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shamrockqueen · 9 months

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Thigh Rider

Pairing : Yuri Boyka X Reader

Warnings : PWP, Thigh riding, Thigh humping, dirty talk in a Russian accent.

Word count : 1239

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He traced his thumb over the quote as he read it over a second time.

У человека все в руках, и все ускользает сквозь пальцы от чистой трусости (Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.)

He would remember to hold onto all of the gifts he has been given thus far from now until the very end of his days. A warm bed, a loving home, and a beautiful woman that holds tightly in her hand the key to his once cold and icy heart.

She stood not far from where he sat, peering past the kitchen doorway and into the living room towards him, reading his book as he rested in an armchair.

He was strong, thick of frame, with short dark hair still shaved at the sides with a thick strip down the center as he always had it. A thachy goatee circles his pink lips as he runs his tongue between them in thought as his dark brown eyes search over each page.

You only stood by your hiding spot near the doorway as you watched him, envious of the simple hardback as it stole his attention from you. You craved what you greedily took every day to always have his eyes and hands on you. So much so that you wished he’d look up from his book and back at you.

As if he heard your thoughts, he did just as they asked, pulling his gaze from the pages and directing it towards you. You nearly tried to head under his now-heavy watch, ducking sheepishly towards the edge of the doorway.

He knew what you wanted; it was always too easy to tell. Whoever you hid from like this, it meant you wanted something naughty but couldn’t work up the courage to ask.

"Speak," he called out, his accent minimal with just the one-word phrase. His deep voice booming throughout the adjoining rooms. He didn’t like playing silly games with you. If you want something from him, you’ll have to ask; otherwise, you’ll go without.

"I-I just wanted to…to see you." You answered back, as meek as ever. He hated it when you acted fearful, like a shivering lamb standing before a snarling wolf. He was your cuddly bear, and you were his wily fox.

He set his book on the table beside him and gestured for you to approach. He needn’t ask twice, but at first you only hesitantly leave your perch by the doorway to approach him.

"Quit playing mouse. You make a far better pussycat." His voice came out as a low growl, a thick Russian purr erupting from his tightly gritted teeth.

You weren’t fooling anybody.

You trot over and nearly throw yourself onto his lap to cry like the spoiled brat you were. You only wanted his attention. You never felt more special than when you had all of him to yourself, so now that he was yours again, you buried yourself in the white cotton fabric of the chest of his thin tank top. It was coupled with the compressive gym shorts he’d worn when he worked out in the garage.

You were clad in one of your little white dresses and a pair of frilly white socks, but nothing else. It left your breasts to press freely against the soft fabric and your core to be grazed by the cool air of the room.

One of your legs is wedged between his so that your knee nudged his covered cock, but the other nearly dangled over his leg and off the chair, letting your bare pussy press to his equally unencumbered thigh.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering into his shoulder, "I just wanted some attention."

It wasn’t untrue, but he could tell you had wanted far more than a little of his focus, mainly by the way he could feel your slick little cunny pressing against his skin.

He bumps you with his leg like he’s bouncing you in his lap, making you little pussy rub against him faster than you had done yourself.

You whine just the way he likes. That shrill squeak let him know he could twitch at you however he wanted. But, what he wanted to see was you getting off all by yourself on his thick thigh.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to press your pretty pussy against me, right Kukla?" He spoke with a deep laugh as he looked over the beautiful display before him.

You nod vigorously with a "yes, yes please," all desperate as you palm his cock, only to have your fingers swatted away.

"You want to cum, do it yourself!" He huffed like an angry bull before bouncing his leg from under you, dragging it along your exposed flower, and ruffling your folds.

Your face turns a hot red as you do as you’re told, spreading your cunt slowly along his thigh before pressing hard and pushing your hips back up towards his pelvis.

"Good girl, Kukla" His chest rumbled as he spoke.

You give a whimper before dragging and pushing your hips again, making your little flower drool all over him. He’s goading you on as your pussy sucks at his bare thigh.

Your body shuttered with each drag of your hips and bump of his thigh. All while he looked down at you and chuckled to himself. This little game was fun, but the sight of you riding just his leg was driving him almost equally as crazy, making his cock stiffen from where it was tightly confined in his shorts. It was time to end this quickly so he could bury himself inside your sweet cunt.

"Cum, baby, I know you can." His words drip right off his tongue with a thick Russian drawl. It spurs you on to quicken your pace, chasing that sweet, fluttery release.

He bounces you on his knee as you try to shuck your cunt along his leg. As he’s grinning wolfishly down at you, his precious little doll is fucking herself against his leg like a horny brat.

You’re crying into the air as your nails dig into his skin, making him hiss. You shake your hips as his leg still shakes below you to tease you to your finish.

His little doll sings for him so shrill, loud, and beautiful that he could just wrap his thick, hard arms around you and grind you down on his leg until you’re creaming all over his skin.

Your movements are furious, but your mind is blinded by a burst of white lights, turning your little brain all hazy. You can’t think, and you only whine and cry as you spill slick all over his skin.

Your body feels too heavy to continue, but your hips propel you slowly as you ride each wave until it pulls you under and you're collapsing against his shoulder as he chuckles nice and low and hungry.

"Is my Kukla tired already?" He says as he pushes your hips off of his leg until you're further into his lap and your sensitive core is pressed against the hard bulge in his shorts, "You have no more energy for me?"

Like a dimming flame doused with kerosene, the drag of your cunt over the outline of his cock has you burning up for him all over again.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Kinktober (9)- Begging

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: While you are tied up, your girlfriends intend on giving you a show that leaves you begging for more.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Threesome, Magic restraints, Magic Cum-filled Strap-on, Dirty Talk, Fake cum, Creampies

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“Please…” you whimpered, eyes pleading desperately at your girlfriends who were currently making out on your bed. You watched attentively as Natasha cupped Wanda’s jaw, her tongue sliding into the witch’s mouth to deepen the kiss. Wanda’s toned thighs straddling the redhead, the bare skin teasing you from your position across the room.

Red tendrils held your arms down against the arms of the chair you were in, your legs also tied to each chair leg making you spread out on the piece of furniture and left to watch the show they were putting on for you.

Two sets of green eyes turned to you at your plea, both women also smirking at the pathetic tone and clear frustration on your face. They simply ignored you after that, turning back to one another and crashing their lips together again. A moan escaped Wanda when Natasha flipped them over, pinning the brunette to the bed and holding her hands above her head before kissing down her neck.

“Don’t tease me Nat,” Wanda husked out, glaring down at the spy who looked up with an innocent glint in her eyes.

“I’m not teasing you, love,” she purred, looking over to you with a knowing smirk. One of your favourite things was to take your time with the witch, have her sensitive to your touch, calling your name out in frustration as you slowly explored her body. A small groan escaped you when you realised what Natasha was trying to do.

“Don’t make me tie you down too,” the witch huffed out, a chuckle escaping Natasha before she placed another kiss to the top of her breasts and climbed back up to press her lips to the woman under her.

“What do you want me to do Wanda?” Natasha’s Russian accent wrapped around her words delicately as she murmured against the brunette’s lips. The witch simply answered by conjuring a red strap on around the older woman’s waist, peering up at her with a mischievous look.

“I want you to fuck me,” she purrs, breaking her hands free from the spy’s grip and scratching down her back to leave red trails. Natasha groans in response and kisses Wanda once again, pouring passion and want into it before pulling away. “Don’t be gentle with me Detka,” she whispers, and you let out another desperate noise.

You watch with jealousy as Natasha lines up the tip of the toy and thrusts it into Wanda, both moaning at the feeling. You groan to yourself when you realise Wanda’s enchanted the toy so Natasha can feel everything as she slides the toy out and slams back into the witch. A guttural moan is ripped from the back of Wanda’s throat when Natasha starts to pound into her, the brunette’s fingers tangling into the red locks and pulling her head closer to crash their lips together.

Your hands fight vigorously with the magic restraints, aimless words tumbling out of your mouth, begging either woman to let you get involved. Your words fall on deaf ears though as Wanda calls out the spy’s name along with curse words in Sokovian while Natasha moves to bury her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around the toy.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Wanda moans and you feel like you’re literally about to combust on the spot, “Look how good Nat’s fucking me.” Your mouth opens and closes, unable to form words as you watch Natasha move to kneel, her hips still snapping into Wanda as her hands lift the witch’s hips to thrust deeper into her. Wanda throws her head back at the action, showing off her sharp jawline and how her breasts bounce with each thrust.

“Please, please let me go,” you whine, still pointlessly trying to move your arms. Wanda lolls her head to the side to look at you, her mouth parting into an o shape as Natasha hits a sweet spot inside her.

“You’re taking me so well Wanda,” Natasha pants out, moving a hand to circle the brunette’s clit and earning a loud moan in response. “Do you want to come for me?” she looks down at Wanda who nods her head, tearing her gaze away from you to look at the spy.

“Please let me come Nat,” she groans out, her hands gripping Natasha’s forearms as her fingers dig into the witch’s waist.

“Come for me,” Natasha rasps out while leaning down, moaning into the kiss as she feels her walls clench around her and body tense, her orgasm ripping through her body. Natasha follows straight after, hips stuttering as she comes into the Wanda, fake come filling her up as she moans loudly at the strange sensation.

Your chest rises and falls as you watch them recover, the throb between your legs incessant as you stare at the scene in front of you.

“Please,” you whimper out once again, making them both turn to look at you. Natasha pulls out of Wanda, the white liquid slowly oozing out of her before Natasha uses her finger to push it back in.

“Shush baby,” Wanda says while conjuring another red strap on, this time around your waist. “Do you want to fill me up too?” she purrs, climbing onto your lap effortlessly and gripping the toy. Your hips buck as best they can under her at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around you.

“I want to make you feel so good,” you groan when she sinks down onto you, leaning forward to rest your head against her chest. “Can I touch you now?” You moan when you feel how tight and warm she is, her hips moving up and down you at a tortuous pace.

She hums to begin with, cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look at her, “What do you think Nat, should I let her?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she husks out, walking till she’s behind your seated form, hands drifting across your shoulders and collarbones, “She has to ask nicely first.”

“Please let me touch you,” you sigh out, Wanda grinding down on the toy while moaning next to your ear now, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I just want to touch you, please, I want to make you feel so good Wands,” you plea, the desperate tone making her take pity on you. Her magic dissipates around you, one hand immediately going to her waist to guide her movements while the other goes to her clit, circling it in time with each movement of her hips.

“Fuck baby,” she moans, moving to kiss you while Natasha starts to mark your neck. “That’s it, right there,” Wanda groans out when you thrust your hips slightly under her, hitting all the right places as she starts to bounce on your lap.

“Oh shit,” you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, face moving to the crook of her neck as you whimper against the skin, “I’m gonna come, please, can I?”

“Not yet,” she sighs out, tugging you by your hair to look into your eyes, “Just hold it a little longer,” she murmurs softly, pressing her lips to yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda continues to ride you, moans freely leaving your lips as you try to hold back.

“Please, I can’t hold it much longer,” she shakes her head, you groaning in response.

“Just a little longer,” her hips are relentless as she lifts her hips up then slams them back down, your fingers still circling her clit, “Fuck. Come with me baby,” she practically screams, her clenching around you and coming. Fake cum spills into her as you bite down on her shoulder to muffle your moan, hips twitching and legs shaking as you finally come.

“You ok baby?” you hear her whisper, nodding your head and snuggling against her chest.

“You did so well for us,” you hear them both whispering praise before guiding you to the bed, letting you tangle your limbs with theirs as you cuddle. You don’t notice when they clean themselves up or yourself, too blissed out with pleasure and easily drift off to sleep in between your girlfriends.

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yandere-kokeshi · 3 months

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would love to see any yan!nikolai you can give us <3

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about kidnapping, forced affection, and guilt-tripping.

A/N: Nikolai is the most underrated character, and it's my time to shine :)!

Nikolai is a romantic at heart, and an expressive man when it comes down to you. He cherishes you like a precious gem, and often spoils you. In many ways, Nik hates being away from you, clingy to the max. Extremely protective, and domestic in his own way; he’s also unafraid of guilt-tripping you to keep you in his path.

Meeting him was an interesting experience. There are a few ways of you two crossing paths, but the most sense is he bumped arms with you because of Laswell.

There are many possibilities of what you could be. Most sense would you being a good SAS soldier, a large figure that he gets along with easily; a dedicated fighter that he soon respects in and out of the battlefield. Not only does it make him easier to search you out- gaining your trust with odd facts, but he can flirt with you on a daily basis.

Or, like any other scenario, a rare civilian that he gets connected with — sharing the same interests in his culture, famous love for flying, and simply trying to be a better person.

With this information — it’s ‘safe’ to say that you’ve caught the eyes of Nikolai.

It’s no surprise that he’s a humongous flirt and loves making you flustered. Anybody can see he’s down bad for you, and by the excessive gifting and touching – it’s bound for the two of you to fall in love, eventually. Which, enough said, makes him go through the ‘natural’ route of persuading you; ensuring that you know he’s the right person for you.

It’s constant touches and clinginess. A hand on your hip to pull you closer, or forced eye contact that’s easily shown to be more than just friends. Nikolai is constantly messaging you– ensuring you got home safe, or asking what you’re doing; soon dialing your phone with his thick accent. And let’s not forget that his laughs are loud, even if you didn’t say anything considerable funny to him, your smile is what makes his day better.

Eventually — the two of you hit off, going on many dates where he shows himself off. Opting for Russian nicknames over English ones, telling you fun-facts of helicopters or any machinery that flies, which makes him soon reveal his emotions with harsh kisses.

Within the relationship, everything is perfect; at least how you may see it. He’s comforting, and loving in many ways. Very guarding too, watching everything around you to ensure your safety and happiness is first place.

He does bad things behind your back. And Nikolai knows it, illegal stuff and what not, but he has to protect you, no? His work is dangerous — other people are dangerous — and you need to be kept safe. If he finds someone harassing you, they’re getting an expensive ER visit; their face barely recognizable with the amount of bruises and broken bones.

Your relatives giving you a hard time? He comes with you on the next visit, smiling at them when you two get out of the car. When all of you are ready to eat, Nikolai asks rather specific questions. Ones you didn’t know, nor your family knowing how to answer. It’s only a matter of seconds before it shows that he cares for you, seeking information to ensure they know their place.

Like the post above, he’s done many illegal things. This said, he opts to put trackers on your phone, and shoes that you wear. It’s easy to add or adjust, and to spy on you; looking at his phone if he has a slight gut-feeling of you hiding anything.

Nikolai is the type to get dirty if it’s the last option. He’s kidnapped before, killed a few, with or without Laswell’s knowledge.

But he would hate to dispatch, finding the steps of keeping the murder hidden exhausting, so he goes with his favoritism: blackmail. It’s easy to scare them off that way, watching their faces drop with fear as he shows them the documents, is almost a dopamine spike.

However, if anyone dares to threaten or hurt you in any shape or form, and he’s now aware of it? It’s best to bet Nikolai is shoving a gun down their mouth. His thick eyes tell them he isn’t joking around to pull the trigger. That shown, it’s easily expressed that he’s more than just protective. He loves you, more than he can comprehend in words, and he’ll eliminate anything that makes you feel a bit uncomfortable.

Despite how overprotective and clingy he can be, especially after long-missions, he’d never kidnap you; unless a specific scenario hits. You get hurt, people come for you and force Nikolai to be the bad one. However, with his confidence, he doubts what will happen.

