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existslikepristin · 4 months

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Okay, so I've done a couple of rewrites now, and I don't think I'm going to ever be fully happy with this, so let's just fuckin post this bad bitch

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, Dreamcatcher, Itzy, Gahyeon, Yuna, first times, but let’s be real virginity is a social construct that means nothing about someone’s physical state of being, #LearnHowTheHymenWorks, cunnilingin' n' fingrin', nervousness, not even the normal kind of brattiness, Yuna’s just an insufferable idiot, no anal in this one wtf am i thinking?

Off to a Slow Start

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Gahyeon rubbed the stress out of her eyes. Or at least she tried to. The skinny, shivering girl draped over her lap was turning out to be a pain in Gahyeon’s ass (instead of the other way around, as it should have been).

“How about we do something else?” Gahyeon asked with a tone somewhere between hopeful and commanding.

“W-what? Why? I’m f-fine. This is s-so hot,” Yuna peeped. Sort of. It was more like she sobbed it like an emotionally damaged puppy might.

It was quite the shocking change in attitude after only two warm up spanks. Yuna’s butt wasn’t even pink.

Downstairs, when she first stomped up to Gahyeon, Yuna had been acting like she was hot shit. She put her hand on Gahyeon’s thigh, played footsie under the table, talked out of her throat like some kind of pornstar wannabe. It came as no surprise, then, when Yuna suggested that Gahyeon accompany her upstairs and "teach [her] a lesson." The part that was actually a surprise was when Gahyeon realized: when Yuna said “teach [her] a lesson,” she might have meant that very literally, because it was pretty obvious she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.

Gahyeon caught Yuna’s glistening eye in a decorative mirror on the wall and raised her hand as if to strike again. Never before had Gahyeon seen someone flinch away so hard from a simple slap on the ass, or grimace like they were expecting an executioner to flip the switch on an electric chair. She lowered her hand and very, very gently patted Yuna’s thigh. "You know what would be fun? Let's make out!”

Yuna pushed herself up on her elbows. Her bare stomach peeled away from Gahyeon’s thighs. Probably because she’d been sweating so darn much from her nerves. She gave Gahyeon a poor excuse for a defiant glare and sniffed away the lump in her throat. “Make… make out? But I’m here for… I thought you were supposed to be a good dominatrix.”

Gahyeon looked up at the dimmed light fixture and exhaled quietly. “Hey, I know you said something kind of like this earlier, but can you remind me what your safe word is, Yuna?” The question sounded a little more condescending than Gahyeon had meant it to.

“I don’t need woa-aaah!”

Crooking her elbow under Yuna’s waist, Gahyeon picked her up, suplexed her onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and got face-to-face. “First of all, ‘dominatrix’ is improper terminology for this situation. Second, if we don’t negotiate a safe word, I’m out of here.”

"Ummm. I, uh. Um."

"Tell me the first word that comes to mind."

“M-mistress?”

Gahyeon rolled her eyes. “Okay, bye.”

“Huh? Wait!”

Gahyeon was already halfway to the door by the time Yuna scrambled off the bed, but turned back to give her an uncaring glare. On her feet, Yuna was a hell of a sight. Tall, skinny, but curvaceous, like the kind of doll that would be sold to make young girls self-conscious about their bodies. Long, dark red hair and black pools for eyes, and she'd put on far more makeup than reasonable for an average coffee run. Gahyeon didn’t want to leave, but Yuna wasn’t making staying the easy decision.

"Wait for what?" Gahyeon asked.

"For… to… so you can make me…"

"I can't make you finish a sentence."

Yuna's supermodel bearing was taken down a peg by her disappointed slouch and concerned grimace. "You know what I mean… like, dominate me."

"Why?"

"Aren’t you horny?"

Gahyeon glanced at Yuna's tits. "No more than usual."

"What? But I…"

"You sure did."

"I-I was going to say—"

"I know."

"N-no you don't!"

Gahyeon groaned, "Maybe I don't care then. No big deal. Take your pick. I don’t like brats. I only tolerate them during Kinktober."

Yuna blushed and looked down, wiggling her knees in discomfort. Gahyeon wasn't going to deny that Yuna was fantastically fuckable, but she was also responsible enough to know when someone was in over their head. "Well, Yuna? What are you trying to do?"

Yuna muttered "I want to get laid" under her breath. With no other noise in the room to mask it, Gahyeon heard it, and yet a vague muttering wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"I wanna get laid,” Yuna whined, fully out loud, “Okay?"

Gahyeon leaned back against the doorframe. "You a virgin?"

Yuna's blush extended down to her shoulders.

"Well that's a yes."

"B-but! I'm—No, I'm not!"

"And you would say that even if I said calling someone a virgin is just a bad social construct and that being a so-called ‘virgin’ is no better or worse than the alternative?"

"Uh…" Yuna scrunched her nose as she used all of her brain power to process the question. "Yes? Or, wait, no?"

"Nevermind.” Gahyeon waved it off. “Just tell me the truth. Have you had sex before or not? Anything with hands or mouths counts."

There was a pause while Yuna weighed her options. "No…”

Gahyeon was actually a little bit shocked. Yuna was among the hottest of idols, so even this level of awkwardness didn’t seem like it should be too much of a hindrance. Gahyeon had fucked or at least fucked around with a dozen idols with subpar social skills in the prior couple of months.

“But I've been trying!” Yuna shouted after the briefest silence, “Nobody will fuck me though! Not even men!”

“The fuck do you mean, ‘Not even men?’”

“Boys are supposed to be horny all the time. But even if I show them my pussy, they keep rejecting me.”

Gahyeon sighed, “Is that proceeding or preceding a conversation?”

“Of course I say ‘Hi.’ I try asking them if they work out too.”

“Is that it? Because idols have to work out. It’s in the job description.”

Yuna groaned and plopped onto the bed, curving her back like a clothes mannequin, apparently subconsciously. “I've tried all the stuff boys are supposed to like! I touch them, I guide their hands to my boobs, I tell them they smell sexy. All that stuff! And don't get me started on girls. I see them going around and getting laid all the time! And it's like, they'll be sluts for anybody except for me, and—”

“Let me stop you there before you make more of a fool of yourself,” Gahyeon snapped. Yuna froze. “A few things. One: We only use words like ‘slut’ in an endearing manner around here. Two: Some people might just not want to fuck you, ever. Can’t control it. And three: Are you just expecting sex from people? Like me?”

Yuna shifted uncomfortably. “No… I'm doing what I'm supposed to do first.”

“And what is that?”

“You know.” Yuna waved her hands around, pantomiming nothing in particular. “I ask politely. I let them know I'm available. I make myself up for them.”

“And…” Gahyeon mimicked Yuna’s pointless pantomimes. “They should obviously be throwing themselves at you, yet somehow nobody is approaching you?”

“I’ve been approached, I guess, but not from anyone in my league.”

“Pretty sure you’re still in the little leagues, my dude.”

Yuna whined, “Why should I be?! Every fan and their mom wants me.”

“Gross power dynamic, but okay. So I should have just known what you wanted when you walked up to me? And I should have wanted to fuck you? No conversation required?”

“Well… No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that if I do all that stuff—and more, by the way—and they're horny, why shouldn’t they want to fuck me? I'm not even demanding anything from them. I'm offering! Like, blowjobs. I'd be doing all the work!”

Gahyeon stepped away from the door frame and paced the room. “Here's the thing, Yuna. It sounds like people might be picking up on an attitude problem.”

“Attitu—but, no! I'm literally offering a good time, and usually I offer just to make them feel good! I'm not asking for anything in return! What's the big deal?”

“Nothing you've said yet strikes you as ‘bad attitude?’ Because it sounds to me like you're not affording people the courtesy of assuming they have a full breadth of human emotion and think they're good for nothing but sex.”

Yuna blinked. “I-I am, though!”

“Not, or aren't?”

“Ugh!” Yuna grabbed a handful of her hair. “No, I'm saying… You know what? Forget it! I'll just never—”

Looking her up and down for a moment (and not really listening), Gahyeon wondered if her behavior was ever anything like Yuna's. Probably not. She was practically domming her members ever since they met, and it turned sexual almost as soon as Gahyeon was old enough. Relating to Yuna was clearly out of the question.

Even so, Gahyeon felt a sympathetic pulse in her veins. Yuna's troubles, self-imposed or not and ultimately, definitely not anything close to a big deal, were still troubles to Yuna, and they were eating her up, it seemed.

Gahyeon weighed her options. Doing as Yuna demanded would enforce negative opinions. Refusing would make things more awkward for the next person Yuna tried to seduce. But Gahyeon did still like the idea of Yuna… She cracked her knuckles.

“—so I guess I'll just die alone,” Yuna continued to bitch on, “stuffing myself with bigger and bigger—”

Gahyeon cut Yuna off with a hand over her mouth. “Yuna? One word answer. Do you still want to get laid right now?”

Yuna’s eyes, glistening with tears at the edges, widened in something between fear and awe. And yet, she didn’t answer.

Half expecting her to come up with some kind of painfully awkward excuse for saying no, Gahyeon kicked things up a notch. She pulled up her shirt with one hand, catching her bra along the way, and flashed Yuna, full-boobed. She took her hand off Yuna's mouth to gesture at her bare chest, and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Yuna said almost as if she was in a trance.

“Then turn around.”

Yuna scrambled to her feet without standing up fully, spun a hundred and eighty degrees, and fell forward, catching herself on her elbows. Her knees followed her up and with that her ass was presented.

“Good,” Gahyeon said as she took her shirt and bra off entirely, “Now what exactly would you like me to do?”

“Uuuh…”

“Finger you? Tease you?” Gahyeon dropped her pants, climbing out of them and onto the bed behind Yuna. “I can let you take charge. Maybe I shouldn't have told you to turn around?”

Yuna shook her head. “N-no, nope, it would be better with you in charge.”

“Just give me a little bit of guidance then. I could have sworn you were asking for this.”

Gahyeon slid her hands up Yuna’s back, nails first, leaving white lines that quickly faded back into the approximation of porcelain that this new canvas was made of. Over and over again, Gahyeon reminded herself that Yuna was very pretty, and tried to use that to make herself forget the annoying parts. The fact that she was still thinking about them as she gripped Yuna’s tits didn’t bode well, but many three-plus-somes with Sua and Yoohyeon taught her the virtue of perseverance through annoying sex partners. Yuna was a very pretty canvas that needed to learn some manners.

In-depth lessons would come later though, after Gahyeon showed Yuna what her reward had the potential to be. “Well?”

Yuna's breaths got heavy as Gahyeon’s hands continued to wander, shifting between teasing touches and firm pressure. “I… I, um.”

"You want this?"

Yuna shook all over. She bit her lip and nodded.

Gahyeon breathed across Yuna’s ear, sending a deep shiver down her spine. “Tell me, then.”

“I d-don’t know what to say,” Yuna whined, groping blindly behind herself for Gahyeon’s arms.

Gahyeon pressed her chest against Yuna’s back and grabbed her hands, twirling their fingers together in a cruel, teasing dance. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, for starters.”

“It’s… hard to say.” Yuna arched her back, pushing her ass into Gahyeon’s hips. Her breath spiked over and over.

Gahyeon let her arms go mostly slack. “Then guide me there.”

With no small amount of hesitation, Yuna pulled Gahyeon’s hands tighter around herself and onto her ribs, moving them in a slow, jerking way down until they were between her legs. “Here.”

“I see. So you want me to touch your pussy? Your clit?”

Yuna whined even harder. She pushed insistently on Gahyeon’s limp fingers. “Both.”

“Both? That’s not how I phrased the question. It’s your pussy.” Gahyeon pressed one finger against Yuna’s entrance, earning a gasp. “Or your clit.” She pressed Yuna’s button with another finger, which all but made Yuna double over. Only then did Gahyeon wonder if she was technically providing incorrect information by distinguishing the body parts as separate.

“Oooh my g—My clit! Touch my clit…”

In a flash, Gahyeon took her hand back, licked her middle finger, and put it back, steadily swirling around Yuna’s clitoris. Yuna had to reach back and hang on to Gahyeon’s thighs to keep herself from falling. Her twitches, jerks, and shaky breathing were fun, and exactly what Gahyeon needed to get over her annoyance, at least for a while.

“I’m going to do the same thing with my tongue now, okay?”

Yuna shot up onto her hands. “Your t-tongue?”

Gahyeon circled Yuna’s clit with her finger, making her moan and tense up. She lowered her face so her mouth would be obscured, and the air from her every word would brush across Yuna’s pussy. “I might accidentally touch you with my lips too, if you’re okay with that. I promise I’ll be soft and gentle.”

“O-okay?”

Figuring that Yuna wouldn’t be giving her any more confident a response than that, Gahyeon leaned in further, gathering up extra spit as she went. She pressed the end of her tongue to Yuna’s clit, not hard, but somewhat firmly.

“O-oh," Yuna cooed and took a deep breath, "that’s pretty much just like your finge—”

Gahyeon swirled her tongue around Yuna’s hood, and the girl squirmed back and up out of range with a comically loud gasp. Gahyeon smiled internally. She knew what that was about. The shock of a good time could occasionally make one run away.

"Oh no," she said sarcastically, "You didn't like it. I'm sorry."

Yuna scrambled to get back in place, nearly kicking Gahyeon in the face. "No! I-I liked… please do it again?" There was desperation oozing out of her puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. Just be sure to tell me how you’re feeling, yeah?" She really wanted to hear Yuna try to describe being eaten out with her limited sexual vocabulary.

"I'll try…"

"Yes, just be as descriptive as you can, okay? I’ll adjust as needed."

Yuna nodded quickly. It was pretty clear that she just wanted Gahyeon to start again, so Gahyeon did, very, very, very slowly. She wet her tongue and barely touched it to Yuna's clit.

Again, Yuna flinched. This time Gahyeon was sure it was in anticipation. She looked up through the mild cleavage to give Yuna a reminder.

"Uh! Good! It felt good!"

Gahyeon touched again, but snaked her arms around Yuna’s legs to keep her in place. Another twitch, but smaller. Yuna was trying to contain herself. Gahyeon dragged her tongue slowly left and right. Trying to hold back wasn’t easy.

"It's… good."

Yuna's body language said much more than "good" though. She wanted more. Her eyes were fixed on Gahyeon. Her toes curled and uncurled against Gahyeon’s hips. Her knuckles were white, gripping the blanket. Her lungs shuddered with each brand new sensation that popped its way through her nerves. Goosebumps rose and fell and rose and rose and fell and rose. She had to be putting immense effort into holding still.

"Good."

Upping the ante, Gahyeon swirled again, catching the underside of Yuna's hood. Yuna twitched hard, and for a brief moment her eyes rolled up. Her breath was stuck, but it came unstuck with a second swirl, and exited Yuna's mouth in the form of a pained whimper. That was what Gahyeon was looking for.

"You like?"

"Good! It was so good! Please do it again!" Yuna’s inhibition was faltering.

"Tell me more." Gahyeon didn't pretend to hesitate again. She pressed her tongue under Yuna's hood and down against her clit, wiggling back and forth while keeping herself planted.

"Mmm! I… I don't know what to—OH! AUGH!”

Yuna’s last exclamation was a bit of a surprise, both to Gahyeon and Yuna herself, it seemed, as she quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide.

“Was that a good sound?” Gahyeon asked, already knowing the answer.

Yuna nodded.

“Uncover your mouth, then, and keep it up.”

There was some hesitation in how Yuna followed the instructions as Gahyeon got back to playing with her clit, but she did a little better than simply following. She grasped Gahyeon’s hands, alternated between hitched breaths and primal moans, and tucked her chin toward her chest.

Every word Yuna tried to say morphed into one of those noises until she came. One long, vulgar scream faded into mewling whimpers.

Gahyeon crawled up Yuna’s body, pecking her along the way and giving her a much longer, wetter kiss on the mouth. Yuna giggled through it all, a little cum-drunk. “So,” Gahyeon said, “that’s one of the basics.”

“The b-basics?”

“Yeah.” Gahyeon twirled onto her back, slipping an arm beneath Yuna to pull her in close.

“Wow…” Yuna muttered.

The two basked in each other’s warmth for a while without a word. Gahyeon shifted a couple of times to try to optimize her comfort, but still mentally bemoaned Yuna’s lack of experience. She would not have minded a bit of reciprocation. A plan to pick up one or two of her usual subs on the way home began to formulate in her head. Jane would certainly be up for a bit of fun.

“Um, Gahyeon?”

Gahyeon stroked Yuna’s hair, around her ear, down her jaw, and to her chin. Yuna smiled and purred a little. Gahyeon returned that smile. “Hm?”

“Thank you for, um… not making fun of me.”

“Don’t thank me for that.” Gahyeon traced half of Yuna’s lower lip. “I made fun of you a little bit when we started. And quite a bit more later, I believe.”

Yuna cautiously placed a hand on Gahyeon’s breast, but got a little bolder and lightly squeezed when Gahyeon smiled. “I just mean most of the time.”

“I guess. I’ll keep in mind that you appreciate that.” Gahyeon giggled as Yuna nuzzled her stomach with her cheek. “Just be clear with people about what you do and don’t like, and you’ll have a… great time.”

Gahyeon’s last words were drawn out over the sound of a buzzing phone. Yuna’s, to be precise. She stretched to get it from the nightstand and saw “RAW” was calling.

“Raw?” Gahyeon asked.

Yuna reluctantly removed her hand from Gahyeon’s boob to take the phone. “That’s Ryujin… sorry. One sec.”

Though it was quiet, the lack of ambient noise made it easy for Gahyeon to hear Ryujin’s loud voice. “Where the hell are you, Yuna? We checked the bathroom.”

“I’m… upstairs.”

“Upstairs? The fuck are you doing upstairs for a whole hour?”

Yuna’s eyes traveled up and down Gahyeon’s body. “Cuddling?”

“Cuddling? For an hour? Yeah right.”

Huge puppy dog eyes met Gahyeon’s, trying to ask for permission. Gahyeon shrugged.

“Wel—”

“I’m cuddling with Gahyeon because we just had sex,” Yuna said, and then immediately snapped her mouth shut and stared into space.

“What?! No you didn’t, you fuckin baby child! You couldn’t handle her!”

Gahyeon watched for a few seconds as Yuna’s shoulders shrunk into her neck while Ryujin berated her.

“... and you’d come running back down the stairs crying—”

“Actually, Ryujin,” Gahyeon spoke loudly, “she’s not bad. You should let her practice on you sometime.”

Gahyeon swore she heard the sound of a pair of spit takes through the phone before it suddenly beeped twice and went silent. She decided not to wait too long for Yuna’s embarrassment to take over, and laid a hand on Yuna’s back. “Care to learn anything else today? If you want to prove what you can do to Ryujin and Yeji, you may need to do to them what I just did to you.”

Thankfully, Yuna’s blush didn’t get too far. “I-I don’t know if I can do any more right now.”

Gahyeon smiled. “As in it’s time to head out or you just want more snuggles?”

Yuna pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled forward, kissing Gahyeon’s lips a few times in rapid succession. “If I say I have to go, can I have your number?”

Gahyeon ran her fingers through Yuna’s hair. “Sure… but the first thing you're going to text me is a safeword for next time.”

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daddy-dins-girl · 20 days

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Playdate - Chapter Ten

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 7.4k

Chapter Summary: Of all the ways you managed to dream up in your head about seeing Dave again, this was never how you would have imagined it actually playing out.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI. (SPOILERS IN THE TAGS!) Angst. Alcohol consumption. Brief violence and mentions of blood. Dave's feelings deserve their own warning 🫠. Dave's idiocy also deserves its own warning (we're working on him okay?). Dave gets a little pushy/forceful/needy with Reader but there's no actual threat or non-con, but figured I should mention it (you are held against a wall at one point but never physically hurt or threatened). Mentioned smut (including sex toys, anal play, light bondage, etc.).

HUGE thank you to @janaispunk for beta'ing and just being amazing in general 💜

Notes: This chapter starts off with Dave's POV and switches to Reader, I just figured we could use a little insight into Dave.

~ DAVE ~

Knelt down on one knee on the lawn of his ex-wife’s house, Dave could give a shit about the wet grass stain he could feel seeping into the denim of his jeans as he wrapped his arms a little tighter around both his girls, giving them one final goodbye hug. He pulls back slightly, frowning when he sees their wet faces staring back at him. He has to swallow the hard lump in his throat to hold back his own tears that want to fall so he can be strong for them so instead he plasters on the best smile he can manage and brings both hands up to ruffle the hair on both their heads.

“Don’t be sad Angels, I’ll see you again in two weeks okay?” he assures them and they both slowly nod their heads. He knew it would be hard dropping them off today after having them for the entire summer, not only for them but for him as well. It was going to be difficult to go from seeing them every day back to once every two weeks. Not to mention he was now saying goodbye to the only distraction in his life that was holding him together these past couple of months.

