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greytongue · 10 months

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random prompt: massage

cw/themes: no smut. leon never stretches, so you help him with that. then you give him a massage. he’s touch starved. he falls asleep. slightly established relationship? y’all like each other and you know the feelings are mutual. ambiguous gender reader

leon took poor care of his body. sure, he’s an active guy and eats relatively healthy. but taking the time to focus on his aches and pains and flexibility is where he lacked.

you’d hear him let out the occasional grunt or groan anytime he had to kneel, bend over, anything really. especially after a mission is when he complained the most. so, you set it upon yourself to take care of his physical ailments after another gruff mission.

“i really don’t need this.” he sighed, begrudgingly removing his shirt at your command.

“you /think/ you don’t, but i’m starting to believe i know your body better than you do.” you grabbed the body oil from under the master bathroom sink, and headed back into the bedroom where leon was shifting awkwardly.

“okay, so,” you sat the bottle on the night stand, “go ahead and hop up on the bed, but don’t lay down yet. get on your knees, i’m gonna have you stretch real quick.”

he hummed out an affirmative and proceeded to kneel on the bed as you had instructed, you followed him also, settling behind him.

“alright…” your hands skimmed his broad, yet tense, shoulders, to get a feel for what you’d be dealing with. he sighed and hung his head at just being touched. you frowned slightly at this. you guided him through multiple upper body stretches to warm his body up before you’d be handling the muscles.

“feel alright so far?”

“yeah, this is fine.” he rolled out his shoulders a bit, already feeling a difference.

“great,” you flashed a smile. “go ahead and lay down, i’m gonna start working on your shoulders first and then making my way down.” you scooched off the bed to grab the oil, coming to a stand on the side leon laid at.

“this might feel a bit weird,” you poured the liquid in your hands. “but it’s just so it’ll make it easier for me to do this. ready?” he nodded and you got down to business.

leon shivered as the body oil made contact with his skin. “sorry if my hands are cold.” your eyebrows furrowed apologetically, thumbs circling out a knot in his shoulder blade.

“mm-mm, feels nice..” he groaned in delight as you worked out the muscles in his upper body, placing a small kiss on his pale skin before moving from the right shoulder to the left and massaging the knots out. you began working your way down, with some trouble however. you couldn’t leverage yourself right with how you were standing.

with some hesitation, you proceeded carefully, “hey, is it alright if i, uh.. straddle you? it’s just so i can get a better angle.”

“mm, do whatever you need to.” he slurred out. you didn’t realize that he was half asleep while you were doing all this. you smiled, swinging your leg to rest your knees on either side of him and gently placed your weight down, continuing your ministrations. you slowly work his muscles as you go down, placing chaste kisses once you’re finished with a certain section of his strong back. he’s letting out soft sighs and moans and it has you smiling. you’re happy that you can give this worn-out man some peace.

once you’re finished with the entirety of his back, you rub in the excess oil into his skin. slowly moving your hands back and forth along his back, making sure everything is fully moisturized. you hum contently, now finally finished.

you gently place your hands on his shoulders, signaling you’re done. “okay leon- oh.”

what do you know, he’s fallen asleep. he looks.. peaceful. his eyes are closed and you can see his pretty long lashes perfectly this way. his eyebrows are usually furrowed in concentration or stress, which you always comment he’s giving himself premature wrinkles, but they’re relaxed now. you can see his upper back falling up and down slowly from his breathing, his plump lips slightly agape.

you snicker to yourself and pat his back, climbing off the bed carefully and pulling the duvet onto him. once you’re finished tucking him in, you pet the strands of hair from his bangs out of his eyes and press a kiss to his temple.

“sleep well, kennedy.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil leon #leon s kennedy #fluff fanfic #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #feelgood #feel good fanfic #kinda established relationship #fluffy

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mermaids-ate-my-dinner · 2 months

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Hot Take

Heros of Olympus would be so much better if everybody was single.

