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PART ONE: SOMETHIN' UNHOLY Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson[6.4k] Steve and Eddie shared a lot of things, you’d noticed. Just smut. More smut.

You nodded, mumbled some nonsense and buried your face into Steve’s chest, let Eddie pet at you. This? That? That was normal, not the first time Steve had pulled you onto his lap to get a little love, Eddie’s hand soothing over whatever part of he could reach, joining in on the touching.

It was the first time you’d done it naked though, bar the rumpled dress that was nothing more than a strip of fabric around your waist. And when you eventually caught your breath, you shuffled back, kneeling between the two boys, gaze flickering between both of them.

Steve was smiling, almost shy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from the way he’d loved on you, licked you clean until you cried. One hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb soothing down the pretty line of your throat and you wondered if he could feel the way your pulse was thrumming.

He could.

“Do you trust us?” He asked you, bringing you back into him, being awfully greedy with you but he really couldn’t help it. Not when he could still taste you on his tongue. And beside, Eddie didn’t seem to mind, patient, lazy, knowing he was always included.

You nodded, breathed out a “yes,” and let yourself fall back into Eddie’s touch when his palms smoothed over your bare shoulders, playing with the ends of your hair.

“You’ll tell us if you wanna stop?” Eddie whispered, nudging at your cheek with the line of his nose, encouraging you to tilt your head for him so he could push kisses to your jaw.

Your lashes fluttered, you blinked, everything a little sparkly, the world soft like cotton as your two boys touched you all sweet and lovely.

“Mhmm,” you agreed.

“Even if you wanna just slow down,” Steve added, “you’ll keep talkin’ to us, yeah baby? We don’t have to-”

You almost whined, a soft sound of protest leaving your lips as you wrapped your hand around his wrist, held his palm to your neck and shook your head.

“I want to,” you told him, ‘cause Eddie has whispered how Steve was gonna be first to slide himself inside of you and you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It had been a long time coming, hadn’t it?

And there was something about the way Eddie watched the two of you, eyes hooded and hazy, tracking the way you both touched each other like he was learning how to play a new instrument, fingers twitching when Steve’s curled into you, thumb tapping out the same beat on your hipbone when Steve licked and licked and licked and-

“That’s my girl,” Steve murmured, a kiss pressed to your lips with the praise and your cheeks burned.

You thought about the boy behind you, wondered if Eddie had anything to say about Steve’s words but he was smiling, knowing, all too aware of how this dynamic worked.

Eddie could touch and tease and kiss and slide himself snug inside you, he could talk all pretty, whisper all filthy and tell Steve how you liked the way he put his hands on you.

It could happen this once, it could happen two, three times more. It could go on for weeks, maybe months, god maybe more. But Eddie knew and you knew, that you were Steve’s girl first.

Shit, even Steve knew.

It was something cosmic, something a little magic, inevitable like the way June turned to July and the sun came up in the morning. It was some soulmate kind of shit, a slow dance across kitchen tiles and basement party carpets, sidewalks at two in the morning, neither of you knowing when it would end.

Just that it would. And Eddie wondered if maybe, just maybe, he’d fit in somewhere along the way. That maybe tonight wouldn’t be all he got, like this could just be the beginning.

But no one was ready to talk about that. Not yet, not now, not like this.

Not when your two boys were crowding either side of you, still far too dressed with their cocks pressed hard against the confines of their denim jeans, eyes glazed over as they looked at you.

So you licked your lips and tried not to sound too shy when you said:

“Clothes off.”

Neither argued. In fact, both were silent as they pulled off their shirts, giving your greedy eyes the lovely view of their bare chests, Eddie pale and inked where Steve was suntanned and freckled. Eddie only managed to get his jeans and his boxers down past his hips before you were on him.

You coaxed the boy back onto the sofa, Eddie huffing out a laugh, one hand flying to tug at his curls as you took his cock out of his underwear, the elastic snapping back against his skin. Eddie swore, sighed, tried his best to keep his lashes from fluttering closed because fucking hell, he really wanted to watch what was about to happen.

“Christ, princess,” Eddie huffed, “that’s it.”

You made a noise of agreement, palm curling around the hard length of him, ducking down to lick a stripe over his tip. His hips shot off of the couch, a strangled sound falling from his lips and Steve smirked, big hand covering your own on Eddie’s thigh, both of you pushing him back down.

“Easy, Eds,” Steve chided, “you gonna let our girl make you come?”

Eddie nodded, eyes hooded as he watched you through his lashes, whining until you took pity on him and took as much of him as you could in his mouth.

“Ah, shit, shit,” he groaned, one hand falling into your hair, careful to be gentle with you so that Steve didn’t get too riled up and scold him. “Fuckin’ hell, you look so pretty.”

You whined around his cock, flushing at the praise all whilst Steve dragged your rumpled dress down your hips and legs, throwing it into the corner of his living room.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, kissing his way down your spine, following the arch of your back as he got you naked. He was still kneeling behind you, admiring all your bare skin, the freckle on your hip, the way Eddie had his head thrown back and was panting. “Does she look good with her mouth full?”

He was popping the button to his own jeans, tugging at himself, trying to relieve some of the pressure that he’d felt since the party, since he first kissed you. Steve’s hips stuttered against his own, a groan caught in his throat because he was staring down at the curve of your ass pressed against him, popped out as you balanced your hands on Eddie’s thighs, your mouth making filthy, pretty noises as you sucked at him.

“Jesus, yeah, yeah, she does,” Eddie breathed out, his hand moving to cup at your face so he could feel the way your cheek bulged with him. He ran a soft thumb over your bottom lip, almost too tender for the dirty things you were doing to him. “Can feel her throat, s’fuckin good, ohmygod-”

You whined as you took him deeper, thrusting your hips back into Steve, desperate for him to touch you, to do something, to do anything. Both boys watched you, grinned at your impatience and Eddie hissed through his teeth as the head of his cock nudged at your throat, your tongue laving the underside of it as you bobbed over him.

“You want Steve, sweetheart?” He cooed, watching his friend pet at your hips, tapping at your thighs until you spread your legs for him. You were held up by your forearms on Eddie’s knees, hands wrapped around his cock, Steve’s palms curled around your hips. “Gettin’ antsy, huh? Don’t think you’re ready for him yet, Harrington’s fucking packin’, did you know that?”

He watched your lashes flutter, felt you suck at him a little harder and Eddie gasped out a laugh, gathered your hair from your face in his fist so he could watch your eyes turn glassy.

“Oh, she’s excited, Stevie,” Eddie smiled and the other boy twitched in his own hand, cock throbbing, cheeks flushed.

“Shut up, Munson,” Steve mumbled and you couldn’t help it, the contrast of his shy voice and the way he had a tight grip on your hip made you look back.

You let out a huff of breath, an almost gasp that sounded a little strangled because Steve was fucking slowly into his own fist, hips twitching every time he stroked his palm over the head of his cock.

It was big. Thick too, and you were already struggling to take all of Eddie but the sight of Steve made you rub your thighs together.

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” you tried to laugh but god, it still sounded like a whine. “You’re gonna break me.”

Eddie snickered, wrapped his own hand around yours and stroked over his cock, both of you watching the way Steve’s cheeks went pink at your attention, your words. His eyes were hooded, darker than normal and his lips were parted, still glossy with you.

“Told you,” Eddie grinned. “S’gonna feel so good though, isn’t it princess?”

You stroked over him a little faster, wrist twisting as Eddie’s own hand fell away to let you take control again. You nodded, pushing your face to his thigh so you could close your eyes for a second and just breathe. You were overwhelmed in the best way, four hands petting at you, naked body fizzing with attention and heat, the slick between your thighs only getting worse.

Eddie’s hand soothed over your hair, coaxing you to look up at him, your cheek to the denim that still covered the top of his leg as you kept up your movements on his cock. His thumb pulled gently at your bottom lip, letting it fall back into place with a soft ‘pop’ and he groaned, breath ragged.

“You can’t wait, can you?” He murmured, looking from you to Steve, “can’t wait to feel Stevie stretch you out, huh? S’that what you want? How long have you wanted it, princess, tell us.”

You clenched under his attention, at his soft cooing, his fingers tracing the lines of your face and instead of answering, you took his cock back in your mouth, just enough so you could suck at the tip and let your tongue play slide over him.

And while Eddie gasped and moaned out obscenities at the feel of your mouth again, Steve pulled at your hips with both hands, tugged you back against him so the length of his hard cock slid along your ass, tucking himself neatly against you, holding you there and waiting.

You could feel him throb, already wet with you and his palm smoothed along the arch of your back, swept back your hair so he could see your mouth around Eddie.

He tutted, tsked, “c’mon, babe, you gotta answer him, I wanna hear.”

He crowded over you, placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder, another under your jaw. Steve nosed at your cheek and it still made your heart stutter to have him so close. His lips found your ear and you could feel his smile, the curl of his lips.

“I wanna know,” he whispered, eyes on Eddie as he hooked his chin over your shoulder. The boys exchange a smile you didn’t see, Steve’s hands sliding over your sides, Eddie’s in your hair. “Hmm? Tell me how long you’ve wanted me for, baby, m’goddamn desperate to know.”

You moaned around Eddie’s cock, a soft gurgle coming from your throat that made Eddie’s hips jump. You pulled back, placed a sweet kiss on his tip that made the boy whine, and turned your head so you were cheek to cheek with Steve.

His cock was nudging at you, slick against your folds, hot and heavy as you both slowly rocked together, trying to ease the desperation between you both.

“A while,” you whispered before correcting yourself, “a long time, too long, fuck- Steve, please.”

You pushed back, harder than before, overcome with need and the tip of Steve’s cocked slipped inside of you, making you both cry out. The boy’s hands flew to your hips, grabbed you and kept you still, his chest heaving at the way your cunt fluttered around his head.

“Fucking hell,” Steve groaned, head thrown back, eyes closed, jaw clenched. He whispered your name, over and over and over like a prayer, kept you from moving back any further as he twitched inside of you. “You gotta stop baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself like this.”

His instructions made you whine and you tested him, wriggled against his hold on you and managed another half an inch of him. You were gasping, barely taking half of Steve and already so full.

Eddie’s hand found your chin, tugged at your gently to make you look at him whilst Steve reared back, some of his cock still snug inside you. Eddie smiled at you, pouting at your glassy eyes and turned up brows.

“Oh princess,” he cooed, taking his own cock from your hand, stroking himself over with the wet you’d left their front your mouth. “You gotta calm down, you’re getting yourself too worked up.”

He kissed your mouth, a soft, sweet peck as his thumb pushed at your cheek, making your lips push out into a squished pout.

“Poor Steve’s about to blow a fucking gasket, huh?” Eddie grinned wickedly, ignoring the way the other boy cursed him out. “You clenching down on him, yeah? That pretty little cunt getting tighter and tighter around Stevie’s dick?”

Steve let out a low moan when you did exactly what Eddie had described, your body seizing up on him like you couldn’t help it, like you were desperate to pull more of him in.

Another kiss from Eddie, on your cheek, your forehead, still grinning as Steve panted and tried to cool down behind you, hands grazing over your ass.

“He’s right though,” he mused, working his fist over his cock, stroking slowly, lazily, enjoying watching the way you squirmed around his best friend's dick. “We don’t want you to hurt yourself, sweetheart, you gotta take Steve nice and slow, huh? Let him help you.”

And with that, Eddie winked at Steve and coaxed you forward, helping you slide off of the other boy and the motion made you both whine at the loss. You suddenly felt awfully empty and you were about to complain but Eddie manhandled you back onto the sofa next to him, lifting you like it was nothing.

“Lie down, pretty girl,” he ordered softly, patting his lap, “c’mere for me.”

You did as you were told, eager to rest your head on Eddie’s thighs, watching the way he kept palming his cock, wondering if he’d feed it back into your mouth to let you suck on.

But then Steve shucking off his jeans and moving between your legs, kneeling on the couch cushions in front of you and nothing else fucking mattered. His hands were warm on your thighs and you felt him tremble, once, twice, grab onto you a little tighter and you wondered if you’d wake up the next morning with Steve shaped bruises on your skin.

He ducked down into you, one of his hands curling around Eddie’s thigh as he nudged your nose with his, brown eyes burning into your own. His pupils were blown wide, lips cheeks still flushed and and for just a second, selfishly, it was just the two of you.

“You still okay?” He whispered, watching you for any signs of hesitation and when you nodded eagerly, eyes unblinking and needy, he smiled, kissed you soft, licked into you filthy and said, “atta’ girl, baby.”

Steve pulled back, nodded at Eddie in a way that seemed like a thank you for allowing Steve to have these small moments with you. But Eddie understood. Steve needed them and so did you, he saw it in the way you looked at each other, the way you gazed at the other before things moved forward.

“Ready, pretty girl?” Steve murmured, giving his heavy cock another pump or two, lining himself up with your cunt and teasing at your folds.

You gasped, tried to arch up to him but Eddie was quick to soothe you, carding a hand through your hair and running a finger over your mouth. Your tongue caught him, hummed around his digit as he slid it into your mouth and both boys groaned at the sight.

Steve slid forward, inch by inch, stopping to pant and squeeze at your hips when he was half way inside you. You were glassy eyed, breathless, the stretch of him a pretty burn and you were already full, so full.

“Oh good girl,” Steve moaned, “that’s it baby, you’ve got it, you okay, huh?”

You made some sort of noise, a high keen and Steve swore as you tightened around him, trying his damn best to not let his hips jerk forward. It took another second or two, a slow slide of his cock that made you gasp and when he was finally seated inside of you, Steve dropped his chin to his chest and tried to control his breathing.

“Jesus fuck,” he gasped out, like he was fighting for control. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart, so good, so good for me, huh? So goddamn good.”

Eddie laughed lowly, making a sweet noise of excitement as he leaned over your body and sighed at the sight of you both. “Oh, look at that.”

He spread your folds with a finger and thumb, groaned filthy at the view he got of Steve’s thick cock snug inside of you and he gave your clit a little tap. Your response was borderline ridiculous, hips snapping up off of the sofa, taking Steve deeper still and both you and the boys moaned at it all.

“Fuckin’ prettiest thing ever, huh?” Eddie choked out, smoothing a calloused hand over the soft of your tummy, holding you down as Steve lifted your thighs, hitched them to his hips and gazed down at you. “Look at you two, just goddamn perfect, am I right?”

You nodded, blissed out, already drunk on the way your boys had made you feel.

“C’mon, big boy, I wanna hear all her pretty noises.”

Steve tapped your hip to gain your attention, your gaze snapping to him and he lifted his chin, eyes glazed over as he asked a silent question.

‘Can I move?’

You lifted your hips in response, watched his eyes roll back and then he was rocking into you. A slow, maddening in and out of his cock, your cunt making filthy noises, loud enough for Eddie to swear and groan out like a man possessed.

You watched him fist his cock, hand moving quicker than before as he trained his eyes on where you and Steve were joined, his jaw slack, lips parted as he let his free hand cup your tits, fingers pinching your nipples a little mean.

Then Steve was panting, skin slick, boxers shoved down his hips just enough to let his cock move in and out of you. He made the prettiest sounds, eyes flicking from where your cunt was wrapped around him to the hand that Eddie used to stoke himself. His hair was a mess, eyes drooping with pleasure that made him feel boneless and when you whined at Eddie in order for the boy to give you his cock to suck on, Steve almost fell apart.

He hitched your legs higher, claves against his chest and ankles at his shoulders as he pressed kisses to the inside of your knee, pressed up against you in every sense of the word. It felt like he was turning you inside out and you could help but take Eddie a little deeper too, gagging a little as you let him slip down your throat.

Both boys were messy about it, gasping and swearing, calling you the sweetest names, moaning out something dirty and every touch of them had you warm, begging for more. Your cheek was pressed to Eddie’s thigh as you sucked on his tip, panting hard about him as Steve picked up the pace and made your toes curl.

It was all consuming, having both of your boys like this. Steve alone would’ve been enough to make you cry, a white hot crackle of emotion mixed in with the best kind of pleasure; rough hands, sweet lips, soft words, but Eddie’s fingers around your throat made everything worse, made everything better and when he looked down at you, he stuttered, lifted his hips almost too much and sighed.

“Oh sweetheart,” he whispered, wiping away a tear that rolled down your cheek, catching it before it disappeared into your hair. “You good, yeah? Doin’ so well for us, that pretty mouth feels so good.”

And as if he wasn’t happy with all of your attention on Eddie, Steve dropped a hand to your clit, thumb brushing over it lazily as he slowed down, made you cry for him instead and Eddie’s dick slipped messily from your mouth as you chanted Steve’s name.

He set a punishing pace, slow and hot, a steady rhythm that had you seeing the entire solar system, his thumb barely pressing down on you in sloppy circles, dangling what you wanted just out of reach.

You whimpered, legs flexing against Steve’s chest and he grinned, sucked a kiss to your calf and let your legs fall back to his hips. He leaned over you, lifted his chin at Eddie so the other boy could cross the rest of the distance over your naked frame and give his friend some love too.

You watched them kiss above you, an awfully sweet exchange considering where their dicks were but it made you clench around Steve and it was sinful the way you saw him smile against Eddie’s mouth at the feel of you.

Unholy, you thought again, the two of them, the way they made you feel.

Unholy.

It was downright filthy, watching their tongues slip in and out of each other’s mouths, your head pressed back into Eddie’s thigh and he petted at your hair, as if to tell you they hadn't forgotten about you. Steve’s fingers on your cunt was nothing more than a tease now, a soft touch that kept you on edge.

You whined, made soft noises of protest as your hand tried to bat Steve’s out of the way, tried to rub hard and fast circles over yourself the way you liked it but your impatience was enough to garner the attention back to you.

Both boys were back on you, a little meaner than before, hands rougher as Eddie caught both of yours in one of his, pinning them over his lap and laughing at your pout.

Steve leaned down to you instead, grinning at Eddie before he kissed you sweet too, nipped at your bottom lip and nosed at your cheek.

“S’wrong?” He asked, voice impossibly soft. He was honey and caramel, sticky sweet, a hint of something dangerous and all flirt. “Huh, baby? Feeling left out?”

You nodded and whined, tried to arch your back and lift your hips, pulled at your wrists but Eddie had you captured. He tutted, grinned dirty at you and wanted to burst.

“Yes, yeah, shit, please,” you cried, pouting at both your boys. “Steve, Eddie, I-”

“What?” Steve interrupted, “what d’you want?”

“A kiss,” you whispered, “another kiss.”

Eddie made a little sound of amusement from above you both, stroked a thumb softly over the inside of your wrist. “Ain’t she sweet?” He cooed, and if it had been in any other situation, you would’ve rolled your eyes and slapped at his arm for his cheek but you could only moan at him.

“Yeah?” Steve pouted, trying hard not to smile, “Is that all? Pretty baby, d’you want a kiss from Eds?”

You were frantic in agreeing, sighing sweet, straining against the hold both boys had on you and Steve was fucking throbbing inside of you, moving minutely, a slow, soft rock of his hips every now and then.

Eddie let you go only to slide out from underneath you, your head falling softly to the couch cushions as Steve settled back onto his heels and spread your legs wider, pushing himself into the cradle of your thighs.

“Go on, give our girl a kiss.”

It’s like they planned it, like they knew you inside out.

Eddie grinned, smiled a little wild and roguish and it was so pretty, the way he looked at you. He settled onto his knees like Steve, bent by your head as he crowded over you and slanted his mouth to yours.

The second your lips parted under his, Steve squeezed at your thighs and started fucking his hips into you, groaning at the way you keened prettily into Eddie’s kiss. The boy swallowed your sounds, licked into you dirty, his tongue a hot, soft slide over your own and the feeling of his top lip pressed to your bottom was maddening.

It made you dizzy, the way both boys filled you up, the way they both seemed to know what you wanted, what you needed, how you liked it. Eddie’s hands came to cradle your face, tilted your jaw so he could kiss you deeper and eventually, it was nothing more than your open mouths pressed together as you cried out both their names.

Steve was making sounds that you’d think about for a while to come, soft grunts and dirty whispers under his breath as he pushed you and himself closer to the edge. And Eddie was cooing, pressing the smallest of kisses to your lips in between filthy words.

“You gonna come, princess? Gonna come around Steve’s big cock? You are, aren’t you? I bet he can feel it, huh, Harrington? Is her pretty little cunt gettin’ tight for you?”

Steve let out a strangled gasp, a hand falling to hold at your side, fingers splayed across your ribs, thumb pushed to the soft of your stomach and his hips pistoned in and out of you. You felt yourself get impossibly wetter, a warm and then cold touch against your clit and despite Eddie’s curls blocking your view, you knew Steve had let a line of spit drip from his tongue onto your cunt, used his fingers to rub it into you.

“M’gonna come, m’comingcomingcoming-” you were surprised the boys knew what you were saying, your words a sticky babble that got caught in your throat as you sucked in air and squeezed around Steve, hands flying to Eddie’s hair to tug at it.

“Oh fucking hell, there you go, there you go,” Eddie was groaning, kissing every part of you he could reach while you pulled at his curls, tried to keep him close.

“Christ, shit, good girl, baby, good fuckin’ girl,” Steve panted, fucking you through the way your back arched and your ass lifted off the couch. He grabbed your hips, pulled you into him until your were splayed across his thighs and fuck, shit, he lost all semblance of control.

“Takin’ me so good, baby, so good, so good, shit,” he gasped out, hair falling into his face, nails leaving half moons on your skin and you cried out for him the whole time, his name leaving your lips in a messy whisper. “M’close, gonna come, let me come inside you, huh? Can I? Please baby, pleasepleaseplease-”

You nodded and thanked god for birth control, unable to say no to the way your best friend was begging to fill you up. You felt his hips stutter and still, the thick weight of his cock twitching inside of you as he let go and you knew then that this wasn’t the last time you let this happen.

It was like you weighed nothing, the way Steve scooped you up. Your skin was as slick as his and felt boneless, messy and fizzing with aftershocks as Steve gathered you back into his arms and fell back into the couch with you.

Your legs were spread over the outside of his, straddling him as the messy slick of you and him slid against his thigh and you whined at the sensation. Your arms were around his neck, forehead pressed to his mouth as he panted against you, lay kisses along your hairline and whispered to you how good you were. His cock softened against you and you tried to catch your breath, heartbeat quickening once more as you saw Eddie move to stand between Steve’s spread legs.

Steve kissed you soft and sweet, caught your face between both hands and smiled at you until your blurry gaze focused on him. Warm, brown eyes, freckles over his nose, a mess of hair and a pretty blush coloured bruise on his neck that you barely remembered giving him.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he murmured, “you with us?”

You were sluggish in the way you nodded, pushing your lips to Steve’s an unbelievably greedy need for him still and your voice was hoarse when you answered.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you whispered, “so good, Stevie.”

Steve knew what you meant, what you were saying, how you were talking about him. ‘Cause he felt the same, had the same rapid heartbeat that fluttered under your own but he could only nod and smooth his hands down your sides, pulling you into him so your back arched real pretty.

“Gonna let Eddie feel you too, hmm?” Another kiss, four hands on you, squeezing at your ass, pressing nicely at the small of your back. “He’s been so patient, hasn’t he?”

You squirmed, let Steve help you onto your knees as he held you over him, your hands curling around his shoulders for support. Eddie gripped your waist, swiped his fingers through your folds and hissed, pumping his cock in his fist a few times, painfully hard from the time you’d spent taking it down your throat.

“You ready, princess?”

Eddie looked at Steve when you made a whine, a whimper, watching as the other boy’s gaze took in your hooded eyes and slack jaw. Steve grinned, looked back at Eddie over your shoulder and nodded.

“Yeah, she’s ready, Eds.”

The boy gasped out as he sunk himself into you, cock already throbbing at how you gripped him, hot and wet and tight from how hard Steve had made you come. He was intent on doing the same, hands bracketing your hips, one clasped over Steve’s as both your boys held you.

Eddie set a fast pace, hips rutting into you as you pushed back, bouncing on his cock as Steve murmured dirty words of praise from underneath you. His head was thrown back onto the sofa, eyes hooded as he watched you and Eddie through his lashes, feeling greedy as he brought you down to him with one hand on your jaw, kissing the moans from your mouth as Eddie sped up.

“So good for us,” Steve murmured, kissing a line across your jaw. He cooed at your whine, hooked your hair behind your ear and grinned something filthy when Eddie landed a sharp smack against your ass. “Like that? Yeah? Fuck, she liked that Eddie.”

The other boy swore, hips stuttering as he tried to control the urge to come already, gasping at the way your cunt fluttered around him with every thrust, every tap at your ass. He wanted it pink, rosy, matching the way Steve had marked up your neck, evidence of them on you everywhere.

“You feel fuckin’ amazing,” Eddie groaned and Steve watched the way his brow crumpled, a lovely, pretty glow to his cheeks as his mouth fell open in a silent grunt. It was all too familiar. “Christ, m’already so close, fuckfuckfuck-”

Steve laughed a little mean, eyes glittering at the other boy as you keened, pushed your face into Steve’s neck to bite down and suck at the skin there. He petted at you, fingertips creating trails of goosebumps across your spine and he squeezed encouragingly at your thighs, helping Eddie keep you up, ass popped out real pretty for them.

“You hear that, sweetheart?” Steve said hotly against your ear, eyes still trained on his friend. “You’re makin’ poor Eddie lose it, he was talkin’ such a big game before, wasn’t he?”

Eddie swore, kept fucking you, glaring at Steve with as much heat as he could despite the way his cock twitched and jumped inside of you at the other boys taunting words.

