#so that fucking uh! holy shit that hit home!

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

oh hey, forgot about nine celebrating that five wanted to die, tried to kill himself in front of him, and almost succeeded 🙃🙃🙃🙃

[drbtinglecannon]

Did the Fionna and Cake finale make anyone else sob hysterically or was it just us

[backyardboytoy]

Imagining that you walk into the woods in your local town, gently taking a stroll until when you take a small break you realise you weren’t leaning against a tree…it was a 10ft tall werewolf, and seemingly it was in heat as you could tell just by looking down.

It needs a womb to release in and it seems it’s chosen you…

Contents: Cumflation, Lactation, impregnation

"Oh boy, howdy -" is the stupid thing that ends up tumbling from my mouth. Because damn that's a big boy with a ridged rod between his legs. His heavy, audibly sloshing balls complement his whole horny monster look, fantastically.

The Wolfman huffs, the open air fogging from how hot his breath is. I couldn't really make out any pupils in the yellow of his eyes but his snout tilts down to where I am. A bit of drool is slinging down his jaws onto his own neck. He opens his mouth and i'm half expecting to be torn to shreads only for a deep guttural voice to ring out and say one thing.

"Help."

"Huh?" Is the response I come up with because, hello??? My eyes jolt back down to the throbbing monster cock already so pent up its leaking pre in sticky globs onto the ground with every pulse. And it clicks what he seems to be at least trying to ask for. I tilt my head up at the Wolfman. "Uh, do you wanna fuck me?"

His ears perk up, and the drool starts reaching his chest. An impaitent panting noise fills the air.

Without a second thought, I grin. "Yeah, that's fine!" I hooked my hands under my pants and boxer briefs and pulled them down. "I've been horny all day. Fuck me good alright?" He all but lundged for me when I said  that. His clawed hands coming down and grabbed my sides. Hoisting me into the air dispite My yelp of surpise.

I feel the tip of his cock prod at my holes entrance. Looking down makes me swallow because his shaft is twice as large as a baseball bat. But I don't have any time to think further because he's already pushing it into me.

His cock manages to gape my hole open at a third of the way down his length on the first go. A grunt escaping me when I feel how much he's inside of me already.

A deep inhale from him is the only warning I get before an explosion of warmth fills me. "Fuck-" i grit my teeth when he immediately decided to cum on entry. It's a oozing sound when cum starts spilling out to paint the forest floor.

I pant and as soon as the sensation stops the hands on my sides pull me up and drop me back down on his monsterily thick cock. Turns out monster cum makes a great lubricant for getting a cock even deeper. A perverted squelch sound now pairs with each messy thrust.

I'm breathy, and look down to find out I'm almost halfway down his length when his cock tip nudges deep at my insides. Assuming he hit my cervix, made me huff. But surpisingly no pain had accompanied the prod just a nagging pleasure.

The Wolfman growled, his hands pulling me off his cock till only the tip was at my entrance again. All before slamming home into my hole. I yelled feeling the cock ram through my poor cervix and barrel into the wall of my womb. Why did that feel good? Holy shit? A churning sound hit my ears, and I looked down to see his heavy balls clentching.

Thick cum splattered into my waiting womb, with a purpose. Monster sperm violating and ready to impregnate any egg they could possibly hunt down. "Fuck fuck-" my stomach surged outwards this time. My cervix apparently not wanting to let the monsters cum let down. I looked four months pregnant with just cum.

With a huff, he fucked me back down his cock once more. Fuck, he was so big and there was so little room for my hole to accommodate, I could feel every pulsating vein decorating his shaft. He fucked me up and down, up and down. My belly sloshed every time me pulled me up and down.

I looked down once more to find I was nearly down to base but knew I wouldn't be taking his knot, unfortunately. His cock is so massive that even with his length fucking my cervix wide and his tip slamming into the wall of my womb his knot wasn't even reaching my ass.

He suddenly threw his head back and howled, cutting my thoughts short.

He stilted once more, his cock pressed against my womb. I felt his cock pulsating as each splash of cum shooting into my waiting womb. I groaned and watched my stomach grow further to accommodate my heavy womb. By the time he stopped coming I looked eight months pregnant.

My chest was wet, making my look down to see myself lactating through my shirt. I chuckled high off of monster cock and cum.

He got me pregnant. Fuck my body knew it was inevitable.

I could only groan when he fucked my down his length once more.

The joy of being a living condom for a monster in heat.

[carmenberzattosgf]

needy carmen…perhaps the one time you can make his head completely empty, no lingering thoughts or anxieties. he’d have you in missionary, almost bear hugging you as he rambles praise because he needs to be touching you, needs to feel you pressed right against him with no space. and he knows he sounds pathetic, small ‘uh, uh, uh’s leaving his lips but he can’t bring himself to care, not when you are squeezing him so tight

“fuuuck, just needed you so bad. need this pretty pussy on me all the fuckin’ time.” he’s barely thrusting now, just grinding into you as he holds you tight. “need to feel you cum, fuckin’ give it t’me, be, shhit! be good and make a mess for me, please, please, c-can’t cum before you,” his arms tightening around you and his jaw dropping, “can feel you clenching, c’mon, don’t be greedy, please give it to me—theeeere it is, fuck! good girl, shit, gonna fill you up so good.” -💫

This type of scenario happens when Carmy realizes he hasn’t had sex with you in at least a week. He’s been going into the restaurant early and staying late trying to perfect some new recipes.

Consequently, Carmen grows more irritable in the kitchen as the week goes on, but still doesn’t realize why he’s so on edge. That is, until Richie jokes about Carmy acting ‘so pent up lately’, and a lightbulb goes off in his head.

Within the next hour, Carmy’s already come up with an excuse to leave work early, telling Sydney you’ve got a stomach bug and need him to get home. He goes ahead and takes off for tomorrow, too.

The second Carmy walks in the door of your shared apartment, he’s kissing you like his life depends on it. His head empties of every thought except you. His hands move hastily on your body, slipping underneath your shirt to squeeze at the skin of your hips. You’re finally able to speak when his lips trail down your jaw to your neck.

“Carm—baby. S-shouldn’t you be at the work?” you gasp as he nips your skin.

“Left. Took off tomorrow.” He mumbles against your neck in between kisses. “Needed you too bad to wait.”

Needed is an understatement. Carmy’s yearning for your touch. He’s on top of you with both of his arms wrapped around your back. His strong arms pull you tight against him as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

Soft gasps escape his mouth with every thrust of his hips. The sounds of his desperate whines are obscene, but he can’t find a reason to care about how wanton his voice is when you squeeze around him so perfectly.

“Missed you—fuck—missed this. This pretty pussy is made f’me—holy shit. Never going to go this long without it again.”

He knows you’re close by the way you pulse around him, so he starts grinding his hips into you to stimulate both your clit, and that spongy spot deep inside of you. Carmy holds you even closer as words spill from his lips.

“C’mon baby. Need you to cum f’me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. G-give it to me, please. Be a g-good girl and m-make a mess all over my cock. I can’t cum before you I—I need to feel it baby, please. C’mon I know you can cum for me. F-fucking squeezing me so tight.”

Carmy’s hitting as deep as he can inside of you; the stimulation is mind numbing. Your nails dig into his back as he sloppily kisses your cheek. The moment you wrap your legs around his waist, the slight shift in angle launches you right to that peak. “Carmy, Carmy, Carmy, Carmy,” you whine over and over again as pure pleasure overwhelms you.

“There it is! Holy shit—Good girl—good fucking girl. So f-fucking perfect. Gonna fill you up, yeah? Fill you up till you’re dripping.”

After Carmy cums, he collapses on top of you. Without even meaning to, the both of you fall asleep in each other’s embrace. His cock is still inside you, and his cum slowly leaks out of you during the night. It doesn’t matter though, Carmy will just fuck another load into you when he wakes up.

[devilstruly]

KEN SATO

in pictures

pairing - kenji sato x gn. reader

includes - random stuff, friends (?), lovers (?), who the fuck knows this is ken

a/n - up until 6 hours ago i had no idea who this dude was but now i can safely say i'm fucking in love. also i've never made a post like this before but i had to do something with him before going insane

without further ado...

~☆°☆~

no.1 - ignore his dad obviously

'huh.'

'and then- what?'

'you're cute.'

'wh- i- huh???'

no.2 - date night out

'mina showed me one of your games last night. you really are great.'

'c-come again?'

no.3 - admitting defeat

'well you look like shit.'

'what are you doing here?'

'someone needs to take care of you since you clearly won't.'

'...thanks.'

no.4 - jealousy, jealousy

'it seems that you are experiencing discomfort due to y/n talking to one of your teammates. why is that, ken?'

'i'm fine, mina.'

no.5 - this one is self-explanatory honestly

no.6 - protective much?

'can i help you?'

'holy shit- you're ken sato! the ken sato! oh my god-'

'so you know who i am. good, i can be quick then.'

'huh-'

'see that beautiful person over there? look at them one more time and you'll get to feel what baseballs feel after i hit 'em. we clear?'

'i-uh- y-yes, sir-'

no.7 - the fuck me eyes

'stop staring at me like that. we're in public.'

'like what?'

'like this.'

no.8 - asshole

'aren't you supposed to be at a press conference right now?'

'oh give me a break, i just won the team one of the most important games of the season. drink?'

'you're unbelievable.'

'why thank you ~'

no.9 - head over heels

'how was the game? i saw your team won.'

'yeah, yeah, we did. it was great. yoshino has been doing better, he scored a home run today.'

'awww ~ looks like your apprentice has been taking notes.'

'pft, he's not my apprentice, just a good player.'

'give yourself some credit, ken. you brought the team together and it's showing. i'm proud of you.'

'...'

'ken?'

'uh- ehem - when's your flight?'

'tomorrow morning. i'll be there by 10.'

'i'll wait for you at the airport.'

'you really don't have to-'

'shut up and go get some sleep. i'll see you tomorrow beautiful.'

no.10 - not a morning person

'you look adorable when you're sleep-deprived.'

'shut the fuck up.'

~☆°☆~

[camryn-haitani]

I know darling

Colby Brock x Fem!Reader

you sent Colby a lengthy paragraph about all the things you want him to do to you. and he makes everything you sent come true

TW: Dom Colby, p in v sex, fingering (Fem receiving), teasing, video masterbation (from Colby), mentions of Sam joining and watching, face fucking (Fem receiving), fingering, name calling "love, baby, angel, sweetheart, good girl, good bitch, pretty girl, bitch, whore, slut", praise and degradation, cursing, video during it, aftercare, plot twist

I am a firm believer that Colby is into face fucking

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once I started texting the words I wanna say, they wouldn't stop coming. once I felt like I said enough to get him going, I sent it along with a spicy pic of me in his favorite lingerie. and now I wait for his response.

Colby POV

That was one of the scariest things we've ever caught on camera. me, Kris, and Sam decided we had enough and packed up to go home. we all get in the car and wait for the long car ride home.

once we get into a town, I finally have service and I get a shit ton of notifications. the one that caught my eye was the one y/n sent. I see she sent a long paragraph along with a photo. I was expecting a message about how much she misses me. holy shit I was wrong.

what I'm reading is the most spine chilling, boner inducing, and cock throbbing thing I've ever read. the more I read, the more hard I get. I grab my xplr hoodie and cover my lower half, not wanting Sam to see my boner.

we still have a 3 hour car ride back to LA, I'm not gonna make it that long. my breath get harsh and fast. Sam notices and says something. "hey man, you good?" he asks as he hits my arms. "yeah uhm I'm good, just thinking about the stuff that happened earlier."

I'll give it an hour and see if it goes away.

*an hour later*

well it's been an hour and I still have a boner. I roll my eyes and try to think of an excuse.

"hey Sam uh pull over to a gas station, I uhm have to piss" I lie. "I got you man" Sam pulls over to a gas station and I quickly run out of the car and into the bathroom. I sigh as I pull down my pants when an idea popped in my head.

I pull out my phone and start recording.

*a little while later*

I finish and clean myself up as i send the video to y/n.

me: video

me: I hope you enjoy this love

Y/n POV

I hear my phone buzz and I open it without hesitation. I see he sent a video and I watch it from beginning to end.

me: can't wait for you to get home daddy~

I know that name gets him going and I wanna see what happens. not even 5 minutes later, I get another text from him.

colbs<333: god you have no idea what you do to me, angel. when I get home, you better have my favorite outfit on with your head hanging off the side of the bed<3

me: yes sir<33

since I have his location, I can see how far away he is. he's about an hour and a half away from home, so when he gets about 10 minutes away from home, I'll do what he says.

*an hour and a half later*

I get more and more excited when I watch his icon get closer and closer to our house. I decide to get changed into his favorite lingerie and lay down on the bed.

I hear the door open and I hear stuff slam on the ground with fast foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly put my head off the side of the bed just like he said. the door swings open and I see him with lustful eyes eating me alive.

"goddamn angel, you look gorgeous" he walks closer to me. his rough, calloused hands run all over my body as he ogles me. every movement he makes on my body, I twitch with anticipation.

he plays with my tits as he runs his fingers over my nipples over the lingerie as a whimper elicits from my mouth. I feel his boner on my cheek in his pants, wanting to be let out. I lift my hand up to caress his cock. I wrap my hand around it and barely squeeze it. he groans as he steps back to free his aching cock.

"you ready, princess?" he asks as he places his cock on my lips. I nod vigorously and open my mouth, spit already coating his leaking tip.

"just tap my thigh if you can't breathe" he reassures. I nod as he taps his cock on my tongue a few times before shoving his cock in my throat. I gag but then get used to it.

I let him use my throat for whatever he needs. there's pre-cum and saliva dripping down my chin and my mouth.

his thrusts get more harsh. 'hes about to cum' I think to myself. "gonna.... fuck.. close.." he mutters. he can't even pronounce words. I grab his waist and pull him further into my mouth. "fuck!" he yells, unknowingly I was going to do that.