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geraskierfanficprompts · 7 days

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Prompt 12

Geralt has a thing for biting. Jaskier has a thing for not looking like a mauling victim the day he performs at a very prestigious court. Geralt agrees he'll hold off on the biting for a few nights, so Jaskier is "presentable." But now he looks unclaimed. He looks like he has nobody that loves him and watches over him. Nobody that can bite him in the heat of passion. Geralt sucks it up and decides that he'll just have to come along to make sure nobody gets any ideas about doing anything to his bard. And so what if he spends most of the night staring longingly at Jaskier's neck like some kind of starved vampire? Who says you get to judge? *grumpy witcher noises*

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bratphilia · 6 months

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i would sell my left foot to have my cheeks clapped by neighbor/family friend william afton

you and me both anon. you and me both

in fact, william is obsessed with fucking you at any given opportunity, especially in cases where there's the danger of being caught.

one of these instances is at a dinner party your parents are hosting. when you walk in the door, coming from work, all william steve needs is one look from you to know what you want. what the both of you want, really.

a few minutes pass by and he decides to go after you, making a quick excuse of going to the bathroom. when he opens your door, you're already naked and standing in front of the mirror as you remove your makeup off. he approaches you and greets you with a kiss on your shoulder and on your cheek, embracing you tightly from behind.

"someone missed me," you say with a smile growing on your face.

"missed you so much, doll," he says, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and closing his eyes blissfully.

it doesn't take long before he's on top of you on your bed, cock sheathed deep inside you. one hand is over your mouth to silence your noises and the other is wrapped around your neck, a new kink the two of you recently discovered you enjoy.

he's pounding into you mercilessly, causing the bed to squeak like it will snap any moment now. he tries his best to keep his own grunting to a minimum, but fuck is it hard. especially with the way your pussy clenching around him.

the goal here is to not make you scream when you come, which is hard for you because you're just so receptive to his every touch. so, as a solution, when he feels you getting close, he presses his mouth to yours, enveloping you in a kiss made rough by his movements.

a squeal is muffled in his mouth as you drench his cock in your come. he pulls out and pumps himself until he's ejaculating on your stomach.

#it might not be obvious but this is kinda a sequel to glass window #since yk theres a pre-established relationship here #fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #steve raglan #william afton #william afton x reader #asks

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nolongerapileofashprobably · 10 months

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While I am definitely a supporter of “they shared the bed” in the Hateno house

I just know for a fact it didn’t happen instantly… instead Link would take power naps whenever Zelda worked with the kids or in her study. He can go a long time without sleeping and is more than willing to sacrifice the bed so Zelda can actually get rest. She protests at first but admittedly does understand she just fought Ganon back for a century. She needs actual sleep.

Instead, it gradually became evident that the longer Zelda was back, the more and more the trauma from the Great Calamity and the fight with Ganon presented itself. It was a slow overtake of her mind, the exhaustion and shock from it all numbing her until she began to accept the reality that she was safe. Link was safe. Hyrule was saved.

And with her guard lowered, the fear, sadness, and anger came back in the forms of internal warfare. Her rest was disturbed by nightmares, her magic completely sapped from her being. She had nothing to defend herself from it.

Well… not nothing. She had Link.

And in these weeks of getting to know each other again, of finding the Link post-Shrine of Resurrection much more open with his emotions, she knows her faith in him has never faltered. And that is how she knows she is still safe.

And it takes time to come to that level of comfort and genuine vulnerability, more because of their own individual traumas than their relationship. And that’s when they realize everything is a little bit easier when they’re in each other’s arms. The nightmares become blissful sleep, fragments of dreams comforting them, but not as much as the serenity being so close with the other brings.

It was a tentative, shy question at first. “Will you come to bed with me?” “I just can’t seem to sleep very well and I know if I’m with you, I’m safe.”

And the answer was always going to be yes. It didn’t make sense not to. Link would do anything and everything to keep Zelda safe and happy, so peaceful sleep was definitely included.

And that’s how they found themselves healing together. And it was ridiculously easy to share a bed and just sleep. To rest. To know they were doing good work all over Hyrule and still finding the time to make a home for themselves. To be that home for each other. That peace.

#and that my friends is how zelink ultimately fell in love again with each other again #and how they fell into a domestic relationship without specifically establishing it #instead it just kinda happened one day without any dramatic declaration #just a casual acceptance that they are each other’s home #and that they don’t need to announce anything bc it is theirs and theirs alone #everyone understands it to be true without having to be told #annnnnd then they’re separated all over again 🙃#zelink #botw zelink #loz botw #botw #link botw #the legend of zelda #botw link #zelda botw #zelink botw #the legend of zelda breath of the wild #totk zelink

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honeydots · 2 months

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did a redraw that was going around on twitter a while back~ ♥♥

og by _K0TTERl_ from their manga veil!!

