#or if you both wear glasses you switch and try not to throw up

[leclercstarrs]

best friends, cassie howard and maddy perez.

summary: in which things heat up when cassie and maddy approach you at a party.

warnings: switch!reader, threesome, face riding, oral!

notes: enjoy this draft while i work on new things! promise to post something good in a bit! p.s, this is not proof read, sorry babes!

Cassie Howard and Maddy Perez have been close for a long time now. They are used to sharing things, like lots of friends do. From clothes to beds when Maddy sleeps over at Cassie’s place to escape the yelling in her house, and now, you.

When the two girls heard from BB that you were throwing a party, they immediately told you that they’d be attending, and then went home to pick what to wear, even if the party wasn’t for another week.

Now, it’s the night of the party and they enter your house, getting stared at by guys from school as they move through the crowd of drunk teenagers. It’s impossible not to notice the blonde and brunette duo, their matching outfits showing off their bodies. Cassie is, of course, wearing the pink set, while Maddy has on the same set in black.

“Do you see her?” Cassie attempts to ask her friend, her voice going unheard considering the loud music. She stops walking in the middle of the living room, Maddy following her lead.

“Hey, have you seen the host?” Maddy asks a random boy beside her.

“(Y/N)?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Cassie nods. The boy points towards the kitchen and Cassie quickly grabs her friend’s hand, leading her towards the kitchen. “There.” The blonde grins.

“Damn.” Maddy mumbles, watching as you’re lying down on the kitchen island as Jules does body shots on your stomach, a group of people cheering her on. “I’d kill to be Jules right now.” Maddy jokes, earning a laugh from her friend.

“Jules, come on, you’ve had enough.” You prop yourself up and off the counter, taking the bottle of liquor out of her hand before she pours another drink. Jules has been doing this for a while now, to the point that her best friend, Rue, gave up and walked away. “Jules, go find Rue and get a glass of water.” You sigh as the girl tries to take the bottle back.

“God, the two of you are so boring.” She huffs, however, still following your advice and walking out of the kitchen, the crowd slowly exiting as well.

Getting off the counter and tugging at your dress, you pull the tight fabric down your legs a little. You then place the bottle on the counter after taking a quick swig.

“Hey.” Maddy and Cassie smile in unison when they approach you.

You try to hold yourself back from gasping at the girls, looking them up and down. “I see the two of you went for the matching look.” You laugh.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Maddy rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue.

“Oh, it definitely was. You both look hot.” You grab two red solo cups from the counter, then taking the same bottle from earlier and pouring the two girls drinks.

“Thank you.” They take the cups and are quick to down them.

“Hey, you wanna get out of here?” Cassie suggests, turning to look at Maddy, then back at you.

You bite your lip as the two girls stare at you in anticipation, copying your move from earlier and checking you out, admiring how your dress fits on you. “Let’s go, this party could use some fun.” You cave.

“For sure.” Maddy and Cassie are quick to lead you upstairs and towards your bedroom.

“Cute room.” Cassie sits down on the bed next to you and Maddy, looking around the room.

You start feeling increasingly anxious, unsure of what to do and say. However, you push through it and try to remain calm. “Thanks.” You smile.

“(Y/N), don’t be shy. Take off my shirt.” Cassie says, her soft voice encouraging you to comply. Your lips part as you carefully remove the thin pink fabric off of her body, revealing her breasts.

“You’re so beautiful.” You hum, leaning towards her and pressing gentle kisses on her neck, before stopping when Maddy interrupts.

“Awh, what about me?” The girl on the other side of your bed whines, her lips forming into a fake pout. Unlike Cassie, Maddy proves to be more dominant with her actions, grabbing your hands and guiding you to pull off her black top. She tosses her shirt on the floor, Cassie then doing the same. “Here.” Maddy quietly says, once again taking your hands and placing them on her breasts. Her nipples are hard, Maddy’s entire body begging for you to touch her. You carefully massage them, eager but quiet moans escaping from the girl.

Cassie then moves closer to you from behind, stopping you from continuing on with Maddy as the two girls work on taking your dress off, leaving you in nothing but your small thong.

Maddy gently moves you hair out of your face, “Lie down, baby.” She instructs you.

You do as she says, lying back on the bed, unsure of what the girls have planned. Cassie climbs towards you, leaning down and kissing you, before positioning yourself so her cunt is hovering about your mouth. Now, you understand what she wants. “Say please.” You change your tone, feeling more confident in yourself.

The blonde whines, “Please.”

“Good girl.” Maddy chimes in. She’s now starting to work on pleasuring you, kissing up your thighs, until she reaches your cunt. You can feel her breath, it’s as if she’s waiting for you to make the first move, so you do.

Cassie fully places her cunt on your mouth as you slowly lick one stripe up her folds. “Fuckkkk…” She moans, desperate for more and starting to grind against your tongue.

“Keep going.” Maddy tells you as she starts to do the same to you, instead thrusting her tongue into you, earning muffled moans from you as you move your tongue around Cassie’s folds, coaxing out juices as you make your way to her clit. More moans abrupt from you and Cassie. Maddy is teasing you, her tongue flicking slowly on your own clit, your legs slightly shaky. Your hands make their way up Cassie’s waist, sitting there for a moment and guiding her hips with the movement of your tongue on the swollen nub. Cassie has different plans, however, her mouth dropping in pleasure as she drags her hands to her tits, getting you to massage at her nipples, adding to the wave of pleasure going through her.

“Shit, (Y/N).” Cassie gasps, her eyes rolling back.

“Doing so good for Cass, hm?” Maddy muffles as she eats your pussy.

Like the two of you are in sync, you and Maddy thrust your tongues deeper, Cassie going silent, unable to even make a sound as she desperately cums on your face. Moments later, you do the same as Cassie, Maddy sending you over the edge. Your juices flow out of your cunt, Maddy pulling away and licking her lips. “You taste so good.” She smirks.

Cassie gets off of you, her chest rapidly moving up and down as she relaxes after her orgasm. “You’re so fucking good at that.” She praises you.

Meanwhile, Maddy slides your panties back onto you, then moving towards your face. “Mm, Let me clean you up.” She gently grabs your face with her hands and kisses you, the two of you exchanging Cassie’s juices. Next to the two of you on the bed, Cassie grins.

“We should seriously do this again.” Cassie catches your attention and you and Maddy stop kissing.

“Obviously.” Maddy laughs.

[bruisedleftknee]

Okay, so imagine it's weekend, you and Noah are home. He's been playing video games since he woke up, and you’ve been getting ready for a very important exam you have this week and you're tired of studying.

You just need something to help you relax.

Your bed is covered with your books, notebooks, and papers; you’ve been studying for hours. “I feel like my brain is about to fucking explode.. Aaaaaahh~” You say loudly as you throw your pen across the bed and lay on your back on the bed.

And you hear Noah shout, “What, babe?” from the living room, "Nothing,” you answer quietly while you're staring at the ceiling.

A few seconds later, Noah is standing inside your bedroom’s door frame, still holding his controller with the cat ear headphones that you bought him around his neck. “Something wrong?” He asks.

“I don’t want to study anymore,” you say in a whiny tone as you close your eyes and rub them from under your glasses. “I’m so fucking tired.”

You're tired, your head feels hot, and you can't read another fucking word.

When you open your eyes, you see Noah standing beside your bed, looking down at you. He leans a little to take your hand. “Wanna go grab something to eat?” he says as he rubs the back of your hand.

“Not really, I’m really tired." You say, looking up at him. You could say yes, but you want something else, you want something to help you relax, and then you'll think about food.

He leans a little more and kisses your forehead innocently. “Can I do anything to help?” he smiles.

You bite your bottom lip and narrow your eyes. “I mean..” you say as you reach under his shorts, “..you could do, a few things.”

He smiles at you and slowly sits on top of you while your hand is in his boxers, “I thought you were tired.” He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"Oh, I am very very very tired,” you frown. “Mhmm I can see!” he says and puts the controller on the nightstand, then leans in to kiss you.

He caresses your hair and cheeks with his soft, big hands and kisses your neck. Your hands are now under his black shirt, exploring his back. He's warm, and his skin is soft. His nose smudges your glasses when you kiss him back. He’s still on top of you, kissing and sucking your neck. You can feel how hard he's getting; your hands are under his shirt, but you feel his hard growing on your soft belly, and with each move, you feel it more.

You both start moaning between kisses. In a quick move, you try to switch places with him, but he stops you. “Are you in a rush?” he says.

“I kinda am. Gotta study, remember?” Your books and notebooks are still covering most of the bed, you push them aside so you two can have more space. 

He smiles and puts his hands under your oversized grey shirt. You're not wearing a bra, so his fingers reach your nipples after seconds. Your nipples are getting hard under his touch.

He pulls up your shirt and takes it off carefully. You're still under him, only with your red lace panties on. He's a big guy but he doesn't put any weight on you, the only thing he wants you to feel is his hard dick that he pushes onto your belly.

His thick thighs are keeping you locked and still. His black shorts are rolled up, and you can see the tattoos on his thighs. You run your hands on them and touch his hard cock.

He's kissing your neck now, coming down to your navel, kissing and licking your belly.

You're starting to get so wet now; you feel your warm arousal on your panties when they rub against your core. All you want is for him to take them off and put his hard cock inside you. You want to feel all of him inside you more than anything now. You don't like to wait but Noah always makes you wait.

Now you have one hand on the back of his head, almost grabbing his hair, you try to take off your underwear with your free hand cause you know he wants to take his time and isn't planning on giving you what you want anytime soon.

He sees you struggling to pull down your panties so he gets up to help you, leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs as he pulls them down. Then he looks at them. Your arousal has made the red fabric look almost crimson. He rubs his thumb on the wet spot. He looks even more turned on now, his breaths are getting heavier. He tosses your underwear to the corner, grabs you by your thighs, and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. the second he does that, you feel the cold air in the room on your wet core and you realize how wet you are, it makes you want to tell him to hurry because you can't wait another second, but before you can say anything, he's on his knees, opening your legs with his arms, pushing your legs as far away as possible. You feel his warm breath on your core. This is it, you can't wait any longer. You grab his head with both hands and press him on your core, and you let out the loudest moan.

He starts licking you, then licks your clit in a circular motion. You hear him trying to say something but you can't understand a word. Both of you have said only a few words since this started, but you don't feel like you need to talk, he's doing everything you want. 

Your legs start to shake as he licks your clit faster and faster. You try to keep them still with your hands but it's not working so Noah helps you keep them still by putting them on his shoulders and holding them with both hands.

You're moaning so loud, “Please don't stop” you say between your moans. 

He lets go of one of your legs and puts his index and middle finger on your hole's entrance, teasing you while he's sucking on your clit. You know if he starts fucking you with his fingers, you're going to cum, but you want his cock. You don't even know if he's going to give you his cock or not.

You're sure that by now his pre-cum has left a wet spot on his boxers, and you can't wait till you can feel him inside you. You're lost in your thoughts till you feel his fingers enter you, “You here?” He stops for a second and asks. You want to answer, but now he's moving his fingers back and forth, so it takes you a few seconds to nod your head and say yes.

With his fingers still moving inside you and going faster by the second, you know you can't last any longer than this. Your legs are shaking, your stomach is getting stiff and you feel the orgasm building so you open your eyes and look at him.

When he sees that you're watching him, he goes between your thighs again and licks your clit, but he's doing it slowly, “Cum for me babe,” he tells you. He's doing everything so slowly and wants you to watch him. You know how much he loves putting on a show, so you keep your eyes on him. You watch how his tongue is playing with your clit and then he pulls out his fingers and licks them off your arousal, it's making you crazy. He grabs your  breast and slightly pulls your nipple, then puts his fingers inside you again. and this time, when he puts his tongue on your clit, your back arches and your eyes roll back. Your moans are louder than all the moans you let out this evening.

“I'm gonn-” And before you can tell him that you're going to cum, you feel it; you feel the sweet release, and your body finally relaxes.

He slowly pulls out his wet fingers and puts them in your mouth, “You came like you wanted my cock!” He tells you.

“I do” Is your quick answer after you lick his tattooed fingers “I still do.”

“And you'll have it if you pass your exam." He tells you teasingly and fixes your glasses on your face, “So you better get back to your books,” and kisses your forehead.

[ameliablakesblog]

Back of The Car- Carlos Sainz

Happy Day Three of Smutmas!

Carlos Sainz x Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT 18+ (Minors DNI), Swearing, Dirty talk in Spanish?, Public Sex A/N: Not going to lie I struggled to write this one, feel like it's so shit too :( I hope you guys enjoy- if it's not good I'm sorry!

“Fuck, you look gorgeous like this, quiero cogerte, mia amor”.

You moaned at his words, trying to keep the noise down to a minimum as to not draw too much attention to the car. You had been out for a meal, but you couldn’t resist your boyfriend. He knew white shirts were your weakness. Wearing one almost lazily on this Friday evening and his gorgeous curls pushed aside his head, he had you weak in the knees.

It almost seemed like he was enjoying teasing you during the meal. He was talking to you about some news article he had seen while rubbing his thumb around the top of his wine glass. You weren’t listening to a single word he had been saying, eyes drawn to his hands; thoughts conjuring in his head of what those hands could do to you.

It was when he took a sip of his wine, eyes closed and the moan of enjoyment he released was when you had had enough. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming too much; squirming in your seat trying to ease the pressure.

Fortunately, you knew what to do to get him where you wanted. Dirty words in his ear and your hand running tentatively over his growing bulge, he had you dragged out to the car all within ten minutes of your main course arriving.

You had expected him to drive you home, but no. Carlos, equally worked up over your choice in clothes for the evening, decided he couldn’t wait till they were back in the apartment. So, he drove you both to a deserted car park on the mountains, smacking your ass as he pushed you into the back seats.

He had you leant over the arm rest in between the front seats, pussy exposed to him. Your dress had been bunched up around your waist, tits exposed to him so he could watch them in awe as he fucked you. He hurriedly removed his cock from his pants, wanting to be inside of you quick as possible.

He quickly ran his cock over your folds, collecting your wetness. The feeling of him briefly touching your clit had you jerking forward; nearly hitting your head on the seat. You both laughed before quickly turning into moans as he thrusted into you.

One thing you loved about Carlos was the way he fucked. He fucked like a porn star, dirty words falling from his lips & the way he’d throw you around the bedroom- fucking you in different positions, the sex made you cock-hungry all the time.

Tonight was no different, except this time you were in a car. 

He first fucked you against the seats, his hand holding your waist in place while he grinded against your pussy. Your small pants giving him the encouragement he needed to keep going. He licked his thumb before moving it down to rub against your clit, knowing it would send you crazy.

You looked up at him, eyes half open at the pleasure. He groaned at the sight, you beneath him being his favourite site in the world. His hand was moved by you, as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking harshly. The gesture made him nearly finish; he shook his head in disbelief before smiling at the sight. “You drive me crazy mi amor”.

