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#it’s only ever poured at concerts i’m not that into like if it poured at idk ghost land observatory i would have cried
spookykoolkat · 6 months
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kinktober | grateful - j.m.
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kinktober day nine - cockwarming
pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader
wc: 2.17k
summary: being joel's girlfriend meant you saw sides of him no one else ever saw. one of them was how he just loved to be in your presence, to feel you, to touch you — to be buried inside of you.
warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS ARE NOT WELCOMED!!! NO AGE = BLOCKED. mentions of violence and sexual violence *if you blink you will miss it it's not a main theme!*, mentions if blood, dirty talk, p in v, cockwarming, slight somno.
an: gosh im so behind on this but i WILL catch up. i have a concert tmrw im very excited! also this one is very short, but i still love it 🥹
reblogs, likes & comments are so very appreciated i love u guys 🥹
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YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT it meant to be in a relationship – with joel. somehow, years after you got lost with the group you’d traveled with for months, you ended up in the midst of a bunch of men on horses pointing their guns at you. 
one of them being joel, and his brother. you were cut up, bloodied and bruised, in the freezing winter with hardly anything on. you remembered looking around you at the men that circled you, your hands raised but just barely because you had a stab wound on your left shoulder, crying. 
“please, i, i can leave just, please don’t kill me, i’ll go,” you cried frantically. 
every thought was going through your mind right now. you were half naked, shivering and near frostbite basically, the only thing warming you up would be the blood pouring from your wounds. there were only two things that could happen. 
they’ll trap you, have their way with you, then leave you for dead. or, they shoot you because they think you’re infected. 
“please don’t hurt me, i’m, i’m not infected, i swear.” you sobbed, looking down at your knees that felt numb being buried in the snow. 
you heard a shuffle, then something hit the floor, and the crunch of snow under a pair of boots. until you saw them right in front of you, and the person lowered themselves down to your height. 
the man tilted your chin up with his glove-covered fingers, and made you look at him. 
“you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of, come on, we’ll get ya some clothes,” 
and that was it. joel was the one who kept you away from the men that stared you down like a piece of meat that day, he kept you away from tommy, who kept telling him it was a bad idea. but quickly referenced when he and ellie came into town, and they took them in like nothing. 
he kept you safe. and he let you stay with him for the time being, until you managed to find a job down at the local bar. then, the two of you kind of went your separate ways. you found a little house at the corner that tommy told joel to give you, and managed to live by yourself for the year you were there. 
joel didn’t want you on patrol routes, or to forage for things that the town needed. he needed you safe, even when he wasn’t there. 
you hadn’t talked to joel, but he managed to come to the tipsy bison every friday, sitting at the bar by himself and watching you. 
“you know,” you start as you are cleaning the beer glasses and wiping down the sticky table after closing. joel was the only one still there. 
“you come here every friday, ever since i started working here, but everyone i’ve ever heard from tells me you like to drink alone. in the comfort of your own house,” you said, wiping the bar down in front of him. 
“jus’ makin’ sure you ain’t in no trouble over here,” he mumbled behind his last drink, downing the rest of the mahogany liquid. he did a subtle look down your shirt as you wiped the bar down in circles, watching your cleavage come into view. 
you just chuckled. “i think i’ll be okay. i promise you’ll be the first one i go to if i need help.” 
that made a small smile tug on his lips. 
“let me walk ya home,” 
so he did. except he didn’t leave after that. that night, the two of you drank a little more at your place, and things got a little heated. in the midst of stretching you out for the very first time, he was whispering things you would’ve claimed were little nothings, but seemed as if he was declaring his need for you. 
“fuck baby, tell me, whose pussy is this? who else is stretchin’ ya out like this?” 
“pretty fuckin’ girl, i swear i’ll fuckin’ kill for ya, won’t let nobody come near ya,” 
���you ain’t leavin’ me, darlin’. this pussy is fuckin’ mine,” 
and you never did, and he always kept his promise. four years later, after him being the one to fix your wounds and give you clothes, a place to stay — you lived with him. ellie ended up being able to take patrol routes occasionally, moving into a small house with dina. she was even glad he had someone to look after him, to take care of him as he cared for everyone. 
joel had just came in towards the end of the night from patrolling with tommy, mumbling about how he’s sort of an idiot. you could barely hear his banter from your bedroom, ears perking up at the sound of the door opening and slamming closed.
“baby?” you called out from the bedroom as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. his eyes searched for you in the darkness of the living room, until he ended up walking to the back hall to the room you both slept in. 
his face softened, giving a little smile as he walked over to you and plopped on the bed next to you. the force almost made you drop the book you were reading, so you dog-eared the page and put it on the table as you turned to curl into him. 
“you smell like outside,” you said as you crinkled your nose. 
“fuckin’ tommy, stressin’ me out. he wanted t’ stay longer for maria just in case but it was a fuckin’ ghost town, nothin’ was even there, but he’s fuckin’ stubborn.” 
you just sighed and let your face rest on his chest as his arm threw over behind you, rubbing the side of your body. “well, you’re home now.” 
he sighed, taking a swig from the beer and moved to put it on the bedside table. he just threw his head back, used his forearm to cover his eyes and breathe in and out. you just looked at him, a little empathetic. 
you started to kiss his chest, the one with the dirty shirt he wore to patrol and up his body, to his neck and jaw. with the movements, you swiftly swung your leg over one side and straddled him, making his arm move and his head tilting down to get a look at you. 
you just watched him, watching you, and smiled as you sat directly on his groin. 
“i know you’re stressed, but,” you started and rubbed over his tummy and pecs, “i need you.” 
you said with lust in your eyes, and he just smirked as he watched you reach under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body. 
“my baby needs me, ‘s that right?” he asked lowly, his voice sounding raspy and gruff. his hands rested on the width of your hips, loving the way you were so curvy and plush for him.
you just nodded, and moved to where you could unbuckle his pants and try to shimmy them down with his help. after you got his pants and boxers to his knees, you spit in your hand and gripped the shaft of his half hard cock. 
“i love you,” you said as you started to feel him harden in your hands, his own hands moving to the tank top you had on and yanking the fabric down to see your breasts. 
“you know i love you, baby,” he said and reached to play with your heavy breasts, tugging your nipple and playing with both of them so he could watch them peak. 
“i’m just real tired, honey,” he started as he felt your grip on his cock soften, and watched your face turn with disappointment until he grabbed your face and made you look at him. 
“you wanna help me out, darlin’?” he asked and you nodded with your eyebrows furrowed, “alright then, come lay down right here,” 
he patted the side of the bed that you slept on, and you let go of his cock before pouting and sliding down to the side next to him. you faced the opposite direction, facing the wall as you heard him get up and start taking all of his clothes off before sliding under the blankets with you. 
“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you have,” he said in your ear as he pulled you flush to his back, gripping your asscheeks before pulling one cheek apart from the other, feeling the wetness you gathered at your cunt. 
“always so wet f’ me, always so good to me,” he breathed on your neck. he felt your legs move apart so he’d have more access, and he just smiled, kissing on your shoulder. 
you didn’t know what he was planning on doing until you felt him guide the tip of his fully hard length up and down your cunt, still using one hand to move the thickness of your ass so he’d have access to your juices.
“joel,” you whined and moved your hips back to his, and finally felt his tip slip inside of you. 
“please,” you begged as he stretched you completely, feeling full even as he’s halfway. 
he lifts the blankets to watch you take him from behind, watching how his cock the was lathered with your juices as he thrusts softly into you before he bottoms out completely. 
but he doesn’t move, and instead kisses on your shoulder before going to your back, kissing there and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest on the fat of your tummy. 
“wait, joel i-” you started before he just squeezed your breast, leaving his hand to rest there. 
“mm-mm, we’re goin’ to sleep,” he said, but the feeling of his cock being buried inside of you was too distracting. you couldn’t sleep. 
“but joel,” you whined, your hand resting on top of his as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck. 
“go to sleep, i promise i’ll give you want you want baby, jus’ let me feel you like this, yeah?” he asks and you involuntarily moan a little, your movements of trying to fuck back on his cock failing. 
“i love feelin’ you like this, sweet girl. could be buried in this fuckin’ cunt for years,” he whispered as he squeezed your tit again, “you fit me so fuckin’ perfectly,” 
“i love when you fill me up, joel,” you whispered ss you hugged his arm, leaving kisses on it and making joel smile against your skin. 
“aw, my baby, loves when i just keep you on my cock, just so i can feel you. love when you keep me warm inside that little fuckin’ cunt,” he growled and you whined, trying to squirm and get some movement in. 
he just holds you tight, not letting you move. the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim made your cunt clench, and he groaned at the feeling. you felt like you were suffocating, practically feeling his cock in your throat as he just laid there behind you and kissed your skin. 
“go to sleep, baby. i promise i’ll make ya cum over n’ over til’ i gotta leave,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat at the proposition.you knew he was telling the truth, because he’s done it before. 
he’s made you soak the sheets before it even hit six in the morning, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and ravishing in it. the best thing he could ever do with his time is watch you fall apart because of him, and make you feel good. 
so, you fell asleep with him still inside of you, feeling the dull throb of his cock and your cunt mixed together, the feeling of when he would move to pull you closer because he slipped out of you a little bit. 
he craved you, even in his sleep. 
and the next morning when he woke up, he was still buried inside of you and looked at where you two connected, seeing the pool of your arousal leaking onto him, and on the bed. 
so he kept his promise, and used the newfound arousal you built up to slide out of you, and slide right back in. until you woke up, and tightened on his cock as he fucked you awake. 
joel was obsessed with you, and that meant if he could have you sitting on his cock while he did his day to day things, he would. and he’s tried. but feeling you soak him, squeeze him and cry out for him made him feel a whole other type of gratefulness. 
you were grateful he was the one that took you in, he was the one that cared for you and protected you, and he was grateful that you let him walk you home that night, grateful that you only trusted him and not anyone else. 
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paper-crab · 5 months
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summary: 3 times Matt helped you, and 1 time you helped Matt
warnings: exhausted college students, lots of crying, sleep deprivation, mentions of not eating, basically the college experience.
wc: 2291
for a chris girl i sure can’t seem to write anything about him
If you were to go back to the beginning, it’d make this an incredibly long story. In your sophomore year of college, you had decided living in an off-campus apartment would be a good idea; financially speaking. You were determined to get out of your parents basement and live your life for the most minimal price possible.
That’s how you ended up with Matt, in a homey 2 room apartment.
Matt was an environmental science major whose brothers had dropped out of college, leading him to finding a new place with one less room and with a new roommate to cut down on costs: you. It was convenient, and out of the candidates he’d interviewed, him and his brothers liked you the most.
He was a quiet roommate, and that made it easy to study without getting overwhelmed with your surroundings. The only time he made noise was when he invited his brothers over, and he was always sure to ask.
In turn, he expected the same of you. Environmental science isn’t an easy route to take, so calm work conditions were appreciated.
Despite your best efforts at improving each other's study time, things happen. You’re human; sometimes you get overwhelmed.
Three times Matt helped you, and one time that you helped him.
One
It was a random Tuesday evening of your first semester. You were stacked with homework for a music class; a required elective credit that was far too demanding. You were juggling an essay on the history of jazz, a report on a classical concert the college orchestra had done, and a small quiz on musical notation.
To put it simply, you felt fucked.
You were itching to take a break, feeling the tears flood your eyes, but you just opened the next tab- opting to finish your jazz essay rather than prioritize your well being. It’s funny how college does that to you.
You start typing, the clacking of the keys feeling entirely too loud. They were sticking in odd places, and the words just wouldn’t flow smoothly.
When you reread what you’d typed, it just felt wrong; like when you trip over a tiny pebble instead of smoothly kicking it to the side.
You switch tabs, to the concert report. A minimum of 3 pages accepted, and you have half of a page. Seriously, what are you even supposed to say? You only have so many ways to describe the resonance of the string section before it becomes entirely too repetitive and meaningless to your report. Now it’s not just the keys that are wrong, the brightness of the screen is beginning to bother you, but if you turn it down you can’t seem to see well enough.
It felt wrong; like when you see a perfect pile of leaves and go to step on them, but rather than hearing the satisfying crunch of leaves, you’re left with some wet mush stuck to the bottom of your boots.
You switch tabs, the tears threatening to spill out. Your vision blurs slightly as you open the quiz and begin reading the questions.
What the hell does this even mean?
Still, you trudge through, clicking random answers and praying to some god that you get about 80%.
When you finish with only 10 of the 15 questions being right, you’re a push away from breaking down.
“Can I come in?” Matt knocks. You want to nod, not trusting your voice to carry your words, but he can’t see you. “Yeah.” You say, voice slightly cracking. He opens the door, not expecting what he sees; you, sitting at your desk, an abundance of tears about to tip over.
Surprised, he hesitates, then asks, “What’s wrong?” in the softest voice you’ve ever heard. That’s all it takes for the sobs to begin, while you choke out some form of an explanation.
“Everything’s just… not right. I’m overwhelmed, I don’t understand my assignments; I’m lost.”
