#i was looking at key frames n kicking and giggling

[riaki]

i don’t even know where the original image is from but thank u pinterest!!! he’s so cute my little meowmeow 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[satorusugurugurl]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT.

I’ve been seeing so many videos about how Japanese people view prostitution wherein they don’t think that such is a form of cheating.

Can I please get JJK men headcanons of whether or not they would visit a prostitute (for the context, the boys can be single of taken)

TY

Lady of the Night

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (modern ceo au), Geto Suguru (curse user)

Warnings: Mentions of sex work, escort/prostitution, rough sex, silly gojo, blindfolds, spanking, cursing, balcony sex, contracts being bought, sold off, virginity loss, mentions of violence/blood/death/fire (all in Geto’s)

Word Count: 5,000

A/N: Wowzers, this one was intense. Please note consent is key!!! I don’t support cheating or anything, so these boys are just looking for a good time. Please know in Geto’s, there’s no SA. It’s hinted there was an attempt, but I didn’t go into details! If you’re not comfortable, please do not read!

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo wouldn't intentionally hire an escort. He would, however, order one on accident. The man is exhausted and can easily teleport home, but the tiny village he’s in is famous for its taro mochi. He finds a motel where they’re renowned for their sweet treat and books a room for the night.

The second Satoru steps inside, his blindfold is off, his shoes kicked to the side, and he's making his way for the phone to call room service. Glancing over the menu, he ordered the mochi his mouth was watering over, along with a silk robe that must be woven with gold because who in their right mind spends ¥200,000 on a robe? Oh well, it's pocket change for him.

Little did Satoru know there was a reason the robe was so expensive. The hotel he’s staying at is a love hotel. They are known not only for their delectable mochi but also for their lovely escorts. So the reason his robe was so damn expensive was because you were a part of the order. A package deal of sorts! So imagine his surprise when he opens his hotel room door expecting someone to roll in a cart with a silver platter and lid to find a woman standing in his ¥200,000 robe that barely covers your beautiful glowing skin.

“Room service~” Your sultry voice cooes as you pull the robe out a little, revealing more of your breasts.

Satoru takes one look at you before turning a bright shade of red. Then he does something no one in all your years as an escort does. He slams the door in your face, leaving you staring at the wood grain in utter shock.

“I-I’m sorry!” He sputters out, turning to stare at the door. “I-I think there's been some kind of mistake!”

Confirming that you’re at the right room, you tilt your head to the side. “This is the room I was given. Is your name Gojo? You ordered a specialty robe.” A nervous laugh sounds from the other side of the door.

”I assumed it was a robe for me to wear!’

He was slamming his head against the wall, grimacing as you burst out into a fit of giggles. Not only were you incredibly attractive, but your laugh was fucking adorable?! Satoru just wanted to throw himself out of the window without his infinity up.

You wiped at the tears forming in your eyes. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t be laughing, but this has never happened to me before.”

”Yeah,” Satoru chuckled, “I guess that makes two of us.” His face was burning as his eyes lingered on the door. You laughed again louder, this time making his heart flutter. “I guess this explains why the robe was so expensive.” You barked another laugh as he slowly opened the door, leaning against the frame, grinning down at you.

”That would explain it.” You held the platter of his mochi out for him. “Sorry for the mixup. Here’s your mochi, and I’ll bring you up a robe that hasn’t been worn.” Turning back to the elevator, your movements ceased as the handsome man gently grabbed your wrist, preventing you from moving.

“Would you like to come in?” he offered, stepping to the side. “Share some mochi?” with a broad smile, you slowly nodded.

“You did pay for a night with me.”

“No, I paid for a robe, a robe that just so happens to be attached to a beautiful woman.”

“Right~ I would love to come in.”

When you first got off the elevator, you had a general idea of what the evening would entail. Sex with a customer, a hot shower, and then you would head home. You had never been more wrong in your entire life, and you were glad that you were.

You didn’t have sex; instead, you just laid in bed with Satoru tied up in the robe that he had ordered for himself. You fed each other mochi while laughing and getting to know each other. In the two hours you had with him, you had never had so much fun in your career. Gojo felt the same way; you were so easy to talk to, and you were gorgeous.

Time didn’t seem to exist in that hotel room as you took a bite of mochi Satoru held out for you. But the moment the phone rang, it pulled you out of your happy fantasy back into reality. A disappointed sigh escaped you as you answered the phone, grimacing as your manager yelled at you that he’d had another client waiting for you despite your rule of only taking one a night. Before you could argue with him, Satoru snatched the phone from your hands.

”Sorry, I’m not done; I’d like to add to my time.”

”Satoru wh—“ he cut you off by shoving a ball of mochi into your mouth, shutting you up.

”You know what, just put me down with her all night.” Your manager's excitement was audible from the phone as Gojo just told him the price for the whole night. “That’s it?” Satoru’s nose turned up. “She’s worth more than that and then some. Just charge it to my card.”

”Satoru,” He grinned, pulling you into his chest. “You didn’t have to do that.”

”You honestly think I’m just going to let you slip away? Hell no.” You cuddled into his side. “How would you feel about leaving this shitty job and becoming a sugar baby of sorts instead?”

”Are you offering to be my sugar daddy?” You teased with a giggle, running your hand up and down his chest.

”Depends. What would you say if I did offer to do just that?”

You gently straddled his hips, trailing kisses down his jawline. “Well, I would start by saying you’re too young to be one.” His cock twitched underneath the curve of your ass as you moved past his neck.

”I might be young, but I’m filthy rich.” His hands reached up, groping your ass, gently rocking you against his hardening bulge. “If you allowed me the pleasure of taking care of you, you wouldn’t have to worry about a damn thing.”

Sitting back with a breathless giggle, you rocked faster. “Well, when you put it that way, I would have to be stupid to say no to the lovely gentleman who accidentally ordered a prostitute.” Satoru’s chest heaved as he watched your hands move to the robe's sash. “But there’s just one thing we should do before we proceed with this agreement.”

Your hips moved painfully slow over Satoru’s cock. He thought he might lose himself if you kept going at that pace. “Y-Yeah, fuuuck, what is that sweetheart?” With a gentle tug on the sash, Satoru stared at you in awe as you exposed your naked body to him. “O-Oh my god, you’re beautiful, so pretty.” Reaching down, you unbuttoned his pants with a purpose, taking your bottom lip between your teeth with a giggle.

”I need to show you my resume.”

The next day, Gojo returned to Tokyo with a bag full of taro mochi and a girlfriend on his arm. Ordering that robe from a tiny love hotel was the best accident he’d ever made. You couldn’t have agreed more with him,

Nanami Kento:

Nanami was a very busy man who was constantly working and valued the little free time that he had. On his days off, he liked to go out to eat and partake in a few drinks. Other times, he likes to stay at home reading a book and enjoying a glass of wine.

Living this sort of lifestyle could be very lonely at times. Typically Nanami had no problem or issue with going out on dates, but some nights he would prefer to just fuck his frustrations out. And without a partner, he found it challenging to fulfill his desires at times.

Eventually, the pent-up frustration had become too much for him to handle. So, without another choice, he called an escort service where he met you. Your first initial meeting had been a consultation of sorts. Nanami asked for your limits and what you were okay with. When he decided you would be a perfect partner, he paid you in advance, gave you a safe word, and nearly destroyed you the night you were hired.

Your hands were being held behind your back with one of Nanami’s. His other hand was forcing your head into the mattress as he fucked into you brutally. His cock hits your g-spot and cervix with every pull. Nanami Kento was like a growling beast above you as your tight, wet walls hugged him.

”That feels good, love?” He asked in a husky feral tone, his hips grinding snuggly against your ass. The tip of his cock, in turn, teased your g-spot, rubbing it just enough to stimulate the spongy spot. But there wasn’t enough pressure to send you over the edge you were dangerously teetering on. “I—“ Nanami’s hand left your head, striking your ass with a powerful strike, “asked you a question.” Another slap, this one hard enough to have your walls clenching around his veiny cock. “And when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

Nanami’s hand massaged the sting out of your ass. “Y—Yes god, yes it feels s-so good N-Nanami!” His hips rocked faster against your ass, “Oooh, Nana—”

“Kento.” A sharp growl interrupted you. “Call me Kento—” His fingers left your ass, wrapping around the tails of the yellow spotted tie he had blindfolded you with. “When I’m fucking you into the mattress.”

He tugged the ends of the tie, forcing your head back and causing your arch to deepen. The sudden change of position results in Nanami’s cock bullying the tip harshly over your sweet spot he’s been torturing for what seems like hours. You cried out as drool dripped down your chin, pooling on the sheets. Your walls were beginning to hug him in pulsing waves; you were so close. Nanami felt it, too. Releasing your hands, he grabbed your hip to steady himself as he began fucking your tight cunt like he hated her.

”Say my name, say it, scream it out loud. I want the entire complex to know who makes you feel this euphoric pleasure.”

”Kento!”

”Louder.”

”Kento!!”

“You. Can. Do. Better. Then. That.” Each word was punctuated by a fast jabbing thrust right against your cervix.

”KENTO!” Your scream bounced off the walls. Making both you and Kent’s ears ring as you came around him, soaking the sheets as he fucked you through the intense orgasm and into his own.

”Cumming!” He growled against your shoulder blade. Beads of sweat ran down his brow, dripping onto your sensitive skin. “Good girl love, take it all, take every last drop I give you.” He kissed and nipped at your skin as his cum filled you.

Once his hips had finally stilled and you could form coherent thoughts, his whole demeanor changed from a frustrated, fuming mass of a man to a gentler soul. His fingers undid the tie around your head before gently massaging circles over your aching joints. His lips trailed soft, gentle kisses over your sweat-shimmering skin. You found yourself leaning into his touch, longing for more. You were desperate to feel every inch of the man who had just fucked you within an inch of your life.

Not many of your clients liked you to do that. Leaning into them once that had quite literally finished using you. They would shove you away before kicking you outNanami Kento was different. The second he felt you shift, leaning towards his body heat, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body, spooning you.

That first night was the start of your partnership with Nanami. He would fuck you to the brink of death before slowly reviving you with gentle kisses, words of affirmation, and aftercare. Nanami quickly became your favorite client; whenever his name appeared on your schedule, you felt as light as air.

Typically, these sorts of relationships stayed strictly professional and revolved around sex. So when you showed up to his apartment one Friday evening, ready to see the pearly gates, you were shocked to be offered a glass of wine. Not only that, but he led you to his dining room, where he pulled out your chair as he served you the delicious dinner he had prepared for just the two of you.

”I thought we’d try something a little different tonight.” He’d confessed in the low flickering glow of the candlelight. “If that’s alright with you, of course.”

You agreed without hesitation, smiling lovingly. Nanami was the client; whatever he wanted to do, you’d be willing to try. You’d had several different clients and gone through so many other kinks. You liked to imagine with all of that, you had a pretty good amount of experience under your belt. Nanami, however, had surprised you for the first time in a very long time.

Some nights, he just wanted a normal, quiet dinner, watch a movie, and go to bed with you in his arms. The initial request had been a bit of a shock, but it was a good one. After that night, your visits with Nanami began alternating from rough, god-like se to sweet, gentle evenings.

Tonight was one of those mundane nights you’d grown to love just as much as the crazy, wild sex you two had. But you found yourself loving these quiet little nights a bit more where you were currently resting your head in his lap as he played with your hair. His eyes roamed over the pages of his newest book.

”Mmm, I love nights like this.” You whispered, shutting your eyes.

”I love you more.” Nanami said while turning his page, not even paying attention to the stunned expression pasted over your face. All he did was smile warmly. “You don’t have to say it back.”

”I love you too.” You answered just as fast.

”Mmm, then perhaps we should consider ripping up our contract. I would prefer to be your boyfriend rather than your client.” That was the night that you had retired, and the night Nanami deleted his account on your escorts page.

Ryomen Sukuna: (modern CEO AU)

Sukuna would purchase an escort for sure, no doubt. He'd go through a site and pick the one he thought was the most beautiful. He would then ask you to come to his apartment to complete your services. The man could fuck; he fucked you hard, deep, and fast. He took you against the door the first time you visited his apartment. Once he was done, he paid you and saw you out.

The following week, Sukuna requested you again. This time he picked up dinner before he fucked your throat while he watched a movie he'd put on for the two of you to enjoy. His large hand was rugged and pulled on your hair, forcing you to take more of him down your throat before yanking you off and giving you a chance to breathe before pushing you back down on his thick throbbing dick. When he finished, he handed you bent over the coffee face buried in your pussy, lapping at your clit.

Sukuna might have been rough and demanding, but he never once hurt you. He always ensured both of you came hard, never leaving you unsatisfied. He quickly became one of your favorite clients. Every Friday night, you'd happily skip to his condo, and every Friday, he would rock your world.

“Oh~ god fuck~!!” Sukuna snarled as you rocked back against him. “Fuuuck~” The bustling city and honking horns sounded from below as your hand gripped his balcony railing. “God, you take my cock so good~”

“Kuna~ Kuna s-so good!” you slam yourself back faster in his cock, losing yourself in the wet squelching sounds that fill your ears.

Sukuna’s hands grope at the fat of your ass, squeezing it as he pulls you harder against him. A smirk tugs at his mouth at the whimpers that shake through you. “I'll never get over how good you feel~” He groaned deeply as his hips snapped faster, his free hand rubbing circles around your swollen clit. “Maybe I should have you stay for a weekend~ maybe longer.” Manicured nails scrape over the metal of the railing as you dip your head forward. “Would you like that~? Being my live-in slut? Huh?” Pillow talk: this was just pillow talk.

“I-I'd like that a-a lot!” you sobbed as his cock hit the deepest part of you. “P-Please Kuna~ I need you.”

“Ah~ you'll get it, my queen, ~ you're gonna get a thick fucking load shoved so deep, you'll be dripping my cum out for days~.”

“Yes! Full me up! Fill me up!”

The begging tone of your voice has Sukuna wishing there wasn't a condom separating him from your wet heat. One of these days, he’ll make sure that he gets to feel all of you. For now, he was more concerned with just feeling you cum around him. He’d take care of the rest later.

“Then cum for me, my sweet little slut.” With a jab at your g-spot, you do as he commands. You scream, not caring about the people walking down below or his neighbors. All that matters in this current moment is losing yourself as Sukuna fucks you through the scream-inducing orgasm and into his own.

“Nggh! Fuckin’ slut!” His grunt of pleasure is bitten off by an almost demonic roar as his cum fills the condom.

You both rock slowly against the other, skin-hitting skin in soft—plops before Sukuna sits on his patio sofa with you in his lap. He's groaning on the nape of your neck as his hands gently massage your hips. Humming softly, you look up at the stars, wishing this moment could last forever.

Where he wasn’t a client, and you weren't an escort. The more you came to his condo on Friday nights, the more you didn't want to leave. But he was paying you for an evening, so the chances of this escalating into something more were slim to none. So you would just be thankful for the moments you had.

The night ended like every other Friday. He gave you the cash, walked you to the lobby, and kissed your cheek. “See you soon.” He said as he helped you into a taxi and waved you off.

When he said soon, you had been thinking he meant next Friday soon. But the following day? Yeah, that was a shock. You had just been called into your manager's office, finding Sukuna leaning against the wall while your manager counted big stacks of money.

“What’s happening?” The question was almost inaudible as your manager leaned back with a sickening smirk.

“This gentleman has bought out your contract, so as of this moment, you’re fired.”

“W-Wha—?!” you don't even get to question your manager as Sukuna is dragging you out. “Kuna?! What the hell is happening?!”

The man who just bought you out of a lifestyle you didn't care for cocked a pink brow. “I asked you last night if you wanted to live with me. You said yes. Buying your contract out was the next step.” He leads you to a sleek black car. “Don't think just because I bought you out of your contract means I assume I own you. You're free to do whatever you please. I enjoy your company.”

“So I can go home whenever I want.”

“Yep.”

“And if I want to stay with you?”

“You can.”

You don't even hesitate; you leap into his arms and kiss him. “Mmm, good, take me home,” Sukuna smirks, kissing you back as he loads you into the car.

“Home it is.”

Geto Suguru:

Geto was searching for a place to stay when he first met you. Back then, you weren't even an escort yet. He was looking for an inn with rooms opened; he'd been informed by one of his cult members of a curse that would be perfect for him to absorb.

At twenty years old, he walked into his first brothel, fully intending to get a room for the night. The establishment reeked of booze and sex, but it was the only place with room available, and the curse he'd just swallowed was one of the worst he'd tasted. Resting was the best thing he could do before returning home.

Once in his room, the best room in the entire building, there was a knock on the door to his room. The manager of the building shoved you inside. You hit Geto’s chest with a wince before the manager bowed his head to Geto. The man you ran into glanced over you; you were dressed in thin white garments before his dark eyes met the man in the doorway.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“A welcome gift, as a token of my appreciation of you buying our best room. I had heard you hadn't ordered any escorts, so please take her as you. She’s a virgin.” Small curses and little leeches appeared, crawling all over the man. These curses typically came from greed and lust, sucking the life out of everything. And the man was covered in them.

Geto felt his stomach twist as he glowered at the stupid monkey—another reason he had to rid the world of these parasites. This man was a disgusting creature who was selling off women like this. But for all he knew, you were just a monkey, too. There was no point for him to waste his time

“I do not need such services.” The handsome man announced, shoving you back to the manager. As he did, one of the leeches lurched for you, and you held up a hand in disgust. Suguru watched as the curse hit a barrier before fading into black ash.

So you weren’t a useless human.

”Oh, I see very well. Come girl, I can use you for the party tonight ins—“

”On second thought, it was rude of me to refuse your offer. I will gladly accept her.” The manager beamed with excitement while you glared at him in disgust.

” Excellent choice, my lord; I will leave you to it.”

The second the door to his room shut, Suguru turned to you, watching you angrily undo the sash at your waist. “Hurry up.” You barked out, voice trembling as you laid on the bed as stiff as a board.

”I have no intention of touching you.” Suguru said, tilting his head to the side with a grin. “I do, however, have questions regarding your technique.”

”Technique?”

Geto sat on the bed next to you, explaining what he had seen you do. You, in turn, told him your life's story. How you could see curses since you were a child, how your parents sold you off to repay a debt. You confided in him that you had been the errand girl for the brothel since you turned eighteen, but when the manager saw your beauty, he started insisting you begin taking customers. Now that you were twenty, he had grown tired of your denials and decided tonight would be the night he offered you for free to any willing customer.

Suguru was disgusted and offered to handle the problem, but you politely declined, stating you would stay. If you didn’t repay your parent's debt, your younger sister would be sold off next, and you refused to allow that to happen.

“I just hate for my first time to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. And once you leave, I know I'll be paraded around some more.” Suguru could see the sorrow in your eyes as you brought your knees to your chest, hugging yourself. “I wouldn't have minded you being my first customer.”

”I will confess, I have never done anything like this myself.” His cheeks flushed as he gently placed his hand over yours. “Perhaps we could be each other’s firsts?”

You were no fool; you knew this would be an ideal opportunity for women in your position. With shaking hands, you cupped Geto's face and kissed him. He was almost too stunned to react, but as you gently rubbed his shoulders, he slowly melted into your touch, kissing you back earnestly. Both of you gently removed your clothes, kissed, and ran your hands down each other's bodies, losing yourself in the other's touch. It was tender and slow. You were mapping out the other, caressing chests, legs, and lips overheated skin.

But those gentle kisses turned into desperate ones, tongues sliding gently against the other, fingers buried inside you while your hand wrapped around him, stroking him. When you were both hot and needy, Suguru gently pushed himself inside of you, pausing as you winced at the sharp sting that accompanied him. Seeing the way you wince, both pained and pleased Suguru. He felt terrible for causing you the briefest moment of pain, but he was also glad that he was the one doing it. Anyone else would have been far too rough with you, and you deserved a memorable first time.