#xanlow #fe laslow #fe xander #fe fates #feif #fire emblem fates #fe14 #literally have an au where this is remarkably close to their meet cute LOL #i kinda adjusted the redraw to make it match that au eheh. the strawberry moon is where laslow works #its kinda like.......... a showgirl thing....... a showboy.....................#fdjfkdshfsdf. be nice to me okay i like to indulge #might not even be a showboy its more like an entertainer. sorta. im still deciding on the finer details #its my 40s au...!! the main premise of this au is NOT this tho lmao #this is more like. 'ah here's how the established relationship xanlow happened'#okay ive rambled far too much and im embarrassed goodbye #dots draws

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youchangedmedestiel · 8 days

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Chapters: 3/3

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 5,187

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Jack Kline is Not God, Saileen Mentioned, Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Neck Kissing, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Attempt at Humor, Deansturbation, Masturbation, Teasing, they are so gone for each other, They try to resist it though, because of that silly game they are playing, Smut, Two Endings, Don't be afraid to tell which one you prefer

Summary:

Dean and Cas waited 12 years to finally be together. So, they think they can resist each other, but do they? (Please, read the notes at the beginning for better understanding)

Notes:

I got this idea from this pic (coming from this post on x):

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lollytea · 2 days

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Toh leaked pilot making me cry over lost lumity potential

#as much as i love the addition of willow and amity having a relationship #it IS kinda clunky in canon #the original introduction of amity in this scrapped version is just SO!!#its so good oh my god #luz first meeting amity as ''the only person who ever stuck up for me'' and then getting her heart hurts #feels so much more personal in establishing their dynamic with each other #rather than her just being ''the girl who bullies my best friend''#like its salvagable. kinda. BUT GOD!! This version with the human witch exchange student thing just feels so much smoother

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delicatedoggie · 22 days

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Asking in a genuinely curious and not creepy way - how do you and your Dad make the long distance thing work? With visiting each other, taking time off work etc.? Xx

honestly we're both very privileged to have jobs that allow us to take a decent amount of time off and are pretty well paying. he can work remotely and i just get a shit ton of pto bc i work for a "socialized company"! we also do our visits as long weekends so typically we're only taking 1-3 days off every other month (since we swap who visits who about every month) and then whenever we arent together we're on call nearly 24/7 :3 we get ready for work together and call on his drive home and facetime when we're both settled for the night and sleep on call and then wake up and repeat. i obviously miss him a Ton when we arent together, but its super manageable with the way that we are together

also i would NOT enter a long distance relationship if it werent for our extremely lucky situations bc i would literally go crazy if i couldnt see my partner on a somewhat regular basis which is why him and i were friends for years before it became practical to commit to each other

#ask #we're also people who kinda gave up on relationships and both assumed and accepted we'd just be single #and i think when ur comfy being single it makes ldrs a lot easier bc i was already expecting nothing #eventually we'll move and live together but for now it works #it also allows both of us to be very career oriented bc we're both varying levels of workoholics #so when we do live together we'll both be established in our fields and we'll just get to live comfortably togethet #its one of those 'we're complete as individuals but we make a bigger more complete picture together' things

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greytongue · 9 months

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Hi! I really like your fics, so I will be glad if you write for me!

Leon x f!reader please

Let's say that f!reader doesn't like the taste of mint, but since Leon chews gum (we know that this guy offered Luis gum instead of cigarettes in re4) with the taste of mint and kisses with him always have a mint taste. Eventually, the reader starts chewing mint gum because he misses Leon while he is away. Leon should definitely tease reader a little about this when he gets back

hi!!! tysm, you’re the first person to request something from me and i am so honored!!!! hope you like this one <333

minty fresh

cw/themes: leon is obsessed with gum. reader hates it. no smut. yall kiss. he steals your gum.

leon is a chronic gum chewer, always has been. the day you met him, he was working on a piece in between his molars and when you two actually got around to talking, you could smell the freshness of the mint on his breath. it wasn’t too intense, but it was there.