He listens attentively, stepping closer to you as you pour out your feelings, offering a comforting presence. “I’m sorry,” You say, too upset to be embarrassed to be seen in this state.
“It’s okay,” He says soothingly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We can figure this out together. What class is it for?”
When you tell him, his eyes light up. “I think Chris took that one before he dropped out! Let me ask him to send over some of the work.”
“You don’t have to do that,” You start to say, but when he sees the tears get a little lighter, he decides it’s worth it. “I want to help.” His expression softens more, as if that’s possible. “Now relax a bit, we can do this.”
Two
The second time he helps you, you’re cramming a week before midterms. Realistically, you know you have time before it becomes a critical do or die situation, but that doesn’t do much to quell the panic rising in your chest.
You’ve done the required work, you know, so you should pass your midterms without a hitch. You reflect on the work you’ve done, hoping it’d help you gain some confidence, but it manages to do the opposite.
‘Maybe I should have done more?’ You think, self doubt and anxiety begin to creep into your head. Your hands start to feel clammy, and the pages of the textbook stick together a bit; it makes it that much more difficult to read.
You just feel stuck, like a jammed zipper in your favorite hoodie.
“Hey,” Matt walks in, not looking up. “We’re ordering Wingstop, you want something?”
“No.” You sniffle, expecting him to turn around and leave.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He says, sweetly, pocketing his phone. You wipe away a little tear, trying your best to chuckle and lighten the mood. “Stressed over midterms. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, I get it. You’ve got time for a break though, right? Choose your favorite flavor, my treat, and come watch a movie with us, okay?”
You stand up from your squeaky desk chair and shoot him a smile. “That sounds nice. I could use a break, thanks Matt.”
“Of course.” He tells you, outstretching his arms. “Any time.”
The gesture makes your heart melt, and you feel overwhelming gratitude. “I appreciate it. Let’s make it a movie night then.”
Three
The third time Matt helps you is the one you hold closest to your heart.
You’re struggling with a group project for a business class you took; regrettably. You’ve messaged the group chat you made at least three times to no avail.
“There’s a frat party tonight, can’t make it” or “I’m not feeling well today, won’t be there.”
All you’re trying to do is get the group together so you don’t have to assign work to them like a kindergarten teacher. So, on top of your regular coursework, you’re stuck dealing with 3 other adults acting like 5 year olds.
You’re ready to rip out your hair.
Making one last ditch effort to save your sanity, you send out another, more pushy, text to the group this time. When you’re left on read by all 3 members, you groan loudly. You check over the assignment and do the work of putting it into parts, allocating each member of your group a task.
You give yourself the hardest part, because obviously, these people are incompetent. You shake your head, drafting a second message to the group chat that informs them of their role.
Suddenly, the two week deadline doesn’t feel like it’s closing in as quickly. You allow yourself to relax, receiving some thumbs up from your group members.
A week and a half later, you feel ready to assemble each part into a final project. It could be postponed, but if everyone was done, why not turn it in early? You send a message asking for everyone’s part of the assignment, and only one person responds, sending her part of the assignment.
You try not to stress about it, reasoning that there are 3 more days until it’s due. Maybe they’re just a little behind; so, you ask the next day, and the next, with no replies.
The night before it’s due, you realize you’re going to have to do the 2 slackers parts yourself. You text the other girl who did her part, asking if she can do an extra one. When she tells you she doesn’t have time, you want to explode.
“I don’t have time either jackass!” You say out loud, resisting the urge to type out a strongly worded text.
Your professor is known for being ruthless, especially when it comes to group projects, and you can’t afford anything lower than a C+ on it without your overall grade being tanked.
You break out in a cold sweat, opening several tabs on your computer as you begin to work on the missing pieces of your homework. There’s a reason you were given 3 weeks and not just one day to finish the work, and that was as a group.
You can’t help but begin bawling, still trying to see through the screen. The words were all fuzzy through the hazy mist of tears veiled over your eyes.
Your sobs aren’t even choked at this point, the familiar feeling of being overburdened taking over again.
Matt can hear, and feel, your frustration from his spot on the living room couch. He immediately stands up, concernedly making his way to your room.
He offers three quick knocks. “It’s me,”
“Come in.” You tell him, your voice quiet and strained.
Matt enters with a tender look. “How can I help?” He asks, not even questioning your distressed state.
“Don’t worry about it, I don’t need to make your life harder too.” You try to sound confident in your decision, but your voice falters.
“Just tell me what’s going on, I’m positive that I can help you. That’s what friends are for,” He offers a gentle smile, stepping closer to you. When you explain the situation, he feels angry for you. “That’s dicked,”
“Tell me about it. Now I’m stuck doing it all, and it’s so much work.”
“Let me do half of it.”
“Matt, I really can’t ask you to do that. I’m sure you’ve got something better to do.”
“Nothing better to do than help you.” He says, grabbing one of your hands. “Let’s get comfy and finish this shit.”
Matt stayed up with you until 3 in the morning to finish that god forsaken assignment. When you were done with the work, you turned it in and cuddled into Matt, falling asleep quickly.
“Thank you,” You whispered
“Of course.”
One
To put it lightly, Matt was stressed. He was juggling his regular coursework, along with the added pressure of finding applicable internships. His dark circles were getting worse, making his lack of sleep apparent. His hair was messier than usual, and he was sure his clothes were beginning to stink. He had been glued to his bed, several textbooks scattered on the surface.
His laptop was open, overflowing with tabs containing internship applications, and the smell of coffee and abundance of energy drink cans was not helping to clear his mind.
You didn’t know what to do to help him.
“Hey, I’m going out. Can I bring you anything back?” You ask, eyes roaming his face and body.
“No, I’m good.” He says, not even stopping to look up at you. You frown.
“Okay…” You say skeptically, dragging out the ‘y’. You leave the house, still struggling to get Matt’s pitiful appearance out of your mind. Your friends can tell you’re far off, in another world. You’re distracted, thinking of what you can do to help alleviate some of the weight on Matt’s shoulders; like he always does for you.
“I’m gonna head out,” You tell your friend, offering her a sympathetic look. Normally, she’d stop to argue with you, but you’ve been off. On your way home, you stop by Matt’s favorite restaurant, taking extra care to order his meal exactly the way he likes it.
When you get back, he’s in the exact same position as he was earlier, give or take a few new energy drink cans. He looks miserable, and you’re willing to bet he feels even worse.
“I got you some food,” You say in a sing-song tone, trying to get him to acknowledge you.
“Great.” He says, nose still buried in one of his many text books. He still doesn’t look up.
You place the food on his nightstand, leaving the room to grab a trash bag so you can pick up his litter. He doesn’t even notice that you entered the room.
“Matt, you need to eat. It’s going to get cold.”
“Can’t.” He mumbles, voice weak with exhaustion.
You throw the trash bag out of the room, turning back to face Matt.
“Matt, please? When was the last time you ate, or slept, or moved from this spot.” You ask, concern shining through. When he finally looks up, you notice how bloodshot his eyes are, as they begin to fill with tears. “I don’t know,”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” You say, crawling over to him, careful not to mess up his organized chaos. He buries his head in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as he audibly begins to cry.
“It’s okay, Matt. Take a break, you need to eat and drink some water, and take a nap.” You tell him, “You’re not a failure for needing to pause and take care of yourself.”
“I don’t have time,” He tells you, lifting his heavy head from your neck. “I can’t.”
“You do have time, Matt. Let me help you like you help me.”
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kittyball23 · 4 months
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Diaper Duty (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: It’s obvious by the stinky smell coming from Baby Branch’s diaper that ONE of his brothers has to do the dirty work. Question is, who?
A/N: Taking place before TBT
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John Dory sighed, his head slumped against the windowsill of their pod and a pout on his lips. Outside, a harsh storm had just started to pour down, the sky clapping with thunder and raindrops beating harshly against the land. It was so not the way that he’d pictured this evening. It was supposed to be another great one up on the mushroom stage, belting out a song alongside his brothers, eating up the claps and cheers from the audience and soaking in the praise – not getting soaked in raindrops.
Behind him, he could hear the sounds of soaked feet squishing against the soft carpet and the sounds of water droplets patting against the floor as hair was wringed out. He, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd had made an effort to try and get out as quickly as they could before their concert got rained out, but it just hadn’t been fast enough. Heck, even Baby Branch, who was too young to perform and had only been there to watch, was soaked from head to toe. And all four of them were also less than pleased with the turnout of that evening.
John Dory groaned, finally prying himself away from the window and turning towards his brothers. “This stinks!” he exclaimed, kicking at the air angrily. There were only so many rehearsals they could do before they got bored and craved the real deal of an actual performance.
The other boys nodded, solemnly agreeing.
Floyd sighed. “Yeah…” But then, he scrunched his nose, a look of disgust crossing his face. “Ugh… but that’s not the only thing that stinks…”
It was then that Clay and Spruce, too, donned their magenta sibling’s same expression.
“Aww, ewww!” the yellow-haired Trolling moaned, pinching his nose to keep the putrid odor from infiltrating his nostrils. “Spruce, did you let one rip? Not cool, man!”
“Don’t blame this on me,” the purple-haired Trolling said, defending himself from the accusation, “it was you who probably did!”
“No way, dude,” Clay retorted. “I might be all for jokes n’ stuff, but I wouldn’t do something like that. That’s just wrong!”
John Dory, who’d made his way over as Clay and Spruce bickered, suddenly realized where the smell was coming from. “Bros, I think it’s Branch!”
The boys paused. “Branch?” they echoed.
JD picked the little baby up off the ground, who babbled at his brother with his one-toothed grin. It was when he was up close to his youngest brother that JD saw the lump that hung in his diaper, and noticed the awful scent that wafted into his nose was much stronger now.
“Ugh! Okay, I don’t think it’s Branch. I know it’s Branch.” He held the baby at an arms length away. “Okay, guys, whose turn is it to…”
But John Dory trailed off when he turned to look at the others. Within the split moment in which he’d affirmed the case of Branch’s dirty diaper and began to ask the question, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd had already picked up and dashed off from right under his nose, the only evidence of them ever having been there in the first place being a strand from each of their colorful hairs in the spots where they’d been sitting.
“Seriously, guys?!” John Dory complained. “Just cuz I’m the oldest doesn’t mean I gotta do all the dirty work!”
But, left without a choice, JD just sucked it up, using one of Grandma Rosiepuff’s clothespins to pinch his nose and grabbing a fresh diaper from the package they had.
“Remind me to add potty-training to your schedule, bro, a’ight?” he said rather nasally to Branch as he laid him down on the changing table and began to undo the diaper, cringing distastefully with every move.
Baby Branch just giggled in response.
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luvneymar · 1 year
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Hii could you do a Neymar jr X fem!reader when they met when they were teenagers and when she was 17 and he was 18 they had Davi, they were best friends at first(they didn’t want to ruin their relationship so none of them said anything, but then they got drunk and had sex) but after they had sex and had a son together they started dating, because they had always been in love with each other.
now they are like 25 and 26, and she is a famous marvel actress(make her the scarlet witch pls) and they go to a premiere together, and everyone is obsessed with them, such a beautiful and powerful family.
I’m dying to read something like that, if maybe you decide to write this and, if you really like the idea, make it a series, I have more ideas!!
thank you if you’ll do it!! I love your writing so much!!
ps:sorry for my broken English, not a native speaker.❤️❤️❤️❤️✨
(1/2) FOREVER AND ALWAYS — NEYMAR JR
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SUMMARY: You and your best friend have been in-love with each other since forever, one day you both get drunk and you end up pregnant
PARING: teen!neymar x teen!reader
It was a late Saturday night & you had invited Neymar over for alcohol, games & more alcohol. You both were laughing the night away as you played the 100th drinking game tonight. “Okay I’ve got a good one, Drink if you’ve ever cried during sex.”
You hesitated before chugging the vodka in your cup eyes avoid Neymar as much as possible, while you chugged he laughed loudly spilling his drink all over your carpet. “No way! You’ve actually have?”
You wiped your mouth of the excess alcohol dripping down your chin laughing along with him so hard you fell onto the floor. “I was 15 & in-love, the only reason I cried was because he kept asking if I came. Like yeah I came, to my senses.”
You both laughed until you couldn’t breath & you were pretty sure you peed your pants a little. Once you sat up you scooted yourself towards Neymar placing your head on his shoulder. “You’re Unbelievable.”
Neymar rubbed his hand up and down your exposed thigh stopping every 30 seconds to take another sip of his beer. You sat up turning your body to face him before continuing. “Okay, I have a good one. Drink if you’ve ever flashed someone.”
Neymar hesitated before taking a sip of his quick sip of his bittersweet beer, you stared at him in horror before laughing uncontrollably again barely able to construct your sentence. “You’ve flashed someone?”
“You haven’t?” As you both stared at each other before bursting out to laughter rolling on the floor type of laughter. For the millionth time tonight. “How did you even?” You asked as you sat back up downing the rest of your drink.
“It happened at a concert, it was by accident though.” He begun pulling your body closer to his as he handed you another bottle of vodka, you rolled your eyes at his confession knowing that was the complete opposite of the truth.
