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Boys on Film. Part iii

Pairing: PS!Steve x PS!Eddie x Virgin!reader

Summary: last week with Eddie and Steve was everything you could’ve dreamed of and yet you can’t seem to shake these feelings of inadequacy at your lack of experience. Getting it in your head that they must be so bored with you… but surely they would tell you if they felt that way… right?

Warnings: Smut (18+), Masturbation (female), Voyeurism, Oral sex (f&m), angst (don’t hate me)

Word count: 12K

a/n: omg it’s finally done!! I have been working on this for years trying to get it right while also having life happen. I really hope it lives up to expectations and I can get the next part out wayyyyy sooner (also massive thank yous to my babies @andvys @wroteclassicaly @usedtobecooler for all of your help ily all sm)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4 // Part 4.5

You slide your hands along your thighs slowly, feeling goosebumps rise as your fingers barely graze your skin. Rub your hands up your thighs, yeah, just like that, Steve’s words replay in your mind. You move your hands higher, one coming to cup your bare tits as you replay Eddie telling Steve how gorgeous they were.

You’re going faster than they showed you, you know that, but you’ve been so desperate all day at work you need to relieve some tension now. The events of a couple of days before replaying in your head on a constant loop.

You tweak your nipple, stifling a moan as you feel heat pool at your core. You bring your other hand to gently rub your clit over your panties, gasping at how wet they feel already.

You’re desperate to feel how wet you are again as you move your panties to the side, lightly grazing a finger up your soaking core. That’s it, pretty girl, nice and slow, you can practically hear Eddie say breathlessly.

You spread your wetness all over your clit before pumping a finger inside, crying out at how good it feels, your thumb coming up to rub fast circles in your clit. You know Eddie would chastise you right now for going too fast, but that image alone has you plunging another finger inside your dripping core.

God, look at you, wish you could see how pretty and needy she looks right now, and so wet, you remember Eddie moaning to Steve. The coil inside of you tightening as your mind is focused on nothing but your boys.

You realise you have been neglecting your nipples and give one an accidentally hard tweak at the realisation, causing you to arch your back at the mix of pleasure and pain.

You’re so close, you can feel it as you moan out “I’m so close” to your empty room. You imagine Eddie and Steve calling you their good girl again as they desperately tell you to cum for them.

That’s the final push you need before your orgasm crashes into you. Not as hard as it was with them but definitely the hardest you’ve ever made yourself cum on your own.

Your back still arches and your legs still shake as you continue fingering yourself through your orgasm.

You slump against the mattress when your orgasm finally fades. All too aware of the lack of Steve’s chest behind you or Eddie’s hands on your ankles. No, you think to yourself, I can’t get used to them always being here for that. The thought making your chest tighten but you’re too tired to unpack why.

You quickly throw your pjs back on, climbing under the covers as exhaustion takes over. Your dreams travelling to your usual thoughts of Eddie and Steve.

*****

You strut down your hallway with an extra pep in your step as you hear three quick knocks on your front door. Tonight is your usual night to hang out with Eddie and Steve which always makes you excited. But tonight brings an extra promise of continuing your lessons. You decided for a similar outfit as last time, something comfortable but still cute. You still feel like you excessively cleaned and moisturised but you’re definitely less nervous, excited this time even.

You swing the door open much faster than you had intended, slightly startling Steve in the process. Your eyes quickly scan for Eddie, but assume they must have decided to drive separately. You beam at him as you motion him inside, throwing your arms around him in a friendly but tight hug.

“Hello to you too honey,” he laughs fondly, returning your hug with just as much enthusiasm. “You’ll have to settle for just me for a little bit though,” he explains, letting your hug go to search your face for a reaction but still holding your hands in his warm palms, suddenly self conscious you’ll be disappointed in Eddie not being with him, “Eddie got caught up with doing something for Wayne, I couldn't catch the details, but he promises he’ll be joining us soon.”

“Of course that's okay Stevie,” you say reassuringly, giving his hands a squeeze, “what do you want to do in the meantime?”

You mean your question innocently, and Steve knows that but he can’t help but selfishly want you to himself just for a second while Eddie is preoccupied.

“Wanna sit?” He asks, letting go of one of your hands when you nod yes, holding the other tightly as he leads you to the couch. You can’t help but get butterflies in your stomach as you have every time you’ve sat on this couch since that night.

Steve’s still holding your hand as you both sit next to each other, knees grazing as you angle yourself towards him. You find yourself staring absentmindedly at your interlocked fingers, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip as you feel nerves creep through your body.

Steve can tell how tense you are as you sit rigid on the couch and grip his hand tighter than he thinks you realise. He hates seeing you like this around him, but can understand how you feel, doing this with someone he cares about is all new to him too after all.

He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb in a comforting way. You look up at him as you realise you’ve been staring for a weirdly long time. You’re met with his warm amber eyes when you look up and you can feel yourself melting in them, earning yourself a warm smile from Steve.

“Tell me about you honey,” his voice is as sweet as honey, “I feel like we haven’t properly caught up in ages, the last time we hung out we were a bit… preoccupied.” He says with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. You laugh at his ridiculous joke, thinking how he’s definitely been hanging out with Eddie too much, but can’t help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks.

You and Steve talk for ages, you catch him up on the latest things that have happened in the last couple of weeks, which isn't much seeing as the most exciting things involved him anyway. He chats to you about his latest film, going into more details than he usually did, you realise. It leaves a slight pang in your chest but you’re glad he seems more comfortable sharing that part of his life with you now.

You also don’t miss how certain details go straight to your core… and Steve doesn’t miss how that makes you squirm. As he continues his story he starts to gently trace your knee with his free hand, fingertips grazing you slightly, causing you to shudder from his touch. His fingertips inch higher and higher ever so slowly, leaving goosebumps in their journey towards where you need them most.

You decide to chance a glance down at his fingers but realise too late that that's a bad idea when you find yourself unable to take your eyes off them. You watch his long slender fingers dance against your thigh, entranced by the way the veins and tendons tense and move with every movement. You stare intently at his fingertips, trying to will them to your core.

Steve notices pretty quickly that you’re no longer listening to him so he asks you a question about work instead, wondering if just how preoccupied you are. You barely register that he’s asked you a question when you stare up at him blankly. He gives you a knowing smirk in return as he asks again, “How has work been babe?”

“O-oh,” you stammer, swallowing thickly as you try to get your brain to work.

You stumble your way through answering Steve, all while his fingers graze higher and higher. “A-and then my boss- ah,” you're cut off with an involuntary moan as Steve's fingers finally graze your core through your thin shorts.

“What did your boss do?” He replies, tone casual, as though he’s completely unbothered by the situation and not already painfully hard in his jeans. You’re just so responsive, he really doesn’t know if he can contain himself until Eddie gets here.

“O-oh well, um, she —“ you try to continue but your brain is so foggy, Steve's fingers increasing in pressure send shocks throughout your body. You clear your throat, “well, she was — um,” god he has pretty lips, you find yourself distracted again as you stare at them. You try to will your brain to form a coherent thought, one that doesn't involve Steve's lips, and fingers, and pretty eyes and how good his hands felt on you and how thick he is and oh how you can definitely see the outline of him straining against his jeans.

Oh fuck it. You surge forward, suddenly capturing Steve’s lips with your own. The small surprised sound that Steve makes gets swallowed by your greedy mouth as he kisses you back with just as much intensity. You try to deepen the kiss, Steve letting you take control, loving how confident you are when you’re so turned on like this.

You lean up on your knees, desperate to feel more of Steve, moaning as you feel your chest press against his. Steve needs you closer as well, grabbing your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. You squeal at the feeling, finally breaking away from his lips, but it quickly turns into a moan as you feel Steve’s hardening length pressed right against your core.

Steve’s hands come to knead at your hips, not holding you still but not moving you either. As much as he would love to throw you onto the couch and bury himself deep inside you over and over again, or at least feel your hips grind against his, he would never let himself go faster than what you're ready for.

Luckily for Steve you snake your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape and finally moving your hips against his. It’s sloppy and without rhythm, the angle not quite right but it offers at least a little bit of relief for him.

You stay like that for a while, kissing and moaning and grinding against him. Your hips pick up their pace, needing something but you can’t seem to make it feel as good as you need it. You break the kiss, forehead resting against Steve's as you both pant.

“Steve,” you whine, and god it’s one of the most beautiful sounds Steve has ever heard.

“What do you need, beautiful?” He whispers.

“You, more, just something, please.”

He chuckles fondly at you, he can’t get over how fucked out you are already. “I got you babe, just, here, like this.” Steve takes hold of your hips more firmly, angling them down and grinding you against him, moving his hips up against you at the same time.

You let out a shaky groan, finally feeling the pressure deliciously against your clit. Steve attaches his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there as he continues to grind you against him.

He can feel your thighs start to tense, shaking ever so slightly and as much as he would love to watch you come apart in his lap, he knows you should both wait for Eddie.

“That feeling good huh baby?” He asks cockily.

“Mmhm,” you moan, nodding your head vigorously, eyes screwed shut tightly as you try to chase that feeling. Just then Steve stops moving your hips, keeping you still as you try to squirm. You open your eyes then, bottom lip protruding in the cutest pout Steve has ever seen.

“Don’t you think we should wait for Eddie, baby?”

You take a deep breath, “Fuck, yeah, yeah you’re probably right.”

Steve rests his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. He nudges his nose against yours, stealing a quick, soft peck against your trembling lips.

“I was so close though, shit,” You breathlessly laugh.

“Oh trust me babe, I know.” He laughs with you, foreheads still pressed together.

“I hope Eddie gets here soon,” you whine and as if he heard you, you hear the familiar sound of Eddie’s van pull up out the front. You sit up straighter in Steve’s lap, an excited smile on your face. Steve returns your smile but tries not to focus on the jealousy creeping up inside him at your excited reaction to Eddie.

“Wanna put on a show for him when he walks in?” Steve asks mischievously. You nod excitedly in response.

*****

Eddie pulls up at your place, practically leaping out of his van and running up to your door. He uses the spare key you gave him, not even bothering to knock, assuming you probably both heard his van anyway.

He resists the urge to yell ‘honeys I’m home’ as he enters. When he sees that you're both not in the kitchen he rounds the corner, the sight of you both rushing straight to his cock as he swallows hard. You’re perched on top of Steve’s lap, both of you making out fervently, each swallowing the soft moans you both make. He can see the plush of your ass in between Steve's fingers as he grips it to move you against him.

I could get used to coming home to this.

Eddie quickly pushes that thought out of his mind. It was a stupid thought to have anyway. He watches how relaxed and in sync you both look, both lips swollen and red from obviously a long makeout session. This realisation settles in Eddie's stomach, envy bubbling deep inside. This feeling only grows as he realises neither of you have even realised he’s there, so he thinks.

You and Steve continue to put on your show for Eddie, thinking he’s completely dumbstruck at the sight before him, this only spurring you both on further, deepening the already sloppy kiss and rutting against each other with even more desperation.

Eddie clearing his throat finally breaks you and Steve apart. Any annoyance Eddie felt at the situation was quickly dispelled as he was met with two excited, fond and smiling faces.

“Hey you two,” he coos, coming to stand behind you in front of the couch.

“Thank god you’re here man,” Steve sighs, “If we’d been making out any longer I don’t know if I would’ve been able to stop myself from bending her over this couch and fucking her.” He playfully bites at your neck causing you to blush and giggle in his lap.

Eddie thinks your blushing, already fucked out face is adorable, coming to sit down next to steve on the couch. You waste no time in climbing into his lap instead, snaking your arms around him in a tight hug, finishing it off with a quick peck when you both pull away.

A peck that Eddie quickly deepens, one hand coming to rest against your waist and one holding the back of your head. You moan at the feeling, easily submitting to Eddie as he slips his tongue through your awaiting lips.

Steve can’t help but miss the feeling of you on his lap but would be lying if he said he didn’t love watching you and Eddie make out. You can’t get over the difference between how they kiss. Steve is controlled and intoxicating where Eddie’s is messy and all consuming.

You and Eddie kiss for a little while longer before Steve stands up abruptly, not being able to handle the tightness of his jeans any longer. He holds his hand out to you.

“Should we move this somewhere more comfortable?”

*****

After a giggly makeout session down the hallway to your room, all three of you running away, pulling the other two back, pushing each other against the wall and drooling at the sight of the other two making out, you find yourself sprawled out in front of Eddie and Steve. Both shirtless and palming themselves through their jeans as they take in the sight of your once again naked before them.

Before they left in the morning last week you had all talked about “the plan” moving forward, both telling you they think the next time should be them eating you out. Both of them “getting to show you how hard we can make you cum” — as Eddie had said cockily through a mouthful of toast.

“So… who’s going first?” You ask nervously. Eddie and Steve’s eyes snapping up to yours. They hadn’t really thought about that.

“We’ll seeing as you got her all to yourself this afternoon it's only fair I get to taste her first huh Stevie?” Eddie winks at you, causing you to giggle.

“What?” Steve questions, “No way man, if anything I had to endure making out with her all afternoon without getting to taste her, I’ve earned first taste!”

“What? Bullshit!” Eddie retaliates.

You can’t help but laugh at both of them, never in a million years did you think you’d have two guys, let alone Eddie and Steve fighting over who gets to taste you first.

“Well…” You start, causing both of them to glance back at you, “Steve did get to help me cum last time… I think it should be Eddie. I-if that’s okay Stevie?”

Steve smiles warmly at you, this is about you, he reminds himself. “Of course that’s okay honey,” he whispers sweetly, shooting playful daggers at Eddie when he snickers.

Eddie comes to settle between your legs, gently spreading your knees until he is face to face with your already dripping cunt. You shudder when you feel his hot breath ghost over you. He kisses your inner thighs, gripping the plush of them gently as he maintains eye contact with you.

It’s a bit surreal for a second, seeing your best friend, your Eddie, in between your legs, but you’re also certain you'd never feel more comfortable with anyone else, other than maybe Steve.

“Ready sweetheart?” He practically purrs.

You know better than to not give them a verbal answer, breathing out a soft yeah in response. Pleased with your answer Eddie gives you his usual wicked grin before dipping down, pressing a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, causing you to jump, even at the soft gesture.

He spreads your folds for him more, licking a broad stripe from your hole and up to flick your clit softly with the end of his tongue, causing you to whimper at the foreign feeling. He repeats his actions, gathering all of your slick on his tongue before smearing it all over your sensitive bud, moaning softly as your taste invades his mouth.

“Oh? Ohhhh, oh fuck,” you whimper and moan through a range of reactions. It feels weird and nothing like you expected but also good and everything you’d hoped for. Completely different to your ex and infinitely better with a guy who can actually find your clit and extra sensitive with the vibrations from Eddie’s moans.

Steve comes to lay down beside you, propping himself up on his elbow as he cups your jaw. You gaze up at him and grip his bicep as Eddie starts to gently suck on your now swollen clit, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through you.

“How is he honey?” Steve asks with a chuckle, loving your sweet reactions.

“So, so good,” you moan, lightly laughing too when you feel Eddie smile between your legs.

You feel yourself getting lost in the feeling of Eddie’s tongue between your legs, your thoughts failing you as your mind can only focus on Steve and Eddie.

You feel the telltale signs of your orgasm fast approaching as Eddie’s skilled tongue starts to lightly breach your twitching hole.

“Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling, throwing your head back at how intense it feels just to have half of Eddie’s tongue inside you.

“Oh baby,” Steve coos, “You feeling that good from just his tongue barely fucking you huh?”

You nod and whimper, the condescension in his tone making your walls clench around Eddie’s tongue, earning an even louder moan from the curly headed man between your legs. Eddie wasn’t sure who was loving this more.

“Oh fuck, youre getting close huh honey?” Steve asks, leaning down to kiss along your jaw, “Fuckin’ sound so sweet when you’re ‘bout to cum for us.”

“Y-yeah,” you breathe between whimpers and tiny moans, “Ed-Eds is good, so so fucking good.” It’s the most coherent sentence you can manage at that moment. You can feel one of the most intense orgasms of your life rapidly approaching, all other thoughts and words failing you.

Eddie moans cockily from between your legs, the low rumbling seemingly shooting through your entire body, adding to the already intense pleasure you're feeling.

Steve continues to babble in your ear, sweet nothings of “you're being so good for us sweet girl.” and “you look so beautiful like this.”

Your hand flies down to tangle in Eddie’s hair, any previous apprehensions you had about touching him before and doing the ‘wrong thing’ completely gone the closer you get to reaching your peak. You realise too late how hard you're pulling on Eddie’s curly locks, but before you can apologise you see Eddie’s eyes roll in his head, his fingers gripping your thighs impossibly tighter.

You mentally take note of the fact that Eddie loves his hair being pulled. Of course he does, you think.

You don’t get to think about that for much longer when Eddie starts to suck on you clit, hard. Your legs start to tremble, your thighs clenching around his head.

“That's it, let go baby, make a mess of Ed’s pretty face.” Steve whispers in your ear. It’s enough to send you flying, hurdling over the edge as you cum harder than you ever have before. Your back arches, your whole body trembles and you practically scream Eddie’s name as you drench his face.

Eddie doesn’t relent, sucking and licking you through your orgasm, only stopping when your back slumps onto the mattress, your body only trembling slightly from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

As soon as you feel your senses return to you you look down in between your legs. The sight is almost enough to have you cumming again. Eddie is watching you with a warm smile, stark contrast to his beautiful, chocolate eyes gazing at you with intense lust. His soft lips and honestly half of his face soaked in your translucent, creamy cum.