he chews gum pretty often. most days you’ll see him with a piece in his mouth, especially when he’s stressed.

now, you weren’t very fond of the flavor yourself. but you thought that his little habit was cute. especially when his jaw and temples flexed when he did do it.

he would definitely offer you a piece if you were around. you always politely declined, mentioning that you didn’t really like the flavor. he shrugged his shoulders, mumbling a “suit yourself.” before placing the strip onto his tongue and flicking it into his mouth. you were quick to turn away so he couldn’t tell by your expression that little trick he always did made you feel a certain way.

you began to associate the type of gum with him. if you saw the brand in stores or commercials, it’d make you think of leon. sometimes you’d buy a pack and leave it where you know he’d find it. he’d always seek you out to thank you, sometimes giving you a gift in return.

you’d been around his mint gum so much that when your mutual feelings were established and the both of you were involved with each other, kissing wasn’t a problem, really. leon ventured out into trying other brands so the flavor wasn’t as strong. but in all honestly, you’d grown fond of how fresh he always tasted. one time he left the gum in his mouth during a make out session, and you thoroughly shocked him by taking the piece into your mouth to have for yourself. he was turned on, to say the least.

it sucked when he left for missions and assignments. you missed him, missed knowing you weren’t the only one in the house. going to the grocery store and buying things you know he likes. knowing he was at least in the same city as you.

it was embarrassing admitting it to yourself, but… you missed how he tasted. you missed the damn gum. your hands gripped the handle of the shopping cart, staring at that certain gum. leon’s favorite. you bit at your lip in deep thought. he had been gone a month and you hadn’t heard much from him, it was getting unbearable. you caved, grabbing the packet and throwing it into the cart.

you fell asleep that night on his side of the bed, one of his shirts in place of the usually pillow case, and a piece of gum that you had passed out with in your mouth. little did you know, leon would be arriving home.

it was late, bordering on 4am when he entered the bedroom, jet lagged out of his mind until he saw the scene before him. dropping his bags, he gently made his way over to his side of the bed where you laid, smiling when he saw the shirt.

“hey there,” he slowly sat by you, carefully taking his hand to brush the hair out of your face and you began to stir.

that’s when he saw it, partly smelled it, on the bedside stable. his brows furrowed as he looked back at your face, glazed over with sleepiness. you rubbed at your eyes and began to yawn. that’s all he needed to confirm his suspicions. he saw a glob of white loosely placed on your tongue.

‘is that…?’ he had a thought.

you gazed up, eyes adjusting before registering that it was him. your leon, in front of you.

“le-“ your eyes widened, about to say something, he was quicker.

“open your mouth for me.” he whispered softly, one of his hands gripped the sheets and the other cupped your jaw, thumb bringing your chin down to part your lips slightly. the blond man immediately leant down to capture your lips in a kiss, humming at the freshness your mouth provided. it was different coming from you. you sighed into it, arms lazily sprawling over his broad shoulders, hands gripping over his shoulder blades as an attempt to ground yourself.

your lips moved in sync, sides of your noses brushing up against each other. his thumb came back, nudging in between your mouths. not allowing the intrusion to stop the motion, the pad of it gently nudged your lips to part more and his tongue invaded in, dipping to scoop up the gummy substance into his mouth, finishing the kiss off with one more press of his plush lips to yours before pulling away.

you inhaled deeply for air, on the borderline of panting. your lids fluttered open and were greeted with a smug looking leon, chewing away at the piece of gum you previously had.

“missed me that bad, huh?” he teased, giving a wide grin as you rolled your eyes, covering your face.

“shut it, kennedy…”

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linktoo-doodles · 2 years

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is there something wrong with mentioning your friend, Eryn

the clip (around 00:24:17) https://twitch.tv/videos/1578038732…

#eryn cyberonix #aimsey #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #comic #my art #Linktoo art #what can I say. WHAT can I say #what a banger line #eryn's hesitance #eryn walking around with one disc looking for a jukebox? when tommy is associated with his 2 discs???#the sense of familiarity that they both call him Tom. fuckkk #watching Eryn and Aimsey weaponizing their already deeply established irl relationships for their characters kinda rocks #not even gonna lie I'm like obsessed #Eryn actually as Tommy's childhood friend acting out a fake bitterness towards this 'wilbur' tommy is hanging out with #Aimsey's unrelenting faith and patience for tubbo and ranboo #It's like juuust enough authenticity they harness into their stories

