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Part 1 was fab, thanks so much darling, so why not a part 2? Alright so months later Y/N (me) is on her spring break vacation and she somehow manages to convince Elijah and Klaus to take her on a yacht. Rebekah had bragged to Kol and his brothers also hinted at what happened previously with Y/N so then he says he wanted to join too. Kol and Y/N have fun skinny dipping in the ocean and when it lands on the island, it’s quite literally a fuckfest. So it’s 3 brothers x Y/N although I want to make this one a reader insert if that’s okay. {kinks: cock choking/gagging, tit fucking, overstimulation fucking, lots of degradation, little praise, ass play, squirting, double penetration, and messy/sloppy sex (idk if that’s a kink tbh)}.

Magnificent

Did I spend a long time on google trying to find an image of them together? yes

Did I give up? also yes... So instead... here are three pictures of them in the sun...

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Just a quick little ménage à quatre with Klaus, Elijah and Kol... on spring break...

♡♡ Thanks for the request darling Aurora... this was such an insane challenge and I loved every minute of it. I personally wouldn't survive this, but it was fun to write! ♡♡

8.8k words - Warnings: this is by far the wildest thing I've ever written, smut smut and more smut, my Elijah bias coming in hot... dom!Mikaelsons, blowjobs, oral sex, rim job (f!receiving), gagging, overstimulation, choking, squirting, anal, dp, beach sex, yacht sex.... it really is a fuckfest. So much cum, a ton of dirty talk, sir kink, daddy kink, lots of degradation and praise... probably missing something, but you get the gist.. it's extremely horny... so strap in and enjoy...

You stretched out on the sofa at the Mikaelson compound, phone in hand, browsing through social media. You let out a heavy sigh as you scrolled through your friend's photos on vacation, posted only a few hours ago. You were happy for them, really. You just wished you had fun things to do too. It was spring break and you had no plans, Rebekah was supposed to be here, the two of you planned to spend the week together. But she ditched you to go to Mystic Falls to go see some guy named Matt who didn't even seem very interesting.

Elijah walked in, lifting your legs so he could sit on the sofa. He set your legs down on his lap, and you continued to browse your phone, noticing another picture of a girl in a bikini, holding a margarita, in front of the ocean.

You let out a huff, closing the app, and dropping the phone on to your chest.

"What is the matter?" Elijah asked, placing a hand on your shin, caressing you gently.

"Everyone is having fun on their spring breaks, except me. I don't have any plans," you complained, staring up at the ceiling.

"Why don't we go on the yacht for a few days?" Elijah suggested, a smile forming on his lips.

"You have a yacht?" You asked, sitting up on the sofa, resting your back against the armrest.

"Of course we do darling," said Klaus, who just entered the room, standing behind the sofa, putting his hands on the backrest and looking down at you.

You gave him a wide smile and then glanced at Elijah, their proximity reminding you of a certain memory. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered the way they had both fucked you senseless. You bit your lower lip, as your eyes traveled from Elijah's eyes, down to his lips.

After your ménage with Rebekah and the boys you had come back for more from Elijah. The two of you had a series of secret rendezvous, whenever the rest of the family were away. Elijah had a way of making you feel so good, and when things got really heated he made you call him something special. Something only the two of you shared.

"Sunshine, endless sands, alcohol, good music, the sea... What more do you need?" Klaus said, smirking when he caught the look on your face, breaking you out of your dirty thoughts.

"That all sounds wonderful... What else is going to happen there?" You asked, as Elijah ran a finger up your shin, his hand traveling up to your bare thigh.

"Whatever you desire," Elijah said, giving you a knowing smirk.

"Can we bring Kol?" You asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.

They both looked surprised and a little annoyed, it amused you to see their expressions.

"Why?" Klaus asked, his lips pursed, and brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Why not?" You shrugged. "We are just going to have fun. And besides... He's always being left out," you said, trying to be as neutral as possible, looking at both men as you said this, trying to read their reactions.

Elijah just looked at you, trying to hide the jealousy, but his face was giving everything away. Ever since you hooked up with them, you realized how much power you held over them. They would literally do anything you asked. Of course you would never take advantage of that power... At least not very much... You just wanted to be able to have a little bit of fun and spice things up with the three men, and it wasn't going to work without Kol.

"Kol can be... Insatiable," Elijah warned, giving you a knowing look.

"Kol behaves like a horny teenager, love. Don't you want this to be a classy affair?" Klaus added, his gaze moving over your body.

"Please?" You asked, looking at them with wide, innocent eyes, a teasing smile on your lips.

"Very well, if you wish for Kol to come, he can come. Just try to keep him under control," Elijah said, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

Klaus groaned and bowed his head in defeat, running his fingers through his hair.

You beamed, hopping on Elijah's lap, straddling his hips. "So when can we leave?" you asked, your eyes lighting up in anticipation.

Elijah grabbed your ass with both hands, kneading your cheeks, "we can go tonight."

You cupped his face, "oh I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun," you exclaimed, pressing a quick peck to Elijah's lips and then jumping off his lap and heading to pack, getting ready for your little adventure with your three favorite guys.

The yacht was extravagant to say the least, meticulously decorated and very well kept. You were in your private quarters, unpacking your various bikinis, deciding on what to wear to go sunbathe. You felt two hands grab you from behind and turned your head, seeing Kol smirking at you.

"I don't know how you did it but thank you," he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of it.

You leaned against him, humming, closing your eyes. He squeezed your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, taking a look at the bikinis that you had sprawled on the bed.

"Oh, this one's nice," he said, grabbing one of the pieces of cloth, "but I'd like it better on my floor," he chuckled.

You chuckled too, "why am I not surprised?" you said, grabbing it from him.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and let you go. He laid down on the bed, stretching like a lazy cat. You decided on one of your new bikinis and headed to the bathroom to change into it.

Kol sat up and watched you walk away, "why aren't you changing in here? There's plenty of space," he said, scooting back on the bed, making room for you.

"What gave you the impression I would do that?" you teased.

Kol gave you an offended look, placing a hand on his heart. You shook your head and closed the door, getting changed quickly, and returning to your room. You sat on the bed next to him and pulled out your tanning lotion from your suitcase, taking the time to lather your arms and legs in it. Kol's eyes followed your movements, watching your fingers trail along your skin. You glanced at him and smiled when you saw him lick his lips as you put more lotion on your hand and applied it on your chest.

He reached over and took the lotion from your hands and gestured for you to get on his lap. You turned and sat sideways, your legs dangling off the bed. He massaged your shoulders, then moved to your arms and your back. You let your head fall back against his shoulder as his hands traveled along your body.

"I heard this rumor," he whispered, his breath warm on your ear, "about you having a bit of fun with my siblings," he said, as he slipped his hand under the hem of your bikini bottom and squeezed your butt cheek, "and me being left out," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You turned to face him, "who told you that?"

He gave you a smug smile, "let's just say, someone has been doing a little bit of gossiping about what happens in the compound."

Your eyes widened when you realized what he meant, "Rebekah!" You gasped. "Well... Now she's the one who's being left out," you giggled.

Kol hummed in approval, his lips forming into a lopsided smile, his eyes wandering your face and neck, lingering on your chest. His gaze traveled to your cleavage, as you pressed your boobs together.

"So what you are saying is that it's true? Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah. How was that?" He asked, looking at your eyes again.

You blushed and averted your gaze, "good," you whispered, feeling his cock twitch underneath you. You laughed softly and swatted his arm, "why does that excite you so much?" You teased.

"Don't judge me, darling. You are just so damn beautiful, I thought you were all innocent and shy. I'm dying to hear you describe what they did to you... Tell me about it."

You smiled mischievously, moving to straddle his hips, "well... Rebekah and I touched each other while the guys were watching us..."

"God, that's so hot," he breathed out, running his hands up and down your thighs.

"Then they all took turns fucking me," you whispered, kissing along his jaw.

Kol's grip on your thigh tightened, "fuck, I would've loved to see that."

"I've been thinking about it ever since," you confessed, your eyes dark with lust, "and I'm not sure I had enough," you whispered, nipping at his earlobe, tugging at it.

"Do you think Klaus and Elijah would want to share you with me, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice deep and husky.

You bit your lower lip, grinding your ass on his cock, making him moan. "It's not up to them," you said, kissing him softly, "I decide who gets to fuck me," you murmured against his lips, grabbing his hands and moving them on your breasts, making him squeeze them, "and right now, I'd like it to be you," you purred.

You looked into his eyes, his hunger for you was palpable. You kissed down his chest, scooting back until your knees touched the floor. You pulled his swim trunks down. His erect cock sprung free. You stroked him slowly, watching the precum spilling out of his tip.

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, placing your lips on the head of his cock, licking his slit. His fingers threaded through your hair as you took him in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head, taking him in inch by inch, until you reached his base.

"That's it, darling, just like that," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening.

You hummed around him, bobbing your head up and down, sucking him hard, moaning at the taste of him. He rolled his hips, thrusting up into your mouth. You knew he was close, so you withdrew, smiling at him as he gave you a confused look.

"What are you doing darling?"

You stuck your tongue out, sliding the wide part of your tongue up and down his shaft. "I don't want you to cum just yet, I want you to fuck my mouth," you said, licking the underside of his cock, your eyes never leaving his.

"Oh, fuck, you are a dirty little thing, aren't you, darling?" He whispered, as he cupped your jaw with his hand.

"Mhm," you moaned, taking his tip in your mouth, sucking it gently, and looking at him, waiting for him to make a move.

He smirked, holding your hair, and pushing your head down untill your nose was pressed against his groin. You hummed, looking up at him, and relaxing your throat, letting him use your mouth. He began thrusting into your mouth, and you reached for his balls, squeezing them gently.

"Good girl. If only you could see yourself right now. Your lips stretched around my cock-"

"It's quite a sight," said the deep voice of Elijah, he was leaning in the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Klaus was standing behind him, amusement flashing in his eyes.

You pulled off of Kol and looked at them, blushing furiously. "Hi," you said in a small, raspy voice, wiping off the spit from your chin.

"Hello sweetheart," Klaus said, walking over to the bed. He brought his hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks.

"Aww look at your flushed little face," said Kol, pinching your cheek with his thumb and forefinger, smirking at you. "Why are you shy all of a sudden?" He teased, chuckling.

All three of them were towering over you and you had to crane your neck up to look at them. You were so wet from the sight, the three of them in only their swim trunks, exposing their toned chests, muscles bulging. You just wanted to jump in bed and have them take turns with you.

You shuffled a bit on your knees so you were between all three of them. They were looking down at you expectantly, Elijah ran his fingers through your hair, caressing your cheek with his thumb. All three pairs of eyes were glued to you, hooded and half closed. Your gaze was traveling from one perfect body to another. You could see their erections growing underneath the tight fabric of their swim trunks.

Kol stood up, his hard cock dangling next to your head. You circled it with your hand, gently stroking him, and looking up at him with pleading eyes. You didn't care which one of them it would be, as long as they were all going to fuck you.

You opened your mouth, waiting for one of them to fill it with his cock, Kol, who was the closest, was the first one to do it. You took his cock in your mouth again, bobbing your head, and looking up at him.

You reached out with your other hand and pulled Elijah closer by the waistband of his shorts, touching his hard on through the fabric. His breathing got heavier and he smiled, helping you free him from his confinement, hissing when you wrapped your hand around him.

You looked up at Klaus, a lustful look on your face. He gave you an amused smirk, shaking his head in disbelief, taking his time to observe you, clearly enjoying the way you begged him for his cock without even using words.

You batted your lashes at him, and he obliged, taking himself in hand, giving it a few strokes and stepping closer to you.

You pulled off of Kol, with a loud 'pop' and turned your head slightly to lick and nip Klaus's cock, all while pumping your hands up and down their lengths. They were groaning, pulling you closer, pressing against your face, leaking for you.

"Get it nice and wet for me love," Klaus said, the smirk still playing on his lips, "show me how thankful you are for this little vacation," he taunted you, "be a good girl for us."

You hummed, eagerly taking him in your mouth, sucking him hard. You took Elijah and Kol in your hands, and stroked them simultaneously, the sounds of their moans made your pussy throb.

"I don't think good girls do this, Nik," Kol said, tilting his head and grinning down at you.

Klaus moved his hips, slowly pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He released a breathy moan, watching you swallow his cock, flattening your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You swirled your tongue around him. He tangled his hand in your hair, his eyes closed, mouth parted in a low grunt.

"What a good little whore, taking all of me in," he praised, rolling his hips, thrusting shallowly in your mouth.

You moaned at his dirty words, making Kol chuckle, "I think she likes when you call her that, brother."

Klaus smirked, pulling his length out and gave you cheek a little slap with his cock, "Mhm... She does, doesn't she? "

He entered your mouth again, shoving his cock down your throat, holding your face in place. You gagged, letting out a muffled whimper as he pressed your face into his groin. Klaus's mouth fell open, and he let out a moan that was so low and guttural that it made you almost cum. He rocked his hips, fucking your mouth so deeply, watching tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You tried to keep the pace with your hands on Elijah and Kol's cocks, but you were unable to concentrate. Your legs were trembling, wetness pooling between your legs.

Klaus held your face between his strong hands, still buried deep in your throat, using you like a doll, "good slut," he said in a strained, breathy voice, thrusting into you a few more times and releasing your face.

You almost fell forward, catching your breath, gasping for air. A trail of spit dribbled down your chin. You blinked a couple of times, looking up at the three men, their hungry, lustful eyes boring into yours.

"Finish me off and then do Kol," Klaus ordered, grabbing you by the hair.

You kept your eyes on him as you gave him a couple of long and slow licks. You brought your hand up to his pulsing shaft, rubbing your thumb against the leaking tip of his cock. He threw his head back, grunting, his hips bucking. You took the tip of him in your mouth, your head bobbing up and down, sucking him quickly and moving your hand in quick motions.

"Yeah... Yeah, just like that, sweetheart," he groaned, slapping your hand away, and thrusting into your mouth a few more times, before pulling out and releasing his load on your face.

Kol and Elijah looked down at you, pride flaring in their eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Clean the mess up," Klaus grunted, smearing his cock across your lips.

You lapped up the cum from his cock, humming in pleasure. He watched you intently as you swallowed and then smiled.

Elijah and Kol were pumping themselves, groaning, waiting for their turn. The view of them, hard and aching for you, their muscles flexing and their mouths parted, was so fucking hot. You felt so powerful, having all three of them so worked up and turned on.

“What a filthy little pet," Elijah said, still stroking his length leisurely.

Klaus moved away, sitting on the bed to watch the show. You pivoted on your knees to face Kol. He had a predatory smile on his face, "shall I do you in the same fashion my other brother did, or would you prefer something different?" He asked, his eyes darting to your cleavage for a split second.

His hands went to your throat, lifting your face up to meet his gaze, his other hand coming up to your face, caressing your cheekbone. He dipped his head and kissed your breasts, hooking his fingers inside the fabric and yanking it down. He sucked one of your tits in his mouth, nibbling, and biting until you winced.

"God, you are gorgeous," he said, pinching a nipple roughly, swiping his tongue around the other, moaning around it.

You were so aroused, being at the mercy of the three of them. Each of them dominating you in their own manner. You were so excited that you were trembling in anticipation.

You gasped as Kol grabbed a fist full of your hair, guiding you crouch in front of him so your breasts were in line with his hard length, "open," he said, his tone harsher than before. You opened up and he started to shallowly fuck your mouth.

"Press your tits around it," he ordered, slowing his thrusts down. You pressed your tits around his cock, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting his precum. His head rolled back and he let out a deep groan, slowly fucking the valley of your breasts.

"Fuck that feels amazing," he moaned, making sure his length was sliding between your breasts as he moved his hips, creating friction and using your spit to further lubricate his cock.

You moved your hands, leaning back a little. You took your nipples between your index and forefinger, twirling them in different directions, you were so turned on that could could probably cum just from playing with your boobs.

"Enjoying yourself are you?" Kol sneered, "I didn't say you could do that," he said, stopping his hips altogether and grabbing you by your throat again.

You whined around him as your head was pulled back, his shaft slipping from your mouth.

"Use your hands to move your tits," he said, slowly circling his hips, fucking your mouth again. Your eyes drifted to Elijah, who was leisurely working his hand up and down his rock hard cock, watching the scene playing out.

"You look so pretty like that," Elijah said with his velvet voice, his signature smirk playing on his lips.

Kol's thumb was running back and forth over your throat, "does my cock please you?" He asked, with a naughty glint in his eye.

You were too focused on all the sensations to answer and he didn't take well to that. He squeezed your throat and pulled you away, bringing your face close to his, "I asked you a question, answer," he ordered through gritted teeth.

"Y-yes it does, Kol" you managed to breathe out, your cheeks blushing.

His smirk widened, and he loosened his grip on you. He ran the pad of his thumb over your lips, looking between your eyes and your lips. He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

"Sir," he corrected you.

You felt heat spreading through your entire body, "yes sir," you whispered, looking up at him.

The corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes flashed with excitement, "Good girl," he praised, rubbing his thumb over your lower lip and sliding it inside your mouth. Your tongue swirled around it and you moaned softly. Kol grabbed your wrist and directed your hand to his cock, moving it up and down.

"Put this mouth to use now," he breathed out, tucking his hand back in your hair, tilting your head back a bit, making you look up at him.

You maintained eye contact as you teased him, kissing up and down his shaft, "take all of me," he grunted, resting his hand on your cheek as you circled the tip of his cock with your tongue.

Your eyes widened at the demanding tone of his voice, and did as you were told, closing your mouth around him, opening it wider, taking in more and more of him.

He tapped your cheek lightly, "what a slut," he teased, rolling his hips, pushing himself deeper down your throat. You gagged, your hands gripping his thighs, squeezing them, trying to steady yourself. He kept thrusting, his balls slapping your chin. You were drooling around him, the sound of your gags filled the room.

"Oh, yeah just like that, baby," he said, holding you in place.

You gagged some more and tried to breathe through your nose, tilting your head back, letting him use your throat as his own personal fucktoy. The corners of your mouth were aching and you were drooling, small moans escaping you.

He didn't pull out once, as he was chasing his release. Your jaw was aching but you were enjoying this dominance over you. He let out a low groan and pulled out completely, tugging roughly at his hard length until he came all over your chest and your face, his warm cum spilling over your breasts.

Kol tucked himself in his shorts and flopped down in the nearby armchair, draping an arm over his face with his usual dramatic flair, "damn..." He tilted his head and gave you a long look, his eyes trailing up and down your form. Kneeling on the ground, trembling and disheveled in your bikini, completely fucked out and sticky with cum all over your chest and your face.

"Oh, sweetheart, you are an incredible sight to see," he laughed, sinking into the chair with a relaxed demeanor. "Don't you think Elijah?" He smirked at the older Mikaelson brother who was still standing in front of you, his bottom lip between his teeth.

Elijah was giving you the most intense, penetrating stare, eyes boring into yours, a hint of a smile quirking his lips up. You pivoted on your knees to face him, stroking him up and down as you looked up at him through your lashes, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Oh, I could get used to this view," he chuckled, running his thumb over your swollen bottom lip. You caught his digit with your lips and hummed softly, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb.

"Do you like having our cocks in your mouth?" He whispered, dark eyes looking deep into yours.

You nodded, whimpering in response as his finger slipped past your lips, plunging into your mouth. You sucked on it eagerly, moaning around it, and lowering your hand to play with his balls. You caressed them gently, cupping them, giving them a soft squeeze.

"What a perfect whore you are," he said, freeing his finger from your mouth and pressing the dripping tip of his cock against your lips. You parted your lips and let him push his length into your mouth. You took him deep, all the way down your throat, making him curse and release a satisfied moan.

He placed his hands on your cheeks, guiding you as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking him harder. He was the biggest out of the three brothers and took a while to get used to his length and the width of his cock.

He pressed your head down further, stilling it and holding you in place until you gagged, your hands coming up to grip his thighs in an attempt to ground yourself.

"That's it, take it all in," he cooed, running his hand through your hair.

Tears formed at the corner of your eyes and you tried to swallow around him as you choked.

"I can do whatever I want to your pretty little mouth and I will have you worshiping me just the way I like," he said as he slowly pulled his length out. You were gasping for air, blinking away the tears that had formed in your eyes and desperately trying to catch your breath.

He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for a response, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers.

You opened your mouth, he didn't give you a chance to answer him before he was pushing himself back inside. He thrusted deeply, snapping his hips and forcing the entirety of his length down your throat. His hips snapped sharply, fucking your throat hard and fast. You continued to choke on him and you squeezed his thigh, struggling to breathe.

"Good girl, I want to see those tears stream down your cheeks" he moaned, picking up the pace and continuing to fuck your mouth, the feeling you gagging turning him on even more.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, the look on his face made you moan, his lips parted, his eyes watching you with lust. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to make him cum.

He slowed his hips and you took the opportunity to press you head all the way down, deep throating him then pulling off and repeating this. You gagged with every pass, maintaining eye contact with him.

"God, I love seeing you like this," he breathed, his hips jerking. He grabbed your hair and pressed you against his groin, holding you there, your nose buried in the coarse, dark hair around the base of his cock.

"Mmmmm" you moaned, choking, the vibrations of your moan caused Elijah to release a deep, guttural sound and his hips to buck involuntarily. You could feel the muscles in his thighs tighten and he held your head in place as he emptied himself into your throat. You swallowed eagerly, milking him, taking everything he had to offer.

You kept sucking him, cleaning his length and pulling more from him untill he softened.

You looked up at him, waiting for his next order. He was standing above you, breathing heavily, his face flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded.

He stroked your cheek, his fingers brushing your bottom lip, his expression unreadable, "such a perfect little cock whore aren't you?" He said in a low voice.

You smiled and nodded, humming, looking around at the three of them. All of them were breathing hard, their skin covered in a sheen of sweat. They looked absolutely breathtaking, lounging around and completely spent, the satisfied smiles on their faces making your heart swell with pride.

You were a mess as well, kneeling on the ground in front of them, trembling, panting, sweating. Your bikini top was ripped and all you were wearing was the skimpy bottom, your skin was sticky with their cum. The taste of all three of them lingering on your lips.

Kol stood and suddenly scooped you up, carrying you bridal style to the deck of the yacht, you shrieked and giggled as he ran.

The sunlight blinded you momentarily, and you blinked, tucking your head in his neck to shield your eyes from the blazing sun and take a deep breath.

"Ahh look, a beautiful beach right up ahead!" He said, laughing, his breath tickling your skin. "I want to fuck you on the sand, doll," he said in a rushed whisper, making you wriggle in his arms.

"Kol!!!" You protested, trying to break free, but he held you tight as he ran towards the side of the boat, stopping in the nick of time, "what are you doing? Oh, my god! You're crazy!" You were laughing, and cursing as you struggled against his grip, your hands cradling the back of his head.

"I am darling," he said, then jumped off the edge of the yacht with you in his arms, into the water below.

