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bosbas · 5 months

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Chapter 10: writing letters addressed to the fire

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pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 3.8k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love, angst, pining, like a lot of pining, anthony being controversial

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: they're so in their evermore era i can't

July 7, 1814 - The expectations were as high as the chandeliers at the Bridgerton Ball two nights prior. And the night did not disappoint. Our forgone diamond of the season made an appearance at the social event. A fact that is expected given the close relationship between the Beaumonts and Bridgertons, but a pleasant surprise given her recent absence from social happenings. While previously the center of attention, Miss Beaumont danced only once at the Bridgerton Ball with one Mr. Alexander Beaumont. Yes, dear reader, her brother. This leaves us with the lingering question: why did Miss Beaumont choose her brother over the allure of a potential match? It seems that Miss Beaumont is simply tired of the ton's social scene, or perhaps she has lost some of her shine now that her best friend has left for the countryside.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his thumb on his lower lip. Finally meeting your eyes, he said, "Well, I was wondering if you'd want to marry me."

You choked, completely taken aback. "Are you alright, Anthony?" you asked, nervously laughing. "Was the whiskey too strong for you after all?"

He pinched his nose, annoyed at your flippant response, but couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Be quiet! I'm trying to help you!" he said, laughing.

You were in hysterics now, too. "Help me?! Help me how, pray tell," you managed to get out between giggles.

"You are impossible! How Benedict deals with you so regularly, I have no idea!" he shot back, poking you in the arm as he said each word.

You gasped in mock offense. "Low blow, Anthony, even for you," you said, shaking your head at him, unable to keep from laughing. "Surely you're joking. Why should I let you marry me?"

"Let me marry– Bloody hell, Y/N, and excuse my language, but really, I am coming from a good place here, and you are making it so difficult," he responded, clearly exasperated by your inability to take him seriously.

You ceased laughing and looked at him directly, cocking your head and widening your eyes when you realized he was being sincere. "Anthony? Surely you're joking, right? Does Alex know? He'll kill you if he finds out you proposed to his little sister."

He sighed deeply, shifting in his seat. "Look, I am not joking. But let me explain first, and then you can ask me questions."

You could do little but stare at him, lips parted in confusion. "Go on, then," you said finally, very interested in hearing an explanation for this incredibly unexpected proposal.

Anthony looked over to where Alex was sitting, deep in conversation with your father, and then looked back to you. He turned in his seat so he was fully facing you, one hand on the back of his chair and the other on his knee, contemplating how best to explain himself without sounding insane. "I know it sounds like a crazy idea. Trust me, I can barely imagine it myself. But I do think it might be a good one," he said finally, hoping to get some kind of response from you, only to be met with a blank stare. You were still entirely unconvinced of his proposal, barely believing that he was being serious.

"Listen, what you said two nights ago is not something I take lightly, given that you mean so much to us, to me and Benedict and our family. And I can see that you're having a rough go of it. The roughest go of it, actually," he continued.

"And you think marrying me will solve my problems because...?" you cut in, not quite following Anthony's logic.

"Well, I've been trying to explain my thought process for the past five minutes, but you're making it awfully hard, Y/N," he shot back, raising his eyebrows at you, amused. You rolled your eyes good-naturedly in response but sat back so you could let him continue.

"This might make more sense if I explain my side of things a bit more, actually," he decided, mentally rearranging what he was going to say to you. "Alex and Simon already know this, but my intention has never been to marry for love. Above all, I view marriage as a duty to my family. Since my father passed, I have been the one responsible for them, and they are the dearest thing in the world to me, as you well know."

At the mention of Edmund, you reached out and placed a hand on Anthony's, remembering how difficult it was for the family when his father passed. He shot you a grateful smile, covering your hand with his and clearing his throat before he continued speaking.

"I will be perfectly candid with you, Y/N, because you deserve nothing less. I was planning on looking for a wife next season, but even so, I believe that pursuing love is an unpleasant and unimportant endeavor, at least for me."

You gasped, slightly taken aback at his cynical views, though yours weren't much sunnier. "Don't you want to fall in love, Anthony? Don't you think you'll find a partnership like the one your parents had?" you prodded, overwhelmed by a sense of sadness. But you also felt somewhat understood, knowing now that Anthony had an unconventional view of marriage.

He gave you a knowing look, saying only, "Don't you?"

Knowing he had a point, you let up. "Fair enough, I suppose," you answered. Is that how you sounded when you spoke of getting married? You were completely disillusioned with the notion, but you had given it more than a few honest tries, while Anthony was set on never looking for a love match. It was quite ironic, seeing how much your parents loved each other and the love between Daphne and Simon, that you and Anthony had developed such depressing views on marriage. You saw Anthony nod in your direction, seemingly happy with your answer.

After a slight pause, Anthony winced, knowing he was about to share much more than he usually would. However, he knew that this would potentially benefit you both, so he fought through the discomfort. "Seeing my mother fall apart after Father died was awful to watch, and I would never want to cause someone that pain. My goal is not to find passion but to secure my family's future. And I was hoping to find someone who would want this different sort of partnership," he said, looking at you pointedly. You had already started connecting the dots in your head and thought you were catching on to where this was going now.

"So you want to have an unconventional marriage together, then?" you asked, hoping you had understood correctly.

He patted your hand, relieved you finally understood what he intended the proposal to sound like rather than the abrupt and blunt question he had asked earlier. "Yes, precisely. Of course, I want you to take as much time as you need to consider this decision since it is quite important. I doubt we would seek an expedited marriage license, but obviously, we can sort out the minutiae later if you decide to do this. There is no pressure one way or another, I simply wanted to give you an option you had probably not considered before," he said, searching your face for any reaction.

However, you remained guarded, still unsure about your feelings. Saying yes to this proposal would definitively mean saying no to Benedict. But Benedict had not even asked you anything, you argued internally. There was nothing to say no to. In fact, he had been the one to say no to you. But you didn't know if you were ready to give up all hope yet. Perhaps you were a fool, but then again, you always were when it came to your best friend.

If you accepted Anthony's proposal, would the now-permanent ache in your chest worsen at the knowledge that you could never have Benedict? Or would you feel better, getting closure Benedict would never give you?

You felt a surge of anger shoot up your spine. Why couldn't Benedict be the one asking you this? After twenty years, why was he the one who left you alone and confused while Anthony was left to pick up the broken pieces of you Ben left behind so carelessly? Even setting aside the added issue of your unrequited feelings for Benedict, Anthony was being a much better friend than him right now. But your anger dissipated quickly, dissolving into desperate sadness. You missed Ben so much; the short letters he had been sending were unsuccessful in placating the ever-growing need to feel his presence beside you. The overwhelming sense that something about you was missing was almost too much to handle, and you felt yourself going around in circles in your head about what you wanted to do.

You knew it could never be the same with Benedict regardless, so you reasoned that you would at least consider Anthony's proposal. You owed it to yourself to consider someone other than Benedict and something other than perpetual singledom without any children to raise or read to.

Realizing Anthony was patiently waiting for you to say something in response, you spoke up. "In theory, this doesn't sound like a terrible partnership," you started, laughing when Anthony snorted and muttered a short "Why, thank you."

"Shush! I'm trying to consider your proposal, and you're making it quite difficult to spend longer than twenty minutes with you, let alone the rest of my life," you joked, stomach dropping slightly when you mentioned the concept of forever. Pushing through your fear, you kept speaking, "I know you, Anthony Bridgerton. And I know you would not do something like this without a plan. So tell me your plan, and I will consider it and give you my answer once I have one."

Anthony couldn't help but laugh at your scolding tone, "You're not wrong." However, he knew he had to be careful about how he presented his reasoning for this proposal. It was no secret that he thought his brother a complete buffoon for refusing to marry you. Anyone could see that your best friend was madly in love with you, and Anthony was beyond confused as to why Benedict was being obtuse and frankly stupid when you so clearly loved him just as much.

It was hard to miss the alarmingly fond looks the two of you exchanged, not to mention what must be dozens of sketches of you in Benedict's studio, try as he might to make it look like there weren't that many. But what really made it the most obvious was Benedict's manner of speaking about you. It was beautiful to hear when Ben forgot himself and spent nearly an hour discussing a fascinating observation you had made about one of his paintings. Or when he saw Eloise reading a book you had read and launched into a speech about your genius way of interpreting a particular passage. Or even when Anthony inquired about any of the paintings of you in his studio and his brother began a lengthy explanation of how he wanted to paint your eyes in a way that captured your thoughtful yet soft gaze, in Ben's words. Benedict's unwavering and wholehearted admiration of you rivaled that of his parents. It seemed to Anthony that you were the sun, and Benedict was happy to be in your orbit if only to relish in the warmth and comfort you brought him. And the same could be said for you.

So, choosing his words carefully, Anthony avoided saying anything that would upset you, knowing you were still raw from Benedict's sudden departure a few weeks ago. "To start, a legal union between our families would only strengthen our bond, and I know we both would still like to remain close with our families after we are married."

Gauging a positive reaction from your raised eyebrows and slight nod, he continued. "Perhaps the most obvious advantage is that we would have the marriage we both want. I would, of course, encourage you to continue pursuing your studies after we were married, and though I would like to have children, and I know you do as well, I am in no particular rush if you don't feel ready yet," he continued.

To be fair, Anthony made a compelling argument. Although your ideal marriage was still the one you had imagined with Benedict as a child, Anthony was realistically the best option for you, especially with the men of the ton being as dreadful as they were and Ben off in the countryside for who knows how long.

"I don't want to feel suffocated by my husband, Anthony," you warned, earning a laugh from him.

"I know you think I'm insane, but I promise I don't want to be a suffocating husband. We want a lot of the same things, just for different reasons," he responded, ready to answer any and all rebuttals you had. Anthony knew this would be a difficult decision, and he had come prepared with the utmost patience to ensure he got rid of all of your doubts to the best of his abilities. Having watched you grow up and grown up alongside you, he had a deep fondness for you, often feeling as protective over you as he did over Eloise or Daphne. Anthony cared about you and wanted the best for you, no matter what that might entail. And if he could find a wife a season earlier than he had expected while you got what you deserved, that was just an added bonus.

In the back of his mind, Anthony hoped that if you accepted his proposal, Benedict might come to his senses before the engagement progressed too far. But he would be a fool to count on his brother to do so, based on how Ben had acted so far. Anthony knew it would be cruel to tell you this and raise your spirits only to be disappointed again. If it came to it, Anthony would be happy to marry you. It was a very practical union, and Anthony quite liked practical things.

"It makes sense, in a way, I suppose. We do want similar things," you muttered to yourself. "And you'd let me read as much as I wanted?" you asked, needing reassurance.

"I promise," answered Anthony, smiling sweetly at you. "Besides, we are already very acquainted with one another, having grown up together, and I'm sure it'd be good fun to be married. Well, at least I think so. And you know me well enough to be able to make that decision for yourself."

You nodded thoughtfully, mulling over all of the possible caveats you could think of to bring up to Anthony. If you were going to go through with this, you needed to be absolutely sure that it was what you wanted. Although it was getting difficult to find negatives about this possible union. It seemed that you would have much more agency with Anthony than if you were married to anyone else, bar Benedict, or as a spinster.

"What about Alex?" you settled on asking. "Have you talked about this with him?"

Both of you subconsciously turned to look at your older brother and then at each other. Anthony gave a slight shake of his head. "No, not yet. But I have a feeling he'll understand and even be supportive. Especially after the other night. And especially now that Benedict left."

You furrowed your brow, confused. What did Anthony mean, especially now that Benedict left? You were about to ask for clarification when Anthony cut in.

"Anyway, don't worry about Alex. I will talk to him and your father, and I know they will be on board with whatever you choose. So all you have to do is decide if this is something you want to do or not," he said quickly, trying to make up for the fact that he had revealed too much before. Anthony knew Alex had similar feelings to Anthony, perhaps even more pent-up anger at Benedict than he did since Benedict was hurting Alex's little sister. But he hadn't meant to tell you so directly. Anthony mentally kicked himself for rubbing salt on your metaphorical wound. Although it seemed that you had let go of his comment, for now, he noted as he watched you rubbing your temples, deep in thought.

You sighed deeply, coming to the realization that this could be it. This decision could change your life forever, and perhaps Benedict's life, depending on how he handled the news. If you accepted the proposal, of course. You couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of guilt, knowing that you could never feel for Anthony the same way you felt about Benedict.

"And you'd be alright with me not being in love with you? I don't think I can do that again. After Benedict," you said softly, still wanting to avoid thinking about losing him as much as possible.

"Yes, I would prefer it, actually," said Anthony, smiling at you. But his playful demeanor was wrapped in a careful tenderness. He understood you better than most people, having learned to see you, above all, through Benedict's eyes. He knew you were terrified. Of being married and not being married, of losing yourself and of staying exactly the same as you were now.