A memorable moment that was not going to last very long because you were so tight, and he was already seconds from losing control. “G-Geto~” you whispered as he kissed your neck, up to your ear, nibbling on the lobe as he gently thrust in and out of you. “Ahhn Geto~” He whined in your ear before chuckling breathlessly.

“Suguru.” He corrected, pulling back to stare into your eyes. “Call me Suguru.”

”S-Suguru.” You tested out, and upon hearing his name pass through your lips, his cock throbbed inside of you. “S-Suguru ah, yes Suguru~.”

“My princess, so warm~ so good.” Cries of your names were whispered into the other mouth as Suguru gently fucked into you, his gentle thrusts losing the messy rhythm he had begun with. “I-I’m sorry, but I’m already close.” His confession and thumb gently brushing over your clit, rubbing the bud back and forth, had you rolling with the waves of your impending orgasm.

”M-Me too, Suguru.”

You came at the same time as the man who had bestowed you with a gift not many other girls in your profession were granted, and for that, you were forever grateful. You almost cried tears of joy when he laid down next to you, holding you close to his chest, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back, caressing you to sleep. The following morning, Geto woke you up before he left. He was bidding farewell and leaving you with his cellphone number. He was persistent on you taking it, urging you to call him if you ever needed him.

Little did he know that your call would come one week later. Rainbow dragon landed outside of the brothel, and Suguru came bursting through the doors, eyes dark in fiery fury as he scanned the entryway finding the scumbag monkey that was a pathetic excuse for a manager cowering behind the bar. Suguru ignored him and bounded up the stairs, heading to the room you had first met.

Opening the door, he froze, finding you sitting on the bed, face swollen and bruised. “Princess?” He spoke softly, not to startle you. “What happened?” You motioned to the corner of the room where an unconscious man lay, a fork jammed into the side of his neck.

”My manager sent a customer to me without my knowledge. The man attacked me, but I fought him off before he could get what he wanted.” Suguru released one of his curses before pulling you into his arms, attempting to shield you from the gruesome sight of the man’s death, But you watched from over his shoulder, never once blinking.

”I’m taking you home with me.” His tone and words left no room for argument, not that you would. “Let’s go.” He lifted you into his arms, carrying you down the stairs, ignoring the whispers and glances in your direction. Before he took you outside to where Rainbow Dragon was waiting, he stopped turning towards the bar where the disgusting human who had betrayed you cowered. “Princess, what shall we do with him?”

You turned, one eye swollen shut, as the other burned with rage. “Kill him.” Suguru smiled coldly, releasing more curses that swarmed around the man. His screams filled you with joy as Suguru sat upon the back of his dragon, holding you close to his chest. As the cursed spirit took flight, you peered down as several girls and patrons escaped the building before it erupted into blue flames. “Worthless monkeys.” You spat out, cuddling into Suguru’s chest.

The next day, Geto happily watched as Nanako and Mimiko braided your hair while other members of his found family spoke with you. Suguru had made sure to get your sister away from your parents before he took care of them as he’d done to his mother and father. Your sister would be placed in the care of one of his devoted followers while you stayed by his side.

“Suguru,” You called out, smiling sweetly as you broke away from the girls. “What are you thinking about?”

He kissed your head, “Just admiring your beauty.” He took one of the braids the girls had done and kissed it. “I’m truly a lucky man.” You smiled this time, kissing him on the lips.

”I think we're both lucky.”

”That we are princess, that we are.”

[readerthatreadsss]

Worth The Wait | Steven Grant

(Inspired by the song of the same title by Kali Uchis)

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: You and Steven have been roommates for a while now. But one night after being stood up by yet another guy in a string of dates gone wrong, Steven offers you some support...which sparks an interesting chain of events.

Warnings[18+ activities MDNI]: sub! (ish) Steven, dom! (ish) reader, fools in love, friends/roommates to lovers, mentions of drunk reader (but not drunk when they actually have sex, you'll see), crying (reader's drunk and starts venting for a bit, that's all), unprotected p in v sex (cloak the joker before you poke her), oral sex (steven and r receiving), Steven doubting himself mid-sex, assertive reader and awkward Steven! , choking (r receiving), riding, creampie, barely edited cause I'm really fuckin tired.

A/N: Hi. Don't ask me where I found the time or motivation to write this shit when school started back a month ago. The idea just popped into my head and my fingers didn't stop moving once I opened a draft. Note, I have a tall fem! reader x Steven in my drafts to finish so don't think I forgot!

"Steeeeven," knock knock knock, "STEVENNNN," knock knock knock−

Steven's brows furrowed beneath his reading glasses at the sound of your voice coming from outside your shared apartment door. Concern as well as confusion sprang through him instantly. You sounded drunk. Which he was sure to be the case seeing as you were sloppily knocking at the door rather than opening it with your keys.

He quickly shut the book he was reading and removed his glasses before making his way over to the door in fear that your next call of his name would wake the entire building.

Unfortunately, he opened the door at the very moment you launched your hand forward to knock once more. This caused you to tumble through the door with a drunken yelp. But Steven caught you in his arms before your body could hit the ground.

You looked up at him with a lazy smile and hooded eyes. "Thanks, Stevie bear," you hiccuped, using both hands to cling onto one of his very defined biceps. You had never realized how big and firm they were before that moment.

"You're welcome," Steven replied worriedly. He swiftly shut the door with his foot and used your grip on his arm to bring you standing back on your feet. "Y/n what the bloody hell happened to your date?"

You rolled your eyes at his question, kicking off your heels and making your way over to the couch without somehow falling again. "See now, Steven," you paused and pointed at him drunkenly, "it can't be a date if the said date doesn't even bother to show up!" you explained.

Steven sighed deeply at your explanation as he sat on the other end of the couch. This wasn't the first time this had happened to you—or him for that matter—but he could never understand why. You were easily one of the most beautiful women in London, and definitely one of the smartest, (your framed Ph.D. in psychology hanging over the television was evidence of that). You were the full package and more. Any man would be lucky to have you.

But the men of London were clearly morons if they kept standing you up or acting like complete knobs to you on your dates.

He would never do that to you. But he's seen photos of your past dates. A woman like you was way out of his league and would never go for someone like him, anyone with eyes could see that.

"How much have you had to drink?" Steven suddenly asked you.

You raised 3 fingers to the best of your ability. "Six," you answered before bursting into a fit of giggles at Steven's expression.

"Gosh, y/n, you're absolutely clobbered," he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch and spread it over where your short skin-tight dress was riding up your thighs.

"Well I didn't lie," you sat up abruptly, throwing the blanket off your lap and turning to face Steven and sit as crosslegged as your dress would allow, "Three of the drinks were margaritas...the other three were shots of vodka though," you admitted softly as if it were some secret for only yours and Steven's ears.

"Do you have work in the morning?" Steven questioned gently, picking up the blanket and handing it back to you. Your dress was riding up with every slight movement you made, which meant more of your thighs being exposed to him. Despite this, Steven wouldn't dare look anywhere except your eyes.

"Nope." You threw the blanket back on the floor. The night was pretty warm, you don't understand why Steven keeps giving it to you.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee or tea?"

"Yup."

Steven looked at you in question for a few seconds. "Which one?" he prodded, fighting back a smile at your muddled state.

You moved closer and narrowed your eyes, "Which one of what?" you questioned, truly confused, before breaking out into another fit of drunken giggles that caused you to momentarily tumble forward and land your hands on Steven's thighs.

"Coffee it is then," Steven answered for you, his voice traveling up an octave. He then carefully moved your hand from his thighs, trying to ignore the chills your touch sent up his spine, and hightailed it to the kitchen to put on the percolator for you.

You tilted your head as he walked away, noting how quickly he left.

When Steven returned with your cup of coffee (with cream and no sugar just how you liked it), he found you seated in the same spot but with his blanket draped over your head and body while soft sniffles and sobs met his ears.

He placed your cup on the table nearby and carefully approached your figure on the couch. Steven reached for the blanket and slowly removed it from your body.

"Why are you crying, love?" he sweetly asked once your face came into view.

"Because I'm a mess," you sniffled, using a hand to wipe the trail of tears falling from your eyes.

Steven's head tilted in disbelief at your words. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Yes I do," you nodded fervently, "It's why my dates have sucked for the past 2 months, it's why I got passed over for that goddamn promotion at work last week, and it's why you can't stand being around me for longer than 3 minutes these days."

Steven was taken aback by your words. You thought he couldn't stand to be around you? That's impossible.

"You practically sprinted to the kitchen!" you added after a few moments of silence.

"To make you coffee," Steven protested, gesturing to the cup lying untouched nearby.

"I saw your face," you looked down at where your hands lay in your lap.

Steven swallowed harshly. "Y/n."

You ignored his call for your attention.

"Look at me," he came closer and entangled his hands with your own in your lap, immediately causing you to look up at him with tear-stained eyes, "You are not a mess," he softly yet sternly said to you.

"Yes I am−"

"No. You are not," he interrupted your arguing, "Your dates? They're all losers for letting you slip through their hands. And if a few bad dates is fate's way of making you wait to find the one, then I think that's well worth the holdup, yeah?"

You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously before nodding in agreement.

"And as for my behavior earlier, it was−" Steven paused with a sigh fumbling for a sensible excuse, "it's your perfume."

You pulled a face that would have made Steven laugh under normal circumstances. "My perfume? You hate my perfume?"

Steven swallowed harshly. He hated lying. He wasn't even good at it. But convincing you that he couldn't bear your perfume was easier than admitting that he just couldn't handle the way your hands felt on his thighs or the way his entire body heated up when you leaned closer to him. "Yup. The smell was too much for me," he fibbed.

You rested your head in your palms, pouting slightly. "But you're the only reason I wear this perfume, Steven," you confessed, barely audible.

Steven's face fell. "What?"

"You told me that you liked it when I moved in and from then I kept buying it just because you liked it."

Steven's heart swelled at your admission. He felt like an asshole. He was no better than the losers you'd been going on dates with.

You continued to speak. You could feel words preparing to leave your lips that have been eating at you for a while, now guided by your lowered inhibitions. "And I didn't only mean just now. These past few weeks you can barely look me in my eyes, or be near me, Steven. What am I doing wrong?" your voice broke with your last words.

Steven had seen you cry a few times before. But this time was different. The look on your face was heart-wrenching. He couldn't believe that he made you feel like this.

Because he was having trouble dealing with his own feelings for you, he made you think he hated you...when it was the complete opposite.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It's all my fault," Steven said, breaking away from your gaze, feeling it pierce through him.

"I'm the one who was dumb enough to fall in love with you..." he added, only to look up and see you passed out against the arm of the couch.

A part of him was saddened that you fell asleep before hearing his confession. But another was grateful and profoundly unprepared for your inevitable rejection.

Steven looked at you for a few more seconds before carefully picking you up—smiling to himself when you curled into his chest—and carrying you to your bedroom.

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You woke up in a slight daze...and in someone else's bed.

It took a few glances around the room for you to piece together that you were in Steven's room.

And then all of last night's events came back to mind, seeping in and clearing the fog that your excessive alcohol consumption had sired;

Your failed date. Coming home and falling into Steven's arms. Saying way too much to Steven. Steven's last words before your body shut down.

Steven.

Steven.

Steven.

"Oh God," you mumbled, cradling your face in your hands.

Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom for a shower. You thanked whatever higher power was at work that Steven was still asleep on the couch when you padded through the living room.

But when you finished showering and exited the bathroom, you were hit with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You poked your head into the living room to make sure Steven was still in the kitchen before running a path straight to your room and getting dressed.

After throwing on one of your old university crew necks and the first shorts you could get your hands on (which happened to be very short ones), you heard a knock at your door followed by Steven's voice.

"Y/N? I have a cup of green tea and some painkillers here...thought you'd need them."

You found yourself smiling at the sound of his voice, something that was becoming more common in recent weeks. What did you do to deserve a man like Steven in your life?

You quickly moved to open the door and let Steven in. "Hey, Steven," you greeted him with a small smile.

He released a nervous chuckle as he presented a cup and two pills to you. "Good morning."

You took them happily, bringing them to your night table. "I'm not actually feeling very hungover," you said to him, turning to sit on your bed.

"Really? That's surprising...considering last night," Steven replied, taking a hesitant step further into your room.

"Yeah must be my tolerance and all that," you shrugged, taking interest in how Steven had yet to meet your eyes since you opened the door.

A beat of silence passed between you while you took a sip of your tea. "Steven, you can sit," you softly spoke, gesturing to your bed.

"Oh, sure," Steven took a seat at the farthest edge of your bed, maintaining a more than comfortable space between you.

"How'd I end up in your bed this morning?" you suddenly questioned. You were genuinely curious, but the reaction it garnered from Steven was more than worth it.

After a brief clear of his throat, Steven answered, "Well you sorta climbed into my bed in the middle of the night, gave me quite a scare actually, and I wanted to give you space to rest so I let you have my bed and I slept in the couch."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you frowned, a tinge of embarrassment seeping in, "Why didn't you sleep in my bed?"

"Because..." laying in your bed that smells flawlessly like you would've sent him into cardiac arrest- "the couch is more comfortable."

You nodded in understanding, placing your half-empty teacup back on the table.

"If you uh need anything," Steven stood up from your bed, slowly walking backward to the door, "just shout," he said as he turned to open the door.

"Did you mean it?"

Steven halted in place at your words, his back still facing you.

You slid off your bed and approached his oddly still figure.

Steven's throat ran dry. There's no way you could have actually heard him. Right? "What?" is all he managed to say.

You walked past him and used a hand to close the door, coming to stand in front of him. You needed to look at his face. Living with Steven for a year has taught you that he wasn't a man of many words but his face said more than enough when he couldn't. Drunk you couldn't utilize your psych degree the night before, but sober you sure could at that moment.

"Did you mean it?" you repeated, "When you said you fell in love with me?"

Steven's jaw slackened when he met your stare, that feeling of being pierced by your gaze returning. "I-"

Your eyes narrowed as you took a step closer to him, now being close enough for his nervous breaths to fan across your lips. "Because if you meant it then I would tell you that. I think..." you paused and looked away for a moment, "No, I know that I love you too."

Steven's hooded brown eyes widened. He blinked a few times, trying to will himself to wake up if this was a dream.

You bit back a small laugh at his expression before you continued. "I love how willing you were to rent some small-time therapist your extra bedroom because you heard her crying in the corner of a coffee shop that she'd been kicked out by her stupid ex-boyfriend. I love the mugs you buy me every month because you saw them and they reminded you of me. I love how you watch shitty action movies with me after every bad date I have because you want to take my mind off them. I love how much you care about...everything really. I love you, Steven Grant," an enlightened smile rested on your face as you spoke, "and I'm sorry that I spent the past year thinking everything you made me feel was platonic when the truth was that you made me feel things that no one else has. I'm an idiot Steven-"

"No," Steven's first word came, a relieved smile accompanying it, "You are not an idiot. You are the smartest person I've ever met. Smarter than me, that's for sure," at that, you both laughed, "I've spent this whole year thinking that you would never see me as anything more than your weird, boring roommate...and turns out you loved me this whole time," he ended in a soft whisper, shocked by his own conclusion. Steven found his eyes drifting down to your lips and you immediately took note of it.

You exhaled deeply before closing the gap between you and Steven, meeting his lips in a bold kiss.

Initially stunned, Steven sunk into your lips soon after, gently bringing his hands up to rest on the sides of your face.

Your brain fogged as Steven devoured your lips, an unusual confidence taking over him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss, allowing Steven to slip his tongue past your lips, tasting more of you and pulling a moan from your chest.

Steven pulled away first, feeling himself enter a state that he wouldn't dare himself to in your presence. You bit back a whine when his lips left yours, looking up at him in confusion.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he spoke, taking a step away from you.

You licked your lips and stepped towards him. "Steven, trust me, I want to do this. I want to do a lot more than this actually," you pulled his waist flush against your body, drawing a shared moan from you both when his growing bulge pressed against your stomach.

Steven's hands flew up to grab the back of your neck and your jaw. He softly muttered your name, as a warning more than anything else.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss against the corner of his lips. "If you say no, we will stop this right now and go eat breakfast. But if you say yes, we are gonna stay here and I'm gonna let you do very bad things to my body."

Steven swallowed harshly. "God, yes," he replied, failing to swallow back a whimper at the implication of your words.

Your hands squeezed his waist as you moved back to look at his face fully. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that Stevie," you smirked.

Steven looked down at you with adoration clear in his eyes. He couldn't believe this was really about to happen. He used his hold on your neck to pull your lips crashing into his. This kiss was a lot more hungrier than the first, with Steven now making his intentions much clearer.

"I'll take that as a yes," you grinned between kisses.

Steven groaned his agreement as he continued to kiss you.

You used your grip on his waist to push him back towards your bed, effectively breaking your kiss and causing him to land on the edge of your bed with a grunt.

Steven looked up at you through his lashes in awe as you approached him. He watched keenly as you removed your top, wearing nothing underneath, before moving to straddle his thighs. Steven made a move to touch your chest before stopping his shaky hands midair and looking at you in question.

You gently held Steven's chin up and smiled down at him. "Steven you can touch me," you reassured him. Even in an intimate moment like this, he was ever the gentleman...

Steven indulged with a sheepish smile and brought both his palms to each of your breasts. Unable to help himself, Steven dove in and took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.

"Fuck, Steven," you moaned, eyes slamming shut at how good it felt. Your words only seemed to egg him on further as Steven switched to your other breast, his lips and tongue moving against it with more enthusiasm.

Your hands at the back of his neck grabbed fistfuls of his curls while his ministrations against your chest pulled more moans and whines from your lips.

Some time after, you pulled Steven's lips away from your breasts and met them in a searing kiss, pressing your clothed cunt down against his erection. "Shit," Steven lowly cursed, bringing his hands to your waist to grind you down further against his bulge.

You obliged with a moan, grinding in Steven's lap harder. "Tell me what you want, Steven," you whispered against his lips.

Steven's hands squeezed your waist harshly when your lips began sucking against his throat. He could barely put together thoughts at the moment, much less words.

You trailed a hand down to the waistband of Steven's sweats and slowly reached under it for his cock. You swallowed a moan when your hand traced his full length and girth. "You've been holding out on me Steven," you chuckled against his neck.

Steven blushed furiously at your words. "Thank you?" he responded awkwardly, barely functioning with your hand rubbing along his cock.

You chuckled once again, pulling away from his neck to look at him. "You're so pretty," you said, causing another wave of red to hit Steven's cheeks.

"No one's ever said that to me before," he admitted softly.

"Well that's okay, cause I want to be the only one who makes you blush like this," you grinned brushing a stray curl from his forehead, "I bet your cock is just as pretty," your hand picked up speed beneath Steven's pants, "Can I see it? Please?"

Steven nodded enthusiastically. "Anything you want," he said with a desperation that had your pussy throbbing with need. You briefly lifted your hips allowing Steven to clumsily slide off his sweatpants and boxers and step out of them.

Once you returned to your position on his thighs, you looked down at his cock, the head already dripping with small beads of precum. The length was truly unexpected, as well as the girth. You would do anything to feel him inside you.

But for now, you really wanted to taste him.

Steven watched you sink to your knees before him, your eyes never straying from his.

"Are you sure you want to-"

"Steven you said anything I wanted," you paused, gliding your fingers over his length and watching it twitch in response, "And I really want to taste you. Can I suck your cock, Steven?"

Steven's breathing picked up as he took in the image before him; you on your knees, touching his dick while literally begging to suck it with a look in your eyes he could only compare to the look of a wild female tiger eyeing her freshly caught meal in the nature documentary he watched the week before.

"Please, please do," his response came soon after.

