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gerrystamour · 1 year ago

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here i have found some peace of mind [chapter seven]

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The long-awaited date….the final chapter, yet a new beginning… Okay i'mma be SO FR right now, the amount of support i've received for this fic is UNBELIEVABLE and so overwhelming. I absolutely adore every single one of you who have made it this far. Thank you thank you thank you!!! CW: There is more smut in this chapter.

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here to stay until the day i die

By the time Steve got home, it was well past midnight. He hoped that Robin had gone to bed, but deep down he knew that hope was probably a waste of time. Looking up at their apartment from the street, he couldn’t see any lights on but Steve knew that didn’t mean anything.

Stepping into the pitch-black apartment and closing the door, Steve sighed heavily and said, “Robs, I know you’re not actually in bed and you’re just trying to startle me, so can we just skip that part?”

The lamp next to their old, frumpy armchair clicked on and Steve squinted at Robin’s stern face, though he could see the smile she was doing her best to smother. Crossing her arms, she asked, “Do you have any idea what time it is, young man? How worried I’ve been?”

“How long have you been sitting there?” he asked flatly, toeing off his shoes carefully. The wetness in Steve’s boxers stopped being sexy about halfway through the drive home and most movements reminded him just how sloppy Steve had left himself.

“Like two minutes. I was in bed and heard your car, hurried out here. Took out my shin on the coffee table ‘cos I didn’t wanna turn the lights on,” Robin admitted instantly, then looked him up and down. “That’s not your shirt.”

Steve looked down at Eddie’s shirt—it was a band t-shirt, he could tell that much, but there was no way he was going to be able to read the mess of lines that were allegedly letters that spelled something—and snorted. “Good observation skills, Robs,” he teased before shuffling awkwardly toward the hall.

“No, no, no, we’re actually talking about this Steve,” Robin hissed, jumping up to hurry after him. He snorted when he heard her hit the coffee table with a shin again. “Ow, oh my god, shit, shit, ow.”

Steve nearly made it to the bathroom before Robin recovered and managed to cut him off. “Robs—” Steve started, but Robin reached up as if to cover his mouth, which he quickly dodged with a blush.

“Nuh-uh, shush, you are not sneaking out of this conversation, you hear me?” Robin insisted, putting her hands on her hips. “We are talking about this, because best friends don’t let their platonic soulmates fuck rockstars without checking in with them at least.”

Raising an eyebrow at Robin, Steve said, “Fine, we’ll talk about it after I shower. I’m not having this conversation with the situation currently happening in my boxers right now.”

Robin’s eyebrows shot up on her forehead before she wrinkled her nose. “You didn’t even clean up?” she asked in a scandalized whisper.

“It was a heat of the moment thing,” Steve admitted with a hot blush. “It was really hot when I decided to do it.”

“Doesn’t feel too hot now, though,” Robin said with a snort and Steve rolled his eyes.

“No, it doesn’t, Robs. Can I go shower now?” He groaned, and she let him past but then moved as if to follow him into the bathroom.

It wasn’t uncommon for Robin to hang out while he showered, but again, Steve kind of wanted this time to himself. He wasn’t super keen on washing cum out of his pubes and probably even his chest hair while Robin was on the other side of the nearly transparent shower curtain.

“Can I just shower alone? Please?” Steve asked and Robin froze, searching his face for something.

“You okay?” she asked, brow furrowing when she didn’t seem to find what she expected to see.

“I’m fine, great even, I’m just—” Steve started, cutting himself off to scrub at his face briefly. “I would just like to wash up alone.”

Robin held up her hands in surrender, walking backward down the hall. “Alright, Dingus, you can shower alone,” she said magnanimously before detouring into Steve’s bedroom, pointing at him almost accusingly. “I’ll be waiting in here, though!”

“Alright, Robs, I’ll be there in like ten minutes,” Steve laughed and locked himself in the bathroom. Pulling out his phone, he saw he already had a few messages from Eddie and grinned.

Eds [sent at 00:35]: 💕💕💕lmk when u get home angel 💕💕💕 Eds [sent at 00:58]: u home yet??? 😘 miss u already �� Eds [sent at 01:10]: idk how i'm supposed to sleep wo u here 😔💔

Steve’s heart clenched at the last message, feeling breathless and dizzy. Letting out a slow breath, Steve typed out his response.

Steve [sent at 01:17]: home now. about to get grilled by robin. pray for me.

Putting down his phone, Steve stripped and quickly hopped into the shower, scrubbing his whole body down, flinching a bit as he found bruises and hickeys in odd places. There was already an ache settling into Steve’s inner thighs, one that he knew he would be feeling for a couple days.

When Steve got out of the shower, he checked his phone again for messages.

Eds [sent at 01:18]: 🙏🏻💖💖💖💖 Eds [sent at 01:23]: howre u feeling???? 👉🏻👈🏻 like abt tonite? u okay? 🥺 Eds [sent at 01:27]: is it too much to be saying i miss u bc i can dial it back

Steve frowned at the second and third message, bewildered by the turn in Eddie’s affectionate texts.

Steve [sent at 01:37]: i feel great babe, had the best time i promise and i definitely miss u too already. are u okay? Eds [sent at 01:38]: okay good 😅 Eds [sent at 01:38]: was just overthinking 🤡 Eds [sent at 01:38]: dont worry about it 🤗🥰 cant wait to see u tomorrow im gonna treat u so good rly put my rockstar money to good use 😤

Finally, Eddie’s texts returned to normal and Steve was smiling again.

Steve [sent at 01:39]: can’t wait eds. now i rly gotta go get grilled by robin

Wrapping his towel around his waist and scooping his clothes off the ground, Steve shuffled into his room to find Robin sprawled on his bed and reading one of his magazines.

“Took you long enough,” she complained, looking up when Steve threw his clothes into his hamper and grabbed boxers out of his dresser, putting them on before hanging his towel on a hook on his bedroom door.

“I was like twenty minutes,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.

“Which is ten more than you said you would be,” Robin said with a sniff, sitting up and crossing her legs. “So. He said the b-word.”

Steve couldn’t believe how hot his face got just at the mention of Eddie calling him his boyfriend, or how quickly it did. Turning to his dresser quickly, Steve busied himself with digging the pajamas he wanted to wear out.

“Yeah,” Steve finally said with a one-shouldered shrug.

“So…?” Robin said, dragging the single syllable out questioningly. “You’re boyfriends?”

Steve put on a soft t-shirt and gray pair of sweatpants and turned around, shrugging again. “I don’t know. We’re going to talk about it tomorrow, on our date, I mean,” he replied, flopping face-first onto his bed next to Robin.

“Steve…” she started, and Steve groaned.

“Please don’t—”

He felt one of her fingers poke his head. “It’s my duty as your best friend to worry about you,” she said firmly. “So, he called you his boyfriend, then you didn’t talk about it, but then you fucked him?”

“Actually, Robin, he fucked me,” Steve said, propping himself on his elbows to give Robin one of his signature bitchy looks. She did not seem moved.

“Dingus, you know that’s worse for you,” Robin said, and Steve made a face.

“You make me sound like a virgin or something,” Steve complained, and Robin rolled her eyes.

“No, you’re romantic and a sap and have a sappy thing about having your business penetrated—”

“Don’t say that word,” Steve complained, grimacing.

“Don’t deflect!” Robin said, sighing explosively. “I really want this to work out for you, and for what it’s worth I think it will, just I’m also really anxious about it because I know you and I know you won’t take it well if he’s not serious.”

Steve’s expression softened and he reached over to take Robin’s hand gently in his. “I know, Robs, you’re right. I just—I’m pretty sure he’s serious, like, look at these,” Steve said as he sat up, pulling out his phone to show her the texts. Robin’s anxious expression relaxed as she read them and then she turned her annoyed glare on Steve.

“You really hit the guy with three full-stop sentences after he said he missed you, Dingus?” Robin asked flatly. “And you didn’t even react to him saying he missed you? Or that he can’t sleep without you?”

“What? I didn’t—” Steve went to defend himself, but looking at his phone and rereading the messages, he saw exactly what she was saying.

“Miss you already, I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep without you.” “Home now. About to be grilled by Robin. Pray for me.”

“Oh, fuck, I did, didn’t I?” Steve groaned, covering his face with both hands and leaning his elbows on his knees.

“Somehow you brought it back around, though, so there’s that,” Robin said, the smirk obvious in her voice. Then she raised her eyebrows high, inclining her head toward Steve. “So, how was it?”

Steve sighed so dreamily that even Robin blushed. “Zero exaggeration, but it was literally the best sex I’ve ever had,” he said, flopping back onto his pillows.

“Mm, doubtful,” Robin said, sucking her teeth. “You’ve had sex with Nancy, and I know for a fact she’s—”

“Fine! Fine, the best sex I’ve had with another guy ever,” Steve conceded, and Robin nodded, pleased.

“So, tell me about everything,” Robin pushed, drumming her hands on Steve’s stomach. “Spare zero details.”

“You sure? I mean some of it involves gagging—” Steve started knowingly, laughing when Robin pulled a face.

“Yuck, okay, spare those details. The rest? Wanna know all of it,” she said.

Steve happily obliged even if Robin was dramatic about a few of the parts— “Your ass, Stephen?” “Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it—” “Uh, no thanks, I have a perfectly good pussy—” “So do I?” “That’s why I’m freaking out, what was the point—?”—and by the time he reached the end of his story, it was coming up on four in the morning.

“Okay, time for you to get out. I’m fucking exhausted,” Steve said after a bit and to his surprise, Robin got up practically immediately.

“I’m happy for you, Dingus,” she said, stooping to kiss the top of Steve’s head. “Good night.”

Steve snagged Robin’s wrist before she could stand back up and tugged her close enough for him to kiss her cheek. “Night, Robbie,” he said affectionately, meeting Robin’s eyes and seeing her fond expression.

When she finally left his room, Steve laid down and turned off his lamp, then looked at his phone again. Mulling over his texts with Eddie, thinking about how he wanted to express even a fraction of his feelings for Eddie to make up for his dumb response earlier.

Steve [sent at 03:38]: i miss you so much already, wish we could’ve spent the night together. p sure that would just make it worse, for me at least Steve [sent at 03:41]: tonight was amazing. literally one of the best nights of my life. can't wait to see you again. want to hold your hand again. Steve [sent at 03:42]: i'm going to bed now. good night eds

With that, Steve smiled and locked his phone, slipping under his blankets and cuddling up in all of his pillows, pretending he was holding Eddie as he drifted off to sleep.

❖

Steve wakes up to his cell phone vibrating under his arm and he groggily squints at the screen. He couldn’t make the blurry letters come into focus so he just answered.

“Hello…?” Steve said hoarsely, and he winced a bit at the soreness in his throat.

“Hey, sweetie, are we still on for brunch? Just checking because I remember you saying you were going to a concert last night,” came the cheerful voice of Melissa Harrington. With a little chuckle, she asked, “Did I wake you up?”

“Shit, yeah, but what time is it?” Steve asked, scrubbing his face and sitting up. The entire lower half of his body felt achy and sore, especially in his inner thighs and his crotch. For a brief moment while his brain still came back online, he was confused, but then the memories hit him like a freight train. His neck also hurt, but he was pretty sure that was just from sleeping weird.

“It’s just after ten,” she replied, and Steve jumped out of bed and stripped out of his pajamas. He was so glad he showered the night before.

“I’m so sorry, Mom, yeah we’re still on,” he said quickly, putting his phone on speaker so he could get dressed as quickly as possible.

Melissa huffed out a laugh. “We can reschedule—”

“No, Mom. We’ve had this scheduled, we’re meeting for brunch,” Steve said firmly, hurrying into the bathroom to brush his teeth, ignoring Robin’s indignant squawk from the shower when he turned the sink on.

“What the fuck, Dingus?” she shouted, poking her head around the shower curtain.

“Hi, Robin,” Melissa greeted, the phone still on speaker.

Robin blushed. “Hi, Mrs. Harrington,” she greeted back sheepishly while Steve brushed his teeth and fixed his hair blindly since the mirror was too foggy to see his reflection.

“Call me Melissa, sweetheart, please,” his mom insisted, and Robin cringed.

“Sorry, Mrs. Harrington, but Melissa is what I call my mom,” she retorted, just as she always did.

Richard and Melissa Buckley were interesting people who insisted that they treat their children as equals, so they raised their gaggle of kids to refer to them by their names, not as “mom” or “dad.” It was kind of weird, but it also conjured some funny images of toddlers trying to say Melissa or Richard, which Steve would sometimes do to cheer himself up. Unfortunately, this meant that somehow Robin got it in her head that she couldn’t refer to Steve’s mom by her first name at all.

“I don’t expect you to understand the intricacies of my mind,” Robin had said haughtily when Steve questioned her.

“Good, because I have absolutely stopped trying,” Steve had responded and had a pillow thrown at him for his sass.

“I’ll see you later, Bobbie,” Steve said, purposely waiting for Robin to return to her shower before rinsing his toothbrush, giggling maniacally at her squawk as he fled the bathroom.

“Is she ever going to loosen up around me?” Melissa sighed as Steve took his phone off of speaker.

“She has, Mom. She just calls you Mrs. Harrington,” he reassured her. “Okay, I’m gonna hang up now. I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“I’ll get us a table,” Melissa said pleasantly and hung up before Steve could say goodbye.

The drive to their favourite brunch restaurant was a short distance from his apartment, and normally Steve walked to it when he wasn’t so sore from getting fucked the night before and running late. Today, though, he sent an apology to Mother Nature as he did the five-minute drive and parked down one of the side streets.

Walking to the restaurant was a chore with the ache at the junction of his thighs, but Steve was pretty sure he made his gait look normal enough, especially as he approached the table his mother was sitting at.

Melissa was beautiful, Steve always thought she was. Especially in the last few years as she let herself age rather than hiding the advancing clock under hair dye, layers of make-up, and expensive Botox appointments. She had recently cut her hair short, saying she was just looking for a change after having long hair her whole life, so now the silver shot through it was obviously in the majority.

Steve loved to see her so relaxed, so easygoing and happy, even after they lost his dad.

At the table, she was looking over the menu, even though she ordered the same thing every time they had brunch, her expression amusingly thoughtful.

As Steve slipped into the chair in front of Melissa, she looked up with a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. There was a moment where her eyebrows shot up slightly while she looked Steve up and down. “Hi, Steve,” she said, her smile turning into a bit of a smirk as she returned to looking at her menu. “I already ordered yours, by the way. I told her I was still deciding.”

Steve snorted. “What’re you thinking?” he asked, just like he did every time, gesturing at the menu.

“I’m torn between the eggs benny and the turkey club,” Melissa lamented, pursing her lips with a huff. “Maybe I’ll get the turkey club this time.”

Steve knew she wouldn’t, she never actually changed her order, even if she debated for a whole thirty minutes.

Sure enough, when the server returned to take her order, Melissa requested the classic eggs benny and handed the menu back. Once the server walked away, Melissa turned her attention to Steve with a teasing look.

“You have a good night?” she asked, and Steve could feel his ears heat up. He hadn’t mentioned a word about Eddie to her, not wanting her to either discourage him or get too excited about it. Even now, he wanted to keep it close to his chest until he talked to Eddie later.

“Yeah! The concert was great, the crowd was really intense. I went with Will—you know him, the nice kid from front desk?” Steve said, nodding when Melissa smiled with recognition.

“He’s your boss’ son, right?” she asked after a moment, and there was a strange expression on her face, almost like concern.

“Yeah,” Steve confirmed, puzzled by her reaction but laughing through it. “The band that gifted me the tickets is actually one of his favourites, so I couldn’t not bring him with me.”

Melissa’s frown deepened. “Do you think workplace relationships are wise, Steve? Especially with your boss’ son—”

Steve’s jaw dropped and he leaned over the table, shaking his head frantically. “Whoa, Mom, I’m not—I’m not dating Will,” Steve practically hissed, eyes wide as he blushed and Melissa covered her face with both hands, laughing out loud for so long that other patrons were starting to look over.

“Thank God. Okay, I’m sorry, sweetie. I just saw the hickeys and you said you went with Will,” she explained, wiping the tears that had formed at the corner of her eyes carefully, dabbing as if she was wearing makeup like she used to. A thirty-plus year habit. “Your face when you realized what I was saying…”

Melissa was starting to giggle again, but Steve was still reeling over what she had said. “Hickeys?” he asked, baffled.

“Sweetheart,” Melissa said, almost pitying as she tried to contain her laughter. “Half of your neck looks like a toothless vampire tried really hard to get the goods.”

“Mom,” Steve gasped, slapping a hand over the sore side of his neck. With a groan, he covered his face with his free hand and propped his elbow on the table. “Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry for laughing, Steve,” Melissa said, trying to sound sincere but he could hear her still trying to contain her laughter. “I would love to hear about… them. Whoever it was.”

Steve sighed and sat up. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag anyway,” he said, resigned and his mom frowned.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, Steve,” she reassured him, but there was hurt in her expression that she was doing her best to hide.

“I haven’t been hiding it from you—well, I mean, I have but not because of anything you did, Mom,” Steve quickly reassured her. “It’s just…I didn’t want you to get too excited or discourage me, and we have a proper date tonight. I was going to tell you about him after that, I promise.”

Melissa’s eyebrow had been slowly climbing her forehead as Steve talked until he finished, then she reached across the table to hold his hand. “Sweetheart, if you were clearly excited about this man, I would never discourage you,” she said warmly, looking at him imploringly and Steve knew she meant it.

However, Melissa Harrington, despite how much she had loosened up since Steve graduated high school, was still a pragmatic businesswoman, a “realist” as she called herself. She couldn’t help but do a risk analysis on almost everything anyone did if she was close enough to voice an opinion on it. Steve knew that she liked to present facts for people to consider with any big decisions that had big risks associated, and she genuinely thought she was being helpful.

It always came off as discouraging, though.

The server chose that moment to come back to their table with their food, and they were distracted with making small talk for a couple minutes.

When the server walked away, Steve took a deep breath. “His name is Eddie,” he said, chewing the inside of his cheek as he poured syrup over his French toast. He put the syrup down and looked at Melissa as she nodded encouragingly, lifting her orange juice to her lips to take a sip. With a grin, Steve added, “He’s the frontman of the band I saw last night.”

The noise Melissa made as she choked into her glass had multiple people turning to stare at them again. Steve had to work very hard to not laugh as Melissa put her glass down and mopped up her chin and cheeks, grumbling to herself.

“You did that on purpose,” she accused him lightly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she took a deep breath. “Alright, the frontman of a famous… metal band? Yes?”

“Yeah, Corroded Coffin,” Steve confirmed, and when Melissa pulled out her phone, he panicked for a second. “Don’t google him.”

Melissa raised an eyebrow at Steve. “I will do as I please, Stephen,” she said sternly, and went back to looking at her phone. Steve knew the moment she found the same images he did by the way her eyebrows jumped. After a few moments, Melissa looked up at Steve with just her eyes and said, “He’s certainly handsome.”

“Yeah, he is,” Steve agreed in a dreamy tone.

Putting her phone away again, Melissa returned to eating. “You like him a lot?” she asked.

“Yes,” Steve said instantly, but dread was bubbling up in his gut. She was doing her analysis; he could tell by the way she was keeping her expression carefully neutral.

She hummed. “And he likes you?”

“Yes.” Steve put his fork down and chewed on his lip, refusing to look at Melissa.

“Do you want this to be serious?” she asked, and Steve was nodding as he stared at his French toast.

“Yes,” he answered verbally after a few moments.

“And does he?” Melissa’s tone was different with that question, enough so that Steve finally looked at her again. Her expression was soft, fond in her concern.

Thinking back to Eddie’s texts, Steve smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah, I think so. We’re talking about it tonight,” he replied.

“Okay,” Melissa said with a broad smile. “Tell me about him.”

Steve blinked at her for several moments before he said, “That’s it?”

Melissa frowned. “Yes? Now I want to hear about him,” she replied.

“You—when I started dating Nancy, you literally lectured me—” Steve started, and Melissa held up a hand.

“Whoa, there, Stephen. I did not lecture you, I just presented you with the red flags I saw and I ended up being right,” Melissa said, pointing at Steve, her eyebrows high. “I liked Nancy, I did, she just wasn’t right for you.”

“I was in love with her,” Steve insisted, and Melissa snorted.

“And when you talked about her, you didn’t light up even half as bright as you just did two minutes ago,” she said with a shrug, returning to her meal. Steve just gaped at her, completely at a loss of what to say to that. “Now, you can revisit your grudge against me for not being one hundred percent on board with Nancy Wheeler, or you could tell me about Eddie. Your choice, Steve.”

After a couple moments of digesting her words, Steve grinned and picked up his fork again, digging into his French toast and, quite frankly, talking his mom’s ear off about Eddie Munson.

As Steve’s brunch with his mom was coming to an end, his phone began to ring. It was weird enough to get a phone call out of the blue that Melissa didn’t mind when Steve checked his phone.

“Oh, it’s Eddie,” Steve said with a smile, glancing at his mom a bit nervously.

“Go ahead and answer, sweetie,” she said, taking out her own phone while Steve was busy.

“Hey, Eds,” he said happily as he answered.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie replied, but his tone was off, like he was about to deliver bad news and Steve’s stomach dropped.

“What’s up?” Steve asked, and out of the corner of his eye he could see his mother put her phone down and start paying attention.

Eddie sighed heavily on the other end. “I want you to know how much I don’t want to cancel, Stevie, like I really, really, really don’t and I’ve been trying to do everything in my power not to cancel—”

“Whoa, Eds, slow down. What’s going on?” Steve asked again, even as his eyes stung at the thought of not getting to see Eddie before he left.

“I overexerted my leg,” Eddie said in a voice that was almost mocking, and Steve leaned back in his chair with a quiet groan. After a bit, Eddie added, “Like, this past week has been the busiest, most demanding week of the tour so far between concerts and filming and shit, so it was bound to happen—”

“Last night didn’t help, though, did it?” Steve said, guilt twisting in his gut.

“Steve, don’t. I chose to do what we did last night just as much as you, so you better not be blaming yourself over there,” Eddie said firmly, and Steve chuckled sadly.

“Okay, fine, I’ll try not to. So, you’re not allowed to go out anymore?” Steve pressed and Eddie heaved a sigh.

“No, it’s not like I’m like… grounded, just…” Eddie trailed off a bit, like he was trying to find the words. “Right now, I’m not like, in pain. Well, not more pain than usual, I guess, but my leg is tired. I’ve had to use my crutches all fucking day, and basically if I want to be able to perform on Monday, I need to rest my stupid leg—”

“Don’t call it stupid,” Steve interrupted, startling a laugh out of Eddie.

“Fine, it’s not stupid, but I still have to rest my leg, and the plans I had for our date are not restful at all,” Eddie said, quickly adding, “That wasn’t an innuendo, by the way, I mean the plans I had involved a lot of walking, though I definitely also meant—”

“Eds,” Steve interjected before Eddie could go on a full ramble. “What if you just come over to my place? We can order in some take-out, watch a movie, keep it simple and quiet.”

There was a long pause. “What?” Eddie asked, as if he hadn’t even considered just hanging out at Steve’s apartment.

“Eds… did you actually think to cancel our date before asking to come over to my place?” Steve asked, and he could only muster a tone of fondness rather than annoyance.

“Well, kinda. I wanted to treat you, and you seemed excited, so I didn’t want to disappoint you, and yeah, I didn’t want to suggest something as lame as Netflix and chill,” Eddie said in a rush, pulling an actual laugh from Steve.

“Eds, I don’t care about the plans, that’s not even close to why I was excited. I just want to see you, that’s it,” Steve said earnestly, and when that statement was met with a long pause, he softly said, “Eds?”

“You’re not just saying that because you feel bad for me, right?” Eddie asked a bit stiffly, and Steve released a sad sigh, hating whoever taught him to assume that possibility before believing that Steve was being genuine.

“I’m saying it because I mean it, Eds. It was never about where you were taking me or what we were doing,” Steve insisted, his shoulders relaxing when Eddie laughed.

“How are you real, Steve?” Eddie murmured into the phone before sighing, happily that time. “What time should I come over, handsome?”

Steve grinned, rubbing his bottom lip as he considered the question. “How about six?”

