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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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TOW Eddie wakes the fuck up

Summary: I love Eddie being Steve’s bisexual awakening, but there's not enough where it's the other way around. Here's Eddie waking the fuck up in middle of the spring break from hell. Long fic.

Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off of Steve Harrington since he slammed him against the wall of the boathouse. There was this feeling of guilt that he felt in his stomach, and he didn't know to apologize. He never knew how to apologize. That was the one thing his father taught him not to do. Apologizing was always a sign of weakness. Being sorry could never cut it. It wasn't enough for his father. This is why he was choking on his tongue now, why he always choked when he needed to apologize. He knew he needed to do that with Lucas because it was the kind of petty bullshit that his father would have done, and he would have done it without apologizing for it. He wasn't his father.

That was the reason why he couldn't keep his eyes off Steve, right? To apologize for nearly stabbing him in the throat? Eddie was also wrong about what he had originally thought about Steve Harrington, what he had thought about all jocks. To be honest, they never interacted. Steve had never even interacted with people like him the way jocks like Jason Carver did. Guys like Jason always needed to prove that he was better than others. Steve had just didn't care enough to harass others, or maybe he just didn't want to be like that. He watched him before, and he always believed the rumors about Steve, that he was a jerk because it was easier to believe, which made him like everyone else who believed the rumors about Eddie himself.

Now, here they were in the same boat. Literally. Steve was preparing to jump into the lake to find a gate into another world. Mr. Swim team, Mr. Lifeguard. . . Yeah, you couldn't pay Eddie enough to go down there. He couldn't stop watching Steve as he stripped, his eyes trailing over him. Steve took off his sweater and looked in his direction. Eddie could have sworn he saw a twinkle of mischief in his eyes before he threw the sweater at him. Wait. . .did he wink, or was that his imagination? Eddie couldn't stop staring at him at the moles on his back and at the muscles he had. Eddie wondered how far they went down, the moles, and he had a sudden urge to trace patterns into Steve’s skin. Wait, what? Eddie cleared his throat.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" Steve asked, turning to him and looking at Eddie with those damn eyes of his.

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

Eddie whipped out his cigarettes and popped one into his mouth. He didn't get to enjoy it before Robin had snatched it out of his mouth and threw it in the water. She's Steve’s best friend. She is Steve’s best friend. Of course, Eddie had to bite his tongue when Nancy had to say something to Steve, too. Really? Oh. . .was that jealousy? Then Steve jumped into the lake, leaving Eddie to his thoughts. He had wanted to touch Steve. Was he attracted to him? No, he always liked girls, right? He was particularly fond of cheerleaders and their skirts. He had been fond of Chrissy, and it wasn't just sexual attraction. Their little moment in the woods, there was something there. He remembered that balloon feeling in his chest that had expanded the more he talked with her. He had wanted to make her laugh forever. And now she. . .how quick he had forgotten her. This was about Chrissy, and he was having a goddamn sexuality crisis in the middle of a shitstorm. Nope. Nope! He nearly shrieked when Steve finally popped up.

"It's pretty wild. It's more a snack size gate than the mama gate, but still, it's pretty damn big," Steve said.

Eddie focused on what he was saying, trying to ignore the fact that he was all wet and beautiful. Suddenly, Steve was being dragged under the water by a force that they couldn't see. Fuck! Nancy immediately jumped in, and then Robin and Eddie had been left behind on the boat. He cursed before stumbling into the water after them, and then he was in another world. All the adventures he had imagined over the years, the lives he had yearned to live, and he wanted nothing more than to go back to that. . .to it just being imagination.

Eddie grabbed an oar and started to beat the bat like creatures off of Steve, feeling much like a knight saving a princess. Like all princesses that he imagined, they could also save themselves. They didn't always need a knight or a prince to save them. Steve pulled himself off the ground, furious. With his feet, he held the bat down and proceeded to rip the creature in half. Steve gasped, blood dripping from his mouth. Eddie gaped at him. Oh, yep. He wanted to fuck this guy. He wanted to tie him up and rail him into next year. Or let Steve tie him up. Either way, it was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. Oh, no. . .now was NOT the time to get hard. Think other thoughts. Oh, no, Robin was staring at him. Does she know? She knows! He placed the oar in front of him and turned his hips away. She scoffed. Yeah, she knows.

Of course, getting back through the gate wouldn't be easy. Those fuckers had the gate surrounded and more were coming. They needed to get to Skull Rock. It was closet. Steve had stumbled, and Eddie caught him around the waist before he could collapse. Eddie felt a little victorious that he had caught him before Nancy could. Eddie half carried him to a rock and set him down, kneeling in front of him to check his wounds. He immediately began ripping his shirt to make bandages for Steve, effectively turning his Hellfire shirt into a crop top.

"Sorry, you had to do that," Steve winced.

"Nah, it's fine. I've been wanting to turn it into a crop top for a while now," Eddie grinned as he began to wrap the makeshift bandage around his middle. "I have been dying to show off my sexy belly button."

"Are belly buttons sexy?" Steve asked with a snort.

"Well, I know mine is," Eddie grinned. "And any part of the body is sexy if you try hard enough."

"What about elbows? Can you make elbows sexy?" Steve grinned.

"Oh, definitely, and I must say you've got some really sexy elbows there, Steve," Eddie replied and Steve giggled.

Wow, Eddie was really just swinging right into this.

"Oh. I get Steve because he lost blood. What's your excuse, Eddie?" Robin asked as she hovered over them. "Because that was really lame. Sexy belly buttons? Sexy elbows? Dinguses. Both of you."

Eddie winked at him before helping him up. They hadn't stood very long before the ground was shaking, and Eddie had fallen on his butt, catching Steve in his arms. Eddie's hands landed on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly. Eventually, the ground stopped shaking, but Eddie didn't let him go. Steve looked up at him from between his legs. Their faces were pretty close together, Eddie realized. He sucked in a breath.

"Uh, the ground stopped shaking," Steve said.

"Right. Right!" Eddie cleared his throat and let him go.

They started walking towards Nancy's house to get her guns, which was still such a surprise to Eddie. Nancy Wheeler had guns? More than one? It was quiet for a minute until Steve awkwardly cleared his throat.

"I just want to think you for saving me back there," Steve said.

"Oh, you saved yourself, man. I just tended to your wounds like a dutiful nurse. What you did was very . . . " Don't say hot. Whatever you do, Munson, don't say hot. Say metal! " . . . hot. It was very hot. I mean, metal. Very metal of you, like when Ozzy bit the head off that bat."

"Ozzy?" Steve asked.

"You know. . . Ozzy Osbourne from Black Sabbath?" Eddie asked.

"I have no idea," Steve blushed. "Sorry. I really only know this one metal band. . . kind of."

"You know one, that's more than I thought you would have," Eddie grinned. "You're just full of surprises. So, tell me about this band that you know of."

"I don't know, have you heard of Metallica?" Steve asked.

"Have I heard of Metallica? I don't know. . . it sounds vaguely familiar," he said thoughtfully, trying not to laugh.

"Stop being an asshole. You know exactly what I'm talking about," Steve told him and shoved him.

"It's only like one of my favorite bands ever," Eddie said, leaning into his space. "So, how does Steve Harrington come to know about Metallica?"

"I was hanging with a friend and their cousin was around, watching a tape of one of their music videos," Steve said and shrugged. "It caught my attention."

"A friend, huh? You're telling me that your girlfriend has a cousin who's a metalhead?" Eddie asked.

"Well, actually, that's over," Steve blushed. "And it wasn't a girl."

"Oh. . .so, you're . . . gay?" Eddie asked. "I was not expecting that. I'm cool with it. I have a friend who's gay and for his sake, I'm not saying who it is."

"Bisexual, actually," Steve shrugged.

"Oh, right. . . that exists. See, I knew that. You know, because of Bowie but I never thought that it could apply to . . . you know. . . ," Eddie replied.

"Me?" Steve asked.

"No! Me!" Eddie said. "I swear, I'm so slow."

"Wait, I thought you just said you were gay," Steve said.

"No, I literally have a friend who's gay," Eddie laughed.

"Oh, so, how new are you to this?" Steve asked. "Because I swear that I thought with the hanky. . . "

"What? Oh, does that mean something? Because I just wore it because of James Hetfield," Eddie said. "What does it mean?"

Steve grinned and proceeded to tell him exactly what it meant. Eddie slapped a hand over his face. Sure, he thought about doing that sort of stuff. . . of being handcuffed and spanked. It was usually a beautiful woman who did it. Now, he was sure that it would Steve in her place or alongside Steve. Shit, both of them at the same time. . . okay, stop thinking dirty thoughts about Steve Harrington.

"Eddie, how new are you? Wait. . . you didn't realize in the middle of all this? Did you? . . . Shit, you did. What woke you up?" Steve said, and Eddie peaked through his hands, breathing heavily. "Oh. Boy, you're really going through it, huh?"

"Shut up, Steve," Eddie sighed. "I'm panicking just a little bit. Jesus H. Christ, have you always known?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I didn't know there was a name for it until a few years ago, but I've liked both for a long time," Steve said and placed his hands on Eddie's shoulders. "It's alright. Just breath with me, okay. We're going to get you out of this and then you can have a nice, long freak out if you need it."

"I don't think that's what's freaking me out, honestly. I am okay with that," Eddie said. "I just don't see how catching this guy might clear my name. It's all about proof, man, and it's hunting season for a freak like me. Even if you managed to clear my name, it's the court of public opinion that's the problem."

Steve pulled him into his arms, holding onto him tightly. Eddie's eyes flickered and he sighed when Steve began stroking his back.

"We're going to figure this, Eddie," Steve said. "Even if we have to leave town to Bonnie and Clyde our way up the Coast."

"I call dibs on being Bonnie," Eddie said and Steve laughed. "I think that I deserve this."

"What does that mean?" Steve asked.

"I'm such a screw up. I sell drugs -," Eddie said.

"So do pharmaceutical salesmen," Steve said.

"I am a third time senior," he replied.

"Everyone learns at their own pace, and everyone really needs to stop comparing each other," Steve said.

"Okay, I just left Chrissy there. I didn't do anything. . . I didn't even try to stop it," Eddie said, as he continued to cling to Steve.

"Can you think of anything that you could have done?" he asked.

"Well. . . no," he frowned.

"Then there's nothing that you could have done," Steve replied.

"I was such an asshole to Lucas," Eddie said.

"Well, I'm not even going to argue with that one because it's true," Steve said. "But you still don't deserve this. You're not responsible for all of this. This is happening because a few years ago, some asshole scientist decided to play God."

"When we get out of this, the first thing that I'm going to do is apologize to Lucas," Eddie sighed.

"I'll be there to see it," Steve said.

"I'm sorry for almost slitting your throat with a beer bottle," Eddie mumbled into his shoulder.

"Nothing to forgive there," Steve laughed.

"I think maybe I am freaking out about the whole being bisexual thing but like in a good way," Eddie said and sighed into his shoulder, moving his face to Steve's neck. "What are we doing again?"

"Well, it looks like you're molesting my best friend for one thing," Robin's broke them up. "It's okay, we'll wait if you guys need to take a minute to fuck."

"Really?" Eddie asked gleefully. "Well, you heard her, Stevie!"

"Okay, now I'm worried that you don't know that I was joking," Robin said.

"Literally another time and place," Steve grinned.

Eddie's arms were burning from being in Steve's arms and he had the sudden urge to fall into them again. There was a deep ache in his chest as he continued to walk towards Nancy's house with Steve. He looked over to see Steve's arm swinging loosely by his side. Eddie swallowed his fear and reached over, taking Steve's hand in his.

"You know, just in case we get lost," Eddie said.

"Good idea," Steve said and threaded his fingers through his.

"You know, Henderson really looks up to you. He said that you're a really good guy, and it just went against my entire Munson Doctrine. No way is Steve Harrington, not an asshole, but you are a good guy. A great guy," Eddie said. "I don't even care about what the shrimp thinks, but I guess I did get a little jealous."

"Henderson really said all of that?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, he also said you were a badass and you were like a brother to him," Eddie said. "I believe it now though. I never would have jumped in there to save your ass. I'm no hero. I'm a coward. I turn and run."

"Give yourself a break," Steve said. "I think there's more to you than you think there is. The first time I went through this, I turned and ran. I came back. When it's truly important, you'll be surprised at what you can do for the people you care about."

"You really think that I have it in me?" Eddie asked.

"Yes," Steve replied.

"Well, there's one thing that I know for sure," Eddie said. "You look really hot in my vest."

After they got to Nancy's, they discovered that the Upside Down was stuck on the day that Will Byers went missing meaning that the guns weren't there. They did discover a way to communicate with Dustin and in his very Dustin way, explained that there was a gate at each murder sites.

"Jesus Christ," Steve said when Dustin snapped at them. "This kid's got to get his ego in cheek."

"It's his tone. Right?" Eddie agreed.

"Jesus, sound more like his dads," Robin said.

"Well, we were going to make you godmother but since you have an attitude about it," Eddie said. "Nevermind."

"I'm sorry! Wait. . .Do I want to be Dustin Henderson's godmother?" Robin asked herself. "No, thanks, I'm just going to have to drop him off at the orphanage when you guys bite the dust."

"Nice, Buckley," Eddie grinned while Steve scoffed.

After they biked to Eddie's trailer, everything seemed to happen so fast. Vecna cursed Nancy and told her his plan for bringing the Upside Down into Hawkins. Nancy had to calm down in the bathroom before their plan to head to the War Zone to get guns to take down Vecna. Everyone was chilling in the living room, going over the plan. Eddie made eye contact with Steve and nodded his head towards the kitchen. He walked into the other room, smiling when Steve followed him.

"So," Eddie said, leaning against the sink. "I'm twenty years old and I've kissed someone only a handful of times. I've never kissed a guy though and I'm kind of scared that I'm going to die without ever knowing what it's like. Knowing my luck, it's going to be me."

"Don't talk like that, it's not going to be you," Steve said.

"You don't know that, Steve," Eddie replied. "If you don't want to kiss me. . . "

"I like you, Eddie, and I do want to kiss you," Steve said and paused. "I'm kind of scared myself."

He moved closer to Eddie, pressing himself up against him. He placed his hands on either side of his neck and slid them up to cup his cheeks. They moved together at the same time, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. It was nice and it definitely made Eddie feel all warm inside. Steve deepened the kiss for a moment before breaking it.

"Well?" Steve asked.

"Hm, I definitely felt something but just to be sure. . .maybe we should do it again," Eddie said. "You know, for science purposes."

"Hmm, yes, for science."

Eddie kissed him hungrily, bring him in by yanking on his hair. Steve wrapped his arms completely around his waist, bringing him as close as possible. Eddie slipped his tongue inside of Steve's mouth, moaning. In one quick swift movement, Steve lifted him and set him on the counter beside the sink. Eddie wrapped his legs around his waist, trying to get even closer. If they got any closer, they'd exist in the same exact space, Eddie thought in amusement. They broke the kiss again, leaning their foreheads together as they breathed heavily. Eddie glanced over Steve's shoulder and yelped. Steve turned to find Max sitting on the other end of the counter, swinging her legs and drinking a glass of water.

"How long were you there for?" Eddie asked.

"Long enough to know you use a lot of tongue," Max said casually.

"Uh, does it not bother you that I was kissing Steve?" Eddie asked.

Of course, Dustin decided to enter the kitchen at that moment.

"You were kissing Steve?!" Dustin shrieked with a grin.

"Jesus," Steve and Eddie sighed.

"Did I just hear right?" Lucas asked, coming in behind Dustin. "Eddie was kissing Steve?"

"Oh my God!" Eddie exclaimed.

Nancy had chosen at that moment to enter as well.

"You were kissing Steve?" Nancy asked.

"YES! I was kissing Steve! Does anyone have a problem with that?" Eddie said grumpily.

"No!" Everyone said quickly.

"While I don't have a problem with you mouth fucking our babysitter," Max said. "I do have a problem with you doing it on the counter where I make the sandwiches that I eat. So, thanks for that."

"Did you really have to say it like that?" Dustin asked. "Really?"

It was all downhill from there. Well, after they gathered in a clearing to prepare for battle, it was nice. For a moment, Eddie sat in Steve's lap in front of the RV and openly flirted with him. For a moment, Eddie felt confident that everything was going to be okay. It felt so final when he had to part ways with Steve, and he didn't want to leave him. Robin and Dustin literally had to pry him off of Steve. Could they blame him? He just got himself an amazing boyfriend. Wait, was Steve his boyfriend?

He didn't have time to freak out over that because once they got the trailer ready, it was time for the most metal concert in the history of concerts. As he played, he thought of Chrissy, and he thought of Steve, who was out there, taking down Vecna. After he celebrated with Dustin, they successfully kept the bats out. Then he was pushing Dustin through the gate. As Eddie was climbing up the rope, he thought of Chrissy again, and he thought of Steve. He couldn't let Steve become like Chrissy. The next thing he knew, he was dying in Dustin's arms. I'm sorry, kid.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Holy shit. Eddie opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. Was he alive? He was fucking alive. How in the hell did that happen? Eddie groaned. Oh, everything hurt. What the fuck? Oh, yeah, the bats chowed down on him like he was a buffet.