“You back with us sweetheart?” You hear Steve whisper in your ear, your head lulling to the side to face him as a dopey smile forms on your face.

“Yeah,” you laugh, “shit that was amazing.”

Eddie gives you a cocky smile at that. “Mmm, and you taste divine sweetheart,” he moans out, using his thumb to wipe some of your slick off his chin before sucking it into his mouth with a groan. An involuntary whimper leaving your lips as you watch him.

Eddie and Steve chuckle fondly at your reaction before Eddie turns his attention to Steve.

“You’ve gotta have a taste of her man, fucking incredible.”

Steve is quick to move to kneel next to Eddie between your legs, leaning in to get a taste right from Eddie lips but Eddie stops him with a hand on his chest. Instead wiping more off of his chin with his thumb, before gently wiping it against Steve’s lips teasingly.

You sit up on your elbows, wanting to get the best view you can.

Steve is quick to open his mouth, sucking on Eddie’s thumb like it’s his favourite flavour of ice cream, theatrically moaning at your taste as his eyes roll.

“More?” Eddie asks him knowingly, removing his thumb.

Steve barely gets to say please before Eddie is smashing their lips together. Steve impatiently deepens the kiss, his tongue invading every inch of Eddie’s mouth, both of them moaning into each other.

When the taste of you starts to dull in Eddie’s mouth, Steve pulls away, licking a broad stripe from Eddie's chin all the way back to Eddie’s slightly gaping lips before connecting them both again. It earns him a slightly surprised moan from Eddie and causes you to squirm, trying to close your legs but being unable as the two boys are still between them.

“What did I tell you?” Eddie asks Steve breathlessly when they finally break away.

“Mmph, you were right — fucking devine,” Steve moans, Eddie’s eyes dart to you, giving you a quick wink, causing your cheeks to burn.

“Think you could handle more, sweet girl?” Eddie asks. You nod your head apprehensively, craving more but also always unsure of what mischief Eddie is planning.

But before you can dwell on that thought for too long, Eddie is gently guiding Steve’s head to your still dripping cunt. Watching you both for any signs of apprehension, smirking to himself when he finds only wonder in your eyes and pure lust in Steve’s as he gets himself comfortable on his stomach.

You jolt when Steve licks your cunt, apologising to him but you just feel Steve smile against you and moan at your taste in response. Steve is slower and more gentle than Eddie. You’re not sure if he's going easy on you because he knows how overly sensitive you must be or if he is usually just this gentle, but you hope you get to find that out another time.

Eddie keeps his hand on the back of Steve’s head, pulling the hair slightly, knowing how much it makes Steve squirm. Steve moans at the pressure on his scalp, hips absentmindedly rutting against the bed, desperate for some kind of relief.

You continue to moan and flinch from the overstimulation to your swollen clit, Eddie’s mouth practically salivating at the sight. As if reading Eddie’s mind, Steve suddenly brings his hand up to cup the back of Eddie’s head, pulling him to join him down at your dripping cunt.

You sit up higher on your hands now, not wanting to miss a second of this and spreading your legs impossibly wider to accommodate two people between them. Eddie darts his tongue out, licking slowly along your clit too, tongue bumping Steve’s as he does. Eddie drops his hand from Steve’s head, letting the other take control.

You make a sound between a scream and a high pitched moan as you feel two separate tongues on you. Your hand coming to cup your mouth instinctively as you start to feel self conscious of the sounds you’re making.

“Ah ah, sweetheart,” you hear Eddie’s deep voice as he grabs your hand, pulling it away from your face, “let us hear your pretty moans.”

You nod in response, still gripping Eddie’s hand and tangling your fingers together as he goes back to devouring you, your eyes screwing shut at the intense, overstimulating pleasure. You feel them both move slightly, one tongue dipping lower, circling your hole as the other continues to circle your clit slowly, deliberately.

You gasp as you feel the tongue start to breach your hole, head snapping down to see both sets of eyes on you. You see Eddie’s eyes brimming with mischief as you realise it’s his tongue that’s slowly thrusting inside you again, this time as far as it will reach with Steve’s head in the way.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, eyebrows furrowing together as you watch them intently. You whine when Eddie pulls away from your cunt, taking his hand back from your tight grip as he sits up. However he is quick to replace his tongue with one of his fingers, barely pushing it into you up to the first knuckle.

“This okay sweet girl?” He asks breathlessly, wasting no time to slowly push his finger in when you whisper out please.

You moan and gasp at the foreign feeling of having someone else’s fingers inside of you as Eddie continues to pump further into your dripping heat with every thrust.

As soon as he’s got one finger pumping in and out of you slowly you turn to him, begging for him to add another finger which he happily obliges.

“Aww, sweetheart,” he coos with a fake pout as you whimper at the delicious sting of his second finger being added, “that too much for your tight little pussy?”

“N-no,” you stutter out, “fuck, no, its good. It’s so fucking good Eddie your fingers are so thick.” You don’t have time to register how out of character it is for you to talk like this, but you’re hurdling too fast towards your second orgasm — something that once felt impossible — to notice. “So much thicker than mine, fuck. A-and Steve, your tongue feels, oh god, so good. It’s so much and so perfect, shit.”

Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he lets out a guttural moan at your words. Eddie looking at you in a mix of surprise and awe as he mutters a “Fuck, princess,”. His free hand coming to palm himself through his jeans.

You watch Eddie touch himself, suddenly getting the overwhelming urge to have him deep in your throat like you’ve been imaging for the past week.

With you knew found confidence you shakily ask, “Y-you look so hot when you touch yourself Ed’s, fuck. C-can I?”

Eddie finds your vague question adorable. He’s got an inkling of what you’re asking for. But he needs to hear those words fall from your bitten lips. Eddie slowly removes his fingers, still careful to not hurt you, although you're so wet he's sure he could slide his dick in with no resistance at this point.

He comes to kneel beside you on the bed. “You’re gonna have to ask better than that princess, what do you need from me?”

“Your cock.” You mumble, flushing a little, “Please, can I, — can I suck it again?”

Eddie would give you the world if you asked with the way your lust blown, glassy eyes are staring up at him. He wastes no time undoing his pants, shoving them and his boxers down in one swift motion.

“You sure you’re up for this sweet thing? It’s hard to concentrate on pleasing whilst getting pleased, ya know?”

“Mm I’m sure, please?” You beg, reaching out for him with one hand, the other keeping you half upright.

“Eager,” he chuckles at you, “here, keep your head still like that and focus on keeping yourself upright, I’m gonna thrust into your mouth, I promise I’ll be gentle, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathe, eyes focused on Eddie’s cock mere inches from your lips, your mouth salivating and opening on instinct as you finally get what you so desperately crave.

The musky taste of Eddie invades your senses as you finally feel the head slip past your lips. You go to bob your head but Eddie grabs your hair, holding you still. Instead feeding you his cock slowly, inch by inch before moving out and gently thrusting back in. He continues this until he’s set a good rhythm that’s still slow enough for you.

“That’s it,” Eddie sighs at the relief of you lips and tongue, “good fucking girl.”

You feel Steve’s fingers breach your hole suddenly, two fingers sliding in with ease due to the stretching from Eddie moments ago. You feel Steve curl his fingers, reaching a spot deep inside you that you’ve never been able to reach on your own.

The feeling causes you to gasp around Eddie’s cock, accidentally gagging in the process. Steve stops licking and sucking at your clit when he hears you, stilling his fingers inside you. Eddie is quick to remove himself from your mouth, although he couldn’t hide the moan that left his lips feeling your throat constrict around his cock like that, resisting the urge to completely ruin you.

“You okay little one?” He asks, wiping a tear that’s escaped your glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you assure him, turning to Steve, “you can do both at the same time?” You ask innocently, awe and surprise written all over your face.

“Yeah,” Steve replies with a chuckle as Eddie smiles.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Steve can’t stop the smile that spreads on his face, you are so cute it hurts.

“You okay if I get back to it?” He asks, diving back in gently when you nod your head vigorously.

“Ready for me too, sweet girl?” He asks, thumb rubbing gently against your cheek. You respond by opening your mouth, your tongue hanging out, inviting Eddie’s cock back in.

Eddie thinks about chastising you for not using your words, but decides that can wait for another time. He instead gently grabs the back of your head, angling it back towards him and thrusting slowly into your eagerly awaiting lips.

You moan around Eddie’s length, the overwhelming sensations of Steve’s tongue circling your clit, his lips sucking gently on you every now and then, his fingers thrusting, curling and stretching you and the weight of Eddie’s cock restringing dizzyingly against your tongue, dragging over it and slipping slightly down your throat becoming all too much.

But you never want it to stop.

Steve is completely lost in you, your taste, your smell, the beautiful sounds you're making all because of him. He’s been desperate since he got you in his lap, this just sending him into a frenzy, straining to keep his control so as to not overwhelm you and completely in awe of how well you’re doing. He can’t help but grind against the bed, right in time with the thrusting of his fingers, imagining it was his cock stuffed deep inside you instead.

He looks up at you, completely mesmerised by the way you’re taking Eddie’s cock so well. How hot you look with your eyes half lidded, staring up at Eddie, drool coating the corner of your mouth and no doubt the other side he can’t see.

Eddie looks just as beautiful, his long waves cascading down his back and sticking to his forehead. His eyes are screwed shut, brows furrowed and Steve can tell he’s trying so hard to be gentle with you, knowing just how hard Eddie usually likes it. It has his dick throbbing, begging for release.

He’s so lost in you both that he doesn’t realise he’s starting to rut against the bed faster and consequently, fingering you faster as well.

You feel Steve speed up, the dizzying pleasure causing you to choke on Eddie again. You moan at the feeling, already addicted to the feeling of gagging on Eddie’s thick cock.

You’re somewhat annoyed when you feel Eddie start to pull away again, no doubt to check on you once again. Although you appreciate how caring and gentle they are being, you feel like you might die if he pulls away again.

You quickly grab the back of his thigh, pulling it closer to you again and making you gag as Eddie wasn't expecting the force in which you pulled him closer. You moan again at the feeling.

“Oh fuck sweetheart,” Eddie moans, “you like that huh? Like choking on my cock baby?”

Both you and Steve moan at his words, you moaning out a “mmhmm” as best you can around his cock.

“Shit look at our dirty fucking girl, Stevie,” he continues, stomach muscles contracting from his fast approaching orgasm whenever you gag and moan around his length.

Eddie throws his head back as he feels you bob your head in time with his thrusts, taking him deeper in your throat than he thought you would be able to.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he almost whimpers breathlessly. The moan that leaves your lips at his statement is pornographic, sending Eddie hurdling faster towards his orgasm.

“You like that huh? Want me to cum in this slutty throat?” He asks, and he’s met with more moans and gags.

He cant take it anymore, your mouth feels absolutely sinful. He grabs your hair harder, still trying his best to be gentle with you but failing slightly. He makes the mistake of looking down, he’s met with your half closed, beautiful eyes staring up at him as his cock disappears between your lips and the image of Steve being completely lost in your pussy, rutting shamelessly against the bed as his hand grips your thigh.

Those two things are what finally sends him hurdling over the edge.

“Oh god just like that y/n, oh fuck, m’gonna — I’m gonna fucking cum, shit-” Eddie cums with a silent moan, hips stilling completely, one first balled by his side, the other tangled in your hair. It takes everything in him to keep still while you gladly milk him dry with your mouth, moaning at the taste.

When Eddie feels his orgasm subsiding he quickly pulls out of your mouth with a pop, the feeling verging on overstimulating.

The feeling of Eddie’s thick ropes of cum covering your tongue and sliding down your throat are enough to bring you to the brink of your second orgasm of the night. As soon as Eddie’s cock leaves your mouth you throw your head back, moans and whimpers now free to spill past your swollen lips.

Eddie bends down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tasting himself on your tongue as you moan into each other's mouths. You break away as Steve starts to suck on your clit, hard, your hand coming down to tangle in his caramel locks as you make eye contact with the sweet boy between your legs.

“Oh fuck, Steve I’m so close,” you practically scream, “Your tongue is so good, fuck your fingers are so thick it’s so good, fuck you’re stretching me out so good baby.”

Steve and Eddie moan at your words, surprised but pleased with how wrecked they’ve gotten you, so much so that you finally seem to have no problem telling them exactly how you feel. All previous anxieties melted away as your brain fogs and your legs start to shake.

They can tell you’re right on the edge. Eddie leans down slightly, bracing you with a hand on your back to keep you upright as your arms start to wobble, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he mumbles encouragements and praises of ‘good girl, we’ve got you, come on and let go for us, make a mess of Stevies pretty face like you did mine.’

Your orgasm crashes into you and you soak Steve's face with a pleasured scream. Your whole body shakes and your vision blurs, you’re thankful for Eddie holding you up or else you feel as though you’d sink through the mattress.

Feeling you clench around his fingers and tasting your cum has Steve cumming as well, he hadn’t realised just how worked up he’d gotten until it was too late and he was cumming in his pants like a teenager. He groans into your cunt, continuing to lick and finger you through both of your orgasms.

“I think that’s enough Steve,” you both barely hear Eddie. Steve had gotten so lost in his own orgasm he hadn’t thought to ease you through yours, thankfully though, he hears Eddie enough and does stop, and you finally start to catch your breath.

You slowly start to open your eyes, blinking at the brightness, your vision finally focusing again. You see Steve between your legs still, resting his head on one of your thighs as he massages the other, staring up at you lovingly.

“Welcome back little one,” you hear Eddie whisper as he continues to plant soft kisses on your shoulder and rub your back.

“Hey,” you say with a giggle, “damn that was… intense.”

“It wasn’t too much?” Steve asks you.

“Definitely not,” you reply.

“Good,” Eddie replies for him. You all stay like that for a second, all basking in the afterglow of your orgasms and the boys letting you come down from your high further.

After a couple of moments you feel a slight change in Eddie’s demeanour. Unbeknownst to you Eddie had realised Steve had cum while eating you out. And there was no way Eddie was going to pass up the opportunity to ‘punish’ him for it.

“Now,” he starts, “can you move over here for me, gorgeous?” He asks, gently moving you up and over so you're now on one side of the bed instead of the middle, your head resting gently on the pillows.

You turn to get a better view of what Eddie’s planning, grabbing a pillow and hugging it between your arms, resting on your stomach with one leg bent, your chin dipping into the pillow in your arms.

Steve was quick to hop up when Eddie moved you, now sitting on his knees, his hands resting perfectly on his thighs. He looks almost submissive, you think, no doubt sensing the change in Eddie too.

Eddie crawls back over to the younger man, kneeling in front and towering over him, using his pointer finger to tilt Steve’s head back to look him in the eyes.

“Poor little Stevie,” he says with a fake pout, “cumming in his pants like a teenager again from the pretty sounds our y/n was making huh?”

You don’t miss how your heart leaps at Eddie calling you our y/n, but you’re way more preoccupied on the fact that you made the Steve Harrington cum in his jeans.

“You did?” You ask in surprise, sitting up as much as your laxed body will let you.

Steve nods sheepishly in return, avoiding eye contact as his head drops. Eddie is quick to grab his chin harshly, forcing Steve’s eyes back on him “She asked you a question,” he hisses.

“Yes, I did.” Steve says, eyes never leaving the metalheads black orbs.

Eddie tuts in return, “What are we gonna do with you huh?” He asks rhetorically, “Lie down.”

Steve obeys quickly, coming to lie next to, but still slightly away from you. You’re completely hypnotised by the dynamic and how they're acting. You’ve heard all of their stories of doing scenes where they’re ‘dominant’ or ‘submissive’, but seeing what you’re pretty sure is Eddie being Dominant while Steve is Submissive for him is something entirely different.

If it didn’t feel like your whole lower body was numb, you know you’d be feeling your heartbeat in your core at the sight in front of you.

You watch as Eddie undoes Steve’s jeans, pulling them and his boxers down in one go, Steve’s half hard, sticky length resting against his tight stomach. Steve whines as it comes in contact with the cool air, finally free from the confines of his tight jeans after what seems like hours.

Eddie is quick to take Steve firmly in his grasp, slowly tugging on him as Steve hisses, whimpers and squirms under his touch.

“Shit, Eddie, fuck, ‘s sensitive,” Steve whines out, trying to squirm away from Eddie’s grip.

“Ah ah baby,” Eddie tuts, snaking his other hand around Steve’s back, circling his hips and pulling him back closer, holding him down. He leans out and spits on the head of Steve's dick, the drool dripping down onto Eddie's fingers as he continues to pump Steve.

Eddie slowly licks the head of Steve’s length, groaning at the leftover taste of his cum before suckling lightly on the head. Steve continues to squirm. Even the light touches making him thrash in Eddie’s hold.

Eddie finally starts to take Steve in his mouth, causing Steve’s hands to shoot out. One almost ripping a hole in your bed cover, the other trying to pull Eddie off by his hair.

Eddie pulls off of Steve with a chuckle, grabbing Steve;s hand and holding it still by his side with the arm that's still behind Steve’s back.

“God you’re such a fucking brat, hold still,” Eddie hisses. The words give you butterflies and they're not even directed towards you.

You watch as Eddie continues to suck Steve off, their moans and Steve's whimpers completely hypnotising but as you continue to watch them interact you can’t help the annoying words of self doubt that start to creep into your mind.