“I miss you already Daddy,” his youngest, Alice pouts before her chubby little arms wrap around his neck once more and squeeze. Dave lets out a little chuckle and hugs her back tightly before pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I miss you too, babies,” he sighs.

“Why don’t you girls go inside and wash up now,” his ex-wife Carol finally speaks up from up on the porch at the front door. “Dinner’s almost ready. Steve’s making your favorite,” she announces and both girls' faces light up like kids at Christmas as they finally pull away from their father.

“Sketti and meatballs!” Alice shouts excitedly.

“Bye Daddy,” his oldest, Molly, says one final time, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she takes her younger sister by the hand and leads her up the porch steps and they disappear into the house.

“Said the magic words huh?” Dave chuckles, standing up to his feet and dusting off his jeans.

“Sketti and meatballs” Carol shrugs, a fond smile on her lips. “You look good,” she says after a moment. “Better than the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah, well…” Dave trails off, not wanting to get into why he came to her all but desperate a couple of months ago to let him take their children for an extended summer vacation. “Thanks again, I had a really great time with them.”

“Of course,” she nods. “Did you want to stay for dinner? I’m sure Steve made enough to feed an army. God knows I love him but that man can’t measure pasta to save his life,” she jokes of her new husband and Dave lets out a small chuckle but shakes his head.

“I should probably get going, let you guys have your family dinner.”

“Ok well… the usual time then? Two Saturdays from now?” she asks and Dave nods.

“I’ll be here.”

“Okay. And Dave?” she says just as he turns to head back to the driveway.

“Yeah?” he answers, turning back to face her.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Sure,” he smiles, unconvincing even to himself before he heads down the driveway and gets into his car.

He hadn’t been very candid with her about why he suddenly needed to “get away” and wanted to take his kids on an impromptu summer vacation, but she read him like a book anyway. “What’s her name?” is all she’d asked when he’d shown up on her doorstep a couple of months ago looking tired and distracted. “Doesn’t matter” he’d carelessly shrugged back, not meeting her gaze. Carol had pursed her lips and hummed her agreement but otherwise didn’t push. She knew better. Dave wasn’t exactly one for expressing his feelings, even when they’d been married.

The weeks that follow since bringing his kids back to their mother seem to pass by in a blur as he throws himself full force back into his work, even working on the weekends that he’s not with his kids, mostly as a distraction rather than a necessity. He doesn’t want to be reminded of what his Saturday nights used to be, before. And despite his ex-wife’s wishes he knows he’s not taking proper care of himself. He’s working too much, drinking too much (apart from the days when he has his children of course) and certainly not eating enough. He feels pathetic. Like some lovesick puppy and it’s definitely not a feeling he’s used to. Hell, he didn’t even feel like this when he got divorced or when his now ex-wife got remarried. He bought them a damn wedding present and danced with his daughters standing on his feet at the reception hall. Not that he was thrilled to be a divorced Dad or anything, but he couldn’t argue with Carol when she told him he wasn’t giving her enough of himself. He did feel like shit for months after the separation but after a while it faded and he was able to carve out a new life for himself and he was fine. Happy might have been a stretch, but he was existing just fine.

He of course hadn’t expected you and your husband to turn up barely a year later and turn his whole life upside for several months. It had started out as just fun. Blowing off steam, getting his dick wet, he was far from complaining about any of it. He loved how obedient you both were to him immediately, filling a void in him that he hadn’t engaged in nearly as much as he wanted to. Sure he’d had some rough fucks in his day but that was different than what he had with you. Having a partner - partners - that you built a trust with just brought everything to a new, heightened level and that, well, he hadn’t quite experienced before. But along with trust, of course other feelings start to emerge, feelings Dave had long since given up on expecting to have at this point in his life. And having these feelings for a fucking already married couple did not help his situation any. It was a mistake, he realizes in hindsight, spending your birthday with you both. An entire weekend wrapped up with you, spending the night together, waking up together, having meals together, it was… well, for Dave, it was everything. Everything he never even knew he was looking for and of fucking course he had to find it with two people who already had each other.

And now? Now what the fuck was he doing? Drowning his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle of overpriced bourbon at a bar, by himself, on a Friday night. Just like he’s found himself the past countless Friday nights, hoping he’d wake up the next morning and be able to forget about the two people who had apparently taken up permanent residence in the tight cavity of his chest, refusing to be let go.

He was fucking pathetic. And probably needed to get laid, too. That was one thing he could surely do something about easily enough. He’s been coming to this same bar every Friday night for a month now and one cute waitress in particular never seemed to stray very far from his table and he wasn’t that great of a tipper. He’d barely managed a second glance in her direction his past few visits but maybe tonight he should change that. The drinking wasn’t enough of a distraction anymore and this week was his off-week from seeing his kids so he didn’t have that to keep himself occupied either.

Mind made up he signals the waitress over to his table - whatever her name was. She’d told him probably a dozen times but fuck if he could remember it. It didn’t matter, after tonight he doesn’t plan on seeing her again and he’ll make sure she understands that before he actually leaves with her. For now, what’s the harm in a little fun? A decent pair of tits and a tight pussy is all he needs to get his head back on straight he thinks. And judging by the way the waitress basically comes bouncing over to him the moment he waves her over, it isn’t going to be much of a challenge. The only challenge for Dave will be when he closes his eyes as he sinks inside her, hoping, praying that it’s no longer the image of you that’s emblazoned on the backs of his eyelids.

~ YOU ~

It’s been nearly four months since your birthday. Since you last saw him.

In the time since that first weekend after Dave had disappeared from your lives, you and Marcus had found your rhythm again. Your lives are back to normal and, realistically, maybe even better than they’ve ever been. You were communicating so much more now and your physical relationship (which, you’d never had much of an issue with to begin with) was definitely thriving. Due to the increased communication, the two of you were always not only willing, but eager to talk more while in bed about anything you were particularly craving and put in the effort together for each other. It had really started the night Marcus had taken charge (a week after your birthday) and fully blossomed from there. There was one Sunday morning back a few months ago where the two of you laid in bed together with your laptop in front of you and were online shopping for fun new sex toys you both might enjoy. You filled your cart without judgment or shame and Marcus hastily typed in his credit card information when you were done browsing. The moment you heard the ‘swish’ of the order confirmation being sent, Marcus snapped the laptop closed, tossed it to the far corner of the bed and then all but pounced on you.

Early on when the two of you were still navigating your post-Dave waters Marcus had even asked you if you still wanted someone else in your lives. The role Dave was meant to (and had initially) played, you assume he meant (before it had gone and gotten complicated). You could tell by the way he asked you, his voice unsure and hesitant sounding, that it wasn’t something he wanted. And in all honesty, you didn’t want it anymore either and you were quick to assure him of that. Not only was Marcus indulging and fulfilling anything you desired, but whoever it was, they’d never be Dave anyway. It didn’t have to be said out loud that he was the only extra piece you’d both ever want in your marriage, you both knew it already.

Sunday mornings seemed to be when you’d find yourself thinking of and missing Dave the most, when you’d look around your bedroom in the aftermath of what your Saturday night had been. Saturday nights had become your routinely scheduled evenings where you and Marcus would get extra adventurous in bed, typically breaking in more of your new toys you’d purchased and just letting loose and taking out all your stresses of the week on one another.

One particular Sunday morning you remember lying next to Marcus who had just opened his beautiful sleepy eyes and you brushed his hair back from his forehead and then let out a little giggle followed by a sad sigh when your gaze caught site of the black fuzzy handcuffs that were still looped around one of the spokes in the headboard.

“He would’ve loved to see you like that,” you murmur, eyebrow raised playfully and you actually see Marcus’ ears turn pink and he bashfully hides his face in the pillow for a quick moment and laughs.

“You think so?”

“I know so baby. God you were so hot, at my mercy like that.”

Your blood begins to run hot just thinking about it again now. How he’d submitted to you. He’d laid down on his stomach, arms stretched above his head where you’d cuffed him to the bed and then you sat back on his thighs, massaging his ass with one hand while the other prepared the lube and the plug that the two of you had picked out together on your impromptu online shopping adventure a couple of weeks earlier in the other. It was the first time he’d ever let you do anything like that to him, though you’d discussed it a few times beforehand, and you were both pleasantly surprised how hot you found it.

You’d slowly fed him the plug, all the while gently rubbing his back with your free hand, soothing him and telling him how well he was doing for you. You still can’t erase from memory the way your breath hitched when he replied in a low, quivering voice, “yeah, I’m being a good boy?” God, the way the arousal instantly flooded you it was a miracle you were able to continue what you were doing and not abandon it all together to take care of yourself.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” you assured him, hand leaving his back to smoothing across the globes of his ass instead

Once you’d gotten it all the way inside and ensured he was comfortable you’d began to slowly maneuver it partially out and then back in, over and over again until it got to feeling so good for him that you’d gotten off his legs and let him get up on his knees when he’d begged you to let him fuck you.

You slid underneath his body, never uncuffing him, wriggling up the bed until you were face to face and left the plug seated deep in his ass as you helped guide his leaking tip to your entrance and he pushed inside. His hands were able to grip the spokes in the headboard so he had some leverage while still held captive in his position and he railed into you deep and hard, moaning like you’d never heard him before for the entire time, like he was on an entirely different plane of pleasure he hadn’t yet experienced.

Afterwards when you both lay spent and chests heaving with exhaustion you’d uncuffed him, gently removed the plug and gathered him in your arms, letting him cling to you with his head resting on your chest. You kissed and played with his hair, murmuring into the top of his head what a good boy he was for you and he just held you tighter until you’d both fallen asleep.

You loved your playful, risque and experimental Saturday nights, but you also loved the quieter, more intimate times as well. You loved waking up on a Sunday morning and lazily making love for hours, refusing to leave the comfort of your marital bed for most of the day. You loved weeknights sprawled out on the sofa relaxing after dinner and watching TV when you’d start necking like teenagers until he’d shove your pants down and slip inside of you, fucking you slow and deep until you both came and then he’d carry you up the stairs to bed. You loved nights when you were both too exhausted from your work days to do much of anything but still wanted to be close so you’d make out a little until he got hard and he would push inside your warm heat and then just wrap his arms around you and hold you until you’d both fall asleep with him inside you.

At the end of the day, well and truly, this had been what you both had wanted, originally. Dave was meant to come in, spice up your love life a little bit, teach you both a couple of things and then leave you to your lives with your newfound sexual knowledge. He’d done that, and yet, there was no denying that you still felt like a piece was just missing now.

A Dave York shaped piece.

You didn’t like to bring him up often to each other anymore. All it did was cause sadness for you both. You’d talked a lot early on and had eventually both admitted out loud your feelings you had for Dave but now there was no use bringing up his name anymore. He was gone and you had to accept it. It didn’t mean you couldn’t miss him, because oh, you missed him. All the time. But there was no use dwelling on something you had no control over, you had to move on. And you had, for the most part.

Or so you thought, until one Friday evening when your work colleagues managed to drag you out with them to a bar and there in the flesh, across the room of the dimly lit tavern, sat the one and only Dave fucking York.

You’d nearly spilled your drink on yourself when your head had turned and you saw him in your peripheral. He looked handsome as ever, wearing dark jeans and a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, top couple of buttons undone showing a teasing amount of perfect sun-kissed skin. Wherever his “emergency sabbatical” took him, it was apparently somewhere spent mostly outdoors in the sun you presume. His face looked a little thinner as well, his features more sharp and refined and you have to wonder if he’s been hitting the gym a lot more recently.

The only thing, frankly, that didn’t look good on him right now was the tiny blonde currently seated in his lap holding up a tray of shots you assume were meant for another table before Dave had intervened when something pretty caught his eye. You could practically feel your blood boiling at the sight before you, those deft fingers that knew your body all too well pulling and teasing at the belt loops of the tiny denim shorts the waitress was wearing while she threw her head back in laughter at something he’d said, eating up whatever attention he was willing to give her and you can’t say you blamed the girl. When the sly, sexy grin crossed his lips and he buried his face in her hair to undoubtedly whisper something absolutely filthy next to her ear and you saw her bite her lip in response, it felt like a hard slap across the face and everything happening around you instantly turned to white noise as you focused all your attention on the man across the room who, far as you could tell, hadn’t noticed you yet.

Before you do anything you quickly dig into your purse hanging on your chair for your phone and send a text to Marcus letting him know that Dave is here. His reply of ‘holy shit’ comes back near instantly but before you have a chance to type anything further you hear a loud voice bellowing from behind you for service, waiting for their shots apparently, and the tiny blonde regretfully starts to peel herself off of Dave’s lap to attend to her duties. Unfortunately Dave’s eyeline drifts to where the voice comes from, which you happen to be right in the cross hairs of. You see the tiniest flicker of shock etch across his features before his carefully crafted mask slips perfectly back into place and he gives you a small shit-eating grin that you wish you had the courage to slap right off of him. Eyes not leaving yours he simply picks up his beer and pulls another sip from it before he reaches out, grabs the hand of the waitress about to walk away and tugs her back into his lap, wrapping a possessive arm around her. His gaze never leaves you, even as his head tilts down to press his lips to the girl's shoulder.

Asshole.

Tears well in your eyes before you can stop them. He’s being a prick on purpose and you simply hate him in this moment. Dave York was a lot of things, but you’d never known him to be mean. Until now.

Not able to look at him another second you hastily push back from the table, your chair screeching across the hardwood loud enough to stop the idle chit-chat amongst your table of coworkers as they all stop to stare at you, having no clue what’s going on.

“I’ll be right back, just… need some air,” you explain curtly, not offering anything further or waiting for anyone to offer to accompany you.

You vaguely hear one of them calling your name questioningly as you stand up from the table and storm off towards the exit, passing Dave who’s now downing the entire tray of shots like they’re water.

Good, drink yourself half to death, you fucking idiot.

When the cool evening air hits you the moment you step outside it's like a brief reprieve and you take a deep breath, tears freely spilling down your cheeks now that you hastily try wiping away with the back of your hand. There’s a small crowd standing outside the front doors smoking cigarettes and vape pens but the chatter amongst them halts to a dead silence when the door slams shut behind you in your haste to get outside. Not in the mood for any onlookers, you quickly head off in the opposite direction and take the left turn down the alley at the side of the building for some privacy until you can catch your breath and, god willing, get your body to stop trembling. You realize too that you’d left your purse and your phone inside and you can’t possibly go back in there right now, not like this.

“Fuck,” you sigh into the desolate alley, stopping to lean your back against the cool brick and hanging your head, burying your face in your hands. The emotions of it all, of seeing him again, hits you like a ton of bricks and you let out a loud sob, your legs practically buckling from underneath you causing you to slide down the wall and squat down, elbows resting on your knees and face still buried in your hands as the now quieter sobs continue to rack your body.

You’re feeling just about every emotion under the sun right now and they’re all pouring out of you at once. You’re angry, jealous, sad, irritated, but maybe worst of all you’re reminded of just how fucking badly you still miss him. How badly you weren’t over him. And you hate yourself for it.

“Gotta light?”

That voice… of course you recognize it the second you hear it, even with his words slightly slurred and your face practically buried between your knees, and of course he had to follow you out here. The moment your head raises to look at his smug smirk with the cigarette dangling between his perfect lips you scowl, quickly rising to your feet and taking the two short strides over to where he stands in the middle of the alley and you snatch white stick from his mouth and immediately snap it in two, tossing it carelessly to the ground between you.

“Hey!” Dave barks at you, his voice sharp and loud as it echoes off the walls of the tight alleyway.

As if he has any right to be the one pissed off right now.

“Oh you don’t even smoke,” you argue back immediately, not in any type of mood to be taking shit from this man.

“I’m a social smoker,” he shrugs and you doubt even that’s the truth, he just wanted a reason to follow after you.

“You’re an asshole,” you bite back, not missing a beat.

He scoffs. “Somebody’s in a mood. Maybe you need that cigarette more than I do.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

He’s on you before the last syllable even leaves your lips, both his large hands on your shoulders shoving you backwards until your back hits the wall and he’s crowding your space, leaving barely an inch of space between your two bodies that are now breathing heavily with adrenaline. You can smell the alcohol on him and you know he’s had a lot to drink. If you weren’t half buzzed already you could probably get there just by the smell wafting off of him.

“Think you’d rather I fuck you, hmm? That where all this attitude is coming from Baby?”

His hips force yours further into the unforgiving brick behind you as his hands leave your shoulders to grip your waist instead and you can feel the hard outline of his obvious desire pressing against you. You bite your lip to suppress the moan that’s begging to escape your throat but it slips through anyway; barely registering but he hears it. Of course he does. You can see the way the corner of his lip turns upward into a sly grin.

“There’s my girl.”

“I’m not your anything! You fucking left Dave. You left!” You raise your hands up to shove hard at his chest but he’s like an immovable wall.

“I know.”

His voice is suddenly soft, dare you say, remorseful sounding. You hate how your resolve and anger instantly starts to wane the moment he lets his guard down even the slightest bit.

“I know,” he repeats it again, softer, quieter, his forehead coming down to rest against yours where he slightly shakes his head back and forth. One hand lets go of the grip on your waist and he gently rubs the back of his knuckles up and down the top of your arm, just a barely-there touch that’s already causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh.

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to sound stronger than what you know you’re actually capable of right now. “Why did you follow me out here?”

“I want what you want”. His voice is suddenly at your ear and an involuntary shiver runs through your entire body. “Come home with me,” he tries, his voice slurring just slightly and you roll your eyes and attempt to put space between the two of you again. This time he’s not expecting it and you do manage to push him back a few inches and he wobbles on his feet.

“A drunk fuck so you can disappear again the minute it’s over, you think that’s what I want?” You’re practically screaming at him now, but you don’t care, he deserves it.

“C’mon,” he huffs, sounding annoyed as he quickly crowds your space once more, this time he manages to grab your hands and hoist them above your head, pressing them into the wall so you can’t push him off you again. “One last time for old times sake, huh? Let me fuck this attitude right out of you”

“I’m married, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Hasn’t exactly stopped us before,” he smirks and then lowers his face down so he can nuzzle into you, his nose grazing your ear and his smooth cheek brushing against yours and for a moment you feel yourself melting into his soft touch.

Your voice lacks the conviction you know it should when you rasp out a quiet "Dave, stop”. You won’t go home with him, you know you won’t. You’d never hurt Marcus like that (again), but the smell of his familiar cologne on his shirt collar, the way his warm skin feels pressed against yours and how your body seemingly just fits into the contours of his own you can’t find it in you to immediately try and push him away again either. It’s been so long, you want to just feel him. Just for a moment.

“Kiss me,” he tries, voice suddenly at your ear before he moves just slightly until his lips hover on yours. He doesn’t force it on you, waiting for you to make that final move and close the distance between you. It takes everything in you, but you manage to turn your face away and you hear his desolate sigh in response, hot breath fanning your cheek.

“Take a hint buddy,” a deep voice suddenly interrupts and both your heads snap to the side where you see an enormous man standing at the opening of the alley, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He must be a good six inches shorter than Dave but easily has over 100lbs on him. He’s a very wide, stocky man with a long ponytail and a studded leather vest over top of a faded t-shirt and covered in tattoos, looking like he belongs in some type of biker gang. You immediately recognize him as the man from earlier who tried to summon the waitress from Dave.

He fishes a lighter from his pocket and brings the flame up to light the cigarette and takes a long drag before breathing a large cloud of smoke out.

“She’s not interested,” he repeats when Dave doesn’t loosen his hold on you. “And you’re paying for those six shots by the way, prick.”

“What, you think she’s saving herself for you?” Dave laughs, incredulous. His hands suddenly leave yours, allowing your arms to drop down to your sides and he takes a step back from you, fully turning towards the man who’s now taken a few tentative steps into the alley. Dave reaches a hand into his back pocket fishing out his wallet. He pulls what looks to be a fifty from the bill fold, scrunches it up to a ball and throws it in the direction of the man standing in front of him before closing his wallet and returning it to his pants.

“There, now fuck off.”

“What’s your problem man?” The bystander asks, flicking his cigarette away and taking two long strides forward, the fifty note left crumpled and forgotten on the ground.

“My problem? My problem is fucking assholes who can’t mind their own business. Go fuck off and get your micro dick sucked somewhere else.”

Your brow furrows as you listen to Dave seemingly intentionally picking a fight with this complete stranger. This was not the calm, cool, collected Dave that you’re used to.

You didn’t like whoever this Dave was.

“Wanna try saying that to my face, shithead?” The shorter man challenges, taking another step towards Dave.

“Dave, just leave it,” you try but he waves a flippant hand at you, not even bothering to look in your direction.

“How bout I get you a stepstool and you say it to mine, small fry.”

“Don’t need a stool to lay you out right here on the pavement,” he challenges right back, taking yet another step closer until they’re just inches apart, the shorter man apparently not intimidated whatsoever and likely rather comfortable in a fight, you assume. What he doesn’t know, however, and what you do, is Dave’s extensive military training. Even drunk you have no doubt he could easily kill this man and barely break a sweat, if he wanted to.

