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[sochai13]

domestic dazai … <3

— dazai inviting you into the shower after a rather unforgiving day, immediately adjusting the water temperature to be soothingly warm as it runs on your skin. he’ll squirt a bit of your shampoo into his palm before massaging it into your scalp, lithe fingers working all the tension that lingers away. he’ll hum a calming melody while rinsing out the shampoo, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder and neck afterwards.

— dazai whining as the two of you made your way back home from a little walk, coming across a street cat that he insisted was ‘too cute not to pet’. the man didn’t give it a second thought as he let her love on his hand, scratching behind her ear while the little feline purred. even as you advised him with furrowed brows about diseases or parasites he could be getting, dazai could care less as he looked back and forth between you and the cat with adoring eyes.

— dazai noticing how sleepy you were while out, the insomnia undoubtedly catching up to you. of course despite how much he hated the act, he offered to drive home almost immediately after seeing the half lidded, drowsy look in your eyes. when you arrived home, he quietly opened the car door, scooping up your sleeping body bridal style as gently as possible. dazai carried you to your shared bed, careful not to disturb that peaceful expression on your face while setting you down and sliding the warm comforter over you before coming to join you a few minutes later.

— dazai in the kitchen with you during the later months of the year, a sugary aroma filling the air as you stirred the cookie batter you were making. he insisted on helping you bake, brushing his intentions off as ‘emotional support’ when you questioned his lack of pastry skills. dazai’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you simply stir with an attentive look in his eyes only your darling could have.

[pupkashi]

Ok so can i request something?

Im currently on my period and i feel my insides tearing apart. Im having rough months cause my roomate who was also my best friend got in a fight with me and blamed me for everything (that wasn't even my fault) and my final term exams are here as well :((( imagine all the pressure

Can i get something soft with toru?my period is killing me and I would KILL to have this man with me rn

a/n: me when a bad bitch tells me to write comforting fluff 🫡 in all seriousness i hope this helps you even a smidge my beloved !!! i know how terrible and hurtful fights with friends can be from personal experience and i hope things get resolved for you soon <3 i love u so so so much you sweet summer child I’m so proud of you & best of luck on exams !

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sundays are your favorite days, you’ve decided.

sunday means you’ll have a warm, lanky, white haired sorcerer asleep next to you when you wake up. his arms tightly wrapped around your torso with his over grown hair tickling the back of your neck.

it’s sunday morning, and satoru is wrapped around you like a koala bear. there’s soft snores coming from the tired sorcerer, making you wonder what time he got home last night. the clock on the nightstand reads 7:42 am, making you smile. you don’t move or try to turn to face your lover, opting instead for reveling in his warm embrace, letting your eyes close softly and listening to his steady breathing.

satoru is awake by the time you wake up again, he’s drawing light circles on your bare arms. you turn around slowly, finding him laying on his side propped up on one elbow with his head in his hand. part of his hair is spiked up every which way, the other completely flat and there’s stray strands of hair all over his forehead.

“morning sweetheart” he whispers, smiling softly as he wipes away an eyelash from your cheek. the pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek, his hands are a bit calloused and rough, but you don’t care. you let your eyes close at the feeling, smiling before fluttering them open again.

“g’morning toru” you whisper back, smiling as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “d’you get back late last night?” he nods.

“first years had more trouble than i thought they would” he adds on, “you didn’t wait up did you?” there’s a pout on his lips when he sees you nodding.

“not too long though don’t worry” you assure him, flopping onto your back and staring at the ceiling, “knew youd be upset if you found me awake when you got home.” satoru smiles, you had him all figured out and he loved it.

“can’t have my baby losing sleep over me, now can i?” his voice is still raspy and deeper than usual, it makes your stomach flip and your heart stutter.

satoru moves around until he’s got his head resting on your chest, closing his eyes when your fingers find purchase in his hair. you both stay quiet for a bit, your fingers running through his hair and satoru letting his body fully relax under your touch.

“missed you” he mumbles, not opening his eyes. “wish everyday could be like this” the sigh that leaves his lips makes you frown a bit.

“don’t worry angel boy, one day it will be” you assure him, continuing to play with his hair, smiling when you form it into a giant spike before combing it down again. “for now, you wanna make breakfast?”

the sorcerer hums in agreement, standing up and stretching before the two of you head to the restroom, grabbing your respective toothbrushes.

“any plans today?” satoru asks, words jumbled and muffled thanks to the toothbrush in his mouth, but you understand him perfectly. you shake your head ‘no’ the two of you spitting and rinsing your mouths before heading to the kitchen.

there was only one way satoru would eat his veggies, and it’s if you made them in his eggs. while you chopped up some bell peppers, mushrooms and rinsed spinach, satoru put coffee to brew. small talk filling the space of the kitchen as you two slowly woke up.

it’s not long before satoru was wrapping his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he watched you cook the eggs. he’s placing soft kisses on your neck, smiling when he hears your giggles.

“your hair tickles” you laugh, making no attempt at pushing him off you.

“should i get a trim?” he asks you, laughing when you immediately respond with a quick ‘no!’

before long satoru has two coffees on the dining table, accompanied by two plates of food that you set down moments later. it’s peaceful as the two of you talk, hearing the world outside wake up, cars going up and down the street every five, ten minutes and birds singing sweetly by the bird feeder you’d set up with satoru not long ago.

“think a dove is setting up a nest in the garden” you smile, watching as your lover immediately looks up from his food excitedly.

“really? i told you we should’ve gotten the bird houses!” his eyes are gleaming as he stares out the window, smiling at the sight of two doves at the bird feeder. me and you, he thinks, staying quiet so he could continue to listen to you tell him of the new season premiere tonight.

the day passes slowly, with you two lounging on the couch watching an episode of whatever show you two had started during the week before getting ready for the grocery store.

satoru takes grocery shopping you very seriously, writing down every item you say on a paper list as you check the pantry and fridge. soon enough the two of you are on your way to the store, satoru grabbing a shopping cart and following you as you pick out everything.

he does make himself useful by getting whatever you tell him to, smiling widely when you approve of his fruit picks and sets them in the cart gently. he does all of the heavy lifting, carrying all your groceries in the house in one trip, not even breaking a sweat as he softly sets them down.

the two of you work harmoniously putting everything away, never once bumping into each other and easily understanding what the other wants without having to say a word.

“should we do takeout tonight?” he asks, looking down at you. the two of you freshly showered and now on the couch. your head in his lap as you both wait for the new episode of your show to premiere.

“yeah, what’d you have in mind?” you ask. 20 minutes later the two of you are eating dinner, drinking a bottle of wine satoru picked up on his way back home.

it seems unreal to satoru. being home. no matter how many weekends he spends with you, they all seem to be like a dream. he doesn’t care much for the show on tv, but he still sits with you and watches it for the full hour, listening intently to anything you had to say.

its dark out, and to both you and satoru’s dismay sunday has come and gone all too quickly. you’re both back in bed, in each others warm embrace. conversation topics come and go quickly, the two of you laughing loudly at any little thing.

“oh my god it’s already two in the morning” you gasp, looking at your lover with a shocked expression, “how do we always manage to talk all night?” satoru laughs as you try to pull the blanket over yourself, as if that would instantly make you fall asleep.

“time flies when you’re with the love of your life” he sing songs, joining you under the blanket and looking at you with fond eyes.

“that’s not how that goes” you tease, watching as he rolled his eyes, muttering a ‘come here’ before getting you back in his arms, peppering kisses over your face as you giggle.

“toru you have to be up early!” you scold, the smile on your face is a juxtaposition to your words. and you can’t help but smack him softly when he points it out.

“alright, alright” he sighs, turning off the dim lights and leaving a mixture of moonlight and streetlights illuminating the room. “let’s go to sleep then.”

it doesn’t take long to get cozy, the weeks exhaustion still prominent as you two begin to doze off quickly. satoru tries to keep talking, but his words don’t make much sense as they’re muffled against the top of your head.

“g’night toru, i love you” you whisper, holding him a bit tighter as he replies, already half asleep.

“g’night sweetheart, i love you.”

sunday ends the same way it began. with satoru wrapped around you like a koala, his streaky breathing lulling you to sleep. his body radiating warmth that makes you feel more sleepy. you can hear his soft snores after a couple minutes, it makes you smile.

you don’t dwell on the fact that come tomorrow morning, his side of the bed will be cold and you’ll have to go back to your routine. instead you sigh happily, letting yourself enjoy your lovers company on your favorite day of the week.

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[sugarpasteltmnt]

hahahaha oh no

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Second Chances - 299 words

Remus hadn’t bothered keeping up with Hogwarts faculty changes after The Order disbanded, he didn’t see the point of it other than mild curiosity. He isn’t sure if he regrets that now - if he’d have appreciated the heads up or whether he’d have turned and ran. 

It’s too late now, though. Here he is, blinking in confusion at those sparkling grey-blue eyes. Twelve years and he’d still recognise them anywhere. 

Sirius loiters in the doorway, not overstepping and inviting himself in which is - it isn’t how Remus would’ve expected him to behave when they last knew each other. 

“Dumbledore didn’t say who’d be teaching Defence,” Sirius says quietly, breaking the awkward silence. Even his voice, his annunciation - it’s exactly how Remus remembers. “When he mentioned Lycanthropy I thought - I hoped it’d be you.”

Remus swallows. He’s spent a long time contemplating what he’d say if they ever crossed paths again, but all that escapes him now he’s on the spot.  “What are you…” he starts but trails off lamely. What are you doing? What do you want? Why are you here?

“Potions professor,” Sirius answers, filling in the blanks. 

It makes sense. Sirius had the grades to teach just about anything but he'd always had a knack for potions and experimental brewing - something Remus had always been jealous of in school. And if he’s Dumbledore’s resident potioneer that can only mean-

“I assume you’re brewing the Wolfsbane then?”

Sirius smiles tightly. “Guess we’ll be working together pretty closely.”

Part of him wants to slam the door in Sirius’ face, it wouldn’t be less than he deserves. But they’re not rash teenagers anymore and Remus has to fight tooth and nail to keep any job down. He's not going to throw this away over Sirius Black.

“I suppose we’ll have to.”

[nostromosdead]

Let It Rip! (For Better or Worse.) - Parts 1 & 2

Ellen Ripley x Y/N (gender-neutral). Y/N is a paleoanthropologist recently hired by Weyland-Yutani for initially unknown reasons. (Will probably post this on AO3 too!)

The Nostromo was a labyrinth of steel and shadows, its corridors vibrating with the steady hum of the ship’s engines. Though everything was objectively fine at this moment, there was an unspoken tension in the air. Something thick and almost suffocating seemed to cling to every surface. Yet, for now, that fragile peace held, allowing you to explore this strange new environment at your own pace.

You walked slowly, the weight of your satchel pressing into your side—a familiar comfort in a place that felt anything but. The worn leather strap, softened by years of fieldwork, reminded you of the sun-baked, humidity-ridden dig sites where you’d spent most of your career. The decision to leave that world behind, even temporarily, hadn’t been easy. But the company’s offer had been impossible to ignore. They’d been almost desperate to hire a paleoanthropologist, yet frustratingly vague about why they needed one on a deep-space commercial towing vehicle. (And, to be fair, there weren’t many specialists remaining in the field, given Earth’s rapidly declining state.)

You still weren’t sure what they expected you to find out here, but you’d answered the advertisement anyway, drawn by the promise of a hefty paycheck. Hell, if anything, you assumed you’d end up being shown a bunch of archaic plant fossils and have to sheepishly inform them that they meant to hire an archaeobotanist. But, until then, you could spend a few months in space, collect your money, and eventually get back to your real work. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be more complicated than deciphering the mysteries of a bunch of rocks, right? Right. If The Company had found something of interest, it probably wouldn’t even end up being evolutionarily significant. After all, non-specialists mistake plain ole pebbles for artifacts all the time. Surely this case would be just like any other.

The mess hall was quiet, the soft hum of machinery your only company as you poured yourself a cup of something hot and vaguely coffee-like. You cradled the mug between your hands, letting the warmth seep into your fingers as you surveyed the utilitarian design of the room. Everything on the Nostromo was built for function, much like the old fossils and lithics you studied—stripped down, ‘bare bones,’ essential.

And that’s when you noticed her.

Across the room was Ellen Ripley, her tall frame partially obscured by the dim lighting. She stood at one of the ship’s consoles, her fingers moving deftly over the keys. The attention she devoted to a seemingly minute task was focused and intense. There was just something about her—a calm, commanding presence that made you feel both curious and cautious. Kinda like if the jump and subsequent drop you feel in your gut from a rollercoaster never truly got to dropping bit. That is to say, it was an air of perpetual anticipation.

You hesitated, unsure whether you should approach her or not. Did you even have the credentials to approach her? Wait–did The Company even operate like that? Note to self: look into the social dynamics that exist between varying Weyland-Yutani positions of power. You’d heard about Ripley even before you set foot on the Nostromo—everyone had. If anything, in the form of a warning or two. She was known for her temper in conflict, as for her level-headedness and quick thinking under pressure. It was a reputation that both impressed and intimidated you. But here, in the quiet of the mess hall, she seemed almost halfway approachable. Almost.

“Y/N, right?” Ripley’s voice broke the silence, smooth and unflinching as she turned to face you.

You nearly dropped your mug in surprise, having been locked in a bout of overthinking. “Uh, yeah. Hey! That’s me.”

Ripley’s gaze was steady as she took you in. Looking you up and down, just once, as if that was all she needed to make up her mind. “How are you finding the Nostromo?”

“It’s… different,” you replied, struggling to find the right words. “Not what I’m used to.”

Ripley offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. “I imagine not. What made you sign up for this?”

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “The company was pretty insistent they needed someone with my background. They didn’t say much about why, though.”

Ripley raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “And that didn’t bother you?” Her voice was deep, and her question was stern.

“Oh it did,” you admitted, “buuuut… they’re paying me well, and I figured, why not? A few months in space, then I can get back to my real work.”

She studied you for a moment, as if weighing the validity of your words.

Ripley nodded, her expression eventually softening a smidge. “Fair enough. Well… If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You felt a rush of gratitude manifest in the form of a flushed face; the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “Oh-thanks, Ripley. Though, I hope you don’t regret that offer—I’m someone who tends to ask a lot of questions.”

She gave you a final nod before turning back to the console. “I figured as much. See you around.”

Part 2:

The days aboard the Nostromo had begun to blur together. It was a monotonous routine, occasionally punctuated by moments of fleeting curiosity. You found solace in the ship’s quiet corners, as your mind was occupied with the strange fossils you were hired to study. Not only did they appear to be actual fossils of some kind, they came with an added bonus of not entirely making sense. They were like nothing you’d seen before, and the vague instructions from The Company did little to help you understand why they’d been so adamant about having a paleoanthropologist on board–after all, what did these have to do with humans or their hominid ancestors?

Though, after your initial orientation, there was definitely one thing that Weyland-Yutani did make very, very clear.

Under no circumstances were you allowed to report your research, or its potential findings, to the rest of the crew aboard the Nostromo. They knew you were a hired researcher, aiding The Company in its various goals and ambitions, and that was where the line was to be drawn.

The rule hung over you like a shadow. It was a constant reminder that there was more to this mission than you’d been told… what had you gotten yourself into this time? A few weeks in and you’d mostly kept your head down, focusing on the work, but the unease gnawed at the edges of your mind. And then, there was Ripley.

You couldn’t help but notice her—how could you not? She carried herself with a quiet confidence that commanded attention without ever having to demand it. There was a natural strength to her, evident in the way her muscles flexed beneath her uniform as she moved with precision and purpose. The cut of her jawline, the sharp focus in her eyes, the way her lips pressed together when she was deep in thought—it was honestly hard not to be captivated.

Unfortunately for you, you’d find yourself stealing glances whenever she was near, and not to mention your heart skipping a beat when her gaze met yours. It was ridiculous, you told yourself. There were far more important things to worry about. Like, what the fuck even are the strange fossils you were suspiciously being paid to study, under the unsettling restrictions imposed by the company, to boot. But the warmth that spread through your chest whenever she was around was undeniable. You could think of it as a small comfort amidst the growing unease, or, more realistically, a sporadic social opportunity for unnecessary, internal panic that loomed on the other side of every bay door. Thank God nothing would ever actually come of it, you reassured yourself.

It was during one of these quiet moments, seated at a small workstation in the ship’s research lab, that you heard the soft hiss of the dreaded sci-med bay door sliding open. You looked up to see Ellen Ripley stepping inside, her presence instantly filling the room, akin to the drop in barometric pressure before a storm.

“Y/N,” Ripley greeted. Her voice was smooth and steady, but carried a note of curiosity. “How’s the research going?”

You leaned back in your chair, trying to steady your nerves. You knew damn well that that question was an act of defiance–and a cool one, at that. But, you couldn’t give in without putting your job on the line. “All’s well on my end, thankfully.”

It was a bold-faced lie. What you really wanted to say was ‘confusing, mostly, Ripley! These samples… they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen! It’s almost as if they don’t belong in any known classification! This is a brand new species that might even defy taxonomic classification! Unless, I just don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about, which is always an ever-present possibility. The Company wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information.’

But, you couldn’t. So, you just sat there, awaiting a response from her that at least somewhat mirrored the back-and-forth of a typical human conversation.

Ripley frowned, undoubtedly unimpressed. Her brow furrowed as she moved closer to your workstation. The subtle way her muscles shifted and flexed as she crossed the room was revealed by her rolled-up sleeves. The taut lines of strength tracing down her arms didn’t escape your notice, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by the effortless power she exuded.

“I see The Company’s ideals have gotten to ya,” Ripley half-teased. “They’re real keen on never telling you the whole story.” she said, her tone laced with frustration.

Despite her apparent aggravation, her presence was comforting. You hadn’t physically spoken to another human being all day. In fact, you weren’t even sure what the time was right now, having been so wrapped up in your own research, and the anxieties that accompanied it.

You hadn’t realized how much you’d come to appreciate her company until now. There was something warm about her that made you feel less alone in this strange, cold place.

“Any idea why they wanted you, specifically?” Ripley asked, her tone curious, but tinged with something else—concern, maybe.

You shook your head, glancing down at the samples you had just spent the past 9 hours or so investigating. Your eyes were begging for them to be put away.

“No clue,” you gave in a little. “…It’s like they were desperate to have someone with my educational background, but they’re keeping me in the dark about who’s, what’s, where’s, and why’s. To be truthful, I’m starting to wonder if I’m missing something obvious...” you lamented. Carefully, you returned the evidently-ancient objects to their respective lockbox.

Ripley was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she studied where the fossils had been on the table.

“Well…” she eventually began.

“…maybe it’s not about what you’re supposed to find. Maybe it’s about confirming what they already know.”

A chill ran down your spine at her words. You clearly hadn’t thought of it that way before. But now that she’d said it, it made a disturbing amount of sense. Why else would everything be so secretive?

Ripley was quick to notice the genuine look of concern growing upon your face.

Before you could voice your growing unease or be offered any solace, the lights flickered.

Just once, but it was more than enough to catch your attention. The ship’s hum seemed to deepen, a more subtle change that you probably wouldn’t have noticed, if not for the sudden, rigid shift in the warrant officer’s demeanor.

Ripley’s eyes snapped to the lights, her expression tightening, voice deepening. “That’s not normal.”

You jumped up. The tension within you thickened like a storm cloud about to burst. It took a lot to make you cry, and this was bordering the ‘a lot’ category.

“Ah, well, what do you think it is?” You stammered to ask your far-more-experienced companion.

“Could be nothing,” she said almost casually, but the look on her face told you she didn’t really believe that. “But, we should check it out… just to confirm. Come on.”