The smile on Eddie's face when he was telling Steve what to do and the look on Steve’s face as it contorts in so much pleasure, as he’s giggling and whining and moaning at the overstimulation. It seems carefree, like they are not having to hold back with each other, like they know the other person can actually handle what they're doing, not having to check in every 5 seconds because they know the other would be able to tell them to stop if needed.

It looks fun. So much more fun than what they’ve been doing with you.

Steve cries out as Eddie lightly plays with his balls, his second orgasm fast approaching. They can feel your eyes glued to them, knowing your watching only egging them on more, adding to the pleasure they are both feeling. God, they can’t wait to do this with you, but they know you need some more time before they can.

They don’t care though, they're willing to wait for as long as you need.

You watch as Steve’s hips start to meet Eddie’s pace, thrusting fast into his mouth. You watch in awe as Eddie hardly even gags, managing a lot better than you did. You look at how much more Steve is enjoying this, so much more than when Eddie had to hold back to show you how to suck Steve’s dick. How boring is it going to be for them when they take your virginity?

“Fuck, Eddie I’m gonna cum, you want it huh? Wanna taste my cum?” Steve tries to tease, earning himself a smack on the thigh from Eddie. The sting only turns him on more.

“Shit, yeah like that, exactly like that, oh my go-,” Steve cries out as he cums, thrashing even more in Eddie’s grip as he fights away and towards the pleasure. Eddie gives Steve mercy, barely sucking on him and stopping as soon as he’s sure Steve’s finished cumming.

Eddie is quick to crawl up to Steve, crashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. You watch behind hooded eyes as they swap fluids between their mouths, the pink of Steve’s tongue poking out to lave at Eddie’s, swallowing drops of his own cum.

Steve’s the first to break away, “Okay that’s enough, fuck,” he pants, flopping back onto the bed, “gonna make me pass out Eds.”

Eddie hops up, stretching as he chuckles at you both, tired and spent on the bed.

“C’mon,” he murmurs fondly, tapping Steve’s thigh, cocking his head in your direction “we gotta get this one to bed.”

They both look at you as you give them a tired smile, all negative thoughts gone from your head as their kind eyes meet yours. It's much easier to just be here with them anyway, for now at least.

“‘M’not even tired,” you slur purposely with a giggle.

“Mhmm sure, sure,” Eddie replies, coming around your side of the bed before picking you up bridal style, laughing at the small scream you let out as he picks you up.

“Eddieeee,” you complain half heartedly, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling into his neck as he starts to walk you down your hallway to the bathroom “I can walk myself.”

“Honestly princess I don't know if you can.” He tuts.

“Yeah, I mean I did make you cum pretty hard, way harder than Eddie did at least,” Steve teases as he follows you both. Yours, his and Eddie’s pjs in his hands. Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve playfully as you giggle at their teasing, squealing as Eddie pops you down on the cold bench.

“Eds, ‘s cold,” you pout.

“I know baby just one sec, gotta get the shower ready for you.”

As soon as Eddie and Steve decide that the shower is the perfect temperature (with more bickering of course) they pop you on your feet, being extra doting as they make sure you can stand and taking their time to wash your body and hair for you.

As much as you try to bury it, your insecurities arise again, thinking about how much more wrecked you are compared to Steve and how he doesn’t need his body washed for him because his arms feel like jelly.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie and Steve are absolutely loving this. Getting to touch your body, pamper you, be soft with you. It feels just as soothing to them as they hope it does to you. It’s something they never get when they are working: intimacy. It’s fun and they always unwind with the actors after, to make sure everything was okay and they enjoyed themselves but it's not like this. It's not with you.

You all crawl into your bed after the shower. Getting cosy with each other just like you did last time. Eddie on his side facing you and Steve, you in the middle again, your head against Eddie’s chest and Steve’s head just above yours on Eddie’s arm, almost tucked under Eddie’s chin, his arm slung tightly over your waist. Eddie’s arm that’s under Steve’s head is bent as he plays with Steve’s hair, his other hand resting on the side of your face, playing with your hair and stroking your cheek, soothing both of you.

It doesn’t take long for you and Steve to drift off to sleep, Eddie still playing with both of your hair. He watches you both, fondness and sadness settling in his stomach.

He cares about you both so much, never wanting these moments with you both to end. But he knows they have to, he knows one day these moments will end for good. When he and Steve have shown you all they can. When your confidence is up and you finally find someone who treats you right, someone you deserve. And when Steve finds another girl who loves him better than Nancy ever could.

He knows you’ll both move on from this, from him some day. Eddie knows he should move on from this too, but how could he? When the only things he's ever wanted are cuddling up to him as they sleep softly in his arms.

*****

You sigh in frustration, pulling a pillow over your head and letting out a groan. You peek out from under it to see the time, your clock reading 12:03am, way past when you wanted to go to sleep… and meaning you’ve been trying to make yourself cum for over 2 hours.

This is the third time you’ve tried to make yourself cum after your last encounter with the boys last week. The week before was so easy, you were able to make yourself cum in no time and practically whenever you wanted thanks to the boys (and the memory of their pretty moans).

But now, everytime you start to get close your head, of course, wanders to the sight of Steve’s cock shoved down Eddie’s throat. A sight which would have had you cumming in 30 seconds in the past but instead it just raises those awful thoughts of how much more fun they seemed to have without you. How much easier it was for them to just have fun together without having to worry. How it must be so boring with you.

You admit your defeat, getting yourself dressed and dramatically flopping back into bed. Your mind swims with a billion thoughts. You’re nervous about seeing them again tomorrow, even more so because of how weird the morning after was.

Something was off. Mainly with Eddie, you couldn’t put your finger on what but he just didn’t seem like the overly flirty, annoyingly confident, super sweet guy he usually was. Steve had noticed it too, finally asking Eddie what his deal was.

“Just tired I guess,” he’d replied with a shrug, “Didn’t completely pass out like you two, I mean I only got to cum once last night.” He had joked, with not enough enthusiasm in his voice.

You remember slumping in your seat, thinking of how much more fun he would have had if you weren’t so tired, maybe you could’ve made him cum again, or made him cum harder if you’d sucked his dick better or if only you could’ve made him cum again as you rode him.

You push your palms into your eyes. Trying to squeeze the negative thoughts out of your brain.

It doesn’t help that you never really talked about what to expect tomorrow. You’d tried to bring it up and Steve had seemed keen to talk about it but the conversation never really went anywhere. The idea of the next time being you losing your virginity had been floated around but nothing had really been decided. But they hadn't said no.

The nerves of losing my virginity tomorrow, maybe, must just be getting the better of me, you decided. Yes you're obviously less experienced than them but they knew that from the start. They knew what it was going to be like with you and they agreed, they wanted this.

A thought you’d been reasoning with all week. One that at least seems to help you finally get some rest. A thought that seems to be overcome by your insecure thoughts as soon as you wake up.

You finally close your eyes, sleep slowly pulling you in as you hold on to one thing: Surely they’d tell you if they weren’t enjoying it anymore, right?

*****

Steve jumps into Eddie’s van with an extra pep in his step, overly excited to spend another fun night with his two favourite people. He greets Eddie with an excited hey man, but only gets a grunt of a hey in return.

“Whoa, what's up with you, cranky pants?” Steve teases, face turning serious when Eddie doesn’t reply, instead keeping his eyes strained on the road.

“Hey, Eddie,” he tried again, softer this time, worry evident in his voice, “talk to be babe, what's wrong?”

Eddie doesn’t miss how Steve calling him babe sets butterflies off in his stomach. Butterflies that die and wither in the depths of his chest when he thinks about what he’s about to say next.

“It’s just… all wrong,” Eddie whispers, the right words not coming to him.

“What's ‘all wrong’?” Steve replies, tone serious and soft as he places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, waiting patiently as Eddie tries to gather his thoughts.

“Just this whole arrangement, it’s… just not how it was supposed to go.” Eddie tries to explain, hoping Steve won’t make him say it.

“I understand, it’s moving too fast huh?” Steve tries, thinking he’s understanding what Eddie means.

“Yeah I mean, I guess.” Eddie sighs, Steve’s just not quite getting it, “I just wanted things to be different with her and w-with you.”

Eddie holds his breath, hoping Steve is understanding now.

“I understand Eddie,” Steve whispers, “just tell her how you feel, I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“Really?” Eddie asks, he thought Steve would be more upset about him wanting to stop, “You’re sure she won’t be mad?”

“Of course not Eddie!” Steve replies, “ Trust me she won’t mind”. I mean what’s another week Steve thinks… still not quite getting what Eddie means.

*****

You race to the door like you always do, excited to see your boys but also nervous that if you don’t get this over and done with you’ll end up pretending you aren't home. The nerves from last night still swimming around in your head.

As you open the door you throw yourself into Steve’s arms as he was closest to the door, him returning the hug with the same enthusiasm. However when you go to hug Eddie it feels like you’re hugging a brick wall. You step back from him awkwardly, looking at the way too forced smile on his face.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask sweetly, and god it almost kills him, knowing you have no idea what's about to come.

“Yeah, fine.” He says unconvincingly. He’s about to tell you but it seems wrong, he needs a second to collect himself first. “Just, um, need to go to the bathroom.” He grumbles at himself, slightly shoving past you and down the hall.

You look at Steve, confused.

“Is he okay?” You ask.

“Yeah he’s alright, he um, we just need to talk to you honey.” He says sweetly, too sweetly, and with a hint of condescension.

Oh no.

Your mind goes full throttle on all of the horrible insecure thoughts you’ve been having for the past week. We need to talk. You knew it, you knew they were sick of you!

Okay, okay, you tell yourself, it’s probably nothing, just hear them out. Trying your best to try and calm down before you have a full blown panic attack.

Steve can tell you’re getting nervous, he’s about to lead you over to the couch, reassure you, he’ll you can’t down so you can all talk about this calmly but Eddie comes back before he has a chance.

“This needs to stop.” Is all Eddie says as he enters the room, arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

When those words leave Eddie’s lips you feel weirdly calm, you were right, they are sick of you. All of the insecure voices stop, why would you need them now anyway when they were right all along.

You just scoff at him, mirroring his body language.

“J-just for like the week though right?” Steve asks, confused, this isn’t what he thought Eddie meant in the car.

“No,” Eddie replies, “I mean for good.”

Steve is surprised and a bit hurt, but if Eddie isn’t comfortable doing this anymore then yes they should probably stop.

They both look at you, waiting for your reaction.

“I fucking knew it,” you finally reply with a roll of your eyes.

“You knew it?” Eddie replies with some malice in his voice, confused as to why this is your reaction. He didn’t want to hurt you but he had hoped there was some part of you that was as upset about this stopping as he was.

“Yeah. I knew you guys were getting fucking bored, I could tell cause you were using your porn star ‘acting’ on me”. Okay, ouch, that was maybe too far. But right now you didn’t care. How could you care when the two people you cared about most were standing in front of you and telling you all the horrible things you had been thinking were true.

They don't want you.

“Pornstar acting?” Eddie practically spits.

“Yeah,” you continue, on a roll now and being consumed by your anger, “I could tell you were faking it; you’re both not that good.”

They both look at you, shocked and a little hurt. You start to feel bad but before you can apologise Eddie opens his big mouth again.

“Yeah? Well you didn’t seem to be complaining about our ‘pornstar acting’ when you were fucking screaming our names.”

“Eddie,” Steve tries, trying to stop this before it gets too out of control, but Eddie interrupts him.

“Besides, do you think anyone else would do this with you? Who else would’ve taken care of you like how I’ve had to all these years?” His anger completely taking over at your completely unfair reaction.

“I knew it!” You practically scream, “I knew you resented having to ‘take care of me’ all those years in highschool! I wish you never had then!” You mean that you wish Eddie wouldn't have if he was just going to resent you for it, but to Eddie it sounds like you wish you hadn’t been friends for all these years, that you regret his friendship.

“Oh really?” Eddie retaliates, “Who were you gonna hang out with instead? King Steve?”

Steve looks at Eddie in shock, how is any of this his fault?

You scoff at him again, “At least I wouldn't have had to hang out with the freak.”

That statement shoots right to Eddie’s heart, completely ripping it to shreds. He was right, he really was just a third wheel, this whole time. No wonder you were so nervous to hang out with Steve all those years ago. He was a fool to think that maybe he had a chance, you were friends for all of highschool, if you wanted him you would have made a move, gave some sort of indication you felt the same, but you never did.

“Yeah and Steve and his fuckwits were better?” He asks, expression cold and unforgiving.

“At least I wouldn’t have been bullied everyday.”

“Yeah you would’ve been the bully!” Eddie shouts.

Steve, having been silent in shock this whole fight finally pipes up at that, hurt and anger running cold through his veins as well, “Whoa whoa, that’s not fair, we weren’t bullies?!”

“Yes you were!” Eddie and you shout at the same time.

“You and your whole group made my life awful,” you add, just to add to the pain from you that Steve was already feeling.

There's silence that seems to stretch on for eternity. You and Eddie are breathing heavily, angry at everyone and especially yourselves. Steve feels like he's standing on the outside, he’s tried for years to get rid of his reputation from highschool, he thought you and Eddie understood that.

“Don’t try to stand here and say that the only reason you never got fucked in highschool was because you hung out with me,” Eddie finally breaks the silence.

“That was all you baby,” Steve mumbles, eyes cast downward, the baby coming out like an insult.

What would he know? You think angrily.

“God I'm so sorry for having standards Steve and not wanting to be another one of your conquests or something.”

“Well at least you wouldn’t have been a fucking virgin in your twenties.” He spits back at you.

Too far Eddie thinks, his anger now being directed towards Steve, as if he knew what it was like for you and him during high school, “Oh yeah, and being one of the many girls you fucked and got rid of is better?”

Of course, Steve rolls his eyes, he can dish it out to her but as soon as I say one thing i'm the bad guy he thinks

“You're just pissed ‘cause you never made a move.”

‘Made a move’? What does Steve even mean by that? It's stupid, you know it is, but there's a little part of you that perks up at that, some part of your broken heart holds on to just a sliver of hope. Did Eddie want to make a move on you all those years ago?

“I would never do that.” Eddie says with no emotion, tone final. She's my best friend, she's so much more than that he should have added, but he didn’t. Instead it comes across like he's disgusted. Like the mere thought of ever asking you out makes him want to gag.

“Wow thanks Eddie, cause you’re such a catch,” you spit back.

Steve laughs at that, boy he really was wrong, he really felt like such a third wheel this whole time, he really thought you would’ve jumped to date Eddie given the chance but maybe not.

But of course Steve’s laugh comes across like he agrees, like he also thinks Eddie wouldn’t stand a chance with you. Eddie’s face falls at that. The look on his face making you just as mad with Steve.

“Don't act like you’re any better,” you retort. Like he wouldn’t have just flirted, seduced, fucked and left you if it wasn’t for Eddie.

“You’ve always been closer with Eddie! You only barely tolerated me for him.” Steve’s completely taken aback by that, is that how you really felt? All this time while you were one of Steve's closest friends you thought that he only tolerated you?

“That's not true.” He says through a clenched jaw.

“If it wasn’t for Eddie you would look at me like you look at all the other conquests, remember when we first met and you couldn’t stop flirting?” You ask, tone condescending, Steve does remember, “It was only when Eddie told you to stop that you actually treated me like a person.”

“What and Eddie was treating you like a person this whole time?” Steve shouldn’t say this, god he knows he shouldn’t, “The whole time through high school everyone thought you were fucking, anybody who even dared look at you was met with a deathstare from Eddie. He acted like you were his fucking property.”

What? You physically recoil backwards at his words. There’s no way anyone thought that right? You feel like you’re back in high school, everytime everyone looked at you weird, was that why? Because they thought you were just Eddie Munson’s slut?

Eddie sees red at Steve’s word and especially the reaction you had to them. “That's bullshit and you know it, Harrington. At least I’m not revelling in the fact that I finally get to fuck a virgin unlike all of those other easy girls you got with.”

Your head feels like it's spinning, you could be physically sick at their words. Is that a thing? Do people like ‘getting with virgins’? Is that all they saw this as?

“What, so I was just a fetish to you both this whole time?” You mean for it to come out angry but there’s a wobble in your voice, “You’re both fucking freaks.”

The insult hits harder for Eddie than it does Steve, who’s started to notice the cracks in your anger. Before he can think the words are spilling out of his mouth “At least I’m not a freak who's still a virgin in her twenties, it’s not cool to be such a cocktease at your age.”

That reignites a little bit of anger in you, enough for you to push down the tears that are threatening to fall for a little while longer. “At least I didn't flunk high school and have to become a pornstar in my twenties to get by. Is swinging your dicks around all you two are good at?”

Eddie and Steve look like you just punched them both in the face. They’ve had to deal with a lot of judgement from a lot of people for doing what they do, they’ve both lost friendships and relationships over this. But you were always there for them, the whole time and you never once judged them. Until now.

“God, you’re such a bitch,” Eddie sighs, shaking his head, “no wonder your last boyfriend dumped you.”

That. That was it. Right there. The last thing you could handle from them both as a single tear slipped down your cheek. Causing a tiny sliver of regret to wash over Eddie and Steve instantly.

“Get out,” you say, voice wavering as you try to keep it together, not wanting them to see you cry.

“What?” They both ask softly.