You began with a kiss to the head of his cock that made it immediately jump in your hand. You couldn't help but chuckle, and it was a sound that Steven hoped would be the last thing he heard before he left this earth. "You're so sensitive, Stevie," you cooed before pressing another kiss but to the base of his length.

Steven released a sharp moan at both of your kisses to his cock, finding himself embarrassingly close to cumming already.

"Please," he pleaded your name with a whine, "stop teasing."

You swirled your tongue around the head where precum had gathered, moaning in time with your movements and drawing yet another mewl from Steven. "Oh but Stevie, I just love hearing you say please," you teased him, looking up from where you had a hand wrapped around his base and another briefly caressing his balls.

Steven was now panting, his eyes never leaving you as you held him. He watched you slowly wrap your lips around his tip before slowly sinking down.

After reaching a little more than halfway down Steven's cock, you felt yourself gag but simply stilled instead of removing yourself completely.

"Fucking hell," Steven grunted before melding into a pathetic moan once you held your position. You eventually let up when you almost ran out of air and slowly removed your lips from his dick, your eyes meeting his with tears streaming along your face from the stretch.

You were prepared to do it once again but felt Steven's palm grab your chin before you could. "No, love, please. If you do that again I'm afraid I'm not gonna last."

Steven watched you lick your lips before shifting to trap his thumb in between your lips and softly suck on it. He couldn't stop the whine that slipped his lips at your action.

You eventually released his thumb from the confines of your mouth and came to stand over him with a smile. "Well then. Tell me what you want to do next. I'm all yours, baby, remember?"

Steven brought his hands to rest on your hips and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against your stomach. "I-uhh," his brows furrowed and he shook his head briefly as if sending away a thought.

"What is it, Steven?"

The man beneath you looked up to meet your eager eyes, suddenly confident enough to say what he wanted. "I really...really want to taste you."

You felt your breath hitch at his request. It was rare for a man to enthusiastically offer to go down on you. Though it was clear to you now that Steven was most definitely a rare man.

"You want to?" you felt your voice come out a lot more unsure than usual.

Steven's brows furrowed once again as a fleeting smile graced his lips at your response. "Of course I do, sweetheart. Do men not usually..."

You harshly exhaled. "I mean some do but I usually have to complain first or they do it cause they want me to return the favor," you admitted.

"They don't deserve you. No one does," Steven softly uttered, gazing up at you with eyes you were growing more fond of by the minute.

You quickly leaned down to meet him in a kiss in response. You didn't deserve him either.

Steven pulled you back into his lap and kissed you back eagerly. But he was the first to pull away, causing you to whine in a way that made his cock jump against your cunt. "I-I really did mean it, love, I need to taste you. Now."

You had never seen Steven so demanding. It had you throbbing in anticipation. You allowed him to lay you on your back and peel away your shorts and panties to reveal the part of you where you needed him most.

Steven looked starstruck as he examined your arousal. He moved closer and closer to your pussy, letting his warm breath fan over your glistening lips.

"Steven please-" you begged, though you couldn't finish your thought before your voice broke into a loud moan when Steven licked a stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit.

Steven closed his eyes, relishing his first taste of you. It was everything he'd quite literally dreamed of and more.

And so, he eagerly dived into your core.

Your hands flew to Steven's head working between your legs as your thighs instinctively closed around his head from the sudden wave of pleasure surging through you.

The feeling of your thighs trapping his head against your pussy was absolute bliss to Steven. He moaned into you as his tongue swirled around your clit sloppily. If he was inexperienced, you couldn't tell because every movement of his tongue brought you closer and closer to your release.

The vibrations of Steven's enjoyment drew a brief scream from your chest before you slapped a hand over your lips to silence it.

Steven finally came up for air, his lips and jaws covered in your slick. His curls were strewn along his forehead by a damp layer of sweat as his dilated pupils met your own. "C'mon. I want to hear those pretty noises you make for me, love," he said before running two of his fingers through your folds to gather some of your wetness and slowly inserting them into you.

"Oh my-STEVEN" your back arched up and off your bed as you felt immediately filled up by Steven's digits.

Steven gauged your reactions as he slowly removed his fingers before pushing them again with no resistance due to your arousal. "I've wanted this for so long, love," he began to speak as he slowly leaned down to press his lips against your clit in a kiss, "Wanted to hear you moaning my name," he sped up his fingers' movements inside you, "Wanted to taste you," he added another finger, now touching that spot inside your walls with every thrust, "You're so beautiful," he ended before fully diving back in with his tongue against your bud.

"Yes—fuck—you're so good to me baby," you finally gathered enough breath to speak while gaining a proper grip on his head. With every sharp lick or nip he'd make, you would tighten your grip on his hair and it would only spur him on further. It was only a matter of seconds from there before...

"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Steven," you called out, looking down to meet where he was already staring up at you, and speeding up his fingers and tongue's ministrations against you.

He held your stare once he felt your walls clench around his fingers and heard your moan melt into a scream.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," you shouted as your orgasm slammed into you thanks to Steven's eager tongue and fingers.

Steven watched your chest slow its heaving when your climax subsided and removed his fingers but couldn't stop himself from licking the remnants of your release from your folds. It was as if he was trying to work you up to another orgasm.

"Shit Steven wait," you mewled, attempting to close your legs from overstimulation. But Steven used strength you'd never known him to have to shove your legs back open and hold them in place, clearly intent on tasting every bit of what you had to offer.

Your eyes widened. "Holy fuck," you removed both your hands from Steven's head and ran them over your face and boobs. He was driving you absolutely insane. If it weren't for his grip on your legs you would be trembling beneath him.

It wasn't long before a second orgasm crept up on you, one more powerful than the last. Your lips parted in a silent scream as your climax washed over your entire body, from your thighs to your feet, to the base of your fucking spine.

Steven couldn't help but stare as he cleaned you up for the last time with his tongue. He couldn't believe he got to see this. To make you feel like this.

Your high subsided soon after and you released a sharp exhale followed by a laugh of disbelief.

Steven moved from his position on his knees before you to hover above you on your bed. "You okay, love?" he questioned in concern

You responded to his question with a satisfied grin. "I'm great, Stevie," you spoke before meeting his lips in a sweet kiss, "But..."

Steven's face fell at your words. He slowly moved from above you to lay next to you, scared to meet your eyes. "I did something wrong didn't I? Or did I forget to do something? I'm sorry-" he rambled, immediately doubting himself.

But his words died in his throat when you turned and caressed his cheek with a hand, your grin still present on your face. "You did nothing wrong," you insisted, "That was no doubt one of the best orgasms of my entire life."

Steven looked away and laughed at your confession. "You don't have to say that to make me feel better."

"I mean it, Steven," your voice grew stern, "That was fucking incredible."

Steven couldn't even formulate a response.

"What I was going to say was," you broke his silence, "I promised you could do bad things to my body and you haven't done nearly enough for me," you ended with a smirk.

Steven grunted when he felt your fingertips run along his cock.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Steven?" you questioned innocently while completely wrapping your hand around and stroking Steven's dick.

He nodded quickly, his bottom lip held between his teeth as he tried not to react to how soft your hand felt around his painfully hard cock. "I do. So badly, love."

You released him and brought a hand over to grab Steven's neck before using your grip to pull him back to his previous position above you. "Then fuck me, Steven. I need you to fuck me," you whispered.

Steven wasted no time in grabbing his length and lining himself up with your entrance. "Are you sure?" he checked in with you once more.

You jerked your hip in the direction of his cock in an effort to fill yourself up but to no avail. You were so damn desperate you didn't care how you sounded. "Yes Steven, please, I need you to fill me up. Fill me up baby, c'mon," you whined hurriedly.

"Well who am I to deny you of what you want, love?" he replied before slowly guiding himself into you.

He immediately groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. "Heavens, love, you're so—aghh—tight," he grunted.

Your moans were never-ending as he sunk into you inch by inch. The stretch was briefly painful but it hurt so good you didn't care.Steven stopped halfway in and leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart," he praised you.

You bit your lip at his praise. "More, Steven, keep going."

Steven obliged and fully sunk into you with one last push. Your moans mixed in the air at the sudden change. "You feel so good inside me Steven, oh my God-" you cried out.

You nearly choked on air when Steven slowly pulled out of your heat before slamming back into you.

"SHIT," you both cursed together before opening your eyes to look at each other.

"Faster, baby, I can take it I promise," you nodded, bringing your hands up to the sides of Steven's face. You even wrapped your legs around Steven's waist.

Steven took a deep breath before pulling out and rutting into you again, now establishing a pace. Which every thrust inside your cunt, Steven grazed your g-spot, effortlessly. It was as if you were built for his cock.

"Fuckin' love the way you fuck me, Steven," you mumbled as Steven set a brutal pace inside you.

Steven leaned down to press his forehead against yours as he continued to fuck you. Your breathing seemed to sync as he pulled out moan after moan from you.

His hands rested at the sides of your head but you could feel them inching closer to your neck.

Your pussy clenched around him at the thought of him choking you. Steven faltered in his thrusts in response. "Love you're squeezing me so hard I don't think I'm gonna last."

"Do it," you called out, tilting your head toward one of his hands.

"What?"

"I can see you thinking about it. Choke me, baby," your chest heaved as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching.

Steven hesitated for a second before he stopped his thrusts and brought a shaky hand to wrap around your throat.

"I trust you, Steven," you spoke truthfully, "I want this too," you brought a hand to rest over Steven's briefly in reassurance.

Steven began roughly pounding you again with his hand now squeezing around your neck.

"Fuck yes, holy shit," you breathed out, feeling your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head with the newly added feeling of Steven's large hand wrapped around your throat. making you see stars.

Steven, although shocked by your immediate enjoyment of his secret guilty pleasure, took it as a sign to continue. So he trusted faster but made sure to maintain the same amount of pressure on your neck. He then got the idea to use his free hand to reach down and fiddle with your clit while fucking you.

You were instantly thrown over the edge. You came with as best a scream of Steven's name as you could manage with his hand still choking you. Chills ran down your spine while Steven slowed his thrusts inside you and waited for your orgasm to pass.

Eventually, you felt Steven release your neck and slowly begin to remove his cock from your cunt. You tightened your legs around his waist in protest. "Uh uh, we're not stopping till you come inside me, Steven," you demanded.

Steven loved the way you'd been taking control throughout all of this. He'd do anything you asked without a thought. "That's fine with me love," he nodded with a lopsided grin.

"Good," you deeply inhaled before using your hold on his waist to roll him onto his back, with you now straddling him.

You smiled at his shocked expression, which soon morphed into excitement. "You're bloody amazing," he grinned up at you.

You fought the heat that crawled onto your cheeks at his words and looked away with a smile. "Stop sweet talking me and fuck me, Steven."

He nodded quickly, "Yes ma'am." Steven slipped back into your entrance slowly.

But you grew impatient and fully sat down on his cock, loving how full he made you feel. Steven's cries met your ears soon after.

You grabbed his hands and placed each on one of your breasts before beginning to properly ride him. Steven heeded your directions and pawed at your chest while thrusting up to meet your hips.

His grunts soon became whimpers and whines as you rode him harder and faster, eager to make him cum.

"I'm almost there, love," he cried before sitting up and pulling you into his chest. His hands moved down to grip your waist where he guided you faster along his cock.

"There you go, Steven," you held his face against your own as his pace grew sloppy and his brown eyes slid shut.

"Cum for me, baby," you softly spoke with one last grind of your hips. Steven halted inside you with a broken sob of your name and filled you up with his warm release.

You moaned at the feeling of his spend coating your inner walls and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "You did so good Steven."

"I love you," his eyes finally opened while he panted, looking up at you with vulnerable eyes as if scared that you wouldn't feel the same after what you had just done together.

"I love you too," you replied without hesitation. You gently shoved Steven onto his back and followed suit, laying down on his chest as you gently removed his softening cock from inside you. You felt his hands move to wrap around your body soon after, bringing you further into his body.

Steven was the first to speak after some time. "I think you're the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time," he admitted, turning to look at you, not at all phased by the exhaustion in your features.

You leaned up to meet Steven in a heated kiss. He tightened his hold on you and met your lips with equal fervor. You pulled away reluctantly and looked down at his face with furrowed brows as you used a hand to trace his jaw and swollen lips. "Where have you been hiding my entire life, Steven Grant?"

"Haven't been hiding, love. I've just been here waiting for you."

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WHEW! This ABSOLUTELY got away from me holy shit. 6k words? yeah, not the plan at all. But hey it's definitely something considering that I haven't been able to sit down and write anything till tonight.

So I really do hope you enjoyed it.

(Lemme go look back through my requests and see what else I can cook up.)

[eros7hanatos]

➽ Our little play thing

Switch!Dottore x switch!gn reader

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, chastity belt, restraints, mostly dom reader,

word count: 1.1k words

A/N: hope this is alright 🐍 anon! This was a rlly new experience for me to write and holy- I hope you like it and a part 2 will be coming ;) Sorry for the late post T^T, still editing a little, im busy rn so 😭😭

art creds: idk please tell if you do know 🙏

“Oh my gosh it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” The certain red headed girl said as she wrapped her hands around you.

“It has been so long!” you say back as you lean against the door frame when she had let you go. “How was your concert travels?”

“Oh it went well, thanks for asking.” Nilou said with a smile as she suddenly reached into a bag by her side, “Oh yeah, here’s the key you asked for? I hope you can overcome your sugar addiction, but for now you deserve a treat after I’ve been gone for so long!”

She dropped the small golden key into your hand as you then waved her goodbye, promising to meet her soon and that you were a little busy at the moment. You smirked to yourself, what a great excuse that was. To be fair you weren’t exactly lying, it was a sort of way to restrain yourself, well, more like restraining him from something so sweet. The sweet taste of release.

“Who was that at the door?” A breathy husky voice asks as you walk back into your bedroom and plop yourself in the dark room on the bed.

“Oh, Nilou, she came back from her concert tour, can’t believe she’s pretty big now.” you say nonchalantly as you see his red eyes glint in the darkness.

“Did she give you the key? She better fucking have.” he almost growls as you let out a chuckle. Just in that moment you had a snarky little idea as you slip the key into your back pocket and turn to him.

You look at him with doe eyes, “She said she kept it in a bag that she forgot at an inn, don’t worry darling, it’ll only take a week or so to send it back.” you say, sarcastically and feigning sadness and pity in your tone. He grunts as he fights his restraints. What a sight this was, his hands tied behind his back, his legs occasionally kicking the air, his navy blue shirt wide open for your touch.

“What the fuck? Another week? I’m not waiting that long, you have to have a spare key, give it to me right now-” You roll your eyes and cup his cheeks, kissing him to shut him up. His lips move in the same pace as yours, following your motions as he bites your lower lip, harder than usual. You pull away, you lick the spot, tasting a metallic taste. Before you could even notice Dottore leans into you, smashing his lips back onto yours as his tongue enters your mouth in that moment of weakness. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, wet and warm, he moans into the kiss, relishing the little amount of control he had at the moment before it would be taken away once again. And surely you do, pushing his muscular body away from yours as you gasp for breath.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” he rolls his eyes as you lean back onto the soft mattress, thinking of what to do as payback. You smirk as an idea comes to mind and crawl over to the bed headboard, plopping yourself on Dottore’s lap, your smile widening as you hear him grunt. You run your hands through your hair as one of your icy fingers touch his well sculpted abs, causing him to wince at the sensation. One of your arms snakes around his neck as another one slowly but surely moves up his chest. He frowns and closes his eyes as you lean in closer, breathing on his chest.

Your hot breath drives him crazy as he feels more aroused by the second, helplessly trying to buck his hips up into you. You giggle as you continue, flicking his hard nipples and listening to his grunts and moans. You stick your tongue out, licking the erect nub before putting your whole mouth on it, sucking it, before biting down hard, just like how he had done to you. Dottore whines as you lick the spot, soothing it with your tongue.

He’s panting hard, sweat drips from his forehead as he fights his restraints again as your mouth leaves his body. Your hands trace his name on his chest as you move your hips slightly, edging him on. Your hands then move lower as you position yourself backwards, making space for your hands as you touch the chastity belt.

“What a shame, if not for this we could be having a good time.” you pout as it quickly changes into a sly smile. Dottore smiles, gritting his teeth as he looks at you through his blue hair. “If not for you leaving me alone all the time, I wouldn’t have done this, you know.”

“Tch. Couldn’t even get the belt in my size…” he mumbles, completely ignoring what you just said. You latch yourself onto his other nipple, nibbling it and slobbering your saliva all over it, angry as your anger slowly eases from his muffled moans and his chest heaving up and down relentlessly.

“I’m gonna make you regret this, you know that, don’t you?” he says as you let go of his abused nipple with a pop, now interested in his abs, tracing the lines as you nod. Suddenly his hips bump up into yours, stronger than ever as you fall into him, you yelp as you look at him, a scowl on your face and a smug look on his. Suddenly something caught his eye, he frowns as he then turns his eyes back to you, tilting his head as he smiles. You look back, trying to find what caught his eye as you then see something glinting. A small golden key. You hurriedly check your back pocket and, as expected, it’s empty. It must’ve fallen from your pocket when he thrusted up into you.

“Give it here.” he demands.

“Even if I did give it to you, you don’t even have the hands to free yourself.” you chuckle as you suddenly hear a snap. You eyes widen as you see him rubbing his wrists, a red line imprinted on his skin.

“Should’ve bought more expensive cuffs.” he laughs as he throws the cheap metal to the side, holding you with one hand and the other to grab the key to free himself. You sit there, shocked as you try to take control of the situation once more, frantically trying to free yourself from his grasp. He chuckles at your futile attempt as his big hand holds your wrists, another finally freeing himself from the belt.

“I told you you’d regret it~”

[20nugs]

Could you PLEAASEE write a day with matt in which he facetimes her in the morning and just watches her get ready and he begs her to come over, overall a very clingy matt PLEASEEE I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Tyy<33

Missed you

a/n: I love me some clingy Matt

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: kissing😼

summary: request🤓

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I wake up at 8:00AM, and immediately grab my phone to check for messages. My boyfriend, Matt, has already sent one.

Matt❤

hey baby, how'd you sleep?

I smile at his sweet message. He knows I always check right after I wake up.

Me

I slept well, what about you?

I set my phone down and wait for his next message. I brush my hair and wash my face. I hear a ping on my phone and I check it and see that Matt has messaged me again.

Matt❤

I slept good. Facetime?

I quickly check my appearance and text him back.

Me

Sure :)

I watch my phone get sent to a FaceTime and I answer it, seeing Matt's tired face.

"Hi baby," he says, smiling. A shiver runs down my spine as his voice is still raspy from sleep.

"Hi," I laugh. We gaze at each other for a few moments. "I'm getting ready right now, I don't know if that'll bore you or anything." I tilt my phone to show him my bathroom sink with my cosmetics on it.

"Nah," he says, sitting up on his bed. "I like to watch you do that stuff." I smile at him and start fixing my hair, using just a tiny bit of hairspray to keep the flyaways down. I hear a soft sigh on my phone.

"What's wrong?" I ask Matt, grabbing my mascara.

"I just miss you," he says. I look at him with a blank face.

"Honey I saw you yesterday," I say, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah but that was like forever ago, I wanna come over," he huffs. I giggle.

"Matt I have to go to the store today," I protest, finishing up my mascara.

"Nooo, stay home with me, you can go tomorrow," he whines. "I wanna hold you and kiss you."

I laugh. "Fine, I'll go tomorrow. You better get here quick before I change my mind," I say. Matt immediately smiles and I see him leave the frame to put on clothes. He comes back in record time. He grabs his phone and takes it into the bathroom, setting it up on his wall as he brushes his teeth. As he brushes his teeth, I pull on some jeans and the sweatshirt Matt left here last night. I notice Matt staring at me with a soft smile on his face. "Everything alright? Is there something on my face?" I ask, laughing.

