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WIPâs, in date of last posting:
#1 - The Lost and Found (is where I found you)
Desc: Identical twins, trans Xisuma and Ex, completely unaware that itâs the other when Ex signs up for a new job, but really, how long can they actually be in denial?
5 +1
MY CHILDREN.
#2 - The axolotl X series
Desc: Exactly what it sounds like
Will write more for the second work or answer questions about the third work I have planned
#3 - Role Reversal AU (no proper name yet)
Desc: Ex gets X banned to the Void in season one by lying to the Hermits and essentially taking his place. Thatâs it, thatâs the fic.
Joking about the above I am overflowing with ideas
#4 - Who says we run from the sun? (No proper title so thatâs what weâre calling it- I just made that up on the spot)
Desc: Voidwalker Xisuma escapes to season one after his home is destroyed. Unfortunately, he doesnât know what these creatures are, and he doesnât know that theyâre saying.
#5 - The sillies with Xisuma and Wels
Desc: Series of agere X and Wels fics, essentially
#6 - âThey placed that microphone into your hands and said âThe world is listening to you, my friendââ (no official title, I just think Rule #35 - Microhone fits the fic, just a bit.)
Desc: Xisuma was born the Chosen One of their god, the one that would solve everything, once he came of age. Ex resents X for being the golden child, but many secrets lurk within that family.
#7 - Home is so far away (no proper title.)
Desc: Xisuma is kidnapped by these⊠things, he doesnât know what theyâre saying, and theyâve been playing with him, almost. X just really misses his home.
Drafts:
#1 - The People in the Glass
Desc: âWhile cleaning your attic, you find a box of glass balls with names on them. You accidentally drop one, and as soon as it shatters, a person appears.â
A prompt that was gonna be for a oneshot but got out of hand quickly
A strange group as our MCâs for this one (GIGS + BOATEM - Mumbo) donât ask. I donât know.
#2 - I loved you like the sun
Jimmy/Tango/Scott
Desc:
My friend coerced me into writing this /nm
#3 - Youâre making a wreck of broken glass
Desc: The Hermits are unknowingly awful to Xisuma, traumatizing him
I donât see enough of this trope so I needed to write some myself
#4 - Tales from the Void (Writren and Orchestrated by the Boatem Crew)
Desc: Stories from the Boatem crew in the Void, one chapter from each of their perspectives
#5 - Surviving (not the proper title.)
Desc: Little nightmares as hermitcraft.
I came up with this recently and Iâm already so ready to write. I love it.
#6 - I forget what itâs like to be normal (not offical title)
Desc: Aftermath of season 8, Xisuma is sort of suffering. The fact that the Hermits donât know heâs trans is making it worse, and he wish it didnât have to.
I made Jeff even worse if that was possible.
Suggested by and also brainstormed by my friends
#7 - Platonic Soulmates (no proper title)
Desc: Everyone has a soulmate, maybe two, although it doesnât mean that theyâre destined for a relationship thatâs what itâs mostly taken as. Hermits and their platonic soulmates <3
#8 - Oh No! (No proper title)
Desc: Rise, peak, fall and demise of the Evil Emporium
A rewrite of the one I posted a while ago and was not at all satisfied by
#9 - âI wonder when itâs caving inâ (no title yet)
Evil Xisuma/Helsknight
Desc: Ex and Hels are in a long distance relationship, but when Ex moves to America, it starts tearing them up inside.
Songfic of Black Hole Fantasy (The Crabe Wives)
#10 - If I can survive (not official title)
Xisuma/OC
Desc: Xisuma is a completely normal teenager. Going to school, messaging his friends. Getting into fights with his boyfriend. Not being able to get rid of the worry that he didnât make the right choice. Calling his sibling. Perfectly normal!
Songfic of Blood in the Cut (K.Flay)
Many, many creative liberties were taken
I just wanna note that I donât like this ship either. I want to throw this OC in the blender so much. Heâs just there for plot reasons.
#11 - Knight school (no proper title)
Desc: Based on this oneshot and expanding on it because it got the ideas flowing
#12 - Digging up the past (not a proper title)
Desc: Xisuma and Doc have a complicated history. What happens when they return to the scene of it all, make discoveries, and even have their friends with them this timeâŠ
#13 - I thought I lost you (no proper title)
Desc: An old animation I made up in my mind I can make into a songfic
Song is Hold On (Chord Overstreet)
#14 - âThe only friend I ever had wore black and redâ (not a proper title, stole the lyrics it was inspired by)
Evil Xisuma/Helsknight
Desc: Mostly fluff, conversation with Ex and Hels after theyâve woken up.
Oneshot
#15 - Experiment AU (not the proper title)
Desc: What it sounds like. Work #1 is about the hermits themselves and the main experiments done on them, the second will be their own storyâŠ
#16 - Tangoâs at the bottom of the ocean (not official title)
Desc: Mer au, at least everyone except for Tango - who, as a blaze hybrid should burn out in water. Which is what he expects when he falls in the middle of the ocean one day and passes out, but he wakes up? With hybrids surrounding him heâs never seen before?
#17 - Learning (not proper title)
Desc: Admin school, featuring Xisuma, Scott, Fwhip and Grian as dorm mates.
#18 - Dots of shame
Desc: Crack chatfic without any real purpose
Oneshot
#19 - Pizza. (Not proper title)
Desc: Crack mainly chatfic based on the idea of this tumblr post because itâs really silly
Oneshot
#20 - Meddling gods (not official title)
Desc: Xisuma keeps losing his memory periodically, and every time he regains it, more and more of it slips away, so he finally makes a journal. One day, a few Hermits find that journal and realize what their admin is going through
#21 - Bee boy (not official title)
Desc: S7 X turned to the size of a bee
Unintentionally inspired by this, I FINALLY FOUND IT AGAIN. I HOPE.
#22 - Hugs for Ren (not proper title)
Desc: Ren has sensitive hearing, and the Hermits try to be careful of this, but when they arenât able to, the best thing theyâll be able to do is make it rightâŠ
Oneshot
#23 - âI love you but what in the worldâŠâ (not official title)
Evil Xisuma/Helsknight
Desc: Ex comes home, more than a little intoxicated. Hels is concerned, especially because they wonât tell him why, but he takes care of them.
Oneshot
Drafts but more concept-y:
a.k.a - Iâll only work on notes and share some of those instead, I just canât really get writing done with what I have atm! (Might change)
#1 - Creaking!Hels??? (No official title)
Evil Xisuma/Helsknight
Desc: Hels spirals when Ex leaves for season 8, though he doesnât mean to, he gets into a bad situation.
#2 - Old AU (no title)
Desc: Watchers and kidnapping and different dimensions in a strange modern!AU ish setting
My oldest AU I started writing a year ago.
Love the concept, desperately needs rewriting if itâs ever gonna be posted
#3 - And the universe said
Desc: An attempt at strung together oneshots from the End Poem
#4 - Triplets AU (no title yet)
Desc: Pix, Xisuma and Ex have all changed since they were kids, in their own ways, although it is mostly for the better.
My beloved, absolute oldest AU, never written down and newly adapted. So many things in this.
#5 - Hero/Villain (no proper title)
Desc: Thatâs kind of it? Thatâs the AU, hero, villain, vigilante, civilian or civilian with spice, the AU
#6 - Gods AU (no proper title)
Desc: The Hermits and co. are gods or other such deityâs, however, when the pantheon is cast down into the mortal plane, separated, and their memory is lost for unknown reasons- who knows what could happen.
I could actually write snippets from it, but I wonât write anything prematurely
#7 - Highschool AU (no proper title)
Desc: Part chatfic part not, just the adventures of the Hermits and Esmp members, etc through highschool.
#8 - Princess (not official title)
Desc: A trans Wels AU, where he is royalty/involved in royalty
A songfic of Seventeen (MARINA and the Diamonds)
#9 - Royals (not official title)
Desc: The Voids are a prominent royal family that many fear, but they have a lot theyâre hiding.
#10 - Theyâre brothers, your honor (not official title)
Desc: Xisuma and Ex are twins, which would be normal, except for the fact that they're half Helasian and half Overworlder. Those two shouldn't be able to mix.
#11 - Three chances (not official title)
Desc: Hermitcraft turns into third life, turns out their admin wasn't who they thought he was...
Inspired by Nothing Ever Changes (Nico Collins)
Probably a songfic
#12 - Immortals (not official title)
Desc: Xisuma and Ex are immortal. More like, once they hit a certain age, they stopped aging, they donât actually know if they can still die or not. Theyâve both sworn off making friends other than each other because they know it will only lead to more heartbreak, but Xisuma accidentally falls in with a crowd of people, and he doesnât want to admit heâs gotten attached.
Old Au
#13 - Time travel? (Not official title)
Desc: A few hermits end up somewhere that's not their home. There's strange people, but some of them look vaguely familiar... and they claim this place is Hermitcraft...
#14 - Home safety (not official title)
Desc: Hermitcraft home safety hotline AU
I have more, mostly more concept-y than the above. Let me know if you want more. I will give.
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In which I puzzle over metaphysical implications as regards the peoples inhabiting Arda
fyi, a certain familiarity with the (predominantly Christian, I think) concept of fallenness/unfallenness is assumed, although it turns out that it doesn't necessarily work here. Feel free to ask for clarifications
So. I'm once again wracking my head as I try to make sense of what I shall call: 'metaphysical states' of elves, men and others, because the subject is emphasised and lampshaded a lot in the books, and I can't force it all to make sense when taken together.
Ainur are a specific case and I should really leave them aside for now. They certainly can fall â and, unlike angels, change their mind, apparently (which goes both ways) â although they do seem to be more all-or-nothing than everyone else. Still, I think as long as one doesn't go into the implications of time and what its existence or nonexistence changes, they're almost straightforward. But then you have:
Elves. The 'Fall of the Noldor' is very strongly emphasised as a metaphysical fall from grace and further evils, even ones unconnected with the matter of the Silmarils themselves, are blamed on it later (Maeglin!) So far so good. Except. Non-Noldor are also liable to behave in ways that are not exemplary in the slightest, and it doesn't seem to signify a cesura in the same way â and the Noldor in Valinor were able to commit acts that perhaps weren't as heinous as what we call crimes, but weren't good either. Getting into rancid fights with your brother isn't much in comparison, but these are not the actions of unfallen people.
And on the other hand, authorial quote (paraphrased): "Elves in some ways represent Man in an unfallen state". And I'm inclined to agree: they aren't subject to death (except they may be killed, so doesn't this already break down?), and there is something very poignant in the image of their artistry, "extempt from earthly limitations". But they do not lose it, not in any easily tangible way. We can argue that evil diminishes creativity and it's probably true, but there is no hard line anyone passes. And this is again lampshaded in-world with the NĂșmenoreans ("If we die because of some darkness that lay on us before, than why don't the Noldor?").
Which brings us to Men. The existence of a direct cause-effect relationship between fallenness and mortality in Arda cannot be ascertained (Even taking into account a Catholic framework, I feel that logically it need not be the same relationship as the Biblical one since, in contrast with the Garden of Eden, the world was already marred when humans appeared). While I consider the Tale of Adanel to be Gondorian in origin, I can also see the possibility that whatever Men did back then, beyond memory (or in other words "we purposefully forgot") was just that much worse than Alqualondë and the Oath. In any case, Man is very straightforwardly Fallen.
Hobbits. The rules for Halflings are presumably the same as for Men, which is certainly notable, given that they seem to be the least inclined to evil of all incarnates. Not perfect, not by a long shot, but unknowing of wars and violence. A pastoral image, only in-world it's true.
And at the same time, my musings bring me to the unexpected conclusion that dwarves are the only notable "generally unfallen" kindred. Which is, in context of everything that regards them, weird â because by their actions, they are very similar to Men. And yet â either the circumstances of their creation make them disadvantaged from the start (which doesn't really make that much sense), or something happened off-screen, or it's the same case as Saeros, or Thingol sending Beren to his death.
Ents? I honestly don't know if we've seen enough of ents to judge, although they seem generally good-inclined? Huorns are a different kettle of fish.
Before I try to explain orcs, it would do well to know what they are exactly.
In other words, I cannot make sense of it all, enough that I've resorted to calling the default state of incarnates in Arda "semi-fallen" (or, as is, "semi-unfallen"). Which is not a thing that makes sense, philosophically speaking â but I can find no better way.
(Although, to be quite honest, the default state of being in Arda (because of the discord?) seems to be significantly different from the unfallen state of Man as described by religious thinkers in some ways, and not all of them regard merely such things as physical marring, so perhaps "semi" isn't the worst way to describe it.)
In any case, if someone has thoughts on the subject, I'm very open to hearing them.
#post-midnight musings (on a weekday!) so I'm sorry if this makes no sense#my post#Silmarillion#silm#peoples of arda#religion
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Hey sweets only 5 weeks left until GRE so fingers crossed.
I however am thinking really hard about jjk men and they're physical affection styles.
Suguru who likes to lay on you while you're in bed. Pillow? He's never heard of one. His head belongs on your thighs or your belly. He says you're just softer than the pillows which you know isn't true cause you sleep on pillows that feel like a cloud.
Satoru who likes to lay on your tits night matter how many times you tell him his hair is in your face. You're trying to read and he's literally right there. And eventually he starts mouthing at your tits. You have to be wearing the most unattractive tshirt to bed to fend him off and still he just puts his head under your shirt and keeps going at it. If you tell him no he pouts
Nanami normal man that he is loves to cuddle. He's not much for PDA but wheb you're alone he's right by you. If you go to bed before him, he puts everything away, turns off the TV and comes to cuddle behind you.
Toji lays on your ass. Like formerly you're reading on the bed and he tells you to get on your belly. For a minute you think he wants sexy time but nope he lays his big ass head right on your ass and tells you to stay still cause he wants to take a nap. If you try to move he smacks it.
Sukuna, you're sitting on his lap while he palms your ass. He's aware he is too large to be laying up on you so he just has you sit on his lap when he's feeling affectionate. He'll still be going about his business but he likes having you there.
Choso, I think he'd kiss the back of your neck when he feels affectionate. Like nothing overly sexual just a quick peck but it's meaningful. Arms wrapped around you head buried in your shoulder then a quick peck to the back of the neck .
Anyway this has been
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đ§ nonny! you are in the final stretch! you're gonna do great i know it!
ahhhh these were so cute though!
yessss sugu use me like a body pillow!! stage 5 clinger in bed, i imagine you wake up and 85% of his body is just on top of you.
lmfaoo its so gojo to be about the tits. i also see this being choso too. they are both big babies in my mind lchdhjhcbkdfjh
i so see the vision of nanami keeping a respectable distance in public but clinging to you in bed. wrapping his strong arms around you. eeeeeeeeeee!!!
toji and sukuna both would be ass men. i know toji too the type to bury his head into pillows so his face is gonna be DEEP in your cheeks while he snoozing away and you're getting wetter by the minute
and you better not even THINK about getting up from sukuna's lap once he puts you there. ask nicely and he might let you go pee but hes gonna be a lil pouty about it.
awee i do love the neck kisses from choso. i imagine at first he doesnt even realize sneaking up behind you scares the shit out of you so he tries to make a lil noise so you cut off your finger chopping veggies in the kitchen when he comes up behind you. although sometimes when you aren't holding sharp utensils he'll "accidentally" scare you anyway. he just loves to hear your heart beat and how it soothes down to its own kind of erratic beat when you get butterflies from all the neck kisses.
gold once again babes! i hope this week is good to you doll!!
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CUT TIES â Terry Richmond [Fall Crumbles] đ€
A/N: Thereâs enough Terry to go around right? This is inspired by two thingsâŠOFC a song + taking another chance at writing something influenced by Love is Blind. Who saw that wasteful reunion?! Anyways that is what this is so get ready for angst.
WARNINGS: as always language!
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11:32pm
FROM: T. Richmond
I Need To Hear Your VoiceâŠCan You Call Me?
Was the text message he sent you, which made you let out a long exhale.
11:43pm
TO: T. Richmond
Iâm at work T [Deleted] Terry.
11:44pm
FROM: T. Richmond
Iâm Aware. Iâll Feel Better When I Hear Your VoiceâŠAnd I Know Youâre Probably Saying That Iâve Got A lot Of Nerve To Say That To You Right NowâŠYet This Will Always Be True, No Matter How Things Ended.
You were glad Terry can acknowledge that he did in fact have nerve requesting a call from you, when the both of you already had that final closure conversation weeks agoâŠhowever here he was back again, entering your life whenever he pleases.
Picking up your phone, after watching it ring for a while you debated about letting it go to voicemail honestly. You really didnât need to hear many more angles about whatever situation Terry got fucked over in. Things seemed to be going well lately though, at least thatâs what he tried to portray on social mediaâŠwhich was also new for him.
Always the type of man to be lowkey and out the way but after the exposure of being contestants on a certain love show, he stepped out just a little. It was never too much, Terry wasnât the type of man to be in your face about his blessings but if things went south, then he had no problem stepping to you if common ground couldnât be located.
âHey,â He starts, his deep tone sounded as if he was ready to go to sleep, possibly lying down, whereas you were wired on your night shift, âSorry for bothering youâ
Rolling your eyes, you couldnât help but to let it slip through your lips, âAre you though?â
He hummed, âNope, canât say that I am, to be real with you.â
âWell, canât ever say you failed at honesty.â You replied with a hint of sarcasm which made Terry chuckle humorlessly, âWhatâs up? What was so important that you needed to be on my hotline right now?â
It was Terryâs turn to roll his natural underlined eyes but heâs not trying to pick a fight or even think about you with someone else, ââŠthe house is too quiet and I couldnât sleep. The first person I wanted to talk to, to ease the loud silenceâŠis you. I believe thatâs how itâs always gonâ be.â
Not long after you called it quits, Terry closed on a house that heâs been eyeing long before he decided to go on the show. It was meant to be if they couldnât get it sold. He of course talked to you about it once you were out of the pods, saying how some rooms needed Reno and asked your thoughts on if that could be your main home once married. Thankful that you already had your home that you owned at such a young age, You spoke about how much you already invested in your home and how you had no plans of selling just yet even if you two chose to get married.
Which isnât something that he wanted you to do but questioned how this would work. He wasnât down with sleeping in separate houses, although Terry knew it would take time to get everything right, the house he bought was livable and he wanted that with you.
Something that Terry always admired about you is, that you had your own mind and drive to do what you felt was best for you. He respected it, had to really learn how to when you said you two needed to put some distance between you after a final argument got too heated.
ââŠIâm sure youâll get used to it at some point.â
âI donât know if I agree with that.â
Terry listened to you sigh.
âIâm going to say something you wonât want to hear but Iâm saying it anyway,â you start as you lightly flick your feathered pen back and forth at the desk, âYouâre going to have to get comfortable being alone in that house, Terry. I know youâve been used to being a lone wolf majority of the timeâŠbut you officially settled somewhere now and youâre building a life outside of the danger you once knew. Which Iâm proud of by the way but youâre going to have to start finding comfort elsewhere or with yourself because Iâm not going to provide that to you anymore.â
Terry was afraid that you were going to say this one day. Usually you both were good at having balance when your relationship was solid, giving each other the space needed and showing up when needed. Everything just took a turn once the chaos showed up again at Terry and his cousin, Mikeâs business. This was the first time Terry ever lied to you and that came at multiple costs. It blew up in his face because leaving you in the dark and not communicating with his fiancĂ©e? led to being stalked and a home invasion that still haunted you.
Terry would always be sorry for that.
From bliss to passion to heat to closure to yearning. It was all stages of what this relationship was, for Terry it was the process of your love story whereas for you, it was part of your origin story.
âWhat if I sayâŠIâm finding thatâs not what I really want?â Terry speaks, ââŠThat I donât see much of a future without you in it? We talked through that hurdle, we wished each other the best after the reunion but what if thatâs not enough for me? What if weâre each otherâs best?â
This was another side you predicted would happen. One thing about you is, your mind was always turning just like the earth spinning on its axis. Which took another turn in your argument, speculating things that werenât true once you found out that Terry lied about some new men targeting him. You predicted that once you both tried to move on and live without each other, the other would crack. It happened before, a month after the reunion when his aunt invited you to her forty-fifth birthday party. Your friends told you not to go and that night made you weak for Terry Richmond.
So weak you couldnât feel your legs for days, Terry knew your body so well, had no problem burrying himself deep downstairs in his auntâs basement, green hues trained only on you, while having your legs in the perfect V over his shoulders, and that man was a mountain.
A dangerous one.
Now it was your turn to fully stand on business and the year was coming to a close so you didnât need Terry to find new ways in.
That was supposed to be understood but you both fumbled that at the party.
You had enough time to figure out what was best. Of course you experienced the what ifâs yourself, been as loyal as they came but a structured life of constantly looking over your shoulder was just not it to you. To no longer feel safe with the man you thought you would grow old with. Now you had the world weighing in on what theyâve seen on their tvâs and onlineâyou can handle challengesâyou worked as a nurse on the oncology floor, however you have to be smart enough to realize when it was too much and that was enough to walk away.
âAt a time we were,â you finally answered before reassuring, âEverything youâre feeling is valid. I hear you. Iâve been there and got through that. You will too.â
Terryâs silence was as potent on the phone as what he probably felt like the inside of his home was. The scratching of the branch that was too close to his bedroom window was similar to the clawing you were doing to his heart. He didnât want to lose you for good, call him selfish but he didnât want to just forget the unique connection you built.
Although he felt disrespected with the way you spoke (yelled) to (at) him during your breaking point, he was willing to come back and work through it but ultimately it felt like there was no trust there anymore. Terry did feel like you were looking for a way out because you two were âtooâ good together, unfortunately this was too big of a situation to come back from.
The stubborn one out of the two, Terry can sense that you already had your mind made up. Two tough conversations were had, one behind the scenes and another for streamers to dissect and formulate their own opinions on, should have been enough but Terry always kept his cards close. You were his most precious one, yet you were telling him how to store it away back into the deck for good.
âIs this really what you want? To fully walk away?â
A hint of annoyance hits you and could be felt as you start, âWe went over thisâ
âSo us going two rounds that day meant nothing?â
Sure it did.
âTerry that was goodbye, you had to have known that. The last hurrah. So let me make it clear this time without raising my voice because I know you hate thatâand Iâve been working on itâIâm cutting ties.â
Half expecting the line to go dead, you still find yourself holding your breath as the quiet goes deadly silent. Until you hear shuffling on the other end, Terryâs sitting up on the edge of the bed now, feeling a stress headache arrive right on both sides of his temples which then radiate to the back of his neck.
âI donât want this to come off the wrong wayâŠbut I love you. I need you to know that.â
That was obvious but again, sometimes love isnât enough.
âDonât do that.â
âWhatâs that?â
âTrying to find other angles to make this work. We tried after the big argumentâthat spark isnât the same and would never be the same.â
Terry huffs, âMaybe we didnât try hard enough.â
Grasping at straws, was not necessarily in Terryâs nature. He also knew that statement was just not true. Both of you put your hearts on the line and this was something the both of you would have never taken so lightly.
ââŠdonât let your loneliness overshadow what canât be managed. We been made our decision but this is me finally enforcing a boundary.â You inhale air through your teeth before continuing, âYou are headstrong, very structured and lived a life that I know nothing about if it comes knocking at our door again. What happens if we brought kids into that? Itâs not that I donât believe you couldnât keep us safe, itâs the fact that our lives would always be at risk even if itâs not something you intentionally brought to the table.â
âWe take risks every time we step out the door. Thatâs what life is,â Terry tried to reason, âI tried to leave the life I lived prior behind me, which is why I like to keep to myself and not open up. You changed that. I know weâve been over this countless of timesâŠI just donât know if Iâm ready to completely cut the rope. To never have you around isâŠa scary thought.â
In a minute, it wouldnât just be a thought.