He was terrified, too, to be honest. He knew Benedict would be impossibly angry with him, even though he really had no reason to be, and feared their relationship could be fractured. Not to mention that Anthony had been dreading marriage ever since that fateful day his father fell ill from a bee sting, leaving his mother alone in the empty shell of their loving partnership. He supposed the two of you did sort of make sense in a peculiar way.

"Alright, go away, please," you shooed Anthony away. "I have to actually think about it now. But no matter what happens, I want you to know I'm grateful for your offer. I know it's coming from a very generous place, and it really does mean the world," you added, squeezing his hand as he stood up.

"Of course, Y/N. I'm not Benedict, but you're very important to me nonetheless. Take as much time as you need," he responded, returning your squeeze and making his way over to Colin and Theo, giving you space to mull over your decision.

That was precisely the situation, you thought. Anthony wasn't Benedict. And you had to decide whether or not that was good enough for you. It was a very compelling offer, and you knew it might be your only chance to have anything close to the sort of life you had hoped to have before Henri and the rest of the men of the ton so pointedly crushed your dreams. Benedict was the only reason not to marry Anthony, and he had been quite clear in saying that he wouldn't marry you. But you wanted to enjoy a few more days of imagining that Ben could be yours in some capacity before you had to move on from him forever.

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Shoving a pile of unsent letters aside, Benedict set a fresh sheet of paper down and started yet another letter he was unlikely to send to you. Now that he had ceased going to parties and bringing home a different woman every night, he found himself with ample bouts of time that he dedicated almost exclusively to thinking about you.

With each new letter you sent, Benedict found himself lost in your words, re-reading them constantly and clinging to any fragment of you that he could still claim as his. In response, he wrote pages and pages of prose he would never send. These ranged from letters he could plausibly send to you, responding to every comment you had made about the book you had read that day. Others were less tame. Sometimes, he found himself unable to keep his overflowing feelings inside of him any longer, choosing instead to write heart-wrenching confessions of a love so deep and all-consuming that it permeated every fiber of his being. But Anthony's words reverberated in his head, warning him not to lead you on, every time he contemplated addressing these letters.

But Benedict loved you. The real, soul-crushing sort of love that only came once in a lifetime. The kind of love that grew from years of being by your side, knowing every detail of you, and still wanting to know more. He was far past the point of denying it and had now stumbled on an agonizing feeling of wanting. He wanted you by his side while he painted, quietly discussing the colors or the shading he was working on. He wanted to put his head in your lap as you sat in the garden, feeling your fingers running softly through his hair. He wanted to look over at night and find your sleeping form beside him, less than an arm's length away as he fell asleep holding you. Most of all, he wanted to be content in the knowledge that he could hold your hand, breathe in your scent, and twist your hair in his fingers as he kissed you every single day for the rest of his life.

The moment in your garden by the rose bushes from the day before he left, where he came so close to kissing you, haunted his every waking moment. He couldn't seem to forget the way your lips parted, moving ever so slightly closer to his. The feeling of your soft breath against his skin, luring him in. He had been so close to just giving in and touching your expectant lips with his. It was all he had dreamed about doing ever since he had come back from Oxford and felt you in his arms, realizing that he never wanted to spend another day apart from you. He still wondered what would have happened if he had just done it. If he had just leaned over a few inches to join your lips and brushed his thumb on your cheek as he grabbed your waist. But he hadn't. Instead he had fled to the countryside, where he was missing you more than ever and ridden with jealousy at the thought of you with another man.

Benedict didn't know if the ache of longing would ever fade. All he knew was that you were a permanent mark left on him he would never be able to wash off even if he wanted to. A part of him would always be you. The proof of that was on his desk cluttered with letters that would never find their way to you and in his studio housing nearly a dozen unfinished portraits of you.

Clutching to a sliver of hope, he held onto the fact that no news of your engagement had reached him. Yet, each day brought with it a tormenting dread as he approached his unopened letters, torn between the desperate hope for a letter from you and the paralyzing fear that he would receive an invitation to your wedding. But for now, he could still pretend you were his, at least partially.

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lfghughes · 1 year

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after years and years of dating, jack finally proposing to the reader maybe also include flashbacks of jack ellen and maybe quinn and luke going shopping for a ring

a/n: this one was so much fun to write, thank you so much for requesting this. my heart is total pudding right now.

You and Jack had been together for years and most questions you got from friends, families, and interviewers were all surrounding a future engagement and marriage. You were in no rush and you never wanted Jack to feel like he had to propose. Both of you knew you were going to be together and you weren’t the type to give an ultimatum. Usually both of you did a pretty good job at finding a way out of the question or simply telling people that when it happens it happens. Right now we were in playoff season and Jacks parents plus Quinn were coming in to stay at the apartment you both shared with Luke. So your main focus was making sure you were all comfortable but you were also excited since his family had really become your family in all these years and Ellen especially had become like a mom to you and a best friend. Them being here wasn’t a nuisance it was actually far from it and you knew Jack was more than excited about them being here to watch him and his brother play.

Jack had a plan and he had talked it over with Ellen before on the phone whenever he did get a moment of privacy. They had both agreed on when she got here that they would look at rings together and help him choose the perfect one. At first he considered inviting Quinn and Luke but he really wanted this time with his mom to go over everything without his brothers teasing him in any way. “What about this one, mom?” He asked as he pointed at a ring. “Jack, honey it’s a little flashy and she’s always mentioned just wanting something a little more simple.” He did know this but it was like every thought process was gone from his brain because of how nervous he was. His eyes stopped in front of a ring that he knew was perfect. “I think I found it.” And with those words, Ellen leaned over and smiled. “I think you just found it too.”

Hiding the ring wasn’t an issue, usually Jack knew that his hockey gear went untouched but he also knew Luke could hide it easily in his room. But showing Quinn and Luke the ring was a little more difficult because there wasn’t a time that the apartment was empty but luckily Ellen had decided to do a girls nail salon day that gave him just enough time to show them. “Woah, is this real?” Quinn asked as he looked at the ring box. “So are you going to fix your tooth before asking?” Luke asked with a laugh before Quinn playfully tapped him to stop. Jack looked defeated for a second before Luke spoke up again. “She’s going to love that ring and I can’t wait until she’s officially or well legally our sister.”

Jack had also asked his dad for some proposal ideas because well he had done it once and it worked out great but the best advice he got was to do it when it felt right. How would he know when it felt right? Every moment with you felt right. Jack had decided he would do it at a family dinner outing. Typically he would have thought of doing it in private but he knew that you wouldn’t be upset by it and would actually love that Ellen could be there and well he wanted his mom there too and your parents. So he planned a big family outing that you didn’t think twice of because his parents were only in town for a few weeks and why wouldn’t you have a big family dinner? Until he got down on his knee right before dessert and showed you the most perfect engagement ring. “I’ve been in love with you for many years and I plan on being in love with you for many more. Marry me?” You immediately nodded your head. “Yes! Of course, yes!” The room started clapping and you immediately showed the whole table the ring even though you knew Jack had more than likely done it but yet Ellen still acted like it was her first time looking at the ring. “It’s beautiful honey. You already know you’ve been a part of this family for a long time but we’re so excited to watch you marry our son.”

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pix3lplays · 4 months

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Hey! So I’m a little shy about this one since it is DARK but here’s the 1,000 followers yandere!Sunday special!

Shout-out to @fire-lizard-ro for bouncing ideas back and forth with me like an intense game of Writer’s pong.

Notes and cw PLEASE READ! Written before really anything is known about him. Based on leaks and my own interpretation of him! LOTS of DARK YANDERE CONTENT, physical punishments, emotional manipulation, pregnancy, suggestive, implied fem!reader, violence, also I just Made Up a lot of the Manipulation tactics stuff, child abuse

Couldn’t find Any good pics, this man is so RARE-so I drew one myself lol

-Honkai Star Rail yandere!Sunday hcs, 1,000 follower special-

You never suspected a thing.

He was so sweet, so gentle, he always smiled at you and spoke softly to you, and he invited you into his life so warmly…offering his hand…he liked you.

You were sweet and innocent. He liked that. He enjoyed that. He…desired that.

He’s quick to propose that you should start dating. He expresses that he’s really interested in getting to know you, and he could very easily see a beautiful future with you.

How you fell for his pretty words.

He takes you on all sorts of expensive, fun dates. He tells you stuff about himself, like how many children he’d like to have in his future, places he’d like to travel, things he wanted to see…and he asks you many questions so he can get to know you.

It genuinely feels like he actually cares about you as a person.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get married.

And of course your family approved! He really seemed like a gentleman. He had said many things your family liked, for example, about how excited he was to join his family to yours, and of course it helped that he was good with children…

And married life…starts out pretty good!

He is an attentive and loving husband, practically showering you with attention. He’ll give you literally anything you ask for. You lay in bed, his hand on your thigh and he asks you what it is you desire. Just tell him. He’ll have it brought to you on a silver platter.

Something you never noticed about him, though, is just how Manipulative this man is.

It starts out with small things. You didn’t realize it was him testing the waters, to see how much he’d have to work to manipulate you.

The first time it happened, you were sitting at the vanity, admiring a necklace around your neck, when he comes up behind you and kisses the base of your neck and-

“I think you would look So much better in this one~” he says, holding a necklace up to your neck.

“Oh, Sunday…this was my mother’s.”

“Yes, yes and it’s lovely, but~”he rubs his cheek against the back of your neck. You hear him purring a bit.“Trust me. This one will compliment you so much better.”

“Well…”

His hands wrap around your waist. He’s looking at you through the mirror, and you can tell by his expression that he’s being Serious.

“Please~I know you don’t want us to fight…”

Well of course you didn’t want to fight with your husband.

“Alright…” you surrender, and he hums and unclips the necklace you’re wearing and sets it onto the vanity gently, showing he did care that it was your mother’s, and then he clips the new one around your neck.

And as you’re now looking at yourself in the mirror, with your darling husband practically wrapped around you, you had to admit.

Maybe the necklace he picked out looked better.

He did this a lot. Particular about even your pajamas at night.

Before you knew it, you were only wearing outfits that Sunday picked out for you.

Next was your friend and family circle. Slowly, carefully, he convinced you to believe that each friend or family member you had was not good for you. Soon there was only Sunday.

Finally it was time to desensitize you to his business habits.

He figured the best way was to just…show you that he was still your Sunday, even when he was “coercing” or “punishing” people to get his way.

When you learned about the true nature of your husband’s business…it was all orchestrated by Sunday.

You were asleep in bed. It was early in the morning. You heard shouting and screaming, and your husband’s voice-

You get out of bed, wrap yourself in a robe, and tiptoe out of the bedroom, peering over the top of the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.

Only to see your husband, driving a knife into the shoulder of a man. Your husband digs his nails into this man’s cheek with his other hand, gripping his face tightly before throwing him to the ground and looking at the guards, and in that same, sweet, gentle voice you were so used to: “Take him away…”

He is dragged away, knife still in his shoulder, and Sunday is peeling off his bloody gloves when he notices you watching from the top of the stairs.

You’re looking at him wide-eyed. Horrified.

He smiles at you, his amber eyes softening. “My dear, I didn’t mean to wake you…please, everything is okay, and I’ll come up to bed in a moment,” but you’re barely hearing him, you’re staring at the bloody trail left behind from when they dragged that man away.

He can’t help but chuckle a bit at you, before jogging up the stairs and guiding you to bed himself. Here was another manipulation tactic. Associating something with Good. With Rewards. Seeing him at ‘work’ would result in him pampering you all night for not having a mental breakdown or freakout or anything of the sort. Calmness was rewarded in Sunday’s household.

“What’s going on, Sunday?” you ask numbly, gripping his sleeve softly.

“Nothing for you to concern yourself with…just a little business. I’m sure you understand, don’t you? Please try to remain calm…” and the sweet way he traced your lips with his thumb almost melted all your worries away.

Almost. You still weren’t ready for him to just shower you with love and make you forget what you saw. You had questions. He answered patiently. And then he rewarded you for being such a good little spouse to him…

Soon it began to work on you. Soon you were asking less and less questions, and soon you would see him come home covered in blood and you knew a delightful evening awaited you in the bedroom if you stayed good and remained calm.

Soon you just accepted it. Soon you watched it for yourself, more focused on what you were going to get out of Sunday that night than the life being ruined right in front of you.

And now it was time for the next part of the plan, before he could take complete control over you…

Now, Sunday would NEVER force himself on you. That would be cruel, barbaric…no. He’d convince you himself that having his baby would be the best thing that ever happened to you.

