#i wanna talk about this and that sloppy scene

[pascals-doll]

AGORA HILLS

ellie williams x reader

『••✎••』 after your date turns into a night of hell, love is there to show you how sweet life is about to get. | 7.9K

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ೀ SERIES MASTERLIST | CH.3

ೀ i wanna say a biggg thank you to bookie @openupforme for encouraging me to whip up the scene where ellie tries readers ethnic food and also being the sweetest 🥹 love u bb!

ೀ description: MODERN AU! VIOLENCE! ANGST! DESCRIPTIVE MENTION OF BLOOD L/FIGHTING! MAJOR FLUFF !!! FLUFF, MILD ANGST, latina!reader, mentions of smoking weed and drinking, mentions of Joel throughout, ellie learning spanish!!! (i lowk had too much fun this), kissing/makeouts, ellie and jesse indulge in reader and Dina’s ethnic food, mention of y/n (___).

CHAPTER FOUR

❝ i wonder how he would feel if he knew his girl was a dyke ❞

❝ what the fuck did you say? ❞

Ellie’s voice rang through your shut-out ears inaudiblely.

it felt like the entire world just stopped moving, your hearing becoming obstructed by ringing, muffling any sound or voice as your mind completely shut down.

you felt your entire system almost reset with pure rage, absolutely loosing it.

your mind might’ve shut down but your body senses didn’t fail you as the only thing that continue to ring through your mind was each word that left that man’s mouth.

your brain pounding with the words.

❝ i wonder— ❞

❝ how he would feel if he knew—❞

❝ if he knew his girl was—❞

for you, it was all unraveling in slow motion as your minds clouded your conclusion thinking.

for Ellie, she was ready to punch the man, speaking up “what the fuck did you just say?” but within the blink of her own eyes, you had already charged at the man.

your vision was vermillion, blinded by rage.

your body was auto-response, having a mind of its own. your manicured nails dug into the skin of his flesh as your hands clawed onto him after charging at him.

your first punch was sloppy and impactful, the adrenaline was enough to numb the painful sensation that would bring you hell later, your manicure scratching his face.

your knee dug into his rib-cage as you were onto of him, each one of your hands landing their very own ablaze blows to his head and face. you didn’t care to check if you had broken a nail or for anything in that matter.

your only focus was him like your own mental target as he was clearer than day, now under you while his hands struggle to force away your own. your anger gave you enough adrenaline to strengthen yourself; overpowering his attempts of trying to roll you under him.

you had finally recognized the motherfucker.

it was your ex’s ex-coworker from his old job, he had met you a couple times when you and your ex-boyfriend would hang out with his old group of work friends.

if it wasn’t for his stupid name-tag, you wouldn’t of even remembered that the prick’s name was Cameron.

yeah, that name definitely rang a bell.

the only reaction to your own proper thought was your impact against his face plaguing him more than before, your furry only festering more.

all you could think about was your ex.

he cheats on you and then he goes around telling his friends, what? come after you for leaving his ass? like they had the goddamn right?

your mind was in a tormental frenzy, one frantic thought being replaced with another, now all you could hear was his words again.

❝ how he would feel if he knew—❞

❝ he—he—he—he ❞

each mental repeat was violent scratching hit to his face.

Ellie just stood there, awe-struck because of how quick everything emersed into a violent situation. she was ready to charge at the man, but she wanted to talk her shit first.

she was a shit talker as much as she was a fighter.

but you? there was no words, just raging punches.

you were sure your fists were red, cut up, and sore; possibly even fractured but you couldn’t see with the hair in your hair and your body thrashed against his hands that tried to grab a hold of you aggressively.

you could hear mumurs and gasps from people, heavy footsteps of the restaurant staff buzzing around you as his hands punctured a squeeze into your arms your hand managed to pick his head and throw against the restaurant floor.

your throat gutted out a shriek of anger, suddenly being pulled off by random hands off the now, bloody bruised man.

the second ellie heard you scream, she was pulled out of her struck-stuck trance, immediately running to the staff member that was able to pull you off of Cameron.

“don’t you fucking touch her!”

ellie yell echoes through the restaurant, another staff member running up infront of ellie “If you get involved, we will be pressing charges!” the random restaurant staff member warns ellie.

she shrugs off the staff members hands off of her before running over to you as you were yelling for the random staff member to let go of you, trying to wriggle yourself out of their embrace.

“you need both need to leave this establishment now!” another staff member yelled at the both of you as Ellie reaches out to grab you, the staff member letting go of the tight hold they had on you to release you towards Ellie.

you’re body was shaking with violent thrill, laughing almost manically. “you need to check the people you fuckin’ let work here!” you spat back loudly, you look around at the crowd of other restaurants guests began to form around the entry room.

“FOR EVERYONE’S INFORMATION, I JUST BEAT CAMERON’S ASS WHOM YOU MAY NOT KNOW BUT IS THE TRASHY WAITER THAT YOU DON’T CARE TO TIP CAUSE HE LOOKS AND IS BUILT LIKE AN ASSHOLE”

you didn’t care that you looked crazy making the announcement as you squirmed in Ellie’s hold, flanting your blood-covered arms around with each yell and your dress also slightly being covered in someone’s blood; not caring if it was yours or his.

“____, your arm!” Ellie said, immediately reaching out to hold it.

you adverted your gaze from the crowd, who know looked at the man who had now stood up from the floor; surrounded by the staff as the crowd whispered to each other.

he broke through the flesh of your arm when he squeezed you, slightly dry, yet oozy blood beading down your arm.

“leave now before we call the police!” the staff warn once more.

you heard ellie softly reassure in your ear. you leaned into her as her back against the front door.

but you had one thing to say before you left.

“go ahead and tell him, then tell him i said, ‘i fuckin’ dare him to show up to my work again. he will end up alot worse than you’—” you began as your eyes burned into his fucked-up face.

you didn’t care if anyone was looking nor caring for anyone else; making sure he picked up on every single word you said.

“tell him—its not a threat, its a promise fuckin’ marícon!”

just like that, Ellie’s back pushed against the front door.

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what a great way to end the fucking night.

you both walked across the bumpy asphalt pavement of the parking lot. the cold breeze finally stinging your wounds, you couldnt help but let out a loud wince.

youre entire body felt on fire, mental completely overwhelmed by all types of emotions.

you were shaking with leftover furry, you wanted to cry your eyes out, you felt embarrassed, and most of all, you were scared.

you weren’t scared of what just happened or what your ex wanted from you. you were scared of how ellie might see you; you were scared of the questions she might ask.

your body was worn out, your legs wobbly as they ached from all the thrashing around. you guys walked closer to her car but eventually your legs gave out.

you slipped onto the floor, tripping over nothing but the own pain inflamed in your ankles and knees.

that was all it took for you to breakdown.

“hey hey, we’re almost there—talk to me.” ellie catches you almost immediately.

she laid you softly onto the dirty rocky pavement alongside you, resting half of you ontop of her. she couldn’t of cared less about the dirty floor, frankly caring to have you lay on her instead of the dirty public pavement.

she lulled you and hummed against your ear as you sobbed uncontrollably in her arms, no thoughts just tears. “c’mon baby, we’re almost there and everything will be okay” her whispers sounded like angels talking as she covered your shaking body with her arms.

you gasped out through choked sobs “i—can’t—go home like this!” you cried out, you can’t imagine what you would have to tell your parents; with them having to see you bloody with bruises.

Ellie mustered up her strength to pick you up from ontop of her, her hands strongly holding you up by your waist; hauling your body softly “s’okay, its all okay—i can talk to Joel—shit! lets cross everything off tonight!” she jokes light-heartedly, trying to ease up the overwhelmed tension inside you.

it works, of course it works.

she knew how to make you laugh, you couldn’t breathe almost from how much you laughed earlier during dinner. you couldn’t help but let a teary smile tug your flushed face as you looked into Ellie’s eyes, giving her small meek chuckle.

her heart shattered just seeing you cry, she takes one of the hand that was around your waist tightly; once you reached the doors of her car, she took your face and wiped the tears that dripped down your cheeks.

Ellie felt a hulking weight on her shoulders seeing you breakdown the way you did, she could care less about the ravenous rage she just seen you go through. she cared more about the fragile woman she had in her arms.

this was completely different, this moment exposed your vulnerability; not only yours, but Ellie’s aswell, to each other.

this whole situation completely contrasted the side you showed to everyone, the side Ellie was used too. the woman who walks into any room with her head held high, challenging, and ready to take on anything with your fierce self.

“I really really dont want to meet your dad covered in blood and bleeding” your tone was no longer shaky or croaked, still keeping its sensitive tone as you spoke back light-heartedly.

ellie knew you were serious through your playful tone. she gave you a soft smile as she opened the car door for you, even helping your aching body get in carefully.

once you were both in the car and settled, you calmed down more; even quicker than you thought with the help of Ellie’s embrace and reassurance.

“can you take me to Dina’s—you can come, but i understand if after tonight—” once you began to speak, you were cut off by ellie immediately.

“no, i don’t care to hear what leaves your mouth—it ain’t true, pretty. wherever you go, im going.” ellie poured out, looking into both of your eyes like she was searching in them.

“if that’s okay with you” she finishes, her eyes glistened softly as her eyes loved on you.

you could almost start crying again. well, you did.

“put dina on the phone—let’s call it night, alright?” she wiped each singular tear that dropped from each of your eyes, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.

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Ellie helped you up the apartment hallway stairs, helped you all the way towards the elevator till you were at Dina’s front door; even holding you up as you jingled the keys into the lock.

this was a definitely story-time.

you unlock the door, hand turning the knob as you let yourselves in; almost immediately you hear your name being called out by Dina through her apartment.

you were greeted by your bestfriend who ran up to you, engulfing you. you rocked back slightly, catching yourself on your feet at the impact of her hug.

“are you okay? what the fuck happened?” Dina’s rushes out, anxiety evident in her voice.

“Jesse?” you heard Ellie call out as your eyes examined the room, falling onto the man who was sat on the couch.

“i was here when Dina got the call…you good?”

it was endearing watching them, the way he picked up on how ellie didn’t even want to speak, just leaning into his side for a hug.

you let out a sigh, your arms grew weak as they loosen trying to embrace her. Dina held your body as she motioned for you to step out of your shoes.

your legs wobbled out with each little movement.

“hey jesse—sorry i look like a crime scene.” you joke out which he just gave a slight smile too “you look bad-ass.” he chuckles causing you to giggle, finally stepping your bare-feet onto dina’s wooden floor.

“you gonna be okay, ___?” jesse was concerned just as much through his wittiness. you give him a confident smile and nod, not wanting to let up your vulnerability again.

“im gonna get her cleaned up, ellie would you like a change of clothes?” Dina lets them know, wrapping her arm around you to hold you up, leaning herself into your semi-limp body to help you step.

“i’d appreciate it Dina, thank you!—also i hate to fucking ask but i need a smo—”

“Bong’s on the kitchen table, Jesse has the pack.” Dina smiles out before helping you down her apartment hallway into her bathroom.

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“remember Cameron?” you nettled out, breaking the silence between the two of you as Dina bathed you.

“that one guy you tried to get me to go on a double date on with you and your ex?”

“yeah, him—he works at the restaurant we went to eat at.”

“jesus christ—” you cut her off.

“he recognized me the second he got to our table Deens—he was giving me this fucking look.”

“what the fuck did he say?”

“he didn’t say anything at first—as we were walking out of the restroom—”

“i thought you guys were eating, why were you both in the—”

“Deens, let me fucking finish!” you whine out as she continues to scrub down your naked body with the personal loufa you leave for when you sleepover; washing away the blood into the water down into the bath-drain.

“sorry sorry—im listening.” she gets up momentarily to open one of her bathroom cabinets.

“we were about to literally leave, Dina—so close through those fuckin’ doors—he goes ‘i wonder how he would feel if he knew his girl was a dyke’ i just lost it.”

“wait, ‘he’ as in….” Dina began to trail off.

“yes!—hearing ese’pendejo mention him—then that fucking word.” you grumbled out, feeling angry again.

Dina came back with hydrogen peroxide, rubbing alcohol, and a couple healing ointments along with the cotton pads to tend to your wounds.

Dina had already got done helping you finish washing up in the bathtub, the hot water was still running to keep your tense muscles from aching continuously.

your knees were a bit scraped up, slight yellow tint underlying in your skin;you knew you would wake up with those to be purple the next day.

Dina picked up one of your arms first, later on tending to the other.

“he did this?”

she looked at each puncture in your skin, a crease-cutting through indents of each five nails digging into each of your arms.

you scoff. “Si no lo hubiera hecho en su lugar de trabajo, me estarías rescatando de la cárcel ahora mismo.” (if he didn’t do it at his workplace, you would be bailing me out right this moment.)

you weren’t kidding. Dina knew you weren’t, even with the slight giggles you both let out to lighten the mood as she tended to all your wounds precisely. she finished up by aiding each arm, wrapping around a white gauze around before putting her fluffy robe on you.

you both made it back to your room for you to change into comfortable clothes and pick out some of your clothing for ellie to wear.

the midnight definitely made up for the encounter you and ellie had to go through earlier. the four of you spent the night passing the bong around, you and ellie specifically getting so high out your asses.

you were all indulging in the sweet playful haze the terpenes fogged inside your bodies. nothing was serious, popping jokes left and right; shit, even the whole shitty was situation turned into a meer joke with the four of you.

“anything is fighting attire for this one!” Dina laughs out pointing at you, coughing out the smoke after.

“eesh! i believe it—you should’ve seen—she looked like a cheetah pouncing with that dress on!” ellie chuckles out, following Dina’s joke as her high low-eyes rake through you.

“idiotás…” you laugh out as you pass the bong to Jesse.

“hey! i’m not the one callin’ you ‘national geographic’—what does that even mean?” Jesse retorts playfully before hitting the bong.

“bro just add the ‘ass’ to idiot” Ellie makes fun of Jesse playfully while completely butchering the spanish syllable.

“oh ellie, stop talking!—your first spanish lesson will be with ___ tomorrow.” Dina teases.

you all soaked in the Dina’s living room full of marijuana smoke until the high laughter shared between all of you would take you all out into a slumber. it was later than 3 am by the time you all knocked out.

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it was the next morning, probably the best morning’s you’ve ever had even with the excruciating pain you woke up with.

you woke up entangled in ellie’s arms, you both fell asleep on Dina’a couch while Jesse and Dina slept in her bedroom.

you fluttered your eyes open, head on her chest while each one of her arms was wrapped around you almost protectively. you could hear each beat of her heart as her chest heaved softly, mumuring in a pattern underneath the side of your head.

the feeling of her heartbeat was like listening to the pleasing sound of rain tricking against a window; bringing the same bliss, maybe even more as listening to her heartbeat lulled you in and out of sleep.

‘esto tiene que ser como se siente el paraíso.’ (this must be what heaven feels like)

ellie had her hands loomed into and through the texture of your hair, holding the back-side of your head slightly; cradling your head almost.

the atmosphere was incensed by the mixture of body-heat you shared through each others bodies. the warm felt like something stronger than a blanket.

the sun-ray shines through Dina’s tall curtains that covered her wide-spread windows, enhancing the two of you under nature’s glow.

you took in the way her fair skin contrasted your bronze one beautifully, the way her tattoos illuminated, especially the tattoo of her fern and moth; you admired all her small other tattoos.

she had a a cursive J on her other wrist, Joel’s initial.

on the same arm, on her arm cephalic she had a line that was a thin as a guitar string. you observed the small prominent ink and the way it wrapped around her arm.

ellie’s tattoos were simple but you knew they were symbolic in some way which made her tattoos completely beautiful to you. unknowningly, your hands had been caressing the soft skin of her arms as you traced over her tattoos; getting lost in her shut eyes.

“buenos días” you could hear ellie’s morning voice, her thick rasp as she grumbled out.

your eyes widen slightly taken aback, you were hoping she hadn’t sensed you staring. you dipped your face into the crevess between eachother’s arms; slightly embarrassed.

“mírala, primera día conmigo y ya sabes.” (look at her, first day with me and you already know.) you played with her as you hid your face away.

“hold on hold on, don’t get too confident in me now.” ellie retorts quickly, her eyes completely widen out of groggy slumber at the smooth quick pace of your accent; almost not catching onto any of the foreign words.

you let out a bit of louder laugh, god, she could even wake you up with a laugh.

“buenos días, bombón” the tension was like dripping sugary corn syrup, the most honeyed atmosphere you had ever been engulfed with and exposed too.

there was no way you could ever compare your ex to ellie. not in one singular way could the love you were feeling for ellie ever be compared to the love you have felt.

“should’ve payed more attention to spanish in highschool and Joel’s tutoring.” you tease her with a smile at the mention, how she miserably failed all four years of spanish even with Joel’s basic—practically ‘personal google-translate’ help.

Ellie grabs the pillow she was laying her head on to playfully hit you with it. your arm reflexes and reaches out your hand, just in time to stop the pillow from hitting your side. you both burst into a fit of giggles as you begin a soft playful morning tussle.

you grab ahold of the pillow that ellie tries to push closer to you with her hands, you eventually find the perfect moment to slip it out of her tight grip and throwing it across the room; taking one leg and hoisting it on her hip as you both laid on your sides.

Ellie rolled you over, trying to tip you onto Dina’s huge black furry carpet. you immediately caught yourself on the rest of couch arm-rest, leaving you on top of her, each leg bent to each of her sides.

this position was compromising in someway, you felt more connected to her like this. the smiles from your faces didn’t falter for second, but only shifted into admiration.

you both admired eachother, both of your eyes holding overflowing adoration. your essences soak into each other as ellie traces your tattoos. she replicated the treatment you were showing her from earlier as you studied the shape of her lips, how long her lashes were, and the way her hair fell down; few strands falling onto her face.

you were so used to seeing her with her hair up, she mentioned to you how it was just more comfortable for her, how she grew to enjoy the feeling of the breeze of her neck. maybe it wasn’t a big deal, but it was for you.

in some way you felt this as a way of ellie’s vulnerability, dropping her guard and allowing you to see her with such intimacy and in ways you had never seen her before,—you knew this was different for her too.

that was the thing with her, your thoughts to yourself continue as you lean closer into her, chests pressing together; aligning heartbeats as you got lost in a strong energetic haze.

the scene was ethereal.

the sun glowing trancing your deep embrace, silhouetting your skin-to-skin held contact onto the shined-on carpet covered floor. the way your head laid ontop of Ellies as her own dipped into the clavicle of your shoulder, her deep breathing feathering your collarbone and tickling you.

eventually your heads meet, foreheads touching as your eyes poured into each other. you watched the way Ellie’s eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, then repeating. it seemed like an all natural action when your lips met.

the kiss was so gentle and soft, yet overfilled with so much. your lips tingled against the warm feeling of Ellie’s tongue swiping over your bottom lip, wanting more of your lips.

there wasn’t a single worry between the two of you. you brought your gauzed up hand to caress her cheek which she softly grabbed your wrist, departing from the kiss you shared to peck your bandaged bruised knuckles.

“i’m sorry about—”

”don’t you ever apologize for something you don’t have too.” Ellie told you sincerely, cutting you off.

“but you don’t understand—” you continued to push.

“ill understand with you, and if i don’t. you will teach me.”

Ellie didn’t even want you trying to protest once more, pulling you back into her lips softly. your lips continuing moving in a plush motion.

your hands found their way to her hair, entangling them through her smooth straight locks, massaging your fingertips into her scalp. you hummed contently into the savorful kiss that you shared; your mind wanting more, craving and needing more.

it felt like each wet passionate lock between each other was an eternity of bliss.

Ellie’s hands caress up and through your back, her fingers tracing your spine before resting them onto the dip of your hips.

“lesbians are making on my couch—okay! going back inside my room!” Dina calls out before quickly retreating into her own bedroom.

you both whipped your heads around, breaking your kiss instantly; just to catch the door closing shut.

you both fell into a fit of giggles as each other’s doed out eyes soaked into the morning aroma together.

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the way the four of you spent the day together.

you all started off the day by settling to go to the classic old diner down the road for a good breakfast. it was 10:20 AM by the time you guys were smoking out of your purple ‘alien-looking’ pipe, as described by Ellie, herself.

maybe it was this morning, maybe last night.

it has now more than ever became clear to you exactly how Ellie had you feeling, being more handsy on both ends. you couldn’t help but feel as your skin was burning, if her hands weren’t there to cool you down.

definitely now more than ever, it was crystal clear.

“uhm, earth to the both of you!” Dina clears her throat, calling out loudly to the both of your attention.

a moment ago, your legs were on ellies lap as her hands caressed all up and down your exposed legs due to you wear some simple shorts. it wouldn’t be believable but you didn’t understand how quickly just a couple loveable leg rubs led to a mini make-out sesh behind Dina and Jesse in the passenger seat.

you both jumped away from each other, as if you had both been pulled into a trance as you both blinked away at your friends reactions.

“lets go before y’all eat each other for breakfast.” Jesse jokes out as he opens his passenger door causing a heat to rush onto ellie’s cheeks shut up—you kept us up all night.—ellie’s smart and quick to remark teasingly.

once finally seated into the cute diner, very vintage americana looking diner. the four of you were all seated into a red-seats booth that had a table with fake cherries for table decor.

you scanned the menu below, taking in all the options of different breakfast entrees; the variety of omelettes, sandwiches, toasts, and pancakes. you settled on frosted fluffy strawberry french toast while you ordered coffee.

“jeez, you and Joel—coffee lovers, bleh!” ellie grimaced in fake disgust and disbelief, making a forced disgusted noise after ordering herself.

