#spring is soo close

[nikswonderland]

[mikeysgerard]

Okay question 14 of the quiz genuinely made me laugh out loud🤣honestly I love you Alice and omg I love you Nick for saying hi and inviting "too small and weak" Charlie to join your rugby team just to be close to him you giant bisexual golden retriever disaster ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[night-dragon937]

gods listening to music of artists that i've gone and seen in concert/at raves and just like. reliving the euphoria of the moment when i was there at the live performance like. obviously sitting at my desk with my headphones is not the same as being at a rave or concert but i can kind of capture some of the memory and those good feels are just smth else

[safyresky]

Alright so Ive been having Crystal Springs Actor!Au thoughts where CS is just a live action series (the outtakes/blooper reels I have in my head about this are perfection) BUT! Do you have any irl people that serve as inspiration for how your ocs physically look? Are any of them based on how someone looks in real life.

BONUS: if you had to make an irl cast list to play your ocs irl who would you choose?

Okay. So. Jacqueline. 100%. Was a self insert OC. I am NOT afraid to admit that, and when I say "she is me I am she" I am NOT even joking. (But also I am not delusional lmao, I knwo we're not the SAME PERSON). So I guess Jacqueline SORTA looks like me????? It's funny, she's the ONE CHARACTER IN MY HEAD THAT I DO NOT HAVE A VERY CLEAR IDEA OF HOW SHE LOOKS BC I GO RIGHT. ME. SHE ME. Then I go ANYWAY and sip my iced cappuccino filled with chocolate milk and move on and try not to think too much about it, lol.

Blaise has some inspiration from my partner in crime, the fiance himself, Richard! He gets the shoulders and hair that goes UP from Richard. He's just a bit more square but even then, Richard's main shape I'd say is square. I insist that he doesn't though because it bothers Richard but I am a LIAR. Blaise has Richard vibes and that was on purpose.

But yeah, aside from that, no! Nobody else in CS has looks they share with IRL people I know. When I was 11/12 and making the Frosts, I was like "I'll just use my mom and dad and siblings!" but that was just not feasible bc I couldn't reconcile how they acted (bad) with how the Frosts would act (good), so that idea never flew. My Mom and Dad are just okay at best, Blinter tho? Blinter???? They are ROCK STARS and I want EVERYONE to NEVER FORGET IT

Their relationship is 50% based on me and Richard, and the other 50% is Gomez and Morticia from the 1964 series, mainly :)

Midnight, one of the Time Keepers, was 100% based on my best friend back at home in looks! But aside from those little bits and pieces, most of the cast of CS does not resemble people I know IRL.

AS FOR YOUR BONUS. OH BOY

So I have 0 thoughts on cast for live action. BUT. CAST FOR ANIMATED SERIES? I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS.

Mark Hamil would be Blaise! I think he could pull it off, man's got the RANGE and Blaise has a very specific voice in my head! For Winter, the closest I could get is Emma Thompson with how she sounds in my head. Jacqueline stole my voice, so we've got that going for us! I'd straight up fight any potential Jacqueline actors, I'd be like THERE CAN ONLY BE O N E (me). Besides, most creators of animated shows do one or two voices, so you BET I'd cash in on that >:)

Twins, I've got zero idea who'd voice them. Obvi, Marty is Jack and you can't just replace talent like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

And Pyros, lmao, I think it'd be funny if Jeff Goldblum voiced him >:). I like the thought. No I will not elaborate (I simply, cannot!)

Ana has some gr8 ideas for Elle if I remember correctly (Zendaya?!?!?!?!) But in my head, Elle sounds like Ana 🙃🙃🙃🙃.

UNFORTUNATELY that's about as far as I've gotten! I also briefly thought Meryl Streep as Winter, but Emme Thompson sounds sooo much closer to Winter in my head that she beat Meryl, the absolute legend.

For the rest of CS characters, I'd want the most UNHINGED VAs possible. The most chaotic actors you can imagine. Feels good, feels right.

OH I'd also replace Scott with Tom Hanks, because A) I like him and B) Tom Hanks (Woody) yelling YOU ARE A TOY and shoving Tim Allen (Buzz) off a roof is a very funny mental image that makes me feel better in the worst of times! :D

[mrsbarnesblog]

wakanda

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: You visit Bucky in Wakanda, and the hidden feelings are finally coming out.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: +18 ‼️ smut, sex in Bucky's hut, he has one arm, woman on top, unprotected sex, dirty talk, insecurity.

Author's note: posting my old fic, while I'm working on that tattoo artist x bookshop owner one👀 If any of you have smut ideas (with some kinks maybe), feel free to write your requests

You finally got permission to visit Bucky in Wakanda again since he was permanently living there to get rid of the Winter Soldier program and learn how to live a normal life again. Unfortunately, Princess Shuri and Ayo insisted that too much contact with other people might distract Bucky, so you weren’t allowed to see him.

The last time you were there with Steve and, even if you loved him to death, you couldn't deny the disappointment that you barely spent any time with Bucky alone. He was your best friend since you and Steve saved him in Bucharest, and you had the biggest crush on him for about the same amount of time.

At first, you had to visit Shuri and TChalla to talk through some moments, and that whole time you were bubbling with nerves and anticipation to finally see Bucky. 

You jumped right into his arms as soon as you walked down the hill and saw him standing near the lake. He hugged you back, burying his face in your neck, and it was truly the moment that you never wanted to end. Bucky smelled like fresh air mixed with some kind of seasoning, not to mention that he looked fantastic. In traditional Wakandian clothes that were covering his missing arm too, a low bun on the back of his head with a few springs of hair around his face, and smooth and tanned skin from the work under the sun.

You two rushed to his hut with the food you had bought from a local cafe owned by a kind old man. And somewhere after that, when you were eating on the floor covered with many blankets and colorful pillows and talking about your lives, everything went downhill. 

Bucky talked about his goats and the way he felt better living in Wakanda, while you unconsciously moved closer to him, needing to fill the void that formed while you couldn’t see him. Bucky just stopped in the middle of the sentence, as if he realized that you were too close, looking at him with your big, pretty eyes. 

Food was forgotten. Somehow, you ended up sitting on Bucky’s lap while you were connected in the most passionate and hot kiss you had ever had. Your hands were tightly holding his face, and his right one had a strong grip on your waist to keep you close.

“Bucky…” You moaned in his mouth; your hips were grinding into his hardness, which was so obvious through the clothes. You both were so lost in the moment, sharing a desperate kiss. Bucky couldn’t get enough of your taste; he bit your lip, then licked it with his tongue to calm down the delicate skin.

It felt so natural, like it was meant to happen a long time ago, and now you could not keep all of your emotions inside.

Bucky couldn't help but groan under his breath when your hand slipped into his hair, completely destroying his low bun. Your nails on his scalp felt majestic, and his brain became fuzzy with your gentle yet confident touches. Bucky moved his hand from your waist to your thigh, squeezing the soft and warm skin a little bit lower than your shorts. 

When he pulled away, you tried to follow his mouth, almost addicted to the taste and feeling of his lips on yours.

“Fuck, doll, that’s not how I imagined it.” His face became sad and almost apologetic, and you saw that the corners of his red lips moved downward in disappointment. “Not here, not with only one arm... Fuck, I can’t even touch you the way I want to.” His hand tightened on your hip, and you gave him a sad smile. Not that those things mattered to you, but your heart still hurt because Bucky felt that way.

“I don’t care about it. I just want you, Bucky, if you want me too, of course.” Your voice was soft and gentle, soothing his nerves a little bit.

“You can’t imagine how much I want it, but I can’t do much with one hand; fuck, it’s so bad, I’m so sorry...” Bucky’s eyes closed and his head fell lower, but you could still see a pink blush on his cheeks.

"I want it, Bucky; I want you, and your hand is not a problem, okay?" He deeply inhaled when your hands took his face and your lips were back on his. The kiss wasn’t so harsh and desperate; it was more deep and passionate, like you both tried to express your unsaid feelings. “Why don’t you just lay back on the pillows, and I’ll do everything?” You bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly nervous, and put your right hand on his chest, pushing Bucky back on the pile of pillows behind him so he was sitting in a reclined position.

You saw the hesitation in his eyes, and you waited a few seconds, gently rubbing your fingers over his beard, so he could process your idea.

“Okay.” 

You got closer, sitting more comfortably on top of him. One of your hands pressed onto the pillows near Bucky’s body, and the other one landed on his firm chest, playing with the red clothes that he was wearing. Bucky lifted his hand, gently grabbing your face and kissing you again. His soft lips and slow movements of his tongue inside your mouth made you moan.

“Can I take it off?” You mumbled, slightly pulling down the red material. More of his soft, tanned skin was shown, and you tried to hold yourself together and not overstep the line. Bucky’s pupils were dilated, almost completely hiding your favorite blues. He was closely watching your moving lips, as if he couldn’t get enough. 

“Mhm, but— please, can we leave this on?” He pointed to his shoulder, covered in blue material.

“If you feel more comfortable that way, then we can. But we don’t have to, if you suggest it only because of me.” You started to untangle his clothes, still watching his face to notice any signs of discomfort. 

“Just leave it on, okay?” 

“Okay.” As you removed the clothes from his chest, leaving the cover on his left shoulder, allowing you to see his perfectly sculpted body, your lips left soft kisses on Bucky’s cheek, going down to his neck and to his abs. You stopped there, feeling how the body underneath you tensed, and his hand gripped the duvet so hard that his knuckles became white. “Bucky?” 

“‘M okay, it’s just been so long for me. Didn’t get used to feeling that way. And I want you so bad, doll, I can’t even explain it.” He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. You felt that his cock was painfully hard underneath you, and just thinking about touching it made you ten times wetter.

“You can have me, Bucky. Do you want me to take the rest of our clothes?” You moved your hips a little bit, getting an almost desperate whine from Bucky. He looked stunning with his slightly disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, red lips, and lustful and needy eyes. And he was completely yours, fuck.

“Yes, please.” 

You placed a quick kiss on his lips before getting up. Bucky’s eyes were following your every move as you took off your shorts and t-shirt, staying in the cooling air only in your simple black underwear. But Bucky was looking at you like you were the most delicious and precious thing in the world, like he wanted to make love to you and completely destroy your body at the same time. 

“Doll– fuck, everything else too, please.” He licked his lips, unconsciously moving his hips from the lack of attention. Your eyes slipped to his crotch, seeing how his cock was very visible through layers of clothes.

You just smiled at his desperation but still reached to the back to unclip your bra and then slide your panties down your legs. You didn’t waste any more time, going back to Bucky and finally completely taking off his clothes. 

“Holy fuck…” Your mouth went completely dry when you pulled down his black boxers. You never found this part of a man’s body that attractive, but it was the prettiest dick you had ever seen. Thick and long, with a vein going around it and a slight curve towards his press. The shiny drop of pre-cum on the head made you instantly want to lick it, but the mumble of your name and calloused hand on the lower part of your back brought your attention back to Bucky.

“You’re going to kill me, doll. C’mere, please, I want– need to touch you. Need to kiss you.” Before you could even say something or move, his hand slipped under your ass and, without much effort, lifted you on top of him. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I want to worship you and make you feel good; I’m so sorry that I can’t.” 

“Bucky,” you said, laying down on his chest. “I promise that when you get your new arm, I’ll let you fuck me however and wherever you want to, okay? But for now, I want to take care of you.” The feeling of your hard nipples pressing against his firm chest sent shivers down your spine, and the hand on your back made you want to grind on Bucky like a bitch in heat. “Please, touch me, baby.”

“You shouldn’t say shit like this to me, doll. I won’t let you go until you can’t even fucking think straight. Shit–  how are you so soft…” Bucky's hand was now exploring your body, gripping your ass, tracing your stomach, and reaching for your sensitive nipples. He never wanted to have both arms as much as he did at that moment—to touch every curve of your body and find everything that makes you feel good.

“Bucky!” Your hands pressed against his chest, and your head fell back with a moan when he pinched your nipple in between his fingers. He chuckled softly before sliding his hand down, right to your dripping core.

“Doll, look at you.” His eyes were glued to the place where his fingers traced your folds. “Is this all for me?” 

“Y-yes, Bucky, please…” You almost cried at the feeling that he gave you. Even if it was a long time for him, Bucky definitely didn’t forget how to please a woman. Your legs desperately wanted to close from the stimulation on the clit, but since you were spread on top of him, you couldn’t do anything but whine and dig your nails into the hot skin under your hands. “Don’t tease me, just—fuck!” 

“Taking my fingers so good, doll.” You knew that he was smiling because of your reaction as two thick digits slid inside of you, filling you so well but not enough at the same time. “You’re already ready for my cock, huh? Wanna feel how this pretty pussy stretches around me. C'mon, baby, help me.” Bucky moved his hips upward, and you felt how his dick was pressing on your ass.

“You have a dirty mouth, Barnes.” You laughed before reaching behind you, grabbing his cock, and lifting your body at the same time. You put the tip at your entrance, running his length through your folds and letting the head bump your clit as he collected your wetness, until you both couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. Bucky placed his hand on your ass, pressing on top and allowing you to slowly take him inside.

It was too much. The burn of him stretching you was slightly painful, but it made you feel so full, as if the two pieces of puzzles finally added up. You both moaned, your head fell back, and you tried to go slowly and adjust to his size.

Bucky’s hand tightened on your hip, probably leaving red marks. He breathed deeply to control his fast-beating heart. You felt so fucking good, all wet and tight for him, that it was hard not to move his hips into you. But it was obvious that you needed some time based on your tensed body and slightly opened mouth.

“Bucky…” Your eyes were flattering, and you were not able to completely focus on his face. You thought that you could just fuck him and take control, but you didn’t expect to be this cock drunk before either of you even made a move.

“So pretty lookin’ like this baby.”

“‘M so full…” You moaned, gripping Bucky’s hand and interlacing your fingers. 

You found a comfortable position, holding yourself with one hand on Bucky’s chest. The first movement of your hips was shocking, sending goosebumps all over your body. You both loudly moaned when you moved up, until he almost slipped out of you, and then down, burying his cock deeply inside. 

Bucky’s lower half slightly moved up when his non-existent left arm wanted to grab your hips, and you must’ve noticed the disappointment and anger written on his face because you leaned a little bit lower and freed your hand from his grip, moving it to his face. 

“That’s okay, Buck, just relax, please? Don’t worry.” You cooed in the softest voice. Your hips started to slowly move at a stable pace.

“You’re so perfect, baby.” He mumbled, and you felt that his body started to thrust into yours, so his cock perfectly touched your g-spot.

It became more intense with every minute. The little hut was filled with the smell of sex and the sound of your moans, as well as skin slapping against skin. You were too desperate for each other, trying to reach your climaxes but not wanting this moment to end. 

Bucky tried to touch you as much as possible; he wanted to make you feel good, give you satisfaction, and fulfill his own needs in your presence. He moved his hand from your ass to your stomach and boobs, then to your face, drawing you in for another hot and passionate kiss. He was all over you, hungry to get more and to remember every centimeter of your perfect body. 

You two moved in perfect rhythm, meeting each other's movements.

“Please, Bucky– it’s so good, fu-uck, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out loud, feeling that your body was starting to go numb from your approaching orgasm. 

“Such a good pussy, takin’ me so well. ‘M close too, baby; ride my cock, c’mon. Get what you need.” He slapped your ass, encouraging you to move faster. “So pretty wrapped around me. Can I cum inside you, hm? Will you let me feel you up?” 

Your head quickly nodded while you didn’t break eye contact with the man in front of you. Bucky bit his lip, trying to control himself and get you to the finish first, but you looked so fucking good on top of him, with your boobs jumping up and down, that he knew he couldn’t hold himself any longer. So he brought his hand to the lower part of your stomach, pressing his thumb against your swollen clit. 

That was the breaking point for you. You completely lost control over your body, barely being able to stay still when the waves of pleasure were breaking through you.

“Good girl. You can almost feel me in your stomach, yeah?” Bucky was feeling every thrust of his dick with the palm of his hand, and it felt fucking insane. “Fu-u-uck, you’re squeezing the shit out of me; ‘m not gonna last longer.” He moaned, losing his rhythm too, while you fell down on his chest, too overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

You felt the last movement of his hips until he froze, moaning into your ear, and emptied himself deeply inside of your spasming pussy. You unconsciously continued to squeeze around his cock, getting every single drop, as if your body was greedy to get more of his load.

“I don’t feel m’ body…” You mumbled, already feeling sleepy, and wrapped your hands around Bucky’s body. 

“Sleep, baby.” The soft material fell on your back, covering your naked bodies. You felt a light kiss on top of your head, and Bucky’s arm hugged your back, holding you closer to him. 

You weren't sure, but right before you drifted to sleep, you heard something that weirdly sounded like “I love you.” 

part 2

[awniie]

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ their reaction to you wearing their clothes (gojo , namani , choso )

ʚ content: suggestive, fem!reader , underwear stealing (but reverse) , domestic wife? whiny choso, drabble , no actual smut, spanking? , gojo calls reader (greedy, whore, brat ) proof read to an extent ֺ ♡

ʚ note: I kinda love this one, was tempted to write a whole one-shot with gojo ⊹ ݁ ° ⋆ 

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ namani - button up !

Nanami came home from a long day at work to you, cooking something aromatic in the kitchen, gowned in one of his button up shirts. His eyebrows pulled taunt as he took in the sight. You’d never wore any of his shirts before, probably because he was so precise with his clothing. “These are strictly for work” Nanami mani recalled informing you one lazy afternoon, as he hung up the identical shirts on the hangers in the walk-in closet you shared. But, what he failed to remember was that today was your big spring cleaning day, not corner was to be left unattended. So naturally, you worked your way into the closet and gotten into his excess of button-ups and did some ‘reorganizing.’