I feel his cum drip down my throat and chin. I sit up and gather his cum and put it back in my mouth. he does the same with my spit.

his eyes widen for a second, like he has an idea. he pulls out his phone and starts recording.

"oh Sam would love this, wouldn't he?" he teased his fingers on my slit. I can only nod, my mind is cloudy and my eyes dizzy with pleasure. "I need words, pretty girl." he says, curling his fingers up in me. "yes! he would love seeing me like this!" I yell. Colby chuckles at my words.

"seeing you like this. being such a slut for me." his fingers get more and more quick. I know that him and Sam have done something like this in the past, but Sam watching me is so erotic to me.

"go ahead and tell the camera how much of a slut you are. for me and Sam. go on bitch."

"fuck Sam, I want you in me. I want you and Colby to fuck me so hard it hurts to walk. please Sam" I beg with pleasing eyes.

"good bitch" his fingers get more aggressive and he can tell I'm getting close.

he rips his fingers out of me as I'm about to cum. "w-what... why.. please, I want it... wanna cum for you" I plead into the camera.

he grabs my cheeks "only good sluts get to cum. this is what you get for getting me hard in the car. you knew I was with Sam and yet, you still did it. it's like you wanted Sam to know." he coos.

"yes! I wanted Sam to know! I want you both to fuck me!" I whine.

"that's what I thought, you whore" he lines up his cock and slides it up and down my wet folds.

"daddy please I need you." I beg. "fine, only because I'm so fucking hard for you" he rams his cock into me without a second thought.

"why don't you tell Sam what you want him to do to you, hm?" Colby teases. "want.... want you to fuck my face while Colby e-eats me out" my hands cover my face in embarrassment.

he rips my hands from my face "I think Sam would wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you." he pins my hands above my head as he slides his cock in and out of me.

his pace gets faster and his rhythm gets sloppy. my legs wrap around his waist, wanting him closer in me.

he apparently liked that because I feel him twitch in me. "fuck... gonna cum in your pretty pussy, huh? you want me to cum in you, fucking slut"

"shit..... yes yes yes please." I beg more.

his final push in me makes me unravel the knot in my stomach. my back arches as my legs tighten around his waist.

his breath slows as he picks himself up and goes to our bathroom. he runs a washcloth under water and comes back to clean us up.

Colby wore a smirk on his face that I couldn't see. "hey baby, can you get the cameras from downstairs please? I wanna edit some footage from earlier"

"yeah sure" I struggle to go downstairs but I make it through

I turn the corner and there he is…

Sam

he was downstairs this whole time

"uhm uhh... hi?"

"hello beautiful" he says as he stands up and walks towards me. he puts a finger under my chin and makes me look at him "you sounded lovely up there. calling out for me. I hope you meant every word up there because I plan on making those things true. " he whispered in my ear.

his phone goes off. "I wonder what this is" he says sarcastically. he pulls up the video Colby took of me. "I hope I make you sound like this" he kisses your neck and walks out the door.

“fuck”

- - - - - - -

this has been in my head for a looooong time

[joeyb1989]

attached* - joe burrow

word count: 1.4k

pairing: joe burrow x reader

warnings: smuttttt, pet names, fluff

a/n: this was inspired by @starsinthesky5 and her anons from horny hour😝 this was meant to be a blurb, but i just decided to keep adding to it to make it a small little fic. hope you all enjoy 💕

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“I miss you,” Joe whined through the phone.

It was the first road game of the season, well, preseason. Which unfortunately fell on the week you got caught up in work. When you realized you wouldn't be able to fly to Chicago, you planned on coming home after work and watching the game in the living room with your best friend.

Joe got to play for a couple snaps. He was doing so well that it even made you a little teary-eyed when he threw a touchdown pass to Tee. The off-season has been hard on both of you, but when he puts his mind to something he will get it done. He made it a goal to come back stronger and better than ever, despite what the outside voices said; and here he was, proving them all wrong.

“I miss you more, baby,” you sadly smiled at your cute boyfriend on the Facetime call. You always hated being away from Joe. Ever since you two got together at LSU, you two were practically attached at the hip. Everything Joe did, everywhere he went, everyone he hung out with, you were there; and vice versa. When you two couldn’t be together, it was hard on you both.

“I dont think that’s fucking possible, but okay,” Joe smiled

“When do you think you’ll get home?” you ask, knowing he’s in the team hotel waiting for the word that it was time to board the bus to the airport.

“Most definitely late, babe,” Joe sighed

You opened your mouth to say something but Joe quickly beat you to it, “Don’t wait up. I’ll be there when you wake up. You need to rest, honey.”

You sighed, knowing that you could disagree with him on this, but you would probably pass out as soon as your head hit the pillow.

“Okayyy,” you dragged out, watching Joe stand up from the bed and doing one final check of the room. 

“Coach just texted. Gotta go meet up in the lobby to get on the bus,” Joe said

“Okay, be careful,” you smiled

“I will. Get some rest. I’ll be home before you know it, beautiful,” Joe said

“I love you, Joe,” you cooed

“I love you so much,” Joe smiled before ending the call.

An hour later

After cleaning the house up a bit and taking a nice, relaxing shower, you crawled into the crisp, cool sheets. You felt so much peace after such a stressful week. It would’ve been even better if your boyfriend that also doubled as a 220 pound body pillow was with you.

You heard your phone chime next to you on the nightstand. You thought it might've been Joe telling you that they were about to board the plane, but what it actually was made your eyes go wide.

Joe had sent you several pictures of his thick, long, erect cock. The sight caused a pool of wetness to grow in your panties.

Joe: He was missing you 🤗

His text under the hot pictures had to make you giggle. Even though Joe was literally the hottest man you’ve ever seen, he was just a little dorky guy at heart.

You: Holy shit, Joe.

Joe: Wanna know what made me hard?

You: Uh.. sure?

Joe: I remembered the sex we had the night before I left for Chicago.

“Man, that was some good damn sex,” you thought to yourself. You and Joe both had built-up frustration inside of you. He was stressed about the game and annoyed with how many of his teammates were getting hurt. You were so exhausted and irritated from how busy work had been for you. You both went through a solid three rounds before you both crashed.

You: That was goooood.

Joe: Mhm.

You: Joe I’m so fucking wet right now. I need you.

Joe: We’re about to board the plane. I’ll be home to take care of that soon 😉

A couple hours later

You had been tossing and turning for two hours now, not being able to sleep due to the need in your panties.You knew Joe didn't like it when you got off without him, so you would just have to wait.

After pondering if you should just rub one out without telling him, the garage door opened, signaling that Joe was home.

You couldn't help but let a smile grace your face. Joe was practically your lifeline and being without him for even a few minutes killed you.

You stood up from the bed and walked down the stairs where your eyes fixed to your boyfriend. He was wearing a tight long-sleeve shirt with sweats on. Your eyes trailed him up and down. His long legs, thick thighs, delicious cock, his belly, pecs you loved to run your tongue around, his veiny hands and arms, and his bleached buzz cut that's growing out so quickly, making you feral. The hallway light was illuminating him in a way that made you need him inside of you. 

“Hey, baby,” Joe smiled, pulling you into a tight hug and pressing light kisses to your forehead

“Hey, Joey,” you giggled into the crook of his neck.

You leaned back to meet his gaze before he slowly pulled you in for a steamy kiss. His tongue eventually traced your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth. His grip on your waist tightened as you moaned into his mouth. As you both pulled away for air, he quickly started sucking on your neck while his hands fell to your ass, lifting you up with ease.

He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down softly before crawling on top of you. He slowly lifted his your shirt up before trailing kisses down to your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth while he slowly massaged the other one, repeating the same action to the other.

As he began trailing kisses down your belly, you knew where this was heading; but you needed more than what was coming.

“Babe,” you breathed out. Your manicured hands finding both sides of his head, stopping him.

“Are you oka-”

“Joe, I literally need your dick inside me. I’m turned on so much it hurts,” you said as you watched his eyes turn a dark shade of blue you’ve never seen before.

It took Joe only a few seconds to strip down and line his cock up with your entrance. You both moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. He set a relentless pace as your hands went up and sent scratches down his back. 

“J- Joe,” you moaned, “harder.”

He reached down a lifted one of your legs above his shoulder. This new angle allowing him to hit you in places he knew drove you wild.

After a few minutes, you felt that unmistakable feeling in your belly, “Joe, I’m so close,” you moaned. Joe looked down to where you two were connected. The sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping core brought him closer to his own orgasm. He pinched with your sensitive clit, making you see stars.

“Joe,” you screamed as your high watched over you.

After a few more thrusts later, you were calmed down enough to regain your senses, and realized Joe had not came yet.

“Turn us,” you ordered

“Are you sure,” Joe asked

“I said turn us.”

Joe pulled out and flipped you two over, his hands finding their home on your hips as you sank down onto him. 

“Jesus, baby,” Joe whined as your walls clenched around him. Joe became a moaning mess as you started bouncing on his cock. “Oh my go- god”

He eventually started moving you himself when you felt your legs getting tired. “You look so pretty above me, baby,” Joe panted. 

When the tip of his cock hit your cervix, it made you both throw your heads back in pleasure. “B- baby I’m- gonna cum,” Joe moaned as you increased your speed.

“Fuck, me too,” you whined

Soon, you felt hot ropes of Joe’s cum shoot into your core, “Mommy,” he groaned as his pleasure washed over him.

That was enough for you to come for the second time. You fell onto Joe’s chest while both of you tried to catch your breaths. 

His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back, “You did so good for me baby,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“It’s good to have you back, I missed you,” you smiled against his chest

“I missed you more. I love when we’re together. It’s like we’re attached,” Joe smiled

“Do you mean that metaphorically or physically,” you raise an eyebrow motioning towards his dick.

“Both?” Joe laughed as his eyes got heavy

“Goodnight, baby,” you smiled, kissing his jaw

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Joe smiled

“I love you,”  you both said in unison before falling asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

[willowrites]

can you do a smut where y/n has a of and colby finds out

smile for the camera

PAIRINGS. colby brock x fem reader

SUMMARY. it’s the very beginning of your and colby’s relationship and there’s a tiny little something you haven’t told him about your job…

WARNINGS. smut, fem!masturbation, oral f!receiving, colby talking you through it!!!

AUTHORS NOTE. thank you this was a very different request but i was sooo into it 🤤 sorry its so short and also i’m so so sorry for being mia again, i took a trip to mexico and came back with the WORST stomach bug but i’m back! 💝

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

…and record.

you sat back down on your silk sheets on top of your bed. vibrator in one hand and your other propping you up against your camera.

you turned the vibrator on hearing the familiar buzz of the toy.

you made eye contact with the camera lens then made contact between the vibrator and your clit.

you lightly placed it on your clit; hips jolting at the sensation.

“fuck..” you whispered.

you close your eyes, imagining a certain man in between your legs. lips on your sensitive spot sucking and biting.

you pressed the vibrator even harder on your clit.

you groaned at how strong but how good it felt.

“mmm…please.” you begged to no one but your imagination.

you felt yourself get riled up. the feeling, it was so fucking good. you were starting to become overwhelmed by the pleasure.

you were so close. you felt it. you open your eyes to give the viewers more before your orgasm hits you.

“yes yes yes.” you whispered.

right there…

right fucking there…

right-

you heard a door slam.

your eyes widened.

colby.

“shit shit shit.” the vibrator on your clit felt so fucking good. just a few more seconds…

you heard his steps coming up the stairs.

“please please…” you moaned.

then it hit you. the wave of pleasure taking over your body.

you pressed the vibrator further on your clit riding out your orgasm.

you heard the doorknob jiggle and before you knew it…it opened.

“hey, baby- i-” he stopped in his tracks as he saw you. you had thrown a sheet over the bottom half of your body but leaving uncovered the top part of your lingerie-covered body. “holy shit.”

“i didn’t know you were coming home early.” you gulped.

“yeah…we ended early.” he surveyed the room, and then his eyes returned to you.

the silence couldn’t have been louder.

“so what were you doing…” he walked further into the room.

“uh…” you paused. your eyes flicked to the camera that you had propped up against a pile of blankets then back to him. “nothing…”

“y/n…” he dragged out while walking on your left side, his right. “you can tell me what…”

his voice shortly stopped as he laid his eyes on the camera.

you looked at him then afterwards avoided contact.

“were you…recording yourself?” he had a small grin on his face.

“no! i um…i mean maybe i uh…” you stuttered. fuck just tell him y/n.

you looked at him then the camera.

“yeah…i was. for um…” you sat up straight. “i was going to tell you this…i have an only fans.”

his mouth slowly opened.

“and…and believe me when i say that i really was going to tell you but i didn’t know what you’d think. and i should’ve told you before we started like dating i just-” you kept ranting but he interrupted you.

“baby, it’s okay.” he set his stuff down and sat down beside you. “i’m not judging you at all.” his arm went up to your bra strap.

your breathing became heavier the closer he got to you. “are you sure? i can stop if it makes you feel uncomfortable.”

he completely disregards your question and asks you a question. “what were you doing before i walked in?” he whispered. “were you filming?”

you lightly frowned. “i was yeah…” you said quietly observing how colby’s hand made his way toward your upper thigh.

“what were you filming yourself doing?” he got closer until he was kissing your shoulder.

“i-i- was just um…” you lost your breath.

“just say it.” his hand came up to your chin tilting your neck more to give him more access to it.

“i was touching myself.” you whispered, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“yeah? did u come?” he kissed up to your ear nibbling.

“yes.” you felt slightly guilty admitting that you made yourself have an orgasm from a vibrator but at the same time, you wanted to see what colby would do about it.

“did it feel good? better than my touch?” his hand inched up your thigh getting closer to where you needed him most.