âItâll be as if before we met. Iâm not saying itâs easy by any means but Iâve accepted the art of letting go. Ending access to each other for real this time, does not automatically mean we never loved each other or there isnât any more love there. If we fell back into each other, it would be a repeat of all the pieces we wouldnât want to live with. Itâll be hard to fake and deal with.â
âDeal with?â Terry echoed in a tone that oozed frustration, âIâd be willing to be a team.â
âThen why wasnât that taken into consideration when those men shot up your business? Or me being stalked by one of those men at work? Then being followed home.â You felt your blood pressure rising at what you thought you forgaveâbut everything is a process, âOr when Summer and I went out to lunch, just to find out that she knew about the drive by before I did? Or how I almost got ran over on purpose in the parking garage at work? That didnât feel like team work. I was in the dark when we needed to continue to be a piece of each otherâs light from the damn sun rays. Being the last to know often, did not make me feel like a priority. I feel like that part of you, you wanted to shield me from all the timeâŠso now Iâm going to be a shield on my terms.â
Terry Richmond never wanted to be responsible for changing the trajectory of someoneâs entire life in a negative way. Although you said the love shared wouldnât just vanish, it did feel like you thought about it and had time to sit on it.
He could make this easy and give you what you wanted, should have and it was once something he actually agreed to. However people change their minds all the time and he never saw himself falling out of love with you.
It wasnât about being trained, it was about being in love.
He clears his throat, âI had no intentions on making this conversation out to be difficultâŠI knew Iâd get push back, itâs one of the things I love about you,â Terry says, âI just wanted to let you know that I miss you, that your voice is actually what makes me feel safe and probably always will. And that I hope Iâd get the chance to love you more in every lifetime. That was part of what I wrote to you in our vows by the way and I still stand by those words. If I had more time, those words would be actions. Iâd make up for it, if you just let me.â
Him saying that over the phone, did make you feel a way. It made the back of your eyes burn but the shield was already in the works of being fully up. You didnât need to hear this, you never doubted Terryâs love for you but it was over, you had the scissors slowly running along what kept you connected. Terry didnât get the choice to go back on the agreement, yes people change their minds all the time but there was no time to compromise.
âThereâs no use in crying over spilled milk, Terry.â Is all you can say, leaving each other to listen to each otherâs breathing before the man is finally hit with the call ending.
Heâs left holding on tightly to his phone, taking in the sound of autumnâs whipping air outside of his home. Tossing the phone behind him on the bed, Terry gets to his feet, determination shining his in his eyes while he begins to put his mind elsewhere opposed to holding onto you.
As you sat at the front desk, you snapped out of the dissociation that wanted to creep in, to place your phone on charge. Then grabbed onto some scissors returning back to the craft project you were working on to help decorate this level of the hospital for the holidays.
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Bubbly
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing/starring: Geto Suguru x fem!reader Word count: 1885. Content: Slight jealousy, smut, drinking, slightly drunk smut. A/N: I thought he deserved some attention? I donât know. Donât sue me.
Bubbly
Youâre drunk. Not overly so but the sweet, bubbly wine has gone to your head, making you dizzy and bold. Your body sways to the music, hips tilting first this way and that and you know that many eyes are upon you and for once you donât mind even one bit. Let them watch! Youâre young and gorgeous. You grin to yourself, a grin that turns devilish when someone from behind grabs your hips with their large hands and you know instinctively who it is.
âPeople are staring,â Suguruâs smooth voice curls into your ear.
You lean back, reach for his neck and tangle your fingers in his long, silken hair. âSo? I donât mind.â
Dipping his head to nibble beneath your ear, he growls softly. âI do.â
Somehow, you manage to turn in his arms although you do have to take a moment to position his hands on your ass where you want them.
âJealous?â You look up at him.
He doesnât have the same amused smile on his lips as you do and it causes your thrill to falter.
âJealous is not the right word,â Suguru explains, âthat would mean they have something I donât while itâs quite the other way around.â Finally the grin wins as he scoops you up in his arms. âIâve got you. Youâre mine. Just mine. I donât like them ogling you that way.â
Resolutely, he slings you over a shoulder and carries you off. You arenât sure where to â you donât know the place. In fact you didnât even know that he had a claim to you because as far as youâve been concerned you were only friends who teased each other but hey: who are you to complain.
Landing on something soft with and oof, youâre slow at reorienting yourself because the place is spinning gently, sort of lulling you until you feel whatever youâre on jostle. It must be a bed, you decide, sitting up to see Suguru who has busied himself with getting the shoes off you.
âAre you going to continue after that?â you ask almost innocently, causing his hands to still for a moment.
âI think...youâre too drunk to know what youâre asking...â
âAm not,â you protest. Something inside you is telling you to shut up, but now youâve started and you have to know: âDonât you like me, Sugu?â
He turns to face you, something untraceable in his eyes as he takes you in. âI like you,â he admits carefully.
âGood,â you smile, a hand reaching to play with a lose strand of his hair, ââcause I like you too.â
âYeah...weâre friends,â he points out.
You roll your eyes. âFriends donât get jealous when other people stare at their friend. They are proud and become wingmen or whatever. You like me diffe-â
Heâs pushed you back into the pillows before you realize, lips hard on yours as he suddenly straddles you.
Then he pulls back, watches you anxiously as your tongue darts out to taste your lips where youâd met. He sees the dreamy smile erupt on your face and the way your eyes squint when youâre really happy. Only then does he breathe again. Itâs a sigh of relief and itâs cut short as you grab him by the collar and pull him down for a new kiss.
He tastes a bit of stale cigarette but thankfully itâs overpowered by something else. Chocolate? You arenât sure and right now it doesnât matter because instead of being the sensible one that he always is, he is kissing you back, a hand wandering up from your waist to cup you breast through the dress while the other one comes to rest behind your head. Sighing, Suguru lets his tongue sweep into your mouth to carefully probe at yours.
His thumbs is rubbing at your nipple through the fabric and you arch your back slightly. Fingers tangle in his long hair, not caring that youâre pulling strands free of his half-bun but rather focusing only on keeping him as close as you can.
One of your hands moves along his shoulder and back, reaching the waistline of his trousers which it follows to the front. There, itâs a small leap to find the straining bulge and cup it, feeling the outline of his cock through the rough but pliable fabric of the trousers.
âDamnit,â Suguru growls, rutting slightly into your palm.
Itâs easy to loosen the trousers and slip a hand in. Eagerly grasping his erection, you moan into his mouth as your pussy clenches around nothing. He is heavy in your hand even as you carefully maneuver his cock so itâs straight with the exception of the slight curve upwards it apparently naturally has. Reaching further, you fondle his balls, feeling them tighten in your grasp.
But then he pulls back, out of reach which makes you whine and grasp for him getting nothing but air and the soft strands of hair until he straightens up too.
Looking up at him in the dimly lit room, you can see how blown his pupils are and how his chest is rising and falling rapidly. Slowly (or at least it feels too slow), he unbuttons his lose shirt to reveal his chiselled form.
Mirroring his actions, your reach for the zipper going all the way down the front of your tight dress. You watch him â still, enraptured â as more and more skin is revealed with each inch you move the zipper down.
Youâve reached the bellybutton by the time he loses patience and swats your hand away. In a swift move, Suguru opens the rest, pushing the fabric aside to greedily let his hands roam your body, sliding along the edges of your lingerie and causing your skin to pucker.
With a groan, he buries his head in your cleavage, inhaling deeply before lavishing your breasts with kisses and little bites. Pulling at the cups of your bra, he manages to free each boob somewhat, greedily greeting the perky nipples but heâs soon dissatisfied. Wanting more, Suguru pulls you up, sliding the dress down your arms and unfastening the bra with only a bit of fumbling.
Youâre not sitting idly. Fingertips explore the planes of his physique before starting to pull his trousers down as far as you can reach when he constantly needs your arms in different places in order to undress you. But he gets the point and as he pushes you back onto the bed, he shimmies the trousers and boxers off, allowing you to take him in fully.
Heâs gorgeous. You knew that already but to see him standing there at the foot of the bed in all his naked glory? It makes your heart skip a beat.
Suguru crawls up the bed, taking up position between your knees. Large hands glide up your thighs to the apex where he casually and tortuously slides his thumbs under your panties to feel along your folds and spread the juices there. Heâs smirking.
âYou want more?â he asks, causing you to nod frantically.
Grabbing the panties, he pulls them resolutely down your legs without breaking eye contact. He sits up on his haunches, gathers his long hair and ties it together with the use of the panties. Then, and only then, does he lower his gaze to your pussy, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
âFuck,â he groans, palming himself almost absentmindedly, âlooks even better than I imagined.â
Pushing your knees to the side, Suguru bends down and licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, causing your back to arch and your nails to dig into the sheets.
Heâs good. He quickly learns exactly when he needs to suckle and nibble and when he needs to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue which he sometimes presses as far into you as he can, lapping up the juices as they are overflowing. Then a finger joins, reaching deeper yet and curling in just the right way so you let a loud moan slip free, no longer caring who might hear on the other side of the door.
Youâre done for when he inserts not just one extra finger, but two. Slowly wiggling them in, stretching you while sucking and licking your clit until you forget how to breathe. Youâre so close to bursting and he must sense it too because you can feel his smile on your lower lips just before he withdraws his fingers and pulls away, leaving you wanting.
Kissing his way up your body, he eventually reaches a point where his mouth meets yours and his cock nudges your folds. With a hand, he guides his erection along your slit, spreading your juices onto it before Suguru aligns with your entrance.
âYou sure?â he asks, voice husky.
âYes.â
And with that he slides in.
He is slow. He has to be because even with the preparation, youâre hardly ready for his size. Inch by inch, he fills you up. Splitting you, it seems. But it feels so good and youâre clinging on to him with arms and legs, pulling him deeper every time he rocks forward. And when you eventually canât take any more and Suguru pauses to let you get used to it, youâre both out of breath.
You can feel his cock throb inside you. Can feel his hot breath in the crook of your neck and the way his fingertips dig into your flesh. And you want more.
âPlease,â you manage to whisper.
He sets a brisk but steady pace. Each thrust rubs along the right spot inside of you and find yourself tightening impossibly around him as the tension grows which causes his hips to stutter for a moment as he has to get used to the feeling.
The sounds are sinful: skin slapping, juices squelching, moans and groans.
Suguruâs mouth is anywhere he can reach though always seeking back to either your lips or the crook of your neck.
As he displaces his weight, a large hand snakes between your bodies, thumb pressing down on your clit which sends a jolt of ecstasy through you...a jolt thatâs reformed into a steady current as he rubs tight circles on it.
You friend â your lover â thrusts deeper and harder, causing the tension to built to the point where all you can do is whine his name before it all snaps and you tumble over the edge.
Youâre vaguely aware of him suddenly pulling out, leaving you to flutter with your cunt around nothing. Suguru grunts and when you manage to open your eyes a little bit, you see him coming onto the expanse of your belly.
Slowly, his thumb relents, allowing you to come down from your high together with him as he hangs his head, exhausted like you.
âIâll find something to clean you with,â he rasps but youâre too far gone to really reply anything.
You just miss him while heâs gone to goodness knows where. Thankfully heâs back soon with a wet washcloth which he uses to clean up his mess while kissing every inch of skin heâs wiped.
âIâll make sure to have a condom next time,â he mutters, finally catching your gaze.
A smirk plays along your lips. âHow quick can you get one?â
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For the unpopular opinion meme, positive edition, can you touch on Forces and Infinite in particular?
Ooooooh okay okay
So starting with Infinite himself, I gotta start with the immediate stuff. His design is cool, his powers are sick, his themes (the vocal track and boss battle themes) make me insane, his English voice is đđ
And difficulty aside, the choice of his powers/attacks are actually pretty cool in my opinion. It's pretty wild the way he can change the stage around the player both from a gameplay standpoint and from an in universe standpoint. The fact that his illusions can even affect the environment and deliver physical consequences to those caught in them or attacked by them is something that (from an in universe standpoint) has the potential to really impact and mess with anyone caught up in them during Forces' story. It's a really fun concept to play with, especially if you take it a step further and indlict it on some of our main characters (i.e give them the struggle to determine what exactly is real at this point, even after the events of the story)
With his character too, the different accounts from the game, episode shadow, and the comic prequel make for a fun bout of crafting an interpretation of Infinite as well (no sarcasm here! I actually had a lot of fun drawing all his threads together in my mind and coming up with a reason he's the way he is)
And speaking of the way Infinite is, I can't understate how interested I got in his character just with the simple fact that he doesn't seem driven by his own goals in the base game of Forces
(One of these days I've got to write that essay of him that's part character study/interpretation part extrapolation)
As for the game itself, I actually really like the concepts the game throws at you to start with
"Killing" Sonic off really early, showing tangible changes in the landscape (especially with the desertification of green hill), other characters dealing with Sonic being gone, Tails completely splitting on his own parallel journey to the player, the player character starting out as some nobody Infinite happened to spare, Eggman just taking almost the entire world over after Sonic is removed from the picture, Classic Sonic just showing up because he happened to be with the Phantom Ruby as it began to shift through time and space. There were a lot of initial choices like that that were very interesting to me or surprised me, but compelled me nevertheless.
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Thanks so much for the ask, anon! đ„°
If you have any other topics for the reverse unpopular opinion meme or anything else you'd like to ask, feel free to shoot it at me!
Reverse unpopular opinion meme
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic forces#infinite the jackal#anon interview#ask game#ask meme#reverse unpopular opinion meme#i just be ramblin#To live up to the spirit of the gameâ I did my utmost to veer away from talking about the potential Forces could have had#Although really once I started thinking on this ask for a while there were a surprising amount of things about Forces that hit me that I#liked (wasted potential or no)#I remember another moment that made me insane was when Silver explained that Tails wasn't there because he went awol and 'lost it'#because of Sonicâs apparent 'death'
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Ê FINISH INSIDE HER ?! É
᥎êȘ« sum. what the hell is a full nelson? no worries, luckily underground boxer toji shows you a hands-on demonstration. although, you want choso to try it with you too. not only are you a slut visual learner, but you also think you can take them both - not in a fight though.
wc. 5.8k
warnings. fem! reader, boxer! au, boxers toji & choso, 3sum, choso walks in on you and toji, unprotected, full nelson, manhandling, brief Ćral (f + m), quickie, size diff, finger sucking, praise, dirty talk, choking, they fight over you, whiny choso, squırting, impact play, slight nıpple play, premature ejac, spıt.
an. kind of based on this ask!
âupsie daisey, uh huh. biiiiig fuckinâ stretch,â your mouth drops open once your thighs gets sprawled apart. your back slumps back against the fighter â toji, youâve been training with him for a while. not only were you training with him but youâve also been a bit of a fan. you mentioned to him on how you wanted to strengthen your âflexibilityâ a bit more and of course, he had just the right thing to help you. out of curiosity, you asked him about a certain position you watched him perform on his rival, choso kamo. full nelson, it was considered illegal in some rings if not all. toji would always perform a specific choking move where heâd pin choso down with ease, burly buff arms putting him in a head lock - preventing him from moving a single inch. the entire crowd always goes wild at it every single timeâso you wanted to try it out for yourself. âeasy, easy. donât tap out on me jusâ yet, okay? yâer a big girl.â
bobbling your head to give him a nod, an airy breeze shoves you back into his chest. the stretchy fabric of his boxing shorts tickle against your skin upon impact. âo- okay,â you breathe, gasping once he hooks two big arms underneath the undersides of your thighs. heâs got such a good taut grip that seconds later, you felt yourself throb a bit at the feverish, hot friction. âyouâre not really gonna, heh, choke me out right?â
ânot unless yâer into that, princess,â he jibes, a throaty husk of a chuckle leaving out of him. and as youâre spread all out, limbs extendedâyeah,
you were probably fucked.
after what seems like hours of meaningless stretches and exercises to prepare your limbs, tojiâs finally got you in the position â you were sprawled right in his lap, being in a safe firm chokehold.
his voice was roughly gruff, and as he spreads your legs just a bit further, you feel the cottony bandage that wraps around his arm ghost up against your thigh. his touch was gentle and you intake a sharp breath, further continuing to lean into his touch - his grasp. âmhm, seems like yâer a bit more flexible than i thought. this comfy?â
âno,â you let off a sheepish snort, starting to feel a brief pang on your thighs from the position. to be fair â not only was full nelson uncomfortable but it was dangerous. just one wrong move and snap. but toji was a professional, heâd make sure youâd keep all your pretty little limbs in tact. probably. clearing your throat, your eyes scan around a plethora of trophies and plaques heâs won throughout his career. âbut um, have you ever tried this position with no clothes on?â
toji grows quiet, allowing you to lie back on his chest. black curly strands of chest hair fondle against your skin before he murmurs gruffly into your ear. âmaybe.â
the growing bulge that hid underneath his boxers had you almost feral. you felt its presenceâhow it was just there, poking right against your shorts.
you prepare for yet another sharp drawn out breath, taking in his loud axe cologne that wafts through the entire studio. âcan we try nude?â
and that was probably dumb to ask.
it was very dumb to ask.
your lewd filthy thoughts loved to make themselves known out of your lips at the worst times. your heart raced the moment you blurted that out, feeling the tips of your ears burn a scorching temperature. heâd say no, you were almost sure of it. you were just a dumb fan who managed to be a favorite, surely he wouldnâtâ
âwhy the hell not,â he snickers, sliding his hands toward the smooth curvature of your hips. âiâll go easy on ya for today. letâs get rid of these,â he pulls on the string of your panties, already discarding your shorts with such quickness. âiâll try not âta break you too bad.â
but that was a lieâ
not only did he break you but he stretched you out in all the ways possible.
you had the most dumbest expression, tongue lolled out, legs spread, gushing all over the velvet red boxing mat - time and time again.
pink luminescent lighting shine back against the centers of your irises as you stare up at the ceilingâs lights. youâve never felt so weak. spit slick lips of yours were all swollen and numb from being chewed on constantly like candy. within minutes, your knees were already surrendering, bucking at his very mercy.
âfuck, tooooji.â youâd drag out his name in cute elongated syllables.
the infamous elastic stretch of his cock has you writhe and spasm all over his lap. ludicrously, your voice bounces across the cheap walls of the building. nevertheless, you canât lie to yourself, youâve rubbed a few out at the thought of having this moment with your favorite boxer.
unprofessional, maybe. but he didnât care and neither did you. besides, he was helping you with your flexibility after all. even if it was a bit more intimate than most regular methods.
your heart races, thumping out quick hurried beats as heâs shoving his cock in and out of you. youâre in such a submissive position that you were just a bobble head, a doll. he treated you like one â using your body, bouncing you up and down and manhandling you all over the mat.
he gruffly cackles behind the plushy shell of your ear, watching right before his eyes as youâre jouncing on his dick. your skin was so warm, so hot, the recoil stings for a few seconds before your ass ricochets off his sharp pelvis.
the smacks and paps only grew louder, and so did your sweet melodic moans and whimpers.
a creamy pearl of a ring coats around his base and he grunts, still having a beefy arm around your neck. his muscles flex and you fight the urge to bite his bicep. âeasy, good girl. lean right into me. yâer a natural.â
his words went straight to your cunt. toji was a dirty talker, never a sweet talker.
he knew how to get you wet, whether it was with his slick mouth, his tongue, or even his cock. his voice was always so low, timbre and all. the husk that it carried never failed to make you soaked. embarrassing,
oh, it definitely was embarrassing.
heâs got a free hand gripping onto your thigh, kissing your ass with his palm - rough rude spanks.
the cute flinches of your rear bouncing back against his lap makes him slide a tongue over his lips, including sliding over that notorious scar that slides down the right side of his mouth. âfuck, so fuckinâ sloppy. got the mat all soaked. should make ya lick it up, huh.â
you couldnât even reply . . you tried, but babbles of inaudible squeaks came out instead.
it just felt too good, he felt too good.
youâre panting heavily, the repetitive pop song that blared through the boxing ringâs broken speakers gets stuck in your head. you hear the moist wails of your pussy squelching time and time again, entirely soaking yourself with your own beloved filth. a free hand of tojiâs creeps its way in front of you. hand so big that he could easily cover it over your entire face if he could.
with glossy half-lidded eyes, you stare at his palm, feeling your mouth water.
thick long fingers, he knew what he was doing.
tojiâs just casually waving his hand around in your face in a slow mesmerizing motion as you bounced on his cock. they were so lengthy and thick, his arms had prodding veins for days. from his wrist to the edge of his arm, you saw the veins poking out. he was so built that you couldnât help but stare, couldnât help but drool. âwhat a sloppy little girl. i could really snap you in half, heh,â he huffs, clenched abs pressing against your back. itâs hard, rock hard . . they feel like bricks.
you knew underground boxers like toji had to keep up a strict workout routine but damn.
âbut youâd like that, huh,â he murmurs, bringing another smack to your slick wet folds. you moan at the stretch of your limbs, craving for more of his rude spanks against your swollen cunt. you throbbed from not only his words but his touch too, and the thought of him literally breaking you had you a bit more soaked than you thought it would.
this was a workout of its own - rutting your weight up and down against him. heâs got a secure hold on your body, holding your thighs up in place.
you were stupid, not even acknowledging that youâd already grab ahold of his wrist, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you moan the second the dry bandaged digits delve past your lips and makings way down your throat. as your ass steadily rocks against him in sloppy rhythm, you feel the very tips of his fingers prod against your puny uvula. you almost gag at the unexpected feelingâa cobwebby trail of saliva that was translucent pours down the side of your parted lips.
âno manners, tch,â he scoffs and his ripped abs continue to brush up against your back. âsloppy baby. got some nerve showinâ up to train being this fuckinâ nasty ân soaked.â
the hot skin against skin contact rubbing off against each other had your panties in a bunch, despite them already being technically pulled to the side and abandoned.
you were already still sensitive, swollen achy cunt sobbing out its own pleas of pleasure.
haphazardly, your knees buckle and he snatches his fingers out of your mouth. he does this solely to get a taste himself, swirling his pink pointed tongue against his slippery digits all thanks to you. âstartinâ âta think you came here for more than to just get an autograph ân work out with me, pretty girl.â
and as the plump crown of his cock molds you a tiny brief bulge from just his size alone â it repeatedly thrashes up against your sweetest spot. you shudder, about to collapse backward before you hear the jingling bells of the front door sound off.
âh- hey, toji man. did i leave my . . gloves . . ?â
choso, tojiâs rival and regular training partner stares at the erotic scene and his face twists.
âoh,â and heâs flustered right away.
you stop bouncing and your eyes widen as big as saucersâyet, you werenât even embarrassed. you were in awe, you knew all about choso kamo.
the choso kamo, anyone would be crazy not too. he was the most recent up and coming boxer, and after beating toji with a brutal close score of 58-57.
as youâre reclined back against tojiâyou finally get a good look at the other dark haired boxer.
he was slim yet also well built, choso was known for fighting opponents with his iconic ponytails but as of currently - he started to wear his hair down. sometimes heâd pin it up, a bit of a wolf cut that flew down his broad shoulders.
as his bashful gaze met yours, he grew nervous. very nervous.
black sable hued shorts cling onto his hips whilst he was shirtless, a few past battle scars painting the entire canvas of his perfectly chiseled body. âam i . . interrupting something?â
ânah. câmere, âcho,â a husky voice calls out and he pauses in his tracks. the air suddenly clouded its way with imaginary thick smoke of lust and tension. itâs so thick you could cut it with a knife.
he swallowsâdragging his bare feet across the crimson red mat toward you both, ducking underneath the stretchy multicolored bars before gawking at you. he was far pretty up close once he entered the practice ring, he runs a hand behind his neck before averting his eyes away from your nude body out of respect.
âheâs always been kinda shy,â toji purrs to you, still buried deep into your cunt. you shiver, every movement he makes makesâeven just sitting up makes you let off a soft noise. you chew the inside of your cheek, feeling a stickiness stick between your thighs. dark green eyes flicker at choso and he hums, tilting his head. âchoso, you know how to do full nelson too, yeah?â
ây- yeah, of course i do why?â
âyouâre avoiding eye contact again.â
choso gulps - burying his hands into the burrows of his shorts pockets. a sheet of sweat marinates across his forehead before he glances at toji, rephrasing. âeh, yeah i know how to do full nelson. why?â
âbecause,â toji smacks his lips, a hand prying its way between the valley of your legs. you moan, still feeling full from tepid hot dumps of his cum practically oozing out of your puffy slit. âweâve got a new opponent ân she wants to experience what itâs really like on the ring.â
âtoji, we do full nelson all the time,â choso timidly runs a bundle of fingers through his buzzed undercut, a timid smile curling against his lips. âwe never usually do it um . . naked though.â
the boxer underneath you deadpans. he could be so dense, choso stands still before a small gasp wrenches out of his pink glossed lips.