You screamed before you hit the water, bubbles rising up around you. Once you emerged, Kol pulled you back into his arms, peppering your face with kisses.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, arms circled around his neck, giggling, "you scared me."

"Sorry, it was too tempting. I couldn't help myself," he said between kisses and giving you an unapologetic smile.

You splashed water at him and he responded by diving underwater, pulling at the fabric of your bikini bottoms and yanking it off you. He swam to the surface and waved the fabric in his hand, "this is mine now."

"What?! Kol!" You said, swimming towards him and grabbing his shoulders, "give it back!" You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He kissed your nose, his eyes darting over to the beach, "I'll let you have it back after I've had you on beach," he said, smirking.

"No!" You shrieked and giggled, trying to wrestle him and snatch the material from his hand.

"Give them back Kol," Elijah's voice rang out from above, him and Klaus were leaning over the side of the yacht, looking down at the two of you.

Kol ignored them and threw the bottoms as far as he could, you immediately lost sight of them in the ocean waves.

"KOL!" You squealed, hitting his chest.

He let out a sharp, short laugh, "you don't need them, sweetheart, we are the only ones out here, just relax, enjoy yourself," he was massaging your ass in his large hands, tugging your cheeks apart, spreading you open, squeezing your flesh.

"Besides, I love the idea of you walking around naked," he added, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

He carried you to the shore, pressing you down into the wet sand. He pinned your hands over your head, kissing and nuzzling your neck, "be a good little whore, won't you? Stay still for me."

You hummed, nodding and squirming underneath him, he had you pinned under his weight and he was grinding his hard cock against your clit, making you gasp and arch your back.

He sunk his fangs into your neck, eliciting a yelp from you, "be still," he repeated, licking the spot that he just bit, soothing the tender flesh. He eased his cock into you, filling you slowly, inch by inch.

His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them apart and rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of you. The sand was rough and hot against your skin and your back was moving up and down the sandy ground with each thrust. It wasn't the most comfortable situation, but you didn't care at the moment.

Your heels dug into the back of his legs, egging him on, angling your hips up for him. You were focused on his fangs grazing your neck, his grunts and heavy breathing, his cock nudging against your g-spot with every stroke.

He had you gasping and squirming underneath him, he smirked at you through hooded eyes, picking up the pace, hearing the sounds of his skin slapping against yours over the crashing waves.

"Cum all over my cock, darling," he breathed in your ear, as his pace quickened, his strokes became sloppy and uncoordinated as he neared his own climax.

You squeezed around him and let go, arching up to kiss him and moaning into his mouth as you shook, waves of pleasure flowing through you. He was relentless, pounding you fast and hard, stilling his hips and releasing deep inside you, letting out a primal grunt.

You were both sweating and completely out of breath as you stayed connected. You slid your hands up his arms and into his hair, smiling up at him.

"Enjoy yourself?" He asked, his damp hair falling into his face, droplets clinging to his forehead.

"Always," you whispered, pulling him closer, and pecking his lips.

He was about to say something else when Klaus' voice boomed, interrupting him.

"Ship is leaving, you two! Stop fucking and get back on board!"

Kol chuckled and looked over his shoulder at his brother, "we're not done yet, Nik! We're staying on this island and finding that missing bikini bottom," he shouted back.

You laughed and pushed on Kol's chest, "come on, you idiot, let's get back to the boat."

"Fine," he said, with an exaggerated sigh.

You swam your way back to the boat and climbed up the nearby ladder. Elijah was standing at the top of it, waiting for you, you stumbled as you clambered up the last few rungs of the ladder and would have face planted, if his strong hands hadn't caught you.

"Hello there," he flashed you a grin, "having fun I see," he surveyed the multiple love bites across your neck and shoulder with a hint of amusement.

"Hi," you smiled, placing your hands on his chest, admiring the hair curled there. He was your favorite of the three, the way he would look at you made your heart race, his deep voice made your knees weak.

The private hook-ups the two of you have had were always the most intense. You weren't sure what it was, but there was a fire between the two of you, one that burned hotter than the others.

"Where is Kol?" Elijah asked, looking over your shoulder.

"Still looking for my bikini," you said, giggling, "he won't find it, it's too far gone."

"Well, in the meantime," he said, before leaning in and kissing you slowly and passionately, gliding his hands up your bare back. You smiled against his lips, looping your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss.

He guided you backwards to the built in couches that lined the side of the boat, pushing you down onto the seat. You let out a soft gasp from the impact, looking up at him and biting your lip. He was towering above you, the sun illuminating his muscular form, making his skin glow.

He smiled and kneeled before you, his hands running up and down your thighs. He continued to spread them, leaning forward to kiss your stomach, making you giggle. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and pulled you towards him, kissing his way down, trailing his lips over your inner thighs, sucking and nipping at the skin.

He ran his nose over your mound and pressed a gentle kiss right above your clit, "so lovely," he breathed, his warm breath caressing your already sensitive pussy. He flattened his tongue and dragged it over your clit, flicking the tip.

He hummed as he tasted you, pressing his mouth to your pussy lips and sucking on them, drawing a long moan from you. He flicked and teased your clit with the tip of his tongue, before closing his lips around it and sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the nub.

"Eli," you whined, letting out a long moan, running your hands through his thick hair. He hummed, the vibrations sending tingles through your whole body.

He moved his tongue to your entrance, slipping it in, licking up the slickness. He fucked you with his tongue, his thumb coming up to massage your clit.

You were a moaning, writhing mess under his mouth, so lost in bliss you didn't notice Klaus sitting down next to you until he spoke.

"Hello, love," he smirked, taking a sip from his glass.

"Hey," you moaned, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek, running a finger over his bottom lip.

He grabbed your hand and kissed your fingers, before placing the cool, crystal glass to your lips.

You sipped the cool, bubbly liquid, looking up at him, eyes sparkling, "thanks."

He set the glass down, and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, his tongue parting your lips and dipping inside. You gasped into Klaus' mouth as Elijah's tongue dipped between you cheeks, licking up and down, teasing your entrance, before circling his tongue around the tight ring.

You whimpered as he licked you and Klaus chuckled, kissing his way down your neck.

Kol finally appeared, standing over the two of them, watching as they ravished you, "look what I found," he said, dangling a bikini bottom from his fingers.

"I don't think she needs it," Klaus said, his breath tickling your neck.

"True," Kol said, tossing the scrap of material away and sitting on the couch next to you, reaching out to pluck a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket, before taking a long drink and pouring some down your chest and torso.

Elijah licked the bubbles off your chest, giving special attention to your breasts, before making his way up and claiming your mouth again. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands were gripping your thighs, keeping them spread open.

"Such a perfect slut for us," he breathed. You moaned, gyrating your hips, craving their touch, your body flushed with desire. Elijah moved back down, kissing your stomach, making his way back between your legs.

Your fingers curled in Elijah's damp hair, massaging his scalp as he kept his mouth on you. The warmth in your belly was spreading and the tightness building. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, as he sent you over the edge, pulling your clit into his mouth and sucking as your orgasm ripped through your body.

You gushed over his face, moaning and gasping at the stimulation, panting as you came down from your high. He sucked a little harder, making you kick your legs and try to push away.

"Too much, Eli!" you pleaded, unable to escape his vice-like grip.

He didn't stop and just gave you a smirk, making a show of it, and enjoying the look of pleasure and agony on your face.

He hummed softly, pressing two fingers into your ass, causing you to cry out and squeeze your thighs together, as he continued his attack on your clit, "Eli, I can't, please"

Kol bit your earlobe, and you felt the sharpness of his teeth, "you can and you will, you'll give our brother exactly what he wants, won't you?"

You nodded, moaning in response, letting Elijah stretch you open, working another finger inside, his tongue swirling, licking, sucking.

"Eli-" you cried, pulling on his hair as you felt him plunge his fingers deep and curl them inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut, tears stung the corners of your eyes, it was overwhelming, so intense.

"Eli, I'm cumming, please, I'm-" the rest of your sentence was cut off, your whole body tensed, a loud, long, drawn out moan escaped you.

You couldn't control the shaking, your mind went blank, your body was flooded with endorphins and you were a puddle in the arms of Kol and Klaus, who held you as you came.

Elijah finally moved his mouth away, his fingers still in your ass, he kissed you hard and you tasted yourself on his tongue.

Klaus grabbed the bottle of champagne and handed it to Elijah, who drank deeply, wiping his mouth on his forearm. He pushed your thighs back, and Kol and Klaus hooked their arms under your knees, holding you open.

Elijah removed his fingers and pushed his trunks down to his thighs, grabbing his cock, stroking himself slowly, smirking as you watched him.

You swallowed, looking between the three men, feeling like a trapped animal, you had nowhere to go, they had you surrounded.

"What a sight, sweetheart, such a slut," Elijah praised, brushing his thumb over your clit. You jolted and whined, "so sensitive, aren't we? Poor little whore, you've been fucked so many times, your body is just aching to be used."

"Eli," you whispered, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. He chuckled, wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly, making you moan. "That's not what you call me when we are alone," he whispered, his dark eyes boring into yours, his expression stern, the veins rippling under his eyes.

You licked your lips, taking in a breath, Kol and Klaus exchanged glances, they didn't know about your private hookups with Elijah.

"I'm sorry... daddy," you replied, looking up at him through your lashes, your eyes wide and innocent as they could be in this position.

He grinned, pleased with your answer and Klaus and Kol snickered, making Elijah's smile widen, showing his white teeth, "much better," he cooed, his grip tightening, as he aligned his cock with your ass, pushing past the rim, sinking deep inside.

Your hands flew to his wrists, squeezing tightly, your eyes pleading with him to go slow, even though you knew he wouldn't, and he didn't. He thrust hard and fast, making your toes curl, Klaus and Kol holding you tight and keeping you from wiggling away.

They were both touching and groping, whispering dirty things in your ears, the combined attention had you soaring towards your next orgasm.

"You're such a little slut for us, aren't you? Our perfect, little, cock whore, aren't you darling?" Kol murmured, his hand cupping your breast, rolling and pinching the nipple. Klaus was playing with your other nipple, tugging and squeezing, and you were lost in their touch and words.

"Yes, I'm a little slut, please-" you gasped, arching up, the intensity of Elijah's thrusts sending shockwaves through you. Elijah's hand tightened on your throat, his cock plunging deep, making your eyes roll back and you let out a choked moan, the stretch was so good.

"Tell them," Elijah said, his voice was commanding, demanding, his tone leaving no room for discussion. "Tell them how much of a filthy little slut you are," he said, his eyes staring directly into yours, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier.

You whined, squirming in their hold, the heat was building and your head was fuzzy. Kol gave you a light slap on the cheek, bringing you back, "tell us, sweetheart, don't keep us waiting."

"I'm a dirty little whore," you panted, looking up at Elijah, whose lips were curled into a devilish grin, "a cock-hungry little slut," he grunted, his hips snapping.

"You're ours, all ours, aren't you? You love this, being filled and stretched, being used by all three of us, don't you?" Kol's words had you clenching around Elijah's cock, your whole body was trembling, so close to your climax.

"Yes, yes, yes," you moaned, arching your back, feeling Klaus and Kol's hands exploring your body.

"Good girl," Elijah said, loosening his hold on your neck, "so obedient"

He withdrew his hips and snapped them forward, drawing a loud moan from you, which encouraged him, and he began fucking you, hard and fast, setting a brutal pace. He leaned down, capturing your mouth, kissing you tenderly, as if to apologize for the roughness of his thrusts.

"I want to see her ass stretched wide and gaping for us," Kol hummed, his hands roaming down your sides, his fingers digging into your flesh, as Elijah continued to pound into you.

Elijah was getting close, his hands were shaking, his face contorting with the effort to control himself, his mouth open in a silent moan. His hips stilled, he let out a guttural groan as he filled you, his cock twitching and pulsing, his cum dripping out of you.

He pulled out slowly, and Kol watched, entranced, watching how your ass gaped, and the cum leaking from you.

"Such a dirty, filthy, slut, sweetheart," Kol cooed, his fingers sliding down and rubbing your sensitive clit. You gasped and whimpered, the stimulation making you writhe and squirm, trying to escape his touch.

Klaus' hand covered your mouth, "shhhh, we're not done with you, darling, we want you to cum for us one more time." He looked at his brother and smirked, "do you think she can do it?"

You cried out, muffled by Klaus' hand, feeling him pinch your clit, before he pulled you onto his lap, moving your legs to straddle him. His lips found yours and you moaned into the kiss, he held you tightly, his hands on your waist, guiding you to his cock, "such a good girl, you're going to ride me, and you're not allowed to cum, understand?"

"Yes, Sir," you breathed.

"Good," he said, his voice was a low growl, his eyes flashing amber, he looked dangerous, and it made your blood rush and heart race. "Now make yourself useful," he smirked, smacking you hard on the ass.

You sank onto him, moaning as he stretched you, grinding against him, loving the feel of his cock rubbing inside you. He smacked your ass again, "come on, darling, move, I'm not getting any younger," he growled.

You lifted yourself and slid back down, rolling your hips and clenching around him. Elijah sat down on the couch and took your hand, placing it on his already hard cock, encouraging you to stroke him. He leaned forward and kissed you, his hand caressing your cheek, "so perfect, little one, keep riding my brother, I know you can do it."

Kol came up behind you, running his hands over your hips and down your legs, before sliding them up your stomach and cupping your breasts, rolling and squeezing them. He kissed your shoulder, and nibbled on the skin, his cock pressing into your ass, grinding against you.

The sensations were overwhelming, and you were panting and moaning, the tightness building in your core. Klaus grabbed your throat, squeezing, "look at me," he demanded. You forced your eyes open, gazing at him through your lashes, feeling light headed and dizzy, the pleasure building, the tightness almost painful.

"Don't cum, not yet," he ordered, and you whimpered, squeezing his cock, the feeling of being full was driving you crazy. You were close, so close, and he wasn't letting you finish.

"I'm sorry," you whined, stilling your hips, trying to pull away from his hand, "I can't, sir, I'm gonna cum."

Klaus pulled you forward by the neck, holding you tight against his chest, his hands on your ass, squeezing and massaging, spreading your cheeks wide.

"Don't you dare move," Klaus growled in your ear, "and stay quiet, you don't want everyone to hear what a filthy whore you are, do you?"

You shook your head, biting your lip, burying your face in his neck, your breathing heavy. You felt Kol press his cock against your asshole and he slid in slowly. You cried out, the sound muffled by Klaus' shoulder.

Kol's hands gripped your waist and he started moving, fucking you in earnest. Klaus held your hips still, his fingers digging into your flesh. You were trapped between them, their cocks filling you. Kol's thrusts were hard and fast, each time he hit bottom, the air was pushed from your lungs, and you could only hold on and take it.

They were relentless, their bodies moving in unison, and when they picked up the pace, and you were on the brink, you had no choice but to let go.

You tried to stifle your moans, to hide the fact that you were coming apart between the two men, and they weren't having it.

Kol's hand found its way into your hair and he tugged, pulling your head back, "we said no, and yet, here you are, cumming without permission," he hissed, slamming his hips into yours, his cock pulsing.

"Such a naughty slut," Klaus added, reaching between your legs, rubbing your clit, and making you gasp, "such a bad girl," he said, his voice low, "and we know exactly what to do with bad girls, don't we Elijah?"

Elijah stood and stepped up onto the couch, and placed his cock on your cheek, "open your mouth, darling, you need to be taught a lesson," he demanded.

You obeyed, and his cock slipped into your mouth, he didn't let you have control, he held your head, pulling you flush into his groin, "take it, all the way," he urged, and you gagged, trying to relax your throat, your nose pressed into the hair at the base of his cock.

"Good girl, such a good slut," he praised, thrusting his hips, fucking your face, and you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of being used and filled by the three men.

Kol smacked your ass hard, over and over, until the skin was hot and sore, he slapped it again and again, as he fucked you, his movements becoming more erratic, his cock pulsed and twitched, and you felt his cum fill you.

His orgasm was intense, his breathing heavy, and when he was finished, he withdrew from you, laying back on the deck with his limbs spread, a goofy smile on his face.

You were still full, your jaw ached, Elijah's cock was deep down your throat and you gagged around it, but he didn't relent, his hips bucking, fucking your face. Your vision was blurry, the tears in your eyes obscuring everything, you could only feel, and you were lost in the pleasure, your mind numb, your body floating.

Elijah withdrew as Klaus tensed, he pulled you off his lap, forcing you to your knees, his cock in his hand, stroking himself. He groaned loudly as he came, ropes of white spurting out and landing on your face and chest. Elijah was right behind him, and he pulled your hair, his cock throbbing, his cum coating your tongue and lips, his groans reverberating through you.

He released his grip, his hand running through your hair, his thumb running over your cheek, collecting their cum, and pushing it into your mouth, and you sucked it clean.

"That's our good girl," Klaus murmured, his finger caressing your jaw, as he admired his handiwork.

The boat drifted along, the waves crashing against the hull, and the sun was setting, painting the sky and ocean in a warm orange glow.

You laid on the floor, covered in cum, sweat, and champagne, surrounded by the three naked brothers, your body sore and aching.

You smiled and let out a contented sigh, you were sated and happy, and there was nothing that could ruin this perfect day.

"So, who's hungry?" Kol asked, his head propped on his hand, a mischievous grin on his face.

The other brothers chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, and laughing at the insatiable man.

"Well, we should probably shower, get cleaned up, then we can figure out food," you suggested, looking around the mess that was once a pristine yacht. There were towels and champagne bottles strewn everywhere, the smell of sex and alcohol filling the air.

"What a wonderful idea," Elijah replied, helping you to your feet, you fell over a bit, still wobbly from the rough treatment, and he caught you. He pulled you close and scooped you up, carrying you towards the jacuzzi. The three men climbed in, and Kol turned on the jets, the water bubbling, and the steam rose up.

The four of you were relaxed, the warm water soothing your aching muscles, Elijah pulled you into his lap, and you rested your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

Kol and Klaus sat next to you, the two brothers leaning on the edge, their arms crossed over the side, their eyes closed. You looked around the tub, admiring the view of the ocean, the golden sunset reflecting on the water.

You thought about the events of the day, and the memories made, and it was clear, this was the most magnificent, decadent, and debaucherous spring break you would ever have.

And the best part was, it wasn't even over yet, this was only the first day.

You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to Elijah.

This was going to be the best week ever.

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stevenose · 10 months

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wrote this in 25 minutes like a madman

cw: afab!reader/reader with a vagina and breasts; friend!steve; car sex??; heavy petting; oral (reader receiving); shy!reader; idk what this is 🫶🏻

you’re friends with steve. barely. by association, really. you know your shared friends more than you know him. but he’s nice, he’s charming, he’s funny. he’s incredibly handsome. it’s part of the reason why you don’t know him more. your heart kicks when he’s around and you’re shy with him.

you don’t know how much he likes that.

eddie usually takes you home, but he left early for a ‘meetup’, which means he’s either selling or fornicating. you’re a little lost with what to do at the end of the night, calculating how long it would take for you to walk home from robin’s house.

“i’ll take you,” steve says, noticing your anxiety.

“steve’s got such a nice car,” robin says, laying on the floor and rubbing her eyes with her knuckles a little too hard. she’s drunk.

“you’d know,” steve snorts. he gives you a look that makes your chest tight. like you’re sharing a joke, which you kind of are, because robin let’s put a little ‘huh?’ then ‘psssh, whatever.’

she reaches up with her hands, holding them out to steve. he grabs them, thinking he’s about to help her up, but she’s dead weight. “get ‘em home safe.”

“you don’t trust me?” he gives you the same look again, like, get a load of this guy.

“i do,” she promises, squeezing his hands. then she reaches out to you, and you hold her slender fingers in yours. “get home safe.”

you laugh. “that’s up to steve.”

he makes light conversation with you as you head down her steps, which you’re thankful for. you don’t know how to talk to him. you’ve never really had to. he holds the door of the passenger side open for you and you smile, climbing in and moving yourself away so he can shut it. he jogs to the driver’s side and slides in.

“you work tomorrow?” you ask as he starts driving.

“of course.”

“not too early, i hope.”

“any shift at family video is too early.”

you laugh and then there’s silence, nothing but tires on tar and a hum from the radio. you look out the window, bouncing your leg and playing with your fingers.

“you look nice tonight,” he suddenly says. “cute.”

“oh,” you say, looking over to him. he’s just being nice. he is nice. “thanks. so do you.”

“yeah?”

“always,” you say, still thinking this is a bit of banter.

you’re looking at the side of his face and then suddenly his hand is on your thigh. fingers gently digging into the flesh on the inner parts of them. you freeze, stomach flipping. he’s still looking at the road. his nonchalant demeanor makes you relax slightly. maybe this is friendly touch for a guy like steve. maybe he’s just trying to stop you from bouncing.

but then his hand creeps up and up and up until his pinky finger is right at the edge of your underwear.

you’re still staring, dumbfounded, cunt pulsing. your stomach feels hot and admittedly a little sick, but just from the attention. you’re confused but not complaining.

“i like it when you wear skirts,” he says, finally glancing over at you.

“oh,” is all you can muster.

“this one’s my favorite,” he continues. his hand moves back down your thigh but only to touch the bare skin this time, your skirt having rode up from his previous movements. “this color looks so good on you.”

you swallow anxiously. “thank you.”

“have you ever done something like this before?”

it takes a minute for you to compute and another for you to find your words. “have - have i ever…? in a car?”

he chuckles, his hand moving up again. “you’re cute.”

“have i ever what?” you’re nervous for what he’s going to say, to do. you never want him to take his hand off of you. if he wasn’t always so nice - if you didn’t see how he takes care of robin - you’d be scared of this being a prank.

“have you ever fooled around with someone before?”

his fingers tickle as the glide up. he’s close to your core now. you swallow again. “not really.”

“do you want to?”

you look out the windshield. you’re close to home but truly, he cannot come inside. you weren’t planning on having company. and your head’s spinning fast, trying to understand what’s happening. he’s never showed you attention before, so why now? though, to be fair, he’s never had you alone before. you’re always with someone else. but he does linger in his hugs, smiles a little too wide when he sees you.

“now?”

he starts retracting, hand moving away, but you’re lightning fast in grabbing his wrist and placing it back where it was. “i didn’t say no.”

he smiles. he drives past your road. his fingers finally meet your clothed slit and you gasp, grabbing his wrist tightly.

“now that we’re alone,” he says. “are you okay with that?”

“y-yeah,” you say, bewildered. it’s hard to focus on the situation when his digits are running up and down, just barely giving you pressure on your clit.

“i always liked you, y’know,” he says, “think you’re so adorable when you can’t look me in the eyes. i like hearing you talk, too. just didn’t know when i could do something about it.”

“so you chose your car?” you ask bluntly.

“works, doesn’t it?”

now his fingers are moving under the sides of your cunt, where your underwear seam meets the apex of your thigh. you moan lightly when you feel his skin on yours. the sound - god, the sound. you’re so wet it’s pathetic.