“Pussy’s too good, huh, hot shot?” Steve raised his brows, smirked at Eddie and wasn’t all surprised when he bent over you, made you groan into Steve as he sandwiched you between them.

Steve was ready, hooked his fingers into the chain that was glinting prettily around Eddie’s neck and he gave it a little tug. “You wanna come again for us, gorgeous?”

You lifted your head, eyes glazed over, lips swollen from all the attention and Steve swore up and down he’d never seen a prettier sight. You let your forehead fall against his, brought a hand back to your shoulder to tangle your fingers in Eddie’s curls and hold him there.

“Fuck, yeah,” you gasped, “already close, Eds, can feel you everywhere, shit, keep going.”

It was enough to send him over the edge, a sinful groan coming from deep in his chest as Eddie let you and Steve hold him to you both, chest to your back as Steve’s handsome features went slack with awe as he watched you both.

He let go of your hip to reach under you, hand blindly brushing over Eddie’s wet cock as it slid in and out of you, making the other boy hiss. He hummed an apology, found your clit, sticky and swollen between your folds and made you jolt as he pressed down on it.

“Steve, fuck, sensitive,” you cried out, eyes fluttering as Eddie heaved out another wrecked gasp. You were close, he could feel it, your cunt squeezing at him and he fell forward, head to your shoulder as Steve fed him his fingers, silver chain still tangled between.

“That’s it,” Steve praised, eyes on both of you, “look at you, so pretty together, look so fuckin’ good, Jesus. Want you both to come, yeah? Gonna let Eddie come in you, baby? Let him fill you up too?”

That was it. The rubber band snapped, a hot, sharp rip as pleasure seared through you, Eddie chanting your name as he rutted into you, hips slamming into your ass as he came. Your release came in a soft cry, lashes wet with tears that Steve kissed away and his voice was a lifeline in your ear as you clung to him, falling forward to crush you face to his neck.

You came down with hands stroking at your hair, your back, Eddie hissing as he slipped out of you. It was dizzying, the silence that followed. Not awkward, not uncomfortable, just a static buzz in your head that felt like an electrical current.

Both of your boys were livewires, kissing down any piece of bare skin they could reach, neck, shoulders, arms, back, hips, calves, ankles. You hardly heard Eeddie leave, content to stay on top of Steve, legs aching as you breathed him in, a mix of mint and cologne, smoke from the party, sex and summer and fucking Eddie.

“You okay?” he whispered, hands cupping your jaw to lift your tired head. Your eyes were closed but you nodded, smiled when his nose nudged yours. “Lemme see your eyes, baby, huh?”

Baby. Even after sex. It made you warm. Made you hope that this - whatever it all was - wasn’t over.

You did as Steve asked, opened your eyes, lashes fanning over your cheeks as you blinked. He was close, tip of his nose rubbing sweetly over your own, back and forth, back and forth until you couldn’t take it anymore and pushed into his hands until you caught his mouth with yours. A soft kiss, short and lovely, just because after all those years, you felt like you could.

Eddie returned with a warm washcloth and a pint glass of water, not breaking the bubble you had both created, but slipping back inside it, slumped into Steve’s side as you leaned over to give him a kiss too, just as good as Steve’s. Both boy’s tsked and cooed as Eddie cleaned you up, hand gentle between your legs and between the three of you, you downed the cold water, throats burning from all your noises, lips rosy from kissing.

The heavy silence returned, thick and warm and comforting like a blanket, a lovely soft hold around all three of you as Steve eventually led the way up to his bedroom, all of you holding various discarded clothing in your arms. You let Steve wrestle you into one of his shirts, old and stretched out, the collar hanging loose around one shoulder but Eddie just kissed the bare skin on show as you fell into bed beside him.

Steve slid in on the other side, bare chested and still unbelievably warm, like the sun lived in the spaces between his ribs, a pretty, pretty contrast to Eddie’s smoke and bourbon scent, hands decorated with cold, silver rings as they traversed your sides.

No one said anything when you pulled both boys into you, Eddie curled around your frame like a backpack, his chest pressed to your spine, curls spilling wild and messy across the pillow you shared, just like him. It let you lay yourself across Steve, cheek pressed to his heart, a grounding thudthudthud under your ear, his hand in your hair and his eyes fluttering closed when you pressed one more kiss to the hill of his collar bone.

“We’ll talk in the morning?” you dared to whisper into the dark, “about this?”

You didn’t sound scared, or regretful, both boys noticed, just unsure, hesitant, like you were expecting rejection, even with the way they were still glued to your sides. They were all encompassing, their bodies following the lines of your own as they settled into sleep and you.

You felt Eddie nod, the line of his nose brushing up and down the back of your neck and he squeezed the arm he had around your waist a little tighter. Reassuring.

“Yeah, princess,” he whispered, voice scratchy, full of sleep and smoke and sex, “we can talk in the mornin’.”

Steve backed up his sentiment with a thumb pressed to your cheek, a soft tap that made you look up at him, neck craned to see the way his eyes shone down at you in the low light.

“We’re ready to talk whenever you are.”

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haveyouseenherlately · 1 month

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nsfw alphabet: cute & soft matty healy x fem reader

so, i'm not a writer whatsoever, but i have thoughts (a lot of them smutty tbh) about a certain matty healy and wanted to jot them down as i need to try and get them off this brain of mine.

i have a type and it's middle part sometimes straight hair sometimes curly silver chain baggy clothes wearing matty, who in my head appears shy and innocent at first due to his fidgety demeanour (eg. running hands thru his hair constantly, mindlessly biting his bottom lip, repeatedly tapping his foot, etc.) but is actually very opinionated and witty with the people he’s close to, including you. he’s been your bff for years but is afraid of taking it further because he adores you and doesn't want your friendship to be ruined due to his big feelings towards you. he loves to hug you to feel you close and breathe in your scent, but honestly, he doesn't (or tries to not) have much physical contact with you otherwise because his mind, heart, and body cannot take it. he's enamoured by you and has been for years now to the point where he is 96.7% sure he's really, really in love. that's how it all starts and you do eventually end up together, but it takes some time... oh, and he has a crazy sex drive and lots of dirty thoughts about you. a shy romantic horny opinionated man who is mostly a sub.

nothing super unique, just mostly here for the soft bf matty vibes because we all deserve one of those.

(sorry in advance for all the grammatical errors, typos, and run on sentences. i'm not a proofreader.)

warnings: 18+, lots of smut with some fluff. this is too fucking long lol

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

this boy lives and breathes to take care of you, before, after, and during sex. anything he can do to make you feel safe, loved, satisfied. but his favourite form of aftercare is, hands down, using his mouth and tongue to make sure you're all clean. after he does so, the little ritual continues by spending time just softly kissing each other's lips. you both indulge in the lingering taste of each other's cum, but there's nothing dirty or aggressive about it. it's all gentle, a sweet reminder that you belong to each other.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if matty were to choose his favourite part of his body, it would be his arms. after all, there's a reason why he keeps decorating them with tattoos. makes him feel confident about himself and, honestly, doesn't mind all the compliments either. bless him. but he also has grown to appreciate his unruly curly head of hair, the reason being that he knows how much you like it after all the tantrums you throw whenever he cuts it. before you get together, you only play with it when you're too drunk or high, but when you do so it makes his heart grow.

his favourite part(s) of your body are your hands. so delicate with silver rings adorning almost every finger. it's difficult for him to not watch when you rub them against each other when you're nervous. or how your hand finds itself in front of your mouth whenever you laugh too hard at his nonsense. he knows you prefer dark nail polish vs. lighter coloured ones. he has imagined countless times how your hands would feel on him. sigh. he worships those hands of yours and would kiss then every single second if he could.

after you do get together, he realizes that, as cliché as it sounds, he loves your cunt. for one, when he first saw you completely naked he thought he could just die happy right then and there. but that was until he got to taste you and decided he'd much rather be alive as he could never have enough of your sweetness. and how it perfectly fits around him? he swears he’s the luckiest motherfucker alive.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

oh god. don't let the shy boy act fool you. he is FILTHY. it took a few months for this side of him to show, but you are over the moon when you find out how enthralled he is when he sees his cum dripping out of you. it all started one afternoon when you were riding him (his fav position of course, see letter f below). he finished inside you, his head thrown back over the couch while trying to catch his breath. after a few minutes, you raise your hips to pull away and carefully sit right below his stomach, making sure not too hurt him. once his breathing is back to normal, he looks back at you with those sweet tired eyes, gaze travelling down your body and ending at your spent core, where he notices beads of his white cum running down your cunt. the sight is almost too much for him, poor matty. he bites his bottom lip hard to stifle his whimpers, but somehow gathers enough courage to ask if he can touch you ("sorry sorry sorry i know it's gross. fuuuck. forget i said anythi--" "matty, calm down, baby. my sweet boy, it's okay. you can do it. i want you to.") his mind goes haywire when he brings his thumb to touch you, picking up a bit of his cum which he then rubs on your clit in small, gentle circles. sigh. but yes, cum is involved and you both love it. that's that.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

before you were officially dating, you once left a black shirt at his place, one of your favourites in fact! don't really know the specifics of why or how it happened, but you left it there and he found it. his sensitive soul found it difficult not to immediately grab it and put it against his face to smell your lingering scent. but it didn’t take long for his horny mind to take over and wrap the piece of cloth around his cock and get himself off. before he realized what he was doing, he had already stained your shirt and the shame he felt was unreal to the point where he could not look you in the eye next time you saw each other. “oh, btw, i think i left my top at yours. do you think you can bright it next time?” his face had never been more red in his entire life lol. it wasn’t until you were together that he confessed to it when you were playing an nsfw version of truth n dare in your living room because you were both drunk as fuck.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

okay. so believe or not, this matty doesn't really do hookups. he's in a famous band, yeah, but he's not really looking to get off with people just for one night. he will only do it if he feels a spark with someone on some level other than physical attraction, but he prefers the intimacy and closeness that comes with a relationship. because of this, he hasn't had too many different sexual partners, but during those few relationships he worshipped his other half and did everything he could to learn every single little thing about how to please her in the best way possible. it takes him time to get there with every gf, but once he knows what you like, you will never be dissatisfied. tl:dr not too much experience when it comes to body count, but will excel A++++ all around with the partner he's currently with.

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

without a doubt, you riding him while he’s sitting up. can be on the sofa, your favourite dining chair, the edge of your bed (his preferred place), the back of the tour bus, you name it. this man loves close skin-to-skin sweaty contact. he is eager to keep you near when you grind yourself on him, one arm tight around your mid back, the palm of the other gripping your ass, guiding your hips back n forth. this way he can also keep kissing your face, neck and shoulders whenever he wants to and feel your tits against his chest. it also allows him to look up at you as you bounce up and down his cock, this which might be one of his favourite sights in the entire world, just as if he were worshiping you.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

for the most part the sex is a calm, sensual endeavour, but if something happens like his fingers getting tangled in your hair, him kissing your teeth, you accidentally tickling him, he'll be adorable and smile, letting out a soft laugh. you love that he's vulnerable enough to chuckle at a small mishap rather than him getting frustrated. he's too damn cute. you can barely handle it.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

sweet matty knows you love going down on him (which he thanks his lucky stars is a real thing as he cannot get enough of your lips around him) so he tries to keep himself trimmed down there. you couldn't care less tbh but it's cute and rather hot to see him that invested in thinking of what will be best for you and your pleasure. funny enough, you would've never thought he did so given his current nonchalant way of dressing (baggy clothes, torn band shirts, messy gelled hair). but this boy does like to keep you guessing after all.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he cannot possibly be close enough to you (re. his favourite position being you riding him). you are his world and will hopefully always be, even if he had to wait what felt like a lifetime to finally have you romantically and sexually. both of you prefer slow and sweaty sex whenever possibly, filled with lots of sweet words and love you's and him nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck while you run your fingers through his hair. he's a shy horny romantic at heart.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

our boy here has undoubtedly gotten off at the thought of you many, many times before you get together. whether it is him reminiscing about a certain memory and/or looking at photos of you, he's certainly done it. he's also been caught by adam when he's not-so-silently moaning your name while he's no-so-silently jacking off during tour. but because adam is a sweet soul and understands the hardships of missing the person you love, he doesn't give him too much grief over it (unless matty is getting on his nerves).

now, when you do end up together, there's a time when the two of you are high (you do that a lot), giggly, care-free and the topic of masturbation comes up for some reason. this is when it is confessed that you both had (obviously) gotten off at the thought of each other pre-dating and that ends up turning both of you on to the point where one of you suggests if you can watch each other do it. so that happens and mutual masturbation continues to be thing in your relationship.

and of course, matty still masturbates many times while he's away because you end up sending him short snippets of you pleasuring yourself. so he cannot help himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

it’s all about praising. he loves it. you love it. it's a win win situation for both parties involved and it couldn't be more perfect. because he can sometimes get nervous, your praises make him feel at ease. call him a sweet boy (his fav) and you’ll have him at your mercy. on the other hand, if you refer to him as a good boy, he will almost devour you alive.

one summer you were playing fetch with mayhem in the park “aww! who’s a good, sweet boy!?” and for some reason matty started chocking on the coke he was drinking “are you okay?” “yeah yes. cough. ‘s nothing. wrong pipe” “hm, okay if you say so.” five minutes pass and mayhem is cuddling with you while you scratch his ear “such a sweet, pretty baby boy, aren’t you mayhem? yes, of cour—wtf matthew, are you sure you’re alright?” you look back at him as he’s trying to aggressively clean the coke he spat out and landed on the crotch of his pants. after that you notice that he not-so-subtly tries to readjust his baggy jeans ever so often. you get a sneaky suspicion of what might’ve happened, but it isn’t until you are together for a few months that you test out your theory and praise him and he literally comes undone seconds after the words leave your mouth. he’s almost too much <3

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

vanilla answer, but your bed. the fact that he can have you in the place where you sleep just drives him crazy with lust. it's your space. it smells like you. you spend endless hours there resting, facetiming him, watching tv, (as well as pleasing yourself). so yes, your bed is a sacred temple to matty. amen.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

before sex: wear any of his clothes and that's almost a sure way to get him turned on. especially his jumpers and shirts. once upon a time you two + the rest of the band went swimming. after you got tired of everyone cannonballing into the pool (because they're grown men boys), you stepped out and wanted to get out of your wet swimsuit asap because you hate the feeling of wet clothes on your skin. without really thinking, you just grabbed his jeff buckley shirt (i love jeff buckley btw), put it on, and since it is way larger on you that it is on him, you thought "lalalala i'm just gonna remove my swimsuit here since this shirt is roomy and no one will be able to see anything." as you're doing so, george has matty in some sort of headlock (because, again, boys) but as he's struggling to get out of it, his eyes end up in your direction as you're pulling the suit bottoms down. this makes him tense up and freeze in place, so now george has the upper-hand and submerges him underwater. when matty comes back to the surface, he's outta breath, huffing and puffing, and none made easier because (unbeknownst to you) your wet body and swimsuit have made his white jeff buckley shirt see though. and since then he cannot get enough of you wearing anything of his.

during sex: pull on his hair when you're riding him and it's game over. he'll immediately get a goofy toothy grin on his face while bitting his bottom lip and adoringly look at you thru half lidded eyes as if there is nothing better in this life (because of course, nothing compares 2 u).

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

absolutely nothing that could possibly hurt you too seriously. you two eventually get into some harsher tendencies and kinks, but it's always consensual. he'd never forgive himself if he caused you unwanted pain.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he absolutely loves both. he swears there is no better feeling than having your warm mouth around him but he's never too pushy or needy about it. you of course enjoy it too, but the best part about it is just seeing him come undone as he gets loud, sweaty, and shaky which is a sight you'll never grow tired of. and as mentioned on letter b above, he enjoys your cunt A LOT so he'll never miss an opportunity to go down on you. that tongue of his? unreal. but he's definitely noticed that your favourite is when he sucks on your clit so he spends majority of the time doing that. imagine you sitting on the edge of your bed, him shirtless kneeling down with your legs over his shoulders, and his head between your legs while his lips are wrapped around you, gently sucking and licking while you gently pull on his hair and tell him he's your sweet boy. it's heaven for the both of you.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

more often than not, it’s slow and sensual as that’s something that both of you really enjoy. from one romantic to another, you cannot get enough of the passionate sex.

HOWEVER, fast and rough comes into play whenever he gets jealous as he cannot help himself. but it's not in a hard, mean dom type of way. more in a "i'm all yours. i want to make you feel so damn good and please you so you don't look at anyone else. please do anything you want with me" type of way. the first time he ever wants to have rough sex, he acts all shy and nervous when asking you if it's okay as it's not his norm. but you're there to guide him through and make it easy for him. <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not really your or his thing, tbh. reason being that if you have sex, it never ends up being quick. you'd much rather be late to the event or appointment than to rush it. the amount of times he's been late to soundcheck is alarming, but it's not like they can kick him out of the band, right? one time when he walks into the rehearsal, flustered and with hair all over the place, he sees george about to mock him but matty beats him to the punch. "before you even fucking start, yes, i was having sex before this. yes, it was amazing. yes, i know i'm late again. that's it. i'm sorry. let's carry on." but the thing is that a sexually satisfied matty = amazing gigs, so the others cannot fault him.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to try anything but only if you discuss it first so both of you are comfortable. again, he may look and act shy most of the time (especially with people he doesn't know too well) but he's known you for years so he's super comfy with you, thus he's game to do anything which might bring you pleasure as long as he doesn't seriously hurt you (as mentioned in letter n) because he wouldn't be able to deal with causing you any sort of lasting pain.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

tbh one of the other main reasons he goes to the gym (see letter x) is so he can last longer for you. you both have insatiable sex drives (see letter y) so he wants to keep fit in order to try and fulfill any and all desires you might have. once you get together, it's no secret to any of your friends that you have a VERY active sex life that they can only dream of and matty loves to remind them that they’re just jealous when they do make fun of him for it. he’s cute.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he didn’t think much about them at first UNTIL that one night he was over at your place and opened up your bedside drawer, hehehe. so hear me out... our boy loves getting high (especially with you) so he asked if you had any weed as he very surprisingly (i know, i'm shocked, too) forgot his own. you just looked at him with wide eyes like “whoa, wait. you forgot? are you okay?” while you jokingly felt his forehead to see if he was ill. he gently swatted your hand away and squinted in mock annoyance, “fuck off... but really, do you have any?” :insert big brown caramel puppy eyes: you motioned over to your bedroom and told him that your stash was in the drawer of your bedside table. he struts over, nonchalantly, humming a tune that’s been stuck in his head since that morning because you’d been listening to it nonstop. he gets to your room, stares at your comfy bed wishing he could sleep with you, in both senses of the word, because he's head over heels for you. he'd do anything and everything you'd ask him faster than the words could even leave your mouth. he sighs, knowing that couldn't happen because you weren't his gf :( anyway, he bends over to open the top drawer of your left bedside table and start shuffling around to find nothing but books, notebooks, photos (including one of him napping, awe). he moves on to the second drawer to find a black lidded box which he opens and to his surprise (or dismay) finds your toys which causes him to almost drop the box altogether. his eyes gaze over each of the vibrators and other small devices in there and he cannot help but think of you using them on yourself. siiiiiiiiigh. a "did you find it, matty?" is screamed by you which causes him to instantly come back down reality. the box is put away and he speed walks out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen to get a glass of water to hopefully rehydrate his desert dry throat after his discovery. "well, did you find it?" "nope, changed my mind. don't want any weed. i'm okay. i'll just drink my water. here. in the kitchen." when in reality he was standing behind the bar so you couldn't see how rock hard he was. fast forward to right before you go to bed that night, you want to get yourself off so you go to find your fav toy when you see that the box is on a weird angle with the lid not fully closed. then it dawns on you why matty had to very abruptly leave that evening.

BUT ANYWAY, after you get together and your enjoyment for toys is out in the open, he loves using them on you which is a huge turn on for you because it shows that the seemingly shy boy is actually super confident when it comes to your sex life together.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

much like the cum play (see letter c), it took a bit for matty to feel comfortable enough to be a tease while you were having sex. he's not too much of a dirty talker (if you haven't noticed yet, he's a sub in this world of mine, sorry) BUT he eventually finds out that you love begin edged. so yeah, he has fun with that, going down on you over and over again until you are screaming.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

poor matty tries to stifle his moans, whimpers, and any other sounds that come out of his mouth but it doesn't work well for him as he always ends up being the loudest out of the two of you. this is another thing his bandmates always tease him about, as they can always hear when he's getting off on the tour bus or having sex with you in another room. and this is another instance where he reminds his mates that they're just jealous because of his amazing sex life.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

remember how i said i have a type and he's a chain wearing matty? well, once you both start having sex, he very quickly finds out you fucking love pulling on that chain to bring him closer to you. he also notices how you tend to kiss around the area where in sits around his neck. your obsession about it becomes 100% confirmed when he sees that the background of your phone is a photo of him shirtless but still wearing that silver chain. so he knows that he always has to wear it, a quiet sign that you control him. but one morning after his shower, he comes running to the living room, huffing and puffing that he cannot find his necklace until he looks at you. you just smirk and wink at him when he sees the chain around you. oh, he doesn't know what he's in for.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he once heard you say how you were starting to find "more conventional, muscular men" attractive so he took this as his cue to immediately look up the number of the best and closest personal trainer he could hire. fast forward six months and you're at his flat, drinking and listening to music with the band. who knows what happens (probably george's fault) but matty ends up spilling his glass of wine all over his shirt. UGH. "fuck me. it's embarrassing how many clothing items i've ruined 'cause of this expensive habit." you laugh loudly at him, obviously, but karma gets you once he takes off his ruined top so he's just standing there in his dangerously low rise grey joggers. that shuts you up as you just stare at the muscles on his back and the mostly defined v shape above his crotch. matty leaves the room to get a clean shirt without noticing you basically drooling over him. however, perceptive handsome ross does pick up on the vibes and teases you for the remainder of the evening.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high. higher than anyone you've ever been with and you're thankful for it. albeit it is PAINFUL when he's away on tour for months at a time, especially when you cannot go and see him :( no matter how many photos or videos you send each other, it's never enough to satiate you desire to have him close to you. the only silver lining is when you both do end up back together, as you both know you won't be sleeping that night and won't be going anywhere else the day after.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once the soft making out session is done (see letter a), he's gone. he's a sleeper. he's a napper. he's the big spoon and holds you close, lazily kissing the back of your neck before he settles himself against it. again, he's all about that close contact, gotta love him. but give him 3 minutes MAX and he'll be out. a tired boy has to rest, i guess <3

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ALRIGHT. that's enough for me rambling. not sure if anyone will see this but my mind feels about 12% lighter for now. until the next brain rot takes over.

if you happened to make it this far, you're a gem. thank you. you're the best. and i'm always free to talk about this man and smutty thoughts about him!

#still in my smutty feels #get this man outta my head #but actually maybe not he's too precious #this is TOTALLY not me projecting #this is way too long lol i'm so sorry #i like to ramble okay?#matty #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #headcanon #matty healy headcanon #smut #i swear i still like their music but my brain cannot stop #bf matty #bf matty blurb

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captainpulisic · 9 months

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said im fine but it wasnt true - m. mount

hearing cruel summer live changes you as a person. wc: 3.3k gif creds to owner

it had meant to be a summer fling, nothing more. from the very beginning, it was mutually decided upon that it was just two good friends hooking up- something none of your other friends would ever find out about. it wasn’t anything serious, so why involve other people?

that’s what you kept telling yourself, anyway.

you had been positive you could keep the sex as meaningless and detached as possible. you thought it’d be enough to have mason when he’d give himself to you and not a minute more. who cared that your heart beat embarrassingly fast when you’d catch his stare during a night out with friends, knowing you’d certainly be leaving with him. that most nights, after a long fuck, he’d practically beg you to stay the night, not wanting to sleep without you. it wasn’t of any importance that this situationship- if that’s what it could be called- had you constantly questioning the line between ‘just sex’ and the outline of a real relationship. I mean, how many mornings can you wake up to him peppering your face with kisses and shy smiles before you could consider him more than just a fuck buddy?

it was all so confusing for your heart and you brain. did you want more? did he? and why did the idea of the answers being ‘yes’ make you weak at the knees? wasn’t this the exact thing you both agreed couldn’t happen, the one rule you had made?

you were screwed.

yet, every doubt and worry you had over your predicament would temporarily vanish when you’d tap on his door. he’d greet you with a shy smile and a soft glint in his eyes. it was all too soft. as soon as you stepped foot inside, his fingers were everywhere. on your cheeks, your jaw, and down your shoulders. they’d end up traveling up and down your sides until they settled on your waist. quickly, his body would be pressed up against yours, a hot mouth marking up the side of your neck.

he was everywhere. you felt him everywhere. the way he was on you, it was as if he couldn’t bear the idea of having you in proximity and not be touching you. and there were no complaints on your part.

he continued to kiss you, messily and heatedly. and you kissed him back until you were both repeating each other's name, as if they were sacred prayers. like usual, there was a messy, abandoned trail of clothes left in the hallway. and just like usual, it led to masons bedroom where you could be found laid together in bed. blissfully, spent and content.

as he left soft kisses on your collarbone and jaw, he continued to whisper how lovely you were. he’d talk nonsense about how these were the best ways to spend his nights, that there's nowhere he’d rather be.

boy, did that make your heart do somersaults. you’re sure your face was crimson as he continued the soft praises.

it’s just sex.

all you could do to save face was scoff, “calm down, it’s just sex.”

yes, you reaffirmed yourself. you both begin to get up, ready to go find where you had thrown your shirts not so long ago. if I keep saying it, maybe i'll even end up believing it.