“Sounds perfect, love,” Eddie hummed, winding Steve with the term of endearment all over again. “See you then,” he added.

“Yeah, see you then, Eds,” Steve agreed, a bit dazed as his mind spiraled around the pet name.

After hanging up, Steve looked back at Melissa to find her smiling at him, the expression almost cautious, but sincere.

“What?” he asked, getting self-conscious the longer she searched his face.

“Nothing, sweetie, just happy for you,” Melissa said, reaching across the table to hold Steve’s hand gently. “Your father would be, too.”

Steve blinked quickly, pulling his hand away to wipe his nose before clearing his throat. “I need to head home and clean up, figure out what I’m making for us to eat,” Steve said quickly, taking a deep breath.

“Thought you were ordering take-out?” Melissa said with a little smirk as she waved the server down for the check.

“Obviously I’m going to show off, Mom,” Steve said with a snort while he texted Eddie his address.

“That’s my boy,” she said proudly. Once their brunch was paid for, Melissa stood up and smiled down at Steve. “Well, let’s go. We’ve got an apartment to tidy and a dinner to plan.”

Steve raised an eyebrow as he stood and followed her out. “We?”

“I’m not busy today, so I’ll help you,” Melissa said, and at Steve’s narrowed eyes she held up her hands. “I’ll leave before he gets there! I promise! I’m not trying to ambush him.”

With a laugh, Steve nodded. “Okay, fine, you can come over and help. I’ll see you in a bit,” he said, grinning as he headed to his car.

❖

There were many things that Eddie generally was not, and one of those things was punctual. Getting him anywhere on time with anything less than an entire team of stage techs plus Chrissy Cunningham and a screaming crowd was nothing short of a miracle. So, when he made plans with Steve for six, he immediately showered and got changed, which left him with nothing to do for two hours.

He couldn’t even pace his hotel room to keep himself distracted, and if he turned on the TV, he would absolutely get too distracted and leave late. Eddie made it about an hour laying on his bed staring at the ceiling before he decided he would just leave early, give himself more than enough time to get there.

Sitting up, Eddie reached for his cane and paused, frowning. He hated using his crutches, but if Chrissy caught him not using them after he almost collapsed earlier when his knee buckled, she would actually ground him.

Grumbling to himself, Eddie picked his crutches up and made his way down to the hotel driveway, fumbling a bit with getting his phone out to call for a car with his crutches.

“Would you like assistance, sir?”

Eddie looked down at the redhead standing at the valet desk. Max, as he had come to learn her name to be. Her question was polite, but her tone was vaguely annoyed. He had seen her talk to other guests, so he knew she had it in her to give him the whole customer service schtick, she just chose not to. Eddie really liked that about her.

“Yeah, can you call me a town car?” he asked, and she sneered.

“I dunno, can I?” Max asked, rolling her eyes slightly as she started shifting through the papers on the desk. “You too good for a taxi or an Uber?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie said, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighting up while Max found the sheet she needed and picking up the receiver of the phone on her desk.

“I’m gonna need the address of where you’re going, genius,” Max said flatly, and Eddie laughed.

“Here,” he said, handing her the piece of paper he rewrote Steve’s address on.

Max eyed the paper before turning a very real glare on Eddie. “Why’re you going to Steve’s?” she asked, her tone suspicious.

Unsure of how much Steve would want Eddie divulging about their courtship, he just quirked an eyebrow with a sly smirk. “To play Scrabble, obviously. Why else would a hot-blooded faggot such as myself go to a man’s private residence?” he asked suggestively.

Max’s expression shuttered completely, and she hung up the receiver. “Oops, looks like I don’t have the phone number for the town cars. Tough luck,” Max said with a tight, fake smile.

“He invited me over,” Eddie said, dumbfounded at her sneer.

“Yeah, and Steve sucks at taking care of himself,” Max said, shrugging, smiling as another guest stepped out of the door and slid into a taxi waiting there.

“He’s a big boy and can make his own choices,” Eddie pushed and while the whole back-and-forth was a bit frustrating, it also brought a smile to his face. Steve thought he didn’t have any friends other than his roommate, yet here Max was, the meanest valet driver in the world, protecting his honour or something.

“Yeah, he is and he can. Doesn’t mean I have to be complicit,” Max replied flatly, crossing her arms and leaning on the desk to narrow her eyes at him. “If he wants your dick so bad, he can come pick you up, yeah?”

Finally, Eddie laughed and shook his head, shuffling closer to the valet desk and leaning over it. “Between you and me, little red, Steve and I have been talking for months. I’m happy you’re looking out for him, though,” he said, and Max’s expression was skeptical.

“You expect me to believe that?” Max asked with a scoff.

“I expect nothing of you, little red. Do you mind if I lean against your desk while I call myself a ride?” Eddie asked before she could come back with another snappy retort.

Gesturing grandly, Max said, “Knock yourself out, Munson.” She eyed him warily while he leaned on the desk to free up his hands, pulling out his phone and dialing for the car service.

When the town car pulled up, Max actually surprised Eddie when she came around the desk and opened the door for him.

“Thanks, little red—” he started, but she put her hand in front of him.

“You better be telling the truth, Munson, and you better be good to him, got it?” Max said, and Eddie actually felt a small thrill of fear go through him. “I will find you and take one of your kidneys if you’re lying.”

With that, Max gestured for Eddie to get into the car and shut the door behind him with a condescending wave.

Grabbing his side nervously, Eddie looked down at his phone and texted Steve.

Eddie [sent at 16:58]: 😨 little red is so fucking scary 😱😱😱😱 💞💓💞 [sent at 16:59]: what she do now? Eddie [sent at 17:01]: threatened 🔪 my kidney if i hurt u 😨😨😨 💞💓💞 [sent at 17:01]: jesus sorry shes rly intense sometimes i'll talk to her Eddie [sent at 17:02]: it was cute just rly scary 😨 fr fully believe she will actually take my kidney

Eddie put his phone away and focused on looking out the window, trying not to let his nerves get to him. It was starting to sink in that he was going to be spending the evening with Steve and not doing any of the flashy things he had planned to hopefully keep Steve’s interest in him past the sex. They were going to spend several hours together with nothing to distract Steve, nothing for Eddie to hide behind. He was going to ask Steve to be his boyfriend, and he couldn’t help the wave of anxiety that Steve would say no.

Arriving at Steve’s apartment by fifteen after five was not at all part of Eddie’s plans. This was way too early, but it wasn’t like he could just ask the driver to sit and idle for at least half an hour. Dealing with payment and thanking the driver, Eddie slid out and leaned against the building and lit another cigarette that he had no intention of actually smoking that much of.

Beside him, the door to the building opened and a woman stepped out, speaking on the phone with someone.

“I’ll be home shortly, I was just helping—yes, I know I said I would help with the launch, but I was needed here,” she was saying, and she glanced over at him with a polite smile before taking a couple more steps. Then she glanced at him again, looking a little longer as if recognizing him, and Eddie grimaced.

That was just what he needed, to be recognized by a fan outside the apartment of the guy he was pretty solidly in love with. Eddie was sure that would go over well.

“Reggie, shut up, I have to go,” she said, and with that she hung up the call and dialed another number. Opening the passenger door of a fancy car parked at the curb, she threw her purse onto the seat and said, “Yes, I know I just left— sweetie, shut up. Incoming.”

She rounded the car and met Eddie’s puzzled gaze and winked at him. “He’s here already,” the woman said into the phone, opening the door and getting in. “No, I didn’t say anything to—”

The rest of her sentence was cut off as she shut her door, and inside the car she was laughing as she hung up. Looking back over at Eddie, she waved one last time before pulling away and driving off down the road.

Within seconds, the door of the building opened again, and Steve stumbled out onto the sidewalk, looking over at Eddie with bewildered, wild eyes.

Eddie was blown away by just how handsome Steve was all over again, his hair artfully messy, his hazel eyes wide and crinkling at the corners with his crooked smile, the moles that painted a constellation across his skin. Letting his eyes travel down Steve’s neck, Eddie noted each hickey with a growing hunger that he had to shake himself out of.

“What are you doing here already?” Steve asked, and Eddie met his eyes again. Steve grimaced and added, “Sorry, I just—I wasn’t expecting you for like, forty-five more minutes.”

“Yeah, I got antsy sitting around the hotel room, and I guess I left too early. Was gonna just hang here for a while before coming up, but…” Eddie trailed off, gesturing to where the woman’s car had been parked.

“Yeah, sorry, that was my mom. I’m sorry for anything she said to you,” Steve said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck roughly as he laughed nervously.

Eddie grimaced that Steve’s mom’s first impression of him was loitering and smoking. “She didn’t say anything to me, baby,” he reassured Steve, twisting his fingers in the front of Steve’s sweater and pulling him close. With a soft smile, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Steve’s lips.

Steve sighed and opened under Eddie’s mouth, wrapping his arms loosely around Eddie’s neck. Just like that, Eddie felt his nerves settle as he groaned and deepened the kiss a bit more.

“Dinner,” Steve suddenly said, pulling back. “I have to put dinner back in the oven. C’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

“Oven? I thought we were ordering in,” Eddie said a bit dazed, snuffing out his cigarette and tossing it in a garbage bin. Rearranging his crutches, he followed Steve to the elevators, smiling fondly at the sheepish expression on Steve’s face.

“Yeah, well, I decided to make us dinner instead,” Steve said, sounding almost shy and Eddie couldn’t help but corner him in the elevator to kiss his blushing cheeks.

When the doors reopened, Eddie moved aside so Steve could lead the way into his place, and immediately the divine smell of tomato sauce, garlic, and onions washed over them when the door opened.

“Holy shit, babe,” Eddie groaned, sitting himself down on the couch so he could take his shoes off. “Smells amazing in here.”

“Thanks,” Steve said with a blush, then hurried into the kitchen. “You can stay there; I’ll be right back.”

Eddie took the few moments alone to look around, smiling at the cozy living room that had knick-knacks and picture frames on almost every shelf. The furniture in the room was all old, well-loved, worn but not worn-out. It reminded him of Uncle Wayne’s trailer, the way it felt like a home.

“I hope you don’t mind lasagna,” Steve said as he returned to the couch, sitting down next to Eddie with a charming smile. “It was the only thing I had all the ingredients for.”

“Lasagna’s perfect, Stevie,” Eddie said with a grin, leaning close to try and kiss Steve, but then he’s pulling away.

“You want something to drink?” Steve asked, and then moved as if to stand up and Eddie twisted a hand in the front of Steve’s sweater.

“How long does the lasagna have?” Eddie asked in a husky whisper.

“About thirty minutes, but—”

Eddie interrupted Steve with a kiss, licking into his sweet mouth and swallowing the soft sound he made. With a low groan, Eddie hauled the man into his lap, smiling against Steve’s lips when he immediately straddled his thighs. In no time at all, Steve’s fingers were in Eddie’s hair, twisting and holding him in place as Steve hungrily devoured his mouth.

It drove Eddie insane, the way Steve would be sweet and soft under his hands, just to turn hungry and pushy, using his teeth and growling softly. It was almost as if the sounds were subconscious, like he didn’t even really mean to be making them at all, and Eddie happily accepted those noises against his tongue.

“No! Nuh-uh!”

The shrieking voice barely registered in Eddie’s hazy mind before a mist of cold water hit him directly on the side of the face.

“Robin! What the fuck?” Steve shouted as he leaped off Eddie’s lap to wrestle a spray bottle out of the hands of a woman Eddie had only really seen in pictures. He immediately recognized her as Steve’s best friend, and he grinned as Steve struggled to get her to give up the spray bottle.

Finally, Steve managed to get the bottle and shot a spray of water directly into her mouth when she opened it to yell at him. Choking a bit, Robin punched Steve in the arm.

When Robin recovered, she pointed at Steve, smacking the spray bottle away when he went to shoot her in the mouth again.

“No sex on the communal furniture, Stephen,” she scolded, then looked at Eddie with fire in her eyes. “I know exactly how you defiled that kitchenette and you’re not doing the same to my late Great Aunt Mildred’s loveseat, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie said quickly, eyes wide as Robin narrowed hers at him.

Then she nodded and smiled. “Alright, I’m going to be at Nancy’s and I’m absolutely not returning until tomorrow around dinner time, okay?” Robin said, not even waiting for them to respond before she put her shoes on and left out the front door, shouting a hurried goodbye.

Steve was still standing, breathing heavily from his wrestling match with Robin before laughing breathlessly down at Eddie. “Well, you heard her. Time to behave,” Steve said before walking into the kitchen to grab a couple beers and bring them back to the couch.

The evening went by slowly but comfortably, unhurried and sweet. The lasagna was perfect, and even if it wasn’t Eddie was sure he would still think it was because Steve made it. Eddie couldn’t remember a partner ever making him a meal before, and it took him a few moments to settle the emotions that bubbled up from that.

After they ate, they returned to the living room to watch a movie, some action flick that Eddie barely paid attention to the title of. When Steve reeled Eddie into his side, the chance of Eddie retaining any of the movie flew right out the window, especially when Steve lifted a hand to start scratching Eddie’s scalp lightly, absentmindedly.

Eddie was a weak man, and it wasn’t long before Eddie turned his head and tilted his lips up with a needy sound, coaxing Steve into another kiss. This kiss was kept slow, almost chaste as they felt each other, testing the boundaries of the moment. The moment Eddie tried to deepen the kiss, Steve pulled back with a chuckle.

“Remember our warning, Eds,” Steve teased, kissing Eddie’s lips with a quick peck.

“I’m sure there’s some non-communal furniture somewhere in this apartment we could move to,” Eddie hummed suggestively, and Steve laughed softly.

“I think there’s a conversation we need to have first,” Steve replied, and his voice was a bit shaky. Pulling back, Eddie searched Steve’s face.

“Alright,” Eddie said slowly, leaning away from Steve to give him some space.

Reaching over, Steve tangled their fingers together, stroking his thumb across the back of Eddie’s hand and the tenderness of the motion was nearly overwhelming.

“Last night, you called me your boyfriend,” Steve started, meeting Eddie’s gaze firmly, pinning him there. “Did you mean it?”

“Do you want me to mean it?” Eddie deflected, which made no sense. That is what he wanted, for them to be boyfriends, partners, together. Steve was asking him if he wanted that, and there he was putting it back on him.

“I want to know if you meant it,” Steve pushed earnestly. “How do you feel about me?”

Eddie took a deep breath, eyes flitting around Steve’s face. “I’m afraid to answer that question, Steve,” he confessed quietly, his heart pounding frantically in his chest.

“Why?” Steve asked, his own voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie laughed, almost a bit hysterically. “I’m afraid it’s going to scare you off,” he admitted, breaking their eye-contact to look down at their hands.

“I don’t think it will, Eds,” Steve said, sounding so hopeful and Eddie wished that made him braver, but it just made him more anxious. Like now the possibility of disappointing Steve was real now.

“Steve, I’ve never felt the way I do right now for anyone else,” Eddie said shakily, and it was almost like that was all he needed for the dam to break. “I don’t—I want to call you my boyfriend and mean it, I want to talk about you if interviewers bring you up, I want you to call me your boyfriend. I want to be with you.”

There was a long pause before Steve pressed close for a gentle but deep kiss, a hand sliding into Eddie’s hair to hold him in place.

Pulling away, Steve quietly said, “That’s what I want, too.”

Eddie laughed, incredulous and giddy. “Seriously? Me? Why?” he asked before he could stop himself.

“Because you’re funny, and talented, and you care about your friends so much, and you’re so fucking hot,” Steve rattled off quickly before taking a deep breath and finishing, “and I love you.”

Eddie gaped at Steve, feeling the air whoosh out of his lungs. “You love me?” he asked weakly, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“Yeah, Eds, I think I’ve been in love with you since I binged your YouTube channel,” Steve said, grinning broadly. “So what do you think about that?”

“I love you, too, Stevie. Been in love with you so long, and I think we need to move to non-communal furniture as soon as fucking possible,” Eddie babbled, reeling Steve into a desperate, hungry kiss.

Steve laughed against Eddie’s mouth, and the feel of it on his lips was divine. It wasn’t long before Steve’s hands found their way into Eddie’s hair, tangling the curls around his fingers and tugging, turning his head this way and that, licking his way into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie couldn’t help the way he shook as he let the man have his way with him, whimpering as he pressed their tongues together.

When Steve pulled away, Eddie tried to chase after his lips but was stopped by the fingers in his hair. “Steve,” he whined, pouting as he opened his eyes, and he glared at the soft grin on Steve’s lips.

“We should move this to my room, yeah?” Steve suggested with a raised eyebrow, and Eddie shivered and nodded.

“Y-yeah, definitely, your room,” Eddie gasped, swallowing thickly as he tried to calm down.

“You—do you want to walk there yourself, or I could carry you?” Steve asked, almost shyly. Like he was unsure if what he was asking was polite or not.

Normally, Eddie found it annoying when people asked him questions like that, but there was a part of him that knew that Steve was genuine and didn’t mean anything by it. He wasn’t assuming that Eddie needed help, and a part of Eddie knew he wouldn’t be upset if he turned down any help being offered.

“I’m kinda heavy,” Eddie said with a cheeky smile. “Denser than I look.”

“I can handle it,” Steve challenged, getting off the couch to stand over Eddie with a wicked smirk. It was one of the hottest things Eddie had ever seen, to be completely honest.

“Mm, now I want to see you try, gorgeous,” Eddie teased, lounging back on the couch and spreading his legs around Steve’s knees.

Grinning, Steve bent at the waist and grabbed Eddie’s legs just under his thighs. “Wrap your arms around my neck?” he requested, and Eddie acquiesced immediately, snagging Steve’s smirking lips in another hungry, demanding kiss.

With a low sound, Steve stood up as if Eddie weighed nothing, barely even grunting as his weight shifted forward against his chest. Eddie, however, shuddered as his hardening cock was rocked against Steve’s abdomen, his whole body on fire at the demonstration of strength and he had to pull away from the kiss.

“Oh, holy shit, Steve,” he gasped, burying his face into Steve’s throat to lay several biting kisses on the skin there, giving him all new marks around the ones he was given the night before.

Steve just chuckled, groaning softly as he walked down the hallway and into a bedroom. “Told you I could handle you,” Steve hummed before depositing Eddie onto the bed carefully and reaching for the buckle on his belt.

“That you did, Stevie,” Eddie laughed, and he reached down to take over removing his clothes, but Steve slapped his hands away. “Hey!”

“I’ll do it,” Steve said firmly as he began working on the fly, glaring up through his lashes at Eddie. “You just relax.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed at that, and with a grumble he moved to take his shirt off instead. Once again, Steve just smacked his hands away from the hem of his shirt. “Stevie, c’mon,” he complained, shaking as he watched Steve peel his pants off of his legs.

“Eds, we’re doing this my way this time, which means I’m taking my time with you,” Steve practically purred, propping himself on his hands over Eddie and smirking down at him.

There was something overwhelming about looking up at Steve in that moment, the way his hair was lit up by the light above him, like a halo or something cheesy like that, his eyes so soft and fond while his smirk was so pointed. Eddie felt breathless at the sight.

When Eddie didn’t answer immediately, Steve bent his arms and brought his mouth close to Eddies, but not nearly close enough for a kiss. When Eddie strained up for a kiss, Steve backed off. “Can you be a good boy? Be patient for me?”

Eddie shook at the question, and part of him wanted to cry that he couldn’t be patient, he just wasn’t built like that and never had been. But the thought of being a good boy for Steve had him desperately wanting to try. So he nodded frantically, reaching up to hold Steve’s face gently.

“Yes, Stevie, I can be good for you, I can be patient,” he practically whimpered, chewing the inside of his cheek to try and calm down just a little bit. He could make this work, he could do what Steve asked of him and he would do it so well.

“That’s what I thought, baby,” Steve hummed, lowering himself enough to kiss Eddie sweetly, almost chastely. Pulling back, he coaxed Eddie to sit up so he could remove his shirt and toss it somewhere in his room.

Shivering as Steve pulled back to stare at him hungrily, Eddie leaned back on his hands, giving him a pleading look as Steve checked him out.

“You’re so beautiful,” Steve sighed dreamily before pressing his fingertips into the center of Eddie’s chest, urging him to lay back down so he could pull his boxers down his hips.

Eddie was beside himself as he was bared, completely naked under Steve’s heated gaze while Steve was still fully dressed. There was a part of Eddie that wondered if Steve was planning to fuck him like that, wearing his jeans and sweater, and the thought had Eddie’s cock throbbing where it rested against his hip.

“God, this cock is so fucking perfect,” Steve moaned, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to lick a hard, demanding stripe up the length of Eddie’s cock and taking the head of it into his mouth.

Eddie jolted at the sudden heat around the head of his cock and his hands were tangled in Steve’s hair before he could stop himself. The moment he pushed, Steve pulled off and began to gently lap at the head. Sobbing, Eddie let go and screwed his eyes shut tightly, willing his body to relax and just take it. Sighing happily, Steve took Eddie back into his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking noisily, pulling all manner of wanton noises from Eddie.

Sprawled as he was across the bed, Eddie fisted his hands in the comforter, trying to refrain from thrusting up into Steve’s mouth just to feel him gag around him. It felt like torture, just lying there waiting for Steve to do something, to give him the okay to grab and pull and bite.

Sliding his mouth off Eddie’s cock with a wet pop of his lips, Steve smiled pleasantly. “How’re you feeling, baby?” he asked knowingly, and Eddie whimpered.

“Want you, want more, don’t wanna take my time,” Eddie complained, his bottom lip wobbling a bit.

“Mm, I’ll take your thoughts into consideration,” Steve hummed with a smirk, and Eddie knew that Steve was unmoved, not even bothered that Eddie was losing his mind already. “Right now, I’m going to suck your perfect, fat cock.”

Eddie nearly cheered when Steve lowered his mouth onto his dick again, but Steve’s attention was gentle, teasing, not even remotely enough to actually get him off. His cock just throbbed and pumped a thick glob of precum onto Steve’s tongue. With a thick groan, Steve took Eddie deep in his mouth and throat, sucking hard on the draw back and pulling what might have been a scream from Eddie’s throat.

With a shudder, Steve pulled all the way off Eddie’s cock and stood up, undoing his fly and pushing his jeans down his hips. When Eddie reached up to try and help him, Steve shook his head.

“Just lay there and relax,” Steve reminded him, and Eddie wanted to scream and cry and pitch a fit, but he wanted to be good like Steve asked. When Eddie forcibly relaxed against the comforter, Steve beamed at him. “Just like that, baby.”

Eddie let out a shaky sigh, stretching under Steve’s gaze, preening under the praise. This was doable, being good and letting Steve take his sweet time. It felt a bit like he was going to die if he wasn’t touched and sucked and fucked right this second, but he could live with that feeling forever if that meant Steve thought he was being good.

Once Steve was standing over him, completely naked and perfect, he got a thoughtful look on his face. “I don’t think I can take your cock again,” he confessed, cringing a bit. “I’m really sore down there today.”

“Fuck me,” Eddie said quickly, practically begged even, blushing darkly at Steve’s raised eyebrow. “Please, baby, I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? You want my cock, pretty boy?” Steve hummed, climbing onto the bed and straddling Eddie’s waist. The sensation of Steve’s wet cunt smearing slick across the soft skin of Eddie’s lower abdomen had Eddie shaking with his want.

“Yes,” Eddie sobbed, grabbing Steve’s hips just to ground himself, screwing his eyes shut and taking a deep breath. “Want your cock so bad, Stevie.”

“What’s the best position for you, sweetheart?” Steve asked, lowering a kiss to the tip of Eddie’s nose.

“What d’you mean?” Eddie asked breathlessly.

“I don’t want to hurt your leg,” Steve replied softly, and Eddie wanted to kiss him until he was breathless and shaking.

“Baby, love how thoughtful you are, but my leg hurts pretty much all the time,” Eddie said with a shrug, which was mostly true.

“Then how can I make it easier for you?” Steve pressed, kissing Eddie’s cheek. “How can I make love to you without adding to your pain?”

Eddie flushed. “Don’t get sappy on me,” he tried to tease, but it came out embarrassingly earnest and thick, like he was about to fucking cry.

“Sappy is my first language, my love,” Steve hummed, grinning at Eddie’s deep blush that reached his navel. “So gorgeous when you blush, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” Eddie whined, covering his face.