“oh,” he says. the car goes slightly off-kilter but he readjusts. “just from this?”

you have to think about it. like, really. because it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten you riled up. at least twice you’ve shivered and thrown your underwear into the hamper haphazardly after a hangout, the cotton a little too soaked for a night out with friends.

“i don’t know,” you say truthfully. “i like it when - w….”

the pads of his fingers are clumsily circling your clit. how he’s found it with such precision, you don’t know. well, you can guess. he’s had experience.

“like it when…?”

you swallow again. “when y-you wear those f- those button downs.”

“oh, yeah?”

“uh huh.” you reach for his sleeve. “when you roll - when you roll these up.”

“you should’ve told me,” he says, “would’ve done it more often.”

he’s pulling over now. you’re near a field. he awkwardly reaches his left hand around the wheel to put it in park and cuts the ignition. it’s quiet now, save for the wet sounds of his stroking.

“you’re so pretty,” he says softly, finally able to look over at you fully. he smiles and undoes your seatbelt. “so soft, honey.”

honey. it makes your stomach flip again. it’s been flipping for the last ten minutes. “steve,” you whimper, back arching off the seat a little to chase his fingers. his gaze is entirely too deep and entirely too soft. you choose to shut your eyes and let your head fall back against the leather.

“make some more noises for me,” he coos, fingers moving down to just barely prod at your opening before gliding back to your clit, bringing slick up with it. “hardly get to hear you.”

you moan. it feels a little loud because it’s so quiet in the car. “s-sorry.”

“huh?” he asks, leaning over to get closer to you. “nothin’ to be sorry for.”

you nod and bite your lip to hold back a groan. “o-okay.”

“does it feel good?”

you nod again. his fingers gently pinch your clit.

“tell me.”

“oh, s-so good, shit,” you whisper. now you’re grinding down, canting your hips, needing more pressure.

his hand moves away suddenly and you almost cry, hips still bucking. he twists his body to fully face you, his left hand coming down now to stroke you over your underwear. he leans in to the shell of your ear, lips grazing it. “will you let me taste you?”

you’re nervous as he’s helping you out of the car, legs feeling like jelly, shaking. he coos at you, frowns, wraps an arm around your waist. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you promise.

“sorry i surprised you,” he whispers. “couldn’t help myself, y’looked so pretty tonight.”

you laugh breathlessly. “good.”

steve laughs too, squeezes your waist before pulling away and fixing the front seats. he pushes them all the way up so there’s room in the back for him to kneel. he helps you in first, then gets in after, laughing at how awkward it is to get in front of you. he pushes your skirt up, bites his lip when he sees your underwear. “can i take ‘em off?” he asks, looking up at you with soft eyes.

you nod, shaking legs bending over his shoulders. he pulls them off of you and sits them beside you on the seat. you sit and wait while he stares, feeling self conscious. you don’t expect him to lean forward and inhale deeply. but that’s what he does.

“woah!” you say, placing a hand on his head, and the guttural moan he lets out makes your body catch on fire.

“so goddamn good,” he growls, wrapping his arms under and around your thighs. “swear i’ve smelled this before when we were together. you smell like honey.”

he wastes zero time, leaning forward and promptly devouring you. you gasp and keen, lifting off the seat. steve’s strong arms work to keep you pinned, his tongue lapping at you roughly. his nose nudges every so often against your clit and he takes another deep inhale. he moans lowly before kissing your cunt, making out with it.

“holy fuck,” you gasp, tugging his hair so hard it might rip out. “steve, what the fuck, oh - oh my fucking god-“

he laughs incredulously. “been wanting to eat you for a fucking year,” he says, the wording making you throw your head back. “know how hard it was?” he licks a broad stripe up you. “watching you?”

you kind of do. in the same way it was hard to watch him and act normal because you’re friends and you always have someone else around. not like you could make any moves, and certainly not like you even considered it. someone like steve seemed so far out of your reach. not to mention the plethora of dates he’s gone on since you met him, the flings that were hard to keep track of.

he’s sucking on your clit now, breaking you out of your thoughts. you gasp and tug his hair again, your hips stuttering. you let out choked gasps and swears, intermixed with little steve’s that make him groan into you. when he starts fucking his tongue into you, you’re done, the debauchery sending you into orbit. “fuck!” you sob, riding his face, his nose nudging your clit just right.

“uh huh,” he moans. at some point during all of this, he fished his cock out of his pants, jerking himself off hard and fast and rough. you push his head away when you’re too stimulated. his face is soaked, eyes hooded, brows furrowed together. pretty pink lips parting with a gasp as he cums into the seat. the sight makes you tense up, cunt fluttering, clit pulsing.

“fuck,” he groans, voice wrecked. he pants. the windows are fogged.

you have no clue what to say, like usual. you’re warm and light and dazed. you stroke his hair while he comes down, his head resting on your thigh.

“so good,” he finally says. “you’re so good, beautiful.”

“i didn’t do anything,” you laugh. “i’ve - i’ve never cum like that before.”

“doesn’t have to be the last time,” he mumbles, kissing your thigh softly before pulling away. his hairline covered with sweat. you don’t hear him, because you’re not paying attention. too spent and exhausted to do so.

he helps you back out, the cool air feeling good against your skin. you offered your underwear to him to clean up his own mess, his cheeks red when you hand them to him.

“i want them back,” you say as you re-enter to sit in the passenger seat once again.

“after i wash them,” he promises, and your face heats at the thought of him not - of having a pair that’s been ruined by him.

his hand is back on your thigh as he drives you to your place, rubbing gently. the car stills in front of your house and you turn to look at him.

“thanks for the ride,” you say timidly. “both of them.”

he grins. “how about i start picking you up and taking you home, huh?”

you nod. “think i’d like that.”

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moongumi · 2 years

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I USED YOU.

sypnosis. satoru gets cheated on, and you're there to heal his heartbreak : )

⟶ cw. smut, pwp, fem!reader, cheating, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, dub-con due to intoxication, gaslighting girlboss, age-gap (reader is 20ish + gojo is 30ish), drunk sex, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, mentions of edating (LOL), public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, filming, oral (m), stomach bulge + more

⟶ wc. 2k

⟶ a/n. hii i'm trying something new, like pure pwp it was supposed to be short but fuckkkk idk ! ! this was v fun to write and i wrote it in 1 sitting so plz be kind <3 lmk what u think if u want me to do this kinda just random one off prompts.

he did look very familiar. he’s overly drunk though, shouting profanities at lovey-dovey couples as he sees them kissing in the corners of the bar. god, he’s out of his mind. his cheeks are flushed, he’s on his third bottle of tequila, how is he stomaching all of that?

he orders more, making the bartender leave the entire bottle instead of getting shots–his stack of cash piling up for his following drinks, he even buys rounds for random men that talk to him, all drunk just listening to him complain about his cheating girlfriend. well ex-girlfriend now, you’d assume.

you swallow the last of your drink, bought by a random man who tries flirting with you. you thank him and leave him. walking over to the man you’ve been watching all night.

“you seem lonely.” leaning against the bar next to his stool.

he laughs, “is it obvious?”

you smile, biting your lip hoping he stares down at your cleavage through your provacative dress. he does. his bright blue eyes, impossibly stark–can’t help but linger on your plump chest.

“i can help with that,” you hope he looks at the way your tongue swipes the bottom of your lips, glossing them up, “i know how you feel.”

you don’t, but you lie.

satoru nods, his eyes are damp and bruised from all the wiping he did to eyes to try to get rid of the evidence of his broken heart. “did you love her?”

“yea.”

hm, surprising. you felt the need to pry, “still do?”

“yea, fucking sucks.”

you sit yourself in the unoccupied seat, purposely widening your legs enough for him to notice how you had no underwear on. such a slut. “well, drowning in alcohol won’t help.”

“i know that now.” he takes a huge gulp of sure sharp tequila. burning his throat, as if melting his insides.

“i know a way to make yourself feel better,” you coaxed pursing your lips, “she’ll hate it.”

“how do you know that?” he asks, seemingly interested.

you shrug, “i might know her.”

you did, the girlfriend–your friend and roommate. you knew she’s been dating this smoking hot new guy, gojo satoru, an older guy with a good job. god, the things you’d do to land such a guy but hell, you spend too much time online, gaming and e-dating shitty guys to land such a put together individual–you’re shocked when you hear her bring a new guy in.

totally downgraded, fugly guy too, she must’ve faked all her orgasms because when she came out of her bedroom with the guy afterwards she did not looked pleased in the slightest. you’re confused why she did it, maybe she got bored or something happened, might’ve been a fight is what you concluded, the night before she wouldn’t get off the phone–cussing loudly. until–

today her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend cries in a bar alone–you heard her apologise saying how she was dumb and was too drunk to comphrend her actions, right. because you find out later on, that he’s her plug, she’s been fucking the guy before dating satoru to get cheap weed, hillarious. but damn she missed out, satoru’s family’s rich beyond imagination and the guy is just dreamy–isn’t he?

“a bit of rebound sex isn’t gonna’ hurt right? plus, would it absolutely destroy her to know that you’re fucking her roomate–we could even send her the video.”

he’s easy, god, he folds so easily. when have you grown such a skill.

his phone camera’s so bright it almost blinds you when he pulls it out, “fuck, sorry, didn’t expect the flash.” he’s so drunk, he’s disoriented and unable to hold his camera still. his cock’s hard, precum dripping all over when you pull him out of the prison of his jeans.

your mouth is wet, warm and a comfort to him. his mind only drifts to the pleasure of it instead of the pain of his ripped heart. he moans loudly, louder than anyone you’ve heard before. your pretty eyes look up at him, batting them with your throat full of his shaft.

“god, you’re pretty.” he slurs, drunk on not only the tequila that you tasted on his lips earlier but also look on your face. his fingers lace into your hair holding you steady for the video. “take more–lemme’ fuck your throat.”

you mumble in his cock, god, they all say that. you furrow your eyebrows. this felt like an impossible task, his girth is already so wide and god, the length smacked the back of your throat at every thrust–your hands trying it’s hardest to satisfy whatever doesn’t fit with twirls of your wrists. drool spills from the corner of your lips, mixing with the cum of his that you couldn’t swallow–he didn’t even let you breathe most of the time let alone try to swallow anything–fuck it was just going to all go down your throat at this point, the way he’s rutting mindlessly into you. using your mouth as a fucking cumsock.

his blurry vision could still see how fucking hot you looked through the little lens of his camera, he was going to keep this forever. your eyes watered taking him in, never once did a girl try so damn hard to please him like this, he wanted to keep you forever.

he saves the video and starts a new recording, flipping the camera the other way with a click. he bends you over the sink of the dingy bar bathroom, flips your dress up and comments on your lack of clothing down there, “you knew what you wanted, huh?”

“yea, i wanted you.”

satoru drops to his knees, phone in hand as he films the closeup of your pussy. “this seems a bit unnecessary, no?” you tease. filming your bare cunt seemed more like something he wanted to watch back later not something he’d send to his ex to make her jealous.

“yea, you’re right. but it’s a nice pussy, let me remember it.”

he slides his fingers along the slit gathering your arousal that leaked earlier, enjoying the warmth of it before his fingers being to tease and play with your hole. your plump lips part, making a wet pop when he pushes a finger in testing the waters.

you moan loudly feeling the roughness of his thick finger hit the hilt of his knuckle, the man spares no time in curling it–as if looking in here for something, oh yea, he was, it’s not hard to find–he’s experienced. he pushes hard, slapping your clit against the flat of his palm when he thursts another finger in, and another–three in and he’s happy with the way it looks, all stuffed.

you hold onto the edge of the sink hoping your hips wouldn’t bruise too bad from all the hammering. he thrusts hard, the burn feels good. your cunt sloshing and gaping at his command. he takes a second, getting up close and personal. his two fingers spread gaping your hole as he blows into it sending shivers into your hole, “what’s that for?”

“it looks tight in there, i can’t wait to fuck it open.” he’s vulgar you give him that. he gets a good clip of the inside of your cunt, all bare, swollen and soaked just for him.

satoru’s bulb slowly slides it, slow burn–making the entrance so slow. he wants to feel every inch enter you and there were a lot of inches to get through. he grunts, moans at every move–until his hips connects with the clap of your cheeks against his thighs.

his entire girth stretches you full, completely filling you up–all the curves and ridges molding to his shape. deep enough to feel the slight pain inflicted on your cervix, fuck.

he pulls out almost completely, seeing your face stretch and moan when he fills you up with him. his arm holds out his face as if he was taking a photo of himself, letting you see the way his face rests in the crook of your shoulder biting down on the exposed skin of your dress, “fuck, keep moaning–let her see the way i fuck you right here.”

you get louder, his hips rut with fast rhythm his mission to make you cum for his little film. his blue eyes flickering up to him as his other hand holds onto your cheeks between his fingers forcing your face towards the lens, making sure to capture ever change in your face. your tits nearly fall off your top when he thrusts, your hips burning at the pain against the sink top now but it didn’t matter when you were coming.

he bends you towards him, your back arched and ass perfectly placed in his lap. his hips make your tits bounce on camera, “fuck, fuck, you gonna come for me? come on, lemme’ hear it.”

his lips attach to yours during your climax, his tongue jutting inside exploring the roof of your mouth–curling his tongue with yours, open mouthed–overly wet loud smacking surround the room. alongside the mixed sounds of two people cumming and lips trying to swallow eachother up during it all. “god, i’m close. i’m gonna’ stuff you full of cum.”

he milks his high, letting it all lose inside. satoru thrusts you off your high, pushing his cum in and in deeper–splurting his beads all to the point where they burst out the sides of your cunt. he lets out a deep last groan drawing it out resting his head on the back of your shoulder as he looks down at where your bodies connect, giving his last few pumps, leaving his cock inside to dwindle down.

“ugh, i’m so full.” you breathed, feeling his cum making your stomach bloat.

satoru nips your skin, “yea, full of me.”

“hmfp–” your cunt is warm, silken with fresh mixed arousal. “you gonna clean me up?”

“course.”

he pulls out, all the cum dripples out–he takes almost all the tissue out of the dispenser. wipes you up and cleans himself as well. nice aftercare, you guess.

you adjust your dress, sitting back against the sink feeling your pussy throbbing and burning from the raw sex–he went hard, harder than you expected for someone who could barely wash his own hands right now.

“you sober?”

he shakes his head, “not even close.”

you pull out your phone and wave it around, “airdrop me the clips?”

“sure.”

he does it, and you’re surprised to see almost ten different videos, different clips of different perspectives. lots of shit to be mad at, angles of your face full of his cock, your pussy with his fingers inside, his penetration, his fucking–with both your faces feeling eachother, and the creampie.

“you want my number alongside that?”

you bite your lip, “nope.”

he’s confused, its cute. he’s never been rejected before. “you’re kidding right?”

you shake your head, “sorry, i’m not.”

“whys that?” his voice is monotone, he’s staring the you through the mirror with his lips between his teeth.

you shrug, “you used me for revenge, i used you for sex. i don’t date and i definitely don’t date my friend’s ex.”

“i thought she was just your roommate–i thought you hated her,” he asks, he starts to wipe his eyes again.

“i hate all my friends–just a girls thing–”

“you fucking used me?”

you huff, crossing your arms, “don’t get mad now. you just came in me, be grateful i’m not mad.”

“fuck, i’m not mad,” his face grows a shocked grin, his tongue jutting his cheek, “i’ve never been used before–is this how it feels?”

“satoru,” you pout, leaning towards him when you jumped off the sink your heels clicking against the tiles, “you’re not that dumb right? i won’t spell it out for you…but i’m definitely not your first, sorry.”

satoru scoffs, shaking his head while you walked out the door. he mumbles something to himself, you could hear it slightly–most of it drown out by the music from the bar.

“girls these days, fucks sake.”

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #tw.cheating #tw.manipulation/gaslighting #tw.agegap #tw.dubcon #tw.toxic #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #jjk angst #fem!reader

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luveline · 1 year

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Hii!!! This is a request for Steve zombie!au

I don’t know how you do it but this au (and everything you write honestly) ITS AMAZING!!!!

I read that you wanted to eventually write about Steve+reader having kids so I was wondering if maybe you could write something like them talking about what they think their future would look like or Steve seeing reader interact with children and it just warms his heart… idk

Again, your work is truly so so so good, I love it!!

Hope you have a beautiful day <3

hi! thank you 🥺 I hope this is what you mean!! steve zombie!au ♥︎ fem!reader

On a rare day where you have work to do in the community and Steve doesn't, he misses you like crazy. He'd complain profusely about this wicked scenario to Robin, if only Robin weren't on shift too. As it lies, Steve is alone, bored and restless with your pillow pulled against his chest.

Steve is functional. Steve is a fully grown man, with hobbies, interests, and a personality outside of being with you. But Steve is in love, and he isn't ashamed to admit that his very favourite hobby is being with you. You are the most interesting thing around.

It's cold today, though he wears two pairs of socks, denim jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a loose hoodie under the thick layer of blankets you keep on the bed.

You must be cold.

Your jacket's right there on the door. You'd forgotten to take it with you to the kitchen.

Steve doesn't feel proud of himself, per se, but he also doesn't feel ashamed when he ends up in the doorway of the cafeteria. School is in session, their makeshift teacher Sammy standing near the dishes trolly with a whiteboard and pen. She's drawn a huge diagram of a piece of paper with cuts missing, and a smaller one of that paper seemingly after the cuts are made, labelled Origami Giraffe.

He's surprised to see you near immediately, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with a bundle of the community's youngest children (babies and toddlers not included).

You're snipping at a sheet of paper slowly, hands held up so the dark-haired girl to your right can reach the crayons in front of you.

"Will you cut mine for me next, please?" a blonde headed boy asks him. He's pale, and as Steve draws closer he can see the little boy's brown eyes.

He kind of looks like me, Steve thinks, startled.

"Of course I will," you say gently. "You're a great artist, honey, I love all these purples and greens you're using."

"It doesn't look like the driraffe."

His mispronunciation has you smiling. It's an expression Steve knows well, your guilty bemusement.

"That's okay! Do you know how many drawings of giraffes there are? Millions and trillions, and I bet none of them are as brightly made or as creative as the one you've made."

"What about mine?" the dark-haired girl asks.

You pause your cutting to peek at her giraffe. "That's so cute, I love it," you praise. "Wow, I'm sitting with the next Picasso's and I didn't even know it."

Your voice… Steve's barely ever heard you speak like that. So soft, and so loving.

Not that you don't speak to him sweetly, half the time he thinks your words are more love than sense, but this is new. That's how parents talk to their kids, how sisters talk to younger siblings, and aunties talk to niblings. It's a familial, mellow sound.

It kind of drives him crazy. He tightens his hands in the fabric of your jacket, head racing with thoughts he hadn't stopped to think of before. You with kids. You with a family, his family. Kids that look like you, that carry your features and your sweetness around for you when you can't.

Kids that don't look a thing like you, or him.

You put down the scissors and hand over a freshly cut, stand-up giraffe to one of the kids. It looks great, and the kid says thank you with a clumsy ardency that you clearly adore.

"You're welcome, Nina," you say. "I'll do yours next, Hal, if you're ready."

The blonde boy passes you his giraffe. Before you take up the scissors again, you look at the boy's front, and you laugh kindly. "Baby, your buttons are all wrong. They're wonky, see?"

"Oh," Hal says, looking down, "I don't know how to do them."

"I can help, if you want."

He nods voraciously. You start to correct his buttons in silence, and Steve isn't afraid to admit to himself that it's the last straw. There is something endearing, hypnotising about watching you take care of others, he thinks the forbidden words — you would make the most beautiful mother.

You giggle and straighten Hal's shirt when you're done. "Tada."

"Thanks," Hal says, sounding pleased.

"You're super welcome. Stevie?"

It takes Steve a second to realise you're talking to him. You're looking up at him where he's frozen, concern knitting together your darling brows. "Is everything okay?"

"I just– brought your jacket. It's cold."

You stand up from the table and pat Hal on the shoulder, a frown twisting over your face.

"You look pale," you say, taking your jacket. You pull it on one arm at a time, and tilt your head back as Steve dives in to zip it up. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," he says. I'm going insane, he thinks.

"You caught me slacking off."

"This is slacking off?"

You huff a laugh. "Well, yeah. I should be checking the dates on a box of cornflour right now."

"You haven't mentioned this," —he gestures vaguely at the table of art's and crafts— "before. Do you come in here a lot?"

You hum as you wrap your hands around his wrists. You pull his hands to your shoulders, and grin when he gets the memo and gives you a hug.

"Thanks for bringing my jacket."

His hand scrapes up your back, trying to pull you closer when you're as close as you can possibly be. "You know how busy my schedule is."

"I know." Your sarcasm is biting. "My poor boy." Less so.

You pull away and he still can't believe it. You have an air of content about you, a lightness he's always amazed to see.

"Sammy asks me for arts and crafts help all the time. The uh, apocalypse kind of threw a spanner into the works for most of these kids. Some of them don't know how to write, or use scissors. And we all know they barely need me in the pantry, they could replace me with a well organised book."

"Do you like helping out here?" he asks carefully.

"Yeah, I do."

His head is reeling.

The future is a long way away and right here at the same time. You and Steve could make something.

He doesn't know what you want. Maybe you don't want kids, maybe you won't be ready for another ten years, but the possibility isn't something Steve can ignore.

"You can stay and help if you want to?" you ask.

He doesn't have control over his own body when he nods, a panging ache in his chest for the possible future. You beam and lead him over to the table of children, taking up your scissors as Steve settles in a chair a ways away from you.

"Hi, guys, this is my boyfriend, Steve. I bet some of you have seen him before. He's gonna help us with the cutting out, okay?"

Steve smiles at the gaggle of little faces that turn his way. "Hey, guys. I'm a way better cutter outer than Y/N, so if you want the best giraffe you gotta ask me."

Some are old enough to understand his sarcasm, and some aren't. He's delighted when Hal, the blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy, turns to you to stroke your arm. "It's okay," he says, "I still think you're the best one."

"Thank you, Hal."

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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nightgoodomens · 2 months

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What do you think of what has happened in the last few days? Idk why but I'm sensing a shift in the dynamic of the 4 of them…

Well I can only guess…

This is going to be long:

Let’s look at the last few months.

So I did say from the beginning that the wives thing is nothing but pure promo for AL’s photoshoot. GT must have been asked to do it until BAFTAs because that’s when it stopped, and while AL tried to keep it going, GT cut her off very quickly - she was reposting her sometimes but not playing the wives tag game anymore. And then it stopped completely.

But anyway. I don’t think DT is a fan of AL. So either he put his foot down and said he doesn’t want her in the sketch, or… maybe she was meant to have a job by then and be gone. It would explain why she was not included in BAFTAs and why the wives thing ended right then too. And also why she was excluded from The Way. Let’s be honest here, she was excluded big time. It’s like… she wasn’t meant to be there anymore.