âoh.. oh,â and his face turns into a flustered tint.
youâve watched a bit of his interviews and it seemed not only was he shy with the press but he was also very shy in person. it was cute, regardless.
as youâre busy being trapped up in your own thoughts, choso canât help but peek down toward your legs. you were all exposed and being stretched out by his rival. he sucks his teeth in longing, briefly staring away before feeling himself grow a bit . . aroused. âi feel disrespectful for looking, âm sorry.â
âno, itâs okay,â you murmur in coy reassurance, and a hand tugs onto his wrist. chosoâs breath hitches at your touch, and you felt his dark eyes flicker back toward you. thereâs this look in chosoâs eyes, itâs mainly lust-driven. his pupils were blown and his heart raced, you looked so pretty. itâs not like he didnât exactly not know you. heâd see you every so often when you were âtrainingâ with toji. not only that but heâd spot you attending almost every boxing match. always in the front row with a vip lanyard. secretly, you were more of a choso fan but toji didnât have to know that. âdo you wanna touch me too?â
âyes,â he blurts out almost right away and his face flushes a deeper shade. a rumble from toji shakes his shoulders - heâs chuckling, and you feel a big arm wrap around your torso. you bite down on your lip, still feeling yourself sit in a creamy puddle of filth, warm cum still plugged into you. choso starts to pant, watching you slither a hand between your thighs, spreading your soppy pussy lips. âi mean.. oh, thatâs..â and heâs barely able to think straight, watching as you toy with yourself whilst still being full of tojiâs thickset cock. his head starts to spin before he inches closer, kneeling down after your cute hand gestures to come here. âa- are you sure you want me toââ
âitâs okay, go ahead.â you hum, guiding his wrist.
âchoso, sheâs not gonna bite ya,â toji snickers, bringing your legs back down. as of now â you were currently straddling him with your back facing his chest. choso rubs his neck once more, growing sheepish yet again. itâs adorable, but again, heâs seen you at his matches and face offs. choso being choso though was far too shy to say anything or thank you for your support. but now, maybe he could thank you in another way. toji crosses his arms, cocking his head as he glances at the scene. âatta boy.â
a scowl forms on the timid boxer as his fingers resume to brush up against your drooling cunt. âs- shut up, toji,â and you let off a moan at his gentle strokes. you continue to lie back against toji - staring at choso, ogles as two plump fingers of his partnerâs play up and down against your soddened entrance. chosoâs mouth starts to water the more he stares, admiring how full you wereâyou had a few remnants of tojiâs cum oozing from your slit and he swipes it up, bedaubing it against your pussy to make it sheeny again. âf- fuck, youâre so pretty.â
âyou can t- touch me more, choso,â you lightly pause his hand by grabbing his wrist. his eyes meet yours and he felt the tent in his boxers tighten. oh, he was already whipped from the sound of your voice. with half lidded smoky eyes, he huffs out a single breath before glancing at your lips. you climb off of toji and a brief pop exits your cunt - dragging choso closer. âare you hard, choso?â
âheâs definitely hard,â toji tchs, averting his jade green eyes toward his partnerâs shorts. it was hard to not notice the presentable bulge thatâs sticking right in front of his leather everlast brand shorts. âcute.â
âshut up man,â he repeats with a glowering scowl.
with a cute dramatic sigh, choso grumbles something under his breath - trying to pay more attention back toward you. he leans into your touch, closing the gap between your legs until heâs right between you. choso presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone before moaning into your tender skin. he couldnât help but suck against your shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in your candied flavor.
you were so sweet - bandaged hands roam everywhere on your displayed body before he exhales deeply, staring at you with almost heart shaped pupils. âyou . . wanna try full nelson with me too, princess?â
throwing your arms over him, you hum with a subtle nod. âyeah, âs okay. i can handle it.â
famous last words,
with choso . . he stretched you all the way out, probably even more than toji.
his cock was just as thick, maybe even more. his fat reddened tip swelters the inside of your sopping pussy so good until youâre whimpering his name on constant loop. itâs like a mantra, youâre so dumb that itâs like his five lettered name was the only thing your brain could comprehend to say.
heâs got you upright in the same exact position before, slinging two beefy arms underneath your thighs as your weight bounces and defies gravity.
âfuck, fuck,â he whines, the addictive squeeze your cunt had never failed to make itself known. he reached any and every area so deep. choso had a delicious curve to his cock that sent you straight butterflies. it expands through your walls, french kissing your insides until you whine. his base was repeatedly getting smacked from your ass, each ân every time you jerked up from his lap. ây- youâre so good. so warm, âm gonna pass out.â
âarenât you the boxer though?â you try to tease, but your cheeky voice falters the second his slitted tip kisses against that spot.
your vision was merely blurry, seeing nothing but a kaleidoscope of stars. in almost defeat, your head falls back against his chest and toji watches the entire time, buff arms crossed and an amused cunning expression. seeing you milk his rival was something he didnât know would turn him on so much.
choso doesnât reply to your little jest, still pumping such fat inches inside of your gripping walls. heâs already dumb, knocked out cold with a solid punch - not necessarily from an opponent, but your pussy. âhang onto me, âkay? this position requires lots of um . . s- stamina.â
as you nod, your entire body dangles and bobs from the movement â parching hot friction gluing against each jolting limb before you spasm.
âchosoooo,â and your thighs collapse, coming to its pleasurable demise. his thrusts were sloppy, the squelches of your own body was so lewd. you heard it through and through, glancing down to see yourself flutter and clench around his cock. âfuck, fuck âm gonna get close again.â
âwait,â a gruff voice murmurs and you glance up to see toji standing over you. he cups your chin, a thumb caressing your quivering bottom lip. âsuch a empty mouth. hm, open for me, pretty. think you could use some throat training too.â
as chosoâs still plummeting his cock into your swollen cunt - stretching you out dexterously, you part your lips open.
by your surprise, tojiâs lips meets yours and he pulls you into a deep kiss. itâs a bit of a rushing kiss, sloppy and strings of saliva tangling between each mouths. you moan, feeling the weight of your breasts bounce as youâre making haste on the other boxerâs lap. fuck, you were quite literally living the dream. you whimper, feeling his broad hands grab against your tits, using thumbs to push squeeze pressure against your perky nipples. he was always so handsy, allowing his hands to wander everywhere and yanking against the remaining pathetic pieces of fabric that covered your body.
you were still layered . . partially,
his rough scarred hands slide underneath your blouse as heâs continuing to make out with you, curling his parted tongue beside your own before it turns into obscene sucking. your own tongue occasionally scrapes against his scar that located directly near the right side of his mouth - it tickles a bitâhowever, you whimper once chosoâs dick created its own little kisses against your g-spot.
abruptly, toji who was just claiming your mouth a few seconds ago pulls away from the continued kiss to grip underneath your chin again. âah, say ah,â and he hums at your obedience, staring at your pretty pink tongue rolling out of your mouth flat. âgood, âm gonna train this throat a little bit for ya, sweets. that alright?â
âo- okay,â and youâre briefly cut off once he springs out his cock again, thwacking his pink pearly tip against your tongue. he lets off a gruff satisfied grunt, feeling himself harden up once you flick your tongue against his slit. youâre slow, making sure to savor his taste. he watches, smacking his lips and his left brow curls.
toji bites his lip, his abs curlings as he watches you try to suck him of fully â he smacks his cock all against your face softly, watching your needy pout before humming. âsuch a needy cock hungry slut,â and a thumb swipes against your lip, preparing to insert his hardened shaft down your throat. âaw, you want more, do ya?â
you nod before moaning, feeling choso kiss down your neck, yearning for your attention.
ây- youâre doing so good,â choso whines against your ear, clinging onto your jerking body. ângh, donât listen to toji. heâs just mean.â
toji rolls his eyes. heâd reply with a sassy remark but he was still feeling the after effects of sensitivity. his muscles were all tense and spasming from you just bouncing on him just a few minutes ago. youâre just grinding onto choso, feeling your hips ridiculously buckle and snap before he smears his cockhead against your lips like it was lipstick. his plump tip goes against your wet lips, only for him to smack it against your clean pink tongue. âmmph.â you lashes flutter, ogling as he buries a few fingers into your scalp for a good grip. toji grunts, briefly tossing his head back in rapture. his scent grows stronger as he gradually starts to sink his way into your mouth.
ât- toji, âm gonna cum. i canât last,â choso babbles, facial expressions scrunching up the more you quicken your tempo on his lap. toji glances at choso whoâs melting right underneath you â heâs got you in a secure hold, but itâs lazy.
one of his arms sling around your torso, another holding onto your thigh. âfuck,â he sucks against your neck, feeling the stretch increase. your walls were his own worst enemy, preparing to milk him for all of his worth. everything felt hot, his throat felt dry and heâs starting to shake right underneath you. âgonna cum, gonna c- cum.â
ânot yet, âcho,â he grunts, watching as you lean in, adjusting your throat to his heavy size. your tongue swirls around the peeling slit and he huffs, a single hand tightening its hold against the roots that stick onto your scalp. âmhm, look at me. donât worry about him, heâs just a crybaby,â and you can hear choso let off a scoff from behind you. tojiâs sensitive cock was still dribbling a bit with a concoction of your previous juices and he groans at the image of you lapping it right up. âcâmon, little deeper. i wanna feel that slutty roof.â
whilst youâre having your mouth and cunt filled entirelyâchosoâs whining pitches louder and louder. so loud that it reverbs all throughout the thin walls of the empty boxing arena. thankfully, there wasnât anyone here and it was usually closed on saturdays. he didnât like be edged, he hated it.
but it felt good,
so fucking good.
especially due to the fact that he was so close to you, hearing your sweet whimpers follow in sync with his.
your voice made his cock twitch and from the inside, you felt it all.
every frantic spasm - you felt it, not to mention the few lightning type veins that run down the upward curve of his cock, you felt that too.
you rocked against him until your knees were at its last. heâs still holding you up but even he was about to tap out. choso had stamina - but he was no match for his rival, toji.
with murky low eyesâtojiâs staring dead at you, bobbling your head and merely shoving you down just a little deeper.
you get sloppy, a puddle of drool trickling down the corners of your chin and down the valley of your chest before his tip hits against the roof of your mouth again.
itâs a rough rude hit and his cock gives the very back of your throat its own few jabs. a combo if you will â yet itâs more raunchy instead of sportsmanlike.
âeyes on me baby. yeah, yeah,â toji turns your head a bit, locking onto your sweet gaze. âget it wet, clean it up for me. make me just as much of a mess as you, girl.â
his words were so low - an almost growl. you were too focused on toji that you concisely forgot about the other boxer thatâs sat underneath you.
choso came and it was so suddenâhe couldnât hold it anymore.
his grip weakens and he slouched back against the ring, spurts of hot cum pouring into you deep. heâs trembling, feeling a wave crash down on him as heâs succumbing to his high. choso canât help but try to mimic toji, swatting the palm of his hand softly against your ass. even his spanks were respectful.
the worn out boxer pants, letting off an adorable finish. his vocals were quite loud despite having a deep bellow. âbaby oh, fuuuck,â he mewls out, dark brows coming together. choso was about to lose it even more at the feeling your swiveling hips throwing itself around in a circle just because. toji watches the entire thing, how you were teasing his partner whilst having your mouth all stuffed full. as heâs stood tall before you both, his abs clench and you get a face view of it all. perfectly incised along the edges, you saw a few marks and scars coat against his skin and itâs never been more attractive. choso on the other hand found his hands grabbing onto your tits, gently brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipples before nuzzling into your neck. he was definitely pussy drunk â you could hear it. âbabyyy,â a soft voice whines pussy drunkly against the lobe of your ear, and you depart your lips away from tojiâs cock. he groans, viewing you lie back before you start to twitch out a bit yourself.
not only was choso close but so were you. as your legs were all stuck up in the air in its ideal position, you dramatically gasp once you feel it.
thereâs a tugging pile of pressure that presses down on your tummy. your jaw dropsâdangles and everything as youâre being pushed further toward the edge. your arousal steadily builds up until it finally comes.
just seconds apart from choso, you pant - a brief pang of electric shock ascending down right through you. you were speechless for a moment.
thereâs nothing but a white noise blaring through each of your ears. it feels like an unpredictable wave, a powerful wave that ripples right through your entire body. it took you a long time to realize you were finishing - not only finishing but you were squirting.
âohmygodddd,â you whimper out, feeling your legs vigorously shake. you gush out right onto the mat. feeling yourself grow hot â youâre even hotter because of chosoâs body underneath you.
effortlessly, bodies stick against each other, snuggling in filthy warmth. as youâre leisurely coming to a halting stop of your rhythmic hips, chosoâs cock remained tuck inside of you and you catch your breath, head cutely flopping back against his bare chest.
âdid . . did you just squirt on me?â choso whimpers, a tremor in his voice.
his voice, it grew a bit raspier. although, you could still hear the softness lingering underneath it.
toji leans in toward you both, spreading your legs open just a bit more - he strums a calloused thumb down your opening, peering as youâre still fluttering out of arousal and was still sopping wet all the way from your needy clit.
âshe fuckinâ did,â he coos, and he leans down, getting right on his knees.
you watch with low hooded eyes, still feeling surges of nirvana and euphoria overtake your body. toji purrs in contentment, wide open palms slapping against the foamy ring mat before sticking out his lengthy rosy tongue. youâre catching irregular heavy breaths right along with choso, full lungs preparing to collapse and give out before you pulse.
the moment toji drags his long tongue over the dampened spot of where you just made a messâyou felt yourself throb yet again.
so nasty, he had no shame at all. choso watched too, and he felt the exact same way as you did.
âwhat a mess,â and with another throaty chuckle leaving his lips, he cleans the mat off entirely before going between your legs. you moan, his palm gifting your cunt with a single abrupt spank. youâre so drenched that a few spurts of your slick coat onto his hand. toji stares at it, scoffing. âpussy tryinâ to talk back i see,â and he rubs his hand in a circular rotation against your cunt, maneuvering all kinds of shapes with his palm. you whimper, grabbing onto chosoâs wrist. in awe, toji watches as dumps of cum ooze out of your opening and he even licks that up too, sticky black hair all unkempt and gluing against his forehead. the thin black bangs that run down his brows gives him a more alluring look and he hums, darkened eyes meeting his partnerâs. âchoso. donât be a zombie. câmeree.â
you were definitely fuckedâ
being laid out, defeated and just stupidly stupid.
your legs sprawl outward as theyâre both right between them. taking turns, flicking tongues of each against your swollen cunt. they took fighting over you to an entire new level. as they were drinking you dry â you couldnât help but imagine the lewd thought of taking them both at the same time. youâd probably get crushed, you could barely even handle one as is, but two? thatâd be an actual knockout for real.
as youâre still in a trancing daze, you watch both of the boxers with wide rounded eyes, grabbing both of them by the hair. thereâs choso whoâs really sweet and gentle, giving your pussy soft kitten kisses, softly brushing a thumb down your slit.
and then thereâs toji . .
the clit biter - opposite of choso being the clit kisser, he doesnât care.
with ravened brows furrowing up, heâs so rude to your pussy. every few seconds, heâd tenderly nibble against your pulsating nub, knowing that youâre sensitive there. with a smug grin, he shifts his eyes at you to stare at you dead in the face whilst heâs right between your legs. heâs messy too, moving his head from side to side, his scar swipes against your cunt every now and then.
not only was he messy but he was a hogger. he slurps you clean, luxuriating the tasteless flavor on his tongue before he hears choso cutely huff out in frustration.
âtoji, youâre hogging her. âs no fair,â he grunts, dark eyes catching a glimpse at him from his hazy peripherals.
âcry âbout it,â and he spits on your cunt, hooked bump of his nose rubbing all against your slit.
already - tojiâs chin was drenched, and so was chosoâs. they both match with a slick of your sheeny arousal dripping down their perfectly chiseled chins. about a good hour had probably passed â then again, you were too dumb to acknowledge the time. all you knew was that you were soaked. you whimper, being nothing but a stiff shivering mess as they devoured you whole.
the numbness in your legs had your back rising up in ecstasy. you wanted more. sloshing slick tongues thrash and glissade against each other before they eventually . . tangle.
toji groans, accidentally meeting with chosoâs lips and its brief. his eyelashes open and he has a sly smile at his rival. you watch the entire thing, the timid boxer versus the smug one. tojiâs hand still remains on your folds and heâs multitasking, seductively licking chosoâs bottom lip - still locking his gaze on him. heâs starting to taking his attention off of you. âhm, donât tell me you wanted attention from me ân not her this entire time, âcho.â
a lump gets caught in his throat. choso grows flustered, hearing his own pulse shoot out through his ears as his lips made contact against his rival. âiââ
heâs hard, flaccid still, but definitely hard. there was a loud silence once a smack noise leaves there lips the second they each depart. chosoâs got a pout, a longing pout before he tries to act tough.
âshut up, toji.â he grouses, trying to hide his embarrassment.
âhow âbout ya make me,â and youâre just sat there dumbfounded with your legs still sprawled as if you werenât just being fought over - invisible questions marks pop up everywhere over your head. what about you? what about you. with quick reflexes, he pins choso flat down on his back before snickering, having the most lewd back arch imaginable.
âour re-match is tonight after all, pretty boy.â
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âyou want me to put you in a headlock?â
âwell yesâ
john price x reader, reader loves arms
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you had always liked arms, you didnât really know how it started, it was like one day you had woken up and decided that arms were going to be your favorite body part.
it didnât help that your boyfriend had very nice arms. even as he did the most mundane tasks you found yourself staring and successfully looking away before he saw, or so you thought.
you were laying in bed watching tv and you hear the shower turn off and a couple moments later you see john walk out of the bathroom.
he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants and his upper body was on full display.
itâs not like it was the first time you had seen him shirtless, but you always find yourself admiring him when you think he isnât looking.
he was currently drying his hair with a towel, and you took that opportunity to glance at him and his arms for only a second.
unfortunately for you, you werenât paying attention and he already put his towel down and he could see your eyes on him and he just smirked.
he continues to walk over to his dresser, rummaging through it for a shirt, you think. his back faces you and although you canât see his face, he can see you through the mirror.
he really wasnât looking for a shirt, just setting you up and confirming his suspicions and when he saw your eyes look back at him again he knew he had found what he was looking for.
âsomething the matter, sweetheart?â he asks after he clears his throat.
âwhat? no, nothings the matter why do you ask?â you say.
âcan feel you staring at me, you know,â you could hear the smirk in his voice.
you pause for a moment and you feel your face heat up from embarrassment.
âi wasnât staring,â you deny.
âmhm, sure you werenât darling,â he says as he teases you.
for the rest of the night, he made subtle movements that allowed him to flex his arm, trying to get you to break. you, completely oblivious to his scheme, were left suffering as he did so. you couldnât understand why you were staring at his arms so much more now. were you just crazy? the only thing on your mind was him.
the show you were watching had become completely irrelevant, you only stared at his arm as it rubbed up and down your side gently.
âyouâve been staring for a while, sweetheart. you mean to tell me thereâs nothing you wanna say to me?â he questions.
your eyes find themselves glued to his arms again and all you can do is gulp nervously.
you had thought about his arms a lot to be fair. sometimes you would find yourself thinking about how they would feel wrapped tightly around you.
no, not just a normal hug, but having them squeeze you. to have them practically suffocate you. he was your boyfriend, after all, but you werenât even sure if you had enough courage to ask.
âyour arms are niceâŠâ you respond quietly.
âthank you baby but i know youâve got more to say so get it out. i promise i wont judge you,â he says, that soft smile of his encouraging you.
you look at him once again and just decide to get it out as fast and as shameless as possible. the worst that he could say is no.
âcould you wrap your arm around my neck?â you say quickly as you finally manage to keep eye contact with him.
his eyes widen a bit in surprise but he laughs at your words.
âyou want me to put you in a headlock?â
âwell, yes,â you reply, shifting against him nervously.
he pauses for a moment before speaking softly.
âalright then, get over here.â
he gestures for you to move even closer and you eagerly listen, cuddling closer to him as youâre giddy with excitement.
he holds you up against him on his left side, wrapping his left arm around your neck and you could feel yourself melting into him.
his forearm is positioned under your chin with his bicep against your cheek, the hair on his arm ticking you as he holds you.
âthis alright?â he asks looking at you for reassurance and making sure that youâre okay.
you can only giggle as you reply with a happy âyes.â
he canât help but smile at your reaction. he caught your lingering gazes here and there throughout the time that youâd been together but he never thought you would ask to do something so, out-of-character? it was certainly an unusual request from you but he was enjoying it nonetheless, any time spent next to you was pleasing.
he wasnât complaining, having you up against him and giggling like crazy because he had his arm wrapped around you certainly did something to him. he took pride in his physique and heâd be lying if he said that he didnât enjoy the attention you were giving him.
having you laying next to him made him want to mess with you even more. he decides to flex his arm a bit and you feel his arm close more tightly around you and it feels like heaven. the feeling of his arm subtlety squeezing you has an involuntary noise leaving the back of your throat.
âoh?â john says, âyou like it that much?â
âmaybe i do,â you reply, finally feeling more comfortable.
âi guess weâll have to do this more often then.â
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mint chocolate rewards [s.h.] 18+
an: hiii i kept getting stuck with this one but am pretty happy with how it turned out!! as much as i love pathetic steve i also looooove cocky steve. hope you enjoy!! feel free to send requests/suggestions or just chat with me :) -m
summary: youâre tutoring steve (thereâs not a lot of learning going on) and heâs a smug asshole sometimes. (ft. ice cream, trains, and karaoke)
modern!steve x fem!readerÂ
warnings: use of y/n, cursing, angst (steve is a little bit of a an asshole), kissing, a tiny bit of phone teasing, dirty talk, fingering, edging, p in v, smidge of daddy kink (used like once or twice and itâs steve referring to himself)Â 18+ MDNI!!!!!!
wc:Â 19.3k (oh im a yapper)
masterlist here!!
College has been a fresh start for you, moving away from your small, stuffy town and basking in the change of scenery and people that a new city brought you.Â
Boston was busy most of the time, a Friday or Saturday night in downtown made the city feel alive, electrifiedâbut unlike New York, this city did sleep. Once the hustle and bustle of cars and trains stopped, the city shutdown for the night and the streets were quiet and still. Well in some places.Â
It was your third year at Boston University and youâd developed a fondness for the city around you. It was a city of passion and that extended to food, history, and especially sports. A passionate place with the people to match it.Â
With this new school and new city, youâd also found some new friends. Robin and Eddie, the three of you had found each other during the first week of freshman year and it had kind of just been that way ever since. Youâd like to say you were Robin's best friend, but you knew that title was reserved for someone else.Â
You didnât know Steve Harrington, but you certainly knew of him. Hushed whispers and tired rumors always swirled through the air when Steve was aroundâand even when he wasnât.Â
Despite the reputation he seemed to have, you wondered if there was really any truth to it. Sure, he seemed charismatic and a little full of himself. Yes, he wore a smug smirk that you thought could bewitch just about anyone. But, when you sat on the sidelines and observed him, you noticed the way he tried to make everyone laugh. Youâd seen firsthand how he took the time to talk to everyone around him and make sure they felt included in whatever the group was up to. You saw how he treated Robin, and cared for her. And plus, he couldnât be that bad if she thought so highly of him, if she loved him so much.