Your husband silently cursed himself for restricting your access to his wardrobe before. His brown narrow eyes lazily drifted over your figure. The shirt was oversized on you, barely hanging on to your shoulders. The buttons on the collar were unfastened, revealing your cleavage and the swell of your breasts. The slits on the hem exposing your upper-thighs covered in stretch marks. He was practically drooling. You were a pretty wrapped birthday present, practically begging to be delicately undone.

“Oh hi Ken’! How was work?” You chirp, looking up from the cutting board with a big smile, unaware of the way your husband ogled you and your body. He had only a little bit of his restraint left as he grunting out a half-hearted “fine” before he comes up behind you, your back up against his chest and heavy fingertips at your hips. He softly kisses your jaw and works down to your neck, taking advantage of his position to peer the collar of his shirt that was just soo loose on you. “Darling, what did I say about wearing my shirts?” He questioned crossly. He wasn’t really mad, he just like the way you let out those nervous giggles whenever you were caught doing something you were supposed to. “Oh, this?” you play clueless as he peppers open-mouthed kisses across your neck. “It’s just one of your old ones. It’s practically a rag.” you tell him, letting out a surprised gasp and his mouth moves to the your pulse, teasing it with his mouth. He let out a ‘tsk’ “No wife of mine will be wearing a rag.” He runs a hand underneath the warm linen, caressing your skin directly.

“Let me take them off you then.”

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ choso - graphic tee !

You and your boyfriend choso share a closet and also a fashion sense, so naturally your happen to have mix-ups with your clothes. You’ve mixed some of his socks with yours, grabbing the other’s similar colored hoodie by accident. He’s even had one of your lacy panties on the back of his shirt, which you took off and showed him, getting a confused look and a furious blush in return. Any sort of clothing mishap, you guys have had it and today was no different. So when you accidentally put on one of his graphic tees early this morning, he didn’t think much of it.

He opened his mouth to tell you, but closed it as he watched you move in it. It was big on you, but he loved it. The way it slid off the shoulder, revealing the fact that you were not wearing a bra. How it only came down to about halfway down your thighs, so when you bent it over it would rise up and he could see the pink fabric of your panties. He couldn’t help himself, so he followed you around the apartment all day like a lost puppy, trying to sneak a look at all your parts. Of course, you eventually noticed and you thought it was the cutest. So you decided to put on a show for him. You purposely tried to grab at items high on the shelf, just so you could torture him when the shirt rose above your hips and shoved your midriff and ass. He’d try so hard not to be too obvious, but when you would suddenly turn around and catch him staring, he’d start blushing and grab whatever you were reaching for you, avoiding eye contact.

Eventually, he got desperate. When you were preoccupied, he came up from behind you, lifting up the back of the shirt without difficulty. You were taken aback and tried to turn around and face him, but he was pressed against you firmly. “Cho’! You’d better be careful with your shirt.” You warned him with faux innocence, but not before rubbing your backside against him. You loved him like this, all whiny and raspy voiced. He groaned at the stimulation of you pressing on him and swallowed hard. “Don’t care baby. Need you so badly.” He whined, grinding his crotch against the fat of your ass.

“You’ve been teasing me all day. J’s need to get my damn shirt off you.”

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ satoru - boxers !

It was late in the morning as your boyfriend satoru was doing his morning routine. Teeth brushed? Check. Face washed? Check. He had laid out his clothes, ready to put them on when he realized his black boxers were missing. “Babe?” He called out from the bathroom. “Have you seen my boxers…they were literally right here.” You respnded with an eyebrow furrowed. “No, I haven’t? Maybe you thought you did. Just grab another pair.” You advise, moving on to the next thing. Your boyfriend isn’t stupid though , no matter what you might say. He swore he places his underwear along with the rest of his clothes but it was childish to keep discussing over it, so he simply got a new pair.

This mystery didn’t go away though, in fact it started occurring more and more often. His boxers were going missing. His drawer filled with the, started to get more and more empty, seemingly every wash day. What was worst was that every time he tried to inform of you this phenomenon, you’d brush it off. “You’re such a child ‘toru.” you’d tease him. “There probably scattered around the house somewhere, you never put your clothes away.” scoffing and shutting down the possibility of there being some kind of…boxer thief. He’d rolled his eyes and try to press on but you weren’t hearing it. So he would have to find the culprit himself. He checked the dryer, making sure nothing had disappeared inside. Nothing. Then he’d check the dirty clothes hamper and his side of the closet, just to double check. Nothing. Logically thinking, there was only two of you in the apartment. So logically, the only person who could be taking his boxer…could be you. When he’d bought it up, you shoved the thought back down. “No, gojo. I haven’t been taking your underwear. I don’t want to hear anymore about this. If you need some so bad, I’ll go to the store with you we can buy some more.” You’d told him, not looking up from your phone. He knows it was wrong but, he didn’t believe you 100%. So, if you didn’t want to admit it, he’ll just have to prove it for himself.

“Oh my gosh, toru what are you doing?!” You yelped, as your boyfriend literally pantsed you. He couldn’t care less about your squeals and squirming, as there right in front of him was his missing boxers. He brought a heavy hand down on your ass, watching it jiggle. “See babe, guess I was right.” He’d gloat, bounding your two wrists together with his hand, bending you over the kitchen counter. You felt your face warm in some sort of twisted mix of shame and arousal. “I’m sorry, they’re just so much more comfortable than my panties.” You confessed, letting out another yelp as he brought another slap to your ass. “Sneaky ass bitch. Thinking you can take my boxers and then lie about it. If you wanted to borrow some, ya’ should’ve just asked.” He scolded you, his own boner poking out of one of the only pairs of underwear he has left. He rubbed his cock against your clothed cunt, bringing out whines from you.”

“Since you like my damn boxers so much, I’ll fuck you with them still on.”

@awniie’s please don’t steal ! ㅤㅤㅤ⭑

[gvnvks]

holding zb1 boys’ faces … !

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: gladiator by jann

> note: thank yall sm for the notes on my latest post !! its really motivating 🫶🏻 im also working on a lot of requests rn + thinking about doing some smau so yall will be FED 💯 requests r still open but not for long, so if u want to request u need to be quick quick !!

김 jiwoong.

he’s soo confused

enjoys the touch, but can’t help but wonder if something happened for you to act like that

it’s literally not like y’all touch 25/8

nah but really

“what?” poor boy is soooo confused 😭

hides your hands in his

man is so giggly

he looks at his whole world and you look at your whole world

turns his head a little to kiss ur palm…

enough omgggg

장 hao.

homeboy freezes

like literally his whole body just straight up freezes

asks if you need something

he’s kinda embarrassed idk 😟

kiss his moles pls

his face will literally cover in blush

he’s so cute stop rn

he takes ur hand off of his face and leans in to kiss ur cheek girl bye

pls pls pls do it more often to him

성 hanbin.

has the BIGGEST grin EVER i swear to god

he goes a little “oh” and just giggles ……. lawd have mercy.

looks really deep into your eyes like y’all having some kind of a deep convo

like boy it ain’t that serious

but he’s just so in love omg

“you’re so cute” NAH HANBIN YOU’RE THE CUTE ONE HERE

he peppers ur face in little, feathery-like kisses

please where can i get boyfriend like this

he leaves some wet marks (😟) on ur forehead but you don’t mind cause he’s the most adorable human ever

석 matthew.

now bffr

he is the one to cup ur face every now and then

not u

but if the roles swapped one day and you’d be the one holding his face

boy would get so confused

cause girl what the hell are u even doing

like… it’s his job

nah but being fr now

he would be so happy 😭

like literally he would be full of the joys of spring for the rest of the day

he’s so grateful for u ‼️

girl u better keep this man

despite all that he probably has the calmest reaction of them all

probably cuz yall all lovey dovey on a daily basis n hes kinda used to it already

김 taerae.

okay now

he’s literally head over heels for you like

just as hanbin, he would simply go “oh”

has literal hearts in his eyes

and im not even joking

he just stares at you

with that wide smile of his

u can basically see if he brushed his teeth this morning 😭

he would brush his thumbs against ur palms… girl

his heart is literally pounding

have u ever seen a man that’s more in love than him

no u haven’t case closed

리키 ricky.

i know ricky may not seem like it

but i feel like he would be very affectionate

like

maybe not physically

but he will definitely assure you he loves you with his words

and also with gifts sometimes cuz young and rich and allat yk yk

so

when u place ur hands on the sides of his face

at first he gets really confused

then literally just melts into your touch

whispers some i love yous

kisses ur temple. thats what i said.

hes so shameless girl goodbye

hes just so lovable

김 gyuvin.

i dont know but i feel like he wouldn’t be that big on skinship?

i mean yeah of course he enjoys your touch but like

too much of it sometimes can overwhelm him

and you know that

but he was so cute and kissable today that u just couldn’t resist

and simply just

cupped his face

poor boy has never been more embarrassed in his whole entire existence

also the confusion added to it

cause like why so sudden

“are you okay?” NAH ARE YOU OKAY GYUVIN

pls kiss his nose… pls.

YOU CAN HEAR THE WAY HIS BREATH HITCHED

he will basically be embarrassed to look at you for the rest of the day

but don’t get him wrong tho

it’s because he’s so in love with u

박 gunwook.

okay now we’re talking

who would resist holding that pretty face of his

literally no one

asks the most random questions cause he’s so flustered 😭

“are u hungry” “am i missing our anniversary”

okay… its not like yall couple and can hold each other any time without particular reason 💯

takes ur hands and just

kisses your every finger

he goes like thumb *kiss*

index finger *kiss*

all the way to your pinky

also lightly bites on some of them cause he’s random like that

this is so cute

he’s so baby

한 yujin.

cute baby

very cute baby

squish his cheeks

he would be so dramatic if you’d do that 😭

“stop” AND HOMEBOY WOULD JUST GIVE YOU A BLANK STARE

but don’t stop tho pls he really didn’t mean that

he’s just so surprised by the sudden touch and like

he doesn’t know how to react

his heart just goes boom boom boom boom but like one million times faster

and you can tell by the way his ears and cheeks turned bright pink

but this shade really suits him

so do it more often pls

gvnvks © 2023

[authorhjk1]

Love your writing! It's so immersive and gets me soo turned on

Can I request Blackpink Lisa used as a public free use toy?

Thank you! I hope you enjoy this:

"She isn't home yet."

Rosé furrows her brows.

"But the both of us finished recording together."

Jennie shrugs her shoulders.

"Let her be. She is a grown woman."

"I'm gonna call her. She said she would be home, after we left for lunch."

Jennie stops Jisoo from taking out her phone.

"I bet she is completely fine, unnie. You almost sound like a overprotective mother."

"I'm not."

Jisoo crosses her arms in front of her body.

"Lisa is fine."

The older girls look at Rosé, who is showing them her phone.

"She just uploaded a picture on Instagram."

With a satisfied nod, Jisoo walks into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jennie zooms in on Lisa's picture.

Why did Lisa change clothes? She had a different jeans on this morning.

A knowing smile forms on Jennie's lips, connecting the dots. Lisa is trying to usurp Jennie's position inside the company.

10 minutes ago:

Lisa closes her eyes, a big smile on her face. The meeting has finally ended, time for her reward. She worked the last thirty minutes for this.

The five men in the room get out of their seats, before walking towards the end of the table.

Lisa is already lying on the wooden surface, her head hanging off the edge. As she hears the guys coming closer, she opens her mouth.

Only a couple of moments later, Lisa feels warm liquid stain her face. Five loads of cum hit her skin, eyelids, lips, mouth and tongue. She has been sucking them off throughout the whole meeting, kneeling underneath the large conference table.

It takes a couple of moments, until all of them have finished on her face. Lisa gasps, before letting her tongue clean the cum that has landed around her mouth.

Her eyelids are heavy with cum. As the young idol starts to wipe it off with her finger, she hears the five guys walk out of the room.

Lisa keeps lying on the table. Enjoying the aftermath of the meeting. She keeps cleaning her own face, licking their cum off her fingers. Not the entire company knows what she does. Rather 85%. That's why Lisa is still somewhat cautious. She doesn't want to run into the CEO while her face is covered with loads of cum.

Something similar happened already. Luckily, the two guys in the recording studio didn't seem to mind at all. Lisa came in with two loads on her face. And she left with two inside her pussy.

After taking the first picture, Lisa notices that she missed a spot. But it seems like no one noticed, while she walked towards the restroom.

She cleans it with her tongue while taking another picture.

As soon as she sees the result, Lisa feels even hornier than thirty minutes ago, when on of the five men told her to get under the table and "do her job".

And the fact that Jennie is the only other person from Blackpink, who knows what's going on, turns her on even more.

So much so that Lisa needs something inside of her. Right now.

She quickly leaves the restroom, searching for the ideal spot. She can't just strip in the hallway and wait for someone to fuck her right there. She isn't as much of a slut as Jennie. And she doesn't have time for that.

Entering the elevator, she bows to the three people inside.

"Hi Lisa, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing well. How are you?"

She smiles at the two women who work on the fifth floor.

When her eyes land on the man standing behind them, she knows what is going to happen as soon as they are alone.

The number five lights up the small display on the wall. The two women leave the elevator. Not even waiting for the doors to close, the man starts to unbuckle his belt.

"Why are you not on your knees yet?"

"My bad, sir."

Lisa drops to the floor, a little worried about being caught.

The man's pants hit the floor quickly after. His cock springs free, landing on her face.

Lisa licks along it's length, before she starts to take it into one hand. She starts her blowjob, feeling the elevator going up.

"That's a good girl."

Lisa smiles with his cock in her mouth. Her tongue glides along his length, before his hand rests on the back of her head. The young woman only has a moment to brace herself.

He quickly starts to fuck her mouth. Lisa's gags fill the otherwise quiet elevator. Her hands rest on her thighs as she takes the rough treatment, trying to fit all of it inside her mouth and throat.

"Fucking hell."

He sighs after a couple of minutes, taking his cock out of her mouth.

Lisa is able to catch her breath as he slaps her cheeks with his member.

"Mr. Kwon told me how he fucked your ass this morning. Can't wait to find out if you are still tight enough to make me cum."

Lisa feels fade heat inside her ass as he reminds her of this morning. Her asshole hasn't been fucked this hard for the last couple of days.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"What do you mean?"

He lifts her off the ground, before turning her, Lisa's back facing him.

"Here? What if-"

"Jennie would love it."

Lisa immediately stops talking. She is better than Jennie. She won't just love this. She will make this her new thing. Getting fucked in the elevator.

She feels him pressing against her, pushing her face into the metal wall. Her jeans are off within seconds, exposing her lack of underwear. The plug with the small pink stone on it greets him as he slaps her right ass cheek.

"Mr. Kwon is so considerate. Making sure that everyone can enjoy your tight ass."

Lisa moans as she feels him slowly pulling out the anal plug. It has been inside of her for hours. Her hole is barely letting go.

The young idol feels him push inside of her just a second later.

"Fuck. How are you still this thight?"

"I'm doing my best, sir."

Lisa let's out a deep moan, when he starts to pound her ass. At first slow, than increasing his pace. The elevator starts to shake a little in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Her cheek is pressed against the wall, his hands knead her ass cheeks. Lisa feels how her nipples poke through her shirt, grazing against the cold metal.

In that moment, the elevator stops. Lisa closes her eyes, praying that it's not the CEO. The door opens.

No one says a thing. The door closes again as the man behind her keeps fucking her ass.

After three or four thrusts, he suddenly pulls out. Because her face is still pressed against the wall, Lisa doesn't know who got on. She hears someone fumbling with their belt. A moment later, she feels someone pushing past the tight ring of her puckered hole.

"So deep."

She can't help but moan. Lisa can feel how this cock is slightly longer, but also lacks a little in girth. Not that she is complaining. The first man started to bruise her insides already.

Despite not knowing who he is, Lisa feels him hitting new depths. He seems to rearrange her guts with every powerful thrust.

The first man watches as the new guy fucks Lisa into the wall. Her nails scratch at the surface, her eyes still shut tightly. The scene in front of him slowly brings him towards his orgasm.

"I need another turn."

The two men switch places.

"Fuck!"

Lisa yelps as he shoves his whole cock into her without warning. His thrusts are hard and deep, making her moan and squirm. She can feel him pulsating inside her ass.

"You make such a perfect cumdump."

Seconds later, he buries himself deep inside her asshole. Lisa moans as she feels his cum flood her insides.

"Fuck, that's hot."

The other guy talks for the first time, but Lisa doesn't know who he is.

Once the first man pulls out, he starts to put his pants back on. The second one let's his hands roam over Lisa's cheeks.

"Have fun."

As the door opens, the first man walks out, leaving her with the man behind her.

"Oh fuck!"

Lisa moans loudly as she feels him entering her again. As he fucks her, the other man's cum gets pushed even deeper into her. She can feel how the warm liquid makes its way through her body.

"Such a nice ass."

The man praises her, before giving each cheek a spank.

"You know, I was just about to call you after I saw your new picture."

He takes a step closer, which pushes him even further into her ass. Lisa is now completely filled. With a low groan, she has to stand on her tip toes.

"You don't need to clean your face after a facial. You're getting more than enough anyway."

With that, he pulls out.

Lisa feels how a trickle of the other man's cum leaks out of her ass. Most of it is so deep inside of her that it's gonna take days, until she is completely empty. Not taking into account that she might get her ass filled multiple times a day.

"Time for another one, whore."

He spins Lisa around. Her already weak knees are unable to support her weight. She slides down the wall, finally squatting. A moment later, the man paints her face with warm cum. It stains her nose and cheeks, until the last drops land on her lips. Lisa gladly licks off as much as she can, moaning at the taste.

The door opens, while Lisa is still recovering. The man walks out, not even looking back at her. Three more employees step inside. When they see her, they start to undo their belts. Lisa smiles up at them.

