#they are close :(( she gives him lil shoulder punches :(((

[blusandbirds]

cobra kai really tears me apart because on one hand im like "i think hawk and sam should still hate each other just a little bit. i think they should be shooting nasty little comments at each other while demetri and miguel sigh over their heads. there's no reason for them to be as friendly or supportive as they are in the show."

and then on the other hand,,, look at them :(((

be stie s <3

[wtfsteveharrington]

don’t you want me | boyfriend!steve x reader x eddie

content & context: you and steve are tasked with checking in on eddie while he’s hiding out at reefer rick’s. 

mentions of drugs & all parties smoke, virgin!eddie, eddie gets caught masturbating by reader and steve, oral (all receiving and giving), steve accidentally initiates oral with eddie (makes sense i promise), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, steve!breeding kink, cum play, cum swapping. everyone’s a lil fruity! reader is kinda just passed around!! **emphasizing that there are sexual interactions between steve and eddie!**

she/her pronouns used for reader!

author’s note: ... i can't believe this is finally getting posted but here we are! its been ages in the making and i'm so glad to finally have it out there. if i missed something during editing pls let me know! <3

word count: 8.4k - i added plot to this one!

If you thought Steve complained about being the babysitter, you should hear the way he complains about being Eddie’s caretaker. 

In all honesty, he still wasn’t quite sure that Eddie was completely innocent in all this mess. Was he a killer? Probably not. That doesn’t mean he wants to hang around the guy, let alone have you hang around him. 

He’s protective, that’s all. 

The grocery sacks hit the floor of the kitchen while Steve shoves the case of beer into an empty spot on the counter. He’s pensively looking around the house, a grimace on his features as he takes in your... Questionable surroundings. Empty cans of food, question sticky spots on the floor, a disgusting bong on the table sat next to McDonalds wrappers. 

“Now how the hell did Munson get his hands on a Big Mac but we’re still stuck doing supply drops?” Steve’s scoffing to himself, finally looking around the room to realize - “Wait a minute. Where the hell is he?”

It’s instinct. Within seconds of acknowledging that there might be a problem here, you’re back to back with Steve while the two of you scan the room. Looking for any signs of life or, well, death. You both hone in on a sound coming from behind the door at the end of the hallway. Exchanging a quick glance before he’s looking for a weapon - Grabbing a hold of the bong to use as a weapon. You however? Decide to settle for one of the knifes on the table which Steve thinks makes much more sense but he’s already committed to this damn bong now. 

The door’s barely cracked open and as the two of you get closer you can begin to hear Heaven’s On Fire by KISS playing faintly on the radio. Considering how tense Eddie’s been lately, you’re surprised he’s being this... Sloppy? 

you drive me crazy when you start to tease

You’re peeking over Steve’s shoulder, hand instantly coming to clamp over your mouth at the sight in front of you two.

you could bring the devil to his knees

Eddie Munson’s laying back on the bed, boots planted firmly on the ground, his jeans and briefs shimmied just far enough down his thighs to free his length. He’s hard, untouched, and you’re salivating at the sight. You and Steve stand there for a second longer than you should, both of you shocked at the sight. It’s not until Eddie wraps his fist around himself, lifting his hips off the bed at his own touch and letting out a quiet moan that Steve finally breaks -

“Holy shit.”

No one knows who reacts first but within seconds Eddie’s trying to cover himself up at the same time you’re reaching past Steve to pull the bedroom door closed. You’re trying to process what you just saw, mind only able to hyper focus on the fact that he looked... No, stop. You can’t let your mind wonder like this.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t you people knock!” Eddie shrieks on the other side. 

You look over at your flabbergasted boyfriend who’s punching the air and cursing Dustin Henderson for getting involved with this Freak. If you look close enough, you can see the flush to his cheeks. “C’mon, Man. Maybe consider not jacking off while you’re on the run for murder, huh? Especially when you have people running around getting you shitty Pabst and Doritos!”

The door’s being jerked open and Eddie looks so frazzled. A far cry from the man who was just sprawled out in bed touching himself. 

He has a finger pointed in Steve’s face, “A murder I did not commit! So excuse me for trying to blow off some steam while I thought I was alone. If you’re so concerned then I’ll be sure to clear it with you next time, Harrington.” His hair is a crazy mess, shirt haphazardly tucked into his pants, and his belt unbuckled. You can’t help but spare a thought towards how pretty he looks. If Eddie would meet your eye, you’d have to look away considering just how embarrassing your thoughts were getting about him. But, in fact, the boy refuses to glance in your direction.

You turn on your heels, dragging Steve behind you in an attempt to avoid them getting into even more of a fight. Storing the fact that Eddie Munson has a pretty dick away for later. “C’mon, Idiots. I’ll cook dinner if you two can play nice for a few hours. Eddie wash your hands and zip up your fly before you come in here.”

The song continues as you walk down the hallway. Giggling to yourself and sneaking looks over at your still flabbergasted boyfriend. 

feel my heat takin' you higher. 

burn with me, heaven's on fire. 

paint the sky with desire.

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

Eddie watches as you two navigate cleaning up the kitchen in almost perfect sync. His hand on your lower back when he brings the rest of the dishes to you, the way he takes notice of your sleeve falling down your arm and rolls it up for you, then you have the audacity to sing along to Steve’s favorite lyrics as the songs shuffle through on the radio. 

He’s taken to sitting on the couch during clean up, citing his “impending doom” as the reason why he can’t help. Really, Eddie’s not sure how much more of the love birds act he can take before his carefully curated facade finally breaks. It wasn’t that you two were being over the top with the displays of affection, quite the opposite actually. If anything, it was toned down from the normal levels you showed around everyone else. 

It’s just the fact that it’s real that’s driving him crazy. Cursing every day he spent without someone who loved him that deeply.

Once the kitchen is cleaner than it likely has ever been, you and Steve wonder out of the room and finally join Eddie. Steve’s grabbing the packed bowl left on the coffee table along with the lighter, sitting back in the recliner while you perch yourself on the arm of the chair. Trying to balance yourself carefully. You watch as Steve takes a long hit, holding the smoke before holding the bowl towards you. Glancing from him to the slouched figure on the couch, “Can we spend the night with you?” 

Eddie’s shrugging, grumbling out “’Ight with me but there’s not many blankets around this place that ain’t filled with holes.”

Nodding, more towards yourself than him, you lean forward to trap the piece between your lips and Steve brings the lighter up to the bowl. 

You’re coughing. 

Like, way more than normal. 

Steve’s quickly pushing out of the chair, grabbing one of the last wine coolers for you and popping it’s top with ease before bringing it back to you. There’s a reassuring hand rubbing over your back as you work your way through your coughing fit. Cheeks burning hot with embarrassment that one little hit nearly took you out in front of Eddie Munson. 

“S’good shit, Honey. No surprise you can barely take it.” You’re giving Steve an appreciative smile as Eddie teases you, leaning into his touch for a bit of comfort. “Should be this good considering it’s been the talk of Hawkin’s that you’re raising your prices on us, Munson.” 

Eddie’s got his hands up in the air, his bright laughter filling up the room before he’s reaching out for the bowl Steve’s offering. “Hey, a man had to eat, y’know? Now a man’s gotta pay bail... Prices are gonna triple after this.” 

When Steve’s assured you’re not going to pass out, he’s going back to the table and grabbing two cans of out the lukewarm Pabst case. One’s being slid over to Eddie while Steve grabs his keys out of his pocket to begin the base of the can to chug. 

It’s some weird power play you’re pretty sure. Asserting dominance with who can chug the fastest. Eddie’s quick to follow suit, using his pocket knife to carve out his own hole..

Now you just need to figure out why it’s kind of.. Hot?

You watch as Steve and Eddie cheers their punctured cans against one another, both of them giving the other a small nod then they’re throwing their heads back, popping the tab, and chugging the beer out of the can. It’s entertaining, this dumb grin plastered on your face. The weed in your system is probably making this feel like a much more endearing sight than it actually is. They both drop the cans once they finish, an argument ensuing as they try to decide who finished first. 

“I’ve never shotgunned a beer.” 

Suddenly there’s a lot of attention on you. Steve’s confused, Eddie’s entertained. 

“King Steve Harrington’s girlfriend has never chugged a beer? Surprised he hasn’t corrupted you already.” Steve’s hitting his arm, giving the other boy a playful shove before grabbing a can out of the case and tossing it your way. 

“You wanna learn, Honey? I’ll teach you.” Spoken so sweetly. Steve’s voice always laced with this delicate tone reserved just for you.

He’s standing behind you now, chest firm against your back and holding the can properly in your hands. Steve’s digging a hole with his keys into the side of your can, his chin on your shoulder as he concentrates on making it a clean cut. “All you gotta do is tilt your head back, okay? I’ll pop the tab. Don’t feel like you gotta finish it.” 

You nod obediently, freeing one of your fingers from it’s death grip on the can to flip Eddie off. He’s laughing, grabbing the forgotten bowl from the table and getting to work repacking it. Part of you wonders what Rick would think of Eddie using so much of his stash. Then again, it’s not like it’s going to be much use to Rick for the next few years.

The can’s brought up to your mouth, tilting your head back against Steve as he keeps his promise and opens the tab once your lips wrap over the hole. There’s beer dripping from the corner of your mouth, down your chin and neck, and you’re quickly reminded that you hate the taste of beer. Especially cheap beer. But you’re putting on a show so you’re committed to finishing it. 

Steve grabs a hold of your chin as the now empty can clatters to the ground, your lips colliding quickly and he wastes no time licking into your mouth. He tasted like a mixture of weed, more cheap beer, and underlying hints of his spearmint gum. You’re giving an appreciative moan as his hand slips from your chin to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

Now, Eddie knows he should look away. He’s intruding on a personal moment, right? But there’s just something about the way that you and Steve interact that’s so addicting to him. It’s clear you’ve spent hours memorizing one another, learning what makes the other tick. There’s a sad thought that passes through his mind registering that there’s no way he’ll ever get to have a connection that intense. Even before the, you know, murderer from another dimension ruined his life. Eddie was a lot. He liked being a lot. He never found a girl who liked him being a lot and for a long time he was fine with pretending it didn’t bother him.

Then the picture of true love showed up to this damn house hours ago and he’s begun aching to feel even a tenth of that amount of passion.

He’s lighting up the bowl, finally forcing himself to look away while taking another long hit.

Your hands are firm on Steve’s chest, fisting around the soft material of his shirt and gently shoving him back. “Enough. Eddie doesn’t want to just sit around watching you devour me all night” He’s giving you a dopey grin, the hand not on the back of your neck coming up so he can use his thumb to swipe away the saliva shining on your lips.

“Munson gets it. Sometimes you just can’t help yourself, right?”

Steve’s looking over to Eddie for approval but he won’t look at either of you. Exhaling a stream of smoke from his last hit before responding.

“Nah, man. The Freak title excludes any and all sexual connotations. Made out with Elizabeth Hertz last year but that was just because she wanted free weed. Gareth kissed me after a show because he was drunk off adrenaline. Don’t really count him on the list of conquests though.” He’s blaming the high inching it’s way through his body, but for some reason he wanted to make it known that he’ll happily kiss boys too. In fact, Eddie Munson will pretty much kiss anyone who wants to kiss him.

“Huh.”

It comes out so quickly and you can stop yourself, both boys now looking your way. You give a little shrug, leaning into Steve as you respond. “Just surprised, that’s all. You’re pretty, figured someone would have thrown themselves at you by now.”

Eddie’s blushing at your compliment. Honest to God, cheeks turning pink blushing. He’s throwing a wink your way while trying to downplay how much the compliment got to him.

“Wish everyone felt that way, Sweetheart.”

You’re looking up at Steve now who just knows what’s coming next. 

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

The two of you had talked before about including someone else. You both liked girls, that came up pretty quick. Robin asked you to play fuck, marry, kill one night while you sat around at Family Video during your shift. The way you drooled over Faye Dunaway gave you away pretty quickly.

Then, late one night, Steve was a little drunk and half asleep when he asked you what it felt like to kiss a boy. You said it was firmer, that their lips were rougher. But that kissing him made you feel safe and loved, though that wasn’t the norm.

“Kinda wanna kiss a boy the same way you wanna kiss girls. Quickly followed by, “Happy if I spend the rest of my life only kissing you though. Just something I wouldn’t mind happening.”

You just laugh while pulling his sweaty party clothes off of his body, tossing them across the room to deal with tomorrow. 

“You wanna kiss a boy, huh? Well, I’m sure we can make that happen.”

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

“So - Is that like a thing then? Making out with you in exchange for free weed? Because in that case, you’ve been smoking me and Steve out all night. Pretty sure that means we’ve got a great debt to pay.”

Eddie can strike the idea down. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Mere hours ago you weren’t fully sure if Eddie was a killer and you weren’t fully sure that Steve wouldn’t kill Eddie. He’s toying with the rip in his jeans over his knee, looking over the two of you as if he’s trying to decide if this is real or not.

“You and Steve…” He’s dragging out your names, almost as though he were testing out how they taste on his tongue. You and Steve.

You’re looking back to get confirmation from Steve who’s nothing more than entertained. You’re stepping towards Eddie now, slow enough where anyone can stop you yet not surprised neither of them do. He’s not taking his eyes off of you and you can see his breathing pick up as you get closer. Your knees are sinking into the couch beside him, kneeling into the cushions and reaching over to rest your hand on his upper thigh. Giving him a small squeeze and his muscle twitches in response to the touch. 

“Do you wanna kiss me, Eddie? Kiss us?” 

His breathing cuts off completely, and if you weren’t paying such close attention to his face you would have caught the way his hand goes from playing with the rip to actually pinching himself on his thigh. There’s no way this is real. Eddie’s nodding a little too eagerly, his cool guy facade falling apart. You lean forward, the smell of your perfume ever so faint but taking over his brain, to grab his hand. Dragging it up your own chest, along the curve of your breast, bringing his hand around the front of your throat, finally directing him to cup the back of your throat instead. 

“Then kiss me.”

Eddie’s risking a glance over to Steve as he tightens his grip on your neck, half expecting to see the other boy with his fist cocked back, ready to swing and fight for you.

He’s not though. 

Just giving a small shrug of his shoulders, trying to bite down his entertained grin. You always got what you wanted, Steve’s just surprised it’s Eddie you want. He can’t blame you. Maybe it’s the mood set by the two year old Christmas lights that Rick never takes down illuminating the room, the buzz vibrating throughout your bodies, or the way Eddie keeps looking between you with those wide brown eyes... Something about the situation has Steve understanding the way you feel. 

Your hands are on Eddie’s chest now, fisting around the material as you lean in to ghost your lips against his. “Are you gonna make me ask again?” His fingers are twitching on the back of your neck, tightening his grip before finally connecting your lips together. The kiss is timid at first, you can feel the nerves practically rolling off of his body, so you take it upon yourself to take the lead. 

Eddie’s moaning into your mouth when he feels your tongue swipe along his bottom lip. He’s licking over his own lip, savoring the taste of Pabst, weed, and the sickly sweet taste of wine coolers you’d been sipping on all night. Somewhere buried under all that, there’s the taste of just you. His tongue slips between your parted lips, licking into your mouth and giving an appreciative moan once again. You delight in just how vocal he’s being.

