#i just really love the way she tenderly runs her hand down his neck i just think it's really cute and sweet okay

[yandere-wishes]

Hi!! Just wanted to say May I request Yandere Capitano with a reader that’s like “omg you love me? No worries girl I love you too🤭” and doesnt mind his yandere tencedies? she is like really chill!

̩̩͙❆ Anon I tried to answer your ask as best I could but totally forgot about the reader being chill part and kinda made her a bit crazy. I LOVE it when the reader is also unhinged, There's something so delicious about crazy intercepting crazy.

̩̩͙❆ I wrote something similar here: Ice on Ice

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̩̩͙❆ He's salt in the wound. a delicious itch that slithers beneath the skin and nips tenderly at your veins.  

̩̩͙❆ You try to shy away from his kisses, to fear the metal and frost. But instead, you get lost in his scars, fresh and old, raw and weathered. Your fingers trace his jagged lines, nails picking at the cicatrix pealing away the eschar. He only pulls your hand to his lips laying fervent kisses across the palm.

̩̩͙❆ Capitano runs his lips along your neck, inhaling your scent as you revel in his metallic touch. "You should be scared" he chuckles, "Most damsels fear the knight, fear things that are wartorn." His breath hitches, teeth digging into soft skin leaving kisses and claims. Your only reply is a wanton moan.

̩̩͙❆ Somewhere behind you, a body writhes with a final breath before going limp.

̩̩͙❆ Capitano likes to play the role of the vigilante knight. Fine. You'll play the role of the sweet damsel, the valiant darling. You let him kiss you like he's trying to kill, like he's trying to preserve. Wartorn things are not known to be gentle. You appreciate the fact that at least he tries.

̩̩͙❆ You'll kiss him goodbye at the door while hiding sadak knives behind your back. His lips bruise yours, teeth biting your lips raw marveling at the sweet taste of your crimson essence. He doesn't want to go, doesn't want to spend a moment apart from you. But he must obey his queen, he must follow the frozen path. You wait until his silhouette disappears into the immortal snow before turning away and closing the glacier door.

̩̩͙❆ Knights and spies. Swords and Knives. Killers and killers. All of it just sounds like 'lovers' to your jejune ears. Maybe it's the eternal cold that sets into people's hearts, maybe it's the human nature to kill first and question later. Regardless you've come to learn that your lover has many enemies staggering around Snezhnaya. People who wish to see Capitano's helmet resting by a marble tomb.

̩̩͙❆ You extinguish those who plot against him, those who scheme in shadows against the crown. There are none foolish enough to attack him outright. But they prepare his demise in the dark, a hundred arrows pointed at his back. Posion-laced cocktails served at a mandatory banquet. You've learned to hide amongst the shrouds, to leave nothing behind but fatal wounds that won't stop bleeding. You've learned to protect what's yours...

̩̩͙❆ Oh, sweet darling, protector of the knight.

̩̩͙❆ His returns are becoming all too sweet, you can't remember when you started awaiting him at the door, heart in your hands, dying for a cold kiss from a cold man.

̩̩͙❆ You jump into his arms once he opens the doors, Capitano laughs twirling you as he muses over how much he's missed you. You push up his helmet eagerly devouring his lips as he squeezes your body closer relishing in your sweet scent and the fullness of your fragile body beneath his steel fingers.

̩̩͙❆ "Tell me how you slayed them. Tell me about the gore and the way the sun reflects off your red-marred sword" Capitano spears no details, sweet intimidation tactic to keep you in line. Carnage drips from each word, as you peel away his armor, kissing every new piece of revealed skin. Running your tongue inside his fresh scars. You straddle his lap working nimble fingers under his armor pulling away the iron and letting it clank against the floor.

̩̩͙❆ You push him down roughly onto the bed, enjoying the way he hisses and squirms from his broken bones and wounds pushed open. You love him like this bruised, bones still unmended, scars still gushing out blood. You run your fingers over his biceps as he begins to lay kisses across your neck. Fingers sinking deeper into the plush of your thighs.

̩̩͙❆ You paint scars upon his back as his lips peck and bite your hips and chest. Teeth pulling your flesh as he glides his fingers across your spine, enjoying the view of you writhing and moaning under his icy touch.

