#but fuck that video made my blood run COLD

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there's this video you've probably seen already where a woman is shaking in front of a microphone and delicately tries to ask - how can i make my husband listen to me, i've tried everything, i don't want to seem ungrateful and the other man laughs - the problem is that you married a man, we're only listening 25% of the time and we only understand 5% of that! and the audience laughs and the woman laughs and you just sat there, phone in your hand, letting the sound of it echo

and the thing is that people make think-pieces about it (isn't this one of them) and satire versions and "flipping the script" which is good and fun but at the end of the day, there's some truth in that man's response about men-not-listening. and you have tried to language that feeling for years, this sense that you can only take up 33% of a conversation before others view it as being "dominating".

it's not that they aren't listening, it's that the action they're taking is purposefully silencing. it's different. you accidentally-don't-listen a lot; just because the world is loud and you're distracted. you don't mean anything by it. and the truth is that the man who spoke is relying on that to be true of you; the way it's true of everyone. but there is a different undertone to his kind of not-listening. what he means is they don't respect you and you shouldn't expect them to. there is a difference between oh shit i forgot to take the trash out and why didn't you remind me to do it, just like there is a difference between i didn't realize you wanted to go out this weekend and why do you expect me to plan things why can't you just tell me where we're going.

and the thing is that it isn't just him, and it's actually not just because of your gender - your skin, your class status, your weight, their ableism - it happens often. so often it feels like a tightness around your throat and a weight in your stomach. you're not even "really" allowed to be upset about it, because to them it's a joke. and they laugh. and you know exactly the amount of work that goes into every conversation. how you have to work to condense down your thoughts into intelligent, crisp soundbites; worried someone will try to swoop in and cut you off. and there's this sense from everyone else - oh stop being so sensitive, are you really upset just because they weren't listening and you don't know how to say the way that feels when it happens constantly.

there's that video of the science summit where a woman in the audience finally says let her speak please! and the whole crowd bursts into applause and the man leading the summit holds up his hands and bows his head and says oops, sorry! like what he did was awkward and embarrassing, a little social gaffe that happens easily. later in your meetings, you're asked to take notes, and you don't say anything, you just hear let her speak please! ringing in your head and know that you'll never be brave enough for that kind of thing. and besides. think of all the people who agree this was a one-off, he just got excited and all of the people who say one man is not indicative of all of society

at the dinner table you're talking about someone you don't like and how he's not good to his girlfriend and how she always has to remind him to put the effort in and before him, she was glowing with curiosity and passion but now she just seems... tired, unhappy. that he likes the way she burns out; she stays home and takes care of him and their 2 kids. and your father sniffs and says that men take a while to learn those kinds of things. and you just stare at him and think about your childhood and are like - no wonder i turned out like this

and you want to say - there's no fucking secret school or mystic form of communication. i was not sent to Rearing a Child University. i did not graduate from Getting Chores Done College. i ask questions and i listen and i pay attention, because that's basic fucking human decency. it stems from respect, and how i respect others and their agency. i clean the house because someone should clean. not because it comes "naturally".

hell, you had to google "how to boil an egg" the other day, just because you usually make them scrambled. you can never remember which of the 2 bathroom cleaners make chlorine gas, only that two of them definitely do. you've accidentally bleached your clothes. it took you like 3 years of self-teaching before you figured out how to actually cook things correctly - for that whole time, you burnt or undercooked everything. but you did teach yourself; just like you taught yourself how to listen with empathy. just like how you taught yourself to think before you speak. to be kind first, to be better at communicating. it seemed like a good thing, an adult thing.

the joke the man in the video makes is that women say i'm fine! when they are not fine. and you think about the 150 conversations that happened around that; about how she probably has had so many arguments with her husband. how she said i'm upset you don't take me anywhere and he got mad at her because of course i do, you made me go to that stupid restaurant like last week and she probably said that's not what i'm saying and he said now i'm supposed to be psychic or something and she said no of course not and he said how am i supposed to know what to do when you don't even like everything and she said i do like things and he said well how am i supposed to win? and her pastor probably told her to be more grateful because they do things at all, even if she has to plan them and her mom probably told her that's just how men are honey and she probably cried over her journal, trying to figure out why the fuck she "has everything" and is still so bitterly, horribly unhappy

and how, in your life, for so many reasons, you looked down the barrel of another argument; of explaining yourself and being vulnerable and begging for help again. how many times you just said i'm fine because it was better than doing that again; it was better than wringing yourself out when it's literally easier to just pretend. because he wasn't going to listen. your father wasn't going to be better and your boyfriend wasn't going to be better and your boss wasn't going to be more respectful.

and you sit in front of a video of a woman shaking, looking horrible and guilt-wrought that she's even asking this question. and you know; deep in your heart - that's you. in a different life, you are her. you've stood in her spot. and you had to listen while someone else cackled - why would we bother to notice when you talk?

#writeblr #warm up #this is something im legit still unpacking the effects of #btw this is one of those intersectional feminist blogs #gender plays a role but let's be honest - this silencing comes from disrespect which can come from MANY things #white women will do it to women of color #it exists in many forms and permutations #but fuck that video made my blood run COLD #you know it's bad out there when my HORRIFICALLY right-wing trad cath father even admitted ''it's bad out right now''

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Dirty Words

Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve gives Eddie a lesson on dirty talk, but things start to get carried away.

Word Count: 10.2K

Chapters: 1 of 1

Content Warning: Explicit m/m sexual content including dirty talk, masturbation, hand jobs, spit and cum as lube, allusions to anal sex, scent kink, spit kink, multiple orgasms, and oral sex. Excessive swearing. Recreational drug use and drinking. This post includes explicit sexual content, foul language, and sensitive themes. It is intended for those 18 and older ONLY. I am not responsible for the media you consume.

Disclaimer: All characters in my fics engaging in sexual acts are—and always will be—18 or older, even if not explicitly stated.

DIRTY WORDS

Eddie is feeling all floaty and shit. The weed Argyle gave him really is better than the skunkweed he’s been peddling in alleyways since he was sixteen years old. Not that he’ll ever admit to it. Definitely a fact he’ll take to his grave.

But for now, Eddie has the weekend off from his new, lousy day job that Steve and (mostly) Robin managed to bag him at Family Video. To be honest, it had been a last resort. But turns out, business is shit after he fucking finally graduated high school. And now—cherry on top!—he’ll have to figure out how to file taxes and shit. Welcome to the corporate world.

With a sigh, Eddie takes another drag from the perfectly rolled joint that he made himself. Argyle can’t top him on that, at least.

Eddie giggles to himself. Top him. Shit, Argyle could top him if he really wanted to, considering how fucking pent up—

The phone rings, making Eddie jump a good six inches from the sunken couch cushion he’s lounging on. He scrambles to a sitting position, and then lifts himself onto his legs that only slightly wobble like a newborn giraffe underneath him. He runs to the yellowing, plastic phone that’s hung up on his uncle’s trailer’s wall, hoping that maybe it’s the guy Eddie’s been fooling around with on the other end of the line. Maybe he could try the whole phone sex thing. Again. And not fuck it up this time.

“Hello?”

“Eddie?” Steve asks, voice all staticky through the speakers. “Why does it sound like you just ran a marathon, dude?”

Eddie realises he’s panting. He’s not sure if it’s from the short dash to the telephone, or if it’s because his blood was rushing to his cock for a minute there instead of his lungs.

Either way, he should probably consider going for a jog once in a while or something. It’s kind of sad that he’s winded.

“Shut up, man,” he says. “Maybe I was running a marathon. You’d never know.”

“I do know. It’ll be a cold day in Hell when you decide to exercise willingly. The sun will be rising in the West. The sky will be green and the grass will be blue when Eddie Munson runs a marathon.”

“You forgot when pigs fly.” Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He nearly drops the phone that’s wedged between his ear and his shoulder. “Did you call to talk about my general lack of fitness, or is there another reason you called, Harrington?”

“I’m bored,” Steve whines. The phone line crackles. Eddie can only assume Steve is, like, laying in bed or something.

Laying in bed, in those navy blue sheets. Shirtless. Maybe fresh out of the shower. A little wet still, his hair sticking up around his head—

No. Nope.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and tries to will away the next image (a towel slipping away from Steve’s hips), because three months ago he made a rule for himself. No more fantasising about Steve goddamn Harrington.

It had been becoming nearly impossible to look the other man in the eye after some of the things Eddie imagined doing with him.

Steve continues on, completely unaware of Eddie’s wandering mind. “Robin is working tonight and tomorrow so she can’t hang.”

“Glad to know I’m your second choice,” Eddie teases.

“No! No, I would have called you either way.”

“Sure you would have.”

Eddie smiles to himself. He’s not actually miffed. He and Steve have become way closer than he would have ever imagined possible. It started when Robin would ask him to hang out, and then she’d invite him along with her and Steve, and then somehow he and Steve just started hanging out alone. And it wasn’t even all that awkward.

Turns out Eddie is cooler than Steve thought, and Steve is more of a loser than Eddie thought.

“Eddie,” Steve groans. And Eddie tries not to be perverted about how good it sounds. “Come on, dude. Let’s hang out.”

“Can’t, man,” Eddie says. “I’m busy.”

“What? No you’re not. It’s nine at night and you’re at home. I also know Wayne works a double, so he won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“It’s weird that you know my uncle’s schedule.”

“No it’s not; he works the same shifts every week. Point is, I know you’re alone. Unless you have other friends that I don’t know about?”

“I do have other friends!” (Not really. Just a guy Eddie’s made out with a couple times in the city, and the members of Corroded Coffin who’re away for the summer.)

“Oh.” Steve goes quiet for a moment, and Eddie feels like he won. But then, “Well, are they over right now?”

“No, but—”

“Then you’re not busy! I can bring movies. I have Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Wildcats—”

“What makes you think I want to watch a sports movie?”

“And Labyrinth.”

Eddie’s jaw clenches. Shit, he loves David Bowie, and he hasn’t been able to get his hands on a copy yet. But he also knows Steve won’t just return the movie before Eddie has the chance to see it, because Steve isn’t mean like that. Not like Eddie is.

“I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Getting high and being alone!” And jerking off for the next hour and a half to see how many times he can make himself come before it becomes unbearable.

Eddie doesn’t add that last point, for obvious reasons.

“I like getting high. Please, Eddie? I’m so bored. And my house is empty and quiet, and you know how I get nightmares when—”

“Okay! Okay, oh my god, fine. You’re so whiny.” Eddie had no idea Steve was such a beggar. He kind of likes it. “But you have to bring beer as payment. Afterhours fee.”

“Yes,” Steve says, sounding like he’s doing something dorky like punching the air. “Beer it is. See you soon.”

“Hey, Harrington, can you give me, like—” half an hour, Eddie wants to say. But the line goes dead.

He wonders if he can manage to pump one out before Steve gets to the trailer. And the thing is, his dick is harder than he’d like to admit after hearing Steve’s voice. So he’s going to try.

Eddie runs to his room, pulls down his flannel pants so the elastic sits taut under his balls. He doesn’t bother laying in his bed; he just sits on the edge of it, facing his mirror, watching as he fists his own cock and gives it a few tugs. It’s not a narcissism thing, Eddie just likes the visual. Likes to imagine it’s someone else’s hand, or someone else’s cock. Likes to see the tip of it, shiny and red, as his foreskin pulls down his shaft to expose it.

He wonders if Steve is cut or not.

Fuck—no. No, no, no.

Eddie shouldn’t be thinking about Steve, he should be thinking about the guy from the bar. About how hard his dick had been, pressing into Eddie’s hip as they made out against the wall in the alleyway.

Yeah. Yeah, okay, that’s doing something…

Eddie watches as his hand pumps over his cock, watches as it starts to strain, the veins popping from the skin as he builds himself up. He squeezes hard around the crown. It only gives a little under the pressure, considering how hard he is, but it makes his dick offer up a pearl of precum that he gathers and spreads around the slit. When he lifts his thumb away, a sticky string connects his hand between his legs.

He likes the way that looks. He likes when things start to get messy. He wonders if he’ll ever get to see the guy from the bar’s cock like this, if he also likes to play with cum and spit.

If Steve ever plays with cum and spit when he’s on his own, like Eddie does. He wonders how Steve touches himself, what he likes, what he doesn’t like, what sounds he makes, what face he makes…

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Yeah, that’s fucking good.

Okay. Okay it’s fine, Eddie will just think about Steve one more time, and then he’ll for sure stop doing it. Just this one more time…

A jolt travels from Eddie’s cock into the tight muscles of his stomach as he imagines Steve’s face all twisted up in pleasure. Those strong thighs bracketing Eddie’s head as he sucks back little dribbles of salty white that leak out of Steve. His nose brushing against a mound of dark hair that Eddie just knows would grow thick around the base of Steve’s cock; little curls that smell like honey and almond soap, because Steve uses the expensive shit.

Jesus Christ. What he wouldn’t give to go down on Steve, just once. Just one time.

Eddie’s mouth waters as his hand flies harder, faster. He’s so fucking close. Just a quick, dirty orgasm before Steve comes over. Steve. Fuck, yes, Steve—

There’s a loud knock on Eddie’s front door.

No! Shitshitshit. He just needs two more minutes. Maybe not even that, just one—

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice is muffled beyond the walls of the trailer. Eddie almost considers letting him wait outside while he finishes up, but he can hear Steve’s footsteps getting closer to his bedroom window.

A rock hits the glass and shocks Eddie enough that it sets him back. Now it would definitely take the full two minutes.

“Shit! Goddamn fucking Harrington—” Eddie stands from the mattress and releases his cock from the death grip he had on it. It bobs between his legs, so fucking stiff that there’s no way it’s going away on its own anytime soon. “One sec!”

Eddie has no choice but to tuck his cock into the waistband of his pants. The tip pokes up under his navel, like it’s staring angrily at him for not finishing the job he started. It’s throbbing, and leaking, and getting the fabric it’s tucked into all damp.

“Same,” he mumbles to his dick as he grabs a longer t-shirt and pulls it over his head.

Another rock smacks against his window.

“Coming!” Well, he was about to anyway.

He doesn’t jog to greet Steve, because he doesn’t want to risk his dick slipping from its hiding spot. That is a conversation Eddie wants to avoid.

When he opens the front door, Steve has another rock in his hand, aimed towards Eddie’s window.

“You better not throw that, Harrington.”

Steve’s head whips around. His eyes are full of mischief, a small smile on his lips. His hair is freshly washed and styled, just like Eddie suspected. And his outfit is positively sinful (if you’re horny like Eddie is). Grey sweatpants and a plain white tee, which Eddie thinks is the guy version of lingerie.

Totally unfair, especially when Eddie would just like if his dick would go soft again.

“Why did you take so long, dude? Your trailer park is scary in the dark.”

Eddie gawks at Steve. “You’ve literally fought monsters and a dark wizard in an alternate dimension, and you think my trailer park is scary?”

“Yeah.” Steve points over his shoulder to a mobile home down the lane. “There was an old dude watching me from his window.”

“Mr. Jackson?” Eddie tilts his head, sees the curtains ruffling as his neighbour draws them back. “He’s… mostly harmless. I think.”

“You think?” Steve flings up Eddie’s steps and quickly locks the door behind him.

“Totally. I mean, besides the shotgun he keeps next to his couch. But that’s reserved exclusively for handsome young men that come around the trailer park after nine PM.” Eddie checks his watch, gasps in mock fear, widens his eyes, and peers out of the window behind Steve’s head.  “That means you’re not safe! I think—I think I hear him loading the gun!”

Steve grabs Eddie’s arm, just for a second, as he cranes his head to look out the window. When Eddie’s sarcasm finally sinks in, he lets go and punches him (a little too hard) where his hand had been. “You’re such a dick.”

“I think that was kind of a compliment,” Eddie says, rubbing at the place where he would surely bruise. “I did say you were handsome.”

Steve flops down on Eddie’s couch and tosses a bag full of VHS tapes and a six pack onto the ground by his feet. He leans back, like he’s making a point, flourishing his hand over the length of his body with the most disgustingly sexy lazy smile on his face. “Yeah, well, that’s common knowledge.”

Jesus.

Eddie looks down to make sure his cock is still out of sight. He can feel it pulse between his legs as he hears Steve’s voice, sees how he stretches on the sofa. But thank God, he’s still tucked away and Steve should be none the wiser.

He takes his place next to Steve—makes sure his shirt drapes loose enough around him that it hides how hard he is.

He wonders if blue balls are a real thing. Will Eddie have severe health defects if he doesn’t come? Will his boner go away on its own?

Questions that he’ll find out sooner or later, he supposes.

“Little full of yourself, are you, Harrington?”

Steve sighs. “Not at all. It’s actually hard work being this gorgeous. You would know.”

Eddie feels his cocky expression fall from his face.

Did Steve just call him gorgeous? Or did Eddie totally misinterpret his words? He blushes and figures it’s better to be safe than be sorry. “Sure,” is all he replies with.

“So,” Steve says casually, “where’s this weed I’ve been hearing so much about?”

Eddie smiles, big and sweet, and points towards his bedroom where he left the joint to fizzle out in an ashtray before he molested himself. “Be a dear and go grab it from my nightstand?”

The truth is, Eddie’s pretty sure the tip of his dick slipped from under the elastic of his pants when he sat down. Miraculously, he thinks it’s starting to deflate by the teensiest fraction, but it would still basically slap Harrington in the face if he tried to stand.

Which—good thing or bad thing? Eddie isn’t sure. That would all have to do with Steve’s reaction. But he’s not willing to find out.

Steve rolls his eyes but gets up like a good little boy to fetch the ashtray. He brings it and the lighter to the coffee table where Eddie had been smoking before.

Fifteen minutes later, Eddie is back in his floaty state with a beer between his legs instead of a hard on. Turns out, stiffies don’t actually last forever if you don’t let yourself come. It’s just very, very frustrating.

“You up for another beer?” Steve asks slowly, reaching into the bag to grab two bottles. His eyes are glazed and blown, and Eddie thinks he looks totally fucked up already. It’s hilarious.

“Yeah, I’m down.”

Steve hands Eddie a new PBR, and his eyes do this little flare thing that makes him look adorable. “Woah.”

“Woah what?” Eddie asks, popping the cap and replacing his empty bottle with the new one.

“Being up for something and being down for something mean the same thing, even though they’re the opposites. I just realised that.”

Eddie smiles against the lip of the bottle, feeling the glass clink against his teeth. “Shit, man, you’re so high.”