“I said get out.” You repeat, slightly more sure of yourself this time, “I don't want to see you, either of you anymore, being your friend has been painful enough.”

You don't mean to let that last part slip but you can’t stop it. It’s true, having to be so close to them yet so far, having to watch them flirt and go home with other girls, having to listen to their relationship troubles and about all of the films they’ve stared in, it’s been hell.

You thought you were doing a good job of pushing your feelings down this whole time, but deciding to fool around with them, to maybe lose your virginity to them, it was a mistake. Getting to touch them the way you’ve wanted to for years made all of your feelings arise. Yet you hadn’t realised just how much you were falling for them, not until they were yanked away from you once again. This time further than they had been before.

Your words don’t convey the emotions you were hoping they would, instead it sounded like you regretted being their friend because you didn’t like them, not because you were falling for them.

Eddie scoffs, “Don’t act like it’s been any easier for us.” You don’t realise it, but his words hold the same meaning as yours do. But instead, like yours, his words come across as a rejection.

It couldn’t have been easy being friends with someone as shy as you, someone as needy as you, someone who hangs on their every word and someone who is a loser virgin in their twenties is what you think Eddie means.

The rejection is enough for the dam to finally break, your bottom lip wobbling as you fail to try to stop your tears from flowing freely down your cheeks. Before you can stop yourself a sob rips it way out of you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some sort of comfort.

You look so small, helpless and broken, they think. Looking at you, their girl, their y/n, being so distraught because of them, it makes them regret everything. They should've told you no, they should’ve figured out another way for you to lose your virginity, or maybe done it with less emotion. They should’ve stopped themselves from falling so hard for you and each other.

Eddie rakes his fingers through his hair in defeat. He feels helpless, he’d promised you all those years ago to protect you and he’d failed. He steps toward you slowly, hands out as if you were a scared little animal, and to be honest, you looked like one right now.

“Little one,” he whispers as he steps closer, hoping the old nickname will bring you some kind of comfort.

“Don’t.” You snap at him before he gets a chance to say anything else, finally meeting his eyes, the hurt written all over your face, “You don’t get to call me that anymore, I want you to leave.” You manage to say in between sobs.

“Honey,” Steve tries, both of them hating the thought of leaving you alone when you’re like this.

“Just get out!” You yell, arms flailing. You look at them both when they don’t move, “Please.” You whisper, eyes begging. You couldn’t bare to be around them for another second. The two people who have always made you calm and happy now just felt like an intrusion in your space. You needed them gone.

They finally nod, their shoulders slumping in defeat as they slowly make their way to the front door. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

*****

It’s been almost a year now since that night, and just as long since you’ve seen Eddie and Steve.

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𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤ ㅤ 𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ candy!

pairing: toru oikawa x chubbyfem!reader

word count: 1.6k (HELLO??)

summary: when toru comes back from practice with a few scratches, he knows the one person who can kiss them better...

warnings: oral (f.receiving), mentions of breeding, little mention of cum eating at the end, toru is a chubby lover idc idc, sort of in between rough and soft sex??, pet names (baby, my love, mama, pretty boy, etc.), toru is a little shit (i love him sm)

authors notes: HAIIIIIILOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i'm so sorry that i've been so MIA like...... i went on vacation for like a week and even before that I had a bunch of tests and shit and then work right after it was just wayyyyy too much erm... BUT ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoy this and i promise A LOTT more is coming tehe :3 also can y'all tell i have a breeding kink or is it not too obvious?

Toru Oikawa has never needed anyone before in his life.

His needs satiated by the attention of those who bombarded him with gifts, kisses on his charming face, letters that confessed their undying love for him. It had all been very cliche if he had to be brutally honest. Though, he never let it distract him. At least not completely.

Toru had continued to feed his love for volleyball past high school, exceeding his own expectations throughout his training to better his skills. Fortunately, throughout his self training, Toru had met the one person who wouldn’t chase after his attention…

“Baby? I’m home.” He mumbled as he held a tissue up to his bleeding nose. Leaving his shoes at the front door before closing it shut. He went to set his bag on the floor before freezing for a mere second and hanging it on the hook near the door.

He heard your feet patter against the wood floor as you made your way towards him, and he already knew what your reaction to his injury would be…

“Hi my lo–Oh my gosh what happened?!” You screamed in worry as you rushed to your boyfriend's side, cupping his cheeks with one hand grabbing his hand to move the tissue from his face.

“Ah it was nothin’. Hinata had spiked the ball and it hit my face…” He chuckled breathily as he looked down at you.

“Well it was clearly something, Toru. You’re bleeding!” You whined as you pulled him by the arm and into the bathroom. “You better tell that little shit that if you seriously get hurt, I’m gonna kill him.” You grumble as you sit him on the toilet and rummage through the drawers for the first aid kit.

“It’s not that serious, mama. I’m fine. Just a lil’ scratch.” Toru grinned as you rolled your eyes and walked towards him with the first aid kit in hand. He hissed as you pulled the tissue away from his face and let it fall into the trash can that was beside the both of you.

“Look up.” You grumbled as you cupped his cheek with one hand and dabbed the cut on his nose with the other. “You need to start being more careful.”

“You say that like I was at the verge of death.” His chuckle quickly turned into a low groan at the sting of the alcohol on his cut.

“You will be if you don’t shut up.” You huffed before dabbing his cut a few more times, oblivious to the chocolate brown eyes that stared at you.

He basked in the feeling of your skin against his. Your calloused but careful touch that had its own way of scolding him for being so careless of his own body, and gods did he love it.

You pulled away for a second to stare at his face, finally noticing his piercing but charming stare. “What?” You looked down at him as he tilted his head to the side before shaking it softly.

“Nothin’...” He mumbled before you huffed again and went to continue cleaning before he quickly grabbed your wrist, his tall figure standing up from the toilet and pulling you towards him as he stared down at you with a small grin on his pretty lips. “So pretty… Aren’t ya?” He whispered as he moved bits of your hair away from your face and grinned. “All mine too, hm?” He grinned as he leaned down to press a kiss to your plush lips, one hand grabbing a handful of your ass while the other was tucked around your hip, with your hands burying themselves in his fluffy brown hair as you pulled him in for more. His tongue dove into your mouth the second you gave him access, twirling around your own before he pulled away to give you both a breath, a smirk on his face before he pouted mockingly as he looked down and grabbed your hand, “This hurts too, ya’ know?” He mumbled against your lips with a grin as he moved your hand towards his hard-on that pressed against his shorts.

You look up at him and tilt your head, a small grin painting your lips before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I always take care of you… Why don’t we switch the roles this time, pretty boy?” You purr against his lips with a smirk.

Toru pounced as he pushed his lips against yours and leaned down to wrap his hands under your thighs, lifting your plush body off the ground and pushing you against the wall as your tongues clashed together. With one hand buried in his hair and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, Toru pulled you away from the wall and exited the bathroom and placed you roughly on the bed, climbing over your body and hovering over you as his lips never left yours before he ended up pulling away, only for a second to remove his shirt. His toned body always amazed you. After years of hard work, Toru was able to build muscle on every part of his body, but still stay the same soft boy you met a year ago.

You ran your hands over his abdomen as he leaned down again to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away again, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth at your small whine. “Relax, mama…” He whispered as he hooked his fingers under your shorts and pulled them down, along with your underwear. “Fuck…” He groaned lightly as he looked down at your twitching cunt that was begging for attention.

“Toruuu..” You whined as you reached to grab his hands that began to push your legs towards your chest, with your lover who began to kneel on his knees as he came face to face with your weeping pussy.

“Patience, baby. I got you…” He smirked before he looked back down at your cunt, his eyes glistening with need before he dove in between your legs. His tongue explored your folds as it occasionally flicked your clit. He groaned with his face buried in between your legs at your taste, “You taste so fuckin’ good…”

You ground your pussy against his mouth as you held tightly onto his hair, pulling softly with soft moans leaving your plush lips, your legs threatening to close around his head as he began harshly sucking your clit into his mouth, “O-Oh god–!” You whined as he continued to eat out your cunt with a need only you could satisfy. “T-Toru– I’m gonna–” You began to squeal until you felt him pull away from your cunt with a pop. “W-Wha-”

“Mm mm. You’re gonna come on my cock before anything else.” He grinned as he hooked his fingers under his own shorts and slipped them down his long legs, pulling you towards the end of the bed by your legs and hooking your calves over his shoulders as he guided his dick towards your entrance. “What do you want for dinner? I was thinking about getting takeout maybe.”

“What the fu–!” He cut you off as he pushed his cock inside of you, your walls tightening around his dick as he then leaned down with your legs still over his shoulders, and his hands on the backs of your thighs. “Y-You little sh–”

“Shut up for a second…” He groaned lightly into your ear, his breath warm against the side of your face. He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours as he opened his eyes to stare into your own. “God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful…” He hissed before pressing a kiss to your lips as he began thrusting his cock into you at a mediate pace, the squelch of your cunt music to his ears as the bed began to rock and creak softly. “Holy fuck…” He groaned lowly at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick.

“T-Toru–”

“I know, mama. I know.” Toru groaned lightly as his pace began to increase, his dick pistoning in and out of your cunt. You could feel your walls begin to twitch as you felt the cord in your lower stomach pulling until the point it could snap at any moment. “Cum for me. Cum all over this dick, baby.” He whispered against your lips with a smile, his head diving to then press kisses on your chest as he pulled your tank top down just enough to free your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple as he continued thrusting into you swiftly.

“C-Cum inside me, Toru… Please.” You whined as you buried your hands in his hair once again, pulling at his brown locks as he pulled away from your chest and grabbed ahold of your plush hips. The feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you at such a vigorous pace and your walls tightening around him as you both got closer and closer to your climax.

He moaned at your words as he leaned down and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets on the sides of your head, “I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you, mama. Wanna get you pregnant, all nice and full of kids.. You’d like that huh?” He chuckled breathily before his pace began to stutter. “F-Fuck–G-Gonna–” He whimpered as his pace faltered, with your moans echoing in his ear as you came around his cock, and his cum painting your insides white. Your toes curled at the feeling of your orgasm washing over, breathless pants leaving both of your lips as you felt Toru pull away from you.

“Toru?” You mumbled as you reached for him with your eyes closed before you felt hands on the back of your thighs again, “Toru?” You called out again before a moan erupted from your throat. You felt his tongue begin to suck your clit once more, with his cum seeping out of your hole as licked every drop up.

He moaned against your folds before pulling away, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, “Gotta make sure I clean up… right?”

#oikawa smut #oikawa x chubby reader smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x chubby reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #oikawa x pacificislander!reader #oikawa tōru #her words ۪ ᩍ

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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hi besties

all i want in my life is more dom felix because all im seeing is sub felix and i cant get into it when i have no dominant bones in my body. i give you free reign to write anything ever i just want a dom felix and a sub reader 🙏🙏

thank you i love you

bestie bestie bestie bestie bestie...when i saw this request i immediately started doing some major brainstorming. we have never really written a dom felix piece before, so i put my thinking cap on for this one because i wanted it to be absolute perfection for you.

and oh boy when the idea hit me there was no stopping me. and of course in the least shocking turn of events i got carried away, and it ended up being wayyyyy longer than i originally thought. but anywho! i hope you really like what i came up with for you!!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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pairing: felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, some fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 2.2k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!felix, sub!reader, dirty talk, degradation if you squint, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you groan while rolling over onto your stomach, hand blindly fumbling across the other side as you seek out felix's warmth. when all you're met with is rumbled sheets, another groan escapes you, disappointed that your favorite snuggle buddy is nowhere to be found.

but then the wafting smell of waffles and bacon reaches you and your head pops up from the bed, your disappointment over his absence quickly replaced with excitement. he's making you breakfast? god, you love this man.

you pull yourself out of bed and glance around before grabbing felix's shirt from where it was discarded on the floor last night. throwing it over your head and rubbing your eyes in an effort to wake yourself up further, you head out to the kitchen.

"good morning, sleepy head!" felix chirps when he hears the bedroom door close, his back facing you as he continues cooking.

"you made breakfast," you murmur, voice still laced with sleep. you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss against his bare spine before leaning your cheek on his warm back.

"of course! i have to make sure my lil' sunshine is well fed. especially after all that exertion from last night." he throws wink and a sly smirk over his shoulder and you can't the blush that creeps up your neck as thoughts of last night flash through your head.

your fingers intertwined in felix's as he went down on you for what felt like hours.

him with his head thrown back, pupils blown with pleasure as you tortured his body with your hands and mouth.

you riding him senseless, legs starting to shake as he pulled yet another orgasm from you body.

him pulling out just before he finished and painting your chest with his cum.

you feel your panties getting wetter with ever passing thought and you have to fight the urge to rub your thighs together.

felix doesn't notice the change that's come over you, he just continues on finishing up breakfast. you move to sit on a stool behind the counter while he serves up the food and then you eat together, him leaning against the counter across from you, talking about his plans for the day between bites of food.

when you both are done he starts gathering the dishes and putting them in the sink. you quickly interject. "oh, let me do that. you made breakfast so i'll wash the dishes."

"it's alright sunshine, i can do them. it's really no big--" his words die off in his mouth as you round the counter and he really notices what you're wearing for the first time this morning. his t-shirt that you grabbed from the floor in your sleepy haze this morning hangs loosely across your frame, the hem hitting you mid-thigh. you don't miss the way his eyes rake over you hungrily or the way his throat rolls as he swallows thickly. "what are you wearing?" his words come out in a rasp, his voice suddenly deeper than it was just moments before.

"your shirt..." you say, a hint of confusion in your tone as you wonder over the sudden drastic change in his demeanor. it's like this is the first time he's seen you not wearing pants in the morning, which is odd considering it's a pretty regular occurrence for you. in fact, most of the time, you're wearing much smaller shirts that cover a lot less.

"why?" you're taken aback by the almost accusatory tone in his voice and you start to fiddle with the hem of the short, suddenly nervous.

"sorry, it was just the first thing i grabbed off the floor this morning. i didn't think you'd mind. sorry, i can go change."

"no, no, no. i'm sorry," he rushes the words out, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. "i didn't mean it like that, it's just..... it's just that you've never worn one of my shirts before."

"what? of course i've worn your shirts before, i--" you stop when the realization hits you. "oh my god, you're right."

"yeah.....so i was just a little surprised to see you in it." he takes a small step towards you, his gaze darkening. "very pleasantly surprised i might add."

"yeah?"

another step closer. "yes. very much so."

your eyes flicker down to the outline of the growing bulge in his sweats and realization dawns on you. oh. oh.

something about seeing you wearing his clothes, wearing only his clothes, makes a possessive urge start to burn through felix. he wants to claim you, needs to mark you. he doesn’t think he can go another second without having you, without reminding you, him, and the whole world that you are his and he is yours.

"panties off. now." his words come out low and gruff, the tone sending sparks of arousal through your veins.

you quickly oblige with his request and then reach for the hem of the shirt, assuming he wants you naked. but his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist as you start to slide the shirt up.

"did i tell you to take that off?"

you swallow thickly and shake your head, too shocked by his behavior to form actual words. felix is always gentle and sweet in the bedroom. he has never ordered you around like this before, and something about the firm look on his face and the barked commands has heat flooding your system. you are quickly realizing you like it when he takes control. a lot.

you let go of the hem of the shirt, letting it fall back down your frame and he nods briskly, a small smile touching his lips. “good girl.” as the short statement leaves his lips and causes your arousal to skyrocket even further, he steps closer. instinctively you take a step back. you’re not afraid of him, in fact you feel quite the opposite, but something about his sudden domineering behavior is throwing your world off center. he takes another slow step towards you, and then another, a sly smirk rising to his face as you retreat further until you bump against the counter behind you.

he plants his hands on either side of you, tilting his head slightly to lean in closer and whisper in your ear. “seeing you in my shirt makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

a shiver rolls through you at his words, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. he doesn’t miss the reaction, and when he presses his lips to your neck, you can feel the way he smiles against you.

your head tips back as he starts to work your throat with his mouth, nipping and suckling along the sensitive flesh until your panties are absolutely soaked with your desperation for him. his hands move to your waist, slowly sliding down until he’s gripping the back of your thighs. he lifts you and your hands fly to his arms to stabilize yourself. you feel his arms flex beneath your grip, the muscles rippling in your hold as he moves you until you’re perched on the edge of the counter.

once you’re settled, his hands move from your hips to your inner thighs, slowly separating them until you’re completely spread for him. the movement causes the shirt to bunch up around your waist and his eyes dip to your pussy, gaze darkening further as he takes in the way you’re glistening with arousal.

“just look at the pretty cunt of yours,” he says while slowly dragging his fingers through your folds. you mewl at the contact, subconsciously rolling your hips toward his hand, desperate for more. “absolutely soaked and needy for me. all for me.”

“yes, lix!” you gasp when his thumb grazes over your clit. “all for you, just for you.”

he slowly kneels before you, withdrawing his hand from your pussy to spread you further for him. he glances up at you for a moment, gaze filled with lust, before diving in, his tongue instantly devouring you like a man starved. you cry out at the sudden overwhelming pleasure, your hand moving to bury your fingers in his hair. you barely make contact with the silky strands before his hand blindly flies up, grasping your wrist and moving it back to the counter.