̩̩͙❆ "I love you" he whispers, a forbidden prayer. Delineating the shell of your ear with his lips. "I shall burn the world for you, my lady, kill any who try to pry you away from me" You cuddle closer never able to fully repeat his words. 'I love you' you long to say, instead you settle for sinking your teeth into the flesh over his heart, and biting until his blood floods your mouth.

̩̩͙❆ I love you, I love you, I love you...

[saphiccarma]

Hi! If you are taking requests, what about Agatha Harkness x wife reader? Where Agatha returns to the home exhausted after a day pretending to be Agnes. So reader prepares her a relaxing bath and things escalate ✨SMUT✨

- Just Relax

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary - Agatha's exhausted from spending all day pretending to be Agnes and you know a couple ways to help her relax

Warnings: sub Agatha (ish? but not really cuz there's no sub/dom dynamics), fingering, nipple play, neck kissing, bath sex

A/N: y'all i'm going through a massive writers block right now T-T. it came out of nowhere and this was my attempt to get out of it so I apologise if it's bad

You sit on the couch, a book between your hands with old, worn pages, as you read. It was a book that you technically shouldn't have since it didn't exist in the current time period, at least according to Maximoff's weird sitcom, but after some persuading Agatha let you keep it. It was the least she could do after dragging you into this crazy hex that you wanted nothing to do with. But when Agatha had brought the idea up with that pretty smile of hers and a wicked gleam in her eyes, you had to agree.

You played the perfect image of a little housewife, remaining at home and keeping the house tidy while Agatha 'worked'. She adored the short skirts you would wear and sometimes the tight shirts, enjoying the way your front would be covered in water sometimes after doing dishes or washing something outside. Agatha loved to tease you, her eyes flickering up and down your body, tracing over the bare skin that was revealed by your skirt, and over your curves.

The front door clicked open, and your head glanced up. You scrambled off the couch, setting your book down before gliding across the floors in your socks that were not from this time, and skidding to a stop in front of Agatha. She looked exhausted, and to anyone else they would think she was pissed. Based on the firm set of her lips, the tightness in her shoulders, her brows furrowed together, and her eyes hooded with frustration. But she was really just tired.

Her eyes land on you and they brighten a little bit as you smile, wrapping your arms around her neck. Tenderly, you press a kiss to her lips, pouring love and care into the touch. Agatha sighed into your lips, her shoulders loosening beneath your touch and her arms curling around your waist gently.

You played with the stray hairs that dangled at the back of her neck, "Hi gorgeous," you whisper, foreheads resting together, "You look tired."

"No shit," Agatha scoffs, her hands squeezing your hips lightly. Her breath is warm as it fans against your face, tickling your skin, and her perfume wraps around you like a warm embrace, pulling you in. Despite her blunt words, she looked at you in pure adoration, a look that wasn't often associated with the witch-killer.

"What if I go prep a bath?" you mumble, pecking her lips, "Let you rest a little, yeah? And maybe if you're up for it a little fun?"

Her eyes sparkle at your words, "Sure sweetheart," she slaps your ass, "Go get that bath ready, I'm gonna get something to eat."

You grin up at her, squeaking at the sudden movement before scurrying up the stairs. Her footsteps echo heavily behind you as she heads to the kitchen. The bathroom sits in the corner of your bedroom with the tub fitting snugly inside. Turning the nobs, you get the water running, making sure it's nice and warm, you undress, knowing more ways than one to help Agatha relax. It's minutes later that Agatha walks in just as the bathtub is right about full and she raises a brow at you.

"I thought I was the one taking a bath?" she questioned, but a smirk played on her lips, "Not that I don't mind.

"Though I could help," you shrug, turning the water off before moving towards Agatha. You grab the hem of her shirt and gently tug it over her head, before slowly unclasping her bra, admiring the sight before you. Tugging her pants and panties down next, you’re practically drooling, and based on Agatha's small chuckle she can tell. Guiding her towards the bath, you lowered her in before sitting behind her.