“Never, but I’ll give you a bit of a break, I guess,” Steve sighed, kissing the backs of Eddie’s hands, right where Eddie’s lips would be if he wasn’t hiding his face. “You haven’t answered my question, Eds.”

“Just help me, like hold my leg up when I wrap it around your waist,” Eddie managed to murmur shakily.

“I can definitely do that for you, baby,” Steve sighed, sliding off Eddie and manhandling him further onto the bed in a show of strength that had Eddie’s cock throbbing. Seriously, how was he just realizing that Steve was strong like that?

Steve immediately dove in for a searching, hungry kiss. When Steve mouthed his way down Eddie’s chin and throat, pausing to suck a mark on the skin there, Eddie desperately grabbed for Steve. The other man dodged his hands and actually stopped the sinful attention with his lips and teeth, pulling a devastated sob from Eddie’s chest.

“Take what I give you and I keep going, Eds,” Steve hummed sweetly against the patch of skin just below Eddie’s ear before lifting his head to kiss his cheek softly. “Unless that’s too much for you right now. We can always work on your patience another time.”

Again, Eddie was tempted to say he couldn’t do it, that he needed Steve’s hands, and mouth, and cock so badly that making him wait was just fucking cruel. But he couldn’t stop thinking about being good, being Steve’s good boy. Eddie was never the one to be the good boy, even in past relationships where he was almost exclusively the more submissive one. It was something he never even considered wanting to be the good boy, mostly because he’d never had a partner suggest it. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, which he quickly blinked away, refusing to let them fall lest Steve stop everything completely.

“I wanna try,” Eddie said, and he hoped his voice wasn’t watery enough for Steve to get suspicious.

“Sweet boy,” Steve cooed, holding one of Eddie’s hands while he stretched across the bed to dig a bottle of lube out of the bedside table’s drawer.

The tenderness of that, not wanting to let go of Eddie for even the short seconds it would take to grab the lube, nearly broke Eddie’s resolve not to cry like a fucking baby. What the fuck was Steve playing at being like this when he was a horny demon the night before? How was it possible for one man to be so perfect, so sexy, so sweet, and somehow also Eddie’s?

Steve was situating himself between Eddie’s thighs when he managed to calm himself down, letting go of Eddie’s hand so he could slick his fingers. With a shaky whine, Eddie spread his legs wider for Steve, needy for his touch but trying to rein in his desperation so Steve didn’t slow down even more. Dropping down onto an elbow above Eddie, Steve captured his lips in a deep kiss, licking into his mouth at the same time a finger pushed inside him, the press steady and relentless. Eddie shook, even with the nearly clinical touch, his eyes rolling back as Steve began carefully fucking that digit in and out of him.

The touch stayed like that for what felt like forever while Steve kissed the breath from his lungs, the steady push in, pause, steady drag out, repeat. Eddie was shivering, ready to pull away from the kiss and beg, wanting to rock his hips to try and get that perfect fingertip against his prostate, to get something. But he was showing Steve that he could be good, that he could be patient, that he trusted Steve to give him what he wanted. With a shuddering moan, Eddie willed himself to relax on the bed beneath Steve, sighing as Steve hummed happily.

“Good boy,” Steve hummed and pressed a second finger into Eddie’s body.

Eddie let out a delighted, breathless laugh, reaching up to hold Steve’s face but when those perfect fingers paused before the next push inward, he hesitated. “Just wanna hold you, Stevie, promise,” he whimpered, and Steve shushed him gently.

“Of course, baby, you can hold me,” he said with a soft chuckle, and Eddie didn’t waste time before cupping Steve’s cheeks and tilting his mouth up into a sweet kiss.

“Thank you,” Eddie breathed, relaxing under Steve again. With a pleased groan, Steve rewarded Eddie with a third finger, the stretch testing Eddie’s hole in a way he hadn’t done in a while.

At Eddie’s slight hiss, Steve frowned and withdrew, hushing Eddie’s whining pleas for Steve to not stop, that he could take it, just wasn’t used to it, please. When Steve’s fingers returned, they were wetter, coated with more lube, and he pressed them back inside one at a time in three thrusts. It was much easier to adjust with the additional lube, and Eddie was so grateful to Steve. On one hand, the slight pain would have been very appreciated, but this… It was perfect, even if it too overwhelmed Eddie with something so similar to terror, he briefly considered calling a stop to all of it while he settled himself back the fuck down.

“How’re you doing, pretty boy?” Steve cooed, as if reading Eddie’s thoughts, and Eddie felt his heart rate settle just a bit.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie gradually relaxed into the bed and wrapped his arms loosely around Steve’s neck. “I’m good, I’m so good, Stevie,” he replied shakily, tipping his head back. “Just a lot.”

“Too much?” Steve followed up, not quite pausing his movements but they still changed just enough that Eddie knew he was ready to.

“No, perfect,” Eddie confessed in a whisper, smiling up at Steve when he pulled back to meet his eyes.

Smiling crookedly in a way that had Eddie’s breath hitching in his chest, Steve stooped to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Let me know if that changes, okay, baby?” he said and Eddie nodded, humming as Steve’s fingers began moving more determinedly.

There was something more deliberate to Steve’s movements, his fingers curling on every pull. Eddie realized what was happening exactly one second before Steve found his prostate, knocking a raspy, shattered sound from Eddie’s lips as he arched off the bed.

“Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous, Eds,” Steve groaned, his voice rumbling in his chest and Eddie sobbed, eyelids fluttering as those perfect fingers focused on Eddie’s prostate.

Eddie writhed, trying to keep from thrusting down onto Steve’s fingers, not wanting him to pull away, but he was too caught up in the pleasure. His nerve-endings were on fire, eyes rolling back as he shuddered, and he couldn’t hold back the scream when Steve pressed his thumb against the piercings on his taint, squeezing his prostate from two sides. There was a moment that Eddie was certain that he would either come, black-out, or die if Steve kept up what he was doing, his breaths coming out in wet whimpers.

Just when he thought he was about to fly apart at the seams, Steve relented, and Eddie shook with the force of his sob that was equal parts relieved and devastated.

Steve shifted so he was up on his hand instead of his elbow, his dark eyes roving over Eddie’s body hungrily. Pausing as his gaze caught on Eddie’s cock, Steve groaned. “Look at how wet you are for me, babe,” he cooed, and Eddie looked down at himself as he panted with little sobs.

There was an absolute puddle of precum on his lower abdomen, connected to the tip of his cock by a chain that still oozed from the tip.

“Should clean this up,” Steve murmured thoughtfully, and Eddie’s eyes widened as he shook his head frantically. At Steve’s concerned expression, Eddie shook his head again, trying to get his words to work so he didn’t stop.

“Gonna come if you get that mouth anywhere fucking near my dick,” Eddie managed to gasp, and Steve raised an eyebrow.

“And if I want you to come now?” Steve asked, crooking his fingers in a way that threatened to touch his prostate, but didn’t quite do it.

Eddie frantically shook his head again. “Only wanna come with your cock inside me, please. You can try and make me come as many times as you want on your cock, but don’t wanna come like this,” Eddie babbled, screwing his eyes shut. “Please, wanna be good, but don’t wanna come like this.”

“You’re being perfect for me, baby,” Steve sighed happily, and his voice was closer which was Eddie’s only warning before Steve’s lips were against his cheek. “Telling me what you want so pretty and sweet is perfect.”

“Stevie, please, can you fuck me now?” Eddie whimpered, forcing his eyes open to meet Steve’s.

“Not going to fuck you, Eds,” Steve said cheekily as he spread his fingers a bit.

Eddie wanted to scream and cry, so ready to crawl off the bed and jerk off in the bathroom if he had to. “Steve, please,” Eddie begged instead, shuddering hard when Steve brushed past his sweet spot.

“I told you already, Eds, I’m making love to you tonight,” Steve hummed, and Eddie felt his entire face and chest heat up with his blush.

“Shut up,” Eddie said before he could stop himself and Steve chuckled.

“I’m not gonna get my cock until you ask for it properly, baby,” Steve pushed, and Eddie rolled his eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

“That’s not even a thing,” he grumbled, and Steve just laughed.

“Just humour me then,” Steve replied, collapsing onto his elbow again to mouth at Eddie’s throat. “Should be easy to say for me if it’s not a thing, yeah?”

Eddie bit his lips as the fingers inside him began moving again, slow and clinical, deliberately avoiding Eddie’s prostate. “Stevie,” Eddie whimpered, gasping when Steve’s fingers crooked into his prostate for a brief second.

“Yeah, Eds?” Steve prompted and Eddie whimpered again.

“Make love to me,” Eddie finally whispered, his face, ears, and neck hot as he waited for Steve to do something at his quiet request, as if he expected Steve to laugh at him or something mean.

But Steve just groaned and kissed the breath from Eddie’s lungs before he pulled away. “Stay put, just have to get the harness on,” Steve reassured Eddie as he slid off the bed and went to his dresser.

Eddie was grateful for the short break, tipping his head back against the bed and covering his eyes while he took a few deep breaths.

The bed rocked as Steve returned, and Eddie shivered as the man trailed his fingertips up his leg, starting at his ankle.

“Doing okay, Eds?” Steve asked softly, genuine in his concern and Eddie nodded, not yet ready to lower his hands and look at Steve. He was still preparing himself for Steve wearing a leather harness.

“I’m fine, perfect even, just trying not to go insane when I look at you in a minute,” Eddie breathed, grinning at Steve’s laugh.

“It’s not that hot,” Steve grumbled, and Eddie shook his head.

“I’ll be the judge of that when I’m brave enough to fuckin’ look,” he said, his cheeks hurting with his grin when he felt Steve lower himself to his elbows over him, their chests pressed flush together. When Steve began mouthing at his jaw and throat, Eddie groaned thickly and tipped his head back to allow him more room to work.

Immediately, Steve accepted the invitation, humming softly as he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin, working what would probably be half a dozen hickeys by the end of the night. Chrissy was going to have a fit when it was time to go on some press thing, or to film the stupid documentary thing. Eddie didn’t really care though, he wanted to be claimed, wanted to feel owned by Steve.

With a quiet whine, Eddie lowered his hands to just cradle Steve’s head, one hand in his hair while the other cupped the back of his neck. He was just holding Steve, not pushing or pulling him, not demanding anything, just grounding himself in that moment. It was driving him mad, the way Steve wasn’t doing anything really, just kissing and marking him up, not even touching his cock.

Then he felt the thick, slicked arch of a strap-on slide down the side of his sac, and he let out an embarrassingly loud whimper.

“Please, Stevie, please,” Eddie practically sobbed at the ceiling and when Steve pulled away to sit back up on his knees, Eddie made the mistake of looking at him.

Just as he had expected, Steve was practically some sort of God with his perfect, sun-kissed skin, spattering of moles and freckles across every inch of him, perfectly straight nose, and spectacular head of hair. Even after Eddie’s hands had been in it and sweat began dripping from the hairline, it looked fucking amazing, and Eddie was a bit jealous. He knew his own had to be frizzy by now with how hot and humid it was starting to feel in Steve’s bedroom.

Eddie’s eyes trailed down Steve’s body, taking the time he was finally given to actually look at him, to take in the whole sight of him. The thin, but visible scars on his chest that Eddie wanted to lick and kiss and bite, the hair that covered his chest and stomach, the soft pouch of his lower abdomen. And right at the crux of Steve’s thighs was a thick, long cock held on by a substantial leather harness.

Eddie was right to fear for his sanity because he felt as though he was going to either cry or fucking die if that cock didn’t split him in half in the next five minutes.

Steve was laughing again, a soft blush dusting his cheeks and Eddie realized he said all of that out loud.

“You’re being ridiculous, it isn’t even as thick as yours,” he grumbled, and as if to compare and prove his point, he slotted his cock next to Eddie’s. Steve added a little swivel of his hips at the last moment, which had Eddie arching off the bed and panting.

Looking down at their cocks pressed so close, Eddie wasn’t seeing as much of a difference as Steve apparently did, but he had to admit that Steve was apparently correct.

“So, what? Is this revenge or something for fucking your cunt so good that you can still feel me the next day? Gonna make me walk funny for different reasons?” Eddie asked as he tried to rein in his arousal, waggling his eyebrows at Steve’s deadpan glare.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him after a moment. “I can get a smaller one if you—”

“No! No, this is perfect, please, I want it,” Eddie said quickly, hooking his better leg around Steve’s waist even though he didn’t actually make a move to get off the bed.

At that, Steve just smiled, and it almost looked mean, but his eyes were too soft to sell it. “That’s what I thought,” he hummed as he grabbed the lube and reapplied another layer of slick to the length.

Eddie watched Steve closely, watched the way his hand worked the length of the dildo, the way he bit his lip as if he could feel it himself, as if it actually gave him pleasure. Maybe it did on some level, and maybe Eddie would be brave enough someday to ask Steve something so personal.

When Steve’s hazel eyes met his again, Eddie was about to beg him to just hurry up and fuck him, and he smirked knowingly, as if he could hear his thoughts. Or maybe Eddie was talking out loud again? He didn’t know or really care, because that was when Steve hooked an elbow under the knee of Eddie’s bad leg and leaned close.

Back bowing and ass lifting off the bed, Eddie let out a whimper as Steve scooted forward so his knees supported his lower back, the head of his cock nudging at the underside of Eddie’s sac. With a soft, desperate sound Eddie wrapped his other leg more firmly around Steve’s waist.

“I got you, baby,” Steve cooed sweetly, shifting his arm under Eddie’s leg so he could angle his cock down enough to push at the loose ring of Eddie’s hole.

The slight pressure, the way the tip was already spreading his hole even if Steve wasn’t yet pushing, had Eddie keening. He hadn’t been fucked in a while, a long while truly. He’d stopped fooling around with people after he realized how serious his feelings were becoming for Steve, but those few recent-ish times he had been the top.

But Steve, of course, was gentle as he slid inside, keeping the motion slow yet relentless. Eddie’s eyes rolled back as Steve finally bottomed out inside him, the thick weight of his cock settling in his core and lighting him on fire.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Eds,” Steve sighed, and Eddie felt his blush flare all over.

Forcing his eyes open, Eddie shook his head as he met Steve’ gaze. “Got me confused with you, sweetheart,” he managed to gasp out, his voice too shaky to sell the flirtation, but it got the bashful grin he was hoping for, nonetheless.

“This isn’t about me, right now,” Steve said, and then he pulled out a bit, just enough to pull a gasp from Eddie, and then pushed back in, just as gentle as the first thrust. It was amazing, setting off fireworks behind Eddie’s eyes and making him arch off the bed. But as the next handful of thrusts followed the same slow rhythm, it was quickly becoming not enough.

Well, if he was being honest and not dramatic, it was absolutely enough. More than enough because the angle Steve was thrusting in on was nudging his cock just perfectly past his prostate. But Eddie wanted it harder, faster, with more sweat and teeth and nails being dragged across skin. Something he was more accustomed to, a little better equipped to take.

Grunting, Eddie rocked his hips against Steve, hoping the man was done trying to make him take it slow.

With a soft tsk, Steve bottomed out roughly, his hips slapping against Eddie in a way that was so close to what he was trying to get that he couldn’t help the strangled cry that burst from his throat. But then Steve didn’t move, and his free hand wrapped around his hip to hold him still.

“Eds,” Steve scolded softly, sweetly even and Eddie wanted to throw a fit.

“Steve, I just want it harder, wanna feel you for days, make me feel it, please,” Eddie begged, shaking as his ass clenched around the cock buried deep inside him.

“I’m going to take care of you,” Steve promised softly, stroking the skin of Eddie’s hip with his thumb gently. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

Eddie was nodding before he consciously registered the question in his mind.

“Will you be good and let me take care of you?” Steve asked in a low voice, his gaze intense when Eddie managed to meet it.

With another sob, Eddie nodded frantically, and Steve began to move again, a little bit faster and harder, but not the brutal, punishing pace Eddie was aiming for. Eddie fisted his hands into the comforter at his sides, just holding on as Steve fucked him, trying to be good for Steve and take what he was given.

Sucking his teeth, Steve readjusted his hold on Eddie’s bad leg, his hand now wrapped around and under the outside of his thigh. Then, his other hand pulled Eddie’s away from the comforter, laced their fingers together, then pressed Eddie’s hand into the mattress next to his head.

Eddie gasped at the gesture, turning his head to stare at their hands with wide eyes, and he barely noticed when Steve dropped onto his elbow above him. Then Steve craned his neck to coax Eddie into a kiss, his tongue greedy as it licked into Eddie’s mouth and for a moment Eddie’s mind went completely blank, nothing but bliss hovering over his mind. Especially since Steve was starting to fuck him harder.

Then Steve’s thumb stroked the side of Eddie’s hand at the same time he sighed a shaky “I love you” against Eddie’s tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie sobbed as tears sprung to his eyes and immediately began to fall, his words muffled around Steve’s tongue.

It was so much, being treated so gently, so sweetly, so lovingly. It was something Eddie had never experienced, even with partners he thought might have been The One in the past. Not a single person ever treated him like he was fragile, precious, loved, especially when it came to sex and now that he was getting just that, he could barely cope with the swell of emotions.

Steve pulled back to smile at him, but his expression dropped immediately at his tears, his hips stuttering to a stop. “Oh, shit, Eds—”

“Good tears!” Eddie gasped out, lifting his hand to wipe the tears off his cheeks, shaking his head when they were immediately replaced. “They’re good, very good, please don’t stop. I promise they’re good.”

“Eds—”

“Steve! I’m okay, I’m perfect, I promise. I wouldn’t lie about this, okay?” Eddie insisted desperately, tightening his leg around Steve’s waist. “Sometimes when I’m feeling a lot, I cry, and I’m only feeling good things.”

Steve smiled so gently down at Eddie at that, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “And what are you feeling, baby?” he asked, his hips starting to move again.

Eddie let out a weak little sob, lips trembling against Steve’s. “Like I love you so much I’m scared of it,” he whispered, tipping his head back with a wet whine as Steve sped up.

“Go on, baby,” Steve groaned, pressing his lips to Eddie’s throat. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Like I’m precious,” Eddie continued, shaking as Steve’s cock just barely missed his prostate on each thrust. “Like I’m loved.”

Steve groaned thickly. “You are, Eds, you’re so precious and loved,” he murmured, speeding up. “Gonna make love to you until you actually believe it.”

Eddie sobbed, shuddering as the coil in his gut pulled taut, only Steve’s cock and the gentle rub of his stomach against his cock about to get him off. Of course, Steve heard the unspoken part of how he felt, that in spite of everything, Eddie didn’t think he deserved this, or that Eddie fully believed that Steve felt this way.

He was about to come while crying, because Steve was fucking him so gently while whispering about how precious and loved he is.

“Steve—” Eddie started to warn, his voice thick with his tears, but Steve interrupted him with a rough kiss.

Breaking away, Steve murmured, “I know, baby, come for me. You’re so perfect.” Then he changed the angle of his thrusts just so and Eddie was spilling between them with a shattered cry, sobbing breathlessly with each pulse of his cock.

When Eddie came back to himself, Steve was gently pulling out, and Eddie desperately had to touch him. He wanted to get him off and kiss him, to give him back even a fraction of the feeling Eddie was drowning in.

Eddie didn’t wait, just bucked his hips, and rolled Steve onto his side, reaching under the strap-on to tug on Steve’s dick. It was hurried, the angle was less than ideal, and Eddie was still shaking like a leaf and crying, but Steve moaned loudly all the same, whispered a soft “close, baby” against Eddie’s forehead. Then he tensed, letting out a guttural sound that Eddie felt more than he heard, and he slid a finger back into Steve’s cunt just to feel it pulse around it with his release.

As they caught their breath, Steve gave Eddie little kisses on his tear-streaked face, murmuring soft declarations and pushing him deeper into that happy, weeping state. Then Steve finally backed off a bit, just to get up and get a washcloth to clean their stomachs off and wipe the lube from between Eddie’s cheeks carefully.

Once they were a bit cleaned up, Steve flopped back onto the bed next to Eddie with a small smile.

Eddie yawned and said, “We’ve gotta stop having the best sex ever every time we fuck, Steve.”

Barking out a laugh, Steve shook his head. “That’s just quitter’s talk,” he teased, winking at Eddie. Then he turned a bit pensive before asking, “Spend the night?”

“I think that’s all I have in me tonight, Steve,” Eddie teased tiredly, and Steve shook his head.

“I just mean to sleep, Eds,” he said, rolling to wrap an arm around Eddie’s waist. “Spend your last night in Chicago in my bed? Please?”

Eddie shook as more tears sprung to his eyes, but he screwed them shut and nodded frantically, pressing close for a kiss. “Yeah, Stevie, I’ll stay,” Eddie hummed against Steve’s lips, wishing he could stay forever.

❖

When Steve woke up with a jolt, he was half-buried under the octopus sprawl of Eddie’s limbs with a mouthful of long, curly hair. It was sweaty and a bit uncomfortable, but Steve just smiled and reeled Eddie in tighter. Brushing that wild mane of hair back, Steve watched Eddie’s sleeping face closely, amazed he got to have this. A lazy Sunday morning with the love of his life sleeping soundly in his arms, in his bed.

With a happy sigh, Steve lowered his lips to Eddie’s forehead, adjusting them so Eddie was laying more on top of him so he could easily grab two handfuls of Eddie’s ass cheeks. He grinned at the happy little murmur against his collarbone and the way Eddie snuggled in tighter. Reaching over to grab his phone off the bedside table, Steve checked the time. They had a few hours before Eddie was due back at the hotel, so he wasn’t in a huge rush to get Eddie up.

Well, at least not up out of bed, Steve thought as he felt the shift of Eddie’s cock against his stomach, half-hard in his sleep. Just as he was about to wake Eddie up, he heard the tell-tale sound of a phone vibrating somewhere in his room. It was probably Eddie’s, still in the back pocket of his jeans that Steve left on the floor. Realizing that was likely the reason he woke up so suddenly, Steve sighed and waited for the phone to stop ringing. It did for a few seconds before starting up again, and a small jolt of dread shot through Steve.

Was their time together getting cut short? Did something come up? When he ignored it again, Steve sighed when Eddie’s phone stayed silent. Then Steve’s phone began vibrating on the table.

Sighing sadly, Steve picked up his phone again and eyed the unfamiliar number before answering.

“Hello, this is Steve?” he said, voice still rough with sleep before he cleared his throat.

“Jesus, finally, I’ve been trying to get hold of Eddie for like an hour,” Gareth’s voice came through the line, and Steve tensed.

“Is something wrong?” Steve asked, not sure he wanted the answer to that. On top of him, Eddie was stirring, his head lifting from Steve’s chest to frown at him. “And how do you have my number?”

“I have your number because Eddie gave it to me, in case I needed to get hold of him and something happened to his phone. And I don’t know if something’s wrong yet, that’s why I need to talk to Eddie,” Gareth replied vaguely.

“Wha’s goin’on?” Eddie mumbled, lifting a hand to rub the crusties from the corners of his eyes while Steve held out his phone.

“It’s Gareth,” Steve explained, and Eddie’s sleepy expression became a bit more alert as he accepted the phone.

“Hey, Garebear—what?” Eddie was awake now, eyes wide as he rolled off Steve and sat up. “What do you mean—all over where? I can’t—we said no pictures—what do you mean they were taken before the VIP thing?”

Steve watched Eddie as he tried to piece together what was going on. When the man glanced at Steve with a grimace and a blush, he felt his stomach drop a bit. It had to do with him somehow, and it had something to do with pictures.

“Okay, listen Gareth, I’m just—I’m gonna put you on speaker, okay?” Eddie said, pulling Steve’s phone away from his ear to switch the call. “Repeat what you just said, Garebear.”

“Steve, you’ve gone kinda viral in the online communities for our fans,” Gareth said slowly, sighing heavily. “Like, with your face attached to it and everything. Fans took pictures of you and are posting about it and it’s actually trending in North America on Twitter…”

“What?” Steve asked shakily, his heart pounding quickly.

“Yeah, it’s—you guys should see it for yourself. Just wanted to give you both a head’s up,” Gareth said, his voice a bit tight. Then he added teasingly, “Since the cat’s out of the bag now, do I still need to conceal your identity in the Tour Diary video I’m editing?”