“Leave it alone Dave, c’mon, I mean it!” You try again but you might as well be talking to the wall behind you, as neither of the men are paying you any attention any longer. Ironic, since you’re half the reason the fight started in the first place. Men.

“Tell you what,” Dave begins, voice smug. “First one’s free,” he finishes, raising his arms up in the air, defenseless.

Before you even have a chance to plead with them once more the other man swings, clocking Dave right in the gut that has him doubling over for a few brief seconds before he quickly rights himself again, and, to your astonishment, starts laughing.

“That it?” Dave laughs, back to his full height again. “C’mon, again,” he goads.

This time the stranger's fist connects with Dave’s face, causing his head to swing left with the impact he puts behind it. You quickly scramble over to Dave who lets out another chuckle as he wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and turns back to face his foe.

“Pussy,” Dave taunts before spitting blood to the ground at the man's feet. “Why don’t we call the waitress out from inside, she probably hits harder than you do.”

“Dave!”

You watch it happening like it’s in slow motion, how the man grabs Dave’s head with both hands and smashes it into the brick wall and Dave, for whatever reason, doesn’t even fight it. It makes you think of those videos you had to watch in Drivers Ed as a teenager, how the drunk driver in the scenario is typically the one to survive a collision because their response time is so slow their body just lets go and goes with the flow rather than bracing for impact. The part that really tears you up inside though is you don’t even think it’s the alcohol, you think he’s doing it on purpose, wanting to get hurt. You hear the loud smack as his forehead hits the brick and you instantly surge forward, taking the brunt of his weight as he collapses into you and you both slowly slide down to the ground with him in your arms because you can’t hold his weight.

“Get up, you piece of shit!” the stranger yells, furious, and you scream, covering Dave’s body with your own where he lays in your lap as the man winds up to kick Dave while he’s down.

“Enough!” A third man’s voice shouts and relief floods your whole system as you recognize it’s Marcus. In a flash he’s crossing the alley, grabbing the stranger by his shirt and shoving him into the brick and holding him there. Marcus was definitely ‘a lover not a fighter’, but he could certainly hold his own when it came down to it if need be. You’re not scared any longer.

“You alright Honey?” he asks, quickly chancing a glance over to where you’re kneeled on the ground with Dave’s head in your lap, surveying the laceration above his eyebrow.

The man in Marcus’ grasp looks at the two of you confused, then when he notices Marcus’ wedding ring where his fists are cuffed in his shirt, his eyes widen in disbelief.

“Holy shit, is this your wife? I just did you a favour pal,” he scoffs, lightly shoving at Marcus and Marcus backs off just slightly, letting go but staying close in case the man wants to go at Dave again who’s practically unconscious at this point.

“Look it's fine just… go back inside please,” Marcus huffs before he turns back to you and frowns. “Think we can get him up?”

Between the two of you and Dave’s slight cooperation (as much as he can manage with not only how intoxicated he is but how he surely just got few screws knocked loose thanks to that brick wall) you manage to get him up and he looks around a little disoriented, shaking his head while you and Marcus flank either side of him and hold him up.

“Marcus? You’re here,” Dave slurs and then turns his entire body into him and practically collapses into his arms in what you think was meant to be a hug. Marcus manages to hold Dave upright, both his arms holding under Dave’s armpits to keep him on his feet.

“I’m here,” Marcus croaks out. “I’ve got you.”

“The fuck?” the stranger mutters, shaking his head as he watches what must surely be a very strange reaction to a husband finding another man hitting on his wife in a dark alley. “Good luck with… well, all of that pal,” he says with a wave of his hand in the direction of the three of you before he turns on his heel, bends down to pick up the discarded fifty and heads back out of the alley and presumably back toward the bar.

“I’m drunk,” Dave suddenly breaks the silence, pushing back slightly from Marcus and wavering on his feet. His brows furrow in confusion and he wipes at his forehead. When his hand comes into his eyeline and he sees blood smeared on it, his features scrunch up again. “And I think I hit my head?”

“It’s ok, do you think you can help us get you to the car? It’s close,” Marcus tries to explain to Dave who manages a small nod. You get behind Dave and lift one of his arms up and turn him slightly, draping his arm over your shoulders as you move with him to stand at his side, Marcus now holding up the other. Thankfully Marcus had hastily just parked the car in a loading zone directly in front of the bar after you failed to answer any of his texts or calls so the walk was quick and you managed to get Dave shoved into the front passenger seat. You quickly run back inside to grab your purse and phone and say a quick goodnight to your coworkers and then hurry back out to the car. Dave mumbles off his address once Marcus slides into the driver’s seat and Marcus gives a non-commital grunt of acknowledgement before he pulls away from the curb and drives away. Barely two minutes later Dave’s head is tilted all the way back into the headrest and he’s passed out. You lean forward from the backseat to address Marcus.

“We can’t take him home like that. What if he has a concussion or something?”

“I’m not taking him home” Marcus quickly responds, shaking his head.

With a satisfied sigh you lean back into your seat.

What a fucking disaster.

Barely ten minutes later Marcus pulls into your driveway, hitting the button clipped to the sun visor to open the garage. The last thing he needs is for his neighbors to see the two of you dragging a bloodied half unconscious man into your home in the middle of the night.

You only manage to get him as far as the couch on the main floor, an upstairs bedroom too harrowing of a feat to attempt you presume with Dave’s inability to offer much of his own assistance. With a loud grunt you manage to drop him down to a seated position on the sofa and he immediately falls back into the soft cushions.

“Stay with him, I’ll get some water and something for his head,” Marcus says and you nod your head.

He’s only gone a minute or so, taking a little longer because he couldn’t find the Aspirin bottle right away, but when he returns with two extra strength tablets and a full glass of water he stops in his tracks just inside the living room.

Dave is flopped on his side, face resting on your lap facing where Marcus stands while your hands delicately card through his hair.

He’s murmuring quiet little ramblings with his eyes closed, something about “fucked up” and “so sorry” and you just gently hush him, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.

“We need to clean him up” you tell Marcus when you notice him standing there. There’s blood still smeared across his forehead but thankfully not very much, he hadn’t been actively bleeding for very long. At least you know he doesn’t require any stitches.

Marcus sighs and crosses the room, getting down on his haunches in front of the couch in Dave’s direct eye line.

“Hey Buddy,” he tries softly. “Need you to sit up for me, have some water and take these.”

Dave grunts, noncommittally, but ultimately does try and push himself up. You both help until he’s back into a seated position and Marcus hands him the two white tablets. Dave stares at them for several seconds before tossing them back into his throat and swallowing without water. You tisk at him and shove the water glass into his hand.

“Drink,” you order. He does. He finishes near the entire glass in one go and your eyes widen in surprise.

“There,” he sighs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Can I go now?”

You’re so frustrated you could smack him. One second he’s being a total asshole, the next he’s trying to kiss you, then he’s purposely getting the shit beat out of him, then practically crying in your lap, and now he’s back to being obstinate again.

He was right about one thing. He is fucked up. And you don’t think it’s just the booze.

“I’m sorry, no,” you shake your head, trying to sound less angry than you feel. The last thing you need is to pick another fight with this unpredictable man right now. “Baby, you’re bleeding”

The endearment slips out completely by accident. You don’t even notice you’ve said it but both Dave and Marcus do, their widened gazes turning to you at the exact same moment.

“Dave,” you quickly try to correct, shaking your head.

He lets out a little snort and nods his head, like he’s willing to let you get away with your little slip up.

“You hit your head really hard, you can’t be alone tonight. If you can make it upstairs you can have the guest room, if not, we can make up the couch. In the morning you’re free to go, I promise.”

“Fine,” he relents, shoulders dropping.

“Think you can help us get you upstairs?” you ask and he nods his head. Both you and Marcus throw one of his arms around your shoulders and help him up, taking each of the steps up the staircase slowly. Dave seems to be somewhat coming out of his fog and much more helpful this time, thankfully. You’re pretty sure it’s just the alcohol working against him now, his brain mostly cleared from the fog of the head trauma. Once you reach the top of the stairs you go to turn towards the guest room but Dave plants his feet and attempts to twist his body away from it, toward the direction he knows your and Marcus’ master bedroom is instead. You and Marcus both share a look behind Dave’s back where you’re holding him and after a moment Marcus gives you one solitary nod, acquiescing to Dave's wishes.

Once inside the room you unravel yourself from Dave as Marcus sits down on the edge of the mattress, bringing Dave with him to sit next to him. You head off to the bathroom to wet a washcloth and come back into the room to gently wipe away the blood and dirt at Dave’s forehead.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” you mutter as you clean him up best you can, shaking your head slightly. He doesn’t answer and you don’t expect him to, nor do you really even want him to in his condition. He needs to sleep it off, maybe you’ll get some clarity in the morning.

Once he’s cleaned up Marcus lifts Dave’s arm off of him and puts it into his lap. He isn’t sure what to do next so he leaves Dave there and wanders off to the bathroom to find you where you’re rinsing off the washcloth in the sink.

“What do we do with him?” he asks quietly.

“Well… honestly it’s probably better we’re in the same room anyway, that way if something happens in the middle of the night we’re there,” you reason and Marcus nods.

“Ok…” he sighs, following after you as you exit the bathroom and flick off its light.

You stop just outside the bathroom when you see Dave passed out in the middle of your bed, all his clothes - including his shoes - still on and you sigh.

“I got it,” Marcus says, going to the end of the bed and untying the laces of Dave’s shoes before placing them on the ground. That’s all you undress of him though, he’ll be fine sleeping in the rest of his clothes. Marcus was already in sweats and a t-shirt but you were still in work clothes so go over to your dresser and fish out a pair of pajamas and quickly change. Once you’re ready for bed you turn out the lights and both you and Marcus crawl in on either side of Dave. You can’t help but reach a hand out and brush it through his hair as his light snores fill the quiet, darkened room.

Fuck, you really missed him.

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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How would the hashiras, more specifically Renogku and Tengen (in a more romantic way at least), if the reader has insomnia? Like reader is the newest hashira, the master holding a meeting to celebrate when reader walks up clearly hasn't slept in a while. Sanemi or Obanai makes a sarcastic comment asking if they slept recently only to be shocked when reader replies 'I think this is day 3, I'll crash sooner or later' shrugging but noticing the shocked and worried expressions of all the other hashiras 'I have insomnia this is normal, hell last time I didn't sleep for 5 days this is nothing'

# kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui

tags : gn!hashira reader, fluff, romantic feelings from kyojuro & tengen’s sides, obanai being obanai, not proofread.

a/n : hello anon! it’s a bit messy lol, i tried to focus on all of them in the beginning, then i divided it in two to follow kyo and tengen reacting singularly (idk if makes sense tbh). i hope it satisfies your request, i’m a bit unsure about it lol.

what were they celebrating again? oh right, right…

oyakata-sama congratulated you because thanks to your hard work another lower moon was gone. you were pretty satisfied, also because you were the newest hashira and you wanted to demonstrate your capabilities.

the moment you entered into the room everyone looked at you, your status saying it all.

“tsk, apparently someone’s been avoiding sleeping,” shinazugawa commented in a sarcastic tone. “mhm, you’re actually right! it’s probably been three days now,” you chuckled before walking to the center and sitting down with the others. “i’m sure i’ll crash sooner or later.”

ubuyashiki wasn’t expected that day, it was just a reunion organised by kanroji and himejima to ease the tension among them all. more and more demons were showing up and they took this opportunity to celebrate.

you noticed that kocho, kanroji, himejima, rengoku and uzui had a concerned expression plastered on their faces. on the other hand, tomioka, shinazugawa and iguro were just a bit shocked at your confirmation.

“guys, uh… i’m okay, don’t worry. i have insomnia,” you explained, a carefree attitude. “last time i remembered, i couldn’t sleep for five days… this is nothing if you think about it.”

KYOJURO

“are you sure you’re alright?” kyojuro moved closer to you as the others started conversing with each others, even if reluctantly. it took you a little while to notice kyojuro was talking to you. it was the lack of sleep. “rengoku-san! of course i am, didn’t you hear?” you looked at him with a smile on your tired face.

“i’m sure there are a lot of methods to help you sleep, we can try something together,” he offered to help you. how kind of kyojuro, ready to help the others as always.

but the truth was that he cared deeply about you and hated seeing you like this. he knew that if you were tired you couldn’t do your job properly, and it was dangerous.

“oh… i don’t really know,” you shrugged, chuckling. “i usually wait for sleep to come and get me, you know?” you didn’t wanted him to worry too much about it.

“for death, at this point,” everyone turned to look at iguro and mitsuri scolded him, saying that it was very rude to say. kyojuro turned to you, noticing that you were once again distracted by something.

“you should lay down, don’t you think?” kyojuro asked you, tilting his head to the side. “here?! no way!” you shook your head, fixing your sitting position. “i can accompany you to your estate then?” he offered, his flaming eyes watching you expectantly.

“rengoku-san… don’t worry too much,” you were interrupted by a yawn, your cheeks heating up a bit since he was watching you closely. “it’s not a problem! i do it with pleasure,” he showed you his signature smile, capable of warming up your chest. “well, if you insist,” you chuckled, noticing that kyojuro wasn’t going to give up any time soon.

TENGEN

“l/n! insomnia, huh?” uzui sat right beside you, surprising you. did tengen always looked so big? “uzui-san! yeah, that shit sucks,” you nodded, your eyes clearly showing how tired you were.

“i’m sure there something you can drink to help catching sleep… i’ve heard a couple of slayers talking about it,” he shrugged casually, as if it was none of his concern. it was, actually. tengen wished he noticed sooner that you found difficult sleeping in the past days. “i’m not… really into that kind of stuff, i think? i tried it years ago but it didn’t work, so,” you chuckled and rubbed your cheek, making tengen smile.

“well, why don’t you try and lay down here,” he gently pulled you towards his body and let you rest your head on his big thighs. you were truly surprised by his actions. tengen always treated like something closer than a friend, but doing something like this in front of the other hashira? never.

“b-but…” tengen shushed you, letting you relax as he caressed your back. “just close your eyes and trust me,” he nodded while his warm hands caressed your back, noticing your tensed muscles. it was in fact relaxing, and surprisingly having his hands massaging your back pushed you closer to the so desired sleep.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

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biolizardboils · 4 months

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so heads up! im popping a LOT of Prime Season 3 posts into the queue--they'll start coming out one week from now, on January 22nd! if you can see this post and haven't watched it yet, here's some tags to block: #prime spoilers, #sonic prime spoilers, #sonic prime s3 spoilers, #sonic prime season 3 spoilers.

got all that? great! here's my final unorganized little rambles about the show:

shoutout to Rusty Rose's Birdie, who only appears in the very first and very last eps for some reason 😭 her speech about it not being her power source came outta nowhere too, but i loved the message behind it

when everyone arrives at the Grim, just before the ep ends, Nine starts breathing heavily and it. instantly reminded me of Movie!Tails when the bar was calling them freaks. fuck. its a nice reminder of where Nine's coming from

speaking of Nine his poses getting more unhinged over time!! hell yeah

i love that the final fight(s) felt like a kid smashing 3 different Lego sets together, real Robot Pirate Island shit

i laughed a little too hard when the Grim's dome started closing in cus Nine's citadel-thing already reminded me of a thing that happened in Fortnite once, but hell naw they had to add The Storm too sdfghj

METAL BIG DESTROYED ME LJKHGFDV im SO glad i wasnt spoiled about it!!! a while in i started finding it creepy instead of funny, which is an added bonus

i was spoiled about the Advance flashback and its clashing sprites though. the utter whiplash of seeing that without warning mightve made me choke on my hot cheeto puffs. someone's already remade it btw, check it out

i fistpumped at the small reprise of "me beauty" gfhjk ill miss you so much Dread

we're four years into the 2020's and Sonic has nearly died an agonizingly slow death 3 times in 3 different continuities! and dare i say it was delicious every time >:)

unless Word of God says otherwise I'm gonna assume that the giant shadow at the end was The Return Of Metal Big lpoihgfds

So... Twitter, huh? My spoiler filters there had some leaks, and I saw some discussion out of context that... actually made me kinda scared to finish the show. But then I did, and had fun with it just like the other two seasons, and I remembered that Twitter gets high-strung about things that don't matter so much, and that giving it sway over how much I enjoy things is silly lol.

Yes, I think the last season could've been paced differently so it wasn't 5 episodes of the same Final Boss Fight. Yes, I think the writing switches jarringly between gearing for a young new audience and for a seasoned old one. Yes, I think the 2D flashbacks look and move worse than what fans constantly make for free. Yes, I think the final episode doesn't do nearly as much housekeeping as it should (does the Shatterverse still exist or not??). Yes, I think declaring the show is canon to the games or whatever they said probably wasn't the best idea. And yes, I think Black Rose should've had a shoulder-parrot!Birdie to match the other Amys. All valid critiques! All sensible things to think when you've been around the Sonic bush!

But I swear to god, people on Twitter act like these things spoil the whole package. Where's the nuance? Why does every opinion there become an absolute worth tearing others down for? Is it the character limit? I bet it's the character limit.

There's so much I love about this show that were infeasible for the Sonic brand just 3-4 years ago. Externalizing the characters' facets to explore them in-depth. Said exploration spanning multiple episodes instead of being one-and-done. The sheer amount of genuine Sonadow food (and I don't actively do shipping, so me adding it here should hold a lot of weight). The snappy, playful, yet blistering fight scenes that, dare I say, feel like a successful TV-budget Spider-Verse. It was all so much fun!

But I guess stuff like Green Hill being the gang's "home" is a big deal-breaker?? Like?? I thought that was silly too, but not worth ratio'ing people with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse over? Get well soon, I guess??

Rambling over, shout-out to the entire country of Canada for giving me the most fun I've had with a Sonic show since X! I'm gonna go figure out how to address all this as The End lol

#sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime season 3 #sonic prime s3 #prime spoilers #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime s3 spoilers #sonic prime season 3 spoilers #sth #prime #me talking #boils watches #long

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urfavstargirl1 · 2 years

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wasting your tongue - eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: After becoming close classmates with Eddie, you soon learn that he could fuck love you better than your boyfriend ever could basically you’re chrissy and this is how things should have ended that night in the trailer if st4 didn’t happen

a/n: Not Allowed by TV Girl has been stuck in my head for the past who knows how many weeks and heavily inspire this piece, so please listen to this song as you read its the soundtrack to this story lmao (song linked below)

Cw: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, heavy making out, touching, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), fluff, angst with a happy ending, implied p in v sex, f/m orgasm, not sure how to tag it all cuz its my first smut piece but its pretty mild/vanilla tbh

Minors dni!

So how should you begin this? You guess it started when you were with him. And how he never even took you out to dance or barely fucked with any rhythm. He was playing with your head and poor Eddie was on the sidelines of it all; but not for long.

You were a beautiful and popular cheerleader that just so happened to be in the same elective class as resident D&D playing metal head, Eddie Munson.

On the first day of class, you two had sat next to each other and ended up being paired together on classwork throughout the school year.

You often got to talking about things beyond class material. Turns out, Eddie was actually really cool and smart and funny. And it didn’t take too long for him to realize that you were a lot nicer and funnier and down to earth than he imagined too.

As the weeks passed by, you settled into a rhythm where you and Eddie would get to class and instantly start talking about anything and everything. You always asked how each other’s days were and what new music or movie recommendations you had for the other.

“Oh I couldn’t watch that, well, at least not with my boyfriend. He hates scary movies.”

“Yeah well it sounds like your boyfriend’s a little—“ bitch is how Eddie wanted to finish that statement, but when he sees the little quirk on your eyebrow he cuts himself off.

“What were you gonna say,” you press curiously.

“Nothing,” Eddie nervously laughs as he rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

“C’mon finish that sentence Eddie, I know you want to,” you egged him on.

“Uh, was just gonna say he’s a little scaredy cat,” he shrugs in attempted nonchalance, cheeks ablaze.

“Uh huh, sure,” you replied unconvincingly. Smiling at how flustered he got.

The banter you and Eddie had never failed to make you laugh and you always ended up thinking about the conversations you had with him for the rest of the day.

Before you knew it, you were looking forward to that elective class every day just so you could spend time with Eddie. Sometimes you even fantasized about things you would want to say to him and the things he might say back to you.

The subject matter of your conversations didn’t even have to be anything special. Sometimes, it just helped to have a listening ear for whatever cheer drama was going on or which classes were stressing you out.

As a distraction, Eddie would tell you some silly story about the boys in his Hellfire Club or what crazy thing happened last time he played with Corroded Coffin.

Upon finding out he was in a band, you knew you would just die to see him perform one day. But you knew you probably never would because his performance times always conflicted with your cheer practice or homework schedule.

Not to mention, your boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team, would absolutely flip his shit at the idea of his girl sneaking out at night to see some other guy.

It wouldn’t be like that though. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. But now it might be since things haven’t been going so well for you and your boyfriend.

You had been dating him for a while, but lately, you’ve been fighting a lot. He blames it on the stress of basketball season, but you don’t fully believe that.

