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myers-meadow · 4 months ago

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Fear and wonder: Jonathan Crane x reader pt. 2

Part one here

Summary: After your bad day, your boss up and quits. What a relief! Later during the week, you go to a concert and meet someone. Jonathan doesn't like that much, though.

This is a slice of life insight into life as Jonathan Crane's best friend - who he has a terrible, obsessive secret crush on.

Warnings: for this chapter, some jealousy starts setting in, some very 'protective' best friend shenanigans. Fem reader.

Divider by @saradika-graphics. Reblogs, comments and feedback are very appreciated! I'm so insane over the Jonathan x best friend reader - the intimacy of knowing each other so well, of his obsession just growing and growing, him controlling every aspect of your life, but how could you notice? He works from the shadows, he is a master manipulator. Ugh god I just love him ok

The Monday after that bad day, your boss didn't show up to work. It was weird, but it was too much of a relief for you to ask questions. Besides, you didn't know her well - and why would you? There were whispers in the break room, but you let it all pass you by, just glad to have her off your back. The intern who messed up apologised to you - they'd heard about the treatment you received on behalf of them the week before. All seemed well.

Later that week, a lot more relaxed, your friend Morgan invited you out to see her girlfriend's band play in a pub on Wednesday. She texted you the address and you went there straight after work, picking up some fries for Morgan and yourself on the way there. The band was great fun, and beside you in the crowd Morgan beamed with pride. After, you got to talking with the bass player, who bought you a drink or two, and put his number in your phone.

During work the next day, you couldn't help but think of what a great night you had, and you texted Morgan a 'thank you for inviting me, it was a great time!', before texting Georg the bass player that it was a great show and other formalities. His reply was immediate. If you would like to go out for a beer sometime? It had you smiling all day.

The only night he was available was on Friday, and he'd visit family in another state for the whole month after, so begrudingly, you called Jonathan that evening. After some small talk, you finally dared to get to the point.

"Something's come up for tomorrow, do you mind we meet another night? I'm free all weekend." It was implied the weekend would be at least partially spent with him already, as that too grew into your routine. The Friday night would often turn into a sleepover, as you'd have a glass of wine or two, or make yourself a mojito, and it was just easier to stay over, or let him sleep over. Some nights, when you missed your bed and looked forward through a relaxed morning sleeping in by yourself, it felt like maybe it had grown into too much of a routine. At least, that when you kept your drinks to non-alcoholic ones, and got up to leave at 1 am, that Jonathan's twinge of disappointment was just a hint too intense. It was too subtle to even consciously register, but here you were, treading lightly when cancelling your weekly Friday meet-up, as though you didn't meet up two times a week every week ever since meeting him.

The slight pause at the other end confirmed your suspicions. "Of course we can reschedule," he said, emotionlessly. "What's come up? Is it work?"

"No," you shook your head even though he wouldn't be able to see it. "Something social." Even through the phone, you imagined him frowning. "What would you like to do on Saturday? I saw adverts for a new horror movie in theatres, we could see that, if you're in the mood for a film," you suggested, hopeful that a subject change would work to distract him.

"Who are you meeting?"

You hesitated before answering. Something about his tone, as impassionate as it was, felt off. "Someone new I met," you decided to go with the truth. Knowing him, he'd read you like an open book on Saturday anyway.

"I see. Well, I'll see you Saturday then. I'll think on what I feel like, talk to you later. Goodbye." And he hung up without another word.

Even as you enjoyed your cocktail with Georg, you couldn't help but feel a bit restless. This indeed was you and Jonathan's night. But you weren't together. You've never had this kind of friendship before, this intense. It was hard to put your finger on what exactly it was, and you racked your brain on what it could be - thinking of the many times there were hints of possessiveness, of how he preferred you to see him as often as you could - instead of other friends. It made you space out a bit, but as soon as you zoned back in, you were taken with Georg's kind eyes. His gentle features, the softness of his features and his body, the strenght in his arms were all so different from Jonathan, Georg lacked the sharp edges and was all the more endearing for it. After two drinks, you reluctantly called it quits, citing having to get up early in the morning, although that wasn't necessarily true.

Georg wanted to drop you off safely, or perhaps he hoped to get invited in for a nightcap, but as you reached your door, he politely only kissed you. You looked at him for another moment, fumbling with your keys. He chuckled as he watched you, shuffling his feet. Was he as nervous as you were? God, it's been ages since you'd been with someone. Perhaps you should. Even if only because you wouldn't see him for at least another month. Live a little, you told yourself. Do what feels right. Every thought about consequence, about the morning after, all dissapeared as you wrapped your arms around his neck for a much deeper kiss. His hands groped you all over as you finally managed to get the key into the lock properly, and he was eager to get you to bed.

Jonathan didn't feel like the movies. Instead, he choose a quaint tea house. You'd been there before, just once. It was a little higher end than you'd prefer, but their tea selection was incredible and really high quality. Everything else, including the jam for the scones, was made themselves, as well. The café had no background music, so when you sat down at a table with him, the chatter of the people around you punctuated the slight discomfort you felt. A tension that was punctiated by how you still buzzed from last night. And fron this morning at the breakfast table - God was he good with his tongue.

"So," Jonathan started, leaning forward over the tiny table in between the two of you, "how was your date?"

"Date?" you echoed, stalling to buy more time.

He nodded, reaching out for the menu and flipping through casually, as though he wasn't eyeing you like a hawk, observing every microexpression. "You always dance around the subject of dating when you're with me. I wonder why."

You considered him for a moment, rubbing your lip. Of course he noticed. The downside of having a psychiatrist for a friend. How could you navigate this best? Coming off accusatory was a bad idea, as was being apologetic because that would admit some kind of guilt you didn't have. You mean, you felt a bit guilty, but only because it felt like one measly date soured Jonathan's mood to the point of ruining your day together. Honesty and vulnerability have so far proven to be the only cure for one of his moods. "I haven't noticed, I don't tend to date that much," you admitted. "Perhaps I'm private about that part of my life, even with you." The way he glanced up at you, just briefly, taken aback at your careful phrasing, you knew you had him. "My mom was very controlling while I was in uni - as you well know, so perhaps I still feel the need to 'hide' it, or pretend its something it's not."

His hand found yours, giving it a brief squeeze before returning to the menu. "You know you don't have to do that with me. Mask, I mean."

Was his use of the work 'mask' here a personal one, or professional? You gave him a smile. "Baby steps," you breathed, relieved. "Which tea are you getting? The 'orange bliss' sounds really good. It's a green tea though." You scrunched up your nose a little, not fond of how bitter green tea could sometimes get.

"The 'autumn spice' would be more your taste," he directed your gaze to a black tea further down the list. "Anise, orange as well, cinnamon, fennel, cloves..."

You pressed your finger to his suggestion. That did indeed sound wonderful. "Which will you have?"

He hummed, eyes scrutunising every option. "I choose this place for their variety, but now that I have to make a decision..."

"I can choose for you. And we can share, too, if you want."

With a look to you, eyes dancing over your face, he shut the menu suddenly. "Alright, you choose."

When the waitress arrived at your table, you ordered your autumn spice, and a peppermint-rose white tea for him.

"No treats? No cakes?" Jonathan asked you teasingly, referencing the last time you two were here and you wanted to try everything they had.

"I'm sweet enough for two," you joked, glad it seemed he was back to his usual self. You wouldn't call him cheerful, but at least he wasn't being passive-agressive anymore. The two of you chatted idly, about your weeks and your it was still so strange your manager just disappeared like that.

"Well, not that I'm complaining," you said, wryly. The server came back and set the teas out for each of you. You thanked her and she was on her way. They let you have bigger pots of water, with smaller cups, and your own saucer of tea leaves. "God, that smells good."

Jonathan followed suit, pouring steaming water over the leaves after putting them in the sieve of his cup. He poured yours too, like the gentleman he was.

"I'm curious to taste what you choose for me," he murmured, inhaling the steam, watching the subtle colours of his white tea swirl in the glass. His glasses fogged up a little.

"You still didn't tell me how your date was," he said, gaze sharp behind his glasses. You swallowed. "You said it was someone new and special."

Some part of you sensed it, yet were too afraid to confront the thoughts surrounding such discovery: what if Jonathan's protectiveness hid... love? A crush? What would that mean for your friendship? Not to think of how much Jonathan didn't seem like the person to be relaxed about the topic of dating in the first place. He seemed to know obsession, and only that - if his work was anything to go by.

"I really like him, we had drinks at that place Vee likes to go to."

"Who is he? Anyone I know? A friend of a friend?"

You shook your head. "No, we met at a concert last week. His name is Georg, with the beautiful rolling r," you gestured as you spoke, unable to stop a smile from forming. "He plays bass guitar in Morgan's girlfriend's band. They're quite good, too. A heavier version of indie rock, with some post-punk influences."

He clicked his tongue, before leaning forward to take a first, careful sip of tea. "Do you think you can trust him?"

"You sound like my mother."

He looked at you, blinked and let the accusation slide. "I worry about you, considering your past love life. The last one ghosted you after you slept with him, it was painful." He raised an eyebrow at you. Ouch. "Will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He's in a rather different field work-wise, but I understand not having personal and professional intersect, and we had such interesting conversations about that. How's your tea?"

He decided to go along with you and let the subject rest for now, his expression softened a little. Even thought it's only been months, once you started paying attention, it was rather easy to read him. Perhaps it was around you that he felt comfortable, and didnt try to hide so much of himself anymore, you thought aimlessly. The idea of that tugged at your heartstrings as he combed a hand through his hair. He tried a good sip of tea.

"Hot," he grimaced, but then smiled gently. "It's wonderful. The freshness and sweetness combine really well with the white tea. Here, give it a try."

The tension dissapated and you were more than glad for it. Eager, you took the tea glass from his hands, not failing to notice the way Jonathan looked at you as you tried his tea. It was warm on your tongue, indeed, the flavours were delightfully light and airy.

"It almost tastes like a floral tea. Is that lavender?"

He smiled, almost proudly. "Very perceptive."

"Here, try mine," and you let him have the first sip. He nodded after he tried it, pushing it back to you.

"Very strong flavour. It's good, you'll like it."

And you did. It was exactly the tea you'd been craving; sweet yet spicy, warming you all the way down as you drank. The smile was audible in your voice as you said: "You know me so well."

#dr jonathan crane #jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #dr jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #batman begins #the dark knight trilogy #meadow's writing

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thechy-fychannel · 10 days ago

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Pls ramble about domestic everywhere but princeton-plainsboro hilson and thirteen occasionally coming over for holidays and stuff pls pls pls!!! Id love to hear more

I would be happy to!!!

they go a weekend trip to the flea market in the next town over about once a month. it's just about the only time wilson can get house out of bed early bc house loves going to the flea market. they always hold hands while walking up and down the various aisles, pulling each other to the booths they want to look at, even if house will pretend to complain about each one they go to. house loves pointing out obvious knock offs that ppl are trying to pass off as genuine and wilson always gets a kick out of watching him demolish the scammer trying to charge $400 for a bad knock off handbag.

wilson secretly schedules a time for them to sneak around in the backseat of his car for a while. not just because they're desperately horny for each other all the time, but because they both get this sick nostalgic thrill from it, reminiscing about fooling around in the back seat when they absolutely should not have been. it makes them feel young and freshly in love again and sometimes they need that, they need to just hide away from the world for a while and remember what that felt like all those years ago.

every now and then, someone who also works at the hospital will see them having dinner together and they swear it looked like a date, they swear house and wilson were looking at each other with big heart eyes and it did not look platonic at all. and then house will like, send out a hospital wide memo the next day about being able to see cuddy's bra through her shirt and everyone's like "yeah uh huh sure, he's obviously gay with the guy known for fucking half the nurses here 🙄"

as part of bearing the responsibility of knowing their secret, thirteen's place becomes the "dog house" when her dads friends are fighting. house has shown up at her door drunk and sad a few times and when she asks him why he didn't just sleep on their couch, house always has an excuse, but she always comes to realize that the guy just didn't want to be alone and thirteen was the only one he could be honest with about what they were fighting about and why house can't just put his ego aside and apologize. wilson almost always comes to pick him up the next morning, bringing breakfast with him that they all enjoy and her dads friends are back to normal by the time they leave her place.

the holiday's become unbearable for her after her brother is gone. her dad moved to live closer to his family, and she can't stand the idea of being around them all grieving her brother while she alone carries the knowledge that she killed him, even if she knows it was the right thing to do. neither house or wilson ask her to explain when she says she's not going to go home for christmas. wilson invites her over and ofc she tries to decline, says she wouldn't want to intrude, but wilson insists and says they're not doing anything special, just eating takeout and listening to house play christmas music on the piano, maybe watch a movie or two and drink a little too much wine or beer. she swears she'll be fine alone, but she shows up at their door on christmas anyways and she is so happy to not be alone. house and wilson get tipsy and they're so cute, kissing on the couch, making each other laugh and house making all sorts of innuendos about the kind of gifts he gave wilson that morning.

thirteen's apartment building gets shut down for like a termite infestation or smth like that, so she has to stay with house and wilson for a couple of weeks and she learns far more about those two than she ever wanted to. she witnesses their morning routine which includes a lot of sleepy bickering, shower sex, not so sleepy bickering, and then wilson inevitably leaving house behind and telling him to take the motorcycle bc he can't be late for the third day in a row, he actually has meetings and a general sense of respect for his job, unlike some people. house looks far too pleased with himself at wilson's attitude, which led her to her next discovery of just how much of their fighting is actually just foreplay. she is traumatized by the time she goes back to her place.

#chyanne speaks #house md #hilson #gregory house #james wilson #remy thirteen hadley #thank you so much for just letting me ramble omg #domestic hilson and their prodigal daughter are my favorite i love them SO much #this makes me want to work on my AU where hilson is married and they find out that 13 is actually houses bio daughter

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night-dazai · 1 year ago

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Ex's -FWB (Gojo x Reader X Geto)

Summary: You have dated both of them and fucked both of them individually but what if you get the chance to fuck them at the same time?

Tags warnings: sex, pron with little plot, female reader, vagina fucking, tit fucking, nipple pulling and slapping, stepping on, rough sex, threesome.

I wrote this at 1 am and I am so sorry I took so long for this plus if you find any mistakes, I would like to say sorry and if any mistakes let me know will make sure to correct them in the next works. Thank you.

It was the same normal night, the four teachers and adults sat in your house drinking wine while chatting mostly Gojo chatting on and Utahime arguing back as you and Geto watched like parents.

“I am so used to people arguing I will never find it amusing again, “ you said sipping your wine while Geto laughed “ kinda true “

Gojo turned his frowning face towards you, these nights when it is just you guys relaxing he does not wear blind or any glasses “Huh!” he said in a high-pitched voice mouth pulled up in smug annoyance “Well then what will amuse you “ he asked trying to sound like a gangster.