“Gareth, seriously?” Eddie asked flatly, and Gareth scoffed.

“What? I can’t ask?”

“Maybe not right now?” Eddie responded huffily and Steve shook his head.

“Gareth, we’ll call you back,” Steve said before immediately hanging up and going to Twitter.

Just as Gareth had said, there were three trending topics about him and Eddie; Eddie and Steve, #SteveMunson, and Steddie. From what Steve could tell, it had started with fans from the Chicago concert gushing about being the best show of the tour. Then about twenty hours ago, someone posted about wanting to be a fly on the wall of the “steddie fuckfest that had to be happening as they tweeted” and how they wished they knew what Steve looked like so they could draw it.

Someone had replied to the tweet saying they had been next to someone at the barrier that they were sure was Steve and had pictures. There was some back-and-forth until several pictures and a video were added to the thread and… yup, that was definitely Steve staring up at the stage, completely starstruck.

The video was the most telling, because it caught the moment he covered his mouth as the arena wailed his name, Will standing next to him with that fond, yet envious expression. Further down the thread, there was a video focused on his face as Eddie dedicated Dark Altar to him, and Steve was almost embarrassed at how blatantly hungry he looked.

There was arguing in the thread after that, someone freaking out about the person taking pictures of a stranger and posting them, but mostly it was people arguing over if that was enough proof.

Then the pictures of Steve sitting under Eddie’s arm during the VIP meet-and-greet appeared in the thread.

“I started snapping pics as soon as I came in bc I knew that had to be steve,” one of the posters said. They posted another picture, zoomed in and cropped to only include his face as he grinned with so much love in his eyes, and said, “this was right after eddie called him his bf!!!!!”

There was a lot more bickering and flailing, then someone added pictures of Jeff sitting in his lap while Steve held him, and the thread went crazy about it.

“Love to see steve knows whats up and cuddles jeff too!!!!” One of the posts said, then that thread devolved into appreciation for Jeff.

Then the fanart began showing up, which started tame enough with Eddie and Steve just holding hands, or hugging, or maybe giving each other a kiss. Then it got explicit, and Steve snorted.

“Kinda presumptuous of them,” Steve said, angling his phone without looking away to show Eddie a particularly detailed piece of art of himself with a huge cock while Eddie fucked him. At least, Steve assumed it was Eddie fucking him since all that was visible of the man behind him in the art were the hands holding his biceps in a bruising grip and a cock in his hole. It was definitely a position Steve would be happy to recreate with Eddie for real.

After that, there was nothing but pornographic art, and part of Steve felt kinda… pleased that they all assumed he was cis. But also a little annoyed because he wasn’t and a petty part of him wanted to say something about it. Stopping himself before he did something stupid, Steve finally closed the app and looked at Eddie.

Except Eddie wasn’t looking at him, he was sitting with his head tipped back and blinking rapidly up at the ceiling.

“Whoa, babe, what’s wrong?” Steve asked, dropping his phone and shifting so he was straddling Eddie’s lap, cupping his face in his hands and brushing tears away as Eddie blinked them loose.

“It’s—I just got you,” Eddie said thickly, shrugging. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Eds, I’m not going anywhere?” Steve said, absolutely bewildered at how the moment changed. Eddie finally met his eyes, his expression cautiously hopeful.

“You’re not?” he asked.

“Why would I?” Steve asked, frowning darkly. “You thought I would dump you over this? Has someone actually done that?”

“Kinda,” Eddie replied, taking a deep breath in and holding it. “You just said you weren’t ready for strangers to have pictures of you at the meet-and-greet and now here thousands of people are tweeting about you—”

“Eds, yes, I’ll admit I thought I’d get to be your anonymous boyfriend for a bit longer, but I’m—this doesn’t change how I feel about you,” Steve said earnestly, stroking his thumbs soothingly over Eddie’s cheekbones. “I love you. I couldn’t care less what they’re doing online.”

“Fuck, I love you, too,” Eddie sighed wrapping his arms around Steve and straining up into a slow, languid kiss the quickly turned heated.

Groaning, Steve shifted his hips closer to Eddie’s cock. “Kinda wanna recreate a few of those positions they drew me in,” he confessed, smirking at Eddie’s gasp before licking into his mouth hungrily.

A short while later, they laid next to each other, still catching their breath with their legs tangled together.

“What about Gareth’s question about hiding your identity in our videos?” Eddie asked after a minute, rolling onto his side and propping his head on his hand. Steve looked at him questioningly, thinking back and humming.

“I mean, like he said, the cat’s kinda out of the bag,” Steve said, shrugging before Eddie’s eyes widened and he snapped his fingers.

“I have an idea! We record a video to add to the Tour Diary thing!” he suggested excitedly, and Steve raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think we’re allowed to post that kind of video on YouTube, Eds,” Steve deadpanned, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Not a video like that, you horny asshole, like a normal video. Maybe like, the interview bit we do?” Eddie suggested, and Steve grinned.

“That sounds perfect,” Steve hummed, and Eddie quickly crawled to the end of the bed to grab his phone off the floor.

❖

The next Tour Diary opened with the band goofing off on the bus and getting a shot of the Chicago skyline. There were little scenes interspersed of them filming the documentary, but mostly it was just them being best friends.

There were surprisingly few Cringefail Eddie videos, but the Steeeeve Spotting montage started with a video from the concert, with the whole arena wailing Steve’s name. Then it cut to the VIP meet-and-greet, with Steve and Eddie sitting on the couch together. Steve’s face was obscured by some kind of filter.

“So before anyone asks, I spent a whole hour yassifying Steve to hide his identity before I found out he’d already gone fucking viral on Twitter and TikTok, but then I apparently overwrote the original video file, so he’s staying yassified,” Gareth explained tiredly in a voice over.

The video goes through several other moments, including Grant and Chrissy each struggling to knit what looked like scarves, Gareth climbing the side of a building while Chrissy yelled at him, and Jeff raiding the candy in the lounge at Steve’s hotel.

Near the end, the video cut to a super close-up view of a deep blue comforter before the camera shifted away to focus on Steve.

He was lying in the bed, obviously at the very least shirtless, the comforter covering him from the waist down. Steve’s hair was wild and a touch damp with sweat, and hickeys littered the skin of his throat and chest. One of his fingers idly rubbed one of the long scars under his pecs, as if absently pointing at them (the motion had been deliberate and bitchy, and Eddie couldn’t help but kiss him about it after).

“Okay, first question, the masses are dying to know,” Eddie started, and Steve rolled his eyes playfully. “In a zombie apocalypse, what would be your weapon of choice?”

Steve frowned, laughing softly. “I dunno, a baseball bat?” he replied, and Eddie groaned.

“That’s so boring, Stevie, c’mon,” he pushed, and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Okay, fine, a baseball bat with nails in it,” he amended, and Eddie groaned in a completely different tone.

“Now, that’s way hotter. Excellent answer. Next question,” Eddie said, humming thoughtfully while Steve grinned at him beyond the camera. “Would you rather… fight one moose-sized raccoon, or a hundred raccoon-sized moose? Mooses? Meese?”

“Babe, I think you’re underestimating how big moose are—”

“I’m pretty sure the plural is meese, Steve.”

“It’s really not—”

“Answer the question, Steve!” Eddie interrupted and Steve laughed out loud.

“Fine… moose-sized raccoon?” he answered, trying to suppress his grin a bit.

Eddie hummed thoughtfully. “Inch-resting, okay, next question…” Eddie trailed off. “Okay, if I somehow switched bodies with your best friend, and the only way to get us switched back was to fuck one of us, who would you choose?”

“Babe, what the hell kind of question—I have to text Robbie and ask if that’s an okay question to answer first,” Steve said with a snort, and in the video, he picked up his phone and started texting someone.

The camera turned to face Eddie at an uncomfortably close and unflattering angle as he said, “Gareth, edit this out if she says no.”

When the camera turned back to Steve, he motioned for Eddie to continue. “Ask more questions while we wait for her to answer,” he insisted, and Eddie laughed.

“Okay… would you still love me if I was a worm?” he asked, and Steve’s expression turned so fond and adoring, if a bit baffled.

“Of course. I would give you your own personal compost bucket with all the best food waste,” Steve promised so sincerely, Eddie let out a bark of startled laughter.

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie grumbled, and the camera got pressed into the comforter as he obviously bent over to kiss Steve noisily.

“Next question, would you rather pee a little every time you sneeze, or get a light nosebleed every time you flip a light switch?” Eddie asked as he straightened up and Steve groaned.

“What are these questions, Eds—?”

“This is literally the bit. This is literally what this bit is, Steve.”

“I’ve watched the bit! I know you know how to ask normal questions—”

“Answer the question, Steve!”

“Fine, I’d rather pee a little every time I sneeze!”

There’s a long bout of silence where Steve stared at Eddie behind the camera, his mouth fighting to smile as he tried to keep a severe frown, until they both burst into laughter. When they settled back down after a few seconds, Steve’s phone vibrated, and he glanced at it.

“Got the okay to answer that question; I’d fuck you,” Steve answered easily, and Eddie snorted.

“Wait, me as in my body, or me as in me in your best friend’s body?” Eddie asked, and Steve smirked.

“Next question,” Steve said, gesturing for Eddie when he didn’t right away.

“Fine… would you rather accidentally eat a worm or a toenail clipping?” Eddie asked, the pout obvious in his voice.

“Jesus, Eds, uhm… a worm,” Steve replied, and Eddie gasped dramatically.

“I thought you loved me! Even as a worm!” he cried dramatically, and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, ‘course I do, Eds. I already wanna eat you right up, so…” Steve trailed off, somehow both sincere and suggestive, and Eddie let out a weird sort of choking sound.

“Babe, you can’t just admit to being into vore on the—”

“God, shut up, Eds,” Steve moaned, covering his eyes as he laughed.

“Three more questions,” Eddie declared, and Steve took a deep breath and lowered his hands.

“What was your favourite part of the last three days?” Eddie asked, and Steve’s expression turned soft.

“I think it’s a tie between you saying you loved me and falling asleep with you in my arms,” Steve admitted, and Eddie let out a soft, surprised sound.

“Oh my god, okay, uhm,” Eddie stumbled, and Steve’s soft grin widened. “Okay, do you prefer cuddling or kissing?”

Steve frowned. “Can I say both?”

“Nope! Gotta choose one!” Eddie said cheerfully and Steve sighed.

“Cuddling,” he answered after a bit, and the camera jostled a lot before it was set up so that it was propped up on something and facing them as they snuggled in close to each other.

The camera didn’t stay facing them for long as it slid slowly until it was staring up at the ceiling.

“Last question,” Eddie said in a low voice that was immediately followed by a small gasp from Steve. “What is one of your biggest wishes?”

There was a long pause before Steve asked, “Real answer or funny answer?”

“Real,” Eddie insisted quickly, and Steve chuckled quietly.

“For you to move to Chicago after your tour,” Steve said softly, just barely loud enough for the mic to catch. There was a noticeable cut in the video, because when it came back, still staring at the ceiling, the natural lighting in the room had changed a lot.

“Okay, give me the funny answer now, loverboy,” Eddie said, sounding a bit breathless.

Steve could be heard laughing loudly, but it was muffled, as if his face was pressed into a pillow or something. “I just got that wish, too,” Steve said, and the video ended as he laughed under an onslaught of noisy, wet, smacking kisses.

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janiedean · 11 months ago

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hiii I hope you're doing well! I have a question for you since I'm getting into Bon Jovi: which albums would you recommend the most?

HELLO HELLO HELLO and I hope you're doing well too! I'm... trudging on let's put it like that but it could be worse T_T thank you though T_T

that saif FIRST OF ALL CONGRATS ON GETTING INTO THE BEST BAND IN THE WORLD I ACCEPT NO OTHER OPINION, for the rest I'mma just rank you everything, top three is imvho THE ONES YOU *NEED* TO HAVE DON'T PASS FROM GO DON'T COLLECT THE TWENTY DOLLARS, top five is top five from the rest on it's my personal opinion and I already warn I have an absolute hot take opinion wrt what's not in top three but anyway if you end up liking them in general no album is lost uwu, after top five I'm rating the others without doing the chart

SO WITH NO FURTHER ADO

THESE DAYS: 10000000/10 BEST ALBUM EVER IN EXISTENCE SURELY BEST BON JOVI ALBUM TOPS I ACCEPT NO OTHER OPINION no okay in existence is obviously my opinion but: imvho 90s bj were the peakest peak and these days is a masterpiece - best lyrics they ever put out, best music, best everything, these days the song is my single favorite song in existence, I haven't ever played a record as much in my entire life, there isn't ONE single song that doesn't work and jbj was at his peak vocally too and the fact that most ppl never heard my guitar lies bleeding in my arms and think bj is basic cheap stuff haunts me at night

keep the faith: 10/10 second best, as stated 90s bon jovi were the peak and this one would be my fave if these days didn't exist but like this one also has no song I don't know at molecular level, has a bunch of bangers, has bed of roses aka best ballad ever bye I'm a bed of roses truther and most of all it has dry county which is the other song I am haunted at night by not being general knowledge by the general public and it's a complete masterpiece 10 minutes of perfection but like it's all bangers and half of them are so fun also i want you most underrated ballad ever

new jersey: 10/10 best record bon jovi put out in the 80s and I'll die on this hill (yes my hot take is that slippery when wet has nothing on new jersey come at me idc) it shows that they have the best range, homebound train/wild is the wind are underrated gems, living in sin has the best vocals, bad medicine is the banger to end all bangers, born to be my baby is <333 and I'm also a stick to your guns truther even if no one remembers it exists but like new jersey is just so FUN I love it okay (so like THESE are the three bj records I think everyone should have but I'm also a crossroads advocate in the sense that it was a very decent best of until 1994 and it has someday I'll be saturday night which is one of my top five bj songs overall and I mean... I'm a 'demo always is better than released always' truther but I mean IT'S ALWAYS but it's not an ALBUM so we're gonna move over to...)

crush: 9.5/10 YES I PUT CRUSH ABOVE SLIPPERY WHEN WET THAT'S MY HOT TAKE BUT: it was my first bon jovi record ever, I think it's tbf the best they put out in the 2000s, it's my life is what hooked me for life and it's also like a very good album in the first place, it has the ballads, it has the bangers, it has the quality, there's no fillers and I'mma still say save the world is the best ballad they put out since 2000 onwards but like next 100 years has great guitar, I <3 two story town too not counting the beginning three which HELLO ALL BANGERS so yeah I'mma go with crush

slippery when wet: 9/10 okay tldr slippery is a GREAT record it has basically ALL bangers and there's absolutely nothing bad I can say about it and it's the best of their hair metal phase but like I've heard the hits so many times I can sing you livin on a prayer in my sleep and the ones I like best are the three that weren't singles also i prefer the lyrics in the post slippery records in general but yeah it's top five

for the rest, in order:

self-titled debut from 1984: I mean I'd give it a fair 6/10, runaway is a banger and I love shot through the heart but it's hair metal to the core and it's basically all around (1) hit so not what I'd start from if you're listening to them in 2024

7800 degrees fahrenheit: 6/10 too, it's an okay record but again if you're into hair metal you'll prob enjoy it if you're not it's fun but tbf slippery when wet was a complete jump of quality

bounce: I think ppl sorta evaluated it negatively since it came out for idk what reason and idk I think it was when people started being like EH THEY'RE CHEESY THEY SUCK but it had some very strong pieces when it came to slamming you with good solos, the ballads had admittedly cheesy lyrics but I'm a sap and love me back to life/open all night never fail to hit with me, the distance and right side of wrong were splendid and admittedly postcards from the wasteland which was imvho the best one was a bonus track so IDEK WHAT THEY WERE THINKING but for me it was a solid 7.5/10

have a nice day: absolute banger of a record 8/10 idc, who says you can't go home best banger, i am best ballad I've cried over that song an embarrassingly amount of times, the title track was GREAT, last man standing same and tbf the only thing I don't like about this record is that they never did the who says you can't go home duet song with keith urban because man I'd have paid to hear that

lost highway: I have no idea how ppl feel about this record but as a person who loves country music to a ridiculous degree bon jovi doing a country record was a total joy for me and I'mma 8/10 it because it's great it's fun the title track is honestly a joy to listen to and fine cheesy lyrics but who gaf it's part of the fun

the circle: honestly a solid record, 7/10 because I liked bounce better back in the day but it holds on, has bangers, the cheese is on point (idc superman tonight is how you do cheesy songs), not 90s level but pretty good

what about now: this one is 50/50 like the good (because we can, the fighter and amen at least) is excellent and the meh is not their best and as usual the best stuff is in the bonus songs but like tbf you could feel the sambora split was incoming, I'mma rate it 6.5 because I'd casually listen to it more than the first two but of all the post 80 ones where sambora was in it's arguably the worst

burning bridges: I mean it's not a full on album because it's all previously unpublished tracks they did to finish the contract with the previous label so it's like not exactly coherent but admittedly the tracks are all pretty good, we don't run was a banger but all of the others were p okay and admittedly burning bridges-the-song is a level of spite that should be rated 10/10 just for that, but like overall it's a 7, nice but not fundamental

this house is not for sale: listen if ppl thought they were done without sambora they were wrong and I'mma 7.5/10 this because it's solid, has very nice songs, tbf it's a breath of fresh air wrt sound and I think the latter half like songs 8-12 is like REALLY really good no filler no mood going down def very nice

bon jovi 2020: idk why people didn't go OMG WHAT on this record but like....... 8/10 absolutely great FINALLY they went back to the more socially aware these-days-time lyrics except even more, FINALLY they went back to 5+ minutes songs and it only suffers that limitless was like the first single and it's the only meh song imvho but american reckoning is TRULY something, blood in the water and unbroken are wow, do what you can was the song I needed in covid times, lower the flag was like REALLY good anyone who's like THESE PPL ARE SO GUNG HO AMERICA hasn't heard that probably and like I thought it was really good def the best lyrically since these days and in general since have a nice day

that's for regular albums now for the extra that you get just when you're graduated to I AM A BON JOVI AFICIONADO AND I WANT EVERYTHING:

100.000.000 bon jovi fasn can't be wrong is like... 4 records of b-sides and each of them is on new jersey level singularly for me so take it as you will but if you're a thorough person it's 10000/10 XD

this left feels right is alternative arrangements, some are very good some are whatever but the slow blues version of you give love a bad name was a win

one wild night live is a p decent live record tho if you want the best just get the live from london 1995 dvd with ALL the songs not just the first one they put out because that one is like mindblowingly good

also sorry i'm really being verbose but when I discuss bon jovi I'm what I am so.. SOLO RECORDS SMALL SIDES:

blaze of glory aka jbj's first solo record: listen the movie it was made for (young guns ii?) was forgettable and a soundtrack for a movie that bad had no right being this good but honestly it's a goddamned masterpiece, the songs are all amazing and every time i listen to santa fe/justice in the barrel one after the other I'm just like WHY DID YOU STICK THESE SONGS IN A SOLO RECORD FOR THAT MOVIE MAN anyway 9/10 I love blaze of glory

destination anywhere aka jbj's second solo record: my friends my romans my countrymen my nickname has been janiesomething since I was 12 because of a song on that record so like... you know XD but it's just really really good, it has VERY nice lyrics, no cheese anywhere, the sound itself is really refined imvho and I'mma 9.5/10 it idc I absolutely wholly recommend jbj's solo records they're both great

stranger in this town aka richie sambora's first solo record: excellent if you're into blues music also has some really great songs (ballad of youth in my heart) and a great wind cries mary cover song but like it's admittedly really good 8/10

undiscovered soul aka richie sambora's second solo: less hard than the previous but still has quite the bangers, I really enjoyed it, has some p. nice ballads (some ARE cheesy but it's good cheese so) and idk I got it when I was 13 and I listened to it an entire summer I have very nice memories tied to it I'd 8/10 it too

I can't say shit abt to the third because I pre-ordered it before he quit bon jovi, I received it A YEAR AND A HALF LATER after he quit bj so I was pissed at him and listened to it once so sorry can't recommend or not XD

... tldr: these days/keep the faith/new jersey/crush/slippery + crossroads for basics and if you want to have just the best and what I'd personally recommend getting if you want to just start, the rest is rated if you want more XD

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ellieloverr · 1 year ago

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My Strange addiction P. 4

Warning ⚠ Language, Body Image Issues, making out, Teasing ⚠

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Ellie's eyes looked at you in worry. Your eyes departed suddenly by the buzzing of your phone. It was your alarm for bed but you didn't fell right going to bed with Ellie injured badly. You turned your alarm off and got up and went to go find the alcohol pads for Ellie so she won't get an Infection. You found them in Jesse's room. You got on your knees in front of Ellie and held her face still. She flinched because it had stung .

It's alright I'm almost done.

Once you were done you handed Dina a rag to dry her cut on her forehead.

I'mma head out I have work early in the morning

Yea ok I'll be there in a bit

Be safe kid

Bye

You walked out of Jesse's apartment and by the time you were in bed Dina had came back. You couldn't sleep knowing that Ellie was hurt badly. You decided to go for a walk around your neighborhood. You grabbed a sweater and but on sweat pants. You grabbed your phone and head phones and played "BAGS" by clario.

You came back from your walk and Dina was already asleep so you couldn't talk to her. You really wanted to stay up but you knew you couldn't because you have work at 5:00AM. You eventually went to sleep.

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In the morning you had about 10 more minutes before you could clock out. You were doing cashier and serving because the cashier had went out sick.

You were at the cash register an you were looking for your note pad for serving. A customer walks in.

Welcome to 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦'𝑠 𝐶𝑎𝑓e how may I assist y-

Your words are cut off as you look up. It was Ellie.

Hey princess so I heard your a servant?

Very funny Ellie, what do you want?

That's no way to talk to a customer pretty girl.

Ellie hurry the fuck up I have to serve to.

Fine whatever you say m'lady, a matcha smoothie.

Whatever, what size?

Hm how tall are you again?

Wow love the jokes williams. Get her a small please.

What you doing tomorrow?

Nothing why?

Movie night tomorrow is Saturday

Oh shit right I forgot uh sure I'll go.

You didn't forget you just had a lot on your mind. You could see Ellie's cut on her forehead and her bandaged knuckles from that night. You hand Ellie her drink and she gives you that stupid smirk she always does before leaving the shop.

As soon as you get home you Immediately call Jesse because you guys were supposed to meet at a diner tonight. He said that you guys might have to go a little early because he has to set up movie night for tomorrow. You had classes in an hour so you had to hurry and change from your work clothes into baggie jeans with a regular black long sleeved shirt with your favorite shoes to go to class. After your class ended you had sat in the quad under a shady tree sketching while softly singing "Billie Bossa Nova". You didn't notice that you were sketching out a picture of Ellie untill you added the hair. You kept sketching her though because it was the only thing that was keeping you from getting anxious. Your phone had buzzed, it was a text from Jesse.

Jess 💕

Yo what diner you want to go to????

Idk you can pick I ate earlier so I'm probably gonna just get smth to drink

No you didn't ik your schedule kid you had work earlier and you never bring lunch to your job

Fuckin stalker

Fine I'll pick but you are eating ok miss I'm in love with Ellie Williams.

What?! I don't love her Jess she's a friend that I like as a F R I E N D.

Uh huh sure whatever loser I'll see u in a bit bye

Read 11:20PM

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As you walk back to your apartment all you can think about is Ellie. What is wrong with me? What is she doing to me? Those thoughts filled your head. Once you got home you opened the door and all there was in that room was smoke.

What the fuck? D you didn't fucking tell me Ellie was here?!

Oops sorry babe I forgot to tell you

Bullshit.

You wanted to go to a Billie eilish concert with somebody but you didn't know who because you had two tickets that arrived yesterday. You wanted to ask Dina but she was really busy. You couldn't ask Jesse because the day that you are going he is visiting his parents. Suddenly a new idea popped in your head. Dina had left to go get groceries.

Ellie

Yes m'lady?

Getting funnier. You wanna go to a concert with me?

I was gonna ask Dina but she's really busy around that time.

Thanks for being your first option.

Fuck you. Are you gonna go or no?

Uhm- y-yeah sure.

Alright it's on monday

I'll just go to your apartment when I'm ready.