“might need a reminder to answer that…” you were leaning closer to colby’s face looking at him and searching his eyes.

he raised his brow before taking the camera then getting up and connecting it to the line tripod that was set at the corner of the room.

“yeah? alright then, if i need to show you. i’m going to get it on camera.” he laughed but had no humor. he clicked the bottom igniting the red little dot on the camera signifying that it was filming.

he then rushed back toward you grabbing you by the neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

he immediately took dominance.

he pushed you back onto the bed grabbing both your hands in his and holding both over your head with only his right hand. “you’re okay with this?” he gestured toward the tripod.

you nodded connecting both your lips. you made out for a few minutes, the situation getting heavier and heavier.

afterward, he then connected his lips to your neck muttering, “can i take these off?” gesturing toward your lacy panties.

“mhm.” you nodded eagerly.

he quickly ripped them off so then nothing was between your bare skin and his clothed print.

you grunted feeling the burn from the material being pulled away from your body.

“wanna see me make you feel good? think i can’t do it?” he panted letting go of your hands so that he could move his mouth downward moving closer toward where you ached.

“mmmmm, we’ll see.” you were breathless and couldn’t help but flinch as he dove right in putting his tongue on your clit. “oh god.”

you squirmed under him still sensitive from the orgasm you had earlier.

“no come on baby you can take it.” he spoke against your sensitive spot. the sensation bringing chills all over your body.

your legs were starting to shake the more time passed by.

you already felt yourself about to hit that edge.

your chest moving up and down as you took deep breaths awaiting the pleasure that was about to hit you.

you looked down and saw colby with his eyes closed licking your juices up. it was that view that had your orgasm crashing into you. as he heard you moaning his name he went faster and faster helping you ride your orgasm out.

once time passed by you’ve had enough and we’re becoming way too sensitive.

“too much, baby?” his heavy breath hit between your thighs.

“mhm.” your body was limp as he crawled back up connecting your lips in a chaste kiss.

“can’t wait to watch this back.” he whispered.

you had totally forgotten he was recording…

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Chapter 3 - You've Torn Your Dress

Series Masterlist

Author's Note: This one's the first of many doozies. I recommend you clock out now if you think the following will distress you: mentions of rape, but no scenes or explicit description. If not, read on! Chapter Title is from Rebel Rebel by David Bowie.

Word Count: 7.7k

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Your first mission is delivered, and it goes about as expected. Contains usual tags, emphasis on mention of rape/non-con.

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When your team stepped into the safe house, you could see the moment the smell hit their noses.

“Merde,” Frenchie was the first to speak, a poor omen within itself. “What the fuck am I smelling?”

“Uh, probably the milk and meat. They’re the strongest.”

Annie said your name carefully, watching your reaction as she spoke. “What happened.”

“He wouldn’t put away the groceries.” You said with a shrug. You were over it. It was like, ten bad things ago.

“So you just. Left them out?” Hughie said, seemingly baffled.

“Yeah.”

“Mallory said she delivered them on the first night.” Annie glanced between you and Hughie.

“She did.”

Hughie’s eyes widened further. “That was almost two weeks ago.” When you just nodded in agreement, he pushed further. “They’ve been out the whole time?”

You frowned. “He doesn’t get to win.”

“What are you, five?” 

You just sighed, giving Hughie a pleading look. “Don’t tell MM.”

“What?” Butcher taunted from the back of the group. “That he was right, and you can’t handle Soldier Boy?”

“I thought you were on my side about this.”

“I’m on the side of the truth, Love.”

Both you, Annie, and Frenchie let out huffs of amusement at that claim, with Hughie looking sheepishly amused.

“You can’t possibly believe that.” Annie gave Butcher a pointed look. He only winked in response, leaving her to turn back to you with an eye roll.

“Has it been like this,” Hughie gestured vaguely around him. “The whole time?”

“Nah. Worse.”

Really, hell would be a better word for it. After the knife incident, there had been the toilet paper incident, which you had won, the coffee incident, also your victory, the laundry incident, point Soldier Boy, the TV incident, point you, and the Lord of the Rings incident, another point Soldier Boy. The Elton John, Jimmy Carter, and Rockefeller Center incidents had ended in stalemates akin to the Cold War, but should those fuses reignite, you were sure you could take them home. Overall, you’d burned him seven times, he’d thrown two chairs at you, you tossed shit in his face once and threatened castration on fifteen separate occasions, and he had offered to sleep with you thirty-one times.

“He hasn’t, he hasn’t hurt you. Right?” Hughie wasn’t fully looking at you when he asked, his voice soft and nervous.

“No. I mean, he’s tried. Not in… that way, but I’ve had a few things thrown at me. All the physical violence died out around the laundry incident, though. Now we’re using psychological warfare.”

“Laundry incident?” Hughie said at the same time that Frenchie said, “Psychological warfare?”

“Don’t ask.” Was your response to both. You’d avoid revisiting the laundry incident in your mind for the rest of your life if you could help it, and the actual practice of your warfare was more childish than you’d like to admit.

“Well, as lovely as a reunion this has been, we need to talk to you both. Where’s the cunt,  anyway?" Butcher craned his neck to look down the hall.

“Probably moping around in his room.” You shrugged. “Let’s talk in the living room, standing at the door is weird.”

While the living room hadn’t taken even close to as much damage as the kitchen, it had not escaped you and Soldier Boy’s sparring unscathed. Books provided by the CIA, which were mostly stereotypical classics, had been upended from their shelves and strewn across the floor. The TV was still intact, as was the sofa, but the former was stuck on PBS, and the latter was, at this point, compromised of 70% trash.

“Holy shit,” Hughie muttered as he stepped over a copy of Catcher in the Rye. “You can’t plan on living like this the whole time?”

“Well, if America’s number one man-baby would stop moaning and bitching about his glory days, then maybe, yeah.”

Annie gave you a concerned look. “And if he doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll castrate him.” Though the threat had now been made sixteen times, it never satisfied you less to say it.

“I’ve told you, Sunshine, if you did that, you would only be hurting yourself.”

Everyone in the room fell silent, their eyes trained over you with tense gazes. You turned to find Soldier Boy almost directly behind you. “I’ve told you, by definition, I’d only be hurting you.”

He gave a mocking pout. “Wouldn’t that plague your perfect little conscious?”

“I’d live.”

“Bitch.”

“Cunt.”

“Prude.”

“Manwhore.”

“Whiny Brat.”

“Waste of space.”

“Waste of good pussy.”

“Waste of government money.”

“Waste of Compound V.”

“Pathetic, assfaced Dickwad.”

“Stuck up, pretentious Ice Queen.”

“Geriatric, entitled, blue-balled G.I. Joe Fuckdoll”

The room had practically vanished around you as you and Soldier Boy fell into your now well-tread path of insults. Your blood was burning with that feeling, aching to burst across the room as both of you glared hard enough to, fingers crossed, kill the other.

“Jesus Christ,” Hughie said, breaking you out of your own spell.

“What are they doing here?” Soilder Boy asked, somehow having only just clocked their presence. “Do I finally get to do my job and leave?”

“No,” Annie answered. “We have no way of knowing how long you’ll be here at this point.”

“That’s what I said,” you muttered under your breath, turning back to your team.

“Yeah,” Soldier Boy said at full volume. “And I don’t fucking trust you.”

“Will you get off my ass about it now?”

“I think you like me on your ass, Sunshine. My offer never leaves the table.”

“Cunt.”

“Bitch.”

“Helpless man-child.”

“Prissy tease.”

“Glorified propaganda poster-“

“No,” Annie cut it. “We’re not doing that again.”

“Party pooper,” Butcher grumbled. “I was hoping they’d kill each other this time. Then we could just go home.”

“Well, did you at least bring me drugs?” Soldier Boy seemed to search the room, as if a pile of weed and coke would miraculously appear on the floor amongst the mess of wrappers and fluid-filled paper towels.

“We’re not buying you drugs with government money.” Annie said, giving you a look of apology. “As I’m sure you’ve been told.”

“Many times,” you affirm under your breath. You’d had to hide the glue on day five, which had let to the toilet paper incident on day six. A day had not passed since where you didn’t catch him trying to turn a new household object into something to snort.

“I thought weed was fucking legal now.” Soldier Boy glared at you, as if you were personally responsible for the CIA not buying him blunts. “It’s a free fucking country. I should be able to smoke whenever I damn please.”

“Porn is legal,” you reply. “Doesn’t mean the federal government is going to bring you some.”

“If they brought me porn and weed, I’d be far more open to whatever shit you want from me.” He winked at you.

“We gave you that last time,” Hughie pointed out, shifting nervously. “It barely helped.”

“Will you be a good little supe if we come back with porn and weed? Because we can go and-“

“No, we need to do this now.” Annie spoke over Butcher, and you noticed a line of worry on her forehead, along with Hughie’s nervous fidgeting. Though Butcher didn’t seem plagued by an anxious tell, he relented to Annie faster than you’d ever seen, and alarm bells went off in your head.

“Annie,” you bit the bullet, asking softly. “What is the ‘this’ you need us for?”

She gave you an apologetic look. “Trial run.”

“Trial run?”

“We’re giving you a test, Love.” Butcher said with a smirk. “See if your little experiment is even viable. Maybe take out a player in the process. All depends on if you and him,” he jerked his head to Soldier Boy. “Do your jobs right.”

“I don’t need your little ‘test’ to know if I can do my job.” Soldier Boy snapped.

“Last time you failed,” Hughie muttered.

Frenchie nodded in agreement. “In a spectacular manner, yes.”

“Because that bitch and that pussy stopped me.” An angry scowl was thrown at Annie and Butcher, who returned it and grinned widely back respectively.

“You were going to kill a kid,” Annie said coldly.

“He shouldn’t have been in the line of fire.”

“The line of fire? Do you hear yourself? Do you really care about others so little that-“

“I’d do it again,” he snapped back, unbothered by Annie’s disgust. “You don’t get to ask me for help and get mad when I do.”

You gave Butcher a pointed look. “Aren’t you glad you listened to me?”

Though all you got in response was a grunt from Butcher, Soldier Boy’s eyes shot to you. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

You returned his glare, steeling your own eyes to match his interrogating gaze. “We’re removing the ‘kill a kid’ option from your choices. You want to know why we’re stuck here? Because you fucked it last time, and we won’t let you fuck up again.”

“You won’t let me?” He sneered, leering at you coldly. “You don’t let me do anything, Sunshine.”

If the “Sunshine” thing continued to stick, you might have to throw yourself off a roof. But you didn’t flinch, just tilting your head mockingly. “You wouldn’t need a shock collar if you hadn’t bit the hand.”

“I wouldn’t bite the hand if it hadn’t tried to kill me.”

“Nobody tried to kill you, Mate.” Butcher interjected. Soldier Boy’s anger switched back to him with fists curling at his side, but Butcher kept talking with a bored drawl. “You shouldn’t have bloody fucked up.”

“And, like I said,” you shrugged. “It won’t happen again.”

“If I see the shot, I’ll take it. Whether you like it or not.”

Looking into his eyes, you believed him. No doubt fogged your brain that, given the opportunity, Soldier Boy wouldn’t hesitate to take out Ryan Butcher with Homelander. Part of you, the angry and bitter part still trapped underground, understood that. But you’d see Ryan once, from afar, and he had looked so young. You didn’t have to imagine his fear or touch him to understand what it was like. For your life to change abruptly and without reason, to have to sprint to keep up with your new one. Soldier Boy had volunteered for this life. Ryan hadn’t. You hadn’t.

So, holding Soldier Boy’s gaze, you made your voice clear and steady. “You don’t get to take the shot until it’s clear. Ryan will be out of the picture before you even see Homelander.” You turned to Annie. “What’s the test?”

“Head-popper.” Butcher answered for Annie with an odd look at you. His voice carried the usual light and oddly joyful tone he used when discussing murdering supes, but his eyes on yours were quieter, with less manic vengeance than you’d seen before. If you didn’t know better, you’d call them thankful.

“Head-popper?”

Hughie jumped in at your confused frown. “Neuman.”

“Oh,” you paused, looking over Hughie’s worried face. “We’re going after Neuman?”

“Who the fuck is Neuman?” Soldier Boy asked with a reluctant grumble. You had picked up on his consistent annoyance with new things after you’d found him screaming at the microwave three days ago, and not knowing new people didn’t seem to be any different.

“She’s a supe who can pop people’s heads like balloons.” Frenchie gestured in imitation for effect. “It’s disgusting.”

“And she’s the VP elect, which would put an ally of Homelander in the White House, one step from the Oval Office.” Annie said pointedly, giving Frenchie a look. You offered him a small smile over her head. Though the demonstration hadn’t been helpful, watching his hands fly around mimicking Neuman’s powers was undeniably entertaining.

“She's dangerous,” Hughie added. “But she’s not a bad person. We don’t want to kill her, just remove her powers.”

“What do we need her for then?” You didn’t have to look to know Soldier Boy’s accusation was directed at you. You bit your tongue, trying to ignore the way the words seeped into your skin.

Because he’s right. A cruel whisper said into your ear, and the itch on your skin began to feel like a rash. You were saved from the plague of your thoughts—the urgent feeling to fall prompted by almost nothing—by Butcher.

“If you think you’re going anywhere without her, Governor, you’d better get used to being wrong. She’s there for the same reason she’s here. So you don’t go postal.”

Soldier Boy gave you an unreadable look as the rush of your heart in your chest slowed from Butcher’s words. You turned away from him, but you could almost feel his eyes through your skull as you looked at Butcher with a blank face.

“What’s the plan?” You asked, praying it would be simple, with as few people as possible around and, ideally, in the middle of a desert filled exclusively with fire extinguishers.

“MM and Kimiko are doing recon on one of Bob Singer’s rallies. Frenchie will create a distraction for the secret service, and Neuman’s personal detail is going to suddenly disappear-“

“Disappear?” You interrupted Butcher with raised eyebrows.

