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itsmealaiah · 2 months

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Sweet like candy

TW: fingering, pussy eating, degradation, dom! bill, profanity, cuddling, AFAB reader, dirty talk, begging

Request: 2011 bill x female reader. Bill and yn are relaxing together listening to music untill Outside by the weeknd plays , the air grows thick as bill basically wye bucks her (dom bill, eating out)

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 0.7k

You and bill were lying on the couch, wrapped in each other's embraces, listening to the soft jazz music playing in the background. You had gotten the day off from your job, and bill did the same, missing practice to be with you. You both had spent the day just lounging around, enjoying each other's presences, sharing kisses and hugs constantly. It had been a perfect day, just like how you imagined. No worries, no anger, and no frustration.

Just you and bill, happily entangled with one another.

That was, until a song began to play. A mellow tune at first, but once you really listened to it, it grew more dirty and made your cheeks flush a dark red.

"I-i can go and change this if you want me to, bill" you stuttered anxiously, beginning to get up regardless of what bill said.

You rose to your feet, breaking the contact, but bill stopped you, gently tugging on your wrist.

"I think it's nice, why don't we keep it on?" He asked, gazing at you with his dark brown eyes, almost pleading.

"okay" you agreed, sitting back down, and letting his arms wrap around your chest, and you nuzzled your head into his neck. "mm" you moaned lowly, snaking your arms around his waist.

The song had made things a little awkward now, however. It was a sensual song, that was for sure, and killed the vibe you previously had going, just a carefree mood and replaced it with lust.

You felt bill's hand slowly dip into the waistband of your shorts, as if he was trying to make sure you didn't know what he was doing.

"Bill..." you trailed off, and he stopped. "yes baby?" he asked huskily. "what're you doing?" you questioned, his fingers now halted on your clothing.

"shh, just let me make you feel good" he kissed your lips, and you gasped, allowing his tongue to slide in, mixing with yours. You whimpered into his mouth, his hands now grasping your hips, sliding down your clothing.

"Good girl" he whispered breathlessly into the kiss, breaking it so he could slide your underwear off. He flipped you both over so he lay on top, and kissed your neck, finding the sweet spot that had your toes curling.

His tongue swiped against your skin after leaving a mark, soothing the new sensation.

He kissed down your chest, trailing open mouthed kisses down your body, and eventually reached your awaiting heat.

"mm, look at this pretty little pussy" he groaned, quickly darting a kiss on your thigh, making your body jerk up and your back to arch.

"sensitive, are we?" he chuckled, and placed a kiss above your clit.

You whined, frustrated that he was teasing you, not giving you any real pleasure.

He spread your folds slowly, examining how wet you were, and licked a stripe up from you, collecting your arousal on his tongue. "Did my baby get wet just from my words? That's so cute"

His hands were holding your thighs down as he began to kitten lick your throbbing pussy, his tongue finding your clit in a matter of seconds. He swiped his tongue against it, letting out a dark laugh when he saw how crazy it made you.

"Billy!" your hands tugged at his hair, a sharp hiss coming from his mouth, stopping his ministrations on your sensitive flesh to pull them away. He grinned wickedly, letting you see his face in the dim light, his features exquisite before his mouth returned to where you needed him the most.

He swirled his tongue around your bud, teasing your gushing hole with one of his fingers before sliding it in, guiding it in and out of you, combining the sensations.

"Right there!" you whimpered, feeling him press another digit to your pussy, driving you insane.

"That's my girl"

You felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, and he felt this, speeding up his actions on your flesh. Your hips jerked up and you closed your legs around his head, almost cutting off his oxygen.

He moaned into your core, tearing his fingers away so he could spread your legs and let him breathe.

He smiled at you before sliding his tongue up and down your swollen flesh, turning his head from side to side, slurping up your juices.

"Cumming!" you screeched. "do it baby, c'mon, wanna see you cum all over my face"

You felt your eyes roll back as you came, the thick liquid seeping from your hole, allowing him to dip his head just a little and collect all your cum.

He lifted his head up from your pussy, and shucked off his sweatpants, leaving you to whimper.

"What baby? you thought I was done? silly girl"

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anothersadsimp · 3 years

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Danny Torrance x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Requested by: @illyrian-fire-cracker

Request: Hello!! I really like your writings!! You’re so talented! Can I please request a fluffy Danny Torrance piece if you don’t mind. It can be about Danny sharing his past with the reader and the reader comforting him and assuring him she wouldn’t leave him. Th am you so much!!!

Words: Almost 2k

Warnings: Hurt/ comfort things, so hold something

It didn’t take a psychic to know Dan Torrance has gone through some messed up shit. The second he came into town you could tell that he was not okay, and Billy having been there before helping him out. Of course Billy dragged you into helping the stranger, reminding you that at one point you were just as lost as him. He had opened up to Billy about his drinking problem fairly quickly, and started going to AA meetings with him. From there he was able to find a job and slowly started fitting into the small town life.

It took awhile for him to start really trusting you the same way he did with Billy. You didn’t mind it, knowing that in due time he’d slow open up. You yourself hadn’t opened up about your past too much either, so you understood where he was coming from.

It wasn’t until one night he had another nightmare, a bad one where he would need Billy to help ground him. He went down the stairs to knock on the door and was surprised to see you open up. You look up with sleepy eyes, but judging by the background you weren't asleep yet.

“Sorry, was looking for Billy.” He mumbled.

He looked bad. You could see the multiple levels of tiredness just in the way he stands there. There's a desperate, but sad look in his eyes that shows just how lonely he feels. You know that look too well, it's one you’ve sported on more than one occasion. It’s the look someone gets when they feel helplessly low, and they don’t have anywhere to go.

“Billy's out of town for the night, I’m watching his place for him.” You explain.

Dan nods, “Ok, sorry to bother you.” He starts to turn away before you stop him.

“Wait,” you sigh and he turns back to look at you. You step to the side and open the door wider as a silent invitation to come in. His lips twitch up in a pitiful smile for a second before he decides to walk in. You shut the door behind him before walking to your kitchen for 2 glasses of water.

You walk back to see him sitting on your sofa and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of it. You take a seat silently next to him, curling your legs up on the sofa facing him.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You question, not wanting to push him to share anything he doesn't want. He looks at you brows furrowed and head tilted, confused at your question. “You just look like you have a lot on your mind.”

“You could say that.” He halfheartedly jokes.

You give him a sympathetic smile, “Wanna talk about it?”

You can see the internal debate he is having about opening up to you, especially since you both don’t know each other that well yet.

“You don’t have to, it's just I know what it's like when there's a lot on your mind and no one to ground you. Just whenever you want or feel ready, I’ll be here to listen.” You smile, hoping that it eases him.