“no it’s not,” mason deadpans. he pauses all movement and for some reason, you feel obligated to mirror his actions. this is it, you feel yourself buzz with anticipation. he’ll say it’s not just sex for him, either. you want to look at him straight on, ready to tell him you’ve been feeling the same way for awhile. and with the way his eyes won’t leave yours, you can practically hear the words wanting to leave his mouth. you’re tempted to just kiss him and let that show him you’ve been aching for more than just these secret hookups. suddenly the corner of his lip turns upward, “it’s award winning sex.”

oh.

it was at that moment you realized it was in fact not just sex. not for you, at least.

and the next moment is when you realized you couldn’t keep up this little game, anymore. a part of you knew you could continue giving yourself to mason whenever he called, only taking what he’d let you have. you’d settle for it because having some of him in the dark hours would be better than nothing at all. and when you realized how pathetic that sounded, you knew what you had to do. there had to be some self respect.

this all had happened two weeks ago. that next morning, you had swatted away masons roaming hands and dodged the kisses he was trying to leave along your face. you mumbled some half hearted excuses about your unusual rush to leave and avoided his sad stare as you hastily dressed yourself. when you got his usual text the following night, begging you to come over, you figured it was as best time as any to rip off the band aid. it was a simple, short text saying these late night reach outs and quick fucks weren’t what you wanted anymore.

i hope you can understand where i’m coming from, you had typed. lets go back to just being friends, yeah?

you felt ill as soon as you hit send.

you felt even worse when he spent two whole minutes typing, just for the bubble to disappear and not a single reply come back. the following days were radio silence on his part. you hadn’t known this absence would make you feel as lonely and as sad as you were.

this is what has led you to your current crisis. getting shitfaced in some downtown pub, drinking until you can forget who has you there. staring at the third empty glass in front of you, your mind swirled with bittersweet memories of mason.

“we just don’t get it,” one of your friends frowned at you. you’re sure she means well but it’s hard to care too much when you can’t even recall her name at the moment. looking at the group of friends who’d practically forced you out of your bed and to come out, their eyes were full of concern and sympathy. “you never even told us you were seeing someone.”

“I-”, you begin but instantly stop. your words are starting to get all jumbled up in your mouth and the world around you is slowing down. it takes you a moment to breathe and organize your thoughts.

where’s mason?

all you want is mason.

why isn’t he here?

why didn’t he want you the way you wanted him?

another friend prods, “was it that serious?”

you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. all you could do is give a slight shake to your head. you try to smile but you’re sure you’ll start crying if you force it.

no, you kept thinking. I loved him and wanted him but all he wanted was sex. it was anything but serious.

there was only one way to get this idiotic brain to shut up. reaching out to chug the remainder of your drink, your frown gets deeper when you remember the cup is empty. standing up from the too crowded table, you let out a slurred, “‘m just gonna get one more.”

yet,as soon as you rise, your legs feel less sturdy than usual and the room has a slight haze to it. another concerned friend holds out their arm for support, worry growing more evident on her face.

“are you sure?” she sighs. lightly tugging on your arm, she tries to guide you to sit back down. “you’ve had enough, no?”

“no,” you practically whine. this is the only way to get your mind off of mason and these people have the audacity to deny you it. still standing, you try to get free of her grasp and tug towards the direction of the bar. it’s half cry and half whisper, “just one more.”

“maybe we should get you home?” another friend, wearing an even more sympathetic expression (if possible) chimes in. “lets call it a night, yeah?”

“no!” you protest, once again. “you guys don’t have to cut your night short because of me.”

the table erupts with their assurance of them not minding and that they’ll gladly drop everything to take you home. you know they mean well but it just adds even more guilt and weight to your heavy heart.

“I mean it,” you straighten yourself up as much as you can. you offer a small smile and wave them off. pulling out your phone, you’re able to somewhat make out the apps icons. cluelessly swiping at your phone, “i’ll order an uber and you guys can stay.”

it takes a few more minutes of convincing and protest, but nonetheless, they oblige to your request. after hugs and promises that you’ll soon get over your mystery man, two of them help you stumble outside and wait for your ride.

when your assigned car arrives and your friends triple check that the license plate is a match, final hugs and words of consolation are given. once in the car and speeding down the empty streets, it takes a great deal of effort not to puke and not to cry.

instead of thinking about how badly you want to spill your guts, you think of the boy whose absence feels like a dull stab at the heart. that’s what's been occupying your thoughts for the past weeks, anyway. if we’re being honest, he was the sole person in your thoughts. him and the beautiful summer you had shared together. if you closed your eyes, you could see it all so clearly.

you could recall the trip to his house like the back of your hand. you knew the paveway of trees that greet you as soon as you turn onto his street, the shiny gate blocking entryway to his house. blindfolded, you could locate the flower pot where he hid his spare keys. you’d use them almost every time you’d sneak away into his house and arms.

wait.

feeling the car park, you’re snapped out of your daydreams and look out towards the window.

it’s not that you could just recall all of those stupid details, which you’ve proven you could. it was that you were watching it all unfold outside of the car's window. you were smackdab in the middle of it, parked right in front of his house.

“hey,” you mumble in a panic. tapping on the window, towards the direction of masons house. with the fear setting in, your tears are ready to make their comeback. you feel like a child, helpless and scared. your voice wavers with a small sob, “this is not my house.”

the poor uber driver looks as confused as you. shaking his head, he surrenders his hands up. “I just brought you to the address you gave me.”

“I did not- '', you begin to argue. grabbing your phone, you squint at the screen, ready to show him how you had put your own address. and how it definitely wasn’t this one. and how he was going to have to explain what type of sick joke he was playing on you by bringing you here. yet, after a long struggle to find the fucking app, all words leave your mouth when you see masons address as the destination.

oh, force of habit.

all summer, during your little flings with mason, it had become second nature to get a lift to his house. it came more naturally to give directions to his house than to your own. it felt more like home, too.

“alright, you can leave me here.” you’re not sure if the alcohol is giving you the courage to face him or if you just really want to see his stupidly beautiful face- or if you’ve officially gone insane, but you find yourself unbuckling your seatbelt.

“ma’am are you sure?” the driver's gaze shifts between you and the enormous house looming over you both. you’re sure you must look insane with your tear filled eyes and inebriated state. you went from being terrified of where you were to shaking with anticipation. he offers a small smile, unsure how to proceed. “I can take you somewhere else if this was an error, I could go back to where I picked you up.”

“no,” you interject. “it’s fine, i’m fine, thank you.”

“really, it’s no problem-”

you wave him off, trying to appear as sober as you could possibly seem. opening the car door, “I was just confused. this is my friends house, silly me to not recognize it.”

he eyes you suspiciously but nevertheless nods as you get off. you try your best not to to wobble as you wave goodbye and walk away. but it’s not until you make your way through the familiar garden gate that you see the headlights pull off.

with that, you’re left standing alone in front of masons house. theres a small ache in your chest as you see the entire house is dark, not one ray of light peeking through any window.

what if he's not even home?

what if he's the one sneaking into someone else's house now?

you feel like you're going to throw up all over again. and it’s not because of the three vodka cokes you’d had.

that's it. you have to get into the house and find him and tell him…well, you don’t know what yet, but you have to say something.

the sensible you would figure that knocking or even calling him would be the best way to go, but clearly you’re not the most sensible person tonight.

standing in the middle of the garden, you take a breath and yell his name to the endless mirage of windows. within a minute, a light turns on and a window on the second floor shimmies open. it’s dark and far but you can slightly make out masons confused face.

“y/n?” you could see him squint down at you. “is that you-”

“I know this doesn’t make sense and what we had is over but for whatever it’s worth,” you cut him off, your mouth moving at its own volition. you pause, unable to believe that you’re finally going to say it. you have to choke down a sob before you scream, “i’m in love with you.”

you can see mason freeze. it's barely a shout when he says, “what?”

did he really not hear you or does he just like torturing you now?

“I love you, idiot.” you shout, again. there it is. all your emotions and feelings laid out in front of him. there's no use in trying to stop the tears so you just let them stream down your flushed face. once more, “i’m so in love with you and maybe that’s the worst thing, or the last thing, you wanna hear from me but it’s true.”

it all happens so fast. if you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it. the window mason was leaning out of, was left deserted without him saying anything back to you. you’re stood frozen, unsure of what to do. was your confession so horrible that he retreated back to his room, waiting for you to get the hint and leave? as you debate this, the side door, leading to the garden where you stand, bursts open.

he’s breathless, and an image of him running down the stairs flashes in your mind.

in just a few, short steps, he’s standing directly in front of you. his eyes are wide, slightly crazed. he hesitates as he merely whispers, “what did you say?”

“I love you and you don’t even care.” looking up at him, you try to blink away the tears. you’re sure you look a blubbering mess, and embarrassingly enough, there might be some snot. “you don’t care but it doesn’t matter. I needed to tell you that i’m so stupidly in love with you and you don’t even care. ”

“I do care.” his hands reach to hold your face but you swat them away.

“you don’t,” you begin to take a step back. what are you even doing? was this a love confession or a chance to tell him off? maybe, a bit of both? it’s just too confusing. pointing an accusatory finger at him, “if you cared, you’d have had the decency to reach out.”

he tries to interject but you just keep going. crying harder than before, “when our little hookups ended, a part of me hoped it would make you realize that you couldn’t bear the thought of not being together. that you would come back to me and tell me it all meant more to you. why didn’t you come back to me? why didn’t I deserve a fucking text back? it might’ve been just sex for you, but to me it meant everything.”

“that’s what you think?” mason scoffs, which only infuriates you more. it’s not until you really look at him that you see the same tears pool in his eyes. it’s when you see that he looks just as broken as you do. “I tortured my brain for days, trying to find the right words, to get you to understand that it wasn’t just sex for me.”

you squint your eyes at him, causing him to sigh. he continues, “okay, maybe I thought it was at first but then I read your text and it nearly broke me. at first, I thought I was just embarrassed that I got dumped over text but then I realized I was miserable at the thought of not having you anymore.”

you let out a defeated sigh, “but you never texted me back.”

“y/n,” it’s a sad smile, as you finally give in and let his hands cup your face. “I’ve typed and deleted a hundred texts, telling you I love you. but what if I said the wrong things and you'd leave again? I don't think i'd survive it. I don’t think i’d survive being forever known as the idiot who let you get away.”

you want to scold yourself for the way your heart flutters, “you really love me?”

his thumbs are stroking under your eyes, wiping away any tears that’ve overstayed their welcome. he’s giving you that smile, that boyish smile you fell in love with. that bastard, he’s always known how to get you weak in the knees. he says it so softly, “i love you, yes of course I love you. i've loved you since we started whatever this is, maybe even before then. i’m sure I fell in love with you the moment we met.”

instead of answering him, you shush him by pulling him down to meet your lips. it’s a kiss filled with ‘i love you’s and ‘i'm sorry's and ‘please, stay’s. you don’t even realize when mason has taken your hand, leading you inside the house and up the staircase. yet, as he leads you to the bedroom where you spent countless summer nights, you feel utterly happy.

you continue to interrupt the kisses with, “say it again.”

and not once does mason deny you with his, “I love you.”

leaving a delicate kiss on his jaw, you whisper against his neck, “i’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

mason returns a kiss to your forehead, mirroring your lovesick smile. leaning close to your ear, “lucky for you pretty girl, i’ll never get tired of saying it.”

you loved mason, unashamedly and quite pathetically. and you’d continue to do so for the rest of your life, if he let you.

feedback is appreciated, please :)

#mason mount x you #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fic #angst? kinda? not sure if it qualifies?

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I Hate You... But Not Really

Eddie and you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and you’ve been crushing on him for about as long. He starts dating Chrissy however and jealousy rears its ugly head for both you and Jason. Jason has the bright idea to “date” each other to make them jealous instead. Nothing goes as planned... or does it?

Request fill for Anon, hope you like it... this one ended up being very long lol.

Minors DNI

Contains: Fake Dating/Fake Relationship (Jason/Reader), Eddie/Reader, Eddie/Chrissy, Jason/Chrissy, Bestfriend!Eddie, Virgin!Reader, A Little Bit of Angst, Loss of Virginity, Protected Sex

You had decided to take lunch in the library today, curling up with a book instead. It wasn’t that unusual for you to skip lunch and hang out in the library, you had to get away from the rowdy Hellfire boys and their antics every now and then.

However, since Eddie had started dating Chrissy, you’d spent more and more time in the library rather than be subjected to their lovey-dovey nonsense. If you had to see them, make goo-goo eyes at each other one more time you might actually explode.

God forbid she ever showed up at a Hellfire session you’d up and leave the club if that ever happened. You were trying to be happy for him, happy that he was happy, but it was hard when they just had to go and rub it in your face.

That’s where he finds you, tucked away in a corner reading quietly when he breaks the silence.

“y/l/n!” He whisper-yells as he approaches you.

“What is it, Carver? I’m not in the mood for your shit today.” His presence only serves to worsen your sour mood.

“Ok, since when did you get so sassy?”

“Fuck off, I told you I’m not in the mood. What?”

“Well, I’m… I’ve come with a proposal of sorts…” he drawls.

“Jesus Christ, get to the point.” You huff.

“Look, I know we’ve had our differences…” You scoff, he continues, “…but I think we’re both in the same little predicament.”

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”

“You know Chrissy left me for the Freak-.”

“Hey, don’t call him that!” You can’t help but defend him, even now when you’re mad at him.

“Ok, for… Munson, and it’s kinda obvious the way you pine over him.”

“I DO NOT ‘pine’. You’ve had that same stupid joke since we were ten get over it, Eddie and I are just friends.”

“But that’s not what you want is it? You want it to be more than that and I want Chrissy to take me back, so…”

“So, what…? I’m not following.”

“Geez and I thought you were the smart one. We make them angry, jealous… we date each other to rile them up.”

“God that has to be the stupidest plan I’ve ever heard. I’m not dating you, Carver.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be… not really anyway. We’d just pretend long enough to each get what we want.”

“And why exactly would either of them even care?”

“I don’t know what’s going on with Chrissy that she’d leave me and especially for that…” You give him a warning glare, he continues, “…for him, but I know she doesn’t really love him. She loves me, I love her we… we had plans to get married-”

“Oh, wow that is pathetic, marriage? You’re fucking eighteen get over yourself. Maybe that’s why she left you.”

“No, it’s not, it was her idea actually… that doesn’t matter. Anyway, I’ve seen the way Munson looks at you, he’s got feelings for you even if he won’t admit it.”

“So, what? How would that even work?”

“We go on ‘dates’, get seen together doing couple-y shit, see how they react and go from there I guess.”

“Ok, but what ‘couple-y shit’ are we talking about here, cause I’m not fucking sleeping with you.”

“Jesus, I never said you would! It’s not like I’d want to either. I dunno like the normal stuff, holding hands, maybe some kissing that kind of thing.”

“I’m gonna need a whole lot more outta this than ‘Eddie might have feelings’ for me to do anything with you.”

“Am I really that bad?”

“Yes actually, you are.”

“Fine, I’ll pay you.”

“Eww you creep. I don’t want your money.”

“Then what will it take?”

You ponder for a moment before answering, what would it take? You reach a decision, “You have to be nicer to all the Hellfire guys from now on. Or at least civil with us, even after you get Chrissy back.”

“Ok, but what about if Munson tries to start shit?”

“Then you ignore him, be the bigger man or whatever.”

“Alright fine.” He concedes.

“Fine.” You huff back in response.

“So, like do you want to set up a schedule or something?”

You glance at the clock on the wall, “Look, lunch is almost over why don’t we just meet up on the weekend and sort out the details then…”

You reach into your backpack, pulling out a notebook and pen you scrawl across a page before tearing it out, “… here is my address, just come past around noon.”

He takes the slip of paper folding it and placing it in his back pocket, “Sure, I’ll see you then.”

He turns and saunters off while you pack away your belongings and begin heading to your next class.

He stands on your front porch and jabs at the doorbell, you’re not too far off and answer quite quickly.

“Y/l/n.” He nods his head in greeting.

“We’re going to at least have to call each other by our first names, you know?” You usher him inside, lingering in the front hall.

“Right, yeah that’s true. Ummm, do we… do we use pet names too or…?”

You shrug, continuing as you lead him through to the living room, “I mean maybe… that is something couples do.”

He looks around taking in his surroundings, “Your parents home?”

“No. No, they’ve gone out for lunch with some friends. So, take a seat I guess and let’s get to… whatever the hell this is.” You gesture to the couch.

He does so more awkwardly than you would’ve expected from him, was he nervous? No that couldn’t be it, not Mr. Cocksure Big-shot Basketball Captain.

“So, uh… y/n…” he begins, tentatively testing out your name, “how about we start with some ground rules, lay out all the do’s and don’t’s and what each of us expects from this.”

“Well, let’s start with the obvious, no sex, in fact nothing past first base. You may call me common pet names, like babe, baby, honey, when appropriate, but never sweetheart. No one can know the truth, everyone has to actually believe we’re dating and happy together for it to work. Also on that note, how did this supposedly start? Why did I suddenly get over all your years of torment and fall into your arms?”

“Ok, well that was a lot all at once. Um I guess yes to all of the aforementioned, I will add that I will pay for any ‘dates’ that we do go on. I’d feel weird if I didn’t, even if this isn’t real. Also you have to show up to my games, all the big ones at least. But as to the last part I don’t really know… I uh apologised…” he replies uncertainly, with a slight wince.

“Oh, that’s all it took you said sorry and suddenly I was swooning over you?”

“I don’t know, it was a really good apology?”

“Ok let’s hear it then. Like you mean it too.”

“What?”

“This grand apology that was supposedly enough for me to forget what a fucking jackass you are to me and all my friends.”

“O-ok… ummm y/n…” he trails off.

“Wow solid start there bud you wanna maybe continue, you didn’t even say the words ‘I’m sorry’.”

“I’m thinking ok! When did you become such a bitch anyway, thought you were all quiet and shy and shit?”

“Oooh yeah, that’ll really sell it call me a bitch-”

He cuts you off quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s just, this is hard, ok?”

“Can’t be harder than the shit you put Eddie and me through.” You grumble.

“Ok I’m sorry, really, I am. I don’t even know why I gave you shit, you actually seem kinda normal enough. I guess it was just ‘cause you were always around him, always defending him. Why even hang around that creep anyway?” He answers surprisingly earnestly.

“‘Creep’ isn’t any better than ‘freak’ you know.”

“See, like that always defending him.”

“He’s my friend, surely you know what that’s like or at least have some concept of it? And don’t give me some “oh being popular is a curse you never know who your friends really are’ type shit.”

“Of course, I have friends… it’s just no one has ever defended me like that.”

“Maybe ‘cause you’ve never needed it, anyway that is entirely beside the point. We’ve gotten derailed, let’s try to get this back on track.”

“You believe that I am sorry, right?”

“I believe that you think that, but it’s good enough. Just maybe leave out the bits about insulting my best friend in your apology and it’s fine.”

“I am sorry.”

“Ok, so you apologised and then what? How did it get from mutual understanding to ‘I’m madly in love with you.’?”

“As part of my apology I offered to buy you dinner, extend an olive branch so to speak. At dinner we actually hit it off and find that we don’t actually hate each other. Maybe we have some things in common and we decided to do it again.”

You hum in consideration, “Ok, sure we’ll go with that, but what do we actually have in common?”

“Not much I’d imagine, we… uhhh go to the same school, we’re in the same grade, ummm what… what kind of movies do you like, what sort of music do you listen to?”

“Well, my favourite movie genres are horror/thriller and fantasy. Music, it varies, but mainly rock I guess, like punk and alternative type stuff, I know my music taste surprises most people. I think they think that I’d have to be into like classical music or something for being so shy and bookish, even though I hang around a bunch of metalhead rockers.”

“I dunno none of that really works, I mean I don’t mind horror but it’s not my favourite. Ummm there… there is one thing that no one really knows about me…”

“Yeah, what’s that oh man of mystery?”

“Don’t… don’t make fun of me, please.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” You begin but catch sight of his pleading gaze and you fold, “Oh, alright fine, guess I’ll take my own advice and ‘be the bigger man’.”

“Thank you. Uhh… I actually like to read… like a lot, but I don’t let people see me when I do ‘cause I gotta wear these dorky glasses. I’ve had a few concussions and it’s messed with my vision.”

“Oh, ok I actually didn’t expect that at all. What sort of stuff do you read?”

“I like a lot of different things, stuff on history and war, sports… and um poetry…”

“Poetry? You, Jason Carver, read poetry?”

“Yeah, come on I said not to make fun of me.”

“No, I’m not… I’m not, it’s just not what I expected, the rest is yeah typical, I get that, but poetry? Does Chrissy know about this?”

“Yeah, she does. She also said she thinks my glasses are cute, but I don’t know, I think she was just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Ok, well I’m not all that into poetry myself, but history is alright, I guess. So, reading, we both like to read um anything else?”

“What about aspirations for after high school?”

“Well, you said you and Chrissy were thinking marriage, right?”

“Yeah, but not for a while yet, we’d have to get settled first, build careers so we can support ourselves.”

“Yeah, didn’t actually think you would’ve thought that far ahead, no offence. Personally, I’d like to get out of Hawkins for a start. Go to college, study maybe either something in writing or science, what about you?”

“Well, I’m aiming to get a basketball scholarship if I can, do something with that, but sports is kind of a high risk kinda deal. There’s no real guarantee. Not sure what my fallback could be, but I’m working on it.”

“That’s good. So, let’s recap. You apologised and took me out for dinner. I accepted and we got to know each other, found out we’re both readers and bonded over that. We shared our aspirations for after high school and agreed to do it again some time.”

“Yep, that all sounds about right, but don’t tell anyone about the glasses thing, ok?”

“Secret’s safe with me.”

“Thank you.”

“Ok, so the actual ‘dates’ is that going to be like a spontaneous thing or should we have a scheduled ‘date night’?”

“Scheduled date night sounds better to me, I can do Saturdays after practice?”

“Yeah, that works I guess, how are we going to balance your games and Hellfire though? They clash more often than not.”

“Well, can’t you guys reschedule your little cult meetings?”

“Jason,” you sigh exasperatedly, “you were doing so well too. It’s not a cult, it’s a Dungeon’s and Dragons club. And they will not reschedule for this. I can maybe get someone to sub for me every now and then, I guess.”

“It’s ok you only have to come to the big games, I’ll let you know which ones they are when they come up.”

“Sure ok, that’s settled. First ‘date’ next week, what are we going to do?”

He shrugs, “We could go to the cinema? I overheard Chrissy telling her friends that… Munson was going to take her to see ‘Pretty in Pink’.”

“Really, you want them to see us together that soon?”

“I dunno, why not?”

“Oh, no. No, we are nowhere near ready for that. It has to be really fucking believable before that happens.”

“Ok, so what do you think we should do?”

“I think the first few ‘dates’ should just be practice being around each other. Don’t try and focus on somewhere we can be seen, think somewhere we can both be comfortable.”

“I mean I’d say the library, it’d fit into our narrative, but then there’s the whole glasses thing.”

“Yeah, ok… um how about we actually go for dinner. Maybe somewhere less common for all the Hawkins High kids to be at.”

“Oh, there’s this restaurant my parents go to! It’s called Enzo’s. How about that?”

“Wouldn’t that be a little, um… expensive?”

“Yeah, but so what? I’m paying.”

“I dunno just makes me feel skeevy…”

“Don’t. I’m the one who suggested it. Think of it as reparations for years of bullying.”

“Ok, fine. Enzo’s then. When does your practice finish?”

“Four. So, we’ll make the dinner around seven, I’ll uh pick you up if you want or we could just meet there.”

“Um yeah you can pick me up, it’ll give us more time to go over our stories, get everything straight.”

“Ok cool.”

“Cool.”

“Uhh… now what?”

“Um I mean you can go…what else is there.”

“Yeah, sure I’ll go.” He stands awkwardly, you stand with him to escort him out.

He pauses at the door, “Should we… try to interact at school?”

“Yeah… nothing too extreme just yet, but yeah, I guess. Maybe just like greeting in the halls, small talk, that sort of stuff.” You shrug.

“Ok, so I guess we’re doing this… babe.”

“Uhhh… yeah I guess so… babe.” The word feels foreign on your tongue, using it to address Jason Carver of all people.

You open the door waving as he leaves and he waves back. You retreat back into the comfort of your home a little dumbfounded by how that had turned out. It was interesting, being forced to see him in a new light, as a multifaceted human being rather than just some dumb jock stereotype.

It’s like the world is working against you, any time you and Jason are together, Eddie and Chrissy are nowhere to be seen. It’s beginning to frustrate you, you know there is gossip going around the school about you two, but neither of them have given any indication that they’re aware of it.

Not even the rest of the Hellfire Club have said anything. They all know you’re seeing someone you’ve told them as much, you had to give some explanation as to why you were missing Hellfire sesions so much. They all believe you’re in a happy relationship, they just haven’t seen it yet.

You’re on yet another date with Jason, you’d missed out on this session of Hellfire Club to go to one of his games and he suggested dinner at the diner afterwards. A few of his teammates and their girlfriend’s had come too, but you insisted on your own booth, it could be so stifling being around Jason’s friends.

“So, what actually happened with you and Chrissy, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He sets down his cutlery and sighs, beginning in a hushed tone, “She started pulling away from me, don’t know what I did, it wasn’t so much like she was mad… just distant. I don’t get it.”

“Hmm, you know it may not have been anything you did, maybe she was going through some personal stuff.”