Acts and service and quality time are his love languages. He loves spending his time with you whenever he can, considering that his job can take him away for many weeks or months at a time. When he’s home — you cannot keep him away. He’s tucked by your side like a puppy following its owner; hands crawling underneath your shirt, squeezing your body, and kissing it a millionth time.

This includes him helping out whenever, and he loves getting orders from you, doing whatever you asked, or soon yelped, with a cheeky smile.

That said, it can also be argued that gift-giving is one of his primary love languages, too. Wherever he goes, he makes sure to get you something, dropping them in front of you in many bags — urgently asking you to open them up. Being a pilot has many perks, now, doesn’t it?

When Nikolai isn’t away from work, he’s very domestic.

The two of you live in a two-story house far away from society, in a remote small town, and an hour away from any major city. He’s caring for the both of you, cooking most dinners, doing the dishes right after, whilst being a cheeky guy and stealing some touches that may or may not lead to make-out scenes.

His own little thing is that he loves to cook for you. Being a pilot, traveling to many places with different types of food forces him to be out of his comfort zone, so naturally, he’s tried many cooking styles. He’s a professional in the kitchen, and will cook whatever you ask, with a promise of a kiss and a long-lasting cuddle session.

His kisses are incredibly soft and slow, nudging for more with his nose, breathing out a small sigh. His hands are always on you, either on your hips or back, pulling you into his body for more.

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iovesia · 2 months

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boxer!jw talking you through it... long hair sticking to his slightly wrinkled face as he puts you in a headlock and tugs your body closer to his own... knowing that he could actually hurt you with his strength if he wanted to.. his coarse voice saying something in russian you could barely understand, your mind only focusing on him thrusting in and out of you... sigh. you've got me thinking thoughts

i'm Actually drenched ☝️🤓 .. like RAAAAAA i love this old man so bad

literally having dirty, sweaty sex in the dingy lockers of his training center. the lights flickering along with the stench of sweat and cigarettes just lock you in a haze.

john's muscular arm is wrapped around your neck from behind, the sweat off his chest sticking to your back. you feel so squished between his toned body and the rusty lockers. his warm breath on your ear makes you shiver as he grunts things like "dirty fucking girl" (.. especially in russian? y'all this accent's sexy as fuck don't even try 😵‍💫).

your neck's almost painfully craned back, and your eyes catch glimpses of his face. the locks of damp black hair hanging over his forehead, and the small drop of blood on his lip from training .. i actually feel faint.

#love letters.#boxer au #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #john wick x reader #john wick imagine #john wick smut

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prettyboypistol · 10 months

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It says requests are open but please feel free to ignore if not and ofc don't do it if you do not feel like it or don't have inspo but may I request the mercs (tf2) reacting to finding out the reader (male ofc) has a voice kink and got turned on hearing them talk? Thank you in advance! have a nice day/night !! - transleviathan

Tf2 Mercs Realizing You Have a Voice Kink! || x Male!Reader +/18

Scout

Oh God, he gets so turned on when you tell him.

He already dirty talk babbles, now it's a hell of a lot more intentional.

Pulls you close and whispers dirty things in your ears

"Hey there, baby boy, wanna have a quickie?"/"Hey there prettyboy, you doing anythin' later tonight?"/"I got a bucket of chicken-"

Jeremy HAS and will CONTINUE TO take this as a massive ego stroke that makes him feel high as a kite.

Has asked to see if just his voice can get you off. (embarrassed when it can)

MAFIA VOICE HOTSHOT SCOUT THO

Soldier

He's really confused at first, but understands it after you lay on the compliments about how manly and hot his voice is.

Likes viewing it as him being superior to you in an authority figure in a military sense.

Solly likes dropping his voice suddenly to make you scream in surprise. He likes how you tense up and blush.

High key wants to kiss you when you get embarrassed.

Thinks it's funny when you giggle eagerly when he insults you in a deep voice.

Demoman

He's kinda caught off guard that you find his voice hot, but takes it and sprints with it.

Absolutely turns up the Scottish pet names and slang terms to fluster you. "Attaboy, there's a good lad." Is his favorite way to praise you.

Think it's cute how excited you get when he mutters under his breath.

Tavish grumbles an exasperated "Jesus christ.." and suddenly he has a cute Lil boyfriend in his lap and trying to kiss his face off.

PINS YOU DOWN AND DIRTY TALKS

Engineer

Oh this man takes it and runs with it. As soon as you tell him you like, really, like his voice, he feels his heart flutter

High key wants to role-play a cowboy and outlaw scene where he catches you and you 'convince' him not to turn you in.

You get "howdy"'d a lot more lol

SO MANY SOUTHERN NICKNAMES

Can't help but drop his voice and feel you up, God, he loves the reaction you give. You better be prepared for hot hyperfixation rants

Pyro

Overjoyed that someone actually likes their voice- not in the invasive way. When you confess that you find the muffling of their voice from their gas mask.

They like that your Kink isn't more... explicitly their voice, moreso the muffling.

The heavy breathing and little whines that you can hear when you're close.. nobody else hears that but you, and it turns you on.

Pyro likes talking to you through little orders that are easy to understand. (mmt./sit, mhpay./stay, mm mny./good boy)

Likes grabbing you by your hair and pulling you close to make you listen to the hissing of air from the gas mask.

Heavy

GOD. DAMN. This man goes above and beyond with his accent and russian talk around you after you tell him

He's super flustered but also really happy that you find his voice attractive! He's always been insecure about how he sounds in English because he sounds stupid when he talks in English.

When you express attraction to Heavy's voice, he gets all happy and confident.

"Oh? You like Heavy's voice!" Heavy pins you against a wall, his laugh shaking you. "Good."

Medic

"Oh, but listening to me talking about vivisections grosses you out?" kind of teasing

HUUUUGE ego boost to him, def likes teasing you with his voice and gently touching you in little ways (grabbing thighs, petting stomach, rubbing neck) ALL TOUCHING FROM BEHIND JESUS CHRIST

Again, loves holding you from behind and growling things int your ear as he kisses your neck. (please introduce him to mirror sex PLEASE)

German. So. Much. Fucking. German.

Wants to teach you German so so so badly!!!!

Spy

he knew you had a voice kink as soon as he talked to you.

He loves sneaking up on you and whispering dirty french in your ear. You don't know exactly what he's saying, but you know it's said to make you blush.

Only translates the dirty talk to english to fluster you further with an "Oh, I'm sorry dear, let me translate.."

Spy loves making you flustered with different voices, especially with roleplay scenes (loves dressing up in elaborate roles i'll die on this hill)

Sniper

Pins you against a wall and whispers into your ear, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. "Oh, so you gotta thing for Aussies then? Right, I can work with that, darlin'~"

This man WILL bring you on a sniping mission and order you to get off as his eyes are trained on the target.

Likes how he can just order you to be aroused, just by a certain word or inflection in his speech. He grins like a predator when he realizes his power over you and God. You know it's over for you.

Has offered to dirty talk his way into getting road head

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diejager · 4 months

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On monster Au how did human reader meet Vampire Graves and the shadow?? 🤔

I’m guessing you mean the one from Turned? Since Only Human happens after the MW2 campaign.

You met them a few weeks after being contracted into TF-141, signing NDAs after NDAs before actually signing your contract. Laswell and Price were clear on the fact that end thing that went on during missions were to stay confidential —classified, especially with the TF being comprised of hybrids, some from UK, an American, a Russian and a ULF commander.

You knew they heads were General Shepherd and CIA station chief Kate Laswell, with missions spearheaded by Captain John Price, a dragon hybrid, and Lieutenant Riley, the wraith, as the second in command. They’re an extremely decorated TF, with a reputation to back up their decisions and badges. You were another sergeant, human in genetics and appearance, with little to talk about apart from your experience in silent infiltration, trained in hand-to-hand combat with a knife than utilizing a gun. You were taught to fight dirty, using what you could to win, a knife, a broken bottle or the sharp end of a broken plank, you were a stealthy killer, an assassin of sorts.

You’ve only heard of Shadow Company, word of mouth to ear with good things about them, how powerful and tight knit the PMC was. You weren’t surprised to hear that they worked closely with 141 and its allies, but you were surprised that they shared banter and seemed on a good foot. Especially Graves, the vampire and master of all his thralls, who started most conversation with a quick quip or smug remark.

It even shocked you how friendly he was towards you, standing close with a hand on your shoulder, his rugged face smiling down at your, confident and comforting. His grin was teasing, flashing his fangs so openly around you. He’d throw a few taunts hidden under praises: “Look at the pretty neck, soft skin and perfect. Bet you’re sweet, ain’t ya, sweetheart?”

Graves was also brutally honest, speaking his mind about decisions and choices made by others and even criticizing his men when they messed up. He controlled them, mind and body, reborn from his blood and remade in his expectations, but they worked in perfect rhythm, working as if they were one cell.

So, when their leader made a move on you, the rest did, often sitting beside you, keeping a hand on you, hungry for any physical touch or a whiff of your blood, the smell of your ichor that exhumed from your uncovered skin: your neck and your wrists. They would flash their fangs, gleaming under the white light of the mess hall, a threat that kept your surrounded and trapped between them.

Although they were friendly whenever you worked with Shadow Company, the constant attention and hungry, red eyes had made you somewhat uncomfortable, so much so that the rest of the TF cued in on it. Soap would stick to your side, hackles raised and eyes narrowed when some Shadows would approach you, being too handsy with you. If you weren’t with Soap, Gaz would bring you to his side with a wing, stretched behind to cover you in a protective shield to deter the thralls. The true deterrent was Ghost, looming behind you in his dark glory, growling and glaring at anyone who approached you without even touching you or standing too close. Price worked well, they wouldn’t bother the captain because they feared fire, because an angry dragon was a slow and painful death.

But that never stopped Graves from approaching you, tongue running over his lower lip and over the sharpness of his fang, red eyes gleaming brightly and looking handsome with his sun-kissed skin, blonde hair and southern accent, the sexy drawl of his words.

“Be a doll and c’m’here, won’t you?”

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90smaximoff · 1 year

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Pleaaaase write a threesome with a strap 🤤 preferably with y/n, Wanda and anyone else but tbh I’d love it for anyone

dreaming with you.

author’s note: thanks for requesting 🫶

words: 900

warnings: smut (+18), strap on, blowjob on a strap, fingering, dirty talk, kinda dubcon?? honestly i don’t think so but just to be safe i will add this, i guess that’s it, enjoy 🫶

Wanda thrusted her hips onto your mouth, moaning as she feel the warmth of your mouth enveloped her strap - thanks to her magic for that.

You didn’t even remember how this started, how you ended up on all fours in Wanda’s bed naked, actually you wasn’t even thinking about it, the only thing that you could focus at the moment was how pretty she looked with her mouth open moaning your name as you suck her strap.

You could feel your arousal running down your thighs as you look up at her, doing the best you can to make her feel good, and for the way she was looking down at you with so much lust you could tell that was working.

“Oh baby, you’re doing so good, you’re gonna make me cum in your mouth.” She whispered and you wondered if she could really cum in your mouth though the toy.

But you didn’t have much time to process this since you feel soft hands running through your lower back and heard a voice speak to the woman.

“Not yet, Wands, c’mon, bet you wanna cum inside her instead.” Natasha Romanoff herself had her clothes off and was behind you on the bed, caressing your back and looking mesmerized at the sigh of you sucking the witch’s cock.

You didn’t even panicked, because you just feel hotter, both woman’s attention were in you, looking at you and desiring you for herself.

Wanda took a grip to your hair, pressing your head to swallow her shaft deeper and agreed with Natasha as you almost gagged on her cock. “Yeah, but her mouth feels so good, i guess i will have to fill you twice, don’t i, detka?” You shake your head a yes.

You wonders what that term means, but assumed that must be tender, since she looks at you with care as saying that with the thick accent.

That’s when you feel Natasha take one hand off your back to her fingers start to play with your embarrassingly wet pussy, spreading your lips open and easily putting two of her fingers inside in a slow pace.

“Damn, she’s so fucking wet. All of that just for sucking cock, baby? Are you that desperate?” You could hear her smile.

As you feel her fingers inside, finally giving you some relief, you moan in Wanda’s cock, causing vibrations through her whole body and making her roll her eyes, mourning a bad word.

All you could think about was what that women were about to do with you, how bad you wanted them to have their way with you, everything feels so sexy and perfect that you were scared to wake up from that dream.

But, eventually, that’s exactly what happens. You open your eyes as the sunlight enters your room through the curtains of your window, actually, Tony Stark’s window, since that was his tower. The Avengers tower.

You growls trying to make your eyes adjust to the light and mentally swearing at yourself for waking up before the better part. You feel really wet between your legs, probably needing a long cold shower for start the day, but not before breakfast, or maybe just a little snack since you feel too hungry to cook anything better.

You got out off the bed and went downstairs still in pajamas, thinking that since you didn’t heard nothing upstairs everybody should be still sleeping. And you were right, except for two russians who seemed very awake as you enter the kitchen and see them both talking as eating breakfast.

Shame running through your body remembering your wet dream with them, but there’s no way they could know that, you know that Wanda would never cross boundaries and read your mind especially without a reason.

“Good morning.” Wanda greet you with a smile and you feel your cheeks flustering.

Natasha looked at you and winked, you feel even bad for dreaming about them fucking you, they were gentle with you since the moment you joined the team, always giving you advices and teaching things, they’re great coworkers maybe even friends and you just think about how they taste. As you feel like a pervert woman, your appetite is gone.

“Good morning.” You said ashamed.

“Did you sleep well?” Natasha asks, taking a sip from the mug that you’ve assumed that was coffee.

“Y-yeah.” Your voice failed and you looked at the floor from the shame, remembering how her voice was in your dream.

“Good. I slept very well too, did you have a good dream?” She smiles brighter and you could swear that you’ve heard Wanda’s laugh but decided to ignore it as you were ignoring the sound of her voice saying it, almost as if was teasing you.

“I don’t remember…”

Natasha just agreed with her head.

“Well, i’m going take a shower, see you guys later.” Since you couldn’t wait for getting out that damn kitchen, you turned your back and started your way to upstairs, until you hear Wanda’s voice.

“You’re not eating anything, detka?” You looked at her. She never called you that, not in real life, at least.

As you feel your cheeks burn from embarrassment and told yourself that there’s no way they could know about your dream, you shake your head a no and almost run to your room.

Little did you know that Wanda herself gave you that dream, and Natasha asked to participate.

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inklore · 8 months

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love lies

premise: the love you have for your fiancé is a farce that you’ve perfected for three years that has gone unnoticed by everyone, except her.

pairing: villanelle x (f)reader

word count: 1.7k

contents: cheating, fingering, choking, sort of knife play, getting off to the talks of blood and murder, dirty talk-ish, they’re both a bit unhinged but that’s ok.

note: this is an au obviously so take v’s character as you will and not as what’s canon ok, but cheers to my gay ass finally writing for her!

haunted hoedown day one.

The fake smile that you know has to be hurting the blonde’s face from being held for the entirety of the night makes something in your stomach curdle.

Makes your nerves sit on edge at the agitation, the secrets, and the lies that the smiles hold. That the owner of it is hiding. She deserves applause for keeping up with the act. The nice neighbor. The befriending of the nice couple who just moved in next door, getting close to the soon to be wife who left all her friends and troubles behind to move to Paris with her fiancé.

A move you agreed to.