With great haste, you followed her out of your assigned lab. Your heart began to pound loudly in your chest. Don’t get me wrong—you’ve had more than your fair share of dangerous experiences in your line of work. Artifact looters and site raiders, mostly. The key difference here was that those guys are always humans. And humans were something you were intimately familiar with, having devoted your life to studying their origins, on top of being one yourself. (And yet; you still found yourself fumbling to understand a certain Ellen Ripley, but now was not the time for that.)

The corridors of the Nostromo felt different now—they were darker, and much more oppressive. As you walked side by side with Ripley, your brain forced you to take note of the way her shoulder occasionally brushed against yours. Each order of guidance and direction sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. Despite these bright moments of contact, the cold metal walls of the height-deprived hallways seemed to be closing in around the two of you. The shadows were longer and deeper than before. The childish unease you’d been desperately trying to ignore now felt almost impossible to shake.

Ripley led the way to the ship’s control room, her movements quick and efficient, but you noticed the subtle tension in her shoulders. She was worried, too, though she hid it well. This fact was the opposite of reassuring. The door slid open with a hiss, and the two of you stepped inside.

Dallas, the ship’s captain, was already there, along with crewmates Lambert and Parker. They looked up as you entered, their faces reflecting the same unease you felt.

“What’s going on?” Ripley asked, her voice immediately slaying whatever elephant previously resided in the room.

“Power surge,” Dallas replied, his tone grim. “Not sure what caused it. Could be a malfunction, but…” He trailed off, his eyes meeting Ripley’s with an unspoken understanding.

“Could be something else.” Ripley finished for him.

A heavy silence fell over the room. You felt Ripley’s hand brush against yours—whether by accident or intention, you weren’t sure—but the brief contact sent a yet another shock of warmth through you. If anything, it served as a reminder that you weren’t alone in this. You wanted to focus on the situation at hand, but it was hard when you could feel the heat of her body so close to yours—especially when the room in which you stood was fucking freezing.

Dallas turned back to the controls, his jaw tight. “We’ll keep an eye on it. Everyone stay sharp.”

As the meeting brief broke up, you found yourself lingering, hesitant to return to the isolation of your workstation. Sensing your apprehension, Ripley’s eyes caught your own. Her gaze softened as she stepped a bit closer.

“Hey, Y/N.” she said quietly, her voice a low, gentle murmur. “We’ll figure this out, okay?”

You nodded, your throat tight with a mix of fear and something else—something warmer, more uncertain. “Yeah… thanks, Ripley.”

She gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Get some rest if you can. We might need it.”

As she turned to leave on that somewhat ominous note, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much darker. But, whatever it was, you had a feeling that your job was about to become a hell of a lot more complicated.

[im-nora-ephron-bitch]

Wrote a whole Olympics Creloise fic without them getting to the Olympics and now I’m not sure I can write the second part that actually takes place at the Olympics…

Whoops.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Hey beauty how have you been doing?

hi sweet gem 😘 i'm doing a better 🙌 recovering, but it's a sloooow process 😭 no more seizures for a month and my brain has steadily started to function again. i've been having little peeks of creativity again which is AMAZE 🥂

i've reworked October Sun in a way that i still respect my original plot but i can finish it before S2 comes out 💃 which is making me even more excited--

yeah, in a nutshell, i'm doing pretty well, am on the mend, and am starting to feel inspired again 👻

thank you so so much for checking in, lovely 🫂 it means the world 🤗

October Sun

[nitpick7]

i don't usually make life series predictions and i don't really care if anything i'm predicting/hoping for happens, but also if one of the wild cards isn't just the double life gimmick again i will explode.

(it would probably be really hard to execute because people will have varying amounts of lives, it probably would've worked best in the first or second session, but it would be so funny.)

[beardedjoel]

closer | part eighteen

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3    

chapter summary: joel wants to help take care of you after your rough night. later on, he helps you move into your new apartment, supporting you in many surprising ways. 9.6k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel / leaning more dom this chapter, consensual somnophilia, restraints, spanking, unprotected piv, rough sex, face sitting, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink

a/n: this chapter ended up being tons of fun smut and i’m living for it so enjoy! i know this story has A LOT of parts right now, and i think sadly it’ll be wrapping up in a few chapters or so, i’m going to see how it goes. but thank you for all the unending support i appreciate all of you so much!!! 

Joel doesn’t find any room for hesitation for what he’s about to do. It was a new concept, even to him, but the thought excited him more than he’d expected.

He sees you asleep, having kicked the sheets mostly off of yourself throughout the night, one bare leg sticking out and revealing the soft curve of your ass as it peeks out from underneath his t-shirt you’re wearing. An audible groan almost slips past his lips at the sight of you panty-less, laying like this, perfect curves on display for him. He hadn’t even noticed you’d opted out of wearing any underwear last night, too focused on taking care of you in your vulnerable state. But now…

It was time to give you what you’d asked for last night.

Joel gently rolls your body so that you’re on your back, and you stir a little and stretch your arms out, making a pleasant, groggy sound before settling back into sleep. As he shimmies the shirt up your body a bit more, revealing your thighs and beyond to him, he smirks to himself before running a teasing hand up your leg, slowly and gently to not wake you too much. You squirm a little as his big hand sprawls across your thigh, the gentlest of touches moving inwards towards your already slickening folds.

You’d been turned on since last night, your body likely subconsciously anticipating what was to come this morning all night as you slept. Joel’s touches now only added to the ache that had been building for hours while you slept unaware, dreaming of all the things Joel could do to you.

The second Joel lets a finger dip between your slit, finding you already so fucking wet and ready, he bites back a hiss between his teeth. Such perfection… and all for him, he thinks greedily as he lets his fingers wander further, teasing your entrance and finding it even more soaked than he’d imagined. His eyes nearly roll back into his head, feeling his cock pulse painfully between his legs, so restrained by his briefs and desperately needing the warmth between your thighs. Your legs begin to move, your body half asleep and pushing into his touch as a quiet moan escapes your lips.

Joel hastily pulls down his briefs, discarding them somewhere in the sheets of the bed, which he climbs under as he moves on top of you in between your thighs. He nudges them further apart, and he can tell you’re starting to wake up from the movement, your face contorting slightly with sleepy confusion.

Joel wastes no more time, pushing himself between your legs, finding your opening and sliding his cock in with one swift movement. You gasp at the same time Joel groans loudly, your eyes fluttering behind closed lids.

“Fu- Joel…” you murmur quietly, the feeling of him stretching you a welcome pain. You could live with this being your first conscious memory of the day any day he wants.

“Wanted to wake up to my cock inside you so badly, didn’t you, sweet girl?” Joel says, leaning his body over yours to pepper your neck with kisses now. You moan, squirming under the sudden intrusion on your cunt but bucking your hips, begging him for more.

“God, so big…” you mumble, half asleep. “Feels so good, Joel.” You adjust your body underneath him, the grinding of your hips sending Joel wild, a feral need urging him to pump you full of him as hard as possible.

“Like my big cock stuffing you full before you can even wake up for the day, huh?”

“Y-yes, that’s…” you whimper as he pulls out and pushes back in more aggressively, filling you completely, his cock pushed up to the hilt. You finally flutter your eyes open, able to take in his face as it hovers above you in between kissing your neck and cheeks. “That’s perfect,” you conclude, grinding up into him. The sight of your eyes meeting his, already looking fucked out, and heavy lidded from sleep nearly sends Joel over the edge right then and there.

“Please… move, Joel, I need it,” you breathe out.

“Need me to fuck you good, baby? Want to be sore all day from me?” Joel growls, completely overtaken by the entirety of the situation this morning. He knew he could never forget just how wet he’d made you just from sleeping next to him - it was something he knew he was beyond lucky to have.

“God, yes, yes, Joel. Come on, fuck me, stop teasing,” you whine, hips moving more impatiently now.

“Good girls take what they’re given, don’t you think?” Joel replies cockily, arching a brow at you. You still underneath him, pressing your lips together before biting the inside of your cheek, desperate for him to absolutely devastate you.

“Or do you need me to use the new toy I saw in your drawer there to teach you some lessons?” Joel asks, having snooped through your side table drawer where he knows you keep your vibrators while you were asleep. Your eyes widen at the realization, and you bite back a guilty giggle. The gorgeous pair of silk restraints you’d gotten delivered were supposed to be a surprise for him on a special occasion you hadn’t quite decided on yet.

“Wanna be your good girl, Joel, please, but I need… fuck…” your hips twitch and Joel finally gives you some movement, sliding in and out of you at a faster pace. You breathe out a hasty “yes” and wrap your legs around his hips.

“Seems like you were trying to be a naughty little thing, buying somethin’ for me to tie you up with, practically beggin’ for it.” Joel says, his voice slightly shaky from the way he’s jack hammering his hips into you now. “Feels so good baby,” he whimpers, trying to compose himself slightly.

“M-maybe I am begging for it,” you say, and Joel slows his movements, retreating from your body to reach over to the nightstand. You whimper at the sudden loss of him, still feeling the heat of his body and perfect fullness of his cock lingering on you.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tryin’ to kill me with these,” Joel says, inspecting the shiny, red silk of the restraints. “Gonna look so good in these while I make ya come, darlin’.”

You hold your wrists above your head like Joel had done to you before, but he slowly shakes his head.

“Sit up,” he demands, “Thinkin’ of somethin’ different this time.”

You immediately follow his command, sitting up on the bed onto your knees. Joel grabs you by the arms, turning your body so that your back is to him before yanking your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely naked. He pulls your hands behind your back, and you feel the soft silk wrapping around your wrists and Joel ties it tightly. He’s being the perfect amount of rough that you love, getting to feel manhandled by him as you follow along with his every whim.

“God, I could come just seein’ you like this, baby,” Joel murmurs with a wavering voice, planting fevered kisses on your bare shoulder. You imagine yourself from his perspective, round ass facing him with sinfully red ribbons around your wrists, leaving you completely and utterly at his whim. You feel him press into you from behind, his hard cock jutting out against your ass. You shudder at the feel of all of it, his warm lips on your naked skin, your nipples hardening in the cool air, and his body pressing further into yours as Joel threads a hand through your hair, tugging hard.

“Gonna be my little plaything this morning, hm? Let me do whatever I want?” he says, fingers grazing your scalp deliciously, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod, trying to turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, to maybe get a graze of his lips on yours, but he tugs again, finishing the movement for you and capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You devour his lips in return, scarcely able to breathe at the sheer intensity of his desire. It’s always been intense, but this morning he’s taking it up another notch, sending butterflies flitting through your stomach as your cheeks start to run hotter.

“I’m all yours, Joel,” you say with a breathy voice and he groans, pushing his cock in between your legs, sliding it in and out in between the slickness of your slit. You moan when the head brushes your clit teasingly a few times.

“‘Red’ if things get too much, okay?” he says quietly near your ear, a little more soft and sweet, and you mumble a sound of affirmation to let him know you heard him.

“Good girl,” he responds, reaching both of his hands to grip your hips tightly, pulling you flush again, your hands completely trapped between your bodies. “Fuckin’ little toy just for me, baby, gonna use you so good right now.” Joel grunts out unevenly, the feel of his breath skittering across your back and shoulders. He sinks his cock between your legs again, using his grip on your hips to angle just right to slide into your dripping cunt.

“Ohhh,” you moan out, back arching as the purest form of pleasure takes over your body. Joel wraps his arms around your body, both hands cupping your tits, using them as an anchor as he pounds into you harder. His fingers brush over your already peaked nipples and you cry out as he tweaks them harder a moment later.

“Need…” you try to cry out, unsure of what you even need other than exactly what he’s giving you right now.

Joel quickly flies a hand to your mouth, silencing you as he traces your lips with his fingers. You lap the index and middle fingers into your mouth, sucking on them hard and swirling your tongue around the salty skin. Joel chuckles deviously amid a pleasured groan as you suck his fingers, finally letting them out with a loud pop.

“Fuckin’ filthy girl, got this cock inside your tight little pussy and you still wanna suck on it, too? Need somethin’ in that little mouth, don’t ya?” Joel says with a chiding tut, and you feel yourself clench around him as his words work wonders on you. Joel brings a hand down onto your ass, smacking it hard and swift, sending a yelp flying out of your mouth as you feel your cunt pulsate with arousal.

“Get against the fuckin’ wall,” he says firmly, shoving you towards the head of the bed. You scramble forward, fighting to keep your balance, falling a bit and Joel’s cock slips from you. He lets out a hiss at the sudden change and pushes you forward again, and you position yourself against the wall, pressing your body as flush to it as possible for balance. You flip your hair over your shoulder as you look back at him.

“Sweetheart, pretty as a picture right now,” Joel says more tenderly as he takes in your shining face and skin, dragging a hand along your cheek and then down to your shoulder. He traces his fingers down your back, landing firmly on your ass as he squeezes the globes hard enough to leave a mark before swiftly slapping the right cheek as hard as he ever has. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut but enjoying the pain, knowing the pleasure that comes with it.

“Gonna let me fuck you ‘gainst this wall now? Like the little slut for me you are?”

“Yes, Joel,” you whimper dutifully, your ass popping out, inviting him to you. Joel grips the sides of your hips again and suddenly bends down, laying and sliding his face underneath your thighs, settling in between your legs.

“Sit on this face ‘til you’re screamin’ my name,” Joel says roughly, bringing his face up to your cunt, straining his neck slightly to reach it. “Now,” he adds, and you find yourself obeying, lowering yourself to a more comfortable position before Joel begins to absolutely devour you. You have little balance with your hands tied behind you the way they are, so you lean your cheek against the cool wall as you start gyrating on top of Joel.

His tongue swipes through your folds and finds its way inside of you, pushing deep and your walls pulse around him while you moan quietly. He moves to flick your clit with his tongue, pausing to suck hard on it after every few flits across it. You’re practically on the verge of screaming, begging for your climax.

“Joel, please, make me come. I need it, so close…” you mumble out wildly, hips bouncing up and down on his face. Your hands stretch in the restraints, needing to reach him, to grab a fistful of his hair, scratch along his back, do anything to be closer to him.

His tongue pushes inside of you again, his face moving just right that his nose rubs your clit and you cry out, whining, strangled moans escaping your throat.

“Yes, Joel… Joel, oh my god,” you yell out, giving him exactly what he asked for - you screaming his name. Joel groans, the feeling of you so close driving him crazy, the need to feel you come all over his face making him mad with desire, making his cock throb harder with every little noise and writhing movement you make.

You make a long moan as you start shuddering down into his face, coming hard as your pussy clenches and clit throbs into his mouth. You see stars, your vision going black as you squeeze your eyes shut, basking in each wave of pleasure taking over your body. You breathe heavily, slumping a little further against the wall, already feeling spent.

“Fuckin’ Christ, beautiful girl…,” Joel comments as he slides out from underneath you, immediately wrapping his arms around your belly, putting them between you and the wall for a moment. He kisses you tenderly, but you know he isn’t going to stay that way for long when he has you in this compromising position, dripping, freshly soaked pussy there for the taking.

He slides his hands back, using one of them to press onto your back, his palm burning into your skin as his warm touch sends a little zing of pleasure down your back. He pushes you forward, making sure you’re up against the wall completely before his body presses to yours, leaving absolutely no room for you to do anything but just take whatever he’s doling out to you.

Joel eagerly seats himself behind you again, his cock dripping with precum and aching to be inside of you again. He wastes little time fulfilling his next desires, his cock stretching you once again as he pounds into you. Everything about it feels like home, like the exact, perfect fit you’d always wondered if you’d get to experience. He’s hitting all the right spots inside of you, sending you somehow limp and writhing at the same time, chasing another high that is quickly building inside your swirling, tingling core.

You whine out his name, a small cry off your lips, and you hear Joel’s noise of satisfaction from behind you, a little groan he often makes when he hears you saying his name in ecstasy.

“Like bein’ all tied up for me, don’t ya?” he grunts out, snapping his hips into you hard, causing you to cry out his name again. “Can feel you, baby, tight little thing just beggin’ to come again,” Joel murmurs, his grip on your body tightening before he slides a hand around your hips and down to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

“Come with me, sweet girl, c’mon, wanna feel you squeeze it outta me.”

You press yourself down into Joel’s fingers, the pressure dizzying as you feel the release you’ve been yearning for finally snap inside of you, and you let out a shrill moan as Joel simultaneously hits against your walls, sending you flying into pure bliss - vision blackening as your body goes taut, doing nothing but chasing the waves and waves of pleasure.

“Yes, baby, such a good girl, comin’ so good for me, so tight…” Joel breathes out raggedly, “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” he says, and a few grunts later, he’s pressed deep into you, spilling himself out just for you, only heightening your climax. You moan at the sensation, loving the feeling of having him so completely, even if for just a fleeting moment.

“Fuck…” you whisper as your hips twitch back on him a few more times. Joel leans his damp forehead on your equally sweaty back and breathes heavily for a few moments.

“You’re perfect, y’know that?” Joel says, finally moving his body off of yours, leaving a cold sensation traveling down your back where he once was. He unties the restraints, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your head as he does it, so different from the man he was moments ago.

“Lay down, sweetheart, I’ll be right back,” Joel says quietly, guiding you down onto the pillows before slipping out of bed and walking to the bathroom. You hear him rummaging around and the tap running before he comes back with a warm washcloth, handing it to you to clean yourself up with. He moves to the kitchenette, filling a glass with water and setting it on the nightstand next to you. You smile gratefully up at him while he climbs back into bed, plopping down with a small groan and immediately pulling you into him. You quickly settle into a spooning position, loving the way he wraps around you, swallowing you into his large frame as his large, toned arms envelop you.

You both let your breathing quiet, almost hoping to get a wink more of sleep before having to get up for the day. You have no idea what time it is, or when Joel had woken you up. The only tell is the pale light starting to filter in through your curtains as you peer over at the window, trying to gauge just how much longer you could stay like this with Joel before having to get ready for work.

“Y’know ya don’t haf’ta go into work today,” Joel drawls slowly, as if reading your thoughts.

“I know…” you say with a long sigh. “Feel like I should, though.”

“Gotta do what’s best for you, darlin’. How are you feelin’ today?”

“I feel… okay. I know I’ll be okay. I’m lucky nothing further happened last night, but it still shook me up. Someone I thought - I thought he was a friend, y’know? I’m just naive, there were so many signs now that I look back.” You feel the pull in your chest that has been there since last night, that feeling of stupidity, of embarrassment. You wish you weren’t the one having to feel embarrassed about it, but for some reason, you do, despite knowing that it’s all wrong, all being twisted in the wrong direction. The only one who should be feeling that way is Vince, and deep down you know that, but the emotions are still too fresh.

“I know, baby. Makes me so angry that he’d make you trust him like that, just to turn ‘round and… well, try’ta hurt you,” Joel says, shaking his head as he replays the memories from last night. “As for bein’ naive, it ain’t a bad thing. Jus’ use this as a learning experience, hm?”

“Yeah… you’re right,” You ponder his words for a few moments, letting yourself continue processing the emotions that are rapidly moving through you. “They said I won’t have to deal with him anymore - Rayna and Leah, they said that. Do you think he’s gonna get fired, or something?”

“I mean, maybe, babygirl. Can’t be actin’ like that and ‘spect to have no consequences.”

“Maybe you’re right… I should take the day off today.” Your guilt at the idea starts to dissipate as you feel fresh exhaustion overtake you, worrying that Vince would be in the office today.

“Atta girl,” Joel says, giving you a tight squeeze. “I’ll talk to Tommy, see if he can cover f’me today and we’ll spend the day together.”

“The whole day together? Now that hasn’t happened in I don’t know how long,” you reply, smiling widely at the prospect. You feel a little of the burden weighing on your chest lighten at the idea of having an entire day of just Joel, getting to bask in his undivided attention.

“Whatever you wanna do, we’ll do it,” Joel tells you. “‘M gonna take a shower at home real quick, then we can figure it out.”

You start letting the wheels turn in your brain once Joel leaves, thinking of what you two could get up to today, and you find that you don’t really care what it is, just the thought of having him all to yourself for hours makes your stomach flutter happily.