He looks up at you as you speak, and watches him visibly relax a little more. He thanks you for your offer and a small smile appears on his handsome, scruffy face.

“How about we just watch some tv? To get your mind to settle?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” He said softly.

Not long after turning the tv on Dan had fallen asleep on the sofa. You smiled, happy you were able to put him at ease, at least enough for him to fall asleep. You get up to grab a blanket and drape it over him gently so he won’t wake up. After making sure he was covered you moved to head to sleep yourself.

That night had made Dan realize you knew what you were doing when someone was in a crisis. Whether it be your own or other peoples crisis you dealt with, he felt like he could go to you again easily. You had managed to calm and ground him after a restless night of haunted memories, which was hard for him. Usually he’d spiral down, drink until it was not on his mind as much. Of course that was before he met Billy, and got help.

He found that when he had bad nights, he’d go to you now. He’d always apologize, even if he had nothing to be sorry for, and tell you how well you had calmed him down that first night. You smiled at that, a light blush coming up to your cheeks.

It was about a month later, a bad storm had been raging outside your little apartment. You were curled up on your sofa enjoying a calming cup of chamomile tea, listening to the wind and thunder. Soft fairy lights that lined your walls were turned on giving your small apartment a cozy feel that always relaxed you. That was until a soft knock came from your door, and you jumped not quite expecting it.

You set your mug down and padded over to the door, taking a quick look through the peephole at who it was. The second you recognized Dan’s figure you scrambled to unlock the door, and rip it open. Once it was you look at Dan with wide worried eyes. His nose was red from the cold, and he was soaked to the bone from the rain. You could see dark circles around his eyes, and they were red as if he were crying.

“Danny!” You grab his sweater sleeve pulling him inside into the warm air that surrounded you. After you secured the door back you told him to wait there as you ran to grab some towels for him to dry off. When you come back you wrap him up with about 3 different towels, and rub his arms to try and bring some warmth back.

“Hang on, I have some clothes that might actually fit you.” You stumble out. You rushed back to your room grabbing your favorite large sweatshirt and some too big of sweatpants that you owned. You set them on the bathroom counter for him before running to go grab him.

When you get back your heart aches a bit at how cold and defeated he looks. You slowly approach him and grab one of his hands starting to lead him. He quickly toes off his shoes, not wanting to track even more water into your home, and follows you like a small child.

“Get changed, I’ll make you a cup of tea. Okay?” You say softly.

He nods and gives a broken “okay” in response. You lightly shut the bathroom door before moving to your kitchen to make him some tea. When he comes out you motion for him to sit on your couch, you following behind him with a steaming mug. You place it in front of him on the small coffee table you have and sit down next to him. You don’t say anything knowing he’d say something when he is ready.

“I-” He breaths, his voice rough, “I’ve just been having a bad night, and it won’t stop.”

“Okay, what can I do?” You ask softly.

“I think I’m ready.” He has tears lining his eyes again. “I’m ready to talk about what happened. I need help.”

His choked words make your chest ache, and you reach a hand out to gently place it on his arm. You move your hand to rub up and down soothingly hoping to comfort him.

“Danny you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you do I’m here.” You reassure.

“I am.” He nods, slight determination in his eyes.

He starts telling you about his past. How he has always seen things, and how his father tried to kill him and his mother. He talks about how he still sees things that followed him from the Overlook, and how he has this thing called “the shining”. Every word out of his mouth weighs heavy in the air. You knew he had a troubled past but this was a lot. Your hand on his arm stopped moving, you’re thumb now rubbing gently.

When he stops talking you whisper his name, not knowing quite what to do or say. You regain your composer and scooch closer. Your hand reaches up to his face to get him to make eye contact with you, even though he wants to avoid it.

“Hey,” You get his attention, thumb now wiping stray tears away, “What do you need right now? What can I do?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know” He breaks.

You quickly wrap him up in your arms pulling him into you. His arms automatically wrap around your waist, hands tightly scrunching around the back of your shirt. His head is in between your chest and your neck, wet tears starting to soak your shirt. Your hands run through his hair and down his back trying to sooth and ground him. You whisper sweet nothings as you nuzzle your head into his all while trying to wrap your body around his. You hoped that your weight and tight grip on him would help him calm down, even if it took forever you refused to let up.

It took a minute for him to fully calm down, breathing back to taking slow deep breaths. His hands are now loosely resting on your back, still holding you to him only not as tight. You keep messing with his soft, thick hair as he comes back down. You press a light kiss to his forehead before pulling back a little bit.

“Do you wanna stay tonight?” You whisper, placing yet another soft kiss into his hair.

“Please” He begs in a soft whisper.

“Of course.” You whisper.

You start to get up off of the sofa and stand in front of him with your hand out. He looks up his hand hesitantly reaching for yours. Once his hand falls into yours you give him a soft smile.

“Come on.” You nod your head, starting to lightly pull him up off the couch.

For the second time that night you lead him through your apartment, but this time reaching your bedroom. You tell him to go lay down while you turn the fairy lights in the other room off. He looks anxious for a moment, but relaxes as he watches you walk back into your room. You then walk to your closet to grab a bulky blanket. You plop the blanket onto the bed and that's when he realizes it's a weighted blanket.

“Helps comfort me.” You smile while adjusting it over him.

His heart melts at how thoughtful you really are as you crawl in next to him. You lay down facing him one of your hands coming up to the top of his head to play with his hair again. Your other hand then slides up to hold one of his that rests on his stomach. He sighs at the feeling, slowly melting into your touch. His breathing slows and evens out as he finally falls asleep peacefully for the first time in years.

#Danny Torrance #danny torrance x reader #Ewan McGregor imagine #ewan mcgregor x reader #doctor sleep #doctor sleep imagine #doctor sleep fluff #dan torrance #dan torrance imagine #dan torrance x reader