"Eddie?" he heard Steve ask.

Eddie grinned and looked over at the angel standing beside his bed. He looked cleaner than when he last saw him, in a fresh polo and jeans. Steve was holding his vest in his arms.

"You'd look hotter if you were wearing my vest, big boy," Eddie said.

"Boy," he heard his uncle's voice and he looked over to find him sitting on the other side of his bed.

"Oh, hey, Uncle Wayne," Eddie said cheerfully. "I like boys now."

"Yeah, I figured. Steve here wouldn't leave you for anything," Wayne said. "I had to threaten to shoot your boyfriend to get himself checked out."

"Boyfriend?" Eddie asked. "Are you my boyfriend?"

"Son, you better say yes," Wayne said, staring at him.

"Okay, even if your uncle wasn't here trying to scare me. . . unsuccessfully, I might add. . . I would still say yes," Steve chuckled.

"Oh, my boyfriend found out your secret, Uncle Wayne! You're not actually scary," Eddie laughed.

"Neither are you, son," Wayne said.

"What? Stevie, defend my honor!" Eddie exclaimed. "Tell him how scary I am."

"You're very scary, baby," Steve said.

"You lying ass," Wayne scoffed.

"By the way, I told you that it wouldn't be you. Also, the real reason that Metallica caught my eye was Kirk Hammett," Steve said, and Eddie laughed.

"You know, I was told by someone that I kind of remind them of Kirk," Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, don't you know, Eds?" Wayne asked. "Kirk is your biological daddy."

"What?! Really?!" Eddie shrieked.

"No."

"Fuck you, old man!"

Once Eddie was checked out by the doctors, Eddie made sure the first thing that happened was that Lucas was his first official visitor and apologized for not postponing Hellfire, for implying that he was going to the Darkside. He also made sure that the others apologized as well for not supporting Lucas either and told them that they were more than welcome to tell him to shove it when he was being an ass. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt secure in the knowledge that he would never be his father. . . that he had done more than his father has ever done or ever will do.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #bisexual eddie munson #bi eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bi4bi

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tetralea · 1 year

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What about #76: “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

😉😘

Hiii!!! Omg, I couldn’t resist, thank you for sending this.

It might connect to my last blurb, but stands on its own too. 🥰

Deciding to live in a shared accommodation was great, really. It was amazing. They all had their separate rooms, their little spare spaces but shared a kitchen with a little dining area, thank fuck two bathrooms and a living room.

Max liked it very much, living with Lando, Daniel, Mick and Charles was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

Right now it was the later. He just wanted some cereals, really. And milk. Maybe a glass of water, not a massive erection. He wasn’t sure about the how’s and why’s of the change in their living arrangements with Charles. The monegasque was admittedly beautiful and too hot for his own good, so their first time could have been on a whim. Charles offered and Max was mad not to take it. It was casual, it was fun, it felt fucking amazing.

Actually kissing and touching Charles, not mentioning anything else he did to the brunette might have been addicting. That was the only viable explanation, Max decided. It was all his fault, of those pretty hips, that broad back, round shoulders, strong abs and pretty smile, which was all on display right in front of him. In the kitchen.

There should have been house rules to prevent this. Charles should have been banned from running around in shorts only in the common areas. But no, he was standing right there, leaning to the counter, sipping his smoothie, that green disgust he insisted was good and healthy for him. Right next to the fridge, where the milk was.

Max took a deep breath, stepping next to him, grabbing the metal handle and pulling. Cool air poured out. “Why are you not wearing clothes?” He asked while grabbing the milk and let the door close with a loud thud.

“I am home.” Charles shrugged, his green eyes carefully following Max’s every move, a glint in his eyes which really shouldn’t have been there so early.

“It’s our shared kitchen.” Max argued, pouring the milk, his hand shaking for a second. He tried to keep his head down and not stare at the way Charles licked his pink lips, hollowing his cheeks around the straw as he finished the green monster.

“Part of the house, non?” He pushed himself off of the wooden counter, his hands sliding in his pockets. Max didn’t think much about it. Not until he looked up just a little. Charles was now standing next to him, his flat stomach just filling Max’s vision, and he couldn’t not remember the way he kissed all the moles on the smooth skin a few nights ago.

He spilled the milk, fucking hell.

“Wow, careful there, milk is expensive.” Charles cried, like it was not entirely his fault, yet he didn’t move to help Max out or try to clean up the while liquid.

“You know-“ Max started, wanting to reach to the cloth to soak the milk up, wanting to clean it, for real, before his brain short circuited. Like it wasn’t enough that Charles stood unreasonably close, like he didn’t feel the body heat radiating from him, like he didn’t wish to reach out and grab his hips, to push him to the counter, to kiss him like he wanted to fuck the life out of him. But no, apparently to Charles it wasn’t. The little shit. He waited, until Max’s full attention was on him, until nothing else filled the blonde’s vision but his impossible not the desire body, he pushed his hands down a bit. The hands which were still in his pocket, effectively pushing his pants just by a little, just enough to reveal the end of that little happy trail, making some trimmed black hair appear, leaving his pants hanging too low.

“Holly fuck.” The murmur was mixed with a choked back moan. This fucking man was a menace. “Are you for real?” Max raised an eyebrow, his cheeks heating up rapidly, lips dry, his brain desperately trying to process what he was seeing.

Charles was looking at him, like he was expecting this, like he planned this, like he wanted even more than that and it was now entirely up to Max. And he was dammed.

With one swift motion Charles was pressed back against the counter, one hand steadying themselves, the other circling around Max’s back, to pull him closer, while the blonde kissed him with fever. Biting and sucking on those pretty lips, opening them up with his tongue, licking into Charles mouth like he was only Max’s to claim.

A knee landed between Charles’ legs pinning him to the hard surface of their counter, giving his starting hard on a twitch.

After he was sure they won’t fall Charles let go, his hands snaking under the soft sleep shirt Max was wearing, to explore the soft skin underneath, to feel Max more, better, closer.

“You planned this.” There came the realisation, between two heated kiss, between two bites, between sanity and madness.

There was a soft humm. “I did.” Charles was so pleased, maybe with himself, maybe with how his plan worked, maybe with the way Max’s mouth kissed and sucked his neck, shivers running down his spine. He sounded smug and Max got just a little annoyed with his not so long, pretty unhinged fuck partner. The little shit.

He wasn’t sure what made him madder the fact that Charles played him so easily, that he fell for it this easily or because he really was in trouble if he got so rilled so quickly by so little teasing.

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” Max warned, leaving a hickey next to the pretty mole on Charles neck, low enough to hide it, high enough to make it visible sometimes. His thigh moved, rubbing against the sheer material of the short, making Charles hiss and whimper, his head falling onto Max’s shoulder. A beautiful mix of sounds.

“Don’t hold back.” Max had to stop and lift his head to look into the stormy, blown green eyes. “Everyone is at class, it’s only us for at least two hours.” Charles reasoned, eyes rolling back, lips parting, as he rolled his hips, his needy cock against Max’s thigh, pleading. “Max.”

The blonde could only stare. He really planned this. It calmed Max somehow, knowing he wasn’t the only one desperate and so easy in this relationship, if it was any.

For a second he tried to think, but how could he when Charles was right there, offering him what he yearned for since their last time together, sweet and hot and easy, like the devil himself. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He couldn’t think, he didn’t want to.

His lips found their way back and Charles opened his easily, eagerly, whimpering to the touch. His hand slid into the soft brown hair, and the other into those slutty shorts, grabbing that pretty ass, pushing themselves closer.

“But you’ll clean up all the mess.” He bit the sensitive neck, now both hands in Charles’ pants, grabbing and massaging the soft flesh. “The one I made, and the one you’ll make soon.”

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #prompts #lestappen smut #smut

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super-unpredictable98 · 1 year

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Comes in Waves (The Clinic AU)

Pairing: Shane x Reader

Word Count: 990

Warning: Strong language, needles

a/n: NEW CHARACTER ALERT! It took me a while to bring you guys someone new, but here he is. Keeping my promise to write for all of Rob's characters at least once, here's Shane who stole our hearts in only a little over 6 minutes.

(Masterlist)

"Hey, do you have zinc left?" A voice behind you called.

"Yeah, pick a colour," you chuckled, pointing at your backpack while you carefully waxed your board.

Shane wasn't a stranger, but he also wasn't exactly your friend. He was more like an acquaintance, you bumped into each other sometimes at the Aileens and maybe talked for a minute or two, but so far that was it.

He was a nice guy, weirdly strong for how skinny he looked, and although his hair was definitely influenced by 2000s emo boy bands, he wasn't bad looking. In fact, you caught yourself looking forward to seeing him at times, not that you ever said anything.

"Oh shit…" Shane muttered, seeing the time on your phone when he tried to find the zinc.

"Everything okay?" You asked, suddenly worried he saw something you didn't even know you had in your bag. Your mind went through the endless possibilities from used condoms to dead rat, from bloody pads to human remains, maybe drugs or a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey.

"I forgot to take my insulin," he sighed, grabbing his own backpack to check if he even brought it.

"You're diabetic?" You mused. You felt stupid for not knowing, but it's not like the subject would've come up in conversation between you two.

"Mmhm," he nodded, taking the pen injector out and smiling. "Oh thank God I don't have to go all the way back home."

Although he seemed relieved to have found the medication, his face also clearly let his worry show. Even after a couple years of his diagnosis, Shane still wasn't so good at injecting himself and he was still quite scared of needles, which left him embarrassed whenever he had to do it in public.

He scrunched up his nose and looked at the applicator as if considering if that was a good idea or if he should just go home and ask for his mother's help again. On a good day, it took him about fifteen minutes just to get the nerve to do it, but he was already past his time and truly didn't wanna seem like a wimp in front of you.

"What is it?" You finally asked.

"Um… nothing."

"Are you scared?"

"I'm just not a fan of needles, that's all," Shane chuckled nervously, trying to sound as chill as possible.

You wanted to smile, it was adorable the way his voice faltered a little and how he tried to seem so nonchalant about the whole thing when he was clearly shaking like a leaf.

"You know, my little sister is diabetic, I've done this for her a few times, do you want me to try?" You offered without even thinking first. You were not that intimate, but somehow you just couldn't watch him struggle and do nothing about it.

"Really? Would you?" His face lit up.

"Yeah, no problem," you assured.

When he turned around for you to unzip his suit though, then you realized what you were doing and all the blood rushed to your face. You reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down, exposing his back and his (quite nice) shoulders.

He pulled the suit off and you were able to see the lean muscles on his arms, the discreet treasure trail that started on his navel, and the adorable mole he had near his collarbone.

"Everything alright?" He asked this time noticing how you were paralyzed just staring.

"S-sure, sorry, I was just trying to remember if I locked the door when I left," you spewed the first bullshit excuse that popped into your head. "Can I do it?"

"Please," he set the right dosage and handed you the injector along with the little disinfectant tissue to clean the area before.

"Alright, look at me, don't focus on that," you instructed as you carefully wiped a spot on the side of his stomach. "When did you start surfing, Shane?"

"Well, I-" he flinched when he felt the needle approaching his skin, pulling away from you and almost making you laugh. "Sorry, I'll stay still."

"It's okay, just focus on the story," you encouraged, moving as fast as you could while still trying to do things swiftly enough for him not to notice.

"I started when I was ten, I saw Green Iguana and really wanted to do it myself," Shane started, not even realizing as you punctured his skin and pressed the top. "I didn't have lessons or anything, I just borrowed my mate's board and watched lots of videos for beginners, he helped me a little too…"

"All done," you put the cover back on the pen and gave it back to him. "But I'd love to hear more about how you started."

"Jesus, you really are good at that!" He gasped, looking down at his stomach in awe. "How did you do it so fast?"

"A magician never reveals their tricks," you teased. "Besides, if I tell you, you'll never ask me to do it again."

"Do it again?" Shane repeated, a little puzzled by the suggestion.

"Come on, the waves are looking great right now," you took your board before he could think more about the implications of what you just said.

"Wait! Wait, you really don't mind doing this for me?" Shane asked, taking his board as well and following you to the ocean.

You shook your head, involuntarily letting your eyes linger a little too long on his naked chest, which certainly made you blush once again.

"How about I thank you?" He finally seemed to understand why you were so flustered every time you two met and he had to admit he also felt that way. "We can grab something to eat on the way back, my treat."

"I'll think about it," you smirked before taking off and jumping in the water. "But you'll have to catch me first!"

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Daenerys VI (Chapter 36)

Ser Barristan wrinkled up his nose, and said, "Your Grace should not be here, breathing these black humors."

"I am the blood of the dragon," Dany reminded him. "Have you ever seen a dragon with the flux?" Viserys had oft claimed that Targaryens were untroubled by the pestilences that afflicted common men, and so far as she could tell, it was true. She could remember being cold and hungry and afraid, but never sick.

She's such a clown.

Later on we'll have to figure out whether Daenerys has the bloody flux (pale mare) or not. The above + the following,

. . . three mounts must you ride . . . one to bed and one to dread and one to love . . . - Daenerys IV, ACOK

suggests she might become infected.

Not to worry, she won't die from it or anything. Where's the fun in that?

+.+.+

Jhogo rode before her, Aggo and Rakharo just behind, long Dothraki whips in hand to keep away the sick and dying.

Handy! Nice they got to keep those.

+.+.+

"Mother," they called to her, in the dialects of Astapor, Lys, and Old Volantis, in guttural Dothraki and the liquid syllables of Qarth, even in the Common Tongue of Westeros. "Mother, please … mother, help my sister, she is sick … give me food for my little ones … please, my old father … help him … help her … help me …"

I have no more help to give, Dany thought, despairing.

Pretty blatant mirror to Jon's trip to Mole's Town.

There's one small difference, only one is being treated like a Messiah.

+.+.+

Little children with swollen stomachs trailed after them, too weak or scared to beg. Gaunt men with sunken eyes squatted amidst sand and stones, shitting out their lives in stinking streams of brown and red. Many shat where they slept now, too feeble to crawl to the ditches she'd commanded them to dig. Two women fought over a charred bone. Nearby a boy of ten stood eating a rat. He ate one-handed, the other clutching a sharpened stick lest anyone try to wrest away his prize. Unburied dead lay everywhere. Dany saw one man sprawled in the dirt under a black cloak, but as she rode past his cloak dissolved into a thousand flies. Skeletal women sat upon the ground clutching dying infants. Their eyes followed her. Those who had the strength called out. "Mother … please, Mother … bless you, Mother …"

Well that's horrifying.

+.+.+

By the time Aggo returned with Grey Worm and fifty of the Unsullied loping behind his horse, Dany had shamed all of them into helping her. Symon Stripeback and his men were pulling the living from the dead and stacking up the corpses, while Jhogo and Rakharo and their Dothraki helped those who could still walk toward the shore to bathe and wash their clothes. Aggo stared at them as if they had all gone mad, but Grey Worm knelt beside the queen and said, "This one would be of help."

No criticism here. She feeds them and burns the dead when every one of her counselors advised against it.

+.+.+

When Daenerys returned to her pyramid, sore of limb and sick of heart, she found Missandei reading some old scroll whilst Irri and Jhiqui argued about Rakharo.

Strange little detail.

+.+.+

"You are too skinny for him," Jhiqui was saying. "You are almost a boy. Rakharo does not bed with boys. This is known." Irri bristled back. "It is known that you are almost a cow. Rakharo does not bed with cows."

"Rakharo is blood of my blood. His life belongs to me, not you," Dany told the two of them.

Nobody belongs to you, dipshit.

Why are you being territorial over a guy you don't care about?

+.+.+

Rakharo had grown almost half a foot during his time away from Meereen and returned with arms and legs thick with muscle and four bells in his hair. He towered over Aggo and Jhogo now, as her handmaids had both noticed.

Unreliable narrator George R. R. Martin. The author has managed to mix up his Dothraki bloodriders.

Credit to @aegor-bamfsteel for pointing out this blunder.

Jhogo is the youth.

Jhogo edged back, his hand on his arakh. He was a youth of sixteen years, whip-thin, fearless, quick to laugh, with the faint shadow of his first mustachio on his upper lip. - Daenerys VIII, AGOT

Rakharo is already a man.

Rakharo snorted contempt through his drooping black mustachios. - Daenerys III, ACOK

I'm not sure how a mistake like this is possible when he's given them such complex characterizations.

+.+.+

"This one heard the Astapori scratching at the walls last night," the little scribe said as she was washing Dany's back.

Irri and Jhiqui exchanged a look. "No one was scratching," said Jhiqui. "Scratching … how could they scratch?"

"With their hands," said Missandei. "The bricks are old and crumbling. They are trying to claw their way into the city."