The couch’s dipping beside you, Steve settling back into the cushions to get a better view. His hand is low on your back, sliding down to knead at the flesh of your ass as you and Eddie settle into a rhythm. You can tell he’s inexperience and it’s endearing to say the least. 

Your hand cups over the bulge in Eddie’s lap, rubbing along his growing length as he moans into your mouth. “Wanna see you, Baby. Is that okay?” His jaw goes slack, risking a glance over to Steve for approval. He’s just shrugging it off, his own hand coming to palm over his jeans as he mimics your motions on Eddie. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” 

Eddie’s trying to process everything going on and it takes a moment for him to respond. Finally giving an unsteady nod to the room before looking back to you and God you can tell he’s nervous. His hands are on the back of your arms now as he mindlessly rubs up and down them, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment. “Then, uh, yeah. Yeah, that’ll be.... Good.” 

Without much more convincing you get to work undoing his belt buckle. Unlatching the cold metal before giving it a firm tug, Eddie arching his hips up in order to help you remove it from his body. You pitch it under his arm and you feel his body jerk at the sudden sound. If you weren’t careful the mood could go sour quick due to the reminder of why you’re all here in the first place. 

“So no one has ever touched you before? Just me?” Eddie nods enthusiastically as you unbutton his jeans, his breath hitching when he hears the sound of his zipper being pulled down. “Just you, Princess. Kinda scared, fuck, that I’m not gonna last that long if we’re being honest.” You’re giggling at the admission and Eddie’s thanking every star in the galaxy that he took the time to actually shower and change into clean clothes when you guys showed up. 

The room fills with the sounds of both of you moaning when you finally slip your hand into Eddie’s boxers and feel his length against your hand. He’s gripping the back of your arms now, the circuit he’s been running this whole time, as he whimpers and rocks up to your touch. You make quick work of tugging his jeans and boxes down just enough to free him from his clothes. Marveling at the sight of him erect and desperate. 

You wrap your hand around the base, giving him an experiment dry tug. Eddie’s head falls back against the wall as he moans out a string of profanities. His mind has to drift off to focus on anything but your touch or he’s going to finish from just one brush of your hand. You’re proud of yourself, giving him another flick of your wrist before letting him go. You start to push off the couch, standing up and pulling your shirt off of your overheated frame. Making quick work of your bra before tossing the both of them into the corner.

Eddie’s thankful for the break but he’s so hard that it fucking hurts. The sight of you topless in front of them is not helping his cause.

Steve’s eyes are on you as you reach over to him. He’s entertained and you can tell he’s hard in his tight jeans. You hold your hand out under his mouth, “Can you spit in my hand, Baby?” Steve grabs a hold of your wrist and does as he is told. Licking a strip down your fingers before spitting into your hand. He’s giving your wrist a squeeze before pushing your hand back towards Eddie. 

You fall to your knees in between Eddie's legs and go right back to wrapping your wrist around him, lazily dragging your fist around him. Eddie’s clinging to you as you take your time exploring him, smiling down at the boy. “You’re longer than Steve. Not as thick but you’re long. Such a pretty cock, Eddie. Thank you for letting me take care of you tonight.” 

He can barely even get his thoughts together fast enough to respond before you start shuffling off of his lap. Hand still firmly around his length as you settle on your knees between his legs. Eddie finally looks down at you and there could be angel wings coming from your back as far as he's concerned considering what a heavenly sight you make.

"Can I taste you, Eddie?" You're hamming it up for him. Batting your eyelashes and pouting. Something straight out of a porno, all for him.

It's odd - Steve feels almost... Proud? Maybe that's not the best word for describing watching your girlfriend suck someone else's dick but it's the best one he can find. You gorgeous in this lighting, you're being playful, and hell it's practically charity work. Taking this poor guy's virginity as a treat while his world is falling apart. It's admirable, really.

Eddie's frantically nodding while he twitches under your touch. Reaching down to try and shimmy his pants further down his legs so you have a better angle. "Darlin', you can do fucking anything to me. Don't have to ask anymore, okay? I appreciate but whatever you want is fine by me."

You grin up at him and lean closer, sticking your tongue out and keeping eye contact while tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. There's saliva dripping off your tongue and onto him, running down the sides of your length until it meets your fist. You're leaning in to wrap your lips around the head of him. Giving an appreciative hum before sinking down further around him.

Steve's taught you well. He's laid back and let you 'practice' sucking him off for hours at this point. His fingers laced behind his head while you get your throat used to taking him further and further. Sometimes he feels bad taking up all the attention and has you straddle his face to return the favor while you suck him off.

All that training and Eddie gets to reap the rewards.

It's easy for you to build up a stead pace. Tongue swirling his tip and using your hand to jack off his exposed length before you take him back into his mouth. Your other hand comes up to cup the weight his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as you work.

Eddie’s bucking up his length deeper into your throat, causing you to gag around the sudden intrusion. “Gotta chill out, Munson.” He’s storing away the fact that Steve Harrington chastising him makes his cock twitch in your mouth. Something about a pretty boy being firm gets under his skin. 

“Shit, my bad, Sweetheart. Just felt too fucking good.” 

Steve's scooting closer to you both while the old, thrifted and worn couch makes creaking sounds under him. He's taking your hand that isn't currently occupied with Eddie and putting it on the front of his too tight jeans. You give a hum of appreciation at the familiar feeling of your boyfriend under your touch, pulling back from Eddie's cock with a string of spit attached to your lip. You're using the same motion on the both of them while grinning up at Eddie.

"Can you get him out for me? Unless you want me to stop touching you?"

Eddie gasps involuntarily and shakes his head, pumping his cock through your fisted hand. It's slick and obscene and he's twitching in your grasp. He looks between the two of you nervously but when Steve doesn't object he decides to lean forward to move your hand out of the way, shaky fingers touching the metal of his belt. "You guys are-..." He's cutting himself off with a broken laugh as your lips press a kiss to the head of his cock, a reward for doing as he's told, "You're fuckin' insane."

Steve's beaming. He's eating this up.

His hips arch under Eddie's touch and you keep your eyes trained on the boys while lazily jacking off Eddie. Steve helps the two of you and pushes his jeans down his thighs, the head of his cock threatening to slide out of the slit in his briefs. Eddie's watching his face for a moment before hooking his fingers under Steve's boxers and pulling them down.

Steve's cock is thick and hard, dripping at the tip. You whimper at the sight of him, rubbing your thighs together as your clit starts to throb. Steve snatches up your free hand once again, spitting into your palm before bringing your hand to his cock. You wrap your fingers around the base and are back to repeating the same motions on the two boys.

You wrap your lips around Eddie's cock once again, his length sliding down your throat as he fucks into your warm mouth. You notice his fingers still linger on Steve's thigh, he's short circuiting at the combination of the both of you. "You are uh.... Fuck, she wasn't lying." Steve's chest puffs up with pride as the two of you both admire how thick his cock is.

There's a giggle coming out of you that you just can't help though the sound gets muffled by Eddie's cock.

This is crazy.

Eddie whines as you pull off of his cock once again but God are you a vision. Spit dribbling down your chin, eyes wide and dark with lust. You look over and pout at your boyfriend as your wrist starts to slow its pace on both of them. He knows exactly what that look means - You're needy. Rightfully so too.

It takes mere seconds from the moment your attentive boyfriend picks up on your queue for the situation to completely change. He's pushing back against the couch and kicking his jeans fully off before ushering Eddie away from you. Eddie who's almost skittish, desperately wanting to make sure he doesn't overstep and doing as he's told.

He watches as Steve pulls you up from the ground, a hand instantly going to the back of your neck as he pulls you into a feverish kiss. You instantly melt against his chest, a mess of parted lips and breathy moans and whimpers that are going right through him. There's a hand slipping into your pants, Steve's nimble fingers making quick work of cupping over your heat.

Steve moans into your mouth while his cock twitches against your thigh, "Baby, you let yourself get this wet without letting me know?" You pathetically nod, desperately gripping onto Steve's arms as he drags a finger between your folds. "Bet this pussy wants to be fucked so bad, huh?" That finger presses into you now without warning and Steve bucks his hips at the same time you clenched around his digit. "Fuck, can feel how needy you are."

Eddie's going to fucking combust.

Your boyfriend doesn't even look away from you as he pats his hand against your pussy, kissing you once more before just talking into the abyss. "We need a bed."

And that's how you end up down the hallway with Steve pushing you back against this shitty bed, the springs whining under you as you bounce against the thin padding. Eddie can't help but think how much better you deserve but they're working with what they've got for now. Your pants and underwear are being ripped off by Steve and Eddie nearly creams himself at the sight of your bare pussy exposed to them both.

Your feet are planted far apart, legs falling open to give them both a good look. Their gazes are intense and empowering as you reach a hand down to toy with your clit, giving them a dramatic moan as you do. Someone needs to check Eddie's pulse because he's half convinced he died the other night and this is just some weird section of Heaven.

Steve steps over to Eddie, clapping a hand against his shoulder before reaching down to tug his shirt off of his slender frame. "I'll let you go first since you've never fucked before but you better treat her, Muson. I know my girl, I'll know if you don't do a good job, yeah?"

He's stumbling over to you, jaw slack and all he can hear is his heartbeat in his ears as he watches you slide two fingers into yourself. "Jesus Christ...." You do your best to look like every man's dream porno at that moment - Pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, fluttering your eyelashes, whining while you use your free hand to play with one of your nipples. "Need you to fuck me so bad, Eddie."

Eddie’s looking around the room on the hunt for what you can only assume is a condom. Panic playing across his face much to both you and Steve’s entertainment. Your boyfriend’s laughing besides him, “She’s on the pill.” To which you nod eagerly, “Knew from the first time Stevie and I hooked up I had to be.”

The sound of a sharp smack fills the room as Steve playfully spanks his hand against Eddie's ass before moving to stand next to the two of you at the foot of the bed. He's leaning in to press a kiss against your lips, roughly grabbing at the breast you weren't teasing while Eddie moves to kneel on the bed between your legs. "He's gonna take good care of you, Baby."

Your brain is fuzzy. Your body is needy. Something needs to give.

Eddie’s hovering over you now, his hair hanging down and tickling your face. “Here, m’gonna take care of you.” You’re pushing your fingers back through his hair, gathering it up in your fist before sliding the elastic from your wrist and giving him a haphazard ponytail. It’s the best you can do given the circumstances.

Remember how Eddie was afraid he’d never feel affection like he wanted to? That moment threw his fears out the window. You were so gentle with him, so caring. It’s making his heart have this painful flutter and he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to convey to you how much this night means to him.

You’re leaning up, brushing your lips along his which brings Eddie out of his train of thought. “You sure you wanna do this? No pressure, Honey. We can all go to bed and act like none of this happened.” None of this happened? There’s no way he could ever forget tonight. He’s shaking his head, catching your lips in another kiss while lowering his hips so your bodies are flush together. Eddie’s moaning into your mouth at the feeling of your core along his length, instinctively rutting himself against you. You snake your arms around his chest, holding him close to you while he balances himself with one elbow digging into the bed, his other hand reaching down to fist around himself. 

There’s a choked out moan coming from the boy as the head of his cock pushes into you. Eddie has to pause his motions and regroup himself before starting to sink in further. This is a life altering experience for him... He refuses to be nothing more than a virgin who can only last thirty seconds in your mind. 

You arch your hips up to meet him halfway, both of you adjusting to the sensation. Eddie’s staring down at you as though he’d lasso the moon and bring it down to Earth if it would do so much as make you smile... Maybe he needs to remind himself that you’re taken and this is only happening due to the oddest set of circumstances ever experienced. 

Hey, sue him, but maybe he doesn’t remind himself at all. 

Maybe as his hips rock into you, with a motion that isn’t exactly coordinated but it’s still driving you wild, he allows himself to savor the affection you give. The way you’re trying to fight the urge to close your eyes because you don’t want to miss a second of his expression. The way his name falls from your lips. 

Like Steve said earlier, sometimes you just can’t help yourself. 

“How does she feel, Munson?”

“Like fuckin’ heaven.”

Eddie’s rutting himself up into you, trying to decide between just staying buried so deep or using every last breath he has begging you to move with him. His body is short circuiting and he just knows for a fact that this probably isn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had but as far as he’s concerned? Sex has never felt better for anyone in the world than how he feels right now. You’re warm and wet, practically soaking everything that touches where the two of you are connected.

He’s letting out a pathetic little whimper as he fucks into your sloppy pussy and Steve finds himself entertained as he watches Eddie take on the role he normally gets you in. Babbling and begging. Steve’s laughing to himself before coming to stand behind Eddie. He’s holding his hands higher on Eddie’s hips, silently directing the boy on how to fuck you better.

To his credit - Eddie is a quick learner.

He’s capturing your lips in a gentle kiss - you can tell he’s been getting better at kissing over the course of the night. Your arms wrap tight around his neck, slowly beginning to drag your hips a few inches up and almost lazily fucking yourself on Eddie.

Eddie who can’t see straight anymore and isn’t sure his heart has stopped beating.

“Holy shit, holy fuck, holy fucking shit.”

You can tell by his frantic words that he’s getting closer. You’re not sure how much longer he has left in him so you make a show of arching your back into him, grabbing ahold of his hair and his bicep with the other hand. Fluttering yourself around his length before giving a dramatic gasp and letting your ‘orgasm’ wash over you. This part of the night was about letting Eddie use you for his pleasure, you didn’t want him to look back and think you didn’t enjoy yourself.

Steve knows you, knows your body. He knows what you’re up to and will make sure you’re well taken care of.

And it does work. Eddie’s hips start sputtering while he mutters out, “Holy shit that was so hot.” He’s barely got time to fuck another few strokes into you before he’s finishing without warning. Chasing the feeling by rocking himself through his orgasm, finishing deep inside of you. Partly kicking himself in the ass because he doesn’t want this experience to be over already. 

It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, leaning in to kiss you and mutter out praises and thank you’s in between every kiss. In that moment he’s no longer on the run, there’s no longer his life imploding around him. He gets to just be Eddie and there’s not enough words in the English language to convey how much that means to him. Eddie gives you one final kiss before he's whining and pulling out, the cool air against his wet and sensitive cock causing him to hiss. 

You only have but seconds to recover before you feel your boyfriend’s touch.

Steve grabs a hold of your ankles, throwing them both over his shoulders before he leans in for his turn to kiss you. It's sloppy and messy and you haven't had a coherent thought since you laid down on this bed so you can only imagine what kissing you is like but he's not complaining. He pulls back to get a good look at you, giving himself confirmation that you were still doing okay. Fucked out and blissful, he knows you're thriving probably more than you should be but you didn't feel any shame.

He pulls even further back to continue his examination, stopping at the sight of you spread open for him, marveling at the way Eddie’s cum drips out of you. He’s used to seeing his own, used to scooping it up and pushing it back inside of you, but something about seeing you filled up by another man… It’s bringing out a weird, feral part of Steve that he doesn’t quite comprehend.

