#( sweet baby jesus this boy has been through enough

[naturalbornsnickerdoodle]

sick of you | bang chan (fluff)

Pairing: sick!Chan x reader

Word count: 2.1k words

Rating: SFW / PG-13

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Some curse words here and there, suggestive conversations. Not proofread

Summary: Chan gets sick during preparations of a new comeback and reader takes care of him. 

Author’s note: Imagine it’s a scene from a sitcom or romcom. I made this longer than intended, my apologies. But I hope it entertains you <3 I’m open to feedback, please let me know if there are grammar mistakes or mispelled words. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

It was a normal afternoon, you were typing away at your computer, sipping at your iced tea while listening to the city’s sounds, a light breeze coming through the open windows.

Happy with your written progress, you stretched your arms above you when your phone started buzzing. It was a text from Felix.

🐥: Y/N, Chris is on his way home, whatever he says don’t let him talk you into thinking he’s okay, ‘cause he’s not.

Y/N: oh no, what happened?

🐥: not sure, but he looked really tired and was cranky af. It took all of us plus the managers to make him leave.

Y/N: Jesus...this man and his hyper independence is gonna be the death of me. Anyways, I’ll check up on him, Lix. Thanks for the heads up ❤️

🐥: No problem, good luck!

You put your phone down as you heard the apartment’s front door open. Soon enough, your boyfriend entered the living room where you were currently working. Your heart sank at the sight of Chan. The man looked pale and exhausted at first glance, but then his face lit up as he saw you and tried to greet you with a sweet smile.

“Hey baby” you smiled back at him, typing a little on your computer saving your document, as he put his bag down and entered the kitchen

“Hi babe, I’ll be back in a sec, want some water first” he called back

You stood from your working station stretching out some more before making your way to the kitchen.

“Hi” you say as you came close to him puckering your lips a little to properly greet him, but he was busy chugging down on his water bottle, holding up a single finger, signaling for you to wait.

“What, no kiss? Man, chivalry is dead after all”

Chris side eyed you as he took his last gulps of water. He chuckled at your comment when he was done with his water.

“Sorry, babe. Was pretty thirsty, it’s really hot out” he said while discarding the empty plastic bottle in the recycling bin

“Is it? thought the weather was kinda nice today”

He chuckled a little “yeah well you’ve always been more sensitive to cold, can’t tell how hot it’s out there”

“Fair point. So what’s with the hoodie?”

He stopped on his tracks at your question. “Pardon?”

“Hoodie’s are for chilly days, yeah? You said it yourself, I’m sensitive to cold, and I’m not even wearing one. So, hoodie?”

“Oh well uh I wore it during practice and didn’t feel like taking it off, that’s all”

You let out a soft “a-ha”, your tongue pushing your inner cheek, arms crossed as you looked at him warily.

“Whatever, you must be hungry, want something to eat?”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m good. I’ll wait til dinner time”

You stared back at him not saying a word for a few seconds blinking a few times

“That’s it, I’m not having it”

You marched into the living room to retrieve your phone, pretending to call someone. Chan followed immediately

“hey hey where are you going? Babe, what are you doing?” He asked as he saw you tapping away at your phone screen.

“Contacting JYP to file a complaint. They broke my boyfriend”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous”

“I mean it’s either that or they somehow managed to clone their idols and sent me the wrong one”

“this is crazy”

“oh is it? Help me out here: you came home in the middle of the afternoon, with no appetite, sweating profusely, white as a ghost AND didn’t even come close to say hello to me properly. Does that sound like the Christopher we know?”

“Yes???” he said increasing the pitch of his voice 

You narrowed your eyes at his poor attempt of justifying this nonesense.

“Bullshit. I’m calling the boys”

“Okay okay okay you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well, alright?”

“I knew it!”

“But I mean, it’s not that bad”

“If it’s not that bad, why didn’t you kiss me then?”

“Oh come on, what if was a lil sick, I didn’t want you to get sick either”

“sure...”

“I swear I’m good! Honestly I would’ve stayed practicing for longer but the guys wouldn’t let me. So they asked me to come home”

You chuckled at the last part

“What’s so funny?”

“They kicked you out, Christopher. Ha-ha”

He let out a long sigh, clearly not amused at your comments as he usually would be, but still planting his famous thin lined smile on his face (the one that looks like this :] )

“Okay, enough with the sitcom jokes. Come here, you said you were feverish?”

“I think so, I didn’t feel this warm back in the practice room”

You came closer to him and placed your palm on his forehead, eyebrows knitting together as you felt how warm he actually was.

“Yeah, you must’ve gotten warmer on your way here. Did you get one of the company cars to drive you?”

“No, I walked here”

“You walked all the way here from the JYP building?!”

“It’s a 20 minute walk, it’s not that far, Y/N”

“for a person that’s burning hot, it is”

“Aww stop babe, you’re making me blush” he lightly pushes your shoulder

“Funny. And that blush is from your fever, you dummy. You should be more careful next time, Chan.”

“I thought the walk would make me feel better, okay? you know, with the weather being nice and all.”

“Well, we need to break that fever ASAP, come on”

You took his hand on yours and led him to your shared bedroom. You instructed him to remove his clothes and put on some comfy ones.

While he was at it, you grabbed the first aid kit which had a thermometer and your stash of over-the-counter meds. You took the little device out along with the Tylenol bottle.

“Put this under your armpit while I bring some more things, yeah?”

He just nodded and took the little device from your hands, doing as he was told.

You were done getting some ice water and washcloths plus a new water bottle from the kitchen when you heard Chan call from your bedroom.

“Babeeee”

“Yeah?”

“The um the the, the thingy says 38.8ºC” struggling to get the device’s name right

“Okay I’ll be there in a sec” you replied, and you weren’t wrong, his fever was in fact high.

You found him cross-legged on the bed, still looking pale and kinda drowsy. Your heart sank once again after seeing your boyfriend stay so still and weak. You knew your heart would do that a lot today, at least until his fever broke.

“Sit back for me, honey” you asked him while removing the covers

“Say please?” he said arching his eyebrow at you

You let out a short yet exhasperated sigh at his teasing, then tried to smile at him so he would comply to your requests

“I’m joking, babe” he chuckled and then sat back against the headboard.

You got to work quickly, handing him the medicine first, following with the open water bottle. After he took the pill, you asked him to lay down so you could put the ice cold compress on his forehead. He, being the drama llama that he was when sick, yelped the moment the washcloth barely grazed his face.

Laughing at him you said “Babyyy I can’t get it on you if you keep squirming! I promise the cold will vanish after a while. Pleaseeee”

He held his breath right before you put it on him, still yelping and closing his eyes but not moving this time.

“Thank you, now try to rest for a little, I’ll make you something to eat. Chicken soup sound good?”

Without moving an inch, Chan tried to look up at you through the compress that was blocking his view, and only managed to do a thumbs up and say “sounds great”

You planted a kiss on his cheek before leaving, asking him to let you know if he needed anything.

After a little while, you entered your bedroom holding a tray with a big biwl of soup and some mini breads, that way the medicine wouldn’t make your boyfriend’s stomach upset.

You set the tray down on your night table, then slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, gently placing your hand on his abdomen.

“Chan? Babe?”

He abruptly woke up from his slumber, supporting himself on his elbows with the compress hanging over one of his eyes.

“What? Yeah? I’m up, what’s- I’m up”

You chuckled at how confused he looked.

“You fell asleep for a little bit, it’s okay” You told him, now both of your hands on his body, trying to get him to relax.

“I got you some soup, but I’m gonna need you to sit up, okay? please?”

He mumbled in agreement and quickly rested his back against the headboard once more.

“I was resting my eyes for a minute” he said removing the now warm compress from his face

“Seems like the meds kicked in pretty hard, huh? Careful, it’s hot” you said as you placed the tray in front of him, above his legs. Then took the compress from his hand and placed it in the bowl full of ice water.

“They better, got lots to do before the next comeback”

You hummed in disapproval “well, if you rest properly I’m sure you’ll be ready”

“By properly you mean only tonight, yeah?”

“You’re on thin ice, Bang”

“Oh come on, I told you it’s not that bad. I’m sure it’s just like a mild cold or something” he said taking a spoonful of soup, then yelping at how hot it was.

“Told you it was hot”

“Thought you meant I waz hot” tongue hanging out of his mouth from the burn

You laughed throwing your head back “Oh lord, take it as karma for not wanting to rest for a couple more days”

He took a sip of his water then grabbed the spoon once more to take another spoonful of his chicken soup.

“Blow it” you reminded him, and regretted saying it as soon as the words left your mouth, closing your eyes.

“Babe, I’d love to but I’m sick you know?”

“I MEANT BLOW ON YOUR SOUP YOU LITTLE SHIT”

His laugh filled the room, body shaking with amusement as your hands covered your face in a mix of frustration and laughter.

Once his laughter died down, you looked at him fondly, watching him carefully eat his soup.

You talked a bit more about this and that. Then you took his plate and tray away from him so he could rest properly now.

Back in your bedroom, you put on your pajamas and got a clean t-shirt on the bedside table, hoping chan’s fever would break in the middle of the night. You let him know where it was so he could change into it later.

You laid on your side of the bed, propped on one of your arms, you checked Chan’s cold compress and took it from him, putting it in the bowl. While you waited for it to get cold, you pressed your cheek to you boyfriend’s, who was taken aback by your action and tried to move away, afraid of getting you sick with whatever he had.

“Relax, I’m just checking how warm you are”

“Oh here I was thinking you just wanted to take advantage of an ill person” voice a little hoarser than before

“Me? Nah. I mean, I guess I could but you’re too tired to do anything”

He chuckled “I’m not too tired. I just don’t wanna get you sick, babe”

“Oh, but I am sick”

He looked at you puzzled, eyebrows knitting together and guilt spreading quickly across his face

“What?”

“yeah, sick of your shit” you burst into silent laughter at your silly dad joke, grabbing your own belly with one arm and hitting chan’s arm with the other

“should’ve seen it coming” slowly joining you with his own giggles

Once the laughter died down, you reached for the cold compress in the bowl.

“Okay, I’m putting a new washcloth on, babe”

Chan grimaced in anticipation and said okay. You counted to 3 then set the compress on his forehead. And yes, he did yelp again.

You couldn’t help but giggle, he looked cute with his rosey cheeks and a white little towel on his face. You planted a few kisses on his cheek before laying on his chest. Chan took the arm that was resting under your head and started caressing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey. Thank you for today, I appreciate it.” he squeezed your arm as he said it

“It’s alright, babe. I like taking care of you”

“You’re lying”

“I am”

You both chuckled at the last joke of the night. You said your I love you’s before closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland.

Chan was an awful, stubborn, terrible patient even, but he was yours and you’d take care of him for as long as you could.

Hope you liked it!

#Bang Chan #Chan #Christopher #Christopher Bang Chan #Chris Banhg #Stray kids #SKZ #Channie #Bang Chan x Reader #Chan x Reader #Chris Bang #fluff #Bang chan fluff #sick bang chan #kpop #K-pop #Bang chan fic #Felix

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 09 - High Heels & Cunnilingus]

Pairing: service sub!Yoongi x soft domme!Reader

Kinks: high heel kink, foot & leg worship, cunnilingus on the couch, gentle hair pulling, overstimulation (f.receiving) because he can’t stop eating her out, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), kneeling, subby boy tears, praise, sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: making this header hurt me on so many levels. It’s the fact that yoongi either kneels or is tied up in every second thing he appears in that does it for me. enjoy besties, we are all suffering here 💚

Yoongi is glued to you, arms around your waist and face nuzzled into your chest. With your high heels on, you manage to tower over him just enough that he can comfortably tilt his head to bury his face in your chest. Which he currently very successfully does. In the middle of the elevator where every second, another person could walk in. 

“What are you doing?” you ask him in a chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. 

"You're so tall", he mumbles into your boobs.

"It's the shoes", you say, shifting on the floor a little. 

Yoongi follows you, tugging you close.

"Don't go please", he whines, "you smell so good."

"Gosh baby, what's gotten into you? We're in public", you say in a laugh, ruffling his long hair at the back. 

He merely whines and buries his face deeper into your boobs, hands running up and down your butt and lower back. 

It is rare to have your boyfriend be so publicly needy for you. Yoongi is a very shy and private man and he wouldn’t dare to embarrass you (and himself) by acting clingy in places where other people could see it. He is way too shy for that. So to have him basically smother himself with your boobs while his hands are groping your butt is new yet exciting. 

"Are you drunk, baby?" you ask him.

"No", Yoongi shakes his head, using the opportunity to bury himself even deeper, "so soft. You’re so soft", he mumbles, squeezing your butt at the same time as he kisses your boobs.

"Jesus, baby", you laugh, trying and failing to flee him, "calm down, gosh baby what are you doing?"

Yoongi whines your name, chasing you, "please don’t go."

The elevator dings and opens, revealing your floor to you.

"Well, we gotta. That’s our stop", you say, patting his butt, "get your clingy booty moving."

Yoongi follows with a pout, hugging your arm and resting his cheek against it. You sneak a glance at him, realising that he is gazing up at you. 

"What?" you ask him fondly.

"You're so tall", he says and rubs his cheek against you like a cuddly cat, even going so far as to close his eyes. 

"You're so cute", you say, leading the way with your clingy boyfriend by your side and your high heels clicking on the floor. 

You and Yoongi were on a date tonight. Dinner in one of your city's finest restaurants and later dance in a private jazz club owned by your shared friend Taehyung. There was no extraordinary reason for your date night, you simply loved going out together. In your seven years and five months together not one monthly date night has been missed out on and they were always so much fun. 

You decided to dress especially nice tonight. Yoongi went with a suit and bowtie combination while you chose a dress and your prettiest high heels. Quite frankly, if you hadn't had ten detailed text messages by Taehyung telling you just how much he worked his butt off to get you and Yoongi on the guestlist, you probably would have had ripped that suit off of him before the date night could have even started. He looks so good in it and he smells heavenly too, wearing his most expensive perfume just for you. 

You fumble with your keycard, looking at Yoongi who is trying to grind into you. He seems to like your outfit too, judging by how needy he is acting ever since you arrived at your apartment complex.

"Baby, let me work. I can't open the door when you’re like this", you tell him.

"Hurry up please", he begs, caressing your tummy with desperate hands. 

"I seriously don’t know what’s gotten into you. You weren’t that touchy during our dance", you mumble to which Yoongi merely huffs out air and then hugs your arm to begin kissing your skin. You are covered in goosebumps instantly, feeling shivers run down your spine. 

Beep.

The door finally opens. You push it open, stumbling into the apartment now that Yoongi is holding onto you so tightly. 

"Baby please", you laugh, "give me space."

Yoongi whines and chases you, taking your hands into his. He nudges the door close and falls in synch with it locking automatically. His knees hit the ground in a low thud, his lips are kissing your knuckles instantly.

"What are you doing?" you gasp, gawking down at him with widened eyes and slightly weak knees. 

"I can't take it anymore", he rasps, gazing up at you. His hands are shaking as he is holding your own, fingers feeling just slightly damp. 

"What can't you take anymore?"

"All of it. Everything. You", he answers you, "I'm a fucking mess. I, I can’t think straight. I wanna serve you so bad."

"Damn", you get out and gulp, shifting on the floor just to press your legs together once. 

"Please", he begs, squeezing your hands as he rests his forehead against them with squeezed shut eyes, "please can I serve you tonight, my goddess?" 

If you weren’t so goddamn into how he acts right now, you probably would have swooned in utter excitement. He is so hot like this, you can barely even breathe.

You straighten your back, lift your head proudly.

"Yes. You can serve me tonight", you allow him, forcing a shuddering laugh through him.

"Thank you, god thank you", he croaks, kissing your knuckles before falling into a deep bow before your feet, "thank you so much. I'm in your debt, my goddess."

"You're so hot", you whisper to yourself, gazing down at him with a fluttering heart. You place one foot out in front of his head, "show your gratitude." 

Yoongi follows happily, placing his hands on your ankle softly as he lowers his lips to your shoe to kiss it. 

"Thank you", he says in a terribly raspy voice, kissing your shoe a second time, "thank you so much." 

"That's hot", you mumble, feeling yourself heating up in arousal. Yoongi never kissed your feet, let alone shoes, before. He kissed your knuckles before and kneeled every now and then, but never before did you have the privilege of watching him kiss your shoes. You feel so adored and desirable, stomach tingling in excitement.

Yoongi moves on to your other foot without you even having to tell him. He caresses your ankle and kisses the tip of your high heel. 

"Thank you", he presses out, exhaling shakily, "I'm so goddamn grateful", he croaks, kissing a path up from your shoe until he has your instep under his lips. 

He whimpers softly, visibly squeezing his thighs together as his lips continue to kiss your instep. 

"I'm serious, this is so hot", you tell him, feeling the need to rub your own thighs together.

Yoongi lifts his head just enough that he can look up at you. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks rosy and the tip of his button nose blushed. His lips look so rosy too, pouty and parted as they so often are when he gazes at you. 

He looks so tiny now that he is kneeling in front of you. Tiny, but also so confidently happy to be here. 

"You're so beautiful, my goddess", he whispers, "so goddamn beautiful", he sighs, lowering himself to your other foot just to kiss his way up from your high heel to your instep. 

"So hot", you whisper, "I didn’t even know you like my shoes so much."

"I love them", he says and whimpers, "I'm so into them. They’re my fave."

"They are? You are?" you gasp.

Yoongi lifts himself, now sitting on the floor on his knees but with his booty stuck out and his hands propped up in perfect posture. 

"I, I have a kink for them", he confesses confidently even if his cheeks are burning up.

"You-" you swallow what you wanted to say, squatting down in front of him just to squish his cheeks and pull him into a kiss. 

Yoongi moans softly, butt lifting off his heels just slightly as he is chasing you. His hands ache to reach up and hold you, but he doesn’t dare to move out of the position, using his head to kiss you back so good. 

He would have kissed you for hours if you didn’t break the kiss to trace his lips.

"Seven years with you and you never told me", you say.

"It's a new thing. I think. I can’t stop thinking about it. You in heels I mean. You’re taller than me and your legs look so sexy. It’s, it’s so hot."

"You're seriously so hot", you say, getting lost in his pretty eyes.

“You…you’re not weird out, are you?” he asks quietly, “I, I didn’t wanna tell you at first because I know it’s really wei-“

“Sssh”, you silence him, pressing your finger against his lips.

Yoongi parts them, gazing at you with his eyes slightly widened in awe.

“You are the hottest man ever. This is not weird, this is so hot”, you assure him, making Yoongi widen his eyes even more, but this time in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yes, really”, you say, giving his soft cheek a kiss, before standing up again, "follow me, the entrance hall is so cold. It’s no place to be kinky”, you say, offering him your hand to stand up.

Yoongi takes it gladly, allowing you to pull him to his feet and into your body. He squeaks, looking so out of it from the sheer fact that you are taller than him and used so much strength on him.

“You’re right”, you say, looking down at him, “it is hot that you’re smaller than me.”

“Fuck, darling”, he presses out, hiding away in your chest, “I’m a mess, such a mess.”

“Heh”, you kiss the crown of his head, “follow me, let’s go somewhere comfy.”

Yoongi follows gladly, letting you drag him to your living room as he is trying his hardest not to stop nuzzling your boobs. Normally you take off your shoes in your apartment, but for tonight you decide against it. Yoongi is so into them and quite frankly you are into how into it he is. He falls back onto his knees the moment you sit down on the couch, hands landing on his lap and eyes gazing up at you.

"That's better", you sigh, looking down at him, "keep going”, you order, presenting your legs to him by pulling up your dress.

Yoongi moans gratefully, lowering his lips back to your feet. He kisses the shoe first, letting out the neediest sounds now that his little secret is finally out in the open. It feels so good to know that he can be so openly horny for your shoes now. You seriously mess with his mind. All night long he watched you have fun and look so beautiful in your clothes, all night long you towered over him and he had to get on his tiptoes for a kiss and Yoongi has had enough. All he wants to do – needs to do – is serve you. This is all he can think about.  Worship you and serve you just like your deserve.

“So beautiful, you’re so beautiful”, he whispers, running his hands up and down your calves to memorise every inch of them for later.

“Mhhm that’s so nice”, you praise.

Yoongi lifts his head with a soft mewl, gazing up at you with waiting eyes.

“Can..can I kiss your legs too?” he asks quietly.

“Of course you can. Gosh, look at you, always so polite”, you say with a fond smile.

Yoongi flusters, lowering his eyes shyly, “thank you so much, my goddess”, he says, lifting your right foot just to guide it to his lips. He kisses your ankle, running his thumb over your skin in a loving caress. You have the softest skin. He loves the feeling of it so much.

Yoongi trails his kisses up along the inner side of your calf, guiding his lips with his fingers. He stops when he reaches your knee, lifting his gaze to check on you.

You are watching him with a fond, little smile, eyes half-lidded and sparkling in arousal. He giggles quietly in both happiness and giddiness, closing his eyes to get lost in the feeling of you.

Kissing your inner thighs is so hard for him. Not because he doesn’t like it, but because he loves it so much that his slacks become so terribly tight around his cock. He needs you so much. You are all that’s running in his mind.

“So warm”, he murmurs shakily, “so goddamn beautiful.”

Your breathing has sped up by now, your tummy is tingling. Yoongi’s lips are so soft on your skin, leaving kisses and the occasional gentle suck, messing with your mind because of it. Oh how you want him just a little further up your body. One little change of position and you could have him buried between your legs and lips soaked in your pleasure. The thought is stealing your breath and scrambling your brain.

Yoongi trails his kisses further up your thigh, his raised body heat swirls over your clothed pussy. You chase it with a roll of your hips, making Yoongi look up at you again.

“Am I doing good?” he asks.

“So good”, you say, reaching down to twist his hair carefully.

Yoongi moans softly, closing his eyes in bliss. It feels so good when you play with his hair.

“You’re such a good boy, I’m so wet because of you”, you rasp, forcing Yoongi’s eyes to flutter open again.

“Goddess”, he moans, gripping your hips. His touch is strong and desperate. He whines, lowering his head just to bury it in your tummy right above your pussy. Like this, his lips are ghosting over your soaked panties.

You chase him, rolling your hips up. His lips brush against you, leaving you aching for more. The touch was so gentle, oh you want more.

“I want to taste you so bad”, Yoongi confesses, inhaling shakily, “you smell so good. So warm.”

“Fuck, don’t tease”, you rasp, chasing him again, “take off my panties, go on.”

Yoongi nods his head and hooks his fingers in them. He pulls them down with your help, going slow and with his eyes locked on your face. You stepping out them makes him shift his gaze down however, brows furrowing in desperation. They are pooling right by your feet, getting stepped on by your high heels.

“Holy shit, oh god I’m so turned on”, Yoongi presses out, lowering his head to your left foot to kiss it almost sloppily, "I'm so needy, so ah."

He truly is so sloppy, trailing wet and needy kisses up your calf with the most desperate sounds vibrating in his chest.

“I’m dizzy”, he says, “you drive me insane”, he adds, moaning needily just as he swirls his tongue along your inner thigh, ending it with a soft suck to your skin.

You are writhing, parting your legs as far as possible.

“You too”, you get out, “fuck baby hurry up, my pussy’s so wet.”

“So wet”, Yoongi repeats, looking at her with blown-out pupils, “you’re so wet. Oh goddess, I wanna drown in you”, he rasps, burying himself between your legs with his eager tongue sticking out.

“Ah”, you moan, throwing your head back instantly, “yes baby, yes.”

Yoongi growls and moans, using his head to grind his tongue over your pussy. His voice vibrates against your clit, his tongue feels so wet and warm.

“Shit, ah”, you gasp, chasing him in needy rolls of your hips, “you r-really wanted this, didn’t you?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi talks against your pussy, voice muffled by it, “wanted it so bad. You taste so goddamn good”, he says and buries himself back in your pussy, taking your clit between his lips just to suck on her. Electricity shoots through your veins. He is so rough with it, so goddamn into you.

“Fuck seriously”, you whisper, dropping your head against the backrest of the couch, “keep going, keep fucking going.”

Yoongi growls into you, releasing your clit to instead lick your pussy sloppily. It makes the wettest sounds, filling the living room with it. Your moans and Yoongi’s hungry growls join them too and together they drown out the annoying blabbering of your neighbour’s television. He is an older gentleman already, so naturally he watched telly louder, but goddamn sometimes he is way too loud. Tonight you don’t mind. Having a loud television blasting above you means you don’t have to hold back and you fucking love that shit. Yoongi’s so goddamn good at what he does and being able to moan as loudly as you want to really gives you that extra kick of pleasure.

Yoongi loves it too, soaking up your loud moans like an addict while his tongue laps at your entrance for more of your taste. You become especially yummy after a night out. Something about you having fun and gradually becoming needier for him gives you that distinct addictive taste and Yoongi fucking loves it. He ends up eating your oussy on most date nights because of how much he loves it.

He runs his hands down your legs until he has the faint hint of your high heels under his fingertips. He squeezes your feet, sobbing into your pussy from how good he feels.

“Okay wow”, you get out, “woah, woah, okay s-stay there”, you order and moan deliciously, having your hips tilted just slightly to present yourself to him.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, keeping his head still to continue swirling his tongue along the upper part of your clit.

“That spot feels so nice tonight”, you sigh, writhing in bliss.

Yoongi whimpers, furrowing his brows. He loves this so much. Being of service to you is what he lives for. Sometimes he jokes that his perfect life would be as your personal servant and sometimes, just sometimes, he actually means it. Being your servant is so nice. It makes him feel so useful and loved and good. When he can devote all of his attention to you, Yoongi feels so soft and warm in his chest. Tonight he feels incredibly needy on top of that. Not only because your pussy tastes like heaven but because he can caress your feet while he is tasting you.

You have the prettiest feet. Yoongi dances his fingers down your insteps, tracing the edge of the high heel. Sturdy leather but the edge was refined to be soft against the skin.

“It’s so fucking good”, he rasps breathily, gasping for air just once before devoting himself to your clit again. Quick flicks, soft sucks and fast swirls. Yoongi knows what you like from all the countless times he found himself between your legs. Seven years and five months and Yoongi swears he loves it more and more each day. Maybe you’re like fine wine, getting better with age.

He chuckles at his stupid thought.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Nothing”, he says, “I had a dumb thought.”

“Wanna share it with me?”