“Am not.” Steve honest to God giggles as he makes eye contact with Eddie. “Okay. Maybe a little.”              

“I’m glad you came over, Harrington,” says Eddie after a beat. “Better than another night alone.”

Steve opens his mouth, like he’s about to say something, but he’s cut off by the sound of the telephone ringing.

Both men turn their heads to stare at the wall phone, but Eddie doesn’t make a move to stand up to actually answer.

Because, for some reason, his mind is suddenly going a million miles a minute.

He knows it’s not his uncle calling in the middle of work, and he knows it’s obviously not Steve. The chances that it’s Robin are slim to none because her shift doesn’t end for another half hour. Gareth and Jeff are away with their respective families.

So the most logical answer to who’s calling after dark, would be the guy from the bar.

And the thing is, Eddie doesn’t want to raise questions. Isn’t sure if he’s capable of thinking of a good enough excuse as to who it was or why he’s calling. Yeah, he could probably have at least answered and told Bar-Guy to call back tomorrow, that he has company, but his brain isn’t thinking fast enough. So he just kind of… stares at the phone as it rings.

“I’ll get it,” Steve says after a few seconds, and suddenly he’s standing from the couch and reaching for the telephone—

“No!” Eddie pounces, because that’s even worse than if Eddie just answers the damn phone himself. He flounders towards Steve, grabbing the outstretched hand, stopping it from curling around the phone. “Stop! Stop—just let it ring!”

Steve gawks at him, but holds his hands in surrender in front of his chest.

The phone rings one more time, and then the kitchenette goes quiet.

Eddie heaves a sigh of relief, even though he probably just made more questions arise than he avoided by not picking up.

“What—what was that about?”

“Nothing,” Eddie huffs, dragging his feet back to the couch.

Steve follows closely behind. Just as Eddie flops onto the cushions, Steve is on top of him, tickling the shit out of Eddie’s arms, his sides, his stomach.

Eddie was not expecting anything like this—Steve’s hands all over him, his leg slung over Eddie’s to hold him down, the smell of Steve’s breath hitting his face. It’s not a bad smell, like freshly brushed teeth and beer and weed, and it’s warm, because their faces are so close together.

All Eddie can to is half-shriek-half-laugh, even as his mind muddles with confusion (and lust. Obviously).

“Tell me!” Steve commands, digging his fingers into Eddie’s neck, down his back, dangerously close to his thighs…

The boner that he just got rid of starts to fill out once more.

“Stop, dude!” Any sense of authority is lost under Eddie’s laughter that he can’t control. “No! Stop!”

“Come on, Munson. Spill the beans.”

Eddie tries flipping onto his stomach, but Steve follows him, blanketing over his back. The panes of his chest press behind Eddie, hard and warm, crowding him against the pillows. And there’s also friction.

Friction that could easily become a problem if Steve keeps goddamn moving against Eddie, making his hips rub against the couch—

“Okay! Uncle. Uncle!”

Eddie keeps panting face-down as Steve lifts himself away from his back.

“So?” Steve asks with a smile in his voice, triumphant from his win. An unhonourable win, as far as Eddie is concerned. Tickle torture is a serious offense. “What’s up your ass?”

Eddie snorts as he sits up, casually grabbing one of the throw cushions to hold against his lap.

Nothing, he wants to say. That’s the problem.

Instead, he just kind of adverts his gaze and goes for the truth.

“I’ve—kind of—been talking to…” this guy.

It’s not like Eddie has been hiding his sexuality from Steve, per se, but other dudes are way less accepting than girls about it. His first official ‘coming out’ had been to Robin (an obvious choice after she told him she’s a lesbian), and then to Nancy.

Apparently, Steve had been really cool when Robin told him she likes girls. But this is a different situation. Steve might be afraid that Eddie will, like, come on to him or something. Which… fair enough. Eddie probably would.

So, instead of finishing with the whole truth, he dampens it down a bit, and says, “Someone.”

“Oh. Shit.” Steve’s eyes do this thing where they drop to the floor, and then shoot sideways to Eddie, his eyebrows crumpled like a cartoon above his nose. He grabs the blunt, takes a deep drag. “That’s good though, right?”

Eddie shrugs. “Sure.”

“Sweet. So what’s the issue?”

All of it. Everything.

Because said guy lives all the way in Indianapolis—two hours away—and the only chance they have to communicate is through phone. Which, by proxy, means that the only times they can actually meet up is after a phone conversation.

Not to mention the fact that they aren’t, like, official—that they just made out a few times. Once outside of the bar, and a couple times in the back of Eddie’s van, which left him achingly hard when they parted ways.

This circles back to point number one about the phone conversations. They’re awkward. They don’t know each other well, don’t know what to talk about. Things don’t just flow naturally. Not like they do with—oh, say—Steve.

Maybe the worst part is that Eddie is a twenty-one-year-old man with raging hormones that—as much as he wishes otherwise—he cannot control. His self-discipline is basically nil. Nada. Zero. He’s fucking horny all the time.

So how is he supposed to deal with long-distance plus rare phone calls?!

Bingo. Yep. Phone sex. It’s the obvious answer, is it not?

So Eddie, like, tried.

And he thought it started well!

What are you wearing? Is that not fucking obvious where Eddie was headed? Is that not the exact line that they use in movies and shit? That’s what he said—What are you wearing?—and then he shoved his hand down his pants and waited for Bar-Guy to get into it, start saying something filthy into the speaker that would get Eddie going.

Maybe like… ‘Nothing at all,’ or, ‘tight boxers that show off my cock,’ or—fuck—'a towel slung low on my hips’. Something like that!

But all Eddie got was, “Uh—sweatshirt. Jeans. Why are you breathing hard?”

And then Eddie had said, “Just thinking about you,” with his low and gravelly voice, to help keep the conversation moving (again, he thinks this is pretty obvious and, like, at least a bit sexy).

Here’s the real kicker. The dude then said, “Are you… touching yourself?”

And it was not a sexy question. He sounded completely weirded out! Horrified! Disgusted!

So Eddie pulled his hand out of his pants and basically yelled, “No!”

Deny deny deny. Eddie is good at that shit.

The conversation had gone on to other things. Dinner plans, or something. Eddie didn’t really care. All he could think about was that this guy probably didn’t want to fuck him. They’d had the opportunity before, and it never progressed. And the thought of Eddie even fisting his own cock all but repulsed him.

Such a damn shame. Because Eddie is so desperate, so pent up, so sick of fucking his own hand, that he’s literally about to drill a hole in one of Uncle Wayne’s oranges and go to town until there’s nothing left but pulp.

Eddie doesn’t tell Steve any of this. He just groans really loud and buries his face in his hands, and says, “I don’t know!”

“C’mon, man. Something’s up. Out with it.” Steve waves his hand in encouragement, vaguely gesturing to the empty trailer and himself. “Safe space.”

Eddie peeks through his fingers at Steve, and he just looks so… genuinely curious. Like he actually wants to help, or at least hear, Eddie’s problems.

“Okay, fine.” Eddie snatches the joint from between Steve’s fingers and sucks it back like it’s water, keeping his gaze from Steve’s (beautiful) hazel eyes. “It’s just that I… I kind of made it awkward. Last time we talked on the phone. I tried to initiate… uh”—he clears his throat—“phone sex.”

Steve’s eyes go wide, his forehead crinkling with surprise. His lips are shiny and pink. But that second part doesn’t have anything to do with Steve’s expression—Eddie just happened to notice them.

“Fuck,” Steve says, leaning forward to set his bottle on the table in front of them. “Yeah. I’ve been there before, man. What happened?”

“What do you mean, what happened?”

“I don’t know. What did you say? I assume it didn’t go well considering how you’re all… tense and shit.”

“Tense and shit.” Eddie laughs once, then mumbles, “You have no idea.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Steve encourages.

“It’s not! I started with the classic, what are you wearing?” Eddie drops an octave, making fun of his attempt to sound hot. “And then I got an actual play by play of what they were wearing.”

Steve sits back and thinks about it for a minute—his legs splayed, and his arms crossed over his chest. “I think the issue with that is… it’s obvious, but it’s not sexy.”

“How is it not sexy, dude?” Eddie asks, exasperated. “It’s literally a steppingstone into, like, a form of sex!”

“Yeah, sure, but it doesn’t get you hot. You know?”

“No, Steve, I don’t know. Because I’m always hot. Someone could bend to tie their shoes and I’d fucking cream my pants.”

Steve hiccups a startled laugh. “Fuck. Me too. It’s been forever.”

“I don’t think it’s natural for a guy to go this long, man.” Eddie swigs back the rest of his beer and cracks a third. Lights up a new joint, too. And honestly, regardless of his tolerance, he’s pretty fucked up.

“Do you know how many chicks I’ve gone out with? None of my dates have even led to hands stuff. It at least sounds like you’re close to sealing he deal.” Steve lolls his head towards Eddie with a cheeky little smile on his lips. “I mean, if you didn’t suck at talking dirty.”

“I do not suck!” Eddie cries, grabbing the throw cushion from his lap to smack it against Steve’s smug face.

Steve catches the pillow and rips it playfully away from Eddie’s grip. “Then show me.”

Eddie stares at Steve for way too long. He narrows his eyes after a few seconds. “You’re kidding me.”

“Not kidding. I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re doing wrong.” Steve leans forward, plucks the joint right out of Eddie’s slack lips. “Just pretend I’m on the other end of the line.”

“No way, dude.”

Steve curls his hand up to look like a telephone, pretends to dial in a number. Brings it up to his ear. “Riiiinngg. Riiiinngg. C’mon, Eds, you’re getting a sexy phone call. Pick up. Riiinngg.”

Eddie feels his face flush red. He’s not sure if it’s from where this conversation is headed, or out of sheer embarrassment for Steve’s sake. “Holy fuck. You’re such a loser, Harrington.”

“I’ll just pretend you already answered and said hello. Hey, Eds. It’s… wait, what’s this guy’s name?”

Eddie opens his mouth. Then closes it again, because Steve just said guy. Not girl. Guy. Is this a slip of the tongue? Or did Buckley out Eddie to Steve? Or Nancy?

No, neither of them would do that. Maybe Steve just figured it out from context clues.

But still, to be sure, Eddie just says, “What?”

“What’s his name?” Steve askes again.

So—shit—it definitely wasn’t a slip of the tongue. But Steve isn’t freaking out. Hasn’t freaked out in the past. And he’s looking at Eddie expectantly, but not judgy or anything.

Eddie clears his throat. “Nick.”

“Nick! Strong name. Not as strong as Steve, but not everyone can be a Steve—”

“Come on, man!” Eddie groans. Again. Hides his face. Again.

“Okay, Okay!” Steve clears his throat. “Hey, Eds, it’s Nick. What’re you up to?”

Eddie sucks in a breath and lets it forcefully out of pursed lips. “Uhh—hey, Nick… I’m…”—his eyes flick sideways to catch Steve staring at him with a half-smile on his face—“no. Nope! I can’t do this.”

Eddie goes to stand from his perch on the couch, but Steve’s arm shoots out to grab him. “Alright. Let’s just do it, you and me. No phone roleplaying required. Just start with saying a compliment you’d tell Nick or something.”

“Alright… Okay… Uh, you’re—I mean Nick—is really funny?” Eddie says. Nick isn’t all that funny but, fuck, it’s all Eddie can think of. Steve is funny, though, so it’s easy enough to say.

“Yeah, good. That’s good. What else?”

“And you’re really hot. Really fucking hot.”

“Good.” Steve shifts around on the couch, maybe trying to get more comfortable. “And then Nick would say something like, You’re really hot, too.”

Eddie stifles a giggle. “I really don’t think he would.”

“Well, just pretend he does. And then it’s your turn to keep the conversation heading in the direction you want it to.”

“By saying what, Harrington?”

“Try saying how I—Nick—makes you feel.”

“Okay. You make me feel… like I’m vibrating. Like I’m pressurized, or something.”

“Yeah?” Steve breathes, his voice dropping an octave. Probably just getting more into character. “What does that make you do, when you feel like that?”

“It makes me… makes me hard.” Eddie feels his hips pitching forward. His cock twitches under his flannel pants.

A dangerous game they’re playing. Maybe Steve doesn’t know just how serious Eddie was when he said he’s pent up.

“Fuck,” Steve says lowly.

“Too much?”

“No! Nah, it’s good. It’s hot. I mean, sometimes it’ll take longer to build into that kind of stuff, but keep going.”

Eddie nods nervously. “Okay. Uh, what do I say now?”

Steve sits up a bit to adjust the band of his sweats. “Sorry. So, you said it makes you hard. And then I’d say… me too. That it makes me hard just talking about it. Just thinking about it.”

Eddie’s dick is starting to properly fill out again. It makes sense since he never got to come after taking himself right to the edge before Steve came over.

He takes a steadying breath to try to will it away. “Shit. Okay.”

“Do you like that?” Steve asks. “Do you like thinking about how hard my cock gets when I think about you?”

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie pulls at the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to stretch it beyond his crotch where he is most definitely about to tent his pants. Maybe if he wore boxers it would have been easier to conceal. “I don’t think we should do this.”

“It’s okay. It just means we’re doing good, right?” Steve slides his hips forward, making his sweats tighten against the bulge between his own legs.

Eddie lets his eyes linger there for longer than he should. There’s no way that Steve is getting turned on by all of this, but shit, he is. The proof is in the pudding—if the pudding is his dick that is suspiciously growing under the heather grey fabric.

He can’t help but blurt out, “I want to suck your cock.”

Because it’s true. Eddie’s mouth is watering just from the thought of it. But as soon as the words push past his lips, he realises that it’s not exactly fitting in the theme of phone sex. So he quickly adds, “If we were together right now. Instead of—uh—just on the phone.”

“Fuck, yeah. You’d suck my cock so good.” Steve licks his lips, and Eddie swears his eyes trail over his body, landing between his legs and then back up to his mouth. “I’d fuck your throat so deeply you’d gag and drool all over yourself.”

Eddie can’t help himself from groaning at that image. And as if his body is proving to Steve just how right he is, a trickle of saliva escapes the corner of his lips before he’s able to swallow it back.

He lifts his hand to wipe the back of it against his mouth. “Jesus, Steve.”

Steve shifts closer to Eddie. His voice is low and soft and seductive, and Eddie is having a very hard time remembering that this is a game as he says, “And then I’d ask if you’re touching yourself.”

The words echo those of Nick’s. But when Steve says them, he doesn’t sound horrified at the thought. He sounds like he wants Eddie to be fucking his hand while they talk. Like the thought turns him on almost as much as it does Eddie.

“I would be, by now,” Eddie confesses, wiping his sweaty palms against his knees. He desperately wants to trail them higher, wants to rub between his legs where he’s throbbing and hot. His pants feel like a sauna. They’re humid and sticky, and he knows it’s partly because he’s radiating heat, but also because his cock is already starting to dribble.

“I would be, too,” Steve says. “I mean, Nick would be, too. If I was Nick. And I’d—I’d ask how you were touching yourself. What it felt like.”

Eddie glances between Steve’s legs again. And—holy shit—Steve is hard. As hard as Eddie.

His cock is fucking massive, as far as Eddie can tell. Thick, and long, sitting sideways inside his pants against his hip. Eddie knows it would stand proud by Steve’s belly button if it wasn’t trapped.

And he’s also pretty sure Steve is circumcised by the obvious ridge he can see under the fabric.

Maybe it’s dumb, or false hope, or just how ridiculously horny he is (again), but Eddie is feeling encouraged. Because he’s not the only one who’s getting hot. He’s not the only one who’s participating, or the only one who’s bricked up.

So… why not get into it a bit more?

“I’d say that I have my hand wrapped around my cock. That it feels heavy in my hand. And wet. That I’m leaking all over myself.” Eddie’s hips pitch forward on their own accord, the sensitive tip of his dick deliciously grazing against the flannel of his pants. “And I’d tell you that it feels good. Really fucking good. But it would feel better if it was your hand instead.”

Steve is the first one to break.

Eddie can tell it’s an automatic reaction when he reaches for his cock and squeezes where it’s straining under his sweats. Awareness shimmers in Steve’s eyes, and he quickly pulls his hand away again. “Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s all good,” Eddie says fast as a whip, repeating Steve’s words from earlier. “Just means we’re doing good, right?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s laugh is small and breathy. “Really good.”

Eddie swallows his nerves, decides to see if he can keep whatever this is going. “What would you say after that?”

It seems it’s Steve’s turn to be flustered. Eddie can see red creeping up his neck, like his chest is flushed. It reaches his cheeks and makes him look all bright and pink. “I’d tell you what I’d be doing.”

“Which would be?”

“I’d be reaching under my pants, and I’d circle my fingers around my dick. Gently at first, because—because I’m sensitive down there. And I want to make it last.” Eddie watches as Steve’s hands lift back to his lap. And then pinch the hem of his shirt. A strip of his sun-kissed stomach flashes as his fingers tease against the drawstring of his pants. “Like this.”

Steve’s hand disappears as it pushes down into his sweats. It moves along the length of his cock. He adjusts so it’s no longer sitting sideways; it’s now straight up, as big as Eddie assumed, dangerously close from peeking past the waistband.

Eddie would not be upset if it did.

The best part is when Steve’s hand starts moving under the fabric. Long, soft strokes that Eddie can tell are featherlight, mostly just fingertips teasing against his skin. Just enough to make Steve bite down on his lip and his breath hitch in his throat.

“Steve—fuck.” Eddie’s mouth goes dry as he watches Steve touch himself. And he has a few fleeting thoughts.

First is the classic, Am I dreaming? Because surely Steve Harrington is not jerking himself off in Eddie’s living room on a Friday night while they say filthy things to each other under the guise of another dude.

Impossible.

The second comes after Eddie subtly pinches himself and doesn’t wake up. Which is, Is this a joke? Because now that he knows he’s (probably) not asleep, there must be some other horrible explanation for what’s happening. He racks his brain, plays back the events that led him here.

Eddie doesn’t think he could misinterpret everything. But he’s probably done dumber things in his life.

Plausible.

And the third—which is the thought that’s taking up the majority of his consciousness—is, Am I allowed to touch myself, too?

He doesn’t let himself consider this one too long. Because there’s no way in Hell that Eddie would be able to stop himself. Not if a gun was pointed to his head.

So he shoves his hand down the front of his pants and squeezes his cock way more aggressively than Steve.

It’s both not enough and instant satisfaction. Like when you start scratching an itch and it seems to get itchier as your nails dig into your skin, but at the same time it’s doing exactly what you need to soothe the discomfort.