You and Geto could not hold in the giggles as Gojo imitated his high school self “Well cause I hear this fight same fight as to what series is good every weekend and you still want me to find people fighting amusing or even a bit interesting “ you said shrugging your shoulders.

Geto joined “True, at max annoyed is what we will feel “ he said taking a bite of the expensive cheese. All 3 special grade soccer and one semi-grade 1 all rich people unwinding on a weekend after hard work.

Utahime wanted to add on when her phone rang disturbing the playful fight seeing the caller ID made her face curl up with annoyance with disgust “That guy..” she mumbled as Gojo took her personal space towering over her head “The great MR. fucked up ?” he said in a mocking tone “ shut it, you aint any better “ she spat at him and cut the call.

Your conversations were interrupted by Utahime’s phones ringing continuously and after a point she turned it off and in a few seconds your phones rang “Hello?” you asked answering Megumi.

Your face frowned in anger after talking for a minute “Leave them alone we are coming “ you said and went silent the next second balling your fists you spoke again “She. will. Come “You cut the call.

Anger is visible in your action “The kids in school are being troubled by your ex, and they are scared to do anything to him cause he is a normal human plus he has been pulling at Nobara and Megumi is pissed “.

Utahime said nothing finishing her glass she took her phone and bag kissed you and Geto a goodbye “ fuck off” to Gojo and rushed out as you shouted “ If you want us , call “ and all she did was wave back before closing the front door.

The lovely peaceful time you guys have every Sunday is broken “tch” Geto murmured but due to the complete silence, it was heard loud and clear. “Oi, don't get so mad I thought she was your ex? “Gojo said playing with a grape near his lip.

“She is but she is still my friend and that's the guy no matter how much I told her she choose that piece of shit and now the school is troubled “he ran his hand through his thick locks untangling two knots.

“Well, then have you guys wondered one thing “ you say grabbing their attention and trying to distract yourself from the annoyed feeling “We all have dated each other but still manage to be such lovely friends” Your smile so pure not like your thoughts (for now ).

Gojo and Geto stare at you for 2 seconds blinking and suddenly burst out laughing “Wha..what” you asked confused by their sudden behaviours “Well sweetheart, lovely friends? your boobs are sure my friends “ Gojo said laughing to his heart's content “When she broke up with him I was the one comforting her that night “Geto said smirking.

You blinked, confused “Is it the wine and beer we had before ? or are they drunk? “ you thought (yep! both are drunk out of their minds , while you still have some rationality left. ) “You are saying you are still close to me cause of my body ?” the answer was obvious but you wanted an answer.

Was the alcohol getting to your head not sure but you felt hot, geto had his chin on his hand which rested gracefully on his knee “Well not sure what do you think ?” he asked voice oozing with lust “Well I sure am gonna say yes” Gojo said spreading his legs open leaning back. Both were dominating the room and you felt suffocated …but it felt good.

How long has it been since you were in a relationship? how long has it been since you last touched your pussy? Maybe…

You got up and opened your glass window revealing the beautiful city lights “The city where we all are, we protect it, we created it and why not show it something new “ you said turning with a sly look.

You were nervous about what you were about to do, you were so sober you were thinking of excuses you would say in the morning. Having slept with Gojo and Geto individually you know how the fuck you soo good like the slut you wanted to be treated as.

You removed the knot of your floral frock letting it open like a bathroom “Good thing I wore this dress” you thought. You could notice their smiles getting bigger and so did their eyes scanning you “Why not try …” your bra is removed “ new and “ your panties thrown where your other clothes are “ fun” You were on the floor pinching your nipples and legs wide open “ not interested?” you asked voice low and soft you knew both liked it that way.

Geto leaned back smiling “Well first let's see how the dog wants to be treated, “ he said removing his belt, “What a sight Utahime missed a nice time”, Gojo said getting up and moving closer to you “Well well this is a sight suguu look at this bitch cunt leaking”. His legs brushed your slit, making you flinch and whimper.

It's been so long it felt so good you pinched your nipples hard when Gojo pushed his foot at your entrance with force “Like getting stepped on?” he kneeled and spread your folds with his hands “Hello been a while since I came here “ he said fingers running up and down but never going in like you wanted. “Beg,” Gojo whispered in your ear got up and went back to his seat releasing his hard cock “Come on here, princess “

As you crawled to him on all fours you noticed that Suguruhas already has his cock out and stroking it the tip flushed red “Be a good girl and serve him “ he said leaning back.

No matter how much of a strong person you were with the curses you had always had someone to take charge in your relationship life, none of your partners could do it but these two did it so well, maybe a bit too well and it affected your work.

“But what can go wrong with just casual sex ?” you thought and nuzzled your face on Gojo’s tigh “Go on, “ he said as you started licking and massaging his balls. The scent of the dick you missed made your head mushy “Wow you really like this don't you ?” his white hair stuck to his forehead as he licked his lips pushing your head further down.

Your windpipe felt hot and tiny keeping your hands on his thighs you kept breathing through your nose “Let her breathe Satoru “ Geto’s gentle voice made you open your eyes “ MUH!” you yelped with your mouth stuffed with a dick as your ass turned red under the impact of his hand “ lift “ he ordered.

You got on all fours shaking your ass as his hands gripped it with a bruising hold “It has been soo long “ he said rubbing the tip on the clit making you see stars. You were throbbing yet having your mouth stuffed itself felt too full now, you tried to push against his abdomen “Nah princess” he said grabbing your hands and locking them on your small back.

There is not much of a height difference but you did kinda look small compared to them, his tip slipped slowly into you stretching the tight cunt while your mouth was being abused with Gojo’s strong thrust as he searched his high.

“Ahhh~ so good, you have no idea how I missed this dirty slut “ he said pushing the snow-white strands of hair from his wet forehead “Deeper baby going to cum “ he purred thrusts getting sloppier. Your jaw hurt but little did that matter when Geto was busy thrusting his hips at a rough pace.

His grip on your hand had you in one place unable to move you just let them take you any way they wanted, mouth drooling with pre-cum and drool, pussy dripping with your cum and juices “Come on girl you have cum once now wait “ he said in a threatening voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Don't spill “ the white-haired man above you said before shooting his load down your throat. The thick salty substance flowed down your warm neck “Wow, your skills are not rusty at all “ he smirked.

His long pale fingers snaked to your clit as his friend's dick abused, he started rubbing your clit at the same time while pinching your nipples the calloused hands felt soo rough but yet good on your soft skin.

“Ge..geto~” you mumbled almost in a whisper “Yeah dear”, his sweat-dripping face with his long black hair loose just made you want to cum on the spot but being the good girl you were you asked for permission “No dear not yet, “ he said at the same time Satour pinched your clit hard making you yelp.

“Come on listen to him “ he murmured rubbing soothing circles making you moan feeling you high close “Please” you begged again “Change “ Geto mumbled and in a second you were leaning back on the chair satour once sat with your legs spread open while your hole is empty.

You were high lost and the feeling of hands on you lost “Why.~” you asked in a whiny voice “Open “ Gojo ordered pumping his shaft at your entrance “Good girl “ he mumbled going in one go. It was thick and long, you could never get used to it “I am going to get more condoms “ Geto said pulling his pants up again as Gojo just nodded his head in acknowledgement.

TIME SKIP

How many times have you come? no idea? Pain? pleasure? not sure, no you wanted dick and dick was all you could think, Gojo was thrusting at a rough pace while ghetto used your soft plush tits to rub more of your cum on his dick.

Your whole body was covered in cum and sweat as the two had their way with you, your eyes rolling back, tongue out hanging while the thrusts did not stop “Focus love” Geto brought you back by pinching your nipples hard.

At this point they felt kinda painful yet there was a kind of pleasure in the numb feeling you moaned “ she last her voice. “ Gojo asked in a mocking tone looking down at you. After a few more thrusts he shoots his load in, your walls still somehow could clench around him grunting he pulled out and watched “Ohh ~~”.

Body bruised in purpler and red hickeys and hand marks, cum and sweat covered your soft skin you lay on the carpeted floor panting trying to focus your eyes, unable to they closed as you went into to sleep. Your surroundings are covered in your discarded clothes and used condoms.

Seeing your breath even out both smiled “She must be very tired, fucking her raw was a bit too much I even bought the condoms “ Geto said carrying you in princess style to the bathroom with Gojo at his heel “Well yeah we fucked her good “ he said still looking at the leaking cum covering your cunt and ass in white “ enough we went too rough on her “ his friend warned him as.

After cleaning you and putting you in your bed “I think we know what we are now right ?” Gojo asked drying his hair “Yeah, maybe we should have fucked her soon?” Geto asked looking at you with his chin resting on his hands, his long black hair loose “She sure was a good slut “ he murmured kissing your forehead “Good night princess “.

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melodymunson · 24 days ago

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Stranger Things- the To Do List chapters 5 & 6

Chapter 5- Edwina, Billy, and reader

Chapter 6- Robin, Chrissy, and reader

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chapter 5 Billy Hargrove x reader & Edwina Munson

When I think about you I touch myself.

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When Billy’s family goes out of town he throws a party at Edwina’s band the Hawkins SheDevils plays at. You and Edwina decide to make his night more interesting when he finds out you are into him and that you also like girls.

NSFW (69 and scissoring, squirting all with Edwina. Voyeurism with Billy & Billy stroking himself).

-with Edwina 69 -squirting

Another day as a lifeguard, Billy was looking hot as ever even sweating and shirtless on duty. Even with his sunglasses, he looked stunning. The pool moms were there, even Karen Wheeler, with too much makeup. The kids were loud, but Billy luckily blew his whistle on them. Wearing a one-piece red swimsuit was far from being sexy but you pulled it off well.

Putting more sunscreen on during your break your eyes locked with Billy's high from your lifeguard tower. Billy's gaze met yours and you licked your lips. Taking your cold water bottle you drank some and then poured some of it over your swimsuit, getting your nipples hard and making sure Billy noticed it. When the lifeguard shift was over, you took a dip in the pool at closing time just floating on your back.

“Hey, good looking. You want to close up for the day?”

“Sure.”

“I’d stay but I need to take my car into the shop. Hope you understand. Hey listen my dad is going out this Fourth of July weekend and I’m gonna have a party on Saturday. You wanna come?”

“Sure. I would love to.”

He gave you a wink then left to get changed in his locker.

On the night of the party, you showed up dressed to the nines in all leather- a red leather top and black pants with Barb and Nancy already there. Before going into the party, you shared a joint with Argyle and Eden in his van. One thing led to another and you were making out and fooling around with them before going inside Billy's place.

Edwina was playing with the Hawkins SheDevils. They were doing a rendition of Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue and she looked stunning in black latex and platform red leather boots. Catching her eye she winked at you and started playing Cherry Bomb by The Runaways. You and Nancy danced as you drank some wine from solo cups and Billy came over to you wearing his leather jacket and a Guns N Roses tanktop with ripped jeans.

When they started playing some original songs more people began dancing and you were having the time of your life singing along to every word. Barb was even getting into the party spirit and singing along. The way her fingers moved along the fretboard of her guitar was amazing, and the band sounded spectacular. Nothing about the evening was dull and Billy's party was the best.

Edwina was having the best time onstage taking to it naturally just like her twin Eddie. Everything about tonight was perfect and you wouldn't change a thing. All she looked at was you and you couldn't take your eyes off her or how stunning she was. When they finished playing most everyone toasted with champagne glasses, but Billy opted for beer.

“Hey, gorgeous. Are you having fun?” Billy asked as he put an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m great. I’m enjoying your party so far.”

“Great. Maybe you want to make yourself comfortable in my room and I’ll be there soon. We can watch a movie or something.”

Or something you thought to yourself as you gazed over at Edwina, who was talking to Nancy and Barb.

“Sure. Don’t take too long though.”

Billy pulled out a cigarette and went to smoke as you pulled Edwina to the side. You had recently told her you had a thing for Billy and knowing she would also be at the party would give you the perfect opportunity to be alone with them.

“Billy wants to meet me in his room. Come with me?”

“Of course. He would probably love to see two girls alone in his room.”

Soon you were in Billy’s room sitting on his bed and looking around, finding some Playboy magazines and pornos. Next thing you knew you were making out with Edwina. Not sure how much time had passed, you soon heard the click of a door being opened, closed, and then locked.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

You stopped kissing Edwina and looked at Billy.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

“Just having some fun waiting for you. Want to watch us?” Edwina suggested as she held you close.

Billy sat down and tossed his leather jacket to the side.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

"You know, Billy, you don't need to look at dirty magazines and watch porno when you have us," you boldly stated earning a shit-eating smirk from Billy.

Leaving the bed you went over to kiss him crushing your lips against his and soon pulled away leaving traces of your red lipstick on his lips and mouth.

"Let me give you a quick lap dance."

You grinded on Billy as you faced him and he placed his hands firmly on your hips to keep you in place for him. Edwina watched biting her lips as you kissed Billy and grinded on his thigh. You wanted to get him worked up for you and make him hot for you.

"Nice moves there, princess," he encouraged you as you turned around and put his hands on your ass.

"Thanks, Billy," you told him as you removed your top and threw it to the side.

Edwina came over kissing you as Billy groped your ass squeezing it as you moved seductively and gyrated on his lap. She squeezed your chest playing with your breasts as you moved on Billy. The buzz of the alcohol gave you so much confidence as you gave your first-ever lapdance with Edwina and Billy watching your every move. Soon you decided you were done and you had worked him up enough and teased him to your liking.

"I love dancing for you Billy but I think it's time you watch me and Edwina have fun."

"Sounds good hotness."

Going back over to the bed you took off your shoes and lay down next to Edwina picking right up where you left off before kissing her.

"Let's get this party started," Edwina told you as she left the bed.

Soon Edwina undressed, and you did too, feeling turned on and ready to please her as you revealed your butt plug. She pushed you onto the bed kissing you with her tongue, her hand wandering to your pussy and rubbing your clit. You did the same to her pussy taking notice of her clit hood piercing. She moved to position herself so her pussy was pressing up against yours.

“Good girl. Now let me take control.”

Edwina’s words were making you even hornier as she took one of your breasts into her mouth sucking a nipple and rubbing her pussy against yours. She moved slowly at first and rubbed her pierced nipples against your breasts. Looking at Billy you noticed the tent in his pants and his manspreading as he licked his lips. Her lips latched onto your neck sucking it and leaving her mark.

"Come on baby girl I want you to cum for me. Want you to cum all over my pussy," she mewled as she put a finger near your lips. "Open for me," she commanded.

To say he got you aroused would be an understatement and even though the act itself was lustful, you were giving into your deepest and darkest desires. You eagerly obliged her to suck her finger as your pussies made wet squelching noises from the friction of the rubbing.

Billy's heart was racing as he felt his cock harden and he ached to touch himself, to give himself some release as you and Edwina made out heavily with lip biting going practically feral for each other.

"Fuck, I wanna touch myself," Billy confessed in frustration.

"Fuck your cock with your hand," Edwina sternly told him permitting him to touch himself.