You opened your mouth to respond but was interrupted by Carlos switching positions. You now sat on top of him, his dick reaching new spots at this angle. You shut your eyes at the feeling before quickly opening them in shock. Carlos, the pornstar that he was, spat onto his cock, providing extra lubrication for you to ride him. The extra slickness made you whimper, the sex feeling too good.

Your started to bounce on his cock, feeling how perfect his cock fitted inside you. Carlos moans of encouragement kept you going, his mouth moving to slot over your nipple; biting harshly on the nub driving you closer to release.

“You drive me crazy, mi Corazon”. Your hips kept rocking against his hips at an unruly pace- his native tongue making you almost wetter. He could feel you getting closer, your movements starting to become sloppy. He wrapped his arms around you before grabbing your ass, guiding your movements with his hands. He groaned at the feeling, small curses leaving his lips at the way you were clenching at his cock.

You were chasing your high at this point, needing the release more and more. Your head was hitting the roof of the car but you didn’t care, the feeling of your orgasm approaching making you a moaning mess.

Finally your orgasm came, your head thrown back you practically screamed Carlos’ name. A hand wrapped around your throat and pulled your head back up, Carlos smiling at you before pressing his lips to yours. His hips relentlessly pounded up into yours, causing you to whimper at the sensitivity but Carlos didn’t care. He needed to see your face as he finished.

He kept fucking you, hand wrapped round your throat loving the way your jaw was slack at the feeling. His own orgasm came around very fast, quickly pulling out of you before releasing over your tummy. Breathless groans sounded in the car as you both watched his release hit against your lower tummy. He tapped his cock against your tummy before moving to push his cock back inside you, loving the feeling of your walls inviting him back in. You stayed like that, both just enjoying to post-sex feeling.

Eventually, you moved to get off him. Readjusting your dress to cover yourself, you moved to sit back in the front seat, Carlos following you. The car had steamed up from your antics, having to wait a bit before being able to pull away. As Carlos drove you home, you could feel the anxiety building inside you- what if somebody saw? But then you felt Carlos place his hand on your thigh, he gave it a small appreciative squeeze which made you look over at him and smile. All previous thoughts disappearing, while you instead appreciated just how lucky you were to find a guy like him.

[joesheistyy]

Sniffle Prevention

You had a terrible cold. When it came to sickness, you were able to hold your own. Except, this time around, it was different.

Joe had been out at football practice, and you were at home miserable. You had been having a hard time sleeping and even just breathing in general. Joe had tried with the home remedies, but this one was stubborn.

When Joe got home from practice, the first thing he did was come check on you. You were laying in bed with some mega dark circles, a glass of cold water, a box of tissues, and your favorite throw blanket. Joe gave you a pout, seeing your miserable state.

"Are you feeling any better after taking meds?" He asked, coming over to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Nope, still miserable," you sniffled, "I tried sleeping again, but I feel like my own snot is suffocating me," you tried to let out a laugh, but your throat was sore from having to be a mouth breather.

“Is it mostly when you lay down?” He questioned, sitting down on the edge of the bed facing you.

“Yeah, when I sit up it’s not as bad, but it still sucks,” you huffed, reaching for another tissue to try to clear your nose.

“Hmm, that’s difficult, isn’t it?” Joe gave you a soft smile as you nodded in response.

“I just wanna take a fucking nap or something. I’m so tired,” you groaned as Joe began to get up to go change from practice. He turned on the shower, suggesting one for yourself as well.

“Babe what about a warm bath? That might help clear you up,” he suggests after putting all his dirty clothes in the hamper of the bathroom.

“I mean that could be nice but I just feel like such ass,” you whined again, slowly moving to get out of bed.

“I think you should take one, I’ll get it started for you,” he said, starting the bath as his shower was still heating up. That’s one thing you both loved about the house. A nice big shower and a nice big tub. Separate from each other, but really nicely sized.

You submerged yourself in the water once it was ready and Joe hopped in the shower. You let your eyes close and your head tilt back in hopes of your sinuses draining even in the slightest. The warm water caused your body to relax a little bit, but your head still hurt from all the sniffling.

Joe hopped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. Was that one of the hottest things you had ever seen? It absolutely was. Joe loves it when you look at him the way you do when he wears a towel around his waist, but this day was different. He wanted you to feel better, no funny business.

“Any success in stuffy sniffle prevention?” He asks as he comes back in the bathroom after finding boxers and gym shorts.

“Once again, not really,” you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Damn baby, this is a tough one to crack,” he says, pulling your towel out of the towel warmer. You get out of the bath slowly while Joe wraps your towel around you, followed with his arms. He felt your body shiver from the cold air which caused him to pull your damp body in closer.

Joe helped you dry off and get comfy clothes on. You decided it was time to leave the stuffy bedroom for the first time all day. Anything to even try to lessen your symptoms.

Joe had made his way downstairs to make you some soup. You followed, walking toward the barstools to watch him at work in the kitchen. He made you a glass of water and scooted over a box of tissues for you.

While eating your soup, Joe cleaned up the bedroom and opened the window in hopes to make it a little less stuffy for you.

After you finished your soup, you set the bowl in the sink and headed back up to your room. You grabbed a new box of tissues and set them on your nightstand with your white Stanley tumbler filled with ice water.

Joe was laying in bed with open arms, welcoming you in. He had the switch turned on, getting ready to play super smash bros.

“Here babe, come sit on my lap. You can lean your head on my shoulder and sleep,” he said, pausing his game to allow you to climb on top of him.

This was one of those moments where sitting on his lap didn’t turn you on, it calmed you. You were able to get comfy, legs wrapping around his back and arms around his neck. Your head rested on the crook of his neck, still unable to smell his cologne because of congestion.

His arms were wrapped around your waist, looking at the screen ahead of him and spamming multiple buttons.

“Baby are you able to breathe a little better this way?” Joe asked, leaning to his left to give your cheek a kiss.

“A bit, yeah. I may fall asleep honestly,” you spoke with a sigh.

“Go ahead honey, I know you need some rest,” he said, nuzzling his head into yours to show some love to his sick baby.

“Are you sure?” You asked, leaning up to look toward his face briefly.

“Yes baby, I’m sure. You need to get a nap in or something, I can tell how tired you are,” he said, stroking your hair after pausing his game.

“Okay then, imma rest my head right here and try to sleep,” you said, nuzzling back into the crook of his neck.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes in hopes you could get even the slightest amount of sleep in. You were so tired after sleeping like shit the past few nights.

Joe continued smashing away at buttons, trying not to get too worked up over super smash bros. He knew his angel needed to sleep, and finding a comfortable way for you to sit up to breathe and to sleep comfortably at the same time was his ultimate goal.

As you dozed off, Joe kept quiet while playing his game. He dusted you in kisses and hugged you close, hoping that you’d soon be able to sleep soundly again. If this was all he could do to help you feel even the slightest bit better, he was all over it.

———

I hope y’all enjoyed this! I’ve had such a stubborn cold all week and while watching the game, my bf gave me a shot of everclear that I didn’t know was everclear cause I’ve been so badly congested 💀 so I hope the last bit of this makes sense cause I’m drunk and sitting by the toilet rn 🤣 I love y’all, thanks for almost 300 followers!!!

[lil-quinnie]

part I part II part III

modern!gamer!Eddie x f!reader x neighbor!Steve

Warnings +18 : dom!eddie, switch!Steve, sub!reader, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, daddy kink, rimjob, unprotected sex, cum eating, exhibitionism, little bit of degradation, anal play, threesome (MFM), angst,let me know if i missed something.

it's the first time i wrote any steddie interaction, hope you guys like it.

Word count: 6224

PLAY DIRTY

Eddie was sitting in front of the computer with a frown on his face, the only movement he made was scrolling his finger on the mouse, reading each and every disgusting comment that appeared in a video that strangely, he hadn't posted. The blue light bothered the eyes of the newly awakened Eddie, a large cup of black coffee (without sugar) in one hand, the cigarette in the other while the boy watched attentively each thrust that your tongue gave in his ass, he definitely didn't post this.

Every moan that came out of your mouth while playing with his ass made his cock harder, making him feel the visible tent that formed inside his black boxers.

Eddie had even forgotten why he was so mad at you, until he remembered the comments.

"mommy? what a joke"

"Eddie, who's the bitch now?"

"I bet if I knocked on the door right now I could fuck them both"

Oh! boy. Eddie was angry, smoke was coming out of his head. It's one thing to be exposed and become acclaimed, it's another to become a joke. He felt exposed and attacked by the one he trusted the most, you. even knowing that he had started this war.

You, like every Saturday, abused your hours in bed since there was no commitment or task to be done. You got out of bed around 2pm, strangely Eddie wasn't home, "weird" you thought. You started to open the curtains and windows letting the warm sunlight illuminate the entire kitchen and living room area. Still wearing Eddie's old Hellfire T-shirt, you put on your earpods and chose your favorite playlist, jumping up and down and dancing around the room as you sorted everything into place, trying to make the room as comfortable as possible so that when your boyfriend arrived he could give all the attention you've been craving for weeks.

You poured a generous dose of whiskey into your favorite glass, sat on the windowsill and lit a cigarette. Listening to music and watching the street go by, every time you close your eyes, flashes of last night flashed back into your mind, of how loving and romantic Eddie was with you even after you abused him, not just his body but his trust too. You knew it was the last peaceful moment you'd ever have, when you heard the boots tapping against the hardwood floor and the keys tapping nervously against the doorknob, yeah! you were fucked and you knew it.

Eddie opened the door and already machine-gunned you with his gaze, you felt cold from your belly, making you sigh as the boy approached you.

"Good morning baby, I woke up and you weren't anywhere, I missed you." you placed a light kiss on the motionless boy's lips

He pulled you out of your seat and dragged you to the sofa, throwing you on it, causing the drink glass to fly across the room, scattering the shards of your favorite glass on the floor.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" he looked down on you, as if you had committed a crime..

"The same as you when you did the same thing to me." you attacked him back, standing in front of him. "Or only you can have fun at my expense?" 

you tried to get past him you tried to walk past him but he held your wrist tightly 

"Do you know what people are calling me on the internet right now, my love?" 

he pulled you against his chest, lifting your chin with one finger, his eyes could burn holes into your skin with so much anger you could feel it radiating off of Eddie.

"It wasn't enough for me to be the freak,now I'm also the mama's boy, cool huh?".

You stared at him for a moment longer until your eyes were filled with blinding rage, you ripped your wrist from the boy's grip

“You can't be mama's boy but I can be the bitch?" 

you push him across the chest 

"A sex toy, cum dump?" 

you pushed again 

"I can be bitten, tied up..." you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat 

"You showed me like I was an animal ready for slaughter, you let them see everything only you should see , so, what was I thinking? asshole."

Eddie knew you were right, but he wasn't going to let you off the hook, he wanted you to feel the way he was feeling right now.

"You're going to have to make it up to me for this, you know that?" he said taking his car keys and wallet, putting everything inside his back pockets

"Make it up to you? what do you mean?" you crossed your arms against your chest and didn't let your gaze stray from eddie's

"Yeah, make it up to me. I can't go out like a mama's boy, and if you don't want to be exposed like a...cum dump, I'll find someone who does, and I'll bring them over here." he moved frighteningly close to you, you could feel his warm breath in your ear

"You can participate or not, it's up to you" The malicious smile that formed on Eddie's lips was palpable just by the tone of his voice.

You still hadn't processed what your boyfriend had whispered in your ear and when you realized it, he was already making his way to the door, when you decided to throw the empty whiskey bottle next to him. 

"You don't even dream of shit like that, Munson. If you bring someone into this apartment you'll have to deal with the consequences, without whimpering like, like a mama's boy" now it was your turn to smirk.

"We'll see"

 was all he said before opening the door and walking to the building's entrance, being pushed by the encouragement "FUCK YOU MUNSON" that came out of the deepest air you had in your lung.

You took the expensive whiskey that Eddie hid in the room and didn't care about the glasses, you downed long gulps straight from the neck, so numb with everything that was happening that you barely felt the woody taste of the drink and not even the burning that always followed of goals, nothing. 

You skirted around the shards of glass, now all strewn across the living room that you had just tidied up to spend the rest of the weekend in your loved one's arms, but instead…

"You didn't even try to protect me from the mean comments" you whispered to yourself, sipping your drink.

All Steve could hear through the thin walls of his apartment was the huge fight between his neighbor and her boyfriend.

It was a tangle of sounds, between screams, clapping hands and sarcastic laughs. Steve knew that Eddie wasn't a person with the cleanest vocabulary and he was surprised to find that you weren't far behind, such a pretty mouth spewing all kinds of bad words at Eddie.

The sound of breaking glass caused the entire floor to go silent, Steve could hear your shuddering breath and Eddie's breath was weak, almost inaudible.

The boy's heavy boots caused the old wooden floor to creak, a loud slam as the door shut, and the man's step lowered as he made his way out of the building.

Steve looking at the computer screen with the comments page still open, the red sign on the screen showed that Eddie was no longer online, but the comments that made the guy lose his sanity were still on the screen, Steve's was still on the screen.

"kngstv: I bet if I knocked on the door right now I could fuck them both"

Steve wasn't stupid, he knew what  Eddie had been doing for a while. Not only did he know, but he closely followed every new interaction in front of the camera.

It started with the first audio that Eddie purposely leaked of you guys having sex, Steve would listen to the audio over and over again, several nights of stroking his dick imagining both neighbors on their knees for him, he had memorized some lines from the audio and knew what was the right point that he wanted to reach his orgasm, the sound of your moans with Eddie's made Steve come harder each time.

When Eddie’s first live stream was recorded without authorization and shared by all social networks, Steve knew it was you, not because of your body, nor of Eddie's tattoos or long hair, it was because of your moans and the guttural pleasure that you released at every praise eddie’s give to you. He heard these moans for months by now,living wall to wall with you, he knows every type of sound you can make on bed.

Steve had some privileges now that he was your neighbor. He knew what the fight was about, he knew your side of the story and he knew your boyfriend's side. He knew you weren't going to accept the attitude Eddie was putting and he knew Eddie was too scared to actually choose another girl, and Steve  can't let the both of the hottest people he knows broke up. Not before he tasted you two together.

The loud knocking on your door brought your head out of the cycle of sadness, opening the door just a crack you saw your neighbor standing in the doorway, playing with his perfect hair, "he probably heard the fight" you think, opening the door the rest of the way , Steve smiled at you, causing you to let your guard down

"Hi pretty, is everything okay over here?" Steve said looking over your head, seeing glass everywhere "Holy shit, are you alright?" he said walking past you "Shit honey! Why are you barefoot?"

You looked down at your feet and a cry escaped "I-I don't know, I'm sorry"

"It's ok, c-come here, come on pretty girl, jump on my lap" and with that your legs circled Steve's body, until he carefully placed you on the couch. 