It’s even easier than he thought, you’ve become so desensitized to his demands that he almost wonders if he’s broken you already.

“I think I’d love to have a child with you, y/n. And not just one…maybe two. Or three or four…” he says to you one night while you’re curled up against his chest.

“Mm…” you reply numbly.

“Does this please you?” he asks, a little taken aback by your reply. “Do you want to bear my children?”

“I would, yeah…” you say, curling up a little closer to him. “Four…that’s a good number,” you agree, and oh this man is smiling, his little darling was being so Obedient and Good for him. He had done even better than he thought at training you.

Soon you’re pregnant, and at first things don’t seem so bad.

He’s a very doting papa, taking good care of you, making sure you’re eating properly and protecting yourself and the baby, and before you know it nine months have passed and you have a beautiful baby boy with your dear husband.

He’s a great papa, attentive and empathetic…his very presence was enough to make the baby stop crying.

Shortly afterwards you have another little boy, and then another…and finally, your last baby…a little girl…the only one of the batch that resembles you.

That was okay.

You thought Sunday had the better physical traits anyways.

Sunday takes great care of his children. He reads them stories at night. He invites them into his bed when they have nightmares, he’s already prepared a curriculum for them, so that they’ll grow up well-educated, with any path they want to tread laid out before them already.

They LOVE their papa.

But then, once they reach a certain age, it’s time for the desensitization process to begin anew, this time with your own children.

He’ll start with the eldest, of course, and work his way down, introducing them each to the ‘family business’, showing them how it works, maybe even encouraging them to try it themselves, all with that sweet, innocent look on his face, and that gentle voice.

The only one who never really gets it is your daughter. She just can’t. No matter what Sunday tries. But he figures three out of four isn’t bad-he’ll cut his losses, after all, three out of four was better than what he was expecting-

It was fine when you were learning to understand. But seeing your children come home, drenched in blood like their papa, cold distant looks in their eyes…something stirs within you. Call it a parental instinct.

And for the first time in your life, you stand up to Sunday.

Oh~?

He smiles so sweetly at you, tilts his head as you yell at him. It was almost amusing, almost cute to see you Try so hard. Too bad he’d finally have to punish you.

Outbursts will Not be tolerated.

In an instant he strikes you across the face. Right in front of the children.

They flinch maybe, but the boys know what this is. It’s just another punishment. Only this time it’s Mother’s turn.

The next second he’s grabbed you roughly by the hair, with his soft, gentle hands, and shoves you to the floor.

In an instant, a well-maintained shoe is pushing down on your leg.

You yelp in pain, and it sends your daughter running and crying to you, and the little girl desperately tries to push Sunday’s leg off of you.

He sighs with disappointment, looking down at his pathetic daughter trying to protect you.

He had intended to break your legs as punishment for your little outburst.

But now he’d have to break two pairs of legs.

Oh, the way he carried the two of you to bed, shushing your screaming and crying so sweetly…

The pain…it is something unbearable. He doesn’t take it easy on either of you for a while.

Maybe eventually he’ll get his daughter some medical care, so she can go back to school-but you~?

You have no real obligations. No family or friends that will wonder what happened to you…Sunday had made sure of that…so he just keeps you locked in the bedroom, but it’s not like you’re going anywhere with broken legs.

So now you’ve seen him for the man he Really is. Abusive, manipulative, evil-

You need to get out of here.

He takes care of you, eventually, delicately wrapping your legs up himself, smiling each time you flinch with pain-

Of course they’re not going to really heal back proper but…that was kind of the idea, you figured.

He acts so sweet around you, so gentle when he talks to you, but he always manages to get around apologizing for the torture he’s inflicting on you.

You look at him coldly now. Try to avoid letting him touch you, even though there’s only so far you could get away from him with broken legs.

He always snuggles into bed with you, pulling you up against his chest, kissing your hair and cooing and purring his sweet nothings into your ear.

You wouldn’t stand for this anymore.

This…this TORTURE, this MANIPULATION, it was all TOO MUCH.

So as soon as you were able to actually get out of bed again, you tried to escape with your children.

Worst mistake of your life.

And the worst part is he didn’t just take it out on you.

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depravitycentral · 7 months

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Hi!!! I have this question that's been stuck in my mind. Do you think the phantom troupe would wish to get married (I'm really curious because legally they don't have an identity)? If yes, what do you think would be the theme of the wedding or how they will propose? (I think Uvogin would; I'm not so sure about the others, especially Feitan).

Thank youu!!!

Oooh anon!! A good question!

I think generally, most of the Troupe's yanderes harbor a secret desire to actually marry you. It's sweet, it's domestic, and it ties you to them both emotionally, physically, and legally - the holy trinity, in some eyes.

Let's discuss!!

But of course, the issue of their criminal statuses and lack of an official identity can present challenges in this endeavor, warding some off from actually going through with it. A few yanderes, like Feitan, Franklin, and Machi, decide that it's more trouble than it's worth - even if they secretly wish to see you wearing the pretty ring on your finger that matches with theirs.

Alternatively, these three will each find ways to make it up - Feitan gets you a spider tattoo that matches his own, though instead of the the number in the center, it's simply an F. It's a little cheesy, but it makes him feel better - besides, a tattoo is permanent, a ring is not. This is better.

Machi will always sort of just dream about it, but you'll notice that she starts getting you clothing that's just a bit more formal, maybe something with frills or is white. It's not super obvious, and you'd have to know to look for it, but if she can't marry you, at least she can pretend.

Franklin actually bought you a ring very early into his obsession, right after he came to terms with the fact that his feelings weren't going to go away. He keeps it on his person at all times, and often he'll just idly fiddle with it, rolling it between his fingers and smiling softly at it, letting his mind run wild and pretend that you're wearing it, that you're his.

Some are still a bit more secretive about wanting to officially marry you, but will go through the hoops to get a fake identity and register the marriage. Phinks, for example, does want to marry you, even if it's a little embarrassing to admit. He won't directly bring it up, but after he gets all the legal stuff figured out, he'll present the papers to you with a pen, scratching the back of his neck and struggling to look at you while he asks in an unsure voice if you'd like to - you know, uh, tie the knot?

Pakunoda is also not super pushy about it, but she does want it to happen. She'll drop hints once she thinks you've come around enough, even going so far as to use her nen ability to get information out of you about whether you actually want to marry her, and if so what your dream wedding looks like. She doesn't mind the work if it means getting to see your face light up and give you that magical day you've both dreamed of - particularly because it'll be her bed you come home to that night.

Some didn't have particularly strong feelings about the matter until later on into their infatuation with you. It's a fleeting thought mostly, something that tickles at the back of their mind for a brief moment, but it sticks with them. Would you like to get married? Would you like to wear a pretty dress and kiss them and take their last name like they really, really want you to? The longer they think about it, the more they like it, and so they'll get all the necessarily legal fraud done - it's worth it.

Shalnark both likes the idea, and likes the way it would permanently bind you to him. Even if you tried to run away, once you're married it would be very, very easy for him to track you down. Besides, he likes domesticity and pretending that your relationship is perfectly normal and healthy and consensual - it's fun to tease you this way, but it also makes him giddy and fluttery. Marrying you is this boyish dream that he wants to live out, so when he starts cutting out all these photos of dresses and rings and eagerly shows you, don't be too surprised.

Shizuku just likes the idea. Pakunoda makes some comment about a couple she'd seen the other day shopping for wedding venues, and instantly a light bulb ignited above her head. You'd look cute in a wedding dress, especially if it had lots of frills and pretty lace. She doesn't even ask you - you get excited when she takes you out of the house for once, only for your heart to drop when you see the dress and the flowers and the ring, all of her coworkers looking at you with varying degrees of happiness and interest. At least the wedding is a little cute - lots of delicate laces and finishing touches.

Others are very, very excited to marry you. It's something that's been in the cards for a long while, and it's something that will happen. You don't really get a say; it makes them feel better, as if your relationship is genuine, authentic, and official. Plus, seeing you all dolled up in white for them makes their heart race out of their chests and their suits feeling too tight.

Uvogin, for one, wants everything in your relationship to be as normal as possible. He truly loves you, and while he recognizes that he's a bit of an alternative groom, he wants you to feel special and lovely and pretty. Plus, getting to tease you about being his little wife is an awfully appealing idea - as is the fact that now you actually belong to him, just as he's been telling you all along. (Plus, now you can't even pretend to put up a fight about him not wearing a condom - you're married, so who cares if he knocks you up now?)

Nobunaga, frankly, already was under the impression that you were married in every way except name. You're living together (forcibly, but that's besides the point), you sleep in the same bed (again, forcibly), share finances (he controls everything you get, so 'share' perhaps isn't the best word), and he touches you like a husband would (even if you wish he wouldn't). Marriage is simply the final nail in the coffin of what you should already know is your love story - so slip on the white dress and let him slip you out of it later that night - it'll be fun, he promises.

(I was inspired by the idea of Chrollo and a wedding, so have a little blurb about it!)

Chrollo thinks the idea is cute. He's got enough aliases to register a marriage in whatever country he happens to be in, quickly filing the paperwork with minimal scuff.

It's endearing, honestly - the idea of you being his loving wife, his woman, wearing a pretty ring sparkling on your finger that symbolizes both his love for you and your belonging to him.

He views the idea as both something to quell his romantic and possessive instincts towards you, all the while pleasing you by finally having something normal happen in your relationship. He may have kidnapped you, may be a mass criminal, and he may infuriate you to the point of insanity, but all women dream about getting married, right?

And while you may be volatile towards him, even you can't deny the idea of marrying him - he's seen the way you look at him, how your disgust gets less pronounced with every passing day when he touches you, how resignation is slowly settling into your frowns and the slump of your shoulders.

And so, he'll propose, it'll be a grand affair, but Chrollo has this way of making everything seen so casual and subtle, even if the candlelit dinner he pops the question over is anything but. He takes you out on dates once in a blue moon, with those dark eyes watching your every move and making sure you do nothing even remotely suspicious.

The first thing you'll notice on this night, however, is how there's no one around int he restaurant - with a wonderful view of the city skyline and the full moon making it all glow. It's empty, save for you and Chrollo. There's a white wicker candle burning between the two of you and a collection of blood red flowers sitting in an ornate glass vase, one of your favorite desserts sitting in front of you on the immaculate, perfectly pressed white tablecloth.

(He'd ordered both your meal and your dessert for you, of course, though irritatingly enough, you'd enjoyed the food and were begrudgingly going to enjoy the sweet.)

He's been unusually quiet the entire dinner, those dark eyes seeming to bore into you even harder than usual, making goosebumps rise all along your body.

(Your body that's covered in a stunning, sating emerald dress that he picked, of course. The sizing was perfect, as always, even looking hand tailored despite never going to the sizing appointments yourself.)

It's scared you a bit, truth be told, but as soon as he leans back, pressing the glass of wine to his lips with a twinkle in those soulless eyes that keep looking at your fingers, things will suddenly start to click. There's a pause as he swallows, and all too soon his voice is filling up the previously empty air, his voice almost giddy as he asks if you enjoyed the food.

You'll nervously respond with a yes, and he'll let the smallest of smiles slip onto his lips. But this smile - this smile - it feel real, genuine, unlike any other smile you've seen him give you before. There's something sharp about it, vulnerable and raw and horrible, and it makes it hard to breath as he utters the next sentence.

Will you be eternally mine, love? Would you let me be eternally yours?

It's cheesy and far too dramatic and just too much, but what choice do you have? It's not like you can really say no. And when you nod, that smile will get bigger and wider, a cold hand reaching across the table to clasp over yours while you shrink back.

And that smile stays until the wedding date- very soon after he initially asks, in an older, gothic-style church. It's clearly been abandoned, but there's no dust or grime to be seen anywhere and the large, ornate glass windows make you think the place has actually been recently scrubbed from floor to ceiling.

The pews are a dark mahogany, almost black, with curling designs and animals carved into the wood. The floor is stone and the walls are too, making everything feel gray and glowing from all the candles still present. The Troupe is all present, remarkably all dressed in formal attire - suites and dresses, and if you'd actually wanted to be there, you almost might've laughed at the sight of Phinks wearing a rose pendant at his lapel.

The dress - once again, chosen by Chrollo and perfectly fitted - a creamy ivory color. It's surprisingly simple, something you hadn't been expecting from your self-proclaimed lover - it's satin and smooth, the fabric rippling beautifully as you walk, with a high neckline and long sleeves that only bell out at the wrists.

The back, however, is much more what you associate with Chrollo's style - it's entirely open, showing off the expanse of your back all the way from your shoulders to right above your tailbone. The cold air of the church makes you shiver, as do all the stares of the Troupe members when you walk down the aisle alone.

The flowers are all red roses and Persian lilies. There's nothing green.

