Hide Your Dick > C.S.
DomChris Sturniolo x SubFemale Reader
warnings: swearing, pet names, cut off smut, making out
summary: Chris wanted to film them cooking some burgers at home since you normally get take out. but while filming, you stand behind the camera and you see something in Chris's pants...
authors note: this whole story is fictional! please keep in mind! use of Y/n. short.
Y/n's POV:
We were in the middle of filming. Chris decided he wanted to learn how to cook, specifically burgers, and film his and his brothers experience. I never liked being on camera, but if Chris was having a bad day and they were filming, I'd join them to try to bring up his mood, which happened when I was around.
"get me my eggs.. you over there." Chris says, clearly joking. they start laughing. "ooh" Nick oohs. "get me my eggs." Chris repeats. they laugh again.
"you're on eggs, you're on spices, get goin'" Chris demands. "okay, hold on, what spices and how many eggs-" Matt says, but I tune him out when I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look down at Chris's pants.
my jaw drops and my eye widen. I hold back my laughter. I cover my mouth and turn away. Chris wasn't wearing any boxers. Chris notices me and gives me a confused look. "Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" he says laughing. "nothing, nothing. I just... uh. its nothing." I say, smiling, my face a little red.
"okay, girl.." Nick says, then they go back to arguing. "stop going like this" Nick says, basically attacking Chris. making it swing a little. "get a tablespoon." "okay." Chris looks at me and I make a motion, letting him know to come over to me.
he stands in front of me. "yeah, Ma?" he says quietly. "Chris." I whisper sternly. his face turns a little pale. "yeah, ma..?" I don't say anything for a moment. "hide your dick." I whisper, then I push his chest with a smile. I see the color go back to his face, he's blushing.
"I'll be in your room." I say to Chris, walking away and down the stairs. I lay in his bed, scrolling on TikTok. my whole fyp is just edits of Chris, which I don't mind. I hear them laughing upstairs.
when I hear them filming their outro, I go to the bathroom and close the door, not locking it. I sit on the counter of the sink, waiting for Chris to come downstairs. a few minutes later, I hear him. "Y/n? ma?" he calls out from his room.
he walks into the bathroom. "wow, Chris, thanks for the privacy." I say sarcastically. "sorry, ma." he says with a smirk on his face. his stand in between my legs and his hands on my waist. "so, what were you thinking when you decided no boxers? hm?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"just how hot you look on top of me, riding my dick." he says in a seductive tone. "oh, really?" I say, our lips brushes against each other. "mhm." Chris hums before kissing me softly on the lips. his tongue swipes across my lips, asking for entrance. I keep my mouth closed.
his hand slides to the hem of my shirt. his hand goes under my shirt and up to my bra, massaging my breast. I gasp, he quickly slips his tongue in my mouth, immediately taking dominance. he slides his hand under my bra and massages my nipple. I whimper at the contact.
I feel him smirk against my lips, he slowly pulls up my shirt, we separate our lips for for a second then go right back. Chris's lips trail down my jawline, then my neck. my fingers find his hair. his lips start to trail down to my breasts when we hear knocking on his bedroom door.
Chris rolls his eyes and walks to the door, I put my shirt back on. he opens the door to Nick. "Y/n, Madi is coming over. get your stuff, we're having a sleepover." I smile. "okay, I'll be up in a few." Nick leaves. "next time, Chris. hide your dick." I say, grabbing my blanket and Chris's blue fresh love hoodie.
"Chris girls are gonna go wild, sweetheart. good luck with that." I wink before leaving. "love you!"
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Eddie only gets told snippets of everyone else's Upside Down experiences after Vecna, like, the sanitized version. The story told by each person but omitting the most personally traumatizing parts. Which means he doesn't know much about Steve and Robin Versus The Russians. Not in its full, gory detail.
So he doesn't think anything of it when Steve has a day off and wants to hang out, just asks if he minds coming with him to Indianapolis. Steve says yes immediately because he just doesn't want to spend another day alone in his big empty house, even if it means several hours in Eddie's deathtrap of a vehicle.
But then they get there and Eddie is parking outside a tattoo parlor and saying he got a last minute booking with his favorite artist and that he's so excited to cover some of the scars he has from the bats and Steve can barely hear him over the fuzziness that seems to be filling his entire brain.
He lets Eddie guide him into the shop, watches Eddie and the tattooist make small talk, follows Eddie to the table, sits on the stool next to him, and tries to look anywhere but at the tattoo gun.
Eddie doesn't notice at first, too jazzed about the idea he and the artist have come up with, blabbering about how he can finally take his shirt off at the lake again. It's not until the line work is done that he realizes Steve's breathing has gone shallow.
He asks the artist if they can take a smoke break before filling the tattoo in with color, and he gently takes Steve's hand and pulls him out back to ask what's wrong. Steve's too deep into a panic attack to answer, so Eddie just puts Steve on the side opposite his new work and pulls him in close, squeezing him as tight as he can and just gently shushing him, running his hand through Steve's hair.