You're whining and grabbing a hold of his waist as you feel the thick head of Steve's cock press against your sensitive hole, your puffy pussy throbbing even harder than you thought possible. "Getting fucked twice in one night... Just know you're happy, aren't you? Mhm, fuck, this greedy little cunt was made to be wrapped around my cock. Might share it every now and then but you know where you belong, don't you?" Your nails dig into Steve's shoulders and he chuckles as you arch your hips up, desperate to get him inside of you.

"Stevie, please. Need to feel you." And he doesn't make you ask twice. You're gasping and thrashing against the bed as Steve stretches you out. Even after Eddie fucked you it still took a second for you to adjust to how girthy he was. There's a mixture of your wetness and Eddie's cum being pushed out around his cock as he buries himself into you, the sensation driving him wild.

He’s slowly dragging himself back out of you, much to your protest. Taking the head of his cock through the cum that’s leaked out, collecting it on himself before lining up and pushing into you with one firm thrust. The sinful sound of Steve stretching out your wet pussy filling the room. He’s letting you relax under him while those strong arms hold you close to him, body going lax.

“So fucking full. Can’t think straight. Two pretty boys in me… S’good.”

Every word and sound you could make is caught in your throat, effectively rendering you dead silent. You don’t know who noticed your fingers working your clit first but Eddie’s tight grip on your wrist is keeping you from continuing. “Absolutely not.”

Eddie’s watching Steve’s expression for any hint of disgust or disapproval. There’s none. Instead he’s giving Eddie a small nod of encouragement. There’s a shift in the energy in the air.

You feel Eddie shuffle on the bed, his warm breath on your stomach, and all of a sudden you see the lights of Heaven when you feel Eddie’s tongue lapping at your clit while Steve picks up the pace of fucking into you.

Even in your turned on bliss, you’re not missing the fact that Eddie’s tongue is accidentally brushing over Steve’s cock. By the look on Steve’s face, he doesn’t quite mind the extra attention either.

“You’re both such pretty boys. Thank you for taking care of me so fucking good. No one else can treat this pussy like you two.”

Your words make Steve’s hips lose their pace, pulling out a little too far which causes him to slip between your folds and up towards your clit. Towards Eddie’s open mouth. His tongue already out for your clit when suddenly he has the firm weight of Steve fuckin’ Harrington’s cock in his mouth.

And they’re both moaning.

Neither pulling away.

Steve’s pumping himself further into Eddie’s mouth before he truly realizes what he’s doing, his balls tightening up for a second at the new sensation. You want to cry out, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing after being so deliciously filled. But you know better. You don’t want to disrupt the sight.

It’s Steve who jerks his hips back first, pulling out of Eddie’s mouth. “Fuck, bro. Sorry.” But he wasn’t sorry, not really. The only thing Eddie wants him to be sorry about is pulling out of his throat. You’re dripping wet. Like, wet spot in the bed because of your pussy wet. Steve’s losing a bit of that friction feeling and he doesn’t want you to be missing it too. That’s what he tells himself at least.

Tells himself that you need to be cleaned up so this night feels better for you.

Right?

So he’s taking a hold of his cock, fist wrapping around the base. “You uh, -… You wanna clean her up for me, Munson?” An offering to Eddie. He can either go right for your pussy and pretend that Steve wasn’t asking to suck him off.

And you’re not even offended when he picks Steve. Because the sight of Eddie Munson sucking you off of Steve’s dick?

Steve’s moaning as Eddie wraps his lips around his cock. Swirling his tongue around the tip before working on taking more length. Your fingers are back on your pussy and fuck you really did need to be cleaned up. You’ve got two fingers pushed into yourself, and while it doesn’t match how full you just felt, the view makes up for it. 

The sight doesn’t last long, Steve pulling himself out of Eddie’s mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Not gonna last much longer if we keep this up.” And to his credit, Eddie’s pouting. His fingers touching his lips as he remembers the feeling but he’s nodding nonetheless. 

Your nails are digging into Steve’s back, clinging to him as if he were a lifeboat while you're drowning in all these sensations. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes and Steve’s cupping your face to wipe them away while Eddie adjusts himself until the three of you are as comfortable as possible. There’s Eddie’s lips at the back of your shoulder pressing a tender kiss as Steve speaks, “Words. How are you doing? Too much?”

It takes you a moment to collect yourself but you’re finally able to muster up a lopsided smile for him, nodding with your head bumping against Eddie’s. “Good, so good. Thank you for checking on me.” You slide a hand through the hair on the nape of Eddie’s neck, giving him a kiss as Steve pushes back into you.

You only get a few more kisses before Eddie has to pull back - He’s starting to get hard again and it hurts. He decides he has to try even harder to make sure he gets out of this alive just on the off chance you two ever invite him in again. 

Steve takes this as his chance to lean in, pressing his chest flat against yours as he bends you in half. There’s a warm hand cupping your jaw and you wait until he gets closer, your lips finally touching so you’re able to keep your voice low. “Always so good to me, Stevie. Treat me so well… Treat this pussy so good. Love belonging to you.”

He’s groaning into your mouth, savoring every word you give him. “Gonna make my pretty girl cum…. Can feel how bad you need me. Fuck, squeezing me so tight.” Steve starts to pick up the pace and jackhammers himself into you. Relentless, claiming. All you can do is lay there and take your boyfriend. He knows how bad you need to finish, how badly you need him. The coarse pubes at the base of his cock keep brushing against your overstimulated clit and you cry out, arching your back up into him as you start to black out from this level of pleasure. Spots in your vision, no thoughts in your head. Just pure pleasure taking over your body.

There’s not much warning when your orgasm finally hits your body. Your back arching off of the bed and legs starting to shake as it vibrates through every inch of your being. The loud, lewd sounds coming out of you making everyone thankful they’re so far into the woods. Steve’s slowing his pace while he fucks you through the sensation, warm arms wrapping around your body after he drops your legs to let them fall to the side of you two. He’s shushing you, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. “That’s it, Baby. Let go, I’ve got you. Such a good girl for me.” 

Steve's orgasm comes quickly after yours, the spasms of your core milking it out of him. You know he's going to be scratched and bruised tomorrow morning from the way you're desperately clinging to him at the feeling of being so, so full. You wanna offer him the same reassurance but there’s nothing able to come out of you except a mess of ‘Love you. Love you so much’ which makes his heart tug.

He’s pulling back after the two of you have a moment to collect yourselves, looking at you all blissed out and your body fully relaxed after having been used as much as one could probably withstand. Your head is still tilted back against the pillow, his fingers pushing through your hair as it keeps sticking to your damp forehead each time you adjust. It’s kind of endearing how gentle he’s being with you considering how filthy the three of you have been. 

Your whines fill the room as Steve pulls out of you, falling flat against the bed next to you. His fingers tangle together with yours as he still craves your touch. 

Eddie had left the room towards the end of your intercourse - The moment so intimate that he felt as though he was intruding. He’s sneaking back in, giving the sight of you two sprawled out on the bed a fond little smile as he sits down cups of water on the side table. The least he could do was attempt to take care of the both of you the best he could.

He’s stepping over to stand between the two of you, a warm hand cupping your knees to give them a gentle squeeze. That’s when this sneaky little idea comes to Eddie. Your eyes are closed, giving an appreciative hum at the affection felt between Steve’s touch and Eddie rubbing his hand higher along your thighs. 

It’s quiet for a moment as Steve lays on his back next to you. One hand behind his head, the other grabbing you still the only warning you get is a shuffling on the bed before - 

“Holy fuck, Eddie.” 

His head is between your thighs, tongue dragging right between your folds. Your back is arching while your hands come down to lace in his hair. Steve’s slacked jaw, watching as Eddie begins licking you out. His cock is giving a painful twitch, still sensitive but it’s a damn fine sight.

Eddie’s dipping his tongue into you, curling it just right to collect whatever he can get. Your hips are starting to rock up against his face but the sensation is just too much. He takes your choked out whimpers as a sign. Pulling away from you with this practically pornographic pop of his lips as his suction is lost against you. His lips are shiny, eyes trained on Steve. 

You watch as Eddie shuffles forward, reaching out to cup Steve’s chin. The sight above you? It’s addicting. Eddie’s thumb drags across Steve’s lips and he’s quickly letting his jaw fall open under the touch. 

Eddie’s leaning forward and you gasp as he spits into Steve’s mouth. A mixture of you, Eddie, and Steve being shared between the two. Steve’s groaning and your eyes are trained on his neck as you watch him swallow. 

Next there’s Eddie’s warm hand around your throat. His eyes are so playful, so cocky as he looks down at you. You know what’s expected of you and open your mouth before you’re asked. The reward? Eddie’s hand tightening around your throat. You’re reaching out to grab his hip, nails digging into his flesh while he leans over you a bit more to get the angle right. Like he said earlier, he doesn’t want anything going to waste. 

Eddie’s spitting the rest of what he has into your mouth, his hand coming up from your throat so his thumb can come between your lips. You close your mouth around it, Eddie feeling as you swallow what was given to you.“Uh -“ Eddie’s cheeks go this pretty shade of pink and he refuses to look at either of you, “Not to make this all weird and shit, but thank you guys for doing that with me. Never fuckin’ expected to lose my virginity to Steve Harrington and his hot ass girlfriend. But it was good.”

[chenlesfavorite]

“Here, Y/N, let me do your nails.” Giselle says, sitting you down on the floor. “Hey Rina, where are your nail polishes?” Giselle exclaims, turning her head over to Karina who’s eating chips on her bed and watching the Dear Evan Hansen musical on YouTube with Ningning and Winter.

“They’re in the second drawer over there.” Karina points to the chest of drawers next to her vanity desk. Giselle stands up and makes her way over to the chest of drawers, opening the second one.

Giselle takes a few different nail polishes and closes the drawer, carrying them and placing them down in front of you, she sits down on the floor as well. “What color is speaking to you, hmm?” Giselle asks, looking at you with a sly smile.

You take a look at all the polishes, thinking of which one to choose. “I think I want the red... it looks nice.” You reply and Giselle nods her head, taking the red nail polish. “Amazing choice. By the way, I have a question." Giselle says.

She opens the nail polish and gently takes your hand, starting to carefully apply the polish. “How do you feel about Chenle?"

“How I feel about him?” You look at her, pondering for a moment. "I mean, I don't... know? He's just, him, I guess."

“You don't know? Girl, be so serious! We all know you like him.” Winter speaks up, wiping the chip dust off of her fingers. "Yeah, and he keeps talking about you as well, so there's no doubt he likes you back." Giselle adds.

“Enemies by day, lovers by night type shit...” Karina says. Ningning lightly punches her shoulder. “Karina!” Ningning exclaims.

“What? I’m just saying.” Karina responds, putting her hands in the air as if she got caught by the police. “Nah, Lele's too busy with racing and I don’t like him nor does he like me back.” You reply, looking at your fingers on your right hand, admiring how nicely Giselle painted them.

“Lele? Ouuuhhh.. girll...” Giselle has a smirk on her face, imagining god knows what? “Not the nickname for him! Are you 100% sure you don't like him?” Giselle adds on, making her voice higher— she’s super intrigued by your and Chenle’s relationship for some reason.

“I am sure, Gigi!” You say, clicking your tongue. “Even after that night when he canceled his race for you... and...” Her voice trails off and she pauses for a moment. “You know what happened after that...”

“Giselle, come on. That was just a one-time thing that happened and we both mutually agreed that we’ll forget about it and not speak of it.” You reply, sighing.

“I know but come on, I would catch hella feelings after that! Like what do you mean you dropped something so important to you for lil ol’ me?” Giselle says, letting your hand go and closing the red nail polish.

Giselle was sort of right, I mean, you thought about that often but... you didn't think about it that hard because it was his decision to cancel the race but now that Giselle brought it up... he really did that for you. Just because you messed up and accidentally sent a message to him instead of the group chat.

And then that night happened. He let you lay in his arms for the entire night, without even questioning it or trying to get you out of that grasp. And, if he woke up before you did... he would not get up until you got up yourself. However, that didn’t happen as you ended up waking up before him and you ran out of his place.

That has you now thinking; how does Chenle truly feel about you? Does he dislike you the way you dislike him? Or perhaps...

‘No, no, that’s stupid of me to think, he would never.’ You say to yourself in your mind as you sigh, looking at your nails. “Thanks, Gigi. I love ‘em.” You say, giving a smile to Giselle, although her bringing that up affected you, no questions about it.

“Hey, let’s go play FNAF, I’m bored.” Winter suggests.

Well, seems like your feelings about him will be put aside for now.

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NIGHT RIDER : chapter 31 — his true feelings

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! author’s note : … well! he said it guys! he said the L word! not directly to y/n butttttt… yk!! 🙈

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[hobiebrownbrowser]

Date Night

Hobie Brown x FEM!Reader 💜

Summary: Hobie takes you out on a date, A small skating ring tucked away in the crevice of a tall building inside a pub.

It was late at night. The bright lights of the city shining through your window. It was around 11PM. The sound of cars driving past your window as you play some soothing music, Scrolling through your phone to spot something that would clear your everlasting boredom.

You eventually gave up, Letting out a sigh and tossing your phone on the bed. It was a quiet foggy night. Cold air seeping through the crack in your window. You poked your head out, memorized by the stars that lit up the night sky.

You couldn't help but close your eyes, Listening to the music that played from your speaker that was tucked away on your desk, Tapping your finger against the cold window headboard. Not having to deal with any kind of problems tonight.

"Pretty lil thang aren't ya?" You look up a bit startled. A smile soon beaming on your face as a certain punk spider makes his way down towards you. It was Hobie, Hobie Brown that is. The famous punk who happened to also be your boyfriend.

"Only for you Hobs~" Hobie took off his mask, placing his scarred calloused lips on your soft ones, His lip piercing clinging against your teeth. You pulled him closer, a chuckle leaving his throat as he slowly pulled away.

"Seem' like someone's been missin me." You smiled, Opening your window wider for him, Letting the tall 6ft man climb through. You took time staring at his gorgeous eyes. The same smug smirk still plastered on his lips.

You couldn't help but return the look, Placing a peck on his chin. Hobie wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around until you were face to face with a wide opened window.

You looked up at him a bit confused. A cheeky grin on his face as he tells you to get ready for a special night. You wanted to know where he was taking you but he kept quiet, Teasing out a few hints but you were still stomped. You eventually gave up trying to get it out of him, Looking through your closet to see what you had.

You ended up just picking out something random. Hobie putting a thumbs up even if he wasn't looking directly at you. You rolled your eyes, a chuckle coming out after. You got dressed, Hobie making a few quick glances before you'd caught him staring.

"Like what you see baby?" Hobie raised his brow, grabbing your hand and twirling you around so he could get a good look at you. You could hear him agreeing before a gasp left your lips. The palm of his hand making contact with your ass.

"Yea I do actually luv~" You playfully punched him in the arm, getting the rest of your things and letting Hobie take the lead out the window, Taking your hand in his as he waits for you to get a firm grasp onto his vest, Intertwining your legs with his.

"Ready beautiful?" You nodded, a gust of wind hitting your face as he swings above the alarming city. You leaned in on his shoulder, clinging onto him until his feet had hit the ground. You slowly peeked around, A purple neon sign catching your eyes as Hobie leads you down a small stairway tucked in a back alley.

He swings the door open and steps aside, Dozens of people skating with loved-ones. Genuinely having a good time. You gave Hobie a questioning look that was replaced with laughter, Letting him lead you inside and towards a small bar in the corner.