AL was clearly bothered. She snapped at a fan, she obsessively posted and reposted that she was there, she later whined about being dissed from The Way too. I sort of wondered whether she was under impression that she’d have more screen time and it was cut out, because she whined about people noticing the second she was left with as if there was meant to be more. It was all sort of bizarre since the producer was… her boyfriend. Like… go complain to him? Why you’re looking for attention from his fans?

So perhaps she was not meant to be there because of starting a career that… never actually happened so suddenly her heart “grew fonder” and she jumped on the love train of MS instead. It’s just so… blatant.

She tried to pull GT into more promo but GT didn’t play along. GT promoted The Way because she was involved, and there were those two selfies for The Nye from DT that felt like he posted.

DT sorted out an agent for GT with all the promo (including major PR at the BAFTAs) and AL did not even congratulate her “wife”.

And, and I hope it was on purpose because that’s the funniest shit AL has ever done - when GT posted her chocolate content, AL went on Twitter, found MS/DT photoshops, and retweeted it with “excellent content”. Ouch!

Let’s also note that AL even promoted BAFTAs when she got a seat from DT but now when he’s accomplishing other things but she doesn’t get anything out of it… Crickets.

So we agree this wives and family bullshit is over right.

AL keeps on trying with MS to prove they’re totally in love, but he’s giving nothing so it’s not working. She notes she’s alone, he makes a point to stay with fans every night or at the bar. I’d get the hint. This is on top of miserable selfies, not doing photos with her for Nye press night, and then liking a tweet from some “actress” chic after not liking anything from “fans” for a long time. Ai ai.

I think Michael has been done for a long time.

So there’s that.

Then we have GT and DT.

DT as usual is taking all jobs possible, perhaps to stay away from home, perhaps he just loves and needs to work. The rumour always was that he’d take anything to stay away from home. I don’t know. When GT posts videos, I can see that.

He seems to be on top right now. Which I’m super happy about. Perhaps his wife isn’t though.

She happily got snogged on the red carpet on his big day, and had articles about her on his big day too, she happily accepted him sorting out his agent for her, she also played along with the whole family thing etc when she needed an agent, now that she got what she wanted… Crickets.

Funny how it works with these ladies, eh?

We have him dragged to promote her family, put up like a puppet for a photo, and she writes a sweet post about the cousin. Before that, he’s told to do a dumbass video because her followers totally need to see it! He makes it clear he doesn’t want to do it, she has him do it anyway. Meh.

Next day, he wins a prestigious award.

Silence. For him. Because bestie got a sweet post for her birthday. DT? Nothing. When she finally posts it’s a repost and she tags the wrong awards. Then posts about being on a concert. Next day someone had to tell her she fucked up so she posts the same but takes the wrong tag off.

Still not a single word of affection. Or a joke she fucked up. You know, a fraction of what she gave her cousin, and used DT for, or what she did for her bestie. But no.

So, I don’t know. Is she jealous? She always kept him low, suddenly he’s gaining confidence thanks to MS, scoring great jobs, winning fantastic awards. She’s losing control.

Or are they fighting? Or is he already done?

I don’t know. But the fact that MS’s MOM posted before DT’s wife… and when GT eventually did she made a point to make it completely underwhelming… especially compared to what else she posted… well if she wanted us to notice it, she did.

I don’t know if DT not being there for the award has something to do with everything that’s been happening, I’m more likely to believe that he simply had work conflict.

It’s just… I see this image of a bloke who spent his whole career trying to sort something out for GT, when his big day happens he makes it about her and MS, and AL uses him too, and then when he accomplishes things…

Crickets. From all of them.

Well. Apart from mama Sheen.

It’s sad really. He deserves better.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

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miladysproblems · 1 year

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What if Neteyam was alive?

A/n: First Neteyam fic y'all. It's more of a sully family fic that neteyam x y/n. Just the Sully family gushing over neteyam. Idk if I want to make a part 2 with neteyam x y/n. What do you guys think?

Neteyam slowly woke up, groaning loudly at pain that was spreading from his forehead to his entire body.His unclear vision started to fade to a person staring right at his face.

"Grandma" he mumbled gruffly, realising how thirsty and tired he was. Last thing he could remember was blacking out on his father's arms.

"HE IS AWAKE! NEYTIRI, JAKE. NETEYAM IS AWAKE!" Mo'at suddenly yelled, screaming on his face. He groaned again at the scream, it wasn't exactly lovely to wake up and the first thing you find is to see your grandma yelling right at your face. He slowly sat up when Mo'at slapped his arm and told him to lay down.

"Grandma, I'm fine." Neteyam smiled at her concern though it came as more of a grimace, Mo'at was more tensed now. She was about give her grandson a good scolding but she was cut off by someone barging in the tent.

"Neteyam..." His mother, Neytiri mumbled softly look awestruck at him as if a miracle had occured. His father, Jake followed her and then the rest of his siblings.

"Ma" Neteyam called for his mother.His heart broke for his mother, she looked so upset. Neytiri slowly walked near his bed and sat down, still looking at him, she cupped her son's face with the uttermost care and then slapped him.

"Ma!" Kiri yelled in exasperation. Yes, his mother slapped him but not before hugging the literal guts out of him. His mother had never raised a hand on him but today he realised how much he had hurt his mother.

"Stupid. Stupid boy. How could you be this reckless? You Skwxaang." And then Neytiri continued to swear at her son in na'vi while hugging him fiercely. Neteyam leaned into his mother's embrace, hugging her back as if this was the first time he had held her. Suddenly, a large body embraced him and Neytiri.

Neteyam gave a sheepish smile to his father through the hug, making him sigh tiredly. Jake hugged his son and wife tightly as if he was afraid that we would disappear if he let go.

"You are grounded. " His mother uttered to him.

"Will you slap me again if I ask you how long? " Neteyam asked playfully to make the situation light but his father lightly slapped him in the head instead.

"Forever you skxaang" Neytiri hugged him tighter than ever. Not awhile later, his siblings joined. Lo'ak put Neteyam in a head lock and tuk cuddled him, Kiri hugged him more tightly that his mother was. Good eywa, he was being suffocated. he loved it.

"Who's the mighty warrior? Say it" Neteyam playfully asked his brother, Lo'ak.

"Shut up you skxaang." Neteyam was not put into a tighter head lock by Lo'ak.

"Missed you brother." Kiri hugged her brother tightly, neteyam always had her back and even the thought about losing neteyam made her teary. Besides who else would she complain to about lo'ak if he wasn't there?

"You too sister." He chuckled at her antics. Kiri wasn't much of a affectionate person but he knew that she was truly scared when he was unconscious so hugged her tighter to comfort her.

"I missed you too." His little sister, tuk spoke adoringly still cuddling him.

"I missed you too little warrior." Neteyam replied back, hugging her tightly. All of them stayed in their family's embrace, too afraid to let go. Mo'at broke the moment so she could let her poor grandson breathe.

"Ok, everyone out. Let the poor boy breathe. Come in one by one not in huddles. Now out" She shooed everyone out. But no one moved, they let go of each other but refused to go out. Who would blame them, they had just witnessed Neteyam almost leave them.

His parents went near the conner of the tent to get some herbs ready for Neteyam and give their children a moment.

Lo'ak looked at his brother brokenly.

"I'm sorry" Lo'ak looked at his brother guiltily, tears gathered at the corner of his eyes.

"Hey, hey it's not your fault. It's not your fault." Neteyam leaned his forehead against him and kept repeating the same words to make him believe that it was truly not his fault.

"It was my fault, I should've been more careful. I'm sorry brother." Neteyam softly told his brother not to startle him.

"Stop it with the sorrys both of you. What hapenned. Happened. What matters is Neteyam is alive." Kiri butted in between to end her brothers' reslove.

"But-"

"Kiri's right, besides its weird to see you both getting sappy." Tuk cut Lo'ak off. Wow little Tuk taking inspo from kiri.

"You said your sorrys now Neteyam. Lo'ak. Hug."She looked at neteyam and Lo'ak sternly, putting her hands on her hips.

She looked so much like Neytiri right now, the brother couldn't help but gulp in fear and look at each other to convey the same thing.

'Kiri has turned into mom. There is no saving us now.' But embraced each other anyways, letting out a little laugh at the end. They let each other go when they saw Ronal, Tonowari, Tsireya(cue lo'ak's staring problem) , Ao'nung, Roxto entering the tent.

But there was one more person who was hesitant to come in the tent. She kept looking through the little gap in the tent, trying to get a glimpse of neteyam. When Neteyam caught her staring and looked at her mesmerizingly. But it only lasted for a moment when she looked away, putting a hand on her heart to calm it down.

Looking at her now, Neteyam mind, soul and heart was only filled with one name. 'Y/n'. Neteyam had longed for you, he had seen you after weeks? months? He couldn't imagine the pain you had went through for him but now he was going to make that right. He remembered every detail of the fight he had before he pushed himself to protect his brother. His only hope now was that you could forgive him.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #sully family #neteyam angst #tuk sully #kiri sully #loak sully #neytiri sully

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onskepa · 10 months

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Tstew ch 3

Helloooooooo everyone! Long awaited chapter! This, like the others, I had to re-write over and over. But! I have come to the conclusion that this will be the final chapter. Idk how long this will be but hopefully it shall satisfy everyone. Enjoy!

Ch1 , ch2 , Ch3

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It has been a few weeks since tstew began using her avatar. Things were sooooo much better than before. She can climb better, faster, and farther lengths. Eat meats that tasted delicious on her na'vi tongue! Swim without the need to carry the oxygen filter, to smell things without the mask in the way. Truly the best thing tstew could have ever wanted.

And truly the best thing the boys every wanted too. Every smile, hiss, sound that tstew makes, the three boys just cant help themselves. If they already loved tstew in her human form well they are down for her na'vi form.

Spider, the amazing, adventure seeking sunny boy loves his dear friend tstew. Growing up together, the firsts human pandoran beings. Native in their planet yet foreign. Not being able to truly be with the people. While spider wants to be na'vi, he admires tstew for doing her thing. While she was given a avatar, he admires she doesn't use it to greedy advantage. Still not wishing to connect with the Omatikaya clan but still connect with the fauna around her. Strong, flirty, and loud, spider knows her better than anyone else. They grew up together. He finds that it is only fair he should have her affections.

Lo'ak, trouble seeking, trouble seeks him, and breaks the rules rather than follow. He sees himself in tstew, and he sees her in him. Always pranking, causing chaos where ever they go, not being sorry for who they are. Lo'ak could never get bored with tstew around. She is just that fun! Always making games, cracking a few jokes, or even just scare others for laughs. Every time lo'ak looks into tstew's emerald eyes, it is like a window to a new world. He could never get tired of tstew. She always has something to show, new change and experience. Something lo'ak wants to have in his life.

Neteyam being the oldest of his siblings, wise and calm for his age. But with tstew? he is a melting mess. Tstew is like the sun to his moon. Bringing warmth, life, and color. Her little remarks and quick snaps makes him want to laugh. Not in a bad way. Her witty humor is always so refreshing and welcoming. What he lacks, she provides. When he is with tstew, he can easily drop his "big brother" role and just be a kid like those his age. When he sees her, be it human or na'vi form, he gets those tingling feelings deep in his stomach. Those fluttery feelings when you see someone you like. That is what he gets every time he sees tstew. He loves her for who she is all that is all there is to it.

Kiri wasn't dumb, she knew the attempts her brothers are trying to do. Gift giving, cracking specific jokes only tstew will understand, make things tstew will like. Or even mention something about an animal she likes. Tuk was thankfully oblivious to those things. Best to stay that way.

Tstew on the other hand noticed the boys change of....perceiving things. "lo'ak, not that I am complaining buuuut....I think I have more than enough fruit" she tells him while pointing to 5 baskets full of her favorite fruit. Lo'ak was just ready to fill a sixth basket. "Perhaps its best you give at least 4 baskets to your family? you found some really ripe ones" she continues. Lo'ak puts down the fruits he was holding into the basket before turning to her. "But they don't like them very much. So that is why I am giving them to you" he replies. Tstew holds one in her hand and takes a bite, savoring its yummy taste.

"but it will seem like I am greedy. I can take one basket and share it with the others back at the post. If your family doesn't like them, give some to the people. We cant let these yummy fruits go to waste". That is another thing lo'ak loves about tstew. Her genuine care for others, better to give than to receive.

"yeah lo'ak! just a sad waste to see all those fruits-"

"spider you either take those stones back or I am throwing them at you" tstew says without even turning around. "yes ma'am" spider quickly replies and turns back.

Neteyam was observing the whole thing and took metal notes. Tstew doesn't like it when she is being over gifted, ok so something minimal can do.

"neteyam! that bow better be for yourself or for someone else because I am NOT hunting!" she shouts at him. Ok so the bow was not a good idea. Got it.

Tstew loves the animals too much to kill them. Yes she eats their meats but will do a small thank you for the deceased animal for their sacrifice. She may be tall and a bit athletic, she draws the line on pandora's precious fauna.

Trying to impress tstew sure is a challenge. She either wont accept it or when she does, wont think too much on it and go on about her day. The boys think she is that blind or turning her head away. Despite her flirting, no one knows if she was genuine or just playing around.

"boys will be boys" kiri says as she weaves a simple bracelet. Tstew sighs as she sits next to her. "you tell me, I don't know what made to act so.....gifting? so weird, if only they put the same effort in DOING THEIR ACTUAL SHIT AND NOT PROCRASINATE!".

Tstew looked to her surroundings and noticed tuk wasn't there with them. "hey kiri, where is tuk? I didn't see her leave?" she asks, kiri point to a direction to her left, "she said she got bored and went to play with her friends over there".

What no one knew.....was tuk making a collective BANK.

"two green stones and 5 arrows for neteyam confessing"

Tuk was having a large bet meeting with the other omatikaya children as they are betting on which boy will confess first.

"ok next!" tuk shouts.

Another child steps up, "10 arrows, 20 beads, and 5 feathers on spider!"

Tuk hopes neither confess so she can keep her hoard.

And that completes this tstew tribology! no more of this cause idk where else to go but! either way! I hope you all enjoyed it! until next time! see ya!

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blainesebastian · 11 months

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time away (ccg universe)

words: 1,791 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “they take a family trip to *Disney World and Luci gets lost while austin and ccg argue about a new role he accepted without talking to her about it” warnings: none notes: doing my best out here ya’ll idk lol enjoy xxx tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

It’s supposed to be a family vacation, one of the first you’ve taken to a place that’s a bit more hectic than the beach. You’re not complaining, you love Disney World, have loved it since you were a kid—so sharing all of this with Luci is one of your top ‘to-do’s.

Luci’s been handling the long park hours well, got her face painted with cheetah print at Animal Kingdom, found all the hidden Remy statues in Epcot, insisted on far too many Mickey Ice Cream bars in Hollywood Studios. She loves Magic Kingdom the best, especially when she’s dressed as a princess and you find that putting her in a dress that matches Cinderella or Belle makes you want to cry.

There’s something that reaches deep into your chest and squeezes at being here with Austin, at sharing this with him, at watching Luci hand him a Mickey balloon or putting Mickey ears on his head. At having him hold her sleeping body as you all walk out of the park or take the bus back to the resort. Makes you fall a little bit more in love with him—as if that were at all possible.

It’s been wonderful so far, more than you could have ever asked for.

And then Austin mentions he’s interested in a film that will take him across the country—he’s already said yes. To a movie he’s never spoken about before.

You kinda stare at him, your hand halfway into a popcorn bucket shaped like a Cinderella’s castle as you take a small break from walking around Magic Kingdom.

“Mama popcorn,” Luci pouts from standing between you and Austin, tugging on your shirt.

You’re trying not to distract yourself from what he’s telling you, glancing down at Luci and lowering the popcorn bucket that’s attached to your shoulder by a strap. You just feel—there are so many overwhelming and conflicting emotions. You’re undeniably happy for him, have always been incredibly supportive of his endeavors and have rarely questioned him about logistics. You get how crazy it can get; you’ve dipped your toes into the industry yourself.

But you’re also…confused and frustrated because it’s very unlike Austin to accept something without talking to you first.

“What do you mean you ‘agreed to it’ already—last time I checked, we lived in New York, not LA.” And alright, there’s really no need to be petty about geography but, you’re really having a hard time with processing this ‘across the country’ thing.

It’s not like Austin hasn’t done longer trips before to distant places, it’s the ‘untold’ part sitting uncomfortably in your chest, pushing your ribcage apart.

He takes in a short breath, his jaw working a moment as he chews on words, selecting them carefully, “I know. This was a last-minute swap—filming was supposed to be on the East Coast but then,” Austin trails off, shaking his head, looking out towards the crowd of people in the park. You can tell as he takes a moment that it’s convoluted, nothing is as it seems. “Got pushed to LA to fit some setting requirements?”

His voice is a little less sure as he talks, almost like he might regret it? But it doesn’t change the fact that he has agreed—that he’s doing this, with or without your support. You know it’s not always that simple, painting situations black and white is dangerous, it lives in a world of gray. Austin didn’t make this decision flippantly, regardless of how much it stings to hear it.

But you don’t understand how this is going to work—you can’t go with him, you can’t uproot Luci like that, but the alternative is what? Months at a time where he’s gone? You know this is all part of it, as an actor, but you’re also much more used to planning something out together. Not jumping in after him.

You know your reaction is based on fear alone, you don’t like the feeling of things slipping through your fingers.

“I might be involved with a project at the end of the month,” You tell your husband, his eyes slightly widening in two-fold because—for one, he’s happy for you, but on the other hand, it’s a factor that he hadn’t considered. Both of you being busy.

“I didn’t know.”

And you let out a snap of a laugh because, “Yeah, that sucks, doesn’t it?”

The muscle in Austin’s jaw works, “Y/N.”

“I was finalizing things with my agent; I was going to tell you when we got back from our trip.” Which…you hate that it feels slightly ruined, you’re gonna have to stop being dramatic. You get can it back to that perfect place, right?

You shake your head, hating that you feel flares of annoyance lick at your nerve endings when none of these conversations should be happening now, on vacation. You take a deep breath, pushing down emotions, focusing on having a good day with Luci—

Glancing down, you go to run a hand through her hair, and freeze. A hiccup of fear instantly settling in your throat because—Luci is gone. She's...not standing between you and your husband anymore. You look up, this frantic feeling building in your chest as you do a quick sweep around you but she's not here, she's not anywhere.

Your hand instantly comes down on Austin's wrist, squeezing hard, "Austin."

It takes a second for Austin to spring into action, gently taking your hand and squeezing as he moves, eyes alert as he takes in the crowd. He starts calling for her, his voice calm and collected and…honestly, he’s stronger than you are, because you don’t think you can open up your mouth without emotion choking your windpipe.

You’re not gonna cry, because that’s not going to help anything, but you definitely feel tears well in your eyes because how could you be so selfish in what you were arguing with Austin about that you didn’t even take the time to hold account of your daughter?

Deep down you’re aware you can’t blame yourself, that neither of you were paying attention, that Luci felt safe standing between your bodies.

There are so many people everywhere and your heart jumps into your throat and Austin’s voice sounds too far away when he says ‘don’t worry, we’ll find her’ because every worst possible scenario is dancing through your head right now.

And ten minutes feel like hours and Austin is tugging you towards a Help Desk to talk to someone when—

“Mommeee.”

You turn sharply at the voice because you know it like the back of your hand and a large gasp of air tumbles into your lungs as you take four steps forward and take Luci out of a cast member’s arms. You don’t really realize how hard you’re crying, in relief but also mixed with too many other emotions, until Austin comes up beside you and turns you both into his chest. He wraps an arm around you, keeping you close,

“Thank you.” Austin tells the woman, running a hand along your back.

“Oh of course, saw her wander into the shop and after a few questions, figured she was lost. Super polite though, even though the tears.”

She gives you both a small smile before walking through the shop doors and you only pull back when you feel Austin gently cup both sides of your head. He presses a kiss to your forehead, looking down at Luci. You sniffle, getting a better look at her—you can tell she’s been crying too, pink cheeks and wet eyelashes, and the cast member must have bought her a stuffed Mickey because she’s clutching it against her chest.

You shake your head, too overwhelmed to talk. Austin draws in a breath, brushing Luci’s hair out of her face—he’s not angry, but his voice is firm,

“Luci, what have we talked about before? We do not wander off like that, not without mommy or daddy.”

Luci kind of babbles as she talks, clearly the experience wasn’t too great for her either, she’s shaken regardless of being found by a nice woman and bought a Mickey stuffed animal. She seems to know that she messed up and upset her parents, along with giving herself a fright.

You let out a shuddering breath, trying to calm yourself down, running your hands over Luci’s hair and kissing her cheeks, “Please don’t scare us like that again, okay baby?”

“Okay mommeee.” Luci mumbles, “No thank you.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, running a hand over your face. “Right.” Austin smiles, cupping your cheek to run his thumb along the bone there before drawing you both close.

It’s quiet on the Disney transportation bus ride back to the resort. Dark out, the bus packed, Austin seated against the window with a sleeping Luci on his chest and an arm wrapped around you, your head resting on his shoulder. You know that both of you could arrange a personalized SUV, take you from place to place as you do at home but…there’s something so normal about all this that you crave.

Austin shifts against his seat, a soft sigh leaving your nose as you tuck your face against his neck. He tilts his head down, brushing his lips along the spot near your ear,

“You alright?” He asks, pressing a kiss there.

You swallow, nodding, quiet for a few moments more. There’s still leftover adrenaline leaving your body, making you feel slightly shaky. You reach out and touch Luci’s leg, running your thumb over her calf in a calming motion for yourself, assuring that you found her, that she’s okay.

“M’sorry about before,” Austin says after a moment—and God, none of that even feels like it matters right now, but you appreciate that he’s trying. “Everythin’ happened so fast but…you’re right, I should have talked to you about it first.”

You close your eyes, breathing him in, “We’ll figure it out,” You pull back just a little, tilt your face up so you can take a look at his face. It’s dark in the bus but there’s the flicker of orange streetlamps, the light of the moon outside.

And you know that’s so much of a larger issue, so many things at play in terms of Austin’s obligations and your own commitments, but it’s the point of the matter, isn’t it? That you’ll both slow down and have that conversation? Come to a conclusion together. Might not specifically work out this time, you know that, but…

You give him a soft smile, comforted by the closeness of your family—regardless, this is how you know deep down, that whatever happens, it’ll be okay.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

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yourlocalstranger123 · 8 months

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do obey me datebles with a yoimiya from genshin impact? She loves fireworks and has a child like way of looking at things and great with kids.

I love her so much🥰

Sorry if its to much or you not taking ask's. So just ignore if so😅 this way my first time so sorry.

《Summary》: You were quite the cheerful human to them. Being literally everyone's therapy as they enjoyed your cheerfulness and the warmth you give out. You were good with children too!