“no touching until i say so," he murmurs against your pussy, the words vibrating against your core.

you let out a whine in protest, desperate to touch him, to feel him beneath your fingertips as he pulls an orgasm from your body. but, you comply with his request, eager to please. his mouth returns to your core, tongue tracing through your folds teasingly. your hands stay planted on the counter, but you try to buck your hips into his mouth, desperate for more. he instantly shuts down your attempt, one of his hands moving to hold your hips firmly in place. he grunts a simple “no” against your pussy as he continues to eat you out, tongue lazily lapping at you.

he continues on at his teasing pace for what seems like an eternity, immediately stopping any of your efforts to get more contact. he may be the one on his knees for you, but you are ever at his mercy.

after what feels like forever of him getting you so worked up you think you might just die, he finally picks up his pace. he starts flicking his tongue rapidly across your clit and your knuckles whiten as you grip the edge of the counter harder. you have to force yourself to not reach out for him, trying your hardest to comply with his demands.

but then you feel his fingers enter you, curling to hit you just right as he pumps them in and out of you and you feel your mind go blank. in only a few moments you crash over the edge into bliss, thighs quivering as you come hard against his tongue. he continues to work your pussy while you orgasm, pulling every last drop of pleasure from your body that he possibly can.

only after you finishing coming and start to come back to reality do you realize that your fingers are entangled in felix’s hair, one of your legs now draped across his shoulder instead of spread on the counter. he slowly reaches up to grab your hands, pulling them down from his head.

“i thought i said no touching. but apparently, someone can’t follow even simple instructions.”

before you can even fully process what’s happening, you feel yourself being picked up off the counter and being carried down the hall. he drops you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, one hand moving to push his sweats down enough to free his aching cock.

he kisses you deeply while aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you with his dick. “i’m going to fuck you now, but since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, i suppose i’m going to have to help you.” he captures your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed above you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “ready for me baby?”

unable to forms words you simply let out a desperate moan in response, the sound transforming into a gasp as he thrusts into you deeply. he starts fucking you hard, one hand keeping your wrists captive, while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. he keeps up an absolutely relentless pace until your mind goes completely blank, every cell in your body focused only on the intense pleasure felix is bringing you with every snap of his hips.

just when you think you can’t possibly take it any longer, his hips start to stutter in their rhythm. he releases your hands to reach down between the two of you, rubbing quick circles against your clit. you feel his cock start to throb inside of you and he buries his head into your shoulder, panting as he starts to come. all it takes is a few more flicks of his thumb and thrusts of his hips before you join him in bliss, your vision going white as your orgasm crashes through you. you curse and moan wildly as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, continuing on long after felix stops moving. he remains still, reveling in the acute sensation of your pussy rippling around his spent dick, pulling even more pleasure from his body than he thought possible.

finally, you come down from your high with a heaving breath, panting as you try to come back to reality. he pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you while you both lie in silence for a few moments.

“i’m sorry if that was a little intense,” he murmurs sheepishly as he pulls you even closer. “i don’t know what came over me.”

“it was intense, that’s for sure. but i definitely liked it.” you reply, snuggling deeper into his chest. “like wow, i don't think i've come quite that hard in a long time.”

“yeah?” you can hear the smile in his tone, and you nod against him in response. “i think it was the shirt. something about seeing you in my shirt, in only my shirt, just made me lose my mind.”

“well if that's the case, do you have any more shirts i could borrow?”

#felix smut #felix imagines #felix x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #felix #lee felix #stray kids #afab reader #felix oneshots #stray kids onshots #ask #request #sensitiveandhungry #mine #minors shoo #hard stray kids hours #ask: hyunjin hasn't left the dance studio

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 2 months

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Alright, I took a quick nap and Ive decided that I wanna get the UTM reenactment over with as quickly as possible so Im reading chapter 42 and then I'll reward myself with some pain au chocolats and not thinking about this book for the rest of the day and watching the 2002 takarazuka flower troupe production of elisabeth instead. lets go

Chapter 42

here we fucking go with the illyrian wingspan-dicksize correlation, how would Amren even know that isnt she above sex or something. Honestly, I think Cassian would know wayyyyy more about that. on account of all the gay sex hes having i mean. I thought of that joke and then I realized that you could interpret it to mean that he knows about that because hes illyrian and has a dick, but I want to make it very clear that this is a gay sex joke

how come wings are so sensitive that just barely stroking them makes you moan and shudder but you can still fly with them in harsh winds with no issue. My headcanon is that wings arent actually that sensitive, Rhysand and Cassian are just weirdos with a specific kink

This conversation Feyre and Rhys are having about his wings is so weird, its like dirty and yet uncomfortably clinical

oh Rhysand is quicker than death just fucking kill me, im getting so angry again

Syphons are called 'Trichtersteine' ['funnel stones' or 'funnel gems'] in german which is more accurate to how we're actually told they work imo but it sounds pretty lame

Is it just me or is Rhysand being kinda weirdly paranoid rn. I mean granted, they did just get attacked with ash arrows so maybe hes actually doing a good job for once and Im just biased against him

Okay so we finally get some night court fae wearing white, but of course its not for moon symbolism its so they can blend in with the rock of the mountain because this series does nothing but disappoint me

The Hewn City actually sounds really cool, why couldnt this have been the secret city where we spend most of our time, you couldve made it a whole thing about Feyre healing from her trauma UTM through like, exposure therapy or something idk. That wouldve been neat and dramatic, her healing from her UTM trauma in the place that inspired it with the person that inflicted it. I mean, maybe that would be less healthy and even more controversial than Feysand already is but then you could atleast lean into the dark romance of it

I mightve said this already but you knowwww sjm is NOT a painter and consulted ZERO painters because Ive never heard of anyone think about creating art the way feyre does

and Mor is wearing red AGAIN why would you make this a trigger for Feyre just go back and edit it out its not like it matters

God, the description of her outfit is so deeply discomfortingl like it literally is exactly what she wore while she was being drugged assaulted but atleast they left the bodypaint out this time

"[Keir] looked at my face, then my body. I had thought that he would stare and drool greedily but... there was nothing. No emotion. Just ice cold. Shaking internally, - from anger and revulsion - I followed Mor." Im sorry, is she mad that Keir doesnt find her hot????

Theres something uncomfortable about Feyre referring to Rhysand as 'Mor's Lord' especially when we just had a whole paragraph describing her as a proud and empowered queen

"Usually, one Syphon was enough for an Illyrian to to able to steer his urge to kill down the right path." what???

Now shes describing Azriel as dark and beautiful as death and oughhhhhh i knoww im the only who cares about this and its for a pretty stupid reason but I care a lot and it makes me very angry

Feyre referring to a 19 year old Mor as 'barely more than a child' is weirdddddd

of COURSE hes wearing a black tunic for this, I cant believe this is the guy that the fandom has designated the fashion lover when he has two (2) outfits

Feyre describing Rhysand as sooooo powerful and beautiful with a face of nightmares and dreams makes me want to vomit, but more importantly, it makes me yearn to rewatch the 1996 takarazuka star troupe production of Elisabeth with Asaji Saki as Death who unirionically fits all of Feyres descriptors 1000 times better

Not Rhysand using Feyres Cursebreaker title while hes thoroughly humiliating her

Now Feyre is calling him a god, bro youre not gonna be able to have sex if you jack him off this hard hes gonna be all sore

Imagine being a hewn city noble and you all get together because your high lord wants something from you and youre kinda scared because hes the worst, and then you just have to watch him finger some random lady. and you cant leave because then he'll just kill you

I dont like that this is framed as empowering to Feyre, i think its one thing to write a female character who sexualises herself in order to empower herself but the fact that Feyre is doing this at the behest of Rhys automatically renders it non-empowering to me. Like yeah, she obviously consented to this but it wasnt her idea but this was not her idea and this is not something she usually does, the only times shes been sexualized like this is because it was part of some plan that Rhysand came up with

"[Keir] apparently clung to the power. But Rhys was the power." i hate that that sentence made me think of Keir/Rhysand as a ship why am I so goddamn yaoi-brained. And yeah, i know theyre related but according to Rhys himself, he and Mor are only cousins in the most distant sense, so. Man, that would make the IC dynamics so much more fucked up but also so much funnier

Theyre trying so hard to make this hot n sexy but its just so unappealing and dragged out. Granted, sorry if this is TMI, but I did just jerk off so Im all out of horniness for the next little while so maybe I just dont like this because Im not in the mood but idk. theres something so annoying about this, i think its how over-the-top and artificial Rhysands hotness feels, not to mention the fact that he is absolutely not my type

Imagine being Keir rn, just trying to do your job and tell your high lord everything that he needs to know, meanwhile his high lord is sitting in front of him fondling his new sex slave and you just have to keep a straight face. i mean, he sucks ass so i guess he deserves it but man

Presented to you with no further comment: "My breasts became heavy and full, longing, desiring, just like my crotch."

goddamnit, Rhysand just said that he put Feyre on his leash and then Keir made a kinda slutshame-y remark about her clothes and then I thought Rhys was like "maybe I'll put you on a leash too" but it was Feyre who said that. another loss for big gay incest

"He liked this as little as I did" uhhhhh no offense girlie but you actually seem to be having a pretty great time rn

I dont even know what to say about this part where Feyre is like, detaching herself from her thoughts that are calling her a traitor a liar and a whore ?? I think thats whats happening here?? Like, its trying so hard to be sexy but its invoking the imagery of Feyre's (and even Rhysand's) trauma and its just very strange

It took Rhys a fucking eternity to actually touch her pussy

What if Keir developed a voyerism kink because of this. would that be fucked up or what

Its so weird how Feyre thinks about how maybe Rhysand doesnt like sex or being desirable anymore because of amarantha and that certainly sounds like a trauma response he should have but instead it just never matters

"I had been tortured and tormented but my pain was nothing compared to his." YOU DIED

Oh man I cant believe I completely forgot about the absolutely iconic part where Rhysand gets so mad Keir for calling the woman he introduced as a whore a whore that he telepathically breaks his hand about it

what was the point of doing that, Feyre didnt even seem to like it that much

#anti acotar #anti sjm #anti acomaf #anti rhysand #anti feysand #flames and darkness liveblog

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yourmomazfav · 10 months

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Dating Enid Sinclair Would Include

Enid Sinclair x gn reader

Requests are open

-You joined the Nevermore the semester after the events of season one.

-Your dorm mate is Yoko.

-While Yoko was showing you around, you both had stopped shortly in the Quad where Wednesday, Bianca, Xavier, Divina, Ajax, Kent and then of course the one and only that caught your eye, future girlfriend and wife Enid.

-She was already hot on your heels when she first saw you.

-She just loves making new friends.

-You were different though, you had a glint in your eye that she couldn't look away from.

-She seemed like a bit much at first, but you realised she always like that, and quickly got used to it.

-She and Yoko introduced you to everyone, and you were immediately pulled into their friend group.

-Enid had told you about Wednesday and how she didn't like physical contact very much and was 'allergic' to colour.

-So you made sure to always be calm and respectful around her room mate and as she said, best friend.

-When she saw you taking the precautions it made her like you more.

-Definitely the love at first sight kind.

-When she realised that she liked you she immediately rushed to yours and Yoko's dorm to question Yoko.

-You weren't there because you were helping Eugene learn to socialise better.

-Enid had asked Yoko if you had mentioned her at all.

-Yoko fake gagged at the obliviousness, on both sides.

-It was wayyyyy to obvious that you liked each other. Like painfully obvious.

-So at least a week later when it's just you and Enid hanging around together, she just bursts and spills all her feelings to you.

-Obviously you reciprocated, and oh my dear. Sweet Enid was so happy she almost looked like she was gonna cry.

-Definitely bear hugged you and then smothered you with kisses.

-Her kisses are so sweet and soft, they're like fluffy clouds of goodness.

-Will follow you around like a lost puppy, and she knows she does.

-You always comfort her when her family visits, even though her mother was happy that Enid had wolfed out, she still had the pressures of finding a mate.

-When she had told you about the mate problem, you had suggested that you could be her mate. You would have to be bitten though in order for there to be the mate mark.

-At first she was reluctant because having a mate, is more serious than marriage, honestly. You can't divorce a mate, it's for life.

-But she already knew there was no one else she would even come as close to you when it came to the love department, so she ended up agreeing.

-Unless you're a werewolf yourself, Enid's mother was not happy that Enid would have a mate that isn't a werewolf.

-Enid of course wouldn't care, you mean the world to her, and she doesn't mind being alone if it's alone with you.

-Such a cuddler it's actually funny, like you could be cuddling on a couch, or in bed or standing up, she will literally come up to you and just wrap around you like a Koala.

-Will and I mean WILL paint your nails, does not matter if you don't normally paint your nails, she WILL do it, even if it means pinning you down to do so.

-Loves dancing with you, whether is silly random dances or slow dances.

-Kisses in the rainnnnnn!!!!

-She doesn't like thunder very much because of how loud it is, so expect her to cling to you like her life depends on it.

-Pulling all-nighters to try and study for a test that is the next day.

-Shopping dates are a constant.

-So are coffee dates, or any date really. You have dates literally every other day.

-Anytime you two are hanging out she calls it dates.

-Cuddle dates, make out dates, study dates, walking dates. ANYTHING.

#Wednesday (series)#Wednesday #Enid Sinclair #Enid Sinclair x reader #x reader

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doumas-whore · 11 months

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Call it love.

Synopsis: Tanjiro and Y/N have known each other for their entire lives by this point. They finally confess that they have shared feelings :•]

Vaguely inspired by Conan Gray’s Idle Town

Tanjiro x Reader || 600 words || Fluff || Modern AU || Third Person || No warnings ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

You sit upon your rooftop, your legs dangling off the edge. You observe the neighborhood kids playing, someone watering their lawn, and the general bustle of your somewhat lively block. You let your eyes wander over every bit of the scenery. You look at these people you’ve known your whole life, but in your heart there’s a ping of loneliness.

You found your comfort in the clouds, as you looked up longingly. You’ve always wanted to touch the sky.

Your gaze was so transfixed on the cotton candy-esque sky that you almost don’t notice the way his calloused hand brushes against yours, or the way that he quietly gasped when it happened. Almost.

“Oh, Tanjiro! When did you get here?” You glance up at your childhood friend.

“I only got here now, sorry to have kept you waiting,” he says with a vibrant grin.

The pinkish hues of the setting sun painted the two of you in an ethereal light, and you caught yourself staring into his eyes. You quickly break eye contact and cast your sight elsewhere.

“Don’t apologize,,,I don’t mind waiting.” A nostalgic smile grows on your face.

It’s quiet between the two of you, but only for a moment.

“I-” you both start simultaneously before bursting into laughter.

“Alright, alright. You first,” he said while playfully nudging you.

“What? No wayyyyy, now I’m too shy,” You whine “You should go first.”

A tint of red dusts his cheeks, if only for a moment. If you weren’t watching him so intensely, you definitely would have missed it. He takes but a second to regain his composure.

“On second thought, I’ll tell you later.”

You’re curious, and honestly a little irritated, but you respect his boundaries too much to pry any further. Instead, you just nod in agreement.

The warm summer breeze gently blows against you, messing up your hair in the process. You brush it out of your face and smile brightly at the boy next to you. He’s trying (and failing) to put his own hair back into some semblance of its typical style.

“Let me help you…” You say before reaching over and running a hand through his soft, red hair.

He doesn’t say anything, instead he tenderly grabs your hand and places it in his lap. The slight confusion on your face is quickly replaced with a tender smile. Seconds pass, but they feel like hours. You lay your head against his shoulder.

“Tanjiro…..” His name leaves your mouth like a whisper, “I think I love you.”

You feel his body tense up beneath you. By now there was no way of hiding the blush that had made its way upon your features, so you didn’t even try. Your mind was racing with millions of thoughts per second, but his timid voice silenced it all.

“Y/N.”

You squeeze your eyes closed as tightly as possible, mentally bracing yourself for whatever his response could possibly be.

“I’ve wanted to hear those words from you for so many years.”

In an instant your sitting perfectly upright and gawking at him in disbelief.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask with clear bewilderment in your voice.

He lets out a chuckle before cupping your cheek in his left palm.

“I mean I love you too, Y/N.”

Unsure of what to say, you bite your lip and lay your hand on top of his. The two of you sit there for at least a minute, just savoring this moment. You lean further into his touch.

“I’m so happy,” you let your eyelids droop closed, simply enjoying his presence.

#𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞! 🎴☀️🍊#🌊|| 𝐊𝐍𝐘 #🎞️|| 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 #🧺|| 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 #tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjiro #tanjiro #tanjiro fluff #tanjiro x you #tanjiro x reader #oneshot

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theandromedastar · 1 year

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The way that manifestation is literally saving my ass on the daily LMFAO 😭😭

Seriously!

I've been having so much fun recently just manifesting stuff to make my life easier lol? I wanted to share some cool things I manifested super recently.

1 - Not needing a lockdown browser when taking a college exam: so I was scheduled to take an exam on my laptop/iPad for my class and the thing is, I have a Chromebook laptop. I didn't want to have to go to the campus library to take the tes because my Chromebook didn't support the lockdown browser AND my setting up the lockdown browser app on the iPad was sketchy and frustrating as hell. So before the test was announced I affirmed like a few times and visualized my teacher saying smth like "you won't need the lockdown browser for the test btw"...anyways that same morning the teacher let us know that we did need the lockdown browser, which went against my visualization, and it made me panic, BUT I managed to quickly calm myself and just reassured that I'd be fine for the exam. The day of the exam, I downloaded the app on my iPad and was basically shitting myself cus I was scared that it would all fuck up...but guess what?? The exam launched WITHOUT the lockdown starting, and it processed perfectly!? I also visualized my desired score range for the exam before I submitted it (canvas auto-grading) and I also got that manifestation as well!! It just goes to show that even if the manifestation seems fucked up in the moment, if you want it then it'll happen lol!