The ring is simple; a silver band with his name engraved along the interior, and a jade set into the band that's a deep, rich green standing out against your skin. He slips it onto your finger with hands that you think are slightly shaking, his Adam's Apple bobbing ever so slightly. He seems distracted throughout the whole ceremony, and he keeps a firm grip on your hands throughout it all, his grip tight enough to leave bruises against your knuckles.

The ceremony is officiated by a man that looks far too unphased by the presence of criminals to be a real priest, and quickly it becomes apparent that he'll entertain no sort of rebellion from you. He hardly even lets you finish your vows, sounding impatient to the to the 'I do'.

The clapping is loud as Chrollo's hand settles onto your waist, his pink lips perking into a smile as he leans closer to you, his breath smelling of mint as it fans across your cheeks, his whisper of your name making your breath hitch as he kisses you, your first intimacy as an officially married couple.

The kiss is innocent and tame, but the weight of its meaning makes your shoulders sink and your stomach drop, something inside of you slowly curling up and dying. He pulls back for a moment, before diving in again, this time shoving his tongue into your mouth and wrapping his arm fully around your waist, a sharp inhale sounding as he kisses you harder, deeper, fervently, his fingertips pressing into you and crumpling the fabric of the dress he'd forced you into.

Eventually he pulls away, slightly out of breath and his hair a little out of place across his forehead and god that damn smile is back as he looks at you, this sort of wide-eyed expression settling across his face that looks too boyish and genuine to be real.

My wife... He muses under his breath, licking his lips and not letting his gaze falter from yours.

Many kisses will come later that night, as he strips you out of the lacy white lingerie you're wearing under the dress, as he pushes inside of you with a sort of muffled strangled noise, as he sweats and his hips stutter and he buries his face into your neck and claims you as his.

#yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere chrollo #_hxh #_chrollo lucilfer #_machi komacine #_phinks magcub #_shizuku murasaki #_pakunoda #_shalnark #_uvogin #_feitan portor #_nobunaga hazama #_franklin bordeau

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impactedfates · 8 months

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imagine yanqing finding out his older sister’s dating jing yuan dhskdbsks

A/N: No but actually, I think that would be a rather funny concept. I wrote this in a scenario/HC format so hopefully that's alright :>>

Warnings: None really (I think)

Extra: Fem! Reader but can probably be read as GN! anyways :)

As we may or may not know. Yanqing doesn't really have parents anymore. So to him, you're probably a parental figure. Let's say that you are an extremely good cook/baker. So one day when Yanqing texted you that he was hungry and forgot to bring his lunch. What better way to surprise him by cooking him a meal and bringing it to him when he's training?

When you arrived on the training grounds, you could already hear Yanqing complaining about being hungry to who you find out to be the General of the Loufu, Jing Yuan himself.

With a small laugh you call out to him and show him the lunch you made for him in which he was quick to drop his things and run over, grabbing it out of your hands and quickly munching on it. Whether or not it was time for a break, Jing Yuan didn't say and instead went to talk to you.

You found Jing Yuan to actually be rather nice to talk to. In fact, one conversation led to another, and another and another. Until Jing Yuan asked you out one day as Yanqing left to buy more swords for his collection.

You thought to tell your younger brother quickly about your new found relationship with the General, but Jing Yuan shushed you, he wanted to make him finding out "special" and gave you his usual grin.

And so cue the two of you attempting to hide your relationship from your brother. It was rather difficult in all honestly. The two of you needing to be careful when you would want to kiss each other in public or cuddle.

Yanqing however, did in fact catch on the longing gazes that Jing Yuan would give you when you visited during training hours or even when the two of them were just in The Seat of Divine Foresight and you visited there as well.

He also caught on, on how you stared a second too long at the General when he's trying to talk to you. How rude of you to ignore your younger brother >:(

Due to the fact he still didn't know about your relationship with the General, he once spoke up about the constant visits and stares. Yanqing: Y'know…I think the General and you would make a really good couple. [Name]: You do now… Yanqing: Yeah! I mean you two obviously like each other, why don't you two get together? *oblivious* *Meanwhile Jing Yuan at the back trying not to laugh*

The moment Jing Yuan decided to tell Yanqing however, was when he had finally proposed to you. Yanqing spotted the new ring on the Generals finger during their next training section and questioned it.

THEN YOU WALKED IN WITH A MATCHING FINGER AND HE'S JUST THERE LIKE "Wait what..?"

"Ah right, Yanqing before I forget, me and [Name] are engaged"

"YOU'RE WHAT?"

All in all though, he's happy for you and the General. He already sees Jing Yuan as a father figure and he kinda sees you as a parental figure as well.

Just...he's kinda annoyed at the General for convincing you to not tell him yet, but hey! He was an awesome ring holder (idk their actual name help)

Sorry if this is rather short (┳◡┳) The idea was really cute so I thought of random scenarios that could lead up to him finding out. I hope you liked this anyways anon!! :D

(Also totally didn't struggle to think which character banner to put on this)

#HSR #Honkai Star Rail #Honkai starrail #Jing Yuan #Yanqing #Jing Yuan x You #Jing Yuan x Reader #HSR x You #HSR x Reader #hsr fluff #hsr imagines #🎭 masked fools

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emry-stars-art · 9 months

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The princess bride is an incredible movie but I have to say my very favorite scene is the sword fight between Westley and Inigo. (I fence so this scene is one of my all time favorites) Anyway what I’m proposing is that Andrew learned to fence growing up and kept at it. First because it would be very cool and second because I think everyone should fence especially gay royalty.

And you're RIGHT

So. I drew it obviously but i also love the idea of this being one of Nathaniel and Andrew's first close encounters. So I also wrote it here, thank you SO MUCH for your tips on how fencing works and i hope it doesn't mess it up too bad that I switched around some of the rules, we'll say it's Palmetto's traditions 💕😅

And actually I think this it's how Nathaniel gets to be Andrew's bodyguard in the first place. You guys read the ideas below and tell me if you agree or not bc honestlyyyyyyy 👀

(Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

The first thing Andrew notices is that Nathaniel listens. He didn't expect to be taken seriously with "Don't come back until you're equal in the sport". Or he expected Nathaniel to come back time and time again to challenge him until he finally beat Andrew by luck or sheer probability. But the next time Day tries to hand Andrew's fencing off to Nathaniel again, Nathaniel declines (which infuriates Day in his usual huffy attitude but thats besides the point).

When Day goes over to question Nathaniel on it where he's leaning on the fence - again just watching - Nathaniel only says "I'm not good enough yet." Not "the prince ordered it" or "I'm not allowed to". It seems like he really is just listening to what Andrew said.

Day tries to say he's fine, he needs work but he's getting better. He won't get "good" without more practice. But Nathaniel only shakes his head.

Andrew finds this horribly interesting.

So Nathaniel keeps practicing with Day and maybe some others - maybe he gets to practice against some soldiers and he meets Matthew Boyd, the infantryman the myth the legend (was that even a rank back then I can't remember. Probably). Until finally, a good while later, Nathaniel actually manages to beat Day. They're both surprised, but time and time again Nathaniel proves he's at almost equal skill. And if he's equal to Day, he has a chance against Andrew.

Andrew's first hint that something has changed is that Day actually asks Nathaniel again - he'd stopped trying after a second refusal. The next is that Nathaniel actually accepts.

It's exhilarating to have Nathaniel on the other end of his challenge once more. It takes more clear prompting, but he even has Nathaniel talking again, though less boldly than the last time. He enjoys it (by Andrew's terms in a sport he still considers halfway useless) as much as he had the first.

Nathaniel wins fair and square.

After that, seeing Nathaniel take his words so literally and respect them and then best him in fair hand-to-hand combat? Andrew knows exactly who to ask for when Day's finally had enough of being his stand-in guard.

#thissssss was super fun hehe #i was bemoaning the loss of the sword under the chin #bc it doesnt take far into nathaniel/abram's employment for both of them to be very careful with each other #MUCH LESS after evermore #but we snuck it in bois #anyway #fan art #my art #my writing #royal au #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #asks

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mamawasatesttube · 3 months

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first, I just wanna say the Kon agonies are making me lose my freaking mind!!!! oh my GOD I’m devouring your writing every single time!!!

second, for my actual ask!! I was wondering how you think timkon’s proposal would be like? If you haven’t already told us, I feel like you have but I’m not sure!

thank you thank you!! i love kon and his issues. he has so many of them. (shameless plug for the kon agonies here again <3)

i love to think abt timkon proposal ideas. many possible ways it could go but i FIRMLY believe the one way it Can't go is "traditionally perfect and cliché and romantic". it has to go sideways at least a little. they're both weirdos with an insane general lifestyle. i have several ideas that i think are all really fun, but the baseline is just that there's no way it goes off without a hitch. therefore, i present:

how DO tim and kon get engaged? (one possibility!)

on a very casual chill date night in, while sharing a pizza while hanging out on the couch in their pajamas and watching star trek, they agree they want to get married. they also both agree it'll still be fun to do a proposal.

yeah each of them is now going "hehehe. i'm gonna surprise him with a nice date and i'll romance him as he deserves and then ask him to marry me and he will be swept off his feet!!!"

so. you know. now it's a race.

one weekend, kon takes tim on a lovely romantic date. by the point kon's got him sitting in his lap way up in the sky, twirling wispy clouds around them both into hearts while he points up at stars way overhead, tim is INCREDIBLY suspicious of what's coming (a proposal) and is SO mad because he was going to propose NEXT WEEKEND.

kon's sappy speech gets interrupted by toyman attacking metropolis and tim is like. oh thank god. i mean uhh... wow... FUCK toyman! i'm SO mad about this! meanwhile kon pouts the entire time he's decimating a small army of toy soldiers with real guns. tim finds this adorable.

kon almost still pops the question anyway, but his vanity stops him. his hair got a little singed by a giant firebomb and he's upset about it. he can't propose like this.

next weekend, tim takes kon on a lovely romantic date. when he goes down on one knee in front of a park fountain under a canopy of string lights (very romantic, kon deserves it), kon starts HOLLERING and pulls his ring box out like NO!!! I DID SO GOOD LAST WEEK IM PROPOSING TO YOU!!!!!

tim: NOT IF I GET THERE FIRST. CONNER KENT YOURE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE—

kon: YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE YOURE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND IM GONNA PUNT YOU INTO THIS FOUNTAIN IF YOU DONT LET ME PROPOSE TO YOU FIRST—

tim, yelling over him: —AND I'D BE HONORED TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU—

kon tackles him.

they both fall into the fountain.

they both have to hunt for their ring boxes in the fountain.

passerby are staring.

they are in their nice fancy date clothes. on their hands and knees. crawling around in a big ol park fountain. it's cold. they're a mess. please send help

kon finds his ring box first (tim swears up and down that he cheated by ttking tim's box away every time he almost grabbed it) and tackles tim a second time, sits on him in the fountain, and grabs his face.

tim licks him. kon is, shockingly, undeterred.

"TIM," he says, and squishes tim's cheeks. "you're a STUBBORN ASSHOLE. WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

"I'M a stubborn asshole?!" tim demands. it's muffled because his cheeks are still very squished. "god, obviously yes, but you're the jackass, i planned tonight out so well and you hijacked it—"

kon kisses him. tim kisses him back.

tim's ring box mysteriously happens to brush his fingers then. very convenient, thank you, kon.

they exchange rings still sitting there in the cold water under all the lights. tim's teeth are starting to chatter.

passerby are still staring.

they don't care. they're engaged!

and that's the story of how tim drake gets mild hypothermia and kon fusses and frets over him for the rest of the weekend—uhhh I MEAN, the story of how tim and kon get engaged. yippee!!

#answers #rockstar-robin #timkon #i also think its very easy for ti to be a super lowkey casual affair #and i ALSO love the idea of a world-ending cataclysmic space battle for the pirates of the caribbean style proposal/wedding #but i think the comedy zone is just really fun. i like it when theyre silly #tim #kon #rambles

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gojocp · 4 months

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birthdays

wc: 0.4k featuring: gojo satoru

a/n: hello!! this is for gojo's birthday (im so late ik, i got lazy LMFAO) happy birthday pookayyy!!!

"BABE! BABY! GUESS WHAT??" you hear your manchild boyfriend call out to you from his spot on the couch.

"What?"

"Apparently, that one cafe gives out free treats when it's a customer's birthday or someone proposes! You know what I'm thinking, right?" he looks over the couch at you like a child.

"We go on your birthday and fake a proposal?" you ask unamused. He does this on everyone's birthday, proposing to you any chance he can get.

"It's called preparing for the future?? Duhhh!" he says, every time you question the idea.