“Yeah, but why wouldn’t she tell me, I could help her. Why did she turn to… him?”

“Look I can’t answer for her personally, but sometimes when I’m dealing with my own shit I retreat into myself. Don’t wanna feel like I’m burdening others with my problems… especially those I’m closest to. Usually when I get like that Eddie is the one to pull me up, dust me off so to speak and just get me through it. He’s good like that, very observant when he wants to be, he just knows when someone’s got it rough and he wants to help.”

Jason scoffs, “Yeah alright, all the girls going to Munson… what’s he got that I don’t.”

“Did you even listen to a word I said? It’s not about you or what you can offer. She’s probably just going through something, maybe something she’s ashamed of or is embarrassed about and doesn’t want you to know. Maybe she’s just worried about how you’ll see her if you find out.”

“I would never judge her for anything, she should know that. Instead, she turned around and left me for another guy.”

“Jason have you fucking seen yourself, you can be such a judgmental, righteous prick-”

“Hey, keep it down, you don’t want someone to hear you saying stuff like that if we’re going to pull off the ‘loving couple’ shit.” He hisses cutting you off.

You lower your voice slightly leaning in, hopefully from the outside it just looks like you’re two little lovebirds wrapped up in your own little world, “… you are a bully and you’ve shown that girls aren’t off limits, why would she think she can go to you with everything.”

He has the decency to look ashamed at that, “I am sorry you know… for how I treated you.”

“Fine, ok I got that, I’m moving past it, but can you see where I’m coming from?”

“I-I think so, but what can I do… what could I have done then? What if we get back together and something like this happens again?”

“I don’t know, it’s a complex thing, you gotta be patient with her. Push but not too hard, get her to see that you won’t judge her for anything. When she really believes that maybe she will accept your help when she needs it.”

“I guess… thank you. You know I haven’t really talked about this with anyone, it’s good to get stuff off my chest.”

“Yeah, that is the general idea, when you’re going through something you need someone that will listen. And look at you turning to ‘another girl’ for support.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, I get it now, ok. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Ok… you know deep down and I mean deep, deep down you’re not so bad. You know when you actually act like a human being.”

“Oh, careful that almost sounded like an actual compliment.”

“Shove off… I mean I get why you act the way you do, I guess. I know your popularity is important to you, but is it really more important than being yourself, was it worth losing someone you love?”

“Ummm… no, no it’s not...” He concedes, “…but it is what I gotta do to get where I wanna go.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it-”

He’s getting frustrated, you can tell, the way he clenches his fists, “No it’s not. If I’m not popular, I’m not basketball captain. If I’m not captain, I don’t get the recognition. If I don’t get the recognition, I don’t get a scholarship-”

You place a hand over his, “Stop, relax its ok I’ll drop it, just keep in mind Chrissy likes you for you… I’m assuming… and if she doesn’t, she’s not worth it, but that is going to be how you win her back… by being yourself.”

“Fine.” He grumbles.

“You gonna finish those?” You point to the last few fries on his plate that he’d been ignoring.

“Nah, have ‘em if you want and then we can get out of here. I’ll drop you off at yours.”

“Thank you.”

As you stand to leave, passing the other guys from the team, Jason nods his head towards them and you give them an awkward little wave, calling out, “Bye guys, see you around.”

Andy calls back, “What you guys leaving already? Don’t wanna come back to mine? My parents are gone for the weekend, I was thinking we could… party.”

Jason answers for the pair of you, to your surprise in the negative, “Nah, sorry man gotta take my girl home she’s feeling a bit tired. You know how it is?”

Andy gives him an exaggerated wink that makes your skin crawl, “Sure do man, you kids have fun.”

You tug on Jason’s arm and he escorts you out to his car, “Ugh why’d he have to be so gross?” You groan with a full-body shiver.

He responds as he starts up the car, “Oh, come on it wasn’t that bad… and isn’t that what we want? For people to think we’re a good, real couple… real couples have sex you know?”

“So… you and Chrissy then…?”

“Of course, me and Chrissy. What… did you expect us to be celibate or something?”

“No uh… I don’t know, it’s not like I think about you with her… like that.”

“What about you… have you ever…?”

“Uhh… no, umm… it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never… I mean…”

He holds up one hand in surrender, the other still on the wheel, “Hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

You let out a sigh, “Ok, yeah… I am tired you know? This shit is fucking exhausting.”

“Gee, thanks. Good to know being with me is exhausting.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just doing this is like constantly being on stage, putting on a performance… having to be so acutely aware of every action and everyone in the room.”

He’s silent for a moment, “Do you think… do you think maybe that’s how Chrissy feels with me?”

“I can’t answer for her, maybe that’s just something the two of you will have to figure out for yourselves.”

“Oh… ok.” He seems a little crestfallen.

“Sorry, I can’t give you a better answer.”

“Nah, that’s fine we’re almost at your place now.”

“We’ve gotten to know each other now, like really know each other, but there’s one thing I still don’t get.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Why are you part of Munson’s little cult, I get maybe you didn’t have any other friends when we were kids but come on you could do so much better than that now.”

“Watch yourself there, Carver. You’re on thin ice…” you warn, “…and it’s not a cult. Ok, how bout I put it to you like this. That game we all play dungeons and dragons, what do you actually know about that?”

“Just that it’s some devil-worshipper thing…”

“See you’re wrong though, it’s not… at all. If anything, it’s the complete opposite cause you’re fighting against evil.”

He looks at you sceptically, you continue, “It’s just a little fantasy game, we’re not hurting anyone by playing a game. Look, you play basketball, you love basketball, there’s this whole culture around that. The way you feel about the game, your teammates, it’s not so different from Hellfire Club.”

“Yes, it is.” He protests.

“Just hear me out ok, D&D brings us together it gives us a sense of camaraderie we band together to fight the big bad evil guy, there’s strategy and an element of chance and everything can be decided by the roll of a die. I imagine scoring the final game wining point would feel the same as defeating the villain or pulling off an insane move that gets the party through untold dangers.”

“But-”

“Look, how about you just come to one of the Hellfire sessions see what it’s really like. You’ve got a bye this week, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but will they even let me through the door?”

“Yes, I’ll make sure they’re nice to you ok… but you gotta do the same.”

“I will.” You shoot him a look, “I will, I promise.”

“Good.”

“Still doesn’t explain Munson though that guy is clearly…”

You stop him in his tracks with a pointed glare, “Yes… care to finish that statement?”

“Well, what I mean to say is he’s just so… so… oh the only words I can come up with are still devil-worshipper, with all his metal music and chains and leather, what do you see in him?”

“He’s a good guy,” he looks at you sceptically, “No really, he is, all of that hard-ass attitude stuff is just like a barrier to protect himself. He hasn’t had it easy and stuff like his music helps him cope. Is it really so bad that he is unapologetically himself?”

“Y/n the guy is crazy, jumping on tables, shouting off his little rants that make digs at the rest of the school, not to mention everything else.”

“He’s not crazy, he can be a bit dramatic but he’s got a point with that stuff. Like really why? Why do we get singled out and picked on for our interests when the basketball team can be celebrated for theirs?”

You rush to add,” I mean no offence by that, but really, we’re all here just trying get by, make it through one day at a time, find happiness where we can. He gives the outcasts of the school somewhere we can belong and he’s been my friend since about as far back as I can remember, always been there for me regardless of what he’s going through. He is a good guy.”

“I mean I guess… when you put it like that. I still don’t like him though.” He grumbles.

“I never asked you to like him just be civil with him and I’ll try to make sure he does the same.”

“Fine I can live with that.”

At lunch the next day you decide to broach the topic with the rest of Hellfire. When you get there she’s there, you shouldn’t be so surprised you guess, but it had been a few days since you sat with them for lunch.

The way she was dressed today was almost enough to turn your stomach… she was wearing his Hellfire shirt. You steeled yourself, no you weren’t going to let this get to you, all the more reason to invite Jason to Hellfire.

“Hey guys!” You greet everyone as you plop down into a seat.

They reply in kind and you continue while you have their attention, “So, everyone knows I’ve been seeing someone…” they nod, “… well I kinda wanted to ask if you guys would be alright if I brought him by one of the Hellfire sessions? Just to watch of course, he said he wants to know what it’s about, so I thought the best way would be to show him.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at you, “Right why would we let some random guy-”

“My boyfriend.” You correct him.

“Whatever, your boyfriend… why would we let him sit in? We don’t even know the dude.”

“Well, there you go you can see just who he is when we both show up.”

“Yeah, and on that note, you’ve been missing a lot of sessions lately… what’s up with that? Would you even know how to play anymore?” He bites back snarkily.

Oooh, is he bitter, could this actually be working already?

“Of course, I remember how to play, it’ll be fine… please?”

“Fine, we’ll put it to a vote…” he looks around the table and the others squirm under his gaze, “right, everyone in favour of y/n’s boyfriend joining the next Hellfire session, raise your hand.”

Everyone at the table raises their hands, except you, Chrissy and Eddie, he continues with a sigh “…ok looks like he can join, but just this once.”

Dustin tries to lighten the mood, “Come on Eddie, don’t you wanna meet y/n’s new boyfriend?”

Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to say, Eddie scoffs in response, “What difference would that make to me? He’d still be some intruder to our game.”

Gareth speaks up on your behalf, “Come on don’t be like that man, just be glad we’re getting y/n back and we’ll get to see who’s been making her so happy lately.”

“Yeah, sure whatever…” he turns to Chrissy suddenly, “Hey, sweetheart… would you like to come to the next session too?”

She offers an apologetic smile, “Uhh… no sorry babe, you know I’m not really into that stuff… but you guys have fun.”

She turns to you, “Hope your boyfriend enjoys it too.”

You try to match her cheerful demeanour without sounding sarcastic, “Yeah hopefully once he sees it, he’ll get just why I love it so much.”

There’s a heavy tension that hangs in the air for the rest of the lunch break, you keep your involvement in conversation to a minimum and finally breathe a sigh of relief once the bell rings.

You sit in Jason’s car twisting your hands nervously in your lap, “So you ready for this?”

He places a hand over yours, “Relax, it will be fine.”

“And you can promise you’ll be nice to everyone, and I mean everyone?”

“Yes, I won’t like it, but yes.”

“Thank you. And remember to keep an open mind, don’t just judge the game immediately because of what you’ve been told to think of it… please?”

“Ok, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, you ready to go in?”

“Now or fucking never, I guess. Hopefully we’ve done enough that it’ll convince everyone we’re a ‘happy couple’.”

“Yeah, come on.”

You hesitate again when you get to the drama room door, but he gives you a little nudge and you open it.

Everyone’s already seated at the table chatting animatedly, you call out to get their attention, “Um hey, everyone… sorry if we’re a little late-”

You’re met by flabbergasted stares and slack jaws when they turn to see you, arm in arm with Jason Carver.

Eddie is the first to speak, face set into a deep scowl, “Uh what the fuck is this, what is he doing here?”

“You guys said it was ok to bring my boyfriend. I said I was sorry for being late, but come on it’s only by a couple minutes.”

“Can I have a word with you outside?” Eddie storms over to you grabbing your arm harshly and leading you out the door, not waiting for a response.

“What the fuck was that in there? You’re dating Carver? The guy you’ve been dating… is fucking Jason Carver?!”

“Yeah… and? What’s it matter to you?”

“It matters because you’re my best friend and it’s fucking Jason Carver… you’re dating him after everything he did to me… to us?”

“Yeah well, you’re dating Chrissy what the fuck is up with that?”

“That’s different, don’t bring her into this.”

“Why? Why shouldn’t I huh? Some best friend you are, as soon as some pretty little blond shows you a smidge of attention it’s like I don’t even exist.”

“Just ugh… why did it have to be him?”

“Why did it have to be her?!”

“You can’t just throw my question back at me, at least Chrissy wasn’t the one going around calling us freaks and making our lives miserable.”

“Yeah, not like she stopped it either. And really Mr Nonconformity, you’re gonna go for the basic ass cheerleader? Way to break the mould. Really, I applaud you on that one, you’re definitely not just like every other teen boy here. All hard up over a girl in a short skirt doing her little rah-rah school spirit bullshit.”

“Chrissy is NOT like that!”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“And I could say the same about you, dating Mr Meathead Jock… that’s not any better now, is it?”

“Whatever, screw you.” You turn to go back inside.

“Screw me, no hey don’t walk away from me.” He grabs your arm again.

“Eddie, just stop.” You shoot him an angry look.

“Have you fucked him?” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“What?!” You can’t believe he just said that, where the hell did that come from.

“I said have you fucked him? He would be your first if you had, wouldn’t he?” He repeats, his tone bitter.

“That is none of your fucking business and don’t act like you haven’t slept with Chrissy.”

“Actually, I haven’t. She said she wants to take things slow and I respect that. Says she wants to wait til marriage and all that.”

“Yeah, that’s not how Jason tells it and he would know he’s actually slept with her. You sure she even really loves you? You sure you’re not just some rebound destined to fail?” You retaliate.

“What the fuck? When did you get so fucking bitchy, or is that just what taking Carver’s dick does?”

Before you know what you’re even doing you’ve reared your hand slapping him across the face sharply.

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend what taking Jason’s dick does? She would know after all.” It’s a low blow, you regret it as soon as the words leave your lips. Regret almost everything you’ve said to him, especially when you see the look in his eyes, but it’s too late now.

It’s then that Jason pokes his head out of the doorway, “Hey…. ahhh, you guys, ok? You’ve been gone a while… the others sent me out to check on you…”

You turn to him, “We’re leaving, come on let’s go babe.”

“But I thought-”

“Yeah, never-mind…” you turn back to Eddie, who’s standing there shellshocked cradling his cheek, “I quit Hellfire by the way, see you fucking never Munson.”

You grab Jason’s arm dragging him along with you, willing yourself not to cry, just hold it in at least until you get outside, just make it outside.

When you do reach the front doors of the school you break, tears streaming down your face, sobbing.

Jason turns you to face him, “What happened? What did he do?”

“Fuck off Jason as if you actually care, there’s no one here to see it, just leave it alone, ok.”

He grabs both your shoulders, looking into your teary eyes, you turn you head away, “I do care though, what happened?”

“We had a fight obviously… this stupid fucking plan isn’t working. I told you it wouldn’t and now I’ve just lost my best fucking friend. I really fucking hate you, did I ever mention that?”

He cuts you off with a fierce kiss, you push him off of you, “What the fuck was that for?!”

“I dunno I kinda like you I guess…” He shrugs.

“Oh, no fuck off with that, I know you’re still in love with Chrissy. No one was here to see that, so what was it about really?”

“I do kind of like you though, not like Chrissy, different from that and I do still love her, but… what if we tried to make this work for real? What if those two never realise how we feel about them and it never works out?”

“No. I’m not going to be someone’s consolation prize or whatever. I don’t care if you don’t get Chrissy back, you can find someone else… maybe just be less of a ‘meathead jock’ and it’ll work out for you. Let someone see the real you for a change, the guy that reads and takes a girl out for silly little dates and cares about something other than himself.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… you’re not a ‘consolation prize’ and you do deserve better too. Just forget about Munson… honestly, you’re better off without him.”

“Don’t know that I am… what do you want to do about this now then? Do we still ‘fake date’? Try to get Chrissy back for you, even if Eddie won’t have anything to do with me now?”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I want at least one of us to get something from this, otherwise it’s all been for nothing.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be for nothing really, I mean we never would have spent time together… reconciled our differences, if it weren’t for this. You could say we’re friends now at least.”

“Yeah, I guess… and I’m gonna need a friend, just kinda lost all of mine back there in one fell swoop.” You give him a bitter, teary-eyed grin.

“Ok, so let’s do that, we continue this ‘fake dating’ thing for a bit longer, see if Chrissy will come around. If not, I’ll be here for you as a friend either way, agreed?”

“Yes… as long as you never try to kiss me like that in private again, seriously what the fuck was that?”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Fate really had a way of shoving it your face. Before when you were with Carver, you’d never seen Eddie and Chrissy around, but now it seemed like everywhere you looked Eddie was there glaring at you. You couldn’t take it, jealousy would have been fine… but this hatred that came pouring off him in waves was like torture.

Jason could see your discomfort, your pain, he asked you multiple times if you were still ok with this plan. You powered through, one of you should end up happy from all this, right? You still couldn’t believe that in all of this Jason Carver was the one to console you, if someone would have told you that just a few weeks ago, you would’ve laughed in their face.

The rest of Hellfire give you a wide berth, but still offer little smiles in your direction when you pass them… only when Eddie isn’t around though. You wonder what he would have told them, you’re sure he can’t have painted you in a very good light, but it was too late for you to try to explain yourself to them.

That’s how you found yourself on a Saturday night, curled up on Jason’s bed watching Friday the 13th: A New Beginning. It had just come out on VHS and Jason suggested the two of you watch it to get your mind off things for a bit. He had begun to warm up to horror movies in general, still not a major fan but he enjoyed it more now… your influence maybe?

Meanwhile, Chrissy had made her way to Eddie’s trailer, with a heavy conscious. She raises her hand to knock against the door, when it opens and she jumps back slightly.

“Oh, Chrissy hey… didn’t mean to scare you. I was just on my way to see you.”

“Uh… yeah, could we go inside and talk for a bit?”

“Sure, sure come in.” He steps aside, ushering her in with a sweeping gesture.

They both stand there awkwardly, before Eddie says, “What did you want to talk about?”

She hesitates and he moves towards the couch, urging her to join him, “Come on take a seat and tell me what you need.”

She makes her way over, tentatively perching on the edge of the couch.

“So…?” Eddie prompts her.

“Ummm… there’s no real easy way to say this, but umm… I think… I think we should end things Eddie.”

“Wh-Why do you say that?” He asks nervously, he had actually been planning to go see her to break things off, maybe this’d give him an out.

“Come on isn’t it obvious? Everyone knows you have feelings for y/n. It’s even clearer now that she’s dating Jason… and I… I don’t know… I think I still have feelings for Jason too.” She hangs her head in shame.

“What? I don’t have feelings for y/n… I’m with you, why would you say that?” He splutters, unconvincingly.

“So, you’re just not going to acknowledge that I have feelings for Jason?” She huffs looking back at him.

“Well, uh… fuck… I don’t know… did you ever have feelings for me?”

“Yes… just… just not like I do for Jason. Look you helped me through a really rough time and I am grateful for that… but I don’t love you.”

He sighs, “Yeah uhhh… I-I don’t love you either… I know how bad it sounds, and I do care about you… but I think it was ‘cause you were the first girl to ever show me any interest.”

“What about y/n?”

“What about her?”

“You have feelings for her, don’t try to deny it.”

“Ok fine, I have feelings for y/n… what difference does that make? We’re just friends… fuck not even that anymore. And she’s with Jason fucking Carver, of all the fucking people she had to choose from, she picked him.” He turns away angrily, hot tears prick at his eyes.

“Jason’s not that bad of a guy really, but what if we did something to… break them up?”

“Wh-what? Why? What would that even achieve… they’re happy with each other, I can’t take that away from her… and for what? She’s not even speaking to me, won’t even look at me, it’s not like she’d come running into my arms if things ended between them.” Tears have begun to run down his cheeks, he swipes at them angrily.

“Eddie… look at me.” She implores.

He does so and she continues, “You must be fucking blind not to see that she is in love with you.”

“What are you talking about?” He hiccups out.

“Y/n, she is sooo head over heels for you, Jason even picked up on it when we were ten for Christ’s sake.”

“No, that was just some dumb joke Carver used to taunt me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? She loves you, you love her…” She reinforces before adding quietly “…I love Jason.”

“Then what are we even fucking doing together in the first place?”

“I don’t know, you were there for me and things just kinda happened…”

“Ok, so what do we do now?”

“Well… I mean we are over, right? I mean we can still be friends if you want, you are a great guy Eddie, I hope you know that.”

“Yeah… uh friends, I don’t know, we’ll see about that, but thank you. Do we have to break them up though… not that I’m happy seeing her with him, but can’t we just each talk to them tell them how we really feel?”

“I mean, I guess. It would be the nicer thing to do. Do you think you could handle it though, you’ve had all this time to tell her before, why haven’t you?”

“I just couldn’t… if things went wrong, I couldn’t lose her, but now… now she already hates me. She’s already lost to me, so what’s the harm in telling her now… not like she could hate me any more than she already does. I said some horrible things to her Chrissy…” He hangs his head, pressing his palms into his eyes.

She rubs a hand over his shoulder, “Hey, if things don’t work out, I’m here for you, ok?”

“Th-thank you. Should… should we go to them now?”

“You wanna go right now?”

“Yeah, I… I don’t wanna wait ‘til whenever we see them next.”

“Ok… alright, I guess right now it is.” She stands brushing down her skirt.

Eddie stands as well moving to the door, “Did you drive here?”

“Uhh… no, I walked.”

“You what?! In the middle of the night, you walked to the trailer park? Why?” He asks incredulously.

“Umm… my brother had the car tonight.” She shrugs.

“Then why did you come?”

“I just… it couldn’t wait, it was eating me up inside. I had to get it out. Besides the exercise will do me good.”

“Don’t. Don’t start with that. You could have called you know, if you didn’t want to say it over the phone I coulda picked you up at least.”

“Well, too late now… you wanna give me a lift to Jason’s? Then you can head off to y/n’s.”

“Yeah, of course. Come on.” He grabs his keys and escorts her to the van.

You had begun dozing off against Jason’s shoulder, when the ring of the doorbell rouses you suddenly. Jason looks down at you confused, before extracting himself by your side, he leaves the movie running while he goes to answer the door.

He sees Chrissy standing there bouncing on the balls of her feet, warming her hands with her breath, he then notices Eddie sitting in the van parked in his driveway glaring daggers at him. He turns back to Chrissy, “Uh, hey what are you doing here? You wanna come in for a bit, you must be cold?”

“Uh no that’s ok, this won’t take long… I just… I had to say… I still love you, Jason.”

“What about Eddie?” He glances over at him.

It was the first time he’d ever actually said the guy’s given name, first time he didn’t have to pause before he said it, first time he’d ever referred to him without any malice in his voice.

“We just broke up, it… it was never going to work between us. He’s in love with y/n… you know that.”

“Ok… so what’s he going to do then?” He looks over her shoulder again back at Eddie.

“Well, he’s going to tell her too. Right after whatever happens here… waiting to give me a lift if I need it.”

“Well, she’s here right now so…”

“Oh, um… I guess both of us should go then? Right, we’ve like interrupted date night or something?” She turns to leave, he stops her with a hand on her shoulder.

“No.”

She turns back, “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I… I want you back. Have since the moment you left.”

“What… what about y/n?”

“She’ll understand… trust me. And you said Eddie wanted to see her… tell him to come in.”

“Are you sure about that… I don’t really see that going too well.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just uh… tell him to be on his best behaviour, ok?”

Chrissy makes her way back to the van, when she reaches the driver-side door, Eddie rolls down the window.

“Well?” He asks expectantly.

“It uh… went well, I guess. Um y/n is here now. Jason said you should come in and talk to her.”

“She’s here now, fuck I should have guessed as much… I mean, why wouldn’t she be with her boyfriend on a Saturday night? Jesus, I’m a fucking idiot. What am I doing?” He palms at his forehead in frustration.

“Did you not hear me, I said it’s going well.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jason is going to take me back. Y/n is going to be single and he’s invited you in to talk to her. That’s something right?”

“Inside his house… ha what so he can see me crash and burn, so they can both laugh at me, while she crushes my heart?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, just give it a chance.”

“You really think it’ll go well?”

“Yes. Now get out of the damn van and get inside.”

When he gets to the door, Jason greets him stiffly, “Munson.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him suspiciously, “Carver.”

“I should… I should probably tell you guys something first. Umm… y/n and I dating was never real… I uhh, I wanted to make Chrissy jealous. Jealous enough that she’d take me back so I got y/n to help me.”

“What? Why would she even agree to that?” Eddie face sets into a frown.

“Well, the agreement was that from the moment, our little thing started from there on out I’d have to be nicer to you…” he nods in his direction, “and to all the other Hellfire members.”

“That seems kinda dumb.”

“Well, it was she thought so too, but I guess she thought it was worth it to protect her friends?” He shrugs.

“So, you gonna go up and talk to her? Sort your own shit out, while the two of us,” He gestures between himself and Chrissy, “can work our shit out too.”

“Uh, yeah sure. Which way am I goin’?” He eyes him suspiciously.

“Just up the stairs, first door on the left. We were just watching a movie.”

Eddie nods and makes his way upstairs.

He opens the door with a shaky, sweaty hand.

“Jason, who was at the door? What took so long?” You ask without looking away from the screen, snuggled down into the covers.

“Uhhh… not Jason…” He stands there awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, the sound of his voice surprises you, head snapping towards him.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing here? Why the fuck did Jason let you in?”

“We need to talk.”

“Yeah, save it. I don’t need any more judgemental bullshit from you… can’t stand to see the way you look at me now… so full of hate.” Tears spring to life in your eyes, you turn away from him.

“No, it’s not like that. Do you really think Jason would let me in if I was here to do that… on that note, I am soooo sorry for what I said to you that day. Words cannot express how sorry I am.”

You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you remember the harsh words the two of you had exchanged, guilt sweeping over you, “I-I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean the shit I said to you… it’s just you really hurt me, and I know that’s no excuse but…”

“No, I get it, I get it… I was just lashing out because I was hurt too.”

“I know… I should have known that dating Jason would hurt you I just…”

“You wanted to make Chrissy jealous? For him? So, they could get back together”

“What… how…?”