So maybe you did know him, at least a little bit.Â
But in reality you were a fairly optimistic person, so you kept your theories about Steve to yourself. You tended to look for the good in people, even when there wasnât much to look at. A glass half full kind of gal. Which is why when you hear about the ladies man, the stereotypical asshole that is Steve Harrington, you keep your mouth shut and donât add to the conversation at all.Â
Even with Steve being Robinâs best friend, the two of you hardly ever overlapped. Youâd see him in passing or heâd be coming to see Robin while you were leaving, but that was it. You werenât sure why this was how it was, especially with how much she yapped about him. But really you think that Steve has his group of people and Robin has hers. The time they spent together was their own and you didnât have any issues with that.Â
And so when your professor pulls you aside after algebra ll, you realize your overlap with Steve Harrington just increased tenfold.Â
âSteve is asking for some outside help and we talked about it and decided the group sessions that I do probably arenât going to be a good fit. I know youâve picked up some one on one sessions in the past and made you my first stop.âÂ
Although you donât want to admit it, your heart beats a little faster at the thought of spending one on one time with Steve. Youâre not sure if itâs excitement or dreadâmaybe a mix of both.Â
âI, uh, I can do that. Heâs serious about this right? I donât want to waste my time if heâs not really wanting to learn something.â Okay, so maybe youâd let some of the rumors about him wiggle their way into your brain, but you couldnât help it!Â
âHe is. From what Iâve seen he takes his classes seriously, despite what others say about him. I donât think heâd ask for help just to make a joke out of it.â
She had a point, why would he go out of his way to seek tutoring if he wasnât serious about it? And if someone needed some help and you could do it, you were going to.Â
âAlright, Iâm in. You can give him my number and Iâll see about setting something up.âÂ
âââ-
Your phone buzzing beside you while you laid in bed that night wasnât out of the ordinary but it was strange when you looked and didnât recognize the number on your screen. Until you remembered the conversation youâd had with Professor Benson that morning. And until you scrolled through the messages and saw his name.Â
Unknown: Hi! I heard you agreed to be my tutor! Professor B didnât tell me your name but thank you!Â
Unknown: You are a lifesaver.Â
Unknown: Oh shit this is Steve Harrington by the way. I forgot to mention that.Â
Phone still clutched tightly in your hand, you cursed yourself for feeling nervous. He was being perfectly polite, cute even, and here you were with sweaty palms at the thought of texting him back. But you had to. You agreed to this and you wouldnât go back on your word over some jitters.Â
It only took you writing and rewriting the message about twenty times before you came up with something simple that didnât make you cringe.Â
Y/n: Hi, Steve! Youâre welcome, I hope I can be of some help to you. Iâm y/n, by the way. Did you have a certain time or place you wanted to meet up for your first session? Iâm free most days after 6.Â
Steve: Y/n? As in the person Robin has replaced me with? What a small world.Â
Y/n: Funny. I donât think anyone could replace your spot in Robinâs life, but yes thatâs me.
A small smile worked its way on your lips as you went back and forth with him, some of the nerves slipping away.Â
Steve: Well lucky me, Iâll finally get to spend some time with the girl Iâve heard so much about. But as for the first session, what about the library at 7 tomorrow? The tables in the back?Â
You tried not to let the first part of his text affect you so much, but it did. If you were being honest, you didnât think he even knew about you at all, so the thought that he had was making your pulse speed up.Â
Y/n: Sounds perfect. Iâll see you then!Â
Y/n: Oh and Iâve heard plenty about you too, all good things.Â
Steve: Letâs hope I live up to my name then. See you tomorrow.Â
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Steve was living up to his name, but not the one Robin had given him.Â
The day had passed quickly and before you knew it you were here about twenty minutes early with math textbooks and notes surrounding you. Now you wouldnât fault Steve for not being early, that wouldnât be fair, but you would fault him for being an hour late.Â
Well technically he still hadnât shown up.Â
Ten or fifteen minutes, even half an hour you could brush off. Things happen, you get that. But you had no text, no call, no anything and you felt a steady stream of irritation flowing through you. Your texts had gone unanswered and while the rational part of you was concerned that something had happened, more than anything you were frustrated.Â
You texted Robin to see if she knew anything about what was going on and she didnât. If he wasnât here by 8:45 you were leaving. That was more than fair and you cursed yourself for even giving him that much leeway. But really you hoped he didnât show at all because now you were tired and pissed and certainly not in the mood to hear his excuses let alone tutor him. The thought of even speaking about math right now made you want to cry!Â
It was a surprise your pencil didn't snap from how tight you were gripping it in your hand, your jaw clenched and the beginning of a headache pulsing behind your eyes. Youâd try one more time, send one more text before you were done.Â
Y/n: Can you at least let me know youâre alive?
That was fifteen minutes ago and still nothing. Looking down at your phone you see itâs now 8:50 and you push your chair back with a huff, standing up to stuff everything back into your bag, shoulders aching before you even add on the extra weight.Â
Itâs when youâre sliding in your laptop that you hear it. Panicked footsteps are hurrying toward you and you donât even have to look up to know who it is. Any exhaustion you had is wiped away and replaced with red hot anger, the tips of your ears burning as you try to remind yourself to breathe.Â
âFuck, Iâm here! Shit, Iâm sorry but Iâm here.â
You ignore him, itâs all you can do right now and honestly you think itâs best for both of you that you donât speak. Youâd been up since 5 am and that wasnât his fault, but it definitely was his fault that he was showing up 2 hours late and keeping you up when you didnât have to be.Â
Zipping up your bag and grabbing your keys off the table you turn, brushing past him without so much as a glance before youâre heading to the doors of the library. Maybe youâre being a little dramatic but you donât care. You hear him behind you, cursing under his breath and trying to quietly call your name but you keep going. Past the doors and down the sidewalk and straight ahead with a frown on your face.Â
A hand on your arm stops you and you realize you manage to keep a few feet ahead of him for about four blocks. You donât turn to him, donât give any acknowledgment of his presence besides the pause of your feet.Â
âIâm sorry I was a little lateââ
That gets your attention and itâs enough to break the little silent treatment youâve had going. Itâs enough to have you pulling your arm away from his hand despite the warmth it provided as you turn to finally face him.Â
âA little? Try two hours, Steve.âÂ
His nose scrunches and he looks away. You can see the embarrassment in his pinched brows and pouty lips but it does little to dull the frustration thatâs been building inside of you since the half hour mark.Â
But heâs standing in front of you for the first time and while heâs spewing sorryâs youâre taking him in. His hair is disheveled and his lips are a little swollen, like he or someone else has been biting on them. Heâs wearing a lilac t-shirt that looks a little too good on him and jeans that hug him in all the right places.Â
âShit, Iâm sorry. Time got away from me and I didnât realize until I was leaving her house that it was so late! I thought Iâd given us plenty of time but I guess IâŠI fucked up.âÂ
You donât hear much after âleaving her houseâ, a new wave of anger washing over you and you have to fist your hands at your side to keep from knocking in his pretty white teeth.Â
âWas everyone okay?â Your voice is calm and quiet, a little sprig of hope inside that maybe someone needed his help, something had happened and it was an emergency. You hated yourself a little bit for hoping for something like when in reality you knew the truth. Heâd been too busy with a girl to remember you.Â
And yes you realize it wasnât so much you specifically as it was your tutoring session, but that didnât make it sting any less. You were a girl, a girl who blushed around cute guys and who wanted to hold hands and kiss and go on dates. And so what if it hurt your feelings a little bit that Steve had forgotten you? You could get over that. But what you wouldnât get over, at least tonight, was that heâd taken advantage of someone wanting to help him and wasted your time.Â
âOh, yeah, everyoneâs okay. It was more like aâŠa date, I guess.âÂ
âRight. And your phone stopped working?âÂ
He scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face, âI didnât hear it go off and when I saw all your texts I was already almost here so I just didnât respond.â Well at least heâs honest.Â
âOkay. Maybe you should try out a group session with Professor B before you rule it out completely, you might do well with it.âÂ
He pulled back, eyes wide and a look of surprise written across features. You get the feeling heâs not used to being told no, even indirectly. âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âIt means that itâs not fair to me to waste my time. I agreed to this because I wanted to help you but if you couldnât be bothered to show up on time or even call me to let me know you couldnât make it, it doesnât really give me hope that this will be beneficial for either of us.âÂ
His face hardens the slightest bit and despite the pull you have to be a people pleaser, to say sorry and that itâs okay, you hold strong and straighten your shoulders as he stares down at you.Â
âSo thatâs it? One strike and Iâm out?â Thereâs almost a scoff when he says it, like he canât believe you and it only adds fuel to the fire burning in your chest.Â
âWell you havenât exactly made a great first impression. If a date is more important than math, thatâs fine. I really donât care. But I wonât clear my nights and sit in libraries alone for someone that doesnât take this seriously.â You watch him take in your words, furrow between his brows getting deeper the more you talk and you just keep going. âAnd for the record, I donât owe you more than one shot. Whatâs the point of this if youâll just strike out?âÂ
âI donât strike out.âÂ
A laugh of disbelief flies out of you, hands going up like your surrendering, âReally? Thatâs all you got out of what I just said?â He shrugged at you and despite his pretty face you felt nothing but contempt for him right now.Â
âIt was a mistake. I lost track of time. If you think youâre too good to give me a shot to prove that I care, then whatever.âÂ
âYouâre an asshole! Donât try to-to manipulate me into feeling bad about you doing something shitty. Me setting a boundary with you does not mean I think Iâm too good, it means I know my time is worth something and I donât have to put up with bullshit from people, especially someone I donât even know!â You can see the regret on his face, the way his features soften and his shoulders slump. âMaybe next time set an alarm or donât schedule a date on the same day as tutoring. Or maybe let someone know you wonât make it before they sit there waiting for 2 hours to help you out. And maybe if you donât do any of that, show up and donât be an asshole when theyâre upset about it. Maybe learn that youâre not entitled to peopleâs time and effort just because you think you deserve it.âÂ
Finished with your little rant you take a breath, hoping he doesnât lash out at you because you feel your courage waning and you just want to go home and sleep.Â
But all he does is nod at you with dim eyes before heâs turning on his heel and walking in the other direction before you can say anything else. Not that you would, you think youâd gotten it all out when you were standing in the middle of an almost empty street scolding him like a toddler.Â
Maybe youâd been wrong in your theories about Steve Harrington. Or maybe you just didnât fall into the group of people that got to see a different side of him.Â
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Steve felt like shit.Â
Heâd lost the nerve to say anything when you tore into him like you did, and he deserved it. It was an asshole move to be 2 fucking hours late and then get upset at you being upset with him. And all for what? A girl he barely knew, who didnât even like him and called him once every few weeks when she was bored? To be fair he didnât really like her either, so that made him only feel more shitty.Â
Youâd told him off, which didnât happen often and regardless of how pissed off or embarrassed heâd been, it was hard to stay upset when he noticed the cute little twitch your nose would do when you yelled at him.Â
And he felt bad because you were Robinâs friend, one of her best friends! Heâd been hearing about you for what seemed like forever and now that he was actually going to spend some time with you, heâd blown it. He knew you were a sweetheart, quiet most of the time and always willing to do anything for others. It had been a low blow trying to make you feel bad, he knew that. But he really needed your help here and was willing to do anything to get it. Even if it meant guilting you into it, I guess.Â
He was well aware of his reputation around campus, grade A asshole with girls hanging off his arms every weekend. Hell, he played into it most of the time. It was easier to just play into what people expected sometimes, even if that meant being a dick.Â
And okay, maybe he was guilty of being kind of cocky sometimes. He could be a little smug but he never meant to come off like too much of a prick. He liked to think it was charming sometimes.Â
But right now he was worried about passing algebra and making things right with you. Robin would kill him if he didnât, and he owed it to you to at least try to be decent.Â
Thatâs how he finds himself here, standing in front of you and Eddie where youâre perched in the shade under a big tree in the center of campus. Before last night heâs never said more than a hello to you and he doesnât think heâs ever even been this close to Eddie.Â
He watches the two of you, the way you lean into Eddie as he walks closer and the way Eddie narrows his eyes like a guard dog whoâll bite if he gets too close. He feels a twinge of something deep in his stomach watching you cling to Eddie and maybe itâs because youâre so pretty or maybe itâs because Robin has built you up in his head to be this angel that heâs kind of enamored with.Â
âCan I talk to you?â Heâs wearing sunglasses so you canât see the way his eyes dart around your face and settle on the small pout you're wearing on your glossy, peach colored lips.Â
âYou didnât have much to say last night, nothing good at least.â You had one hell of a backbone, heâd give you that. From what heâd heard from Robin you tended to try your best to appease the people around you so a little spark shot up his spine at the thought of you not backing down to him.Â
He didnât miss the way Eddie smirked, looking between your stern eyes and the pleading puppy dog look Steve was wearing. He nudged your shoulder to grab your attention, âOh hear him out, yeah? It wonât hurt anything.â Steve gave Eddie a quick, grateful nod and turned back just in time to see you rolling your eyes at the both of them.Â
â5 minutes, Harrington.âÂ
Eddie got up, gesturing for Steve to take his place as he grabbed his stuff and sent a reassuring wink your way. Steve thinks with all the friends he has, he doesnât have any besides Robin that really count. Maybe if he quit being an ass, you and Eddie would be his friends too.Â
âFirst I wanna apologize for being late, and for not calling or texting to let you know. I do care about school and I appreciate you taking the time to try and help me. Iâm sorry I took that for granted.â He watches your lips part in what could either be shock or surprise and the small nod you give makes him keep going. âAnd Iâm really sorry for the shitty stuff I said. It was a dick move trying to make you feel guilty when you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm lucky you even agreed to help me in the first place, sânot your job. I guess Iâm justâŠused to getting my way. It sounds shitty to say it out loud but I guess we both know itâs true. I realize you donât owe me anything and I havenât done anything to earn a second chance, so Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna try out a group session and see how that goes, I think. But uh, yeah, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âIâm not going to apologize for anything.â Well, he has to admit that is not what he expected to come out of your mouth. Your shoulders had softened the slightest bit but your eyes were still weary of him.Â
âI donât expect you to, you did nothing wrong. I deserved you telling me off. Hell, I probably needed it. I just wanted you to know I was sorry, you deserved to hear it.âÂ
When you donât say anything for a few minutes he takes that as his sign to leave, pushing himself off the ground beside you and dusting off his pants before you stop him with a sigh of his name.Â
âThank youâfor the apology. I can tell you mean it and thatâs all I wanted. It sounds like you actually heard what I was saying andâŠand if you want a second shot, youâve earned one.âÂ
âReally?â He smiled wide at you, hand grabbing yours that youâd held out and he lifted you up with ease. You nodded at him and he felt relief all over. He didnât realize he still had your hand in his until you gave him a squeeze and he dropped it, shrugging shyly.Â
âTwo strikes and you are out, Steve. Donât make me regret this.âÂ
He couldnât help the cocky smirk he flashed, hands going to his hips, staring down and not missing the way your throat bobbed at how close he was.Â
âI told you I don't strike out, didnât I?â
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You were very pleasantly surprised by Steveâs apology, kind of shocked by it too. You hadnât expected much to come out of your little rant, let alone him seeming so genuinely sorry about what had happened. And he seemed to understand what you said, he let it soak in and took accountability for it.Â
When he was standing there so sincere and upset, you couldnât help but to offer him another chance. This was the Steve you thought youâd seen, kind and attentive. You were happy you werenât totally wrong about him.Â
But one thing you did realize was that Steve Harrington was a pest. He got under your skin in the best way possible and lit you on fire in a way that nobody ever had. Itâs like he lit a spark in you and you loved every second, even if you pretended like he got on your nerves.Â
In the last two weeks you and Steve had gotten together about 4 times, and it was going well! Youâd realized within one session with him that he just needed some one on one time with the material. He grasps the concepts much easier when he has someone to walk him through a few problems at his own pace.Â
And heâd been on time to every single one, even early to a couple. Today he even showed up before you, the little eager student that he was.Â
You noticed the more time you spent together over the last two weeks and the more comfortable Steve became, the more he liked to tease you and watch you flush red under his stare.Â
Like now youâre sitting beside himâyou had sat down across from him but he pouted like a child and said it would be easier if you were closerâand heâs complaining about the quadratic formula for the millionth time.Â
âWeâre almost done, Steve. Two more problems and youâre free to go.âÂ
âI think I should get a reward for all this.â He would probably stomp his foot at you if he was standing up and you canât help but huff a small laugh at the little frown heâs wearing, chin in his hand and shoulders slumped in annoyance.Â
âYou do. Youâll pass the class.â
Heâs not amused by this, rolling his eyes and pinching the bare skin of your thigh where your shorts have moved from you shifting in your chair. You watch the spot turn pink and his touch, even something so quick and simple, has you buzzing.Â
âLame. I was thinking more of a kiss, let me have a quick taste of those pretty lips.â No matter how many times he mentions your mouth or howâd you taste it never fails to thrill you, your face heating and your eyes darting everywhere but his.Â
Itâs even worse when you watch the way he watches you, leaned back in his chair with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face. Heâll flash his teeth at you in a smile and send a quick wink that has you having to stop yourself from sinking between his open legs. He knows what he does to you and he loves it, soaks it up and never gets tired of it.Â
Youâve turned back to your own notes, leaving Steve to work on the last few problems and of course he does anything but. Itâs only been a few minutes when you feel something brush across your hair, you ignore it. A few seconds later something soft hits your cheek, and you ignore it. But when it hits your forehead you turn to him with a scowl, a little ball of paper between his fingers.Â
âYou are a child.â You swat at his chest and regret it when he catches your wrist in his hand, skin turning hot under his touch. You canât look away from where his fingers wrap around you and it makes you dizzy to feel his rough hands against your skin.Â
âHit me again, baby.âÂ
That was another thing that had started, the pet names. He used your name sometimes, but called you baby, sweetheart, or doll when he wanted to make you stutter your words and stumble through your sentences.Â
Heâs smirking at you, eyes light and filled with amusement at the way your neck is turning a bright pink, reaching and reaching until your ears are burning. âCâmon, please?âÂ
âNo reward for you if you donât finish those problems.â Despite the turmoil going on inside your voice sounds cool, unaffected, and you thank god for that.Â
âFine. I can be a good boy when I want to be.âÂ
Ignoring him, you turn back to your notes, far too distracted to actually pay attention to them anymore but you still stare at the paper in front of you. Youâre pleasantly surprised when he actually goes back to his work, finishing the problems quickly and you beam at him when theyâre all right.Â
âSee! I told you, just need to take your time with this stuff. Iâm proud of you, Steve.â For once heâs the one blushing, brushing it off like itâs nothing and asking for his reward. You should have known, a child never forgets a promise you make them.Â
Leaning forward his eyes widen, darting over your face to check if this is really happening. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, not used to playing his games with him and it takes all the courage you have to let your lips brush over the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, before they find the shell of his ear. Heâs still beside you, anticipating your next move and if you werenât so hell bent on teasing him back, youâd kiss him right now.Â
Your lips graze him and itâs your turn to smirk when his grip on the table in front of you tightens. His knuckles are white and his jaw is set with you so close to him.Â
âIce cream. Thatâs your reward.âÂ
Pulling back quickly so you can see his reaction, you beam at the way his lips are parted and his chest is heaving a little harder than it should be. He just watches you with wide eyes before something settles over him. Something that makes your stomach flutter and tells you youâve started something that you wonât win.Â
When he speaks you canât help but watch the way his mouth wraps around the words so sensually you feel it all over, like heâs touching every inch of your skin and itâs addicting.Â
âPerfect. Mâdying for something sweet.âÂ
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He canât stop thinking about the feeling of your lips on his skin, even if it lasted all of three seconds itâs running through his mind on a loop and making his head a mess.Â
God he wishes you would have just bit down on him, sunk your teeth into his skin and let him feel your tongue soothe the burn.Â
Youâre walking side by side to your favorite ice cream place now, the sun is out and bright but despite that thereâs a nice breeze that cools his skin. You would have already been there but he had to spend fifteen minutes distracting you from leaving just so he could stand up without getting arrested for indecent exposure.Â
Remembering the small smile of victory you had makes him smile, but not as big as heâll be smiling when he gets you back. He loves watching you preen under his touch, loves the way your chest rises and falls a little faster when he leans in towards you and loves even more the way your eyes go all big and round and your cheeks turn bright red when he says something cheeky.Â
Spending some time with you over the last two weeks, itâs obvious to him why Robin is so obsessed with you. Youâre hilarious, sometimes you make him laugh so hard his stomach hurts and he has tears in his eyes. Heâd known you were a sweetheart but getting to see it firsthand gave him a goddamn toothache. Watching the way you smile at him so proudly when something finally clicks, how you listen to someone with such intent, no matter what theyâre talking about. Youâre just so kind and good that he wants to be as close to you as possible at all times.Â
But this is the first time you two are venturing outside of the library together and he thinks heâll spend much more time convincing you to do things with him besides math. Now that heâs got a taste he needs more, craves it.Â
He doesnât even notice youâve arrived until youâre tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and giving him a smile as sweet as honey as you wordlessly point at the ice cream shop heâd just walked past.
Pulling open the door he lets you go first and looks around to see only a few people besides them in the shop. Perfect.Â
Since thereâs no line, you both go quickly. You opt for chocolate chip cookie dough in a cup and he decides on mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone. He notices the way your nose scrunches all cute at his choice and he rolls his eyes as he pulls out his card to pay before you can.Â
âDonât tell me youâre one of those people whoâs gonna say it tastes like toothpaste or something.â Your jaw drops in offense and he has to roll his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing at how cute you are.Â
âI wasnât! I only made that face because I almost got it myself.âÂ
âAnd the thought of having a similar taste to me is making you feel sick?âÂ
âNo, just didnât peg you as a mint chocolate chip guy.âÂ
âSo youâve been thinking about pegging me.â He knows youâve realized what youâve done before the words even leave his mouth and he smirks at you anyways. Heâll take any chance to get you all flustered and riled up.Â
âPay for my damn ice cream, Harrington.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, just quietly snickers to himself while you go and find a place to sit. He notices the way you choose a seat in the corner, far away from anyone else in the shop and he smiles. You probably know whatâs coming, waiting for the other shoe to drop after your little stunt at the library and he loves seeing you all worked up and on edge.Â
He likes it a little too much.Â
Instead of sitting in the seat across from you he slips in the booth beside you instead, watching your eyes dart to the side to watch him carefully. Heâs not sure why youâre surprised, he always takes any opportunity to be close to you.Â
Slinging an arm around your shoulder he lets his fingertips toy with your hair, smiling when he feels you relax into him. âCan I have a bite?â You seem to not think anything of his request, lifting your spoon up to his mouth and he lets you slip it between his lips, your eyes trained on his mouth and his on you.Â
He hums around the spoon and lets his teeth catch when you drag it from his mouth. You shake your head at him, leaning slightly against his chest and enjoying the quiet between you too.Â
Itâs go time.Â
âWanna bite?â Heâs looking down at you and you nod sheepishly, leaning forward to meet him halfway when he moves his cone towards your mouth. Right when he reaches your lips he moves the cone an inch over and touches the ice cream against the corner of your mouth.Â
Before you can reach for a napkin he grabs your wrist, smiling all innocent when you look at him with confusion in your eyes. âI got it, donât worry.âÂ
And when he leans forward and moves his head down to be eye level with you, he smirks at the hitch in your breath when he leans forward and lets his tongue swipe over the sweetness there, his tongue catching the corner of your mouth.Â
The spoon clatters on the table between you and he hasnât moved, face just inches away from yours and his hand isnât playing with your hair anymore, itâs gripping the back of the booth so tight it hurts.Â
âSteve..â A breathless little plea leaves your now clean mouth and it takes everything in him not to go in for another taste. He pulls back just enough to watch your eyes flutter close and your head fall back to lay against his arm thatâs still behind you. Thereâs a shine on your cheek from his spit and heâs so hard he can feel his heartbeat all through his body.Â
Despite the cockiness running through him at the way youâve melted, his voice is quiet and breathless just like yours when he speaks where only you can hear him. âWhat? Just cleaning you up, messy girl.âÂ
He feels something cold on his hand and looks down to see his ice cream melting, spilling over the cone and running down his fingers. When he looks back he sees you staring at them too, a look in your eyes that has him reeling.Â
If there wasnât anyone else here heâd have you lick his fingers clean, he can see the way youâre itching to do it.