A move you imagined would bring you and your fiancé closer. Would change that pit in your stomach that has since become a gaping hole every time you planned for the wedding. Planned to spend your life next to this man you only seemed to love when he was suffering.

When he was vulnerable. Brow pulled down in sadness. A cut done by a kitchen knife while he was cutting vegetables that you pushed down on harder than you needed to while cleaning it. When you accidentally put the wrong salve on it, just to watch him wince and squirm.

That look in his eyes when you were on top of him and you wrapped your fist around his throat to watch that sheen in his eyes question if you were going to let go. The last hitch in his lungs before you cut the air flow off completely.

“I just get really into it, I'm sorry.” You had told him when he asked about it after the first time, and who was he to take away from the pleasure of the woman he loved?

His ignorance was bliss.��

But it was also tiring. Creating that gaping hole that the love he poured out to you ran through endlessly where it should have made you whole. Full. Better.

And yet you agreed to wear the ring he saved up to get you. Followed him across the ocean.

Your ignorance was a farce you didn’t know how to get out of. A farce that you’ve perfected for three years. That has gone unnoticed by everyone.

Except the blonde to your left.

The blonde, who had almost lost her touch on pretending to care about whatever was coming out of your fiancé’s mouth the longer the night went on. The longer her eyes caught yours. The longer her knee had pressed into your inner thigh after leaning herself further against the table—giving a look of fake eagerness—the more she pushed her legs between your open ones.

Your look of warning made her fake smile twitch into her real one—devilish, mischievous.

But now both smiles are gone and the two of you are standing in your kitchen, and you’re thankful for the dishtowels in your hands that are keeping them busy with drying because you know her resistance is running thin.

The patience she’s had all night that has threatened to come out in the possible slip of her false accent—the accent you only found to be fake when she cornered you in the entryway of your flat, her lips against yours, your name sounding better in her rigid Russian accent than her fake French one.

Your hands had gone from being in her hair to pushing at her shoulders, removing her from your body not because of the lie but because you needed the excuse to stop this, where every part of your being was sighing in relief from finally giving into the tension. To finally being touched by someone you actually desired.

You may not have loved your fiancé, but starting a torrid affair with your new neighbor didn’t seem like the right way to get out of your current situation—something you eventually learned was the exact opposite.

“I’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. If it makes this easier for you. We both know he’s not your type.”

And if there was an award for reading someone completely through to their core and being right, Villanelle would win, and you’d be the loser.

“He is a very annoying chewer.” She breaks the silence, “did you know this when you accepted his proposal?” Your silent raised brow is enough for her to put her hands up in defense. “It was just an observation.” She sighs, picking up another dish, “a very annoying observation.”

Your mind scatters to scrounge up something that sets your nerves on edge about Villanelle. To what? Stick up for the man you don’t love? Or to try and prove to her that you actually do have feelings for the man who’s in the next room carrying on with his night happily, thinking he just had a great dinner with his soon to be wife and their hospitable neighbor who’s definitely not fucking his fiancé?

But there’s nothing to prove to the woman who can read right through you.

Who’s gotten off at the palms you’ve both wrapped around each other's throats.

You can’t disguise yourself in front of the queen of them.

It’s a losing game.

A game you’re not interested in playing, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself to.

A game you should play. To resist this woman and the detrimental feelings she brings up. The feelings that fill the void inside of you with the toxic waste of your shared fucked-upness.

Your eyes catch the glint of the knife in Villanelle’s hands. The way her fingers run along the blade to clean it. The tight grip she has on the handle. The confidence she has in knowing she’s not going to slip and cut herself—like she’s held worse in her hands and done worse with it.

The sight—the thought—makes you swallow harder. Makes those dark feelings and thoughts light something deep in your stomach that has you aching. That has your eyes looking up through the doorway towards the room where you know your fiancé is.

“I could do it, you know, quick, painless. He wouldn’t feel a thing.” Her accent is thicker when she’s whispering. When she’s this close, leaning into your side, breathing against the shell of your ear.

Her words make your grip slip, the glass in your hand tumbling into the sink, making you jump; making your thighs press together, your lungs forget how to take in air as you envision the blood that would stain your rugs, that would stain Villanelle’s skin.

“Everything okay in there?”

His voice is like a cold shower to the heat burning through your nerves like wildfire.

“Yes!” Villanelle pipes up in her fake French accent, “just a case of slippery fingers.” Her laugh is short and looks misplaced with the lack of smile on her face. With the fire that’s burning in her eyes when you look up at her, that glint of something you’ve yet to see but know is within her. That you know is within you. That has always been within you if you’d just dived deep enough to face the inevitable instead of letting her touch, kiss, fuck it out of you.

He’s still talking, saying words your ears—and your mind—refuse to register as Villanelle grips your waist and pushes you against the counter.

The knife still in her hand, the tip pressed to your breast bone, more distracting. More worth focusing on. Stealing all your attention and breath, even as she’s replying to him. As she’s keeping up with surade like her eyes aren’t burning through you. Like you can’t see how heavy she’s now breathing. How the sheen in her eyes is the complete opposite of someone who is weak, and it turns you on even more.

“It's worse when I push it through slowly.” Her breath ghosts over your lips as she whispers, as she leans forward, the tip of the knife presses further into your skin, making your breath catch at the sting. “I would do it so he would have already bled out before he knew what had happened to him.” The edges of her mouth rise in a soft smirk, “or would you rather me show you? So you can understand how it feels and do it yourself. You would look so good doing it.” The arousal in her voice that leaks through in the rough kiss she presses to your mouth is just as intoxicating as her words.

You don’t have time to mourn the loss of the blade at your chest when she moves it to press the two of you closer, to grip the sides of your neck to keep your lips on her mouth. To give her easier access to lick and bite into and against your open mouth, willing—needing—all she is giving to you.

When her hand slips up your dress, your thighs spread to give her access to where the both of you need her to be. To the cotton of your underwear and past the elastic band, to that ache that has you wet and warm and throbbing against her palm and fingers.

Her middle finger presses against your clit, your gasp concealed by her lips, your fingers digging into the side of her shirt.

“God, you’re so wet.” Her finger leaves your clit, the heel of her palm flush against it as she pushes a finger inside of you. “Is this all for me or for wanting him dead?” She teases and smirks when you can’t answer because you know you’ll do it too loudly.

When you both know the answer already.

If the two of you were alone, if you weren’t trying to be quiet—to stop the inevitable of your fiancé finding out or worse happening to him—you’d want Villanelle to keep talking. To coax you to your orgasm with her teases and remarks. To drop down to her knees and bury her face between your thighs until you were begging her for more, and then begging her to stop when she gave you too much.

But you’re not alone, and there’s only so many gasps and pants she can swallow down. Can lick out of your mouth with her tongue, thanks to her skillful fingers.

Thanks to the palm around your throat and the thumb pressing against your pulse point.

“One day I will kill him, and you will be mine.”

And as you come with her name breathed into her satisfied smirk, you believe her.

You want her to.

You know she will.

#villanelle x reader #villanelle x you #villanelle smut #killing eve fanfic #villanelle one shot #villanelle fic #villanelle fanfic #killing eve one shot #villanelle imagine #killing eve fanfiction #oksana astankova #oksana astankova x reader #villanelle x y/n #villanelle astankova #hauntedhoedown

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bizarrelittlemew · 2 months

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okay. i just watched the movie Snakeskin (2001). i bought a physical dvd in the year of our lord 2024 because Taika has 6.5 minutes of screentime in it. and now i'm sitting here trying to process wtf i just watched asjdhfdjsk so here are the highlights (thank you Meow @blakbonnet for going through this experience with me)

first of all, enjoy these screenshots from the trailer (i'm still not sure if they're mandatory disclaimers?):

...but say yes to snake imagery, because there will be a lot of it

we are definitely in 2001. this is extremely apparent throughout the whole movie. but especially from this girl's hair

Taika's character (Nelson) and his girlfriend (Daisy, pictured above) drive around in a repurposed ice cream truck and sell drugs btw. it's called Mr. Trippy.

main character Alice (Melanie Lynskey) is a huge fan of ✨America✨. her best friend is in love with her but she only wants Bad Boys. also said friend's name is Johnny but it's actually Craig

ALSO Craig-slash-Johnny is played by Dean O'Gorman (Fili)??!?!?!?

their hobby is to drive around picking up hitchhikers but only those who look not boring

enter The American. this guy is the most American you have ever seen. americans wish they could be as American as this guy. no one else has ever Americaned harder.

as you can see, i'm not lying. he even says "howdy ma'am" so we're convinced he is a real American

three skinheads are after The American because he stole their drugs (i think). he also stole drugs from Nelson and Daisy, who now owe money and/or drugs to their boss, who also has beef with The American for reasons i'm still not totally sure of

The American not only steals drugs and money, he also has a real gun(!!!) and fucks pretty much everyone?

"darlin'. u gotta earn the raaaiht. ter wear snakeskins 😎"

oh my god the sunglasses emoji just reminded me of the fucking sunglasses oh no i'm not sure i can do this akjsdhjsk this will make sense later i promise

do not learn gun safety from this movie

at one point, there is a whole lotta sheep. we are, after all, in Aotearoa New Zealand. and ok this had the cutest moment of Taika yelling "SHEEPY" out of a car

there's a scene where uhm. uhhh no not gonna describe this i think but. yeah fair warning this movie has some period-typical homophobia let's just say 💀 this is the live reaction:

MOVING ON

if you enjoy the 2000s aesthetic of "look how edgy we are doing drugs" *colorful-haired people on couches in dark club* *echo-y laugh* *hallucinations* *it's mushrooms look it's mushrooms we're doing psychedelics* then this is the movie for you my friend

oh and Alice also did acid at some point while being very "i've totally done drugs before" about it (((doubt)))

GIRL GET UP FROM THAT DIRTY BATHROOM FLOOR

[New Zealand accent] "wow. six and acid." yes she is living all her american dreams as you can see

by nighttime, all three cars (main characters, mr. trippy, and the nazimobile) and the motorcycle (mr. drug boss) have made it pretty far up the mountain, it seems. cute moment between mr. drug boss and nelson. look how :D he is!

but you know a movie with Taika in it needs to have a father figure talk down to him so he gets very 🥺 right after this

lots of shit goes down (i won't spoil too much if by any chance you still want to watch this) and it turns out that the older skinhead guy is the best actor in the movie??

and NOW things get weird

Craig and The American have so much beef by now that they decide to solve it by russian roulette

Alice's reaction to this is something like "ugh, you guys are crazy, i can't watch this 🙄"

like she just walks away?? GIRL THEY'RE AIMING A REAL GUN AT EACH OTHER

she keeps COMPLETELY UNDERREACTING TO WHAT IS HAPPENING like (spoilers from now on) CRAIG IS SHOT AND KILLED and she doesn't even run over and she doesn't even say anything to The American?? WHO SHOT HIM???? he's just standing there??

and then. AND THEN.

ok this is where i fully lost it for several minutes and missed half the following scene. i was fucking HOWLING like actually crying with laughter, i couldn't see or breathe and my partner got worried ksjdhfdjsk ok so here's what happens

they're in the car. craig is obviously very dead. alice is kinda in denial i guess. The American tells her to shut his eyes and she's like why? BECAUSE HE DEAD GIRL!! but she doesn't, she doesn't shut his eyes, no, this is what she does instead

I COULD BARELY MAKE THIS GIF BECAUSE I KEPT LAUGHING TO THE POINT OF TEARS

NOT THE SUNGLASSES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. THE UNTAPPED MEME POTENTIAL HERE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS

ANYWAY shortly after this we hear one of the funniest lines in the movie (and it's not even about the shooting and killing of Craig):

"fuck, Seth! this isn't fucking America, you can't just go around shooting everybody!"

oh yeah The American does have a name and it's Seth

i'll just post a few chat screenshots for the next part because i can't really describe it, i promise we're almost at the end

after some incredible visual effects™️, we end with Return of the Sunglasses (and me scaring my cats away because i was sobbing again)

i haven't even really talked about Taika's scenes much (the reason i watched this in the first place) because the ending took me OUT and honestly he is maybe the most normal person in this whole movie. one review (from the trailer) wrote this:

and yeah that may honestly be the best way to describe it. 10/10 movie watching experience, highly recommend. thank you for coming to my snek talk

#snakeskin (2001)#ida.stuff #🐭📓#anyway if you still wanna watch this movie hit me up lmao #i recommend drinking #but seriously i will go to bed now it's past midnight but i had to get this out #taika waititi

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Hi, you're getting Call of Duty orders right? I have two requests.

1- where (Y/N), Alejandro and Rodolfo are a trisal, where Alejandro and Rody are jealous of (Y/N) and Soap, as they are very close.

2-where (Y/N) speaks three different languages (Spanish, Portuguese and Russian) and loves to flirt with Alejandro, Rudy and Soap using her ability to speak other languages, like: "Hey, can I do an exchange at your place because I would love to learn your tongue". sorry, I know it was awful.

I apologize if I said something wrong, English is not my native language.

Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, John “Soap” MacTavish

Headcanons

I hope it’s alright I only did the second one, as it would be pretty confusing to do 2 requests at the same time ^^

Alejandro Vargas

- Alejandro seems like the type to also be as big of a flirt as you, he would also speak to you in Spanish though it doesn’t have as much as an effect since you also speak Spanish, but he sure does try.

- He finds it charming when you speak Portuguese and Russian to him, and he probably goes out of his way to look up ways to flirt in those two languages too so he can at least flirt back.

- It ends up with the two of you just flirting over the comms during missions, even in serious situations you two can be heard flirting in Spanish.

- Alejandro would chuckle when you make the comment about learning his tongue, grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger and lean in close, and purr something about how you don’t even have to ask before kissing you.

- Poor Rudy who has had to put up with the two of you for who knows how long, who can understand every word and hear the noises you to make in the other room, he is tired.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

- I think Rudy would find it sweet and interesting that you speak multiple languages, he would especially be happy you spoke Spanish since its his first language, and it means the two of you can talk much easier.

- When you start flirting with him in the other two languages he just chuckles and shakes his head and walks off even though he’s a little flustered.

- Hes not as much of a flirt as Alejandro but he’s got nothing against flirting back in Spanish if he has too, I don’t think Rudy is as innocent as people like to imagine him as so watch out.

- Its always the quiet ones they say.

- When you make the comment about learning his tongue, he would just chuckle a little, tell you “Maybe later” with a heated look in his eyes and walk off. Later you find yourself pulled into a storage closet or similar and end up learning more than just his tongue.

John “Soap” MacTavish

- Soap finds it both hot and sometimes confusing that you speak so many languages, he’s been learning Spanish ever since working with Alejandro and Rudy, but he’s not fluent.

- One of the first things he learned, besides military lingo, was how to flirt with you or talk dirty. Hes got a major accent when he speaks Spanish but it’s the thought that counts.

- I think Soap peaks Scottish Gaelic, so when you flirt with him in the two other languages, he just lays it on thick with Gaelic, getting in close to your ear to mutter all kinds of dirty things.

- When you ask about learning his tongue, he at first thinks your asking to learn Gaelic, but when he sees the flirty look in your eyes he grins and says something about how that can be arranged.

- Lets just say you learn some Gaelic and he learns more than a few words of Portuguese and Russian before the night is over.

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moonlight-presence · 2 years

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could you do pietro maximoff smut? i just don’t see him get enough love..maybe him being jealous because someone (could be anyone) be is being too touchy?

