#((so we're gonna have him get some Big Scratchies and let imagination do the rest XD))

[springvaletales]

By the time he saw the creature lurching out of the shadows of the tree line, it was almost on top of his companion. An Eldritch Blast would have been too risky in such close proximity - even if he targeted the creature, if he clipped Curumë with any of the three blasts, it would spell disaster. Instead, Michael wordlessly grabbed his sword and scabbard from the ground beside his bedroll with one hand, and used the other to cast a quick, sloppy Dimension Door.

Opening a near-instantaneous portal on the fly in an ever-narrowing space between two combatants was something he might not have tried, in other circumstances. But Michael didn't have time to think about it as he rolled through the portal while starting to draw his sword. There wasn't time to overthink things in battle - he just had to act. He may not have been the greatest swordsman on the continent, but he was fast!

He just wasn't fast enough.

The creature's talons were already swinging down before the sword was even halfway out of its scabbard. For the briefest of moments, all Michael could feel was a biting cold sinking into his skin - as if his face, head, and neck had been dunked into icy water. Then he felt something wet on his neck, and the pain began to register. The shadowy beast threw the smaller human to the ground as if it were batting away a troublesome branch.

A primal sort of panic rushed through his veins as he finally finished drawing his sword, and swung it upwards. He could only hope that he would not hit Curumë; that the half-elf had gotten away from this shadowy creature while it was distracted with him. Leaving him to die would be a shit thing to do, but Michael wouldn't have blamed him. He'd have been...fine...in the long run.

The forest was still tilting beneath him as he lay on the litter (when had he fallen), but Michael had enough strength left to hold his sword and push back against the resistance he felt. The blade eventually caught on something hard and was wretched out of his hands, and Michael let his exhausted arms lay where they dropped. He could feel something trickling down his face, now (was it raining?) and didn't feel very inclined to move anymore. The forest was spinning too much for him to even attempt to get up.

Michael opened one glowing eye in a glare when Curumë 'corrected' himself, and sat up on his elbows again, fully intending to defend his choices. They made perfect sense, in his situation (which he had never really detailed to his travel companion, but then again, most people didn't want to hear your deepest traumas when you've only barely met). The words froze on his lips, however, when the half-elf fell silent and gestured for him to stay the same.

The quiet snap of a twig somewhere beyond their campsite made it clear the caution was not unwarranted.

Very, very slowly, Michael shifted to lie on his side, where he could brace with his hands and knees and (hopefully) leap out of the way should whatever was stalking them decide to lunge. And it was stalking them; it almost sounded something were moving through the undergrowth, but too slowly to be anything small, and too loud to be a predator. Whatever was moving in the darkness was either confident enough to not care about the noise it made, or was unaware it was no longer alone.

The campfire had burned down since the pair had settled in to sleep, but its embers still glowed a hot red in the ashes. Unless their nighttime 'visitor' were blind, it couldn't go unnoticed forever. Michael glanced over at Curumë, and nodded his head slightly towards the surrounding trees with a raised eyebrow. Could he see anything that Michael couldn't? Glowing eyes - unfortunately - didn't provide him any better vision than a normal human's in a darkness like this.

[heresathreebee]

Wearing THAT Part 2

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You finally get to fuck you best friend. Let him show you stars. Previous Masterlist

Tags: 17+ | Undressing, oral sex (female and male receiving), protected sex, light choking and spanking, and hair pulling

AN: damn I took way too long to post this but IT'S FINALLY HERE PLEASE ENJOY

“Big baby,” you hiss. 

“What was that?” Dewey sat up on his haunches and his jeans burned as he straddled your bare thighs. You could honestly say you never once imagined this would happen in real life and you’re kinda nervous about the expectations not just for you but for him. Yet every move he makes brings you confidence– you’re both all in now, why not have fun? You were about to fuck your best friend afterall. Speaking of, Dewey brings your attention back to the present when you feel his warm hands slide around your wrists and pin you to the bed below. “What did you say?” 

You can’t help but squirm and you feel the gush of new wetness seep out of you. Dominant Dewey was never something directed at you before now. “I called you a baby! What are you gonna do about it?” 

He knows you’re egging him on and he’s content to let you. His grip becomes tighter on your wrists to the point of pain and he loosens his grip like a warning. “Maybe I’ll flip you over and spank you, that what you want, you little brat?” 

