depending how today’s game goes canadian reader might make quinn sleep on the couch HAHA
my love i am writing this but the loss just gutted me i know she’s sick to her stomach maybe even crying so hard she can’t speak or look at him (and feeling guilty bc she is happy for him as a player and as her bf too!)
Written for the Steddie Big Bang 2023 @steddiebang
Summary
Steve Harrington had a nemesis, Eddie ‘The Face’ Munson. The only thing was, Eddie didn't know. Eddie Munson was the face of the decade and fashion’s darling, but his hard partying ways and lack of professionalism- in Steve’s opinion- had him seething. When Steve was paired with Eddie for a photo shoot he was already anticipating hating the whole ordeal. What he didn't expect was Eddie being more than just his persona.
Or
Hottest Alpha Model Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington just might be wrong about Omega Supermodel Eddie ‘The Face’ Munson.
Fic | sfw Art | nsfw Art
Pairings : Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Murray Bauman, Chrissy Cunningham, Will Byers, Jonanthan Byers, Joyce Byers, Gareth Emerson, MENTIONS OF: Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Dmitri "Enzo" Antonov, Barbare "Barb" Holland, Scott Clarke
Tags : Omegaverse, Alpha/beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Eddie Munson, Supermodel AU, 90's AU, Feminine Omegas, Photo Shoots, Gossip Magazines, Recreational Drug Use, Enemies to Lovers, It doesn't take them long, Flirting, Dating, Scenting, Alpha Fangs, Lap Dancing, Fingerfucking, Oral Sex, Belly Bulge, Knotting, Morning Sex, Steddiebang23
@buckybarnesbingo - Buckuary Intersectional Bingo fill
K2, Sam Wilson + No Powers AU
Friend or Feud?
Summary: The feud is a lie. Supermodels Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson have parallel career success and an affection for one another, so why does the public read into their playful banter and pranks that there's an active feud?
Rated: G
Warnings: N/A
Pairing: Bucky & Sam
Synopsis: Iris West is a famous supermodel who has been getting a string of death threats. Barry Allen is the bodyguard hired to protect her. A Westallen AU. Gift for @andie1223 in appreciation of her grand prize-winning contribution to the 2019 Westallen Sock Drive!
Chapters: 5/?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Sinking. Iris was sinking.
She heard a soft moan as she leaned into him, his tongue sweeping across her full lower lip, and she honestly didn’t know if the sound had come from his throat or her own. She lifted her hands to his neck, cupping him gently as she shifted position, drawing him down to her.
Iris had exchanged so many kisses in her life, some more memorable than others. She remembered the day her little brother was born, and she pressed a shy and awkward kiss to the top of his head, his skin feeling wrinkly and new, impossibly soft beneath her lips. She remembered the night she kissed her mother goodbye moments before she slipped away, her body ravaged by the illness that had taken her from the daughter that still needed her.
Her first “real” kiss had been in sixth grade, with a boy in her class that she’d had a crush on until that moment. She had been pretty and popular, and so everyone had assumed that she’d had many boyfriends, exchanged many kisses in secret. She wasn’t the type to either confirm or deny – then or now – and so nobody knew that the traits that made her so desired – so envied – intimidated many and kept her at an arm’s distance from those around her. After he stole her first kiss, Colin admitted that the act had been a dare. To kiss the most popular girl in school, one that his friends had bragged that they had kissed before. Iris hadn’t told him that his friends were liars, but she’d used the skills her father taught her to teach him a lesson about consent that he wouldn’t soon forget.
Her last kiss had been with Eddie, the night before as he tried to convince her to give their sham relationship another shot. It hadn’t been a kiss of passion or desire, but of friendship and understanding. She and Eddie might not love each other, but they did understand each other. Their kisses, usually exchanged for the benefit of the camera, lacked the spark of passion, but they were familiar and comforting. Like the kisses she exchanged with countless fellow models on countless photoshoots, Eddie’s kisses would never break her heart. Somewhere between Colin and Eddie had been one man who had, the only man she’d ever loved. The only man who had shattered her when he’d walked away.