"Oh my goodness, you read my mind! Aren't we so similar?? Great minds really do think alike." he giggles. "So, bring that one ring we use and dress in your prettiest, most extravagant, most beautiful, most amazing, jaw-dropping, show-stopping, breathtaking dress."

"...okay," you respond, already used to what he would say.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"You ready to get married, baby?" Satoru teases, taking your hand in his.

"Yep."

"Then let's go!!" He drags you along, finding a table by the window.

After you finish eating your food, Satoru gets out of his seat and onto one knee.

"(Y/N), for the past 22 years, you've made me the happiest person alive. I really, truly do love you. And I would want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. So, what I'm saying is... Will you marry me?"

"YES!" you exclaim, jumping out of your seat and into his arms, hugging him close. When you pull away, he slips the ugliest plastic wedding ring ever created onto your finger, and you have to pretend to be in awe of its beauty.

An employee smiles as she brings out a cake, saying "congratulations" on top. "Ah, it's also my birthday, do you guys do anything for that?" Satoru asks, as if he doesn't already know.

"Oh, we do actually. I'll bring out the cake, that one and this are both free, by the way."

"Thank you so much."

After you pay for your meal and leave, you look at your ring. "This is so ugly."

"WHAT??"

"What?"

"I JUST PROPOSED, WHAT THE FUCK?? HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?"

"It wasn't even a real proposal?? And we haven't been together for 22 years?"

"Ugh, how dare you... I thought I meant something to you." he sulks. However, his pout quickly disappears as he hears your laughter.

And he smiles to himself, knowing next year he'll propose with a diamond ring.

#gojocp #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader

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stiffyck · 1 year

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I’m so fucking in love with the desert alien scar au like YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. I love fictional alien species so much this is scratching such a good part of my brain-

That being said, what does it look like when Scar burrows himself in the sand? Like does he completely submerge himself or only leave like his head peeking out? DOES HE WIGGLE IN THE SAND LIKE A SNAKE DOES TO GET COMFY??? And does Grian realize that Scar was proposing to him with the flowers or…

also. Does Scar grow his hair out long bc he likes how warm it is???

aAAAAA SDJFSDK YESSSS! OKAY OKAY SO SCAR BURROWING HIMSELF IN THE SAND. ALL OF THE OPTIONS CAN HAPPEN. SOMETIMES HE'LL BURROW COMEPLETELY, SOMETIMES HIS HEAD WILL STICK OUT. DEPENDS ON THE MOOD. AS LONG AS ITS WARM AND COMFY THATS ALL SCAR NEEDS SDFHJBS.

The hair. maybe! I haven't thought about his hair much in this au so! possibly!!!!!

And finally. No, Grian has no idea Scar proposed to him. The way Grian finds out is actually a funny little scene we talked about sdjkfns.

basically. Scar thinks he and Grian are married since Grian accepted the flowers. and- actually? im gonna copy paste the rambles i have for this already:

Mumbo who Scar feels so safe with because he knows hes not gonna tell anyone anything he shows him or ask invasive questions or touch his ears etc. And mumbo whos so curious but doesnt wanna be pushy or too curious or anything. Scar who asks Mumbo if hes curious about where he comes from, what he is. Mumbo admitting that yea hes curious, but if Scar doesnt wanna share hes not gonna push... And Scar from then on sharing little bits and pieces of information about his culture and customs. He mentions one time that where hes from, they propose by giving someone a flower.

One time mumbo sees a beautiful flower field and thinks about Scar and decides to give him flowers.... He forgot what giving flowers means to Scar. Then Scar getting really blushy and stuttering and Mumbo cant figure out why simple flowers would make him so flustered....

Then imagine Mumbo sitting up in the middle of the night realising "OH MY GOD I JUST PROPOSED TO SCAR" Cue Mumbo running to Grian and waking him up at ass o'clock like "GRIAN WHAT DO I DO I MARRIED SCAR BY ACCIDENT"

Bonus point if thats how Grian finds out hes married to Scar. Mumbo panicking and going to Grian and Grian going "how do you accidentally propose to someone-" And Mumbo saying that in Scars culture they propose by givignn flowers and Grian goes silent before "oh my god I'M married to Scar!"

I'm very normal about them as you can see

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #daau #hermitshipping #mumscarian #mumbo #grian #i am so ill for them

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PART 2

Jack faces a glitch in his master plan but can he turn things around?

📍See Part 1: Jack decides to teach his friends a lesson for how they treat Y/N

18+ Adult Themes - Drama/Language

It was all over town. Drake and JCole were coming to Lexington and of course Jack wouldn’t miss it. His two idols couldn’t pass through Kentucky without paying homage to the King of Kentucky. The buzz was crazy and there was already thousands of people on a Ticketmaster wait list.

Everyone in Jack’s crew looked forward to going. No question Jack would perform Churchill Downs with Drake and the afterparty would be legendary. Immediately his team went into preparation putting out promo. Jack started getting calls from his inner circle. “Of course you’re all coming” He said on his 20th call for the morning. Even his mother called. “Really mom?” He said incredulously.

As part of Jack’s team you flew into prep mode to support Neelam with anything she needed to coordinate the perfect experience with Drake and Cole’s teams. You got to FaceTime with both of them and realized Jack must have a nickname for you that he was telling everybody to call you by.

When Drake got on the phone with you he said the same thing as JCole “Sup lil Mama.” They endearingly said.

“Jackman.” You said seriously to Jack one morning, why’s everyone starting to call me “Lil Mama?”

“Cuz pups is Lil Yo and you Lil Mama.” He said as he pecked you on the forehead preparing to head to the studio for the day.

“Ah ok thanks for clearing that up.” You said smiling to yourself that he considered you, him, and the puppy such a unit. You didn’t live with him but you may as well. You had a lot of stuff at his place like clothes and a toothbrush. Technically you actually lived on campus.

Since the incident with you telling him about his female friends being two-faced with you Jack had a plan to fuck with them for fucking with you and you couldn’t wait.

You took “Lil Yo” a.k.a Lou Lou for a walk, went to the gym, and headed to art class. The bartender from the club Jack DJ’d at was in your class and always held a spot for you. “Hey girl” he said “You ready to present today?”

“So ready, I did a ton of research for this art history project. How about You?” You asked him.

“I’m not as prepared as you which is no surprise.” He replied with a sigh. “So has Mr. Lovin on Me proposed yet?”

You were surprised at the randomness of the question.

“Is there something you know that I don’t?” You said slightly irritated.

“Just think it’s been awhile. From what you’ve told me there’s no shortage of competition.” He said. Word in Jack’s circles was a proposal was coming.

Jack was going to pop the question and his female friends were saying in secret chat rooms that Jack could do better. Your friend was in that chat and you had no idea. He got chummy with some of them the night you ditched them to talk to him at the bar for so long. Finding out they had the same goals of hating you and Jack as a couple, they invited him into their inner circle of witches.

He wanted you badly since first year of college. The mission they gave him was to get things on you they could use and provoke a situation where you kiss, or even sleep with him and they get Jack back as an eligible bachelor. When Jack was single they believed one of them had a shot at landing him and they would all share the benefits in money, clothes, gifts, or trips, and have access to other rich men.

Jack was FaceTiming you which he often did when you were in class. He didn’t care about timing. Class hadn’t started yet so you picked up.

“Hey babe!” You said “what’s up?”

“Just wishing you good luck today.” He said but his smile soon faded.

“Hey What’s Poppin?” The bartender appeared and waved.

“Sup.” Jack said unceremoniously

You caught the change in Jack’s tone. “Babe are you good?” You asked concerned

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said in a bit of a snarky way

“Ok either you’re suddenly bi-polar or I’m trippin.” You said about his complete switch up.

“He always sit next to you?” Jack asked

“Yeah of course, he saves me a seat most times cuz you know I’m always late.” You explained

“Oh of COURSE he saves a seat for you.” Jack repeated in a mocking way.

“Uh I gotta go hun. I love you, and don’t forget to call Drizzy this afternoon, we need everything to be perfect for the show.” You were a bit troubled by Jack’s change in behaviour all of a sudden and decided to bring him back to business.

After your presentation you were standing outside talking with your bartender friend and some other classmates who were congratulating you on a great presentation when a White Jeep rolled up with heavy bass thumping. Once people caught on who it was they swarmed the jeep screaming and whipped out their phones. Urban, Nemo, and Nicki waved to you as Jack jumped out with the puppy and came towards you. He had on jeans, a white tank top, and shades. A simple but deadly combination. He signed some autographs and took a few selfies on his way over to you and your friends.

“Baby.” He said handing you Lou Lou and planting a deep kiss on you making girls on campus wish they were you.

“Ummm hi” you said a bit embarrassed and a bit mesmerized as your lips parted. He always had that effect on you. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Well I thought I’d come see my girl and take her shopping.” He said glancing nonchalantly at the bartender who stood there with his arms folded.

“So as I was saying Y/N I think your point about Van Gough was spot on.” The bartender continued completely ignoring Jack Harlow just appeared. “Your work is amazing. I can’t wait to see it at a gallery one day. With all Jack’s connections I’m sure that’ll happen for you.” Bartender guy said. “Jack what’s your favourite piece Y/N has ever painted?”

Jack knew what this guy was trying to do but fact of the matter was Jack couldn’t really answer him. He was so absorbed in his career he didn’t know what your best work was.

“I can’t pick a favourite.” Jack said “Y/N is so talented, she can get her own opportunities and I’ll support whatever she does.”

“Wow, can’t even get a little hook up? That’s kinda rough Y/N.” The bartender said getting on Jack’s last nerve.

You watched the exchange in silence. Finally understanding what was going on. You decided to defend Jack. “You know if I was touring the globe I don’t think I’d have enough time to know all of my work either. Jack doesn’t have to know what his favourite painting of mine is. He supports me 100%.” You said lovingly looking up at Jack.

“Yeah well you’re an artist. Why did some other artist do his album cover? Drake’s 5 year old drew his album cover. Do you know all the words to Jack’s songs? I bet you know your favourite Jack Harlow song but he can’t tell us what his favourite painting is of his “Lil Mama?”” He dug into your deepest insecurities as you confided in him that you thought Jack was not selfish but self-absorbed.

Everyone was staring and a crowd was gathering. Jack didn’t want to make a scene and get you in trouble at school.

“Let’s go baby before someone gets hurt.” Jack said looking at the guy and then at his friends in the Jeep, sending a clear message. Jack’s radar went up. Only inner circle knew he called you his “Lil Mama”.

“Yeah Jack I agree let’s go” You said and looked disappointedly at who you thought was a good friend as you walked away.

“Why did you come to my school?” You said snapping your seat belt angrily.

“I thought you were happy to see me.” Jack said sarcastically.

“Since when do you show up at my school in your fucking sunglasses acting like you just showed up to some red carpet just to take me shopping? You don’t do shopping sprees, and I don’t want them. What douche bag is impersonating my boyfriend? And you should know my paintings and have a favourite!!! Everything is not about you!”

“You see what this fucking asshole is trying to do and it’s working!” Jack yelled as he hit the road. All the guys were quiet in the Jeep as you argued.

“Take me to my dorm.” You demanded.

Jack did want to take you shopping…for a ring. The thought of some other guy that shared your passion in life and could get into your head was not ok. He had to make a major move, but now he was just mad.

“Fine. Go back to your little dorm.” Jack said furiously

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.” You said bawling and slammed the Jeep door. You handed Lou Lou over to Urban and ran to your dorm. You weren’t even at the front door before you unfriended Jack on IG.

Jack’s female friends saw the unfollow as soon as it happened.

“You ok buddy?” One of them said as soon as he put them on speaker in the car.

“I’m fine why?” Jack said bewildered

“Y/N just unfollowed you.” She said

“What?” Jack said shocked “We had a fight, but why would she do that?”

“I never liked her. You don’t deserve that.” The girl said

“Naw you got it twisted. I don’t deserve Y/N” he said.

Jack couldn’t believe all the snakes in the grass and saw what everyone was trying to do to you and him. “Fellas, you wanna shut down a jewelry store so we can buy a ring in peace?” He said to his guys.

“A ring? After that just happened?” Urban said thinking his bestie had lost his mind.

“I need it now more than ever. Everyone tryna fuck me and Y/N up got it coming” Jack said determined.

“I’m down” Nemo said

“Let’s go fuck it up” Nicki agreed

“I think you’re crazy but count me in.” Said Urban

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice @ride4harlow

#jack harlow #fanfic #jackman thomas harlow #romance #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x reader

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Red Reznikov Fluff Alphabet

A = Aroma (What do they smell like?)