Un-fucking-believeable. You hate being called a brat, fucking loathe the word, but it sounds like the sweetest threat coming from him (maybe because you know he doesn’t actually mean it). You want to say yes, but Dewey climbs off of you to disrobe. White button up whipped to the floor by the lamp, superman t-shirt lost to the carpet by the door. It’s when he starts to undo his belt that you involuntarily whimper. 

He hears you and goes a little slower. 

"This what you need," he says with certainty. "Fuck, you look good." 

His grip on your ankle encourages you as you slowly but surely wriggle and roll from your back to your belly, never breaking eye contact but feeling your whole body tremble. Dewey must see it as he drops his belt to the wayside much to your disappointment. You want to correct him, tell him you're excited, not scared, but you shut your mouth. Maybe it's for the best, you decide, maybe next time. 

You yelp and quickly cover your mouth when you feel Dewey's hand come down on your ass. Dewey watches your flesh jiggle with a smirk. You feel heat seer through your body and grab one of his pillows to bite down on. You wiggle your hips encouraging him to do more. 

You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and then his teeth give you a nip on your sore cheek. The wetness between your legs grows. Dewey's hand comes down on your other cheek and your eyes roll back into your head. He groans and you hear him finally drop his jeans onto the floor before you feel his warmth meld onto your back. 

Dewey plants a tiny kiss behind your ear. "Ned's still awake. We have to be quiet," he whispers regrettably. 

"So?" You try to roll your hips and feel what can only be his hardened member. "Patty's out, what's Ned gonna do?" 

"Ned will come in here if we're not trying," Dewey replies, "he's done it before, trust me." 

You smack your lips to let him know you're annoyed but you are also immediately distracted by Dewey's warmth as it soaks into you. He's like your own personal heating unit, a furnace in human form. You can hardly feel the chill that usually takes over the room and you bet if you stood outside in the true Chicagoan winter in his arms you might not feel a thing. 

His tongue is even hotter as he runs it between your shoulder blades. You know he's right– there's no spanking your butt in a way that feels good and is light enough not to make a lot of sound. You two haven't even had sex yet and you're already thinking of next time. 

He purrs in your ear, "I'll make it up to you right now." 

Dewey nudges your legs apart to sit between them. You want to turn over and watch him but you're committed to this position and the thrill of not really knowing what comes next. He doesn't leave you wanting for long as his hand slides between your belly and the comforter and his hips roll against you, languidly brushing his cock between your moist folds. 

Fuck. "Do that again…" 

You're not the one in control here, and just to remind you of that, Dewey ignores you. You feel him pull away and his hands circle your hips up so he can slide a pillow underneath and prop you up higher. You spread your legs almost unconsciously and await eagerly for his next move. 

"Fuck." His breath ghosts over your backside and it makes you even more of a mess than you already are. "I can't believe it took us so long…" 

The feeling of his fingers digging into your cheeks is followed by the feeling of him pulling them, spreading them wider for better access to you. Your body trembles in anticipation and your eyes drift shut as you feel his dexterous tongue circle your entrance. Dewey's moan makes you clench and you have to bite down on the pillow you've kept to your chest to keep quiet. 

Dewey's mouth is languid and exploratory as he lavishes your most intimate parts with some much needed and long awaited attention. Your eyes roll back twice when he dips down to lick your clit, then goes back to focusing on your hole. The tip of his nose is another maddening sensation constantly bumping into you unexpectedly. You're used to your partner's noses bumping your clit, not your other hole. 

Just when you think you can't take anymore teasing, Dewey pushes two fingers into you down to the knuckle and you whine. They're fucking thick and you definitely saw that beast he's got swinging between his legs so you know this is merely preparation for what's to come next. It forces you to shiver and squeeze the intrusion much to Dewey's delight. 

"Dewey…" 

Dewey hums against you and your core tightens in response. The scratchy hair on his chin is driving you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible but you want to see him. You twist and contort until you can look and reach behind you. Instead of tangling your fingers in his hair, you pet him. His eyes open lazily, looking at you over the swell of your ass. His fingers and mouth never stop working your body with the same skill he puts into playing his guitar and you can't stop that wave of emotion from crashing over you. 

Your fingers curl into his hair and you can barely feel the moan he releases into your pussy because you are completely star bound as you cum. 

Your legs twitch as you fall limp to the surface of the bed. Your head is still in the clouds and you barely notice Dewey crawling up your body to lay half next to you half on top to just cuddle with you and let you come back to your feet. You're grateful for the brief respite as you catch your breath and come to. 