“Keep your panties on, they’ve been bribed. Once she’s isolated, Soldier Boy’ll blast her, and we can all go home confident in your little gambit.”

You hesitated, trying to imagine the last political rally you’d seen. Group of people in tight groups, electrical wiring for microphones, speakers, and lights. Gates and closed doors, hallways leading out onto streets. “How are we going to isolate her?”

“Me and Butcher will work on that,” Annie said, almost reaching for you with a reassuring pat, but thinking better and jerking her arm back. She opened her mouth, an apology certainly on her, but you raised your hand to cut her off.

“How long until we leave?” You asked. Maybe they’d say ‘three hours’ and you’d get to talk to someone who didn’t think swing music was sonically viable for a bit.

Hughie checked his watch. “Ten minutes ago.”

“Ago?” Your eyes widened.

He gave you a sheepish look. “We thought it would take less time to get you.” He turned to Soldier Boy. “Your suit’s in the van. I can bring it out-“

“I can change on the way.” Soldier Boy grumbled, ignoring Hughie’s start of sputtering protests. “Let’s get this over with.”

———-

Much to his annoyance, they had forgotten Ben’s shield, and nobody would let him change in the van. He tried several times, only to be met by a chorus of groans, shouting, and swearing. He had listened to their complaints only because she had started giving him a look he recognized as a flag for a storm of uncontrolled fire. No hot disgust or sparks of rage, only a cold and quiet, almost glassy-eyed stare. Her heart steady but her breathing too fucking controlled to be natural, measured so equally that it sounded mechanical. So, because he figured she would only become more bitchy to live with if she incinerated her alleged “friends”, Ben stopped trying to pull his shirt over his head.

Once he did, the van fell insufferably silent. The edged pleasantries and conversation he’d overheard during Butcher and his band of Assholes arrival had ceased save for tense questions and hushed conversations. Ben didn’t fail to notice all the spineless avoidance and careful words directed at them both. She, even after the foggy look faded, remained curled into a corner, trading small and toothless smiles with her team. More timid than he’d seen her before, almost like a scolded child as she looked around the van nervously. Her eyes watched the shadows as though Homelander himself might jump from them, the chew of her lip giving Ben a headache. The only words she spoke were a jab at Ben when he’d said something about political rallies post-election being fucking pathetic—giving him a lecture about American politics now heavily depending on something called “going viral”—only to fall silent once more after. Her team looked at her like a glass bomb, as if she was a delicate statue looming over their heads and not the vulgar, violent woman who slept down the hall from him. That woman infuriated him, testing his patience every time she opened her mouth, but this paranoid, skittish pussy of a girl was so much worse. So when the van halted and Butcher’s team began to filter out, he called her name. When she ignored him, he reached out and grabbed her arm.

“What the fuck!” She pulled herself out of his grip in a second, staring at him with anger. She glanced down at her arms, a look he didn’t understand crossing her face, before returning her attention to him. “Do not touch me.”

“I barely touched you,” he glowered, annoyance quickly flooding him. He had only brushed skin, with a light grip she had thrown off, there was no need to be so dramatic. “When I touch you for real, you’ll fucking know, Sunshine. And you’ll fucking beg for it. I needed to make you listen, you were fucking ignoring me.”

Her brows knit, and he heard the chew of her teeth on her tongue. “I’m not going to beg for anything, and I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“I said your name, and you kept fucking walking.”

“I didn’t hear you.” She snapped, but didn’t relent. “Speak up next time.”

She knew just as well as Ben did that they were both far from quiet, pussy-voiced fuckers. And while he definitely hadn’t yelled for her attention, it shouldn’t have fucking mattered. He’d seen her pick up his grumbled insults and mocking comments just fine over the past two weeks. “Bitch.”

“What do you want?” She asked with a sigh, ignoring his jab and looking at him as if he exhausted her just by breathing. “We have to go, and you still need to change.”

“You shouldn’t let them treat you like that.” He said, not hiding the contempt from his voice. He wasn’t going to skirt around his thoughts, lining them gently to help her fucking feelings.

Her body tensed, her limbs looking as if they’d locked into place. “Like what?” Ben heard her swallow as she answered, her voice not lost enough to make her sound clueless to his words.

“Like you’re a child they have to coddle. A problem they have to deal with.”

She stared at him, her glassy-eyes returning. “Shut up. You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about, cunt-face.”

Ben snorted. “They don’t treat you like the bitch you are. They always use that sweet, pussy voice, like they’re talking to a fucking puppy, when they say something to you. They’re always all fucking pouty when they look at you, pussyfooting around so they don’t make you sad.” He gave her a mocking grin, hoping the next words landed like a bullet. “They treat you like me.”

It had clearly worked, as the van had grown hot, and her eyes were clearing as her heart began to pick up. Ben felt an odd feeling cover him as he heard it, almost familiar and sparking pride in his chest. She wasn’t a jittery shell anymore, she was going to try and kill him. It made his grin grow genuine, and the van grew only more heated, the air waving around them.

Her mouth opened, and Ben hoped whatever came out of it would be vile and crude.

“Hey!” She turned her head and clenched her jaw as someone called her name from outside, the van rattling as a fist banged against it. “We need to go!”

The door opened to reveal the Cocksucker, whose face grew quickly red, a bead of sweat falling from his hairline, as he was blasted with a quickly dying wave of heat.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, turning from Ben as the heat dropped further. “Coming.”

Cocksucker gave her a worried look, his gaze flying quickly to Ben, but just nodded and stood aside for her to move past.

As the door closed and Ben began to change, he listened for their soft, tense words.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?” Cocksucker’s voice was nervous and gentle, like being suffocated by one of those fucking fluffy blankets Ben had seen in the empty bedroom of the safe house.

“No, he just grabbed me to talk. And you don’t have to keep asking me that. I’m fine, and it’s not as helpful as you think it is.” Ben frowned at her voice, the malice from it drained entirely in only a few seconds, replaced with only a tired hollowness.

“Grabbed you?! Like, he touched you?”

Having anticipated Cocksucker being more interested in the “talk” part of her sentence, or the shit that sounded like it was about feelings, Ben's brain rattled over Cocksucker’s word, his tone of panic looping in Ben’s head. He spoke of Ben’s touch as though it were a plague, and not something many people would kill to feel. Ben almost burst out of the van to say just that, but froze when he heard her answer.

“It was fast, I didn’t feel much. Even if I did, it doesn’t matter. I can’t go the rest of my life without touching people.” Her voice had a finality to it, and Ben could almost picture her downturned lips and wrinkled brow.

“You touch us when you heal us.” Even Cocksucker’s voice didn’t sound sure of his response.

“It’s not the same, and you know that.”

There was a momentary stall in their words, and Ben took the opportunity to emerge, securing his belt as he walked to the door. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to see, but Cocksucker looking pathetically around, anywhere but the woman as she curved into herself, wasn’t it. She held a white-knuckle grip on the sleeves of her jacket, her thumb running up and down in small movements. They both turned to him as the door banged open, and Ben caught the empty look behind her eyes before her indifference slipped back into place.

“Did you hurry me just to sit around like pussies, or are we going to start fucking moving?” He asked, the air feeling too uncomfortable to sit in.

Cocksucker blinked, glancing at his watch. “We have a few minutes until they arrive, but I guess it can’t hurt to be vigilant-“

“Arrive?” The woman’s eyes widened, and Ben saw smoke curl from her hold on her jacket. “They’re coming here?”

Cocksucker nodded. “It’s a high-security escape exit-“

“It’s a fucking street, Hughie.”

“That’s used as a high-security escape exit.” After a moment of searching the area, Cocksucker pointed a few yards down, at a large door set against brick. “Neuman will come right out of there, and her guards will close her out here, where Soldier Boy will blast her.” He paused, glancing at Ben, before looking back at the door and taking small, cowardly steps away from his spot between them.

“It’s a public area, anyone could walk past! What the fuck were you thinking?!” Her voice was hushed and agitated, and Ben had never seen her face lose color at that speed before, had never heard her heart stutter and jump as if trying to escape her body.

“It’ll be fine,” Cocksucker’s voice wavered, giving them both a nervous look. “It should be fine. MM said it would be fine.”

“You heard him, Sunshine,” Ben gave her a wink, adding a half-cocked smile when she didn’t even return him with a dirty look. “MM said it would be fine. And have some fucking faith in me, I’m not a fucking monster. I won’t blast any running pussies except for this head-popper broad.”

“You don’t even know what she looks like.” Her tone wasn’t quite the vicious mockery he was used to, but it was better than the apathetic, empty voice she’d been using. She was rolling on the balls of her feet, speaking without looking at him, her eyes moving restlessly from the door to the end of the street. “And I don’t believe you.”

Ben just shrugged, allowing the silence to hang. The wind was picking up, whistling through the chill of winter air, making the heat around them, emitting from both Ben and the woman, all the more obvious. Despite the biting cold, Cocksucker had taken off his stupid puffy jacket, even stepping back further from where they stood, with Ben in the center of the street and the woman off to the left. Despite her slowly stepping further and further back, her back now almost against the wall, Ben could feel her watching him, hear her heart continue its new and erratic beat.

“How long now, Hughie?” Her voice was raised to carry over the wind, though it hadn’t lost that stupid fucking weakness. Cocksucker, thank fuck, didn’t get a chance to respond with pathetically comforting words, as only one skipping heartbeat after she spoke a shrill fire alarm sounded.

“I’m assuming that’s your stupid French fuck's plan?” Ben asked dryly. “Start a fucking fire? I thought you pussies were all about minimal damage.”

“He probably just pulled the alarm.” The Cocksucker’s answer lacked any confident assurance. “And I think we’re just against needless murder.”

Ben almost started to rant about their so-called needless murder being a mighty high horse for a group of people who had manipulated him just as much as Vought, who’d been willing to help him kill all those backstabbing pussies from Payback so he’d help them. About how their stupid fucking moral purity complex seemed to adjust perfectly to aid them, and maybe he wasn’t a fucking angel, but he was strong and powerful—something they fucking needed—man, and he wasn’t a pussyfaced liar about what he was, what he did. The words died on his tongue, though, as hundreds of frenzied footsteps reached his ears.

“Fuck!” he growled, turning around and pointing at Cocksucker. “You fucking pussy.”

Cocksucker gave him an idiotically confused stare. “Dude, uncalled for.”

“She,” Ben pointed to the woman, whose heart was beating impossibly fast and looking on with a bloodless face. “Was fucking right. This is a stupid plan, because unless your head-popper walks like a human centipede, it’s not going to be just her that I fucking hit when that door opens.”

Cocksucker only gaped at him like a fish as the footsteps grew louder, annoyingly unsure stutters  escaping him, and just as Ben decided it might be good to slap the idiot out of his daze, the woman stepped forward.

“We need to move, Hughie. Now.” Her voice wasn’t steady, her whole body was tensed and hyper, but it held a determination Ben almost admired. “We can’t be here.”

“He- he could be fucking lying, or wrong-“

“That’s not a risk we can afford to take.” She cut off Cocksucker’s doubts, and Ben found himself surprised at her defense of him, even if it could barely be called that. Her hands were smoking once more, but she had firmly planted herself in the middle of the road, eyes turning sharply to Ben. “If people see you, any element of surprise over Homelander would be lost. We need to fucking move, you need to get in the fucking van now-“

The door banged open, and the streets flooded as hoards of people in star and stripe-themed outfits flooded the road. Everything became so loud, and that rapt, snapping sound in Ben’s head started to spread through him, spurring the drum in his chest. They were finding rhythm so fast, everything fading as Ben tried to slow it. But there were screams and shouts, and everything was getting further and further away from him while carving into him all the same, so though Ben could hear the sounds of metal clanging and shouts of his supe name, he couldn’t think anything past the beat beat beat, until he lost it all at once.

As his vision grew clear with his head, Ben expected to see shattered bodies and bloody walls. Instead, all he saw was the woman and fire. Her face was flushed red, her eyes crazed, and her clothes had become charred with holes as the fire surged from her into a barrier, cutting them off from the crowd. Cocksucker was yelling her name, urging them both to return to the van and leave, but as Ben moved, he glanced back to see the woman frozen and heard her heart as if it were his own. The wall was growing wider and shooting high, Cocksucker wouldn’t shut the fuck up about moving, but her eyes had squeezed shut, unresponsive to anything but the growing flames.

“We need to fucking go, now!” Ben turned to see a large man he vaguely recognized barreling down their side of the street, his face twisted in anger. Butcher, Starlight, a small woman he remembered fighting, and that French prick followed him, all loading into the van as the large man stopped beside Cocksucker.

“I told you he’d fucking blow it,” the man said, giving Ben a disgusted look, so flawlessly revolted Ben wouldn’t be surprised if he’d fucking practiced in the mirror.

“Hey, I didn’t fucking blow it, you pussy-“

“You said that Neuman would come out of here, that it would just be her!” Cocksucker, much to Ben’s shock, cut him with a high voice and a wave at the wall of fire. “That’s way more than just her! Is she even there?!”

“No,” the man said gruffly. “Neuman saw Butcher and figured out something was up. She’s long gone.”

“Fuck!” Cocksucker yelled, running a hand through his hair.

“Oi, we can go over how MM fucked up later,” Butcher leaned out from the van. “We need to go before she sends Homelander.”

“How I fucked up? You’re the one who disobeyed me and blew our cover-“

“What’s wrong with Madame Anomaly?” The French Prick appeared at Butcher's side.

Cocksucker glanced at the woman, calling her name before turning to the large man Butcher had called MM. “She absorbed Soldier Boy’s blast. I think it got her stuck.”

“We don’t have time for this. Get Soldier Boy in the van, I’ll take care of the Anomaly.” MM repeated the French Prick’s words, and Ben realized they were, for the first time, using the woman’s supe name.