"This would take them many years," said Irri. "The walls are very thick. This is known."

"It is known," agreed Jhiqui.

"I dream of them as well." Dany took Missandei's hand. "The camp is a good half-mile from the city, my sweetling. No one was scratching at the walls."

"Your Grace knows best," said Missandei.

The dragons are trying to claw their way out! They want to escape!

🌺 symbolism 🌺

For a moment he saw only the blackened arches of the bricks above, scorched by dragonflame. A trickle of ash caught his eye, betraying movement. Something pale, half-hidden, stirring. He's made himself a cave, the prince realized. A burrow in the brick. The foundations of the Great Pyramid of Meereen were massive and thick to support the weight of the huge structure overhead; even the interior walls were three times thicker than any castle's curtain walls. But Viserion had dug himself a hole in them with flame and claw, a hole big enough to sleep in. - The Dragontamer, ADWD

Rhaegal, still chained, was gnawing on the carcass of a bull. The bones on the floor of the pit were deeper than the last time she had been down here, and the walls and floors were black and grey, more ash than brick. They would not hold much longer … but behind them was only earth and stone. Can dragons tunnel through rock, like the firewyrms of old Valyria? She hoped not. - Daenerys VIII, ADWD

+.+.+

"Shall I wash your hair? It is almost time. Reznak mo Reznak and the Green Grace are coming to discuss—"

"—the wedding preparations." Dany sat up with a splash. "I had almost forgotten." Perhaps I wanted to forget. "And after them, I am to dine with Hizdahr." She sighed. "Irri, bring the green tokar, the silk one fringed with Myrish lace."

"That one is being repaired, Khaleesi. The lace was torn. The blue tokar has been cleaned."

"Blue, then. They will be just as pleased."

Should she be wearing green in the presence of Galazza Galare?

Across the pit the Graces sat in flowing robes of many colors, clustered around the austere figure of Galazza Galare, who alone amongst them wore the green. - Daenerys IX, ADWD

+.+.+

The priestess and the seneschal were happy to see her garbed in a tokar, a proper Meereenese lady for once, but what they really wanted was to strip her bare. Daenerys heard them out, incredulous. When they were done, she said, "I have no wish to give offense, but I will not present myself naked to Hizdahr's mother and sisters."

"But," said Reznak mo Reznak, blinking, "but you must, Your Worship. Before a marriage it is traditional for the women of the man's house to examine the bride's womb and, ah … her female parts. To ascertain that they are well formed and, ah …"

"… fertile," finished Galazza Galare. "An ancient ritual, Your Radiance. Three Graces shall be present to witness the examination and say the proper prayers."

"Yes," said Reznak, "and afterward there is a special cake. A women's cake, baked only for betrothals. Men are not allowed to taste it. I am told it is delicious. Magical."

And if my womb is withered and my female parts accursed, is there a special cake for that as well? "Hizdahr zo Loraq may inspect my women's parts after we are wed." Khal Drogo found no fault with them, why should he? "Let his mother and his sisters examine one another and share the special cake. I shall not be eating it. Nor shall I wash the noble Hizdahr's noble feet."

I'm torn.

I don't blame her at all for not wanting to observe these specific traditions.

On the other hand, I remember this girl enthusiastically eating a raw stallion heart and fucking Khal Drogo with an audience to immerse herself into Dothraki culture.

I won't touch this one, how about that?

+.+.+

"Magnificence, you do not understand," protested Reznak. "The washing of the feet is hallowed by tradition. It signifies that you shall be your husband's handmaid. The wedding garb is fraught with meaning too. The bride is dressed in dark red veils above a tokar of white silk, fringed with baby pearls."

The queen of the rabbits must not be wed without her floppy ears. "All those pearls will make me rattle when I walk."

"The pearls symbolize fertility. The more pearls Your Worship wears, the more healthy children she will bear."

"Why would I want a hundred children?"

That's the thing about Daenerys Targaryen,

Afterward, as Jhiqui was patting Daenerys dry, Irri approached with her tokar. Dany envied the Dothraki maids their loose sandsilk trousers and painted vests. They would be much cooler than her in her tokar, with its heavy fringe of baby pearls. "Help me wind this round myself, please. I cannot manage all these pearls by myself."

[...]

"Have my silver saddled. I would not go to my lord husband upon the backs of bearers."

"Your Grace," said Missandei, "this one is so sorry, but you cannot ride in a tokar."

The little scribe was right, as she so often was. The tokar was not a garment meant for horseback. Dany made a face. - Daenerys VII, ADWD

she's only a mother to dragons.

+.+.+

Dany turned to the Green Grace. "If we should wed by Westerosi rites …"

"The gods of Ghis would deem it no true union."

I hope the old gods reach the same verdict.

+.+.+

Galazza Galare's face was hidden behind a veil of green silk. Only her eyes showed, green and wise and sad. "In the eyes of the city you would be the noble Hizdahr's concubine, not his lawful wedded wife. Your children would be bastards. Your Worship must marry Hizdahr in the Temple of the Graces, with all the nobility of Meereen on hand to bear witness to your union."

Get the heads of all the noble houses out of their pyramids on some pretext, Daario had said. The dragon's words are fire and blood. Dany pushed the thought aside.

+.+.+

"One more small matter, Your Worship," said Reznak. "To celebrate your nuptials, it would be most fitting if you would allow the fighting pits to open once again. It would be your wedding gift to Hizdahr and to your loving people, a sign that you had embraced the ancient ways and customs of Meereen."

"And most pleasing to the gods as well," the Green Grace added in her soft and kindly voice.

A bride price paid in blood. Daenerys was weary of fighting this battle. Even Ser Barristan did not think she could win. "No ruler can make a people good," Selmy had told her. "Baelor the Blessed prayed and fasted and built the Seven as splendid a temple as any gods could wish for, yet he could not put an end to war and want."

This guy might be the worst.

How does praying, fasting, and building a new temple help anyone? You bootlicking ham.

+.+.+

Dany told him of her meeting with Reznak and the Green Grace as she was pouring wine for him. "These rituals are empty," Hizdahr declared, "just the sort of thing we must sweep aside. Meereen has been steeped in these foolish old traditions for too long." He kissed her hand and said, "Daenerys, my queen, I will gladly wash you from head to heel if that is what I must do to be your king and consort."

He does.

The Graces brought forth an ivory chair and a golden bowl. Holding her tokar daintily so as not to tread upon its fringes, Daenerys Targaryen eased herself onto the chair's plush velvet seat, and Hizdahr zo Loraq went to his knees, unlaced her sandals, and washed her feet whilst fifty eunuchs sang and ten thousand eyes looked on. He has gentle hands, she mused, as warm fragrant oils ran between her toes. If he has a gentle heart as well, I may grow fond of him in time. - Daenerys VII, ADWD

Good on him.

As far as political marriages go, Hizdahr doesn't seem half bad.

+.+.+

Hizdahr crossed his long legs. He looked pleased with himself. "Yunkai will give us peace, but for a price. The disruption of the slave trade has caused great injury throughout the civilized world. Yunkai and her allies will require an indemnity of us, to be paid in gold and gemstones."

Gold and gems were easy. "What else?"

"The Yunkai'i will resume slaving, as before. Astapor will be rebuilt, as a slave city. You will not interfere."

"The Yunkai'i resumed their slaving before I was two leagues from their city. Did I turn back? King Cleon begged me to join with him against them, and I turned a deaf ear to his pleas. I want no war with Yunkai. How many times must I say it? What promises do they require?"

Major concession, but like she points out, it's a concession she already made.

You can be anti-slavery and still acknowledge this is a necessary step if she's to achieve long-term systemic change and peace.

+.+.+

"Be that as it may, they do not trust you. The men of New Ghis feel the same. Words are wind, as you yourself have so oft said. No words of yours will secure this peace for Meereen. Your foes require deeds. They would see us wed, and they would see me crowned as king, to rule beside you."

Dany filled his wine cup again, wanting nothing so much as to pour the flagon over his head and drown his complacent smile. "Marriage or carnage. A wedding or a war. Are those my choices?"

Am I supposed to feel bad for her? Is this supposed to feel like some great sacrifice that isn't totally standard within a feudal society?

Catelyn // Lysa // Sansa // Arya // Cersei // Myrcella // Margaery // Arianne // Asha

With the exception of Lysa's second marriage, do you see a single woman here who picked her husband?

Hizdahr zo Loraq is not gay, or a drunken abusive adulterer, or a dying corpse, or a psychopath, or 450lbs, or Tyrion Lannister. I think I'll save my tears on this one.

+.+.+

"Your Grace," he said, bowing, "I am sorry to disturb you, but I thought that you would want to know at once. The Stormcrows have returned to the city, with word of the foe. The Yunkishmen are on the march, just as we had feared."

A flicker of annoyance crossed the noble face of Hizdahr zo Loraq. "The queen is at her supper. These sellswords can wait."

Ser Barristan ignored him. "I asked Lord Daario to make his report to me, as Your Grace had commanded. He laughed and said that he would write it out in his own blood if Your Grace would send your little scribe to show him how to make the letters."

Looks like you have a choice to make! Hizdahr or the sellsword.

+.+.+

"Blood?" said Dany, horrified. "Is that a jape? No. No, don't tell me, I must see him for myself." She was a young girl, and alone, and young girls can change their minds. "Convene my captains and commanders. Hizdahr, I know you will forgive me."

"Meereen must come first." Hizdahr smiled genially. "We will have other nights. A thousand nights."

"Ser Barristan will show you out." Dany hurried off, calling for her handmaids. She would not welcome her captain home in a tokar. In the end she tried a dozen gowns before she found one she liked, but she refused the crown that Jhiqui offered her.

Yeah, thought so.

You are either a young girl or a queen. You don't get to be both.

+.+.+

"You're hurt," she gasped.

"This?" Daario touched his temple. "A crossbowman tried to put a quarrel through my eye, but I outrode it. I was hurrying home to my queen, to bask in the warmth of her smile."

Bella Bergolts

+.+.+

"This blood is not mine. One of my serjeants said we should go over to the Yunkai'i, so I reached down his throat and pulled his heart out. I meant to bring it to you as a gift for my silver queen, but four of the Cats cut me off and came snarling and spitting after me. One almost caught me, so I threw the heart into his face."

I don't believe this story.

+.+.+

"Very gallant," said Ser Barristan, in a tone that suggested it was anything but, "but do you have tidings for Her Grace?"

"Hard tidings, Ser Grandfather. Astapor is gone, and the slavers are coming north in strength."

Is she going to let that slide?

+.+.+

"More turncloaks?"

"More brave men drawn to your noble cause. My queen will like them. One is an axeman from the Basilisk Isles, a brute, bigger than Belwas. You should see him. Some Westerosi too, a score or more. Deserters from the Windblown, unhappy with the Yunkai'i. They'll make good Stormcrows."

It's Quentyn!

Is that big brute with an axe supposed to remind me of Victarion?

+.+.+

Ser Barristan frowned at Daario. "Captain, you made mention of four free companies. We know of only three. The Windblown, the Long Lances, and the Company of the Cat."

"Ser Grandfather knows how to count. The Second Sons have gone over to the Yunkai'i." Daario turned his head and spat. "That's for Brown Ben Plumm. When next I see his ugly face I will open him from throat to groin and rip out his black heart."

Dany tried to speak and found no words. She remembered Ben's face the last time she had seen it. It was a warm face, a face I trusted. Dark skin and white hair, the broken nose, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Even the dragons had been fond of old Brown Ben, who liked to boast that he had a drop of dragon blood himself. Three treasons will you know. Once for gold and once for blood and once for love. Was Plumm the third treason, or the second? And what did that make Ser Jorah, her gruff old bear? Would she never have a friend that she could trust? What good are prophecies if you cannot make sense of them? If I marry Hizdahr before the sun comes up, will all these armies melt away like morning dew and let me rule in peace?

I'd caution against trusting men the dragons are fond of. :)

How would Brown Ben Plumm be her treason for love? She's so bad at this, it's astounding.

Brown Ben Plumm could be her treason for gold, but let's be real - he's not.

Ser Grandfather knows how to count.

Barristan's been teleported back to Joffrey and Cersei's court. Good.

+.+.+

"Continue as we planned. Gather food, as much as you can." If I look back I am lost. "We must close the gates and put every fighting man upon the walls. No one enters, no one leaves."

The hall was quiet for a moment. The men looked at one another. Then Reznak said, "What of the Astapori?"

She wanted to scream, to gnash her teeth and tear her clothes and beat upon the floor. Instead she said, "Close the gates. Will you make me say it thrice?" They were her children, but she could not help them now. "Leave me. Daario, remain. That cut should be washed, and I have more questions for you."

I'm not sure I can criticize her for this. Abandoning the common folk is normally frowned upon, but the bloody flux complicates this.

I don't know, how do you guys feel about it?

+.+.+

"Your clothes are stained with blood," she told Daario. "Take them off."

"Only if you do the same." He kissed her.

His hair smelled of blood and smoke and horse, and his mouth was hard and hot on hers. Dany trembled in his arms. When they broke apart, she said, "I thought you would be the one to betray me. Once for blood and once for gold and once for love, the warlocks said. I thought … I never thought Brown Ben. Even my dragons seemed to trust him."

The story's not over yet, Daenerys.

Even my dragons seemed to trust him.

Oh no, repeated. Jon? Euron?

+.+.+

She clutched her captain by the shoulders. "Promise me that you will never turn against me. I could not bear that. Promise me."

"Never, my love."

That was not a promise.

+.+.+

She believed him.

How can I question someone with such great intuition?

+.+.+

"I swore that I should wed Hizdahr zo Loraq if he gave me ninety days of peace, but now … I wanted you from the first time that I saw you, but you were a sellsword, fickle, treacherous. You boasted that you'd had a hundred women."

"A hundred?" Daario chuckled through his purple beard. "I lied, sweet queen. It was a thousand. But never once a dragon."

She raised her lips to his. "What are you waiting for?"

Fitting his beard switched to purple.

The fandom downplays how truly awful Daario is, and how damning this is to her character.

Final thoughts:

Let's assume two things.

Daenerys and Euron clash before Daenerys meets Jon.

Jon loses an eye before meeting Daenerys.

Would she not be incredibly triggered by his eyepatch? I need this.

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#operation stumpy re-read #adwd #daenerys vi

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woah look at that im asking myself a question!! Hey me! Can we do an nsfw alphabet for foggy nelson?

yes we can!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

my darling, sweet, soft, golden retiver boy. He'll kiss every part of you until you feel loved, massage you, cuddle you, and clean you for however long it takes.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves your stomach. Loves to plant little kisses everywhere. [Especially if you have freckles, moles, birthmarks, ect. He'll trace them and connect them with his finger, gently kissing them all one by one.]

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he's too scared to cum in you, so he asks what you prefer. Although, if it were up to him, he wouldn't cum at all. He's scared of getting you messy. It makes him nervous.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

lives for you neck kisses. Really wants you to sit on his chest. Loves when you sit on his lap while playing video games. You once hummed him to sleep and he's been chasing that high ever since. Loves when you remember what foods he's likes and you bring him little snacks at work.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not very experienced. You were the first real sex he'd ever had. He'd always attempted parties in high-school and collage, made out with a few girls, experienced a one or two boys, but nothing he ever saw himself marring. You both learn along the way

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he likes spooning you. He loves being gentle with you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the silliest of boys. He likes to tickle you sometimes. He thinks it's funny to catch you off guard. He trys to keep his composure but it's just In his blood to goof off

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's well kempt, does his best to shave whenever he can, mostly because hes afraid of you finding him gross if he doesn't.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he kisses trail all over your body, always tell you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to a lot in high-school, but he never really had time for it now.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

loves being treated like a puppy [in a caring way]. Like when you pet him and tell him he's doing a good job. Tell him he's a good boy. He kills to call you mommy/daddy. He really likes licking, kissing, or nibbling on your thighs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom is a classic but he likes the idea of you and him in his office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

squeezing him from behind. Like if he's making a cup of coffee and you come up from behind him and place your hands on his hips- Insta boner. When you whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

hurt you. Or do role play that insinuates hurting you or you being kidnapped. Will not participate in non-con

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He used to love racing but after you taught him the art of giving? He's been all over you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow. He's slow and sensual all the way. He listens to every command you give so he'll speed up if you ask, but he always starts slow and soft.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves them. Loves the thrill of it all, all of the adrenaline. He likes when you suck him off right before a meeting

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's willing to learn. He's nervous as fuck but he's excited to be there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2 or 3 rounds for maybe 20 minutes

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he's never used any toys on himself before. He's scared he's doing it wrong. He's tried to use them on you before but he was shaking. You ended up guiding his hands. He loves when you help him like that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves teasing you. Right before you two go anywhere he'll tease you with a little suggestion or compliment your outfit and how sexy it is.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud. Not a screamer, just a loud grunter. If he's subbing he's a loud whimper

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves when you sit him down like your teaching him a lesson. Lives when you talk about your special interest [my special interest is science- istfg I could talk to him about newton's laws of motion for hours]

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 ½ inches. Girth, not many veins.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hes pretty normal. He's a bit more excited about this than you are but it's like seeing a puppy getting its first treat.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost directly after he's doen caring for you. He's over it as soon as you're asleep. He's tired and he wants to cuddle.