Jennie looks at the picture on her phone, an angry frown on her face. On of their stylists send her a picture of Lisa. Her face covered with cum. More leaking out of both of her other holes as she lies on the metal floor. The elevator? Jennie scoffs. Lisa really is a slut.

She can't loose this position. There are so many benefits to being the company's free use cumdump.

Jennie gets off her bed, opening her closet. She is looking for the skimpiest outfit she can find. She can't just sit back and watch. After a couple of minutes, Jennie finally finds something fitting.

Her manager rings the doorbell. Maybe she can start by sucking him off on the way to the company?

Jennie smiles as she reaches for the doorknob.

[runa-falls]

Soo, (reffing to fluffer ff) how do you think the boys would react if they couldn't request you because you're working with somebody else or if they see you working with someone else?

ooooh shitttttt 🫢 alright, let's explore that shall we?

a/n: uhhh….i’m so sorry that this took so long omg 😭 i love you nonnie, i just forgor~ i'm making a second part to this where they find out reader was an amateur porn star before she became a fluffer :3 it's mostly all smut ngl, so anyway...

cw: explicit smut w/ jake only.. sry marc/steven hoes (18+), jealous!marc [angst, fluff], soft!steven [fluff[, out-of-pocket!jake [straight smut], inaccurate depiction of sex work, dirty talk, not proof-read!!

w/c: 1.7k [my baddd]

Fluffing for Others:

Being a fluffer was your job before you met the boys and you continued to do it after. The thing is, after you met the boys, you were so busy working with them that your already limited work schedule had no space for other clients.

But occasionally, one of your earlier clients will request you months in advance for a big project, and you have no reason to decline them (that is, until the boys convince you to stop working).

Marc [slight angst, fluff]:

"Sorry baby, I can't make it Tuesday, I have another client--"

Marc was just telling you about his next production that's set to film in the next few days.

Of course, he springs the gig on you just as it's about to happen.

He always does this, assuming you'd be free, and happy to join him. He never gives you more than a week to prepare, and usually you're fine with it. But this time, you're busy.

"Wait, another client?" You nod, but he's still not getting it, like he can't believe his ears. "Like a different client? Like an 'outside of this body' client?" You sigh.

Of course, he's reacting like this.

"Yes Marc, an old friend called and booked me for the week. I put it on the joint calendar, didn't you see it?" His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your words. "He's doing a movie length exclusive, so he called way in advance."

"But...but what about me?" He pouts -- literally pouts -- as he walks closer to you, backing you against the kitchen counter.

You raise a brow, "What about you?"

"What am I gonna do?" His hands hold you by the waist, pulling you close while he nuzzles his nose against your neck. He does this when he's trying to comfort himself -- buries his face against your body and holds you close.

He's so dramatic.

"Don't be so whiney, Marc. A girl's gotta work too." He hmphs in discontent as he hoists you onto the edge of the counter. You loop your arms around his neck easily and make him look at you. His soft brown eyes shyly meet yours, "I don't complain when you fuck your co-workers."

"That's--"

You send him a warning look, "I swear to god if you say it's different..."

"No, you're right, honey..." He's sheepish when he looks at you, realizing how his jealousy got the best of him once again. "I just...want you all to myself sometimes." You peck him on the cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, suppressing a smile as he leans into you with a sigh. He's so easy.

"I'm yours, baby." His hands squeeze at your waist at those words. He loves hearing you say that. Loves that you're here in his kitchen, always ready to receive his needy affection.

"So... are you free next week?"

You snort.

"Marc, you can't keep moving your productions for me. You could always find another back-up fluffer..."

"Not doing it without you." He mumbles, lips brushing against yours.

You lean into him and your noses nudge against each other. You're not quite kissing him, but when you're looking into his eyes like this, it feels just as intimate.

"Yeah, I'm free."

He grins, "Good. It's a date." He captures your lips in his and you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

---

Steven [fluff!]:

Telling Steven was pretty easy. He knew about it before you even told him, seeing it on the 'family calendar' that you forced each boy to join.

"You need a ride to production Monday? I could call you an early cab as we don't have a car and all. Don't want you to have to catch the bus."

Steven is lying next to you, having woken up in the body this morning. He's always been more of a morning person compared to the other boys, despite looking perpetually tired.

"Aw, thanks honey, but I'm fine. Their sending a company car since it's such a long filming schedule." You snuggle up closer to him, craving his warmth from the morning coolness that blows through the flat. He lets you settle against him, wrapping an arm around your torso.

"A company car? ...fancy."

"Anything is fancier than our usual walk and transit ride." You giggle against the thin fabric of his shirt, slightly muffling your words with how closely you cling to him.

Steven is dressed in Marc's pajamas: a tight undershirt and briefs, clothes you rarely get to see Steven in when he's fronting. Usually, he prefers looser clothing made of soft and comfy materials.

You can't complain though. Seeing Steven (unintentionally) show off his built body while acting all cozy and sweet makes you heat with want.

"You don't mind I'm working for other clients again?"

He tilts his head as if he's just now considering it.

"No, why would I? It's your job, just like how I have mine."

You pause, surprised by how cool he is with it.

"Oh...yeah."

“I actually thought you'd be doing this more often..." You look up at him, meeting his soft and sleepy gaze, "I mean, I thought everyone would be requesting you." He whispers, unsure if you'd appreciate his comments.

You hum, "I only had one company that hired me as a general assistant and only three regulars." You smile at him, remembering the first time you met him, "But then I met you guys, and you took over my whole life."

"...Then we met you, and now you're our life." Your heartbeat picks up at his words. It feels like something is squeezing at your chest in the most pleasant way possible.

Steven never realizes how poet and sweet he can be. You truly believe he just says whatever is on his mind.

"But you still work, and I still need to work..."

"You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone touched by you.”

You bite your bottom lip, hard.

How can he say such wonderful things? Make you feel so tender and loved that you could fall apart under his gentle gaze?

Intense emotions tighten in the back of your throat and all you can do is hold him closer, clutch him until he can feel what you're unable to voice.

"I love you, Steven. You know that right?" It's barely rasped out, but he hears it.

"Of course, darling." He pecks the top of your head, "You know I love you more, though."

A smile pulls at your lips, "Impossible. I love you so much you can't even comprehend it."

He chuckles before offering his rebuttal, "Well actually..."

---

Jake (NSFW 18+):

Jake took it as well as you thought he would...

His hand squeezes lightly at the sides of your throat, testing the waters as he continues to rapidly thrust into you. You wince as his fingers dig into the fresh bruises that he suckled into your skin earlier.

“Bet they wish they could fuck you like this...feel you quiver around their cock," You groan as he angles his cock to drag against the walls of your cunt, expertly nudging against that explosive spot inside of you. "But they can’t, because your mine, right honey?”

You nod wordlessly, barely able to comprehend what he said.

He buries himself deep inside of you with a huff and holds himself there until you're squirming under him. "Right?" He grits out, frustrated with your lack of response.

Your body shakes as his cock continues to press flush against the back of your cunt, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure all over. You feel so full, completely stretched, and filled to the brim; you can barely move without crying out.

"Yes, yes, please, Jake, I'm yours--"

He pulls out briefly before swiftly pushing back in and it feels like you had the wind knock out of you. "That's right, baby, take it. Show 'em who you belong to."

You shutter out breathes as he works himself into your body, holding you down so you can't move a muscle without him knowing. Sloppy sounds remind you just how needy you are for him, how much you love it when he treats you like this.

Jake lets you go and work for clients, but he'll be damned if you go without his mark on you. Without a physical reminder that you're his.

It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust them.

You're the perfect woman, someone he couldn't resist when he was just a client to you. So how can he be sure your other clients won't try to woo you like he did?

"Fuck, honey," He growls, grinding his hips against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible so he can cum deep inside of you. "You're so good to me, letting me do this when you gotta be on set in an hour..."

Your head is tilted back, and eyes are closed tight as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm, waiting for him. You whine as he rubs your clit, legs trembling around him.

"Please, Jake, cum for me...c-cum inside..."

"You gonna keep it all in for me, baby? Keep me stuffed inside of you as you jerk some loser off?" You cry, clenching around him as he coos at you, unable to hold back anymore.

"Mm... that’s right, honey, let go. Go ahead, soak me." He grunts when he feels you flutter around him and pushes in deeper, enjoying how tight you get when he talks dirty to you.

You writhe pathetically under him as you ride out your high, whimpering as he sharply fucks a few last thrusts into you before painting your walls with warmth. He fills you so much it starts to drip out of you as he pulls out.

His fingers push it back in before anymore could escape and ruin the couch under you. He hums thoughtfully as he fingers you, making sure you're all filled up for the day.

"Looks like you're ready for work." His eyes drift over your lust bitten lips, the marks covering your neck, and the mess at the center. He smirks, proud of his work.

"Thanks, baby." You smile sweetly.

You really do have the best boyfriends in the world...

[itgetsdark-x]

Hellooo I have a teeny tiny request: dbf!joel taking readers virginity 👀👀 what do you think? The idea just struck me and i believe this would be soo hot but also cute 😳 sry i‘m just a sucker for intimacy 🙈

Anyways it‘s just an idea, no stress, i love your writing 💕

A/N: wheeew, thank you for the request anon! I tried to write Joel a little softer here and it just had me in a mess! I hope this is okay for you and you enjoy it!! I’m sorry for the delay, honey <3

Summary: Joel was always hanging around your house and your dad, one way or another. You wanted him, and badly. He needed to be your first.

Word Count: 3.9k

Characters: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader (f)

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! fingering (f receiving), first time reader, unprotected p in v (do better pls), slight praise kink if you squint, age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age, reader’s age not specified)

It was a warm spring day, you were sat in the garden with a beer in your hand; across from you was your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller. Joel was almost a permanent fixture around your house now, he had been in your life for years and it was near impossible to imagine life without him, or how life was before him. 

He was a handsome man, close to your father’s age and admittedly, you had quite the crush on him and had done for a few years. Of course you hadn’t acted on it, you didn’t want to upset your dad or ruin anything in your life but then there were the lonely nights that you spent alone, your fingers rubbing at your clit frustratedly, never managing to finish, as you imagined the older man taking your virginity. You knew it was wrong but it didn’t stop you from fantasising, only now, it seemed to happen more frequently. 

You smiled as you sipped your beer, your mind wandering as your father and Joel were in deep conversations; occasionally you would throw in a laugh or reply to something either of them said but for the most part, you just enjoyed soaking up their conversations and the late evening sunset. 

You weren’t really sure how you had got to your age and hadn’t slept with anyone yet and part of you felt shame that you hadn’t, thanks to the throwaway comments from your friends or the way the media portrayed casual sex. You felt inexperienced and the longer you went without it, the feeling of shame and nerves only seemed to grow, you cursed society and your friends for making you feel that way. You had boyfriends previously but the time never felt right for you, and for that, you were proud of your morals and how you stuck to them. A lot of the time, when you didn’t put out for a partner, they left you and it was frustrating, and more importantly, hurtful. Still, no one ever felt right, no one ever seemed to compare to Joel in your mind. 

The sun had fully set by now, your dad and Joel were still arguing back and forth about something trivial and you laughed fondly as you watched them two of them. You had gone inside and to get a blanket which was now wrapped around your shoulders, the chill of the evening not effecting you. 

“Sweetpea, I’m gonna head inside and get some rest. Thank you for a lovely day and night.” Your dad spoke to you, fully addressing you. You smiled into his side as he gave you a brief hug and kissed the top of your head. 

“You okay to see yourself out? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y/N can setup the pullout for you!” Your dad offered to Joel. 

“I’ll finish up my beer and see how I feel after, thanks bud. I’ll see you in a couple days, at the bar, if I don’t end up staying. Thanks again.” Joel spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Don’t catch a cold.” Your dad said, peering down at you when he felt you shiver. “I love you, sweetheart.” 

“I love ya too, dad. I’m fine. Goodnight.” You called to him as he closed the patio door behind him. 

A silence fell between the two of you, you placed your bottle onto the garden table and looked up to the sky, stars were slowly starting to twinkle in the evening’s dusk and you sighed. 

“What’s up, princess?” Joel asked, he often called you various pet names but that one always hit differently. 

“What does sex feel like?” You asked nonchalantly. 

Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and placed it down, clearing his throat. “Has your daddy not had the chat with you?”

“Well duh, of course he has but he hasn’t exactly told me what it feels like.” You huffed frustratedly, now looking at Joel. 

“I uh, I don’t know how to answer that question, really.” Joel admitted quietly. “Have you, uh, have you not?” His question tailed off as you shook your head in response. 

“Nope.” You hugged again, wrapping the blanket tighter round you. “Can’t even manage to cum when I touch myself either.” 

Joel shifted in his seat, somewhere in his mind he pictured you laid out on your bed, your fingers buried deep in yourself with a frown as you tried to work yourself to release. He pushed those thoughts deep down and shook his head. 

“Well it’s different for guys, princess. A lot easier.” He shrugged, hoping you would drop the conversation. 

“Yeah but you’ve obviously had sex with women!” You said casually. 

“Obviously.” Joel retorted. 

“Exactly, so like, you know how to make them cum unless, Joel Miller, you’re openly admitting you don’t know how to please a woman.” You laughed. 

“I know how to please a woman!” He defended. “Plenty of women, and I ain’t ever had complaints.” 

“Show me.”

It was a throwaway comment, the beers you had consumed flowed through your veins and made your lips a little looser than normal. Before you had registered it fully, the words had fallen from your mouth. 

“I’m sorry?! What?!” Joel asked, his voice a raised whisper. 

“S-show me… I want my first time to matter, Joel. I want it to be with someone who knows me and cares about me. You care about me, right?” You asked, getting out of your seat and sitting into Joel’s lap, your blanket discarded. 

“Princess. I can’t… I… it wouldn’t be right…” He mumbled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. “Your daddy would kill us both.”

“I’ll be quiet, please Joel… I’m desperate. Please.” You begged, your voice high and whiny. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, your eyes follow me around like a lost puppy. Especially when I wear little dresses. I’ve noticed it and I’m telling you right now, I feel the same.”

Before Joel could argue again, you dipped your head down and closed the space between your faces to place and innocent kiss to the male’s lips. As soon as you made contact you moaned softly into it; his lips were soft against his rough facial hair and it made you wetter than you could have imagined before. 

Joel held his hands up innocently, unsure whether he should indulge in this moment or not but there you were, sitting in his lap needy and innocent, quite literally begging for him. Cautiously he began to kiss you back, one hand came up to hold your cheek and the other held your knee gently. He commanded the kiss, tilting your head to the right angle as he dipped his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He could taste the beer on your breath and the faint cherry of your chapstick, it drove him mad and he wanted more. 

“You’re gonna kill me.” He whispered almost silently. “Are you sure you want this? You won’t be able to have your first time again, are you sure you wanna waste it on me?” 

“Joel,” you stopped him from rambling further. “Anytime I’ve touched myself I’ve imagined it was you, I want you so badly. Please show me how to do it.” You whined. 

Joel’s hand tensed gently on your knee, the fact that he was the star in your late-night thoughts made him wanna take you right there and then. 

“Inside. We need to go inside, I’m not fuckin’ you on the table. Not for your first time, anyway.” Joel teased with a wink. “You’re gon’ have to be real quiet for me though, little girl.”

You stood from Joel’s lap and nodded eagerly. “Of course I’ll be quiet, scouts honour.” 

Joel laughed, a short breathless noise and followed behind you as you led him inside and upstairs to your room. 

As soon as you quietly clicked your door shut, the tension seemed to fill the room once more and you stood awkwardly by the bed. 

“Come sit, relax, princess.” Joel said quietly, his voice soft and hushed. 

He sat on the foot of your bed and gently tapped the space next to him, you happily obliged and sat down next to him. You looked up at him and swallowed roughly. 

“You nervous?” He asked gently and you nodded in response. “That’s fair enough, I promise I’ll be real gentle with you, darlin’ and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and we stop. This is all on your terms, okay?” He asked tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face to cup your cheek. 

You leant forward and caught Joel’s lips in a quick kiss. “I — what do we do now?” You asked. 

“What have you done before? Have you ever touched a guy before?” Joel asked and you shook your head to say no. “So you’ve never touched a guy’s cock before?”

“N-no!” You replied, almost ludicrously. “A guy tried to make me once but I left in tears and that was that.” You admittedly quietly and Joel stroked his thumb tenderly across your bottom lip. 

“Okay, well that’s not going to happen here. I’ve got you now. Okay?” He asked. 

“Okay.”

“Let’s start by getting you out of your clothes and comfortable on the bed, is that alright?” Joel asked. 

You nodded again, not trusting your voice as Joel removed his hand from your face to gently pull your t-shirt over your head. He then worked on your jeans, he unbuttoned them and you stood to shimmy them off your legs, you stood there a little awkwardly as Joel took in your form and admired your body. 

“Look at you.” He breathed, his rough hands smoothed over your sides and cupped your ass gently. 

You let out a quiet giggle as your cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment; no one had ever complimented your body before. 

“J-Joel, can I see you now?” You whispered, your voice shaking with pure anticipation. 

He smiled at you and gave a simple nod before he pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and pulled down his jeans before discarding them with your clothes. Your eyes roamed the expanse of tanned skin, hair peppered his chest lightly and a dark trail led down to his boxers where you could clearly see his half-hard cock. You had dreamt about his moment, being able to see Joel in such a state and it made your privates throb with need. 

“Why don’t you lay back and show me how you touch yourself, pretty girl.” Joel said smoothly, sitting down next to you on the bed again. “I can help from there.”

“Okay…” you muttered, quickly standing to shed your damp panties before you got onto your bed and laid down so your back was resting against your pillows. 