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ushijimas-koibito · 4 years

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a morning with toshi

sunday - august 30, 2020 - 04:36

listening: ocean eyes by billie eilish; you were good to me by jeremy zucker; you’re somebody else by flora cash; dreams by bazzi; back to you by selena gomez; if the world was ending by jp saxe

setting: early morning, toshi’s apartment

synopsis: a quiet, rare morning you wake up before him; lucky you

the cool air of the morning wakes you as you curl your knees up toward your chest. you open a sleepy eye and see that he is hogging the covers again. one of his many subtle quirks- he tends to swaddle himself in his sleep when he is stressed. a shiver runs through you; he always keeps his apartment so cold. it wouldn’t be so bad if he’d share all that warmth he was holding in. his skin was always burning up; blood pumping quickly to power the great machine that was ushijima wakatoshi. even cuddled up in his blanket cocoon, he took up most of the mattress; he had to lay diagonally to fit. you sat up and looked around the apartment washed in the blue light of an early morning. you stretched your arms and adjusted your socks so that the toes were right side up as well as the collar of his massive t-shirt that practically hung off you. you scooped your long wavy hair up and let it loose to spill over your shoulders and down your back, tickling your neck. you leaned over his massive shoulder and saw his tendons in his hands tighten curling the blanket under his strong jaw. his eyebrows were furrowed, pinching the space above the bridge of his nose. you gingerly raised your hand to smooth out his worried lines with the soft tips of your fingers. as soon as you touched him, his whole body relaxed. his shoulders dropped and his hand released the blankets. you gently tucked your feet under the blanket and used your other hand to softly pull the corner wrapped under his big shoulders; with a deep groan, he rolled onto his back and faced you- sound asleep. his big chest rose as he took in a deep breath. you continued to smooth out the lines on his face as you stole back your portion of the duvet, which was now warm with the heat of his body. you softly pushed his hair back and studied his face and traced your fingers over his cheek and down his neck to his collarbone. he stiffened slightly and then melted, his head lulled to the side in total relaxation. you traced your nails and the back of your fingers back and forth across his chest, leaving little goosebumps across his skin. you smile softly as you hear his snores get a little louder. you look over at the clock and see it’s about half an hour before his alarm goes off. you sigh and accept that it is time to start the day. you tuck him in and roll onto your knees. your hair cascades over your shoulder and you feel the air against your exposed neck. you lean down and place a small kiss on his forehead as you lightly brush his hair from his face. he inhales deeply as you pull away to stand up. suddenly you feel a large calloused hand wrap around your thigh, “not so fast,” he mutters in a sleepy deep voice, “i was enjoying that.” he pulls you down onto the bed wrapping his arms around your waist and plopping your hand on top of his head, “don’t stop,” he whispers as he stretches, “please.” you smile and let out a soft laugh as he nuzzles you gently. “alright,” you say more than happy to cherish this tender moment.

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sinfulserpents · 5 years

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Could I pls request a fic/headcanons/whatever tickles your fancy of the party being super fond of you but find out your dating resident asshole (aka total daddy) billy

i feel like you’d become friends with the party randomly

like you’d be at the arcade while they were there

they’d ask you if they could play pacman after you

and you’d just tell them to join you and have a contest

after that every time they were at the arcade they’d look for you and invite you to join them

you’d become super protective of your kids, making sure that they were all fed and had a ride home

especially after they told you what happened to will

el would adore you

like her eyes would literally light up when you were around

and she’d always have her arm wrapped around yours

im crying, el is baby™️

they’d probably try to set you up with steve eventually

even though he was still very much in love with nancy at the time

and for a while you were crushing on the ex-king of hawkins

but as soon as the hargroves/mayfields arrive at hawkins, your attention turned to the brooding male in a denim jacket

and much to your surprise his attention was on you as well

but the kids fucking hated him

even his step sister max who unofficially joined the party

and became your favourite since she was a firecracker

i have a thing for calling max lil firecracker - it’s fucking cute okay

and they’d all tell you to stay away from billy

because he tried to scare them by chasing them down with his car

and he yells at max

both of those things would make you fucking mad

so you’d chew billy out for it next time you see him at school

dragging him into the bathroom once everyone had retreated to class

billy lowkey thought you were finally gonna jump him

but instead you start yelling at him for threatening your babies

and in the end he’d just get fed up with your nagging

so he slams his lips onto yours to get you to shut up

and from that moment on y’all start to meet up in secret

at the back of the library

ditching class to desperately make out in his camaro

he’d start sneaking into your window at night once you found out about the shit his dad puts him through

some nights y’all would get your freak on

but most nights after he sneaks in, he just needs to be held

that’s how the kids would find out that you guys are together

they’d arrive at your house, you making the promise that you would drive them to go pick up another D&D board for lucas

and they’d impatiently knock on your door

thank god your parents weren’t home

but you’d be fast asleep in your boyfriends arms

his nose nuzzled into your neck and your legs intertwined with his

eventually mike would just be like

“maybe she’s not home - she’s probably making out with steve at his house; let’s go”

but dustin is fucking stubborn

so he’d lift your doormat and pick up your house key just stating “her car’s in the driveway dumbass”

and he’d unlock your door and call out for you but receive no response

so the kids would search downstairs for you

but then max being the only braincell in the group would look at her friends and be like

“hey dickheads, she’s probably asleep in her room!”

so they’d all fucking tip-toe upstairs after lucas suggested just storming into your room and jumping on top of you to wake you up

when they reach your door, dustin would put one hand on the doorknob and raise his other to do a countdown from five

before swinging your door open and making it slam against the wall

you would jump awake when you heard a collective scream of your name

and billy would wrap his arms around your waist tighter, pulling you closer with a groan

the kids would all fall silent and cover their eyes when they saw the familiar mullet-headed douchebag cuddling you

dustin would let out a high pitch “what the shit?!”

while max would be like “billy?!”

and you and your californian god of a boyfriend would quickly sit up and pull the sheets up to your fucking necks

you’d just be like “guys what the hell are you doing here?”

and lucas would roll his eyes behind his hand covering his eyes

before tossing his hand up in the air with a “you promised to buy me a new D&D board!”

with a loud groan you’d wipe your eyes and look towards billy who was awkwardly staring at you with a look that just screamed ‘fuck’

and dustin would pipe up finally, the shock slightly wearing off

“so you and steve aren’t together?”

and you’d furiously shake your head and tell him definitely not

dustin would highkey be disappointed as fuck

after a pregnant pause that was really tense and awkward

you’d look at the teens and gesture towards the door like

“c-can you guys go wait out in the living room while i get ready - i’ll take you to get your D&D board”

they wouldn’t need to be told twice as they all rushed to get out, slamming the door shut behind them

you’d flop back down on the bed with a humph

and billy would chuckle before joining you in laying back down

pulling you back into his arms and pressing a kiss to your collarbone, before mumbling a “g’mornin’ baby” into your neck with a chuckle

and you’d giggle before running your hands through his knotted blonde curls, saying good morning back

it’d be silent while you both just spent a couple of minutes just enjoying each other

trying to ignore the fact that six teenagers almost saw y’all butt naked

after a bit you’d give out a little whine, pulling yourself out of billy’s arms and start getting ready to take the kids out

and billy would pout after you pulled on a shirt before making grabby hands at you

he’d probably be like “do you have to take those dorks shopping? can’t harrington do it instead?”

and you’d chuckle, before pressing a kiss to his forehead

“sorry babe, they like me more than steve”