“You heard him, Gov. Get in the bloody van.” Butcher’s words were clearly directed at Ben, but as he climbed into the van Ben saw Butcher’s attention locked on the woman.

MM had moved closer to the woman, a move Ben deemed more fucking stupid than brave. If she had “absorbed his blast,” as Cocksucker said, he wouldn’t recommend any non-supe be anywhere near her. MM seemed to realize this himself at the last possible second, taking a pathetic, stumbling step back with a pause. He and Cocksucker exchanged a look, something passing between them that Ben didn’t understand, before Cocksucker leaned down to grab a pebble from the road. Ben watched as he shakily shook out his arms, wound up, and tossed the pebble at the woman.

It was a terrible fucking idea, Ben didn’t have to be Einstein to know that, but the chain reaction that played out still managed to go worse than he might have guessed.

The woman whirled around, her eyes blazing, with a roar sounding from her chest. Fire shot from the wall directly at Cocksucker. In almost slow motion, Ben watched her face become painted with horror as she recognized her target, a different, fearful sound leaving her. She reached an arm out, her heart seeming to falter, and barely redirected the flames before they hit Cocksucker in the chest. The blaze just grazed Cocksucker’s arm, passed the van clear of anyone else, and hit the building with a boom.

The moment the bricks caught fire and the ground began to shake as the building crumbled, the woman's wall of fire fell. The woman herself remained upright, but only barely as MM shouted her name and she started to stumble to the van. Cocksucker was hauled in by Starlight and the French Prick, the former fussing over his burnt arm—Ben had seen worse at Herogasm and nobody whined about it—and Cocksucker waved her off. The woman pulled herself in, ignoring Butcher’s outstretched hand, and the door closed behind her. MM appeared in the driver’s seat, and as the engine started everyone fell into a heavy-breathed silence.

Through the ride, Ben watched the woman open and close her mouth a million times, returned to her fetal position in the corner but watching Cocksucker with a strained face. Her hands tapped against her still-smoking jacket, reaching out hesitantly before she pulled them back into herself. No words were spoken, not even the anxious whispers of the ride there. Ben felt relief as the van stopped, MM climbing out and opening the doors to reveal the exterior of the safe house, grateful for any excuse to leave these stupid, sniffing pussies to wallow in their failure.

MM led Ben and the woman to the doors, opened them by leaning oddly at the doorbell, and gestured for them to walk through. The man followed them in, shutting the doors behind him with a rough push.

“If we failed the test, I am not doing that fucking shit again.” Ben grumbled as MM turned around from the now-shut entrance.

“Butcher told me about the fucking mess you and him made in here.” MM ignored Ben entirely, speaking to the woman as if he wasn’t even there. “A team cleaned it up while you were gone, and Mallory will send more groceries tomorrow night. I saw a picture, it was fucking gross. I’m only doing it once, because I don’t want a new disease to develop in here. You’re an adult, you should take care of this place by your goddamn self.”

The woman looked at her feet, humming a small acknowledgment. She didn’t look up as she spoke. “Is Hughie going to be okay?”

MM sighed. “The kid will live. I’ll look at him when we get back.”

“I could help-“

MM cut her off with her name. “He’ll be fine. We’ll make sure of it.”

She gave another nervous hum, and Ben jumped in.

“Can you answer my fucking question-“

“We’ll let you know what our next steps are after we talk to Mallory and Singer. This wasn’t good, but it’s not the end of the damn world.” Once again, MM ignored Ben. It was starting to feel personal. Before Ben could push further, MM reached a hand out to rest on the woman’s shoulder, right over a hole in her sleeve. Her head shot up with her heart, but the panic in her seemed to evaporate just as soon as it appeared. Her name was gentle as MM spoke it, eyes locked with hers. “You didn’t fuck up. You did your job.” She nodded slowly. “It’ll be fine.” With those last words, he exited the building, leaving Ben and the woman in the hall.

“What’s his fucking problem?” Ben grunted, half directed at the woman, half to just say it.

She gave him a flat look. “You killed his family.” Before he could come up with a clever response, honest or dodging the annoying feeling of guilt forming in his throat, the woman turned from him and walked away.

———-

You were so tired. Your bones ached, oddly cold in a way you hadn’t felt in a while, your skin crawled with feverish chills, and when you closed your eyes, you could see the flames graze Hughie and the building turn to dust. As MM’s lingering calm he’d offered you faded, all you felt was tired. Worthless. A liability. You had fucked up, just as much as Soldier Boy. Maybe more so, because he had PTSD, even if he would deny being a “hung-up pussy”. He had lost control because he’d been tortured by Russians, you’d almost killed your friend and definitely destroyed a rec center because you’d been startled. You just wanted to sleep, to deal with the inevitable fight about groceries in the morning, running on more than quickly expiring adrenaline and caffeine pills stuck in your throat.

You made it to your room, changing into one of the pajama sets folded in your drawers, hoping someone mentioned that the allegedly fire-proof wardrobe you’d been given apparently wasn’t strong enough for the full force of your fire combined with Soldier Boy’s nuclear explosions. A shame, you’d liked the pants you’d chosen for the mission. You’d live without the jacket, though. You’d hardly pulled the shirt over your head when the door ripped open, a still suit-clad Soldier Boy standing at your door.

“What fucking happened to you?” His question was blunt and confusing as he entered your room, remaining near the door but over the threshold.

Your body was too heavy to fight with him right now. There was no tense prickling on the bridge of your nose, only the throbbing stab of a headache. “Go away, Soldier Boy.”

“All of you have a fucking thing. A weird, sad reason to whine around and pretend you’re better than me.” He didn’t budge, but rather leaned forward. “What’s yours.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said I killed MM’s family. Butcher’s always pussying around about Homelander stealing his girl. Cocksucker mentioned something about that fast asshole doing something as well. I’m not sure what the French Prick bitches about, but I’m sure it’s something.”

“First of all, you did kill MM’s family.” You really don’t want to do this right now, but maybe he’ll give up and fuck off. A fruitless wish, a small part of you knows, but you have nothing left to push back with. “And Homelander didn’t ‘steal Butcher’s wife’, he raped her.”

“Right.” Soldier Boy watched you, his expression unreadable in the shadowy room. “Those are all fucking things. So tell me what yours is.”

“I don’t have one,” even as you speak the insistence, it sounded fake and hollow.

He takes another step forward. “Yes, you do. I saw how you froze, nobody without a thing locks up like that. I heard Cocksucker ask you if I ‘hurt you’. Just for the record, Sunshine, I may not be a Boy Scout, but I’m no fucking rapist.”

“You’ve tried to sleep with me thirty-three times.”

“And I’ll blow your mind when you realize how much you’d love it, no sooner. What’s your fucking thing.”

You stare at him, the intensity in his voice throwing you off. He’s insistent, comfortable in your room but standing at his full height, attention fixed entirely on you. That impression of dissection has returned—the feeling as if he’s trying to pick you apart for him to play with. “Why do you even care?”

“Because maybe if you tell me, I can kill what supe fucked up your pretty little head and you’ll be less of a bitch.”

You can’t stop the snort that escapes you. “What a selfish fucking cunt reason.”

He shrugged in something that could’ve been an agreement. “Maybe.” He falls silent, but doesn't leave.

You collapse to sit on the edge of your bed, staring ahead as you rub your temple. “Please just go.”

“No.”

You look at him, not caring if he sees the desperation in your eyes. “Can this not wait six hours for the morning?”

“No.”

“Do you know any words but no?” You mutter under your breath.

You didn’t miss his annoyed humph. “Oh, just fucking tell me.”

“No.” It was your turn to snap. Your exhaustion was becoming lined with bitter childishness, and you didn’t care enough to try and suppress your urge to sneer at him.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re an idiotic, self-absorbed, sadist asshat who wouldn’t know empathy if it started sucking his dick.” You mocked.

He grinned. “Ok, now name my bad qualities.”

“I’m not telling you.”

“I’ll start guessing,” he took another step forward, now almost directly before you. “Did that red-headed lesbian steal your puppy?

You frowned up at him. “Maeve was bisexual.”

“Did Noir take credit for a college project?” He ignored your comment, leaning down with a mocking smirk.

“Trust me, I got all my dues in college.”

“Did that gay-for-Jesus blond steal your boyfriend? Did the fast asshole that stole Cocksucker’s girl break up with you? Did water-boy eat your goldfish?”

“I’ve never met Ezekiel, A-Train actually murdered Hughie’s girlfriend, and The Deep famously doesn’t eat seafood, he fucks it. But by all means, keep going.”

Soldier Boy blinked. “He fucks it?”

“Yep. It’s gross.” You shrug. “Are you done?”

“Are you going to answer my question?”

You give a toothless smile. “Not until you get all your guesses out.”

“Oh?” There was unquestionable surprise in his voice at your relent, only making your fake cheer grow and your immature anger fully overtake you.

“I want you to feel like a real fucking asshole when I tell you.”

His face split open with a grin. “Well then, did the Twins kick you out of Herogasm? Did that bitch, Crimson Countess, overshadow your big debut? Did a Z-lister get more attention than you from the Vought pussies?”

You just raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms as Soldier Boy continued until the list of supes ran dry. As the last jeer left his mouth, he mirrored your face of cold amusement.

“Well?”

You leaned back, watching him closely as you spoke. “Homelander kidnapped me, kept me in a dungeon, raped me in an attempt to make more mini-Homelanders, and, after you returned, started experimenting on me to try and recreate the V used on you.”

A small shock rushed through you after you spoke. You hadn’t said any of that out loud, not fully, since you’d escaped. You danced around it with Butcher and his team, with Mallory and the CIA leaders, always picking and choosing parts to omit so nobody would look at you with pity and fear. It hadn’t worked, they did anyway, but there had still been control over it. Up until this moment, nobody had known why Homelander had done all those things to you. Everyone had seemed happy to chalk it up to him being a fucking psychopath, not anything deeper. Certainly not attempting to create a small army of additional Ryan Butchers. Small things were still yours, flashes of hunger and warped sounds remaining in your head, but everything else you had just told him.

Why did you do that? A voice hissed as the high from your petulance faded. Why did you let him win? Why did you give him a weapon to use that could hurt you?

But looking at him, he didn’t appear to be a portait of self-satisfaction and heartless triumph. He was staring at you, scanning you as though the scars Homelander left would be visible on your bare legs and arms. When he spoke, his voice wasn’t weak or coddling, but angry.

“He kept you locked up?”

You nod, part of you getting ready to fight him over something.

“He hurt you? To try and recreate me?” Your repeated nodding only seemed to inflate whatever was happening. “Did it hurt?”

Your arms and face started at that, an uncertain feeling spreading through you. There had been no reverent tone as Soldier Boy had asked the last question, no sadistic for affirmation. But you didn’t know what he wanted to hear. Why he even wanted to know. But an involuntarily honest answer escaped you. “Yes.”

He stared at you for another second before he opened his mouth, only to close it without making any sound. Abruptly, he whipped around and began to leave, giving you only one more indecipherable look as he closed the door behind him, leaving you on the edge of your bed, alone in your room.

You lay down slowly, half expecting him to storm back in at any moment, but minutes passed, quickly turning into a half hour, and your body sat at the edge of collapse once more. Soon it was unbearable, and you lay down, your racing mind being forced to a halt as sleep pulled you under.

Your sleep, as had been the case for a while now, was haunted by nightmares of blue eyes and yellow, fluorescent lights. You woke up in a cold sweat, and took a long, needlessly warm shower before forcing yourself to leave your room around 9:30. Despite your lingering fatigue, no part of you wasn’t restless as you walked down the stairs. Your body tense and ready to run, your head spinning with hypotheticals and lining up words you may need—that feeling under your skin creeping up your spine and fluttering in your gut. But Soldier Boy wasn’t in the living room or the hall. You poked your head in the dining room, hoping to avoid the minefield of the kitchen, but it was empty, the plastic chandelier lights off, the table occupied only by a vase of wilted flowers. You moved to the kitchen, ringing growing in your ears, but he wasn’t there. You turned to walk away, continue your search, but double-back as it hit you.

Nothing was in the kitchen. It was empty. Of Soldier Boy, and of the groceries MM said would be delivered.

You wandered in slowly, watching the counters as if they might start to glitch and flicker, revealing hidden produce and dirty dishes. But, leaning over the sink, there was a single plate, soaking in water that was dotted with crumbs. Slowly, you moved to the refrigerator, slowly opening it as you glanced around the room. Your eyes widened at the sight inside. Milk, drinks, and produce had been placed inside, disorganized and haphazardly. There was a jar of mayonnaise in the fresh drawer, along with a box of pasta on a side shelf, but the fridge was full. You moved quickly to the pantry, which had been sorted in a similar fashion, but filled. And when you opened the last cabinet, you saw a piece of paper stuck under a jar of peanut butter.

I know I did a shit job. Clean up if it bothers you, but don't bitch to me about it. And tell Mallory to get smooth peanut butter next time, or I’m not doing anything for her but killing Homelander - Ben

[xoxoladyaz]

It Hits Different This Time, Part 2

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie x Steve Harrington

TW: Mentions of alcohol, drug abuse

QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry that the last entry was so angst heavy, I promise this one provides some comfort! Eddie needed to take a big step here and he really, really does. Also, much love to everyone who commented, I've tagged you at the bottom of the post - let me know if anyone else would like to be notified of the next entry!

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It was another five days before Steve heard from Eddie. Another five torturous days of radio silence, only this time, there wasn’t anything online. No new articles were popping up saying he’d been spotted somewhere, no new TikToks of him meeting fans on the street. The rest of the band was MIA too; Steve had thought about sending Jeff a text to check-in but ultimately decided to wait another couple days. Robin had been texting with Chrissy, after all, and if something bad had gone down, she would know.