#daredevil #foggy nelson #Alphabet #golden retriver boyfriend #puppy sub #puppy bf #good boy #Msub

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Could you do prompt 32 with dom!reader? Thank you!

💓💓💓💓

Steve’s face is warm as you kiss him hungrily, your hands cupping his cheeks, straddling his waist. It’s a bit late to be making out, but neither of you mind much. Anytime is a good time to make out with him, if you’re being honest.

He moans softly when you bite his bottom lip, your hands traveling down from his face to his shoulders, then down his chest, and finally at his waist. You tug at his shirt, pulling back. “Can I take this off, baby?”

Steve leans back and pulls his shirt over his head as an answer, discarding it somewhere on the floor of your bedroom. You smile into the kiss when he pulls you back in the second he gets it off, placing his hands on your shoulders to pull you closer.

“So pretty.” You whisper, kissing down his jaw, sucking a bruise into his neck. He whimpers, tilts his head back to give you more access. You mark him up a bit, sinking a few lovebites into his skin, making his stomach flutter.

You grind your hips down into his when you catch his lips again, making him suck in a harsh breath. You’ve been gentle with him so far, and the switch of energy makes his head fog. He ruts up into you slightly and your nails dig into his waist.

Your lips trail south, crawling down to the edge of the bed, pushing him back as you pepper quick kisses down his stomach, stopping a few times to kiss the moles scattered across his body. Steve whimpers and blushes as you do so, feeling oh, so loved. Once you get to the edge of the bed, you bring a hand up to stroke him through his tented boxers.

“Oh,” He gasps, bucking up into the touch. You tug on the hem of his underwear and snap it back, gaining his attention. He lifts his head a little to look back down at you, and nods quickly, getting the hint. You smile and peel them off, dragging them down his long legs slowly. He lets out a soft noise of anticipation, letting his head fall back down.

“Such a pretty cock, too.” You hum, stroking him again, fingers wrapped around the base. He’s slick with precum, your hand easily sliding along it. “Don’t you think so?”

Steve’s panting, blushing, the praise making his cock twitch. “Y-Yes—so—ohmygod-” He stammers, moaning when you get your mouth on him, kitten licking the tip.

You suck on the head, red and sensitive. You drag your tongue up the shaft before taking him in. He cries out, rutting up into your mouth, making you gag. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t into him fucking your face, but you definitely are.

Despite that, you pull back to shush him, sliding your hand up his inner thigh, gently kneading. “Not too loud, you don’t want to wake up the neighbors, do you?” You say, remembering it must be well over one in the morning. He shakes his head, shakily huffing out, “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good boy.” You coo before sinking back down onto him. You swirl your tongue around his cock, licking a stripe up his length. You wrap your fingers around his base, moving your fingers in sync with the sucking of your mouth and he groans loudly, back arching.

You have to pull back again, fingers pressing into his thigh harder. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” He gasps out, chest pink and heaving. “I just—you’re so good at this, it’s hard.” He whines pathetically, and you can’t say his desperate noises aren’t turning you on. Even though you’d love to let him shout your name, you’d also love for the neighbors to not send out a noise complaint in the morning,

“You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping. If you don’t shut up, though, I might consider doing just that.”

Steve lets out a soft breath of frustration, but compiles anyway, reaching behind him to grab a pillow. Satisfied, you engulf him again, going deeper this time. You gag on his length again, your mouth making wet noises, and he almost screams, shoving his face into the pillow.

“I’m c-close.” He whines. You breathe out from your nose before fully deepthroating him, letting him buck up into your mouth, holding back your gags. The pillow pressed against his face barely does anything to muffle his sob of pleasure when he comes.

You continue to suck as he releases into your mouth, coaxing him through it. Once he’s done, you swallow and pull off, your jaw a little sore. You crawl up back to him, smiling at his fucked out state, face flushed and hot, forehead sweaty, uneven breaths leaving his lips.

You brush his hair away from his face and tuck it behind his ear. “If we get a noise complaint, I’m making you answer the door.”

He huffs out a breathy chuckle, leaning into your touch when you cup his cheek. “I’m okay with that.”

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 3 years

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Touch it for Real, Final (Part 10.5)

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Angst / (Eventual) Smut 18+

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / idiots to lovers / unresolved sexual tension / penetrative sex / handjob / a mercy nut / oral sex / unprotected sex

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , FINAL Part 10.5

“Hi Bug,” he said.

“Did you eat?” He was speaking before his eyes made it back up into your face and it took you five whole seconds before your brain processed his question enough for you to manage a meager back and forth head shake as a response.

“We should eat.” Baekhyun stood up and walked the long way around the coffee table toward the kitchen, avoiding the space you occupied as he moved.

Eating was a good idea. It was getting late. Eating would give you something to do that wasn’t daydream about the way his thighs filled out his jeans and how strong his lap must feel to sit on top of.

You followed behind him into the kitchen. The wide galley layout afforded you with plenty of space to pass behind him without actually having to touch him but the urge was just too strong to resist. The cat was already out of the bag.

He was pulling out a frying pan, a cutting board and a knife as you passed behind him to move toward the fridge and you reached for him with your fingertips as you moved, trailing lightly over the wide expanse of his back from one broad shoulder to the other.

You looked back at him when your hand ran out of his back to touch and you caught the focus of his brown eyes that glanced up at yours and the smile on his face that he didn't try to hide. Cute. Oh god. Cute.

“What are we having, Peanut?”

You were standing in front of the open fridge and you wondered how unfair it would be to bend over to reach into the bottom vegetable drawer with him watching you like you knew he was. You pulled the drawer open and grabbed a few things trying not to think too much as you did it. If he looked, he looked. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen you at home wearing not nearly enough clothing.

When you looked back at him, Baekhyun’s eyes were, impossibly, focused up high, on the contents of the fridge. He hadn’t been staring at your ass as you bent over, imaging taking you here in this kitchen in front of the open refrigerator. Of course he wouldn't. Baekhyun would never waste that much electricity. The fridge was fancy and had an alarm that rang when the door was left open for too long and the one time — the one(!!) time you’d let the door stay open long enough for the alarm to ring was because you’d dropped a sauce bottle on the floor and had been cleaning up the mess. The alarm started to ring and the man rushed into the kitchen just to shoot you a look so dirty you felt as if you were the mess that needed cleaning up; as if you had personally been the one holding the baseball bat and had been caught clubbing the baby seals. He was insane. He was crazy. God, you loved him.

He lifted a finger to point to something on the top shelf and you reached for the container you saw there. You felt the cool air of the fridge along the bare skin of your stomach when you reached up high and you remembered why you rarely wore this shirt. It was just too flowy and too prone to malfunctions such as this. Your eyes searched for his again and the man had turned around to mess with his stupid cutting board. He wasn't human.

Your mood and your desperation were mounting. You weren’t going to make it. You were going to do something stupid like take your clothes off in this kitchen. How much self control did he have? Why was he so annoyingly good at it? You could feel a buzzing in the base of your skull as you looked at him and you wondered if anyone had ever died from sexual frustration before.

You did not take off your clothes. Instead, you gave in to his agenda. As if anyone in their right mind could eat right now. You loaded your arms with various ingredients, figuring he was making some sort of stir fry and quietly dropped everything off beside his cutting board.

He was working quietly and not paying any attention to you at all. Were you the crazy one here? When did you turn into such a desperate woman? You were beginning to feel a little bit pathetic. Your skirt was so short. Your entire shoulder had been out this whole time and he hadn’t touched you once since you’d come out of that bedroom.

You grabbed a glass of cold water to drink. It didn't help but at least it was something to do. Your desperation was beginning to change into a numb sort of acceptance. Maybe this was just your life now. Perpetually turned on with no release. You’d have to buy more panties and change them often. Your usefulness in this kitchen was quickly coming to an end. You were out of things to do since the rice maker was still full of plenty of warm rice to eat and all of the dishes had already been cleaned and put away.

Baekhyun was busy cleaning and slicing vegetables and you’d grown tired of standing around not doing anything productive at all so you backed up against the counter beside where he worked and hopped up to sit and watch him work from this slightly elevated angle. If you didn't have anything to do, you would simply entertain yourself inside your own head as you watched the man you loved work on making you something to eat.

You were only a tiny bit irked that he seemed to be paying such close attention to these boring vegetables and not at all looking at your bare thighs that could be well within his line of sight if he would only look. You watched his brown eyes. They stayed fixed on the countertop below him.

His hair was drying, but was still a bit damp and you reached a hand forward to touch the softness of it and to feel the waves between your fingers. When you pushed the waves back away from his forehead he blinked and again his lips pulled into a smile. Even though he refused to look at you, he was still quite aware of you here. He hadn’t flinched when you touched his hair and the smile was definitely for you. It warmed you all over. He was so pretty. He was looking down and his eyelashes were dark and spread over his cheeks. His cheeks popped up when he smiled. You were pretty sure you were obsessed with the shape of this man’s face and when you could see his forehead he was nearly impossible to resist. You saw him bite down on the inside of his bottom lip. He scraped a pile of veggies off to the side and grabbed a carrot.

“LoveBug,” he said between chops. A smile formed on your lips and you tensed your smile to control it before you spoke out your soft reply to him.

“Yes Peanut?”

His forearm muscles flexed as he chopped and his lips pursed forward into a tiny pout. His face was a bit flushed for just chopping veggies and you noticed the tips of his ears were also pink.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

His knife stopped moving and he was stuck looking down at the board without any actual focus in his eyes at all as he waited for you to hear his question and answer him. It didn't look like he was breathing either. You hadn’t quite expected this question. Sure, it was kind of a given if the two of you were in love, but still, hearing him work up the courage to ask you this question out loud made your stomach do flips.

Your face was so hot. Your heart was pounding too loud again. Was that why he hadn't been looking at you all this time? Was he working up the courage for this? You swallowed and you had to lick your lips because they’d grown too dry from all the biting you’d been doing. You were biting because otherwise you would be screaming and he was holding a knife. It was a recipe for disaster. You couldn't go to a hospital right now, there was a global pandemic going on. Those resources were precious.

“Yes,” you said with your eyes on his face. He moved. His face lifted and his pink cheeks and pink lips and warm eyes were a gift to your soul. Baekhyun looked at you at last — at last, he looked up into your eyes. You’d been staring at him so openly all this time. You were intimately familiar with the shape of him. The angle of his pretty eyes; the layout of the moles on his face; the curve of his little nose that begged to be kissed; the pointed tips of his upper lip and the soft downturn of his bottom lip. You knew his face. You knew everything about it, but when he was actually looking at you, now that you had his focus and his attention on you, you suddenly found it very hard to breathe.

He was looking into your eyes and he’d gone completely still. The eye contact that he maintained, it seemed to build onto itself and you could not look away. You did not even want to. You felt positively trapped in his eyes and despite the fact that neither of you moved at all apart from the occasional blinking in his eyes and steady in and out of his lungs you still felt the pressure building the longer he stared into your face and the less in control of yourself you felt in his presence.

His muscles tensed all over and when his grip hardened around his knife, you heard a loud sound as the knife pressed through the thick carrot in his hand. The sound it made jolted through your entire body. The sound of the thick fibrous vegetable resisting just enough for the knife to struggle against it and then, just when it seemed like it might not, the blade won with a pop. It made it through, the loud chop as the strong high carbon steel hit the wooden board below it when the weaker gave under the pressure; it echoed out inside of your head and his lips parted and his eyelids sank halfway into a blink as he exhaled a held breath.

Baekhyun looked down at his board and then he came to life, suddenly grabbing the carefully sliced and obsessively separated piles all in different shades and colors and he abruptly piled the whole mess of it into the center of the board; he started rapidly chopping everything all together in smaller pieces. It was frantic. The change in his behavior was jarring. What had gotten into him? Was it the same thing that had gotten into you?

“What are you doing? I thought you were doing stir fry,” you recognized the odd behavior and abrupt change of plans based on what he was doing with his ingredients.

“Fuck it. Fried rice. It’s fast. You'll eat it.”

You let your surprised laugh escape and his brows were furrowed with the effort as he chopped everything all together.

“Why are you just trying to feed me? You haven't eaten anything either.”

“Yeah but you were too upset to eat this morning. You can’t skip meals because it makes you feel bad. You’ll eat this and—”

He was turning around, away from you and away from every bit of temptation you waved in front of him, with all of his haphazardly chopped ‘stir fry demoted to fried rice’ ingredients and you heard the click of the stove as he turned the flame on.

“I’ll eat this and what?” You asked over his shoulder and you let your eyes wander down the curve of his spine down to his narrow waist.

“And calm down?” You mumbled to yourself, “the cold shower didn’t work.”

You hadn’t quite so openly ogled him before and you decided that you had simply been insane before. How could you have possibly lived with this man for two years and not thrown yourself at him before? How in the hell was he still a virgin with a face like that? You tossed your head to one side and tried to remember the last time he left the house. Even before 2020, the year from hell, the man simply didn't like to go out. He didn't like meeting new people and he definitely didn't like situations that involved many of those new people. That didn't mean he didn't try in the past. He’d mentioned being stood up before so that meant he had made an attempt to date, right? God, he was gorgeous. You could see the back of his neck as he worked and when he moved the pan around over the burner to spread the oil his arm muscles flexed.

He was adding things to his pan. Cooking and frying noises and smells were building surprisingly quickly and before you could even move from your perch on the counter he was scooping rice into a bowl that he stuck a spoon in from the drawer and he turned back around and returned to you holding the bowl in his hand. He was back now. You had him back.

“The shower didn’t work for me either,” he said honestly and you dropped your hands to brace on the countertop beside your bare thighs to keep yourself from losing your balance. It felt like a confession. He’d tried the shower to calm down too. He was affected by you and was struggling with his control too. Only from the way he was keeping his hands off of you right now, it was clear who was doing a better job with their self control. You wondered about the kinds of fantasies that played out in his head.

Baekhyun was holding a spoon full of rice up to your face and he inhaled a deep breath of air into his lungs that stuttered on the way in. The stutter in his breath had you swimming inside your own head.

“How am I supposed to eat right now?” It was a genuine question. The man was driving you insane, you could feel the effects of his looks, his words, his kisses from earlier, and the maddening way he hadn’t touched you once since you’d come out of your bedroom. What did you have to do to get just one more kiss; just one hand on your thigh; just one more; just one more — you were ready to bargain or beg even.

“Three bites,” he said and he was breathing heavily when he did it. “Ahh,” he followed up with opening his mouth wide just like he wanted you to do for him.

You leaned forward then; bypassing the waiting spoon of rice. He was so close. You leaned and you pressed your lips against his lips. It was a tiny kiss and you heard the low grunt that left the back of his throat when you did it. His lips molded into yours and he pursed them, returning the kiss; giving into you so easily. When you pulled back his eyes were closed and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down.

Everything about him was pretty. His teeth were pretty. His tongue was pretty. His nose and his chin and his eyes were pretty. You felt drunk.

“Three bites and you can have anything you want, my love, I promise.”

Oh, he was playing a dangerous game with you. Calling you something like this when all of your skin felt like it was on fire. It was too much. It was all too much. You felt the blush heat your skin from your cheekbones down past your chest plate and you closed your eyes to try and keep some sort of semblance of sanity and you opened your mouth.

You felt the spoon push inside and it met your tongue. You closed your mouth around the food and chewed carefully. You tasted nothing. You ate it just to get the food inside of you so you wouldn't feel lightheaded later or gross for having skipped too many meals. He was right. You needed to eat something. He was taking care of you again and you felt one more drop of love splash against the inside of your heart walls. If he kept this up, it might just overflow and then what would become of you? You could hear the spoon scraping in the bowl he held and you heard the blowing sounds coming from his lips as he cooled the next spoonful to keep the hot temperature from burning your tongue. Another drop; another splash. You were screwed.

You’d swallowed it down and quickly opened your mouth for the next spoon, getting it over with to placate him.

The last spoonful went down easily and you opened your eyes when you felt a glass with cool water pushed into your hand which you drank down as well watching in amusement as Baekhyun also seemed to be chewing and swallowing rice he’d taken from the same bowl with the same spoon. His cheeks were puffed and you offered the rest of the water which he accepted and drained quickly.

“So you tried a shower too?”

He choked on his water when you said it and you adjusted the way you sat on the countertop, slipping forward a little so you could lean back on your hands as he was coughing. Your short skirt rode up a little more and you looked down to see most of your thighs bare. You let your knees open more. It felt like an invitation. He could touch you if he wanted to. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to this. Your wardrobe didn’t usually leave all that much to the imagination when you were relaxing at home.