He laughs and I notice a light blush sprinkled on his cheeks. "Everything's fine, I just love seeing you in my clothes." I blush, but before I can answer, I hear banging behind Matt. I can hear Chris distantly yelling 'Matt! Get the fuck outta the bathroom!'. Matt sighs and looks back at me. "I have to go, I'll be at your house in ten, alright? I love you," he says smiling.

"Okay, I love you too," I grin. Matt hangs up and I rush around my house to clean up. I finish cleaning and almost fall down the stairs when I hear keys unlocking my door. As Matt steps into my house, I run up to him and jump into his arms, giggling. He laughs with me and catches me in a warm embrace. He kicks the door shut and walks me over to the couch, sitting down so I'm on top of him. He pulls back from the embrace to smash his lips against mine. Our lips work in sync, expressing our love for each other. He pulls back and giggles as I chase his lips with my own.

"I missed you," he says, peppering kisses all over my face.

"We literally saw each other less than twelve hours ago, Matt," I laugh, his kisses tickling me, giving me butterflies.

"I don't care," he mumbles, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Missed you anyways."

I press a kiss to his temple and hug him closer to me. "I missed you too, you big goof."

[cal-flakes]

╰┈➤ rafe builds y/n a treehouse

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use.

summary: rafe remembered what y/n’s wish was. (i suggest reading stargazing with rafe first, however it’s not imperative)

y/n’s tatty hair blew in the breeze as she huffed and puffed, as well as the occasional squeak of pain when she was stung by a nettle. rafe chuckled at her grumpiness as he pulled her alongside him through the secluded woods.

“where are we going rafe?” she sighed, kicking a loose branch out of her way. “you’ll see, just be patient princess..”

groaning, she continued stumbling through the trees until they reached a small clearing. her mouth fell agape as she looked up, taking in what was before her. she didn’t even know this clearing was here, nevermind what was now built on top of it.

“a treehouse..” she muttered, amazement laced in her voice. rafe stood to the side sheepishly with his hands in his pockets. “y-you built me a treehouse?” she gasped as the corners of her mouth widened into a grin. “well, i had a little help from barry..”

“rafe, you didn’t have to do this for me!” she shrieked, tears brimming along her liner coated waterline. “i wanted to, you remember that night on the beach? i got my wish, it was only fair you got yours..”

he smiled tightly as the fond memories of that night came rolling through his mind.

“hmm, deal” she giggled, rolling onto her side to look at him. “i wish for a treehouse” his brows furrowed in confusion at her words. “a treehouse?”

it wasn’t until moments after that she’d explained her childhood dream of having a treehouse, filled with all of her favourite books and records, decorated with fairy lights, pillows and blankets.

“c-can i go in?” she asked, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers nervously. “of course, here’s the key, i put a lock on the door..”

handing her the small silver key, he watched in admiration as she skipped over to the wooden ladders he’d had barry build. his eyes met her small frame as she climbed them, giggling all the way up.

unlocking the small wooden door delicately, tears streamed down her face as she crawled inside, looking around at everything rafe had gone to great lengths to find.

he’d decorated it exactly the way she wanted it. there was a little table in the corner with a baby blue record player, with a small stand for all of her vinyls. to the right of it was a mound of pillows and blankets, all fluffy and cozy. and the walls were littered with some of her favourite band posters, as well as a few polaroid’s they had taken together over the last few months.

launching herself into the pile of covers, she threw her head back in hysterics as rafe’s head appeared at the top of the ladder, crawling in behind her.

making herself comfortable, she opened her arms, summoning him into them. she rested her cheek on the top of his head as he cuddled into her chest, pressing soft kisses to her exposed collar bones.

“i can’t even begin to tell you how much i love it, thank you rafe..” she sighed, stroking his neck with her thumb while tears continued to roll down her cheeks. “shh, no tears princess, you deserve it”

“this must’ve taken you ages to build..” nodding, rafe propped himself up to meet hee glassy eyes. “it did, but it was certainly worth it to see you so happy..”

[lovejosephquinn]

1.6k words of a fwb one shot. A hint of fluff and ever so slightly chaotic but above all smutty ✨

You'd sat up in a panic from an interruptive banging at your door. What time was it? You tap on your phone to see 3:27am. Absolutely not. You slip out of bed as the slamming of what sounds to be a fist bashing against the door frame, you can hear the brief noise of a familiar voice from the other side as you clamber down the stairs.

"Y/N, answer the fucking door noooooooow." Joe. One of your closest friends and known booty call whenever he felt like showing up for it.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head before you get to the door, the knocking commences. You say nothing but knock back through the other side, instant silence.

"Y/N? My darling? My everything?"

"Joseph." You speak out and you just hear this childish giggle leak out of his mouth.

"Let me in pretty please with a cherry on top, it's raining, it's cold, it's way past my bedtime."

Putting on the light, you grab your keys from the bowl situated on the table next to the front door, unlocking it and you move the door handle in unison. Joe stumbles through, tripping over his own two feet.

"If it's past your bedtime why aren't you going to your own bed Quinn?" You catch his arm to keep him steady, a slow yawn effecting your own balance from your only half conscious state.

"I like your bed better." Joe balanced himself against the wall, chuckling to his own response.

"You're obviously drunk, do you need some water? Something to eat?" You offered generously, you'd of kicked off if it were anyone else waking you up at this time, but Joe had some sort of free pass in which you enjoyed his company in any single form, at any time.

"I'm hungry, but not for food." Joe licked his lips, checking you out from the top of your head and down to your feet. You folded your arms, leaning against the wall next to him, a small smirk and a tilt of your head gave away that you knew exactly what he was insinuating.

Before you knew it, Joe had caged you between himself and the wall, his eyes looking shiny and starving, only one thing on his brain. Your core instantly ached for him, you knew he could give you what nobody else could, an astounding orgasm and then a good cuddle after it, where after that you'd go back to being your silly old selves, like nothing ever happened, you enjoyed it that way you understood each other's needs whilst maintaining the friendship you'd always had; it was perfect.

"Come on then, I'm waiting." You tapped your foot against the ground, catching him off guard, he brought his head down to look at the beat being created against your heel. You moved forward to clutch at the back of his curls, bringing his face back up to meet yours. The wicked smile that took over him, his hands found yours and slammed them back against the wall, holding you into place where you couldn't perpetuate control. His mouth was on yours in a flash, kissing you in the most desperate and sloppiest of ways, pushing himself up against you as you felt the already growing erection grind on your stomach.

His tongue pushed against your lips and you granted immediate access, he tasted like alcohol and cigarettes and your senses were addicted to the very scent of it all, his little moans in between the teeth clashing kisses, your mouths opening wider, heads tilting to the side so you could get as close as humanly possible.

Your hands were intertwined as you let a little squeeze, he let go and pulled down your pyjama shorts, falling to his knees and readying himself eagerly, licking his lips. Joe gripped at your leg, putting one over his shoulder so it spread you a little, his hands did the rest; extending your slit so all of your cunt was revealed to him. Licking a stripe from the bottom to the top, the tip of his tongue instantly finding your clit which sent bolts of electricity through your body, your hands promptly leaning a top of his head, ragging his hair toward you to silently communicate that you wanted more.

"Needy bitch." Joe muttered into you, making you bite down on your bottom lip. His mouth latching onto your sweet spot, sucking up your juices and humming along to the slick that coated his teeth. His tongue didn't stop flickering over your tingling bud, your head thrown back in utter bliss when you felt two fingers disappear up inside of you.

"Fuck me."

Joe let go a second, looking up to you with darkened eyes. "All in good time, I'm a little busy right now."

He moved his fingers in and out at an erratic pace, he knew you liked it rough, you loved the way he moved through you, hitting every spongy spot and making sure he wasted no part of his digits that fucked at your hole so intimately. His mouth went back to work, you lifted yourself, propping yourself against the wall, your other leg now joining his opposite shoulder, you wrapped them around his neck, wedged between the brick wall and Joe's face was a most comfortable and pleasurable place to be in. Another finger pushed it's way in, three of his fat fingers stretching out your tight little hole, preparing you for the end game.

You looked down to witness Joe take an almighty last slurp of your clit before staring back at you, his doe eyes gleaming your way.

"Look at you, all ready for this cock aren't you? You're so desperate to be fucked aren't you? My little slut."

You screeched, your body squirming, Joe adjusting himself so you could put all of your wight down onto him, your thighs were trembling so hard you couldn't contain them. He aimed his other hand at you, placing his thumb into his mouth before pressing it against your clit, rubbing sharply, fingers messily attacking you.

"Cum." You did, you cried out his name with brute force, it was all you could manage before your orgasm plummeted through the entirety of your body, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back into your head.

"Good fucking girl." Joe released his fingers from you, admiring the slick that coated him. Setting your feet back to the ground and being the one to keep you steady this time, Joe shoved his fingers into your mouth, watching you taste yourself with such admiration.

"What an obedient little slut you are for me." Joe smiled cheekily. "Aren't you?"

"Yes sir." That took him by surprise and you'd absolutely intended it to.

He pulled away from you, undressing himself and leaving a pile of clothes situated on your hallway floor, still losing his own balance slightly from the influx of alcohol which had rid him of his own self control.

"Bend over."

"You can't wait to get up-"

"Did I speak a different language? Bend over slut." Joe growled.

You managed a giggle before Joe handled you before you could move yourself. His hand pushed down against your back and your own hands steadied yourself up against the same part of the wall where your back was just pressed up.

"Perfect." Joe slapped his cock against your ass cheeks, spitting down onto his hand and lathering himself with his own saliva, lined himself up and pushed in the tip, inch by inch moving through you, your cunt clenching around him, caging it where it belonged. Joe's head was thrown back in ecstasy from his foreskin being pulled back from the friction.

"Oh fuck." He clenched his teeth, his fingers moulding into the skin of your waist from how hard he gripped. You moved yourself back to give him a sign that you wanted him to start moving, a sharp slap implanted onto your ass cheek before you could go back and fourth one more time.

"Alright greedy." Joe slammed into you with such stamina, his cock working rapidly to rail you close to your next orgasm. He was already leaking inside of you, the echoes of your unified moans in sync together so beautifully.

"Harder." You demanded, not that you couldn't already feel the severity of the way he fucked into you, you just wanted more. All you could possibly get from him in that single moment.

"What was that?" He'd heard you loud and clear, but the repetition was just so sexy to him.

"Harder!" You cried out and came all in the same breath.

"That's it, take this cock like only you know how."

It didn't take Joe long to falter to the edge, one last impenetrable thrust brought him to his own release. He halted into position, lips parted as a pornographic groan exhaled from vocal chords and straight out of his mouth like a prayer.

A more playful spank confirmed his satisfaction, making the both of you laugh, Joe pulled out, shaking himself off of the high he was still experiencing.

You turned to face him, high spirited grins at one another, your own perfectly imperfect friendship commenced.

"Are you joining me for a good old fashioned sleep sesh?" You picked up his clothes off the floor and pushed them to his chest.

"I believe I am, you in need of a big spoon?" You nodded to his offer, not that he'd be ever one to turn you down. He brushed past you in an excited way racing up the stairs, his naked ass jiggling along with every step he took.

"Hurry up then." Before you even got to the bottom step, he'd disappeared into your bedroom, you knew he'd be under the covers probably passed out before you'd even locked the door, turned the light off and got yourself upstairs. Typical.

[ughkat]

hey! i would love if you could write something where dom!luke has had enough of female readers teasing and how she refuses to obey him. including bratting from the reader, lots of praise and degradation, and maybe some edging as punishment? then super sweet aftercare at the end? :)

a/n: sorry these requests are taking so long! like i said ive been super busy these holiday months, but im trying to slowly work my way back into writing :-) hope u like *muah*

brat - l.r.h

cw: smut, doggy, unprotected sex, dom!luke, rough sex, edging, cursing, aftercare, spanking, creampie?¿

not proofread

italics = text message

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"Long day at work today. Missing your pretty face."

I grinned uncontrollably at Luke's sweet words, laid out lazily on our messy bed.

I was bored with nothing to do while Luke did his duties at work. Having already finished up the house work; cleaning, laundry, I was left to my own devices, giving me an hour and a half until Luke's arrival home.

I was curled up in our sheets, in only a loose fitting T-shirt and panties, thinking of ways to tackle my boredom until my boyfriends shift ended.

In my brainstorming, I bit my lip mischievously, as a cheeky light bulb went off in my head. I re-read Luke's text a few times before opening my camera app, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly to expose my underboobs and cleavage. I giggled softly and the thought of my actions consequences, as Luke was at his place of work and wouldn't be able to handle himself.

I snapped a few risqué photos, some of my chest just barely covering my nipples, some of my whole body from a higher angle. I went back to our message thread, sending Luke only one picture at a time.

Attachment: 1 Photo

"Missing you too :)"

I bit my lip nervously as I waited for his response, his reaction time being quicker than I was expecting. Luke read my message, letting a few minutes pass before responding.

"I'm at work, love."

I immediately recognized his flat tone over text, laughing internally at how quickly I could make him crumble. I swiftly selected another photo before sending my next message.

Attachment: 1 Photo

"I thought you missed me?"

I watchted as the three dots danced on my screen, disappearing and reappearing over and over as Luke frantically searched for his words.

"You better stop."

My leg bounced anxiously, yet I was filled with excitement. I could tell the mood I was slowly pushing him into. I sent one more photo before Luke had to tend back to his work.

Attachment: 1 Photo

"Or what?"

Luke responded quickly.

"Such a brat. Just wait till I get home."

I giggled at Luke's obvious frustration, glancing at the time and noting the 15 minutes until the end of his shift. I closed my phone and melted back into the bed, my mind wandering to the possibilities of what would happen once Luke got home.

I jolted from my seat slightly at the sound of jingling keys unlocking the front door. My heart couldn't help but pick up its pace with intriguing fear. I decided to keep my place in the room, letting Luke find his way to me.

I listened carefully as he entered our home, kicking his shoes off and making his way around the flat. I bit my cheek nervously as I hear his heavy footsteps approach our bedroom.

He opened the door calmly, looking at me with narrow eyes. I looked up at him, twirling my thumbs in my hands. I couldn't help but let a small giggle escape my lips. Luke's eyes widened as he approached me, his tall frame towering right over mine on the bed.

"You think it's funny?" He spoke deeply, slowly leaning down to my face and placing two hands on the bed on each side of me. I smirked slightly, giving him a small shrug. He laughed through his nose.

"You like being a brat? Teasing me at work with your little pictures?" He growled into my ear. His hot breath against my skin sending chills down my neck.

"What are you gonna' do about it?" I teased, tilting my head. He looked at me briefly before standing back up.

"Up." He ordered abruptly, motioning with his hand for me to stand up. I stood up slowly, keeping my eye contact with him.

"Turn around." He growled. My knees hit the bed as I turned the other way, my back facing him. He quickly pushed on my back, making my chest and stomach hit the bed, emitting a small gasp from me. He leaned his body over mine, speaking deeply into my ear.

"Wanna act like a brat, get treated like one." I could hear the smile in his voice as his hands trailed to my bare rear side, only covered ever so slightly by my skimpy underwear.

With no warning, I felt a sharp smack against my bare cheek, making me squeal. He ran his hand over the spot before bringing it down again sharply, making me jump with a whimper.

"Like being treated like my slut, baby?" He cooed, watching my abused cheek grow redder by the second. I nodded frantically, my words caught in my throat.

"I can't hear you, doll." He smirked. I whimpered once more, squirming under his touch.

"I love being your slut, Lu." I muttered through my lips, turning my head slightly towards him.

"That's my good girl." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "Get up." He assisted me getting up from my stomach, pulling my by my arm back on to my feet.

"Knees." He spoke simply, placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him as I slowly lowered myself to my knees, eye level to his bulging slacks. He brought a hand to his zipper and button, keeping one on my head. I watched in awe as he slowly brought his waistband down, exposing his throbbing member.

"Lemme see that pretty mouth, doll." He tilted his head, bringing his hand down and running a thumb over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly, inviting his calloused finger inside. His thumb pushed through my lips, exploring my wet tongue and mouth adoringly. I looked up at him through my lashes as he watch my lips wrap around his finger warmly.

"Fuck." He groaned through his teeth, bringing his tip to my lips.

I stuck my tongue out, pushing my head forward to take him in my mouth fully. He placed two hands on my head, tossing his head back and he pushed himself fully into my throat, making my choke slightly.

"So fuckin' warm, baby." He ran his fingers through my hair before gripping it tightly, beginning to guide my head himself. I followed his oace with my own neck, bobbingback and forth steadily. He noticed my eagerness to speed up and let out a chuckle.

Luke gripped my head tightly, swiftly picking up his pace to throat fuck me. Tears began to pool at the corners of my eyes as I gagged and choked on his length.

"That it baby? You like getting your throat fucked like a good slut?" He growled as his shaft repeatedly hit the back of my throat, saliva dripped down my chin and neck. He watched as my mascara ran down my cheeks, I gripped his thighs tightly for support.

Luke pulled himself from my mouth abruptly, pulling my back to my feet by my biceps. I panted and my breathing was staggered as he assisted in moving me to the bed, roughly tossing my on my stomach. He swiftly pulled my panties down, pushing the underside of my knees to prop my ass up.

"Such a pretty pussy." He cooed from behind me, he sat perched on his knees, running his hands on the underside of my thighs. I squirmed and whimpered in desperation, the chill air hitting my wet mound. Luke slowly ran his middle finger down my slick folds, bringing it to his mouth right after.

"So wet for me, doll." He teased.

"Lu.. Please." I begged into the sheets, my heat throbbing for attention. He let out a chuckle as my eagerness.

"Please what?" He tilted his head, "What do you want, doll?" I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Please. Touch me. Anything. Fuck me." My words were scattered, Luke's dominance had numbed my brain.

"Do you deserve it?" heaven smirked as he spoke, "Teasing me all day like a brat, should I let you cum?" He spoke with a smart-ass tone. I groaned loudly, kicking my foot with frustration.

"Please, Luke. I need you." I whined. He chuckled softly before bringing two fingers to my wet folds, running them up and down before pushing then into my entrance abruptly. I let out a gasp as his touch, my hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"This what you wanted, love?" He spoke deeply, picking up his fingers pace, keeping his free hand on my bare cheek. I nodded frantically, unable to use my words.

"Mm, yes. Fuck." I whimpered. Luke continuously pumped two fingers in and out of my entrance, the sound of my wetness colliding with his fingers filling the room.

He stood up on his knees, keeping his fingers in me, as he lined his tip up with my entrance. With no warning, his fingerd were quickly replaced with his throbbing member, continuing the same quick pace his fingers once were. I let out a squeal at the sudden feeling, making Luke chuckle from behind me. He grabbed my wrists, binding them behind my back with one hand, placing his other hand on my hip, gripping tightly.

"Was thing your goal? Huh?" He growled between thrusts, "Act like a brat all day so I come home and fuck you like a slut?". I moaned loudly in response, my words jumbled in my throat.

"I cant hear you." He spoke, leaning down closer to my ear.

"Y-yes." I whimpered, "I love being your slut." I choked out between moans.

"Y'sound so pretty trying to take my cock." He growled. Luke quickened his pace, his hips smacking against my ass roughly, my rearside skin turning red.

"M'god, Luke. Fuck." I whined loudly into the sheets, Luke's shaft hitting my walls quickly and repeatedly.

"You done being a brat?" He spat, bringing a quick hand down to my cheek. I squealed in response, nodding my head.

"M-mhm." I whimpered. "I'm your good girl." Luke chuckled.

"Atta girl."

I began to shake, feeling my walls clench against his member.

