#my joints were fucking DYING

[erigold13261]

So little desire to create. Only want to consume. But nothing to consume. So creating in head. But head does not want to share. So consuming thoughts alone.

[hoshigray]

hey love can i request brothers bff cho and how he's just down bad for you 🤍🤍🤍

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg wait, i fucks with this baddd

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - masturbation (m!) - oral (m! receiving) - tit/breast fucking (m! receiving) - cowgirl position - pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - implied that reader is big chested - Choso crushing on you hard, lmao - mention of drool/spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

Choso knew better than to be attracted to you, the sibling of his best friend ever. 

Your brother and Choso have been buddies for a while, meeting during his part-time job at a burger joint as servers and finding out they have so much in common. Being older siblings, lovers of rock music, and relating to so much together, the two often hung out after work and became pretty good friends. Just two people vibing out in each others’ company, and there was nothing to make this relationship complicated!

“Hey, Choso, I’ve told you about my sister before, right?”

You greeted him with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Choso!”

Well, that is until you came and absolutely rocked Choso’s world. 

You were the younger sibling of two; a college senior comes home biweekly to take care of laundry and then drives back up for your education. By your gorgeous face and alluring figure, Choso was struck by your image from the first time his eyes ever laid on you. You were such a kind spirit, always so sweet to him and others surrounding you — you’d want to hang with the boys whenever you had the chance while you were visiting, which was hellish for the brown-haired man. 

You’d laugh along with the jokes, making Choso’s heart skip uncontrollably, and the way you’d lean to him when you’re sleepy watching a movie with them pushed the guy on the verge of shutting down. He could never get tired of how you’d say his name; it came out so dear from your lips as if he could be under your spell at any second. And it didn’t help that you’d walk around the house with shorts on, the lower fringes constantly threatening Choso on whether they’d creep up to see the mere crevice of your ass.

As said before, he knew better than siblings of best friends were off limits. However, you were becoming too much for him. It’s been half a year of seeing you, and there has never been a day or night where you haven’t popped up in his head one way or another, particularly when his mind would think of you in the most…lustful ways.

He throws his head back, reminiscing about you and your outfit from the pub. The way your breasts were tucked in nicely by the window of your bodycon dress, yet the cleavage was too tempting for his eyes not to notice. The dress sculpted your curves dangerously, Choso fighting the urge to put his hand on your hip to feel your clothed skin. And your lipgloss made your lips shine; every time you spoke to him was a test for him not to kiss you right there in front of your brother. It was so cruel how you looked so good for him!

He was spending the night at yours after a night out drinking with you and your brother, using the basement bedroom to sleep. Sleep evades him; however, he uses this space to deal with the erection he’s been dying to indulge in this entire night instead. His teeth pull the bottom of his shirt, dark jeans discarded to the floor, and his hand pumps his shaft that’s freed from his boxer briefs.

He grunts at the memory, teeth grinding while he strokes his long cock. Precum exuding from the urethra slides down to the base and wets his fingers. “Fuuck, Y/n,” your name is said in choked moans, the horny man fisting himself in a faster motion. Brown eyebrows are trenched, and his abdomen begins to flex. Shit, I’m so close, so cl—

“Choso?”

He never in his life froze still in an instant, and his heart goes to a complete stop, too. No way.

“Ca–…May I come in?”

No words are said from either side, so Choso’s heat immediately shifts to icy cold when he hears the door open, and your frame is all he sees. You’re still wearing the beautiful dress, yet your face is molded into an expression of utter anxiousness. Sweat goes down Choso’s forehead, oh fucking shit!

“I came down to see if you were okay and needed anything,” your eyes were downcast to the floor, chewing on your lips during this awkward situation. “But…I heard you say my name and…”

Oh, it was so over for him. All Choso could do was stare at you in dread, entirely shocked that you saw him masturbate at the thought of you! You were fidgeting with your dress, perplexed about how to handle this predicament, too. He was so done for; not only was he thinking of you, the sibling of his best friend, and using said thoughts of you, but now you are aware of how he pictures you in his fucked up head! Yup, he can never walk into this house again. “S–Sorry, Y/n! I’ll just go and—“

“Can I help?”

Again, his body goes rigid mid-stride of getting off the bed after pulling his underwear up. ….What?

“I mean, can I…help you with that?” You meekly walk into the room and close the door behind you. “I am the one who made you like this, so…I’m okay with it if you are…..”

Choso blinks, too alarmed to make any movements. “But, your brother…” You’re quiet for a few seconds before you spook him by taking steps in his direction. He gulps thickly when your figure crawls on the bed, too close for his brain to comprehend. You take his hand with your soft ones and bring his fingers to your lips to kiss, and his breath hitches when you suck and lick his digits. The boner stuffed in his briefs twitches at the sensation of your tongue running against the underside of his middle finger and sucking on it. 

You peer at him, “What about him?” That is what you say before lifting your dress to remove your panties. And just when Choso thought his life was about to be thrown in the gutter, you flipped the script on him again.

In his head, Choso knew he shouldn’t be doing this.

“Mmm…Mmahh! Oh, Choso, you taste so good…”

But in his heart, he couldn’t help but give in to this situation.

You were situated between his legs, ripped him off his briefs for you to suck on his glans freely. Your tinge dances around his cockhead to prompt more come to ooze out of his urethra, and your hand slides up and down to stroke his member. Choso whimpers under your touch, and shivers crawl up his spine as you lick from the base to the tip before sucking hard.

“Fuuck, Y/n,” he grips the sheets, barely containing his hips to buck to your lips. “Your mouth, it’s—Hssshh…!”

“Mmm?” You blink before releasing the tip with a sound. “What about my mouth, Choso baby?” Fuck, the nickname made the pink of his ears creep down to his nape. “You feel good?” He nods at your question, and you giggle before sucking one of his balls, resulting in a sharp gasp from the brown-haired man. “I’m so happy you are…”

Hallow cheeks take in his cock, busying your throat with his length that has you humming blissfully. You massage his waist as you bob your face up and down, and shaky breaths leave his lips while his legs jolt with every swish of your tongue.

“—Shhiiit, oh shit, hnnn,” he can’t do it, you were driving him crazy. “Y/n, you’re gonna make me…Mmmm”

You pick up on his cue, withdrawing your lips from him to maneuver and pull down the top of your dress. Caramel eyes widen at the sight of your breast spilling out, forgetting how to breathe when you bring them to wrap around his long dick. You move them around to please him, taking the tip back into your mouth to slurp his leaking essence that trickles down to your chest. 

“Mmaahh, go ahead, darling,” you place kisses on the tip, Choso looking at nothing but your mounds swallow him with every stroke. It takes mere seconds for his orgasm to sneak up on him, his jizz coming out to fall and trickle down in between the rifts of your tits. “There you go, let it out for me…” the way you looked at him with half-lidded eyes took his breath away, especially with the spit that connects your gloss-shining lips to his spit-and-come coated shaft. 

And when he’s finally inside you? He’s too far gone to even think of being away from you.

“Ohhh, hoooh!! Chosooo, y’u feel soo good!”

Your dress was cast-off entirely, your nude body bouching up and down on Choso, his cock bullying the inside of your cunt. It’s been a solid fifteen minutes shared between the two of you exploring each other’s bodies, and sweaty skin exchanges heat from the constant motions. And come from rounds prior spill from your chasm as you ride on Choso’s dick with a rhythm.

He has his hands on your hips now, using you to keep him steady before he gets too lost in the feeling. Not that it hasn’t happened already; the man moans with every clamp of your walls around him, tightening around him with every graze of your g-spot. You wail for him up top, and your aroused sounds have to be the cutest things he’s ever heard. And the way your tits jump every time you plummet down to the base of him, it’s an image that will haunt him for the rest of his days.

“Tahhh, ughh, Jesus Christ…” He’s too sensitive right now; he just came not too long ago and is now being chased down for another one. “Y/n, sweetie, too fast, slow d—Ahh…!”

You hear him and titter, “Yeah? Want me to slow down, huh…” You bring your hips up excruciatingly slow, listening intently to the shaky sobs from the brunette as you get to the very top. And then you smack yourself down with haste, sharing a yelp at the rushed sensation. You do it again, “Think you’re about to cum again, huh, honey?”

His hands now come to your ass to grope with the flesh, and you twitch around his girth at the hunger. “Yeahhh…”

“You gonna be good and cum for me again, right?” Another snap of your ass crashing down on him. 

“Yess, baby,” he throws his head back to the pillows, his head pounding so hard it could kill him. You can feel him pulsating within your slit. “Almost there…Ohh–ooo..!”

You bite your lip, relishing at the sight of him being desperate for release. You lean forward to him, your breasts meshing with his chest as you snake a hand around the back of his head. You place your lips on his, and he doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate.

The kiss gets hotter when you dial up the speed, tongues swirling and exchanging spit as the friction becomes a lot more pleasurable than before. Choso’s ears ring the deeper you bring him in to kiss, humming on his tongue as you suck on it with harsh rocks on his length from scraping places you couldn’t reach. He’s so fucking addicted to you; his composure long deteriorated the moment he first put his cock inside you.

Choso bucks himself to you in sync, his climax coming in just a few ruts. He howls into you, and you wail along as your hips don’t rest until you’re hit with a crescendo of your own. Contracting your vaginal walls milks him, exerting his load into you again to spill and flow down your sticky frames. 

You two heave and pant in each other’s mouth before the kiss is broken, and the string of saliva is evidence of you being one with the other. Although the both of you are dazed, you smile at him before kissing his nose. “Glad I helped you out, huh?” He chuckles weakly as you lay kisses on his chin.

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

And just like that, the two of you are frozen yet again. Wait…

Too late, the bedroom door busts open with a bang, and in comes your brother!

“Yooo, Choso, my guy—hic,” your brother stumbles inside the room, still a bit loopy and drunk. “Wanna go up and hit a quick blunt with— ah…”

The heat shared between you and the man below you switched to silent torture, awkwardness suffocating the three figures staring at each other. And this is the exact reason why Choso should’ve known better than to mingle around with you…

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Hi dolly!!

This is my first time asking for a request and i hope it’s okay… but is there anyway you can write something smutty for Eddie?

Bully Eddie x shy reader? Eddie is surprised she got detention so he teases her about it the whole time ! When it’s over he “rewards” her for being good and taking the teasing ??

Pretty please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

So I took a lil tiny bit of a different approach with this, Reader isn’t as shy as I set out to make her because I’m not the best with shy reader but I hope you still like it, my love!! Also not so loosely based on “good girls” by 5SOS.

Warnings: All characters are 18+, Bully Eddie, “good girl” reader, hair pulling, teasing, unprotected sex, edging, a lil choking, clit slapping, pet names, fluffy ending. 18+MDNI! Wk: A lil over 2k

Everyone labels you as a “good girl” but the funny thing is, that you aren’t really. You sneak out. You party. You’re no stranger to skipping class. But when you sneak out you just go on night walks for some peace and quiet. And when you go to those parties you tend to keep to yourself, find a nice dark corner to hide in while you sip your drink and observe your peers, hardly noticed. Everyone thought you were a prude virgin, but that wasn’t true either. Thanks to Eddie Munson.

Eddie probably knew the real you better than anyone. The first night you hooked up he happened to be walking through the park you always stop to swing at on your walks and offered you a ride. At those parties he would always find your dark corner and slither his way into it, offering to pass joints back and forth, inevitably ending up with you both sweaty in the back of his van. But that didn’t stop him from calling you things like “Angel” and “goody two shoes” you would always disagree but he would always retort that with “bad girls get caught, and you’ve never been caught, so as far as everyone else is concerned, you’re a good girl.”

So he had this obsession with keeping it that way. He would talk to you at school and parties, but only for so long. He never gave any indication that you guys were hooking up on a regular basis to anyone and he even went as far as to tease you in front of your classmates. He was always tugging on your hair, knocking your books out of your hand, throwing little balled up pieces of paper at your head in the middle of English. You always just roll your eyes, maybe flip him off, tell him to fuck off. But in all honesty? It kind of hurts a little, because you’ve come to really like Eddie, even if you never meant to. That’s why when you heard girls in the locker room talking about how Eddie is probably “an animal in bed” but “they’d never touch him with a ten foot pole because he probably doesn’t shower” you might have seen red.

Not only did you feel territorial of him but you felt protective. So you might have grabbed Nina Johnson by the back of her hair and punched her directly in her nose. The entire locker room went silent aside from the sound of her groans as blood started to drip down her nose. If every single person in the room hadn’t unanimously agreed your gym teacher probably would’ve never believed it was you.

“Sooo you really aren’t gonna tell me why you’re in here?” Eddie is turned sideways in the chair next to you with his legs spread. His thick ringed fingers tap on the chipped wood of the desk and his boot clad foot shakes against the cracked linoleum as he gives you a pointed look.

“Nope.” You glance over at him with your lips formed into a pout, your eyes wide while you bat your lashes at him innocently.

“C’mon, angel, don’t be like that.” His tongue darts out to wet his plump bottom lip as his eyes roam your figure. “Tell me what my good girl did to land herself in detention with the likes of me. I’m dying to know.”

“Nice try. But still no.” You roll your eyes as you turn back to your book.

“Oooh, she’s sassy today. Why not? Was it something really bad? Did you go to the bathroom without a hall pass? Maybe you stole a book from the library? Wait, wait, don’t tell me you skipped class, angel? Thought you were a good girl.” You know he’s teasing you, trying to get you worked up, in more ways than one and you hate that it’s working.

“Shut up, Eddie, can’t you see that I’m reading?” The next thing you know your book is being ripped from your hands and held in front of Eddie’s face.

“What’re you reading, anyways? Oh - shit, this is kinda dirty, isn’t it sweetheart?” Eddie’s chocolate mischief filled eyes peek at you from over the cover as he wiggles his eyes eyebrows at you. “The knight did what to the princess now?”

“Eddie!” You feel your entire body warm with embarrassment. You reach out to try and grab the book back but he holds it above his head as he chuckles. “Stop being a dick! Give it back!”

“Don’t be greedy, princess, what if I want to know what the knight does next?” You shoot up from your chair and try to reach for the book again but Eddie easily moves it behind his back before you can get it in your grasp. “I think I’ll hold onto it until detention is over, and maybe if you act like a good girl for the next thirty minutes I’ll give it back after.”

“Whatever.” You huff, flopping down in your chair with your arms crossed.

You don’t look at Eddie for the rest of detention, deciding instead to stare out the window and pout while he continues to try and pester you. You were frustrated and tired of his teasing. You immediately grab your backpack and head for the door when the teacher comes into the room to dismiss you, totally ignoring Eddie as he calls after you. You roll your eyes when you hear his chains clanking behind you.

“Hey, princess, wait up! Don’t you want this back?” He catches up to you easily, his hand grasping onto your wrist to get you to stop walking. You whip your head towards him with your eyes set into a glare.

“Honestly, Eddie? I don’t really care anymore. I just want to go home.” You pull your arm from his grasp and try to walk away but he steps in front of you with a concerned look on his face.

“Hey, are we good? You know I just like fucking with you, right?” He holds your book up between you, offering it to you.

“Yeah, that’s just about all you like.” Eddie’s face drops at your tone. You're never like this. You usually get all giggly and embarrassed when he messes with you but he’s never seen you genuinely pissed off at him. As much as it unsettles him it also makes his cock twitch a little.

“You’re kind of hot when you’re mad, you know that?” Eddie bites his lip and gives you that look that makes you swoon for him every time. He reaches his hand out to cup your jaw, his thumb running across your pouty lips. “Quit pouting, let me drive you home.”

“No.” You whine, pouting even further as you look up at him through your lashes. He has you and he knows it.

“Alright, fine then.” Eddie shrugs, giving you a devilish smirk before turning to walk away, he only makes it a few steps before you’re calling out for him. “That’s what I thought, there’s my good girl.”

“Yeah, fuck, taking me so well, angel.” Eddie is pounding you from behind, your cheek is squished against one of the pillows he started keeping in the back of the van while one of his large hands is laced through your hair. The other roughly grabs onto your hip for leverage, his hips slapping loudly against the fat of your ass.

“Maybe you’re not a good girl after all, huh? Getting dentition. Giving me an attitude. Letting the freak fuck you in the back of his van a block away from your house? Maybe you’ve just been a naughty girl this entire time?” That has you clenching around him, loud moans leaving your lips as you cum hard on his cock.

“Fuck, Eddie, fuck!” He continues to fuck into you hard and deep, using his grip on your hair to pull you up so your back is flush against his chest.

“Tell me why you got detention.” His lips brush your ear, his voice rough.

“Uh-uh” Your eyes roll back when his finger tips brush across your puffy wet clit. He pounds into you a few more times before stilling inside you.

“Tell me, or I’ll stop. I’ll make you lay there and watch me while I jerk off on your pretty little face.” His teeth sink into the nape of your neck, causing you to throw your head back, your walls constricting around his thick cock.

“I don’t know why it matters so much - fuck Eddie -“ you gasp when his hand comes down on your clit, smacking it.

“Tell me.” The hand in your hair grabs onto your throat, adding just the right amount of pressure.

“I punched Nina Johnson in the face, okay!?” You whine when he pulls out of you completely, flipping you on your back. He leans over you, with his hands on either side of your head and a smile plastered on his face.

“Princess, you what!?” He chuckles.

“You heard me.” You pout, avoiding eye contact.

“Did you really? That’s so hot.” He grips onto your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Why’d you do it?”

“Eddie, you said you’d fuck me again if I told you why I got detention I don’t think it’s really fair that you’re asking more que -“ You’re cut off when he takes his cock in his hand and slams inside of you, he doesn’t even give you time to think before his cock is bullying your sweet spot.