"Ayo, what up young chap!" The bartender greeted Hobie with a handshake. Hobie returning the favor by giving him a high five.

"This my gal I've been talkin' bout. She the sweetest person I've eva met." You shyly wave, the bartender greeting you with a salute before handing Hobie a few drinks he ordered. You take a small sip, your mouth curling as he'd ordered tequila.

"Too strong luv? I can get sum' else for ya." You shook your head, swallowing the tequila like it was nothing. He praised you for your brave actions, Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You couldn't help but feel flustered.

He smirked, placing a finger under your chin and pulling you closer to him. You hummed as you can taste the bourbon on his tongue. Wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible to him. You whined once he pulled away, chugging the rest of his drink down before leading you to the skating course.

Hobie helped you put on your skates, slowly leading you to the ring. He immediately wraps his arms around you, Matching his rhythm was easy, placing your head against his chest as you both let the music tingle your ears.

You could feel the alcohol starting to kick in, Closing your eyes and letting the man you love lead you anywhere. Shivers sent down your spine as he praised you every now and then.

You could feel your body temperature rising, The feeling of his hands touching your body going straight to your arousal. You intertwined your fingers, looking in his eyes. You were practically pleading for him to touch you. His hands wondering towards your hips, caressing them.

He could feel how desperate you were, Your back arching away from his chest as you purposely grind your hips. One of his hands in your back pocket while the other rested on your abdomen.

"You alr' luv?" He whispers softly. Occasionally biting the top of your earlobe to bring you back from euphoria. Your body burning as his hand glides down towards your thighs.

You wanted him, Watching as he squeezed your thigh in his large palm, The clothes blocking him from touching your skin fully. You gasped as he slid his hand across your chest, Teasing the sensitive buds under your shirt.

"Hobie..." You could feel his chest heaving, The song slowly coming to an end. Hobie leading you off the skate ring and towards a door that was tucked behind the bar, The music being cut off once you both were inside, Hobie locking it behind himself.

Moans escaping your lips as he pressed you up against the wall, Showering your neck in kisses. Your lips quivering as he gently pulls on them. You plead out his name again, His hands roaming under your shirt until his palms made contact with your breasts.

Your body trembling under his touch once he pinched your nipples between his fingers. You wrapped your legs around his waist, Feeling his cock twitch underneath you. You clasped your finger on the rim of his belt, wanting him to desperately take them off.

You wanted nothing else but his cock buried inside of you, Shimmering out of your undergarments until they rested on your ankle. A shaky sigh leaving you once he trails his fingers inside your mouth. You cry out as he spreads your folds, Pushing a finger inside of you before adding another.

Incoherent mumbles falling from your lips as he teased your clit with his thumb. You buried your face into his neck, the scent of charred wood and bourbon coming into contact with your nostrils, Your arousal seeping down your thighs.

You whined from loss, Hobie pulling his fingers out and hosting your body up. His cock catching your eyes before he pushed himself inside of you.

You cry out in pleasure, Wrapping your arms around his neck. He whispered how good you were for him, your legs trembling as he devours your body.

Your cried drowning out the muffled music from outside, Every thrust making your body grow weaker. You begged Hobie to go deeper. His chest putting pressure onto yours. Your arousal coating his cock, Your mind in a complete daze, His groans getting louder every second that's passed.

You tightened your grip, Your moans turning into high pitched squeals as you cum all over his cock, so fucked out of it until you were seeing stars. Hobie's orgasm sending you over the edge as you scream out his name.

Hobie gently placed you down, Making sure you don't slip or fall. He kissed your temple, Showering your face in kisses. He waited for you to calm down, Cooing you out of your fucked state before picking you up bridal style and leaving out of the bathroom.

Your sweaty body shivering as the cold air pierces your skin. You slowly come back from your senses, Still a bit cock drunk from what just happened. You watched as Hobie took off your skates, To worked up to say anything.

You both finally looked at each other. Lovable smiles on both of your faces as he takes you home for tonight. Hand in hand as you both decided to walk.

"So how was it?" You looked at him, narrowing your eyes with gleaming eyes. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to reward him with such praise.

"I had fun tonight.." You look away clearly flustered, Hobie placing a kiss on your cheek before hosting you back up towards your apartment room. You bit your lip, not wanting to leave his side just yet.

"Please stay with me Hobie.." All he had to do was say yes, His brow arching slightly before climbing in the window and closing it behind him. He laid down on your soft comforter, Patting his lap for you to come closer.

You happily obliged, Sitting between his legs. His eyes softened once he got a closer look at you, Pulling you closer by your hand until you sat on top of him. You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, His hands caressing your hips as he closed his eyes.

You placed a hand on his chest, Gliding your finger across the scars that were on his stomach, Placing one last kiss on his lips for a good night's sleep before putting on some pajamas and climbing by to his side.

"Goodnight Honeybun~" You placed a kiss on his forehead before following suit. Closing your eyes as you lay down on his bare chest.

Damn I write a lot. Hope y'all enjoyed lol

[elexaria]

brother’s best friend! johnny & simon pt 3

the journey back to manchester was daunting, seeing the same old architecture from your past felt like a punch in the gut. the phone call you make to simon was awkward, it was just to tell him that.. well, you would pop by to see him. didn’t tell him anything else, didnt even mention you left years ago.

after checking into a shitty little hotel with the little money you had, you made your way to the pub simon said he’d be at, and where johnny mactavish would also be. mactavish. it’s been a really long time since you’ve thought about him, and it feels strange to know you’ll get a glimpse of him as a 26 year old man, as opposed to the pimply faced teenager you remember.

“the strongest stuff you have, please.” you say dryly to the bartender, who glances at the clock— it’s barely noon, before looking back at you again. “joking. you got any J20?”

with your little bottle of orange and mango juice and a thin paper straw, you nestle down into a booth, pulling out your phone as you begin your wait. simon did say his train would arrive at around 10am, so where was he? that’s fine, the pub at least has free wifi you can use to mindlessly scroll through. and scroll, and scroll and scroll and scroll until—

“fancy seein’ ye here, wee riley!”

you glance up from your phone, mouth agape as you look dead straight at a grown up, scruffily bearded johnny mactavish. “jesus christ—“ you mumble under your breath, eyebrows furrowing at how.. massive and grown up he is. he grins down at you, still standing. “what? gonnae give me a hug or whit?” he chortles, wiggling his thick unruly eyebrows around you. yep, it’s definitely still the same old mactavish brother you remember.

“ye look different than when we was wee bairns. yer definitely the better lookin’ riley.” johnny grins as he shoots a playful wink at you, taking a big swig of lager to parch his thirst. your eyes flit to the beer foam that sticks to his moustache, which makes you giggle. “you’ve got a lil something on your moustache. you saving it for later?” you tease, motioning to where the foam sits on his face.

“yeah, soap, you savin’ that for later?”

if your head had turned around any faster, you’d have probably broken your fucking neck. simon.

he’s… he’s so different now.

rising from your seat, you glance up at your brother with a nervous gulp. you can tell from the way he glances down at you that his heart is damn near close to bursting when he sees how grown his baby sister is, she’s not the little chubby cheeked scamp he remembers. but he quickly shoves the emotions down, his shoulders squared up as he watches you draw closer to him.

“simon,” you mutter quietly, biting your lip as you awkwardly hug his side. it’s been so long, you almost contemplate whether a hug isnt appropriate. a handshake? awkward fist bump? simon grumbles, patting your back as he reciprocates the hug with the same awkwardness. johnny cringes slightly at how uncomfortable you and simon look.

you find out that johnny is known as sergeant soap, while simon is simply lieutenant ghost. “yer brother’s fuckin’ brilliant on the battlefield, he’s saved my arse more times than i can count.” johnny grins, nudging his shoulder into simon’s, who just simply looks down at his drink with furrowed eyebrows. you nod, chewing the inside of your lip. “why do they call you soap?” you ask, tilting your head at johnny. he howls with laughter, shaking his head at you. “ye don’t want to find out, lass.” he simply says, shooting a teasing wink at you. you shouldn’t be attracted to that, but it does gets your heart pumping a little faster.

“so, lass, what about ye? any’hink goin’ on in the life of wee riley?” johnny hums out, propping his arms up behind him on the booth’s rim, his muscles bulging out from his tshirt sleeves. jesus christ, he’s ripped.

stealing your gaze from his biceps with a flushed cough, you shrug and take a sip of your drink. “i’m studying for my masters up in leeds. i.. haven’t been to manchester since i left.” you finally admit, eyes glancing over to read simon’s face, which is stoney and unperturbed. johnny whistles, grinning as he nods at you. “leeds, eh? northern girlie, are ye?” he teases, nudging simon yet again. “can ye believe it, monsi? wee riley’s all grown up, doin’ her masters n shit. damn.”

you roll your eyes, feeling a rush of blood to your cheeks as you fidget with your drink bottle. “there’s two years between us, johnny. ‘m not as young as you think i am.” you mutter quietly, your gaze flicking up to read his reaction. he’s still grinning, though he nods in agreement. “aye, canny argue with that.”

simon doesn’t speak much the entire time you’re all there, it’s almost like he speaks through johnny at times. “si’s been wafflin’ on and on about today, ye ken. been lookin’ forward to the ol’ riley-mactavish clan finally gettin’ back together.” johnny says, the two of you glancing over at simon who simply grunts, the corners of his lips twitching up into what looks like a hybrid of a grimace and a smile.

but at least johnny doesn’t make it awkward, always going on and on about whatever floated through his mind. he gives you updates on his sisters, practically glowing when he gets the chance to gloat about becoming an uncle. “the wee bairns, they like me. mam reckons i’ll make a good dad one day.” he hums as he shows you a picture on his phone, one where he’s flexing his muscles while holding twin baby boys like the deadliest missiles that cute tactical intelligence could muster up. it’s cute, the way he lights up when talking about his life, even how excited he gets for your achievements in life. simon doesn’t seem to want to get a word in edge ways.

as the catch-up comes to an end, you awkwardly slide out of the booth, rubbing your hands together. “well.. it was nice seeing you both.” you say on bated breath, a look of disappointment flashing across your face momentarily as you glance at simon. johnny pouts as he stands, patting simon on the back with a solid thwack. “we’ll have to do some’hink together, all three of us. like the good ol’ days.” he says, grinning up at simon, who nods. “spose so.” is all simon seems to add to the conversation, looking down at you.

and as you all exit the pub together, johnny giving you one last hug with a content groan, you give them a small smile and a wave goodbye, asking them to just let you know what they decide on doing.

as you lay down in the grotty hotel bed, curled up between thin sheets, you think about this sudden revelation that the two boys from your childhood aren’t cherubic anymore. life isn’t full of giggles and adventures, it’s ruthless and it’s dangerous. and the sight of your big brother, stone faced and silent, it makes you feel guilty. does he resent you for not staying in contact? has it been too long to attempt to reforge your relationship with him?

with a sigh, you reach out to grab your phone from the bedside table, eyes watery as you check the time. 1am.

ping. you receive a text.

it reads, “hey wee riley, it’s johnny m. we’re thinking abt going clubbing sat night. u remember jamies near the maccies? just lmk if ur interested xx nice to see u xx”

looks like you’re gonna have to pick out a dress for saturday night.

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[gh0stw1f3]

Carl w a reader who isn't shy about wearing revealing clothing, especially on hot days, because they're super skilled or whatevr but that usually makes them subject to some of the nastier Alexandria occupants. After a particularly nasty harassing, he defends her, she finds it hot, and then, bam, smut.

Reward (Carl Grimes x Reader - Smut)

WARNING: Not Proof-read, Oral (male receiving), penetration, almost getting caught, violence (non-sexual), sexual harassment/assault

Georgia is hot. VERY hot. It being in the south and all. The heat was unbearable. Before the apocalypse, you lived in the East Coast. You went through winters and hot summers but not as hot as the ones in Georgia. So to help, you wore short shorts and spaghetti strap tank tops.

Rick would tell you to cover up but you were comfortable with your fighting skills. You never let a walker get its mouth anywhere near your skin. He gave up trying to convince you after you survived multiple walker attacks.

You were walking to the front gate, about to go on a run for even more clothes.

“Hey!” you turned your back to see an Alexandria citizen. You didn’t know him well but you always noticed his eyes on you, scanning your legs and various other parts.

“Hey Alex, what’s up?”

“Let me join you on your run… maybe get to know each other,” his eyes looking you up and down.

“No, I can do it myself,” you turned back to the gate and walked. You were pulled back by the man grabbing your hand. He brought you close to him and put a hand on your waist, squeezing it.

“C’mon darling, just a lil date… maybeeee I can show you a good time,” he snaked his hands to your ass, squeezing it against your shorts.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you smacked his hand. Carl had just come out of his house, leaning against the fence. Watching you and the man.

He was pissed when you rejected him. In response to your smack, he pressed you against him. “Don’t fucking give me attitude. Why’d you dress like that if you didn’t want attention?” he whispered, his hand now on your breast.

“Get off her!” Carl grabbed his shoulders, causing Alex to fall back. He hit his head hard on the concrete ground. Carl put his boot on the man’s hand, slowly putting pressure on it. “You ever put your fucking hands on her or ANYONE else, I’ll make sure your out there, walking with the walkers,” he fully squeezed his hand with his shoe. Alex’s legs kicked as he screamed in pain.

“Okay! Okay! I won’t get anywhere near her!” he screamed.

“Don’t even fucking look at her,” he spat.

“Yes! I won’t,” his fingers wiggled under his boot. Carl then lifted his foot up, letting the man stand up. Carl grabbed his head and brought it to his face. You stood there, in shock of Carl’s aggressive behavior but yet… it made you feel safe. The safety you lacked during the apocalypse.

Carl grabbed the mans shirt and punched him across the face, blood coming out of Alex’s nose. As his head plunged back due to the force, Carl grabbed his head and brought it bloodied face to your face. Your eyes full of shock. “Say you’re sorry,” he demanded. “You’re sorry for assaulting her,” you brought your eyes to Carl, his eye full of anger.

The man made full eye-contact with you, his eye forming a bruise. “I-I’m sorry,” he looked down. Carl shook his head.

“For…?”

His eyes focused back on you.“For grabbing your tits and ass. And… assaulting you,” He finished. Carl pushed Alex towards the direction away from you and allowed him to run away. Carl turned around, focusing on you. He grabbed your shoulders.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” he worried. You felt arousal run through you. Having a pretty boy protect you from the hands of of other men.

“I’m fine… thank you Carl,” you thanked as you wrapped your arms around his torso. Carl jumped at your sudden touch. You could hear his heart beat against your ear. The beats intensifying. You brought your chin so it was resting on his chest.

“Here, let me give you a reward,” you cupped his face before taking his hand and leading him back to his house.

“Oh, I don’t need a reward… all I wanted to do was help,” he tried to convince you.

“I think you’ll like this reward,” you opened the door to his house and closed it.

“No one’s home right?” you asked, walking up the stairs and searching for a bedroom. Carl shook his head. “Good.”

You opened the door to a nice bedroom, it clean. “What are we doing in my dad’s room?” Carl wondered before you pushed him against the closed door. You locked it behind it.