2 - Better health / not being sick: Basically my sister spread her germs all around me and one night I literally FELT my throat start to hurt and I panicked (I have been hospitalized before for a cold and I am traumatized fr) and so that night I reassured myself that I wouldn't get sick and that my throat doesn't hurt. I slept well that night but the morning after I woke up stuffy and the normal cold symptoms showed up. Again I was scared that I had just failed the manifestation and wallowed all day...but I do remember slightly just telling myself that I was not sick. Anyways, today is the day after that, and I am perfectly FINE. No nose stuffiness, no cough, I feel completely normal. This is so spooky to me cus I've never healed from a cold so fast.

3 - Package from AliExpress coming wayyyyy early: If you've ever ordered from there you know the shipping can lag a ton if you choose a store with minimal reviews...and I did that. However, I just affirmed that the package would get here quick. 5 Days later and it's here!! It arrived today lmaooooo 😭😭

Hopefully this post finds people who like some more slice of life "average" manifestation stories lmao. I manifest shit daily and so easily, it really is just a matter of practice. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#affirmations #affirmyourreality #loa #manifest #manifestation #manifesting #affirm and persist #law of the universe #self concept #void state #loassumption #success story #AndromedaStarrz Blog ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 5 months

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Floating Back in Love

Here’s my submission for day 6 of Lin Beifong’s Week. You can also find it on AO3.

Pairing: Lin Beifong x Tenzin

Rating: T

Art made by JadeLotus💚 And inspiration brought to you by @ilovelin

“Lin, come on! I never ask you of anything!” he cried.

Bumi had been following Lin all evening, chasing her from crime scene to crime scene, the precinct and back. He would’ve followed her into the lady’s room too if it weren’t for the metal bars she erected in front of the door.

“Please, please, please- I will never ask you for anything else.”

They were now in her office. It was nearing midnight and Bumi was not even close to quitting. Lin was wrapping up her paperwork for the day as he continued trying to persuade her to no avail.

“Bumi,” she groaned, gently slamming her head to the back of her chair in frustration. “Why won’t you just take no for an answer? Has Tenzin not crushed your spirits sufficiently?”

“Well, Tenzin’s on some other kind of bender right now,” he said, chuckling slightly. “You won’t believe what he’s up to.”

She had to admit it piqued her interest, but there was no way she was going to ask him about it. After years of animosity, Lin thought she had finally reached a good place in her relationship with Tenzin. They were friends- not close friends, but friends. Friends who knew and understood each other like nobody else did. Friends who couldn’t function being anything more or less than friends. Friends, that she thought were once soulmates, that weren’t, ultimately.

“But coming back, to ME,” he said emphatically. “Please, Lin! Please, please, please—”

“Why is this so important you, Bumi?” she asked, sighing loudly.

“I hear his sister is wayyyyy sluttier than me,” he explained. “I really need to, no, must screw her—”

“Don’t want to hear it!” Lin cringed, raising her hands in surrender. “Why do you need me to court some girl you know is promiscuous enough to sleep with the likes of you?”

“Court—” he laughed to himself, but quickly recovered when he saw Lin’s nostrils flare. “Thing is, she doesn’t quite leave the Fire Nation enough. She’s only going to be here because, her brother, a member of the cabinet of ministers in Izumi’s council is bringing her as his date.”

“Okay?”

“And if you snag the brother to be your date at the Annual Summit’s gala, I get that lovely lassy all to myself.”

“Bumi, I won’t be attending the gala as a guest. Remember my job?” she asked, gesturing around the room they were currently seated in.

“Taken care of that! I’ve got the airbenders to provide security, courtesy of my dear little brother. Mako has promised that he’ll take care of everything and lead your officers.”

Lin scoffed. “And what makes you think I’d be okay with that?”

“Because Kenzo is quite the looker?”

“Try again,” she deadpanned.

“Why? When have I ever let you down?”

Lin scoffed. “The last time you set me up with someone, it was a complete disaster.”

“What? Why?” he asked, standing up to demonstrate his shock.

“That guy was such a pervert. He tried sliding his hand down my pants!”

“That’s fantastic!” Bumi cried.

“What? No! In what world—”

“A patriarchal one where men don’t finish women off—”

A heavily scandalized Lin stood up and clapped his mouth shut. “Don’t ruin sex for me!”

Bumi laughed like a maniac. His lips tickled her hand, so she quickly moved it away. “Come on, Lin. When was the last time you—”

“Don’t—”

“Mr. Perv was probably wiping off the cobwebs—”

“Are you forgetting that you need me right now?”

“Fine, fine, fine,” he said, walking around her desk towards her. “Please, I really need a distraction. Tenzin is driving me crazy and, Lin, this guy’s great. I promise he won’t try any funny business. I’ve done my research with Song and Mako about your perimeter check- the whole nine yards. I even bought you an evening gown and got Opal to do your hair. It’s three months from now, so even if you change your mind, which I hope you won’t, I’ll call it off. But please, please please, please—”

“Why can’t any of your other female friends do this?”

“You’re the only one I haven’t slept with,” he said with a meek grin. “We could change that if you like, though…” he trailed off so his eyebrows could jump suggestively to finish his sentence.

She pinched her nose in thought and looked over at him. She wanted to ask what was going on with Tenzin, but she bit her tongue. Instead, she said, “Fine. It’s a date.”

Bumi hadn’t lied, she thought back. She was wearing a long, forest green gown made of the finest of silks- it was so reminiscent of Gaoling and Poppy Beifong. The thin straps streamlined up her clavicles to meet the back of her neck, secured by a neat bow. Lin was aware of how low her dress was cut and a small part of her wanted Kenzo’s eyes to linger a little, but alas, he was by far the least exciting person she had ever met. He not only talked in a slow drawl, but also exclusively talked only about his own very uninteresting interests.

She had been on worst dates, she admitted. And the only thing she wanted to do then was escape. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bumi giving her a thumbs-up, leading the curly haired bombshell of a woman towards the exit with him. Seeing that as her cue, Lin’s dress bounced behind her as she made her way to the balcony for an escape.

The past three months had been exceedingly tumultuous. Nearly every day Lin found herself learning new-fangled ideas about the occurrences at Air Temple Island.

First, it was Rohan and Pema coming in for records of domicile. Next, it was Mako receiving a call from Korra about information on lawyers. After that, it was Ikki being arrested for some petty crime. And finally, it was Tenzin. He showed up, rage blowing in the wind around him, to the precinct, likely to bail his little girl out.

Lin felt it obligatory to see him and talk things through in her office. The last thing she needed was Tenzin’s children turning into mini Suyins around her city.

“I take that you’re here for your daughter?” she began.

“Actually, no,” he whispered. “I want her to serve her sentence to the fullest. I also want her to see me here, expecting to be bailed out only to spend the next two nights here.”

“One complaint from the holding cell and I kick her out,” Lin warned.

Tenzin laughed aloud while she awkwardly stood there, waiting for him to stop. He was not acting like himself and Lin didn’t know how to behave. He calmed himself a few moments later, and smirked at Lin. “She’s just acting up, you know? Divorced parents- terrible father—”

“Tenzin!”

He blinked at her blankly.

“What’s going on with you?”

“I got divorced,” he said softly. His demeanor had totally changed. He looked somber now, emoting with his face instead of that frightening numbness. At least it seemed sincere. “It’s been very trying.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Is there any way I can help, old friend?”

Tenzin took her hand in his and squeezed it. “You’ve been perfect, Lin. Thank you for being my friend.”

“Of course,” she whispered. “I’m here for you.”

He snaked his arms around her back and hugged her lightly. She placed her arms on his shoulder and pat his back delicately. His arms glided over her back and squeezed her further into his body. She felt his beard by her neck and then she felt his kiss on her skin.

“Tenzin,”

His lips brushed over her ear and then down her cheek to find her mouth. They ghosted over her lips- it was a mere touch- when she stiffened and gently pulled away.

“We shouldn’t—”

“Yes,” he agreed. “I should leave.”

“Yeah.”

“I need to process—”

“You should.”

Now, at the balcony, Lin started remembering being Tenzin’s date. How they’d sneak away to hide from the boring lots like her current date. Sometimes, they’d fool around- and it was cute. And now it wasn’t because Lin could feel Tenzin’s lips haunting hers.

Abruptly, there was a switch in the wind. Instead of blowing in her face, it was now pushing her hair into her face. She looked straight into the horizon to see if the waves in Yue Bay had changed course when suddenly, Tenzin appeared right in front of her face.

Startled, Lin raised the stone platform to defend herself, and Tenzin just chuckled softly. He was seated on his air scooter and smiling- ever the picture of Aang if Lin could believe it.

“What are you doing here?!” she asked, still reeling from her start, bending the parapet back into place.

“Bumi told me you needed to be rescued from a boring gala, and, from an oath I swore on a mangled fruit pie about forty-five years ago, I’d always save you from any and all dull social engagements.”

Lin was taming her hair when Tenzin reached a hand out to help. “Sorry, I had to borrow some wind to fly up,” he said softly.

“When did Bumi talk to you?”

“He radioed me from the conference room downstairs,” he told her. “So, I flew right in.”

“That’s- thanks, Tenzin,” she whispered. “But I think I’ll be okay.”

“I’m sorry about the last time I saw you. It was… Difficult. Seeing you brought back a lot of feelings.”

“It’s fine, Tenzin,” she said.

“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have tried to- anyway,” he replied. “How can I make your evening better?”

“I don’t think there’s all that much you can do,” she said. “I’m destined to a boring evening.”

Tenzin scoffed with amusement. “Of course not, Lin. So long as I’m here, the fate of your evening is in my hands.”

Lin snorted. He always knew how to make her laugh. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because,” he shrugged, beaming. “I have vowed to spend the rest of my life doing right by you. Whether it’s from a distance or floating right here to keep you company. I’ve done enough damage to your—”

“Tenzin, why?”

“I owe you all that you deserve and more.”

Lin shook her head. She rested her forearms on the parapet and placed her chin on top. Tenzin’s eyes gleamed at the sight.

“You’re beautiful, Lin. And that doesn’t even begin to cover why I have admired you my whole life.”

“Are you hitting on me, airhead?”

“Maybe.”

“You have to try harder, then.”

Tenzin flew over the parapet and landed beside her. She tilted her head sideways as he placed one hand on her arm. “Those green eyes you have could be the death of me,” he whispered.

Lin straightened up and turned to face him. “What do you want?”

“One chance,” he said. “Let me take you out on one date. Let me prove myself to you- to show you I’ve grown and just how much you’ve changed me.”

Lin rolled her eyes. “One date. That is all I will agree to.”

Overjoyed, Tenzin stepped forward and proffered his arms out. Lin ran into them and held him close. It was strange in a new way how they ended up hugging. She couldn’t help but relax in his arms. He was warm, comfortable and he smelled like home like he always did. She felt him squeeze her tighter as a drop of water touched her temple. At that she hugged him closer, ignoring the feeling that she was floating- because he’d always make her feel that way. Then, she turned up to face him and saw a single stray tear left on his cheek. But when she brought her hand up to wipe it was when she realized—

Immediately, she looked down.

They were not only a long distance from the gala, but also from the Earth. Best of all, there wasn’t an air scooter in sight.

“Tenzin,” she said fearfully.

He hummed.

“Tenz, we’re flying—”

“Wha—”

The airbender realized he had started soaring. Let go of his Earthly tether he did. He had entered a void in his embrace with Lin. Empty, and he became the wind.

“You’re not my Earth, Lin. You’re my wind.” His voice was hoarse from shock.

Lin was less than thrilled, however. “Sure, but let’s get back down to Earth, and—”

“We had it wrong this whole time. You’re my wind and I’m your Earth. We’re not bound by manmade tethers. It’s our very souls—”

“Tenzin!” she screamed. “Put me down this instant!”

He chuckled before pressing an innocent kiss to her cheek. “Yes, my soulmate.”

#lin beifong #chief beifong #linzin #tenzin #linbeifongsweek

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portgasddom · 4 months

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@rachelborg653 (Pinterest)

A/N: Hi Y’all! This is my first time posting on this platform. ☺️ I carried this over from Ao3. Before anyone corrects the timeline or wrongful events. I wrote this wayyyyy before the season came out and before I finished the manga. I was all in my feels. I hope you all enjoy it. 💛

~~ Kyojuro’s Dream ~~

‘Why am I here?’ While moving his hands, his right one gently tapped his sword. ‘Right, to report to my father about becoming a Hashira.’

His father was laying on his bed facing away from his son. The shoji to his fathers room was open so the fresh air filled the room. Shinjuro stayed reading a journal not acknowledging his son that sat near him. Kyojuro’s clammy hands rested on his legs and with his signature smile Kyojuro told his father everything.

“So what if you become a Hashira.. Worthless.. It means nothing… you'll still never amount to anything .. Neither you nor I.” His father’s words hurt him more than anything. Deciding to not push the subject, Kyojuro bowed and left his father’s room. The Rengoku estate was a beautiful place. A place that was once was filled with much laughter. A place where love was felt in every room. This house was an empty shell of what it once was.

“Brother..!” Senjuro, his little brother, opened the door to his room to meet him. “Did your news make.. father happy? I hope when... I become a hashira that father will acknowledge me as well.”

“Senjuro to be honest he was not happy.. He said that it meant nothing.. Even so, that will not extinguish my passion .. this flame in my heart burns strong.. I’ll never lose faith… “ Kyojuro kneeled in front of his brother and still with a bright smile on his face he gripped his brother’s smaller hands. “Listen Senjuro keep this firmly in mind… you have an older brother.. A brother who believes in you… whatever path you take you’re going to become a fine man.. Just keep that burning passion inside your heart… let's both do our best….. No matter how lonely it gets.”

Senjuro had tears streaming down his face as he took in his brother's words. Kyojuro’s heart broke at how broken his brother looked. The elder Rengoku held his arms open as Senjuro embraced him in a tight hug.

“I’ll make sure he turns into a fine man, Kyo.” And there you were. His flame.

Senjuro’s head quickly turned in Kyojuro’s embrace and his face lit up like the sun lit up the sky. “Nii-San!” Kyojuro felt the flames within his heart go ablaze as he saw his little brother run to the love of his life… his wife.

“Hello my little firecracker.” His wife embraced Senjuro as she combed her finger through his flamed color hair. Her beautiful eyes made her way to Kyojuro. “And Hello to you too my Love.”

Kyojuro stood from where he kneeled and made his way to the two. His red and yellow irises bore into her own red hues. It was as if her eyes were calling him to her. Senjuro moved his face from her belly to look at his brother with a big smile on his face. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was going to explode at the smiles his wife and brother had while looking at him. His purpose to keep fighting stood right in front of him.

“They’re being extra active today brother!” As if Kyojuro’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. He cupped his wife’s swollen abdomen and felt his children kick against his hand. Senjuro made room so his brother could feel his nieces or nephews move within his sister in law.

“My flames…My loves!” Kyojuro shouted enthusiastically. His wife and brother giggled from his cheerful personality. Underneath the blue sky within The Rengoku estate, Kyojuro held his brother, his wife, and his children. He was at his happiest.

Wails then filled the room. No longer was he outside in the yard of The Rengoku Estate but now he was within their room at the Butterfly Mansion. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was on fire as tears started pooling in his eyes. His wife, sweaty and tired, had the brightest smile on her face while holding his two children.. His two sons. Tanjuro and Sanjuro Rengoku. His little flames were a spitting image of him. The flames in his heart grew twice in size that day. He held both his sons in his arms and despite having a smile on his face his tears still fell. They were his home.

“Come home to us my love….”

Kyojuro was in excruciating pain. He was kneeled in the surrounding field from where the train derailed. His body was done. The hole within his stomach was not something he could fix on his own. No breathing technique would be able to help his predicament he was in. It was his time… he knew it. He just wasn’t ready for it. The flames within his soul were slowly burning out and he was okay with it. He protected the weak with the strength he was gifted with. Kyojuro kept his promise he made to his mother all those years ago. It hurt so much though. His wife, children, and Senjuro’s smiles played in his mind as he remembered the memories he shared with them.

Tanjiro , the boy he promised to train, was crying near him. He could empathize with the boy. He remembers the tears he shed for the lives that were lost in his lifetime.

“Come here lad. Let us speak one last time.” Kyojuro needed to speak his words before his time came to an end. Tanjiro made his way to the Hashira and kneeled before him.

“When I was dreaming of the past… There was something I remembered . My old residence… you should go pay it a visit.” Kyojuro stopped staring at the ground and focused on the young boy's eyes. “There are notes left by the previous flame Hashira there. I recall my father used to read them often but I’m afraid I don’t know their content myself.” The rays from the sun surrounded Kyojuro and the demon's hand that was embedded in his stomach was slowly dissinerating. He continued to speak despite blood now seeping from the now opened wound. “Within those notes you might find the dance you mentioned…. The Hinokami Kagura.”