“Uh-huh. I know you Neymar.” You answered as you open the bottle pouring into your whiskey glass, as you did you felt Neymar’s eyes on your every move. “Oh really? In what way?”
“In all ways.” You answered shortly before placing the chewed up straw into your mouth, you noticed Neymar nervously gulp as he looked away. You giggled lightly nudging him in side trying to get him to face you again.
Neymar sighed hesitating before he finally pushed out the words he’s been meaning to say the whole night. You both were obviously attracted to each other and by the way you both acted around each other many people seemed to think so as well.
Neymar took a large sip of his beer before pushing out his deepest darkest thoughts. “Is it me or being drunk made you look really sexy?”
“Really? Tell me how.” Hearing you say that Neymar not only gained an extreme boost of confidence along a sense of relief also washed over him.
Clearly the alcohol was doing all the talking to the both of you since you placed your cup to straddle him, wrapping your hands around his neck. Your actions had shock Neymar but only for a second before he placed his on your waist
“Well I want nothing more than to touch your body, especially your breasts. I wanna kiss you & touch you.” Neymar whispered into your ear brushing hands up and down your waist. “Do it then.” You whispered back pulling his hands up to remove your shirt.
“Really? Are you sure this is what you want?” Neymar asked you for consent before continuing with anything before hand, “I don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything—”
“You’re gonna ruin this friendship if you don’t take off your pants and kiss me.” You whispered pulling him in for a kiss as you both shuffled your clothes off throwing them all across the room.’
“God you’re incredibly sexy.” Neymar pulled away from the kiss just so your lips would be a few millimetres apart before pulling you in for a kiss once again.
The sun shone directly into your eyes as you opened your eyes hand blocking the sun you realized you were completely naked right beside Neymar who was also completely naked. You shook him awake to ask what had happened. “What happened?”
“We fucked that’s what happened.” He groaned pulling the blanket over his head trying to block out the sun that was shining in his eyes. “God my head hurts.” You groaned sitting up pulling the blanket up to cover your boobs.
“Mine too, rock paper scissors?” He asked peeking his hand out from under the blanket, you won with your paper covering his rock
“You’re making the hangover tea, i’m gonna take a shower.” Neymar groaned, pulling the blanket right off his head as you left the bed walking towards the bathroom. As you passed the other side of the bed you felt a hard impact on your bare ass causing you to jump.
“Friends don’t slap each others asses.” You reminded him as you smacked him on his forehead before continuing into the bathroom turning back to look at his cheeky smile. You laughed before slamming the bathroom door.
“What we did last night wasn’t what friends do.” He yelled out jumping out of the bed and walking towards the door before you could lock it.
“But that’s what friends with benefits do.” He reminded you, you were already in the shower where the glass was blurred so you had no problem with him being in the bathroom with you.
“Whatever, I’m gonna grab the tea put it a cup & head to work. Remember to lock the door alright?” You shouted back as you heard the bathroom door close.
“See you later?” He peaked into the door to ask once more. “Maybe, Maybe not.” You answered shortly before shooting him away.
Ever since that day you’ve avoided Neymar like the plague despite making it very clear that you both were cool, the only reason why you were avoiding him was because you felt odd. Your boobs were tender, you’ve gained weight, you’ve been bloated and all the sorts.
You assumed you were just ovulating until you realized your period was late 5 days, you were never late. It hadn’t dawned on you until your friend Anne had groped you in the change room and you winced.
“Anne do that! That hurt.” You shrieked as you backed away from her holding your chest tightly, even hold your chest made your breasts hurt. “Your boobs are tender? What are you pregnant?” She laughed as she put on her shirt.
As she was chuckling at her statement she turned around and saw you frozen in position hands remaining on your chest standing with a look of horror & disbelief on your face.
She jogged towards you placing her hands on your shoulder shaking you back and forward trying to get you to snap out of your trance. “I was joking girl, you can’t be pregnant. Are you pregnant..?”
Hearing her voice snapped you out of your trance despite still holding your hands to your chest, you stood there staring into the distance trying to think of a reply .“I think so.” You replied nodding slowly finally facing your friend.
“The best way to fight fear is with information. I’ll be on the other side of the door.” She took to your hand into hers pulling you towards the change-room bathrooms knowing there had to be a pregnancy tests somewhere.
As you walked tower the bathroom as your legs shook in fear, you were a senior in high-school and was about to accept a full-ride to your dream collage. You felt nothing but terrified as to what could happen if the stick has 2 lines instead of one.
Your friend handed you a pregnancy test she found from another storage closet hugging you before she ushering you into the stall sending a warm smile your way; that smile made you know what no matter what the results were you’d be okay.
A few minutes after you walked out of the stall pregnancy test in-hand still loading the results, you walked towards the sink staring at yourself in the mirror as you clutched the test as tight as you could. Anne walked beside you taking your hand in hers. “Well what’s the result?”
“I don’t know it hasn’t say.” You answer shortly unaware that you were still sharing from the fear of all the possibilities. You never thought you of all people would put yourself in a situation where you could become a teen-mom.
“Okay let’s wait.” She whispered into your ear as her hand rubbed your back, as you both waited some time passed and you knew the test must’ve been done by now. “It’s up, can you look for me? I don’t want look.”
She took her hand off your back and grabbed the test from your hand taking a quick look at it before sighing, “Positive.” Hearing those words your knees finally gave out and you fell to the floor as tears begun to fall from your eyes.
Once you finished having your feelings you stood up from the dirty bathroom floor legs wobbling like a baby deer as you stood up wiping your tears away. Anne got up along with you “What are you gonna do now?”
“I don’t know.” You replied quietly “I have to tell the father I guess.” You took the pregnancy test from Anne’s hand and threw it at the wall as hard as you could, as it shatter into pieces you
“Do you know who it could be?” Anne asked you in a quiet voice as you both walked out of the change-room ignoring the shattered positive pregnancy tests on the floor.
“Yeah.”
“Good luck then, tell me what happens.” She patted your back as she exited the change room leaving you all alone in there, as you stood in the empty quiet change-room.
It had been a few weeks once the since you found out you were pregnant and you still hadn’t told anyone but Anne that you were pregnant, you wore double layers, walked as fast as you could & skipped first period so you could vomit in the bathroom.
Once you were finished throwing up in the stall for the 3rd today you exited the stall to see Anne standing right in-front of you with a disappointed look her on her face. “What?”
You pushed pasted her towards the sink to wash your mouth as she followed arms crossed & an angry look on her face. “You still haven’t told him that’s what! He came to me today asking for the 100th time why you were avoiding him.”
“Tell him it’s because i’m busy.” You muttered out as you finished washing out the vomit smell from your mouth, as you looked up at your reflection in the mirror you could tell that you looked a mess & everyone else thought so.
“No. I’m not lying to him the way you are, tell him today or I will.” Anne firmly replied walking out of the bathroom. Her sentence had just filled your entire body with rage even though you knew deep down she was right.
You had to tell Neymar you were pregnant with his child it was the right thing to do, but if he wanted nothing to do with you after he found out he could go on to live a full life while your a single mother begging for change on the street as you cant afford to feed your baby let alone yourself.
Once you exited the bathroom you bumped into non other than Neymar himself looking at you with an upset face that morphed so sadness once he saw how unwell you looked. “Finally! I can track you down, now please. Tell me what’s wrong. Is it something I did or—?”
“Come with me.” You cut him off dragging him by his blazer into the storage closet right between the boys & girls washrooms, as soon as you both were in the room you looked up at him as your eyes watered.
“What’s going on (name)?” He asked as he raised his hand to cup the side of your face. You sighed taking a breath of faith before continuing, “I’m pregnant.” You answered in a voice so frail & quiet not even a mouse could hear.
“What—?”
“I’m pregnant!” You shouted out looking up at him taking in what you had just said, he released his hand from your face just to pull you in for a hug as he caressed your hair. “It’s gonna be okay.” He whispered as you begin to bawl into his chest.
“We’ll be okay.” He told you as he pulled away not even acknowledging the snot & tears all over his uniform, seeing your eyes well up again he pulled you in holding you carefully as your knees gave out and you slid onto the floor.
“How far along are you?” Neymar asked you as you stroked his hair while he laid in your lap snacking on the chips he stole from the vending machine while waiting for you outside of the bathroom.
“I don’t know but it’s been a few weeks since I took the test so, 2 months? 2 and a half?” You answered stealing a handful from his bag, he smacked your hand before it could even exit the bag. “Why’d you wait so long to tell me?”
“Because you know how easy it is for teen dads to abandon their children while the mother is stuck with them.” As you confessed your true thoughts about this situation causing Neymar to sit up from your lap to stare at you.
“Well, you know me. I’d never do that to you. You know that.” He replied sitting up against the wall with you handing his chips over. As you took a handful of the over salted chips you answered his sentence with another question.!“What are we going to do now?”
“Well do you want to keep the baby?” Neymar asked the question you’ve never given much thought too, you’ve told nobody about your pregnancy so you thought if you hadn’t told anyone it wasn’t real. “Do you?”
“My football career is taking off so If you decided to keep it i’ll provide for both of you.” Neymar replied before laying his head back down on your lap snatching his chips back to find them almost empty.
“So we’re keeping it?” You questioned as a conformation to all of his questions/answers. “I guess so.” He answered nonchalantly munching on the crumbs of the chips before tossing the empty bag to the other side of the dark closet.
As you both say in silence just enjoying each others precedence after a long time of being apart you finally asked the soul crushing question you’ve been meaning to ask. “Do you love me?”
“If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t sleep with you.” He answered nonchalantly trying to ease his own nerves, the moment you asked the question all he wanted to do was shout yes.“It’s yes or no Neymar.” You answered smacking him on the forehead.
“Geez and I thought girls had a knack for this. Yes Im in love with you. So madly in-love with you that I want to raise a child with you.” He grumbled out rubbing his forehead trying to fade the red spot forming on his face. “Good.”
“Good?” He questioned, looking up at you with a confused look on his face, you laughed at the expression on his face before continuing, “I was just making sure you loved me too.”
“Do you love me?” He continued his questionnaire sitting up to stare at you as best as he could in the dark. “Did you not just hear me say ‘loved me too’?”
“It’s yes or no (name).” He flicked your forehead quite hard causing you to wince at the pain shooting throughout your forehead. “Ouch!” You grumbled out turning your head away from him. “Yes I’m madly in-love with you as well, or whatever.”
“Good.” He kissed your cheek before laying back down onto your lap. You both sit in silence again just enjoying each other‘s company before you reminded him after remembering something funny, he had said a few months ago.
“We’re not naming him Neymar Junior Junior, if it’s a boy of course.” You reminded him settling into your original position of his head on your lap & your hand in his hair. “Wouldn’t dream of it. It’s a mouthful anyway.”
“Do you have more chips?” You asked feeling your stomach rumble as you suddenly remember you vomited up everything you ate this morning. “I do, not for you though.” Neymar admitted as he opened another bag of chips he pulled out of his pocket.
“Do you hear that?” You asked listening around for a noise that wasn’t even there.
“What?”
“Your baby crying because their daddy won’t feed them.”
“Oh please.” As you both laughed at your lame joke you heard on the intercoms; “(Name) (Last Name) & Neymar Santos please return to class.”
“That’s our cue, soooo I’ll see you later?” You asked as you stood up from the floor dusting off your uniform.
“See you.” Neymar kissed your cheek before leaving the storage closet and walking back his class.
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thescrumptiousstuffs · 7 months
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Only Friends, Episode 5 - The Extra Hour
In which we get Sand’s backstory (and proving once and for all he is the best boy ever, even P’Jojo said so!) before petty Boston ruins everything (again 😩)
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Sand and Ray
Gosh…these 2 are everything this episode. We start with a montage of how mundane and boring Sand life is - study, working his multiple jobs, exercising, counting his finance and repeat…until Ray comes beaming into his life, and really give some much needed sunshine (heh, see what I did there?) to Sand’s life - and as per Sand, “his 25th hour.”
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I love the domestic scenes we get - from Ray pretty much moving in with Sand (I suspect some time has passed by from the previous episode), to their domestic horny stuffs, to Sand catering Ray’s every whim. But as much as Sand spoils Ray, Ray actually does the same - he could have chosen not to go on the bike with Sand (after whining how hot and dusty it will be), he could have chosen not to model and indulge Sand’s desire for him to wear Sand’s style of clothes (after again whining halfheartedly it’s not his style).
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I believe Ray is gradually but surely moving on from his unrequited love for Mew. He likes getting to know Sand - from all the above, to following Sand to the makeshift concert (and the song choice!! It’s from one of P’Jojo’s list for Sand’s Spotify!). And the fact that everytime Sand is with him, they are in their own world (I mean, poor Summer - she never stood a chance with Ray 😂…are we sure Ray is a playboy? So far, all I’m getting is him being hyper focus on one person when he likes someone - previously Mew, now Sand).