“Cold one?” You asked. You weren’t usually so brazen. But this was Baekhyun and he was your boyfriend now. You wanted to scream from the pent up excitement sat inside of your belly when you thought about it.

“Freezing,” he said and he’d abandoned the food and water on the counter in front of him. His eyes were squeezed shut and he leaned forward with both of his hands resting on the countertop beside where you sat. You watched the side profile of his face and you waited for him. You did not move or touch him in any way at all. You held your breath and you held your tongue and you waited.

Baekhyun pulled himself up and he took a step to the side so that he now stood directly in front of you. His slim hips fit between your parted knees and you could feel the rough fabric of his denim jeans scratch against the inside of your upper thighs. You did not move at all. You just watched his face as he oh so carefully placed himself between your parted legs and you felt the first light pass of his fingertips as he touched your knee.

That first touch, that gentle tickle from his slim fingers that moved over the round hill of your kneecap and then, with barely there pressure, slipped up the outside of your bare thigh and did not stop at the fabric of your skirt but kept moving along your bare skin, just the tips of his fingers, just the tips of him that you loved the most; he kept touching and you could hardly contain it. The touch was so light, so fucking delicate you wanted to cry. He took your sanity and your breath and tossed them both far away from you.

When you lost your breath it left your lips in a quiet moan and your eyes closed on their own.

You moved your hands. They ached to hold him. You reached around his waist and pulled him toward you and he fit inside well when you moved your hips forward off the edge of the counter and when you slipped your face into the space below his chin where you could smell the skin of his neck, the smell of him overloaded your senses. It was just soap. He was just clean smelling but he smelled so unbelievably comfortable and familiar you inhaled deeply with your lips parted just over the surface of his skin.

The closer proximity gave you another sensation. You could feel the heat and stiffness between his legs that fit so perfectly between your own. You wanted to wrap around him. You wanted him closer. The desire was powerful and you felt the grip of his hand as he squeezed high on your thighs and his hips pushed forward for the sake of the friction itself.

“I promised,” you felt the vibration of his voice in your lips that you pressed against the side of his neck, “anything you want — you can have anything.”

It wasn’t quite a question. His statement was fractured and you could hear the trembling in his voice that made his thoughts as unstable as you felt inside of yourself right now.

“What is it you want to do? Do you want to watch a movie? Hmm? Do you want to go for a walk? Is there something else you want?”

You felt his words vibrating though his chest. You loved the sound of his voice but feeling it echoing against your own skin brought a warm comfort into your soul.

“I,” you had to keep your eyes closed and you pulled your lips away from his skin for a second. “I don't want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

As flimsy as you felt inside you knew you would never forgive yourself for pressuring him. You knew you needed to hear it from his own lips that he wanted more before you would let anything happen. You’d take 10 more frozen showers if you had to; just to hold yourself back.

You could feel it in that moment. You had a lifetime only for him. You could wait a lifetime for him.

“Bug, what are you doing? I feel like I’m losing my mind.” He was speaking just above your head and despite the pressure inside your heart to stop, to wait, to keep yourself under control you still gave into the urge to tighten your thighs around his hips and push your pelvis forward against him. You still pulled him into you with the arms you’d wrapped around him and you heard the trembling moan that vibrated through his chest wall.

“I can stop if you want. Peanut, tell me to stop and I will stop.”

His hands left your hips and you loosened your hold around his body when he moved. When you pulled your face back his hands were in his own hair and he was scratching roughly at his scalp with his fingers and his face was screwed together in a tight scrunch of all of his features. It was a look of confusion. It was uncertain and unsure and you looked at his face with your head cocked to the side when it dawned on you that he wasn’t picking up on the many many obvious clues you were putting down. Was he just so used to you cuddling and touching him that he really did not know what you wanted from him? Did he not watch you rip down the sign from your door and sit down here on this counter with your skirt hiked up so far he could probably see your panties if he just dropped his chin a few inches. Did he really have no idea?

“Stop what? What are you stopping? What is happening right now? I don't understand. You never told me what you wanted. And I can't think straight with you touching me so much. I’m going crazy. Tell me what to do.”

Was this real? You looked into the pained expression on his face and you lifted your eyebrows in surprise at what you saw. You saw him holding back. You saw him suffering through it. You saw confusion and uncertainty in his brown eyes and you realized that you had to be very blunt with him for him to get it. He’d been so conditioned to hide his attraction for you that this was completely new and uncharted territory for him. Despite the fact that you’d removed the stupid sign from your door and could feel the frustration all over your body from holding yourself back and the man was very clearly extremely aroused right now; you could feel how ready his body was for this, it was driving you crazy to have to stop this and tell him in plain words exactly what you wanted from him.

“Sex, Baekhyun. I am talking about sex. I want to have sex with you.”

As quickly as you’d said it, you inhaled to speak again. To clarify. To add important parameters that protected his heart.

“But, when you are ready. I absolutely don't want you doing anything you don't want to do, just because I ate three stupid bites of food. That’s actually not how this works. We have to both be ready. I will be okay no matter what we do or don't do. Please tell me you understand this is just me telling you that whenever you want to, I am ready. I want to do this with you.”

Baekhyun had removed his hands from your skin and he was still standing with his hands raised above his head. You’d pulled your legs away from his warmth and had dropped your hands to rest over your own knees as you spoke to him and he was looking into your face, watching you very carefully as you spoke with his lips parted and an indecipherable expression in his face. His eyes ticked around your features. He closed his mouth and then opened it again and you watched the words you had told him in earnest sink in deep.

When you stopped talking there was a moment when neither of you moved at all until you heard him inhale a quick breath.

“Yes,” he said and his eyebrows lifted briefly as his eyelids closed halfway, “yes,” he whispered again and his head was nodding up and down in quick shallow bursts, “yes,” he said a third time and he licked his lips quickly.

“Yes, I want to. I want to.”

His lips hung open when he quit speaking and he pushed the tip of his tongue along the edge of his front teeth. He looked into your eyes and you looked into his and you could feel the understanding coat you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. With his eyes on you; with his love in his heart; with the furrow of his eyebrows and the quiet way his head sunk to the side and the push of air from deep within his lungs; he wanted you. He wanted you to be his first.

You watched him change before your eyes. The look in his eyes darkened when the minutes passed and the desire he’d expressed out loud sat in the space between your faces and inflated and swelled until you reached out and touched it with your careful fingertips. You absorbed it and he watched you do it. You would accept his consent, this precious thing. His tongue vanished somewhere inside of his mouth and he was breathing through his parted lips as his eyes roamed over your face.

The quiet understanding moved your body and you used the small space he’d given you to hop down off of the kitchen counter. When you moved you felt him take a step back and you pivoted on your feet, brushing your shoulder over his broad warm chest in the tiny space that you and he occupied in this kitchen.

As you moved you felt the back of your hand brush against his and you reached for his fingers with your own and when you took your first steps out of the kitchen you pulled his hand and he followed you where you moved past the dining table, past the living room and the light changed when you reached the darkened hallway that led to your bedroom.

Your bedroom was dimly lit. Your table lamp sat illuminated in the corner beside your bed and the sheer curtains let in enough light for you to see the nervous expression on his face and the way he licked his lips and swallowed away the moisture in his mouth.

Baekhyun came into your bedroom after you did and you saw him turn around and close your door behind him. The action made you feel tense. The intimacy of this small space made you feel very warm. Your bedroom was smaller than his and it hadn’t occurred to you until he did it that he had never closed himself up entirely in here with you before. In all of your experiences with him coming into your room in the past he always left your door open and something about him closing it behind him made this feel all the more real. You had sudden butterflies bumping around inside your stomach.

When he turned back around to face you he ran one trembling hand through his hair and his steps paused halfway through the room as he seemed to second guess his destination mid journey. He recovered though and pushed through it, coming to stop in front of your bed and turning around to sit down on the edge of it with his hands on his knees.

He was acting so nervous that it was making you feel nervous too. In fact, now that he was in here with you he seemed to be more nervous than he was excited about this. It made you pause.

“Are you okay?” You sat down beside him on your bed with your small question and you felt the warmth of his arm as you leaned against him.

Baekhyun closed his eyes and he inhaled a breath. You felt him exhale slowly and with it he leaned against you, slumping hard against your arm and he was warm and he was everywhere. The connection, that contact was powerful with how quickly you were overcome with the warmth and the feeling of him.

“I’m just anxious...I don't really know what I’m doing. What if I’m bad at it?”

He wasn’t second guessing doing this with you. He was naturally unsure of how things might go and was probably putting way too much pressure on himself to live up to some made up standard he’d set in his own head.

You stood up suddenly, feeling very in love with this man and feeling a strong need to protect him from everything, even from his own self doubts. He was brilliant. He was a good person. He was good at everything he did. He was already so good at loving you. You could see it in everything he did for you.

Your movement pulled his focus and his eyes followed when you moved to stand in front of him. You took a step closer to him, and your legs landed between his parted knees. His hands remained fisted stubbornly on his own knees but his eyes were open and he was looking at you standing in front of him.

“Baekhyun, do you trust me?”

He didn’t hesitate. He nodded his head up and down and you smiled down at him as he looked up at you. You lifted a hand and ran it over the back of his head and you saw the blink of his eyes when you slipped your fingers into his hair and scraped them against the back of his scalp. His lips parted and his eyes rolled.

“And do you love me?”

Your other hand cupped his pretty face and his eyes opened back up as he looked at you again. He nodded his head again, slower this time.

“Then that’s all it takes to be good at it. I’ll help you with the details. You just do what feels good.”

“Just do what feels good? I can do that.” He whispered into the quiet space of your dark bedroom and you felt the heat flooding along the surface cells of your skin. He had been sitting when he reached for you as he stood and placed his hands on the sides of your face.

“Kissing you feels good,” he said and the warmth of his breath could not prepare you for him. You felt his mouth cover yours. You felt his tongue and his teeth biting lightly as he pulled your bottom lip inside of his mouth.

“Touching you feels good,” he whispered into your open mouth. You felt his hands then and he was everywhere. You were unprepared. This was not something you would survive with your sanity intact. You’d wanted so much. You’d waited for so long that the first real kiss, the first real touches from his hands rendered you nearly completely incapacitated.

The short skirt afforded him an expansive lot of skin to explore with his wandering hands. He gripped and he squeezed behind you, you felt the tips of his fingers squeeze your ass roughly and his hips were pushing into you. As convenient as these clothes were, they quickly lost their charm. You needed more skin. You needed to be done with them. You lifted both of your hands and you placed them on his shoulders and you firmly pushed him down to sit on the bed in front of you. He complied instantly and his eyes opened to look into your face as his heavy breaths flew through his parted lips.

You reached for the bottom of your shirt and you lifted straight up, pulling it over your head in a single smooth motion and before you lost the nerve you reached for the side zipper of your skirt and pushed it down, letting it fall to the floor you stepped out of it.

A burst of pride filled your chest. You’d made a good decision with the matching bra and panties set.

His eyes were on you and you saw a spark in them. This was a new expression on him that you hadn’t seen, although something in his eyes as he looked at you brought along a wave of deja vu. Something you’d only seen as quick as a lightning flash in his eyes as he kneeled before your naked body that night, the night of the storm.

He was looking at you and then he was touching you. You felt his warm hands slip a slow pathway along your hips.

“God, Bug. You’re so fucking pretty, I’m not going to make it.” When he leaned into you, you felt his mouth, the softness of his lips and the warm puff of air from his breathing as he inhaled his oxygen from the bare skin the space just below your breasts. His hands traveled now, with firmer pressure as he moved, you felt slim fingertips move higher and slip below the back strap of your bra.

You promised you’d help with the details. You reached behind and unclasped your bra hooks and the elastic gave. You pulled the garment down your arms and Baekhyun was leaning back onto your bed, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he leaned, he pulled you with him. His mouth was on your skin, he tasted and he when he pulled your hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked you nearly lost your mind. Your back arched and you moaned, closing your eyes tightly as his mouth worked on the sensitive nub. He moved like a fire and his hands touched you everywhere. Absolutely nothing about the way he touched you felt like he had any capacity in his whole body to be bad at this.

“This is too much,” he complained into your skin. You felt it too, but you craved even more.

You needed his skin. You wanted to feel it under your fingertips and with your lips. You wanted to kiss him and taste him and smell him as he was doing to you.

When you reached for his shirt, he left you pull it off him and when your hands flew to the button of his jeans he sat up on his knees to let you unzip him.

You felt that your own breathing was frantic. You felt too out of control. You wanted too much too fast to stand this.

Baekhyun stood to push himself out of his jeans and he joined you again with thin boxers straining against his hard erection. Your legs parted and you pulled him into you, still clothed in your panties and he landed perfectly in between your parted legs on the bed. His breathing was too fast and he whined out loud when you reached for him and palmed his hardness over his underwear. With every touch you could see him teetering on the edge. He would not last this way. You didn't really want him to.

“Too much. It’s too much. Fuck.” His self control was shaky. He was already a mess. You felt drunk on the sight of him. The sounds he made, trembling, whining with his eyes closed and with your hands on him, those noisy sounds hit you like heroin, you wanted him to come. You wanted to hear it and you watched to watch his face as he did it.

“I’m not going to make it. It’s too much already, I can’t,” he was whining again and his mouth was on yours as he kissed you, pulling your tongue into his mouth when you gave it to him. He was shaking already. You could see him losing control. If you kept touching him he would come in his boxers.

“You can come first,” you whispered into his ear before you bit down on the smooth skin of his neck. His breaths came out in jagged bursts.

“But, too soon,” he complained with closed eyes. Your hand rubbed over him again and his hips pushed forward into the feeling as you squeezed and pulled with your palm around the cloth covered head of his dick.

“I want you to come first. You feel so good in my hand like this. I want to hear you come for me Baekhyun and then I’ll show you how you can touch me until you’re ready again.”

Your fingers slipped under the elastic of his waistband as you spoke and you felt him stiffen on top of you when you wrapped your hand around the smooth skin of his shaft.

“Oh God, Oh God,” he called out in his beautiful voice once you’d gotten him inside of your hand. You could feel the drops of wetness that had already collected at his tip and you used your thumb to spread the wetness over him and he let out a loud whine from the back of his throat as you did it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t — I have to —” he complained and you felt his muscles contract as he stiffened on top of you, he pushed again with his hips and with his mouth open and his eyes screwed shut you felt the first pulses along the length of him followed by the rush of warm liquid that flooded the palm of your hand and seeped through the thin fabric of his boxers. He trembled all over as he came and he went motionless save for the occasional satisfying twitch.

You felt positively possessed by the arousal. You pulled your hand out from his boxers and much of his mess had quickly soaked his underwear and even the panties you still wore and the bed sheets below you both felt sticky and moist. Still you saw the shine of wetness on your fingertips and his eyes followed you as you stuck your fingertips into your mouth and sucked off the taste of him, swallowing down the taste of his cum.

He reeled from it. He breathed heavily and his mouth hung open, the evidence of just how much all of this affected him written as plain as day all over his face. His eyebrows screwed together and then he moved a hand down the inside of your thigh, running his fingertips lightly over the soaked fabric of the lace panties you wore. Most of it was from you.

“Take them off,” you said. His fingers pulled at the sides and you lifted your hips as he rolled them off your legs.

When he came back his eyes feasted and his hands moved slowly, reaching forward for you, cautious yet desperate to touch everywhere. The first touches were light and you moved your hand down to place your warm palm over his hand between your legs. The details; the right place to touch you and the right amount of pressure. He was paying close attention to your fingers and you could feel his hand following your lead. He was driving you crazy. You were so desperate for him.

“Do you feel how wet you made me?”

You knew how wet you were. You were dealing with it for a significant amount of time already but something about guiding his fingers and slipping them between your folds as you taught him the movements; the way to make you come. He was directing his fingers and moving them over you in a way that felt amazing, you felt quickly undone with the rhythmic passes over your clit. You were so turned on even this amount of touch from him had you squirming in place almost immediately.

“I did this?” He had a spark in his eyes as he asked and you saw the small grin that took over his face. His eyes were on your face as he moved and you pulled your hand away when you noticed he caught on instantly to the kinds of movements that could drive you crazy. Every sound you made had him chasing the same sound and every time you flinched his eyes would fly up to your face as if you were a puzzle he had to solve and he was determined to get it right. You felt his fingers moving over your clit, pulling between digits and adding pressure when he abruptly pulled his hand away you opened your eyes and gasped at the sudden loss. He had dropped his shoulders and you saw the top of his head with his fluffy hair buried between your legs a split second before you felt the softness of the tip of his wet tongue slip between your folds and bump against the already swollen and oversensitive spot.