“It’s just…you’re like fine wine, you get better with age.”

“Pfff, Yoongi come on”, you whine and cackle, “that’s so stupid, why are you even thinking that now?”

“I don’t know. I’m so dumb sometimes”, he says, resting his cheek on your thigh to gaze up at you.

You share silence where you simply gaze at each other. You trace his pretty features and he caresses your feet. Being together is truly so wonderful.

“I’m really happy”, he is the one to break the silence, talking with his cheek squished against your thigh, “thank you for, you know, accepting my weird kink.”

“Hush, stop calling it weird. It’s hot”, you say, nudging his cheek, “now keep going before you talk even more untrue stuff.”

He chuckles, “message received”, he says and moves his head back between your legs. He wastes no time, finding your favourite spot instantly.

“Yes, god that’s better. Such a good boy for me, such a good boy”, you praise, running your fingers through his soft hair.

Yoongi falls back into his favourite headspace instantly, closing his eyes in bliss. He is your good boy. There is nothing better in the world than being your good boy. He is glowing in happiness, pouring his all into his licks.

You react with an arch of your back and your fingers tugging at his hair softly. Not enough to hurt him, but still enough to make his scalp tingle and his brain scramble. He has such a sensitive scalp, always had, and he loves it so much when you play with his hair.

“Yoongi wait, the angle’s a little weird”, you stop him.

“What can I do?” he asks, waiting for you instructions.

“Does your shoulder hurt tonight?”

“No”, he rolls it, “why?”

“Because…” you lift your legs to place them over his shoulders, shimmying down the sofa to get more comfortable, “…I wanna do that”, you say, closing your eyes in preparation of what was to come.

Yoongi swears that he spills a tear or two this moment.

“I fucking love you”, he croaks, hiding away between your legs, “thank you, thank you so much”, he chants between his sloppy licks.

“Mhhhm so much better”, you keen above him, feeling your senses scramble. Yoongi can reach your pussy so well in this position. You are so open and exposed that his tongue has so many more spots to explore and worship.

And Yoongi does it with expertise, running his strong hands up and down your legs and moaning into you in total bliss.

“Fuck that’s so good”, you moan, “is it good for you too? Shoulder okay?”

“So fucking good”, he assures you, “put your weight on it, it’s fine.”

You relax your legs, “just…say…when, ah, it gets too..much”, speaking is hard when Yoongi is sucking on your clit with such vigour.

He purrs, nodding his head. It forces your clit to slip free, but that doesn’t stop him from worshipping it with his tongue instead, giving your legs a needy massage. It is in moments like tonight when Yoongi shows you that his normally so gentle hands are secretly filled with strength. You fucking love that shit, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten the more those seconds stretch into minutes.

Every touch of his hands, every swirl of his tongue, every vibration of his moans. All of it together is just so incredible. Pair it with Yoongi looking like a complete snack and acting like the sweetest cutie the entire night and you know that your high isn’t far away anymore.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, you let him know, tugging at his hair softly, “hear me?”

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding his head. He concentrates his licks to your clit, letting his eyes flit up to gaze at you. You look so beautiful with your face glowing in pleasure and your lips parted. Yoongi loves that view so much, squeezing your thighs between his long fingers. He growls softly and swirls his tongue over your clit.

“Ah!” you gasp, tensing up, “ah, okay n-now.”

Your high starts in your clit before spreading to your pussy and taking the rest of your body by storm. Hot and deep, it runs through you, making your legs feel like jelly on his shoulders.

Yoongi moans right with you, licking you through your shakes and fucking the air in search for any kind of friction.

“W-wait what, what are you doing?” you stutter, gawking down at him when he doesn’t stop, “baby what..ah what are you  d-doing?”

Yoongi mewls, nuzzling into you aggressively. He places the flat of his tongue on your pussy, using his head to grind it against you quickly.

“Fuuck what are you- ah”, you gasp and pull a grimace of agony, “Yoongi sensitive.”

He purrs deeply, gripping your hips to hold them still. His tongue flicks over your clit, having an easy time reaching it now that it is so swollen from your high. It pulsates under his tongue, feeling so sensitive that you actually have to twist Yoongi’s hair for any kind of support.

“You fucking- hah”, you laugh panickedly, throwing your head back, “I’m gonna f-fight you, fuck.”

You have already figured out what exactly his little charade should be. Yoongi wants to make you cum a second time, ignoring the fact that he is overstimulating the fuck out of you. He knows that he can get you there. There is this small window of opportunity where he can get you to cum again just seconds after your first high. And because Yoongi knows your body better than his own, he knew exactly what he was doing when he kept grinding his tongue against you right after your high.

“Sensitive, I’m so sensitive”, you croak, bucking your hips up and smothering him in the process.

Yoongi doesn’t care, holding your hips safely while keeping his tongue against your clit tightly. Not long now, your legs are shaking so much. He can feel your heels against his back, tearing up because of it. He is so happy.

“Yoongi urgh”, you groan, squeezing out tears yourself, “you fuck- now, ah!”

Yoongi welcomes your high with deep moans, swallowing everything you give him with utter gratefulness. Fuck, you taste so good.

“Holy fuck, oh baby”, you squeak out, convulsing on his tongue if you wanted to or not. You know that you are currently squirting all over his face, but that’s what he gets if he forces you to another orgasm. Greedy boys get wet showers, that’s the deal and you both signed that fucking contract happily and in capital letters.

Yoongi finally stops with his madness once you stop twitching and screaming for him. He whimpers, kissing your pussy with trembling lips and his red cheeks wet in both his tears and your high. His hands begin caressing your legs again, trembling so incredibly much.

“Damn”, you manage to get out then you feel way too weak to speak, slacking to the side with your head heavy.

Yoongi lifts his head, licking his lips before wiping it with his hand.

“Did I”, he sniffles, “did I do a good job?” he asks.

“Come up here”, you order him.

Yoongi obeys, placing your legs on the couch so you can rest on your side comfortably. Then he climbs on top of the sofa, claiming the emptiness between your arms as his’. You squeeze him against your chest for one big hug, nuzzling your face into the mess of his hair.

“You were the best boy ever”, you praise him.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, turning oh so limp and soft in relief. He snuggles into your boobs, draping his arm around your waist to be even closer to you.

“But also really greedy”, you say and giggle, “you really wanted that second orgasm, didn’t you? Like goddamn, I was fighting for my life there, young man.”

“Sorry, it felt so good. Love making you cum”, he murmurs, sneaking a glance up at you as best as possible, “are you angry at me now?”

“No of course not”, you assure him, caressing his forehead, “you’re my bestest boy, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah”, he whispers, cheeks glowing rosy. He lowers his eyes and hides back in your boobs, finding comfort that way.

You sigh happily, resting your cheek against his head and closing your eyes. You are so dizzy and droopy and happy. 

"Thank you so much, I love worshipping you", Yoongi whispers.

"I have to thank you. You always make me feel so good", you say to which he mewls happily and grinds into you like a happy cat.

"Aww is your cock hard?" you coo, now that he is poking your leg with it.

"Yeah. It’s so hard", he says with a pout in his voice. 

"Do you want me to take care of it?"

"Maybe?" he whispers, making you laugh fondly.

"Oh come here you. I'll treat you so well", you say, attacking him with tickling kisses. 

Yoongi laughs, holding you close as you smother him with your love.

Truly, being with each other is the best thing in your lives.

#yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi scenario #yoongi oneshot #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #sub!yoongi #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #sub!bangtan #fanfic: kinktober22

[seoksgrl]

a little party never killed nobody, 1 : bts rich!bts x rich!reader

tws: implied smut, oral (m receiving)

m.list next

Taehyung always likes it when you make a show of wiping your smudged lipstick after blowing him in the boy’s toilets. Missing class is a small, insignificant price to pay when your boyfriend gives you that signature smirk that seems to light a fire between your legs. He loves the way your private university uniform clings to your ass when you kneel down in front of him, and he makes no attempt to quell his harsh gasps and deep groans whenever he hits deep at the back of your throat. His fist in your hair and his dark eyes watching you beneath a fringe of blonde hair is all you need to put the extra effort into pleasing him. Skipping lectures has become your favourite activity lately. 

“Jesus, baby,” He grunts, catching his breath as his hand drops from where he’d been gripping your hair with white-knuckle force, your scalp aching almost as much as the spot between your legs. His cheeks are flushed with relief, and his hair stuck to his temple, a little damp from the moisture gathered there, “You’re so good to me,”

A sharp, fleeting pinprick of panic runs through you before you push it to the back of your mind, the smile that had momentarily slipped from your face replaced with a pout, playing the perfect part of the good girl that your boyfriend finds so irresistible. 

“Get up here so I can have a taste of that sweet - “

“Are you two done fucking in there? I gotta take a dump,” A familiar, unwelcome voice as you yelping, hardly unaccustomed to being caught in compromising positions by your friends, but still startled by it. With a roll of your eyes, you stand, adjusting your skirt and now-uncomfortable underwear. 

“Fuck off, Yoongi,” 

“Don't be a bitch just cause you didn’t get off,” He calls through the stall door, and Taehyung just manages to finish zipping up his slacks when you flip the latch and open it to find your black-haired cousin smirking at you, “While I’d love to let my uncle’s goody two shoes daughter deep throat her boyfriend on the bathroom floor, I ate something nasty from the cafeteria and I need the two of you to vacate the area,”

With a hand on your waist and a middle finger planted in Yoongi’s dumbass face, the two of you leave the boy’s toilets and step into the empty corridor. It’s no more than two seconds before you feel your boyfriend’s fingers trail along the back of your thigh, dipping barely underneath the hem of your skirt, barely long enough to pass the campus’ uniform policy.

“I can take care of you here, classes don’t switch over for another fifteen minutes,” You feel rather than see Taehyung’s grin on the back of your neck and sigh, wishing you could do nothing more than to give into his tempting touch. 

Turning to face him, Tae’s hand moves to rest on your hip, his eyes glassy and relaxed from either the pills you caught him taking just before he swiped you out of the line for your class, or from his recent orgasm. Either way, he looks sexy as hell, and hard to resist, “If my pain in the ass cousin hadn’t totally killed the mood, I’d be more than happy to take you up on your offer,” you press a kiss to his lips, his hand tightening it’s hold on your hip, fingers pressing into your skin, just bordering on painful, but it only makes you throb deep below your belly button, “but I have an assignment I need to finish, seen as there's no point in me going to class now,”

“You really wanna spend your free period hunched over a book when you could be bent over a table?”

His words send a shiver running through you, but you have to stick to your guns. If you fail to get this assignment done, your professor will be on your ass about it all weekend. And you need to let loose at the cabin, “Hmm, very tempting, but I can't,”

“You're no fun,” He grins down at you, leaning in to kiss you anyway, softer than before now the haze of lust was beginning to fade. 

Walking you to the locker, you grab a few of your things, taking the quiet moment between classes to admire the silence of the boarding school you’ve spent the last two years. Coming from wealthy parents with more money than time when it came down to raising their children, you were a tender fourteen years old when your parents enrolled you at boarding school, so you’ve become accustomed to living in dorms and walking through the academic halls of whatever old building you move onto next. Shipped off with a tiny pink suitcase, you settled in quicker than expected once you met your friends, your cousin Yoongi introducing you to his circle soon after your arrival. Together with him and the rest of your friendship group forged at that first boarding school, you moved to Silver Oak University. Being members of the richest families in the country, your circle of nine has stuck together through the years, founding your own little club born out of popularity and, of course, money. 

Money makes the world go round, and despite your intelligence, you’re more than aware of the fact that your life will be comfortable no matter how you spent your time on campus. Whether it be pissing away your grades and allowance like Jeongguk and Jimin, or powering through your studies in business or economics like Namjoon, you have the luxury of freedom. However, you choose to meet in the middle; keeping your grades high enough so you don't engage your parents in rare, stale conversations about your future, and letting loose when you need to. Dabbling in illicit activities comes with your place in society, and your hierarchy on campus. You and Taehyung are somewhat of a popular couple, and with that popularity comes pressure. 

And rich people only have a few vices when it comes to releasing pressure: gambling, drugs and sex. And, you have indulged in all three during your time on campus. 

“I have class,” Taehyung murmurs into the back of your neck, his hands spanning the space of your waist, “I’ll see you later,”

Spinning around, books in hand, you grin up at him, noses bumping briefly before your lips find each other again. The familiar rush of feet in the corridors came just as Taehyung groans and presses you back into the lockers with a thud, forced to pull back as the corridors start to fill up. “I’ll see you at lunch, baby,” 

Taehyung nods, his hand softly swatting your behind before he pulls away and begins walking towards his class. You watch him, eyes locked on his back before they drift towards another figure in the corridor. Your smile falls from your lips, landing as a heavy lump in your gut, and you nod a greeting towards Hoseok before you turn around to lock your belongings back up and shuffling through the crowd towards the library. 

Watching your back, Hoseok sighs in frustration and runs a hand through his hair, smiling at Taehyung as he stops to talk to him.

The lodge owned by your family was the scene of many parties during your time at boarding school and, now, at university. An hour long drive from the campus, and over three hours away from your parents, it’s a great place to take part in the debauchery and mayhem that often follows your group of friends. 

When the parties escalate, crowds of classmates and socialites from neighbouring cities coming to join the fun, the remote location means nobody calls the cops. Though you’re secure in the fact that Jimin’s mother is secretly fucking the chief of police, preventing them from actually accepting any complaints that come their way, unless - as Jimin had put it the first time - the chief wants his wife to find out. Not above casual manipulation in order to get what you want, the group often takes advantage of your status and the collective wealth of your families. 

Decked out in the latest gadgets, stocked floor to ceiling with beer and alcohol, the get together is ready to begin - though tonight, it’s a quiet get together with friends. Being that the nine of you are rarely seen apart and that you happen to be the most popular people on campus, many other students at the school yearn to be a part of your little group. For years, Jimin and Taehyung had been at the centre of finding impressionable students who were eager to be included, and you would all put them through ridiculous initiations until they inevitably backed out and left. It always remains the nine of you - and you’re pretty confident in the fact that things will never change, hence why you allow the latest recruit to be brought to the lodge. 

“He’s a junior,” Your best friend Mina informs you, perched on the counter in the kitchen where you begin fixing yourself a drink, “Cute, excitable. Depending on what the guys decide to do with him, maybe he could be a refreshing addition,”

“Now, you know full well that kid will be screaming for the hills within an hour,” You snort, pouring yourself a shot of tequila alongside your rum and coke, “This is Jimin and Tae we’re talking about. They like to have their fun,”

Mina shrugs, oddly quiet about the whole situation. Your week has been too rough to care, however, and you throw your head back as the liquor scorches a path down your throat. You wince, slamming the shot glass on the marble counter and popping a slice of lemon in your mouth.

“Here are my girls,” Jimin’s voice bellows as he enters the room, his arms outstretched and a grin on his face as he walks towards the two of you. With Mina looking a little awkward as Jimin approaches, once more you ponder on what had happened between them. Jimin and Mina always had a little thing going on between them - Jimin always called them fuck buddies, but the way Mina has been acting since her trip to France makes you wonder if she’d caught feelings along the way.

After wrapping her in a hug, he walks over to you, orange hair bright as a flame, “Ready to ruin this kid’s life?”

“He’s a baby,” You chuckle, slapping Jimin on the chest before burrowing into his familiar embrace, “Don’t go too hard on him. He probably won’t even stick around,”

“Not if he’s smart,” Taehyung enters soon after, brandishing a bag which is promptly settled on the counter. His sly smirk finds you, along with a wink, and you preen under his attention while he unpacks a few of his essentials; aka, as many drugs as he could sneak out before his dad saw him.

Taehyung is the only one of the group not born into money - his father had become a politician when he was a toddler, quickly smashing through the polls and making it into a pretty high-ranking role in government. If his only child was caught with illicit substances, his career would be trashed. Along with what little exists of Taehyung’s father-son relationship. 

Jimin, on the other hand, is just like you. His parents are wealthy socialites; years of good breeding and multiple high-profile connections means your friend is currently heir to a multi-million dollar empire. Not that he acts like it; Jimin is currently on his way to fucking every person in the country, likely the world, if his mile high activities are any indication. You’ve lost count of how many air stewardesses he’s seduced within a two hour flight home and back. According to him, it’s the only reason he doesn’t use the family jet. 

Despite their different backgrounds, Jimin and Taehyung are the closest of the friend group, and take major roles in planning most of the parties and get-togethers held at the lodge. They’re also usually the cause for things getting rowdy - they like to party, just like any other guy their age. It's just that they have the money to take things a step further. 

“How long until the others arrive?” Mina asks, and Taehyung glances at her, and then you, before replying.

“Hobi and Joon are just pulling up outside. Jeongguk is on his way with Seokjin,”

Your chest tightens a little, though you shake it off, smiling at Taehyung who’s had his eyes fixed on you this whole time. The look in his eye tells you he intends to finish what the two of you started earlier today sooner rather than later. Sipping at your drink, you meet his heated gaze with one of your own, moments away from walking over and suggesting the two of you head to your room when four broad figures turn into the kitchen. 

“What’s up fuckers? Let’s get this shit started,” Jeongguk hoots and hollers, pulling the cork off what you can only assume is some expensive-as-shit tequila and tipping the bottle to his lips as Joon and Seokjin follow close behind. The last person to enter the room speaks, and you let your eyes fall on Hoseok, his eyes finding yours before quickly looking away. Once more, guilt flames in your gut and you swallow a hearty mouthful of rum and coke before he speaks to Tae. 

“Goes without saying that Kook started partying way before the rest of us,”

Mina laughs, her shoulder bumping Jimin’s before she moves slightly closer to you instead, “Did you even go to class today?”

Jeongguk scoffs, setting his bottle down on the counter to rummage in the pocket of his leather jacket, “Fuck no. I needed to procure the goods for tonight,” he finishes his reply by brandishing a small bag of white powder, the guys cheering in a chorus of laughter and spilled alcohol. He saunters over to Mina, pouring a little of the powder on the back of his hand, “Eat up, pretty girl,”

Mina giggles, leaning forward to sniff up the coke from Kook’s hand, and you can’t help but let curiosity get the better of you, glancing over at Jimin as his jaw clenches slightly, his fingers gripping the neck of his bottle of beer before he takes a long swig. 

Hoseok approaches, keeping a wide bearth from you before he’s forced within your space by Jeongguk jostling Mina around in a playful dance. His arm brushes your stomach and he flinches like you burnt him, “Sorry,” he murmurs, unable to look at you, and for good reason, because you can’t look at him either. You step aside, allowing him to fix a drink as you walk to Taehyung.

Your hand smooths over his back, “Hey, baby,”

His dark eyes flick over to you, and he stares for a second or two before he smiles. His pupils are wide, dilated and glassy, so you know he’s already taken something, “Hey, how was class?”

“Boring,” You lean in close, your teeth grazing his ear as you speak, “spent my whole business seminar wondering how many times you’re gonna make me come tonight,”

He huffs a harsh laugh, his body turning so he can lay his large hands on either side of your waist, “Oh, you have no fucking idea, baby,”

He drops his face into the crook of your neck, his teeth biting the sensitive skin there, hard enough to have a sharp shock of lust racing through the pit of your stomach. You smile, head lolling a little before you open your eyes to find Hoseok watching the two of you over his drink. You swallow hard, turning away and pulling free from Taehyung’s embrace. He frowns slightly, a bemused smile on his lips, but you kiss him before he can ask questions. By the time you’re done, he’s high on you just as much as whatever pill he popped. 

Seokjin and Namjoon join in with the rest of you, making themselves a few drinks and doing a couple lines of the high quality coke Jeongguk brought. You settle for a joint for now as Yoongi emerges from upstairs, one already rolled for you. You like the soft high that marijuana can give you, and knowing your plans with Tae later, you don’t like fucking when you’re too far gone. Tae, however, loves it, and you know he gets extra mean and nasty with you once he’s popped a couple pills. The thought makes you shiver. 

Jeongguk pauses the chatter that’s fallen amongst the group, a wicked smile on his face, and you already know what he’s about to say before he speaks, lifting his phone to show the screen to you all. On the camera, it shows the entrance to the cabin, and you spot a nervous looking kid standing in front of the gate. 

“The sacrifice has arrived,”

please let me know if you wish to be added to the taglist!

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #taehyung x reader #jin x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #jeongguk x reader #jungkook x reader #hoseok x reader #bts x you

[dw19791967]

That Type of Girl Part 4

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of self-hate, fluff.

This is the fourth fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

____________________________

Dean's POV:

“Where the hell is she Sam?” I was pissed. Why the hell would she open the door without us being here.

“I’m not sure man, I’m looking. I promise we will find her.” Sam was searching on his laptop.

“I think it’s that Rick dude she mentioned, I mean she knew something was up with him. I don’t understand why she would be so stupid.” I can’t lose her. She is my best friend.

“Looks like there are two possibilities for where he would take her, he must have smashed her phone because I can’t pick up a GPS signal.” Sam looked at me.

“Where was the last location ping?” I looked at Sam’s screen.

“There, it’s that one.” I pointed to the closet location. Close to where her phone pinged. “Let’s go get my girl.”

_________________

Y/N's POV:

God, I can’t wait for the ass chewing the boys are gonna give me. Anything is better than listening to Rick whine and groan about how much he hates women. It’s been about five hours since he took me. He has sliced me more than a Christmas ham. I guess better me than some other helpless woman.

“Wondering when your saviors will come, sweet Y/N?” Rick started working his way towards me again.

“Actually I was wondering something about you. Why is it you pick women to prey on, hmm? Worried a big strong man would be able to see through your BS?” I smirked at Rick.

“You know you are one annoying bitch, Jesus how do the Winchesters put up with you?” 

Rick smacked me across the face. Hard enough to make my mouth bleed.

“What can I say, I am a joy to be around.” I pray the boys are close.

Rick starts to come close to my face. “As soon as your big giants get here, we can really get this party started. That is if they come to save your fatass.” 

I spit blood in his face. “Aw thank you for the compliment, I actually don’t think I have much of an ass but if you do, well it must be true.” I smiled at him.

“You bitch, you are so dead!” Rick lunged towards me. I am exhausted, I can’t even keep my eyes open at this point. Guess this is the end.

“Hey asshole!” Dean rushed into the building.

“Well, looky here sweet Y/N. It looks like they came to save you after all.” Rick walked towards Dean.

“You know, I have been more annoyed in the last five hours than I think I have been my whole life. I give you props for not kicking her to the curb. Why don’t I do you and your idiot brother a favor and kill her now?” 

“Listen, Rick is it? I don’t know what the hell your problem is and frankly I don’t give a damn. What do you say I do you a favor and kill you quickly?”

Rick glared at Dean.

“Well, suit yourself I guess. We will do this the hard way.” Dean smirked.

_______________________

The next thing I know I am waking up in the backseat of baby. 

“Hey Y/N we are almost back to the motel, then we will get you patched up alright?” Sam looked over the front seat at me.

I turned over and closed my eyes, sleep seemed like the best idea right now.

I felt the car park. I opened my eyes to see the driver door slam. Great Dean’s pissed, just what I need tonight.

“He’s pissed right?” I asked Sam.

“He was just worried about you, we both were Y/N.” Sam pats my hand.

Once inside the room I sat down at the table. Dean glared at me from his side of the bed.

“I will let Dean patch you up, I’ll go grab us something to eat. Burgers ok?” Sam looked at me.

“Yeah that is fine, thanks Sam.” I gave him a slight smile to show that I am ok.

With Sam gone the room filled with awkward silence. I hate having Dean mad at me.

“You know it was incredibly stupid for you to open the door without back up right?” Dean moved towards me.

“I know Dean.” I sighed. I hope he makes this ass chewing fast.

“What would have happened if me and Sammy didn’t make it there in time Y/N? Do you know how that would have mad us feel?!” Dean is radiating anger. He was pacing the room.

“I know Dean, I’m sorry I really am. I thought it was you or Sammy at the door. I promise I wouldn’t have opened it, if I knew it was him.” I started to cry. If I cried it meant one of three things. I was really really happy, I was angry, or I was sad. It is a mixture of two and three right now.

“I know I am an idiot and I should have been more careful, I promise I will try to be better.” I looked at Dean with tears in my eyes. I hated disappointing him.

Dean sighed. “Look sweetheart, I care about you a lot, I just don’t want to think about if something bad happened to you and I wasn’t there to stop it.”

“I know Dean, I am really freaking sorry.” I moved my leg towards him and winched. Damn the cuts are starting to hurt.

“How about you take a shower and I will get you stitched up?” Dean moved to help me stand.

“Ok.” I made my way slowly to the bathroom. Once inside I started the shower. Dean made sure I made it ok. 

“I’m gonna set the stuff up, I’ll lay your pj’s on the sink for you. Holler if you need me.” Dean looked at me. His eyes can usually tell me what he is thinking. Right now, it looks like they are full of worry.

“I will, promise.” While in the shower, I mentally prepare myself for Dean to stitch me up. I usually liked Sam doing it because I knew he wouldn’t judge my body and not that I think Dean will, I just don’t want him to see the whole me. Of course Dean had seen bits and pieces but not the whole thing and definitely not a lot at once. Dear Lord, please let this get over quickly.

I made my way out of the bathroom. Dean had left my favorite oversized shirt and pair of my boy short underwear on the sink for me. Ever since we decided to split laundry duty this is something I have gotten to be ok with him seeing. I had my hair up in a bun. I needed it out of my face.

“Where are the cuts at?” Dean had me sit down at the table. 

“Mainly my thighs, hips, and chest.” I sighed. This is worse than Rick torturing me. 

“Ok, let’s start with your legs first hmm?” Dean got on his knees to work. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

The needle went through my skin. This was nothing compared to the damage Rick had already done.

“You ok?” He looked at me with concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“You know your freakishly strong pain tolerance is coming in handy right about now huh?” He grinned.

“Yeah I know. I’m so blessed.” I giggled.

He worked on my thighs and hips for about twenty minutes. I looked at the fresh stitches across both of my legs. I am really gonna impress the boys now huh.

“Ok, now for your chest. How do you want to do this?” He looked at me again, eyes full of worry.

I knew he was worried about making me uncomfortable. But honestly I am so exhausted at this point I just want to get this over with. He has already seen dozens of stretch marks and cellulite across my thighs. 

“How about I take my shirt off and cover the girls and you can stitch?” I looked at him. I am praying he will not be grossed out. This is a line I thought we would never have to cross.