But thereâs more people coming into the shop and heâs seconds away from dragging you into the bathroom so he needs to get you out of here, get into the fresh air and out of the little bubble youâve created.Â
âYou ready, Stevie?â He loves when you call him that, it makes his chest feel all warm and he just wants to nuzzle into you when you say it. He must have been staring at you, too busy thinking about how bad he wanted you to do anything else.Â
He nods, sliding out of the booth and holding out his now clean hand to you, body buzzing when you take it and he feels your skin against his. You walk out and into the street and the breeze on his skin is a life saver.Â
Your apartment is just two blocks away from the ice cream shop and the walk there is quiet, both of you thinking about his tongue so close to your mouth. His hand brushes yours as you walk and he feels his fingers twitch with the need to slip your hands together.Â
âGood reward then?â Itâs you that breaks the silence and heâs grateful, his heart racing in his chest despite the smug smirk heâs wearing looking down at you.Â
âOh baby, the best.â
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You and Steve spend about four days a week together at this point and youâre not convinced he even needs that much tutoring but you donât complain. Youâll take any chance to spend some time with him.Â
The two of you have also decided to forgo the library, taking turns having it at his place or yours and most times you work on actual school stuff for about half an hour before heâs distracting you with a movie or a game or a promise of food.Â
Itâs been a few weeks since that day at the ice cream shop, where he licked the corner of your mouth and sent you spiraling. Having him that close was overwhelming enough, let alone feeling him on your skin.Â
Since then things havenât changed much, he teases you and sometimes you retaliate but oftentimes you just sit there red faced and let him enjoy how flustered he makes you. Heâs still touchy and smug all the time, but hasnât put his tongue anywhere near you since. Unfortunately.Â
Tonight youâre both at your place, you lying out across your couch in a t-shirt and pajama shorts that really donât fit you anymore but you refuse to get rid of. Steve is on the floor in front of you stretched out and scrolling through his phone while you switch between watching the tv and watching him.Â
Heâs been less like himself tonight, quiet and there's a little furrow between his brows that has you worried. By this point heâd usually be wrapped around you, playing with your hair or rubbing at your neck. But heâd barely touched you today, barely teased you and you wondered what had happened between yesterday and today that had him so out of sorts.Â
Regardless of his mood, he takes time to admire the way your ass peaks out of the bottom of those shorts, his jaw clenching when he gets a peak at the smooth skin there. He can spot where your ass meets your thigh and he wants to bury his face there.Â
You're pulled from your thoughts when he sits up, sitting his phone on the edge of the couch beside you and using your thigh to hoist himself off the ground. âBe right back, honey.âÂ
You just nod, stretching out your legs and trying to memorize how the heat of his palm felt gripping your skin. He goes to the bathroom, the click of the lock sounding out at the same time his phone lights up beside you.Â
You donât mean to look. Really, you planned to call out to him and go back to the shitty reality tv show that was playing in front of you but when you see a name you recognize you canât help but to look.Â
And you immediately regret it.Â
Brooke: Are you still coming over tonight? Itâs been over a month, I miss you.Â
The blood drains from your body and you feel a pit so deep in your stomach you think you might be sick. You know Brooke, everyone knows Brooke. And you donât keep up with that Steve does but heâs spent most of his time with you for the last month, so you canât help but wonder if the last time he saw her was the day of his first tutoring session.Â
And that should make you feel a little better, should dull the raging jealousy coursing through you but it doesnât. It doesnât because from her text, heâs already made plans to go over. Maybe this is why heâs being so weird tonight, heâs ready to go seeâŠher. And then youâre even more upset because it was your idea to hang out tonight and you wish he would have just said no because then you wouldnât have seen this text and you wouldnât feel like youâre about to cry.Â
You and Steve werenât together, hadnât even gone on a date or kissed or been anything more than friends. But that doesnât mean you havenât developed this huge crush on him thatâs taken over every part of your brain. And the teasing, the touches, they meant something to you.Â
Maybe that was your mistake.Â
Maybe heâs that way with everyone and you read too much into it. Maybe youâve spent so much time together because he actually did need that much help with fucking algebra and stuck around because he felt like he owed you or something.Â
In a matter of seconds your whole friendship was Steve was up in the air in front of you and you found yourself dissecting every interaction and graze of skin and now you just wanted to curl up into your bed and forget all of it.Â
You liked him, a lot more than you would care to admit and for the first time since that first night, you felt uncomfortable being in the same place as him.Â
The click of the bathroom lock snaps you from your spiral and you pull yourself off the couch, gathering up trash from the snacks youâd eaten so you donât have to look him in the eye. And you shouldnât say anything, should pretend it didnât happen and figure this out later but you canât help but let the words slip out when he walks back into your living room.Â
âGot a text while you were in the bathroom.â He doesnât say anything but doesnât really have the chance because youâre rushing into the kitchen and deciding that now is the best time to do those dishes you meant to do before he came over.Â
Hopefully heâll justâŠgo. You know he wonât but maybe that would be easier if you didnât have to see him again tonight or smell him or touch him. The water is hot, too hot to be sticking your hands under but scrubbing at this plate is all thatâs keeping the tears that are building from falling down your cheeks.Â
âY/nâŠâ Heâs behind you now, close enough that you can feel his presence and you know if you just took one step back youâd be pressed up against his chest, youâd feel the warmth that always comes from him. So you stay where you are, the edge of the sink digging into your stomach but you try and scoot closer to it anyways.Â
A noncommittal hum is all he gets from you. You donât move your head to look at him, you canât because if you do youâre not sure you wonât cry. And you canât let him see you cry over something that was never there.Â
âCan you look at me? Please?â His voice is low and sweet, a hint of a plea in his tone that makes your insides twist painfully. You just shake your head, scrubbing at this plate so hard youâre worried it might snap in your grip.Â
His hand is on your shoulder now and a shaky breath escapes your lips, the tears building behind your eyes and you will them away. There's nothing to cry over. Heâs your friend. Thatâs all. âIf you need to leave, thatâs fine. Seriously itâsâyou can go if you want.â Your voice cracks the slightest bit, but he notices. Of course he does.Â
âSweetheart, look at me.âÂ
Your chest hurts at the endearment and you squeeze your eyes shut tight because you know heâs wearing that puppy dog look he does so well. You know his eyes are round and full of concern, or even worse, pity. You know his bottom lip is jutting out in a pout and it makes you want to take the plate youâve scrubbed clean and smash it into a million pieces.Â
If thereâs one thing youâve learned about Steve, itâs that he wonât give in. Heâll stand behind you all night, miss his date with Brooke if thatâs what it takes. He wonât give up until youâre looking at him, but you donât know why. Donât know why he wants to see you upset. But you turn around anyways, cheeks blotchy and a sheen of tears ready to fall at any given moment.Â
His lips part softly and his hands are hovering between you, not sure if he should reach over and touch you. âItâs notâsheâs notâŠI donât want to leave.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âI donât know why I even made the plans in the first place! Iâd rather be here with you anyways.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Heâs pacing in front of you now, hands fisted in his hair and he looks like heâs freaking out, chewing on his bottom lip and mumbling under his breath while you just stand there and stare at your feet on the floor.Â
âIâve just beenâŠmy mind has been fucked lately and I donât know what I even think anymore and I do stupid shit when I donât know what do to.âÂ
âOkay, Steve.âÂ
âAre you just gonna keep saying okay?â Heâs stopped pacing, the stare heâs wearing keeps you still in place against the sink and you feel like shrinking under his gaze.Â
âWhat do you want me to say? If you want to go hang out with her, you can! Youâre an adult, Steve. You donât have to spend all your time with me.âÂ
âBut I want to.â Heart thudding hard in your chest you try to make sense of what heâs saying, what heâs not saying. Heâs giving you something, dancing around what he wants to say and you wonât give yourself false hope, wonât read too far into this. Youâve become friends, best friends even and you donât want to fuck that up.Â
âThen stay.âÂ
You should talk about this, you know it and he knows it. You should get everything out in the open so thereâs no more secret plans and unshed tears but you donât. Instead he nods at you, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you so youâre nuzzled against his chest. Neither of you say anything, just sit there wrapped up in each other for who knows how long before he pulls back and tugs you to the living room, sitting down and pulling you into his side with no words spoken between you.Â
The show drones on around you, but youâre not paying attention. Your mind is too busy, too many thoughts swirling around to even try and focus on anything but him. He sinks down further into the couch and you move with him, your head resting against his chest and his hand lying still on your hip.Â
âMâsorry I made you sad. Never want to do that, youâre too pretty to cry over me, too sweet.âÂ
You just nod against him, closing your eyes and feeling the thump of his chest on your cheek. He doesnât say anything else and youâre grateful.Â
ââââ-
Itâs been almost a week since that night in your apartment. A week since Steve got that text and you almost lost your shit. A week since you realized how deep your feelings for him actually ran.Â
When you had woken up that next day Steve was still there, hand still on your hip with his head thrown back in what couldnât be comfortable as he slept beside you. He woke up soon after and both of you justâŠpretended it hadnât happened. The last week had been normal, so normal youâd convinced yourself that night was some sort of glitch.Â
Steve continued to spend most of his days with you, continued to flash those smug grins your way when he sees something inappropriate and you continue to flush under his stare, preen under his praise and stick to his side like glue.Â
Thatâs how you are now, sprawled under that same big tree Steve had come to apologize to you under all those weeks ago. Heâs sitting up with his legs stretched out in front of him and your head is on his lap, Eddie beside you hunched over and working on something you canât see, Robin beside Steve with a book sheâs not reading in her hand.Â
Heâd also been spending more time with the three of you and it made your heart warm. All your favorite people getting along and hanging out.
âWe should all go to Lansdowne this weekend.â That suggestion couldnât have come from anyone but Steve. Eddie scrunches his nose at the thought immediately, tongue sticking out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. Robin groans like sheâs physically pained by the thought.Â
âNow donât sound too excited.â Lansdowne was a little pub near Fenway Park that Steve was obsessed with. They usually had live music and were packed to the brim with bodies every weekend. Robin and Eddie despised it, always too crowded for their liking.Â
âIâll go, Steve. But youâre buying my first drink.âÂ
âThatâs my girl!â He patted your head like you were a puppy, grin wide as he turned to stick out his tongue at Eddie and Robin who just rolled their eyes dramatically and went back to ignoring whatever Steve would ramble on about next.Â
Neither of you noticed the way Eddie and Robin watched you, knowing smiles on both their faces as they took the sight of you two in. They watched Steve brush your hair out of your face, a look of fondness on his face that Robin hasnât seen him show anyone before. They watch you snuggle into him, content and comfort written all over your features.Â
ââââ-
There was a small bit of regret about quickly agreeing to go out with Steve. Friday came before you knew it and you were tired, so tired from a long week of school and work. It seemed like everything that could have gone wrong this week, did and it had you mentally and physically drained.Â
The temptation to text Steve and bail was clawing at you, but you couldnât. Usually spending time with him was something that made you feel better, so you hoped that was the case tonight.Â
It was nice out, not too hot but just warm enough to indulge in summer clothes. Dressing up for tonight was out of the question, you needed to be comfy if you were going to be squished against sweaty bodies and pulled through big crowds.Â
That was how you found yourself now, tucked into Steveâs side at the bar at 11pm with a short denim skirt snug around your hips that youâd found in the back of your drawer and a cropped pink t-shirt that molded to your chest. A few inches of skin showed above your skirt and the feel of Steveâs palm resting there had you blushing already.Â
You were both three drinks in, a nice buzz in your veins that had you giggling into his chest without embarrassment. When youâd seen him tonight, you knew you were going to need some liquid reinforcements to survive. Heâd been wearing a dark green button up that he left undone, tight white tank top underneath that showed the outline of his chest. A pair of light wash denim jeans cinched around his waist with a belt.Â
There might have been an audible gulp at the sight of him, but with three dirty shirleyâs pumping through you, you eyed him up without care, taking in every inch of him with a palpable hunger.Â
His breath is hot against your skin when he leans down to try and whisper in your ear, but ends up talking much louder than he meant to. âForgot to mention itâs karaoke night.âÂ
âI am not participating in that.âÂ
That little frown he does when he doesnât get his way pops up, lips pouted at you like youâd stolen his candy. âWhy not?âÂ
âBetween the two of us youâre the rockstar, Harrington, not me.âÂ
Before he could open his mouth to argue, someone called his name from across the bar, a man holding a clipboard that looked less than impressed with his job. Somehow in the short time youâd been here Steve had gotten his name down on the list for karaoke without you knowing, and it was his turn now.Â
He gave you a quick wink that had you almost melting before him, a small smirk as he squeezed your shoulder and started to push his way through the crowds of people. âEyes on me, baby.âÂ
Liked youâd be able to look anywhere else.Â
You watch him hop up on the small stage thatâs only a few feet tall, no hint of nervousness on his face as he smiles at the small crowd thatâs paying attention to him. Thereâs lights focused on him and you think he was made to be in the spotlight with how good he looks up there. Youâre somewhere in the middle of the crowd but he spots you easily, winking before he strips off his button down, tossing it to the side of him.Â
The sight of him up there with his tank top tucked nicely into his jeans does little to help with the fuzziness you were already feeling from the drinks. Youâre careful not to drool at his arms on display, bulging slightly when he lifts them to grip his hands around the mic.Â
âHello, Boston!âÂ
Youâd think this was his personal show the way the crowd cheered back at him, encouraging what you know was nothing but mischievous behavior. Heâs getting the attention of more of the bar the longer he stands up there and you canât blame them, heâs a sight to see.Â
âYou all look beautiful tonight!âÂ
A laugh bubbles out of you when the beginning notes of Mr. Brightside by the Killers boom from the speakers behind him, not sure why you expected anything else from him.Â
Heâs practically bouncing on his heels as he sings the first few notesâand so is his hair. But your laughter and amusement is quickly replaced by something fiery and strong that builds in your stomach as you watch him.Â
His hands are wrapped around the microphone in front of him, eyes screwed shut when he gets to the chorus and you feel like youâre on fire. During a pause his head is thrown back, throat bobbing for everyone to see and you try to trace the beads of sweat running down his throat from your spot in the middle of the bar.Â
When he starts singing againâand fuck heâs goodâhis eyes are open and on yours, coming so close to the microphone you can see the way his lips pucker against it on certain notes and youâre thankful itâs so packed in here, the people around you keeping you from falling to the ground.Â
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside
About seven feet are between you but with the bright lights shining on him you watch in awe as his raspberry lips wrap around the words and his tongue swipes out and darts across them every few seconds. He looks ethereal on that stage, hair slicked back from running his fingers through it and hips rocking side to side in time with the beat.Â
His voice is pure silk and honey, like he was born to sing this song and it has your heart racing so fast in your chest itâs hard to catch your breath. Heâs jumping around, putting on a noteworthy performance while the patrons around you yell and dance with him.Â
Every once in a while his nose bumps against the mic and you canât get over how alluring he looks with his lips grazing the mic. Heâs captivating, stealing the attention of almost everyone in the room now and your heart swells in your chest.Â
It takes you a second longer to realize the song has ended, cheers and hollering making your ears ring as he basks in the attention on stage. You can see that cocky smirk from here, his eyes dark and cheeks red as he blows you a kiss when he catches your eyes again.Â
Maybe you could use another drink after all.Â
 âââââ
Steve was sweaty from karaoke, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck, button up heâd been wearing thrown somewhere and he was sure heâd never see it again. The tank top he wore was clinging to his skin and he wished he could peel it off, the stickiness in the air of the bar doing nothing to cool him down.Â
But he saw the way you watched him up there, your eyes trained on his mouth or his hands the whole time and it made him feel electric. The way you licked your lips like he was your next meal could have him on his knees for you in an instant.Â
Heâd lost you when he got off the small stage, eyes searching through the crowd and sighing in relief when he finds you standing by the bar, chin in your palm as you swirl your drink around.Â
That relief is short-lived when he sees some douche come up beside you, a charming grin plastered on his face and his eyes dark as he takes you in. Steve sees red when he places one of his hands on your waist, his palm touching your bare skin since youâd chosen a crop top for tonight.Â
Possessiveness stirs in his belly, hands fisted at his side at the laugh you give him. Itâs fake, he can tell, but it still makes his jaw clench uncomfortably.Â
Youâre not interested in this guy, he can see that. Youâve leaned back enough to create some space between the two of you and your eyes dart around the bar quickly and he knows youâre looking for him.Â
Little did you know that even if you werenât looking for him, heâd still be there. Heâd always be there. Couldnât keep himself away from you even if he wanted to, which he didnât. Heâd become addicted to your strawberry scent and your sweet little giggles. Heâd become addicted to you.Â
Itâs when this asshole lifts his hand to brush a piece of your hair away from your face that Steve starts to move, shoulders shoving through the crowd with ease and he sees the way your body relaxes when you catch sight of him heading towards you.Â
The thought of someone else touching your skin, feeling how smooth it is and how it warms up under their touch has him gritting his teeth. His jaw twitches thinking about you looking up at someone besides him with stars in your eyes.Â
When heâs within reach he lays his hand on your exposed thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh there and placing a quick kiss on your forehead. âTold ya Iâd be right back, doll.â He doesnât acknowledge the man beside him, eyes focused on yours.Â
Your thighs clamp shut around his hand and a devious smirk plays on his lips at the feeling. âWhoâs this?â He cocks his head towards the man that had been trying to talk to you, not looking his way but finally acknowledging his presence. Douchebag is still there, watching the scene unfold in front of him with little amusement.Â
âI-I donât know. We were just talking.â Steve hums at you, eyes drinking in the little drops of sweat rolling down your neck and down your shirt. Heâs itching to lean forward and collect them on his tongue, to taste any part of you he can get his hands on.Â
You yelp when his fingers pinch at your inner thigh, hands coming up to grip his forearm in surprise. He doesnât miss the way your hips shifted forward though, searching for his touch instinctively.Â
âDonât want these boys talking to you, do you?â Heâs leaning closer to you but still talking loud enough that the prick who canât take a hint can hear him. You shake your head quickly and he smiles. âItâs because youâre my girl, isn't it baby? Want them to know youâre mine to take home, mine to play with, mine to keep.âÂ
At this point heâs not even talking for the benefit of saving you from some creep in a bar, you both know that. Heâs not just staking his claim so theyâll leave you alone, heâs telling you the truth, what you both already know but refuse to talk about. Heâs yours as much as you are his. Itâs been that way for weeks.Â
For him itâs been that way since you ripped him a new one, tore into him for being an asshole with your big round eyes that twitched in anger at his attitude.Â
Youâre nodding at him with blown out eyes, thighs still keeping his hand trapped between them. The guy youâd been talking to is long gone but neither of you seem to notice or care.Â
âSo say it.â His lips are tilted in a smirk, knowing eyes watching you shift and squirm under his stare. He feels himself thickening in his pants, head of his cock pressed up against the zipper painfully but he doesnât care. Heâd stand here in pain all night if you kept looking at him like that.Â
âIâm your girl.âÂ
His chest swells with pride, grinning down at you and watching you just eat up the unsaid praise. Youâre blooming under his gaze, chest puffing out the slightest bit and his mouth waters.Â
Itâs hard to breathe when youâre looking at him like that. His stomach feels tight and a feeling he canât quite describe takes over. He wants to feel your skin on his, to taste you, smell you, anything youâll give him. But he also feels like he could be sick, just looking at you being too much for him right now.Â
He uses his thumb to tap on your thigh so youâll open them for him, pulling his hand out and tugging on your wrist to pull you back to the middle of the dance floor. Your obedience thrills him, makes his spine tingle and heart race. He shouldâve known you were a good girl, the best one really. You donât even question him as he grips your hips in his hand, pulling you flush against him while the music booms around you.Â
Neither of you are really moving, just standing there pressed together while bodies push and move around you. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer so that he can lean down and talk in your ear where youâll hear him.Â
âSaw the way you were watching me up on the stage earlier.âÂ
Your hands are clinging to his shirt and he feels your grip tighten, smiling knowingly against your ear. He loved the way you watched him, the way your eyes never left him like you were mesmerized.Â
âYou looked good up there, like a natural.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âHmm, my rockstar.âÂ
The praise shoots down his spine and makes his body buzz. Heâs watching the way your hair flows over your shoulder and he wants to tug on it, make your head fall back and expose your throat to him.Â
You pressed against him mixed with the sticky air surrounding you is too much, his head feels fuzzy and heâs seconds away from biting on your lips and licking into your mouth.Â
âLetâs get out of here.âÂ
âââââââ
In hindsight, deciding to take the train at 1 am on a Friday night was a stupid idea. Anyone and everyone in the city chose that time to pile on. For a second youâre worried youâll lose Steve in the crowd of people but a few seconds later you feel his fingers slip through yours and tug you to his side.Â
âCanât risk losing my precious cargo.âÂ
The ringing in your ears is either from the feel of his skin touching yours or the tell tale screech of the train approaching. When it pulls up in front of you, your cringe at how crowded it already is, forehead covered in a sheen of sweat before you even step on. The doors open and Steve is pulling you through the bunches of people, tugging you through and moving you to stand in front him when he sees an opening.Â
Your back is pressed against the opposing doors and you sigh in relief at the coolness it provides. That relief is short lived when you peek over Steveâs shoulder to see more people piling on. He presses closer to you to make room and your heart thuds harshly against your chest.Â
His feet are spread slightly to be on either side of yours, arms over your head to hold on to the railing and it feels like heâs caging you in. Heâs pressed up against you completely, your chin touching his chest and lips hover near your forehead.Â
It doesnât help that his arms are on full display, button up he was wearing long gone since before karaoke and instead adorned in a white tank top thatâs like a second skin. Itâs hugging his chest and waist and itâs taking everything in you not to lean forward and nip at his arm.Â
And then youâre thinking about how he looked on stage. Pure sex as he captivated the crowd with his effortless charm and talent. You think you could watch him like that forever.Â
Fuck. All you could feel was him, his breath on your skin and his body keeping yours snug against the doors. Youâre not sure you could even move, not that you wanted to. Tilting your head back an inch you look up at him, eyes glancing over his strawberry mouth thatâs tilted into a smirk, looking up further to see how heâs watching you closely.Â
Honey eyes staring into yours scream mischief and when you breathe in you feel your knees falter, a sweetness washing over your senses. Just the smell of him was enough to have your skin tingling, hints of cherry and vanilla from where you were practically nuzzled against his throat.Â
Your hand was wrapped tightly against the pole in front of you and the feel of the cool metal against your palm did little to help with the heat you felt burning through your chest. The train lurched forward and the hand that was dangling by your side shot out to fist at the fabric of Steveâs shirt. The fucking white tank top he was wearing.Â
âEager, are we?â His tone was teasing and when you took a quick glance down to see a sliver of his stomach showing where you had his shirt tight in your grasp, your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.Â
âOh please.You just happened to be the closest thing to me, Harrington.âÂ
He feigned offense, knowing smirk never leaving his face and you stifled a groan when you felt his stomach twitch against your hand. You thought that if you had to be pressed against him for much longer you might just pass out.Â
When you look up to see you still have a few stops before yours, you release your grip on his shirt and try not to notice the disappointment that floods through you when your hold on him is gone. He seems to notice too, eyebrows furrowing for a split second before his expression goes back and heâs smiling down at you again.Â
âYa know,â He tilts his head to the side like heâs wondering about something important but his expression holds nothing good. âYou look good like this, pressed up against me all flushed and pretty.âÂ
Arousal seeps down your spine and curls around your belly like a boa constrictor, your throat all of a sudden dry and you canât seem to do anything but blink up at him.Â
âGoing dumb already? You really are precious cargo.âÂ
You have about an ounce of self control left and thatâs what keeps you from letting a whimper slip into the sticky air between you. You know he can read your emotions on your face but you try and school your features anyways, lifting your leg thatâs trapped between his and pressing your weight down on his foot.Â
It just makes his sickly sweet smile even bigger and your breath hitches when he leans down to press his lips against the shell of your ear. You dig your fingertips into your palm when he lets his tongue swipe against his bottom lip and it catches your skin as it does.Â
âTrying to hurt me, baby? Why donât you bite me next? Pretty please?â He brings his hand up between you as he talks, uses his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip and if you werenât on the fucking train youâd part your lips for him and take his thumb into your mouth. You think you want that a little too much to be so close to him right now.Â
For the first time since youâve moved here, the train is your saving grace. The doors pull open and the cool air of the night hits you, breaking you from whatever little trance Steve had put you under. It clears out enough that he can step to your side now, giving you some much needed space to try and get yourself together.Â
The chatter around you has died down and while you feel marginally more in control of yourself, the smell of Steve and the feel of his arm brushing against yours beside you is enough to keep you on your toes.Â
âCooling down over there?âÂ
âYes actually, no thanks to you.âÂ
He shrugs his shoulders innocently and if he hadnât just been whispering in your ear about liking the pain then you might actually believe the sweet look he was wearing on his face. âOops.âÂ
The next stop is yours and while youâre trying to figure out if Steve is coming with you or if youâre gonna have to figure out some weird goodbye, heâs already five steps ahead. When the train comes to a stop and the doors open heâs grabbing your hand again and pulling you out of the train and into the breeze that cools the sweat on your neck.Â
âMâgonna walk you home, okay?â You nod wordlessly, letting your hands swing gently between you as you make your way through the now quiet streets. Everyone is either deep into the city until the bars close or already tucked away in their beds after a long work week. Few people litter the streets but you donât hear much besides the buzz of the train pulling away and the soft hum coming from the person beside you.Â
It doesnât take long before you reach your building nestled in between two others that look just like it and while you fumble through your bag for your keys you feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.Â
âYouâve been awfully quiet since we left the bar.âÂ
A noncommittal hum is all you give him and heâs not a fan of that, reaching forward and plucking your apartment key from between your fingers before you even register whatâs happening. You reach out automatically but heâs pulling back and out of your reach.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhy what?â You know what heâs asking and youâre just making this harder for the both of you but heâs had you so on edge since he got on stage and was allâŠrockstar and sex that youâre scared about what might come out of your mouth if youâre not careful.Â
âWhy have you been so quiet since we left the bar?âÂ
âNot much to say I guessâŠâ
âBullshit.âÂ
You blink at him owlishly, lips parted in surprise but you canât deny the little tingle that starts at your toes and makes its way up your body at him calling you out. âExcuse me?â Your voice sounds pathetic and breathless to your own ears at this point so you can only imagine how you look to Steve right now.Â
âI call bullshit. Donât think I havenât seen the way you blush every time you make eye contact or you look at my arms,â Fuck he caught you. âOr the way you clench those pretty thighs everytime I whisper in your ear or get a little too close to you.âÂ
Your chest is rising and falling harshly and if he wasnât taking up every inch of your brain right now youâd be embarrassed by how he had you panting at him. Any confusion he had vanishes and you curse yourself for being so easy for him to read. Like a fucking open book.Â
âOh thatâs it. Scared of what might come out of that pouty little mouth, arenât you? You listen to me talk to you all sweet and dirty and it just makes you all dumb, doesnât it? Sâcute. Youâre cute.â
âShut up! YouâŠyou idiot.â It was a weak attempt at a comeback and you felt yourself scrunch your nose at yourself while Steve chuckled. He stepped closer, his hands on his hips as he looked down at you.Â
âThatâs the best you got?â You were toe to toe nowâliterallyâand you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze. You hated how good he was at making you squirm, how you felt his words on your skin like standing under the sun in the summer heat. But most of all you despised that you didnât hate it at all.