The man was an overachiever. You gasped out loud when his mouth opened and the suction of his mouth pulled hard enough to send a jolt of electric pleasure through your nervous system. You cried out and squirmed below his mouth and he pushed his fingers inside of you as he did it again. The room spun. You had to close your eyes and your hands reached down to touch his head. You threaded your fingers into his hair and when he did it again you gripped around the brown strands, you pulled his hair as he pulled hard with his mouth. He moved his tongue at the same time and you could not contain the trembling or the strong wave you gave into as you came. Your legs were shaking and he was still pulling. It was quickly becoming too much to take. You squeezed your thighs and reached for him, pushing him firmly away, he quickly pulled his face up from between your legs and the man was soaked. You were trying to breath and he was smiling his wide and blinding smile at you.

“Baekhyun, how?” You couldn't get the words out. You felt too out of breath from the orgasm and his smile was so lovely he lit up the room with it. You shook your head back and forth and exhaled the first breath that wasn’t shaking since he’d gotten his mouth on you.

“Did I do it right?” He was fishing. He sat there on his ankles and the moisture on his chin and neck reflected the dim lighting from your lamp.

“So good, Baekhyun. It was so fucking good. You’re amazing.” His nose scrunched and his eyes blinked when you said it. It was the truth. You hadn’t imagined that he could learn so quickly and perform so well. You could see the puff of his chest with your honest compliments and his hands were touching you again— light, absentminded touches; you felt him move again. The fire felt somewhat quenched for now as he moved and he blinked slowly at you as he dipped and he shifted in place. He was pushing his boxers off as he moved and you could see from the light in the window the beautiful shape of him completely bare before you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said in awe at the sight of him. He licked his lips and glowed in the dim lighting. His smile pulled at his lips and you swooned to see him. You could also see that he was hard again.

You reached for him when he dropped to you and you met in the middle, reaching for his face as he reached for yours and his lips and tongue tasted like your arousal for a moment before you swallowed the taste away and found that familiar taste of him. The undeniable and addictive smell of the air that came from his lungs. The scent of the thin layer of sweat that sat over his skin and the heat that mingled and mixed with the smell of your own skin as he pressed himself against you.

Baekhyun was situated with his hips between your legs and you held your breath when you felt the first bump of his hardness as he slipped around within your wetness.

He pushed himself up on his knees and his eyes looked into yours. He didn’t move right away but you felt him reaching down between where you were separated and his eyes were down on his hand as he positioned himself at your entrance.

Baekhyun was looking into your eyes when you felt the tip of him and he pushed himself inside. He pushed forward with his hips; you felt the stretch; the pressure of it. A gasp escaped your lips and his eyes were on you when his mouth fell open. He pushed further and his eyes rolled back into his head, closing up as he filled you completely. You were filled. It stole your oxygen. You were overwhelmed by everything.

He went completely motionless when he got inside of you. When he was finally inside of you.

“Oh my god,” he said with his eyes closed up. His head was moving and small whimpers came from his throat when he pulled out and he pushed in again. You were transfixed by watching his face. “Holy fuck,” he spoke freely and noisily and when he wasn’t whining he was moaning out loud. When he wasn’t moaning he was cursing and you were lost under the spell of him. He quickly found a rhythm as he chased the need to move, pulling out and pushing in again and his movements grew more confident.

You were getting lost in him. You could feel the way your body clung to him tightly and you pulled him into you when he pulled away. Your mouth found his as he dropped down to you and pushed inside roughly and you wrapped around him when you felt him rolling. You found yourself surrounding him and surrounded by him at the same time. You were on top of his lap and the dizziness of the movement made your head spin. His arms wrapped around your waist and he sat up with you on him and still inside of you and he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you held on to him so tightly. Tight enough that the movements of your body slowed and you felt him push deep inside of you again and again. His mouth was on yours and you shared the same air just as completely as you shared the same space.

Your heart was raging inside of your chest and the ache to get closer to him pulsed with it. The need for closeness was overwhelming. Your nails dug into the skin on his back and you bit down on his shoulder with your teeth. The need was too deep. Your mind was lost to it and you whimpered into the skin of his neck when you felt the wave overtake you again.

You were lost.

You could feel yourself shaking all over and you squeezed tightly around him when you felt the flood of his heat inside of you and the heavy breathing in your own chest mirrored his own as he gripped your body tightly and held you so close to him.

The spell took ages to break. You held onto each other for too many heavy breaths to count and when you lifted your head from where you were buried in his neck his hands lifted to cradle the back of your head.

Baekhyun’s lips were back. He kissed you deeply and slowly and you melted into him, feeling the fatigue in your limbs nagging you.

You were laid down and the substantial messes were ignored for now. You were kissed again and again and when those kisses turned quicker and sloppier you felt your own lips pulling into a smile.

Your body was nagging you though. You felt the need to clean yourself up. You knew you’d have clean your bed too and when you’d finally managed to extract yourself from his arms and his lips you made your way into your bathroom. It was your second shower of the day only this time you turned on the hot water to heat up.

A quick peek into your bedroom gave you a glimpse of him. Baekhyun was laying on your bed, still naked and laying flat on his back. After a few moments he moved and sat up, pulling the sheet below his body with the tips of his fingers. He was making a face to himself, scrunching up his nose and sticking his tongue out as he pulled on the wet fabric of your bed sheets and it made you laugh out loud.

“Is it always this messy? Bug—” he was calling out to you from the bed. He looked a little like he might be trapped there. “Bug? Bug, help. It’s all over my stomach. What do I do with it?”

His hands were reaching out and you saw him grab the first soft thing he touched. It was pink and it was fluffy and it had been sitting in the corner of your bed. Your temper flashed hot. He was not about to use your cutest most innocent stuffed animal for this.

“Peanut, if you wipe up your cum with Mr. Nibbles, I’ll never, ever forgive you. Put him down.”

His hand opened and the pink fluff fell to the floor below. Safe for now. Baekhyun was sitting up on the side of your bed and he was mumbling to himself. “It’s not just mine, LoveBug. We made this mess together.”

“Well let’s clean up together then,” you said, with a few steps in his direction and reached for his arm, pulling him up from the bed toward your bathroom where the hot water was steaming up the mirror and calling out to you. The building hunger pangs in your stomach called to you as well. All at once, the needs came at you one by one.

You heard a low stomach rumble coming from the beautiful naked man whose arm you pulled through the doorway of your bathroom.

“And then we can eat together,” you sing-songed and you heard the small huff of a laugh that came from his nose. His smile was wide and he looked at you with so much affection in his eyes.

“And then we can take a walk together and hold hands, and watch a movie together and we can wash the bed sheets together and play a game together. An easy game though. Not one of those hard ones where I just die and die. We can play a nice game together and you can let me win at least one time. Not every time, just once is fine. I can’t win every time, it’s just not realistic. I will understand. I am a very understanding person.”

You weren't done. Once you’d gotten going you really couldn't help the excitement that took you over when you imagined all of the things you wanted to do with him. You had a list in your head of all of the things you wanted and you could hear the quiet giggles from Baekhyun that were nearly drowned out by the running water that you were about to step inside.

“Oh! And then we can delete your dating profile together and you can tell me how long you’ve been in love with me and I will tell you about all of the sex dreams I’ve had about you. And then—”

His hand pulled you back. The warm water had been so close you could already feel the refreshing cleanliness that was just within your grasp. The frown that formed on your lips was short lived because you felt his warm arms encircle your shoulders and he pulled you into his chest.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he was saying it again and again. You could hear the smile on his lips as he said it and his love declarations coated you completely both inside and out and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into your arms as you squeezed him tightly.

“We have so much to do together,” he said softly into your hair after the truth of the love declarations had settled and you ran your hand through the back of his head, pulling his hair through your fingertips with each pass.

“A lifetime of them,” you said. Your heart felt so full and somehow you couldn’t find it in you to feel anxious about saying this to him. It was the truth that you felt inside of your heart, you felt it so completely.

He pulled his face back to look into your face and you saw a remarkable serenity in his warm brown eyes. His lips pulled into an easy smile and he inhaled a breath to respond to you.

“A lifetime, Bug,” he said with a nod of his head and a spark in his eyes, “together.”

[The End]

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , FINAL Part 10.5

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yikesharringrove · 3 years

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Egg the Cat

Chapter 1

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“Egg! Dinner!”

Steve shook the container of dry food. The sound usually had Egg sprinting into him, yelling loudly through the house for her food.

But she wasn’t coming.

“Eggy!” He shook it again, heading out of the kitchen to see if maybe she couldn’t quite hear it.

But still, no screeching, no pattering of little paws.

“ Egg! ” He was beginning to feel, not good.

She always came. Usually didn’t even let Steve out of her sight.

He put down the container, racing up the stairs.

He tore apart his bed, hoping to find big eyes staring at him, hoping to hear disgruntled mewing.

“Egg, where are you girl?”

Billy kicked at a rock on the side of the road.

The sun was beginning to set as he meandered down the main street, looking at the pitiful downtown.

They had arrived a few days ago, spending all that time unpacking the moving truck, setting up their little house.

Fuck Hawkins.

He hated being landlocked.

Hated being stuck in a shitty town.

Hated that three days in, three days, and his dad has already taken his keys, has already slammed him against several of the walls in that house, has already kicked him out for the evening.

He kicked the rock as hard as he could down an alleyway.

He was met with a fucking scream.

“Uh, hello?” It sounded like, like a kid was down there.

He was cautious, squinting into the shadowed alley.

There was another shriek, and then yellow eyes peering at him.

“ Oh .”

It was a cat, a tiny little black cat.

It yelled again.

“Loud baby, aren’t ya.” He crouched down, let the cat sniff around him. It had a collar on, and Billy got a look at the name. Egg Harrington.

“Okay, who names a fucking cat Egg .” The cat looked at him. Meowing softly.

He scooped it up, setting back down main street.

“Egg!”

Steve didn’t give a fuck anymore.

He had his head sticking out his driver’s side window, driving slowly through town with his headlights as bright as possible, yelling her name.

He was far beyond panicked, he had settled nicely in losing his shit.

He needed to find her, needed to find her before someone else-some thing else- found her.

He pulled over abruptly, parking his car. His baseball bat was tucked in his backpack as he set off on foot, armed with two flashlights and lots of batteries.

The sun had set, and Steve was out here, looking for a black cat in the dark.

“Egg! Please just come here. Come home with me, Honey, come on!”

He looked down each alleyway, shouting his head off like a fucking lunatic.

But he had to find her.

He had called Nancy to help him look, nearly in tears over the phone, begging for her to come out with him, only to be met with a flimsy excuse of watching her sister after dinner.

He couldn’t really fault her, as he had to get out and search for his girl.

He slumped against the diner wall, itching for a cigarette. But he had promised Nancy he’d quit, hadn’t had one in months. He settled for coffee, pushing his way into the diner.

The waitress smiled brightly at him. Her name was Sylvia. She’d worked here since Steve was a kid.

“Just you, Hun?”

“Yeah, Sylvia. Thanks.” She led him to a booth, tucked back in the corner.

“Weird to see you here before midnight. You gonna actually get some food tonight?” The all-night diner had been Steve’s go to sanctuary for coffee after a particularly shitty nightmare.

Which meant he was in there a few times a week.

“Probably not. I’m just out looking for-”

His heart fucking stopped.

He heard her.

He heard his Egg.

Her yells were unmistakable, and he whipped around, saw her wriggling and writhing in some guy’s arms. She was looking right at Steve with those big yellow eyes, pupils wide and round.

Steve didn’t even register himself moving, just slid his arms around Egg, and held her close to his chest, burying his face in her fur.

She purred loudly, relaxing immediately against him.

“I take it you’re the fucker that named him Egg .”

Steve blinked slowly, finally registering who he had stolen his cat back from.

“Named her Egg.” The guy just raised one sharp eyebrow.

Yeah, Steve has never seen this guy in his life.

He’d remember if he had.

“Still a dumb name.”

“I was a kid, okay?” The guy just studied him for a bit, before his face cracked, smirk settling on his lips.

“She’s cute.” Steve smiled back, settled himself in the booth opposite. “Loud as all fuck.”

“Yeah, she’s always been a yeller.” Steve leaned over the table, holding out his hand. “I’m Steve Harrington.”

“Billy Hargrove.”

Billy shook his hand.

Steve Harrington.

Billy liked his name.

Well, honestly, he’d probably like any name as long as it was attached to this guy. Billy shook his head.

None of that here.

“Thanks for taking care of her.” Steve was looking down at Egg, scratching between her ears.

She was perched on his lap, looking up at him like he was the whole world.

It was the softest shit Billy had ever seen.

“She’s sweet. Lost her damn mind when she saw you, though.” And then warm brown eyes were back on Billy, and it was genuinely difficult not to cow under them.

“We’re very best friends.” Steve’s smile was sunshine. Just as warm and bright as his stupid fucking eyes. His stupid cheeks had a smattering of moles on them. Billy could see them dotting his neck too.

He wrenched his eyes away from them.

“That’s a little bit lame there, Harrington.” Billy couldn’t bring himself to call him Steve.

He’s not allowed to be on first name basis with this guy.

Steve raised one eyebrow, pursing his perfect pink lips-

Fucking come on, Billy. Don’t look at the fucker’s lips.

“How very rude of you. I’ll inform you, I used to be hot shit at the old high school.”

“You graduated?”

“No, I’m a senior. Just, you know, not hot shit anymore. Cold shit.” Billy barked a laugh, the cat looking wildly at him.

“Fuckin’ cold shit .” He shook his head, fiddling with the laminated menu in front of him. “I’m gonna be a junior. Just like, by the way.”

“You new in town?” Steve smiled brightly at the waitress as she poured him a cup of coffee. Billy wrinkled his nose as he proceeded to dump sugar into it, rounding it off with four creams.

Billy just kept his plain.

“Moved here a few days ago. From California.”

“Jesus, why ?” Egg was currently staring back at Steve, pawing at his stomach.

Billy’s heart nearly fell outta his asshole as Steve lifted up the hem of his sweatshirt, Egg tucking herself close to his body as he pulled it back down.

He had smooth pale skin. Had even more fuckin’ moles, and sweet God, the fucking hair. His happy trail was dark, sinking down into the waistband of his jeans.

Billy’s mouth was dry.

Egg meowed softly from under his sweater.

“My, uh, my dad remarried. He wanted to have a fresh start, or whatever.”

“No, I just mean, why here? This town is a shithole.”

“Yeah, I could see that.” Steve kicked him under the table. Billy ignored the way his stomach flopped.

“Don’t be rude .”

“You just said it was a shithole.”

“I’ve lived here my whole life. I’m allowed to say that.” Steve broke off a small piece of one of Billy’s strips of bacon, holding it down the collar of his sweater.

Egg meowed at him, no doubt taking the bacon.

“Besides, you didn’t answer my question. Why here ?” Billy shrugged.

He doesn’t really think telling Steve the truth would completely fly.

After all, his dad’s a lot smarter than Billy has ever wanted to give him credit for.

“Something about small towns having nice communities.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, they’re nice until everyone talks shit behind your back.” He picked off another piece of bacon, dropping it down his sweatshirt as well. His tone had shifted, his body slumping forward a little bit. The cat in his sweatshirt squirmed a little.

“You say that like you know from experience.” Steve shot him a glare.

“Remember how I said I’ve lived here my whole life?” He rolled his coffee mug between his hands.

“That bad, huh?” Steve shrugged.

“Might be better for you.”

“Doubt it.”

Steve’s sweater gave a sharp mreow. He put one hand against her, jostling her like one would a baby.

“I should get her home. She needs dinner.” He pulled out the neck of his sweater, smiling at the cat in there. “Thank you for taking care of her. Scared the shit outta me when I realized she was gone.” Billy’s breath caught in his chest when Steve looked back at him. “Let me pay for your dinner.”

Billy had the no ready on his lips, but Steve was already digging into his wallet, pulling out a crisp twenty, placing it under his mug.

He stood up, holding beneath the lump still in his sweatshirt, cradling Egg close to him as she curled tighter.

“Thanks again. I really woulda lost my shit if anything bad had happened to her.” And he gave Billy another smile, one so sweet and full of fucking sunshine it only made him fucking ache for California.

Billy just nodded at him, pointedly didn’t look at his ass as he walked away.

Because his dad uprooted the whole family to deposit them here. Where Billy would probably be hunted like Frankenstein’s fuckin’ monster by an angry mob of villagers if he let himself look at other boys’ asses as they walked away.

He just finished his food.

Left the bacon Steve had picked pieces off of for last.

#i did it!#egg the cat #here she is #this whole ass fic about a fictional cat of a fictional character thanks #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #nice

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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customer service, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You're the simple owner of an erotica shop. Known for being non-judgmental, non-kink-shaming, and for providing pleasant customer service. So what happens when a certain customer asks for a little... extra service?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; non-idol!AU; mentions of toxic masculinity and kink shaming; dom/sub themes; smut (restraints, body appreciation, praise, nipple play, handjob, edging); softdom!reader x firsttimesub!Jungkook

“Thank you for your patronage.”