"So, do you want to talk about what happened?"

Steve started to collect the broken glass while you sipped your drink in silence, your eyes not leaving the half-empty glass.

"I did a bad thing to Eddie and now he wants to do an even worse thing to me" You sighed deeply and downed the rest of your drink. "I'm so tired of this internet thing, and views and likes, it's all bullshit."

Steve sat beside you, his warm palm resting against your bare thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "Sorry honey, but what does the internet have to do with Eddie breaking everything? I don't understand"

"Actually, I was the one who broke it, I was so mad I didn't even notice when it flew out of my hand."

Steve shook his head, picking up the last pieces of glass.

 "What a bad girl, Eddie should punish you for that, you know?",

 "No-no sir, I'm a good girl" You covered your mouth with both hands as soon as the sentence left your mouth.

Steve smirked and nodded "Then get a box so we can put all this glass, okay little girl?" You shook your head and went into the bedroom looking for a box.

Steve took advantage of your departure and ran to Eddie's desktop, thanking God that the boy saved his passwords, quickly logging into his twitch account, starting the live show, turning off the monitor and returning to his place, broom in hand .

"Here Stebie" You handed the box to the man and sat back down on the sofa, holding a glass of whiskey for him.

"What happened to 'sir'?" he laughs slyly and your cheeks start to turn red.

He put the trash in the corner and sat beside you, his fingers brushing yours as he took the glass, his body turned to face you, arm resting on the back of the couch and his free hand playing with a lock of your hair.

"So what was the fight about?" he asked quietly, still winding his own finger around your hair.

"It's stupid, Eddie can be so mean sometimes" you didn't mean to, but a pout formed on your lips.

"Don't be spoiled, pretty girl, Eddie treats you really well too."

 "I know" you said more to yourself

"What did he ask that made you so mad?"

"He, he said that he would find someone to bring home, whether I liked it or not, and that if I wanted to I could participate" your  eyes were filled with tears, when Steve's hands went to your face, holding it tight . Steve's thumb traced the path of your tear, down to your soft cheeks to your  cupid's bow, skirting your lips.

"Someone, huh?" Steve's voice was soft like velvet in your ear. "Didn't he say who? Was it a girl or a boy?" Steve's thumb is contouring your bottom lip now, pulling and pressing your fleshy lip, causing your mouth to be slightly open.

His thumb slowly entering your mouth, resting on your tongue, making you take a deeper breath "good girl" he he said taking his finger out of your mouth and smearing saliva across all your mouth "good fucking girl". he whispered, looking at you with pure lust and desire.

Looking at lover’s lake while smoking a joint, Eddie needed to get his head together before he came home and apologized to you. 30 minutes had already passed, he knew that was enough time to have you in agony, that was enough for today, he thought.

Getting into the van, he lit a cigarette and took out his cell phone. The device was hot with so many comments on twitch, on the videos page... and a small live signal appeared in the corner of the screen.

Eddie felt an icy shiver run down his spine, it felt like there wasn't enough air in the world to make Eddie breathe right now, seeing you sitting on the couch with none other than King Steve, who tormented Eddie for years, playing with a soft lock of your hair.

Eddie stood still watching the interaction, Steve knew what he was doing, he knew he was going to break your armor soon, he knew that Eddie was probably watching and going home and he knew that few options were left for the metalhead. Either he plays Steve's game or he's going to continue being a cuckold mama's boy.

The stream chat beeped more and more, causing Eddie's phone to keep vibrating,

"Does Eddie know or is he a cuckold?",

"They are going to fuck this bitch together, i’m telling."

“She’s a fucking whore, wanna taste too”

Eddie was fucked, he knew his only way out now was to carry on with whatever he caught Steve doing to you, damn Harington! he couldn't let the freak get better of him.

You were huddled in almost Steve's lap, while Steve's hands caressed all the exposed skin on your body, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, squeezing your waist tighter, making you bite your lip, trying to suppress the tears.

The sound of the key turning inside the bolt echoed through the apartment, causing Steve's whispers to stop. He could feel your body tense in his lap, and with a few tight squeezes around your waist, he tried to give you some reassurance, even though he was also terrified.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't Mr. King Steve" Eddie stopped with his arms crossed, watching the scene, your body wrapped around Steve's, his hand on your bare skin. It was possible to hear Eddie's teeth grinding so hard his bite was making his heart race.

Eddie walked over calmly and sat next to you and Steve, making himself comfortable. He pushed the hair out of your face, staring at your glossy eyes and with a strong grip, pulled your face against his, forcing your lips to his. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and nipping in a desperate kiss, wanting to show everyone who you belonged to, who owned you.

"I told you that you could choose whether or not to participate with the other person," Eddie said, holding your face tightly, biting your lip. "But it looks like you chose to participate, and choose even the person, doesn't it! you little whore?" 

Eddie slapped you across the face, making your ear ring "I asked you a question, slut" his free hand went to your neck, squeezing hard "yes" you said between ragged breaths.

"Good". he said nonchalantly.

Eddie looked at you with disdain and turned his gaze to the other man 

"Are you in, King Steve?"

"yeah, yeah! of course I'm in" Steve said, putting you on the couch and standing next to Eddie, both of their backs facing away from the webcam.

"I know you planned this, you asshole. And as soon as this shit is over, I'm going to beat the shit out of you" Eddie snapped at Steve, who in turn could only smirk.

"Here are the rules, you're only going to do what I let you do. You gotta ask me to and if I let you, you do it.” Eddie smirks to Steve, “ you gotta do it right, ok big boy?"

"r-right" Steve now understood why you called him daddy, something about the man's bossy tone made Steve's dick tremble inside his boxers.

"Hey! lil princess. Stand up and let Steve take all your clothes off, shall you?"

 Eddie demanded, sitting back in his gaming chair. He could see the shame and fear in your eyes and it turned him on even more. "I don't like to repeat what I said."

You stood up and shivered as you felt Steve's warm hands on the hem of your shirt

 "But E-eddie I don't think..." You were cut off, by eddie's hand slamming against your cheek again 

"Disgusting.bitches.like you.don't.speak." he said cupping your face, squeezing so hard your  lips were half parted. "Open your mouth, bitch, open your mouth wide for me,yeah,that’s it” a globe of saliva travels from eddies mouth to yours “good fucking job, that’s a good girl, swallow it for us babe." Eddie wiped the corners of your mouth while returning to his place.

"Kiss her Stevie” he said mockingly “I want you to taste me in her mouth so you don't forget who she belongs to." Steve's hands were already on your face and his lips were pressed against yours, tongue kissing you, he moaned into your mouth as he felt the taste of Eddie on your tongue, making his cock press against the zipper of his pants.

Your body rubbing against the boy's, causing his hands to squeeze the fat of your ass, eliciting moans from your pretty mouth

"mhm, fuck Stevie, I can feel your cock on my thigh, it's so... big" you meowled. 

Steve and Eddie groaned together hearing your words, pressing harder his body into yours.

"Now take her clothes off big boy, nothing you haven't already seen" he said, you could feel the evil on his voice, making your face burn with embarrassment.

Steve took off your T-shirt slowly through your body, fingertips teasing your warm skin, leaving your two peaked nipples on display for the two men in front of you.

"Go on, you can touch them Harrington” Eddie said with his low voice, “this slut begging for it, beg slut, beg him to touch you."

"please please Steve touch me.” your eyes pleading to steve touch you “I've been a good girl Steve! I've been a good girl sir! touch me please" you almost cry at the boy.

"Such a fucking good girl, so obedient, so good for us! Can I touch her Eds?"

Eddie just nodded as he felt himself through his pants, letting a low moan escape when he saw Steve's lips connecting with your nipple. You squirmed each time Steve bit down on your nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers. His mouth bit and left little marks all around your breast, making you moan louder and louder.

"I bet you're wet” Eddie said, palming his dick through his pants, “you're so dumb when you're horny, a whore for any attention”he said, approaching you,He cupped your face gently, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, he connected his forehead with your, looking into your eyes.

"Are you okay princess?" he whispered just for you to hear, his gentle eyes searching in your beautiful face for any sign of discomfort, but there was none, you just nod.

“Put your hand on her pussy, see how wet she is for us, king steve." Eddie turned his eyes to Steve’s, smirking at him.

Steve's fingers made their way down your body, past the waistband of your panties, fingertips playing with your pubic hair, lightly brushing your clit, causing you to gasp.

Steve's free hand held you still by your waist, his fingertips circling your entrance now, collecting all your arousal, lubricating his middle finger, your arms round Steve’s neck, his chest pressed at your back, hairchest tickling your skin, your tities full displayed for eddie, and Steve pushing his finger into your tight pussy, slowly, so slowly.

So slowly that you started to press your pussy against his fist.

"Greddy" Steve said pulling his finger out of you completely “greddy sluts don't get nothing, princess" he said, pulling away from you and standing up, adjusting his cock, so hard it was throbbing.

"Not to mention, that  Daddy said I need to ask him to touch you"

Something about hearing King Steve call Eddie daddy made him groan and drop his head back. "Fuck" Eddie huffed, getting up from his chair, his hand gripping Steve’s hair, noses almost bumping “what you did you call me, big boy?” Eddie said, almost sighing staring at Steve's delicious lips. “Daddy” Steve's voice was small,eyes never living Eddie’s gaze, he licked his lips and Eddie took it as an invitation.

The kiss was brutal,fighting for dominance, tongue and lips, moans and whimpers, Steve’s hands gripping at the hem of Eddie’s shirt, almost ripping it from your boyfriend’s body. Steve’s mouth traveled from Eddie’s lips, to his neck until his nipple, sucking and giving it cat licks, making Eddie moan and chuckles “Greddy tonight, aren’t we?” moving away from Steve and sitting across both of you, “C’mom big boy, make daddy proud” pointing at you with head.

Steve knelt in front of you, running his hands along the length of your leg, Eddie put his hand on the boy's chin, turning his face to his "but be a good boy and don't let her come, ok handsome?". Steve gasps at the pierced look on Eddie's face “o-ok daddy, i’ll be your good boy”, eddie only gives him a smirk.

The pain in Steve's dick was so bad that he had to unbutton his pants, trying to relieve the pressure, Eddie's gaze was glued to the outline of Steve's dick in his white underwear, he could see the small stain of pre-cum In the see-through underwear, leaving the pink tip of Steve showing, Eddie bit his lip.

"s-sir" you broke the boy's trance. 

"Oh, poor thing, you kept her waiting, Harington, I wonder why…" Eddie's hand squeezed Steve's shoulder lightly

"Come on little girl, what were you going to say?” Eddie proceeded. 

"mhm” you nod “thanks daddy. I wanted to ask ‘sir’ to take your shirt off, please".

Steve didn't wait for another word, he ripped off his shirt with one hand and with the other he already grabbed the waistband of your panties, pulling them by your leg and throwing them in some corner of the room. Sinking his face into your pussy, Steve suckled you like a starving man, licking and sucking your clit, his fingers circled your entrance, thrusting into your tight little hole all at once, you cried at the curved movement of Steve's fingers , hitting the right place. The pressure of his lips around your clit making your back arch, Steve increased the speed of the thrusts, making you moan pornographicly, he could have sworn it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"Nice, huh?" Eddie bragged, "y-yeah! she's perfect, mean, she sounds perfect". Steve answers with his face still buried on your sweet cunt.

Steve was slowing down his thrusts and sucking her clit one last time, leaving you whining and frustrated.

"I've been a good girl, sir! please, please" you almost cried begging for the touch, any touch from the visibly excited man in front of you. 

Steve was big but no thicker than Eddie. The abdomen is clearly harder than your boyfriend's, adorned with hair, making your mouth water, not going unnoticed by Eddie, who already had his cock in his hand while masturbating watching another man eating you out.

"What do you think baby girl, Steve deserves to be repaid? Did he eat your nice little pussy good? Did he make you feel good?" Eddie said, still with his cock in his hand, leaking pre-cum from the swollen head. The words going straight to your core, making you moan out loud

"Yes! please daddy let me suck Steve's dick, he did a good job" Eddie's hand slammed hard against the fat on your ass "That's a good girl, a good slut for us, suck Stevie’s dick babe, I want to see your mouth full of his dick"

Steve let a groan escape through his nose watching you position yourself on your knees on the floor in front of him. Your hands massaged Steve's hard cock, making him hiss. He knew what you were capable of doing, he watched countless times from yesterday to today the video where you emasculate Eddie with such dexterity.

But seeing you like this, so vulnerable and in a hurry to make him feel good, Steve's perverted thoughts came back to him.

"Ask me nicely to put your mouth on my big cock, slut"

"please sir, can I put your dick in my mouth?" your fingers trailing up Steve's thigh, resting on the waistband of the man's underwear. "make you feel good?" lightly pulling his boxers down, sliding down his legs to join a pile of clothes thrown in the corner of the room.

Steve's big cock as soon as freed from his boxers came up against his abdomen, you could see the pre-cum stains glistening against the man's skin "can I taste you sir?" you could hear Eddie moaning as he massaged the tip of his cock, Steve let his head fall back 

"Fuck princess, yeah! you can taste my cock"

You licked your palm before enveloping Steve's cock with your manicured fingers, moving up and down slowly, making Steve squirm under your touch.

"mhm, thank you sir, thank you very much" and with an innocent smile, you sank your mouth around the head of Steve's cock, giving light sucks, making the man go crazy

"fuck that's it, good girl" his hands on your hair, encouraging your mouth to go deeper on his cock, Eddie still masturbating, now sitting next to Steve, watching his head move up and down on another man's cock.

Steve started to move his hips against her face, fucking her face hard. Moans from him vibrated against the length of his cock, making him moan louder. When you were almost out of air, Steve released you from his cock making him moan at the lack of contact with his lips.

The man's hands squeezing his boyfriend's thigh as he touched himself, Eddie could feel Steve's eyes on his cock, he slid his hand slowly along the entire length of his cock, biting his lips containing a malicious smile, he pressed and massaged the head of his cock, his gaze never leaving Steve's face, as a drop of pre-cum trickled down the tip, steve let out a groan from the back of his throat.

"Wanna try it, big boy?"

Steve's eyes flew to his, looking for some kind of judgment but found only approval. "I-I never... I never did that daddy" Steve's so small voice made you moan louder than you expected.

You crawled until you were between your boyfriend's legs, his hands were against your face, holding you as if you were very fragile "hi pretty baby" he smiled, you lightly kissed his lips "hi daddy" you laughed down and continued "can I teach Steve how to suck your dick?"

Steve's heavy hand met the fat of your ass in a hard slap, making you cry and bite your lip.

"What did you just call me?" Steve asked, mirroring Eddie's words earlier.