I also love the serious conversations these 2 have surrounding their births and their respective relationships with their parents - it makes such a good foundation for their blossoming friendship (and hopefully relationship). Gosh, the parallel of both being born from unexpected pregnancies - but Sand’s mom (and her gaggle of go-go women, I LOVE THEM) deciding to embrace him and raise him right (just look at how independent and self-reliance he is! P’Jojo tweeted how Sand is someone you want as a boyfriend in University, and I agree wholeheartedly) while Ray’s mom unfortunately fall into post-partum depression and spiralled into alcoholism (and the way Sand’s hand shook when he poured the alcohol drink for Ray, before the camera zoom to Sand looking at Ray to the bottle while Ray looked somehow bitter and sad - yes, FK again showing their supremacy in acting 👌)
But urgh, their blossoming relationship is now in tatters because of Boston being bitter and petty. I think Boston being informed by Mew that the latter is giving up his virginity to Top put him at edge. (And him yet again using Nick to forget about the fact, hence the reason he asked Nick whether he could stay the night at Nick’s place, when it’s usually the opposite)
And so to see Ray moving on, being happy with Sand - it snapped him. Boston is the type of person who can’t stand not winning, and I also think he has the mentality of “if I’m not happy, nobody can.” 😫
I still do not believe Ray and Mew slept together, so whatever Boston is spouting “are you two timing him?”, what does that even mean? Also, Mew called to say he was giving his virginity to Top…and even if they did slept together, it was TWO years ago. And now Ray knows Boston took pictures of RayMew kissing each other…gawd, Boston just sounded delusional during that whole scene.
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In whatever case, the damage is done. And we see Sand guarding his heart again, despite Ray genuinely trying (for the first time) communicating by stating “If there is something you want to know, ask me, I’ll answer them.” Unfortunately, Sand is weary and it didn’t help Ray kept saying they were just friends each time someone asked what their relationship are (cause you know, Ray is a disaster muffin who won’t know he is in a relationship eventhough he basically did couply things with Sand). Urghhh…my heart just breaks for them 😭😩😫…and to end the episode with Sand shedding a tear and feeling alone (despite Ray lying next to him)…I don’t think I can forgive Boston for breaking their newfound happiness.
Nick and Boston
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Which brings me to the toxic relationship of these 2. We see Nick trying to become more like Top. He exercising regularly to shape up and dress more smartly to capture Boston’s interest. But urgh…Boston as usual, plays it enough to make Nick happy (and the poor boy, Boston paying attention to the changes and commenting it, Nick thinks these are all positive things).
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We also see Boston stating to Nick he wants to stop sleeping around (really?? When hell freezes over) because one of his conquest took video/photos of them together and Boston having to threaten said conquest to delete the incriminating footage (if that is not foreshadowing of what may happen to Boston in the future, I’m not sure what is. Also, Nick still has the recording of TopBoston….)
But what truly devastated me was when Boston spewing all the nonsense to SandRay that led to the massive fight between Ray and Boston; Ray warned Nick about Boston’s callous and selfish nature, and Nick just resignedly acknowledged it, fully aware he is too in love with Boston, and can’t seem to find a way out of it.
I’m sorry, but I can’t see any redeemable qualities in Boston 😭😭😭 (I love you, Neo and your acting in this series, 👌 - but urgh, Boston makes my blood boils)
Top and Mew
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I can’t pinpoint it exactly but there is something not quite right with their relationship. On one hand, Top is sweet and attentive to Mew (I can see why Mew fell in love with Top). But twice now in this episode, 2 strange men stared (and smiled almost creepily at Top - with both time Mew clocking it? But not really addressing it). And Top genuinely doesn’t seem to be aware of the staring itself (or are we meant to think it’s all in Mew’s head? And it’s just Mew being insecure? 🧐🤨. I mean Mew did warn Top in the first episode he can become obsessive). I also do not believe one bit Top has given up on his drug habits plus his side eyeing Boston while shading both Boston and Ray in front of Mew (albeit subtly), is he slowly trying to manipulate Mew and isolate Mew from his group of friends?)
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Nonetheless, Mew and Top did fall in love (or at least we are led to believe they are in love) and well, Top popped Mew’s cherry. What I cannot fathom is WHY Mew called Boston (of all people) to tell him the news. I can understand why he didn’t call Ray (so that he doesn’t rub on Ray’s unrequited love), but why not Cheum? Who from the get go rooted for TopMew. I’m not sure whether Mew has an ulterior motive or he genuinely thinks Boston will be happy for them as one of his bestie. Either way, Boston is NOT a happy camper (as we are aware) and took it out on SandRay newly found happiness.
Ray, Mew, Namchuem, Boston
Now more than ever, we are seeing cracks in their friendship. Ray and Boston don’t seem to get along without Namchuem and Mew. Ray and Mew (for obvious reasons) are probably talking the bare minimum with each other (and the fact that Top clocked on Mew and Namchuen basically doing the bulk of their hostel project tells you something). I feel the most sorry for Namchuen who has to deal with 3 sorry excuses of boys (cause let’s be honest, all 3 are disastrous in different ways)
Anyway, as usual, each episode makes my head spin and this is just me trying to figure out what’s happening. The preview from episode 6 seems wild with Mew’s birthday and Mew punching Ray? Oh dear…it’s going to be more heartbreak 😩😫😣…but onward and forward, is it Saturday yet?
09/09/2023
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mulloey · 9 months
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pcd (post-concert dick) • changbin drabble
It’s a wonder, really, how two hours on stage can change your boyfriend— the sweet Changbin who’d kissed you so tenderly before he left gone and replaced by someone you only met in moments like this, when he’s pent up and frustrated and slightly feral. And you know that’s what this is as soon as he turns the corner, gaze immediately finding you, sitting pretty in a corner right where he’d left you.
“You,” he barks, striding towards you. “Dressing room, now.”
He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s storming off towards it and you follow him without a word. By now you’re both accustomed to this routine — after a show, much too tired and pent up to play around with you, the teasing and toying he normally savours is replaced by those short commands, and you, loving girlfriend that you are, are always happy to obey.
He’s patient enough to hold the dressing room door for you, quickly slamming it shut and locking it behind you. You walk to the middle of the room, standing tall and presenting yourself to him how he likes. He looks you up and down, taking you in and makes a noise of approval. There’s a second of silence, tension thick in the air before he finally pounces, striding towards you and bundling you in his arms like you’re weightless.
You’re quickly thrown onto the couch and then he’s on top of you, ripping off your clothes and from this distance you can see the feral gleam in his eye he gets when he’s this desperate.
“I fuckin’ waited for you,” he growls. He makes quick work of your pants but doesn’t bother removing your panties, just pulling them to the side and plunging two fingers into you without warning. You scream slightly, thrashing against him but his grip on you is strong. “Waited all fucking show to finally have you like this. Stay down.”
He works you open quickly, all the while attacking your neck and chest with rough kisses, sucking at the skin until it bruises. As he adds a third finger this thumb finds your clit and you wail, bucking against him.
“Shut it,” he snaps, clamping his other hand over your mouth. “You want them to hear us, bitch?”
You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes as his fingers keep fucking you harder. He laughs. “You don’t, huh? Don’t wanna get punished when I’m about to fuck you good?”
Just as you’re reaching near delirium he removes his fingers, quickly slapping your sensitive pussy then pulling away. He drags you up with him and positions you so you’re bent over the arm of the couch, ass and pussy on display for him. Finally he rips off your panties, quickly shoving them in your mouth with one hand and slapping your ass with the other. “Ought to keep you quiet, huh?” He mutters.
Normally he takes a while to savour you, work you up before you’re fucked; he could easily spend hours with his mouth attached to your pussy, rubbing your clit while his tongue swirls around inside you until you come undone. But today he’s too impatient, too worked up from hours on stage to take his time with you, and knowing how he can be after shows, you’re lucky he even prepped you with his fingers. You hear him tug his zipper down and once he’s pulled his cock out he doesn’t waste a moment before slamming into you.
Even after months of dating him, you’re not used to his size, and he knows it too, because he clamps his hand back over your mouth before you can scream. He gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts to move, but he doesn’t bother starting slow. He goes fast and hard, using the hand over your mouth to pull your head back towards him while the other grips your waist, holding you the way he wants you to get as deep as he can. By now tears pour freely down your face as he fucks you into delirium, the only sounds your muffled cries and the slapping of skin on skin.
You feel his orgasm approaching, grip on you tightening as he speeds up, fucking into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever have you. After a long show you figured he wouldn’t last as long as usual but the intensity with which he fucks you more than makes up for it; you physically couldn’t take anymore than this even if he gave it to you, so feeling him let go inside you is a fucking relief. He collapses on top of you as he unloads, burying his face in your sweat-covered neck, arms still around your waist to catch you when your knees buckle.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
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writtenbymkl · 1 year
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Synopsis: Isn’t it every fan’s dream to get hit by a car? Especially if it’s going to be caused by the driver of your favorite NCT member? Oh, and a few days before you have to attend the concert at that.
Pairing: Idol!Mark x Fan!Y/n
Genre: comedy, angst, idol life, romance
Started: N/A
Ended: N/A
Updates: Saturdays
Author's note: I literally was doing my astronomy homework for the first time and actually trying to study when I was thinking about the Dream concert and camping when my brain was like "imagine you got hit by a car and it was mark" 0.0 so here's a new series dedicated to that because I'm bored and I love mark. I know I keep posting a lot of mark content but he's my bias and I know him a little more than the others, at least to write longer content not only that but I need requests to write because I completely blank for other members ^.^
EXCLAIMER: i’ll only commit to the series if there’s interest in it ! i don’t really want to be writing thousands of words if no one’s going to read so i wrote a sneak peek just to see if it gathers any interest !!
SNEAK PEEK
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And I wanna be the best thing, I   
The best you ever had 
It’s a shame they took this off the setlist right after their Japan tour, you thought. A great way to start off your morning on the way to work. The coffee shop to be exact. Now, you didn’t exactly hate the coffee shop or working but you enjoyed the customers that came with it. Something new was happening every day, whether that be someone getting dumped and having an iced coffee poured on them or your coworker getting into a fight with a customer for not getting their order right. You enjoyed every single minute of it. 
You walk along the sidewalk to the beat of the song when your favorite part in Best Friend Ever comes on. And of course, the line goes to the one and only Mark Lee of NCT. You don’t mean to be biased but it’s not your fault they give him all the good lines.  
Nobody tries to get between us   
Get between us 
The day is almost here, the day where you get to see Mark and NCT Dream in the flesh. You’ve seen Mark about three times, Haechan twice, and the Dreamies once but there’s only so much you can handle. You made it your mission to get those tickets the second they went on sale. Your phone is holding two tickets to general admission which amounts to your whole paycheck. 
You see the coffee shop right across the street once you get to the crosswalk. You take a look at the people standing all around you, it looks like they’re heading somewhere as well. You notice someone looking at you from your peripheral view, so you quickly turn your head to face them. But not before your right airpod flies out of your ear. 
“What the heck, man,” you said as you lean down to pick it up from the ground. Great, now you have to clean it when you get to work. As you're in the process of leaning down, the same people that were standing around you are now walking forwards kicking your headphone further onto the street.
You get pushed slightly by the people as you try to look for your lost airpod. “Wait, don’t push me, hold on, I’m trying to pick up my headphone.” You quickly look up from the ground to see the crosswalk sign is at fifteen seconds, that’s enough time to find it.  
Suddenly, you hear three loud honks coming from the right of you. You look to your right and see a black BMV coming towards you, not too fast but also not slow enough. You don’t even have time to react before it hits you and knocks you to the ground a few feet away from where you originally were. Groaning, you feel an immense amount of throbbing in your head and feel something wet in your hair. You can barely move your legs since the car had impacted them, but you don’t think they’re completely broken either.  
You hear doors slam shut and hear two pairs of feet running towards you. You think there would be more but it’s only five in the morning. Your eyes are closed, and your ears are ringing as you try to slightly open your eyes when you hear muffled voices talking. 
“Oh my god,” You hear a voice panic. “We’re going to jail. I’m going to jail. These tiktoks about us going to jail are about to come true.”  
“Mark, calm down, go back inside the car, I’ll try to handle this. I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind to talk.” You manage to open your eyes a bit when you notice an older man who looks around his forties and another boy walking away from you. 
“Oh great, you’re not dead,” the older man sighs out while holding a hand to his chest. You let out a groan as you try to push yourself up. The man notices and rushes towards you quickly and puts a hand on your back. 
“Don’t try to get up, you’re not in stable condition.”  
“Yeah, you think?” You ask as you side eye him. 
“Mark, come help carry her so we can get her in the car,” he says while waving over the boy who was standing near the BMV. He’s wearing a white mask so you can’t see his face very well. 
“Dude, I am like so sorry we hit you, if it were me driving, this would’ve never happened. Except I can’t drive yet, so this guy is doing it for me.” The older man and the boy are both at each side of your body when they carefully lift you off the ground.  
“Yeah, and your guy completely ran me over and ruined my chances of seeing NCT Dream since what do you know? My legs are injured,” You bitterly say as you look over to the boy. His eyes are wide as he pauses. 