“Thanks so much for protecting me, Carl,” you cooed, pressing your boobs against his chest. Carl breathed nervously.

“It was no probl-“ you intertwined your fingers with his and put them against the wall.

“You were so hot out there. Punching and beating him for my honor. And look at your knuckles,” you whispered, holding his hand to his sight. “All bloody and bruised,” you kissed his knuckles as if it were to heal them.

“What…” he gulped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna show you how thankful I am,” you put your hand behind his neck and kissed him passionately. Carl was surprised but not wanting to miss the opportunity to hold you, he kissed you back. He snaked his hands under your tank, going up to squeeze your boob gently.

He separated your lips. “Are you sure? After what that guy did?” He stopped the hand on your boob. You smiled.

“I only want you to touch them,” you cooed. You put your hand on top of his and made him squeeze and massage your boobs. Carl blushed intensely. You let go of his hand and continued to make out with him. He continued the massage, pinching your nipples slightly. You pushed your hips against him and brought your hand to squeeze his bulge, causing him to jump. You chuckled, feeling him grow against your touch. Carl moaned into the kiss as you rubbed. You unzipped his pants and slid them slightly pass his hips, doing the same to his boxers.

You wrapped your hands around his shaft, rubbing up and down and teasing his tip. He put his hand on your waist, causing you to arch your back as he breathed against your lips.

You stopped the kiss and slid down his body, now on your knee in front of his cock. You pecked your lips against his tip and put it in your mouth. You enjoyed the look on his face.

“You like it, don’t you?” you flirted with half-lidded eyes. Carl nodded, his hand on your head. “We can do this every night… as long as you keep protecting me against creepy men,” you kissed his cock. You were now deepthroating him as you put a hair behind your ear. Carl groaned as his cock twitched in your mouth. You glided your tongue under his member. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked.

Carl started to push his cock into you, making your head shake to the movements of his thrusts. His drool landing on the top of your head. He flung himself forward as he pushed your head. His breathy moan accompanied by the hot liquid coming in your mouth.

His cum seeped from your mouth to your chin as he let out the finals moans and slow thrusts. You heard a plop when he removed his cock from your mouth, it shaking from the release. You opened your mouth for Carl to see. His eyes fixated on you as you swallowed it.

He took your hand and helped you stand up. You immediately stuck your tongue in his mouth. He breathed in the cum that was previously in your mouth. You lifted your leg against him. Carl impatiently tugged your shorts and panties down. He grabbed your ass and pulled you up so your legs were wrapped around his hips. The hands on your ass supporting you so you wouldn’t fall. The heat from both of you already had you hot and bothered. You lifted your ass as Carl put his cock slowly in you.

You gripped his shoulders tighter, feeling it hit your deep end. You hugged him close as he kept his cock in your pussy, not moving it.

You bounced slightly on his dick before he turned around so your back was against the wall. Carl began thrusting his cock in you. In and out. At a slow pace.

Carl felt his cock cling against your walls as you left scratches on his shoulders. He pushed faster now into you, your moans brushing against his ear. Carl lifted your ass up and down, using his strength.

You were about to let out a scream before Carl forced his hand over your mouth, causing your moans to be breathy. You tried to be quiet when you heard the sounds of footsteps up the stairs.

“Fuck… It’s my dad,” Carl breathed as his hips still slapped against your pelvis. When Rick tried to open the locked door, Carl tried to slowly and quietly thrust into you. You bit his neck in order to stay quiet.

Your head was next to the door frame as you felt the vibrations of Rick’s knocking. “Carl…?” Carl’s eyes widened as he took in a deep breath. “What are you doing in there?” Rick’s voice muffled from the barrier.

Carl looked at you for help. You tried to get him to stop penetrating you but he couldn’t. He wanted to keep feeling your warmth.

“I’m uuh looking for something!” Carl let out quietly as his thrusts got a little harder. You moaned against his hand.

“Okay, can you get me my huntin’ knife?” Rick leaned on the door as he heard the small slams on the wall. You looked around to try and help Carl find the knife. You turned to your right and there it was. The hunting knife. You grasped it from its handle. Carl was still pounding into you, your hands shaking while you slightly opened the door. You made sure Rick couldn’t see entirely what was happening. You took your hand out and held the knife, waiting for Rick to get it.

Rick stared. Realizing that the hand wasn’t of Carls. He smirked when he noticed the little rings you had around your fingers, letting Rick know EXACTLY who Carl was with. Your fingers and hands were trembling hard now so Rick grabbed the knife before you could drop it.

“Thank you… Y/N,” he snickered before walking down the stairs. Goosebumps stood on your body as Carl pounded deeper into you.

“He… He knows, Carl,” you cupped his face as he breathed against your lips.

“I don’t care… I just want you,” he moaned before bringing you into a passionate kiss. Carl pushed deep inside you, every thrust pushing frames off the walls. You hugged his waist tighter as your legs began to loose balance.

You kissed the side of his neck sloppily. You were thinking about the awkward conversation you were going to have with Rick. But when Carl grabbed you and put your back against the bed that his dad slept on, all you could think of was your orgasm. Carl plunged into you as the bed creaked. Your walls tightened around him as his thrusts were sloppy.

You left scratch marks on his back as you both bucked your hips towards each other. Your breathing calmed down as did Carls. Carl kissed your neck before getting up and sitting on the bed naked. “I’ll make sure no one else touches you,” Carl looked over your restless body. You pulled him down and cuddled against his chest.

“Only you,” you pecked his cheek before wrapping your arms around his torso.

[miniwheat77]

Lime Green. (Soap.)

!CW! NSFW, fluff, flirting, babiessss (sorry if I missed any.)

Lime Green is the mix of apple flavored liquor that sat in your glass, it was sweet, almost too sweet. His eyes have been drawn to you since you came inside the bar. He’s been eyeing you all night. It takes a good buzz for him to finally approach you, needing the liquid courage. You’re sat at the bar with your friends when he comes up to you, and the flirty smile you give him as he comes over tells him everything he needs to know already.

Lime Green is the color of marker you’d written your number on his hand with. He sees it the next morning, waking up with a pounding headache. You weren’t the type of girl to take someone home on the first night but didn’t hesitate to give him your number. He waited until mid day to call you, which caught you off guard. You figured he’d text you. He talked sweet over the phone, convincing you to go on another date with him. This was going to be the first of many dates, but you didn’t know it yet.

Lime Green is the color of your fluffy socks he’d bought you. They’d come in a pack of 5, all different neon colors. They were meant to be a joke but you actually wore them. Not knowing just how much it meant to Johnny. Although, your tone of voice when you called him over had him worrying, rushing to get to you. Only to find you standing in the doorway, tears streaming down your face. Grief too much to handle after having lost someone close to you. Johnny was there by your side for every single second of healing. Picking you up and bringing you up to your bedroom so you could cry it out with him there.

Lime Green is the bright keychain attached to the keys of your new house, the realty company printed in bold white text over the green. The countless hours of moving the both of your houses into one, starting your lives together officially. You’ll never forget the way he picked you up and spun you around in the empty living room. Excitement too much to handle for him. “This is so amazing.” He smiles, looking around. “Yeah, it really is. I can’t believe this is happening.” You laugh.

Lime Green is the color of that dreadful maternity shirt his mum had gotten you to wear for your baby shower, hearing Johnny complaining about how his shirts are always dirty because none of your own clothes fit you. You cried when you put it on. He tried not to laugh, it doesn’t look bad, but you think it does. After the baby shower, you stood in the mirror, picking apart your outfit. “Come here, lass.” He rolls his eyes, sitting at the end of your bed. You waddle your way over to him. “I think you look perfect. You could wear the most awful color out there and still pull it off.” He smiles. You roll your eyes. “You’re so full of shit Johnny.” You sigh. He pulls you in close, running his hands down your pregnant belly. “You look beautiful. I mean I prefer you in nothing, but..” he laughs when you punch his shoulder.

Lime Green is the color of the Halloween Costume your son sprints around in, you’re sweaty and tired. You’ve got a baby on your hip and a little boy that keeps tripping you up, leaving toys all over the house. “Johnny! Come on! We have to take him by your mums house or she’ll be upset.” You yell out to him, he emerges from the stairs, wearing a costume similar to your sons. “Dad!” He yells, slamming right into Johnny’s leg. “Steamin’ Jesus, you’re gonna take out a knee my boy.” He laughs, lifting him up. You turn away to finish dressing your daughter. When you turn back, you hear your son laughing hysterically and Johnny is holding him by his ankles upside down. “Good god, you’re gonna kill him.” You roll your eyes. He sets him down. “No, but. Look at you.” He smiles, taking your daughter out of your hands and looking at her. “Look at you, my little princess.” He smiles, rubbing his nose over hers, hearing her giggle. “A lil ladybug hm?” He smiles, setting her down. She waddles off, your son nearly knocking her over. You sigh. “You look beautiful too.” He smiles. “Thank you, you look.. amazing.” You poke his toned stomach through his superhero costume. “Yeah right. I gotta be doing something right, no way we’d have two of these little ones running around if it wasn’t true.” He winks, seeing you roll your eyes. “Oh yeah. The costume just does it for me.” You roll your eyes. And actually.. I think you mean three.” You laugh, looking down. It takes him a second. “Wait… what?” He asks. “Are you serious?” He moves closer, seeing you nod. He pulls you in for a kiss, rubbing a hand over your stomach. “We should be the incredibles next year.” He smiles. “Oh my god Johnny!” You roll your eyes.

[butterflyscribbles]

So I haven’t talked nearly enough about Mutant Mayhem yet but I saw it for the second time a few days ago and they have consumed all my thoughts have some random headcanons I’m dying I have to talk about them more:

⚠️(Spoiler warning for MM as well)⚠️

April

- Lives with her mom and grandfather on her mother’s side. Raised by a single mom who’s a veterinarian and her grandpa, a retired tailor and clothing retail manager, moved in after her grandma passed away a few years ago.

- Listens to way too many murder mystery podcasts and thrillers are her favorite movie genre

- Practices doodling a lot in the sides of her journal or class notes. She’s inspired by courtroom sketch artists and old biology journals.

- Swears like a sailor. Even more than Raph. Tries to censor herself around them but it only gets worse the closer they become as friends

- Becomes a sort of ambassador for the turtles and other mutants in the city. Anyone who doesn’t approve of them, goes through her…

- Favorite subject is biology, outside of working on the school newspaper of course

Leo

- Big time book worm. Has read a lot of the classics like The Great Gatsby, Catcher in the Rye, etc. which gives him an advantage heading into high school. His favorite subject is literature naturally as a result.

- Autistic, practically canon but just putting it out there

- Like April, he’s got a sensitive stomach under pressure. Nausea flares up all the time, especially at the sight or smell of blood. They bond over it. Nothing brings two people together like commiserating that your tummy hurts all the time🤝

- Hopeless romantic. Had fallen head over heels for a few other girls he spotted up top even before April came along. She was just…different. He watches a lot of sappy romance movies too they make him feel all warm and fuzzy.

- Love language is words of affirmation big time. He’s always about hyping up the people he loves and will defend them through anything.

Raph

- He’s the team medic in this iteration. He’s no professional but growing up he had so many injuries from being a scrappy lil dude that he picked up on how to take care of ‘em on his own and of course shares that knowledge with his bros and April later. He’s surprisingly gentle when he needs to be.

- He’s the most prone to nightmares/night terrors. The fact that Raph was the one to go seek comfort from Splinter in the tots scene is so important to me.

- He and Donnie are the anime enthusiasts. Hasn’t seen as many as Donnie but it’s close.

- Scratching his shell gently, especially up by the shoulder blades, is like an automatic snooze button. He passes out within minutes.

- Second biggest crybaby to Mikey. It happens when he feels any emotion too strongly whether it’s happiness, anger, sadness, etc. and he hates it. Makes him feel weak, which is why there usually is a lot of punching involved too.

Donnie

- Can’t swim and is the only one who actively dislikes getting into the water.

- He and Leo have been studying how to speak and write Japanese together for years. Don has picked up a lot from all the anime he watches.

- Is the most emotionally open version of Donnie to date. He’s always telling his family how much he loves them without restraint and is the first to ask what’s wrong if he picks up on someone acting weird or trying to hide something.

- To compliment the above hc, he’s insanely observational, like Sherlock level. They don’t know how he’s able to do it but his attention to detail and his ability to take that and create plans and get a read on people is baffling. If Donnie doesn’t get a good vibe off someone, believe him and run the other way. (Makes him really good at those spot the different puzzles too lol.)

- Loves to dance just like his previous incarnation before him:’) Bootyyyshaker9001

Mikey

- Is actually afraid of cats…growing up with Splinter, who would freak out at the sight of them, only taught him to freak out along with him. They are sharp and unpredictable.

- Other than that however he’s an animal lover. Had a few pet fish through the years that he saved after being flushed.

- Practically canon but the most physically affectionate by leagues. Constantly seeking a brother, adopted mutant family member, or an April to cling to.

- Super into musicals and is a actually a decent singer

- Can take a punch like nothing you’ve ever seen and can still be standing….but gets sick constantly his immune system is wack

[darlingshane]

fiesta in your mouth

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2k

Summary: – @anna-hawk requested: I would love a sexy drabble with Reader being hungry... for food. The food is taking forever to arrive and they start bickering about Reader's impatience. It ends with Reader biting Shane's ass cause, well, HUNGRY. Except hungry for more now 😏.

Content/Warnings: explicit, smut, oral sex, food, eating, playful banter, crack, some fluff.

-- Read below or at AO3.

It's another lazy night, hanging out at your boyfriend's, waiting for the food to arrive. And as per usual, your stomach starts protesting impatiently after an hour of just sitting around, watching TV.

It's always the same when you leave Shane in charge of either cooking or ordering. He's not a bad cook, he just doesn't have the time, or he's too tired after work to do so. And when it comes to ordering via app, he's not very tech-savvy and often screws up the order.

“Ugh, when it’s the food coming?” you complain, lolling your head back against the edge of the couch to watch Shane coming out of the hallway half-naked with just a pair of black sweats hanging low on his hips after taking a shower.

“Why are you always so hungry?”

“Why are you not?” You whine, “you said we were eating an hour ago.”

“Don’t be such a brat. Food will be here soon,” your boyfriend states, plopping down on the couch next to you with his knees widely apart.

His curls slightly drip water on his bare shoulders while he flips channels on the TV, and you reach to swipe them with your fingers.

“Are you sure you ordered and paid right?”

“'Course, I’m sure. Stop being a pest. You should’ve eaten something before getting here.”

“You said you were cooking, I was saving myself for you.”

“You mean your virginity? I think that ship sailed a long time ago, sweetheart,” he quips, pinching the side of your hip, and you swat the back of your hand against his bicep.

“What did you order anyway?” You wonder.

“Mexican. I got all your favorites… arroz con pollo, crunchy tacos, nachos, enchiladas… A whole fiesta for your mouth. Better than my cooking, right?” He then reaches for his phone to check the Postmates app. “Look, it’ll be here in half an hour.”

“Another half hour?”

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to cook like I said,” his mouth draws a playful smirk, “but if you were that hungry, you’d have lifted that sweet ass off the couch a long time ago, and made dinner yourself like women are supposed to do. But lil miss grumpy pants here doesn't like cooking, doesn't she?”