Better than her

(Pietro Maximoff X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Marvel- Pietro Maximoff

Relationship: Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Words: 3 041

Summary: Pietro gets jealous of a waitress who is being too fond of you, so he decides to prove he can please you better than she ever could.

Warnings: Dom Pietro Maximoff, Jealousy, Blowjob, Doggystyle, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Crying, Use of the word slut, Hair pulling, Dirty talk, Pietro has a big dick

Translation for the Russian word: cолнышко: little sun.

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You stare at Pietro, his burning eyes looking straight at you with hardness. You drink the last sip of the red wine both of you ordered, and shift your gaze to meet the waitress at your side.

She has curly brown hair, near to her scalp, and almond eyes. She tilts her head at you, a big smile on her plump lips, as she hands you the bill. Pietro watches her actions with amazing precision. You already know what´s happening inside of his head but you play along nonetheless.

"Did you enjoy your food, ma´am?", she asks, her voice dripping with shameless seduction. You grab the bill and hand it over to Pietro, your eyes never leaving the waitress´ face.

"It was really good, yeah.", you reply as Pietro takes out his credit card and gestures for the waitress to take it. The dark-shinned woman doesn't seem to notice so you signal towards your boyfriend for her to notice.

"You gonna take my payment or what?", he says with a thick Russian accent. You snap your head towards him and widen your eyes but Pietro doesn´t seem to care as the waitress grabs his credit card with an annoyed expression.

She waits for Pietro to pay and then takes out the receipt and hands it to you, that big smile back on her lips. You glance at Pietro who is already getting up and then look at the woman again.

"Thank you so much for everything.", you say with sweet words as you get up. She follows you with her eyes.

"You are quite welcome...", she whispers and then places her hand on your shoulder gently. You see Pietro tensing up, his whole body feeling like a brick as the waitress hands you a piece of paper, "I would love to have coffee with you sometime... Have a nice night."

She slips her phone number into your pocket and gives you one last smile before turning around and leaving. You part your lips at the bold action and look at Pietro.

Oh boy...

"Pietro, I-"

"Save it.", he cuts you off, his hands already grabbing your body gently. You sigh and wait for him to lift you quickly, the whole restaurant doesn't have time to notice this as he starts running towards your house.

You are used to his powers but it´s still very strange so see everything in slow motion as he sprints through the city. His grip on your thighs is a bit rough but you don´t say anything.

He takes a turn and, before you realize it, you are already home in your living room. He puts you down and walks towards the kitchen in complete silence. He usually isn't this quiet and you already know that he is aching to say something.

You follow him as Pietro takes one bottle of beer from the fridge and opens it with ease. His silver hair is slightly messy from the run so he fixes it with his hand, his eyes facing the counter.

"Are we gonna talk about this or?", you ask as he takes a sip from the alcoholic drink. You are now standing next to him but he isn't looking at you like he usually does.

"There´s nothing to talk about, Y/N.", he simply states with another sip. You groan in frustration and move closer to him.

"Bullshit. Pietro, look at me...", you ask and he, surprisingly, does. You can see jealousy behind his eyes and you can´t help but feel a little bit bad about leading on the waitress... But you did love it when he was jealous.

"Are you mad at me?", you ask and he chuckles slightly but there´s no amusement behind his action.

"I don´t know, should I be?". You know he is playing games with you... Fuck.

"Oh my God, are you gonna give me a straight answer or what?!", your voice comes out a bit rougher and Pietro puts down the bottle.

"Perhaps that waitress will give you all the answers you want, uh? Why don´t you fucking dial her number and go meet her for coffee?", he asks with sarcasm. You feel your face heat up with both anger and shame.

You take out the piece of paper with her phone number from your pocket, and then rip it to pieces in front of him. He watches this but doesn´t say anything.

"I don´t give a fuck about her, alright? I am not dating her, I am dating you.", you state as you throw the pieces of paper to the floor.

"Really? Is that why you were giving her "fuck me" eyes back at the restaurant, cолнышко?", the sudden Russian nickname sends shivers down your spine but you shake them off.

"I wasn´t giving her any "fuck me" eyes, Pietro! She means nothing to me. She is nothing to me!", you scream with annoyance.

"I don´t believe you. I saw the way she was looking at you... The way she fucking touched your shoulder.", his hands move to the place where you had been touched by the woman. His hands were warm against your bare skin.

"Pietro-"

"I bet she could fuck you real good, uh? I bet she could make you scream her name, right?", he begins saying with anger, his hands moving down his body.

"N-No... That´s not true, baby.", you say with a whisper. You feel him pull you towards him, your chest hitting his with harshness.

"No? Prove it. Show me how much you want me.", you look into his eyes and feel his grip on your lower back. His body's heat is burning against yours making the whole situation ten times more intense.

You can feel his cock hardening against your belly, the bulge on his jeans getting bigger as he waits for you to do something.

You give him a small smirk and, without breaking eye contact, get down on your knees. You take your time taking off his belt, your fingers working their magic as Pietro looks at you with hunger.

You pull his jeans down, his boxers now exposed in front of your face. You finally break eye contact and look at the outline of his hard cock. The shaft is pointing towards his belly button and the tip is creating a small stain on the black boxers.

You press your palm against his shaft and he exhales through his mouth and curses in Russian. You smirk at the action and grab the hem of his shirt, your fingers slowly lifting the material to expose his silvery happy trail leading to his cock.

"Somebody's excited...", you whisper and gently squeeze his cock. Pietro let's out a dangerous chuckle and then you feel his hand grip your hair.

"You are not in control tonight, baby.", he warns and then tugs your hair a bit making you hiss. You curse at the pain and let out a small moan before nodding.

You decide to finally pull down his boxers, his cock now freed and leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips at the sight and grab the shaft, your hand hardly managing to hold all of him. You have always been amazed by how big Pietro is...

"What are you waiting for? Start sucking.", he says and then shoves your mouth against his member. You open your lips and take all of him inside, well, most of him.

You feel him moan deeply and gently buck his hips into your mouth. You try your best not to gag but it's getting difficult. You hold his hips for support as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat roughly.

"Thought you wanted to suck me off... Guess you would rather suck that waitress off, uh?", he says, and you breathe through your nose and hollow your cheeks.

Pietro curses again and pulls your hair making your head move away from his cock. You gasp for air and try to ignore the saliva that's dripping down your lips.

"Such a slut...Fuck.", he says and then pushes your head towards his cock again.

This time you are more prepared so you manage to control the whole situation much better. You start swirling your tongue around his shaft, especially the vein surrounding it, and Pietro let's out a louder moan and bucks his hips.

He grips your hair with more force and starts thrusting your head against his cock as if you were just a hole to him. You could feel your jaw aching, tears slightly covering your vision but you were determined. You wanted to please him.

You inhale through your nose and hollow your cheeks deeper, the extra suction making Pietro bite his lip. You look up at him and almost whimper at the sight- his pale cheeks are pink and his lips are flushed as he watches you with hunger.

You want to make him cum, you want to watch that pretty face twist in wave after wave of pleasure. Fuck, you really did love when he got all jealous and possessive of you.

"I bet you are loving this... You flirt with that girl and then suck me off, all in the same night. Fucking unbelievable...", he teases you with still a bit of anger. You manage a small nod and he starts thrusting faster inside of you.

You know he won't use his super speed simply because you would die if he did...However, his pace is as quick as it can get, which is quicker than most humans manage.

You can feel his muscles contracting to signal he is gonna cum. You can't breathe properly anymore, your throat is sore and your panties are getting soaked.

You start taking him deeper and then you put one hand around his balls. Pietro moans your name like prayer as you squeeze them while you lick his pulsing cock.

Suddenly the grip on your hair gets insanely tight and then you feel him stilling. You look at him and watch as he throws his head back and bucks his hips as strings of cum shoot down your throat.

You nearly choke but manage to swallow most of it as he rides away his orgasm. His thrusts start getting sloppier and soon he is pulling you away from him.

"Look at me.", he orders and you do, "Open."

You open your mouth and show him a small bit of cum you still haven't swallowed. Pietro puts his finger on your lips and slightly rubs them.

"Swallow.", and you do, gladly.

He licks his lips and then grabs your neck before pulling you up. You meet his lips and kiss him harshly, your tongues mixing. Pietro cups your clothed ass and gives it a harsh squeeze.

"Take off your clothes and put your hands on the bed, ass up.", he murmurs against your mouth. You break the kiss and nod before quickly going to do what he asked.

As soon as you are fully naked, you put your hands on the mattress and part your legs, your dripping core and ass facing the bedroom wall.

You hear Pietro walk towards you, he is no longer wearing any shoes so you guess he must have gotten naked as well.

You wait in anticipation as he puts his hands on your ass. His fingers are quite calloused but you don't mind.

"Are you this wet because of me or because of her?", he asks with a dangerous voice. You look behind you and arch your ass.

"I don't know...", you lie just to stir him up. You smirk teasingly at him but Pietro simply gives you a death stare and then a deep dark chuckle.

"You wanna play this game? Okay, let's play.", he whispers before parting your legs wider, making your muscles ache, and then rubbing the tip of his already hardening cock against your entrance.

The best thing about having sex with a superhero was that he had more stamina than a regular human. He could get hard much quicker and could fuck you for how long you wanted him to.

Pietro interrupts your thoughts with a thrust of his hips. Your mouth falls open as his cock buries itself inside of your walls. You put your face against the bed and moan his name as Pietro starts fucking you.

You gasp at the sudden action and grip the sheets as your boyfriend picks up the pace. His cock is nearly hitting your stomach, your clitoris being stimulated by the roughness as he hits your g-spot with amazing precision.

He knows exactly how to please you and that can be dangerous. Well, not really dangerous, more like exciting.

"Oh fuck... Fuck, fuck.", you moan as he grabs your hips and starts matching your body to his thrusts.

"You like that?", he asks as his balls smack against your folds.

"Yeah...Feels so good.", you moan as your heart nearly explodes inside of your chest. Sweat is starting to drip down your back, your arms aching a bit because of the awkward position.

"You think she could make you feel this way? You think that girl could make you this fucking wet?", he growls and you shake your head, your eyes leaking a bit and your lips parted with pleasure.

"Answer me!", he shouts with another harsh thrust. You whimper and try to breathe in.

"N-no... You are the only one who does this to me. Baby, you feel so good.", you tell him making Pietro groan and curse under his breath.

You feel him grab your right thigh and lift it slightly. Your chest rises from the mattress, your hands nearly lifting too as he puts your foot on the bed. Your other leg is still on the floor.

You moan at the new angle making Pietro thrust deeper. You feel the bed sink as he puts one leg on the bed, his body now sideways as he guides you into the new position. This new shift makes his cock go deeper into you, and you cry out as you feel that sweet high of pleasure almost exploding inside of you.

"Fucking take it. Take all of my cock like a good girl.", he teases and the nickname almost makes you cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I wanna cum. Oh my God... Your cock feels so good inside of me, baby.", you moan breathlessly.

"Yeah? You gonna cum?", he asks and you nod rapidly. He digs his fingers into your waist and you cry out at the pain.

"Cum for me, slut.", he says and you shut your eyes and let yourself be taken by pleasure.

Your whole body starts shaking, your legs almost giving in as waves of pleasure rush through you. Your mind feels foggy and you moan loudly his name over and over again, his cock guiding you through your orgasm.

You let your arms fall down and then your chest hits the bed. Pietro stops thrusting as you come down from your high. You feel so fucking good but exhausted too.

"Was that good?"

"Y-yeah...", you whisper, and then Pietro rubs your sweaty back and starts thrusting again making you widen your eyes.

"Then cum for me again.", he says as he picks up the pace. You feel tears drip down your cheeks as your abused clit occasionally throbs with immense pleasure.

It feels really intense, way too intense, like your body is trying to build up any sort of energy to cum again. You aren't sure if you can but you don't want to disappoint Pietro... Especially because his hard cock is already pulsing inside of you.

"She could never make you cum like I do... You are mine. I am the only one who gets to see you like this. You hear me?!", he asks with deep moans.

"Y-yes... Yours... Pietro...", you say with small whimpers. He starts thrusting harder and harder, his chest heaving with every movement.

"Cum for me. Come on, cum all over this cock. Fucking do it.", he encourages and you shut your eyes and feel a new strange wave inside of you.

You part your lips and start moaning loudly, maybe too loud but you don't care. Your walls start convulsing, your whole body numb with the new sensation as you feel a new rush of pleasure run through you.

You can't hear anything or see anything. Pietro stills inside of you and then his cum fills you adding an extra feeling to the experience. Your legs give out and he grabs your body up making you stay in position.

It feels like ages before he stops thrusting, his softening cock slipping out of you. He lets your body fall on the bed and you whimper and feel something drip down your thighs. Did you... No way...

"Fuck... You squirted all over me, baby...", Pietro whispers as he lays down next to you.

You roll over onto your back and look at him with tired eyes. You can't believe you actually squirted... All because of him and his jealousy.

"Fuck...That felt so fucking good.", you whisper and Pietro chuckles and kisses your sweaty forehead.

"Don't ever try to make me jealous again, you hear me?", he says with an amused voice. You chuckle and look at his eyes.

"It's quite funny, though...", you tease making him roll his eyes playfully.

You bury your head against his chest and close your eyes, your body too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

This night is one to remember...

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I have a bunch of quotes from my old coworkers at my last job so I made incorrect quotes from the bsd characters. If this one is liked I can make another with quotes from my family I also have

Ranpo: “Jesus Christ it’s Pretzel Borne.”

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Kenji: *accidentally kicks the water fountain*

Atsushi: *holds out hand* “Stop it.”

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Kunikida: “Don’t worry, we made it, Dazai’s gone.”

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Dazai: “Olaf doesn’t turn me on, but Sven does.”

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Akutagawa: *in the distance and very unenthusiastically* “Run Forest run.”

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Nikolai: *in a bad Russian accent* “OH MY GOATS! FYODOR, BRING IN THE AR15!″

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Atsushi: *playing with a cup of straws*

Kyouka: *takes the cup away to put more straws in it*

Atsushi: *trying to grab the cup* “Why?!”

Kyouka: *hands the cup back*

Atsushi: *knocks cup over and throws straws everywhere* “Am cat.” *runs away*

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(All over a radio)

Fukuzawa: *talking loudly*

Ranpo: *cringes really hard*

Fukuzawa: “Mind your business Ranpo.”

Ranpo: “You’re making my ears bleed, Fukuzawa.”

Fukuzawa: *quieter* “Oh, really?”

Ranpo: “Yeah, it’s fine though.”

Fukuzawa: *whispering* “Oh you sweet child, I am so sorry.”

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Ranpo, Kenji and Dazai: *chanting cheese*

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Teruko: “Jouno was in a good mood today.”

Tachihara: “Oh? Something must’ve happened, did Tecchou die?”

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Dazai and Ranpo: *aggressively singing Africa*

Atsushi: *starts playing Africa on his phone*

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Chuuya: “Hi, would you mind signing your rights away real quick?”

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Tecchou: *whispering* “Jouno”

Jouno: *screaming from the other side of the building* “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT NOW TECCHOU?”

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Ranpo: “DAD NO!” *oven starts screaming*

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Kunikida: “The world is gonna end in 3 months, but you don’t care! You don’t care about inflation!”

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Yosano to Dazai: “If you fall on the box cutter and bleed out and die then can we use you as a promotion for Suicide Squad?”

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Dazai: “What’s the best way to traumatize a child? Shave their head!”