Joel shifted so he was positioned next to you, he was laid on his side and he watched eagerly as you let your thighs drop and you spread yourself further for him to see. He held back a groan as he watched your fingers dip between your wet folds as you began to circle your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan before you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip to silence yourself from making another sound. 

You screwed your eyes shut and your brows furrowed together as you rubbed at your clit harshly, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasming but never quite getting there. 

“Woah they’re darlin’, slow it down a notch… or ten.” He chuckled quietly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to slow your movements down with ease. 

“Do it for me.” You huffed, opening your eyes to search for Joel’s. “Please.” You whined. 

Joel took your hand in his and brought your slicked fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them eagerly and moaned softly as your arousal flooded his mouth. Your eyes shot open widely, shock flooding them and you throbbed as you watched him. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered weakly. 

“Sh sh shh, darlin’.” Joel cooed when he released your fingers from your mouth. 

He gently pried your thighs apart with his hand, your own fell to the side of you and your fingers toyed nervously with the sheets below you. 

“I’m gonna touch you, princess but you’re gonna have to be real quiet and you’re gonna need to relax for me.” Joel instructed sternly but his voice was edged with softness. 

You looked at his face and bit on your bottom lip, nodding your head in agreement. Joel ran his fingers through your wet slit and he bit back a groan at how wet you were already, so receptive and needy for him to touch you. You shifted under his touch, it felt so different to your own fingers or when you would hump at your pillows in frustration. His skilled fingers found your clit quickly and he circled the sensitive bud with delicious pressure, you bit back a loud moan and looked at Joel with mild confusion at how it could feel so good so quickly.

“Feel good?” Joel asked quietly, his breath fanned gently over your lips. 

“S-so so good!” You whimpered, your voice shaking as Joel worked his fingers perfectly over your clit. 

“Is it okay if I finger you? You wanna see how it feels to have my fingers in you? I’ll be really gentle, princess.” 

You nodded eagerly, not trusting your shaky voice to form a proper sentence. Before you had time to fully register it, Joel was gently pressing a finger into your tight hole, there was slight resistance as your wet heat stretched around his thick digit. You mewled quietly, the noise partly out of pain but mostly pleasure. 

“Shhh, I know, baby girl. I know. You’ve got this.” He whispered, kissing your cheek and your neck, trying to distract you from any discomfort as Joel’s palm met your body. “I’m gonna move my finger now.” He whispered and your body fluttered with adoration as he talked you through what he was going to do next. 

Just as he said, Joel pulled his finger out and gently pushed it back into you. He felt almost alien as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole, he felt amazing and somewhere in your mind, you thought how you always wanted Joel in you. His thumb gently circled your clit and whilst you were distracted with the intense pleasure, he gently pushed a second finger into you, stretching you further and your eyes balled shut instantly. 

“Baby girl, you gotta relax for me. That’s it, atta girl, doing such a good job. I know, I know.” He cooed, his voice was so soft and it sent shivers down your spine as his thumb still circled your clit whilst his fingers scissored you open. 

“Feels…” you whined. “Feels so good!” You whispered, your eyes opening to look at Joel. “Please kiss me.” You asked tenderly. 

He obliged happily and his lips pressed to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth and you laid there as you took all he had to offer you. His fingers moved in you with ease now as you adjusted to the foreign stretch and somewhere in the depth of your belly, something bubbled and grew deeper. You had come this close before but never managed to get yourself over the edge. You moaned into Joel’s mouth, a little too loudly as he quickened his pace. 

“Fuck Joel,” you cursed against his lips as you panted, your chest heaved in your bra. 

Joel smirked, using his spare hand to free one of your breasts from your bra and he sucked your nipple into his mouth; his teeth nipped gently at it before he sucked on it a little harsher causing your back to arch up to him. 

“Something feels weird.” You mumbled, your voice was a quiet gasp. “Feels like I need to pee or something.” 

You felt embarrassed, not sure what was happening, usually when you got this far you would stop and go use the bathroom before coming back and trying again to make yourself cum but it never happened. 

“Mhmm, means you’re close. Means you’re gonna cum on my fingers.” Joel whispered, his breath fanned out onto your damp nipple and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “That’s it, cum for me, please, princess.” Joel pleaded. 

Your thighs shuddered at his words, your hips spasmed upwards and you brought your hand to your mouth to keep yourself quiet as you felt yourself get slicker and cum around Joel’s fingers, your walls fluttered around his fingers and he praised you quietly, his mouth back near your neck. 

Joel pulled his fingers out of you and you grimaced at the lack of being full. He teasingly ran his fingers through your soaked folds and he groaned softly into your ear. 

“You’re so wet, you came so hard for me. Such a good girl. Was that your first time? You never managed to do that?” Joel whispered his praises. 

“Mhm, n-never managed to do that. Felt so good.” 

“Now imagine how good my cock would feel… you think you’re ready for that, little girl?” 

“Please.” You breathed, your hand shakily reaching for Joel’s hard member in his boxers. Your hand delicately palmed him through the thin fabric and you gasped at the feeling of him, he felt impossibly big compared to his fingers and your tummy fluttered with nerves and deep arousal. “You’re so… big!” 

Joel laughed and switched his position on the bed so he was situated between your thighs. “Promise to be so gentle with you.” He whispered, awkwardly shifting out of his boxers so he was finally fully naked. 

Your hands hungrily roamed the vast expanse of Joel’s skin and you hummed in appreciation, the moment you had dreamt of so many times was finally here and you couldn’t quite believe it. 

“Fuck me, please. Just do it already, I’m so turned on I’m shaking.” You whispered, making sure your voice was a hushed tone and it was true, your limbs shook with the anticipation of what was to come and you were shivering under Joel’s gaze. 

You had discarded your bra and laid there fully naked for him, he brushed his cock head against your clit and you let out a loud gasp, the different sensation taking you by surprise. Joel looked at you and cocked an eyebrow as warning and you nodded, taking the hint and bit on your bottom lip. 

“You have to stay quiet otherwise your daddy is gonna hear you being such a good girl for me and I know you don’t want him to see how needy you are for his best friend’s cock.”

He took his length and gently, so incredibly gently pressed the tip of himself into your hole. You bit down harder on your lip and your fingers scratched at Joel’s shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to him as he inserted himself slowly into you. 

Your nails left harsh crescent moon shapes into the skin on Joel’s shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you, you stretched around him and he held your cheek tenderly as you adjusted around his thick member. 

“I know baby girl, I know. Shh, such a good girl. That’s it, so good for me.” He whispered, his sweet praises sending a delicious shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his hand as the sting of the stretch finally started to wear off. 

“You can move now…” You muttered softly. 

Joel nodded and his hand left your face to hold your hips tightly as he pulled his hips back and sensually rolled them forward to push back into you. You whimpered, the noise was loud and it echoed into your room. Joel tutted and one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth, he squeezed your face gently as he built up a steady pace. 

His cock fucked into you, he managed to roll his hips just right and soon enough we was hitting the soft spot inside your spongy walls that had you moaning pathetically under Joel’s palm, the noises were drowned out as his hand squeezed over your mouth harder. 

“Touch your pretty little clit for me, princess. I want you to feel how good it is to cum on a cock. On my cock.” Joel groaned as your greedy hole sucked him in deeper and harder. 

You took Joel’s instructions and two fingers circled around your clit, you took onboard what Joel said earlier about going slower and it worked wonders, your eyes rolled back into your head as your stomach knotted tightly like a coiled spring. Your mouth opened under Joel’s palm and as you were about to speak, Joel stalled his hips. He was buried deep in you and instead of pulling back to push back into you, he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock nudged into you deeper than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers sped up and Joel took the chance to finally push back into you roughly. That perfectly timed dance had you cumming around Joel’s cock, the spring in your stomach snapped and you fell apart at the seams as Joel fucked you rougher. 

You whimpered as the overstimulation kicked in and Joel took you for his own, he fucked into you quicker than before and you laid there taking everything he had.  

“Where do you want me to cum, princess?” Joel asked. 

“M-mouth.” You shuddered out.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled lowly and pulled out of you, you winced at the feeling, already knowing you would feel sore tomorrow. 

Joel positioned himself on the bed, knelt beside you as you sat up and timidly reached your hand up to wrap around his length. You gave a few testing stroke and he nodded down at you, encouraging you to move your hand faster. You did exactly that, your fingers worked nimbly around him as you stroked him to orgasm. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue sticking out and you made a small noise as the first spurt of his hot cum landed on your tongue. 

“Good girl, that’s it. Fuck you’re gonna kill me, look up at me with my cum on your tongue. That’s it.” He groaned, his voice low and sultry as your eyes locked with him. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you swallowed down every drop Joel had to give you. Your tongue licked at your lips as Joel swiped his thumb across your cheek. 

“Fucking hell, princess.” He huffed, collapsing onto the bed next to you. 

You couldn’t help but giggle and you rolled over to look at the older male. “Thank you, Joel. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.” He looked down at you, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch your cheek as he captured your lips in a soft kiss. 

You smiled into the kiss as your fingers tickled through the hair on his chest absently. 

“Never wanna stop feeling this good.” You hummed. “You wanna stay here with me for a bit? Please?” You asked shyly as if you hadn’t just had the male in you moments ago. 

“Okay princess, just till you fall asleep. Don’t wanna have to explain that one to your daddy.” He laughed softly and kissed your forehead once as your eyes fluttered shut for the night. 

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Tales of the Castle: A Mini Series

ANNND THE FIRST MINI STORY IS OUUUTTT!!! I hope these small stories give you an insight on how close Beast! Miguel and reader are, although it's more like of the two falling for each other. Also, this obviously takes place during ch.5

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Disclaimer !! This is loosely based off of the 90s Marvel Special comics of BATB

Grumpy Mornings

It is a cold winter morning and Miguel has been peacefully sleeping…or at least that's what it looks like. He was actually dreaming of a sweet romance between himself and Y/N as two happy lovers, but that abruptly stopped when he woke up heartbroken at such a dream. He then got up and walked to his mirror...and in despair let out a huge roar that was heard throughout the castle.

“Oh dear, looks like Migs is up and angry already” Peter exclaimed to himself. His little adorable teacup of a daughter looks at him and asks “Daddy, isn’t he always angrwry ?” Peter chuckles and shushes her “you can’t say that honey, it's rude”. Peter hops to the windowsill and looks outside “it is quite the sunny day though…” Peter sighs and looks down “only if he was just a little kinder”. Mayday looked at him confused “daddy ? why say that ?” 

Peter chuckles “you know the story..” Mayday giggles “tell me again !”  Peter sighs and softly tells her what happened long ago. Mayday giggles as she sees it more like a little fairytale book. Peter seeing that relaxes, at least she isn’t so troubled by it. Peter then looks outside “how about if we go find Y/N ?”  Mayday nodded and squealed as she hopped from the windowsill to the little serving tray, ready to travel the castle.

Meanwhile in the Castle

Y/N was in the library just happily humming to herself as she was on the ladder looking for a new book to read. “Sé que lo vi en alguna parte..” she muttered to herself. All of a sudden Miguel’s roar was heard thundering through the castle. It startled Y/N so much that she had to hold onto the ladder that was kind enough to let her use it, in order to not fall off. “Thank you ladder, although I think Miguel is angry about something again…who knows” she says. Y/N eventually goes back to searching for the book she was looking for “There it is, Don Quixote !” She then takes the book and slowly goes down the ladder.

“Y/N ! Hey !” 

Y/N turns around to spot Peter and Mayday. “Well good morning to you both as well, any help you guys need ?” Peter bites his lip and says “well… we were searching for you but then we got caught up because Lyla asked to try and give Miguel some tea, turns out Jess was there alongside Miles and Gwen because they were trying to serve breakfast for him and all he did was throw them out. He even refused the hairbrush..soo I was wondering if y’know, you could go…talk to him ?” 

Y/N looks down at the book she wanted to read and then smiles “maybe all he needs is a good book…alright then…let's go to the west wing”

Y/N walked as she left the library with Peter and Mayday.

After a while the trio arrived at the west wing “I can handle it from here” Y/N says. Peter smiles at her and simply says “Once you’re back, holler for me, I’ll have some tea ready” The serving cart starts to move on its own to the kitchen “Byye pwretty y/n !” mayday yelled out. 

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. She then took a breath and walked to Miguel’s room. Once she arrived she knocked on the door and opened it. “Hey Miguel…mind if i have a wor-” 

“LARGATE”

Y/N sighed and walked in “no hasta que me ESCUCHES” Miguel growled and looked at her with an annoyed look. “fine…” 

Y/N’s face softened and she spoke calmly to him “you can’t just go terrorizing your staff just because you’re in a bad mood, They’re here for you because they care…besides…” she approaches him and fixes his coat “you can always talk to me…”

Miguel’s face sank as he looked disappointed. He then sat in his chair and looked away “I-I I had a dream…” 

“A bad dream ?” Y/N approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder “Migs…everyone gets a bad dream, even nightmares…but remember it was only a dream..”

“no fue una pesadilla... fue dulce” Y/N shut herself up confused at why he was so heartbroken over a good dream.  “The Nightmare only began when I looked into the mirror and saw this..” he says as he looked away from her even more “Soy un Monrstruo..” 

Y/N looked at him and simply wanted to comfort him even more. He was simply just misunderstood. “No digas eso, The outside isn’t what matters !” She looked at him and held his furry hands. “It's the inside that matters, Who knows…maybe that dream could eventually come true” she says softly with a smile. Miguel smiled back at her a little but still seemed a bit down “How about if you read Don Quixote with me, we can take turns reading aloud..” Y/N suggests “I….I think I would like that very much.” Y/N smiled at him as she made her way to pull him from the chair and sit on the carpet, she then sits in between his legs as she made herself comfortable laying her back on his chest 

From outside the room Peter was peering inside with a smile

 “looks like they won’t be needing tea anytime soon”

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Celly propt 7 where Sammy wears Will jersey for the first time as a couple at BC or could be done in the USA era when Will realizes he has felling for Sammy

in his jersey | the wonder years

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

the pining continues between samy and will during the wonder years when she wears his jersey to his ntdp game

1.7k words

i got a bit carried away when writing this lmao. i know this is a celly request, but i also feel like this ask fits into samy and will's wonder years category. writing their pining is soo cutie because they're so oblivious to one another. also posting another fic bc i feel bad leaving y'all dry for a couple days😭

700 celly masterlist | au masterlist

samy pulled the baseball cap further down her head as she sunk into the bleachers beside will's parents. she sported her friend's number across her back, trying to ignore the glaring looks from the other girls three rows down. they were regulars at the home games only because they had crushes on each of the players—specifically will. when samy walked into the rink wearing will's number across her back daggers were instantly shot. those girls were definitely not happy seeing samy wear her friend's number.

she tried ignoring them knowing they were just jealous she knew will specifically. she'd be happy to befriend them, but after months of just glaring, it was obvious they didn't wanna be samy's friend. instead, she sat with her parents and kept her attention on the boys down on the ice doing their warmups.

her eyes glued themselves to her best friend wearing the number 2 which was the same number spread across her back along with his last name. he skated around the ice with gabe and ryan, the three of them doing their warmups together like always. she loved seeing the three of them down there together, smiles painted on each of their lips being able to play the sport they loved together. 

it was also a bit of nostalgia knowing their last games playing for the ntdp were coming close. spring was right around the corner which also meant u18 worlds and after that the boys were completely done with the program. something about all of that felt bittersweet for the boys and samy. 

what would she do without them bugging her either in ann arbor or plymouth every weekend? will finally found her gaze when he looked towards the stands. the smile never left his lips as he waved. it was pretty known by now that he always waved at samy first before shifting his attention to his parents beside her. the blonde skated towards the glass and nodded his head to the right, an indication that he wanted samy down at the open entrance. 

while getting up, the youngest hughes directed a smirk in those other girls' direction. she knew she was about to piss all of them off when they watched her and will interact on the floor. what samy didn't know was that will saw the entire thing. 

he knew those girls liked him and were most definitely jealous of samy. he knew getting her in his jersey would shut them right up and finally get off his back by sending a clear message that he liked his best friend! (of course, samy had no idea though). 

"they're gonna bully my dms if you keep that up," the blonde lifted his helmet as he skated right up to the door where samy waited. 

the girl's entire face flushed in embarrassment, "you saw that?" she grimaced. 

"yeah, i did. it was endearing though. seeing you brag in their faces that you're mine," sometimes will's confidence grew a little too much and he said things without thinking. his own face flushed after realizing he said that. 

"i'm yours, huh?" samy raised her eyebrow. 

"shut up, you know what i mean," but she didn't. she didn't really get what will meant and how badly he wanted to really call her his. 

his stupid feelings were only getting worse and seeing her in his jersey with his all-time favorite number wasn't helping. however, his chest swelled with pride and a feeling of possessiveness knowing that everyone in the arena would see his name plastered across her back. 

"you look good in my jersey, by the way," will pulled at the material that basically swallowed up samy's small frame. 

"i still wonder how you convinced me to wear this," the brunette teased a bit, but secretly she loved it. 

her stupid feelings were only growing stronger and when will begged her to wear his jersey to his game the other day samy nearly confessed right there. even though it was fun watching her best friend beg her for something, she would've worn it regardless. 

"i'm pretty convincing," the boy shrugged smugly. samy rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips betrayed her trying to act unfazed. 

"good luck tonight, will. you guys are gonna do great," she reached up to place a gentle kiss to his cheek because 1. she always did that and 2. she wanted to make those girls even more jealous than they were. who cared if they went and bullied her and will's dms later. 

"thanks, hughesy. see you after the game?" it was a miracle she didn't notice will's heart eyes. 