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hitlikehammers · 3 months

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intimately entwined

rating: e (but not how you think) ♥️ cw: the deepest intimacies in the most unexpected places knocking someone on their ass ♥️ tags: established relationship, care-taking, casual intimacy, fluff, relationship development, slice of life, idiots in love

for @steddielovemonth day three: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if its nothing special

and yes, again: these boys probably grow up to star in the rockstar-husbands-with-the-sex-toys fic je ne regrette rien which will have a sequel flavoured revival via @subeddieweek in April whaaaaaatttt

“Another.”

And the way it’s said: it’s almost fucking expectant too, Jesus Christ, this man.

“You’re sure this is okay?”

Because, like, Eddie needs to know it is. He needs to check, then double check, then triple check because…because this feels like a wholly different step, y’know? This feels like crossing a kind of line they haven’t even dared to tiptoe near just yet, wholly different from all the other lines they’ve navigated, both reckless and careless but together, always, and that helps, in theory. It helps to know that no matter how they’ve fumbled or triumphed in this, between them: it’s been hand in hand. Before, and during, and after.

Still, though. This is…this just feels very fucking different. The kind of boundary with implications that feel heavy and expansive under Eddie’s ribs. Maybe it should seem less monumental compared to other shit they’ve done, and most of that with far less deliberation and hesitation for them, at that. But this does, it…Eddie genuinely believes this pumps weird and novel through his veins, because it is different; and incredible for it, no question. Terrifying. Wholly beggars belief, honestly, and Eddie never really understood that phrase meant but.

He thinks this thing fits it, to a T.

“I said it was, didn’t I?”

Eddie blinks, recenters: was it okay?

And this, this…brilliant perfect little shit: Eddie can hear the smirk in his voice without even looking. He can hear the amusement as much as the loose-ends of frustration. Like Eddie is being absurd here.

Which: what the actual fuck; seriously.

Like, like: goddamn seriously.

“Yeah,” Eddie answers, a little hesitant, a lot fucking dazed; “yeah you did,” because…he did. From the beginning, from even before they settled int to start this: Steve had been…vocally enthusiastic. Not that Eddie hadn’t been! He’d mostly just, he’d just been—

“You think I’m fucking with you?”

Again: without having to see Eddie clocks the eye roll, the not-even-subtle challenge in it.

Alongside the nugget of genuine hurt held for if it turns out true and that: no.

No, Eddie will not fucking have that, so.

Okay, he won’t have that, but also first:

“I mean, yeah—“ because umm…their sex life is a little undeniable.

Steve snorts; how. How

“Here and now, jackass,” he snipes back and Eddie…Eddie really and truly doesn’t fucking know what to do with this. How cal, Steve is. How focused and dedicated to the task. How monumentally and profoundly, just…

How this is sitting in his chest as so much more than the rest of it somehow in a way Eddie cannot wrap his mind around to understand and it’s frightening. Not understanding something so clearly and intimately important; so clearly fucking intimate.

“Not exactly,” Eddie ultimately settles on speaking rather than continuing to gape, continuing to stew in his terror as his heartbeat picks up but speed, it comes out more choked than he’d been hoping; less convincing by a mile as a result. “I don’t think you’re fucking with me like, like it’s something intentional,” and Eddie seeks out Steve’s gaze directly then because that’s it, that’s the hurt part he needs to root out and not crush to bits because he doesn’t crush any part of the man he loves, ever; no.

No, Eddie needs to root that out so he can draw it into the pounding in his chest warm and safe to be cradled and adored until it snuffs itself out in contented fucking joy, for being loved right. Like it deserves.

Which might be part of the problem in the present case just: this time it’s a problem for Eddie.

“Like not mean or anything,” he reiterates, to make absolute sure of this part too; “I just…”

Steve watches him as he struggles to put any part of it into words, can’t even move, or fidget like this: caught, and kinda giddily so underneath everything else, and maybe he needs to lean into that base sensation, see if he can chart his way out from the center versus stumbling around the sides:

“It can’t be, like, enjoyable,” is what he ultimately settles on saying as clear as he came because honestly, that sums up the bulk of it.