“Guess you're officially a bad girl now, huh? Since you got caught?” Eddie chuckles as one of his hands snakes down to rub circles on your clit in time with his thrusts. “But you’re still gonna be a good girl for me, right?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be so good for you, so fucking good. I’m close, I’m gonna -“ His thrusts and the circles on your clit stop simultaneously causing you to gasp.

“Then be good and tell me why you punched her and I’ll let you cum.” He slaps your clit again and it has your eyes rolling back. “You a little pain slut too? Guess we will have to explore that later. Now answer the question.”

“I just did, okay? I don’t know why it matters, she’s always been a bitch to you anyways.” You whine, any and all fire you had gone, all you want is to cum on Eddie’s cock. “Please, please let me cum Eddie, wanna cum.”

“There’s an easy solution here, princess.” Eddie chuckles as he lands another slap on your clit. “Why’d you do it?”

“She said something fucked up about you, okay!? Now can I please cum? Please?” Eddie’s eyes widen, his heart warming a bit at your words. You got detention for him? He’s going to rock your fucking world.

“Oh, angel. I really have corrupted you, haven’t I? Punching girls in the face for little ol’ me?” He grips onto your calf, throwing it over his shoulder so he can fuck into you deeper, his fingers find your clit again as his cock bullies your sweet spot over and over again. “Cum for me.”

“Fuck, Eddie, want you to cum too. Want you to fill me up.” You’re usually pretty shy with dirty talk but Eddie is seeing a whole new side of you today and he really fucking loves it.

“Yeah? Want me to fill this pussy up? Paint your walls with my cum? Maybe I’ll mark you up so everyone knows what a bad girl you really are?” Eddie leans down, letting your leg fall so he can bury his face in your neck. He sucks on your skin, determined to leave his mark.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum, Eddie. I’m gonna fucking cum, please mark me up, want everyone to know who I belong to.” Your tight wet pussy constricts around him, sending him over the edge with you. He cock twitches inside you as spurts of his cum fill you.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s it. Naughty little pussy taking all my cum just like she was made to.”

Eddie fucks you both through your highs before flipping onto his side, pulling you against him. You lean up so you can bury your face in his neck and give him a mark of your own causing him to let out a groan.

“You’re gonna get me going again if you keep doing that, baby.” He chuckles, running a hand along the back of your head to encourage you to look at him. When you do, he’s looking at you in a way he never has before. Almost with adoration. “You’re really badass, you know that?”

“Yeah? That’s a high compliment coming from you, fair knight.” He lets out a loud, signature Eddie laugh at that.

“I am but your humble servant, princess. I am indebted to you for defending me from the evil witch of the locker room.” You both burst into a fit of giggles. “But really though, you should let me read more of that book, maybe we can act it out one day.”

“Oh my god! You’re so annoying.” You snort, playfully slapping his chest.

“Yeah? And you’re my certified badass girl.”

“Yours, huh?” You look up at him and he cups your jaw, rubbing circles along the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

“Yeah, if you’ll have me.” His cheeks turn a tinge pink as he looks down at you bashfully.

“Duh.” You connect your lips with his in a tender kiss that feels different from any other kiss he’s given you. You were Eddie Munson’s girl and that’s all you ever really wanted to be.

Divider is by @strangergraphics

[withahappyrefrain]

FRAT TASM!PETER WITH

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

THIS IS SOMETHING THAT COCKY ASSHOLE WOULD SAYYY OH MY GOD

This is how blonde frat Peter returns bless you

Warning: language, frat Peter being a cocky little shit, female reader, I think that's it!

"Hey, you made it after all."

You audbily breathe in through your nose, trying to ignore the fumes of vodka and who knows what else was in this God forsaken jungle juice.

Anything to give you the strength to face Peter Parker.

You turn around to find him leaning against the door, a joint tucked behind his ear, hands in the pocket of his black hoodie, bleached blonde hair somehow perfectly messy.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Parker. I'm only here to support my roommate," you scoff, turning your attention back to the game of beer pong. Not that you were truly interested.

But you couldn't let him know that.

You regret being late to the first day of your Science Diplomacy & World Health class. Had you known it would have left you no choice but to sit next to Peter Parker, you wouldn't have hit the snooze button for your alarm five times.

It wasn't even like you had asked to borrow a pencil from him. He seemed drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.

"Y'know, I feel like I would have remembered a face like yours. You a transfer?" He asked, as if you two weren't in the middle of a lecture.

Thanks to your roommate being in the sorority that paired up with his frat, you had heard all about Peter Parker. The infamous parties. How he dyed his hair blonde at the beginning of sophomore. How he's the biggest flirt that Delta Lambda Phi had.

You didn't even look at him when you responded, "We've been in the same class since freshman year. But I came here to get a degree, not to party."

Ever since that day, he wouldn't leave you alone. At first it started with ridiculously over the top pick up lines.

"Are you made up of copper and tellurium? Because you're cute."

All you could do was roll your eyes at every line, mustering all the strength you had to not smile. You had eyes, the guy was cute. But you also knew his type.

So when he extended a personal invite to the latest frat party, you simply turned him down, like you had for countless of other parties.

Of course, as luck would have it, it was exactly the party your roommate wanted to go to.

You hoped to avoid him, hoped that your roommate would find whoever she was looking for so you could leave.

But it was as if Peter Parker had a sixth sense for you specifically. His inability to find you in libraries, dinning halls, and the university's coffee shop (bc fuck Starbucks) had now extended to frat parties.

"You know Parker, stalking is a serious crime," you scoff, refusing to look at him. The ever present scent of cinnamon alerted you that he was now standing next to you.

"It's not my fault you have a beautiful face that I could pick out from a crowd," He mumbles, a stark contrast to the usual cocky bravada you're used to.

"Excuse me?" Without thinking, you turn to face him, making contact with those big brown eyes.

The corner of his pink lips jerk upwards as he leans in, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. His touch is gentle, something you weren't expecting at all.

"You heard me." The cocky smile had returned, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Hey, don't gimme that. I know you love how cheesy I am."

Unfortunately, it was true. He was never crude and it somehow sounded genuine, despite being accompanied by a worn snapback.

"It's not crass, unlike your fellow brotherin. I'll give you that Parker." You would have taken a step back if you could, but you were now up against the wall. But he still had space to close in on you, not that he did. He always kept enough distance that you could walk away.

Come to think of it, you hadn't seen or heard him flirt with anyone since the first day of classes.

"Y'know, I got an offer from Delta Chi. It could be way worse." His comment earned a laugh from you, a feat Peter was quite proud of.

"You're right, I guess I should give you that."

"I think you can give me a lot more," He leaned in, closing some of the distance between you two but not all the way, "If you want."

The ball was in your court. His lips looked so soft, no doubt from the vanilla chapstick he used. God, why did you know that about him? And why did he always smell like cinnamon instead of Axe body spray? That's what he should be using, it would certainly make it easier for you to discourage your own feelings about the guy.

Tired of denying, tired of putting up a wall, and not kissing anyone in the last four months caused you to grab at his hoodie, your lips crashing onto his.

You vaguely register the sound of the dropped plastic cup, as your fingers thread through his hair to find it soft, despite all the hair dye and bleach.

Peter's hands feel large as they skim your sides, landing at your hips. When his tongue slid across your bottom lip, you could feel your knees begin to go weak. As if he could sense it, he pushed your back firmly against the wall, one of his large hands going down to your thigh to help steady you.

Fuck, his lips were soft. There was muscle underneath that hoodie, you could feel it.

His lips trailed down to your jaw before settling on your ear.

"I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard. Wanna hear about it?"

Desire burned at the pit of your stomach, your fingers gripping the strands of his hair.

"Where the fuck is your bedroom Parker?"

[eiightysixbaby]

sunscreen and chlorine

word count: 3.5k

pairing: lifeguard!eddie x fem!reader

summary: things get steamy during an unbearably hot day at the hawkins pool.

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI - SMUT. oral (m receiving), sexual innuendos with a popsicle, sex in a public place, unprotected p in v, creampie, billy is mentioned in this lol. lmk if i forgot any!

author’s note: lifeguard!eddie has been invading my brain for days so here, have this.

It was hot. So, so unbelievably hot. The kind of heat where you step outside and feel like you can’t breathe for a second, where the air feels thick and heavy and sweat clings to your skin relentlessly. There was no breeze, none at all, just stagnant heat lingering. Naturally, just about everyone in Hawkins was at the community pool, dying for a way to cool down. Bare feet walking on hot pavement, vibrant swimsuits almost blinding in the sun. Brightly colored beach balls being tossed around in the water as screams and splashes rang out. Eddie sat perched in his lifeguard chair, bright red swim trunks covering his bottom half, stopping a little bit above his knees. A black tank top rested on his torso, clinging tight to modest muscles. Even in the blistering summer, Eddie wasn’t one to parade around with his shirt off. Much unlike Billy, who would take any chance he could get to be wearing as little clothing as possible, showing off his biceps to the suburban mothers who’d fawn over him. Bored women who married boring men that they felt close to nothing for, all for the sake of having that nuclear family, now dying to relive their teenage years. Eddie would occasionally throw scandalous remarks their way when they’d whistle at him, but for the most part he didn’t bite.

Eddie was honest to god sweltering, to put it lightly. The shade from the umbrella attached to the chair provided little comfort for him, but at least it kept most of his skin from receiving direct sun exposure. He’d already applied sunscreen several times, rubbing the white cream all over just to sweat it off a half hour later, and then repeat the process. His pale skin was unforgiving in the summer months, quick to turn an angry red if Eddie wasn’t careful about being in the sun. There’d been one too many occasions where he’d sat perched on the kitchen counter after hot summer days, Wayne rubbing aloe on his stinging skin. Sometimes Eddie isn’t sure why he chose to have a job that required him to be exposed to the elements so often, but hey, it pays the bills.

He peered through his sunglasses at all of the patrons in the pool, wishing he could feel the cool water on himself. His hair was pulled back into a low bun, keeping the heavy curls from making his neck too warm. He kept himself occupied any way he could, blowing his whistle at kids who insisted on running around the pool grounds despite several signs warning not to, laughing to himself when they’d slow to a walk, staring up at him with guilty eyes. Sat high on his perch, his eyes scanned over the various suspects down below - teenage girls sprawled out on towels, pretending like they weren’t absolutely miserable in the sun as they tanned their skin, Jason Carver walking towards the pool with Chrissy Cunningham over his shoulders, laughing in protest about the water being too cold, Billy flirting excessively with anything with a pulse instead of watching the pool. Eddie huffed a sigh, for as busy a day as it was, there was very little for him to actually do. Not that he wanted to have to, you know, save somebody from drowning today or something, but he was just bored. Ninety-five percent of the town’s population had to be here today, and yet none of his friends were around to keep him entertained. He was hot, he was cranky, and he just wanted to go home and unwind. Needed to smoke a joint, maybe rub one out, and go the fuck to sleep.

After yelling at some teenager to stop dunking unsuspecting people under the water, he resumed his people watching. His whistle sat loosely in his mouth, Eddie absentmindedly fidgeting with the silver metal between his teeth, whispers of that shrill chirping sound fighting their way out of the object every time he’d exhale too hard. Pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them on top of his head, his brown eyes roamed over the grounds until they landed on you. He recognized you, remembers you from high school though you two were never close. A pretty thing - you always have been - sprawled across a lounge chair, one leg crossed over the other casually. Water droplets dried on your skin, and the ends of your hair were wet, indicating your recent swim. You had a popsicle pressed between your lips, sticky red juice melting down your hand, the heat affecting the sweet ice too fast for you to keep up with. He doesn’t fully realize how hard he’s been staring until your eyes catch his, and you cock an eyebrow at him. He feels his cheeks heat up, for once from something other than the sun, and is about to just scamper down from his chair and into a hole in the ground before you wave at him, fingers delicately wiggling his way.

He gives you a casual wave back, fully catching the smile that you try to cover with your hand. Your eyes are unwavering on his thin frame, taking in his pale skin that’s littered here and there with tattoos. Gaze pausing on the soft muscles in his arms, trailing down to the fabric of his swim trunks, bunched up just below the waistband, concealing the rest of him that you’d very much like to see. You notice that he doesn’t stop looking at you, either. Eddie shamelessly lets his eyes rake up your legs, the vibrant pink of your bathing suit complimenting the rest of you. He swears his heart almost stops when he meets your eyes again, noticing the sultry look in them as you slowly push your popsicle past your lips once more. It almost completely disappears in your mouth before you pull it out, excruciatingly slowly. You lick it from bottom to top, tongue flat against the strawberry flavored treat, eyes never leaving Eddie’s.

He feels his cock twitch slightly in his swim trunks, suddenly finding it incredibly hard to focus on doing his job. You knew what you were doing, and you weren’t about to back down from what Eddie could tell. The dense heat was getting to his head, his brain turning to mush as he watched you. Juice from the popsicle slowly trickled down your chin until you wiped it with your fingers, proceeding to stick the index and middle in your mouth, sucking the sweet syrup off. Eddie shifts in his seat, subtly adjusting the fabric of his swim trunks, trying to conceal the bulge growing beneath them. You notice the awkward movement, lips twisting into a smirk as your mouth resumes its work on your popsicle. By the time you’ve consumed the entirety of the cold treat, pulling the last bit off the stick with your teeth and letting it melt in your mouth, Eddie is uncomfortably hard. He’s pulled the bright red rescue tube that was once secured at the side of the lifeguard chair over his lap, which wouldn’t seem like a calculated maneuver to anyone except you. You know the effect you’ve had on him, and he knows you’re enjoying it. Now that you’re done putting on a little show for him, he’s not sure what to do next. Was that it? Seductively eat your popsicle for him and it’s over, resume his shift as normal? He couldn’t exactly shout across the way at you to ask for your number - or at least, he didn’t want to make an absolute buffoon of himself trying.

He didn’t have to deliberate for long before he caught you jerking your head to the side, eyes following in the direction of the changing rooms and showers. You stood slowly from your chair, making sure he got the hint, before walking towards the big blue door to the women’s changing rooms. He couldn’t help but admire the way your ass looked as you walked away from where he was perched, soft flesh peeking out around the fabric of your bathing suit bottoms. Eddie was fully aware of the fact that fooling around with you at his place of employment in the middle of his shift was probably not a wise idea, but fuck it. He couldn’t hold off any longer. Gangly legs climbed down the steps of the lifeguard post until his feet hit the pavement below, almost immediately protesting at the heat coming from the concrete. He walked quickly in the direction you had led him, pulling his shirt over his head and bunching it in front of him to conceal the horrendously obvious tent in his pants. He approached Billy who gave him a questioning look.

“Cover for me for a few, man,” Eddie said quietly, for only Billy to hear, shoving the rescue tube at the shorter man for him to take.

“What?” Billy asked, stumbling back ever so slightly as Eddie presses the red safety equipment into his chest.

“Just fucking cover for me,” his voice was firm, and he walked away before Billy could say another word. The other man huffed an annoyed sigh as he headed for the lifeguard chair.

Eddie stepped cautiously into the changing rooms, not wanting to startle any unsuspecting pool patrons, but was pleasantly surprised when the only person he found inside was you. You leaned against a wall nonchalantly, twisting a lock of your hair around your fingers, smiling warmly at him.

“Hey, handsome. Decided to join me?” your voice is playful as you eye him up and down.

“That little show you put on sure was something, sweetheart,” Eddie says lowly, stalking slowly towards you.

“Just wanted to get you all worked up for the real deal,” you smirk at him, and he swallows a lump in his throat.

“Give me one sec,” he says quickly, turning on his heel.

Eddie heads back towards the door, grabbing the maintenance sign that sits in the corner. It reads, ‘Sorry! Temporarily closed for cleaning. We apologize for the inconvenience. -Hawkins Community Pool Staff’. He posts it on the outside of the door, letting the heavy metal swing closed behind him. Best to cover all of his bases here, he certainly doesn’t want any kids getting scarred for life today.

“We don’t exactly want an audience, now do we?” he asks as he walks slowly back towards you.

“No, no I guess not,” you reply, index finger bent with the nail between your teeth, a nervous habit shining through your casual demeanor.

Eddie stands mere inches away from you, breath fanning your face every time he exhales. He finds it hard to contain himself, wants nothing more than to have his hands on you. He steps even closer, looking down at you, loose strands of hair falling from his bun. He discarded the shirt he’d been holding onto the floor, and you find your eyes trailing down to his crotch, the slight bulge beneath the brightly colored fabric looking ever so appealing. His big brown eyes watch you intently, searching for any signs of your discomfort.

“You sure you want this?” he asks, voice steady.

“Yeah, ‘m sure. I’ve secretly been wanting you since we were fucking eighteen, so,” you laugh lightly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Shit, you could’ve been teasing me with popsicles this whole time?” Eddie jokes, reaching his hands out and letting them gently rest on your hips.

You’re quiet, just admiring the soft freckles on his face and the warm brown of his eyes and those full pink lips. Eddie notices the way your eyes linger on his mouth, and his lips curl into a wicked grin.

“What’re you looking at me like that for, honey? Need something?” Eddie asks, teasing, his face so deliciously close to yours.

“Think I’m in serious need of mouth to mouth…” you say, trying to tease him back but your voice is breathy.

In an instant he’s swept you into a kiss. He groans softly as your hands climb up the back of his neck, tugging on his hair where it meets his scalp. His head is swirling, still fuzzy from the early July heat and now from the feel of your soft lips on his. You smell like sunscreen and chlorine, taste like artificial strawberry flavoring. Your lips are passionate yet gentle in their movements against his, and he wants to melt onto the floor for someone to mop up later. The kiss deepens rapidly before Eddie finally has to break away, the temperature in the large room growing to be unbearable. You read his mind before he can even say anything, and pull him into a shower stall, turning the water on to a comfortably cool temperature. You close the curtain behind you, and when you turn back to face him you drop to your knees, hands grabbing at the soft fabric of his swim shorts.