The older woman bowed politely and took the inconspicuous brown paper bag from you. You smiled at her as she tucked it safely in her purse before thanking you again and walking out. The sky was already pitch black, with only a few people walking about. It was late, almost closing time. There was only one other customer browsing the shelves.

You knew him well.

You turned from the counter and continued calculating the day’s sales. It had been a surprisingly busy day for an erotica shop. Lots of people had purchased books today and even a good number of toys. Being one of the few adult shops in the whole district got you some… interesting customers. Thankfully, everyone was too nervous or awkward to start shit. This made your job a lot easier and you didn’t have to hire a second person. It was a small business, but you were quite proud of owning it.

You heard the clearing of a throat.

You punched in the last number. It took you less than a second to record the total in the book before shutting it. A deep breath coursed through you. You lifted your head, a small smile on your lips.

The young man shifted nervously on his heels. Curled, dark brown hair past his ears. A sharp jawline, mole quivering under his lower lip. A permanent deer-in-headlights look, at least when it came to visiting the store. He was wearing an over-sized, navy blue dress shirt and tight black slacks with black oxfords.

“How can I help you, Jeon Jungkook?”

His ears turned red. “Oh… you remember my name.”

You bowed ever so lightly. “Of course. Did you enjoy your book?”

The blush crept to his cheeks. He coughed awkwardly. You didn’t look away, keeping your small smile on your lips. You were wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved, floor-length black dress. Completely covered except for your head and hands. Your hands were perched one over the other, calmly waiting for his answer.

“Er, yes.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Over the course of his visits, you had learned a lot about Jeon Jungkook. He bought books and porn primarily BDSM-themed, either lesbian dom/sub or female dom/male sub. He bought only a few toys, but all were marketed for self-pleasure. He did not purchase any of the clothing, despite always eying it as he checked out. He was very hesitant to ask questions when there was a lot of people in the shop. He did, however, ask when there were no people in earshot. He requested opinions and recommendations a lot. He listened closely to your responses, dipping his head a bit as if he was afraid someone would know what he was asking.

At the moment, Jungkook seemed to be collecting himself. You patiently waited, watching his body language. Trembling shoulders. Chewing on his lower lip. Eyes flickering, looking in every direction except you.

“Could I… Could I please try that on?” he finally asked, raising his hand to point at something behind you.

You turned your head, following the direction of his finger. It was a black leather top for men, cut high, just above the nipples. There was a steel circle at the center of the chest that would lay under the collarbones, against the sternum. High-necked, with studs at the seams to prevent it from getting ripped with use. It had long sleeves, except instead of an opening for the hands, it ended in a closed, flipper-like encasement with straps. The back had a zipper to get inside the top.

You took a moment to let your eyes roam over the piece before facing him.

“You will need someone to help you put it on.”

You saw his hand falter. He lowered it, expression falling.

“Perhaps you can come back with someone to see if you two like it.”

Jungkook shifted his feet uncomfortably. “I don’t... have anyone who could help me.” His eyes darted from side to side. “No one knows.”

Your brows furrowed at his sad tone. “I’m sure there is someone who understands.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly. “Everyone I’ve even suggested that kind of… thing… they laughed at me,” he said tearfully, chewing on his lip harder. “They told me I was weak for wanting something like that. They told me I should be a man.”

A sharp tinge of annoyance shot through you. What kind of fucking bullshit was that? To be so vulnerable and admit what you liked – that was being a man, or any human for that matter. Jungkook blinked rapidly, pushing away his tears. He had been repressing this side of him for a long time, it seemed, only revealing a little when he was at the shop. The thought made you angry. Not having sexual freedom was soul crushing.

“It’s expensive.”

Jungkook nodded. “I saved up for it.”

Your eyes flickered to the clock. “It’s ten minutes before closing, Jungkook.”

He bowed his head. “I understand.”

You winced. He looked so lost and alone, like a bunny who couldn’t find home. You tapped the counter sharply, making him snap his head up.

“The fitting rooms are in the back. Let me close up a little and I will be right with you,” you said, sweeping your skirts back to walk around the counter. Jungkook watched you stride to the door of the shop before scurrying towards the back. You locked the door and pulled down the metal grate before turning off the front lights. You could never be too safe, after all. You made your way back to the counter and grabbed the tall metal hook to bring the leather top down. He had good taste. This was one of your favorites.

Simple, yet effective.

You placed the metal rod back and walked to the fitting rooms, heels clacking on the hardwood. You always liked to wear heels. They gave you a sense of power, even though no one could see them under the maxi-length dress. It was like announcing your presence.

Your hand grasped the red velvet curtain and pulled back, revealing an awkward-looking Jungkook. He was picking at the peach fuzz on his face in the floor length mirrors. You blinked at him and he pulled away from the mirror quickly. He saw the top on your hands and gulped.

“Sorry, I–”

You cut him off. “Remove your shirt.”

Jungkook looked down. “R-right.”

You watched his fingers fumble with the tiny buttons of his navy dress shirt. He had long fingers, large hands. Small tattoos on his right hand. Lightly tanned skin, toned chest, dark nipples, sculpted abs. The silky fabric slid off his right shoulder. Tattooed arm as well. He slipped out of the other sleeve and held his shirt awkwardly in his hands. You indicated the hook to his left with your free hand. He swallowed and placed his shirt on the hook. His black pants were very tight. You could see his muscular thighs and calves.

Interesting.

“Move the ottoman to the center,” you said softly. There was an edge of command to your voice.

Jungook spied the black leather ottoman in the corner and gently pushed it to the center of the dressing room. He looked back up at you for approval.

“Sit.”

He did, but facing you. You smiled, just a little.

“Face the mirrors, Jungkook.”

There was an inflection on your tone when you said his name. He started and scooted around, facing the three floor-length mirrors. You could see Jungkook’s nervous expression in the mirror and he could see you standing behind him at the entrance of the dressing room. You pulled the curtain closed behind you as you stepped in.

Now you two were alone, in the red velvet room.

You calmly removed the hanger from the leather top. “Raise your arms.”

He did. He had nice forearms and biceps. Even his triceps were nice.

You unzipped the back. Jungkook was watching you closely. You separated the zipper and reached around him, placing one sleeve on and then the other. Your chest was very close to his back but not touching. You placed two fingers around his wrist and yanked the leather down, making sure the fit was smug. Jungkook gasped. You did the same to his other hand before backing up and rolling the sleeves up. He shivered as the steel ring touched his skin, flush against his sternum. You had to pull a bit to fit his broad shoulders in it. The top could accommodate some stretch, but it was a little tight due to his build. Your eyes flickered to his face. He seemed fine with it.

Maybe a little too fine with it.

You zipped the back, careful not to catch his hair in it. Jungkook peered at his flipper hands and flapped the straps. He smiled. You almost did, but instead cleared your throat. He straightened.

“So,” you began, voice dropping an octave. “The nice thing about this top is that it can be fastened two ways.” You reached around him and took his left arm, crossing it over his right arm, over his stomach. Your hands lingered on the straps for a moment before snapping them behind him with the proper tightness. Restraining, but not circulation-cutting. You looked up. The position made his pecs push together and his biceps bugle against the leather. Jungkook gawked at his body in the mirror, eyes wide as if seeing himself for the first time. You could see his dark nipples harden.

Hm.

“And,” you continued calmly, unsnapping the straps. “It can be done this way.”

You undid the snaps and maneuvered his arms to cross them behind his back. A few steps and you were in front of him, slipping the straps under the steel ring and pulling them taut. He inhaled sharply as you touched his hot skin. Quick few adjustments and you were done.

You let your eyes trail to his face.

Jungkook’s brown eyes were quivering, staring at you.

You moved out of the way and let him see himself. Now his chest stuck out a bit due to his arms pinned behind him, forcing him to arch his back. Jungkook tilted his head, tugging at the restraint. He flexed his muscles. It didn’t budge. His lips parted. Curls of dark hair framed his wide, inquisitive eyes. He looked at himself in every angle, the confidence evident in his features.

You stood about a foot behind him, hands behind your back. He caught your eye and blushed, looking to the floor.

“Like what you see?”

One, two, three seconds passed. Then he barely nodded, not making a noise.

“Jungkook.”

He looked up slowly, chewing on his lip.

“Tell me how you feel.”

You could tell he was struggling with lying or telling the truth. You waited patiently.

“I feel… sexy,” he said, quietly at first, but with added sureness as he looked at himself in the mirror. “I really love it.” His eyes shifted towards you. You could see them sparkling with gratefulness. “Thank you.”

The side of your lips curved upwards. You took a step towards him. Your hand curved around his head, hovering just under his chin. “You don’t have to thank me,” you murmured, making eye contact through the mirror. Those brown orbs full of wonder and open possibilities. The mole under his lips trembling as they parted. Your other hand pointed to his reflection, where he looked at himself once again.

“Look how pretty you are, Jungkook.”

He whimpered.

You heard it. Jungkook heard it. You blinked slowly. His teeth sunk into his lower lip. Your hand was still under his chin, not touching. Gradually, very deliberately, he lowered his head, right into your palm. You observed him through the mirror. He rolled his hips, ever so slightly. The tight black fabric molded to his obvious erection, revealing everything.

You dropped your head a few centimeters lower, lips against his ear. Eyes still on his.

“Jungkook, I’m the shopkeeper,” you breathed.

He nodded in your palm, breath hitching. You tucked your tongue in your cheek. His breathing was getting heavier. You pulled your hand back, against his neck. He gasped as your fingertips touched his skin, your index and middle on his pulse. It was racing.

“I know,” he pleaded, so quietly you barely heard him.

You breathed deeply. “Wouldn’t this be your first… encounter?”

He nodded, short, quick nods of his head. You waited.

“P-please…”

Shit.

His voice was a whisper, fear mixed with arousal. “I know you won’t… laugh at me.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Your hand slipped down the leather. “You’re right,” you murmured. “I won’t.”

His bangs shrouded his eyes a little, but he was watching your every move. Watching your fingertips trace the steel ring, watching your hand splay across his chest, whimpering as you touched his skin. You kept your eyes on his as he watched you stroke his abs, tracing the muscles.

“Look at you, handsome boy.”

His ears turned red at the compliment. You smiled, just a little. Your other hand snaked up his side, making him gasp. Your hands roamed over his body, his tanned skin, his taut muscles. He moaned softly, music to your ears. Your thumbs slid up, pressing against his nipples. Jungkook trembled as you rubbed them slowly, exhaling lightly onto his earlobe.

“Pretty boy,” you whispered, “No one is allowed to call you weak.” Your breathing was getting heavier, heated against his skin. “What a beautiful body.”

You pinched the small nubs tightly. He groaned, bucking into your hands. You let your nail graze against them and he jerked into it, sinking your nail into his skin. His head lolled back, leaning against your shoulder.

“You can take a little more?” you asked, pressing a little harder.

“P-please…”

You pinched again, harder. He really moaned this time, loud and clear. You pinched again, twisted. His eyes slid closed, thrusting his hips in his pants. You placed a soft kiss on his neck as you rubbed his nipples roughly. They were turning a little red. Jungkook was leaning against you and you supported his weight, planting your feet solidly on the ground. You flicked his nipples repeatedly with the back of your nail until he was squirming against you, dragging your name out in long moans.

You could feel wetness pooling between your legs.

You stopped, sinking your nails into his chest and raking down, down. Jungkook gasped in pain, lurching forward. You scraped down his torso, ripping your hands away sharply. He whimpered, panting hard. Swiftly, you moved in front of him to push the ottoman out from under him. He pitched forward, knees hitting the hardwood. You held him up until he straightened, kneeling.

His black slacks were very, very tight.

You moved back to your position behind him, sitting down on the ottoman. You spread your legs and scooted forward so your chest touched his back, making him shudder. You pressed your covered breasts up against him. Jungkook was staring at the ground. You impatiently reached forward and yanked his chin up.

“Don’t look away,” you warned.

He gulped. “O-okay.”

His dark, curled hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. You pushed it aside gently, revealing his forehead, placing your lips softly on the top of his head. He made a small noise, appeased. Your fingers slid down his torso, tracing the scratches you had made. Pink, lightly raised. You traced the waist of his pants, playing with the button. Made eye contact with him.

“What are you hiding down here?” you purred, teasing the button from its hole. You could feel his chest rise and fall sharply as you pulled the zipper down, down. The bulge slid out slowly, now unconstrained by the zipper. You traced the outline with your nail and Jungkook whined, thrusting his hips lightly in your hand.

“Nice and hard, all for me?” You licked his earlobe ever so slightly.

Jungkook moaned as you palmed him, pushing his slacks down. “Yes. Oh, god, yes.”

You pressed your lips against his ear. Made sure to add a hardness to your words, like poisoned honey.

“There is no god here. Only me.”

You dipped your hand underneath the waistband and grasped his cock. Jungkook gasped, arms straining against the leather. You used your other hand to push down his underwear as you freed his cock and balls, your fingers wandering over them, cupping him. You massaged his balls, squeezing them, before dancing your fingertips on his cock. You nudged his head so he could watch you in the mirror.

“What a perfect cock waiting for me.”

Jungkook moaned, pupils blown wide with lust. His eyes darted from his face, to the leather top, to the reddening scratches on his stomach, to your hand on his cock. He rolled his hips in your hand, trying to get more friction. You took pity on him, wrapping your hand around his thick cock. It felt nice, you against his hard stiffness, veins pressing against your palm. He thrust his hips into your hand and you let him. You watched him fuck your hand, precum glistening from the head of his cock.

With your free hand, you hooked a finger around a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind his ear as he continued rutting into your hand. You placed your lips against his ear.

“Aren’t you a desperate, needy boy?” you purred.

“Y-yes,” Jungkook panted. “Yes, I am.”

You tightened your grip a little and he groaned, eyes rolling into his head as he thrust harder. You let him go on, until his breathing became shallow, tight, brows furrowed in pleasure.

Then you squeezed the head of his cock, hard.

He squealed in protest; orgasm cut short. You spread the pre-cum over the head, roughly. He whined, pressing his back against you, tears clinging to his eyes. You rubbed the angry red head, carefully but firmly, earning a choked sob of your name.

“P-please…”

You pressed your lips against his jaw. “Shh.” You only intended on edging him once. If he continued acting like this, you might go full dom on him. You needed to be in control of yourself, for his sake. One by one, you wrapped your fingers around his cock again, this time dictating the pace. Your hand was slick with his pre-cum, adding to the pleasure. You kept the grip solid and tight, making sure to rub just under the head. His eyelids fluttered, moans filling up the store.

“What if someone hears you, Jungkook?” you mumbled against his shoulder, smirking. He cracked his eyes open as you continued jacking him off, fast and hard. His breathing was in short, rapid pants.

“Don’t care,” he whined, eyes fixated on his reflection and his cock pumping in your hand. “Wanna cum so bad, just for you.”

Jungkook, please, you thought, inhaling deeply. He smelled like fresh laundry and pre-cum. Delicious.

“Please… please let me cum for you.”

How could you not give in to his sweet pleas, his eyes finding yours, begging you so earnestly? You increased your pace.

‘You going to cum for me, handsome boy?” you growled. “I’m going to make you cum all over this mirror, all over your pretty reflection.”

Jungkook was becoming a moaning, ruined mess in your hands as you went harder, faster, tighter. His entire body jolted and he threw his head back, screaming your name hoarsely as he came, long, thick strings of white splattering across the mirror. You sucked in a breath, jerking his cock so it shot in different directions. All over his reflection, until it dribbled against the hardwood, dripping fat drops onto the ground.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Jungkook,” you breathed, marveling at the cum sliding down the mirror.

Jungkook slid down, head between your covered breasts. His chest was heaving, hair stuck to his face, lips dry. He nestled against you comfortably. Your hand was covered in cum and a few drops fell onto his muscular thigh.

“I-I’m sorry…” he gasped, cheeks turning pink. “I made a mess.”

You chuckled, petting his hair.

“I’ll just make you clean it with your tongue.”

He whipped his head towards you, but you were smirking at him. You winked.

“Just kidding.”

part ii.

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Lost Eyes | Schlatt x Reader

This is my entry for @sugarsoftie‘s 600 follower special! Again, congrats for the 600 followers! “I can’t believe I used to love you” | Angst | Staring into his eyes, you know he is no longer the one you gave your heart to.

A melody filled the air as people filed into the walls of Manburg. You stood at the sides, welcoming those that came to attend the festival. You shake hands with them as they move to the main section of the festival. As the last of the guests enter, you turn and look over the place. You note the decorations strewn around, set up by Tubbo and Fundy. The colorful balloons and banners making the festival look welcoming and warm. Your eyes trailed to the many booths and stalls open, the vendors preparing their products. You see Niki preparing baked goods by her stall, the smell of freshly made bread wafting through the air. Your train of thought was interrupted when someone put their hand on your shoulder. You flinched in surprise, turning around to face them.