"Sorry sir, I'm really sorry, can I teach you? please, I want you to feel how good daddy's dick is"

Eddie appears tired of the interaction and buried your face in his cock, causing the tip to hit the back of your throat, you gasped and coughed around his cock and felt your little pussy oozing from his crass attitude "That's it baby, choke on that dick, that's right, you stupid bitch, swallow it all" Eddie fucked his face mercilessly, moaning and growling at the feel of her throat around him.

He stopped your movements by pulling you by the hair, smiling at the sight of your swollen lips, chin and neck glistening with the amount of saliva that escaped his mouth. "Kiss her" he demanded, Steve quickly pressed his lips to his, his tongue not asking for permission, invading his mouth and moaning when he felt the taste of Eddie's cock on his tongue.

"That's it, good boy" Eddie's hands in Steve's hair "Now, you're going to lick her clean, swallow all the juice, the mixture of my cock and the sweet taste of my princess, ok?" you and the other man moaned at the same time "But first, come here whore" he handled your body, placing you in his lap.

He slid the head of the cock into your pussy, collecting all the juices of your arousal, making you moan loudly at the sensation against your clits, "Do you like that? hmm, that's right moan my name" You started to lower your hips looking for friction "please, daddy please!" you moaned almost desperately.

Eddie circled your entrance and slowly sank you into his cock, making you stretch inch by inch, his cock filling you deliciously, the rhythm he established allowing Steve to continue licking the mess Eddie left in your mouth.

Your hand enveloped Steve's cock, sliding up and down, making the man moan, the rhythm of Eddie's thrusts into your poor pussy increased with the sound of the moaning man who was fucking his girlfriend's hand. Steve's hand went to your clit, massaging, pushing you over the edge.

"Can I come? please can I come? I've been a good girl. Daddy? Sir? please" the fat tears started to run down your face "fucking yes! cream my whole cock, come on me babe. Be a good whore and cream all of my cock" and with this, your orgasm washed over your body, collapsed into your boyfriend's sweaty chest. He took you off his lap and laid you down gently on the couch, letting you get back to your normal self within your time, kissing your calf.

Eddie's gaze went to Steve who was already staring at him. Eddie draped his arms over the back of the couch and spread his legs slightly apart, getting comfortable. His cock trembled at Steve's look of desire, Steve's mouth watering at the sight of your cum running down Eddie's cock, making it gleam.

"Come here big boy, won't you be a good boy and clean up daddy?" Eddie said, making Steve groan and you sigh.

Eddie brought Steve's lips to theirs, kissing soft but firm at the same time, his hands roaming the boy's body, encircling Steve's cock with his big, callused hands "Would you be a good boy for me?" Eddie continued massaging Steve's hard member.

"y-yes daddy, I'll be your good boy" Steve finished the sentence getting on all fours on the couch, head down and ass up, his mouth wasn't as soft as yours but the feel of Steve's strong jaw opening and encompassing the head of eddie's cock caused his head to fall back "That's it my good boy" steve moaned tracing delicious vibrations on your boyfriend's cock, steve's head bobbed up and down on eddie's cock,strong hands playing with his balls, making Eddie fuck Steve's mouth in response to the boy's movements.

You recovered from your orgasm, propping yourself up on your elbows and finding the hottest scene, Steve's round ass exposed to you, as he rubbed his erect cock against one of the sofa cushions seeking any form of release. Your boyfriend's dick burying himself in his neighbor's throat, Eddie fucked his mouth deftly, moaning shamelessly.

His eyes met your face, your eyes on Steve's ass, you looked mesmerized. 

Eddie was smirking at you when his gaze returned to his, he just nodded, confirming the request that was written on his perfect face.

You knelt behind Steve, your hand squeezing his cock and balls at the same time, making Steve moan and as a result, Eddie rolled his eyes at the vibration. 

You started to slide your hand on Steve's cock, masturbating him while your delicate lips attacked the boy's balls. Eddie took advantage of Steve's distraction and grabbed his head, fucking the man's mouth with more desire, while Steve moaned desperately you took your wet tongue to Steve's puckered hole, licking lightly, massaging the ass of the man who moaned so hotly wrapped around from Eddie's dick.

"fuck fuck fuck" Eddie said each time Steve's body jumped forward with the attack on his asshole. 

Steve increased the pace of the blowjob, his hands gliding easily over the man's balls with the amount of saliva that oozed from Eddie's cock. "I want to cum in your ass, do you want to make daddy happy? be a good boy to me?"

Eddie knelt down behind Steve, who was now eating your pussy so eagerly, trying to get at least one more orgasm out of you.

His throat being opened the size of Steve's cock as he fucked his mouth carelessly, you underneath Steve in a delicious 69, leaving his ass high so Eddie could fill his asshole with cum.

Eddie promised Steve he'd just put the tip in and so he did, brushing the swollen head across Steve's asshole, which all made him fuck his throat deeper as Eddie pressed his asshole, trying to enlarge his neighbor's asshole.

As soon as Eddie got inside, he slowly fucked Steve's ass, making the neighbor moan desperately "oh! fuck I need to come, can I cum in your mouth princess?" Steve asked desperately but not stopping eating on your pussy so good.

Eddie was already on edge, head thrown back, head jammed in Steve's ass as he worked his length with his own hand. "Oh!fuck, make her come Steve, now!" 

Eddie said with the thrusts starting to get awkward, Steve with 2 fingers stuck in your pussy as he sucked you, you with your lips tight around Steve's cock. "Can i cum in her mouth? Can I, daddy?"

"Fuck you can" Eddie said squeezing their hands on Steve's hips, Eddie's strong grip bringing Steve to his climax, white strings of cum painting the walls of his throat, Steve's mouth sucked on the right spot of her pussy, fingers pressing into that spongy place making you squirting, soaking Steve's face.Eddie wasn't far behind, filling Steve's asshole with his hot cum, the three of them collapsing onto the couch, you couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. 

You were sandwiched between the boys, when a low chuckle left your lips, piquing the boys' curiosity.

"Damn, that was...something" you chuckled and broke free of the boys' embrace, heading to the bathroom to clean up a bit.

Alone now, Eddie and Steve exchanged incriminating glances, the lopsided grin making the men look like playful little boys. Steve was the first to break the silence

"I didn't think your plan would work so well," he said, brushing the hair out of the boy's face.

Eddie chuckled and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag and passing it to Steve, who happily accepted it.

"I told you, It's just make her mad and she turns into a fuckgirl" he winked at Steve, getting up from the sofa and sitting in front of the computer, eyes roaming the screen, reading all the comments, he could only smirk.

"Yeap! I think we broke the internet Harrington" Eddie said casually, turning off the machine and making his way to the bathroom to enjoy the shower with you. Steve continued to sit on the couch, not sure what to do.

"Are you coming or not Steve?" Eddie's low, husky voice made Steve shiver

"yes, yes I will Munson" Eddie smiled fondly at Steve, throwing a towel hard at Steve.

"For your modesty, man" he chuckled

"Nothing you haven't already seen" Steve raised one of his eyebrows and winked back at Eddie.

"Come on boys, I'm exhausted and hungry, let's shower soon and watch a movie" your sweet harmonic voice making both boys smile widely

"We're going babe" they said together causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head

"Now I have two assholes to take care of" you said to yourself.

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Special thanks to @omenhel who put up with me complaining and gave me great ideas, I love you bub <3

[indouloureux]

Could I request the reader getting pretty wasted and proposing to Eddie/Joe cause they already bought a ring and been trying to propose

hanshksjss okay im supposed to be asleep but i cant get this out of my head so enjoy enjoy

"joeeeeeey,"

he snickers, an arm around your waist and a hand on his key that he keeps on stabbing on the keyhole. "yes, love?"

"i gotta pee." you nestle your head on the crook of his neck, pouting. "and i'm really hungry."

"you can't eat now, lovie. it's late—aha!" finally, the door unlocks, hinges pushing the wooden frame until the doorknob hits the wall. joseph guides you inside, kicking the door shut and throws the keys aside, half-carrying you to your bedroom.

you whine, clasping onto his sleeve. "but i'm hungry."

"and you're going to vomit." he gently lays you on the bed, feet on the ground but your upper body sinks onto the mattress as he takes your calves into his hands, pulling on your shoes and throws them aside. "you need help to go to the bathroom, little miss?"

you nod as he toes his shoes off. your arms raise, hands grabbing at nothing as a silent plea to pull you up. joseph does do, struggling from your weight and how your body has slumped in all its inebriation.

worried that your legs might give halfway, he bends down to wrap his arms beneath your bum, and lifts you up to his chest. you instantly wrap your arms around his neck, digging your nose to the crevice that connects his shoulder and jawline.

"why're you carrying me?" you mumble, almost incoherent. joseph nudges the door to the bathroom open, sitting you down on the sink before he flips the switch open.

"because you're too drunk to walk, baby." he smiles patiently at you, opening the toilet lid. "now go potty. think you can do that?" you nod, rubbing your eye. joseph tuts, removing the finger from your eyelid and kissing it. "don't scratch. i'll take out your clothes and go pee, okay?"

it takes two minutes until you're back in your bedroom, drunkenly brushing your teeth in his guidance. joseph rid of his clothes, tossing it on the laundry bag before he helps you remove yours. it's tedious, the way he patiently instructs you to raise your arms so he can pull your shirt from your head, how he lets you remove your jeans yourself as he gets you a glass of water and comes back to you wearing the shirt he's supposed to wear.

he's setting the glass on the table on your side. you pull on his collar, urging him to sit in front of you cross-legged. and he does, coming up merely in a pair of sweatpants and shirtless, laughs at the way your drunk hands trace every ridge of his torso before you're leaning in to rest your head on his chest.

but you're not done — he's got pads in his thumb and index finger, and a bottle of makeup remover in the other hand. he carefully spurts the liquid out onto the pad, carefully takes your face in his hands and dabs the cotton on your eyes gently.

"had fun today? — oh, careful." he wraps a vacant hand on your arm to keep you steady, tittering that you almost fell asleep. you babble a small ‘yes’, tugging on the tie of his sweatpants. he watches as the dark kohl disappears into a smudged ebony tear, disappearing when he wipes it again. "bet you did. you're drunk out of your arse, baby."

"yeah, but you said you're on driving duty today," you slur, closing your eyes tightly as he rubs the alcohol across your eyelids. "can i have some water, please?"

he's throwing the cotton aside as joseph reaches beside you to take the glass in his hand, keeping it in place as both your hands come to cup around his and let the water cleanse all booze on your throat. "careful, baby. don't swallow quick."

by the time the glass has nothing but a smidge of water left, he puts it back where he's taken it. you whine irrationally, taking your face into his hands, squishing his cheeks together until he laughs.

"what's up dove, huh?" he chuckles.

"nothing," you shake your head too vigorously, leaning in close until the tip of your nose grazes his cheek, but never kissing him as you whisper. "marry me, joe."

his smile falls a little, and suddenly there's panic that makes his heart beat a little faster, taking a quick glance behind him where his coat hangs behind your door, looking directly at the pocket where he can see the faint indentation of the small box.

you frown when you drop your hands down to your lap, and he whips his head back at you. "aw, baby i'm sorry," he takes your hands and places it on his face again. "can you tell me what you said again?"

"marry me," you repeat. "i bought you a ring,"

he feels all the blood drain from his face, feeling it replaced by something that's an ocean of confusion. "what?"

"i bought one last week," you close your eyes. "although, i think i might have lost it."

joseph thinks how all the stress he's poured on to choosing the perfect ring must have been futile because here you were, drunkenly proposing without a ring. his doubts make him wonder if this was all a joke, until you started talking again.

"we were supposed to go back home," you murmur. "and i was supposed to drag you to your favorite spot your parents told me about. then i was going to propose."

joseph blushes. "yeah?"

"yeah," you sigh. "but i lost it. i don't know where it is and i-" you sniffle, joseph gasps silently at the tears that's starting to form. "i'm sorry, joey. i lost the ring."

you sob, loud as if you had been heartbroken. really, if he hadn't been so nice, he would have laughed because 1.) he still had the chance left to propose first and 2.) because drunk people crying was funny for him.

joseph takes you into his arms and shushes you, a hand to the back of your head and lets you cry onto his bare shoulder. "it's okay, baby. it's okay. i still love you."

you sniff. "even though i lost the ring?"

he leans back to kiss your forehead. "even though you lost the ring." he repeats. and had you not been drunk, he would have said yes.

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[plnkdemon]

imagine the shit diavolo would try to pull after you start sharing human world movies with him….

i’m not even a diavolo simp but it’d be so sweet to see him go absolutely all out, putting the king’s fortune to good use to make you feel like you’re in a fairytale or a cheesy romcom that you grew up with.

you can’t even finish dirty dancing before he’s standing and pulling you to your feet, demanding that you leap so he can catch you in the air.

you watch cinderella and he’s sending barbatos to scour the three realms for a pair of glass slippers that perfectly fit your feet. he doesn’t care if you wear them — glass slippers can’t be very comfortable after all — but he just wants you to have them. to know that he’s more than willing and able to bring your dreams to life.

you watch beauty and the beast and he surprises you with the castle’s main library, gently guiding you inside because you’re so gobsmacked at the sheer quantity of books in this one room. (he waits to tell you that this is only one of many, fearful that you might faint at the thought.)

you watch aladdin and he mumbles a spell under his breath, causing the rug that you both were sprawled across to levitate. it makes the pillows that surrounded you both to tumble to the floor but it’s more than worth it to see the wonder in your eyes as you hold tightly onto his arm.

you watch titanic and he has the sense to not call his navy to reserve a ship for him to take you on, but that doesn’t stop him from taking you to the balconies on the top floors of his castle to look out on the realm that he presides over. it takes everything in him to not ask you to rule beside him when you throw your arms wide and throw your head back with a smile that rivals the beauty of all the gems in his treasury.

you watch roman holiday and barbatos will find him daydreaming when he’s supposed to be working. he can’t help but lose himself in an alternate reality where the two of you have switched places: you, a royal, and him, not a prince but just a normal man and still in love with you. (he doesn’t say it but he thinks there must not be a single world where he isn’t madly in love with you. his love feels so pure and true that it transcends the laws of reality.)

you watch breakfast at tiffany’s and he begs barbatos and lucifer to have a tiffany store opened in the devildom so he can buy you pastries and bring you to it, only to end up buying the store’s entire inventory for you.

you watch the notebook and have to stay the night to comfort him because the thought of your mortality frightens him so deeply. eventually he’s convinced that it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all because he would give anything feel you hands holding his face so gently, kissing away his tears and not being scared off by the intensity of his emotions. he’s been isolated his entire life and finally feeling something other than boredom — let alone something so all-encompassing and soul-crushing as love — is so overwhelming, but you don’t shame him for it.

you watch the princess bride and he knows he would do anything and everything to get you back if somehow you were stolen away from him. it doesn’t matter how many movies the two of you watch, he feels the overwhelming urge to reenact them all because he’s scared that at the end of your life, he’ll be left with too much love for you that it’ll drown him. diavolo couldn’t keep living if he knew that when you moved on, he had failed to show you the depths and unconditionality of his love, so he has to show you in every possible way, even if they aren’t his original ideas. but he doesn’t think you mind when you laugh and cradle his face in your hands so gently as though he were porcelain. your love is so beautiful to him — a mere demon — he might over-compensate sometimes in his grand gestures but you always take the chance to assure him that the message is received, and reciprocated.

bonus: he cries the first times you use little human phrases like “i love you to the moon and back,” “i’m head over heels for you,” and “i get butterflies in my stomach whenever we’re together.” he doesn’t get them (at all) but it’s so inexplicably wonderful nonetheless.