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Kunikda: *puts an American flag pin he found on the floor on his shirt and immediately takes it off* “Actually in hindsight I don’t want someone to think I’m a crazy republican... I’ll give it to Dazai.”

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Chuuya: “Have fun.”

Akutagawa: “I won’t but thank you though.”

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Kyouka: “Do you want to see my PowerPoint on Halloween costumes?”

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Nikolai: *in a bad Italian accent* “It’s a me a Mario you dirty ass bitch!”

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Akutagawa: “Are you having fun?”

Gin: “No... are you?”

Akutagawa: “No.”

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Dazai: “I do need serious help, but not for this.”

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Ranpo: “My mouth is like a popper.” *starts making pop cat sounds*

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Atsushi: “Kyouka! You’re fucking crazy!”

Kyouka: *holding an extremely hot piece of metal with her bare hands* “I’m sorry?”

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Ranpo: *sitting on the floor in a massive pile of popcorn* “So... uh... Santa’s sack broke?”

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Yosano: *finding out she has covid at 11:59 on New Year’s Eve* “WELL HAPPY NEW YEAR I GUESS!”

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Ranpo: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?”

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Kenji: “Let’s play Pictionary!”

Dazai: “Oh no.”

Kenji: “AND NO IT IS NOT A PENIS!”

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Chuuya: *high out of his mind* “I am not high, I am medicated.”

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Fukuzawa: “I AM THE PRESIDENT!”

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Akutagawa: “Why do you need a little hole?”

Chuuya: “Just in case, you know?”

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Dazai: *stamps Kunikida with a void stamp* “You didn’t get a D!”

Kunikida: *grabbing his pants* “Then what’s this?”

Dazai: “Not a D.”

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Tecchou: “Cooled pillow water would be a great invention.”

Jouno: “I am terrified by what cooled pillow water could be.”

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Chuuya: “What kind of boss do you think I am? A good one??”

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Gin: “Behead him!”

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Chuuya: “What did you say to me?”

Akutagawa: “Gin said you’re the coolest guy she’s ever met.”

Gin: “No no, get your facts straight. I said, YO CHUUYA THE COOLEST MOTHERFUCKER I’VE EVER MET!”

Chuuya: “Now that’s more accurate.”

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Tecchou: *still talking about what cooled pillow water would be*

Jouno: “You are not going to convince me that you didn’t piss on your pillow and are trying to make up for it.”

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Fukuzawa: “Do I ask why you chose to play a female gnome and not a male?”

Ranpo: “We needed a minority.”

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Ranpo: *extremely offended* “Do you not like pepper on your salt?”

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Dazai: “Chuuya is a World War II!”

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Kenji: “As an empath I sense you’re having love troubles.”

Dazai: “Nah man that’s just the depression.”

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Chuuya and Dazai: *Thursday, August 25th 2022, 2:30pm-9:00pm... Incident: The “Fuck You” Day*

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Dazai: “You know what?... Unfucks your mom!”

Akutagawa: “My mom?”

Dazai: “Yes.”

Akutagawa: “Ok.”

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Chuuya: “I just fucking wanna get these balls in... DON’T take that out of context!”

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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my beloved natasha

you meet a gorgeous green-eyed woman in the same alley where you no longer see a man who was your “friend”, only to know about the dark secrets from the woman herself.

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI dark!natasha, oral sex, fingerfucking, dirty talk, mommy kink, mentions of violence, stalker-ish, just unhinged natasha.

notes : ENJOY I GUESS?? but seriously i am deprived from writing, but i’m having inspirations now which is good

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You always walk on the same road every night from work. The city lights gleam on your face as the acrid smell of gas pollution curls up in your throat madly, yet there is some comfort in it. You love the city, you love the people around you, mostly because they bring you comfort and safety – that’s why you live in a crowded area, to feel safe.

Well, whatever that means now, especially when you no longer see the familiar face in the alley whenever you walk back home.

Technically, you made acquaintance with this man. He had a very kind face, beautiful silk brunette hair, and long veiny hands. They were always placed on your biceps and tell you how much you mean to him, and you’d reply the same way because it’s true, that man has done nothing but be the nicest person to ever exist. Except that, he’s gone. Out of nowhere, out of sight. Now, this leaves you curious. What happened to him? Did he just disappear? Perhaps he has, and never told me about it. He’s been “gone” for almost two weeks and you couldn’t stop this feeling in the pit of your stomach; is he hurt? What happened to him?

Everything was such a mystery, you felt distraught.

Then something abruptly came out. (dum dum DUUUUM!) A woman appears, a mysterious tall looking woman walks towards you, and makes your stomach feel all types of things. Like churning or the idea of going to the bathroom, that kind of feeling. You swallowed thickly and made a surprising smile, but she made the first move.

“Hi,” she greeted. “I was wondering where the pub is. You see, I’m quite new in this city, and I’m not sure where I’m going.” oh, she seems nice. Doesn’t feel alarming at all. You decide to reply and tell her the direction, and she pats you on the shoulder like the man always does. “Thank you for that, lady. What’s your WhatsApp number? Maybe we could talk or something since you’re the only person who seems nice to me.”

WhatsApp? Why does she want my number? You think crudel about it y, as you intend not to. Yet, when you look at her in the eyes, it seems like this woman was the next man that you always see in the alley. Except maybe her eyes are greener than his, more physique, and not-so-tall – which you didn’t mind, you never really cared about the height difference.

“It’s 999-9999-99088.”

She chuckles, pushing the back of her hair that looked red, you could see a bit of blonde on the edge of her silk hair. “I didn’t understand that, could you repeat that for me, hon?”

Hon… doesn’t feel alarming at all. Hmm, not really.

“Let me type it down for you,” are you seriously giving your number to a stranger? What happened to “Stranger Danger”? “What area are you from?”

“Manhattan,” she responded in a thick accent, yet you could hear from her voice that it was sort of Americanized. “Would you like to go to the pub with me? I don’t know, grab a couple of drinks or something?”

I guess I could just forget about him, you thought solemnly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, she seems nice. Too nice.

“I mean,” you hesitated for a moment, but those wandering eyes won’t let you stop staring or even think about leaving her. God, she looked so kind and very approachable. How could you not? You shrugged, smiling with your teeth pearling in front of her. “If you treat me then, why not?”

“I most definitely will, sweetheart.”

A few drinks – as if a few – later, “Natasha” is walking down the alley with you, sharing her life in Russia that seems to grow your interest. So, she’s gorgeous and Russian? This made my day even better, you thought to yourself. As both of you were nearing your area, you halt her to stop with your hand on her coat.

“Are you coming along with me?” you asked.

“I want to bring you home,” she responded, licking her lips. “Can’t I bring a friend home?”

“Well you can,” you shrugged. “It’s just–my house is a mess, I wouldn’t offer you to come inside.”

“I don’t mind the mess, I just want to be around you right now.” yeah, but I could be your mess.

Definitely not alarming, you thought. And if you admit it right now, you do enjoy her sly comments and her green hooded eyes. It’s quite bold, actually. And you like bold. Your parents are certainly wrong for thinking of you as a conservative child. You walk her to your apartment and unlock your door, pulling her collar inside the house as you kiss her hard on the lips, which both of you melted from. She holds your neck and moans into your mouth, her other hand on your lower waist. This feels so… incredible. Igniting, even. Fuck.

“My god you taste good,” she whispers, licking the corner of your mouth. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

You pulled away, cracking up a laugh as you scrunched your eyebrows together. “Huh?”

She only smiles – this time you don’t know whether this is innocent – and pushes you against the wall, her wet plump lips on your chin, as she tucks the strand of your hair behind your ear. She smirks at you, and growls into your ear, saying: “I’ve longed for this moment. Ever since the day I’ve met you.”

“Wha–”

“Shh,” she interrupts you with a wet kiss, making you pull away when she bites on your lower lip. “Oh, come on baby. Don’t do that now, I have photographs of you with that man and I just… couldn’t help but slice his throat.”

Now, what?!

“Wait,” you have your hands on her lower stomach, trying to push her away, but god she was strong. Probably stronger than you. “H-Hold on, what are you talking about?”

“I killed that man for you, little girl. He was taking you away from me,” she coos, shaking her head with a tsk sound from her mouth. You shut your eyes when you felt the hilt of her knee pressing against your covered core, trying not to get aroused at the moment. “I love you, I love you so much! I did everything for you, can’t you just give in to me now? After everything?”

“You killed an innocent man!”

“He was trying to bring you home!” she shouts, holding your biceps down as you feel smaller and smaller from the way she yells at you, especially with that deep tone of hers. This felt like a dream, a very bad dream where you don’t wake up and instead die from your sleep. You hate it, you loathe thinking of it. You turn your face away when she tries to kiss you, which makes her angrier. “Don’t pull away from me baby, please don’t be like this… let me touch you. Let me kiss you.”

“Get off of me!” you pleaded, pushing her with all your might, but you were pinned on the cold brick wall as you whimpered from the pain. She was gripping you tightly, kissing down your neck to soothe you down, but nothing was working. “P-Please, don’t hurt me…”

Natasha pulls away with a crude smile and cups your cheek, her thumb rubbing your skin up and down, which is a little comforting. She leans down to your face and whispers with that fucking smile of hers, “I could never hurt my precious girl, you’re mine. You’re all mine.”

“Please,” you begged with a whine, pushing her face away when she’s suddenly going down on you, kissing each part of your clothing. “...Leave! I need you to go, now–”

“Shut up you slut,” she demands with a hissing whisper, pinching your naked inner thigh while her mouth is on your pelvis, smelling your cunt that is still covered by your panties. “Can’t believe I have such a little whore like you, my good little girl. Gonna fuck you so good… maybe even bite you.”

The idea was rather arousing yet trembling, though you never bat another word. You nodded and let her continue to spread your legs. She removes your skirt along with your silk white panties down, revealing your shaved cunt – which she smiles like the wicked woman she is.

“My god,” she whispers, her smile never fading away. “This pussy is so fuckin’ beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. Gonna ruin it now…”

She plunges two fingers inside of your wet slit, immediately creating this irritating feeling in your walls, as you cried for help. But she lifts herself up again and covers your mouth with her bare hand, shushing you with a worried look. “Baby, it’s okay… you’re gonna be okay. Mommy wants to play with you for a bit, it’s going to be alright.”

You believed her, maybe you tried at least. You wanted to push and block this feeling away, this immense pleasure that circulates your entire blood, but you couldn’t. You wanted more, you needed more. She knew that, her smile gave it away. “That’s it,” she coos kissing your cheek with tenderness. “That’s my good little kotenok, my good girl. Take all of my fingers.”

She slams her fingers inside of you with a grunt, her head burying into your neck as she lets out a quiet moan – her fingers curling inside of you to hit that spot of yours. You writhe in her body, you cry for mercy, and you cry for pleasure. It hits you slowly, you were attracted to this feeling, mostly her, and you are ashamed of it. But the way the heel of her palm hits your clit gives you a sign of climax; you wanted to come for her.

“You’re gonna cum for me?” she asks with a higher pitch in her voice, licking the skin of your neck as if she’s going to mark you. Mark me, mark me, taste me! “Oh princess, you make Mommy absolutely crazy. Come on, cum on my fingers. That’s it… Argh, you’re so beautiful, gonna keep you…”

You imagine her keeping you in a den. Or maybe in a dim-light room where no one else is surrounded but her and her gorgeous smile, an evil smile that takes you away completely. You rock against her hand, finding that sparking orgasm as you cling to her, biting your lower lip to hold your screams. But she taunts, “Let me hear your scream baby, let Mommy hear you.”

“Mommy!” you shake your head while humping her hand. “I’m–please Mommy, fuck me harder… I’m so close!”

“My precious obedient girl,” she growled into your ear, pushing you further against the wall while speeding her thrusts, creating a wet squelching sound that gives pleasure to her ears and her core. “You’re going to be a good girl and cum for me. And once you cum, you’re going to come home with me and I’ll tie you all up and fuck you with my cock, yeah? You like that?”

You nodded. “Please, I want it all!”

“I bet you do sweet girl,” she grunts, pressing her forehead against yours while curling her fingers inside of you at a rapid pace. “Yeah fuckin’ hell, look at you coating my fingers with your juices, take it all… Take all of it.”

Both of you let out a throaty moan as you came hard on her fingers. She feels you clenching on them, and she couldn’t help herself but hump you back for friction. You realize what kind of a whore you are letting some stranger fuck you, and you would certainly like the idea the most if you are going to be her personal whore. You sobbed out loud as you felt your legs trembling from the overtaking orgasm you had let out.

“I’m gonna take you home,” she sighs, still thrusting inside of you but at a slower pace. “I’m gonna fuck you all night… you’re going to be my dirty slut.”

pleasesend me ideas for my kinktober for nat if you’re interested!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #dark natasha #black widow x reader #black widow x you #a's oneshots!

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xoxoavenger · 1 year

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Beats Me

pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Steve is good at getting beat up, which means Y/N has to be good at taking in (soulmate!AU where when a person’s soulmate gets hurt, they feel it as well)

word count: 6555

warnings: cannon typical violence

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"They haven't died, Robin." Y/N sighed out, finishing off her chips. The girls sat on top of the counter as they talked about soulmates, while Steve served ice cream to a group of kids. He had given them a dirty look when they told him they were both on break, making him work all by himself.

"I don't think I've ever gotten even a bruise from someone who wasn't me! Just a small cut when I was, like, seven." Robin was upset, jealous of the bruise Y/N had on the back of her thigh.

"Don't you think you would have felt it if they died?" Y/N asked, pressing on the bruise to see how tender it was. When she winced in pain, Robin blinked at her dumbly.

"I think there has to be something wrong!" Robin cried out, making everyone look at her.

"You should honestly be grateful." Y/N muttered, slipping off the counter as Steve took his hat off. She watched Robin do the same, and then the three of them were standing in the crowded space. The last kid paid, making them free.

"I'm going on break to piss, as long as you dumbasses can handle it." He smirked, and Y/N rolled her eyes, trying not to smile because her soulmate was out there and she was sure it wasn't Steve.

"Don't fall in." Y/N snarked back, watching as he turned and walked backward.

"I'm not even sitting." He put his hands up, and Y/N held back a laugh as he hit the side of the wall. He laughed, showing it didn't really hurt, before he was gone.

"Remind me how I should be grateful?" Robin grumbled, looking at Y/N. She rolled her eyes, leaning back against the back counter since there were no costumers currently.

"Because my soulmate must absolutely hate me." Y/N touched her hand to the side of her head, where almost a year ago she had collapsed in pain as her temple began bleeding. She had only a moment after that before she was rendered unconscious at the party she was at, waking up with so many bruises she was sure her soulmate had gone to the Hospital.

"Just because they get into fights?" Robin knew little about what actually happened, but she knew enough from what Y/N had talked about.

"Robin," She shook her head, thinking about the year before the party incident when she had thought the pain that had rendered her eye useless for hours would have been the worst of it. Every year, however, she was sorely mistaken. "I'm not saying it's the best thing for your soulmate to never give you marks. But I'd much rather have that then the hand I was dealt." Y/N put a hand on her temple, a phantom pain shooting through her skull.

"Have you ever tried to go find someone with matching bruises?" Robin asked, but suddenly a gaggle of kids came running in, and she was pulled away to actually work. Y/N let out a breath of relief.