"you know where to find me," they said their goodbyes before will's coach came after him for not warming up. 

the game revved up to 5-3 with the ntdp boys on the winning side. samy was on her feet as she cheered on her best friends flying across the ice. the trio worked so well together, speaking wordlessly with one another as they trusted each other and passed the puck around the opposing team. it was almost like a dream watching those boys play and that feeling of bittersweet crept back into samy's mind. 

u18s and then the nhl draft in a few months meaning all of them joining the professional world. it was a day that seemed so far away when they were younger and was now just months away. 

"let's go will!" samy yelled down as the forward made his third goal of the night bringing the score to 6-3. 

the crowd erupted in cheers. the brunette smiled seeing will do his celly with ryan and gabe. immediately, the boy's gaze spun around to find samy's in the stands. they found one another pretty quickly and will pointed up at her, the happiness glowing across his features. his gesture earned a small blush across her cheeks while her parents and will's sent the girl knowing looks because of course they knew their kids liked one another before they even knew. 

once the game finished, samy waited around near the locker room for will to emerge. she usually leaned against the wall scrolling through her phone until the boy came running out. tonight was no different. twenty minutes after the game ended, the blonde was rushing out of the locker room in a happy daze. his curls were hardly even dry as he scooped samy into his arms, spinning her around so her feet weren't even on the ground. 

"so proud of you, will. you played so good," the girl gushed into his shoulder. 

"you always make me play well," his flirting earned another blush on samy's face.  

"shoulda known this was why will pushed everyone out of the way to shower first," ryan teased as he came out a moment later with gabe. 

the boys snickered with one another, but will didn't find it amusing. "shut up," he mumbled. 

"good to see ya, hughes. thanks for coming," ryan collected samy into his own hug. 

"duh, like i'd ever miss a game. you guys played so well," she pinched their cheeks which annoyed the hell out of them, but they let her do it anyway. 

"how much did smitty pay you to wear his jersey?" gabe continued with the chirping. 

all of them but will shared a laugh. he was not finding their remarks as amusing as he usually would tonight, "jesus, do you guys ever shut up?" 

"just a bit of begging and he convinced me," samy squeezed will's arm.

"begging? like hands and knees?" ryan hollered. poor will was now red in the face and wanted to rip his friends' heads off before they said anything more stupid. 

"just like that," samy didn't help. 

"don't we have to meet our parents. i thought they wanted to go out to dinner," will cut in before someone said anything else. 

"right, they're in the lobby," the brunette grabbed ahold of will's arm as they walked together to find their parents. 

after hugging his parents, the two families headed out to find something to eat. will climbed into samy's car since she drove herself up knowing the blonde would most definitely convince her to come back to his house for awhile which then resulted in her sleeping over. good thing it was saturday night and neither of them had practice tomorrow. 

"what am i gonna do when you're a hundred miles away in the fall?" will's gaze fell on samy's even though she was focusing on her parents' car in front of them as they followed them to the restaurant. 

"tough question. probably die," samy teased a little. 

"probably, yeah. i don't think i've ever really played a game without you there," the blonde admitted. she found his gaze for a second. the whole idea of graduating and going to college was a thought swirling around both of their minds lately. 

"i'll be there in spirit watching you through my laptop." 

"not the same, but i guess it'll have to do," will sighed a bit. 

"you know boston's gonna be really lucky to have you. you're a legacy," she poked his arm that was dangerously close to hers on the center console, but it wasn't like either of them were gonna move their arms away. 

"you are too, you know. by association," will smiled. 

"i think quinn and luke nearly fainted when i made it official i was going to michigan," the brunette hummed. 

"michigan definitely gained a good one. you're gonna kill it on the field." 

she met the boy's still lingering gaze. the two shared a loving smile still so oblivious to each other's feelings. they were so obvious, yet both of them didn't see it no matter what anyone said or did. 

the drunk makeouts didn't count because they were drunk, right? the lingering touches was just a friend thing, right? the constant teasing from both of their friends was stupid because none of them knew what they were talking about, right?

wrong. so, so wrong. 

samy did in fact end up back at will's house after dinner. the two curled up on the couch with the tv playing a movie, but neither of them were really paying attention because all they could think about was one another and who would finally have enough courage to confess their feelings. 

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WADWSH | Chapter Four - Rivalry

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pairings: 2000s!actor!Steve x fem!Reader, 2000s!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader, love triangle, (based loosely on the movie Win a Date with Tad Hamilton)

summary: things get a little heated as Eddie grapples with his feelings for you and his dislike for Steve

author's note: It was soo not intended for this to take as long as it did to come out 😩 from loss of motivation to jet lag and illness, I have been going through it but I’m feeling better! And so excited for you to read this chapter. As you read it remember that the next chapter will have a poll to decide who wins reader’s heart 🩵🩷

warnings: angst, pining, a wee bit of smut (they keep it in their pants, sorry guys!) 🫣

w/c: 9k

Rain hit the canvas convertible top in soft pats creating a tempo for your low whines. The windows were steamed with your exhales, fogged with every deep sigh. Steve’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hip, fingertips inching under the thin fabric of your shirt. If he moved an inch he’d be touching bare flesh, and you wanted him to move up up up. His lips were molten against yours, pink pout finding passage on your mouth and paying special attention to the plumpness of your lower lip. His tongue would tease you, wet and flat against your own. And you’d tease him back, teeth grazing against his lower lip, pulling it in between the two of yours with a soft suck. 

A game of back and forth, his sweet groans and your soft moans filling the empty air around you. You felt like a teenager in the backseat of his car parked at the edge of Lover’s Lake and away from prying eyes. The only witnesses were the stars in the sky, the crescent moon that offered a soft illumination painting Steve in a white glow. 

You climbed onto his lap, angst filling you with a hum as you hiked your skirt up on either side and settled onto him. His arousal pressed into you, the hard length straining against the fabric of his jeans and he reached out automatically, hands latching onto your hips. Fingers pressing into the fat of your ass. It felt involuntary the way you circled your hips against him and his grip tightened, eyes trained on you. Jaw slack as he watched you. Worshipped you. You took one of his hands, hips still making small circles, and dragged it up your torso until he was cupping your breast. Palm warm through your small white tank top. He nudged his nose against yours, a small smirk on his face from the way your breath hitched when he squeezed a nipple between his two fingers. His breath was warm against your lips as he hovered over your pout, a little teasing. He rubbed soft lines along your jaw with his free hand, tongue darting against your plush lip. Taking his time to savor the taste of you. Your mouth fell open in a sigh and he caught your upper lip, sucking delicately before letting it spring free. Steve stole your breath with a hungry kiss and he swallowed the small whine that escaped you. Your tongues met lazily, kiss deep and needy. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your sides as you continued to grind against him, hips moving more desperately. Chasing the way his bulge felt against your sensitive clit through the cotton of your panties. You got lost in the rhythm that the two of you created, hips swirling. Steve raised his hips to meet yours, grip tight wherever he touched. You were close to coming undone, head tilted back and eyes shut. His name a mantra on your lips.

“Oh, Steve,” you whined, desperate to fall apart.

“Look at me baby,” you opened your eyes and searched his face, loving the way his mouth hung open and low grunts escaped from between his lips. You were so close, apex coming into view and you bit into your lower lip. It felt like your world was growing brighter, the moon no longer a dim glow but shining vivid white. Steve grew stiff beneath you, large hands stilling and he turned his head.

“Shit,” he muttered and pushed you down onto the leather seat. Headlights illuminated the interior, bright white shining directly into the untinted glass, and the two of you giggled where you lay. You covered your face, hot with embarrassment now that you weren’t lost in the bliss of your impending orgasm. Steve hadn’t noticed yet, head tilted up as the lights dimmed and then disappeared completely. He looked down at you, a crooked smile taking over his features as he took you in. Hands still covering your face, head shaking while you tried to rid the embarrassment that clung to you. He leaned onto one elbow to hold his weight and grabbed your wrist gently with his freehand but you didn’t budge. He chuckled at your stubbornness, the way your hands were practically glued to your face.

“Look at me, sweet girl,” he encouraged, voice like velvet as he coaxed you from your hiding place. The nickname still gave you butterflies, an explosion of wings, just like it had the first time he said it on your third date a week ago. He smiled down at you, the warmth of his body radiating into you. His grin wide and amused.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized and shut your eyes sharply. He rubbed a thumb against your temple, small circles into your hairline.

“Why are you apologizing?” His voice was laced with amusement and you shrugged at his question.

“I’m just so embarrassed, I practically mauled you in the backseat of your car,” his laugh grew deeper at your description.

“I wasn’t complaining, was I?” He teased, fingers inching down your side until they hovered over a sensitive spot he’d recently discovered. You tensed under the movement, hands pushing into his chest at the same time his fingers began their assault on your side. Your laugh filled the air as you kicked your legs and moved from side to side in a futile attempt to stop the attack. He slowed his fingers, hands resting on your waist, and leaned closer.

“Don’t be sorry,” he assured and pecked your lips softly.

“But just know there’s no rush, let’s just take it slow,” and you nodded in agreement, swallowing hard against the lump that had formed in your throat. Your dating history was short but you didn’t need any hands to count how many of them had treated you well or least of all been considerate of how you felt. You cupped his chin, thumb resting on his cheek and rubbed it affectionately. Steve turned his face and kissed your wrist. Lips touching where your pulse thrummed.

“Should I get you home?” You pouted slightly, cursing the early morning Eddie had scheduled you for which he had never done before. He knew you were far from a morning person. You nodded reluctantly at Steve and lifted onto your elbows as he pushed away from you, eyes wandering down his torso unashamed. He smiled at you, ducking down for a quick kiss before hopping into the front seat and helping you back into the passenger side.

Since Steve had arrived into town you’d spent nearly all your time with him, late nights at the diner or some out-of-town bar. Kisses in his backseat, outside of your house. Conversations that ranged from ‘would you rather’ to those more intimate. He told you everything, things you wouldn’t have found out in the tabloids or watching E! News. Steve grew up wealthy, that you knew. It wasn’t a secret that his old house was one of the biggest ones in your small town. What you couldn’t imagine, what he shared, was that he spent most of his time alone, birthdays and holidays. Adolescent years spent looking for a distraction and finding it in a script. Steve had told you that he knew that he wanted to be someone important, someone his parents wanted to spend time with. So he pursued acting, moving to Hollywood when he was just fifteen. His parents had only agreed because Los Angeles offered more than Hawkins could in terms of clients and future revenue. Except even as his star grew his parents still seldom came around. He’d tried to act like it didn’t bother him but you could tell that it did. It was in the weak smile he gave and the small shrug of his shoulder. Steve unraveled, baring it all until there was hardly anything you didn’t know about him. And even though you were scared to admit it you knew that were falling in love with him because of it.

A rerun of The Office played in the background, Michael’s tangent about prison and death eaters a low hum. Eddie chuckled halfheartedly, mind elsewhere. He was at war with himself, trying to overcome the anxiety that seemed to bloom whenever he had built up the courage to tell you the truth. It was better to know than to wonder. At least that’s what he tried telling himself but his inner voice was wavering, unconvincing in its conviction. Headlights flooded through the sheer curtains above his TV, ones he got used to seeing late at night. The sound of footsteps, your excited giggle. It made his stomach twist, bile buildup in his throat when he imagined it and he knew he had no right to be jealous. He knew that he should be happy that you were happy but the little green monster sat on his shoulder loud and demanding to be heard.

The loud shrill of his landline cut through his thoughts and he grumbled as he placed his beer on the makeshift coffee table that sat in the middle of his small living room.

“Hello?” He didn’t try to hide his annoyance.

“Can I speak with Eddie Munson?” The man had a gruff voice, throat scratchy as though he had a cold or had smoked since he’d left the womb.

“Depends on who’s asking.”

“I’m Tom Collins, a talent scout for REM records-“

“Look I’ve heard this same spiel and scam, I’m not interested.” Eddie hung up the phone, the slam of the receiver loud in the otherwise quiet trailer. He turned back to grab his beer when the phone rang again. Eddie groaned loudly, head thrown back and he looked at the ceiling as the phone continued to ring. He turned his head and looked at the receiver debating whether to answer. Knowing who it was.

“Yeah?” He held the device impatiently, wanting the guy to cut to the chase.

“I was going to say I’ve heard your demo tape, Ten, and we’re very interested in possibly signing a deal.” There were only a handful of record labels Eddie had sent Corroded Coffin’s demo to, only a handful who would know the name of the tape he sent.

“Who is ‘we’?” He questioned, still skeptical.

“Donovan Rochester and REM Records. I’m sure you’re familiar with Mr. Rochester.” Eddie was very familiar. Donovan was one of the most sought-after managers in the business and only represented the best of the best. Realization dawned on Eddie, his palms suddenly sweaty as he fumbled around letters and past due notices looking for a pen to write down Tom’s information.

“I’ve heard of him before, yeah,” he played casual. Cool. Tom chuckled at Eddie’s faux-blase attitude.

“Well, he wants to meet you and the band, can you guys be in LA by next weekend?” Eddie dropped the pen he’d found and listened as it fumbled to the ground, eyes growing wide as his eyebrows got lost in his bangs. The scout’s words registering. Next week. Seven days and his life might be forever changed. The silence dragged on.

“Did I lose you?”

“N-no, I’m still here. We can get there.” He didn’t know how or with what money but he was adamant they would.

“Great, well I will pass you to my receptionist Candy so we can iron out the details and get you flown out.”

“Flown out?”

“Yeah, she’ll get you squared away with ticket details.” The line switched over, a syrupy sweet voice coming through the receiver that asked the names of his band members and their birthdays. All the details needed for the plane tickets that would get them to Los Angeles in front of the Donovan Rochester. Eddie felt like he was floating on air, caught in a dream, or transported to some other timeline because there was no way this was reality and the only person he wanted to celebrate was with you. He hung up the phone and turned towards the front door, bare feet slapping against aged carpet. A wide grin taking over his entire face. He reached for the handle and then he heard your melodic laugh, the hushed whispers of you and Steve. It washed over him like a tidal wave and his shoulders sagged. In what world did he get the girl?

Eddie paced the length of the front desk, nervous eyes darting to the clock as the minutes ticked away until your shift started. Five agonizing minutes. He wrung his neck, skin slick with sweat. Lanky legs carrying him back and forth, heavy boots creating a line in the carpet. Thoughts racing about what he’d say or if he’d work up the courage to say anything at all.

“You doing okay there, Eds?” Holly’s blue gaze followed him from her spot behind the desk, elbows pushed into the counter and head resting on her palms as she smacked her gum absently. He stopped and turned his head to her, amber eyes rolling at the condescension in her question.

“Just peachy,” he gave her a sardonic grin and Holly chuckled pushing herself up, hands resting on her waist.

“Would this have anything to do with a certain someone dating a particular Hollywood heartthrob?” Her eyebrow quirked as she watched the small spasm of his lips and the way his eyes darted from hers. She blew a bubble with her gum, amused giggle grinding on Eddie’s last nerve.

“They aren’t dating,” he corrected her.

“Pretty sure the several dates they’ve gone on since he’s been here constitutes dating,” she pursed her lips to smother another chuckle, partially enjoying the way Eddie was worked up and crimson was creeping up the length of his pale neck.

“Dates but not dating,” he turned to her fully, hands resting on his hips.

“Semantics,” she rolled her eyes.

“You could just ask her out, Munson. Pining doesn’t suit you,” she shrugged, blond curls bouncing against her shoulders as she did.

“We’re just friends,” he clarified but his words were less believable even to his ears.

“She would say yes, you know,” Holly offered and Eddie’s mind reeled with her words.

“W-what do you mean by that?” He stammered and began fidgeting with his nails, eyes downcast and avoiding hers.

“Just that she-“ the bell above the door rang cutting off her words, Eddie’s neck snapped as he looked behind him. You floated into Family Video, smile wide and eyes glittering. There was an air about you, an exuberant happiness that cast you in a glow that wasn’t lost on your friends.

“Uh, hello?” Holly greeted you as you rounded the desk and punched into work for the day.

“Hi gorgeous,” you turned to her as you slid onto to the counter, legs swinging absently.

“Have a good night?” She questioned and Eddie swallowed harshly looking at you. The way your cheeks darkened and you bit into your lower lip. He couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that settled into him, green and ugly when he thought of you kissing him.

“You could say that,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Care to share the details?” Holly looked up at you, arms folding under her bosom as she watched you attempt to hide your face. Unable to help the smile that painted your features whenever you thought of the night before. Steve’s lips red hot against your own. You touched yours absently, thinking of the electric spark that had jolted you when they met his. Saccharine. Warm.

The blonde eyed you, eyes flicking from yours to Eddie’s. His brown eyes a storm as he bit into his lip and watched you. Guilt flooded through her.

“Or not,” the other girl let out a small laugh, “gonna go shelve some of the returns.” She pointed a thumb towards the cart and the DVDs stacked atop it. You pushed off the counter and put away your belongings, placing your bag next to Holly’s before straightening out your vest. Eddie leaned into the counter, tall frame hovering over you.

“So, have fun?” He questioned and you gave him a confused look. Mouth twisted and eyebrows scrunched.

“Thought you didn’t want to hear anything about Harrington?” You mimicked his usual tone.

“I don’t but I do want to hear about your night,” he clarified and began picking at his cuticles, avoiding your gaze. A nervous habit. You placed your hand over his and shrugged.

“It was a good night,” and he looked at you with a questioning tilt of his head.

“I don’t know, he just makes me feel special? As cheesy as that sounds. I don’t have to pay for the meal or ask for a ride home. Stuff guys usually didn’t take care of,” you patted his hand and eyed him with a curious glance, unsure of his sudden curiosity.

“You never told me that,” Eddie whispered, a little angry that your expectations were so low.

“You have never been one for girl talk,” you used air quotes, pointedly recalling a time he told you and Holly he didn’t want to hear about your dates or any other girly shit.

“But a guy not treating you right is different,” he corrected.