“I could punch you for even joking about that, asshole.”

“I'd love to see you try.”

“Is that a dare?”

“C'mon, let's see what you got,” he grins, and stands up, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants higher.

Then, he pushes the coffee table towards the TV console to have some more space, and holds his palms up, inviting you to spar amicably.

You stand in front of him, wiggling your fingers before closing both hands into fists. You start punching either of his palms alternately while he taunts you about how weak your blows are, mocking your flimsy arms, and terrible posture. You double down and hit harder until your knuckles start hurting, while he relentlessly jeers at you.

Getting all worked up, you decide to go for his face instead, but your hook is keenly intercepted before landing.

Shane quickly pins your wrists at your back afterwards, and your boxing session turns into wrestling. You escape his hold several times, but then you end up pinned down on the floor in the most awkward position with your body held and twisted around him in a way that your face is facing his ass while he struggles to keep you like that.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna give up, sweetheart?” he drawls, half panting.

“Never,” you laugh and manage to get one of your hands free to pull his sweats down and uncover his stinking cute booty. Without warning, you take a big bite at the curve of his hips, firmly marking your teeth on his ass.

“The hell are you doing?”

“Told you I was hungry. I needed a nibble of those delicious buns,” you bite his butt again, pressing harder, until he releases you.

“You’re a savage,” he grumbles, as you unclench your teeth to see that bright, pink love bite you’ve stamped on his white ass.

“If you forfeit, I win!” you exclaim in victory, rolling on the floor to have your back against the rug, and pushing both your arms up.

“I don’t think so,” his tongue swipes his lips before having him on top of you again.

He pulls your arms down and straddles your chest, placing his crotch awfully close to your face.

“Let's see how hungry you really are,” his lips curve up lewdly, as he pushes his sweats and boxer briefs down, showing his limp cock.

You lick your lips in anticipation, watching him pumping himself a couple of times until he’s half hard.

Then, he playfully taps the bulbous tip of his length against your lips, purring, “want some of this, darlin'?”

You eagerly nod.

“Okay, show me your tongue, and I'll feed you.”

Doing as he says, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

With a fist curled around the underside of his cock, he places it on the wet surface of your tongue and strokes back and forth until his semi erection blooms into rock-hard perfection with a bittersweet wet dripping that comes out of his slit.

“Now close your lips and have at it.”

Letting him guide-boss you like this is one of your biggest turn-ons, and you can already feel the sweet arousal coiling madly in your core with just a taste of him.

Your eyes are locked with his when you wrap our mouth around his flared tip. You inhale and start bobbing our head forwards as much as this position lets you.

Starting slowly, you let your mouth take inch after inch, watching him bask in the delicious undoing of your ways. You hum and go a little faster as he braces his palms on the floor over your head.

“Keep going, darlin’,” he grunts between praises and curses, losing his breath the harder you go, “I’m almost… fuck yeah, just like that, sweetheart.”

The pace of your mouth picks up, sucking him dry, and moaning against his steel-erection throbbing against your tongue. It drives him wild. You can feel it in the way he erratically starts thrusting into your mouth at the same time with nothing but desperation pressing in his center.

“You wanted me to fill your dirty mouth exactly like this, huh?” he grunts coarsely, and you can barely nod, as his cock starts twitching a second before having his seed spilled at the back of your throat.

He comes with a loud strangled moan and after every drop is out he takes his cock away, and places a palm over your mouth.

“Sh, sh, sh. Don’t spill it, baby,” he grins at you, half panting, “I wanna see you swallow.”

Your lips quirk up beneath his palm before gulping every drop of his sticky essence down your throat. You then open your mouth and show him.

“Good girl,” he exhales, lying on top of you as he comes down from his high, “who’s the winner now?”

“You are, baby,” you chuckle, running your palms up and down his back as he presses himself between your legs. He’s not as hard, but you can still feel it behind the fabric of your leggings.

“Are you still hungry, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, a little. You promised a fiesta for my mouth and that was just a… a bitter spoon of yogurt past its expiration date at best.”

He snorts at your words, “say what you will, but I bet that made you wet.”

Pressing your teeth on your bottom lip, you give him a quick nod.

“Yeah? Do you want me to take care of that?”

“What do you think?”

“That you’re greedy as fuck, baby,” he laughs.

“Not as much as you are.”

“Yeah, probably not,” he accepts and draws in some air before sliding down your body, taking your clothes off, so he can give you the same release.

He buries his face between your legs and just as his tongue starts teasing your folds, the door buzzer goes off at the worst possible moment.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you utter in frustration.

“Tough luck, sweetheart,” he pulls his head back, amused, glancing at you, “looks like we’re going to have to postpone this.”

“Ugh,” you let out as he pulls himself up, yanking his underwear and sweats on, to answer the door.

“Hey, don’t complain, the food is here. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chuckles and buzzes the delivery guy in.

“I guess,” you mumble, hot and bothered, as you slip into your shirt, and take a seat on the couch, covering your kegs with the throw before Shane opens the door.

After collecting the food, he places the containers from your favorite Mexican restaurant on the coffee table, and drags it back to its former position near the couch.

You pick a random unlabeled container, open it, and instantly forget about the interruption after finding out he ordered churros.

Glancing at you as he pulls the lid off another, Shane catches you smiling while sinking your teeth into one.

“Those are for dessert.”

“Says who? I gotta get the taste of your churro out of my mouth somehow. This will do.”

“Well,” he licks his lips and yanks the blanket off you to uncover your legs, “if you’re gonna have dessert first, I should too.”

“Yeah, have at it,” you chuckle as he kneels on the floor, pushing your knees apart, and dragging your ass closer to the edge of the couch.

You take another bite of your churro and put it aside as he props your thighs over his shoulders.

He gazes at you one more time before diving into your pussy. The eager tip of his tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, teases at your entrance, and every spot he can find to drive you out of your mind, avoiding your clit altogether.

Your fingers slide into his half-dried curls as he circles around it, barely grazing the peak of that swollen bud that’s aching for more significant stimulation. Filled with anticipation, your grip anxiously pulls at his hair as he takes his sweet time, savoring every inch of you.

His lips curve up against your folds, and you exhale, letting his name fall from your lips when he finally latches around your impatient clit.

Letting your head fall backwards, you close your eyes and drink in the mind-numbing sucking of his lips, taking you up to cloud nine with practice ease. One of his hands slips under your shirt to grab your breast while the other keeps a firm grip around your thigh with his fingers pressed on your mound.

Your body lights up with every lick and hum served in all the right places as he works you up to the highest level. He channels that electric jolt of your body to press a little harder until you fall completely apart at the mercy of his lips.

He pulls his head back, gently soothing his palms on your thighs while you slowly come down from your high. It takes you a moment to open your eyes, and when you do you see him using his fingers to clean the edges of his mouth covered in you.

“Welcome back, baby.”

Speechless, you simply smile at him as a response, as your breathing evens out.

“That good, huh?” he utters with his usual smugness, as if he didn't already know how to make you lose your mind like that.

He then rises from his knees and sits up, pulling you into his lap, linking his arms around your waist as you hug his neck.

“You taste sweeter than honey,” he whispers against your shoulder.

You let out a small laugh and pull back, so you can look at his eyes.

“Love leaving you without words, sweetheart,” he sweetly smiles, and you sigh, delighted, before capturing his lips.

[starsomens]

Do you have anything written somewhere that can help me sleep? Haha 👀

Im sorry i need my bedtime story (no pressure, ly)

-🥀

Okay uh…..righting the first thing that comes to mind

Hmmmmmmm this may be more fluff than the last smut ! Hopefully this is up to par 🥹

“….then Nick said I ain’t doing that shit again” you both let out a hearty laugh as you both walk down the side walk. At times you both likes to take a lil night stroll. Talk everything out, have a laugh, take some pictures and just enjoy the silence of each other company.

“I love when we just have our little talks” he smiles bringing your into his side as your both stumble on the concrete.

“Yeah me too, it’s so peaceful and just…I don’t know gives me a sense of calm, with you of course. His phone dings, and he looks at the screen and his eyes widen

“Everything okay Noah?” You ask as you make the turn on your street.

“Yeah just fine, Nick just finished something I ask help for” he said purring his phone into his pocket. You walk up your driveway and to your door. As Noah unlocks the door, he takes the keys out and he stops before opening the door. He looks at you and doesn’t say anything at first.

“Non what’s going on?” You ask him knowing something was up.

“Nothing I swear…I just….im so glad we’ve been togehther this long..you know?” He smiled at you gently and playfully punched your jaw “come on I got something inside for you” he motioned for you to open the door. You still didn’t get what he was getting at but you opened up the door slowly and look down the entryway.

A trail of ross petals, and some candles lead you through the house. You jaw fell open, completely taken away and you had no words. You look back at him and he motions with his hand to follow them. You slowly step over the petals and look around at the house. Your pictures were set up from the start of your relationship to where you were currently. Your heart was racing out of your chest, your eyes were brimming with tears. Noah walking behind you with a smile on his face watching your reaction.

The trail finally leads to the back door where a sign was stood up with the one question many people wait to hear

Will you Marry me?

You just couldn’t believe it. You were panting without even realizing. You turn around looking for your boyfriend, who stood much closer to you. His smile and eyes were soft and warm in the light of the candles.

His hands trace down from your shoulders to your hands. He gives them a squeeze and rests his forehead on yours.

Instead of just talking he whispers

“Y/N….you’re everything I could want and ask for in my future. I don’t need 100 people to see me do this…I just need you to remember this for 100 years. I love you, more than I could say to you in words. I want to wake up to you everyday, make songs about you, sing to you, dance with you and love you.” You sniff at his words feeling your heart clench at his emotional expression “baby….princess. Y/N? Marry me?” He asked looking deeply into your eyes. You couldn’t form words knowing they would come out jumbled. You nod your head and let the tears fall freely. His arms finally wrap around your and lift you off the ground, lifting you off the ground. His hands cup your face and he deeply kisses you. Taking your breath away once again. Your head was completely in the clouds you nearly missed the audience you had.

Behind him came claps and cheers came out from the darkness. The rest of the guys had helped to set things up while you went on your walk. (You really owed them for this one) Bryan had his camera capturing the intimate moment. Jolly had lit the candles with folio, and Nick laid out the petals and pictures.

“She said yes didn’t she?” Folio asked

“Yeah she did” Noah answers hold you close to his body

“Well, we spent all that time picking ring, put it on her!” Jolly laughed. He reaches into his pocket and turns to you again. Giving him your hand he slips on your now engagement ring, making it absolutely official.

“Guys, thank you again, I really appreciate it” he thanked his friends for helping with the arrangement

“You know we got you, but it does mean we want some good dinner too” Nick chimes in making everyone giggle

“Hey it’s no problem. Dinner on me, we’ve got something to celebrate” he kisses the crown of your head, knowing soon you’d be Mrs.Sebastian

[m0llygunn]

*immediately responds back*

I LOVE (a fwbb) LIL SOMETHIN’ SNEAK PEEKS! 🥹

yesssss this is kind of more than a lil sneak peek (its 1.6k of sneakily peeking) but its been so long since the last chapter sooo... also its edited but also its not edited (also pretending i didn't disappear for many weeks after saying i would give u this sorry) anyway this is from somewhere in the middle of the chapter but lets not say

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“She’s even got me doing her laundry— and the worst part is, I don’t hate it.”

A few weeks have passed since the initial laundry incident, twice over Eddie has helped. Letting you boss him around has been surprisingly… okay? Not the worst? Something he could get used to? You’ve always been on the bossy side but the difference now is that he’s a willing participant— more than a willing participant, a volunteer. 

Tonight you were going to a retirement dinner for a coworker. Eddie thought you’d try to get out of it, but you surprised him, saying that you were going because “Susan is a kind woman, and she deserves to be celebrated.” When Eddie asked if the actual reason you were going was because it was her job that you were inheriting, you hit him. One weak, pregnant woman punch to the shoulder was all the answer he needed to know he was right. 

However, because of your unfortunate moral obligation, Eddie was left with an empty Friday evening. Instead of doing fuck-all at home, he decided to drive out to the shit hole that is Jeff and Gareth’s college apartment and do fuck-all there instead. Despite being a forty minute drive away from you, you’re still the subject of the conversation. 

“Of course you ‘don’t hate it’, she’s basically giving you permission to go through her underwear.”

“Not like that— I mean, that is a bonus—” he pauses, as his mental rolodex of your assortment of underwear flashes through his mind. Cotton, silk, lace, ‘boyshort’ (as you had called them when he asked why your underwear were so… not underwear shaped)— he shakes the thoughts away before he gets to thongs— or worse, lace thongs. “—but, I don’t know. I hate doing laundry, but I have no problem doing hers.”

“Yeah, because you’re in love with her,” Jeff sings, continuing his goading. From his parallel spot on the living room floor, he holds his hand out for the joint. Eddie passes it over, scoffing at Jeff’s accusation. 

“Oh, and you’re the love expert?”

“Yeah,” he exhales his breath of smoke. “Me and my girl, two years strong.”

Jeff takes his last puff, offering the burnt down joint back to Eddie. Eddie takes it— he shouldn’t because they’ve smoked nearly double of what they usually do, but he takes it, pulling the final drag before snubbing it out in the ashtray. Laying back on the floor, he lets his hands rest folded on his chest. 

The ceiling fan whirls on full speed, funnelling and dispersing the thick smoke in the air, the overhead light makes the grey-white popcorn walls glow yellow, the cheap fridge buzzes in the kitchen, and the broken toilet in the bathroom down the hall sounds like non stop running water. Eddie’s mind is far from clear— all hazy and in the clouds but like a tether, no thought ever strays too far from the topic of you. 

“What even is love?” he sighs, closing his eyes. 

“Hmm, wanting to do someone’s laundry?” Jeff says, reaching over to knock Eddie’s head. Eddie blindly tries to hit him back but Jeff retreats too quickly, leaving Eddie swatting at the air. 

“It could be worse,” Gareth says, walking into the living room, finally showing face after being holed away in his room with the lame excuse of having a final next week. Both boys follow him through the living room, watching with red rimmed eyes as he sits on the couch. “She could um…not be in love with you.”

“She’s not,” Eddie scoffs, looking back at the ceiling.

“And you know this, how?”

“She’s just not— and we shouldn’t. We’ve been friends for so long and it works. If it’s not broken, don’t fix it,” Eddie says. It feels like the room starts to pulse, the ceiling getting closer and further away at the same time. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling fan, watching it spin and spin and spin— around and around and around, just like his thoughts. 

“People say that about appliances and cars, not girls, you idiot,” Gareth says, drawing a measly half of Eddie’s attention. Most of his attention stays on the ceiling fan and the perfect analogy for how it's just like his thoughts, spinning around and around— he does have the brief thought that he smoked too much, but his thoughts circle, always coming back to you. 

You circle once, you circle twice. The thought of his future baby circles next. The baby— “Especially now— holy fuck,” Eddie sits up. The thought hits him like a freight train. You and him are friends. Being friends works. Adding a baby into the mix is a big change. Being more than friends and adding a baby— that’s two big changes, that’s two possibilities of your relationship, platonic or not, going very wrong. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Especially now. We can’t fuck things up— it’s working how things are. We should leave it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Gareth laughs. “What’s so important about now?”