“Sounds good sweetheart, I’ll turn around while you do what you need to do.” He is a gentleman after all.

I covered my boobs and stomach the best I could. “Ok, ready.” I closed my eyes.

Dean got to work. These ones didn’t take as long. Thankfully Rick was interrupted before he could keep going. 

“Alright, all done.” He finished covering the big cut with a bandage. 

I opened my eyes. “Thanks Dean.” 

“No problem sweetheart.” He winked at me.

Damn him why does he always do that.

I blushed.

“You know I love you right Y/N?” Dean moved to put the supplies away.

“Of course Dean, I love you too.” I was still holding my shirt over my boobs and stomach. 

“I don’t know what all Rick said to you but I want you to know I think you are beautiful and perfect the way you are.” Dean looked at me, except this time his eyes lacked worry. No this time, it almost looked like he was happy.

“Well thank you.” I blushed again. Why is he saying these things? Surely he is bullshiting me.

“I know you may not believe me and that’s ok. But I really do mean it.” Dean made his way to me.

“Dean, I appreciate you saying it. Rick did make some comments but that’s ok, he’s a demon and I don’t really give a ratsass what he thinks and now he’s dead.” I looked at him.

“I know you don’t always think highly of yourself, but you are an amazing person. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Dean brushed his hand against my shoulder. 

What is happening? Why is he being all mushy? I am so confused. 

“I know Dean, I feel the same way.” I looked at him again.

“No, I’m not sure if you do sweetheart. You see, the thing is, I’m pretty sure I am in love with you.” Dean looked me in the eyes now.

Oh shit, what in the hell is happening?!

________________________________

Tag List:

@hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog

@deanspinsterwitchs-readinglist

@pandasrdbest2341

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester series #spn fanfiction #supernatural

[leelei1980]

Loving Mr. Munson- Part 12- Family time

TW- Some Fluff, Some Smut, I hope you enjoy 😉

🛑Smut warning- Mature Content 18+ Only-Minors DNI🛑

Taglist: @tlclick73 @fairymunson @micheledawn1975 @elegantkoalapaper @goth-cowgirl-03 @bmunson86 @retrorage86 @hideoutside @veemoon @emmyshortcake @oneforthemunny @erinekc @babyloutattoo89 @amberolivia666 @eddiesxangel @liminalpebble @eddiesacousticguitar @munsons-mayhem28 @trinitywifey @munsonsmullet @lithium80writer @skyline4446 @maskofmirrors @blainetiberiuswinchester

Eddie

" You'll have to watch out for the Harrington boys, they are going to be relentless . They can't help it , they have their fathers blood running through their veins. " I smirked looking over at my sweet Princess sitting in the passenger seat, wind blowing through her hair, singing along to music playing on the radio , looking positively adorable.

She smiled." Don't worry, in case you haven't noticed I'm kinda into older men. "

" I happen to know of an older man that has infact, been into you multiple times . Into you , out of you , into you , out of you. " I winked.

I watched as she shook her head , smiling." Your not wrong. That Older man has quite a hold on me."

I smiled at her, squeezing the thigh that I had my hand resting on as I drove.

" Ditto."

" So the Twins are turning 18 today? It is crazy how I have never met them."

" They are always so fucking busy. They play a sport every season, go to sports camps, summer camps, academic programs,the boys may look like Steve but they have Nancy's smarts. I can't believe that they are 18 fucking years old. I remember going to see them at the hospital. I remember Steve bawling his eyes out when they were born. The beginning of the Harrington brood. He wanted six kids at one point, then decided 4 was enough. God, I am fucking old."

" No you aren't. Baby, you have more energy than I do."

" That's because you keep me feeling young."

She rolled her eyes. " Jesus, the way you talk you'd think your fucking ancient. Your not old. 80 is fucking old."

" What will you do someday when my dick doesn't work? Huh? What about then?"

She smirked." Your dick might not work but your mouth and fingers will still be amazing."

I laughed and shook my head." That is why I fucking love you."

She beamed." That is why we are perfect for each other."

We chatted and laughed and cranked up the radio until we turned onto the long driveway of the Harrington estate.

" Remember, if the boys get to be too much-" I started.

" Eddie, it's fine. I can't wait to meet them. And see Rosie and Izzy again, and meet Dustin and  Suzie's littles." She smiled.

I leaned over and kissed her than got out and opened her door.

" Thank you Sir."

" Your welcome Sweetheart." I took her hand and we walked up to the door.

We were greeted with hugs and warm smiles, Dustin holding the hand of his little girl Gracie, and Steve's girls running up and throwing their arms around me.

" Uncle Eddie! Your here!"

I gave them each a squeeze. " Hey squirts!"  I loved these kids so much , and I loved that even though they were 13 and 14 they still weren't afraid to give their old uncle a hug." God you guys are getting so grown up, you need to stop growing ok?"

Izzy smiled." Sorry, it's out of our control."

" Yeah, Sorry Uncle Eds." Rosie smiled up at me. " Everyone gets older, I mean look at you?"

I stumble back dramatically pretending to clutch a dagger she drove into my heart with that last statement. They laughed."That hurt Rosie, that really hurt. And you were always my favorite too." I turned to Gracie who had her hands in the air just waiting for me to pick her up. " I guess your my favorite now, Princess Gracie." I spun her around and she giggled.

" Yay, Eggie!! " She smiled at me with her little chiclet teeth, her little pigtails bouncing. She was so fucking cute.

Dustin laughed. " You should have seen her when we told her she was going to see Uncle Eggie, she went wild, she started running around the house. She woke poor Mason up from his nap."

" How's that little Munchkin doing?" I asked. I looked over and saw my sweetgirl talking with Izzy and Rosie, flashing me a smile and looking at me adoringly. There's something about guys holding babies....

" He's teething, he has been absolutely miserable. Gracie was so easy-"

" That's because she takes after her Mama and Mason takes after you." I smirked and lifted Gracie up to blow a raspberry on her belly, she laughed hysterically.

" Typical, Uncle Eggie shows up and gets all the kids wound up." Steve walked into the room smirking. "Thanks for coming man."

" Of course, I mean what kind of Godfather would I be if I didn't."

Dustin sighed. " Rubbing it in every chance you get-"

Steve shook his head." You guys are still going on about this?"

" Yes! Steve, we have been friends longer, I introduced you to Eddie!"

" But Eddie already was raising a kid at the time.  He was already a dad. He knew what he was doing."

" Yeah Henderson, it's one thing I knew more about than you!" I beamed.

" I don't know what the problem is, I made you the girl's Godfather! And I named the twins after each one of you, Andrew Edward Harrington, Anthony Henderson Harrington."

" You used my last name-"

" Do you know how hard it is to find a name that pairs well with Dustin?" Steve crossed his arms over his chest.

" When are the boys going to be home?" I asked as Grace twirled my hair around her finger.

" Not till later, they have a soccer game tonight, they had to stay after to practice first. That's why we are doing their official party tomorrow. Tonight's game is a big deal. Our soccer team is doing amazing."

" We should go."

" They would love that. Having their cheering section there."

" Hey Princess, wanna go to a soccer game?"

Dollface answered "Absolutely!" As Grace said "Yesss!" I laughed when I realized that the little girl thought I was asking her because I always called her Princess Gracie.

My girl came walking over, big smile on her face." I see I have been replaced." She tickled the toddler's foot and Gracie smiled at her." I mean she is adorable so , I get it."

I leaned over and kissed my Sweethearts lips. " You will always be Princess # 1."

She smiled and leaned into my ear. "You look really good with a baby on your hip Munson." She pulled away with a smirk on her face.

It made my heart pound in my chest. Ever since the pregnancy scare we had, I couldn't stop thinking about what life would be like to have a baby with this woman. To start a family with her. The thought was both terrifying and exciting and I would do it in a heartbeat for her. I would give her whatever she wanted. What would other people think? I wouldn't give a fuck . She is the absolute love of my life, there is nothing I wouldn't do for her. I chuckled at the thought of Robbie being an older brother.

I smirked right back and whispered. "You would look really good with our baby on your hip."

" Touché, Mr. Munson." She blushed, then held her arms out to Grace, who accepted the invitation and climbed into her arms. " That's right, Gracie- us Princess's gotta stick together, especially around devilishly handsome men like Eggie."

I leaned over and kissed my girl on the forehead then pat the top of Gracie's head." It's you two that are trouble."

Dustin walked over smiling. " Looks like you kind of miss this Ed's. Just so you know, you can babysit anytime."

I smiled. " Being a Dad was one thing I was good at. Now my kid is living his life, doing his own thing, he doesn't need me anymore. Enjoy this, because it goes by in a blink of an eye."

Dustin shook his head." I know. I just wish we would have started a little earlier, ya know? But with college and establishing jobs , and settling down we were late in the game."

" There is no such thing. " I pat his shoulder then smirked. " Now if we don't get going soon, we will be late for the actual game ."

*************************************

" Hey Harrington's!" I hollered across the the field when I finally spotted the twins warming up. Holy fucking shit, they looked exactly like their dad did when I met him a million years ago. I watched smiles spread across their faces and they jogged their way over from across the field " Here comes fucking trouble."

" They look so much like Steve! Oh my god!"

I wrapped my arm around my girl's waist and pulled her close. It was a cool fall night, and she was like a furnace. How is it possible that she can be so warm yet still have fucking icicle fucking feet? She was wearing a hoodie with my jean vest over it and a baseball hat and leggings. I leaned in close to her ear." You look like a total Soccer Mom the way you are dressed and I'm telling you, I'm really digging it."

She smiled." You like this look? This gets you wound up Mr.Munson? "

" Yeah it does. I would totally fuck you on a bench seat in a mini van-"

" Hey old man!" Andrew smirked as he walked up to the fence that separated us." I haven't seen you in forever."

Anthony pat me on the shoulder,"Good to see you Uncle Ed!"

" Happy birthday guys. Fuckin 18, unbelievable." I smiled at them. They looked so similar that if you weren't paying attention you wouldn't know which one was which. Andrew had his father's hazel eyes, and Anthony, Anthony had one blue Nancy colored eye and one Hazel Steve eye. It was very unique.

The boys both turned their attention to the girl at my side and flashed her the ole Perfect Harrington smile.

" Who is this gorgeous creature? My birthday present? Why Uncle Eddie you shouldn't have!" Andrew reached across the fence and took her hand, bringing it up to his lips.

Anthony took her other hand and ran a thumb over the back of it and and I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. " It is a pleasure to meet you Miss."

" The pleasure is all mine boys. Wow, is this how you treat all the ladies?" She smirked.

" No , just the extremely beautiful ones." Andrew winked.

" Does this usually work?"  She asked, and I laughed.

" Every.Single.Time." Anthony said dramatically.

" Do you guys have girlfriends?"

" Not currently, we like to keep our options open."

" Makes sense." She smiled again, then turned away when she heard Gracie scream her name." Looks like I am being beckoned. It was very nice to finally meet you boys,give 'em hell out there on the field. We will be cheering you on! Oh, and Happy Birthday!"

" Thanks!" They both said in unison.

" I'm going to score the game winning goal for you, M'Lady!" Andrew bowed.

Jesus Christ.

She smiled." Good luck!"  She waved to both boys, flashed me a smile then headed towards the blanket that Dustin and Gracie were sitting on, Suzie opting to stay home with the fussy baby.

We all watched her walk away. Goddamn , that ass, so fucking delectable, especially in those leggings.

" Your my hero."

" What?" I turned back towards the boys.

" I said your my hero. I mean to get a girl like that at your age-" Anthony smirked.

" Smartass."

" Is that the girl that you stole away from Robbie?" Andrew asked with a smile on his face.

" What the fuck ?"

" Allegedly, stole Andy, allegedly ." Anthony piped in.

" Who the fuck told you that?"

" Robbie." They again said in unison.

" I didn't steal her away, Jesus. He broke her heart and I picked up the pieces."

" I wish I had been there to pick up the pieces..."

" Good for you Unc, you deserve it."

A whistle sounded and the boys looked at me and smiled.

" We better get back out there, you know Uncle Eddie, if we win tonight we go on to the state championship!"

" Well get out there and let 'em have it! You guys got it!"

I watched as they turned and ran back onto the field. Fuckin kids. I shook my head and chuckled, then walked over and took a seat on the blanket with my Princesses.

The game was fucking intense and the teams were evenly matched. The Harrington boys were on point, strong, fierce competitors just like their Father had been. We screamed and cheered from the sidelines, I watched as Nancy transform into a version of herself that I had never seen, intense soccer Mom, and I watched Steve beaming with pride.

Andy did infact score the game winning goal and the crowd erupted. When the buzzer sounded the team went crazy, and the parents went insane including my friends.

" We are going to the Championship!" Nancy jumped up and down excitedly.

Steve hugged her tightly." They did it. First time in 10 years , Hawkins finally did it!"

It was adorable to watch them, so proud of their boys, their town. Rosie and Izzy soon joined them, running over from where they had been hanging with their friends , now bouncing around. Such a wonderful supportive family. I loved it.

I smiled at my Sweetheart, who currently had a sleeping Gracie on her lap, how a toddler could sleep through all this commotion yet wake up at a pin dropping I will never know. My heart melted at the sight. The little girl had completely fallen in love with her, and the two of them had sat and played on that blanket the whole time, my girl dividing her attention between the game and the baby until the latter had passed out.

" Soo, have you ever considered being a Nanny?" Dustin smiled.

She smiled." She is such a sweet little girl."

" She loves you. Move over Eggie, Gracie has a new favorite." Dustin nudged my shoulder.

" Well, I can't really blame your daughter, she is pretty likable"

My Angel smiled." I'm glad you think so."

I kissed her on the top of her head.

The Harrington twins came over in a rush of hair and adrenaline.

" We did it! We Fucking did it!" Anthony cheered.

" I'm so proud of you boys!" I stood up and gave them both a hug.

Andy looked right past me to my girl. "Did I not promise you a game winning goal? "

She smiled up at him." You did, it was amazing. You two are amazing athletes."

The boys smiled widely.

" So , " Steve walked up behind his sons and put an arm around their shoulders." Who's house are you going to for a party tonight?" Steve wasn't naive, he was the king of parties in high school.

" We were going to go to Timmy's house to celebrate." Anthony stated. "And we know Dad, if we drink we don't drive. We will just stay over ."

" Ok. Have fun, but not too much- your birthday party is tomorrow and you know how displeased Grandpa Wheeler would be if you show up with hangovers."

The boys smirked then went to hug Nancy and say goodbye.

Steve shook his head." It's so fucking weird ya know? Having teenagers, knowing exactly what they are going to do because you used to do it yourself? "

" Yeah but your kids are good compared to what you used to be like." I smirked.

" Shhh, don't let them hear that." Steve smiled and watched his boys walk off with their friends. " Let's go get a drink! Let's go to the Hideout and re-live our youth!"

" I'm down for that!" I nodded. I hadn't been there in forever, I wondered if it still looked the same.

Steve raised his eyebrows at Dustin, "You in?"

Dustin shook his head." I better not, I have Gracie and Suzie could use some help-" He leaned down and took the sleeping child off my girls lap.

She stood up." I could help, with the babies , I wouldn't mind. You guys can have a boys night out."

I wrapped her up in my arms." But Sweetheart-"

" Eddie," she smiled up at me." Just go. Go and have a good time with your guys! "

" Are you sure you don't want to come?"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tip toes to whisper. "Oh I'll come alright, when horny whiskey Eddie gets home. I'll be ready and waiting." She nibbled on my ear.

I smiled and buried my head in her sweet smelling neck." I love you."

" Love you too . Have fun baby." She kissed my lips sweetly then pulled away. " Dusty, wanna help me get your sweetie situated in her car seat and I will bring her home?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

" Absolutely. Go have a couple beers. I got this ."

We walked the ladies to the cars and said goodbye.

Steve clapped his hands together." Let's get shitfaced."

*************************************

The Hideout was exactly the same as it was the last time I had come here, hell, it was exactly the same as it was when my band Corroded Coffin used to play here back in high school. Still a no frills dive, with stale pretzels and stale locals sitting at the bar.

" Jesus Christ this place has never changed." I said turning to Steve.

" Do you remember how many nights we came here to watch your shows?"

" I still remember the night I finally got to come in for the first time. When they wrote'Loser' on the back of my hand with permanent marker to indicate that I was underage." Dustin laughed.

" Lots of good memories here. Not all of them but most of them." We walked up to the bar and I couldn't believe my eyes. Rodney, the owner of the Hideout was still tending bar, looking as mean and miserable as ever. I had to give him shit. Back in the day he took a chance on corroded coffin, let us play weeknights and even though we didn't always draw in a monster crowd he still let us perform. He was crotchety but we had a fun banter between us.

" Holy Shit, your still alive?" I said as I sat down on a stool infront of him. Rodney looked up and without hesitation commented." Holy shit Munson, your still a smartass?"

I laughed and saw a little smile spread across his old weathered face. " How have you been, you old bastard?"

" How do you think I've been? I ve been running this shit hole bar for a million years. Day in and day out I'm here, but it's better than being at home with my wife."

I laughed again." This place hasn't changed one bit."

" If it ain't broke-" he set a beer down in front of me. " On the house. I miss the days when you and the other boys played. Not exactly my type of music-"

" Yeah they don't really make that old school harp and mandolin music anymore."

" Yup, still a little asshole."

I smirked. " Did ya miss me?"

He slid beers to Dustin and Steve."Miss your smart mouth? Hell no."

" Oh come on Rodney you know that's not true."

" I missed you kids coming around. You were good kids. Kids nowadays are punks. They don't have any respect for the locals."

I took a sip of beer. " You still have live music here?"

" Yeah. You still play or did that stop after you knocked that girl up?"

I sighed and chugged my beer." Yeah, my music career kind of came to a screeching halt when I became a dad. But I mean the band, was destined to break up. I had a kid , Jeff and the other guys went to college . I still play just not as often as I'd like. I run a business, work a lot of hours-"

" Has a young , hot girlfriend to keep him busy-" Steve piped up , smirking.

I smiled." That too."

" She doesn't love to watch you play? Girls used to go Gaga for you when you were on stage." Rodney dumped fresh pretzels into the bowl in front of us and we started snacking.

" I haven't really played my electric guitar for her. I mostly play my acoustic. "

" She would have loved to watch your band play. You had real stage presence." Dustin smiled.

" I would love to play on stage again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it. Life just gets in the way."

" You still talk to the old band members?" Rodney polished the worn wooden bar with a cloth.

" I actually do. I saw Jeff at our High School Reunion, got their numbers and we've reconnected."

Rodney smiled." I heard that you came back for the reunion with a young chickie on your arm. I also heard that you fucking decked Jason Carver too. It's about time someone did, pompous little asshole."

I finished my beer." Not my finest moment."

" That kid made your life living hell. He deserved it." Rodney took a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf behind him and poured out shots for all of us. " Cheers, for knocking Carver the fuck out."

We all smiled and tapped our glasses together before swallowing the strong liquid.

" Next rounds on me." I smiled and signaled for Rodney to pour another round. We did another shot. In no time I was feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

" Hey Munson, what are the chances that your band would get back together for a show? Next month is the bars 800th anniversary of being open"  Rodney smirked. " It might be fun to have you guys play again. We could have the new guys open for you, their band is called the Zombies of Jupiter- I know, weird right? But they are pretty good."

My heart jumped into my throat." That would be fucking Awesome!"

Dustin backhanded me." She'd be able to see you on stage!"

" Let me talk to the other guys to see if we could make this happen. It would be fucking amazing."

" Another round Sir, let's drink to the possibility of a Corroded Coffin reunion show!" Steve held up his shot glass.

Rodney poured us up another one and we downed it.

I was feeling really good now but I knew I would need to slow down if I was going to make it through the night. " Tonight has been amazing, your kids heading to the championship, a guys night out, potential show with my buddies, just the opportunity to hang with my dudes." I patted them each on the shoulder. " Life is fucking good."

" Life is fucking good." Steve smiled. " So things are going good with your girl?"

I felt a dopey smile spread across my face. " So, so good. I'm so fucking happy I can't even describe it. Life's just so fucking different when you go home at the end of the night from a hard days work and there is someone there, someone that is so happy to see you that they rush over to give you a kiss. I'm so in love guys."

" Would you ever get married again?" Dustin asked me.

" 150%. It would be so different this time. This time its for love, not because we thought we had too. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and after today, seeing her with Gracie, I would want to have another kid with her."

Steve gasped." For real?"

" Yeah for real. " I nodded." The first time around with Robbie I was terrified, had no idea what the fuck I was doing, was all alone. This time I could enjoy it more, I'd have a partner, a partner that cared."

" Wow, this is enlightening." Dustin stared at me." I would never in a million years think that I would hear those words come out of your mouth."

" We had a pregnancy scare a little while back, and it really got me thinking about it, at first I was scared shitless, am I too old, could I really handle it? But then I started thinking about how amazing it could be, having a baby with someone you love."

" Holy Fuck Munson, your serious about this." Steve looked at me, a look of shock on his face.

" I would do it for her, with her. I want to marry her, I bought her a ring-"

" You bought her a ring?" They said in unison.

I smiled." I did. It's in the safe at my office so she wouldn't find it. I want to surprise her. I just have to figure out how I'm going to do it."

" Holy Shit!" Dustin clapped his hands together. " I can't believe it!"

" What does Robbie think?"

" He wants me to be happy."

" And what about her Parents....?" I knew that Steve was referring to the 'Father incident.'

I sighed. " He will never change his mind, stubborn bastard . Her Mom is coming around though, has even come to the house a few times to see her."

" Maybe he will get there someday."

" It's his fault if he doesn't and he misses out on a lot of really great things."

" Will we be invited to the wedding?" Dustin smiled.

" Absolutely! The hard part will be deciding which one of you dipshits will be my best man."

" I would throw you the best bachelor party Eddie, you know I would-" Steve promised.

" But Eddie I have known you the longest-" Henderson whined.

" I still have to ask her first!"

" Right."

" Oh yeah Right." Steve signaled to Rodney on last time." We're gonna need another round."

*************************************

Holy. Fuck. I giggled to myself as I stumbled down the hallway to the guest bedroom at Steve's house. We had called up Nancy and had her come pick us up, knowing that not one of us was in any shape to drive. We were loud and obnoxious in the car on the way home and yet Mrs.Harrington just smiled and shook her head. She steered me in the direction of my room and I was off.

When I got to the door I slowly opened it and peered inside. There she was, the woman that I loved, book open in her lap, eyes closed. It looked like she had made a valiant attempt to stay awake, but sleep had gotten the better of her.

I closed and locked the door behind me, shedding clothing every step that I took towards the bed until I was fully naked. I felt wonderful, I felt happy and drunk and in love. And horny. Extremely horny.

I crawled up onto the bed and carefully slid between the sheets. " Sweetheart, I'm home." I leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips, her neck.

She stirred, slowly blinking , a happy smile spreading across her face. " Hey Baby, did you have a good time?" She ran her hand down my face and I kissed her palm.

" Had a great time."  I straddled her and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. " Are you ready to have a great time, Darling?"

" Are you kidding me, I have been waiting all night for this."  She bit her lip. " Did you notice that I wore your favorite nighty for you?" She looked up at me from under her lashes.

Jesus Christ. " I did." I reached up and slid the straps down her shoulders then  kissed her throat, working my way down her collarbone and over to her shoulder where I lightly bit down. I watched as goosebumps formed over her soft skin. " As much as I love to see you in it, I love it even more when you are out of it." I slowly ran my hand down the fabric, over her body until I reached where it had bunched up at her hips. I gave it a few easy tugs and released it, pulling it up and over her head.

It didn't matter how many times I had looked at her, bare before me , I would never get over the sight of her. Soft pale skin, chest heaving, nipples peaked and ready for sucking. I popped one in my mouth, rolling my tongue over it,and slid a hand down her body and between her legs. I moaned when I felt the wetness there, I hadn't even touched her and she was ready. " Fuck Princess, you really have been waiting for this."

" I told you baby, Mmmmm," she purred as I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and kissed her breasts, " I , I told you I would be ready and waiting."

She bit her lip again as I slid my fingers inside her. Warm, so fucking warm and tight. I curled my fingers and her breath hitched. I smiled. " Have you been thinking about what you want me to do to you, hmm?"

" I, I , have-" she was having a hard time concentrating as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. I licked a long strip up her neck, nibbled on her ear. It was taking every morsel of willpower I had not to plunge my aching cock into her core. I had been hard the second I kissed her full lips.

" What do you want from me Angel?"

" I w-want ," she whined." I want you to fuck me."

" But I am darling."

" With your cock."

" That's a good girl, telling me what you need. But first I want you to make a mess on my fingers, Kay?"

She nodded, closing her eyes .  I kissed my way down her body, stopping to kiss her hips, the mound between her thighs. She whimpered . I pumped my fingers again as I licked her slit, flicking and sucking on her clit. That was her undoing. She moaned and I felt her tightening around my fingers. My breath was ragged. The sounds she made when she climaxed …fuck.

“ Eddie-“

I just about fucking lost it when she said my name. I felt her body relax, felt her release on my fingers, my hand. “ Good girl.”

Her eyes slowly opened. “ Mmm, baby, more. Give me more.”

Her eyes were on me as I slowly reached up and slid my fingers in my mouth.” You taste, so fucking sweet.”

“ Jesus Christ Munson.” She breathed.

I smirked.” Wanna taste?” I rushed in and kissed her, tongues entangled . I carefully lowered myself on her , our bodies fitting together perfectly and I felt her hips rise in invitation. I ached to be inside her. “ Are you ready Sweetheart?” I asked then tugged on her lower lip with my teeth.

She whined. “ Eddie please-“

I dove into her.” Fuck- You feel so fucking good.” I withdrew and slammed back into her again, and again. I groaned.

She gasped.” Oh Eddie!”She reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me in deeper .

“ Do you like the way I fill you Angel?”

“ So full.” She wound her fingers through my hair and pulled my mouth back down to hers.

I loved the intimacy, they way she moaned into my mouth as I thrusted into her. She was perfect. Every fucking inch of her was perfect. I pulled away panting, and buried my head in her neck. “ I love you, I fucking love you.” I snapped my hips into her.

She groaned.“ Mmmm, I love you-“

“ Your mine, forever, “ I thrusted deep inside her, I felt her nails digging into my back, the sensation so amazing, I was so lost in the feeling, so fucking drunk on love, and pussy.“ Some day you’ll be my wife.” I babbled. Another snap of my hips, another moan slipped from her pretty mouth.