“who wouldn’t choose you over harrington? but fine, I’ll be right here, naked in your bed, waiting for you to come home”

with a laugh and one final kiss to billy’s lips you’d walk down the stairs

mentally preparing yourself to face the obvious series of 101 questions that you were about to be grilled with

they were obviously talking about what they had previously witnessed since they were all standing in a circle

and max hand her arms crossed over her chest

that probably wasn’t a good sign

you’d grab your keys and tell them to hurry up and pile into your car

they were silent while they buckled up and waited for you to pull out of your driveway

but as soon as you began driving you best believe they began grilling you

like all of them talking at once at you

while you just sat there for a minute trying to make out what each of them were individually saying

before you had enough and just yelled at them to shut the hell up

a collective silence settled in and you’d just sigh, and nervously tap your thumb on the steering wheel before sternly looking at all of them

and then returning your gaze to the road - we aint trynna crash

“i know you guys don’t like billy-”

mike would fucking cut you off with a “like? we hate him”

and dustin would add on a “despise him”

causing you you to roll your eyes and hold your hand up as a sign for them to shut up

“-and i know you guys want to protect me; because i’d do the same thing for you, but billy is honestly a good guy. he treats me like a fucking queen, he listens to me, makes sure i’m comfortable with everything and is overall an all around good guy who’s just got some shit going on, okay?”

they’d all be silent waiting for you to add anything

“can you guys just support me for now? i hate having you all mad with me and if, only if, billy breaks my heart - you’re all allowed to tell me ‘told you so’ and take any comic from my collection that you want”

the last part would pull a collective laugh from the group

max would smile at you before placing her hand on your shoulder over the seat before stating to the group

“billy has been happier recently, he hasn’t yelled at me much and actually laughed at one of my jokes. At first i thought it was because a coach from the university of cali offered him a scholarship - but now i believe it’s because of Y/N”

a genuinely happy smile would creep up on your face and you’d take a hand off the wheel to give her hand a squeeze

after that they’d just become supportive babies

always making sure that billy was being the perfect boyfriend to you

they probably came back to your house after shopping and sat him down on the couch to grill him about his intentions with you

i love protective! party so much

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daddystevee · 4 years

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This Isn’t You

(Steve Harrington x reader)

Im trying something out here. Something a little bit more from my mind instead of feeding directly off of the story line. I’m also gonna try to get these one shot type things out a little more. I really like this one and im kinda seriously proud of it. So this takes place immediately after season 2. In this fic- were just gonna pretend that Steve and Nancy didn’t get back together at the end of season one :p

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: blood and cursing and some FLUFF

“I can’t keep acting like I don’t know that you're keeping secrets from me.” you call out a little louder and angrier than you had planned to. Steve was sitting on the edge of your bed when you walked into your room, rag in one hand and a bowl filled with warm water and soap in the other.

Your boyfriend had shown up at your doorstep, at nearly 1 in the morning, face covered in blood and his two eyes starting to turn purple at the inner corner. Thank God your parents had gone to visit your brother, who was currently at college, because otherwise you’d be totally screwed.

Over the last week or so you had this weird gut feeling that Steve had been hiding something from you. He normally would call you at night before going to bed, but as of lately he wasn’t doing so. He would ignore your calls and if he did answer he wouldn’t stay on the line for very long.

“This just isn’t like you, Steve. I don’t know what it is or what happened to you, but I really don’t like it.”

He wasn’t responding to anything you were saying, but looked up at you with the smallest tinge of guilt in his eyes. Even if he did tell you the truth it’s not like you would believe him anyways, no one would. You sat down next to him and looked him in the eyes and sighed,

“This might sting a little” you say as you dip the dry cloth into the soapy mixture. Setting the bowl onto the ground, you moved as close to Steve as you could to make sure you got all of the cuts cleaned. You made sure to get the easy parts first, taking the rag under his nose, around his eyes and on his cheeks. He hissed when you wiped around his busted lip and chin. You gently peeled the band-aid's off that were on his forehead and chin, so you could get a better look at what you were working with.

After you had finished cleaning and properly taking care of his wounds you walked out and into your older brother's room and grabbed a set of pajamas for Steve.

“Here put these on.” you say throwing the clothes at him

“Y/N, I’m going home. I don’t need these-”

“No Steve, you’re not going home. I’m not gonna let you avoid this anymore, we’re gonna sit here and we’re gonna talk things out. I don’t care what kind of crazy excuse you’re gonna throw at me this time, but I’m not catching it.” you say cutting him off, you refuse to let him get out of this. You’re his other half, the two of you are supposed to be honest and open about everything with each other.

Steve sighed before putting the clothes down and grabbed your hand, leading you out of your room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Sit down.” he said before moving over to your parents liquor cabinet and pulling out a bottle of whisky and setting it down in front of you, “you’re gonna need this.”

“So do you understand why I haven’t been around?” he asks leaning against the counter, an ice pack being held against his forehead with one hand and his other arm folded across his stomach.

You had your head leaned onto the back of your chair looking up to the ceiling trying to process everything he had just told you.

“So you’re telling me that when the Byers boy went missing, he was just stuck in an alternate universe with weird freaky monsters called-”

“Demogorgons”

“yeah demo- whatevers, and there’s a girl that can move things with her mind and she’s from this other dimension or has access to it and you’ve been fighting these monsters with a bunch of 12 year olds?”

“Yup”

“And you went into some underground tunnels to light them on fire to distract smaller versions of those- demo things from attacking the girl with powers so she could close the gate between the worlds? But in the process you got your ass beat by Billy Hargrove- hence why you're covered in cuts and bruises?”

“Yeah pretty much.” he says doubting you’d ever believe him. There was a long pause filled with painful silence.

“Okay, yeah. I get it.” you say with no trace of sarcasm in your voice.

Steve just stares at you in disbelief, “Wait, you actually believe me?”

You hop down off of your chair and walk over to your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his middle, “Of course I do, I mean it sounds unbelievable, but something tells me that you wouldn’t sit me down with an entire unopened bottle of whisky to tell me some bullshit story.”

Steve lets out a sigh of relief as he puts the ice pack down on the counter and wraps his arms around your shoulders pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank God, I thought you were gonna think I’m a crazy-”

“Oh, I do think you’re crazy, crazy enough to go through all this without me. I want in next time.” you say cutting him off.

“Oh, no, no, no. You will NOT be part of this.”

“And why not? Is there something else you’re hiding?”

“No- I just, I don’t want you to get hurt. If something were to happen to you I don’t know what I’d do.” you look up into your boyfriends gorgeous brown eyes to see them with tears threatening to spill over.

“Oh, Stevie.” you say nuzzling your head further into his chest, “I appreciate you wanting to look out for me but, we’re in this together. Monsters and all.”