You reach over to your phone, readying to reach out to Rayna about taking the day off when you see a myriad of texts that had come in last night, all from your concerned coworkers. It makes you smile sadly, wishing the situation hadn’t happened, but feeling so grateful that everyone has been so supportive.

Leah: hope you got home safe, babe! get some rest okay?

Alex: Hey, I heard about everything and I’m here if you need anything. I’m so sorry.

Rayna: We all love you! Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything for you tomorrow.

Leah: also… the more i think about it the more i want to kick some ass, so… let me know if that appeals to you and i’m on it

Heather: Just heard about everything. That’s so fucked up, and I’m so sorry. We’re all here for you! I know you’re probably getting bombarded from everyone else too but just wanted you to know if you need anything just call me, okay?

Cade: swear to god leah and i are plotting murder right now. but seriously, i hope you’re doing okay. love you <3

Each message you scroll through swells your heart a bit bigger with love for all these people. You haven’t known them for very long, but seeing their support and kindness right now tells you that you’re lucky to have such great coworkers turned friends. Your smile fades when you see a barrage of texts from Vince that had come in last night, and your frown deepens with each message. Most of them are various versions of an apology, but the early texts you can tell are from when he was still drunk, and they’re laced with hate and irritation, telling you that you blew the entire thing out of proportion.

You feel yourself seething, eyes glazing over as you barely scan the words now, not feeling like he deserves the time of day if he’s going to try and find some way to blame you for all of this. You quickly open his contact information and press the block button satisfyingly hard, hoping to erase all traces of him from your phone.

You quickly shoot Rayna a message back, asking if it’s okay to take the day off today for a mental health day, promising to return to the office tomorrow. She replies within minutes, eagerly assuring you that of course that’s alright, that she’s got everything covered today, take your time, etc. You make a mental note to thank her a hundred times and give her the biggest hug next time you see her.

You finish getting ready for the day, putting on a bright yellow sundress, thinking it could be some kind of mind trick - sunny dress, sunny disposition, or some shit, you chant to yourself in the mirror. You’re finishing fixing up your sleep mussed hair when you hear Joel walk back in and his heavy footfall makes its way to the bathroom door.

“Oh, darlin’, you look so pretty,” Joel says, almost as if the words spilled out of his mouth before he could even think about it. You press your lips together in a giddy smile and feel your cheeks heat up a little bit at his unabashed compliment.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, “Not lookin’ so bad yourself,” you echo back to him after seeing Joel in a light blue shirt, a color he doesn’t seem to wear often but it suits him well, making his tan skin pop even darker in contrast. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek before turning to admire the two of you together in the mirror.

“Too beautiful for me. How’d I get so lucky to get all your attention, huh?” Joel says with a grin and disbelieving shake of his head.

“Oh stop it, you know you’re gorgeous,” you counter, and he simply shakes his head again.

“Not like this, darlin’. Average old guy like me doesn’t get this everyday,” he says with a firm squeeze of your ass, and you squeal at the unexpected intrusion before facing Joel and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Alright, where’re we off to today, hm?” Joel asks, tilting his head in questioning at you and returning the motion, holding you around the waist.

“I was thinking… a museum, or something? Somewhere with air conditioning,” you say with a laugh, seeing that despite the early hour it looks hot as sin outside already. “Never been on a date like that. Holding hands and looking at art together, could be cute.” You shrug, a flash of insecurity passing through you that Joel might not be into any of what you’re saying.

“Your wish is my command today,” Joel says. “We’ll start with the museum, then.” You relax with his words, realizing when Joel said you were in charge today, he really meant it, and he’s happy to be along for the ride.

“Wait. Breakfast first, obviously,” you add on, feeling more excited with each passing idea popping into your head.

“Right. Obviously,” Joel says with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“Then a museum. Then…” you purse your lips, pondering. Joel is giving you a playfully incredulous look, as if to say how much running around you making me do today, crazy girl?

“Then home.” You smile widely, catching Joel’s warm eyes boring into yours lovingly. “So we can just be together. And whatever happens after that, happens,” you say with a coy smile, which Joel returns in full.

“Darlin’,” Joel says, his large hands squeezing your waist with a contented sigh. “Never heard a better plan in my life.”

“So… I found this apartment…” you blurt out during a peaceful moment with Joel, laying with your head in his lap on his couch while he toys with your hair. He has a baseball game on TV, something you don’t care much for, but you’d wanted to spend time with him this evening and you said he could put on whatever he’d like. It’s been another busy week, between apartment hunting and getting back into the swing of things at work after the drama died down with Vince’s departure. You’d viewed close to ten apartments, wanting to make sure it was a good tradeoff if you were going to have to move further away from Joel. You didn’t know why you had been so nervous to tell him - he’d always been the one encouraging you to take steps forward in life.

“What? Really, baby?” he asks, a mixture of surprise and excitement in his voice. You nod in his lap, gazing up at him and he glances down at you, stroking the side of your head. “Tell me more, c’mon now, don’t be shy.”

The truth was, you were exhausted, and your commute to work from your parents’ house had only been adding onto your stress lately. The extra thirty minutes it took you there and back each way was grating on your nerves at an alarming rate. You had felt guilty for looking at apartments, knowing things had been going so well and felt so steady with Joel, but you knew he’d have a fit if you told him you were thinking of staying here just because of him. It was a hard balance, wanting to be close to him but losing your sanity from rush hour traffic each and every day, only to get home so tired you could barely hold a conversation or fuck him properly some nights.

“It’s really close to my work. One bedroom, kind of old but charming. Cutest little kitchen and detailed moldings everywhere. It’s kind of a dream,” you say, trying to hold back a bit of your excitement to spare his feelings. Joel’s face lights up even further at your words, and he shifts himself to lean down and kiss you.

“W-would you want to come see it with me?” you ask him, wringing your hands together in your lap.

“‘Course, gotta make sure it’s up to snuff for my girl,” he teases, and you smile at him.

“Well… it better be,” you swallow hard ready to drop the real bomb on him now. “‘Cause I might have already signed a lease.” You cringe, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, ready for some implosion that you know deep down isn’t going to come.

“Woah now, really? Look at you, sweetheart,” Joel beams, and you pull up off his lap, sitting on your knees next to him on the couch. You feel guilt eating at you despite his undying support, and don’t know how to stop this sinking feeling inside of you. “When��re we gonna go see it? I’d still like to check it out for ya, if that’s okay.”

“Want to go tomorrow? I’m supposed to pick up the keys. Was gonna start moving in slowly after that,” you explain to him.

“Alright, after work, I’ll meet ya there. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You bounce on your feet outside the address to your new apartment you’d given Joel, still trying to make sense of how nervous you feel. You know it’s a mixture of things - moving away from Joel and your parents, a new phase of life, and just wanting Joel to approve of your apartment. He’s never said as much, but you want to make sure he sees you as grown up, someone who he can sustain a relationship with, not some kid living off her parents’ generosity that he has sex with sometimes.

Joel walks up, slightly disheveled from his day of work and he immediately pulls you into a long, deep kiss. Your entire body is set on fire when he wraps his bulging arms around you and you find his scent surrounding you. You could easily lose yourself right now, but you pull back, trying to stay on task.

“Hey there,” he says casually, as if he didn’t just pull you in for the most delicious, toe-curling kiss only seconds ago.

“Hey, troublemaker,” you reply, and he chuckles.

“I am not, nor will I ever be, the troublemaker here, darlin’,” he says, accent thick and honeyed, the words rolling off of his tongue. You always miss his voice when he’s not around, and hearing it sends a fresh zing down your spine.

You give him a sidelong glance and smirk. “Fair,” you say simply, before grabbing his hand and leading him inside, jingling the keys to show him you’d already picked them up from the office.

When you open the door to your soon to be new home, apartment 406, you breathe in deeply, knowing that you’re one step closer to never going back to the simple days you and Joel had shared earlier this summer.

Joel lets out a low whistle when he walks in and sees the high ceilings with crown moldings, warm wood floors, and old wood stove fireplace in the corner of the living room. You clasp your hands in front of you as you let him walk around, inspecting every inch of the place. When he starts knocking on walls and beams, you have to try not to laugh at him going into contractor mode.

“What, you think it’s funny? Me carin’ about my girl’s safety?” Joel snips playfully at you, and you nod, finally letting the giggle sneak out of your mouth.

“It’s a little funny, just how quick you’re becoming Mr. Contractor over there,” you say, but Joel continues his inspection, checking pipes and drains, looking over every single possibility for trouble that could befall you in your new place. He finally returns to the main living room where you wait for him, arms crossed and a grin plastered on your face.

“Well, does it pass the Joel Miller official inspection?” you ask, and Joel huffs out a little chuckle.

“Sure does, darlin’. Love the place. Seems in decent shape for an old building, too.”

The urge hits you to fling your arms around Joel and squeeze him tightly, and your body is moving of its own accord before your brain can catch up, wrapping yourself around his neck and pressing against his chest.

“Thank you for coming,” you say, choking up as tears brim in your eyes. “I’m s-sorry Joel, I’m sorry for moving away. I know it’s not going to be the same, and we’ll see each other less, and I -” you sniffle before Joel cuts you off, rubbing a soothing hand down your back.

“Woah, easy now, babygirl, shh,” he coos quietly before gripping you by the shoulders, pulling you off of him far enough to have you look into each other’s eyes. “You have nothin’, and I mean nothin’, to be sorry for, got it?”

You nod half heartedly with a frown, and Joel grips your chin, tilting it up further, but you’re having a hard time meeting his gaze through your bleary eyes. He gently thumbs near your eye, wiping the tears that are beginning to slip out.

“Stop this, baby, you’re only hurtin’ yourself. You know I only want what you want. Don’t you dare feel guilty for gettin’ this pretty ol’ apartment for yourself. I’m right down the road still.”

You snort a little. “Right down the road… thirty minutes away.” You sniffle, feeling a fresh batch of tears forming behind your eyes.

“Don’t think about that too hard, just think of all the fun we’re gonna have in this place, hm? Come spend the night with my girl whenever I want in her big city apartment, how’s that sound?” he murmurs, poking your side playfully, and you manage to laugh a little as you squirm away from the ticklish sensation.

“Say yes or I keep ticklin’ you, darlin’,” Joel teases, and you laugh harder as he grabs you tightly and continues his attack on your sides.

“O-okay, okay! T-that sounds perfect,” you squeak out, and Joel stops his tickling immediately, pulling you in for a hug.

“Good girl,” he mumbles next to your ear. “You know we’re gonna get up to some trouble in here, don’t ya?” he adds on, trying to lighten the mood, and as usual, it works. You’ve never been immune to Joel’s charms, and you aren’t about to start now.

“I’ve got a mental list going,” you tell him, and a flash of intrigued surprise crosses his face.

“Tell me.”

“That window…” you say, pointing to a bay window. “My bed, obviously, when it’s moved in. Couldn’t forget the kitchen counters, we’ll need to christen those.” Joel interrupts you with a howl of laughter as he clutches his chest.

“Saw that bathtub in there, looked mighty spacious,” he says with raised eyebrows.

“Very spacious. Consider it on the list.”

“I’m liking this list, angel,” Joel says with a wink at you. “Ready to go? We should grab a bite to eat, or somethin’. Then I’ll take you home and we can get some more ideas for that list.”

You grin widely and agree, thinking you’d like nothing more at the moment.

Over the next few weeks, your parents - your dad newly out of his leg cast - and Joel help you move your things into your new place when you all have free time, and it’s further cutting into your quality time with Joel. At the least, you and Joel can catch up in between hauling boxes and you can watch his muscles flex as he moves all the heavy furniture around that you’d ordered.

You’re giddy with excitement because Joel is spending the night tonight after helping put together a new bookshelf you’d ordered. It’s your first official night in your apartment, finally having gotten a bed frame and mattress delivered, and you couldn’t be more glad that you’re getting to share the experience with Joel.

“Help me grab one last thing from the truck?” he asks you after you greet him at the door, and you blink, scouring your brain for what you could have missed.

“Wh- did we have any more stuff? Thought we got the last of it in the other day,” you say. Joel smiles, tilting his head at you as he lingers in the doorframe.

“Just c‘mon, or you’ll ruin it,” he replies before turning around and walking away, giving you no choice but to follow him down to the street. You bounce on your heels along the way, feeling nervous excitement rush through you. When you see his truck parked outside through the front door of your building with half of a large, warm wood piece of furniture sticking out of the top of the bed, you gasp, glancing at Joel with round eyes.

“Wh- what, you really did it?”

“Go on, darlin’, check it out,” Joel says, gesturing towards his truck, his face lit up with pride and excitement.

You quickly push the front door open and rush out, climbing into the bed of the truck and inspecting Joel’s gift to you - a beautiful, shiny wooden desk with drawers on each side. Tiny brass handles adorn each drawer, all different sizes to accommodate anything you’d wish for. Joel took his assignment seriously, making the desk much bigger than your old one, and it looks so perfectly and professionally polished you can’t believe he made it all by himself. You run your hand gently over the smooth surface and feel tears of joy pool in your eyes.

“It’s so beautiful, Joel,” you say with a crack in your voice, hopping out of the truck and throwing your arms around him, squeezing him tightly around the torso. “Thank you,” you whisper into his chest.

“Told you I’d make it for ya, darlin’,” Joel says simply, returning your tight hug for a few quiet, tender moments. “Let’s get this thing inside, yeah? It’s a heavy one, but we got this.”

You nod heartily, a sudden determination coming over you to prove to Joel that you’re strong enough to handle the task at hand.

“Alright, let’s prop this open,” he murmurs to himself as he walks over to the front door. “And darlin’, we’re gonna have to take the stairs, but we can break anytime we need, mkay?” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, knowing he only cares about your safety in the situation, especially as someone who likely moves heavy things at work repeatedly.

“I got this, Joel,” you say sternly, and he flashes you a rugged smile, clearly intrigued by your sudden tenacity in moving this desk. As he gets on one side of the desk, and you on the other and you two lift, you realize he wasn’t kidding about just how heavy it is. It’s a solid piece, and up close the wood is even more gorgeous, but you don’t allow yourself to get distracted by it now - you’ll have plenty of time to admire Joel’s gift later tonight.

You huff and puff, but hold strong as you and Joel make your way up the four flights of stairs, taking a break halfway to rest your arms and catch your breath. You may have bitten off more than you can chew, but you aren’t going to give up, wanting to prove it to yourself and Joel how capable you are.

When you make it inside your apartment you sigh in relief as you two set the desk down and get it pushed against the perfect spot on the wall in your living room. You’re sweatier than you’d like to admit from the short journey as you both step back and admire it.

“Looks perfect,” Joel says quietly before he tilts his head and runs a hand along the desk, opening and closing the drawers, which flow smoothly as he pulls them in and out. He lets out an impressed whistle at his own work, which makes you laugh.

You wrap your arms around him from behind and snuggle up to his back, feeling the slight dampness of sweat on him from your recent exertion. It does something to you, feeling his warmth radiating, the faint, manly smell he’s emanating so effortlessly.

“You made me a desk,” you say plainly, but your voice wavers a bit. You feel like you might cry all over again, but your brain is muddled up by the sight of Joel gleaming with sweat from their trek up the stairs as he looks back over his shoulder at you.

“I did, sweetheart. You deserve every minute I put into this thing, you know that?” he says, his voice going lower as places his hands over your own that are resting on his torso.

“Thank you so much, it’s just so beautiful, I can’t stop looking at it,” you say, managing to tear your eyes from Joel’s gorgeous, brown ones to look over the desk again. “It’s just my style, too, I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it,” Joel teases you, and you squeeze him a little harder. You slowly start to move against him, pressing him into the desk and grinding a little bit behind him, your fingers grazing lower onto his stomach, making their way towards his beltline.

“I’m thinking… unless it’s offensive to some woodworkers code of honor, or whatever, that I want to fuck you on this desk.”

“Oh, is that so darlin’?” Joel teases, pushing his body back into yours in response. “Last time I checked the woodworkers code said nothin’ about that, so I think we’re in the clear.”

Joel’s warm chuckle fills the room as he quickly spins around in your grip, then lifts you up and sets you on the edge of the desk. You squeal excitedly at the sudden movement, diving in immediately for a kiss, your hand wrapping around his head and burying itself in his dark curls. He lets out a low moan at one of his favorite things - the feel of your fingers running along his scalp.

When he tears his lips from yours, he looks into your eyes with a heady expression and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your athletic shorts. You lift your hips and he pulls them down all the way, taking your underwear along with it. Joel kneels in front of you, gripping your thighs so tightly you have a feeling it’ll leave a mark before he dives in, sucking the skin along your inner thighs over and over until you’re marred with deepening shades of color all over. He takes his sweet time, savoring every taste of your salty skin, working his way closer and closer to the apex of your thighs.

“F-fuck,” you cry out when he bites lightly at the skin, the proximity to your most sensitive parts is making you wild with need. Your fingers anchor you to the desk almost too hard, feeling like you might ruin Joel’s beautiful work at any moment. “Joel, please, fu- just lick my pussy.”

“Ever hear of patience, sweet girl? You gonna be this insatiable forever, hm?” Joel says it languidly, with slow little flicks of his tongue along the freshly abused skin on your thighs, sending you squirming.

“If it’s you? Yes,” you breathe out quickly without a second thought. “Never get tired of y- you!” you start the sentence on a murmur, but yell out when Joel takes your aching bud into his mouth and sucks hard before using the flat of his tongue to lap gently along your slit, collecting all your slickness into his mouth.

“See that shut you right up,” Joel muses gruffly in between your legs before he continues the most beautiful, toe-curling movements of his tongue. You can feel how much you’re dripping for him, combined with the way he’s licking haphazardly, you actually begin to worry how much of a mess you’re making on Joel’s new gift to you.

“J-joel, baby… is it okay? On the desk? You let out a small moan as Joel flicks your clit, interrupting your thoughts. “Don’t wanna - uh, ruin it.”

“Made sure it’s sealed properly, darlin’. Want you to make as big of a fuckin’ mess on it as I want you to,” Joel drawls, drawing circles along your sex as he speaks. “And I very much intend on doin’ that, so if y’don’t mind…” Joel says, a hint of impatience in his voice now that quiets you immediately.

Joel’s tongue moves rapidly now, sending your hips thrusting into his face with every rapid flick, lick, and circling of his tongue. You fall back onto the desk, eyes practically rolling back in your head as he works his magic on you over and over… and over.

Warmth and pressure build deep in between your legs as Joel hits a sweet spot repeatedly, his tongue dancing around your clit teasingly before finding it again. Your pathetic, whimpering cries send him into a groaning agony, his cock painfully hard now as he hears and feels your release moments away. He grips onto the sides of your soft hips tightly, pulling you even further into his mouth, and he knows any moment now, you’re going to cry his name with such intensity he’ll practically be coming in his jeans.

“Joel, oh my god, fuck, Joel, don’t s-to-op,” you cry out, your orgasm barrelling right into you hard, your body a tense, spasming mess onto Joel’s face. He groans with such ferocity that you nearly jump from the sudden noise of it in the midst of your mind being completely taken away by your blissful climax.

“Jesus, taste so fuckin’ sweet today, baby,” Joel grunts out, nearly sounding angry about it before he’s standing up again and giving you a near feral look. You feel yourself tremble under the look, a hazy mess from the way he’d just made you come moments ago. You’re barely even over the aftershocks of your climax when Joel quickly unbuttons his jeans and has his cock out within seconds. His hands reach underneath the globes of your ass and grasp them tightly, his fingers digging in to a nearly painful point as he pulls you fully to the edge of the desk, tilting your hips up and slamming into you with a force that nearly takes your breath away as your eyes roll back in your head. Your world is shattered by the sudden fullness of your cunt, a choked cry escaping your lips as you regain your bearings.