âYouâre an asshole, you know that? A big one.âÂ
He flashed his teeth at you, hand going up to his chest like your words hurt him. âOooh there ya go, thatâs a little better. But if youâre gonna call me names, Iâve got some you can try. How about daddââ
âSteve!â You practically hissed at him, smacking his shoulder and huffing like a child at the way he laughed loudly at your expense. He laughed so hard there were little crinkles in the corner of his eyes, grin so big his dimples popped out and you had to stop yourself from poking at it.Â
âAlright, alright. No need to get violent, baby. At least take me to dinner first.â Rolling your eyes you snatched your key from him while he was occupied, turning to your door and muttering under your breath. Asshole. Jerk. Moron. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
He laid his hand on your shoulder softly to get your attention and when you turned back he was rolling his lips together, trying to keep his amusement at bay for your sake. He had a way of doing that youâd noticed, looking like a little puppy dog when he wanted to. You hated how much it worked.Â
âMâdone, I swear. For tonight at least. Thanks for coming out with me, I had a lot of fun.âÂ
âI did too, even if youâre a pest.âÂ
âOh câmon, you love it.â I do. God I love it so much itâs kind of sick.Â
âIn your dreams, Harrington,â You knew you set yourself up when he opened his mouth, that gleam in his eye that meant nothing but trouble. You beat him to it though, and the little pout he wore made you melt. âText me when you get home safe, okay? And thanks for walking me home.âÂ
âAnytime, sweetheart.âÂ
Reaching up like he was going to sweep you hair out of your eyes, he mustâve changed his mind because he pinched your cheek instead, laughing to himself when you grumbled at him and smacked his hand away.Â
Youâd watched as he walked away, watched until you couldnât see him anymore before you finally went inside, trudging up the stairs to your apartment and feeling your nerves settle once you were finally alone.
It was like you could breathe again, that ache youâd felt all night still thumping but more dull now than it had been in his presence. You finally felt cool and relaxed. Until your phone buzzed about twenty minutes later.Â
Steve: Made it home safe and sound. Not a scratch on me.
Steve: Well besides the ones you left on me when you were pawing at me on the train!Â
Y/n: Idiot!Â
Steve: We really need to work on expanding your vocabulary. Maybe I could tutor you. :)
Steve: Whoops I meant ;), itâs hard to type one handed.Â
You gasped and you swear youâd just burst into flames from how hot your face felt staring down at your phone. Was heâŠhe wouldnât. But did you mind if he did? No. Fuck, no. But you couldnât just let him know that.Â
Y/n: Steve Harrington you are sick!Â
Steve: What?? Iâm eating cereal and texting you! Trying to multitask here.Â
Steve: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy girl.Â
Heâd played you and you took the bait so easily! At this point you should know heâd take any opportunity to embarrass you, you both knew you loved it. He loved getting you all flushed and squirmy and you loved pretending like it didnât light you up inside.Â
Now you were thinking about him touching himself, your thighs sore from squeezing together and your heart racing. You wanted to know how he looked doing it, what he sounded likeâŠJesus Christ you needed to get a grip. It wasnât until your phone buzzed in your hand that you realized you hadnât texted him back.Â
Steve: Your cheeks are all hot, arenât they?
Oh fuck off.Â
Y/n: No! They have no reason to be!Â
Steve: Oh they definitely are. Youâre all hot and bothered thinking about me only using one hand to text you. Youâve got a dirty mind!
He was taunting you, you knew that. Baiting you and wrapping it up with a nice shiny bow. And youâd take it every time.Â
Y/n: You knew what you were doing! You set me up.Â
Steve: Little olâ me? As if Iâd ever do such a thing! Iâm offended youâd even suggest that.Â
Just imagining the shit eating grin he was wearing riled you up even more, your blood pumping and your fingers twitching as you typed furiously back to him.Â
Y/n: Playing innocent wonât work with me, Harrington. I know your tricks and they only make my cheeks red because they piss me off! Go fuck yourself, idiot!Â
Steve: You wanna watch? ;)Â
You thought about throwing your phone at the wall, watching it smash into a thousand tiny pieces and letting every trace of that arrogant, smug, hot asshole wash away. But you were not so secretly relishing in the back and forth, your tummy a ball of excitement.Â
Y/n: In your dreams.Â
His reply was instant and it made you fist your bed sheets tight, toes curling in your socks and if you were standing youâd be sure to fall to your knees.Â
Steve: Oh you know it, baby.Â
Steve: Maybe next time. Youâve been a dirty girl calling me all those mean names. Come kiss it better?
When a picture came in seconds after his last reply you dropped your phone to your bed, eyes wide and pulse thumping in your ears as you took in the image before you.Â
Steve lying on his bed, shirtless. He was lying against his navy blue pillowcase, one arm thrown behind his head and he showed just enough of his torso for you to see a patch of chest hair that made your fingernails dig so deep into your palm you were surprised you didnât draw blood. His hair was tousled like heâd tugged at it and his mouth held the most perfect little pout. You assumed thatâs what you were supposed to be kissing better.Â
It had been several minutes since youâd moved so it didnât make sense why your breathing was so heavy and why there was sweat gathering at the base of your neck. All you could think of was leaving your mark over his chest and shoulders, deep purple spots that you know heâd wear with a proud smile on his face.Â
If he could see you nowâŠyouâd never hear the end of it.Â
Y/n: Meh.Â
He must have been sitting there waiting for your reply, the three little dots popping up almost instantly after you hit send.Â
Steve: Meh????Â
Steve: It took you 10 minutes to reply with meh??
Steve: Liar.Â
A sick satisfaction coursed through you and you felt a small sense of victory reading his replies. If you didnât know any better youâd say Steve was a little upset at your lack of reaction.Â
Y/n: It took me 10 minutes because I wasnât waiting by my phone for your reply. And Iâm not a liar, just not overly impressed.Â
You were a liar. A huge lying liar who was only able to do this over text because if he was in front of youâd have been stumbling over your words and blushing like an idiot.Â
And that little victory you had lasted all of 2 minutes because when your phone started ringing, that ball of dread from forever ago came barreling back into you harder and faster than before.Â
Pressing accept you held the phone up to your ear and tried to get your breathing under control. You were gonna blow your cover quickly if you didnât.Â
âH-hello?âÂ
âNot impressed, hm?â There was an edge to his voice, one you didnât recognize but it had a sense of sternness, of authority that had your hands twitching in your lap.Â
âNope. Sorry.â The words practically squeaked out of you, the less you said the better when it came to Steve. If you spoke too much heâd be able to know what you were thinking, he probably already did. You swore he had some magical powers or something.Â
âReally? And youâre sure? I only ask because earlier just looking at my arms had you panting like a dog at my feet.âÂ
Your face burned with humiliation and you cursed yourself for the way it turned you on. Fuck. Any control you had was quickly unraveling and falling apart in front of you.Â
âSteve, Iââ
âBecause when it took you so long to reply, you know what I thought? I thought youâd slipped your hand into your panties like some perv. That was my theory, but I can admit it when Iâm wrong.âÂ
âI-I wasnât! Iâm not I justââ
âBut you thought about it, didnât you?âÂ
And well of course you had. How could you not when he looked like he did and when you could practically hear him in your ear whispering filthy, teasing things.Â
You pictured him now, standing at the foot of your bed with his shirt off and his hands on his hips. How heâd shake his head at you, scolding you like a teacher scolding their student for not doing their homework. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he riles you up and it leaves you reeling.Â
âI, well Iââ
âJust a yes or no, doll. Did you think about it?âÂ
âYes.â It comes out in a whisper, hanging in the air and you should want to take it back, to tell him no and hang up but you donât. You sit there and bask in it, the embarrassment, the arousal. You sit and wait for him to give you somethingâlike a dog waiting for a treat.Â
âThatâs what I thought. Now that weâve got that settled, Iâm beat! Youâve kept me up far past my bedtime. Goodnight, perv. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Before you can get a word out, a plea or a curse or anything heâs hanging up the phone and leaving you with your mouth hanging open and an ache so intense it makes your head spin.Â
Idiot. Asshole. Jerk. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
Heâs left you speechless, sitting there still on your bed with your phone in your hand and your mind running a thousand miles a minute. Youâre aching and wet, embarrassingly wet, and you feel a need for him so deep in your bones itâs making you feel insane.Â
A knock on your front door startles you, itâs harsh and quick and your pulse spikes immediately. Holding your phone in your hand you make your way through the living room, a seed of worry nestled in your stomach because who would be here knocking on your door at almost 3 am.Â
Who besides Steve, of course.Â
Just as youâre moving close to look through the peephole, he calls your name from the other side of the door. Excitement pools low in your belly, hairs on your arm standing tall at the promise of him just inches away. Pulling open the door youâre met with the same Steve youâd left just a short time ago, but now heâs wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang low on his hips and his hair is still damp from the shower youâre sure heâs taken. A pink t-shirt is stretched over his broad shoulders and thereâs a simple silver chain hanging around his neck.Â
How does he always look this good? You donât say anything, opting to step to the side and allow him through and he steps in wordlessly, giving your arm a squeeze when he passes by.Â
Closing the door behind him, you watch as he makes his way to your room and you stand there dumbfounded, wondering what the fuck is going on and why he hasnât said a word to you after showing up at your door at 3 am.Â
Following him is a simple choice, one that leads you to your room to see Steve sitting on the edge of your bed with his legs spread wide, hands behind him flat on the comforter while he leans back the slightest bit. Heâs stunning and it has you fighting the urge to sing to your knees on the carpet in front of him.Â
It feels like a staring contest between the two of you. But instead of looking in your eyes, Steve is letting his gaze run over your body. Youâre in an oversize shirt that reaches about mid thigh, nothing underneath but a pair of panties that Steve ruined hours ago.Â
He finally meets your eyes, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth that makes you feel jittery. âW-what are you doing here?â You canât help but to stumble over your words when heâs looking at you like that. Like he could take a bite out of you.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âMissed me already, Harrington?âÂ
âAlways.â Some of the smugness he carries with him has melted away with the admission and it makes your heart swell in your chest. The thought of him missing you provides a surge of warmth through your body.Â
âI missed you too,â Your voice is timid, his stare making you feel exposed to him, âbut I thought you were going to bed.âÂ
âWell that was my plan, but I couldnât fall asleep knowing you were over here making a mess because of me and not come help clean it up.âÂ
Your toes curl into the carpet below you and you hope it will be able to ground you a little when you feel soâŠyou donât even know what you feel. Your stomach is twisting and your palms are sweaty and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.Â
One of his hands lifts to motion you forward and you do so without hesitation, your feet carrying you to him instantly. When you get close enough you go to get on your knees instinctively and he stops you with a small, proud smile. âNo, no, Iâm here to take care of you, baby.â And while the notion fills you with excitement, you canât help but feel a little upset that you wonât get to put your mouth on him.Â
And of course this just makes him smile even bigger, eyes bright as he takes in your frown and canât help but shake his head at you.Â
âBefore we do anything I justâŠI want you to know I care about you, yeah? This isnât some one night thing for me. I want everyday with you, everyday that youâll give me.âÂ
âI care about you too, Steve. I think that was obvious when I scrubbed all the paint off that plate after I saw that text on your phone,â He huffs a small laugh at you, hands settled on your hips, âYouâve become such an important part of my life and IâI like you a lot, even when youâre mean to me.âÂ
He scoffs like the idea is foreign, playful glint in his eye the whole time and it drives you crazy. He has that look, the one that tells you heâs about to say something that will either make you hit him or drop back down to your knees.Â
âCome give daddy a kiss then.âÂ
Itâs the former, hand coming up to smack at his chest hard despite the way the name makes your stomach clench and your spine tingle. He just laughs, loud and steady, pulling you down onto his lap and smashing his lips against yours.Â
His lips are just as soft as youâd dreamed about, full and slick with spit and you feel yourself pulse when he smiles into the kiss. His nose bumps with yours, his hands sliding from your waist to your hair and letting his fingers tug and pull while you push closer to him.Â
âFuckâyou taste so good.â You donât even realize the words come from you until you feel Steve groan against you, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip as if to taste you too.Â
When you finally have to pull back for air, your forehead is pressed against his and you both try and catch your breath. He looks like a dream, mouth shiny and swollen, eyes glazed over as he takes you in. He tastes sweet, the kind of taste you crave at the end of the day or when you need a pick me up. Or just because.Â
Heâs shifted back a little so youâre not hanging off him and the edge of the bed, your thighs wrapped around his hips and your chests almost touching from how close you are. Heâs tugging at the ends of your shirt, trying to pull it off but itâs trapped between your thighs and his. You lean up just enough for him to pull it free, tugging it over your head with ease.Â
What youâve managed to forget in the heat of the moment, what Steve doesnât know but is quick to find out is the little secret no one but Robin knows aboutâand she only knows because you needed moral support.Â
âOh holy fuck,â Youâve never seen his eyes so wide and his mouth is dropped open so big itâs almost kind of scary. Somehow youâd forgotten your nipples were pierced, maybe it was from Steve kissing you stupid, youâre not sure. But heâs looking at your tits now like heâs got gold in front of him.Â
Your mouth opens to tease him but before you can speak heâs moving his hand to cover your mouth, eyes never leaving your boobs and you have to laugh against him.Â
âDonâtâyou canât say a thing right now or Iâll cum in my pants.â He sounds so serious, so pained that you whine against his hand all greedy and impatient. âJesus fuckinâ Christ. Prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, doll. Think I could cum from just lookinâ at em for too long.âÂ
You nod eagerly against his hand, the idea of that turning you on even more than you thought possible. He finally removes his hand but only because he canât hold out on touching you any longer. His palms come up to cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and you sigh in relief at the feeling of his touch. He uses two fingers to tug gently at the little silver barbell that runs through them, watching your face for your reaction and you donât disappoint. Your mouth falls open, a small moan slipping out and your hands grip his shoulders tight.Â
âFuck me. God youâre perfect, so pretty and sweet for me. Shit, mâlosing my goddamn mind here, baby.â Half his words are almost slurred, attention moving between your tits and your face as he tugs and thumbs at your nipples. The furrow in his brow makes him look genuinely concerned and you throb at the thought of him being so mesmerized by you.Â
Heâs so occupied with your pretty tits in his face he doesnât notice when you slide back a little, a few inches of space between you now. Youâve been soaked and aching for far too long and you think if he doesnât touch you in the next few seconds you might cry.Â
You move one of your hands to grab his, tugging it from your nipple and sliding it down between you to press against the front of your panties. Theyâre messy, your thighs sticky and you hope he understands your not so subtle hint.Â
He does, cursing at the feel of how wet and hot you are even through the thin layer separating him from you. âPoor thing, didnât even know someone could be this messy.â Your hips shift, desperately trying to get his fingers to catch on your clit. âWho made you this desperate, huh? Was it that prick from the bar?âÂ
Youâre shaking your head but itâs not enough for him, hand moving away and you gasp, pulling it back and giving him what he wants. âYou. Itâs youâyou did this to me.âÂ
Instead of saying anything he dips his fingers past the band of your panties, both of you groaning at the contact. He circles your clit twice, thighs twitching around him before heâs dipping down to your sopping hole, teasing his finger there before swiping through your slit to collect some of the slick thatâs there.Â
You want to whine when he pulls his hand out but it fades away at the sight of his glistening fingers, how he studies them for a minute before slipping them into his mouth and humming in content.Â
âWay better than mint chocolate chip.âÂ
Next thing you know heâs slipping his hand back between you, the imprint of his knuckles against your panties hot enough to make you drool down his chest.Â
Thumb pressed to your clit he moves in slow circles, just enough pressure to make you need more, pressing down onto his hand and trying to swivel your hips. âWant you, Steve. Need you.âÂ
âI know baby, gotta stretch you out first.â At the same time heâs speaking heâs slipping his middle finger inside of you with no resistance and itâs not enough. Itâs like he has a connection to your mind, slipping another finger in immediately and you feel that ache start to untangle itself the slightest bit.Â
With two of his much larger fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit, you already feel the signs of an orgasm building deep in your belly. You feel that burn all over, grinding down onto him in search of that pressure thatâll make your eyes roll back. Itâs when he curls his fingers that you lurch forward, face nuzzling his neck as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur.Â
âS-steve..â Youâre almost there already, walls clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside while he speeds up on your clit. Thereâs a twitch in your thighs that he noticed, hushed praises in your ear when that string begins to fray, threatening to snap in seconds.Â
And then it stops.Â
Thereâs no more curling his fingers and his thumb is still on your clit. You pull back just enough to curse at him, his hand wet and sticky with evidence of just how much you were enjoying that. But when you see his face you know youâre fucked. Heâs got that shine in his eyes that screams trouble, a devious little smirk on his lips as he watches the frustration build behind your eyes.Â
âSomething to say, sweetheart?â Heâs taunting you, daring you to curse at himâbut you donât. You canât fathom the idea of him taking this all away so you remain quiet, shaking your head at him and hoping your obedience will pay off soon. He nods at you as if to say âthatâs what I thoughtâ, hand coming up to tuck your face back into the crook of his neck as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you again.Â
Youâre glad he canât see the way your cheeks turn bright red because you can hear how wet you are, the small little noise it makes every time he drives his fingers back into has you pressing further into him. He has goosebumps on skin from the feel of your hot breath against his throat from where youâre practically panting, little open mouthed kisses left for as far as you can reach.Â
It doesnât take long before that feeling is building back up, stronger than before and you curse against his skin. âSnug little cunt, greedy for it, isnât she?â You think you chant a whispered âyesâ into him but you canât be sure, overwhelmed by the tight, quick circles heâs rubbing on your swollen clit and the wave of pleasure you feel beginning to wash over you.Â
And then it stops again.Â
This time you canât help the whine that slips out, hands fisting his t-shirt as you writhe in his lap. He chuckles in your ear, smooth and teasing and it makes you mortified when you feel yourself drip down his hand at his meanness.Â
âYou can handle one more time, yeah? Then Iâll give you my cock.â The promise of finally being full of him is enough to push down your frustrations, eagerness and excitement taking over. He lets you get away with a nod, picking up a faster pace than before and you think itâs not for you, but that his patience is wearing thin.Â
Heâs rubbing harshly against that sponges spot inside of you with every pass of his fingers, your mouth dropped open with no sound coming out as you try and hold off. Itâs too much, too intense and you feel lightheaded at how every nerve in your body is lit up and buzzing.
But apparently he knows your body better than you do, stopping just seconds before you begin to tip over and your shoulders sag in relief and annoyance at the same time.Â
âPlease, please.â Theyâre quiet little pleas that he can't even hear but can feel against his skin and he coos at you. Itâs condescending and should piss you off but instead has you nudging your nose against his for comfort.Â
âTold ya Iâd give you my cock, honey. Lay down and let me see you.â You move to lay back, watching him stand over you and strip his shirt and shorts off. Heâd forgone underwear and you thank god for that. The sight of his cock, hard and shiny with precum as your thighs falling open for him automatically. He notices this, of course he does. Heâs thick and youâre suddenly very grateful for the prep he just did, you donât think heâd fit otherwise.Â
When he leans down to pull a condom from the back pocket of his shortsâpresumptuous cocky bastardâyou feel the urge to stop him but refrain. Youâre already crossing all these invisible lines, you need to have at least some self control. Even though youâre desperate to feel him bare. Youâre captivated by him, watching him roll the condom on and clenching around nothing as he hisses through his teeth at the contact.Â
Seeing him for the first time, how hard and flushed he is makes you regret even more not getting your mouth on him. Next time, you promise yourself. Youâd thought youâd be nervous for this, but you think youâre too overwhelmed with a need for him that thereâs no room left to be nervous or anxious.Â
Climbing on the bed he moves between your open legs, hands on either side of your head as he holds himself up over you. His cock is lying against you, head touching your clit and itâs making it impossible to lie still. âYou still want this?â His face is serious, and you want to squish his cheeks at his consideration for you despite his hard cock pressing against you.Â
âPlease, Steve. I want thisâI need you.â Itâs all the confirmation he needs, reaching one hand between you to take his cock, running it through your slit and groaning at the way you twitch below him. After bumping it against your clit he moves down to your entrance, pushing in the slightest bit and squeezing his eyes shut at the feel of you clenching down on him.Â
The burn of him pushing forward stings, but itâs a welcome pain that has you gripping the sheets below you, looking for something to steady you when you feel like youâll float away. âKeep going, please keep going.â Youâre pleading below him, mouth dropping open when he pushes in. He has to pause when heâs in all the way, his patch of public hair at the base of his cock catching at your clit and you gasp.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â His forehead is pressed against your cheek, his teeth scraping against the edge of your jaw as he tried to collect himself. âI donâtâshit I donât know howâgoddamn baby, never felt anything this good before in my life.âÂ
He throbs inside of you when you whine, craning your neck up just an inch to take the silver chain dangling above you between your teeth. âFuckinâ hell, gonna kill me.â You lift your hips off the bed, urging him to move and moan around the chain when he slips deeper inside of you. He pulls himself up to look at you, hair falling around your head like an angel with blotchy cheeks and fucked out eyes.Â
Thrusting forward, the tip of his cock nudges against that spot inside of you and you clench around him so hard his arms almost give out above you. This has been building up for weeks and with the way he edged you earlier, you wonât last long. He knows as much, thrusting into you and using one hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit.Â
âFeel like Iâm having deja vu, having you pressed against me like this, yeah?â It was just hours ago you were on the train, a few more layers between you but pressed up against him all the same.Â
The chain pops from your mouth when he moves your hands to lay beside your head, lacing your fingers together as he stretches over you. Your piercings press against his chest just right and it has your tummy tightening, the added friction enough to have your head spinning.Â
He looks mouthwatering above you, hair out of place and falling over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed and heâs holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he moves between watching your face and the way your tits bounce with every thrust of his cock. Thereâs little drops of sweat running down his sculpted nose and slipping onto your chest, your cute little gasps hitting his ears.Â
You know youâre done for when he leans down, lips pressed to your ear and his harsh breath tickling your skin.Â
âTakinâ your daddyâs cock so well, arenât you, doll?âÂ
Eyes screwed shut you claw at his shoulders, his name leaving your lips in a curse and you both can see the way the nickname makes your face flush a shade darker of red, eyes turning dark and fingers digging into him. âDirty girl, acting like you donât like it when I can feel you making a mess of me, this pretty little pussy hugging me tight when I call myself daddy.âÂ
âFu-fuck, Steve. Gonna cumâmâgonna cum.â Your words are hushed and quick in his air, rope beginning to snap and if he stops right now you might actually kill him.Â
âGo ahead, soak my cock, pretty girl. Show me who I belong to, yeah?â Itâs all it takes, rope snapping and sparks shooting down to your toes as you tug at his hair, your thighs tight as your orgasm crashes through you. It feels like it goes on forever, your body taught and ears buzzing and you can barely make out the faint curses coming from above you.Â
He belongs to you, and he will as long as heâll have you.