Eddie’s lips part as he grabs his balls and gives them a taut squeeze. His dick basically weeps against his skin. So much precum is pushing from his slit that it’ll be a miracle if there’s any left when he actually comes. Fuck, he hopes this time he can actually come.

His heart is beating so goddamn fast in his chest that there’s a good chance if he stops for a second time this evening, it will give out. He really, really will die.

“Does it feel good?” Steve practically purrs the question.

Eddie nods fervently, but he’s not able to form words. He doesn’t know where to look; Steve’s blown eyes that seem more black than hazel, his hand that’s speeding up under his sweats, the damp patch that’s forming where his cock must be leaking nearly as much as Eddie’s if it has already soaked through the fabric, or the growing expanse of abs on show—flexing in tandem with Steve’s strokes—as his free hand continues to lift the hem of his shirt.

Fuck, Eddie wants to come. Right now. He wants to come right fucking now.

He squeezes the base of his cock, bordering on the verge of pain, to stop his orgasm in its tracks. “So good, Stevie.”

Steve’s head falls back against the couch cushion, his eyes flicking between Eddie’s legs, his mouth, back down again… back up. He’s pumping himself with more intent now, his wrist twisting with each upwards stroke. “I wish it was your lips on me. I just know how good they’d feel. You have perfect dick-sucking lips.”

Eddie attempts stroking his cock again. It zaps into the coil in the pit of his stomach, but if he goes slow he’s sure he can go at least thirty second before he’s on the edge again.

“You have no idea, Steve,” he says, his tongue wetting his lips like he just might fall to his knees and start sucking Steve off for real. “I’d keep them nice and soft like you said you like. The inside of my mouth would be so wet—fuck, I’m salivating just thinking about it. And then I’d seal them around your big cock and hallow my cheeks when you least expect it, and you’d fucking thrust into my throat in surprise—”

Eddie moans, dropping his grip on himself yet again. That time it was really close; he can feel his dick pulsing under his pants. If he were alone, he’d push them down and watch as his cock twitched against his abdomen, angry at the loss of his fingers at the last possible moment.

Across from him, Steve speeds up; his hand moving in quick, short bursts against his tip. He makes his own noise, his eyes rolling back into his skull and then closing altogether.

It takes everything inside Eddie not to grab himself and come inside his pants right then and there. Shit, Steve looks so fucking good. Eddie desperately wants to see more. The colour of Steve’s dick, the way it strains, if it’s curved or straight, if it’s shiny. He wants to see it leak, wants to see Steve’s fingers catch the pearls of precum that are soaking through his pants and rub them into his skin. Wants to see it web between his fingertips—sticky and white. Wants to suck it off of them.

Shit. Fuck. It’s a miracle Eddie isn’t coming untouched. He’s still right there, on the verge of his orgasm. One single, insignificant, breath of a touch would one hundred percent set him off.

Steve’s eyes open. He drops his own dick, wipes his palm against his t-shirt. And he scootches closer to Eddie.

Just the brush of Steve’s thigh against Eddie’s makes him tremble, makes Eddie feel like he’s going to lose any semblance of control that remains.

They’re pressed right against each other. The length of Steve’s leg is warm and strong against Eddie’s, bigger than his. Thicker. Just like the rest of him.

Steve spits in his hand. Eddie watches as it pools in his cupped palm, watches as Steve brings that hand back down to the front of his pants. He stretches the waistband away from his body, and for a split second, Eddie catches a glimpse of his cock. Just the crown, broad and pink like Steve’s lips, right before the elastic snaps back and covers him again.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t you dare fucking come, Eddie Munson.

“And then,” Steve says, adding fuel to the fire, “I’m gonna bend you over the arm of this couch. You’ll look so hot, with your back arched and your ass on full display.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Fuck it. Eddie sticks his hand back down his pants, but barely touches himself. Just draws a line up the fat vein on the underside of his cock. He can feel his heartbeat under the pad of his finger.

“I’ll push into you so slowly. You’ll feel so full with my dick in your tight little asshole. And you’ll make those sexy little noises the whole time.”

Eddie makes one of them right as Steve says that—a low, quiet rumble from the back of his throat.

“Yeah, just like that. And then… then I’ll start fucking you. It’ll feel so good, Eddie.” Steve fucks his fist harder, his hips lifting from the couch like he’s chasing his own touch. His hand sounds wet on his cock, slapping and squelching each time it smacks against the base. “I’m gonna fuck you so good that you start crying. That you start screaming. Your scary neighbours will know how good I’m fucking you from the noises they hear coming out of your trailer.”

Eddie wonders if he lets himself come if it’ll be the end of whatever is happening. He knows for a stone-cold fact that he’ll be able to stay hard after the first time. But Steve doesn’t know that. Not yet. Maybe he should tell him.

But for now, Eddie tries to regain some control, some semblance of his quippy, cocky personality, just so he doesn’t come off entirely as a whimpering fool (if it’s not already too late). He tries to smirk. “Bold of you to assume I’m a bottom, Harrington.”

“A bottom?” Steve asks, and Eddie realises that maybe it’s a term that he’s never heard before. Because he’s straight… (question mark?). Again, Steve uses context clues. Smart guy. He presses impossibly closer into Eddie’s side, and asks, “Are you telling me you don’t want to feel my cock inside of you? Don’t want my cum dripping from your asshole for hours after we fuck?”

Eddie’s whole body vibrates. That’s it. The end. He fists his cock and pumps it hard, pulling his foreskin forward enough to cover the head, back to expose it, all underneath the checkered fabric of his pants. “I’m gonna come, Steve. I’m coming.”

His teeth bite painfully into his lower lip as he lets himself tumble from the ledge. Cum surges from his cock hard enough that he knows it would have painted his entire chest if it wasn’t contained inside of his pants. Each wave of his climax makes him whine aloud. It sounds crude, mixed with the slick slap of his hand against his skin.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles, staring as Eddie’s working fist, eyes blown wide like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

And maybe it shouldn’t, but Eddie’s left hand reaches out with a mind of its own, gripping high on Steve’s thigh. Squeezing it hard enough to leave a bruise, while his right is covered with hot, slick cum.

“Don’t stop,” Eddie babbles, riding out his orgasm for everything it’s worth. “Keep going. Keep talking. Don’t stop. I’m not finished yet, I wanna come again. Please. Please.”

“Oh, fuck, Eddie.” Steve brings his own hand down atop where Eddie’s is still sunk into the flesh of his upper leg. For a moment, he thinks Steve is going to pry his fingers away, but instead he laces them with his own.

It’s such a simple thing, holding hands, but it feels intimate. Intentional. Like this isn’t just some game.

Eddie shouldn’t be thinking that. But he is. He is. And it’s the moment he consciously knows he’ll be ruined for anyone else. End game for Eddie Munson. Steve held his hand while they jerked off. He’s in love.

Steve yanks him from his internal monologue. “You can come twice in a row?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, his hand still squeezing between his legs. Each stroke sends a bolt of lightening through his entire body, but his dick barely softens in his hand before it stiffens back up to steel once more. “Usually more than that. Four times if I want, but—but not as much cum comes out as the first.”

“Oh my God,” Steve breathes. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Can I… Can I see?”

His eyes flicker down to Eddie’s crotch.

“Sure.” Eddie pretends he’s confident as he tugs down his pants, lifting his hips enough to push the fabric under them.

His cock springs free from where it was trapped.

He doesn’t want to be self-conscious of his body, but he can’t help but wonder what Steve sees. If he’s at all disappointed that Eddie’s dick isn’t as big as his. It he thinks it’s weird that he’s uncut or that his dick curves upwards. If he let his pubes grow too long.

But Steve’s eyes go heavy with desire, taking in every inch of Eddie. The way his entire dick is shiny and sticky with his own cum, how it gets stuck in the hair that grows below it. His fingers squeeze around Eddie’s, involuntarily or in encouragement, he doesn’t know. But it makes him feel better.

Eddie is about to ask if Steve would show him more, too.

Steve beats him to it. “Do you want me to—?”

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”

Steve brings the hem of his shirt to his chin, catching it between his teeth. His whole chest is on display, his olive abs flexing as he pulls down the front of his sweats, tucking the elastic waist under his balls. His hand circles his cock, so thick his fingers barely meet.

And now they’re both just… bare. Basically naked as they jerk off next to each other, hands still intertwined like they’re some sort of couple. Things go quiet for a few moments as they just watch each other. How their hands work against themselves, speeding up, slowing, twitching.

Eddie’s cum gets sticky on his hand, against his cock. When he pulls his fingers away from his body it feels a bit like glue, tacking his hand up so much that it’s hard to slide it over his length.

“Spit on it,” Steve whispers, like he knows exactly what Eddie is thinking.

Eddie nods, bringing his hand up to his mouth—

“Wait.” Steve unlaces his fingers from Eddie’s, grabs his wrist. “Can I?”

“Shit.” Eddie huffs a breath through his nose. “Sure, Harrington.”

Steve lets a long string of saliva fall from his pretty, pink lips. It wets Eddie’s palm, mixing with the cum that covers it, making it slippery instead of sticky. Instead of letting go, though, Steve brings Eddie’s hand down to his own lap.

“Wanna switch?”

And—holy fucking fuck. Eddie trembles with ill-contained delight. He doesn’t even reply, just wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock before he can even think about what’s happening. What it means. That it’s changing the dynamic—they’re getting involved with each other instead of just themselves.

It doesn’t even matter. Not right now.

Steve’s head falls back against the cushions. “Oh God, that’s amazing.”

Eddie slides his fingers up Steve’s shaft—so heavy and hot in his hand—just as Steve described he liked. Soft and gentle. He twists his wrist in the same way Steve touched himself, watches as his lips part and his brows crinkle together, marvels at the vision of Steve’s cockhead surging from his grip, so flushed against the paleness of his hand and the silver of his rings.

He squeezes a bit harder and watches Steve’s hips rut towards him.

“You look so good,” he tells Steve, voice getting lost behind the moans that Steve keeps loosing from his lungs.

“Eddie?” Steve pants, thighs twitching as Eddie dares to circle his thumb around Steve’s slit, gathering more wetness to join the rest.

“Hmm?”

“Were you serious earlier?” Steve asks, barely a whisper. “About wanting to suck me off?”

Eddie’s hand stills on Steve, his eyes shining wide with shock and want. “Yeah? I mean—yeah. Very serious.”

“…Would you?”

Steve doesn’t have to say anything else. Eddie is already sliding onto the floor, already grabbing Steve’s knees and spreading them apart so he can slot himself between them. As soon as he’s bracketed by those strong thighs, they clamp down against his waist. A powerhouse of muscle, locking him to where he kneels.

Eddie is slightly intimidated by Steve’s cock. Will he have to unhinge his jaw like some sort of python to fit it in his mouth?

He leans down and kitten licks the tip, testing how it might feel on his tongue. Steve’s body jolts from that alone, makes a little whimpering noise that makes Eddie’s dick dribble onto the carpet.

“That’s it,” Steve encourages as Eddie’s lips close around the crown of his cock. “That’s perfect. Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening. It’s all I think about.”

Eddie moans, opens his jaw wider, and then sinks forward. Steve’s cock glides against Eddie’s tongue. It tastes like hot, sweaty skin. And cum—whether it’s Eddie’s from his hand, or Steve’s pre, it’s salty and heady and makes Eddie’s mouth even more wet as he salivates.

“Fuuuuck.” Steve’s fingers bury themselves in Eddie’s curls, tugging him closer.

It’s different than his fantasies. Steve doesn’t smell like honey and almond soap, and Eddie’s nose most definitely cannot reach Steve’s pubes, even as the tip of his dick brushes against the back of his throat. But the dark curls at the base are exactly as Eddie pictured. Perfectly trimmed and up-kept, as nicely as the hair on Steve’s head.

Eddie can’t help but pull off Steve to trail his tongue all the way down his shaft. He noses along Steve’s inner thigh, shamelessly burying his face in that thick thatch of chestnut hair. And then he deeply inhales the musky scent of Steve.

Steve groans, shallowly thrusting against Eddie’s cheek, the tip of his cock grazing Eddie’s ear, getting lost in his mane of hair.

A rope of drool connects Steve to Eddie, his tongue lolling from his mouth to rub against the side of Steve’s balls as he drinks in his smell. He dips his chin lower, until Steve’s dick is standing straight up, resting against his forehead.

The noise Steve makes is fucking sinful—completely wanton—as Eddie shoves his nose into Steve’s balls and breathes him in, committing everything to memory. His scent, his taste, his sounds, his face—everything.

Eddie isn’t sure if this will happen ever again. Isn’t sure if it’ll even be acknowledged. So he’s going to enjoy every goddamn minute while he’s so up close and personal with Steve’s cock.

“Ah—Jesus Christ. You are a freak, Munson.” Normally, those words might hurt. But Steve says them with such lust that it can’t possible be construed as anything but a compliment. Eddie wraps his hand back around Steve’s cock and starts pumping him with purpose, sucking his balls into his mouth and rolling them around his tongue. The wet, slurping sounds are totally lewd in the quiet air of the trailer. “Shit. Ohhh—shit. I’m close. I’m about to come.”

Eddie hums in encouragement, keeps his lips sealed around Steve’s balls. His hand flies above his face until he can feel how tight Steve’s balls get, can feel his cock pulsing in his hand.

He pops off, rests Steve’s cockhead onto his tongue, and jerks him off fast and dirty.

“Eddie—Eddie!” Steve’s thighs tense around Eddie’s middle. Cum surges from his slit into the back of Eddie’s throat in thick rivers, coating his tongue and teeth in sticky white release that he happily swallows down.

Fuck, Steve tastes good. Feels good. Sounds even better as he comes with Eddie’s name falling from his lips. Eddie closes his eyes and revels in the moment, lets himself savour the twitch of Steve’s dick as it empties into his mouth, the intrusion as he thrusts into Eddie’s throat, and the threat of himself gagging against it. He keeps swirling his tongue, even as Steve’s cum stops spurting. Even as his noises become high, and his body starts seizing with each flick against his sensitive tip.

Eddie desperately wants to make the moment last forever, doesn’t want to acknowledge that Steve is basically crying from overstimulation above him.

Finally, the fingers in Eddie’s hair tug him away. He whines at the sudden emptiness, wants to lean back in and feel Steve’s cock soften completely inside of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes are still blown and lustful, and strangely soft, as he says, “That was so fucking good.”

He smiles and gives Steve’s knees a squeeze as he leans back, his own shaking under his weight as he hauls himself back up onto the couch. He feels a little weird now that Steve came, because Eddie is still hard. Still wanting. But he also came once himself. Not from Steve’s hands but from his words, and it was enough. Maybe he should just tuck himself away and let this thing end naturally—

Before he can make a decision, Steve is reaching towards Eddie’s lap. “Is this okay?” he asks as he wraps his fingers around Eddie’s cock.

Eddie lets his gaze fall between his legs. His dick gets swallowed up by Steve’s big hands. He likes the way it looks so red as it peeks out from his fist.

“Is that a real question?” Eddie’s hands flounder in the air before they land on the couch cushions and bury themselves there, his nails digging into the upholstery as Steve starts fucking him with his hand.

“I knew you’d be good,” Steve says lowly. “Knew your hands and your lips would feel incredible. I can’t believe how hard you made me come. I wanna make you come like that.”

Eddie’s jaw swings open and his eyebrows knit together, and he thinks to himself that it’s not going to take long at all for Steve to get what he wants.

Steve leans forward, and for a second Eddie thinks he’s going to put his mouth on him, but he just lets a string of spit fall onto the tip of Eddie’s cock and gathers it with his hand, spreading it along his skin that moves in tandem with his strokes. It’s almost as good.

“Oh, Jesus—Steve.” Eddie sucks in a breath as Steve’s fingers tighten, forcing a bead of precum from his slit. “I’m gonna come again. Keep doing that. Keep—keep doing that!”

Steve nods, watching as he works Eddie back to the edge. Watching as he expertly rubs his thumb against the spot that makes Eddie see stars.

His second orgasm is stronger than his first. Eddie’s vision blurs out of focus—probably because his eyes are crossing—and the noise he makes sounds like an animal getting fucking murdered. The muscles in his torso tighten and tense and shudder as Steve enthusiastically jerks his dick, cum gathering in his fist, eyes watching with rapt attention.

Eddie’s body goes limp as Steve slowly lets go of him. When he’s able to focus his eyes, he notices that Steve is looking at his hand in fascination, watching Eddie’s cum stretch between his fingers as he scissors them.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever done that,” he says, bringing his wet hand up to his face. Steve smells his fingers, and then decides to bring them to his spit-slicked lips. One of his fingers pop into his mouth, and he hums around it, as if he’s actually enjoying the taste of Eddie’s release.

Yep. Eddie could definitely, without a doubt, go a third round.

But before his dick does something stupid like get stiff again, he tucks himself away. “And? What did you think?”

Steve pulls his finger from his mouth, grabbing an old napkin from the coffee table to wipe the rest of Eddie’s spend from them. “I think I was wrong.”

Eddie’s heart hammers in his chest, waiting for Steve to start berating him or something for making him do something gay. Even though he’s pretty sure he wasn’t the one who initiated it.

But Steve just smiles and cocks his head to one side. “You definitely aren’t bad at dirty talk.”

A sigh of relief heaves from Eddie’s chest. He smacks Steve’s shoulder, but he smiles right along. “You’re a prick.”

As he stands to grab a towel from the bathroom, Steve calls behind him, “You seemed to like my prick.”

Eddie blushes ferociously. He catches his expression in the mirror and tries to wipe it away, but it’s impossible. He’s just bound to look like a totally fucked-out dipshit for the rest of his life, he guesses. As soon as the water runs warm, Eddie washes his hands and wets two towels. He cleans off his dick and his sticky thighs, and brings the second one to the gorgeous man who’s back to lounging on his living room couch.

“Did you?” Steve asks, taking the towel to better clean his fingers. When he shoves it down the front of his pants, Eddie adverts his eyes.

“Did I what?”

“Enjoy it?”

“Jesus,” Eddie laughs. “Yes, Steve, I enjoyed it. Fuck.”

“Good.”

Eddie sits next to Steve and tries not to let himself feel awkward. “Yeah. Good.”

“Want to watch Labyrinth now?” Steve casually digs into the bag he brought, grabs the VHS and wiggles it in front of Eddie’s face.