Eddie feels like he’s floating, like the scorching day got to his head and he’s having some weird fever dream hallucination. The feeling of your fingers ghosting over his happy trail and hooking under the waistband of his shorts brings him back down to earth. He sucks in a sharp breath as you tug the swim trunks down, his cock springing free a couple inches from your face. You’re mesmerized at the sight in front of you. He was big, longer than most you’ve seen but less thick. His cock seemed to stare you directly in the face, flushed pink tip leaking pre cum. A small patch of dark curls rested at the base, and his heavy balls hung low beneath. You lick your lips, cool water from the shower falling in small streams over his shoulders and down his chest. The smooth tile floor is hard against your knees, you’re sure they’ll be bruised and sore tomorrow. You grab the base of him, tapping the tip of his cock on your tongue a few times, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. Eddie hisses, grabbing fistfuls of your hair with his hands.

“Don’t be a tease, honey,” he growls down at you, and you look at him innocently.

“Me? Never,” you reply, taking the head of his cock in your mouth in one swift movement.

He inhales abruptly, then lets out a sigh as you slowly bob your head on his cock, adjusting to the warm feeling of your mouth. You take him as deep as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around him. Eddie groans in response to this, pulling tighter on your hair, silently begging for you to do it again. You oblige, letting the head of his cock abuse your throat, mouth wide open for him.

“Fuck, baby, feels so fucking good,” Eddie’s voice is deeper than before, his eyes dark as they watch your movements.

You lean down further, sucking his balls into your mouth, letting your tongue roll over the stretchy skin. He genuinely yelps, surprised at the contact, eyes squeezed shut. You smile to yourself before sucking them into your mouth once again, Eddie’s whines and whimpers echoing throughout the walls of the building. You bring a hand up to toy with his balls as you redirect your mouth’s attention to the swollen tip of his cock, practically pleading for you to take it past your lips. Eddie’s in shambles as you lick and suck his sensitive head, cleaning the salty pre cum off with your tongue. You take him fully into your mouth again without warning, eliciting moans and curses as he steadies himself with one hand on the shower wall. The contrast between the cold water hitting his back and the sticky humid air tickling the skin of his chest made his head spin, the warmth of your mouth engulfing him only adding to the varying sensations. He feels himself inching closer and closer towards release, and he abruptly grabs your chin and pulls you gently off of him.

“Can I fuck you, baby? Need to be inside that pussy,” he’s trying to maintain his composure but the words come out like a whine, like he’s desperate for you.

You nod as you look up at him, admiring the water droplets that fall from his bangs and the tip of his nose, pussy throbbing between your thighs as his cock rests inches from your face.

“Use your words, pretty thing. Tell me I can fuck you,” Eddie coaxes you, pulling you to stand in front of him

“Yes, Eddie, please. Want you to fuck me,” your eyes are pleading and it makes his cock twitch.

He wraps his arms around to your backside, signaling for you to jump. He holds you securely, back now pressed against one of the shower walls, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips are on yours instantly, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth with fervor as you whimper for him. His mouth travels down, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Hot tongue licking your sticky skin, the faint taste of sweat lingering. He pushes the wet fabric of your swimsuit bottoms to the side, lining himself up with your entrance. He kisses you deeply as you feel him slide into you, stretching you open just for him, velvety walls snug around his cock. He groans into your mouth, pushing himself slowly in to the hilt, and your nails claw at his back in desperation. The stretch is so good your toes curl, your body begging and screaming for more.

“P-please, Eddie, oh my god,” you whine, Eddie’s lips now attacking your neck.

“What, honey? What do you need?” Eddie purrs, big hands squeezing the soft flesh of your ass.

“Need you to move, fuck me rough Eddie, please,” you beg him, clinging to him like a vice.

He gets his bearings on the slippery floor before rutting up into you, slick sounds of wet skin on wet skin bouncing around the shower stall. Eddie gasps as his cock fills you once more, every thrust reaching so deep, his thick fingers pressing into your smooth skin as he supports your weight. You can hear faint screams and laughter from the pool outside, and the reminder of the way no one on the outside knows what Eddie’s doing to you in here makes you dizzy with desire. Eddie’s grunting with every snap of his hips, hair frizzy and bangs sticking to his forehead, a panting mess as he fucks you like his life depends on it. You’re sure your lower back will be sore after this, every jolt to your body ramming you against the wall, but you’re too drunk on Eddie to care. The way your legs are wrapped around him opens you up for his cock to hit the perfect spot inside of you, and you’re screaming his name as he pounds relentlessly into your sopping cunt.

“Yeah? Feels good, baby? You like having my cock deep inside you?” Eddie rasps into your ear, hips moving at an unforgiving pace.

The friction against your clit as his body moves against yours paired with the way his cock hits your favorite spot inside of you has you approaching your release rapidly, your body aching to let go. Eddie’s close, too, moaning out strings of curse words and praise as your walls suck him in.

“Not gonna last much longer, honey, where do you want it?” he asks breathlessly, brown eyes blown wide as they search your face.

“Inside, need it inside,” you choke the words out, so blissed out it’s hard to speak.

Eddie picks up his pace, hips stuttering as he lets himself go. You feel his cock twitch, warmth spreading inside you as he pumps you full of his cum. Your orgasm hits you the second you feel him fill you, clenching around his already spent cock, milking him for everything he’s got. Eddie presses his forehead to yours, releasing the harsh grip on your hips as he gently sets you down. Your legs tremble, cum leaking out of you and dripping down the insides of your thighs. You rinse them off with the water from the shower head, before turning it off.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Eddie pants, pulling his swim trunks up before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“When do you get off work? Maybe you could come over after,” your voice is shy as you suggest it.

“I’m the closing guard tonight, actually. Sooo… I could totally get fired for this, but if you wanted to come back here around 8pm after lock up, I could give you some, y’know, private swimming lessons,” he smirks, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

“Count me in, baby. I think I’m gonna be needing lessons weekly, though…” you trail off, heavy lidded eyes looking at him as you twirl his hair around your fingers.

“I can work with that,” Eddie grins, pulling you into a kiss.

As the heat of the day eventually fades into a hazy nightfall, Hawkins residents slowly filing out of the pool and returning home, Eddie thinks of nothing but you. Billy almost slugged him for leaving him in charge for so long, but in Eddie’s book it was worth it. Sure enough, at 8pm on the dot, you saunter towards the gate to the pool. In your left hand was another popsicle.

Eddie was sure you’d be the death of him tonight.

[steddie-island]

Champagne kisses

@softsteddieseptember week 3: Anniversary Rating: G | WC: 1,406 | Tags: Getting together, first kiss, Eddie Munson lives Find full list of tags on ao3 | Divider credit

Eddie woke to the sound of pebbles hitting his window. He looked around for his watch to check the time, then carefully climbed out of bed.

He'd expected to see Dustin, or Mike, or even Max, one of the shitheads. He hadn't expected Steve on the other side, with a palmful of gravel— a piece of which narrowly missed hitting Eddie as he opened the window.

"Steve, what the fuck?" Eddie's nose wrinkled and he looked at the other boy with one eye cracked open. "You have a key, you couldn't just let yourself in?"

"I was hoping you'd come out, actually." Steve bounced his hand, letting the rocks drop back to the ground around his feet. "I've got a surprise for you."

"A surprise, huh? And it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Eddie heaved a put-upon sigh, his head tipping back and his gaze catching the swirls of paint on his ceiling. "All right. Let me grab my shoes."

Steve grinned and watched as Eddie disappeared back into the darkness of his bedroom.

Eddie climbed out the window and dropped carefully to his feet. It pulled his scars, made his joints complain, made Steve curse and step forward to help him. He held his hands out with both thumbs up to show he was okay before tugging his leather jacket on. "This better be good, Harrington."

Steve just grinned and jogged to his car to grab a black totebag. "It will be. I hope you brought your keys, Munson."

Eddie was dying to know what was in the bag, what couldn't have waited, but found that he was willing to be a little patient if Steve kept smiling the way he was. He followed after Steve to unlock the van, and a few moments later they were bumping their way down the road in Eddie's new used van.

The quarry stretched out before them. Eddie smoked a cigarette while he watched the place where the stars and the ground met. Even if he hadn't been threatened with loss of life and limb if he'd tried to watch what Steve was doing with the black bag behind him, the horizon was where his eyes would've strayed to anyway.

There were a million possibilities in that horizon. He could point the van and just drive until he ran out of gas, start over as whoever and whatever he wanted to be. It made him feel small, insignificant, but not in a way that made him feel bad. It was comforting, knowing that there were stil places he could go where people wouldn't think of dead teenagers as soon as they heard his name. He just had to get up and do it.

And he would. Someday. Eventually.

Still, as beautiful and comforting as the horizon was, the sound of paper, of a tape dispenser, the crinkling of plastic, it was definitely harder than usual to keep his eyes locked there and not behind him.

"C'mon, Harrington. How much longer is this gonna take?"

"I'm almost finished— Eddie I told you, do not turn around!" Steve said. "I tried to do this before I woke you up but your van was locked. Now just— be patient."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of his sneaker.

There was the flicking of a lighter that washed the van in Eddie's peripheral vision a soft orange color. "Okay, look."

Eddie turned around with a smartass remark ready, but it died on his tongue.

There were streamers taped to the walls of the van, and there were plastic champagne flutes sitting next to a cake that had something nearly illeligable written on it. And there was Steve, smiling almost shyly as he picked the cake up, showing the candles he'd lit around one edge of the cake. Candlelight flickered over his face, danced in his eyes, and Eddie felt his breath catch in his chest.

"Happy… what?" he asked, when he managed to talk again.

"Anniversary," Steve said, flushing. "Sorry, it said happy birthday and I had to wipe that off, but then I had a hard time trying to write over it. But— you should blow the candles out before your cake gets coated in wax."

Eddie leaned in and blew the candles out, turning the van dark again. "Hold on." He dug in the crate he'd learned to keep full of shit that would come in handy in an emergency and came away with an "A-ha!" before turning the little lantern on. It filled the van with gentle orange light again. It didn't dance the way the candlelight had, but Eddie was still struck once more by how beautiful Steve was.

It didn't last for long, because it occurred to him that he wasn't sure what exactly they were celebrating.

"So… what… anniversary is this?" he asked.

Steve huffed out a laugh and passed over a plastic fork. "You don't remember?"

"Shit, no. I'm not good with— any of those things." Eddie ran a hand over the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, man, it's— I'll try to remember next time."

"Eddie, it's okay. It's… it's your anniversary." Steve picked wax drips off of the cake, avoiding Eddie's eyes. "You woke up a year ago today."

Eddie was quiet for a long moment. He could only watch Steve, until he noticed more pink flood into Steve's cheeks as the other boy looked up at him again. "I did?" he asked finally. "You… you remember?"

"They thought you might never wake up," Steve said, shaking his head. "Jesus, man. I spent so long at your bedside. We— we all did, just… begging you to wake up. Then… you did." He flicked a piece of wax onto the store bag he'd pulled the cake out of. "Of course I remember." He shrugged one shoulder, and Eddie all but heard the, "how could I not?" that he didn't say out loud.

Of course Steve had remembered. Steve, who had spent so many hours, so many days sitting beside Eddie's bed. Eddie didn't remember any of it, but he did remember the first face he saw when he woke up. He remembered Steve, slumped down in the uncomfortable hospital chair, his legs hanging over the arm of it. He'd been dozing lightly, at at the smallest movement from Eddie he'd been up and beside Eddie's bed, grabbing his hand and ringing for the nurses.

Steve's relief had been palpable. He'd looked the way Eddie had felt. He still looked that way sometimes, when Eddie caught him not watching whatever movie they had on. It was like Steve could hardly believe that Eddie was there, like he might've been lost if Eddie hadn't survived.

Eddie watched the way the lamplight played on Steve's face, casting part of it in shadow. Somehow he hadn't just survived, but he'd found this beautiful boy who liked spending time with him, who listened to him talk about D&D and music. Steve remembered, too— or tried to. After all of the thumps to the head, some of the details slipped away sometimes. But Eddie could see how hard he tried.

Steve made Eddie want to try, too. Made Eddie want to learn about sports even after all the shit he'd said about them in high school, just so he could chime in when Steve and Wayne were watching the game together. He liked the way Steve smiled when he noticed Eddie listening to him, too. He wanted Steve to always smile like that.

He wanted to be the one to make Steve smile like that.

Not for the first time, Eddie found himself wanting to kiss Steve Harrington.

Only this time, for the first time, he actually did.

Their first kiss tasted like chocolate cake and champagne and Eddie never wanted it to end. Even so, it didn't last long.

When Steve pulled back he looked surprised, but he was smiling. "What was that for?"

"Something else for us to remember when this rolls around again next year," Eddie said.

Steve's smile softened, and Eddie felt his heart skip a beat in his chest. "I like the sound of that," he said. "Maybe we should keep practicing, to have something even better to remember next year."

Eddie laughed, but when Steve leaned in again, he was happy to meet in the middle.

[mattslolita]

moonlight - c. sturniolo

warnings : drug use ( weed ) , dom!chris , creampie , fingering

do not interact if you're a minor!

"i just wanna get high with my lover."

you were sitting around in your house with your best friends, trying to actively find something to do — it was later at night, and it seemed like everyone was becoming bored of just sitting around.

madi and nick were giggling about tiktoks they were watching, whilst matt scrolled through his own phone silently; you had your legs on top of chris's lap, your head thrown back as you blew out a breath whilst he also scrolled through his phone.

an idea suddenly hit you, causing you to jolt upright with a grin, gauging the attention of your friends as their heads snapped up.

"you guys wanna get high?"

you looked to each of them as their faces contorted into different expressions, raising your eyebrows at them.

"i'm down," madi shrugged, nick nodding in agreement.

"i never got high before," matt admits, but he shrugs too, "but i guess it's never too late to learn."

"i'm down too," chris agrees, a grin on his lips, causing you to grin as you run upstairs to your room.

you smoked more than your friends did, that was for sure — you knew chris didn't, and you weren't sure if madi or nick ever did it. you were willing to teach them and be their guide through their first time trying it, though.

you grabbed two joints from your dresser drawer along with a lighter, closing it quickly to make sure that it was closed off. you hurried back downstairs, seeing everyone still slightly scattered about as they waited for you.

"okay, i got two in case we go through the first one and we're feeling silly or whatever," you say, going to sit back down in your spot next to chris.

you set one joint down on the table and held up the other one — putting it to your lips, you light the other end and inhale, closing your eyes momentarily before taking it away from your lips and exhaling, blowing the smoke in front of you.

you grinned as you passed it first to matt, who took it — he glanced at you momentarily, and you gave him an encouraging nod. "just inhale, then exhale. remember matty, it's no pressure, okay?"

matt nods, then he brings the joint to his lips, inhales then exhales, immediately a few coughs following after.

"there you go, get it then!" you laugh, patting his back as he covered his mouth, also trying to cover his laugh.

matt then passed it to madi and nick who inhaled and coughed the same, causing everyone to burst out laughing — then the joint is passed to chris finally, the sturniolo boy holding it up to his lips and inhaling, then blowing the smoke in in your face, prompting you to giggle.

pretty soon, everyone was lit as fuck — matt, nick, and madi were desperately trying to warm up some pizza while dying of laughter at failing miserably, and you and chris were in the living room whilst music was playing, and you both were dancing.

"ay, ay, okay chris!" you laughed, as don't tell em by jeremih was playing.

chris had his hands on your hips while the both of you swayed back and forth, laughing as you both kept trying to steady each other — this wasn't unusual for this to happen between you both, because everyone knew how physical with each other.

even still though, you were horny as shit now, and chris didn't help matters with the way he was holding onto your waist. the song switched to want her by mustard & quavo, causing you to gasp slightly as you moved chris's hands from around your waist and began to put your hands on your knees and move your butt up and down, not caring that he was watching you.

"okayy, y/n!" madi called from the kitchen, giggling as she saw you twerking, "fuck it up!"

you laughed as you got back up and turned around, seeing chris's shocked expression and causing you to giggle as you reached for the second joint and walked up to chris.

"you wanna finish this in the bathroom?" chris grins at you, his eyes red and clouded with a look you couldn't quite place.

"bro, yes," you giggle, grabbing onto his hand.

you led him towards the downstairs bathroom of the house, walking inside and leaning against the sink and chris was quick to close the door behind you both, locking it in the process. he turned and grinned at you, walking up to you as you leaned back against the sink.

"you learned that fast," you giggle to chris, as he takes the joint from your fingers and takes a hit, blowing the smoke in your face.

"you know what this shit has me feeling like right now?" chris says, parting your legs with his, putting one hand on the sink behind you as he looks down at you with hooded eyelids.

"how do you feel right now?" you asked him, the undeniable heat between your legs causing your knees to almost buckle as he's still looking at you.

"horny as fuck."

he grins at you, putting the joint up to your lips as you take a hit, blowing the smoke in his face — you giggle again, biting your lip as chris puts his hand on your waist and caresses your sides slowly.

"what do you wanna do about it, then?" you ask him innocently, sliding your hand down to his clothed cock, running your hand over it.

he groans at the contact, setting the joint on the sink and grabbing your waist to turn you around — your now facing yourself in the mirror, but your eyes immediately are drawn to his lust filled gaze, as he runs his hands along your sides again, grinning at you. "you gonna let me fuck you from behind?"

"please do it."

without wasting any time, chris's lips immediately attach themselves to your neck, sucking down harshly on your sweet spot as you throw your head back in response, your hand going to tug on his hair slightly as a small moan escapes your lips.

his hands grab your hips and harshly pull you back towards him, making you feel his hard on as he continues leaving a trail of kisses up and down your neck.

"you see how hard you made me, baby?" chris whispers in your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe, "dancing all like that and shit."