You feel yourself start to come back down, your chin pinched in between Steveâs fingers and heâs looking at you like heâs seeing the first snowfall of the year. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips grinding into yours and his breaths uneven and sharp. âWhereâŠwhere do you want it baby?âÂ
Not sure that you can make coherent sentences right now, you reach up to cup your breasts, Steveâs eyes widening before the most pitiful cry leaves his lips. He thrusts into you one, two, three more times and each one has you gasping below him as aftershocks of your orgasm zing through you.Â
He pulls out quickly, pulling off the condom with a sharp inhale and you think he looks good like this, all desperate and pathetic for you like you always are for him. You urge him forward, fingers digging into his hips and trying to pull him up your body. He moves easily, coming up so heâs barely resting any weight on your belly, knees on either side of your chest.Â
You cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and pushing them together below him. Heâs looking at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded and lips parted in a silent gasp. It only takes two quick strokes before whatâs been building at the base of his spine snaps and heâs cursing above you, ropes of white covering your chest and neck and catching the piercings too.Â
âPerfect, youâre so perfectâshit.â He works himself through it slowly, his cock twitching and his fingers covered in cum from where itâs dribbled over his fist. Heâs staring down at you with an intensity that makes you blush, eyes taking in every inch of you thatâs marked with him.Â
âLook like a fuckinâ dream with these pretty tits covered in my cum. Fuck, doll, Iâm gonna think about this for the rest of my life.âÂ
All you can do is smile stupidly below him, your heart bursting and your body thoroughly exhausted. He leans down and presses a quick peck to your cheek before heâs shifting off the bed, running to the bathroom and washing off his hand before he comes back with a warm rag, sitting beside you so he can clean you up. His hand hovers over you and you roll your eyes at the little pout heâs wearing as he looks at your boobs.Â
âAre you seriously pouting over cleaning off my boobs right now?âÂ
âWho wouldnât be? They look so pretty like this.âÂ
You reach for the rag with a giggle to do it yourself but he pulls his hand back, shaking his head at you and begrudgingly wiping his cum off your chest with a little sigh thatâs a little endearing.Â
Once you're cleaned up and the condom is in the trash he helps you up so he can pull back the comforter, both of you snuggling in under the coversânaked at his request. His chest is pressed to your back, his heartbeat felt against your skin and it makes you smile into your pillow.Â
His skin is warm against yours, fingers laced beside your head and you lift your chin to place quick kisses against his knuckles.Â
âNow thatâs the kind of reward I could get used to.âÂ
âSteve!â
ââââ-
Itâs the next day and thereâs a soreness between your thighs that has you smiling to yourself while you get ready. You remember this morning, how you woke up to the sight of honey brown hair nestled between your thighs, coaxing you out of your sleep with his tongue on your clit.Â
The best kind of pain, where youâll feel him for days when you walk or when you sit down. It brings a blush to your skin and memories youâll think about forever to your mind.Â
He left shortly after, both of you needing to be away from each other so you could actually get ready for the lunch you had planned with Robin and Eddie this afternoon.Â
A feeling of nervousness settles within you as you get ready for this lunch. Itâs not that you want to keep this from Rob and Eddie, but youâre not what youâd even tell them! These nerves were much more about you and Steve then they were your friends.Â
Would you tell them youâre dating? That you like each other? That youâre just fucking around? This is what made you anxious, what had your hands twisting in your lap on the train and had you so distracted you stumbled right into Eddie outside of the restaurant.Â
âWoah! Caught ya.â He steadies you, smiling down into your worried eyes and a little bit of that anxiety seeps out of you. This is your friend, one of your best friends! Who cares whatâs going on, maybe heâll have some insight that you canât see for yourself.Â
Eddie leads you into the place, a booth in the back already holding Robin and Steve. Theyâre both on one side of it and you can see from here that Steveâs unhappy about not getting to sit by you.Â
You slide in so youâre closest to the wall, legs knocking with Steveâs under the table and the small amount of contact soothes some of the turmoil happening inside of you.Â
Everything is going good, things feel normalâbesides the subtle winks Steve sends your way to get you blushingâand youâre not even worried anymore. The table in front of you is filled with food, everyone reaching over and grabbing whatever sounds good. Arms are crossed over each other and hands get tangled when you reach for fries or mozzarella sticks or an onion ring.Â
Robin is going on about something, youâre not sure what youâve kind of zoned out a little if youâre being honest, when you feel Steve staring at you. You look up to his brows furrowed, confusion laced in his features and you quirk your brow at him, wondering what has him looking at you like that.Â
Itâs when Eddie speaks up beside you, cutting Robin off and bringing everyoneâs attention to him that it makes sense, âHarrington, I appreciate the love but can you stop trying to play footsies with me under the table?âÂ
Steveâs face flames and you canât help the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, hands coming up to try and smother how loud it is. But Steve doesnât recover fast enough, eyes darting to yours sheepishly and thatâs when it clicks for Eddie.Â
âOh. My. God.âÂ
Three sets of eyes fly to Eddie. Robin is confused. You and Steve are looking at Eddie as he looks between the two of you, mouth dropped open in shock and you curse yourself for the storm thatâs coming.Â
âWhat?â Itâs Robin that speaks first, eyes darting between the three of you quickly. You and Steve keep quiet, trying not to give yourselves away but itâs no use. âOh my god.â Thereâs Eddie again, sinister smirk on his lips as he takes his time taking in your pink cheeks and the way Steve wonât make eye contact with him.Â
âOh for the love of god! Someone tell me whatâs going on. I am not a mind reader.âÂ
âRobin, you wonât believe it. These two finally fucked.â A chorus of noises fill your small corner of the restaurant, booth creaking underneath you from where Eddie is practically bouncing in his seat. Robin squeals, hands going to grip Steveâs arms. Steve sighs, letting Robin tug him around like a rag doll in a fit of her excitement. And you gasp, smacking Eddie in the chest the way you do to Steve all the time.Â
But neither of you deny it and that alone sends waves of relief through you. Not that you think Steve would, especially with the way heâs gotten over his bit of embarrassment, adorning his signature smirk and a look of pride as the people around him freak out.Â
You donât know how bad Steve wants to show you off, tell the world and scream it from the rooftops how lucky he is to even get to be around you. Youâre everything heâs ever wanted, sweet and kind but not afraid to challenge him and call him out for his bullshit. God, heâs obsessed with you.Â
Eddieâs rubbing at his chest where you hit him, pouting like a child as if it actually hurt. You hope it did. âDamn, sheâs got some force behind those hits,â He looks from you to Steve, eyes lighting up and you know whatâs coming before he even opens his mouth, âbut you love it, donât ya big boy?âÂ
Your head falls forward to rest in your palm, eyes closed as you try and pretend you're anywhere but here. You think you hear Robin gag from across the table and it forces a laugh out of you. Eyes lifting to meet Steveâs, his teeth are showing and heâs shaking his head like he knows a secret no one else does. His words fill the space around you and make your skin heat under his stare.Â
âOh you have no idea.â ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
(save me steve harrington in a tank top)
@aheadfullofsteverogers i remembered and hope you enjoy đ
#steve harrington#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fluff#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#modern!steve harrington#stranger things smut#eddie munson#steve harrington oneshot#fem reader
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I was thinking about Danny talking about Dan to the Justice League and all it would take would be a little slip of the tongue for Danny's "he's my evil future self" to be heard as "he's my evil future son." Because it's one thing to have futures where You turn evil, but another thing to have futures where your family members, your KIDS, turn evil.
Phantom was new to the Justice League team. He had been inducted only three months ago and could be seen coming and going at odd hours. No one really knew much about him.
Phantom was recommended by Wonder Woman during the last selection. Apparently, she knew him due to a mutual acquaintance, a woman named Pandora, who had asked the princess to meet the boyâteenager? Man? It was hard to know what to call him because his physical appearance was that of a youth when he was immortal. She rarely nominated anyone for membership, but the person was precious to the team when she did.
And the ghost was.
Although he needed some formal training, Phantom had an excellent grasp of his powers and the cleverness to pull off moves with them, which Batman even praised. Many of the members adored Phantom's willingness to take on any role in a team.
He never complained about letting someone else take the lead, followed orders without much trouble, blended well with anyone as a teammate, and, most of all, had compassion for civilians. Phantom was often the hero who lingered after a battle to help clean up and provide relief aid.
Civilians adored him, and his fans were growing in numbers.
Despite all of this, Phantom wasn't really close with anyone. The ghost rarely lingered after his missions or monitor duty. He flew in, kept to himself, and left out once he was done.
Phantom never started or helped the conversation progress if it was not mission-related. He wasn't as bad as Batman, but he made it hard to connect to him. Diana assured everyone it wasn't because Phantom did not like themâhe was only shy.
It was hard to put the being who single-handedly held off Superman the last time he was mind-controlled next to the word shy. Yet they've seen it.
They saw him nervously play with his gloves as someone spoke to him, struggled to think of what to say in conversations, and even ducked his head when he got too anxious.
It was like whiplash to see the ghost go from a shy, nervous teenager to the one that stopped and held Superman in a taekwondo hold until Batman could stab the needle to get him free of mind control.
Then, that same powerful fighter drags himself to the crowd and the smocking city, ready to assist in any way.
Despite being exhausted and covered in wounds, Phantom helped the crew in charge of clearing the debris by lifting heavy objects and scanning the building for people needing medical attention.
Phantom had been more than willing to follow emergency services' commands, personally thanking the EMTs and firefighters once the chaos was over. When a little boy asked for a photo, Phantom told him they could take one when everything settled.
No one expected the ghost to keep to his word, finding the boy and his mother later at a hospital for that photo. He has been awfully apologetic that the camera could only catch a blurry outline of him with his glowing green eyes.
The little boy hadn't stopped grinning despite suffering a broken leg.
He was literally the sweetest little heroâBruce had to remind himself that he was not an actual child and was, in fact, thousands of years old whenever he saw the ghost fidgeting with something while on monitor duty.
That's why, the day Phantom threw himself into one of the lounges couches with a distressed sigh, everyone in the area surrounded him.
"Everything alright, Phantom?" Asked Oliver as the ghost's glow flickered in and out of his usual glow.
The immortal did not remove his hands from his face but nodded. His glow lowered again as if reacting to his lie.
The heroes gave each other loaded looks before Diana stepped forward. "You seemed troubled, dear friend. Are you willing to allow us to lead an ear to your woes?"
"Dan is just giving me trouble," Phantom mumbled, his words muffled by his hands.
Wonder glanced at the others, but when they shrugged in confusion, she sat next to the teenager. Placing one supporting hand on his shoulder, she rubbed it gently and leaned towards him. "Who is Dan?"
"Me."
Barry blinks. "You?"
"Yeah, the evil me of the future."
Phantom becoming evil? That was inconceivable.
"Did something happen to make you think you're going evil?" Barry asks gently, taking the other open seat on Phantom's left. He places a warm hand on Phantom's hunched-over back and is violently reminded of how tiny the boy must have been when he died.
It breaks his heart. He's smaller than Wally.
"The ancient of Time showed me that he destroyed the world. I helped create him, so I had to be the one to stop him. For the good of the world."
Diana sucks in a gasp, making Oliver, Hal, Barry, and Dinah weary at once. She made the hand motion, signaling that she would explain later, making the other heroes nod. "I know you may blame yourself, but that was merely a warning from the gods. You still have time to change the outcome."
Phantom glances up from behind his fingers. "You really think so?"
"Yes, of course."
The ghost offers everyone a small smile before vanishing from sight. There are gasps and a desperate cry for his name, but eventually, they realize the ghost has left.
"What was that about?" Hal asks after a moment.
Wonder Woman stands, striding over to the large windows of the watch tower. Her eyes turn to the brightest star visible with a small, sad smile. "Clockwork is the name of the ancient- one of the gods- that controls time. He rarely has champions, but when he does, he often gives them glances of their future. Many claim it's more of a curse than a blessing, for they often see the worse of what is to become."
Dinah straightens. "You're saying Phantom really will go evil?"
"No." Diana closes her eyes. "Ghosts are formed in three ways. The first is death. Someone or something dies, and they are formed from the souls getting attached to ectoplasm. The second is that they are bestowed a duty and are created to keep that duty alive. It often governs a part of our reality- space, dreams, wishes, and even plants. The last is the least common due to how rare it is for ghosts to have powerful enough cores. It is to be born from a stronger ghost, taking pieces of their core and growing into their own person."
Diana turns back to the confused-looking heroes to deliver her blow. "Phantom said it was himself that turned evil, but referred to himself as "Dan". Ghosts do not change their names, for their names are part of what holds their cores together. This means Dan is not him but came from him. His son will grow to be evil, and Phantom will likely have to put him down per Clockwork's instructions for the good of the world."
Hal bites out a curse. "That's sick. How could the time god ask Phantom to kill his own kid? Even if he is evil, Phantom doesn't deserve to have that duty placed on his shoulders. He's just a kid."
"But he isn't," Barry sighs. "Phantom is older than ancient Egypt. He just looks like a kid."
"It does not matter." Wonder Woman declares. "Clockwork's warnings can be overturned. We just need to help Dan off the road of darkness while he is still young."
They call for a Justice League meeting, one that only includes the original team that founded the league, to discuss a strategy plan. At first, some want to change the meeting to discuss how to put down Dan, wondering if being Phantom's son made him just as powerful before Batman stands up.
Bruce does not like the idea that the boy will end up destroying the world, but he is the most outspoken about Dan's innocence in the present day. His scorching words make a few ashamed of themselves for giving up on saving the boy before even meeting him.
The meeting drags on for hours until they eventually agree that they will monitor the child. If they realize he is too far gone to save, they will be the ones to end him. Phantom did not deserve to be the killer.
Clark asked Phantom to bring Dan around and introduce him. They dress the indentation as a league-wide party for the member's family (those in the know). The ghost looked spooked before he agreed to bring his child to meet the team.
A week later, every hero smiles politely at the six-foot-tall man with flaming hair who introduces himself as Dan. He's as bulky as Bane, and his low, dark voice echoes through the room. It's comedic compared to the cracking voice of his father, who has to flout to make them the same height.
As soon as the pair of ghosts fly away to speak to Supergirl and Robin, Barry grabs Bruce's cape. "That's a full-grown man."
"I know"
"Bats, that man is built like a brick house. "
"Yes"
"I thought Phantom said he was three? How in the Speed force is that man three?"
"It seems ghosts age differently. Or they are formed to take on the age they desire. I need to do research."
While the surrounding founding members whisper to each other, more heroes arrive at the makeshift party, some in their costumes and some in their civilian identities.
There are various reactions to Dan. A few consider him Phantom's father or brother, but both ghosts quickly make faces. Phantom reminds someone no less than five times that Dan is his future self.
Wonder Woman has to follow the pair whispering to confuse members about the cultural differences between ghosts and children. She doesn't have to explain that to the magic users or those who have worked with ghosts before.
There were a few who had vastly different reactions.
The members of Young Justice, including Secret, all backed up the claims that ghosts did not change their names and were treating Dan as a Phantom's son without blinking an eye.
John Constantine looked at Dan and cooed. "Aw, a baby core. How old is he?"
Phantom cracks a smile while Dan scoffs. "Three"
"Adorable." He raised his flask in salute, "He's powerful. You must be so proud."
Phantom's smile becomes strained. "Thank you."
Across the room, the founding members swear they will save Dan no matter what, as the larger ghost rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#misunderstandings#The cinnamon roll's son#Danny is the office (Justice Leauge) sweet heart#They think Dan is destined to destroy the world#So they will baby this full grown man to teach him right from wrong#Dan's core is only three years in that time 's earth#So he does register as a BABY GHOST#Part 1
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Figuring out I'm on the ace spectrum was so difficult because I have always been a horny bitch. I knew what sex was at a fairly young age, because I'd asked my mom and she's one of those good parents who'll answer questions like those, and as I grew older and would ask more complex questions, her answers would evolve along with my curiosity and understanding of the world. And I remember having fantasies as young as 9 or 10 years old, even if they were hella vague and nothing close to what sex actually is lol
So as I became a teenager, and all my friends' focus turned from playing with dolls to flirting with boys, I automatically thought I was attracted to boys. And I paid more attention to Cute Boys than I did to Cute Girls, because girls were just nice to look at while boys were People To Have Crushes On. Because of heteronormativity. Looking back on it now, I know there were girls I liked to stare at just as intently as boys, although less often because I wasn't trying to pay attention. And I certainly didn't fantasize about girls because I started reading romance novels in 5th grade, so I was fantasizing about male romantic partners because that was the fiction I was consuming. I didn't even realize fantasizing about girls was possible until I was 17, and I had a few "am I a lesbian" internal crises for years because of it.
So when I did start having sex, I had A LOT OF IT with SO MANY different guys, and eventually a couple of women once I started accepting that bisexuality was real. But it was never really fulfilling. Not like my fantasies were. Not like my books were. I was slutty because sex was fun, I was horny, there were plenty of options so I kept searching for that satisfaction I was craving.
Getting married was a relief (even though it turns out I'm aro-spec too lol) because I was tired of hunting, and even if sex with my husband was meh, at least I had someone around to scratch that itch if I had it, and he didn't mind if I occasionally took care of things on my own because I'd read an especially hot scene in a romance.
I learned about asexuality in my early 20s, but I brushed it off. Couldn't be me, I'm far too horny for that. But I think that comes from the fact that everything you hear about Aces is attached to sex-repulsion or sex-indifference. I wasn't either of those things. I was horny all the dang time. I was fantasizing about sex all the dang time. I figured actual sex was meh because my imagination was so vivid that real life could never match up. Which could be true to an extent, but I think not as much as popular opinion would have us believe. If fantasy was really that much better for everyone, then I think we'd have less incels and unplanned pregnancies than we do.
In my 30s I finally saw people talking about The Spectrum, and I started examining my past, and I figured out I wasn't really attracted to anyone I had sex with. I do occasionally find someone attractive; there are men and women and enbies who make my skin feel tight and give me a little wave of lightheadedness lol... but it's always always the fantasy that gets me really going. If given the opportunity I wouldn't have sex with any of those people. Thank you, but no thank you, I'd rather just imagine it than physically participate in the act with them.
(Ok I might go down on them, but that's less about wanting sex, and more about being able to add them to my Tally. Hell yeah I want to brag about making *insert hot person* have an orgasm. There's PRIDE in that kind of accomplishment lol)
I have a lot of respect for aces that are not horny. I understand it even if I don't share the sentiment. And I feel like most of them understand me even if they don't share the sentiment. There's a solidarity between us.
Until I go into a fandom tag for a character that the aces have glommed onto because they're canonically ace or headcanoned as ace. Good lord, the non-horny aces can turn into downright vicious bastards if a horny ace sexualizes their blorbo.
This post is for them.
Horny aces exist. Please look up "autochorissexual, lithosexual, and aegosexual."
Refer to those definitions in regards to romantic attraction as well as sexual attraction.
Some aces may not fall into one of those definitions, because asexuality is a spectrum, but they may still be horny.
Horny aces are not disrespecting you by enjoying being horny on main. We promise we'll wash the stickiness off our hands before we hold your hands in queer solidarity.
And most importantly: Your blorbo is fictional and does not need to be defended from icky sexuality. They exist in an infinite multiverse, so your blorbo and my blorbo are not the same, even if they appear to be on the surface.
AND:
This post is also for the people who are confused about themselves because they're horny but don't actually feel attraction. You're not crazy, you're not wishy washy, you're not "waiting for the right person to come along" (unless you are, in which case I hope you find them). You're just a thin strip of color on a massive rainbow that holds more unique shades than anyone can perceive at a glance.
You're valid. You're one of us too.
And don't be mean to the non-horny aces. Tag your smut so they can avoid it. (But actually so I can find it lol)
#ltleramblings#queer stuff#seriously the fandom fights are so exhausting#thank goodness for the block button#asexuality
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YANDERE HUSBAND x GN CELEBRITY!READER
â based off of a dream i had of a childhood friend/crush. hiatus not over tho lol.
â morally bankrupt reader. clingy husband. the usual yandere stuff.
YANDERE! HUSBAND who was your childhood best friend. Your parents shipped you two since you could speak.
YANDERE! HUSBAND who had a crush on you since forever. He doesnât even remember a time where he didnât get butterflies and an aching need to be the only one close to you
YANDERE! HUSBAND whoâs the biggest flirt. He knows you the best. Although you were completely oblivious. Heâd always try to be around you, compliment you, tease you.
Heâd give you matching keychains, and would beg his parents to buy whatever gift heâd think youâd like.
YANDERE! HUSBAND who sadly had to move away for a while. He comes back during high school. And the first thing he asks while heâs there? To be put in the same class as you.
Now that you two are older, you finally started to notice how much of a tease he was. Always grappling unto a piece of your attention.
You acquiesce and begin to date him. Not necessarily feeling anything for the guy but thought it was high time that you finally settle down. It was the perfect storyline you could share once your ambitions were fulfilled.
That and cause your parents would only let you go to acting school if he married you.
Which you two eventually did before college. Was it rushed? Definitely. Did you even love the guy? Nuh uh. But you had places you had your sights set on. And he was the only path.
YANDERE! HUSBAND who drops out to be your full time househubby. His parents could always give him a job at their corporation anyways. There was no real pressure for him to study and get a job.
YANDERE! HUSBAND who almost always supports your acting career. Watching all your shows, movies, and interviews. Basically buying out all the merch you featured in. And paying advertisers across the globe to have your face plastered everywhere.
YANDERE! HUSBAND who unfortunately stops you from having any romantic or sexual scenes. Essentially blocking you from any roles that could be your breakthrough just cause it could have a tiny kiss or so.
Your anger at his blatant attempt to have control over you began simmering. Ever so slowly reaching the surface. Not improving at all when you found out heâd been trying out a job that his mother gave him.
Fuck the gifts. Fuck the yachts and cars heâd swarm you with. Why did he get to do what he wanted and you didnât?
So you follow him to work once, only to catch him in a compromising position with a coworker.
You didnât care about him or his business beneath the sheets really. So you had to thank the gods above that you knew exactly what and how to do the following act.
Cry. Scream. Throw things at them.
The coworker already left. Shuffling as they tried to hide from your anger.
Your husband is unresponsive. Catatonic. Even more of an excuse to hurt him.
You call him filthy, uncaring, the worst man to ever exist. Hell, even some of your true feelings come out as you yelled about how you regretted ever being with him.
You find out later from his mom that he had been framed. That this coworker was just trying to get money out of the heir.
Still, you wanted out. He had already served his purpose and you needed to expand your horizons.
A week later of radio silence from him as you prepared the divorce papers he walks in.