“Mark, what are you standing around for? We have to get her to the hospital,” You freeze.  
“What did you say?” You whip your head to look at the man.
 
“Jesus Christ don’t do that, you almost gave me a heart attack,” he sighs holding his free hand to his chest once again. “I said we have to get you to the hospital.” You whip your head back to look at the boy just for his face to be facing the other way. 
“Mark? Like Mark Lee from NCT?” You ask.  
“Haha, whaaat? Who is that?” His voice gets higher as he fixes his mask. Your right hand reaches over to quickly yank down the mask from his face.  
“Yo, what the-” You knew it. You would know that voice from anywhere since you’ve heard over thousands of times online. 
Your eyes are wide. “No way...”  
“Why’d you yank down my mask, oh my god,” Mark quickly says he rushes to lift it back on his face.  
“Oh no, this isn’t good,” The older man sighs. Turning your head to the right, you take a good look at his face.  
“And why the hell not?” 
“Because you’re a fan.”  
“Well cut my legs and call me shorty because I’m a fan with nonfunctioning ones,” You state. 
You hear Mark burst into sudden laughter. “Um, what?”  
“You guys are paying for my hospital bill, right?” 
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Ryan’s favour
Summary:bam goes to his crushes concert but doesn’t know that Ryan did some scheming
word count:1675
Pairing:bam margera x reader
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BAMS POV
I walk into Ryan’s room holding a speaker and set it up right next to his face and blast sex dragons full volume and Ryan barley even wakes up he justa rolls over and puts the pillows over his head.
“Ryan wake up in 6 hours we’re going to the concert aren’t you excited”
“Why did you wake me up?”he replies from under the pillow
“ Because your coming with me”I kick Ryan until he falls off the bed and wait downstairs for him to be ready and we get in the car and go to the skate park and I landed one of the tricks I’ve been trying to do for ages.
We were there for about 2:30 hours and we drive back to castle bam and I run upstairs to shower and pick out my clothes I need to look great for y/n I hope I can meet her.
“Dunn cmon we need to pick up the others.”
“Dude I’ve been ready for an hour your the one trying to make yourself look sexy for y/n because you love her” he teases me about my longtime crush of the bands lead singer.I throw a pillow at his face and get in the car.
I’ve picked up the other guys and we’re on the way to the concert and I’m so excited it’s gonna be sick.once we get inside there’s a half hour until it starts and Dunn says that he needs to check something and walks off.
RYANS POV
I walk over to the bands room and security let me in and y/n comes over embracing me in a hug. “Hey Ry didn’t think I’d be seeing you here what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Yknow in the bar when I got that creepy biker to back off and I ended up getting beat up you said you owe me one so I was wondering if you could help me out”
“Sure whatever you need”
“Well my best friend bam has a huge crush on you and he has for years probably since you started preforming so I was hoping that you could call him out or something”
“Why because I know that you have a giant heart but you seem a bit sketchy to me right now.”
“Well we’re doing a show viva la bam and it would be so funny seeing him be all shy and embarrassed because you speak to him it would be amazing.”
“Just for you I’ll do it but I better be getting a visit from you this week I’m not here for too long I wanna see my friends a bit”
“This is why I like you y/n ok we will be right at the front shouldn’t be too hard to see us break a leg”
BAMS POV
Me and the guys push our way to the front wich wasn’t very easy because of all the crazed fans but I’m used to it.we can almost touch the stage there’s only 10 minutes and Ryan’s just got here while getting a drink poured on him for pushing but who cares.
Raab pulls out the Camrea and holds it in my face “bam what do you think of y/n?”
“She’s a fuckin rockstar and her bands the shit and she’s the hottest person ever”
“And what would you say to her”
“Id tell her that she’s sex on legs”
“Dude your’e fully obsessed”Ryan laughs at me and be grabs the camera at himself. “Fun fact he has a huge poster of her in his room that he pro-“
“First of all it’s the poster of the whole band not just her and second who wouldn’t want a hot girl in their room” I justify to the Camera the red and blue lights flash on making everyone scream waiting for the band to start.
Y/n walks out of the smoke and with all the lights in my eyes it takes a second for them to focus but I can see her up close in person she’s wearing this skin tight latex looking short dress and her tits look great.
Once the music starts the crowd goes crazy and I can hear everyone shouting along to the lyrics and even some people shouting that they want to have sex with her and I’m pretty sure I hear someone propose.
It’s probably my insane crush on her but I swear she kept looking right at me. And sometimes when she got to the edge of the stage I could just about see up her dress and see the curve of her ass.
Y/N POV
Throughout the show I couldn’t keep my eyes off one of Ryan’s friends I was hoping that he was bam he was gorgeous but I couldn’t stare or I’ll give it away
Before we do one last song I wanna get to know some of you guys does that sound alright?” Everyone screams out which makes a chuckle leave my cherry red lips.
“What does that sign say?” I squints my eyes to look closer and read out the sign so everyone knows what it says
“I married my wife because she looks like you. You know you could’ve asked me you never know could of said yes.”
I hear this high pitch screaming not too far from the front and see a teenage girl trying to get my attention.
What’s your name girl in the leopard print top?
“Savvanah it’s my birthday today and I love you so much and if it wasn’t for you I probably wouldn’t be here we actually met last year at th-“
“At the bowling alley right omg I remember you your one of the sweetest girls and I hope that you have had a good birthday”
Finally I look down to Ryan and try and gold back my smile “what about you have anything fun to share?”
Yeah actually my famous best friend bam here is like totally I love with you” he manages to finish his sentence before he gets punched in the chest by bam who’s cheeks are even darker than my lipstick.
“I do no-“
“You don’t love me aww that makes me sad bam”
“Well everyone I have some news we have a celebrity here today isn’t that exciting come on up bam”
He doesn’t move for a second until one of his friends push him forward and he jumps up onto the stage keeping a distance from me.
I walk over to him and grab his hand to pull him closer “so bam are you s fan”I hold my microphone to his lips and he just nods before answering “yeah a huge fan I think you rock and your totally hot”if it’s even possible his face blushes more which I do laugh at
“Well bam I think your pretty hot too” I grab his colar of his red button up and smash my lips onto his and feeling him immediately kiss back and I bite his lip and find the opportunity to slip my younger into his mouth.
Without breaking the kiss I grab his hands that are being kept at his side and move them up my body I grind my hips onto his before pulling away from the kiss hearing everyone cheer.
“Since your famous and all can I get your autograph. Does anyone have a pen?” About 10 pens all at once get flung onto the stage and i mana to catch a black sharpie and give it to bam.
He starts to pull my arm up to sign but I shake my head and move his hand up to my tits and he slowly leans in having to hold them so he can sign it properly and once he’s done I look down and see bam written across my chest and it look pretty sexy.
Bam jumps back down into the crowd and we finish our last song and I notice how his friends got the whole thing on video. After me and the band had walked off stage most people began to leave and some are waiting behind hoping to see us and get photos.
I sit down on the sofa chugging a bottle of water and talking with the rest of the band before security knocks on the door and says that some boys are here to see us and I say to let them in knowing it’s Ryan with his friends.
They all walk into the room and we all greet eatchother and when I make eye contact with bam I see him get a bit shy so I try to ease the tension by pulling him over to sit next to me.
“Did you like the show?”
“Yeah it was great wasnt it bam?”chris asks him while raising his eyebrows
“Uhm yeah it was really good your all really cool I had a good time.”
“I’m glad that u all enjoyed yourselves.” I say to the group before announcing to the whole group. “I had a great time as well your a good kisser bam I’ll give it to you”
After we all chat for a bit our manager comes in to the room and tells us that we should probably get going back to the hotel soon before fans figure out where we’re staying and try and break in.so we all get up and say our goodbyes and I give each of them a hug and when bam tries to give me a hug I reject it
“Really a hug I think we’re passed that” and I give him another kiss this one not as aggressive as the one on stage and I pull away before kissing him on the cheek leaving a lipstick stain on his face.
Then ryan gives me a hug and whispers in my ear “when I told you he he a crush on you I didn’t think you would do that”
“neither did I I suprised myself you could have said how hot he was”
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Stars
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•Andrew Hozier X reader
-Warnings: none, fluff and Andrew think you’re trying to kill him.
~Enjoy!~
You and Andrew have been engaged for a while now and you love every second of your life with him. From watching him perform at festivals or just baking together in the kitchen of the house both of you own. He was on tour in United States and with you being from the states you decided to go along with him. One of the shows was not far way from your parents house and your hometown. You talked to your parents before had about staying just for the night and they weren’t reluctant to let y’all in. The day had gone great and the concert was even better. It was around 11 pm when everyone said goodnight and when to their own rooms. You and Andrew shared your old room together, while laying in your oversized childhood bed you started thinking about how your father would take you out each morning to the country to see the stars. “Hey Andy?” You said while rolling over to look at him. “Yea?” His thick Irish accent made your heart flutter. “I was thinking. Me and my dad always used to go out to the country and stargaze or just drive. There are some really beautiful things out there. Would you like if I took you tomorrow morning?” He opened his eyes and looked at you smiling. “Sure. I would love to, honey.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “Oh awesome! It will be a little early, but it’s definitely worth it.” You could help but smile. “I’m sure it will be worth it, darling.” He buried his head the crease of your neck and whispers “I’ll see you in the morning, my love. I’m excited.” You felt his breathing on you neck and as he said that you couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You whispered back at him. You set your alarm and went straight to sleep. The alarm woke you up at exactly 5 AM. You gently rubbed Andrew’s back trying to gently wake him up. After a good couple of minutes he finally woke up, y’all got dressed and ready of the day. While you were waiting on Andrew to get dressed (because he was having an outfit crisis) you made and pour you both coffee. Finally he settled on just sweatpants and the sweater you bought him. Handing him a cup of coffee, the both of y’all left the house quietly. Getting the car he rented you in the drivers seat and him in the passengers, y’all headed off into the woods. While driving you connected your phone to the car stereo, you decided to turn on some of Noah Kahan’s music instead of torturing him with his own music. Y’all were getting deeper and deeper into the woods, he turns a looks at you. “Do you have a plan to kill me?” He ask with a grin. “Hell no! Why would I?!” You responded a little confused. “I guess watch that horror film last night got me edge…” He said in responses. “Well I promise I’m not going to kill you.” After a while of driving and singing long with the song she pulled over to a little trail, you parked the car and they both got out. “Look up, love.” He looked up at the sky, the full moon also setting and the stars bright than ever. The music in the car was still playing, this time it was one of his song and your personal favorite song of his ‘Abstract (Psychopomp)’. “The earth from a distance, see how it shines~” Andrew laughed at his own lyrics, “The earth does indeed shine, well technically the solar system shines.” You looked away from the sky and looked at him, his eyes glistening with the stars light. He was everything to her. “It does really shine.” She wasn’t even paying attention to the stars now, she was only paying attention to him. “I love you, Hoziy” You sipped your hand into his pocket and held his hand, and rested your head on his shoulder. “I love you too, my star.”
Note: Tysm for reading!!!!!
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minjix · 2 years
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virtuoso → Vinnie Hacker x artist!reader
requested! can you do an imagine with vinnie hacker ? can reader be a famous singer and vinnie and all their friends go to one of her concerts while they are dating ? thank u💋🫶
a/n: i know you requested a female reader but i decided to change it to !reader since I want everyone to feel included when they read my stories, hope that’s okay <3
summary: in which it’s your first concert and your support system is there
warnings: swearing + not carefully proofread also badly written. :(
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You never expected your music to blow up the way it did. Music was something you did when you had nothing else to do, so to say that you were unprepared when you got the offer to sing in front of thousands of people, was an understatement.
Vinnie texted you that morning, a simple ‘see you there<3’ settled the raging butterflies in your stomach until you arrived at the arena.
Your hands were clammy as security lead you backstage where strangers made sure your mic and everything else was ready.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you heard the cheering fans who waited to see you perform.
The moment the band began to play was the moment you stepped on to the stage.
All your life you had dreamt of this moment, so how does it come it still feels like a dream? For the past two years you’ve expected to wake up and be slapped so hard by reality it leaves you breathless, but still, here you are.
Your name echoed through the arena, and despite the onslaught of cheers- doubt settled in. Why you? Why would they spend their money to see you perform? You tried to lie to yourself, saying how you didn’t deserve the fame that came with your music, but as you looked past the bright lights, you could see a glimpse of the answer you were seeking.
You do deserve it.
With that thought in mind, you poured your heart and soul into the performance, and you have never sounded better than you did on that stage.
During the second song, you heard a loud cheer, probably the loudest in the crowd.
“Y/n!” You recognized that voice.
You looked over to the right and there he was. The biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face, his unruly hair and glistening brown eyes. He was beautiful, his cheeks flushed as he sang along to your song and you’ve never felt more complete than you did in that moment.
꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦ ꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷
The cheers where deafening when you stepped of the stage. You were exhausted and covered in sweat, yet the smile couldn’t leave your lips.