"fuck chris, just fuck me already," you whine, pressing your ass against him harder, trying to relieve the feeling between your legs.

"i need you to take these off for me, mamas," chris orders and you oblige, sliding your pants off which leaves you in your lace panties.

chris's hand immediately goes down to cup your pussy, feeling the wetness which causes a smug grin to be plastered on his face as he smirks at you in the mirror. "look at you, already so wet and i haven't done anything yet."

"how bout you shut that pretty mouth chris, and do something?" you challenge with a smirk of your own, which causes chris to chuckle.

his eyes are now blown wide as he nearly tears your panties off of you, rubbing his finger against your slick folds — a low moan escapes your throat as you look at him in the mirror, your free hand going up to pinch your nipples. his lips reattach to your neck again, prompting you to throw your head back once more at the contact.

"no teasing!" you whine to him, and he smirks at you.

without warning, chris shoved his finger inside of you, causing a gasp to escape your lips as he pumps it in and out of you. "fuck chris, just like that!"

"you like when i touch you like this, baby?" chris whispers in your ear again, sucking on the sweet spot of your neck while his fingers goes to work inside you.

"y-yes, don't stop please," you whine out, bucking your hips up to match the pace of his finger.

he adds another inside of you now, increasing the pleasure you're experiencing as he pumps them in and out of you at a fast pace — his hand comes up to knead and pinch your other boob from under your shirt, and you can feel his hard on begging to be released at this point.

"f-fuck chris, i'm so close!" you moan out.

suddenly his movements inside of you cease as he takes his fingers out of you, which causes you to furrow your eyebrows at him frustratedly. "why did you stop?"

"cause you're gonna cum on this cock," chris grins, licking his fingers clean.

he quickly gets out of his pants and releases his cock from the confinements of his boxers, letting it slap against his stomach as the tip was already dripping with precum — you moaned at the sight of seeing how big he was, as he stroked himself before aligning with your entrance, while you gripped the sink.

he grabs your waist harshly as he strokes your wet pussy a few times, making you moan. "no teasing, fuck!"

"whatever you say, ma," chris grins.

he slams his cock into your throbbing cunt, eliciting a loud moan from you as you throw your head back — he lets out a loud groan, beginning to thrust himself in and out of you.

"no baby, i want you to look at yourself when i'm fucking you," chris growls, his hand reaching up to tug your hair forcing you to look in the mirror.

your pupils are dilated and your mouth is parted open as you watching chris thrust in and out of you harshly, abusing your cunt with the way he sped up his pace — moans and slapping of skin could be heard in the bathroom and you were sure your friends could hear you guys at this point, but you didn't care as the only thing on your mind was how fucking good chris was making you feel.

his finger came to rub circles on your clit which added to the immense pleasure you felt, causing loud moans to fall from your lips.

"oh my fuck chris, don't stop!" you cried out, as he pumped in and out of you.

"fuck, such a tight pussy," he growls, looking at your fucked out face in the mirror, "such a pretty girl, taking my cock the way you do."

"i'm so close, baby," you whine out, gripping onto the sink tightly, "fuck!"

"c'mon ma, cum for me," chris rasps, his own breathing becoming ragged as he continuously fucks into you from behind, "i'm gonna cum too."

you didn't need to be told twice — your hips shook as the tight feeling in your stomach emerged, the knot forming. you ultimately shuddered and moaned out chris's name as you let go on his cock, your juices spreading all over him.

"fuck, y/n," chris groaned deeply, as his own legs shook.

his thrusts became sloppier as he left kisses on your shoulder, and he moaned your name as he painted your insides with his own release. he continued his sloppy thrusts as you both rode out your high, until he finally pulled out.

the both of you caught your breath as you let your head fall and he stepped away from you, muttering curses under his breath.

"damn ma, i didn't know getting high would've came to this," chris said, reaching for a spare towel and handing it to you with a grin, "we should get high more often."

you giggled, accepting the towel as you cleaned yourself up, while chris reached for the joint again. "bro, i can barely fucking stand."

you both laughed as you both finished cleaning yourselves up — chris unlocked the bathroom door and as you attempted to walk out, your knees buckled causing you both to giggle as chris's arm immediately went around your waist to steady.

still a giggling mess, you both stumbled out to the living room again, seeing the shocked faces of your best friends.

"oh my fucking gosh!" nick said, pointing at the both of you, "you were loud as fuck!"

you and chris looked at each other — then on sync, you bursted out into laughter, nearly falling into each other as your friends continued staring at you both like you were crazy.

merry christmas my horny babies ! my fault y'all didn't see chris under your tree, he was in bed with me💋💌 .

[gojoacedia]

When you first heard of this mysterious villain named Dabi with flames more powerful than Enji’s, it was hard not to connect the dots. You thought about Touya almost every day, years later. If Dabi was in the League of Villains, they might still be targeting UA. It was not unlike you to pull strings when it came to the hero scene, and the wild wild pussycats just so happened to slip that UA would be training on their land. You naturally volunteered to train with them.

Training high schoolers was no easy feat, especially when you’re addicted to drugs. It was the second night of camp, during the courage test, when you decided to sneak out for a quick cigarette and joint. No one would notice you were gone. You just needed to sneak out far enough so no one would smell anything.

The high schoolers were loud enough that you felt comfortable trudging through the forest relatively loudly. Once you found a nice open clearing you finally brought out your two treats. You put them both in your mouth to hold as you searched frantically for your lighter.

“Need a light?” Your head snapped up at the voice coming from the forest. Then you saw his figure appear. He was so much taller than when you last saw him. His skin was stapled together and his hair was dyed black. But when you got closer there were no more doubts in your head. The way he smelled was still the same. The way his eyes looked never changed.

“Touya?” You whispered when you got close enough, taking the joint and cigarette out of your mouth and completely invading his personal space to look at his eyes. His eyes looked shocked but his face remained stoic. Then you saw blood seeping from the staples under his eyes.

“Hi doll,” was the only thing he said, wiping the blood from his cheek with his thumb. With his other hand, he took the cigarette and joint from you. “If you’re just gonna stare at me and not smoke these I would be happy to take over,” he said while lighting the cigarette first with his flames. His fire was a shade of orange, probably colder than his usual flames so he didn't incinerate the tobacco before he could smoke it. He took a few puffs, blowing the smoke to the side of you so he could still see your face.

You couldn’t help the tears that were flowing down your cheeks. You quickly wiped them away before snatching your cigarette from him and hitting it yourself. He began to light the joint next. Once he got it lit you snatched that too from him. He tried to grab it back.

“You don’t get to smoke my bullshit before apologizing to me,” you hissed at him, alternating between the cig and the joint so neither went out. His face turned sour. “What the fuck do you want me to apologize for? Dying? Being in a coma for three years?” He got closer and closer to you and you continued to back up, eventually running into a tree and getting cornered. The joint and the cig were long out and tears started to run down your face.

“I-I didn’t know Touya I thought you left me, I needed you so bad Touya,” your crying turned into sobbing. “You have no idea what you did to me,” you sobbed, and although you were unable to see very well through your tears, you could see more red stains on his cheeks. He always was a crybaby. Touya grabbed you from off of the tree you were up against and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His fingers tangled in your hair, his smell, and his body heat were enough to calm you immediately.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair after kissing the crown of your head.

[igotanidea]

Is this what happiness feels like? - AK!Jason Todd x reader

previously: Walk down memory lane

A/N: sorry for spellings and other errors! I was in a bit of a rush, I'll fix them later, enjoy!

***

He could still feel her soft skin under his fingertips.

Her silky strand of hair tickling the palm of his hand.

The smell of her blood, slowly dripping down her arm, when he found her half-unconscious leaning on the wall.

And it did make him angry.

Furious.

Burning with rage.

But not exactly because she actually tried to kill herself, though that too. The reason behind Jason clenching his fists and getting rougher towards his militia was because that sight, that behaviour, unlocked something in him.

Feelings.

Long forgotten, suppressed or never existing at all.

Fear.

Vulnerability.

Lo—

No!

He was Arkham Knight. Ruthless. Brutal. Cruel. Meticulous. Focused on his plan.

And not on the girl, who was slowly warming up her way into his heart, which she, in fact, never left in the first place.

Y/N.

A dirty secret he was fighting against.

A secret that he was trying so hard to keep from everyone.

Shielding himself, focusing only on the most primal instincts when it came to her. Just sex, just release, nothing more.

“FUCK!” he yelled throwing his helmet on the wall, causing a little dent in it. Fucking great. Now Y/N was not only a reason behind the crack in his mental armour, but also in the real one.

So there was only one way to save himself from this sinking ship.

He had to get rid of her and he had to do it swiftly and quietly.

The wheels in his brain turning, forming a plan, while his gaze was sliding against the weapons stacked in the storage.

***

“Where are you taking me?!” she cried out, being dragged through the dark, cold and empty corridors of Arkham Asylum, almost having her arm twisted off the joint.

“Shut that pretty mouth unless you want to lose your tongue!” he yelled, tightening the grip on her and picking up the pace significantly, so she almost had to run after him.

“Jason please, I just-"

“I SAID SHUT UP!” he yelled turning to face her, even the lights on his helmet in the place where eyes were demanding obedience. The atmosphere quickly shifted tense and threatening. “Will you be a good girl for me?”

She nodded.

“Great.” He grabbed her shoulder so hard she could already feel the bruises forming, leading her to the rooftop of the facility.

Was he going to push her down?

Was he going to kill her? Shoot her? Left her to bleed here to death?

Hurt her?

Abuse her sexually?

Jason swiftly kicked the doors open, the cold wind hitting her face and tangling her hair. At this point she could almost imagine herself on the pavement, three floors down in the form of a wet, bloody pulp on the pavement.

“No…” her words turned into the stuttering as Jason pushed her further onto the roof. “No Jason, please—please don’t—”

“I told you to be quiet!”

“Please!”

“Shut up Y/N!” Jason tore the helmet from his head, giving her the most stern expression, his hair wild, his eyes reflecting madness. “Do not push my hand here!”

“ P-push….?”

“It’s all your fucking fault!”

“M-my fault? Wh-what did I do?”

“You little slut.” Jason hissed, grabbing her by the throat and holding her against the edge of the thin rooftop barrier. Her back pressing into the cold metal with the realisation that his rough hold were the only thing keeping her from falling down and – inevitably – dying. “you want to end up down there!?”

“NO!” she wheezed, frozen, her wide eyes searching his face, not sure whether to struggle and risk being pushed down or withstand with the bruising twist of her skin and bargain for her life.

“Cause that is what you fucking deserve!” he yelled pressing her more into the barrier, so hard she could feel the metal bend dangerously.

She was going to die, that was sure now.

Already saying goodbye to her life, closing eyes, allowing few quiet tears to roll down her cheeks.

She was falling, the cold wind whistling in her ears, the asylum building becoming more of a blur the closer to the ground she was…..

“FUCK!”

Sudden unexpected curse threw her out of her imagination.

And then the grip loosened and she was pulled back onto the stable ground and away from the railing.

At the realisation that she was never pushed and there was no risk of crashing and turning into a pile of shattered bones, Y/N fell onto her knees, sobbing desperately, gasping for air, gripping her neck, spiralling into a belated panic attack.  Ironically, when the threat on Jason’s part seemed to pass, her heart started to beat out of her chest, loud and fast, causing pain in her chest, making her believe she would have a stroke right that instance.

And while she was shaking, hurting her knees on the rough concrete floor, clutching herself in poor attempt of grounding in reality, Jason could not even face her, turned to the city skyline, his gaze piercing through the Gotham night.

He couldn’t bring himself to move, to look at her, to even be close to her.

Leaving her to cry her heart out.

Unmoved. Cold. Distant. Keeping the pose of the brutal predator.

“Whatever I did to you—” she started, slowly and shakily raising on her knees, sniffling, fighting to keep the rest of her dignity.

“SHUT UP!” he yelled clenching his fists and spinning around to face her. ‘CAN’T YOU SEE I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!?”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU LET ME FALL!?” gathering all her strength and bravery she spat back at the top of her lungs, the sudden outburst taking them both by surprise, immediately followed by fire in Jason’s gaze on her.

Y/n escaped the clutches of death only to fall right back into its arms.

She closed her eyes again feeling tight grip on her body, ready to succumb to the suffocating….

It never came.

She opened her eyes, feeling the soft and almost tender embrace. As if the person giving that hug has long forgotten how.

“Jason?” her voice faltered a little.

“Just let me—” he whispered back, pulling her closer, a little unskillfully, but devoutly. “just let me—”

Her body relaxed immediately, hearing that soft murmur.

The murmur that did not belong to the Arkham Knight, but to her Jason.

***

It’s been so long.

So long since he got this close to another human being.

So long since the last time he felt her in his arms with no need to use her, but with deeply rooted need for connection.

“Y/N.” he whispered, against her hair.

“Jason…” she muttered, pressing face into his chest, hugging back the monster he was.  Not running away, screaming despite everything he did to her. Not pushing him away in retaliation for the pain he caused her and the abuse he subjected her to.

Hugging him back.

Letting him feel like he was safe in her arms. Like he could be a human again. Putting his demons to sleep in the most distant corner of his mind and bringing out the light.

A little of it, at least.

And it was terrifying.

Messing up with his head, bringing out the conflict of two parts of him.

Jason Todd and Arkham Knight.

***

She wasn’t using words to fill the silence. 

For now, what they both needed was a moment in each other’s arms, and even if that might be causing them dozens of difficult questions  later-

It was worth the risk, cause just for that one moment - they were happy. 

Or so it felt like...

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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[archangeldyke-all]

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men and minors dni

you sigh happily, reaching across the center console to start scratching at sevika's scalp. she hums, melting against her chair and smiling as her eyes droop closed.

you just had a nice little date night at a local mexican place both of you've been dying to try out. the food was delicious, almost as good as the frozen drinks.

now, you're in your little spot, listening to the rain pitter-patter all around sevika's car as you pass a joint back and forth. the windows are cracked, but only barely, so the whole car is filled with smoke and steam.

"this might be our best date night yet." you mumble around the joint in your mouth. sevika cracks her eye open to smile at you.

"you're kinda easy if some tacos and weed is all it takes, babe." she mumbles. you gasp in faux-offense, and pull your hand away from her scalp.

"sevika! rude! there were drinks involved too!" you defend yourself. she bursts into laughter, then snatches the joint from your lips to take her own hit.

"you really think this is our best one? what about that picnic we went on?" she asks. you hum, considering it.

"it was so hot that day. i was all sweaty and gross." you stick your tongue out in disgust. sevika chuckles. "plus, we couldn't fuck in the park, it was so crowded."

sevika snorts. "remember when those kids almost caught you tryna shove your hands down my pants?" she teases. you groan, mortified at the reminder. "you looked so stupid!" she giggled.

the second you had seen the kids you panicked, and pretended that there was a bug on sevika's crotch that you had been trying to shoo away from her. you quickly pivoted from feeling her up to smacking her clothed crotch and screaming 'there's a bug! there's a bug!'

"ugh, shut up!" you groan, smacking your girlfriend across the car where she cackles. sevika catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. you huff.

"i love you, dumbass." she chuckles. you smile shyly at her.

"love you too, asshole." you mumble. she grins.

"you know, we haven't fucked on this date yet." she says. you giggle.

"we should change that."

sevika laughs, then nods toward the backseat of her car. "shall we?" she asks.

you burst into giggles and then start clambering into the back seat. sevika laughs and smacks your ass as you crawl past her, and you squeal and flail against the back seat. she chuckles as she crawls back after you.

with a few awkward fumbles and some grunts, you and sevika manage to collapse the backseat so it's flat with the trunk, giving you guys space to spread out. sevika's too big to fit in the backseat-- she's gotten way too many cramps and pains from trying to shove herself in the backseat after you in the past.

you've learned from your mistakes, and now you guys always take the time to spread out. it's nice. now, sevika always carries a few blankets and pillows around in the trunk for these moments. you watch as she spreads one out over the surface, then holds an arm out for you. "m'lady." she giggles as she helps you crawl on the blanket. you snort.

sevika lays you down, presses a kiss to your lips, and holds her finger up. "where're you goin'?" you whine as sevika reaches back up to the front seat. she chuckles at your neediness, and you hear the click of the car locks. "oh." you mumble, slightly embarrased. she giggles, then turns back around with a blunt between her lips, flicking a lighter. you laugh. "where'd you even get that!?"

"c'mon babe, you know me. i got stashes everywhere." she laughs as she takes the first puff, then passes it down to you. you take a deep breath, moaning a bit when you realize sevika's bought your favorite wrap flavor.

"'s like candy." you grin as you exhale. sevika takes the blunt from your hands, takes a quick hit, then swoops down to kiss you. you moan against her lips.

you guys get lost in each other. the pitterpatter of the rain outside, the hazy atmosphere of the car, the addictive feeling of her lips on yours-- it isn't until you smell burning that you both pull away with a gasp and start smacking the blanket beneath you where the cherry of sevika's blunt had fallen and started a tiny fire.

"shit!" sevika curses as she giggles and smacks the blanket. "shit. sorry baby." she basfully looks back up at you. you giggle.

"thank fuck you noticed. no more making out while smoking." you decide, for the fifth time this month. sevika nods.

"here." she says, passing you the blunt. "take care of this for me." she whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips. you take a hit, sighing as sevika starts trailing kisses down your chest. she pushes your shirt up under your armpits, quickly unfastening your bra and pushing it up along with it. you giggle as she starts nipping at your tits, and she smirks up at you. "make sure you don't start a fire with that thing, baby." she mumbles.

it's all the warning you get before she's pushing your miniskirt up your hips and your panties to the side, ducking between your legs to shove her nose right against your cunt and take a deep inhale.

you squeak. "sev!" sevika pulls away with a grin.