When Eddie did finally call, it wasn’t from a number that Steve recognized.

“I’m getting a call from Malibu.”

“Holy shit!” Robin sat up on the other end of the couch and shot him a look. “Okay, just breathe dingus, okay? It’s going to be okay, I’ll be here the whole time.” She squeezed his ankle comfortingly. “You can do this.”

Steve accepted the call with shaky hands and brought his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Steve.”

He shut his eyes and swallowed, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “Eddie.”

He heard Eddie let out a watery laugh across the line. “Do you, uh, have a minute?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Steve hummed. He physically couldn’t get an actual word out. 

This was it. Eddie was leaving, he’d cheated, it was over – 

“I’m in rehab.”

Steve’s eyes shot open. “You’re what?”

Robin started rocking back and forth. “Turn it up!” She hissed, and Steve obliged, turning up his volume so she could just barely hear what was being said. (Was this a private conversation? Yes. Did Eddie know he’d probably immediately tell Robin everything? Also yes. 

Was this news big enough to warrant having Robin eavesdrop?

Absolutely yes.)

“Yeah, I’m, uh, at the Promises Treatment Center in Malibu,” Eddie continued. “We got back about five days ago and when I saw your note, I – 

“Look, Steve,” Eddie continued, and his voice was choked up, like he himself couldn’t speak, “I fucked up. I’ve fucked everything up. You are – you said in that note that you didn’t want me to give up on my dreams, and you’re right, making it big and getting famous for my music was my dream for literal years. Because I kept thinking “once I get a record out there,” “once I go on tour,” “once I win a Grammy,” “once I get a million dollars,” then I’d finally be happy. 

“But it turns out the only thing being famous has done is make me pretty fucking miserable,” Eddie let out a harsh laugh. “But I was so goddamn convinced that this was it, you know, that I’d accomplished my dreams so I must be happy that I started taking whatever I could get my fucking hands on to make me feel that way. The thing is drugs and the alcohol and the parties never made it fucking last. It just made every other second that I was in the public eye that much worse.

“But I’d still made it, you know? I felt like I didn’t deserve to feel this fucking miserable. And everyone back home was so fucking proud and I didn’t want to let them down - ” Eddie paused for a few moments to clear his throat before continuing. “I didn’t want to let you down. Because Eddie “The Freak” Munson didn’t deserve you, but maybe Eddie “The Rock Star” could.”

Steve can feel his own throat closing up and he can barely see Robin’s face, his eyes are watering that bad. “Baby,” he sobbed. “I wish you’d told me.”

“Me too,” Eddie sniffled across the line. “I didn’t though, I just kept self-medicating and ignoring it, because that’s always worked,” he huffed sarcastically. “But then - ” Eddie cut off again, and Steve can hear that he’s trying so hard to hold back his own sobs, “then I came home last week and realized that I’d missed our goddamn anniversary because I was too fucking high and that you were gone and I just – I called Jeff and I told him to get me on a plane out here because you – you, Steve Harrington, you are the best thing in my goddamn life. And the only dream I want to chase now is the one where we get married and adopt some kids and grow old together.”

“Eddie,” Steve sobbed out again, and he heard Eddie start to cry too, and then suddenly they were crying together, even from hundreds of miles away.

“So I’m gonna be here for the next six weeks,” Eddie finally continued, his voice still full of tears. “I’m, uh, meeting with a therapist for a few hours every day and working through my shit. I wanna be a guy who deserves good things, baby. I wanna be a guy who deserves you.”

“What – what about the band?” Steve sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. A handful of Kleenex appeared in front of him. Robin must have gotten up to grab them at some point. He shot her a thankful nod and patted at his eyes; Robin nodded back and did the same, her face flushed that bright shade of red that accompanied her own tears.

“Murray wrote a provision into our contract where if one of us checks into rehab, then the band is instantly put on a two-year, non-negotiable hiatus.”

“But – what about your momentum, the label kept talking about it?”

“The label can go fuck themselves” Eddie practically growled over the phone. “Who do you think hosted the party where I first got my hands on the hardcore stuff anyways?”

“Babe - ”

“Murray said he was going to look into some sort of contract termination so we can sign somewhere else. And even if we didn’t have that thing written into our contract, we probably would have gone on hiatus anyways, or worse. That – the last leg was rough. Gareth was just as fucked up as I was and Jeff was fucking pissed. He kept having to pull Gareth out of orgies and shit while babysitting Phil and I too.”

“Did,” Steve swallowed harshly, “did - ”

“No, baby, never,” Eddie declared quickly. “Even when I couldn’t fucking see straight, you were the only one I wanted to be with. I honestly don’t even know who we were partying with at the end there, the label sent them for some PR shit, I don’t know. It’s just another reason why we want out.”

“Oh,” Steve murmured, “okay. Good. Or, well, not good. You know.”

“Yeah, baby, I do,” Eddie replied softly. 

They sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe. “I, uh,” Eddie started up again quietly, “I’m wearing the ring.”

“Yeah?” Steve found himself smiling despite the fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice was just as choked up as before. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Eddie - ”

“Look, I know, I know I hurt you so, so badly and I’m never going to fucking forgive myself for what I did, but I – you’re everything I want, baby. If I had to give up Corroded Coffin tomorrow for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. And I – I know I can’t expect for you to just, like, forgive me after the shit I pulled, but – will you be there, when I get out? Can I – I want to come home to you,” Eddie finished, and Steve could hear that he was crying again.

Steve looked over at Robin, who was wiping more tears out of her own eyes. They looked at each other for a few moments.

It might be crazy, but I think I want to say yes.

I don't blame you. I mean, this is one hell of an apology, especially from Mr. “I’ll Never Need to Go to Rehab Ever.”

Yeah. And I love him.

And you love him.

“I’ll be there,” Steve murmured reassuringly, and Eddie burst into a new wave of muffled sobs on the other end of the phone. “Just do what you need to do and come home when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting for home.”

“At home?” Eddie’s voice broke on a whimper.

“At home. I’ll even clean the bathrooms and everything,” Steve joked, and Eddie let out a loud laugh despite the quiet sobs Steve could still hear. 

“Really? You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, Eddie. I’ll be there. We can get through this.”

“Together.”

“Together. Because I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie let out an incredulous laugh again, “I love you so fucking much, baby. I’m going to marry the fuck out of you someday.”

“Save the sweet talk for when you get home, okay?” Steve could feel his heart settling in his chest, and whatever tears he’d had left to cry were all gone now. There was just the twinge of missing Eddie, but that would go away soon enough. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Eds.”

“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s answer was soft now. “So I, uh, get a couple hours to call people every day from one of the site’s phones. Can I keep calling you?”

“Please,” Steve heard Eddie exhale in relief. “Every day sounds perfect.”

“Good, good. I’ll have to, uh, use some of my time to talk to Wayne, but the rest of it is yours, baby. And Gareth, Jeff threw him into a different center too. His check-in was much less voluntary though.”

“Shit,” Steve winced. “Is there anything Robin or I can do to help?”

“Take Jeff and Chrissy out to a nice dinner and use the Amex,” Eddie snorted, causing Steve to laugh.

“Consider it done.”

“Good." Steve heard the sound of another voice behind Eddie. Eddie replied something Steve couldn't understand, but it was in the affirmative. "Doc says my time is up for today. My, uh, talk with Wayne took up a lot of time,” Eddie returned, and his voice trembled as he spoke. “But I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll see you in six weeks.”

“Yes you will.” Steve shut his eyes and imagined Eddie was standing right in front of him. Eddie with his riotous curls and holey graphic tees and tight jeans. Eddie with his rings on his fingers, with Steve’s ring on his finger. Eddie, standing across from him and smiling at him with that twinkle in his eye that had first caught Steve’s attention all those years ago. 

“I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll see you on the other side.”

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[jhopezwrld]

Hitting you with some fluff. Steve proposing after everything that happens in season 4 (let's pretend that it didn't end on a cliffhanger and everyone lived and is ok)

WAIIIIT this is so fucking cute omg okkk i got u friend

steve's large hands caressed your waist as the two of you lay face to face on his bed. the open window by his door casts a purple-ish hue on the two of you, a delicate reminder of the dusk surrendering to the dawn. silence wrapped around you both, serene and comforting, until steve broke it with a hesitant voice.

"so, i've been thinking..."

"uh oh, that's never good," you teased, but he silenced you with a gentle smile.

"hey, i'm serious. i've been thinking about us." His words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning, and you nodded, silently encouraging him to continue.

"so much has happened in the past few years," he began again, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "we've been through so much together, and we're still so young, but... i've been thinking about this for so long. fighting interdimensional monsters for the past three years has really aged me, and we could have died at literally any time and i—"

you placed a gentle hand on his chest, urging him to pause and collect his thoughts. "breathe, baby," you whispered, your voice like a soothing balm to his brain.

he nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing, "you can totally say no if you want to, but... i think i'll explode if i don't ask you this now."

steve sat up, reaching into the side table by his bed. his hands trembled slightly as he rifled through its contents, before finally pulling out a small velvet box. gasping, you sat up with him, excitement burning through your veins.

"steve..."

he took your hand into his own, his touch a wordless comfort. "i know this isn't how you’re supposed to do it, and i promise i'll take you out for a nice dinner and do this the right way, but... i don’t think i can wait any longer."

with shaking fingers, he releases your hand and opens the box, revealing a beautiful ring with a gold band and a small, round diamond sitting in the middle. his hand shook as he looked at you, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"marry me?"

speechless, you feel your heart race, feelings swirling inside you like a hurricane. "are you sure?" you blurted out, your voice so quiet you’re unsure if steve can even hear you, but he does. 

"i've never been more sure of anything in my entire life, baby," he promised, his eyes meeting yours with a wordless reassurance of his love. 

a toothy smile found its home on your face as you nodded eagerly, the words spilling out of you like a waterfall, "holy shit, of course i will."

hearing your response, steve pulled you into a tight embrace, his love warming you like a blanket. he quickly pulled away, reaching for the ring and sliding it onto your finger with shaking hands.

cupping your face, steve pulled you into a soft kiss, his lips conveying all the adoration he felt for you. as he pulled away, he brought your left hand to his face, his eyes sparkling.

"dustin is gonna kill me," he chuckled, "i promised him i'd let him hide wherever we went when i proposed so he could watch."

[spacedace]

The one where Elle keeps having to deal with her boyfriends’ family members breaking into her home Part 1 (Jon/Damian/Elle secret dating nonsense):

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Dick finds out about Damian’s girlfriend at the same time he meets her for the first time.

Normally something as momentous as discovering that his babiest brother had a dating life would have been cause for excitement and joy. Damian had grown a lot from those early years, but Dick still worried about him. Since moving out and into his own apartment he seemed more likely than ever to avoid people, even - maybe especially - the family. He still came over to the manor regularly, but it was rare than at anyone outside of Alfred even saw him outside of patrol or working on cases. He showed up, spent time with Batcow and Alfred-the-Cat and Ace, then left before anyone saw him.

So finding out that Damian had a girlfriend - let alone one he was serious enough about that they lived together - should have been the highlight of the week, maybe even the month!

Unfortunately for him, however, the excitement of it all was rather dimmed by the concussion of said girlfriend hitting him over the head with a baseball bat with the force of a freight train after assuming he was a stranger breaking into her home.

In hindsight secret live in girlfriend may have been the reason Damian had been so squirrelly about any of them coming over to his place.

Secret Live In Girlfriend - name pending - was currently dialing someone on the phone, most likely the police. Which meant that Babs’ system was going to flag a B&E at Damian’s apartment mere minutes after he’d told her he was crashing at Baby Bird’s apartment. Which meant that Secret Live In Girlfriend wasn’t going to be so secret anymore since Robin was on patrol and would have never called the cops anyway if he had been home when someone broke in. Provided half a dozen Bats didn’t come crashing in via the balcony door the second they get wind something was happening at Damian’s place before Robin could even try and explain what was happening. And wouldn’t that be a cherry on top of the embarrassing sundae his first impression with Damian’s significant other was shaping up to be so far.

“Hey, so uh.” Secret Live In Girlfriend said from her place perched on top of the kitchen island, Titus at her feet and bright green bat - or no, was that a collapsible baton? It was hard to tell, he hadn’t been hit that hard since the last time Bane went on a rampage, it was honestly impressive such a petite woman had that kind of strength in her - held securely in her other hand. Her eyes never left Dick from where he was bound and gagged on one of the kitchen chairs. “Sorry to call so late Day, but a fucking cop just broke into the apartment.”

Well, at least he didn’t have to worry about how they were going to explain why half the vigilantes in Gotham were busting in to her boyfriend’s apartment in response to a break in. He was slightly concerned at the fact that she had apparently swiped everything from his pockets at some point while she’d been maneuvering him into the kitchen chair without him noticing, but she had hit him pretty hard and the concussion was bad enough that he was pretty sure he was going to be benched by Alfred for a while once he got checked out. He probably just hadn’t noticed with how badly his ears were ringing and he was fighting the sudden intense urge to vomit.

More important than all that though, Secret Live In Girlfriend called Damian Day, and even though she was glaring daggers at Dick her face softened as she focused in on listening to Damian’s voice and awww she really was completely smitten with his baby brother that is the cutest shit ever and he can’t wait to tell everyone about it as soon as she lets him go.

“Want me to take care of him?”

Provided she doesn’t let him go in an entirely more permanent way.

Holy fuck she didn’t even hesitate before asking her boyfriend if Damian wanted her to kill a man for him. That was her first question out the gate. No hey should I call the police or do you know this man no just straight for do you want me to make him disappear? She’d even tucked her phone between her ear and shoulder so she had a free hand to pet Titus while she asked, the big ol’ hellhound leaning in happily to the ear scritches and entirely unbothered by Dick’s predicament, casual as anything as she asked Damian if he wanted her to murder his brother for him.