“Absolutely,” says Eddie.

They pop in the tape, and the TV screen glows blue before it starts playing through the ads. Steve sits next to Eddie, their thighs pressed up against each other, just like they had been before.

Steve reaches over and laces his fingers with Eddie’s. They stay like that for the whole movie.

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It’s been three days since Steve left. Since Eddie has even heard from him. Keith makes sure they don’t have many shifts together at Family Video (because they never got any work done), so it’s not uncommon that they go this long. But Eddie’s anxiety makes it feel like it’s the end of the fucking world.

God forbid he reach out to Steve himself.

But by the end of the third night, he gets a phone call.

“Hello?” he answers.

“Hey, man.” Steve is on the other line, sounding chipper and unphased.

Maybe Eddie was overthinking it.

“Oh, hey!” he says, a little bit too enthusiastically. He dials it back a bit, clears his throat. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Just got off work. I have the afternoon off.”

“Sweet.” Eddie nervously twirls the chords between his fingers. Time to be brave. “Do you—maybe—want to hang out then?”

“Yeah. That’s why I called, actually. I stole Psycho III from Family Video. Want me to bring it over?”

Eddie’s shoulders sag in relief. Things aren’t changing. Steve won’t estrange himself after what happened, because he’s a good person. Eddie doesn’t even know why he was worried in the first place.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

A few ticks go by, and then Steve quietly asks, “Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m just wondering…”

Eddie waits, the suspense nearly killing him. “Wondering what, Steve?”

“…What are you wearing?”

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[incorrectbatfam]

Who would get snapped by Thanos?

(also on Ao3)

Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.

Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around and—

Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.

Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest one—couldn't have been more than 14—turned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.

The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.

No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.

He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.

That was two down already.

No.

No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.

He picked another number.

It clicked.

"Roy, are you—"

"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. She—she..."

"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."

There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.

"Roy?"

After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.

He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.

"Guys?"

The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.

"Hello? Anyone?"

He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.

"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"

Silence.

He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oracle! I'm glad you're—"

But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.

Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.

Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.

"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"

He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.

"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."

He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.

"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.

"Akhi?"

Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.

"I don't feel so good."

"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.

"I—I don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fists—oh God, they're so tiny—clung to Jason's shirt.

But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.

After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.

"You're still here."

"Arf!"

"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."

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[loner4-life]

(Ok, so, I've had this thing in my idea list for a while, so here me out, this video of Sam Winchester right?)

(What if it's kirishima?)

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Past the Limit

Wc: 1.1 k

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You loved Kirishima you TRULY did with all your heart, but he never knows how to turn down a bet. Especially when it came from Kaminari.

♡

You had been peacefully enjoying your day off from your agency, you couldn't remember the last day you had off just one of the wonderful things about being a pro hero.

The only thing that could've made your day better was your boyfriend here with you. You and Kirishima rarely had days off together so you couldn't help but be irritated that he wasn't there with you.

It seemed like you too barely spent time together anymore. However, he would be home soon and that made things a little better.

You found yourself searching in the kitchen for something to cook for dinner when you heard the door click. Your head turned embarrassingly fast towards the door as you smiled.

“You're home!” you said happily as you hurried to the door and hugged kirishima tightly. “Woah! Hey baby” he said as he caught you. “I missed you” you sighed as you looked up at him.

“I missed you too,” Kirishima said as he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead before taking off his gear by the doorway. “So how was your day?”

You asked as you walked back over to the kitchen, Kirishima following after you as he got his boots off.

“pretty slow honestly” he hummed as he stretched his arms over his head.

"Sorry to hear that…I was just about to start dinner” you said with a smirk as you approached him, taking his hands in your own, “and maybe afterwards we can made the day a little more…interesting”

You purred as you leaned in close but noticed his guilty face and a lack of response. “ah…about that baby..” kirishima said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You sat back up as you looked at him wondering if you did something wrong. But judging by his mannerisms you realized he was the one who fucked up.

“What did you do?” you asked with a groan. “Kaminari and I made a bet…” he said after a moment. “About what?” You asked as you stood and crossed your arms.

“Well we were just talking, then he got an idea that we should see how long we can last without uhm” he paused as he grabbed your hips “indulging y'know?” You stared blankly at him.

“So we can't fuck because of a bet with kaminari?” You asked, slight frustration in your tone. “He said if I won he'd do my paperwork for 2 weeks and if I lost I'd do his” He said quickly in a meek tone sensing your irritation.

You groaned as you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers “fine whatever” you said as you walked back to the kitchen.

“Babyyyy” he said as he walked after you “I'm sorry” he said as he leaned against the counter.

“It's fine dear” you said softly, his blood running cold. “I'll break you within a week” you said calmly as you smiled at him as you got ready to cook dinner.

“Set the table for me?” You said sweetly with deceiving doe eyes. He gulped with a nod “of course”

♡

Over the next 2 days you were relentless. You tease him through the house, and while on patrols. Any opening you had you took it. Yet somehow it wasn't enough, 5 days passed and you had gotten nothing from him.

Miraculously for the first time in 2 months the both of you happened to get a saturday off together and you'd be damned if you were gonna waste it.

When you woke up Saturday morning you rolled over and leaned in close to pepper kisses on Kirishima's neck. you hummed softly as your hand trailed across his chest.

He stirred in his sleep before his eyes opened slowly, a grin grew on his face as he grabbed you hand gently off his chest before kissing the back of your hand followed by one on your forehead before he whispered, “nice try sweetheart”

He teased as he sat up, “how bout I make us breakfast” he said as he got out of bed, his muscles teasing you as he stretched before walking to the doorway before looking back at you.

“Don't worry, kaminari will crack any day now, I know it” he said with a nod as he walked away. You watched him disappear down the hall before huffing in frustration as you fell back on the bed.

“Kaminari’s dead when I catch him” you muttered to yourself as you got out of bed as well.

After a whole day of your usual teasing, you reached a point of giving up, kirishima sat on the couch to turn it on a movie for the two of you as you shut the dishwasher from dinner “What do you wanna watch baby?”

He asked as he grabbed the remote. “I don't know..I kinda just want to go to bed” you mumbled as you walked up behind the couch as you trailed your nails along the back of his neck.

“Oh..” He said quietly as he followed you with his eyes as you stood in front of him. “I'll probably take care of myself tonight..seeing as you don't want to.” you said as you looked at him pathetically.

His eyes went wide “of course I do!” He said quickly. “doesn't feel like it,” you said softly as you got closer to him before climbing into his lap. “you've been ignoring me all week…” you cooed as you leaned in close, your lips centimeters away from his.

He hesitated for a moment, seemingly leaning in to return the kiss before turning away at the last moment.

You leaned in close to his ear. “and that's not very manly of you..” you whispered in his ear. All restraint snapped in him as he perked his head back to face you.

He leaned in before grazing his teeth along your neck, making you shiver. “You know just how to rile me up…” he murmured.

he quickly kissed you, his hands cradling your head as nipped you bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again desperately.

His arm swiftly grabbed under you thigh before pulling you into his lap. “Eiji~..” you said softly as he pulled away.

Safe to say, kaminari won the bet for once.

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- had to get that outta my system 🙏

#my hero academia #kirishima fluff #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #bnha eijirou #eijirou x reader #kirishima imagine #mha eijirou

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Character x Reader (Fluff) (Drabble)

(Alternative Angst Ending Included)

Context: You like giving/making trinkets to/for the love of your life (Character list below)

Links:

TLOU Masterlist

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical fandom things (read tags), OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Fluff:

You giving them a keychain or something of the sort and you think they clasp it on their belt loop or keep it in their pocket but that's actually not how they take it on missions with them because something from you is too valuable to actually be taken out like that where they could lose it.

Same thing goes if you make them jewelry, they think it's too fragile so instead they keep it back in their quarters/place underneath their pillow.

They pull out whatever trinket you gave them that meant a lot to you or you made yourself and they just stare at it reminding themselves that they have you. They hold it close to their heart as the found themselves finally able to sleep, still was difficult away from you.

With all the cruel and fucked up things they've seen in their life, you are by far the only light they have when they are stuck sulking in the darkness.

The one time you gave them a necklace, your favorite one and you begged them to bring it on missions because it was extremely sturdy and was in good condition after all.

They, in turn made a chain and clasped it on that so they can have it hanging by their belt loops so that enemies don't rip it off their neck. (The chain I'm describing are similar to the picture at the top but with chunkier and sturdier chains)

God forbid they actually lose or break something you gave them, they would cry or sulk because they know how much you value it and how your feelings would get hurt.

They were extremely surprised and relieved that you weren't mad at all at them because things like that just happen especially on missions. Instead of being mad, you gave/made them another one. They'll cherish it, that's for sure.

Angst ending below:

They swore to keep it with them to their graves and they did, the shouldn't have made that promise. It cemented their fate...

With their last breath, it was you they thought of. Apologies running through their head for being so weak that they know they're going to fail to come home to you.

Their cold body found in battle, tear and blood stained face while their eyes still open but no signs of life. In their fist was found of a memory of your love that kept them alive till then. The closed fist being held against their heart when they were found..

You couldn't help but fall to your knees, the world around you felt like it was spinning. Your lungs refuse to let you breathe along with the rest of you body betraying you, you choked out a sob. Clenching your hand against the pain in your chest withholding the item you gave them, only having realized that it returned into your hands once more...

Characters in mind:

Call of duty: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong.

The Last Of Us: Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson.

A/n: The amount of tags I used on this post is ridiculous, it was a fucking miracle that I managed to fit everything in. This was originally just supposed to be a fluff fic but my mind was wandering off and I thought of making a part 2 but that seems like too much work for a little paragraph so there

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[keikiri-kitten]

HAUNTED HOUSES ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

a/n: keigo x reader, gn!reader, Keigo takes you through a haunted house, post 385 keigo (wingless keigo), you hate haunted houses and the actors are allowed to touch you, fluffy stuff at the end :))

Ah yes, right in time for the spooky season. When October rolls around, Keigo is your guy. One may assume that spring is his time to shine but that is simply a misconception. Keigo will never miss an opportunity to indulge in some Halloween activities. He loves the rush of the cool wind over his face and the decorations of skeletons along the light posts on the streets. It drives him this season. And for some reason, he has so much that he wants to do now that he has you. One of those activities that he just so happens to lure you into is going through a haunted house. Has he been to haunted houses before? Plenty. At first, going with Mirko and watching her kick a poor actor into the wall was the highlight of his haunted house experience. But going with you takes the cake. This man has seen it all. After seeing real blood and gore, some actors in face paint clicking in his ears and grabbing at his hoodie as he saunters down dimly lit walls is damn near hilarious to him. Not to you though. With his hands in his pockets and allowing you to grip onto his hoodie, you keep your face firm against his back.

You wish he would hurry the fuck up instead of dragging his feet down the damp halls that from what you could hear, held a witch and some demons that are howling in your ear and gently pulling at your top. You only agreed to go out with him tonight because he said it wouldn’t be that bad. You regretted it the moment you saw the promotional video on your phone. Fear settled into you before you stepped foot in the building. Your heart beats at a hard and fast pace. You only saw the doors and the actor who portrayed some form of guide before your eyes shut tight so you could embark on your journey blind. “Keigo! Can you hurry up please?” this is the first time you peek your head over his shoulder– you immediately realize that’s a wrong move.

Keigo’s firm in his stance and walk, pulling a hand out of his pocket to show you the horrors in front of you. The area is pretty much black apart from the white strobe lights. The hallway is way smaller than you imagined and that only meant that the clicking and harsh calls from the actors are closer than you initially thought. “Come on babe, it’s not that bad. Wait ‘till they start chasing you.”

“What?!” as you scream, you get the most horrific looking face forced into the left side of your cheek. You see decayed skin covered in blood and what you could assume was mold as well as bright red and white contacts peer into your soul. The actor in front of you growled out profanities as you scream, making Keigo try his best to hold in his laughter. “Keigo!” you bark, face quivering back into his shoulder.

He gets the hint. You want out and what was he if not a savior of sorts? The retired hero knows more than anyone that you were simply ready to get out of there so after carefully prying your death grip from his hoodie, “if you’re acting like this, I would keep my head down.” The blond holds a wicked grin as he begins to run at a pace you can keep up with through the rest of the experience.

Though you were running, It in fact did not get better. It seems as though seeing you two run made the actors get more aggressive, their yells are louder, they touch your arms and shoulders, they pinch at your ankles and rattle their cages with more vigor. This run earns a certificate for being worse than any gym class you ever had. Really a good scare in Keigo’s eyes. Soon but not soon enough, you both made it back out in the cold October night, greeted by cold droplets of rain.

Panting, you rip your hand from the man and heave over. That made him turn around quickly to check on you. Trying to get your heart to slow down, you place both hands on your knees and hang your head low.

Rolling his eyes and walking closer to you, he holds you by the arms to help you stand tall before embracing you in a hug. His hug is warm, heavy and tight. It was a sign of protection; his arms wrap around your neck in an attempt to make your head feel self. You happily take the position of letting your arms drape on his waist. Shoving your face in his shoulder, you sigh out comfortably. “You know? It actually wasn’t that bad now that it’s over.” The man scoffs, pressing a warm kiss to your temple.

“I’m proud of you for making it out of there alive,” he teases, earning a gentle push…not even rough enough to make him stumble back. You can’t even accept him stumbling back in a moment like this. Pulling your head from his collarbone to look him in the eye, his gaze meets yours and you can see that gentle smile and those gilded eyes.

A gentle kiss is placed to your lips after hearing a disheveled, “Oh whatever,” leave you.

“What’s next? Making out in a corn field?” Keigo suggests, making you smile for the first time after leaving the haunted house. You feel the calm take over you, resting along his body.

“We’re going apple picking. If a villain doesn’t kill me, you will with your little Halloween rush.”

“Lay on a couch for an hour while someone analyzes your recount of tonight. We’ve got so much to do and we don’t have much of the month left.” with his head tilted to the side, he butters you up with a smug look. “I’ve got you, the little monsters won’t get you.” littering your lips with kisses, he tries to soften you up. It doesn’t take much convincing.

“Fine. Only one more scary thing this month and then the rest is you on your own.”

“I like apple picking, too.”

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[ashwhowrites]

ric idea:

nancy has fallen in love with her ex boyfriend’s sister and she doesn’t know what to do. she’s scared, she’s confused, and she talks to steve because they’re friends now and she wants him to know that the breakup was never his fault, she couldn’t love him that way because she literally couldn’t love him that way. she’s gay. and definitely in love with his sister.

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I LOVE NANCY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING HER

Steve is a sweetheart and everyone is happy

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Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington were always the talk of the town. Their relationship had a spotlight and eyes watching everywhere. Then she broke his heart, spilling the truth that she felt as if their love wasn't real love. She didn't feel the things she was supposed to. She didn't feel the things Steve felt for her.

In a selfish way, she thought maybe Steve was the problem, maybe she just can't love him. But then Nancy faced the same problem with Jonathan. Every kiss made her cold, her stomach turn, and her heart racing with anxiety. This isn't what love was supposed to feel like.

Nancy Wheeler wasn't capable of love, and with her parents, it seemed to run in the family.

Steve had an older sister, she moved out at eighteen and moved as far away from her parents as she could. She offered a place for Steve to crash whenever he needed, even though she was far, their relationship was close.

She didn't come home a lot, so when she first met the one and only Nancy, she understood why Steve was still chasing this girl. Nancy Wheeler was gorgeous. Her dark curly hair, beautiful bright eyes, and pink lips.

Steve called many nights about his heartbreak over Nancy, and Y/N felt guilty for finding herself wanting to know Nancy more. But she couldn't forget that this was the girl who broke her brother's heart.

"Nance, this is Y/N, my older sister, Y/N this is Nance," Steve introduced the two. A smirk formed on his face as Nancy blinked and didn't move an inch.

"Nice to meet you," Y/N said politely, moving her hand forward to grasp Nancy's soft hand in hers. Ignoring the way Nancy's touch erupted butterflies in her stomach.

Nancy had no idea why she was stuck frozen to the video store's floor. Her feet couldn't move, her hand was in Y/N's grip and she didn't want to let go. Nancy's heart was beating fast, some type of fluttering in her stomach, and her tongue refused to make words.

And to Nancy's fear, that's how she felt every time she was in Y/N's presence.

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Y/N has been around Hawkins for a month, she grew close to Robin, met the famous Dustin, and a new guy named Eddie. She never heard much about him but he was an interesting character.

Y/N found herself in a rant with Robin, both girls oblivious to the people around them.

"Alright King Steve, think I got a shot?" Eddie smirked, nudging Steve's arm as he looked Y/N up and down. Nancy's ears perked up, finding herself moving closer to Steve and Eddie. A weird feeling in her stomach.

"Not a chance, Munson." Steve scoffed, laughing at Eddie's offended expression. Nancy wasn't sure why, but she felt a small amount of relief that Steve found Eddie and Y/N hilarious.

"Oh come on, no amount of charm? What if she wasn't your sister?" Eddie tried

"Munson, even if she wasn't my sister, she'd still be gay," Steve smirked, watching as Eddie's face morphed into surprise.

Nancy also did not understand why hearing that Y/N Harrigton was into girls made her face flush and her palms sweat.

"Oh great, so Buckley gets her," Eddie groaned, walking away.

Nancy felt her blood grow hot, her eyes locked on Y/N and Robin's body language. Were they flirting? Fuck, did Robin like her?

Wait....why did Nancy care?

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Nancy spent the past week tossing and turning every night. Her brain was trying to figure out these different types of feelings she has been dealing with.

With sleep out of the question, Nancy got dressed in warm clothes and decided to take a trip to a diner. Journal and keys in hand, she started her car.

The diner was dead, just as she expected it to be so late at night. With a sigh, she took a seat in the back booth. An older lady asked her what she'd like. She put in her order and began to write. Writing out every thought, writing out every emotion she has been feeling. Everything that made her confused.

"Seems like you are in love," Y/N's voice came from behind her. Nancy felt her blood go cold and her body froze.

Nancy quickly slammed her journal shut, turning around with a sharp glare.

"Privacy, much?" Nancy scoffed, turning back around. Y/N just read all the different ways she made Nancy feel. Nancy felt like she could die in embarrassment.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read over your shoulder/" Y/N apologized, shaking her head at her own rude behavior.

Y/N stared at the back of Nancy's curls, the words on the page still fresh in Y/N's mind.

"Why do you think I'm in love?" Nancy asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl. She looked beautiful, also dressed in sweats. Nancy assumed she must have been struggling to sleep as well.