Aside from the smells of the kitchen, Red smells like orange peels with a hint of sugar.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

She has a ton of pet names for you. Mostly in Russian, and there’s a fair amount of them that she simply will not tell you the meaning of.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She’s not about to cuddle with you right off the bat. That’s something that’s earned with her. She does enjoy a cuddle every now and then though.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would they think about living together?)

Red is all about family, so settling down isn’t even a question. She’s not in for something casual.

E = Emotion (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Red is pretty reserved in her affections, at least out in the open. Though she does show her love in less direct ways, like picking up something you need, or cooking you something extra special.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

If she feels like putting in the effort, Red can definitely flirt. She doesn’t often, mainly lets you pursue her, but when she does, it’s guaranteed to leave you feeling very flustered.

G = Gifts (Are they a gift giver? What kind of gifts do they give?)

Red is very much a gift giver. She likes to give you small gifts just as reminders that she loves you and has been thinking about you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She can certainly get behind the idea of a good hug. If you’ve been apart for any length of time, expect a big ol’ bear hug upon return.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She shows it more than says it, so you might have to wait a while for the actual words to pass her lips, but it’s well worth it when you finally do hear it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She only gets jealous if she thinks someone is an actual threat to you or to her. If they’re playing nice with you and she thinks they have ulterior motives, she’ll be stepping in and warning them off before you know it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Red loves to kiss your head, your cheek and even sometimes the palm of your hand.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want some of their own?)

She raised three boys, so needless to say, she can definitely handle children. She wouldn’t want any more however. That chapter of her life is behind her.

M = Meet (How did they meet you?)

At lunch during your first day. Unlike Piper, you complimented the food, after having nil to nothing for the day or two prior.

N = Nurture (Are they good at taking care of you if you’re hurt/sick?)

The best. Red will have a thousand and one Russian home remedies to get you feeling better faster, some are far more palatable than others.

O = Out (What’s a typical date night with them like?)

A home cooked meal, usually made by Red, though sometimes she lets you help, followed by some quality time in whatever form that may come in.

P = Propose (When do you/they propose? How does the proposal go?)

Red wouldn’t want to make a big to do out of it. She’d prefer that if you were to propose, you’d just pull her aside and ask.

Q = Quirk (What small habit/feature/quirk do they have that you find especially endearing?)

The way she runs her fingers through her hair when she’s trying to look extra intimidating never fails to make you smile, but you wouldn’t want her to catch you doing it.

R = Routine (What does a typical day together look like? Routines, schedules, habits?)

She’s always up really early to get the morning meal started, and despite always wanting to help, she prefers you to get your sleep. It’s in the evenings that you really get to spend some time together. It’s her favorite part of the day, reading her book with your head on her lap is the best way for her to wind down.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

She’s very protective. God help anyone who crosses you. Lucky for you, few people dare mess with Red, so you can rest assured you’re pretty safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, etc?)

She puts in more effort than she’d ever admit to. She wants her special plans to look like they were spontaneous, but she’s organized every detail way in advance so everything will go off without a hitch.

U = Unique (What’s something they’d only do for you?)

She’d only let herself be truly vulnerable with you. She shows some vulnerability with Nicky, but even then there’s a bit of a wall up. But for you, it comes down.

V = Vulnerable (How long does it take them to feel comfortable being vulnerable around you?)

As mentioned above, it’s something she only allows herself around you. That being said, it does take a good, long while for her to even reach that point.

W = Wardrobe (What would they wear to impress you?)

That’s not something she ever really thinks about. You’re so damn besotted with her, she doesn’t think it would much matter.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Red’s main love language is food. But, she also loves physical touch, as long as it’s kept behind closed doors. You can get all lovey dovey with her and she’ll positively melt for it.

Y = You (What are some things they would like in a partner?)

She’d want someone who can be strong, yet still let her take the lead with most things. They’d have to have a good heart and go absolutely crazy for her cooking.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Red can be a fitful sleeper at times. Sometimes you have to gently wake her from a nightmare, and when she’s able to settle back down, she’s usually a more peaceful sleeper afterwards.

For @demonbabe

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-izzy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @lakita-fisher, @nclgsticore, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @bitchr-mkay, @sparrowspixie, @imaginationismyworldlypleasure

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#red reznikov #red reznikov fluff alphabet #red reznikov x reader #orange is the new black #oitnb #request

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

Word Count: 7904

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary: You both knew how he was and yet you somehow still put your faith in him to not to treat you like all the others. Lesson learned. At least you got a song out of it, right?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feels, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Threesome - F/M/M, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Humor

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

It all started a couple of weeks ago during movie night at Steve’s.

After everyone had gone to sleep in various areas of the house, the three of us were still a bit wired. So we retreated to Steve’s room and decided to play a game of 20 questions. Truth or dare really, without the ridiculous dares.

A question about sexual orientation came up. As it always seems too during these things.

Everyone knows you don’t have a preference for who you share your bed with. Gender truly means nothing to you in that regard. Seeing as there is no term for such an orientation these days you tend to go by Queer or Bi if someone really pushes it.

Your beloved Eddie is the same way. He just choses to remain label-less.

Although you’re a couple, you do tend to allow others into your bed from time to time if the mood strikes you. Your each other’s end game though for sure. Play partners are just that, for play.

Your only somewhat surprised to find out that Steve isn’t completely straight and has fooled around with men before. Always as a top of course. The man really loves to be serviced as much as he loves servicing. Or so he says.

“Have you ever kissed a guy before? Hooking up can mean a variety of things that don’t always include kissing.” You ask.

“Um,” He scratches the back of his neck. “Actually, I haven’t.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’ve had a dick in your mouth but never kissed a man?” Eddie chuckles out.

“Well, yeah.”

You and Eddie share a look with each other. Devilish smiles spreading across your faces. You’ve had many a conversation and dirty talk that involved your shared attraction and crush one Steve Harrington.

“Do you want to?” You ask.

“Want to what?”

“See what it’s like to kiss guy?” You and Eddie blurt out at the same time.

“I mean I wouldn’t say no. But funny enough, it’s never really come up.”

“What do you think sweetheart? Should I volunteer myself for a little experimentation?” Eddie wiggles his brows.

“I don’t mind. But it’s not up to me now is it puppy?”

“Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes are locked on Eddies lips as he bites his own.

“How bout we give him a little taste of them in action?” You propose as you dance your fingers along the smooth collum of skin along Eddie’s Adam’s apple.

“I think that is a fabulous idea.” He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Bringing your mouth to his where they connect in an all too familiar embrace. It’s slow, sensual, and so damn sweet it’s almost teeth rottingly beautiful.

Steve is entranced. Hypnotized by the natural way you submit to Eddie’s control. He wants a taste of that. Even if just this once. Because that is all he can ever be good for. Just one night.

Or so he believes. He has never stayed longer than that. The only time he ever allowed himself that kind of indulgence was with Nancy. That ended up with him being left anyway, so what was the point of trying to stay if everyone always leaves.

That’s a problem for later though. Right now, he really wants to know what Eddie’s lips feel like and how you taste on his tongue. It’s a two for one deal he’s dying to try if the uncomfortable bulge in his sweats is anything to go by.

Eddie breaks the kiss. Hand still clasped around your chin. Your eyes are lust blown and you have the sexiest little smile on your face.

“Think you wanna give it a try Big Boy?” Eddie’s is riddled with its own lust.

He visibly swallows and nods his head. “Yeah.”

Eddie releases your face. A whimper escapes you in protest and he gives your forehead a quick peck. “I’ll be right back baby. I know you want to know what the King tastes like. Be a good girl for me and I’ll let your first taste of him be mixed with my tongue. Hmm.”

You nod your head.

“Words, little bunny.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Crawling over on his hands and knees, Eddie moves toward an anxious looking Steve. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Steve nods his head. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He reaches forward, running a hand up Steve’s neck before tangling his fingers through the hair along his nape and pulling him forward. Similarly to the way he pulled you in just minutes before. He stops with his mouth just millimeters separating them. Giving Steve the chance to back out if that was what he wanted to do.

Instead Steve closes the gap and allows himself to be taking under Eddie’s spell. His lips are soft but that’s the only thing soft about this kiss. It is intense and all consuming. Making all his blood continue to run south to his already aching dick. Turning it to stone.

He can hear a faint whine in the distance. Most likely coming from you. He wants to see what this kiss is doing to make you whine like that. He’s dying to know what you think.

He doesn’t have to wait long to figure it out as Eddie pulls back. Releasing his hold on Steve’s hair. A small string of saliva connecting them to each other until they both turn to look at you.

You’re squirming in your spot on the floor. Thighs squeezed tight together. Looking for something to ease the ache you’re experiencing between your neglected pussy.

“Come here bunny girl.” Eddie husks out with a quirk of his fingers.

You quickly scramble over to him. As you’re deciding where to sit, he grips your waist and places you on his lap. Making sure your sweet little pussy is nestled in close to his rock-hard length. You whimper a bit at the feeling of him right up against where you need him most.

“What are you waiting for Bunny? You’ve earned your taste.” He sticks his tongue out and you latch on to it with a hunger Steve was not prepared for.

You moan as the flavor of him mixes with your boyfriends. Deepening the kiss your hips begin to grind against Eddie’s hardness nestled between your thighs.

Steve can’t help but to palm his own hardness trapped within his sweats. Is our combined taste really turning you on that much?

Eddie’s hands are gripped tight on your ass. Helping guide you over his shaft.

Steve may have had a wet dream or five about a scenario involving the three of you, just like this.

His eyes are fixated on the swell of your ass adorned with Eddie’s silver ringed fingers. He barely registers that Eddie has asked him a question.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you needed any help with that?” He points to Steve’s crotch. Where his hand has slipped under his sweats and has taken a full grip on his dick. Precum has begun to leak from his tip, creating a small wet patch against the grey fabric. He didn’t even realize that he had been slowly jacking off.

“Uh, Shit. Sorry. No. No. It’s ok. You guys stay here. I’m going to go take care of this.”

You whine when he gets up to walk out of the room. It stops him midway to the door.

Eddie begins to reassure you. “Oh Bunny. It’s okay. Stevie didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sure he wanted a kiss from you too. Who wouldn’t want to drown in your sugary sweetness?”

“What?” Steve turns with a look of confusion on his face.

“Oh your still here.” Eddie nonchalantly states. “She thinks she ruined your experience by being too eager over getting a taste of you when you never asked to kiss or involve her.”

Shock registers on his face. “Excuse me?”

“Tell him Bunny.” Eddie pinches your ass.

You fidget in Eddies lap. Unable to make eye contact with Steve. “Um. Well. I just got so turned-on watching you guys’ kiss. It was really fucking hot. I wanted to see more. Where it would lead to. Maybe even get my own private little live action porno. I was going to stay out of it. Promise I was. But then Eddie told me to come over for a taste and I just lost my mind. I’m sorry Steve. I should be the one to leave to let you guys enjoy yourself. We usually play together but I can stay on the sidelines or leave the room if that’s what you need me to do.”

“Why would you leave the room?”

“So you can continue your little switching experiment without any distractions.”

“You’re not a distraction in the way you’re thinking, Sug. Trust me.” Steve states with a crooked little smile.

“Then what way is it?”

“The, I can’t tell if I want you sandwiched between us or I want to be sandwiched between you two, kind of way.”

Your lips round on an exhale. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He bites his lip. “And you kissed Eddie first remember. So I already got a taste of you and that really wasn’t enough.”

“What are you saying Steve? Do want to kiss me?”

“I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Why wouldn’t I want a taste of all that Sugar?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words.

“Damn. King Steve strikes again. She’s like putty in your hands. Took me like a month to get her like this.”

“I can’t take all the credit. I didn’t even know she was submissive until you grabbed her chin and she melted into your kiss. I may have pulled her a bit deeper but that’s all you Eddie.”

“Thanks Stevie.” The man beams with pride. “So which one do you want more?”

“More what?”

“Do you want to have her sandwiched between us? Or do you want to be the filling in the middle?” Eddie asks.

Steve groans and grabs his cock once more. “Honestly.” He gives himself a squeeze as he imagines just what he wants. “I want to know what it feels like to be in the middle. I’ve only bottomed once or twice. I enjoyed it but I felt like something was missing. To fill someone up while I’m also nice and full. Fuck, that sounds heavenly.”

“Oh, Big Boy. Your wish is definitely my command. What do you say Bunny? Wanna have ourselves a Stevie sandwich. Finally see what all the fuss is about?”

“Yes, please.” You quickly agree. Uncaring of how this might go terribly wrong. Steve is the King of fuckboys after all.

“You heard her. Lose the clothes Harrington.” Eddie demands.

As Steve strips himself, Eddie takes his time undressing you. Almost as if he was putting on a show for Steve. Once you’re bare, he tells you to go lie on the bed as he quickly devests himself of his own tight clothing.