Backstage were you greeted with smiles and congratulations, and out of nowhere you were almost tackled to the floor. You immediately recognized his embrace.
“Holy shit, that was awesome!” He pulled away and grabbed your cheeks, staring at you, his smile still present. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
He quickly pulled you into a slow but rough kiss, a kiss you were certain was the cure to every problem.
He pulled away though when he was pushed out of the way by Larray.
“Move Vinnie!” He yelled. He hugged you too, but more carefully. He laughed, “my best friend is Y/n, I definitely should get an award for keeping you alive or something.” You could only laugh. You looked behind to see everyone you had wanted to come.
Your eyes stung as they filled with tears and Vinnie’s hand immediately grabbed yours. “You deserve this and more.” He whispered, his lips gracing your ear.
He was right.
꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦ ꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷
ugh, this feels so rushed but this bitch fractured her wrist and it hurts so much to write :( really tried my best though ♡
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Teenage Wasteland
On the sixth day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:
A steamy Christmas Resort meet cute with praise kink!Sammy!
Christmas Song Pairing: “Snowflakes of Love" by Toni Braxton
Trope: Christmas Resort
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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader
Warnings: Language, smut, praise kink
Words: 2.8k
Author's Note: Sorry it's late tonight... I had such a fierce craving for melted cheese that I grappled with myself about ordering some cheese sticks forever before I gave into the craving, and that took some time off my hands. Whoops! Here you go, though, and I hope everyone who's planning on watching the concert tonight has fun!
18+ / MINORS DNI
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If there was ever a time that you were glad your mother seemed to have partied herself into someone else’s bed, it was now. Because somehow, someway, you'd managed to party the sexiest man you’d ever seen into yours. And if there had been someone in your shared room, you wouldn’t have his lips at your throat, his hands sliding up your dress to your breasts, or his rock hard cock against your hip as you tugged him into the room.
And that would have been the biggest damn tragedy you’d ever experienced.
“Thank god she’s not here,” you sighed, leading him to the bed in a way you hoped didn’t reveal just how desperate you were to feel him on your skin. “We’d have had to fuck in a storage closet if she was.”
He chuckled, precisely undoing what few buttons were connecting his shirt, and then gently put his hand over yours as you struggled with your dress zipper. “I’d have done it anywhere, anytime. All you had to do was say the words,” he purred, taking over for you. 
 Sam. He’d said his name was Sam.
Being pushed into a stranger’s arms was something that had its merits, at times. Like in movies, where a strong, sexy firefighter catches you as you’re pushed into the street. Or when it was a billionaire playboy just destined to fall for you.
But when it was very reminiscent of a scene from “High School Musical,” and all eyes were on you as the DJ felt the need to point out that no one had asked you to dance as the clock counted down to Christmas – no. This was not one of those times.
The only thing keeping you from bolting the second attentions were turned away was the fact that the man you’d been pushed into was one of the most beautiful creatures you’d ever been close enough to touch. 
That fact was the one that had you chuckling, uncharacteristically hesitant, as your partner moved into position, fumbling a little bit with hand placement at first but quickly getting into the swing of things. “Um…sorry that you were pressured into this, it was a real dick move of the DJ,” you scoffed, voice a little small and insecure.
But the man just stared at you, confusion twisting his mouth into a slight smile. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice happy and welcoming and warm. “The DJ’s my main man Danny – I asked him to do this.”
You felt your face heat under the festive red and green spotlights swinging around the room. “Wha-- wait, really?” 
Doubt poured out of every pore in your body, it seemed, and the handsome stranger took his hand from yours to cross his heart. “I’m being totally serious. I couldn’t let a pretty thing like you walk away without a partner,” he flirted, coming in close enough that you could smell his cologne.
'Expensive' was what it smelled like.
“Well,” you responded, relaxing a bit in the lowering tensions. Something about this man was strangely comfortable. “Here I am, stranger.”  There was no harm in flirting back a little, right? It was one of the last days you had at the resort - you could live what precious days you had left of your teenage years out in true 'teen dream' fashion.
“Hopefully not for long," the man said, leading you around the dance floor in a simple step-and-rock. "My name is Sam, and I think this Christmas, Santa might have actually put me on the nice list for once.”
“You work wonders with that little mouth of yours,” Sam groaned, hand laced through your hair as you bobbed up and down on his dick. Every time you hit a good spot with a wet swipe of your tongue, he jerked; not up into your mouth, though – almost away from your mouth. “Don’t make me cum too soon, pretty thing, I have to wrap the gift before I give it.”
You had to pull off to giggle, looking up at him as he grinned down at you. “Your dick’s a gift now, huh? I think,” you said, demurely crawling up his thin body, “that maybe I should be the judge of that.”
Sam’s hands wandered up and down your curves as you kissed him, hot and heavy and deep. It felt like you were finally getting that moment that all the coming of age films put in the minds of impressionable pre-teens: a party, a handsome stranger, a sloppy makeout session, and the promise of more all as you kept glancing towards the door to make sure your Mom didn’t come back.
“Condom’s in my wallet,” Sam panted, breaking away from your red, swollen lips after searching every inch your mouth had to offer with his tongue. After getting up so that he could retrieve it and put it on, he crawled over you, his long, beautiful hair curtaining you both from the impersonal décor of the resort room. “But I bet I can prove it to you,” he said, in what was supposed to be arrogance, you thought, but the slight shake and nervous voice crack gave you the idea that despite his beauty, he either didn’t do this much or was a little bit on the inexperienced side.
When his fingers met your core, though, and delved into you before hooking and stroking like he’d crafted each nerve himself– there was nothing inexperienced about this skill of his at all.
“It’s just me, my older sister and my uncle here,” Sam said, lowering himself into the hot tub in just his boxers. Neither of you had wanted to take the trip to get your swimsuits, so you decided to risk being caught and just stripped to your underwear, not even trying to hide the fact that you were both looking as the other took off their clothes. “My twin older brothers were supposed to come, too, but then they– well, it’s not important what they did, but my parents grounded them.”
“Wait,” you said, brow furrowing. “How old are you? How old are they?” You didn’t want to accidentally prey on someone under 18 just because they looked older than you.
Sam gave a little quirk of a smile. “I’m 19, they’re 22. But they weren’t about to tell my mom and dad to fuck off.”
That was a relief to hear. About his age - although you supposed it was also a good thing that his brothers still listened to their parents, too. “It’s my mom and I,” you replied, going back to the original conversation. “Her girlfriends all pitched in and got her and I this trip as a Christmas gift. And my mom needed a vacation.” You thought back to the year behind you and some of the trials and tribulations you’d both gone through, but specifically her, and wondered if they were really something that should be shared with a complete stranger. Especially one who was obviously down for some extended nighttime activities, from how he’d been flirting.
“Something on your mind?”
You blinked back to the present and chuckled, shaking the thoughts off. “It’s nothing. So you said you’re in a band, huh? Any good?”
Sam’s eyes lit up, and you wondered if they’d been successful at all or not – he still loved doing it, so it seemed. “I dunno, ask our Grammy.”
As Sam’s hips pistoned in and out of you, you let out a quiet mewl every time he pushed in to the hilt. His breaths were even more labored, and he was panting like a dog into your neck while he pawed at your tits and grabbed at your hips for more purchase, like he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to use his hands for first.
You stood by your earlier theory, that maybe he didn’t have quite as much experience as that cocky facade was there to make you think he did, but the sex was good, he had more than enough length and girth to keep you stretched out and filled up, and you could see your orgasm on the horizon.
So, even though he didn’t seem to need it, you dug into your little box of kinks you had and began to let out praises and encouragement, excited to see what kind of reaction they’d get you. With your lips at his ear, you said, “God, Sam, you fill me up so well. They say if they’re hot, they can’t fuck, but they’ve clearly never met you.”
Sam’s grip tightened on you and he whined, his hips picking up speed. But he was a rockstar; it really wasn’t a surprise that he craved attention and validation from others. He readjusted his position and flipped your around to your hands and knees, slipping and sliding around a bit when he tried to re-enter you from behind. “I wouldn’t be half as good of a fuck if this pussy wasn’t made to take my cock.” He found purchased and didn't hold back like he had the first time.
You groaned and hung your head low, letting your body shake with each thrust into you and desperately hoping that these walls were thick enough for the sake of your neighbors. “Tonight it was,” you agreed, brushing off the fact that you’d likely never see him again after. “Oh shit, Sam, right there– yes, fuck, you’ve got it! Keep hitting me right there and I’ll cum for you,” you promised readily, knowing that you would if he kept catching your g-spot like that. “All over that perfect cock, pretty boy.”
Your plea was low and your promise sincere, but Sam wanted more. “Yeah? How good am I making you feel?” He was shamelessly fishing for more compliments, and you were more than glad to give them.
“Well, I’m about to cum, if that answers it,” you chuckled breathlessly. “Not very many men can make me cum from just their cock alone.”
With a boost of confidence, Sam set his sights on that goal and used your shoulder as a handle to pull you back with, hitting deeper than he had before. It was enough to put you teetering on the edge, and if he could just hold off for a few more well-placed thrusts, you’d fall. “You call me pretty, you make me feel like a sex-god – I don’t know where you’re from, but I’m following you there,” he murmured, his bony, callused fingers digging in harder as his rhythm faltered for a second, then picked up again. 
“You’re so pretty, Sam,” you said honestly. 
He seemed to really like all your affirmations, and this time, they were all true – which wasn’t something you could say for all the men you’d been with. There had been times you praised and flattered them just so that you could get yourself off afterwards, since all men were suckers for compliments. 
Sam, though, hit all your checkmarks and then some. He hummed out something that sounded vaguely like, “More,” but the toll of exertion garbled it.
Either way, you were only more than happy to say ‘more.’ “The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe you’re in my bed tonight. The faces you make, even how you–" you were interrupted by a flash of pleasure as he did something with his hips that was no beginner's move, "--how you look fucking sweating– god, I could look at you forever.” Sam’s hips jerked directly into your g-spot then, and it was all you needed to arch your back and gasp, quickly reaching down to circle your clit and extend the orgasm that overtook you. Sam let out a strangled moan from behind you and, with a few more uneven thrusts, buried himself deep inside of you and pulsed, filling up the condom he’d donned. 
As both of you caught your breaths, you shakily lowered yourself down to your forearms and Sam followed, trying to chase the warmth of your cunt that he didn’t seem quite ready to leave, yet. You felt his weight settle on top of you, and the pressure across your body felt…really nice. Like an extra-weighted blanket that kissed your neck and had a hummingbird heartbeat that you could feel where it was pressed to your shoulder blade.
“I’m gonna have to leave soon, aren’t I?” he said softly, dread clear in his tone.
You chuckled from underneath him. “Maybe. But not right now. Right now, you stay right where you are.”
He listened readily, even if he did eventually pull away to take the condom off and hide it in a piece of toilet paper. When he returned, he sat next to you instead of climbing back on top, and you missed his warmth, but you were also tuckered out, and once Sam started trailing his hand up and down your spine, you didn’t know you’d fallen asleep until you woke up, alone in the room.
The door slipped shut – you figured that was what woke up, and the dark shape that turned out to be your mom whispered, “Sorry!” as you sat up, a different name than hers on your lips.
Oh well. It was bound to happen, so you didn’t let the fact that Sam had left without a goodbye keep you from returning to sleep. After you dragged yourself up and to the bathroom, because a UTI was enough to keep you from sleeping again, wrapped in the blanket you’d brought and hoping that your mom didn’t know you were naked underneath it as you passed each other in the room.
Considering that you were the one that was supposed to be jumpy after a night out, you found your mom’s behavior strange the next morning at breakfast. Restless, searching, and barely touching her plate, you raised your brows as she acted like a kid on Christmas. Which was apt, considering that it was Christmas. “Are you okay?” you asked, looking towards the door where she’s fixed her eyes.
“Yeah,” she said slowly. “I just…met someone last night?”
A smile spread out across your lips. Because it definitely hadn’t been obvious this morning when she came in smelling like a man, and that thought wiped the smile right off your lips. Because if you could smell her date’s cologne…then shit.
“That’s cool,” you replied mildly. The last thing you wanted to do was give off the impression that you expected anything from her, whether that be a committed relationship or for her to be celibate until she died. She deserved happiness in whichever form it found her, and you weren’t going to let her worry for you ruin anything. 
She smiled, then, real big and genuine. “There he is! Act cool, act cool!” 
“You’re the one freaking out!” you giggled, ducking away with your toast as she batted at you. Turning your head to look over your shoulder in order to see her mystery man, you cocked it with what little neck movement you had left. You didn’t know him, that was for sure. Never seen him before in your life. But something about him was…familiar. 
He greeted you mom with a big smile as well and a smooth kiss to her cheek when she stood up to give him a quick, bashful hug, sneaking in glances at you as she did. “Y/N…this is Joe.”
Not to be taken lightly, you stood up – still shorter than the stranger, but trying to impose your presence by being the first to put your hand out. “Hi, Joe.”
The man looked at you with a glint in his eye that you could have sworn you’d seen somewhere else. The TV? An ad? Who knew, but it was making your eye twitch that you didn’t have an answer. 