With a gasp, Iris pulled back, breaking off the kiss as she tried to push the memory of her lost love away. Why should he come to mind now? Barry posed no threat to her heart. She told herself that the passion between them now would fizzle and die. She didn’t expect Barry to stick around forever. She didn’t even want him to. In the end, she’d be content with friendship. So why did their kisses seem like they could be so much more?
A tiny frown flickered across his face as he lifted one hand to brush the back of his fingertips across her cheek. “Iris? Is everything okay?”
She nodded, longing to close the distance between them and renew their embrace, even as part of her screamed to push him away. “Yes, of course,” she murmured. “It’s just…when we kiss, it feels like…”
When her voice trailed off, he threw her an uncertain smile. “Like what?” he asked gently.
Like she’d spent her whole life waiting to kiss him.
Before she could find an easy lie, Eddie stuck his head around the corner. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I thought Iris should know her phone keeps going off. Looks like Linda’s trying to get a hold of you.”
Though she felt like she was saved by the bell, she forced a grimace and feigned reluctance as she backed away. “I should take this. I’d hate for Linda to worry…”
“Yeah, no problem,” he agreed, dropping his hands to his sides. But she could fell his eyes on her as she turned and all but fled from the room. A part of her wanted to stay, and that scared her more than she wanted to admit.
Iris spent the rest of the day trying to find perfectly valid reasons to avoid Barry. For his part, he focused on reviewing the security system she had in place, looking for dead zones and blind spots. She tried to convince herself that it was sheer coincidence that he occupied himself with activities that would keep him out of her way. Then she remembered how quickly he’d assessed her upon their first meeting, and she knew he probably caught on to more than she’d like.
The sun was low in the sky when she ran out of busy work to keep her out of his way and leaned back in her chair with a sigh. She couldn’t avoid him forever, but she wasn’t sure what to say to him. She’d come on strong, so it would take some doing to explain why being in his arms earlier that day, she’d suddenly felt afraid that he posed a much greater threat to her heart than she’d first believed. She was no longer certain they could have a no-strings attached fling she’d proposed the night before and wondered if, with Barry, she was playing a game with higher stakes than she was willing to pay.
Iris tossed aside the book she’d been pretending to read for the past hour and rose to her feet. The house had long been quiet, but she had still been painfully aware of Barry’s every move over the past few hours. She didn’t even hesitate as she headed outside, towards the pool.
The concrete was cool against her bare feet as she stepped outside, slowly approaching the lounge where Barry was relaxing. Her footsteps were all but completely silent as she crept towards the pool. Still, she wasn’t surprised when he turned to watch her approach. Knowing where she was at all times was basically his job, though she suspected there was more to it than that.
His gaze was shuttered and he didn’t speak as he watched her approach. His eyes were locked on hers as he picked up his drink and took a long sip, lifting his eyebrows at her over the lip of the glass. She wanted to tell him she was sorry, but if he asked her the reason for her apology, she wasn’t sure what she’d say.
She stifled a sigh as her gaze swept along his body. His long legs, which were surprisingly graceful for a man of his height. A white t-shirt stretched across his torso, and she longed the stroke the hard muscles she knew lay underneath. She knew personally how strong his arms were, where they were crossed over his chest. And the small smile that lurked at the side of his mouth – that mouth she wanted to kiss – well…that was the most lethal of all.
As she watched, the corner of that mouth gave in to the smile that lurked beneath, quirking slightly upward as his head shifted to the side. She met his questioning gaze with her own, though she didn’t have any answers for him. What did she want? She didn’t know.
No. That wasn’t entirely true. She might not be sure what she wanted tomorrow, but she was completely certain of what she wanted tonight. Tonight, she wanted him.
Did she dare give in to her desire? She ran her fingers along the bottom hem of her shirt as she considered what she should do next. Maybe she was giving Barry – and herself – too little credit. They were both adults. Surely they could give in to a night of pleasure without mistaking it for something more. One night with him didn’t have to bring with it a promise of a future. It could just be one night.
Latching on to the idea, ignoring the fact it sounded a little too close to self-justification, even to her, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground. In one smooth gesture, her bra followed. She watched Barry stiffen slightly, but he didn’t move. He just continued to watch her with those eyes that saw too much, letting her set the pace for what was to come.