You're playing with yourself by the time they both reach the bed. Sinking two fingers into your dripping cunt. Coating them in your sweet arousal. Slowly pulling them out, you spread your fingers wide to show off the sticky mess now coating your hand.

Sitting up, you offer up your slick soaked fingers to Steve.

He crawls up into his bed, settling himself between your thighs. Widening them further with his hips as he weaves his tongue between your digits before sucking them into his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks and moaning at the sweet tartness dancing along his tastebuds.

A hand between his shoulder blades has Steve blinking his eyes open. Pupils blown out. Leaving only a sliver of their hypnotic brown to be seen.

“I know for a fact that my Bunny is more than wet enough to help aid in your bottoming adventure. But it never hurts to add some extra lubrication. Got any lube in here Stevie? If not, I’ll have to make a trip to the van.” Eddie inquires.

Eyes never straying from your glistening folds Steve responds to Eddie almost on autopilot. “N-nightstand. Top drawer. It’s a pretty new bottle too.”

“Good boy.” Eddie gives his ass a light slap and retrieves the lube. On his way back onto the bed he leans down to check in with you. Placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “You still ok with this Bunny?”

“I’m very green, Sir. Check for yourself if you don’t believe me.” You tease.

He slides his hand down your torso. The metal of this rings cool against your over heated skin. When he meets the tender flesh of your pussy, he strokes along your weeping slit. Gathering your wetness to then tease your clit with tiny little circles.

You can’t help the moan that escapes. He knows how to use those dexterous guitarist fingers, all too well.

“Mmm. Thanks for the assist baby. This’ll definitely help ease my fingers inside him.”

With his hand on Steve’s hip, he slides it down to grip his cheek. Spreading the supple skin to allow him access to Steve’s own little sweet hole.

“Now, Stevie. While I'm back here doing the hard work of prepping this nice ass of yours. I’m going to need you to be as relaxed as possible. My advice is to slide inside Bunnies warm and inviting cunt. I promise the grip of her walls hugging your cock will turn your brain to mush.”

“You good with that Sugar? Gonna let me sink right in?” Steve whispers in your ear.

“Please. I’m so empty Stevie.” You beg.

“We can’t have that now can we?” Giving himself a slow stroke. He gives his base a squeeze as he glides his tip along your folds. Tapping it against your aching button, making you gasp and squirm.

Your eyes remain focused on his face as he notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes his way inside.

Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

“Please.” You whine. You just want someone to move already. You’re so turned on it won’t take much for you to come undone.

Steve groans at your plea. Eddie swivels his hips and grinds deeper into Steve once more. Causing the overstimulated man to arch back into him and then plunge himself forward. Finally giving in and taking all the pleasure he can get.

It doesn’t take long before the room is filled with the cacophony of moans and whimpers as you lose yourselves in each other. The unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh rattling off the walls.

Steve’s thumb is rubbing circles against your swollen clit and you can no longer take the torture. You are the first one to succumb to the pleasure and lose your in the tidal wave of an orgasm.

Your pussy clenching down around Steve causes a domino effect. Without warning Steve’s length thickens even further as his cock begins to unload rope after rope of his creamy seed into your waiting womb.

The orgasm so powerful that his own hole, stretched wide by Eddie’s girth, starts to pulsate with each spurt. Taking Eddie over the edge, as he buries himself deep and let’s Steve milk him for all he’s worth.

You all collapse to the bed in a puddle of tangled limbs. Your pussy is a drenched mess covered in slick and Steve’s cum leaking from your still quivering hole. Eddie can’t help but lean over and clean the mess up with his tongue. Even going so far as to clean your essence off of Steve’s dick as well. Giving the stunned man a deep kiss once he’s finished.

He then proceeds to scoop you up into his arms and bring you to the bathroom so you can pee. There will be no UTI’s on his watch. When you’ve finished, he places you on the counter and using a warm wash cloth, delicately cleans your swollen petals of any remaining mess. A common practice in his aftercare.

Upon exiting the bathroom, with you wrapped tightly around his torso, Eddie notices the room is now vacant. Steve is nowhere to be found. He places you back on the bed and tucks himself in behind you.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Probably just went to use another bathroom. Get some sleep Bunny.” He kisses the back of your neck and you lose yourself to the pull of slumber.

You wake the next morning. Still wrapped in Eddies arms. The spot next to you in bed looks the same as before you crashed. You try and carefully remove yourself from your boyfriends’ arms but he begins to stir, pulling you in closer.

“Baby, I have to pee and we need to get going. I’m sure everyone is already awake.”

“Okay. Okay.” Eddie mumbles.

You pull yourselves out of bed, get dressed and make your way out to the kitchen where you hear numerous voices chattering.

“Morning.” You greet your friends. Noting that a particular person is missing. “Where’s Steve?”

“Oh, he left already. Said he had something he needed to do at work this morning.” Dustin relays.

“It’s Sunday. We don’t even open until 11. What could he possibly have to do?” Robin argues.

“I don’t know. That’s just what he told me.”

You and Eddie share a look. You can’t hide the mild hurt in your eyes. You really hope this isn’t what your gut is screaming it is.

Turns out, it was exactly what you thought it was.

You haven’t heard from or seen Steve since that night you all spent tangled up together. Eddie’s calls to hang out received “I’m sorry man. I’m busy,” or “Let me think about it”. If they didn’t go straight to voicemail.

You don’t even know what happened. You weren’t expecting him to crawl back into your guy’s bed or want to be a part of the relationship. But you also weren't expecting him to ghost the both of you like he has all the others. You were friends. The best of friends you thought. But it looks like you were sorely mistaken.

And goddamn does it sting.

“Bunny, I’m loving that the creative juices are flowing, but we really need to rehearse for this week’s show baby. Kind of hard to do without our lead singer.” Eddie teases you.

He’s also been effected by Steve’s coldness. He’s just better at hiding it. “What are you working on anyway?”

“I’m just working through some shit. Trying to purge it from my system. It’s that or turn to violence and vandalism.” You say with a sweet smile.

“I love how quickly you can go from sweet to vicious. All while maintaining a look of innocence.” He chuckles. “Let me see what ya got.”

You hand over your tattered notebook, where you’ve scribbled down your feelings toward the situation with Steve. He scans the words with a critical eye, brows furrowing like when he’s working on a new campaign for Hellfire Club.

“Do you have a melody for this already?”

“Kind of.”

“Good. So we can workshop it. I have some ideas.”

“Why would we need to workshop it?”

“Because babe. We’re going to preform it Saturday night in front of all our friends. Including Steve.”

“How on earth are we going to do that when he’s avoiding us like the plague?” You question.

He stretches his hand out to help you off the floor. Pulling you close as soon as you rise. “Just leave that to me, Bunny.” He kisses you on the nose and smacks your ass. “Now let’s make go make some music!”

“Come on Steve. Everyone’s waiting inside.” Robin whines.

“I told you I’m not feeling it tonight. I promised I would drive you and I have. Call me if you need a ride home.” Steve says with a sigh. He just wants to go home and sulk. Hiding from the recent feelings that he has been trying to avoid.

“Steeeeve. At least come inside and have one drink. Then you can go be grumpy at home.” She pleads.

“I’m not grumpy.” He huffs.

“Uh huh. And I don’t have a major crush on Vicki. You’ve been in a foul mood for weeks. You never know, their might be a little cutie inside to help bring you out of your funk.”

“Ugh. Fine.” He relents. Finding a parking spot and turning the car off. Robin beams with victory as they leave the car and head inside The Hideout.

They find their group of misfits rather quickly. You and Eddie don’t seem to be in attendance, much to his dismay. Sure he’s been avoiding the both of you but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy being in your presence.

Everyone greets him with their normal enthusiasm and jabs. Making him feel a little better for listening to Robin and coming inside.

“Ooh, It’s almost showtime.” Dustin says with excitement.

“Showtime?” Steve asks.

“Yeah showtime. Sug and Eddie’s band are debuting a new song tonight. They won’t tell any of us what it’s about so I’m excited to finally hear it.” He nonchalantly says.

“I heard this one is really personal.” Max chimes in.

“Ohhh. Even better.” Robin quips.

Steve just swallows. So that is where the two of you are. Getting ready to hit the stage. Maybe if he gets up and leaves now, you’ll never know he was even here.

Before he gets the chance to make an escape, the stage lights up with you dead center. Eddie is standing to your right. His favorite electric guitar strapped to his chest.

Even in the dim light of the bar you find your friends with ease. Eyes zoning in on Steve’s unmistakable frame. Your eyes lock for a moment as your drummer counts in and Eddie starts playing. It’s a beat he’s never heard before. Must be the new song. With a wink you turn to face the growing crowd and start singing.

The energy in the room is electric. You and Eddie are playing off of each other in perfect harmony. He can’t quite put his finger on why this new song is making him feel some type of way until there’s a lull and you enter a break down. Staring him down as you sing each note.

You were finished long before We had even seen the start Why don't you stand up? Be a man about it Fight with your bare hands about it now

I never wanted to say this You never wanted to stay, well did you? I put my faith in you, so much faith And then you just threw it away

You and Eddie sing the last chorus together on your mic. Foreheads pressed to each other’s. As Eddie strums his last chord and lets it ring out, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and lays a possessive kiss to your lips. You melt into the embrace, running your hands through his hair as the crowd goes wild.

As if you didn’t just call Steve out for treating the two of you like just another notch in his bedpost, you begin the next song. Throughout your whole set you continue to make eye contact with him. Never giving him a chance to escape. To run away like the coward he’s become.

You have a blast with your man onstage. Eddie playing up the sexy rocker as he teases and plays with you to the audience’s enjoyment.

The set is finally over and the bar has turned back to pumping music through the speakers. Steve is more than ready to leave. He just needs to finish his drink first.

Robin gets his attention. “That was such a great show. I love the new song. I can’t wait to tell Sug how much of a genius she is. If I could only find where she and Eddie slipped off too.”

“Oh they got held up by some couple. They’re right over there.” Dustin supplies.

Steve turns in the direction Dustin is pointing to find you very much engaged in a conversation. A pretty red head and her beefy mysterious looking blue-eyed boyfriend are very openly flirting with you. You’re smiling from ear to ear and Eddie is cracking jokes.

Steve does not like it. He watches as you exchange numbers. The red head giving you a kiss on the check before the couple heads back over to the bar.

Eddie leans over, whispering something in your ear as he tucks the phone number into your back pocket. Whatever it is has you biting your lip and taking a deep breath. Almost as if you need to center yourself.

You make your way over to the group. Hoots and hollers greet you from your friends.

“That was awesome. I could never dream of being that hot while running around on stage under all those lights.” Max confesses.

“Meh, you get used to it.” You shrug.

“What she means to say, is she is too busy trying to seduce me on stage that she doesn’t notice.” Eddie teases.

“I could fart in your general direction and your dick would rise to the occasion.” You retort.

“Thine bottom knows only how to speak in sensual tones. Far be it from me not to salute its sinful ways.” Eddie declares in his DM voice.

“You’re insufferable.”

“True. But at least I’m yours.”

“Yes. You most certainly are.” You lean in to place a sweet kiss to his Adams apple before snuggling in close to his chest.

Steve watches you closely. Yearning to be a part of your sweet moment.

Just look at them. They’re perfect. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. How could I have been so stupid? Why on earth am I hiding away from them?

As Steve loses himself to his self-flagellating thoughts, Eddie speaks up. “Thanks for coming tonight, guys. Means a lot to us. I think milady and I are going to call it a night though and head on home. Let’s have a movie night at our place this week. Let me know if you can’t make it.”

With that you make your rounds hugging your friends and saying good night. When you get to Steve, you just give him a nod of the head and a quiet ‘night’ as you make your way out the door.

The way you said goodbye, like it was nothing. Essentially giving him the same energy he was putting out these last few weeks is driving Steve crazy. He doesn’t understand why it’s bothering him so much, but he needs to find out.

The only way he is going to get answers is by asking you directly. No one in the group even knows that you all slept together. So they will be of no help.

How long should he wait before hopping in his car and hightailing it to your apartment? If he leaves straight away it’ll be too obvious. He’ll just have another drink and then head out.

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You’re fooling around on the couch. Your pants and panties tossed on the floor somewhere. Shirt tangled up in your bra hitched high over your tits.

Eddie’s shirt is hanging off the arm of the couch. Handcuff belt undone and hanging loosely from his belt loops. Jeans unzipped to allow his thickness to breathe as you grind against him. Hair a mess from you running your fingers through them as you suffocate yourselves in kisses.

You needed a release for all the pent tension tonight brought. Your still riding the high from performing mixed in with the satisfaction of giving the figurative middle finger to Steve and his fuckboy ways.