“Mm,” Joel breathes out a satisfied noise at the feel of you clenching around his entire length. “Take this cock so fuckin’ good, baby, like your pussy was made for me.”

You nod in agreement, unable to think of anything to say as he starts moving inside of you, scrambling your brain completely. The way he has your hips tilted just right is truly mind bending - how he’s able to find that spot so quickly that ends your entire world and makes you see white every time he hits it.

“Already so fucked out for me, ain’t ya, darlin’? Come once and it’s like you’re putty in my hands,” Joel says with a tut followed by an amused chuckle. “Can do anythin’ to ya.”

“You can, fuck, Joel, just d-don’t stop. I’m so close,” you whine, grinding your hips slightly to try and get any movement on your clit along with the way he’s devastating your g-spot right now.

“Already, huh? My good girl, comin’ so much for me.” Joel gives a tiny shake of his head before continuing his thrusts and leaning forward to kiss you, your tongues sliding along each other. You moan into his mouth, and he breaks off, moving his head down to pop one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking and swirling his tongue along the hardened bud. You whimper, the feeling of it all nearly too much, nearly infuriating how close he’s bringing you to the edge right now. When you whimper again, Joel moves one of his hands from underneath your ass and wraps it around your neck gently, squeezing the sides boldly.

“Keep whinin’ for me baby, know I like it so much when you beg,” he says with a gravel now in his tone that means he’s far gone into his pleasure now, enjoying every sweet little noise you make for him.

“P-please,” you rasp out. “Let me come.”

“Go on now, baby, lemme feel you come, squeeze this cock like a good girl,” he utters with a more soft tone, gently stroking the skin along your neck as he gives your throat another gentle squeeze. It’s like his words are the missing piece you needed to send you over the cliff you’d been teetering on into oblivion. Anything to please him, anything to be good for him, you think obediently as you now spasm around him, your pussy soaking his shaft with your slick as you come hard onto him. His name escapes your lips over and over in between unrestrained screams and moans, the pressure deep in your core exploding over and over in waves of pleasure. You swear you’ve never come so hard in your life, but you never know with Joel, each time feels new and amazing in its own way.

When you finally take a steadying breath, falling forward into Joel’s chest, he moves his hand from your neck to stroke the back of your head in sweet, loving movements.

“Ready to gimme another one?” Joel asks with a playful chuckle, and you laugh, a breathy, disbelieving sound coming out of you.

But you find yourself nodding into his chest anyways, ready to do it all again.

He manages to find ways to make you come two more times between fucking you on a myriad of the various surfaces you’d mentioned on your list together. The bay window was a memorable spot with the thrill of knowing you were so exposed to the outside world. Being bent over the kitchen counter by him as he hit your g-spot repeatedly was dizzying as usual, leaving you barely able to take any more from him before he insisted on taking you to your bed and fucking you “properly” there, finding his climax as he came deep inside of you with a guttural sound that would worm its way into your memory permanently.

Something about the desk though, stuck with you, the feel of the smooth wood beneath your bare ass. Simply knowing Joel’s hands crafted the entire thing with so much care made the experience even more satisfying and intense as you’d come all over his cock for the first time that night, a leaking mess on over the surface he’d ensured was sealed beautifully so you could do just that.

When you finally were both spent, your cunt aching sorely and beautifully from him, you laid next to each other on your bed, the two of you exhausted, sweaty messes.

“Baby,” Joel says, sitting up slightly with a wry smile, “We forgot to build that damn bookshelf.”

The both of you fall into a comfortable routine - spending a few nights a week with each other, alternating between your place and Joel’s. Especially on the weekends you soak up time together, either having dinner with your parents or plans with Tommy, and Joel even gets to know some of your coworkers better on a few outings. You feel for the first time, everything in your life has somehow managed to fall together in one, cohesive piece - work, friendships, family, and a relationship that you still can’t believe you get to share with someone like Joel.

Joel spends the night at your place on a Saturday night, with plans to go with you to a local farmer’s market you’d heard about from some coworkers. Joel had grumbled that it wasn’t really his scene, but eventually concluded he was looking forward to buying some ingredients to cook dinner for you, joking that it would be the perfect excuse to get you over to his house one day this week. You rolled your eyes, as if he needed an excuse to make you come see him when you were so clearly addicted to the man that it makes you nearly sick sometimes.

That morning you wake up before Joel, settling in your desk chair and planning to enjoy the quiet with a big cup of coffee. You yawn, open up your laptop and start browsing through your emails. You know you should be doing anything but checking on work related things on a Sunday, but you can’t help yourself from simply double checking that nothing important came up. Maybe Joel had been right ages ago when he asked if you were a workaholic.

You’re about to exit your email with that thought in mine when your hand stills over the mouse as you see one from the head of marketing for the entire company. You open the email, eyes scanning the page as you bounce your leg nervously and take in the words on the screen. You glance over them quickly, then, not believing your eyes, you read it again, much more carefully this time.

They’re inviting you, of all people, to go out for a position at their headquarters based on some recent ideas you’ve contributed. Apparently your boss put you up for it, seeing how hard you’ve been working, when they had a vacancy for an assistant marketing director come up unexpectedly. Your mouth hangs open, unsure of how this could have been sent to the right person. You know your work has been good lately, great even, and you have been heading lots of important projects since the company started up, but this feels absurd to you.

All of it sounds amazing, truly - you feel like this is a dream position for someone of your age and current status in the company. When you reach the nitty gritty details of the offer, though, your heart sinks. This specific position is within your company’s parent company, which is located in what might as well be another world away in New York City. Your fingers linger over the keyboard twitching as you feel the urge to respond right this minute. You take a deep breath, staring at the screen as if the answer to this unbearable new dilemma might jump out at you.

Your mind drifts to the gorgeous, wonderful man currently sleeping in your bed and your heart twists painfully. With all of Joel’s talk, you finally are put in the type of position he’d been worried about, and it’s almost laughable that he’d been so right about the decision being impossible now that you’re so involved with him. You vow to think about the best way to tell him, despite the nerves now twisting inside of your stomach, when you hear the bed shifting and him padding out of your bedroom and into the living room.

He looks like the most perfect picture, leaning on the doorframe with just his briefs on, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he takes you in. He’s still fighting the sleep from his eyes as he blinks and then reaches up to rub them softly.

“Mornin’, sweet girl,” Joel says, his voice slightly hoarse and scratchy, just the way you love it in the mornings.

“Morning,” you say, unable to stop the smile that creeps onto your face even though this email just turned your world upside down.

Joel walks over towards you, and you quickly click out of the email before you can even think about it, silently panicking that he’d notice. He seems not to, leaning down to kiss you, cupping his hand around the back of your head and groaning a little.

“Any coffee made yet?” he asks as he pulls away from you after several long, deep kisses.

“Mhm,” you nod, remembering the coffee you’d put on and promptly forgotten about once you’d turned on your laptop. Joel moves over to the kitchen, filling a mug and taking a sip as quickly as possible, signing with relief as he always does when he gets his first sip of coffee for the day. Freaking addict, you think affectionately as you chuckle a little.

“What’re you lookin’ at on there so early?” Joel asks casually as he returns to the living room, settling into the couch next to your desk.

“Oh, nothing. Just work stuff,” you say, and you immediately curse yourself. It isn’t a lie, not yet, you just need more time to think before talking it over with Joel.

The problem is, seeing Joel sitting next to you, sleep still shadowing his perfectly scruffy face, hair sticking up in too many directions to count, while his eyes look at you like you’re the most wonderful sight first thing in the morning, you know deep down your decision is already made. And you’re not quite sure you have the heart to tell him.

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[eclecticwrites]

I think the next chapter of Never Knew I Needed You might be too depressing, tbh lol

[ghosttotheparty]

a mess of holy things 12 also on ao3 // prev // next cw: some dumbification

“Hi, sweet boy.”

“Hi.”

Eddie flops onto the sofa, his head in Steve’s lap, grinning up at him, and Steve smiles.

“How are you?” Eddie asks, his voice softening like he can read Steve’s face. Steve’s mouth twists, and he shrugs a little bit, combing his fingers through Eddie’s bangs, pushing them back. He wants to lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, but he can’t lean down with Eddie there.

“Okay,” he says, his voice quiet.

“What’d you do today?” Eddie asks lightly, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinks, and Steve smiles in spite of himself. He’s so pretty.

“My mom called before I came over.”

Eddie wasn’t here when he arrived. But he keeps a spare key under his doormat, and now it lives on Steve’s keychain.

“How’d that go?”

“The usual,” Steve sighs, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “She asked about my classes. About friends.”

“You tell her about Robin?”

“No,” Steve says with a scoff. “If she knew I was best friends with a girl… She’d think we’re falling in love, and then she’d ask if Robin goes to church, or if she’s accepted Christ as her saviour,” he adds, imitating his mother’s voice, and Eddie snorts, scrunching his nose adorably. “Better to let her think I’m lonelier than I am.”

Eddie hums. He’s quiet for a moment, somehow tilting his head even though he’s laying down.

“You always seem sad when you talk to her,” he says softly.

Steve shrugs again.

“It’s hard to talk to her,” he says. “‘S frustrating.”

“She sounds difficult,” Eddie says.

Steve nods.

He traces the bat on Eddie’s neck, dragging his fingertip over its face.

“You finish your homework?” Eddie asks, and Steve scoffs again, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Makes me sound like a kid.”

Eddie sticks his tongue out at him. Steve giggles and covers his mouth with his hand, laughing again when Eddie just licks his palm.

“Sit up,” Steve says, patting his cheek, and Eddie does, suppressing a smile as he moves to lean against the back of the sofa. Steve moves to climb on top of him before he’s even settled, sitting on his lap and falling forward to tuck his face into his neck, pressing close.

Eddie wraps his arms around him, rubbing his back tenderly, sighing.

“How was work?” Steve asks, mumbling into the side of Eddie’s neck.

“Fine,” Eddie says softly. “Missed you.”

“Sap.”

“Ass.”

“You like my ass.”

“I really do,” Eddie sighs.

His hand slides around to it, and Steve grins, arching his back and nuzzling into Eddie’s neck and Eddie squeezes, kneading gently.

“You didn’t tell me if you finished your homework.”

“I did. Why?”

“Just making sure you don’t have anything else to do tonight.”

“Anything else?”

“Other than me.”

Steve snorts.

“Thought you were supposed to do me.”

“Relationships go both ways, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” Steve says, sighing heavily even though he’s beaming now. He hasn’t smiled all day, but when he sits in Eddie’s lap, face tucked into his neck to smell the vague alcohol and cigarettes and everything Steve isn’t supposed to fall in love with, his cheeks are sore.

He opens his mouth, exhaling against Eddie’s neck before he kisses him slowly. Eddie hums softly, tilting his head to give him space, and Steve kisses him again, slipping his tongue up his jaw.

“You’re fucking with me,” Eddie says, his voice low, and Steve giggles, humming in disagreement.

“You taste good,” he says softly, licking his neck again.

“I taste like a bar.”

“You taste like you.” He bites Eddie gently, sucking his skin between his teeth and licking, nibbling lightly. Eddie’s hand tightens on his ass, squeezing, his fingers digging into his flesh, and Steve’s breath catches in his throat. “That feels good.”

Eddie hums softly.

“Take your shirt off, honey.”

Steve nods, shuddering as he leans back, and he reaches for the hem of his shirt. His grip is too loose and he drops it as he lifts it before he tries again. Eddie is laughing, and Steve’s cheeks flush with heat as he smiles bashfully.

Eddie helps him tug his shirt over his head, setting it aside with a soft groan.

“My pretty boy.”

Steve shivers, sliding his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, his gaze falling shyly.

“Look at me,” Eddie says.

Steve looks at him.

Eddie is smiling, his eyes shining, and Steve wonders if this feeling is ever going to fade. This achey feeling that makes him feel like he’s going to burst into tears.

Eddie’s hand is a little cold when he touches Steve’s chest, spreading his fingers to take up as much pace as possible, squeezing his pec. Steve suppresses a smile, and Eddie grins, biting his lip as he does it again and then runs his hand across his chest, squeezing the other side.

“Okay?” Eddie whispers. Steve nods, exhaling. Eddie tilts his head fondly, watching him carefully as his fingers close on his nipple, pinching teasingly, as Steve holds his breath, biting his lip, stifling a weak moan. “Sweetheart.”

“Mhmm.”

“Kiss me.”

Steve leans down and crashes their mouths together, reaching to hold his face, cradling his jaw. He feels like he might pass out, like his vision has gone black, like his heart is beating too fast. Eddie’s tongue slips past his lips, and Steve lets his jaw drop, lets Eddie lick into his mouth.

Eddie’s fingers inch down his chest, pressing into Steve’s belly, feeling him, holding him, pressing and squeezing until he finds the drawstring of Steve’s sweatpants. He tugs gently, questioning. Steve nods, letting out a weak sound.

“Please.”

“Stand up for a moment,” Eddie says gently, patting his hip, and Steve does, swaying, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he steals himself on Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie smiles up at him fondly as he pulls at Steve’s sweatpants, tugging them down with his boxers. Steve’s cheeks are hot as he steps out of them, letting Eddie toss them aside to join his shirt.

He pauses before he starts to climb onto Eddie’s lap again, watching as Eddie reaches to undo the fly of his jeans. Eddie is suppressing a smile, opening his jeans, pushing them down a little as he lifts his hips, and Steve exhales, his hand tightening on Eddie’s shoulder.

“C’mere,” Eddie says softly, gesturing, and Steve climbs onto his lap, his head dropping as his dick touches Eddie’s.

“Oh, God.”

Eddie laughs softly, kissing him, reaching up to cradle the back of his head, and it’s tender, and sweet, and loving, until his fingers curl into his hair and pull sharply, tugging his head back. Steve lets out a noise that doesn’t even sound like it comes from his throat, too high, too weak, his eyes rolling back. Eddie licks a line up the side of his neck.

He hisses when Eddie bites him, closing his eyes and gripping Eddie’s shirt tightly. He whines, hips shifting, rubbing against Eddie.

“Spit for me,” Eddie murmurs into his ear. Steve forces himself to open his eyes to find Eddie’s hand between them, palm upturned. Steve holds his wrist as he lets spit gather in his mouth, as he spits slowly. “Good boy.”

Steve smiles deliriously, and he feels inebriated again, like he’s drunk or high or something, like Eddie is making his way into Steve’s bloodstream. Eddie’s hand wraps around both of them, spreading Steve’s spit, and his rings are cold against the heat of Steve’s skin.

“Eddie—”

Eddie’s hand pauses, and he looks up at Steve.

“Color?”

Steve whines, shifting his hips again.

“Green,” he chokes. “Green, fuck, gimme more.”

Eddie grins. His hand moves again, tightening, and Steve sighs, closing his eyes. Eddie hums, his voice rough in his throat.

“Watch,” he says softly, his voice low.

Steve forces his eyes open again, and he’s looking at the ceiling for some reason, so after a brief moment of orienting himself, he lowers his gaze. He looks at Eddie’s hand, at the way their skin is shining.

“We’re so pretty,” Steve slurs. Eddie grins.

“Yeah, we are,” he whispers.

He quickens his hand and Steve grits his teeth, his muscles tensing, letting out guttural sound that makes Eddie giggle.

“Oh, God—”

“That’s it, baby. Feel good?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Eddie is still laughing, his eyes shining brightly, and Steve can’t even feel annoyed, because he’s so hot, it’s fucking ridiculous. Steve kind of wants him to be mean to him. To make fun of him. To laugh at him. To tease him mercilessly, until Steve is sobbing, begging.

Steve groans, gripping Eddie’s shirt tightly. He’s trembling, and he can’t stop shifting on Eddie’s lap, swivelling his hips, jerking into Eddie’s fist.

“Come here,” Eddie says after a moment of gazing up at him, and Steve whines when Eddie’s hand disappears before it slides to the small of his back. He lifts Steve up, sliding his hands down his thighs to guide his legs around his hips.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, his voice breaking. He wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, squeezing his eyes shut as Eddie carries him out of the room, trying to steady his breathing.

Eddie sets him down gently, kissing him.

Steve loves it when he kisses him.

He always kisses Steve like the world is ending, like the sky is falling. Like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to kiss him.

Steve whines into his mouth, letting his tongue fall so Eddie can lick it, and he grabs at Eddie’s hair, his fingers gripping it tightly enough that Eddie grunts.

Eddie’s hand slides to his chest and squeezes his pec, and Steve hums.

“Stay here,” Eddie whispers. Steve whines, frowning. Eddie laughs. “I’ll be right back.”

He kisses him again before the heat of his body disappears, the bed shifting as he leaves, and Steve opens his eyes, lifting his head to look at him. He’s turned away, tugging his shirt off, and his hair lifting to expose the tattoo on his back. Steve’s eyes trace the line of his spine, the dimples just above the waistband of his jeans.

Steve lets his head fall back to the bed with a groan, and he suppresses a smile when Eddie laughs again. He hides his face behind his hands, his back arching as he lets out a desperate whine. He hears the bedside table drawer open and close, and then the mattress shifts as Eddie crawls over to him.

“Fuck,” he says. His voice is too loud. Eddie’s skin is cool on his, his inner thighs pressed to Steve’s hips, pinning him into the mattress. “Eddie.”

“Hi, baby.”

There’s a click of plastic, and Steve opens his eyes blearily, lifting his head. Eddie's naked now, glowing. He’s got a small bottle in his hands, and he’s suppressing a smile as he pours a clear liquid into his palm.

“You okay?” Eddie checks quietly.

“Yes,” Steve gasps, nodding.

“You know what to say if it’s too much?”

Steve nods again, breathing a weak Yes, holding back a weaker Sir.

“Good boy,” Eddie whispers, leaning down to kiss Steve’s chest, and then his hand is touching Steve’s dick, and it’s slick and warm and Steve might be dying. “Feel good?”

Steve whines.

“Yeah—”

Eddie hums condescendingly, rubbing, and then he shifts on Steve’s lap, moving forward, taking them both in his hand. Steve writhes, looking up at him.

His cheeks are red. He’s smiling.

Steve’s hands find Eddie’s thighs, and he squeezes as he looks at the ceiling.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says weakly.

“Thank you, sweet boy.”

Eddie tosses the bottle aside and presses his hand to Steve’s belly, rubbing and squeezing tenderly. He leans over, holding himself up on Steve’s torso, and his hair falls around his face as he hits his dick against Steve’s. Steve groans, clenching his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Eddie, ‘m gonna come.”

“Already?” Eddie teases brightly.

Steve whines, his face hot as he listens to the sound of Eddie’s hand moving, the sound of Eddie’s breath hitching.

“Fuck,” Eddie chokes, his weight shifting on top of Steve. “I shouldn’t make fun of you, I’m so close.”

Steve giggles deliriously, lifting his chin, pressing his head into the bed.

“God, you’re amazing,” Eddie murmurs, pressing his thumb under the head of Steve’s dick. “So fucking beautiful, baby, you’re perfect.”

Steve whines, watching Eddie’s hand, watching his stomach tense as grinds against him.

“Stevie, baby.”

“Mm.”

“Where do you want it?”

Steve groans, lifting a hand and gesturing to his chest, breathing out a soft please. Eddie laughs softly, squeezing his pec.

“Such a slut,” he says fondly.

“Yeah,” Steve whines, nodding at the ceiling. “J’st for you.”

“Yeah?” Eddie says, his voice soft and sweet and condescending. “You my little slut, baby boy?”

Steve nods, reaching to hold Eddie’s thighs, gripping him so tightly he might leave bruises. It’s not that he particularly wants to leave bruises on him, but he also doesn’t think Eddie would mind. And Steve can’t really unclench his hands, not when Eddie is calling him his slut, when he’s groping and squeezing and tugging at his chest.

Steve moans, his hips lifting off the bed to press to Eddie’s, and Eddie lets out a rough noise that’s almost a fucking growl. Steve does it again, looking up at Eddie, who nods, half-smiling, his hand moving quickly over their dicks. And Steve wants to hear him make that sound again, wants to hear his voice all rough and ragged.