Covered in red his hands caressed your face,
âYou called me filthy did you not? So I cleansed myself with their blood.â
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagine#yandere fic#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere core#yandere husband#male yandere#male yandere x reader#yandere male x reader#yandere headcannons#yandere hcs#yanderes#yandere x darling#darlingcore#yanderecore
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welcome back to alex's unhinged meta corner, today's topic: the chest touch at the pub. that scene has me in a chokehold for some reason and i still cannot stop thinking about it.
the first thing i wanna talk about is crowley's reaction, since this is the shorter part. he did not expect aziraphale to reach out to him like this and freezes for a second while aziraphale happily chatters away.
they were both walking and the hand on his chest stops him, so he comes to a stop right next to him while he was slightly behind him before that. his gaze also snaps to aziraphale's face, who is very much not looking at him.
they were having a conversation, but the touch essentially shuts crowley up and zira leaves him to get their drinks.
now, my question is why aziraphale does it. sure, it could just be an absent gesture since they're in a crowded place, just that he has never really done so before. i think it was very much planned, like asking crowley to dance and grabbing his hand later on.
a second before he actually reaches out, he also looks back to check whether crowley is where he thinks he is. that is the only time he does that, he was busy looking for a free table and miracles them one when he cannot find one - the look back is deliberate. especially since crowley is practically glued to his side, he has no need for confirmation, he can feel him brushing against him while walking.
the hand motion he does gets me, too. he is busy fidgeting with his hands like normal and has them clasped in front of him. aziraphale lifts them once he gets to "that is precisely the point", yet also already moves it slightly towards crowley, realizes he miscalculated where exactly he/his chest is, looks to check, then looks away again before actually touching him. am i reading too much into it? maybe.
i think it is his version of a little temptation. not only does it make crowley's brain short-circuit for a second, he also gets them their drinks and is now (or so aziraphale hopes) a bit calmer and will take the news aziraphale is about to give him better. the conversation at the cafe did not go entirely as planned, after all.
additionally, something i am not sure if other people have noticed or not is that aziraphale does not just touch crowley, it is a caress. he moves his hand down his chest.
the movement in order:
bar girl unfortunately moves in front of them, but you can clearly see the way his hand takes. to give you a direct comparison of the starting and end point:
a good point of reference is crowley's bolo tie but also the angle of aziraphale's arm while it is still visible.
the best part, in my opinion, is that aziraphale puts his hand right on top of crowley's heart. i think the symbolic importance of that is pretty clear and does not require any more explanation, although it makes me want to throw myself into a river. but that's by the by.
to summarize, aziraphale caresses crowley's heart chest to get him to calm down and not go insane over the news he is about to give him. he is also simply a bastard and knows exactly what he is doing to crowley.
as always, this is me going nuts with analysis, but i'm also curious to hear other people's thoughts on this.
don't tell my therapist about my unhinged meta posts or she will probably be very concerned for my mental wellbeing
#alex talks good omens#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#good omens season 2#go2#aziracrow#crowley x aziraphale#good omens meta#any grammar or spelling errors are my own#my brain is not being coherent lately
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"TO PRACTICE FREEDOM"
synopsis â You're the biggest scaredy cat living amongst the people of Scions of Canopy. You try to get over your fear of heights... by trying out bungee jumping under the watchful eye of your partner. Let's just say... it doesn't go according to plan. pairing â kinich x gn!reader warnings â near death experience (falling from heights), minor character death, spoiler warnings for kinich's story and voicelines, ajaw is a lore accurate menace notes â I've had an idea for this as soon as we learned that Kinich has interest in extreme sports... reading his story felt weird (the longer I am in genshin fandom, the more stuff I predict right...)
The People of Huitztlan believe in the concept of absolute freedom. Thatâs why so many youngsters throw themselves into dangerous sports with a lack of safeguard measures. Perhaps having nothing securing a person allows them to experience said freedom.Â
To practice death is to practice freedom, after all.Â
âWeâre here,â Kinich says, looking in your direction. He has held your hand ever since you started your trek up the higher regions of the Coatepec Mountain. âDo you want to take a break?âÂ
âY-Yeah⊠I need to⊠sit.â You slowly get down with the help of Kinich. Only after he signalises being opposite of you, do your eyes open.
Kinich has taken a sit too, still holding onto your hand. Heâs slowly rubbing circles trying to ground you as best as possible.Â
Well⊠here you are â the biggest scaredy cat, who decided to try and work on your fear of heights by trying out bungee jumping. Itâs quite ironic really. Not only are you a resident of Scions of the Canopy, which literally is suspended off the cliffs, but also in a relationship with a guy, whose second name could be âextreme sportsâ.Â
To say your mind felt pressure to get over it would be quite an understatement.Â
âWe can still get down. Just say the word.â Kinich says, keeping his eyesight directly on you. Even if you had asked him to help you with your fears, heâd never force you to do so. Sure, itâd be pretty cool to share interests with a partner, but it should never come at the cost of their mental health.Â
You shake your head. You have to try. Maybe it wonât be as bad as you think? Kinich will do everything in his power to keep you safe.Â
âI can do this.â You answer, taking a deep breath.Â
âWell then, chop chop SLOWPOKE!â Ajaw zooms right near your face, spooking you to bits. âStop wasting MY precious time!âÂ
âJust how loud can you beâŠâ Kinich sighs, getting up to shoo Ajaw away. âTone it down a notch, will you?âÂ
The tiny saurian starts arguing with your partner, although you can easily tell itâs one-sided. No matter how much he would try, the most he could bring out of Kinich were insulting comebacks. Ajaw could try and rage the male in multiple ways⊠and yet, unfortunately for the dragon, your partner was too resilient to die from anger.Â
In the meantime of their dissing match, you slowly get up on your legs. Ajaw is right⊠You donât want to waste Kinichâs time because youâre scared and worried. He takes notice of your sudden movement, once again getting close to you.Â
âDo you want to try now?â He asks, holding his hand out. These are obvious signs, that he will lead you step by step.Â
âYeah⊠I think Iâm ready.âÂ
âAlright. Hold still. Iâm going to put the climbing belt on you now.âÂ
As he says, he does. Kinich does it slowly, explaining his movement every step of the way. Youâre aware, heâs doing it to ease your mind⊠and itâs working well. In the blink of an eye, the sound of a snap-hook getting attached brings you back from a short daydreaming session.
âAll done.â He takes another look at you, checking if the equipment is snug against your body while making sure it isnât digging into your skin. âCan you move for me?âÂ
âYeah, sure!â You do a slow spin, followed by kneeling on one foot. âAlthough I can feel the harness⊠itâs not uncomfortable.âÂ
âThat's good.â
Once again, itâs another series of your partner explaining the next steps. All you need to do is find a point to connect your line to. He already connected the rope to your belt. The other end is currently sitting tightly in his hand.Â
âYouâre not going to hold me when I jump?â You ask, growing worried.Â
âI know youâd feel more comfortable with me doing that,â Kinich starts answering, his eyes wandering for an anchor. âI donât want to also fall down the second you jump.âÂ
He even explains the physics behind it, ending his speech by saying itâs best you move further to look for a good place to jump from.Â
Youâre walking next to Kinich, admiring the scenery. With the rope in his hands, youâre feeling much more comfortable. Although heâs trying to talk here and there⊠his eyes are still locked on finding a stable anchor.Â
Unfortunately for the both of you, an anchor is nowhere near. Curse you lunatics with no regard for their safety.Â
âSo many jumping platforms, and yet not a singular anchor?â He questions, closing his eyes.Â
All of a sudden your eyes land on a ruffed pheasant that just landed on one of the platforms. Youâve never seen one so close! Without thinking about your safety, you start inching closer towards the bird.
Your steps are slow and cautious. The bird, a magnificent creature with iridescent plumage, seems utterly unaware of your presence. Its feathers shimmer in the sunlight, creating a mesmerising display of greens and oranges. An odd sense of calm wash over you, momentarily forgetting the anxiety thatâs been gnawing at your insides.
"Careful," Kinich warns, his voice seeming distant as if muffled by the pounding of your heart.
The platform beneath your feet is uneven, its surface worn smooth by the countless jumps of those, who came before you. With no warning, Ajaw jumps from behind your shoulder, screaming right next to your ear. The bird, startled, flies away. You try to also get away when your foot catches on one of the loose boards. The world tilts violently, and suddenly, you're weightless.
A scream tears from your throat as you plummet downwards, the wind rushing past your ears, drowning out all other sounds. The landscape blurs into a mix of greens and browns, the ground below rushing up to meet you at an alarming speed. For a split second, your mind goes blank â pure terror seizing every thought, every instinct. Youâre going to fall to your death.Â
Back on the hill, Kinichâs body goes numb for a second. Heâs seen this happen once before. He cannot allow it to happen again. Youâre not his drunkard gambling mess of a father, and heâs not his seven-year-old self. Kinich will save you, even if itâs the last thing he ever does.Â
The blood is pounding in his ears when he shifts all his weight to his legs. Only when he cannot feel any force trying to get him off the cliff, does he start pulling up. With a sharp tug, he jerks you backwards, the rope connected to the harness snapping taut. The force of the pull knocks the air out of your lungs, but it stops your descent abruptly. You swing wildly in the air, the ground still far below, the rope swaying and creaking with the strain of holding your weight.
Above, you can hear Kinich shouting your name, his voice frantic, barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat. You cling to the rope, your hands shaking uncontrollably as the realisation of what just happened crashes over you. You almost fell to your death.
"Hold on!" Kinich yells, his voice breaking through the fog of panic in your mind. "Iâve got you, just hold on for me!"
Tears sting your eyes as you try to steady your breathing, every muscle in your body tensed and trembling. The rope holds firm, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, Kinich begins to pull you back up. Each inch feels like an eternity, but his strength and determination never waver.
As soon as your body reaches the ledge, Kinich grabs onto you, pulling you up with a force that nearly knocks you both off balance. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you collapse against him, shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers, his voice unusually tight with emotion. "I should have been more careful. I should haveâ"
You shake your head, unable to speak, still trying to process the fact that you're alive, that you're safe. Kinich's arms tighten around you, his hand cradling the back of your head as if to shield you from any further harm.
"You're okay," he murmurs, repeating it like a mantra. "You're okay, and I'm here. I'm right here."
For a long moment, you stay there, clinging to him as the fear slowly ebbs away, replaced by a deep, overwhelming sense of relief. The world around you, once a blur of panic and chaos, begins to settle back into focus. The mountains, the sky, the distant sound of birdsâall of it feels surreal as if youâve been given a second chance to experience it. In your state, you donât notice the glare Kinich is giving to his companion.Â
If looks could kill, Ajaw would be dead.Â
After a while of sitting idly, Kinich pulls back slightly, enough to look into your eyes. His face is pale, his expression filled with concern, but there's also a deep, unspoken resolve in his gaze. Itâs quite different considering the death stare he was giving the saurian just a second ago.Â
"Weâre done here," he says gently but firmly. "No more extreme sports for today. We are getting you home.â
You nod, still too shaken to argue. As he helps you back onto solid ground, you realise how much youâve relied on him, not just for safety, but for the courage to face your fears. And even though the experience was terrifying, thereâs a small part of you thatâs glad you tried, that you didnât let fear win entirely. You can clearly say, you did indeed practice freedom today.Â
In a moment youâre seated on his back, Kinich deciding youâve had enough walking for today. Heâs in absolute control now â and heâs picking the safest route possible.Â
âOh and Ajaw,â Kinichâs voice is laced with coldness. âDonât think youâre getting away with the stunt you pulled today.âÂ
"WHAT?!"
date of posting â september 5th 2024
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Yandere slashers and sinclair brothers with a reader that is pregnant and therfore much more clingy and cuddly and emotionally attached?
Yandere! Slashers with Reader That is Pregnant and Super Clingy
Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)
Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Lester
Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, pregnancy of course
A/N: I hope you enjoy! Also, starting today, I will be including the Sinclair brothers in ALL future Slasher requests by default!
Freddy Krueger
Ah, he knew you'd come around
Even just hearing your voice has him sprinting to you, wanting nothing more than to tend to you
Seeing you reach out and ask for his affection leaves him with the biggest grin you've ever seen
Won't give you any time alone either
Wherever he is, you are
Will rub his hand over your growing stomach whenever he holds you
Just know now that you've given him a taste of what it's like to be wanted, he's not going to let you change that even once you have the baby
Michael Myers
He will complain about this newfound clinginess of yours
He enjoyed when you were more standoffish, and he had to force you to give him the attention he desired
Things feel just a little too easy now
He just hopes things will go back to how they were before once you have the child
Although, there still won't be much time alone with a baby crying all the time
But he misses the old you
It's why he took you in the first place
Jason Voorhees
God, why couldn't it be like this all of the time?
He actually feels needed and desired in a way that he didn't before
Hearing you call for him and feeling you squished against his side makes him even happier about you being pregnant (if that's even possible)
Will silently thank your full belly every night while you're sleeping, grateful that you need him so much
He really hopes this affection for him grows along with your stomach
He needs you, and now you need him
It's exactly what he wanted
Thomas Hewitt
He is almost unable to keep up with your demands, but God does he love it
You can call him names, scream at him, do whatever you want if it means he gets to hold you like this all of the time
Will rub your feet, spoon you, and massage your back if your heart desires
Will constantly check in on you
Hell, he has barely left the house for the last couple weeks
Not only because he wants to take care of you
He just enjoys how much attention you're giving him
And he wants to soak it all up while he has the chance
Bubba Sawyer
You've never seen him so happy and giggly before
Every single smile or touch you give him sends him into a fit of bubbly energy
But if you give him a little, he takes it to a lot
A simple hug will have him rolling you over and squeezing you like your life depended on it
A kiss on the cheek has him pressing his lips on every square inch of your skin
Thankfully, you don't mind right now
Any other person would find it to be overbearing, but you can't help but relish in it
He hopes this will never change and will only increase once the baby is born
Brahms Heelshire
He loves the constant affection
There's no limit to this man on how much you can give him
But he can't help the slight feeling of dread that pools in his stomach
He knows the pregnancy is aiding in this change
And he fears that once the baby is born, all attention towards him will be put towards the child or will disappear altogether
He can send himself into fits of rage just by thinking too much about this situation
Be gentle with him, and it will all be fine
But now that you've given him a taste of what he so desperately desires, there's no way you can go back
He will never let you
Norman Bates
Any single look or word you say to Norman has him flushing the darkest shade of red you've ever seen
His stuttering increases, he finds himself clumsier than usual, and he can barely sleep at night
He acts like a little boy with a crush
And the fact that you're carrying his child only increases that giddy feeling inside of him
He's still hesitant to initiate anything with you, but he will never say no to you if you ask him for anything
He feels so happy, like his dreams are coming true
He can't wait for you all to be a little family
And if this is what it's like whenever you're pregnant...
He's going to want a big family
Billy Loomis
Billy likes a challenge, but now you're just giving in so easily
He can't say he doesn't mind it though
He may act all cool and tough about you being so clingy with him, but there's a part of him that loves having you depend on him
He's your lover and provider
He likes it this way
But the moment you seem just the slightest bit off, he is going in on you, starting arguments and making accusations that aren't even true
So be careful where you tread
You've ignited something in him, and he likes it
Stu Macher
This works out for Stu because knowing you're carrying his child also brings out his clingy and affectionate side
It's like being one and the same, always seeming to call out for each other at the same time
He's a big foodie, so you bet he'll always bring you your favorite snacks
He might even become more comfortable and let you out in public with him occasionally
He thrives off of your attention
Will talk to your belly and say how lucky they've made him
Becomes the tiniest bit delusional and believes that you won't ever leave him now
Not that you really wanted to, but if you did, he would never let you
Vincent Sinclair
Your sudden increase in attention has Vincent all bashful
Will immediately become more shy but loves every second of it
Will beg on his knees if you ask him to
He's willing to go to literally any length to make you (and the baby) happy
Will lay and spend time with you for however long you ask
He's also big into getting you food and drinks that you're craving
As long as you hug him and tell him just how much you love him, he'll do anything for you
Bo Sinclair
He has mixed feelings about the sudden change in your neediness
It does boost his ego quite a bit and makes him feel like you really need him
You're just so helpless so of course he needs to help you
But at the same time, he's a bit annoyed
He has plenty of things to do
Spending 24/7 with you and giving you affection all the time isn't his thing
It all depends on what mood you catch him in
If he's feeling good, you being clingy doesn't bother him
But if he's already irritated, you being all over will only make it worse
Just tread carefully around him
Lester Sinclair
He can feel himself melt every time you ask for a simple hug or kiss
Feeling you crawl into bed with him in the middle of the night plasters the biggest smile on his face
He lives for your attention and touch
You could slap him and he'd be happy
Anytime you cuddle up to him, he's immediately reaching for your growing belly, wanting to give his child some attention too
Will compliment you repeatedly over your new found attachment
Prays every night that this is a permanent change
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Kinktober Day 3: Car Oral
[kinktober masterlist.]
đ warning: smut below! mdni.
pairing: Seo Changbin x reader
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The vast stretch of road ahead glistens with the remnants of the evening rainfall, as Changbin keeps one hand slung lazily over the steering wheel, the other hand toying with a loose thread on the rips of your jeans.
âI didnât think weâd be getting home so late,â he remarks, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. âItâs almost dark out.â
âI know,â you reply, slouching back in your seat. âBut I can never say no to your parents. Your momâs dessert really is the best.â
Changbin chuckles lightly, reaching forward to adjust the air conditioning, and then you pry his fingers off yours to pull away momentarily.
âItâs stuffy in here,â you say, unbuckling your seatbelt to peel off your sweater. You tug it off over your head, swinging it over your headrest into the backseat, and Changbin almost gasps when he observes the top you flaunt underneath it.
âWhat is that?â He asks, a smirk painted upon his chiseled features.
âWhatâs what?â
âThat,â he emphasizes again, gesturing to your upper body. âSince when have you owned that shirt?â
âThis one?â You question back, glancing down at your own outfit.
You play the game well, by the way you pick at the embroidered hem, as though itâs some neglected wardrobe piece youâve kept around for years. In reality, you only purchased it a month ago, specifically for the purposes of riling Changbin up the way you know he gets- youâd just forgotten you were wearing it tonight, concealed by a large knit sweater.
âIâve owned this for a while,â you reply with a small smirk.
âA while?â He challenges. âI wouldâve known if you owned that for a while.â
âMaybe you just werenât paying attention.â
Changbin scoffs loudly, shaking his head, visibly displeased with your answer. He catches a glance of you from the corner of your eye, as you double check your appearance in the visor mirror. And then he scoffs again, as he observes the way you gather your hair into a ponytail.
âDonât do that to me,â Changbin groans, shifting in his seat, as his grip tightens on the steering wheel.
âDo what?â
âCome on. You know what youâre doing. Knock it off.â
He maintains a downturned smile as he catches a glimpse of your slender fingers pulling your ponytail through a black hair tie once, and then twice, your voluptuous breasts bouncing with every slight movement.
âIâm just tying up my hair,â you explain to him, flipping up the sun visor and settling back in your seat once more. âIf youâre drawing any other conclusion from that, Iâd say itâs fair to assume youâre just horny.â
Thereâs a brief moment of silence as Changbin shifts around in his seat, and although youâre only partially joking, you take the opportunity to glance at his crotch from your spot in the passenger seat.
He seems to clear his throat when you do, knowing very well thereâs no way he can hide it now, but the sight is visual confirmation that heâs indeed hard under the black slacks he wears, a growing bulge formed beneath the hem of his zipper.
âOh my god,â you remark. âYouâre totally horny.â
âYou started it!â He counters, squirming uncomfortably in his leather seat. âI canât believe I have to drive another 40 minutes like this.â
You say nothing, eyes glued to the glistening pavement ahead as Changbin maneuvers the steering wheel with the palm of his calloused hand. And then he furrows his brows when he hears you undo the buckle of your seatbelt, shifting in your seat now, to face him.
âWhat are you doing?â Changbin asks in a confused tone. âPut your seatbelt back on, youâre gonna-â
âJust relax,â you say to him, lowering yourself just enough to shield your view from potential spectators on the road. Though the streets remain entirely empty at this hour, you glance around momentarily, before leaning in to palm at his erection through his jeans.
âWhat are you- Jesus,â Changbin gasps, his breath hitching in the back of his throat, as he feels you begin to undo his zipper.
âIâm finishing what I seem to have started,â you say calmly, unfastening the button of his jeans and exposing his erection to you. He grows even harder at the gentle breeze of the air conditioning caressing his still-clothed cock, and his boxers strain against his hard-on as he attempts his very best to keep his eyes on the road ahead.
âLet me pull over,â Changbin remarks, glancing over his shoulder to ensure heâs not slowing the traffic.
âIâll just take care of it really quick,â you say back, giving his cock a little squeeze at the base, as you tug his waistband lower and expose him fully. âBut you have to cum fast.â
Changbin groans at the lewd command from you, who smiles in amusement at the sight of what you seem to have started. You lower your head so that itâs comfortably rested between his muscular thighs, and then you engulf his tip in your mouth, taking him entirely between your parted lips, until youâre gagging at the base of his length.
âFuck,â Changbin exhales, squirming again in his seat. His hands grasp the steering wheel a little tighter, whiny gasps leaving his lips as you pull back and then salivate down his length again, first bobbing down, and then back up again in swift motions.
âSlow down,â Changbin breathes, spreading his legs a little further, as though itâll somehow grant you more access to his throbbing cock.
âI canât,â you try to reply, drooling around his girth as you bob your head in a rhythmic motion. Youâre well aware of how compromising the whole situation is- itâs certainly not in your best interest to be distracting your driver for the evening. But when Changbin speeds over a particularly bumpy section of pavement, the light thump of the vehicle causing you to gasp around him, he knows he canât take it anymore- at least not like this.
He makes haste to glance in his mirrors, confirming there are no cars on the road, before jerking the steering wheel to the right and pulling into an empty lot. He doesnât bother to use a signal, nor to park between the faded white lines painted along the wet cement. He simply pulls into the first spot heâs able to, diagonally, before putting the car into park, the low hum of the engine cutting off abruptly and instilling a silence between the two of you at last.
Changbin says nothing, simply throwing his head back as he unfastens his seatbelt now, his cock seemingly growing even harder in your mouth. Thereâs nothing but the sound of your saliva gushing around his veiny girth as you work him so skillfully, swirling amidst the guttural groans he emits from his spot in the driverâs seat. When the light above the passengerâs seat shuts off automatically, and he can no longer make out the sight of your lips wrapped around him, his hand comes down to caress your hair, looping your ponytail once in his grip in an encouraging motion.
Changbin guides you further down his cock, his tip practically hitting the back of your throat, as he ruts his hips up an an attempt to fuck your face. And inside his dark car, windows fogging up as cold breath escapes with every heavy pant, you look a mess as you take him whole, mascara pooling beneath your eyelids as you gag in pleasure. He feels every inch of your mouth caress his flesh, your tongue swirling around his base the way you know drives him mad. And when your hand reaches down to caress his inner thigh, he grips your hair a little tighter, on the cusp of his release now.
âFuck,â is all that Changbin can say- and you smile with him still in your mouth, knowing what the cuss words that escape his lips imply.
âDo it,â you pull back momentarily to command, pressing a trail of drooly kisses to his tip and then engulfing him once more. âCum.â
Changbin squirms at the way you speak to him, his mind going back to the showy top youâve been wearing all night under your knit sweater, completely unbeknownst to him. He ponders the way you tease him, practically beckoning for him when you fix your hair in his car mirrors, and the way you taunt him for getting reasonably turned on at the sight of it. Was this your plan all along, to have him pulled over in an empty parking lot like this, gagging all over his erect cock just 40 minutes out from your shared apartment?
Heâs not entirely sure. He is sure of the way you caress his inner thigh again, digging your manicured nails into his skin as you lick a long stripe up the base of his erection. And then between a trail of kisses that lead down, he canât hold on any longer, feeling his muscular thighs tense as he finally shoots thick white ropes of cum along your lips that dribble down your chin.
Changbin gasps in overstimulation when he observes you clean it off of him, swirling around him and allowing his milky release to coat every inch of your outstretched tongue. You lick it off your lips the same way youâd concluded the eveningâs dessert at his parentsâ place- ravenous, and with complete satisfaction.
âThere,â you say to Changbin when you pull yourself back up, wiping a trail of mascara from beneath your eyelids and his fluids off the corner of your lips.
He smirks, shooting you a downturned smile, as he buttons his jeans once more, and watches you fix your hair in his mirror for the second time this evening.
âWhat?â You say to him, tracing a stray droplet of your release from your chin back up to your lips.
Heâs quiet for a moment, before speaking again.
âYou never owned that top,â Changbin says, admiring your chest in the skimpy top for the umpteenth time this evening.
You smile back at him, leaning in for a chaste kiss, before pulling back once more.
âMaybe you werenât paying attention.â
And he maintains the same amused, yet satisfied expression on his face, as the low hum of the car engine starts up again.
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