You miss your friend, but you have more respect for yourself and your man, than to be thrown to the side like that. Friends fuck. It happens. When it’s as good as the night the three of you spent together you should want an encore; not running for the hills like a little bitch.

There is only so much grace you can give him. If he ever chooses to come to his senses, his penance will not be swift. He will need to grovel and beg. Atone for the sins committed against us before any true forgiveness can be given. Hurting you is one thing. But to hurt your precious Eddie in the process is a criminal offence in your book.

There’s a knock on the door. Choosing to ignore it, you continue your heavy petting.

That is until you hear a muffled voice. “It’s me guys. Open up.” Knock. Knock. “Please.”

Eddie breaks the kiss. Throwing his head back against the couch cushion. He lets out a huff before moving you off his lap onto the couch so he can answer the door.

He doesn’t bother making himself presentable. Why should he? He throws open the door shirtless with his hair a mess, bulge protruding through his open jeans and a wet patch on his crotch.

“If it isn’t Harrington. What do ya need buddy? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” He can’t hide the smugness in his tone.

Steve looks behind Eddie to the couch where you’re comfortably laying, uncaring about your half naked state. He licks his lips, remembering how you taste. “We need to talk. Please just let me in.”

Eddie looks back at you. You give him a subtle nod and he moves aside. Swinging his arm to beckon Steve inside. “Sure. Have a seat. We’ll have our little convo. But only after I finish taking care of my little Bunny. You’ve waited this long already. You can wait a little longer.”

He strolls over to where you’re lying on the couch. He ghosts his calloused fingertips along your legs. “Lose the shirt and bra. Then I need you to spread these luscious thighs for me Bunny. Your keeping me from my favorite meal and you know how famished I get after a show.”

You happily do what is requested of you. Opening your legs wide. He admires the way the light glimmers off of your dripping folds as he devests himself of his jeans and boxers.

“Now Harrington, you’re to stay seated while I take care of my little bunny. Hands will remain on the arms where I can see them at all times. At no point are you allowed to touch yourself unless instructed by me. Understand?”

Steve nods his head.

“Words, Big boy. I need to hear it.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” He crawls between your legs. Placing your right leg on the floor, he hikes your left over his shoulder. Putting you fully on display.

With a wink to Steve he buries his face in your aching cunt. Groaning like a man starved as your essence assaults his tastebuds. His grip on your thighs tighten as his tongue licks a wide trail from your entrance to your sensitive clit.

“God, you taste even sweeter tonight.” He growls out.

Getting back to the task at hand, he hums against your swollen pearl. Turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess. Your hands find purchase in Eddie’s unruly curls. Grounding yourself as his mouth takes you on a journey of decadent pleasure.

Seriously, this man’s tongue is dangerous.

Before you know it, you’re coming undone. The orgasm catching you by surprise with how quickly it came about. Eddie holds you down in place as you ride each wave on his tongue.

He’s not done with you yet. “Mmm. That was good bunny. But now I’m going to need you to do it again while your choking on my cock.”

With a strength Steve was unaware he had, Eddie lifts you up and switches your places. Once he is flat on his back, he maneuvers you like his own personal little rag doll. Lining your mouth up with his cock as your breasts lay against his abs and your pretty little pussy is perched perfectly on his chest.

“Mmm. Just look at you dripping for me Bunny. I was going to make you come again on my fingers only but you’re just so juicy I can’t help but feast some more.” Eddie confesses. “Now be a good little girl and show Stevie how well you suck cock.”

You run tongue from his base to tip. Gently you suck on his leaking head before hollowing your cheeks and taking him down your throat the best you can in this position. Thankfully you have no pesky gag reflex to contend with.

You completely forget about your captive audience as you treat your man’s dick like your own personal lollipop. Your moans muffled by the thickness restricting your air ways.

Eddie’s hips instinctually buck from the vibrations. Making him pump his fingers and work your g spot harder to bring you to climax.

He will not be coming in your mouth tonight. So he needs for you to cum once more so he can lose himself deep inside you where his seed belongs.

He doubles his efforts. Capturing your clit in his mouth and humming the melody to your favorite Metallica song. Turning his mouth into a personalized vibrator of the flesh.

The combination of his mouth and fingers is your kryptonite. Within moments you're screaming around his cock as the power of you orgasm has you gushing.

Eddie’s chin and throat are visibly wet. A devilish grin lights up his face while he licks his lips clean and proceeds to smack you on the ass. His thick cock lands with a soft thud against his abs as you gasp from the pleasurable pain.

He proceeds to raise himself into a seated position. Once again manipulating your body so that you are both facing Steve.

“Reach forward and hold on to the coffee table.” When your hands rest on the table Eddie grips your hips and lowers you down onto his cock. “Fuck that always such a tight fit. Now bounce this beautiful ass and ride me, Bunny.”

Without hesitation you lift your hips and slam yourself back down on his length. “Fuck.”

“That’s right. Sirs cock is the answer to all your problems isn’t is Bunny?”

Your eyes connect with Steve’s as you moan out. “Mmm. Yes. Yes, it is.”

Tangling his fingers in your hair, Eddie pulls you back against his chest. Resting his hand around your throat to keep you in place. Your legs framing his own. Allowing Steve a full access view of your pussy stretched out around Eddie’s girth.

“Do that thing with your hips that I love so much Bunny. The one that practically makes me feral.” Eddie requests.

You grin ear to ear as you begin to grind down on him. Moving your hips in a figure eight pattern. Making his dick hit all your sweet spots. The ones that cause you to clench down on him like a vice.

“Just look at him drooling over you Bunny.” He teases. “Bet he wishes he was deep inside of you again. To think he denied himself all of this for as long as he did. And I won’t even let him touch his aching dick right now.”

You let out a whimper.

“Fuck, you liked that. Little pussy just clamped down on me. You like that he can look but not touch.” He growls. You nod your head.

Something takes over him. A possessive energy he’s never felt before. His hand tightens around your throat as he thrusts hard and fast up into you. Turning you to putty in his hands.

Keeping eye contact with Steve he whispers dirty things in your ear that have you moaning and grinding harder. Lost in the hazy fog of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Bunny. Just like that. I can’t hold it anymore. Your pussy is just too good. Gonna fill you up. Make a real mess of you.” He grits out.

“Please. Want your cum so bad. Need it.” You sob.

“Then you better hurry up and cum for me.” He demands with a hard thrust.

Steve, who through some miracle has been able to not touch himself, begins to squirm in his chair.

It’s too much. Between the glazed over eyes of Steve and the absolute control Eddie has over your body, you let go. Coming hard with a whine.

You lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Eddie fucks you through your orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through your body, he gives a deep thrust. His tip notched at your cervix. With a groaning growl he unloads inside of your quivering cunt. Hips twitching until his balls are empty.

He slowly lifts you off of his softening cock. Reaching under your knees and hiking your legs up further. Allowing Steve to witness his seed leaking from your abused hole as he trails kisses across your shoulders. Running his nose along your neck. Showering you with sweetness.

Steve’s heated gaze fixates on the creamy mixture making a mess of your thighs. Letting out a whimper as he bites his bottom lip.

Eddie reaches down and runs his fingers along your folds. Coating them in your combined spend. “Steven. Come here.”

“You sure?” He quietly asks.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He rises to his feet. Your eyes can’t help but stare at the noticeably large wet patch staining the front of his jeans as he walks over to you.

“Kneel.”

Steve lowers himself to his knees between Eddies open legs.

“Now open you mouth nice and wide for me.”

Steve complies and is rewarded with Eddie’s cum covered fingers resting on his tongue. “Suck.”

Steve quickly closes his mouth and moans as the taste of the both of you combined hits his tongue. With hollowed cheeks he happily does as he’s told.

Pulling free of his mouth, Eddie grips Steve’s chin with his saliva-soaked fingers. “Now be a good boy and lick my little bunny clean. I don’t want a drop left behind.”

As soon as Eddie lets go of his chin, Steve buries himself between your thighs. Laving at your slit with such reverence it has you coming once more before me sits back on his heels.

“Stay put. We will be right back.” Eddie lifts you into his arms and heads down the hall to your bathroom where he leaves you to do your business. He cleans himself and prepares a warm washcloth. You exit the restroom, and you exchange a sweet kiss.

You take a quick detour into your bedroom to throw on some clothes. A tank and boy shorts for you. A pair of sweats for Eddie. He makes sure to grab an extra pair before you head back out into the living room.

Steve is exactly where you left him.

You sit back on the couch and run your fingers through his hair. Eddie comes to stand behind you. Torso leaning over the couch.

“Stand up and let bunny clean you up.” Eddie orders.

Steve’s brows furrow as he stands. Confused at the care that is taking place at this moment. Before he has too much time to think about it you undo his jeans. Pulling them down and off of his legs. Equipped with the warm washcloth, you rid his soft cock and trimmed pubes of cum. Taking care to even gently clean each ball.

With the mess cleared away, Eddie hands over the other pair of his sweats. “Put these on and then we can sit down and talk.”

Eddie, having gone in the kitchen while Steve changed, hands a glass of water. “Drink the whole thing Bunny. Then you I’m going to need you to at least have snack. Do you want salty or sweet tonight?”

“Can I have both?”

“Of course.” He retreats to the kitchen once more. Returning with your snacks. Happily removing the empty glass from your hand. He wraps you up in your favorite blanket and proceeds to get comfortable. Placing your feet in his lap so that he can rub them.

He addresses Steve as he takes a seat on the couch. “Normally we wouldn’t have a conversation like this during aftercare, but I think for tonight we can make an exception.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t get it twisted though. You make her upset, and I’ll bruise up that pretty face.” Eddie threatens. Any trace of his lightheartedness gone.

“I don’t intend to. Well, any more than I may already have at least.” Steve placates.

“What do you need to get off your chest Steve?” You ask.

He sighs. “First I want to say that I’m an idiot and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what exactly?” Eddie asks.

“For running scared. That night we shared brought up some things I wasn’t ready to face.”

“Your going to need to be just a tad more specific there Harrington.”

“Puppy, don’t rush him.” You tap his shoulder. “Go on, Steve.”

“No he’s right.” He rubs the back of his neck. “As soon as we were finished all I could think about was spending every night just like that. Wrapped up in the both of you.”

“And that scared you?” You ask.

“Of course it scared me! Everybody always leaves. If you guys left me too, I don’t know what I would do.”

“So you chose to leave us behind instead?” Eddie snaps.

You place your hand on Eddie’s bicep. Rubbing your thumb in soothing circles to help calm him.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I just needed some time to think and then before I knew it weeks had gone by.”

Eddie lets out an annoyed huff. Rolling his eyes.

“I said I was an idiot okay. I know I fucked up. I’m trying to fix it. I can’t lose you as best friends too.”

“Just because your fuckboy ways have rotted your brain, doesn’t mean we’d just abandon you.” You spoke up.

“Well that’s good at least.”

“You have a lot of groveling to do of course.” Eddie grins. “Can’t have you getting away with hurting my Bunny.”

“So does this mean I have a chance?” Steve puts on the sad boy eyes. All big and soft and brown.

Eddie looks to you. “Bunny?”

“Don’t put it on me.” You protest.

“You’re the one who wrote an entire song about how he made you feel.”

“And you did the arrangement. What does that have to do with this?” You argue back.

“Wait, that song tonight was about me?” Steve interjects.

“There is no way you are that dense Steve. You had to have at least some inkling it was about you.” You quirk a brow at the man.

“Maybe a little. But I didn’t want to seem like self-absorbed prick.”

“Too late” Eddie quips.

You him the side eye. “Can we just finish this up so I can get back to my cuddles and aftercare. I really want to watch Grindhouse.”

“You watch horror movies during your aftercare?”

“What can I say. The screams help keep me relaxed.” You smile wickedly.

“Why am I not surprised.” Steve shakes his head.

“Okay. It’s getting late. So for now let’s just work on getting back to where we were as friends and go from there. That sound good to you Stevie?” Eddie suggests.

“It’s better than what I thought I’d get.”

“Than it’s agreed. Can we watch my movie now?” You pout.

“I just have one more question.”

“Shoot.” Eddie replies.

“What was with that couple that approached you after the show?”

“Bucky and Nat? Oh, they’re a couple I used to fuck. They just moved back to the area and wanted me to have their new number in case I wanted to play again.” You nonchalantly state.

“Even told her to bring me along if she’d like.” Eddie beams.

“Does everyone want to fuck you two?”

“We do get asked a lot.” Eddie shrugs. “We’re a hot commodity.”

“No more talkie. Put my movie on please. Steve your free to stay.”

Eddie stares him down. “But you’re sleeping on the couch. Bad boys don’t get sleepy snuggles.”

“Yes, Sir.” Steve teases with a shit eating grin on his face.

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