“I mean, I guess you would look pretty hot swinging the nail bat around beating the shit out of a Demogorgon.” he says lightening the mood a little but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice

“Nail bat? What’s that?” you ask pulling away from him.

He looks at you like you just messed up the ABC’s, “It’s a bat, with nails in it.”

“oh well, duh. Well you’ll just have to teach me how to use it one day.”

You smile up at him and go up onto your tippy-toes, giving him a small kiss on the lips, “It seems like you’ve had a long couple of days, let’s get you to bed, shall we? You go ahead and get ready for bed, I’m right behind you”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, booking it up the stairs and to your room. You walk to the front door to lock it, then head back into the kitchen, making sure to turn off all the lights in the house before heading upstairs. By the time you had brushed your teeth and walked into your room, Steve was already asleep in your bed. You climb underneath the blankets and reach to turn off the lamp before laying with your back to Steve. You feel Steve snake an arm over your stomach and pull you in closer to him,

“I love you” he mumbles half asleep

“I love you too, Stevie” you say as your final words before you drift off into sleep.

Steve can’t deny that even though he doesn’t want you near any of this Upside Down shit, he wouldn’t wanna fight some other world monsters beside anyone else.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #kait writes #i tried alright

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midwrites31 · 5 years

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Smut with Billy about how he praises you during sex and aftercare?💜

Sure thing!

Sorry, I went a bit long on this one.

Summary: You’re having a Sleepover at Max’s, and then Billy finally comes home- wanting more than being just friends.

Character Count: 6,099

Warnings: Smut, A Lil’ daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!), fluff, some swearing

After a long gossip session with Max, she was finally asleep- but you weren’t. This was your first-ever sleepover at Max’s. Her parents weren’t home, Billy wasn’t home. Max said earlier that Billy normally comes home later- like around 1 or so. So you waited. You and Billy had an off-and-on thing goin’ for a while now, so you were just, excited. You stared at the ceiling, looking at all the details and bumps the paint had. Your hair was also s u c h a mess, Max tried to put your hair into a ponytail, but it just- didn’t work so well. Your bangs looked good, though.

You got thirsty after about a half an hour of waiting, so you quietly got up, and tip-toed towards the kitchen. You grabbed a glass from the wooden cabinet above you and turned on the faucet. You lean against the counter, looking at the clock in front of you. ‘Huh, two am already?’ You thought, but then, a car pulls up the driveway. Music blaring from it, you hear a slam. The music stops instead of heavy footsteps to the door, and some sounds of keys. The door unlocks and finally opens.

You already assume it’s Billy- you know it’s Billy. You know his music, just too well. Billy sees your silhouette around the kitchen counter. “What are you doing up so late, Max.” He growled. He never really liked Max, and you understood that. They’re family, forced family. But, you hope deep, deep deep deep down, Bills does love Maxine. “Who are you calling, Max?” You ask, turning around to face him.

You are wearing short pajama shorts, and a black tank top, you’re usual. You smile softly, noticing his jaw drop subtly. “Oh- I never knew you and Maxine are friends.” He smirks, showing his pristine teeth. That award-winning smile always gets ladies, but not you. You’re a tough cookie to crack. Billy strolls over to you, leaning over the counter to get a good look at you. “Yeah, I’ve known Max for a while now.” You shrug. “But, you never answered my question. What are you doing up so late?” He growled, lowly. He knew you wanted him, and he did too.

“Oh- was just t-thirsty.” You say, setting the glass down and backing up, finally meeting the fridge behind you. Billy slowly walks over to you, cornering you. You look up at him. “Thirsty for?” He asks, seductively. You were dripping wet by now, just thinking of what he would do to you. You didn’t want to give in- but you were about to. You didn’t answer his question, and he moved closer, and closer. You both were touching, feeling his growing bulge in his jeans against your heat. “Answer my question..” Billy said. You bit your lip, then finally said it. “Y-you.”

You go on your tip-toes to kiss Billy, and he does it back. It was passionate. “You’re so beautiful, y/n” He growls- but it was different. It sounded like there was a fire in him, waiting to be put out. Your hands grasp his neck as he lifts you to the counter. “I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time” You whimper softly. Soon, you start to notice that you’ve been grinding against him, hearing slight groans from Billy’s lips- muffled by your kiss.

Billy stops and pulls away from your lips for a second. “How about we move this to my room, huh?” He grins. You look down him and back up, noticing your wetness drenched Billy’s jeans. You nod vigorously as he picks you up, and you wrap your legs around him. He walks quickly to his room and sets you on his bed. He turns on the bedside lamp next to you. He then turns around, putting on some ACDC from his cassette player. Billy then takes off his jacket. You didn’t want to wait anymore, and you take your tank top and your shorts. You felt like you didn’t need anything under your pajamas, as it’s just a sleepover.

Billy finally turns around, seeing your body. His mouth watered a little bit. “Oh my god..” He groans, jumping on you. Billy kissed you, with his kisses sliding down your neck. You arch your back, feeling his chest against you. He sits up, taking off his shirt, and unbuckling his belt, and slides off his jeans and boxers. You finally see his cock, and he pumps it a few times. You take out the scrunchie that’s holding up your ponytail. “You sure you’re ready?” Billy asks, calmly. You nod. “I need you to say it, princess.” He hovers over you, foreheads touching. “Yes, daddy.” You nod again. “Good girl,” Billy growled, lining himself up to your entrance.

Knowing how wet you are- he should be fine. Billy slowly thrusts into you, for you to get used to his size. You whimper, gripping the sheets beside you. Billy slowly gets faster, the whimpers turning into moans. You can feel him growling down your neck, making hickies down your collarbone and neck. His chest against yours, you can hear him huff faster as he starts getting close. Your walls clench around him, your moans covered by his kiss. Billy goes faster, almost pounding into you. The headboard of the bed knocking against the wall. “I need you to cum for me, princess.” He moans, lowly. You bite your lip. “Cum for me.” He said again.

You bit your lip, as pleasure from your core slowly went up to your spine, and arches your back. You let out a gasp, your hands around his back, nails digging into him. Your core hugs Billy’s dick tightly, as your orgasm races through you. He still keeps going, but his breath gets a bit shaky. His thrusts getting more sloppy. He lets out a moan, as you feel him twitch inside you, filling you to your brim.

Billy hugs you for a few minutes coming down from his high, still inside you. “You did so well.” He whispered into your ear. This praise from him made you feel like you achieved something, something amazing. You were in such bliss. He finally pulled out of you slowly. He lays down next to you, facing your body. “Come closer..” He chuckles. He lays the covers over the both of you, wrapping his arm around you back, his other arm holding his head up. You lay down your head on Billy’s bicep and close your eyes. “Tired?” He hums, his eyes are heavy. You nod, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. Billy kisses your forehead. “You did so so well, princess.” he moves closer. You rest your leg over his. “Such a good girl.”