[tennypress]

Bodyguard gun x reader smut?

🐝👍❤️

minors dni

WARNING: makeup sex, hot and bothered reader and gun, gender neutral reader

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe”

Your father had introduce to you and your sister 2 young boys. One with glasses and another with sunglasses. Obviously these two boys might impact your life

A couple of years later your sitting with the two boys as your on your phone while they were both sparring.

“Is that all you got huh? Trying to impress our boss over there” he points to you. Obviously you weren’t as affected since the two of them were always fighting over the smallest things. This time it being who gets to decide what alcohol to drink. Gun suggesting wine while Goo suggested Beer.

Gun obviously doesn’t answer as he went back to continuing throwing punches and kicks at Goo.

You were obviously bored and thirsty so you decided to go to your refrigerator and grab some Soju. Going back to your room to binge watch some dramas

After a couple of hours Gun and Goo decided to do a tie and looked back to where you originally sat and saw that you were gone. Panicking they made another deal. Whoever found you gets to drink with you. And surprisingly Goo lost. Gun had found you on your game console playing animal crossing and decided to sit with you.

You pushed him off your bed since he was dirty and covered in blood and offered to bandage him up if he showered first

After a couple of minutes he comes out in a dove with shorts you had provided him with. He sat down on a nearby stool while you grabbed your first aid kit under your bed. You bandaged him off and went back on your game console.

“You mad at me? He said as he sat down next to you. Straddling your waist you try to ignore him but he was to close to your face. Giving off a slight hue if red on your cheeks.

“Maybe” you managed to say as you went back to fishing on your island

“How about I make it up to you” he says as he climbs on top of you pushing aside your switch.

You just brought him close to you and he kisses you. You both were kissing messy while he takes off your pants and shirt. Leaving you in your panties

“I see your wearing the one I bought for you” indeed you were wearing a red thong with black laces and a cute little dark red bow on the top middle

You just blushing while he continues to kiss you and shimmies off his pants leaving him in his boxer

You managed to flip him over on his back and you sat on top of him, grinding on his hard boner.

And then the rest was history

[dazed-diary]

sugar, spice, and everything nice

summary: you decide to bake brownies in the middle of the night, bakugou just wants a glass of water, the two of you have a conversation

bkg x gn!reader - wc: 3.5k

warnings: just some cursing here and there, that's all!

“Ah, shit.”

You let out a curse under your breath, already moving to get a spoon to retrieve the piece of eggshell that had managed to escape into the batter. With slow and careful movements, you guided the spoon up the inside of the bowl while balancing the frivolous escapee that was threatening to slip back into the batter on the tip.

It was the middle of a Thursday night and the U.A. dorms were asleep, the students being exhausted after the recent spike in villain activities. It was understandable, being tired with everything that was going on, although for some reason, you couldn’t seem to fall asleep at all, seemingly too much on your mind. After alternating between tossing and turning in your bed and mindlessly staring at the dark ceiling for what felt like hours – a look at the time told you it actually had been hours – the urge to bake brownies had inexplicably taken a hold of you. 

For a moment you had just laid there, weighing the pros and cons of a spontaneous past-curfew, definitely-against-the-rules trip to the dorm kitchen for a midnight baking-session, when, after a couple seconds of inner debate, you had decided to just go through with it, throwing the covers off of yourself with a quiet “fuck it”. 

Now you were here, in the kitchen, trying really hard not to make a sound in order to not wake any others – you had even resolved to mixing everything with a whisk instead of a hand mixer, even though an annoying voice at the back of your head was telling you that the bedrooms were too far from the kitchen for anybody to hear you, anyways. 

Nevertheless, now you were dedicated to see this through to the end and continued on whisking away. Once you were satisfied with the look of the batter, you moved on to measure the flour, when, all of a sudden, the ceiling lights of the kitchen turned on, startling you. Originally, you had only turned on the small light above the stove in order not to draw attention from outside, even resorting to your phone flashlight to find the ingredients you needed in the cupboards, so the bright lights from above were a little blinding.

“What the-“, disoriented, you shielded your eyes and turned around to the direction of where you thought the light switches were, trying to identify whoever had busted your little baking session. Still blinking to adjust to the sudden brightness, you expected Mr. Aizawa to be standing in the doorway, ready to give you a lecture. However, you were proven wrong as a gruff voice that definitely did not belong to your sensei cut through the silence.

“The fuck are you doing?” 

Bakugou Katsuki stood at the doorway, wearing sweatpants and a tank top, both in black, and looking at you as if you had just grown a second head or something.After recovering from the initial shock (and relief at not receiving detention for your stupid idea), you tried to think of a reasonable way to justify still being up.

“Uhhh…”, you said dumbly, trying to think of an explanation that wasn’t just ‘I couldn’t sleep so I did what any sensible person would do and started baking brownies in the middle of the night in our school’s dorm kitchen. Any more questions?

Instead, you uttered a lame “I’m…baking?”. 

Wow, what a great explanation. He surely wouldn’t think you were weird now.

If he doesn’t already think that, you told yourself.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at that, looking even more irritated than before and like he wanted to say something else, but he stopped himself, huffed out a breath of air and walked towards the cupboard with the glasses and cups, muttering something about him being “way to fuckin’ tired for this shit right now”. 

Still a bit stunned, you watched him fill a glass of water under the tab, lean on the counter and chug it. Before he could fill it up again, though, he seemed to notice your stare on him and he side-eyed you. “What.” 

Realizing that you must’ve probably looked even more insane now, you quickly avoided his piercing gaze and turned back to your brownies-in-progress, resuming your previously interrupted task of measuring the flour after muttering a quick “nothing!”

Pressing a few buttons on the scale, you added a quieter “I was just surprised to see someone else up, is all.” 

You grabbed another bowl and set it on the scale, daring to look up at him again, only to find his eyes still focused on you, much to your surprise. Somehow, the feeling of his eyes on you made you feel…nervous. You tried not to let it show and instead busied yourself with your phone, checking the rest of the recipe. Because he did not immediately make the move to head back to his room, you tried to drown out his presence as best as you could. 

Your relationship to Bakugou was…normal, you thought. As far as you were able to tell with his fiery attitude, he didn’t hate you. That was something, you supposed. He didn’t seem too concerned with you; in class when you were teamed up with him or pitted up against him in teams, he seemed to know enough about your quirk in order to form fitting strategies either with or against it, but when the two of you were teamed up there was someone else from class with you pretty much every time so the two of you had never quite been…alone like this, now that you thought about it. 

“The hell you making, anyway?” 

His voice interrupted your thoughts and you turned back to him, still leaned against the counter but his body angled more in your direction.

“Just some brownies for everyone, I thought we could eat them tomorrow after school or something.” Suddenly you had a thought. “I’ll probably just say I made them yesterday or something, they’ll probably think it’s weird I made them in the middle of the night. Like, who just bakes brownies instead of sleeping, right?”, you let out a nervous laugh at that. 

He stayed silent at that, leaving you to wallow in slight embarrassment, mulling over how you would explain to your classmates where the batch of brownies had magically appeared from. Was there a student with a brownie quirk at U.A.?

“You’re a dumbass.” 

“Huh?” You looked back up at him dumbfounded, eyes having unfocused with your internal chaotic monologue.

He rolled his eyes and walked past you, the scent of his cologne drifting past you in a wave of sandalwood and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. It smelled good. Not that it mattered.

“I said, you’re a dumbass.” Now on your other side, he grabbed the knife and cutting board with the chocolate you had prepared and started chopping.

“Wha-“, you cut yourself off, having to shake your head in order to process what was going on. “What are you doing?” 

“What’s it look like I’m doing? Cuttin’ your dumb chocolate for your dumb brownies or whatever,” he shot you a dirty look.

You wanted to argue that neither the chocolate nor the brownies were ‘dumb’, but you held yourself back. Instead, you rephrased the question because technically he had answered it. “Why are you doing that?”

He tch-ed. “Because it’s fucking late and we got team exercise tomorrow and I ain’t losin’ because some teammate of mine was too tired!” His brows were furrowed now and he was chopping faster, the chunks decreasing in size at an almost alarming rate. 

You stopped short. “There’s no guarantee for me being in your team, though.”

“What’d you say?”

“Huh? Uh, nothing, nothing.”

Choosing not to argue with him about his…peculiar way of talking, you watched him cut the chocolate. The pieces were pretty small now, however you figured it would be useless to tell him to stop at this point. Instead, you continued working on the batter, mixing the flour and cocoa powder into the bowl with the eggs, sugar and butter. A sort of comfortable silence settled over the two of you, the crunching of the chocolate under the knife and the whisk scraping the sides of the bowl somehow added to the atmosphere. 

After a while of whisking and spacing out you realized that you could no longer hear the chocolate being cut, so you turned to your right to see Bakugou rinsing off the knife in the sink. Your eyes then drifted to the cutting board where you beheld…chocolate…powder.

What in the-

You snorted. Before you could stop yourself, your whole body was shaken with giggles and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Bakugou’s head snapped towards you, his face contorted into an irritated frown.

“What the fuck?”, seemingly more irritated with each word, he got louder. “What’s so funny, huh?” Dropping the knife in the sink and drying his hands on a kitchen towel which was unceremoniously thrown somewhere on the counter, he walked so he was standing right in front of you. 

“Shhh”, you managed between giggles, “you’re being too loud!” After wiping a tear from your eye and taking another look at his face, where you thought you could see some confusion and maybe uncertainty hidden behind the irritation, you decided to explain the reason for your amusement to him. 

“The chocolate-“, you giggled, “you-“, you pointed towards the now-powder when you broke out into another fit of hushed laughter. 

“The fuck’s wrong with it?” he spat, looking at it for a moment before his eyes snapped back to your face. You failed to notice the tips of his ears reddening as his gaze lingered on your grinning mouth.

He genuinely seemed unaware as to what you were laughing about, so you tried to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath and holding back any more laughter that threatened to escape you, you changed your mind. “You know what? It’s fine.” Grabbing the cutting board, you dumped the powder into the batter and mixed it. “It’s perfect, see?” For better emphasis, you held the bowl so he could look at the contents, not that there was much to notice, but you somehow felt like reassuring him.

He scoffed. “Whatever.”

From the far end of the counter, you grabbed the tray you prepared and poured the batter inside before putting it in the oven, closing the door and setting the temperature. As you straightened your back, it was quiet again and the sudden awkwardness that filled the air made you want to busy your hands with something, so you started cleaning up. 

All the while you were putting back the ingredients to their places in the cupboards, you felt Bakugou’s eyes on you. For some reason, he hadn’t moved from his spot and all of a sudden you were reminded of the pajamas you were currently wearing: checkered blue pajama pants and an oversized, washed-out t-shirt with a character of a children’s TV show and the word SMILE! in bold, glittery letters on the front of the t-shirt. You felt blood rushing to your face and tried to subtly angle your body away from Bakugou. 

After another moment of silence that felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat from behind you. Currently, you were putting away the sugar (the last of your ingredients still standing around – after remembering your outfit you had tried to avoid having to use the cupboard closest to Bakugou) when you stole a glance at him. He looked like he wanted to say something, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times. 

“Don’t-“, he cut himself off, as if he was struggling to find the right words. After a pause of another few seconds, he said, “Don’t think so fucking much.”

“What?”

You turned towards him; ugly shirt forgotten. Out of all the things you’d expected him to say to you – hell, you wouldn’t even have been surprised if he’d just left without saying another word, seeing as you had basically made fun of him for cutting the chocolate weirdly – this wasn’t one of them. You didn’t even know what he meant. 

Bakugou’s brows were furrowed, his jaw clenched.

“It doesn’t matter.”, he said. “When you made the brownies, or whatever. It ain’t any of their business. You baked and they get to eat them, ‘s all they gotta know.”

You were dumbfounded. Staring at him, you searched for a reply, anything to respond, but he beat you to it. 

“Bein’ a hero too, and everything. I see you,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Hesitating. Overthinking. You’re not weak, so what the fuck are you doing?” 

You found it impossible to break the eye contact, his red eyes filled with anger and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. I see you.

He continued. “I’ve seen what you can do. Last week you fucking kicked four villains’ asses alone because they were an immediate danger to surrounding citizens. You acted fast because you knew waiting for backup from pros would have been too late and you immobilized those damn fuckers with a move that could’ve hurt the civilians if you were some extra without proper control over your quirk. But you aren’t. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. You have a strong quirk and unlike some other extras here,” his eyes narrowed at that, “you actually know how to use it. So do it. To win.”

To say you were shocked silent was putting it lightly. For a few moments after he was done talking, all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears and you hoped your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. At your expression, he seemed to realize the impact of his words at least a little bit. 

“Ah, shit- I didn’t mean-“ He slapped one hand over his mouth. You think you heard a muffled “fucking idiot”, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. 

In the meantime, you had somehow managed to regain a little bit of your composure to finally respond to him, albeit you were still stuttering a bit.

“Uhh, you-” Suddenly it was very hard to look him in the eyes. “I never knew you paid so much attention to me.”

That sent him over the edge. “What?!” Stumbling backwards, his expression contorted with some of his usual anger, but you could sense there was something more behind it. Embarrassment, maybe? You didn’t miss the way his eyes were darting around the room nervously, now anywhere but on you or how his cheeks seemed to just slightly redden in color, but you might have been imagining it, of course. 

Suddenly curious, you stepped forward. Untouchable, closed-off, self-centered Bakugou had just given you an extremely personal (and accurate) pep talk. He had read you like an open book, and although you’d known he was intelligent, somehow this hadn’t felt all that analytical and more…emotional.

Taking another step towards him and trying to fight the smile from coming onto your face, you whispered, “You’re being loud again, Bakugou.” After a pause, you got serious, “But, thanks, I guess. Hearing something like that coming from you means a lot to me.” 

At that, he regained his composure, narrowing his eyes. “Just stating the obvious. The only thing holding you back is yourself, it’s stupid.”

Wow, so much for some comforting words. You let out a breath of amusement, shaking your head, gaze travelling to the clock by the door. 

“Oh wow, it’s already two.”

At your words, Bakugou’s head also lifted towards the clock. “How long do these things take to bake, anyways?”