“What?” Eddie says, shifting his eyes to Gareth on the couch. Jeff laughs and Eddie's stomach plummets. They don’t know about the baby— they don’t know about any detail beyond his unrequited affection for you. He’s supposed to be keeping this all under wraps, you and he agreed. 

“Especially now?” Jeff mocks him.

“Yeah. What’s so important about now? And what exactly is working?” Gareth asks, smirking in a way that makes Eddie desperately wish he hadn’t smoked as much as he did.  

“Nothing,” Eddie shrugs, trying to coolly brush it off. If the heat that rushes to his cheeks is any indication of how cool he’s being, he’s not, and the smoky air in the room certainly isn’t helping. 

“Hold on— you’re doing her laundry? Did I hear that right?” Gareth asks.

“Gare,” Eddie warns. If he can just shut down the conversation, make them move on then maybe—

“You’re doing her laundry— what are you getting in return?” 

Fuck.

“Friendship,” Eddie says, thinking fast— which albeit isn't that fast.

Gareth scoffs a laugh, eyes burrowing beneath Eddie’s skin as his skepticism turns into confidence. “Yeah right, cut the crap. What are you getting in return, Munson?” he repeats. His mouth curls into a deep smirk, and Eddie knows he’s cooked. The sharpness of Gareth’s sobriety is unfair and Eddie’s trying his best to pull a straight, unblushed face. It’s not working. 

“I’m not getting anything in return.”

“Holy shit,” Gareth says excitedly, sitting forward. His eyes light up, smirk turning into a giddy smile. Eddie knows he can’t deny anything anymore, not while he’s this high— he can be childish though, inebriation has never inebriated that ability. 

“Shut up,” he barks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Holy shit,” Gareth repeats, knees jumping with his growing amusement.

“What?” Jeff says, sitting up. His bloodshot eyes move back and forth trying to piece together the conversation. 

“Eddie and—”

“If you don’t stop talking I’m going home and never coming back here,” Eddie barks.

Gareth laughs at his empty threat. “You’re blushing that means you and—”

“That’s not— I’m not—” Eddie stumbles to backtrack the conversation. It doesnt work, because Gareth bulldozes through his attempts. 

“You guys are fu—”

“No. We’re not!”

“Look at you, you’re redder than—”

“What are you guys talking about—” Jeff hasn’t caught on, but he looks to Gareth, pleading with wide, high-out-of-his-mind pupils for clarity. Eddie opens his mouth, but before he can say anything that might stop this night from going even further astray, Gareth says the condemning words. True words.

“They’re fucking.”

“Who’s fucking?” Bless Jeff's high soul.

“Eddie and—”

Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He can’t save the situation, but maybe he can salvage it. 

“It was one time! Okay! One time!” Three times, but that's beside the point. “It wasn’t an exchange,” Eddie sighs. “I didn’t offer to do her laundry because of it. We were drunk. We got carried away.” 

The conversation passes its boiling point, leaving shards of partial truths and overt excitement all over Gareth and Jeff’s shitty apartment floor. Eddie deflates, falling to lay back on the carpet. His confession sits in the air, silence surrounding it. It’s cruel the way that the ceiling fan still spins, taunting him. You circle his thoughts another time— you’re going to be so pissed. 

“But you want it to happen again,” Gareth says, his ever living smile creeping into his voice.

Of course he wants it to happen again— he would be an idiot to not want it to happen again but that’s not what this is about— this is about him salvaging this conversation. Fixing his idiot mistake so that you don’t rip him a new one. Obviously, they would have found out this bit of information eventually… but you said this would happen. You called it— you explicitly said that this would happen, and that if he does ‘squeal like a pig to the guys’… you never finished your threat, you just shook your head. Fuck. 

“Jesus Christ. I liked when you guys were scared of me, college made you too bold,” Eddie groans, feeling his crushing reality start to set in. 

“Man, this is like a decade in the works, fucking finally,” Gareth laughs. Jeff unashamedly agrees, nodding heavily, until Eddie reaches over, hitting him on the shoulder.

“‘Fucking finally’ nothing. It happened once, that’s it. And you know she would hate us talking about this, so drop it. Please.”

“‘Please’?” Gareth laughs. “You’re down bad, huh— must really be hoping for a second time.” 

Second meaning fourth time… yeah at this rate, it’s not looking too good for him, not after this.

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hope you likedddd it <333

[vampireeddie]

Steddie Week - Day 2: Princess

Prompt by @steddie-week: Fluff

Steve tries on a skirt for the first time. Transfemme Steve and Transmasc Eddie, though Eddie’s gender doesn’t really come up. Pure fluff and comfort, just two dorks being cute and t4t.

Brief trans/homophobia mention, cuz who doesn’t headcanon Steve’s dad as crummy. I don’t dwell on it.

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“I can’t do it Eddie,” Steve’s voice came from inside the bathroom.

Eddie got up off the chair he’d settled on. “Oh come onnnnn,” He groaned. “It’s just us! I’m sure you look great!”

“I look stupid.”

Eddie smiled. “You are stupid.”

There was an angry THUMP on the door. “Asshole.”

Eddie laughed. “Come on, just show me.”

He stepped up to the door, lowering his voice. “Is it short?”

“Perv. No, it’s a longer one.”

“Does it fit?”

“Yeah.”

“And you like the color?”

“Yeah.”

“So show me!”

Steve let out a loud groan. “You can’t make fun of me.”

“Steve, babe, I’m always gonna make fun of you. It’s my job as your partner.” His smile softened. “But I won’t make fun of this.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

A loud sigh sounded from the bathroom. “You can’t laugh either.”

“I won’t.”

Finally, Steve opened the door, stepping out sheepishly. Her arms were folded over herself, covering the white turtleneck sweater. The sweater was new, but Steve had worn more masculine sweaters before. It wasn’t as much of a change for her. The new addition was a long maroon skirt, reaching down to Steve’s calves.

“Babe!” Eddie grinned. “Look at you!”

Steve glared. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” Eddie smiled, taking her hand. Steve gave him a look of disbelief. “Hey. I’m not.” He kissed Steve’s hand, smiling wide. “You’re like a little princess.”

“Stooop,” Steve groaned, pulling her hand back. “I look stupid.”

“You do not, come on!” He smiled. “Does it swish?”

A small smile came over Steve. “Lil bit.”

“Then show me.”

Steve turned her hips back and forth, watching the fabric swoosh around her calves.

“It’s perfect!” Eddie took Steve’s hand, raising it above his head. “Give us a twirl.”

Steve’s smile grew as she twirled under Eddie’s hand, then twirled back around, this time grabbing the skirt with her free hand and making it swish an extra bit.

Eddie laughed with joy, grabbing Steve’s waist with his hand and pulling her in. “My little princess.” He kissed Steve hard on the lips, and Steve wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I’m just as tall as you, y’know.”

“Mmm no, don’t think so,” Eddie said, kissing her neck. “Lil princess.”

Steve punched his shoulder gently, then closed her eyes and relished the feeling of her partner’s kisses.

Finally, she pulled back, looking down at herself. “You’re sure I don’t look stupid?”

“Nah, you look great.”

Steve let out a long breath, then spoke again, her voice quiet. “I feel like…” She frowned. “Like maybe I just look like a stupid guy in a dress.”

“You don’t,” Eddie grabbed her hips again, pulling her in close. “You look like my pretty girl.” He kissed Steve’s forehead gently, and put one hand on her cheek. “Besides, nuthin’ wrong with a guy in a dress.” He smiled. “You can be whatever you want.”

Steve looked down. “That’s not what my dad would say.”

“Yeah, well, your dad sucks.” He kissed Steve’s cheek. “He doesn’t deserve such a pretty daughter. Or kid, or son, or whatever you wanna be.”

Steve let out a long sigh, wrapping her arms around Eddie’s neck. “Whatever I am, I’m lucky to have you.”

“How lucky?” Eddie’s tone was flirty as his hand slipped down to the skirt, taking the fabric in his hands. “Maybe… get to the bedroom and get this off of you lucky?”

Steve leaned back, rolling her eyes. “Eddie there’s three more skirts in there to try on.”

“Good, then you’ll have something to change into when we’re done.”

Steve slapped his arm. “Asshole.” She couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe if you carry me.”

Eddie tightened his grip around Steve’s waist, grabbing her thigh in his other hand, hoisting her upwards and kissing her lips.

“My pretty little princess.”

[cythanadiel]

Hello! I wanted to ask about your oc, Ice. So the question is which agents Ice likes the company and doesn't like it much? Sorry for this strange question, but when I saw your oc and I really liked him and I saw some of him with Skye so I thought about what his relationship with others would be like.

Omg that's such a cute ask thank you!!! This got me really really excited💕💕💕

I made a small list of agents he likes, dislikes, is neutral about and his relationship to them underneath the line:

Agents he is tight with:

Reyna - I think Reyna and Ice are the closest to one another, not necessarily personality wise but definitely goal wise. I can definitely see them bonding and talking over their Sisters, as they share the same pain: Ice lost his, and Reyna is fighting to keep hers alive. He understands why Reyna is the way she is, and he cannot blame her for it. In fact, he would be subconsciously driven to help her gather souls.

Brim - Ice has a military background and sometimes talks with Brim about the time with the Special Forces. He holds deep respect for Brim as a commander and blindly puts his trust into him.

Sova - Same as with Brim, He respects Sova. Ice not only sees him as friendly and good company, but also as very competent and fierce. He appreciates his coldness on the battlefield and not letting emotions get in the way. He carries out commands without questioning a word, which Ice can relate to. It's like looking in the mirror, except the reflection smiles back.

Skye - The day she threw him over her shoulder and slammed him into 3 walls was the day he straight up couldn't get his mind off of her. That girl can pack a punch and does not bet an eye at getting her hands dirty. He was VERY much smitten by her. Although I don't think I could say the same about Skye tbh. She's the sole reason he wakes up at 4am to go jogging together.

Raze - While Ice is very much for Order and discipline, he likes Raze's Chaos. There is something about her energy that gets even his bitch face to smile.

Deadlock - That is....they're the same person. Personality and very close background wise they're literally the same person. Hell, Ice even lived a large part of his life in Norway, (he's not Scandinavian tho) and even speaks a little Norwegian. They're definitely gym and sparring partners as well.

Clove - While I can't say too much on Clove yet, I do feel that they'd get along, solely because they give little sibling vibes. He had one sibling he couldn't protect, he sure as hell won't let that ever happen again. So imagine the relief he'd feel after Clove comes back to life, seemingly unharmed.

Viper - Viper sees herself as a monster and had to do things beyond her Control (or maybe it was all in her Control) and Ice can heavily relate to that. He has had some of the same experiences, yet he still sees himself as Human. All in all he genuinely pities Viper.

Cypher - He's fascinated by Cypher and isn't actually too bothered by his secrecy. He understands the need for it and wishes it'd be the standard for the other agents as well. Plus, in the strangest way possible, Cypher is like a father figure to him.

Agents he's neutral about/likes them:

Sage - He likes her healing skills but hates the Mother Hen vibe coming from her. He thinks it influences her and others too much on the battlefield. She could be so much more than just the nice healer lady next door.

Astra - He's genuinely delighted by her presence, but they don't have much in common. Though he's legitimately scared of her powers.

Chamber - He shared the same opinion as everyone else when Chamber first joined, and he still keeps an eye out on him, But Ice can't help but be intrigued by his efficient weapon designs and use of nanotech. They're currently in the talks about nanotech prosthetics and improvements.

Jett - Same as with Clove, Jett gives lil sis vibes. She is also very promising on the field and if she took things a little more serious, she could become very deadly on the field. (Like them instalocks on immortal)

Omen - Similar to Viper, Ice pities Omen. They both share the same pain of being torn apart and coming back to life, but as changed people, possibly without being able to go back to what they once were. Although Ice is, to some degree, scared of becoming like Omen.

Fade - Initially he was ready to snap her neck when she leaked everyone's profiles, and caused the nightmares, but... he ended up forgiving her after learning her motives, that she was doing it because she was looking for someone very dear to her. He would practically do the same if he was in her shoes.

Harbor - INCREDIBLE duo, even if they're not always on the same wavelength. They're also gym buddies.

KAY/O - they're not too friendly with one another, but they do play pool or cards, and they both enjoy taking money from Breach. It's the one thing they can bond over.

Gekko - Ice sees Gekko as a Mini-Me if things hadn't gone south in his past. Gekkos connection to Reyna only strengthens that. Also he needs someone to help him dye his hair, as Ice does a very poor job on his own. On a side note,, I constantly get the feeling that Gekko would fanboy a little over Ice.

Neon - He gets motion sick from her zip zapping. She's also a little too snappy for him, a la "What's with this sassy lost child?" Although he can appreciate her ruthlessness and that she, quite literally, can zap you out of existence within the blink of an eye. He likes that she's more serious on the field despite being one of the youngest members.

Agents he actively dislikes:

Phoenix - Ice has active PTSD cuz of how many times he's nearly been burned around Phoenix. He tries to stay at least 50m away from him if possible.

Killjoy - He's experienced KJs bots first hand and hates them. But also, he thinks she shouldn't be on the field, especially when she's hiding behind her toys.

Breach - Opposite to Raze, Ice HATES Breach's Chaos. He does not understand how the two got along in the first place and how Breach hasn't been booted yet. Guess he'll have to trust Viper's judgement on him. To Breach tho, Ice is just another loyal dog, one that can be tossed aside when he's of no use anymore.

Yoru - Too cocky with no direct excuse for it. You can't even say his skills match his ego, because they do not. Ice is about staying humble and giving your best, and if you don't, then stfu. Plus, he's a direct adversary when it comes to Skye

Iso - Him and Iso basically have the same background but he wouldn't like Iso because he thinks he's taking the easy way out of his contract. Plus, Iso listening to music while on a mission or getting easily distracted gives Ice the sense of unprofessionalism, no matter how good he actually is.

[bronzefuryfic]

The Sacrifice callbacks

Some lil payoffs I enjoyed from this chapter:

Aemond shields his siblings and Rhae from a violent confrontation:

Ch. 8 - Bastards & Betrothals

Another punch sent Ser Criston to the ground. Aemond moved squarely in front of Rhae and Aegon now, creating a barrier, however small, between them and the violence. Cole made no move to defend himself as Ser Harwin pinned him down, pummeling at his head. At last, the surrounding guards jolted into action. 

Ch. 13 - The Sacrifice

But Rhae had lost sight of things in the flurry of movement. Still holding Helaena tightly by the hand, Rhae pushed forward to witness the struggle. Aegon stuck close by her side, wide-eyed and pale, gripping her shoulder for support. Finally, Aemond rose from his chair to join them—standing in front. He created a barrier, however small, between them and the violence.