Wait where is it?

In LA

Holy fuck in another state?!

Yup

Fine I gotta go though I'll see you tomorrow princess

Bye.

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It was the day before the concert and you had just gotten off of work. You were walking home as you noticed you left your keys at your job so you ran back and you bump into somebody.

Fuck-uh-shit I'm so sorry

No worries your just being the good girl you are right princess.

E-ellie?

What other person is being pinned on the floor right now I think just me kid.

You jumped up as you realized you were pinning Ellie on the floor. Your heart was racing, she looked so good that day.

Uh- sorry

It's fine so when are we leaving tomorrow?

What do you mean we are leaving today Ellie

Why?

So we can have somewhere to stay when the concert is over which is going to be very late and I don't want to get on a plane at one in the morning.

Wow-uh ok I'll get my stuff ready then.

As Ellie leaves you exhale in relief because of your thoughts. Why is she doing this to me? Oh no I have to be in a room with her. Why did she look so good? It was all you could think about untill you remembered what you came back for. You grabbed your keys and went back outside and saw some guy trying to beat up Ellie. You knew Ellie was a very good fighter but that means it wouldn't go well either way. You had grabbed Ellie's arm and pulled her into the passenger seat of her car and you grabbed her keys and started driving to your apartment.

What the actual fuck Ellie.

What? He was being a dick.

So? You didn't have to be a dick to.

Fuck you. You don't even know what happened.

Oh yeah?

...

Exactly so shut the fuck up.

You drive Ellie to your apartment sense Jesse's was down stairs you sat Ellie on your bed and got your first aid kit.

Hold this on your hand.

Wh-

Just fucking do it.

You didn't expect the next sentence out of Ellie's mouth which stunned you a bit.

So.. The other night when you forgot your jacket.

Can I ask you why you did it?

Uhm.. Yeah I uh-

if you don't wanna talk abt it you don't have to.

Yeah no I guess I should tell you. Uhm idk I just did it because I was unsatisfied with myself I guess.

Is that it?

No uhm... I did it because if people too but there's just a bunch of reasons why.

Oh I think your ok.

What?

I mean like I think that you'll eventually be ok.

Oh.. Thanks El.

El?

Oh- oh my god I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you that.

Do it again

I'm not calling you that ever again.

Cmon do it again

I said-

Your words were cut off by Ellie's lips pressing onto yours. You gasped while kissing her, you didn't pull back. Her lips were so soft pressed against yours, you didn't want her to leave anymore, it's like you were strangely addicted to her lips now. She was smiling while kissing you. You were pinned on your wall all of a sudden.

Shh shh I got you baby.

She whispered to you while kissing you. You enjoyed having Ellie with you. You enjoyed making out with Ellie, it was like nothing you've ever experienced. Ellie was different she was gentle but demanding. You loved it, you loved her.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠:

𝐴𝑙𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑘 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑦𝑒 💕

𝑃𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐼 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠.

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thessalian · 1 year ago

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Faerun!Alisaie vs Mild Sidetracks

But first, a word from the Flirtation Station

Lae'zel: I would have you in my bed.

Alisaie: Um ... on my plane we start with a nice glass of wine or something? Not ... you know, being rude and insulting? That's going to stay with me.

Lae'zel: Your loss. You will think of me and yearn.

Alisaie: Projecting much?

Lae'zel: ...Perhaps. Yes. Shut up.

Gale: Come check out the Weave with me!

Alisaie: *saturates the Weave with friendship*

Gale: ...Aww...

Shadowheart: ...Sooooo ... I thought maybe...

Alisaie: YES.

Shadowheart: ...That's ... gratifying, but ... we're a little public.

Alisaie: Fair. I just wanted to make sure you knew I have a type.

Shadowheart: And ... that would be...?

Alisaie: Dark-haired serious ones with well-hidden softer sides and the occasional reach into adorkable?

Shadowheart: ..........ilikenightorchids...

Alisaie: Hint. Taken.

Wyll: ...So if I hadn't been so cagey about the dancing thing...?

Alisaie: The world may never know.

Karlach: ...Look, I'd have tried, but I think you probably don't want third-degree burns in places, okay?

Alisaie: Look, whatever happens, we will get that fixed. For now ... you don't hurt yourself, do you?

Karlach: *blush that is nearly impossible to see but threatens to set fire to her tent*

Alisaie: Oh shit right you get kerboomy when excited forget I said anything.

Karlach: Already having the mental images and I think I'mma jump in the lake.

Alisaie: Anywaaaaaaay...

Lake: *gives off HUGE billow of steam*

Alisaie: I'm going to collect some people to go confront Kagha while things calm down...

One successful trip to the Emerald Grove and a side-quest later...

Astarion: Honestly, did you have to do that? You take all the trouble of taking me along to a criminal hideout and then you buy someone's freedom.

Alisaie: Look, you got decent armour out of it; shut up.

Shadowheart: It's not as if she paid the going rate, Astarion.

Wyll: Nor did she respond to the cheek of him asking for drinking money after that.

Alisaie: I mean, honestly, I kind of wanted to blow the whole place up around their ears as I left but-- *winces* Ugh.

Wyll: Ugh; not feeling so well either...

Lae'zel: *grabs Alisaie; puts a blade to her throat* It begins; I will end it.

Alisaie: You ... really don't deal with rejection well, do you?

Lae'zel: Wh-what? No! I mean ... I still have great respect for you! That is why I do this; I am sparing you!

Alisaie: Look, we spent awhile recently wandering a putrid bog; it's probably that. Tone down the murder, please.

Lae'zel: ......Fine. I respect you enough to trust your judgement; mine is clouded at present. Rest. Be assured that I will end it if the turning truly begins.

Alisaie: ...Well, there's a recipe for never sleeping again...

After a bit of dreamscape or whatever

Alisaie: Okay, I have gathered us all up again to talk about last night. Hands up who had the dream about the guardian being saying they wouldn't let us turn into illithids.

Entire Party: *raises hands*

Alisaie: Hands up who wants to describe the guardian being and/or divulge specifics of what they said.

Entire Party: *lowers hands*

Alisaie: Figured. Hands up who's chill about the "learn tadpole powers to save the worlds - as in plural worlds" thing.

Astarion: *raises hand*

Everyone Else: *vacilates dubiously*

Alisaie: Yeah, figured. We'll try to keep it to a minimum but seriously? This is all weird so while I want us to proceed with caution, the occasional poke might be vaguely okay. And the minute we get solid proof that the worlds are in danger if we don't do the thing, all bets are off.

Astarion: ...You got altruism in my quest for power, darling. Most unfair.

Alisaie: Live with it. And be grateful I'm not taking you to deal with the hag. Though honestly there's something I want to do first.

Scratch: *approaches with ball in his mouth*

Alisaie: Okay, fine, two things I want to do first. *chugs a Speak With Animals potion* Yes, Scratch, we can play fetch.

Scratch: Yay!

And, a little later

Wyll: You actually want to talk to the dead man?!?

Alisaie: I mean, those redcaps we murdered probably got the brothers? But I want to know if something else out there is worse than those.

Dead Brother: Not ... sheep...

Alisaie: Wait ... they were baa-ing and seemed to think we should-- They looked like sheep to you?!?

Wyll: I suppose they didn't see through the illusion as we did.

Dead Brother: Don't ... drink ... the water...

Alisaie: *looks at horrible putrid bog* You think?!? Look, just ... tell me if there's anyone I have to tell what happened to you; do you have any family?

Dead Brother: Mother ... brother ... sister ... and soon ... a niece.

Alisaie: ............

Wyll: Oh dear. I know that look.

Alisaie: I have a feeling that lady promised her baby in exchange for resurrecting her husband and it's going to come out ugly and ... yeah, no, why are people this stupid? Some bardic tales are fucking cautionary! Glad Astarion isn't here for this insane act of altruism; let's go.

Wyll: If ... if the world doesn't accept me as I am now? Alisaie? You are Blade of the Frontiers now.

Alisaie: Nope! I will spin epic tales of how you protected an abused refugee at the expense of your very physical form, and how the transformation harrowed your soul with torment, and how it only made you more determined to fight for those who can't fight for themselves, and you'll keep your title. And somewhere in there I am going to get Mizora to give up that pact if I have to make her fucking eat it. Come on; Team Dangerous Company goes to be Big Damn Heroes!

Wyll: .........I never thought I'd actually meet the living embodiment of stubbornness.

Gale: *pats Wyll's shoulder* Just be glad she's on our side.

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aib-au-official · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023

Day 2- Thermometer/delirium/"They don't care about you"

Eight shivered violently beneath the covers as she tried and failed to fall back asleep. She didn’t understand… How could she be feeling so bad when the doctors had said she was well enough to leave the hospital? She’d been eating more healthy foods, and actually taking the time to rest, and making sure the burn on her back was covered at all times. How did she end up sick? Not just that, but how did she end up so sick that she was right back where she started, bedridden and weak and now feeling as if her insides were boiling while the rest of her froze?

Moving hurt. Even turning her head to the side hurt. She tried to slide down farther under the blankets but it was no use. It was too much movement for too little of a result, as she simply could not stop shivering. If she could just sleep, it would all go away for a while. But she couldn’t. She was too hot and too cold at the same time, and far too achey to even think about sleep. If only Pearl and Marina could help… But they didn’t understand what was going on.

“Hey, Eight? You still alive under there?” Pearl asked, her voice muffled from Eight's head being hidden under the blankets. Eight could only respond with a weak groan.

"I'll take that as a no." Pearl joked. She approached the side of Eight's bed and sat down on the edge, "Sorry, girl. I know bein' sick sucks." Eight would've nodded in agreement, but her head hurt too much to move it.

"Lift up your tongue for a sec. Gotta see if that fever's gone down any." Pearl said. Eight did as she was asked and let the petite inkling slip the end of an electronic thermometer in her mouth. A few seconds later when it beeped, Pearl removed it and let out a sigh.

"Shit. Still way too warm…" she muttered, "Hang on, I'mma go see if 'Rina knows any way to cool you down faster. I'll be right back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn't even a minute after Pearl left that Eight finally managed to fall asleep. Yet unlike what she hoped, it was anything but restful. She dreamed she was back down in the Metro, as many of her recent dreams had been. Nightmares, every single one of them.

This time she dreamed she was alone on the dark platform where she'd first awoken. All around her was a sea of that sickly green ink. She stood, unarmed, on the only magenta spot in the area, barely big enough to fit both feet inside of.

"Welcome back, 10,008." The horribly familiar voice of Tartar spoke from somewhere in the room, "This next test is one designed specifically for you, and was meant to be impassable. You were not supposed to survive. Now you will pay for your defiance by joining the other failed test subjects."

One by one, Sanitized Octolings emerged from the Ink until Eight was completely surrounded. Each one had a yellow bracelet and anklet like she did, though the numbers were gone from all of them. Their cold, dead hands groped and grabbed at Eight's body, making her feel like she was burning every time one of them touched her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out for Pearl and Marina, for someone to help her… but her voice wouldn't work. Ice cold and burning liquid stuck to her skin as she was dragged down, down into the deadly green ink.

Eight looked up to see her new friends standing there beside Tartar, who had now appeared in person. They didn’t move to help. They just stood there and watched Eight suffer. A voice, growing louder with each word, spoke inside Eight's head, in her own voice.

They don't care about you.

They hate you.

You're just a burden to them. Always have been.

They don't care.

"Stop fighting." Pearl said.

They don't care.

"You'll only hurt worse. If you struggle." Marina said.

They don't care.

"Let go. Just let go. It's over."

It's over

They don't care

Y o u ' r e b e t t e r o f f d e a d…

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Eight! Stop fighting!" Pearl demanded, struggling to hold down the feverish octoling, even sitting on top of her.

"Please, Eight, you're only going to make it worse by struggling!" Marina begged, "Let go of my hand and just let me—!"

She happened to have some medicine that would provide some relief from the concerningly high fever Eight was running, but it had to be rubbed on the skin and clearly whatever Eight was dreaming about made that impossible.

"Eight! Snap out of it! Wake up! It's just us!" Pearl lightly tapped Eight's cheek in an attempt to gently but quickly rouse her from the nightmare. It took a few tries, but eventually she jerked to the side and her eyes snapped open. Her face was flushed bright red and she was drenched in sweat. She looked absolutely terrified as she tried to remember where she was. When Pearl and Marina's worried faces came into focus, she felt both relief and another wave of panic coming on. She tried to squirm away, but all the strength was gone from her body, and all she could do was lie there as she broke down in tears. All sound was drowned out by her thundering triple heartbeats, and she was shaking even more than she had been before.

"Easy, girl. You're okay." Pearl reached out to comfort her, "It was just a dream."

Eight couldn’t stop herself from lunging at her, throwing her arms around the tiny squid and just letting the tears fall. She was scared. She was sick. She was way too hot (Pearl was nice and cool, though). And her whole body ached worse than anything she recalled feeling before.

"It's okay, Eight. You're safe. And Rina's got some stuff that'll help you feel better." Pearl assured her.

"It's going to feel a little odd, but it should help with the fever for the time being. Then we can figure out what's going on and why the cold medicine isn't working." Marina said. She worried that Eight might have some kind of infection, and that's why regular cold medicine isn't helping much. If that's the case then she and Pearl would need to be careful. But for now all that mattered was helping Eight to not be in pain, and for that, simply dealing with the fever would hopefully be sufficient.

#splatoon #adventures in inkopolis and beyond #whumptober 2023 #emily 'eight' (8)#agent 8 #marina ida #pearl houzuki

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Of course mother nature would decide to hit me when things start to heat up physically 😤

OH WELL. LET'S GO.

Warnings: A NSFW gif was used for a reaction near the end, so please be careful reading my live commentary while in public! 😘

♡ But it did, when Tommy grabbed you by the hair out of your makeup chair and threw you into the wall.

AYE. NO. BAD TOMMY. *spray bottle* BAD. *swats with newspaper* D<

♡ You couldn't react, head ringing after it left a small indent in the drywall. Unlike before, you didn't try to stand. Make him work for his second hit. And he did. Leaning down he yanked you off the ground by your arm and dragged you to your feet.

Oh, shit. Bad Tommy, indeed. 😬

♡ "You're gonna take whatever meetings I make until that money is back." He let go of you and turned to leave but changed his mind. Coming back, he swung his fist and clocked you on the left side of your face.

Welp. This calls for more drastic measures.

OH TOOOOMMMMYYYYYYY~

♡ "I worked really hard for you!" He shouted, jerking his shoulders out from under the hands of the other performers. What was he talking about? You hadn't discussed any of this, asked for any thing from him. "I waited for a high roller for you. Real classy guy. Just wanted a private show! That was it!" He spit, "No, every Tom, Dick, and Harry is welcome now to ask for your time."

WELL SHIT. I KNOW YOU WARNED US AHEAD OF TIME BUT GODDAMN. But srsly, one of the things I love in writing is when an author can make your blood boil as much as your nethers quiver, and HAZEL. FUCKING. DELIVERED. still wanna stab Tommy though

♡ "Alastor." It fell from your mouth like a lead balloon.

Never mind. He's got this. I'mma enjoy the show, though. 🍿

♡ "Are you unhappy to see me, dear? Did I overstep by coming by unannounced?" You hadn't heard him worried before, it pained you.

NEVER, BABY. D':

♡ You sighed, and explained, "Tommy, the manager, he's been shifting tactics for bringing in money because he owes some big bads a lot of debt. Private shows with performers that sometimes get hands on...," his hands stopped moving but his eyes didn't meet yours, "I never asked to be included in it. I wouldn't o it. I was rude to a man Tommy introduced me to and I ran off Saturday. Yada yada. He got me as soon as I got to work."

*offers bat*

♡ "Not about what you need, dear, it's about what he deserves."

PREACH.

♡ You searched his face for some kind of discernible emotion but found none. Those constricted pupils again, an animal staring back at you from behind a pair of glasses. There was no reason to ask him, it was obvious what was going to happen. Did you want to stop it?

*points up* No.

♡ Did you want to see it? Alastor at work?

YES, PLEASE.

♡ "The extra clothes can go anywhere out of sight." He leaned down, kissing your forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow."

T-that's against the rules! Who said you could make my heart flutter like that?!

♡ He paused, one leg already in the car and his back to you, "No. I'm doing it for everyone."

LIAR. YOU CAN'T DEMAND HONESTY AND THEN LIE SO BLATANTLY.

♡ Tommy found you the second you were back in the room, hand pressing too hard on the bruises he left on your arm. "You have a meeting tomorrow after your show. If you don't show up," he yanked you close, putrid breath of dead teeth you'd never been bothered by before this moment and bad booze assaulting your senses, "I will fucking kill you."

Oh, don't worry. We'll be there. now get your ass breath out our faces

♡ Disgust, "Jesus, Skye, I was gone like, 5 minutes." She shrugged. "Why does everyone think - is everyone fucking their daddies* in the side street?" She nodded. "Well, I'm not."

Honey, don't pretend like you wouldn't. You would. You were ready to do it the other night. We all were.

♡ However there was a sense of dread when you lied in bed that night. The excitement of getting closer to Alastor had melted into the fear there was no going back from this.

Babygirl, don't be afraid. I know it's scary because it's foreign, it's the unknown, but trust me. Going back would be worse. just let Alastor show the love he so clearly feels for you in his own little weird homicidal way!

♡ "What's the occasion? Apology dinner?" The woman fidgeted with the hangers while looking at you.

OKAY, THIS. ANYONE IN THIS POSITION OR HAS BEEN THERE, DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR ANYTHING OR TALK TO VICTIMS IN A MANNER THAT SUGGESTS THEY'RE AT FAULT. Also I love that you put this bit in there, the fact that abuse was and still is danced around like it's not a problem. A willingness to discuss dark/taboo topics in any capacity always endears me even more to a story/author. Actually, I'll be covering similar topics like this in later chapters of Haunted, so I'mma just leave it at that for now. Otherwise this is gonna turn into a literal essay. 😂 But seriously, don't.

♡ Taking a second, you got to work. You opened the canvas and slid it under the bed, the smallest bit of edge sticking out for easy retrieval. Dizzy with the quickly settling reality of what you were doing, you sat on the floor for a moment. Trying to calm your breathing, you closed your eyes.

Edit: Reread this react and realized it sounds like I was telling YOU not to do it, and I just wanted to clarify I'm not. It wasn't directed at anyone, just said as like a general rule of thumb, if that makes any sense? I'm so sorry if that's how this came off 🥺

Awh, just some pre-murder jitters. Don't worry, darling, Alastor's got you. 😘

♡ A dry laugh, "Ya know how it is. They gotta act like they don't like it so people still respect 'em."

Ew. Just ew. I'm gonna enjoy what I HOPE is coming next. Also, you didn't answer the question, you POS.

♡ Alastor yanked his head back to look him squarely in his eyes, "Wrong answer." He pushed him down onto his stomach, "Come on Tommy. I like when my victims fight a little, too." Sensing the taller man towering over him with the knife, Tommy scrambled onto his back to look at Alastor. Tommy started shouting, "Hey!! Someone!" But there was no one to hear him. That was the beauty of the space he always brought his dates to; it was too loud to hear anyone scream.

What's the matter, Tommy boy? Can't take what you dish out?

♡ Alastor pushed through, metal sinking into Tommy's throat. No pause, he withdrew and sank it again and again. Tommy's hands fell from Alastor's face, flailing slightly at his neck before slumping down. He was frenzied, stabbing at his chest and upward with wide eyes. You recognized those constricted pupils. They made sense in this setting. Alastor was panting, taking a second to split the skin from ear to ear in the middle of his melee.

And just double checking - the last bit, did you mean he cut Tommy's face? 'Cause that would be AMAZING and just makes this 10x better, and it's a personal headcanon of mine for Al's human life now, too~

♡ Alastor took off his bowtie, then his shirt. It took you a second, not realizing what was happening until he began to unbuckle his belt. "Now?!"

♡ He laughed, embarrassing you a little, "No it isn't that." His face nuzzled into your neck, "You'd go to hell? For me?"

Baby you have no idea what I would do for you. I'm going to hell, anyway, so why not? no more talkie-talk, we've waited long enough

♡ "I'll be sure to fill your afterlife with jazz every day, dear."

♡ His head came to rest on your collarbone with a shaky sigh. Had you said something wrong? "Please, you're already pushing me to my limit."

HNNNGGGHH-- the absolute HUNGER that I have for a needy Alastor, holy shit 😩❤

♡ He removed his underwear, watching you unbutton your dress and pulling your arms free. Your bra, garter, and stockings were still on. Somehow he found it more scandalous than if you were completely naked.

Honestly, same. It just speaks to me, like you were so lost in the moment you couldn't remove all of your clothing? The need was that great? YES. PLEASE.

♡ With a few shallow thrusts, he was fully sunk into you. You may have let out a cry. An emptiness you hadn't clocked was suddenly gone. Was this what Zeus meant when he said the two souled humans were too powerful and tore them apart to weaken them?

AHHHHHH-- LOVE THIS REFERENCE. A++, HAZEL 👌😍

♡ He began to move in earnest, thrusting in and out slowly. You had expected the frantic moves of a horny virgin. Instead he was moving with control, hips rolling into you like waves gentle and steady where the lake met land, not slamming like many men before him.

slfkjslkw-- Hazellllll~ You got me wanting to explore the softer side of sex with Alastorrrr~ I love your euphemisms toooooo~

♡ Languid moves. Swollen cockhead hitting the bottom of your walls, the top, the end, pushing still a little further. "I'm sorry," Alastor leaned down over you, kissing at your jawline, "For making you wait so long for so little." His rhythm picked up then, burying himself deeper into your sopping cunt and dragging out enough to pull back that quiver of his release.

There ain't nothing to apologize for, Al~ Also, don't know if this is the image you were going for, but it's what I saw so--

♡ Alastor kissed at the dark circle under your eye, at the bruise of your cheek, he lifted your arm and kissed gently at the purple and blue spots there too. He had lied, and he wasn't sure why, but maybe he'd find the will to admit it to you someday.

The tenderness of this momeeeennnntttt~ My heart is SO full right now! ❤

I WOULD BE AT LEAST TWO CHAPTERS FURTHER IN BUT MY KIDS, MAN. THEY KEEP INTERRUPTING. Love them still, though~ ❤❤❤ Alright, let's see if we can get into part 4 now that they're asleep for the night 😎

A Doe in Fall (Part 3)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦

Part 3 A tragedy

So enraptured with Alastor, you forgot how you left work on Saturday. Tommy didn’t forget. And he made sure you remembered. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for you, your paramour made a habit of helping quicken karma’s balancing act.

「warnings/promises: immediate physical assault (let’s be up front about that), allusions to sexual assaults having happened in the past to non-reader characters, HumanAlastor x FemReader, penetrative sex, Protective Alastor, bruises, somewhat graphic descriptions of murder, mentions to coerced prostitution, sex near a corpse (words that have the FBI watching me), stabbing, knife, bad burlesque names, gambling, my own new HC for the Radio Demon’s origins, another deer reference thanks to @n-after-me , chin quivering, Tommy doesn’t know French and it shows, posted early for @jazzmasternot, wrath」

Minors DNI 🤺

You walked into the theatre for rehearsals with a pep in your step, body still humming. It was like the usual adrenaline rush Alastor brought couldn't fade this time.

But it did, when Tommy grabbed you by the hair out of your makeup chair and threw you into the wall.

You couldn’t react, head ringing after it left a small indent in the drywall. Unlike before, you didn’t try to stand. Make him work for his second hit. And he did. Leaning down he yanked you off the ground by your arm and dragged you to your feet.

“Do you think you’re funny?” He shook you, you were sure you could feel your brain jostle. It was rhetorical, but you replied anyway.

“No, Tommy.”

“No. Exactly.” He backed you up onto the make up table, head pressed into the mirror. “Mr. Wilson was not happy. He pulled his contribution. I know you don’t have that kind of money. Do you know what you’re gonna do?”

His fingers dug into your cheeks, “No.” You genuinely didn’t. He was talking to you like you had been in the loop on whatever it was he had been doing on the side. All of this was as shocking to you as your actions were, apparently, to him.

“You’re gonna take whatever meetings I make until that money is back.” He let go of you and turned to leave but changed his mind. Coming back, he swung his fist and clocked you on the left side of your face.