“why thank you, Joel and I have taste.” you sarcasm out, giggling slightly. Ellie just admired the way your smile tugged your cheeks and creased your eyes joyfully.

Ellie matched your small chuckle as you spoke up. “we will mock your hate over our hot cup of coffee!” you lean in, bringing your pointer finger to poke at her dimpled cheek which she reactively crinkle her nose.

everyone finished ordering their choice of meals, indulging in humorous banter all together. you learned about how about ellie’s summer this one time Joel had a fling with this sweet mexican woman he completely fell infatuated with, how it was probably the best summer of her life due to the countless of grill-outs they both loved to have.

“oh so, your thing for latinas runs in the family?” you quirk causing Jesse to let out a holler as Dina snorts out, using her hand to cover her mouth.

“uh—what—how did you even come up with that?” Ellie stumbles over her word.

“nah yeah, it definitely run in the family.” Jesse chimes in with a smirk causing you to clap and laugh out just more.

“the both of you don’t have a single fuckin’ idea on what your on about!” Ellie retorts, for some reason, her cheeks rushing fusion.

as you were about to speak up, the waitress came with each one of your plates. you all ate silently, yet peacefully and happily. the silence connecting you all more if anything.

one hand held your dullish knife as your other hand held your fork; you held your toast down with your fork as your cut off a piece off your toast, gathering the maple syrup along with the topped frosted butter. you let out a moan of content as the sweet combination hit your tastebuds as your eyes widen in pure foodie-bliss.

the scene of you trying a delicious meal, savoring it too was possibly the most adorable and gorgeous thing you’ve done in the past month you spent with her, exploring eachother. you took a few more bites before your little amused grin while you swallowed your bites of food turned your grin into a smile as you began to cut another piece of your toast. you repeat the same steps before asking, well not really.

you held the fork up as you hummed loudly and excitedly—ready to airplane a spoonful into Ellie’s mouth.

“tè va a’ gustar…” you muttered under your blissed breath.

Ellie opens her mouth, grinning as she hears the little spanish sentence fall from your lips. you playfully do a small swerve, then eventually holding it close to her mouth for her to close her lips around. she kept eyes contact with you as she ate the piece of toast off your fork, eyesbrows raising in delight which you only nod your head, knowingly too.

Jesse and Dina watched the both of you amused before returning to their own conversation, how it was dina’s dream to roadtrip to California. you could hear her small talk drown out from your ears as the world felt like it spun, making it feel like it was just you two.

“it’s delicious, mama.” she hums out.

“i know, now say ‘que deliciosó’!”

Ellie tries her best to repeat after you, stuttering over her pronunciation.

“that was absolutely!—horrendous.” Dina fakes enthusiasm before completely deadpanning her expression.

“i would love to hear Jesse try!” Ellie claims, leaning into her own seated side of the booth.

“kay!—deli—si-o-so!”

you shared an awkward glance to Dina as Dina lips flatline completely, biting back a laugh as Ellies eyes meet yours before glancing at Dina. the table was silent as Jesse questioned what he said wrong, not holding in your laughter as you all laugh collectively.

“just stick to english, babe.” Dina consoles teasingly as you and Ellie try to catch your breath.

“i definitely did not sound like that!” Ellie laughs out, trying to catch her breath.

“easy Jesse!” you follow along, laughing in sync.

“the spanish lessons are for Ellie—not me.” Jesse immediately raised his hands up in the air as defense before going back to dig into the omelette he ordered.

now it was Ellie’s turn, she picked up the loaded crossiant sandwhich carefully. you shot her a small smile, moving your hair out the way slightly as you leaned in to take a bite out of her breakfast sandwich. you savored the buttery bread from the crossiant as the mix of cheese, hash brown, and mapled sausage mix into your mouth.

“ta—tè gusta?” she stumbled but managed to say it right. if your stomach wasn’t fluttering like a swarm of butterflies before, it definitely was now.

“mm!, muy rico.” you smile as you hear Dina clap, putting her fork down onto her plate of pancakes.

“okay spanish 101!, call Joel!—tell him Carne Asada at my house!” she exaggerates.

“girl, i know you kidding, but now, i want carne asada.” you tutt out before sipping on your coffee.

you all enjoyed your dinners together, laughing, conversating, and more importantly, bonding all the same.

“so, we hittin’ the store after this?” Jesse chimes with a stupid smile.

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the trip to the grocery store was definitely….something.

Ellie and Jesse were like toddlers while you and Dina spent time hunting for the ingredients throughout the store.

“how about you get the drinks and let the—ahem, adults handle this.” Dina clears her throw, pointing back and forth between you and her.

“uh what—” Ellie began to protest.

“you—i need you to get limes, cilantro, and white onion.” you listed as you pointed to Ellie, whom immediately stopped talking.

“yes ma’am.” was all she said, before pulling you in for a kiss which you instinctively went to place your hand behind her neck gently, momentarily before pulling away.

“my beautiful man in the entire universe of ugly rotting men—who also happens to be of legal age!—get your sexy girlfriend liquor?” Dina remarks sweetly and dramatically.

“wow!, coarsing me into buying alcohol for you guys—that’s illegal.”

“look at you! knowing the law and shit—get us a bottle of Pátron Silver.” Dina quirked, giving him a kiss on the lips.

you all split up, each to their own getting what they needed. you picked out rice, brown beans, queso fresco, pepper/jalapeno, avocados, and of course, the steak. Dina grabbing any other ingredients needed.

once everyone was set, meeting at the store cart that Ellie strolled around.

“awe look at you guys! wasn’t so hard, huh?”

Dina playfully snarks out as you guys walk towards self-checkout. you watched the way Jesse playfully smacked Dina’s butt, kissing her forehead while at it. then, feeling a small arm sneak around the back of your waist.

“look at that straight shit.” she playfully icks out, getting a small giggle out of you.

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once you entered Dina’s—it was go-time.

the sound of the kitchen rustling with a bunch of noise coming from the hustling around from yourself, along with Dina. you got to marinating the steaks as Jesse got the mini grill that was outside of Dina’s balcony.

music tunes through Dinas personal handheld speaker as you got your freshly washed hands dirty. you cut multiple limes, then bringing out the salt and pepper.

the entire time, every time you grabbed a piece of raw steak; squeezing the lime juice onto the meat before sprinkling bit by bit salt & pepper, Ellie watched.

she couldn’t help not too stare.

she admired the concentration you carried with the biggest smile on your face—especially impressed by the way you squeezed the half-piece lime with one hand completely.

“what’s meat in spanish?” Ellie asks innocently, slightly hovering closer to you.

your smile widen, your teeth glimmer as you passed the seasoned steak onto an empty glass platter for Dina to take outside.

“say carne, baby.” you keep an eye on her as you spoke.

“carne—oh!, its in the name.”Ellie slightly confuses.

you lean in to give her a small peck “ay cariño, you are so cute.”

“you did say spanish 101 today—what did you call me?”

“special nickname—just for you!” you shot her a playful wink. you could still see unsurity in her face. “nothing bad, baby—it’s a term of endearment.” you finish off, placing the second marinated steak onto the glass plate.

“venga para acá, let me show you how.” you signal with your messy hand. Ellie made her way around from the counter she was leaning on, walking uo slightly behind you before standing next to you.

“come over here, empieza a poner sal y pimienta—start to put salt and pepper.” you repeated after yourself. you obeserved carefully the way she began to pronounce each foreign word.

“slow baby—you got it, pi-me-yen—tà.” you her at the end as she didn’t sound too bad for her first try. Ellie tries once again as she lathers the meat in the salt and pepper, flipping the meat over to do the same on the other side.

you got closer, leaning your head on her shoulder as your hands went to grab the salt as she rubbed in the lime juice. you pour a bit of salt onto your hand as you get ready to sprinkle it. Ellie’s hand made moved away slightly before going back to the spots you sprinkle salt to rub it in; the both of your arms ontop of another, almost entangled as you both began to season together.

the intimacy was different, yes it was romantic; definitely not sexual—this entire moment shared together gave you both a sensibility of home. the sweet tension divert into domestic parallels as Ellie’s back met your chest like magnets, feeling the way your breath feathered against the back of her neck in gentle rhythm.

it wasn’t just the physical touch that made the both of your bodies feel like electricity firing through each other’s veins.

the senses you both individually carried feeling like it invisibly oozed into each other, interlocking your connected hearts.

Ellie melted into you, her head moving the tiniest bit. you took it as a signal to dip your head intonthe crevess of her neck and peppering kisses as both of your hands smeared among the meat. you hward the way a sweet little symph of a hum was enough to have your heart jumping out your chest.

you gave a Ellie’s hands a bit of space, letting her transfer the piece of meat with the rest of the seasoned pieces on the glass plate. Ellie turned her head to the side, the side of her face, partly almost facing you completely; that was till she turned her head completely, moving a hand away in the process to not keep her encaged.

you just poured into each other’s eyes, neither of you wanted to leave the aroma of this feeling.

Ellie leaned in, eyes jumping from your eyes to your lips. you both kept your hands lowered as they were covered in the seasoning and lime juice; nothing stopping her from the way her lips locked into yours intoxicatingly.

“lets take these out to them, mama” she pulls away with a goofy smile, hinting at the meat.

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the sun had set and the late evening arrived, watching the way the orange sky smiled back at the four of you as you all created a night to remember.

the sound of Bachatá Xtremè’s ‘Te Extraño’ playing through as you and Dina took slight dance-like steps between each shot, chasing it by sucking on a piece of lime.

you both started off chill at first—making yourselves a little drink to sip on as you finished cooking and smashing the beans, dina finishing up the rice, and making the guacamole—the more spanish bangers came on, your amount drinks had gotten hefty.

Jesse was on the Grill, occasionally being pulled away from a very drunk dina to dance with her—kudos to Jesse though, he kept a pretty good pace.

♫₊˚.🎧 now playing: AGORA HILLS

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right now, you were sat ontop of Ellies lap, puffing on the blunt she rolled. she had one arm cradling the back of you as the other passed the smoke between the both of you.

Ellie spent the day admiring the way you ran around all day, now that you were here; with her sat and seated. it was your turn to admire the strong gorgeous woman.

although the sun had set, the slight glow from the toned out blue sky perfectly sharpened her freckles specking across her soft face, the way her t-shirt hugged her, and especially the small muscle in her biceps that flex each time she took a drag.

“whatcha lookin’ at, mama?” she caught you, giving you a small smile as she passed you the Dutch.

“sorry—really wanted you to pass the blunt already.” your sarcasm lacing your sweet tone as you gave her fake look of dissatisfaction.

“oh! really!?” Ellie gawks, playing into fake offense.

you gave her a big smile you couldn’t falter. you brought the cigarillo up to your lips, inhaling and then exhaling before speaking, “i never said thank you.” you began.

“thank you for what?” she questions, the hand she used to hold the blunt to caress your face.

“for standing up for me, for being there, for literally—being here. you could’ve ran off and you didn’t.” your voice was sincere, nothing more.

“i would do it all again in a heartbeat, mama.”

your entire heart felt like a floodgate opening, allowing the sweetest taste of serotonin rush through.

“there isn’t a single thing i would do differently—change—now, i would give everything to not meet that jack-ass waiter.” Ellie says, her eyes not leaving yours as her words went straight into your heart.

you chuckle out “fuck him—that guy’s a friend of my ex. i didn’t even know he worked there.” you explained, reminiscing a bit.

Ellie was quick to stop any moment longer. “fuck them both, they mad to see you doing good.” she devotes, pulling you into her to kiss your forehead. the reassurance made your stomach flutter up.

“and with someone greater, too—in all ways.” you whisper out, leaning your head down slightly so your foreheads met.

you were in love with Ellie Williams, a feeling that you had never felt so strong.

“i wanna tell everyone you’re mine—show you off, make them all fuckin’ mad.”

before Elle could say anything else, you hear a drunk Dina cheer Listos para comer! (we ready to eat!) .

you all helped bring the food inside, setting the dinner table as chatter wisped between the four of you. the dinner table was scattered with all the delicious plates you all bonded over cooking.

it was like a cute family dining scene from a movie.

you all began to dig in, Dina looking over at you with a look that you knew exactly to return as you both silently waited at the table; your eyes moving from meeting Dina’s to Ellie and Jesse, watching them chew. you both waited with big grins as they both let slight moan and gasp from their savorful meals.

you and dina cant help the fit of laughter you break into which only confuse the both of them.

“don’t know what’s funny—you’re not gonna be laughing when im on one knee though.” Ellie was dead serious.

“ouh! i better be a bridesmaid!” Dina exclaims excitedly.

needless to say, you were beaming a deep rose through your cheeks, bringing your Soda Jarritos to try to cover your face.

the dinner bled into the night, completely being filled with overjoyed laughter and deep conversations—still, slightly making fun of their spanish pronunciations.

Ellie was sat right next to you.

“pass me a tortilla, amor.” you let it out without a thought, you caught yourself, slightly stumbling as you tried to excuse the little epithet that left your lips.

you saw the way a wide shiteating smile tugged her lips as she reached her arm aceoss the table to pass you the traditional tortilla warmer for you to make tacos out of the asada.

you thought Ellie pretended to not hear atleast, as you began to bite into your taco; Ellie leaned into your ear.

“we’re gonna make sure everybody knows you’re mine—as i’ve been yours since that night, mama.”

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a/n: i am indeed the mexican woman ellie is talking about that used to date joel 💖💓💞 matter of fact he in my bed rn !!! also i didnt add lyrics because i feel like the scene was too short ( might add them later still thinking)

in all seriousness though, thank you so much for the patience cus its basically EXAMS MONTH for my ass 😭 yall are amazing and @openupforme for keeping me going😽

[sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves]

Standrew heart-eyes from $13 Shrimp Vs. $27 Shrimp

[a-cyclepath]

choso nsfw headcanons?? <3

I'll write some more here ! But I'm not sure how many I have left since I've written a few NSFW hcs 🤔 but I do wanna explore Choso being touch sensitive in some future works

⚠️ MDNI ⚠️

I think he's very easily turned on whenever you touch him, like if you touch one of his sensitive spots at all he's needy.

Okay first I've gotta say this guy is a DROOLER as much of a whimper and grunter.

While he's folding you in a mating press he growls and grunts like an animal, drooling with only half his brain active because his hole makes him fucked so stupid he can't even remember his basic bodily functions besides breed, breed, breed.

It doesn't matter what you're doing from making out, to sucking him off, to having him fuck you, he's drooling, a lot.

If he's inside you he can't bring himself to wipe it up because he's too lost just rutting and rutting into you.

You almost worry he might drown ....? It's a lot.

Okay so Choso being touch starved. I think this means he's sensitive EVERYWHERE but does have his special spots (abs, middle to lower back, inner thighs, back of his neck, earlobe)

If you want a relationship with him I think you'll need to get used to being humped, because sometimes at night in a sleepy haze, spooning you, cuddling, close to you, his hips will buck into you like instinct.

You could simply touch his inner thigh for a completely innocent reason and he's drunk off it, his cock pitching itself a tent the longer your hand remains there.

If you play with his nipples he'll probably instantly burst while sobbing.

He's probably just quiet to himself, touchy and clingy of course with you, during the day, but the sun goes down and he's definitely completely flipped and needs you, badly.

This also makes me think, he's definitely gotta be a guy who's more horny at night or from the energy he's spent during the day.

He's so shy about it, trying not to grunt or groan too much while he's grinding into your core while you kiss, he feels ashamed that he gets so needy.

I think in terms of positions, despite his tiredness he loves being atop you, having you bent over, pinned up either back or face first against the wall. He wants to hear the sounds you make while he's hitting every spot he can with his tip moving into you.

Oh and dude is a sloppy eater, I'm talking kneeling behind you with your thighs parted in his grip while he drinks. He's tongue is skilled, and if he has a piercing on it, he's definitely utilizing it.

Although, he prefers when you sit on his face or squat over him, your eyes fluttering to fight against the instinct to clam closed while his tongue rolls over your slit and dives in and out until you're drenching his face in release.

Choso MIGHT be into pegging. But he'd prefer your tongue honestly, or to be rimmed.

Being naturally curious as you're probably his first, or one of his very few sex partners ever he's trying every position with you out of curiosity, settling on having you ride him, full standing nelson when he's not moody/tired, from the back, missionary, and meeting press.

He definitely likes watching your hole gush while pounding you. Like he's hypnotized by it. Drooling onto your chest or stomach

I think things like play fighting turn him on too. He obviously gets the upper hand most of the time, and when he pins you by your wrists or on your tummy he can't help but moan softly at the scene, and he's bringing his groin down to rut against you as he begs for his prize.

[sargeant-bxrnes]

plus one

summary: when he sees you taking care of a youngling, your husband, anakin, is overcome by a very bad case of baby fever. [requested!]

contents/warnings: obvious mentions of pregnancy. | SMUT: dirty talk, fingering, praise, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, mating press.

wc: 2.2k

my masterlist! | requests are open!

Anakin and you have been married for years now, and yet the subject of kids hadn't been brought up often, both being busy Jedi, there wasn't much time for kids in your lives.

However, after arriving to you location after a long counsel meeting, Anakin witnessed an interesting scene. You were looking over a little youngling, the baby couldn't have been older than two. Perched on your hip, arm softly wrapped about him, keeping his tiny body tucked safely into your side as you talked to older younglings about something, whatever it was, had them smiling and talking animatedly to you, who matched their enthusiasm.

Something awoke inside of Anakin at the sight, and he couldn't help but imagine you carrying your kid instead, a little boy that had his eyes and your nose, or a little girl with your hair and his smile. A switch turned inside him and he felt this ever growing need, the thought of you pregnant, your skin glowing, your belly growing with his baby... Anakin knew what he wanted right away.

All he could think of, was making you a mommy, and making that dream of his real, by pumping you full, filling you up with his seed.

The baby youngling babbled something to you, making you laugh and tickle him, earning some sweet giggles from the baby boy. Anakin couldn't help but melt inside, smiling, he felt his heartbeat increase and his body react to the sight of your loving care— that's it. He decided to walk up to you.

"Love... I wanna talk to you about something, an idea I had," He started, approaching slowly, his voice was soft yet determined as he looked at you with the upmost adoration. "could it be possible for us to go to our chambers?"

You smiled at your husband, greeting him with a little kiss on the cheek as you placed the baby back on the cradle, pecking his forehead and leaving it under care of the older younglings while they waited for their master, once that was settled, you approached your husband so you can go to your chambers and talk. "Sure darling, let's go."

Anakin could feel the blood rushing to his crotch, his bionic metal arm twitching slightly as he grabbed your hand. His thoughts were clouded with only one thing now, as he led you through the corridors, his steps got increasingly faster the closer you got to your chambers.

"Baby... come here." he whispered hoarsely, tugging you into your shared chambers. He closed the door and locked it before turning to face you.— he was going to be direct, there was no point to kick around the bush. "Let's make a baby."

"Oh?" You asked softly. The idea of having babies with him had crossed your mind more often than you'd ever admitted to him, so hearing him say that was a pleasant surprise.

Anakin grabbed you by the hips and started kissing your neck, his kisses were messy and sloppy, leaving slight trails of saliva wherever they went, his arms wrapped around you, reaching around to squeeze your ass. His voice was rough with lust. "I've been watching you today... seeing how amazing you are with that baby. It made me realize... I want a baby of our own."

"You do?" You asked, breath hitching and a little moan threatening to escape.— Anakin was being needy and desperate, a side of him you'd never seen before.

Anakin smirked and tugged you closer, whispering in your ear "I do. And I'm not gonna stop until we have one." His hand found the hem of your Jedi robes and started to tug on the collar slowly, exposing more skin as he kissed down your neck and chest.

You gasped as he licked a trail up your pulse point, slowly walking backwards toward the bed. "What got into you?"

Anakin followed you, his lips never leaving your skin as he tugged off your robe and tossed it aside, being met with your undergarments. He moved to undo his pants too before pushing you onto the bed, making you fall with a soft bounce of the mattress under you. "I don't know... just thinking about how amazing you'd be as my baby momma makes me so fucking hard."

"Oh." You mused softly, both turned on and surprised by Anakin's eagerness, you could feel his hard cock through his pants, he was clearly eager and with a very bad case of baby fever.

Anakin was suddenly all over you, his hands restless all over your body, gliding and groping, his teeth nipping at your neck as he growled low in his throat. "Tell me I can fuck you senseless right now, please." he murmured huskily between kisses, looking to see if it was alright with you. "wanna fill you up, again and again."

You couldn't help but shiver at the mix of dirty words and pleas, you nodded your head in consent. "Y-yes. Yes."

"That's my good girl... want you so fucking bad."

You laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of you— your hands eagerly moving to remove Anakin's shirt, pushing it up and over his head.

Anakin chuckled as you pulled his shirt off, his metal arm moving to aid in removing it before he roughly pushed your panties down and off too. His hands slid up your body and took a hold of your bra— he was so desperate and couldn't get it off quick enough for his liking, so his bionic hand took a fistful of it ripped it off you, your tits bouncing free.

"Ani!" You gasped in surprise and indignation as you saw your torn bra, the clasp ripped open and the material torn.

Anakin scoffed, bending down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud before sucking at it with his lips. His other hand moved between your legs, nudging them open. "Sorry... can't control myself."

Your back arched slightly under his touch, the way he was acting drove you insane, he was lavishing your tits like a starved man, a wet mess of his lips, his tongue and teeth, he's so needy and desperate he doesn't even know what to do with himself and it turns you on beyond belief to see him lose his composure.