“ Yes-“ she breathed.

I rested my forehead on hers, my breath ragged, I could feel my body on the verge of climaxing.“Someday -“ I rolled my hips into her. “Someday, you’ll have have my baby-“

I felt her body shudder, her walls clenching around my cock, she moaned my name. I couldn’t stop it. My orgasm hit me hard, my hips stuttered, and I felt the wave of release roll over my body. I collapsed on her as I came down from my high.

She reached up and took my face in her small hands.” I love you.”

I smiled down at her. “ I bet I love you more.” I leaned forward and kissed her lips then rolled off onto my side.

She pulled my head to her chest, started playing with my hair. I felt my eyelids getting heavy, feeling completely sated, happy, loved.

“ Baby?”

“ Hmmm?”

“ Did you mean it? What you said?” She continued twirling my hair around her finger. I could feel my body getting heavier and heavier .

“ Yes. Every single word.”

She kissed the top of my head then lightly stroked my back with her fingertips.” I want that too.”

“ Mmmmm.” I raised my head enough to kiss the spot above her heart, and then I was gone, melted away into a blissful slumber.

Alright my Lovlies,

I need your help- so now we know that Eddie has a ring for the love of his life, how should he ask her to Marry him?

Should he:

Ask her in a very public way, in front of family and friends

Or

A private intimate proposal, just the two of them?

What do you think? Please let me know! Have any ideas on how he should do it? I have a couple ideas but would also love to hear yours!!

As always thank you for reading, thank you for the comments and thank you for the re-blogs, it is so special to me❤️

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #dilf!eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #older eddie munson

[stevenose]

🖐🏼 i would like to talk about Steve mocking you and ur overstimulated clit

contains: reader with vagina, overstimulation, the slightest bit of humiliation, ruined cunt, oral (reader receiving), steve is like. kinda jerkin reader’s clit off lol. piv, cumming inside, reader goes a lil stupid from the pleasure, steve baby boy 🫶🏻 he cum in he pant 🫶🏻

ok. imagine.

steve has had you on your back with your legs spread for the last two hours. he’s made you cum four separate times so far, edging you before overstimulating you. his tongue lapping at your cunt, fucking into your hole - and then he’s sucking on your clit, quite nearly nipping at it. for a while. two of the four orgasms you’ve had were just from him abusing your it.

by now, your arousal has soaked the sheets - and mattress - below you. you’re equally hot and freezing, goosebumps on your flesh, nipples perked. you pant under steve, eyes glazed over and unfocused. he kisses you gently as you come down from your high, giving you a few minutes of gentle comfort before sinking back down to his position at the end of the bed. you’re sore, but steve’s hands knead at your flesh, trying to ease the pain that’ll be there in the morning. and you know it will.

the fifth time steve shimmies down the bed to your pussy, you don’t know whether to laugh or cry. you’re fully aware that steve could go at this all night. and you’re equally aware that you can stop him at anytime with a single word. but you really don’t know if you want to. feeling so taken care of and so blissed out, so stupid on the pleasure, is really kind of nice. and steve’s been nice, too. up til this point.

he’s cooing. you don’t have the energy to tilt your head to look down at him. you feel his index and middle fingers come up to frame your clit, squeezing it, and you cry out. “st-eve!”

“jesus,” he whispers, giving it another tug. “she’s so fuckin’ hard, baby. looks ruined. all puffy -“ and then he’s tugging and tugging and tugging, his fingers pulling back and forth on your poor little clit. “christ. shit. ‘s like i’m jerking it off.”

you wail, trying to kick him in retaliation, because that’s not funny. it’s hot, it’s got your stomach tightening, but it’s not funny. neither is the pain-pleasure shooting through your nub as he continues the assault, watching in awe as slick drips out of you. “think you like that, huh? like havin’ a ruined pussy. ‘n she’s all for me, right? all mine to jerk off and taste? she tastes so good, baby, she loves this.”

“i can’t!” you cry, trying to squeeze your legs shut. but your safe word isn’t “i can’t”. you both know that. and steve can’t help but to smirk, tugs on your clit a little more before enveloping it with his hot mouth again. it’s an instant relief, then torture as he sucks on it. “steve!”

and steve’s all cocky, because he did this to you. he’s made you cum four times. he’s made your clit erect and hard. he’s made your cunt all red and sensitive with just his mouth. and he’s gonna make you cum again, just one last time - wants to make you truly dumb and speechless, and then he’ll clean you up and hold you. tell you dumb jokes while you punch his arm and he’ll tell you how much he loves you til you’re both asleep. (p.s - he’s already cum in his pants.)

two fingers slide into you, pressing right up against your sweet spot, and the torture on your bundle of nerves is eased by the blinding, white hot pleasure of the pads of steve’s fingers. his cheeks are so warm on your inner thighs and he’s making these lewd sucking and slurping noises that shouldn’t be so fucking hot. his warm brown eyes flick up to watch your face as you writhe. his free hand pins your hips down to the bed, but it’s really not enough.

“i - c - c -“

“you can,” steve whispers, right against your clit that’s somehow even more pathetic looking than a minute ago.

you wail in protest, fisting at his hair, trying to get him away from you. and when he does move away, getting concerned, you pull him right back in, making him let out a shocked chuckle. he’s never seen you so fucked up. why did he ever give that camera to byers? should have kept it for himself.

he’s so lost in your expression that he nearly misses when your back arches and twists off the bed. he laps at your clit, breathing heavy against it, fingers pressing right where you need them - and then you’re screaming without humility up at the ceiling. your body quakes and quivers and jerks and steve does his absolute best to keep you still, helping you ride it out on his tongue and fingers. you’re creaming on them, he can feel the burst of liquid - and oh, god, he might just cum in his fucking pants again.

you’re really fucked stupid now. steve pulls back as slow as he can, trying not to jolt you. he can’t imagine how you’re feeling, but the look on your face says a lot. he’s startled at the tears streaming down your cheeks, pausing to press some kisses into your thighs before gently pulling his fingers out of you. “i’m done, baby, i swear.”

and then you’re crying harder. making these grabby hands at him. trying so weakly to pull him up by the hair. he works his way back up to your face, his chin and lips as shiny as your eyes. “what is it? huh? i’m so sorry, baby, think i went too far -“

“get off,” you moan, and steve, hit with regret, pulls back - but you’re pulling him right back in, glaring at him. “on me.”

“oh,” he says. “i - i don’t need anything, peach. think if i touch your cunt again you’ll kill me. or i’ll kill you.”

“sh-up,” you mumble, hands reaching for his ruined jeans. “need to feel full.”

steve knows you can’t take that. his eyes move back down to your clit, still swollen and red and pronounced. if even a single hair touches it you’re gonna launch into space. and this really isn’t about him. “sweetheart -“

you move your knee to brush against the wet spot on his jeans, and even though you’re more than fucked out, you smile at the dampness. steve clenches his jaw and thinks of anything other than your pussy. because yes, he wants to fuck you. god, he really does. wants to see exactly where the line is with you. wants to feel that loose, relaxed cunt take him to the hilt after hours of hard work. and he, himself, in similar fashion to your clit, is extremely hard. your knee is still pressing into him, into the cum spilled in his jeans, and with a loud groan he starts to unbutton them.

“you’re sure?” he asks. “i’ll be careful with your clit. won’t even last long, baby, just gotta feel you.”

you nod, tears finally subsiding, hands moving up to play absentmindedly with your nipples. steve’s eyes roll back in his head at the sight as he pumps himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

it’s a single push. easiest you’ve ever taken him. so slick and plush and sticky and steve lets out such a pathetic groan. he’s careful to angle himself away from reaching your clit, but the contortion of your face points to you still feeling it. still, you let him, watching as he pushes in and out of you with such ease. more perverted noises coming from down there.

“f…fuck, peach,” steve rasps, hips moving slow, heart rate picking up. “never felt somethin’ so fuckin’ good.”

in your blank headed state, you wish you could get him back for the last few hours. get him right on the edge and then pull back. watch him cry and wail and short circuit when you finally let him cum somewhere boring and pointless - into his own hand, maybe. getting him all fucked up before taking pity on him. but right now, your head is filled with the need to feel steve’s warm cum filling you up and easing the pain.

“inside,” you whimper, reaching for his hands and letting him hold yours into the bed.

his eyes roll back again and his cock kicks. “sure?”

you nod again, fluttering your walls around him, and with a low and soft growl he cums, finally filling your pussy up. the look of ecstasy on your face just from him cumming inside of you almost has him going for another round, but he pulls out nice and slow again before peppering your face with kisses. “so perfect, so pretty, there ya go. so nice for me. love you so much, baby, i really do.”

neither of you know how you’re gonna get to the bathroom after this.

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #steve harrington smut #this got SO LONG im sorry. i’ve been thinking abt this

[imrllytootiredforthis]

ahhh i loved your skz as subs headcanon!! if you can, could you write a fic/drabble based off of innie’s? (just read hyune’s and it was *chef’s kiss*) we need more sub innie content out there 🙏🏼 thank you!!

Locked With Love

Pairing: innie x reader

Summary: Poor Innie is so desperate and needy for you. He isn’t supposed to touch for two days still...but you’ll help him out, won’t you?

Warnings: sub innie, fem reader, dom reader, chastity cage, mommy kink, slight dacryphilia, riding, implied innocence kink, begging, praise kink, finger-sucking, think that’s it but there may be more

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hope this is good! Any and all feedback is welcomed and my requests are open (read rules here first) Hope you enjoy<3

You couldn’t help but smirk through the rage as you stood, just watching. For now.

Jesus christ, why’d he have to be so pretty? 

The way his pretty lips shaped when he moaned, how his slim waist moved, abs tensing and back arched up in pleasure. His hair was a mess, tousled and obviously left unbrushed for the entire day.

How was it humanly possible for someone to be this pretty? You didn’t know, didn’t even think that there was an answer to that question, because he just was.

Yang Jeongin was gorgeous and it drove you fucking crazy.

“Please...ha...” He whimpered, looking up at you with those big glassy eyes that made you want to give him anything and everything that this world and beyond had to offer.

“I don’t know Innie...have you been good, baby boy?”

He shuddered at the name. Breaths were now escaping those oh so pretty lips shakily, panting with his tongue hung out like a dog as he rutted into a pillow like one. 

“Yes! Yes mom-my. I was so good, so good jus’ for you mommy!” Somehow he gets it out between heavy pants, the struggle of which he managed to driving you insane, rubbing your thighs together to keep the arousal at bay.

He’s still wearing his shirt and shorts, the impatient baby he is, he didn’t bother taking them fully off just tugging his shorts and boxers down to slip his dick out and start humping your pillow.

He couldn’t even get off with the cage locked around his dick, the only chance of his relief was the key around your neck. But he knew that he wasn’t supposed to get it off for another two days per his punishment so he resorted to his last idea to try and gain your mercy.

His plan was to get off on the pillow until you walked in and either got so angry that you’d take it off just to punish him or that you’d get so horny that you’d take it off just to fuck him.

Of course, there was many ways that his plan could go wrong. Such as you deciding to extend his original punishment for longer.

But he hadn’t exactly though that far ahead yet.

To his credit it went exactly to plan. Poor Innie got so stimulated that his moans were loud enough to hear through the walls.

Dirty little slut.

Of course you heard and came to see what the noise was.

“How long has it been baby?” You asked, walking closer and innocently scratching your nails over the exposed part of his thighs, just barely there-enough for him to feel though.

Pushing his body toward your touch, he scrambled for a reply in his lust-induced haze. “O-one we-ha” 

“Yes,” you prompted, lips moving against his throat, hand moving to ghost over his inner thigh, leaving him shuddering from sensitivity. Simultaneously trying to pull away and lean closer into your touch.

“One week!” He gasped out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

You nodded with a fake pout grasping at his chin to pull him up to meet your eyes head on, lips inches apart until they were brushing against his and he was whimpering ‘kiss me, kiss me, mummy please.”

Obliging to his request, you pressed your lips to his. Gently at first, soft and sweet. Then, nipping over his plush lips you got rougher.

The poor boy whimpered onto the kiss, trying to keep up as you kissed him deeper, tongue pressing into his mouth as nails dug into the delicate skin of his jaw.

You moaned as you felt his fingers move to your hips, desperately clutching them, pulling you closer to him until there was no space but your clothes separating your bodies.

You pulled away breathless, “Oh, but love...” you trailed off as he shifted onto his back, pushing the pillow away and sliding his shorts the rest of the way off. He held your eyes as he slowly opened his legs as if he was presenting himself to you.

You tried to fight back the urge to take the cage off his swollen weeping cock this very second and ride him hard until you could finally satisfy the ache between your legs that had become apparent ever since you’d walked in on him humping your pillow. 

Why did he have to be so irresistible?

The way he now cocked his head to the side, all laid out just for you. Eyes glowing in arousal and pure unfiltered want, looking at you as if you were a goddess and he your loyal worshipper. Hair fanned out around him against the white sheets, a lip caught between his teeth.

It was sinful, the thoughts that ran through your mind as his puffy pink lips parted briefly to swipe a tongue across them. The way his eyes were blown wide almost swallowing all of the white in a lust-filled haze.

Even the way he laid across the bed, open and timid-submissive to you-putting on a show of all of his most vulnerable parts to show you how you owned him.

Urging you, teasing you, begging you to touch him.

He was beautiful.

Holy.

Sinful.

So goddamn fucking erotic.

He let out a helpless moan. "Please," he whined, so cutely, so wantonly "can't take it anymore. Need you, need to cum."

And then it snapped.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your willpower broke.

When you unlocked him and made the decision to take off your clothes and climb on top of him, a growing smirk on his face at the fact that he’d finally gotten you to give into his desires. 

The chastity cage that had kept him from his high for a week was long forgotten, carelessly thrown somewhere on the floor of your room.

It was all a haze.

All you knew was the pleasure that was now coursing through your veins like a drug, an endless cease of moans reverberating deep in your chest, bouncing up and down at a rapid pace as Jeongin’s hands clutched your hips for dear life, whimpering as his body shook from the sensitivity of being denied all week long.

Head thrown back, writhing, whining and sobbing, he was so beautiful.

His eyes squeezed shut, mouth opened and brows drawn together as his brain tried to catch up with the sensation of you wrapped around him. Wet and hot-it felt so fucking good, he could barely comprehend it.

A hand tilted his chin up, “Look at me, Jeongin.” At your command, he obeyed, a whimper escaping at your tone of voice-dark and demanding-sending chills down his spine.

“Where’d my good baby go?” You questioned.

Blunt nails dug into soft skin, creating a dull pain in your hips that you could barely feel from the way that you moved up and down his length, thighs beginning to burn from exertion. “I-i’m your good boy. I-”

You pulled his arms off of you, holding them together above his head by the wrist with one hand while the other moved to his bottom lip, a thumb swiping across it until he opened and your finger slipped in.

The digit pushed down on his tongue, a muffled moan adding to the obscene noises that echoed throughout the room. Your skin tingled at the wet heat of his mouth, the way that the muscle circled your finger, sucking it deeper until it pressed against the back of his tongue-not nearly long enough to reach his throat.

A helpless mewl escaped around it and his eyes threatened to roll back but a threatening pinch to the skin of his wrist had him struggling to keep them on you. 

“Are you really my good baby? Cause my good boy would’ve waited ‘til I unlocked him, instead of putting on a show like a little whore.” The bouncing had stopped, slowing to grinding thrusts that had his head head and any rational thought in it melting.

He shook his head, so fervently that your thumb slipped out of his mouth. “No! I’m your good boy, Mummy! Please, I’m your good boy!”

“I don’t know Innie...” letting out a quiet moan as his tip hit that spot that made you see stars, “t-this wasn’t how a good boy acts.” Your voice was condescending, as if you were explaining it to a toddler. 

“A-ah, shit!” His hips bucked up into you, hitting that spot once more. “M-making me...making me f-feel so go-good. You’re making m-me feel so good, Mummy” He babbled on stupidly.

You stopped your movements, ignoring the way your body screamed to continue on. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, so close to him that your chests pressed together. 

“You gotta stop Innie, you’re being a bad boy.” You purr, petting his hair and watching as he squirms, tears beginning to leak from his eyes, crystalline and ethereal.

“P-promise. I’ll-I’ll be your go-od. Jus’ wanna be good for you~”

Gripping the roots of his hair you continue at a bruising pace, sending him into an incoherent frenzy of whimpered pleads. “It’s a good thing you’re so good at begging, b-baby.” the words are panted, spoken coated in pure lust as you’re so close to ecstasy. “So pretty and whiny, who knows where you’d be without it, huh?”

His throat is dry and all he can feel is the burning desire to fall, so deep and so far down, knowing that you’ll be there to keep him safe until he can climb back up but he still needs one thing. 

“’M y-your good boy-right?” His gaze barely meet yours, fluttering, wet with tears and threatening to fall shut as he begs you. “Te-tell me ‘m your go-good boy. N-need it, please I need it!”

You’re so close, so very close and the way that his voice quivers and drools and tears covering his face is enough to push you straight to the edge. Your voice is raspy and husky, barely a whisper as your body leans over his.

“Let go Innie. My pretty little good boy.” 

Your teeth sink into the delicate skin of his throat. His cry dies in his throat and his back arches up off the bed as you claim him; pleasure overwhelming the two of you.

And then it’s just sensations.

Pleasure. Want. Need.

Primal desires.

The feel of your body moving against his.

The lewd wet noises of skin hitting skin filling the room.

His moans, whimpers, cries, wanton mewls. Wanting, needing-pleading, begging for more, more, more.

The way you clench around him, hips moving, thighs burning, grinding, faster and faster. Gasping, panting, hollow groans adding and mixing into the cacophony of sounds.

His toes curl and your hand pushes harder down on his wrists, his fingers twitching uselessly-looking for something to bind him to the earth as his head threatens to float away.

“Pl-please! Please, ho-hold my hand, ah!”

Your fingers lace with his as waves of pleasure roll over your body and you both release. 

Bodies tense as it hits like a fucking truck with a jaw-dropping intensity.

Euphoria.

Your breath hitches in complete in utter bliss and tears stream down Jeongin’s face as his eyes tip onto the back of his head, cumming so hard he can see stars swimming in his vision.

Your breath finally comes back to you and you gulp it down in huge gulps, lungs burning, trying to catch up. 

You come back to your senses first. Slowly as to try not to overstimulate either of you, pull off of him, fluids gushing out of you, landing on him and ruining the sheets.

Falling onto the bed next to him you begin to smooth over his sweaty hair, cooing sweet praises and pet names as he slowly comes back, blinking and whining as he moves to cling to you.

“Hey,”

“Hi.” He giggles, voice quiet and shy as he buries himself impossibly closer as if trying to fuse himself into you.

“Was that okay?”

Jeongin peeks up at you, pink-cheeked and heart-eyed to match your own “It was perfect. I love you, Mommy.” 

Fingers lace with yours once more and you can feel your heart warm. Giving him a kiss on the forehead, smoothing his hair back. “I love you too, my good boy.”

#yang jeongin #yang jeongin smut #sub jeongin #jeongin smut #jeongin x reader #dom!reader #fem!reader #sub!stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids #jeongin #dom reader #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin x reader

[eddie-van-munson]

I'll Make You a Deal (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie Munson, your dealer, drops in to sell to you. After he spots the drum set in your living room, he makes you another deal: half price if you'll play for him. How was he supposed to know your "concert" would turn him on?

Requested by @whoreofscience

Warnings: Smut (Unprotected p in v, Slight Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Squirting), Reader has Pierced Nipples, She/Her Pronouns, Talk of Marijuana, Cursing.

(I'm having some writer's block, so bare with me! I'm doing my very best! Requests are open, but the waitlist is long.)

***********

Eddie didn't realize he had a thing for nipple piercings until he was standing dumbly on your front porch, trying not to stare at your tits as he stuttered.

You were in an oversized Iron Maiden t-shirt, the hem just brushing the tops of your thighs. If you were wearing bottoms, they were short enough that he couldn't tell. That in itself would've been enough to warrant him filing the memory away for further use. The hottest girl at Hawkins High, a cheerleader, for god's sake, in nothing but a t-shirt? An Iron Maiden t-shirt, no less! It was like a fucking wet dream.

His eyes caught on your chest when they raked over you. He could see your nipples through your clothes, the thin white fabric gathering on either side. Piercings. Little silver barbells. The outline of them was clear as day.

His train of thought crashed, cheeks going pink as he fought for words. "I um...I...I didn't know you liked-..."

You crossed your arms, which only put your tits on display for him even more. "Iron Maiden?"

He gave an awkward chuckle, scratching his neck. "Yeah...m-metal."

A knowing smirk tugged at your lips, "You're drooling, Munson."

You turned from him and he trailed behind you like a lost dog, making sure to shut the door behind him, politely. His eyes danced around the room, admiring the impressive array of posters you'd papered the walls with. Motorhead. Wasp. Megadeath. Priest. Most intriguing by far was the drum set assembled in the corner, a gleaming electric blue in the  sunlight.

He wandered over, kneeling to admire the kit. "You live here alone?"

"Nah. My roommate's out of town. The drums are mine though, if that's what you're really asking."

He laughed, realizing he'd been caught. "They're fuckin' sick. I didn't even know you played."

You rustled through the contents of a messy drawer as you searched for cash, "There's lots of stuff you don't know about me, pretty boy."

"Apparently. Maybe I should take more house calls." The pet name lit a match in his stomach as he stood, shrugging. "You always look so sweet with those pom-poms. I thought you'd been buying with daddy's money. You know, saving your allowance up to throw together a party-stash. But you're not the little princess I took you for, are you?"

"Don't judge a book by it's cover, Munson." You winked, a wicked smile splitting your face as you pressed a wad of cash into his palm. "It's forty for the ounce, right?"

He chuckled, an idea forming in his head as he sighed, " 'm afraid not, princess. It's fifty, now. Twenty-five per half."

"Are you fucking with me? Jesus, man. You're robbing me blind." Eddie giggled as you searched out another ten. "Whatever happened to rewarding customer loyalty?"

He rolled his eyes, plopping down on the couch. "Customer loyalty, hm? So you haven't been cheating on me with Rick?"

Your gorgeous lips curved, "Now why would I cheat when you give it to me so good, baby?"

Eddie's ears went pink, a hot ache forming below his stomach at the words. You were cat-like as you stared him down, toying with your dinner before eating him whole.

"Well, you used to, at least." You raised your brows in dismay and sighed, adding the last bill to your stack.

His chest deflated at your words. God you were good. Dangerously good. Eddie smiled at the control you had over him, mischief in his eyes. "Alright then, sweetheart. I'll make you a deal."

You looked amused, as if you were sharing an inside joke with yourself. "Yeah?"

He nodded, long legs folding as he propped his ankle on his knee and spread his arms across the back of the couch. "I'll give you the whole ounce for twenty five-" Your eyes lit up, but he quickly cut in. "If...you put on a little concert for me."

"A concert?" Your jaw dropped.

"A drum solo, to be specific."

You snorted, "Are you serious, Munson?"

"As a heart attack." He shot you a shit eating grin.

You grabbed your sticks off the counter, "And what kind of sick fantasies of yours would I be fulfilling if I did that?"

Eddie laughed loudly, head lulling. "Oh, my fantasies are far more deprived than this. This is nothing."

You narrowed your eyes, pushing your drum stool over a few inches before taking a seat. "Nothing..."

"I'm just curious if you can actually play or if you're just desperate to impress me."

 You rolled your eyes, "You're lucky I need the cash."

"You're lucky I didn't ask for a lap dance."

Your laugh was bright and pretty, a lock of hair falling in your face as you shook your head at him, "Freak."

Eddie only beamed at the name, as if you'd awarded him a badge of honor. "You flatter me."

He should've known not to ask you to play for him. Three seconds in, and he was down for the count. Whipped.

Yes Eddie, ask the super hot rock 'n roll-cheerleading-stoner chick who's barely wearing pants to play the drums for you. Better yet, ask her to do so while she's clearly not wearing a bra, so you can watch her tits heaving beneath her shirt.

You could feel his eyes on you as you focused on the set. It was just something simple, really. It wasn't uncommon for people to ask you to play. You'd thrown together an impressive enough fill ages ago, having grown tired of wracking your brain for something to "perform" every time you were asked. It was muscle memory. You'd played it a million times now, but for some reason, your dealer's big brown eyes were making it hard to remember what the hell you were doing. It took a ridiculous amount of concentration to get through the solo. You were out of breath by the time you gave one final flourish, shoulders rising and falling steadily as you choked the last note on the cymbal.

Eddie's pupils were blown as he stared at you, his cheeks flushed. The room was tense, the air feeling significantly more dense than it had before you sat down. Christ, had these jeans always been this tight in the crotch?

You looked like pure sex as you stood, tossing your sticks to the side. "What'd you think?"

His mouth went bone dry as he searched desperately for a quip. He shrugged, "It was  alright."

You smiled softly at his weak teasing. Eddie's chest ached. I've gotta get the hell out of here.

He stood abruptly, grabbing his black lunch tin and setting it on the counter so he could dig through it. His voice cracked when he spoke,  "Alright. Twenty five. It's yours fair and square."

You opened your mouth to speak, but cut yourself off as you suddenly realized the source of his discomfort. No matter how he tried to hide his body against the Formica, it was obvious. Eddie Munson was rock hard.

"Eddie..."

He could tell you had noticed from the tone of your voice alone. He panicked, tossing you a plastic baggie. "You know what? Just take this and pay me next time. I'll get out of your hair and-"

"Eddie!"

He froze, mortified. Christ, he'd never live this down. Not in a million years.

He was halfway to the front door when you stalked over to him predatorily, an amused look on your face. He was too embarrassed to meet your eyes, but he also didn't want to stare down at your chest. You hummed, stepping in close against him to trap him between your body and the wall. "You're hard, aren't you?"

"N-No..." He forbid himself to succumb, as if you were trying to lure him into a trap.

"Hmm..." He tasted your breath as you reached forward to hold the collar of his shirt, nose nudging against his. Your lips were just out of reach as you slid a warm hand up his thigh to palm him through his jeans. He inhaled sharply, wetting his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. The corner of your mouth tugged. "You sure? It kind of feels like you're hard."