“Like, 20 minutes, I think. I better finish cleaning up, wouldn’t want to have to stay up much longer.” As you grabbed the dishes you had used, you realized something. “Hey, I’m not keeping you up, am I? I didn’t mean to make you stay here just because I started talking to you or anything.”

“You’re not doing shit.” Before you realized what he was doing, he grabbed two bowls from your hands and put them in the dishwasher. 

“Wha-”

“I told you you’re gonna be fucking tired tomorrow, so don’t complain.” He was facing away from you now, fishing the knife out from the dink and finishing cleaning it off.

You just stood there with your hands still in front of you from when he had taken the bowls, mouth opened in a slight gasp. 

When he noticed your silence, he turned around. “Stop standing around like some idiot, you wanna stay here until everyone else wakes up, or what?”

That woke you up from your stupor. He was right, you had already lost enough sleep time as it was, although even as you wiped the counters and took a look at the brownies in the oven, you were still wondering what was motivating Bakugou to stay up and even help you clean the kitchen. Especially knowing how particular he was about his own sleep schedule.

When you were finished, you took a look around the kitchen, checking for anything you might have missed. Satisfied when you couldn’t find anything, you turned to Bakugou, who was putting away his glass of water.

“Thanks,” you said, fiddling with your fingers. Him putting away the glass probably meant he would be going back to bed now, but you weren’t sure what to say. ‘Sleep well’? Internally, you laughed at yourself, picturing him counting fluffy little sheep.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He started walking towards the door, pausing once in the doorway. “Don’t stay up too long, [name].” And with that, he was gone. 

For seemingly the twentieth time this night, you were stunned silent. He had called you by your name. He hadn’t said ‘idiot’, ‘nerd’, or anything like that. He had said ‘[name]’. 

His words replayed in your mind over and over, until you remembered that the brownies were probably almost done now. You had to force yourself to move from your position, holding your hands to your cheeks in a futile attempt to cool down the blush that had formed on your face.

The next couple of minutes passed by in a haze, and before you knew it, you were lying in your bed again, having put the finished brownies in a box in the kitchen, hoping they wouldn’t be noticed by everyone immediately. 

“What just happened?”

You found yourself staring at the ceiling again, still hearing his voice at the back of your mind. It seemed your plan to bake some brownies and then to hopefully have an easier time falling asleep was not working out the way you had envisioned. 

“Ugh, freaking Bakugou,” you groaned, dragging your hands over your face. You remained like that for some time longer, before turning to lay on your side. You took a deep breath, attempting to calm your raging heartbeat, and closed your eyes.

Sleep finally embraced you, and you slept without interruptions for the rest of the night.

BONUS:

The next day, the class was gathered at Ground Beta and preparing for the already announced group exercise by drawing lots. You were one of the only ones left who hadn’t been assigned a team yet. As your name was called, you walked to the box with the lots in it and pulled a slip of paper out.

“You’re in team C, which makes that team complete.”, Mr. Aizawa said, although you weren’t really listening, frozen in place because if you remembered correctly, team C was-

“[name].”

Your head snapped to the owner of the voice, who was none other than Bakugou. Because of course.

“[name]. You gonna stand there all day? Get over here.”

He was using your name again and you found that it made operating like a normal person quite difficult. Your body moving in the direction of your team felt almost robotic; as you tried to avoid his gaze, you nearly stumbled over your own two feet. That woke you up from your stupor, and you mentally slapped yourself for acting like such an idiot.

“I fucking knew it. Because you didn’t sleep, you’re tripping over nothing like some dumbass,” he rolled his eyes. “I fucking told ya not to stay up so long, should’ve listened to me.” 

Now you were blushing furiously and you were pretty sure your heartbeat could be heard all the way back in the classrooms, but before you could think of something to say to him, Kirishima, who was another one of your teammates, cut in. 

“What? Dude, hold on! You were with [name] last night?” The redhead looked at his friend incredulously.

You were pretty sure you saw a vein popping on Bakugou’s temple as he yelled, “Ain’t none of your business, shitty hair, nobody asked for your opinion!”

Your mouth fell open. What a way to make this sound absolutely not weird.

“Alright, alright,” Kirishima laughed, holding his hands up in mock defence and shooting you a not-so-sly wink over his shoulder. “I won’t ask, man. I won’t ask.” 

Oh god. 

While Bakugou yelled some more about how that was not what he meant with some tiny explosions coming out of his palm, you pinched the bridge of your nose, already wondering how you got yourself in this ridiculous situation.

[leechanpremacy]

Bandaids

Even bandaids are no good for heartaches.

pairings: nonidol!seungcheol x reader

tags: angst, unrequited love, mixed signals, cliffhanger

word count: 15k

notes: just wanted to write a cliffhanger angst 😮‍💨 i’ve been having so much in my plate that i couldn’t even write updates for my twt aus AGAIN 😓😓

You knew Seungcheol as a friend of a friend. Meeting in the porch during a small get-together party by a friend, he was drinking by himself there. You thought of going inside again, opening the door that soon creaked a sound causing the man to abruptly look at you.

Smiling rawly at him, quickly apologizing as you swing the door open, throwing yourself inside.

Then, every party you go, you see him. With long stealing glances and a few kind smiles, you came to familiarize yourself with the man.

You noticed he always wore polo shirts with tight jeans, a dangling silver necklace that complimented his silver watch. His hair that was always slicked back with a few strands covering his forehead. He wore the brightest smile, flashing his gums that triggered his dimples, sipping from his cup as he mingled with people. And as he laid his eyes on you again, both of you had a hard time looking away.

He was the first to approach you, telling you how he’s seen you in the past few weeks in a row. Somehow, both of you ended up being in the same table, sharing drinks and stories as the night passed by.

Its the seventh party tonight and you’ve opted on ditching your friend who was going. You’ve had enough of the alcohol intake and you could feel your social battery is drained.

Instead, you went outside for a walk. Wearing your soft oversized hoodie and a pair or sweats. As you settled down in a convenience store to eat dinner, you began to notice a familiar figure in your peripheral vision.

A familiar figure yet, in a change of setting, became so foreign. It was like seeing your favorite character in a movie in real-life.

The man who you’ve known in parties that always wore polo shirts and tight jeans with chain silver necklaces matching it with a silver watch, was wearing something similar to yours. A white shirt and grey sweats with his parted hair falling down on his eyes. Oh, and he was wearing glasses.

You noticed the beer on his side as he noticed your stare. He too, looked awfully surprised to see you somewhere new. Like the first time, he approached you first. Greeting you kindly, gradually turning the small interaction into big ones.

Days, weeks, months have passed since you two saw each other at the convenience store, you two came from acquaintances to friends. He was someone who you quickly got comfortable with, reason why you were teasing him being late.

“Traffic was that bad, okay?” He reasons out, resting his bag on the table before making his way to the counter. The two of you had something in common, both of you had the same course in the same year and although going to different universities, you didn’t mind sharing knowledges on the course.

The two of you agreed when planning out on a study, the who’s later to arrive will pay for the food. It was your idea, making you excited for those study sessions with Seungcheol. Mainly because you know you wouldn’t pay as you’d arrive early as possible.

Switching their notebooks, they begun to run through what was written and try to comprehend them for a mini quiz later. As you turn to the next page, you cut your fingers with the paper, wincing out the pain that immediately caught Seungcheol’s attention. “Here,” Reaching out a disinfectant and bandaid. Mumbling a thank you to him, “I usually get paper cuts on my fingers too.” He shares, trying to share the pain you have right now.

“I’m starting to think you purposely arrive late so you’d be the one paying our food.” You joked. You hear his familiar chuckles, and even without looking, you could see his dimples alongside his gums, “What I think is that you come here extra early so that you wouldn’t pay for our food,” Grinning at him, “You caught me!” Scrunching your nose at him, sharing giggles at the table.

“You’re going tonight?” He asks, “Yeah, Joshua’s been bugging me lately to come with him again.” The mention of Joshua made the man beside you chortle, “Well, you’ve been missing out on the fun for a while now,” He said in a low manner causing you to look at him,“Really? I’ve been really busy with University. Couldn’t find the time to have fun, unlike someone here.” Jokingly rolling your eyes at him as he eyes you amusingly.

“I wasn’t there to have fun though,” He mumbled. It wasn’t clearly for you to hear to why you didn’t asked him.

Everyone was having a good time playing cards, it was now your turn to pick and unfortunately, you picked the shot card. “I’ll drink it,” Seungcheol said, eyes looking at you. He probably noticed your worried eyes and tired posture. Not long after, he was beside you, clinging to your side as if you’ll wither away if he’s too far from you.

They were planning on letting you stay for the night but Seungcheol offered to take you home. Joshua was supposed to take you home, but the poor man was too drunk to even stand up from his seat. Due to his alcohol intake, he opted to book a taxi rather than to take the risk of driving in influence.

He was walking you to the door, all sobered up from the alcohol intake. Unlike you who walked with two left feet, probably wobbling around if he didn’t hold you by the arm.

“You can walk inside safely, right?” He asks in a slow voice. You just nodded in response. You could hear him sigh but you were too drunk to even care.

He opened the door for you and watched you walk inside. As soon as he sees you laying on the couch, he lets out a sigh of relief before closing your door, not forgetting to lock it.

A few days have passed and you’re still embarrassed to meet him. He’s been bugging you through texts, demanding you to meet him already. But you could swear to God every ounce of your dignity had been drained ever since Seungcheol insistently walked you home that night. You could remember how you almost scared the shit out of him as you told him you felt like puking during the car ride home.

And as much as you tried to avoid his texts and few calls, you know you couldn’t avoid him when he’s outside your block. You don’t even know how the hell did he even got inside the University, but what you know is you missed him.

Who’d knew in a short span of time, you’d grow attach to a man whom you only meet during weekends (which is not consistent) and at night parties that your friend drags you with consistently.

You knew, the grin he gave you was the end of it all. It dawned to you. Just a few days of not meeting him, you knew that those dimples and gummy smiles he wore was something you want to behold at every surprising events.

“Don’t be shy! It’s just me!” He exclaims, grinning at you. Before you get lost at his smiling face, you looked away from him, continued eating quietly.

You could see him pout at you before picking up his food and watched you eat.

He’s outside your block again, but instead of the smiling one you always see, he was glaring at you - well not you, but at the guy beside you. But when his eyes landed at you, the brows that were furrowed now relaxed and the subtle frown on the corner of his lips begun to rise. You now begin to wonder, was he jealous?

“Who was that?” He asks, grumpiness hiding within his teasing eyes and flashy grin. You could only shake your head and smile, “He’s Wonwoo, he was just asking some stuff since he skipped school the other day.” You noticed him nodding his head, the grin widening even more.

That’s more like it, the dimples and his cheeky grins.

But all things come to an end, a laughter rang inside the café. One that you could recognize anywhere. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you saw he was accompanied by someone. A pretty girl in a summer dress, hair flowing down as it swayed gracefully with the wind that the air conditioner was blowing.

“Are you and Seungcheol… Okay..?” Wonwoo cautiously asks. He too, noticed Seungcheol as he followed your searching gaze earlier.

Snapping your head to Wonwoo, “Huh? Why wouldn’t we?” Chuckling as you tried to hide the uneasiness you feel inside. You see him frown, looking straight into your eyes as if he was trying to read what was on your mind.

You looked away from him, giving attention the the pastry in front of you. “But aren’t you two… A thing..?” He to was questioning himself, staring down at you as he waited for your response. But it was hard to look at him in the eye. He can read you like a book, no doubt. And there is no way, you will ever tell a soul - moreover, to a guy you just met a few days ago - about your growing feelings towards Seungcheol.

Chuckling at him, “What? We are not a thing. Definitely not. Just, friends.” He can tone that you were upset. He definitely was piecing it together already. “You don’t have to hide it from me, let it out,” He was more softer compared earlier. Long gone was the intimidating look of his.

He was searching for your eyes, and when he caught it, “So, about the previous lectures, here are some of my notes—”

“Everybody knows about you two. You don’t have to lie, both of you just don’t want to admit anything.” You stopped from your tracks, both of us? Its funny, because as far as you know, its only you who obviously had caught feelings. Seeing how Seungcheol is with another girl today made you think that he just may treat his friends that way.

“There’s nothing to admit, Wonwoo. Really. We aren’t a thing. We aren’t dating nor together.” You were chuckling in between, but Wonwoo squinted his eyes on you before pursing his lips together as he lowered his gaze on your notes that he asked you.

“Hey,” A voice behind you called and just from his voice, you know its Seungcheol. You were done with packing your stuff when you turned to him, “Hey! Fancy seeing you here?” You tried to sound friendly, but it ended up sounding forced. You could swear to God you just heard Wonwoo scoffed at you. You wanted to kick the latter but with Seungcheol eyeing you amusingly, you found it hard to turn your back on him.

“Yeah, was on a blind fate a minute ago.” The way he sounded was too excited. You tried to match his energy, but you just felt drained trying. Wonwoo must’ve noticed the change in your demeanor so he took initiative for answering, “Nice. We just finished having a study session, right?” nudging your side, causing you to quickly smile and nod.

His eyes turned serious all of a sudden. Did having a new study buddy bothered him? Why?

True enough, it might’ve bothered him that you have a new study buddy to why every time you have something to talk about with Wonwoo, Seungcheol just finds out and piques your interests, totally forgetting about the things you were about to consult with Wonwoo - who was currently your partner on a paper.

“You’re going tonight, right?” You did promise Joshua and him that’ll you’ll go tonight, “No. I’m busy.” You wanted to tease him and you though it worked. The pout he wore soon turned into a frown, “You’re going with Wonwoo again, aren’t you?” Wyes throwing daggers as if you have just betrayed your own country.

“I was just joking!”

Alcohol then again filled your body. Everyone was getting loud, the games were in chaos. Everyone was laughing at the most ridiculous and smallest things. You don’t even know how it transcended from Hoshi’s whimsical dance showdown with Dino to a game of spin the bottle.

“Okay! Truth or dare!” Smirking, “Truth, of course.”Hisses from friends and boos were heard. You could only laugh at them while he looked at you in silent.

“Take the risk or lose the chance?” Joshua, who asked the question, earned a few punches and groans. The question wasn’t even that entertaining nor spicy, heck - it was even a basic question.

Your eyes wondered off to Seungcheol’s direction, you could see he was a bit surprised. Considering how his eyes widened a small fraction when he locked eyes with you. You don’t even know how you were looking at him, but he looked like he was expecting your answer.

But you didn’t answer. You looked away from him and smiled menacingly at everyone as you drank from the shot glass.

It was finally Seungcheol’s turn to spin the bottle, he looked confused at first to why everyone was laughing but soon understand why.

“Finally! Finally! Shut the fuck up! I’ll ask! I’ll Ask!”Dino enthusiastically yelled as he pointed to himself.