"Don't cum till I say." I muttered, watching himself go in and out of my abused hole. I whined, arching my back.

"Please, Lu. Need to cum." I cried out. His pace remained fast and hard.

"Not yet, doll." He smirked. His edging drove me crazy, chills being sent throughout my whole body feeling like electricity. My eyes rolled back in my head at the overstimulation.

"Should I let you cum, baby? You deserve it?" He teased softly. I nodded frantically.

"Beg." He spoke deeply. His thrusts numbing my mind, I tried to gather my words.

"Lu, please. I'll be a g-good girl. P-please let me cum." I whimpered a series of pleads.

"Hmm." He hummed, his teasing becoming agonizing.

"Fuck, Luke, please." I whined. He let out a devious laugh before speaking.

"Cum for me, doll. Cum all over my cock.".

Immediately, his words signaled my release, making me shake beneath him. I almost collapsed onto my stomach before Luke wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me up as he continued his fast thrusting. I shook as he continued to fuck me hard and fast for his own climax, the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Fuck." He let out various curses and grunts as he reached his climax, gripping my hips tightly before slowly pulling back out.

He released his grip on me, letting me fall gently to my stomach on the bed. He rolled onto his back, moving beside me as we took a minute of silence to catch out breath.

Luke turned his head to me, moving a tuft of hair out of my face. My eyes opened lazily, metting his bright blue ones.

"You okay?" He smiled warmly. I closed my eyes again with a tired smile, nodding gently. He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek, then my forehead. He leaned back again, admiring my messy and clammy features.

"You're so pretty." He said in an almost childlike manor, making me giggle.

"I look crazy." I rolled my eyes, aware of my freakish appearance after my hard pounding.

"I think you look pretty. My pretty girl." He ran the back of his fingers of my cheek as we laid together in comfortable silence, taking in each others company. His hands trailed all over my upper body, soothing me after the overwhelming events that had just taken place.

"I'll be right back." Luke abruptly sat up, pulling his boxers back on before exiting our bedroom. I laid content in our bed, continuing to catch my breath as Luke disappeared.

He returned quickly with two water bottles and various snacks from our kitchen, making me giggle.

Luke returned to his place beside me in bed, handing me a water bottle. I sat up, criss cross, taking a sip from the bottle. Luke grabbed me swiftly by my hips, pulling me into him, my back to his chest.

"I love you, doll." I murmured into my neck, placing a lazy kiss on my shoulder.

"I love you." I giggled

I sighed at the comfort of him, his touch and presence bringing me a feeling of safety that I had never felt before.

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Clingy drunk Billy at a party with big gf hahaa I feel like he would be so clingy idk why

ok hidey hoe babes this is gonna be so short and im so so so so sorry lmao, i promise you guys, i have some long ones coming out very very very soon

anywhore, here's something short and cute, mwah!

p.s. you guys send in some steve requests bc im on such a steve kick rn !!

warnings: drinking, plus sized reader, billy being totally adorable ig? groping.

"isn't she lovely?" billy hargrove x plus sized reader

Music played so loudly that it reverberated through the floor, the heavy bass vibrating through your feet. You were probably one of the few people still completely sober, and you were searching for your extremely drunk boyfriend, whom you had left on the couch so you could use the restroom.

You look around the large, overly crowded room almost frantically, hoping to god he hadn't wandered off to the car, you hadn't thought to grab the car keys out of his jacket beforehand, a dumb move on your part. "Thank god," You breathe, pushing through the thick crowd of sweaty bodies as you catch sight of him. You see him wave over the heads of people, your thick, curvy frame wasn't hard to miss.

You cut a quick path through the drunk teenagers, thankfully avoiding a drink nearly being spilled on your pretty white dress, one of your favorites that actually managed to hide your pudgey stomach in just the right kind of way and still make you feel like the hottest girl in the room, and when it came to Billy, you knew that you were.

You furrow your eyebrows as you get closer, he's standing next to Steve, and if almost looks like he's about to start something when he catches you again in his sight. You see his features visibly soften, and a dumb, goofy little smile crawl across his lips that turned into a huge, cheesey grin.

"Look at her..isn't she lovely, stevie boy?" He asks, his drunk voice slurring the sentence out as he loses his balance slightly, his hand going to the back of Steve's head so he could angle it towards you.

Steve grunts, his arm going around Billy to help keep him standing as he locked sight on you as well. She really is lovely, he had thought. He was stupid to have let Billy steal you away from him so easily, though in the long run, he was stupid for not making a move on you period. Billy had been the only one out of the two of them who had the balls enough to do it. "Yeah, Billy, she is.." He sighs, biting his tongue. He couldn't be mad at him for making his move, you were absolutely stunning, the way your body was shaped, every curve and dip, every last dimple and ridge that he knew perfectly well littered your skin. You had a ton of guys after you, and though you and Steve had had some fun at one point, you only had eyes for one.

"That third keg stand went straight to your head, huh, Billy?" You ask, finally making it to them. You look up at Steve, a kind smile on your ever so beautifully full face. "Thanks, Steve, i can take him from here.."

"Y/N, my love..god i can't wait to get you home so i can get between those plush thighs of yours, spend hours down there..." Billy sighs, his smile going even wider and dopier as he talks to you. It really was his favorite place to eat. You grin and wrap your arms around his middle, hoisting him up off of Steve.

You shoot him one last smile as you slowly make your way to the door with your boyfriend drunk and giggly in your arms, your hands moving skillfully through each of his pockets in search of the keys, giggling at the jokes he makes about feeling him up in public as he places sloppy wet kisses all over every bit of you he can reach.

"Baby?" He asks, once you get him into the passenger seat of the camaro, of which you had helped him fix his broken windshield.

"Hmm?" You ask, glancing over at him. His eyes were closed, his head against the window as you turned the ignition and listened to it pur to life.

"Can I use your boobies as a pillow when we get home?" His voice is soft, almond childish. You grin as you start driving, headed to your house. You knew it was a safer bet than his. "They're so soft and fluffy..and they always smell like they pretty lotion.."

You reach over and run your fingers through his dark mop of hair, god you loved him when he was like this. "Anything you want, love.." You say, and he hums, nodding off to sleep slightly.

It was a struggle to get him inside, and true to your word after you had gotten his boots, jeans and jacket off, you let him fall face first into your bare chest, pulling you sheets over the top of you. He snored almost immediately, babbling a half incoherent "i love you.." as you played with his hair, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him locked in place, something that you knew made him feel secure.

[accihoe]

I'm on a two week spring break (as the seasons in my country work differently to EU and USA), and I'm also working on a business report that has to be submitted by October 13th. What better time to write than now?

I am once again truthfully sorry for my continuous disappearances.

Here's a Bucky fic because I found my tiny magnetic frame with a photo of him in it <3 (pic of photograph at the bottom).

P.S. this will be my first publicly posted Bucky fic woo-hoo!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: it's the 1940s, and Bucky comes home from a hard day at work, but his wife is there to make every moment of his hard work worth it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mentions of war. Probably not all canon regarding time, etc. Slightly oc Buck.

A/n: Please do not plagiarize my work, and please give me credit if you post my work elsewhere. I might make this a series, dunno. Love y'all. Pls comment or inbox me if you'd like to be on a taglist.

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The walk home seemed longer than usual as Bucky trodged down the familiar path, every item of clothing feeling heavier with each step. He juggled his keys, slightly frustrated when they didn't go into the lock in the first few attempts. Finally, he managed, stumbling forwards from having his weight on the door. Bucky kicked off his boots in an instant, hung up his coat and hat, and looked around for his sweet love, his sugarbunch.

A smile bloomed across his handsome face as he saw her sauntering towards him, pretty dress flowing in the cool spring breeze. "Well, hello there, handsome chap. To what do I owe you the honours?" She smiled playfully, arms stretching open. Bucky gracefully accepted her invitation, wrapping himself around her and laying his cheek on her shoulder. "There, there, my love. Come on in. Go have a warm bath whilst I finish setting up the dinner table." His wife soothed, kissing above his cheekbone.

Once he'd freshened up, Bucky came downstairs to their four-person dining table, grinning at the meal his wife had prepared. She slid down in the seat across from him and reached out her hand, taking his. "Would you be as kind as to say grace for us?" She smiled, stroking her thumb over his bruised knuckles. They bowed their heads and closed their eyes as Bucky prayed for the food, "Lord God, Heavenly Father, bless our food and our drink, since you redeemed us so dearly and delivered us from evil, as you gave us a share in food and so may you give us eternal life. Amen.". They said amen in unison, and James kissed her hand as he let go of it.

"Jamie, my dear, I do not mean to alarm you, but I read about the war in the papers earlier today. It only seems to be intensifying. And I'm afraid young American men are no longer permitted a say as to whether or not they're getting drafted." His wife announced as she was washing the dishes, and he was drying and packing them away. The mug that he was busy drying slipped from his hands, but thankfully, his wife caught it just before it tumbled down the floor. "James," she breathed, taking his hands and gently tugging him away from the sink.

"Be..g my pardon, m-my love. The reality of the situations and times that we are living in has only dawned upon me now." James breathed, exhaling once again in disbelief. "Why don't you go and get ready for bed whilst I finish up here, hm?" She hummed, trailing her hand up to his neck and laying it there against his warm skin. "Alright, my darling, I bid on seeing you soon." He smiled, squeezing her hand that he held. "In the blink of an eye, sugar. Now go." She grinned, patting his cheek.

She joined him shortly after bathing and getting ready for bed, her chest tightening as she saw his frame in the bed, curled up in fear and staring off at the wood of his closet doors. Despite being fully aware of her presence, Bucky jumped when he felt her hand snake over his side and onto his stomach and chest. "Pardon me, my love." She giggled, spooning up against his back. James held his hand over hers as he continued to stare at the door. She felt sudden guilt. Should I not have told him that? She wondered.

"I'm sorry if I alarmed you, my darling." She said, pressing a loving kiss to the back of his neck. "You did not alarm me, dollface. 'M just tired from work 's all." He said, turning to face her. "Jamie, what'd your mama teach you about lying?" She warned. "Alright, alright." He smiled, eyes trailing across her bonny face, ruminating his luck. "Whatsoever may happen with this war, James, know that I love you." Y/N smiled, holding his hand to her chest and kissing his palm. "And I you." He smiled.

She skipped her reading that night, and so did he, just basking in each other's presence. The pair had fallen in love just after high school. James had seen her at church after praying for a pretty woman to cross his path, and she had prayed for a stable rock in her life to start a family with later on. It was instant love. After a period of wooing the pretty girl, they started dating, which then flourished into marriage. Bucky, age 24, Y/N, age 22, decided that they were content with the life they had built. Small but decent apartment, church community, flourishing matrimony, James had a stable job, and Y/N was applying for several.

Not to mention, their parents were incredulously proud. They were the spoken couple of Brooklyn, and Y/N treated Steve with the respect he deserved from day one, which was probably one of the central reasons for Becky's undying love for her. The life they had built together was sublime. Until the war hit.

xxxxxxx

Fin. Hope you liked it. Lots of love x

[moonlit-stay]

Kinktober 2022: Day 10

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Pairing: Jeongin x Female Reader

Kink: Wall Sex

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Soft!Dom Jeongin, Sub!Fem reader, established relationship, wall sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Please let me know if I missed anything

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Color(s) Of This Fic: Bubblegum Pink, Baby Blue, Lavender Purple, Sherbet Orange, and A Soft Yellow <3

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If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

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The bright, warm sun dances along your soft skin, illuminating the beautiful small town and all its features as you and Jeongin leave a cute little café you two stopped to have lunch at. The two of you walk side by side with your hands interlocked as you make your way towards your shared home.

You take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air as Jeongin briefly stops, releasing his grip on your hand with an excited gasp.

"Can you take some pictures of me?" He suddenly asks, already handing you his phone with his signature smile adorning his features.

"Sure!" You reply, taking his phone and waiting for him to get where he wanted to be for his pictures.

He stands on a rock path that leads down to a pond with two tall trees stood on each side of the path. The leaves of the trees a bright green, and they cascade down to frame his form. Flowers of various colors decorate the grass around him and all the way down to the pond.

"It's beautiful." You say in awe, taking a minute to admire your surroundings.

After a brief moment of admiration, you take a step back, putting yourself in numerous uncomfortable positions in order to get the perfect pictures of Jeongin. You take one after the other, making sure to get multiple angles while still capturing the beautiful background.

You scroll through the pictures with a triumphant smile, proudly showing the fruit of your labor to Jeongin.

"Wow! These look really good, baby!" He praises with a bright smile.

"Thank you!" You reply, handing him his phone back.

You walk back towards the sidewalk, peering over at Jeongin as he takes a few selfies before you turn to admire the view again. You quickly snap a few pictures of the view and Jeongin before pocketing your phone and watching Jeongin pose for his selfies.

A mischievous idea crosses your mind, and you smirk before slowly walking further down the sidewalk and further away from Jeongin. You glance back at him, noticing his eyes flicker towards you for a second before he looks over the selfies he just took.

"Race you back home!" You yell, immediately taking off towards your shared home at full speed.

It takes Jeongin a second to register what you said before he rushes to pocket his phone, taking off after you.

You let out endless giggles as you race home. Jeongin was a little ways behind you and you wanted to do everything in your power to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. You take a shaky deep breath before pushing yourself to run faster, effectively putting more distance between you and Jeongin.

You reach your home in no time, quickly unlocking the front door and bolting inside, making sure to close and lock the front door behind you in hopes of slowing Jeongin down. You run further into your home, quickly turning corners until you reach you and Jeongin's shared room. You scurry to hide behind the bedroom door and try your best to steady your breathing.

In just a few minutes you hear Jeongin unlock the front door. He quickly comes inside, kicking the door closed and tossing his keys on a nearby table.

"Y/N! Where are you?" He calls out. Slowly walking further into the house.

You stifle a laugh as you press your hand over your mouth, doing your best to stay quiet.

"Where are you?" He sings out, making his way to your shared room.

He turns the corner, walking into your room. He scans the room, looking around the larger furniture before inspecting the connected bathroom. He comes out, making his way out of the room before he stops in the doorway. You hold your breath with your hand still pressed tightly over your mouth. He carefully grabs ahold of the door, yanking it towards him as you let out a scream as he almost leaps at you.

He rests his hands on your hips as he pins them to the wall. His forehead resting against your own as you both let out laughs.

"Found you." He breathes out, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

Your hands slowly trail up his chest before you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him further into you as you deepen the kiss. You both hurriedly move to rid the other of all clothing, throwing it somewhere in the room.

Jeongin pulls you into him, reaching down to hook his hands under your thighs before hoisting you up and pinning you between the wall and his muscular frame. He briefly breaks the kiss, locking eyes with you as he reaches down to align his length with your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

You gasp at the stretch, and he gently shushes you, pressing kisses along your neck as he slowly inches further into your heat. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck as you let out soft whimpers.

"There, baby, that's all of me." He whispers against your skin when he bottoms out, holding you close to him as he waits for you to adjust.

When you whisper out a small "move" against his neck, he pulls his hips back until just his tip is inside you before thrusting back into your heat. He slowly thrusts into you, listening to your moans raise in pitch with each thrust. You cling to Jeongin as his thrusts steadily grow in force. He presses you further against the wall, listening to every little noise that spills from your parted lips.

Your head falls back against the wall and Jeongin takes the opportunity to press messy open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of your neck. He moves his hands from under your thighs to the sides of your thighs, pulling them further apart so he can hit deeper inside you.

You feel him sink deeper into your heat with every thrust of his hips and your head spins at the pleasure. He angles his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you as your breath hitches before you let out a scream.

"There! Fuck, right there." You scream, your head falling against his shoulder as endless moans tumble from your lips. "Can feel you so deep, Innie."

Your eyes rake over his arms and all the way down to his hands. The veins bulging against the skin as he effortlessly pins you against the wall.

"Yea? You feel me, baby?" He asks, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts, abusing your g-spot.

"Fuck-" you moan out, your breath getting caught in your throat. "Feels so good." You mewl out, feeling your high approach as Jeongin pistons into you.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" He asks as he starts pounding into you, the pictures that are hung on the wall above you banging against the wall with each harsh thrust into your heat.

You nod in response, unable to form coherent words as your legs shake in Jeongin's strong hold.

"Cum for me, baby." He coos, his thrusts growing sloppy.

You're hurled over the edge, screaming Jeongin's name like a mantra as he holds you against him, cumming deep inside your heat with loud groans.

He wraps his arms securely around your frame, pulling you away from the wall and moving to lay on your shared bed instead.

He pulls you flush against his chest, his length still buried inside you as you both catch your breaths.

"Thank you for taking pictures of me today, baby." He gently thanks.

"Thank you for racing me home today, baby." You giggle in response. "Might have to do things like that more often if it ends like this."

"Guess we'll have to wait and see." He answers with a smirk, pressing a kiss to your lips.

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[crappymixtape]

T O N G U E T I E D

It had taken a lot of convincing to get Ben to where he was right now. He liked hanging out with his friends, but anything beyond his close knit group made him nervous. Especially when there were minors around, but Willa said her party was going to be low-key, "just a few friends", and Ben thought it couldn't hurt to get out of the house for a bit. However once he arrived it was painfully obvious that he and Willa had very different ideas of "just a few friends".

By eleven-thirty the small town house had progressed to standing room only and Ben was beginning to feel claustrophobic. Side-stepping a bleached blonde girl with a guy attached to her face, Ben held his beer over his head and made his way toward the slider door. Willa had told him there was a porch out back and he felt a strong need to find it. On his way over he took in the people around him. Guys groping girls, girls not caring, stoners baked on the couch bong in hand, the drunk helping the drunk to avoid puking on other drunks. Ben was all about having a good time, but this was just stupid.

He turned to pass the kitchen when a girl stumbled out into the hallway. "Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry," she giggled, "Want some help drinking that?" She'd pressed her body against his and her fingers were spidering up his chest. "Uhm, n-no, no thanks," he said, peeling her hands off of him and not bothering to help her when she slumped against the wall laughing. Porch, where the hell was the porch? He wanted so badly to get a breath of fresh air. Spilt beer and barf were assaulting his nose and his claustrophobia was only getting worse.

Finally he caught sight of it ahead of him and hurried forward, but noticed someone out of the corner of his eye. A girl. Blonde too, but she wasn't falling over, nor did she have a guy grabbing her boobs. His brows raised in question. She looked like she wanted out. Clearing his throat he leaned toward her, "H-hey. D'y-y-you want to go outside?" He had to yell over the music and it wasn't the most confident of proposals, but she looked like she was having about as much fun as he was and there weren't that many people out back. At least it didn't smell. She shrugged her shoulders, "Fuck it, why not."

He allowed her to steer them through the sea of people and once they were outside he took in a deep breath of fresh air, followed by a pull of Coors. Much better. She closed the slider door and with a click the swarm of voices were sliced in half. "Sorry, didn't mean to yank you around like that," she was swirling what was left at the bottom of her Corona bottle, the lime dully bumping against the glass. Ben palmed the knitted hat on his head and glanced down at his shoes. He kicked a cigarette butt off the side of the deck before looking up at her. "Oh, nah, th-thank you actually," he laughed a little, "It was p-pretty crowded in there."

Dammit. Why was he always such a fuck up when girls were around? Internally kicking himself he gave her a lop sided smile, "I mean, b-better now anyway. I d-d-don't do crowded places very well." He chuckled, "Are y-you okay?" Holy shit this was the most awkward conversation ever. Ben always assumed every conversation with him was the most awkward ever, but this one was pretty spectacular. He braced himself for the point in the evening when the girl made some excuse, thanked him for "being so chill", and then left without a backward glance.