You breathed a sigh of relief as it was only Tubbo. “Don’t startle me like that! I could have gotten a heart attack Tubs.” You exaggerate, letting out a chuckle. You hear Tubbo giggle too, but he stops as he tries to speak. “Sorry (Y/N), but uh, Schlatt wants to speak you before the festivities all properly start.”

“Ah, what does our dear president want now.” You sigh, nodding to Tubbo in acknowledgment and turning to leave for whatever business Schlatt may have with you.

You were an advisor and cabinet member of L’manburg, no Manburg when Schlatt came to power. Despite not being an original citizen and just a bystander and audience member in the election, Schlatt had decided you were worthy of being part of his cabinet, you think. When the original founder of the country was cast out of his creation, you had opted not to attack and join the ones who smelled blood and attacked, following the orders of the current president.

You took to your assigned task efficiently, you followed through with the decisions made in the cabinet meetings and gave out your thoughts and opinions on the matter. Though you did not fail to notice the glances the president threw at you. When you decided to confront Schlatt about his staring, he had bravely spoken of his interest for you. Stating that your sharp mind and intellect, along with the fact that you were on good terms with most of the people in the smp, were qualities he saw as admirable. You remember your flushed cheeks over the praise, the warm feeling in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach.

But the thing you would never forget would be the look he gave you while you two were alone in his office. His eyes full of desire and passion, for you.

You stop your thought when you arrive at the podium. Schlatt is speaking with his vice-president, Quackity, with a topic you couldn’t quite hear well at the distance you were at. You waited for a few minutes until Schlatt let out an exasperated sigh and walked down the stage, coming to face you. “Ey (Y/N), I’ve been waiting for you my favorite cabinet member” he cackles.

You put a small smile on your face at his words. “That’s nice of you to say, but if I am your favorite then why is Big Q the Vice-President?” you joke, letting out a giggle. “If I were a spectator, I’d point out how it seems you favor him over me.” You continue.

You hear him let out a deep bawl of laughter, which eggs you on to continue your giggling. “Darling, if I didn’t have him as my Vice-President, I wouldn’t be leading Manburg now, would I?” he jested, gesturing into the air.

You let out a chuckle at his statement. “Well, what did you want to speak with me about?” you ask, staring at the horned man in front of you. He begins to compose himself and pats his attire down to make sure he looks presentable. “You remember of my plans for this great country, right?” he asks.

You nod in response. “Schlatt, of course I do, I am actively assisting in the affairs of the state or have you forgotten?” you tease.

“Yeah yeah, well I got some news from a little birdie that someone on my cabinet has been colluding with Pogtopia.” He deadpanned, a steely look on his features. “And I know just how to deal with that little mole.”

“Well, you know how I invited Technoblade to this festival, well I was thinking…why not have him kill our traitor. It’s appropriate! The best warrior of the rebellion striking down their own informant!” he declared, a wicked grin on his face.

“Who…is this mole anyway? I have a sneaking suspicion it is Fundy; his dear old dad is the exiled leader. Or perhaps it’s Niki, she and Wilbur are close.” You put out, gripping your chin in thought.

“Tubbo, the one I made my right-hand man.”

Your face pales, of course that Tubbo would come to the rebels’ aid. Tommy is his best friend; he was willing to do anything for the boy. And with knowing of what Schlatt’s plans are for the kid, you feel dread settle in. How could he think of something so gruesome for the boy?

“You, you can’t possibly be serious Schlatt?!” you shout, mouth agape in shock as your mind races. “He…Tubbo is just a child! You can’t do that to him!” you declare, looking up to glare at the man in front of you.

“And you think that absolves him of his betrayal to Manburg, to me, to US!” he retorted, bringing a hand up in anger to rake through his dark locks. “I know you care about the kid but c’mon, he’s a traitor! You can’t hold any love for him.” He added, before turning to leave and walk up the stage.

“This conversation isn’t over. You can’t walk away!” You grab his arm to stop him, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from him. He turns back around and raises your hand above your head.

“I can, and I will. I’m the president of Manburg. I am it’s ruler, it’s law, and I can do whatever the hell I want!” he shouted in your face. Your eyes widen, this was the first time you and he had ever gotten into an argument. You usually could temper the situation before it escalated, with you reluctantly agreeing into whatever he wanted.

You stare into his dark orbs. These eyes that you once loved, when they playfully glared at you, closed when you let out a joke, and gave a loving gaze whenever you helped in his plans. These eyes now something you feared. A deep darkness threatening to swallow you whole, consume your very essence and force you to submit to its darkest desires. These eyes that no calm you but induce a fear of being the next hurdle to be removed.

You recoil in panic, letting out a soft sob and stare down at the ground. Tears pool in the corner of your eyes as Schlatt let’s go of your wrist. “This is an order, (Y/N), stay in the white house for the rest of the festival. We’ll have a talk after all of this, resist, and I’ll give you a first-row seat to Tubbo’s execution. Got it?” he threatened, turning to walk up the stage. Leaving you to lean your back against the foundation. You let the tears spill out, like a dam finally being opened, your feelings flowed out. Each of your tears holding a fragment of the many emotions you felt. Panic, fear, anger, guilt, pain, betrayal.

“I can’t believe I used to love you…” you mutter out, pulling your knees into your chest and continued sobbing. The noise of the festivities blocking out your wailing.

A/N: I do hope this isn’t a bit too late. I’ve just been not feeling well these past few days. Like...not up to eat, I’m always tired, and not many things get me happy anymore. I dunno, maybe it’s just that seasonal down periods. Anyways, I’m still in the process of writing the headcanon requests but desperately wanted to get this out. Hope you enjoy!

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angelsfalling16 · 3 years

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5 Times It Doesn’t Mean Anything and 1 Time It Does

Chapter 4 is here! | Read from the beginning

Rating: E

Fic Summary: What starts out as a one-night stand becomes an awkward weekend snowed in together as Simon and Baz deny their feelings for each other while getting each other off at every opportunity.

Word Count: 2775

A/N: It’s hard to believe that I’m back after abandoning this fic for a year, but here I am! I hope you all like the newest chapter!

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Baz

Waking up in Simon’s arms is better than I ever could have imagined. Where I usually wake up freezing, I’m comfortably warm. His arms around me make me feel safe, and the way his legs are tangled with mine brings us so pleasantly close that I never want to move.

So, I don’t.

I lie there in his arms until I feel him shifting against me, stirring from his sleep. He presses himself up against me, and his arms tighten around my waist.

“Good morning,” I whisper, glad that he can’t see the soft smile that crosses my face as he brushes his lips against the back of my neck.

“Morning,” he murmurs sleepily into my skin.

I sigh as he continues to kiss my neck, one of his hands rubbing over my stomach in a way that has me melting into his touch.

I feel myself growing breathless from so very little, and it’s wonderful and terrible at the same time. I should be pushing him away, reminding myself that this doesn’t mean anything, but instead, I turn in his arms and kiss him, swallowing the moan that escapes him as our lips meet.

I cradle his face with one hand as I kiss him softly, the way that I’ve dreamt about kissing him for so many months. I never thought that I could have this.

In reality, I still don’t.

This is only going to last so long. My feelings are one sided, and I’m going to be absolutely wrecked when this is all over.

Despite this, I lean farther into him when his lips move from my mouth to my neck.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I murmur, even as I allow him to suck a particularly rough mark into the side of my neck.

I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks for the next week to cover the marks he has left all over my body.

“Why not?”

Because I think I’m falling in love with you, and this is just fun for you.

Simon pulls away to look at me when I don’t immediately respond.

“Is something wrong? D-did I–?”

“No!” I say, much too quickly, interrupting him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You are just very distracting, and I need to focus on my schoolwork.”

It’s a flimsy excuse, but I obviously can’t tell him the truth. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to face him again after all of this, and if he knew how I really feel about him, it would be even more difficult.

“So, what you’re saying is that once the roads clear and we have to go back to school, this has to end. But until that happens, this is fine.” His smile is trouble, but I fall for it anyway.

Leave it to Simon to find a loophole in my words. He’s right, though. I’m not going to be able to say no to him so long as we’re stuck here together.

“I suppose,” I say slowly.

“So, we still have today?”

I nod. Classes were cancelled because of the snow, so we don’t have anywhere to go. Might as well fill the time with something.

“Then, let’s make the most of it.” Simon’s grin is wicked, but I stop him before he can start something up again.

“Okay, but first, I need a shower.”

“I’ll join you.”

I bite my lip. I should say no, but I don’t think I can.

“We don’t have to do anything in the shower,” he says quietly. “We’ll just get clean. I won’t even touch you.”

“Okay,” I breathe. I’m not sure how well the no touching thing will go over – because of me, not him; apparently, I have no self-control when it comes to being around Simon – but I won’t deny him this. I would give him everything he wanted if he would let me.

Simon

I am desperate to get anything that I can from Baz, even if it’s just staying near him for the rest of the day.

He tried to put a stop to all of this, but I couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. If this is the only chance I will ever have to be with Baz, I’m going to make the most of it. I’ll take whatever he’ll give me, including showering with him while I fight every urge to reach out and touch him, tracing the movement of the water as it runs down his chest.

We had an agreement, though, so all I do is look, taking great pain to avoid even the most accidental brushes of skin against his.

It takes all of my self-control and more to accomplish them, but I won’t do anything to make him uncomfortable. I would never do anything to push him away, despite the fact that that has been all he has done to me even as he allows me to pull him closer.

It’s all so confusing and hot and sweet, and nothing will ever be the same after any of this. I just wish that things could end differently, with the two of us together rather than me being unsure that we can even go back to being friends. I’m not sure that I would want that even if we could.

Baz

We dance around each other in the shower, taking turns under the spray as we rinse our hair and skin. Simon keeps to his word and doesn’t touch me, even if that means he has to rub up against the wall of the shower to avoid accidentally bumping into me.

We don’t talk as we clean ourselves, but I can’t keep my eyes off of him. My eyes slowly drag down his body, taking in every mole and freckle that adorns his body. My gaze catches on the sparse hair on his chest, and I can clearly remember the way it felt against my back as we slept, Simon’s body curved around my own. My eyes follow the stretch of his neck as he tilts his head back to rinse out his hair, and I remember the way that my lips felt pressed there.

I was the one who told him not to touch me, but now all I can think about is hands running over my body, pulling me tight against him, and giving me a reason to need to clean off again.

With a brief reminder that this doesn’t have to mean anything, I make a decision about what I want.

“I need–,” I start but it comes out strained, so I clear my throat and try again. “I need you to touch me.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, but I can tell from his expression that he’s struggling not to just do it.

“Yes.”

He wastes no time after that, pulling me close to him and kissing me like he’s starving for my touch.

His mouth is insistent against mine, pushing my lips apart so that he can press his tongue inside, running it along mine and over my teeth, determined to taste every bit of me.

Swallowing a moan, I back him against the wall, out of the spray of the water, kissing away from his mouth and catching the droplets of water running down his face with my tongue.

“Turn around,” I murmur, and he complies easily.

There isn’t enough space to fuck properly in here, and I’m worried that one of us will slip and fall, but I have an idea.

I keep a small bottle of lube in the shower, sat behind the store-brand soap that I don’t use. I grab it and squeeze a generous amount out into my hand and spread it between his thighs before rubbing some over my cock.

“Legs together,” I command, hoping that I don’t really sound that breathy. Again, he does as I say without question, and I step forward until my chest is pressed against his back and the side of my face brushes against his.

Wrapping one arm around his waist, I slide my cock between his thighs, letting out a choked moan at how good this feels.

He tilts his head back until it’s resting on my shoulder, and I turn my face to brush my lips along his jaw before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. I let my mouth stay there near his, our breaths mixing as I begin to slide in and out.

My cock slides along his perineum, rubbing up against the backs of his balls before sliding back and rubbing along his arse cheeks.

This feels so good. I never would have thought that I could derive so much pleasure from being between Simon’s thighs.

I mean, I’ve imagined it before, but the real thing is much better.

My cock slides easily between his legs with the lube, and the sound of his quickened breaths in my ear pushes me close to the edge faster than I would like.

He reaches for his cock, but I push his hand away and place it against the wall, holding it there and letting my fingers slide into the spaces between his.

He groans and tightens his legs, and I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower. I bite down on his shoulder in an attempt to hold the noises inside, and it’s his turn to moan.

As I start to pick up the pace of my thrusts, I have the urge to murmur filthy, dirty things in his ear.

I want to tell him how good he feels. I want to tell him how perfect his arse is, and how much I love the feel of his muscular thighs constricting around me. I want to tell him how good he makes me feel.

But, I’m afraid of what might slip out if I start talking. I worry that I might end up telling him just how much I want him. I worry that I’ll tell him that it’s more than just a physical want, that I want so much more of him, that I want all of him.

So, I choose to keep my mouth shut as I fuck in and out of his thighs until I’m close to the edge of orgasm. It is then that I finally let the hand that was on his waist trail down to wrap around his cock and start wanking him in time with my thrusts until his orgasm is ripped out of him, his come hitting the wall in front of us, dripping down to swirl with the water at our feet and washing away down the drain, washing away the evidence of what we’ve done.

As his body shakes with the force of his orgasm, Simon’s thighs tighten even more around my cock, pulling my orgasm out of me and sending me over the edge with him, my come coating his thighs and balls and running down his legs, as I groan with pleasure and collapse against his back.

As I start to come down from that high, I kiss his shoulder and the back of his neck over and over again, never wanting to stop touching him.

I don’t want this to end. Not the sex, but the simple act of being close to him, of being the person who makes him feel good.

It’s an unrealistic wish, so I let my lips drag up the back of his neck until my nose is buried in his damp curls, and I inhale the scent of him mixed with my shampoo.

It’s perfect.

We’re both spent and panting now, using the slick shower walls to hold ourselves up, and when my cock slips out from between his legs, covered in my own come, I reach for the washcloth, ready to scrub away the remnants of such a beautiful act.

We begin to wash off all over again, but this time, I allow myself to touch Simon, using the washcloth to rub soap all over his body.

This is what people who only have sex do, right? They clean each other off?

It doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m just helping him, and he doesn’t seem to mind, if the soft sighs and small smile are any indication.

I start at his shoulders, rubbing over them gently before sliding down his arms, taking my time to clean each finger. I’m still standing behind him so I start washing his back next, taking my time as I wash over his shoulder blades, down his spine, and into the dip of his back, stopping just before I reach his arse.

I pull at his hips, carefully turning him around, and move on to the front of his body.

I can feel him watching me, but I don’t look at his face as I scrub his chest, watching the suds catch in the curls of his hair there before it runs down his abdomen and gets caught by his belly button.

I follow the soap and water running down his abdomen until I reach his groin. I carefully run the cloth over his softening cock, then over his balls before I drop to my knees, wiping at the traces of my cum that linger between his thighs.

I stand and start to turn to rinse off the cloth before washing the rest of him, but Simon stops me by placing his hands on either side of my face and pulling me into a kiss that is so soft that it takes my breath away.

The kiss doesn’t last long, but it has me practically swooning as he releases me, and it takes me a full minute to recover from it.

Once I’m done washing him off, he gingerly takes the cloth from my hand and does the same for me so that when he’s done, I’m shaking with how amazing it all feels. Who knew that something like this could be so intimate?

Simon

I swear my heart is going to stop it’s beating so fast, threatening to beat right out of my chest. I can barely breathe as we step out of the shower and Baz hands me a towel that smells of him. I can barely even formulate thoughts after what happened in there. The sex, the gentle touches, the cleaning of each other.

All I can think about right now is pulling him into my arms and kissing him softly. I just want to hold him and pretend like this moment will never end. Just for a moment, I want to believe that this thing between us is real. That he feels the same way I do, even if I know it isn’t true.

But it’s hard to remember that when he looks at me like that, like I’m the most important thing in the world.

I’m not sure why he changed his mind about touching each other, but I’m glad he did. It was the first time since I walked in the door of his flat that Baz had instigated the sex. It’s ridiculous how happy and wanted that makes me feel, and I hate that it fills me with useless hope.

Baz will never think of me that way.

Whenever the snow finally lets up, he’ll cast me aside like some plaything, and I will be left to pick up the pieces of my stupid shattered heart. He’ll never even think twice about it, and I think that’s what hurts the most.

Baz

Simon and I make breakfast in our pants, moving around each other at the stove like a well-oiled machine, and it is so utterly domestic that it hurts.

He starts the coffee as I pull out cheese and eggs for omelets. I find some sausages in the freezer and pass them to him so that he can get them going in a pan.

He smiles at me and kisses me lightly before he starts cooking.

Fuck, I love this.

I love him.

Which is why this all hurts so much.

My heart aches with how much I like him, and it also aches with the knowledge that this doesn’t mean anything to him.

He bumps my hip with his, and I think he’s humming something under his breath.

I haven’t been able to stop smiling all morning, and my cheeks are beginning to hurt because of it, but I don’t care. I love every bit of this, and I am determined to enjoy it for as long as possible.

I know we’ll have to stop eventually, but just for a while, I would like to pretend like I mean something to him.

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