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breanime · 5 years

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Strings

Requested by @diorskisses: a fic based on Cigaretts After Sex’s “K”. WARNING: ~smut~

*gif not mine*

The phrase “no strings attached” was a lie. There were always strings. Sometimes they were thin and one-sided, only affecting one person in the couplet, and sometimes they were thick and intricate, weaving their way through both hearts at once. But no matter what, they were always there.

That being said, you being aware of the nonsensical nature of “no strings attached” did not means you were above it. If anything, that sense of self-awareness just made you that more agreeable to the concept. You knew that you had feelings—real, meaningful feelings—for Billy when he first approached you with the suggestion of being friends with benefits. And you knew that he didn’t have those same feelings for you, that you were probably just one of many that he recycled and used when it amused him. You knew that—but you agreed to it nonetheless. It’s not like you were pining—you weren’t the type—it was just an acute awareness of your feelings and the easy recognition that he could never love you back. It wasn’t the best feeling, but it didn’t pain you. You took it as a simple fact: rain came from the clouds, the Earth is round, Billy would never love you. It was fine. And in all honesty, you were content enough to take what little he was willing to give to you. Before you knew it, your fling had become routine, and those strings grew more and more and more.

You gasped, staring up at the ceiling, feeling like every nerve was on fire. Billy was between your legs, lapping at your folds and sucking on your clit. He had an iron grip on your thighs, keeping them apart even as they shook with pleasure. Billy never went easy on you. You arched your back when his tongue hit that spot, and you felt more than heard Billy’s approving chuckle. Your hands roamed around the bed, trying to find something to hold onto. They settled in Billy’s thick hair, and he groaned against you as you tugged on the strands. Everything was electric, and you gasped out Billy’s name as you came.

He crawled up your body, leaving little kisses on your skin as he went, and you sighed. You kept one hand in his hair and the other softly raked up and down his strong back. Billy had woken you up with kisses, and you were still half-asleep when he first started to go down on you, so you were floating in a state of ecstasy and pure relaxation. Billy was kissing your neck now, and you closed your eyes as you surrendered to the seducing haze. He nuzzled your face with his and leaned down to give you a kiss. Before, when you’d both started this, his kisses had been fierce and full of lust, but as your affair went on and those strings got a little more tangled, he started kissing you soft and slow. You forced yourself not to read too much into it. Now, Billy rubbed his nose against yours before kissing you again, slipping his tongue into your waiting mouth. You could feel him, hard and ready, between your thighs, and you rotated your hips to create some friction. He groaned and you sighed again, feeling a heat pool within you. You wanted him—needed him—now. But Billy was taking his time. He kissed you again as he wrapped you in his arms, pressing his lithe body against yours. You could feel every hard muscle, every sensual movement he made, and it had you aching with want. Eyes still closed, you gripped his hips, trying to urge him to move. Billy, ever the masochist, slid a hand between the two of you, and just when you thought he was positioning himself to get inside you, he took hold of his dick and stroked your folds with it, getting oh so close to where you needed him but purposefully staying away. You whimpered pathetically. You couldn’t take the teasing. He was kissing you again, caressing you, and all you could do was moan and shiver at his touch.

“Look at me,” his voice was rough with desire.

You wanted to obey, but then he rolled his hips against yours and you felt the tip of his dick brush against your clit. You dug your nails into the skin of his waist and ass, knowing there would be crescent-shaped imprints there later. You moaned but couldn’t open your eyes.

“Look at me,” he said, the demand stronger now. He pressed against you and you cried out. “Open your eyes and look at me, Y/N.”

You looked at him. Billy was staring down at you, his wide, dark eyes trained on your face. You wondered how long he’d been looking at you like that. His eyes shone with something different then what you’d seen before—the lust, the passion, the energy were all there, but there was something else… He was looking at you with a new softness in his eyes, as if he was seeing you for the first time, or like he was looking at something special, something pure. The two of you stared at each other for almost a full minute, neither of you speaking or moving—just looking. You wondered what he was seeing in your eyes, and if it was pleasing to him.

It must have been, because he leaned down and swept you up in a passionate, toe-curling, earth-shattering kiss with no warning. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he finally slid inside of you—stretching you and filling you up to the brim. You closed your eyes again, and this time, Billy didn’t object. You spent the rest of the morning in his arms, connected at the hips and the lips.

Hours later, the two of you found yourselves at a restaurant downtown. This was new territory for you both, another knot in the string. Not too long ago, you would have made love and left. Then you graduated to ordering delivery and eating a quick power snack between rounds, but this was still fairly new, this sitting down and eating together…in public. It was nice. Billy always insisted on paying, and the two of you had made a pact to try the weirdest thing on the menu every where you went. Billy was being especially charming; complimenting your hair and offering you bites of his food. He was smiling more than he usually did, and his eyes didn’t wander around (searching for exits, you always thought) like they used to. He was there, in the moment with you. And he seemed happy. He asked you how your parents were doing and expressed his frustration with the way your boss had been treating you at work. His eyes never left your face, and you could feel your heart reacting to the attention. This was…too good to be true. Except it wasn’t. You knew Billy well enough to know that he wasn’t a man who played games or settled easily. He was there with you, focused on you, solely because that was what he wanted.

Maybe…Possibly…he liked you back.

You sat on that thought, that possible, wonderful realization, for two weeks. You still saw Billy during that time, still slept with him, but each encounter was different now. You had started to notice small things, like how he kissed you for no reason sometimes—in the middle of a conversation or as he walked past. He started calling you just to talk when before he only called to set up times you could meet for sex. He let you take pictures of him on your phone—something he had been vehemently against before—and even indulged you in messing with the filters. You killed an entire Sunday taking pictures of him with flowers floating around in the frame. You had mentioned once how you liked him best when he was wearing all black and noticed immediately that Billy started wearing black more and more. He touched you more now, too, whether it be lingering touches or full on cuddling, and each touch was another knot, another snag in the string.

You were dancing with him now in your apartment. Your upstairs neighbor—a sweet old Cajun woman—was blasting some soft jazz above you. Billy had held you close to him, kissing you softly, before he placed his hands on your waist and started swaying you to the music. You wrapped your arms around him and let him lead you around your apartment, eyes closed and head resting on his shoulders.

“Let’s go back to bed,” he said, voice soft but still somehow louder to you than the music was. You opened your eyes and smiled up at him, nodding your head. Billy kissed you again before leading you to your bedroom.

Later, after Billy had given you three orgasms, you lay naked in bed, watching him. His bare back was to you as he lit the candle on your nightstand. You were waiting for him to slip back in bed and warm you with his touch.