“Eddie—”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Eddie says breathlessly.

“Talk to me—”

Eddie leans down and kisses him messily, licking across his mouth.

“You wanna hear me?” he breathes, nudging their noses together as they shift against each other. “You like it when I talk to you?”

“Yes,” Steve breathes, nodding, squeezing Eddie’s hips.

“What do you wanna hear?” Eddie whispers, kissing him again. “You want me to tell you you feel good? You sound so pretty?”

Steve groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

“‘Cause you do,” Eddie whispers after leaning closer, his lips brushing Steve’s ear. “Feel so fucking good. So perfect for me, like you were fucking made just for me.”

Steve nods desperately, tilting his head as Eddie slides his tongue over his ear, like he’s making out with it, and it’s weird and messy and gross and Steve is coming.

He lets out a weak noise, pulling Eddie against himself, and Eddie groans, growls, into his ear. Steve is breathing hard, gasping for breath, clinging to Eddie as he pushes himself up.

“Please—” Steve gasps, clutching at him, and Eddie nods, kissing him quickly, panting into his mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” he says, his voice rough. “You want it on your tits, baby?”

“Yes,” Steve gasps, nodding, still writhing, shivering, and Eddie sits up, reaching down to jerk himself off. He’s wet with Steve’s come. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Eddie snickers, leaning over Steve and holding himself up with a hand on Steve’s shoulder, resting his weight on him, and Steve wants him to crush him, to press so hard, so heavy, he can’t breathe.

Eddie grunts low in his throat, and Steve lets out a moan when Eddie comes, hot on Steve’s chest. He holds Steve in place by his shoulder as he fucks his hand, and Steve looks down to watch blearily, his vision blurred as he reaches to rub it into his skin. Eddie laughs breathlessly.

“Slut.”

Steve smiles at the ceiling, rubbing the come across his chest slowly, sleepily.

Eddie relaxes on top of him, resting his weight on his stomach. Steve sighs.

They fall quiet, their breathing slowing. Eddie touches Steve’s chest, dragging his fingers up his sternum, through his chest hair, over the hollow of his throat. And then he’s tracing Steve’s lips, and Steve parts them, smiling as Eddie presses his fingers into his mouth.

Steve moans softly, licking them clean, letting Eddie rub them against his tongue, hook them on his teeth to pull his jaw down.

When he pulls his fingers away, Steve sighs, his head falling back on the bed, and Eddie pats his cheek. Steve smiles.

“Sorry I said tits,” Eddie says, his voice rough, and a laugh bursts out of Steve.

“I don’t mind,” he says quietly.

“No?”

“Mm.” Steve exhales heavily. “Like how you talk about my body.”

Eddie hums and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“C’mon,” he says, finally climbing off of Steve, who whines, furrowing his eyebrows, pouting. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

Steve lets him pull him across the bed, groaning, and he opens his eyes, looking up at him.

He’s already looking back, red-cheeked and smiling softly, his hair messy. His neck and shoulders are reddened too, marked by Steve’s hands, and Steve glances down at his hips, where he finds his own fingerprints like they’re stained onto Eddie’s skin. He looks back up at Eddie.

“Kiss me?”

Eddie’s smile widens, and he moves back toward Steve, leaning down to touch his chin, lifting it so he can kiss him tenderly.

“Come with me,” he murmurs against Steve’s lips.

“Okay,” Steve says softly.

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Steve’s handwriting is shitty when he lays like this, on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, but it’s comfortable, and he’s tired, so he doesn’t really care. It’s pouring outside, and it’s lulling him to sleep.

He’s almost done with this assignment, and he cares less and less the closer he gets to the end of it. He’s barely trying anymore, letting his face rest on his palm, squishing his cheek, his handwriting lifting off the lines of the paper in his notebook, scribbly and sleepy.

“You almost done?”

Steve just groans in response, and he hears Eddie chuckle behind him as he comes into the bedroom. Steve is on the floor, legs stretched out behind him, books and papers scattered in front of him within reach. He’d started working when Eddie went to cover someone’s shift at the bar, and he was still working when he came home. Eddie had gone to the kitchen to clean, had gone to shower, to dry his hair.

“How close are you?” Eddie asks, letting out a soft groan as he lowers to the floor, and Steve glances behind himself, smiling as Eddie lays down, resting his head on Steve’s ass with a sigh.

“Few more minutes maybe,” Steve says, looking back at the paper. He scribbles out a word that’s almost illegible and rewrites it. “‘M bored.”

Eddie hums, his head shifting, and he squeezes Steve’s thigh gently.

Steve works, his vision more clear as he focuses on Eddie’s weight against him, his handwriting still awfully messy because he’s writing faster now, desperate to finally be done.

He lets out another groan when he finishes, shoving away his notebooks and tossing his pencil aside as he falls to lay flat on the ground, letting his face press to his arm. Eddie laughs softly, squeezing his thigh again.

“All done?”

Another groan.

Eddie laughs again, rolling over, and Steve smiles against his arm as he feels Eddie’s arms rest across the backs of his thighs, his face pressing against Steve’s ass.

“You comfy?” Steve mumbles into his arm.

“Very much so, yes.”

Steve snorts, and he sighs, reaching back to touch Eddie’s head, pushing his fingers into his curls; they’re almost dry, and Steve tries not to snag any tangles.

“How’s your homework?” Eddie asks. “You think you did good?”

Steve makes a non-committal sound, shrugging, letting his fingers curl into Eddie’s hair.

“Who cares,” he says dryly.

“Probably your parents.”

Steve groans again.

Eddie’s hand tightens on his leg and he sits up, making Steve’s hand fall aside. Steve sighs, already missing his warmth, but Eddie comes back, laying on the ground next to him and sliding his arm around his waist. Steve shifts closer, closing his eyes and pressing his face to Eddie’s chest. He smells like his soap. Steve can hear his heartbeat, gentle and steady, and the rain turns to white noise.

“You ever think about dropping out?” Eddie asks after a moment, running his hand through his hair, playing with the ends, twisting them around his fingers.

“Every day,” Steve says honestly.

“Yeah?”

“Mm. Can’t though.”

“I’d support you if you did,” Eddie says softly. Steve smiles.

“‘S nice.”

Eddie scoffs.

He presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, and Steve wraps his leg around Eddie’s, pulling him closer, sliding a hand around to the small of his back and slipping his hand under his shirt. His skin is warm from the shower, and Steve sighs again, holding Eddie tightly, like he wants to absorb him, like he’s trying to let their skin melt together.

The rain gets louder. Hits the roof and the window steadily, obstructing the light from outside. Steve presses closer to hear Eddie’s heart.

“Jesus,” Eddie says quietly. “Rain’s louder ‘n skeletons fuckin’ on the roof.”

Steve blinks his eyes open.

“What?”

Eddie laughs, and Steve can feel it on his face, can feel the vibrations from it against his cheek, and he lifts his head, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at him.

“What did you say?” Steve says, grinning, staring at Eddie and his eyes shine up at him.

“I said,” he says pointedly, tilting his head, his hair getting caught on the rug. “The rain is louder that skeletons fucking on the roof.”

Steve stares at him for another moment before he bursts into laughter, dropping onto Eddie’s chest. Eddie giggles, wrapping his arms around him, and he rolls them so he’s on top of Steve, pressing him into the ground and burying his face in his neck. It tickles.

Steve tries to fight him away, but he’s laughing too hard to push him again, his eyes squeezed shut and his cheeks sore. Eddie is heavy on top of him, blowing raspberries in his neck and digging his fingers into his sides. Steve squeals, finally reaching for his hair and tugging it sharply, which makes Eddie laugh, his breath warm on Steve’s skin.

When Eddie finally lifts his head and crashes their mouths together, grinning, reaching to hold his cheek. Steve giggles into his mouth, sliding his hand under his shirt again. Eddie’s tongue slides into his mouth, slick and warm and pressing behind his teeth clumsily, and Steve hums, tugging at his hair.

Eddie is still grinning when he lifts his head, and his smile softens as he looks at him. Steve’s lips are parted, and it takes a moment for him to open his eyes.

Eddie’s hair is falling around them like a curtain, hiding them from the overhead light, and Steve reaches up to tuck it out of the way, holding Eddie’s head gently.

“What?” he says quietly when Eddie doesn’t say anything.

Eddie shrugs, his eyes flickering across Steve’s face.

“Just…” He holds Steve’s waist absently, his thumb brushing back and forth slowly. “I really like you.”

Steve’s stomach flutters. He tilts his head.

“I really like you too.”

“…Really?”

And Eddie does this sometimes. Teases, complains that Steve must actually hate him because he doesn’t let him slide his cold hands under his shirt. But it comes out so earnestly in this moment, his voice soft like he doesn’t mean to say it.

“Yeah,” Steve says, his voice softening. “Of course.”

Eddie blinks at him. His thumb brushes back and forth again before it stops, and Steve pushes his hair back again.

He pushes Eddie back gently, sitting up, and he holds onto him to keep him close. They sit across from each other.

“What is it?” Steve asks, pulling at Eddie’s leg so he wraps them around him.

“‘S nothing,” Eddie says lightly, dismissively, but Steve’s hand tightens.

“Baby,” he says softly, leaning closer, meeting Eddie’s eyes. It makes Eddie smile a little bit. “What’s going on?”

Eddie looks away, taking a breath, pausing, and Steve waits, running his fingers over Eddie’s shin. He’s wearing shorts, and when Steve looks down, he can see the wing of the moth wrapping around the back of his leg. He traces it lightly.

“I keep… like, thinking that I…”

Steve looks at him again, but he’s looking down at the ground between them.

“That I’m like, an experiment for you,” Eddie says, his voice quiet, and he looks up at Steve, who frowns. “Which— I don’t wanna sound like an asshole, I’m sorry, I—”

“You don’t sound like an asshole,” Steve says gently, squeezing his leg. “Tell me.”

“I just…” Eddie bites his lip as he pauses again, looking away for a moment. “I keep thinking that you, like— you’d gonna decide that…”

Steve reaches over and takes his hand, linking their fingers gently. Eddie squeezes gently.

“That you wanna… focus on God,” Eddie says finally. “And you— you won’t wanna be with me.”

Steve exhales, his heart falling.

“Eds—”

“Which,” Eddie interrupts, his hand tightening on Steve’s. “I mean, if you— if you do, I— I’ll respect that, obviously, I— I want you to be happy, I just…”

“Eddie,” Steve stops him, tugging at his hand, prompting him to look up at him, and Steve’s throat is tight. He pauses for a moment and then leans in to kiss him gently, slowly, staying close when they part. His lips brush against Eddie’s when he speaks. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Eddie smiles a little, but Steve can tell he doesn’t believe him, so he kisses him again, harder, reaching to hold his face. Eddie lets him, his lips parting, his head falling back, and Steve presses closer, his legs around Eddie.

They’re both quiet when they part again, sharing breaths, holding each other.

“I don’t…” Steve starts, his voice rough. “I don’t know what I believe about, like, God. I think I’m… leaning toward, like. Atheism. Like…” He pauses, his heart beating faster, and Eddie nods, listening intently as he holds his waist gently, firmly. “I don’t… I don’t really believe in God.”

It’s the first time he’s said it out loud.

The words tumble out of his mouth clumsily, like he’s not fluent, like he’s unpracticed, and he feels cold. He suppresses a shiver, fingers tightening on Eddie, holding him like he’s about to slip away.

“But—” His voice cuts off, his throat tight, and he blinks his eyes, clearing his vision. “I believe in— in this.” He squeezes again. “This is real. I know it is. I can— I can feel it.”

He leans forward and presses their foreheads together, closing his eyes and taking a breath. Eddie’s hand smooths over his back gently, calming.

“I believe in us,” Steve says softly, whispering. “It sounds so stupid, but…”

“‘S not stupid,” Eddie murmurs.

Steve exhales.

“Do you… Do you remember what you said that day we met?” he asks quietly. “About… God’s presence?”

Eddie hums, his nose brushing over Steve’s.

“Kind of,” he says. “Tell me.”

“You said… that God’s absence brings you more peace than his presence.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s like that.”

Eddie looks at him, leaning away enough to see him clearly. He doesn’t have any of his piercings in, and he looks odd without them, his skin bare except the subtle holes in his skin.

“Yeah?” he whispers. Steve nods.

“You…’

Steve reaches for one of Eddie’s hands, taking it gingerly, and Eddie lets him, his other hand smoothing over his head, brushing through his hair. Steve looks at their hands, at the ink of Eddie’s skin, and he traces his fingers.

“You bring me more peace than God ever did,” he says quietly, whispering to the flower on the back of Eddie’s hand. “Feel safer with you than I do in church.”

Eddie tugs his hand, and he looks up.

Eddie’s eyes are glistening. Steve watches the bat on his throat shift when he swallows. And then Eddie is pulling him into a kiss, his mouth lingering on Steve’s, hands releasing him to reach for his face. And Steve melts against him, placing his hands on his chest, his fingers curling to hold the fabric of his shirt.

Steve pulls away with a slick sound, his hands pressing firmly to Eddie’s chest.

“I—” He takes a breath, looking at Eddie desperately. Eddie’s thumb brushes over his cheek. “Even if I did believe in God,” he says softly. “Even if I changed my mind, and I was— reborn, or whatever.”

Eddie smiles crookedly.

Steve kisses his smile.

“I don’t care what He thinks,” he whispers against Eddie’s mouth. He reaches to hold his face, brushing his thumbs over his skin, scratching his fingertips over his stubble, pressing their foreheads together. “He’s all-powerful, all-knowing. He put you in my path. Had to know I’d fall for you.”

Too honest.

He looks at Eddie nervously, and Eddie is crying, his eyes shining with tears that fall when he blinks. Steve wipes them away, frowning.

“‘S really nice,” Eddie says, his voice weak.

“Can I have a hug?” Steve asks softly, and Eddie pulls him close, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw before he buries his face in his neck.

Steve tucks his arms between them, closing his eyes, and he listens to Eddie’s heartbeat. It’s faster now than it was earlier.

Eddie’s hands are gentle as they run over Steve’s back, over the back of his neck into his hair. Steve loves how he touches him. Always so tender, so gentle, like Steve deserves it.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asks weakly. “Please, Eddie.”

Eddie lifts his head, touching Steve’s chin and guiding him into a soft kiss before he whispers to him.

“You don’t ever have to beg for a kiss,” he murmurs. “Okay?”

Steve nods. Eddie shakes his head by his chin lightly.

“Words.”

“Yes,” Steve breathes, nodding again. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Eddie whispers, brushing their noses together. Steve’s eyes close. “You want a kiss, you take it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie kisses him.

Steve clutches at him, clings to him, grasps his shirt and his hair, and Eddie lets him, treats him so fucking gently Steve feels like he might fall apart if he lets go. Eddie pushes him to his back, his hand steady on his chest, and Steve pulls him down with him, his hands knotted in his curls.

Eddie’s hand presses to Steve’s neck, his palm to Steve’s throat, fingers wrapped around it, and Steve lets out a weak whine, his head falling back.

“Is that okay?” Eddie whispers. Steve nods and then lets out a sharp Yes under his breath.

He pulls Eddie back into a kiss, sighing as Eddie settles over him.

“I’ve been thinking,” he mumbles absently.

“Uh oh.”

Steve snickers. holding the sides of Eddie’s head, tightening his legs around him. Eddie kisses the corner of his mouth and then his cheek.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Eddie asks, his voice muffled by Steve’s skin.

“Uhm.”

He looks at the ceiling, his eyes fluttering shut as Eddie kisses the side of his neck. He buries his hands in his hair, cradling the back of his head, humming as Eddie’s fingers tighten on his neck.

“I think I wanna… wanna try something. With you.”

His face is burning, and he feels Eddie’s lips spread into a smile against his jaw.

“What’s that?” Eddie asks softly, sliding his lips to Steve’s cheek and kissing him there slowly. “Hm? What d’you wanna try, sweet thing?”

Steve exhales shakily, closing his eyes as Eddie’s lips close on his earlobe.

“Mm. Not… Not today but I…”

He stops, face burning with embarrassment, and Eddie hums softly.

“Where are your words?” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of Steve’s ear. He presses his hips against Steve’s just enough to make his breath catch.

“Want…” He swallows. Eddie kisses his ear slowly, his teeth catching softly. “Wanna try pen— penetration.”

Eddie grins. He lifts his head and kisses Steve so hard their teeth crash together, and Steve hugs his neck, holding him close as Eddie presses their hips together again. Eddie hums quietly.

“Which way you want it?” he whispers between kisses, tilting his head to lick into Steve’s mouth. Steve groans softly, his fingers digging into Eddie’s back.

“Want you,” he breathes. “Want you to fuck me.”

Eddie’s hip land harder. His breath catches, and he lets out a rough sound.

“You sure?”

Steve nods, opening his mouth, and Eddie licks his tongue.

“Want you inside me.”

Eddie groans softly and reaches to grab Steve’s knee, lifting it to hitch it up on his hip. Steve arches his back, pushing up against him.

“Do you want it?” he asks weakly, hugging Eddie tightly, tilting his head for Eddie to mouth at his neck. “Do you want it too?”

“God, fuck, yes,” Eddie gasps. He slides a hand into the small of Steve’s back, pulling him close as he ruts against him. spreading his legs to be closer. “Would be a fucking honor to fuck you, Stevie.”

Steve giggles, and he pulls Eddie's hair sharply, tugging him away from his neck, so he can kiss him messily. Eddie moans softly, smiling against Steve’s mouth like he’s proud of Steve for not asking, for taking it.

He comes with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth, with Eddie’s fingers around his throat. He presses a hand to Eddie’s back when he stops to look at him, letting out a heavy exhale and nodding, closing his eyes and letting his head fall to the floor.

“Keep going,” he says breathlessly, nodding even though he can’t see if Eddie’s looking at him or not. “Come for me.”

Eddie groans and buries his face in Steve’s neck, breathing heavily as he starts to move again, desperately using Steve’s body, licking his neck and ear and jaw like he’s mindless.

“Fuck, I—”

Steve bites his lip to cut himself off.

But Eddie groans like he knows.

“When do you wanna do it?” Eddie asks.

It’s dark in his room, especially when Steve’s got his face buried in his chest, his eyes squeezed shut, breathing in the smell of his soap and laundry detergent. He can feel Eddie’s heartbeat against his face. He can feel the vibrations of his voice.

“I don’t know,” he says, turning to rest his cheek on his chest instead, so he can hear him. “Sometime soon-ish.”

Eddie hums softly.

It’s still raining outside. Pouring. There’s a vague rumble of thunder somewhere in the sky, but it’s too far away for the lightning to show itself. Eddie’s fingers drag up and down Steve’s bare arm. He isn’t wearing a shirt. Didn’t bother putting one on after getting out of the shower.

“We’ll take it slow,” Eddie murmurs. Steve sighs, rubbing his cheek against Eddie’s chest. “Okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“Start with a finger,” Eddie continues, his voice soft and rumble. “If you don’t like it, or you wanna try another day or anything, you tell me, alright?”

“I will,” Steve whispers.

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“That looks like the smile of a boy that just crushed an exam.”

Steve’s smile is crooked, and he tilts his head, grinning up at Eddie. He tosses his backpack to the floor when Eddie tugs him inside by the lapel of his jacket, letting him drag him into a hug. He sighs heavily, closing his eyes as Eddie pushes the door shut behind him.

“‘M so fuckin’ tired,” Steve mumbles into Eddie’s shoulder, lifting onto his tiptoes as Eddie wraps his arms around his waist. Eddie’s wearing a hoodie, and it’s soft on Steve’s face.

“How’d it go?”

Steve groans.

“Fine, I guess. I’ll find out in a few weeks.”

“Bet you did great.”