Normally Billy would never go for some chick telling him what to do but he was so pent up and turned on he didn't care. He took his dick out as you and Edwina watched eagerly licking your lips. Edwina's pussy against yours was so wet and you were so hot and heavy for her as you kissed and rubbed your glistening, slick pussies together.

"Oh fuck, I'm so pent up," Billy growled, practically feral as he spits on his cock using it as lube to stroke himself.

You soon felt her slick as your pussy squelched from the sensual rubbing of your pussies together. You loved the rhythm you established with her enjoying your first time with her doing this. As you played with each other's breasts, paying careful attention to one another's nipples.

"Yeah baby girl you are so good for me," she urged as she made your nipples hard.

"I love your pussy," you enthused, getting lost in the moment and forgetting about Billy for a bit.

Edwina flipped you over slapping your ass and spreading your cheeks wide, teasing you with the butt plug taking it out then putting it back in.

"Mm, look at that ass isn't it gorgeous, Billy? Just look at that puckered hole," she teased as she spanked you and kneaded your ass.

"Fuck yeah, best ass ever," he grunted deeply.

Edwina whispered into your ear, "Let 69 baby girl."

You got into position with Edwina on top and you on the bottom. Soon she was knuckle-deep inside you and licking your clit like there was no tomorrow earning the pretty moans from your lips.

"Oh fuck yes right there," you cried as you ate her pussy too, gathering her slick with your fingers and rubbing it all over her pussy.

Billy was eagerly stroking and raising his hips as he fucked his hand, loving the show he was getting. You locked eyes with him occasionally, as you and Edwina pleased each other. This woman was all you desired and at that moment, you knew she would be a part of your life for a long time hopefully.

"Mm so tasty love that I get to eat this pussy again," she told you, her voice seductive as Billy mouthed to himself 'again'.

Spitting on her clit you rubbed it around her folds for friction loving how pink and pretty her cunt was. Billy stroked himself faster edging himself as he looked on in lust and then stopping as he listened to the cries and moans from both of your lips. Edwina's thighs shook as she buried her mouth into your pussy lips. She was sucking and finger-fucking you with the utmost precision as you tried your best to match her movements.

"I love your pussy, Edwina! Fuck!" You screamed as she fisted you.

Not even sure how much time had passed, you knew your impending climax would wash over you soon. As the wet sounds of your pussy echoed and as you felt her perfect tongue, your legs shook like jelly eager to let go. Your bodies moved in sync knowing what the other craved, fulfilling your desires, and taking out your pent-up energy on each other.

"Cum for me baby come on show me what you got!" She cheered you on as you clenched her fingers tightly and licked her pussy faster.

"Fuck gonna cum!"

Her orgasm washed over her first Billy was getting close himself. Tasting her cum eagerly you lapped it up. Moments later you felt an incredible new sensation, and it first felt like pee, but it wasn't.

"Oh fuck, she's a squirter, Billy!"

She fingered you through your high tasting your wetness and letting you squirt all over her face. Seeing the mess you made of her you smiled with glee quite impressed with yourself.

"Mmm, I can't believe I did that."

"I'm proud of you," she praised you as she held you close.

He had watched you both come undone and apart for each other with a rapt fascination that his eyes focused the entire time on you and Edwina. It was the hottest image in his mind and he would keep it in his memory spank bank forever. His hand didn't leave his cock as he watched you and Edwina 69.

"Gonna cum. Where should I put it?" Billy growled as he got up still stroking the precum of his cock he rubbed on his shaft for more friction.

"Our asses. Doesn't that sound good, baby?" Edwina asked you as she held you in post-coital bliss.

"Yes, please."

With a wicked grin on his face, Billy threw his head back and went over to you and Edwina stroking faster only needing several more good strokes before he began to cum painting your asses in his thick white cum watching eyes wide with lust as he marked your asses with his seed. After he finished, he cleaned you both up with some Kleenex.

After your encounter with Billy and Edwina, you felt so satisfied and got a ride home from Billy but you watched some fireworks first. Calling Nancy after your shower she answered on the second ring.

"It's me. You'll never guess what happened at the party and I didn't stand you up. I was with Edwina and Billy. Things got hot and heavy. I'll tell you if you wanna know more."

"Of course. Tell me everything."

"Edwina and I were a bit wasted, and he watched us. We scissored and 69'd. He also got off stroking himself," you admitted bluntly, not ashamed in the slightest.

"Wow, way to go! I'm glad you and Billy are getting along. Just glad you got home safe."

"Me too. Nance? Are we still on for our annual July sleepover with Robin and Chrissy? You know we go to the local Hawkins fair and then have the sleepover?"

"The fair, yes. That night though, no go on the sleepover. Jonathan and I already have a date celebrating our anniversary."

"I understand. I can't wait for the fair though. Us and Robin, Chrissy."

"Definitely. See you there."

The sleepover would be soon and you couldn't wait to spend alone time with your girls Robin and Chrissy. Chrissy had recently broken up with Jason and surely you would be able to cheer her up somehow, someway.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 to-do list

I have a burning desire for you baby.

Chrissy Cunningham x Robin Buckley x fem reader

pussy eating, use of toys, use of strap-on

3.1K words

Since your time with Edwina and Billy you had prepared for your night in with the girls and sleepover you would have. Steve was at Family Video leading you eagerly to the back section to look at the X-rated videos. You found what seemed to be the perfect girl-on-girl one Edwina had suggested. You even made out with Steve in the backroom and let him motorboat you, promising he wouldn't tell anyone about your purchase.

The night of the fair you had a funnel cake, candy apple, and cotton candy as you were getting ready to ride more rides. You had already done the petting zoo and games and won a pink stuffed elephant. For the games, you did Skee Ball, weight guessing, ping pong ball, water gun, miniature rifle range, and soda toss. And for the rides, you rode a bounce house, dunk tank, carousel, merry-go-round, and Funhouse so now all you had left was the Ferris Wheel.

With Robin, Chrissy, and Nancy by your side, you were having the perfect night together. Nancy had won a purple stuffed cat, Chrissy a princess tiara, and Robin won a stuffed unicorn. Barb was on vacation with her family so she couldn't be there.

"I'll go with Chrissy on the Ferris Wheel so we'll meet up again soon," Nancy told the group as all of you made your way to the front of the line.

"Okay see you soon, Nance," Robin told her as you linked arms with Robin.

Soon on the Ferris Wheel and preparing for it to start you felt your heart racing with butterflies because Robin was holding your hand. As the ride started you giggled softly.

"Out of everyone I'm glad we are on this ride together," you told Robin.

"Me too. It's been great spending time together a day at the carnival is what I need."

"And tonight a sleepover just us and Chrissy."

As you reached the top the ride came to a halt. Looking at the stars and the full moon it was a beautiful night with the ride and surrounding fairgrounds being lit up solely by the moon.

"I like that. It's too bad Nancy can't come but it's nice she will be with Jonathan."

You boldly leaned in and kissed Robin on the lips just a peck.

"Do it again."

You eagerly obliged kissing her again but a full-on lip-lock this time. The ride started moving again and it was amazing having kissed Robin she was such a good kisser. It was a surprise she was single. It could be meant to be with her. Maybe you could even cheer up Chrissy later after her breakup with Jason.

"I loved that," Robin confessed as she put her arm around your shoulder.

"Me too Robin."

Robin had a glint in her and before you could savor the moment any longer the Ferris Wheel moved again. It went around twice more with you leaning your head against her shoulder.

After the ride on the Ferris wheel, you went on the carousel again picking a horse across from the one Robin chose with Nancy and Chrissy on the unicorns. Jonathan was now there taking pictures of you all ready to pick Nancy up so he could hang out with her that night.

"Hey, Jonathan. Guess I'll catch up with you guys later."

"Bye Nancy." You hugged her and whispered, "I'll tell you later about what happens at the sleepover."

"Bye, Nancy!" Chrissy and Robin said in unison.

"Let's go back to your place and have our sleepover," you suggested.

"Definitely," Robin replied taking your hand and holding it.

Since you had brought your car you drove them back to Robin's. After unloading your stuff from the trunk, you brought everything inside.

"I'm gonna go shower," Chrissy told you and Robin before going to the downstairs bathroom.

"I'm gonna shower too in my room. You can use the guest room bathroom," Robin suggested.

"Thanks."

Even though you didn't have a chance to shower with Robin maybe you could have some fun later. You decided to surprise the girls since you finished your shower first. In the kitchen, you prepared the cheese and fruit tray with crackers and poured some mineral water. With your snacks in the living room, you turned on the TV finding a John Hughes movie Pretty In Pink.

Robin is dressed in comfy pj's a pink tank top and matching shorts. Chrissy was wearing a heart nightgown one piece and short-sleeved. You opted though, to wear sweats with matching purple spaghetti straps.

"Nice snack you made there," Robin teased as she came into the room sitting on the couch next to you.

“Yes, food. Thanks,” Chrissy said meekly.

With you in the middle and Robin, and Chrissy on either side, you watched the movie and enjoyed the snacks. Mid-movie, you went to gather the wine bottle you had brought. Giving the bottle to Robin upon opening it you let her have a drink first. She did and passed it to Chrissy and then giggly Chrissy passed it to you. You continued to pass it around before you broke the silence.

“This movie is fine, but I brought something even better.”

“What? Show us,” Chrissy teased.

Robin nodded, eager to find out. Getting up you got the tape and put it into Robin’s lap. Looking at it she blushed bright red. Chrissy noticed soon after gasping softly.

“Never watched something like this,” Robin mused, as she passed the tape to you.

“I haven’t either but we could watch it I’m curious. Jason and I broke up so I need some sort of release.”

“How about your room, Robin?” You suggested getting up and taking another swig from the bottle.

Robin took the bottle drinking it and passed it back to Chrissy.

“Perfect. Let's go.”

As the movie started and you were laying in Robin’s queen-sized bed the movie began with two women one a nurse and another a patient before finally a female doctor came into the room. Soon everyone was undressed and the foreplay unfolded. It was hot but something told you it would be even hotter to do that for real with Chrissy and Robin.

“I have a drawer of sex toys. I never told anyone that before not even dingus. He's my best friend but he has no idea.”

You didn’t expect this confession from Robin but it was intense.

“We could make a hotter video I bet,” Chrissy said out loud.

“We should use them,” you suggested.

Everyone was tipsy now, and as the film was heating up you leaned into Chrissy kissing her. She kissed you back before she crashed her lips into Robin’s. As they made out, you explored Robin’s drawers, finding the toys in the second drawer. Taking out the pink and purple strap-on, you held it and admired it. Robin soon noticed and stopped kissing Chrissy, the porno long forgotten.

“That would be fun to use. Only with lots of foreplay first. I mean, I’ve only had sex with one girl, Vickie, but I would use it on either of you gladly.”

“I’ve never done it with a girl,” Chrissy admitted before continuing. “Have you, Y/N?”

“Yes, with Edwina twice.”

“Let's try it then I’ll use it and first I’ll get you ladies ready for me. Get undressed.”

You and Chrissy undressed each other as Robin watched, also getting naked. Robin took the rubber strap-on and put it aside. You and Chrissy watched eagerly as she stripped licking your lips. Chrissy kissed you and tasted you as you both got more comfortable on the bed and Robin got on her knees.

“Now sit side by side and let me taste you both. I’ll take turns,” Robin instructed as you got on your back next to Chrissy, who did the same.

“I want to feel your tongue first, Robs. Please!” Chrissy begged.

She went over to Chrissy feeling her juices with her fingers. She was slick and soon she noticed it was the same for you.

“Mm patience, baby girl.”

As she fingered you she ate out Chrissy giving her kitten licks first. Then as she got Chrissy worked up with sucking on her clit, she pulled away licking her lips and kissing Chrissy, letting her taste herself. Next, she took charge of eating your pretty pussy, loving how you tasted, savoring your taste on her lips as Chrissy watched. She touched your breasts and Robin looked on eagerly laving at your pussy. Spitting on it she sucked it clean and your juices as her fingers pumped inside Chrissy’s wet hot pussy walls.

Switching back to Chrissy you played with Chrissy's nipples stroking and pinching them as you kissed the prettiest sounds escaping both your mouths. Chrissy's cries grew even louder. She lifted her body off the bed as Robin made her tremble with delight. Robin teased her more by going back to you sucking your clit making your pretty whimpers grow louder. When she felt like she had gotten you wet enough, she stopped and met your lips in a kiss. Tasting your nectar from her pretty mouth you licked your lips clean.

“I think I wanna have you fuck Chrissy first with the strap and I want to have Chrissy eat me out.” She says this more as a command than a simple request.

“Maybe you can alternate it on us, too,” Chrissy suggests.

“Maybe later, but for now I want to be pleased like I deserve to be.”

Seeing Robin in dom mode was so hot. Chrissy put on the strap and Robin positioned herself on the bed, legs spread wide. She was now all yours for the taking. Chrissy used the lube on the rubber dildo strap-on and bent you over pulling you back by your hair to her liking as she lined herself up at your entrance.

“Mm, that's right fuck her as she eats me out,” Robin, orders giving you a beckoning come-to motion with her dark purple polished fingers.

“Yes, Robin. I want to very much.”

Chrissy bottomed out inside you the slick of your pussy coating the fake cock. Almost as soon as you licked Robin’s pretty clit Chrissy moved inside you starting with slow yet languid movements before her thrusts became more steady.

“Mm, how does her pussy taste?” Chrissy asked her eyes full of curiosity.

“So fucking good!” You squealed as you pumped two fingers inside of her.

Robin’s legs wrapped around your back pulling you in closer as she tilted her head back riding your face in pure ecstasy. Chrissy’s thrusts sped up then became consistent again as you tasted Robin’s sweet essence and nectar, your tongue exploring her pussy paying special attention to her clit.

“Oh, yeah, fuck! Eat me just like that!” She beckoned her pretty sounds only growing with anticipation of her eventual release.

Chrissy made cute sounds as her faux cock penetrated you squelching noises filling the room her cock worked its magic and her hand got a steady grip on your hair. Robin tasted so sweet and so divine. It wasn’t easy to explain how wonderful her essence was, but you were already becoming addicted to it.

“Doing such a good job, baby fucking her with your cock!” Robin enthuses between moans as you moaned even louder from Chrissy’s thrusts.

Robin was getting closer to her release, but she let you edge her and Chrissy fucked you harder. After minutes more of Chrissy fucking your cunt and you devouring Robin, Robin pushed you away slightly.

“Change positions. Need Chrissy to eat my sweet pussy.”

Robin was a no-nonsense woman and you knew perfectly well she meant what she said. Chrissy removed the strap helping you get it on and adjusting it for you to use. As you got closer to her, you could feel her heat. No doubt she was aching for you.

“I can't wait to taste you, Robin,” Chrissy tells her sounding delighted.

Now face down and ass up, Chrissy had her arms wrapped around Robin’s legs and moved her face closer to her slick heat. Kissing up Robin’s inner thighs Chrissy sucked and licked her thighs leaving light bite marks in her wake.