“Tell us the truth! Are you the twocof you dating?!”You gulped as eyes were on you and Seungcheol expectantly. His leaning arms behind you that had a small distance between your back and his arms were now rested on his lap.

“Doofus! Ask him first if it’s truth or dare!” Joshua claims, eyes looking at you with a bit of worry.

“Ah! Right. Sorry. Cheol, truth or dare?” Laughing nervously, he answered dare. Series of groans were heard from the circle but Dino was the only one laughing.

With a sly smile, “I dare you, to tell the truth.” With panic starting to fill his eyes, Seungcheol looked like he was about to raise hell, “No repeating of previous question!” Saved again by Joshua.

As Seungcheol breathe a sigh of relief, Dino didn’t even considered pausing from dropping the bomb, “Do you Cheol, consider her as more than just a friend?” Expecting eyes were on you and Seungcheol again, but one gaze pierced through your soul.

You laughed, trying to let out the uneasiness inside of you as you locked eyes with Seungcheol. “Best friends?” He said.

Disappointed sighs and groans were their reaction towards his answer, but his lingering gaze stayed on you yet you didn’t bat an eye on him again.

Even with alcohol, both of you still can’t seem to find the courage to take a risk. And they say, drunk people gets easily swayed huh?

—But even if I don’t take the risk, I already have my heart shattered. I want to choose losing the chance as I know— I know that it’d be regret that will be filling up my heart. But why is that, I can feel it shattering just by looking at the eyes of the man beside me. Full of longing and desire. Friends don’t look at each other like that, moreover, friends don’t make you feel like this; aching for more. Wanting to be more.

Even bandaids, are no good for heartaches.

[hearts4robs]

Hii! Never done matchups before so sorry if I mess something up! 😭 Your writing is nice though so I wanted to try :)

Btw for fandom DC please! Pretty much the only one I'm more into from the ones you write about lol

I'm 18, gender is whatever to me but I prefer they/them pronouns and I'm okay with any gendered terms. I'm 5'2 and my hair is short and I usually dye it dark red. I'm asexual and kiss men (in theory). I'm pale and I have dark circles under my eyes that I just can't get rid off. Might be the bad sleeping schedule. Anyway. I'm slavic and English isn't my first language so I sometimes mess up pronunciation and grammar (this is both a trait and an apology for my English). Oh also my eyes are brown! I sometimes wear baggier clothes and sometimes switch to really feminine ones.

I've never been good at describing my personality, but I'll try my best. I love hanging out with people and socializing, but I also can't handle big loud events. I get anxious easily and feel like throwing up because of it. My friends have told me I'm funny because I often say stuff that makes no sense (it makes sense to me...). I don't like it when people help me with pretty much anything, I only ask for help if I REALLY need it. I love sending my friends silly images and stuff and talking about my interests. Oh, I draw! And I play guitar (I usually play an electric guitar, but I have an acoustic one too). I also play videogames if I have the time. As I mentioned before, I have a really bad sleeping schedule, but coffee makes me sleepy so I prefer tea. My love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. I usually enjoy physical touch, but it sometimes depends on the person and my mood. I consider myself an optimist. I think that's pretty much everything??

My perfect date would be a picnic in spring. I like warm (but not hot) weather and spring just makes me really happy. Me and the other person could bake something for each other and bring other snacks + drinks and then sit on a picnic blanket and talk for hours. Maybe play some music too if it's too quiet. It would be better if the picnic was at a park and not in a forest haha. Oh also for music I could also bring a guitar but there's a chance I would get too embarrassed to play in public. If there aren't any people around I won't be anxious, though.

My perfect type is someone smart and patient. Someone who can help me out when I'm struggling with something I don't understand but also won't get mad at me if it takes too much time. Also someone who can deal with my anxiety without just going "calm down". I would also like someone who would enjoy listening to me ramble about my interests and someone I can show my art to (without giving me unwanted criticism). Overall someone who supports me even when I'm being weird. It's not necessary, but it's definitely a bonus if the person is lowkey a nerd.

My favourite trope is pretty basic but I like friends to lovers. It's simple and cute. I'm a sucker for some mutual pining. That, combined with the "everyone knows but them"... perfect.

I feel like this is too short, sorry! I just really don't know what else to say.

Have a great day/night :)

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞: 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫

“Wine or no?” Damian asks, picking up the wine glasses from the picnic basket.

There was no answer the first time, so, Damian turns his head, his brows tugging inward.

“Love.” Damian says, finally catching your attention. Your raise your head again, looking at him.

“Hm?”

“Wine or no wine?”

“Uh, wine.” You say with a smile before your return your eyes to your phone that was propped on your knee. Your legs were bended in criss-cross apple sauce style, guitar in hand.

You let out a quiet, frustrated grunt. Your guitar wasn’t tuning probably. Damian pours up two glasses of wine, sending you a sideways glance.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, cocking his brow at your furrowed brows.

“It won’t tune.” You grumble.

“Give it here, then.” Damian says, not waiting for you to agree as he grabs the guitar. And that son of a bitch doesn’t need more than three tries before getting it tuned perfectly, by ear.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Sure.”

Headcanons:

Damian taught himself how to play your favourite song on guitar as soon as he found out you could play.

He has a habit of tapping his finger against your hand whenever you hold it. It’s not because he needs your attention, and he barely notices when he does it, but it’s just him checking you’re still beside him. (Even though he’s holding your fucking hand).

Damian is really bad at words so he tries to spend as much time with you as possible, even if it’s hard due to his job.

Damian knows how to handle your anxiety. Mostly due to his job as a vigilante, and because he sometimes deals with it himself, but also because he researched for hours after the first time it got bad around him. He’ll take care of you without a second of hesitation.

I rlly hope you like this and I am so sorry that it’s this delayed ☹️ </3

[suzie-shooter]

Finally caught up with the Screaming Meals Indy GP commentary, so have some highlights:

The fact that they spent the morning with James taking sexy shots of Clem emerging from a pool is just - asaljdgkfdk.

C: Yeah, it's my backbone, well stiff. Yeah, nah, I've been walking around with a little bit of a kink. J: Hardly unlike you on any normal day mate, walking around with a bit of a kink.

C: Obviously Marcus starting off P11. What's new? J: Prince of P11. Fuck me, if I had a dollar for every time he's started P11. P11 or P13, he only deals in odd numbers.

J: I can sort of lubricate the process for you. The learning process, take you through that sort of, we're going to go in pretty hard.

C: Marcus, the biggest dur-brain on the football front, if you could say. J: Not just on the football front. C: Well, no, on plenty of fronts.

J: I tuned into the SidePod earlier this week - the bastard's wearing my shoes.

J: We were all a little bit - let's say distracted by the events of the afternoon. C: Bamboozled. J: Yeah. Shitfaced.

J: He's quite a fit looking young man.

C: Have we got a lot of content to talk about? J: No not particularly mate which is somewhat intimidating for sort of junior commentators like ourselves, but veterans in the sport of talking complete shit  so I'm not feeling too nervous about it.

J: Has [Sting Ray Robb] noticed that the front of his car doesn't look the same as when he got in it? C: Hey, I've made that mistake a couple of times there. (his little giggle kills me)

J: I thought I'd throw that information in there to sound intelligent, but if it turns out to be false then I'll look like a real dick.

C: I think he's been dadooshed from behind. J: It's always difficult when you're not expecting to be dadooshed from behind.

C: Marcus has picked up 2 spots, he's now back to P11, and it's same old same old for Marcus Armstrong.

J: The McLarens all stacked up in reverse order of the team favouritism.

J: [Harvey's] going to feel like an OnlyFans model at the moment, that car's going to be doing all sorts of vibrating.

C: Sometimes it do be like that. J: I forget that you're three years younger than me.

J: We're officially out of tequila now. C: Shit. That's no good....jeez you poured a lot in there!

J:  I thought you looked fabulous (about Clem in the swimming pool)

I love how they switch between ripping the absolute shit out of Marcus to being utterly ride or die for him in the race.

C: A chunderous amount of understeer there. J: A chunderous amount? What's a chunderous amount? Is that a word? C: Yeah. Chundersteer.

J: I've been referred to as motorsport's premier social climber. C: Probably yeah, you could be called a motorsport socialite.

Did Clem genuinely manage to miss the fact there was a live shooter incident next to them in Long Beach omfg. C: Thanks for not telling me about it, 'cause I would have freaked out.

J: He's not learned from his mistake, which is on brand for Marcus Armstrong.

C: We're unlapping! J: Have we unlapped ourselves? (I love that it's a team effort 😂)

No you took a screenshot of Clem's crotch.

C: We got friendship bracelets. J: Yeah, they both snapped within a week. C: Which obviously is not really good omen to our relationship. J: I've still got the beads.

C: Tell you what, I won't be walking straight tomorrow. J: What have you got planned??

C: Palou was like well in front, he's already won this fucking race, I don't know why we're still watching. J: Oh, we've got a few ponies in this race mate.

J: The indycar graphicing system sucks balls.

C (trying on James' glasses): I look quite French. J: You are French.

J: I'm going to sell [Herta] into the Parisian sex trade.

J: You know that meme? C: About? J: ...yeah, a bit broad, wasn't it.

J: I've ordered two brand spanking new pairs of white chinos for the Monaco Grand Prix weekend. I figured I'd keep one pair in my bag at all times. In case I shit myself.

C: That's what Marcus is going to end up with. A willy. J: Huh? C: A willy trim. (Prince William's haircut)

C: Ibiza, great place, I'm going Ibiza. J: Course you are. Scumbag.

C: Sechs, my favourite number.

C: Show us Marcus! I want to see a bit more of Marcus.

J: Careful mate. You're not allowed to not know who people were any more. (ouch 😆. also that went completely over Clem's head 😭😆😂)

J: Mr Double-Fister with the celebration.

[levi-ish]

a/n: some best friend jean to sweeten our nights

stumbling out of the taxi, you and jean leaned onto each other as the cold night engulfed your warm bodies, trying to stay composed enough to enter the building. his hand held tight to your waist and your arm ached from reaching his shoulders, being the man too tall for anyone's sake.

the whole trip upstairs was full of crossing gazes and trying to keep quiet, knowing other residents were fast asleep and being 4am in a sunday night wasn't ideal to get drunk and disturb everyone's peace.

it was a bad idea from the start, but when sasha texted you saying that you should come over (emphasizing that there would be beer), you couldn't just say no. what kind of friend would you be?

but jean was there, and you two always got drunk together, every. damn. time.

started when you were sixteen and you thought it would be a great idea to sneak into his mother's wine cabinet, trying a sip of everything and pretending to know shit about wine tasting as you both put on the worst french accent and swirled the red liquid around the glass. that didn't end well when his mother found you two sleeping on top of each other on the marbled floor.

then there was the incident on eren's birthday, when him and jean thought it would be a great idea to bet who could chug the most beer and it ended with them both throwing up in the pool as you cheered in the background.

and there was prom, then reiner's frat party, then ymir and historia's housewarming, list goes on and on.

in the end of the day, he was your best friend, and you trusted him with your whole life.

"I think your doorman hates me" jean said as he took off his shoes, placing them lazily next to the couch, almost falling on his feet.

"mr. jameson? why?" you turned around, eyes half lidded as you stared at the lanky man.

"he never replies to my 'good mornings'" he kept on rambling. "like, I always wave at him and he just ignores me. I don't get it."

you laughed as you both went into your room. you scanned your dresser for a spare set of clothing for him to sleep on, finding some old shirts in the drawer you separated for him.

“maybe he thinks you’re a degenerate” you smirked at him, throwing an old faded sweater from Paradis University at him. “I mean, he sees you coming and going at the weirdest hours.”

“and whose��s fault is that?” he grabbed it mid air and took off his own shirt to get changed, not minding your presence.

it was usual for you guys to do that kind of thing. you’d been sleeping over at his every since you can remember. his mother was your second mom and yours was his. you were no stranger to his body, but things started to change when you turned seventeen.

jean had a spurt growth in high school. one day he was this tall stick-like dude and then, one day, after swimming practice, you met him at the pool only to find out that he’d grown quite an impressive build.

then he grew even bigger, and then he started styling his hair differently, he switched his cologne, his voice wasn’t as squeaky, and he became a whole ass man. and you couldn’t help how your heart raced a little every time he took off his shirt around you. and your drunken mind wasn’t helping either — imagining how those big hands would feel as his long fingers ran alongside your thighs and his muscular arms would wrap around…

jesus fuck, get a grip!

you turned around once more, now trying to find something for you to wear and focusing on anything else but those inconvenient thoughts. you were drunk. that’s it.

grabbing another sweater and some pajama shorts, you turned quickly and your balance failed you, as gravity worked its magic and you were now falling, only to be met with those same arms that were the roots to your recent desires, now holding you in place.

“woah there, what’s the rush?”

looking up, you found his face close to yours. you could see the faded freckles that spread across his nose and the stubble you knew he tried so hard to grow, heat pooling on your cheeks as you felt your whole body burn. but you weren’t alone in this, since you noticed a slight blush creeping onto his face, and you both were too stunned to talk.

“you have beer breath” you snapped out of your trance as he quickly covered his mouth, furrowing his brows at you.

“so do you! but you don’t see me complaining!” you pushed him away jokingly as he fell on the bed, and you took that moment to look anywhere else.

he sat straight and ran a hand across his forehead, brushing his bangs away from his eyes and you couldn't help but stare. everything he did looked like your own special private show, and he was the main event. it wasn't fair how pretty jean was. everything, from his mesmerizing hazel eyes to the dimples that painted his neck, to the v-line that followed his abdomen — fuck, not again.

you quickly excused yourself to go brush your teeth and he followed right after, taking his own toothbrush that you bought for him a while back, and looking in the mirror, the perfect frame of you sticking so bright, right in front of your eyes and intruding your mind, setting campsite in your brain.

jean seemed to notice how fidgety you got, and the silence surrounded you so thickly as if the whole tension could be cut with a knife, so he grabbed his phone and played some corny one direction song just to fill in the space.

you smiled warmly and finished brushing, shaking your head and singing along to 'they don't know about us' as he punched the air with his fists to the beats.

you were such a fool. that was jean, your best friend. you were so fucking silly to believe that there was something else going on. those dirty thoughts felt so wrong when they were directed at such an innocent face like his. he didn't deserve how your mind thirsted for him.

after finishing the song, you both washed your faces and grabbed water because jean had this strict rule of staying hydrated after drinking — to lessen the hangover the next day, or something like that.

"do you think eren got mad that I ruined his shirt?" you asked as you pulled the covers just enough so you could dive under.

'it's fine' eren said multiple times as you kept on apologizing, almost annoyed at how much you insisted on buying him a new t-shirt, even when he guaranteed you he couldn't care less.

it wasn't really your fault. sasha had bumped onto you and it made you spill cheap wine on him. you both laughed at first and then your hands gripped his stained shirt as you tried to help, only making it worse.

jean frowned at your mention as he tucked himself in, fluffing the pillow so he could lay his head on. "he said he didn't, right?"