“How?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Because I care about you,” Eddie stated matter-of-factly, “and you deserve more than a paid meal or a ride home. Like the moon and stars or some shit.” He flicked his gaze away from yours, a small admission. Truth partially revealed. Eddie wanted to give you everything under the sun, do anything to make you smile wide and sincere. The grin you only gave when you were genuinely happy, a glow that came from within.

“And who is going to give me that?” You leaned into your elbows and peered up at him, searching for his chocolate browns until they finally met your regard.

“If you’d-“

The bell above the door rang and you popped your head over Eddie’s frame, gaze widening at the figure who hesitantly walked through the door. Steve was beginning to feel a lot like a creep, an over-eager date that had shown up unexpectedly in your town and was now at your job. His nerves showed in the way he pulled at his golden brown locks, usual smirk in a thin line as he looked at you unsure of what to say but you were giddy. Feet bouncing as you waved at him before rounding the corner.

“What are you doing here?” You laughed and pulled him into a hug. His strong arms wrapped around you, warm and comforting. Sandalwood mixed with the musk of his sweat meeting your nose.

“Uh, I kind of had some news I wanted to share and I couldn’t wait until you were off,” you nodded for him to continue. Steve reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded stack of papers. A printed flyer with a picture of a ranch-style house and the details of the property. Your gaze flitted over the paper, heart picking up pace when the words sank in.

“You’re buying a house?” You looked back up at him, studied the lines that formed in his forehead as he worked to get the words out, and kept his gaze fixed on the flyer to avoid yours.

“I bought a farm,” and his mossy eyes met yours. Gaze soft and earnest.

“You bought a farm,” you whispered his words back to him, mind reeling with the revelation but Eddie’s voice was louder. Words mirroring yours and carrying over your voice, incredulity heavy and palpable.

Steve’s gaze flicked to him, cheeks blossoming a shade of red as he realized he had an audience to his revelation. Holly came around the corner, DVDs tumbling from the cart as she stopped abruptly in her tracks at the sight of the guest who’d entered the store. Steve Harrington standing next to a cardboard cutout of himself from his latest western blockbuster. A similar stare-down happening between him and Eddie that paralleled the one in the film sans a rolling tumbleweed or the guns in holsters. Ready hands itching to grab their weapons. The tension was the same, suffocating as the seconds ticked by and no one knew what to say. Words swirled through your brain, cascading against your skull as you tried to form a coherent thought. A sentence that would portray both your shock and building excitement. You knew the property wasn’t for you, couldn’t be. It would be far-fetched to imagine Steve bought a farm after one week and one conversation about baby animals. But part of you wanted the made-for-TV romance. To be swept off your feet, grand gestures and all. Loved the idea of being in love and with Steve. Your heart was hammering, words caught in your throat as you worked them out of your mouth.

“Oh, hi,” Holly broke through the silence. Southern twang a little stronger than usual as her small voice greeted Steve. He looked at her, hand waving slightly as he acknowledged the blonde.

“Hey Holly,” and she was surprised he remembered her name, the shock evident in her giggle as she worked to pick up the DVDs scattered along the floor.

“So a farm, huh?” Eddie wasn’t ready to drop it, questions loaded like ammunition and eyes trained on his target ready to rapid fire.

“Uh, yeah. Not too far from Lover’s Lake,” Steve nodded, shoulders squared as he prepared for the onslaught.

“Didn’t take you for a farmer.”

“Can’t say I’m much of one,” Steve laughed but it only made Eddie’s eyes narrow.

“Going to hire help?”

“Planning to learn how to manage it myself,” Steve fired back.

“All that while being a big Hollywood star?” Eddie mocked.

“Everyone deserves a little break.”

“So you’d just thought you’d slum it in Hawkins for a bit until you land the next big gig?” Eddie knew he was poking, could feel your wide eyes on him as his words landed.

“Wouldn’t say I was slumming it,” Steve countered.

“What would you call it then?” They stared at each other, arms crossed and muscles tensed. You didn’t understand Eddie’s reaction or the flare behind his eyes. Why he hated Steve so much.

“Well, Eddie used to be a farmhand believe it or not. Maybe he could give you a few pointers,” you extended the olive branch, the metalhead’s eyes cutting to you and communicating silently. What the hell?

“Wouldn’t have expected that,” Steve scoffed and rubbed his thumb against the stubble along his chin as he gave the other man a once over.

“Yeah, some of us work believe it or not.” And the brunette wasn’t finished, shoulders tense as they continued their stare down.

“Maybe we can all go over after we get off, see the property and Eddie can show you a few things,” you cut in, Steve’s jaw snapping shut and swallowing down whatever it was that he was going to say.

“Really?” Holly’s excitement cut into the tension and she moved back towards the desk, the cart of returned videos forgotten. Steve nodded at her, a tense smile taking over his features as he looked between the three of you.

“Sure, why not?” He offered the reluctant invitation and you caught his glance, a silent thank you exchanged between your gazes. It was just the two of you again, the rest of the world a bit foggy. In the distance and like it didn’t exist.

“I can’t wait to see it,” you mused, hand reaching back for his.

“Wait until you see the baby cows,” and your smile took over your entire face. The same giddiness you felt when you were a kid.

“See you after work?” You asked to make sure and he nodded, feet backing away towards the entrance.

“I’ll pick you up,” he turned his head up to your friends, “and you guys can follow if you want to meet us at her place.” He waved as he left, a small spring in his step that carried him to the BMW parked near the entrance.

“Why’d you volunteer me to help that dweeb?” Eddie asked with a sneer.

“Think of it as a favor for me, please,” you grabbed onto his shoulders and rocked him slightly. You weren’t above begging. Eddie let you sit in silent worry, seconds passing by as he pretended to contemplate helping Steve as a favor for you. You chewed on your bottom lip, worry creating a crease between your brows as the time faded. Eddie loved your small pout, the way your eyebrows pushed together when you wanted something and you knew just how to get it. How to look at him until he crumbled under your gaze.

“Fine, but you owe me,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a hug. Feet bouncing you in place.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” his arms twined around your waist. Strong and lean. The two of you stood like that for a moment, Eddie not ready to let go until the moment carried on too long and Holly cleared her throat.

Dust and dirt flew behind Steve’s maroon BMW as he drove towards the entrance of his new farm. The air was filled with the scent of wheat from the nearby fields. Sweet and earthy. Like the smell of fresh baked bread in the summer. Your hand was wrapped in Steve’s and rested in your lap, work clothes traded for a soft green summer dress that matched his eyes. Something you hadn’t noticed until you’d opened the door and he took you in. Eyes like saucers as his gaze traced the length of your legs and the meat of your exposed thighs. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles as he drove the car through the iron gates, fences poised around the perimeter of the expansive green lawn. Maple trees lined the long driveway, their sweet scent mingling with the wheat and providing shade for the home. The house stood in the middle of the property, a picturesque single-story home with a white brick exterior and brilliant blue shutters. An old wooden door that had been there as long as the home had stood. Its history etched into it, the space around the door handle worn a little lighter from use. The moment it fully came into view felt special, a buzz in the air that sent tiny jolts to your abdomen. Dosed by The Red Hot Chili Peppers playing low, Steve’s grip growing tighter as he placed the car in park. You heard the engine cut off, the sound of car doors opening and closing behind you. Heavy boots in the dirt, the light scampering of Holly’s wedged heels coming towards you. Giddy, her outward excitement a fraction of everything you were feeling inside.

“Oh my gosh, it’s incredible,” she emphasized every syllable, hands clapping as she looked between you and the house. You climbed out of the car, hands at your sides as you pulled your dress down and took it in. It wasn’t your home but it was everything that you’d dreamt up when you thought of what the word meant to you.

“It is,” you agreed and looked towards Steve. Wide grin visible and was as bright as the sun. The air was quiet, calming. The sound of animals in the distance sending another jolt of excitement through you.

“Should I give you a tour?” Steve asked with a thumb pointed over his shoulder. You nodded eagerly, looking towards Holly who shared your enthusiasm, and Eddie who appeared less than thrilled but still followed behind as Steve led the way towards the front door. 

The wood of the wraparound porch creaked under your weight as the four of you shuffled through the threshold. The interior walls were painted a pewter blue framed by white crown molding. The hardwood floors looked like the original panels, the only thing untouched from the recent renovations. A formal dining room was to the right of the foyer, french doors opened to display the wood beam chandelier and stone fireplace. Steve prattled off details about the home, facts he’d probably heard from the realtor about its history. It was built in the late sixties and renovated the previous year before hitting the market. The wood floors were the originals as were the exposed wood beams in the living room and the intricate tiffany chandelier that hung above you. Steve moved further into the house, voice booming off the bare walls and empty space. You stayed a little further behind, admiring the redbrick tiled backsplash that covered the wall behind the stove. Cabinets a deep green. The home felt cozy, and welcoming, even with its lack of furniture. You couldn’t help but daydream of how you’d fill it, the fresh flowers you’d have on the counter, or the small garden of herbs you’d grow in the window. Christmas tree displayed in front of the bay window, fireplace burning every winter. Butterfly wings began to flutter the more you daydreamed. You followed the low voices of your friends from around the corner and walked through the laundry to a room set further back. It was illuminated in bright oranges and soft yellows, the rays of the sun bouncing off the glass that lined the walls. The floors were a worn terracotta tile set against the same white brick that covered the exterior of the house. The sky was exposed from above, ivy growing over a portion of the surface and adding a green hue to the room. The windows overlooked the rest of the property, a large barn, and several animals. Fields of corn and a throng of tulips. A kaleidoscope of colors, the image something out of a painting. A still from your favorite period romance and it took your breath away.

“What do you think,” Steve asked in a low whisper and stood beside you, hands on his hips while he took it in with you.

“This would be my favorite room in the house,” you commented before you could think of how it could sound and he turned to you. Smile broad, unabashed.

“Yeah?” He nudged you lightly and heat rushed to your cheeks.

“I-I mean if it were mine,” you stammered and winced at how weak your explanation sounded. His hazel gaze bore into yours, glimmering with some kind of mischief. Lips pressed together as he debated whether to tease you or admit that’s what he truly wanted.

“What did you want me to show you?” Eddie interrupted, voice edged with annoyance. Steve looked at him, his smile slowly fading. You rubbed the back of your neck to release the building tension. It wasn’t Steve’s idea to ask for Eddie’s help and now the two of them were stuck together.

“Well, you’re the expert. What do I need to know?” Steve’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on you and your face twisted into confusion at his words, the sharpness of his impatient tongue unfamiliar. Eddie’s smile only grew, sharp canines pointed against his plush lips. Finally, Steve’s perfect exterior had cracked. Little bits of porcelain falling in tiny shards to reveal who he was, who Eddie figured him to be. Eddie looked beyond Steve’s broad shoulders, amber eyes fixated on a tree stump and the axe that was embedded into its flesh. A pile of firewood nearby and fresh logs that needed to be split in two. Eddie tilted his chin towards the scene and looked back at Steve.

“Can Mr. Hollywood handle an axe?” The actor scoffed and crossed his arms. He opened his mouth to respond, eyebrows raised and Eddie gave him a sardonic smile. Challenging him.

“Do you guys just want to whip them out and measure to get it over with?” Holly remarked louder than she intended, her amused snort breaking through the tension. The three of you looked at her, blonde hair highlighted golden in the sun. She could feel eyes on her and turned, a small smile perking up when she realized she was the center of attention.

“Just a suggestion,” she shrugged and turned back towards the window, gaze locked on the rolling clouds.

“How about you show us the barn?” You suggested instead, not eager to watch them keep swinging their dicks around. Steve nodded at you and looked back to Eddie before turning to lead the way to the redwood building that stood out back. It was a slight trek to the barn, cicadas chirped and June bugs jumped in the air. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, the baby blue sky a mix of pastel pink and sherbet orange. You walked slowly, staying a few steps behind until you were walking in step with Eddie behind the other two, and turned to the metalhead, eyebrows knit with a mix of concern and confusion.

“What’s going on?” You questioned in a hushed tone.

“What do you mean?” Eddie looked at you with pursed lips, a turn of his mouth that told you he knew exactly what you meant. You stopped in your tracks and grabbed his wrist, Eddie looked to where the two of you were connected.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“I do like him,” his voice grew quieter towards the end of his sentence, words said unconvincingly.

“You know you can’t lie to me,” you poked his side, a threat of what would come if he continued to fib. Eddie swatted at your hand and rubbed where you had poked.

“Are you seriously falling for this shit?” He waved his hands, palms pointing towards Steve and the open field you were walking across. You looked at him, face twisted in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“(Y/N), he’s an actor. Do you seriously think Steve Harrington is going to settle back in Hawkins, Indiana?”

“I mean, he bought a farm,” you shrugged.

“How do you know that this isn’t all part of some elaborate scheme, that he isn’t committing to a bit? How do you know he’s not acting with you?” Eddie moved closer, brown eyes searching yours. Willing you to listen, to believe him.

“He’s not acting,” you shook your head and turned away from him, eyes focused on Steve’s retreating frame. You never worried that Steve was acting but you did worry that you didn’t fit into his world, that at some point he would get bored or outgrow you. Leave you behind for some starlet leagues prettier and more interesting, someone who had more to offer than a small slice of Midwest America.

“You don’t know that,” Eddie shook his head, “he could be playing the role of Hollywood bad boy trying to turn his life around.” His words struck a chord and fed into the insecurities that had festered beneath the surface.

“It’s not like that, Eddie,” you said more for your benefit than for his.

“But what if it is?” He countered

“Then you get to tell me that you told me so,” you walked away from him, frustration rolling off you in waves. Eddie called your name, still standing where you left him but you kept walking ahead and slowly caught up to Holly and Steve. Harrington looked at you with a warm smile, arm held open to bring you in for an embrace and you settled in. His chest a safe spot for your unsettled mind.

“Ready to hug a furry cow?” You turned to him, eyes now shining with excitement at his revelation.

“No freaking way!” Steve nodded at you with enthusiasm and pointed toward to the herd just ahead of you nestled near the barn. There was a handful of cows, some fully grown and others brand new to the world. All of them covered with fuzzy chestnut fur. They lazed around a tall maple tree, low moos coming from them. You walked a little faster, feet carrying you towards them before turning back and grabbing Steve’s hand so he’d join you. His palm was warm against yours, bigger hand wrapping around your smaller one. The cows mooed louder as you approached, a few of the older ones scattering as you came near but the smaller ones remained.

“The guy said they’re miniatures,” you knelt in front of one, slowly reaching out your hand to stroke its fur so you wouldn’t startle it. The animal was as soft as you’d imagined and the moment it leaned into your touch you melted.

“Do you think she’d fit into my trailer?” You looked up at Steve curiously, his face painted with amusement as he watched you.

“Where would you even put her?”

“She can have my room, I don’t need it. That’s what the couch is for,” you nuzzled into the animal’s fur as he laughed at you. Eddie watched from a distance, a little envious that he wasn’t the reason you were happy. That he didn’t have the same ability to give you what you wanted as Steve did and he hoped that whatever Rochester had to say would allow him to. That you would give him the chance to.

“Why don’t we make this a little bit of a challenge?” You and Holly groaned at Steve’s words, and he raised his hand to call for a pause. A moment to consider his words and he rested his hands on his hips.

“Eddie has graciously offered to show me how to chop some firewood, I’m only proposing that whoever chops the least has to buy drinks at The Hideout. A little makeup game for the last one I ruined.” You exchanged a glance with Eddie noticing the fire in his eyes. You knew the way he loved a challenge or when people doubted him. Steve was just as haughty, posture perfect and shoulders squared as he looked to his opponent.

“Do we have a deal?” He held out a hand, golden palm raised towards Eddie ready to shake on it. Eddie’s calloused hand slipped into his, giving one stern shake before releasing the other man.

“Are we setting a timer or?” You asked rolling your eyes with a disbelieving smile.

“Set it for five minutes, babe?” Steve looked at you as he removed his shirt, tanned flesh on display. Ripped abs and a chiseled chest. Holly inhaled sharply, blue eyes wide as she looked at Steve and you were too preoccupied to be jealous. Ogling him just as openly as she had for it to even register that he’d called you babe but Eddie had heard and it lit a new fire within him. The jealousy reared its ugly head creating an anger that vibrated throughout his body. He pulled his black t-shirt off and tossed it to the side, his pale skin catching your attention. You looked at him, the sleek lines of his abdomen and the ink of his tattoos. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times but you could feel your cheeks darkening at the sight of him. It was hard to know where to look, eyes darting between Steve’s muscular frame and Eddie’s toned arms. The actor was larger than the metalhead, biceps round and protruding but Eddie was still built from years of manual labor. The shadow of muscle moving under the sunlight noticeable when he lifted the axe.

“I’m ready when you are,” Munson’s voice was deep as he looked to Harrington.

“Just tell us when,” Steve reminded you. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and flipped it open to the timer setting it for five minutes.

“Whenever you two dorks are ready.”

They began immediately, each grabbing logs and chopping them in two. You’d never found sports or other forms of athletic showmanship appealing but you were stunned into silence as you watched them. The way their biceps moved under their stretched skin as they lifted and brought the axe back down. The way their back muscles flexed, highlighted by the fading sun. The way sweat began to bead and slide down their chest, creating a sheen on their abdomens. You and Holly watched with mouths agape, eyebrows raised and heads slightly tilted. Minutes passing by rapidly without notice. The alarm sounded in your hand startling the two of you and breaking your reverie.

“T-that’s time,” you stammered and turned off the ringer to your phone silencing the alarm. Eddie and Steve tossed their axes to the side, chests heaving from the exertion. Sweat still dripping down their torsos. You turned your attention to the piles of wood, each of them equal in size, and hard to discern who had won.

“Guess you didn’t need a lesson,” Eddie looked toward Steve, eyebrows a straight line of annoyance.