He chuckled breathlessly, "Alright, you caught me." Your cupid's bow grazed his, and his lips parted as he anticipated a kiss, but you didn't relent. He cursed, breaking down and pulling your hips in against his by the tie of your tiny pajama shorts. His words were hoarse with want, "If you want to touch me, then touch me."

"Who said I wanted to touch you?" Your words brushed and intertwined as you tortured him, your voice unbothered. Eddie felt like he was going to rip his hair out if he didn't feel your hand on his cock again within the next five minutes.

He pulled back, double checking that you were only toying with him, "I suppose you just felt me up for no reason, then."

He held your face in his hand like you were a doll, tracing your pretty smile with his thumb, his eyelashes heavy.

" 'm gonna make you a deal too, Munson."

Interest played in his eyes as he ignored the ache in his lower stomach.

"You're going to make me cum with your mouth-..."

"Jesus Christ." He exhaled, his words little more than a croak at this point.

"And then as a reward, I'll let you use me however you want."

He caught your gaze, eyes going wide. He cleared his throat, his hands still sitting firmly on your hips as if he thought you'd run off.  "Use you? You mean like-" 

 "Fuck me?" You nodded, your body growing impatient and needy as it pressed in further against his, "Yeah. Whatever you want, Eds."

There was a silence. Finally he gave a soft chuckle, bewildered. "What the hell is happening? Is this something you do a lot?"

"No. 's just..." You held his hand where he cradled your face. "You're hot and you're obviously horny. I am too. Figured it was a best case scenario."

He laughed, grinning, "Christ, tell me about it." His big hands crept to your ass, rolling over to press you against the wall instead. "I mean, my favorite client just asked me to taste her and fuck her silly? Hawkins own little cheer captain telling me to use her like a goddamn sex toy... I've gotta be dreaming."

Your chuckle is broken by a moan as Eddie wedged his thigh between your legs, letting you grind against him.

"God, this...shit...this isn't helping your ego is it?" Your eyes scrunched as you fought a moan, your head lulling back against the wall.

Eddie gave a wild grin, "You're wet aren't you?"

You whined, brows furrowing in concentration, "Soaked. You're gonna want to wash these pants."

"Are you kidding? I'm never washing these again." He groaned as he trailed kisses over your jaw, "You're going to taste so good, aren't you? All wet and needy for me..."

"Stop talking." You laughed softly, already looking halfway fucked out. Eddie whined pitifully, "Come're. Wanna make sure you're a good kisser before your head's between my legs."

Eddie Munson wasn't a good kisser, he was a fucking fantastic one. What wonderful information to have. He was warm. Ridiculously warm, really. That boy was a human space heater.

He touched you like he wanted you, though, and his lips were soft and needy. He smelled like green apples, perhaps from his body wash or shampoo, and tasted faintly of smooth cigarettes and some kind of candy. He groaned as your hands laced in his soft brown curls, and you decided right then and there as the kiss grew dirtier that you could get drunk solely from the feeling of his tongue against yours.

"Fuck, Eddie..." You didn't try and hide your moan this time.

"Lay down." He choked desperately, not caring where or how you chose to do so as long as he could strip you. "Like, right now. Lay down."

You giggled as he pushed you gently down onto the couch, hands fumbling to pull off your pajama shorts as you laid back. He settled between your legs, content to get to work right away, but you stopped him. "You've been staring at my tits all day, you perv. Are you gonna suck on them or not?"

He cursed, watching you toy with the piercings through your shirt. "Jesus, you're evil. You know exactly what the hell those've been doing to me, don't you?"

You laughed as you helped him tug off your shirt, revealing your bare tits to him. The silver that studded each of your nipples glinted in the sun that streamed in through the living room window. He cursed, watching you preen as he dragged his thumb over one, carefully. "How sensitive are they?"

Your face scrunched, "S-Sensitive. Not painful, though. I got them done a long time ago."

"Shit baby..."

He played with them for a few minutes, testing the waters to see if certain touches would be too much...what you liked and what you didn't...before finally cooing your name. He stared up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes as he took one of your tits in his mouth. You groaned, arching tensely against his hot tongue as he sucked you. His large, warm hand cupped your other breast, and you gasped sharply as he flicked and rolled its little silver stud. You felt him moan against your sternum as he buried his face in you, peppering kisses across the delicate skin there as his kiss bitten lips gave some attention to your other side.

"Eddie..." You sounded so pretty when you sighed his name like that, pleasure making you wiggle and squirm.

He smiled mischievously as you slowly grew more frustrated, "What is it, baby?

"My thighs are getting all sticky. Need your tongue." You frowned, searching for friction.

He had to take a deep breath at that, steadying himself. "Shit, you're gonna make a mess of me aren't you?"

You only whimpered in response, lifting your hips in hopes that he'd pull your ruined panties off. He hooked his fingers beneath your waistband, deciding to be nice and show your pretty cunt some love.

The fabric stuck to you as he when he pulled it down, and he groaned loudly. "Oh baby...you're not playing fair." You bit your lower lip as he laid on his tummy, and he giggled at the little squeal you gave when he pulled your knees up to rest over his shoulders. His breath was hot on your center, and your body tensed suddenly as he licked your inner thigh, smearing you across his chin.

You growled, "Holy shit, just touch me or you'll cream your jocks before you even get a chance to fuck me."

Eddie laughed, his smile blinding as he pressed a single kiss to your clit. " 'm just enjoying you, baby. 's not every day the Queen of Hawkins wants to ride your face."

"You are so annoy-..." You gasped, fingers immediately lacing in his dark curls. He chuckled against you as he lapped his hot tongue over the length of your slit. You whimpered pitifully as he explored you with his wet mouth. "Shit..."

He hummed teasingly, "That's it...she's needy isn't she, sweetheart?" You rode his face as he suckled at your clit, his eyelashes fluttering shut as he got lost in the taste and feel of your slick. Vibrations frizzled your nerve endings as he spoke against you, "Can I use my fingers? Or just my mouth?"

"Fingers..."

He shook his head against you as you bucked into his chin, sneaking his hand between your legs. His eyes trained on you as he pushed his middle finger deep inside, crooking it gently as he pulled back to spit into your heat. You mewled and writhed as it dripped down over your folds, wetting you enough for another finger to slip inside.

His name was breathless on your lips as his free hand groped at your breast, his fingers continuing to thrum against a deep, soft spot inside of you. His lips were fit perfectly around your clit, sucking and nursing at the bud there as he tried to mentally record each sound you made.

He throbbed as he grinded his hips down against the couch cushions, precum wetting his boxers. The feeling of your hands in his hair tightened the ache in his stomach, making his skin hotter and hotter with want as he buried his face in the apex of your thighs. You flinched, walls pulsing and tightening as he grazed your gspot.

"T-There! There..."

Even with your eyes squeezed shut, you could hear the cockiness in his voice. "Mhm, 's that the spot, angel?" He pressed down, rubbing hard fast circles against a soft spot deep in your tummy, and you cried out raspily.

"Oh God...Fuck! Eddie!" Your back arched sharply as your tensed, TV static starting to tingle your fingertips and toes. "Don't stop."

"I won't. I've got you. Just let go for me..."

Swells of warm pleasure washed over you, your insides flipping and fluttering and  pulsating as your head fell back against the couch. Your jaw fell open in a silent scream, your stomach muscles twitching. Blood roared and rushed in your ears. and your vision went white as you fought the remaining trembles and flinches. You squirmed, pushing lazily at his head as he continued flicking his tongue.

"Eddie 'm....'m done. 's too much." The ache in your stomach started to reform itself, his mouth not bothering to move from your sensitive clit. "Eddie..." You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. "Hurts..."

His chest ached at your pitiful voice, "Just one more for me, hm?"

"Eddie..." You writhed, though pleasure had already started teasing at the edges of your belly.

"It'll only hurt for another second, angel. Tell me if it's too much."

His words were fuzzy, your head already too far gone as bliss welled up in your muscles again. You were sensitive, and the sensation built more quickly this time as he sucked. Your hips chased the feeling, "Oh...Oh..."

When you came a second time, it was like a  dip in cool water, soothing the burn of the first orgasm that had ripped through you. You felt loose...warm and content.

Eddie's voice was soothing as your heavy eyes blinked open again, though you couldn't quite process what he was saying yet. He looked so beautiful there as he smiled at you. "There she is. Hey, pretty...You comin' back down from the clouds?"

You nodded, eyes dizzy. "I...I'm here. 'm here."

He couldn't help but croon down to kiss you softly, and you gave a happy sound. He smiled against your lips as his heart fluttered.

"Eddie..." You whispered, voice raspy as you pecked one last kiss to his lips. "I bet you've got a pretty cock."

He laughed through a groan, gripping your thigh in one hand as he rolled onto his back,  pulling you on top of him, "Yeah?"

"I've thought about it a lot, actually." You gave an evil little smirk, "I bet you're pretty all over."

He blushed as you leaned up to peck both of his cheeks, "No one's ever called me pretty before."

"Well you are. 'm kind of upset you're not naked, yet. I want to see those tattoos, Munson." Your hand snuck beneath the hem of his shirt, gliding over his happy trail.

His palm slid down your back to your ass, squeezing it. "Fuck, baby. Tell me how you want it."

You shook your head, pushing his shirt up so he could pull it up and off his shoulders. You traced his inked skin, your tongue dancing around the edge of the picture drawn on his bicep. "That's your choice, pretty boy. You want me on top or beneath? Or maybe you'd rather take me from behind..."

"Shit, All of the above." He groaned as your quick fingers tugging at his belt buckle, pulling it loose. He lifted his hips as you slid his jeans and boxers down. The sight of his cock made you curse, his pink tip already weeping against his tummy. "Fuck, Eds. I was right, wasn't I?"

His hands slid up over your thighs as you took him in your fist, pumping him slowly. His hips jumped, head tilting back as his eyes scrunched. "I have a question."

You smiled, "Mhm?"

"You said I could use you however I want. Does that mean...um...I just wasn't sure if you were on the pill because I..." He groaned, gripping your hips.

"What do you want, sweetheart? You can tell me." He choked a sob as you dipped your hand between your legs to gather your slick, smearing it over his length.

"I want to cum inside you." He blurted it desperately, as if he could barely choke the words out.

You grinned, sliding the head of his cock through your heat, "You really are a freak, aren't you Munson?"

He went breathless as you hovered over him. "I'm a freak. 's true...'m a freak." His brow furrowed, colorful curses escaping his lips as you slid down onto his length.

You squirmed against the dull ache, tears welling at the overwhelming heat,  "Fuck, Eddie 'm so full."

"Oh god, you're so tight baby..."

His head was fuzzy and weak. His tip was deep inside you, nearly grazing your cervix when when his hips met the bottoms of your thighs. Your slick leaked from you down onto his happy trail. It felt like you were being split in half. You could've sworn there was a bulge in your belly when you pressed your hand to it. Your voice was breathless, "I need just a second."

"Hey, 's okay. I've got you." He rubbed the crease of your hip comfortingly, wondering to himself when the last time you'd been with someone was. Clearly you were experienced. You were a goddess, for christsake. But the look on your face made him think maybe you weren't bedding "Hawkins' Best" as often as you would have liked him to believe.

You sat there for a while, full and warm and content. Eddie's hand slid from your hips to your middle, sneaking his thumb down to circle your clit slowly. You whimpered as it soothed the slight ache, the stimulation relaxing your walls so they could adjust to his girth. You rocked your hips ever so slightly.

"That's it...'s that feel good?"

You nodded as you planted your hands on his chest. Eddie watched you with wide eyes, knowing his tip must be leaking inside of you from the sight alone.

Your eyes were closed, brow furrowed with concentration as you carefully, slowly fucked yourself on him. You sought out your own pleasure, adjusting slightly on him like he was your own personal sex toy. He cursed when you found a good spot, freezing in that position to bounce up and down on your knees.

"Shit, baby. You using my cock to get off? Fucking yourself on in?"

You went faster, clutching your own breast with a whine as the thrum of pleasure built in you. Eddie's hips bucked, unable to sit still and watch you any longer, and your inner thighs began to slap against his lower stomach. You gasped, head falling back as he met your hips with every thrust. He bounced you in his lap, a warm, dull pain settling in you as he nudged your cervix. "Eddie..."

You sounded so desperate when you moaned his name. A far cry from the overly confident voice you normally used around him. It made his chest flutter, knowing he was making you feel so good that you couldn't find it in you to worry about maintaining your cool image. "What is it, angel? You feeling good?"

The whimper you gave barely resembled a yes. "You can f-fuck me whenever you want to, ok?"

He inhaled sharply as your walls pulsed and clenched, giving a breathy chuckle at your words. "Yeah? You like getting cock from your dealer, sweetheart?"

"I..." You gave a sob as he thrusted up into you hard and fast. "I like you..." 

"Shit..." He pulled you in close letting you lay over his body with his stomach against yours as he gave your cute ass a slap, kissing you lovingly when you squeaked. His warm hand massaged the little red spot as it formed, squeezing you. "I like you so much, baby. You don't even know."

You moaned a pretty moan, lifting his head a little to gather his hair off of his neck. You kissed down his jaw, sucking his Adam's apple when he swallowed thickly.

"Fuck...Always loved seeing you in those cheer uniforms...Waving those pom-poms. Always thought you were the prettiest thing in town. Innocent as a lamb."

You gave a pitiful whine at his confession, your clit hitting against his abdomen with every thrust.

"And then today...finding out we like the same shit and seeing your pretty little tits all pierced and watching you play those goddamn drums... Fuck princess. You tryin' to kill me?"

"I wanted to suck your cock." You whined, hips bucking.

"What?"

"When I saw you at the front door...You looked so pretty, Eds. I wanted to get on my knees for you."

Eddie felt himself twitch inside you, and you squeezed his thighs. "You know what? I think you're a freak too..." His thumb found your clit as your jaw dropped, walls throbbing around him. He could feel you getting close. "You're a freak just like me, aren't you? Letting your dealer fuck you raw and cum inside you? Imagine if all of your little cheer friends saw you now..."

His dirty talk had your eyes glued to his dark ones, fighting back the swelling feeling of your high as he egged you on.

"You said I can fuck you whenever I want, huh? Bet you'd like it if I railed you in the janitor's closet before a pep rally."

You cried out, writhing as he held your hips down against his, making you sit still with his full length in you. He pinched your clit gently as you fought for friction.

"What would Chrissy say, huh? What would she say if the next time you did your little pyramid, she looked up and saw my cum dripping down your legs?"

He cradled your face, dragging his thumbs over your cheeks to collect the tears that had gathered in your lashes. "I-...I'm so close."

"Cum. Jesus christ, cum for me baby. I've been edging for like, ten minutes." He fucked up into you messily, struggling to keep his rhythm as your muscles finally contracted around him. You sobbed loudly, thighs clenching around his hips. You barely noticed the rush of clear liquid that released from inside you, pooling on Eddie's stomach and rolling down his sides in little wet trails.

If Eddie wasn't already gone, the feeling of you squirting heat all over his abdomen did him in instantly. The tightness in his muscles snapped like a rubber band. He gave a pathetic, whimpery moan, one that would have embarrassed him if his brain hadn't felt like it was on fire, and arched off the bed sharply as his body tensed with bliss.

His vision was white when as he returned to earth slowly, his gaze was drunken beneath his eyelids as he laid there, limp with more pleasure than he'd ever felt.

When he finally came back to you, you were curled up into his side, brushing away tears from his cheeks that he didn't remember shedding.

"Eddie...Eddie..." You cooed his name, combing hair back from his face sweetly. You gave a relieved sigh. "Jesus, Eds. I thought I'd killed you."

"You did." He groaned, still catching his breath. "And what a way to go."

You laughed brightly, kissing him as wrapped an arm around you protectively, "You alright? You need water or something?"

He shook his head, "Just want to keep kissing you. I didn't get to kiss you nearly enough."

You hummed, "Kind of got excited and jumped to the main event, didn't we?"

His lips curved sweetly, "Next time, I'll be nice and slow with you...take my time."

You can feel yourself blushing, which is not a common occurrence. "Next time, huh?"

"Oh, yeah babe. You're mine now. I've recently been informed that I can fuck you whenever I want."

"Ah yes..." He catches your giggle, his lips finding yours as he reaches for his shirt and hands it to you.

" 'm gonna kiss every inch of you. Twice. Maybe three times if I'm feeling sappy."

"Mhm...well I still want you to fuck my face if we can fit that into your schedule."

Eddie snorted, "I was trying to be sweet! You fiend!"

"So was I!"

He squeezed your ass passively, "Well then, I'll make you a deal, Tiger..."

You fought a smile.

"I'll graciously allow you to blow me and I'll give you the ounce for free if..." Your brows raised, "You'll let me keep you."

"Keep me?" You knew exactly what he meant, but you wanted to hear him explain.

"You know, take you out. Kiss you whenever I want. Write you love poetry and shit."

Your tummy fluttered, "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He chuckled, "I think that'd be an appropriate term for them arrangement."

Mischief split your face as you stared up into those pretty brown eyes.

"You've got yourself a deal, Munson."

***********

@steeldaisies @eddielives1986

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munsen x reader #eddie munsen imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munsen #eddie munsen smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie x reader smut #eddie x you smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you smut #eddie smut

[julesthequirky]

Beautiful Trauma - A Soldier Boy Miniseries: Chapter 2

Beautiful Trauma

Pairings: F!Reader x Ben/Soldier Boy

Summary: The reader is the real widower of Ben/Soldier Boy and loved their life together before the incident. In 1983 she took Compound V, so she could be with Ben forever, but in 1984 her life crashes to the ground, and she’s stuck in a world without him. In 2022 a knock at the door changes her life, and when she’s told that Ben is alive she hopes that there can be a forever after all.

A/N: Reader has certain traditional gender values, that are antiquated today.

Chapter Warnings: Antiquated views, language, and mentions of domestic violence.

Chapter W/C: 2435

This work is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine. If you like it, heart, and reblog it. All feedback is gold.

1984

The baby slept in the bedroom, and some random crap played on the radio – the busted tv still in its place – it never got replaced. The stubbed-out end of a blunt lay in an ashtray along with the others, its job complete in dosing you up. Trapped smoke lingered around the room with nowhere to escape, and you were dozing on the sofa after smoking enough to take out a whole football team.

The boot bashing in your door jerked you awake. Still high, you rubbed your eyes and watched Payback, minus Gunpowder, and Swatto, storm in.

“Jesus, fuck. Smells like a ganja farm in here.” Mindstorm commented, coughing and waving his hand to waft the smoke away.

Confused, mind foggy from the blunt, you continued to stare.

“Look at her. She doesn’t know what time of day it is.” Crimson Countess noted, walking around the apartment living area.

“She probably doesn’t even know we’re here,” Tessa said, and she and her brother laughed.

“I do.” You slurred.

Crimson Countess picked up a photograph of you and Ben on your wedding day. You were standing on tiptoe, kissing Ben on his cheek, and he looked handsome as ever in his Philly baseball shirt, with one arm hooked around your waist and the other in the pocket of his slacks. It had been taken outside the registrar’s office. She put it back with a curl to her lip.

“Disgusting.” She muttered.

You blinked, and she continued to loiter, mumbling under her breath about the photos on the mantle and the Soldier Boy memorabilia. Then she spun on her heel, marched to the closed door where your daughter slept, and ripped it from its hinges.

“Mindstorm, do your worst.”

Instinct kicked in, if a little too slowly, and you flew off the couch only to topple to the floor. Stumbling, head-fogged, you attempted to barge through the TNT and Mindstorm barricade.

You shoved Mindstorm to one side, but the TNT duo pushed you back.

“I don’t understand.” Mindstorm muttered as you fell on your ass.

“TNT! Detonate!” Tommy and Tessa yelled in unison and joined hands. Then, they each held a hand up, aiming at you.

Your eyes widened. Shit. In your stoned-out state, you froze and waited for the electric bolt that would surely come your way. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the inevitable. Nothing. No electric. And certainly, no nightmares.

“What the fuck!” Tommy and Tessa screeched.

“Nothing’s happening.” Mindstorm muttered.

You opened your eyes. Mindstorm and TNT were staring at you, trying, but failing to use their powers against you.

“I can’t hear her. It’s so quiet….”

You didn’t understand. Compound V had been a dud. You hadn’t gained any powers – not even the most common – super strength. You’d sobbed on Ben, and he had comforted you as best as he could. Compound V had meant to be the way forward – it had meant forever with Ben. And the lack of powers had destroyed that. But here you were, gasping in breaths with three members of Payback powerless in front of you.

“Crimson! We’ve got a problem!”

Crimson walked out with your daughter on her hip and a hand on the other. “What?”

“Our powers are useless.” Tessa said.

“Sweet peace…”

“Useless…” Crimson muttered and held out a hand. She smirked, and where a fireball typically erupted – nothing. Not even a wisp of smoke.

“The hell?” Crimson attempted another fireball, this time putting some effort into it. But still nothing.

You used the fact that three out of four were stumped to your advantage to grab your daughter from Crimson Countess. Then, still unsteady, you stumbled and fell into TNT.

“Don’t just stand there. Do something!”

Spurred on, Tommy yanked you up by the collar, but Tessa got excited. Her manic smile swam in your view as she clocked you in the jaw. Stars burst, and Tommy pushed you down. Unable to save yourself, your head bounced on the carpet, and in the distance, you heard their hyena cackles and Crimson’s throaty voice, “Vought sends their regards.”, before blacking out.

2022

Silence fell around the room as the information was revealed to them. Looks were exchanged that you weren’t privy to.

“What? That’s what you didn’t know about?”

The unkempt one cussed under his breath.

“Butcher, this just got a whole lot fuckin’ complicated.” The black man said. His tone warning.

“Nah. It’ll be fine, MM.” Butcher said, waving him off.

He then gave you a sly look. “Hang on, if you were wiv Soldier Boy back then, ‘ow come you ent snapped out of the cuffs?”

You tugged at the cuff attached to the table leg. “I would if I could.”

“But you’re a Supe.” Butcher stated.

You laughed bitterly. “I’m not a Supe.”

“Well, excuse my French lady, but you look fucking phenomenal for 70. Fuckin’ ‘ell, bo’le, what you got up and rinse that shit for all its worth.”

“The V didn’t work. I didn’t get powers,” It wasn’t entirely true, but some secrets were worth keeping to yourself. “Except for the no ageing thing. That’s it.”

Butcher sat with his hand on his chin, taking it in. Then, finally, he opened his mouth to speak, but the youngun beat him to the punch.

“Are you the one that keeps leaving flowers on Soldier Boy’s statue?”

You nodded. Every anniversary, Valentine’s, birthday, and Christmas. And sometimes whenever you felt like it. Ben’s statue embodied the only living resemblance that he had been alive in a world that continued to slip from your grasp. Sitting there and talking to him restored balance in your life.

“If you know that Vought are scummy fuckers, why ent you done anyfink about it?”

“Like what? Storm in there and demand my daughter back and for them to tell the truth? Yeah, that would work really well.”

Butcher held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, luv, don’t getchur knickers in a twist.”

“Those fuckers stole a baby. Mon Dieu...”

The Asian beside him rubbed her hand up and down the Frenchman’s back, comforting him.

“Somethings not sitting right,” MM started. He stood and paced the room. “Vought grabbed your child, and they didn’t kill you?”

“Why would they kill me? They got what they wanted. Taking my daughter sent the message plain and clear– that they can get away with anything.”

“But—”

“Oi, leave off, wouldja.”

MM tensed his jaw, his fists clenched, but he questioned you no more. Instead, he sat and glared at Butcher.

You turned your attention to the leader of the gang, Butcher. “Can I please go now?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Tell us where Crimson is first.”

You huffed, annoyed.

“I don’t know where she is.”

“The fuck you don’t. She was Soldier Boy’s public girlfriend, and I fink you hated her wiv ev’ry fiba of your being.”

Yeah, you hated her, but after they’d taken your daughter, you just didn’t give a shit about anything anymore. Waking up sober with Vought lawyers knocking on your door with papers to sign about your daughter’s “untimely death” put you into three decades’ deep depression.

“I lost everything. You think I’m gonna care about some washed-up, has-been cooze? Ben was Payback, and without him, those losers are nothing.”

“Tell us!”

“She’s a two-bit trailer trash whore! Now tell me where Ben is!”

*

The bastards left you handcuffed to the table leg as they searched for Crimson Countess. As they left, you heard MM to Butcher, “There’s something she’s not telling us. Something’s not adding up. Why would they leave her alive after sending…”. You strained to hear the rest, but they were too far away.

Stupid fucking cuffs. You screamed in frustration, eventually managing to snap the table leg and free yourself. The handcuff dangled from one wrist – that would have to wait. More important things were at stake. You threw a chair at the window of the door, smashing it. With another one, you swiped the window free of glass and escaped. Nothing would stop you from getting to Ben.

Ben was in America. And he wanted revenge. He deserved payback for what those fuckers did to him in Nicaragua. And you would be there right by his side, supporting him.

*

The car swerved as a boom went off. The glass in the windows disintegrated, and the earth shook. You saw a bright light erupt into the sky. What the fuck? Desperate to return in the right direction, you turned the steering wheel until it gave out as the car continued to hydroplane.

It spun out, and you conceded death as the car careened into a fence post. The airbag deployed, and you smacked into it. Dazed but otherwise alright, you left the car and ran to the explosion site.

The lactic acid burned in your chest and legs, but you kept running. Ben was your world; you’d been without him for so long.

“Hughie!”

Butcher’s cockney accent punctured the air nearby, and you almost knocked into the kid.

“Fuck!” He yelled, jumping out of the way as you came whizzing by. You heard the sound of a Geiger counter ticking for a split second.

An orange glow emitted from Cuntess’ trailer, and a figure stood amidst the wreckage. Your heart leapt, and you used the last ounce of adrenaline to run to him. He moved away from the burning trailer.

Hope bloomed. Your pride and joy. Your world. Your feet pounded the grass. Your heart hammered in your chest. You shouted his name, and Ben turned around, ready for the threat pursuing him, but when he saw you, he stood stock still, his shield dropped, hitting the grass with a clank.

Ben stumbled a few steps as you latched on, arms wrapped around him. He stunk of smoke, but you didn’t care. Overwhelmed, you stuffed your face into his chest and broke down. Never in a million years had you thought it possible. You’d dreamt of reuniting with Ben, but the sad reality began again when dawn’s light pushed through the crack in your curtains, and you awoke alone.