"yea, but like, I ruined it either way."

"why do you care so much about what he thinks?" he said in a playful tone, but there was something that stuck to the back of his throat as he spoke.

you arched a brow. "why the attitude?"

"I don't have an attitude" he hit you with his pillow and you kicked his leg. "jaeger probably deserved it, anyways."

you laughed at him as you placed a hand next to your face, laying on your pillow as he grabbed his own, mimicking your movements. a small sigh left your mouth as you gave him a tight-lipped smile, staring for maybe a little too long.

"are you sleepy?" he asked.

"a little..."

a strand of your hair fell right above your eyes, and you frowned right away, looking at the disturbing piece scrunching your nose. but before you could take it away, you felt jean's long fingers moving it away from your face. he seemed to be deep in his mind as he did so, eyes focusing lower than yours, and — was he...?

a gasp fell from your lips and he quickly retracted his hand, grabbing his own wrist with the other one, eyes widened in shock. how could he let his heart control his mind?

feeling a little breathless, you tried to pretend that that just didn't happen. at all.

"goodnight then" you nodded and turned around, now facing your wall and grabbing the covers closer to your face so you could hide in embarrassment.

there was nothing actually wrong with that touch. jean had done far further than that in the past, from the lingering cheek kisses to falling asleep on your lap as your fingers dug deep into his scalp. a little ghostly touch to your face wasn't that big of a deal, but in that moment, it felt like it was.

it felt as if you were the most special girl in the world.

and you loved that.

you heard jean's heavy breathing behind you, the air hitting your neck just slightly to make all your hairs stand on your body. from time to time he shifted in place and you felt the duvet moving around you. every little thing he did made you feel nervous, and there was something growing in your lower abdomen as your mind ran all over the place with the deepest, uncontrollable thoughts that you tried so hard to keep hidden in your subconscious, failing miserably.

"jean, we should go to sleep" you whispered, feet rubbing together under the covers as you felt his breathing grow heavier by the minute.

licking your dry lips, you closed your eyes, trying to focus on anything else as both your bodies tried to stay as far away as possible on your cramped bed, while knowing that there was nowhere to run to.

"should we, really?" he whispered back, voice hot on the back of your ear as you felt he scoot closer, until your shoulder met his chest, feeling the scorching body on your own skin.

you tried to say something back, but your voice died in your throat as his hand hesitatingly found place on your side, fingers ghosting the same way they did before but now on uncovered flesh that burned through his nails. you felt your chest growing heavier and heavier as your breathing became erratic, and so did his.

it's just the alcohol acting.

you scooted even closer, your back now glued to his curled form and hardness pinched your thighs, making a small whine escape your mouth. his hand trailed lower until you felt his hot palms applying a small pressure just above your sleeping shorts, his pinky sneaking inside the elastic band.

his breaths grew into small groans as his hips moved just slightly to relieve some of the straining, and your body betrayed you by letting a moan sneak away.

you slapped your mouth, trying to contain yourself, but he was quicker to wrap those long fingers around your wrist, leaving the place where you needed him the most just so he could keep listening to you.

"I want to make you feel good" he said, almost in a plea and you couldn't help but nod, not even bothering to remain in denial. "please, let me make you feel good."

it almost felt as if you had a fever, and cold shivers ran down your spine each time his breath fanned on your neck.

jean lowered his hand once more, not bothering to tease as you felt his fingertips barely brushing against your folds, pulling your shorts and panties to the side just so he could rub those oh-so-long fingers. it almost tickled.

you moaned low and deep, hugging your pillow close to your face as he grunted, playing around with your slick.

“jean, please” your voice sounded muffled but your whines were clear as a day.

“can I put it in?” he leaned closer to your ear, lips tickling your love as he placed a fuming hot kiss where your jaw met your neck, making you jump in place. only then you felt his cock pulsating right above your entrance. “just the tip—please”

there it was again, your voice dying in your throat, and in response, you wrapped your fingers between his where his other hand met your waist, pulling him closer, if it was ever possible.

in a slight movement, his fat tip nudged itself in between your folds, taking rest inside your velvety walls and making it into its own home. both you and jean left slow and soft moans as some of the tension was now relieved. your hand squeezed his, and so did your cunt, letting him know that you had some kind of struggle to take him.

“ah!” he groaned and let his head fall down to your nape, letting a long exhale fall from his lips. “you feel even better than I imagined”

huh…?

“y-you imagined me?” you turned your face, looking at him over your shoulder and he gasped.

“shit, you clenched hard” quickly, you relaxed yourself.

“sorry…”

he sighed, lifting both of your wrapped hands and placed them above his lips, kissing each of your knuckles so soft you almost didn’t feel it.

“yes, you are in my mind every day. I couldn’t help but daydream about seeing you first thing in the morning” a kiss, “last thing in the night” another kiss, “and under me.”

you looked the other way, trying to avoid his burning gaze, but to no effect. you could still feel it piercing your shoulder.

“just let me make you feel good, now, would you?”

[lovelymindescape]

Hi, this is for our LOTR matchup trade!

I’m Tori, a 20 year old autistic girl (pronouns she/her) who would prefer a ship with a man. Also, I tend to prefer the humans in middle earth (so like Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir and Eomer) so if you could kindly ship me with one of them specifically I’d be very grateful.

I’m really short, only like 4’ 10” (142 cm) with wild, long and wavy auburn hair and really light blue eyes. I’m slender but very toned, and I also wear glasses. I'm pretty neutral about both my appearance and myself in general and I don't think I genuinely hate anything about myself. I'm generally neutral about most things actually. I have chronic joint pain all over, scoliosis and some other illnesses but I stay very active regardless. I’m really polite and try my hardest to be nice to everyone, but if you cross me or give me a bad vibe I can be a little cold and aloof. I’m a tad awkward, but I’ve been told I can be charming and I’m really good at making others laugh with witty comments. I tell amazing stories because I've had a lot of experience with different things during my life. I’m very generous and don’t mind helping others or doing nice things for them. I’m also extremely energetic and always have to be doing something, to the point where I’m honestly not sure I really know how to rest. My friends say I give really good advice and am very wise, and also that I have warm, inviting energy. I could lowkey befriend anyone if I really tried. Though I'm also very sensitive and don't enjoy being teased too much, so I don't tease people much either. I hate seeing people, or really anything, upset.

Where I really shine is with my large number of hobbies and interests. Because I always like to keep busy, I have a lot of different activities and side gigs to keep me occupied. In Middle Earth, I’d probably be some sort of ranger who picks up a bunch of odd jobs here and there. I currently work as a librarian but my other hobbies include:

🦉 Falconry & befriending crows

🦉 Caring for horses (I've always been a horse girl lol)

🦉 Cheesemaking, Cooking and Baking

🦉 Gardening and Plant Identification

🦉 Writing, Journaling and Drawing

🦉 Sewing

And a couple other things. I’m generally a very skilled, knowledgeable person and I’m very proud of it. I love being outside and can’t stand being cooped up indoors for too long. However, I do enjoy having somewhere nice to return to when I get tired from being outside all day.

Alright, I think that’s about it! Thank you so so much, take care of yourself and drink lots of water!

Hey , i'm so so so so sorry it took so long , but i had stress the last days and forgot about it <3 anymore i hope you like this

I ship you with

ARAGORN

your both rangers so that works

you probably met while you both were roaming around middelearth

you had the same route for awhile so you stayed together

you parted the work you had like , you would cook while he looked out for possible danger , then you would eat and you both switch

he soon was considerate to your illnesses and would have respect for what you do even with this

he would love that you are neutral about most things cause he kinda don't likes people who are

before you'd go to bed you would tell eachother stories

he would make you rest even if you don't want to

when decisions would get make he would ask you before anyone else

the confession was very blunt but calm while you to were heading to the next stop to sleep

it's basically the same afterwards but with more romance <3

he would be impressed by how much hobbies you had and always ask if he could help somehow

if your being to nice to someone , who doesn't is very nice , he would step in

he throw compliements and i love you's at the most random times

all in all it's a loving, protecting and supportive relationship

It's a bit short i know , i hope you liked it

[countrymusiclover]

9 - Dancing Date Gone Bad

Part 10

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Caroline insisted we go clothes shopping like normal teenagers who don't have to deal with the supernatural world for a change. She hands me a short red dress that is sleeveless with some flats since she knows I can't stand wearing heels. Pulling the curtain opened she grinned as I gave her a small twirl suddenly hearing a voice enter the room. "That's looks perfect for a night of dancing darling." Whipping my head around to the front desk of the store I spotted Kol leaning in the doorway with a cocky smile on his face.

"Seriously can't you Mikaelson take a hint and give me and my sister one day of peace." My twin spat throwing hee hands up in the air frustrated.

Kol slowly walked forward until he was standing directly in front of my sister. "Relex Caroline. I'm not here to cause trouble. I simply wish to take your sister out for a night of dancing. Isn't that right, Maddie?"

"He's right Care..." I replied when they both stared back at me knowing the bond never lied to me.

She throws her head back grabbing my arm pulling me into a dressing room even though he could hear what we were saying. "Mads, I don't like this one bit. The Mikaelson are all crazy in their own way. They're dangerous...I will hurt anyone that tries to hurt my little sister."

"Care, you have to trust me on this. Ever since I got this bond they haven't hurt me." Taking her hands in mine I slump my shoulders knowing she just wanted to protect me.

She wrapped her arms around me in a hug and I hugged her back then opening the door seeing Kol now sitting on one of the chairs waiting with a slight smirk on his face. "Don't worry darling. I wouldn't wish to kill your sister because then it would kill my family so she'll be safe." He extended his hand where I slowly placed my hand in his letting him lead me outside the shop then down some streets until we reached a bar making me pull back but he opened the door for me. "I compelled the owner. He believes your 21 dear. Nothing to worry about."

Kol opened his hands with a smile once we're standing in the middle of a crowd of dancing people. Putting my hands in his he moves my left to his shoulder with his other hand on my waist. Our freehands intertwined together with the two of us swaying to the music in silence until I broke it feeling my heart skip a beat. "I guess it pays off to be around for a thousand years because all you Mikaelson's can dance pretty well."

"Maddie, you need to know that Niklaus wasn't the only one to flip his switch and go without humanity for a few years. I was a maniact but now I'll try to do better just so you know." He explained twirling me underneath his arm making me smile with my hair flying everywhere.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. "If you're thinking about compelling me my sister makes me take vervain so you're out of luck. So no drinking my blood either." I snipped looking into his eyes softly.

"Quick on your feet and beautiful. You're after my heart Maddie Forbes." He smiled separating from my hold tilting his head towards the bar. "Care for a drink?"

"Virgin please." I called out to him watching him walk away until someone was standing behind me so I turned around. "Who are you, sir?" A black guy stands neat me with a small beard who walks up to me offering his hand.

"My names Conor and I just wanted to make sure he wasn't bothering you." He spoke noticing that I still didn't shake his hand. "Even though...he's a vampire."

Knitting my brows together I felt a chill run down my spine since he's a complete stranger but knows about Kol. I started to take a step backwards away from him but he grabbed my wrist holding me tightly then pulling out a needle shoving it into my neck. My eyes fell closed and I collapsed into his arms hearing the glasses drop on the ground that Kol was holding with the stranger taking me outside through a back door.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[underthemooncover]

Down Hill

                                  CHAPTER ONE: Celadon Green                          chapter song—-- Clean Up In Aisle 4 by JEN Z

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”                                                                                         ― Lemony Snicket

Stepping out of the building, she felt like she could breathe again. June took a deep breath, welcoming the light breeze blowing through. She walked up to the little cafe on the block, the smell of coffee and cookie dough wafting towards her. 

After ordering a cappuccino and a chocolate muffin, June was happy to sit down again. The interview had taken a lot out of her and she was ready to crawl the rest of the day. She thought it went well, but who knows what was going on in that lady’s mind? She looked like she was going to pounce on June the moment she moved. She switched on her phone- 33 messages?! Lizzie. Of course, freaking out about what to wear for her first date. She scrolled through the pics, hoping to see any outfit she liked. 

Too short.

Too long.

Is she going goth?

Is this the French Revolution?

Pajamas?!

Is it Halloween?

Finally, after the craze was over, she found the perfect look for her cousin. Just as she texted her back, the order was ready and she barely managed to hold in a sigh. After a meal equal to paradise, June left the cafe, ready to spend the rest of the day holed up in her apartment.

Hailing a taxi was a nightmare. After 12 failed attempts, she dragged herself to the subway, trying not to flip off the taxi drivers.

June tried not to nod off every five minutes. By some miracle, the train she was on wasn’t as crowded as usual, allowing her to find a seat. Only a few people were scattered here and there. The train had stopped at a platform but no one was getting in. As the doors were closing, a man stumbled in. He looked like he was gonna be sick. His eyes were red and his face was an unusual shade of green.

 The worst part was that he seemed to be heading her way. Just as she was about to run, the guy went past her, looking at something else. June relaxed a bit, relieved she wasn’t the target.

Her eyes followed the man. 

He approached a guy standing at the end of the compartment. He didn’t notice anything, just focusing on the music blaring from his headphones.

Without warning, the man lunged at him, pushing him against the glass. A yelp of pain escaped the poor guy. Getting over his shock, he punched his attacker, ready to defend himself. June jumped up to help him, so did a few others. Both the men started fighting, although the weird man had a confusing set of moves. He looked like he had never punched someone in his life. 

Abruptly, his victim backed away and he doubled over, retching. As strange as it was to say, watching him attack a random person was less horrifying than seeing him throw up.

Thankfully, the train stopped at a platform, allowing everyone to get away. Outside, as people started asking the guy if he was okay, he began yelling,

“He bit me! I can’t believe he bit me!”

That’s when June noticed what he was talking about. On his shoulder was a clear bite mark, which was rapidly turning the same shade of green. It looked awful, making her wanna throw up.

As she turned towards the stairs and some people started calling the cops, she failed to notice that the man in the train had vanished, leaving behind nothing but claw marks.

Waking up early at 5:30 in the morning, giving a confusing long interview, having to go home by the subway and finally, The Incident. It was the shittiest day June had ever had.

She grabbed a bowl of ice cream, curled up on her couch and just as she clicked play, someone knocked on her door. 

Great.

Groaning, she stood up, walked all the way over to the door and opened it to deal with the person who had just destroyed the only peace she had the whole day. 

“Hey, girl….Woahh, what happened to you?”

At the door, was the person who was also the reason June had moved to New York.

“Hey, Grace.”

The blonde woman walked past her, taking in the sight of her apartment.

“Did a hurricane hit this place or something?” She asked.

Concerned, she turned around to look at her. June fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

“Just been the usual shitty day.”

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Disclaimer: Any similarities to anyone or anything in this story is purely coincidental. This work is purely fictional.