“Ready Chrissy?”

“Yes ready. Do your worst,” she dared you.

You filled her to the hilt and abruptly slammed into her aching pussy as she had her first taste of Robin, causing Rob to moan her name and get a good fistful of her hair. Chrissy lapped eagerly at her entrance as you fucked her hard and slapped her ass earning loud mewls and sexy moans from Chrissy’s lips.

“Oh, fuck so tight!” You told her sounding enthralled as you left scratch marks on her back. They were prominent and you wanted to claim her- mark your territory.

“Yeah, that's right eat my pussy! Devour it like your life depended on it!” Robin groaned holding her head down so she was suffocated by her pussy.

It was the sexiest thing seeing Robin take over like this. She knew what she desired and went for it no matter what. You were aching with a burning desire and penetrating her tight and wet pussy was the experience of a lifetime. Robin was on the precipice of cumming and Chrissy was doing the best job eating her out. It seemed like she was aching for you both and you knew she was having the time of her life tonight.

“Make me cum! Gonna coat that pretty face in my juices!”

Robin sounded like a woman about to come undone and how could she not with Chrissy feasting on her like it was the last supper? It was a good thing The Buckleys were out of town this weekend because you and the girls were being so loud with all the naughty fun and sinful things you were doing. Giving into every whim and desire sexually felt so freeing. Fucking Chrissy with the strap-on made her gasp and groan emitting the prettiest sounds to escape from her lips.

“Oh fuck yes make her cum!” You enthused pumping in and out of her kneading her ass and making Chrissy’s ass cheeks jiggle.

“Oh yes! Right there! Take all my cum, Chrissy. Be my little cum slut!” Robin screamed, sounding feral as she creamed all over the blonde’s mouth and face.

As she rode out her high, Robin tugged Chrissy’s hair harder.

“Mm tastes so good Robin. What are you gonna do to us now?” Chrissy asked hoping Robin wasn’t done with her just yet.

“Kiss her first then you’ll see.”

Chrissy eagerly kisses you and you deepen it with your tongue. Meanwhile, Robin gets up from the bed and kisses you crashing her lips against yours. You savored the kiss as she removed the strap-on. Soon she had it on and she smirked with satisfaction. Not knowing what she was up to you raised your brows curiously.

“Need to have you ladies lick this clean once I finish you both up and make you scream my name and cum. Lay down now!” She demanded as Chrissy eagerly and quickly obeyed her.

You lay next to Robin spreading your legs and wrapping your left leg around Chrissy’s right. Robin positioned herself at your entrance, soon pumping the dildo inside. It was clear she loved it judging by the smirk on her face. Chrissy licked your nipple and sucked as you emitted the prettiest noises from your lips.

“Oh yes, take this cock! I wanna see you cum all over it baby girl!”

Tilting your head back you loudly whined especially from the sensation of Chrissy’s tongue on your breast. Robin picked her pace up teasing you by slipping out the cock then pushing it right back in and pumping away again.

“Robin, I’m so close!” You whined.

It was a magnificent feeling and you couldn’t wait to come undone. You had never had this feeling or pleasure like this before from this type of stimulation from another person. Soon you could take what you had been learning and discovering about yourself from this sexual energy and share it with the first guy you lost your virginity to who would hopefully be Billy.

“Yes, cum for us!” Chrissy pleaded as she met your lips in a searing kiss.

Her kiss was filled with so much passion as you closed your eyes and let go cumming for Robin creaming the toy and collapsing in a heap on the bed as Robin pulled out of you.

“Good job. So proud of you.”

She leaned in to kiss you before moving over to Chrissy and fucking her with the cock. She took it so well crying out so pretty for Robin. It was a sight to see. You took one of Chrissy’s nipples into your mouth, then the other. Her breasts were gorgeous. So perfect.

“Yeah, take that, you little whore!” Robin spat out as Chrissy whined and she slapped her gently across her right cheek.

“Yes, mommy gonna cum!” Chrissy mewled, not being able to last much longer.

“Then cum for me!”

Chrissy came undone moments later, calling out Robins's name as Robin pulled out. Now on your knees for her, joined by Chrissy, you took her fake cock into your mouth applying suction and hollowing out your cheeks as she hit the back of your throat. She pulled out and did the same to Chrissy. The taste of your pussy juices combined with Robin’s was incredible.

“So beautiful. I had fun tonight,” Robin told you sounding intrigued as she lay in the middle of you and Chrissy strap-on now gone and the three of you holding hands.

“Me too Robin, me too,” Chrissy chimed in.

“You are both amazing,” you added.

At home days after and writing in your diary, you felt accomplished. Heather comes by your room though interrupting you.

“Can I help you?”

“What are you writing in your journal now, sis? I know everything that's happened, you know. I read your diary.”

“Shut up Heather, get out!”

“Fine, but I know Billy is your next conquest. And by the way, I know he likes you.”

She walks off leaving you alone finally. Hopefully, that was true because you wanted to lose your virginity and planned to ask Billy out on a date soon.

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Family dinner

Pete dunham x reader

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It’s a Spring evening, and you’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when Pete comes into the salon, wearing his usual easy grin. “Hey, love,” he says, “Shannon and Steve invited us over for dinner tonight. Matt’s coming too, so it’ll be a full house.”

You glance up, a smile tugging at your lips. You’ve always enjoyed family dinners with Pete’s side of the family. There’s something comforting about the chaos and laughter that fills the room, especially with Matt, who always has something entertaining to say.

“Sounds great,” you reply, setting your phone down. “What time are we heading over?”

“Soon,” Pete says, his eyes lighting up. “I think dinner’s around 7. You ready for some chaos?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “behave dunham,” you kissed his cheek before going into the bathroom to take a shower.

A little while later, you’re in the car with Pete, the both of you driving through the neighborhood to Shannon and Steve’s house. The familiar scent of grilled food fills the air as you pull into their driveway. It’s a cozy, welcoming home, with a small garden in the front and fairy lights twinkling in the windows.

When you walk inside, the warmth of the house hits you, and you’re immediately greeted by Shannon’s cheerful voice. “You made it! We’re just about ready to sit down.” She wraps you in a hug, her smile wide and genuine. “Matt’s already here, causing trouble. I’m sure you’ll find him entertaining as usual.”

You chuckle, knowing exactly what she means. Matt has a knack for turning any conversation into something hilariously absurd. As you head into the kitchen, you’re greeted by Steve, who’s stirring something on the stove with a concentration that looks serious, but you know better than to take it too seriously. Steve’s the kind of guy who makes a joke out of everything.

“Hey, lovebirds,” he says, glancing over his shoulder. “Dinner’s almost ready, but if you want a drink, grab something from the fridge.”

Pete grabs a couple of beers, and you opt for a glass of wine. As you sip, the sounds of Matt’s laughter float in from the living room, followed by a loud, exaggerated “No way!” You know exactly what that means: Matt’s already making someone the butt of his latest joke.

Sure enough, you walk into the living room to find Matt sprawled on the couch, his leg casually slung over the armrest. He looks up and grins when he sees you. “Oh, good, you’re here! y/n, I was just telling your lovely boyfriend that there’s no way he’ll ever be able to beat me at chess.”

Pete rolls his eyes, but he’s clearly amused. “Matt, the last time we played, you nearly cried when I checkmated you in three moves. Don’t make me do it again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Matt says with a dramatic wave of his hand. “This time, I’ve been practicing. I’m practically a chess prodigy now.”

You and Pete exchange an amused glance. You’ve heard this story at least a dozen times, and Matt still hasn’t improved in the slightest.

Soon, dinner is ready, and you all gather around the table. The food in front of you looks incredible: roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, a salad with fresh tomatoes from Steve’s garden, and of course, the homemade garlic bread that you know Shannon takes pride in.

As everyone digs in, the conversation flows easily. You ask Shannon about her latest DIY project, and Steve gives a detailed (and probably exaggerated) account of the fish he “almost caught” while out on the lake the weekend before. Matt, as usual, is the comedic relief, making everyone laugh with his offbeat humor and absurd observations. He’s always the life of the party, and somehow, he manages to pull out a new, ridiculous story every time you see him.

Halfway through the meal, Pete looks at you with that familiar smile, his eyes soft. “This is nice, innit’?” he says quietly.

You nod, glancing around at the table full of people you’ve come to care for deeply. Shannon, Steve, Matt and little Ben—they’re all part of your life now, and you realize how lucky you are to have found a place in their circle.

“I’m glad we’re here,” you reply. “It’s always fun with you guys.”

Matt overhears you and immediately perks up. “Of course, it’s fun! You’ve got the best dinner guests in the world right here,” he says, giving a playful salute to the table. “It’s practically a party every time we get together.”

The evening has settled into a comfortable lull. The kitchen is filled with the sounds of dishes being stacked and the clink of glasses as you, Shannon, and Matt settle into the living room, laughing about something that happened earlier. You’re content, surrounded by the familiar comfort of Pete’s family, enjoying the warmth of the evening.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Pete and Steve are busy with the cleanup. It’s nothing new—Pete’s always been the kind of guy to help out, though you notice he seems quieter tonight, a little more contemplative than usual.

Steve, sensing the change in Pete’s mood, takes a moment to step over to the counter where Pete’s drying a dish. He watches him for a moment, a knowing look on his face.

“Hey, Pete,” Steve starts, his voice casual, but there’s a certain weight behind it. “Can I ask you something?”

Pete looks up from the dish, glancing over at Steve, his brow furrowing slightly. “What’s up?”

Steve leans against the counter, eyes fixed on Pete. “When are you gonna propose to her?”

Pete’s eyes widen for a moment, the dish in his hand pausing mid-dry. He hadn’t been expecting that, and for a second, he doesn’t know how to answer. His lips press together as he glances toward the living room, where you’re sitting, laughing with Shannon and Matt.

Steve watches him carefully, his expression soft but direct. “I’ve gotta say, Pete, you’ve really changed since you’ve been with her. You’re more responsible, less… reckless. Less angry. You’ve been a lot more grounded, and I think it’s because of her. You’ve got something really good, man. I think you know that.”

Pete stays quiet for a long moment, his gaze drifting toward the living room again. He’s thinking about Steve’s words, about you, and about everything that’s led to this point.

“Yeah, I know,” Pete mutters, his voice quiet but sincere. “I know I’ve changed. I’ve thought about it a lot. It’s just… I don’t know, man. I’ve never been good at the whole ‘relationships’ thing. What if I mess it up? What if we are not ready for something like that?”

Steve leans in a little, his tone dropping, becoming more personal. “Pete, you’ve already changed. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen how she’s brought out the best in you. You’ve got this calm in you now. And I can tell she’s good for you—bloody hell, even you’re good for her, too. I think you’re ready. Maybe more than you realize.”

Pete rubs the back of his neck, unsure. “I don’t know. It’s not like I don’t want to—I’m just not sure how to make it all work, you know?”

Steve chuckles softly, his eyes warm with understanding. “No one does. But you don’t need to have it all figured out. What matters is that you’ve got someone who makes you better, someone who makes you happy. And from what I see, she’s already in your life. So why not take that next step?”

Pete looks over at Steve, taking a deep breath as the weight of his words sinks in. His eyes flicker to the living room again, where you’re laughing, your eyes shining. It’s like a piece of the puzzle falls into place. He knows what Steve’s saying is true.

“I’ve never been good with the whole… plans thing,” Pete admits, his voice quieter now. “But maybe… maybe I could do it. I could make it work.”

Steve grins, giving him a pat on the back. “That’s all I’m saying, Pete. Just don’t wait too long, man. You’ve got a good thing going.”

Pete exhales, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll start thinking about it more seriously.”

With that, the conversation shifts back to the living room, where you’re sitting with Shannon and Matt. Pete’s eyes linger on you for a moment longer, a new determination quietly forming inside him.

As the evening winds down and everyone gathers their things, you walk into the kitchen to find Pete standing there, leaning against the counter, a faint smile on his face. He looks at you for a moment, his eyes soft but full of something unspoken.

“Hey,” you say,voice low. “You okay?”

He smiles back, crossing over to you. “Yeah, just enjoying the night.” He nods slowly, but there’s a shift in the way he looks at you. It’s like something’s changed, something that doesn’t need to be said, but is still felt between the two of you.

And in this quiet moment, you realize—maybe things aren’t as uncertain as they seem. Maybe, just maybe, everything is falling into place.

The night goes on with more laughter, stories, and food, and as you sit back in your chair, feeling full and content, you can’t help but appreciate how good it feels to be surrounded by family—Pete’s family, your family. The kind of family that isn’t just about blood but about love, connection, and moments like this that you’ll cherish forever.

As the evening winds down, you and Pete say your goodbyes, promising to do this again soon. As you head to the car, Pete’s hand slips into yours, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. There’s a quiet promise in his touch, one that neither of you need to vocalize. Whatever the future holds, you’re both ready to face it, side by side. The drive home is quiet, the soft hum of the car filling the space between you and Pete.

“I love nights like that,” Pete says, glancing over at you. “Good food, good company… What more could you want?”

You smile, resting your hand on his. “Exactly. And we’ve got plenty more of them ahead of us.”

And with that, you both head home, feeling grateful for the family dinners that bring you closer together, one meal at a time.

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msfcatlover · 1 year ago

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The Public Personas I think each Wayne Kid would get in the Reverse Robins verse

Duke: The easy-going, down-to-earth, reasonable one. Or, perhaps more accurately, the straightman to Bruce’s comedian. Duke’s fond exasperation & surprisingly grown-up attitude as a child made for an excellent counter to Brucie’s bombastic antics, and had plenty of people joking that Duke was the actual parent between the two of them. Seeing the two of them at work is seeing a decade-perfected comedy tag-team in action, and it is a beautiful thing. As Duke grew up, his reputation shifted to being the Chillest Dude (gender neutral) in any given room, and he mastered the sort of subtle, charismatic warmth that makes everyone feel like they’re your best friend. Duke’s one of those celebrities you just want to crack a beer open with and chat about your day, because they seem like they’d be fun to hang out with, y’know? (Which also helps separate him from his hero identities. Duke Thomas? Dress up like a cross between a motorcycle racer & medieval knight in order to speed around downtown, jump off bridges & skyscrapers, and kick the Joker in the face on a biweekly basis? Are you fucking high?)

Damian: Starts out as the acerbic, hotheaded brat. Grows up into Gotham’s favorite Bad Boy With A Heart Of Gold, thanks to both his maintained public attitude & work with helping animals around the world, even after he mostly moves to Bludhaven. (Yes, he rides a motorcycle, wears mostly leather, and has just so many piercings. Most of the piercings are fake, so that they can’t be grabbed in fights; the real ones he almost exclusively wears small studs in. They all come out in preparation for patrol.)