His hand threaded into your hair, his head dipped, and he pressed his lips to yours.

“I’ve missed you so much, woman.” Ben breathed you in, taking slow and steady breaths, recounting for all the lost time.

The off-kilter angle of your world started to adjust itself, and you felt whole. Complete. You had your man. Now you just had to find your daughter.

He tilted your chin up and wiped the tears away with gentle thumbs, softly telling you to hush.

Nearly forty years later and this man still managed to leave you breathless. He honestly was flawless. Dark hair, which flopped over, so inviting your hands itched to sink into. Green eyes so dazzling and pretty, along with sinfully plush lips that whispered lewd things in your ear and gave scalding kisses in the dead of night. The fuzz he sported brought his flawless, gorgeous look together.

“You’re giving me a real chubby looking at me like that.”

You matched your bedroom eyes with a come hither smile. “Let’s go find some hay to roll in, then.”

You couldn’t catch his words, but the searing look told you of his intentions for the night.

“Sorry to interrupt the reunion.” A certain Cockney accent butted in.

Ben’s eyes became cold and flinty, and his stance became protective. He bent and picked up his shield, stepping in front of you. Irritated, you sidestepped, noticing Butcher and Hughie. Ben gripped your arm and shoved you behind him again.

“Stay put, woman.” He demanded.

“Charmin’. If I talked to my missus that way, she’d give me a bloody nose.”

You couldn’t see, and his hand on your arm stopped you from moving. He had a nice back, but you were getting tired of looking at it, so you leaned over, but he yanked you back in place.

“Well, mine knows her place.”

You couldn’t see, but you were sure he wore a tight smile. Probably pissed that you were showing him up.

Being a good wife to Ben gave you pride. Keeping him happy made you happy. You had dinner ready for him as he came through the door, fetched him beers when he asked, and, importantly, made sure you looked pretty for him. It gave you a purpose, and having your daughter only expanded that.

At times he could be abrasive, but you attributed that to Payback and Vought. They demanded so much from him, and he gave what he could. Whenever he did snap, you snapped back, which let him know you weren’t gonna take any of his crap. Sometimes if you crossed a line, he would rebuke you with a swat to the cheek. But you were always ready and willing with your apology – between his legs, on your knees.

“Alright—” Butcher started.

“I’m in. Meet me tomorrow, and don’t forget the stuff.”

In? Tomorrow? Stuff? Ben dragged you away before you could ask. If Butcher and his team had spoken to Ben, you’d bet your bottom dollar that they’d conveniently forgotten about you.

“Ben, I know them. The English bastard falsely arrested me, and they hounded me for information on Cuntess.”

“I’ll deal with it.” He gruffly snapped.

This side of Ben was all business, and you knew better than to cross Ben like this. Getting on the wrong side warranted a visit to the hospital with a well-thought-out lie.

“Okay.”

A heavy hand laid on your heart. Ben could be harsh, but he had a heart of gold and meant well. Your happiness resided in him. If he wasn’t happy, then neither were you. You couldn’t let it disrupt your forever. But something would until she was found. It wasn’t fair for him not to know.

Ben reached a car. He popped the trunk and placed his shield in.

“You gonna get in, or are you gonna stand there looking gormless?”

“Ben. I need to tell you something.”

He turned to you, irritated. “What?”

You stalled, and he gave you that look, meaning he had no patience for your antics.

“Vought took Heather.”

The air stilled, and the tang of burnt metal filled your nostrils. Ben bared his teeth, and the roof edge creaked as it bent under his hands. His breaths came out fast, like a raging bull. You expected another explosion, but nothing.

“Ben?”

At your tentative question, he looked up, fixing you with an intense stare. “I’ll get those fuckers. Don’t you worry.”

And you knew he meant it.

Tags:

@spnfamily-j2

#Beautiful Trauma #JulesTheQuirky's fics #julesthequirky #Ben #Soft Ben #Soldier Boy #reader insert #The Boys #Ben x reader #SB #soldier boy reader insert #soldier boy x you #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy angst #SPNFanficPond Guppy Writer

[scorpioracha]

Skz during wash day

This is one of my maladaptive daydreams that gives me the sweet sweet Sarah Tone nun😩

Soooo I thought I would share with you all

Mostly fluff a bit of crack and since I’m me NSFW themes

Bang Chan 방찬

-I feel like earlier on in the relationship Chan is a little hesitant to take part in your wash day routine??? Idk I feel like since it’s something he might not be familiar with, his initial thought process is to stay out of your way.

-As he grows more comfortable in the relationship he spends a good portion of the day just peaking in and out of the bathroom, making a list in his notes app of the products you use in case you ever run low

-Definitely reads up on natural hair forums and comes to you with seemingly out of the blue questions.

“Baby girl?”

“Yeah?”

“In your opinion what is better for your hair. Shea moisture or coconut oil?”

“…huh?!”

-Wants to be near you but still doesn’t want to interfere so he perches himself on the edge of your bathtub and just admires you.

-is not prepared for the mid wash day frustration. He sees you getting antsy and with his natural born cheerleader tendencies he tries to cheer you on.

-it did not work💀

“Baby girl you’re doing so go-“

“Boy. Hush.”

-he has learned if he wants to stay in the bathroom during this process, there will be no speaking.

-music is a must on these days. He’ll either play low fi music or some tracks him and the guys have been working on. The peace and almost quiet is something he’s grown to love on these days.

-Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence. Sharing songs and instead of words, encouraging grins and little finger hearts.

-Yeah, Chan loves wash day

Lee Minho 리노

-this gremlin.

-This motherfucker

-You never know what version of him you’re gonna get on a regular day, let alone wash days

-Being alone was never an option. He values your space just as much as he values his own.

-Just not on wash day.

-he’s got sharp eyes and an even sharper nose. If he doesn’t see you trying to detangle your hair in the sink, he’s going to smell it.

-Imagine the cartoon characters following the smell of something yummy

-That is Minho the minute you open any of your products. And the worst thing about him is he comes in silently.

“Mm coconut?”

“Jesus Christ Minho!”

-He’s definitely like a stubborn cat who just wants to be around you without being helpful at all.

“Baby please I can’t detangle my hair and hold your hand”

“… it’s my hand”

-cue grumpy Lino

-if you thought that was the worst of it you were solely mistaken.

“Jagiyaaaa…Jagi…love of my life…my reason to liv-“

“WHAT??!!”

“…I’m bored” :(

-Would never admit it to the group but honestly a big kid

-You keep him occupied by asking him to oil some rubber bands for you and it falls pleasantly silent

-Turns out he just wanted to be helpful. You can’t help but reach over and give him a little kiss. His ears flush read and he hums happily pulling you in for a few more.

-…wash day is definitely going to take the ENTIRE day at this rate

-but you wouldn’t have it any other way

Changbin 창빈

-Im sorry to do my baby like this but a little slow-

-Definitely has the spirit tho!!

-Unlike the other two he definitely wants to be hands on during the process, and I mean the whole process. You got braids to take down? Show him how to do it and park your pretty ass between his legs. You got a puff to detangle? aht aht sit your ass down😐👇🏾

-It’s definitely a learning curve for the both of you, him not having enough experience with natural hair and you having done it all your life getting a bit frustrated with him. He’s too gentle with the wide tooth comb and your life flashed before your eyes when he tried to run the rat tooth comb through a knot…his did too when you death gripped his hand on pure instinct🤠

-But since we know loverboy always wants to be all up under you he does research on his own time and comes back still as eager but this time with some knowledge to back it up and if he read the hair love book for visual learning then that’s between us🥲

-if you’re more independent and honestly don’t want his help in this aspect of your life then he’ll accept it and watch from a far or even entertain himself in a different room while you work.

-If you do accept his help he’s going to do everything he can to prove that he’s

A)a fast learner

And

B)more intuitive than he comes off

-he loves having you near him and honestly taking down braids or detangling is therapeutic for the both of you. He’s a romantic at heart and head over ass soft for you so he’ll definitely try to make the experience as calming as it can be—he’s seen you take down/detangle yourself and his own arms hurt from watching—you’re his baby and he just sees this as another way of taking care of you

-Be ready for tons of forehead kisses and unfiltered aegyo because this man is soft

-He knows how important your hair is to you so he has a bit of a heartgasm over the fact that you trust him enough to help. He can’t help but to lavish you in praise.

“you’re so beautiful yeobo”

“Oh? yeobo? Gonna make me Seo y/n”

-he blushes all the way down his neck and giggles but doesn’t deny it as he leaves kisses along your temple

Hyunjin 현진

-Oh you and this pretty baby? Your wash day becomes y’all’s washday.

-He didn’t really understand why you dedicated an entire day to your hair at first but once he saw the magic in motion he understood and he wanted in.

-Every time you pulled out the deep conditioner he would follow you to the bathroom giggling in excitement grabbing his robe and wash cloth because it meant y’all were gonna get naked and he was ready.

-you soon learned that kneeling down with your head in the tub wearing nothing but a towel

A)was really fucking annoying trying to keep it up

And

B) turned Hyunjin into a feral little freak

“Baby pleaseee I’ll be quickkkkk!”

“Jinnie, I love you but you’re getting shampoo in my eyes so move!!!”

The entire time he kneeled next to you and ran his hands along the nape of your neck and your back. It would’ve been cute if he wasn’t giving you his fuck me pout and not so subtly biting at his lower lip.

-yes a little freak indeed

-when you finally were able to rinse out the deep conditioner and sectioned your hair into four twists it was Hyunjin’s turn to get washed

-kneeling over the tub was a bit harder for him but he liked how close it made you two as you had to hover over him to get to his scalp

-Honestly has a spiritual awakening while you’re scrubbing at his scalp. Spends the majority of the shampoo completely silent wondering how he’s ever washed his hair any other way and the other half of it letting out little hisses and whimpers, eyes shut just completely focused on the feeling of your nails running along his scalp

-makes the rest of the experience sensual without even trying to

-He’s sitting there like 🥰☺️☁️😴💤

And you’re sitting here like 😳💦

-most of the horny goes away though when you wrap his hair up in a towel and he sits up starry eyed with cute rosy cheeks

-But he couldn’t be cute for long🙄

-While you cooed at him he wrapped his hands around your waist and snatched your towel, sprinting out of the bathroom towards your shared room

Jisung 한

-Oh Jisung Jisung Jisung

-our boy Sungie

-He is a ball of anxiety🧍🏾‍♀️

-It’s most likely his first time dating a black girl so his mind is just racing with every possible way he could accidentally offend you to the point where he just looks like this the entire time😀

-His first instinct is he wants to touch because it’s freshly washed and soft and smells like a lavender vanilla wonderland

-he knows he’s usually allowed to touch, but this is a different activity and a different context so he’s like 67% sure there will be different rules

-he knows the answer to all of his problems is just asking but his tongue feels a bit heavy and his eyes are darting back and forth between your hands and the comb and-

“Sungie baby, you okay? You look constipated”

“Is it racist if I really wanna touch your hair right now? I know this is a nuanced topic and I’ve been doing my own research because it’s not your job to educate me on these things but I’m really confused and it looks so soft and I love you so much and-“

You have to grab his shoulders and shake him a bit to get him to calm down. You then bring him to the living room, sat criss cross on the floor and explain everything to him and he has those big wide eyes and is gently nodding to show he’s really listening.

“So…I can touch?”

You can’t help but to laugh and pat his cheek.

“Yes sungie, you can touch. I’ll do you one better, you wanna learn how to do some twists?”

-and Jisung is anything if not a man up for a challenge

-you spend the rest of the day starting twists for him to finish until he gets the hang of it with a now full lap of snacks—the convenient store below your apartment was real convenient—and the tv playing your comfort show

Felix 필릭스

-oh ho ho ho ho, this boy is gonna be so helpful you have no idea.

-you usually try to schedule your wash days for when he’s not home so you don’t disturb the little bit of rest he gets inside, so it becomes a free for all for you. Music blasting, no pants on, face still a bit crusty from freshly waking up and food on the stove ready to be heated up when you’re done.

-you are completely in your element

-until you turn around and Felix is behind you with a grin on his face

-bro the heart attack you had💀

-he’s standing in the doorway of the kitchen balancing an assortment of sweets from a bakery near the studio and a camomile tea in the other hand

“Hi baby”he’d say, voice a little too raspy for your comfort. You narrowed your eyes at him taking a step back.

“Hi…?”

“Hyungs sent me home!”

“…why?”

“I have strep!”

“…youhaveWHAT-“

After you had certified that he was in fact not dying and had antibiotics in one of those bags you could finally relax.

-or so you thought?

“Whatcha doin lover mine?”he asks wrapping his arms around you waist.

“Move plague victim” you whines

trying to squirm away from him, he laughed—one of his deep ones that made you weak in the knees—and held you closer.

“Doctor said it’s a minor case, I’ll be better by tomorrow”

“Oh thank goodn-“

“But I told Hyungs I need the next few days off”

You were puzzled.

“Why?”

“Why?”he grins, “cause I missed my baby.”

“Oh you think you’re so cute”you’d say finally wiggling out of his grasp, walking towards the bedroom.

“As a button!” He called after you

-the house was quiet for a few more hours as you took your washday from being scattered around the kitchen back into your bedroom, Felix being fast asleep on the couch. All the excitement—and NyQuil—tuckered him out.

-He slept like a rock until the early evening when you finally finished the last braid for your braid out and went to go check on him.

-he sat on the couch, swaddled in a blanket looking at you like you had murdered his puppy.

“You traitor!”

“Huh-“

“You were doing your hair stuff without me!!”he whines, launching a throw pillow at you.

“M-my hair stuff? Baby what?-“

He huffed and stared up at you. “You think I don’t notice? At least every two weeks I come home from the studio and you smell like coco butter and coconut and yummy and I never get to see you do it and I wanted to see!!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you flop onto the couch next to him and pinch his cheek.

“Baby you were asleep, and you’re sick”

“Do you not want me to help?”he asks looking uncharacteristically serious.

-you had never really thought about it. You always assumed that he wouldn’t be interested or get bored. There was no point getting used to the help when he was just gonna wander away after a bit anyways.

“I always want your help, Lix”you say squeezing his hand, “it’s just-“

“It’s just nothing”he pouts. “Y/n I love you, all of you and I wanna be a part of this”

“Felix baby, it’s not really that big of a deal”

“Well it’s a big deal to me”he says, “cause you’re a big deal to me. Is there any way I can still help?”

-You sigh and bite back a smile.

“You wanna grease my scalp?”

“Yes yes yes!”he bounces in place.

-late nights in the living room sat between Felix’s legs as he hums softly and greases the parts one by one with total reverence.

-Being cherished wasn’t a feeling you were used to, but you could. Peering back to see his adoring eyes you sighed and leaned further back against his legs.

-yeah, you could get used to this.

Seungmin 성민

-Seungmin is another one of our quality time babies but is a little more lowkey about it?

-let me explain, our boy Seungmin is a lover of paralleled activities. He’s happy to just sit in silence working on different things as long as you’re in his vicinity.

-soooo this definitely applies to wash day

-You usually set up in the living room with your supplies while Seungmin is either in the kitchen washing dishes or in the living room with you doing his own thing.

-Definitely a supportive man, no price is too much If it’s in your benefit. But he’s also a little tease so if you want something from him you need to speak up. Part of this is him wanting to be a little shit but the larger part of this is for you to build up confidence in asking for what you want.

“Seungminnie…”you whine, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He chuckled softly and ran his hand across the expanse of your back.

“My big babyyyy”he coos, “All you have to do is ask”

“But…”

“Baby, do you want it or not?”he asks, patting your butt.

“I want it…”

“Then ask for it”he says.

“Fine”you huff, “can you please buy me a satin bonnet?”

“Of course cutie, you know where my card is”

-He doesn’t really get too involved? Not that he’s not interested in you, he just doesn’t see a point in stepping in when you’ve already got a routine working for you.

-If it starts getting too late and you’re still not finished, he’ll order take out and park himself in front of you to feed you. If he cares about anything more than you, it’s feeding you. Dating Seungmin is constantly having your physical needs be met, his romantic love language is taking care of his partners.

-you have never been so hydrated,fed and rested in your life.

-the minute it hits 9pm and you’re still twisting he mean mugs you until you spit out a takeout order.

“Boy, stop looking at me”you say raising a brow.

“Jjajangmyeon?”he says in response.

“Huh?”you answer.

“Tteokbeokki?”he questions, narrowing his eyes.

“Seungmin, once again. Huh???”you ask.

He stares at you for a few more seconds before realization crosses his face. He nods and pulls out his phone.

“Burrito bowls”he says and that’s the most sure he’s sounded in the past few minutes. You blink a few times, how did he know you wanted a burrito bowl-

“You still like mint choco ice cream?”he says, after a few seconds of tapping on his phone.

“Yes?”

“Done. 35 minutes” and that’s the last thing he says. You blink again and just go back to twisting.

Jeongin 정인

-Idk why I get these vibes but I feel like Innie takes this time as the initiative to spill his soul to you???

-I’m talking thoughts, questions,concerns,conspiracies all just word vomit out of him because he can’t keep quiet in general around you.

-he can boarder on annoying when he’s just trying to be affectionate so as long as you put your boundaries in place he’ll respect them ofc. But I’m talking pinching your cheeks, cooing at you, laying himself across your lap, grabbing at your chest—the entire works

it’s giving goo goo ga ga I got your milky 🍼

-ESPECIALLY if you’re younger than him, you become his little baby. If he’s not in your lap, you’re in his. Being the youngest in the group yet the oldest at home puts him in a little bit of a funky position so having you around means he has someone to take care of and it makes him feel useful.

-you find it a little fucking DIFFICULT to detangle your hair with his arms around you, but you guys make it work.

-he’s spooked by detangling—poor baby doesn’t wanna hurt you—but he is 100% down to help with washing and conditioning.

-his favorite thing to do is spray your hair with the spray bottle while you do detangle tho, and since he’s another little shit your shirt and neck will be getting soaked.

-I feel like if Innie likes anything he likes pre wash day preparations the most? Sitting in bed after sleeping in, helping you take down your hair. He was a little

👁👄👁?????

at first but once you explained that it didn’t hurt he found the repetition to be soothing, and you weren’t complaining. Four hands work faster than two.

-will steal your little rubber bands to put his hair in pigtails

Gets popped cause those little rubber bands don’t grow on trees🙄

-accidentally spilled your leave in conditioner and genuinely saw murder in your eyes

-he doesn’t touch your products anymore

#skz headcanons #stray kids #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz fiction #skz fluff #skz x black reader #skz scenarios #skz seungmin #skz bang chan #skz felix #skz changbin #skz hyunjin #skz lee minho #skz jeongin #skz jisung #bunny writes

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi :) can you please do a one about Elliot from Euphoria with prompt 20 and like the trope of sexual tension/jealousy pls? Something angsty with a fluffy ending cuz I’ve been having a rough week and he’s my comfort character 🥺

Love angsty jealous tension. I got you love, I hope this helps even just the slightest bit. Looks like we're all going through it right now❤️

I feel like I'm in a cliche sappy song about unrequited love- watching the boy I'm in love with dance around his room with another girl, twirling her under his arm, laughing, throwing his head back with a big smile- it's miserable.

He doesn't feel the weight of my eyes as I lay on his bed, peeking over my phone veery once in a while to sneak a glance at their fleeting glances at one another, my heart dropping to my stomach at their proximity and forgetfulness, completely ignoring the fact that I'm here.

"I'm out of breath- fuck." Rue laughs, flopping onto the bed beside me as Elliot rests his hands on his hips, eyes fluttering up to look at the ceiling as he catches his breath.

"I'm gonna get some air." Kicking off the bed, I slide around Elliot, brushing his hand off of my waist before climbing down the stairs as quickly as I can. I can hear Elliot calling out for me and Rue telling him to let me go but based on the sound of his footprints getting ever so close to mine, I can tell he's running after me.

"Hey, baby- wait up!" Elliot calls as I force the front door open, almost throwing myself out into the cool night air, sucking in a big gulp of air.

"Go back inside, Elliot. I'm gonna call my mom to pick me up." My thumbs fumble on the screen of my phone, teary eyes blurring my vision as Elliot's fingers wrap around my upper arm, tugging me back towards him.

"Jesus- my real name? No doll, sweetheart, babyboy- did I do something?" He asks with a scoffed laugh, soft brown eyes flickering back and forth between mine as he desperately tries to read me.

"I'm not gonna sit here and let you look at Rue like you look at me."

"Like I look at yo- what are you talking about?" He asks, fingers trailing down my arm to brush his fingers against mine but I just shove him away, taking a hefty step away from him so I can think clearly. "We're friends, Y/n. We're all friends."

"Why do you feel the need to specify we’re 'just friends?'" I ask, folding my arms over my chest and his brows furrow.

"Are we not friends?"

"You seriously think I spend all of this time with you- pining over you, hanging onto every word you say, calling you all these sweet names- because I just want to be your friend?" Fury bubbles in my veins, seeing red as he attempts to come up with something to say, lips parting but no words are there.

"Well, I-" He pauses, biting at his bottom lip as his shoulders deflate. "I don't know."

"You just use all the women in your life for attention and then just lead them on until they hate you?" He steps back as if I've slapped him across the face, my words digging to the very root of all of his mommy issues and abandonment issues that he pathetically rubs off on everyone else.

"You hate me?" He asks and the way his voice cracks painfully has my stomach twisting and churning with anxiety that I may have gone too far.

"Is that all you gathered from what I said?"

"It's the most concerning thing out of everything you just said." He worries, taking a step closer to me and I let him but not close enough to manipulate the situation and manipulate me back into his arms like I'm always so quick to do.

"Am I not lovable?" A tear trails down my cheek and Elliot's quick to reach up to wipe it away, fingers lingering against my heated skin, thumb caressing my jaw. "You look me the way you look at Rue and the way you look at Jules- am I not as special to you as I though I was?" He shakes his head in denial, eyes fluttering shut as he reaches out to me.

"No- please, just come inside, you're freaking me out-"

"Hard truth Elliot, I'm in love with you and I have been for a while." There it is, the words that have been begging to escape me for months now- finally out in the air and finally digging into the front of Elliot's brain as he processes for a few seconds, blinking dumbly at me. "Time to wake the fuck up because you're not stupid and I know that you knew." My bottom lip wobbles and I watch his demeanor crack, fingers linking in front of him as his shoulders droop.

"Yeah."

"So why ignore it?" I plead, head spinning at the thought of this being the end of our friendship, for this to finally be the breaking point of no return- the time that sends him running for the hills and right into Rue's arms.

"I don't know." He shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair as his eyes move down to the ground.

"Because you like taking advantage of the only girl who'll ever stay? The only girl who'll actually care?"

"Ouch." He hisses, rubbing a hand over his chest as if he's soothing a physical wound. "I wasn't trying to take advantage of you. I was just trying to avoid this conversation because I don't like talking about feelings." He groans, reaching up to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him, eyes pleading with me to just relax. "You know you're my girl. I didn't know that needed to be said." He whispers, head tilting cutely at me and I blow out a breath of air, eyes fluttering shut. The words do seem to calm down the anxiety running rampant through my mind.

"It needs to be said and it needs to be clearer." I mutter, eyes suddenly widening as his lips press against mine in a simple peck, taking my and my worries completely off guard. He chuckles lightly and pulls away from me, hands moving down to link our fingers together.

"You jealous?" He asks and I nod before I can stop myself, lips still tingling from our unexpected kiss. "Alright. I'll make it clearer." He nods firmly, his words acting like a sort of promise in my brain and I know that I have to hold him to it.

"Start by making it clearer to me."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigi @crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg @melovesmut @rafecameronswhore @ariianelle @write-from-the heart @vampviolets@haylee-e @honee-chai-tea @lokiandbuckywife

@officiallyunofficialperson@heyaitsklaudia@rosepetalsparks @bluetreecloud20 @scenesofobx @double-shot-of-tequila @1dluver13xx @colbysbrocks @iamasimpingh0e @loveshineslikethesky @id-3-kbro @diorsitgirl @errorfound101-allideasburnedout @neverwillknowme18 @ellyskey @taylors-folk @loversjoy @myaloveee @thyris-is @lagataprrr @aaaaslaaaan @witxhy-lexx @minjix @luvroseee @tee-swizzle @savageneversaw @admiringlove @hysteriahall @piceous21 @starlightandfairies @igotmajordaddyissues @drewstarkey-wife1 @manyfandomsfanvergent

#elliot #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria hbo

[creepycassidy]

Can i get al with a gn s/o that gets cold way too easy i dont care about the if its fluff or smut or whatever i just want him to take care of me

Hello! It’s me! Back from hiatus. I wasn’t 100% sure if you wanted Alt Albert or The Grabber for this, so why not both? 😈 This ask and a conversation I had with my boyfriend about Albert really inspired me, so I’m working on a little NSFW one shot that will hopefully see the light of day soon too.

-

Alternate Universe!Albert Shaw + The Grabber x Reader who gets cold easily - HCs

-

Warnings: NSFW themes on The Grabber’s section, dub-con/non-con touching, slight somnophilia.

-

Alt!Albert Shaw ~

Al is very, very warm!

Warm hands, warm body, warm everywhere and very huggable.

So you’re in luck, tbh.

The big ol’ goofball acts like you’re dying if you’re a little chilly.

So, clearly that means you’re in very dire need of cuddles!

He has lots and lots of blankets in the house, big ol’ fuzzy ones and he swaddles you up tight like a baby in his arms when he holds you to his chest.

He’s so cozy against you while he peppers your cheeks with kisses!

Sometimes Al throws them in the dryer for you to have after a nice, hot bath.

“Oh- Jesus! Your feetsies are like ice cubes! Give those here.” He’d laugh through a yelp as your cold toes pressed into his leg, prompting him to curl the blankets and his body around you even more.

Still feeling cold? Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate with little mini marshmallows solves EVERYTHING.

It’s just an added bonus that the two of you would burst into a fit of giggles at the sight of each other’s hot cocoa mustaches.

You will 100% not be cold by the time Al is finished, I promise. You’ll probably be ripping some blankets off, if anything.

——————————————————————————

The Grabber ~

The fact that you get so cold so easily is just another way for the grabber to increase your dependency on him.

He loves it. You’re so needy, and he’s willing to oblige as long as you’re well behaved.

The first time you’re lucky enough to be brought upstairs to wash off he’s extra sure to warm you up with a steaming bath, only to send you back down into the chill of the basement in nothing but a thin t-shirt.