(Maybe they should start a family with you—)

Reader can be read as a girl or boy. Idk

A/N: I do not remember the lessons well so if I get some details wrong, apologies. Also Beel and Mammon has the same end color, sorry!!

ALSO!!! THERE WILL BE PART 2 FOR THE REST OF THE BROTHERS AND MAYBE PART 3

Easter egg: Did you notice I did a little something about the brothers? Y'know, what demon they are. EXCEPT for asmodeus, instead of "lust," it's "attraction/attract" bc I don't really wanna use the word lust for this....❌️ Also, with Satan, too. I put in multiple words that can equal like some wrath in a friendly way? For ex: his heart felt tortured but felt in a good way or etc. (Love definitely lmao)

(No. I do not have a favorite just because I gave levi a sticker. I can't find a good one for his symbol, so...AND BECAUSE I DEFINITELY CAN SEE HIM TRYING TO DO PICK UP LINES WHILE CONFESSING HIS LOVE TO YOU LMAO—)

(SAME WITH SATAN, I JUST DID FIRE...AND YOU'LL KNOW WHY)

Warning: Slight Angst, AND SORRY FOR THE CRINGEY CONFESSIONS. I TRIED OKAY 😭🤧

♤♡~《Obey me•°××× ×××°•Brothers》~◇♧

Lucifer

(Both should be from obey me game official art)

× he always ignored you. Never really interacting with you unless necessary. You gained quite the popularity of being such a sweet, kind girl.

× But when you defended Luke and took responsibility when he accidentally took the grimoire as you and Beel were simply trying to hide him, he felt his heart ache. Why?

♤ He wanted to apologize to you for yelling at you and almost killing you, but his pride was overthrowing it. But....you...you still welcome him. Asking him if he wanted to join you and his brothers seeing your fireworks. Of course, he declined. Saying it's not worth his time and he's busy as the brothers complained at him for being so mean!

♤he secretly watched you out of the window of his office. Clenching his hands as he saw you all enjoying your fireworks. Heart thumping when he saw your beautiful and warm smile....how could you smile like that? Especially to demons...so freely..

♤ he decided to maybe try interacting with you. Only saying it's for business and only trying to make you comfortable. (He just wanted to spend time with you)

♤ seeing how busy he was, eyes drooping as his hair was messy while he was still doing papers. You decided to convince him to go outside, not letting him know something,,

♤ he went outside with a small blanket you wrapped around him. He sat down on a bench next to you as he looked where you pointed. His eyes shined, filling with bright colors as he saw fireworks firing beautiful into the night sky. He tried covering his face with his arm as he starting tearing up.

♤ he felt a warm hand wiping of his tears as you looked at him, patting his back. It wasn't out of pity, just pure warmth and concern. He finally lets himself rest. Leaning onto your shoulder as he listened to the popping of the fireworks....

♤ everyone was shocked when him, the work-alcoholic getting out of his office to spend some time outside?! He glared at the staring eyes but soften when you happily walked around. So cheerful as you played with the children approaching you. No wonder his brothers and other people had such a liking and attraction towards you.

♤ he was so proud and prideful that he had you on his side and in his life too.

"You're like the peace between heaven and hell. Bring warmth to both sides.....[name], I love you"

(When you kissed him, you could see him smiling as if he wasn't nervously blushing while doing it. And giving him an extra kiss on the cheek? You would make his day better)

Mammon

(1st is wedding art from obey me game) (2nd is from @angyefdez in Twitter)

× he did really care about you. Only after money, of course, but he didn't know why you kept cheering him up when he's precious Goldie, the credit card was taken away. Always trying to cheer him up with your fireworks and being playful in a random park, which he somehow enjoys a lot and always hopes it every time his precious credit card is taken away.

× the way you laughed but still respected him as the great mammon made a tug on his heart. Clenching on his chest as he thought about you. Whenever he goes shopping and sees something you like, he imagines how happy you would be. Then poof, he suddenly bought it.

$ blushing furiously as he just shoves the gift into your arms and says, "You're w- welcome!" And just walks away. But you can feel the stare burning a hole through your back behind a wall as you open it. Chuckling as you hugged the gift onto your chest. Keeping it near your heart as you smiled. Suddenly, his heart suddenly goes wild! And as he clutched onto his chest, he looks away and blushes.

$ now he buys you gifts every time he goes shopping. Small, big, cute, fancy, you always seem to appreciate it. Praising him and thanking him every time. He sometimes pouts when you hang out with some weak old demon. He's the avatar of greed?! Why hang out with them?!

$ but every time you ask him if he wants to hang out with you and watch your fireworks, always forget about it and willingly follow you. Sitting on the grass, he smiles when you light up a firework and see the usual big warm grin as you run to him and carelessly flop down and wait.

$ he felt quite greedy over you, wanting more of your attention and being more spoiled with your love and affection. (Like who wouldn't)

$ As he watches the fireworks burning brightly, giving light to the dark of the sky. As if the stars are shining even brighter and reflecting off your figure, he looks at you. Smiling as his hand scoots over and comes over yours.

"You're my treasure. I will put you on top of everything, my daimond. [Name], please become my everything, I love you"

(HE WOULD BLUSH SO MUCH THAT STEAM WOULD COME OFF HIS HEAD IF YOU KISSED HIM! and on the lips? You definitely would make him pass out)

Asmodeus

(Both are official art of obey me game)

× he enjoys fireworks, as it burns brightly and beautifully. He was surprised when he found you slightly messy and with your hair tied up as you're making fireworks. You noticed that he just stood there near the door of your room, watching you.

× You didn't touch him without washing your hands first, and he liked that. He liked that you respected his personal space and boundaries (even though he would love for you to touch him)

× Oh, how he loved to style your hair. It doesn't matter if it takes hours. He'll still do it. He watches you when you would play around with the children and twirl them around. He almost squealed when he felt you pick him up (even if you're shorter than him) and also twirl him around (like a pretty little princess fr. Just like the baby girl he is lmao-)

♡ His face goes slightly pink whenever he sits down as you show him some small fireworks for him to use. Every night, he lays down in bed, thinking about you and what you were gonna plan for him tomorrow. He giggles like a girl teenager in love as he drifts off to sleep, smiling.

♡ He walks along with you as you cover his eyes with a blindfold. He felt you stop and taking off his blindfold. Opening his eyes, he slightly gasped when he found himself near a lake as the night was a full moon. Hearing you chuckle and setting up the fireworks, he watches in awe. It was so beautiful.......

♡but the thing that most attracts his attention was you

"You are the one that shines brightly and beautifully in my eyes. You never wither away like a flower and always stay tall and strong, [name], I love you so much"

(He would kiss you first, definitely. Wrapping his arms around your neck or waist as he kisses you. You would take him aback if you kiss him back, and you could see him blushing as he grins. He'll definitely enjoy it if you picked him up and held him like a pretty little princess again and smothering his face with kisses)

Leviathan

(Both from obey me game)

× He never really gave any thoughts about you. He always sees you playing games with children, either outside games, inside games, or even video games. Although your style of making up games was interesting, he still didn't pay much attention....Until you caught him wearing Ruri-Chan merch and her dress..... (You thought he enjoys cross-dressing or like wearing feminine clothing until he corrected you.....you may or may have not bought him more Ruri-Chan merch and dress)

× he was sooo embarrassed!!! He avoided you as much as he could and locked himself in his room for days!! Not until you knocked on the door, asking about Ruri-Chan and Anime. Saying that you were interested. Which made him hesitant but thrilled to show you the world of it. He squealed when he finally had someone to watch Ruri-Chan and Anime with him!

🎮 And when you asked him to play some video games with you, oh, you could see the excitement in his eyes. He made you come to his room every night and play with him [Don't let your dirty minds go wild >:( ] He would hog you so much that even the Brothers got jealous and tried taking you away from him for their own time with you.

🎮 He always envy those who captured your attention as if he doesn't already hog your attention. (Every brother would, especially Mammon since he is the demon of greed)

🎮 He would hesitate about going outside and spending time instead of staying in his room watching Ruri-Chan and playing video games. But he still followed you. He watches you play games with the children as you drag him over to join you and them. He never felt so active in physical activity. But it was worth it seeing the smile you had.

🎮 He found you making fireworks as you were excited to show him it. He quickly tried putting a blanket on the ground and patted the spot near him. You set off the fireworks as you ran back and laughed. Pointing at the sky, he saw fireworks blooming into a figure. It was Ruri-Chan! He was so excited and watched it as Ruri-Chan made different poses for each fireworks. He really loved spending time with you.....and he loves you

"U- uh, ahaha...." He flips the pages of a book as you stand there and chuckle. "A- are you Wi-fi? Because I can feel a connection!" Or "Are you my phone(life) charger? Because without you, I'd die!"

(Here's the real confession after those pick-up lines and he definitely still is stuttering hehe)

"[Name]...I- I uhm....I would love to spend my life with you...I love you!"

(He'll become redder than red itself if you kiss him anywhere, and he'll explode like a volcano if you kiss him on the lips.)

Satan

(Both from game)

× he was interested in your fireworks. After you got closer with him, he actually asked for a custom firework. (The fireworks were like klee bombs on safety mode as fireworks) Amazed how it can burn so brightly without burning the near surrounding things since it was on fire....literally.....you kinda had to have a bucket of water ready since it was so hot that it actually burned something.(his heart) the plants ahhaah....

× his heart softly bounded against his chest lately. Did you put a spell on him? He grumbles for the whole day but soon lit up like a cat who sees their favorite person with a treat when he sees you. As soon as he realized, he blushed and quickly walked away. Leaving you behind cunfused.

🔥 this feeling felt painful, torturing, but felt so good. But it felt way worse when he wasn't with you for a while. And even WORSER when he sees you with some random demon. He just felt like ripping that demon to shreds, making them regret and wish they were dead.

🔥He starts to miss you, slightly pouting a bit. But he heard a meow outside his door, checking on it he sees you holding a cat as you have fireworks in a bag.

🔥 he happily held the cat in his arms as he excitedly followed you. Standing under a tree, he watches the fireworks with you. Leaning softly over to your shoulder. And he even invited himself to lay his head on your lap when you let him!

"You set my heart ablaze. It feels so hot but feels so good. But it hurts me to see you with someone else. You have my soul in your hands as it is on a firely blaze.....[name], I love you"

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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hold on — carmy berzatto

a/n: we want soft moments for carmy only!! It is the season of love after all. I’m taking a stab at writing a little bit this month, I’ve been more in the spirit this time around. Nothing too long but hopefully makes you feel a little something.

S/n: always written with a blk or brown woman in mind. Not overly descriptive so you’re welcome to imagine whomever.

prompt: running a bath for a loved one + catering to them like Destiny’s child :)

WARNINGS: things get eccentric? Idk I have no ties with the spirit realm or healers lol. I did minimal research, not gonna lie. This is just for story purposes, don’t take it too seriously if it’s not really your thing—It’s not Carmy’s either! + gif belongs to its rightful owner! You know the deal.

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“Uh, how the hell did you get into my apartment?” Carmy stood frozen in the entryway of his living room.

That last thing he expected to see was his old and only friend from high school swaying away in his living room.

A deep dimple appeared in her cheek as she glanced over her shoulder at the blue eyed man.

“Carmy! Welcome home!” She waved the incense in the air as if it was a wand, before walking on her toes towards him, he knew that habit to be from years of gymnastics.

Interlocking her wrists around Carmy’s neck, her dark eyes connected with his much lighter ones.

“Not that it’s not great to see you but…what are you doing here?” Carmy pried, almost waiting for her to drop some form of news on him.

They shared the same sentiments yet Carmy knew how to deal with it better. He found a sense of comfort being attached to his family, that was one thing that he was sure of, having family at the end of the day. Carmy already knew that he would be right down at the original beef after graduation, beside his brother, Mikey, continuing to help what their parents could no longer do.

He was the youngest so whenever Carmy was exposed to questioning events in the Berzatto household, his head was always turned to face another direction. That’s how it always was. From the moment he entered senior year and his dad started complaining about chest pains, Mikey would push Carmy to help their mom clean the kitchen, when he would catch his mother and sugar giggling about some special date she was excited about, Mrs. Berzatto would ask if he had a date of his own with her tonight, and when there would be arguments between his mother, Mikey, and their father about Mr. Berzatto putting off doctor visits, Sugar would drag Carmy back upstairs to talk about school.

It seemed as if everyone wanted to lead Carmen to another path, a better one in their eyes but it all ended up bittersweet in the process.

She suddenly gripped Carmy’s face, analyzing every detail as if she could ever forget what he looked like. Round blue glaciers for eyes, a tall pointed nose, scruff all along his jaw and chin, long brows and thin at the tips, faint moles underneath his left eye and another on his cheek by the scar sugar accidentally gave him one summer.

Still Carmy.

Except she always seemed to know more than what she let on, even if they haven’t talked but that didn’t mean she didn’t attempt to in her own way. They were always on different time zones and she sent a post card every once in awhile that he kept tucked inside a impressive bookcase.

“You need to prioritize self-care, my friend.”

“That’s doesn’t answer my question.” Carmy sighed, he was used to his friend’s mind wandering.

Huffing she spun away from him, long lettuce trimmed skirt ruffled at her ankles as she placed the incense in a ashtray that sat on the coffee table. The woman stood in almost perfect posture, inhaling and turning back with hands on her waist.

Her arms were equally decorated in tattoos as she twisted her fingers out to Carmy who just blinked at her, “isn’t it obvious? I’m here to provide that self-care.”

“Which entails…what exactly?” Carmy leaned from one foot to the other, while crossing his arms.

She walked up to place her fingertips against Carmy’s abdomen, “your gut-health is heavy. I can just tell by looking at you. It’s holding a lot and we need to clear that up.”

“No.” Carmy lightly flicked her hand away to plop down on the couch, “Whatever spiritual shit you wanna do, I don’t have the energy to get into tonight. I just worked a twelve hour shift and all I want to do is try to get a nap in—

“Napping is not full sleep. This cleanse will help with that and that’s what I’m here for.”

“Who says I need it? Let me guess? Sugar?” Carmy scratched at his hair, “‘ppreciate that but I’m not feeling it. Take it up with her for wasting your trip back here.”

“Spending time with you is never a waste,” she stated patiently with her hands clasped in front of her, “I know you’re not into my whole spiritual shit, which is fine. But I’m here and we need to do something better than just holding on.”

Carmy felt his brows twitch into a frown but found himself pressing his chin into the palm of his hand in thought. It was his turn to look at his old friend. Of course he had a idea that she found some sort of spiritual awakening when he received a postcard from Nepal…and he knew this was genuine but Carmy always had to keep moving.

He didn’t have time to let things settle.

Carmy also noticed that she said, “we,” which wasn’t so foreign. She’s always been the kind of person to take your problems as her own. However Carmy couldn’t help but to think that something else might be going on with her too. After all it’s been two years since they physically saw each other and a lot can happen in two years, hell—even a year!

“Can we start with a simple conversation first?” Carmy started, “how’ve you been?”

“Ah,” she kicked out a bare foot, “I already made myself comfortable. We can do the socializing after we take care of you first.”

“I don’t need—

A look was sent his way and Carmy found himself scoffing out laughter. She was not letting this whole “gut saving,” thing go. He pinched at the skin in between his brows as he thought this over. One thing he was aware of is, he wouldn’t get as much sleep as he needed so at least he would continue to be productive?

“Okay honey, what do we—

Before he could finish his sentence she skipped right up to him. She interlocked their fingers together and tugged for him to get back on his feet. Carmy was used to the soreness in his feet; being on them hours at a time so he ignored the buckle in his knees as he stood. His eyes locked on her frame as she sent him a sweet smile, leading the way with her woodsy but powdery scent lingering in the air.

Carmy did not expect to be brought into his bathroom. How the cubed space was only illuminated by pillar candles and smelled citrusy instead of the usual bleach and Lysol filled bathroom. His eyes then shifted to the greenery that was hooked to the tub.

“Why is there eucalyptus hanging on my shower?

“There’s also small bags of it combined with lavender wrapped around the sink,” she added, “I told you, I’m here to help.”

“By putting a hex on me?”

Suddenly she gasped as if the man she’s known for the longest offended her, “I would never! Not to you, my true soulmate. But I don’t recommend reaching out to my last two partners though. They might say something different.”

Carmy snorted out a laugh.

He was still skeptical but he also knew her. It was not in her nature to want to hurt him, they were too connected.

“alright uh, what do I need to do? Is there a pentagram hiding underneath one of these rugs or what?” Carmy lightly joked while she rolled her eyes.

She sat on the edge of the tub and ran her hand across, which echoed the sound of water splashing around. Shaking her hand out she crossed one leg over the other and dipped her head, “remove your clothing.”

“What?”

“Connecting with the water in the way that we first entered the planet is key. We as humans have had a spiritual connection to water for generations, it’s what we need to survive but it’s also energetically healing.” She explained to the man who listened but still couldn’t find that correlation.

Carmen hummed as he nodded his head, “that’s cool to know and I respect it but I’m not getting naked.”

“Do you shower with your clothes on?”

“Of course not.”

Her stare was intense,“Then what are you so afraid of?”

“I’m not taking my clothes off in front of you, that’s out!” Carmen hissed while she exhaled.

She pushed off the edge of the tub, “I never said you had to get completely naked…you’re not ready for that step in vulnerability and that’s okay. I’ll do that for the both of us.”

In that moment Carmy felt like his eyes were about to bulge out of his head like one of those squeak toys. He stalked towards her, reaching for her wrist to halt her from yanking the tie that was around her neck.

“Don’t do that, it’s not necessary.”

Her laugh sounded like bells as a small one escaped her full lips, “it kinda is and I can say that because I’m a healer. This is my territory. You don’t have to be shy, we’ve seen each other in our natural glory plenty of times before! You have a wonderful body…from what I can remember anyways.”

Carmy puffed out a breath, “God! what am I? A fifteen year old boy who just had their mother walk in on them fresh out the shower and is trying to erase her son’s embarrassment?”

“Did that happen with you and Mrs. Berzatto?” Her head tilted to the side while Carmy dropped her wrist.

He ran a hand over his mouth in frustration, “shut up. I’m not doing this stupid therapy session with you so that you feel…whatever it is you think you’re gonna feel. I don’t need you to fix me…I’m going to the sessions okay? and why won’t you answer why you’re really here?”

It was the first silence that filled the bathroom that made Carmy flick his eyes back to his old friend. She began slowly pacing the bathroom now as she took in his emotions. They’ve always been a “weird” duo growing up, with her wearing all sorts of whacky colors and patterns, a large vitiligo patch that took up the apple of her right cheek trailing up to her temple, and preferred doodling and creating stories than talking to other people.

Yet she never seemed to mind talking to Carmen. He had the stutter and preferred her speaking for them both when they were around large groups of people, especially when he got nervous. Carmen’s mind was always wandering but whenever she was near it tended to slow down for some time.

Like the possibility of a dream could be reality when their eyes held onto each other.

“Please don’t forget who you’re talking to here,” she softly said, “I’ve always loved you for all that you are…even if you don’t exactly know who that is yet. My intentions are to solely just be here, next to you, while you heal.”

She didn’t attend Michael’s funeral because she didn’t deal with death well. However she knew that it wasn’t about her and sent her condolences to Mrs. Berzatto while sharing a lengthy phone call with sugar. With Carmy? He dodged her attempts to reach out to him and she didn’t take it personal. Sure death was part of the life experience but it always felt so out of place to her back then. She also learned that Carmy didn’t attend either—not mentally anyways…he was in town for the service but he couldn’t bring himself to stay inside the church or watch them place his big brother into the ground.

She understood that better than he did.

“No, I get that. Fuck, I’m sorry…Even if the philosophy is strange as hell,” Carmy let out a long exhale, “but I’m sensing something else is going on. What is it?”

That’s when she let her top fall and Carmy immediately put his back to her, “Jesus! Why!? Are you serious right now?”

“Very.” She responded walking to the tub and climbing in with only her low-waist skirt, “the water’s starting to cool off. Are you getting in or is this going to be a one person session?”

What did Carmen really have to lose?

He still wasn’t getting naked but he did kick his shoes to the side and step out of his work-day trousers. He swallowed with his eyes closed and took a deep breath before he moved to head to the tub. Just as he was getting ready to climb in, her voice halted him.

“Against me, instead of across. My heart to your sacral and possibly solar plexus.” She instructed.

Carmy kept his eyes on her face and figured this would be easier with him in front. Shaking his head, he held onto the edge of the tub before he shifted to face the opposite direction and stepped in. The water was much hotter than he expected, letting out a hiss as the water stung at his ankles. Although the bathroom was dim he could see swirls of pink salt and petals, orange and lemon slices, and herbs floating around.

“Sit.”

“I’m gonna!”

“Your flat ass is still in my face.”

“Oh, Fuck off.”

“I love you too.”

Carmy rolled his eyes as he slowly allowed his body to sink into the steaming water. He sat forward, both tatted hands resting against the edge of the tub. Briefly he glanced over his shoulder at her in question, “so what now?”

Her hand shot out, reaching under his arm and over to push at his chest, urging him to rest his head back against her clavicle. Carmy exhaled as he felt his shirt become damp and cling to him now.

“You know…you’re still very bossy.”

“Coming from a chef? I think not.”

A twitch of a smile appeared on his lips at that.

Her arm remained wrapped across his chest and hugged him from underneath the pit.

“We’re going to set the intention now.”

“Which means what?”

“Set what the purpose of this healing will be for you.”

“You said you could see the gut issues all on me…whatever that means,” Carmy began talking with his hands, the droplets fell from the tips of his fingers, “so I’m guessing it would be for that?”

“You got it.”

“…and what about you?”

“Hm?”

“You wouldn’t be inside the water with me if this healing sesh was just for me, now would you?” Carmy asked.

The man was smarter than he gave himself credit for.

She thought fast, “I had to get you in here somehow right?”

It was Carmy’s turn to hum now. The hand that was once covered in water and herbs, lifted to press against her’s. Silently that was his way of knowing and telling her that when she was ready, he was around.

“So,” she breathed, “let’s start by closing our eyes, focus on your breathing, and then the feeling of the water.” She coached.

Carmen always had trouble focusing but the second he closed his eyes, blackening his sight momentarily and inhaled the multitude of scents that were in the room with him now, it all began to feel natural. He didn’t feel himself flinch as another hand gently rested on his stomach as he inhaled then exhaled.

He got comfortable with his back pressed against her front, a ink embedded arm was secure around his body, while the rest of him gradually felt lighter the longer he kept his eyes closed. Any negative thought that occurred in his day that dared to swirl through his mind, was almost instantly bum rushed away with a snarl he was familiar with.

He wanted to open his eyes to question it, how the ball of emotions he kept bottled up could be smacked away just like that? It couldn’t be that easy…although his legs and feet felt like he was floating but was still leveled by the guide that held him by the chest. Up ahead of his body, he felt the tugging of the organ that beat inside of it’s cage, covered in barbed wire until his head rolled to the side.