Cassandra: The Ice Queen, so cool & confident that some people genuinely think the family is lying about her selective mutism and it’s just a front so she has an excuse to ignore people. (She is deeply offended by this.) Zero tolerance for bullshit, cutting edge fashionista, single handedly got ASL added as a language course to every school in Gotham, and got plenty of rich jerks to learn if only to know what she was gossiping about with her siblings when they kept glancing over and laughing at everyone else. Universally assumed to be the one who'll take over WE when Bruce retires, despite her complete lack of interest.

Steph: The Wild Child, the only one to follow in Brucie’s footsteps. This was not the persona she wanted but in her society debut gala, something came up and Duke needed a distraction so he could go deal with it. Steph set her shoulders, grabbed a bottle off the snack table behind them, and said, “You got it.” First impressions are everything, and she never could shake that one… not helped by the fact that sometimes, an empty-headed party girl was exactly what they needed to gather information, and Steph had both the reputation to play the part & clout to get wherever she wanted once Bruce fostered her. (After her death, people call it a “downward spiral.” Others counter this with a clip from an interview she gave earlier that year, where Stephanie Brown talked about her hard work in school & the community, and her frustration over her reputation. “Of course it bothers me,” she said, “It bothers me that what I’m wearing matters more than the causes I promote. It bothers me that a few sips of wine outweigh organizing an entire event. It bothers me that flirting with people my own age upsets people more than a fucking shooting in downtown Gotham!” She laughed bitterly. “Is it the hair? Should I dye it? Would that make people take me more seriously?” She turned to look directly into the camera, tears shining in her eyes. “I’m—I’m sixteen. What do you want from me?”)

Tim: Tim starts out as the resident Cool Nerd. He’s friendly, he’s chill, he likes skateboarding & computer games—and also, he GMs on the weekends, he likes to solve math puzzles & write his own algorithms, he knows more about the history of sci-fi than any human has right to. Tim’s the kind of nerd who makes his nerdy hobbies seem cool by association. (Still figuring the rest out, honestly. Since he’s Oracle in this verse, part of me feels like he’d stay out of the public eye more? But another part of me says Tim would make his public persona as loud as possible, so that people think of him beyond his injury. “Bruce Wayne’s Paraplegic Son” is not an identity Tim would ever be okay letting people define him by, I think. I know he does a lot of charity work, and is more open to talking about his challenges than Cass is, in a very “if I tell you upfront, you can’t use it against me (also, maybe someone else needs to hear this)” kinda way. I know he’s still involved in the business world to some degree. I’m just having trouble pinning down how Tim would characterize Timothy Drake-Wayne [post-injury] to the public.)

Jason: Jason is kinda the inverse of Damian, being soft-spoken & seemingly shy until you bring up a cause he cares passionately about. He's very protective of his siblings, and is responsible for about 80% of the "Wayne Kids Spotted! You Won't Believe These Adorable Pictures!" tabloid headlines (Cass & Damian dote on Jason, those candids being one of the only times people get pictures of their "soft sides." Jason also volunteers to help Duke & Tim out a lot, and is often seen trailing after them trying to look professional.) Every woman over 30 in Gotham just wants to pinch his pudgy little cheeks, at least until Jason hits his last growth spurt and comes back from a year abroad looking like an absolute hunk. But still just as humble, just as polite, and just as passionate about helping others. Isn't he just a Big Ol' Marshmallow? (Jason maintains this reputation mainly by biting his tongue & constantly reminding himself if he can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. After every single interview or public event, you can find him down in the cave, ranting to himself about everything that pissed him off and taking it out on the poor training dummies.)

Dick: Started out very surly & private, but all his siblings defended that the poor boy had gone through so much trauma in under a year (losing his parents, being taken from the family he grew up with, and then losing Bruce just a few months later,) that it was only to be expected. They worked hard to keep him protected from the public eye while he was grieving. When little Richie finally made his public debut, Gotham was delighted to discover an energetic Sunshine Child, who wasn't exactly a great listener & was more than a bit of a showoff, but gosh darn if he wasn't the cutest thing anyone had seen in years. (Dick keeps up the shallow-but-cheerful Sunshine act all the way into his adult life, coming the closest out of any of them to having a true Brucie persona as an adult.)

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bejeweledblondie · 1 year ago

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Maroon

Alex Keller x F! Reader

Summary: A barracks party, spilled red wine, & a hangover bring a unlikely pair together (inspired by the Taylor Swift song off of the album Midnights)

Warnings: a lil spicy, female anatomy

You couldn’t believe your friend talked you into coming here. She had matched with some soldier off of Tinder & wanted a friend to come with her to make sure she was safe. As soon as you guys got onto the freakin base she ran off with her Tinder match, leaving you alone. Sitting in a lawn chair you were nursing a glass of red wine. The wine was incredibly cheap, & you winced every time you took a sip. Pure bitterness sat on your tongue. A group of soldiers were only a couple feet away from you playing some beer pong & other drinking games. They were insufferably loud & were incredibly drunk.

As you sat there mentally making a list of judgements you had no idea that you had an admirer. Alex stood cigarette in hand with a open beer can next to him overlooking out into the parking lot. The lower enlisted soldiers were up to their usual weekend shenanigans & he wanted to make sure nothing happened. No matter how many safety briefings at least one soldier was in some sort of trouble. He had noticed the young woman in the lawn chair with the wine in her hand. She looked absolutely miserable. Presumably, not there by choice judging by her body language.

She wore a fitted white cropped shirt & a pair of denim shorts. He couldn’t help noticed how well her chest filled out the shirt. Licking his lips he watched as she adjusted her shirt a bit. She looked around at the maroon sunset sky above her taking her eyes off of the soldiers playing beer pong. Then she looked over towards the barracks noticing Alex unapologetically looking at her. A crimson blush appeared on his cheeks from the embarrassment of getting caught checking her out.

You bit your red stained lips stifling a laugh at the handsome soldier with the facial hair who was just caught. He must’ve felt bold, because she watched him make his way down the stairs walking over to where she was seated. A lit cigarette & open can of beer where in one of his hands. The can looked significantly smaller in his hands with his hands nearly wrapped the around the entire circumference. A small crimson heat started to heat up your face in anticipation.

“Hello ma’am,” He said as he finally reached you. You looked up at handsome man & smiled. “I’m sorry for staring but I couldn’t help it.” He admitted. “You’re just so pretty I had to tell you that.” The heat on your face started to intensify from his compliment. “I’m Alex.” He said holding out his hand. You took his hand in yours shaking it.

“Y/N.” You replied smiling at him.

“I’m assuming you’re not here on your own free will.” He joked.

“Nope.” You said & started to play with the rim of the wine glass. “My friend decided to drag me here to make sure nothing would happen to her while she met up with some soldier.” You explained. “But now I can’t seem to locate her.”

“Ah,” He replied. “Which dating app?”

“Tinder.” You replied bluntly.

“Old reliable.” He joked & took a drag of his cigarette. “By chance would you want to come & sit up on the balcony it’s warmer then sitting down here. You’ll also be away from those idiots.”

“Sure,” You said & accepted his offer. “It beats sitting down here.” When you went to stand up your tripped over a rock spilling your red wine all down the front of your white t-shirt revealing your scarlet lace bra. The burgundy liquid stuck to your skin & completely stained the white material. “Shit!” You screamed out in frustration. Not that Alex enjoyed your misfortune of you ruining a perfectly good t-shirt but he wasn’t complaining at the sight in front of him.

“If you want I could give you one of my old t-shirts to wear for the time being.” He offered trying his hardest to maintain eye contact.

“I’d actually really appreciate it.” You replied taking him up on his offer. He lead you up the stairs to his barracks room. It was neat, well kept somewhat surprising you. A stark contrast from unkept messy room of the soldier your friend ran off with. He dug into a drawer & threw you an old pt shirt.

“If you’d like to take a quick shower to get cleaned up the bathroom is just through that door.” He offered. You walked into the bathroom & started the shower. Stripping out of your wine stained shirt & jeans you hopped into the shower. The warm water washed away the sticky red substance from your body. Once you were finally clean you grabbed the maroon bath towel that laid on the towel rack wrapping yourself in it. You walked out & Alex sat on his bed scrolling through this phone. He felt your presence & his eyes raked over your towel clad frame. You don’t know if was the wine talking or the sexual tension that been building but you dropped the towel. Pressing your blood red lips to his you had absolutely no idea you were getting yourself into.

You awoke the next morning with a heavy arm draped over your waist cocooned in burgundy bed sheets. The soft snores of Alex woke you up from the daze you were in. An overwhelming dull hangover made you groan as your eyes caught some of the light peaking out between the curtains. Alex stirred & woke up to you laying in his arms. His lips were stained from the lipstick that was now smeared onto your cheek. He pressed a small kiss to your lips & pulled you in tighter to his body.

“How did I end up here anyway?” You asked groaning.

“My roommates cheap red wine & screw top rosé.” He replied.

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sacredstarcatcher · 2 years ago

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Cruel Summer - Part 3

Jake & Sam x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, angst, cuteness, flirting and pining, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, breeding kink if you squint, I think that's it!

a/n: I hope everyone traveling this weekend stays safe and has a blast! everyone else, enjoy your forbidden twin friday. <3

Josh and Sam kept their promise. After your first week of teaching “Under the Sea” to 43 kindergarteners, you found yourself heading up the gravel driveway to Josh’s house for Saturday evening dinner. Both brothers had insisted you come visit and let them cook for you, citing how exhausted you must be from forming the minds of our youth. It was hard to say no.

They cooked dinner for you in tandem, insisting you sit at the breakfast bar and serve two purposes.

The first, audience. They somehow knew the words to every single song the speaker on top of the fridge spat out, no matter the genre. No spoon was safe from being used as a microphone, drumstick, or makeshift guitar. The high ceilings of Josh’s home made for incredible acoustics, amplifying them to a point where you were sure someone was going to call a wellness check on you all soon.

The second purpose you served was taste tester. Sam insisted he had to understand your “taste profile” by getting your opinion on every aspect of the dish they were preparing. You may or may not have blushed each time he offered you a spoon which he of course had blown on to make sure it was cool), gently placing a warm hand under your chin to make sure you didn’t get any sauce on your clothes.

After a delicious meal paired with comically large glasses of wine, the three of you retire to the library, buzzed and smiling. It’s an amazing space you wish you could pick up and put right inside your own home, if it wasn’t as big as your entire apartment. You’re sitting on a leather sofa, which would not have been your first choice if you had a library, seeing as your thighs are stuck to the material after about 2 minutes, but you’re on a teacher’s salary and comfortable nonetheless.

The room is painted an inviting green, filled wall to wall with books, light wood shelving holding them all in place. The windows are dressed with gauzy linen curtains and hanging plants, and the wood floor is adorned with a large, soft area rug reminiscent of shag carpeting, but a little classier. You’re nuzzled under a blanket, the air conditioning chilling your bare legs. A record is playing softly in the background and there are candles seemingly everywhere. You observe from your cozy spot on the couch as Sam and Josh are playing a game of after-dinner drunk chess while you’re sipping at the third espresso martini your not-boyfriend’s twin crafted for you.

“You’re the only people I know that turn chess into a drinking game… When does someone win?” you half-whine, absentmindedly checking your phone for a text from Jake, but you don’t have any notifications.

“Mmm,” Josh ponders aloud, stroking his goatee. “When they pass out, or,” he explains, knocking over one of Sam’s pieces dramatically, “When they do this!”

Sam groans and finishes the ¾ full glass of beer on the table without flinching, wiping his hand with the back of his hand. A memory flashes at the back of your mind, sparking your imagination. At first you remember Jake, one knee on his four-poster bed, face glistening after spending the better part of 20 minutes between your thighs. He goes to raise his hand to his face but your tipsy, present mind takes over and it’s Sam in your head now, his long hair resting on his bare shoulders, soft eyes offering you a smile insisting he’s ever so pleased with himself as he ducks his head towards his hand, his own face glistening in the moonlight. You nearly jump out of your skin at the clap of Josh’s hands as he begins his jerky, stiff victory dance. You laugh nervously, heart pounding in your chest, warmth pooling between your thighs. You look to Sam who’s eyeballs deep in his phone, texting like a madman. Good. Nothing is amiss.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m fuckin’ beat,” Josh says, and you take the hint to stand and start folding the blanket you were using to warm your legs. Before you can even begin, you fall slightly forward to the couch, unable to do anything but stumble after the drinks you’ve had decide to hit your system all at once.

“I think you should stay for a little while and sober up. Samuel will babysit you. Right, Sammy Boy?” He chides in a sing-songy voice, slipping on his house shoes from under the coffee table. Sam looks up from his phone, obviously not paying attention.

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine.” He directs his attention back to the screen, typing additions to an already expansive paragraph in the message box.

“You can stay down here,” Josh says, referencing the guest room next door, “or just hang until you can drive. Doesn’t matter to me, just lock the door on the way out.”

You thank him genuinely before finally standing up straight and stretching. Josh gives you an incredibly tight hug before affectionately patting Sam on the head and vacating the library.

“Make sure you’re safe to drive! And blow out the candles!” he shouts down the stairs. Sam rolls his eyes, mumbling something about letting his house burn down. Busy re-orienting yourself with the solid ground, you decide not to scold him for being mean to his brother.

You plop back into your seat and Sam gets up from the floor, moving to sit at the other end of the loveseat. Spreading out to get comfortable, you lift your legs to rest them over his lap and toss the blanket over both of you as he texts absentmindedly, a concerned frown on his face.

“What’s up?” you ask quietly. He stops for a moment as if he’s calculating his next response and locks his phone, abandoning the novel he was working on.

“Do you ever have moments…” he pauses, taking a deep breath. You can tell he’s reconsidering opening up. He’s unguarded now, almost anxious, and you’ve never seen this side of him.

“Moments….” you repeat, encouraging him.

“Moments where you think you and Jake aren’t really right for each other?”

Immediately, you let out a laugh. It’s not a “haha, funny!” laugh. It's an awkward, embarrassed, “this is something that bothers me!” laugh.

“Ha! No. Not really. We’re not together.” You can’t help but fidget with the hem of the fleece blanket.

“But you want to be, right?” It’s impossible not to feel his eyes boring holes into you. He’s got his head tilted towards you, his best attempt at being cheeky despite his sour mood.

“I haven’t really thought about it.” Sam knows you’re lying because he laughs now, and you look up at him in faux shock. “What! I mean it!”

“I’ve never met a girl content with being a secret. And I’ve met a lot of girls.” He’s trying to change the subject and you’re not going to let him get away with it.

“This isn’t about me!” you say, swatting at him from across the couch. Your laughter dies down and the two of you are left with echoing silence again. The record has to be flipped but you’re afraid to move.

“What’s going on with you?” It’s barely above a whisper as you stare at his side profile.

“The person you date is supposed to make your life more enjoyable. Right?” You nod and wait for him to continue. He’s taking his time, thinking very carefully about what he says.

“What if they just… Don’t?”

You’re completely unsure of what to say. He continues on, relieving you of the responsibility of responding for now.

“Is it possible to love someone and not like them? Is that what settling down is like? Just… Tolerating someone because you picked them and you kinda just have to?”