“Jason. Jason told me. Told me how it was all his idea, that the only reason you even went along with his dumbass plan was so he’d be nicer to me and the other Hellfire guys. It worked by the way, they’re both downstairs talking it out.”

“Shit… I’m sorry that was a really fucking shitty thing for me to do. I’m sorry you lost your girlfriend.”

“Don’t be, it worked out for me too.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I didn’t really love her… I love you.”

“Don’t.”

“Wh-what?”

“Don’t. You don’t mean that. Did Jason say something? Did he tell you how I feel about you?”

“H-how you feel about me? Y/n, how do you feel about me?” His heart palpitates, his palms sweat even more.

“Don’t play dumb Munson, I… I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can fucking remember…”

He interrupts you with a fervent, teary kiss. You hesitate a moment before reciprocating, melting into his touch.

You break away from him suddenly, “What are you doing Eddie? Why now? I don’t want to just be your rebound while you get over Chrissy.”

“Jesus, I forget how stubborn you can be. I. Don’t. Care. About. Chrissy. I love you. I’ve always loved you… don’t you get that?”

“You’re serious?”

“Of course, I’m fucking serious! Now kiss me again.” He demands.

You pull him back in for another kiss, then all at once you realise where you are. Kissing Eddie in Jason Carver’s bed and you pull away again.

“Um… sorry Eds, but I don’t think we should be doing this here.”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” He giggles, “You want me to take you home? Or we could go to my place if you’d prefer? I’ve got the van downstairs and I think Chrissy will be ok to stay here.”

“Yeah… your… your place sounds good.”

You make your way downstairs to find Jason and Chrissy making out in the hall, you grin and clear your throat.

They snap apart, Chrissy looks away bashfully as Jason looks over to you, “So, how’d it go?” he asks, more towards you.

“It uh… it went well. I’m guessing it went well for you two as well?”

He nods, “Did you two…” he gestures between Eddie and yourself, “… did you tell each other how you feel?”

“Yes, we did.” Eddie answers firmly, “And we’ll be going now.”

He looks to over to her, “You gonna be ok to stay here, Chrissy?”

She nods, looking up at the pair of you, “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll see you guys around I guess.”

“Yeah sure. Let’s… let’s head out y/n. Leave these two to their… reunion.” He smirks.

You nod and follow him to his van.

Seated beside him, his brash music playing softly in the background “So, I guess all of that worked out in the end, huh?”

He grins at you, “It did… in like a weird, roundabout kind of way.” His face twists into a grimace, “Does this mean I should be thanking Carver?”

“Maybe not that far, but I think he’ll be more civil towards you from now on at least.” You shrug. “Anyway, lets get back to your place, so we can have some more fun.”

“Oh, geez… hang on we’ll be there in no time.”

You laugh at his response, “Well someone’s eager.”

“Yeah, yeah we got a lot of lost time to make up for you know.” He waves a hand in your direction.

Before you know it, you’re back in his trailer, Wayne still isn’t home, not due back for another couple hours.

Eddie ushers you inside overly excited, his motions remind you of a puppy, bounding along, looking back at you over his shoulder.

“You wanna… go to my bedroom?” He asks voice laden with purpose.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’d been in his room, nowhere near it, but the air was heavy with expectation tonight.

He continues a little rushed, “We don’t have to do anything, especially if you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with it-”

You cut him off, “Eddie, relax I’ve been in your bedroom a thousand times it’s no big deal… and I do want to kiss some more… if that’s ok with you?”

“Oh, sweetheart that is more than ok with me.”

“Yeah? Let’s go then.”

He grabs your arm, pulling you along all the way. He practically launches himself at the bed and you tumble along after him giggling.

“I’m not going anywhere you know, you don’t have to fall over yourself to get here.”

“Promise you’re not going anywhere?” He pouts up at you, looking at you with those big brown eyes.

“I promise. Now kiss me Munson, like you mean it.”

He dives in kissing you clumsily, messily, but you don’t mind because it’s Eddie… after all this time pinning after him, you were here.

Your hands wander into his long curls as things begin to heat up. His hands begin to wander too, but he pulls away, “I-is this ok?” He gasps breathily.

“Perfect Eddie.” You grab one of his hands guiding it to your breast, “You can touch me wherever you want, ok?”

“You mean that? Like… really anywhere?”

“Absolutely.”

“This… this is your first time, right? I mean…” He trails off.

You know what he’s getting at, “Yes, it’s my first… nothing ever happened between Carver and me… it was never real.”

“And how far do you want to go tonight? ‘Cause I am more than fine keeping it just like this, we don’t have to do more…”

“Eds, relax honestly, look at me.” He looks deep into your eyes, and you proceed, “I am ready to give you anything you want tonight. If that means we go all the way, great. If that means we just lay here making out and groping that’s great too. Just know that I want you too.”

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He gasps.

“So, what do you want Eddie?”

“I want you, all of you… but I’m not… I’m not very experienced… I’ll try to make it good for you. Your first time should be…special-”

You press a finger to his lips halting his babble, “I know, and it will be special because it’s with you.”

“Fuck… ok, yeah…” He groans before capturing your lips with his own once more both yours and his eyes fluttering closed. His hands move to slip beneath your shirt and his calloused fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra for a moment before it releases.

He moves to the front of your chest, sliding his hands between the loose cups of your bra to cup your tits, squeezing them gently. When he rolls over one of your nipples you moan into his mouth. He matches the sound with one of his own, grinding his hips against your clothed core and you can feel the hard line of his cock.

You pull away from him, his lips follow yours for a moment, his eyes snap open searching for yours. You reach down gripping the hem of your shirt you pull it over your head, your bra follows along shortly after. He gapes at your bare chest and you giggle at his expression and tease, “Like what you see Munson?”

“Fuck you have the most perfect tits… can I… can I suck on them?”

“Remember, anything you want.” You answer.

He swoops in, ducking his head, tongue laving at your breasts occasionally pressing sloppy kisses to them. You move to straddle one of his legs, grinding down on it. He gasps against your skin. You tug on his shirt, “Can I see you too, please?”

“With pleasure.” He pulls away from your chest, hooking a hand into the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it away blindly. You run your hands down his now exposed chest coming to rest at his belt-buckle, you look deep into his eyes, “Is this ok?”

“Yes, yes, god yes.” He whimpers.

You unbuckle his belt, undo the zip and slide his jeans down his thighs, eyes locking onto the bulge in his boxers.

You look back up at him, “You got condoms, right?”

“Absolutely, bedside table… by the ashtray.”

You clamber off of him pulling down your pants as you go, you can hear Eddie ridding himself of his own jeans completely. You spot the dusty blue box and pluck it out of the clutter moving back to the bed.

You look at him, both of you left in nothing but your underwear. You hand him the box and he sets it down beside him, “Sweetheart, you’re going to need a little more prep before we get into it.”

“What like… fingering and stuff?”

“Uh, yeah sure… um could I try… eating you out… I really, really like that…”

“Yeah… ok we can do that.” You agree shyly.

He beckons you over, “Lay down for me.”

You take a seat on the bed leaning back lengthways, resting against his pillow.

He crawls up to you, resumes kissing you slowly beginning to trail down your neck. Your eyes close and you whimper in response, he continues further down over your torso until he reaches the waistband of your panties. He pulls them down gently, easing them off of your legs and tossing them aside too.

“So pretty.” He mumbles to himself before diving in and pressing a kiss to your folds.

“So wet too.” He groans.

His tongue moves to lap up your juices and you gasp. He probes your entrance a few times with the tip of his tongue before running it all the way up to your clit. He grins against you when you jolt at the sensation, running a hand up your leg squeezing at your thigh before bringing it to join his tongue.

He spreads your slick over your folds, before slowly slipping two digits into your entrance. He crooks them against your spongy walls and you tangle your hands into his hair again gasping out his name. He groans against you and the vibrations are something else. Your hips rock against his face of their own accord.

You can feel yourself gushing over his fingers, a tension mounting somewhere deep in your belly as he stretches your slick walls with his hand. His other hand comes to press down on your stomach limiting the motion of your hips, but doubling the sensation.

Soon your legs are trembling either side of his head, you tug on his curls firmly. A tingly sensation spreads from your cunt to the extremities of your limbs. You call out his name again as you pulse on his fingers and flood his tongue with your release.

His fingers slip out while you’re coming down from your high and you release his locks. He looks up at you face slick with your juices and his drool, he makes no move to wipe it off. Just grins at you and asks, “Did you like that?”

You pant out, “Jesus fucking Christ Eddie, that was amazing… not experienced my ass.”

“What… I’m not.” He insists.

“Ok, if you say so… but goddamn that tongue of yours is good.”

He chuckles, “Thank you for the review, I appreciate the feedback.”

You slap his arm, “Ok, come on… you think I’m ready now?”

“Yeah… yeah let’s go.” He fumbles for the box of condoms. Pulling one out, he looks down at you, “Now, you are sure about this?”

“Oh my god, Eddie if you ask me one more time if I’m ‘sure about this’ I’m going to slap you in the fucking face… just fuck me already.”

“Ok message received loud and clear.” He surrenders.

He rolls his boxers down wriggling out of them, his flushed, weepy cock bounces out, bobbing between his legs. He tears open the condom and grips the length of his shaft. He lines up the condom with the head of his cock, moving to pinch the tip of it rolling it down over his length smoothly.

You watch every motion eagerly and he gives his length a few pumps with his hand before turning to you, you see him open his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, “I swear to god Munson if you ask one more time if I’m sure, that’s it…”

“I wasn’t, I swear… I was just going to say, I love you and I really hope I can make this feel good for you.”

“Aww, Eddie come here…” You pull him in by the back of his neck, kissing him in earnest and he reciprocates.

He pulls back, “Ok now let me just…” his little tongue pokes out between his teeth as he grips the base of his dick and runs the tip through your slippery folds a few times, fully focused on his motions.

He rests at your entrance, just pushing in ever so slightly before looking back to you, “You ready? It might… it might hurt a little, but I’ll go slow. Let me know if you need me to stop, ok?”

You hum in response, “Mhmmm… I’m ready... and I love you too Eddie.”

Slowly he eases himself into you, inch by inch, you grit your teeth against the slight burn. He drops a hand to circle your clit and the pleasure overtakes any pain. You whimper and moan, as he coos down at you thrusting shallowly, “Look at you taking me so well, such a good girl for me. That feel good?”

You nod biting your lip in an attempt to hold back your moans.

“Let me hear you sweetheart, please… wanna hear all the noises you make.”

You break at his words, whining, “God… fuck… Eddie, please more… faster or something, need more.”

He increases his pace one hand still circling your clit the other moving to grope your tits.

“Yes, fuck… just like that Eddie.” Your walls begin fluttering around him as he groans above you, sweat collecting on his brow, hair hanging in his face, panting loudly.

You writhe beneath him as you spasm on his cock, clamping down on him. His hips begin losing their rhythm and he growls, “Fuck… gonna cum… hngh… gonna cum for you.”

He stills, buried deep inside you and you feel him twitch and throb as he unloads into the condom.

He pulls out and rolls over, collapsing beside you gasping for breath. He removes the soiled condom tying it off and tossing it over the edge of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, breathing out, “Fuck that was good, did I mention I love you? How was it for you?”

You giggle, “Yes you’ve mentioned it multiple times now and it was good for me too, thank you Eddie.” You reach over and stroke his hair, he leans in to your touch.

“So, uh… what now?” He mumbles.

“Umm… I dunno we go out on a date I guess, the usual boyfriend/girlfriend stuff.” You shrug.

“We kinda did this a little backwards, you’re supposed to date before you have sex, right?”

“Well, I think in our case we can make an exception, don’t you?”

“Uh yeah, I’m not exactly complaining I just think it’s kinda funny.”

You giggle, “Yeah and all it took was us dating the completely wrong people for the wrong reasons.”

“It’s where we ended up that counts though. How about we clean up and you spend the night? I can give you some clothes to sleep in.”

“Sounds wonderful.” You grin back at him.

When Wayne gets home, he peeks his head into Eddie’s room to check on him, force of habit by now. He’s a little surprised to see you there, wrapped up with him under the covers all snuggled up.

He decides to leave it til morning, talk to the pair of you properly then. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t see this coming, but he wasn’t sure when Eddie had broken things off with his other girl… or if he even had. He shakes his head, all questions for tomorrow, he needed sleep now too.

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loveandfictionforall · 8 months

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Obsessed with BG3 and I just discovered your wonderful blog! If you’re down, could you please do headcanons for what a date night would look like for Wyll, Astarion, Karlach, and Laezal (I can’t spell her name from memory im sorry 😭)

Aww, you are just so cute! I will try my best, because oh boy, I don't like Lae'zel :D

Astarion

As a very morally grey character Astarion calls a lot of things fun.

He would start a bit more lightly, going out with you to eat something fancy. He will do his usual act, all smirk and suggestive comments until you were laughing, bantering and flirting with each other.

But that doesn't statisfy Astarion. He wants to be unique, because he is unique.

And he begins to lead you through the streets, with one destination in mind - a party for noble people, invites only. But when did this part ever stopped Astarion?

With his silver tongue, a roguish smile and a wink directed at you, he would charm the guards and soon you two could enter.

Absolutely out of place, you were sticking out like a sore thumb.

Soon enough some people were approaching you but Astarion quickly vanished out of sight as he noticed it, leaving you to deal with the mess while he watched in the shadows, observing how you handled it.

If you handled it well, Astarion would appear, lightly groveling and charming you because he now knew that you were capable and intersting enough to keep company with.

If you didn't handle it well? Well, Astarion would watch with a chuckle how the guards took you with them.

Wyll

Maybe you should rather go out with Wyll because he is a true charmer.

Wyll would be half an hour too early, after he prepared everything of course. He would even have some nicely picked flowers there for you, all of them searched and picked by him.

As soon as you would approach, he would give you the flowers, kissing lightly your hand and then blindfolding you to lead you to a beautiful meadow.

A picnic in the dark, in a magical place and with candels everywhere? Exactly. Wyll would lead you to the fluffy blanket, giving you a glass full of wine and gently offering you some fruity sweets.

You two were talking for hours, shoulders lightly brushing against each other, fingers sometimes grazing while reaching for the same thing.

And as the night progressed, Wyll would slowly inch in your direction, so sublte you wouldn't notice it at first.

His body warmth would keep you from getting cool while you two were sitting there the whole night until the first sun beams tickled your nose.

Karlach

A date with Karlach would begin with going to a party.

She loves alcohol and the good mood a party brings.

With good movements she would tease you until you finally joined her on the dance floor and you two wouldn't stop until your feet were hurting so much you couldn't stand up anymore.

Before you would be able to react, she would pull you on her lap or sit down on your lap, whichever you more prefer. Either way, she would lightly massage your shoulders, enjoying the feel of being able to touch you.

After some time you two would leave. Karlach would lead you to a nice, cozy inn, renting a room for you but don't worry, nothing would happen if you were too drunk.

Instead Karlach would rather wrap her arms around you, tugging you close to her while she slowly drew lines with her fingers. She would ask a lot of questions, maybe even a kiss or two would happen but if it did, it would lead to a full blown makeout scene.

Lae'zel

Lae'zel would never call it a date, since Githyanki are very forward and no nonsense. She would rather call it, that you two were preparing for another battle.

She would traing with you, attacking you fiercely and without hesitation. If you are able to keep up with her, she would approve more and more until Lae'zel would straight up kiss you and ask to sleep together.

There would not be much romance but if you did good in any way on any topic, she would appear every so often and request a strict training with you which would lead to sex.

Caring is not really in her nature but sometimes she shows some rare kinds of caring when she wraps a wound of you.

Nevertheless, her missions and her race is the most important thing for her and will always have her priority.

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micromoon · 2 years

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Breaking point

Pairing: Steven Grant x afab!reader (mentions of Jake Lockley x fem!reader and Marc Spector x fem!reader)

Rating: 18+ (minors, DNI!)

Warnings: established relationship, you know about all the moonboys and they know about each other as well, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, a hint of degradation, jealousy, power imbalance, Steven being a little mean and a cocky and jealous ass(is that considered a warning?), possessiveness, have I mentioned?; jealousy, deep throating, face fucking, spanking, a tiny little bit of double penetration, a tiny hint of humiliation kink?, a teensy tiny bit of angst

Summary: Steven is sick and tired of always being seen as the weakling of the moonboys, being pushed around by everyone around him. He is pent up and wants to let loose and just for once, he doesn't care about the consequences.

Disclaimer: I do not have DID, so if my depiction of it is wrong, please let me know! This is my first time writing after almost three years and im not a native speaker either, so please have mercy on my poor soul

Word count: approax 7k

It's been weeks since you actually got some time with Steven. Since you worked from home, you always had the opportunity to see all of them equally and even though Jake came out rarely, nowadays it's Steven you're missing to see. Whenever he comes back from work, Marc is fronting, telling you how Steven was too tired and just needed his time. You always respected it when the boys needed their space, but after almost three weeks you began to miss him more and more.

Of course, Jake and Marc did everything to distract you, in more than just one way, loving you, holding you, fucking you. Fucking you well. And often. It seemed to blow off the steam you had inside of you, the desire and yearning you felt for Steven, your eyes wandering to the mirror more than often, asking yourself if Steven was watching right now and if he enjoyed it.

You had no idea that he indeed watched. With a clenched jaw, his gaze hard and stoic, no emotion seen in his usually soft features. You writhed and squirmed so beautifully whenever one of them took care of you, your body flushed with lust and your eyes hazy with tears. They just seemed to always hit the spot, which Steven was able to as well, but he did it so lovingly that it never made you cry from pleasure. It made you shudder and shiver, made you smile and sigh, but not downright scream or moan, just how you did whenever you were with Marc or Jake.

And that made him jealous. More than he actually wanted to admit – because how did that sound? He was jealous of his alters, those who looked just like him but weren't him, in so many ways. It sounded stupid to him. Why didn't he just do what they did to you?

Because that wasn't him. Steven didn't have any anger boiling in his chest, nothing he had to release, it was always the same.

But since Donna decided to get to an even higher level of bitchiness, he knew it wouldn't take long for him to absolutely explode. It seemed like she just went to work to nag at him and boss him around, which he tolerated for way too long. The constant mocking of Donna paired with the jealousy of his alters finally got to a point he wasn't able to ignore anymore and so he decided, that it was time to finally blow off some steam.

“Would you, for once, do your god damn job, Steven? Stand by the shop and just shut up, no one wants to hear about your nonsense ramblings of the seven Ennead.”

Donna's annoyed voice reverberated inside of Steven's head, her voice reminding him of long nails dragging along a chalkboard – the noise absolutely hideous, ringing in his ears. He gulped. He could feel his blood pressure rising, just like it did all those days before, white noise slowly forming in his head, successfully drowning out Donna for a few seconds. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Nine, Donna. They are nine.”, he pressed through gritted teeth, sighing exasperated as he just shook his head at her ignorant behaviour. She huffed, chewing on her gum obnoxiously, “Seven, nine, whatever. I don't give a shit. What I give a shit about is how many of those sweets you'll sell, so get to fucking work or I'll make you do inventory again.” And with those words she disappeared from Stevens sight, making him roll his eyes as he lightly leaned back and took a deep breath.

“Just three more hours..”, he muttered to himself, gripping the little package of sweets so hard that it actually ripped. His eyebrows furrowed, visibly displeased with himself as he crouched down and collected the sweets, catching a glimpse of his own reflection, Marc staring back at him.

“You look pissed”, he hummed, amusement dancing in his eyes as Steven glared at him, “Oh yeah, I actually am pissed, Marc. Do you want a price for figuring that out?”, he asked him back, his voice snappy which caused Marc to chuckle darkly.

“Damn, you really need to get your dick wet again. I can see the tension in your shoulders”, Marc commented, making Steven roll his eyes once again, but at Marc's next words, he stilled.

“Y/N misses you too, you know.”

Steven looked right back into the mirror, something changing in his eyes as soon as Marc mentioned you. There was desire, lust, but first and foremost – yearning. He yearned for you, so insanely much, but formerly, he felt so ashamed that he wasn't able to make you squirt or cum the way Marc or Jake were able to.

But that was over. Today he knew he was able to make you scream his name, only his, and not Marcs or Jakes. He was sure that tonight, he'd make you forget about both of them, only him occupying your mind and body.

“I do too. Tonight you won't be fronting and neither will Jake. No discussion about that.”, he said sternly, before standing up again and throwing the sweets into the trash, giving Marc no chance to answer and finally getting to concentrate on the task at hand: work.

While Steven was at work, you already finished yours. You cleaned the apartment, doing it all in one of Steven's shirts. You laid down on the couch, Steven's scent filling up your nostrils, causing you to lightly press your thighs against each other.

God, you missed Steven's tender and soft touch. You missed the way he caressed you, made love to you. He was different from Marc and Jake, that was obvious from the start, but that was exactly why you loved him. Even though you always had a feeling that he was holding something back, hiding something from you that he didn't want you to see. Whenever the two of you made love and he grabbed you a bit too harsh, he apologized as if he broke his aunts favourite porcelain, which always caused you to blink in wonder.

Was he afraid he could hurt you? Didn't he see how rough the other two were with you and how much you were able to take? Or did he not trust you enough for that?

You didn't know. But god, you wanted him so bad. You wanted him to lose his temper just once, so he was able to release all his stress at once. The thought of Steven getting dominant with you, manhandling you and pushing you into the positions he wanted caused your pussy to throb in need.

You took a deep breath, before putting your middle finger into your mouth to lightly suckle on it, pressing your thighs a bit harder together, to get even the slightest bit of friction to your clit.

When you deemed your finger wet enough, you pushed your hand underneath your panties, spreading your legs widely as you slowly started to circle your clit, imagining Steven's voice and touch. Slowly you started to move your hips against your hand, your fingers slipping between your wet folds as you circled your entrance once, collecting some of your arousal to spread it all over your pussy.

“Fuck”, you moaned, rolling your hips more and more, your other hand sneaking underneath Steven's shirt to play with your nipples and when you noticed that it got too hot, you took the shirt off and mindlessly threw it away.

You knew it didn't take long for you to cum, always having been rather sensitive, especially when it comes to your clit and just when you thought you could come, there was this noise.

Usually, you'd just continue, but not when you heard that sound. It was the familiar bell sound you set as the messaging sound for your boys. So you took your hand out of your panties, grabbing your phone and unlocking it.

Your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw who exactly send you a message, a giddy feeling spreading in your tummy, something that made your pussy throb even more than your fingers did just now.

“I can't wait to see you tonight, my dear. - S”

The smile that spread all over your face was out of this world and you immediately sat up, forgetting about the orgasm you almost had and just focusing on the message.

“Me neither, Steven. Please come home quickly.”, you sent back, quickly standing up and hopping underneath the shower. If you were desperate for his touch, you were absolutely certain that he was dying for yours. So without thinking twice, you made yourself ready, putting on the body lotion you knew Steven loved and a plain shirt – knowing that he was the type to prefer you absolutely naked.

But in your rush and excitement, you actually didn't notice how you didn't grab Steven's, but Marc's shirt.

Of course. Just when Steven's shift ended, it had to rain. But not the soft rain, no, it was pouring, wetting him to the bones and making his clothes cling to him uncomfortably. Quickly he hurried to the apartment complex, adamant to get inside fast.

“For fucks sake”, he growled underneath his breath, shaking his head right before stepping into the entrance hall. It was so quiet that it was audible how much he was dripping, the floor underneath him getting slippery and squeaky.

Steven opened the door to your shared apartment. Firstly, it was just his, but after a few months of dating you decided that living together would be a good thing. Especially as you wanted to get to know all of his alters individually, in a space where all of them felt safe enough to talk and be the way they really were.

You heard the door open, your body immediately moving as you walked towards the living room, where he just came in.

“Hey Steven!”, you smiled all happily, about to run to him, but you stopped yourself when you took a better look at him.

And immediately you noticed how something was off. He didn't greet you with the usual chirpy voice of his – very much the opposite, he just stared at you. In disbelief almost. Your eyebrows raised as you looked him up and down. Something about him looked different too. His whole demeanor was not how you were used to it, he stood differently, his back straight and his eyes harsh on your face.

No, not your face. He looked at your body.

A little insecurely you looked down at yourself, fearing that you had a disgusting spot on it from snacking, but when you noticed that there was nothing, you looked back up at him. You tilted your head to the side, stepping a little closer to him reluctantly. Was that even Steven? He didn't look like Steven, nor did he ooze the aura Steven usually had.

“Marc?”, you asked, your voice a little meek as you didn't know what to do out of his reaction – or well, the lack of it.

“Maybe Marc's who you wanted and expected, but no, it is indeed me, Steven.”, he clarified, his British accent thicker than usually, his hair dripping from the rain outside. His words kind of stung in your heart. Why did he say that? You never favored any of the boys over the other, you loved all three of them equally.

“Why would you say that?”, you asked him now, your voice a little thinner than usually and he just huffed a bit, taking off his bag and running a hand through his soaked hair. He looked at you as if it was obvious why he said it, something almost mocking glimmering in his eyes. He took his jacket off and hung it in the bathroom, before coming back to you, his shirt clinging to his toned torso, making him look deliciously buff.

You hated how your pussy clenched at the thought of his soft skin underneath your palms. You were just getting lost in the thought of his hands on your body as he suddenly cut you off with his voice, the question you asked just moments ago almost forgotten.

“Why are you wearing his shirt then?”

The question hit you like a brick. Slowly you looked down at yourself and realized that he was indeed right – you wore one of Marc's favorite shirts.