Anakin groaned as he continued to suck and bite down on your nipple, his hand rubbing circles over your clit, two fingers teasing your entrance. His metal arm moved around to grab onto the headboard of the bed for support, his other hand still playing with your pussy. "I want you so bad. You gonna let me fill you up, hm? Fill up that pretty pussy till it takes."

You can't even form a sentence, it feels so good, his thumb applying the perfect pressure on your clit as his fingers spread your wetness around. "Please."

Anakin chuckled darkly, his fingers pushing into your pussy slowly. He looked down at you, taking sharp notice of the way you bit your lip. "You're so fucking hot... gonna make you cum first before I stretch that tight pussy of yours."

His words and ministrations drew a whimper out of you, your husband's dirty talk and eagerness turned you on more than ever before— maybe it was something primal, something natural, who knows, but by the Stars were you turned on.

He bent down and pressed his lips into yours in a slow, messy kiss, capturing your moans in between his lips. "That's it... love you, love how wet you are f'me"

"Mm love you too," You mumbled over his lips.

Anakin bit his lip as he looked at your face contorting in pleasure, his fingers found your sweet spot over and over again when he curled them to nudge your g-spot, he pumped them in and out of you, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy being downright sinful. He leant down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, sucking hard before moving on to the other. "You're so tight... love it when you squeeze me like that."

You couldn't help the moans escaping your lips, he was being so dirty and while you didn't know why, you enjoyed it. Anakin smirked, his thumb quickly found your clit again as he rubbed it in tight circles, two of his fingers still fingering your wet pussy. "That's my girl... you like that? Huh?"

"Baby I'm-" You managed to warn, feeling your orgasm near as he kept fingering you mercilessly, your wetness dripping down his fingers and your clit so stimulated it hurt.

Anakin cooed as he felt you trembling underneath him, his fingers moving faster inside of you. He was a man on a mission, and his mission was to make you cum. "Cum for me baby... that's it, just like that, so pretty f'me."

Anakin continued to talk you through it, praising you for being so good to him as he felt you cum around his fingers, your pussy squeezing them. He continued to finger fuck you roughly before pulling out and moving completely on top of you, one of his hands holding his weight along with his legs, as he used his other hand to pump his painfully hard cock, "I need t'fill you up baby, make you round with my kids, let me fill you up. Can I?"

"Please." The way he begged could've made you cum again, his voice was so desperate and borderline whiny, his cock so hard his tip was red, leaking precum.

Anakin sighed in relief, sliding his tip up and down your slit to gather your wetness before pressing forward on your entrance, slowly thrusting into you, a white translucent ring of your arousal growing around his cock as he pushed in— he gave you barely any time for you to adjust to his size and girth before he began moving, his hips slamming against yours. His metal hand moved to cup your face gently as he stared down at you. "You're so beautiful... love the way you look when I fuck you."

You could barely keep eye contact without your eyes rolling back from pleasure, which made Anakin chuckle as he leant down to kiss you again, making sure to move his hips in an angle that had his heavy cock dragging against your walls, brushing against your g-spot. "That's it baby... love how much you like this."

You let out a surprised sound as, out of nowhere, Anakin placed your legs over his shoulders, pressing down his weight on you to make you fold in half, your own legs near your head because of the angle.

Anakin's eyes rolled back as he felt how deep he was in your pussy now, you gripped the sheets tightly, your walls starting to clamp down on him like a vice grip. He pumped into you, being balls deep inside you now, determined to make you his. "Fuck... love how tight you are around me."

You two had never tried the mating press position before, but damn does it feel good, his cock drove deeper then ever, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, the vein in the side of his shaft rubbing and pressing against your g-spot.

Anakin smirked as he looked down at you and how utterly lost you were in pleasure, he kissed you again before pulling back to press kisses to your neck, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit again. "That's it, that's it, cum for me baby... let go, just let it happen."

The way he fucked you, his fingers rubbing your clit, the way he talked to you and the tone of his voice, plus the undeniable knowledge of what he was after, made you cum again, moaning his name a little more high pitched than before.

Anakin moaned as he felt you cum around him again, your walls squeezing tightly. Nevertheless, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. "Gonna fill you up now, hm? Fill you with my seed."

The overstimulation was too much at that point, and all you could do was moan and whimper as he kept fucking you— you nod to let him know it's okay for him to cum inside.

Anakin's pace was faltering, his thrusts getting sloppy and irregular as he felt the familiar build up behind his balls, and finally he thrust into you one last time, his hips slamming against yours. He groaned loudly as he came inside of you, filling you up with his seed.

"Fuck... that's it baby... love you."

"Love you too..." You mumbled, too well fucked to say anything else, almost having being fucked to sleep.

Anakin chuckled softly as he pulled out of you, a mess of his cum and yours trailing out after his cock, he paid no mind to it, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you close. He gently laid down next to you, pulling you into a spooning position.

"Sleep tight my love... I gotcha." He kissed your cheek and your pretty lips over and over again with little affectionate pecks. "and tomorrow morning..."

"Tomorrow morning?" You asked softly, tired, snuggling up to him.

"We'll try again, I'm gonna make sure we do this every single day until you're pregnant with our little one. Then it can be our mission to keep that baby healthy and safe." He cooed softly before kissing your temple and your cheek. "Sleep tight now sweetheart... I love you."

[soft-mafia]

Risky [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, sex in a public area, risky sex, cream pie, squirting, Buggy being horny

a/n: I just realized I’m making a lot of smut posts. I need help I’m too obsessed with Buggy😭 the plot is kind of sloppy but I really wanted to write some smut so sorry about that lolllll

Buggy had no idea what was wrong with him today. He had locked himself in his office, he lost count of how many times he had came, jacking off for hours at the thought of you.

When a crew member knocked on his door they were met with nothing but harsh curses and shouts from him; not knowing that their captain had been rubbing one out into a rag. His jaw clenched, teeth grit tightly as he tried to conceal his grunts and groans. He was huffing like a damn dog thinking of Y/n.

Maybe it was the lack of actual sex over the past few days that got Buggy so riled up, they’ve just been so busy setting everything up as soon as they got back to bed they both just tuckered out.. but damn why the fuck was he so horny now?!

After what seemed to be his 5th cum of the day, Buggy came out of his quarters, his makeup smeared, and he looked a bit disheveled. He put his hair up into a ponytail as he walked to the green room, going to see what his girlfriend was up to. She preferred to work back stage and behind the scenes, mainly on the contraptions and the lighting.. much to Buggy’s disappointment— he would love for her to be another accessory to his acts, not take up the entire spot light, but.. serve as some kind of eye candy for the audience.

With the way she bent and moved for him she could easily be a good contortionist.. fuck he was hard again.

Buggy’s muscles tensed as he saw Y/n talking to Mohji. The blue haired man seemed to physically restrain himself from grabbing Y/n and dragging her off somewhere to get some sex.

“Stop letting Richie come in here— we can’t use these lights anymore because he chewed them all up, and he pissed on the costume wigs.” Y/n said as she chewed out the beast tamer. As much as she was an animal lover, working with Richie was… a chore to say the least, but it was mainly to blame on Mohji for his poor animal management skills. “Y/n.” Buggy grunted out as he walked over to her, standing at her side and putting a hand on her waist, “Are you busy?” He asked, his voice a bit lower and gruffer than usual.

“Umm.. not right now, no.” She said, looking up at him. Buggy then turned to Mohji and made a tilting motion with his head, that told the man to ‘get the fuck out’, which he quickly obeyed.

“Are you ok?” Y/n looked up at Buggy, noticing his smudged makeup and how slightly sweaty he was. He smelled a bit muskier than usual, and he hadn’t covered his scent with cologne like he usually would. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Buggy said under his breath, his hands roaming all over her body now that they were alone, which she noticed. Buggy shuffled closer to her, pressing his body against her side as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “God I wanna fuck you so bad.” He growled. Y/n could feel his boner pressing into her hip, his hands squeezed at her sides.

“Buggy..” Y/n whispered, biting her bottom lip, “Wait not in here—”

“I don’t care, I really don’t give a shit.” Buggy grumbled and looked around, trying to find a closet or something, “We haven’t fucked in a good week, I need this.” He huffed, then slapped Y/n’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

Y/n yelped and blushed at that action, pouting at Buggy before she pulled away and walked over to the large crate wagon that the crew just used to haul a bunch of props covered with a huge tarp, “Here, we can take some of this stuff off.” Y/n said, moving some of the props out and to the side. Buggy rushed to her side, throwing off some stuff as well; god he felt desperate.. I mean yeah he fucked Y/n like it was a hobby but he was literally throwing things so he could get some pussy.

After they had gotten most of the stuff off and made some room, Buggy picked Y/n up, making her squeak before he laid her down on her back, immediately getting on top of her and throwing that blanket over the both of them. “B-Buggy..” Y/n whispered, looking down and seeing Buggy’s rock hard boner press against her crotch.

Truth be told she wasn’t as pent up as Buggy was.. she had been so focused on making all of his shows perfect for him, sex wasn’t the first thing on her mind— but now that she was pinned down like this, she was starting to feel that same heat.

Buggy yanked her shorts down below her hips, sitting on his knees before grabbing her ankles and pulling her shorts and panties off completely and dropping them to the side. However, he took her panties and held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and groaning, “Fuck that’s good..” he growled.

Y/n blushed, already sweating from the enclosed space, Buggy’s heat radiating off of his body. He tossed her panties on top of her shorts before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She watched him with eager eyes; she didn’t know why but she found it so attractive watching Buggy get his cock out, the way his forearms and muscles flexed with each movement, jerking his belt until it was open so he could get his throbbing, sensitive dick out.

He was already so sensitive from how much he had been jacking off.. the fabric of his boxers squeezing on his boner had nearly brought him to his knees as soon as he walked in here.

His hard cock bobbed upon being freed from his underwear, he groaned and jerked it a bit, making it leak a little pre. Y/n reached down between her legs to grasp at it, wrapping her hand around his length and rubbing it with him. “Yeah, that’s it baby..” he grunted, his abs already clenching at the feeling.

He hunched over her, one hand keeping his balance and the other held onto her hip as he started to guide his penis into her cunt, his tip swiped against her wet clit a few times before he slid in; eliciting moans and groans from the both of them. Y/n’s arms wrapped around Buggy’s neck, whimpering and mewling like a kitten just how he liked it, her pussy twitched around his cock, struggling to take him after so long without a good fucking.

Y/n squirmed, making Buggy squeeze her hip, “Take it.” He growled as he began to thrust; he was rough like always, but there was more force behind it this time, more desperation on his end. “B-Buggy..!” Y/n whimpered, trying to be as quiet as possible. Buggy was not trying to be as careful as she was, grunting and growling like a beast as he plowed into her like they haven’t fucked in decades. “Mmm..~ Buggy..~” Y/n moaned softly again, making Buggy’s cock throb inside of her, urging him to thrust even more; it felt so good.. hearing her say his name while he was going in, balls deep. Fuck.

The hand on her hip slid up to rest at the side of her neck, gently squeezing before he tilted his head and gave her a rough kiss, groaning into her mouth. His hips slammed against her crotch in a rough, rhythmic motion, growling and snarling, probably drooling all over the poor girl. He was a fucking mess.

Though the stubble scraping across her skin made her feel a little itchy, the burning sensation of pleasure from Buggy hitting her cervix easily overpowered the stubble itching. With the way Buggy was fucking into her she was not going to be able to walk properly for days, again.

Buggy’s groans and growls got louder and rougher, he moved his lips down to the nape of her neck and began attacking it savagely, sucking and licking at the skin, the sensation made Y/n let out a loud mewl, her legs wrapping around his torso as his movements sped up.

Both of his hands moved down to cup the sides of her ass, squeezing it as he continued ravaging her. Y/n gasped, her walls fluttering and twitching around him as she came, squirting lightly due to the sensation, “A-Ah~!!” She moaned.

“I’m close baby, I’m so fucking close.” Buggy grunted, squeezing her ass harder and slamming his hips into her even rougher, making her jolt and whine. It wasn’t long before he was spilling his seed into her, coating her walls with milky cum. They were both panting and moaning heavily. Buggy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his muscles were twitching; this was what he needed.

He threw the tarp off the both of them, the cold air instantly hitting their warm, sweaty skins. Y/n was still panting hard, an arm folded over her torso as she leaned her head back. Buggy sat on his knees, still deep inside of her as his cum leaked out around his cock. He smirked and let out a breathy laugh, “You’re so fucking hot.” He panted as he rubbed Y/n’s side. “Yeah I feel fucking hot. Jeez.” Y/n groaned, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at Buggy’s cock still inside of her, that dark blue tuft of hair down below that trailed up, fading out slightly below his belly button.

Buggy pulled out, then moaned lightly as he watched his cum leak out of his girlfriend’s pussy. He lifted her thigh up slightly to spread her wider and get a better view. “Wait- stop, it’s gonna spill everywhere.” Y/n grumbled and attempted to close her legs, Buggy kept them spread wide though. “It’s fine I’ll clean it up, babe.” He whispered, watching her pussy leak until it was all out.

After getting cleaned up and putting all of the props back, Buggy watched as Y/n put her panties and shorts back on. He eyed her up, finding her body so god damn attractive.. he walked over to her once she was finished and put his hands on her waist, “Hey, you hungry? There’s a buffet down town in this area and I’ve been meaning to take you there.” He said, hands moving over her body, over her belly button then resting at her sides again.

Y/n smiled and looked up at him from behind, “Yeah, sure!”

[succubusmunson]

You're Mine

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie is tired of the men at your job and decides to take matters into his own hands, to show you that you're his.

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), mentions of a bar fight/blood, posessive!eddie, use of pet names, semi public sex, teasing, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, degradation, praise, fingering, squirting, ball play, orgasm denial, spanking, hair pulling, choking, creampie

WC: 4.1K

(first fic in a bit! hope yall enjoy!)

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You could feel Eddie’s eyes follow you around the bar, watch every move you make and the men make. This wasn’t the first time he had caught men obviously flirting with you, slipping their hand around your waist as they asked for another beer or shot you a wink. 

For the most part, Eddie kept his composure. You could tell he was angry by the grip he had on his beer, his knuckles turning white. What set him over the edge though was the second some random slipped a twenty dollar bill into your back pocket, swatted your ass, making a whole show about how he got to touch you.

You nodded and just gave the man a tight smile, trying your best not to slap him silly. You already know what’s coming for him, Eddie already standing up for the barstool. 

“Fuck this.” Eddie takes the last swig of his beer before he stomps over to you. He grabs the hand that’s on your ass and bends it back, laughing when the man winces in pain. “Do you like touching things that don’t belong to you?”

It all happened so quick after that- punches were thrown, and you were in complete shock. Not shocked that Eddie was causing a scene, shocked by how wet you were becoming after seeing Eddie beat a guy up for touching you.

He had a bloody nose, it dripping down his lips. He licked away, a smirk on his face. “Next time, watch your fucking hands.” Eddie grabbed your hand and gently dragged you out of the bar.

“Baby, I still have to work.” You tried to protest, even though your body wanted to be closer than him. 

He scoffed, opening the van’s back doors. “I think that little fight may have just got you fired.” He helped you inside, your back immediately hitting the van floor. “Plus, I need to show you who you belong to.” 

Eddie quickly jumped in after you, slamming the doors behind him.

You leaned up on your elbows to get a good look at him. “Oh, is that so?” You were toying with him, knowing that it would make it more fun for you. “Do I need reminding?”

“You wanna play that game?” Eddie was already shaking off his vest and leather jacket, leaving him in just his old jeans and a band tee. “I think you need all the reminding you can get,” he leaned over you, his whole body engulfing yours. His lips were pressed by your ear, your breath fanning over it. “Need to remind you who can exactly make you cum as hard as you can, sweetheart.”

Eddie has barely even touched you, yet you were craving more. Just having him this close, pressed to your body was having your cheeks heat up and your thighs clenching together. He’d always have this effect on you, but you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to it. 

“Trust me, I know how hard you can make me cum.” You bucked your hips up, grinding against his thigh. You needed to feel something, anything. “But, why don’t you show me anyways? I know how much you love when I make a mess for you.”

His bottom teeth caught his bottom lip as you grinded against his thigh. There was no doubt in his mind that you were soaked and he sensed it. Sensed that you needed more of his touch. 

“I’m gonna show you, don’t worry.” He kissed his way from your ear to your lips, licking along your bottom one.

It was sloppy, tongues rubbing against each other and teeth clanking. The beer and cigarette he had earlier lingered on his tongue, letting it flood your tastebuds.

You didn’t complain though, you loved the taste.

Eddie was selfish with this kiss, sucking the air from your body and claiming your lips as his. When he pulled away he gave you a soft smile. He looked at you as your lips were swollen and wet, pouting out for more.

In a swift movement, Eddie had your pants and panties down your legs, throwing them to the side and forgetting about it. His thumbs spread your pussy lips apart, your slick connecting them. His brown eyes stared down at awe at the fact that you were so wet this quick. 

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re this wet?” He kissed your inner thigh, biting down and sure to leave a mark for later. “What did it for you? Was it me fighting that guy?” 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, looking down at him with hope in your eyes. He was so close to where you wanted him and the urge to just grind on his face was slowly taking over. “Uhuh, you looked so fucking hot and I couldn’t help myself.”

Eddie playful scoffed, the cold air from his breath hitting your swollen clit. You slightly arched your back, the feeling making you needier.

“How pathetic.” His calloused thumb barely ghosted over your hole eliciting a moan from you. “Is this my pussy?

“Y-yes, yes, it’s yours.” You maintained eye contact with him as you said it, wanting him to know how much you meant it. 

Without warning, he curled two fingers into your pussy. You could hear just how wet you were, and feel it too. The squelching sound echoing off the van walls. 

“I can’t hear you, baby.” He kept curling his fingers, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. To add fuel to the growing fire, he wrapped his pink lips around your clit, sucking harshly. 

You threw your legs over his head and pulled at his hair. “S-shit, Eddie! Yours! I’m yours, every part of me is yours.” You could barely catch your breath. 

Eddie pulled his mouth away with a pop!, a huge smirk plastered on his smug face. “Now, was that so hard?”

He didn’t give you time to answer, his lips finding home again around your clit. The moans were just flowing out of you now. His fingers hit deeper and deeper with each curl. You could feel the fingers of his free hand dig into the doughy flesh of your thigh, leaving behind little crescent indentions in their wake.

The shaking of Eddie’s head, the pulling of your clit was making you see stars. 

“Jesus Christ-,” your back was completely arched off the van floor. Could you finish a thought at this moment? Barely, it’s like you were exploding from the inside out.

You quickly took off your shirt and threw it behind you, Eddie’s free hand finding one of your nipples and giving it a pull. “Y-yes! Right there!”

Eddie pulled away from your clit again, his chin covered in your slick. “Yeah? Here?” He leaned forward, adding another finger before attaching his lips to your hard nipple. 

Between his fingers and his mouth working on you, you knew that your orgasm would come quickly, and that it did. 

You heard it before you felt it. All the built up tension finally let go as you squirted over Eddie’s fingers. “Oh my god! Fuck.” You threw your head back, barely able to hold yourself up. 

“That’s it, fucking squirt for me.” Eddie’s fingers kept moving, not letting up once even after you came. “Such a messy girl.”

“I- holy shit,” you finally opened your eyes, Eddie’s jeans covered in your squirt. 

You blushed at him, even more so when he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. Not a drop left to be seen. He didn’t give you time to react much more, his fingers sliding against your tongue. “Taste how good you are for me.”

With greed, you licked the wet fingertips with your tongue. Making eye contact with him the whole time, you slid your tongue between his first and his middle finger, collecting what you could. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat as you sucked his fingers further into your mouth, gagging a little. 

“Fuck,” Eddie watched you, the way your bobbed your head to suck on his fingers. As he watched you swallow his fingers, his cock grew harder, if that was even possible. “You want something in your mouth that bad?”

You pulled away and nodded your head fast, maybe too fast. “Yes,” you sat up as best as you could on your knees and pushed Eddie to his back. “Let me suck your cock, please.” 

“Look at you, begging for it.” He grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulled you closer to him, forcing your head right in front of his front bulge. “You want it? Take it.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, excitement running through your body. Quickly, you undid his belt, pulling his shirt up just a bit to kiss over his happy trail. You could feel his stomach muscles tighten under your touch.

With his pants now pooled around his ankles, you could tease him. You kissed down his happy trail, stopping right above his boxers just to make him squirm. 

“My cock isn’t going to suck itself,” the hand in your hair tightened, causing you to bite back a moan. “You’re the one who wanted my cock so bad, remember? I’m giving it to you, don’t make me regret it.”

Eddie lifted his hips, helping you pull down his boxers. His very hard cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach with a wet sound. His cock was red, throbbing, and leaking with precum. Your mouth watered, needing a taste that bad.

He grabbed the base of his cock, tapping the tip of it against your lips. “Open wide for me, baby.” 

You did as told, not ever needing to be told twice. You rolled your tongue over the leaky slit, collecting the salty precum and swallowing it with a smile on your face. “You always taste so good.” Your lips trailed kisses across his cock, pressing them to his most sensitive places. 

Eddie grabbed the back of your head, holding you in place. “There we go, that’s a good girl.” 

You sucked on the mushroom shape tip, hollowing your cheeks, and closing your eyes. Eddie threw his head back against the small pile of clothes, basking in the feeling of your warm mouth. “Shit, your mouth was made to have something in it.”

The way you bobbed your head, his cock sliding down your throat, he was in heaven. 

You gagged around his cock, tears slowly falling down your cheek but you kept pushing. Wanting him to use you like a fleshlight. 