He thought when his eyes adjusted to the few burned out candles, that he must have dozed off for maybe ten-twenty minutes? It wasn’t until he felt the once steaming water was now barely lukewarm. Abruptly he sat up, water sloshing as he looked around, before he twisted his body to face his friend who sat peacefully with a J pressed to her lips.

“How do you feel?” She asked around a cloud of smoke that she blew to the side.

Carmy used the palms of his hands to press into his eyes until he saw stars, “ah…what the hell was that?”

“Did you see something?”

“I saw a lot that doesn’t really make a whole lotta sense to me.” Carmy admitted.

She dipped her head in understanding, “yeah, my first time also fucked with my head…then it all came together.” She responded before leaning forward, “here.”

Carmy plucked the j and brought it to his lips, taking a few puffs before he scooted forward, getting ready to explain but she held out her hands to stop him. “We don’t have to discuss it now. You marinate on it first after you get more sleep and see if your perception changes in twenty-four hours.”

He blinked, unsure what to say to that. Sometimes dreams? Illusions? weren’t meant to be discussed. Just felt. However Carmy felt like he had some concerns from what he just witnessed.

“How long was I out?”

“Almost an hour.”

Carmy let out a low whistle, “Can I?”

She motioned for him to feel free as he slid back to rest against her chest. He took another puff before passing it back to the woman who held onto it between her fingers. Carmen also did the honors of grabbing her other hand to play with her fingers.

It started to come back to him in spurts, almost like a spasm until she pressed her nose to the side of his face. “You need a official shower now, stinky bear.”

Carmy breathed out a laugh joking, “are you taking that with me too, honey bear?”

“Only if you’re comfortable.”

And that’s how they ended their night, standing face to face with Carmy underneath the shower head. It was his turn to search her face, cradling it while using the pads of his thumbs to caress her skin. Her hands stayed on his wrists, as they shared this intimate moment with the cleanse running down the drain.

Carmy hoped she didn’t run away once he revealed that he knew her secret. However it gave him some sort of warmth inside to know that she wanted to be near him when it happened. So he held her stare for as long as she wanted before she fully stepped into his embrace.

Skin to skin.

Her head fit right against his neck and he used the arm that didn’t rest against her back, to reach up to take the claw-clip that held her twists up. They fell down like a curtain around her and Carmy felt her squeeze herself even tighter to him then.

“I see you too, ya know?” He whispered over her head.

“It feels good to be seen doesn’t it,” she replied, “that’s why I’m glad the universe made you my person.”

She didn’t give much away, she was tricky like that and it was on the tip of Carmy’s tongue but he knew she didn’t want to make tonight about her.

It was not her intention.

So he’d save it for another day and hoped she stayed long enough for him to comfort her in return—no further questions asked—if the cleanse was right.

He gripped her chin this time, turning her face to place his lips on both of her eyes.

That hold that she had on him would not go unseen.

He cared too much to let that happen.

After all, she was just as much as his soulmate as he was her’s.

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sexybabystevie · 11 months

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Honestly I can’t stop thinking about how Steve would proudly wear your hair tie around his wrist (especially if it’s like a bright colored scrunchy or something like that) obviously everyone likes to poke fun at him for wearing it every day but he likes having something of yours that is visible to others so whenever you ask to use it he gets worried that you won’t give it back (but ofc you do because nothing is sweeter than him wearing it) and when a girl starts flirting with him he flaunts his wrist in their face to show them is happily taken and not interested

YES!!! i just wrote a little steve thought about him and sharing things, because i really do think he's the type who likes to share EVERYTHING so you can always be reminded of each other <33

also, i weirdly (and maybe falsely) remember a time when this kinda thing was a trend to write about?? idk maybe i'm making that up; either way, i'm happy to write this for you!!

i think maybe it starts out as an accident. you're walking around the mall together and you complain about your scrunchie being uncomfortable around your own wrist, and you don't wanna put it in your hair right now, so steve does what any good boyfriend would and takes it and puts it around his own wrist. every single time he looks down or gets a glimpse of it as you're browsing through the various stores, it brings a wide smile to his face, and from then on it just becomes a thing the two of you do.

you give him on of them to keep and wear whenever he wants - because you also like how connected it makes you, to have a piece of each other even when you aren't around one another - and it's got some bright neon pattern on it that steve's never even seen before, which only makes him like it more since it's unmistakably yours.

the kids are, of course, the first ones to make their teasing little remarks, but they don't bother steve at all. he just does his typical annoyed-older-brother- slash-pseudo-mom eye roll and continues on. he thinks of them as a version of those cute matching couples bracelets (despite the fact that yours are typically in your hair rather than on your wrist) so nothing - and i mean NOTHING - is going to get him to take it off. probably ever. (seriously. you're lucky he gives it back to you so you can use it when you ask; he has a little grumpy pout on his face if you ever have it for 'too long' because he feels like he's missing a piece of you).

and, of course, there's the massive advantage of having an easy way to throw off anyone who tries anything on him. working at the mall didn't really come with much competition for you, but when it burns after the summer of '85 and he starts working at family video, the number of girls that try to shoot their shot is hard to get used to and a little annoying for a guy who's in head over heels like steve. so, when some girl comes up and starts leaning over the counter and asking about steve's favorite romance movies, his new go-to move is to take the hand with the scrunches on it and purposefully place it on the counter, wiggling it around and toying with it as he rests his chin in his palm. if tht isn't enough for them to take a hint, then he'll just get lost in thought while staring down at it, making sure to pull off his most lovestruck expression to really relay the fact that he isn't single or interested.

most will either awkwardly apologize and go back to the sections of movies or they'll grumble as they walk back out the front door. if it comes off a little bitchy, then oh well; it's always a sight that makes robin stifle giggles as she's filling out paperwork or restocking the shelves.

#em speaks #steve harrington #stranger things #steve thoughts tm #asks #dear anons #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine

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breathlesslink · 8 months

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Chapter Four — Truth

[chapter warnings: cursing, dark past, hints at depression/grief, death topics]

t.o.c ; << | >>

a/n: hi everyone thanks for being so patient w me i know i’m bad at updating regularly idk what my issue is. also this chapter is for sure just a filler to get the reader’s backstory and motivation it’s literally ALL dialogue thank u love u

Pissed was an understatement.

You knew your sleep felt too fulfilling. You felt it in your dreams that you'd been sleeping for too long.

Link had chosen not to wake you for your night shift, opting to sit on a stool next to your bed with a book lying around the stable the entire night.

You felt off, wondering why chirping birds had woken you from your slumber instead of Link, before shooting up in the bed and looking around. It was getting light outside, the clock on one of the support beams of the stable reading "6:20".

Beside you, Link dog-eared the book page and tilted his head innocently. "Are you alright?"

"You!" Your head whipped around to him, "You didn't wake me up!"

"You needed sleep."

"So do you, asshat."

Link shook his head, putting the book down and standing up to stretch. "I slept for 100 years. I'm fully rested still."

You rolled your eyes. "As if."

Still slightly seething, you kicked the blankets off, shivering as the cool air hit your legs. You quickly put your socks and shoes on, grabbing your bag and getting ready to travel. Link was already outside readying the horses, and he handed you an apple for breakfast.

Taz and Epona seemed to follow the trails by heart now, which made it incredibly easy for Link to multitask looking at the paper map. He lifted the sheet up to you, pointing at a specific spot that was marked with an X.

"This mark is supposed to be Zora's Domain." He explains, "It'll probably take a while to get there, especially if we try to just catch stables to rest. Hate to break it to you, but we might be coming upon our first camp."

You groaned, half playfully and half not. Who could blame you, though?

"Goodbye, warm bed." You slumped into Taz's neck, earning a small chuckle from Link. "Are we going to the tower first? To get the actual map on your little gadget?"

"The Sheikah Slate? Yes." Link squinted at the map for a second time. "Before that, though. I want to head back to Impa to talk to her about my memories, so maybe we can take a shortcut through Kakariko to cut down time."

"We'd have to turn back and go down the other trail." You replied.

"It's like, a 10 minute ride back. You'll be fine."

"I'm not complaining!" You gasped, feigning offense. "If anything I'm, uh, rejoicing."

Link quirked an eyebrow. "About what? You can't be that excited to spend more time with me." He teased. The longer you spent with him, the more sassy and talkative he's become. Your only choice is to rival his sarcasm with your own.

"You're gonna make me hurl." You shot back, "In actuality, I want to ask her some things too." Sensing Link's silence as a motion to continue, you did. "She had to have known my parents before my siblings and I got taken. We lived in Kakariko. So maybe she knows something about the night it happened or anything that could lead me to Hiro."

You were silently kicking yourself in the rear for not thinking of it before, when you were originally in Kakariko. If Impa had been the Chief 100 years before your existence, and has been since then, then surely she knew of your family.

Link nodded, not pushing further. He'd figured out by now that your past was something you weren't ready to talk about. You both turned the horses around and headed back up the road, basking in a comfortable silence as you traveled towards the village.

———

Impa spoke to Link first.

You were allowed to stay in the room this time, as Link had told her you were traveling partners. It was interesting to watch from the sidelines as the two spoke of Link's missions— the Divine Beasts, Ganon, regaining his memories.

It all seemed so overwhelming to you, and yet Link stood firm. Ready to give his life again for a country he didn't even remember. You admired him for it.

It made your own mission seem smaller in comparison, so when Impa sent Link out to run errands for her for you to speak alone, you felt like a bug. Just waiting to be squashed under scrutiny. But that insecurity faded quickly as the door shut behind Link and Impa regarded you with a warm, familiar smile.

"It's been quite a long time, hasn't it?"

Relief flooded your system. She remembered you. "Yeah." You let out a breathy laugh, "It has. I, uh, actually have some questions. About that night."

"It seems as if trauma does not discriminate with repressed memories, does it? Whether it be an abduction or a hundred-year-old injury."

Pressing your lips together, you agreed once more. You struggled to make the words come out of your mouth. Too many questions floated through your head, and you couldn't choose which to ask first. As if sensing your unease, Impa spoke again.

"I'm assuming you'd like to know what happened."

You nodded. "It's been so long. Even if I did remember it all, it would be fuzzy."

"You were eleven whenever the Yiga attacked Kakariko. Your brother was eight, and your sister was only two." Impa started from the beginning, her eyes continuously assessing your reaction. "They came in the middle of the night, and lit the town ablaze. The people of Kakariko evacuated and met up at the mouth of the mountain, where the entrance to the town is, and did a headcount. Your entire family was nowhere to be found."

"What happened to my parents?" You were aware of the implications, and figured they had moved on from such a traumatic event in their life. Perhaps they had moved to another village to escape.

Impa averted her eyes, which confirmed the worst for you. "We found their bodies, but we could not find you three. We thought that perhaps the flames burned so hot that you all were gone without a trace, but soon after, a few Sheikah soldiers went undercover at the Yiga hideout for intel. Calamity Ganon is close to being back, so the Yiga have been more active.

We found files pertaining you— they had been watching for years. Waiting for a moment to strike. We wanted to get you out, but the Yiga had you all so heavily guarded. It was nearly impossible. One day, however, another mission went undercover and couldn't find you. That's when we heard of the escape. I figured it was only a matter of time until one of you came home."

You didn't speak for a moment, letting it all sink in. They were actively trying to find you. "Why us? We were just kids."

"100 years ago, before Calamity Ganon's return, your great grandfather was the top researcher of Sheikah technology. He worked alongside the King of Hyrule, Princess Zelda, and myself to prepare for the battle ahead." Impa smiled fondly, as if she was remembering the good times with your ancestor. "For some reason, the Guardians just listened to him. They activated at his touch while dead to everyone else. They were finicky things— still dangerous, even back then. And yet they'd listen to everything your great grandfather did.

The same went for your grandmother, and then your mother. My guess is that the Yiga believed one of you possessed the same gift of controlling such uncontrollable energy that our ancient technology contained. They wanted you on their side, so they could easily control it whenever the time came."

Reeling. That was the only word to describe your mental state.

You'd spent years— captive and free— wondering why. Why such things happened to you, how you played into these little plans that the Goddesses gave you. It almost felt comforting, though, when there was doubt. An idea that the Yiga grabbed you for no reason, or had the wrong people.

"How did you recognize me? It's been eight years."

"You're the mirror image of your father, dear." Impa gestured to the right of her, to a picture on the wall. You cautiously walked towards it, nervous to see whatever the frame held, yet fear was soon replaced with an entire flurry of emotions.

Happiness, nostalgia. Grief.

It was a family of five-- your family. You held Kimi against your hip, smiling a toothy, child-like grin as the baby version of your sister sucked her thumb. Hiro sported his signature pout, the picture taken while he was in the middle of rolling his eyes. Very typical.

What stuck out the most, however, was your parents. Their eyes were shining so brightly, and their smiles matched. Your mom was looking at you and your siblings with absolute adoration. Your father looked at her in the exact same way.

Your heart ached.

They loved you so much. They probably gave their lives protecting you, Hiro, and Kimi until the very end.

"This was taken only days before the incident." Impa explained, "It hangs as a memorial, but I want you to take it. Keep it as your own memorial now, in remembrance of not only your family, but also for your journey."

"My family isn't entirely gone. I found Kimi, just not Hiro."

Impa sighed. "I cannot help you there, but he is out there. An old lady knows it all." There was a twinkle in her eye as she winked. "Another thing. Rely on Link more. He speaks highly of you."

"He does? I haven't done anything, though--"

"100 years ago, Link was regarded as the Silent Knight." Impa all but interrupted you, presumably to keep you away from the route of self-doubt. "He never spoke to anyone. It took the Princess ages to even get a sentence out of him. I know not if it has to do with him simply forgetting who he used to be, or your presence, but he is open. Talkative. Relaxed. I saw him smile for the first time during our talk today, and it was when he was telling a story about you. Link is opening up to you, and it would help your journey so much if you did the same."

You looked back at the picture frame on the wall. At first, you felt so much despair thinking about the family you'd lost. You hadn't even thought about what you gained.

Your family in Gerudo-- Romah, Olu, Ashai, even the newest Chief had made your acquaintance during your stay. Impa. Link.

People were there to support you, even if they weren't your family. They were found, not given, and chose you. Going out of their way to love you.

And as you took the picture out of the frame and folded it into your pocket, thanking Impa for her time, you smiled. A real, genuine smile. The first one in a very long time.

"And don't forget to pull your collar up on the back of your neck!"

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rypnami · 25 days

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more than anything (pt. 1)

ship: leander prewett x sebastian sallow

word count: 938

warnings: mild angst, anxiety, vaguely implied transphobia.

summary: leander is returning to hogwarts for 5th year after transitioning over the summer. he struggles with anxiety over his identity as his family sends him off for the year.

a/n: @kaidynsarell completely inspired this lil fic. you’re the best! (don’t know pic credit sorry, please let me know if it’s yours so i can credit!) part 2 should be semi-soon idk

Leander stood on the train platform, feeling a bit faint. As usual, it was busy- trunks were loaded, parents said goodbye, students boarded the train- but to him, it all felt alien.

Would anyone even recognise him?

He had the same face, maybe, but he’d changed so much that most days when he looked in the mirror he didn’t even recognise himself.

Maybe they would all hate him. That was a thought that had been plaguing him for the past few weeks. No one would accept him, he’d have to move schools, lose all his friends… he tried to stop that thought. Worrying would do nothing.

His own parents hung back a few steps, letting him decide what he wanted to do. Lily had come along to send him off for the year, too, which was slightly embarrassing- no one else needed their big sister there. Then again, no one else, to his knowledge, had made such a big change, either.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His mum had come up and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We can wait a few more minutes, if you like?”

“Erm…” Leander cleared his throat, feeling a bit more embarrassed. “No, that’s okay..” He picked up his trunk. “I think I’m ready.”

“If you’re certain…” She moved her hand as if to pat his head, but seemed to think better of it, her hand pausing halfway.

Leander wasn’t certain at all. His stomach was in knots, and his knees shook slightly. He still felt a bit light-headed.

“We can wait a few more minutes, you know. There isn’t any rush,” Lily said quietly. Her eyebrows were knit together, her fingers drumming slightly on her thigh as she stood. She looked almost as anxious as Leander felt.

“But there *is* a rush,” Leander muttered. The train would be leaving soon- he couldn’t stand on the platform all day like a baby.

“There doesn’t have to be,” Mum said, worry seeping into her voice. “We can take all the time you need.”

“Don’t even have to take the train. We could just use the Floo network later this evening,” his father added.

Leander slammed his trunk down, growing annoyed. A few people glanced their way. “It’s fine! I’m fine!” He snapped. They hadn’t been this overbearing since his *actual* first day at Hogwarts. Although back then, Lily had still been attending, and she’d been able to look out for him. This time he would be all alone.

Alone and completely different.

Mum backed off, seeming hurt. His father, too, seemed upset. He knew he shouldn’t have been snappy- they were just trying to be supportive of him. That was more than a lot of people like him could say about their families. But it was almost too much. Maybe it was entitled of him to complain.

Lily motioned for their parents to step away for a moment, coming up to Leander herself.

“Hey, kiddo. What’s going on?”

He shrugged. “I guess I just… I just…” Leander stared at his feet. The platform was clearing out as more students boarded the train, probably making them stick out more. Was everyone staring at them? Judging him? Did any of his classmates even recognise him?

Leander didn’t quite know how to phrase what he was feeling, but thankfully he didn’t have to. Lily always seemed to know what he was thinking; it was part of what made her his favourite sibling, not that he’d admit that to the others. But they probably already knew that anyway.

“Look,” she started. “I understand this is scary-“

“You don’t understand, though,” he cut her off. “You’ll *never* understand, not really.” Maybe it was a rude thing to say, but it was true. Lily had always been so confident and sure of herself, all the time Leander had known her. She had no idea what it felt like to be trapped in wrong body, to hate herself every day for it. Maybe he was a little envious, even, that she’d always known exactly who she was.

“…you’re right. Maybe not *understand*, but I know that this is scary for you.” She looked into his eyes with a deep intensity that was almost uncomfortable. “You have already been so brave these past few months. I know you can do this. And I think you do, too. If anyone gives you any shit, you write to me as soon as you can, and I’ll sort it out. I promise.”

“I will.”

The train whistle blew, loud and shrill. Last call for students to get on board.

“You certain you’re ready for this? No shame in going tomorrow, you know.”

“It’s alright. I’m ready.” And he was. Leander turned and rushed to give his parents a hug. Maybe they could he overbearing, but he knew it was just because they loved him. It meant the world to him that his father had gone out of his way to get time off work, to see him off. “See you at Christmas,” he said as they all broke apart.

He grabbed his trunk, heaving it behind him as he got on the train.

“Good luck, kiddo!” Lily called after him. He waved, loaded his trunk, and went to find somewhere to sit.

There was an open compartment, completely empty. He sat down just as the train began moving, and waved goodbye to his family through the window as it left the station.

So long, London.

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ladylooch · 4 days

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Our Little Family [Miles Wood] - Chapter 24- Finale

Author Note from 👢 anon: Hi guys, the final chapter is here. The idea was to have one more, but once I put those final words there, I knew little family was over. I want to thank b, for giving me the space to write this story that started with asks and blurbs before becoming this big thing. I really appreciate all you guys. It's probably a one-time thing, but I'm happy. Please enjoy the finale of our little family. And I wouldn't be me without a smut, so we have that too.

Having three kids is not easy. Everyone has a different schedule. Noah is a mini hurricane. El is a little more chill, but she likes to play with her little brother. Lily normally is at school in the afternoon, but when she gets home. Mommy loses her mind.

You're not going to complain. You love how close they are. That's what you wanted since the beginning. It's just not easy on Mommy. When Miles has a day off, things get very chaotic at the Wood household.

Entering Miles' last year of contract with Colorado leaves three options: He's going to extend, go somewhere else, or retire. At the end of the day, this is his choice. The only thing you asked of him is to think about their family in this process. Other than that, you guys don't talk about it.

But he's making an extra effort to take care of you. Miles never really asked about your hopes and dreams, but lately, he's been doing this. And a couple of days later, they happen.

The latest is the art class he signed you up for, after you told him that you liked to paint when you were younger. Miles has been doing the little things since Noah joined you guys.

…..

As the months fly by after you gave birth to Noah. Miles is starting to notice a few changes. They're small, but he loves to see it.

He wants to spend more time with you. Use the time he missed when he was an asshole to you. He knows you don't mind, that it's water under the bridge. But to him, it matters.

You guys are sitting in the living room watching your babies playing together. Miles keeps glancing at you, with soft eyes.

You're making Lily giggle as you tickle her. This is it right here. This is what Miles wants. To be with his family. El gets into the tickling session, too, while Noah shakes his rattle like crazy.

You check the clock, seeing that it's almost time for Noah's feeding and a snack for the girls. You whispers to Miles what you're going to do that. Miles nods, saying he'll keep an eye on the kids.

You're cutting the fruits for the girls when you feel Miles' big, strong arms around your waist. You lean against him with a sigh. Miles kisses your shoulder blade, resting his forehead on your back.

“Babe, let's travel.” You stop cutting the fruits, putting the knife down before you spin to face Miles. “Okay ??? Is it a family trip or an us trip.”

“Family trip.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Okay, have any place in mind ?” Miles rubs little circles on your hips.

“Hmm, idk, maybe Disney.” You arch your brow at him and smile.

“That's a good idea, babe. I think the kids will enjoy it, but are you ready to carry the babies around ?” Miles chuckles, making you smile.

“Yeah, I am.” You kiss him because that's all you need.

You rest your forehead on his before shifting to kiss him softly. Your hands wander a little bit before stopping on his ass. “Mama, is going to need some daddy time soon.” You whisper against his lips, Miles groans before kissing you again.

You squeeze his ass when he turns to go see the kids again. And you move to finish the food for the babies.

You watch the girls eat their food while you feed Noah. In a few days, you and Miles are going to a team event, the first time since Noah that you're going to one with Miles. You're a little nervous but you want to have fun. That's the goal.

You're getting ready in the bathroom a couple of days later. You're hearing the girls giggle in your bed. Then, Miles' voice. You smile, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

Miles sees the girls in bed when he gets there to ask you to choose the tie he needs to wear tonight. Since you were not having him matching the color of his tie with his shirt. They're giggling, while Noah is in his bassinet sleeping. El smiles at him, showing her little teeth. She had your smile and Miles love that so much.

“Mommy looks so petty, dad” He smiles because he knows that. But for her to say the words It's because it's true.

It doesn't take long for you to leave the bathroom with a dark blue dress, putting your earrings on. Miles stops and just stares at you. Your hair is up, your makeup is light, but highlights all your natural beauty.

You can feel your cheeks starting to get warmer as Miles looks at you.

“Babe, can you zip me up ?” Miles blinks a few times before walking closer to you. He pulls your zipper up, letting his finger linger a little on your skin, sending goosebumps through your body.