Dick watched as Secret Live In Girlfriend listed to whatever it was Damian was saying, her hard glare easing a little as she did. At length she let go of the day-glow-green baton and plucked up Dick’s wallet, flipping it open to peer at his license.

“ID says Richard Grayson.” She said, pausing again to listen to Damian again, eyes flicking up towards Dick again as she did. “Oh shit, your brother Richard?” Secret Live In Girlfriend’s eyes went wide, face losing all traces of that frigid distrust she’d been leveling at him, expression rapidly turning towards surprised and embarrassed. “…I think I gave him a concussion.” She said, looking sheepish. “You uh…you finish up at work. I’m going to just…untie him and uh…get him to a hospital.” Whatever Damian said next made the young woman laugh, eyes sparkling as she looked down at Titus. “I’ll let him know. Be safe out there.” Her expression turned warm and soft at what Damian said next over the phone, “Love you too, Day.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. I love you too. As in, Damian had said I love you. Like, obviously they had probably gotten to that point of their relationship to break out the L word if they were living together, but Dick could count on one hand the number of times Baby Bird had said that to someone in their family in all the years since he’d moved in. And he said it first! Without prompting! Or someone being about to die!

Dick was still riding the wave of that stunning revelation of his little brother’s emotion growth when Secret Live In Girlfriend came into focus in front of him, the gross, now slightly damp sock she’d shoved in his mouth earlier in hand and a concerned furrow in her brow and - ah shit he lost time there for a bit didn’t he? Yeah, Alfred was definitely going to bench him for this one. Seriously Dami’s girlfriend was no joke with that baton of hers.

“I’m so sorry again about this,” Secret Live In Girlfriend said, “I just heard the door and I knew Day wasn’t going to be back home for hours yet and Jon is doing that thing with his dad tonight -“ She’d tossed the sock over her shoulder and Titus happily snatched it up and carried it off to his bed in the living room to destroy. “Are you - actually I’m not going to ask that, you’re for sure not okay. I hit you pretty hard.”

Oh, so Jon knew about Secret Live In Girlfriend. Yeah that made sense.

He and Damian had been best friends since they were kids - as much as Damian had tried to deny it when they were still little - and even if Dami had been successful in keeping his family of detectives off the scent of his love life, there was no way that he was going to keep that from Jon Kent. Superboy Jr. practically lived at Damian’s place. They were practically attached at the hip, there was no way Dami could sneak something as big as that past Jon.

“No worries!” He tried to wave her concern off - she’d untied him during his little lapse in memory, that was nice, she tied knots better than most rogues in the city and even without a head wound he probably wouldn’t have been able to get out of them on his own - but it made him sway a little which probably wasn’t all that reassuring. “I did break in. I didn’t tell Damian I was coming over or anything, I just figured I’d crash on his couch for the night. Sorry to scare you!”

He flashed his most charming smile and hoped that the blood dripping down his face didn’t diminish it too much. This was already a disaster of a first impression, and Damian had said he loved her Dick was not going to be the one to chase her off.

Secret Live In Girlfriend - he really hoped she didn’t introduce herself during that minute or two he couldn’t remember - rolled her eyes. “It’d take a lot more than some cop breaking in to my house to scare me.” She said, voice so sure that even if Dick hadn’t heard her casually offer to murder him on Damian’s whim he would believe her. “Here, let me grab the first aid kit so we can at least clean you up a bit and then I can take you to the hospital.”

Dick gave what he hoped was a brilliant smile and a thumbs up before tipping sideways and throwing up all over her shoes.

So much for salvaging the first impression.

[eternalxvenus]

catching geto jerking off

Geto was exhausted. He’d just come back from one of his longest missions. You were expecting him to come home tomorrow afternoon but he couldn’t wait, he missed you and your shared bed too much. All the lights were off and the house was silent when he walked in signaling you were asleep. He quietly made his way to the bedroom and saw you laying peacefully atop the sheets.

You had on nothing but see through panties and Geto had to choke back a groan. Your hips and ass were being hugged just right and his cock twitched at the sight. He dragged himself into your shared bathroom and started the shower. The warm water soothed his aching muscles but he could barely think straight with his dick standing at full attention. Without a second thought he leaned against the wet tile wall and began stroking himself lazily.

Geto’s mind played back many memories of your tight heat gripping him like a fucking vice or the way your tongue would swirl around his tip oh so deliciously. Before long, he was lost in his imagination of you pleasing him rather than his hand. So much so that he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“Suguru?” You called out knowing that it was him but still wanting to make sure. However you quickly noticed the way his hand abruptly stopped his stroking motion and wiped away the steam on the glass.

“Hey baby… I uh I didn’t mean to wake you up, sorry.” He couldn’t help but stare at your full tits out on display.

Making your way over to him you opened the shower door slightly. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’re back, missed you so much.” You opened the door a little wider to place a soft kiss on his lips and noticed his cock hard and leaking pre-cum. “It looks like you missed me a little bit more though.”

He watched as your hand came down and gripped him tightly for emphasis. Without hesitation he pulled you into the shower and kissed you hard with a moan. It felt like your breath was being taken away as Geto barely let you break away for air. It didn’t help that the entire bathroom was filled with steam.

Breaking the kiss you got down on your knees to take him in your mouth. You wanted to go slow and tease him a bit but Geto was having none of it. He places his large hands on either sides of your head. His tip brushed against your lips and you gave it a kiss. “Open,” he demanded gruffly. You obeyed quickly and opened your mouth wide. With no time to waste he shoved his length into your mouth making you gag slightly at the sudden intrusion. Geto set a brutal pace, fucking your throat like it was the last thing he’d ever do. “I missed this throat so much. Can’t get enough of you.” A mix of spit, drool, and pre-cum made its way down your chin and onto your boobs. The sight only spurred him on more.

As tears escaped your eyes and made their way down your cheeks you placed your hands on Geto’s thighs as some sort of stabilization. You looked up at him through your wet lashes and saw his head thrown back in pure ecstasy. His abs started to clench and you knew he was close. “Holy shit. Feels so fuckin’ amazing baby, keep going.”

You did just that, taking him as deep as you could thrust after thrust. Not long after his orgasm hit him like a train as his cum spurted all over your mouth and face. He was leaned against the tile, wiling his legs to keep him upright as he caught his breath. You cleaned off your face and stood up, giving him a smile. “Feel better?” He looked at you with heavy eyes. “Definitely,” he muttered.

He got his towel and brought you one as well, carrying you back to the bed. He rubbed soothing circles on your back and you tried burrowing closer to him. “It wasn’t too much was it?” he whispered against your head.

“No Sugu, it was amazing. I promise.” You gave him one final kiss before settling in for the night. You made him promise that he’d make it up to you for waking you up in the morning, to which he fully agreed to. “I’ll do anything you want me to baby, just say the word.”

You couldn’t have been happier to have your boyfriend back.

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[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 9 (Glory Hole)

Kink: Glory Hole

Pairing: M!Minotaur x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1174 words

Kinktober Masterlist

Good thinking to bring a pillow.

It’s the first thought you have, stepping into the booth. The cheap shag carpet is deceptively uncomfortable, recently vacuumed and cleaned, but clearly haphazardly thrown over some concrete. You could only imagine the state of your knees if you hand’t brought something from home

You set up in front of the hole, marveling at the circumference of it. The company that set up these discreet meet ups had promised privacy, but you’re pretty sure even with a cock through it you would be able to peer through the other side. It’s as big as if you made a circle with your own two hands, surely that’s an oversight-

You hear the door open on the side of the hole, pulling your face back from the opening and adjusting yourself. There's the sounds of shuffling on the other side, including the undoing of a belt and the clopping of hooves.

All you know of your partner is that he’s a minotaur. You weren’t sure why they had disclosed it to you, but a secretary had implied it was so you sort of knew what to expect. Given that you had never slept with a minotaur before, it really didn’t tell you much.

“Um, is anyone there?” A sweet, country voice asks through the wall. The voice is deep but airy, surprisingly polite for the situation you are in.

“Yep, I’m here.” You wave to no one. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh! Uh-h, nice to meet you too.” The twang in his voice is adorable and in your mind's eye you imagine a bashful man, with shaggy fur and big horns. “So, do we just get..started?”

“I think so.” You giggle. “I’m all ready if you are,” you drop your voice to a lulling purr, “-big boy.”

The shuddering breath behind the wall is, the sounds of jeans being hastily pushed off tells you that you succeeded in setting the mood. Good, you had been a little nervous yourself, but wanted to help the guy along. You wiggle your hips excitedly, nails digging into the palms of your hand. Drool has already begun collecting in your mouth, the thought of dick sending a tingle down your spine.

But even those horny imaginations couldn’t have prepared you for the enormous cock that comes through the hole.

You gape at it, noticing it was just thick enough to comfortably fit through. From an eyeball approximation it was about 9 inches long, a square-shaped head already beading with precum. It stops just before hitting your nose.

“Wow.” You involuntarily whisper, quickly squirting lube into your palms as you stare at the beast. “Your dick is huge.”

“R-really?” That shy voice perks up. “Thank you.”

Your fascination makes you bold, your lubed up hand quickly grabbing the base of his cock. A yelp can be heard from behind the while, his dick twitching in your grip. That bead of precum drips down, gliding back down his shaft.

You lick your lips, already feeling a pleasant burn stoke in the pit of your stomach.

One hand isn’t big enough to wrap around his shaft, but you grip your fingers tight and slowly stroke the first 2 inches out of the glory hole. You hear another shuddering sigh, blood pulsing under your palm.

Holy shit, he isn’t even fully hard yet.

You stare in awe as the cock stiffens in your grip. The sound of lube squelches as you slowly jerk his cock up and down, admiring the thick veins that run underneath. The heavy breaths of your minotaur partner are quick and full of whines. You can imagine him with his hips pressed up against the wall, maybe even resting his palms on it.

“Fuck.” That sweet voice moans. It makes you smile, your abdomen clenching as more precum gushes from his slit.

You wrap your other hand around the shaft, not only to help you stroke but to stabilize yourself as you press your lips against his shiny head. The cock twitches again, the flat of your tongue licking up the slit. You emphasize a moan, hoping he hears it through the wall, thinks of it like you do his.

I’m gonna make you feel good, big guy.

You open your mouth wide and begin slowly deepthroating him. The girth is already enough to fill your mouth, not leaving much room for you to lather your tongue across the skin as you go down. But you try anyway, encouraged by his sweet words and even sweeter cum.

“S-shit, that feels amazing.”

“F-fuck. Your mouth is..incredible.”

“How are you doing that?”

You pat yourself on the back, having gotten a full six inches into your mouth before reaching your limit. Tears bubble at the sides of your eyes, but the pulsing in your lower half makes it so worth it. You continue stroking his first couple of inches, speeding up as you let him just rest in your mouth. You can feel his cock throbbing inside, can imagine your cute minotaur biting his lip with every faltered groan.

It's then that you start licking your tongue up and down, bobbing your throat at a comfortable speed. The noises the minotaur makes are heavenly in response, a deep throated groan and a muttered “Holy shit.”

“I w-wish I could see you.” The minotaur stutters, southern twang now rough and raspy. “Bet you look so cute, mouth full of my-” He takes in another deep breath, “-cock.” He all but gasps. You had pulled back till only the first 2 inches remained and then shoved yourself down. A tease he clearly enjoyed.

You agree, you wish you could see what facial expressions he was making. You bet they were adorable.

“I’m close.” He whispers. You had ascertained, given the way he had begun matching your pace with tiny throst of his own, stll polite enough to not fully face fuck you. “C-can I come in your mouth?” You nod, hoping he can feel it through his cock. You think you can hear him mutter a “Thank you” almost to himself.

You help him chase his high, jerking him off with a fast pace and sloppily lapping your tongue around his shaft. His head pounds against the end of your throat, enough that full tears track down your face.

“Fuck!” The minotaur shouts, your last warning before he unloads into your mouth. Hot sprts shoot down your throat, enough to fill your mouth. Streams of it leak out between your lips, his cock pulsing for at least 15 seconds.

You pull off with a pop, emphasizing the swallowing sound of the near quart of cum he poured into your mouth.

The two of you pant, you're sure he rests his head against the wall.

That knot is still tied tight in your gut, when your phone dings.

It's the company you purchased through. Apparently, if both parties consented, they offer a discount for one of their shared rooms to meet up.

No hesitation, you press ‘yes’

[sturnrm]

Can you make a part 2 of just a kiss but it’s got a lot of smut and then fluff at the end ??

~ it’s just a kiss ~

| Part 2 | part 1

Matt sturniolo x bsf!reader

Warning: SMUT just straight up smut to be honest

I was lay on the edge of the bed looking up at Matt who was stood up towering over me.

Matt pulled his shirt over his head, I ran my hands down his body stopping right at the waist band of his joggers hooking my finger around pulling him closer.

He flipped me over so I was on my stomach pulling me up onto my knees so now his bare chest is against my back, he starts to un zip my dress kissing my neck softly and then my shoulder.

“Call him Y/N” he whispered, his sweet words left goosebumps all over my body.

I picked up my phone dialling jacks number

“Hey uh-“ i cut my self off as Matt slipped my dress off leaving me in my black lace lingerie, he pushed his hard clothed dick into my ass making me moan slightly

“You okay love” Jack said from the other end of the phone

“Yeah, I just don’t think I can do tonight” I breathe out Matt still grinding himself into me

“Are you kidding me I made a reservation I’m on my way to get you aswell” he said in a pissed of tone

Matt moved his hands across my waist one went up to my neck holding me closer to him the other making its way to my soaked panties.

“Sorry I- fuck” I gasped as Matt traced his fingers across my clit over the thin piece of fabric

“I have cramps” I managed to think of something quickly before Jack suspected anything

“So your seriously canceling on me” he said with a hint of despair in his voice

Matt snatched the phone from my hand “yes she is drive home buddy” he growled throwing it somewhere in the room

I turned around facing matt who had the biggest smile on his face, a part of me thought that fucking my best friend was a bad idea but the other part craved him.