“Mm.”

Eddie lifts his head and kisses Steve’s temple before Steve looks up tiredly, opening his eyes slowly. Eddie brushes his hair back fondly before he kisses his mouth gently.

“You eat today?”

“Mhmm,” Steve hums. “Ate after I left the exam hall.”

“Good boy.”

“I’m so tired.”

Eddie caresses his face like he’s analysing him, and Steve closes his eyes again, letting him. He likes when Eddie looks at him like this. When Eddie touches him like this.

“Wanna lay down?” Eddie asks softly. Steve nods. Eddie taps his cheek firmly, reprimanding him, and Steve’s breath catches in his throat. His eyes flutter open to find Eddie looking at him expectantly.

“Yeah,” he says finally. “Wanna lay down.”

Eddie smiles like he’s proud and he tugs at Steve’s jacket again.

“Take this off ‘nd hang it up.”

Steve does, his movements slow and sleepy, and Eddie watches, leaning against the doorframe before he holds his hand out to Steve to take, leading him to the living room. There’s a movie on the television, paused and staticky, and Eddie sits against the arm rest, gesturing, tugging Steve’s hand.

Steve falls onto the sofa, his head landing in Eddie’s lap, and Eddie laughs lightly, reaching for the remote as Steve gets situated.

He sighs when he’s settled, his eyes closed, and Eddie’s hand runs through his hair.

“‘M proud of you,” Eddie says lightly when his move is playing again. Steve opens his eyes and looks up at him. “I know how hard you’ve been working.”

Steve nods, half-smiling.

“So smart,” Eddie praises lightly, caressing his cheek. Steve’s face flushes with heat, and Eddie’s smile widens. “My bright boy.”

His thumb brushes Steve’s lower lip, and Steve opens his mouth instinctively. Eddie laughs, sliding his thumb into his mouth, combing through his hair with his other hand as Steve closes his mouth around it and sucks.

“Stupid for me, though, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

Eddie’s other fingers wrap around Steve’s chin, cradling his jaw, and his voice is rough when he speaks again.

“Open up.”

Steve opens his mouth, letting his tongue follow Eddie’s thumb as he pulls it away, whining. Eddie shushes him gently, wiping his thumb on Steve’s cheek, leaving it wet with his spit, and it’s gross, but Steve lets out a weak hum. Eddie slides his finger in his mouth gently, slowly, tugging his hair when he closes his lips around it.

“Keep it open for me, doll.”

Steve hums weakly, nodding, opening his mouth again.

Eddie’s finger slides over his tongue again before another joins it, pressing down on Steve’s tongue, forcing his jaw open wider. Steve’s eyes open after a moment, and Eddie is looking down at him, smiling, fond.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so I can watch my movie?” Eddie asks. Steve nods. “Words.”

Steve’s breath catches in his throat, and he struggles around a weak Yes with Eddie’s fingers firm on his tongue, keeping his mouth open.

“That’s a good boy,” Eddie says softly, kindly, and Steve closes his eyes, groaning weakly. Eddie shifts in his seat so he’s slouching more comfortably, and Steve curls up, keeping his head straight so Eddie’s fingers don’t fall away.

Eddie’s fingers move idly in Steve’s mouth, pressing over his tongue, spreading apart like he’s trying to take up as much space in Steve’s mouth as possible. His other hands plays with Steve’s hair, combing through it, twisting his fingers in it, tugging gently until his scalp aches dully.

The next time Steve opens his eyes, Eddie is looking at the television, almost ignoring Steve completely. Steve whines.

“Thought you said you were gonna be quiet for me,” Eddie says absently, and then he lowers his gaze to Steve and meets his eyes, pulling his fingers away enough for Steve to speak clearly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Can I have your spit?”

Eddie smiles, pausing. He can’t lean down properly with Steve here on his lap, so he lifts his hand to his own mouth, extending his fingers, and he spits on them slowly. Steve watches longingly, his head full of clouds.

“Open.”

Steve sticks his tongue out, and he knows how weird this is, how debauched, how filthy, but Eddie’s spit is warm on his tongue, and it makes him feel beautiful, like Eddie is painting him, creating him with his own hands. Steve sucks on his fingertips. Swallows.

“Sweet little thing,” Eddie murmurs. “This gonna keep you quiet?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly around Eddie’s fingers, reaching for Eddie’s wrist, pushing his fingers in deeper until they’re pressing against the back of his tongue. He hums quietly. Closes his eyes.

He’s quiet.

He doesn’t fall asleep, but he’s somewhere between awake and not. He can’t really feel his body, like he’s floating, like he’s high. Not that he knows what that feels like. But if it’s anything like this, he thinks he understands addicts.

Eddie’s fingers occasionally play in his mouth, like Eddie is fidgeting with him. It makes Steve melt even more.

He opens his eyes after a while, just to look up at Eddie. Just to gaze.

Eddie watches the movie. His thumb brushes over Steve’s chin lightly. He looks down after a while and he smiles when he finds Steve already looking back at him.

“Feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

He’s drooling. Eddie pulls his fingers away, making Steve’s hand fall aside, and he wipes the drool off his chin with his thumb before lifting it to his own mouth, licking it away. Steve smiles, watching.

Eddie’s hand touches his face. The spit on his fingers is already cold on Steve’s skin.

“I wanna do it tonight.”

His voice is breathy when he says it, and he wonders for a moment if Eddie could even hear it. This confession.

But Eddie smiles softly. Caresses his cheek.

“Okay.”

Eddie’s lips grace down the side of Steve’s neck. He’s slow, and gentle, careful as he kisses over his veins, over his pulse. Steve’s hands are in his hair, fingers right in his curls, holding his head.

They sway where they’re standing, arms around each other, skin sliding. Eddie is warm. His skin, his breath, his tongue. Steve never felt heat like this until Eddie. Safe.

Steve feels a little lightheaded. Eddie keeps murmuring to him the way he always does.

“How do I…”

He stops himself, cutting short, because he doesn’t know how to ask it. Does he lay on his back? On his front?

Is it going to hurt?

Eddie kisses him gently, his tongue slipping over his lip, and Steve exhales, his hands sliding over Eddie’s waist and pulling him close. His breath catches when Eddie’s dick presses to his, but Eddie stays in place, holding him close, cradling his face tenderly. He sucks in Steve’s lip for a moment before they part, and Steve could swear he’s been fucking brainwashed or something. He melts, his head falling back a little bit as his eyes flutter open to look at Eddie.

Eddie won’t hurt him. Steve knows it.

“Come here,” Eddie says softly, brushing their lips, and he pulls at Steve’s arm gently. Steve follows easily, watching blearily as Eddie leads him to the bed, opens the drawer of his bedside table and tosses a plastic bottle and foil packet onto the bed. Steve follows as Eddie climbs onto the bed, leaning against the wall.

“Right here, honey,” Eddie says, gesturing between his legs as he spreads them. “Lean against me.”

Steve crawls to him tiredly and turns to rest his back against his chest. His eyes close, and he exhales as Eddie’s arms slide skeins him gently.

“Okay?” Eddie whispers softly, his breath on Steve’s ear. Steve nods before he corrects himself.

“Okay.”

“Good boy,” Eddie murmurs. Steve smiles, his cheeks warm, and he reaches for Eddie’s forearms, touching them gently, holding onto him. “You remember what to say if you want me to stop?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

Steve takes a breath, melting against him.

“Yellow or red.”

“Good. What’s your color right now?”

“Green.”

Eddie hums, kissing his ear. His hands slide over Steve’s skin, pressing firmly, squeezing his chest, his belly, his arms. Eddie likes his arms. A few weeks ago, Steve got out of the shower and was pulling on a shirt when Eddie pulled it out of his hands and started kissing him, licking and biting and sucking on Steve’s arms as Steve laughed so hard his stomach hurt. There were three bruises left after that, one on his left arm and two on his right, and Steve liked looking at them. Pressing against them.

Eddie’s hand makes its way to Steve’s dick slowly, dragging through the wetness that’s smeared against his stomach and using it to stroke him gently. Steve’s eyes flutter shut. He reaches for Eddie’s other hand, still on his chest, and he laces their fingers.

“Okay?” Eddie whispers.

“Yes.”

“You want me to tell you how this is gonna go?”

“Yes, please,” Steve breathes, nodding.

Eddie hums, nosing at his neck.

“I like those manners.”

Steve smiles, squeezing his hand.

Eddie does that thing Steve likes, pressing his thumb under the head of his dick and rubbing like he’s massaging it, and Steve’s head falls back as his breath catches in his throat.

“I’m gonna get my fingers wet,” Eddie says softly, squeezing his chest again. “With the lube. And I’m gonna press right here,” he says, letting go of Steve’s dick and sliding his hand down, lower, and his fingertip presses to Steve’s hole, gentle and tentative like he’s waiting for Steve to push it away. He doesn’t.

“And I’m gonna put it inside you,” Eddie whispers. “Nice and slow. And when you’re ready, I’ll put another one in you, and I’ll stretch you until you’re nice ‘nd loose ‘nd open for me. Okay?”

Steve nods.

“Okay?” Eddie asks again, his finger still pressed lightly, and Steve wants it.

“Yes.”

“Good boy.”

And then the pressure is gone, and Steve wants it back.

“Then what?” he asks, opening his eyes and lifting his head to watch Eddie reach for the bottle next to them, releasing his hand so he can reach across him. Eddie presses a brief kiss to his neck.

“Then, if you wanna keep going, I’ll fuck you.”

Steve’s eyes close.

“How?”

He hears Eddie let out a soft breath, a light laugh, and there’s the click of the bottle lid and a soft, wet sound of skin rubbing, and Eddie’s lips brush the shell of his ear.

“However you want.”

Steve shivers. Eddie reaches back between his legs, and his fingertips are warm and wet as they press against his taint gently.

“Slow,” Eddie murmurs. “And soft. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, nodding. “That sounds nice.”

Eddie kisses his jaw, smiling.

“Ready?”

Steve pauses, relaxing against him, nodding, before he speaks.

“Can you hold my hand?”

“Of course, baby.”

His hand touches Steve’s, and Steve’s eyes burn for some reason. Eddie’s fingertips are rough with calluses, and he’s warm and gentle and tender, and Steve’s whole body aches. Eddie kisses the side of his neck slowly.

“Breathe for me,” he murmurs. Steve inhales deeply, exhales slowly. “That’s my boy.”

Steve smiles.

Eddie’s fingertip touches his hole again. Rubs slowly, presses lightly.

“Relax,” he whispers softly, pressing harder. “‘S gonna be so good.”

Steve nods, taking another breath. Eddie kisses his neck.

“There you go.”

His finger slips inside, and Steve tightens, stiffening, his eyes opening. Eddie slides his arm around him, across his chest like a seatbelt, and Steve clings to it, hugging it to himself.

“Alright?” Eddie asks softly, and Steve nods.

“Don’t stop,” he says breathlessly. “Please.”

Eddie exhales into his neck, nodding. He presses harder, still so gentle, so sweet with him. Steve lets out a sharp exhale when he feels Eddie’s hand, when he realizes Eddie’s whole finger is inside him. He groans weakly, his hips shifting.

It’s a confusing sensation, he thinks. It’s nice, even if it feels wrong.

Steve never knew something wrong could be good.

His chest tightens suddenly, and his grip on Eddie’s arm tightens.

“Talk to me,” he says, his voice higher than it should be. “Please.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, just… Wanna hear you,” Steve says desperately. “Only wanna feel you, please, Eddie.”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Eddie murmurs, kissing his jaw. “Can already tell you’re gonna feel so good wrapped around me.”

Steve moans softly, nodding, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Does it feel okay?” Eddie whispers.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “It… It feels weird.”

“Want me to make it good?”

“Please.”

Eddie’s lips press to Steve’s cheek, and his finger moves. Steve gasps, his back arching, and he lets out an Oh! as Eddie’s finger slides out slowly and then presses back in.

“So good,” Eddie whispers, licking his jaw. “My sweet boy.”

Steve nods, holding his forearm tightly, his other hand dropping to Eddie’s leg and gripping his thigh tightly. His head is cloudy again, his vision almost blurry at the edges, and he’s trembling, holding Eddie tightly so he doesn’t float away.

And it feels good. The switch is kind of sudden, from okay and odd to fucking perfect.

“God, Eddie,” Steve says breathlessly.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” Steve whines. “It feels good.”

Eddie smiles against Steve’s neck, his finger shifting in and out slowly, rhythmically, and Steve is rolling his hips to meet the movements, panting. And all the bad is gone as quickly as it had appeared, and Steve might be glowing.

“Talk to me,” he gasps.

“You’re so amazing,” Eddie whispers without any hesitation, like he’s been waiting to say it. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”

Steve laughs softly, his head falling back to Eddie’s shoulder,

“I’m honored,” Eddie says, and Steve can hear his smile in his voice. “Like, actually honored. You’re letting me have this, God.”

“Want you to have me,” Steve says weakly. “Want you to have everything.”

Eddie exhales roughly and his teeth close on Steve’s neck. Steve groans.

“You ready for another one?” Eddie asks, his breath cooling his spit on Steve’s skin.

“Yeah,” Steve chokes. “Want another.”

Another finger presses alongside the one inside Steve, stretching him, and the ache burns. He hisses through his teeth, lifting his head, shoulders tightening, and Eddie pauses, looking at him.

“Green,” Steve says before he can ask. “Don’t stop, please.”

“You gotta relax, honey.”

Steve is panting, and his skin is tacky with sweat already. He nods.

“I…”

“Breathe,” Eddie whispers. His lips brush Steve’s neck, catching against his skin, and that’s what he needs—

“Kiss,” Steve gasps, turning his head. Eddie is smiling when he kisses him, sucking on his lower lip, licking into his mouth. Steve hums, relaxing against him, letting his shoulders fall, and Eddie’s finger presses harder, slipping inside slowly. His other hand slides over Steve’s chest, fingertips raking through his chest hair, until it finds his neck, resting on his throat.

Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth when his finger slides inside him, breathing hard, grabbing Eddie’s wrist tightly and holding his hand in place. Eddie’s fingers tighten around his throat.

“That’s good,” Steve gasps when they part, their chins slick. “Mm.”

Eddie’s fingers are sliding easier now, moving smoothly, prodding and spreading gently. He’s breathing heavily into Steve’s mouth, and his dick is hard against the small of Steve’s back, pressing against him, teasing him. Steve wants it.

“You know what I’m looking for?” Eddie asks quietly, his fingers moving harder. Steve whines, shaking his head. “Your prostate, baby.”

Steve groans low in his throat, writhing against Eddie’s hand.

“I dunno what that is,” he says, his voice slurring. Eddie chuckles softly, nuzzling into the side of his neck.

“‘S gonna make you feel so good,” he says slowly. “Gonna make you light up inside.”

“Sounds nice,” Steve mumbles. He’s still writhing, clutching to Eddie’s wrist with both hands. One of his legs extends and slides under the bend of Eddie’s knee, and Eddie shifts so their legs lock together. His fingers shift again, spreading apart, and he presses deeper.

A loud sound escapes Steve. His head falls back, and his hands tighten on Eddie’s wrist so suddenly it forces his hand against his throat harder, and Steve is on fucking fire. Every cell in his body, burning alive.

He claps a hand over his mouth as he lets out another moan, and Eddie’s hand doesn’t stop.

“Put your hand down.”

Steve drops his hand, grabbing Eddie’s wrist again as he gasps for breath.

“Good, yeah?” Eddie breathes. Steve nods, whining.

“Yes,” he says weakly. “‘S so good. Holy fuck.”

Eddie laughs, giggling against Steve’s shoulder.

“Love it when you talk like that.”

“When I talk like you, you mean?” Steve asks, pushing back against Eddie’s fingers, forcing them deeper, harder. Eddie squeezes his throat for a brief moment, lightly chastising him. Steve exhales roughly, his eyes rolling back before he closes them.

“Yeah,” Eddie says despite. “Like it when I rub off on you.”

Steve giggles, letting his head roll so his face is against Eddie’s cheek.

“Bet you do.”

Eddie scoffs, turning to kiss his forehead.

“Little shit.”

“Be nice to me.”

“This isn’t nice enough for you?” Eddie asks, smiling, thrusting his fingers into him harder. Steve whines, squeezing his eyes shut. “Jesus.”

“Gonna make me come.”

“I know, baby,” Eddie whispers. “Let it happen.”

“Can I have another one?” Steve asks in a small voice, shy, and Eddie kisses his forehead again.

“‘Course, baby.”

He pulls his fingers out. Steve whines, writhing, squeezing his writhes. Eddie hushes him.

“Need more lube, baby, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Steve relaxes, opening his eyes to look. Eddie has to let go on his neck to open the bottle.

Steve looks at his fingers. Thick and rough with calluses and stained with tattoos. He wants them back.

Eddie spreads that lube over his fingers, warming it up, and his hand is shining.

“Eds.”

“Mhmm?”

He reaches for Eddie’s face, holding his chin and pulling so Eddie looks at him as he reaches back between his legs. Steve opens his mouth.

Eddie smiles, reaching to hold the back of Steve’s neck firmly, and there’s a pause before he’s spitting into his mouth. It’s harsher than it’s ever been before, rougher, and Steve groans as he closes his mouth and swallows.

“Thank you,” he breathes.

Eddie kisses him gently.

“Sweet boy.”

Two of his fingers push back into Steve, and he yelps, reaching behind his head to grab Eddie’s hand. Eddie laughs softly, squeezing the back of his neck, shaking him lightly.

“Little whore.”

Steve nods, panting, breathless. A third finger presses against his rim, stretching him open, and he groans, his back arching.

“Yeah,” he whines. “‘M your whore.”

Eddie groans, pushing his fingers in deeper, like he’s digging through Steve’s insides, and Steve would let him. Would let him gut him, eviscerate him, wring his insides dry.

“Wanna put my mouth down here sometime,” Eddie says, his voice rough. Steve shivers.

“We can do that?” Steve chokes, imagining it. Eddie’s mouth on his ass. It’s filthy.

“We can do whatever we want.”

Steve whines, reaching an arm down to catch Eddie’s wrist, and his legs squeeze shut around their arms. Eddie hand mashes against Steve’s balls, and Steve lets out a sob.

“You okay?” Eddie checks, his fingers pausing, and Steve’s eyes open. He grips Eddie’s wrist tighter.

“If you stop I’ll kill you,” he says breathlessly. Eddie laughs brightly, pushing his hands against him harder, deeper. Steve’s eyes roll back.

“You really are a whore, huh?”

Steve nods desperately, shifting his hips against Eddie’s fingers.

“For you,” he chokes. “Just for you, only you.”

Eddie makes a soft sound.

“God, Steve.”

Steve whines, and he hasn’t even touched his dick, but he’s so close—

“Eddie.”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me. Please.”

Eddie groans.

“Are you sure?”

Steve nods again, grinding onto his fingers.

“Wanna come with you inside me.”

Eddie’s hand freezes. His hand on Steve’s neck tightens and grips him, holding him close, panting against his cheek.

“Fuck.”

“How do you want me?” Steve asks breathlessly, his eyes fluttering open to look at him, and Eddie’s eyes are glistening, shining brightly with unshed tears. Steve kisses him.

They stay there for a moment, lips pressed together, Steve’s hands holding Eddie’s face and wrist, Eddie’s fingers still inside him. They’re breathing into each other’ mouths when they part.

“On your back,” Eddie murmurs. “So I can kiss you.”

Steve nods.

They move slowly. Steve mourns the loss of Eddie’s fingers inside him the second they’re gone, but as he moves away from Eddie’s warmth, Eddie reaches for his own dick, stroking it slowly, and Steve melts.

He lays on his back, Eddie’s pillow under his head, and he watches Eddie kneel between his legs. He’s ripping open the foil packet, lips pursed in concentration, and he’s adorable. And beautiful. And everything else Steve can possibly think of.