You stare at each other for a tense moment in the candlelit library, and it feels like the world has stopped spinning on its axis. As if the two of you are the only people alive in the world. After a few seconds of listening to your blood pound in your ears, you let out a shaky breath.

“Do you?” you question nervously. “Do you love her?”

“I don’t know.” His voice is so quiet now, so boyish and gentle. “Do you think that’s love? Doing what you think you have to do, even if it’s at the expense of what you really want?” You blink back the tears forming in your eyes and take in his sad face, his furrowed brow and downturned lips. Your heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your chest.

“I don’t, Sammy.”

-oOo-

That night, you spend the evening in Josh’s guest bedroom. In the morning you rise to an empty home with a note on the counter.

Went to get Rosie. Be back soon.

Rosie? Was that her name? You hadn’t asked. It’s nice to know your talk last night helped and he was on his way to his girlfriend to make amends. You sigh wistfully and walk around the kitchen island, searching for any signs of a coffee maker as you push the delusion of any connection you may have had last night to the back of your mind. It was the alcohol and the candles and the library. You were under environmental influence. That was the problem.

Suddenly the front door opens and the quick pitter patters of what you can only imagine are paws interrupts your internal reasoning. Turning around, you see Sam in the doorway with a leash and his dog who now you can only assume is Rosie running towards you.

“Oh my god, Hi!” You’re immediately crouching to greet her, scratching her chin, accepting her kisses. He calls her with a laugh and she retreats, sitting dutifully at his feet at the entryway of the kitchen. He’s dressed in a busy silk shirt; vertical stripes of alternating yellow floral and tiny polka dots. You can see the paths his fingers took as he ran them through his unwashed hair, his yellow-lensed sunglasses resting on top. Yellow seems to be the theme, seeing as his shorts are a somehow busier yellow pattern than his shirt, the inseam so short you see the expanse of his thighs. You’re broken from your trance when he speaks, closing your mouth from its previously agape position as you ogled him.

“This is my baby girl, Rosie.” She’s pawing at his shoe as if she wants to tell him something, her tail wagging. He furrows his brow at her for a moment before murmuring, “go ‘head,” tentatively.

Rosie trots over to you as soon as she gets permission, nudging you with her snout. You kneel back down to greet her again and she sits, leaning herself against you. She’s looking up at you with the sweetest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“She’s a service dog,” he says, watching the two of you interact. “...Are you nervous?”

You pet her ears, smiling sweetly.

“Maybe a little? I mean. I wasn’t really expecting you guys to burst through the door.” You can’t seem to think of a better excuse to tack on to the end of your already shitty one, so you go on baby talking Rosie and accepting her sweet affection. It’s not like you could explain that he walked in on you having weird, almost jealous feelings for him as you imagined he was off making up with his girlfriend.

“I mean. Either that or she’s just taken a liking to you.” He smiles at the two of you before beginning to put her leash down, but he freezes. “Do you want to go get breakfast? I know this great cafe. Unless you-”

“Breakfast sounds great,” you respond quickly, not giving him another moment to doubt himself.

-oOo-

He carts the three of you (yes, Rosie too) through the streets of downtown Nashville in his Tesla, cursing not one, not two, but three people for taking the parking spots he had his eye on. You laugh at his comically short fuse and eventually hop out of the car once he’s found a place to park it.

The cafe he’s brought you to offers outdoor seating, and he explains that it’s his favorite because they always bring Rosie her own bowl of water and a snack when they bring his meal. You agree that it’s incredibly cute and follow the hostess to your table.

You sit across from each other and decide what to order, searching the menus in the sunshine. Rosie sits comfortably on top of your feet, her leash tethered under the leg of Sam’s chair. You take a second to admire him as he studies the options as if he hasn’t been here a hundred times before. He recommended nearly everything you’re reading on the menu to you in the car on the way. You take every detail of him in, basking in the morning summer sun; he’s got on his funky yellow sunglasses and you can’t help but laugh when he catches you staring.

“What’s on your schedule for this week with the kids?” he asks, closing his menu.

“We’re starting on costumes. I’m trying to sort through everything the parents have donated. My apartment looks like the most macabre aquarium you’ve ever seen.” He laughs loudly at your remark, making the server who’s approaching jump.

“Oh GOD, sorry,” he says in his thick michigan accent, laughing through every word. You can’t help but smile endearingly at the way it comes through so clearly compared to his brothers.

The two of you place your orders and pick up where you left off almost instantly.

“I hope asking about your work doesn’t stress you out or anything,” he says. “I’m just like. Proud of you or whatever.”

The way he’s attempting to be casual but is so incredibly genuine stops you in your tracks; it takes you a moment to process. He cares about how you feel and what you’re doing, and it’s a kindness you haven’t been afforded in a while.

“Thanks Sammy,” you respond as you reach for your glass of cold water, concealing your smile and flushed cheeks.

“I mean it,” he says, bolder now that you’ve reacted well to his compliments. “You do good stuff. You have a really good heart.”

“Yeah?” you ask, testing the waters, hoping he’ll bite and pour a little more of his honey-sweet praise over you. He leans back in his chair, taking in your rose-painted cheeks and delighted smirk.

“Yeah!” he says incredulously, faux-shocked, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He can’t help but oblige and flirt right back, enjoying the obvious effect he’s having on you. “We write songs about saving the world and loving each other and all that shit, but you’re the one actually doing it.” The slight tilt of your head informs him of how pleased you are to hear his high compliments as you trace your finger around the rim of your glass.

“You’re amazing,” he says bluntly. Your eyes shoot up to meet him and he’s staring right at you. There’s a moment where you’re unsure of what to say. Your heart truly feels like it’s being squeezed in your chest as your lips part slightly, staring back at him. You finally break eye contact and push your hair behind your ear, looking at the street around you, waiting for the tension to dissipate. Eventually your eyes find his again, and he’s still staring.

“Thank you, Sammy.”

-oOo

You hear from Jake a few times while he’s gone. He sent you a picture of his view in the studio without a caption one afternoon. There was a 11:43pm text on a Thursday that just said hi to which you responded, and he ignored. Then, he called you drunk on the last Friday evening he was away, telling you he was returning on the first flight Saturday morning and to “expect him,” followed by a loud belch, a fit of giggles, and the sound of his phone being tossed onto the table while he shouted in the distance.

You didn’t really know what he meant until he nearly busted down your apartment door, knocking so hard you were sure it was the police coming to arrest you for a felony. As soon as you swing the door open, he strides in like he owns the place.

“What the fuck is all this?” he asks, lifting his sunglasses to rest on top of his head. He’s talking about the prop and costume explosion that’s taken over your entire apartment.

“For the show. You’re lucky I don’t have a roommate, you know,” you say, arms crossed.

“Eh,” he says shrugging before crouching as if he’s about to pounce with a playful, devilish grin. “I don’t mind an audience.” He’s on you so quickly after he speaks, you can’t help but squeal. He’s hugging you tight, placing hungry kisses to your neck while he backs you up to the couch. You giggle as he releases you onto the plush sofa and watch him toss aside his sunglasses. He pulls the soft linen shirt that matches the pants he’s wearing over his tan shoulders.

Your shorts are smoothly pulled over your legs before he descends upon you, finally pressing his lips to yours with a hunger you almost don’t recognize from him.

“Seems like you missed me,” you say smartly against his mouth, and he chuckles at you in response. You feel him smile and the warmth that blossoms in your abdomen is almost shameful. He’s not your boyfriend. Cut it out.

You lace your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you as he laps at your mouth with his tongue, sliding his hand between your legs and past your panties. A small gasp passes your lips as he spoils you with attention where he knows you need it most. You bite your lip to silence yourself, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Don’t want your neighbors to hear, huh?” he taunts, deliciously sliding two fingers inside you. You shake your head, trying to remain quiet as he easily finds the perfect spot he knows so well, spoiling you, the sensation making you weak.

“But what if I do?” he questions, tucking his face into your neck to leave a red and purple mark you’ll see in the mirror when he leaves. You blush at the thought, shaking your head again in faux shyness.

“They’re just nice old ladies,” you offer breathlessly. He twists his wrist in response, pulling an obscene cry from the deepest part of your chest, the sound bouncing off your apartment walls.

“Mmm, listen to that.” He’s so pleased with himself. “They could probably use a little entertainment, don’t you think?” he muses, his tone so smug it makes you dizzy. It only takes a few more strokes against the sensitive spot only he can reach to make you clench around him, wailing and tugging at his hair in your hands as you climax.

“Sorry,” you say, releasing your grip on his locks, still panting.

“For what?” he asks, kissing you gently on the cheek as he pulls you to sit up. The hand that was just inside you helps pull off your shirt and unclasp your bra; the same set of hands those big, fancy cameras zoom in on, plastering them on the big screen for thousands of screaming fans to watch. You can’t help but blush.

“Pulling your hair,” you lament as he stands you up now, pulling your panties to the ground. He’s still sitting, so he undoes his belt and shimmies his pants down just enough before offering a hand and pulling you into his lap to straddle him.

“Shut up.” It’s mean, but it’s Jake, and it’s just the type of playful attitude that lured you into his snare in the first place. “You know I like it rough.”

As if he timed it perfectly, he lines himself up at your entrance and sits you down so quickly it knocks the wind right out of you in the form of an absolutely pornographic moan. Your neighbors definitely heard that one. He shushes you arrogantly in response, leaning you back so he can look at you. His thumb makes its way down to rub gentle circles against your clit as he stares intently at where your bodies meet while you move your hips at your own pace.

“Poor thing. They’re not gonna let you water their plants anymore after they hear you getting fucked through the walls, are they?” He pairs his faux disappointment with a dramatic pout. You huff at him, too far gone to care, chasing your second high of the evening.

“I feel you baby. Greedy thing. Must have needed it bad, huh?” he taunts, slowing his ministrations as you attempt to ride him to your end. “If you weren’t so worried about eavesdroppers, I’d make you beg for it.”

You fall forward in frustration, taking matters into your own hands. The fast pace you set with the added range of motion you’ve given yourself is a shock to him, pulling soft moans and curses from his sweet lips pressed against your cheek. You’re so close again, but your determination has pushed him to the edge as well. You reconsider for a moment before pushing the hair behind his ear and leaning in close.

“Are you gonna cum inside me, Jakey?” you ask, your tone sultry and your movements unceasing. His hands on your hips are certainly leaving bruises now as he tosses his head back.

“Holy fuck. You’re gonna kill me.” The effect you have on him staggers you, the thought of overwhelming him for once threatening to send you over the edge. “Feels so fucking good. Please, baby, please,” he begs, and the thought of Jake Kiszka underneath you, begging to cum inside you rips you to shreds in the most divine way. You squeeze hard around him and sink down deeper into the trenches of your orgasm, waiting for him to find his own.

Curses and praises leave his lips up until the moment he sinks his teeth into your neck. His hips lift from underneath you, the powerful stroke as his orgasm begins hitting so deep inside you it makes you see stars. He cums with an admission of, “Fuck, I missed you,” and it floats into your ears directly to your heart, pulling a sweet, pleased sigh from your chest.

The intensity has left you both completely spent and you rest your head on his shoulder as he catches his breath. You smile contently, nuzzling against him. That is until Jake breaks through the comfortable silence.

“I’m going away again next week. Not as long, just a week. Just thought I’d give you a heads up.” You nod against him, understanding he has work and obligations. You move to stand, collecting your clothes as he watches with hooded eyes.

“Oh. And uh… When I get back, we’re all going to this wedding. I RSVP’d with a plus one like six months ago. Wanna be my date?” He’s still a little winded, his voice tired. You know you’re going to find him asleep on the couch when you get back from the bathroom.

You smile, holding the bunch of laundry in your arms, taking in the sight of him. You’re sure your eyes have been replaced with cartoon hearts. “I’d love to,” you answer, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips before heading off to get cleaned up.

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Part 4

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grey-sides · 2 years ago

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my heart, a locket for you

Here is the Harringrove for Turkey fill for @chrisbitchtree! I hope you love it and thank you so, so much for donating!!

~2.6K words, explicit

Billy tells him when he’s in the bath. Steve has some candles lit, the lights turned off with a glass of wine in one hand and the radio playing in the background.

It’s funny that he doesn’t even care that Billy is walking in on him naked. They’ve kept each other alive through hazings, near alcohol poisoning, and heartbreak. Billy’s seen him naked before and at his very worst. Sitting in a bubble bath is nothing.

“I’m thinking of moving back to California,” Billy admits, shrugging. He’s wearing a clean t-shirt, one that fits him well enough to highlight his biceps and triceps and all the ’ceps that Steve wants to touch.

Steve takes a swallow of wine, does his best not to choke on it. Billy wants to move back to California. He’s probably always wanted to move back to California. And now that they’re graduated, there’s no reason for him not to.

“Back to where you’re from?” Steve asks and hopes his voice isn’t too strangled. He’s supposed to be relaxing, but Billy is dropping bombs on him.

Billy shrugs, grabs the bottle of wine and takes a drink. “Probably. Maybe. Still gotta find a place, but I figured I would let you know, you know? Give you time to get used to the idea of not having to see my ugly mug every morning.”

Steve has gotten painfully, irrevocably used to seeing Billy’s face every morning. But now he’s going to have to not see it. It makes his chest ache. He fills the hole with another swallow of wine.

“Well, good then. Means I’ll be able to have over more girls.”

Billy snorts, drinks more wine and leaves Steve to his bath. He flickers the lights a couple of times before he actually leaves and Steve laughs. They have time, Billy hasn’t enough found a place to move yet.

They moved in together for college, during their freshmen year. They had both moved across the country to go to Temple University, which Steve hadn’t expected but once he realized living with Billy wasn’t too bad- he hadn’t minded.

Billy was typically clean, or at least good at keeping his mess on his side of the room. He liked to wear just his boxers and a tank top around the dorm room, but Steve never minded. They worked well together, living in the same dorm room.

So they just stuck with it. Through their first cramped dorm room to a weird suite with two weird roomates, to their first off-campus place that they hosted parties in every weekend.

And when the holidays came around, Billy would drive home with him. One night to visit Max, middle ground at her mother’s, away from his father. And then he would charm Steve’s parents. Mostly his mother, but it was good.

It’s still good. It’s a nicer apartment than their first off-campus one, it’s for real adults with full-time jobs which they both have. Two shiny degrees tacked to the wall in the living room, opposite the television.

Steve doesn’t want to leave this apartment. Or, well, it’s not the apartment, really. It’s Billy. Billy will leave, go back to California and become one with the surf and sand again.

If Steve was a good roommate and not in love with Billy, he would offer to go with him. Spend a week looking at apartments, asking Billy to show him around. Giving him freedom and space and help.

But he’s selfish, he always has been. He wants Billy to stay as long as possible, have to ask the post office to order him some special newspapers from California so he can look at listings.