For one, you’re a cheerleader all year round, what’s your excuse? But more than anything, things just feel off with him and your gut tells you it's not just because of basketball.

Sometimes, you want to tell Eddie about it. You don’t think your friends or your family would really understand and somehow, it feels like he might. But you also feel kind of weird talking about it to Eddie because you don’t want to complain or worry him.

So even though you don’t talk about it, at first, Eddie definitely notices a difference in your energy. Or maybe it's the fact that it's the third day in a row that you’ve come to class with a frown that drapes across your pretty lips.

At this point, Eddie has already started falling for you, hard, but he knows nothing could ever happen between you two. Despite the banter that often feels like shameless flirting, he knows there's a limit to your connection, so he tries to keep his hope at a zero.

On days when he can’t, he reminds himself that even if you weren’t taken, there’s no way the queen of Hawkins High would ever want anything to do with the school freak.

But it’s because of these feelings that it pains him to see you with your boyfriend. What’s worse is that Eddie knows deep down that he can treat you so much better than he ever could.

He even fantasizes about all the ways he could. He knows you and him would be a long shot, but if he can’t have you in real life, he can at least have you in his daydreams.

Eddie sees it clear as day that this guy is playing with your head. If it were him, he’d much rather play with your…

Has your boyfriend ever made you cum? It’s obvious that the jackass has made you cry. Eddie knows he could do the exact opposite, if given the opportunity.

One day after school, at a Hellfire Club meeting, one of the boys pulls out an old yearbook. Eddie snatches it from him and flips through the pages to find your picture. It’s with him, in the class superlatives: cutest couple.

Your boyfriend has his arm around you. You’re practically matching: him in his lime green basketball uniform and you in that cute little green and yellow cheer number smiling up at him as he smiles into the camera.

He could stare at that picture for the rest of the campaign just thinking, God, I wish that was me. But he knows it's different because you actually love your boyfriend, or so you say.

Sometimes when you talk about your boyfriend, all he can think is, you're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies. If it were me, I’d rather waste mine between your thighs.

Eddie should be disgusted and ashamed at some of the thoughts he’s had of you. Like when he lies awake at night and images of you flood through his mind while his hand is rapidly jerking up and down and quiet obscenities escape his lips as his skin glistens with sweat.

He has such a sick and twisted imagination, but hey, shouldn’t that at least count for something?

Around you, he can push those thoughts to the sidelines. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or jeopardize the fact that the prettiest girl in school actually likes talking to him, even if it's only for 50 minutes a day.

So when things start getting worse with your boyfriend, Eddie makes it his personal mission to turn your frown upside down at any given opportunity.

He doesn’t know what to say otherwise, but he knows laughter is the best medicine, so he’lll always do something silly to make you laugh and take your mind off of him or whatever else might be stressing you out.

It doesn’t escape your notice how happy you feel when you’re with Eddie. How his smile makes your heart skip a beat. Or how he looks at you in this sincere way that seems so effortless for him but is the only time you ever truly feel seen.

But there’s also another way he looks at you. One that makes you feel like your body’s been lit on fire.

It’s on game days, when you have to wear your cheer uniform to school that Eddie loses it and just looks at you as if he could absolutely devour you.

You’re already so pretty, but in that itty bitty cheer skirt that swishes and swirls with every step you take or gently drapes the softness of your thighs when you sit? Yeah, he’s a goner.

At the sight of your legs alone, Eddie just hopes the teacher won’t make him stand up.

It’s on those days especially, when you’re all dolled up and the immaculate vision of Hawkins royalty, that he can’t believe how pretty you are and how a girl like you is even talking to him.

He tries not to let it show but you definitely notice how he’ll trip over his words or fidget with the rings on his fingers a little more than usual.

It was weird to think you had this effect on him. But it made you wonder if seeing him in his element, at Hellfire or with Corroded Coffin, might have a similar effect on you too.

Little did you know, you wouldn’t be left to wonder for long.

The night before the championship game you and your boyfriend got into a massive fight.

He always gets worked up during basketball season but he said some things you just couldn’t forgive. It was obvious: his head wasn’t in it anymore and neither was his heart.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t quite in it anymore either.

You knew the timing wasn’t the best, but it seemed like there was no other option than to break things off. Neither of you were happy anymore and maybe some time apart was just what you needed.

He wasn’t particularly happy, but it made sense to him too. So you both agreed, you would spend some much needed time apart and if there was anything truly there, you would eventually find your way back to each other.

Despite knowing you made the right decision, it doesn’t stop you from crying yourself to sleep that night. It hurt to finally accept that the boy you had been with for so long and convinced yourself that you loved wouldn’t be in your life anymore.

The next day, you try to carry on like normal, but it’s obvious how terrible you feel when you come to class. No amount of makeup or hairspray could hide the fact that something was wrong, at least not to Eddie.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks as soon as you take your seat.

You could hide it from anyone else, but you knew you couldn’t hide it from Eddie.

So you tell him. You give him the gross oversimplification of the previous night's events, but one thing was clear: you had nothing to do with him anymore.

Eddie is a bit shocked to hear the news but more than anything, is proud of you for standing your ground.

“It’s tough, but you did the right thing. You deserve way better than that guy anyway.” Eddie says in a lighthearted manner, but it makes you wonder, “Like who?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, taken aback by the question. “What?”

“What kind of guy do you think I deserve Eddie?” You ask innocently.

Eddie scratches at the back of his neck nervously, trying to play it off by saying, “Oh well, you know, obviously, Prince Charming.”

“What do you think my Prince Charming would be like?” You asked with naive doe eyes.

Eddie is sure you must be playing with him. You have to know what effect you were having on him or why else would you be putting him through such torture?

“Uh let’s see, maybe someone who knows the difference between his head and his ass.”

You giggle then look at him with a bit more seriousness, “No, really?”

“Really?”

“Yes, Eddie. Really really.”

“I dunno know,” Eddie squirms under your intense gaze.

What is he supposed to say? That you deserve someone like him? Even he knows that can’t be true. As much as he knows he could be better for you than your boyfriend ever could, he also knows that deep down, he would never be worthy of a girl like you.

“Eddie,” you coaxed.

He looks at you with a straight face1, seriousness laced in his features in a way he’s never shown before. In an instant, the energy in his body, the energy in the room, everything about you two shifts.

“You deserve the world. Simple as that.”

He turns his attention to the assignment in front of you two. He takes the wooden pencil in his hand and scribbles something down.

You slightly gasp, taken aback by not only his answer, but his sincerity too.

And then it hits you: it’s Eddie.

Eddie was the one who always made you laugh. He was the shoulder you knew you could cry on. He was the one that truly made you feel alive.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time. Eddie, and his beautiful long brown hair that flows down his head. Eddie and the cute wrinkles starting to form between his eyebrows. Eddie with his big brown eyes that you love, cast down, lashes fluttering above his cheeks. Eddie and his smooth button nose pointed downward hanging over his delicate full lips. Lips that you always kind of wondered what they would feel like against yours, but pushed the thought to the back of your mind, till now.

The sound of the pencil scratching the paper catches your attention and you look down to admire the way Eddie’s slender fingers wrap around the pencil. The chunky silver rings adorning each one. The muscles in his forearm flex as he flips the pencil around to erase something.

You gulp, dry throated. Eddie feels your gaze, and for a second, flits his eyelashes up, gazing into your eyes. Your breath is caught in your throat. He offers a small, nervous smile before turning back to the paper in front of him.

You blink rapidly and pretend to turn your attention back to the assignment as heat explodes in your cheeks.

How could you not see it before? All this time and he was right in front of you. Eddie Munson, your knight in shining armor.

Before class ends, you make sure to tell him, “You should come to the game today.”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“What? Why not?”

“Not exactly my scene sweetheart.”

Eddie’s called you this many times before. It’s a nickname you hadn’t really given much thought to. But now? Something about the way he says it makes you feel like your entire body has been lit on fire.

“Still, it could be fun. And besides, isn’t one of your friends on the team?”

“Lucas?”

“Yeah, you guys should come out and support him. It is the championship game after all.”

“Oh the championship game is it now,” he mocks you and you roll your eyes.

“I’m serious Eddie.”

“Can’t. Got a Hellfire meeting after school.”

“The game’s not till 7:00, you can come after.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows, “You know that’s not really my thing. Last I checked, freaks and athletes don’t exactly mix.”

“Please, Eddie,” you jut out your bottom lip.

His features soften, unable to withstand the temptation.

As a cherry on top, you add, “For me?”

Eddie feels something stir in his chest as he looks into your gleaming eyes, your sweet face he has a really hard time saying no to.

“You really want me there?” He asks, apprehensive to accept the reality that you’re asking this of him.

You nod, smiling at him pleadingly.

He exhales “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

And sure enough, you spot him in the stands later that evening surrounded by other boys with wild hair and all black outfits. Throughout the game, you look in his direction, hoping he’ll see you.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie spotted you from the moment he walked into the sweaty old gym. There’s no way in hell he would’ve come here otherwise, but for you, the boy would move mountains.

At the moment you see each other at the same time, you lock eyes and give him your brightest smile. And for the rest of the game you and Eddie can’t keep your eyes off each other. Each routine you perform, it’s like you’re performing it all for him, and only him.

Your ex, squeaking his shoes across the waxed wooden floor of the court is right in front of your face, but long forgotten in your mind.

Because the cheer team only has a few routines that get cycled throughout the game, Eddie starts to pick up on a few of them and mimics your movements in the stands anytime the team makes a point. Seeing him do candlesticks and daggers or wave an imaginary pompom makes you giggle and almost forget your next step.

It’s not until a half court shot is made that Eddie does a blade and accidentally thwacks a younger boy with curly brown hair standing next to him in the face that you laugh out loud. The girls closest to you in your formation look at you funny.

Even across the court, you can tell the younger boy yells something like “what the hell” to Eddie. Eddie brings him in a head lock and nuzzles his cheek against the younger boy's head. He smiles at you and winks before telling something to the boy that you hope is along the lines of an apology.

It makes your heart warm to know Eddie came out tonight and see him so happy and comfortable with people you assume to be his friends.

By the end of the game, the tigers have won and you’re doing the victory routine with the squad.

As the teams go into the locker room and they start clearing out the gym, some of the girls in the squad try to catch your attention. They invite you to go out to whoever's house for a victory after party, but you have better plans. Even if they’re with someone who just doesn’t know it yet.

You search for Eddie, having lost him in the crowd as attendees dispersed toward the exit.

He must be outside already. You grab your cheer bag and head outside. As you exit the gym doors, you look around. The sun has already set and the streetlights in the school parking lot have turned on. Dozens of people are milling about. He could be anywhere.

You scan your surroundings and out of the corner of your eye, you see a group of boys huddled around the corner of the building. You hear a cacophony of loud male voices, but a particular one stands out to you.

You squint in their direction, and sure enough, you see that familiar head of wild wavy hair. You start walking over. A few of the boys notice you and say something to Eddie.

Eddie’s caught mid laughter and turns to look in your direction.

“Eddie,” you call out and wave. Eddie smugly grins. He says something to the boys and starts walking toward you. You run over to him, bag hitting the side of your leg. When he’s close enough you drop the bag and practically jump into his arms.

“You came,” you squeal as he wraps his arms around you and chuckles.

“Only ‘cause you practically begged me.” He says into your hair. You squeeze him tight once more and pull away.

“Don’t act like you weren’t having fun Munson. I saw you cheering in the stands.” You lean forward and cup your hand around your mouth to whisper, “Between you and me, the cheer squad could really use someone like you.”

Eddie smirks and in his D&D voice says, “As flattered as I am, I’m afraid I have to humbly reject the advances of the beloved Hawkins High cheer team.”

You smile at him in glee but it fades away as you look behind Eddie. You see his friends whispering and looking at you and Eddie. Eddie follows your gaze and turns over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just being a bunch of dorks,” he says the last part loudly while pointedly looking at them.

You laugh nervously. “Hey, um, are you doing anything after this?”

Eddie looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. Eddie didn’t have anything to do besides maybe give a few of the boys a ride home, and even then, he knew they could find someone else to do that.

“No, not really.”

“Some of the girls from the squad invited me to some party tonight,” you say. Eddie’s features drop at your words till you add, “But um, I don’t think that’s exactly my scene right now.”

“Oh,” he responds, lips forming in a circle. Eddie’s features brighten slightly, but he keeps it restrained. He’s not sure what’s happening right now, but it sounds like you’re about to ask him something.

He’s not sure if you’ll be bold and actually ask it but he’s too afraid to be bold and somehow fuck things up by asking for you, so he stays silent.

You look between his eyes, hope lingering in the air as he searches yours too. “Do you maybe… wanna do something tonight?”

And for some reason, Eddie’s eyes quickly flit up and down your body. Here you are, in your cute little cheer uniform, asking him out. Out of your own free will. You’re asking Eddie “The Freak” Munson if he wants to do something with you. He’s gotta be dreaming. There’s no way this can be real.

“Yeah,” he chokes. All sense of pride out the door. No pretense of playing things cool anymore. He’s been dreaming about this moment since you sat next to him that first day of class.

You’d hoped he’d respond as such. In fact, you half expected him to. But as much of an ego boost as this interaction might’ve been from any other guy, you’re still nervous because this is Eddie Munson we’re talking about.

Your Eddie. Eddie with the wild hair and chunky rings. Eddie with the shit eating grin and sweet expressive eyes. Eddie who can make you smile no matter what. Eddie who knows you inside, and pretty soon, out.

You start walking past his group of friends who wolf whistle at the both of you. Eddie flips them off and yells out a few harmless threats at them. You nervously laugh, but the nervousness lingers as you approach his van.

On school grounds, the ball is in your court, but as you drive away, it becomes apparent that the ball is now in his. You’re no longer the bold confident girl standing outside the gym. Now, you’ve resorted to the shy nervous girl fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket in his passenger seat.

In a similar manner, Eddie is no longer the awestruck, can’t believe he got the girl, boy he was in the school parking lot. Now he’s the cocky guy who's taking the queen of Hawkins High home with him.

But it doesn’t take away from the fact that he picks up on your nervousness. “Hey, we don’t have to do this, you know. Just say the word and I can take you back home and we can pretend like this never happened. Scouts honor.“

“No!” You yelp. Eddie looks at you for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the road.

“No I…I don’t want that.”

Eddie looks at you apprehensively.

“I want… you.” You say, the taste of the words foreign on your tongue but delicious nonetheless.

Eddie looks at you in confusion, “You do?”

“Mhm,” you respond, confidence slowly coming back and reappearing in your smile.

A moment of silence passes between you two as Eddie contemplates your words.

“Okay, well tell me sweetheart, how exactly do you want me?” Eddie grins with a hint of smugness.

He’s trying not to let it go to his head that this moment is happening right now, but god does it feel so good to know he has you in the palm of his hand. That you want this just as much as he does too.

“Any way you’ll have me,” you sweetly say, voice practically dripping with honey.

That was as much a green light as Eddie’s cynical ears had ever heard. It takes everything in him not to just simultaneously combust at the revelation.

And before either of you know it, you’re standing at his doorstep, just like he’s always imagined. And pretty soon he’s licking sweat off of your forehead, just like he’s always imagined.

Your leather jackets, his biker and yours letterman, hit the ground and Eddie’s ready to act fast. He’s not sure if the sense of urgency comes from wanting to do something before you change your mind or just making up for lost time.

He brings his hands to the backs of your thighs and picks you up in one swift movement. He carries you to his room and roughly lays you on the bed.

“Eddie,” you whine between kisses. His full pink lips a delightful refuge for yours.

“Sorry princess,” he mumbles against your lips, “Got a little carried away.”

You feel him smiling against your lips and your tongue acts on its own to swipe against his lips.

Your kiss grows hot and heavy. Desperate and needy. Your bodies crave the other's touch. The satisfaction is only less than a school year in the making.

Your lips intertwine as you explore the other's mouth. Hands grazing every square inch of the other's body. Moans and whines and whimpers fill the air.

And when he puts his finger in your mouth, you close your eyes and lips, swirling your tongue around it.

It’s like there's wires in your mind and Eddie is sewing them together. His touch and his taste have them rubbed and severed by the heat.

And soon, his touch migrates south. As he moves from your lips to your jaw, he pauses at your neck.

Before he can move any further you pull away and look at him fondly.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, interpreting your pause as hesitation.

“Yeah,” you swoon at his glazed over eyes and kiss swollen lips. His features illuminated by the soft yellow haze of the lamps in his room.

“You sure? ‘Cause we can stop at any time. I don’t want you to feel like–”

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek. “Shh. I don’t want to stop. I’m just… taking in the fact that this is finally happening.”

Eddie cocks his head to the side, leaning into your touch, and smiles. “Finally? You been daydreaming about me or something princess?”

You look at him like a deer caught in headlights. Eddie’s hand, rubbing circles into the fabric covering your waist, squeezes.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he leans down to press more soft kisses along your neck. You hum and instinctively bring your hand to his head, running your fingers through his hair.

“I might’ve had a daydream about you here or there too.” His kisses start becoming sloppy and you withhold a moan desperately trying to make its way out of your mouth.

“A daydream? O-or a wet dream,” you try to tease until his lips find a particularly sensitive spot making you whimper.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mumbles against your skin, lips curved in a self-satisfied grin.

“Y–” You half attempt a sarcastic response, but Eddie’s mouth sucking and teeth nipping at the sensitive spot cut you short.

He’s sure to leave evidence of his touch. If your brain wasn’t going into sensory overload, you would make a note to self that you’ll probably have to wear a turtleneck or scarf tomorrow.

As desire takes over, your clothes are ripped off and thrown on the floor. Eddie hungrily looks at you and you give him an equally devourful look at the sight of his inked skin. All burning cheeks and sweaty foreheads.

Your lips return to each other like opposite ends of a magnet. Your hands keep wandering and warm bodies keep moving in a deliciously electrifying rhythm till Eddie makes his way down.

His tongue is finally wasting its time right between your thighs like he mentally promised you so long ago. His expert movements creating a coil of tension deep within the pit of your stomach

His tongue tastes and caresses while his lips suck and brush in all the right places. His movements add to the ever growing tension of the coil till it reaches a breaking point and snaps.

Your legs shake and back arches at the pleasure. A pleasure you never even knew existed till now. It takes over you, possesses you mind, body and soul.

You’re crying out Eddie’s name, fists tightening and pulling the hair at his scalp. You’re whimpering and shaking as he smiles into your wet skin.

He hooks his hands around your thighs to ground you as he continues to supply white hot pleasure sourced at the apex of your thighs and delivered to every square inch of your body.

“Just like that,” he coaxes into you, words vibrating in the place you need it most. “All for you princess.”

You’re crying from the pleasure. It’s too much yet all too good. It all feels right. Like all along, it was supposed to be like this. Why did you ever waste your time believing otherwise?

Eddie’s own body is electric. Buzzing with anticipation. Red hot blood pumping violently throughout his veins. As much as he loves kissing every inch and curve of your body, there’s one place he needs to feel most. He needs to go to the place you two will call home.

You’re dizzy from the heat, but use the moment Eddie reaches over to his bedside table to catch a breath.

“God you taste so sweet,” Eddie purrs as he rummages around and pulls out a little square packet.

“But to be honest princess, I’m just dying to know how good you feel.”

If you’re being honest, you’re dying to know just how good he feels too. You tell him so and he leans over to sloppily kiss you. You can practically taste yourself on his lips as your mouths languidly connect to the other.

He pulls away and looks you in the eyes. He holds your gaze for a moment before softly asking, “Do you want to keep going?”

You nod, not as eagerly as you feel, still recovering from the crash of euphoria. “More than anything Eddie.” You run a hand over his head and let it rest at his jaw. You pull his face forward and give him a quick kiss.

“Please… wanna feel you.”

Eddie grunts and scrunches his face. His breath is heaving. He can’t believe this is actually happening. Should he pinch himself? He has to be dreaming.

He opens his eyes and sees you with your hair disheveled across the pillow, cheeks flushed and mouth open in a shy smile. He grins back at you.

As he rolls the condom on, he smiles to himself and says, “Can’t believe this is happening. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” you squeak as Eddie starts to line himself up with your entrance.

He freezes, eyelashes touch his eyelids as he peers up at you. He cocks his head to the side. “You… what? How long?”

You giggle. “Do you remember that week when one of your favorite band’s new albums came out so you kept humming it all throughout class and almost got in trouble?”

He smiles and nods.

“You were humming and like bopping your head back and forth and you kept trying to sing the lyrics but you didn’t have them fully memorized yet so you were kinda just loudly singing gibberish at me?”

He squints and smiles, “Yeah, I remember but what does that have to do with it?”

“You were just really, I don’t know, revved up. It was kinda hot to see you like that.”

Shocked was an understatement for Eddie. He had no idea you ever paid attention to him in that way, let alone felt the way you did.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. That and I also saw you without that bulky jacket and vest for the first time. That Hellfire Club shirt really does wonders for your upper body.”