After a few minutes, Steve's breathing easier, and Eddie asks him again if he's okay.
"I'm fine, I just... I hate needles. Ever since the Russians drugged me and Robin. Can't be around them."
Eddie frowns, realizing this must be one of the parts of the story he knows they were keeping from him. "Why did Russians drug you?"
Steve sighs, pulls out of Eddie's grasp, and sits on the ground against the back wall of the tattoo shop. "Dustin picked up a Russian transmission, summer of '85. We translated it, found their secret base under the mall, and realized they were opening the Gate back up. But then we were seen, and to buy time, Robin and I let ourselves get caught so Erica and Dustin could escape and get help."
Eddie sits next to Steve, their knees bumping. "Erica Sinclair? God, that kid really is the most badass of all of us."
"Yeah," Steve laughs. "Anyway, the Russians beat the shit out of me, asking who do you work for and shit like that. Didn't believe me when I said Scoops Ahoy. So they brought in this Doctor and he drugged me and Robin to get us to talk. Just straight up jammed a big ass needle full of mystery drugs into my neck. Ever since then, needles freak me the fuck out. They had to strap me down in the hospital just to get an IV in me when Robin insisted I get the bat bites checked out."
Eddie runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Steve. I never would've brought you here with me if I knew."
"I know," Steve says quietly. "'S'not your fault. I'm trying to get better at being open about things like this but it's just..."
"Hard. Yeah. I wake up screaming most nights, and I can tell Wayne feels bad because he doesn't know what to do. Because he doesn't know what's causing it."
"Yeah," Steve sighs.
They sit quietly out there for another ten minutes before the tattooist comes back out to see if Eddie wants to keep going, and he glances at Steve, sees the way he's gone pale and rigid, and shakes his head. "Sorry, man, think we're gonna have to pick this up another time."
Eddie stands, grabs Steve's hand and hauls him to his feet, and walks inside, never once letting go of Steve. He sets an appointment for a few weeks from now, on a day he knows Steve is working, and they leave the shop.
The second they're in the car, Eddie sees the color returning to Steve's face, and he drives aimlessly through the city, finally stopping at a combination bookstore/cafe.
"Come on then, big boy," he says with a teasing grin. "I do believe I promised to teach you about Hobbits."
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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YEAH........... YEAH..... LIKEWISE, NO NOTES AT ALL, THAT'S EXACTLY IT... Main antagonist deaths are often treated as "comeuppance," but that would be the ultimate comeuppance for Aoki. As it stands, the only people who actually suffer for it are Ichiban and Jo, and Ichi didn't even do anything wrong. Also please I'm positive there's more to wring out of Aoki and Jo for an essay 😭😭at the very least, I always love to hear your perspective!
"he'd made a social circle for himself where people predominantly liked him for the power and influence" <- incredibly Mine-core of Aoki btw (I also feel the rest applies a little in terms of Mine probably being very quick to write off people who Do care about him as not caring about him, as with Katase, but it's nowhere near the extent of the Arakawas)
Wait actually it's kind of funny... for both Mine and Aoki, I was so sure their endings would go a certain way. Mine and Kiryu'd fight Richardson off together and Ichi'd, I don't know, shield Aoki or hug him so Kume couldn't get to him in the first place, or after that INSANE direct parallel to Arakawa running to the hospital with Masato, he'd miraculously pull through like he did on New Year's. Tormented with visions of the better timeline... With Aoki in particular, it makes me want to tear my hair out because the moment of him choosing to put the gun in the locker was REVOLUTIONARY for the series, looking at the characters he was most heavily based on.
Anyway. Bottom line. These bitches need to hug it out. It was so evil Arakawa didn't hug Ichi at Omi HQ or on the waterfront like bro stop being """manly""" for five seconds you're ruining my life you're ruining your own lives
There'd genuinely be nothing more painful yet more satisfying for an antagonist than being confronted with the consequences of their actions and having to navigate life after having making those decisions, ESPECIALLY when it comes to mending the bonds that- for anyone else- would have shattered long ago. With Aoki being motivated by the want to be loved and appreciated for himself, it would've been nice to see him finally acknowledge that he did have that love and start to better himself as a result (however much he'd be able to while in prison anyway lmao).
The Mine and Aoki comparisons are so real though, I remember joking to myself about it days after beating the game but it just fuels my mental illness every time I think about it ☠️ I LEGALLY AM NOT ALLOWED TO GO OFF ABOUT THE Y7 ENDING I'VE DONE IT TOO MUCH it makes me so mad every time I think about it 😭 ESPECIALLY THE PARALLELS WITH ARAKAWA AND THE LOCKERS UGGGHHH IT COULD HAVE BEEN SUCH AN EPIC CONCLUSION WITH THAT... Arakawa running from the lockers at the start of Aoki's life compared to Ichiban running from the lockers and getting Aoki to the hospital so Aoki can restart life I'm Going To Kill Someone (myself) (in Minecraft)
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