His cock hit the back of your throat and he moaned out, pulling at your hair to push your head deeper. You could barely breathe with how full your mouth was, stuffed to the brim of cock. So into pleasing him that you forgot to breathe, your lungs burning for air. 

“O-oh fuck, baby.” His voice was high pitched, his balls wetly settling against your chin as he bucked up into your mouth. He pulled your head up, giving you a chance to breathe and for him to catch how ruined your makeup was. 

Salvia trailed from your lips to his cock, connecting the two of you. “Don’t forget to come up for air now.”

You just rolled your eyes and attached your mouth back to his cock, giving him no time to protest. Your hand reached down between his legs and the second you cupped his balls into your warm hands, he almost came right down your throat. He leaned up off the van floor to watch you, his brown eyes hooded and dark with lust. 

You had him in the palm of your hands, literally. 

Kissing down his cock, you licked the thick vein on the underside of it. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back when you hear Eddie gasp. 

“Think these need some attention, yeah?” You winked at Eddie before sucking one of his heavy, cum filled balls into your mouth. 

Eddie’s hold on your hair tightens, making you whine with his ball in your mouth. “Let me see those eyes.” 

You looked up at him with hazy eyes. Your makeup was smeared, spit pooled at the corner of your mouth. Eddie’s cock rested on your forehead, you looked so wrecked. Under his gaze, the glassy eyes and desperate whines were simply perfect, a heavenly sight. His passion for ruining you broke every limit inside his head. Eddie was addicted to turning you into a wet, sticky mess.

The second you grabbed his cock to pump it, you could feel the throb of it in your hand. You sucked the other ball into your mouth, keeping up the pace of your hand. 

His balls bounced in your mouth from how fast you were pumping his cock. You squeezed at the tip and felt more precum dribbling, coating your fingers in a sticky mess. 

“Mmm,” you couldn’t say much, your mouth stuffed, but the taste of Eddie was just too good to be quiet about. 

Nothing could compare to the feeling of his soft but heavy balls hitting against tongue, causing spit to splash across your face. 

With Eddie, you were always willing to get messy. You never cared, always wanting to please him. 

You pulled away, rolling your tongue to give his balls something to bounce against. Eddie could barely concentrate on anything, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. “My good slut- fuck.”

The schlick sound of Eddie’s precum mixed with your spit was the only thing that could be heard. Eddie couldn’t even let out a moan, his brain completely fuzzy. 

Just before he was about to cum, you pulled off with a pop! and a mischievous smile on your face. 

“You think that’s funny?” Eddie used his strength to push you onto your back, his body pressing into yours. He grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “I asked you a question.” 

“So funny.” You pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, tracing your fingers down his chest. “Don’t you think it’s funny?” 

Eddie gripped the undersides of both your thighs, pushing them back until your legs were pressed to your chest. He had you folded up as if you were a pretzel, and you loved it. “Let’s see how funny you find it when you’re begging me to cum.”

You bit your lip in anticipation for what would come next. Eddie was the only one who could leave you speechless, snatching your breath away. He was a box of surprises.

He tapped the hefty tip of his cock to your clit, a whine escaping your lips. “Eddie…” You were desperate to feel him inside you, to feel his cock throb and ruin your hole.

Playfully, he scoffed and smacked at your thigh. “Look, you’re already begging for it.” He slowly slid just the tip into your soaked pussy, letting you get a small taste of what was about to come. “God dammit, you’re always so tight for me.”

You grabbed at his forearms, trying to hold yourself as best as you could. He was barely inside of you and your body was already craving more, wanting him to ruin you. “Please fuck me. Can’t you feel how bad I need it?”

Eddie dropped your legs, giving you a chance to wrap them around his waist and pull him deeper inside you. “Oh my god, yes. Just like that, Eddie.” 

Your eyes closed slowly at the feeling of him filling you up, balls deep.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” His teeth were clenched, your pussy clenching his cock and taking him for all he had.

He slowly pulled out, only to quickly slam back in. His thrusts were knocking the wind from your body. The only thing you were able to do was to grip at the van floor behind you, looking for anything to steady yourself.

“Yeah, fucking take it.” Eddie rested his forehead against yours, watching closely as your face showed just how much you loved his cock driving into pussy. “This is what you wanted, huh?”

“Uhuh! I wanted it so bad.” It felt like you were on fire, Eddie’s cock hitting the right spot each time.

You felt his ringed hand grip at your neck, giving it a tight squeeze just enough to cut off some of your air. “Say my name.” 

“I-,” your mind was blank, the only thing you were able to focus on was the pleasure coursing through your body.

“I fucking said,” Eddie pulled out and slammed back in, this time hard enough to jolt your body. His balls squished against your ass. “Say my fucking name.”

Your nails raked down his back, red lines following them. “Eddie, fuck.”

He laughed sadistically, his hand slapping at your cheek. It stung, but you liked the pain. 

“I can’t hear you, pretty girl.” Eddie gripped your chin and forced your eyes to look at his face. His hair was a sweaty mess and his cheeks were flushed. “I want everyone inside that bar to know who is fucking you so good for everyone- shit, for everyone to know who you belong to.” 

The second he let go of your chin and pinched at your clit, you let out a throaty moan of his name. “Eddie! Baby, oh my-.” His name fell from your lips over and over like a prayer. The melodic mewls only fueled his need, you were his favorite tune

“That’s my good girl.”

You could barely hold it on any longer, the pleasure flooding your body. Your orgasm was fast approaching, your toes curling and your legs shaking around Eddie’s waist; but he wasn’t having it, not yet.

He quickly pulled out, just as your pussy gave him one last clench. You were trying to catch your breath enough to complain to him. 

“Not that funny now, is it?” He gave you a toothy grin before leaning down and giving you a wet kiss. 

You bit his bottom lip, hard enough to probably draw some blood. Eddie groaned inside his mouth, loving the feeling of you biting his lip and his mushroom tip cock nudging at your clit. 

As your tongue rolled against his, you tangled your fingers into his hair, giving a nice tug. His teeth pulled at your bottom lip and let it plop back into place. 

“Can I cum now?” You reached between the two of your sweaty bodies to grab his cock, softly massaging the tip. “Don’t you want to feel it?” You batted your eyelashes at him knowing he can’t resist when you do it. 

With ease, Eddie grabbed the curve of your hip and flipped you over. Your knees now pressed to the floor and your ass pointed into the air. 

Eddie’s hand ghosted over the globe of your ass, smoothing your supple skin. “Never gonna get over this view.” He raised his hand back and gave you a nice spank, making you whine and squeeze your eyes shot and the slight sting. “Can’t wait to see this bouncing on my cock.”

You swayed your hips back and forth, barely feeling his cock against your skin. Just the brush of his cock against your clit was enough to make your skin crawl in such a good way.

“I need you inside me,” you reached between your legs and grabbed at his cock, running it through your folds. Your mouth went dry at how sensitive you were, feeling as if you might already cum. “Just want to be full of your cum.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie swatted your hand away and grabbed at your hips. He pulled you back and lined himself up perfectly with your wet and needy hole, sliding in until his balls were pressed right against your clit. “Shit-“

You hid your face in your hands, muffling your sounds. “Yes, you fill me so good!” Eddie’s cock fit perfectly inside you, this position making him hit deeper than before.

“Don't be so shy now. You weren't when you were begging for my cock, pathetic slut." His rough hand grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your head by it so he can hear you clearer. "Now, if you want to cum, I’m gonna have to hear you, sweetheart."

You let out a soft whine when Eddie slowly pulled out of your pussy, leaving just the tip in. You could feel each vein on his cock and just how it throbbed for you. 

With his other hand, Eddie grabbed your hip and pulled you down into his cock, letting out a groan. “T-told you I wanted to see your ass bounce.”

Slowly, you rolled your hips, looking for any sort of rhythm. You were so ready to cum before, but you knew if you even tried it without permission, it would make things harder for you. 

“Y-you’re so deep.” Each bounce or roll of your hips was sending Eddie’s cock right into your g-spot. Your toes were curling and you clenched around his cock, hoping to make him stay right at that spot. 

“Fuck, squeeze my cock just like that, baby.” Eddie pressed his sweaty forehead against your back. He placed gentle kisses along your skin, his teeth scraping at it just a bit. “Being so good, taking my cock like a good girl.”

That name had you letting out a pornographic moan, like your breath was being pulled from your lungs. “Say that again, please…” 

“What?” Eddie knew what you meant, he just wanted you to wait longer. 

He kissed his way up to your ear, his teeth now nibbling on your earlobe. He lowered his voice, just enough that it was barely a whisper. “Good girl.” 

Just as the words left his mouth, he thrusted into you. He wasn’t letting up either. His hips were pistoning, his cock driving into you, making you drop all over him and mess a mess. 

“Yes! Right there, Eddie- oh my god.” You could feel it, feel your orgasm coming. “Please let me cum! I-.” Your thighs were shaking, not able to finish your sentence.

Eddie was just out of breath as you, your pussy was taking him for all he had and he was willing to give it. “Tell me who you belong to again, baby.” He wrapped a hand around your body and quickly found your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles. “Tell. Me.” 

“I belong to you!” You barely finished your sentence before your whole body shook. You could feel yourself squirt onto his cock, all over his balls, and down your legs. The burn in your throat from moaning didn’t hurt, pleasure consuming you. The feeling didn’t stop, even after your vision had gone completely blurry. 

You clenched around Eddie’s cock as you came, pulling the deepest groans from him. “Milk my fucking cock, baby.” The grip he had on your hair tightened and you knew he was close. “Gonna fill you up, I know you’d like that.”

He throbbed inside you, your pussy milking just like he said. "You don't even have to answer. You're just a needy slut who wants to be nothing but cumdrunk." Somehow through all this, he kept his composure. His own orgasm is important to him now.

You nodded your head, your voice too hoarse from before. 

One more slam of his hips had Eddie spilling into you, filling you completely up until it was dripping out of you. “F-fucking take it.” He let go of your hair and grabbed both of your hips, digging his nails into the skin. “Just like that, y-yeah.”

He stayed inside of you until he had nothing left, being too weak to move. 

You fell to the van floor below you, your body spent and your pussy sore. “That- that was amazing.” You slowly turned your head to the side and saw Eddie smirking down at you, his eyes droopy and his skin red. “You’re amazing.” 

Eddie slowly pulled out and watched his cum drip from your pussy, a proud smirk on his face. “Don’t think we’re done just yet.” He looked for the clothes that had been thrown around earlier. “But we should get out of here before someone calls the cops from all the screaming you’ve been doing. 

“We aren’t done?” You looked at him with confusion written all over his face. Hadn’t you proved to him that you belong to him already or was he just toying with you and your pussy?

He leaned over and kissed your forehead, a total contrast to all the things he had just done to you. “Oh no,” he shook his head and laughed at the dumbfounded look on your face. “We aren’t going to be done until you’re crying on my cock and begging me to stop.”

As sore as you were, you felt yourself get wet all over again just from the thought of what he had planned. You were in for a long night, but you and your body are always willing to take whatever Eddie had in store.

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[kazutora-kurokawa]

Kazutora Relationship Headcanons

♡ SFW & NSFW, Timeskip!Tora, afab!reader, oral->fem receiving, sex, fluff ♡

note: Kazutora brainrot go brrrr ✨

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♡ He's clingy asf, big on pda too

♡ Loves when you call him Tora or say he's your tiger (he lowkey gets bricked up from it)

♡ Doesn't put your relationship out there at first because he's scared for your safety/doesn't want to put you at risk of being attacked (by Kisaki the big bad clown 🤡)

♡ Talks about you to Chifuyu 24/7 (Chifuyu is sick of your name at this point)

♡ You go with him when he visits Baji 's grave to provide emotional support (you're his emotional support human)

♡ He feels the most comfortable when he's with you

♡ Like I mentioned in my oral headcanons, he is touch and affection starved and you got him whipped

♡ You make him want to take better care of his mental health (you inspired him to go to therapy)

♡ NSFW (with a dash of fluff) ♡

♡ Loves eating you out, you could fix this man a michelin star, Gordon Ramsey level meal and he would still decide that you're the best dish

♡ For sure a switch, an absolute sub when he's really needy tho

♡ Will do literally anything you tell him to. Want him to be rougher? He's breaking the bed like that scene in the twilight saga. Want to peg him? He'll buy you a strap! Wanna have a threesome? Nah that's off limits, he wants you all to himself 😭

♡ Madly in love (obsessed) with you and sees sex as a super intimate bonding moment between you two

♡ His moans are angelic and you can't convince me otherwise

♡ Loves when you pull on his hair, he won't say anything but you can tell (his dick twitches when you do it)

♡ You were each other's first 🤭

♡ The tip is sensitive (he whimpers when he puts it in fr 😫)

♡ He damn near cried when you let him hit it raw (wrap it before you tap it guys, safe sex is hot)

♡ Likes to leave hickeys and bite marks on you, especially on your thighs while he eats you out

♡ Loves when you kiss the beauty mark under his eye and when you kiss the side of his neck where his tattoo is

♡ Would get immediately bricked if you told him you wanted to get a tattoo to match his

♡ Will absolutely fold if you call him pet names (call him your husband and you won't be leaving the bedroom for a while)

♡ Likes sloppy kisses (bonus points if you give him sloppy kisses on his dick 🤭)

♡ Likes positions where he can see your pretty face

♡ 100% a pleaser during sex, makes sure you cum before him

♡ Will fuck you when you're on your period (a little blood on the sword doesn't bother him)

♡ Last few are a bit more fluffy ♡

♡ Would definitely get a piercing or another tattoo if you asked him (the type to get your name tatted on him)

♡ He buys you pads/tampons, pain meds, and your favorite snacks when you're on your period (I headcanon him as having a good memory, so he for sure keeps track of your cycle)

♡ Gets excited when your cycle is late (he thinks you're pregnant and he lowkey really wants to start a family with you)

♡ Wanted to marry you the moment he laid eyes on you (it sounds crazy because it is)

♡ Bro is whipped real bad, pussy got him in a chokehold fr

[7ndipity]

Hobi Nsfw Headcanons

Hobi x Reader

Warnings: +18 mdni, Smut, Mentions of oral, hair pulling, unprotected sex, not proofread

A/N: Posting a little later than I wanted to today, but we’ve made it to Hobi!

Masterlist

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He’s a textbook switch. You take the lead, he takes the lead? He doesn’t care, so long as you’re both feeling good, he’s happy(tho he can’t deny how hard it makes him when you take charge, sneaking your hands under his clothes as you push him against the wall/bed).

As loud as he normally is, he’s surprisingly quiet in bed, sticking mainly to low grunts and groans as he rambles breathlessly about how good you feel or asks what you need. He’s also very giggly during sex(are we surprised?)

He has a pretty high sex drive I think, needing to get off at least three or four times a week, even if it’s just a few quickies with you or with his own hand(lowkey think he’d be into mutual masturbation).

Partially for that reason, he’s really into sex in random places; the kitchen, the car, the shower(this one is his personal fav), the studio, Jungkook's guest room, wherever you’ll let him have you, he’ll take it!

Loves experimenting and trying out new things with you, whether that’s toys/accessories or different scenes and dynamics, his favorites tho are cuffs/restraints and sensory deprivation(both giving and receiving).

He really likes teasing and edging, tho playing with you tends to make him almost as needy and desperate as you are, leading to him fucking you til you’re both erring on the side of overstimulation.

(Fr tho, I think he has a bit of a pain kink. Like, pull his hair and he will have to fight not to cum on the spot.😏)

This is kinda a given for all of rapline, but he’s an absolute menace with his tongue; super sloppy french kisses, the messiest head, even just dragging and trailing it along your skin and turning you into a quivering mess(loves cumming in you and then cleaning it out with his tongue)

Lowkey has a breeding kink, tho he won’t call it that. Constantly running his mouth when he’s close to cumming like “Gonna fill you up, give you all my babies.”

Big fan of dirty talk in general, he loves telling you everything he wants to do to you or how much he loves all the noises you make. He’ll do it when you’re out with friends just to watch you struggle to keep your expresion under control and not blush.

Even when he’s not with you, he’s sending texts like “Missing your mouth on me rn” “wear your white lingerie set tonight, I wanna ruin my little angel”

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[wormdebut]

17

Hi there anon! Thank you for your number! #17 on my Spotify Wrapped is 18+ by Scene Queen. This song is actually very fucking personal to me. I won't go into detail but fuck shitty dudes in shitty rock bands doing shitty things. ON THAT NOTE this blurb is truly a bunch of Steve being heart eyes at his rockstar husband but TW for mention of shitty rock dudes in shitty rock bands being shitty. (NOT Eddie or Corroded Coffin whatsoever) Nothing is explicit but take care of yourselves always. ----

"No. I don't care if it's true or not, Steph! The second some shitty fucking allegations come out like that? They're off my fucking tour. No questions asked. If someone says Greg fucked around then I'm sure as hell, not keeping him around long enough for it to happen again."

Steve hadn't planned on waking up to Eddie screaming down the line to his manager, but alas--such is the life of a being a rock god's husband. Steve runs his hand over his eyes and zeroes in on Eddie pacing their hotel room.

"--multiple allegations Stephanie! No way in hell. They're just the opening act. I'll talk to the guys, we will extend our set. I'll talk to Chrissy and she'll extend her act too. Call that asshole's manager and tell them that we are dropping them." Eddie huffs and Steve isn't entirely sure what's going on but Eddie is red with anger.

"Baby." Steve breathes out, just to let Eddie know he's joined the land of the living. Eddie head snaps over to look at Steve, and he smiles--it's a small thing, but it makes Steve's insides feel all warm and fuzzy, cause even when Eddie is so clearly fuming Steve can help him feel at least a little bit better.

Eddie sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, I got so heated Steph, just take care of this, please? I want them off the tour. Yeah okay--alright. Yeah--" Eddie laughs, "Sure, Steph, I'll tell him. Okay. Thank you. Talk soon." Eddie pulls out his airpod and throws it on the table.

"You know you'll lose 'em if you don't put them back in the case like a normal sane person, baby." Steve says, as he sits up in bed.

Eddie walks over to him and burys his face into Steve's neck. "I'm not a normal sane person, princess." Eddie mumbles from his hiding spot and Steve runs a hand through his hair.

"So…" Steve starts, "did you wanna--talk about whatever that was?" Eddie groans into Steve neck before pulling back.

"I fucking hate shitty ass rock dudes being fucking gross as hell and I won't allow gross ass shitty ass nasty ass posers anywhere near our fan base." Eddie spits and Steve just nods. Eddie continues, "Our opener? A bunch of fucked up shit came out about them and I refuse to let bullshit like that anywhere near the space that Corroded Coffin has crafted over ten fucking years."

Steve can't help but smile at that. Eddie prided himself on creating a place where his fans could be themselves, go to a concert and feel safe. He felt ridiculously proud of his husband. He says as much and Eddie scoffs--not at Steve, he knows, but he scoffs all the same.

"I appreciate that babydoll, but it's not about me. It's about keeping people safe." Eddie says and Steve nods. He's still proud of him, regardless.

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Steve stands backstage watching as Eddie's best friend finishes up her set and feels arms wrap around his waist. He smiles leaning back into Eddie's (very naked--aside from a leather harness) chest and Eddie plants a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

"God, what if I just stay here and hold you all night instead of performing." Eddie whispers into Steve ear and while that does sound tempting--

"I don't think this very sold out venue of metal heads would be too pleased with me." Steve looks up and fuck, his rock star husband is the prettiest. He leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips. He can't get over this morning, how quick Eddie was to drop a shitty band without a second thought to keep people safe.

Steve turns around in Eddie's arms and wraps his arms around him, squeezes.

"I'm proud of you Eds. I'm always fucking proud of you, but thanks for keeping these people's scene as safe as you can."

Eddie looks at him, with stars in his kohl-lined eyes. "I love you baby, you know that right?"

Steve leans up to kiss him again. "Yeah, darling, I know. And I love you."

Eddie kisses him one more time before stepping back, just in time for Chrissy to come running from the stage. She looks from Eddie to Steve and then back to Eddie with a big manic grin. "The crowd is fucking nuts tonight Eds. You gonna say something?"

Eddie smirks at that. "Of course I am. If I'm not screaming lyrics, I'm screaming about something else." They all laugh at that and the stage lights go dark, Eddie leans down again to plant a kiss to Steve's temple, whispering a quick 'love you', before heading out to the stage.

Chrissy grabs a water bottle and leans back against a beam to watch Eddie and the band from side stage with Steve, like they do every night.

After the opening song Eddie surveys the screaming crowd.

"You sound fucking amazing Orlando. But, before we get into this next song I have something I need to fucking say--If you ever see shitty ass rock dudes in shitty ass rock bands asking you to show them your tits for backstage passes, I want you to spit right in their fucking faces and yell FUCK YOU!"

The crowd goes wild as Eddie preaches about safety in the scene and Steve can't help but fucking grin. He's pretty damn proud of his man.