Eddie chuckles. “So the Hellfire shirt did it for you too?”

You giggled, “Yeah. I mean, I know music is something you’re passionate about but seeing you so excited about it in that way… It was like you just had this raw, wild, almost animalistic energy that was… such a turn on. And I was seeing you like that in a classroom. I couldn’t even imagine what that kind of passion and energy would look like…“

“In the bedroom?”

You look at him shyly, “Mhm.”

“Looks like we're in a bedroom now. Still curious?”

“Mhm,” you hum with outstretched arms and grabby hands. You reach forward to pull his body closer to you.

He leans in for a kiss, but stops right before your lips touch. “What’s the magic word sweetheart?”

“Please?” You whimper.

“Uh uh. I want you to tell me what you want.”

“I-I want to see your passion and–”

“Nope,” he says firmly, fingers teasingly along your exposed skin.

“I… want you?”

“Getting closer,” he hums between sloppy kisses placed along your sternum.

“I want you inside me?”

“Almost,” he chuckles as he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I want you to rock my world? I don’t know. I just want you Eddie, right now. I want you so badly,” you whine, legs bobbing up and down.

Eddie chuckles at your needy response, ego boosting at the way you beg. “You mean that princess?”

But before you can even respond, the same animalistic energy you just mentioned takes over Eddie in that moment. He wants to show you just what kind of passion and energy he can give to you.

The adrenaline takes hold over you both. Your eyes trail to the muscles flexing in his abdomen. Slowly, Eddie began to move into you making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He starts off slow, not wanting to rush or cause any pain. But then you felt him, all of him, and it was better than you ever imagined. It drove you wild.

He began to rock to a slow and steady rhythm, and it was already better than anything you had ever experienced before.

“Eddie. Need more.” You gasped as you clutched the sheets.

And like the flip of a switch, heat and fervor filled the room. Eddie answered your prayers and picked up the pace. You locked your arms around his neck and held him close to you. Eddie groped your sweat coated flesh and groaned between your whimpers and moans.

He gave it all to you and savored your responsive body. “God you feel–so fucking good,” he would grunt in your neck.

“I can’t get enough Eddie,” you said. “I need you like this forever.”

Eddie hiked your leg up and hooked it around his hips. The position inflicting a newfound wave of pleasure. The coil in your stomach being brought back to life.

You grasp at his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hot skin.

“Oh Eddie,” you whimpered. Eddie leans forward for a sloppy kiss, practically sucking your mouth.

“Such a dirty fucking girl,” he mumbled against your lips. You gasped but he kissed the gasp right out of your mouth.

“You act so innocent in class with your little cheer skirt and ponytail,” he kisses you again, “But only I know how naughty you really are. Isn’t that right?”

You whimper and tightly wrap your other leg around his hip in response and Eddie chuckles. “Don’t worry princess, your secret’s safe with me.”

At this point, he’d reduced you to a mess of scattered whimpers and moans. But he’s starting to feel close and he knows you are too. Your bodies are heaving and breathless. Sweat clinging to your skin as your bodies morph into one.

It feels too good, like unearthly good. Eddie’s never even felt this way before. Like he was just made for loving you.

Eddie’s heart races as he admires the way your face tightens and screws. His skin feels alives at every point where yours touches it. As your legs cling to his hips and your arms cling around his shoulder, you press your chest against his. You whimper and breathe shallowly along his neck.

Eddie’s movements become harder and faster. His thrusts are sloppy and messy but it feels just like heaven. The hair that doesn’t cling to the sweat on his skin hangs over your face, tickling your own skin.

“Eddie, you feel so–ahh, feel so good… I’m cl–” you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, hitting a new spot within you.

“It’s okay, let go for me baby,” he coaxes. You’re on the verge of tears. The pain and pleasure becoming all too much for you. But you want it all. You want all of him right now. You run your fingers through his hair and tug lightly at the scalp. Eddies groans and kisses you passionately.

The coil of tension within you snaps. You’re crying out his name and soon he’s crying out yours too.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers into you neck as you reach your peaks.

You’re whimpering and shuddering under his touch as you see stars. He rocks you through your pleasure as you come down.

You’re breathing heavily, feeling waves of euphoria crash throughout your body. As the sensations slowly subside, you lay down blissed out with Eddie and his heavenly body lying next to you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you and Eddie turn to face each other. Eddie pulls your body against his. He wraps his arm around your waist to hold you close.

You close your eyes and smile in bliss. Eddie places soft kisses along your closed eyelids, then your nose, and ends at your mouth.

You hum contentedly and nuzzle your head into his chest.

You’re still a bit breathless but you have enough in you to say, “Oh Eddie, that was-that was so good.”

“Yeah? You liked it?”

You run your fingertips along the plane of his shoulder, “Mhm. Did you?”

“Every second of it. You did so well, baby.”

Your heart flutters at his words. You open your eyes and see him smiling down at you. You lean forward and slowly kiss him.

“You were really good too. I-I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before.”

For a second, your praise injects a wave of pride in Eddie, but then his head comes back to earth. Was this just your way of getting over your ex? Is Eddie just a rebound for a jerk who couldn’t even treat you right?

He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself or ruin the moment so he tries to play it off by saying, “It’s what you deserve princess.”

His words ring a bell reminding you of your conversation earlier that day.

“All thanks to you, Prince Charming,” you say as you peck his lips.

“Woah, I don’t know about Prince Charming.”

“Why not?”

“I’m far from it babe. More like a lovable jester.”

“You can be my loveable jester.” You coo as you smile at him.

He looks at you quizzically, trying to see if you’re just fucking with him or not.

You notice his features and ask, “What?”

“You mean that?” He asks, voice fragile.

You nod, “Yeah, I want to give this a shot.”

Eddie laughs, “And here I was hoping we’ll still be friends after this,” Eddie says, a half joke half truth.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, but I think I want to be more than just friends after this Munson.”

“You sure about that princess,” he asks as he leans over to kiss you. You feel the warmth of his mouth and savor the taste of his tongue.

You pull away, looking lovingly into his eyes. “More than anything in the world.”

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KyouxTohru~Mating Season

Summary:

When the boys start avoiding her with no explanation, Tohru gets worried and asks the younger Sohmas, and well, she's always one to help.

Ao3 Tags:

Mating Cycles/In Heat, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Scent Kink, Getting Together, First Time, Mating Bites, Biting, Fluff, Insecurity, Kink Negotiation, post-sex cuddles, Hair-pulling, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Cat Dick, Sort Of

Notes:

My notes for this read "I am why we can’t have nice things."

Sorry if this is OOC, but someone had to literally almost die for these two to get their shit together in canon so liberties had to be taken lol

"Hey, Tohru. No bodyguards today?" Hatsuharu asks with a tilt of his head as he stretches.

Tohru blinks, confused before she must realize what he means, and visibly slumps. She's quickly putting her usually carefree smile back in place though.

"No, not today. I guess they weren't feeling well or something, but Kyo refuses to even be in the same room as me." She can't hide the way her shoulders slump this time. "He actually growled at me, but I don’t know what I could have done wrong and even Shigure's holed up in his rooms so I can't even ask him."

"That's weird." Hatsuharu agrees, sounding a bit distant as though in thought. "Hey, Tohru…what day is it?"

"Um…May 5th? Why?" Tohru asks with a tilt of her head, confused by the sudden topic change.

Haru nods sagely in understanding. "Ah, that makes sense then."

"Huh? What does? Are they okay?" Her eyes widen before she looks around and her voice drops to a whisper. "Is it a zodiac thing?"

"Ding ding ding," Haru responds dryly. "First day of summer in the traditional calendar. It's when most of the animal mating seasons overlap so I guess most decided to sync up there at some point in the past. I'm pretty sure I join next year and Momoji's just going to be a menace. …I think Ritsu and Kagura are in fall and winter. Yuki should have already been done though so that's weird." He mumbles thoughtfully.

Tohru, meanwhile, has momentarily stopped functioning as she stares at the ox blankly. "Huh?" A blush is slowly creeping up her face.

"Haru!" Momoji suddenly appears to lightly thump the taller boy on the arm with a pout. "Have some tact. You're going to break poor Tohru!" He scolds.

"Ow," Haru says flatly. "She wanted to know what's wrong with the others."

"There are better ways to say it." Momoji huffs before turning to Tohru with a look of concern. "Are you okay, Tohru?"

"Huh? Yeah! Why wouldn't I be!" She squeaks, standing straight. "It's natural! Nothing wrong with it! Perfectly natural! All good here!"

Momoji chuckles, leaning up to pat Tohru on the head. "It's okay to be embarrassed you know? We appreciate how accepting you are, but you just learned that your housemates are in a magic-induced horny haze. You can be embarrassed."

Tohru squeaks again but shakes her head. "No, um, that's not why I'm embarrassed. Really it's not. My mom was a bit wild so I'm really not as innocent with that stuff as people think." She swears as her face grows darker. "It's just..well…I said Kyo growled at me, right?"

Momoji frowns but nods. "Was the cat being a big meanie?"

Tohru shakes her head quickly before her brow furrows in a frown. "No! …Well…I don't know? He said I smelled, but his pupils were blown and he kind of cracked the door frame with how hard he was gripping it. I thought it was a little strange that he didn't fight Yuki dragging him back upstairs, but I was too busy apologizing for apparently smelling, but now I'm wondering…" She makes a dying noise. "No, that's just silly. There's no way."

Momoji and Hatsuharu share a knowing look even if they're both ready to scream if it means these fools will understand.

"Tohru." Momoji starts in one of his rare moments of seriousness. "Why don't you talk to him? Hatori said we're still coherent and able to make decisions, we're just a bit more willing to listen to instinct and our inner desires is all." He smiles. "That was probably his cat trying to get his butt moving." He giggles now when Tohru's face darkens once more.

"Get moving…what?" She blinks. Is there steam coming off her face? It feels like there's steam coming off her face. "Um, uh, what about Yuki?" She jumps, wanting the subject changed. "Hatsuharu said it was weird for him to be acting strange right now?"

Momoji smirks a little but accepts the change. "It is probably his rat throwing the same fit as the cat but for that one grey-haired girl from student council."

Tohru regrets her decision, but is, luckily, saved by the bell as she squeaks a goodbye before running off.

"Talk to him!" Momoji laughs after her.

Tohru doesn't have an answer for her friends as to what happened and why she's still red when she returns to the classroom.

She's not sure she'd be able to tell them even if she could.

~~~

"Oh, welcome home, Miss Honda." Yuki smiles tiredly when she stumbles into the kitchen with grocery bags. "Good day at school?"

Tohru can't help her little squeak as she straightens before nodding quickly. "Yes! Sorry, yes. School was fine. I- um- I talked to Hatsuharu and Momoji though. Um, thank you for helping Kyo back to his room this morning!" She stumbles with a bow.

Yuki blinks in confusion before giving one of his pleasant smiles that even Tohru knows spells someone's doom. "So they told you, did they?"

"Yes, but only 'cause I was worried!" She quickly assures, finally putting the bags on the table. "You all just suddenly started avoiding me and no one would tell me why. …I figured it was zodiac related since it was all three of you so when Hatsuharu asked where you were, I said what was wrong and he told me why…sorry." She mumbles near the end, bowing once more.

Yuki's face changes to surprise before he sighs in defeat. "No, we should have told you somethingat least. Apologies, Miss Honda."

"No! No, you're fine. You were probably just embarrassed, right?" Tohru shakes her head, waving her hands a bit. "Hatsuharu said it's weird for yours to be this late so that probably doesn't help, especially if you were trying to keep it a secret, but um-" Tohru buries her face in her hands as she groans in annoyance at her own stumbling before gesturing at the shopping bags. "I picked up some Pocari and extra food. I wanted to at least pass a note to Kyo about this morning, but otherwise, I'll leave you guys alone. Just let me know if you need me to pick anything up or to pass along any messages or um yeah. Momoji said why yours is probably later than the rat's is supposed to be so just let me know-sorry!" She squeaks when Yuki crushes the water bottle in his hand with that smile back on his face.

"You're fine, Miss Honda. Thank you for these. I just need to have a word with a certain rabbit when I go back next week is all." He smiles, actually grabbing a sports drink and some snacks before heading to the stairs. "As for talking to the cat. I don't know if that's the best idea."

Tohru tilts her head in confusion. "Momoji said Hatori said you guys were still coherent, though?"

Yuki sighs, glaring up the stairs. "This is true, but the cat is still slightly more animalistic because of its other form. As much as I hate to admit it, at this point they'd rather die than actually hurt you and wouldn't do anything against your will, but I doubt you'd be leaving his den." He warns before looking back at Tohru. "So think carefully about what you want to do."

Tohru's face flames red once more as she squeaks, but nods her head. "R-Right! Gotcha!"

Yuki gives another tired smile before heading up the stairs. "I'll deliver these to him then. Have a good night Miss Honda."

"You too!" She squeaks.

~~~

Tohru, as promised, thinks about it.

God does she think about it.

She spends so much time thinking about it, actually, that by the next day, she's slumped over her desk, fighting for her life to keep her eyes open.

"Hey, Tohru?" Uotani frowns as she turns to her during a break. "You good?"

"Your waves seem quite troubled." Hanajima agrees, appearing next to them.

Tohru hopes her face isn't as red as it feels. "I'm fine, just didn't sleep well." Not a lie

"Something wrong?" Uotani asks before a snarl appears on her face. "Do we need to beat up some Sohmas?"

Tohru's too tired to even have much of a reaction. "They didn't do anything wrong, Uo-chan. I just have a lot on my mind." She mumbles sleepily.

Her friends frown at each other but really have no reason not to take her word for it.

"If you say so." Uotani sighs, kicking her feet up. "Just know you can talk to us though."

"I know. Thank you." Tohru smiles. "I'm gonna take a little nap before the next lesson. Wake me up when the teacher comes."