Her back presses up against your breasts and your legs bracket her in. You run your hands down her sides teasingly, trailing along her curves and to her thighs, enjoying the way her breath hitches. Before she can reprimand you for it, you grab a cup and scoop up some water, pouring it over her head. Agatha sighs as the water trails over her, and you begin to lather shampoo into her scalp, nails lightly scratching. She hums in content, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to slowly clean her up.

You rinse her hair before applying conditioner. Your hands run over her body again as you clean her with a loofa, one hand doing that while the other teases her thighs, drawing the slightest hitch in her breath whenever you got close to her core, before trailing back down. Her hair was silky smooth as you rinsed out the conditioner, gently dumping water on her head a few times. Dipping your head down once you've finished, you press your lips to her neck.

Agatha sighed in content, her head falling to land on your shoulder, while you fluttered your lips over her skin. Your hands traced small patterns onto the inside of her thighs, silently teasing her without it being obvious. Slowly, your fingers swipe shallowly through her folds, just barely when you bite down on her neck. She lets out a shaky breath and her hands clamp down on your legs.

"Y/N," she warns lowly, your name falling off her lips, but you aren't deterred. You can feel the way she relaxes into with every passing second, all her muscles untensing and her brain unwinding from a day of pretending to be someone she's not. Your fingertips pressed against her clit, softly at first, but when she gave no reaction, you pushed a bit harder. You could see her bite her lower lip and you licked against her neck lightly.

"Let me help you." your voice is a low murmur against her neck, dark and filled with lust as your other hand comes up to her breast. Delicately, you swiped your thumb over her nipple, the peak already stiff in the water, "Relax."

If she wasn't in the water, you know she would be absolutely drenched from the way your fingers twisted her clit between their pads. You toyed with her breasts and clit for a moment, letting her get worked up. When she let out a low growl, you chuckled softly against her neck, pausing in your open-mouthed kiss along her neck, and poke at her entrance. Slowly, you plunged your digits in, her spongy walls clenching around you.

Lips pressing all over the bare skin of her neck, you nibbled on the soft spot just below her ear as you languidly pumped in and out. The bath water was cooling around you, but you hardly cared, intent on helping your wife relax from an exhausting day of pretending. "I love you," you whisper against her neck, biting down softly as your fingers curl against that special spot in her cunt. She lets out the smallest of whines, which is a huge victory for you, and it spurs you on.

Picking up the pace your fingers begin to hammer into her, thumb hitting her clit harshly. Her nipple was twisted between your fingertips as you continued your restless assault on her neck. Her body twitched beneath you, ripples flowing through the water with every little movement. Your fingers twisted and scissored inside of her, lips nibbling and nipple being twisted between your fingers. Agatha began to come undone with every passing second, her sounds becoming louder and breathier.

"Y/N," your name was a breathless plea on her lips, a rare moment of vulnerability for her. Her hands grasped at your wrists, pushing your hand further into her core as she started to squirm. You began to pound into her harshly, obeying her silent command to give her more. Her thighs started quivering and her breathing became more ragged, eyes squeezing shut. "Please," she whined quietly, hardly audible.

You smirked into her neck, pressing just right against her clit and splitting your fingers enough that had her coming apart, moaning your name. Her body shuddered against you as your lips tickled her neck lightly and thumb swirled over her sensitive numb slowly.

As she came down from her high you pulled out, placing a tender kiss to her jaw, "More relaxed now?"

"Yes," she sighed, turning to pull you into a harsh kiss. Her tongue explored the warm cavern of your mouth passionately, lips melding to yours, "So much more relaxed."

[mawrmyy]

Gold Dust Woman || Rupert Campbell-Black x Taggie O'Hara

wc: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni !! this is basically just porn but they're so in love, oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up y'all!!), nicknames (Angel, Sweetheart), Rupert is WHIPPED

a/n: HI!! this is my first time publishing something in forever, and my first time EVER publishing something like this!! I'm trying not to be nervous about how well this does because honestly I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy <3

link to this work on ao3

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“I can’t breathe without you,” Is what he’d told her, before kissing her until the both of them were breathless. 