She laughed for the first time that night and her smile was enough to put Ben at ease a little. "I'm fine. These parties are always a joke, but free beer right?" she finished off the rest of her Corona and tossed the bottle into a loose garbage bag. "Look, I think I'm gonna get out of here. Maybe go grab some food, d'you want to come with me?" she looked up and him, brown eyes framed in black liner and thick lashes, "I'm Mae by the way."

Ben's heart had sunk all the way down to his feet. He swallowed hard and offered an actual, genuine smile, "Y-y-yeah, that s-sounds great." She went for the fence gate and bumped it open with her hip, turning to look at him brows raised, "What's your name?" Mae held the gate for him.

For the first time in a long time he said his name aloud, no stuttering, "Ben. I'm Ben."

[gothicgaycowboy]

dirty little secret

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: you find Eddies actual secret stash.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, sub!Eddie, femdom!reader, afab reader, slight degradation, Eddie has a big ol’ praise kink, use of restraints, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetration, brief orgasm denial, corny VHS porn, Eddie is a terrible liar, Eddie fearing rejection, friends to lovers.

A/N: I truly don't know why this took me so long to write but I hope you enjoy it!

Much like any other day Eddie invited you over to his place after getting kicked out of class for what seems like the 100th time this week. I’m telling you Mrs.Highsmith has it out for me! Or, maybe wearing a shirt with ‘avid sperm donor’ on it wasn’t your brightest idea to date. Whatever, it was funny! Do you wanna come to my place or not?

You were kinda on Eddies ass lately about graduating so you could finally fulfill your plans of moving out of this hick town together. This plan was supposed to be in motion two years ago when you were hoping to graduate together; I mean what was the point of moving if you were just gonna leave your best friend there to rot? So you decided to stay until the moment Eddie snatches his diploma.

You pulled up to Eddie's place, school wasn't out yet but you already knew where he hid the key. Making yourself at home was never hard here. On days off when you felt particularly bored you would spend entire school days there, just waiting for Eddie to get back. Watching TV, raiding the fridge, occasionally playing Eddie's precious guitar (you were the only other person Eddie allowed to  touch “her”). But today you felt like mixing it up a little.

Through all your 10 years of friendship you never once snooped through Eddie's things. Eddie on the other hand had done it to you many times. Nice thong princess. God Eddie you're stretching it! What, red isn’t my color? Can’t tell with your jeans on, now take it off please. My Jeans? Wow I didn’t know you were that desperate to see me naked sweetheart. The thong you moron!  Maybe you were afraid of what you could find, but after knowing Eddie for as long as you have, it would shock you if you found anything unexpected.

Starting off simple you went through the bathroom first. Nothing too interesting catches your eye off the bat, although you were impressed to see a separate bottle of shampoo and conditioner instead of the 3-in-1 bottle you were expecting. Unable to find anything else in the bathroom, you head to Eddie’s room.

As soon as you enter through the door frame, you're greeted with the familiar smell of weed covered by cheap cologne. The smell might have nauseated others, but it comforted you. It was most likely the element of nostalgia that made you immune to the scent. Most of the memories made between you and Eddie were in this very room. The first time you got high together, Eddie teaching you a few chords of his favorite song, being forced to watch some of the most grotesque horror movies you've ever seen, etc.

Scanning through the bedroom there was nothing popping out that you haven't seen before (you still don’t know where he got those police grade handcuffs from). First instincts told you to search the most basic hiding spots.

Back of the closet? nothing. Night stand drawer? nope. Sock drawer? nada, unless we're counting a few suspiciously crunchy socks.

This left you with one last place to check: under the bed.

You sunk down to lay on your stomach, lifting the blanket that covered the space between his bed frame and the floor. Due to the poor lighting in the room you thought there was nothing there, but after a few seconds of adjusting to the light you saw it. A whole Family Video right there under Eddie's bed.  

You scooped as many of the VHS tapes from under the bed as you could in one motion. Jesus it was a real collection. These weren't just your run-of-the-mil VHS tapes, oh no, no, it was porn. Each title more provocative than the last. You looked through them giggling like a schoolgirl while kicking your feet in the air.

Picking them up one by one and seeing the cheesy posters you started to notice a pattern. The women were always in a dominant position; standing over the men, pulling their hair, even wearing the occasional latex body suit and whip. Maybe Eddie was better at hiding things from you than you gave him credit for...

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Eddie swore this was turning out to be the longest day of his life. Getting back the results of a failed chemistry test, no Hellfire club, the lecture he got for showing up to class late only be be kicked out of class seconds later-- what a colossal waste of his time.

Now was finally the time of day Eddie looked forward to: returning back to his humble abode and seeing you. There were few things in Eddie's life as consistent and reassuring as you. Every time he felt like a failure you were there to pick him back up and make sure he knew that flunking a few classes didn't make him any less worthy of respect. He would never understand why someone like you could put up with him but he was grateful.

Eddie practically ran out of his van to the front door, eager like a puppy awaiting the arrival of its owner. Bursting through the entrance he was worried when he didn't immediately see you sitting at your usual spot on the couch. Were you running late? No, you were punctual to events you weren't even invited to.

He called out your name. No reply.

He did it again, hoping you were just in the bathroom unable to hear him the first time.

“Yeah, in here,” you called back calmly.

Eddie let out a quick sigh of relief before walking over to his bedroom. Pushing the slightly opened door, its hinges release a horror movie like creak as finds himself paralyzed by fear. Here you were, standing in front of his bed, surrounded by a small mountain of porn and holding one in your hand with a knowing smirk plastered on your face. A title he is very familiar with: Bad Boys Get Punished.

God he didn't know what to do, he could barely think a cohesive thought. This was the most mortified he had ever been around you; not even the time you accidentally caught him getting out of the shower singing Cindy Lauper could have compared to how bare he felt in this moment. You had exposed his guilty pleasure.

“Hi Eddie,” he could hear from your tone you were holding back a river of giggles.

“H-hey,” his voice hoarse as he spoke. Eddie felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

You waltzed towards him slowly, as if you were afraid that moving too fast would scare him away.

There was something about this moment; despite the fact that he was scared shitless Eddie had the strange sense that he was becoming turned on. He wasn’t gonna stand here and pretend he never felt this way about you before. Of course he has. You occupied 80% of his thoughts and all his dirtier dreams. He never dared to make a move though, if you didn't feel the same way he did he couldn't stand to lose you over a simple crush. But when you looked at him the way you were right now it was really hard to care anymore.

“Why do you look so nervous Eddie?”

“I don’t know- I just have that type of face I guess...” could his voice stop quivering for five seconds?

“Does it maybe have something to do with the fact that I found your porn stash?” you cocked your head slightly.

“That's not mine!” Eddie found himself shouting defensively; smooth.

You huffed out a laugh at him, “It’s not?” You questioned while pushing the tape against his chest. “Then why is it under your bed?”

Think, think, you moron!

“It must be Uncle Wayne's- yep, that's his,” He nodded vigorously at his excuse.

Your eyes rolled at his obvious lie, shit. “Come off of it Eddie, you really expect me to believe sweet old Wayne hid kinky porn under your bed?”

Eddie looked down at the floor shaking his head, “Sorry, I panicked,”

“It's fine Eds, I’m just teasing you,” your hands fell from his chest, still holding the tape.

An awkward pause filled the room, the phrase deafening silence had never been more befitting to a moment in time.

“I actually noticed a little recurring theme in your collection Eddie,” This made Eddie’s head snap back up to face you. At this point he was convinced this had to be some sort of nightmare; that if he pinched himself hard enough he would wake up and laugh at the odd dream.

“W-what do you mean?” he stuttered.

“Just a little- let's call it unconventional, that all the women in these videos seem to be in the usual man’s position, ya know, dominant.” you said, beginning to move close enough that Eddie could feel every exhale you released against his neck.

“Oh yeah, that,” he brought his fist up to his mouth coughing to clear his throat, “It was all they had at the video store so I just got them, better those than nothing.”

“Are you trying to tell me, the adult video store had only female domination porn?”

“I know it's w-weird, right?” Eddie began nervously fidgeting with his short nails to distract himself from how close you were.

“Mhm...” You bit your lip as you hummed in doubtful agreement.

“So,” You backed up slightly, attempting to make direct eye contact with Eddie, “You don't like this kinda stuff?”

“Nope.” Eddie pursed his lips after the lie spilled from his mouth.

“Okay, so you wouldn't care if we watched it together?”

Eddie’s eyes must have popped out of his head with the force he shot them open at, “What?”

“Well I just figured if you don't actually enjoy this stuff it wouldn't bother you if we made fun of it together, like when we rent those bad movies from Family Video.”

Every excuse in the book was running through Eddies mind but before he had the chance to get one out his mouth worked faster than his brain (as per usual), “Um sure I guess that could be fun,”

He wanted to slam his head through a wall.

Your face instantly lit up with excitement, “Great! You make us some popcorn and I’ll pick the ‘movie’,”

Eddie was right, this was gonna be the longest day of his life.

-

He felt like his whole body was in autopilot mode. His memory from moving into the kitchen to making the popcorn was a vague blur; too caught up in his thoughts of how he let himself get into this situation.

You had to know this was torture to him, right? Eddie had done his fair share of teasing towards you but he didn't think he ever took it this far-- he didn't even rag on you about the vibrator he found in your room! He knew you weren't naïve enough to believe his lies about the tapes, but maybe you did just want to make fun of them, no ulterior motive...

Eddie had just finished spilling the last of the popcorn into the bowl when you announced from the couch that the movie was starting. Without even having to turn and look at the TV screen he recognized which movie you picked-- the intro music giving it away immediately: Mistress Mindy. It was one of Eddies most prized erotic possession, and you are going to make fun of it while he tries desperately not to get a boner.

Great.

“You coming Eds?” you questioned while patting the spot next to you on the sofa.

“Yeah, sorry,” he grabbed the large bowl of popcorn and slowly made his way the short distance from the kitchen to the living room; feeling his skin perspire more with every step closer.

Finally making it to the couch Eddie placed the bowl between your bodies, praying it would be even a slight buffer from your warm skin. He knew if he felt you against him while the tape was playing he would be done for.  How could he be expected to watch porn while sitting next to the person he thought of while he got off, and not get hard?

You briefly turned your face away from the TV, glancing at Eddie with the most sincere smile he had ever seen. God you’re so pretty.

The title sequence barely ended before you started cracking jokes: “How much money do you think she spends to look like knockoff Elvira?”

Eddie tries his best to play along, “Probably too much to look as cheap as she does,” but all he can think about is the amount of times he's imagined you in that exact outfit; from the latex bra all the way down to the ridiculously high heeled shoes.

The scene starts off with a couple panning shots of “Mindy's” body while metal plays, and as much as Eddie wants to look away already and save himself the humiliation, he can feel your gaze watching him just as much as the movie.

There is a quick fade into a new scene, your eyes are greeted by the sight of a lean man whose wrists and ankles are handcuffed to a board, completely nude.

“I don't think this is what the Christ lovers have in mind when they talk about crucifixion,” you laughed.

It took Eddie a moment to realize you were talking, too caught up in avoiding reliving the feelings he got when he watched the film prior, “Y-yeah no kidding...”

Mindy moves slowly into frame, taking her time and letting the flogger in hand drag behind her like a cat's tail; nothing but the man's frantic breathing and loud click of her heels fill the mostly concrete room. She finally reaches him, gliding her perfectly manicured red nails down his chest causing the man to shiver, “Are you ready to be a good boy for me?” she asks condescendingly. He simply nods and whimpers, clearly she’s not satisfied with his response. “I said,'’ she grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks tightly, “are you ready to be a good boy for me?” he moans weakly, “Yes mistress,”

This has officially set Eddie off. He frantically adjusts his jeans in hopes it will make his hard on less obvious but to no avail. If anything he just made it more obvious to you what was going on.

“You okay Eddie?“ he couldn’t tell if your concern was genuine or not.

Eddie found himself unable to form coherent words, “Mhm,”

“Are you sure?” you moved the popcorn onto the floor, crawling to fill the now empty space between Eddie and you, “Because it looks like you do enjoy these kinds of movies after all.” you pointed out smugly, the humiliation only making Eddie’s jeans tighter.

“Fine, I lied alright? I didn’t want you to know I liked this…stuff,” he gestured to the tv screen, “because I didn’t want you to judge me.” he looked down shamefully, shaking with nerves.

“Oh Eddie,” you pulled yourself onto his lap, which really didn’t help his whole boner situation, “I would never judge you. Besides, how do you know I don’t like this stuff too?”

For the fifth time tonight Eddie felt truly shocked, he moved his head back up to see if you were just pulling his leg again, “Do y-you like this stuff?”

“Do you trust me?”

Your reply made Eddie think he had accidentally asked you a completely different question that he couldn’t recall, still he answered honestly, “Of course, more than anyone.”

Smiling at his response, you grabbed his right hand, moving it down to the waistband of your pants. Eddie's heart had never pounded so hard in his life. Pushing his fingers past the band you let him feel the wet patch coating your underwear.

“Jesus,” Eddie gasped, he didn't think he could be any more attracted to you than he already was, but clearly he was wrong.

“Does that answer your question baby?” you whispered into his ear.

“I...think so,”

“Have you ever actually done this before?” you ask not to be cruel, but to gauge his experience with something you've thought about far more often than you would ever admit. 

“No, I tried to hint at wanting to try it out with people I’ve hooked up with but they thought it was weird and gross.” Eddie explained. 

“Would you wanna try it...with me?” your voice came out far less cocky than before, almost meek. 

“I thought you'd never ask,” he laughed, the stress that previously filled his body dissipating with your reassurance. 

Eddie quickly connected his lips to yours, pulling you closer to him in the process so you were chest to chest. There was no hesitation from you, lips interlocking as if it was a natural instinct. The kiss became more sloppy as it progressed quickly. Spit stringing from your mouths as moans leave your lips. God it was everything he ever dreamed about.

Eddie’s large hands began exploring your body, moving from your lower back to your clothed ass. Your hands clasped his, pulling them away from their current resting place. He whimpered as you broke the kiss, “Did I say you could touch me there?” you asked, there was no trace of teasing in your voice.

“No- I’m sorry, I didn’t thi-“ his voice was panicked and cracking as he spoke.

“But that’s the problem baby, you never think, do you?” you mocked.

“No…”

“So what if we put the pretty little head of yours to rest and I make your hands stay where I want them to, would you like that sweetie?”

A lightbulb went off in Eddie's mind realizing where you were going with this. His head shook in agreement.

“You know the rules, I need you to use your words with me,”

“Y-yes please,” he mumbled.

“Good boy,”

Eddie moaned at your words, who knew he could be so desperate.

You stood up off his lap and pulled Eddie to his feet; your hand reaching for his to migrate towards the bedroom. Entering the room you pushed Eddie down onto his mattress, an “oof” leaving his lungs. You turned to grab the handcuffs off the wall and Eddie could feel excited knots start to build in his stomach.

You looked back in Eddie's direction, “We should probably set up a safe word,” you suggested, “how about red?” 

“Okay,” he agreed.

“Put your hands up baby,”

Eddie lifted his arms above his head as instructed. You lifted your left leg over his chest adjusting to sit with your legs wrapped around his torso.

“Doing such a good job for me already,” you praised while clicking the handcuffs shut around his wrists. His cheeks heated at your words, he wanted to pinch himself just to make sure this wasn’t just another wonderful dream.

“Until I say otherwise, your hands will stay handcuffed above your head.” you trailed your hands up and down his chest as you spoke, “You will not touch me until I let you. Your job is to lay back and let me take care of you, can you do that for me?”

“Yes, fuck, please,” he whined. Whoever was out there in the universe looking out for him, Eddie was ready and willing to get down into his knees and kiss their ring for the rest of his life in gratitude.

“Already begging for me baby? You’re more desperate than I thought,” you chuckled lightheartedly.

“Always desperate for you,” Eddie was unsure of where this newfound confidence was coming from but from the look on your face you seemed to enjoy it.

“Yeah?” you teased, “You thought about doing this with me before?” you scooted down, getting closer to the obvious tent in his pants.

“Everyday,” your fingers were playing with the zipper on his ripped jeans. Now laying flat on your stomach with your head resting on Eddie’s upper thigh.

“Well,” you sigh seductively, “you don’t need to just dream about it anymore.” Finally, you unzipped him from his pants, his cock almost fully upright through his plaid boxers.

You thought men with porn-like proportions were one in a billion. Maybe a trick with lighting and cameras because there was no way these guys would be that big. But here Eddie was, laying in front of you to disprove all of your previous beliefs.

Your eyes widened with shock, “Jesus Eddie, how could you hide this from me?” Pulling off the final layer you saw it in all its glory.

“I-“ Eddie was cut off by the vulgar sound of you spitting into your hand, placing it around the tip of his cock. “Fuck!” he groaned as you began lightly stroking him. You certainly knew what you were doing, thumb coming up with each stroke to caress the slit on his tip.

“You like it when I play with you like this?” you asked as if the answer wasn't obvious.

“Yes, so much,” Eddie propped his head up higher on his pillow to get a better view of you.

“What about if I did this?” You leaned forward and began giving his shaft kitten licks, never breaking eye contact for even a second.

Eddie was at a loss for words, “Mmmh,” he banged his head back onto his pillow.

You moved on from licks to kissing your way from the base up to his tip, following the line of a vein on the underside. When you reached the tip you continue your torturous teasing by opening you mouth and sticking your tongue, lightly slapping his cock against the wet muscle.

“Fuck- you’re killin’ me baby,” Eddie’s voice is trembling as he speaks.

“Sorry, you just look so pretty when you squirm for me,” you explain, a grin on your lips as the words fall out of your mouth.

The visual of you smiling with his dick right next to your mouth is a sight Eddie will treasure for the rest of his days.

All thoughts left Eddie’s head as you slowly swallowed his cock down your throat. “Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie's voice cracked with every syllable. The obscene slurping noises filled the bedroom, ringing off the walls and back into Eddie’s ears making him overwhelmed.

You took joy in every second of it, a pridefulness making its way through you at making Eddie feel so good. Similar scenarios to this had crossed your mind when your hands were shoved between your thighs. You hadn’t even noticed your hips were now moving against the mattress below you, searching for friction.

Eddie hips gently bucked up to meet your mouth causing you to moan around his length. The vibrations went straight through him.

“’gonna come,” he warned.

With that you quickly pulled off Eddie’s cock.

“Hey, wha-“ Eddie was cut off by you.

“You’re not the one who decides when you come, remember?” Your voice dripping condescension only made Eddie harder (if that was even physically possible).

“M’sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay baby,” you cooed, “You’re doing so good for me,” you sat up to kiss his temple.

Sitting back on your heels you grabbed the hem of your shirt pulling it off and unclipping your bra.

“You’re so beautiful,”

You want to scoff and blame his words on the fact that you are topless but the soft look in his eyes tells you otherwise.

“Shut up,” your fingers grip his hair as you lay a wet kiss on his lips.

Removing your final layers of clothing you began pulling off Eddie’s clothes starting with his jeans. By the time you got to his shirt you realized you had made a grave mistake by handcuffing Eddie before taking off his shirt.

“Do you like this shirt?” you spoke while playing with the frayed collar of the Metallica top.

“No, not really it’s kinda old and has moth holes in it-“

With the vague permission he gave you, you ripped it from his chest, tearing it in half with a promise: “I’ll buy you a better one.”

In all its glory you had a full view of Eddie’s tattoos chest, his happy trail leading to his currently pulsating cock.

“That was really hot…” he admitted shyly.

“You haven’t seen hot yet baby,” with that you grabbed the condom from his bedside table, ripping open the wrapper and rolling it down his length.

“You ready for me, Eds?”

“Please, please, please,” Eddie begged, his brows raised in desperation, “I’ve been so good for you, please!” his eyes were so wet it almost looked like he was crying.