"We shall watch over you." Hanajima smiles. "Sleep well."

~~~

By the end of the day, Tohru is slightly more well-rested and has a note ready to slip under Kyo's door with a request to talk when he can.

She did have a lot on her mind, that was true, but at one point she had gotten up to use the bathroom and could hear him and was pretty sure she heard her name, and yeah they definitely needed to talk, especially if her suspicions were correct.

She freezes at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Shigure's house, though.

"Am I really considering ruining our friendship over this?" She mumbles to herself. "I do genuinely want to help him if he's struggling as much as it sounded, but will he get mad? …He might run off again."

"Ugh! That is it! I am tired of watching you two dance around each other. It is driving me crazy!" Momoji yells out of nowhere, he and Haru having followed her to see if she went through with it.

"Momoji? What are you-" Tohru yelps when she's suddenly hugged and there's a puff of yellow smoke. "What? Momoji wait!" She calls when a little yellow rabbit is running up the stairs with her note way faster than she can run. "Momoji!"

Hatsuharu sighs as he slowly follows behind the two, ruffling his own hair. "Yuki and Kyo are gonna be mad at us."

"Momoji, wait!" Tohru calls as she sees the rabbit dart around the corner of the stairs before there's a small squeaking noise. "Did you get hurt- oh, thank gods, Yuki caught you." She sighs in relief when she sees the taller boy holding the yellow rabbit by the scruff in one hand and the note in the other.

"Want to explain why we're having rabbit stew a week early." Yuki sighs in annoyance, not looking any more rested and radiating an aura like he might actually follow through with it if he doesn't like the answer.

Momoji is actively trying to get away, for once sensing that he's made a mistake as Tohru flushes red.

"He- um- was going to take my note to Kyo while I was second-guessing myself." She whispers, eyeing the cat's door in question.

Yuki stares at her blank-faced for a moment, glancing at the rabbit then back at her before finally sighing.

"You two can thank me later." He decides, choosing violence as he walks over and slides the note under the door himself.

"Wait, no!" Tohru yells, lunging at it even as she watches it disappear beneath the door and hears a shuffling on the other side. She shoots the two rodents the closest she can get to a dirty look as they head down the stairs before focusing back on the door. "Um, you can ignore it and pretend you never saw it if it makes you uncomfortable! Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I-"

"Tohru, I can read." Kyo huffs through the door, sounding amused. "Back up a bit so I can focus though."

Tohru doesn't understand what her proximity to the door would have to do with anything but backs up to sit against the opposite wall nonetheless. "Sorry."

"You're fine. Stop apologizing…the rat was right, we should have said something or asked if you'd stay with your friends or something…You heardme?!" He coughs, sounding like he must have taken a drink

"Sorry! I couldn't sleep because Yuki said I should think about what to say before I talked to you and I was thinking a lot so I got up to use the bathroom and I didn’t hear a lot, it was just a moan that I thought sounded like 'Tohru', but could have just been the lack of sleep and wishful thinking and-"

"Wishful thinking?" His voice sounds strained now.

Tohru makes a bit of a dying noise as she hides her red face in her knees. "I'm going to shut up and let you read."

There's a sort of strained chuckle then a few seconds of silence before an actual chuckle.

"So you and the rat are why Shigure busted into my room this morning to throw condoms at me and tell me to man up with no context." Kyo sighs, leaning fully against the door now if the thump was anything to go by.

"He did what?!" Tohru squeaks, face entirely red now before thumping it back against her knees. "He must have been around the corner when Yuki and I were talking. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault he's a fucking perv." Kyo sighs, silent for a moment before he speaks up again. "So what do you want to do? You've apparently already heard my thoughts, but are you sure? I have no clue if I still transform or if there's more curse bullshit or what might happen. And I'm probably still going to be awkward when this is over. You said you're afraid of ruining our friendship, but I'll probably be the one to fuck it up."

"I won't let you!" Tohru declares, smacking the floor in front of her before squeaking again when she realizes what she did. "I mean that won't happen because I won't let things be awkward…or will try not to at least. I really like you, Kyo, but there doesn't have to be strings attached eith-"

A low growl from the other side of the door cuts off her rambling before there's an embarrassed cough. "Sorry…uh as much as I'm okay with strings, you're right that there shouldn't be-"

"That's not what I meant! I-"

"I'm the cat, Tohru. As much as you try to change it or ignore it, I only come with bad luck and baggage. It's definitely better if you don't tie yourself to the monst-"

"Kyo Sohma, if you finish that sentence, I swear to whoever god is-" Tohru warns, pulling out the full name only to be cut off.

"I'm just saying, you would be better off-"

Now it's Kyo's turn to be cut off as the door is flung open so he falls back into the hallway, butt-ass naked and in shock, as he stares up at a very angry Tohru. He watches her face turn red in embarrassment, but with the whole animal transformation thing and sharing a bathroom, it wasn't the first time she's seen it and whether this happened or not, he doubts it would be the last. This is probably why she's able to continue.

"No. Do not even think of finishing that sentence. I will try and probably fail to physically fight everyone who put those thoughts in your head, but I will still try." Tohru huffs with a stomp of her foot and a pout. Even obviously furious, she knows she doesn't look all that threatening.

She doesn't, but it's adorable and causing an entirely different reaction that he has to watch her eyes dart to when she notices before they widen.

There's another dying noise.

"Um, that doesn't usually look like that," Tohru whispers, pointing to what definitely looks like bumps at the base of his dick, and well guess it's his turn to be red.

"Uh, yeah, you said the rat told you the cat's a bit more animalistic, right?" Kyo mumbles, looking away and wondering why the hell he hasn't gotten off the floor yet to hide in his room.

"Yeah?" She nods, unable to make her eyes move away.

"Yeah, well cats usually have barbed dicks, but I guess the cat spirit decided to not be an ass about one thing at least so uh ribbed for her pleasure or however those things are labeled." He explains with a wave of his hand towards the treacherous appendage before he mentally kicks himself for drawing more attention to it.

"Oh." Tohru blinks, once again wondering if there was steam coming off her face. It finally registers to her that she's staring and she quickly turns around with a squeak. "I'm so sorry!"

Kyo, despite his own embarrassment, can't help but snort at the dork he's fallen for as he finally sits up. "I am literally sitting here with my dick out, but sure." He shakes his head in exasperation before curling in on himself when another wave finally starts hitting. "Fuck, Tohru, I'm sorry to do this but we need to figure this out now because I need to go back in my room ASAP and need to know if the door is staying unlocked. Either way, can you get me more shit from the kitchen?" He groans, already panting again.

Tohru turns back around quickly in concern before she realizes what he means and her face flushes before steeling herself in determination. "If you're okay with it, I'm helping." Being the goofball she is, she bows. "Please let me help!"

If Kyo wasn't fighting with his instincts, he'd probably laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, but, as things stood, all he could manage was a strained chuckle. "Never thought I'd actually have someone begging to sleep with me."

Tohru's face flames red as she fidgets. "Is that a yes?"

Kyo sighs, but nods. "Yeah. Let me get back in my room so you can make it downstairs." A growl works its way from his throat when he tries to close the door between them. "Lock the door behind you when you come in."

Tohru's already making her way downstairs once the door is closed to gather snacks, water, and energy drinks before rushing, careful not to trip. She barely gets the door open again before she's pulled inside with a yelp and finds herself caged against the door by strong arms as she drops everything on the ground in surprise.

"Kyo!" She squeaks, heat rising to her face once more before she's frozen in place by intense orange, cat-like eyes staring into hers and the sight of fangs catching the light when he seemingly unconsciously runs his tongue over them, and she kind of wants to find out if that's turned cat-like as well and oh that's a new thought.

"Still okay?" He pants, pupils quickly overtaking orange.

She nods, not trusting herself to speak as she forces her eyes to remain on his face.

Have his shoulders always been that wide?

When did he get this tall?

God, she's glad Yuki and Shigure found her in that tent.

"Words, Tohru. Need words." Kyo sighs, fist gripping the wood behind her, and shit his claws were out.

A whine leaves her, but she sighs. "Yes. Still okay."

"Have…have you done this before?"

"No, but I know what to do at least?" She whispers, looking to the floor before her face flames and she looks to the side instead. "Mom didn't trust the school's sex ed so I know how everything works."

"Glad one of us does then 'cause I didn't get shit. Don't think any of us thought I'd get this far." Kyo chuckles in self-deprecation before his eyes widen when Tohru does her little imitation of a glare before kissing him. He's just starting to recover when she finally pulls away to bump their foreheads together. When did her hand end up on his cheek?

"No more of that. Please?" She whispers against his mouth, obviously embarrassed by her own actions.

He nods dumbly, trying to get any version of a brain back online, but then she kisses him again with a whispered thank you, and his cat must have enough of his dumb ass because suddenly there's a squeal and they find themselves in the pile of blankets that Kyo's been calling a bed for the past few days with Kyo hovering above her. He opens his mouth to apologize and moves to give her some space but notices her hand reach out and suddenly they're both flushed red.

"Um- I-"

She starts to stutter, but her actually reaching out for him was officially the end of his self-control as he cuts her off with a low growl and smashes their lips together in a much rougher kiss than he intended, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Tohru definitely doesn't mind. She'd rather he be a little rough than continue to be hesitant and skittish about it all and she was pleasantly surprised to find that his tongue was indeed textured. Not in the sandpaper way but definitely something she was hoping she'd get to feel in other places.

"Kyo~" She whimpers when they finally separate for air. "Clothes. Let me get my clothes off."

Kyo growls a little at the prospect of moving away from her, but he still makes himself, leaning back to help and outwardly purring when he uncovers her chest before noticing something.

He tilts his head.

"Is your bra the same color as my fur when transformed?" He finally asks, pleased when he gets to watch the blush travel down to her chest now.

"As I said, I spent a lot of time thinking about this and I guess that included picking out clothes." She mumbles, picking at the strap a bit.

The purring grows louder and he leans forward to kiss her again. "I like it." He rumbles, giving another kiss. "Like having my mark on you."

He's so close right now that even with her dark eyes, he can see how her pupils dilate at that and has to smirk a little. "Like that idea?"

Tohru has surrendered herself to the fact she's probably going to be permanently embarrassed during this but also doesn't anticipate her body's reactions to certain things.

"I- um- I guess so?" She nods, trying to look away.

Kyo doesn't let her, gently cupping her face. "No hiding during this. Please?"

She pouts slightly, but nods. It was a fair enough request. "Sorry."

"Thank you." He smiles, kissing her again before moving down to start kissing her neck as he tries to figure out the clasp on her skirt with his claws. Eventually, he just growls. "I'll fix this later." He warns before slicing through the thread of the clasps to get the damn thing off.

"What do you-? Kyo!" She gasps when she hears the thread snap before she's left in her matching panties.

"I know how to sew." He mumbles, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks her over with hungry eyes. "Not as well as you, but I'll fix it later."

Tohru opens her mouth to say something, but is quickly distracted by his tongue in her mouth again and can't help but smile a little when she hears the tink of metal on the shelf near them so he doesn't lose it.

It's fine she decides.

"Mmmm~" Tohru moans lightly when she feels claws brush her side, eyes snapping open in surprise and embarrassment to meet equally surprised orange.

"…So don't need to be gentle I guess?" He eventually huffs in surprise.

"Um…no. No, you don't." Tohru mumbles shyly.

Another low growl as he kisses her again. "Noted then." He smirks, before recapturing her mouth as his claws move behind her to figure out the bra now, purring when it pops open and she gasps.

He pulls her bra away, subconsciously stuffing it into a specific spot in his blanket pile as he moves his mouth down to run his tongue over a nipple and purrs when she gasps and arches into the touch.

"Kyo." She gasps, hands moving to his hair on instinct.

Orange eyes flick up to hers as he does it again and the little whine he gets this time makes the purring louder as he continues to lavish attention on her nipples. He has no clue what he's doing really, but something in him is telling him that this Is the right move and the little whimpers and moans coming from Tohru confirm it. It's not long before he gets nippy however and lightly bites at one, earning an immediate moan and tug at his hair that has him moaning as well.

He had to make that happen again.

Kyo growls, laying her on her back once more to move down until he gets to her shyly closed thighs that he shoulders his way between to get her underwear off, purring at the shy little squeak he gets when he manhandles them off.

Tohru knew what she was signing up for, but somehow the fact that she'd be naked in front of him slipped her mind, and mixed with the little display of strength that lets her watch his muscles flex has her flushed down to her chest once more, but she is now way to worked up to actually care beyond covering her face with an arm.

Kyo is too busy trying to get his brain to catch up with what to do with the thing in front of him to notice her hiding, but he apparently takes too long for his cat's liking as he's hit with another wave of need and groans. "Fuck, Tohru. I'm really not going to be able to hold back much longer."

"Then don't." She tells him, peaking down at his shocked expression from behind her arm. "I had an idea of what I might be getting into. Do what you need to." She insists even with her face bright red.

Kyo blinks at her in shock, but there's another spike and a growl before his hands are on her thighs, spreading her legs open and his tongue is licking into her and earning a squeal.

"KyO~ There, do that again." Tohru moans when his currently strange tongue passes over her clit and she almost screams when he sucks on it. "Kyo~!"

A loud purr rumbles through his chest at her sounds as he forces his claws to retract on one hand so he can work a finger where he knows his cock is supposed to go and oh that's gonna feel amazing. The purring only gets louder the wetter and louder she got until he has three fingers inside her and he managed to get her to arch off his blankets when he rubs a certain spot inside her.

"KYO!" Tohru moans, her thighs trying to clamp around his head on reflex, but they barely do anything against his broad muscular shoulders and why did zodiac nonsense have to shove it in her face for her to properly notice him?

Kyo doesn't say anything, a bit too focused on getting more noises out of her until another spike slams into him and he groans.

'Okay, okay, I get it.' He thinks at the cat as he pulls back, giving one long lick to watch her thighs tremble before using the slick coating his fingers to help slick up his cock before two foil packets are tossed at him.

"Use those. We still have to finish school, silly." Tohru pants, having thrown one of the discarded condoms and what was apparently a lube packet from Shigure at him.

Kyo unintentionally scowls, but follows orders, tilting his head a bit at the bumps on his cock as he gives a few experimental strokes. They don’t seem to affect anything so he doesn't hesitate any longer in lubing up his cock and lining up, glancing at her one last time to get a nod before he sinks in, both moaning loudly.

Tohru's legs lock around his hips as he sinks inside, toes curling as the ridges provided by the cat stimulate her more than she was ready for and the knot in her stomach tightens.

Kyo has just enough wits about him to know he should wait when he finally bottoms out, but thankfully for his sanity, he doesn't have to wait long before Tohru Is nudging him with her legs around his hips.

"Move." She gasps, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Kyo."

His pupils slit before swallowing the orange of his eyes once more as he plants his hands on either side of her head, claws digging into the sheets as he growls, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into the base.

Tohru throws her head back against what she's come to realize is a mound of pillows as he starts up a fast pace, clinging to him as she feels like she's going to fall apart. Her mom had once warned her that she probably wouldn't cum her first time unless she slept with someone experienced, but she really doesn't know if she was going to last and really couldn't complain.

Kyo was in a similar boat, senses currently a live wire, and was already overly sensitive from being multiple days into the mating season already. It was probably a good thing Tohru was so much shorter too because he had the overwhelming need to bite something and this way he could reach the pillows instead.

Or that was the plan anyway before a hand tangled in his hair to pull his head down for a kiss and a purr was dragged out of him when he felt her tongue slip into his mouth this time. It was definitely a welcome distraction until eventually, he felt her hand tighten in his hair.

"Mnnn~ Kyo~ I'm gonna-" Tohru gasps before she throws her head back on a moan and clenches around him as she cums.

Some noise that is probably a yowl rips itself from Kyo's throat as he fucks her through it, his own hips stuttering as he nears his release.

"Toh-ru…gonna- need to-" He growls as he struggles to get the word out and instead bites at the air to try and get his point across.

"…Just make sure I can hide it." She decides, panting and whining as she's kept at the peak.

Kyo's eyes snap down to a spot on her shoulder that her uniform would cover before he's lunging at it, biting down with a growl as he cums hard into the condom, the growl morphing into a purr as he comes back down. He feels Tohru spasm around him again and hopes that means she came again and he didn't leave her hanging as he licks over the bite on her shoulder.

Tohru whines in sensitivity when he finally pulls off to toss the used condom in the nearby trash before somehow still managing to flush red when she pulled close to his broad chest and a blanket is pulled over them.

"Kyo?" She whispers.

"Mine." He mumbles sleepily, holding her closer as a purr vibrates across her back. "Stay."

Tohru manages to look over her shoulder at his sleepy face curiously before smiling as she wiggles around to rest her head on his chest. "As long as you'll have me."

~~~

~Meanwhile, downstairs~

"You are absolutely ruthless when you're interrupted aren't you?" Shigure teases Yuki as they sit at the table during a break in their own cycles.

"Shut up, mutt. I heard you throwing condoms at him." Yuki snips, drinking his tea.

"Can you blame me?" Shigure gasps, slumping against the table. "It was painful to watch."

Yuki hates to agree so simply hums. Shigure wouldn't be the one having to hear them, but it was infuriating to watch them dance around each other. "At least we don't transform during this nonsense."

#fruits basket #fruba #kyo sohma #tohru honda #kyou x tohru #yuki sohma #hatsuharu sohma #momiji sohma #fruba smut #smut #fruits basket smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jungkook: 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 (5)

In which you're going into heat- but something's not quite right.

Tags/Warnings: Mafia!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, mute!reader, Angst, Fluff, Slight humor, Crime and violence, mentions of kidnapping, graphic description of adult content (violence, smut, Jungkooks questionable interrogation tactics) strangers to lovers

Additional chapter warnings: mc is needy for affection, mentions of non-consensual medication (past), chaotic couple stuff lmao

Chapter Length: mid/long

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It's something that Jungkook already knew would happen eventually. However, it's Jin of all people who notices it first- commenting on your clingy behavior as you sit on Jungkook's lap while he tries to get you to eat something.

You've been awfully bold and affectionate lately, even more so now than how you've been after the whole fiasco of your kidnapping-stunt. You won't leave him alone, you constantly scent him, and while at first he's been a little awkward about it, he can't deny that it's actually kind of nice to receive your affection.

Not that he'd openly say that though.

"Did she, you know, try anything yet?" Jin chuckles, as Jungkook just shakes his head, sighing when you just refuse to take a single bite for now.

"No, not at all." he says. "She uh.. Slept in my bed with me last night because she wouldn't stop crying once I left her alone, but that's it." he shrugs. "isn't she supposed to be like.. Fucking horny all the time?" he mumbles, concentrating on maybe trying to get you to at least take a bite out of the small snack Jin had made for you. You turn away however, making him deflate visibly, before he tries again.

"I mean, yeah. She should be." he worries, before visibly changing into professional mode as he checks the inside of your hybrid ears, your eyes, a hand to your forehead. "she's a little hot to the touch. No appetite either huh.." he mumbles as he watches the younger man given for now. "this all looks like side effects of medication." he says.

"But I didn't give her any?" Jungkook wonders now, confused, while he tries to hold you still as you swing your legs in boredom.

"hold her still for a second, I want to check something." Jin seriously instructs, waiting for the younger to comply, before he feels around the base of your hips, your tail lazily swinging before it starts to viciously swat around, your body reacting instantly when his hand finds something hard under the skin. "it's okay, it's okay, I'll back off!" he says- though he funnily doesn't know if he's trying to pacify you or the glaring Jungkook you're sitting on- but he composes himself. "She's got a PMT, just like I thought. That's why she's like this." he says.

"speak human to me, you know I don't know what the fuck you mean by PMS." Jungkook groans, as he pats your back almost as if by second nature.

"PMT, but yeah, sorry." Jin says, sitting down. "It's a small device that stores medication and releases it slowly over the course of a year." he explains. "she probably got it from her former.. Owner, to prevent her heats." he sighs.

"isn't that dangerous though? Why would he do that shit?" he wonders, genuinely confused now.

Jin only shrugs.

They both thought that you've been held captive for.. Well, those reasons, but apparently, that's not what happened at all. And with you not talking, there's just no one to ask, so they just have to move on and work with what's going on now. "I think it's best to remove it."

"You're not cutting her open." Jungkook replies, wrestling you a little as you start to try and wiggle out of his grasp. "She's- goddamn,- isn't there a better way?" he says, huffing when your tail swats his face, his ears turning red when he gets an involuntary glimpse of your panties- hand grabbing the bottom of your dress to cover you up before he admits defeat and let's you go.

"sadly not. It's best to remove it now when she's not, you know, fully aware of her surroundings." he says, and Jungkook watches as you flop down on the round soft carpet close by in the living room area. "You like her, don't you?"

"hmhm." Jungkook admits, surprising Jin at how easily the younger one says that. "hard not to." he shrugs, deciding to eat your snack himself now.

"She does you good." Jin comments.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" he barks, chewing on the sandwich.

"Nothing. You're just.. Becoming more patient. It's nice." the older one says, grinning. "She'll be fine. I'm sure one day she will talk as well."

"Doesn't matter if she does or doesn't." Jungkook says. "I think we understand each other just fi- Hey no, don't play with that!" he suddenly panics, rushing over to you as you pull on a loose string on ome of the couch cushions, playfully holding onto his arm as he tries to get you off.

All while Jin laughs to himself, shaking his head.

You two are certainly something.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #Enemy au

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beetlesau · 8 months

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SoulBox

CHAPTER 5, THIS IS IT THE LAST CHAPTER

I'm wrapping this up because I just don't have the steam to make a cohesive story anymore lol. I thought I'd have one more chapter but then I crammed it all into this one, oops.

I'm sorry if you wanted to be tagged still it's just been so long since an update I feel anxious about it.

It's time we meet.

You unwrapped a crisp little note that rattled your Soulbox,

Actually this time. No distractions, nothing getting in the way. I'm starting to feel way in over my head about this lately and I've never felt that way about shit before. You deserve the truth. I don't even know if you'll like me for who I am. It doesn't feel right to not tell you everything.

You read the note a few times over to yourself. It was so... perplexing. Up until this point, you'd thought he had just been busy, but now you realized he was avoiding you for a reason. The anxiety you felt was enough to call in a personal day at work. You lay on your couch, wads of crinkled papers thrown around the room. You had no idea how to respond. You wanted to meet, but after obsessing over these cryptic words, what did he mean he's not who you think? Who is he? Is he a villain? Is he even in the hero profession at all?

Why, oh why, did none of those options.... matter, to you?

Your anxiety was centered around why none of this seemed like a big deal to you. But, it was a big deal? And you should be anxious that your soulmate has a deal-breaking secret to tell you, but you aren't. Which is just making you anxious for all the wrong reasons.

... you felt bad for... not .. feeling bad.

You were pacing yourself sick when the buzzer to your apartment rang. It startled you enough you nervously approached the speaker by your door. What if it was him? What if he had found you somehow? What if now was the time? What if-- The buzzer rang again, more feverish and unending now.

"Hello!?" you all but screamed to whoever was ringing your apartment's number.

"What the hell are you doing? Why the hell aren't you at work dumbass?" a familiar voice growled through to you.

"Oh! Bakugo... I... I'm uh, I'm just not feeling well. I think... I have a cold!"

"... Bullshit. You've never been sick a day in your life, your quirk won't allow it."

How did he... never mind, there were probably plenty of people who could figure that fun fact out about you, not just Midoriya the hero-obsessed wonder.

"Ah, uh, that's not, true. Um, see I think it must be a new strand. Yeah, I can't seem to even use my quirk to get rid of it I'm so sick. *Cough Cough* ah, yeah see? So you'd better just leave, I can't have you coming up and getting si--"

You nearly jumped out of your skin as there was a pounding at your door. You checked the peek hole and saw it was none other than Bakugo, scowling into the lens.

"Son of a. WHO let you in the building!?" you screeched, turning to the mess that was your apartment. You scrambled to pick up loose notes, wadded papers, and an occasional tissue when your thoughts went to the worst possible meaning behind the sudden soul-sent message.

"Turns out the doorman is a huge fan of Dynamite. What the FUCK are you doing and why have you not opened this door yet, huh?" he grumbled. "I'll break it down, you know I will." You could hear the agitation in his voice.

"NO! ugh, just give me a second would you!? I told the office I was taking a personal day, I didn't know I also had to tell you too!"

You march back to the door and yank it open, "Remind me to look for apartments with better security--what? What are these?" Your eyes caught the tufts of color lowered by his side.

"What the hell do they look like, Smokey, they're flowers." he pushed them to your chest before inviting himself in.

"I...? Thank you. Why?"

He didn't answer, he just looked at you like you were the crazy one for even asking.

"Okay. Anyway, I'm sorry, is there something I can help you with? I took the day off for a reason you know?"

"What reason?" he quipped.

"It's just one day, Bakugo. I'm just having a personal crisis I guess. My soulmate wants to try and meet up again."

"So? Isn't that what you wanted?" his face unreadable, he made his way uninvited to your couch.

"Make yourself at home, I guess?" Shifting into host mode you pulled bottled water from your fridge and offered it up to your new houseguest. "Well yeah, but the way the note was-- wait how do you know where I live?"

"Wow, distracted much? Your dumbass friend from work, Karen or whatever the fuck told Kirishima and I heard so here I am."

"Kirishima asked where I lived. Why? Wait who? Who's Karen? I'm totally lost."

"Jesus, the secretary lady, I don't know her name I thought it was Karen. WHO CARES. You focus on the dumbest shit, I swear."

"It's not dumb, it's completely valid! But, FINE. WHY DID KIRISHIMA, need to get my address from Sahrin, the secretary!?!" you raise your voice to the absolute bafoon sitting in front of you.

"He heard you were sick and wanted to have a card signed by the office and sent over to you, shitty woman!"

"I'M NOT SICK, HOW DID HE EVEN GET THAT IDEA??"

"OBVIOUSLY FROM ME, IDIOT? I JUST KNEW SHE WASN'T GOING TO GIVE ME THE ADDRESS BECAUSE SHE'S AN ASSHOLE!"

"So you're telling me, you got Kiri to think I was sick, planted the idea that I needed a get well card sent over to me, so you hid within earshot while he probably flirted to get my address out of the secretary, "tHe AsSHolE" Sahrin NOT Karen, and then took it upon yourself to come to my apartment and harass me on my day off, right?"

"I didn't fuckin' hide. I could have got it myself if I wanted, I just didn't wanna flirt with some extra." he huffed.

"Okay, Bakugo. Well?"

"Well what, hag!?"

"... where's my get well soon card!?" You held out your hand, only for it to get harshly swatted away by the blonde.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? GET SERIOUS."

"Oh wait, so that's what the flowers were for! Everyone thinks I'm sick?"

Bakugo's face blanked a moment, his mouth moving without speaking before his words finally caught up.

"Sure. Anyway, how is your dumbass soulmate causing you to take a personal day off work?" his face was heavy with stress, even with him trying to hide it you could see.

"Right. I dunno. I know it's so stupid--"

"I didn't say it was stupid. I just want a real answer."

"I'll get there! I just, he wants to meet again and the things he said in his note just... didn't sit right with me." You slouched into the couch trying to collect all your various free-floating thoughts.

"First he tells me he's been busy lately. So we haven't messaged a lot, which is fine. But, he's been ... acting differently whenever we do."

"Different? How?" Bakugo leaned in close, his expression told you this conversation had his full attention. It made you feel... wrong. This was the kind of thing you should tell a close friend, not some coworker you started having a crush on. It felt like cheating.

A what-- you turned your eyes away from his burning red one. A bit of a slap to the face that something very obvious had only just now been realized by you.

"I- I-" you stammered, Your thought process seemed to have come to a halt on the outside but on the inside, you couldn't stop the flow of information that was coming from this new discovery.

You hesitated to meet your soulmate now, after minimal contact these past weeks. Why? Because you had someone else to occupy your thoughts now? Was that fair? Was that even right?

Did you stay home out of fear?