Tanjiro let out more cries as he didn’t want Kyojuro to speak any more, just so he could save his energy… just so he could prevent the inevitable. His time was coming and he could feel it. The pain was becoming numb and he could no longer feel his arms.

“Very soon I’ll be dead. Before that happens I need you to hear me out. I have a younger brother named Senjuro.. Please tell him to follow his heart and walk down the path he feels is right.. And tell my father that I want him to look after himself.” Krojuro’s eyes filled with tears as he choked up the next words. “Tell my wife and children.. That I love them. My flames… always burned for them.”

The news of the Flame Harashi having a family tore a new hole in Tanjiro’s heart. The older Kamado envisioned scenarios where Kyojuro is playing with his children or training them. He envisioned Kyojuro embracing his wife one last time before leaving the house. Tears kept spilling out of his eye because he knew… He knew what it was like losing a father. Inosuke was shaking while holding his swords, refusing to speak a word that might ruin the moment.

“And lastly about your sister. Know that I believe in her. I accept her as part of our ranks. Your sister shed blood to protect the people inside that train from demons and anyone who does that , regardless of what is said to the contrary, is a rightful member of the Demon Slayer Core.” Tanjiro was shaking before Kyojuro. Talking was becoming a challenge but Kyojuro needed the young slayer to hear his words. “So hold your head high.. If you are feeling disheartened, that you are somehow not enough set your heart ablaze. Dry your eyes and look ahead.. You may feel like digging your heels in but the flow of time waits for no one. It won’t patiently stand by as you grieve.”

Kyojuro’s voice was becoming hoarse. His body felt heavy and he was quickly losing feeling in other parts. The time was near and it secretly scared him. “Don’t feel bad that I’m going to die. As a Hashira it is natural I protect you all. The young buds must be allowed to bloom. Any other Hashira would’ve done the same as I. Young Kamado, Young Boar, and boy of yellow you must continue to grow and eventually you will end your aid by becoming the next Hashira. I believe in every one of you.”

His words caused the younglings to cry more but they were words that needed to be said. He needed them to know that he was proud. Kyojuro’s vision started to get blurry trying to maintain eye contact with Young Kamado. As his vision worsened, looking over Tanjiro’s shoulder Kyojuro saw his mother. She was as beautiful as ever. Tears that were pooled in his eyes were now streaming down his face.

“Mother, did I do well?.... The responsibility I-I took upon myself to fulfill.. Was I successful?”

“ I am so proud of you, my son. “ His mother’s smile gave him the closure he needed and he couldn’t help but smile. He trusted Tanjiro and his friends to take care of his family, most importantly his children. He was okay. He was ready. Kyojuro closed his eyes and embraced his fate.

“I’ll watch over you, my flames…”

Cries from the young slayers could be heard from miles away. The pain each of them felt was evident in their screams. Miles away Kyojuro’s wife felt a painful sting in her chest while tears cascaded down her face. “ K-Kyo….”

It had been a few days since the incident with the Mugen Train. A few days since they lost their friend and teacher. Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenita were on their way to the Rengoku residence. Inosuke and Tanjiro refused to stop until they were face to face with the former Hashira’s family. They wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness.

“Do you think she will be mad?” Zenitsu could help but ask.

“I-I am not sure.”

Inosuke throughout the trip had been awfully quiet. Tanjiro and Zenitsu believe it was his way of grieving… so they just let him be. In truth they were all grieving in their own way. Zenitsu took on carrying Nezuko to find some comfort in the girl. Tanjro kept repeating the words Mr. Rengoku told him from their last conversation. He couldn’t help but carry the guilt of knowing there was a family without a father because he wasn’t strong enough.

Pink petals were soon blowing through the roadway leading up to The Rengoku Estate. It was an ethereal sight. Cherry blossom tree petals continued to litter the ground as the winds blew through them. Inosuke, who was leading the group, abruptly stopped in place. Tanjiro, who was a step behind him, slammed into his back.

“Inosuke what's wr--... “ It was then three sets of eyes landed on a short boy with blonde and red hair sweeping the grounds outside of the gate. It was like looking at Mr. Rengoku again. Tanjiro started tearing up. Every emotion hit him at once while looking at the younger brother of the former Hashima. Pain. Grief. Guilt. Failure.

No matter how they felt they needed to do this. It was one of Mr. Rengoku’s last wishes.

Sucking in a death breath to steady his aching heart. Tanjiro made the first steps towards Senjuro. The increasing footsteps are what caught the young boy's attention. His red and yellow irises eyed the trio as they stood before him. His face quickly fell as he noticed the Demon Slayer Uniform. Grief was completely consuming Tanjiro the more he looked at Senjuro. He tried to spit out the words he practiced saying whenever he saw the boy.. But the words were stuck in his throat as tears continued to fall. Senjuro understood his pain as tears started pooling in his own eyes.

“W-We came to fulfill Mr. Rengoku’s last request.” Tanjiro finally managed to spit out.

“I know what happened. Well... I was briefly told what had happened.” Senjuro choked on his words. “Are you guys okay?”

That question didn’t settle well with any of the boys as they all started crying. Senjuro tried his best to calm the situation but to no avail, the boys kept apologizing.

“Senji!!” A little voice put a halt to their tearful apologies. All eyes focused on a little boy running towards them, from further into the estate came another Kyojuro look alike. He looked no more than three to four years old. Like Sejuro and Kyojuro he had yellow, red hair and bug eyes to match.

“Yes, Tanjuro?” Instead of answering his uncle the little boy eyed the trio with a big smile on his face. The image itself pinched their hearts because it was just like looking at Kyojuro smiling even in his final moment.

“I like your mask.” Little sparkles came from Inosuke due to the complement.

“Where’s Sanjuro?”

“He’s with mom.” Tanjuro gasped and smiled big. “I remember now! Mom is calling for you, Senji.”

Senjuro sighed and looked at the trio. “You guys are welcome to come in. I’ll prepare tea for everyone.”

“Tea! Tea! Tasty! Tasty!” Tanjuro ran around Senjuro as he walked towards the estate.

Zenistu was still in tears as the trio followed Senjuro. “Mr. Rengoku was saying the same thing!!”

Before they could enter the estate, the group heard a boisterous voice. “This is Tasty!! Thank you Mother!” The little boy traveling with them laughed. “That’s Sanjuro! Come on! Come on!” Tanjuro pulled on Senjuro’s hand towards where his brother was at.

Tanjiro’s keen sense of smell picked up on the different scents that were in the area of the estate. The boy picked up the scents of the people within the building. Most importantly he could smell the love Kyojuro left behind.. It filled every crack of the structure. The scent engulfed Tanjiro as if it was welcoming him in. As if it was welcoming them further in the place Kyojuro called home. Senjuro led them to a room that was closest to the back yard. The wooden door was open so the cool breeze could flow through. In the middle of said room was a female with brown hair and burgundy eyes. Her face was full of pure adoration as her gaze was on the little boy who was the exact clone of his father. In this area Tanjiro noticed Kyojuro’s scent was the strongest, it consumed the room. Was Kyojuro leading him here? Was this where he wanted him to be?

The little boy eating turned his head towards the group when they made their presence known. Sanjuro, who was walking with Senjuro, ran towards his mother and brother. Kyojuro’s wife smiled at the group as she situated her sons.

“Hello. My name is (Y/N).” Her smile melted every resolve the group had. “These are my boys Tanjuro and Sanjuro. It’s hard to tell them apart at first… but the more you get to know them the easier it is.” She stood from the table and welcomed them in. “Come on in and eat. Your journey must’ve been long and stressful.”

Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu couldn't withhold the determination they built as they all bowed before the former Hashira’s wife.

“We’re sorry!.. W-We’re so very sorry.” Tanjiro could see his tears wet the soil below him. “I-If only I wasn’t injured… or if I could’ve got up faster.. I-I --” He stopped when he felt her warm palm comb through his hair.

“Don’t apologize my sweet boy. My husband died doing what he loved.” (Y/N)’s eyes glazed over despite having a smile on her face. “He had this belief that if you were born strong you had the duty to protect the weak. You four saved all those people on that train.”

Inosuke was trying to bury his head in the ground so no one could see the tears that were spewing from his eyes. Zenitsu laid face down crying his eyes out. Did they deserve this forgiveness? How was she able to smile through this?

“He told me to come here..” Tanjiro tried to clear the ball in his throat. “.. H-He told me to come here to tell you that he loves you and his children… and that his flames burned for you all.”

“That silly man. I will always have proof of his love right here.” (Y/N) looked at her twin boys who were smiling at the group. Tanjiro lifted his head and focused intently on Senjuro.

“Mr. Rengoku also told me to look for you. To tell you to follow your heart and to walk down the path you believe is right!” Senjuro’s eyes softened. His older brother was still looking out for him.. Like he promised he would. His red, yellow eyes moved towards the soft burgundy ones watching him. “I don’t want to follow in my big brother’s footsteps. I am not strong enough to even get a color change on my blade but I could do other things to help people!”

“All Kyojuro ever wanted was for you to be happy, my little flame… and to grow into a wonderful man.” Senjuro was reduced to tears at her words.

“That’s okay uncle!” Tanjuro stood from where he sat at the table, Sanjuro following suit. The identical twins had their arms crossed with the biggest smiles on their faces. “Well be the next flame Hashiras!”

Tanjiro's eyes widened as he swore he saw Kyojuro standing behind his boys with his identical smile. He could already feel the strength they were gifted with. Tanjiro knew they were going to be strong Demon Slayers. Both bug eyes landed on Tanjiro and the group. “Train Us! So we could be strong like you all.”

Inosuke quickly stood up and blew heavily through the boar snout. “We start training now!!” He grabbed the twins by their small yukata and carried them to an open area in the backyard. Zenitsu gently put down Nezuko as he ran after Inosuke and the children. “Don’t carry them like that!! Don’t drop them!! INOSUKE!!”

(Y/N) smiled at the change of demeanor. She didn’t want to be sad. Not when she had the wonderful opportunity to spend her time with her soulmate and have two beautiful children. He died doing what he loved. He was with his mother now. She watched the boar boy and the boy in yellow chase after her children and her heart felt at peace. She was going to be okay. They all were.

“I’ll go make us some tea. Please eat up and rest while you’re here.” (Y/N) told both Senjuro and Tanjiro before getting up and walking out of the room.

“My brother talked about you a lot. The boy who was traveling with a demon.” Tanjiro bristled. “Always mentioned how the new generation of demon slayers were coming. My brother was very proud of you.” Senjuro points to one of the twins chasing Zenistu. “He named one of his children in honor of you, Tanjuro Rengoku. You could guess where he got Sanjuro from.”

Tanjiro’s heart felt like it was going to explode. This trip was to fulfill the former Hashira’s last wishes but now he wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to leave. Not when Kyojuro led him to his family that he kept hidden. How was Tanjiro supposed to leave and not return to them?

“My brother’s crow came home right after the incident. He told (Y/N) that Big Brother mentioned The Hinokami Kagura within father’s notes.” Senjuro panicked a little bit. “My father destroyed his notes. He hasn’t been taking any of this well. (Y/N) has been managing him… B-But I’ll try to fix them for you.”

“Thank you very much, Senjuro.” Tanjiro said with the brightest smile he could muster. Both boys focused their attention on the twins now running away from Inosuke and Zenistu. Their laughter filled the air and Tanjiro felt at peace in this moment.

“I’ll take care of them for you Mr. Rengoku.”

“Thank You~”

Since that eventful day Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu kept their word. Any free time they could spare they would always end up at the Rengoku Estate. Whether it was to read with Senjuro, train with the twins, or simply just to help Mrs. Rengoku around the house. Tanjuro, Sanjuro, Senjuro, and (Y/N) always welcomed the boys and Nezuko with open arms. They had family meals together and always included them in anything they had going on. The boys and Nezuko made their small family bigger… they felt at home.

Tanjiro continued to smile as Tanjuro, Sanjuro, and Senjuro grew older. It was like seeing Kyojuro Rengoku all over again. Same looks, same smile, but different personalities. Senjuro liked to read and hear the stories Tanjiro told about Inosuke and Zenitsu. He made sure to always have stories to tell the younger Rengoku brother. Tanjuro was every inch of his father. From his boisterous charisma to his calculated actions. Senjuro was the same as his brother. Tanjiro loved that the signature Rengoku smile never once left their faces. Their swordsmanship was amazing for their age. Tanjiro knew they prided themselves on their father’s belief and he continued to support that belief.

“I got them for you Mr. Rengoku.”

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“Thank You my Young Kamado ~”

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fishcop · 5 months

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may i request your full, unfiltered thoughts on william wisp?

oh absolutely absolutely you can

this question has fully opened up flood gates in my head you don’t even know ‼️

OK SO WILLIAM WISP HES GREAT HES MY FAVORITE JRWI CHARACTER

he isn’t the archetype of the one smart character because he’s wayyyyy too cringefail for that

spoilers of course of course

I love love love his parallels with Dakota (Dakota who’s so morally set in the right and rigid direction vs William who sways on the line so much that it feels like the tightrope metaphor wasn’t just for losing control of his powers, it’s also about how with just a few actions his morals can sway very quickly as well and even tumble off the deep end.)

his parallels with vyncent too and how he’s running away from his past while vyncent a trying his best go get back to it! the scene with Kamuri broke me dude you don’t even knowwwww

it hit way to close to home with the ‘feeling like you’re inherently worse than everyone else, and letting that stop you from feeling like you can do anything.’ THE WAY HE LOST AND GOT HIS POWERS ABCK IS SO. FUCKING COOL TO ME

ITS ALL DESERVED AND FOUGHT AND CLAWED FOR!! HES the one who in the end, has to make the choice to keep going even despite his chances being handed to him on a platter earlier on. All his revives were given to him for free which he took for granted and it’s sooo clear in the finale when he finally notices that. ghostknife is so funny to me yes little guy go go pine for a whole campaign‼️

I wholeheartedly support Williams rights and very, very long list of intriguing wrongs

if there were like a moral scale or something he’d be so grounded compared to the other two but like so grounded that his moral scale goes into the negatives and that’s so cool because I love characters with flaws that are their fault, that they have made real horrible mistakes. I love characters that stray the line of ‘I couldn’t have done anything different’ while knowing full well that they could’ve but can just simmer in regret. I love characters with problems that you can’t say ‘it’s not your fault’ but they still deserve a chance anyways

I love how he gets confident when he’s in control, and he deals with fear by being in control of it, and as long as he’s master of the horrors the horrors aren’t so bad. Cause like in season one, it’s scary that mal has Kamuri in a bottle and what he could do with it… but if William knew, if he had control, then it wouldn’t be so terrifying. The bell tech ordeal was so stressful but he’s only calm when he is the one pulling the strings. I think this has something to do with how little he was in deadwood pre death- so many ghosts! So if he tries to rationalize it becomes less scary. Especially with the prime force and heroes, they keep him and pd in the dark and he’s terrified of not knowing what’s going on because look at what happened to Ashe! Where were the heroes! In his mind it’s flawed but it would be less flawed if he had more controllll

THIS ALSO GOES FOR THE WISPS! THEYRE unpredictable they’re finicky they’re tricksters (heh) and he’s scared of his own powersss. Allow me to be poetic and metaphorical for a sec because they’re very literally like fire (the wisps,) unruly and unpredictable but William is so fixated on how they could burn him that the warmth, the light, all the good elements of a flame are lost in fear. FEAR OF DEATH, FEAR OF NOT COMING BACK, FEAR OF LOSING AND LOSING FINITELYYY

AND NOW HES IN A PLACE WHERE HE KNOWS HES STRONG ENOUGH TO EXPLORE THE WORLD AND HIS POWERS AFTER BEING TRAPPED IN HIS HEAD FOR SO LONG

YEP THATS MY THOUGHTS. SUPER DUPER UNFILTERED AND CONFUSING AND DISCONNECTED BUT WHAT CAN I SAY I SPIN JRWI CHARACTERS AROUND IN MY HEAD LIKE A MICROWAVE

thanks for the ask :D

#jrwi pd #william wisp

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seriowan · 2 years

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Hey! Congrats on 300!!!! Well earned!!!

How about Fives with 5, 17, & 30 🥰

(all i have to say is that i had wayyyyy too much fun with this one. for reference, unholy by sam smith was on repeat the entire time that i was writing this. enjoy! + thank u for ur patience!! ♡ )

masterlist ♡

FIVES x F!READER 5. gagging w/panties 17. overstimulation 30. ❝ make me ❞ w/c: 3.9k 18+

A lot can happen in an hour if you’re spontaneous enough.

For instance, an hour ago, you were in your matching pajama set with a gooey gel facemask on and tooka cat socks, preparing for a night of self-care with Corellian tunes playing through the radio and a steamy novel downloaded to your datapad. An hour ago, you poured yourself a glass of wine, and just as you were about to sit down in your comfy bed, your roommate Nini burst through your bedroom door with that grin - the one that generally meant nothing good.

An hour later, you were in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt that wasn’t even yours, sporting a GAR beanie to keep your ears warm and knee-high socks that were painfully too big. Each of them belonged to the clones that sat with you on the floor of an empty transport shuttle. Since curfew had long since passed, there were only a handful of soldiers that snuck to the shuttle with Senator Amidala painted on its side. Only the few who would risk it.

But that was a rather dark rabbit hole that you willfully chose to avoid.