"you smell so fuckin' good. god, wish i could just keep my face buried in your cunt all the time. need a perfume of it or something." she mumbles. you giggle, flicking her forehead.

"gross." you laugh. she nips your thigh.

"you're the one who sucks my fingers after i finger myself." she mumbles.

"well! that's 'cause i got the long nails 'n i can't do it myself!" you whine.

sevika licks a stripe up your cunt, and you squeak. the blunt ashes a bit, and you carefully take another hit, sure to hold the cherry over the cupholder instead of the blanket when you pull your hand away. "'m gonna eat you out, then take you home 'n sit on your face." she mumbles.

you nod. then blink in confusion. "wait, why do we have to go home?"

"i'm not hunching over in this tiny ass car, babe."

"just lemme eat you out like this!" you laugh, pointing at the position she's got you in now. she huffs.

"nah. i wanna fuck up all the makeup on that pretty face of yours all myself." she mumbles. the words make you shiver, and you shove your free hand into her hair, pulling her toward your cunt. she chuckles against you for a second, the vibrations making you crazy, and then she gets to work.

when she's sober, sevika eats you out with the single-minded focus of getting you to cum as hard as you can. but when she's high, you think she's in it more for her own pleasure than yours.

she takes her time, licking, sucking, sniffing, nibbling-- she giggles sweetly at each of your reactions and mumbled curses.

the way she moans against you is the same way she hums happily when she's snacking while she's got the munchies. it makes you giggle a bit.

you take another hit and sigh. "i love you, baby." you mumble. sevika shoves her tongue up your cunt as far as she can in response, and you gasp and moan, shivering against the blankets. "fuck, keep doin' that." you whine.

she growls in response. you can feel her drool and your cum pooling under your ass, and even though the car is dark, when she comes up for air you can see the slick shine of your cum covering half of her face. she dives back down with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, panting like a dog. she's so hot you don't know what to do with yourself.

"sevika-- i'm close." you whine. she pulls up, and makes grabby hands for a hit of the blunt. you scoff. "now!?" you ask. she giggles and plucks the blunt out of your finger, takes a hit, and passes it back to you.

"open." she chokes out. you quickly follow her instructions, parting your lips and inhaling as she leans over you, exhaling against your mouth. you sigh the smoke out of your lungs, grin up at her, then giggle when she bites your bottom lip. "okay." she whispers, seemingly satisfied, as she darts back down between your legs.

she picks up right back where she left off, and you're even closer than you were before. "fuck, fuck, fuck." you whimper as you start grinding against her lips. you can feel the curl of her smile pressed against you. "sevika, fuck!" you cry.

she groans as you cum all over her face, licking you up tenderly as you shake through your aftershocks, then sits up with a proud, happy smile when she's done. you giggle.

"so?" she asks. you blink.

"what?" you ask. she chuckles.

"how's this date compare to the others now that you got your rocks off?" she asks. you burst into giggles, pulling her down for a kiss.

"best we've had yet, baby." you mumble.

sevika grins. then, "how long until you're gonna be able to crawl to the front seat so i can take you home and fuck your face?"

you burst into giggles and take a long drag off the blunt, blowing the smoke in her smirking face as your response.

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[luvulyy]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍.

𝖹𝖴𝖪𝖮 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SMOKING WEED

The feeling of Zuko's feet and legs tangled up in yours was the best sensation you had ever experienced.

Though that might be the weed speaking. You didn't think you would have believed he was this close to you if you both were sober.

The others were camped up in the far end of the Air Nomad temple. It was a bright night, the moon high in the sky was your only company as the embers of your campfire spluttered. When Zuko had emerged to the part of the ruins you often occupied on sleepless nice you'd quickly known what he was seeking.

A reprieve from silent four walls. A comfort only your company could give him. Plus it didnt hurt that he knew exactly how you tended to spend evenings like this, lazily smoking and admiring the stars.

There had been little words exchanged as Zuko joined your place sitting against the ruined walls, there wasn't any need to. Maybe you were afraid it would break the moment, silent and serene as the night chill swirled around you.

The closest you got to speaking was Zuko's nod of gratitude when you first offered him the joint.

The silence was short lived however, shattered when Zuko's body began to shake with the force of coughing. You instinctively began to rub his back, ignoring how much you enjoyed the sensation. It came far too casually, the urge to just continuously stroke your hand up and down his back.

As the coughs eased Zuko spluttered into his fist. 'Fuck, how can you stand that shit. My throat burns.'

You chuckled lowly, still not removing your hand. 'Mad talk from the firebender.'

Zuko tsked under his breath and finally passed it back, not meeting your eyes. You pulled deeply, enjoying the warm sensation that travelled through your body. You let your head lull back against the cold bricks, eyes lazily drawn to Zuko.

They always were, high or not. Not that you'd ever consider acting on your feelings.

Still, that didn't stop you when you finally moved your hand, instead travelling up to throw an arm across his shoulders. You pulled him into your side gently, only offering 'It's cold and you're hot, don't blame me' as explanation.

You ignored the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, and feigned ignorance when Zuko snuggled in the slightest amount.

As you returned the joint to him your eyes met and electricity flushed down your spine. It was impossible not to drown in his amber eyes, they were all you could see. They almost seemed to sparkle, rivalling the celestial view framing him. The slight red tinging his waterline complimented his usual colour scheme.

He was even more adorable than usual like this, relaxing into the high and your touch. Seeing him not entirely strung for once was nice. Endearing.

With another hit Zuko relaxed even further, melting into your side. As his head resting softly began against you you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat.

You could feel the line between you starting to blur. It was nothing new, there were times during the day you contemplated it. Times he looked at you with an indecipherable expression. With something you hoped was the affection you were also harbouring deep down.

You watched as Zuko went for a second pull and didn't get stop him. Maybe you were a little biased. Something you instantly regretted as he was hit with yet another wave of coughing. The two of you had no choice but to wait it out, silent until he stifled them to an occasional occurrence.

Zuko's eyes fell to you, tracing your face in true out of it fashion. 'How do you do this without dying? It's actually so unfair. Favouritism.'

You snorted in what you were sure was an attractive manner. Then paused as an idea came to you.

'Here, how bout we try something, might help you with the coughing.' You offered, face slack as to not give anything away.

The future fire lord simply raised an eyebrow sceptically. 'When has an idea of yours ever done us good?'

'You trust me?' You shot back, feeling emboldened by the high and atmosphere.

Zuko still looked unsure but nodded.

You tried to swallow your anxieties. This could either go very good or very wrong.

You inhaled deeply, eyes not leaving his. Then gestured for him to come closer, which he wordlessly obeyed. You turned your head, he was now so much closer than you'd expected. You drank in every beautiful detail of his face, so soft yet handsome in every way.

'Open?' You whispered lowly, holding the smoke in your lungs. Zuko's eyes widened slightly as he caught on, but he still did as told. You inched slightly closer, lips almost touching, then gently exhaled the puff into his mouth.

Zuko mimicked your deep breath in and blinked cutely when the inevitable wave of coughing never came. He seemed at a loss for words.

'That alright?' You pressed, body tense in anticipation. You really had no idea how he would react.

Yet all you got was a shrug as the firebender resumed his position using you as support. 'I'm not coughing my guts up, which is a start. What was that anyway?'

'Shotgunning.' You replied simply, playing it off as something casual and definitely didn't make your heart beat faster. You took another pull just to distract yourself, occupy your mind with something other than replaying the tantalising memory of his lips right next to yours.

You sat in silence for a minute, enjoying the ease his presence brought you. The fire crackled lazily but you made no motion to tend to it, instead Zuko lazily flicked his wrist and it roured back to life. You were admiring the flames dance when he spoke.

'Can we do it again?'

You froze like a deer in headlights. The courage you'd mustered earlier was nowhere to be found. But the buzz at the edge of your senses eased you. And the pink lingering on his cheeks was equally encouraging.

'If you're sure...' You offered softly, leaving things to Zuko. You didnt want to pressure him, didnt want to leave any chance of misreading where things were going.

Zuko shifted so his face was opposite yours again, eyes perfectly focused on yours. He shifted slightly so his forehead was pressing gently against yours. It was so gentle and intimate it took everything you had to resist holding him.

'I'm sure.' He whispered back, and the crystal clear question in his eyes left nothing unanswered.

You took another pull, and returned your lips to a hair's breath away from his. Pausing for a second to enjoy the moment, the warmth radiating from his presence, his closeness.

Then you exhaled. You moved impossibly closer to aim for his mouth, at the same time he raised his head to meet yours.

And somewhere along the way his lips found yours.

They were just as soft as you'd imagined, pressing against you with adorable shyness yet eager. Your breaths mingled and smoke danced between you. He tasted of weed and cold night air and it was the best thing you'd ever tasted. It was addictive, better than any drug.

As Zuko's grip found your collar and pulled you impossibly closer, you got a feeling that the shotgunning wasn't going to be a one time thing. Or the kissing.

[jamiesfootball]

“Roy?”

“Hm?”

“I don't want you to die before me.”

“The fuck?” Roy jerks right out of his half-slumber. He tries to sit up, but Jamie flexes his calves and traps Roy back down against the sofa. With a pillow stuffed against his chest in a death grip he looks pathetic, like someone's just told him his favourite puppy needs to be put down.

Roy huffs. “I’m not dying.”

“I know,” Jamie says sincerely. “But you’d tell me if you were, right?”

Roy rolls his eyes.

“Roy,” Jamie insists, and God help them both, but there’s real stress in his voice.

Roy pats one of the calves holding him down. “Yes. I’d fucking tell you. You’d probably be the first to know beside my sister.”

The muppet nods, at least not arguing with his being placed behind Sarah. Roy has a brief moment of deluding himself that that’s it for Jamie’s tangent into mortality logistics, before the prick adds with all the subtly of a hammer, “You’re almost fifty.”

Fuck.

The sigh that escapes isn’t entirely free of weight. His age isn't something Roy can ignore these days, not with how his body has started to hold him back more and more. Sure, he’s still fit. He’s able to do 5ks for charities without much effort, but not without restraining himself down to a steady job. His heart's in fine shape, a history of strict nutrition guidelines has left him with a habit of eating well. As far as his doctors are concerned, he’s fit as a whistle, with no pressing concerns that should keep him up at night.

But he feels old now, in a way he didn’t even five short years ago. When he looks around, the signs of his age reflect back. His hair isn’t as thick as it used to be, still thicker than most but he can feel the difference when he washes up at night. His skin’s lost some of its elasticity, a paper-like consistency creeping in around his joints. Strangers have started to hold doors open for him when he's out on his own. More than a few times now, he’s been asked by a fresh-faced juvenile if he qualifies for a senior discount.

It's not just him either. His niece is almost an adult, long weedy limbs beginning to steady into a permanent shape. She's looking at universities, her exacting list of demands narrowed down to an aggressive handful of final round picks. His little sister’s hair has gone grey, streaked and wild. It's been years since Roy's needed to step in to cover a last minute emergency. Sarah's become a hit on the lecture circuit, and years of extra shifts have given her a cushion of stability that she can rely on outside of her brother.

And Jamie, sulking at the other end of the couch, has crows feet the flutter from the corners of his eyes whenever he smiles. He’s not smiling now, but Roy can still make out the faint outline of them below the skin. The sight of them has become a familiar ache; when they first met, Roy already had those.

Somehow, Jamie’s still not the age that Roy was when they first met.

At some point he’s gone from patting the calf under his hand to holding it close, warm and heavy and familiar from hundreds of evenings spent watching the highlight reels on Sky Sports.

He gives it a quick squeeze. “Let me up.”

Jamie swings his legs off of his chest. Then he shimmies around, and before Roy can complain, he crawls over to collapse against Roy’s side. Roy lets his arm drop around his shoulder, holding him close with an ease that’s taken years to weave under his skin.

He wouldn’t trade it, not even for youth. Not even for more time.

“You realise it’s not fair the other way around, right? Me watching you die before me.” Awful, the way his throat goes thick at the mere thought. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere any time soon. Short of being hit by a bus, you’re stuck with me.”

Jamie exhales. He’s tense, and without thinking Roy rubs his arm.

“Not saying I wanna die any time soon either. I’m just saying, it’s shit you’re likely to kick the bucket first.” His forehead digs into the bone of Roy’s shoulder. “Don’t know what I’d-“

He cuts himself off, sucking in a breath.

While he tries to compose himself, Roy does the same. Still sounds rough to his own ears when he points out, “This conversation sucks.”

Jamie snorts, a little wet and more than a bit thick. “Your fault, you grumpy old bastard. What were you thinking, being born fifteen years sooner than me like that?”

“Probably that someone had to be ready to look out for your sorry arse when you showed up.”

Jamie wriggles, his arms snaking their way around- one between Roy’s back and the cushions, the other curled over his front like a safety belt, until they meet around the other side, one lapped over the other.

“Yeah,” says Jamie softly. He hugs Roy like if he holds on tight enough, he can give a few years back. “Thanks for that by the way.”

Fifty years pin Roy down against the weight of the living; mentally, he vows to do everything in his power to hang on for another fifty more.

“You’re welcome.”

[winchesterwild78]

The Mistake

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader

Warning: language, Ben being Ben, mention of sex, robbery,

A/N: Just something I cooked up while falling asleep the other night. Possibly a short series. All stories are my own and does not follow The Boys timeline. It does use the characters, but is not associated with the series in any way. 

Minors DNI 18+ 

You’d worked with Butcher and The Boys for a few years now. You were a supe and at first you were reluctant to work with Butcher, but Annie convinced you to join. She’d been friends with you since you both were little. 

So here you were, part of the boys. Butcher was a bit of an ass at times, but nothing prepared you for when Ben, AKA Soldier Boy joined the team. 

He was more than an ass, he was condescending, a chauvinistic pig, an alcoholic and drug addict. 

You were with Butcher and the team when Soldier Boy was found and released. Part of you thought Butcher released him on purpose, but you never said anything. 

Fast forward a few months later and you’re sitting in the office waiting for everyone else to come in. Ben was already there, but he was rolling a joint in the corner just staring at you. 

“Do you have a problem I can help with, Ben? I mean Jesus, you’re going to stare a fucking hole through me.” Ben smirked and looked at you “Just taking you in doll.” You rolled your eyes and went back to what you were doing. 

About half an hour later everyone started showing up. Annie walked over to you and y’all chatted for a few minutes. “Hey Y/N, how’s your morning been?” She was too cheerful in the morning. “It’s okay, Ben won’t stop staring and it’s starting to piss me off.” Annie looked over her shoulder, and sure enough Ben had his eyes locked on you. 

He licked his lips and smirked. “I think he’s got a thing for you, Y/N.” You scoffed, “Yeah right, like I would ever be with him. He’s an asshole and a pig. Besides, I’m too young for him. You saw him at Legend’s house and how he was screwing the maids. They were in their 60s.” 

Annie looked at you and smiled, “You like him too, this is great!” You whipped your head to look at Annie, “What the hell are you talking about?! I don’t like him.” “Okay, Y/N, whatever you say.” 

Annie stood up and walked away smirking at you and over at Ben. She walked over to Butcher and Hughie and they started talking. 

I don’t like him. He’s a complete asshole and thinks women are only good for fucking, cooking and making babies. Fuck him, and fuck you too, Annie for thinking that. God! You were getting pissed sitting and thinking so you grabbed your jacket, “I’m going for some air.” You barked and slammed the door behind you.

Once outside you took a deep breath and leaned against the brick wall in the alley. Your heart was pounding and your face was flushed. Lost in thought you didn’t hear someone walk up beside you, “You okay, darlin?” You looked up and met Ben’s green eyes looking into yours. “Just fucking peachy.” You said through gritted teeth. 

Ben stepped closer, causing your pulse to quicken, “You sure about that?” You huffed, “Of course I am, I think I should know if I’m okay or not.” “Well, your tone, body and your heart rate tell me otherwise.” Ben stepped even closer. So close you could feel his body heat and smell his cologne. 

You instinctively licked your lips and pulled your bottom lip in, biting it. “Ben, I…” Ben cut you off by pulling you by your hips flush with his body and placed a searing kiss on your lips. At first you tried to break loose, but soon you surrendered into his hold and kissed him back. 

His hands ran up your body and into your hair, your hands went behind his neck and your fingers played with the long strands of hair at the back of his neck. Ben deepened the kiss and you moaned into his mouth. You felt him smirk against your lips. 

The need for air became too much and you both pulled away panting. Your eyes locked on Ben’s and he smirked, “I’ve been dying to do that for weeks. The way you lick and bite your lip when you’re reading or thinking has been driving me wild.” He leaned you back against the brick and you felt his arousal through his suit. 

“Ben, I don’t know what to say.” “We don’t have to talk, Y/N, we can let our bodies do all the talking.” He flashed a smile at you that had you weak in the knees. “Ben, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’m not looking for a fling. I’m looking for something long lasting, and I know that’s not your thing.”

You started to walk away, but Ben grabbed your arm, “Who says I can’t do a relationship? I’ve done relationships in the past.” “Yeah, with Crimson Countess, I know, you were in love with her but you haven’t been in once since and things have changed. Men and women are equal partners in relationships. I refuse to be with someone who thinks he can control me. I’m not a fuck toy or a breeding machine who will cook your dinner every night, meet you at the door naked with a whiskey in my hand waiting for you to impregnate me.”

“Well, doll, that sounds like a great night to me.” Ben chuckled but you looked at him with a hardened stare. “That’s what I’m talking about Ben. I’m sorry, even if I wanted to, I can’t be with someone who doesn’t understand what women really bring to a relationship.” 