[poppy-metal]

uH my dirtiest thought about eddie & is a modern pornstar au i was thinking of writing where steve is known for softer stuff (like owen gray), you're known for something similar (good girl stuff, nothing crazy but known for having a great body + excellent moans), and eddie is RENOWNED for being an amazing dom. when u announce a collab with the both of them, there are whispers amongst ur fans in the "one of these things is not like the other" vein where it's like ??? what could this be. yeah turns out u + steve wanted to break into hardcore stuff so it's like an hour long film with the both of them torturing you in the most delicious way possible - edging you with a vibe, sitting on a sybian while you suck their cocks, speaking over you as if you aren't there, fucking your ass open so both of them can come inside of it, spanking you until you're sobbing...all of it. beforehand they make sure you get your make up done so throughout you slowly see the setting spray lose its grip and mascara + eyeliner is running down your face. once the cameras stop, though, the aftercare is immaculate - cold water, cuddles, praise, snacks, rubbing your body through the shakes. im obsessed w pornstar eddie what can i say (i also think steve deserves to get his rocks off in a tight pussy. he probably deserves it or whatever)

LUKISSSS

no bc....dom eddie, switch steve, n sub reader....think abt it often. thinking of eddie coaching steve on how to be harder on you. "gonna let er' talk to you like that, big guy?" all while stroking steves heavy cock and kissing his neck. "know you have it in you, stevie. dont you wanna turn that little ass out?"

when you get the first spank you yelp, and kick your feet out, whining and crying about how it hurts. steve is ready to apologize, ready to turn to the cameras and ask to cut the scene when he sees the way your cunt drips.

its a blur after that. a blur that leaves your ass stinging and your jaw aching from abuse, ends with you spread eagle on the bed with your hands and feet chained to four corners as steve and eddie take turns fucking into your sloppy cunt.

you're all puffy and dripping and your lips and clit are enflamed from the constant onslaught of stimulation its taken.

eddie fucks you and you're so out of he doesn't bother talking to you, "cunts like this break in so easy. not such a good girl now, huh? anyone could just slide right in, use this little hole like a fleshlight." he leans into you, kisses your ear, nd says, just so you can hear, "you're being so good, baby. taking this so well, better than i ever imagined."

n when its steves turn, n hes spreading that creamy pussy open on his cock and pounding into you, hard and deep, you can't do anything more than just lay there and take it. eddie isn't helping, kissing and biting at his neck, murmuring "you've been such a good dom, honey, just need to fill her up. you're gonna, huh? cum inside that little pussy, make it all sloppy."

n steves gasping, gripping your hips as he drags his cock in and out, "uh huh." he groans, "g-gonna give it to her. gonna make her take it- feels so fucking good, oh my god this is such a good cunt-"

its like all three of you have forgotten you're on camera. and that's what makes it so fucking good.

[gemini-sensei]

I literally had to send this in or I would explode.

I keep imagining that one of the guys gets off work and goes to the grocery store right after. Reader needed something for dinner that she forgot to pick up when she was there the last time. He's busy grabbing whatever it is so he can go home faster.

He's almost done when this skimpy little bitch starts trying to talk to him. He's trying to be nice and just get her off his back so he can check out. Next thing you know she’s basically all over him.  She’s trying to touch them and get up on him.

Suddenly out of no where she is being pulled off of him. It's Reader who looks pissed. For a moment he thinks “Oh shit please don't think I was into this weird crazy chick that was just all over me.” he's surprised that within a split second she is right next to him, and now his wife is all over him.

“What the fuck where you trying to do to my HUSBAND?!?”

“Lol sorry but I didn't know he was married.”

Reader grabs his hand which has a thick wedding band on his finger, she puts her own ring next to it. She's fucking pissed pissed.

Reader then says “Yes he's married and his kid/a are at home waiting for him.”

(please I would die if it was Hawk or Miguel because Reader would be like “his twins / triplets”)(don’t worry someone is watching the kids while Reader is out, she meant to text him that she was going to go pick what they needed up herself last minute but clearly he didn’t get the text.)



The chick doesn’t even seem that bothered that she caused a scene in the grocery store trying to hit on a clearly married man.

Reader ends up checking them out and they hurry off to her car. Her husband is trying to explain what happened.

Reader doesn’t even care because the next minute she has his pants and boxers down and is sucking his dick from the passenger side. It’s sloppy and messy. Super loud and wet, filling the whole car with her loud slurping and gagging. She moans around him every other sexy while she licks and sucks how fat dick. His eyes are rolling back in no time as she works him over in her mouth. His eyes are basically rolling with a few good minutes. He busts a nut right in her mouth. She smirks as she pulls off him and is about to look him in the eye and swallow his nice fat load. But she looks outside the front car window and sees the chick from inside the store. It’s almost as if Reader had luck on her side when her and the woman make eye contact.

Reader looks her right in the eyes as she opens her mouth and shows of her husbands nice white cum on her tongue. She gulps it down before smirking and pulling her husband into a sloppy kiss.

The women is completely shocked and embarrass as she runs off to her own car.

Reader is just on a huge ego trip at this point.

Sensei-Venus✨💕

🤭🤭 @sensei-venus I haven't stopped thinking about this for the last 2 days and it's just- ahhhh! I love it. The way Reader takes control of the situation and puts the other lady in her place.

I can see Miguel and Demetri getting super uncomfortable in that sort of situation, not wanting to be rude to the woman or yell at her or anything like that, but just trying to ignore her. And when his wife sees how visibly uncomfortable he is, it fuels her anger because isn't it obvious her hubby is uncomfortable? You see how good he looks but you can't see how put off he is?

Robby would ignore her for a bit until it became unbearable. He'd put up his tough guy armor and tell her to buzz off, but she thinks he's just playing hard to get. Please take the hint. He's so tired of it by the time Reader pulls her off of him that he's visibly exhausted. Not to mention Robby's feelings around cheating and how he'd never do that to Reader. So he's just feeling icky, but no worries babe. Reader makes him feel so much better.

Hawk is annoyed to no end, but keeps.it underwraps because he doesn't wanna cause a bigger scene. He's stone cold the whole time this other lady is all over him, trying to shrug her off as if she were nothing more than a chip on his shoulder. He thinks it's pretty hot when his wife comes out of nowhere and looks ready to deck the lady, ngl. He's all for the little.revenge stunt too at the end, watching his wife stare the other woman down and showing off how good she makes him feel with a warm load in her mouth. He revels in his spiteful, grumpy wife so long as her anger isn't focused on him.

[active-mind-15]

I've got some more chronic Akashi brainrot for y'all...

I had re-watched parts of Last Game not too long and I remember the scene after Team Vorpal Swords won when Riko's dad bought a bunch of snacks and drinks for everyone to celebrate. While eating, Midorima asked Akashi (referring to the haphazard way snacks were spread across the table), "Are you sure you're okay with something so sloppy, Akashi?" And Akashi looked at him and said, "What are you talking about? We used to sit around and celebrate like this in middle school all the time."

It really stuck in my head for a reason I kinda mentioned the other day, when I was talking about Akashi's dynamic with Hayama. I won't explain that entire post, but I was mainly discussing how Hayama is touchy with Akashi but Akashi never minds, and the last sentence of my post regarding that was, "Akashi seems to be very unfazed whenever he's manhandled by his Rakuzan teammates which shows that he was never really that uptight about people touching him to begin with and people just assumed he was". This brings me to the main topic of this post: Akashi Seijuro and the assumptions the KNB cast has about his personality.

As I love to point out on this godforsaken app, Akashi has been done dirty by every adult in his life with the exception of his mother. So much of what went wrong in his 3rd year at Teiko was due to high expectations and the idea that Akashi was not allowed to be anything less than perfect at whatever he did, but at the root of all of this are assumptions.

False assumptions that he was able to handle such a heavy workload. False assumptions that he was ready to be captain in his second year. False assumptions that he was coping with stress well. False assumptions that he wasn't already cracking before he even enrolled in Teiko. He was let down so many times by so many people because people assumed he was okay when he wasn't and hadn't been for YEARS.

And I think it's a big reason as to how and why the rest of the Teiko gang unintentionally isolated Akashi back in middle school. They put Akashi on a pedestal and assumed that there was some sort of invisible barrier between him and the rest of the team. In the same way when, during Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi would stick his nose up at... eating chips and drinking juice with the homies... everyone has this idea that Akashi is more haughty than he actually is? Akashi isn't haughty at all. In fact, the Replace Plus Chapters highlight the fact that he's the complete opposite. This boy saved a baby in one chapter, and as the mother of the baby profusely thanks him, he says "Anyone could have done that." As if he didn't showcase superhuman reaction time and reflexes by pulling a baby out of a runaway stroller coming down a hill at high speed right before the stroller was obliterated by an oncoming truck. 💀

These assumptions make even less sense when Akashi has already shown people how much he doesn't want to be put on a pedestal. Again, back to the scene in Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi wouldn't be down for the "sloppy" afterparty, but Akashi had to remind Midorima that they'd already done things like that in middle school. Momoi has cute nicknames for every member of the Teiko gang except Akashi, who she refers to simply as "Akashi-kun". Maybe that was her assuming Akashi would never accept being called by a cute nickname. Never mind the fact that he already was being addressed as "Akashicchi" and "Aka-chin" by Kise and Murasakibara, respectively, and then later was being addressed as "Sei-chan" by Mibuchi. And you can't even argue that she didn't want to make Akashi uncomfortable, because Midorima has outwardly expressed before that he didn't wanna be called "Midorin" but Momoi just kept calling him that.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they're shitty friends for doing this. I just think that there was a lack of communication within the Teiko gang, and in an attempt to respect what they assumed were Akashi's boundaries, they unintentionally excluded Akashi from activities that he would absolutely participate in if he had just been given the chance.

This post is long asf so I'll just conclude here, but one of my delusional headcanons for the Teiko gang post-Extra Game is that Akashi becomes more open with them about how he feels and also about wanting to be included in more of their activities, and so he finally gets to experience having a regular hangout with friends like a regular teenager. I just think he deserves that so bad after feeling alone for so many years.

[romanarose]

Partner in Crime

Frankie Morales x fem!reader

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Summary: You can't always orgasm, and pressure to cum makes things worse. Frankie is willing to experiment, after accidentally hurting your feelings.

Warnings: struggles to orgasm, pressure to orgasm, a lil angst, piv sex, safe PIV sex (wrap it up!), use of sex toys. I think that's it?

Frankie and Marc are neck and neck for the WIP poll so i just went with frankie!

First time writing a one shot for Frankie! I have a series with him and a OC, a FishBen fic, and Frankie in the Triple Frontier orgy series but no Frankie x reader centered.

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“F-Francisco, ffuuuuuccckk” You cry out for your husband, holding his sweaty, broad, hot shoulders as he fucks into you.

“Tan bonita, hermosa, linda.” Frankie presses wet kisses into your neck, passionate and fucking loud. Frankie liked it sloppy, and that reflected in the way he kissed. “Want you to cum, baby” He pleaded with you. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You could feel him in your stomach, penetrating through every inch of you, and you could feel the warmth in your tummy. He never failed to make you feel good, so, so good. Feeling good wasn’t the problem.“Frankie, I don’t know if it’s gonna happen tonight, baby.”

“You can do it” He encouraged you.  He continues thrusting at a pace he knows you enjoy, playing with your swollen and over-stimulated clit, mouthing and kissing over every part of you, desperate to bring you to completion. “I know you can, beautiful girl, you can be a good girl for me, can’t you?”

Just like that, your stomach sinks, and all chances of you orgasming tonight went out the window. That hurt. “Frankie, just cum, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine if you don’t get off, hermosa.” There was the slightest bit of bite in his voice, irritation you knew wasn’t at you, but at himself more than anything. It was his pride, no matter how many times you try to explain that your struggles to orgasm had nothing to do with his ability to pleasure you.

“Frankie, stop.” You slap at his arm, wanting him off and away from you.

Frankie stopped immediately, getting off of you and sputtering out half-sentences about how he was sorry and asking if you were okay. You were fine, physically and mentally. Nothing hurt and he didn’t trigger anything… but he hurt your feelings.

Furious, you scramble off the bed, tears pricking at your eyes as you grab your robe and Frankie tries to follow after you, keeping a respectful distance.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I just wanted to-”

“Go away!” You go to the bathroom, ready to shower the whole scene off of your body and fume under the hot water for a while. Eventually, you and him would have to talk about it. You always talked about things, that’s how after 5 years and a baby and a disastrous week in Colombia you were still happily married… So you showered off as much anger as you could, working through your thoughts as your fingers worked through your hair. 

As far back as you could remember, ever since your first experimentations with your own fingers, you couldn’t reach orgasm for years, men going down on you just giving up. Hell, you didn’t even cum for the first time until your 20’s, and it wasn’t until the wonderful man that was Francisco Morales came into your life that you actually climaxed from a man. You had faked a lot in the early years of your relationship, embarrassed with yourself, but Frankie caught on the more he got to know you, and eventually called you out on it. After that day, you promised not to fake it. 

He knew not to bother you in the shower, unless invited. This was your place to relax, to exist alone, to just be you. When you and Frankie argue, which admittedly is pretty rare, if the issue isn’t going anywhere you often find yourself showering, and when you are done, you’re usually ready to have a better conversation. Frankie is too, taking on a few different coping mechanisms he learned in rehab to calm himself as you do so in the shower.

When you get out, however, your daughter is up from her nap, and Frankie is busy getting dinner ready while she babbles about her friends in preschool. As you walk in the kitchen, scooping up your baby, Frankie smiles at you and nods. ‘We’ll talk tonight.’

Frankie put her down for bed that night after a long and happy evening together as a family. Another reason you two are so strong together, you don’t let issues get in the way of family time.

When Frankie walked into your bedroom, he gave you a soft smile, his large, puppy dog eyes crinkling at the corners, showing his age, an age he never thought he’d get to in a happy life he never thought he’d have. “Would you like to start first, hermosa?” Frankie offers you the chance to explain how you feel first.

You nod. “I don’t like when you put pressure on me to cum like that, Frankie. Telling me I’d only be your good girl if I cum.” Your vision started to blur as your eyes began to fill with tears. It frustrated you, being unable to have a normal conversation without crying, but Frankie knew better than to swoop in and hold you at the first sign of emotions, he knew you wanted to be able to have a conversation.

“I didn’t mean it like that, baby”

“But it felt like you did!” Your voice raised only a bit, and you made a mental note to tone that down. “You know how much that gets me, you know how much I w-wanna b-b-b-be your g-good girl…” 

Frankie knew better than to swoop in at the first sign of emotions, but when you cried, your little lip quivering, he couldn’t help it. “Oh bebita…” He took you into his strong arms, firm and steadfast, the fat of his stomach pressing against yours in the way that always comforted you. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like that, but I promise you, you are always my good girl, and I swear I’ll never make that contingent on whether or not you cum.”

“It really hurt my feelings, I can’t control it!” You cry into him, not so much because you are sad or hurt, but pent up sexual frustration. “Please don’t put pressure on me to orgasm, baby, it doesn’t help.”

Rubbing your back, Frankie soothed you, the simple smell of him enough to calm your senses. “I know, I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m sorry, I’m so, so, sorry beautiful.”

You knew he was. “I forgive you, Frankie.” Pulling back, you hold his handsome face in your hands. “Thank you for apologizing. Baby, I need you to know I love making love to you, even if I don’t cum, and I don’t want you to not orgasm just because I don’t that time. It makes me feel close to you, it makes me feel good physically and mentally, and there are benefits to it even without finishing. And it has nothing to do with your abilities. It’s just something with my body or my mind that makes it hard, it doesn’t mean either of us are wrong.”

With a gentle kiss on your lips, Frankie nods. “I understand, I’ll do better, I promise. As long as you are happy, I’m happy.”

Things were great after that. You find you cum more with less pressure, and the more Frankie was able to let go of the idea his manhood rested on making you cum, the more you reached climax. Still, you knew Frankie wanted more for you. Not for him, but for you. 

It was a few months in when Frankie was once again fucking into you deeply and he slowed his movements, asking if he could try something he bought. You said sure, always down for an adventure, but your heart sank a little when you saw the wand vibrator. 

“Frankie, I thought we moved past-”

“You don’t have to cum” He was quick to reassure. “I just thought… well, we never tried toys before. If they help you orgasm, that’s great. If not…” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Then maybe it’ll increase your pleasure anyway?” Frankie smiled down at you, soft and gentle as he always was, and you returned it right back. 

You felt relieved, but mostly excited. You’d tried vibrators before but honestly, they were intimidating and you weren’t sure if you were using them right. “You don’t feel… weird about using a vibrator? Some guys-” 

He cuts you off with a kiss. “Some guys are fucking pussy’s, hermosa. A plastic toy isn’t my competition, it’s…” He looked at the purple wand, examining it as he thought. “It’s a little friend!” Frankie joked.

Giggling, you feel more relaxed with every second. “Frank, sweetie, if you wanted a friend here, I’m sure Santi would be happy to hop into our bed.” You tease him, and another man would be put off by the comment, but Frankie wasn’t deterred.

“Santi would hop into any bed he was invited to, let’s not get a big head here.” With a wink, he began to trail kisses up your body before encapsulating your mouth with his, tongue and spit and thrusts up into you, Frankie was all that existed right now. Well, that and your sleeping daughter in the next room, but that’s why Frankie kept his mouth over yours when he switched on the vibrator and placed it over your clit, right where he spread your pussy lips open.

“MMMPH!!” You whine into his mouth, hips bucking up at the extra sensation. 

Removing the device, Frankie checks in. “Too much?”

“Just right, don’t fucking stop.”

“Yes ma’am”

And he didn’t. Frankie fucked you with all he had, his thrusts reaching the very depth of you, and you swore if he wasn’t wearing a condom, if he spilled into you his cum would shoot right into your woom, knocking you up with another child. The force of the vibrations was strong on the first setting, but it had several, all of which Frankie tried until you patted his hand

“First setting, baby, first one.”

He clicked it back to the first, and watched as the pleasure rolled up your body and into the very core of you, throwing your head back with the force of it.

“Oh, oh fuck Frankie, GOD, I- I think I’m- shit!”

Frankie kissed your temple, keeping a steady pace and rolling the vibrator up and down your clit. “Just focus on the feel baby, nothing else matters, just you and me. I love you so much, hermosa, nothing else matters. Let go and enjoy it.”

And you did, god damn you let go and fuck did you enjoy it, the orgasm rolling off you in pleasureful waves in a way it hadden in fucking weeks. With Frankie’s nails digging into your arms, you are vaguely aware that Frankie was cumming with you, spilling into the condom as your cunt pulsed around him.

For a while, you both just lay there, wet with sweat and cum and spit, your pussy still twitching from the force of it, and you weren’t even sure when Frankie removed the vibe from your body, but now it was just you and him together. As the air settled on you both, your sweat cooled on your skin and your body shivered, goose bumped prickling at you. Frankie noticed, of course, he always did, and even though his broad body was practically a blanket in and of itself, he pulled a real one over you. “Better?”

“Better. I should probably pee though.”

“Yeah, but let’s stay like this for a little bit…”

So you laid there, still speared of Frankie’s softening cock as you both languidly kissed each other, slow and comforting before he removed himself from you and took care of the condom in the bathroom. Oh-so careful, like he always is after sex, Frankie carries you to the toilet, kisses your head and leaves you in private to take care of business. 

When you return, Frankie is laying on the bed with open arms and an open blanket which to quickly jump into, kissing him gratefully.

“Seems like we found a cure, huh?” You joke, referencing the apparent fix to your orgasming troubles.

With a smooch to your cheek, he gently reminds you that one orgasm does not a fix make.

“First of all, I don’t like you calling it a cure, because you’re not broken.” His eyes are soft and loving; adoring, even. “Second, you aren’t a robot. It’s not about just pressing the right buttons in the right order to make you cum. This may not work next time. However…” A shit eating grin spread across his face. “It did seem to help… a lot.” Frankie wiggled his eyebrows and you playfully smacked him.

“I love you, you know…” The post-sex daze is real right now, making you feel so warm and in love, so attached to the man whose arms were around you. 

Frankie toyed with the ring on your finger. “Yeah, I had an idea.” Always one for a quip, Frankie never missed an opportunity to express his affection. “I adore you, hermosa. So fucking much.”