Plus he’s learned by now to trust Steve to reach around his rougher edges and find the heart of his meaning, or else, and probably more often: hold his hand as the send out a search party between them for the right words.

Because that’s still it, isn’t it: together.

And of everything else, Eddie doesn’t have to even pysch himself up to trust in that; it just it. It comes natural like breathing.

“Umm,” Steve draws out, a little incredulous; “why not?”

Why not? Why isn’t this exchange clearly one-sided?

“Because,” Eddie tries to find his words, or at least some of them: “I guess, what do you get out of it?”

Steve’s the one glancing to lock their gazes and Eddie…Eddie doesn’t feel ashamed where he might have early on. But he recognises the similar dive where it still lives in his stomach for the gentle warmth that Steve stares into him. Like he sees Eddie’s question, and loves Eddie enough that he won’t dismiss it.

“One more,” Steve instructs confidently, just-shy-of-demands.

“Steve—“

“If you hate it we never have to do it again,” Steve counters; a compromise; “promise.”

“That’s not—“ because fucking hell, as if Eddie could ever hate it.

“One more,” Steve reminds him with the patience of a saint and…Eddie’s moving almost without any thought for it at all, like his body runs the way of his heart and moves for Steve be rote, which.

Kinda, yeah.

“Blow,” Steve’s instructing and Eddie’s doing the moving-by-instinct-because-Steve-says thing again; knows he’s blinking owlishly as he purses his lips and does as he’s asked.

Blows. Ever-so-gentle.

“Okay,” Steve assesses and then grins: “okay, that’s it. Perfect.”

Eddie won’t fucking argue. Not least because it’s true.

Though he’s more invested in the perfection looking up at him like this.

“Verdict?”

And okay, Eddie thinks maybe he has words now, at least inside his head: intimacy wasn’t something he’d ever had before Steve, and frankly was never something he was hanging hopes on ever getting, again—before Steve.

But it wasn’t just because he didn’t have other options that Eddie banked on intimacy equalling sex, either. Because once he did have Steve, it just shifted to the idea of sex as a way of showing love. The more of himself he could give to Steve, the more intimate they’d become: the more of him that was Steve’s for the taking, the more of Steve he look reverent into himself, body to body: that was intimate. That was a relationship, how it looked as it grew. First time Steve came inside him. First time Eddie licked him open. First time he fucked Steve’s gorgeous goddamn thighs.

That kind of thing.

But Eddie’s not sure even the heaviest, headiest sex has ever left his heart as much of a thumping, fluttery mess as just this, which doesn’t feel like just anything: Steve. Sitting in front of him. With a bottle he drove out to Indy to get just for Eddie. Because Eddie wanted it. Because Eddie would like it. Because it might make Eddie happy and it did, it really really did, and—

Steve’s just painted his fucking nails the most gorgeous shiny black, only the slightest bit straying off on the skin, too, and it’s somehow hitting Eddie deeper than the first time they fucked, the first time they stretched each other open, the first time they 69’d in the sheets.

This is apparently what knocks Eddie on his ass for just how deep the love goddamn goes.

“That.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hums, blinking back to the moment where he was busy getting caught up in the new revelation of what intimacy looked like, not to mention caught up in admiring his nails: “what’s ‘that’?”

And Steve’s smiling beatific, incandescent, as he pokes Eddie’s cheek, no, more specifically: as he pokes Eddie’s dimple.

“What I get out of it.”

And Eddie flushes hot under Steve’s touch, then, as it all adds up and seeps in strong enough to shake his core before reshaping him from the inside out as Steve taps the little divot in his skin playfully:

“That.”

Which is how Eddie realizes full on and forever, probably something he already knew, just somewhere under the surface: the intimacy was the sharing of the joy. And in love, especially a love like this one: joy itself is the payoff.

Joy, like everything, is shared by default.

Eddie lifts his eyes, meets Steve’s smile so wide, and relishes the color on his nails as a sign of it for seeing; relishes the dizzy cadence pumping in his chest as proof for the rest of him, to feed and nurture this depth of loving for all the simple things, undimmed and forever until his heart stops doing anything at all. Because there is no pay off, even if there is always something to get out of it. Out of all of it.

Because love is them; together.

Intimately entwined to the goddamn cells.

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