You didn’t see it, but you heard the other girls running and pulling Tommy off of you, yelling and pleading for him to calm down.

“I worked really hard for you!” He shouted, jerking his shoulders out from under the hands of the other performers. What was he talking about? You hadn’t discussed any of this, asked for any thing from him. “I waited for a high roller for you. Real classy guy. Just wanted a private show! That was it!” He spit, “No, every Tom, Dick, and Harry is welcome now to ask for your time.”

You just held your face, unsure if you had the right makeup to hide the bruise before stage call.

“Well?! Say you’re sorry.”

You considered not saying anything. No response. When you looked at him, you could see the half a dozen other girls staring back at you, just say it. We have to rehearse.

“I’m sorry.” Eyes cast to the floor.

“For what?”

It hurt when you rolled your eyes, “For being ungrateful?”

He shoulder checked a few girls on the way out. A couple came to you.

“He’s got some gambling debt, he’s just using us to get ahead.”

“I have some stuff to cover that up for tonight.”

“He usually cuts us in.”

Tears stung your eyes, you were angry and humiliated. You could work elsewhere, with a little luck. Take a job at a diner out of the area where no regulars would stir up trouble. Maybe leave until Tommy got his debts paid off or whatever was motivating this recent streak of cruelty. But you didn’t want to run away. No one applauded waitresses. Maybe if you made yourself as unattractive as possible, no one would request you. Dirty your teeth, talk about other men, speak crudely.

“What exactly was he talking about?” you asked no one in particular. The girls were quiet for a beat.

“Well ya know, private shows for clients who can afford it.” High pitched and nasal, Florence spoke as she searched her make up station.

“That’s it?” Incredulous.

“Sometimes. You know how it is… woman left alone in a room with a man who has too much money or ego or drink. Doesn’t always stop at a dance.” Minnie had much more experience than you, “It isn’t our jobs. It isn’t normal. But, well, ya heard about New York right? They’re trying to make burlesque outright illegal…”

“Gotta enjoy the art while it’s just misunderstood.” Florence wiped down your mirror before setting her supplies down for you. “Come on, let’s get you fixed up.”

By the time patrons began to stream in, you had blood staining the white of your left eye. Nothing you could do, but maybe at a distance it wouldn’t be noticeable. The bruise under your eye from his fist was easy enough to cover. The contusion from where your right cheek hit the wall was a little harder.

Luckily, the stage offered a buffer of space and the rest of the room was dark.

During your show, you tried to keep your eyes moving so the red sclera never stayed in one place too long. For the first time, the cheers did nothing for you. You felt your chin quiver, fighting back tears. You wanted to scream, to tell them to hate you and leave. Stop fucking clapping.

Ruth was naturally the first to come to you after your performance, “Want me to do the tour with you? Arm in arm around the hall.”

You took her up on the offer. It lightened the load, her taking charge of the conversation when people approached or bought you drinks. Luckily the bartender always poured the performers weak cocktails and watered down liquor to keep their heads on straight.

Ruth’s companionship afforded you precious time to plan, to consider how quickly you could find new work or at least a way out of this.

“What a treat. Two for one. Can I buy you both a drink?”

Ruth turned first to greet the customer, “Ooh yes sir! Gin and tonic, please and thank you. Autumn?” Your stage name drew your attention back to the world, turning finally.

“Alastor.” It fell from your mouth like a lead balloon.

He smiled down at you, his hand offering a little wave, “Hello. Surprise.”

Your face fell, a frown pulling down your chin. It took you too long to recover, batting your eyelashes and turning the corners of your lips up unnaturally.

“So you do have a beau!” Ruth slapped your arm, “I’m Skye, Skye Scraper. Pleasure to meet you, Alastor.” She extended her hand, Alastor planting a kiss on the back of it, concealing his smile at the name.

You tried to keep your eyes on the floor, head turned slightly away from him to obscure the neon sign of an eye shouting, ‘Weak!’

Unfortunately for you, Alastor wasn’t an oblivious man. Unless he was dancing or drunk. “May I have a moment alone with her?” Alastor asked Ruth. Ruth looked to you for your okay, and you just nodded. She gave a little nod of her own to Alastor and slinked away.

“Are you unhappy to see me, dear? Did I overstep by coming by unannounced?” You hadn’t heard him worried before, it pained you.

“No, no! I am… so happy to see you. I just had a long day.” You scanned the room for the darkest area to bring him. A booth would be best, you could keep him on one side of you. You gestured with a nod of your head.

“Ah, I kept you out too late.” Alastor didn’t move.

“Not at all, come on let’s sit down.” You reached back for his hand without looking at him, but when you pulled he still didn’t move. He remembered the way you pulled at the hand of that man in the alley the first night you met. Desperate to escape somewhere.

“Is there a reason you won’t look at me?”

Lie.

“Uh, no, I’m just embarrassed about this heavy stage makeup.”

Alastor paused, hand slipping from yours to adjust his sleeves. It was a nervous action, an attempt to self soothe, but you didn’t know that. “I should have asked before coming.”

“Alastor, it’s not…,” you kept your eyes down at your hands.

“Then look at me.”

Would he think you were incapable of protecting yourself? His pity would kill you. Perhaps he would decide a second rate burlesquer wasn’t worth making time for anymore.

You could intentionally wound him, say you don’t want to see him so he leaves. But that sword was double edged and you weren’t sure you’d survive that either. You weren’t making it out of this.

You finally looked at him. He leaned in, “What happened to your eye?” A slender finger gently tilting your chin upward.

Lie.

You thought too long for an answer. Why were you getting worse at lying? It used to be one of your best shields and swords but now you were so slow on the draw you were left defenseless. Vulnerable. His hand took yours, gently pulling you into the lobby and through the glass doors of the theatre.

Under the bright lights of the marquee and the street lamps, Alastor inspected your face. He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief, wetting it in his mouth before wiping the makeup off of your under eye.

“Alastor, people are staring.”

His eyes fell down, soft hands lifting your arm where a bruise was already formed. You hadn’t noticed that one.

“What happened?” He wasn't looking at you when he said it, instead cautiously wiping the makeup off your cheeks in search of more marks.

“The truth or wh-“

“Always. Never give me anything else.”

You sighed, and explained, “Tommy, the manager, he’s been shifting tactics for bringing in money because he owes some big bads a lot of debt. Private shows with performers that sometimes get hands on…,” his hands stopped moving but his eyes didn’t meet yours, “I never asked to be included in it. I wouldn’t do it. I was rude to a man Tommy introduced me to and I ran off Saturday. Yada Yada. He got me as soon as I got to work.”

Alastor didn’t reply, just turned on his heels and marched back into the theater. You chased after him, “I don’t need you to fight my battles!” You tried to get in front of him but he walked right past you.

“Not about what you need, dear, it's about what he deserves.”

Alastor asked the bartender for Tommy, who pointed to the short but stocky man talking to a group of guests. Alastor approached so quickly Tommy didn’t have time to greet him, instead just backing up until he fell ass first into a booth. Alastor boxed him in, one hand on the wall and one on the table, towering over Tommy as he sat.

“I hear you sell dancers by the night.”

You paced the lobby nervously. Would you be fired? What would Alastor say? Would Tommy hit him, too?

He re-emerged, “Come to my car, please.” He didn't stop walking as he said it.

You followed a few blocks down to his car, parked on the street. He opened the passenger door for you and closed it behind you. You wanted to ask if you were going somewhere, but thought better of it. A tight u-turn, he pulled the car into the side street where you’d first met each other.

Wordlessly he got out of the car, you opening your door before he could. Popping the trunk, he set the folded canvas inside a paper bag. Checking first, he placed it inside one of the tin trash cans.

You stood, waiting for an explanation.

Finally he stopped and made eye contact with you. “You have a date tomorrow, with me. Bring this to the apartment above the theater before Tommy and I arrive.” Opening your mouth to speak, he didn’t stop to let you add anything. “Preferably near the bed.” He closed the trunk, “Wear red, please.”

You searched his face for some kind of discernible emotion but found none. Those constricted pupils again, an animal staring back at you from behind a pair of glasses. There was no reason to ask him, it was obvious what was going to happen. Did you want to stop it?

Did you want to see it? Alastor at work?

“Okay. On all the points.�� You looked back at the trashcan, “Canvas hidden near the bed. Wear red.”

“The extra clothes can go anywhere out of sight.” He leaned down, kissing your forehead, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Your voice cracked a little, “Wait, you’re leaving already?”

He nodded, “I can’t stay here.” Before getting into his car he turned and added, “Don’t cover the bruises tomorrow. He should see them.”

You nodded in return, “Are you doing this for me?” So quiet you almost hoped he didn’t hear it.

He paused, one leg already in the car and his back to you, “No. I’m doing it for everyone.”

You watched his car light up and leave the alley.

It’s not that you felt abandoned, you felt…. Stranded. You had to go back in there, alone, and put on the normal act but under abnormal conditions.

So it was happening. You hadn’t seen the first time. Just felt it. You didn’t see the second. You were going to actually see a man die. Not just a man, someone you knew. Someone you used to consider a friend of sorts. Before he got into whatever trouble was driving him to act like a flesh peddler. Could you do it? Could you watch a man be killed? Was that even what Alastor had planned?

Tommy found you the second you were back in the room, hand pressing too hard on the bruises he left on your arm. “You have a meeting tomorrow after your show. If you don’t show up,” he yanked you close, putrid breath of dead teeth you’d never been bothered by before this moment and bad booze assaulting your senses, “I will fucking kill you.”

You almost started laughing, bringing your hand to your mouth to hide your smile. “Okay Tommy.”

Fuck it. He was going to die anyway, might as well make it a date.

Ruth saddled up beside you as soon as Tommy was out of earshot, “Look at that smile. Quickie in the alley?”

Disgust, “Jesus, Skye, I was gone like, 5 minutes.” She shrugged. “Why does everyone think — is everyone fucking their daddies* in the side street?” She nodded. “Well, I’m not.”

“Prude.” She joshed before linking your arm in hers again, “We’ve got at least another hour of schmoozing. Tits up!”

Your smile came effortlessly that night, a thrum of excitement keeping you light on your feet. Not excitement for death, but for the very concept of being closer to Alastor. Would you see it happen, in front of you? Or would he have you leave? Either way, you were an active participant with a task list.

He trusted you, even if in a small way. Trust was so rarely given from the people who mattered. Men trusted you often; to be sweet when they tell you they were embarrassed about something, to lie when they ask if you orgasmed, to not steal their cash when they blacked out with their pants still on. Pulling it from strangers was one of your greatest pleasures. But it was easy. You were skilled.

Yet again, like so often now, Alastor was the exception. He didn’t toss himself at your feet. He stood tall in front of you and on his own terms offered you the things you wanted. You didn’t have to pretend to be demure, you didn’t have sit on his lap in silence and nod and laugh. Just yourself, as much as you could allow yourself to exist in the world. No tricks. If his trust was presented wrapped in a bloodied bow, well, you would thank him dearly and wear the ribbon round your neck like a trophy.

Many men spoke to you, but luckily your participation in conversation wasn’t something they really cared about. As they spoke, your eyes were looking past them and into the future.

However there was a sense of dread when you lied in bed that night. The excitement of getting closer to Alastor had melted into the fear there was no going back from this.

Something in your chest stung, a thorn growing from somewhere unknown. Three encounters (that he knew of) and already it seemed your thoughts were more Alastor than yourself. No person had ever made such an impression before. You didn’t like it, but it made you happy. Which is why you didn’t like it. Tying your happiness to another person was a reckless thing to do. You’d seen your mother and half sister both use a man’s attention as a replacement for being happy with themselves and it made them brittle and hollow.

Thinking of what would happen the following night, oddly, you were reminded of losing your virginity. You were a “late bloomer” and were terrified you’d never be you again after. Like something would be taken from you. You fell asleep to that thought, of what you’d lose.

Then you woke, uncharacteristically early, feeling none the bit rested. No dreams. No nightmares. A few seconds of darkness and suddenly it was morning. With the extra time you had you wandered into a department store before going to the theater.

When a sales woman approached you, asking what you were looking for, you were too tired lie.

“A red dress.” You didn’t have the makeup at home to cover your marks, and gave up being worried about it.

Unfortunately, it seemed it wasn’t so odd of a sight; a woman with a black eye.

“What’s the occasion? Apology dinner?” The woman fidgeted with the hangers while looking at you.

You grimaced, “No, a murder.”

She howled, “You are a hoot! Don’t we wish, huh? Let me pull you some options.”

You put the dress on the top of the paper bag, having hidden it under your make up table the previous night. Your fingers were trembling, applying your makeup needing deep breaths and concentration.

“Ruth, can you do my lips?” You turned and handed her the brush.

“The eye looks better.” She took your chin in her hand and painted your mouth a pretty shade of red.

“Thank you.” You offered her a smile but she didn't let go, “What?”

“You ever seen a cornered raccoon? Like one got in the house and your mom boxed it into a corner with a broom?”

A nod, yes, actually, you had.

“Who’s got the broom?” She asked. You knitted your brow, not understanding. “Who’s got you in a corner? Is it Tommy?”

You took your chin back, deep breaths. “No brooms. No corners. Just rattled still from last night.” Not a lie, surprisingly. “You thought of a raccoon? Really? Is it because of the eye?”

When you took your bow for the evening and turned to escape the stage lights for the darkness of backstage, you found Tommy leaning just outside the dressing room.

“Get changed, doors unlocked upstairs. Room 504.”

Grabbing the paper bag you ran through your mental checklist. Wear red, take off your make up, hide the canvas by the bed. An odd to-do list for murder.

The theater had two floors of modest apartments above it, the owners keeping two of the open for the theater’s use. One was for the owners should they ever visit New Orleans, and the other was multi use. Storage and a crash pad for performers or Tommy when he worked late.

The bag crinkled as you hugged it, looking over the small apartment. Boxes, decorations, a modest kitchen and a bed. The bathroom was quite large, a tub and shower head. Was this where the other performers went?

Why hadn’t anyone said anything sooner? Why didn’t anyone leave yet?

Taking a second, you got to work. You opened the canvas and slid it under the bed, the smallest bit of edge sticking out for easy retrieval. Dizzy with the quickly settling reality of what you were doing, you sat on the floor for a moment. Trying to calm your breathing, you closed your eyes.

The fear of the unknown was suffocating you. There was a possibility Alastor failed and ended up hurt. Or, that he changed his mind and Tommy left you two to just hold hands on the bed for a sex-appropriate amount of time.

You patted your thighs and stood up. No time now for a panic attack. Alastor had a change of clothes in the bag, neatly folded and tied in twine. They were set onto the shelf above the closet.

And finally, yourself. Your dress was on and you stopped to wipe the make up off your face in the bathroom mirror. Still bruised, still nasty. The dress was nice though, carrying some of the weight for your battered mug. Red cotton, sailor neck and little gold buttons down the front. Flashy, brighter than the dark number you usually wore.

Would he like it? Most men looked for how a dress accentuated your curves (or hid them) but you had a feeling Alastor didn’t care so much about that.

You took your seat at the edge of the bed, thin mattress sagging from your weight.

The clock ticked, until finally the door opened and you saw something you hadn’t seen before and knew you’d never see again. Tommy and Alastor.

“Here she is. Autumn, this is Mr. Cerf. He's asked I stay in the apartment, apparently word of your attitude already spread among the upperclass.” Tommy wagged his finger at you in a playful way that was entirely out of place.

“Look at her. Pouting. Not very excited, is she?” Alastor smiled at you, softly. You felt for a second that maybe you entirely misunderstood. He looked calm, normal. Even peaceful.

“It’s always nice when they fight a little. But she won’t cause you any trouble.” Tommy patted Alastor’s back, who immediately shirked away.

“Do you like it when women try to fight you off, Tommy?”

A dry laugh, “Ya know how it is. They gotta act like they don’t like it so people still respect ‘em.”

A hum. Alastor’s smile falling entirely. A shadow settled over his face. “I see. That does make things easier.” He slipped on his short black gloves. “I always tell her she looks lovely in red. She rarely listens to me, but I’m happy to see she did tonight. It’s a special occasion.”

Once, you thought. You didn’t listen once.

Tommy nervously chuckled, looking from Alastor then to you, “What?” Alastor grabbed him by the back of the neck, pushing him to the ground and onto his knees. Hand fisted in his hair, knife pressing across his throat.

Alastor dug his knee into the small of Tommy’s back, “Tommy, I think you owe the lady an apology.” You let your feet find the edge of the canvas and slid it out with a kick. It glided across the wood and stopped where his knees met the floor.

“I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry.” Tommy was staring at the waxed fabric in front of him.

You felt your eyes sting with tears, a smile breaking out against your will. “For what?”

“I—,” his eyes searched the room for an answer, your words bringing a pulse of Deja Vu, “It’s about yesterday?” He seemed to relax a little, “Come on. I said sorry. ” Looking back to Alastor. “I didn’t know she had a guy.”

Alastor yanked his head back to look him squarely in his eyes, “Wrong answer.” He pushed him down onto his stomach, “Come on Tommy. I like when my victims fight a little, too.” Sensing the taller man towering over him with the knife, Tommy scrambled onto his back to look at Alastor. Tommy started shouting, “Hey!! Someone!” But there was no one to hear him. That was the beauty of the space he always brought his dates to; it was too loud to hear anyone scream.

Funny how that works both ways.

Alastor shrugged, “Well that didn’t last long.” As Tommy backed up, trying to get traction on the slippery canvas and failing, Alastor straddled him. Tommy’s hands came up, one pushing against Alastor’s face, the other against the arm holding the knife. Alastor put both hands onto the knife’s handle, staring down into Tommy’s eyes as he inched closer to the man’s neck. “You look scared, Tommy. Are you scared?”

The other man shouted, eyes trembling as he watched the knife come down.

Alastor pushed through, metal sinking into Tommy’s throat. No pause, he withdrew and sank it again and again. Tommy’s hands fell from Alastor’s face, flailing slightly at his neck before slumping down. He was frenzied, stabbing at his chest and upward with wide eyes. You recognized those constricted pupils. They made sense in this setting. Alastor was panting, taking a second to split the skin from ear to ear in the middle of his melee.

You brought your knees to your chest, watching the crime unfold. Was this anger for you or truly for everyone? No one ever got so angry for you before, if you could be so conceited as to say this was for you. Your mouth opened and you spoke without thinking, no filter. “You look like an angry God. A jazz demon of wrath.” You smiled, the morbidity not lost on you.

Alastor stopped, frozen as he stared at you. For a second, he had forgotten you were there. He was always alone during these hobbies of his. Until recently. You looked like an angel in red and gold. Had he dyed your heavenly robes crimson? Or had you been made that way?

He dropped the knife, peeling his gloves off and stepping over Tommy’s decimated torso before kicking off his shoes.

You scooted back onto the bed and opened your arms, welcoming a strange after-kill cuddle. Your reward.

Alastor took off his bowtie, then his shirt. It took you a second, not realizing what was happening until he began to unbuckle his belt. “Now?!”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“What the fuc— okay,” your hands flew to unclasp your stockings and roll down your panties. You mumbled to yourself, “Jesus Christ.”

As he crawled over you, warm gloveless hands tracing along your legs, hips, waist, you looked at up him with your now dilated pupils, “It’s murder? You need murder?”

He laughed, embarrassing you a little, “No it isn’t that.” His face nuzzled into your neck, “You’d go to hell? For me?”

You froze, you hadn’t really seen it like that.

“You’d damn your eternal soul,” his hips pressed into you, an unfamiliar hardness there that made you gulp, “just to spend time with me?”

How were you so heated over an erection? A dime a dozen, men practically threw them at women who offered them the slightest smile. Yet feeling him so hard against you, something you had been practically praying for, made you weak. A trembling virgin all over again.

Don’t lie, he always told you to be honest so you decided to try it out even if it made you feel at risk of harm. Your hands slid up and into his hair, gripping gently, enough to elicit a groan from him, “Well I was worried heaven wouldn’t have jazz, so… yeah.” You had to always say something a little in jest, to hide from the vulnerability of honesty, “This seemed like a better option.” The truth was, if you had to state it plainly, you would dive head first into hell in exchange for his smile. To hear his laugh. To feel his breath over your mouth. You were quite sure hell was more your scene, anyway.

“I’ll be sure to fill your afterlife with jazz every day, dear.”

How could he make hell sound so sweet?

“It’s a deal.” Fingers playing with his hair, basking in the warmth of skin on skin.

He leaned up, eyes scanning your face as he always seemed to do in these intimate moments. The feeling spreading down his chest was one wholly foreign to him, one he was struggling to put into his own words. You hadn’t run away. You opened your arms for him even still, welcoming your own damnation in exchange for… affection? Attention? Him? The reason didn’t matter, not to Alastor, and not now to his growing need. You didn’t even push him for more than he wanted to give, not yet needled him for details, secrets, sex. Could you really just be there for Alastor? Take him for what he was and what he wasn’t?

His mouth was salivating at the thought you’d give him anything. Reality was, you already had. His finger caressed the purple welt on your cheek. You were given pain and he returned it ten fold to its owner. A demon of wrath. He felt his cock twitching, underwear tented around him.

You smiled up at him, wiping a little streak of blood from his jawline, “You look quite pretty in red yourself.”

His head came to rest on your collarbone with a shaky sigh.

Had you said something wrong?

“Please, you’re already pushing me to my limit.”

Making a show of it, you zipped your mouth and pretended to toss the key. You wanted to reach down and pull off his remaining bit of clothing, to rub yourself against his manhood. But, you weren’t sure if that was something he would appreciate. You didn’t want to ruin his experience, to make him regret offering you something he so clearly didn’t need to give.

He removed his underwear, watching you unbutton your dress and pulling your arms free. Your bra, garter, and stockings were still on. Somehow he found it more scandalous than if you were completely naked.

Your breath was shaking, uneven as the excitement took control of you. There was a not totally unfounded fear you'd black out from hyperventilating.

Alastor lined himself up with your heat and pressed in, making a hard to decipher face as his brow knit up and he bit his lip. You were already so wet, not a hand or mouth needed from him. He wondered if you shared more than an acceptance of justified homicide; your body so relaxed and welcoming to him.

With a few shallow thrusts, he was fully sunk into you. You may have let out a cry. An emptiness you hadn’t clocked was suddenly gone. Was this what Zeus meant when he said the two souled humans were too powerful and tore them apart to weaken them?

Was this sex, or love? The word made you nervous. But—- if he offered it to you in both palms, you’d suffocate yourself in his hands.

He began to move in earnest, thrusting in and out slowly. You had expected the frantic moves of a horny virgin. Instead he was moving with control, hips rolling into you like waves gentle and steady where the lake met land, not slamming like many men before him.

Had it been any other dick, you’d whine and begin moving yourself against it for that needed speed. This was Alastor. Dripping pleasure into your open mouth like a drought-breaking summer shower.

You didn’t recognize your own sounds, already panting and moaning as a warmth spread from the place where his cock was sliding around inside you.

Alastor tried to keep calm. Even when his body was sensitive, he wasn’t used to the mental work needed to fight off his orgasm. Usually he had the opposite issue, struggling to stay focused enough to finish. Mind wandering to more productive chores.

But you were so wet, so accepting in body and mind. He watched your eyes close, one hand gently clawing at the blankets, the other reaching down to touch his lower stomach every time he thrust back in. For the first time in a very long time you really truly wanted to remember who was at the other end of the dick you were enjoying.

Languid moves. Swollen cockhead hitting the bottom of your walls, the top, the end, pushing still a little further.

“I’m sorry,” Alastor leaned down over you, kissing at your jawline, “For making you wait so long for so little.”

His rhythm picked up then, burying himself deeper into your sopping cunt and dragging out enough to pull back that quiver of his release.

You shook your head, lips tingling. “Nothing little here.”

He attempted a laugh, losing his breath. He wanted to last longer, to make the experience worth your while but he could feel you dripping down his balls and it weakened him with alarming efficiency. Finally the frenzied speed you witnessed earlier was turned to you, you brought your legs up, holding at his sides. “Darling I need to-,” he moaned into your ear.

“Please stay.” You clung to his neck, nails grazing at his shoulders.