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[bcolfanfic]

If you have any,,, id love to hear more hcs about the intervention

*cracks knuckles* some background first (that is over-riding my wedding headcanons a lil re: the first time they see bucky post attempt- ah c'est la vie). also these were, shocking no one atp a collab effort with @swifty-fox

it comes up to begin with bc a handful of the guys decide to go hang out and muck about in nyc. ken, curt and rosie are already in the area, and croz, brady, demraco and the buckys also fly in. yayyy!!! boy time!!!

except not *yay* in that bucky's drinking has been getting. bad.

he tries hard to mask it, takes up chewing gum every second of the day to mask the smell on his breath but he's not perfect. drinks in the shower before they go out for the day with the guys, and he's off but the guys mostly chalk it up to bucky's typical buckyisms. gale maybe knows he probably isn't sober, but he's stressed and hurting and for the sake of having fun with their friends just tries to pretend he doesn't know. esp when he's not being sloppy, just a little off.

then croz walks in on bucky doing shooters (these, if you're unfaimialr) in a bathroom he had them all stop at. tries to be gentle about it- tell him he doesn't need those, if he's thirsty they can stop and get some water. but bucky snaps at him that to not talk to him like one of his kids and things escalate. they get into it and poor brady who volunteered to go see why they were taking so long in the bathroom is the one who has to break them up just like he did in bagram. war flashbacks. literally.

croz doesnt want to make much more of a scene about it so he doesnt walk out blasting what happened, but he does text gale about it. and at this point it's obvious to everyone that bucky isn't sober and i just </3. when bucky leans into gale and says he doesn't feel good gale kinda jumps at the opportunity to go back to their hotel. wants to take care of his bucky, but is also hurting and honestly a little embarassed.

then a lot of things happen that i think i'm gonna save to write in a fic but. including not limited to gale realizing bucky is hiding alochol in diff bottles when bucky asks him to grab a water from the mini fridge and is like uhhh no no not that one, not that one. and gale breaking his own heart having to help him drink when theyre back home because he almost went into full blown withdrawal trying to just up and quit cold turkey to save face.

to your actual question about the intervention, it's mostly curt's idea- that he shares on the phone when the bucks are back in wyoming. and gale is pretty much certain it's a horrible idea but he doesn't know what else to even try so he agrees. all the guys that were on the nyc trip fly out, and gale gets bucky out of the house for the morning (curt knows where their spare key is) so that the other guys can at least. get in the house without bucky physically stopping them.

but bucky knows something is up when they pull back in the driveway. sees all the cars and *knows* what this is and just looks at gale like he's committed the ultimate betrayal </3

it's a pretty rough start. curt starts talking all "should we go dig that bullet out of the wall or d'you wanna stop pretending your healing journey is over" and when bucky understandably kinda freaks at that he makes him tell the other guys what he's talking about. poor thing doesn't want to. tells curt's that not fucking fair he's such a narc, a bad friend but curt is like no. this is eating you up inside. you need to say it out loud. they're your friends. they love you. *i* love you.

ends up telling them, and that crack in the armor is enough that he's at least not snapping at all of them/letting them talk.

but it gets rough again when it's ultimatum time. croz’s is not letting him around his kids- not because he thinks bucky would *ever* hurt them, but bucky is just. a liability in a lot of ways with this and the whole point of ultimatums is that they are. tough to hear. they have to be. or they don't work.

demarco's is that if bucky genuinely refuses to get help then gale is getting on a plane with him (whether gale thinks he'd actually be able to go through with that or not he agreed to let demarco say it). and that's when bucky snaps again. talking so hard he's spitting about oh i don't even get to go back to wisconsin? just gonna leave me in wyoming to die, huh?

and gale bursts into tears </3 which is what really makes bucky break because gale *never* cries. but now he's sobbing because god bucky's trying so hard but he's still not better and he's hurting the people he loves. he's hurting them a lot.

bucky on his knees crawls to kneel in front of him and take his face in his hands "i'm sorry im sorry please don't cry, leave if you want just don't cry baby

and gale's crying telling he just wants him to listen to him and to their friends whydoy only care now cause ‘m crying- look at /them/, it’s not fair.

bucky wants to barf when he listens, turns around and looks at their friends and seems them looking back at them like *that*. but some part of him, the part that is desperate to get better feels really damn lucky to be so loved by them that they even showed up. that they want him to get better.

[seancekitsch]

Indiana Handshake: Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: slightest cucking, mama used as a nickname but no mommy kink, threesome, spitroasting, dirty shit, this is like my first time actually actually writing steve i do not count when he pops up as a passing character in eddie shit, like/love confessions, smut with feelings, three best friends exploring each others bodies

“Hey Munson, you ever kiss a girl?”

The question floats in a haze of pot smoke over Steve’s head as the three of you lounge on his basement couch. He was dozing off, completely zoned out listening to the mixtape in the deck, but now he perks up at the question.

“Do I really look that much like someone that doesn’t get any?” he retorts back, sassy and bitter. Steve opens his eyes as you cackle over the sound of the tape deck, Eddie’s response not particularly all that funny but you always get giggly after half a joint.

“No, I asked: Did you ever kiss a GIRL?”

You emphasize the word and suddenly the meaning is clear again. Its like the two of you are in your own little world, like Steve is a fly on the wall. Eddie whistles and Steve shifts on the couch, sitting up from his slouching. You’re perched on the couch, lazily laying your head on your arm on the back of the couch and gazing at them, your free hand rubbing your collarbone. That’s something Steve’s picked up on. You tend to do that when you’re thinking a lot. He wonders what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours right now with your line of questioning. Your other hand on the back of the couch is lazily scratching at Eddie’s scalp, and Eddie is practically leaning into it like a cat.

“Shit, haha,” Eddie laughs, “Why? Are you offering?”

You only shrug noncommittally and mumble a “maybe”, but you smile like the goddamn cheshire cat, like you know more than you let on.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“Well have you?”  

“No, but that could always change.”

Eddie’s talking like he knows more than he lets on, too. Steve knows when two people are flirting; he knows how this dance goes.

Steve’s neck is starting to get uncomfortable from where he’s turned it to get a full view of what’s going on.

“With who? Anne, the new bartender at the hideout?”

Eddie giggles, and mutters “you’re stupid” under his breath, and grabs your other hand from your collarbone, pulling you until you’re basically fallen into his lap.

“What if I said I was thinkin’ about you, mama?” Eddie’s voice drops, seductive and low.

Steve just stares in awe and slight confusion at the scene beside him. Did they think he was asleep? Should he go? What the fuck could he do now about his crush on you if you were going after Eddie right next to him.

You giggle again, this time a little more subdued and closer to Eddie’s face. You’re completely unashamedly looking at him like you want to tear him apart.

“I’d say you can’t handle me, big guy,” you whisper, and Eddie calls your bluff. He pulls you in hungrily, kissing you with passion Steve’s only seen reserved for Eddie’s guitar. His hands tangle in your hair while he nips at your lips, teasing and biting before delving back in with his tongue. He’s sloppy and ruthless, but fuck if this isn’t turning Steve on.

It’s turning you on too, as far as he can tell. You’ve climbed into Eddie’s lap to straddle him and your hand is now resting on his throat. Fuck. Would you do that to him if he asked really nicely? Would you be that excited to kiss him? He can feel the blood rushing to his cock and absolutely straining his pants. God, it’s fucking embarrassing how hard he’s getting watching Eddie fucking Munson make out with the girl he likes.

You moan against Eddie’s lips, and it cuts through all of the smoky haze like a knife. Fuck this, fuck. Steve can’t take it anymore.

“I’m uh, I’ll leave you two to uh…. this,” not Steve’s best exit, but he still tries to climb up from the couch as smoothly as possible as he turns away. He can get upstairs and shut himself in the bathroom and jerk himself off until the skin on his dick is raw for all he cares. He likes you so fucking much, and he can feel the old Steve basically shouting at him to do something other than this. Part of him wants to make a move, fight Eddie like some kind of macho fuckin animal, maybe even join in, who fucking knows? All he knows is that if he stays here like this he’s gonna see you the way he wants to with someone who isn’t him, and both his dick and his heart can't handle that.

“Wait, Steve,” he hears you plead quietly behind him, and he turns around maybe a little too quickly.

“You don’t, uh, you don’t have to go, dude,” Eddie offers, his voice more husky and choked than before. Your hand is still on his throat. Of course.

“And why not?”

He doesn’t intend to sound annoyed, he’s just so fucking hard and he needs to get out of here ASAP.

“Oh shit! Mama, he really was asleep.”

Okay, now Steve’s annoyance turns to confusion. He looks over to you, and your eyes are fixated on his crotch. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Your eyes flicker up to meet his gaze and all he can think of is you looking up at him like that all wide eyed while your lips are wrapped around his—

“Dude, sit down,” Eddie commands, and Steve complies, albeit uncomfortably in his too tight jeans. He spreads his legs wide to accommodate, bumping his knee into your hip in the process. He thinks for a moment about pulling it away, but doesn’t. He can’t help but notice the look you’ve been giving him the whole time.

“What did you hear?” you ask him, voice ragged like you’re trying to catch your breath still.

“Enough to know you’re going to jump Eddie’s bones in my basement,” Steve retorts, wanting to reach out and touch you too, but his hands are on his legs and trying not to clench into fists.

“Oh,” Eddie butts in, “So you didn’t hear the first part?”

Steve cocks his head to the side.

“You didn’t hear,” Eddie pitches his voice up to do a terrible impression of you, “Oh Eddie, do you think he’d go for me? Do you think he’d care I like you both?”

Eddie twirls a finger in his hair to further make fun of you, and Steve can actually feel your eyes leave him, if only to choke Eddie harder to shut him up. Eddie coughs, and you relent slightly.

“To which I said:” Eddie puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder awkwardly, “If he doesn’t want this hot little body, he definitely likes men more than I do.”

Eddie’s hand feels like a hot iron on Steve’s shoulder, searing and painful but fuck if he doesn’t slightly lean into it. Now, Steve had never really considered men. It was the year of our lord 1988 and two of his best friends were queer, but Steve himself never really though of whether he might be or not. He knows he can appreciate when a man is good looking, and he liked Eddie enough that he even doesn’t mind when they sleep in the same bed and accidentally cuddle. It feels nice in a guy’s arms. He just really never considered the option. Especially since he’s been crushing on you since Eddie introduced the two of you after spring of ‘86. You crowded his mind, took up every thought and every day when he wasn’t actively focused on keeping the teens alive and at school on time.

“Wait, wait wait wait,” Steve says, now connecting the dots and hearing the first part of what Eddie said.

“You like us both? You like… me?”

You only nod, biting your already bruised and bitten bottom lip and smiling at him.

“Dude it was obvious, she practically drools over you. She doesn’t shut up about you in the car.”

You reach out your hand, and gently place it on top of Steve’s, on the leg that’s leaning up against you.

It clicks.

Holy fuck. Is he having some kind of fucked up porno dream? Is he like, asleep and humping his couch having a weird ass wet dream right now?

“Do you ever… think of me?” It’s a loaded question and he knows it.

“Only every night,” you admit, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Do you think about both of us at once?” Eddie chimes in, and the look you give him tells him everything he needs to know. Your eyes go wide like you’re about to yell at him for telling a secret. Eddie throws his head back in laughter, and finally your hand slips off the metal head’s neck. You let a giggle slip past your lips as well, and then finally Steve let’s out a little laugh of his own.

This feels nice, this feels right even though everything tells him it shouldn’t. He likes feeling both of you touching him, he likes how easy this feels so far.

“Can I come kiss you?” You ask, and anyone else would think it was shyness, but Steve knows you better than that.

“Shit, are you gonna kiss me like you kissed Munson?” He asks, but he hopes you kiss him better.

You climb off of Eddie, who as it turns out from just one glance, is just as rock hard as Steve. Eddie’s zipper looks like it might burst he’s so hard.

Steve’s breath hitches as you plant your knees on either side of his thighs. He attempts to close his thighs a little bit, but only stops when it gets uncomfortable. His comfort stops mattering though, when your warm body slots itself over him. You rest yourself right up on his crotch, the weight of you finally the pressure he needs to relieve even a tiny bit of this tension inside him.

“You like me, too?” you ask, and he can tell this is actually two questions: do you reciprocate the feelings? And do you want to actually do this?

“Of course,” Steve answers, and captures your lips in a kiss.

Steve kisses a lot different from Eddie. Steve is slow and careful and strong. He holds you in a vice grip, like one of those men on the cover of a trashy romance novel, like an old Hollywood movie star. He parts his lips gently, working your lips open with gentle nudges and licks, his rhythm steady.

He finally licks into your lips, his tongue reaching for yours. Fuck, the amount of times he’s daydreamed for this specifically, the amount of shifts at Family Video he’s wasted just thinking about making out with you. Of course, he didn't expect Eddie to be here, but he's not upset by it. Not when you moan into Steve’s mouth like a fucking pornstar. Not when your fists are balled up into the material of his sweatshirt and gripping onto him for dear life.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Eddie sighs, and you pause kissing for just enough time to look over. Eddie’s stroking himself through his jeans, lazy drags of the heel of his palm against himself, but Steve feels the way your thighs clench against him at the sight.

“She likes lookin’ at that, Eddie. Keep goin,” Steve mutters, not at all upset that your gaze is turned to his best friend when it gives him perfect access to your neck and collarbone. Fuck, that collarbone. Every time he sees those beautiful fingers of yours go there he just wants to lick it, wants to stake some kind of claim to you with it.

He goes for it straight away, licking and sucking to the skin there, knowing it'll be a dark purple hickey by morning.

“Fuck, Steve,” You moan, and he thinks he’s done dreaming and died and gone to heaven.

He hums against your skin, teasing you again with a bite to your collarbone before his hands slip from your back to your hips.

Slowly, Steve starts moving your hips, rocking you against his lap; that slow drag of friction making both of you gasp. Steve isn’t used to being this reactive. With girls in the past, he’s cool and collected, sex basically being a series of movements that kept someone wanting to date him. He can’t deny the loneliness it’s caused him, but this feels like a whole other beast. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t gotten laid in forever, since he started liking you. Maybe it’s because the noises you’re making are so fucking pretty he’s going insane. Or maybe it’s because he has an audience… or a third party… or whatever this is about to be.

You start rocking your hips of your own accord, setting the pace for Steve; This means he gets to finally grab your ass, something he’s been dreaming of for two years now. Fuck, it feels amazing to finally have you like this on top of him. He cracks an eye open he hadn’t realized he’d shut, and fuck, the sight of you. Your head is thrown back, your throat with already forming splotches on full display, the light from the lamps streaming through your hair. This is better than anything he’d fantasized about.

“You wanna kick this up a notch, mama?” Eddie interrupts, and you grind particularly hard into Steve, making him groan in appreciation.

“What are you suggesting?” you ask, placing your hands on Steve’s shoulders for better leverage to keep grinding on him.

“You or Steve ever participated in an Indiana Handshake?”

You stop moving immediately.

“Ugh, are you fucking serious, Eddie?” you groan, “Are you really calling it that?”

Steve laughs, and pulls you in for a hug, squishing your chest into his face. He fears he’ll crack up too much if he looks at you or Eddie’s face right now.

“What do you want me to call it? Peter, Paul, and Mary? Spitroast? Eiffel Tower? Indianapolis Bus Transfer? Holy Trinity? Sportsman’s Double? Double Meat and—”

“I don’t know? Something romantic?” You cut him off, half exasperated and half laughing. Steve is definitely laughing against you, trying to hide it in your cleavage. Steve can’t help himself, Eddie’s the funniest guy he knows, even when he isn’t trying to be.

“Oh, this is going to be a romantic moment. Why didn’t you tell me earlier, mama?” He responds, voice laced in sarcasm.

“Goddamnit. I know why I like Steve, but now I’m starting to question why I like you, Eddie.”

Steve gives an appreciative thrust of his hips up into you, making you yelp. He sticks out his tongue childishly at Eddie, preening with his own pride. You like him, and he won't ever get tired of hearing you say that.

What Steve doesn’t expect, however, is for Eddie to take the opportunity to lean forward and kiss Steve square on the mouth.

Steve makes a little noise of surprise, and then even to his own shock, melts into the other man’s touch. Eddie’s kiss for Steve is just as sloppy and eager as Eddie’s kiss for you. Equal enthusiasm and passion for both of you. You like Steve and Eddie, so does Eddie like you and Steve? Steve doesn’t have time to dwell on that when you slip off of his lap and let Eddie grab Steve and pull him closer. The other man grabs him by the hip and turns him on the couch until their bodies are flush together. Steve can feel Eddie hot and hard against him, and okay, maybe Steve CAN think about a guy that way. He grabs Eddie back, pushing their hips together harder. Eddie moans, loud and wanton against Steve’s lips.

Wow.

Fuck, Steve didn’t know he could get that much more turned on, let alone by Eddie Munson’s voice.

Steve pulls Eddie in the same way he did you, the other’s slim waist is easy to pull so he can start to grind himself against him the same way he did you. Steve’s hips work slowly, his pace steady and hard. This is how he likes it, usually. When Steve jerks off, he makes a fuckin’ meal of it. When he can, he likes to take his time. He likes to feel absolutely everything. He can tell by the way Eddie’s hips stutter out of rhythm against his that Eddie likes things fast.

Steve wonders, when you touch yourself at night, are you fast or slow? Do you take your time? Do you finger yourself and wonder what his fingers feel like,  trying to fill yourself to imagine what he would be like on top of you?

Does Eddie do the same? Does he imagine his own hand is Steve’s?

“Fuck; We forgot someone,” Eddie jokes, lips still smashed against Steve’s own.

Steve looks over to you, half sat on the coffee table in front of them. You've taken your shirt off and you're leaned forward, watching them intently. You smile sheepishly at the two of them and lean away, as if you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

“Don't get shy on us now,” Steve chides, an easy and charming smile on his face. This must be the face the girls that got “King Steve” must have seen. And for good reason: it works.

“Come’ere, mama,” Eddie beckons, grabbing for your arm and pulling you down on top of them, “Lets get a look at this, huh?”

“Do they live up to expectations?” you ask, slightly getting insecure at your lack of clothing. You'd thought it was a smart idea at the time, but now that they're both so much more dressed than you, you're second guessing.

However, instead of answering, Eddie smiles like he’s got a secret and Steve turns as red as a tomato.

“What?”

“Gotta admit, last time we were over here… the hot tub…” Eddie trails off, burying his face in Steve’s neck so he doesn't have to finish his sentence.

“Oh god,” you realize, “Did you spy on me while I was changing?”

“Guilty,” Eddie mumbles against Steve’s skin.

Steve refuses to look anywhere but your black bra.

“Steve?”

“No comment,” he whispers, bringing you back to his face so he can kiss you again.

It was two weeks ago, and Steve had invited everyone of drinking age over to go in the hot tub and use the metal fire pit as he had just closed his pool for the season. Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle were all unavailable, claiming anything from work to an impromptu high roadtrip. Only you and Eddie had stumbled through his door with a bottle of cheap wine for each of you and a bag full of your bathing suits.

Steve hadn't meant to be such a peeping tom. It's just, you changed in front of the big window in his room with the lights on and the blinds open at night. At first, he wanted to rush into the house to protect your modesty. His neighbor’s creepy husband who had made more than enough comments to Robin would be able to see you if he was home. But then he was paralyzed when your top came off. Yes, he’s seen you in a bathing suit tons of times, but a bra is different, more intimate. He was panicked, because if Eddie saw him he’d never live it down. He watched the whole time you changed, his head whipping around to the neighbors house every ten seconds just in case. He got more than an eyeful.

This kiss is hungrier, and Steve’s hands have more skin to roam. He runs his big warm hand down your spine, then back up.

“Watch this,” Steve pulls away from the kiss and whispers, more to Eddie than you, and his hand on your back moves to your bra strap.

He puts two fingers, from what you can feel it's his index and his thumb, on either side of your bra clasp, and snaps. Your bra comes apart, as if his snap was some kind of magic trick. Steve slams his lips back on yours, letting the straps of your bra fall limply down your shoulders.

“Holy shit, is that the move you used in high school?” Eddie asks, and Steve only grunts against your mouth in response.

“Makes sense you got more than me.”

Eddie hands join Steve’s, one of them pulling your bra by the strap further down and hastily removing it, the other hand going straight to your ass.

Eddies hands move quickly, all of his moves feeling like he’s running out of time. And for Eddie, he always has been. Eddie, never the most desired, never the popular or wanted until extremely recently. He’s twenty two and this is the first time someone said they like him instead of just his body. He has to grasp onto this and hold on as long as he is allowed to. His hands are strong, just as strong as Steve’s hands, but calloused and his fingers move so much faster. You could never deny the way you'd openly swoon when he practiced guitar in front of you, you just always assumed he was only into men.

He was your best friend, and you weren't supposed to think of him that way. But fuck, when he showed up to your house with bruises on his wrists or hickeys on his neck? Oh, the fucking jealousy that ran cold through your veins. You always wanted to be on the receiving end of his hands and of his lips.

Steve entering the picture changed things, though.When Eddie introduced the two of you he threw the biggest monkey wrench in your world he ever could have. You had graduated with Steve, and were never on his radar. You probably didn’t want to be back then.You didn’t even understand how they were friends. How did the King of Hawkins suddenly become such close friends with a guy recently cleared of murder charges that hadn’t even graduated high school yet?

Steve charmed you almost instantly. He wasn’t the douche you and Eddie had grown up thinking he was. He was sweet, and funny, and so fucking thoughtful it hurt. You couldn’t help but fall for him. His looks didn’t hurt either. He was known for his basketball prowess, but his body showed his time as swim captain from high school.

Eddie pulls you from your thoughts by yanking you up closer in between them by the hand thats on your ass. Your mouth disconnects from Steve just long enough for Eddie to steal you, letting Steve pull your bra the rest of the way off of you and reattach his lips to your neck.

One of each of their hands immediately flies to your chest, each of them grabbing a breast. You can practically feel them sigh in relief at the contact, like they’d built up this moment for themselves in their minds and they finally got what they wanted. Eddie’s calloused hands feel abrasive, but fuck would you want that all over. Steve’s hand is so much warmer and calmer, his groping not about time but about space, wanting to feel everything he can and covering as much area as possible. His large hands palm and massage you, where Eddie moves to pinch at your nipple.

Both of them have you moaning and practically whining into Eddie’s mouth, and you need need need more of them everywhere.

“Fuck,” you gasp as you rip yourself away from Eddie. His lips chase yours, needy and wanting to keep kissing like this. Steve’s forehead bumps into your jaw but neither of you mind it.

“One of you strip, or something- fuck, I dont know,” You start rambling, “Do something!”

“You heard our girl,” Steve nudges Eddie and pulls you off of him, securing you in his own lap, “Strip for her.”

There’s a mischievous smile on Steve’s face as he positions you in his lap, making sure you can feel him on your ass as he rests his hands on your hips. Eddie stands up begrudgingly, hands already moving to remove his vest. It’s a new one, one that replaced the one lost in 86. Eddie still won’t tell you what happened to it, but either way you were happy for another craft project. You even sewed one of your own patches on there so he would ‘have a little piece of you’ when you weren’t around. The vest falls to the floor with a thud, the heavy denim and metal accents weighing it down. As Eddie moves to his shirt (actually one of Steve’s rare black clothing items that he let him borrow one day), Steve’s hands travel to the button and fly of your pants.

He works quickly to give his hands more access.

“You like what you see, mama?” Eddie teases, twirling his shirt in his hand and playfully whipping it at you like a showgirl would do.