Instead, you preferred to focus on the flickering lantern placed at the center of the circle. It was an unspoken rule that the volume within the shuttle would remain quiet enough to hear the faint hum coming from the flickering light, but the occasional laugh and snort would slip, quickly silenced with a chorus of hushes. Nini and Jesse sat beside one another, sharing a partially empty bottle of neon blue liquid. To Jesse’s right sat Kix, scrolling through the datapad that he occasionally showed to two new faces that you’d just met - Waxer and Boil, members of the 212th.

Next to them sat Echo and the girl that had him blushing for a decent duration of the night. You didn’t catch her name but she seemed sweet. Sweet enough to acknowledge you with a smile and invite you to sit by her side. Sweet enough to kiss Echo on the cheek when they made eye contact and he began to stutter over his words.

To your right was Echo’s batchmate and twin, Fives - the one person in the circle who took unending pleasure in making your life utterly complicated.

Sure, you met up with him dozens of times already, but each time ended up with him teasing you on your hair or your clothes or even the way you would give someone a certain look when they annoyed you. How he noticed everything, you weren’t even sure, but you couldn’t care. Fives was annoying in the purest sense. The dictionary definition of a tease, from the cheeky grin on his face to the wiggle of his brows whenever you were irritated.

Tonight, he sat by your side with his shoulder pressed against yours, chatting with Hardcase about an upcoming mission to a planet that you already forgot the name of. It was his shirt that you were wearing; Hardcase’s beanie on your head; Kix’s socks on your feet to ‘regulate your body temperature’, as he so eloquently put it.

You ignored the fact that Fives huffed through his nose once you slipped the beanie and socks on. You also chose to ignore the sudden twist in your stomach when Fives first sat by you, nudging your side with a stupidly attractive smile on his lips.

Can’t let you get too comfortable, he had said. You narrowed your eyes, making him laugh, and that was it. With a turn of his head, he faced Hardcase and for the next few minutes, spoke with him as if you didn’t exist.

You were left alone to stare at the humming lantern, contemplating when it was time to go home.

As if noticing the energy in the room was beginning to dwindle, Nini’s lightbulb flickered on once more.

She caught everyone’s attention by sliding the lantern to the side, a cheshire grin on her lips as she replaced it with the empty bottle. “Alright wenches, time to get risky.”

“Half of us here are related,” Kix immediately interjected with a frown. “There will be no getting risky over here.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that,” she said with a grimace. “I mean it’s time to up the stakes and play some games. How about truth or dare? Whoever gets the top is the executioner and the bottom is the victim.”

Fives’ attention was caught instantly. It was like a hook suddenly snagged him by the cheek, turning his head fast enough to give you whiplash. “I’m in, but only if I get to go first.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course.

They all agreed with nods and hums of approval, kickstarting the game of truth or dare that would result with Jesse stripped down to his gray briefs (much to Nini’s delight), Kix having to reshave his hair off, Waxer and Nini changing outfits, Echo’s make-out session with his date, and Boil’s naked sprint across the tarmac. It took every ounce of strength to keep yourself from snorting over the slap slap slap of his bare feet against the concrete.

Near the end of the hour, it was Nini’s turn to spin the glass bottle. She gave you a narrow-eyed smile, pointing a finger at the imaginary bullseye she pinned to your forehead.

“This one’s for you babydoll," she promised.

“Yeah right,” you snorted, rolling your eyes. Fate had kept you safe this far, what was one more-

“Fuck yes!”

You spoke too soon. To your horror, the bottle’s end was facing you while the open tip faced the one and only Nini. Groaning already put you in hot water but the look on Nini’s face, the one that only turned into an evil smile as she glanced at Fives, was definitely not assuring.

“Alright sweet stuff,” she grinned innocently. “I dare you and Fives to have seven minutes of heaven in the transport next to us.”

Heat flooded your face in an instant. You clenched your jaw, fearful that anything you’d say would only make her dare worse. If you complained, you knew Nini would add something mortifying. If you were quick to agree, Fives would never let you live it down. If you denied it and asked for another dare, you’d embarrass yourself.

After a moment of hesitation, you lazily nodded. “Alright, but what’s to say that I won’t knock him out and leave him unconscious for the full seven minutes?”

Echo snickered. “I’m sure he’d love that either way.”

Fives glared while Nini joined in on the laughter. “Okay, since you’re so certain about providing proof, both of you have to come back with hickies or else Fives has to give you a lapdance.”

You didn’t hesitate to bounce to your feet, dragging Fives up by his hand. “No thanks. I’ll do the seven minutes. And you better have a goddamn timer.”

Kix raised his datapad with a sly smile. You sighed and muttered a few curses under your breath, squeezing Fives’ two fingers before dragging him to the shuttle’s doors. Jesse turned the lantern off, shushing Hardcase’s uncontrollable laughter. The look of irritation on your face must’ve been the comedic highlight of the night.

The door slid open, metal scraping against metal. It echoed, loud and daunting through the empty hangar.

Everyone froze, holding their breaths as the echo dissolved. Once it became silent enough to hear a pin drop, you let go of Fives’ hand and tip-toed to the neighboring shuttle. Fives slid the door open, gesturing for you to jump inside with an overly-excited nod before joining himself. It was closed in tandem with the other ship, minimizing the amount of noise in the hangar while beginning the seven minute timer.

It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. Without the collective body heat to warm up the ship’s interior, you trembled like a leaf. Even shirtless, Fives didn’t seem bothered. You rubbed your hands up and down your arms, forcing heat through friction, while Fives placed his hands against his chiseled hips, peeking through the window to glance at the lantern-lit ship next door.

He aimed a middle finger outside and you smiled, rolling your eyes.

“We’re wasting time.” You tried your best to sound annoyed, but the heavy thrum-thrum-thrum of your heart whispered liar over and over.

Fives gave you a loose smile. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

“To get out here? Sure.”

Sometimes you’d forget how much space Fives could take up in a room. Sometimes he’d be that annoying boy with that annoying smile, tugging on the ends of your hair or muttering something under his breath just to get a rise out of you.

It was moments like this that reminded you just who Fives really was. Standing in front of you, looking down at you like you were a butterfly caught in his perfectly spun web. His lips curled in a grin, showing pearly teeth and a mischievous glint in his eye. He sucked the air out of the room just as easily as he breathed adrenaline into you, riling you up with irritation, anticipation, and that nagging little fire that dropped lower and lower with every close breath.

You ground your teeth, jaw clenched tight as you tilted your head to look him in the eye.

He smirked.

“You first.”

Your brows furrowed. “Nini never said anything about me making the moves here, sweetheart.”

“Aw,” he curled his lip in a faux pout. “That’s no fun. What happened to playing fair?”

Playing fair. When did Fives ever play fair? He didn’t play fair when you were on a com call with your boss, moaning in the background like he was getting the best blowjob of his life. He didn’t play fair when you caught his flirty smile during a senatorial banquet, all while he was flirting with one of your coworkers. He was a player, a dirty trickster, and he never once gave you the impression that he played fair.

But neither did you.

Your scowl slowly softened into a smile.

“Alright,” you shrugged. “I’ll go first.”

You took a step towards the shuttle’s window, exhaled until the glass fogged, and slapped your hand against it.

“Oh, Fives,” you moaned loudly, causing his eyes to widen and his mouth to pop open. “Oh gods, right there, right there! God, that’s so good-!”

Your moans were cut off when Fives clamped his hand over your mouth, roughly pulling your back to his chest. His lips hovered over your ear as he hissed, “What the kriff are you doing? Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

You huffed a breath through your nose. The second he let go, you let loose a loud moan, mewling his name as if he was giving you a mindblowing orgasm.

Fives’ hand slapped over your lips once more. Before you could lick or bite your way out, he spun you around and pressed your back against the cold metal wall, dipping his head to meet your gaze.

“Stop it. You’ll get us caught!”

“Not me,” you sneered. “Just you. Think of this as payback for all the shit you put me through.”

Fives opened and closed his mouth like a fish, struggling to come up with an excuse. The brief silence gave you time to suck in a breath, smiling as you prepared to start moaning - only to be silenced when Fives gripped your jaw between his thumb and fingers. He roughly arched your face to his and for the first time that night, you noticed just how close his lips were to your own.

“Stop it,” he growled with frustration, “Gods you know just how to drive me insane so just shut up.”

Everything was spiraling out of control. Your heartbeat had crawled into your temples. His fingers digging into your cheeks felt gentler, like a soft cradle instead of a tight grip. His thumb dropped down to your chin, inching to your bottom lip for the softest caress. His eyes, fiery yet conflicted, dropped to your mouth before darting up to your eyes. The words were forming on your lips before you could even think about the consequences, before you could even consider where things would go…

“Make me.”

Electricity hummed in the air. It was static, tingling down your legs as realization slowly settled on Fives’ face. His anger disappeared and he smiled, huffed a laugh through his nose, and lowered his head to skim your lips together.

“Yeah? You want me to make you quiet? You don't know what you're asking for, baby girl.”

“I gave you an order, soldier,” you murmured, your breath hot against his lips. “And you’ve got less than five minutes to follow it.”

Fives exhaled a breath, amusement burning in his eyes alongside something else. Something satisfied.

Never in your life did you think you would enjoy having a full-grown man submit to your demands, but Fives’ quick obedience ignited a dark flame. It sizzled and burned, crackling and flaming even louder as he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands sliding down your waist and hips like he was appreciating art. Hooking your thumbs in your waistband, you were stopped when Fives looked up through his long lashes, plump limps seemingly softer than pillows as he smiled suggestively. What a devil.

“Let me.”

Soft. Malleable. Your limbs were dough, melting into his touch as he simultaneously dragged your pants and panties down your legs. You raised each foot, watching him slide your clothes off to the side before plucking your panties and holding them up.

“Bite on it. Unless you want the entire base to hear you scream my name when I make you come on my tongue.”

You wet your lips. This was the side of him that he teased. The side of him that would peek through with every wink or long stare. Like a drug, a simple taste on the tip of your tongue was enough to leave you addicted.

Nodding, you leaned over, dazed and doe-eyed as Fives used two fingers to push the cloth into your open mouth. He gathered spit from your bottom lip, smiling with satisfaction when you moaned.

“That’s my good girl.”

Were you praying? Begging? Pleading for him to finally take action before the timer could run out? You weren’t sure anymore. The words that crossed your mind had dwindled down to nothing more than pathetic pleads of more, more, more. More adrenaline. More need. More desire.

More of that stupid smirk on his lips as he grabbed your thigh, draping a leg over his shoulder. You reached up, grabbing onto the shuttle’s hanging handle with one hand while the other weaved through his hair, gripping tight. Your entrance was poised right at his mouth but he fought against the desire in his eyes to blow a hot breath of air against your swollen folds.

The fabric in your mouth did its job to muffle your moans.

“Naughty little brat,” he murmured more to himself than to you. “All these months and this is what it takes to taste you. A fucking dare and a seven-minute timer.”

“Four,” you said, voice muffled. “Four minutes.”

He peered up at you through the curtain of his lashes, smirking at your quip. There was even the slightest glint of pride.

Impatience drove you to buck your hips and he chuckled, purring, “Needy, needy girl.”

You let out a throaty noise when he blew another teasing breath, only to gasp loudly as he sunk his tongue in your cunt. Thighs clenching instinctively, you rocked your head back and tightened your hold in his hair. Large hands palmed your ass, tightening and kneading hard enough to leave fingertip-shaped bruises.

He lathered your clit in saliva, flicking and stroking with a desperate satisfaction. Your legs quivered when he teased his tongue in a pattern, lovingly decorating your flesh until you were struggling to stand, breathing only through heavy gasps.

The timer was ticking. Any second now, you’d hear a knock. Maybe a flash of light. Would a peek through the foggy window show giddy smiles and sly winks? A flashlight from a commanding officer? There was always the possibility of being caught. Against your instinct to feel panicked, you felt even hotter, as if the thought of being seen only made you wetter against his impatient tongue.

Fives met your eyes when you glanced down your belly. He fit between your legs like the missing piece to your puzzle, eyes blown wide in bliss. The softest moans slipped between each impatient lick, flick, suck and swivel, cheeks flushing red when he saw the tears of pleasure in your eyes. The bridge of his nose bumped your clit, breathy exhales grazing your sensitive cunt as you clenched around nothing. As if the absence called his name, he teased your entrance with two fingers, giving them a long suck before pushing them inside ever so gently.

You were squirming now, moaning around the saliva ridden cloth. Watching Fives with his hungry eyes, tongue circling your throbbing nub while he fingered you with shallow thrusts, was almost too much. And Fives didn’t even care. He even picked up the pace, fucking you with his tongue while the pad of his thumb swiveled against your clit. Like he knew that you were ready to come undone and he wanted it all.

When you screwed your eyes shut and rocked your head back, preparing yourself for the shattering blow of an orgasm, he tauntingly pulled his mouth away. A thread of spit followed his bottom lip, hazy eyes drunkenly dragging up your body.

“Open your eye and look at me when you come, princess.”

You dropped your chin to your chest with a shaky breath. Needy desperation finally took its hold as you began to plead, begging for him to just continue, to feed you with more of this addictive pleasure. It was like you were possessed by a succubus, aching for one thing and one thing only.

Fives.

Satisfaction burned in his eyes. Fives rewarded you with his fingers, shallow thrusts now quick and consuming, desperate and fast. Obscene noises drowned out your muted cries. The ticklish drip of saliva traveled down your thigh, streaking his glistening chin and nose.

You relished every bit of attention with muffled cries of ecstasy, and it wasn’t long before you violently quivered, thigh clenching over his shoulder as you came all over his mouth. It hit you hard enough to send your head reeling back, eyes screwed tight enough to spread stars across that comforting darkness.

Sensitive tingles surged down your legs, curling your toes and tightening the muscles in your calves. It ached, it hurt, and it only grew stronger as Fives continued lapping his tongue through your folds, sloppily licking you clean. Each graze against your sensitive clit had you squirming in his greedy grasp, tears streaming out of the corners of your eyes.

Fives only stopped when the tremor in your legs subsided. When you weren’t even wailing, reduced to a silent puddle of overstimulated whimpers. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt with a squelch and lowered your quivering leg to the ground. Your hand left his hair to grip the bar above your head, maintaining yourself upright as Fives stood.

Plucking the panties from your mouth, he replaced it with a slick finger. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked it clean, foggy eyes of pleasure fluttering shut. He pulled his hand from your mouth and raised it to his own lips, dragging his tongue over the second glistening finger. A satisfied hum rumbled from his chest. “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would.”

There was nothing else to do but giggle breathlessly. You couldn’t mutter a clear word, much less walk with your useless legs. Every step made them tremble like jello. Fives’ four-minute orgasm had truly sent you to paradise and back, leaving you dry-mouthed and tired enough to fall into a coma.

As if on cue, a tap-tap-tap echoed from the shuttle’s window. You lowered your hands, reaching for the clothes that Fives plucked off the ground and extended your way. He leaned against the glass while you quickly slipped the clothes back on. After taming the crinkles in your shirt, you met Fives cheeky grin and flushed red.

Grabbing his hand, you perched on the tips of your toes and kissed his cheek.

He returned the sentiment with a kiss to the forehead, looping his arm around your waist before sliding the door open.

Nini stood between the two ships with a knowing grin already plastered on her face. A single look between you and Fives had her silently squealing, clapping her hands together in victory.

“I called it!” She whisper-shouted, turning over her shoulder to look back into the crowded ship. “I fucking called it!”

Fives' beaming smile was enough of a confirmation, sending them all into quiet groans. You vaguely noticed Jesse handing a small pouch of credits into the expectant hand of a smugly smiling Echo. Nini gave you a proud wink, making you flush all over again. Kix shook his head while Waxer and Boil flashed two thumbs of approval.

Fives’ grip only tightened around your waist as you returned to the lantern-lit shuttle. You returned to your places in the circle but found yourself leaning into Fives’ side, unable to cool the red flush from your heated cheeks.

“Remind me to call a mandatory sanitation of shuttle 224 tomorrow,” Kix muttered to the snickering boys near him.

You opened your mouth to speak when Nini suddenly beat you to it.

“One little thing before we get back to our game,” she drawled. “Where are your hickies?”

You felt your heart drop to your ass. Eyes wide, you snapped your head towards Fives, only to be greeted with a wide grin.

“Yeah, babe. Where are our hickies?”

You sputtered, unable to come up with an excuse in time before Fives was already standing. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and looked back at Nini.

“No hickies meant a lap dance, right?”

Nini nodded wickedly, grinning wider at the daggers that bled from your eyes. You dirty, scheming, plotting gargoyle.

Fives pointed a finger at you, sliding his hand down his body with an exaggerated swivel of his hips.

“Prepare for the best lap dance you’ll ever get in your life, baby.”

Knowing there was no getting out of this, you sat back on your palms and smiled. His brothers began to laugh, sneering and heckling Fives’ awkward moves and outsized dances. Nini began to whisper-shout cheers and encouraging quips, gesturing with her hands like she was throwing money. Echo palmed his face and shook his head, profusely apologizing to his date about his brother’s lack of normalcy.

Through it all, Fives was the only one who had your attention. Sure, he was embarrassing himself to no end, but you had already come to the conclusion that this was Fives: annoying, infuriating, undeniably weird sometimes, but also yours.

He was silly, gorgeous, and even cuter when he grinned like he was on a sugar high. This was Fives and he was, without a droplet of doubt, now wrapped around your pretty little finger.

So without shame, you sat back and enjoyed the show.

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