Pushing aside her fear, Iris let herself revel in the moment. Cocking her head to the side, she fingered the button of her blue jeans. He watched her every move like a hawk watching its prey. Slowly, teasingly, she unbuttoned the snap and pushed her blue jeans down her thighs.
As the coarse fabric pooled on the ground around her, Iris sent up a silent prayer that her feet wouldn’t get tangled in her jeans and she’d manage to step out of them without tripping and killing herself. When she saw the corners of his mouth twitch, she knew he’d read her mind, but she managed to step out of her jeans without making a total fool of herself.
To get him back for his amusement at her expense, Iris hooked her thumbs under the line of her panties, drawing them down her legs with torturous slowness. When she saw a muscle in Barry’s jaw clench and unclench repeatedly and heard his breathing grow shallow, she grinned at her victory. She suspected an entire brass band could pass by and he’d be none the wiser, his attention focused so completely upon her.
Iris didn’t suffer from false modesty. She knew she was beautiful; it was in the job description. She knew what it felt like to be desired; she knew how to manipulate that desire to suit her ends. But the way Barry was looking at her made her heart pound, making her feel off-balance in a way she hadn’t felt in years. If ever.
Pushing that thought aside, she strode toward him, her smile coy as she straddled him in his chair. When he opened his mouth to speak, she pressed a finger against his lips, giving her head a small shake. They could talk tomorrow, if necessary. She didn’t want to spoil this moment between them with words.
If he was bemused by her silent directive, he hid it well as Iris grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head, impatience removing the grace from her movements. Iris let out a sigh of pleasure as she ran her hands down his chest, tracing the curve of muscles that had only been hinted at under his clothes at their first meeting. Barry leaned forward to kiss her, but she tilted back, out of his reach. She was calling the shots here, and she needed to remember that this was about physical pleasure. Not romance. His kisses were intoxicating, making that easy to forget.
Though she could read the disappointment in his eyes, he didn’t protest as he leaned back in his chair, letting her decide what would happen next. Iris threw him an approving smile as she reached for the button of his pants, rewarding his patience by stroking him through the fabric before reaching her hand inside.
Barry groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, running her fingers along his shaft in firm, steady strokes. His moan deepened when, frustrated by the awkward angle caused by his waistband, she unclasped his jeans and pulled him out.
He lifted his hands, causing her to freeze and throw him a warning look, but he met her eyes unflinchingly, his palms out to her in a placating gesture. Moving slowly, as though concerned he would scare her off otherwise, Barry shifted his hands to her hips, helping brace her as she lifted herself onto him.
His hands caressed the her waist, sliding along her thighs and slipping between their bodies. When she moved on top of him, his fingers slipped inside her, making her gasp when he stroked her clit. Iris gasped, grabbing his wrist in a silent plea for him to stop, afraid she was on the verge of losing her control over him. Her control over herself.
His laughter was strained when he chuckled, his hand stilling until she released him. Then he brought his hand to his mouth, his smile wicked as he flicked his tongue against his fingers, tasting her against his skin. Grabbing his wrist, Iris pinned it next to his head as she rolled her hips against him, making him gasp. With her other hand, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, arching her back as she rode him. He continued to steady her with his free hand, and she leaned in towards him.
Barry owed his head and ran his tongue along the curve of her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. Now it was Iris’s turn to moan, and she didn’t protest when he moved his hand from her thigh to the small of her back, steadying her as he worshipped her with his mouth. His tongue was hot against her skin, but his following breath caused her to shiver.
Iris had planned to tease him a little longer, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could maintain control. Her breath hissed between her teeth when she released his wrist and braced both hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she increased her rhythm against him. Her moans matched his own when she felt him shudder against her, his hand sliding inside her as he helped bring her to climax. His name was a breath on her lips as she came, trembling against him, but the sound was swallowed by his kiss. Though when she finally caught her breath, wrapped up in his arms on the poolside lounge, her weight braced against his chest, she didn’t know whether he had initiated the kiss, or whether she had herself.
She tried not to think about what that uncertainty might mean.