You nod and giggle at him, and fuck if that isn’t Eddie’s favorite sound in the world. He loves what he sees right now, you on big strong Steve’s lap, already looking so desperate and needy, your eyes laser focused on him while Steve’s hand works it’s way into your pants.

Your eyes are glassy and wide, but your lip quivers desperately to hold back a moan. Steve’s got one of his hands firmly on your chest, holding you back against him. The other is in your pants, and from what Eddie can tell, in your panties and warming you up to take his fingers. Steve’s wrist is moving in clockwise circles, clear as day that his middle finger is teasing your clit. Your bare chest is heaving trying to hold yourself back so you can pay attention to him.

Eddie never expected to want a girl’s touch, let alone to have feelings for a girl. But you wormed your way into his heart, and took him by storm. How could you not? Its the classic story of childhood best friends, in those cheesy rom-coms where boys and girls can't be friends. He guesses maybe in some weird way this is just like that too. But how could Eddie not want you when you're the hottest girl (the only one he’s ever found himself attracted to) and the perfect mirror of himself? Eddie isn't religious but he knows he’s blessed to have a hot ass best friend who helps him write campaigns and plays music with him. Blessed to have a best friend who has always been in his corner fighting tooth and nail for him no matter what, a hot ass best friend that does not give a shit about either of their broken parts and tries to jam them together like a fucked up puzzle to make both of them better (and if not better than at least happier).

Eddie is less than a showman removing his socks and pants, more or less fumbling out of them like it's his first time again. He stands there panting in front of you and Steve in just his briefs, painfully hard and desperately wanting both of you to pounce on him and just take him right here. He likes that neither of you mind his scarring. Steve has his own, and you respect his secrets about how he got them. He’s fucked with a shirt on the past two years, but when he gets to have hot tub nights, and now, he gets to show himself. He’s always liked his body, always thought if people looked past his personality and reputation they could find him hot. You and presumably Steve are into both, so he puffs his chest out in pride when he undresses for you.

“Fucking handsome,” you say, even though you’ve seen most of this before. Steve takes this opportunity to tilt his hand and dip a finger into you, and you end up punctuating your sentence with a loud moan. Steve’s hand moves only with purpose, his timing impeccable for earring moans out of you like the beat of a drum;  he works your body like he was made for it. Steve’s fingers thrust just slightly off beat with the music that’s playing, just at the same rate you can manage to roll your hips and reciprocate. It’s sinful, the way you ride his fingers. 

Eddie pulls down his briefs, once off his ankles flinging them towards an empty fish tank. In Steve’s more hopeful youth, he might have had an aquarium; now it was just set decoration for whatever happens in a basement. Eddie’s cock bouces as he straightens back up to his full height, and he can’t help but feel pride at the fact that you bite down on your lip like you want to rip it off in response. 

Your hand reaches out and grabs him the second he’s within arms length, giving him a curious pump of his length. Eddie thrusts into your hand, his head falling back on his shoulders, his hair going everywhere.

Steve hooks his finger inside of you, and you yelp pitifully.

Eddie escapes your grasp, not permanently but just to sit down, plopping down on the couch next to the two of you. The pout on your face when he gently uncurls your fingers is one he’s going to remember for the next time he jerks off. Eddie’s legs splay open on the couch, his dark curly leg hair a wild contrast from his milky white skin.

Your hand finds him again almost immediately, stroking up and down his length in earnest. Eddie’s dick is larger than you expected, you muse to yourself as your fingers squeeze his length at the base.

Not that you expected him to be small, but you’ve seen him in various states of undress and tight pants since the age of twelve. You think from that you’d know what your best friend is packing.

Not that you had been looking, no. Never. You’d never watched him stretch his back and let the thin tee shirt ride up his stomach while his pajama pants rest dangerously low on those hips of his. You'd never tried to watch him from the peripherals of your vision when you go swimming in the lake- or more recently- in Steve’s pool or hot tub.

You try to stroke him in time with Steve’s fingers, fingers traveling to the head of his cock as Steve’s fingers go deeper inside of you, slowing when Steve slows, picking up the pace when Steve does. Eddie’s eyes are screwed shut, trying so hard not to thrust wildly into your hand. All he wants right now is to fuck your fist, or even better, to split you open right there on Steve’s lap before going for Steve next.

You whine, and pout as Steve removes his hand from your pants without warning, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before patting both of your hips like a dad.

“Babe, you wanna go sit with Eddie for me?” he mumbles in your ear, and now your pout is morphing into a sly little smile. You nod your head and Eddie thinks he’s going to fucking die at this point. Instead of sitting with him, you sit in front of him, sinking to your knees with the sweetest and most innocent smile he’s ever seen you have.

“Can I kiss it?” you ask, feigning coyness with that beautiful little smile. This little good girl, this fucking innocent act is doing so much for him right now. God how Eddie loves a manly man, but this sweet girl act? He’s a fucking goner, especially because its coming from his brash best friend whos unafraid to make fun of him or yell at him when he fucks up.

“Fuck,” he swears, running his hand down his face, “Please do, mama.”

Thats all the incentive you need to scoot yourself forward until you're kneeled between his feet. You reach your hand out again, but this time your lips join it. You grip the base of his dick firmly, holding him in place and perfectly positioned for you to massage right where his balls meet his shaft. You lick your lips, eyes never leaving his gaze, before pressing the sweetest little kiss to the head of his cock. Holy fuck. You kiss it again, your lips so soft and gently and velvety against his skin and he has to physically hold himself back from grabbing you and pushing your head down on his cock. He would never do that to you, unless you asked. You stick your tongue out, a testing lick to the underside of his head, and he tries to bite back a groan and fails.

Steve moves himself from the couch, standing to strip as your head finally descends on Eddie’s cock. You look fucking beautiful, your hair falling down your bare back as your head bobs up and down in Eddie’s lap. Eddie looks beautiful too, his head thrown back and his pale throat on display for Steve to want to bite into it. Steve’s eyes travel down Eddie’s form as he undoes his jeans, tracing over the scarring and tattoos that litter his chest.

Steve makes quick work of his jeans, pushing them down his muscular thighs and kicking them down the rest of the way. It's not by any means Steve’s sexiest move, but you and Eddie have definitely seen him at some of his worst and clumsiest moments, so he doesn't worry. No, hes more focused on the heaving of Eddie’s flushed chest, on the curve of your spine, and on the slick noises of your face fucking Eddie’s cock, the slight choking and sputtering and the sound of his tip hitting the back of your throat every so often.

Steve sheds his shirt just as quickly, having basically practiced for this moment every time he had to whip off his shirt in the locker rooms. Steve was an expert at the quick removal, he just didn't know he was practicing for this moment in particular. He feels like everything has led him here to you two. Every habit and every decision led him to meeting Eddie, and then you, and then to the nights where he would stay up late thinking of you all over him and even once thinking of you fucking Eddie while he watched. Steve had written that off as some weird half drunk mind trick, but now he sees it was more; he just didn't know.

Eddie cracks an eye open, having squeezed them shut when you started hollowing out your cheeks around your shaft and tried his hardest to not blow his load right then and there. When he gets a peek of Steve, his eyes shoot open, wide eyed and shameless in his staring. Steve is a tighty-whiteys guy, and for some reason thats so fucking hot to Eddie. He figures it's the same way Brad Majors is the one Eddie had a crush on when he first watched Rocky Horror. He was so into that nice all- American boy look in that movie, which felt so wrong because all of the random men he’s hooked up with- and Gareth at Gareth’s graduation party- did not sport that look at all. But maybe, subconsciously, his mind knew he would want someone like Steve somewhere down the line.

“Fuck,” you sigh, coming up for air from where you had been bobbing up and down on Eddie, your nose feeling a little raw from where it had been brushing against his trimmed pubic hair.

“Jesus, you're amazing,” Eddie praises, his hand affectionately cupping your cheek.

“Thats not my name,” you tease, and both of your boys laugh.

“Shut the fuck-” Eddie says, and then cuts himself off, staring past you. You turn your head to look at Steve, and you totally get why Eddie is so quiet now.

Steve is hung. Like, Hung hung. Both of you probably look ridiculous staring at him right now, with his eyes so wide and your mouth hanging open like a trout.

Steve is so much thicker than you expected. You had an idea of his size from the way his pants were always tight in the best way, but you had not prepared yourself for this. He had both length and girth on his side. There’s no wonder now why when Steve started hooking up in school, he immediately earned himself a reputation. There are no doubts in your mind.

“Everything okay?” Steve asks, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“Yep,” You try to force out, but it comes from your lips sounding more like a squeak than anything else.

“Had I known you look like this, I would not have skipped gym so much,” Eddie jokes, his voice shaking slightly.

“Okay guys, shut up,” Steve deadpans, doing that disapproving thing where he puts his hands on his hips, “I’m starting to get out of shape. Its not that great.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” You say as you stand up, quickly noticing you're the only one still partially dressed. You hook your fingers into your pants and panties, pulling both down at once and stepping out of them daintily as they come to your ankles. Steve takes the opportunity to playfully slap your ass the second you bend down. You jump at the contact and Eddie cracks up from his spot on the couch.

There's a bit of a pause at this point, an unsureness of what's to come. Well, you all know what's to come, but you're not sure of how. You all stare at one another, feeling their eyes rake up and down your body, your eyes darting between them. 

“So, uh,” Steve starts, now feeling the creeping of a blush bloom up his cheeks, “So how do we do… this?”

Eddie looks at Steve, and then to you.

“Well, I think she’s going to have the most, uh, activity,” He stresses that word, and you sort of just now realize what exactly you signed up for, “So I think she should decide.”

You hear Steve mumble a ‘yeah, okay, that makes sense’ as he comes to crouch down behind you, pressing the sweetest kiss to the top of your head as his big warm hands brace themselves on your shoulder.  

Your brain goes a little fuzzy for a moment. Depending on what you say, will they think you like one of them more than the other? Will they get offended? You realize in that moment just how much power you have over them. They’re letting you control this entire new situation, new waters for all of you.

“I think…” you trail off, looking between the two of them.

It’s like Steve can see the gears working in your head.

“You know what?” he asks, quick saving you like he’s done thousands of times in the past two years, “What if we get you a little more warmed up?”

You nod eagerly, leaning back into his hold on you, loving the feeling of his warm hands on your skin. You can do that. Eddie perks up at this too.

“May I make a request?” he asks, leaning forward to stroke his thumb against your cheek. You nod against his hand, because honestly you'd let him do anything if he keeps looking at you like this.

His eyes briefly leave yours to look at Steve, smiling widely at the other man.

“Can I watch him eat you out?”

You can feel Steve jolt in excitement behind you.

“Yeah,” you sigh out, knocked breathless by his request. Fuck, the amount of times you’d thought of Steve’s mouth all over you, the ways you imagine he could make you come apart on his tongue.

“How do you want us?” you ask, following up with more confidence at the thought of one of your fantasies coming true.

Eddie turns even redder than he was before, if that was even possible. The scarring on his chest and neck is even more noticeable now, the white tissue stark against his wild blushing. You know his skin would feel hot to the touch right now.

“Jesus Christ, mama, you can't just ask me shit like that. Not when you look like that,” Eddie wipes a hand down his face in exasperation.

“Sit on my face,” Steve interjects. When you turn to look at him, there’s something dark and wild in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. His pupils are blown wide and his brow is furrowed in concentration, his lips plump and open.

“Holy shit, okay,” you breathe out, light laughter in your tone. You stand up to your full height in front of Eddie and gesture for him to get off the couch. He jumps up, revealing a tattoo on his pale white ass.

“What the fuck is that?” Steve gapes, laughing and pointing at the ink.

“What?” Eddie smacks his own ass, right over the tattoo, “Doesn’t everyone have a pot leaf on their ass?”

“No!” Steve shouts, getting up to take his place on the couch, and showing off his muscular, not tattooed butt.

Eddie cracks up, taking the opportunity to pinch Steve’s ass before he lays down on the couch, making sure his head is on a cushion and not the arm rest so you can take your rightful seat.

“Steve, before you you dine…” Eddie falters, as if nervous, “Can I possibly ask to get a taste?”

“Of you?” Eddie adds, just to be clear.

“Oh!” Steve sounds surprised, “Oh uh— yeah, please, of course.”

Steve straightens out his legs, one of his calves now hanging off the arm rest on the other side of the couch and the other half off the cushion so he could get leverage with his bare foot on the floor.

You're standing awkwardly, your first bit of apprehension in all of this. You're not awkward in your nakedness or the way you've been staring at both of these men the whole time. There's no shame in that.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/n,” Steve says, not impatiently. He’s still looking at you just as intensely, with his eyes mapping your body, darting around like they're trying to memorize every detail.

“Okay,” you say, shakily, still hesitating.

Eddie notices the shift in your confidence and basically jumps to you, his arm coming around you to reassure you.

“Hey, whats going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks, and Steve pushes himself up to lean up on his elbows, ready to push himself up to let you on the couch if you want a break.

“No ones ever, uh, done that to me before,” you say, feeling suddenly shy.

“No one? The prettiest girl in all of Indiana and no ones ever gone down on you?” Eddie gasps. He and Steve don't even try to hide their surprise, with Steve’s jaw hanging down as he tries to process the information. They know you've had boyfriends before, some of which you seemed to be really into but apparently were not satisfying you the way they would.

You shake your head, but Eddie got you smiling again at his compliment.

“Climb up here right now,” Steve orders, flopping onto his back again and patting his cheeks with his open palms.

You laugh, and with your renewed confidence you make your way over to the couch, to Steve. You bend over to face Steve, hair spilling over your shoulders and framing you like a curtain. Steve thinks it's incredibly cute how the ends lightly brush his face.

“So how do you want me, big boy?” you whisper, mirth in your eyes.

“Why do you both call me that?”

Your eyes dart down to his waist, and then back to his eyes.

“Well… we were right,” you joke, and both of you chuckle.

“Want you to watch Eddie,” he whispers, and he can swear your eyes light up at the thought. You nod quickly, eagerly, and stand back up. Eddie sits on the arm of the couch, his painted nails gently raking their way up and down Steve’s thighs.You rest one knee on the side of the couch next to his head, your other leg coming up so you and swing it over to the far side of the couch to place on the other side of Steve’s head. You hear him sigh contentedly as he watches you get settled above him.

“Ready?” you ask once you're in position.

“Fuckin’ born ready,” Steve sighs, and you slowly lower yourself onto him, leaning forward slightly and resting your hands on your thighs to give him the best access possible.

Its fucking heaven when Steve’s mouth hits your core. His plump lips move easily against your folds, his tongue deftly parting them. He wastes no time in thrusting his tongue inside of you, swirling it around inside of you without any hesitation. His tongue works inside you like a screw, swirling, pistoning, swirling, pistoning ever more trying to pull something out of you.

You're already a wreck on top of him, your clit pressed against his chin, when Eddie sinks his lips down on Steve’s cock. Steve moans loudly, sending vibrations up your abdomen from the epicenter of your cunt. Eddie immediately tries to push himself as far as possible down Steve’s cock, his throat opening up to the point where only about a half inch needs Eddie’s hand to cover and make up for it.

“Oh my fucking god, Steve,” You moan out, choked and half sobbing. You've ever felt pleasure this intense, never. He’s the olympic champion of making you feel like you're on top of the world, from the simplest of compliments to being the first person about to make you come from just their tongue. He fucks you earnestly with his tongue, as deep as he can and actively pressing his tongue against your g-spot, relentless but full of affection at the same time. Eddie does not let up his pace, bobbing up and down on Steve’s length, taking it all like a champ, the sound of his throat choking him spurring you on in your race to an orgasm.

“Fuck, please,” You beg, and you can swear you hear Steve say something, but he doesnt let up from his onslaught of his tongue so all you feel is the vibration of his voice against your core. His hands push your hips slightly, tilting the angle so he can focus on your clit. He attacks the swollen bud with fervor, licking and sucking as you clench your thighs around his head.

“Fuck, she likes that,” Eddie remarks, having taken his mouth off of Steve momentarily. You moan appreciatively, and then roll your hips against Steve’s mouth in desperation. Steve doesn't leave you hanging; he would never be the type. He doesn't let up, he feels the way you’re clenching, feels the way your cunt is squeezing around his tongue. Steve only works harder to push his tongue further onto your clit, to move it around more, he does everything he can to do better than any vibrator you might have. You start shaking, nor gripping his hips with the effect of leaving a series of crescent moons on his hips.

“Fuck,” You try to say, but it comes out more like a high pitched moan.

Steve takes your clit between his plump lips, and sucks, his teeth grazing the nerves.

You scream as you see stars, trying to pull yourself away from Steve’s grasp as you come, but his strong hands keep you in place. He keeps licking at you as you come, lapping up your arousal as he slowly lets you come down to earth.

It's around this time that you notice Eddie has stopped sucking Steve’s cock, instead focusing on the way you shake and yell for the other man.

The moment your thighs stop shaking, Steve slides himself out from under you and tries to envelop you into a hug.  Eddie lets himself fall to the side, letting Steve wrap you up as you fall like jello in his arms. You sob and shake and fuck does Eddie want to experience it for himself.

“Holy shit,” You sob into Steve’s arms, and his big biceps hold you tight. He holds you as your shakes subside and your muscles relax against him. Eddie stares up at you in awe, not unlike the time you drove him out to see Dio in Chicago. He's gaping and wide eyed in awe, but there's a hunger in his eyes that wasn't there before.

Eddie watches the two of you hug while you come down, before grabbing Steve in a kiss. Eddie licks into Steve’s mouth quickly, and then pulls back to you.

“Needed a taste of you too, mama,” He admits, smiling like the cat that caught the canary.

“Now,” Eddie turns to you, interrupting his own question with a kiss to your lips, “How do you want this to go?”

With the agency in your hands, you freeze for a second. Steve can feel you tense in his arms and he too freezes for a moment, worried you’re tapping out after that.

“I think maybe you,” You point at Eddie, “I want you first.”

You pause, and then turn to Steve with his arms around you, somehow you feel embarrassed. You feel embarrassed to face him after you've come.

“And then you to finish?” You ask, and Steve acts like you've given him the keys to the entire world. Steve’s knees buckle, while Eddie grabs you and twirls you in a circle like the most excited man in the world.

“It’s like you read my mind, been fuckin waiting for this,” Eddie sighs, bending you over the side of the couches of the basement. You didn't, you know you didn't. This was a deepcut- fantasy for him and you fuckin knew it because he preferred men. But to know he wanted you specifically, you only, was something of note.

“You come here often?” You flirtily joke as you raise your ass in the air, on your worst behavior for your best friend.

“I’m about to,” he replies just as playfully, and he ruts his hips against your ass teasingly.

“Fuck me, Eddie,” You ask, and that all he needs. Eddie presses slowly into your cunt, savoring every inch as it happens. He lets you feel all of it, splitting you open while he painstakingly slowly pushes his whole length in. He presses in again at the same rate, glacially slow. He takes every inch like a millimeter. And then he thrusts in quickly, dispelling any doubt that he wanted you, pressing himself back into you at a breakneck speed.

“I saved this all for you,” he admits, and thrusts himself fully inside of you. Its a stretch the fingers and the face sitting could not have prepared you for. Its distinctively Eddie, his thrusts full of that energy and love that all of his actions are. He thrusts into you quickly and uncharacteristically quietly, he thrusts like he is making love, pushing against and away and against and away with heart. Behind you he kisses and kisses and kisses, pressing endless kisses to your spine.

You press a kiss into the air to beckon Eddie closer, afraid that if you try to say anything you'll lose your composure too much.He responds by leaning fully over you to reach your mouth, and kisses you sloppily.

You feel the couch cushion dip in front of you, and you know Steve is getting onto the couch as well. You pull away from Eddie to turn to Steve, who is kneeling on the couch watching Eddie thrusting into you with the most serious concentration.

Eddie thrusts particularly hard, forcing a particularly loud moan from your lips. Steve wraps his long fingers around his cock again, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Hey, mama?” Eddie asks, “Wanna make Steve feel as good as I do right now?”

You nod fervently, worried that anything you try to say will come out as a strangled moan and worried that if you take either of your hands from where they are planted on the cushion you'll lose your balance.You look at Steve, from his cock to his eyes, asking for permission. Instead of saying anything, he leans up so he’s completely on his knees now, his cock dangling in your face. You look into his eyes, a sly smile on your face, before you stick out your tongue to lick his tip.

Immediately, Steve is moaning and tipping his head back, incredibly reactive to you.

“Been that fuckin’ long for you, big boy? Did I suck or something?” Eddie jokes, not slowing his pace at all.

“No!” Steve asserts, but then adds, “I mean… I haven't felt her. Been thinking about her longer than you.”

The way they keep talking about you has your heart absolutely soaring and your cunt clenching. They talk about you like you hang the moon and stars, with so much care and consideration for your comfort in all of this. But then they pull out lines like that, talking about how they've wanted this.

You decide to give them even more to talk about, the next time Eddie thrusts you forward you part your lips and take the head of Steve’s cock between them, swirling your tongue around the very tip. You make a show of pulling him deeper inside of your mouth timed to Eddie’s thrusts. You moan around Steve’s cock, and your eyes roll back. You can feel Eddie picking up his pace, and you don’t know if you can hold out much longer until your next climax.

“S’like you’re made for taking our cocks,” Eddie groans, “Our good fuckin’ girl.”

You moan even louder than before, feeling your nails dig into the cool pleather of the couch and you arch your back further into Eddie’s hips.

“Oh she liked that, you feel that Munson?” Steve asks, not at all ignoring the way your moans sent vibrations up his cock.