She would never admit that the reason she didn't go find someone with matching wounds was because she was afraid. If her soulmate was getting this beat up, what kind of person were they? She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Go!" Y/N shouted, holding the door with Steve and Robin. She watched as Dustin and Erica hesitated before running in the opposite direction, and she took a deep breath as she was pushed away from the door. At least the kids were safe. The Russian who stared at them made Y/N's blood run cold, and she said a silent apology to whoever her soulmate was before she was pulled off the ground and put into handcuffs.

"Where are you taking them?" Steve asked as he was steered into a room while Y/N and Robin were pushed forward.

"No! Please, I promise we're not spies!" Robin pleaded, groaning as the two were thrown into a different room.

"You lucky we do not hit woman." A man with a thick mustache and an even thicker accent said, face showing disgust.

"What?" Y/N got out, but immediately she felt pain sear in her cheek. She gasped, hands moving against the cuffs she forgot about as she tried to touch her cheek.

This could not be happening now.

"What was that?" Robin muttered as the Russian turned his back, facing the door. He clearly didn't think Y/N or Robin were much of a threat.

"My soulmate just got hit." She muttered. She turned to Robin before a strong pain blossomed in her cheek. "Ow, fuck," She cried, feeling the blood starting to fall down her cheek. Whoever had punched them broke skin.

"Oh my God," Robin tried to scoot closer, and Y/N let out a loud groan when another hit fell in the same place.

"What's going on," Y/N gasped as the air seemed to leave her with pain in her middle. Tears formed in her eyes, pain clouding everything now. She screamed as another hit landed, catching the attention of the guard. These hits felt different than the other ones she had endured in past years somehow. The guard just stared for a moment, not sure what to do.

"I never told you this because I wanted to tell Steve first but I didn't know how," Robin started rambling, and Y/N cried out once more as her nose tingled, blood beginning to run down it. The guard ran out, realizing the two of them couldn't - wouldn't - leave. "But Steve was beat up at the same time as you said your soulmate was - or, around the same time. He got in a fight with Jonathan Byers and then with Billy Hargrove - that was the time you were knocked out." Y/N felt another kick to her stomach, and she almost threw up as she doubled over, trying to listen to Robin.

"But Steve, he - we would have noticed," Her heart raced, because if that was true Steve was being tortured right now. He was being tortured and he was alone.

"When you showed up the day Steve was gone, with that mark around your forearm, Steve had the same one." Robin was word vomiting, tears running down her face because her best friends were in so much pain and there was nothing she could do. "He didn't know who you were before we got the job. He didn't notice the small marks, and you never went out during the big ones." Y/N looked at Robin, fear in her eyes as blood was running all over her face. It was coming down her nose and out of her mouth and from a cut coming from her temple and the broken skin around her eye.

"You can't tell him." She begged, arms still struggling with her handcuffs. "Please, Robin, promise me!" She knew Robin wouldn't, that she had known before Steve or Y/N had, but in that moment the three of them were out of their minds anyway.

"I won't, but Y/N," Robin stopped as she watched Y/N's eyes go wide before rolling to the back of her head. She fell to the ground, unconscious, and Robin let out a screech because that meant Steve was all alone and unconscious with the Russians in a different room.

"Help, please!" Robin knew it was futile, but she held a gasp and tried to stop her tears when three men showed up. She screamed out as one of them grabbed her, the other two picking Y/N up by her arms and dragging her along. "Get your hands off me!" She screamed before being thrown into the room, head bouncing painfully on the concrete. She looked over to see an unconscious Steve. Him and Y/N were laying side by side, matching blood marks decorating their faces.

"What did you do to him?" She cried, trying (and failing) to stay calm. She was alone in this. Anything they did to Steve, Y/N would feel, and vice versa. "What did you do!" She was backhanded, falling to the ground once more as she whimpered in pain, tears coming to her eyes.

They ignored her, manhandling her into a chair and tying her to it. "Don't touch me!" She screamed, watching as her friends were put into chairs behind her, their heads falling with gravity. She tried to turn and look at Steve and Y/N, but she couldn't see very much. "Steve? Steve, wake up! What did you do?" She was struggling against the ropes, the dead weight on the other side making her sick.

She turned enough to see the lead Russian pulling Y/N's face up by the hair, the girl not even whimpering since she was knocked out.

"Don't touch her." Robin threatened, even though she knew there was nothing she could do. "Steve, Y/N, can you hear me?" She was still wiggling about, voice shaking.

"I think your friends need a doctor." The guard stopped in front of Robin. "Good thing, we have the very best." The Russians began laughing, and Robin felt her face heat and heart racing.

Robin spit in the Russian's face, and the laughing stopped. She kept her chin up, even through the wobble.

"You're going to regret that." The Russian wiped his face and then walked out, the others following.

"Steve? Y/N? Please, please wake up now." Robin was on the verge of a panic attack, her brain going too fast as her stomach rolled.

"Help!" Robin was repeating the word, yelling it out as if it were the only thing she knew how to say. When Steve came to, his head was pounding and he was sure everything that was supposed to be in his skull had shifted.

"Hey, would you stop yelling?" He slurred, head still bowed.

"Steve! Oh my God!" Her first thought was that she had to tell him about Y/N. She had to tell him that she knew who his soulmate was.

But she promised Y/N she wouldn't.

"Steve, are-are you okay?" She was getting an assessment on both of their injuries, knowing they'd be the same.

"My ears are ringing and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull." He muttered, jaw aching just at breathing. He turned to Y/N, who was still slumped over next to him. "What-why is she asleep?" He was afraid of the answer, knowing what he had been through.

"She - uh - she was tortured. They, um, they hit her." Robin wasn't sure what else to say, but she heard Steve let out a whimper and she closed her eyes, glad he couldn't see her face.

"What?" Steve winced as he yelled out, but he couldn't help it.

"Holy hell," Y/N muttered, and Robin let out a breath of relief. Both of them were awake. They could do this.

"Oh, thank God," She let a tear of relief fall before she turned, hoping will all her might this plan would work.

"Ah," Y/N whimpered as she began to feel the extent of her injuries - Steve's injuries. She had no clue how he was able to just sit there, because she felt like her bones were going to pop out of her skin.

"Okay, do you guys see that table over there?" Robin looked to her left at the table she had been eying, the one with the scissors.

"Other way." Y/N corrected when Steve looked straight at her.

"Oh," He said softly, mouth opened weirdly because it was the most comfortable position. She hoped he wouldn't be able to notice that their faces were the same, that the reason she looked like this - felt like this - was because of him.

"Do you see those scissors?" Robin asked. Y/N couldn't really see them, but she trusted they were there.

"Yeah," Steve confirmed, slow to process things. He had run out of adrenaline and was ready to crash.

"Yeah, well, I think that if we all move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into Steve's lap and he can cut us out." Robin sounded so hopeful, and Y/N sighed as Steve nodded.

"Yeah, we can do that. Those morons. They left scissors in here?" Steve asked with a slight chuckle, Robin making a joyful sound.

"They left scissors in here because they tied us off balance." Y/N muttered, leaning her head back. She longed to be knocked back out, longed to just be able to forget about the pain.

"No, we can do it!" Steve insisted, but Y/N just shook her head, tears falling from her eyes.

"We can't." Her voice cracked embarrassingly, but she didn't have the thought to do anything but try and breathe.

"She's right." Robin muttered, taking a deep breath. "If we try to jump at the same time, and one of us happens to miss it, we all fall on Y/N." She had known all along that this wouldn't work, but she had wanted it to so badly. She looked back at the scissors.

They were almost there.

"I cannot believe," Robin started, almost smiling. She was going insane, she knew it. "I am going to die in a Russian base with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington." She let out a chuckle, and Y/N smiled slightly, because what else could they do.

"We're not gonna die. We're gonna get out of here, okay?" Steve's voice was low and gravely, a sign he was holding back tears. Y/N thought briefly that she should tell him that they were soulmates, wondered if he'd believe her, if the marks on her face were evidence enough.

The guilt she knew he would feel is what kept her from doing it. If they were going to die, why would she make him spend his last moments guilty just to tell him she was his soulmate? It's not like it mattered anyway.

"Just - you gotta let me just think for a second." His mind was racing, because he needed a way to get himself, Y/N and Robin all out, and then somehow find Henderson and Erica. "There has to be a way."

"Oh? We're gonna get out of here?" Y/N asked sarcastically, knowing it wasn't helping. "Do you see a large exit sign?" Yelling made her ribs tighten and hurt.

"Let me think!" He yelled back, feeling sick.

"About what?" She matched his volume, but then gagged as it made her pain increase. "What do you need to think about, Steve? We're going to die in this hell hole!" She felt the tears running down her face - she was afraid to die.

"No, no, don't cry." He tried to comfort, but it was no use. There was nothing he could do to fix this, and they all knew it.

"Y/N," Robin muttered, and Y/N pretended she didn't hear the tone of her friend's voice telling her to confess to Steve.

"If we're going to die here, I want you to know that I don't regret it." Y/N said finally, hoping that would somehow fix whatever bad feelings Steve was having.

"What?" Steve muttered, looking over to her.

"Neither do I." Robin answered, voice shaky but confident. "We saved Dustin and Erica." No one pointed out that they didn't know that for sure.

"And if we make it out of here, we know what the Russians are planning." Y/N added, hoping the optimism would make the situation better.

"Well, I do." Steve admitted, causing the other two girls to go rigid. "If I could go back in time, I would keep us all from coming in here. I would stop myself from applying at the mall. If I weren't here, none of this would have happened." Steve whispered, voice breaking as he leaned his head back. Y/N felt her heart break for him. "I mean, I don't even want to think about what I've put my soulmate through." He said it quietly, but it still made Y/N's breath hitch. She knew she had to tell him.

"Steve, if we really are going to die, you should know-" The door opening cut her off, and they all looked over to see the Russians entering again, the Doctor in tow.

"Had some time to strategize, yes?" The leader asked, but none of them responded with anything other than glares. He walked over and crowched in front of Steve. "Try telling the truth this time, yes? It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful." He pet Steve's hair, and Steve tilted his head away, bile rising at the thought of this man touching him. They watched as the doctor walked in front of them, a large needle in a gun contraption in his hand.

"Wait a second. Wait. Hold on. Okay! Wait, wait, wait! What is that thing?" He screamed as they walked right up to Y/N. Steve must have had his brain scrambled, because as scared as he was, he couldn't help but say the next words. "Try it on me! Don't hurt her. I'm the one that knows the most information." This wasn't a lie, and he would say anything to get the needle away from Y/N.

As it turns out, his heroics didn't mean a thing, because Y/N was injected minutes after. His head was starting to become fuzzy, and he began to feel much more happy. He remembers laughing, he remembers an alarm helping them get out. He remembers Dustin driving. More laughing. A weird movie. Some lights. And then they were throwing up.

If Y/N ever said what she wanted to, he doesn't remember it. None of them do. And he figured if it was important, she would have told him after.

"That little dumbass was right." Y/N groaned as they watched the compass go crazy. She was so busy staring at it that she didn't notice Steve was untieing his shoes.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked, causing Y/N to look up at him.

"Somebody's gotta gown down there and check this thing out." He didn't look at them as he slipped his shoes off. "Unless one of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it's gotta be me. No complaints, all right?" He was using the voice he used when he told the kids that he was only taking them one of the many places they wanted to go.

"You always do this." Y/N said without thinking. Everyone looked at her, but she just stared at Steve. "You always act like you're the best person - the only person suited for a job when really, your self-sacrificing nature is kicking into overdrive!" She cried out, trying not to pay attention to Robin's burning gaze. It was quiet for a moment and her and Steve stared at each other.

"Well, my self-sacrificing nature is really coming in handy today, isn't it?" Steve stood up and took his sweater off, and Y/N just turned to look at Robin's shoes as Eddie put a flashlight in a bag for Steve.

"Good luck," Eddie said, and Y/N pulled her lips in tight before looking up at him one last time.

"Be careful," She muttered, watching him nod and then dive into the dark water.

Y/N and Robin shared a look as the watch hand made it all the way around the numbers, meaning Steve had been down there for one minute already. They both knew what the other was thinking.

Would Y/N feel it if Steve drowned?

She slightly shook her head at Robin, indicating that she hadn't felt any sort of pain.

Y/N wondered for a moment if she would die when Steve died, or if it would just feel like her heart had been pulled from her chest.

"That's it," Y/N muttered, toeing off her shoes.

"Absolutely not," Eddie grabbed her arm at the same time that Nancy pulled her hand to sit her down. Y/N pushed them away, giving when a confused look.

"Where was this when Steve was going in?" She asked, taking off her sweater quickly.

"I probably shouldn't say this," Eddie licked his lips, not looking at any of them and instead at the water. "But Steve specifically asked me not to let you go headfirst into danger. And this seems like exactly what he was talking about." Eddie began to pull her down while she took in his words, eyes squinted and mouth open.

"When? Why?" She asked before remembering the fact that Steve was in the water still. There wasn't time to waste. She took a deep breath, about to jump in when Steve surfaced, taking a deep breath as everyone jumped.

"Holy shit," Eddie breathed out in relief. He did not want to be responsible if Y/N were to get hurt.

"I found it!" He announced, grabbing onto the side of the boat.

"You found it?" Nancy repeated excitedly.

"Dustin, you're a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate." Robin said into the walkie, all of them elated that they had found the gate and stayed safe.

"It's pretty wild. It's more of a snack-size gate than the mama gate, but still, it's pretty damn big." Steve explained, still in the water.

"Great, let's get you up here." Y/N went to grab his arm, but then Steve was suddenly underwater. Y/N felt something on her own ankle, but she shrugged it off as she tried to grab for Steve. He resurfaced quickly, looking straight at her with scared eyes before he was going back in the water, an arm jutting out as he lost his hold on the boat.

The hard pressure she felt on her ankle kept Y/N from immediately jumping in after Steve. She let out a gasp as she felt pressure in her lungs as well, and she watched numbly as Nancy dove in. Y/N snapped out of it, pushing away the dull pain and diving. Robin and Eddie weren't far behind.

As fast as she wished she could swim, the tentacles pulling Steve down were quicker. She felt the thud on her back as Steve was smacked onto the ground, but continued to swim, now able to see the gate. She watched Nancy pull herself through. She was so close! She almost-

Y/N let out a scream as her shoulders erupted in pain, twisting her body and forgetting she was underwater. She couldn't imagine what was causing this pain to Steve, and she instinctively reached for her back even though she knew it was hopeless.

Robin and Eddie were approaching her, scared as she was no longer swimming and beginning to float upward, the red light from the gate illuminating her figure. She was clutching at her throat, clawing as she felt it begin to close. It felt like someone was using barbed wire to choke her. She instinctively tried to breathe in, but she began to choke on the water. She couldn't even think about what Steve was going through, her brain only focused on the pain. Water stung her eyes as she opened them widely.

Steve choked as the bat wrapped its sharp tail around his throat, but the tickle in his lungs was worse than that. Before he could realize what was going on, a bat dug into his flesh. Then another one. Steve gasped out in pain, letting out a scream before choking at the feeling that ran through his lungs and his throat. He cried out, pulling on the bat tail as he tried to wiggle away from than extreme pain.

Steve wanted to die. The thought of putting his soulmate through this was too much for him. They had already gone through so much. He hoped he was wrong with who he thought it was. He hoped it was anyone but her.

Y/N was convulsing as blood dyed the water red. Pain erupted in her sides, and as she took in water she had a thought that this wasn't making things any better for Steve. She saw a blurry figure grab her arm, but she knew she was a goner by then.