“Hey Billy,” you said, sinking deeper into the pillows, “Can I ask you something?”

He turned, a soft smile on his face as he surveyed you. You could only imagine what you looked like, wrapped up in blankets, skin still glowing with sweat from his lovemaking, hair a mess. Billy crawled back into bed, pulling you to him and pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head. “You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”

“Are we still doing no strings attached?” You asked, looking up at him.

Billy propped himself up on one elbow and leaned over you. “Why?” He asked back. “Do you want me to leave?”

You shook your head and ran your fingers through his messy hair. “No,” you said, grateful for the straight forward honesty the two of you had with each other, “I don’t want you to leave.” You took a breath. “I want you to stay with me. What do you want?”

Billy was smiling again, and he gave you a quick peck on the lips before he replied. “I want to kiss you some more,” he said, “and I want to hold you until you fall asleep and wake up next to you and do it all over again,” he caressed your cheek with the back of your hand, dark eyes never leaving yours, “this… This is nowhere near as good as I thought it would be. It’s better. I want to see where this could go, what it could be. I want…” He smiled. “Fuck. I want strings.”

Your smile could have lit up the city in a blackout, that’s how bright it was. “Me too,” you sighed, feeling light and warm and so damn lucky, “I want strings too.”

Billy kissed you, pulling you close to him until your naked bodies had nothing between them. “I promise,” his voice was husky and his eyes gleamed, “I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”

The phrase “no strings attached” was a lie. You knew that. But you also knew that each person had a choice with how they would confront that lie. They could pretend that the saying was true, prolonging the hurt until it was right at their door. Or they could take it for what it was and try—however slowly, however carefully—to examine the strings, to unknot them, to see them for what they were and work with them. Maybe, just maybe, if a person decided to do that, they could get a happy ending.

You did.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Gentle Hearts

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Can I request some fluffy smut with season 1 Billy Russo (pre jigsaw)? Maybe just some domestic lazy day lovely smut

warning: soft smut

It was nearing 9am, Sunday morning. Sundays were Billy’s day off, so he relished laying in his comfy bed. Daylight was peaking through the curtains in the bedroom. Soft snores filled up the room, occasionally a mumbled word or groan emitted from the body beside him. You. Precious, wonderful, amazing you.

Billy rolled over to face your beautiful sleeping face. Yes, even with drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, he still found you beautiful.

He leaned and kissed the tip of your nose, the feeling making your face scrunch up and rub at it. He softly chuckled to himself, leaning in closer and resting his forehead against yours.

“Love you, baby,” he whispered, even though you probably couldn’t hear him. With a kiss to your head, he rolled out of bed to do his business in the bathroom.

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Your sleepy eyes slowly opened when you couldn’t feel Billy anywhere around the bed. You frowned, hating that he wasn’t the first thing you’d see this morning. For a moment, you wondered if he left for work, but when you heard the muffled sound of a toilet flushing, your mood lightened. He was here. With you.

He waltzed out of the bathroom, his boxers the only thing on him. He smiled at you, “Mornin’, beautiful.”

You groan as you wipe the drool from your face and stretched out your limbs, “You weren’t here when I woke up.”

Billy slid back into place beside you, pulling you into his chest, “Well it was either wait until you woke up and pee on myself and you, or do my business hopefully before you woke up. Nonetheless, I’m sorry for leaving you for less than a minute.”

You nuzzle your face into his bare chest, kissing his skin right above his heart, “I forgive you.” you kiss the spot again and make your way across his chest, moving yourself on top of him until you’re straddling his lap.

His hands immediately go to your hips, “I like where this is going.”

You roll your eyes, “Of course you do, you insatiable man.”

He shrugs, “Just can’t get enough of you, baby.” he pulls you down and gives you a slow, toe-curling kiss, one that never fails to leave you breathless.

He only allows you a moment to catch your breath before capturing your lips again. His hands moving past your waist and towards your ass, kneading your flesh and pushing you down onto him. When he pushes you down again, you roll your hips, earning a pleasurable moan from him.

You pull away to kick off your panties and toss the shirt you slept in, meanwhile, Billy pushes down his boxers, throwing them to join your garments. He then takes you and rolls you over so that your back is against the bed.

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips and mumbles against them, “I love you.”

You lovingly stroke his face when you mumble back, “I love you too.”

He captures your lips once more and then proceeds to make his way down your neck and to your chest. You feel his lips graze along your collar bone, pulling at your skin, making your breath hitch.

He opens up your legs and kneels in-between them, yours legs thoughtlessly wrapping themselves around him and pulling him in. He’s hard, rightfully so.

He takes his erection into his hand, slowly pumping himself to full hardness. He then drags his tip along your clit, painfully slow and causes you to whine.

“Bill, please.”

He humors you a bit, pushing the tip, and only the tip, into you before pulling out again.

You frown at him, “Tease.”

With a simple wink, he sheathes himself entirely into you. His teeth grits in pleasure as he groans out a “Fuck.”

His thrusts are slow and meticulous. He wants you to feel every drag of his cock along your walls. It’s agonizing. It’s enticing. It’s...so Billy.

His brown-nearly black eyes stare back into your Y/E/C ones. His face is stoic, except for the occasional grit and groan he expresses when you clench down onto him. His eyes wander your face, taking note of every tick, every wince, every scrunch of the face. Every little bit of thing he loves about you.

It isn’t until you beg that he goes a little bit faster, just a little bit.

Because he wants to take his time with you. More often than not do you two participate in rather heated, desperate, and quick love sessions. It’s very seldom that you take time with each other, reacquainting yourselves with the person you love. It’s a rare thing that you two like to cherish when you get the chance.

He feels it coming. It’s building up inside him and he knows you’re nearly there too.

He falls forward, arms propping him up so that his body hovers above you, arms caging you in. Right now, it’s just you and him that matters. Nothing else.

Your hands reach up to his face, pulling him down, his forehead against yours and he hears you gasp. Then he feels your walls clamp down onto him and he keeps going, aiding you as you ride through your orgasm.

“Billy, Billy,” you whisper over and over again. A prayer that he always loves to answer.

“I love you. I love you.” a reminder for him and yourself, that you’re the most important thing that matters to him.

He mumbles out a string of curses as he gives a few more thrusts into you and his hips still. His seed coats your walls in his pleasure until he’s through.

His body deflates, but he doesn’t allow himself to fall on top of you. Instead, he slowly pulls out of you, weary of your sensitivity and then falls onto the bed beside you.

You scoot closer to him and his arms open up to accept your warmth. You kiss him above the heart again and you two just lay there. Two gentle hearts in love, going through their lazy Sunday morning.

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fontainebleau22 · 7 years

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Bearskin

The exchange from I Know A Bank Where the Wild Thyme Grows:

You know what this means?