He wants to savor their nightly dinners, shared at the shitty dining room table Billy cobbled together in an elective. He wants to grab Billy a beer from the bridge and press it to the back of his neck until he smacks him every night. He wants to see if they both can fit into the easy chair Steve’s dad bought Billy to prove that he could.

“Dinner!” Steve shouts, scooping pasta into bowls. He has the salad bowl set on the table already with ranch dressing for him and Italian for Billy. There’s water there too, it looks domestic, friendly, like maybe they’re a family.

Billy waltzes out in his cut off shorts with his hair in a bandanna. It’s out of control these days, long and untamed. He used to bitch about finding a hairdresser, so Steve trims the ends for him.

“Hmmm you made pesto?” Billy asks, stretching so he can scratch his stomach. He crosses behind Steve while Steve carries bowls to the table and heads for the kitchen sink. Domestic.

Steve nods and wipes his hands off with his dishtowel, looking at the spread on the table. “Yeah, I used pine nuts this time because you said you like them,” he replies. He nods once and goes to wash his hands too.

Billy takes his usual seat, chair against the wall so he can see the door. It’s just something Steve’s gotten used to, living with him. He likes to see doors, any place someone can enter from. Steve knows it’s from his dad, but he doesn’t begrudge him for it. Billy’s allowed to have fears from that man.

“Thanks, are there any nuts left over?”

“Half a bag,” Steve hums. He picks up his fork and twirls pasta around it. “Stuck them in your cabinet by the fridge.”

Billy grins. “You’re the best.”

Steve flips him off as his heart warms in his chest. They dig in to eat and for awhile, it’s just the sound of their forks scraping the bowls, chewing and slurping.

“Harrington,” Billy says, eventually, looking intently at him.

“Hm?” Steve pokes his head up, looks at Billy with wide eyes. Billy doesn’t say a word, he just leans over and drags his napkin down Steve’s cheek. Steve blushes to the roots of his hair and looks down hurriedly when Billy pulls his hand away.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“Anytime, but you gotta get better at not getting shit all over your face, since I won’t be here forever,” Billy teases him.

It’s enough reminder to make Steve’s heart sink. Billy hasn’t really made any moves yet, he hems and haws about how hard it is to find a place without being there. But he hasn’t tried to find flights or listings, as far as Steve can tell.

“Yeah, would you get on that?” Steve chuckles, light, teasing. He doesn’t want Billy to leave. He can’t imagine asking him to stay.

Billy rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. The silence leaves Steve enough space to wonder if maybe Billy doesn’t want to go either. Or…or if he wants Steve to go with.

Later, weeks or months or seasons, it’s hard to tell sometimes, Billy bothers Steve in his room. He hovers in the doorway and watches Steve, waits until Steve grabs a pillow to throw at him because he’s being silent and creepy.

“Asshole,” Billy mutters, catching the pillow. He throws it right back and Steve catches it with his face.

Steve sets the pillow down and fixes his glasses. He runs his fingers through his hair and raises his brows. He has a magazine open in his lap, reading an article about a movie he wants to go see.

“What?” Steve asks, pushing the magazine to the side.

Billy shrugs, licks his lips. “About California…”

Steve waits for him to continue, but it’s clear Billy doesn’t have any other thoughts. Or he doesn’t know what else to say. “What about it?”

“I’m really gonna go, you know?”

Steve nods slowly, shifts over on his bed because Billy insists on taking the right side. “I know, you said you would.”

Billy takes a deep breath, blows it out slowly. “You ever think about moving?”

Steve shrugs, wraps his arms around his pillow and hugs it to his chest. It’s late, the hour of honesty and loneliness.

“I moved from Hawkins, didn’t I?”

Billy lays back on his bed, looks up at the ceiling. His hair is damp, curled wildly around his face on the pillow. “Yeah. Guess we did.”

Steve could kiss him, wants to kiss him. He wants to lean over him and kiss him senseless until Billy is breathless and begging. Until Steve can leave his mark all over him so that no matter where Billy goes, he will never forget Steve Harrington.

“Why do you want to go back to California?” he asks instead.

Billy shrugs. “Always said I was going to.”

“Do you not like it here?”

“Summers suck, man, they’re so fucking humid.”

Steve hums, rolls onto his side to watch Billy. “But we get snow. And cheesesteaks.”

“Ohhh cheesesteaks,” Billy grumbles, humming. “With provolone, no whiz.”

“No whiz, never,” Steve whispers.

Steve licks his lips, there’s something here, in the space between them. Sitting on the sheets and waiting to be picked up and examined.

“And I’m here,” Steve adds. His voice is low, maybe he could say he coughed if Billy calls him on it.

“You’re here,” Billy agrees softly. He closes his eyes, his eyelashes touch his cheeks, the freckles dusted there. Steve wants to commit them to memory on the tips of his fingers.

“Don’t leave,” Steve mumbles. He swallows hard and reaches out, curling his fingers into Billy’s soft band t-shirt. “Don’t go back to California, not without me.”

Billy’s lower lip trembles and his eyes screw shut tighter. He looks like he wants to burst into tears. Steve knows the feeling.

“Don’t-”

“Don’t what? Don’t tell you the truth? I want you here with me. Don’t go somewhere and not let me follow.”

Billy grabs his wrist, squeezes it and turns to look at him with shiny eyes. “I have to leave or I won’t stop loving you.”

“Fucking-!” Steve throws his pillow to the ground and surges up to kiss Billy. Idiots, both of them.

He untangles his hand from his shirt and cradles his cheek in one hand. It’s so warm to the touch because Billy contains the sun and he probably needs to go back to California to get it recharged, but they can go together. Later.

Billy makes a soft sound and one of his hands fits against Steve’s lower back. He forces Steve to straddle his waist, kissing back like they need to share air.

Steve leans himself into Billy’s embrace, spending just a moment marveling at how well they fit together. Of course they do, they’ve always fit together, it’s part of why living together has worked out so well.

He groans quietly when Billy tugs on his lower lip and slides his hand up to tangle in his hair. Steve tugs on the ends of it, huffing a bit as he rocks his hips down.

“Stay,” he whispers. “If we do this, you have to stay. You have to wait until we can find a place together.”

Billy nods, pulls back to look at Steve with bright eyes. “I’m gonna stay. Haven’t found a place anyway.”

Steve knows it’s the truth because Billy’s been dragging this out as much as Steve has been carefully not touching it to keep him here. He dives back in and slides his left hand down Billy’s body.

Billy groans next and starts to wiggle so he can get his shirt off. Steve has to put his mouth in the center of Billy’s chest and looks up at him through his lashes. He tugs his own shirt over his head too, dropping both of them onto the floor.

He’s suddenly glad that Billy likes the right side because then he won’t have to sleep in the wet spot. Or they can go sleep in Billy’s bed which has no wet spots. Choices, choices, Steve stops thinking about their choices.

They get undressed, still familiar, but breathing hard. It’s not from playing basketball in the summer or doing laps at the Y in the winter. It’s because they’re kissing and touching, hands sliding over skin, grabbing fistfuls.

Steve leans over Billy enough to smack around his bedside table. Condom, lube, he always has them, easy, accessible, sitting right out in the open because he’s twenty-fucking-three.

“Shit, you ever done this before?” Billy laughs.

“Fuck no,” Steve giggles in return. “Hands?”

“Hands, but I’m gonna learn how to do it for you,” Billy decides. He tosses the condom away but keeps the lube close.

Steve kisses his stomach and picks up the lube to wrap his hand around it. Maybe he can warm it, he wants to warm it for Billy like he’s never wanted to warm lube for anyone before.

Billy pulls him up for another kiss, one hand on his cheek, the other fitting around both their dicks. It’s dry, his hand is calloused from weights, but Steve moans anyway.

There’s nothing like being touched by someone he loves, he can’t help it. He huffs a couple of times and bites down on Billy’s lip.

Steve pulls back to get lube between them, too much, at least for now, but it’s fine. They’re gross, they’re boys, he loves Billy so much it’s not funny. He rolls his hips up and Billy moans next, friction.

“Shit do that again,” Billy begs. He has his hand curled around them both, so Steve can do the hip work.

He starts a slow roll, finding a rhythm that works for both of them. And he kisses Billy, his lips are going to be sore tomorrow from Billy’s facial hair, but he doesn’t care. He’s so focused on how their skin drags together, the rasp of his chest hair against Billy’s chest.

Steve’s toes curl and he really pushes himself into Billy’s hand, listens to make sure it’s good for Billy too. He wants this moment to last forever. He’s imprinting himself into Billy’s heartbeats if he wasn’t there already.

“Fuck,” Billy breathes. His hips rock up too, uncontrollable while he chases that release. Steve watches him, mouth hanging open. They can do this again later or tomorrow or any day from now until forever.

“Come on, show me how good you look when you come,” Steve coaxes. He wraps his hand around them too, has to take a deep breath to keep from shooting off, he wants to see Billy come first.

Billy grunts and focuses, looking down between them. Steve keeps rocking his hips, so focused on that pretty face, the furrow of his brows, the way his lips are sucked between his teeth.

When Billy comes, his face opens up, he drops his head back and almost laughs into his moan. Steve is totally transfixed, paused halfway in a thrust. He has to kiss Billy’s jaw and feels the wet splash of spunk between them.

Steve moans and slides through Billy’s come breathlessly. He comes a moment later, squeezing down hard on himself as he thinks of Billy’s blue eyes, searching for the heavens he’s found within himself.

Steve flops beside him. His chest is heaving, his hand and stomach are sticky, but his heart is soaring. He’s smiling, he looks at Billy and smiles even wider.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Billy turns to smile at him too, leans in for a soft, sweet kiss. He’s tender to the touch, when Steve splays his sticky hand on his chest.

“I love you too,” Billy mumbles when they pull apart. “Come with me to California.”

And Steve doesn’t know what else the future holds or if he’s even going to like California. But he wants to keep this life with Billy. So he just smiles and says, “Okay.”

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theconnectiongarden · 1 year ago

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50 Romantic Ideas to Reignite the Spark in Your Relationship

Hey there, lovebirds! Whether you’ve been together for months, years, or decades, keeping the romance alive is key to a thriving relationship. Sometimes, all you need is a little inspiration to rekindle that flame. That's why I've put together a list of 50 romantic ideas to add a spark to your relationship. From simple gestures to grand surprises, there’s something here for every couple. And if you're looking for more in-depth guidance on building a deeper connection, my Couples & Relationship Therapy Workbook is a great resource to explore alongside these ideas.

1. Surprise Date Nights: Plan a surprise date night. It could be dinner at a fancy restaurant or a cozy night in. And why not use one of the creative date ideas from the workbook?

2. Handwritten Love Letters: Write heartfelt, handwritten love letters to each other.

3. Weekend Getaway: Organize a surprise weekend getaway to a place you both love or have always wanted to visit.

4. Cooking Together: Spend an evening cooking a new recipe together.

5. Sunrise or Sunset Watching: Find a beautiful spot to watch the sunrise or sunset together.

6. Recreate Your First Date: Relive the memories by recreating your first date.

7. Star Gazing: Lay out a blanket and gaze at the stars together.

8. Love Notes: Leave little love notes in unexpected places.

9. Spa Day at Home: Set up a spa day at home with massages and relaxation.

10. Memory Book: Create a book or a digital album of your favorite memories together. While assembling it, use prompts from the workbook to reflect on your journey together and deepen your bond.

11. Dance Together: Have a dance night at home to your favorite songs.

12. Breakfast in Bed: Surprise your partner with breakfast in bed.

13. Watch a Romantic Movie: Have a movie night with a selection of romantic films.

14. Go for a Hike: Connect with nature and each other on a scenic hike.

15. Visit a Museum or Art Gallery: Spend a day exploring a museum or art gallery.

16. Write a Song or Poem: If you’re musically inclined, write a song or poem for your partner.

17. Take a Class Together: Sign up for a class you’re both interested in, like cooking, dancing, or pottery.

18. Plan a Picnic: Have a romantic picnic in a local park.

19. Couples Photoshoot: Arrange a professional photoshoot or take candid shots of each other.

20. Candlelit Dinner at Home: Cook or order in and have a candlelit dinner.

21. Plan Future Dreams: Spend an evening planning your future together.

22. Volunteer Together: Share the love by volunteering for a cause you both care about.

23. Write Future Letters: Write letters to each other to open in the future.

24. Create a Playlist: Make a playlist of songs that are special to your relationship.

25. Take a Road Trip: Hit the road and see where it takes you. During the trip, you can use the conversation starters from the workbook to learn new things about each other and strengthen your connection.

26. Visit a Winery or Brewery: Spend a day tasting wines or beers.

27. Try a New Restaurant: Go out to a new restaurant in town.

28. Weekend Brunch: Enjoy a lazy weekend brunch together.

29. Play Board Games: Have a fun night playing your favorite board games.

30. Attend a Concert or Show: See a live concert or show together.

31. Visit a Botanical Garden: Take a stroll through a local botanical garden.

32. Go on a Bike Ride: Explore your city or town on a bike ride.

33. Make a Time Capsule: Create a time capsule of your relationship and open it in the future.

34. Have a Themed Dinner Night: Choose a theme and make a dinner night out of it.

35. Take a Scenic Drive: Drive through scenic routes in or near your city.

36. Visit an Amusement Park: Spend a day at an amusement park.

37. Go to a Festival: Find a local festival or fair and enjoy it together.

38. Have a DIY Project Day: Work on a home improvement or craft project together.

39. Go Kayaking or Canoeing: Have an adventure on the water.

40. Take a Hot Air Balloon Ride: Experience a hot air balloon ride for a unique date.

41. Watch Old Home Videos: Reminisce by watching old videos or photos.

42. Go to a Trivia Night: Participate in a trivia night at a local bar or cafe.

43. Plan a Themed Movie Marathon: Have a movie marathon with a specific theme.

44. Go Horseback Riding: Try horseback riding for a fun outdoor activity.

45. Visit a Farmer’s Market: Stroll through a farmer’s market and cook a meal with your finds.

46. Attend a Cooking Demonstration: Learn something new at a cooking demo.

47. Go to an Aquarium: Spend a day at an aquarium.

48. Take a Yoga Class Together: Relax and connect with a couple's yoga class.

49. Have a Beach Day: Spend a day relaxing at the beach.

50. Go on a Scavenger Hunt: Spice up your day with a personalized scavenger hunt for each other. For a ready-made adventure, check out my Scavenger Hunt Pack for Couples, designed to bring fun and excitement into your relationship. This pack takes the guesswork out of creating an engaging activity and is filled with creative clues and challenges tailored for couples. It’s a playful way to explore and enjoy each other's company, creating lasting memories.

Remember, it’s not about grand gestures but about the thought and love you put into them. These ideas are just a starting point. Feel free to get creative and tailor them to suit your relationship’s unique dynamic. The most important thing is to spend quality time together, creating new memories and strengthening your bond. The Couples & Relationship Therapy Workbook can be a valuable tool in this journey, offering deeper insights and structured activities to strengthen your relationship. It’s designed to complement these romantic ideas, providing a foundation for continued growth and connection.