Alastor’s voice was soft and sweet, a small moan and a gentle grunt. His legs spread more, trying to get every centimeter of himself into you. Hips now grinding in a small circle, but not losing any of the comfort of your warmth. You felt him still pumping that welcomed heat into you, and you tightened around him, drawing out your own moan. He hissed, “Sensitive.” Your legs were shaking like leaves in a storm, no orgasm but the pleasure nonetheless intoxicating.

The front of your brain felt like static, perhaps from the lack of oxygen as you had uncharacteristically lost your breath under Alastor.

Like losing your virginity, after the fear faded and you were able to find a moment for introspection, you found yourself larger than before. The edges of your canvas expanded out, new parts of yourself unfurling for you to explore. Nothing had been lost, only gained.

Alastor kissed at the dark circle under your eye, at the bruise of your cheek, he lifted your arm and kissed gently at the purple and blue spots there too. He had lied, and he wasn’t sure why, but maybe he’d find the will to admit it to you someday.

He had left yesterday to keep from strangling Tommy in the center of the theater, finding himself in a rage. He rarely felt anger. His killings always about retribution, about karma, about righting the scales. He needed to leave to keep from losing his composure.

He lied to you in the alley, unable to look you in the eye when he did it for fear you’d see it. You always seemed to see him with a clarity others didn’t despite such a short time together. He struggled to hide from you and it was as exciting as it was frightening. A testament to your similarities.

He hadn’t done it for everyone. No. His personal moral code fell to pieces when he saw your bloodied eye and bruised skin. He would have killed Tommy even if he had been a good man, even if you’d been the instigator. None of his murderous rules mattered. And it scared him.

(Next Part Next Week, orz)

*slang for boyfriend, often a rich one

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mc-pretzel-stick · 1 year ago

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Didn't get out riding but honestly pretty happy with this weekend. Hurt my left toe working out on Friday but yesterday was a rest day where I did some shopping and made a nice dinner. First time making a steak dinner (on a cast iron nonetheless) and other than using too much garlic for my liking turned out great.

Today all the NFL teams I'm pulling for lost, then I made marinated chicken thighs on my cast iron grill pan with melted potaties and steamed broccoli which wasn't the greatest experience. I swear this recipe (2nd time trying) is outright lying saying whole ass thighs are done in about 10 minutes cause noooo fucking way. I think I'mma just bake them from now on. Splashed all over the place making a huge mess while taking forever, plus the grill pan was a bastard to clean after. But, the potatoes were AMAZING. Winner recipe. The chicken was good though.

But, I wanted to finish the day right and did all the dishes and cleaned the whole stove top so I can go to bed with a nice lookin kitchen after all that at least. Sooo many dishes from that dinner.

Did a 30 min low impact standing abs workout before dinner so I could get something in with my healing toe. Was going to use this week to do strictly cardio and intense HIIT workouts but with that setback I'll just be lifting, abs, and hitting the elliptical this week.

I also called my mom and had a nice conversation and talked about me visiting later this year too.

Just doing what I can do through all the adversity.

#random journal

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rin-vana · 2 years ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝟕 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑

⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Guitarist!Eren x Single Mom!Reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : What went from buying baby food for his friend, to stumbling upon a struggling mother, Eren intrigues himself with the woman. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't help her out and reep the benefits?

⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Heavily black coded reader, reader is older than Eren so slight age gap, Eren talks in his head a lot, thick coded reader, needy Eren, begging, unprotected sex, lactation (Eren is lowk a perv), nipple play, mutual masterbation (unknowingly), use of nicknames (sweetheart, sweet thing), vocal dirty talker Eren bec that boy can't shut up, reader lives in a 2 story apartment sorta, body worshipping, fully consensual

⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 10,540

⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : The idea of Eren talking in his head a lot versus verbally came from the amazing @/hellavile who wrote the piece Sketch. The idea resonated with me and literally a light bulb went off in my head like yup, that's so Eren, and I wanted to incorporate that idea into my own writing style bec i had this idea for like 3 years straight but never had the courage or time to write it out until now, and it really made me fall in love with his character in this piece of mine. So enjoy <3

Sex so quick it felt as if it didn't happen. You've been laying in bed for what felt like eternity afterwards because you've grown used to the empty spot beside you after coming back to your senses realizing your boyfriend had up and left while you were asleep, not shocking at all. It was something he had always done to either get weed from a gas station or get IHOP early in the morning, but it felt different, feeling as though it was going to be permanent. It isn't like you haven't had the feeling before, but every part of your intuition was telling you it was. Adding on to your growing headache was your son's wails as the sun's rays hardly peaked through your window, meaning you were forced to get up to tend to him. I'm coming Isaiah, give mommy a minute.

It was still dark in your apartment but you managed to enter your son's room, going over to his crib where he laid in a fit of tears at the ungodly hour of 5 in the morning. You wanted to go back to bed, to forget about where your boyfriend was and taking care of Isaiah, but life had a funny way of not going ways we expect. You pulled your baby out the crib, hoisting him on your hip. Walking to the bathroom was no easy task with a crying little boy throwing a hissy fit at you for not being fed, and he wasn't trying to give you an easy time either. Too much like his father.

”Boy,” you groaned in frustration.”I'mma need you to stop crying so I can clean myself 'n you can be fed. Okay?”

You were talking to him as if he could understand a word you said, but it got him to stop so it didn't linger on your mind much longer than that. You set him down on the counter, undressing him to change his diaper that you did not sign up for when you got pregnant in the first place, the whole process you always found disgusting, but at the end of the day he was your flesh and blood, and somewhat his fathers. Isaiah much resembled you albeit he had your brown skin, but his father's grey, wide eyes and his nose. You couldn't have been happier he got your lips though. As much as you loved him he had absolutely none to save his life.

The process of getting your baby looking right took far too long than you realized, the sun was now fully up at 7:00 in the morning, but you weren't fully up with it. Your bonnet was messily on your head, a few braids spilling out from behind that you had meant to take out today but the world had other plans for you. ”Can you watch your cartoon so I can shower?”

A few babbles left your son's lips, and you took that as an answer not knowing what the hell he said, he was only 10 months old after all, still growing and can't be alone for more than 5 minutes when he's awake.

Your shower was short and getting yourself ready was even shorter. It was gonna be a long day and mentally you just weren't prepared for it.

”Alexa play Clouded by Brent Faiyaz.”

The flat, circular device began playing the song, so you turned off the TV grabbing the rest of your things as well as Isaiah in order to go downstairs while the music softly played in the background. You wanted to forget everything that happened last night, from finding out how much money your boyfriend spent to him selling your things to the mind-numbing sex that lasted longer longer it needed to. It was a lot in one night and you wanted to forget it all over eggs and sausage.

Finally moving downstairs from the loft part of your apartment, you're quick to feel the vibration from your phone and notice a few burnt out cigarettes on the kitchen island. Typical of him. You sat Isaiah in his high chair not too far from you, giving him a little toy to play with to distract him while you read the text message from the sender.

Connie💋 - 7:42 AM

I'm gonna be gone for a bit baby, IDK how long but I wasn't ready to have a kid, I'm sorry and I'll be back when I'm ready.

You knew that was going to be never, so why were you so goddamn frustrated? Not like he was much help anyways, but for him to leave with your money and a baby was heartless, even for him. The fuck is wrong with men. You couldn't help the bubbling rage inside you, but taking it out would only make things worse. Looking into the fridge for something, anything consumable only to find nothing was a big ass slap to the face however.

”Break up with me over text and now eat my damn food? Fucking dipshit,” you heaved the more you stared at your partially empty fridge, then looking back at Isaiah who returned the gaze which big innocent eyes that had not a thought behind them. To the market it is.

With the weather rising, wearing your cotton shorts made of sweatpants material and cropped jacket over nothing but a sports bra was one of the smartest things you've done after fucking with Connie. It was sad to admit your baby looked better than you but it was better than nothing. Getting him into his car seat and pulling off in the direction of your local Giants was silent, but stressful. You had to figure out how you were gonna take care of your baby on your own. Not like you haven't been doing so after Connie showed up to your apartment less and less, but the reality bitch slapped you in the face and you had to deal with it.

You pulled up to the parking lot a little under 15 minutes after leaving your house, getting out to sit in the backseat with Isaiah to give him a quick breastfeed so he would at least not embarrass you in public by crying. It took way too long for your liking to the point where you had to pull him off. ”You can't be eating like that all the time or you gonna be fat like mommy,” you said with the smallest smile looking down at him.

You cleaned yourself up and not too long after that entered the Giants with Isaiah hoisted on your waist again. He played with one of your braids as you chose a cart made for moms like you with small kids, putting him inside the chair that resembled a car seat except with the market's colors. You walked around aimlessly inside, grabbing whatever you needed to make decent meals for yourself and being mindful to grab your son a few things while you were at it. Picking all sorts of frozen meats and fresh vegetables seemed like muscle memory after your mother practically forced you to change your diet for the sake of your baby. It paid off in the end I guess.

You walked down an aisle specific for babies, eyeing all the different toys and miniature furniture made for the smaller humans. You stopped specifically at the section labeled "baby food" looking through each brand and going for whatever looked the most healthiest. You were putting a few of them in your cart one by one until your hand and another's overlapped on the same one accidentally.

”Sorry,” you said rushed to whoever it was, not taking the time to look at them as your hand retracted to grab another bottle.

”You can have it.”

A voice so deep you could've sworn it was an echo and not a real person talking to you. Your face had nearly whipped to whoever it was, eyebrow raising in suspicion at who your hand had brushed against. Standing beside you was a tall looking boy that had brown hair brushing a little past his shoulders, the rest in a very messy bun and stray hairs sprawled across his face. He was young, that much you could tell just from what felt like forever staring at him, but his voice made him sound as if it was aged like fine wine.

”Oh- um.. thank you.”

”Do you always stare?” The question alone caught you off guard, stepping back a little to really get a good look at him. He was wearing a white simple baggy t-shirt messily tucked into black capri pants and black adidas. He had a few bits of jewelry here and there, a thin gold necklace dangling over his chest and a matching gold bracelet to go with it. He not bad looking.

”I don't always stare, jus' in my head.” That was a lie. You were staring at the poor boy longer than any stranger would have, but your ego would never allow you to admit that. Isaiah seemed to have a way of telling when your attention wasn't fully on him because he made a loud noise that partially startled you. You turned towards him to silence him a little by giving him something random in your jacket pocket which happened to be a toy car that somehow got in there.

”I take it he's a handful,” the boy spoke again, looking at Isaiah who is in his seat and smiling at the brown haired male. He returned to looking at you who then looked at him again, smiling awkwardly at that but at the end of the day you couldn't care less. ”He can be but I got it.” No the hell you don't.

The pale boy was staring at you for a little, eyeing you up and down once or twice to get a good at your little get-up. He took in every detail as slowly as possible, carving the image of your shorts riding up exposing your thighs, the cleavage your jacket zipper revealed and the ink you have on your left thigh into his head. To be honest you felt like his gaze was swallowing you whole, so you had to break the eye contact otherwise your body temperature would rise. ”Where's your boyfriend to help you?”

”He's deadbeat and gone.” You scoffed at the mere mention of him, grabbing baby formula and tossing it into the cart suddenly feeling your emotions of anger return from earlier. You noticed how the tall boy's eyes seemed to widen before relaxing to the lazy look he had before, his body now facing you entirely.

His voice was smooth and calm as he spoke. ”Sorry to hear that then.”

”It's no problem honestly, the only good thing the bit- I mean he did leave me is Isaiah here.” You smiled with the words you spoke. Sure you may have hated Connie's guts and wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of him, but you're happy with your baby nonetheless.

After a semi-long silence of you both skimming over the isle one last time, you decided to speak again with inquiry in your tone. ”I didn't get your nam-”

”Eren.” He beat you to it, his body seeming much closer than before because you could feel his body heat radiating off of him, as well as the faint smell of natural forest lurking the more you breathed in and out your nose. It was intoxicating.

”⌈name⌋.” You replied somewhat shortly after, having the silence engulf you until you got tired of it. ”Do you mind.. helping me with this? Like– moving it into my car or somethin'?”

Eren pondered in his head, his deadpan expression boring into yours as his brain seemed to think of a proper response. He did want to help, you looked so small and fragile like you could break at any moment, and yet he liked it. You needed his help even if you've only known each other for 5 minutes. A hum resonated deep within his chest, vibrating his entire being as he prolonged his answer, the reason being seeing your face impatiently wait for a reply.

You want me to say yes don't you? You're giving it away. ”I'll help. Got nothing better to do.”

Your lips curved upwards into a smile again, your body turning to your cart with Isaiah who was gnawing at his own fingers and eyeing Eren as he began following behind you with his basket in tow full of his own food.

”I really appreciate the help, Eren. I probably woulda struggled on my own.” You spoke and giggled at the same time, but the brown haired boy walking beside you was in his own world of thoughts that were slightly muted in the back of his head.

”It's no problem.”

”Can I ask why you got baby food? You got a girlfriend at home?”

Curious now. We just met.

”Nah,” he replied shortly, turning his head slightly down to look at you as you kept walking forward. ”For a friend of mine. Having his own kid 'n he asked me to buy it for him.”

”So you just helping everybody.”

Eren smiled when you finally looked at him. ”In a way, yes. I don't mind doing it 'cause it's nice watching them from the sidelines.”

”So then why don't you have a girlfriend?”

He thought about it for a minute, his relaxed face seeming so close and so far to yours at the same time, the strong eye contact not being dared to be broken by either of you. It was obvious there was some unspoken tension in the air the more you looked at each other and the more you awaited Eren's answer.

”Never really found time for one.”

Your eyebrows rose and your head tilted to the right a little. ”Is that your real answer or somethin' you made up?”

Do that again. ”You'd have to find out for yourself.”

You finally broke the never ending eye contact that had you in a chokehold, walking forward quicker as to hide your face. Not like any blush would show up regardless but you could definitely feel your face getting hot just from the closeness of your bodies.

With you walking so fast Eren opted to take his time to grab anything else he might need, but the conversation was stuck in his head. He played with the bracelet on his wrist catching up to where you stood now in the snack aisle grabbing all sorts of chips. You felt his eyes on you again but couldn't look at him.

You want to look at me don't you? Why don't you do it?

”Miss ⌈name⌋—”

”Uh-uh boy that make me sound older than what I am.” You both shared a laugh, his somewhat quiet, yours a little louder. Isaiah joined in on the noise making by throwing his toy out the seat. You were about to grab it but Eren got it before you could, handing it to your son who babbled more nonsense.

You need someone to help you with him. I can tell but it's fine. Take all the time you need to ask. ”Then, ⌈name⌋, how old are you?”

You turn to smile at him again, teasing him almost. ”You know it's rude to ask a woman her age right?”

”I'm just curious.”

Eren leaned on the opposite side of the cart where Isaiah was sitting, supporting himself on his elbows and eyeing you as you grabbed more things.

”Late twenties.”

”Not even an exact number but you can ask me about my relationship status?” His grin was nothing short of mischievous and teasing, his nose scrunched and releasing a little at the end of his sentence. ”If it's gonna be like then I'm only in my early 20s.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. ”How early?”

So now you're interested again. What if I make you guess.

”That's something you'll also have to figure out.”

”Stop playing with me,” you laughed to shield your embarrassment from him.

Your little shopping trip went longer than expected thanks to your new found acquaintance. Even if Eren was like a minx he managed to help you as he promised, putting bag after bag in the trunk of your 2015 BMW. It was like nothing for him to lift and honestly it was a turn on. His hand easily grabbed 5 bags at once.

Isaiah was already sitting in the car while the two of you stood outside in the humid air. ”Thank you for the help 'cause I don't know how I've been doing it on my own.”

Eren's lips raise at that, his face showing contemptment. ”Then should I give you my number to continue my "helping"?”

His voice dropped an entire octave as if it was mocking you. You had to readjust your stance in order to respond properly, confidently at that. ”No, you can wait for it though.”

You giggled when his expressions changed to a shocked one as you unlocked your car and sat inside it, starting it at the same time.

”Then how will I find you if I can't contact you?”

She's going to raise her eyebrow again.

You raised your eyebrow at him, long nails hovering over the steering wheel as you looked at him. ”You live around here right?”

”Well, yes, but—”

”Then we'll run into each other eventually.”

Eventually turned into a week because soon enough you ran out of food from eating like a mad woman. Everything in you didn't want to go out, wanting so badly to stay laying on the couch with Isaiah in his playpen in his own little world while you caught up on your shows. Your ankles were swollen from overdoing it the past few days that walking in itself felt like a chore. Maybe I should call him—

Oh, right. You didn't have his phone number.

So now here you were at the same market as last week, grabbing damn near the same thing until this time in the snack aisle you saw the same silhouette as before. Eren this time was wearing a sage green long sleeve loose shirt, however the sleeves pulled up a little below his elbows and light grey pants accompanied with some green and white vans.

What caught you off guard was the glasses on his face. ”You ain't tell me you wear glasses.”

Eren looked up slowly from his bent down position eyeing whatever large bag of chips he was looking at. The same grin he had from last week was on his face when he saw you. Assuming she needs my number.

”I don't actually, these are fake ones that I wear from time to time. But, you didn't tell me you wear sexy maxi dresses on Thursdays.”

Eren watched as you looked down to eye yourself, attempting to flip your now new hairstyle of your wig that looked somewhat styled. The hair seemed to engulf your head almost, but it made you look endearing. You were fogging his head now, pretty woman.

”I don't usually, but I decided to look nice. You don't like it?”

Eren chuckled. ”When did I suggest that? You look beautiful sweetheart.”

You felt your face heat up again and your stomach turn. Why was heat growing in your stomach over a small nickname. Your laugh felt forced and breathy to him, and his smirk only grew in size the more you seemed to shy away. ”So we’re doin' nicknames now.”

You're shy over a few words. You didn't get treated well by him didn't you? He made you so upset. I'll take care of you. ”We can if that's what you'd like.”

He was seriously messing with you. He knew that. He loved how you tried to take little steps to hide from his eyes, he loved how you played with your hands the more the silence dragged on, he especially loved his view.

”That is a one time thing.” You finally spoke, your tone a little broken but it's the best you could do. You felt hot and trapped in your own body, this hasn't happened since your first month of dating Connie.

”Don't like it sweetheart?”

Damn his smirk.

”That's enough out of you Eren.” You were bluffing out your ass at this point, moving on to another aisle but he just had to follow you. He was driving you mad at that point. ”You gonna give me a headache if you keep going.”

I'm sure you won't. You want me to keep going sweet girl. ”But you need my help, right?”

You inhaled deeply before you spoke, turning your head to face him. ”Yeah I might just ask another guy for help if you keep that up.”

Eren's face contorted into surprise, allowing his emotion to show through his face. You wouldn't dare. He moved himself closer to you, his arms crossing with his basket in hand, his face suddenly moving so close you forgot you had to breathe for a second. ”Would you really do that? My heart would be so broken.”

You rolled your eyes and put a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly leaving him to let out such a sweet, deep laugh. It made you wonder if he was really younger than you or not. You continued walking towards the check out area, getting in a random line with Eren beside you whose eyes were staring so hard you could feel it. I'm just admiring, he told himself, but that was a lie. He couldn't help but to stare at the way your dress hugged your body and how it seemed so soft to the touch, how it developed after your pregnancy, how, if he stood close enough, your behind would be on him and your head on his chest, looking like a real c—

”Eren you're next.”

The boy let his mind wander too far for his own good and he didn't so much as realize it. He just nodded at you, his voice stuck in his throat as he put his own basket of groceries on the conveyor belt. You noticed how he got quiet all of a sudden, giving your son some attention while you waited for him. It wasn't until he finally paid that he looked you in the eyes again, then noticeably trailed his gaze down to your cleavage.

You felt hot again under his gaze, clearing your throat to make him stop. What's with the tension? you ask yourself, walking side by side with him. ”Is something wrong? You staring harder than I did when I first saw you.”

It was meant to be a little funny, you even smiled and was about to force a laugh, but Eren wasn't smiling at all. His face had greed written all over it, and he was well aware of it too. His eyes were more relaxed, lips downturned in a frown. He decided to play along and let a miniscule laugh leave his throat, but his eyes were stuck on you.

”The only thing wrong is how I don't have your number yet,” he finally replied, to which your eyes doubled a little.

You both were standing at your car by time he finished his declaration. Jus' smile 'n laugh it off. You lowered your head smiling like a little school girl, digging in your purse to find your phone and handed it over to him, shifting impatiently as he typed in the digits slowly as if he were messing with you. He handed the phone back over allowing you to see what he put himself as.

”"Personal shopper" with a green heart emoji?”

”Yeah, like that one Nicki Minaj song? It was piggy.. something.”

You smiled even wider. ”Itty bitty piggy? What you know about that?”

Eren's face looked as if he had won a million dollars with the way he gazed upon you, looking happy and all. ”I just know it's by her.. but it seemed to impress you enough.”

You couldn't help yourself. Him going from being a seductive little shit to being adorable wasn't what you were used to. Sure you and Connie had your moments but it hasn't made you feel as strong as now.

”You're going to call me, right?” You questioned him, not knowing 100% if you both had something solid or it was just a few lucky times of meeting. Seeing him hold out his pinkie however took you by surprise.

”I can pinkie promise on it.”

”Are you a five year old?”

With your protests and his coercion, you locked pinkies with him anyway, getting in your car afterwards sealing your departure from one another. Getting home with so much on your mind from today was like being a deer in headlights, and Isaiah wasn't making it easy either with his fits of wanting whatever he wanted at the time.

It was quiet. A feeling that felt foreign after your long day. Your son had already gone to sleep after being fed, so it was almost eerie. It doesn't make sense because you've been living like this frequently after Connie came around less, but having the presence of someone physically there is always better. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone looking for better things to occupy yourself with, going as far as going through your YouTube playlist because the silence was overbearing.

”It's quiet isn't it,” Eren says, standing not too far from the bed, his face solemn as he sits in his black bean bag, tweaking with the tuning pegs of his guitar, headphones loosely on his shoulders. His eyes are closed as he imagines a melody in his head, one simple that flows and is easy to register as calming. His fingers are finding their way to the strings of the instrument, strumming them softly. His mouth curls into a smile the more his imagination vividly shifts to the guitar suddenly being you, plush thighs enveloping his slender fingers the more he strokes it, a song coming from your lips.

You hum along to the song of choice playing from your phone, allowing the notes to leave your lips as pleasure seeps through your body. Enjoyment taking over your entire being as the music continues, body writhing around more to get comfortable, eyes shut to enjoy the feeling even more of the euphorium that seems to spread. Your fingers try so hard to stop the adrenaline building but they disobey your mind, rubbing at your bud so hopelessly you can't help but to imagine it was Connie that was helping you. His heavy breaths fanning over your face, his body behind yours as you're sprawled across his lap trying to reach your peak.

I'll help you ride out this tune, He says to you. His long fingers are reaching spots inside you, making you cry out an even sweeter song. His long hair— Connie doesn't have long hair, — A strong build is supporting you as you stuff yourself with your fingers. Eren continues moving his digits, curling them to make you emit a wonderful symphony from your lips. He meticulously moves the end of his fingers, head tilted back against the fabric as sweat builds up all over his body, the song becoming so much for him it corrupts his mind almost.

You're trying so hard to submit yourself to your imagination, biting your lip to stop yourself from becoming too loud but you only get louder, back arched from the warmth he provided, his turquoise colored eyes peering down at you, watching your face contort. Connie doesn't have turquoise eyes though, nor brunette hair. Eren. He's on your mind when you feel the most pleasure you've given yourself in a while. Is it wrong? To think of him right after you get his number? You want to say it's wrong, but the sound of lewd squechling clouds your mind the more your fingers feel more like what you imagine to be his.

Brushing against your clit just barely and you're already teary eyed. Your eyes are screwed shut, his hands holding you firmly. He's keeping you down to keep his own composure, stroking and stroking, getting you so close. His lips are parted as he can see you reaching your peak, your ecstasy, as your pretty moans get louder and louder—

You open your eyes to your fingers being coated in your slick, no longer seeing the long strands of brown hair clouding your view, nor feeling the firm front side of him behind you. Your mind echoed Connie, but your body felt someone else, someone who's been in your mind ever since you gave yourself time to think. He's ruining your body and you're allowing it. Your bonnet was now halfway off after being lost in your head, braids sprawled across your sheets, earbuds no longer connected to your ears playing the slow songs you absorbed yourself to.