That we shouldn’t be listening?

No! It means I won my bet after all.

My bearskin.

Our bearskin. Which you are currently using.

I need that fur, Billy. I’m still a sick man.

Forget it: it’s mine. I’m going to sleep under it naked and make you watch.

You’re a truly callous man, Billy Rocks.

And what happened next…

Goodnight lay and considered his next move; this situation was going to take a certain amount of finesse. It had come about through his own carelessness, he freely admitted, caught out in a moment of weakness. Billy was nothing if not cunning.

Initially he had seemed in no hurry to collect his prize: the heavy brown fur lay spread over Goodnight’s side of the bed as usual, and he had expected Billy to scoop it up, announcing, ‘Mine,’ but Billy simply ignored it, and Goodnight too where he sat on the edge of the mattress.

Instead he stretched, perhaps rather too theatrically, and, fixing Goodnight with a level black gaze, began to unbutton his vest. He took it off and tossed it onto the chair, then bent down to pull his boots off, one at a time. Goodnight, distracted, left his own vest half undone and watched as Billy unhitched his suspenders and made a start on his shirt. Even after all this time, a sight like this never failed to set the blood pulsing in his veins.

He slowly worked his way down the buttons, revealing the hard muscles of his chest, then let the shirt slip from his shoulders. As he bent to lay it on top of his vest, Goodnight swallowed dryly. Billy, his gaze never wavering, dropped his hands to the buttons of his pants. Goodnight swallowed again, conscious of his growing arousal, but Billy suddenly stopped, turned his back and instead began working at the knot that held his hair. As it fell loose down his back Goodnight growled low in his throat, and Billy turned to face him again, lips twitching. Then he locked his eyes on Goodnight’s, unfastened each button with deliberate slowness, and stepped out of his pants. Hands on the waistband of his drawers, he paused once more, then stripped neatly out of them and stood naked in the lamplight.

Goodnight drank in the sight of him, something he could never tire of: the dark hair falling over his shoulders, the smooth planes of his body, the play of muscles under the skin, his tantalising nakedness. Billy took a step towards him and Goodnight slid backwards on the bed to make room, raising a hand to touch his chest as Billy leaned towards him – then seized the fur and rolled over with it to the other side of the bed. ‘Billy! You bastard!’ cried Goodnight, but Billy simply wrapped himself up in the fur, positively writhing underneath it. ‘It’s so soft,’ he purred, ‘so silky, and I can feel it all over.’ He stretched himself from head to toe, luxuriating, and wound the bearskin around himself, one arm emerging to caress from fur to naked skin and back again.

‘You monster,’ said Goodnight, but Billy sighed languidly and asked, ‘Did you say something? I was distracted…’ Goodnight made a lunge for him, but Billy exclaimed, ‘Oh no,’ squirmed out of his reach and curled himself further into the fur. ‘Your rash bet, remember?’ He rolled over, rubbing the fur against his skin, golden limbs contrasting with the brown pelt, and lay looking unspeakably smug, occasionally shifting with little murmurs of pleasure.

Goodnight now considered his options. Fighting for possession of the fur seemed superficially attractive, but he suspected Billy was too committed to lose easily, and there were also his healing injuries to consider. No, force probably wouldn’t work. Persuasion? Again, unlikely: being naked under the fur presented such an attractive proposition that other inducements would have to be significant. Simply waiting until Billy went to sleep and working his way in next to him might or might not work: the investment of time was required was offputting. Lateral thinking, though, might yet succeed where a direct approach would fail.

‘Fairly won, cher, in both senses: I have to concede defeat,’ he announced, standing up to turn out the lamp. He waited a moment or two, hearing Billy shift in the dark with contented stretches and sighs, then took off his boots, letting each fall with a decisive thud. He unbuttoned his vest, unfastened his watch and set it down, pouring the chain beside it with a metallic rattle, took out his cufflinks and dropped them one by one into their dish with a clink. He shook out his pants with a snap before folding them, then sat back down on the edge of the bed to strip off his shirt sleeve by sleeve, followed by his underwear, the straw mattress rustling beneath him. Then he lay down on his back on top of the quilt, hands behind his head, and waited.

Several minutes passed in silence, until Goodnight felt movement beside him as a warm hand reached out to touch his leg. It travelled slowly up his thigh and over the crease of his hip, where it paused. ‘Get under the quilt, Goody.’ ‘Nope,’ said Goodnight, ‘I lost my fur fair and square, so I’ll lie here without it. You go ahead and enjoy it.’ The hand trailed over his stomach as Billy said, ‘I am not falling for this act. Get under the bedclothes.’ ‘No,’ said Goodnight, with implacable calm.

The hand vanished and he felt Billy turn over, pulling the fur with him, but Goodnight stayed motionless on his back, his skin gradually cooling in the light draft which flowed across the room. Residual heat lingered underneath him, but he began to feel distinctly cold and had to resist the temptation to curl in on himself. Billy lay equally still beside him, still alert: Goodnight could tell from his breathing. The draft seemed to become stronger, playing across his stomach, or perhaps it was only that his stillness that made it seem so. ‘Goody, you’re being ridiculous!’ Movement again, and a hand touched his chest, shockingly hot in comparison to his chilly skin. His first reaction was to press the star of heat over his heart, but instead he plucked it off. ‘What’s the matter, cher? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?’ Billy’s hand abruptly withdrew and he let out a disgusted huff. Goodnight, sensing the distant scent of victory, waited it out, steeling himself against the discomfort. Eventually, by now genuinely cold, he felt his skin turn to gooseflesh, and an involuntary shiver ran through him.

‘You swine,’ said Billy, rolling back over and suddenly engulfing him in a torrent of fur and heated limbs. ‘You swine.’ He hissed as Goodnight wound his arms and legs tight around him, glorying in the heat and the brush of soft fur, nuzzling his face into Billy’s neck. ‘You don’t deserve this,’ said Billy, though his arms wrapping around Goodnight’s back said otherwise. ‘Warm me up, Billy,’ pleaded Goodnight, and Billy hauled himself right on top of him, dragging the fur with him, settling along the whole length of his body. Goodnight dug his fingers into his back to pull him closer, the flush of heat seeping miraculously back into every part of him.

‘Are you ashamed?’ asked Goodnight, ‘Making such an exhibition of yourself?’ ‘No,’ said Billy, worming his hips against him unrepentantly. ‘Are you? Lying there all pitiful to make me feel sorry for you?’ ‘Not one bit,’ said Goodnight, dipping his head to nip at Billy’s throat. ‘How about we say equal shares?’ He licked up to Billy’s jaw, fingers seeking out a nipple to feel him jump. And Billy laughed and said against his lips: ‘Equal shares, Goody.’

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