"Well," Y/N started, walking towards the other side of the booth and taking a seat across from Nancy. "I believe you are in love because you sound so scared of what you don't understand. Feeling different things, things you thought you would have felt with someone else, I'm guessing what you wished you felt for Steve?" Y/N asked

It wasn't what she wished she felt for Steve, it was what she should have felt for Steve, and for Jonathan.

"I don't think I could love him in that kind of way," Nancy admitted.

"Well, whoever you wrote about, you can love in that kind of way, because you clearly do." Y/N smiled, offering her hand. Nancy felt her palms grow sweaty, wiping her hands on her pants before holding Y/N's hand.

Y/N was right, Nancy was in love....with Steve's fucking sister.

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It's been a week since that night Nancy held Y/N's hand in the diner booth. Nancy understood her feelings and that made it worse. Because now she wants Y/N more than anything. Nancy felt like there had to be a rule to not date your ex's sibling and the way she broke Steve's heart, she cannot imagine him ever being okay with this.

But Steve took Nancy for a spin. A smirk on his face as he walked over to Nancy as she searched through the romantic section of the store.

"A little birdie told me you were in love," Steve teased, poking his fingers into Nancy's sides.

"I am not!" Nancy argued, laughing as her sides tickled from Steve's touch.

"Oh stop it, it is so obvious. You have that look in your eyes, a look you never had for me. But you had it for her the second you met her." Steve spoke softly, he wasn't upset at all. He moved on from Nancy months ago, he understood he just wasn't the one she loved.

"Steve, I'm so sorry. I don't know how or why, and I didn't plan to .."She cut herself off, was she really going to admit she was in love with her ex's sister to his face?

"Didn't plan to fall in love with my sister? It's okay to admit it, Nance." Steve answered for her.

"I've been trying to figure out why we couldn't work, and it's me. I couldn't love you, Steve, because I couldn't love you. I couldn't love Jonathan. I was scared that I just couldn't feel love, but I think I was trying to find it in the wrong place." Nancy admitted.

"I forgive you, and I appreciate your apology. You are not a bad person Nance, you just had to find yourself. This whole town predicted you would become a Harrington, no one said it had to be because of me." Steve said with a wink, nudging Nancy towards Y/N as she walked through the door.

"She hates romance, try comedy," Steve offered his advice, pushing her right into Y/N's arms.

Steve watched with a smile as the girls blushed and laughed.

"I hate to say it, but you are a fucking good guy, Harrington," Robin said with a sigh, throwing her arm over Steve's shoulder.

"I'll find my girl someday, it's time Nancy found hers."

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three: the face of a cold blooded killer ‧₊˚ ⋅ ༘☆*.ﾟ

warnings: swearing

pairing: huh yunjin x aespa 5th member! fem reader

summary: IT HAPPENS...yunjin and y/n have their long awaited movie date that's not a date that is a date that isn't. yunjin realizes something about y/n and y/n learns something she didn't know before. they realize they're alike in more ways than one. and of course, both girls being useless gays. keep your eyes open for the small details i don't mean my typos and run on sentences

author notes: i tried to make this update a little lengthy because i'm not sure how much i'll be able to write this upcoming week (i'm nearing finals). my taglist is still open for those of you all who want to be added in, just comment or drop an ask in my inbox! lastly, feedback, comments, reblogs, questions, literally anything but hateful speech is welcome and very much appreciated!

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you flopped onto your bed and let out an relieved exhale that your day had finally come to a close. with a comeback only days away, you and your members had been finishing work around 2 AM just to get back up around 5 AM. however, for the next three days, work days were finishing early so that you didn’t look tired when the showcase and other activities began. you opened your text messages for the first time since this afternoon, just to see your friends blowing up your notifications. 

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you set your phone aside and opened your laptop to log into the streaming service website that was connected to your Veil app. it took a few tries before you correctly put in your password and found Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. you checked the time again and saw it change to 9:00 PM. not even a second late, your laptop chimed and you saw the video call icon lighting up indicating that your match was calling you. the excitement you had was replaced with anxiety as your finger hovered over the answer button. not wishing to miss the call you answered and immediately your camera turned off and the voice filter was activated. 

there was a beat of absolute silence on both ends of the call until you both burst into laughter at the awkwardness. despite the voice filter and the girl’s blurred camera, you could see her silhouette double over before flipping her long hair over her shoulder when she sat back up once her laughter subsided. she was the first to speak, the smile evident in her voice, “hi jasmine.” you shyly replied, “hi lyra.” silence fell over the two of you once again before you blurted out, “i’m sorry this is so fucking weird!” the girl nodded in agreement and said, “this reminds me of like high school on the zoom calls when you had to ask a teacher a question after class, y’know?”

you let out another laugh and added on, “wait did you ever fall asleep during class on accident or something and you woke up and it was just you and the teacher?” yunjin snorted and said, “not me but one of my friends did and i knew because we would text each other during the class. so when the class ended i kept asking questions to the teacher so i had a reason to stay on the zoom call. but i was also calling my friend’s phone at the same time.”  you admitted between laughs, “you’re better than me because i would have left the call so quickly.” the girl laughed even harder then said slowly, clearly distracted by typing on her laptop, “let me just log into the streaming service-” 

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yunjin hummed to herself as she made her way through the different movie titles that were on her watchlist until she found the one she needed. you both went to press play and just then someone else entered her room and loudly whined, “unnie!!!! i need help with my math homework.” yunjin motioned to her laptop that was very clearly on with you on the other side of the video call as a polite, “now’s not a good time” reminder. eunchae pouted and explained, “i know you’re on a date right now but i don’t know how to do this and it’s due tomorrow. also everyone else told me to ask you since you got into university.” yunjin felt her breath hitch when the maknae said ‘date’ but she tried to brush it off, hoping that if she pretended she didn’t hear it then maybe you didn’t either you totally did. 

eunchae held up the worksheet that she was assigned which had three unanswered math problems on it. yunjin pushed her glasses further up her nose and skimmed them over, not recognizing what any of the instructions were asking. she sighed and said, “i haven’t taken a math class in like 5 years.” eunchae stared back at the paper and tried to make the instructions sound easy, “i only need help on the last one. all you have to do is find an equation of the line tangent to the graph of f at x equals 1.” yunjin looked over the last math problem then said simply, “um…the limit does not exist.” you failed to hold in your laugh at the movie quote while eunchae was far less amused, “unnie, you can’t just quote that lindsay lohan movie at me and expect me to accept that.” yunjin was genuinely stuck because she didn’t remember a damn thing from her calculus class she took in junior year of high school. the american brought her hands to her head and raked her hands through her long black hair, “well i- i don’t know.” eunchae pleaded desperately, “unnie please, anything you remember.” 

you watched the entire conversation unfold before you and honestly you could feel for both parties. when you were in high school, your family was no help when it came to the assignments that troubled you. even now minji came to you for homework help and sometimes you didn’t know the answers when she really needed them. finally you decided to just see if they’d let you help, “hey i know this might be out of place but i might be able to help.” both girls responded in unison almost immediately, “yes please.” there was a smile on your face as you instructed, “yeah sure just send me a picture of the problem. when you looked over the function you felt a slight burst of excitement at the realization that you knew exactly how to solve the solution. 

you grabbed the journal and pen off of your nightstand and spoke as you began working through the problem, “looking at the function, you’ll note that f(1) equals (7/4)e which means the tangent line passed through the point x equals 1 and y equals (7/4)e. also you’ll see that f isn’t raised to a variable power which means the ordinary rules of differentiation do apply. and because this problems is so algebraically complicated, you’re gonna want to apply the natural logarithm first so that differentiation will be easier. now apply the natural logarithm to both sides of the equation and use the algebraic properties of logarithms then tell me what you get.”

on the other end of the call, eunchae was frantically writing away while yunjin peered over her shoulder trying to understand what you were talking about. the younger girl read off her answers and you approved, “right. so now differentiate both sides of this equation, and note that both sides need the chain rule.” once again you waited for eunchae to read her answer and when she did you praised, “perfect so now i want you to differentiate it and read me the answer again.” this time when she read the answer you paused, “mmm look at the last part of the equation one more time. watch the signs.” a smile spread across your face when you heard the younger girl correct herself, “oh it’s plus 2 over 3-x.”

you hummed in agreement and said, “okay now multiply both sides of this equation by f(x). eunchae murmured aloud as she wrote more down and you prompted once more, “now the slope of the line tangent to the graph of f at x equals 1 is?” eunchae read her answer off, and asked, “(7/4)e (53/7- ln5) .so does that mean the equation of the line tangent to that is y-(7/4)e= (7/4)e (53/7- ln5)(x-1) ?” you beamed, “yeah that it! good job, that was a really complicated one honestly.” the younger girl tried to give you credit which you quickly told her, “i might have helped but you did all the hard work on your own.” yunjin stared at the smile eunchae had on her face, one that she hadn’t seen all night because of this exact homework assignment. 

the younger member hugged yunjin for the night and exclaimed, “unnie, your date is so cool!” yunjin blushed at the comment and you felt a small raise in your heart rate at this being the second time you’d been referenced as the girl’s date. before yunjin could try to play it off, eunchae leaned over her member and waved to the camera, “thank you unnie! Byeeee!” you laughed and said, “bye bye.” eunchae skipped out of yunjin’s room with her journal tucked under her arm before closing the door behind herself. 

yunjin apologized, “i’m sorry about that i didn’t think she was gonna come in my room.” you laughed and waved it off, “it’s no big deal really, my little sister does the same thing to me.” yunjin asked curiously, “you have a little sister?” you hummed in confirmation, “yeah she’s 19 right now.” yunjin gasped in genuine surprise, “no way- me too! that’s so crazy.” you agreed and then she asked, “wait- how are you so good at math?” honestly you didn’t know how to answer her so you just shrugged, “i don’t know i’ve always been better at science and math instead of history and languages i guess? like with math and science everything has an explained answer for the most part, and finding the answer is pretty standard. so nothing is really up to individual interpretation, it just is what it is and it’s pretty much the same for everyone.” yunjin leaned on her fist and teased you, “how poetic.” you sucked your teeth and rolled your eyes, “oh hush.”

although you knew time was slowly slipping, you wanted to bring it up while it was still relevant, “she said you got into university?” the american leaned back against her headboard and explained to you, “i didn’t think you’d catch that…but yeah i was supposed to start university in the fall after graduation. then i got a call from my company saying they wanted me to be a trainee for a girl group, and i had to come to korea immediately.” she waited for the typical reply of disapproval she got when she explained the past situation to people. it always led to her explaining far more than she wanted to about herself. however, she was surprised when you asked genuinely, “did you know what you were going to study?” yunjin laughed a bit to herself as she answered, “business.” before you could answer yunjin asked you, mostly as a way to learn more about you, “did you take the college entrance exam?” she was partially expecting you to say you didn’t bother because that’s how most idols ended up. 

she was pleasantly surprised when you admitted, “i finished my second year in university before i had to drop out.” she let out a gasp and whispered, “no way- jasmine-” you laughed and rubbed the back of your neck, “yeah…i was exactly half finished. i managed to balance school and being an idol pretty well but then work picked up faster than i thought it would so school went on the back burner."

yunjin was even more intrigued so she asked, “what did you study?” you answered simply, “gerontology and neuroscience.” there was a beat of silence before yunjin whispered, “what is germontology?” her cheeks grew pink when you laughed a bit before telling her, “gerontology. and it’s basically studying old people problems and neuroscience is brain science. i planned to study parkinson’s or alzheimer's disease.” you paused and realized the weight of the topic so you jokingly added on, “and now i get paid to wear high school uniforms and bark for fans.” yunjin snorted and tilted her head back as she laughed at your unexpected comment. 

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yunjin and you managed to get through the first movie without problems and most of the second one. however, right as there were thirty minutes left you started to fall asleep and yunjin could tell clear as day. you fought to keep your eyes open as you watched the scene play out on your laptop but yawning every few seconds made things all the more difficult. the american asked you quietly, “jas, are you falling asleep on me?” you refused and sleepily insisted, “no, ’m awake.” only for you to begin dozing off a minute later, soft soft snores falling past your lips as your breaths grew deeper and slowed down. she made a mental note of the timestamp so she could rewatch the part with you another time. yunjin knew that you had been working hard on top of it being well after 1 AM so she didn’t mind at all. the fist that you weren’t leaning on was wrapped around your other wrist with your grip slowly loosening as you slept. suddenly, your hand fell onto your keyboard and you accidentally turned your camera on. yunjin’s breath caught in her chest as she stared at her screen, paying no mind to the ending scene of the movie. she panicked and frantically ended the call with her hand over her mouth, holding back a shout since all of her members were also asleep. she sat and stared straight ahead before letting out a breath,

 “oh my god-”

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bonus: tweets from yunjin and y/n +their moots (ft eunchae and her friends)

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Cheating Ghost part 11 - His ending.

Ghost POV:

I lost it all. And for what? For a little toy, for a little smile, for a little weak moment. Sixty goddamn days of my life.

It wasn’t even worth it. It made me lose the job I worked so hard for. Price didn’t want to hear shit after I got my sentence. I tried to explain how it wasn’t really my fault. After all, you and Soap had planned this. No matter how innocent you tried to act in court. I knew what had happened.

I really tried to live with my anger. I had to go to therapy, but that was a waste of my fucking time. I have one little outburst and all of the sudden I am the problem?

I had to sell the house, because of you. Everything reminded me of you, at night I thought I saw you stand in the doorway, I swear I could hear your footsteps, your laugh, your voice. But you were never there. It haunted me, you know that? So I sold it, bought another house. Tried to forget about you. The money I had made during my time in the military, it lasted me a long time. I didn’t have to work, no I could drown my sorrows in liquor and hookers. The funny thing was, money doesn’t last, just like we didn’t.

And I really tried. I tried to get new jobs, but they would never last. God, people are morons and I just cannot deal with them. Do you know how hard it is to keep your house when you’re not able to keep a goddamn job? And furthermore, do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship when you’re not able to hold a job, when the bills are stacking up?

God, and even if I could hold a job, I’m not able to keep a relationship, I keep searching for a piece of you. Even when they’re a perfect match, they’re still not you.

I hate myself for letting you go, I crave how predictable you were, I crave your touch, your voice, you.

Yet at the same time, I am so angry at you for taking everything from me. I deserve better than this. You took everything I worked so hard for.

The anger is tucked away, for now. It reappears whenever I hit the bottle. Everything I’ve been holding in comes out then. It’s not a pretty sight when I get my shit together again, it makes me feel ashamed.

Your little action has made me unable to look into the mirror. I see my fathers eyes whenever my eyes linger to long on the man I see in the mirror. I became what I hated the most and I can only blame you for it.

I even tried to make up with the last woman, the one you found the video of. I went to her house, tried to explain myself. I even apologised for calling her my toy. She had the audacity to laugh at me. She told me to fuck right off. Hell, she even pulled her girlfriend to her side when I asked for a second chance. It left me broken. Not even my back up wanted me anymore.

Lately I’ve been wandering the streets, as a soul without a purpose. I avoid the large windows, I cannot stand to see my reflection in them, the shell of the man I was supposed to be. I had such a good life ahead of me, but it was all ruined. My days are filled with sorrow and time is slipping through my fingers.

It is a good day, a beautiful day, so I decide to go to the park, maybe it would ease my mind, before I would go home and get drunk again. I wander around in the park, aimlessly, the sun on my skin is a nice feeling, it beats the feeling of feeling sorry for myself.

My heart skips a beat when I see you. You’re standing close to the water, and I can’t tell what you’re saying to the man in front of you, but you look happy. The clothes you’re wearing fit your body perfectly, and truth be told, you look better than you’ve ever looked before.

God I miss you. I miss you so goddamn much. I start to make my way over to you, I want to talk to you, maybe there is a new chance for us to be together. The guy you’re with can suck it, I can show you what you deserve.

My blood runs cold when I see the man in front of you go down on one knee.

No.

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Glimmer 27/? Billy Butcher fic

Tag List: @2dead2function @secretdreamlandmentality

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Chapter 27

In the back of his mind, Billy knew that cut would heal in seconds on Addison, but still seeing the blood drip down her fair skin filled him with absolute rage and terror. Fuck every goddamn person on the planet if anything worse happened to her.

This was his fault. He knew it was. He pushed and pushed until he made a person break. If only he had been able to keep her with him…but he was a total cunt. 

Billy stood, gripping the back of the chair as he forced himself to watch the video feed on the screen in front of him. He wouldn’t be surprised if the metal frame on the chair splintered right under his hands. 

The man leaned closer to Addison again. The slice on her chest sealed closed but blood was dripping down to soak into her tank top. The man smiled at the sight then seemed to say something to Addison that Billy could not hear. 

He could tell she was still heavily drugged and she didn’t seem to know what was even happening. She hadn’t even flinched when he cut her and she couldn’t fully open her eyes or hold her head up. 

This was emphasized when the fucker tried to get her to look at him and she couldn’t quite do it. He wrapped his fingers around her neck to hold her chin up and drug the tip of his knife down her cheek, then laughed again as more blood ran down her jaw line. 

“I want those coordinates now,” Billy roared, picking up the chair and slamming it back down on the ground. 

But the next words that came made his blood run cold. 

“Are you watching this, Butcher? You watching?” The man flung his arm out, and his knife grazed Addison, a big gash opening on her shoulder.

“Butch-her?” The maniac chuckled. “I just met her! Oh watch this…”

He pushed her tank top aside a little then started to cut into her chest, just over her heart. When he stepped away again it was clear that he had carved a letter ‘B’ and he laughed the loudest yet. Blood dripped down her skin in a macabre pattern, emphasizing the letter. 

Billy felt like he’d been tossed in an ocean of ice. This cunt was doing this to hurt him, not her. Just like…

“I have a triangulation,” a voice came from a corner of the CIA room of computers and screens. “I can’t get a lock, it’s bouncing around but I have an area.”

“I want it now!“ Butcher bellowed. If MM hadn’t put his hands on Billy’s shoulders at that exact moment god knows what he would’ve done. 

“William -“ Mallory started. 

“I don’t give a fuck. We’re going now. I’m going to find this fucking cunt.” It seemed clear it wasn’t a supe and, beyond that, he didn’t give one single fuck. He would rip him apart, limb by limb. 

The agent was typing furiously as Billy stalked over to him when suddenly a shrill ring came across the feed and the man answered a cell phone. Everyone in the room froze, watching the screen. When he hung it up he was still grinning and he cut a long stripe down the length of Addison’s arm. 