“Ever seen that Paul Bunyan movie I did?” Eddie looked at you and Holly with a roll of his eyes.

“If you’ve been in it, I’ve been forced to watch it,” Eddie stated before turning his attention back towards the actor.

“Starring as a folk-hero lumberjack requires some training.” Steve pantomimed chopping wood and Eddie huffed a laugh. He should’ve known that Steve would be good at just about everything.

“Guess I can’t say you’re a bad actor anymore, had me fooled,” Munson turned to you with a raise of his eyebrows and grabbed his opposite arm pulling it across his chest to stretch it out. You caught his double meaning, the way he was still adamant that all of this was for show. Another act of Steve’s. You gave him a mocking smile and a roll of your eyes.

“Should we count the logs?” You jumped up from the tree stump where you sat. Steve and Eddie pulled their shirts back on while you and Holly moved towards the wood. The piles were much larger than each of you thought and the two of you shuffled through your opposing piles. Holly rose first with you seconds behind her.

“Forty-four,” the blonde dusted her hands off and looked at you.

“Forty-six,” you remarked before turning your heads towards the two men. “Looks like Eddie owes us a round of drinks.”

“Finally!” Holly whooped, “I think you should get us two rounds since you were on your way to losing last time.” She teased him and Eddie returned with a mocking face.

“You’re only getting one,” he lifted his finger to emphasize his answer.

“What if I finished playing you in darts for the second round?” You stepped next to him and poked at his side rapidly hitting all those secret spots. Eddie jolted at the sudden contact grabbing at your hands as you tried to continue your attack.

“Stop, you brat,” his lips twitched into a smile and he tried to restrain you, hands locking gently around your wrists despite your sudden show of strength. Your hands wiggled against his, still attempting to get at his side and continue your assault on his abdomen.

“Or I could get us a second round,” Steve offered with a tight smile. Eddie’s laugh quieted along with yours, eyes shifting to Steve who looked at you with a raised brow. You slowly removed your hands from Munson’s grasp, wide smile falling into a smaller one. Eddie huffed loudly and set stern eyes on Harrington.

“It’s more fun when he loses and has to pay for it,” you remarked and nudged the brunette with your shoulder.

“Except I’m not going to lose,” he nudged you back. Holly watched from the sidelines, eyes darting from Eddie to Steve noting their similar stances and tension in their shoulders. Nostrils flared, testosterone practically wafting off them in waves. They weren’t trying to hide their rivalry anymore, the budding animosity that was now beginning to bloom fully, and if it weren’t so entertaining she might find it exhausting. The way you seemed to now, lines creased into your forehead. Lips twisted in uncertainty because you still didn’t see it, still didn’t understand how Eddie felt and that this went beyond a protective friend. As much as Holly enjoyed the free entertainment, the sword fighting was getting boring and she needed a drink.

“Can we go? If I wanted to see a cock fight I’d’ve gone down to Harold’s farm,” the blonde’s shoulders sagged, accent thick and colored with a hint of irritation. It broke through the building standoff, the increasing tension. You nodded at her and walked past the two men. They stared each other down, neither making the move to walk behind you and towards the house.

“Are you guys coming or do you plan on spending the rest of the night looking at each other?” You stopped and asked over your shoulder before continuing through the field. 

The sun retreated from the sky, the moon taking its place and casting a glow amongst a glitter of stars. The cicadas were louder, an owl hooting in the distance. All the sounds of the night were on full display as you bounded through the fence and climbed back into Steve Harrington’s car. He settled into the vehicle after you, concerned lines creasing his forehead. The headlights of Eddie’s car shined brightly on the two of you, slowly retreating as he backed away and turned his car to take the stretch of road to the main gate. Steve didn’t move to put the car in reverse, hands resting in his lap as he wrestled internally with the questions that had grown louder as the days had passed. He knew from the moment he saw you and Eddie in the bar that you were close. Could tell from the way you hung over his shoulder, stood close to him without thought, looked at him when you found something especially funny and it didn’t bother him that the two of you were best friends. But he also knew that Eddie didn’t like him, wasn’t fond of the appearance he’d made in your life or the wedge he’d put between the two of you and he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more than friendship that loomed. If this was a romance interrupted and he was the unwelcome third.

“Are you,” he started and swallowed hard, “Is there something going on between you and Eddie?” The question took you by surprise and you jerked your head to look at him noting the solemn expression, the way he bit into his lip as he waited for you to respond. You snorted a laugh and slapped your thigh because it wasn’t the first time you’d been asked that question but you’d always found it funny.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because the guy literally hates me,” Steve’s eyes grew wider, palms turned up and pushed out as if the evidence was right there and he needed you to see it.

“Eddie only cares about maybe three people in his life and I happen to be one of them but it’s never been like that, he sees me as an annoying little sister,” you assured and reached out to take his hand.

“He wanted to fight me!”

“Eddie would try to start a fight at a pacifist,” you interjected.

“And the way he looks at you!”

“Huh?” You were perplexed, hand retreating into your lap as you turned your body to look at him.

“I have never seen anyone look at their sister the way he looks at you,” Steve scoffed.

“The way he looks at me?”

“Like he loves you,” he paused, “more than an adopted sibling or a best friend. He looks at you the way I do.” 

It felt like you suddenly had a fever, heat creeping into your chest and all of your limbs. Body humming as you replayed his words but they wouldn’t sink in. You’d gone your whole life being loved by a handful of people but never romanticly. Never in love and at some point you began to feel like an exception to the soulmate rule, the idea that everyone had a partner or an equal half. You could feel Steve’s gaze on your profile, waiting for you to ask what he meant but you were scared because you knew that this would change everything, knew that it would make you vulnerable to be crushed if he changed his mind. The shrill tone of his cell phone caught you both by surprise causing you to jump in your seat and Steve to swear. He dug the device out of his pocket, inspected the screen, and let out a small groan when he realized who it was.

“Yeah?” He answered and threw his head against the headrest in frustration, a moment interrupted. You could hear the muffled voice of a man on the other line, his words jumbled and sounding like Charlie Brown’s parents. All nonsense that you couldn’t understand. But it was Steve’s sudden movement that caught your attention, the quick lift of his head and legs bobbing with antsy as he rested his arm on the steering wheel.

“Are you fucking serious?” His tone had changed, voice filled with exuberance and head nodding excitedly agreeing with whatever was being said on the phone. You couldn’t help the way your smile grew wide at his display, the excitement he had attaching itself to you.

“Yeah, I’ll be there next week,” and then your face fell. Just a fraction of a second before Steve noticed and could ask if anything was wrong.

“I got the role!” He exclaimed as he snapped his phone close, the device trapped in his tight grip. Steve turned to you, incredulous at the news.

“What role?”

“It’s one I’ve been wanting for a while now. Can’t give too many details but Matthew Fincher was super picky about his lead and he finally gave it to me,” he reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. The news was dawning on you, Eddie’s words replaying in your head. Steve was an actor, had been vying for a role with a director known for only wanting wholesome leads and he had just spent the past month trying to rehabilitate himself. His image.

“I’m so happy for you,” you nodded at him enthusiastically, a forced smile on your lips as you leaned in to hug him. His hands made circles on your back as he held you close, your nerves too ignited to find comfort in the touch. You had questions to ask, and answers you needed to hear but it wasn’t the time to. The fear of ruining the moment, shattering the illusion, stopped you. Made you keep the feelings inside. Steve pulled away slowly and gave you a soft kiss, holding onto your face as he looked into your gaze. Thumbs rubbing circles against your cheekbone.

“Let’s go celebrate,” he pulled away from you, too caught up to notice your silence or the way your lips felt differently pressed against his lips. 

Steve rapped his thumbs against the steering wheel, fingers in sync with the song on the radio and you sat in silence. Attention turned toward the passing fields, watching as they turned into buildings that made up the town center and The Hideout came into view. He pulled his car into a parking spot and rounded the front to open the door for you, still a gentleman or still playing up the charade. Now you didn’t know and the rest of the night you couldn’t help the doubts that cropped up. The ugly feeling that settled into your gut and made a home in your chest. Eddie could tell something was off but couldn’t get you alone to ask. He sat at the bar watching you from a distance, the smile that didn’t meet your eyes and the way you flitted around the room with nervous energy. He rubbed his thumb against his drink drawing lines in the condensation when Holly slid onto the barstool beside him.

“Is the lovesick puppy licking his wounds?” She waved the bartender over before turning back to Eddie waiting for his response.

“What wounds?” He scoffed and took a swig of his drink, the sting of alcohol diluted by the melted ice cubes. Holly tutted and turned her body fully to him.

“Cut the whole ‘I don’t have feelings’ bit, the only one who doesn’t see that you like her is (Y/N).” A moment passed in silence, Holly’s attention still on him.

“Didn’t realize I was that transparent,” he remarked.

“As cellophane,” she turned as the bartender approached and rattled off her order then pointed to Eddie asking for another round of whatever he ordered.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he stated as the bartender turned to make the drinks.

“Look I’m saying this as someone who mildly likes you and wholeheartedly loves (Y/N). She’s lost more than most and no one understands that better than you. No one understands her better than you and I admit that but will never say it out loud again,” Holly paused, “She deserves love but so do you. You’re not as terrible as you give yourself credit for, Munson. Sorry to tell you,” she hopped down from the barstool, reached for her drink, and patted his shoulder before walking away. 

The self-doubt had not dwindled but in a week he might be across the world, might not get the same chance to tell you how he felt. So he drank until he had enough courage, Holly drove him home before taking her car back into town. He’d settled on the couch and passed out against the worn-out fabric until familiar headlights flooded his living room waking him from his nap. He listened to the sound of closing car doors and quiet steps, a short time later the start of an engine followed by fading lights. Eddie counted the minutes, waiting a few before he rolled off the couch and trekked across the yard to your front door. His fist hovered above the door and he swallowed hard before he rapt his knuckles against the wood. He listened as your footsteps approached, your body pressed against the other side of the door before you pulled it open. You looked ready for bed, cute in the pajamas you’d changed into. Hair pushed back with a headband, bare-faced and staring at him wide-eyed.

“Are you okay?” You questioned as you peered up at him and he nodded.

“Can I come in?”

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🐾Branch🐾

I like you

Branch was in his bunker, spring cleaning. Ever since he got his colors back he's been a lot happier. However, they haven't gone back to his true colors. But at least he got some of it back, because of you. Ever since your dance together he couldn't stop thinking about you. In the song he said I. LOVE. YOU! Then why hasn't anything changed? That's because you thought he only meant it in a friend way.

After the Bergen incident you started to develop feelings for Branch. The fact that you colors came back because of him made you realize. Yep you like him.

You were walking to the entrance of his bunker. "Branch!" You shouted. Branch heard you and ran to let you in. He climbed out his bunker. "What are you doing here? I told you I was spring cleaning today." Branch said. You held up a bucket with cleaning stuff. "Can't I help?" You pouted. Branch smiled taking your hand. "Of course."

Before long, you two were cleaning together in a comfortable silence. You two don't have to talk all the time, you just love being in each other presence. That's one of the things Branch loves about you. All the other Trolls talk his ears off, but you respect his boundaries. You're so considerate of him. Giving him space when he needs it, you push him little by little to be more social so he isn't so isolated, you make sure he eats because when he's focused of things he tends to forget about it and you always ask him to show you how to build stuff.

Ever since he found out how much he likes you he's been super nervous around you. He wants to tell you how he feels. He starts off with confessing but then changes it at the last minute. The last time went along. "I really like you....r bread can you bake some?" You started to get suspicious cause they always start off with "I like you" and then he turns it to your.

"Branch can you help me, I can't reach to dust." Branch turned around chuckling. You were on tiptoes on one foot, one leg in the air and at your highest reach trying to dust in the top corner. He walked over and gave you a boost, you sat on his shoulders and go the last cobwebs in the room. "Got them." You stated. Branch was about to set you down but lost his footing. You gripped his head as you started to fall forward (I dunno if any of you have watched Haikyu but I imagine it would look like this. 😂😂)

Branch managed to maneuver your bodies. He did a little turn so you fell on him. All the cleaning supplies were scattered around the room, creating a huge mess. You and Branch were staring into each other's eyes. Branch went bright red. "I'm so sorry!" He was trying to push you off but you weren't having it. He had been beating around the bush for so long. You took him by his jacket and pulled him close. Branch's eyes widened. You had kissed him quickly. "Branch I swear I've been waiting for this for ages. I like you! But you've been beating around the bush for so long!" You exclaimed. Branch look astounded. "Wait I wanted to make the first move!" Branch groaned lying back down. You pursed your lips together and pouted. Branch peaked at you and noticed your face. Yeah that wasn't the reaction she wanted. Branch took you softly by the back of the head sitting up. You expression softened as you looked up at him. Branch pulled you closer and kissed you.

"I like you too."

A/N: okay here's Branch. I fell asleep halfway through writing this last night, so I thought I'd quickly finish it. The gif I've used at the top. So I'm a massive Kpop stan and Red Velvet was one of the groups that got me into kpop. Along with BTS and Twice. The fact we got to see red velvet in it and Branch dancing to Russian Roulette sends me high!!!! Russian roulette is Soo good live!!! I saw them at a kpop festival last year they were so good.

So I'm leaving for my family's soon so that's my last piece of work for the next few days as I'll be spending a lot of time with them. When I'm back I have two requests I'll be working on.

I hope you all have a lovely Christmas!!!

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Please. (Adam Stanheight x reader NSFW)

TW: SMUT!!! Gonna be sub male, dom woman soo. Mommy kink, and creampie

Word count: 2.8k

@blackbunnymayw for your request!

I wake up groggily, and I don't have any idea as to why I woke up. When I look to my side, my alarm clock reads "2:53 AM". It's not even 3 am.

"Ugh. Why am I awake?" I grunt. I had only gone to bed 2 hours ago, as Adam and I had been.... fooling around.

As I become more aware of my surroundings, I feel a very apparent absence in bed. I'm used to Adam being swaddled tight in my arms when I wake up, so it's easy to notice his absence. He's different than alot of men I know: it doesn't offend him for me to take the lead. He seems to enjoy it more, truthfully.

After my eyes adjust to the dark, I notice the bathroom door is closed, but I can see a sliver of light from underneath it. He's in there, probably.

I get up slowly, as the air is frigid compared to the 10 blankets we have stacked on our bed. The heating has been out since last spring, and the landlord finds a way, every time, to avoid fixing it. Dick.

When I stand, I hear sounds from the bathroom. They sound like.. Adam in pain?

I rush to go to the bathroom, but I slowly realize the sounds are not Adam in pain. Oh.

I stand at the door, and after some thought, I grin. I'm gonna embarrass this boy for all he's worth.

I knock on the door loudly. It sounds like he's scrambling to appear presentable. Items sound like they're being knocked over.

"Baby, what are you doing in there?" I call out loudly.

"C-Coming, babe!" He calls out, stuttering. He's out of breath. Good.

He's shuffling to the dear, and the sight is just as good as seeing him full nude. His hair is scruffy, and his face is red as a ruby. His mouth hangs open as he tries to catch his breath. His shirt had long since been discarded, but his boxers are fully askew, and they hang lower than they should. He probably pulled them up in a hurry. His v-line is gorgeous, as the hair on it blends down. The green eyes I love so much are hidden by hooded lids.

"S-Sorry babe. Just had to use the bathroom." He tries to lie. I know that's a lie. I'll forgive him for it.

"Oh, baby. No, you weren't. But you don't have to be embarrassed." I stand up to his ear and whisper huskily.

"B-but I wasn'-" I cut him off before he can lie anymore.

I reach down and grab his cock through his boxers, and his whimper is mouthwatering. His whimper cuts through the silence, and he falls back a little, likely in shock. He catches himself, and his mouth opens wide.

"A-Ah!" He moans. I smirk: he couldn't lie know. I quite literally have my hands on the truth.

"So what were you doing, baby boy? No need to lie." I rub him through his boxers.

"Momma, please.." He hiccups out.

"Please what boy? You need to spell it out for me." I bite his ear, and his breath catches. He's trembling. I still have his cock firmly in my hand.

"I-I woke up, and I needed you so, so bad. I just d-didn't wanna wake you up, momma.." He trails off. I smirk victoriously.

"Boy, all you need to do is wake me up.. I'm always happy to help a pretty boy like yourself." I kiss his jawline.

"C-could you help, momma? Please.. it hurt's so bad.. I-I need it." He begins slightly grinding into my hand. He's so needy: it's pitiful. I lick my lips.

"Hmm... lemme think about it baby." I go to remove my hand from his progressively greedy grinds, but he reaches for my hand and places it back, desperately.

"Please, momma! I need it so bad." He begs. God, he's so pretty when he begs.

"Okay, baby boy.. no need to get antsy! I'll give you everything you need. Dontchu worry, baby. " He moans at the confirmation that I give him. He grabs my shirt and holds me close.

"T-thank you so, so, so much momma. It was so hard without you." He whispers as he tears up.

"Oh, poor baby. I know, i know. No need to cry. Go get on the bed, baby boy." I kiss him on his trembling lips and lick his bottom lip. I turn around and direct him to get on the bed. He follows my order and sits up against the headboard. He grounds himself and takes a few deep breaths.

I waltz over to the bed, and I climb ontop of him. I straddle his hips, and I feel his cock brush up against my increasingly soaked pussy. I moan and halt.

"Come on baby boy. Let's get out of these uncomfortable boxers. I'm sure they're hurting you so bad." I lick down his neck, and I reach under his boxers to begin pulling them off. He hurriedly rips them off, and I get a view of his cock.

It's delightfully engorged, and his pretty tip leaks from the stimulation. It's so red, and the vein on the side is prominent. His smooth balls are drawn up, presumably from his play time earlier. I must have come in right before he came. His length never intimidated me, but his girth always left me gasping for breath. I sometimes struggle to wrap my hand around it.