It nearly drives him insane to watch as you sleep fitfully, knowing you’re none the wiser. The way you shiver throughout the night, your bare legs rubbing together almost erotically as your nipples poke through the sheer fabric.

The grabber creeps up to the edge of the mattress, drawing his hands up the length of your frigid thighs. The way you unconsciously press into the warmth of his hands only fuels the ravenous desire to touch you.

If he’s feeling kind and you’ve been a good boy/girl/baby, he might get you a blanket. Blanket privileges can be very easily taken away though, don’t you forget.

He much prefers to have you depend on him for warmth, though.

Its a sweet treat in itself to watch you shift uncomfortably against his chest as he lays with you on the mattress.

But, its even sweeter to know that he’s your only source of warmth down there in the cold. His hands would grope all over you, up beneath that much too thin t-shirt to coax the warmth back to the skin of your chest. Between your thighs, across your sides, and up your back.

Oh? You don’t want his hands all over you? Warming you up? That makes you uncomfortable?

“Fine. I won’t make you.” He’d state matter-of-factly.

The grabber would then snatch up your blanket, staring at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes from behind only the bottom half of a mask. His eyebrows furrowing together in anger.

“I’m only trying to help. What do I care if you freeze down here?”

-

Enjoy this? Like, reblog, or buy me a coffee! ☕️

#anon request #creepycassidy #the grabber #the black phone #albert shaw #x reader #ethan hawke #the grabber x reader #alternate universe #the grabber x you #the grabber headcanons #headcanons #NOTSFW

[real-jane]

burritos and bandages

[steve rogers x fem!reader]

summary: steve has a run-in with your ex-fiancé, which requires some tlc... and the aftermath reveals some sweet and long-held secrets.

words: 4k

warnings: steve v high on pain meds, cuddly steve, canon level fist-fight/aftermath, enough fluff to keep your dentist in business for 100 years

a/n: This is the sequel to bug and bear! steve's a firefighter, that is unimportant but it is briefly mentioned. this idea came from a post sent to me by @thornsnvultures <3

--

To say that your mother is angry when you tell her your wedding is off would be to discount the tenderness of hearing her admit ‘I never did like how he talks to you, sweetheart,’... but she still makes you call every single guest the next day to call things off officially, and all the vendors, and the burden of paying the cancellation fees for the photographer falls squarely into your wallet. It’s worth it, though, especially to see her face change from stress to joy a week later, as Steve floats into view behind you on video chat to give a bashful wave.

“Honey,” she says to you, with one eyebrow cocked. “Is there something else you wanna tell me?”

Steve squeezes your shoulders. “Hey, Mama.” His cheek is pressed against your temple as he greets your mother.

“Hi Stevie. Are you taking care of our girl?”

He chuckles. “You know I am.”

“Good boy. Anything you want me to share with Sarah?”

“Mom–” you groan, but Steve kisses your cheek.

“Tell her I need Elaine’s ring,” he mock-whispers, cupping his hands over your ears. You roll your eyes, but your heart is in your throat because your mother instantly bursts into tears. You hug Steve’s arms as they surround you, as if to hug her, too.

She’s angry because she’s been so stressed out trying to rationalize your relationship with Brock for the last decade, and she’s angry that she didn’t get through to you about Steve ages ago, and mostly, she’s angry that she bought a dress she can’t wear anymore. But it’s not real anger, it’s just shock. Your mother is thrilled. When you tell her in excruciating detail about what made you decide to call things off–how something as simple as standing on Steve’s shoes in a dance lesson gave you clarity–her tears turn into an unsuppressable smile. She can’t stop shaking her head in amazement, and when Steve leaves you so he can run down and greet someone at the buzzer, she tells you how proud she is that you listened to your heart.

It’s not that you need her approval, but having it makes the rash decision feel like an inevitability which everyone but you counted on since you’d first said yes to marrying Brock Rumlow. It’s embarrassing, knowing that the two people you care about the most (and maybe more) don’t like your former fiancé, but you’ll get over it eventually. Especially living with your bear.

“Bug…?” he calls, and a heavy knock falls on the front door. You frown.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Mom. Okay? Love you.” You exchange a blown kiss with your mother and hang up. The second you reach the door, you gasp, because Steve is leaning against the doorframe bleeding from the eyebrow. His cheekbone is already purple. He glances up at you, but his hair flops over his forehead and he winces. 

“What the fuck?” You swing the door wide for him to enter. His keys are clutched in his fist but his hands are shaking.

“Hi, baby,” he breathes. “Brock brought a bag for you.” He vaguely waves at an overstuffed reusable IKEA bag on the landing behind him, and attempts to put a hand on your shoulder, but he’s too dizzy. He misses your shoulder completely. You catch him around the waist and ease him to sit against the wall, just inside the door. 

“Jesus, what did he do to you?” you gasp, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“Wailed on me. He only got in three hits before he ran off.” Steve’s eyebrow has already stopped bleeding, but his eyelid is so swollen, he can barely open it. “I think I have a steak in the freezer.”

“You want me to put a raw steak on your face?” You hiccough a pained laugh.

“I’ll cook it and we’ll forget this ever happened.” He closes his eyes, and leans his head back against the wall. You kneel on either side of his legs and inspect him for any other signs of where he might be hurt, but it’s just his face which bore the brunt of Brock’s unhinged attack. Steve’s fingers curl around your thighs when you sigh. “He blamed me,” Steve says softly. “Said you were happy. ‘Til I put ideas in your head.”

Your hurt squeezes. “Right,” you breathe. “Happy.” You can’t stop yourself from pressing your lips to Steve’s forehead. “Bear–”

“Hmm.” His head lists to the side.

“Let me take you to the ER–”

“No,” he scoffs, eyes still firmly closed and fingers gripping your legs for dear life, “just been a long time since I took a haymaker to the face. I’ll be okay.”

“Steven–you might have a concussion! Or bones floating in your sinuses. Or a detached retina. You might swallow too much blood in your sleep and choke to death–”

He coughs. “No more CSI, ma’am.”

“I’ll drive.”

“Not in your death trap–”

“Your car. Please? I will keep you up all night long if you don’t let me take you. Huh? Is that what you want? For me to lose precious sleep?”

“You are so pushy. It’s like you and…” he opens his eyes a fraction of an inch and closes them again. “You and your twin, there, don’t even care that I’m fine.”

You poke him in the shoulder. “Either I take you, or I call 911 and four guys with a stretcher carry you down six flights of stairs.”

Steve sighs. “So, this is what I get for loving a worrier.” But he smiles, despite his clear pain, and nods faintly. “You win, bugs.”

–

Close to midnight, you stumble back into your apartment with a drugged-up blond on one arm, and several shopping bags full of supplies on the other. Steve’s objectively fine; no broken bones, no internal bleeding, just a bruised cheekbone. And three stitches in his eyebrow. But the doctor gave him strong medicine for the pain, and told him to sleep it off. 

You’re exhausted, but he has enough medicine coursing through his system to fell a Clydesdale and he’s loopy. His cheek is pressed against your hair, despite being far taller than you, and he’s humming. All while you attempt to bring the bags into the kitchen, which are full of things he picked out from the bodega on the corner for dinner. Why he needed three bags of Funyons, only drugged-up Steve could say. 

“”M gonna cook, what do you want?” he asks, nosing your hairline. “My bugsy. Buggy.” He chuckles. “You smell good.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, pushing him back until he’s braced against the cabinets in the corner. “Can you stay standing?”

“So good at standing. Watch me.” He points at his feet. “Doin’ it right now. See that?”

“Very impressive.” You can’t help but laugh. “Do you want your onions?” The yellow and green bag swings from your fingers.

“I want a burrito?”

“What flavor?” You dig through the bag that he crammed FULL of microwavable frozen burritos. “Nevermind. Your only choice is chicken.”

“Chicken is the only kind in the world.” He snorts. “Hey. I can do it.”

“No–” You hold up your hands to keep him from listing forward. He leans into your touch happily. “No operating heavy machinery, remember?”

“Pssh. I’m a professional.”

“What are you gonna tell the chief on Wednesday?”

“Got in a fight,” he shrugs. “My girlfriend’s chickenshit fiancé tried to get me back for stealin’ her away, and I told him he couldn’t talk to her, so he punched me, and then she bought me chicken burritos.” 

“Wait–” You freeze with a burrito in each fist and wheel on him. “He asked to talk?”

Steve looks down at his shoes and toes the tile. “He was yelling. I told him he can’t yell at you.”

“Steven Rogers. You didn’t say he wanted to talk–”

“Well he didn’t. He just wanted to be mean, and I’m protecting you.”

“I–” You stop for a second and take a deep breath. “We’ll talk about this when you’re not high as a kite.”

“You mad?” Those hands like catcher’s mitts slide around your waist and he noses your neck. You sigh, but you accept the embrace.

“Yes.”

“Why, buggy?”

“Because you don’t get to decide whether or not I can handle something. I would’ve probably agreed to talk to him for a second, regardless of whether or not he was mean. I’m a big girl.”

“Mmm,” he groans. “I know. You’re the smartest girl. You’re a woman though, baby, a smart woman and I know that.”

“Ooookay,” you sigh, leaving the conversation behind for the morning. “How many burritos do you want?”

“Three.”

“You gonna let go of me, so I can heat them up?” 

Steve reluctantly does so, and then he stumbles towards the living room. “Pajamas!” He calls over his shoulder. You rub your face in frustration… less with him than with Brock. 

But you admit to yourself that some of that frustration is a little bit with Steve, too. 

He’s going to have to get used to just being your partner–not your knight. You don’t need him to fulfill the silent protector role that he’s used to, because he couldn’t be at your side. Now, he’s the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, which comes with a certain amount of trust in you to handle your own shit. And a little more softness. Calling off your wedding, even to someone like Brock, has been much harder on you than you let on. 

Even though you don’t want Brock, you still grieve the change in the life you had planned. 

It isn’t rational, and it hurts in a way that you’ll ultimately grow to appreciate, once that pang turns into healing… and you want Steve. But it doesn’t make it easier to make a hundred personal calls to explain that you’re no longer marrying the man you’ve been seeing for a decade, and have to listen to every single person give you their condolences–authentic or not.

The microwave beeps. You pull the plate out and set it on the table. “Bear?”

Your man returns to the kitchen, sans shirt, still in his jeans, missing a sock… looking bewildered, and carrying one of his signature black moleskin notebooks. You can’t help but giggle at his state. 

“Get lost out there?” you ask. His expression brightens and he patters over until he’s toe-to-toe with you. 

“I think this will make you not mad,” he whispers, handing you the notebook. He swipes the plate from the table and attempts to wink with the eyeball he can’t open… which results in him bobbing his head and then grinning with more teeth than usual. Steve disappears into the living room, leaving you to inspect his peace offering.

It looks like the one he always has in his back pocket, but it’s the next size larger. The cover has a year crudely carved into it and you frown. That can’t be right. Why would a notebook from your senior year of high school make you ‘not mad?’

Opening the cover is like taking a step into a chamber of Steve Roger’s heart, and finding treasure. Your face stares back at you, from page one, sketched in faded mechanical pencil. Every shadow on your young face is smudged in by a deft finger, and your eyes… they sparkle. You’re not sure if your eyes have ever done that in real life, but somehow, a sketch communicates just such a thing. The lines which make up your mouth are softer, the shading finer. Like most of his time was spent on forming your soft close-lipped smile. At the bottom right corner are his initials–S.G.R.--and the year, once again.

The backside of that page? You.

Next: You, looking over your shoulder.

Then, your profile while you read.

A whole page is dedicated just to your eyes.

His first car, the pickup truck you used to set your watch by as it rumbled awake every morning.

And then… you, again.

The entire sketchbook, save an odd drawing of a squirrel (noted as ‘Bucky’s Long-Lost Brother’), a scratched-out self portrait, and several pages of football plays… it’s filled with sketches of You. 

“Steve?” you peep. 

His face appears around the doorway, looking sheepish. You swallow hard. “I’m… I’m not mad,” you manage. It’s the only way you can verbalize the genuine shock of seeing your image immortalized by his hand. “This is really lovely.”

He stuffs his hands in his jeans and shrugs. “Just love you, ‘s all.”

“You drew me… a lot,” you laugh in disbelief, flipping again to the front page. Steve stands before you and nods.

“Pretty much all my pencil ever wanted to do,” he says.

“No wonder you almost failed Trig.”

He chuckles. “I have about… six more of those spanning the last ten-ish years. You feature heavily in them all. Except recently, I…” he shakes his head. “Couldn’t look at you on paper like that, knowing you were slipping away from me.”

“Bear, how have I never known that you draw like this?” You press your hand to his chest. He grasps your wrist.

“You didn’t know that I loved you back then, either. Only two secrets I ever kept from you.”

“How long?”

“Have I drawn you?”

“Yeah.”

Steve holds your face between his palms like he’s still seeing double, but he appears at least a little more lucid than he was earlier. Or maybe, talking about you is something that comes so easily to him, he can do it with far too much morphine running through his body. Either way, he’s taken with the feeling of your skin under his thumbs.

“Never could get your cheeks right,” he murmurs. “But, um. When I was really little, I used to draw a girl. She was my age, and she was my imaginary friend. Every picture, I drew her. Same hair color every time. And then we moved, and I met you. And I dunno. Just made sense that I’d been drawing you all along, so. I got better at it once the girl wasn’t imaginary anymore.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “I think Mr. Lee knew how I felt about you by junior year, considering my final portrait subject was you for the third year in a row,” Steve admits, cheeks immediately reddening.

“No,” you gasp behind your fingers. “You’re serious–”

“Buggy,” he laughs. “I thought for sure you were gonna catch me at it. Why do you think I never wanted you to come to the art show?”

“...I thought you were bad,” you admit, which elicits the biggest laugh you’ve heard from him in a long time. He has to lean on the wall to stay upright. “Don’t laugh!” You’re smiling, regardless. “The way you see me, bear… I don’t look like this!” You hold up the sketch and Steve takes the notebook from your hands gingerly.

“Of course not. That was teenage bugsy. But–hold on–I’m fine!” He stumbles from dizziness, but catches himself on the doorframe. He darts into the living room again, and this time you follow. He drops onto his knees as if he hasn’t injured both of them repeatedly since joining the firehouse, and peruses the bottom shelf of his bookcase until he finds what he’s searching for. Then, Steve grabs a smaller notebook, still black, with the current year stamped into the front. The one you gave him for Christmas last year. He flips frantically through the pages, and then holds it up.

“This is you.”

And it is, but it’s you through the eyes of a man who has been drawing you for so many years that he’s an expert on every little freckle and fine line in your skin, who looks at you and sees a future so precious that he’s willing to take three solid punches to the face for you. The portrait is you, yes, but it’s the most true version of who you are. Nobody knows you better than Steve, or sees you more clearly. Mirrors lie, by comparison. Your face is a decade older in this portrait, but you’ve never felt so beautiful.

The image blurs, and you hold a hand out to him, cupping the other over your mouth as the waterworks start. He crawls to you, reminding you that he’s still probably feeling the morphine, and hugs you with his cheek against your soft belly. 

“Wanna give you my grandma Elaine’s ring,” he says softly. “I wasted time making love to the idea of you on paper instead of getting brave and telling you, and I almost lost you.”

“How high are you?” You ask, though you feel the sincerity in your soul.

“Marry me.” It’s the first time he’s said it explicitly, even though he as good as asked that very question the night you decided to call things off with Brock. You had all but accepted, too. But it was a lot to decide while he was recovering from a beating and still fighting delirium, and the thought of even planning such a thing so soon made you wince.

You tug on his hair so he tilts his head back to meet your gaze. “Ask me again in the morning.”

“What will you say?”

You snicker, trying to swipe away your tears on your sleeve. “The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you’ll find out.”

“But… my burritos.” He looks pitiful as he gestures to the plate which he had abandoned on the coffee table.

“Eat. I’m gonna go lay down.”

You take the journal with you into the bedroom you now share with Steve, and change into one of his t-shirts to sleep in. You wait for him to come in, all the while pondering the portrait he insists is who you really are, now. Next thing you’re aware of, the journal is being pulled out from under your fingers as you blink awake to the image of Steve Rogers with his cell phone hovering over your face, as he un-surreptitiously takes a photo of you glaring at him. He looks at the screen and frowns.

“Go back to sleep!” He whispers.

“Can you lay down please?” You yank on his elbow. He flops onto the covers beside you and tucks his good cheek against your shoulder. “You’re creepy,” you yawn. 

“But you’re so cute.” His voice is muffled.

“You’re going to be embarrassed in the morning.” Rolling onto your side, you adjust so both your arms cradle him cautiously, avoiding his poor swollen eyeball. 

“Why? You’re not ashamed of me, are ya?”

Your heart lurches and you kiss his forehead gently. “No. Of course not. I love you.”

“Even when I’m high?” Steve shakes with laughter when you groan.

“Yes, bear. Even then.”

—

In the morning, Steve is appropriately mortified, the more you tell him about his behavior on too much morphine, but at least he can open his eye again. He is so embarrassed, in fact, that he runs down the street to pick you up breakfast from a brunch place you like to make up for it, and forces you to remain in bed in order to eat it. When you’re both settled under the covers again, trading bites of fruit and french toast, you lean your head on his shoulder in contentment. Some of that time is spent inspecting his most recent portrait of you in the light of day, and marveling again at how he managed to capture the uncapturable.

“Hey,” he whispers, pointing at you with a slice of strawberry on the end of his fork. You look up at him in question and his lips graze yours. He deepens the kiss, sweetly kissing the powdered sugar from your lips. “Can I marry you?” He asks. You smile, nodding just once. Steve brushes your cheekbone. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you are.”

He kisses you with a nod himself, and then leans over to open his bedside table drawer. “I, um. I asked my ma for the ring a while ago. But if it doesn’t fit you, then we can find something else.”

“Okay.”

The reality of sharing breakfast and a bed, and sweet kisses with your best friend while he asks you if you’ll marry him settles over you like a warm blanket, and the sweetness intensifies when he produces an octagonal box. He rests the box on your knee and waits. 

“I should wash my hands,” you breathe. He rolls his eyes and tugs your left wrist into his lap. He thumbs the latch open.

“Do you remember meeting my grandma?” he asks.

You do, distinctly. She was a doe-eyed glamorous woman who had taken one look at you in the Rogers family living room at Christmastime and gushed over you. You smile. “She was so sweet,” you say.

“She loved you. I think she would’ve been so happy to see this on your finger, sweetheart. As I will be. May I?”

“Yeah.” Your heart races as he opens the lid, revealing the very ring he described to you one week prior, garnet and all. Elaine’s initials are ingrained in the band just as he said. And it slides right onto your finger so perfectly, it could have been made for you. 

He breathes out slowly. “Holy shit, bug,” he says in awe. You laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re gonna make every dream I ever had come true.”

“Awe.” You carefully set your takeout container on your bedside and then throw your knees over his legs so you can be as close to him as possible. He hugs you tight. When your fingers thread into his messy morning hair, he sighs. “You’re gonna make new dreams with me, bear.”

“I like the sound of that.” He rubs your back. You snuggle up to his chest and listen to his heart beating.

“Wonder what Brock brought,” you ponder out loud. 

Steve snorts. “Just a bunch of your clothes. And the mug I got you for your birthday.”

You sit back in surprise. “Oh! All that was worth punching you for?”

“Pssh. I bought that boot mug in the Dallas airport, when you were devastated I wasn’t gonna make it back for your birthday. It’s obviously very precious.”

“Thank god he returned it,” you snicker. “How ya feeling, slugger?” He allows you to gently palpate the area around his stitches, but he winces the closer you get to his cheekbone bruise.

“Fine… I called him while I was out.” He winces again at your shocked frown. “I know–”

“You didn’t let him off the hook.”

“No, no. I told him I’d send him my hospital bill.” Steve touches your chin. “And that I won’t press charges, as long as he takes your name off whatever bills you were on, and leaves you alone.” You blink at him. He laughs. “I know. I’m also surprised with myself.”

“I–he wouldn’t put anything under my name,” you say softly. “You’re gonna have to put me on your lease!”

“Would you like that? If there’s mail addressed to both of us?”

“Yeah. Bear?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. Even when you’re high and loopy, and I still would even if you had let Brock off the hook.” You kiss his brow, just above his stitches. “I love that you’re kinda a creep–”

“Is this you practicing your vows, or…”

You doff his shoulder. “I just want you to know, okay?”

“I love you, bug.” 

Your shared kiss speaks deeply of the relationship from whence this arrangement was born, and the inevitability of spending your life with the one person who gives it meaning. There’s a new type of intimacy with it, even deeper than skin and touch. Deeper than the first night you spent with him, sharing bodies in a way that both of you had yearned for for so long that it felt sacred. 

Steve pulls back from you when air becomes a necessity. He inspects the ring on your finger with a peaceful smile, and then his gaze darts up to meet yours. He narrows his eyes.

“Did you buy me like twenty-five chicken burritos last night?” he asks incredulously. You laugh until your stomach hurts.

–

thanks for reading! :)

Kate’s masterlist - Marvel Masterlist

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Just another late night tho(ugh)ts about my boys (a lot of subby sugar baby ish Steve coming your way)

Imagine naked Steve with a fully dressed Bucky....a really mean fully dressed Bucky

Imagine Steve on the edge of their shared bed, face down ass up with his hands held behind his back while his sir stands behind him (in a suit 👀) , toying with his already abused hole.

His sir has been fingering him for a while, stretching his sweet obediant baby open with two fingers, purposely missing his prostate despite his baby's silent sobs.

Steve is physically trembling, it's almost humiliating.

Steve can't grind back, he couldn't, he wants to be still, he wants to take whatever his sir gives him even if it's torturous. However, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't desperate for Bucky to at least touch his prostate just a little bit, knowing for a fact Bucky could find his prostate with his eyes closed.

"S- Sir" Steve gasps out "Please hngh! i need- i need more"

"You need more, honey?" Bucky asks almost in a sarcastic tone, sending shivers down Steve's spine as he hears the sweet nickname somehow turning harsh as soon as Bucky says it out loud. But oh-

Oh God, Sir's finger's right there- right above his prostate, not even an inch away from pressing on it.

"mhhn- haA-" Steve let out a noise that he didn't even know he could make, wordlessly begging for his sir to push just a little bit deeper into him while tugging on his restraints (ropes or cuffs? Hmm) that held his hand still behind his back as he tries his best to hold back from grinding back on sir's long thick fingers.

"Words, sweetheart" Bucky said sternly, humming slightly at the way his baby was melting under him just because he shifted his fingers to another angle.

"Puh- please! Please! i want- i wan' sir deeper in me, i wan' it please!" Steve sobbed into the sheets that he bunched his face into, clenching around his sir's fingers, trying to restrain himself from trying to suck Bucky's fingers deeper in him and trying to- Oh-

"Oh-! oH god! Thank you thank you thank you!" Steve howled as soon as he felt Sir's fingers finally punch into his prostate repeatedly, almost crying in relief as he kept repeating his thank yous.

All Bucky could do was just raise his eyebrows at his baby's reaction, smoothing his hand down Steve's back, knowing he had way more in store for the hot mess in front of him...

Truly yours

- pleading anon

Jesus Christ

How could you do this to me?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥴 Like--

I am always here for the pairing of a wrecked partner with composed, basically unbothered partner.

There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about it. About the complete loss of control vs the complete control. It's delicious. A five course meal, at least.

And the suit--

The 👏🏻 suit 👏🏻

Steve, poor Steve, is naked and writhing (as much as he can when restrained in leather wrist and ankle cuffs, attached together over his back into a hog tie with Bucky spreading his knees apart to get at his hole) and frustrated and then so grateful as he's given what he needs after begging for it. But, all the while, Bucky is fully covered, not even breaking a sweat. Hell, he hasn't even bothered to push up his dress shirt sleeves or take off his suit jacket. He's so precise. Using just enough lube to have his way with Steve but not enough to drip and mess up his nice clothes. It drives Steve insane. Bucky has control. He has composure. He is competent. He knows what he wants, and he will get it.

Even with Steve, he's competent, composed, and in control. He knows exactly what he expects from Steve, and he will get what he wants--what he expects.

Especially with Steve.

Steve wants to be good. He aches to be good.

By the time Steve is through crying out his orgasm and the shakes from such gripping pleasure are gone, he's turning over his shoulder--the only real movement he can make when restrained the way he is--looking back at Bucky with open lips, wracking his brain for the ability to talk. He is more than ready to offer up whatever Bucky wants: his mouth, his stretched, now oversensitive hole, his fingers or hands, even his thighs or his tits. Anything.

Yet, Bucky doesn't say anything; he simply tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, questioning Steve without having to say a word. What? You want something?

Steve wants to get Bucky off, too! As good as he feels now, he knows he'll feel gooder with the knowledge that he's pleased the other man.

However, there's one problem beyond Steve's inability to get his fried brain to move his lips, teeth, and tongue to speak... Bucky is so put together that he's not even hard in his slacks.

How?

Not that Steve can see, at least. It's just the regular, tightly packed bulge of his soft cock in his pants. Nothing more.

And, oh, God, that should make Steve feel ashamed and insecure--was he not enough? Does Bucky not find him attractive? What? But none of those thoughts come. All that happens is a wave of hot, prickly arousal crashing over him. Steve chokes, gut-punched by the sneaker wave. It's such an intense feeling. Here's more proof of how Bucky can control himself. He can control his body. Meanwhile, Steve is at the mercy of his most animal desires--his base instincts that scream for sex. Steve's is simple and easy. Begging and pleading and crying. Stripped down to nothing but naked desperation. The contrast is immense. It couldn't be hotter.

Bucky is so...

So composed.

Not a hair out of place, dressed for business, serious business, and he's just penciled Steve's shameless need in a quick fifteen minute window (fifteen because, yeah, of course, Steve can't even control himself in that regard, always off like a shot with just a taste of pleasure) because he's booked the rest of the day.

Bucky squeezes Steve's bare ass possessively and Steve squirms on the inside, muscles too weak to do it on the outside now, "you're going to let me fuck you when I get home. Before dinner." Bucky tells him. "We can have take-out after--whatever you want."

"Y-yes, sir," Steve says in a rush, unable to keep holding his head up and letting it smack down onto the bed. He feels like he can't breath, all the air has been knocked out of him with how turned on he is.

If he could, he'd hump the mattress. It doesn't matter that he's not hard again yet. He's just...