“Hello, Y/N – I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” He only grinned at your posturing on him. “My niece and nephew were getting ready in their room when I left, so they should be coming in a few minutes. They’re about your age, I think.” You nodded, still not breaking eye contact with this ‘Joe’ guy. “So that…you know, you won’t have to be stuck in our boring, adult-conversation world.”
Satisfied that you’d at least made him stutter, you smiled sweetly at him. “Right. Taxes and all, huh?” and sat down right as he let out a booming laugh that ended with, “There’s the sleeping beauties! Y/N, my Darling Date,” he said, motioning to your mom, who blushed at the name, “this is my niece, Ronnie, and my nephew, Sam.”
Your head nearly snapped backwards, and your mom moved in to shake their hands – sure enough, it was the beautiful boy who’d snuck out of your room just a few hours before and a girl that shared some of the exact same features that you also picked out on their uncle, and he was grinning like the sun had taken refuge in a puppy dog that had been turned into a human by a fairy or some shit.
While your mom cooed over his sister, you stood up so that you were face to face with Sam. He didn’t take his eyes of yours as he stuck his hand out. “Hi. I’m Sam, and I think Santa finally put me on the nice list this year.”
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starii-light · 10 months
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hobie x gn!reader short fic since you all loved my last hobie fic (i don’t blame you) this is a confession fic !
Never Better
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Hobie brown, oh where do i start on hobie brown. he has amazing style, oh how i love his voice and deep accent and- oh! did i mention he played the guitar? yeah the electric guitar, he’s so good at it. I wish i could be able to spend more time with Hobie but we’re only friends, he doesn’t think of me that way, why would he? he’s spider-man, he takes care of all of New York city.
i’m sitting at my desk, working on something when i hear my window open and i turn to see Hobie crawl in through my window, knocking over a few things and when he is fully through he sits up against my bed frame and is holding his side.
“y/n? heyy y/n! how are yo-“ he is interrupted by coughing. “hobie? oh my god are you ok?” i pull his mask off and see all the bruises decorating his face. “oh my- what happened?” “you should see the other guy honestly” a slight smile on his face, “i uh got slashed in the side pretty good” he pulls down the top half of his suit and see a not too deep slash on the left side of his chest just below his pec. “i- uh- hold on i’ll go get the first aid kit to help you”
“— ok hobie? i’m going to disinfect it, ok? it’s going to sting you can squeeze my hand if it hurts too bad.” his larger hand engulfs mine as he braces for the pain.
⭐️⭐️⭐️
“hobie? you ok? you didn’t lose too much blood so that’s good but still” hobie doesn’t answer he just looks me in my eyes.
“hobie?”
“yeah, love?”
“i asked you a question, are you ok?”
“oh yeah, never better, never better..”
“ok..?”
i move to stand up but hobies hand never let go of mine “nonono love stay a while” my heart starts thumping harder i hope Hobie can’t hear it (he can, he’s spider-man) he looked at me deeper and i couldn’t read his face. “hey, i’m gonna tell you something, ok?” ok now he’s scaring me “hobie? what’s wrong?”
“i- i really really like you, (y/n). i like how you always make sure i’m ok, how you always come to all my concerts, how you support me. (y/n) will you date me?”
i’m in shock, my free hand covers my mouth and i tear up a little. the man i’ve had a crush on for the longest time just confessed to me, in the sweetest way ever.
“oh hobie, yes of course i’ll date you. i’ve had a crush on you for so long i’m just, so happy!”
he smiles at me. like really smiles. And then he leans in and kisses me so gently, so sweetly. He pours all his love into that kiss and it means so much.
i’m dating The Hobie Brown
I’ve never been better.
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stirlinqs · 4 months
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being funny in a foreign language!
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• WORD COUNT 1,065
• NOTE: nothing 18+ here! some parts of my text may be more descriptive than others but this is safe (pov guinevere is a mess and clearly cannot sustain relationships… ouch!)
• posted this from my ao3! (link here)
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I sit in the back seat of my car.
I should be driving home. I should have my hands on the wheel, but I refuse. I stared out the window and allowed my hand to trace the glass. It’s chilly against the soft skin of my palm. When I brought my hand away, a cloudy mark became visible.
It’s simplistic and tasteless. Something about it made me smile.
New York is cold; the air is still, and the sky is navy blue, but there were specks of gold there, too.
The radio is on. I’m painfully quiet. I don’t mumble to myself. I barely even move. I chewed at my cheeks, eating away at the insides of my mouth. Small scabs cover the pinkish-orange skin of my lips. I bite at them, tear away, and hope they don’t bleed.
I curse at myself while sitting in the back. I punch at the headrest. I curl into a ball, my knees tucked closely to my chest. People walk by, they wander, and look on. Sometimes, while minding my business, I wish on the stars for someone to ask me how I am.
No one ever does.
Life, after a while of living, begins to feel suffocating. New York is no longer magical to me. The holidays become placeholders, not memory makers. Through it all, I miss him the most. It’s sour like a cherry picked fresh from the orchard. I miss the coffee stains, his laugh, and his messy notebooks filled with niche lyrics only I could understand.
I miss the caffeine highs and simple nights when all we did was drink.
Through the rubble, I miss his touch and how everything felt okay when he held me.
His band is performing at Madison Square Garden.
I had tickets.
I had planned on going, but I never showed up. Instead, I lingered in the parking lot.
Was I doomed to linger? Was I doomed to watch from the sidelines as he got on stage each night and forgot I had existed? Even if I had shown, would he have stopped and looked for me like he used to?
Things were different now, yet everything felt the same.
I was the same.
Before I climbed back into the front seat, I waited for the concert to end. I waited for people to pour out. It felt surreal. It felt bitter and confusing not being present, but I ignored that feeling for a wink. I pushed it deep down, stepping lightly on the gas and pulling my car around.
I drove past the empty tour buses parked on the side of the road. I slowed down briefly, scanning the backstage door. I contemplated parking my car and going up to it.
However, I didn’t have to.
While staring at it, he wandered out. A cigarette hung loose from his lips, slightly balanced by his fingers. I had made a total stop in the middle of the road, my hands holding onto the wheel of my car.
Before I could speed off, he spots me. He looks up and glares through my tinted windows. Ash falls from the cigarette, a trail of smoke following behind him as he walks up to my passenger side.
I roll down the window.
“How was it?” My words are careful.
“Okay,” he mutters. “There’s another show here tomorrow.”
“That’s nice.” My face is blank, the streetlights engulfing my car.
He thinly smiles, like he’s sure talking to me is a bad idea. “You didn’t show.”
“Was I supposed to?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, his curls moving with him. “No. I just thought you would’ve.”
I go to speak again, but he continues. “Ross asked where you were. I guess the guys aren’t used to it, you know? We went backstage for a moment. It felt like something was missing.”
“Nothing’s missing,” I reply. “Everything is in place.”
“It isn’t, Guin,” he says. There’s a sense of sternness in his voice. “You know that.”
“No,” I say. “It’s okay.”
His eyes are colorless, no longer brown and soft. “Guinevere, why are you sat out here?”
“I was driving home,” I lied.
He knows this isn’t true. My house is quite far from the venue. His eyebrows shift. “No.”
My lips part. “You don’t believe me?”
He puts slight pressure on his right foot, his hand above his hip. “You’re not a good liar.”
“I had pit tickets,” I mutter. “I didn’t end up going, sold it at the last minute.”
“Why?” He asked me.
“Look around, Matty.” My voice grows in volume.
For a moment, I pause. Everyone can hear us, even the people inside.
I adjust in my car seat. “Nothing’s simple anymore. There used to be some euphoric feeling being there and watching you, but it’s gone.”
“It’s not gone,” he says. “You keep running, Guin. If you’d just stop and face me, things wouldn’t be so fucking difficult to understand.”
I sigh, and he glares. Even if I focus on the road, I can still sense his eyes on me. His cigarette burns out, and he throws the butt onto the pavement. My hands are clammy. I remove them from the wheel of my car and let my sweater sleeves fall over them. Despite our current conversation, he grins. I cannot tell if it’s bittersweet or a parting message. “It’s late. Go home if you’re going. Or, you can stay. You can come inside with me.”
“I can’t, Matty.” I shake my head, my hair loose against my face.
Something on his face changes, like he’s stopped fighting for me. I can feel the shift in tone, his expression shadowed and dim. I frown. I want to go inside. I want to go up to him and say everything I haven’t been able to. I feel trapped in one spot, my body scarily still.
“Okay,” he replies. “Goodnight, then.” He turns around and walks toward the door.
Before he goes back inside completely, he lingers along the doorframe. I see him thinking something over, his eyes refusing to stay still.
After a brief moment, he lets the door shut behind him.
He disappeared into the concert venue, and I drove away without thinking.
It's sad. It makes me long for how we were just a year ago.
I know it's my fault, but maybe things can be different.
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fortheloveofwonderland · 11 months
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🎵 Scarlet’s Milestone Concert Celebration 🎵
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To celebrate reaching another milestone I am inviting you all to Scarlet’s Concert 🎵
As most of my fics are named after songs, I have complied a list of some of my favourite songs. Send me a pairing and a song lyric and I will gift you a little fic. Lyrics with gender specific pronouns can be changed at request. Come join the concert! 🎵
🎵 Pairings 🎵
Spencer x Reader
Spencer x Luke
Luke x Reader
🎵 Song lyric prompts below the cut! 🎵
🎵 I’ll admit I’m impressed by your vanishing act. Place your bets on your best guess of when you’re coming back - Swan Song by Set It Off
🎵 “Just give me a chance,” she said as I packed my things. “But I already did four times, don’t you remember?” “I won’t blow it again,” she said, with her fingers crossed. But she forgot about the mirror behind her - Plastic Promises by Set It Off
🎵 Pick up the phone, I know I’m drunk again. And you know my intentions ‘cause it’s 2am - Ancient History by Set It Off
🎵 And tomorrows now misunderstood, ‘cause it’s reading “outlook not so good”. If these signs would point to “yes” she could maybe feel the same - Magic 8 by Set It Off
🎵 I got your letter and the poetry you sent me, postmarked in December of last year. I really hope you’re doing better, all your friends close by your side, one step closer to recovery - My Reply by The Ataris
🎵 Out of every girl I meet, no other can compete. I’d ditch them all for a night with you. I know you don’t believe you mean this much to me, but I promise you that you do - I Won’t Spend Another Night Alone by The Ataris
🎵 But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you’ve been here before? - Pompeii by Bastille
🎵 I wish that we could save today, but I know we can’t stay the same. And I keep pushing you away, don’t wait for me - Home is Such a Lonely Place by Blink 182
🎵 A little drunk, waiting on your phone call. A little numb, maybe I can’t feel at all - I Really Wish I Hated You by Blink 182
🎵 Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him? I’m just a notch in your bedpost but you’re just a line in a song - Sugar, We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy
🎵 But you didn’t have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough - Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye
🎵 I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you’ll ever meet sweetie, you had me - Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic at the Disco
🎵 Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn’t mean to call you that. I can’t remember what was said or what you threw at me, please tell me - My Own Worst Enemy by Lit
🎵 I’ve been trying to call, I’ve been on my own for long enough. Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe - Blinding Lights by The Weeknd
🎵 If I go crazy, then will you still call me superman? If I’m alive and well will you be there and holding my hand? - Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down
🎵 I’ve found a reason for me to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new, and the reason is you - The Reason by Hoobastank
🎵 Tried to be so strong, but you see through the cracks. My defence is gone, come take me home tonight - Home by Goo Goo Dolls
🎵 I don’t mind spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while - She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
🎵 You kiss me like an over dramatic actor who’s starving for work, with one last shot to make it happen - Slow Down by The Academy Is
🎵 You’ve been broken into fifty pieces, today is gone, I’m the only light that you see. You need someone, I know all you needed was me - Sunshine by All American Rejects
🎵 You’re the cure, and your eyes have dug me out of my grave more times than I could ever count. You’ve always been the one to breathe me back to life - The Cure by The Movielife
🎵 Why don’t you find someone who will love you the way you deserve? The way you deserve, never puts you down and comforts you when it hurts - The Way You Deserve by New Found Glory
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sundove88 · 2 months
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A Storm of An Empty Shell (Jett, Broken Beyond Repair AU)
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A small vignette of an AU I’m making where Jett never healed and thus became a cynical, broken, and utterly empty husk of his former self.
Note: This is an AU I’m making where Jett never healed and became an empty shell of his former self. I call it Jett, Broken Beyond Repair. Jett obviously belongs to @jettthespeeddemon
Also, this is my first Angst AU! Yaaaaay!!
And this probably the darkest AU I’ve ever made.
It was the biggest thunderstorm all of Timeville had ever seen in its history. The rain was pouring down in buckets, the lightning danced across the bleak sky, and the thunder boomed like the drums of a rock concert. I had lost all hope, and inside of me, my cold dead heart beat as I watched the thunderstorm. Although I had been given the chance to be adopted by Iben and had taken it, things didn’t change that much.