Not that it was a very big kind of deal, but you noticed already that he always somehow ushered you to wear his clothes when he was fronting.

Was that an ego thing?

You didn't know, but the way Steven got so possessive, no, downright pissed already, because of you wearing Marc's shirt sent shivers down your spine.

To say that you were a brat was an understatement – you had a lot of fun teasing Marc and Jake, only with Steven you never were able to bring yourself to do it, as he was always so sweet and gentle with you.

But this Steven? He was different. And so your inner brat was sparked.

“I just took the first I saw”, you tried to defend yourself, a tiny pout on your lips, trying to make yourself look more alluring and innocent to him, as much as it was possible.

Usually your big puppy eyes always made Steven cave in, but not this time. He looked at you as if your little attempt on calming his nerves didn't even touch him. Slowly he walked up to you, his gaze piercing through you almost as he raised his hand.

The way he looked at you, his whole form still wet from the rain and his aura so dark and intimidating – it made the air around the two of you thicken, the tension rising more and more, leaving you absolutely speechless. Your heart stopped beating for a moment, you were so insanely curious what he'd do next, there was nothing you could expect from him right now as he wasn't how he usually was.

But you were ever so sure that he'd caress your cheek now, saying that he'd understand and that it was a stupid thing of him to get so mad over, but no.

You couldn't be further from the truth.

Because Steven's other hand raised as well, grabbing right into your collar to rip the shirt that you were wearing to pieces.

A loud gasp left your mouth, your eyes almost widening comically as you looked down at yourself, stripped absolutely bare as the little pieces of fabrics fell on the floor, leaving you in your panties only, as you never wore a bra at home.

The sound that left Steven's mouth was amused, the corners of his mouth twitching up as he watched his little artwork.

“'Atta girl, that I like better”, he'd smirk, his eyes meeting yours as his own glistened cheekily. You were still absolutely shocked by the display of sheer power and dominance, standing there like a little deer caught in headlights.

It made Steven chuckle, the sound deep and raspy, making goosebumps rise all over your skin.

And even though you thought this was insanely hot from him, one wasn't as turned on as you.

“What the fuck Steven?! That was one of my favorite shirts!”, Marc protested loudly, his face being seen in the mirror that stood in the living room.

Suddenly, the amused look of Steven vanished within seconds, Marcs appearance annoying him immediately. Steven's eyes met Marcs and with a light huff, he rolled his eyes.

“Grow up, mate.”, he told him, “It's just a shirt. Now get out of my face.”, he demanded, grabbing his rubiks cube and shamelessly throwing it against the mirror, making it shatter and fall onto the floor.

You watched all of this shocked, but you didn't dare turn around to the mirror. You were sure that if you did, you'd anger Steven even more. And something told you that you didn't want to anger him that much.

Finally, he looked back at you, his eyes immediately changing as they were filled with lust. He only needed to look at your bare body, so vulnerable right in front of him. It was enough to get him going, his cock already starting to get hard.

“Get on the bed, love.”

He didn't need to tell you twice, within the blink of an eye you were on your shared bed, your panties already clinging to your core.

When he followed you, you expected him to join you on the bed, lay you down and eat you out, because this was what he always did. He always cared for your pleasure first, made you come multiple times before even thinking of taking something from you.

So without even thinking twice, you made yourself comfortable, laying down with your head on your pillows and your legs spread. But when Steven entered the room and saw the way you lied there, he couldn't help but chuckle.

“If that's an invitation, I must decline.”, he told you matter off factly, as he slowly took his watch off, not even sparing another glance in your direction. His response to your vulnerable position shocked you, but what shocked you more was the electric feeling that was sent to your pussy as soon as he downright refused you.

It sparked something in you, wanting him to want you even more than before. You squeezed your legs together, a small whimper leaving your mouth as you leaned forward and closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him.

“Steven, please”, you tried with the sweetest voice you could muster, but Steven didn't even react. At least not the way you wanted to.

He looked at you, his expression still as amused ever as he lightly tilted his head to the side.

“The headspace of us three has some benefits, did ya' know that, love?”, he suddenly started to explain, as he walked towards the bed, taking long and slow steps.

“For example the thing that we're able to hear whatever our alter is hearing if we're close enough to fronting.”, he continued, his eyes raking over your form, his gaze stopping at your lips for a moment, before he looked right into your eyes.

Finally he raised his hand and put it on your cheek, gently caressing your bottom lip with his thumb, as he looked at you almost apologetically.

“So all your begging that you do to Marc and Jake is nothing new to me”, he told you as he was talking to a little pet that he had to teach wasn't able to get what it wanted by just looking cute.

His words left you speechless. Begging was something that made Marc and even Jake cave in eventually. If that wasn't working with Steven, what to do now?

“But-”, you wanted to protest already, but he shook his head, immediately shutting you up without even having to say a word. What was it about this cocky Steven that made you speechless without any effort?

Maybe it was because whenever you talked back to Jake or Marc, both of them reacted the same – loud, explosive almost. Their punishment was immediate, they even announced it beforehand. But you had a feeling that Steven wasn't that way. His anger was quiet and seething, he was one to strike when you least expected it.

And you had no idea if you were able to handle that today, after being apart from Steven for so long.

“Today you'll be a good girl for me”, he suddenly started, his thumb slowly pressing down on your bottom lip so you'd open your mouth. He forced his thumb inside of you, his eyes darkening immediately as he felt the warmth of your mouth.

“Because if you won't, you'll regret it heavily.”, he said, his words almost cutting through the thick air that was collecting in the whole room. The tension was unbearable and it made you melt, made you putty right in his hands even though he didn't even touch you properly.

“Okay Steven”, you breathed out, your lips curling around his thumb as you gently began to suck on it, causing him to smirk.

“Oh no, you shouldn't waste your stamina on my thumb”, he told you, before slipping it even deeper into your mouth to make you gag, the cheekiest grin on his lips. It made your eyes water, but not only because of him pushing his thumb so far down your throat, no. It was because he was belittling you so much too.

“Get on your knees”, he suddenly instructed you and without thinking twice, you slipped from the bed and right between his legs, attempting to open his pants and yank them down immediately, but Steven stopped you just when you wanted to pull them down. “Easy there, tigress. I told you to get on your knees and nothing more. Didn't I tell you, you should be a good girl today?”, he asked you as he looked down at you. The position made who was in charge here painfully clear and so you gulped lightly, your hands on your lap now as you nodded.

“Sorry”, you hummed quietly, but Steven had nothing of that. He grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him again, his eyes sharp.

“Proper sentences, love. Might as well use them for as long as you can.”, he said, the grin on his lips more then audible. His dark promise made you gulp once again and your pussy throb, your eyes focused on his, as you opened your mouth:

“I am sorry, Steven. That won't happen again.”

He nodded at your words, before letting go of your jaw as his eyes were still on you.

“Now get my cock out and get it nice and wet, yeah?”

You didn't need to hear that twice as you straightened your back and opened his pants, reaching right into his underwear to pull his cock out. You almost moaned at the sight of it, your mouth salivating as you put it into your mouth.

Steven's reaction was immediate, there was a loud sigh leaving his mouth as he lightly bit down on his lip.

“God fuckin' finally, 's been too long love”, he muttered darkly, his eyes focused on you as you licked over his tip, your hands working on the rest of his cock.

You did your best to please him, stroking him the way you knew he loved it and sucking right underneath the tip of his cock – knowing that it would drive him insane. You were so sure he was far gone already, his head tossed back and his adam's apple bobbing up and down all quickly.

But when you looked up, you were only met with his dark and lust-filled eyes, you were genuinely surprised. You thought he was already losing himself, but no he hasn't even budged a little bit. But that didn't dampen your spirits, quite the opposite, you instantly sat up a bit more and took a deep breath through your nose.

As if Steven was able to feel what you were about to do, he raised his eyebrow at you, the corner of his mouth lightly twitching up as he tilted his head to the side.

“Oh?”, he hummed, as you looked deeply into his eyes and put your hands on his meaty thighs, squeezing them softly, before starting to swallow his cock fully, making you gag and your eyes sting with tears.

The moan that ripped from Steven was loud and genuine, his head tilting back for a moment as your nose hit his pelvis. His hair tickled your nose for a moment, but you didn't mind, you held your position as you never looked away from his face, loving how his cheeks finally dusted in a slight red.

“Fuck, you're swallowing my cock like a little slut”, he suddenly hissed loudly, which made you almost gasp, your throat tightening around his length as you looked up at him wide-eyed. Usually Steven never called you names, he only ever praised you, calling you his goddess and his good little girl. But this, this was new from him. The dirty words paired with his British accent almost sent you to overdrive.

Steven licked his lips when he felt how you reacted to his words, his eyebrows raising. “Oh, do you like to be called my little slut?”, he asked you, a taunting lilt to his voice, his eyes twinkling dangerously. “Of course you do. Look at yourself, taking my cock so deep down your throat that you gag and cry”, he continued with his crude words. “But this, this isn't a proper reason to cry yet”, he hummed deeply as he put his hand on your cheek, keeping you from pulling away.

“Remember, three hard pinches on my thighs if you need to tap out”, he reminded you, a sliver of the Steven you knew shining through, but when you nodded at him, it was gone as quickly as it came, his eyes darkening again.

“I want you to take what I am giving to you now without any complaints”, he suddenly said before he leaned forward, making your back meet the end of the bed, your neck on the mattress now. You had a premonition for what was about to come and when he put his foot on the edge of the bed, next to your head, you were sure that he wanted to do what you thought he'd do.

“Im going to fuck that pretty little face of yours now.”, he smirked, his voice all deep and lust-filled. He felt like he was on a high, the way he was able to dominate and overpower you so easily made him feel absolutely euphoric. He looked down at you for one last time to catch you nod for a moment and then he started to move.

When he said he was about to fuck your face, he really meant it. The way his hips snapped into your mouth was ruthless, his moans loud and unabashed. His balls met your chin over and over again, his smell was surrounding you like a thick layer that was slowly coaxing you to lose yourself.

All you could breathe, taste, smell and see was him, rendering you motionless – only able to take what he gave you over and over again. The way he was fucking your face shouldn't have turned you on the way you did, but you couldn't help yourself, all of Steven turned you on in this moment, even if he was a little mean to you.

So without being able to fight it, you put one of your hands between your legs, trying to ease the ache between your legs while the other hand held onto his thigh.

“Bloody hell this is absolutely fantastic!”, he groaned, his eyes rolling back as the sounds of your mouth doubled his arousal, “Your throat was made for fucking, even if you're gagging like that, you're still taking it, taking all of my thick cock”, he hummed all pleased, his eyebrows furrowed as he got lost in the pleasure that your hot throat provided, your tears running down your face without a break.

It didn't take long for you to struggle with your breathing, your eyes rolling back as the lack of oxygen slowly got to your head, making you feel light-headed, even your fingers on your cunt stopping to move and just when you thought you'd faint, you were suddenly pulled back.

Steven's hand was around your throat as he pressed you into the mattress, his cock right in front of your face, your nose touching it. He panted, his face red and covered in sweat, one droplet of it running down his neck.

“My my, little one, who said you could just tap out like that?”, he mocked you, his voice a little hoarse as he sounded slightly out of it and you were the cause of it. It made you smile all dazedly, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. “Could never”, you croaked out, another tear falling down your cheek which he caught with his thumb, wiping it away almost lovingly.

“Mhhm, you're right. I'm not done with you yet either.”, he smirked, suddenly grabbing your body and pulling you up only to hoist you back on the bed.

You had to regain your composure as you turned around because what you saw almost made you salivate yet again.

There he was, looking absolutely fucked out, with his damp hair slicked out of his face. But something annoyed you – he was still fully clothed.

“Steven”, you whined, your lips all red and swollen from him fucking your mouth, “Please, your clothes”, you continued, your gaze meeting his, “Please take them off, I wanna see you so badly”

Your words made Steven smile, all drunk in pleasure as he slowly put his hands on the hem of his shirt, taking it off of his body, revealing his muscled torso and the delicious happy trail that lead to his cock. He didn't say anything as he took his pants and underwear off as well. You could tell that he let off some steam by him fucking your throat that roughly. It eased you, as it loosened the tension a bit.

“Happy now?”, he asked you and you nodded all eagerly, already getting on your knees to get to the edge of the bed to maybe be able to touch him. But he beat you to it, coming closer and allowing you to touch him, your hands running over his pecs, down to his happy trail that you loved so much.

“Missed you so much Steven”, you breathed out shakily, leaning to his chest to press a kiss there, “So fucking much”, you added and suddenly you could feel both of his hands on your cheeks to pull you up and kiss you deeply.

“I missed you to bits as well, my dear”, he hummed against your lips, “But I missed fucking your cunt as well”, he added cheekily, biting down on your bottom lip before tossing you on the bed again, turning you around and grabbing you by the back of your knees to pull you on your knees.

“And now I am going to take what I wanted for so long”, he grumbled, not noticing how he aligned you to the mirror, a devious smile on his lips.

“Yes please, take me.”, you mewled, lightly swaying your hips from left to right. His calloused hands followed the line of your thighs, up to your hips to grab your panties and rip them off of your body. You could only gasp, but the action was long forgotten as he spanked your ass once.

He spread your cheeks, leaning down to watch your pussy which was absolutely ruined by your arousal. It spread so much that even the inner of your thighs were wet.

“Fuck, love,”, he groaned, “Did me fucking your face turn you on that much?”, he asked you, slapping your core once, making you whine loudly.

“You look like you wetted yourself”, he noted, a devilish chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Still gotta prepare that hole of yours, otherwise Imma rip it”, he hummed deep in thought, pushing two of his fingers inside of you without even thinking twice. You gasped loudly, gripping the sheets tightly as you moved your hips in sync with the motion of his fingers.

“Feels so good Steven, mhh, please”, you moaned loudly, your cheeks getting all warm already. He didn't wait long to scissor his fingers inside of you as he got impatient himself, just wanting to finally be buried inside of you, so without further ado, he added a third finger.

When he deemed you stretched out enough, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, slapping your hole once and smirking at it and the sound it made as well.

“Absolutely perfect”, he complimented you, before spreading your arousal all over his cock. He pumped himself once, twice and then he stopped as an idea came to his mind.

It was quiet suddenly and for a moment you thought there was something wrong, so you looked over your shoulder, your eyes furrowed in worry. But when you saw Stevens heavy-lidded gaze, you gulped a bit.

“'s your safe day, innit?”, he asked you, the words slurred and you knew exactly why. It was one of Stevens favorites. Creampies.

“Hmm, yeah, I am. Just put it in, please”, you hummed, arching your back so your pussy was even more bared to him.

“Fuck me”, he growled underneath his breath, aligning his cock to your entrance, slapping it once before he pushed into you in one swift motion.

It made both of you moan in unison, both of your eyes rolling back at the familiar feeling of his cock inside of you and your pussy around him.

“Fuck”, you moaned, holding onto your sheets tightly as Steven went at it at an alarming pace. He didn't waste any time, it was obvious that he missed the tight grip of your pussy as he was fucking into you like a mad man.

This was something you definitely weren't used to, especially from Steven. He usually made love to you, took you gently and tenderly. But nothing about his thrusts was gentle or tender this time. They were ruthless and unforgiving, not giving you any time to cope as he grabbed your hips harshly, pressing you all close to his pelvis whenever he pushed his cock into you.

It felt like he was using you as his little cock sleeve, chasing after his own high and pleasure and somehow, that wasn't a problem to you. It actually made you feel on fire, the way he was so into you and crazy for you that he couldn't even hold back anymore and just took what he wanted.

As his thrusts were so rough, you almost saw stars when he finally angled himself so he was able to hit that delicious spot inside of you. The scream you let out was shattering and you were sure that the neighbours would file a complaint against the two of you.

But you couldn't care, not right now, not when he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

“Yes! Fuck, Steven, just- right- right there!”, you stuttered loudly, your eyes rolling back as you pulled a loud laugh from the man behind you.

“Right there my puppet?”, he growled lowly and you nodded, his hand hitting your behind once more, making you gasp out loud. The whole bed moved with his movements, your temperatures increasing more and more.

Suddenly you could feel how he grabbed the back of your head by your hair, pulling you back and revealing your face to the mirror that was in front of you.

“Fuck, look at her, she's such a whore”, he grunted deeply, “Looking absolutely fucked out while taking my cock”, he grinned widely and wouldn't you feel like your brain was being fucked out, you would have noticed the way he wasn't talking to you.

He was talking to Marc and Jake, who where watching the two of you going at it like animals, both of them absolutely speechless.

“Now I finally get why you're so adamant on treating her so roughly, fuck, she absolutely loves it!”, he declared all delighted, his eyes twinkling before he let go of your hair, letting you crumble down like a house of cards. If it wasn't for the grip of Steven's hands on your hips, his cock would have slipped out, but of course, he couldn't let that happen.

“I am able to fuck you so good too, right, my love?”, he asked you, his voice heated and you could only nod, chanting “Yes yes yes, you can!”, without being able to think of any other answer.

It was satisfying enough for him to make clear to the both of them that he was able to fuck your brains out just like the two were able to.

While he fucked into you, he looked down at your cheeks, loving how they moved with every thrust of his and suddenly, he got an idea.

He knew you enjoyed your asshole being played with, since the day he rimmed you once and you almost came immediately.

“Spread your cheeks for me”, Steven suddenly demanded from you. Your hands instantly flew to your cheeks, grabbing them and spreading them apart to show him your rimmed hole.

Steven couldn't help but smirk, slowly licking his lips before gathering all of his saliva to spit it right on your rimmed hole. You moaned softly, your ass wiggling in anticipation.

He took one of his hands from your hips, licking over his middle finger before putting it on your puckered hole, circling it and causing you to scream almost.

“Oh my god fuck, fuck Steven!”, you cried out loudly, feeling your orgasm approach immediately.

He could tell by the way your walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock tightly, causing his high to come as well.

“Yes, just like that, squeeze my cock”, he grunted deeply as he still fucked into you, feeling how his balls tightened as he was about to cum, but not before you came.

So he slowly slipped the tip of his middle finger into your asshole, that paired with his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again, made you fly face first into one of the most body numbing orgasms you ever felt in your life. Your vision turned white as you screamed out his name, your cunt still being used by his cock as he rode out your orgasm.

Suddenly he took his hand away from your abused hole, grabbing your hips tightly to give you a few more harsh thrusts, before spilling all for what he was worth inside of you. With a loud and dark moan he filled your insides absolutely white, leaning over you and kissing your shoulder, while still being deeply nestled inside of you.

The both of you were out of breath, panting and trying to regain your power as Steven pulled out of you and rolled beside you, laying on his back now while you were still on your stomach.

It was quiet between the two of you, but to your surprise, it wasn't uncomfortable. You finally understood why he was acting like that and just now you realized that he talked to Marc and Jake when he took you from behind.

There was a tension coming off from Steven, even though there was no trace of his anger anymore, but you could only assume that it was because of his behavior. But you wanted him to know that there was nothing to feel bad for, so you tried to inch closer to him to kiss his lips.

“I love you, Steven”, you whispered against his lips, causing him to bite down on his own for a moment.

“Wasn't I too rough?”, he asked you now, a tiny hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Not at all”, you immediately gave back, “You can't ever be too rough on me, Steven. You know I love all of you, even your mad side”, you assured him, “Besides, I doubt I ever came this hard in my life, so please, don't worry about it.”

That made Steven cackle lightly, his eyes twinkling mischieviously.

“Thank god, because I doubt that I can go a long time without fucking you like this.”, he told you now, before getting up and curling his arms around your body to hoist you up.

“But now you'll take a loo, we'll shower together and then we'll get comfortable with some snacks, yeah?”

“I'd love that a lot, Steven.”

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #smut #steven grant smut #marc spector smut #jake lockley smut #oscar isaac

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merakiui · 10 months

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Oh, pretty please consider writing a little story about the whole trapped in a room and you only get out with having sex. Like, maybe some twst boy that's been absolutely dying to get their grubby hands on you and just keeps going even though the door's been unlocked!!!! Gods, your post always get me!

My first thought was Azul because,,,,,, he’s so fun to insert into these concepts. orz but consider!!!!! Azul’s trying to get you to sign a contract and somehow he’s cornered you in a room, the door slams shut and locks, and now the two of you are magically trapped. In the midst of bickering over whose fault it is, words on the wall dictate a very clear, albeit highly embarrassing, message of what must be done in order to leave. In short, both of you must have sex if you intend to get out of the locked room.

Azul insists there are other ways, all red in the face and huffing. If someone (you) would have taken him up on his generous offer, he wouldn’t be in this situation. But then if he hadn’t chased you down in his very pathetic desperation, neither would you. T-T your phones don’t work either, so you can’t call for help and no matter how loudly you scream or knock on the door no one comes to rescue you.

So Azul decides that patience is key and you’re inclined to agree. The room can’t stay locked forever, right? Perhaps this strange curse will wear off with time? No offense to you, Azul explains, all haughty and arrogant, but he’s a businessman first and foremost and he has no interest in you or whatever you might offer below the belt (he’s lying). Of course just as he’s spouting this nonsense, as if the room intends to spite him, suddenly your and his clothes vanish and now you’re stuck in your undergarments. The glare you send him is so sharp it could maim. So much for “not being interested in what’s below the belt.” Now the two of you have no choice but to see one another showing more skin than you’d like to see.

The two of you spend more time arguing than strategizing. You try nearly everything to escape, even the most outlandish attempts, but nothing works and you remain stuck. So you decide to get it over with before Azul drives both himself and you insane with how much griping he’s doing.

“Please just cooperate. I’ll even sign an NDA if you want,” you beg, firmly pushing him down on the bed that’s conveniently been waiting ever since the door locked. Azul’s a sputtering, sweating, blushing mess; it’s almost silly to witness his silver tongue tied in knots. “You don’t even have to put it all the way in. The words on the wall never specified what truly counts as sex.”

He intends to complain again, but you’re straddling him and he’s left stupidly speechless as he stares up at you. He’s anxious because this is the one situation he can’t be smooth in, nor can he effortlessly predict and prepare for. There aren’t any strings to pull, but maybe he can take advantage of having you all to himself for however long this intimacy is meant to last. He doesn’t want to look foolish in front of you, but then he’s so infatuated that he might as well be a fool. And isn’t this what he’s always secretly hoped for?

Azul shrugs off his uptight inhibitions and gives in. But it’s only for the sake of leaving the room, he insists over and over despite having came inside you three times now and he’s balls deep and you’re weeping and moaning beneath him; and suddenly the two of you are tolerating one another. :) the door unlocks by the fifth round and your clothes appear, and the carnal sex comes to an end. The both of you leave the room in relief, but the states you’re in are disheveled and exhausted. You’ll both agree to never discuss this with anyone and go your separate ways. At least that’s one thing the two of you can agree on.

Ever since then, Azul keeps a closer eye on you. Just in case…

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #azul: we will never have sex >:(#the locked room: are you sure about that? 🤨

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hannahmanderr · 6 months

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Ooh, the full everlasting trio with kiss 29 or 21?

~ 21. "we'll face this together" kisses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sam figured there'd be some tears shed on the day of Danny's coronation.

She just hadn't been expecting them to be Danny's tears.

It was only the three of them in the wing, waiting for Danny's cue to enter the throne room. His crying had been so quiet at first, it had taken her and Tucker a long time to notice. Too long, in her opinion.

"Whoa, whoa," Tucker said. They were by Danny's side in an instant. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Danny sniffled and wiped a tear away. "I'm fine," he mumbled. "Don't... just don't worry about me."

"Fat chance, ghost boy." Sam grabbed his hand. "It's your coronation, you should be, like, over the moon."

"I am!"

The look she and Tucker gave him communicated their clear disbelief.

"Seriously, D. Just talk to us." Tucker grabbed his other hand. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's okay."

Danny took a deep, shaky breath. Silent tears still ran down his face. "It's nothing, I swear. Just... I'm being stupid. It's not a huge deal."

"If it's a huge deal to you, then it's a huge deal to us."

"And don't," Sam said, cutting off Danny as he opened his mouth to retort, "go apologizing for making us worry or whatever nonsense. We love you, of course we're gonna worry about you. Deal with it."

That earned them a weak smile from the soon-to-be king. "I was gonna say I don't want to make it a huge deal..."

She and Tucker exchanged a glance. True, they couldn't read each other's minds, nor could they read Danny's, but many years of friendship and now more equipped them with the experience necessary to deduce what he was on about.

Sam smiled, soft and gentle, and leaned in. Tucker did the same. They planted simultaneous, feather-light kisses on either corner of his cheek. When they pulled away, he stared at them with wide green eyes.

"What was that for?" She didn't think she'd ever get over how cute his look of confusion was every time.

"You're not gonna do this alone, you dork," she said, delivering a playful punch to his arms.

"We'll walk right up there with you, and if those stuffy eyeballs get mad about it, you can just tell them off. You're gonna be in charge after all," Tucker added with a cheeky grin.

Danny laughed, albeit hollowly. He looked back and forth between the two of them. "I just don't know..."

"And you don't have to. That's why we're gonna be right there by you, no matter what. So you'll always have someone to fall back on."

The corners of his lips twitched upward.

"Your Highness? They're ready for you."

Danny breathed in again. "You guys promise?" he asked in a hoarse whisper, squeezing their hands.

Sam squeezed his hand right back. Somehow, she knew Tucker did too. "Of course. Not that I can talk for Tucker, but of course I promise. With all my heart."

"And mine too!"

"... Okay." He exhaled, blowing bangs out of his eyes. "Okay. Yeah. I've got this."