Turned on.

"Good." Bucky informs him, undoing his cuffs with practiced ease and efficiency.

"Uh-huh," Steve moans, like it matters. Bucky's made up his mind, and Steve will follow. Steve loves to follow.

Thank you so much for this idea, sweetheart!

#asks #pleading anon #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

[livyjh]

Howdy, I saw you were taking smutty prompts so I had to hop in and beg for prompts 9,11,19 with ya boy Joel miller

OR👀

Prompts 8,21 for the reader while Joel goes to town with them

Your smut has got me clawing and chewing the drywall, you’re such an amazing writer darlin, thank you for all you do for us 🥺💕

Hello there! Thank you for the request! And omg thank you for the compliment! You’re welcome! I love writing for y’all.

Encouragement

Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.2k

Joel: 9, 11, 19

9. “You take me so well.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

OR

Reader: 8, 21

8. “I can take it.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

A/N: Well, sweet baby Jesus this is gonna be hot. I’m giving you all the numbers because as the girl in the taco commercial says, “¿porque no los dos?” Yknow? Anyways. Enjoy. 😏 (set in the town of Jackson, you and Joel and Ellie all live together and Ellie is out with friends tonight, leaving you and Joel alone to fool around)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The second the front door shut with Ellie on the other side, Joel’s hands were on you.

You’d been sitting on the couch when Ellie left, Joel next to you as one of his hands moves to squeeze your thigh. You smirk at him, knowing.

He leans in to kiss you, lips just slightly parted. You kiss back in earnest, one hand going to rest on his chest. He’s musky and smells a little like whiskey, the drink you’d been sharing with him tonight.

His hand moves up your thigh, over your stomach and up to your breast, squeezing and kneading, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt and bra. You gasped softly as you kept kissing him, thighs squeezing together.

He already had you turned on as his lips moved over your jaw and down to your neck. You moan softly and your throat vibrates against his lips as he kisses you there.

“Let’s go to bed, darlin’.” Joel hums into your collarbone.

“Yeah.” You agree with a smile. He stands and grabs your hand, leading you to your shared room.

You and Joel have been together, “official”, for almost a year now. You’d come to Jackson, alone, a few years ago. They didn’t consider you a threat when you stumbled upon the gates of their town, let you in, but watched you for awhile. When they determined you were as loyal and trustworthy as you sold yourself to be, you started making friends.

When Joel and Ellie first arrived, they stuck to themselves for the most part, only stayed one night. All you knew was that Joel was Tommy’s brother. And was in charge of some important kid? You’re weren’t sure why at the time, but you know now. Ellie is special.

When Joel and Ellie came back months later, you had the chance to meet them after they’d settled in for a couple days. You and Joel clicked immediately. Hit it right off.

He pretended he didn’t like you for a few weeks, you doing the same, until one night he kissed you after you’d shared some wine with him at your place.

Feels like a long time ago now, the first time you kissed Joel. But you loved him now. You moved in with him and Ellie just a couple months ago, and things with the three of you had fallen into a domestic routine.

You trusted Joel with everything in you. You know what he’s done. Whether it was for himself or for Ellie, he’s done some bad shit. But he owned up to it and swears that life was left behind when he came back to Jackson. You believed him.

So here you two are now, the bedroom door shutting behind you while you climb onto the bed, Joel close behind.

You lay back and make space for him between your legs. He crawls up between them and kisses you, almost hard enough to bruise.

Joel was a rough lover. He could be soft when he wanted to, when he was taking his time with you or trying to make you feel better on your bad days. But you loved the urgent, needy, almost sadistic side of him.

He didn’t particularly enjoy causing you pain. But you enjoyed the pain/pleasure mix, and that’s what got him going; knowing you were getting off on something he was doing to you.

Joel sits up momentarily to unbutton his flannel and toss it aside before he’s pulling at your shirt, nearly ripping your bra off of you.

All the while, you’re letting out little moans, getting wetter with each touch of his.

“Louder. Let me hear you.” He demands, soon working on your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear.

“Fuck, Joel. I’m so fucking wet already.” You whine for him, looking down at your soaked panties before he throws them on the floor.

He stands quickly, pulling his pants and underwear down, his thick cock springing free from his boxers, making your mouth water. You drink in the sight of his body, biting your lip. Then he’s on you again.

Joel comes up between your legs, settling on his elbows. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath on your hot cunt.

“Joel, baby, I need you.” You look down at him.

“You’ll get plenty.” He looks up at you with dark eyes and you know tonight he was going to have high expectations.

“I can take it.” You smirk.

“Bet you can.” He grins before leaning down to drag his tongue through your folds.

“Jesus-“ your hips buck up before Joel grabs them and forces them down against the bed with his extreme strength.

You whimper at it, the way his fingers bruise your hip bones. He’s holding you in place as he looks up at you, keeping eye contact while his mouth attaches to your clit. He starts to suck and lick slow circles around it.

“Fuck, yeah.” You gasp, gripping the sheets beneath you. That was a rule he’d put in place early with sex, no touching unless he gave you specific permission each time.

You know it’s not that he didn’t love when you touched him, but it gave him more power, and he was drunk with it. He takes your clit gently between his teeth, the feeling barely there, just enough to get you to make noise for him.

“Shit.” You curse, letting out a whimper when he pressed his tongue flat against you and wiggled it back and forth.

He loved when you were loud. When you had the house to yourselves and he could make you moan something obscene. He suddenly pushes two thick fingers into you and your toes curl, back arching as you gasp.

“Atta girl. Tell me how much you like it.” He growls against your pussy before lapping at your clit some more.

“Fff- fucking love it, Joel. Love you so much, love your fucking mouth.” You spit out the filthy words between breaths.

“Mhm.” He hums against your sensitive bud, sucking on it once more as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

“Ohh-“ you roll your hips down against his fingers as they find the special spot inside you. “Gonna cum, baby.”

He nods, still suckling at your pearl as he did so. He starts to finger fuck you faster, scissoring you open, and you see stars.

Your brows knit together and your jaw drops open as you cum, sobbing moans for him. “Joel-! Oh, fuck, yeah. Fuck, baby.”

He continues to work on you, not letting up with his mouth or fingers as your orgasm rocks through you.

You’re starting to come down but he doesn’t stop and actually pushes a third finger into you.

“J- Joel, wait, I’m so-“ you breathe, cunt tingling.

He pulls off your clit for a moment. “You know our safe word.” He says quickly before putting his mouth on you again.

It’s true, you did know your safe word. And you didn’t truly want to use it, your head was just still spinning from your first orgasm and you know he wants to bring you a quick second.

The heat in your stomach starts to build again as Joel keeps going, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you get closer. It was amazing how quickly he could bring you to orgasm after the first one.

You want to touch him, want to pull his hair, feel his stubble under your fingertips. But you knew he loved his control, so you kept your hands fisting in the sheets at your sides. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous like this.

“Nngh… gonna- oh, yeah, c- cum…” you stutter out, clit so sensitive and swollen it was starting to hurt. But, fuck, it hurt in the best way.

Your cunt squeezes as you release around his fingers, having a hard time keeping from convulsing under him. He finally takes his mouth off of you before pulling his fingers out.

He moves up the bed and brings his wet fingers to your mouth. You look at him for a split second.

“Y’know what to do.” He nods and you open your mouth, taking his three wet fingers into it and sucking.

“You are doing so well, honey.” He grins at you.

You moan softly and clean his fingers off before he pulls them from your mouth. He gets up off the bed and points to the floor space in front of his feet.

You get up, immediately knowing what he wants. You walk around the bed and get on your knees in front of him, looking up through your lashes.

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it rather hard, making your eyes roll back in your head as you whimper. “Gonna fuck your mouth. Then I’ll fuck your little pussy, okay?” He speaks in a low, gravelly voice. “Look at me.”

You open your eyes quickly and look up at him once more, only able to nod slightly with the way he’s holding your hair.

“Don’t hold back.” You tell him. He smiles evilly.

You keep your eyes on him as your mouth opens and he slowly slides into the heat of it. You suck on him lightly at first as his thrusts are slow. But as he starts to speed up, you suck harder, maintaining eye contact with him as best as you could.

He was thrusting into your mouth, the head of his dick hitting your throat with each push in. You were starting to gag each time, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay focused.

“Yeah, oh fuck, Y/n. Mouth was made to suck my cock.” He groans as he fucks your throat.

Tears are forming in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. When they finally do, he reaches down to wipe at them with his hand that’s not in your hair. “Don’t cry. Doin’ so good for me.” He smiles at you.

You hum around his cock in response and his eyes close for a second, his cock twitching. He slows down, you know he’s laser focused on not cumming in your mouth this time, no matter how good it feels. He wants to cum inside your cunt tonight, an activity you usually saved for special occasions. Having the house to yourself for the first time in weeks? That felt special enough.

He pulls on your hair so that his cock falls out of your mouth, leaving a string of spit and precum dripping down your chin. You don’t wipe at it, you know he likes when you’re messy.

“Get up here.” He motions to the bed and you move quickly, standing and then crawling onto the bed, laying on your back.

“Need you, Joel.” You whine up at him as he gets onto the bed on his knees, between your thighs.

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t have to beg for it tonight.” He smiles as he kisses you, lining up his hardness with your entrance.

Your cunt tingled with even the lightest touch, having cum so hard, twice, not very long ago. Your chest was heaving as he eyed it, moving down to take a nipple into his mouth as he slams into your tight hole.

“Joel!” You gasp, hands jumping up like you’re going to touch him before you put them back down, remembering.

“You can touch.” He gives you permission and then your legs wrap around his waist, arms going around his shoulders, nails digging into his back.

He starts thrusting, not slow either. He was grunting as he fucked you into the mattress, making you cry out in pleasure. “You take me so well.” He breathes.

The stretch only hurt a little, just enough to keep things interesting. It was something you’d never get tired of, Joel inside of you.

You clawed at his back as he sucked on your nipple and fucking you into oblivion. He then takes your nipple between his teeth and tugs a little.

“Oh, yeahyeahyeah- fuck.” You groan for him, loud enough you’re scared the neighbors may have heard. Whatever.

“Can I- can I cum again?” You whine the question to him.

“Not. Yet.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust into your swollen pussy.

You sob as he moves to work on your other nipple, making it harden, pulling on it with his teeth.

His hips stutter as he leans up to kiss you, biting your bottom lip gently before pulling back. “You ready, baby?” He coos.

“Yes. Please, Joel. Baby, I need-“ you start.

“Shhh… alright, I’ve got you.” He shushes you to calm you before reaching down and playing with your clit. “Cum for me. Cum now.”

It only takes another second and a half for your eyes to roll back in your head as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks.

“JOEL!” You scream to the ceiling, pussy throbbing and pulsing, toes curling, chest heaving.

All of this just eggs him on and he cums right after you. “Fuuuck… such- such a good girl for me. Nngh…” He presses his forehead to yours as he continues thrusting into you.

Both of you begin to calm down and Joel pulls out before laying down next to you. He reaches over the side of the bed for his discarded underwear and uses it to wipe up between your legs. You’d shower later.

You cuddle up to Joel, burying your face in his neck. “Love you.” You whisper.

You feel him smile. “Love you too.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #imagine #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller #TLOU #Joel TLOU #the last of us #the last of us hbo #Pedro Pascal #TLOU hbo #smutty #prompt #smut prompts #request #requested #taking requests #requests open #fic request #fanfic request #requests

[whumpcereal]

I posted 614 times in 2022

That's 614 more posts than 2021!

209 posts created (34%)

405 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@darkthingshappen

@oddsconvert

@whumpcereal

@hold-him-down

@peachy-panic

I tagged 594 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#behavior modification - 144 posts

#jack kenyon oc - 117 posts

#joe prescott oc - 94 posts

#ivan peters oc - 63 posts

#i love asks - 54 posts

#whump writing - 53 posts

#whump - 40 posts

#poor sweet baby ben - 37 posts

#the kennel - 33 posts

#tw noncon - 33 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#jake also needs to realize that he's human and that he couldn't have stopped any of what happened to benny that first time

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Joe giving Jack a bath, and Jack thinks Joe is going to hurt/violate him (early rescue).

content warnings for: bbu/bbu-adjacent content (including the actual unboxing), creepy/intimate whumper, vague references to past noncon and trauma, dubcon nudity, conditioned whumpee, brief emeto mention

Jack sits in the tub, his knees drawn up to his chest. He doesn’t like this bathroom. The lights are too bright, and it’s too small. From his place in the bath, Jack can see veins of yellow-orange cigarette residue poking through the cheap paint on the walls. The tub is shoved in the rear of the little room, bordered by a shower curtain that Jack doesn’t recognize. The toilet and vanity are crammed in practically on top of one another; there’s barely enough space on the floor in front of them for the pilly bathroom rug. 

It shouldn’t feel claustrophobic–Jack’s spent enough time in the leather sack to know it–but it does. 

This isn’t home. He’s supposed to be home. But maybe Joe wants to keep him separate. Maybe they aren’t going to live together anymore. He’ll keep Jack locked up here, so that he can use him whenever he wants. Until Jack’s proven himself. That’s why Joe brought him here. 

No. Joe didn’t bring him here. Jack was sent. Shipped, like they promised he would be. That’s why he’s in the bath. 

He hadn’t meant to make a mess. But he didn’t know how long he’d been in the box. It was too hot, and he’d been so dizzy. He didn’t mean to do it. 

That’s probably why Joe’s face looked the way it had when he pried off the box’s wooden lid. He thought Joe would be happy to see him, that Joe would be proud to see how good Jack learned to be–but he wasn’t. Joe hadn’t smiled. He hadn’t said anything. He’d just frozen, his face twisted into an expression that Jack didn’t know how to read. 

That’s when Jack realized he was covered in his own sick. 

“I’m s-sorry,” he’d said immediately. And then he remembered. “I’m sorry, sir.” His voice had sounded funny and far away, like he was hearing it from the next room. 

He had the distant feeling that he should have felt something, like he should have been excited to see Joe after the months apart. But he didn’t feel it. He was too disoriented. Too frightened. 

He didn’t think Joe felt it either. 

“Jesus Christ,” Joe had murmured. He’d barely even looked at Jack. “Jackie–oh, Jackie, no–” 

Joe broke to his knees then, and Jack knew: he’d fucked up. He hadn’t worked hard enough. He hadn’t done enough to change. 

It was all for nothing. 

Jack is nothing.

Joe took Jack out of the box and carried him straight to the bathroom. Joe left, but Jack waits in the tub because Joe told him to stay there, and Jack will do whatever Joe says. He has to. Maybe it won’t make things right, but it can’t make anything worse. He can show Joe what a good boy he is now.

The water plops into the bathtub, splashing as it collects on itself. It’s warm, and the feeling isn’t unpleasant. Ivan only ever hosed him down in the shower stall, and he never cared much if Jack was comfortable or all that clean.  It was more about what he could reach when Jack was tethered to the shower floor. What he could do. What he always did. What Jack was meant for. Is meant for. 

Joe must want that too. He does. Jack knows it. Ivan told him so. 

Jack hears something crash in a room he can’t identify, and Joe curses. Jack uncoils and lets his hands drop into the shallow water. He hitches his thumbs into his soggy boxer-briefs. They’re heavy with water when he pushes them away, a black wad in the corner of the dingy tub. Jack is heavy too. But still, he presses onto his hands and knees. Position ten. That’s Ivan’s favorite. 

Maybe Joe will like it too. He’s never had Jack this way before. 

Beneath the water, Jack’s wrists are shrunken and white without their leather cuffs. His joints tremble and his ears are warm, but he knows what he’s supposed to do. The skin on his fingers and toes starts to prune, and the water keeps pouring from the tap. 

Joe rounds the corner, and Jack closes his eyes. He can do this. He’s been selfish long enough. Joe deserves to have what he wants, and Jack can give it to him. 

“Okay. Okay, baby–Jack. Jackie. I’ve got–” There’s a soft thump as something hits the floor. “What–what are you doing?” 

It’s a direct question. Jack can answer. But he doesn’t. The tub’s non-slip bottom bites into his knees. He’s shaking. He can’t look. He can’t. 

He thought he could do this. He wanted to be good for Joe. 

He isn’t good. He is only afraid. 

But he doesn’t show it. He stays still, and he waits. 

Joe must turn off the water, because Jack doesn’t hear it anymore. 

“Jackie–” 

See the full post

104 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#4

behavior modification

WRU has hired renowned behaviorist Dr. Ivan Peters to refine their training protocol for Romantic acquisitions. When Jack Kenyon--the brilliant young partner of one of Ivan’s med school rivals--applies to be Dr. Peters’ research assistant, he has no idea what he’s signing on for. Maybe reblog or leave a note if you feel so inclined? This is my first real whump offering, and I’m excited! 

part one: jack and ivan at dinner

content warnings for creepy whumper, implied future captivity and noncon, dehumanization, and vague references to childhood trauma and specific psychiatric disorders 

The restaurant is crowded, but not too loud. It isn’t the sort of place that ever gets out of hand. White linen table cloths, soft lighting, a gentle undercurrent of piano, polished stemware—everything exudes taste and class. Ivan knows it’s impressive; doing business here always gives him immediate caché with his potential interns. They want to be what he is. They want what he has.

Jack Kenyon is no different. At least, in theory. He is young and eager. He is looking to improve his resumé before applying to doctoral programs. He’s heard of Ivan’s work and wants to be a part of it.

But Jack Kenyon doesn’t know that he’s already been handpicked for a very special project.

Jack says all the right things, of course, and as he talks, Ivan lets his eyes move over the boy’s face, his body. Darling Jack takes pride in his appearance, that much is clear. Straight shoulders, lean jaw. Dark hair, thick, but neatly trimmed. Big blue eyes beneath a fringe of black lashes, the kind people always say are wasted on boys. Lips, sweet and pink; one corner lifts higher than the other when he speaks.

Ivan’s fly is tight just imagining what he’ll be able to do with those lips, the way those eyes will look up at him when sweet little Jack is on his knees where he belongs.

Ivan smiles at the thought and takes a careful sip of wine. “So, you’d want to focus on trauma work?”

“I do.” Jack nods eagerly. “I—it’s very important to me.”

He looks at Ivan for approval. It’s cute, Ivan thinks, how badly Jack already wants to please him. That will be useful. But Ivan will not tip his hand. Not yet.

“And why is it so important?”

It is a pointless question. Ivan already knows the answer. He’s done his research. But Ivan enjoys seeing the sudden alarm in Jack’s eyes anyway; it suits him. It is an animal’s unconditioned response.

“Oh, uh—”

“You don’t have to say, Jack. Not if you don’t want to.”

But darling Jack knows better. If he wants this position, he has to answer. And Jack wants this position.

At least, he thinks he does.

“No. It’s fine. I—well, I was in the system when I was a kid.”

“Foster care?”

“Yes.”

“I suppose you saw a lot of things.”

“I did,” Jack says softly. “I was a really angry kid. Oppositional-defiant disorder, intermittent explosive disorder—”

“Post-traumatic stress disorder?”

Jack nods, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

Ivan’s seen the boy’s records, of course. Seven foster care placements before he was twelve, then a series of halfway houses and group homes until seventeen. And a stint in juvenile detention at thirteen, for attacking his foster father. The man had gone after Jack, and not for a beating. And Jack, sweet little Jack—he’d fought back.

Ivan hopes Jack still has some fight left in him. It’ll keep things interesting.

“But I got help,” Jack is saying. “There was—one of the group homes, it was actually run by someone who gave a shit—” he winces, and it’s adorable, “I’m sorry—someone who knew what they were doing. They hooked me up—connected me with my first counselor, and it was maybe the first time in my life I didn’t feel like what had happened to me was my fault. I—I’d like to do that for other kids—other people like me.”

Ivan nods. Jack will never do any of that, of course. But that doesn’t mean he won’t have his uses. Ivan will make sure of it.

“That’s a noble goal, Jack. To be of service.”

See the full post

109 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#3

behavior modification, part eleven

&lt;previous, masterlist here

content warnings: EXPLICIT NONCON (touch & forced orgasm), adult language, creepy/intimate whumper, forced nudity, muzzles, restraints, stress positions, shock collars, dehumanization, humiliation, emotional manipulation, noncon kissing, implied future noncon

Thanks to @darkthingshappen for letting me run a few things by her!

part eleven, jack's consequences

“Now, you’ll stay this way until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson.” 

Fuck. Jack tries to shake his head, but the distended heft makes his neck feel like it’s going to snap. He can’t stay this way. He can’t. Jack may not be a doctor, but he’s damn sure that people aren’t supposed to be left upside-down. Ivan has to know that. Doesn’t he? He tries to look at Ivan, but he can’t get his eyes to focus. Too many shocks. 

Ivan’s phone rings. 

Please! Jack shrieks. The word rockets up his throat, but it doesn’t make it any further, because there’s a fucking metal plate trapping his tongue. The only sound that comes out is an animal’s groan. But they have to hear him! They have to!  

Jack tries again to raise his head, but he can’t. It weighs a fucking ton, and with his arms wrenched back the way they are, he has no way to brace himself–his entire body shakes with the effort. Of course, Ivan designed it that way. 

The thought traps Jack’s breath. 

He tugs at his cuffs, but the movement burns all the way down to his calves. Jesus.  He’s trussed like game, for Ivan’s pleasure. He’s mute, for Ivan’s pleasure. He’s burnt and sick and so fucking tired, for Ivan’s pleasure. And he can’t even scream. 

He tries to wrench his mouth open, but the bit stays in place, and the leather of his muzzle glues itself to his sweaty skin. For the millionth time in the last forty-eight hours, his eyes sting with tears–only this time, they run up instead of down. 

The phone rings again, and Ivan glares down at him. 

“Don’t. Make. A. Sound. Or I’ll push this button until you have more in common with a potato than a man.” 

The thing is, Jack knows he will. He’s already seen the way Ivan’s eyes light up in the split second before the collar throws him to the floor. 

But what Jack didn’t realize is that he already thinks it might be a relief. To disappear. To not feel everything that’s happening to him–or everything that will happen to him. 

Jack doesn’t know if he can take it. Not again. And he doesn’t know if it’s better to be good or bad. 

He swallows his whimper and lets his body go slack. The blood rushes to his head, but this time, he doesn’t fight it. 

Ivan nods at him and taps his screen. “Dr. Ivan Peters?” 

For a moment, the only thing Jack hears is the roar of the blood in his ears–and then Ivan’s breath hitches. 

“Oh, uh, hello, Sergeant.”

Sergeant. 

It’s the police. The police are looking for him. Joe is looking for him and– 

“Would you mind holding for just a moment, Sergeant Wade? I’m in the middle of some work, and I’d like to keep my hands free.” 

The police sergeant must assent, because Ivan lays his phone down on the floor next to Jack’s chair. He kneels down and cups the back of Jack’s head in his hand, raising it so that Jack can’t help but look into Ivan’s steely blue eyes. 

“Are you there, Sergeant?” 

Jack knows Ivan’s speaking to the person on the phone, but his gaze is for Jack alone. Don’t make a sound, Ivan mouths again.

“Yes, doctor.”  It’s a woman. The sergeant is a woman. Her voice is kind, Jack thinks. She’ll help him. He knows it.  “Sorry to interrupt your morning,” she says. “I’m calling in regards to a missing persons report on a Mr. Jack Kenyon.” 

Jack’s tears cut a salty path into his hair, but he manages to keep himself still. He squeezes his eyes shut. Joe knows–he knows Jack wouldn’t run off. Joe knows Jack. Joe loves him. Maybe–

See the full post

116 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#2

Obligatory Intro Post

I’m Kay, and after lurking around whumblr for the past year or so, I decided to make my own discreet side-blog so that I could join in the fun too. Even though I didn’t know what “whump” was until very recently, I’ve been digging on whumperflies my whole life. You know that scene in Aladdin where Jasmine gets imprisoned in the giant hourglass? Yeah. It probably started there. The whump community seems pretty supportive of one another and enthusiastic about each other’s content, so I thought I’d give it a try. 

Favorite Whump Tropes: Thanks to tumblr, I’ve found that I like captivity whump, pet whump, intimate/creepy whumpers, psychological whump, and a lot of the nsfwhump content that bounces around out there. (My writing will include all of that and may also include some non/dub-con elements--heads up!). 

Things I’m Not Into: I’m not super into high fantasy stuff, but I’ll give anything a try if I like the writer. Generally, I’m not aware of my hard “no”s until I accidentally stumble onto them, so I suppose I’ll update that as I figure it out.  

Favorite Whump Blogs: Absolutely loving @darkthingshappen‘s “Brother’s Keeper” series right now. Fell deep in love with @ashintheairlikesnow‘s Daniel Michaelson months ago. Have reread @card-games-and-pain‘s “Lonely Barricade” and assorted sundries more times than is appropriate. Binged @deluxewhump‘s Zee stories and loved them all. 

I’ve got the first bits of my own saga outlined, and I’m looking forward to sharing them (soonish?). Until then, maybe I’ll post a random whump drabble to help introduce myself. 

Greetings, whumblr! 

121 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

behavior modification master list

WRU has hired renowned behaviorist Dr. Ivan Peters to refine their training protocol for Romantic acquisitions. When Jack Kenyon–the brilliant young partner of one of Ivan’s med school rivals–applies to be Dr. Peters’ research assistant, he has no idea what he’s signing on for. 

Please see individual chapters for detailed and specific content warnings. This story will contain noncon elements [*]; proceed with caution!

behavior modification pre-timeline content: organized in rough chronological order

past snippet: jack's fourteenth birthday

-/-/-

part one: jack and ivan at dinner

part two: jack and joe, before captivity

part three: jack's abduction

part four: ivan welcomes to jack to captivity

part five: worries for joe, bath time for jack

part six: jack's intake interview (part one)

part seven: jack's intake interview (part two)

part eight: past, present, and future

part nine: breakfast time

part ten: jack learns his positions

part eleven: jack's consequences*

part twelve: ivan's apology

part thirteen: jack's last chance to feel*

part fourteen: joe and his mother

part fifteen: prelude to punishment

part sixteen: jack's first treatment*

part seventeen: deprivation

part eighteen: jack loses joe

part nineteen: case notes*

part twenty: yes, sir*

drabble: statue*

drabble: bravo*

drabble: good boy, sweet boy*

-/-/-

See the full post

193 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i love that I reblog myself so often it showed up on this nonsense