"Holy fuck." Your voice is muffled by a pillow and it makes Dewey chuckle. You roll over, put a hand on his chest to push him back and resettle face to face, then rest your eyes. "Gimme like five minutes." 

"That good huh?" His voice is positively dripping with smugness but you let him have it. 

There's nothing like the feeling of his head on your shoulder and his fingers gently grazing the back of your thigh. Dewey's not in a rush to finish, this is your first time together and he wants it to be good– he needs it to be good. Because he likes you. 

You catch your breath and sit up, forcing Dewey to roll off of you. He gets a good look at your front now that you've sat up and he drinks it all in, eyes never lingering in one place too long. That pride goes straight to your head and you lean over him mischievously. 

"This ain't everything you got, is it Rockstar?," you tease, "gonna show me what else you got, right?" 

Dewey's eyes quickly turn dark again and his hands slide up your thighs to your hips. One hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss, your nipples tingling as they brush the hair on his chest. You don't expect him to flip you over and can't stop the AAAAUUGH that escapes your mouth. 

You land right under the headboard not three inches from the night stand. Dewey towers over you, hips keeping your legs apart but it's not enough so Dewey presses his palms down on the inside of your knees to open you up even more, as far as you'll go. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and you're briefly worried he's going to eat you out again– you want his cock. 

The bobbing, red thing that's been leaking precum since you sat in his lap at the party. He must have noticed your line of sight as his hips jut forward just a little bit, inviting you to touch him. You make him look at you as you reach for it, feeling the smooth velvet skin wrapped over an iron rod. It's imperfect in that good way. Curves a little to his left at the end and he keeps his bush trimmed. You give his cock a squeeze at the base with every stroke and watch his eyes roll back into his head. 

Dewey swallows roughly and shakes his head as if staving off a fog. He flicks your hand from his cock and leans down to kiss you again. You allow his tongue entrance without hesitation and run your fingers through his hair, just basking in his attention despite the throbbing need in your core. 

You definitely hear somebody open the door over Dewey's sweet moan, but it's forgotten as soon as the door closes and the grumble that follows is muffled on the other side. It sounded suspiciously like finally. 

You hum and break the kiss to breathe, "want your cock in my mouth." 

Dewey is already shaking his head but you're adamant. "Just for a second, please? It'll only be a second." 

"You're bold in assuming I'm going to last a second on that wicked tongue of yours." 

You chuckle, but you lean back anyway and lick your bottom lip expectantly. Dewey rolls his eyes playfully, but he can't hide that he wants to see– even if only for a second– just how far you can take him. And he is in for a surprise. 

"This is such a bad idea," he says, crawling up your body. "Stupid idea. Terrible…" 

When his hips are high on your shoulders you open your mouth wide, tongue out just to tease him. You are rewarded with a deep, deep groan. Dewey's already thinking about how he's never going to recover from this. 

With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he presses the leaking tip to your tongue. 

Instantly you give him a firm lick and feel his whole body shiver. The frenulum of his cock slides along the tip of your tongue deeper into your awaiting mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck. The noise it pulls out of Dewey makes your nipples ache. 

"Fuck…" 

You relax your throat and take more of him and half way down his shaft you feel the hair of his balls tickle your chin. The man has to grab the headboard to keep himself upright, eyes rolling back into his head as he tries not to cum then and there. Before you can do anything more, his hips pull back, hand pressed to your forehead and he slides out of your mouth with a wet pop. 

"No more, no more," he begs. He looks delirious for half a moment before he gathers his wits and climbs off the bed. He digs around in his nightstand for condoms, flashing six foil packets and asking with far more sense than he has in the past few minutes, "what color?" 

"Green." 

Dewey tosses the others on the nightstand and rolls the green one on at your request. He mumbles something under his breath and you kick him in his pert little ass. "What was that?" 

"I said you would pick green." 

"Well I gotta remind you how good I look in it, don't I?" 

Dewey returns to the bed, towering over you from between your legs and ratcheting them up higher, bending you almost in half to glower almost menacingly. "The next time I catch you wearing tights, I'm going to fuck you through them." 

You hum and buck your hips in invitation. "promises, promises…" 

He kisses you as he finally, finally slides inside of your wet, tight heat. He tries, tries, tries to take it slow but once he's got the head in, he snaps his hips the rest of the way home, needing to be engulfed in you now. Your pussy feels even better on his cock than his fingers and you felt fucking amazing on his fingers. 