“Well it looks like my fun for tonight is starting to come to an end. A little birdie tells me you’re honing in on me now so I think I’ll skedaddle,” he grinned. “But I’m really a nice guy so I’ll even help you out a bit. And maybe you’ll even learn more about yourself! I thought this might happen so I had a contingency plan ready to go. I have to admit even after everything I’m still curious if you actually love this dirty little supe bint or you’re really just fucking her for kicks so I set up a little experiment for you. I’m gonna give you two addresses. Yes, our little Addi here will be at one,” he cupped his hand around his mouth, “don’t worry I’ll be long gone,” he dropped his hand again, waving his knife around in the other. “But I found a nice girl to keep the other place warm and cozy too. Completely innocent. Young. Hopeful…” he shook his head smiling wide. “You choose.” He listed the two addresses gleefully then held up his hand. “Oh, duh,” he shook he head, “I might’ve, uh, rigged some explosives at both places. Big ones!” He gestured animatedly. “Addi might be able to handle this little knife,” he leaned closer, “but how much shrapnel do you think she can take? Eh,” he shrugged. “We’ll find out.” 

And then he was gone, Addison left hanging in the dark.

Billy was already out the door, MM hot on his heels. “Butcher!” He shouted. “Which one we goin’ to first? We only have your car…”

As Billy plowed through the door he almost knocked Frenchie to the cement but Kimiko grabbed his arm. 

“Fuckin’ good,” he growled. Maybe they had a chance. “Kimiko, with me, MM go with Frenchie. We’ll take the first place,” he shouted over his shoulder to MM, climbing into his car. Kimiko hopped in the opposite side just as he gunned the engine and they were gone, tires squealing.

*******

Fucking hell… Addison tried to call out but only a whimper escaped. Her head felt like it was stuffed with hot cotton. She gasped, trying to take a deeper breath and shook her head. It had never, ever hurt like this, but she had to get the fuck out of here. She couldn’t remember much but she was pretty sure she heard the word bomb. And Butcher…. Something about Butcher. Oh he was going to be so fucking mad. 

Something tickled at her skin and she managed to blink her eyes open. Her shirt was covered in blood…a lot of blood. Holy fuck, what happened? The fucking cunt. She didn’t know who the man was that had been taunting her her but she knew she was going to find him and kill him.

Butcher was right, he’d been right all along, and she’d let her stupid stuck-up, narcissistic, pride get in the way. He was right about her. Maybe he was right about everything. 

Tears stung in the back of her eyes but fire flared up from within her. No. She was here, she was alive, and she knew she was stronger than anyone had ever given her credit for, even herself. Addison took another breath and growled, summoning whatever was left of her energy from deep inside. She pulled it up, up through her body and into her arms and she jerked her hands apart. The chains holding her broke, clattering to the floor. 

For a moment she thought she was going to collapse but she held steady, forcing herself to breath, to stand, to do this for herself. Somehow she gained her own steadiness and this time tears of utter happiness sprang to her eyes. And then the fire set in again. 

She felt like maybe after another minute of building her strength she could find that piece of shit and tear him apart. She was sure he had only just left. When she caught up with him…

Addison took a step and when her footing didn’t falter a sense of strength she’d never felt before welled up inside of her and she felt like she almost had enough fire to run out but she didn’t have to. In the next moment two big arms were wrapping around her. 

“Chèrie!”

Addison blinked. MM and Frenchie were standing in front of her, MM holding her up. But only one thought came to mind, and a desperate sob escaped her before she could control it.

“Where’s Billy?!”

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Chapter 28

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Chapter 40: Little Bit...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Stalking/Minor injury (Blood)

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,404

Chapter 40

Jimin’s POV

“There she is. Baby, are you okay?” Jungkook asks, jumping up from where he was seated at the island, looking relieved.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m so sorry if I worried you.”

“Yeah, we were a little shaken at the intensity of your emotions, but we knew you were meditating and tapping in, so we didn’t want to disturb you,” I explain.

“Intense isn’t the word. The heatedness made me jump out of bed. I woke up in a puddle of sweat,” Jungkook added.

“I’m so sorry,” Tia apologizes for waking him, and Jungkook wraps her in his arms.

“Don’t apologize for that. You’re still getting the hang of all of this. I was about to get up anyway. I missed you too much.”

Namjoon and Taehyung join us from the media room to check on Tia.

“I’m not gonna lie, I did peek down at you after the heat subsided but you were sleeping,” Namjoon admits.

“Wow, this is wild. My session did get very stifling, and it felt like fire was running through my veins,” she says as Jungkook is releasing her from his embrace, only for me to take her into my own arms. “I couldn’t take it anymore and had to tap out,” she admitted, looking deflated.

My heart aches for her, but I don’t know how to help her or even if I can. She’s mentioned that this is a journey she must walk alone. When she looks up at me, I rub her cheeks, and smile lazily and she returns it.

“It’s okay, beautiful. It’s okay,” is all I can think to say in hopes to keep her encouraged.

When we all move to sit at the island, but I grab a cold water from the fridge before taking a seat, sliding the bottle to Tia. She thanks me and gulps it down quickly. So much so that Taehyung gets up to grab her another. We sit here for a little over an hour and ask her tons of questions, being extremely curious about her experience. She tells us all about it and answers our many inquiries.

Since this is the first opportunity that we are all here with no obligations, we decide to make and enjoy dinner together before having a night of drinks, karaoke, and video games. Any problems or stress is the last thing on our minds as we sing and dance the night away.

I may have had one drink too many, just a bit past my limit, because I’m damn near falling asleep when it’s just a little past midnight. Laying across the couch, I watch as Tae and Jungkook finish their last game, and Tia is straddling Namjoon on the chair in the corner. I may be lit, but I see the guys catching glances, taking their eyes from the TV screen every now and then. Even over the sound of the game, I can hear the smacking of Tia’s lips against Namjoon’s, which forces a smile on my face. I think it’s safe to assume that Tia hasn’t found out how to shut off transmitting or how to control broadcasting her feelings to us. She is obviously turned on and wants Namjoon badly because my dick is hard as fuck. Taehyung and Jungkook look at each other, trying not to laugh, as they move to adjust themselves in sync.

“I need you right now,” I can vaguely make out her voice from across the room. She stands and takes Namjoon’s hand, leading him up the stairs.

“Fuck! That was strong!”

“Man, what?! I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life,” Taehyung answers Jungkook.

“I hope Namjoon is ready. It seems like it’s going to be a long night,” I mention to the guys. 

Tia’s POV

My heart pounds in my chest, the excitement and need to be conquered by him taking over my system. We can’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough, ripping, pulling, and tossing clothes around the room carelessly. We make it to the bed, which is illuminated by the moonlight through the window, where he helps me to lie down gently before kneeling between my open legs. My body is quivering with the anticipation of our first time together. Also, the length of him that I felt while straddling him may be adding to it. 

He dips his head to get a taste of my essence but I grab his ears, stopping him, unable to wait. I need him inside of me.

“I want you,” I say to him.

“You have me…all of me,” he says, his warm breath against my thigh.

“I need you inside of me.”

“Is this you asking nicely? I think you can do better than that, don’t you?” Namjoon starts to play, collecting the wetness between my lips and rubbing his digits along my slit.

My mouth falls open as his hands are finally touching me where I need him most. He slides two fingers into me and finds that spot instantly, caressing it slowly. I’m still holding on to his ears but the pull is no longer there. A moan forms in my throat and escapes my lips without permission.

“I will give you whatever you want, Little Bit, all you have to do is ask nicely,” he taunts and sits up, releasing his ears from my grip. He digs deeper into my pussy and watches. The way that he’s observing me is like an artist viewing their art, looking for ways to tweak something here and there to make it perfect. He takes notice of my expressions, how my body moves, and how my nails are digging into his wrist. 

“Ummm, please,” is all I can give him right now. I’m so horny, and his fingers inside of me feel too good. I can feel myself leaking into his palm. I’m close.

Namjoon continues his movements and asks, “What do you want, little?”

I’m right on the brink of ecstasy. So close that my mouth is wide open and my eyes are beginning to roll.

He notices and stops.

“Speak up, baby.”

“Namjoon, I want you. I need you inside of me,” I say on a whimper.

“What else?”

“Please. Please, Namjoon. Give me that dick.”

He stands to lean over my body, pressing his soft, thick lips against mine. High key, I could cum right now but I’m trying my best to hold out. I don’t want to come like this. Not for our first time. I want to feel him. Just then, the heat from his tip taps at my entrance and he starts to slide into me. The stretch takes me by surprise and I gasp. My reflexes kick in, and I grab onto his biceps, digging my nails into his skin. 

He halts himself, rests the majority of his body weight on his forearm next to my head, and uses the other to rub my face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“No.”

“Are you sure, Tia? We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I want you, Namjoon.”

His pelvis remains still as he kisses me so deeply and passionately that I could melt. I suck his full bottom lip between my teeth, licking softly across it before letting go with a suck. The grip I have on his arms begins to relax, and he moves to kiss my cheek, licks across my jawline down to my neck, where he sucks. My body responds to his touch, it relaxes, and I move my hands to hug his neck, one hand traveling into his hair. I feel him pull out just a bit, lubricating his tip in my juices, before he inches in a bit more. 

“Ummm!”

“You can do it, baby. Relax, and take me. I got you,” he says against the shell of my ear. The depth of his voice and the warmth of his breath sends shivers down my spine.

His arms are now under my body, one hand hooked over my shoulder and the other around my waist. The way he’s holding me, so tight, makes me feel safe and secure, like nothing will ever harm me as long as he’s near. He repeats his previous actions, pulling back a bit then pushing in.

I hiss as the stretch is insane, but I don’t push him away. While it is slightly uncomfortable at the moment, just being here with him, wrapped in his embrace, and knowing that he will fill me up so well in just a bit, makes it all worth it.

“We’re almost there, baby. You’re doing so well, taking my dick like a good girl.”

Again. He slides in a little more.

“Ah, Namjoon.”

“Open up for me, mama. Just a little more.”

Back, then in. This time, he pushes in all the way.

“Oh, my God! Namjoon!”

“Shhh, it’s okay. You did so good, baby. You did so good,” he soothes and begins to move the tiniest bit with his face buried in my neck. “Fuck,” he whispers then begins to lap at my throat and nibble at my jaw.

I’m completely stuffed, full of him. My body, now becoming familiar and stretched to accommodate his girth, begins to move with him. Slowly, we begin to dance to the same rhythm, his thickness grazing every inch of my walls. The feeling is commanding and I feel as if I’ll overflow. The knot in the pit of my stomach pulls tighter.

“Fuck, Tia. You feel so good. You’re so wet for me.”

“It’s all for you, baby,” I tell him and kiss any inch of skin I can reach while holding him close to me.

“Damn, I could stay in this pussy all day.”

He pushes in with a little more force, dragging his fat tip across the roof of my canal with more pressure.

“Joonie, fuck! Stay right there. Right there. Don’t stop,” I hope he can hear me, my voice is barely audible.

He does and answers, “I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.”

Keeping the same, leisurely pace, he pushes in a little deeper, sending heat throughout my entire body. When he pulls one of his hands from under my back and places it on the bottom of my abdomen, pushing down slightly, it focuses all of the heat on that area. I can feel his dick stroking across his palm through my flesh, sending different sensations to my leaking pussy.

“Oh, Joon, I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” I warn.

As if sensing my hesitation, he says, “Relax your body, and breathe, Little. It’s okay. Trust me and let go.”

Trying to follow his instruction, my body goes limp while he doesn’t miss a beat, still pumping into me at the same tempo. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, still paying attention to the sensations he’s providing.

“Good job, Little. You’re almost there.”

The knot in my stomach, with his hand still over it, unravels, and I cum hard, the feeling amplified due to my intentional focus and mindfulness. My orgasm crashes against me like a wave that pulls me under. Screaming his name, I claw at the duvet, trying to escape the insufferable pleasure. I am not running away from the feeling he’s providing…well, not entirely. It’s the feeling I try to avoid, ESPECIALLY in bed. That indicator, like I have to pee, is so powerful I can’t hold it back.

“Don’t run. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He talks while looking down at me, “Take me, Tia. Just like that.” He releases a sound from his throat, like a moan and a growl combined, “Good girl. Such a fucking good girl, shit.”

The climax seems to go on forever and the feeling is so overwhelming that I begin to sob with fat, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. My pussy weeps as well, my thighs and his stomach are soaked, the warm gush dripping down my ass onto the bed. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re such a mess. Such a beautiful fucking mess. I love it,” he says, wiping my tears. He doesn’t stop fucking me until I’ve come down and my breathing regulates. 

“Come here.”

He pulls out of me and guides me to lie with him, cuddling me from behind. He lifts my leg for easier access and lines himself to slide back into me. This time is much easier with my body now used to him, but still, his strokes are nice and easy. My entire body is ablaze with his large hand holding me closely, his fingers splayed across my abdomen. This, in combination with his gentle grunts and his hot kisses on my neck, has me about to plunge over the edge again.

If I wasn’t packed to the brim with his fat dick, the gentle rocking his body is creating could possibly lull me to sleep. Instead, he finds that special spot and abuses it, not letting up, and driving me crazy. With his free hand, he grabs me by the jaw and moves my face closer to his to give me sloppy kisses as I moan and whimper into his mouth. He eases up, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

“Let’s switch,” he suggests and lies back on the pillows.

I straddle his hips with my back to him.

“Oh, reverse cowgirl, huh?”

“Not quite,” I say, reaching between my thighs to guide him inside of me.

When my pelvis is flush with his, I straighten my legs and carefully lay my back to his chest. With the height difference, I can feel his chin on the crown of my head. His arms automatically wind around my waist to hold me against him as he begins to move his hips. 

He’s only a few strokes in when he says, “Oh, shit. This ain’t gonna work, babe. This feels too fucking good.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I can’t help but tease him. “Fuck me, Namjoon.”

“Shit,” he whispers.

He grinds into me slowly yet deeply. His heavy pants into my hair tickle my scalp as he’s grunting and moaning. The position allows even more pressure to my vaginal ceiling than before and his penis is throbbing inside of me, making me climb closer to climax even quicker. His left hand finds its way up and around my neck and his right hand travels down to my clit, the groans that escape me should elicit a new level of embarrassment. But, no fucks are given as I transcend into orbit. 

Namjoon is not far behind when he says, “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside of me. Give me every drop, Joonie.”

“UH, FUCK!”

He splatters his cream deep within my walls, and his hips shudder as he rides out his high.

Another POV

Tony is going crazy, not knowing how Tia is doing or what she’s up to. He continuously paces back and forth in the same place, biting at the skin on his thumb, trying his best to resist the urge to text or call her. He hates the fact that all of the listening devices he’d planted no longer connect. He did hear that one was found by the officer that’s always around her and he’s assuming the one he hid in the bouquet of flowers Brandon had him deliver was thrown out with the wilted flowers.

Leave that woman alone. Don’t make us regret getting you out.

Jason’s words echo in his head, playing over and over and over again. “Fuck!” He’s so deep in his thoughts, only pulled to his senses when he bites his finger a little too hard, drawing blood next to his nail bed. When he looks to examine the damage, he’s bitten a chunk of skin away and it’s bleeding pretty bad. It would make sense for him to try to clean it and put on a bandage, but instead, he grabs his coat from the back of the couch and leaves the house. He’s sure he’ll feel better if he could just see her, even if it’s just a glimpse.

Jimin’s POV

The sounds coming from the bedroom sound mouth-wateringly delicious. My dick is painfully rock hard just from listening to them. Tia and Namjoon have been going at it for over an hour now, and knowing Tia, she will fall asleep as soon as they finish. Knowing this, I know I’ll have a solo session tonight to relieve myself. I leave Jungkook and Taehyung downstairs to suffer together and come upstairs to shower. When I make it up to my and Taehyung’s room, I flick the light on as I cross the threshold. Stepping into the area, I feel like I’m not alone or that I’m being watched. I just chalk it up to one of Tia’s emotions transferring to me, which wouldn’t make sense with her current situation, yet I shrug it off. I begin to undress and prepare for my shower, grabbing the bottle of lube on my way out.

Jungkook’s POV

Once Jimin abandons us downstairs, Taehyung and I wander into the kitchen, deciding to take a few more shots. Tia and Namjoon have been playing for a while, and I’m sure she will be knocked out as soon as they’re done, so we decide to entertain ourselves. We chat about this and that and are really enjoying each other’s company.  After hanging for a bit, we’re on our way down to the theater room, and I swear as soon as my foot touches the bottom step, a feeling of uneasiness comes over me, causing me to freeze in place.

“You feel that too?”

Only after hearing his voice do I turn around to Taehyung.

“Yeah, something’s not right.”

“Do you think Tia’s emotions are fucking with us again?”

“Probably so. Let’s just go watch the movie.”

We both dismiss the feeling and get comfy on the bean bag chairs.

Namjoon’s POV

Finally having Tia all to myself is beyond amazing. I wonder if she notices when I wipe my own tears from my face. This experience is perfect, and I would love nothing more than to make her happy for the rest of my life and many lifetimes after this. 

When we are done with our love session, I know she’s sleeping when I say something to her and she doesn't respond. That, and the fact that she is breathing heavily and her body is limp. 

“Let me up so I can get you cleaned up, babe,” I say again, with no response. Finally, I gently roll her onto her side so that I can get up and get her as clean as I can without her having to shower. 

In the bathroom, I grab a bath cloth and soak it in warm water and suddenly get a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something isn’t right. Ignoring it, I return to the bedroom to find Tia sitting straight up in bed.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know just yet, but I think Tony is here, or he’s on his way here.”

“Wait, what? How do you know? Are you sure?”

I don’t do well under pressure and begin to panic, only wanting to be able to protect Tia. It’s like I’m glitching, turning this way and that way, unsure of which direction I want to go or what I should do first. I’m pulled out of my whirlwind of emotions when I glance at Tia again. Head raised to the heavens, her eyes are doing that thing again, fluttering rapidly. 

Suddenly, a strong feeling of bravery, strength, and defense hits me like a ton of bricks. There’s no denying or ignoring this feeling, as I can feel that Tia is intentionally sending this signal. I find my pants that were strewn on the floor and collect Tia’s clothes, placing them next to her. I think to go and get the guys, but I open the door to Jimin rushing out of the hall bath, soaking wet, trying to clothe himself. We’re speaking about our suspicions, and I tell him what Tia said. He moves past me to peek in on her just as we hear Jungkook and Taehyung rounding the staircase.