Fear that your soulmate wanted to reject you, no it would seem not.

Fear that you would go to work and see someone that didn't make you feel all that bad about that possibility, maybe.

And then what? Bakugo has a soulmate, and from what little he's told you about them, the way he's told you, they might as well be the Sun compared to you.

"I'm sorry. I don't know." You glared hard at nothing in particular. "No, that's not true. It's been me. I've been different." You wrung your hands from the anxiety. Your thoughts and feelings were unfolding before you in real time, not exactly in the way you were used to.

"You?" Bakugo inched closer to your face, something anyone else wouldn't think twice about being that it was a minuscule distance, but at this moment you were hyperaware of every little thing about him. The way his eyes searched your face for more answers. Answers you didn't want to give.

"Yeah. What if I don't... what if it turns out I don't want him to... I've spent my life, believing in him as my one true Soulmate. I know that the world has so many possibilities for us, that there's never just One option. One outcome. But he was my first. And as a child, I banked so hard on fairytales and true love. I was so stubborn I didn't think about ever moving on just because he wouldn't speak to me. And that obsession with him being the one grew because of all the hard work I put into loving him and making him love me."

"But now you don't feel the same?"

"I love him. I do. Or I know I'm supposed to. I know that I will. Because he's my soulmate. I just thought..... I thought he would be the only one I loved." you confessed. Suddenly overwhelmed you stood. "I think you should leave." Your heart tremored at what you needed to do. There was no way you could keep going down this path, you could see no light at the end of it. Even if your soulmate had something horrid to tell you there was no use leaning on Bakugo for any of it. You wouldn't dream of chasing something forbidden as another person's soulmate

He stood without argument or snark as he normally would and silently headed towards the door. He seemed to understand what you were going through, having gone through the same quite recently himself.

"I'm sorry. That I did this. This isn't how I wanted things to go, and I never meant to confuse you. I want you to know that all of this has been very real for me. I'm sorry for not being who I should have been from the start, instead of being an asshole. But I promise you, things can be fixed now." he left quietly, and the air was thick with unspoken words.

You took your Soulbox and moved to the counter. You couldn't wait or hesitate any longer. There was no reason to stall, no reason to overthink it. You quickly jotted down your reply to your waiting soulmate.

Then let's meet, Soulmate.

Let's meet at this park outside of this cafe, here.

The letter came shortly after you'd sent yours. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes after Bakugo had left. It was a park not far from where you'd had lunch with him so many days ago.

Alright, when?

Now.

Your heart skipped a beat. Now? But you were... well... you weren't busy. But they didn't know that. Maybe you could come up with an excuse... Why were you so nervous? This was what you'd wanted your entire life but the butterflies in your stomach were overwhelming you.

I know you're free today, don't bother trying to get out of it.

You read the message that followed, your heart vibrated so hard you were sure it could activate your quirk and leave you. How? How did they know? Oh god. You felt yourself so desperate now. You needed to know.

I'm on my way.

Know that I love you.

You stared at the message, unsure of your feelings. You mindlessly held on to this note as you gathered your purse and locked your apartment door behind you.

You decided to walk, it wasn't far. You needed time to gather your thoughts and your courage for the meeting. When you arrived, however, you were met with a familiar face unexpectedly.

"Hey! Kirishima, what are you doing here?" you paused on the idea that he was your soulmate, but it was quickly cast from your mind when he jumped straight to the point.

"Did you know that Katsuki never had a Soulbox? He still doesn't." he smiled at you like you'd been in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation.

"What?"

"Yeah, he used to just stuff letters into the front pouch of his backpack in UA." Kirishima's sharp teeth grinned in fondness at his memories. "One day me and some of our friends were curious so we took it when he wasn't looking, and we found a letter form his Soulmate, that was how we found out."

"Oh. That's... funny. Why are you- Why tell me this?"

He ignored you in favor of telling another story.

"So a few years before you came to UA, you remember on the news that he'd been kidnapped and all that? Then we started staying in dorms on campus. Everyone wanted to know what his room looked like because he wouldn't let us in. Anyway, we told him we wanted to study and we all agreed we should do it in his room. He let us, thinking we were actually going to study. The jokes on him cause we all barely passed our classes either way. But yeah, so Mina saw a keychain hanging on the bed's headrest. It was some AllMight holiday edition I think? I don't remember. But, not the point. So we grilled him and he told us it was the first thing his soulmate ever sent to him, funny right?"

"Funny." Your heart was in your throat now. You could feel tears threatening at the corner of your eyes. You needed to hear more but needed silence all at once. It was so much to take in. There was no reason for him to be telling any of this to you. This strangely similar parallel story that you feel like you lived in some way.

"And do you know what the first thing he ever sent to his soulmate was?" Kirishima asked you gently.

You instinctually reached for the locket that lay around your neck, realizing you were still holding the note you'd carried with you to the park.

"What was it?" you whispered so softly you didn't think he'd heard your question. But he didn't need to, it wasn't for him.

"It was a shitty gum wrapper." a familiar gruff voice spoke behind you.

You spun so fast on your heels that you'd lost balance enough to fall into this voice.

"Please." your tears fell freely now. "Please say it's you." you whimpered.

"I tortured someone for years because I had fallen in love with them. I did everything I could to keep myself from getting close to them because I was scared it would mean I didn't really love my Soulmate." Bakugo steaded you, his grip on you was firm and desperate as if you would try to run away. "Then I found out the truth. That I was pushing away the one person I wanted by my side forever."

"I wanted it to be you." was all you could manage, You held out your hand and the last Soulmate letter rolled in your palm, crinkled and wadded up. He took it from you, fixing it, folding it neatly this time before taking the wrapper from your locket and replacing it.

"I don't want you to hate me. I pushed you away because I thought you belonged to someone else. That I belonged to someone else. I should have known it was you all along. I could never be with anyone but you." Katsuki wiped the tears from your face, now holding your cheeks in his calloused hands.

"I wanted it to be you. I'm so happy that it's you, Katsuki."

It was all he'd needed to hear before pressing his lips to yours.

#au #bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #my hero academia #aged up characters #bakugo is mean lol #enimies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers

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sapnapmybeloved006 · 1 year

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Meeting dtqk for the first time + first impressions

(ALSO I LOVEEEE ALL YOUR HC😍)

THANK YOU!! I'm glad you're enjoying it🥰(This probably isn't what you were looking for but I can write something else similar if you'd like❤️)

First Impression scenarios with DTQK!! (From the streamers perspective)

Dream

For this scenario we're gonna say you're a fellow streamer and met at Twitch Con

I was happy to finally be going out with my friends, not seeing the light of day much beforehand. Me and George were walking through the con and talking to some new people, most being more streamers. At some point along the way George had wandered off to do his own thing. I didn't bother looking for him as I could just call him if I needed him. I looked around and spotted a person with the COOLEST t-shirt on. I walked up to them and started a conversation.

"Hey! I love your shirt."

"Hmm? Oh thank you! You're Dream."

"I am hehe. How's your afternoon going?"

"Busy, I've talked to so many people."

"Ugh same, so (insert fav video game) huh? Good choice good choice."

"Yeah, it's one of my favorites right now, you played it?"

"I did."

He heard your phone vibrate from you pocket/bag. You reached for it to open it and sighed.

"It's one of my friends, they're here with me and got caught up talking to someone, you want my number so we can talk more later?"

"Oh same, George and Sapnap are here too... Somewhere. Here I'll pull up my contacts."

-----------------------

Just as I stepped though the door my mind wandered back to the person at con. Holy shit they were cute, those eyes, the personality. I'm gonna text them. No wait, too soon. They were so cool though.

"Hey Dream!" George yelled from the other side of the hotel room.

"Why are you yelling, I'm just around the corner dude. What do you want?"

"My bad, you've been awfully quiet since we met back up, are you alright?" He actually sounded concerned.

"Yeah, I met a cute person at con and don't know if I should text them yet or not."

"Oouu Dreamies got a crush huh? I mean go for it man, I'm sure they won't think anything of it." George went back in his phone shortly after.

"Oh shut it loser. I will" I walked over to my bad and pulled out my phone. Shit, they already texted me.

*Hey Dream! It's Y/N :)

-Hello!! Hru??

...

They're taking a while to type?

*I'm alright, couldn't stop thinking of you for some reason haha

-Me either lol

Holy shit holy shit holy shit, they're so cute, they were thinking about me too😭😭

George

For this one, you two met at the streamer awards 😸

I had to unbutton the top of my shirt, it was getting rather warm in here. I got interviewed and went to find Sapnap again. As I turned a corner I bumped right into someone.

"Oh shit! My bad, are yo- Woah."

"Umm, it's ok, what's the woah about haha" I teased them slightly looking to meet their eyes. 'Oh shit, they're kinda pretty.' I blushed a tad.

"Oh nothing sorry, You're Georgenotfound right? I've watched you a few times during squid craft."

"Did you? That's cool, are you nominated for anything tonight?" Why is making conversation with a cute person so hard, George get it together they probably have a partner.

"No, but I heard you buddy Quackity I'd nominate for Best Minecrafter, that's cool!" They never once broke eye contact, those eyes were something I'd never forget, mesmerizing really.

"Yeah, he couldn't make it, I'm here with Karl and Sapnap though. You here with friends?"

"No, None of my friends wanted to come. I'm so glad I met someone." They giggled.a.bit before going completely silent.

"I'm sure they won't mind you tagging along. I like the outfit by the way, it fits you good. Er umm I like the pattern." Shit shit shit, George you're an idiot.

"Hahaha oh George, you're blushing. Thank you, let's go find your friends shall we?"

"Yeah, they might be in the bathroom."

As they say here with us during the ceremony I was cought glancing by Sap.

"Gogys gotta crush huh?" Sapnap elbowed me a few times.

"Oh shit it man, I mean look at them, how could you not?"

"George, I'm right here ya know." They turned a bit to look at me. "If you wanted my number you could of just asked"

Sapnap and Karl laughed at this edging me on to ask them.

"I-I guess, umm, lemme pull up my contacts, get yours."

"Got it. Ya know, you're not to bad your self 'Gogy' haha"

"Thanks hehe"

Sapnap

You guys met online, you're not a streamer in this one.

"Hello? Is anyone else using a mic?"

That's the cutest voice I've ever heard, I have to turn mine on.

"Yeah. Hello?"

"Yes finally, Hi! I've been lobby hopping trying to find someone with their mic on."

"Oh damn haha, I'm Nick, what's your name?"

"Y/N, if your cool with answering, how old are you. I'm 19."

"I like that name, I'm 21. How's your day going"

"Pretty good, you sound kinda familiar, do you stream?"

"I do actually, I go by Sapnap online."

"Oh I know that name, I don't think I've watched you directly but I've seen clips of you from that smp everywhere."

"Yeah, it's sucky having that be the only thing I'm known for but it's some good recognition."

"I bet, so, you on here often?"

Keep it together Sap keep it together, you don't even know what they look like.

"Yeah actually, umm do you have insta or snap or anything? You seem pretty cool."

"Yeah get your insta up."

I rip my phone from my pocket faster than I intended too and scrolled to insta. "Ready"

"Ok it's (username) I'm assuming yours is just sapnap?"

"Yeah I followed you. I like that shirt in the first pic."

"Thanks, you're cute Nick."

"I um.. oh thanks hehe." Oh my God, you did not, don't do that to me I'll have stroke.

"Yeah, I'll dm you later the rounds about to start, good luck!"

"You too Y/N!"

Karl

You and Karl met in high school!

I hated being a mentor for new kids, they're always so awkward and weird. I waited with the principal for them. As soon as I spotted them I had changed my mind. They had (favorite band) in their shirt and their shoes were awesome.

"Bro, your shoes are killer, I'm Karl imma be your mentor for the first few days"

"Thanks, my name's (Y/N) er you probably knew that."

"I didn't actually, Mr.Principal doesn't tell us anything important, you didn't hear that from me though"

"Got it got it." We walked over to get their schedule and I showed them their locker.

"Damn, you're in almost all my classes, that's cool"

"Am I? Which ones don't we have?"

"Our maths and chem are switched. There in the same hallway, don't worry. Same homeroom and all that though"

"That's cool. Hey Karl?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you single?"

"I- what?"

"Sorry, sorry to soon youre just kinda really cute ya know?"

"No no, it's ok haha, I'll have to take you out sometime I guess, it just took me by surprise for a sec." Oh my god, no on I've ever liked has liked me back!! Eeee

"Alrighty then. To homeroom?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

After that I got their snap and we texted constantly, they were super sweet and really funny. Best mentee ever.

Alex(the only one in readers pov)

You guys met when you were little kids🥺

"Hey (Guardian)? Why are there so many people?"

"Oh sweet thing, those are the new neighbors, why do you go talk to their son, he's just about your age I believe. His name is Alexis"

"Otay, I be back!!"

I ran across the kitchen and into the living room to fon the new frien.

"Heyo! Are you Alexis! I'm Y/N! I'm five!"

"Umm, yeh, Hi."

"How old are you Alexis?"

"sis, almost seben. Do you has a quiet place?"

"You don't like all da noise either huh? Yeah follow, my room is safe!"

"mmtay"

This kid is funny, he's so shushed and small. He's older than me too.

"this is da one. Siéntete como en casa!"*make yourself at home*

"You speak panish!"

"Sí! Sí! Not my first language but my (guardian) taught me!"

"Vats cool"

We spent the rest of the evening in my room playing and getting to know one another before he had to go. We promised we would hang out every day.

#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #gnf #karl jacobs #quackity #sapnap #dream

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thesolarangel · 1 year

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Camp Phantom Lake 1986

Pairing: Steve x Eddie

Alternative universe - everybody lives, nobody dies, Mutual pining, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Rated T

5718 words

Summary: It's the summer of 1986. Steve and Eddie are camp counselors at Camp Phantom Lake. They're flirting constantly, but neither of them make an actual move, until one horrific thunderstorm changes everything.

CHAPTER 1

Steve's POV

Dammit, Robin. Why did Steve let her convince him that working a summer job at Camp Phantom Lake would be any fun... Right now he's stuck in the Camp's kitchen, dealing with a massive pile of dishes in front of him. At least Eddie tagged along, said he could use the money… and having Eddie around was always fun, he really enjoyed hanging out with him.

The only problem was: Steve was harboring a major crush on his friend for months now and spending 4 weeks at a romantic lake side with cozy campfires, chill summer evenings and staying in the same cabin with him.... could potentially make things... difficult for Steve. Just yesterday Eddie just casually got changed right in front of him. He's never going to recover from that, Steve thinks…

It was arrival day at Camp Phantom Lake, the counselors met up before the kids would arrive to discuss the itinerary for the day and see who would be sharing cabins.

Nancy looked at her clipboard: "Since the camp isn't fully booked, the staff gets to share the cabins in pairs, so it'll be cabin 1: Jenny and Kate, cabin 2: Robin and myself and cabin 3: Steve and Eddie." (she listed a few more names). Steve peeked at Eddie who sat next to Robin across from him. Eddie caught his glance and grinned sheepishly. I don't like where this is going, Steve thought…

They finished their meeting and took their luggage to the cabins… Steve shouldered his duffel bag and started walking behind Eddie, noticing that the metalhead had also brought an acoustic guitar besides his other luggage… they arrived at their cabin and stepped inside. There were two bunk beds, a dresser on each side of the room and a desk. The two windows had old fashioned orange curtains. Nothing special, but it seemed tidy and comfortable. "This is not that terrible" Steve remarked. They unpacked and made their beds. Steve just finished putting his clothes into the dresser when he turned around and… Eddie stood there in just his shirt and gray checkered boxers, apparently mid changing into a different pair of pants… his boxers hung low on his hips and Steve noticed more tattoos on Eddie's thighs that had been hidden until now. HIS THIGHS. Eddie is a lanky guy, but he's nevertheless toned…

"See something you like, Harrington?" Eddie asks with a shit eating grin across his face. "Just changing into something more comfortable here." Steve finally takes his eyes off his friend "Uh yeah sure, whatever. I'm gonna check if the kids are here yet." He bolts, leaving Eddie pantsless and surprised in the middle of the cabin.

He sighs loudly and starts to wash the plates. After a few minutes of scrubbing and stacking dishes he hears the door open and Eddie steps in. "Hey Harrington, Nancy said I should check if you needed some help here..." Eddie asks. "Uh yeah, sure. Thanks, man." Steve says, suddenly feeling way lighter and smiling on the inside. The grip his heart had on this man, seriously! "Alright then, let's do this." Eddie walks up to the sink next to Steve. Then he takes his bandana from his back pocket, raises his arms and... ties his hair up in a messy ponytail. Steve freezes and stares, Eddie looks so different like this... He's never seen his friend with his hair up. It really suits him, Steve thinks. And his neck - the way his hair curls in his neck - "You still with me, Harrington?" Eddie moves in closer into Steve's personal space, looking a little worried and raises his eyebrows... Steve comes out of his trance and looks at Eddie. "Wha- huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." (Which is a total lie, he is not fine, he probably just had a brain circuit). Then he notices how close Eddie suddenly is. Eddie looks at him with his big, beautiful doe eyes and a few strands of his curly hair that have fallen out of his ponytail now frame his face very nicely... Then Eddie smirks. He must have noticed Steve is staring, shit, Steve clears his throat and abruptly turns away from his friend. "Right, um, let's get this done, I wanna get out of kitchen duty as soon as possible." and continues scrubbing plates. Eddie chuckles lightly.

CHAPTER 2

Steve's POV

Around 8pm they gather at the big fireplace near the lake and sit down around the campfire. It's a warm summer evening, the fire is crackling and everyone is busy preparing smores. Steve sits down beside Eddie and skeptically watches Dustin next to them piling way too much chocolate onto his cracker. He puts the marshmallow and another cracker on top of the chocolate, admiring his finished smore. It's a monstrosity. "You really shouldn't eat that much sugar, man." Steve remarks. "Yes, Mooom!" Dustin retorts, rolls his eyes and eats his smore. Eddie chuckles beside him, also making a smore and immediately stuffing it into his mouth. Steve: "Gross, dude." Eddie just shrugs. "See, Eddie gets me. Smores are the best!" Dustin states and laughs. They pass around drinks and Steve hands one to Eddie. "Thanks". Steve notices "Hey, um you have some chocolate on your cheek…" Eddie turns his head to Steve "Hm? Where?" He tries to wipe it off with the back of his hand, but misses. "Here, let me." Steve reaches for Eddie's right cheek, softly swiping his thumb across it and gathering the chocolate from it - and proceeds to lick the chocolate from his thumb while looking Eddie directly in the eyes. Eddie blushes furiously. Thank God, Satan or whoever is out there, Dustin didn't see that. "Thank you..." Eddie almost whispers. He can't believe he lost his cool right in front of Steve Harrington. While Steve just smiles at him.

Evening turns into night and there is something eerie about the lake being so still, it almost feels unearthly. "Ghost story, ghost story!" some kid yells. "The legend of Phantom Lake!" says another.

Eddie holds a flashlight to his face, like you do when you tell a scary story, and starts in a deep, mysterious voice: "It was a dark and cold night at Phantom Lake… no clouds in the sky and the full moon reflecting brightly on the shallow water of the lake..." The kids are completely captured, eyes on Eddie, watching him as he theatrically describes what happened with the young lady who vanished right at this lake near the woods…

Eddie is a brilliant storyteller. Must be all his practice as a dungeon master, Steve thinks. Even he can't get these gremlins to sit still for a second, nevertheless listen to a story without interrupting. Eddie ends his story, whispering "...and sometimes on a night with a full moon, you can still hear her weeping softly…" The kids are absolutely impressed and so is Steve: "You're really great with these little rugrats, man. I wish I could make them sit so still sometimes. Gotta say, I'm a little jealous." Steve confesses. Eddie smiles at him: "Isn't that the best praise one can get by the most eligible babysitter Harrington himself!" he exclaims. Steve blushes a little "Yeah, well it's true." and looks at Eddie… the warm lights of the campfire dancing on his face, he looks so handsome, Steve feels his heart racing and he dares to take a glance at Eddie's mouth. "Steve…" Eddie whispers and Steve looks at him, Eddie's expression is soft and his dark brown eyes are gleaming… Steve wants nothing more than to kiss him right here and there… if they weren't sitting in the middle of almost forty children… he realizes, suddenly becoming very aware of his surroundings… he clears his throat. "Um, we should better get these kiddos to bed, it's almost midnight." Steve says, looking at his watch. Eddie seems disappointed for a brief moment, but gathers his usual cool back quickly. He stands up, claps his hands together and says loudly "Alright you little shits, off to your cabins now. And don't get any ideas about sneaking around or you'll be stuck with kitchen duty for a week!" The Hawkins gang just rolls their eyes at Eddie. "You don't make the rules!" Mike asserts. Eddie raises his hands to his head, sticks out his index finger on each hand to pretend they're horns and sticks his tongue out at the kids. Mike just groans, El and Dustin laugh and they start gathering their stuff.