I wrap myself on the side of him, and I grab his cock once again. He breathes out.

"You don't cum until I saw so, be a good boy for me." I demand. He nods and closes his eyes.

I reach up to his face, and I place my two fingers at his lips.

"Open." I order, and he listens. He opens his pretty, plump lips and wets my fingers like a good boy. I keep them in there for a few seconds longer and push them back further than I should have. He gags, but after he moans and grips onto my night shirt tight. Removing my fingers from his mouth, I reach back down, and finally, I begin stroking his pretty cock. He moans from the first real touch of the night, and I grin.

As I rub his cock, I reach my head down and bite his little nipples. It was a soft bite, but enough for him to feel it. I lave my tongue over the pebble, and he gasps. I continue to flick my wrist over his cock, but I stop and rub the slit in the top. It's wet from pre-cum, and I massage it into the skin. He whines and bucks his hips.

"m-momma, yo-I feel so good. Y-you're so good to me," He cries out as I remove myself from the side from him and hover over his hips. I continue caressing his cock.

"You better not cum, boy. You want to be momma's good boy, right? Right boy?" I question him, but I know he can't hold himself back.

"Yes m-m-momma! Please keep going.." He pleads with me.

I smile maliciously, and I bring my hips down to fit my lips snug with his cock.

"Well? Go ahead boy. You have to get yourself off. Go on." I demand. He looks taken aback, but he slowly begins to move his hips. His cock isn't inside me, but the friction from his bulbous tip rubbing against my clothed clit sends waves through. His grinding starts shaky, and his moans radiate through our small, dingy apartment. His hips stutter, but he grabs my arms and pulls me down. He holds me onto his chest, as he thrusts his bare and leaking cock into my pelvis. I look down at his face, and it is a beautiful site. His lids are hooded, and his lips are open in an O, releasing his moans and whimpers.

I look down at his pretty lips and lean down to kiss him. I slot my lips against his, and he moans into my mouth at the contact. His tongue tangles with mine, and his spit tastes like toothpaste and his cigarettes. Odd mixture, but it's so uniquely him that I can't get enough of the taste. I moan into his mouth, as his cock manages to hit my clit continuously. His hips falter, and he begins to cry out.

"Momma- I-I need to cum. Please, please, please let me cum. I need it. I need to cum so bad for you. I'll do anything!" He begs with his heart. Poor boy.

"Oh, baby boy. You can wait a little while longer. You will. I won't reward bad behavior." I grin as his pitiful eyes peer into mine.

"Wh-What do I have to do momma? I'll do anything!" He cries out, while slowing down his thrusts, so he doesn't disobey me. Good boy.

I halt his thrusts with a hand to the hip. He looks up, and his eyebrows raise in a silent beg. I move to remove my clothes. My shirt goes first, and while I take that off, I see his puppy eyes looking up at my tits. He reaches for them, but before he could grab one, I grab his hand.

"Patience, boy." I snap. I wasn't really mad. But I have to be a good momma and establish rules.

His sad eyes revere me from below. He's really such a good boy for me. I remove my shorts and the cold air hits the wetness covering my pussy. I shiver, but I go to hover over his face. His eyes widen, in excitement. His arms go to wrap themselves around my legs, and I don't say anything. His excitement is endearing.

"You know what to do. Be a good boy..." I wink down at him and sit down, not placing my full weight.

But before I realize what happened, he pulls me all the way down, to where my full weight was on his gorgeous face. I moan as his nose brushes my red, puffy clit. His tongue licks all around my hole, but not quite there yet. He licks my clit and gently puts my clit in between his teeth. I groan and grind on his face. He whimpers and moves his tongue from my clit to my hole. As he licks around my hole, his hand comes up to grab my tit. His fingers play with my nipple, and he pinches lightly. I grab the headboard, as the mix between pleasures becomes overwhelming. He holds firm onto my tit and continues his assault on my pussy.

"Y-you're such a good boy. I l-love you so much, my good boy. Mine." I whisper. When he hears me, his hips thrust into nothing and he groans into my cunt. The vibrations from his groan send bolts of electricity through my clit. I whimper, and he licks his tongue more vicariously over my clit. I begin to buckle on his face, as I feel the familiar feeling of euphoria wash over my pussy and my limbs.

"O-oh, good boy. You're mine. You're always gonna be mine: I'm always yours. Yeah, just like that... I-I'm gonna cum!" I cry out. These words send him into overdrive, and his eyes shoot open as he makes eye contact with me. He removes his hand from its comfortable place on my tit and places it on my clit. He begins to massage my clit fast, as his tongue continues his ministrations on my hole. I break eye contact with him, and I slump as his fingers on my clit send me into a full body orgasm. I grab onto the cheap headboard and wail out a "I love you" to my good boy. I remove one hand from the headboard and grip his hair as he continues his work on my oversensitive cunt. I look down at him and notice his half-lidded eyes. His green eyes are so fucking beautiful. The last spasm makes its way through my limp body, and I sigh in relief. He just sent me into the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.

I remove my cunt from his face and look at him. His eyes are dazy and his entire lower face is covered in my slick. He did such a good job. I'm going to reward him so good.

"Baby, that was... you did so good. You're so good to me. My good boy." I kiss him and he smiles dopely into the kiss.

"I'm your good boy," he breathes out.

"Yes, baby boy. So good." I confirm. I go to give him his reward. He was so good.

I slot my hole over his dripping, aching cock. I rub myself over it. I shake from the stimulation, but this is about him.

"Mommy, please! It hurts so bad. I was so good." His big eyes look up at me, and I smile at him.

"Yes, baby. You were. Let momma take care of you." I soothe him and lower myself down slowly. His breath catches in his throat, and he cries out.

"Good boy, good boy. Make yourself cum in my pussy." His eyes widen at my order, as I never let him cum in my pussy. Tonight was special.

"Y-yes momma! Thank you so, so much." He babbles out, as his hips push up into my cunt. He isn't going to last long, but that's okay.

"C'mon boy. Use your momma's pussy." I egg him on, and his thrusts get even more sloppy. There is no rhythm behind them, as he chases release. His balls draw up tightly.

"I-I love you momma! Can I come? Please?" He waits for permission. He really is the best boy.

"Of course, baby. Cum for me. Love you so much," I moan into his ear and begin to bring my hips up and down with his sloppy thrusts.

At that, he sobs out a "Love you, Momma," and firmly slots his hips into my cunt. I swivel my hips around, as he comes. He shakes and shakes, and as I swivel my hips around his. I rub his nipples, and I reach down to caress his face to comfort him through his powerful orgasm.

"A-Ahh! M-mommy! 'S too muc-" He pleads, but I swivel my hips harder to bring him to completion. His wails sound like music to my ears, as his hands grip the sheets. He begins to release the sheets, as I slow my hips.

"T-thank you so much." He says, and I smile. I caress my hand under his jaw, and I kiss his strong nose.

"You were such a good boy. The best boy." I look down at him endearingly.

As he finishes completely, I slowly remove my cunt from his cock, and he whimpers pitifully from the overstimulation. I feel the cum dripping from my hole onto the sheets, but I don't care right now.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?" I begin to clean up.

"No.. Just a rag," He asks embarrassed, as he realizes how much of our combined cum got on him. I grin and go to grab the rag and some fresh clothes. I grab our dirty clothes on the way.

As I begin to walk to the bathroom, I feel a hand grab mine, and I look back to see him teary-eyed.

"D-Don't leave me alone-" He begs. Sometimes, he gets like this. After the trap, he had a hard time being alone at all. He would cling to my clothes any time I had to go somewhere in the apartment. It would be endearing, or maybe annoying, had it not been for the reasoning. The poor boy had been left to die- so I understand. I won't ever let him feel like that again. He's better, but he still has a way to go.

"Okay, baby. We can clean up in the morning... Don't you worry." I grip his hand in reassurance. I place the dirty clothes on the floor and climb under the covers with him. I direct him to turn on his side, and I firmly place my cold body on his back. He always was the little spoon. He snuggles into me, as I hear his breathing even out. He isn't in panic mode any more. Good.

"I won't ever leave you, sweet thing. I love you," I lean over his ear, and I whisper.

"You're mine." I grip his hand, and I use the free hand to turn his head slightly. I place my lips onto his raw ones, and I pull back. I kiss up and down his lean neck, and he giggles.

"I love you," He whispers, as he closes his eyes.

"I love you too, Adam. More than you know." I breathe out.

I look at the alarm clock. Its 4:01. I have work in 5 hours. I'll call out. Adam is more important.

[swmmi-kti]

Run (part 3)

DNI/BYF

Pairing: Kyojuro x fem Slayer Reader

Part one: Here Part Two: Here

It was peaceful. All you could see was the lush scenery in front of you. The sky smelled sweet with the scent of spring coming to you. The grass was soft and flowing around your layed form. The clouds looked extra fluffy too. 

By all means this place was beautiful and if you listen close to silence, you can hear the gentle song of birds and bells. 

You don’t remember how you got here. You don't remember waking up here. Just one moment here you were. Enjoying the view.  The sky is just the perfect shade of blue. 

Decided to sit up, finally you look ahead at the meadow that was right there. Far and vastly and it felt like you were really alone. 

At peace. 

“You know you must return right?” 

You didn’t look, you didn’t need to. You knew deep in your gut that this wasn’t real. This moment you had was some sick way of healing. But for now you wanted to enjoy the moment. You wanted to enjoy him. Wanted to hear him. Feel him. 

“I know I must. But i don't want to let you go” 

“But you love him. Its not letting me go, its you finding happiness” 

You mulled over the words. Not even wanting to look. You couldn’t, The last time you looked he was being eaten. 

“I wish we got to get married, I wish our future hadn’t been changed, I wish I could remember what you looked like. Sometimes i wish i didn’t fall in love” 

“Why?” 

“We had planned our wedding, i was really looking to it yes. But i had wanted to meet most your family. I was going to wear your name proudly. I dreamt often of having kids. I dreamt of a future where you were not far from our reach. Where our child could sleep soundly between us and we could fawn over them. I dreamt  you being able to see us and reach out if we needed something. That was my dream” 

You sighed looking at your hands. You never wanted to look because you could see the calluses on your hand. The scars that littered your arms. The battle wounds from the past. 

“This isn’t real… But i want it to be real” 

You felt the wind pick up and the sky get darker. Turning around to look at the figure of your fiance. His face is a void of pure energy. How you wished you could remember him. The sudden thundering flash of lightning struck you and you stood up at your feet. Your eyes are never moving from him. 

Suddenly you were wearing your corps uniform instead of the wedding kimono you had chosen years ago. Your blade placed nicely at your hip and your cloud colored haori blowing hard with the wind. 

The chimes of the bells and the birds no longer sung. And with all this happening he never stood up. Sitting nicely on the now wet grass as he watches you. 

You wanted to cry. Wanted to say how sorry you were for having to leave. For forgetting how he looked. 

“Are you leaving?” 

“I have to don’t i?” 

Silence rang again before another thundering sound came by.  And as the wind picked up and carried him away you stood in front of yourself.  Your reflection looking back at you. All dolled up for your wedding. The wedding that maybe in another life would have been yours too. 

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“Kyojuro, You must rest, I promise you We will tell you when she wakes up.” Shinobu tried to reason. Her colleague was running on fumes the last few months. Only leaving to sleep and go on a mission before returning in a flash. 

“I cant. Shinobu she was sent to kill upper moon three! She got injured because i was too much of an idiot to head her warning and leave” 

“I know but she is safe! You did a wonderful job bringing her as quickly as she did. Im afraid she will have to retire after but it will be up to her '' Shinobu spoke. It was horrifying seeing Kyojuro push your body on the bed. Only for later a kakushi to run in with your severed arm. 

You were alive by some miracle. If Kyojuro was so hung up on surviving perhaps she could have seen you blossom into becoming a fellow colleague with them all.

You had potential. And aside being soo close it seemed that you made a massive impression on the flame hashira. But she highly doubt you would continue with a missing limb. 

“Shinobu. If she wakes up” 

“She will!” 

“If she wakes up. I'd like to retire with her.” 

Taken aback  she furrowed her brows. “Why? I mean im sure the master has no problem with you retiring but-”

“If she retires, I'd like to retire with her. I want to enjoy the moments with her. I want to be able to live a normal life with her if she allows me too. If she retires i want to be her protection. I want to” 

Shinobu rose her hand signaling him to stop. “I understand” she looked at you. Your now half open eyes staring onto the ceiling. Tears in your eyes and it shocked her knowing that kyojuro didn’t take notice. “I'm surprised you are willing to change for her. I know how many times you’ve rejected marriage proposals. But I suppose anyone is capable of change. I mean look at your father” She chuckled to herself before turning to the door. Nodding at your direction making kyojuro finally look. 

“I'll leave you two alone” 

Kyojuro looked at you. Your eyes blinking away the tears as you turned to him. 

“Is my arm gone?” 

“Y-yes” 

You nodded looking at your side. Kyojuro was fine. He was alive and while now blinded he was alright. 

“I don’t want to retire” You spoke. 

Kyojuro sucked in his breath. Looking at your bandaged shoulder. Your breathing became labored no doubt in pain because you were now awake. 

“But id like for us to work to getting married.” You said with a smile. 

Kyojuro couldn't believe his ears. He couldn’t help but laugh before trying to hug your figure. You are laughing alongside him. And it was the best sound he’s been able to hear. 

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“Welcome to the Rengoku estate!” You spoke as you welcomed Tanjiro at the entrance

“Ah! Y/n- san Is Rengoku-san home?” He asked bowing deeply for running into you. 

You smiled at him. Standing him up and dusting off his Haori. Scratching at some of the seams that needed to be stitched back together. “Here come inside, I'll stitch that up while we wait. Kyojuro is out on his last mission right now” 

After waking up after the incident, the master wished to speak with you. Telling you the great that you had done and that after finding out you had managed to slay those fifty demons he asked you if you would prefer to retire or become their thunder hashira. 

You were amazed. Of course you were, You had been doing this for as long as kyojuro that you never found yourself possibly being a hashira yourself. So you took the job with pride.

Fighting with only one arm proved difficult but you managed without a hitch. Within a few months you had joined Uzui and the boys in defeating upper moon six. It was by mere miracle and the selfless act of those boys you didn’t lose another limb. 

So after, you retired alongside Tengen but not without commenting about how much potential those boys had. You were thankful that everyone had understood why you were only a Hashira for a short amount of time. 

And once you retired. Kyojuro stuck true to his word. He began to court you as an everyday normal man. Though you did have to knock sense into him about retiring with you. Much to Shinobu’s delight. 

It didn’t take long for it to happen. You had loved him far longer than you had previously thought. And the time you guys spend together grows now that you spend it at your own little home. 

Little by little you met his family. You spend more time with your old colleagues and the newer ones. It felt like you had finally written the wrong that was done on you so many years ago. Little by little you began to see a future with him. 

It was maybe three months ago where you had been married to him. Happily welcomed into the family by senjuro and shinjuro. And it had been Two months since you found yourself pregnant. 

“I see, im sorry for bothering you” 

“Don’t fret Tanjiro i dont mind it. Now change into these and ill patch up your haori.” You said offering a plain dining kimono. 

You were a little reluctant on letting Kyojuro retire. But he was adamant about starting a family with you and when you announced that you were to have a kid. He saw it as the perfect time.  

You  prepared four plates, Given that Shinjuro should be back soon and Senjuro is no doubt almost done with laundry. You often find yourself wondering how you got so lucky with the youngest Rengoku. 

It was difficult at first learning the duties that wives would do with only one arm. But now you were as Kyojuro put it ‘incredible’ that the small dining table was set. Taking time to evenly place the perfect amount of food for everyone. 

You knew Kyojuro would prefer you to eat the most given your eating for two. However you learned rather quickly that all the men had enormous appetites. 

“Thank you for having me miss!” Tanjiro spoke finally coming into the room. You smiled. Waving him over as he handed you his uniform that you has asked for. Giving him the same amount of food on his plate. 

“Its no issue Tanjiro-kun! Please enjoy. Im sure its not long before the rest of them join us” You spoke finding your thread and needle and sitting down along side him. “How is your sister? Last i had heard is that she conquered the sun” 

“Nezuko! She’s doing great! And yes! In Fact shes in the butterfly mansion looking and the goldfish miss Shinobu has” 

“Thats good to hear!” You said watching him as he ate away at the umeboshi you had made. Before touching anything else. “Its good to have company. Would you like some tea with that?” 

“Ah no thank you miss” 

“You know you can call me Y/n right? Theres no need for formalities” 

Noticing the young buy blush as he bowed his head a little. 

You continued like this making small talk while you stitched up his uniform. Before long you started to wonder what was taking Senjuro so long. 

“SENJURO! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” you suddenly yelled from the dining table startling Tanjiro in the process. 

“Ane! Are you okay i heard ye- oh” Senjuro lowered the broom that he had raised above him as he looked at the scene. 

“You’re late for dinner, I was just calling for you. What were you doing, that you were so busy?” 

Senjuro chuckled a little, placing the broom by the wall as he came to sit down. “...I may have mixed up the wash a bit. Hi Tanjiro!” 

“Evening Senjuro!” 

You watched the boys eat, finally having finished stitching up the uniform., and slowly after it seemed the other two trickled in. Kyojuro of course being the last one. 

He sat down beside you. For one final time putting away his flame haori as he joined the rest of you. Making talk with his family before talking with Tanjiro. About what it means now that nezuko conquered the sun. 

You listened intently. Your hand rested atop Kyojuro’s hand while he kept it at your growing belly. With any hope that you have you wished nothing but Tanjiro good in his training. 

And you hoped for the betterment of your child that Tanjiro’s will could rid the world of demons.