“What the fuck is going on?”

I reply to Jungkook by informing him and Taehyung of what Tia had warned. As we continue to converse at the top of the stairs, Tia comes out of the room now fully dressed. Jungkook runs to his room and comes back with his 9mm in hand. Leading the way downstairs, we follow him into the living room, all of us peeking through the blinds.

“Call the police,” I try to say as calmly as possible when I see the silhouette of a man standing still at the end of the driveway.

“What?”

“Tae, call the police. There’s someone standing right next to the mailbox.”

“Oh, shit,” he says after finally seeing him, takes his phone from his pocket, and steps into the foyer to make the call.

“I’m going out there,” Jungkook announces and begins to move from the window.

“No, the fuck you’re not,” Jimin replies as Tia and I relay the same sentiments.

“JK, just stay in here until the cops arrive. I know you are the police, but you’re not on duty, AND he’s not, technically, trespassing as he’s standing in the road,” I try to convince him.

“A few units are nearby and will be here in about 3 minutes. Just stay cool, Koo. The cops will come and arrest him, maybe not for trespassing, but he is violating the restrictions of his bond and the restraining order,” Taehyung reports.

That seems to appease him, and he calms down a bit. I go back to the window next to Jimin.

“He’s still there. Hasn’t moved,” he says.

“Good,” I say, hoping that he gets caught in his own trap.

“He’s going to try to run away, but there will be a man walking his dog who will collide with him, making him fall. He is still going to get away, though, but there’s no need for us to worry. He’s not going to be able to harm us and will be going to prison soon. Also, the neighbor is going to live with us,” Tia says so calmly and matter-of-factly.

“Huh?” I would be on the floor laughing at Jimin’s expression if we weren't in such a serious situation. I’ve never seen his eyes so wide.

A moment later, we can hear the sirens coming closer, and he does, too. He bolts for it in the opposite direction of the sirens. I can barely see him until he’s in front of the neighbor’s house, right under a street light. A man with a little brown and white dog is coming this way, and Tony runs right into him, causing them both to fall to the asphalt. He springs back up and limps away.

Finally, a police car yields next to the man with the dog, and he points the officer in the direction Tony went. A couple more units pull into the drive, and Jungkook goes out to meet them while one of the officers speaks with the neighbor. They ask us all several questions, and the last officer returns with the neighbor. When he approaches, I get the same rollercoaster of emotions I’ve gotten with the guys. I look around the group, and judging by how they’re all exchanging looks and trying to communicate silently, I assume they feel it, too. That and the fact that he seems to be entranced by Tia, which is not surprising, but still an indicator.

“Hey, I live a few doors down. I’ve meant to come by and introduce myself but could never find the right time. I hate that we are meeting under these circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you, finally.”

“You should have come on by. It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m Tia Monroe.”

“Tia…I love that,” he says, reaching out to take her hand.

“Hey, baby. Hey,” Taehyung says to the dog, squatting down to pet him. “What’s his name?”

“Mickey,” the man informs him.

“Don’t be rude, Tae. He hasn’t even introduced himself yet,” Jimin reprimands.

“Ah, I’m so sorry,” Taehyung apologizes. “Please don’t mind me. I love animals, so I got a little too excited, and he’s so cute.”

The man just laughs at Taehyung’s cuteness.

“No worries. I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok,” he says, extending his hand to greet us all.

All of our eyes seem to go to the same place as he extends his arm.

“Oh, shit,” I say.

“Bro, you good?” Jimin asks.

“Oh my God! Are you hurt?” We all crowd around him and Tia jumps into action, pulling at the man’s clothes, searching for a wound. Her hands are all over his torso and under his shirt, worriedly inspecting him.

He gasps when Tia’s hands graze across his skin and grabs her wrist, halting her movements. I can’t see Tia’s reaction from where I’m standing and I wonder if it mirrors Hoseok’s. The look in his eyes is as if he wants to eat her up, his desire is palatable. They stand staring at each other like that for what seems like hours, then he rights himself, snapping back into the moment, and slowly releases Tia’s hand.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he questions, obviously confused.

He looks down to see what we are all going on about, only to find that his jacket is bloodstained.

“Oh, damn…this must be from that guy. I’m okay. I’m not hurt,” he reassures us.

Before they leave, one of the officers lets him know that they will have to take it in as evidence. While it isn’t winter yet, it’s still a bit nippy out, especially in the middle of the night.

“Would you like to come in? You must be cold,” Jungkook offers.

I wonder if he can feel it…the pull. He’s got to be one of us, judging by his effect on me. On us.

Nervously, I’m observing his eyes, looking for any indication of what he will say next.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” he says politely.

“No intrusion at all. You’re more than welcome,” Tia says.

“Okay then…I would love to,” he accepts.

And then there were five…another piece has been added to our puzzle.

#joonslfttiddie #bangtanwhq #ambw #bts fanfction #bts smut #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoesok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #haunted house #reincarnated lovers #reincarnation #black protagonist

[vampire-bite]

“Who did this to you” with Sam and Bright Eyes?

hi so fun fact i was not here for the frederick videos, i never saw them. but i love found family so i read through some recaps and. did my best. idk man, this isnt great but its self indulgent!

i guess im a bright eyes apologist now? i tried to make this pretty neutral cause I havent seen the videos but. i guess im an apologist

i also guess the end of this is open? sam and bright are not completely good with each other by the end of this theyve just started to open up to the idea that theyre more similar than they thought

if you prefer reading on AO3, its over here

@badthingshappenbingo

By the time Bright decided to show back up, the sun had already started to rise, enough that—although Frederick had only agreed to rest if he continued to look—Sam could do little more than stand on his porch and watch the woods around him for any sight of the unruly newborn vampire.

They'd stormed off the previous night, and despite the undeniable tension between the two, Frederick had nearly driven himself mad looking for them all day. He still cared about them, and probably always would, no matter what they were like. Sam really couldn't bring himself to be surprised, but he also knew that it wasn't safe for Bright to be out on their own when they were still in the bloodlust.

It had been over twenty-four hours since they’d disappeared, and they were bound to need blood soon. From the less-than-close eye he’d kept on them, he knew they left more time than ideal between feedings, but he hadn’t said anything. 

He recognized the actions, remembered doing them himself, but this was different. The situation was their own fault, and they should have known better.

The light from the rising sun filtered through the trees, meaning they would’ve had no real way of getting back even if they wanted to. He was getting ready to call Vincent and ask if he’d seen anything, when a figure broke through the treeline and practically threw themselves onto the porch to get out of the sun. 

Bright was panting heavily, had burns running down their arms and legs, and, most concerningly, was drenched in blood.

Sam felt his stomach drop at the sight of them, soaked in blood, and he wondered how much of a mess they’d left in their wake. He stared at them, feeling anger bubble up inside of him, and reached forward to grab their arm. “Where have you been? What the hell did you do?”

They just glared at him, yanking their arm away and scowling; it just made his annoyance rise. He wasn’t the one who had run off to god–only-knew where, likely leaving a trail of destruction.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You ran off. Do you know how worried Frederick was?”

Their expression darkened in response, and they snarled, something dangerous crossing their features. “Fuck that,” They cursed, trying to brush past him in a swift movement only for him to grab onto their arm hard enough that they yelped when his hand closed around a burn. 

He couldn’t even bring himself to feel bad, caught up in the anger he felt. “You’ve already been told that you can’t just run off on your own, and this is exactly why.”

“What does it matter? I came back. I’m still alive.” They tried to wrench their arm free from his grasp, and just glared at him when they failed, “I’m not listening to another lecture.”

His voice was darker when he spoke next, angry and harsh, “What. Did. You. Do?”

For a moment, he thought they weren’t going to respond at all, from the way they bared their teeth—fangs out—and how he could practically see their walls going further up. There was a long moment of silence.

Then, before he could say anything else, their bitter voice muttered, “Why don’t you just kill me already, since that’s clearly what you want?”

The words made his blood go cold. They were just trying to provoke a reaction, he knew it, but the words were still disturbing; as much as he didn’t want to dignify it with a response, he couldn’t help himself.

“You think that?”

They paused, eyeing him cautiously for a moment before they nodded and gave him a look like it was obvious. 

“I know it. I can see it in the way you act,” They said, no doubt or even anger left in their tone, just resignation, and it gave him pause, “You want to hit me.”

He reeled back, letting go of their arm and staring at them in horror. Of course he didn’t want that. It was hard to tell whether they were being serious or just trying to provoke him further, but their tone made him lean towards the latter. The words were chilling.

Their eyes were fixed on the ground, so he reached forward to put a hand on their shoulder to try to get their attention.

Once they saw his hand coming towards them, they flinched away, making him freeze.

Suddenly—with all the anger and resentment stripped away from them, without Frederick’s pain and his own self-hatred weighing down on him—it seemed like he was seeing, really seeing, them for the first time. And the person standing in front of him wasn’t the bitter, wrathful newborn who had bitten off more than they could chew. No, in front of him, their body trembling slightly, was a frightened kid.

“Shit,” He muttered, watching them shrink further away from him, “Kid—”

“I’m not a kid! Stop treating me like one!” They snapped, the venom in their voice falling short of hiding the hurt and fear behind it. Sam wondered whether that pain had always been there; if he’d just missed it because they’d done better at concealing it.

He remembered how he’d acted as a newborn, the anger that filled every moment, the pain and hate he’d felt. And suddenly, their actions seemed like more than just a bad attitude. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Their eyes barely flickered up to him, a scowl forming at the words. “You know that, right?” He spoke slowly, forcing himself to seem much calmer than he felt despite the guilt starting to build.

He stepped towards them, and they responded by continuing to back away, only stopping when they had almost gotten into the sun. They glanced back, clearly calculating, and then took another step back—apparently unconcerned about getting burned again as they got ready to bolt.

Rushing forward, Sam grabbed their arm and pulled them back against his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them to keep them from running.

They fought against his hold, screaming at and fighting against him, but he didn’t budge.

Finally, when they found themselves completely unable to get free, their body went limp, legs giving way beneath them. And then they were crying, sobbing loudly and openly, and all he could do was hold them up as they broke apart.

All the fight had left them; they buried their face into his shoulder as they shook more intensely than before, clinging to him in a way that left him clueless of what to do. Something inside of him twisted violently at the sight of them so torn apart.

“I’m sorry…” They sobbed, tears soaking into the sleeve of his jacket, “It’s all my fault. You’re right to hate me.”

His heart twisted further at the words. The look they gave him, hopeless with guilt, made him feel sick. So he just held them tighter, resting his chin on top of their head and holding them to try to give them any sense of security he could.

Bright continued to shake in his arms, though their sobbing died down into whimpers that sounded like they were in pain; and Sam realized with even more clarity that they were just a kid. A kid who was scared, and angry, and resentful of having their life taken from them. A kid who was hurting just as deeply as he had been. As he still was. 

A kid who he had been failing since they were turned.

And, most pressingly now, a kid who was hyperventilating, breath coming out in short, rough bursts of air.

"It’s okay, kid. I’ve gotcha. Just—” Both blood and tears were soaking his clothes, he felt horribly out of his depth. His voice dropped to a quiet murmur as he tried to be soothing, “You've gotta breathe for me.”

For all of their fronting, when they were like this, he could see how utterly drained they were. He knew they hadn’t been feeding as often as they needed to be, and he was willing to bet they hadn’t been sleeping. They might’ve not needed to, technically speaking, but they were so clearly exhausted that he knew it’d do them good. 

They shook their head, wheezing as they grabbed at the back of Sam’s jacket desperately. He gently rubbed their back to try to get them calm, feeling obligated to at least do that much. “With me. In….And out…”

Their breathing began to even out slowly, still coming out in shaky hiccups but being more steady than the gasping they’d been doing before.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” They just sounded defeated, frame still trembling. “I don’t deserve it. And I don’t want you to pity me.”

He’d be the first to admit that he hadn’t kept as close of an eye on them.

It was just easier, letting them handle themselves with the bitterness they showed everyone. Besides, with the way they isolated themselves, the pain and hurt they caused Frederick couldn’t slip through their bond. But he was beginning to realize that it was likely a mistake.

He shook his head and frowned. “I ain’t pitying you. I don’t hate you, either.”

Really, when it came down to it, he didn’t. Attitude or not, he couldn’t bring himself to truly hate them.  And they were his responsibility.

“And you don’t need to deserve anything. I’m not doing anything except keeping you from having a damn panic attack.”

They didn’t seem convinced. 

Trembling fingers pulled up the bottom of their shirt, revealing several wounds on their torso and stomach, including one that looked like they’d been stabbed and another that looked like the imprint of teeth.

“The blood is mine,” They whispered, voice filled with shame and so quiet he could barely hear it even with his enhanced hearing, “Mostly, at least.”

Oh. Oh.

Suddenly, his earlier harshness seemed cruel. He’d assumed the worst of them. It wasn’t an unreasonable assumption, exactly, but he didn’t know if he’d have jumped so immediately if it had been anyone else.

They looked up at him, expression unreadable, and shrugged. "Someone attacked me."

Nonchalant. Stoic. It was like this was a regular occurrence, like they’d grown used to it.

“Who? Who did this to you?”

They frowned, looking hesitant to answer him.

“Who did this to you?” He pressed, trying to be at least slightly gentle with his pushing at them so that they wouldn’t bolt or panic again despite the force in his voice.

A protective feeling was flaring up in him, something he didn't expect to feel towards the sour teenager. And yet, he couldn't deny the urge to hold them close, make them feel safe; and he knew he had a responsibility towards them in this situation, no matter how either of them felt about it.

Even as he tried to be gentle, they still seemed panicked, shaking against him. He sighed softly, shaking his head and gently placing a hand on the stab wound on their stomach to start healing it. 

“I don’t know how much I’ll be able to do. But I can at least get the bleeding to stop,” He said, voice staying as soft as he could manage, “Talk to me, kid. If someone hurt you…”

They pushed at his chest, scowling once more, “What? You’ll pat them on the back?”

He rolled his eyes in response to their reply, but paused after a moment, a bit of guilt returning as he realized they were being completely genuine. It was almost hurtful that they thought so low of him. But he supposed he hadn’t given them much of a reason to think otherwise.

Keeping his hands firmly against them, one still healing them while the other rubbed soothing circles against their back, he watched them glance down at his hand and go to speak, only to just bite their lip and drop their gaze to the ground.

“Bright….” 

Their breath stuttered out, uneven as they seemed to melt into the gentle touch. Yet, despite how it was clearly easing them, they pulled away and sat on the edge of the porch. Their legs hung down, dangerously close to the sunlight, for only a moment before they pulled up their legs to their chest. 

A long silence fell between the two before they finally spoke.

“Don’t,” They started, a small whimper leaving them as they pressed their forehead to their knees, “Don’t do that.”

He reached his free hand out, hesitating before placing it against their jaw; he began rubbing his thumb along their jawline as they took another deep, shuddering breath.  They rubbed at their eyes as tears began to form again, and he swallowed thickly. 

Pulling the hand he was using to heal away from them, he looked over the—admittedly messily—healed wounds. The stab wound, at least, was completely healed, as well as the bite mark. Many slashes were scabbed over, but several smaller cuts were still open even if not actively bleeding. 

Brushing their hair out of their face felt like far too gentle of an action, considering their tumultuous relationship, but he did it anyway. “Do what?”

They sniffled, angrily wiping at their eyes once again before pulling their legs closer to themselves, arms wrapped around them tightly as they hugged their legs against their chest. “Pretend to care. I can’t stand it.”

That stung more than he wanted to admit, more than he understood, but he just nodded.

“Not pretending, kid.” The denial came easier than he’d expected, and quicker than Bright had expected if the look on their face was anything to go by. 

Still, they just scoffed, curling in on themselves more as they stared at the sun shining on the ground. They reached out one of their hands, tracing a finger along the edge of the light and staring at it longingly. Sam just watched, frowning, as moving forward and getting the slightest bit of sun on their skin made them wince and recoil before trying again.

Moving closer, he gently placed one of his hands over theirs, holding them down and out of the light. He squeezed them lightly, both to help keep them out of the shade, and to try and offer some form of comfort.

“Can you at least tell me why they did it?” They stubbornly shook their head and he sighed. “C’mon, kid. You’ve gotta give me something to work with here. I want to help you.”

The last part seemed to break them, but the response he got just left him more confused. “Everyone here thinks I’m just a screw up.” Muttered beneath their breath and dripping with unconcealed resentment. Yet, they didn’t look at him, eyes still firmly fixed on the light that they couldn’t truly feel on their skin ever again.

He knew the look in their eyes. He’d felt that same longing for over a decade now.

“There’s something wrong with me,” They whispered, voice breaking slightly, “And I don’t know what it is. But I know everyone can see it. And I know I can’t fix it.”

For all that they had tried to seem strong and rageful, there was an undeniable pain in them that he hadn’t seen before. Now that he had, he couldn’t believe that he’d ever missed it.

Then again, maybe he just hadn’t wanted to see it. It was too similar to the same pain that he had become intimately familiar with; that he felt every day since he was turned.

“I don’t want this. I never would have chosen this.”

He had been feeling thick, stinging guilt the whole time, and it had clouded his mind. It still did. But the sinking feeling that their two situations weren’t so different was starting to weigh down on him as strongly as an anchor. Now he was just feeling sick.  All he could manage was shaking his head and sighing. 

“Let’s get you inside,” Grabbing their hand and helping them to their feet, he tried extremely hard not to think about the realizations he was having, “And out of those clothes.”

As he shrugged off his jacket, they watched him with something like suspicion, which only worsened when he put it onto them. It practically swallowed them, and they just scowled and pulled it around themselves.  

He led them inside, his arm around their shoulder as they wordlessly followed and let themselves be set down on the couch. They looked lost, and smaller than he’d ever seen them; the sight made him pause.

“Kid?”

They looked up at him questioningly, head tilting slightly to the side. 

“I don’t hate you. And whatever might’ve happened…. You didn’t deserve this. For whatever that’s worth.”

Their gaze softened, the change slight but distinctly noticeable due to their usual scowl and glare. He turned around before they could see his small smile, leaving to go get them clean clothes.

Luckily, Frederick was still asleep when he slipped into the room, and even with his conflicted emotions, Sam couldn’t stop himself from gently ruffling his hair with a fond look.