FAQs

1. Are these ideas suitable for all budgets?

Yes, there are options here for every budget, from free activities to more elaborate plans.

2. Can we modify these ideas to suit our interests?

Absolutely! Feel free to adapt and change these ideas to match what you both enjoy.

3. What if we're not very romantic?

Romance is subjective. The key is to find activities that you both feel comfortable with and enjoy.

4. How often should we plan these activities?

It depends on your schedules, but try to set aside time regularly, whether it’s weekly or monthly.

5. Can the workbook be used along with these romantic ideas?

Of course! The workbook is a great complement to these activities, offering deeper insights and guided exercises to enhance your connection.

6. Where can I get the Couples & Relationship Workbook?

You can find the workbook here: Get Access Now. It’s a great resource for couples looking to deepen their relationship and reignite the spark.

7. Where Can I get the Scavenger Hunt for Couples Pack?

You can find the pack here: Click here. It’s a great tool for couples add a playful yet intimate twist to their relationship.

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stepfordgoth · 2 months ago

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Ewwwww not to be weird but every once in a while after I've had a Good Drunken Night I do some reflecting about the night, and then I inevitably (for some reason) start to think about when my ex and I were "on the way out" in 2015, and I was starting to move out of his house and I spent the weekend (July 4 weekend) at my friend's house and it was literally THE DAY AFTER I LEFT that that dumbass boy got a major DUI charge and almost died because he apparently drank a WHOLE BOTTLE OF KRAKEN IN A COUPLE OF HOURS (which first of all is INSANE, even if you are "tall with lots of alcoholic genetics" lol) and then decided that he absolutely needed to drive to his buddy's house, presumably to play GTA and smoke weed, and he wrapped his car around a fucking telephone pole in the process. Despite the sternum injury he gave himself (cancerian male!) he survived the event, and when he woke up in the hospital the next morning he told his mom and sisters (who never liked me to begin with) that the whole thing was MY FAULT because I had always been there to hide his keys before then, and I wasn't there that time, so that's why it happened. And they believed him of course because he was the precious baby boy of the family (the only son AND the youngest child!) and proceeded to harass me on Facebook for MONTHS after we broke up. And in January 2016 I found out he had apparently been cheating on me for a few months before we broke up anyway! So it was actually ridiculous.

And anyway my point here is that I always end up coming to the conclusion that even with all of the plentiful drunken experiences I've had in the last 15 years, I have never ever been sooooooo drunk that Ive considered driving somewhere for any reason, and I would literally never. I don't understand how he did it. The thought of driving anywhere other than home after I've had more than 2 cocktails/beers/glasses of wine is actually so scary to me and makes me anxious to even think about tbh!

And how the fuck did I ever put any energy into someone who acts like that in general, you know? I sold myself so short constantly before I met my husband tbh

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thatbtsfan · 1 year ago

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Upcoming series: "MUST be LOVE"( 3 parts)

Pairing: Jungkook x redear (Y/n)(f)

genre/rating:m 18+) angst,fluff, smut: emotional, jealousy/jealous.friends to lovers au

Summary: Everything changes when from "friends" it becomes something "else" a party, a hot night and two friends.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

Mature scene, cursing, vape/ smoking mentions, Partys, flirting, filthy, cocky, arrogant,SMUT

Notes: 3 parts. it will be only three parts of "MUST be LOVE".

—MUST be LOVE —

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the fact that your friend forced you to this party, where she apparently left you alone in the entire party. it doesn't justify anything you did.

well maybe?

You were a little crazier a month ago, you were childish, you did something bad. but not on purpose!

Never.

you really wanted to help her. because she was ashamed to confess her feelings to her college crush, you took this initial and wrote a letter to her crush. (Saying that she really likes him) but she got very angry with you,like I tried to help you? maybe it wasn't quite decent how I behaved? first of all, it was not my job to get into hers. I’ll be honest but that was in the past. now you have grown up and you will never repeat your mistake!!

Even if a month has passed since then, it's normal to grow up, you're already in your 20s, you can't be so childish anymore!

You was clearly sorry for the strange thing you did!

but that didn't give her any right to leave you alone,you were friends for many years,you were like sisters.

she came to my house, forced me to get dressed, and eventually to get in the car and bring me here! For what? to ignore me afterwards. She just told me that jungkook will be here too.

But you didn't get along with him, for a while. because of his girlfriend, he stopped spending time with you, stopped taking an interest in your life. and then somehow you lost contact in your spare time. because at college you see each other every day! but as on weekends or on days off, he was not there.

before you were always together! if he wasn't at your house, you were at his, watching movies non-stop or playing many different games. telling stories until late at night. you missed all this.

his girlfriend was very beautiful, you never saw her, because he didn't show you or introduce her to you at all. but according to him, she was a beautiful girl. Right? he always talked about her with big and sparkling eyes, maybe this was love? you didn't know because you didn't give the guys around you your time! it was pathetic and there was no point. because your first love was him. and you didn't know what your feelings are! even if you were a good girl, smart and had good grades at school, you were pathetic in love! you didn't know how to love and you didn't even know what that love is,if you never felt it of course!

you had the second glass of wine in your hand. drink nothing but wine. it sounds ridiculous, but you don't like it when someone walks past you and smells like beer, the wine is much finer to your taste. the atmosphere was unpleasant, many people moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music, drinking and smoking. and your discomfort to leave this place as soon as possible was great. just like a sight that caught your eye made you give it up.

jungkook’s friend Taehyung was here, maybe you like him a little.but as a friend,he was a handsome, attractive, smart boy. but he was jungkook's best friend. you knew it would never work

the boy was nice. but they were both friends, and you had something for both of them, jungkook was your first love.your first crush, since you met him in the fifth grade. he was the new kid in town, and he transferred directly to our school. his parents were rich, they could send him to a well-paid school and a higher one. but he was at your school like any other child. at first you thought he was arrogant when you saw that he wasn't even at school on his first day and he already beat two children, later you found out that he protected his sister from those boys. you started watching that cute boy with big and bright eyes every hour at school, his smile reminded you a lot of a bunny. He was soo cute.

later his sister approached you and you started getting to know each other, she was two years younger than you. but that didn't stop you from becoming friends. you were at her house as often as possible, because she loved you a lot. your mother immediately became friends with her mother and after that you stayed with her or her family with you. you saw jungkook more often, and she told you a lot about her brother.

you don't know how this happened but suddenly you and jungkook became good friends. but it happened. you didn't know about him but you liked him a lot, but after spending a lot of time with him, you realized that what you are doing is wrong. he saw you as a good friend and that's it. and after that you buried all your feelings for him. what you were doing was wrong, it was wrong. even if nobody knew that. it was in your heart your imaginations with him your feelings your thoughts about him.

All

you even tried your relationship with taehyung, but it didn’t work. it didn't feel right, it wasn't right what you were doing! maybe you wanted to make jungkook jealous. but you were wrong, he saw you as a friend and that's it. and that you used Tae for that was even more wrong. you felt miserable, that was clear, and then you told Tae that you didn't feel anything for him. that you really tried to love him but it didn’t work. you didn't really suffer because of jungkook, but still his absence was felt.

“Y/n what a surprise, you're here too?”

Oh tae oh

“Yeah I was thinking of leaving. As you can see, I was kind of abandoned.”

I'm really thinking of leaving. but he saw me, so there is no escape. he would never let me go home alone. even if our relationship ended well. we had nothing to talk about. it was uncomfortable and strange, like two exes talking like friends.

“You can always join us, I lost a bet and I have to buy the drinks all night”

"Join us?“

I didn't even realize that the words came out of my mouth, I thought he came alone but he turns around and shows me a table where there were several people . he was also among them, my best friend. Jungkook! maybe i should go home?

but before I have the chance to turn around and leave, he takes me by the shoulders, the drinks on his another hand,and we make our way to the others.

his touch was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, it made me feel less stressed. he was always a sweet boy.

when we reach them, jungkook's eyes are immediately on me. do i look as if I did something bad? is my outfit to blame? but I look decent, my dress is black, up to my thighs I have my favorite pair of boots, and because it's a little colder outside I had my brown coat in my hand.

something changes on his face, he stands up to call me to him. when I get close to him, he takes me in his arms. maybe he missed me like I missed him? and he forces me to sit on the chair next to him.

"did you come alone Y/n?“

in order to be able to whisper softly in my ear, he had to get very close to me. his hand puts a strand behind my ear and he looks me in the eyes with a smile. Was he flirting with me rn?

"No, i came with your sister,but i kinda lost her“

shy I said, looking back into his eyes,he was too close!!! I could feel his fresh minty breath with a little bit of beer on my face. he had been drinking. He is drunk!

it was boring, and late. were they playing truth or dare? and jungkook watched me all night.

"You wanna dance?“

He suddenly asked me.

What? No!

But i answer anyway.

"Okay"

it was clear that he wanted to escape from the crowd, so my hand is pulled by him somewhere secluded. I don't know where the road led, but it seemed to me that it was an upper room.

"Jungkook where are we going?” I'm starting to panic because he's never done this! to take my hand, to come close to me, to filter with me.

"Shhh you'll see"

he was drunk. that was obvious, but why did I let myself be carried away by him? I was stupid, he always gave me false signals, and like a fool I got my hopes up.

he was a boy who, when I told him I needed him, was there. but not for what I really needed! he saw my wounds on the outside, but not the inside ones.

he always broke me into pieces, but he was still the check that held me together. he made me smile, gave me comfort and liked me as I was, childish. I was a child spoiled by my family and when I had to live alone he was there to be my friend, my mother, my father. he was my family. but I consider him the man of my heart, I have loved him since childhood and still could not forget him.

"Y/n go inside!”

“Hmm?”

I didn't even realize when I got to my destination, and jungkook doesn't let me answer, he pushes me inside. he sticks me to the door and slowly approaches me. "Y/n I really want to fuck you"

My eyes widened.

I was shocked!

" you what?”

I couldn't process his words!! he was drunk right? he was not aware of what he is saying!

"I really like you! I've always imagined what it's like to make love to you….. I always imagined you under me! in your bedroom in my bed! always."

if I say I have no words, will you still believe me?

“since when do you have these thoughts about me?”

I couldn't help but ask this!I wanted to know when. this phase has begun!

“when you turned 18, at first I couldn't realize what was happening to me! I thought I was crazy. How can you like your best friend? how can you think such a thing about her? I asked myself every day but the thought of you made me feel good"

he pauses, looks into my eyes and presses his body tighter into mine. and then he continues...

" and then i couldn’t live without seeing Y/n for a day.I was thinking about you, I want you. not for a day nor for a month forever!”

“Jungkook i- we’re best friends?”

but I no longer considered him my friend for so many years, I was in love with him!

But I don't know what I want now. the boy I've liked for so many years, who is apparently my best friend, is he confessing his feelings to me? no his desires more said!

“Fuck this friendship Y/n i want you,for me you’re mine! I tried to distance myself from you, I thought I could forget you but I can't!”

"You have a girlfriend!”

I tried not to fixate on his words. even though I felt my stomach do a flip when he said I was his, I had to be realistic he has a girlfriend!

he takes me by surprise when his lips make contact with mine. he's aggressive and possessive with his movements. his hands are creeping around my waist, his lips are soft and a little sour from the beer. the first time when the smell of beer didn't bother me, it got me drunk too.but this is wrong!

I try to distract him so that he stop ” Jungkook stop! you have a girlfriend!"

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I lied to you Y/n!”

What he doesn’t?

“Why?”

“because I really wanted to forget you! I really wanted to start a relationship with that girl but it didn't work! you were always in my thoughts! I was jealous of you when you went out with Tae! I was jealous that's why I told you I had a girlfriend. but after Tae told me that there was nothing between you, that you doesn't like him.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Y/n i’m too drunk to explain now”

he laughed and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before putting his head on my neck and leaving soft kisses. up to my jaw and up to my lips. he was kissing me slowly and gently, I couldn't believe that he was kissing me! is it a dream if it really is then I never want to wake up!

he kissed my neck, feeling how his teeth bit a potion from my neck, I hissed.

but he was quick to kiss the bite he made and lick the place. he continues like this down to the chest, his hands grasp my thighs from the back, lifting me up and placing me on the bed. I was drunk in his smell, in his kisses. everything about him was addicting. he takes the dress off my body and leaves me only in my underwear. it happens quickly, but in his head everything is written well, until he kisses the space between my breasts. until he took them in his hands. it covers them so well that a moan from my mouth is heard.

he arches my back so he can open the bra staples and takes it off. his mouth quickly catches my right nipple in his mouth. he sucks it, bites it, and plays with it, doing the same with the other one. I feel my private part pulsing for more, he goes down with kisses from the stomach to the thighs, his head is in my private part of the body, he kisses my inner thigh and puts the panties aside. I feel his breath on my clit and his finger makes contact with my pussy. One finger and then he adds one more, his mouth plays with my clit. Moans can be heard from my mouth. My heavy breathing, moans and heartbeats could be heard throughout the room. he removes his fingers from my hole and replaces them with his tongue, my hands cling to his hair, and I arch my back because of the sensation and how good he makes me feel!

"Y/n you taste heavenly baby”

“ jungkook i’m -g -going to come ahmm”

but before I came he stopped. frustrated that he is doing this.but he takes off his shirt and pants, his chest was well worked, his abs were well defined and that made me touch them, and that's what I did. he was so handsome. he looks divine and his smell intoxicates me. I quickly change positions and now I'm on top of him. he just smirked. and I kiss him with great passion, he is not the only one who imagined me under him, I did the same! I always wondered how would his dick feel inside me? how would he make love to me? I kiss his neck leaving a few marks on him and go down to his abdomen, I kiss him slowly, but before I reach lower, he leaves me on my back and stands on top of me.

“Y/n I want you. I want to fuck you all night raw, and then make love to you slowly and deeply.”

“Jungkook i want you too”

he takes off our underwear for both of us and positions himself at my entrance. I'm afraid, because it's the first time. and I didn't know how to tell him.

but with all the shame, I put my hands on my face, until he entered me and I told him..

“Jungkook i’m still a virgin.”

he stops what he was going to do and looks at me with soft eyes.

“Its okay my baby I'm going to take you slowly at first, but then, I'm going to fuck you raw. understand?

“Jungkook hmm”

before I could answer his cock was already inside me, he pushed himself gently inside me,all of him.it was painful but also pleasant. the pain was immense but he didn't move so that I could settle down, he kissed me on the forehead and on the lips, he gently pushed into my entrance and a wave of pleasure took control over me. and I tell him that he can move faster. he pushes himself so hard in me that he hits my g-spot countless times. it feels so good that I moan his name many times.

to make it even more intense, he takes my leg and puts it on his shoulder, that's how I feel it even deeper inside me, up to my stomach, it makes me feel so good. he thrusts into me a few more times and I come and tighten my walls around him and he releases in me with a long groan.

“Y/n i fucking love you”

. — MUST be LOVE —

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