She was going to drown. She hoped Steve wouldn't feel it.

Nancy was fighting off the bats alone when Robin and Eddie came through the gate coughing. They pulled Y/N through the gate, Robin already crying.

"She needs CPR!" Eddie yelled, doing a double take when he noticed Nancy with a bat gripping onto her back.

"Steve!" Robin ran over, watching Steve gasp. She wasn't sure if Steve could feel Y/N dying, if he felt the water in his lungs or if it was too late.

"Why is she bleeding?" Eddie screeched, seeing the blood staining her wet shirt. There was a mark around her neck, one that he was sure wasn't there before she dove in. He noticed Steve was still struggling with the bats, and the girls were also still fighting. He shook his head as he began to count to thirty as he pumped on her chest, wishing she would just spit up the water. When she didn't, and Steve still hadn't gotten up, Eddie really hoped that they weren't soulmates.

He was going to have to breathe for her.

"Please don't kill me," Eddie muttered to Steve - knowing he wouldn't hear it - before grabbing her mouth and breathing into her lungs. He had only learned CPR in his junior year health class, which had been three years ago. He was pretty sure he was doing it to the right beat, and when he finished breathing he began pumping again.

"No," He heard Steve say from the side, but he was focused on making Y/N breathe. As he finished the pumping, he noticed Steve was on his knees and wheezing, Robin by his side.

"Oh my God," Nancy muttered, hand over her face as she realized what was going on. Eddie grabbed Y/N's mouth and breathed once more.

"I can't breathe," Steve muttered, hands clutching his throat. Robin was crying because she honestly wasn't sure if they would both die if Y/N didn't breathe again.

"If she doesn't cough it up soon," Nancy muttered, and Eddie just shook his head.

"I know," He watched as she finally coughed out, breathing deeply. Steve fell to his front, gasping for air.

"Fuck," Y/N whimpered, looking down at her torso as pain flooded up. "Oh my God, what the hell?" She cried, laying back down and hitting her head against the grey dirt. Eddie finally sat back and looked around, noticing where they were for the first time. Y/N's hands shook as she held them over her torso, not sure if it would be better if she touched them or just let them be. She couldn't even take in the fact that they were in the Upside Down.

"Oh shit," Steve muttered as he looked at Y/N's matching wounds, thinking about all the pain he was in right now. All the pain he was in last year at Starcourt. The pain as Billy smashed a plate over his head. When Jonathan beat him up.

All of that pain, Y/N had dealt with it.

"You weren't tortured in Starcourt." He said, which sounded like the worst thing to say. He knew in the back of his mind that she wasn't, that it was strange that she had matching marks and Robin was fine, but with the proof, staring at the blood staining her shirt in the exact spots he just battled with the bats-

"Seriously?" Y/N muttered, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to forget about the pain. How was Steve even breathing? She turned to the side and coughed more, which caused more pain, and she threw up some water. Everything just hurt so bad. "How are you even breathing right now?" She groaned, hands balling into fists and hitting the ground as she tried to pretend like it hurt less than it did.

"Fuck," Steve muttered as he looked at the bats in the distance. "Shit, okay, we need to get back to Hawkins," Steve said, but Y/N was practically passed out. There was no way she could swim all the way up. He wasn't even sure if he could.

They all looked over to the gate, which was starting to become gaurded by bats. That was out of the question now.

"We need to get to the woods. We can't fight them." Nancy said as Steve stood, wishing there was a way for him to help Y/N. With the pain he was in, it was impossible for him to do anything but stand and look around.

"Nancy, help me with Y/N. Eddie," Robin nodded toward Steve, and Eddie grabbed Steve to let him lean against him. Together, they all made their way to woods as quickly as possible, somehow outrunning the bats.

"I-I can't keep running. We have to hide." Y/N muttered, feet beginning to drag and making it harder for Nancy and Robin. She winced as her toes were stubbing against the ground, regretting taking off her shoes. "I'm sorry, I don't," She began to fall and the girls lurched forward, practically carrying her to the rock and letting her lay down against it.

"I'm so sorry." Steve said as he leaned against the rock.

"I cannot believe anything hurts worse than the Russians." Y/N strained, pressing her head into the back of the rock and holding her hands against the large open wounds on her torso. She turned to see Steve, bare chested and blood dripping down to his pants. "How are you still standing?" She asked, barely able to hear anything over the roar of bats thundering overhead.

"Oh God," Steve muttered as his eyes fluttered, Robin moving to his side to try and help.

"Do you think those bats had rabies?" Robin blurted, causing Y/N to groan.

"Robin," Y/N and Steve complained, their sides throbbing. "What? I'm worried!" Robin cried out, hands hovering over Steve's mutilated flesh. Y/N pulled her shirt up to uncover the matching ones on her own torso.

"Okay, Steve you take this," Nancy ripped off the bottom of her shirt, handing it to Robin so she could wrap it around Steve. "Y/N, we have to use your shirt." She grimaced at Y/N, who sighed. She knew that there was nothing else to dress her wounds with, and Steve didn't even have a shirt.

"Here," Eddie bent down to help Y/N move forward while Nancy assisted in taking off her thin, soaked t-shirt. She thanked God she had put a bra on this morning. She would be more embarrassed about everyone seeing her shirtless if she wasn't in a life threatening situation.

"Oh fuck," Steve muttered out, and Y/N felt the searing pain.

"Please just do it," She begged Nancy, who pulled her lips tight and began wrapping the shirt around her waist. She let out a cry at the pain, nails digging into her palms. The pain was radiating up her body. The scrapes on her back were menial compared to the puckered skin that was now soaking her t-shirt in blood.

"We have to get back to Hawkins," Robin said, her voice tight and croaky with emotion.

"Where even are we?" Eddie asked as he stood, looking around.

"This is what the Russians were trying to open, isn't it?" Y/N asked as she turned to see Steve starting to stand. Robin grabbed Y/N's hand and helped her up, making sure she was steady as she leaned on the large rock.

"Yeah," Steve sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Just as he was about to speak again, an earthquake shook the ground. Y/N cried out as she fell forward, Steve falling against the rock next to her. They both screamed as the pain of Y/N falling on her torso flooded through them.

"We have to leave this hell hole." Eddie said, and Y/N just nodded as she pushed herself up again. She wanted this all to end, and she noticed her eyelids feeling heavier.

"No, no, no you don't." Steve said as he saw her leaning forward again.

"Shit," Robin began to run over, but Nancy grabbed her before she could get too far.

"Don't step on the vines!" She warned, making them all aware of the vines. "You step on one, you wake up Vecna. It's a hive mind." Robin's eyes widened, looking all around them.

"How are we gonna get through here?" Eddie asked, looking very concerned. Y/N was starting to think that was his default expression.

"This isn't even the worst of it." Steve said, still supporting Y/N even though they both were bleeding through the makeshift bandages. They were beginning to shiver in the coldness of the Upside Down, and Y/N wished she hadn't pulled off her sweater. "Those bats aren't the only creatures here."

"Jesus Christ," Eddie groaned as he pulled off both his jackets. He threw them both at Y/N and Steve, almost taking them out. "We aren't leaving your asses here, so you can't go pass out on us now." He watched as Steve gave Y/N the leather jacket, taking the short sleeved jean one for himself.

"We have to get something to get rid of the bats at the gate." Y/N said, shaking her head slightly to think more clearly.

"Can you even swim like this?" Steve pointed out. She sighed.

"We have to get back through a gate, right?" She looked at the others nodding, even though she knew what the answer was. "We don't know where any other gates are. We have to find a way to get through the gate."

"Maybe we can go to the police station and get guns and grenades and things that we need to fight," Robin was fake smiling at the idea, but the rest of them seemed less than hopeful.

"Oh yeah, because Hawkins PD is gonna have grenades." Steve was shooting down all ideas, and Y/N wanted to hit him.

"Well what would you like to do?" She asked, tone annoyed and upset at his pessimism.

"I don't know! I'm thinking of you! Can you even fight the bats?" He questioned, which pissed her off.

"Can you?" She shot back, but he kept on speaking.

"And let's say we manage to get the guns and grenades. What then? You're gonna swim? I know how much pain you're in. We can't swim to the top." He was being honest, Y/N knew that if he couldn't swim to the top there was no way she was going to make it.

"We have to try." She said, knowing she sounded like a dumbass.

"We don't have to go all the way to the police station to get guns. I have guns. In my bedroom." Nancy said, and Y/N just blinked.

"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie repeated, and Y/N just nodded.

"Of course you do," She muttered, because what did Nancy not have?

Oh fuck she was jealous of Nancy.

She didn't look at Steve, because she knew he was studying her and that he would see she was jealous of Nancy and he just found out they were soulmates, he doesn't need to know that she was jealous of his ex.

When she did look up at him they locked eyes, and Steve's smirk told her everything she needed to know.

"This place is exactly like Hawkins, right? So we just need to somehow get to the Wheeler's?" Robin questioned, and Steve nodded.

"Basically,"

"Well," Y/N stood up straighter, trying not to show that even that was a feat. "What are we waiting for?"

"Did you know?" Steve asked, not looking at Y/N. They were walking behind the others, who knew they would need time.

"I did." She answered simply, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "I figured it out when you were being tortured." She turned to see him wincing at the memory.

"I'm sorry." He said, knowing he was the cause of most of their shared pain. "I'm sorry about sophomore year when I broke my wrist, and junior year when I got in that fight with Jonathan. I also got attacked by that stupid demogorgan that started this all, and that hurt. I'm sorry for that fight a couple years ago, I'm sure that wasn't fun." Steve wasn't even pausing to breathe as he apologized, and Y/N had stopped walking as she blinked at him.

"Steve," She reached a hand out, but he just shook his head.

"I'm sorry for getting you involved in the Russian thing. I'm sorry for getting involved in this in the first place." He finally stopped talking and looked up at her, and she just squeezed his bicep.

"Steve, you don't have to apologize." She told him, the fast beating of her heart taking over the pain in her torso. "Besides, if we're keeping track, I'm sorry for this." She lifted her hand and traced his lower lip, where there was a scar from when she ran down stairs Christmas morning and split her bottom lip open.

"I'm sorry for this," he took his turn to trace her cheek, where there was a thin line that ran up her cheekbone. "I'm actually really sorry about the bruises that came every so often. My dad, he," Just as Steve was opening up his heart, the earth shook and they lurched forward, unsteady. Steve grabbed her arms as he groaned, his back hitting a tree and causing both of them pain.

"Guys!" Eddie yelled as soon as they were on steady ground, running back to them. "Nancy just ran off, but we're almost to the house!" Y/N and Steve looked over his shoulder to see Robin running, Nancy no where in sight.

"Well shit." Steve said, still holding Y/N tightly.

"Look, I know you guys just found out you're soulmates or whatever, but we have awhile until we get out of this hellscape. And I'm not spending all of it third wheeling." Eddie began walking, and Y/N and Steve looked at each other, jumping apart.

"We just found out, man." Steve rolled his eyes, following.

"Did you?" Eddie barely looked over his shoulder, but they could both tell he was smirking. "Because I distinctly remember you telling me to make sure-"

"Okay, Eddie!" Steve cut the other man off, and when Y/N looked at him she could tell he was blushing. "We get it."

"I'm just saying, you both knew." He shrugged, falling back to where they were walking. "Also, I don't know the way to Wheeler's house, so it'd be great if you love birds could light the way."

"Eddie," Y/N groaned, now blushing herself.

"Just don't forget about the fact that I saved your life, L/N." He turned to Steve and winked. "By doing mouth to mouth."

"Oh my God." Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth, not looking at Steve. She knew exactly what Eddie was doing, teasing Steve like this, and she just shook her head.

"I'm going to give you to Vecna if you don't shut up." Steve threatened, looking straight ahead.

"Your boyfriend is a murderer!" Eddie turned to Y/N, and she could tell why the kids loved him as a DM. He definitely had the theatrics for it.

"Not yet." She pointed out, thanking her lucky stars when Nancy's house showed up and they finally came out of the woods.

"This is concerning." Eddie muttered, but Y/N and Steve just smirked at each other across Eddie.

This was going to work well.

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havecourage-darling · 2 years

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Firsts: Panic Attack

AO3 | Part 2 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)

<< First Kiss, Part 1 || First I love you, Part 3 >>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: 3.9K

warnings: nightmares, description of panic attacks

A/N: the messages/chats/comments I've gotten give me life! thank you!

“Who do you work for?” The Russian soldier roared, punching Steve.

Your tears were choking you. “Please! We’re telling the truth! We work at the mall!”

“Fine, you want to play, let’s play,” he reared back, punching him again. Steve groaned, swaying against you almost going limp.

“Stop! Stop!” Robin screamed.

“Please,” you cried. Annoyed, the man slapped you. For a moment, all you could hear was your own pulse, as sound bled back in you heard Steve screaming.

“Leave her alone!”

“Oh my God, you’re bleeding,” Robin said, eyes wide and panicked. You felt a warm trickle down your cheek.

“There are three of you and we only need one,” the Russian said, his accent warping the words. A man dressed in a white coat came in, his hands dirty and teeth stained.

God, no, please, you couldn’t die like this. Robin began screaming as they uncapped three giant syringes.

“Oh God, oh fuck, fuck!” Steve groaned, grunting when the needle went in. “What is that? What’s in that!”

What if it was poison? Cyanide? You had no way of knowing. You felt Steve fight at your back, his shoulders shaking. You watched, frozen in fear, as the needle came closer and closer to you.

“Please,” you begged, “please.”

“Hey!”

You gasped, your breath getting stuck in your throat and you immediately started choking. You scrambled away from the hands on your body. “Please!” You screamed. “I don’t know anything! Please stop hurting us!” Your vision blurred and your pulse pounded in your ears.

“Princess,” Eddie’s face swam into your line of sight. You blinked, confused, and looked up at him. The rough carpet under your bare legs helping you realize that you’d fallen off the bed. He held out his hands in front of him - for your benefit - you realized, and he sat near you. You watched him, your heart beating wildly.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, voice hoarse from screaming. “I-I had a bad dream.” You reached up, to your own barely noticeable scar, and felt the memory of the hit on your cheekbone.

“I noticed,” he joked, folding his legs under him as he tentatively reached for your knee. “Do you want to talk-”

“No,” you said, your head already swimming with the idea.

“Okay, okay,” he said in a soothing voice. “You’re okay princess, you’re good.”

“Did I, um, hurt you?” You asked, eyeing the reddening skin on his forearm. You clenched your hands tightly. “I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“Pfft, hurt me? I’m a lot harder to knock over than you think,” he said, waving a hand, “besides, I think this one is my fault.”

You shook your head and he shot you a mock-serious look.

“When your girlfriend is screaming in terror, maybe the first thing shouldn’t be to reach out to restrain her,” he said, beckoning you closer. Your heart sunk into your stomach and you glanced around Eddie’s room. The dream had felt so real, like you were back there, that night. You closed your eyes and shook your head. You were out of there. Nothing happened. You’re all fine.

“I- let’s just go back to sleep,” you said, grasping at the frayed edges of your sanity, ignoring his hand and climbing onto the bed. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Princess…”

“Goodnight,” you said, burrowing under the covers and flipping over to your side. You heard him sigh and climb in after you. You could feel his eyes on you but you knew he’d let it go, at least for now.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, turning over to his side.