“I guess you’ve been a good boy for me…” you were now rubbing up against his cock teasingly.

“Yes, I’m your good boy, please,” he was babbling at this point.

“Okay, okay, I won’t torture you anymore I promise,” you lined him up with your entrance, sinking down into his tip.

“Ohmygod,” it all left Eddie in one breath.

slowly making your way down you moaned at the stretch, you’ve never felt this full before.

“Fuck you feel so good sweetie,” you praised him.

Your right palm rested on his peck while your left was making smooth circles on your clit. You began moving carefully so as to not overwhelm Eddie.

“Go faster please,” Eddie requested.

“You sure you're ready for that big boy?”

“Fuck me, I need you to,”

Eddie watched in awe as your tits started bouncing with your speed up pace. Your face scrunched in pleasure as Eddie’s cock hit that sweet spot inside you. “You’re so big Eddie,” it was your turn to whine.

“M don’t say that,” you could tell his vocal cords were strained from begging and moaning already. His knuckles were turning white as he squeezed his hands into fists.

“It’s true, you’re the biggest I’ve ever had, you stretch me out so well,” you started moving more frantically.

“Please, stop talking I’m gonna come too fast,”

“No you won’t,” you pushed yourself all the way down to the base of his cock, stopping your movements completely, “You’ll come when I say so and not a second sooner.” despite your cocky words you were still trying to catch your breath.

Eddie just whined in response.

Getting right back to it, you returned to your previous pace, You could already feel the warmth growing in your stomach. You had never felt so close to orgasm so soon, but it was only slightly humiliating. The thought that Eddie had this effect on you just egged you on more.

“You get to come when I do, okay? I wanna feel you come with me,” your hands grabbed at Eddie’s back, pulling him into an upright position. “And I want you to look at me when you do.”

Your walls squeezed Eddie tighter, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“Com’ere,” you instructed and of course Eddie obliged, his face moving closer to yours. His hands still made no contact with your body despite how desperately he craved it.

“Kiss me,” you didn’t need to tell him twice, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was much softer than the sex you were having. Eddie did always know how to make you feel special.

Eddie’s lower abdomen rubbed against your clit causing you to whimper into his mouth.

“Are you close?” Eddie asked, fully out of breath.

“Mhm, that means you have to come too, can you do that for me?”

“Yes- shit,”

Your movements became sloppier, you couldn’t tell if the sounds of pure ecstasy that echoed off the walls was all your own doing, or the VHS that was still playing on the living room TV.

“M coming!” you gasped, the rubber band in your stomach finally snapping. Eddie’s moans and the feeling of his cock twitching inside your pussy was a good enough indicator that he followed you, but you could barely notice over your own pleasure.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” a mantra leaving his lips as he came down from his orgasm, still bucking up into you.

Your vision had gone completely black, too caught up in the ecstasy of it all: the orgasm, his body against yours, finally making a move on Eddie.

Eddie collapsed back onto the pillows, pulling you down with him. You stayed like this for a while, your head on Eddie’s chest, his in the wedge of your neck, slowly catching your breath.

“Shit,” you heard Eddie sigh.

“Couldn’t have said it more eloquently myself,” you joked making both of you huff out weak laughs.

“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you I’d like to be more than friends,” Eddie confessed.

“Well good, because I’m not sure I could ever just see you as a friend after this,”

“Me either,”

Eddie lifted his chin from the crook of your neck to give your lips a gentle smooch; he suddenly pulled away from it, panicked.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” you questioned suddenly, anxious at Eddie’s clear fright.

“I probably should have told you sooner but, better late than never,” he let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t know where the keys to these handcuffs are…”

“Are you serious?!”

“And Uncle Wayne is gonna be home in…” he glanced at his watch, “about 15 minutes,” he chewed on his lower lips.

“Jesus Eddie! Well come on let’s look around. I don’t think your Uncle will believe us if we tell him we decided to do an impromptu magic trick,”

God, what were you gonna do with this boy?

[mackenzielovee]

parenthood part nine: growth

a/n: hi happy sunday <33 i hope you enjoy + leave me some words if you can ! xo

warnings: swearing

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     You’d come upstairs to put Connor’s laundry away, getting promptly kicked out of his room afterward so he could play in peace. You laugh and intend to go downstairs to finish tucking away laundry, but the sound of Rafe’s voice in Josie’s room draws you close. 

“You want to keep me company, princess?” he asks, and you hear him give her a kiss afterward. 

Josie babbles and then giggles, making you smile. Absent-mindedly, you spin your wedding ring around on your finger, loving listening to him talk to the kids when it’s just him. 

“We’re gonna get Mommy’s car washed, pick up some groceries, even get her some flowers. What do you think, baby girl? You wanna go with me?”

She giggles again, which causes Rafe to laugh. He kisses her again, then you hear as he shuffles and stands up, so you quickly and quietly exit down the stairs. You’re sure you’re still blushing by the time Rafe enters the kitchen with Josie on his hip, giving you a warm smile when he sees you.

“I’m gonna take Little Miss with me on a few errands, okay?” he says, kissing your cheek. 

“Okay,” you say, biting your bottom lip. 

“I’m going to take your car, I feel like she’s safer in there,” he tells you, already plucking the keys from the rack. 

“Okay,” you repeat. 

Rafe stops and turns, furrowing his eyebrows at you. 

“You okay, baby?”

You turn to him and smile, taking the few steps between you two and giving him a kiss once you’re close enough. 

“I’m great,” you say, then turn and give Josie a kiss, “Have fun.”

“Will do,” he grins, “We love you.”

“Love you, too,” you reply. 

     You watch him back out of the driveway and smile to yourself, your heart swelling in your chest. While the two of them are gone, you take Connor outside and kick his soccer ball around, his recent favorite activity. Rafe pulls in the driveway and grins at you from the driver’s seat, hurrying around the car to grab Josie from her car seat and inject himself into the game. 

“Daddy, kick it,” Connor demands, kicking the ball to Rafe. 

You laugh as Rafe expertly balances Josie against his chest and kicks the ball back to Connor, cheering when he gains control of it. Rafe smiles, pulling you into him by your hand and giving you a kiss. 

“Nice one,” you remark, teasing him. 

He shakes his head, “Smart mouth. Give me a kiss.”

You meet his request, pulling away only to scoop up Connor once he wraps himself around your legs. 

“Want to play, Dad?” Connor asks him from your arms. 

“Yeah, buddy, but let’s get the groceries in first. Will you help?”

Connor nods and agrees, squirming from your arms and following Rafe back over to the car. He hands Connor off a bag, then takes two himself, handing you only a bouquet of flowers to carry in. You smile like a lovestruck teenager when you see them, and he’s too busy requesting another kiss for you to notice how, even after all this time, he still blushes when you look at him like that. 

“Thank you, baby. They’re beautiful,” you smile. 

“You’re welcome,” he replies, “Got your car washed, too. You’re good to go, sweetheart.”

You kiss him again, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Can you take Jo?”

You grab her from Rafe’s arm and then follow him up to the house, smiling the whole way as you ask Josie how her day was with her dad. 

     After tucking Connor in, you make your way down the hallway and stop in front of Josie’s door the same way you had earlier. You listen as Rafe hums and rocks her back and forth in the rocking hair, no doubt grinning as he does so. 

“A year old, princess,” he says to her quietly, “Can’t believe it. I want you to stay little. You fit right here so perfectly.”

Before you can help yourself, you move to stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His eyes flash up and he notices you, giving you a shy smile as he holds her on his chest. Her eyes are closed and you can tell she’s almost asleep – knowing exactly how she must feel right now. Safe, loved, and protected. All because of him. 

“What are you doing in here, Cameron?” you tease him, strolling in. 

He smiles, “I don’t think you’re gonna like what I’m about to say.”

You give him a smile back, despite his words, and make a seat for yourself on the arm of the chair. His right arm wraps around you and he closes his eyes when you lean down and kiss his head, watching Josie snooze on top of him. 

“Try me,” you whisper. 

“My favorite girl in the whole world is about to turn one,” he murmurs, “And then she’s going to be going to school and having crushes on boys that aren’t good enough for her, then she’ll be driving – away from me – and–”

“Rafe,” you laugh lightly, “You have a week to come to terms with it. Stop freaking out.”

He shakes his head, “Her birthday party will be perfect. All of them will be. And we’re not having her parties with Noah. Just because they were born in the same month doesn't mean he can overshadow her.”

“Okay,” you nod, trying your best to withhold your laughter. 

“And,” he continues, “Scott can only have two beers. Any more and he gets obnoxious.”

“You have my word.”

The pout still sits on his lips regardless of your agreement, and you watch as he looks down at her. His left hand moves up to her hair, stroking through it as those eyes of admiration take her in completely. 

“She’s perfect,” he whispers to you, “We did good.”

“Yeah, we did.”

     It’s a Tuesday when Josie finally says it. Rafe has been home from work for about an hour and has had her sitting on his chest for the entirety of it. She’s in a pink dress and has been extra giggly today, which you know he loves. From the kitchen, where you’re currently chopping vegetables to throw in a pan, you can hear Rafe talking to her. 

“Say da-da for me, princess,” he encourages, “Please. Just once. Da-da. Da-da.”

You hear him groan when she doesn’t – which she hasn’t said once yet. She’d perfected ma-ma two months ago and loves to say uh-oh, but hasn’t given Rafe anything to work with. It makes your heart ache knowing how much he wants to hear it from her. 

You listen to him grunt as he stands from the couch, and when he enters the kitchen with Josie on his hip, you give him a sad smile. 

“She hates me,” he declares, “My precious little baby girl hates me.”

You laugh, continuing your chopping, “She doesn’t hate you, Rafe.”

“You’re just saying that,” he grumbles, “She said ma-ma the second you asked her to. Watch.”

He looks down at Josie and bounces her on his hip, making her laugh and look up at him. 

“Say ma-ma,” he says to her, slowly. 

She looks over at you and grins, a smile that reminds you so much of Rafe. 

“Ma-ma,” she says, then repeats, “Ma-ma.”

Your smile widens as you set your knife down and cross the island to kiss her, even though you know Rafe is offended. 

“It’s only fair this time,” you tease Rafe, “Connor said da-da first.”

“He said ma-ma, too! She’s giving me nothing.”

“She’s going to say it eventually,” you say. 

“Doubtful,” he grunts, “Need any help?”

“Yeah, actually. Do you mind grabbing the chicken out of the garage fridge?”

He nods his head, stealing a vegetable before nodding his head in the direction of the garage door. 

“Take her, please,” he says, holding Josie out to you. 

She smiles as you bounce her, but her eyes remain on Rafe. He takes one step back, then freezes at the sound of tiny feet against the wood floor. Connor comes running into the kitchen with a towel on his back – which he’s using as a cape. Rafe laughs before he can lecture about running and scoops Connor up before he can sprint away from either of you. 

“Rats,” Connor says over Rafe’s shoulder, “I’ve been made.”

Rafe cracks up and so do you, unable to contain it. You giggle as you watch Rafe carry Connor out toward the garage, his cape still around his neck. 

“Which superhero are you today?” Rafe asks him. 

“Batman, duh,” Connor rolls his eyes. 

The door opens and then closes behind them as they go to collect the chicken you’d requested, which makes you turn to look at Josie. She stares directly at the door her dad and brother had just slipped through and frowns, her eyes welling up with water. 

“Oh no, it’s okay,” you whisper to her. 

“Da-da.”

You swear your heart stops at the sound, those two little syllables. Her frown deepens and a tear falls from her eye. 

“What?” you question breathlessly. 

“Da-da,” she whines, still fixated on the door. 

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, “Oh, my God. Rafe!”

You yell his name just as he pushes open the door again, jumping back when you rush over to him, looking like you’ve seen a ghost. 

“What, baby? What’s going on?” he questions. 

Josie lunges for him, angry tears spilling as she holds her arms out, “Da-da.”

Rafe’s eyes go wide and his jaw drops. You giggle when he looks over at you to confirm he heard her correctly. Without another second of hesitation, he grabs her and pulls her from your arms, cuddling her into him and cupping her head in his palm.

“My baby girl,” he whispers, kissing her forehead, “Don’t cry. I’m right here. Say it again. Da-da.”

“Da-da,” she mumbles, her hands clawing at his shirt. One finds his chain and pulls, but he’s too wrapped up in her word to notice or care. 

“Oh, I love you,” he sighs, “I love you so much, princess. I’m so glad you don’t hate me.”

You laugh, removing the chicken from Connor’s hands and ushering them back into the main part of the kitchen. Josie’s face is nuzzled tightly into Rafe’s neck and her tears stop, fading into little sniffles against his skin. 

You set the chicken down on the counter and then step over to him, kissing his cheek where he smiles. 

“I told you she didn’t hate you,” you whisper. 

Even though you’re sure it’s not possible, his smile widens, and when he turns his head, you can see the emotion in his eyes. 

“You’re always right, huh?” he teases. 

You nod and kiss him quickly, a huge part of you relieved that she gave in and made him so, so happy. 

     Given the events of the night and the way Rafe had refused to put Josie down for even a second for the remainder of the evening, you’re not sure why you’re surprised when you emerge from the bathroom and find Rafe and Josie in your bed. He turns and looks at you, giving you his best pouty expression. 

“Can she please sleep in here?” he asks you, “She’s already under the covers. And I’ll keep her on my side. You won’t even notice she’s here.”

“You don’t have to convince me,” you laugh, tucking yourself in the bed beside them, “She’s too cute to say no to.”

He smiles down at her, cuddled into his side with her eyes closed and one hand extended onto his chest. 

You settle in and turn off your lamp while Rafe lays there, too scared to move a muscle out of fear of waking Josie. You turn on your side and face him, watching his eyes fall on you. 

“I can’t believe she said it, sweetheart. I just– I’m so happy.”

You smile and reach up to his cheek, cupping it in your palm, “I’m glad. You should’ve seen her face when she thought you left her.”

“Never,” he whispers, looking down at her. 

You grin, “You’re her first love, Rafe. You’re already setting impossibly high standards for her.”

“Good,” he replies, “She needs to know what she deserves.”

“Are we havin’ a sleepover?”

You and Rafe both turn your attention to the doorway, where your four year old stands in his pajamas. You laugh and sit up, waving him in. 

“I thought I tucked you in,” you tease him. 

Connor crawls up on the bed and into your lap, wasting no time making himself comfortable underneath the blankets. 

“I went to check on Josie and she was gone,” he admits, “Maybe I should stay in here just in case she needs anything.”

“Maybe you should,” you agree with a chuckle. 

“All right, give kisses. It’s time for bed,” Rafe says to Connor, who is quick to turn his head and peck your cheek. Then, he steps across you and to Rafe for a kiss, then plants a gentle one on Josie’s head. 

You lean over and give Rafe a kiss, watching him smile as he pulls back. Connor tucks himself into your side and distributes the blankets over you, then lets his tired eyes close. 

“Love you, baby,” Rafe whispers once you settle. 

“Love you,” you say back, following Connor’s lead and finding sleep to come the easiest it has in a very long time. 

     You and Maddie stand in the middle of your kitchen with white claws clutched in hand, both of you covering your mouth to try and hide your laughter. Scott had been in charge of picking up the cake for Josie’s birthday party, and he’d gotten the wrong one. Instead, he’d been given a Happy Retirement cake from the bakery, and you’re sure Rafe is about to go into cardiac arrest. 

“Dude,” Scott says, stepping over to Rafe, “I’m sorry. She just handed me the box and–”

“You didn’t think to check it?” Rafe questions him, as if it’s the most obvious thing. 

Scott laughs, but then immediately quiets himself when he sees Rafe’s expression.

“Um, no. Do people really do that?” Scott asks. 

Rafe throws his hands up, “Yes, Scott. For this exact reason.”

Topper approaches the boys from behind with Connor on his shoulders and a beer bottle in his hand. He’s in mid-chew of a snack when he sees the cake and eyes Scott. 

“Bro, that says Happy Retirement,” Topper remarks, “Did you get the right one?”

“Okay, did you wanna pick up the cake, Thornton?” Scott challenges, taking a step toward Topper, who points up at Connor. 

“I got a kid, dude, don’t hit me,” Topper backs up.

Connor laughs hysterically at the boys, being silenced only when Topper puts a chip up in the air for Connor’s consumption. 

Rafe looks over at you with a pouty expression; shoulders sunken in, eyes wide, and lips pushed into a frown. 

“Baby,” he pouts.

You set your drink down and make your way over to him, grabbing his hand the second he holds it out for you. Your other hand travels up to his face and strokes his cheek, giving him a small smile. 

“It’s just a cake, Rafe,” you say quietly, “She has no idea what’s going on anyway.”

As if to prove your point, you gesture over to her. She’s in the corner of the kitchen, laying her head on Kelce’s shoulder as he holds her and bounces her and rocks her. Rafe had handed Josie off to Kelce when the cake fiasco started, and he’d been driven to keep her calm ever since. Rose had gladly accepted to care for Noah in the living room, where four parents currently sit. 

“But it’s her,” he whispers, “It has to be perfect.”

“Cameron,” Kelce calls, making his way over to you and Rafe as he clutches Josie to his chest, “I’ll run out and grab a bunch of cupcakes.The place we got Noah’s cake from does premade ones.”

Rafe shakes his head, “It’s fine, Kelceo–”

“It’s for Jo,” Kelce presses, “I’ll be half an hour. Don’t drink without me.”

You smile widely as Kelce hands Josie off to Rafe, watching as she cuddles up into him the same way she’d been doing to Kelce. Rafe fishes his wallet out of his pocket and hands Kelce his credit card. 

“Thanks, man. Seriously,” Rafe nods. 

“No problem,” Kelce replies, then turns to you, “Join me, beautiful?”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Only if you don’t hit on me.”

“I’m not sure I can handle that,” he grins, but gives you a nod that tells you he’s heard you. 

“We’ll be back,” you promise Rafe with a kiss, “Love you.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart,” he says, giving you the smile you’ve missed so much today. 

     Kelce opens the passenger door for you and then gets into his car himself, hurrying a bit knowing that Rafe is already impatient for them to return. 

He flips on the radio and lets it play for a bit before he flips it off again and glances over at you, a move you recognize all too well. Rafe does the same when something is on his mind and he doesn’t know how to bring it up. 

“Y/N,” he says softly, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” you reply, returning his glance. 

He keeps his eyes on the road and one hand drooped over the steering wheel, thinking only for a moment before he speaks. 

“How did–” he stops and clears his throat, “How did you and Rafe know when you were ready to have another baby?”

Your eyes widen but you force down your squeal, refusing to react prematurely. Instead, you take a deep breath and smile softly, then speak. 

“We just knew,” you admit, “I know that’s not much of an answer, but we both just felt ready to take on another.”

Kelce nods slowly, “Gotcha.”

The car falls silent for a few minutes as you stare out the window and think about how you should continue the conversation. With another glance over at him, you can tell he’s deep in thought. 

“Are you guys…” you trail off, knowing he’ll catch what you’re trying to say. 

He sighs and sits back in his seat, then steals another look over at you. 

“Maddie’s talking about it,” he says weakly, “I’m not. I’m terrified I’ve fucked Noah up already, how could I add another one?”

“Kelce,” you protest, “You haven’t fucked up anything. That kid loves you so much. You’re such a great dad.”

He smirks, “You think?”

“I do,” you confirm. “One of the best out there. Plus, you’re the only person outside our family that can keep Josie calm for a long period.”

He laughs, stealing a glance at you, “That’s just because I charm her the same way I charm you.”

“Right,” you mutter sarcastically. 

He laughs under his breath and lets silence fill the car for a moment. You look out the window and watch the town pass you by, the town you’d grown up in, and now choose to raise your kids in. 