Tucker made a buzzer sound. "Nope. Try again."

That finally got a true smile out of Danny. "Fine, whatever," he said with a playful roll of his eyes. "We've got this."

They entered the throne room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a blurb or draw a sketch!

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23 : 59 PM — NA JAEMIN

pairing || bad boy!jaemin x good girl!reader

synopsis || the best way to scare people this halloween is to make everyone afraid of their deepest secrets being revealed. that's exactly what the anonymous gossip column is doing. every night at 23 : 59 PM, a huge secret is exposed to all, starting with the notorious bad boy, na jaemin. you can only hope you'll get through the month safely, but halloween fast approaches, and so does jaemin.

content || female reader, reader is a virgin, mild bullying, the setting is pretty unrealistic, no smut but sexual references.

word count || 6.2k

author's note || for @underworldnet’s halloween event — day five : midnight.

Happy Halloween!

Or should we say unhappy?

It looks like this month is going to be the most frightful you’ve ever seen!

What better way to scare your sorry souls this Halloween than to reveal all of your deepest and darkest secrets?

That’s right! Every night at exactly 23:59PM, we’ll reveal a secret that will wreck the body of this sorrowful campus and cover its walls with the blood of rage.

No one is safe from our watchful eyes.

So, you best watch your behaviour or you might find yourself in the headlines, starting with our notorious bad boy, Na Jaemin.

Turns out, the bad boy isn’t as bad as he seems. A little bridie tells us that he’s never dropped his pants for anyone despite what he likes to make you all believe. The truth is: Na Jaemin is, in fact, still a virgin.

You didn’t pay much attention to the message before you went to bed last night, but it’s a hot topic as soon as you step outside of your room.

Paying attention to the anonymous gossip column was something you rarely find yourself doing but you’d be lying if you say it didn’t spark your interest now.

Especially when the campus has turned into a hotspot for chaos overnight.

You never doubted that Na Jaemin is the most talked about student on campus but this really surprised you.

His name falls from the lips of every person you pass.

“Can you believe it?”

“What a fake!”

“I don’t blame him for lying but did he really want that kind of reputation?”

“I don’t know, I kind of like the fact that he’s still a virgin under all those layers.”

“Please, you actually believe that crap? The column is just looking for attention. There’s no way he’s still a virgin.”

There they are again.

People are always judging others for things that had nothing to do with them. So what if he’s a virgin? So what if he isn’t?

It’s not anyone’s business but his own.

But you know pretty well how much the people on this campus love to get involved in other people’s business.

And you blame the gossip column for it.

It existed since you arrived at this institution and long before that. Some rumours even said it was part of the school newspaper in its early days before technology had advanced.

It held no purpose other than to entertain, to keep people talking and gain numbers.

It had its rises and falls but it somewhat frustrates you that to this day, the majority of students and faculty here are more concerned about meaningless gossip than grades.

You sigh and shove your earphones in. A random song plays as an attempt to avoid the gossip. It’s not that you’re immune to gossip, you enjoy your share of it but what was the point in revolving all of your attention around gossip?

Now is the time to focus on studying, not on so–called secrets which likely have no evidence to back them.

Most of the nonsense the anonymous column came up with is either hearsay or exaggerated truths for the sake of attention. And the audience are dumb enough to buy into it.

Countless couples broke up, staff members lost their livelihoods, students failed their classes.

Gossip reaches every nook and cranny of this campus and it ruins lives, whether the gossip is true or not.

You enter your classroom and everyone is buzzing.

It doesn’t take you long to realise why.

At this point in the semester, attendance is always at its lowest but the room seems fuller than you’ve seen before.

Because he is in this class.

Not that he attends every lesson like you do. Na Jaemin is far from a diligent student but even you see him every now and then.

Because unfortunately, he sits next to you.

You settle into your seat and pull out your textbooks. The teacher still hasn’t arrived but you prepare while pulling out your earphones. And you regret it immediately.

“The two virgins are sitting together.” A classmate says, and a large number of the rest burst out into laughter.

A chill comes from the blood running in your veins. Yet, at the same time, your body feels hot.

“I bet he’ll drop out. I’d never show my face again if I was him.”

Do they ever stop talking?

It wouldn’t surprise you if those people are the same people running the column, finding joy in ruining the lives of others.

And what’s worse is that you’re sure the people saying these things are the same people who acted all buddy with Jaemin the week before.

Is being a virgin really that bad?

“I have nothing against virgins but don’t lie about it,” one of them says, and the voice belongs to someone who’s tormented you in the past for what they supposedly have nothing against. The hypocrisy stirs a fire in your belly. “What are you going to do if he comes in?”

The thought provokes you.

What exactly can they do other than talk about him?

You doubt he’d turn up at all but even if he did, they’d all cower at the sight of him.

Virgin or not, he’s still a guy to be weary of.

They could call you names and throw paper with insults written on it at you, but would they dare do it to him?

You don’t want to be here to find out if they do. God knows what would happen to them.

“Alright, settle down!” your professor enters. “Enough of the chatting and more of the opening books.”

The first half hour of the class flies by.

It’s quiet save for the nonstop whispering at the back of the room. It irritates you that they’re still talking but at least you can no longer make out their words.

You’re busy scribbling notes to keep up with your professor who is a little too fast for your liking but you can always fix your notes in your free time.

You’re so invested that you’re only pulled from your focus when the room turns completely silent.

If it was quiet before, it’s a complete void now.

A pin would be too afraid to drop in this silence and it’s as if everyone stopped breathing.

You realise why when you look up.

Na Jaemin has entered the room.

The whispers start up again when he meets his chair, the chair right next to you and you almost cringe when he drops into it.

He doesn’t even get out his textbooks or a notepad or even a pen.

He just… sits.

The professor notices but he doesn’t say anything and you’re glad. Just get the lesson over with and get out of here before it blows like a ticking time bomb.

Like always, the whispers turn to chatters towards the end of the lesson. Only a few people are paying attention and Jaemin is still staring daggers into the chalkboard.

You shift in your seat as discreetly as you can before finishing up your notes. And when the class is done, you’re about to pack your things away when you feel something hit your shoulder.

The crumpled piece of paper bounces onto the desk in front of you.

It’s been a while since you receive one of these and you know you should pick it up and toss it straight in the bin. But as much as you want to avoid the shitty things people say, you still open it up.

In bright red, it reads: VIRGINS.

Along with other curses and vulgar comments.

Well, there’s no avoiding it anymore.

You’re now lumped in with Na Jaemin.

Or is it the other way around?

You don’t have time to process your feelings before they are snatched away by Jaemin along with the piece of paper. He doesn’t hurt you when he does, but he certainly startles you.

Whipping around, you follow his tall frame as he marches to the back and shoves it into some random guys chest. The face that was previously riddled with a menacing smile is now filled with fear as Jaemin towers above him.

“The fuck are you playing at?”

“Hey!” someone else shouts, catching the attention of the professor. “You just hit him!”

“I barely touched him,” Jaemin laughs. “Wanna explain why you wrote this?”

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

Jaemin swallows silently.

“Enough of that!” The professor finally arrives at the commotion. He yanks at Jaemin who gives in and lets go of the guy.

Everyone else pours out of the room for the sake of avoiding being in the firing line.

Your professor looks at both guys expectantly, waiting for an explanation. When he gets nothing from them, he turns to you, who probably should have left by now.

“YN, care to explain what happened?”

“They… they threw a ball of paper at us.”

“Fucking snitch!” the guy starts but Jaemin is shoving him against the wall again, and the professor is prying him off.

His words hit you like an arrow. You’re not a snitch. You’re simply telling the truth. And telling the truth will get you out of this mess.

Or so you thought.

“I want you all back here at the end of the day.”

“What for?” the guy huffs.

“Punishment. You can clean out my cabinets for almost causing me a heart attack.”

You’re certain school violence is supposed to go through proper procedure but you don’t say anything. You don’t want to be called a snitch again.

“Back here at the end of the day. All three of you.”

“W–why me?” you ask. “I didn’t do anything.”

Jaemin has grabbed his bag and storms out of the classroom, leaving a waft of his cologne travelling up your nose. And the other guy is ready to leave, too.

He mutters another snitch on his way out.

The look on your professor’s face makes you too afraid to protest further so you swallow grimly and leave the classroom with the reminder to come back.

As expected, you’re the only one who turns up.

And your professor left you to spend his free time in the faculty room while you clean out the old cupboard and reorganise his bookshelves. You don’t know how long it’s been but you quickly feel exhausted and take a break.

When you check the time, you inwardly groan upon realising only twenty minutes have passed.

If only the other two were here, then the job would get done much quicker. But having them together again doesn’t seem like the best idea. You heard they got into it again at lunch.

You’re about to attack the dusty pile of books with a feathery duster when you hear the door open.

“Did you want these moving to the cabinet at the back? I figured since they don’t get used it might be good to move them and free up some… space.”

You trail off when you see Jaemin entering the room instead of your professor.

Biting your lip, you quietly turn around and continue cleaning them. You hear him drop his bag on a random desk and his scent hits you before the sight of him does.

He could probably tell you’re avoiding him but it doesn’t seem like he cares.

You carry on, not letting his presence shake you. Picking up a pile of books, you start walking to the back of the classroom but the dark–haired boy steps in front of you. You heart skips a beat — is he going to confront you about what happened this morning?

Is he going to call you a snitch, too?

You wince slightly as he moves closer but to your surprise, he simply takes the pile of books from you.

And you, being too nervous to comprehend what he’s doing, hold on to them tightly.

“Give me the books.” He says, simply and effortlessly.

You’d be lying if you said his voice alone doesn’t make you quiver.

“I… I can carry them myself.” You pull them back to you, feeling the spines hit your stomach a little too eagerly. But he doesn’t let up.

“Just give them to me.”

A scoff escapes you before you can stop it and he’s taken aback. You don’t think you’ve ever scoffed so loud before. And it would be your luck exactly to have done it at Na Jaemin.

You think he might scream at you, or even hit you.

But when you look up at him, you can’t find it in you to be scared. Even with a bruise blooming on his cheekbone, his face is too calm, too pretty to feel afraid.

He’s somewhat…relaxing.

Is the boy in front of you really him?

You shake your head a little too obviously and he passes you a weird luck.

The thoughts escape from you. You’ve never been on friendly terms with him and you’re not planning on starting now.

He pulls at the books one more time and your hands slip from the bottom of the pile. Your apparent inability to pass books to someone leads to them falling out of Jaemin’s loose grip and onto the floor between you.

You’re not looking at him but you can feel the way his eyes roll to the back of his head in annoyance.

You sigh and immediately start piling them up again, straightening the pages that got bent.

There’s a little vigour in your efforts, slamming them one on top of the other. You hope he can tell you’re frustrated. If only he didn’t get involved, you would be on your knees picking them up and inspecting their damage.

He left earlier. There was no need for him to come back.

But still, he crouches next to you with a deadpan face and helps you pick them up again.

It’s silent and awkward, but he breaks the tension.

“You can say something, you know.” He sighs, almost as if he was expecting you to speak.

“I have nothing to say.”

“Everyone has something to say.”

You’re quiet for a moment. “You mean about the gossip column?”

His silence is your answer. And your confirmation that what they said is true.

“I guess it’s a little frustrating,” you confess after a while. “All the times you used to tease me for being a virgin when you were one all along.”

He stops and remain silent with his head hung low.

“I’m sorry.”

It’s your turn to be taken aback. The last thing you expected from him was an apology.

“I was an ass. I still am. I shouldn’t have said all those things to you. I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you and you feel enamoured by his gaze. His black hair makes his eyes darker. But you find some warmth in them.

“Why?” you blurt out.

“Why… what?”

“Why did you say those things?”

He shrugs. “They say the things you hate in others are the things you hate in yourself.”

He’s taken the books and places them at the back of the room while you dwell in thought.

Jaemin hates you?

Because you’re a virgin, just like him?

It doesn’t make sense.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.” You say.

“Maybe not in principle. But reality is a whole different story.”

He’s not wrong. There’s nothing wrong in the essence of being a virgin, but at this kind of school with this kind of campus, every single trait about a person can and will be picked at.

Even the most precious thing a person can have can become a fatal flaw.

You both continue to clean quietly, finishing quicker than you expected with little chatter between you.

“You shouldn’t listen to what others are saying,” you tell him as you leave together. “They only care about making others feel bad just so they can feel better about themselves. They’ll have forgotten about you tomorrow.”

“I don’t take it to heart,” he explains. “I don’t feel hurt or anything. But I feel angry. And when that happens, I can’t keep my hands to myself.”

“Maybe you should try therapy.” You suggest. “There are lots of ways to overcome anger issues.”

“Are you diagnosing me, Doctor YN?”

“No,” you grin. “It was just a suggestion.”

He chuckles quietly, so quiet that you only just catch it and it causes a flutter in your chest.

You never thought you and Jaemin would be smiling together but here you are.

“Shall I… walk you back to your house or something?” he asks awkwardly.

“No, it’s fine,” you say.

“You sure? It’s getting dark.”

“It’s not far, I promise.”

“Which way are you walking?” you point in your direction. “Me, too. Come on.”

He’s already speeding ahead of you and your calves begin to burn from catching up to him but he keeps the speed up all the way to your house.

“Hm, we live pretty close.” He says.

You thank him for walking you home safely, but not for the unexpected leg and cardio workout. Waving goodbye, you close the door and run to the nearest window, hiding behind the curtain as to not show you’re watching him.

He’s already set off on his own path, disappearing into the dull evening.

As you expected, the talk of Jaemin has since disappeared and everyone is now talking about the janitor who was caught having sex with a member of staff in the storage closet.

Evidence was provided to the faculty and they were both sacked by the time you arrived.

It’s only day two of the month. To think there are twenty–nine more days of this…

Jaemin enters the class late as usual, but also a little earlier than usual.

The class goes by as normal but you’re distracted the entire time. You can’t stop thinking about yesterday.

When you look, his bruise has faded a little bit but when he catches you staring, you bury your head in a book again.

The hour passes by in a second and you feel you’re about to explode from embarrassment so as soon as the bell sounds, you’re running out of the classroom away from him.

But to your dismay, he follows you with eagerness.

“YN, wait up!”

You have no choice but to slow down now that everyone is looking. He catches up and you look at him expectantly.

“Is there something you need?”

He’s wordless for a minute, rubbing the back of his neck as if it would push the words out of his throat.

“I, uuhh… I was thinking, maybe you could help me with some work?”

“Oh… what work is it?”

“A lot of it, actually.”

“I mean, I spend most of my time studying so I don’t know if I’d have a lot of time to help you.”

“We… we could study together.”

You sigh. “You can always ask your professors.”

“They don’t give me the time of day,” he says. “Besides, it’s not for long. It’s just so I can start getting the hang of things and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“I…” can’t say no.

“Please,” he urges you. “Just for a few weeks.”

“Okay.”

The weeks passed and you find yourself spending more and more time with Jaemin. And although people give you weird looks, no one is saying anything anymore.

He’s a lot less frivolous that you imagined. He started turning up to classes more punctually and met with you on time for each of your sessions. There isn’t much to it other than revising the content from the classes you share together.

He’s a quiet person. He doesn’t have a lot to say but he likes to ask a lot of questions. You wonder why he doesn’t do the same during class.

And most nights, when he doesn’t have other commitments, he takes it upon himself to walk you home.

Upon getting to know him, Jaemin is far from the person you once knew him to be.

Meanwhile, the gossip column stood true to its word — be it members of staff having affairs or students giving indecent favours to teachers for good grades or even someone secretly being a millionaire, there’s something new to talk about every day.

Some of the stuff turns out to be true, the rest of it laughable. You wonder if one day your name will appear in the headlines. It’s a distasteful thought — you can’t think of anything you’ve kept a secret that would be notable to the column but still, no one is safe.

Even you and Jaemin had fallen into the habit of discussing them at the end of your study sessions. While you walk out of the library together, a rumble sounds from your belly. A really big one.

He snorts with laughter and you could melt into the ground from embarrassment.

“Hungry?” he asks.

“I feel like my stomach is about to grow arms and legs just to find some food.”

“Good. I know the perfect place.”

And that is how you end up with Jaemin dragging you by the hand into a cosy diner.

The woman behind the counter smiles upon seeing him.

“The usual?” she asks.

Jaemin holds up two fingers. “Two.”

She nods upon spotting you with him and glances down to where your hands are connected. As if by force, you unclasp your hands and follow Jaemin to an empty booth.

“Do you come here often?”

He nods while collapsing on the other side of the table.

“I used to come in here, shouting and trashing the place for years.”

“She must be fond of you.” you say with a hint of sarcasm.

“Not until I stopped doing all that. Now I come here every weekend with my mom.”

Cute.

He tells you more about his mom and how she used to come to this diner all the time when she was younger. Jaemin felt ashamed to have disrespected a person his mother loved, and so began his journey of change.

He fascinates you in every way imaginable.

“Good to see you getting your head down, Jaem.” The owner says as she delivers two plates of burgers with fries and two chocolate milkshakes and she winks at you. “Don’t let him get out of line.”

“Thank you.”

She returns behind the counter and you can’t hold back from eating any longer.

“Is there a reason for it? The way you acted?” you ask with a mouthful of burger.

“People said it from the beginning. They labelled me as the bad boy when I was just a kid doing stupid things. And being the kind of kid I was, I kept on doing those stupid things. It got worse. I needed to live up to that name. I needed attention so I forced people to pay attention to me. I called them names, I stole their money, I even hit them.

But it was never enough.”

You chew on your fries slowly.

“But my mom changed jobs a while ago, so she had more time to spend with me. She realised how bad I actually was and she’s helping me to be better. I stopped fighting people. Well…I tried to. I stopped taking money, I stopped the namecalling. And I realised, it’s not so bad when people don’t pay attention.”

“How do you mean?”

“I’m sure you know. Life is so much easier when people don’t look at you, when they don’t talk about you.”

You know that all too well.

All these months, Jaemin was trying. He was getting better and you didn’t notice. No one did.

You can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for him when the gossip column posted. He must have felt so at peace until everyone was paying attention to him all over again.

“It feels weird saying this but I’m proud of you, Jaemin.”

“What for?” he chuckles.

“I don’t know. It must have been difficult for you all this time.”

“I can’t always be the bad person.”

He bites into his burger quietly. It seems this is as far as he’s going so you continue eating with him.

“Can I ask you something else?”

He nods.

“Why are you telling me this? It all sound so… personal. And we’ve only known each for a few weeks.”

He pouts his lips in thought and sips his milkshake.

“I’ve never had any real friends,” he says. “But I always thought, if I ever had a friend, I’d want it to be you.”

“Why?” you giggle. “I’m sure there are many better candidates.”

“There isn’t.” he says simply.

He’s not a man of many words, as you can tell. But it feels comfortable.

You’ve finished your meals and are lost in a completely different conversation. Now you’re talking and giggling about the dumb things some teachers have said.

You’re clutching your stomach when a group of loud customers come in. You recognise them immediately.

Jaemin’s demeanour also changes with yours as he looks over your shoulder and spots them.

It’s the same group of people who threw that ball of paper at you and Jaemin.

And they’re making their way towards you.

“Look who it is! The two virgins are on a date.”

They burst out into laughter and you feel your skin burn.

Jaemin is seething but it’s nothing compared to you.

Bothering you in school is one thing, but humiliating you in public?

You can’t stand it.

You were having such a nice time.

You’re half–expecting them to piss off Jaemin to the point where he’ll attack them again but he remains calm. He looks you in the eyes with a softness you’ve never seen before.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks.

You nod and begin scooting out of your seat but when you do, you turn around to a loud commotion.

The other guy has Jaemin by the collar.

“Where ya going, buddy? Leaving so soon?”

Jaemin doesn’t say anything, but his fists are gripping tightly onto the other guy. You can tell he’s trying to not lash out, his limbs are trembling ever–so–slightly.

You can hear the owner shouting, there’s a waiter heading over to stop it from escalating but before you know it, you’re grabbing your half–finished milkshake and tossing it onto the guys back.

Everyone gasps, you included and Jaemin stares at you in what look like awe, but also shock.

“What the hell?” the guy flails around trying to get the cold, thick liquid off of him.

Before anyone can tell him it was you, you grab Jaemin’s hand and run out of the diner.

“I’m sorry!” you yell.

To the guy, to Jaemin, to the owner? You’re not quite sure but you’re running fast and Jaemin keeps up with you easily.

You don’t stop until your lungs are about to give out.

Both of you bend over, heaving until you catch your breaths.

“Didn’t know you were the type to hit and run.” Jaemin says.

“Oh, god,” your entire body cringes. But you also feel like you’re floating. “I think I’m having an adrenaline rush.”

Your heart is elated and there’s a strange spring of pleasure surging through your body.

As terrifying as it was, you could do it all over again.

“You’re good,” Jaemin rubs your back and you wonder how many times he’s done something like this before. He must be used to the rush of excitement. “It’ll pass soon.”

When your limbs begin to relax, he places his jacket over your shoulders and guides your lower back to start walking.

It’s dark and he doesn’t move his hand until you arrive at your door.

“Feel better now?”

You nod. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“Trust me, it’s not the worst thing you could have done.”

“It sure feels like it, though.”

He passes you a gentle smile.

“Why did you do that?”

You bite your lips. “It just felt like the right thing to do…”

And you didn’t want Jaemin to end up in another fight.

“Thanks… for saving me, I guess.”

“If running away is what a saviour does, then I will proudly wear my badge of honour.” You grin.

“I’m serious. It must have taken guts for you to do that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you stand up to someone.”

“I can’t always be the good person.”

He smiles a charming smile, one that is also filled with pride.

“I’m becoming good, you’re becoming bad. It feels like the world is turning upside down.”

“It does,” you grin. “But I like it.”

“Let’s crash their party.” You say as soon as you sit in your seat.

The classroom is empty save for Jaemin who arrived before you.

“You want to crash the halloween party?” you nod eagerly. “Who are you and what have you done with YN?”

“I’m serious,” you whine, crossing your arms and pouting. “They deserve it after last night. We should teach them not to mess with us.”

You almost feel like a bad influence on him which is ironic because anyone would think it would be the other way around.

“Okay. Say we crash do their party, what’s the plan?”

“I don’t know… pour salt into their punch and steal all of their snacks?”

His head drops as he laughs and you feel disheartened that you can’t see him smiling when he covers his lips.

“I can still hear you laughing even when you try to hide it, you know?”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “But…wow… salty punch and no snacks… that will definitely ruin their party.”

“Then what’s your plan?”

“I never said I was on board with this plan.”

“Come on,” you pull at his arm playfully. “We don’t need to hurt them. Just ruin the party. We can even wear masks so no one knows it’s us.”

He inspects your face and you take advantage of him by employing your puppy eyes.

“Please…”

“…Fine. But I’m choosing our costumes.”

“Great! Let’s make a list of all the things we can do.”

You about to scribble down your plan but Jaemin’s warm hand encompasses yours.

“Not now,” you follow his eyes to the group of students entering. “Meet up after school?”

“I’m studying tonight.”

“Meet me at the diner? We can study and make the plan after.”

You nod with a huge smile.

“It’s a date.”

Very little studying had taken place in the following days. Your main efforts were spent avoiding the group of bullies with Jaemin and the rest went into your incredible plan to crash the party.

It feels so rebellious. Simply walking into the house of the people who want to beat you and Jaemin to a pulp.

But no one knows who you are thanks to the inconspicuous costumes Jaemin chose.

You’re wearing matching white sheets with black sunglasses. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the outfits weren’t the best choice for all the tasks you had tonight but you feel a sense of pride walking around with him like this.

Everyone looks your way, mutters a cute and turns the other away. Thankfully, nobody asks who you are and even the guy you threw a milkshake on is tipsy and wanders over to the two of you to say “cool costumes.”

You try to blend in while sticking together. The costumes definitely stand out but it’s Halloween so no one questions it.

The two of you make it to the kitchen safely and wait for the few partygoers in the to disperse before heading over to the punch.

Jaemin is on lookout while you pull the bag of salt from under your costume and empty it into the bowl of punch.

You use the ladle to stir it in until no one would be able to question the fact that there’s a distasteful amount of salt in there.

“Done?” Jaemin asks, body towering over you.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Now the snacks?”

He nods curtly and you grab a bowl before stuffing it under the whisp of your white sheet. Jaemin does the same and you both scurry out in a fashionable manner. The plan had changed since you would have easily been caught walking out of the house with huge bowls of pretzels and chips so instead you find a dark broom closet and hide them in there.

You make two more rounds before all the snacks are gone completely.

Now onto Jaemin’s part of the plan.

You quickly grab a carton of milk from the fridge and toss it to him and he slips out into the garden. You weren’t sure this part of the plan was necessary but he said it would work.

He’s back inside and walking towards you emptyhanded.

“We are going to get killed if anyone finds out it was us.”

“Relax. Nobody saw, right?”

You shake your head. “I still don’t see the point in it. It’s October. No one will go outside, let alone in the pool.”

“Not yet.” he mutters and you can hear him grinning under his sheet.

He waltzes over to the wall with the thermostat, jamming to the music and when you’re sure nobody is watching, you nudge him as a signal.

He’s dragging you away a second later.

After successfully increasing the temperature, you continue with the last few items on your list to make the party all the less enjoyable.

The temperature rises and so does your heart rate.

Any minute now, somebody could notice things going wrong.

You hear people complaining about the temperature and somebody goes to turn it back down. But it’s not enough. The door to the garden is open and everyone spills out. You even hear people splashing into the pool and then—

“Hey! Who poured milk into my fucking pool?!”