Ben stood there, jaw on the ground as you walked away. He ran his gloved hand through his hair and let out a hard sigh. Ben wanted to be with you, but he couldn’t help feeling the way he did. He loved women and their bodies. He was a man’s man and craved the female form. He appreciated a good meal and being taken care of. The thought of having a child of his own was something he had always wanted. Ben had thought him and Crimson Countess would have children together, but she betrayed him. The sting of her words still echoed in his head and heart, “I didn’t love you, I hated you. We all hated you.” That broke his heart.

You walked back into the office and told Butcher you weren’t feeling well so you were heading home. No one questioned you, but they knew you were full of shit. You were a supe afterall, and supes don’t get sick. Butcher knew something happened between you and Ben, but he didn’t push. 

As you got to your car Annie came running up and stopped you, “Hey, Y/N, what happened. I know you’re not sick.” “Ben and I kissed.” You said matter of factly. Annie grinned, “So, what’s wrong? Was it terrible?” You sighed, “No, it was amazing. I wanted more. I would have let him take me right against that wall if I could. I just don’t think he’s relationship material. He was in love with Crimson and she betrayed him, now he bed hops. I can’t be another notch on his belt. I really like him, Annie, and I’d want to be with him and only him, and he be with only me. I just don’t think that’s possible.” 

Annie pulled you into a hug, “I understand. Maybe talk to him. At least if you did you’d know one way or another.” “I know, I just don’t know if I could handle working with him after a rejection. I’ll call you later, I’m gonna head home. Bye, Annie.” “Okay, bye, Y/N.” She hugged you and you climbed in your car and headed towards home. 

As Annie started to head back inside, Ben came around the corner. After hearing the conversation between the friends, his heart ached. “Annie, what can I do to make her see I want to be with her?” Annie was shocked, she’d never seen Ben vulnerable before. “Just talk to her, and when she opens her heart to you, don’t fucking break it or I’ll be forced to kick your ass.” Ben chuckled. “Seriously, Ben, she’s an incredible person and when she loves you, she does it with her whole heart. Please don’t break her heart.” 

Ben nodded and thanked Annie. Ben then left, determined to talk to you and convince you to take a chance on him.

You pulled in your driveway and gathered your things before heading inside. You opened your door and fell on the couch. Laying your head against the back of the couch you let your mind drift to the kiss you and Ben shared. I’d give anything to be with him. His lips on mine felt so good and the way his touch made my whole body tremble. God I bet he’s amazing in bed. 

The sound of someone knocking pulled you from your thoughts. You grumbled and stood up to open the door. When you opened the door you weren’t expecting to see Ben standing there. 

“Ben, what are you doing here?” “I came to talk to you.” You bit your lip and stepped to the side, allowing him to come in. You shut the door and sat on the couch, tucking your feet under you and turned towards Ben. 

The two of you stared at each other for a few minutes before Ben started talking, “Y/N, I understand your hesitation but I want to prove to you I can do a relationship and I want to do one with you.” Your eyes softened a little. You knew he was being genuine, you could feel it. Thanks to your supe power, you had empathic abilities, could read minds, and communicate telepathically if you needed to. 

It didn’t always work on other supes, but when they were vulnerable it usually did. “Ben, it’s not that I don’t think you could do a relationship, I’m just not sure you could do one with an equal partner. Not someone who would drop to their knees at your command. I’m not like that, nor will I ever be. I’ve been on my own since I was 16 and I don’t depend on anyone else but myself.” 

Ben looked at you with his green eyes shining. His features, usually hard and tense, were soft and relaxed. He took your hand in his, it sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m willing to try if you are. Please, give me, us a chance.” 

You took a deep breath and your exhale was shaky. “Okay, Ben. I’m willing to take a chance.” Ben’s smiled stretched to his eyes, he jumped up and pulled you up and into his strong arms. His body was strong and solid against yours. 

Your heart quickened with the contact and you felt arousal coursing through your body. Ben’s lips pressed against yours in a feverish kiss. 

The kiss that sealed your decision was almost a year ago. The two of you have been inseparable since then and Ben has been surprisingly modern as he puts it. He supports you, and helps cook and clean.

Ben can still be a complete ass, but he’s getting better. His alcohol consumption has decreased, and he’s all but given up the drugs. Well, he still smokes weed, but he’s not snorting oxy anymore. 

You had fallen in love with Ben but you hadn’t said it yet. Neither of you had fully admitted how either of you felt. You were worried how Ben would react to you saying you loved him. Ben still had so many walls up, and he was very proud. He refused to let his heart be broken again, so he couldn’t bring himself to say those three words. 

When the two of you were alone his softer side would come out. He was gentle with you in bed and took his time exploring your body. The touch of his calloused fingers was always soft and gentle, but his grip on your body was always strong. He held you like he was afraid of losing you. 

Ben loved to dominate you in bed, but there was something about you being on top of him, taking control, that had him completely falling apart. He loved watching you. It didn’t matter what you were doing. Everything from washing dishes to coming undone under him. You were his favorite drug and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Everyone was sitting in the office and working out the details of the latest situation you’d found yourselves in. You sat at your computer absentmindedly biting your lip while reading something. Ben sat across the room watching you and feeling himself get aroused. You smirked because his thoughts were so loud you could hear them across the room. Ben quickly realized you were hearing him so his thoughts turned vulgar in the best way. 

I want to stick my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours and fuck my cock down your throat. Lift up that skirt and stick my fingers in that wet little pussy of yours. Maybe bend you over that desk and fuck you right here in front of everyone. Fill your cunt up with my seed and fuck a baby into you. 

Your heart raced as heat filled your face and you clenched your thighs together. Ben smirked when he saw your reaction. “Oi, what’s got you all flustered?” Butcher’s voice pulled you out of your head. You looked at Butcher, “What?! Nothing. What do you need?” Your voice was almost an octave higher than usual. 

Ben smirked as he heard you. “I need the directions you were supposed to be pulling up,” Butcher barked. You handed him a paper and he looked at you and then over at Ben. He shook his head and walked away. 

Ben sauntered over to your desk and you looked at him, your y/c/e eyes darker with lust. His green eyes were just as lust filled. He smirked at you, “Something bothering you sweetheart?” You smirked at him, “You know damn well what you did.” You laughed. “Yes I do, and I meant every word of it too.” You looked at him and bit your lip, “Every word of it?” Ben leaned down and whispered into your ear, “Yes, every single word.” His hot breath on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. 

You mustered your courage and locked eyes with him, “Then do it, fuck a baby into me.” Ben’s eyes went wide. His heart sped up and the anticipation was killing him. He’d never wanted a baby with anyone except Crimson, but now all he wanted was a baby with you. The two of you had never talked about children, so hearing you say that sent a wave of excitement through his body. 

He grabbed your hand and was going to take you to the back office, but Butcher came back in the room and told everyone to gear up. Ben growled and looked at Butcher. “Oi! What’s got your panties in a wad?” Ben’s jaw clenched, “Fuck you, Butcher!” You looked at Ben and placed your hand on his chest, “Later, baby. I promise.” You placed a soft kiss on his lips and his jaw loosened. 

Later that night at home Ben took you in the living room, on the kitchen table, in the shower, and then again in the bed. He was an absolute beast and was doing his best to “fuck a baby into you” as he so delicately kept telling you. When the two of you finally collapsed in the bed, Ben pulled you close to his body and kissed your forehead. You laid your head on his chest and drifted off to sleep listening to his steady heartbeat. 

The next few days Butcher was working everyone to death. He had a lead on how to rid the world of Homelander and his band of cunts, as Butcher called them. All of you piled in the van and headed for an abandoned barn Butcher said was a meeting place for his informant. You tried to push back and told him you didn’t think it was a good idea, but you lost the argument. 

Annie and Hughie were behind you giggling like a couple of teenagers in love. You heard Hughie tell her he loved her and she said it back to him. A twinge of sadness filled your heart.

You longed to hear Ben say he loved you. Annie told you this morning before you all headed out that her and Hughie were engaged. Everyone was excited for them. Ben however, just kept quiet. 

About an hour into the drive your heart couldn’t take anymore of the “I love you, no I love you more” and you snapped. “We get it, you fucking love each other. Fuck! Can you two please just shut the fuck up?!” Everyone looked at you shocked. You’d never spoken to anyone, let alone Annie like that before. Tears streamed down your face, you quickly turned your head and wiped them away. 

There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the van after your outburst. So when Butcher announced you were there everyone let out the breath they had been holding. You jumped out of the van before Butcher came to a complete stop. Ben came storming after you, “Hey, what the fuck was that?! I thought you and Barbie were best friends?” “Ben, please just leave me alone. I don’t want to fight with you or anyone right now. We have a job to do, so please let’s just do it.” “Oh hell no, you don’t get to act like that and not expect me to ask you why.” 

You kept walking towards the barn but Ben wouldn’t let up. “Y/N! Talk to me dammit! Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you woman!” You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. Your jaw tight with anger, “What the fuck did you just say to me?!” Anger rolled off you like a Summer storm rolling into town. 

“I said don’t walk away from me!” “Fuck you, Ben! I thought you had changed, but I was wrong. You don’t get to order me around. I’m not a child!” “The fuck I can’t! You belong to ME!” Your eyes went wide and your jaw fell open. By now the team was standing around you two and stood in disbelief of what he just said. “Hey, guys. Why don’t we just calm down before we say something we might regret. Come on Y/N, go with Annie, and Ben come with Butcher and me.” Hughie said, trying to defuse the situation.

You were holding back tears, “No, Hughie. Ben, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t belong to you, because I’m a person, not an object you own. I’m not your property. I’m sorry you couldn’t see how much I love you, because I do, Ben, I love you. I’m sorry you were so hurt by Crimson you can’t bring yourself to fall in love with me. To love me, to really want to be with me. You’re free Ben, free to drink, do drugs and fuck yourself silly with all those women who would love nothing more than to be used by Soldier Boy. Good bye, Ben.” 

You turned to walk away and Annie tried to stop you. “Y/N, please don’t go. We can all work this out.” You hugged her, tears streaming down your face, “No, we can’t. Good bye, Annie.” 

Ben stood there watching you walk away and did nothing. Butcher, MM and Frenchie all tried to convince him to go after you, but he refused. Instead he pushed his hurt down and watched you walk away.

Weeks turned into months and you didn’t come back. Ben slipped back into his old habits, drinking, snorting anything he could, and sleeping with multiple women a day, sometimes at the same time. Everyone knew he was hurting and was trying to bury the pain with the booze, drugs and women. Nothing he did could erase you from his mind or his heart. 

Butcher, MM and Hughie had all tried to reach out to you, but you wouldn’t take their calls. You had moved out of your place and hadn’t stepped foot in the office since that day. Annie was the only one who had spoken to you and had seen you. She refused to tell them where you were, just telling them you were okay.

It was a chilly October day when Annie came to visit you. It had been about 7 months since your fight with Ben. Seven long months without the love of your life, the man you saw a future with. You’d ask Annie how he was doing, and all she would tell you was “not good”. You knew he was back to his old habits. You’d snuck back in town a few times to see how he was and each time you’d see him with his arm around another woman it ripped your heart out all over again. 

“Hey, sweetie. How are you doing?” Annie asked as she stepped into your house. “I’m okay. I saw Ben again the other day. This time he was with some red head. I’d seen him with her a few other times. I guess they are a thing now.” Annie’s heart sank. She didn’t have the heart to tell you Ben had introduced her to the group as his girl. You could feel her sadness so you tried to read her thoughts. “Y/N, please don’t.” She begged. It was too late, you saw “girlfriend” in Annie’s head and your heart shattered.

Tears streamed down your face, “I still love him so much, Annie. How can I do this alone? I shouldn’t be doing this alone.” She took you in her arms and hugged you, “You’re not alone, honey. You have me, and Hughie if you let me tell him.” “It’ll just complicate things more than they already are. I’ll get through this, I mean it’s not like I’m the first woman to raise children by herself.” You placed your hand on your pregnant belly. 

You got pregnant that night 7 months ago, when Ben took you all over the house. You didn’t know you were pregnant until you had left, and by then Ben was already moving on to the next woman. A few months into your pregnancy the doctors confirmed you were pregnant with twins. You were excited and so sad. Ben should be here with you, he should be here with his children.

“I know, Y/N, but you three are not alone, you have me. You’ll always have me.” She hugged you and helped you to your feet. The two of you were going shopping for baby furniture for the nursery and you weren’t going to let the news of Ben and his “girl” ruin that. 

About an hour later the two of you were picking out the cribs, car seats and double stroller. You were exhausted and hungry. Annie had the store set up the delivery of the purchased items, so you two didn’t have to carry them in the house. “Alright, let’s go feed you and those babies.” Annie laughed. You nodded and placed your hand on your belly. Your supe ability allowed you to communicate with the twins, so you were very intune to their emotions. You could already tell one was going to be stubborn and grumpy like his father, the other was more laid back and relaxed. 

Annie took you by the hand and the two of you walked into one of your favorite diners in town. When you walked in your senses were instantly bombarded with an overwhelming sense of fear. Annie froze and you looked up. The place was being robbed and the gunmen had their weapons pointed at you. 

Annie stepped in front of you trying to shield you and the babies. “You’re making a mistake, put the guns down and you won’t get hurt.” She said. They scoffed at her and kept their guns pointed at the two of you. “Both of you get in and shut the fuck up!” One of the men shouted. 

You were shaking and scared. Annie tried to convince them to let you go. “Why, so she can run and get the police? I don’t think so. Now move it!”

You and Annie took a seat at the booth near the door. You pulled out your phone and hid it under your belly, you dialed Butcher and moved your hands back up. You looked at Annie and told her you called Butcher. Well you telepathically told her. 

Butcher and the guys were at the office talking about the next case when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw your name. “Oi, shut it, it’s Y/N.” Ben’s eyes widened and everyone got quiet. “Hey love, long time. How are you?” There was no answer, Butcher could hear voices, but didn’t hear you. “Love, you okay?” Ben stood up and walked over to Butcher. 

You figured Butcher had answered by now so you started talking to Annie, “What do you think they want? This diner can’t have a ton of money, right?” Butcher realized you were at the diner and it was being robbed.

“Let’s go! Sounds like the girls are in trouble.” You knew if Butcher heard he would be there, you weren’t sure if Ben was going to be there or not, but right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was keeping Annie, your babies and everyone else safe. 

A few minutes later the guys pulled up to the diner. Ben, MM and Hughie went around the back, Frenchie and Kimiko alerted the police, and Butcher strolled in the front.

“Oi, what the fuck do we have here. A couple of cunts robbing the joint? Can’t do any better than a little diner?” Butcher distracted the gunmen long enough for Ben, MM and Hughie to enter through the kitchen. The four of them disarmed and subdued the robbers.

When you saw Ben your heart ached and fear filled your body. Annie took your hand, “It’s okay, Y/N, you don’t have to talk to him.” Butcher was the first over to you and when you stood up he saw your swollen belly. He pulled you into a hug. MM and Hughie were next, Ben hadn’t seen your belly yet, but he saw you. 

Butcher walked over to Ben, “I’m not sure this is the best place for a reunion for you two. Maybe we should head back to the office.” “No! I want to see her.” Ben pushed past Butcher and when Hughie stepped to the side he looked at you. His eyes taking you in and seeing your swollen belly. 

You bit your lip and tried to steady your breath. Ben walked over to you, “Hey Y/N, are you okay?” You nodded yes, not trusting your voice. Your hands instinctively went to cradle your belly. Ben’s eyes not leaving your growing belly. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away and walked away. 

Ben stood there heart broken. Annie walked up to him, “Ben, give her some time.” Ben’s eyes flashed with rage, “How long have you known?!” “What?” “How long have you known, Annie?! How long have you known she was pregnant?!” “What’s it matter, Ben? It’s not like you fucking cared about her. As soon as she left you started fucking your way through every woman you could find.” “Fuck you, you stupid bitch!” “No! Fuck you you stupid jackass. She loved you. She accepted every part of you, the good, the bad and the ugly. Yet she still loved you and wanted to be with you. So fuck you for hurting her!”

Butcher came over and told everyone to head back to the office, this was not the place to talk about this. Annie and Kimiko convinced you to come by even if it was for a little bit. They promised to keep Ben in check. So you reluctantly went. 

You sat on the couch cradling your belly as everyone fawned over you. Even Butcher was a little excited for the babies growing in your belly. You felt Ben’s eyes on you from across the room. You looked up at him and saw so much pain, regret and anger in his eyes. Your sweet, soft Ben seemed so gone. Tears pricked your eyes, so you looked away. You knew you were responsible for some of his pain and it broke your heart. 

Butcher asked you if you needed anything and you told him you were hungry, so he and MM went to grab you some food. Frenchie and Kimiko left shortly after to head to an appointment she had with her speech therapist, Annie and Hughie decided to stay around, but to give you some space in case you and Ben decided to talk. 

Annie walked over to Ben. He met her gaze and glared at her. “What do you want Barbie?” “Ben, please just go talk to her. She loves you still, even if she won’t admit it now. She’s carrying your children for fucks sake.” Ben’s eyes went wide, “She’s having twins?” “Yes, both boys.” Ben smiled at the thought of you having his boys. He took a deep breath and walked over to the couch.

“Can I sit down?” You looked at Ben and nodded. “Ben, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was pregnant. I honestly didn’t think you wanted me or would want our child. So I was fine with raising them on my own.” Ben’s eyes softened, there was your Ben again. Your heart fluttered at his soft green eyes. Your boys must have felt his presence too, because they were very active and their thoughts were running wild with excitement. You smiled softly and touched your belly. 

Ben looked at you and took your hand, “Sweetheart, I will always want you and our children.” You let out the breath you had been holding. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. It felt so amazing to be in his arms again. As you hugged him, one of the twins kicked really hard. Ben felt it and chuckled, “That’s my boy.” He placed his hand on your belly and the kicks became frantic, like they couldn’t wait to let their daddy feel them. You smiled and placed your hand on his.