He’s still breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, and he looks so soft. He looks nothing like Steve.

It made Steve shy at first. How different they are, how beautiful Eddie is.

But Eddie looks at him kindly.

Pets the hair on Steve’s skin, traces his stretch marks like they’re art.

He makes him feel beautiful, too.

Eddie rolls the condom over his dick, reaching for the lube again.

Steve watches helplessly. His cross nestles between his collarbones. They both ignore it.

“Alright?”

Steve nods. Eddie just looks at him, his eyebrows raising a little bit.

“I’m alright,” Steve says, but he chokes on his voice, and his eyes sting. Eddie touches his leg, brushing his thumb over his knee.

“You can change your mind,” he says softly. Steve shakes his head.

“‘M not changing my mind,” he says as firmly as he can. “I just—” He pauses, taking a breath that stutters in his chest, blinking tears out of his eyes. “Feeling a lot. Overwhelmed.”

Eddie leans down and kisses Steve’s knee.

“What do you need?” he asks softly.

Steve swallows.

“I need you inside me.”

Eddie smiles, kissing his knee again.

“Okay.”

He moves closer. Pours some lube on his hand and spreads it over his dick. Touches Steve’s leg.

“Alright?” he checks, one more time.

Steve nods.

“Please.”

Eddie leans over Steve’s body, holding himself up on a hand next to Steve’s shoulder. His other hand is reaching down, guiding himself to press to Steve’s hole.

“Need you to breathe,” he whispers.

Steve nods, inhaling slowly, closing his eyes.

His hands find Eddie’s shoulders. Move up to his neck. Hold him. His legs wrap around Eddie’s hips, their skin pressing, sliding.

“Good,” Eddie breathes when Steve exhales.

He pushes in.

Steve inhales again, biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrows, his back arching. His eyes flutter open to look at Eddie.

He’s looking back, analysing him, studying him. His cheeks are red. His hair is falling around them.

Steve reaches up and pushes it back carefully, holding it out of the way. He nods when Eddie meets his eyes. His hands tighten in Eddie's hair when Eddie’s hips meet his ass, and he lets out a low groan, his eyes rolling back and closing.

Eddie lets out a ragged breath.

“God,” he says roughly. “Fuck.”

Steve nods again, shifting, writhing.

“Does it feel good?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” Eddie says softly, strands of his hair falling from Steve’s hands and brushing his face as Eddie leans down to kiss his forehead tenderly. “You feel so good, so perfect for me.”

Steve whines, tightening his legs.

“Can you— Can you move?”

Eddie hums. He presses their foreheads together. Drops to his forearm, wrapping his other arm around Steve’s waist, tucking into the small of his back. He pulls out slowly and then pushes back in, and Steve’s back arches more, his head pressing into his pillow as he whines.

And he’s never sounded like this before.

He remembers in middle school and high school when his friends would make sex noises like this, just to be funny. Their voices were always high-pitched, like a girl’s, and Steve always hated it.

But that’s exactly what he sounds like now. His voice is weak, shrill, and he sounds like a woman. But he can’t shut himself up, even when he bites his lip. He covers his mouth with a hand, but Eddie reaches up and tugs it away, pushing it into the bed. Their fingers lace, and Steve clings to him, wrapping his other arm around his neck.

Eddie is grunting into Steve’s neck, his voice rough. Steve listens to it, pushing his hand into Eddie’s hair, tightening, pulling.

He pushes back against him, grinding down, and Eddie lets out a moan, nodding.

“That’s it,” he says roughly, breathlessly. “Fuck, ‘s my good boy.”

Steve nods, whining his name. He buries his face in Eddie’s neck, groaning when Eddie releases his hand and reaches down to his thigh, hiking it up his waist and pressing closer, harder. Their chests press together, Steve’s dick trapped between their stomachs, caught in the friction of their bodies moving together.

“Oh, God—”

He wraps his other arm around Eddie’s neck tightly, hugging him, hiding, his voice muffled by Eddie’s neck.

“Baby,” Eddie says breathily. lifting his head. “I’m gonna come.”

Steve nods desperately.

“Me too, me too, I’m so— I’m so close—”

“Come for me, baby,” Eddie says roughly. “Come on, baby boy.”

Steve sobs.

Eddie fucks him through it, soft and gentle, and Steve’s eyes are squeezed so tightly he’s seeing lights on his eyelids, and this might be heaven, he thinks.

He’s panting as he comes down, clinging to Eddie desperately, tears running into his hair, stomach slick with come. Eddie is still, breathing hard, face buried in Steve’s neck, and then he relaxes, his body falling to Steve’s, heavy and hot.

“You came?” Steve asks breathlessly. Eddie nods.

He pushes himself up after a moment. They’re both shaking. Trembling.

Eddie’s cheeks are vivid red. His hair is a wreck, and his eyelashes are wet, and his lips are shining, and Steve is opening his mouth before he can even think. Eddie smiles tiredly before he closes his mouth, pausing. He lowers his head and spits into Steve’s mouth before he kisses him.

Steve hums, sighing. His hands hold Eddie’s shoulders gently, his eyes closed as his breathing slows. Eddie’s nose nudges his.

“Okay?” Eddie breathes.

Steve nods.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna pull out.”

Steve whines weakly, and Eddie laughs, kissing his lips briefly before he pulls out carefully. They both hiss.

“C’mere,” Eddie says softly, pulling Steve’s hand. Steve sits up weakly, letting him pull him up, and Eddie caresses his face tenderly, kissing his forehead. “Sweet boy.”

Steve smiles at him.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Eddie whispers. “Gonna get us some water.”

Steve nods, closing his eyes when Eddie kisses his forehead again.

Eddie leaves and comes back with a tall glass of water and a washcloth. He’s still naked but the condom is gone.

“Drink,” he says, holding the glass to Steve, and Steve takes it. His hands are shaking as he lifts it to his lips slowly, and Eddie reaches back out to help him, guiding the cup carefully. “There you go.”

Steve takes a few sips and then lowers the glass, and Eddie takes it back. He cleans the come off Steve’s stomach and chest. He’s careful, gentle like Steve’s skin might shatter, and Steve’s eyes burn.

He takes a breath, but it stutters in his chest and catches in his throat, and Eddie looks at him, worry painting his face.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks softly. Steve shakes his head, smiling, touching his face and leaning in to touch their foreheads.

“Nothing.”

“Why are you crying?” Eddie whispers, moving to sit in front of him, setting the glass aside. Steve lets out a wet laugh, shaking his head again, and Eddie wipes his tears, tilting his head curiously.

“Thank you,” Steve breathes. “For being so good to me.”

“Baby.”

Steve lifts his gaze. Eddie caresses his face, his own eyes sparkling with tears again. The sweat on Steve’s skin starts to dry, and he shivers. Eddie reaches over to grab a blanket from where it’s been kicked to the edge of the bed, and he swings it in the air to wrap it around Steve. Steve smiles, pulling the corners of the blanket tighter around himself.

Eddie leans in and presses their foreheads together, running his nose along the bridge of Steve’s.

“I’ll always be good to you,” he whispers. “Want you to kill me if I ever stop.”

Steve lets out a tearful laugh, sniffling, nodding. Eddie runs his hands down and then back up his arms over the blanket, warming him up, holding him close.

“You’re my boy,” he says quietly. “My baby. You only deserve good.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut. And he cries.

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Eddie had told him to be in the college library today.

Steve had been planning on being in the library anyway, but it was an odd thing to hear from him. So he came, of course. Sat in his usual spot, head down as he twirls his pen in his hand. He’s been rereading the same sentence over and over, trying to decipher it. It’s not a complicated sentence. Every time his eyes run over it, it’s like the words rearrange themselves, shifting into a different language. He doesn’t get it.

He rubs his face harshly, sighing, closing his eyes for a moment before he tries again.

He’s gotten through two more paragraphs when something touches his head, and he looks up to find Eddie smiling down at him, his hand holding the top of Steve’s head, twisting through his hair and tugging casually. Steve’s expression lightens immediately.

“Hi,” he says lightly.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie says, tugging again, and he tilts his head. “What’s up?”

Steve pauses, noticing Jeff approaching behind Eddie, smiling almost excitedly.

“Just… Just frustrated. ‘S fine.”

Eddie looks at him like he wants to press farther, like he wants Steve to just tell him, but he nods a little bit, tugging his hair one more time.

“Jefferson,” he says formally, turning to Jeff, who immediately rolls his eyes and smacks the back of Eddie’s head lightly.

“So annoying. Hi, Steve.”

“Hi, Jefferson.”

Jeff rolls his eyes again.

“I made the mistake of inviting Eddie to hang out with me while I worked but I forgot what a terrible study partner he is,” he says, resting an arm against Eddie’s shoulder and leaning against him. Eddie’s jaw drops in an offended expression and Steve grins.

“Untrue,” Eddie says. “I’m a fantastic study partner, remember that time I helped you study for biology?”

“You mean when we were seventeen?” Jeff says, looking at him sceptically. “And you kept complaining very loudly that you were bored and biology is a useless subject?”

“Slander. Biology is a very useful subject.”

He sends a faux-subtle wink to Steve, who snorts and shakes his head, looking away, his cheek flushing.

“Alright,” Jeff says dismissively, looking away from Eddie after slapping his head again. “Steve, what are you up to today?”

“Uh,” Steve says, sighing, glancing at his textbook. “Just… Doing my reading. But…” He shrugs.

Jeff seems to see it on him. How tired he is.

“Any chance you’d be willin’ to take this thing off my hands?” Jeff says, nudging Eddie with his elbow. Eddie elbows him back. “So I can actually be productive?”

Steve looks up at Eddie, a smile spreading across his face.

“Sure.”

“Thank God,” Jeff says.

Steve laughs softly as he packs his bag back up, and Eddie tosses an arm around his neck for a moment, knocking their heads together gently in place of a kiss. Jeff watches with a fond smile. He hugs Steve before they leave.

It’s cold outside, but neither of them put their hands in their pockets, because every few steps, their knuckles will brush against each other.

“What’s going on?” Eddie asks as they’re passing by an empty bench. Steve glances at him. They’re walking close together in spite of all the space on the sidewalk. He sighs.

“Uhm.” He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just… every time I open my textbooks or work on my assignments I… I feel like I’m going crazy.” He shrugs again, shaking his head. “I’m just lazy, I just need to actually commit.”

“You’re not lazy, babe,” Eddie says. His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. Steve glances at him. “Steve.”

He reaches out and grabs Steve’s sleeve, pulling him to a stop. Steve looks at him, taking a deep breath. He can see his breath in the air when he exhales. Their eyes meet, and Eddie’s head is tilted forward a little bit, his eyes shining earnestly.

“You’re not lazy,” Eddie says gently. “That’s your parents talking.”

He’s still holding Steve’s sleeve, in lieu of holding his hand. Steve wants to hold his hand.

There aren’t very many people outside because of the cold; a few are around the building smoking or briefly catching up with their friends, but the two of them are far away enough that the others can’t see them clearly.

“Has some truth to it,” Steve mumbles. Eddie tugs on his sleeve.

“No, it doesn't.”

“Well, it’s either that or I’m just stupid, Eddie,” Steve snaps. “Because I can’t fucking read a book for the life of me—”

Eddie tugs his sleeve sharply, and Steve looks at him, gritting his teeth to stop his lip from trembling.

Eddie looks upset. His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips pursed, head tilted. He’s quiet, fist tight on Steve’s sleeve, and then he glances away before he steps a little closer to Steve.

“…Don’t talk about my baby like that,” he says quietly. Steve’s throat tightens.

“Why am I so bad at it?” he asks weakly, his voice breaking. Eddie’s expression softens and he exhales.

“It’s not for everyone,” he says, shrugging. “School’s a system, systems are never all-inclusive.”

Steve huffs, looking away.

“Look,” Eddie says, tugging his sleeve again. “Babe. I took senior year twice. Woulda been three times if Jeff didn’t graduate. ‘Nd I didn’t even bother applying to college, I’m too stupid—”

“You’re not stupid,” Steve interrupts sharply, his voice still shaking.

Eddie tilts his head, a smile teasing his lips, and he raises his eyebrows.

Oh.

Steve rolls his eyes, suppressing a smile, and he looks away. He sees someone’s head over the tall, deal shrubs on the sidewalk, about to round the corner, and he pulls his arm out of Eddie’s grasp, stepping away. The person comes around a moment later.

His eyes linger on Eddie. His expression shifts to something Steve can’t quite read.

He and Eddie are quiet as the guy walks away, his footsteps crunching the thin layer of ice on the sidewalk.

Steve hadn’t noticed himself become used to Eddie. Nothing is weird about him anymore. Nothing is peculiar.

It’s just Eddie.

“That’s different,” Steve says after a few moments.

“It’s only different because my uncle is nothing like your father.”

Steve blinks.

His vision blurs and he looks away, his mouth twisting to stop his lip from quivering.

He’s angry. He hates feeling angry.

Especially when he doesn’t even really know what he’s angry at. It’s ridiculous. He’s not angry at Eddie. Of course he isn’t angry at Eddie. And he’s not even really angry at his father right now.

He’s just angry.

“Stevie,” Eddie says softly after a few moments. Steve looks up at him. The sky is white, cloudy and bright, and Eddie’s hair stands out against it, looks even darker than usual. He’s a little blurry. “You’re not lazy. And you’re not dumb. School just sucks.”

Steve nods, looking away again.

“It sucks.”

“Hey.” Eddie looks around and then takes his sleeve again. “Look at me.”

He does, wiping his cheek quickly. The tear that falls is hot on his skin.

Eddie looks at him for a moment. Gazes at him. Pauses before he speaks.

“You’re not allowed to talk about yourself like that,” he says softly. “Okay?”

Steve is quiet. His eyes look back and forth between Eddie’s for a moment, and then he nods.

“Okay.”

Eddie smiles softly, tilting his head at him fondly before he gestures with a jerk of his chin.

“‘S go to your place,” he says lightly. “You look like you need a kiss.”

Steve smiles, nodding.

“Okay.”

They’re quiet the rest of the walk to Steve’s. Their hands brush together every few steps. And Steve knows he’s right here, touching him, breathing alongside him, and he knows they’re going to the privacy of his dorm room, knows he’s going to get to kiss him in a just a few minutes, but God, he longs for him.

Eddie holds the door open for Steve when they get to his building. Steve ducks under his arm to pass him, and Eddie ruffles his hair playfully.

The door to Steve’s room is just swinging shut when they turn to each other, crashing together. It’s dimmer in his room than it is outside, the bright light from the sky coming through cracks in the curtain, but it’s still bright enough for Steve to see Eddie’s face. Eddie pushes him against the door gently, his head cushioned by the coat hanging there, his backpack hard against his back.

Eddie kisses him again, slow and lingering. Steve hears the door lock.

“Take this off,” Eddie says, tugging at the strap of his backpack, and Steve nods, eyes still closed. He pulls his backpack off as he kisses Eddie again, and he drops it to the floor. It lands with a heavy thud. “Coat.”

Steve nods again, catching his mouth, catching Eddie’s lower lip with his teeth as he takes it off.

Eddie takes his off at the same time, tossing it aside before his hands slide over Steve’s waist gently.

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, letting Eddie lift his leg and slide a hand over his thigh, squeezing.

It all slows down.

Steve’s heart calms down, and his anger fades. He becomes softer with Eddie touching him, sucking on his lip, squeezing his thigh, pressing into the small of his back. He exhales when Eddie pulls away, brushing their noses together.

“You’re smart,” Eddie whispers. Steve half-smiles. “Say it.”

Steve’s eyes squeeze shut. His brows furrow.

Eddie kisses him chastely, teasing.

“Say it. Say ‘I’m smart.’”

Steve takes a shaky breath.

“…I’m smart,” he says quietly, whispering so softly he wonders for a moment if Eddie will make him say it again.

“Say ‘I’m brilliant.’”

Steve suppresses a scoff and a smile, and he nudges their noses together.

“I’m brilliant.”

“Say ‘I’m hard-working.’”

“…I’m hard-working.”

“Say ‘I’m brave,’” Eddie whispers, pulling Steve’s body against his. Steve whines softly.

“I’m brave,” he says breathlessly.

“Say ‘I’m good.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut. His throat tightens, and he swallows, exhaling sharply.

“I’m good,” he says, his voice wavering.

“My good boy,” Eddie murmurs. Steve nods.

“‘M Eddie’s good boy.”

“That’s right, baby,” Eddie breathes, kissing him again. “Come here.”

He pulls at Steve’s thigh, lifting him up, and Steve hugs him around the neck, letting out a weak sob. Eddie lets him cry. He lays Steve on his back and pulls out of his arms to carefully remove his shoes, pulling them off Steve’s feet and setting them on the ground before he toes his own shoes off and crawls to hover over Steve’s body.

He kisses Steve gently, holding his face with one of his hands, cold against Steve’s cheek. Steve sniffles, opening his eyes when Eddie pulls away, wiping one of his tears away before it can reach his hair. Eddie kisses his cheek softly, them his jaw, his ear, the underside of his chin, his throat, his collarbone.

Steve exhales shakily.

“Can I blow you?” Eddie asks, whispering. “Do you want me to?”

Steve keens, his breath catching.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Steve nods, pushing a hand into Eddie’s hair.

“Yes.”

Eddie kisses him again, slowly, leisurely, and then he sits up, gently pulling Steve to sit on the edge of his bed. He tugs on the end of his sweater, and Steve reaches to the hem of it, catching it with his shirt under it, tugging them both up over his head.

Eddie lowers to kneel on the floor between his legs, and he leans in and kisses his chest, just over his heart. He reaches up with a hand and touches his chest, squeezing his pec gently before he rakes his fingers through his chest hair.

“Say ‘I’m kind.’”

Steve closes his eyes and drops his head forward.

“I’m kind,” he says, choking the words out.

Eddie runs his hands over Steve’s waist, over the soft rolls in his flesh, and he peppers soft kisses across his chest until he reaches his nipple, where he pauses, his lips parting so his tongue can tease it. Steve exhales sharply, his mouth falling open. He can feel Eddie watching him, gazing up at him.

“Say ‘I’m beautiful.’”

Steve’s whole body aches. His stomach twists. He looks down at Eddie, who tilts his head, kissing his chest again, his eyes shining, and he looks sad.

“I’m beautiful,” Steve breathes. Eddie smiles, nodding, holding his gaze as he leans in again, closing his lips around Steve’s nipple and sucking, scraping his teeth over his gently. Steve lets out a soft whine, lifting a hand to hold the back of Eddie’s head, fingers twisting into his curls.

Eddie kisses across his chest again, licks over his other nipple before he kisses between his pecs, down his stomach, and then he gently tugs at the button of Steve’s jeans. He lowers so he’s sitting back on his calves, and he looks up at Steve like he’s praying, eyes shining.

“Eddie, please,” Steve breathes, shaking his head.

“Say ‘I’m proud of myself,’” Eddie whispers, ignoring his pleading.

Steve stifles a sob, squeezing his eyes shut and lifting his head toward the ceiling. His shoulders shake. He looks down after a moment when Eddie rests his cheek on his thigh, looking up at him.

“Come on, baby,” he says softly, rubbing a hand slowly and gently over the tent in his jeans. “Say it for me.”

Steve takes a hiccuping breath.

He could safeword out of this. He knows he could. He knows Eddie would stop, would come and sit on the bed next to him and take him into his arms. That he would kiss his face and wipe his tears and tell him he’s a good boy regardless.

Somehow that makes it easier.

“I’m proud of myself.”

He says it so quietly he barely hears it himself, but Eddie sees his lips move, sees him form the words himself. Eddie smiles proudly, rising up and reaching for his face, touching his chin and kissing his lips softly.

“‘S my boy,” he murmurs.