Eddie was always a good sleeper. Something you’d been notoriously jealous of. It seemed like he’d just shut his eyes and fall into deep sleep within seconds. Sleep had always come a bit harder to you. So, you weren’t surprised when thirty minutes later, you were still awake. You sat up slowly, trying not to move his bed too much.

Creeping out the door and into the living room, you turned on all the lights and grabbed Eddie’s old cargo jacket. It was your favorite – it was worn and soft from use. You shrugged into it as you sunk into the couch. Pulling the sleeves over your hands, you buried your nose into the collar. Inhaling deeply, you felt immediately comforted by Eddie’s scent.

It’s not real. It wasn’t real. You’re fine. Everyone is fine. You repeated to yourself on a loop until the soft sounds of birds chirping joined your obsessive thoughts. You curled into yourself, hiding your face into the back of the couch and sighed.

You’re safe. Everyone’s safe. The gate is closed.

////

“I’ll come by when I’m done with detention,” Eddie said, his hand squeezing yours. “We can do something fun, whatever you want, the world’s your oyster.”

“Okay,” you said quietly, shooting him the best smile you could. You knew he could see through it but your affection for him grew as he smiled back, pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary. “Thank you.”

“No thanks necessary,” he assured you. He leaned over the center console and kissed you soundly. The knot in your chest loosened a little further. Eddie leaned back but didn’t retreat into his seat. He shot you a serious look. “If you need me, I can be here in a few minutes.”

“I know,” you said, pecking him twice before finally hopping out.

A familiar BMW parked a few spaces down and you waved a hand while you walked into Family Video.

“How am I the only one without a car and I’m the first one here?” Robin called out, already sorting through the returns from yesterday behind the counter.

Instead of walking into the backroom, you flopped onto the counter, cradling your face in your arms.

“Bad night?” Robin asked, her fingers skirting around your arm lightly.

“Nightmare. Russians.”

“Ah,” Robin said knowingly. You exhaled, relieved to finally say it out loud to someone who would understand. “Hey, you’re not alone, you know – holy shit.”

“What?” You grunted when she slapped your arm a shade too hard.

“Look,” Robin knocked her elbow into you and almost sent you flying.

“Ouch Robin, Jesus,” you rubbed your arm and elbow. You looked up through the glass and realized Steve was standing by Eddie’s van. You watched them talk for a moment then drive off.

“What the hell was that?” Robin hissed when Steve walked in. “Were you being an asshole?”

You narrowed your eyes at Steve. He and Eddie didn’t dislike each other but they definitely were a few steps away from being any type of friends. They’d both always been cordial around each other, at least for your sake. You’d only been dating for a little under three months and while they had gotten less snippy, it was a slow process.

“No,” Steve exclaimed, “he called me over.”

At that, you straightened. “About what?”

Steve shrugged and you narrowed your eyes. “Steve Harrington, I’ll tell Robin about that time in 6th grade.”

“You wouldn’t,” he hissed, crossing his arms.

“What happened in 6th grade?” Robin screeched, her eyes lighting up.

“Well, Robin, what happened was that Steve-”

“Okay! Okay!” Steve ran a hand down his face. “Jesus, this is the problem with you Hendersons.”

“Blackmail?” You grinned. “Or the fact that I could stand to be around you during your King Steve phase?”

“She has a point,” Robin said, tracing a check in the air. “I really don’t know how she did it.”

“She dumped an entire bottle of orange juice over my head after the spray paint at the theater,” he said, huffing.

“Wheeler was my neighbor too,” you said, “just because we were friends first doesn’t mean you get a free pass.”

“You’re trying to distract her but I’m going to be a good friend and remind you that the point here was to find out what they were talking about,” Robin said, whispering the second part to you.

Steve glared at her and you grinned. “Out with it, Harrington.”

“He’s worried,” Steve grumbled, “I’m guessing you had a nightmare?”

You nodded. “Russians.”

“Fucking Russians,” Steve sighed. “I had one last week.”

“The nightmare isn’t so bad,” Robin said, “it’s waking up and realizing it’s going to stick with you all day.”

“Or the panic attack after,” you added.

Robin nodded, tapping her nose. “That too.”

You exhaled, feeling completely and utterly understood.

“He thinks he did something wrong.” Steve admitted, “I would’ve too, if anyone had a panic attack in front of me and didn’t explain why or what was wrong. He said you crept out the room and he found you asleep on couch in the morning.”

Shit, you knew he hadn’t been asleep when you crept past him.

“How do I explain why?” You asked. “Hey Eddie, this town is cursed and a twelve-year-old girl saved all our asses. Chief Hopper? Yeah, he didn’t die in a fire – he died in an explosion and surprise! We were tortured by commies!”

“Yeeeah,” Robin interjected, “I gotta say, I’m on her side. When the U.S. government threatens you to keep your trap shut, you tend to keep it shut.”

“He’s your boyfriend,” Steve argued, “you’re clearly a little serious if you’re staying over his house. I know you – you wouldn’t do that if you didn’t trust him.”

“Of course, I trust him-”

“-then you should really think about telling him. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but soon. You don’t have to tell him everything, but you have to tell him something. Friends don’t lie.”

You all let that hang in the air, Robin chewing on her nails. You wanted to scream. How was any of this fair? Why were you all the collateral damage? This was bullshit.

“What if he doesn’t believe me?”

“Then he’s an idiot and it’s better to figure that out now than later down the line,” Steve said, taking his hand in yours. “You believed me. Remember?”

You frowned. You hadn’t been with Steve when he found out – when he’d gone to apologize to Jonathan and was met with a demogorgon – but he’d run into you directly after, scared out of his mind, and blurted everything out. You’d thought he was pulling an elaborate joke on you since you’d been ignoring him for the past week after he’d been a jerk to Nancy and Jonathan. But…even then, in the dark of night, bruises on his face, eyes wild, you’d believed him. Steve had his few years of being an asshole but you’d known him since you were three. Even Steve didn’t have that big of an imagination.

“I believed you both,” Robin said, “I thought you were shitting me, obviously, but…I believed you.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, nodding to yourself. You would.

“That’s all I’m saying,” Steve said, hugging you tightly. “We’ll always be here and we understand what you’re going through but, he wants to be there for you too.”

////

“Eleven!” You screamed - your voice hoarse. No, no, no, no. You strained against Jonathan’s hold on your shoulders and Nancy straightened. “We can’t just let her die! Jonathan let go of me!”

You watched in horror as the Mind Flayer descended, one of its legs passing too close to where you were hiding. Jonathan pulled you and Nancy to him tighter. You nearly gagged as the scent of blood and decay filled the mall. What the fuck was that thing? What hellhole did it crawl out from? Terror pumped through your body, adrenaline kicking up.

“Come on!” Lucas whispered, a few yards away, pointing at a box next to him.

“Are those fireworks?” Nancy mumbled.

A burst of sparks and a loud screech that had you slapping your hands on your ears rattled the entire building.

“Flay this you ugly piece of shit!” Lucas’ voice echoed.

“Come on!” You scrambled up, arms out already gripping a lit bundle. Your aim was shit but you had to try something. Nancy launched another from next to you, her breath coming out in harsh pants.

“Hey asshole!” Steve’s voice came out from behind the monster, “over here!”

“El!” You screamed but your voice lost to the chaos. You kept your eyes on her as you alternated between throwing the fireworks and lighting them. Your eyes widened when you realized Billy was screaming in pain, withering around on the ground next to her.

“Run!” You screamed at her. Please, please, don’t hurt her, you prayed to whoever would listen.

You watched in horror as Billy caught her by the leg.

“Henderson!” Jonathan screamed, pulling your arm and barely getting you out the way of a crumbling banister.

“Last one,” Nancy said, shooting you a petrified look. You nodded and she launched it with all her might.

You were all going to die. This monster was going to kill all your friends and this entire town. You were going to die.

“Henderson, princess, please.” Eddie’s voice brought you back.

You jerked up right, eyes wildly looking around for the Mind Flayer and blinked when you came face to face with a concerned stare.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he said, palms rubbing up your arms. “I know I don’t look my cutest when I’m half asleep but you liked it well enough a few hours ago.”

You didn’t know if it was his light tone, the stupidly endearing wiggle of his eyebrows, or the fact that he wasn’t looking at you like you were a burden, but you burst into tears. You quickly worked yourself up into a full-blown panic attack.

“Breathe, princess, breathe,” Eddie guided. Your mind was screaming at you to get somewhere safe, that you were dying, but you closed your eyes and tried to focus. Eddie’s warm hand on your back grounded you to his trailer. To this room.

You were safe. He was safe. Everyone was okay.

Eddie slowly took your hand in his and placed it on his chest. You opened one tearful eye and watched him put his on your chest. “Match my breathing,” he said, “come on.”

You tried for a few breaths until one of your sobs hit again and you froze.

“Don’t pull away from me, please,” he whispered, “I’m right here.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat and pushed yourself into his embrace. “I’m not,” you tell him. “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” he echoed, rocking you both.

///

The next time you woke up, you were alone. Wait…who was snoring? You popped your head up from the mattress and realized that the soft huffs of breath were coming from the dog curled on Eddie’s side. You closed your eyes again and stretched.

Wait.

You sat up, staring down at the dog. “Who are you?” You asked as it opened one eye. You crawled over to them and they let their tongue loll out. You grinned at its silly expression and let him sniff your hand before rubbing under their chin. “Where did you come from?”

Spending a few more minutes doting on the surprising addition to your morning, you heard a muffled curse from behind the door.

Walking out the room, you followed your nose into the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe, hand over your smile, and watched Eddie pull a tin of muffins out the oven. Once he’d safely closed everything, you called out to him.

He jumped into the air and whirled around. “Sweet baby Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”

“I didn’t realize I was so bad looking,” you joked.

Eddie scrunched his nose. “Mornings aren’t your best time,” he agreed.

You chucked a nearby banana at him and he shrieked.

“Can’t a guy make a joke?” He said, turning to the stove and flipping a pancake. You padded up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Resting your cheek against his bare shoulder, you kissed the skin there. He started to hum a familiar song and you closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, tightening your hold on him. “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about everything that’s happened in my past.”

“You don’t need to,” Eddie said, his arm coming up to cover yours. “I don’t need to know what’s haunting you. We’ve all got skeletons in our closet.”

“Even you?” You teased quietly.

Eddie turned the stove down and turned in your embrace. “Even me princess,” he kissed your forehead, “I know you have this incredible perfect opinion of me, which is mostly true, but- hey! No tickling!” He stilled your twitching fingers with a glare.

“I…someone…was hurting my friends,” you said slowly. “I got involved, thinking I could help handle the situation, but I ended up getting hurt with them.”

Eddie frowned, worry and confusion wrestled in his gaze. “That’s…okay…and this person is gone now?”

“Yeah,” you said, repeating that to yourself. “They’re gone. We’re safe now.”

“Did you tell the police?” He asked.

You nodded. “They know well, Chief Hopper knew.”

“I feel like there’s a lot more to this story,” he said quietly, “but I don’t need to know it. I get it, you know, I’m a very easy target for any shithead with an ego in this town. I have been since middle school.”

“Well, they’re assholes,” you said fiercely.

“I know, calm down warrior princess,” he said, cupping the side of your face. “I’m just trying to say that I can relate.”

Eddie herded you into a seat and pecked your lips.

“You, Steve, and Robin get this same haunted look in your eyes sometimes. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas too.”

You froze, fingers clenching around the air.

“I’m going to assume that whatever – or whoever – did whatever they did is why you all startle easily? And probably why the Byers got the hell out of Dodge?”

You nodded, avoiding his searching gaze.

“So, I shouldn’t take it personally that you seem to be way more comforted by Harrington than me?” Eddie said nonchalantly.

You stood again, crossing the room to him in a second. “Hey,” you said, tugging at his arm until he turned. “You know that nothing is going on between me and Steve, right? It’s not just him…they all were there. They get it.”

“I know,” Eddie said, deflating. “I do. I’ve lived here my whole life too – I know you’ve been friends since you were little tadpoles.”

You scrunched your nose at the comparison. “Despite what the population of Hawkins might think, I have never, not once, thought of Steve in any other way than platonic.”

Something flashed by his face too quickly for you to catch. “You know, I swore to myself I’d never bring that up but…”

“Hey, I get it,” you assured him. “I know you believe me, but reassurance is always nice too.”

“I know you’re a kickass, badass, super amazing princess warrior,” he said, squeezing your hand, “but I want you to know I’m here to help, if you want it.”

You smiled at him, his rare sincere smile making you feel like you were going to melt on the spot. “I know,” you said, and you did, “I’m just used to fighting my own demons, you know? It’s hard to let other people fight with me.”

“I know. I get it. But you’ve got a mercenary available. Let me help chase the darkness away,” he said and kissed your neck.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“Anything for you fair maiden,” he said, winking and teasing expression returning. “So, I tried to tap into my sick baking skills but…”

You tore off a piece of a muffin and popped it into your mouth. You chewed for a second and immediately wrinkled your nose. “Eddie, why does this taste like ash?”

“Because it was made out of perfection?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Like it was coat in salt?” You said, spitting your bite into the sink.

You both glanced at the materials on the counter and you pointed to a jar of white granules. “Is that what you used?” He nodded. You opened the jar and sniffed. “That’s salt, Eddie.”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was close this time!”

You blinked at him as he grumbled excuses and you felt laughter build in your chest. Soon, you were bent over and clutching your stomach. His disgruntled expression became even more exaggerated, his hands clutching imaginary pearls, but you saw the small smile underneath it all.

The familiar little storm cloud that had taken up its temporary residence above you dissipated. You knew it wasn’t gone for good but it was gone for now. And for now, was good enough. You were free.

“You know, that doesn’t sound grateful,” he shook his spatula at you.

“I’m sorry Eddie, what would you like to hear?”

He pitched his voice much higher than yours in a mimicking tone. “Oh, thank you so much for kidnapping your neighbor’s dog and getting up early to make this wonderful spread for me. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had and your music is amazing Eddie.”

You giggled, trying to reign in your laughter and shook your head. “Wait, Eddie, did you really kidnap the dog?”

“That’s what you focus on?”

“Edward!”

“No, I did not kidnap the dog, Jesus – have some faith in me. My neighbor needed me to watch him until she’s back from her shift tonight.”

You grunted, taking a swipe of syrup and licking it off your finger. “Your music is amazing, thank you for making the attempt – please leave any baking up to me. I’m sure the eggs, bacon, and pancakes are perfect. I’m going to change and I’ll be back out.”

“You forgot the sex part,” Eddie shouted.

You bit back a laugh and watched the indignation rise. “You little – get back here!” You took off running, laughing when he caught you by the bed. You both fell over, immediately fighting for the upper hand. After a few rolls, and a few accidental kicks, he grinned triumphantly when he had you pressed into the mattress. His hair falling like a curtain around your face.

“It’s starting to feel like you like hurting my feelings,” he said, sniffling dramatically. His hair tickled the side of your neck.

“It’s not my fault you’re so sensitive.”

Eddie’s fingers danced along your side and you squirmed. “Okay, okay! I give!” He smiled, his teasing look morphing into something sincere.

“You look happy today,” he said.

“I’m always happy when I’m with you,” you said softly, curling a finger around a lock of his hair. “It’s just, the storm cloud takes me by surprise sometimes.”

“Hey, but you got me in your clan now,” he said, dragging his nose up your neck.

“I do,” you said, tangling your fingers into his hair and wrapping one of your legs around his hip. You stayed there for a while, wrapped in his arms, with his steady heartbeat and no nightmares on the horizon.

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