He lay me down on my back kissing his way down my body till his head was between my thighs, his arms hugged the back of my legs he kissed around my cunt then pulled my thong to the side.

“Oh fuck” I whined as he flattened his tongue onto my pussy, he moved his tongue between my folds them back up to my clit sucking and swirling his tongue around it

“mhhppp matt” I moved my hands to his hair pushing his head down lightly.

Matt smirked at my pleasure, I could feel his stubble graze the inner of my thighs with every lick, his tongue finds its way to my hole and starts to tongue fuck me, the new feeling made my legs feel weak and knuckles turn white from pulling on his hair

The familiar feeling in my stomach started to build and I knew I was close “I- I’m close” I moaned out my back arching.

“Let go, cum all over my face” he breathed against my pussy, his eyes looking up at me every couple seconds.

He moved one of his hands to my pussy caressing my folds opening my lips before plunging 2 fingers into my tight hole, his mouth still attached to my clit.

“Holy shit” I cry out in a loud moan which caused Matt to pick up the pace of his fingers inside of me

“I’m cumming” my body jolts as I released allowing my liquids to pour forth on to matts face, my back arched moaning out a bunch of ‘ahhh’ and ‘mmm’ noises as Matt basically cleaned up the mess I left with his tongue.

He stood up pulling his joggers down leaving himself in only his boxers, I sat up at the edge of the bed pulling them down as his hard dick flew up hitting his stomach.

Hit tip was already leaking with pre cum as a slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft looking up at him, he threw his head back

“Fuck y/n” he groaned out, he grabbed my wrist looking down at me pushing so I lay back down on the bed.

He bites open the condom packet sliding it on his dick, he climbs on top of me kissing my lips lightly as he runs his dick up and down my pussy teasing my hole.

“Are you sure your ready” he husked kissing me again, I nodded.

“Words y/n” he growled

“Yes please! fuck me” I begged

He smiled before sinking his cock slowly into me stretching me out, matts eyes screw shut biting his lip as my head sunk into the pillows.

It was a feeling of pleasure but pain but I felt some sort of comfort that I was doing this for the first time with Matt.

“Your so tight fuck” he breathed out before slowly moving so I could get used to his length.

“Oh fuck, yeah” I whined

Matt quickened the pace drilling his hips into me, groans and grunts leaving his mouth tickling my ear.

My legs wrapped around his waist, I could see starts… literally.

At this point this point all the pain had left and it was just the pleasure of matts dick rearranging my insides.

My hands holding onto his back my nails digging into his skin

“You feel so fucking good” he growled

“Fuck fuck fuck Matt” I cried out

He bit at my neck then sucking leaving purple marks all over it, he pulled my arms off his back pinning them against my head lifting his up to look me in the eyes.

“You’re so beautiful” he grunted smiling at me “so. fucking. beautiful” he thrusted harder at every word, he kissed me hungrily swallowing every moan that escaped my lips.

I could feel the knot in my stomach forming as my knees grew weak dropping down from his waist

“I’m s-so close Matt fuck” I moaned loudly

Matts thrusts got harder and quicker.

“Me too baby me too cum for me”

And too his words I came clenching around his dick

“OH FUCK” I screamed

his thrusts became sloppier as his dick twitched inside and he released in the condom.

Matt pulled out taking the condom off and throwing it in the trash next to him, he kissed my cheek.

“You did so good” he smiled.

he cleaned me up passing me one of his shirts.

“We gotta do that again” I laughed cuddling myself up into his arms

“Whenever you want” he giggled

—————

AH here’s part 2, I have gotten a Chris request so I will post it tomorrow 🫶🏼

[bornonthesavage]

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Eddie should have been out of the mall hours ago. And he would have been, if it weren’t for Gareth practically begging him to pick him up from the movies. It would have served him right, having to walk home for not inviting him. But hell, Eddie had a soft spot for his friends, and Gareth knew that well enough to exploit it. The mall was mostly empty at this hour, with all the stores closing up. Except the theater, of course, which stayed open late enough for the ten o’clock showings to let out.

Eddie swung around the wall separating the cinema from the rest of the mall and strolled inside. There was nobody in the lobby. Which made sense, seeing as there were no later show times. He stopped to take a drink from the water fountain, quenching his dry mouth, then straightened up and pulled out a cigarette. There was still thirty minutes until Gareth’s movie let out, so he had some time to kill. Maybe the concession stand was still open, and he could buy some candy. Eh, but it was always overpriced, so maybe not.

Eddie was still in the middle of weighing the pros and cons of movie theater snacks when someone stumbled into his line of sight. No, not just anyone. Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington wearing a tight little sailor outfit that did wonders for his ass and thighs. It wasn’t as if Eddie had never seen the little getup before. Oh no. Much to his friend’s annoyance, Eddie had started having pretty intense ice cream cravings at least twice a week. Sometimes more, if he felt like coming to the mall alone. Because while he wasn’t a huge fan of crowds, he was definitely a fan of Steve’s ass. He might be a douchebag, but at least he was nice to look at.

Eddie was so caught up in his deep appreciation of the male form, that he almost missed the strange way Steve was walking. As if he’d lost all control of his limbs and was instead being dragged along by an invisible cable linked to his chest. But once Eddie noticed that, his eyes trailed up passed toned legs and arms, and he almost choked when he got a look at Steve’s face. It looked like he’d lost a fight with a Kangaroo. Kangaroos could fight, right? He was pretty sure. Hadn’t he seen a cartoon where that was a thing? Maybe he had dreamt in. Whatever, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Steve was messed up. He had a swollen eye, a busted lip, and more than one bruise blooming under his pretty skin. He also seemed pretty out of it.

“Robin!” he called, stumbling closer to Eddie. “Robin! Come out come out wherever you are! Are you hiding from me?”

Robin? As in Robin Buckley, who also worked at Scoops Ahoy? Would she know why Steve looked like he’d been hit by a bus? Eddie took a drag from his cigarette, contemplating what to do. But before he could come to any sort of decision, Steve turned and spotted Eddie. He’d never seen someone do such a hard double take in his life. And then Steve was just staring at him, with his mouth hanging open and eyes wide and glassy. Yeah, he was definitely on something. Eddie looked around, hoping to see someone who could help him figure out what to do in this situation, but there was no one.

“Uh, you alright man?”

His words seemed to snap Steve out of whatever trance he’d been in, and he took several lurching steps forwards until he was directly in front of Eddie. Which, okay, Eddie may or may not have had more than one dirty fantasy that involved Steve crowding him up against a wall. But this was real life, not a fantasy. So the more likely thing to happen here was that Steve was going to try and fight him. Which, given his current state, Eddie felt fairly confident he could win that fight. Still, he leaned back against the wall in alarm.

“Dude, what—”

“Holy shit,” Steve slurred. “You’re the prettiest fucking person I’ve ever seen.”

Well, that made Eddie snap his mouth shut. What the fuck? There was no way Steve Harrington had just called him pretty, even if he was high. But Steve was still staring at him, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Um, what? Are you okay?”

And then Steve had the gall the give him an absolutely dopey grin. “I am now.”

Okay, holy shit. Steve was definitely trying to put the moves on him. Maybe he was hallucinating and thought Eddie was someone else.

Eddie chuckled nervously. “Um, maybe you’re too out of it to tell, but I’m not some hot chick. I’m a dude.”

Steve scoffed, as if that was the stupidest thing Eddie could have said. “Yeah, duh you’re not a hot chick. You’re Eddie. Which makes you a hot dude.”

Yeah, alright, Eddie was definitely blushing now. What was he even supposed to do with this? Did Steve realized what he was saying? Was there a drug that could make you gay? If there was, the government was going to be pissed.

“You—You know my name?”

Steve took another step forward, so he could lean his hand against the wall beside Eddie’s head, effectively trapping him there. Eddie felt like he’d been turned to stone, his entire body locking up.

“Obviously I know your name. You’re Eddie. You come into Scoops all the time and you always wear the tightest jeans and Robin makes fun of me because I just stare at your ass because it looks so good. And it’s not fair because you never even look at me! But I look at you all the time. You should look at me more, to even things up.”

Eddie stared, slack jawed. What the fuck? What the fuck? That… couldn’t be true. “Dude, um, I think you’re high on something. It’s making you say some wild shit. Maybe you should sit down?”

“No, I don’t want to!” Steve actually whined, like a petulant child. “Besides, I’m not high. I got injected with Russian truth serum. So, I’m just being truthful.”

Russian truth serum? Okay, yeah, Steve was having a bad trip. The best thing for Eddie to do was get him some water, make him sit down, possibly find him a ride home? Because, yeah, he was high. But it also looked like he’d been in a fight. So, Eddie probably needed to do something. That became difficult when Steve took another step closer, practically pressing his body against Eddies. Which, in any other scenario, Eddie would be completely on board for.

“Uh, Steve, you’re not in your right mind.”

“I’ll be in your right mind.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

Steve jutted out his lower lip, giving him a full-on pout. “Eddie.”

Fuck, right, okay. Steve saying his name like that was definitely doing it for him. Eddie wondered what other ways he could make him whimper his name… No, shit, fuck. Not the time!

“Steve, come on. Why don’t we get you some water?”

“No.”

Eddie sighed. “Why not?”

“Because right now you’re looking at me and you never look at me and that makes me sad because I want you to look at me. And if we move, you’ll never look at me again.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, okay, that’s dramatic.”

Steve’s whole face fell. Somehow, he managed to give him perfect puppy eyes even with a busted face. “Why don’t you think I’m pretty?”

Eddie’s stomach swooped. Alright, well. Here goes nothing. “Steve, I do think you’re pretty, okay? I hate that I think you’re pretty, because you’re a spoiled little rich kid jock and I should hate you, but you’re literally so pretty that all my common sense seems to be thrown out the window when it comes to you. So, I promise, if you just drink some water and sit down, I’ll still look at you.”

Everything about Steve’s demeanor changed, as he suddenly straightened and lit up like a damn Christmas tree. “Really? Oh man, Robin is totally going to have to put a tally on the ‘You Rule’ board!”

As if summoned by Steve’s words, Robin Buckley stumbled around the corner at that moment. Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank God, someone else that could take a very drugged up and affectionate Steve off his hands. But wait, no. No, because Robin was also stumbling and had the same glassy look to her eyes. Well, fuck. This wasn’t good. As soon as her eyes fell on Steve and Eddie pressed against the wall, she squealed and clasped her hands.

“Oh my god, Steeeeve!” she cried, racing forward. “Did you tell him? Did you tell Eddie about your big gay crush?”

Heat flooded Eddie’s face. Because while Robin was apparently high as well, what were the chances they were both having the same delusion? Which meant… which meant it maybe wasn’t a delusion. Eddie closed his eyes. He wasn’t equipped to deal with any of this right now.

Steve whipped his head around to look at Robin when she collided with the wall, but didn’t move from where he was pressing against Eddie.

“Robin!” he cried, looking ecstatic to see his coworker. “Yeah, I told Eddie! And guess what? He thinks I’m pretty too!”

She gasped and clapped her hands. “Oh my god, yay! Oh, oh, can I be your guy’s flower girl at the wedding? Or your man of honor? Maid of honor? Lesbian of honor.”

Eddie’s head was spinning. “Lesbian of—what?! Hey, both of you, chill out! What did you guys take?”

“I told you,” Steve said, as if Eddie were being purposely obtuse. “Russian truth serum.”

“Yep!” Robin chimed in. “They stuck that shit right in our necks. Oh my god! Steve, what if this gives us superpowers!”

Steve gasped. “Oh my god, we can be like Eleven! That would be so cool. I hope I get super strength.”

“I hope I get invisibility. Then I can sneak right past those Russians.”

They both burst into laughter, as if that were the most hilarious thing they’d ever heard. Eddie was completely lost. He doubted they had actually been drugged by Russians, but something was clearly going on. Besides Steve’s beaten face, Robin had several bruises blooming on her arms and legs. While playing nurse had not been on his Friday night wish list, Eddie was fully prepared to handle this. But before he could encourage them to follow him out to his van, Robin slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Oh man, I’m gonna be sick.”

Steve also stopped laughing all at once, his complexion going a bit green. “Shit. Me too.”

Without any other warning, Steve stepped away. The sudden air between them felt too cold, which made Eddie realize how warm Steve had been, pressed against him. Robin bolted away and down the hall, likely to find a toilet, and Steve was only a few steps behind her. But before he rounded the corner, he turned back and flashed Eddie one last grin.

“Bye Eddie, love you!”

All Eddie could do was stare as Steve disappeared. His brain felt like it had taken the same beating as Steve’s face. There was no way any of that had just happened. He glanced down at his cigarette, just to make sure he hadn’t accidently smoked a blunt laced with something heavier. Nope, just a cigarette. Steve had actually admitted to thinking Eddie was hot. Robin Buckley insinuated they were getting married. And also came out to him? What the fuck was he even supposed to do with all that? He considering going after them, but before he could movie, he heard the distinct sound of a crowd of people moving toward him. The movie must have let out, which meant Gareth would be looking for him. Which was the whole reason he was here. Right. Steve Harrington didn’t need him looking out for him. He was a big boy. A very big boy, if he’d gathered anything from having the other boys body pressed against his.

“Eddie?”

He whipped his head around, hoping he didn’t look too guilty to Gareth, who stood a few feet away. “Oh, uh, hey man.”

His friend gave him a strange look. “You ready to go?”

Eddie spared one last glance in the direction Steve had gone. Yeah, he really needed some alone time to process what had just happened. He stubbed out his cigarette on the ash tray against the wall.

“Yeah, man, totally. Let’s get out of here.”