They put away folding chairs and blankets and retreat to their cabins. Everyone except for Steve… and Eddie, who sits back down close to the campfire, which is still smoldering a little. "Aren't you tired yourself, Munson?" asks Steve. "Nah, I'm fine, besides, somebody has to look after the fire and make sure it's completely out. Never been camping before, Harrington?" he raises an eyebrow at Steve. "No, not really…" he says and sits down beside Eddie. "What are you doing?" Eddie wonders. "I thought you might want some company, that's all" Steve answers. Eddie smiles at him. "Sure!" They sit at the glowing campfire for about another hour and talk about just everything that comes to their minds. Laughing, joking around and sharing stories from high school… Steve feels very relaxed, talking to Eddie is so easy and so much fun…

CHAPTER 3

Eddie's POV

After supervising some activities with the kids they all go swimming in the lake and it's gloriously refreshing on this hot day. Eddie is on his way to the lake, he just got changed into his red swimming trunks and spread a good amount of waterproof sun lotion all over his upper body so his tattoos won’t take any sun damage.

From a distance he sees El and Will on top of this giant float that's shaped like a big red dragon and Mike and Dustin shaking it, trying to get them to fall off, while Max and Lucas are fighting with pool noodles, all of them laughing and having a great time.

As he’s walking up to the lake he notices Steve relaxing in an Adirondack chair facing the water, watching over the kids, like the observant babysitter that he is. He's wearing dark blue swimming trunks, a loose white t-shirt and black sunglasses. Eddie stands next to him, leaning down. Steve jumps a little, he probably hasn't seen him coming over, and takes his sunglasses off. "Munson!"

"Hey there, King Steve, you look like you could use a break. How about a game of chicken fight? You and Robin, me and Nancy, what do you say?" Eddie says, smirking provocatively. "Sure, if you're up for the challenge!” Steve answers, taking off his sunglasses and his t-shirt and leaves them on the chair. Eddie peeks a look at the muscular body of Hawkins High's former swim captain. He looks like something out of a wet dream… lots of dark chest hair and toned abs. Eddie tears his eyes from Steve and quickly gets into the water. Steve is right behind him. It's a little cold, but once he's chest deep and swimming, he's adjusting to the temperature. The water is not that deep, when he stands, it goes about up to his waist. He swims over to Nancy and Robin and asks them if they’re in. They both agree and so the four of them get ready.

“We will take you down, Munson! Team Stobin for the win!” Robin announces and points at them intensely, while already up on Steve’s shoulders. Steve just laughs and then gives Eddie a challenging look. Eddie just winks at him as he gets down so that Nancy can get onto his shoulders. She does and he stands up, holding onto her legs, keeping her steady. “Ooof!” She says as she balances herself out. “Alright, I’m ready!”

Now they’re facing each other, prepared to fight. “Okay, so two out of three. Let’s go, round one!” Steve shouts. Nancy and Robin grab each other’s hands in an attempt to push the other over and back into the lake while Eddie and Steve try their hardest not to let them fall and get knocked off their feet in the process.

Round one goes to “Team Stobin”, but in the second round Nancy really gets in there and knocks down Robin and Steve with a loud battle cry while Eddie cheers her on. “Stobin” crash into the water and come up again looking grumpy while declaring their revenge. Eddie is confident they can also win round 3, but then Steve looks at him, his big dark eyes watching him intensely and Eddie notices his flexed biceps and the way his chest is tensing… that he’s completely distracted and fails to notice when Nancy loses her balance in his shoulders – and they both plunge into the water…

Eddie comes up again, gasping for air, seeing Steve and Robin cheering and exchanging high fives and Nancy next to him catching her breath. “Alright, alright, the victory is yours, King Steve and Lady Robin! But don’t think we won’t have a rematch tomorrow!” Eddie warns them. “Right, Nance?” Nancy looks at him, her eyes sparkling with determination “Can’t wait.” she says.

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Next up on the schedule is the talent show, which will begin in a few hours. Eddie is on his way to the assembly hall where the counselors are currently building a small stage and setting up chairs for everyone. He steps inside and sees three people arguing loudly over at the makeshift backstage area.

Mike and Lucas are trying to negotiate themselves to get out of having to perform something for the talent show. Steve is standing in front of them with both hands on his hips again, as he manages the annoyed teens in front of him.

"Listen, I don't care if you think it's lame, Sinclair, everyone is participating, okay? So you and Wheeler just think of something, how hard can it be, you could just do another science experiment, like Dustin, for all I care!" Mike and Lucas both sigh very loudly and look frustrated, but they seem to have given up and Eddie hears them murmuring curses at Steve while they walk away. Eddie leans against the wall and crosses his arms. "You can boss me around like that anytime, Harrington." Eddie says with a shit eating grin. Steve turns around, noticing Eddie. He's blushing, but catches his cool again quickly and retorts: "Oh, you would like that too much, Munson, I'd be doing you a favor." and he WINKS at Eddie and walks away, leaving Eddie dumbfounded and with burning cheeks.

Later on, Eddie, Steve and Dustin are in Dustin’s cabin standing around the desk while Dustin is explaining something. “...and then it should light up!” Dustin ends. “I don’t get it.” Steve says frowning. Dustin sighs. “Have you been out of school for so long that you can’t even wrap your head around fundamental rules of electricity, Steve?” He begins to disassemble his experiment to show them once more. "Jesus Christ, this kid has got to get his ego checked!" Steve murmurs to Eddie. "It's his tone, right?” Eddie agrees. Dustin sighs even louder and more dramatically. “Again, so I have this potato and I’m gonna attach some wires to it….”

The talent show begins at 7 pm. All the kids are having a great time. They are doing dance routines, playing instruments, lip syncing to pop songs and showing off their other special talents: Dustin executes a science experiment which has the other kids in a totally captive gaze and they cheer when the lightbulb attached to the potato suddenly illuminates. Dustin turns and grins at Steve and Eddie, looking very pleased with himself. Steve gives him a thumbs up. Will performs a magic trick which seems a little bit too perfect… Eddie suspects El is behind the curtain, helping Will out a little with her superpowers. Max excels at an advanced skateboard trick and everyone is clapping for her. Mike and Lucas appear on stage and awkwardly reenact a scene from Star Wars.

As a special bonus act Eddie gets on stage with his guitar and he and Dustin perform an acoustic version of a rock song and the kids seem to enjoy it a lot, singing along at the top of their lungs.

CHAPTER 4

Steve's POV

After a refreshing early morning shower, Steve walks back from the camp showers to the cabin. As Steve comes into the cabin, Eddie is sitting at the desk writing or sketching something into a notepad. Probably working on this next DnD campaign, Steve thinks. "Morning…" Eddie looks up and turns around on his chair to greet him back: "Morning, Harrington!" and he puts one arm on the backrest.

Steve stops in his tracks as he notices that Eddie is wearing a washed out gray Metallica crop top with cut off sleeves. For a moment he lets his eyes wander over Eddie's slowly fading demobat scars, the small patch of dark hair on his lower stomach and besides the scars, he discovers a few freckles around Eddie's belly button.

"You're missing half your shirt there…" Steve observes, waving a hand in the direction of Eddie's stomach, which he can't seem to take his eyes off of. Eddie just grins. He gets up from the desk, walks a few steps up to Steve and leans forward. "So? What are you gonna do about it, big boy?" he says with a low voice as he gets all up in Steve's personal space.

Steve's just about had enough with this. Eddie is so close, he smells good and Steve just wants to kiss him so badly. Ever since their first meeting at the lake house when Eddie pushed him against the wall and threatened him with the sharp end of a broken beer bottle. Back then, Steve had to admit to himself that he found that kinda hot. At this point, he's pretty sure Eddie is coming at him and he's not being pranked. So he decides to indulge Eddie's provocative behavior for once and go along with it.

"I'm gonna kiss you, Munson, how does that sound?" Steve looks at Eddie's mouth and then back into his deep brown doe eyes. Eddie catches his gaze and answers "I would be disappointed if you didn't, Harrington." while sneakily sliding a hand onto Steve's chest and leaving it there.

Steve finally snaps and grabs Eddie’s waist with both hands and their mouths crash together. Eddie lets out a small noise of surprise at the force that Steve puts into the kiss, then he holds onto Steve's shoulders, turns them around and shoves him against the wall of their cabin. The desk rattles a little and a few pens roll onto the ground.

Steve's hands slide upwards slowly onto Eddie's sides and his stomach. The lack of t-shirt and therefore sudden skin on skin contact makes Eddie gasp softly between the wet kisses they're exchanging. Then Eddie starts sucking and biting at Steve’s neck, which makes Steve’s knees go weak. Eddie goes in for another kiss. This time open mouthed and with tongue.

Steve caresses up and down his sides and his lower back while biting Eddie's lower lip a little. A low rumble forms in Eddie's throat and he tries to suppress a moan, unsuccessfully as it turns out, because Steve breaks their kiss and looks at him with dark eyes… checking in with Eddie if he wants to go further… giving him a chance to stop…

Eddie understands the look Steve is giving him and answers by carefully but firmly grabbing Steve's right wrist and pinning his arm against the wall… All while looking deep into Steve's eyes and then going in for another fierce kiss. Steve feels really good being cornered by Eddie like this. Having him take control. And he sighs extensively as Eddie puts one leg between his. Eddie pushes his hips experimentally against Steve to create some friction and Steve moans. Eddie’s right hand is about to descend lower on Steve’s waist when – BAM!

With a loud bang, the cabin door swings open and crashes against the wall. They both flinch at the sound, breaking their kiss. Dustin marches into the cabin with a shocked face, yelling “Steeeeve! Max said you and Eddie are –” He stops and stares at them with wide eyes. Eddie still has his knee in Steve’s crotch and Steve has one hand inside Eddie’s waistband. They’re both flushed from making out and Steve has a bright red hickey on his neck. “MY EYES, MY EYES!!” Dustin shouts very high pitched and immediately covers his face with both hands. “Max was right, I can’t believe this!” Steve and Eddie move apart and Steve gathers himself for an explanation.

“Dustin –” but Dustin interrupts him, taking his hands off his face and turning to Eddie: “Does this mean the end of Hellfire Club? Because if you ditch us for Steve, like Mike ditched us for El…” He looks desperate. Steve can't deal with Dustin’s demanding puppy dog eyes and Eddie also seems like he’s quickly trying to think of something to calm him down. “Of course not, Dustin! We still have a campaign to finish and Will has already prepared the next one with him as the DM, I can’t wait to see what Will The Wise comes up with!” Dustin relaxes noticeably. Steve is relieved and adds: “And maybe I’ll even join the next time, who knows.”

Dustin and Eddie promptly stare at him. “YOU wanna play DnD??” Eddie asks, surprised. “I mean, why not, it seems easy, you just roll some dice and add or subtract points, right? How hard can it be?” Steve tells them while waving around his hands. Dustin snorts outraged and crosses his arms. Eddie puts one hand on Steve’s shoulder, looking amused and frustrated at the same time. “Steve, you have NO idea.” Steve just shrugs, putting one hand around Eddie’s waist. Dustin notices it and tenses a little again.

Eddie looks at him: “Hey buddy, please don’t tell anyone, alright? We’ll tell them when we’re ready, okay?” He says. Dustin un-crosses his arms and answers: “Obviously. You can trust me. Though you might wanna stop flirting so obviously, if you don’t want people to know yet. You’re not doing a very good job. Max is onto you.” He points at them, looking very seriously. “Breakfast is in 5, so you might wanna cover that huge hickey beforehand, Steve!” he says while exiting the cabin.

CHAPTER 5

Eddie's POV

The thunderstorm hit Camp Phantom Lake by surprise around 8 pm. It had been cloudy all day, but no signs of a storm this heavy. Nancy, Robin, Eddie, Steve and the other counselors went around the campsite, sending the kids to the assembly hall for shelter until the storm was over. Lightning flashed every few minutes and it was raining hard. Thunder was heard almost immediately afterwards, so the storm was pretty close already and the sky was completely dark with storm clouds.

After gathering all the children, they were back in the hall. Nancy had her clipboard in hand and took attendance. “... Sinclair, Thompson, Wheeler, Williams,... I’m counting only 38. We’re missing someone.” she whispers to Eddie, Steve and Robin next to her, not wanting to alarm the kids, when – “Hey, where the hell is Dustin?” Mike calls out from the big flock of kids cowering in the middle of the assembly hall, all drenched by the rain and trembling a little. The Hawkins kids Will, Mike, El, Max and Lucas run up to the counselors.

Nancy checks her index of camp attendees and says “Henderson is missing... Everyone else is accounted for.” She turns to look at the group of friends. “Do you guys remember when you last saw him?” They all look at each other, thinking. “I think I watched him dragging a cart with his radio equipment into the woods.” Max said. “Right! I remember him blabbing about Suzie and how he was gonna contact her later today!” Lucas added. “There’s this hill nearby, he said the reception might be better there…”

Eddie and Steve exchange concerned looks. “Alright, we better go look for him asap and get him to safety. This storm is really something else.” Steve says with a determined voice, hands on his hips like always, turning to Eddie. “You coming with me, Munson?” Eddie straightens his back and crosses his arms. “That you even have to ask…” he answers. Steve gives him a small crooked smile.

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Lucas gives them rough directions on which way they can get to the hill while Eddie and Steve equip themselves with flashlights and a compass. And so they start their search. It’s gotten pretty dark out and the rain was still coming down heavily. They yell out for Dustin every few minutes

After about an hour of searching in the dark and checking everything that could be a sign from Dustin, that he was maybe on his way back to the camp, Steve starts to get really agitated and worried. Eddie takes his hand, squeezes it assuringly. When he notices that Steve doesn’t pull his hand back, he just intertwines their fingers and keeps holding his hand...

“Hey… we’re gonna find him, okay? We will!” Eddie presses his hand again. He tries to catch Steve’s view. Steve finally looks at Eddie, his expression is still anxious, but he seems a bit less tense. “Yeah… thank you.” he murmurs. They walk hand in hand like this for a while. Despite the situation they’re in, Eddie can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach… He’s holding Steve’s hand!

Steve calls out again: “DUSTIN!! Where are you, man?” Joining him, Eddie shouts: “HEEY DUSTIN!” and he could have sworn he heard something in the distance. “Did you hear that, too?” Eddie asks. “I think so, yeah.. coming from… somewhere north-west from here, right?” Steve replies, glancing down at the compass in his hand. “Let’s check it out! …DUUUSTIN!” Eddie hollers once more. They pick up their pace now, running into the direction, they hear the voice coming from…

A small figure takes shape in front of them as they get closer. Holding their flashlights onto that shape, they now recognize Dustin, cowering next to a huge boulder formation, similar to Skull Rock, but it didn’t give him enough shelter, he was still soaked, same as his equipment in his cart beside him. Dustin’s face lights up when he sees them. “GUYS! You found me!” He stands up and rushes towards Steve and Eddie, hugging both of them at the same time. “Jeez, you scared us big time, man…” Eddie exclaims, feeling very relieved and gives Dustin an extra squeeze before they break apart.

“What exactly happened?” Steve wants to know as he pats Dustin’s head and dishevels his hair affectionately. Dustin exhales and begins explaining that he was talking to Suzie via his radio station when the storm surprised him. “So I started putting all my stuff back in the cart, but when I was on my way back I got disoriented, because I didn’t have a flashlight or compass with me.” he tells them. “Then I decided to stay here and wait out the storm…”

“You made the right call. Better than running around in this storm and getting even more lost.” Steve affirms. Dustin shrugs and looks at his cart. “All my equipment is probably ruined now…” he says with a sad face. “Time you finally get your girls’ phone number, don’t you think?” Eddie remarks, chuckling. “It’s not that simple, Eddie.” Dustin explains. “Her dad’s really religious and he doesn’t know we’re dating! Suzie is not allowed to date anyone. If we use the phone, her dad could trace the call back to me and she could really get in trouble.” He seems upset about this… He really likes this girl… so Eddie tries to cheer him up. He puts a hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “Let’s get you back to camp and I’ll help you sort through your stuff and see what needs repair, okay? Maybe it’s not too bad and you can try to contact Suzie again soon.” Looking a little less desperate, Dustin smiles and agrees. “Okay, thanks, Eddie.” “It’s gonna be alright, Dustin.” Steve assures him.

The three of them start walking back to camp, Steve pulling the cart and Eddie leading the way with Dustin beside him, who now has the compass and Steve’s flashlight in hand. Luckily, the thunderstorm turns into just rain at that point and they find their way back easily. An hour and a half later, the Hawkins gang is reunited again, pulling Dustin into a group hug. The counselors bring all the kids back to their cabins and then turn in for the night themselves.

Steve and Eddie head back to their cabin. Still a little distressed from the anxiety of searching for Dustin, not knowing when and how they would find him, they silently change out of their wet clothes and put on their pajamas. Eddie tries to dry off his long hair the best he can with a towel while Steve sits down on his own bed, his hair wet and disheveled, like he doesn’t have any energy left to care about it.

Once done with his hair, Eddie sits down closely next to Steve, who still seems a bit anxious, elbows on his knees, head in his hands… Eddie doesn’t know what to do, he stares at the floor… He wants to say something soothing, to make his friend calm down. But his brain is so occupied with the stress from the search, the thunderstorm and the roaring butterflies in his stomach, that he – “I like you!” Eddie blurts out. His heart now violently beating in his chest. His eyes are still fixated on the floor… too scared to look up, too anxious he’ll be rejected. He breathes in slowly. Then he carefully lifts his head to glance over to Steve.

Steve is already looking at Eddie with his dark gleaming eyes, smiling softly and Eddie feels a shift in the energy… The tension feels relieved and now there’s something else… Steve takes Eddie’s face in both hands, smiles softly at him and says “I like you, too, Eddie. Have for a long time now.” And he pulls Eddie into a heartfelt kiss and all the leftover pressure falls off of them both. Eddie feels like he’s floating.

“How long?” Eddie whispers. “Pretty much since we officially met for the first time at the boat house… Went through a little bit of a bi panic back then, but I realized I had a serious crush on you.” Steve answers and blushes slightly. “Aww, I was your queer awakening? That is so sweet!” Eddie giggles and Steve gives him a shove in response. “Don’t let it get to your head.” He stops but there’s clearly something still on his mind… He looks at Eddie and asks: “So… we’re official?” Eddie smiles brightly at him and replies: “I’m all yours, Steve, you won’t get rid of me now, sweetheart!”

And he puts his arms around Steve and kisses him again. They make out softly for a while and then lay down in Steve’s bed, so tired and exhausted from everything that happened today… Steve puts the blanket over them both and Eddie falls asleep while Steve strokes his hair and spoons him…

CHAPTER 6 Epilogue

Eddie's POV

It's their second to last day at camp and Eddie is currently at the outdoor arts & crafts area teaching the kids how to screenprint. They created the design themselves: a picture of the lake, some pine trees and the year 1986 beneath it, and now they're printing their own t-shirts. Right now it's Eleven's turn to print the blue t-shirt she picked out. "Okay and now pour some of the paint on it and spread it evenly, like this... There you go, good job, supergirl!" Eddie encourages her as she beams at him and holds her finished Camp Phantom Lake t-shirt up. She turns to her friends to show them the finished print.

Eddie notices Steve walking over to them, he looks serious, Eddie can't quite read his expression. "Hey, can I talk to you, this'll only take a second... Um… Over here." Steve tells him. Eddie puts the printing tool down. "Sure, where are we going?" Eddie asks while they walk. Steve doesn't answer. He leads Eddie behind the next cabin, which is close to the woods and out of sight from the kids. Now Eddie really wants to know what's going on.

He turns to around: "Steve, what's – Hhhmm!!" but Steve had already grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into a kiss, sliding one hand into Eddie's hair and placing the other gently on his lower back. Immediately Eddie's whole body seems to turn into butter. He throws his arms around his boyfriend and kisses him back enthusiastically. Steve’s a really great kisser. He kisses firmly and determined, he likes to nibble at Eddie's lower lip and then licks over it. Eddie loves it, he’s practically melting in his arms.

After making out for a few minutes, they break apart slowly, gazing into each other's eyes, their faces flushed and lips dark pink… Eddie speaks first, his voice deep and soft: "That was a nice surprise, angel." Steve smiles at him and lays his head softly on the shoulder of his slightly taller boyfriend. "You looked so smart and hard working over there, I just wanted to kiss you…" Steve whispers into Eddie's collarbone. "Well, flattery works with me, sooo…" Eddie says, grinning, his head is still swimming from making out. “If you would have told me 2 years ago in high school, I would be dating Steve “The hair” Harrington, recurring prom king and Hawkins High's swim captain, I would’ve flipped you off and declared you insane.” Eddie states with a laugh. Steve gives him a big endearing smile, eyes soft and he counters: “I can’t believe I’ve fallen for this weird, handsome freak who listens to loud screaming music and plays a fantasy game!” Eddie grins back as he reaches up to lift Steve’s chin and then kisses him softly.

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