You and Jaemin glance at each other, seeing your reflection in the sunglasses.

He grabs your hand, connecting you sheets and you’re pushing through the crowds of drunk partygoers. It’s hot and sweaty and you can barely breathe under the sheet.

You think you’re heading for the door but Jaemin leads you upstairs.

It feels even hotter when he pulls you into a bedroom and locks the door.

“Jaemin…”

“They would have known it was us if we walked out straight away,” he explains. “You don’t mind, do you?”

You pull off your sheet and shake your head.

“it’s fine.”

You collapse onto the bed and Jaemin joins you.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You nod. “A little scared but tonight’s been fun. Thank you for doing this with me, Jaemin.”

“I couldn’t let you do it by yourself.”

You hum in response, letting your body succumb to the exhaustion. Who knew causing trouble could be so draining?

Jaemin’s hand slips into yours naturally and you both lie there. It’s quiet at first, the only sounds coming from the party downstairs and the ruckus in the garden.

But after a while, you begin talking. Gasping and giggling at all the things you did tonight and making an escape plan. An hour passes and you decide it’s time to finally leave.

Jaemin helps you put your sheet back on, and your sunglasses and you do the same with him.

You stick your heads out of the door at the same time, looking both ways to ensure nobody would catch you. And then you’re speeding down the stairs to the front door.

Only, when you get there, it’s guarded by a buff guy inspecting everyone as they pass through.

“Jaemin…”

“It’s fine,” he assures you and pulls you the other way when you reach the bottom of the stairs. “I’ll find a way out.”

You’ve entered the living room where a crowd of people are dancing. As you look around, you notice people are looking at you.

“We need to blend in,” you say. “We look too suspicious.”

Jaemin’s covered head darts in every direction and notices the attention on the two of you.

He slowly starts moving his body and you do too.

“I don’t know how to dance!” you hiss.

“Neither do I,” he whispers, body close to you. “Just keep moving, it’ll look like we’re dancing.”

You do as he says and wiggle your limbs awkwardly to the beat of the music.

Minutes pass and your muscles ache but it feels quite fun. You can hear Jaemin chuckling at your terrible moves and you poke him for laughing to which he laughs even harder.

You’re lost in the moves and laughter until you feel a vibration in your pocket. As does Jaemin. And everyone else in the room.

You check your phone and Jaemin checks his. It’s hard to read when you’re peering through two slits in a sheet and sunglasses but your heart skips a beat upon reading the message:

While our props go to the worst party of the year — seriously, who made that punch? — the most shocking about it is not the salty punch, nor the absence of snacks, nor the godawful playlist.

You may have spotted two adorable little ghosts floating around the party all night and while they’re far from terrifying, it seems they’ve been up to nothing but trouble. Especially in the bedroom.

Looks like our two virgins aren’t virgins anymore.

What a way to end the month! Make sure to pat their backs on they way out ;)

Happy Halloween, ladies and gents. We’ll be back soon.

#✧ jella writes #✧ jella's fics #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #na jaemin x reader #nct jaemin x reader #nct fluff

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alottiegoingon · 25 days

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hc! first date & movie nights with van

van palmer x fem!reader

summary: first date with van and my personal movie related headcanons!!

pls let me know if i made a mistake, it's my first time writing for a non binary character and i dont wanna mess it up <3

warnings: van is non binary!!, established relationship and marriage (you lucky bastard), slightly domestic life at the end, cursing, no crash but huh..., reader and van being two awkward idiots at first, spoilers of movies i guess?, all the girls are friends, fluff, english mistakes and not proofread

- of course that your first date with van consisted in going out for movies and you were both SO excited!!

- you knew that van had a tough relationship with their mom and instead of going to their house to pick them up, they showed up at your door wearing a blue windbreaker jacket over a striped shirt and brown cargo pants, holding a vhs with a collection of vhs with movies that reminded them of you <33

- safe to say that you were both sweating like crazy and giving each other awkward smiles or saying nonsense just to fill the silence

- sometimes you or van would say the stupid shit ever. while waiting in line for tickets, a bunch of teenage boys walked by you carring footballs and van said "boys always have balls with them, don't they?"

- "what?" you ask, pursing your lips to avoid laughing like crazy

- "nothing."

- van would always be willing to have the entire movie theater experience and i think they would be happy to buy some popcorn and a lot of sweets if you liked it. but ever since their teenage years to adulthood, in movies like a quiet place, they would buy absolutely no food to avoid noises and would give people the death stare because they were chewing too loud (so right)

- either way, van wanted everything to be special and didn’t want to sound like a movie freak. surprisingly, this once the movie didn’t matter. it wasn’t the main attraction. you were.

- you chose primal fear with richard gere, trying your best to impress them. besides it was a crime thriller movie thing and if you ever get scared, you could ‘innocently’ hold their hand for reassurance

- obviously, van guessed the plot halfway the movie but didn't want to ruin it for you. in the last 30 minutes of the movie, you look at them with an invested look, whispering "i bet that aaron is a liar, he acts too innocent!" while nervously shoving more popcorn into your mouth

- van already knew that. but seeing you so focused on something they loved so much and actually excited about it made their heart melt "what? no way!" they try to sound surprised and do their best to pretend that they don't believe your theory.

- (they were so proud!!)

- "i can't believe you didn't saw that coming! it was so obvious, van!" you tease them as soon as you left the room, non-stop talking about the movie

- "shut up." but they didn't mean it. they were happily listening to your words and smiling the entire time, not being able to look away from you :(

- you and van went out for a milkshake after the movies and were discussing that first scene of scream where casey's boyfriend is tied up on a chair by ghostface. "that poot guy didn't even stand a chance!" you excitedly say as you sip on your chocolate milkshake. "it must be an awful day to die."

- "maybe you should tie me up!" van mutters with a sly smirk, knowing too well that it would made you blush

- you gasp, jaw dropped and pinkish cheeks while you tried to cover their mouth by leaning yourself from across the table

- standing in the porch of your house, van had their hands on your waist and your palms touch their face while you share your first kiss. you were both really nervous but their lips were so soft that you immediately felt relaxed. you could even taste the strawberry.

- when van and the girls would watch movies together, van would always beg to be the one to pick and make sure that it was the perfect choice. of course that perfect meant something longer than 2 hours and with a lot of social commentary or something considered weird. in horror, thriller or serial killer movies like scream, van and misty would be detective partners together and would probably figure what was going on in ten minutes and ruin it for everyone else

- (deeply believe that van would love the lobster in 2015 and would be happy to explain to you all of their theories or techniques used in the movie and why is it so good even though you were suspicious that they only watched it because of rachel weisz. you wouldn’t understand much but were always happy to hear your spouse talk about things they loved)

- that doesn’t mean that they don’t like some cheesy romcoms or something silly like but i’m a cheerleader or the duff. they were SO obsessed with biac when it came out and couldn’t stop talking about it for MONTHS!!

- “shit, shauna! that girl looks exactly like you!” nat gasped when all the girls decided to watch the movie with van knowing how much they liked it and how good it was for lesbians at the time. shauna rolled her eyes while everyone was laughing and chattering about how she was hilary’s lost twin or something

- “come on, you gotta choose!”when they finally agreed to watch the entire twilight saga, that was your first question as soon as the screen of your tv turned black. they had to choose between jacob or edward and you wouldn’t take no for an answer

- “are you serious? those movies are ridiculous! they are so unrealistic and stereotyped.” van adds, slouched on the couch. "and that weird baby looks exactly like rosemary's baby!"

- you and van lived together after getting married, duh, and every friday was considered movie night. van would close the video store earlier and you would run to the couch with big buckets of popcorn and cozy blankets

- “i know…” you can't help but giggle at the thought of that weird thing they used for renesmee. you also knew that your partner was right. but still, you needed an answer. you had spent hours of your day watching all of that nonsense and what hurt would do if they chose a side?

- “ok, fine.” they groan, wanting to make you happy despite all of their hate for those movies. “edward.”

- “yeah!” you celebrate van's choice, grabbing a bunch of popcorn with your hands. “i hate jacob, he’s so manipulative!” you add

- “okay, okay. don’t get all excited.” van gives you a death stare but you know that they don’t mean it when their lips are begging to curl up in a smile when seeing you excited. t hey disliked the movies, sure, but even though the movies and books were terrible van would always be happy to be near you all the time even if it meant to watch those stupid things.

- "that plot twist in the last movie was good. i'll give you that." and you smile at their attempt to compliment the movie and make you happy

- “but i don’t care about edward. i just don’t like wolves.” van shruggs and you look at themwith furrowed eyebrows. “what? why?”

- “i just have a bad feeling about them!” and you laugh.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #van palmer x reader #van palmer #liv hewson

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gunilslaugh · 9 months

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OHHHH I have a good angst/comfort request!!

Can you do one where the reader over hears their boyfriend (xdh) talk badly about themselfs, either to a friend or just to the mirror

I LOVE comforting Insecure boys smm if your comfortable with it thank youuu it’s so fun reading your content, take your time u work so hard <3

I'm glad that my content is fun to read. I try my best :)

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Summary: You overhear your boyfriend, Xdinary Heroes member, talking badly about themselves. You can’t let them believe that those things are true.

WC:1.4k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

“My muscles are losing definition. I need to work out more or else I’ll look awful,” you overheard Gunil uttering to himself as you walked past the bathroom. Gunil is a person who cares about their muscles. You know this even his fans know this, but you didn’t know that he thought he would look “awful” without them. You don’t know where he got this bogus information from, however you surely aren’t going to let him believe it. You went and sat down on the couch, waiting for Gunil to come out of the bathroom. A few minutes went by before Gunil returned from the bathroom and joined you on the couch.

“You know you’re more than just your muscles right?” You questioned, turning to face Gunil.

“You heard what I said?” Gunil sighs. You place a comforting hand on his knee.

“I just happened to be walking by,” you informed him. Gunil nods. “The point is your muscles are great, but you’re just as amazing with or without them. You don’t need them to look good. They are not what makes you attractive,” you told him.

“Are you sure?” He asks. His eyes are so full of doubt that it pains you.

“Of course I’m sure,” you pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you,” he tells you, sinking into your embrace. You hold him tighter.

Jungsu

“No, I can't go out to eat. I'm on a diet. Our comeback is coming up, so I need to lose a few pounds,” Jungsu tells whoever he is on the phone with. “I know it seems like I’m always on a diet, but fans won’t like it if I gain weight. I’ll be ugly,” he continued. You should’ve just walked away. Eavesdropping isn’t good, but you couldn’t believe the nonsense you were hearing.

“What do you mean you’ll be ugly?” You started as you entered the room. Jungsu quickly hung up the phone.

“I- I…it- just. How much did you hear?” He stuttered out very flustered.

“Enough. People who truly support you don’t care if you gain some weight, Jungsu,” you told him, grabbing his hands.

“You know how weight is when it comes to idols,” he murmurs, staring down at his feet. You step closer to him and reach your hands up to cup his face.

“You’re very beautiful Jungsu. There’s nothing wrong with being a healthy weight,” you smiled up at him. Your thumbs caressed his cheeks. “I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise,” you voiced seriously, yet it earned a laugh from Jungsu.

“Thank you, seriously thank you,” Jungsu thanked you, bringing his own hands up to cup your face. The two of you giggle with your hands still cupping each other's faces.

Gaon/Jiseok

“I don’t know, I feel like they deserve a better boyfriend than me,” Jiseok’s voice rang in your ears. You were about to surprise him at the studio. What could Jiseok possibly be talking about? “Being an idol with a busy schedule doesn’t make for an ideal boyfriend. I can’t always spend time with them or I don’t know, but I don’t feel like I can’t be a proper boyfriend that they deserve to have. I’m too selfish to let them go though. I need them,” he added. You knocked on the door and Jiseok quickly wished whoever he was talking to goodbye.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” He questions, pulling you into a quick hug.

“I got off early and wanted to see you,” you told him pulling away. You both sat down on the small couch in the room. You thought for a second before speaking up.

“You are a good boyfriend Jiseok,” you proclaimed. Jiseok looked at you wide eyed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to overhear,” you apologized. “Trust me, you’re a very good boyfriend,” you reiterated.

“But-” Jiseok begins to talk.

“No, buts as the person you’re dating that means I’m the one who decides if you’re a good boyfriend or not. I’ve decided that there’s no other boyfriend I could possibly want,” you declared. Jiseok smiled.

“Then I’m the only one you’ll have,” he states.

O.de/Seungmin

“The lyrics I write are never good enough,” Seungmin sighed, head falling onto the table. Seungmin had been working on writing lyrics for some new songs. You guess by the words that you just overheard that it might not be going so great. You knocked on his bedroom door before entering. You saw Seungmin sitting there at the desk. He lifted his head up at the sight of you.

“Not going well?” You asked, approaching Seungmin. Once you were close enough Seungmin wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you closer to rest his head on your torso. You rest your arms around his shoulder. He shook his head, groaning in frustration.

“Maybe I should just leave the song writing to the professionals,” he said. “I’m not any good at it,” he continued.

“That’s not true,” you stated. “Plus you know fans feel proud when they see your guys names listed in the credits,” you added.

“These lyrics aren’t credit worthy,” he sounds defeated.

“You’re probably just being too hard on yourself. I’m sure they’re not that bad,” you tried to persuade him. “You’ve been working a long time. Let’s take a break and come back,” you suggested.

“Yeah I could use a cuddle break,” Seungmin agreed. After cuddling Seungmin reread his lyrics and indeedly weren’t as bad as he thought.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

“Why did they let me debut when I can’t even sing,” Hyeongjun mumbled to himself. He was staring at himself in the bathroom mirror about to get ready for the day. You just so happened to overhear what he said as you were about to ask him to give him your hairbrush that you left in there. You could not believe the words that you just heard him say. You know that Hyeongjun wasn’t the most confident in his vocals, but to go as far as thinking that he couldn’t sing. You would not let him believe that it was true. You knocked on the door.

“Could you pass me my hairbrush please?” You asked politely.

“Here you go,” Hyeongjun opens the door and hands you your hairbrush.

“Thank you and for the record you have a nice voice Hyeongjun,” you tell him, taking your hairbrush.

“Please don’t lie to me,” he voice is hushed.

“Hyeongjun, you know I wouldn’t lie to you. You have a nice voice. If you don’t believe me ask Villains,” you prompted.

“Obviously you guys would praise me,” Hyeongjun started.

“That doesn’t make it any less true. Let yourself be praised. You super talented Hyeongjun,” you told him. It’d be a crime to keep your guitar skills locked in the dungeon,” you told him. Hyeongjun smiles.

“My voice is nice?” He inquires.

“Very much,” you firmly voiced.

Jooyeon

“I think I’m too childish. Do you think that I should become more mature? Isn’t my childness burdensome? Would y/n ever leave me because of it?” Jooyeon quizzes someone over the phone. You definitely didn’t expect to come home to the voice of your boyfriend voicing his worries over the phone. It sounded like he was in the kitchen.

“Jooyeon I’m home!” you yelled out, letting him know that you were back. Only seconds later Jooyeon emerged from the kitchen.

“I missed you,” he tells you, walking over to you for a hug.

“I missed you too,” you hugged him back. The both of you walked over to the couch. You debated if you should bring up what you just overheard. You decided to just bite the bullet.

“Jooyeon I like you the way that you are, you know that right?” You asked him.

“What?” His head cocks to the side confused.

“I overheard you talking on the phone,” you tell him. He nods head your words setting in.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I was more mature though?” He questions.

“Not necessarily. Like I said I like you the way that you are. You being a bit childish isn’t burdensome. I think it's a part of your charm actually,” you reassured him.

“Really? You’d never leave me over it?” He checks.

“No, if it ever bothered me I would talk to you about it Jooyeon I promise,” you said.

“Thank you!” He tackles you in a hug onto the couch.

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androgynousblackbox · 2 months

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Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 4 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZEURntrQOg "Happy Together - The Turtles (1967)" is the song that play on the background while Alastor is talking.]

"Good morning and good day to all our dear listeners. Alastor speaking here to you all from your favorite radio station on Hazbin Vale. How are you all doing? Ha ha, I am kidding of course! I don't care! I just feel like playing like one of those youngester that pretend to have a relationship with their audiences in order to emotionally manipulate them into giving them more money and attention.

But you and I, dear listemer, we know each other better than that, don't we? You know you will only get the most sincere forms of expression from me, because I know you would never, ever, ever, dare to lie to me. You may be just severely mistaken even if you think you are being honest.

First things first. I am doing great, thanks for asking.

I also imagine you can hear that annoying song on the background. I did not put it there. I don't know why it's doing that, but it hasn't stopped since I came in the building. It doesn't seem to come from any of my speakers either, I checked already. At least it's a nice enough song and it's not too loud. I guess I will let it slide this one time.

Anywhoo, do you want to know why I am in such good mood? No thank to any of you listening, that is for sure! Yesterday at Rosie's party to celebrate the death of Clarence I had the chance to talk with some of you and, oh boy, none of you do actually listen to a word I say it turns out!

Why do I bother to speak at all then? Should I just do incoherent wordless noises with my mouth for two hours? It would cause the exact same effect as to what people think are hearing here. Just put whatever meaning you want into it, you're used to that.

Some of you, not all, I have to admit, had the impression that I had a certain inclination for the toy maker that came to town recently and that is why I ran a background check on him. An inclination of a more… selfish nature.

I have no idea how could you ever come to that conclusion. I have done nothing else but to put in front of everyone my rationale as to why that man can't be trusted, I have done my due deligence to verify it and leave it all once it turned out to be a bust!

Let me dispell the rumours right now. I have never had a "crush" on anyone or anything. I don't even have the first idea of what going through that would be like. It sounds boring and stupid, so no, thank you. I will be glad to be spared such nonsense. The rest of you can have all the fun with that.

In your imaginations that is. Because clearly someone so delusional is never going to inspire good feelings from anyone else.

But how rude of me! I was talking about why I was in a good mood and I went on a bit of a rant there. For you, the listener who won't fell to such delirious thoughts, I will be speaking now. The rest can rot in hell for all I care. No, no, that is not a threat. It's a warning. There's a difference.

The party of Rosie was a success. Again, discouting unnecesary words that were said. It seemed that everyone in town decided to congregate there at once and Rosie told me that she was out of strawberry macaroon in less than one hour, per my recommendation. I do thank you all for that.

Between the talking and laughing, Rosie took me by the arm to direct me to Lucifer. I haven't noticed him at all until then. Not him or the fact that a group of people were around him, bunch of vipers all demanding his attention. I could just smell the gold digger stank from the door.

But what I really didn't see is the little girl hanging from his hand that smiled so easily to everyone in front of her. Two puppies were right next to her, as if to protect her.

The presence of Rosie was enough to disperse everyone so soon I was once again in front of the tiny man. His hair looked stupid as always, this time with a butterfly hairpin that, I imagine, his daughter must have put on him that morning and he forgot to take it out. Or he wanted to make a fashion statement, who knows.

Rosie was the one to speak first. She started by apologizing on my behalf for reading about his life here on the last broadcast. I wouldn't have gone so far to say that to his face but I… wasn't proud of that either. However rational and objective my worries were. So I am thankful that Rosie could say the words so much better than I could.

She told him to please not take it personally. It's only natural to be curious about new people when we all live on such a small town where everyone knows everyone. I did side eyed her a little when she downplayed all of my comments about him being a criminal and hiding something as me "just kidding around and playing it up for the show." Rosie, my dear, I am literally never more sincere than when I am in front of this mic.

Excuse me for having the best interest of this community at heart.

But I didn't feel like having an argument right there and then, so I let her continue. I should really get her sometime on here because that woman truly has a way with words. She could convince a flame to buy a gallon of water to drink.

The tiny toy maker smiled, with that stupid indulgent smile he has, and said that it was okay. I haven't said anything that anyone couldn't google by themselves and he was used to media outlets talking, he said. Whatever the hell that google thing was.

As if sparring me some grace, the little judge and jury. I wasn't that sorry anyway.

The more this man spoke to me, the more I had to wonder who did he thought he was. Looking up from his tiny height with those big doe eyes from hell that could swallow up entire cities. It was cutting out my breath as if his hand was a claw around my neck. I could barely hold it together to not make an excuse and ran away from him. You all can blame Rosie firm grasp for that, I know I do.

To make matters worse, that was her party, so she couldn't stay to talk with just one person and had to move around, leaving me alone with that man.

I never had anything but care and respect for Rosie, but I almost despise her a little bit at that moment. Then, suddenly, something brushed my hand and my soul could have jumped out of my mouth before looking down to see Charlie trying to grab my sleeve for attention.

I kneeled down to hear what she had to say. My mom raised a man with manners so I wasn't about to let a lady hanging. Her father could be a untrustworthy monster, but that wasn't her fault.

When I heard the words she whispered into my ear, I laughed. I couldn't contain myself. Lucifer asked what was so funny, so I was glad to tell him. She wanted me to hold her up so she could see the chocolate on the top shelfs.

You know, because her dad was so tiny that he didn't reach it himself, ha!

Children can truly be ruthless sometimes. I forget that is one of their virtues.

Oh, the red that tinted his cheeks wasn't disgusting at all. I wouldn't mind seeing something like that again. Now it was his turn to struggle to find something to say before giving me permission to do just that. I just love the smell of justice, dear listener, don't you?

Charlie, despite her unfortunate genetics, was a good kid that didn't move that much when I lift her up, telling her about the expensive chocolate exactly as how I remembered Rosie explaining them to me. On the lower shelf was the candy destined for children, full of fun colors and more simple designs, but up there was the fancy selection.

That kind of chocolate that comes from other countries, has weird ingredients on it or is just filled with some kind of alcohol. In my personal opinion, the ones with brandy were the best.

But somehow I imagined that Lucifer wasn't the kind of "cool dad" that would let his toddler get drunk on chocolate, so I kept my recommendation on the non alcoholic options. At last, Charlie choose a box with simple truffles covered in chocolate, but painted to look like jewells. She looked more happy with how pretty they were than with the idea of eating them.

One of Rosie's employees finalized the purchase, that Lucifer of course had to do without blinking an eye for the price and I had to my roll my eyes at the display.

We get it, you have money. You have a fortune out of your own work, you are the one true American dream. There is no need to brag about it. Arrogant much?

Ah, but my sense of friendship force me to tell you all that the prices of Rosie's Chocolate Botique are 100% fair and just, not inflated at all in the slightest. I am just a poor and bitter soul who only enjoys those brandy candy when my good friend brings them to me for her visits. The ones with the red wrapping for the next time, Rosie, dear, yes?

But coming back to my tale, I have to say that, despite everything I have seen, I can still very much be surprised. When Charlie opened up her new box, I thought she was just going to eat her chocolate right there, as she had every right to do. Instead she took out a piece that was coloured like a ruby and put it on my hand.

She said that one was for me. Then she gave another one in blue to her father. And she ran around the place to find Rosie, her puppies following behind, just to give her another one that I couldn't get to see. Rosie was so moved by this small gesture that she made a high pitch noise as she hugged the kid, assuring Lucifer that she was so cute that she would never eat her up.

Don't you mean that you could, asked Lucifer.

Rosie laughed and kissed both cheeks of Charlie before putting her on the floor. She also tried to feed the chocolate to her puppies later on, but Lucifer caught her on time.

They weren't even real puppies for what he told me so it's not like they were going to get sick. But it was so annoying cleaning up their insides if food got stuck on them so it was better to not give them any. They were prototypes for eternal puppies he wanted to make. Robots covered in fur called Dazzle and Razzle, just for Charlie. I did not say it, and I am still not going to say it, but it could have almost fooled me. Almost.

The rest of the party was splendid. You wouldn't even remember that this was all thanks because a woman died in a terribly gruesome and painful way. Not that I would know anything about it.

There was still plenty of buzz around when I decided it was enough for me. Charlie was completely out against the chest of her father and Lucifer kept his coat on top of her to protect her from the cold. I was saying that I always enjoyed Rosie's parties, but I needed to go back home to sleep early because, well, you are listening the reason right now.

Lucifer was bitting his lip and looking at everywhere while I was saying my goodbyes. He looked so miserably lost that I finally asked if something was wrong.

That is when he invited me to take a coffee if I wanted to.

Now, listener, don't get the wrong impression. I mean it and no, ignore the static, we are all ignoring it right now.

Listen to what I am actually saying instead of coming out with your own wild interpretations. I know you can do it. You are smart. That is why you are hearing the radio instead of googling.

I said yes. Only because this man looked so pitiful and pathetic that saying no would be like kicking a puppy after killing it's mom in front of him. Too damn easy. His stupid big eyes were too big that night, blame them. Like I have said many times and demostrated countless others, I am no monster.

So I said yes out of pity and absolutely nothing else. A mercy date. I should be louded for it if nothing else.

Besides, it's just a cup of coffee. No need to make a bigger deal of it than it is. Even thought it's still a huge inconvenience for me. I have a very busy schedule, listener, you see, so it's really hard to make an space for such act of charity. Damned my blasted sense of common decency.

Mmm.

Oh, but that is not the reason why I am in a good mood! Not at all! In fact, I barely even thought about it the rest of the night on the way home. I almost completely forgot about it until right now that I told you!

No, the reason I am happy is because I got to taste that ruby chocolate with my coffe this morning. The chocolate was great. Amazing value for it's price, clearly worth every penny.

What, did you thought it was anything else?

Does a man really need a reason to smile, dear listener? Isn't enough that he does? We all should probably smile more often. Maybe then we won't let our imagination bring out the worst of us.

I should really know where that music is coming from.

Now, the weather…"

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