Steve smiles, blinking tears out of his eyes, and Eddie wipes them away, kissing him again before he lowers again. He undoes the button of Steve’s jeans and tugs, gesturing for Steve to lift his hips so they can pull them off. Eddie casts his jeans and underwear aside.

He kisses his thighs. Wraps his arms around them and holds them, sucking bruises into them and biting them, smiling as Steve’s hand finds the top of his head, holding his hair gently.

“Gotta be quiet for me,” Eddie whispers, looking up at him as he noses as the base of Steve’s dick. “Okay?”

Steve nods.

“Okay.”

“Good boy.”

He brings a hand to his mouth and spits in his palm. Reaches for Steve’s dick, strokes it slowly, watching Steve carefully. Steve closes his eyes, biting his lip to silence the weak sound that escapes him. He forces his eyes open to watch as Eddie leans in and licks him slowly, sucks the tip into his mouth, eyes shining.

The room is quiet, except for the soft sounds of Eddie’s mouth on him, for the weak, stifled moans that escape Steve’s throat. He’s pulling Eddie’s hair with one of his hands, tugging it absently, pulling hums from Eddie’s throat.

Steve falls forward when Eddie lifts a hand and touches his balls, carefully squeezing. A sound escapes him, and he claps a hand over his mouth. Eddie somehow smiles around his dick, and Steve giggles weakly.

Eddie closes his eyes after a moment, relaxing between Steve’s legs, touching him tenderly, reverently, and Steve is breathing hard, the tear tracks on his face drying. He looks up, lightheaded, running a hand through Eddie’s hair carefully.

His vision is blurry, but his eyes catch on the crucifix on the shelf.

It’s up a little higher than it used to be. He moved it a few weeks ago.

His eyes get stuck on it as Eddie’s head bobs up and down, as his hand squeezes Steve’s balls and his thigh, as a filthy sound fills the air. It stares back at him. Challenging him. Taunting him. Waiting.

He closes his eyes.

Whispers Eddie’s name.

And he comes.

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[bittersweetastoria]

First prompt request! How about something like Rhea x reader but Dominik keeps flirting with reader which makes Rhea over the top jealous which then ensues hardcore smut of course.

Warnings; Jealousy, Almost fight, and a bit of smut to top it off.

“Dom, Seriously. Stop.” You speak up, sighing softly as you lean against the wall to wait. All of judgement day was due out for a segment shortly, but presently it was you and Dominik standing around in the hall waiting on the other three. You were still new to the team and way too clueless, honestly it did show sometimes much to Damien and Finn’s dismays. Rhea was working with you on it though. That was why you two had gotten so close. Even closer than you’d been before hand, which you hadn’t thought possible. But even still, you two were far from where you wished to be. Rhea was very, keep at arms reach when it came to you. In your mind, it felt very.. I don’t want you, but I don’t want anyone else to have you either. That drove you mad, but honestly.. You’d rather that than have anyone else. Despite other people’s trying and advances. Most people usually didn’t do it around Rhea, because it was very obvious something was going on between you two. But there was one soul, close to both of you, who was just dumb enough to flirt where Rhea could see - and react.

Scrolling through your phone, smiling at posts from some Judgement Day fan accounts.. Even a few fan accounts of Rhea’s that you happened to grace. These people were talented.. You had to give them props for that. “Y/N, Come on. Just one movie. No harm in it.” Dom spoke up again, breaking you from your happy bubble of scrolling Instagram. You look up, to find he was now a whole lot closer and doing his best to charm you. Poor thing still couldn’t get it through his head that you were so not interested, and honestly.. Still saw him as that kid Rey and Eddie fought over when you were both young. He didn’t stand a single .001 of a chance with you, even if Rhea wasn’t the sole being you were interested in. “Dom, I am not going out with y-“ Before you could finish your words, you notice his facial expression had changed and he’d moved away suddenly. You follow his eyes, to find the rest of Judgement Day standing there. Door still open cause Finn hadn’t made it out after the other two fully yet. But that wasn’t what your eyes focused on. No. They focused on Rhea’s face. You couldn’t quite place what that expression was. Your brain shifted through ideas but nothing fit. You’d never seen that look on her face before. What you’d missed, was Damien’s arm held out to hold her back. Cause it was then, they called you guys for the Judgement Days segment.

By the time the segment was over, everyone was more than ready to head back to the dressing room and chill till Damien’s match. All but for Rhea that was. Usually she was all about the bonding time with her best friend and helping him get ready. But something was off. You could all feel it. Seemed only her best friend knew what was up, and acted accordingly. The rest of you were in the dark. “Hey guys, I’ll catch up later.” You called out to the boys, your eyes only shifting from the other females retreating figure for a moment to see Damian nod and push the other two clueless ones into the dressing room. Quickly you turned on your heel and began running after her. Took some time, but eventually you found where she’d turned the corner and ended up finding her sitting on one of black cases sitting around with her head in her hands. You wanted to reach out for her. But out of fear she may think it’s someone else and flip out, you kept your hands to yourself and crept closer. “Rhea..” You speak softly, stopping just before the box she sat upon. Your hands laced together nervously before you, as they always did when you were nervous or unsure. “Not now, y/n. Go back to the boys, I’ll be there in a minute.” Without even meaning to, your expression changed to a pout as you nodded and turned to walk away. Behind your back, you never saw her falter just because of it.

"Everything a'right?" Finn asked as you walked back in, plopping down on the couch with a heavy sigh. You simply shrugged, looking around. "Where's the other two?" You spoke up curiously, picking your phone up to start going through it again. Nothing better to do, lead to pointless scrolling. "D & D are sparing, lil warm up for Damo's match." Finn explained, grabbing his water and drinking it before turning back to the monitor watching the match currently happening out in the ring. You lost yourself in your scrolling, cause next thing you knew the boys were back. Your eyes scanned the room, expecting Rhea to be back too. She'd said a minute. But you knew better. That pull she had on you, wasn't present. That was a tell in and of itself. Licking your dry lips, you shift uncomfortably toward the arm of the couch when Dom's sweaty body dropped damn near on yours. "Oh come on." Dom started, clearly both amused and offended by your moving. "Just a little sweat, We all know you're no stranger to it." He commented, a smirk playing at his lips that screamed double meaning. You opened your mouth to say something, anything. But before you could form a single syllable, a hand was on your arm pulling you up and away from him. "ENOUGH, You hear me? Enough!" Rhea growled at her precious Dom Dom, having had enough of him flirting with her girl. Yes, Her girl. She wasn't willing to share you. That idea had you damn near giddy, both being her girl and only hers.. AHH. It was hard to contain yourself, but somehow you did.

Moving behind the taller woman at her urgency to, your wide eyes watch as Dominik stood and she walked up to him. Face to face. Pure tension. "Whats the matter, mami? Afraid I might actually steal your girl?" Before he could say another word, she shoved him back onto the couch and toward over him. That look on her face.. Wasn't a good one at all. Would she actually hurt him over you? You were actually worried she might. The other guys must've been as well, cause Damien came over between them quickly and got her away from him so Finn could usher him away to safety. "Chica abajo. Down." Damien spoke, his hands on his best friends shoulders to keep her still while they walked out. Once they were out the door, you dared to move closer to them. Into her view. Instantly, she relaxed and Damien let go of her. "A'right, I got a match to do.." He began, stepping out from between you two. Instantly, Rhea had her arm around you. You relaxed instantly, leaning into her muscular frame. "Good luck, Dami." You spoke up, Rhea squeezed you lightly - as if to remind you she was there. "Yeah, Good luck mate. Sorry bout.. that." She motioned back to the couch, look of guilt on her face. Damien laughed, shaking his head as he got his trench and put it on. "Don't worry about it.. Boy had it coming. Now claim your damn girl so we can get back to normal around here." He commented on his way out the door, shooting you both a playful wink with his signature smirk.

As he shut the door, your cheeks turned bright pink. Did he just tell you both to.. Oh god, he had! He seriously offered up the Judgement Days dressing room, for you two to have sex. My god. Turning yourself slightly, you buried your face in her chest. "Y/n?" She called your name, her hands running along your sides until they found your hips. She took hold there, pulling you back slightly until you looked up at her. "You know you're mine, right? Mine and Mine alone." Rhea spoke, that tone sent shivers down your spine. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking. "I'd burn this whole world down for you if I had to. I thought all the guys knew that.. Maybe Damien didn't tell them, but they should've known. Dominik should've known what would happen.." She trailed off, caressing your cheek before tilting your head up so she could press a kiss to your lips. That one little kiss unlocked something in you though.. Your arms wound around her neck, pressing yourself against her as you pulled her in for another kiss, one your lips wouldn't cease until you needed air. "About time you claimed me." You quipped playfully, gazing up into her gorgeous eyes that then twinkled as she laughed. "Oh baby girl, I haven't claimed you properly yet.." She teased, her hands cupping your ass squeezed lightly before picking you up. Instinctively, Your legs wound around her waist as her lips found yours once again. She moved you both to the couch, playfully tossing you onto it - knowing you could handle it from past experiences, both in ring and life.

You giggled, trying to sit up but she pushed you back down. "Nope, Down missy." She commanded, causing you to pause instantly. Pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips teasingly, Rhea took your hands in hers and pinned them above your head as she kissed along your neck. The little noises you made, only spurred her to continue down your collarbone onto your chest where she kissed each of your breasts as she unclothed them from your gear. "So gorgeous." She commented softly, moving down your body again - kissing and nipping along your stomach then right past where you wanted her most - to kiss your thick thighs. You clenched them, causing her to correct you again. "Nah uh uh, Keep them pretty legs apart baby girl. How else will Mami get to your golden nectar?" She asked as if it was the easiest question in the world. You blushed hard, trying to hide in your hair but failing since you couldn't move it. Rhea smirked, coming up to cup your cheek and glide her thumb over the redness. "Don't hide from me. Never hide from me, okay, y/n?" She asked, her tone switched to something so sweet when she did.. It made you fall even harder for her. "I won't, I promise." You speak up, kissing her thumb when it met your lips. She leaned down, you two kissed as her free hand trailed down to your core. Where you were already wet, and it could almost be felt through your gear. Rhea smirked into the kiss, nipping at your tongue that begged for entrance as she slid your gear aside and slipped her fingers into your heated core easily.

Instantly you gasped against her lips, giving up the battle of trying to get into her mouth in an instant. Hovering over you, She watched in amazement as your face morphed from the shock to pleasure so so easily as she continued finger fucking you until you were a purring and whimpering mess beneath her. "That's my girl, look at how gorgeous you are." She encouraged, slipping her fingers out unexpectedly causing you to whine out loud. "I'm sorry lovely, but Mami needs to taste you." She explained, pulling her digits soaked in your juices to her lips and sucking on them. She hummed, closing her eyes as she enjoyed it. Admittedly, It turned you on even more to see her do it. Once she took them from her mouth, she leaned in and kissed you hard - you could feel her lips curl into a smirk right before her hand smacked your wetness causing you to jump and yelp. She laughed, kissing you once again. "Sorry baby, I couldn't resist. No more playing, I promise. So long as you promise not to hold back like you usually do.. I want this whole locker room to know who you belong to. Understood? No more misunderstandings." You nodded, your cheeks heating again at the idea of the whole locker room hearing you scream for her.. Hearing you cum for your Mami. But god, it was so hot too.. "Mami?" You speak up softly, your hand playing with her shirt now that you had your hands free. "Yes baby girl?" She answered, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Make me scream." With that said, she laughed as she pulled back and all too happily slid in between your legs. Her hands parting your thighs, as her head found home right where the ache screamed for her.

Didn't take long at all, before you were screaming for her over and over again as you came - hard. By the time you came around from your high, your eyes peeked open to find her digging in some bag on the floor. Trying to even your breathing, you kneed her playfully. "Am I claimed now, mami?" You asked playfully, sitting up slightly just to untug your hair from under you where it was now pulling. You'd probably sat on it when you arched. "Not quite yet baby girl. You will be after this though.." Rhea trailed off, in her hand was a strap she'd tapped to her chin. It was big.. But the idea of her actually fucking you? Had you ready to go all over again. "Strip, Now." She demanded, helping you up as she wondered out of the room. You peeled your soiled gear off, playfully tossing it where she vanished to. Shaking your hair out, you bit your lip and stood there waiting since she hadn't given more instructions. When she came back, she was strapped in with just her briefs on under the strap and her sports bra on - which you pouted about instantly. "Mami, That's not fair. You get my titties, I should get yours." She laughed, pulling your face to hers to kiss you before turning and sitting on the couch. "Go on then, take it off. Then come ride Mami. It's high time I claim my girl the proper way.. Show her what it'll really be like from here on out." You smirk happily walking over, fingers digging under the fabric before pulling it up and over her head.

Rhea shook her head, her hair messy from before fell into her eyes now as she gazed up at you. You couldn't help but to gaze back, stroking her cheeks once you dropped her bra to the floor by your feet. "Should we do this? The guys.." You stammered out, wanting her so bad still but you didn't want the guys walking in. "I texted them, they're not allowed back until I say so." She butted in just to ease your worries, her hands sliding to your ass and pulling you to her as she kneaded the flesh of your ass. Without another word, you happily moved to her lap and sunk onto the strap she'd already lubed up. Once it was fully swallowed up by your cunt, she playfully bucked up into you causing you to scream slightly from surprise. You slapped her chest once you could breathe, which unlocked something in her.. Cause next thing you knew, you were on your back again and she was fucking you quicker by the moment as the squish sounds filled the room with each thrust proving you were ready for her. "M-Mami!" You screamed, your hands clutching her ass - digging under her briefs to her skin, surely leaving marks as your legs locked around her. She picked you up after another thrust, pressing you against the wall hard before bucking up into you even harder than before. Her lips ravaging the skin of your neck and shoulders as she did. You'll be marked in so many ways.. You clung tighter to her entirely at the sheer thought.

That all too familiar coil in your stomach was tight, oh so tight. You knew you wouldn't hold out much longer, but by god you were enjoying this. If this was what being her girl, officially, was like - you were even sadder than you had been that it took so long to get here. Cause oh my god, this was out of this world amazing. Biting your shoulder, Rhea grunted as you moaned. "God baby.. I'm.." Your lips curled knowing what she was trying to say, clenching your thighs around her tighter your pussy hugged the strap tighter with each time it pushed in making it's exit harder. Nails biting into the flesh of the dark haired womans shoulders, you pressed your chest hard against hers. "Yes, Mami.. Oh! Yes!! Yes!!" You moaned as she rammed you into the wall over and over, your words sparing her on more and more. Your breasts, slapping into hers with each thrust into your tight little core. "That's it, cum for mami baby girl." She cooed in your ear, ramming extra hard once more - sending you right over the edge of ecstasy. "MAMI! FUCK!" You screamed as you fell over the edge, your whole body locking onto hers as you rode out the wave of your orgasm. Rhea held you tightly the whole time, strap buried in your sensitive cunt even still as your breathing evened out and you slowly let go. She still held you, almost protectively. Ever so slowly, pulling out of your wet cunt with a pop. That you blushed at, and she chuckled before kissing you. "Now," She began, tilting your head towards hers with one hand while the other arm easily held you up. "You've officially been claimed. You're all mine." You couldn't help the tiny squeal you let out, as your lips crashed into hers.

[nicolefirekitty]

fanart of one of my favorite fanfictions "The Tie that Binds" (or as my mind has it filed as: "evil ventus and evil terra gaslight aqua") by @arcawolf

i love all of the story, but the way it ends is my favorite because it's such an emotional scene as well as a bit on the morbid side like "holy shit what did they do" especially because of the pov chosen

i realize making a meme about it doesn't really convey how much i love it, but yeah oh well

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Lads, my best friend found my Ao3 and she rang me just to tell me she’d found it 😂

Me: “How did you know it was mine!?”

Friend: “I’d know your writing style anywhere, bitch, we’ve been writing for years!”

Me: “True”

Friend: “Plus- Sokka? Come on, that’s been a nickname since you were twelve”

Me: “Also true!”

Friend: “Wait…YOU wrote Once Upon A December!?”

Me: “How do you even know about it!?”

Friend: “My boyfriend was obsessed with it!”

Me: “Oh! Haha, tell him I said hi”

[smolvenger]

i know u have been feeling stressed and hopefully this might make u feel better but for a request steve rogers x reader and theyre on their honeymoon

Hi there nonny!!!

Awww, I love that! Steve is the sweetest cinnamon roll so of course we have to write it!!!! This is so sweet, I have to!!! I hope you like it and it's accurate enough, it's my first time writing for him!

No warnings, just tooth rotting fluff!

Honeymooning with America's Ass, Steve Rogers, would include...

Poor boy has never flown before so you have to arrange the details. Once you are packed up and ready to go, he is fascinated by a modern airport. You have to hold his hand so he doesn't get lose because he likes looking in all the shops and different restaurants!

You finally get in and he gets nervous when the plane takes off so you laugh and hug him. You go "darling...you fought Red Skull, but a plane going up makes you scared?!" teasingly and kiss his cheek.

It's a long flight so you show him how to watch movies and play games on the little device thingies that are on airplens and he stays awake the whole time playing on it.

So then you guys...spend the honeymoon in ITALY!!!!

You go around to see such tall, ancient buildings. Far more ancient than Mr. Brooklyn has ever dreamt. At one point, the tour guide calls this building young since it was built in 1673 and he just stares dumbfounded!

But Steve would pick up Italian quickly. He likes calling you Italian terms of endearment like "mia/o carino/a" or "mia/o angelo/a" to make you smile.

Of course, he has to start the day by cuddling you! Though he is too excited to get up and can only take so much cuddling- like an excited puppy!

He remembers enjoying Italian places in Brooklyn when his mom and he would go to celebrate something. So he loves trying Italian cuisine. Telling you stories about his mother- and about how much she would have loved you.

He always holds your gelato like a gentleman <3 As tempted as he is, he never takes a bite of yours, he wants his new spouse to enjoy them.

However, at one point, a pickpocket creeps by you and grabs your wallet. You let out a shout and gasp as he breaks into a run.

Boy did that asshole make a mistake considering your supersoldier hubby.

Steve just fucking BOOKS IT. The pickpocket turns around and gasps. He tries to run, but Steve gets closer to him in a few steps and decks the guy until he falls easily, kicking him until he's flying like a soccer ball through the air. He then grabs your wallet throws the pickpocket to the cobbled ground and returns your wallet.

You go to all sorts of incredible art museums. Steve himself loves to doodle and when you take sitting breaks, he tries to make little copies of them. You put his hand gently over his and lean into his cheek as he does, holding his free hand.

Of course, since a lot of Italian people tend to have darker hair, they make huge eyes at his blonde locks. Some even try to flirt with him, but he quickly pushes them aside to give you a hug or flash them the new wedding band, assuring you with small kisses. There are smiles and looks of jealousy- the incredibly handsome blonde man is your husband and yours alone, as you are his.

He talks to and befriends everyone. Old ladies in cathedrals praying and kissing their crucifix necklaces. Children running around streets and jumping sunburnt into the sea. Fellow tourists in wide hats and billowy shirts. Chefs of mom-and-pop shops with rosy cheeks and loud, boisterous voices and stories in every dish.

It only makes you love him more.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Hoping you are feeling a little better today than you have been recently! Seizures are so tiring to experience to say the least, hopefully those lovely side effects you mentioned in another ask are subsiding/you are gaining your energy back <3 sending all the positive vibes that you will recover soon

tysm my sweet ❤️😭 i'm actually starting to write (in my head) again which is such a positive sign! i haven't been able to string words together in weeks but little trickles of creativity have been oozing into my brain and i may actually be able to get this project done BEFORE S2 comes out *childlike joy*

does anyone have the dates for that, btw? bc i'm running on the first announcement of "sometime in early 2025". pls confirm 🙈

truly, lovely, i appreciate you checking in on me so much ❤️ it makes me hopeful and optimistic and motivated and all the good things 😭😭😭

big fluffy bear hugs, babes 🐻

October Sun