Rhae struggles to undo the clasps of her cloak:

Ch. 6 - The Dragon’s Pit

"We're almost to the end, but we'll have to leave the light behind." Aegon whispered. "The tunnel out is dark and rough, but you should be fine if you stick close to me." As he said this, he extended an arm for Rhae to grab hold of—but Rhae was still holding her cloak to her neck, still not having managed the clasps from before. "I... um..." Rhae tried and failed once more to fasten the garment, her injured arm feeling tight as she tried to bend her elbow to use both hands. "These stupid bandages..."  Realizing her struggle, Aegon hastened to help.  "Here," he said. Rhae lifted her chin upwards, but with the light so dim and far above, Aegon had to lean in to better see what he was doing. Her face felt hot— how embarrassing, she thought. "You could've asked before we left, you know." The clip upon her cloak came together at last. 

Ch. 13 - The Sacrifice

Rhae rushes to him, desperate to stop the bleeding. She tries to undo the fastenings of her cloak, but her fingers fumble with the clasp. She gives up, ripping the cloth from her neck and holding it to a gaping wound in Aegon's chest. It's only as the fabric becomes soaked does Rhae realize it's not her travel cloak, but a brides one.

Aegon’s apology

Ch. 8 - Bastards & Betrothals

"I wish as you do that the conflict over the crown never comes to pass," Rhae continued. "But if it does, Aemond is on your side as much as I am. Probably even more. He's not earned your taunts... defend him as devoutly as he does you." Aegon considered her words. "Okay. I'll let up. I promise." "Good," Rhae's eyes narrowed. "And I think you should apologize." Aegon groaned slightly, making a show of shuddering at the thought. "Don't make me." "I don't want to make you." Rhae knew she was pushing her luck. She felt certain neither brother had spoken an apology to the other in their whole lives. "I just think that you should do it." Aegon must've sensed Rhae was serious, for he did not jest any further. He merely nodded his head, still rested against hers—but he made no promises.

Ch. 13 - The Sacrifice

"But when I did drift awake, I could hear her weeping." Aemond continued, his brow furrowing. "And Aegon, he was the first to see me this morning. Would you believe it? He apologized." Rhae's heart panged dully with a feeling she could not quite place. "For what?" She asked. "Stupid stuff," Aemond said, suddenly looking embarrassed. They sat in heavy silence, until he continued: "I don't regret doing it."

[aro-pancake-writes]

I finished it!

(almost) everything I wanted to say to Lillian. It's finally done!

Happening during Matters of the Hart, so some mild spoilers for it.

Tw: violence, deadnaming, language.

Truths to the Heart

"We don't have time to ask for backup." Lillian says, and Charlie gets up from their seat in a rage.

From the first time Sam told them about her, Charlie knew they wouldn't like her, but they put up their good face and deflect the subject.

But this is the end of their patience for that woman.

Cora stands at the door to the bridge, ready to butt in on Sam and Lillian's argument. Charlie sees her, and goes straight to her.

"Here kiddo, take this, go to my quarters and close the doors." They give her a music player and send her off. There's no argument as she understands that things are about to get ugly here.

They wait for the door to the bridge to close before stepping between Sam and Lillian.

"Enough." Charlie says, pushing Lillian away from Sam. "You, shut your hypocrite hole." They point at Lillian, anger stewing in their voice. "Sam, darling," they turn to him, calm and with a gentle smile, "I love you, and please don't be mad at me."

He looks at them confused for a second, as Charlie turns back to Lillian.

"Lils, dearest," they make their best overly sweet voice and put on a large smile, "don't you fucking dare to say shit."

"What do you know?" She scowls at them, crossing her arms ready for a fight. "And you can't call me that."

"It's my ship. I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you." It's becoming harder to maintain the smile. "If you want to not call backup, as per your own sayings, we'll drop Cora by at New Atlantis."

"We don't have the time! The Syndicate will–" Charlie cuts her off by raising a finger, smile dying as they stand up taller.

"Then you won't ever again bother us for taking Cora along. You won't ever again say anything about her tagging along. Ever." Lillian opens and closes her mouth like a fish. "You'll shut up until I drop you off back on Neon, so you can try to gaslight and bullshit your way out of any future trouble you get yourself into, but not in my ship."

"Who are you to say anything about how I parent? Do you have any ideas of the sacrifices I've made for her?" Charlie laughs. A good hearty laugh, like Lillian just told them the funniest joke ever.

"Sacrifices? Parenting?" They manage to say between laughs. "You don't know the meaning of the words."

"I was called out for reading Dumas by my colleagues, for heaven's sake." She tries, and Charlie manages to stop laughing.

"A sacrifice is stopping my own deep cover work to get rid of the Crimson Fleet to come and save your ass from the small fry, because Cora asked me to." They say, taking a step towards her. "A sacrifice is having you here because Cora was worried about you. I've been with her for less than a month, and I've been her parent more than you ever bothered to be in twelve years." There's a snarl, and Lillian looks terrified.

"Charlie, please, that's enough." Sam places a hand on their shoulder, making them stop. "She heard enough."

"No." Lillian says, bearing that cocky smile that Charlie wants to punch out of her face. "Let's hear what your new sweetheart has to say, Sammy."

How much more shit can come out of one person's mouth?

"What about the fact that you claim to want a professional distance from your coworkers, to the point where Jaylen doesn't know your daughter's name, but he knows everything about me and my accomplishments, that were sent to you by Cora?" They remember the way Sam was treated at the Neon Ranger post.

"What are you talking about? I talk plenty about my kid!" She tries, but Charlie ain't buying. "And so what I mentioned the stranger my daughter seems to like more than me? It's embarrassing!"

"EMBARRASSING?" Charlie shouts, anger taking over their senses. "Embarrassing is claiming you put your neck out to save someone, but doing it for your own selfish purposes. Is bailing on your daughter every time she tries to see you and then complaining that she likes someone else, who is actually there for her, better than you."

Lillian jumps at Charlie, going for a hit on their stomach. They manage to dodge and she slips, but doesn't fall.

"You just got here, Charlotte!" She screams, turning to come back at Charlie and hitting a punch to their face. "You have no idea what you're talking about!"

"I know what is going on." They smile, ignoring the blatant use of their given name and cleaning out blood from their nose. "Your priorities are anywhere but where they actually should be." Lillian turns for another punch, and Charlie lets her hit. "You're scared of accepting that you fucked up, so you hide behind your work!"

The third punch has them falling on their butt. Lillian jumps at the opportunity to sit on their waist and hold them down.

Sam's frozen in the back, unsure if he should try to remove Lillian from Charlie and draw the fire to himself or let Charlie deal with the situation, as he's well aware that they can. No one calls them “Charlotte” and gets away unpunished. Be it ignoring Walter until he uses Charlie, or leaving a good bruise if the person still insists on the name. But Lillian using the name makes him worry. They're already throwing fists. And Lillian's use was deliberate. With the intent of insulting and hurting them.

Charlie lets Lillian punch them, barely defending themselves. It's almost like they want the punishment for everything they're saying.

"You know that you lost Sam the moment Cora was born." Charlie continues, despite Lillian's barrage at them. "You lost your hold on him. The idea of love that you gave him. And now, that he's moving on, that someone else wants what you didn't want, you're angry. Because if you can't have him, no one can." They had enough of her, so they activate their powers, canceling gravity where they stand.

They watch as Lillian floats helplessly, while they're still grounded.

"How in the blazes–" the effect ends before she can finish her question, and she falls flat on the floor.

"Lillian, leave. Go find something else to do." Sam says, helping Charlie to their chair. He's cold, holding his own anger back. Lillian may have been offended, but it still didn't justify her attack on Charlie.

"I'm not leaving until we get to the Syndicate hideout." Lillian gets up, cleaning her jacket and standing there as if she didn't just beat someone up.

"Leave us alone." He says again, and she finally gets the message, grumbling all the way out of the bridge.

"It looks worse than it is." Sam kneels before Charlie, picking up a first aid kit and making them look up so he can see the injuries. There'll be some light bruising, but nothing a medpack can't fix. "But you didn't have to push that much, Charlie. Not if it ends up with you getting hurt like this."

"I had to." They say, licking at where their lip broke and a drop of blood spills out. "I couldn't stand the way she talked to you. Or how she thinks that the minimum effort is a massive sacrifice. For you and Cora."

"And that last thing you said?" He offers them a light smile. "You want me?"

Charlie looks everywhere but at him. If their face wasn't hurting so much, they'd probably be all smiles and blushes.

"Only if you want to try." Too late to not tell the truth. "I've been interested since we got that Artifact."

"Charlie," he takes a deep breath, cleaning a bad wound on their temple and adding a bandage, "why didn't you say anything before?"

They can't hold back the tears, not anymore. It's been something that they kept bubbling up since Akila.

"Because you only ever talked about her." Charlie gathers the courage and looks at his eyes. "I was there, flirting, trying to hide away that it bothered me. And every other word you said was about her. Praising her at every turn. I said it the first time that I was jealous, and it was true." They take his hand, making him stop.

"She's a good–"

"A good ranger, I know." Charlie tries to remain calm. "But she's an awful person, Sam. I'm not changing my mind on that. You said it yourself that she dismissed you, your feelings. And now that we're getting close, that I'm close to Cora, she wants back in. Even if not… romantically, if you don't feel the same way I do." That last part hurts, but it has to be said.

"I'll put an end to it, for good." He leans closer to them, cupping their face with his calloused hands. Charlie wants to feel safe, confident in his promise. "No more talking of Lillian. We'll finish this, get rid of her, and we can talk, ok?"

They nod lightly, taking a medpack that he offers them to get rid of the worse of the bruising.

Maybe, Charlie thinks, there's still hope for them to be together.

[storiesofstratos]

Chapter 16: Confronting the Storm

Jack and Nico run into an unexpected face at Cyrus's restaurant..

So this was our culprit. Another superhuman, and the guy who stabbed Daniel. I felt the anger bubbling up just under my skin. I wanted to yell, grab him, do something really. But there was no way I could stand a chance against him, I just had to keep calm, think this through logically, and–

“Hey, asshole.”

God dammit Nico.

The guy turned to look at Nico, a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face. “The fuck you talkin to? Me?”

“Yeah, you! You think you could just get away with stabbin our friend and nobody would do anythin’ about it??”

“Stabbin your..? I didn’t–” The realization seemed to dawn on him slowly, and he gritted his teeth, “Shit, the other guy.” He stood up quickly, “Hey boss, cancel that order! Somethin came up!”

“Where do you think you’re goin??”

“None of your damn business. Don’t even think about followin me girl,” He threatened as he walked out the door, clearly wanting to get away from the situation.

“Oh that’s just great. Nico, why did you have to say anything?? Now he’s– wait, where are you going?? Dammit NIco!”

Of course she was following him. Why wouldn’t she be following him? I got up from my seat, putting money down for our food and following the both of them out the door. Not like I was gonna risk him hurting her too. 

We both followed in hot pursuit, passing through each alleyway that he did, ducking around every corner. He kept peaking over his shoulder, picking up the pace every time he saw we were still following, until eventually we were practically sprinting after him. Was this even worth running for? Probably not, but I had a few questions of my own for him at this point.

It wasn’t until we’d cornered him in a back alley that he finally turned around. “God dammit, you followed me all the way here, of all places?? You fuckin idiots, you’re gonna–”

“Well well well…” A voice came out from the shadows, which made the punk tense up.

“Shit– I told you, you shouldn’t have–”

“Johnny!” A gruff looking man put an arm around the punk’s shoulders, “You did good kid. You brought us a couple of prime marks all on your own. The boss is gonna be real happy with you over this one.”

“Boss??” Nico chimed in, “You bastard, you were setting us up!”

“Wha– I wasn’t!! I told you dumbasses not to follow me!”

“Now now Johnny boy, is that anyway to talk to your new friends? C’mon, let’s just be civil about this! You two, empty your pockets and we might let you walk away.”

I was more than ready to just do what they said to get out of there, but, naturally, Nico had other plans. Sometimes she was worse than Daniel, but at least HE had super strength to back up his big mouth!

“Not a chance in hell! We’re not givin’ you anything!”

The man laughed, pressing the baseball bat he was holding against Johnny’s chest. “Well ain’t that cute? Johnny, why don’t you teach these lil kids why they don’t say no to the Steel Hawks?”

“...No…”

“Huh?” The older man leaned in close, like he was trying to intimidate him, “The fuck did you say to me? You should know better than to talk back to your superiors, you little shit stain!” There was a loud bang, as the man punched Johnny square in the jaw, knocking him off balance and onto his ass.

Johnny grit his teeth as he sat on the ground, looking down. I looked over at Nico, who seemed to be coming to the same conclusion I was. “Johnny, right…?”

Johnny looked up at us, his cheeks red hot, probably embarrassed, his face somewhere between anger and sheer humiliation. I opened my mouth to speak once more, but the older man cut me off.

“Shut the fuck up! Now either you give us your money or I’m gonna–”

“Enough!”

The gangster stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to face Johnny, his knuckles white as he gripped the baseball bat in his hands. “What the fuck did you–”

“I said,” Johnny slammed his fist on the ground, “Shut, the fuck,” He lifted his hand to the sky as he yelled, “up!”

Almost as if it was at his command, a sudden gust picked up… but not from any natural angle. It was coming straight from below. It was almost a spectacle. As if to show it was unnatural, a green wind current burst forth from the cracks in the pavement, strong enough to push the man up off the ground, about ten feet into the air. The man let out a sudden yelp of surprise, and started to scream as he fell.

But Johnny wasn’t done. He clapped his hands together, and another gust pushed the man back, into the wall, strong enough to cause cracks to form in the bricks. “I’m sick and tired of you! Harassin’ me!” Each sentence was accented with another strong gust of wind, pushing and pulling the guy every direction. “Fuck this gang, fuck your boss.. And most of all, fuck, you!” He finally let the man drop, groaning in pain as he finally hit the pavement.

“Shit…” Johnny grumbled, before snapping his head in our direction. “You two. This is all your fuckin’ fault! If you’d just listened, just left me alone! I wouldn’t be in this goddamn mess right now!”

Nico, who seemed so confident and guns blazing before, was shrinking. “S-Sorry man, I didn’t…”

“We didn’t know what was going on. But, can you blame us?? You got into a fight with our friend! What were we supposed to do?”

Johnny turned his attention to me, “I dunno, maybe, not chase after the guy you know has stabbed someone?? Ahh, fuck me, I’m so screwed! When this gets back to the boss, they’re gonna kill–”

“Kill you? Dude, you’ve got wind powers! How are they even gonna touch you?”

“Kill my folks!”

That stopped everything. Nico didn’t even want to approach the subject, but I had to ask… “...They’re gonna kill your parents??”

“Yes! Only reason I’m even working for them is because they’ve got my fam! I didn’t wanna do any of this shit! But this guy, the boss, he’s got powers like me, only they’re… different. He can control metal and shit, even turn himself into metal and do all kinds of crazy shit, I can’t touch him!”

I turned to Nico, and she looked back at me. “...I think I have an idea, Nico. How good do you think you are at de-escalating?”

“Clearly not great but… if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I say it’s worth a shot.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Well… I was worried if it’s a crazy idea, but, if you think it’s a good idea, at least now I know it’s crazy.”

Johnny just looked between us, confused. “What are you to talkin about??”

“Johnny, right?” I looked up at him, he wasn’t that much taller than me. “I’m Jack. This is Nico, and you should come with us. I think we might have a solution to your problem… hopefully.”

Johnny just threw his arms up in the air. “Christ. Why not? Not like this situation could get any worse. Lead the way.”