“Shit, kid. What have I gotten myself into?” He muttered, staying quiet to not wake him up.

That thought was only intensified when, by the time he had gone back to the living room, he found that Bright was also asleep. Curled up into a ball on the couch and holding tightly onto his jacket that was still around their body.

#bad things happen bingo #redacted audio #sam collins #bright eyes redacted asmr #uhhh #found family #whump #Who Did This To You #which IS directly said for once #probably out of character #probably not canon compliant #probably bad

[queencherryberry]

Ummm…too much weed was involved writing this. *runs away hiding*

Tags: @alyyaanna @alyanamrossi @crossrhodez @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @freegardenbanananeck and anyone else who wants tagged

Warnings: oral(male receiving), masterbation, daddy kink, degradation kink, filth, just filth

Chapter 7 of Brothers Best Friend

A few months had passed since then and today was the last day of school for you. You were one of the few students who were graduating early. You were also going to finish moving in with Cody since Randy was moving Kim in with him. You gave Cody a quick kiss before trying to head out the door. Cody grabbed your arm gently. “Do you have to leave dressed like that? It’s not fair. I want to be the only one who sees you dressed like this.” He pouted. He was also sneakily trying to put a hand between your legs and slid it up. You swatted his hand away. “Tell you what, nail me after school then. But for now I have to go. Brandi and Kim are waiting outside.” You gave him another quick kiss and hug goodbye before heading out. During the hug you had decided to practically suffocate him with your chest just to tease him. “You’re a fucking tease babe! I love you. Have a good day.” He said as she walked out the door. Cody looked around the house already bored out of his mind. He decided to go make some videos for his OnlyFans.

The day he couldn’t get you off his mind. He kept imagining what he’d do to you once you got home. “Stupid sexy ass mini skirt. Her ass was practically showing. Wait…was she wearing panties this morning, I’ll have to double check when she gets home. Fuck…her tits looked massive today. Come on! Almost there Cody. Just a few more strokes. I can feel it. Come ….on…..” Cody sat on their bed just jerking off and talking himself into finishing. He grunted and stroked himself faster. He was so close he could feel it. He imagined you were sucking his dick. He gritted his teeth and came hard into his hand and all over the floor. “Fucking slut is definitely getting it when she gets home. It’ll be my surprise if she is wearing panties when I lift that stupid skirt of hers. God damn it! She’s not here yet. Stay down.” He mumbled to himself and then yelled at his own dick. He cleaned up his mess and went to take his sixth cold shower of the day. About an hour later and he was back at square one. He spit on his hand and started jerking himself off. His mouth fell open as he closed his eyes and imagined that his hand was your mouth. He stroked faster remembering how you looked on your knees with tears down your throat as he shoved his full length to the back of your throat. He moaned, feeling his orgasm peeking around the corner. He threw his head against the pillows and arched his back off the bed. He was close; he could feel it. You walked in the doorway and blushed seeing him like this. You’ve actually never seen him masterbate before, and he looked so sexy it made you wet. He moaned your name and stroked faster imagining he was face fucking you. You quietly set your phone down and took off your jacket and shoes. You took your crop top off and sat next to him. He practically jumped out of his skin feeling your mouth sink down on his dick. He panted and watched your head bob up and down. “When the fuck did you get home kitten? Fuck that feels nice….” He moaned out. He watched you go to town on his dick as his orgasm built back up. He fisted your hair and started thrusting up into your mouth. He was hitting the back of your throat and tears rolled down your face. You dug your nails into Cody’s thighs and relaxed your throat making it easier. You looked up at him with an innocent look and massaged his balls. In less than two minutes he dumped his load down your throat and you swallowed every drop.

“I fucking love you kitten.” He said panting and pulled you up to his face and kissed you roughly. He groaned, tasting himself on your tongue. He bit your bottom lip just hard enough to draw a little bit of blood. He lapped at the blood drawing out a moan from you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. His hands grabbed at every exposed skin you were showing. “You’re a fucking slut for what you wore today. Left me here all hot and bothered with blue balls…” He paused to grab a fist full of your hair and pulled. “It sounds like you wanted punishment, you whore. Huh? Is that what you were trying to do princesse? Make daddy horny all day with no way to satisfy his needs? The one good thing you did was strip and suck my dick. That does deserve a reward.” He kissed your neck. “Also, when did you get your tits pierced? They weren’t like that yesterday morning kitten. You’re just a fucking tease, you slut.” He then proceeded to bite down on your neck. “Daddy!” You whined. You gasped loudly. You couldn’t think of a response, you only whined.

Soon you found yourself bent over the bed and he lifted your skirt. He grabbed your waist and rammed into you from behind without warning. You moaned as he started at a rough and fast pace. You whined and arched your back. His fingertips dug into your hips. He bit the back of your shoulder and then wrapped one of his hands around the back of your neck. He found his pace and kept going at it. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” You started screaming. You started seeing stars as your orgasm was building. He grabbed both your arms and held them behind your back. You cried out when his hand connected with your ass. You were loving every bit of his roughness. He ripped off your skirt and your fishnets. He pushed your face into the mattress. You came undone under him. Soon he followed suit. When he was finished he slowly pulled out panting. He let go of your hands and pulled you up to his chest. He turned you around so you could face him. He rubbed your back and kissed your head. “You did say I could nail you when you got home. I missed you sweetheart.” He placed another kiss on your head and held you close. He picked you up and laid you on the bed. He spooned you from behind.

#wwe #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader #bookshelf #cody rhodes smut #brothers best friend

[bincutie]

Day 4: Thigh Riding with Song Mingi

Warnings: Thigh riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial/edging, Mingi is mean, mentions of sexting, punishment/mentions of punishment, use of the word whore, Mingi mentions the other members wanting to fuck mc, reader has a vulva, no specific pronouns. 

Word Count: 1.5k (Shorter than the others I’ve done so far rip)

The smirk on Mingi’s face makes you want to cry, and you genuinely do tear up. His evil grin only widens when he notices, his big hand gripping at your hips, forcing you to move against him. You cry out, trying to pull your hands out of his grip, but he won’t let you. 

“Aw baby, you want to touch me, hm?” You nod. You shut your eyes, unable to look at him when he laughs. “Well then you should have thought about that before you decided to act like a whore.” He tenses the muscles in his thigh, making you moan helplessly and wiggle against him. 

“Mingi please just-” 

“No.” You whine at him, knowing you’re a long way from getting what you want. You can’t even try to appease him with your kisses. He won’t let you. Somewhere deep down, you know that you deserve this, but you aren’t going to admit that to him. Especially not when he’s torturing you like this. 

Maybe trying to distract him all day wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. He was noticeably stressed when you almost made him late to practice because you were whining for him to stay with you. He was short with you when you tried to call him. And when you started sending him the pictures of yourself? You should have taken his lack of a reaction as a clue that you were in deep already, but no. You decided to keep pushing him. You sent him pictures of your body clad in lingerie, the new sets he had just bought you. Sent audio recordings of you whining and moaning, the faint buzz of a vibrator heard in the background. And when you sent him a video of your hands working away between your thighs Mingi lost it. He made it home in record time, trapping you in his arms before you had the chance to run away. 

The way his arms squeezed you, making sure you couldn’t get away, and the way his voice sounded when he whispered in your ear where are you going, little dove? turned your blood cold. You could only swallow, breathing shakily. He moved you to the couch, turned you to face him and pulled you down onto his lap. And now here you are, straddling his thick, covered thigh with your panties dangling off of your ankle are your shoulders aching from the way he has your arms restrained behind you. 

“I told you, countless times, that I had a busy day today. But instead of listening, what did you do?” You’re silent, biting your lips and trying not to cry out for him. He jerks you forward harshly, making you gasp. “Answer me when I ask you a damn question. What did you do?”

“I ignored you..” He raises his eyebrows at you, tilting his head slightly. “And… tried to distract you by doing stuff that I’m not supposed to.” He tenses his thigh again, making your face scrunch at the pleasure. “Mingi, please. Just touch me properly, I promise I won’t do it again.” He shakes his head, tutting at you. 

“You never learn, do you dove?” You whine again. You decide to give up on getting him to free you for now, instead trying to angle your hips to provide yourself a proper amount of stimulation. Unfortunately, he notices, and keeps you from shifting. “You know, I’m not the only one who heard that little recording of you. Practically begging for my cock, isn’t that pathetic? Yunho certainly thought so.” Embarrassed tears are pricking at your eyes, but you can do nothing but let them fall. Mingi licks at your cheek, humming at the way they taste. “Is that what you wanted, dove? To be a whore for my friends?” You shake your head quickly, making him laugh. 

“You could have simply asked if that’s what you wanted. They’d love to see you fucked out all for them. They’ve told me so.” You whine at that, trying yet again to get your hands out of Mingi’s grip. With a grin you know you should be wary of, he lets you go. Your hands are immediately on his shoulders, you’re leaning forward to plant sloppy kisses on his mouth, jaw, neck. When your kisses become too heated for his liking, Mingi pulls away from you. 

“Don’t get too excited, dove. I only let you go to give you more leverage.” You give him a confused pout, your eyebrows furrowed. “You’re going to ride my thigh until I tell you to stop. And you’re not going to come.” Your stomach drops. 

“But I want you.” He shrugs.

“It’s either this or nothing at all. You better get to work before I get bored.” You restrain yourself from releasing a frustrated growl, knowing that it will only piss him off. Your muscles relax just a little when he allows you to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He hums, and you know he’s starting to get impatient. 

As soon as your hips begin to move, he lifts his leg up, pressing his tensed muscle and rough fabric of his pants against your already sensitive pussy. You whine, your hips jerking away from the sensation. He pulls you back in though, prompting you to continue. You start again, your pace slow. Mingi sighs.

“I know you can do better than that, dove. Faster.” You rest your forehead against his shoulder, rolling your hips forward and back again and again. The oversensitivity quickly turns into pleasure, and you’re biting Mingi’s shirt to stifle your moans. You forget what he told you earlier, your hips pressing harder and faster into him. He lets you do it, and you don’t even notice his smirk, too busy chasing your high. His nails dig into the skin of your sides, but it only spurs you on. Your cries are getting progressively louder, until they’re high in pitch and you’re sure the neighbors are going to knock on your door with complaints. Just as your body starts to tense, Mingi is holding you completely still. 

“What did I tell you?” Your heart sinks, your head dropping onto his collarbone as you pant. It feels like your entire lower body is aching. 

“Mingi, please. I’m sorry, just please let me come.” You cringe internally at how desperate you already are for him. You can’t really blame him when he scoffs. 

“After the stunts you pulled today, I don’t know if you’re going to be coming all week.” You whine in protest but he doesn’t give you a chance to speak. His hands are pulling you over his thigh once more and you tense. 

“Mingi I don’t know if I can- at least give me a minute, please-” 

He doesn’t respond. His pace is slow but he drags you down hard against him, the friction almost painful against your clit. He hums, his chest vibrating against you as you hug his body tight against yours, tucking your head under his chin. 

“It’s too much!” He doesn’t stop, but he does press a soft kiss to the top of your head. It instantly melts away most of your worries, and he offers you the quietest of praises as he helps you rock into him. He lets you take over once again, his hands resting on your hips. It doesn’t take long and you’re getting close again. This time, you’re paying attention. You stop yourself before your orgasm creeps up, but Mingi seems to have other plans. 

His grin has returned, his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips once more, and he’s dragging you against him again. His pace is faster than before and your back arches into him. 

“Mingi wait, I can’t! I’m gonna come, please let me come.” Your eyes are closed, face scrunched as you use all your strength to hold back. He only grins as the desperation in your voice.

“No.” Your fingers fist his shirt, searching for some form of stability. You’re shaking your head, trying to lift yourself off of him, but he holds you tight. You release dry sobs, your head thrown back when you just give in. “Mingi- Coming!” Your abdomen tenses, your body shaking against the man. Your chest is heaving when he finally stops, his arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you close to him. He pets your hair gently, cooing at you in his deep voice. 

“I’m sorry, Mingi. I’m sorry, I can’t take anymore. I-” He shushes you with a soft kiss and you can feel the way his lip twitches in a smirk.

“We’ll talk about your punishment later, dove. Just let me hold you for now, hm?” You nod, too tired to address the quiet nervousness resting in your gut at his mention of a punishment. “You did well for me, my little dove. I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it, it’s alright.” You nod against him, inhaling his scent when you press your nose into his shirt. 

“I love you, Mingi.” He smiles, pulling you up to sit properly in his lap. He kisses your cheek, arms wrapping tighter around you to keep you warm.

“I love you too, dove. Now rest, you’ll need it later.”

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kpop x reader smut #song mingi smut #mingi smut #mingi x reader #mingi x reader smut #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez x reader smut

[lunaladybug734]

super rough draft/ wip ? of a steddie X reader I’ll probably never write

“Munson, after you’re done sucking face with your girlfriend, do you mind coming up here and helping us clean up?” Steve snapped, an edge in his otherwise familiar authoritative tone.

Steve liked to think he had evolved, that the mean spirited, judgemental kid that he used to be had grown up and changed, but it was clear a part of that “asshole” as so many people affectionately put it, was still in there, sneering with an ugly jealousy every time he saw Eddie the Freak Munson kissing, hugging, laughing with or even looking at you, because why him? How was a guy like that- who probably used 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner- the snide little  voice in his head added bitterly, able to have a girl like you? What could he possibly say so effortlessly to you to make you laugh like that, how could he be so calm and confident in your presence when Steve had to rehearse in the mirror for 3 hours every morning just to greet you for 1 second without stumbling, steve, the former king of Hawkins high who could charm the pants off anyone, was reduced to feeling jealous of Eddie Munson. The world must truly be Upside Down. 

“I’m sorry Steve,” you were saying, snapping him instantly out of his trance and bad mood. Your sweet voice and genuine smile made his cold exterior melt instantly, and he caught himself smiling back at you as your eyes met. “I didn’t mean to keep him, I’ll let him get back to work.”

“S’ fine,” he found himself replying quickly, and far too softly, ducking his head towards the register to avoid your unwavering gaze, “don’t worry about it.”

The fuck? The little voice of reason rang through, could he be anymore obvious?

“Poor Steve,” Eddie sighed, voice as  theatrical and airy as if he were narrating a D&D game, “jealous and embittered by his crippling loneliness.”

Robin laughed at that, making Eddie’s eyes crinkle with delight as you simply shook your head, fighting a small, sympathetic smile. 

Steve could tell Eddie was joking, but that didn’t stop his blood from running cold at the possibility that maybe his totally normal, not at all obsessive, crush on you was obvious to everyone else. 

“Come on Eddie,” you said, leaning forward on your tip toes to kiss the long haired boy’s cheek, “you go ahead and I’ll come back on my lunch break.” 

Steve pretended to busy himself at the register, counting quarters and dimes for the 4th time to watch Eddie hum with contentment, taking your head in both his ring adorned hands gently and kissing you once, twice, three times on the mouth. 

“I’ll see ya later, gorgeous.” Eddie said lowly, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs affectionately before opening the door to Family Video to let you out. 

“Love you.” 

“Love you, baby.” Was your reply, making Steve’s heart pang with a lethal combination of jealousy and guilt at the exchange. Eddie was a good guy, after everything the two of them had been through together, Steve had to admit that. He admittedly often found himself genuinely enjoying the long haired boy’s company, but even with that in mind, you were like a haze, blinding him to truth and reason and giving him a tunnel vision to see only what he wanted, you. 

#fic wip #steddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

[ecopportunityx]

I want you to finally post your eox playlist and to see your rationale for the songs

Ooooh I've been waiting to share this for a while:

Explanation under cut because this is like 50 songs:

Finkles World: Kid's theme song. Childish with a sadness to it, a bit of how they miss Zeller and how the world is so new to them in there.

Kiss Me, Son of God; The Charasmatic Smile: That's Bass!

Bite the Wax Tadpole; Man Made Object; Sleepwalk; Counting Sheep; Invalid: Bass dream stuff.

Your Signature Here: EOX employees getting the job and having to move to a suck-ass location.

Flashy Man; I Am a Song!; Nothing Bad Ever Happens to Me: Brian :-]

Puppet Loosely Strung: Bass' opinion of Brian.

My Idea of Fun: Brian's opinion of Bass.

The Hitchiker; Robot Assisted Suicide: Bass scooping Brian's brain out and putting them in a jar.

Brainchild; I Earn My Life: Chantal </3

Collectables; Interesting Times; 9 to 5 at the Morgue; Working for Google: The grating mundanity of working for EOX setting in.

Crutch: Everyone having to find ways to cope with work at EOX (Zeller with Moradonyx, Ashley with weed, Chantal with coffee)

No One Wants to Play: Back to Bass again.

Lagtain; Cold as February: Things just feeling cold and gray and shitty.

The Promise Keeper; Dog Doesn't Bite: THE EXPERIMENT GOES WRONG.

Blood: Carnage, but mostly Zeller looking for Kid in the mess.

Point/Counterpoint: Zeller dying.

Small Shock: Immediate aftermath. Playing as Kid now.

Life in Transition: Starting out, figuring things out.

#BrooklynBloodPop!: There's blood 👍 hope this helps.

Decision Decision: Kid having fun making choices :-]

Daisy Bell, as performed by IBM 7094: It's Daisy!

Strong Wind, Slicked Back Hair: More Kid having fun exploring.

New Way Out: General messing around having fun getting through the facility theme.

PHR (2_771 EDUCATIONAL VIDEO): Pure atmospheric stuff. 'S what the comic sounds like to me.

Here We Are: More atmosphere.

Run Rabbit: Tenser moments! Arm beast and stuff.

No Money Down, Low Monthly Payments: BPB :-]

Don't Hold It Against Us: Please don't judge me for using a FNAF fan song .

Eye in the Sky: HP watching over you :-]

My CRT; I'm Real, I'm Alive: The AI!

Toothless Dream: The dream sequence!!

Return to Me: Bass wanting Brian back LOL

Take Stuff From Work: Ashley lol

Amalgam: HP :-]]]]

When Will You Die?: Everyone is so fucking sick of Bass

Horse's Head; Death of a Bike Thief; Death Parade: KILLING HIM KILLING HIM KILLING HIM (doabt is really interesting to me tho 'cause the bike is a representation of freedom and autonomy so it also works very directly for brian's body)

Kiss Me, Son of God (alternate version): Bass dying

Leaving: End of the comic. Lyrics are the hover text on the last page, even.

Finkles World (Reprise): Bye-bye.

#asks