“Thank you,” Kelce says after a minute, “For being there. Not just for me, but for Mads, too.”

You smile, “You’re welcome.”

     By the time you and Kelce return home with cupcakes, you can’t help but think about how thankful you are to have Rafe as a partner. Your conversation with Kelce opened your eyes to how easily Rafe communicates with you about how he’s feeling, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. As if he can sense how you’re feeling, you’re not surprised at all when he smiles at you and hands Josie to Topper so he can wrap his arms around you once you’re close enough. 

“Thanks for going, baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“You got it,” you reply, “Can I have a kiss?”

He smiles mischievously, “In front of all these people? Of course.”

You giggle as he presses his lips to yours and holds you there, either unwilling or unable to let you go until he hears Topper groan beside the two of you. 

“Get a room,” he mutters, “Right, Jo? Nobody wants to see that, do they?”

She lets out a string of incoherent babbling, but none of it phases Topper. He just nods his head along with her, pretending to understand. 

“Right,” he says when she’s through, “Could not agree more.”

You laugh and collapse into Rafe’s chest, letting him hold onto you closely as he inspects the cupcakes Kelce brought back. 

     Rafe and Josie pass out together on the couch the second everyone finishes their cupcakes, which makes you laugh. Connor stays in the back yard with Kelce, Scott, and Topper, kicking the soccer ball around while Sarah and Maddie help you clean up. After a while, your parents and Ward, Rose, and Wheezie make their way out, leaving only the friends and Scott behind. 

“Who’s our next birthday?” Maddie asks, opening another white claw and checking on Noah, who is laying in Josie’s baby base on the counter. 

“Top, I think,” you say. 

“Oh, yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you guys,” Sarah speaks up, sitting on the counter beside Noah, “I want to do a surprise party for him. Is everyone free on the weekend of the twentieth?”

You shrug, sticking plates into the dishwasher, “I’ll have to check with Rafe.”

“I have to check with Kelce,” Maddie replies. 

Sarah playfully rolls her eyes but ultimately nods just in time for the boys to come rushing in the back door. Connor’s being held tightly by Scott, who luckily hasn’t had a lot to drink today. 

“Y/N, you should’ve seen him!” Scott cheers, “He’s a natural. Definitely Olympic level, right, dude?”

“Oh, yeah,” Connor agrees with a smile. 

You laugh and reach for him, smiling to yourself when Connor immediately squirms in Scott’s grasp to get to you. Kelce crosses the kitchen and pecks Maddie’s forehead, then picks Noah up and starts talking to him. You catch his eye and smile at him, letting your words from earlier sit in between the two of you. 

“You beat Uncle Scott, huh?” you ask Connor. 

He nods, “Easy as pie.”

You laugh and so does Scott. Topper waves Sarah over to him, who raises her brow at how sweaty he is. He hugs her anyway, letting her protest all she wants. 

Connor, who seems to have had more fun at Josie’s first birthday party than she did, looks at you with those big, toddler eyes as he leans forward to kiss you. 

“Can I sleep at Uncle Scott’s tonight?” 

You laugh, realizing he’d been buttering you up before he asked you that. You glance at Scott, who raises his eyebrows, begging you silently himself. 

“Promise me you’ll be good,” you say. 

“I promise, Mama,” he replies with a hopeful smile. 

You nod your head, giggling when Connor leans in and gives you another kiss. Scott cheers, leading to you handing Connor back off to him as they start to make plans for their evening. 

Rafe enters the kitchen then; a sleepy Josie snuggled into his neck. You smile softly as he makes his way over to you with tired eyes, quick to pull you in for a hug. 

“Have you seen Jo’s paci?” he whispers to you as you grip him. 

“On the tray of her high chair,” you reply. 

Right in time, Josie starts to fuss, telling Rafe he needs to hurry and get her pacifier. Once she has it, she cuddles right back into him and wraps one little hand around his chain. 

“Kelceo, are you guys staying for dinner?” Rafe asks him. 

Kelce nods and Maddie smiles, “I figured we could just order a few pizzas.”

“That sounds perfect,” you agree. 

     Scott and Connor make their way out – wanting to do their own thing for dinner – leaving you, Rafe and Josie, with Kelce, Maddie and Noah. You can tell Rafe’s tired from the day, but once he and Kelce have a beer and put Josie and Noah into her pack ‘n play, he seems to wake up a bit. 

You get up to get another drink, then pass by the babies to check on them before you sit again. You grin and turn around once you see them, catching Maddie’s eye immediately. 

“They’re holding hands,” you tell her, ushering her over. 

You both gush over how cute they are as you watch them. Noah and Josie are both halfway to sleep; Josie with her pacifier in her mouth. Noah pulls her hand closer to his body then, just as Rafe and Kelce stand to look. 

“Oh, my God,” Maddie squeals, “They’re precious.”

“My son’s already attracted to little Y/N,” Kelce teases, “Can’t say I blame him.”

You roll your eyes, “Stop.”

“Yeah, stop,” Rafe grunts, “She’s too smart to be fooled by him.”

“Aw, come on, man. Look at him. He practically has heart eyes for her–”

“Kelceo,” Rafe says quietly, “I will kick your ass.”

“Rafe,” you groan.

“Just saying,” Kelce mumbles, “We’re looking at the next generation of Rafe and Y/N Cameron. He’s clearly in love, and she couldn’t give a fuck less.”

“Well, Noah will be experiencing heartbreak early, because Josie’s not allowed to date,” Rafe informs him.

Kelce laughs, “We’ll see.”

     Kelce, Maddie, and Noah leave a few hours later, at which time Rafe promptly heads for Josie and picks her up, holding her close. 

“No boys,” he grumbles, even though you can see him cracking under her cuteness, “No boys ever.”

You raise a brow at him and cross your arms, watching him stutter and move to change his statement. 

“No boys for a long time,” he corrects, “And definitely not Noah Smith.”

You laugh, “How can you say that?”

“He’s Kelce’s son, sweetheart,” Rafe replies, “I grew up with Kelce. If that’s any indication as to what his son will be like, he cannot date my daughter.”

You shake your head disapprovingly, then nod your head in the direction of your bedroom.

“Come on,” you say, “She’ll sleep with us.”

Rafe smiles and looks over at Josie, who grins around her pacifier. Rafe reaches up and removes it from her mouth, then gives her a kiss. 

“Time for bed, princess,” he whispers. 

“Da-da,” she grins.

Rafe laughs then, which makes you smile. He lets you lead him into your bedroom, where he promptly lays down and sets Josie on his chest. 

“Say ma-ma,” Rafe tells her, smirking at you.

“Ma-ma,” Josie repeats, looking over at you. 

“Oh, good girl,” Rafe smiles, “Say da-da.”

“Rafe,” you laugh, “She’s not just gonna sit there and–”

“Da-da.”

You sigh, “Maybe she will. I’m gonna shower.”

Rafe nods but waves you over to him, watching as you cross to his side of the bed and lean down. 

“Thanks for today,” he says, “You’re perfect.”

“You’re a great dad,” you fire back with a smile. 

“You’re a great mom,” he replies, “Hurry so we can watch a show before bed.”

You nod and lean down for a kiss from him, then give Josie a kiss on the forehead. She giggles as you do so, which makes both of you laugh before you hurry off into the shower, leaving Rafe free to play with Josie – all he’d wanted to do all day.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Teacher’s Pet–Joe Keery

A/N: This one is in honor of me finishing my first year teaching!

I walked into our apartment, my bags falling to the ground with a loud thump. I kicked off my shoes and hung my keys by the door.

"Y/N? Babe, is that you?"

"Yeah," I answered shakily. "It's me."

"You're home late."

"Yeah, we umm. . . We had a staff meeting after school and then I had to finish some grading and planning and. . . and crying."

When that last word came out, I looked up to see Joe walking into the hallway. His eyes softened as he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me.

I buried my face in his chest as tears started silently streaming down my face. He tightened his arms around me and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Your favorite chicken dish is in the oven and I already have a bottle of wine open," he whispered. "We can spend the whole night binge-watching every Sandra Bullock movie we own. And then we can do something that will make us feel like we're in high school again."

I giggled when as he said that last activity, Joe slid his hands down my back and slipped them into my back pockets. I looked up at him and teasingly chewed on my bottom lip. I snaked my arms up his chest and around his neck.

"That is exactly what I need to get my mind off of work."

                                * * * * *

This was my first year teaching and to say it was kicking my ass would be an understatement. After four years of schooling, teaching wasn't what I thought it would be. By the end of the day, I'm exhausted. I come home with no energy to do anything. If it wasn't for Joe, I'd completely fall apart.

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through our window. I rolled over but sat up when the other side of the bed was empty. I got out of bed and walked downstairs. I leaned against the door frame and watched Joe make us breakfast.

It was amazing how much I loved this man. We've been dating for over two years. At our one-year mark, we moved in together and we didn't look back.

Joe turned around holding two plates and smiled at me. "Morning," he greeted.

"Morning," I smiled.

I walked over as he placed our plates on the kitchen table. He turned towards me and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I instantly started kissing him back. We pulled apart when we couldn't breathe.

"Happy Saturday," he whispered.

"Happy Saturday," I chuckled.

Joe and I spent the morning eating breakfast as we talked about Joe's show.

"Y/N," he sighed, using the tone that always meant he was going to start talking about my work. "I love you, but I hate seeing you like this. You come home exhausted every day, baby. You come home so defeated, it breaks my heart."

"I love teaching," I shrugged, "it's just not what I expected."

"You've been working yourself so hard," he started, "I still don't understand why you won't. . ."

"Joe," I interrupted him. "Honey, we've had this conversation at least a hundred times. Please, can we not have it again?"

"Yes, we have to," he sighed. "Y/N, if you take a break, it could help."

"And I've told you that I can't take a break, Joe. Things are crazy and. . ."

"Y/N, you can't keep going on like this," Joe said, officially getting frustrated. "If you do, you could pass out. For crying out loud, Y/N, you barely eat. You don't eat in the morning. I know you only take nuts or fruit for lunch so you can grade or lesson plan while you eat. And I watch you at dinner. You barely eat. The last thing I want is to get a call from your school saying you passed out during class. I couldn't risk losing you."

I jumped when he quickly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. Right before he grabbed our plates, he paused. I looked down to see that I had only taken two bites of my omelet. He sighed before taking my plate and throwing my omelet away.

Joe went over to the sink and started angrily washing our plates. I slowly stood up and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my chin on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "But they say that the first year is the roughest. There are only five weeks left of school. Things will start to calm down soon."

                                * * * * *

When the bell rang, I let out a sigh of relief as the kids started to leave. Once they were all out of my room, I leaned my elbows on my desk and put my head in my hands.

I took a few short breaths. Each breath that I let out, slowly sounded more like holding back a sob.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can we talk about my grade?"

My head snapped up but I smiled when I saw Joe leaning against my doorway. His smile dropped when he saw the look on my face. Joe quickly started walking toward me. He was already at my desk by the time I stood up.

As soon as he got to me, he pulled me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of my head.

"You need a break," he whispered.

"I can't," I stuttered. "We have state testing coming up and there is this crazy sub shortage."

I felt him shake his head as he shushed me. "I may or may not have already gotten you some time off."

"What?" I asked as I pulled out of his hold.

"I didn't just come to see you," he explained. "On my way in, I got chatting with Charlie."

"My principle?" I panicked.

"It wasn't bad," he tried to soothe. "We got to talking and I told him that I wanted to take you on a vacation but you didn't want to miss work. Charlie noted that you've been working your butt off and you deserved some time off."

"Joe," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "What did you do?"

"I got you a week off from work," he smiled cheekily at me.

"A whole week?" I stuttered.

"Yep!" He laughed. "And I have everything planned out."

"What did you have in mind?"

Joe smiled as he grabbed my hands. He sat on one of the student's desks and pulled me so I was standing between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I thought we could rent a beach house for the week," he started to explain. "It'll be on a private beach. We won't be bothered by my fans, your students, or creeps on the beach. We can get groceries on the way there and spend the whole week in a gorgeous house to ourselves and soak in some sun."

"That sounds amazing," I sighed, dreamily.

"Good," he smirked. "Because we leave right now. I already packed your suitcase."

                                * * * * *

I stood out on the balcony and closed my eyes, focusing on the sound of waves crashing on the sand. I didn't open my eyes when I felt Joe wrap his arms around my waist. I let out a small sigh when he started kissing my neck.

"Good morning," he whispered before going right back to kissing my neck.

"Morning," I moaned when he bit my ear lobe. "What do you um. . . What do you want to do today?"

"I don't care," he whispered as he switched sides. He pulled away and smirked at me as he pulled me closer into his chest. "We could stay in the hotel room all day."

"We can't," I laughed. "We already did that yesterday."

Joe and I decided to go to the beach and spend the day tanning and playing in the ocean. After lunch, we hit the jacuzzi at the hotel. We were taking a nap when I felt someone shake me awake. I opened my eyes to see Joe leaning on his elbow and staring down at me.

"Hey, baby," he whispered. "I wanted to wake you up so you'd have time to get ready."

"For what?" I asked sleepily.

"I got us reservations at this amazing restaurant right on the water," he said as he rolled over so he was hovering over me.

"I don't have to get ready just yet," I said in a teasing tone as I snaked my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer to me and started kissing his neck.

"Baby," he moaned. "The reservations are at 7 o'clock."

I bit his neck, causing him to let out a loud groan. "And we both have to shower," he said shakily.

I broke the kiss and smirked up at him.

"We could save water."

Joe laughed as he sat up, pulling me with him. With our hands intertwined, Joe pulled me into our bathroom. He turned the water on and with his back to me, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He laughed as I started kissing his shoulder blades. Right before he turned around, I let my dress fall off my shoulders. He smirked before pulling me into the shower.

                                * * * * *

"This place is beautiful," I whispered as we walked into the beachside restaurant with our hands intertwined.

Joe leaned in and whispered in my ear, "It gets better."

He smirked as he pulled me and we followed the hostess. I glanced over at Joe as the hostess started to lead us outside.

"Joe," I whispered. "Where are we going?"

My question got stuck in my throat when we walked outside to see a beach gazebo gorgeously decorated.

"What is all of this?" I asked, my voice breaking. He pulled me into his chest and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He broke the kiss with a small smile on his face.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Joe."

We ate a delicious meal in a beautiful setting. The whole night, I couldn't help but notice Joe staring at me strangely.

"Okay," I chuckled. "What is with you tonight?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, trying to come across as innocent.

"You've been staring at me weirdly," I said, my face burning.

"Because I love you," he said simply.

"Joe. . ." I cut myself off when he stood up. He sent me a strange smile before kneeling down.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. My breath got stuck in my throat when he pulled out a little blue box and opened it, revealing a beautiful yet simple ring.

"I love you," he said, his voice slightly breaking. "I can't imagine my life without you and I don't want to. I want to spend the rest of my life making you egg omelets. I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile. I want to spend the rest of my life over-worrying about your stress and anxiety. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. So, Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes," I instantly said.

Joe smiled as he slipped the ring on my finger. I grabbed his hand as we stood up. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I had happy tears streaming down my face as our lips moved in sync. We broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads together.

"I love you, baby," he whispered.

"I love you too," I whispered back. "But I have one request."

"Anything, my darling fiancé," he teased as he tightened his arms around my waist.

"We can't have our wedding over the school year," I started to stutter. "We can do it this summer but it's only a few weeks away. We could wait until next summer but I don't know if you want to wait a year. But then again, you might be filming something. I guess we have winter break or spring break. But what if. . ."

Joe leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't help but smile as our lips moved in sync. He broke the kiss and smirked down at me.

"As I said," he whispered. "I want to spend the rest of my life over-worrying about your stress and anxiety."

"Good," I chuckled. "Cause there's a lot of it."

[siempre-bucky]

Hello! I have a request for your blurb night 🌙

From prompt list 1 - #42 with Eddie Munson

It screams something eddie would be caught doing 😂🤍

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie finds relief from the heatwave by standing in front of the freezer and you just so happen to catch him butt naked.

warnings: mentions of smut, nothing graphic

wc: 788

a/n: bestie let me tell you! I love this prompt so much!!! Thank you for sending it my way and i hope you like it.

“It’s another record day of heat here in Hawkins. Make sure if you can, stay nice and cool inside.” 

Eddie growled and slammed his hand down on his radio that sat on his bedside table, long fingers dancing around in search of the off button. The nasally voice of the weatherman only added to his heat-induced frustration. Once his voice finally left the space, Eddie groaned and wiped his damp forehead. Wayne was supposed to have the air conditioner fixed days ago. The fans he bought in the meantime weren’t cutting it. Eddie swore he was going to drown in his own sweat. 

He sat up and fixed his hair, adjusting the stands of curly brown hair that fell from the bun on top of his head. Sweating in just his boxers, not very metal if you asked him. With a whine, he stood up and slowly made his way into the kitchen, the slight relief from the heat in his room made him hum. He had his sights on the freezer, Wayne at least had the decency to buy popsicles on his last trip to the store. 

The freezing cold air wafting in his face made Eddie shiver, instantly drying the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned out, sticking his head farther into the freezer. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? He loved the goosebumps that covered his skin and how his forehead was stuck to the frozen pot roast. 

His brown eyes went wide at another thought. He took a quick step back and opened the fridge. “Thank you,” he whined, his whole body now covered in cold. His first real sense of relief since the heat wave started. Oh, he could spend hours standing here feeling the cold! Then he had another idea. Eddie shimmied out of his blue plaid boxers and kicked them to the side, every inch of his pale skin was now being soothed from the heat. 

Eddie relished in the cold for a long time, lounging against the metal and the doors blocking his naked frame from the view of the front door. “God this is better than sex,” he moaned, throwing his head back and letting the nape of his neck rest on frozen goods. In reality, it wasn’t, there was no better feeling than you. 

“Eddie!” You called from the front door. You were too familiar with his trailer, finding the spare key under a pot and letting yourself in. “Eddie?” 

The man froze, his eyes opening wide with surprise. He glanced down, his boxers too far away to get them himself. “H-hey, baby,” he chuckled nervously. 

“I grabbed your kids and we’re going to the pool, wanna come?” you asked, looking around for him. You raised your eyebrows at the open doors of the refrigerator, did he forget to close them? Then you saw the tiny shadow at the bottom. “Eds?” you giggled. “What are you doing?” 

“Getting cool!” he yelped, “don’t come any closer.” 

You instantly stopped in your tracks. “Are you stuck?” you joked. 

“No…” his voice trailed off. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d seen him naked but it was embarrassing for you to catch him this way. “Jus’ need a minute.” 

“Are you naked?” you asked, finding it hard to contain your smile. 

“Yes,” he answered bashfully. 

Heat rose to your face as you started walking, looking down to see his discarded boxers on the other side of the room. Picking them up, you kept your back turned to him. “Can I see you?” you asked, “I bet you look so good.” 

“Jesus,” he whispered, the tone of your voice going straight to his lower regions. “Yeah, fine.” 

You turned around and kept your eyes locked with his. Sauntering closer, you handed him his boxers and put your hands on the sides of his lithe waist. “I like your hair like this,” you told him, your lips connecting to his cold collarbone. 

Eddie moaned at your touch, “W-we gotta go to the pool, can’t let the kids overheat,” he managed. Your hands traveled lower and your lips reached the side of his neck. 

“They can wait a moment,” you hummed, “it’s not every day I find you like this, baby. You sure this is better than sex?” 

Eddie blushed as red as roses, “Y-you heard me?” he whispered, dropping his boxers and letting his hands roam your body. 

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Kinda wanna prove that wrong now.” 

Eddie grabbed your hips and pushed you against the counter, helping you up. “Is the air conditioner working in your car?” he asked before assaulting your exposed neck with kisses. 

“Y-yes,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“We’ll make it quick.”

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