"Babe…" 

You dig your fingers in his hair and pull hard. "Fuck me, Dewey. I want bruises." 

Your command is his to obey. It's not long before his deep, testing thrusts become a brutal pounding, one where he has to grip the headboard with white knuckles and hold you down with the other hand on your stomach. You take it– all of it– with dirty moans and thrashing. He's hitting something deep inside you that nobody has ever hit before and it's fucking unravelling you at the seems. 

"So good…" his mumbling voice finally rises enough that you can make sense of his words over the wet slap of skin on skin. You're both coated in sweat and drunk on each other's bodies. Your eyes drifted shut at some point trying to not get overwhelmed by the many sensations but they fly open when you feel fingers around your neck. 

Dewey's looking down at you and you've never felt hotter. His hand squeezes– for nothing more than a single second– and he watches you, still pounding away at your pussy. 

You lean your head back, a silent offering. The next breath you take is deep and you are given no choice but to hold it as Dewey finally finally clamps his hand around your throat like a vice. Your mouth opens subconsciously but you cannot gasp. No air goes in or out of your lungs, there is only a burn beginning in your chest and a dizziness in your head. 

Your eyes roll back and you break the instant Dewey let's slip a very unconscious and in the moment "fucking love you." 

Stars burst behind your widened eyes and a gush of wet seeps in from somewhere in your body and pushes Dewey's cock out. He let's your throat go and has to cover your mouth at the volume of your moan. 

The man laughs at the spectical and pushes back inside your heat, fucking your through your second orgasm and delighting in being covered in way more liquid than either of you expected. 

His pace changes, long deep strokes meant for him and his pleasure. How he can still fuck you at this pace will leave you wondering for months after this, but he does and he does it so well. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down flush against your skin. 

The change in angle brushes your clit and causes tiny sparks in you and you tighten around Dewey with a purr. He meets your purr with a growl, burying his face in your chest and continuing to pump into you. He's close, you can feel it in the frantic change in his rhythm. Dewey keeps time like a fucking metronome but he's lost in the feeling of your skin, your smell, your embrace. 

Your legs wrap around his hips and you run your tongue over his ear before you whisper, "I love you too, Dewey." 

Dewey's entire body freezes. His cock throbs with the beat of his heart as he fills the green condom and presses his hips into yours as hard as he can. He can't breathe until his orgasm recedes, and by then you're coming again too just from the excitement of it all. He can barely hear the whimper he releases into the hollow of your throat as your pussy milks him for all he's worth. 

You're both shaking for several minutes in the afterglow, holding each other and catching your collective breaths. You barely remember cleaning up and changing the sheets. You do remember sharing starry eyed glances and giggles with Dewey just before finally falling into bed and curling into each other. 

"Ok," you say, "I know I said we don't have to label it but…" 

Dewey drags his knuckles against your spine. "Yeah… if you had to pick a name… what would you call it?" 

You hum and draw stars on his chest. "How about… for the rest of my life?" 

Dewey smiles till his cheeks hurt. "I could get behind that." 

~

Morning comes with a flourish of sounds. Dewey's snoring, birds chirping, Patty knocking. 

Oh god Patty's knocking… 

You bury your face in Dewey's neck and groan. There's no way she remembers your promise… right? She's knocking a lot, maybe she's just mad with a huge hangover. "Dewey! Where's my girl? Dewey!" 

"She's in here!" Your head shot up and you looked at Dewey with a face belying utter betrayal. Dewey simply looked at you with no remorse, like a cat who pushed your glass of wine from the table. "Ready to go for a run babe? You're good right? Do your legs work?" 

"You motherfuck–" 

But then Patty was opening the door with a confused face and you had to scramble to cover your nudity. "What? You're sleeping in the same bed now?" 

"Uh…" you're at a loss for words between the two of them. 

"Doesn't matter, get dressed! You can borrow my clothes or Dewey's, shower later! Let's go!" 

As soon as Patty's gone from the door, you turn on Dewey. The man throws a hand up in defense but instead of catching your hands, you kiss him. You hold his heart in your hands and kiss him deep and long. When you finally pull back, he's breathless and ready for a second round. 

And that's when you tell him, "when I get back, I'm gonna smash your guitar into tiny little pieces and stab you with them." 

You left him alone to panic for the hour you were gone (he spent it hiding his equipment from you). 

The End

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