“I love you Ben. I know it’s hard for you to say and I’m okay with that, I just want to see if we can make this work, and not just for the boys, but for us. We both deserve to be happy.” Ben nodded and his lips hovered over yours. You leaned closer, your breath mixing with his. Your lips inches away from each other. 

The door to the room swung open, “Benji, guess what? I’m pregnant!” You pulled away and looked up. It was the red head. Ben stood up and looked at her. She looked at Ben and then at you. “Who the hell is this?!” She seethed. 

You pulled yourself off the couch and looked at her and then at Ben. Annie came running over. “What did she just say, Ben?” You asked not believing your ears. “I said I was pregnant. What’s it to you?! And who are you?” “Apparently I’m nobody.” You looked at Ben as the tears fell. “Annie, can you take me home?” Annie nodded and Hughie followed the two of you out. 

As you walked out, you realized you forgot your bag. Walking back in you saw the red head and Ben kissing. You softly gasped. Ben pushed her away. “Benji, you’re going to be a daddy. Oh I love you so much.” Ben looked at you as you turned to walk away again. 

He ran over to you and grabbed your arm, “Please don’t leave again.” “Ben, I can’t do this. She’s your girlfriend and apparently she’s pregnant too. Go and be happy with her. The two of you have been awfully cozy out on the town.” Ben looked at you confused, “Yeah, I’ve seen you two. I’ve come back a few times wanting to tell you about the twins and how much I still loved you and I’ve seen you together.” 

Ben was gobsmacked. “Benji, come on baby, we have so much to do. I think we should push the wedding up now that I’m pregnant.” You looked at Ben, “Wedding?” She walked over and showed you her finger, on it was a single diamond ring, “We’re getting married and I’m having his baby. He proposed after a night of love making and confessing our love for each other.” 

You looked at Ben, shock and heartbreak filled your body. “You told her you loved her, and you asked her to marry you?” Ben just nodded. He couldn’t admit he said it thinking about you, and asked her to marry him after a night filled with alcohol, and heavy drug use. He hadn’t remembered asking her until she showed him the ring. 

You hung your head, trying to hide the tears, “I hope you have a good life, Ben. Good bye.” You grabbed your bag and headed out the door. As soon as you got outside you collapsed on the ground and sobbed. Annie and Hughie helped you up and into the car.

A little while later Annie was pulling into your driveway. You had fallen asleep in the car from exhaustion. She helped you out of the car and into your bed. You laid on your bed sobbing. Hughie felt horrible. “What can I do to help?” He asked Annie as he heard your cries. “Just run to the store and grab some food. We were supposed to go to the grocery store today. Here’s the list. I’ll stay here with her, and Hughie if he calls you, don’t tell him where she lives.” Hughie kissed Annie and left. 

Annie crawled in your bed with you and held you tightly. “Shhh it’s okay, Y/N. You need to think about your boys right now. All this stress isn’t good for them.” “He told her he loved her, Annie, and he asked her to marry him. I don’t understand why I was not good enough for him. Why aren’t we good enough for him?” “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for all of it. Right now I just need you to relax and get some rest. We will figure everything else out later.” 

She laid with you rubbing your back until you finally drifted off to sleep. Annie was pissed. As soon as you were asleep she got up, closed your door and grabbed her phone. 

She dialed Ben’s number. He picked up instantly. “Ben, what the fuck happened?! How could you confess your love for Sherry and ask her to marry you?! Y/N deserved so much better than that. If you love Sherry and were engaged to her why did you try to kiss Y/N?! You can’t toy with people you fucking lunatic!”

Ben did his best to explain to Annie what happened. “I swear to you I don’t love her and I don’t want to marry her. Hell I’m not convinced she’s pregnant or if she is that the baby is mine. Annie, please tell me where Y/N is. I need to talk to her.” “Ben, I can't do that. I just got her calmed down enough to fall asleep. You know she asked me why she wasn't good enough, why the twins weren’t good enough for you. Fuck, Ben! She’s in love with you so deeply she’s willing to walk away from you at the chance of you being happy with Sherry, and at the expense of her own broken heart. I think you need to figure out what you really want, and if it’s Sherry then leave Y/N alone, and if it’s Y/N then you need to tell Sherry to fuck off!” 

“I don’t want Sherry. I don’t love her, I love Y/N! I want to marry her and raise our boys together.” “Then you know what you need to do, Ben. First you need to settle things with Sherry and then we'll talk.” Annie hung up and sat on the couch letting out a long sigh. How did this situation get so fucked up. I hate seeing Y/N like this and I hope Ben is sincere about loving her because I really don’t know how much more she can take.

Annie’s thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. It was Hughie with the groceries. She helped him carry in the bags and put away the food. 

A few hours later the smell of food woke you up. You stretched and crawled out of bed. Walking into the kitchen you saw Annie and Hughie cooking dinner together. The sight of the two of them so in love filled you with happiness and a little sadness. You were elated your friend had someone to love her, but sad the love of your life slipped through your fingers again. 

Hughie stole a kiss as he walked past Annie and she giggled. You smiled and cleared your throat. “Hey beautiful, how was your nap?” Annie asked as she pulled you into a hug. “It was good. Thank you for letting me sleep.” 

She nodded, “I hope you’re hungry.” You smirked, “Annie, I’m 7 months pregnant with twin boys, of course I’m hungry.” All three of you laughed. A few minutes later you were all sitting around the table eating dinner and talking. You were laughing at Hughie’s antics. Annie was beaming because she loved hearing you laugh. As the evening wore on the three of you were talking and having a great time. Deciding to watch a movie you all moved to the couch. Everyone got comfortable, well you got as comfortable as you could and Annie started the movie. 

About halfway through the movie there was a knock at the door. The three of you exchanged looks and Annie stood up to answer the door. When she opened the door her eyes went wide and a gasp left her mouth. You looked over at the door. “Ben, what are you doing here?”

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Sub!Eddie x Dom!Fem!Reader

Description: your boyfriend breaking up with you because you're too much for him to handle might be the best thing that's happened to you. It's certainly the best thing that's happened to Eddie!

A/N: bitta angst, mostly smut, best friends to lovers, not me and my horny ass projecting again promise, I'm English excuse my language tally ho what what

Warnings: use of pet names (baby girl, sweetheart etc) reader uses she/her pronouns, NSFW, minors DNI or I'll smack you with a wet fish, F!Masturbation, lap riding, M!Oral receiving, slight M! Orgasm denial, p in v protected sex

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You perch on the corner of the checkout counter at Family Video, legs swinging, fingers tapping on the side.

"So, apparently that makes me some sort of slut." You looked at Robin, one of your closest friends, and shrugged.

"Shit, what an asshole! So he basically dumped you because he couldn't keep up with you?"

"Yup. Sad ain't it." You inspect your fingernails, trying to come off as more aloof than you actually felt. You weren't in pain as such, not from losing that asshole, it's just his words kept ringing in your head.

Why do you want to fuck all the time? Must be some sorta slut. Are you a freak or something? What's wrong with you?

The harsh, sobering words ran through your head on a loop, wearing you down even further.

"Hey, I know that look, stop thinking about that jerk he did NOT deserve you, seriously! You just gotta find someone else, you always do." Robin stares at you, hand hovering over yours.

"That's the problem aint it. I just do this over and over. Too fricking horny for my own good!" You laugh; Robin giggles with you. "Hey there's worse problems to have!" You both chuckle for a bit, but you're still upset about his words. Slut. Freak. "Maybe I am a freak." You sigh.

"Whose a freak?"

You jump, and look around. Eddie Munson, your other best friend and long time crush, had just walked in the door. He flashed you a lazy smile, brown doe eyes creased at the corners.

"We are not talking about you Edward if that's what you think."

Eddie mimes being shot in the chest. "Oh sweetheart you wound me! Don't call me that." He pouts at you.

"It's your name, isn't it?" You poke your tongue out at him.

"Urgh, yeah, government name, but it's so not metal." He picks you up off the counter and spins you round, whilst you squeal.

"Put me down Edward!"

"Whose Edward?" He grins, still holding you, lightly tickling your sides.

"Okay Eddie please!"

He places you on your feet with exaggerated care, brushing imaginary dust of your shoulders.

Robin's eyes flick between yours and Eddie, widening and gesturing her head at you. You know she's dying to say something, but you had told her a million times, Eddie was just a friend. Sure he did shit like that, but it's like you were his little sister or something. There's no way he felt the same way about you.

"Well if you two are done flirting, I've got a job to do." You open your mouth to protest but Robin smirks, grabs a few videos and runs off like a baby deer to shelve them. looking at Eddie, you see his face is flushed. Silence for a heartbeat.

"So aren't you seeing loverboy tonight?" Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you.

"Oh I've just come from EX loverboy's house. Here to pick a horror film and pretend all the victims have his face. Oh and eat ice cream until I'm sick."

"Oh shit sweetheart I didn't know, sorry."

"It's all good, just trying to get some stuff he said out of my head. He's a dick anyway."

Eddie frowns, his brow furrowing. He knows this is affecting you more than you are letting on but he doesn't question it.

"Look, I've got a deal to do, but do you want to come over? I can drop you at mine and I'll be like 20 minutes max. I'm up for horror movies, ice cream and a joint or two?"

"Sounds good Eddie. Thanks."

"No problem sweetheart."

You pick a movie each and summon Robin from her hiding space to check them out.

"Okay you kids have fun!" She beams at you both, waving over enthusiastically.

"Robin you are such a dork." You laugh and leave, turning back to make sure the door shuts and doesn't leave a draught. Robin's still staring at you two, gesturing and putting her thumbs up. You roll your eyes and make your way to Eddie's van.

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Eddie, true to his word, dropped you off at his trailer. You were standing in his room, all alone since his uncle was at work. It was odd; you'd been here before several times, but never alone. You sat on Eddie's bed, surrounded by his smell. Laying back against the pillows you grab one and drink in the scent. Okay you've definitely crossed over into freak territory. He wasn't even here and you were obsessed; surrounded and engulfed by his scent. You felt a familiar warmth between your legs, your desire growing for him with each passing second. You hadn't even realised you had unbuttoned your jeans until your fingers met your underwear.

What the hell are you doing he'll be back any second! Despite knowing this, it gave you a little thrill to think he might catch you with your hand down your pants. Maybe he'd finally give you what you've been craving. Working your hand into your underwear, you find your clit with a gasp. You already felt wetness creeping from your folds, desire being something that seemed to run hot within you, all the time. Teasing at your clit, you run your fingertips in soft circles, building up that tingling feeling in your core.

Throwing your head back you groaned softly, increasing the pressure on your sensitive bud. You imagined it was Eddie's fingers doing this, rubbing you, teasing you into an orgasm. It definitely helped. Soon you were panting, chasing your release.

Your mind races, thinking about how he picked you up earlier so effortlessly, you thought about his strong hands holding you firmly, rings pressing into your flesh. You think about what it would feel like, his hands on you whilst you grind against him and that did it. You come undone with your own hand, your release shattering through your nerves. Laying there for a moment you gather yourself, feeling a twinge of guilt. You shouldn't be thinking about your best friend like this. Maybe there was something wrong with you.

Freak. Slut.

No time to unpack all of that, hearing the crunch of gravel outside. The front door opens.

"Hey honey I'm home!" Eddie chuckles, and you hear him coming towards his room. You quickly try look less dishevelled, wiping your hand and hoping against hope that what you just did wasn't written all over your face.

Eddie struts in, chucks his metal lunchbox on the bed and throws himself after it. You can't help but laugh at his exaggerated movements.

He lays there on his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Ya miss me?" He grins.

"Always." You smile at him, trying your hardest not to appear flustered.

"So, I'll roll, you pick what to watch, and we'll make a nest."

You laugh at that. "A nest? What am I an egg?"

"Just do what you're told baby girl." Jesus that's a new one. That nickname went straight to your cunt. He sits up, cross legged. "Oh and hand me those papers on the bed side table."

You bend across and grasp the papers, passing them to Eddie. For a fraction of a second he looks down and looks back up at you, face flushed pink.

"By all means get comfortable." He coughs and looks away.

You look down and realise you left your jeans unbuttoned. A small triangle of red is exposed from the front of your black jeans. Trust me to pick bright red underwear today. Flushing magenta, you try and cover your tracks.

"Shit, sorry Eddie the jeans were digging in you know."

"No worries princess, you want a pair of sweat pants? You need to be cosy in our nest" he grins at you.

"Sure, thanks Eds." 

He grabs you a clean grey pair from a drawer and you go to the bathroom to change, cursing yourself for being so stupid. When you return, sweats hanging low of your hips, he had rolled and was waiting for you with a lighter in hand.

"Shit Eddie you could have started without me."

"Nuh-uh. This is all for your benefit, and I'm a gentleman. The lady gets first toke." He reaches over once you've sat down and puts the joint in your mouth and lights it. You take a drag, holding it in for a couple of seconds, then release it. You take another, deeper toke.

"Wow this is decent." You smirk at him.

"All my stuff is decent babe."

"Oh so we aren't talking about the other week with that shit that was all twiggy?"

"No idea what you're talking about." He looks pointedly in the opposite direction. You snort at his actions and pick the first film, loading the VCR.

You both lay back, arms touching, watching the film. The joint goes back and forth, and you begin to giggle at the movie, feeling your high settle in. Laughing with each other at the ridiculous plot, you feel so much better about everything that had happened that evening. You were with Eddie. He always made you feel at ease.

Once the movie had finished Eddie started rolling another, and you ejected the film to put the next one in.

"So, you ready to tell me what happened?" Eddie asks, licking the spliff into place.

Your eyes go wide thinking about what you did in his bed. Shit, how did he know?

"What- what do you mean?"

"I mean why did lover boy break it with you? You never said."

Relief started to spread through you, then you remembered the reasons. Freak. Slut. No way you could tell Eddie that. It was too embarrassing.

"Just standard guy commitment shit. Nothing new." You try and brush it off. It might have worked with someone else, but Eddie could always tell when you are lying.

"Nope, nope. You weren't even serious, you said. So go on, tell me?" His soft brown eyes bored into you.

You started to feel hot and bothered at this amount of attention.

"He said some stuff, it wasn't nice, I don't want to go through it again."

"Did you tell Robin?"

Ooft. How did he always know?

"Okay he said some... stuff that got to me. Jesus Eddie its not important!"

Eddie strokes your arm and looks you in the eye, "if it wasn't important it wouldn't have gotten to you. I just, I want to help."

You look into his eyes and see pure love there, and it does help. You take a deep breath, and, looking anywhere other than Eddie's eyes, you explain the real reason for the break up. Eddie sits silently, listening to you recount the events. When you are done, he looks at you and begins to smirk.

"Eddie it's not funny." You scowl at him. That throws Eddie over the edge. He laughs out loud, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Feeling embarrassed, you move to get up. Eddie's hands grab your waist, holding you still.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I'm not laughing at you I swear." He's grinning, face slightly red from his outburst.

You stare at him. "Then what the hell are you laughing at?"

He chuckles a bit, then strokes your arm, "it's just, it's like he's gotten rid of any man's wet dream, seriously. What man doesn't want a hot girlfriend who wants to do him all the time? He's clearly fucking crazy."

"You- you think I'm hot?" You stutter at him.

"Of course, look at you, you're fucking incredible. Baby girl, any man would be lucky to have you."

Part of you thinks this is just Eddie being a good friend, but the way he looks at you and the lingering hand on your hip; that tells a different story. You decide to push it a little further.

"Any man, right?' You look into his eyes.

"That's what I said sweetheart."

"So, that includes long haired, metal loving, tattooed men right?" You look up at him through your lashes.

"I mean yeah if that's your type..." you see the penny drop behind his eyes. "Oooh, Er yes, those too. Maybe lead guitarist men. Men who like to play D&D?" His voice getting higher. He tilts his head to one side, looking at you with hopeful doe eyes.

"You think there's guys like that in Hawkins?" Batting your eyelashes at him, you move closer.

"Well, I can certainly think of one or two," he says, moving one hand to the nape of your neck, stroking your skin.

"Well, give me their numbers and I'll mmmph!" Your reply is muffled as he presses his lips onto yours.

His touch is electric, the feel of his lips on yours heated. It's more than you could have ever dreamt, the passion of the kiss is something you've never experienced before.

You press your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. Eddie's hand holds you by the hip, fingers pressing into your sides, rings warming against your hot skin. You need to feel him closer so you move to straddle him, but in your eagerness you manage to push him onto his back. Leaning into him, legs either side of his hips, never breaking the kiss. You caress his chest with one hand, the other moving to grab him by the waist, as if he could get any closer without being inside you.

Both of your breathing becomes laboured, desperate. You break the kiss, panting at each other. Eddie's face is a picture, he looks like he's in heaven. A stupid grin is plastered across his features.

"So I've wanted to do that since forever." He beams at you, hand moving to cup your jaw.

"Why didn't you?" You frown at him.

"I dunno, I just thought you weren't interested in me like that."

You look down at him, gesturing to how you were straddling him. "Well, I mean, you're okay I suppose..." you tease him.

Eddie thrusts up with his hips, rubbing against your clothed pussy. You feel he is hard, almost busting through his jeans, and you whimper.

"Seems I'm a bit more than okay pretty girl." Eddie smirks at you.

"Shut up Eddie." The teasing that was a daily occurrence between the two of you puts you at ease. You hold him by the shoulders, and grind your core over his hardened cock, back and forth. Eddie groans low in his throat, his eyes rolling back.

"Jesus Christ, shutting up." You laugh at him, and reach to pull your top over your head, exposing your red cotton bra. It's just plain, soft cups with the tiniest bow on the front. Eddie gazes at your chest as if it were clad in the finest lingerie. You continue to rock against him, feeling your own pleasure mount up.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart" he says but there's no malice in it, just pure admiration. You smirk at him and start planting kisses on his chest, fingers feathering their way to his belt. You undo it and his jeans, yanking them down to his knees, and continue leaving hot, open mouthed kisses to his stomach. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his boxers and you look up at him for confirmation. Eddie stares at you open mouthed for a second, then nods frantically. You smile back at him and bite your lip, pulling his underwear down slowly.