“Feel that? Fuck, she practically ripped my cock off how hard she’s squeezing me, Handsome.”

The way they talk about you like you aren’t even there has you wanting to put on eve more of a show for both of your men. You spread your legs even further, pushing your ass closer to Eddie, allowing every thrust to go that much deeper: his balls slap against you on particularly hard thrusts, your ass muscles bouncing against his hip bones sure to bruise. You hollow out your cheeks intently, trying to make your mouth as tight you can to take Steve, as long and thick as he is.

You swirl your tongue as best you can around his length, trying to move against him and in equal tandem against both of them.

Steve groans, losing all composure to take things by your pace, thrusting his hips forward. Immediately, he tries to apologize; but you moan again, seeming to love every moment of this.

And you fucking do, you fucking love it so much. You’d only daydreamed your way through a few community college lectures thinking about Steve’s cock in your mouth so casually. You’d really thought about this moment for a few months, tried to imagine exactly what he would feel like, but nothing could have actually prepared  you for how nice this feels. Your lips feel lips they were made to be around his cock and your ears so finely tuned to the cute little noises Steve makes. Steve is vocal, if  anything, during sex. You’ve learned that he has a different noise for everything he feels pleasurable. The noise he made when your tongue first touched his cock is so different from the noise he made when you added your lips and so different from now with him pretty much fully fucking your face. You relax your throat as much as possible, focus on being open in every way you can. Eddie struggles behind you, his pace faltering as hes groaning that you’re tight as shit. You can feel him start to waver and get lost as he fucks you. You're gleeful you can make your best friend feel this good; you'd spent countless nights thinking about him too, how if you ever got this chance you'd fuck him better than a pornstar.

You release Steve from your mouth with a pop and turn your head as much as you can.

“Come on, Eds, I’m on the pill, please,” You beg, needing to feel him absolutely lose it. You want him to come, need him to come.

“You’re sure?” He groans, but his tone sounds like someone jump scared him in a haunted house. 

“Deadly, babe,” You call back, only to wrap your lips back around Steve’s cock instead of waiting for an answer.

Fuck, how are you even real? Eddie thinks. Its like you just handed him the keys to the fucking castle.

You push yourself deep on Steve’s cock, your tongue massaging the vein on the underside and milking another loud moan from his lips. Eddie's hips stutter again, and you try to arch your back even harder. His left hand comes off of your hips to land a smack on your ass that startles you. You jerk under him, involuntarily squeezing him even more than you were.

“Fuck,” Eddie shouts, and his hips still. He comes with a sigh, hot spurts painting your insides as he holds you in a grip harsh enough to bruise. Holy shit does it feel amazing, white hot from the inside, you feel like you'll burn. Steve makes eye contact with you, and smiles, openmouthed and lazy through his panting. Eddie pulls out of you slowly, hissing at his sensitivity and a little whisper of ‘fuck’.

“Hey, Can you vacate her mouth for a moment?” you hear Eddie ask Steve, and he complies, winking at you before he slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth. He leans back to sit, legs folded beneath him. Your arms feel weak now that you can finally focus on them, the muscles strained from holding your position on the couch. Before you can move, Eddie’s fingers are back inside of you, meeting absolutely no resistance with your shared mess. He thrusts twice, giving you just enough to whine, high pitched and embarrassing. Then he pulls his hand away, only to bring that hand up to your mouth.

“Hey, mama, you want to clean these for me?” Eddie holds out the two fingers that were just inside of you, his come dripping off of them. The sight is obscene, degrading, all kinds of perverted.

“Why can't Steve clean them?” you ask, deciding to test Eddie’s patience. Is he the kind of guy who would punish you for acting bratty? He might be, seeing as he’s definitely the type that did shit in your friendship to establish that kind of dominance.

Eddie laughs, and his eyebrows arch up until they get lost in his bangs.

“I dunno, sweetheart, maybe because he isn’t the one that made such a mess?”

Eddie has a point, you concede, and Steve laughs too.

But that laughter quickly dies down when you wrap your lips around Eddie’s fingers and make a show of licking his fingers clean, especially the way you hollow out your cheeks and swallow.

Eddie is warm and salty on your tongue.

This is the first time you’ve enjoyed this taste. In the past with your old boyfriends it was always to satisfy them, to keep them from complaining. If spitters are quitters… that explains why you quit all of those relationships. With Eddie, it’s different. Your first thought is not disgust, rather how you just want more. More of Eddie, more of Steve, more of them and anything they want to give you.

That’s why you happily swallow around his fingers, smiling as you lick his fingers completely clean.

Eddie’s already half hard again before his fingers even leave your lips with a soft pop.

“Fuck, Steve, she’s gonna rock your world,” Eddie moans out. Steve is lazily stroking himself, just sitting back and enjoying the scene.

“She already is, man,” he mumbles back, watching your every move. You finally get off your hands and knees, giving your arms a much needed break.

“Fuck,” you hiss, immediately feeling the rest of yours and Eddie’s mess spill out of you, “The couch.”

Eddie grabs you in his arms to pull you to stand, the last remaining dripping down your thighs.

“Who cares about the couch?” Steve asks, immediately reaching for an old blanket and throwing it over the spot you were just sitting in. He should care, it’s his couch, but it’s the last thing he cares about right now. All he wants is you below him making all those pretty noises you just made for Eddie. Wants to bury himself inside you and never leave.

Steve himself stands then, and comes up behind you to kiss your neck. He pushes stray hair from your shoulder and his kisses get sloppier, open mouthed and possessive. He presses his hips against your ass desperate to feel you on him again.  Eddie kisses your lips hungrily, capturing your bruised bottom lip between his own. It doesn't bother him at all that he can taste himself on your mouth, fuck, he’d taste a thousand loads on your mouth if it meant you kept wanting to kiss him.

You pull away from him gently, breathless and eyelashes fluttering, looking like a goddess. A warrior babe straight off the illustrations of an album cover. Holy shit, its crazy to think about how everyone thought you were dating in high school. If only they could see you now.

You smile at Eddie like he hangs the moon in the sky, so wide and bright and blissful. Then you turn to Steve.

“Can I have you now?” you ask, and your tone is so fucking shy and innocent like his cock wasnt just in your mouth, like you didnt suck him off while Eddie railed you from behind. Goddamn, you’re going to be the death of him, he thinks.

“You’ve got me,” Steve says, tone soft and full of affection. Steve’s hand comes up to cup your cheek and turn you towards him for a kiss. Steve tastes Eddie on you too, but finds himself liking the taste on your tongue. A hint of salt like the ocean waves he tasted once when he was still on top of the world.

Steve turns you gently in his arms, until the backs of your knees hit the couch. He guides you down until your bare back hits the cool fabric, and then gets on one knee. The look in his eyes is intense, pupils blown wide with lust and his hair disheveled from pulling on it. He looks like a Greek hero coming home victorious from war.

He pulls your legs up, pressing a kiss to each knee, before moving them so your heels rested on the couch.

“Lay down?” He asks, so sweetly.

“Oh, Harrington’s into missionary!” Eddie teases, and Steve’s face goes bright red. He snaps his head towards Eddie, and you can only imagine the look he’s giving him right now.

“Hey, it’s romantic! I don’t know? I’ve never done it,” Eddie exclaims, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Next time,” you offer, “We’ll fuck you missionary. Turn on the romance for ya.”

Next time, they both think, there’s going to be a next time.

You maneuver yourself to lay down on your back, your head resting comfortably on the arm rest with your hair pulled back and out of the way, one of your legs sliding off the couch and resting with your foot on the floor. You turn your head to the side and look at your guys. Your guys who are flirtily touching one another, soft brushes of their hands and bumps of their hips as they talk and wait for you to situate yourself. Eddie is unabashed with his flirting, all teasing and smirking; Steve is more shy, more deliberate at testing the waters.

“Go get her, big boy,” Eddie urges, finally noticing you’re ready. Steve stands up again, only to sink his knee down on the couch between your legs, the cool pleather now warm from all of the activity. He watches as your eyes bounce from his, to his cock, and back up again.

“We can go slow, okay?” he asks, assuming your apprehension; Many times girls have told him he doesn’t fit, that they have to move at a glacial pace, that it’s just too much.

“If that’s what you want,” you retort, hand coming up to your collarbone.

“Well I— I don’t want to hurt you,” he asserts, absolutely not wanting to be too eager and ruin his chances with you.

“You won’t hurt me. I can handle roughness,” you reassure him, bumping your thigh against his hip affectionately, “I mean, did you not see what Eds was doing to me back there?”

You laugh, throwing your head back at patting Eddie’s thigh. Eddie, who’s now fully hard again and standing at the armrest close to your face.

Steve did see what Eddie did to you, saw every second he wasn’t staring into your eyes trying not to blow his load right then and there. Saw how every of snap of the metalhead’s hips pushed your mouth further down around his cock, saw how his pace had your moans so trapped in your throat they almost sounded like a squeak. You can handle rough.

“Can you settle for something in-between?” Steve asks. He’s a romantic at heart. He fucks, but he doesn’t want to just fuck. He loves when it means something, when he can hold and hug and kiss his partner’s skin. He loves when it could be love. He’s only seen it twice, in little glimmers; wants more of it like a drug.

You nod, a small smile crossing your features. Steve’s come to realize this is a smile you only give to him and Eddie. He should have seen all of this coming from miles away. His eyes rake up and down your body one last time, before raising an eyebrow to ask: is this okay? Are you ready?

You only respond by putting a hand on his cheek, telling him everything he needs to know.

Eddie grabs your other hand, pressing sloppy kisses to your knuckles, letting Steve push himself further between your thighs, letting his cock brush up against you.

You gasp the moment you feel him, ready for everything he will give you. Steve is so different from Eddie, and together they’re like your two favorite ice cream flavors swirled together. Steve rocks his hips against you, letting his cock catch against your cunt as he moves. His spread his legs, pushing your thighs even further apart, and then slowly starts to push in.

Immediately you moan, the stretch burning in such an amazing way. Steve is certainly the biggest you’ve ever taken. He pushes in slowly, just as slow as Eddie just did, easing you onto him. Whereas Eddie was fast and agile in his movements, Steve’s are slow and heavy. You don’t mean to keep comparing the two, as neither of them would be a clear winner in the competition. You’ll be damned happily if they would allow you to continue to be greedy for them both.

Eddie goes from kissing your hand to placing it on his cock, of course, and without even a second thought you start to stroke him again, wrist loose and moving quickly up and down his shaft.

Steve slows to a stop when he bottoms out in you, honestly surprised you could take all of him. He felt you on his fingers, and it was clear Eddie was going to be a little bit of a stretch to you. How he fits, he doesnt know, but fuck if it doesnt feel like your body was meant for him. This feels better than literally any fantasy he could have imagined.

“Fuck, mama, look at how good you take him,” Eddie points out, absolutely mesmerized as far as Steve can tell by the sight of himself inside you. You’re breathing a little heavily, obviously concentrating on adjusting to him. You nod, a wide smile on your face for Eddie, and then you turn to Steve.

“Please, I need you,” you quietly beg, “I need you.”

Thats the only encouragement Steve needs before he starts moving. Steve pushes his hips against you slow and hard, his pelvis grinding against you while he moves.

“Fuck,”You whisper, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. Your hand starts to slow on Eddie’s cock, fingers moving sloppily around his shaft.

Your eyes move from Steve’s to Eddie’s, making eye contact as you part your lips even farther. Steve pauses, watching the scene unfold before him. Your mouth is beautiful, lips all swollen and wet, and Eddie’s cock so pink and erect. He pushes the head of his cock past your lips just as Steve had just done to you on the other end of the couch. Eddie smiles at you, and then his eyes meet Steve’s. Theres something so flirty and affectionate in Eddie’s eyes as he smirks at him, and when Eddie winks at him, Steve forgets his control of his hips.

You moan loudly around Eddie’s cock as Steve thrusts harder into you. Shit, he didn't mean to do that; but as it turns out, you seemed to love it.

He tests it out again, another rougher thrust. He earns the same loud moan, and your mouth head moves even further down Eddie’s shaft. Steve is torn, half of him wishes he could kiss you and ask you how you're doing, the other half loves that he gets to watch Eddie’s cock slide in and out from between your lips. Its dirty, insane how much he likes this. He fucking loves watching you and Eddie. He was ready to be consumed with his jealousy the first time he saw you and Eddie kiss, how his fucking tune changed so quickly. Steve figures its because he doesn't know what he likes, he never has. He’s always been focused on what will keep people around him rather than his own fun. Pleasing you, testing the waters with Eddie, he never expected this to be so fun for him.

He starts a pace with these very deep thrusts, pulling out pretty much completely, leaning down close to grind his pelvis into you while he slams himself back inside of you as deep as possible. He watches intently as your chest heaves with every thrust, your breasts bouncing with every slam of his hips. Each of his thrusts pushes you farther onto Eddie’s cock, Steve inadvertently setting the pace for all three of you. You all move as one, the push and pull like waves crashing against a dock, hard and fearsome but oh so natural.

Steve does his best to stay quiet, biting back every moan of his own, instead trying to concentrate on hearing all of you muffled moans coming from your full mouth. He feels like he needs to memorize this sound, past his own moans. What he didn't really expect, however, is how much he wants to memorize the little gasps and pants coming from Eddie’s lips as well.

“Fuck, you two are beautiful,” Eddie sighs, breaking the rhythm of the sounds in the room, cuts through it like his pocketknife normally kept in his vest pocket. Eddie looks appreciatively between the two of you before thrusting his own hips towards your head, the surprise of his movements making you clench around Steve’s cock.

Shit, if Eddie keeps making you do that he’s going to blow his load in an instant.

You feel fucking amazing. It feels like every one of your nerves is on fire, and you're not even sure where to put your hands. They feel wasted where they rest on Steve’s biceps, but the selfish part of you is loving that you actually get to feel them up finally. You had not been prepared for how this night would go, and even less prepared for how much you loved being laid out and open for them. Did this make you a slut? You didn't think so. You'd never judged other girls that way, weirdly only holding yourself to that standard.

You're roughly jostled from finishing that train of thought (thankfully because you would have made yourself sad) by Steve speeding up his thrusts, and you can tell he’s close. Theres been a slow building tension tightening in your abdomen this entire time, and now an urgency to meet him where he is. Oh god, what it would feel like to climax in sync with THE Steve Harrington. You've heard so many stories, some of which you'd actually rolled your eyes at and made fun of with Eddie at the lunch table. My, how things have changed.

Eddie feels amazing in your mouth, now having you almost thinking your mouth was made for taking him. Never before have you loved giving a blowjob this much. You love the feeling of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, not at all minding how you choke around it. He tries to time his thrusts with Steve, you notice, their in and out matching up, filling your mouth and cunt both so deeply at the same time. Fuck, its intoxicating. You know you're a moaning mess for them, muffled by Eddie’s cock and pretty much limp below Steve. But holy fuck, is this not the best you’ve ever felt. The tension of your abdomen stirs, feeling yourself tighten around Steve, and you swear you can feel every vein of his cock from the inside now.

“She’s close,” Steve pants to Eddie, not even talking to you. You shudder, already feeling your climax building.

“Don't I know it, babe,” Eddie responds, “I can just see how fuckin’ worked up she’s getting.”

You hadn't realized you were that obvious, but it doesn't matter as you chase your own high, archign your back so Steve hits you at a different angle, somehow even deeper.

“Come for us, mama,” Eddie urges, finally talking to you again, comfortingly rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Please, fuck, please give it to me,” Steve begs, quickly losing composure himself. His thrusts start to lose their pace, and one of his arms comes up off the couch so he can press his thumb to your clit.

“Please,” He begs again.

You swallow again around Eddie’s cock, the last thing you voluntarily do before you tumble over the edge, orgasm overtaking you in quick choppy waves. You feel yourself shaking, but your mind and body are miles away from one another. You're trapped in a dream, a fantasy beyond your fantasies, entire body feeling better than its ever felt in your entire life.You try your best to keep up your pace on Eddie, but you yourself devolve into a moaning mess.

“Thats right, mama,” Eddie sighs, pulling himself out of your mouth so he can hear your moans outright. He’s not disappointed, immediately without the gag of his cock your moans echo throughout the basement.

“Please, please, please,” you beg between moans, not sure what you're even asking for at this point. Steve fucks you through your orgasm, slow and careful.

He almost collapses on top of you, caging you in with his arms, kissing your collarbone again over the hickies he had already made while he comes quietly with a little shiver of his pelvis and a whimper against your skin. He only lays there for a moment before leaning back up, making sure to press his kisses into your chest before he sits back up. He stays buried in with you, soaking in the feeling of being inside you still. Eddie watches the scene with a keen eye, like he’s trying to memorize every centimeter of what lays before him.

Steve takes this chance while he’s distracted to wrap his own large hand around Eddie’s length, pumping his shaft quickly, not the way people are jerked off in porn, the way Eddie snapped his hips into your sweet cunt only a half hour ago. Steve tries to imitate that pace as best as possible, taking Eddies groaning and gasps as encouragement. You watch blissfully, still half coming back to earth as Eddie grasps Steve’s shoulder and almost topples over, and spills around Steve’s hand, the remainder spilling onto your chest.

Without even thinking about it, you dip your fingers in the mess on your chest and press it to your lips, licking the taste of Eddie from them again.

“Holy shit, Y/n, you CAN’T do that,” Steve laughs, and you feel his cock twitch within you.

“Sorry,” you giggle, but they can both tell from your tone that you're not sorry at all. Steve slowly pulls out of you, carefully and practically hissing with sensitivity. Steve is quick to pull you to sit up, and Eddie practically jumps onto the cushion on the other side of you. Both of your men sandwiching between you.

None of you speak for a moment, just sitting there breathless and basking in the absolute pleasure of what just transpired. Steve has you pulled into his sweaty chest, and Eddie has his equally sweaty chest pressed against your back. In literally any other case you would be yelling at them, telling them to get their gross boy sweat off of you. You'd be begging for a shower or to jump into the pool despite the unseasonably cold weather.

“Fuck,” Eddie chuckles, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Fuck,” Steve echoes, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Fuck,” You third, feeling the mix of yours, Steve’s and any remnants of Eddie’s release dripping out of you again.

You all laugh, loudly and free like the funniest joke in the world was just told. This feels so fucking normal, so incredibly normal its crazy. This feels like any other day with Eddie and Steve. Maybe thats what tells you this is meant to be. Maybe thats what makes you feebly wrap your arms around both of them to pull them even closer.

“I really like you guys,” You sigh, a dazed smile on your face.

“I like you guys too,” Eddie admits, finally speaking his attraction to Steve.

Both of you look over to Steve, the one wildcard in this situation. Panic crosses you for a moment, worried that maybe he’ll reject one of you, whichever one you’re not actually sure. What if Steve was just going along with this? What if he didnt want this? What if he just wanted a wild hookup.

“Yeah… Me too,” Steve says, sleep already lacing his voice.

You and Eddie laugh, like an inside joke between the two of you.

“Alright let's get you to bed, big guy,” You chide, nudging Steve gently as he only gets heavier against you.

“Mmmkay,” he mumbles, and you and Eddie hike yourselves up, not even bothering to dress in the empty house as you pull Steve up from the couch. He comes up easily, walking along the two of you and pressing kisses against both of your shoulders as you both lead him up to his room.

Eddie kicks the door open at the top of the stairs, and the two of you almost throw Steve onto his bed, but quickly you climb after him on sore legs, pulling yourself onto the bed and gently slapping at Steve’s back so he’ll climb up to the pillows at the head of his bed. Eddie is quick to jump in on the other side of you after closing the door after you. He pulls the sheet over you hastily, effectively putting you all into bed.

“Goodnight handsomes,” you mumble to both of them, your eyelids feeling immediately heavy as both of their arms fell upon you, each of them circling your waist and brushing each other.

You'd talk about this in the morning.  

[accopara]

yk, I've been in the one community situation that made me really upset, first - with myself, but after sometime with these people. i have no idea if it had ever been a thing for you guys, but the shit like "this character would NEVER cried, or cried in front of other people" is making me furious sometimes. and that kind of thing somehow was brought up when i was talking about Grian's character. i was really upset when some ppl told me that crying is kinda out of character for him, when I've been writing about this scene in particular. and i thought like "well that must be right, I've never seen a single fanart with crying Grian, maybe i am just a bad writer"

now that just makes me somewhat angry a bit, cause, Grian is really emotional character, especially he exclusively expressive with negative emotions and maniac laughter. i mean, you telling me that this character can scream on the top of his lungs, or laugh or growl like an animal BUT CAN'T CRY!? that's just rejecting of him as an alive being having feelings. i mean, even looking at this with some logic. he has a big lore, big life behind his shoulders with some really traumatic events like, let's say, yandere high school with Sam? like evo with these strange things happening and watchers the dudes? that kept haunting him still on hermitcraft? and stepping away from mine situation that happened long time ago, i still see some people complaining to other roleplayers, fanfiction writers, artists, that "UGH! this character would NEVER cried, you just making him sloppy and uwu have sympathy for me typo shit"

yk. when you are kid, you find making character a bit more "alive" by these things - cringy, out of character. but when you growing up, you just wanna see your favourite blorbo making a massive emotion-dumping alone or to somebody.

JUST LET MY LITTLE SCRUNKLY CHUCKLY BICKLY DOODY HAVE AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN WITH TEARS AND SNOT AND... AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, BUT MAKE HIM A P A R T. MAKE ME APART. UPD: i red comments under this post and, really, thank you guys, i feel like i really had to say it someday and i need a backup from somebody, that's really sweet of ya'll 👊