You thank him softly as you turn to look at him. He's showing you the ties for you to choose. “Which one, babe ?” You point to the one that is thicker and the color is similar to your dress.

He offers you the tie to put on him. You work carefully, making sure the knot looks just right. Even with your kids in the room with you guys, you and Miles are in your own world. The girls watch their parents being in love with each other.

As you finish tying his tie, the doorbell rings, and the girls cheer. Their nanny is there. You ask Miles to open the door while you finish getting ready. Lily helps El get out of the bed, and they follow Miles like little ducks.

You smile at your baby boy sleeping peacefully. Today is going to be a good day. You finish getting ready, and you carry Noah with you downstairs. He is still asleep, and you need some baby cuddles before leaving.

Miles smiles seeing you with Noah. The girls are already having a great time with their nanny. He loves watching you being a mom.

You pass Noah to the nanny. Telling her about his eating and that you changed him not too long ago. Then it's time to say bye to all your babies before going out with your husband.

Having time for yourself has been easy for you lately. It's not a struggle anymore. After Noah, you and Miles continue having date nights with each other and the girls, but each one has a parent. Knowing that they love you no matter what, you're starting to find that balance between being a mom, wife, and woman. That's what you're going to show Miles tonight.

On your way to the hotel, Miles hand found the perfect spot on your thigh. You rest your hand on top of his brushing his veins with your thumb. It makes him smile, seeing how comfortable you are after struggling at first going to team events.

“Are you ready to be the arm candy today, babe ?” Miles looks over to you when the light is red.

“Hell yeah. You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” You smile, squeezing his hand. You're so giddy, and Miles is making you feel ever better than you already are.

As soon as you guys get to the hotel, Miles is being pulled away, which is fine. You go grab a drink for yourself and for him too. You find him to give him the drink and stay a little bit in the circle of players that are talking. His hand finds the small of your back.

Peyton comes to pull you away from the guys. You and her start to mingle and talk with the sponsors. You and Miles are thinking about starting a foundation to help people, so you want to learn more. The idea is for when the kids get into their teen years.

You step away to get another drink, but before you can leave the bar, one of the sponsors joins you. You guys start to talk about the charity. He starts to touch you slightly, and things get a little flirty. You don't know if he likes the thrill of flirting with a hockey player's wife. You flirt back but not give him much.

Then you feel those blue eyes on you, you know, Miles is watching. You look over your shoulder and smirk at him. It doesn't take long for him to come join you. His hand stops closer to your ass. You chuckle and introduce Miles to the guy.

Miles gets tense beside you as you continue the conversation, bringing Miles into the loop. After 10 minutes or so, the guy leaves, leaving you and Miles alone.

“What was that ?” You look at Miles innocently.

“What do you mean ?” Miles gives you the I'm not kidding look. You smirk, running your hand through your hair.

“Just meeting new people, having fun.” He knows what you're doing.

“Yeah, right.” You chuckle, and before Miles can say anything, they're calling him to talk to someone.

You move to the table to wait for Miles to come back. You're looking at the liquid in your glass.

“Everything is okay, babe ?” You feel Miles' hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, just waiting for you.” Miles nods and sits beside you.

“I don't want to go home yet, I want to have fun with you.” Miles arches his brow.

“And what do you have in mind, sweetheart ?” You smirk, leaning forward. You nibble his ear lobe before whispering to him.

“Get fucked by my husband.”

Miles loses his damn mind hearing those words. His brain stops working, so he's going to need you to help him out.

“Okay, let's get a room and have some fun.” You kiss his lips before standing up, pulling him with you. You guys gather your things, using the kids as an excuse to say goodbye. Then, moving to the front desk to book a room.

As soon as you guys are inside the elevator, Miles is pinning you with his hips against the wall. You slide your hands over his chest, wrapping around his neck. Feeling his semi makes you smile. Teasing him is one of the moments that you have the most fun.

You can see the desire and passion in his deep blue eyes.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” Those words are music to your ears. Miles really helped you over the years with your confidence. When he really started loving you, be there for you, that's when you started to heal.

“I love you too.” You kiss him as the elevator stops at your floor.

You pull Miles towards the door, and you let him open it and push him against it once it's closed. Your lips assault his, bringing a throaty moan from him. You work on untying his tie as you kiss him. Then you nibble his bottom lip, pulling away.

“Sit on the chair.” You tell Miles. He can hear a difference in your voice. He does what you told him to do. You ask him to unzip your dress first. You walk around him, bringing his arms to his back, tying his hands on his back with his tie. Miles' eyes are full of desire.

You take a deep breath because this is the first time you're going to do this. First, you open Miles’ shirt, showing his abs and chest. You move close to him, kissing your way down. You're taking advantage of that big man being tied.

Miles likes to be in control, but he can see this is something you need. So he's going to behave.

You mark his chest and abs. As you put your heels on his abs, you stumble a little bit because of the dress. You're about to stop when Miles' voice fills your ear with a praise saying how hot that it's. So you continue. You pull your foot back before straddling him. Grinding yourself against his growing bulge.

Miles moan at every movement of your hips. He has his eyes closed, enjoying how good you feel. You look at him, staring at the way his face moves with every wave of pleasure getting to him. Miles opens his eyes, giving you that confidence boost that you need.

You get up from his lap, taking a couple of steps back. You turn your back to miles and slowly drop your dress. As your dress hits the floor, you look over your shoulder at him with a smirk.

He throws his head back with a curse, you take that advantage, and move back to where he is. Kissing his showing skin, stopping at his belt. Miles' eyes are so glued on you, watching every movement that you're making.

You kiss his bulge as you work on opening his pants. Miles hisses when you rub your thumb along his tip. You love having him falling apart under your touch. You start licking Miles cock like a lollipop, long and short licks at first without taking him inside your mouth. He hates every second of it.

“Babe, please, I need that warm and wet mouth of yours.” You smirk, stroking him softly. He's going to say something, but you decide to play with his balls. Rolling his eyes inside his head.

You pull back, moving to untie him. He gets up so fast that it makes you giggle. He wraps those big hands on your ass wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel his heavy length against your ass.

He attacks your neck as he carries you to the bed. He throws you on the bed as you bounce onto the mattress, Miles strips himself. You wait for him with opened legs holding yourself on your elbows.

He licks his lips before he walks towards you. His wait is so welcomed on top of you. Your lips connected right away, and you sigh into the kiss, running your hand on the hair of the back of miles’s neck.

Miles works his way to take your underwear off. You wiggle to help him take it off your body.

“Still think you should have come without one, sweetheart.” You nibble his bottom lip.

“Nope, I'm a mother of three now, wood. I'm not doing that. But I'm always up to get dicked down by you.” He smirks as he shifts to get on his knees.

You reach for his dick. This time, you take him inside. You're both without thinking twice. Miles curses as his hands work on spreading your legs for him. He runs his finger through your folds, humming at how wet you're.

“So wet for me, babe. I knew you liked sucking me. It turns you on, right ?” You pull back from his cock smiling. “Yep.” Miles thinks about a smart reply but you're already taking him inside your mouth again.

He slides his Index finger inside you while his thumb brushes against your clit. You moan around him, making Miles groan and buck his hips against your mouth.

You gag a little using his trunk thighs as support. As Miles speed up his pace, you can't control yourself anymore, so your movements start to get lazy. He adds another finger to bring you over the edge.

“C'mon pretty girl cum for me.” You moan, throwing your head back, as you stroke him.

A couple minutes later, you're coming undone around his fingers, moaning his name. He works you through your orgasm before licking his fingers clean.

Miles takes your hand from his dick as he moves to settle between your legs. He checks on you first. You can feel his heavy dick on your thigh. You reach to get it, but Miles swats your hand. You purse your lips, but it doesn't take long for Miles to crash your lips with his.

You moan into the kiss as you dig your heels on Miles ass bringing him closer to where you need him right now. Miles knows you're ready for him, so while you guys kiss, he slides his dick inside you.

He smirks into the kiss while you pull his hair to breathe. He takes this advantage to attack your neck.

“Move your hips, Woody.” He chuckles into your neck as he starts to move his hips. Just the way you like, long and deep thrusts.

You just stare at him with heart eyes. You guys are really here after everything. Miles places both of your legs on his chest, his hands go to your hips lifting you from the bed, and he starts to slam his hips hard and faster against you.

“Oh” that's the only thing you can say right now, Miles smirks at your reply and continues making you see stars.

He's struggling to not cum in this position. You're so tight around him and he loves it. Miles lowers one of your legs shifting your hips a little to the side, this new angle hits all the sweet spots inside you. Miles starts to change the pace and then speeds up again. He's making your toes curl.

He knows that you're close by the way you're calling his name. He places his thumb on your clit rubbing circles, you curse reaching for his arm that it's close to your throat.

He presses his thumb firmly against your clit, saying some dirty things in the process. A minute later, you're cumming hard around him, Miles struggles to move his hips but he works you through it.

He kisses your leg before putting it back on the bed. Miles watches you spent under him. You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“You didn't cum, I want your seeds, babe.” Miles curses as he starts to move his hips again. You scratch his chest smirking.

Miles stops and pulls back. He taps your hips, and you roll to be on your knees. As soon you're ready, he's sliding inside you again. Miles snaps his hips harder and faster against you. Both of his hands hold your hips for advantage.

You drop your face on the mattress and cross your ankles, making yourself as tight as possible for him. Miles groans and curses, moving his hips. He pulls you by your stomach flush against his body. He nibbles your ear and whispers how good you feel. You're perfect for him, and you take him so well.

Meanwhile you're rubbing your clit, you can feel another one close and you need to get there with him. You call his name a few times, before cumming around him. Miles can't continue any further he cums right after you.

He collapses behind you, pushing you against the mattress. He tries to put more of his weight on the mattress. You can feel him smiling against your skin.

“Good girl.” You smile, feeling his lips on your shoulder. Miles pulls off, and you whimper. That's not a good feeling after amazing sex. He rolls you so you can lay on top of him.

You sigh, kissing his chest. For now, you're going to enjoy this couple of minutes naked with him. Before having to change and go back to reality.

………

As the season and the year go by, you continue being so grateful for your family. The kids give Miles the distraction that he needs. He is still the majority girl dad, but being Noah's dad changed him. You're so proud of him and the man he became.

Now you're watching him walk around Disney carrying your babies, while Noah is in his stroller. If Miles thought that forechecking was hard, he's very wrong. The girls are giving him a run for his money.

If you had any hope of Noah, having something of you. You can give up. He's another Miles mini, and they look adorable, matching with their goofy shirts.

After a really long day, going to basically all the attractions in the park. You and Miles are sitting on the balcony of your hotel room watching the stars while all the kids crash so hard.

You reach for Miles' hand, but he pulls you into his lap. You rest your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you. You kiss his chest while taking a big breath. You're exhausted, but this memory to the kids means the world to you.

Miles kisses your head, brushing circles with his thumb on your hips. You're almost falling asleep on his lap when his voice brings you back.

“Babe, I'm done.” You blink a few times being a little confused.

“Okay ?” He can see that you're not following his thoughts right now.

“I'm done with hockey, babe. This is what I want….” You shift to look at him. This is the first time that he ever brought this subject. “... my whole life, I chased my dream of playing in the league and winning the cup. But lately, I don't feel the same thing. And what I want is to have more days like today. Spend time with our babies and you. I want to take Lily to school and pick her up every day. I want to be there for El. I don't want to continue missing moments with her, and I'm already missing so many milestones with Noah. I don't want that anymore.” He looks at you waiting for you to say something.

“Keep going, babe.” That's what he needed. Miles takes a deep breath.

“I want to be with you, take care of you, I don't want to continue going to bed knowing that maybe I need to go to a game or travel the other day. I want to wake up with you, have soft morning sex or just cuddles, and have breakfast as a family. Enjoy the sunrise and sunset with you in our backyard in Denver and in Massachusetts. So, I'm retiring at the end of the season. It doesn't matter what happens.” You cup his cheek and kiss him softly and tenderly.

“Babe, that's what you want ?” He licks his lips, looking eyes with you. “Yes, it's.” You smile softly.

“Okay, I can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you at home.” Miles grins before leaning in to kiss you. You guys cuddle until Noah needs a diaper change.

…….

Knowing that this is going to be Miles' last season, it doesn't make it easier to watch his games. Shortly after you guys got back from the trip, Miles went to talk to the Avs front office, his coach, and the leadership group.

At first, you thought he just said that because of the circumstances and feelings from the trip. But knowing that he talked to them made you believe him. Since coming back, Miles has been playing free, and it looks like he's happy with his decision.

But it doesn't mean it's easier for you, knowing that every game can be his last. You're trying to enjoy this road as much as possible.

One afternoon, Miles was getting ready for the game. The Avs are one game away from being eliminated from the playoffs. You're watching him get ready from the bed while El takes her nap, and Noah explores the bed.

Miles can sense that you're nervous, having a bunch of scenarios in your head. And he's not wrong. You would love for him to come out on top, but you also know that's not how it works.

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, and you're looking at Noah, who is trying to do something new.

“Babe, what's wrong ?” He squeezes your hand. You sigh before looking at him. “Just worried, I know I don't have a choice here, but this is not the way I would like for you to finish your career.” Miles nods and just hugs you. He knows that he can say so many words, and yet none will make you feel better.

“I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you, Miles. No matter what happens today, I'm the proudest woman alive.” Miles gets emotional and hugs you tighter. “I love you too, babe.”

You pull back, cleaning his tears and kissing him. Baby Noah wants in on the action, too. He puts his head in between you two to get kisses. You both kiss him before Miles gets up to finish getting ready.

You hug Noah, watching Miles finish getting ready. He comes to peck your lips and give Noah one more kiss. Then he goes to kiss El before going to the arena.

You go along with the rest of your afternoon routine. Pick Lily up from school, then let her have a quick nap while the youngest goes crazy. Then it's time to go to the arena and watch Miles.

You're not the only one that is nervous with today's game. You can feel the whole Ball Arena holding their breath. Especially when the Avs are down one game. Noah is watching everything from your lap. That one year old loves hockey so much.

The jumbotron zooms into the Avs bench, and you see Miles having a really determined look in his eyes. And you know he's not going down without a fight. But first, the avs need to kill a penalty.

Miles gets on the ice to continue the penalty killing. The puck is blocked, and he picks it up, turning the jets on. The whole arena gets up, and Noah squeals, putting his arms up. You take a deep breath as Miles shoots the puck.

Your brain doesn't process right away, but the buzzer is going off, the arena is going insane, and Miles is being crushed by his teammates. Then you look at Peyton, murmuring a soft, holy shit. She chuckles before hugging you.

That's the spark the Avs needed to turn this series around. The Avs win and live to see another day in the playoffs.

Waiting for Miles in the family lounge feels like forever. Noah is sleeping in his stroller. El is sleeping on you, and Lily is almost sleeping, but she wants to see Daddy first. She's really fighting her sleep. Every time the door opens, she's looking over, until her favorite person in the whole world shows up.

She runs into his arms, you and Miles lock eyes, little tears forming in your eyes as you smile at him. Miles picks Lily up before walking to you. He kisses you softly. He rests his forehead on yours.

“Thank you for coming and bringing them. It means the world to me.” You smile softly. “There isn't any other place we would rather be.” You kiss him. Miles takes El from you, so you can carry the stroller.

You rest your hand on Miles’ back as you guys walk to the car. After settling all the babies in their car seats, Miles pulls you into a hug, and you fist his suit jacket as you hide your face on his chest.

You know that you don't control the end result of his career, but you can't help feeling emotional about this. You know that you weren't with him from the beginning. A lot of things happened while he was in Jersey, and you know it wasn't easy, Denver, at first.

Watching him become this amazing man, father, and husband means the world to you. Being beside him when he won his ultimate goal, it's just out of this world. You know you can't control what 's going to happen from now on. But you're going to be happy and celebrate him.

Miles kisses your hair and holds you close. He knows you're trying to be strong for him in case he needs that, but you're the stronger one since day one, you became the strongest person in this relationship after his reaction to you being pregnant, and that wasn't fair to you. So he's going to be there for you.

You pull back from the hug, and he cups your cheeks with both of his hands.

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to get emotional” He smiles softly at you.

“Don't be, I can't imagine how hard this has been for you. But at the end of the day, the score doesn't matter for me anymore. I have our kids and you. That's what matters, sweetheart.” You nod, Miles leans to kiss you, pouring all his love for you.

It wasn't easy to get to this point, but it was so worth it. Miles is worth it. The kids are worth it.

…….

A couple weeks later, you're at the ball arena again with Miles' whole family beside you. This time, watching Miles clinch the cup with the Avs. His second cup.

Since that game where they were on the verge of getting eliminated, the Avs have been playing on another level. Miles, too, it makes you so happy seeing him just be himself out there.

Like always, you can't help being nervous about the game. Holding Noah is definitely a little harder this time. He's squirming the whole game. He can sense this is a big one.

This game is a little more tense than you expected, with a lot of defense being played, no one wanting to give the other team a chance to score first.

But then the Avs get an opportunity, and the game starts to get more to their liking. It feels like the clock stopped in time, and then the buzzer goes off. The relief goes through your body as you hug your youngest.

Cheryl looks at you before you guys share a hug. When you pull back from the hug, they're showing Miles on the jumbotrom. Noah claps because that's his dad.

You guys wait until it's time to hit the ice. The girls go look for their dad while you walk behind with Noah. Miles picks both girls up at the same time, making them giggle. You watch them for a little while as you get closer with Noah. He's too squirmy right now, making your life very difficult.

Miles puts the girls down after a couple of kisses. He reaches for his baby boy. His smile is just the best. You're beaming with pride as you put the towel on his sweaty jersey. Noah doesn't care, but you do.

You're about to take a step back giving Miles time with his baby boy, but his free hand hooks on your lower back as he pulls you close for a kiss.

You rest your forehead on his.

“Congratulations, my two-time stanley Cup champion.” Miles licks his lips, looking at you.

“I could say the same to you, babe.” You chuckle, feeling your cheeks getting warm. You kiss him one more time.

“Okay, I'm going to go look for the girls. Enjoy this time with him.” You winkle at Miles before turning to go look for your crazy girls.

Miles watches your ass as you go. You find the girls playing with one of the single guys. Miles greets his parents and the rest of his family when you’re back with the girls to make keep his family company. Miles takes Noah to skate around the arena, pointing to where daddy's banner is going to be.

Noah rubs his eyes with his little hands. This skating is making him relax and sleepy. But first, a family picture needs to happen. He comes back and passes Noah to you before he goes to track down the cup. You hold Noah watching all the players celebrate with their families this special moment.

Miles places the cup in front of you guys. You all take a few pictures before you place Noah in the cup. Miles smiles, seeing his dream come true.

Lily looks up at miles. “Daddy, Noah is in the cup.” Miles smiles so bright.

“Yes, he is, babe.”

He looks at you with such soft eyes, you smile cupping his cheek. For a couple of minutes, you and Miles lose yourself in your own bubble. Looking at each other and resting your foreheads together.

“We did it, Woody. We made it.” Miles nods and kisses you.

#THE LITTLE DUCKS FOLLOWING HIM #SO CUTE!!!!#the growth of reader there is killing me. I am so proud!#loving the flirtiness in front of the hubby #always good to keep that man on his toes #he likes a challenge #SHE DID WHAT TO HIM IN WHERE AT WHAT PLACE!?!?!#of course Miles has a goofy shirt hahahaha #THAT LAST LINE!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#OH MY GOD #IT WAS PERFECT #miles wood x reader #our little family #miles wood imagine #👢 anon

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the end is near | eddie munson x reader

posting this here as well as my old blog because there’s a part two in the works hehe. xxx

summary: you’re with Steve, Robin, Dustin and Max when they find Eddie in Rick’s boathouse. You don’t know him, but he knows you. The two of you spend the night together, not knowing you’re sitting on the edge of the end of the world, and get to know each other.

word count: 5.5k

contains: 18+ !!! a recount/rewriting of the events of episode 2, angst (Eddie is terrified, obvs), bitchy!reader, fem!reader, use of y/n, implied/very light smut, weed, a Pretty In Pink reference, enemies to lovers (kind of), one-sided pining, lots of dialogue. it’s a bit bittersweet, but in my head the ending of s4 is very different. maybe there’ll be a part 2 idk I am a busy woman!!! also fluff. lol

author’s note: had this idea so long ago and I finally finished it! I hope the bits that are word-for-word rewrites of episode 2 aren’t too boring! I will also inevitably edit this tomorrow so sorryyyy. enjoy xxx

It’s a cold March this year.

1986 has been a doozy so far – you’re out of school with nothing to do but doze off behind the counter of the record store downtown. It’s next door to Family Video, where your friends work: Robin, your life-long best friend, partner in crime, and (platonic) love of your life, and Steve Harrington, her unlikely new companion. Lunch breaks are spent by the bins out back, chatting shit and eating even worse shit from the diner across the street. But it’s nice enough; you have very little to complain about.

That is until one dull, frostbitten day, when your break is interrupted by two teenagers whose voices are far too loud for your liking. One’s a nerdy little kid, brown curly hair and a stupid baseball cap, whose enthusiasm for life seems way beyond your own, but the other, a sullen redhead wielding a skateboard and a serious case of resting bitch face, is more to your liking. You see yourself in her a lot.

They’re shouting wildly, arms flailing at Steve and Robin, and you catch the words missing, trailer park, Eddie.

You’re not an idiot; you’d seen the news that morning, same as everyone else in Hawkins. Eddie wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to you – he’d been doing his second senior year the year you’d done your first with Robin – but what you do know of him is unsavoury. He’s an unkind and boisterous individual who riles the basketball team up and deals drugs to kids, and you had wanted nothing to do with him.

You’re paying very little attention to what’s happening behind the counter, instead spending your limited minutes on break strolling aimlessly up and down the aisles, wondering whether you should rent a movie for that evening. A sudden grip on your wrist and tug of your arm shakes you clean awake, and without realising it you’re being pulled out of Family Video and into Steve’s car by a very frazzled looking Robin.

You are completely silent in the back seat. The car’s swamped by shouts between Steve, driving, and the louder kid, wedged in the trunk. You learn that his name is Dustin, and realise that this must be the one Steve moans about – never cruelly, always fondly. The girl, who you decide is called Red for the time being, is to your left, looking sullenly out the window.

You inch your hand across the leather between the two of you and tug lightly on the sleeve of her jacket. She turns to you, brows furrowed slightly.

“Are they always like this?” you murmur, leaning closer so she can hear you over the echoes of how do you know where you’re going?! and there is no way I’m getting the car up there and Steve, keep your eyes on the road!

She looks taken aback when you speak to her, almost as though she didn’t realise you were there at all.

“Yeah, most of the time,” she says, sharp and monotonous. God, she really is just like you.

“How do you put up with it?” you ask her, genuinely interested.

She reaches into her backpack between her feet and pulls out a Walkman and a pair of headphones. Giving you a sympathetic smile, she puts them on and pushes the heavy play button.