“Now this town will experience hopelessness like no other.” I said to myself. At my words, the storm became worse and worse. The wind howled like a pack of wolves, and the rain poured down in torrents. A flood washed through the streets, and lightning plus thunder caused more damage than any weather phenomena.
The next morning, the entire town was devastated as people worked together to restore the destroyed city. As Iben approached me, I could see that she was horrified at what happened last night. The entire city had been destroyed beyond repair, and so was I. Broken beyond repair- an empty shell of the speed demon I had once been.
There was no heart of mine left to restore the balance of or a speck of humanity left in me. Only the cold, stormy, thundering void where it had once been.
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smeddiemunson · 1 year
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for the prompt! :D
37: “ Dance with me! ”
thank you for the prompt! i went about a million different ways with this one originally, but it’s christmas so you get this very personal head cannon of mine 🖤
Shoutout to peterpantomime on tiktok for the hcs about their jobs. I’m co-opting them. Idk if they’re on tumblr.
Modern AU!
37: “Dance with me!”
The elevator in Eddie and Chrissy’s apartment building had been broken since before Steve and Robin started coming around. They lived in the fifth floor as well so Steve and Robin kept taking turns to carry the gift bags up the stairs.
“I might ask Chrissy to move in with us just so I don’t have to climb those stairs ever again,” Robin moaned as they reached the fifth floor.
Steve balked. “What so I’m forced to come over here more so you two can be alone? No thanks.”
“You’re at least athletic, Steve!”
Steve frowned. That didn’t mean he wanted to climb those stairs everyday. He knocked on the door to apartment 504 instead of arguing.
Eddie opened the door with a flourish and the devilish smile on his face that Steve first fell for.
“Sweetheart, I missed you!”
Steve flushed red, hoping between the cold air outside and the five floor climb he could pass it off as something else.
Eddie smirked like he knew. He curled a hand in Steve’s most gaudy Christmas sweater (having unzipped his coat on the way up) and pulled him in for a kiss that made Steve’s toes curl in his shoes and had him whimpering for more.
Robin coughed loudly next to them. “Nice to see you too, Edward.”
“Not my name,” Eddie laughed as he pulled away from Steve, hand still firmly in his sweater. “Good to see you too, Buck. Come on in.”
Robin squeezed past them, shouting “Baby, we’re here!” as she went.
Steve juggled the bags in his hands into one so he could take Eddie’s hand in his, tangling their fingers together.
“Hi, Teddy,” he said quietly. It hadn’t been that long since they last saw one another, but with Steve taking extra bookings at the salon for people that wanted to look their best for the holidays and Eddie being responsible for the Christmas concerts at the school he taught at, they hadn’t had very much time together at all.
Chrissy came thundering into the hallway, throwing herself at Robin while she was struggling to take her shoes off, fingers still stiff from the cold, and causing them both to go careening into the wall.
“Honey!”
Steve dropped his head to Eddie’s shoulder with a laugh.
Eddie tugged Steve through the door and shut it behind him, and said, “I’ll get you a drink.”
He disappeared into the kitchen, only stopping long enough to help haul Robin and Chrissy up from their slump, then swiftly let them go again as they began kissing their hellos against each other’s mouth, cheeks, necks, and whatever other piece of skin they could easily get to.
Steve quickly skirted past them after toeing off his Nikes and shucking off his coat. Rather than follow Eddie straight to the kitchen, he went through the door that led to their living room so he could place the gift bags under the tree the four of them had spent an evening decorating and drinking the weekend after thanksgiving.
He took the box of cookies he and Robin made the night before and made sure to switch the Christmas tree lights to static rather than the blinking they had defaulted to. It wasn’t a night he wanted to have to deal with migraines.
He never wanted to, but Eddie had been talking up this tradition for weeks and Steve was going to do everything he could to make sure it was perfect.
Eddie handed him eggnog in tall glass when he came into the kitchen.
Robin and Chrissy had migrated from the hallway, looking throughly kissed, and were sat at the kitchen table with glasses in front of them while Eddie poured himself a glass.
They were the fancy glasses Chrissy stole from her parents when she finally moved out. They never called to get them back so it wasn’t as if they were missed.
Steve smiled in thanks and held up the box of cookies.
“Sugar cookies,” he explained. “Mine and Robin’s tradition to go with yours.”
“Steve made them,” Robin interjected. “I helped decorate but I’m not allowed to help cook. He’s very particular about his kitchen. Are you sure you want him helping you cooking dinner tomorrow, baby?”
Chrissy giggled. “We’ll be just fine together, I think, dear,” she directed towards Steve. “I’m particular about my kitchen too.”
Eddie mumbled something about her being all talk, but smiled innocently when Chrissy narrowed her eyes on him playfully.
“So, the plan for tonight.” Eddie clapped his hands to divert attention back to him. “We drink eggnog. Chrissy has started on that early. Haven’t you, doll?”
Chrissy giggled into her glass with rosy cheeks. “Oops.”
Robin smiled warmly and pressed a kiss to her temple, leaning to whisper something either of the boys could hear, but could see the smirk settle on Chrissy’s lips.
Steve motioned for Eddie to carry on.
“We drink eggnog. We eat cookies. We watch Christmas movies, but we always start with The Muppets Christmas Carol.”
Steve hummed. “Never seen it.”
Eddie whined. “Sweetheart, why do you do this to me?”
“Do what?”
“Admit that you haven’t seen the greatest Christmas movie to ever be made.”
“I like The Santa Clause,” he offered thoughtfully.
Eddie patted him on the cheek. “It’s a good choice, but it’s not The Muppets.”
Steve rolled his eyes. He was used to Eddie’s dramatics now, six months into the relationship, and he knew when to pick his battles.
“What else?”
“We go to bed before midnight and hope Santa came to visit,” Eddie said as if it were the most obvious end to the evening. It probably was in fairness to him. 
“And I get up early to cook?”
Eddie scoffed. “No. You get up early so we can have Christmas morning sex. You can cook when I’m done with you.”
“Is that so?”
“Can you two go five minutes without wanting to jump each other’s bones?” Robin groaned, Chrissy patting her on the shoulder sympathetically.
“No,” They said at the same time.
Despite her words, Robin looked at them with such fondness that Steve had to look away from it. Robin had been the only real family he had for so many years that having people to share Christmas with now almost scared him, probably would have terrified him if he wasn’t so excited to do it. It had been been a long time since he’d shared it with anyone other than Robin.
Eddie took the box of cookies and laid them out on a light blue tray with snowmen printed on it, clearly a novelty gift he’d been given in a secret Santa one year. He motioned for everyone to follow him as he made his way through to the living room to put the cookies on the coffee table, which had been pushed out of the way of the main space.
Chrissy and Robin came through with plates of sandwiches and a couple of bowls of chips. Little nibbles, Chrissy had explained when Steve and Robin were officially invited, to pick at through the night so no one had to cook when they could be drinking and getting into the Christmas spirit instead.
Eddie clocked the static lights with a thoughtful look. He pushed his fingers through Steve’s fringe. “Are you okay?”
Steve nodded. “Just preemptive.”
“We can turn them off altogether, if you need it. Just say the word.”
Steve shook his head. “No need.”
Eddie hummed and leant forward to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “Any time you need it though, just say.”
Steve pulled him closer so he could kiss him properly, chaste but no less insistent. “I love you,” he whispered against his lips.
It was still a thrill to say it.
Eddie smiled, laughed slightly through his nose, feeling exactly the same way. “I love you, too. Now go sit, let me get this movie on.”
Steve let him go and settled on the couch while Eddie poked around at the old DVD player that lived under the TV.
Despite streaming services now having almost every movie known to man available to them, Eddie and Chrissy (and Gareth, Jeff and Kevin when they lived with them during college) had spent years cultivating a DVD collection that could rival a Blockbuster.
Robin and Chrissy were already curled up together in the armchair with a fluffy pink blanket thrown over them.
Eddie got the movie on then grabbed the remote from where it had been stored next to the TV then flung himself down onto the couch next to Steve. He kicked his feet back and opened his arms, beckoning Steve to come closer to cuddle.
Steve went willingly and once they were both comfortable, he pulled the black blanket off the back of the couch to put over them.
Eddie clicked through the DVD menu and started the movie. He practically vibrated under Steve as he tapped his toe in time to the music.
Steve almost jumped out of his skin when he and Chrissy started sing.
He wasn’t warned about the singing.
But he liked to hear Eddie sing. He was good at it, and it was especially nice to hear him something that wasn’t metal music that comprised mostly of screaming, even if he didn’t know the song.
It seemed that this tradition dating back years and years, as long as Eddie and Chrissy had lived together and maybe even before then, was a well oiled machine. They fell into their roles perfectly, chattering away at each other during Gonzo and Rizzo the Rat’s opening gambit.
“The Marleys were dead, to begin with,” Eddie said gravely in an exact impression of Gonzo.  
Chrissy, in great shock returned it with a less good impression of Rizzo the Rat, “The.. Pardon me?” 
And so it continued for the rest of the movie. 
Eddie sang along quietly under his breath, but close enough to Steve’s ear that he could hear him, and quoted what Steve assumed were the iconic lines.
“It is the American way,” Eddie said, pitching his voice low but somehow nasally. “It is the British way.”
“Is that your voice for Bolgar?” Steve asked quietly.
Eddie groaned. He tucked his nose into Steve’s neck, its tip cold despite the relative heat of the apartment.
“You can’t talk like that while we’re watching the Muppets, Sweetheart,” he whispered. “You know how hot it makes me.”
Steve snorted. “Yeah yeah,” he whispered back. “Now I know your Dungeon Master voice time is just you practicing being the Muppets.”
Eddie pressed a kiss into the shell of Steve’s ear, holding him tight so he couldn’t recoil away.
“We’ve all got to start somewhere.”
Steve managed to free one of his hands so he could rub the wetness away from his ear then snuggled back down into Eddie’s hold so they could watch the rest of the movie.
By the time Scrooge had realised he needed to change his ways, Steve had to admit that he had been missing out by not watching the movie before. He had fun.
Eddie hopped up from the couch, dislodging Steve where he was still cuddled up again him, and stepped in front of the chair Robin and Chrissy shared as Scrooge started singing about having a thankful heart.
He bowed low and offered his hand out. “Christine.” 
Another part of the tradition Steve guessed.
Chrissy giggled behind her hand and scrabbled up out of the chair. She pulled at the sides of her baby pink sweatpants like they were a skirt and curtsied. “Theodore.” 
They laughed and began to dance, still singing along with Michael Caine.
Steve smiled as he watched them, sharing a look with Robin and knowing that the utterly lovestruck stare on her face was mirrored on his own. 
Eddie clocked it quickly. He let go of Chrissy, gently pushing her towards Robin, and offered both hands out to Steve. “Come on, sweetheart. Dance with me.” 
He grabbed at Steve’s hands before he could even respond, hauling him up with a strength that he didn’t look as if he possessed.
Steve rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be spun in a circle, half jumping, half two stepping. It was completely out of time and didn’t really suit the song as it was, but Steve couldn’t stop laughing.
Eddie continued to sing along and say all the lines with the characters, doing the voice for each one.
“The downstairs neighbours are going to hate you,” he laughed. 
Chrissy snorted, pressing her face into Robin’s shoulder where they had shifted to swaying in time with the credits music. She peeked out one eye at them. “Too late for that,” she giggled. 
Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, causing Steve and his momentum to slam into his chest. “What do you mean?” 
Chrissy bit her bottom lip. “Mrs Lopez came by last week while you were at Steve’s. It seems like she heard when you and Steve were here last week.” 
Steve groaned and buried his face in Eddie’s shoulder. He always said hello to Mrs Lopez whenever they passed on the stairwell. He’d never be able to look at her again. 
Eddie cackled next to his ear, not embarrassed in the slightest. “I told you you needed to be quiet, sweetheart.” 
Steve groaned again. 
“Don’t worry, dear. She’s definitely heard me and Robin before as well.” 
“Okay!” Robin near yelled. “That’s enough eggnog for you and we are not talking about this.” 
She coaxed Chrissy back to the chair, sitting down first then pulling Chrissy onto her lap. 
“Agreed,” Steve muttered. He pushed at Eddie until he let him go so he could sit back on the couch, not cuddling back into Eddie’s side and crossing his arms in a huff. 
Eddie pouted as he cuddled next to him. He pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, then shifted to his knees so he could lean around him to press another to Steve’s other cheek. Then another on his forehead, this nose, then anywhere he could reach until Steve was laughing and not really trying to push him away. 
“Can we watch Home Alone next?” Steve asked to the room at large once Eddie had left him alone long enough to settle back on the couch and pull the blanket across both of them. 
"Isn’t that a little on the nose for you, Steveo?” Robin asked, shooting a smirk his way as Chrissy and Eddie gasped, appropriately aghast. 
Steve snorted. “Fuck you.” 
But he didn’t mean it, in fact, he’d never felt so fond of a group of people before.
It may have been their first Christmas together, but Steve was certain this was a tradition he wanted to be a part of for the rest of his life.
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