Eren's jaw is slack, his eyes finally opening from whatever euphoria he got himself into based on your image in his head. He looked down at himself, his shirt slightly raised revealing his v-line, but moreover there was an obvious outline of his erection showing in his sweats. You got me like this. His hair is a mess and his body temperature is different from before, but all he can do is just sit there, that is until he got the idea to call you. He already decided that he wanted you, that he wanted to be the one you could depend on. The brunette grabbed his phone at the thought, opening his phone to the keypad where he typed your number that he managed to memorize after seeing it from your phone.

Personal shopper💚 - 5:27 PM

Can I call you?

You felt the vibrations of your phone at the notification, and looking at your screen you see it was Eren who texted you. You hadn't expected him to ask to call you, but who were you to deny him. Not like you weren't just imagining having sex with him. Your fingers typed away at the screen, replying with a short "sure" and waiting for him to call you, not expecting him to do so immediately. ”Hey Eren.”

”Hey– hope I didn't catch you at a bad time.”

”No not at all actually,” you couldn't hide the smile on your face, why were you getting so riled up over a phone call?

”You sure?,” he breathily laughed midway. ”You sound groggy and out of breath.”

”Isaiah was wearing me out. I should be askin' you that though. What are you doing?” Was it obvious? Did you sound that out of breath? Would he figure out you were touching yourself to him? It was an erotic idea for him to guide you through the phon—

”Oh. 'M not doing anything besides messing with my guitar, nothin' special.” Liar.

”You play?” You couldn't hide the surprise in your tone. You were intrigued and there was no hiding it. You sat up in your bed as if he could physically see he had your full attention.

Eren liked the tone of your voice resonating in his ears, it got him in a better mood even. Aren't you cute. ”Not as much but I can play a decent song when I feel like it.”

”Can you do a song for me then?”

”Haven't played for anyone in a while–”

”But would you do it for me?” You may have been pressing him a little, but your curiosity was getting the better of you and you liked how shy he sounded.

The line on the other end went silent as he contemplated in his head, but it didn't last long. ”Mmm,” he sounded. ”I'll think about it.”

”Can you think quicker?”

You both shared a laugh, one that sounded genuine and filled the silence that was once present. Any awkward feelings were left behind the more you talked, swinging your legs back and forth when you turned to lay on your stomach. You could hear shuffling from Eren's end and heard the sound of sheets ruffling, assuming he was in bed.

”What do I get in return for doing this exactly?” Think real hard about how you're going to repay me and I might give you what you want.

”Would inviting you over work? 'cause I'm not gonna have Isaiah on saturday.” You figured the timing couldn't be better, and you wanted to see him outside of the market. Being a little selfish never hurt, and it's not like you're in a relationship anymore.

Eren smiled despite you not being able to see it, eyeing the instrument beside his bed. ”Works for me. I'll finish the song for you by then.” You're going to do it again.

You raised your eyebrow, a puff of air coming out your nose. ”A song for me? You'd do that?”

”Since you asked like a sweetheart I figured why not.” He was going to be the death of you.

”You stay playin' too much.” You had to play it off otherwise you would've felt your body hot. You weren't easy to crack but this white boy was doing wonders to you for no reason.

He smiled imagining your reaction, eyes relaxed as he focused on the sound of your voice. It'll sound even sweeter soon. Make sure you forget about your ex.

”I'll see you in a few days then.”

”I'll be looking forward to my song then Eren.”

The wait felt like forever actually. The week couldn't have gone by fast enough and you were growing restless, even though you two have been talking in between. Working didn't help either and you were anticipating the time you two were going to spend together. You managed to always work yourself up over small, or big things, making it one of the biggest stresses until it's solved. Right now, your stress is him. Of course not hearing back from your ex at all was worrying at some points, but you knew it was coming eventually, and now have a better distraction from all that.

Once saturday did finally roll around was when you dolled yourself up more than usual. You got to take your braids out thanks to boredom and styled it completely differently, putting on your best lashes and smearing minor hints of makeup on your face. Was it a lot for one guy? Possibly, but it passed the time.

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang, and opening it revealed Eren with a large black case in the shape of a guitar slung across his shoulder. He looked down at you, a smug smile across his face and lidded eyes that hadn't the slightest expression behind them. He was hard to read sometimes. You let him inside your home, not that big but still bright and open.

”Y'have a nice place,” Eren commented dryly, stepping inside and taking off his shoes at the front door.

”I decorated a majority of it. A woman's touch was all it needed to look nice.” It was meant as a funny comment, but his face remained as stoic as ever. Did something happen?

His body had approached yours, and suddenly you felt intimidated by how close he was. Eren leaned down slightly in order to get closer, looking you up and down and intaking every bit of you. You were wearing a dress that stopped at your mid-thigh, the cleavage being low but you threw on those cropped hoodies that stopped at your breasts so even still you were somewhat exposed, and the sight was in his face. ”So your ex didn't help?”

Eren finally stepped away from you after he spoke, following the open floor plan to your living room, sitting on your sofa with you following behind, sitting near him but keeping a bit of a distance. ”He didn't but he wouldn't 've helped that much anyways. But, how have you been?”

You made yourself sound as polite as possible, and to Eren he couldn't fight back his lips curling upwards, his hair flowing with him. It wasn't in the man bun, it was more like a half-up half-down style with a small ponytail and instead of strands sitting on his face, his hair was more free. ”Decent, getting by. How about you?”

”I could say the same. With Isaiah at his grandmother's I can get some peace.”

I could've helped. ”I was wondering why it was so quiet in here,” he commented.

Eren began pulling out the guitar from the bag, and it seemed so small compared to his larger build but you knew it'd be big if it were you that was playing. He flung the strap around his head and positioned himself comfortably on your couch, leaning back and spreading his legs partially. Is he trying to get under your skin on purpose?

”It took me a bit but hope you like it.”

”I'm sure I will.”

He was hesitant, that was blatantly clear enough. His fingers were still against the strings of the guitar and his face looked uneasy with the amount of times he readjusted himself. He knew he was taking too long to start which is why he said something. ”Sorry, like I said, haven't played for someone else in a while.”

”Take your time then,” you reassured him, placing your hand on his shoulder and rubbing lightly. His body was tense underneath when you first touched him, but he let himself go the more you rubbed.

He finally began tugging at the thin strings, a gentle sound emitting from the instrument that filled the silence. His eyes were fixated on the guitar, but yours were stuck on his face. Did he always have that dimple on his left cheek? You were almost lost in his features until the tune registered in your ears. It was soft, a higher pitch on some parts, but it became a slow melody after that. He was actually good. You found yourself bobbing your head a little to it, glancing at the way Eren's fingers gently struck the instrument, how they seemed to so easily know what note to hit, how to direct the tips of them. Did he always have long fingers like that?

You're so dumbfounded at the features you didn't allow yourself to notice before that you didn't see how Eren was now looking at you, contempt with the way your eyes were glued to his hands, and feeling at ease with your hand still on him. It's not the silence he was expecting but he'd take it if it meant you were right there.

Your hands are moving up, it has him a little nervous and even tense but he seems to melt like putty when you stroke his hair just once. His bottom lip is a little tucked in and the tune of his little song quickened, but his eyes are practically burning into your face the longer you look away, and you enjoy it. You felt the power you had in the situation, making him wait longer than he had to. The tension is already becoming suffocating, and you can hardly hold eye contact for shit, but you want to so badly. You're giving in faster than you can think about it, meeting his eyes feeling like you were in a fever dream.

”You're really good at it.”

Eren had to force a small, breathless laugh to even respond. ”You had me worried with how quiet you were.”

”Just keep playing.”

And that he did. For once he was the first to look away and concentrate on his guitar while you stared like a fucking creep when you just couldn't stop yourself. You were drinking every bit of his features including the softness of his hair. He's trying so hard to avoid your face, but you touching him was making him shift. Wanna fuck me so bad huh. You're touching him in all the right places, your fingers with acrylics on them gliding to his mid-thigh the more he plays, the song becoming much lower. He can't help but look at you now. Not with the way you're practically begging for his dick like a greedy whore.

”Y'really know how to tease someone,” he rasps, voice low at how close yall were. Your plump lips were curved upwards in a sly smile, suddenly retracting your hands as if you weren't all over him. You raise a brow at him as if he hasn't done that to you. ”I have experience.”

There you go again. The guitar is long forgotten by now, leaning against your couch. His body is turned towards yours, his build feeling oppressive with the way it towers over you, and you love it. His arm is rested against the back of the sofa, the other one suddenly grabbing your hand it nearly brings you from your senses. He's putting it on his chest, sliding it up and down his body and now you're melting.

”Can ya show me that experience 'cause right now I wanna kiss you so fuckin' bad.”

You're giving in to him as soon as he gets the words out his mouth, pressing your lips against his and taking control of your own hands again by running them all over his body. Eren isn't hesitant to do the same, pulling you forward so it's skin against skin. He's too shy to admit he likes the contrast of tones and even more shy to admit that he's giving in to every bit of you. His mouth fits like a puzzle against yours and it's over when your tongue brushed against his lips, he's already parting them to allow his own tongue to further itself inside your mouth.

Saliva dribbled down his chin and it felt too soon when you both departed to regain oxygen, his pupils blown with clear need. His cheeks are five shades of red just from a kiss and it has you rubbing your thighs together. ”Touch me, please,” you mumble in between the exchange of spit. He's doing as you said obediently, a different kind of feeling running through your body at his hands roaming your curves and the fact that he listened.

Soon enough you're letting out sounds you hadn't made genuinely in what felt like forever, pulling away from his face to catch your breath. It gave you time to really think, to really process what was going on. You've only known Eren for like two weeks and you're all over him. There's doubt in your face the more you pull away, wiping your wet mouth the longer you avoid his eyes, the same ones you've dreamed about while fucking yourself.

Eren couldn't let this chance pass, not when he had you like this. Lips swollen and damn near straddling him. Not yet, don't stop baby, please, need you right now. He's intertwining his hand into yours, fingers curling in between your own so he can pull you back towards him. It was gentle, a stark contrast to before but it had you back in his embrace instantly. ”C'mon, lemme take care of you. You deserve it so much.”

”You want it that bad with me?” You couldn't help but inquire, searching his face for bits of truth because the last thing you'd want is to be used again. You were scared.

He suddenly lifted you from the couch after scooping you up by the ass into his arms, holding you up by the underside of your thighs. ”Do you really–”

”Fuck, yes, been wanting it from ya for a while.” Let me fuck you how you deserve to be fucked. Eren's lips are on yours again as he walked, carrying you upstairs until your back suddenly hit a wall. Your tongues are practically dancing with each other. Your breath hot and so damn rigged. His body is pressed against yours so close you can feel something hard against your leg. His chest heaving up and down. He's keeping you up far enough just to kiss you deep enough. Fuck he's taking over your damn mind.

”Which way,” he paused just to kiss you again. ”..is your room.”

”Door on the left.”

You're out of breath but you still want more which is a damn shame. You can feel your panties become soiled the more you try to move in his grasp. He's already opening your door by then and carefully laying you on your mattress, hovering above your body and looking so far into your eyes you're sure he knows every bit of thought you've had about him.

Your hands are moving on their own traveling up his shirt, tugging at it eagerly to get him to take it off. Eren can't help but grin at this, helping you pull his shirt off and toss it somewhere, but he eyed your dress as if he hated it. ”Y'want me to take it off?” He asked as he eyed you further, hands sliding up your waist and following the outline of your body until you said yes. He pulled it off you and as soon as he did he pulled down your bra. ”Eren wait—”

”I can't wait anymore, need to have you. Please let me [name].” Eren's eyes met yours and every bit of logical thinking got thrown out the window. He looked so damn needy with his hair tussle and swollen lips, hands not stopping the constant kneeding to your thick flesh, all of which he's trying not to get carried away in. His eyes look a much darker shade of turquoise, and in that moment you felt like he'd tear you apart the more he looked at you. ”Go ahead, 'n try not to disappoint me.”

”I don't plan on keeping you bored,” and as quick as he finished his lips latched on to your nipple, a choked whine leaving your mouth because his mouth felt so wet and warm against your skin it was addictive. He kept flicking his tongue and sucking eagerly while undressing himself, and seeing the imprint in his boxers made you whine even more. You needed him, falling into his trap of touches and harsh licks, your thighs locking around his waist to grind yourself on him.

”I know baby, I wanna lose myself to you too, but there's something I wanna try.”

”And what's that?”

He answered your question by placing his mouth on your other nipple. Your mind was in a daze at the built up pressure of your chest suddenly feeling relief and it only then hit you what he wanted to try. He was milking your breasts fucking dry and you were more turned on by it. You had to rub your cunt against him, the ache was becoming unbearable because of the mess he was making on your chest. ”Eren, shit, Eren please, I can't take anymore waiting, need you in me.”

He let go of your nipple with a pop sound resonating in your ears, his mouth a complete mess from indulging himself in his filthy fantasy of sucking your tits and getting something out of them. Really it was something he should've been embarrassed about but thinking of the way your body reacted to it didn't help, he needed you in his mouth, in his hold. He can't let another second pass by where you're not near him chanting his name.

”I wanna savor this a little longer [name], be a little patient with me.”

You're nodding along and even still he sends a firm slap to the side of your thigh where your tattoo is and a small yelp leaves your mouth that distracts you long enough so he can finally pull down his boxers. His length springs free from its confinement and you can't help but let your jaw slack a little.

”God you're bigger than I imagined.”

You thought about us fucking haven't you. ”You've imagined my size?” He lets out a small chuckle.

”Don't get too cocky,” you responded, but Eren wasn't going to let your comments slide, yanking your underwear down your thighs and throwing them across the room, eyeing your mound having a starved haze over it. It wasn't enough for him though, he's greedy and selfish with what he wants.

”Spread your legs,” he orders and you can feel the heat rush to your face, spreading yourself open until his hand pushes your thighs back further, having your pussy sprawled out for him like a meal. His eyes are locked on to how wet you were, reaching a hand down to allow his fingers to spread you more. You couldn't help but giggle at his enthralment, keeping yourself open for him, wiggling your hips just a bit. His fingers spread your puffy lips open and it was then he lost it. Your cute hole fluttered open as more of your slick coated your inner thighs, your clit poking out just for him.

Eren finally began to line himself up to your cunt, lightning sparks in your body the longer he looked at you and the more he rubbed his tip against your already engorged clit, a moan withdrawing from your throat.

”You gonna let me in sweet thing?” You shuddered as goosebumps appeared on your skin, nodding your head slowly because coming up with a coherent response felt impossible. He lowered his head towards your neck, biting and kissing and suckling on your skin as he finally eased the tip inside you.

”Ng..ghh fuck,” you inhaled sharply the more he pushed on, but he suddenly stopped and you whined despite feeling so damn full already. You can feel his breath staggering against your neck as it trails further up to your lips, capturing them in another one of his overpowering kisses that you submerged yourself into. He continued to push himself in again and that's when you felt the pressure to a specific spongy spot within you. He curved a good ways to the right and inside you it was the perfect amount of pressure that had you hyperventilating.

”Let me know when you're ready, y'look like you struggling.” He kept his eyes on yours the entire time, watching your cute face contort. Eren had a guilty pleasure for watching you struggle to take him. He was big and he knew it. Your mouth had been quivering, trying to adjust to the mere thickness of him, but seeing his face written with knowing had you fixing your own. ”Just.. start moving.”

Your command had been answered with a breathless chuckle once Eren finally started moving his hips back and forth at a slow pace. Every time he bottomed out you felt a painfully good pressure in your stomach. Low mewls resonated in your throat as he kept going, adjusting to both his size and the pace of friction he set. Eren's mouth hung ajar, eyes lidded but locked onto the way he slid in and out of you. You're so goddamn wet.

”Fuck.” He couldn't keep his hands off you any longer. It'd be a waste not to touch you when you're underneath him after all. His body leaned forward until you were face to face, his hands drifting towards yours and guiding them to wrap around his neck. ”I-... want you to hold onto me, alright?” You gave him a meek nod as an answer until you felt a shift in pace. You were only just getting adjusted to the slow and steady tone but with his size going like this had you feeling hazy and lightheaded. You needed him closer to you, feeling his skin against yours, feeling like you'd lose yourself to the feeling of his dick without it.

”Oh my God—” you rasp and claw at his back to ease some of the pleasure, even if it's just by a little bit, but no matter how close you pull him to your body it's not enough. Losing yourself on me, too fuckin' cute.

Eren loves how vocal you are, and it's all for him. The way you shudder when his hips snap against your pussy, the way you squeeze him to damn near suffocation, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning like a bitch. His lips meet the crevice of your neck, his teeth beginning to tug at your skin as a way to muffle his moans, but you feel them vibrate in your body and it has you digging your nails into his back.

”Just like that.. keep grabbing me, not goin' anywhere sweetheart.” The way his voice sounded right at your ear had you whining again. He sounded so fucking sexy. All you can do is just nod.

You're grasping at the chance for air when his pace increases. At that point it felt like he was just so goddamn deep inside you to the point where it even stung a little. ”'Ren.. Eren. Hurts– too deep,” you plead to him, a hand of yours leaving his back to push his hips away a little, but his hand is quick to swat it away and hold your waist. ”Can't help it, you keep pulling me in. Feels so good I can't help it.. fuuck.”

The best you can do is sniffle as a sob leaves your lips. It sounded so beautiful to Eren though, like the beautiful melody that's been playing in his head on repeat. He needed to hear more from you because you sounded so pretty, so cute. But he couldn't see your face like this when he knows it's probably tear stained and fucking slutty, so he moves his head from your neck to get a better look at you, and he couldn't be more right. Your eyes were glued to the way his pelvis met yours, tears on your cheeks from the way it felt like he was in your stomach. Fuck. ”You look so pretty like this. Pretty little face and the prettiest pussy in the world.”

He left you speechless at his choice of words. They were so filthy but they felt so good, just as good as the pressure in your pussy. How could a man fuck like that? Like him? Can't tell if you love him or his dick, or both. His eyes stayed lidded and locked on you, but you looked like you were losing yourself, so he tapped your cheek. ”Don't go passing out on me.”

You giggle with little breath, gasping in between but your body is giving itself away, jerking and writhing feeling heat pool in your clit. ”Sorry, 'm getting close. Mmmh.. I'm gonna cum soon if you keep moving like that.”

”Then I wanna see your face, wanna see how beautiful it is. Wanna see it when you cum.” It's all he can say because there's an eagerness to seeing you unravel. He felt it too, feeling himself tighten and ache feeling the way your warmth squeezed him just right. Shit, forgot a condom. At that point Eren didn't care, he'd just pull out. You didn't seem to care either, your whines getting louder and your hand going to push at his waist again once he startes fucking you harder than before. You missed being able to hold him the way you were before, but you also liked the view of him looming above you, exposed chest, v-line and all.

”Oh fuck, oh my God, Eren– shit.” Your free hand starts gripping the sheet beside your head feeling yourself cum and spasm on his cock, biting your lip as you moan.

Eren felt the new sudden feeling of something creamy on him, looking at where the two of you connected and saw your essence seep out of your hole as he kept fucking into you. The sight had him on the edge, body sweating and full of so much damn regret as he pulled out. He's desperately wrapping a hand around his shaft and fucking his fist, head tilted back trying to imagine that he was still inside you. The sight was so sexy, to watch him get off to the thought of your pussy still hugging him, even as your breath was still ragged and mind hazy you wanted to remember that forever.

”So fuckin' beautiful– ahh. Your ex didn't deserve this perfect pussy, this perfect body— fuck!” He's so frustrated that he has to finish like this, but he's the one that gets to cover you in his cum and the thought alone gets him spurting thick ropes of white onto your stomach and clit, some dripping down onto your partially gaping hole. God your ex. If he could rub it in his face it'd probably make him cum again that he gets to fuck you better than him.

You're admiring the way he keeps leaking onto your body, white pools glistening against your skin. You were breathless and the space where your legs met your pelvis were starting to ache the longer you held them in this position so you put them down. By doing that you didn't think you'd get his attention though. ”Who said we was done, sweet thing? Put your legs back up f'me.” Go ahead and arch your eyebrow.

An eyebrow of yours raised, looking him up and down when all he did was just look at you with that same cocky smirk you remember from the market. ”Oh really?” You weren't gonna back out now, and in all honestly Eren wasn't either. He wanted to test your limits, see and learn what your body likes.

The night before seemed like forever ago, or a messy dream at that, because before you knew it the sun was shining through your black-out curtains signifying that a day had passed. The aching where your legs met your pelvis couldn't be more overwhelming, but the sleep you got distracted you from the dull ache. Horny fucker.

Originally you were meant to go sex-free for a while, but clearly your mind and pussy had other plans. Not like you had much room for regret though because it was one of the best experiences of your life. Eren. He was so much better than you could've imagined, he even changed your bed sheets for you while you showered independently. You smiled reminiscing on the aftermath, but you wanted to see him, see his pretty face again, hear his voice. Should I be like this?

You turned over only to be met with an empty bed, sitting up from your laying position to study your empty room. You didn't hear anything, nor felt movement in your own bed so you wondered if he left. Damn, just how good did he fuck you for you to not hear him leave? Even still, there was a high chance he did since he didn't live with you, and it more or less felt like a one night stand.

You shouldn't feel so disappointed, but at the same time you want to call him and ask him where he is, listen to him talk, just be with him. But he wasn't there, in the same fashion that Connie wasn't there either. For fucks sake. One pretty guy enters your life and he's already imprinted on your mind. You're sitting up by then, legs dangling over the edge of your bed as you sit and contemplate whether you should try to find out where he is, however what if he didn't answer and your apartment is actually empty? You didn't want to admit you were scared, but the questions spiraling in your head made your anxiety spike.

Not again, not like this shit again. You can't let yourself be fucked over by another guy again, you've already been at that point. Being so lost in your own head you got up from your bed, motioning towards your connected bathroom to fix your appearance because you'd be damned if you let yourself be a mess over another person. Except you stop, standing in front of your bathroom door as the strong smell of food hit your nose. Who the fuck?

You don't remember eating anything last night, so you blamed the smell on your hunger, but just as you're about to step fully in your bathroom it hits you stronger until you're already gravitating towards your bedroom door. Opening it, you're met with the sound of your son's giggling. He shouldn't be home yet so how is he inside? Instinct tells you to investigate, rushing down the stairs and seeing the bare backside of a tall man with brown hair sprawled down his neck and shoulders.

”Morning sweetheart.”

Your feet move you forward, eyes a little wide and all. ”But you– how did Isaiah…?”

You can't even finish the question, your voice trailing off as you try to connect the dots. Meanwhile Eren had turned to face you, placing the cooking utensil down from making fried potatoes. ”A lovely woman who looked like you brought him home. Told me I was handsome too.” All you do is scoff while going over to your babbling son, picking him up out of his high chair to hold him.

You didn't mean to stay silent but you're still trying to make it make sense. First you thought he was gone and now here he is cooking you breakfast. Who the hell sent this man to me? ”First of all she lied,” you retorted in an attempt to hide your slight awkwardness. It was Eren's turn to scoff at that. ”Secondly, that was my mother.”

”I guessed that much because she has wonderful taste.” You look him up and down, not being able to hold a wide smile back when you know fully well it was because of the reddish marks on his neck and collarbone. Pretty thing was worrying about me. Eren could tell by how your body language gave you away. You came downstairs tense, but now you look lax.

”I'm assuming you hungry.” He begins motioning to two plates he somehow manages to find in your unorganized kitchen. ”Yes, please I'm starving.”

It's when he begins making your plate that a ring resonates throughout your apartment. Must be mom. You set Isaiah back down in his high chair and went towards the front door, assuming your mother had possibly forgotten to drop off something that belonged to your son since she seemed to do that a lot, so you don't care to make yourself presentable since she's seen you at your worst.

”Ma what you–” You spoke before opening the door, but the last person you expected to see standing there just had to be there. Just fucking had to be. Eren must have somehow known you were just standing there based on your silence, because he came over to stand behind you with his hands in his pockets assuming your mother was standing there. You both couldn't have been more wrong, and you really really wished you were.

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