You lean forward and rest your chin on the side of the passenger seat in front of you. Robin’s turned towards Steve so she sees you, and when she shifts to look at you her face softens.

“Sorry about this,” she says, eyes genuinely apologetic.

“S’okay, just left the shop unlocked and ready to be robbed bare, but it’s fine,” you laugh. You really don’t care too much about your job, and you know the owner probably won’t notice that you took off for the afternoon. You’ll just miss a day’s pay.

You push the thought to the side.

“Where are we going?” you whisper to her, faces close enough that she can hear.

“Up to the lake. Henderson’s friend Eddie’s up there. We think, anyway,” she says.

“Eddie Munson?!” you exclaim, a little too loud for the small gap between yourself and Robin. She winces at the volume and the other voices in the car stop. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Red turn to look at you and take off her headphones.

You watch Robin take a breath as she starts to speak, but Steve cuts her off.

“He’s not a murderer, y/n, before you say anythi-“

“That’s not what the news said!” You sit back, away from Robin’s chair, and stare wide-eyed at Steve. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping the wheel.

“Shut up,” he bites. His voice is hard and it stings like a slap to the cheek.

“Fuck off,” you spit back, huffing and crossing your arms, slinking back into your seat. “This is crazy, Steve. Pull over and let me out, I’ll just walk back.”

“Y/n,” comes a voice right beside your left ear. It makes you jump out of your skin.

You turn to see Dustin Henderson leaning over the back seats. Your eyes drift to Red, who’s staring at the commotion.

“It’s y/n, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well, hi. I’m Dustin.” He sticks his hand awkwardly over the seat, as if to shake yours.

After a confused beat of looking between it and his grinning face, you sheepishly take it in your own and shake lightly.

“Nice to meet you, kid,” you mutter.

“Eddie didn’t murder Chrissy,” Dustin begins. “He wouldn’t, he’s a good guy.”

“Yeah, right,” you grumble.

“Seriously. She died, but he didn’t kill her. We think we know-“

“HENDERSON!”

All three of the other people in the car scold him, loudly and in unison. You’re more confused than you were when you left the video store at this point.

“What?!” Dustin shouts.

“Just- Everyone shut up, please?” Steve begs. His grip is still white with tension around the wheel, and you see Robin give him a sympathetic look before turning to look out of her window. Red’s doing the same to your left. “We’re like five minutes away. Just be quiet.”

He’s not wrong. He puts the car in park a few minutes later, and through the sparse trees you can see a run-down looking shack.

You have so many questions buzzing around your brain but you choose to remain silent, scared in part by the stoic expression on Steve’s face.

“Rick!”

“Henderson, seriously?” Steve sighs as Dustin walks away from the car, towards the shack, yelling the name of a convicted drug dealer like he’s looking for his cat in the garden.

The rest of you follow him with flashlights, but when you get to the house it seems completely empty. In fact, it’s as if no one has been here for months – from what you can see through the grubby windows, the living room is covered in a thick layer of dust.

Ding.

You and Steve whip round to find Dustin stood at the front door, ringing the bell.

You hear Steve huff out a “what the-“ before Dustin begins rapidly pressing the bell and banging on the door.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here,” Steve says, defeated.

They’re so intent on getting through the door that they don’t spot Red – but you do. She’s creeping around the side of the building, so you follow her.

Before you round the corner, you hear her yell, “hey, guys.”

When you catch up to her, she’s pointing at an old boathouse down by the lake. It’s derelict. Perfect for hiding a fugitive.

Carefully skirting down the banking, the five of you wander around the building. It’s dark now, the sun still going down early, and this whole thing’s got you spooked.

Robin’s the first inside, pushing the creaking metal door open, and as the rest of you follow, you feel the anxious well in your gut getting deeper. You cling to Steve’s jacket, and he doesn’t ask questions. Instead, he extends his arm behind him, and you take his hand wordlessly.

It’s quiet inside, the floor creaky and it smells of rotting wood. You separate, each of you heading in a different direction, flashlight beams dotting around the room. There’s a boat hanging in the middle of the room, and you nearly trip over old beams and boat stuff a couple times.

A loud noise and Dustin saying, “what are you doing?!” makes you jump again. You spin round to see Steve with an oar in his hand, prodding tarps and boxes with it.

“What are you doing?” Dustin repeats, voice hushed.

“He might be in here,” Steve shrugs, still beating a pile of tarp.

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.”

“I thought you guys said he didn’t murder her,” you say bluntly.

Dustin looks at you with a hurt expression. It instantly makes you feel bad.

“Hey, look over here.”

Red’s stood across the room, by a table. You and Robin join her, and you see she’s found a mess of empty beer bottles and food wrappers.

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran,” Robin suggests.

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin’s sarcasm doesn’t do much to dispel the strange tension filling the musty room.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson,” Steve retorts. “But considering the fact that everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the-“

Before you can begin to try to process the fact that he just said everyone here has nearly died before, and numerous times, something – or someone – comes flying out from under the tarp Steve had been battering.

Everything happens very quickly. You guys realise it’s Eddie – he’s difficult to mistake for anything other than a wild animal, but the very iconic denim vest gives him away – and soon he’s got Steve backed against a wall with what looks like a broken glass bottle at his neck. There’s a lot of shouting and screaming, and from where you’re stood you can see the incredible look on Eddie’s face.

It’s one of fear, sure, but it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. He looks terrified, eyes wide and sunken.

“Eddie! Eddie, stop, it’s me, it’s Dustin, this is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”

From underneath Eddie’s huge hand around his neck, Steve chokes out a right, yeah, and drops the oar on Dustin’s command. You watch Eddie visibly relax, although his guard is very clearly still up, and find yourself thinking that he actually looks quite good, until you shake the thought away, because he’s a murderer and you’re in the room with a murderer and he might murder you and all your friends and why the fuck are you here again?

Eddie’s eyes are flitting around the room, across the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and when they land on yours you feel yourself stiffen.

There’s some more tense interaction, but between them, Dustin and Robin bring Eddie down. The whole situation sends your head a bit fuzzy, and even while you’re hanging back, behind everyone else, you feel unbearably exposed. There’s exchanged names wherein you learn that Red is really called Max, and when Dustin tries to introduce you, he says, “actually, I don’t know who y/n is, but she’s cool, okay?”, and you wish the kind words of a teenager weren’t making you feel so rosy on the inside.

Eddie’s very clearly panicked, and when Dustin tells him you guys are just there to talk, he says, “you won’t believe me.”

You’re taken aback by this, having been so sure he’d just deny everything straight up, but then Max says, “try us.” And so he does; he recounts the most batshit story you’ve ever heard. And while you stand there, arms crossed defiantly across your chest, your mouth hangs agape. But then you look around and see that everyone else, even Robin, seems entirely undisturbed by this elaborate story.

“You all think I’m crazy, right?” Eddie says between sarcastic scoffs and what you’re sure are tears.

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy,” Dustin responds.

For a kid, Henderson is damn good at being reassuring.

“Speak for yourself,” you mutter under your breath. You think it’s quiet enough, but you realise you’re mistaken when everyone turns to look at you. Including Eddie.

“We believe you,” Robin says calmly, turning back to look at Eddie. He looks at her, really looks at her, and then Dustin says, “Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little difficult for you to take.” And he turns to you, and says, “both of you.”

You look at the faces around the room, bewildered, and then Robin nods over to Eddie. It takes you a moment, but you realise she wants you to go sit next to him.

You’re a stubborn person by nature, and so you stand rooted to the spot for a brief moment, until the daggers she’s shooting at you through her eyes force your feet to move. You take a few creaky, uneasy steps over to him, and sit as far along the box he’s using as a seat as you can.

He eyes you suspiciously, but turns back to Dustin, satisfied.

To describe your emotions in the following minutes would be to attempt the impossible.

Dustin, Robin, Steve and Max stand around yourself and Eddie and tell you an otherworldly story – literally – about parallel dimensions, monsters they’ve named after Dungeons and Dragons characters (this particular detail seems to entertain Eddie, though it’s lost on you), and a girl you’ve never met who can read minds or something. It’s all impossible to take in; your brain becomes impenetrable, and you refuse to believe any of it. Eddie’s right there with you, until they start asking him questions about ‘dark particles’ and Chrissy’s death.

“You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something,” Eddie says.

“Or under a spell,” Dustin offers, a layer of concern coating his voice.

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.”

It’s this revelation, which appears to happen only between the two of them, that changes everything. You’re still sat next to Eddie, but you feel further away from this conversation than ever. None of it makes any sense.

It’s so dark out by now that it must be late. Steve and Robin decide that you’ll leave Eddie there for the night and come back with supplies in the morning, but Dustin isn’t satisfied.

“He can’t be here alone,” he insists. “What if something happens? One of us should stay with him.”

“None of us have time to stay with him, Henderson,” Steve barks. When Robin had told you he’s like a mother around these kids, you’d thought she was exaggerating. She wasn’t. “He’ll be fine on his own.”

“No, Dustin’s right,” Max says, giving Eddie a sympathetic smile. “It’s kinda dangerous to just leave him out here.”

There’s more bickering, Steve insistent that there’s no use anyone staying, Robin adding that they all have lives to live and it’ll look super duper suspicious if one of them just disappears, Eddie maintaining that he’ll be fine, just fine.

“I’ll stay.”

Your words cut through the arguing like a whip, the crack splitting the noise. Everybody turns to look at you, once again.

You’re stood away from the little circle that’s formed, by the box you’d been sat on, with your arms crossed over your chest. This time, it’s for warmth, rather than out of your usual stubbornness.

You’re not sure what made you say it, really; you don’t particularly like Eddie, but there’s something about the way he recounted the events with Chrissy that pulls a certain empathetic heartstring. You don’t know why.

Maybe you can find out.

“Y/n, you have work,” Steve says.

“I’ve already bailed all afternoon. They don’t care that much.”

“But what about your pare-“

“It’s fine.” Your words are hard and final, and Steve closes his mouth.

Robin treads over to you, face soft again.

“Are you sure about this? We dragged you out here without telling you anything, you don’t have to do this.”

“It’s fine. Just bring us some stuff in the morning. Eddie could do with some company, I’m sure.” You look at him, at where he’s stood. He’s mirroring Steve’s position, hands on his hips, and he shrugs.

“Would be nice, I guess.”

“I’ll be fine,” you say, turning back to Robin and giving her arm a squeeze.

“Okay. We’ll be back in the morning. No mischief, okay?” she says with a laugh, looking between the two of you. Everyone else seems to soften a little. She comes in closer, and whispers, “be nice, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

The four of them leave you with flashlights and a few snacks Dustin found in Steve’s trunk. It’s cold and wet and generally fairly miserable all round, and quite soon you begin to question why on earth you offered to do this at all.

Eddie’s returned to the spot where he’d been hiding under the tarp. He’s cracked open a box of Cheesits, and so you take the chance to wander around the room, looking for anything that looks remotely warm.

“So, y/n,” Eddie pipes up, making you jump. “How’ve you been?”

You suppose the small talk was inevitable, so you indulge him. “Good, I guess. Better than you.”

“Ooh, scathing,” he gloats, with a dramatic hand clutched to his chest.

“Three goes at senior year doesn’t exactly sound like fun, Munson.”

“I’ll have you know I’m in love with Miss O’Donnell so I will keep failing her class until she falls in love with me too,” he says, and the attempt at a joke gets a genuine laugh out of you. You don’t miss how it makes the corner of his mouth turn up, even in the darkness. “I see you at Trax sometimes, y’know.”

“Oh, yeah? How come I’ve never seen you?” You’re surprised he’s ever noticed you enough to remember where you work.

“Oh, I never have the money for that place.”

You’re unconvinced by his excuse; you’ve got the distinct feeling he’s hiding something. He gives himself away by tripping over his words slightly.

“It’s a secondhand record store, Eddie. And you deal drugs.”

“Mm-hmm, that I do, but I’ve got a precious van to spoil with my riches.”

“Is it the same one as always?”

“Oh, so you remember her, do you?” He’s beaming at you now, clearly humoured by the fact that you remember him.

“Hard to forget a bright green van in the school parking lot.”

He chuckles at this, and you continue moving around, pulling things out that look like they could be soft and not made of plastic.

“This is the only blanket I could find,” Eddie says from behind you.

You turn and look at him and see that he’s pointing to a pile of something on the floor by his feet.

“No jumpers or anything?” Even though you layered up, you dressed for record store cold, not sleeping-in-a-boathouse cold, so you’re in a mini skirt, wool tights and a sweater.

“Nuh-uh. Here, take it,” he says, toeing the pile with his sneaker. You step over to him, across the rotting wood floor, and sit beside him on the tarp. He pulls the blanket up and tries to shake it out, and you reach up and help him so that you can spread it across the both of you before he tries to deny you. It’s thick, and seems to be padded with something, so it’s good enough for now.

He makes more conversation with you, asking about work and life after graduation. You ask about D&D, and you notice way his eyes widen when you keep going. You’re genuinely interested in it and he loves talking about it.

“I read Lord of the Rings when I was a kid, I love shit like that,” you tell him between handfuls of Cheesits, and he thinks you might be some kind of angel. You’re starting to warm to him, too; you no longer think he’s a murderer, at least.

“So you really remember me from school?” he asks you.

“You’re a little difficult to miss, Eddie,” you tell him, smiling. It’s true – he’s so loud, and tall, and his hair’s been long for a while now. He drives that stupid green van and plays metal so loud the whole parking lot hears him coming. And in the cafeteria, he’s never quiet.

“Yeah, but you were cool. Didn’t think cool people really noticed me, unless it’s Jason Carver trying to kick my ass,” he admits, and it makes your heart ache a little. He underestimates himself, firstly, and secondly, who the fuck does Jason Carver think he is?

“I was not cool. I had one friend.”

“Yeah but you’ve always been cool, you know. You were nice to me, and you always dressed pretty well.”

“What does that mean?!” You’re shocked at this confession of his. You try so hard to look like you don’t care that sometimes you think it works too well – you can’t believe that someone’s actually noticed any of this.

“I don’t know, you just always look good!” Under the sparse light of the moon, you watch as Eddie Munson blushes before you.

“Well, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, tone half-joking.

“I always thought you were an asshole,” you confess frankly.

“Now what does that mean?!” You look at his shocked expression and can’t help but laugh.

“Seriously?! You used to shout shit at people in the hall, you were always winding someone up. And that time you made Tammy Thompson cry in front of everyone? That was not cool.”

He shuts his mouth at this, and again you see a flush creep up his neck. Except this time it’s combined with a strange look on his face. His mouth’s turned down and his brows are too, like he’s sad.

“I don’t wanna make excuses for that,” he starts, and you give him A Look that says, but you’re going to anyway. He rolls his eyes playfully at you, but returns to his sombre expression, and continues. “I was an asshole, but there were… reasons.”

You don’t say anything, wanting to hear his reasons.

“There was… a lot going on, with my dad and stuff, and I think I took it out on other people. Not fair, I know,” he adds in response to the condescending look on your face. “But also Tammy Thompson nearly made me cry, so-“

“What?!” you say through a loud, barking laugh.

“Her and her friends were dicks. Steve Harrington being one of them,” he grumbles.

“Oh, so that explains the bottle,” you say, laughing at him, a little dramatic. This is fun, you think. You like talking to him.

“What d’you mean?”

“I did really think you were gonna kill him,” you say. “Partly ‘cause I thought you’d just killed Chrissy, but- shit, sorry, fuck. Shit. Sorry.” You realise you’ve brought it up, the fateful elephant in the room. You see his face drop.

“It’s, uh… it’s okay.” He lifts an arm to scratch at the back of his neck, and you wonder if he always does that when he’s anxious.

An awkward, stuffy silence blooms between the two of you and you wish the rotting floorboards would finally give way so that something could free you from this embarrassment. You fiddle with the rings on your fingers in your lap and feel an unbearable prickling warmth up your neck.

“Hey,” you hear Eddie say beside you, voice soft. He shifts where he’s sat so he’s turned to face you, his legs crossed. “It’s fine, seriously. It’s just still all so… fresh.” You feel oddly comforted by his confession of his anxieties, but his face makes your heart ache again. He’s so concerned, clearly traumatised, and it brings something to the boil within you.

“Eddie,” you whisper, too scared to speak any louder. Everything suddenly feels incredibly still and silent and you don’t dare do anything that might startle him.

He looks up at you with those big, round, sad eyes.

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him. You have no idea if it’s true, or if you should be saying it, but that something within makes you.

He laughs an awkward, sarcastic laugh, and says, “I don’t think it is, y/n.” You don’t know what to say to this, but then he says, very earnestly, “thank you, though.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper back.

“You always were so nice to me,” he tells you again.

“I just wasn’t mean to you, Eddie. Your standards aren’t very high.”

“No, I always thought you were nice. Kind.”

That flush comes back into your cheeks; his words give you butterflies. It reminds you of high school, of those fleeting crushes that feel like Armageddon.

He really does look good, if tired. His eyes are red and sunken, his hair’s a matted mess, but he’s very pretty.

He looks like he needs a hug.

You twist around and up onto your knees in a way that feels like your body’s on autopilot. Pushing up off the ground, you wrap your arms around a very unsuspecting Eddie, who freezes in your grasp. You wind them under his arms and across his back and squeeze, squishing your face into the rough collar of his vest. It takes him a moment, but he appears to come to, bringing his arms around you, too. He gives you a grateful squeeze in return and settles his nose into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, and you hear him mumble “thanks,” into your sweater.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that with him. It’s likely no more than a minute or so, but it feels like forever. He smells funny, a concoction of weed, Cheesits, a cologne you can’t place, and the musky smell of the boathouse. It’s a comforting smell nonetheless.

He thinks you smell divine. Perfume, but not too much, washing powder, and weed, too. There’s a warmth there somewhere that smells like home.

You pull back when your knees begin to ache, but his arms don’t let you go too far, so you scoot closer so you can sit back on your heels anyway.

“See? Always so nice,” he says softly.

You look him in the eye as he speaks, and watch as he studies your own face. Before you is a boy, a scared boy, and he’s crying.

“Eddie, are you-“

“I’m okay,” he says through a laugh and tears. Those seem to come in a pair for Eddie, like he can’t take his own emotions seriously enough.

You offer him a frown and brush the wild hair out of his face. He drops his arms from around you as you awkwardly reach up and use the hair tie on your wrist to tie it back.

“Can see you better now,” you say as you finish the final loop.

“How do I look?” he asks lowly with a smirk.

“Lovely,” you say back.

His smirk turns warm and he lifts a hand to your face. You’re not sure exactly what’s happening, but he just tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It’s like a scene in a movie, where you’re rooting for them to just kiss already, except you’re sure that’s not where this is going.

Surely not?

“Can I tell you something?” His eyes are bouncing around your face, your hair, anywhere but where you want them - on yours.

“Sure,” you say, nervous.

He takes a slow breath in through his nose, and then he says, “I had a crush on you when you were at school.”

God, what the fuck?

“What?”

“I had a crush on you. A pretty big one, actually.”

You can’t help but laugh. All those years spent thinking Eddie Munson was an asshole, and all the while he was pining after you. The idea is hilarious.

Even though he’s laughing too, at your silly, stupid laugh, he says, “why are you laughing at me?! That’s like the worst thing you can do right now!”

“I hated you!”

“Yeah, well, I liked you!”

The two of you sit there laughing together, and it feels oddly fun to be sat here with a fugitive in a rotting boathouse, unknowingly on the edge of the end of the world, giggling about high school crushes.

“You’re less of an asshole than I thought,” you admit to him.

“Thank you very much, that makes me feel better,” he says, beaming.

Eddie’s a very hard to read individual, you think. But here, he suddenly seems to be baring all for you, and it’s unusual. You’re not a very approachable person, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You should come into Trax more often, Eddie.”

“Can I tell you something else?” He’s straight-faced now and you’re giggling, blithely unaware of his racing heart.

“What?”

“I still have a crush on you.”

You stop laughing and stare at him. He’s not laughing, either, his face instead etched with worry.

“What?”

“I avoid Trax because I have a crush on you. You’re always fuckin’ in there, and you’re kinda intimidating.”

You know this is true. Plenty of people have told you before, and even if they hadn’t, Robin, who is notoriously terrible at reading social cues and even worse at listening when infant you told her to go away, was your only friend until you met Steve. It’s not difficult to read the room.

But he’s Eddie. Eddie Munson. If anyone’s intimidating, surely it’s him.

“I-“

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.”

“No, I-“

“Seriously, y/n, it’s fine, I know you-“

You shut him up with a hard, hot kiss to his mouth (kind of – you don’t quite get your aim square-on because he moves a lot when he talks). Just like he did when you hugged him, he freezes, so you move back to sit on your heels again, and say with a smile, “would you shut up for a second?”

The blanket’s around your knees now, forgotten; the heat under your skin from Eddie’s confession is enough to keep you warm.

He stares at you, finally looking you in the eye again, and smiles. It’s a slow, easy smile.

Before you know it, he’s leaning over to you and kissing you back. You snake your arms around his neck and pull him in, but you lose your balance on your aching knees and topple to the side, pulling him with you.

Through laughs and huffs of pain, the two of you stand up and brush yourselves off. You’re incredibly close to each other; his face is right there, and kissing him felt really nice, and you want to do it again so badly. But he moves before you can, hands flying to the sides of your head and pulling you in so close your nose is crushed with his and you can’t really breath. You don’t mind, though, because you’re up on your tiptoes and your hands are on his arms and your lips feel like someone’s shot 8 volts through them.

There are teeth and tongues and your hands move around to grip the front of his tired Hellfire shirt. You slot your legs either side of one of his to get as close as you can, and when the pressure of his knee hits that spot between your thighs, you whine into the kiss.

But then it disappears, and so do his lips, so you grumble and he laughs at you.

“I am not doing this for the first time in here,” he says. “I want to, trust me, but not here.”

You want to argue with him so badly, but you can’t. He’s right; it’s disgusting.

“Here,” he says, lowering himself to sit back down. His hand takes yours and pulls you with him, so you’re straddling him.

“You’re trying to stop me having sex with you by making me sit on your lap?” you ask with a smirk.

“Don’t,” he scolds, and you try to hide the way his authoritative tone makes you whimper. You don’t succeed.

The two of you get a couple hours sleep, but you wake up when the birds do. It’s early, and you’re both groggy, but you braid his hair to pass the time and teach him how to braid yours, and you find a pack of cards on a table by a window, so he teaches you to play Solitaire. And then, an hour or so after the sun comes up, there’s a noise outside.

You’re both on edge, but it’s just Steve, Robin, Dustin and Max with cereal and beer and news, good and bad.

They answer your questions, and don’t pry when you sit right next to Eddie, thighs flush, or when you hold his hand when Dustin tells you that the police are looking for him. And though none of you know what the next days bring, or how much your lives will change, you’re very grateful that you’re not facing it alone.

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