His member springs out to greet you, bigger than average but what really surprised you was the girth of it. You couldn't help but feel your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation. Licking a pointed stripe from the base to the tip, you massage his balls with your hand. Eddie's head rolled back, his eyes scrunched shut. Lowering your mouth onto the tip, you swirl your tongue around it, licking up his pre cum. Eddie's groan was borderline pornographic. You look up at him and slowly take him into your mouth, using your hands for what didn't fit. Bobbing up and down on his length, you use your tongue to massage him. You'd wanted to feel his dick on your tongue for so long, this almost didn't feel real. There was something about being in control of Eddie's pleasure that made you feel extremely powerful. You could feel his cock twitching already, Eddie was practically whimpering. You could tell he was close.

"Baby girl, shit, I can't take much more, I'm gonna-"

You pull away with a wet pop, Eddie whimpering at the loss of your mouth.

"Baby girl please please." Eddie looks a mess, his face is red, his breathing coming out in heavy pants, trying to grab at your arm, side, anything he could reach.

"Patience baby", your voice dripping honey.

You fling your sweats off and move up him, straddling him in your underwear. Not letting him enter you. Not yet. You were enjoying dominating him.

You start to grind down on his length again, making Eddie whine.

"Please-" Eddie looks at you, breathless and pouting.

"No." You smirk at him. Eddie gasps and looks at you in surprise. You continue to rub  your wet heat against him, "I was thinking about this earlier, wanted to find out what it felt like," grinning, grinding your cunt against his rock hard dick, feeling your slick drench your underwear and him.

Eddie's falling apart in front of your eyes. You unclasp your bra, letting it fall. Eddie's eyes widen and he whimpers, thrusting against you. You let out a moan.

"Touch me Eddie." He wastes no time in grabbing at your chest, smoothing rough fingertips over your hardened nipples. You feel a familiar sensation, a burning in your stomach and chest, desire building and building, setting your insides ablaze.

You increase your pace, rubbing back and forth, your wetness soaking Eddie, making him a slippery mess. You feel him twitch under you, fingers pinching your nipples almost painfully and it sends you over the edge. You cry out his name, your hands in your hair, still riding him, extending the outrageous feeling.

Eddie's hands suddenly grasp your hips, hard. You open your eyes and look down just as his scrunch shut. He comes then, violently with an exaggerated moan. His own release pebbles his stomach, your stomach, even a smattering reaches his chest. You look down at him as you come down from your respective highs, and you both start laughing.

"Well, I've never come like that before." Eddie's stroking your sides, gazing at you in disbelief.

You laugh, and get up off him, readjusting your underwear. You go to the bathroom to clean yourself off, and return with a dampened wash cloth. You kneel beside him, wash cloth hovering over him.

"You gonna help me or just stare baby girl" he smirked, poking you in the ribs, his other hand gesturing to the mess on his stomach.

"Hey, just admiring my masterpiece. Have to take a picture next time." You watch as Eddie's mouth springs open, his face turning purple. You simply hum and wipe him down, passing him the cloth to get anything you missed.

"Holy shit, I was right. You are literally every guys wet dream. Fuck. You're a-a pervert!" He points at you dramatically.

Laughing loud at that, you flop down next to him. He turns on his side and strokes your face, moving a couple of stray hairs.

Feeling self conscious for a moment, you look at him, cheeks flushed slightly.

"You don't mind then?"

"Mind? Mind?? I think I won the lottery." He beams at you and brings you in for a kiss.

"So you wont mind what I meant, when I said I thought about that earlier?" You're testing him, seeing if this could actually work. And you want to see the look on his face.

"Oh please for all that is good tell me." He practically pants at you.

You giggle, "well when you dropped me off I had some time to fill, so I might have touched myself thinking of you."

The groan that escapes Eddie's lips travels straight to your core. He envelopes you in a fiery kiss.

"Jesus baby girl, fuck!" He rubs your back, one hand snaking into your hair, pulling it. "In my bed?" You nod. "So yeah I'm hard again."

You laugh, "looks like you weren't kidding when you thought you could keep up with me," you smile smugly at him.

He pushes you onto your back in response and starts to nip and lick at your neck, leaving opened mouthed kisses in his wake.

"Oh I can keep up with you baby girl, trust me."

Then he's mounting you, the tip of his cock begging for entry.

"Someone's eager, have you got protection?"  You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Yes, God yes, please baby please." His eyes dart to his bedside table.

You push at him, smiling, teasing him, "so you're all confident until you have any pressure at all, I see. Lay back then baby."

He immediately lies on his back, quiet and unassuming, holding his cock by the base. He looks painfully hard but he's not moving a muscle, looking at you for your say so. You feel immensely powerful, gazing at him in such compliant position.

You reach to the drawer at his bedside, rummaging through.

"Oh, what do we have here?" You exclaim, pulling out a dirty magazine, folded to the centre. You cant help but notice the model's hair is just like yours.

"Hmm, she's hot I'll give you that. Kinda looks a little like me eh?" You wink at him mischievously.

He blushes crimson at you in reply.

"I, I suppose I have a type?" He shrugs, face red as a beetroot.

You can help but laugh, "I'm just flattered baby." And then you find his condoms. You pull one out and rip it from its packaging using your teeth.

"So, you gonna be a good boy?" You question, it almost being a joke but you receive a very certain "yes ma'am!" As a response.

You cant help but chuckle, "oh, so the dungeon master wants someone in control, I see how it is," and you grab the base of his painfully hard member.

"Please...' Eddie nearly drools out of the side of his mouth in response.

"Hmmm its good to hear you beg. Well I suppose I'll humour you. For now," you smirk out the corner of your mouth. You roll the condom onto his hard cock. He hisses at the friction. You line him up to your entrance, straddling him.

As you slowly lower yourself onto his hardness, he cries out at the sensation. You see his eyes screwed shut in response, his cheeks flushed pink. You already feel obsessed by the look of him as he entered you. You want to record this forever, the moment you finally got to take your crush. The moment you realised you could completely take control of him; everything you'd ever dreamed of. He's compliant, melting to your touch. You take him into your cunt until you're sitting on him fully. He's buried in you to the hilt, stretching you. Its bordering on pain given his size, but delicious in itself. It's a good pain.

You hold him by the waist, almost possessively. Searching his eyes as he meets your gaze, you see tears gathering at the edges of his eyes, flustered and fucked out already. The look on his eyes is pleading, almost praying.

"Mother of God, fuck...."

"I thought we settled on ma'am?"

"No.... definitely seeing God... baby..." it's a shadow of Eddie's usual humour.

You giggle at him, a sound seemingly innocent, considering Eddie is buried deep inside your pussy. You start to slowly move against him, bouncing up and down on his length, grinding against him every so often. Eddie's eyes roll back, he grabs you firmly by the hips, rocking you back and forth. You take a deliberate, pounding pace against him and feel your release begin to build again.

Eddie is babbling, passionately holding you as tight as he can.

"Jesus, baby girl, you feel so tight and warm, fuck."

Eddie's words of encouragement and blissed out face spur you on. You take him harder, faster, gripping onto him with your fingertips. Every thrust bringing you to ecstasy. You can feel him through every fibre of your being, deep within your core. You cry out in pleasure, the feeling of Eddie in every nerve. Moaning and writhing above him, you know you're about to cum, your walls flexing around him, squeezing his length. Eddie whimpers and you practically scream, your pleasure coming to a head, the feeling pulsating through your every limb, taking over control. Your body rocks in absolute rapture. You shake and stroke his sides as you come down.

"Fuck, Eddie, oh my God." You quiver above him, legs shaking.

"Baby, please can I get on top of you. Please." He looks up at you, wide eyes beseeching you. How could you say no to that face?

"Go on, whatever you want." You remember his reaction from earlier, " you've been such a good boy."

Eddie practically growls at that, flipping you onto your back.

He finds your entrance, slipping back into you deeply with a groan. You pull one leg over his shoulder, the other hitched around his waist and see his eyes roll back. He thrusts into you, deep and slow, planting open mouthed kisses onto your calf.

You stare at his face, one hand cupping his jaw. He's pink tinged, sweating, wild eyed.

"Hey, Eddie, baby, look at me. You're being such a good boy, taking me, using me so well baby."

"Fuck yes" Eddie breathes, his eyes now fixated with yours, grounding him. "Thank you thank you thank you." He chants as his thrusts get faster and sloppier. He grabs onto your hips, plunging as hard into you as he can, and you feel a mounting desire burning in the depths of your stomach.

"Eddie yes fucking me so well, oh God baby, I'm gonna cum so hard." Your words of encouragement send him over the edge; with a stutter and a high pitched moan he comes, shaking and gripping you tight. He continues to thrust in you though, looking at your face, brow furrowed. It must feel too much but he wants, needs you to come again. You grab him by the ass and push him into you as far as he will go, arching your back, releasing a toe curling moan as you orgasm.

You both try and slow your breathing as you move your leg from his shoulder, still quivering.

"Jesus Christ, baby girl that was... wow" Eddie chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah? That good huh?" You smiled up at him, stroking a stray hair from his face.

"I just... if I knew you were gonna be so..."

"So what?" You frown at him.

"So... in charge! I mean, fuck that was... wow." He grinned at you, and you see your Eddie again. He rolls off you and disposes of the condom.

"What would you have done?" You smile at him, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself up.

"Well, probably just thought about it a whole lot until you made a move." You laugh at that.

"Eddie that's what happened."

"Hmmm, impeccable logic. Still, you had no right keeping this to yourself."

You laugh and throw a pillow at him. He pretends its heavy and it knocks him to the bed. He wiggles underneath it, seemingly pinned. You crawl over to him, moving the pillow, and cage him in with your arms.

"So, I'll roll, you put the movie on, and then round three yeah?" You tilt your head with the question.

"Fuck baby girl you really are gonna be the death of me. But what a way to go!"

[nymphbnny]

2 AM AGAIN _ f.toji

tw. 1.7k wd, bouncer!toji, smoking (j.), minor breast play, oral sex (f. & m), unsafe sex (lmao), praise, spanking (minor) MDNI !! in honor of our big buff daddy getting animated, even if i don't like the voice they picked for him...

you sat on your couch, your limbs spread out from the long shift at the pub. you had to work long hours to afford rent and so far you've been managing. well, almost managing. you try to reach your small stand to pull out a half-smoked joint you didn't get to finish before leaving. with a bit of struggle, you manage to pull out both the lighter and the joint together.

you sit up, ready to smoke the rest of your blunt until a knock on your front door interrupts you. you get up and look into the peephole and internally smile when you see toji standing behind the door, his hand against the frame and his face looking down the hallway. you giddily open the door and welcome him with a warm hug. "'m sorry for coming at that time but i couldn't sleep and i figured you'd be up still so," he trailed looking at you. "i needed a partner anyway, come on in." he raises his eyebrow at your statement then boyishly smirks when you hand him the joint which he happily lights up. you watch him wrap his fingers around it, inhaling then holding the smoke in before saying: "shit's good", then blowing out the smoke, his voice sounding raspier than usual.

"mhm", you hum, your eyes looking at his tight black t-shirt then sneaking a peek down his gray sweats. "wanna watch something?" you suggest pointing back at the couch with your thumb, walking backward before plopping back on our couch, your legs propped up on your small wooden table. he shrugs and sits down next to you, his bicep rubbing against your leg as he reached to get the ashtray that was on the opposite side of the table.

toji and you were friends. he was the bouncer of the pub you work at and defended you once when perverts tried to hit on you. you had sex once though, just once, even if you secretly wish it was more. it was a tough night for both of you and you ended up at your place drinking scotch until you were undressed and tangled up on your bed.

you still find him attractive but you didn't want to make anything awkward so you kept your distance. you're acquaintances, friends at best. trying to get rid of your thoughts, you take the joint that was laying in the tray and bring it to your lip, toji watching how nicely your lips wrapped around it. he noticed the remote next to you. as an excuse to get closer to you, he brought his arm around you and got the remote, your body squished to his. he didn't remove his arm, instead he turned on the TV and started switching channels until he found a nice movie for you two to watch.

"how was work? i didn't see you today," he spoke up, his hand resting on your arm, rubbing the flesh softly. your body was on fire, the weed getting to your brain, making you melt even more in his touch. "yeah i got pretty busy at the bar, busy night. i can't feel my fucking legs anymore," you chuckled smoking, then you feel toji shift next to you, his body straight up, moving your legs so they're laying on his lap and your head in comfortably seated at the end of the couch. his free hand massaged your legs softly. "better?" his voice rough but smooth. you nodded then rose your arm to place the joint between his lips. you didn't break eye contact and you could tell that his eyes were looking at you like you were a prey. you've seen that look before.

to your surprise, he didn't react much, or initiate anything. he just kept talking about whatever movie he put on and how dumb modern producers were. you didn't care. the joint was long gone, and so was your brain. you wanted him and you were slowly dying on the inside that he didn't feel the same. you stop him by sitting up and setting yourself in his lap.

you shift to get comfortable, his jaw locking from the pressure you were applying on his crotch. "toji," you whisper almost into his mouth, your eyes looking at his delicious lips. "yeah?" he breathed out, his arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. you placed your hands on his wide shoulders, then dragged them down his buff chest to his stomach, his breathing getting heavier. as you opened your lips to speak, his hand was wrapped at the back of your neck and slid his tongue inside your mouth, his lips wrapping around yours.

your hands gripped the end of his hair, pulling him even closer to you as you kissed him back. you missed him so much it was driving you crazy. "i missed you so fucking much." he said before kissing you again, his hands holding your head in place. his dick was getting harder beneath you, your baggy t-shirt not hiding much of your bare pussy. you just remembered that you were totally naked under that singular piece of clothing.

"toji," you broke the kiss, both of you breathing hard. "i want you." you sat up slowly, your hand pulling down his sweats along with his underwear, his dick sitting up. pretty and swollen. you licked your palm and rubbed it, earning a small gasp from him. he looked at you in awe, his heart beating faster by the minute.

he pushed your hand away and guided your hips towards him, his hand palming your pussy, a smirk forming on his lips when he realized you were fully naked. toji help your hip with a hand while he grabbed his dick with the other, positioning you on top of him before lowly pushing you down, both of you gasping out as the tip went in, stretching your muscles.

"more," you moaned out, your hand on his shoulder as you took more of his length and girth, your mouth agape. his fingers worked their way towards your top, slowly pulling it off your body, exposing your breasts to him. "you're so pretty darling," he muttered, his hand placed on your back. "toji, fuck me, please" you begged as you tried to move up and down his dick. "shh baby let me take care of you," he sat up, his lips on your breast, sucking and licking your nipple as he began moving your hips rhythmically with his thrusts, meeting them halfway, his dick almost fully in as he pushed deeper each time.

"so good, you feel so good," he groaned, moving to your other breast, your fingers digging into his back. "off, take it off." you whined as you pulled at his shirt, an amused look appearing on his face. "take it off." he lied back his hand resting on your hips. you moved your hips against him, not wanting the feeling of friction to leave your body, then slowly removed his shirt, tossing it beside you. he looked at you, biting his lip as he took in your beauty, his fingers digging in your flesh.

you placed your hands all over his chest, not being able to stop and then you removed yourself from him, a wince leaving his lips as if he was sad that he couldn't feel your tightness anymore. toji instantly grins when he watches you get on your knees, your hand rubbing your pussy to gather some of the wetness then coated his dick with it, stroking his length up and down before lowering your head and sucking slowly his tip. your tongue swriled under it, his hips slighlty jolting. you looked at him as he played with your hair, gently pushing you down as you began sucking him, your free hand fondling his balls teasingly, earning a few whimpers from him. it turned you on. seeing how a buff strong man like him could be shaking and heavily breathing because of your touch.

"you're doing so good, sucking me so good," he hummed throwing his head back, his hips thrusting upwards to feel more of your throat. you began sucking him faster, urging to taste his cum. you kept on going until you let go of his dick, catching him off guard. he looked down at you questioningly. "can i swallow your cum?" you bit your lips, both of your hands stroking his dick at an agonizing pain. "fuck yes, c'me here," he brought your head back down, his thrusts getting more aggressive as your question turned him on, his hand keeping your head down enjoying the sound of gagging and the saliva dripping from your mouth corners. "gonna swallow every drop yeah?" you muffled, unable to say a word and felt him twitching. "oh fuck, fuck yes, mhm, shit," toji groaned, his warm cum shooting down your throat as you tried your best not to suffocate.

"you're such a good girl, such a good girl," he kept repeating as you swallowed as much cum as you could, your eyes puffy and lips swollen. you looked up at toji who was panting above you, his hand palming your cheek to bring you up and kiss you.

"get up baby c'mon," he said then picked you up so your pussy was facing his face, as if you were sitting on air. you legs were dangling from the couch as he kept you up by holding your thighs with his strong arms. "i wanna taste," he muttered and immediately starting lapping at your wet pussy, his tongue going feral on you.

you played with your breasts, desperate to hold onto anything, your mouth wide open. nothing but sounds of slurping and moans were in the room. toji began sucking on your clit, his hand spanked your ass a few times before holding you again. "toji," you whimpered, your vision becoming blurry and head heavy. "all over my face baby," he spoke against your core making you tremble, your weak efforts to bring on his face making him chuckle. it took a few more seconds to come undone, your fingers furiously gripping his hair.

"holy fuck," you chuckled as he sat you back on his lap, both of you panting as you looked at each other. you glimpsed at the clock behind you and smiled at the little coincidence, it's 2 am again.