One hand around her waist, resting on her hip bone, while the other cups the back of her head tenderly. He’s licking into her mouth, a kiss that is all teeth and tongue and every ounce of desire that has piled up throughout these long months of watching from afar. 

Rupert is a bad man. He knows it. He’d promised Declan that he wouldn’t touch Taggie, and at the time he really did plan to keep that promise. 

But Christ, Taggie, with her copper hair and her golden freckles, with the loveliest goddamn smile he’s ever seen. Who’s lips he just found out taste like cherries and sunshine and yeah, he’s fucked. Absolutely, irrevocably fucked.

She’s the first to break away, gasping for air. Rupert rests his forehead against hers, praying she doesn’t notice the slight tremble in his hands where they rest upon her body. 

“Come over,” he whispers against her lips. “When the party’s over, I mean. If you’d like.” He can see a flash of hesitation in Taggie’s eyes, but just as quickly as it came, it’s replaced with something else, something deliciously sinful. 

“Okay,” She tells him with a soft smile on her kiss-bruised lips. Rupert huffs out a relieved laugh before ducking down to kiss her once again, this time slower and sweeter, savoring the taste of her on his lips.

There are footsteps nearby, faint voices growing louder, and Taggie jumps away from him, straightening out her blue dress. He immediately misses the warmth of her in his hands, the way her body felt beneath his fingertips, internally cursing the bastards who dare disrupt this moment. He clears his throat, trying to act as natural as possible, picking up a bottle of wine from the table and reading the list of ingredients. 

Taggie washes her hands in the kitchen sink, splashing cold water on her face and steadying herself against the marble counter.

Charles walks into the kitchen with Caitlin beside him, talking about God knows what. They stop rambling when they notice Rupert and Taggie’s decidedly unnatural stances.

“We were just–” Caitlin says after an uncomfortably long pause, bursting into a fit of giggles before she can finish her sentence. 

“Just grabbing a glass of water!” Charles finishes for her, barely keeping his composure as a smile threatens to break out on his lips. Caitlin gives her sister a double thumbs-up before her and Charles run out of the kitchen, laughing loudly. 

Taggie is looking down at her hands when Rupert glances back at her. He can make out the bright red flush of her cheeks, her eyes wide with embarrassment. He can’t help but smile to himself at the sight of her– the way she’s practically glowing under the warm yellow fluorescents, how she looks like the sun itself. 

He comes to stand behind her, hands finding her waist once again like a moth to flame. His fingers move to brush her hair to one side and he presses his lips to the back of her neck, lingering there for a long moment before whispering into her skin.

“I’ll be waiting, Angel,” he says, before disappearing back into the crowd in the other room. 

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He’s a bad man, is what Rupert thinks to himself as he paces around his sitting room, mindlessly biting his thumb. Of course Taggie wouldn’t come. What was he thinking to himself, asking that of her? She must’ve come to her senses. After all, he’s rotten, tainted, old. Old enough to be her father. Christ, he’s a bloody idiot.

A knock at the door shakes Rupert from his thoughts. He rushes towards it, swinging it open quickly. The second he sees her standing under the doorframe his heart warms, all of those dreadful thoughts he’d had just a moment before dissolving immediately. 

“I’m so sorry,” Taggie apologizes breathlessly. “Daddy drank too much and insisted he wasn’t tired, he just wouldn’t go to sleep. And Caitlin, she kept nagging me, asking where I was going and I just couldn’t get her to stop,” She keeps yammering, and Rupert just smiles, eyes scanning her face, her freckles, her lips. 

“Taggie–” He tries to interrupt, but she keeps blabbering out apologies. Saying something about having to clean the kitchen. His smile grows wider, fonder, on his lips. 

“Tag.” Rupert says, firmer this time. She finally pauses, catching her breath and looking up at him. “It’s alright,” He assures her softly, before cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand. She melts against him, nestling into his warm skin. 

They stay like that for a moment, gazing into the other’s eyes, relishing this fleeting feeling for as long as they can.

Taggie is the first to lean in, tilting her face up and rising to her tiptoes. Rupert catches her lips with his, kissing her softly. She tastes so sweet, like citrus fruit and everything he’s ever wanted. 

The kiss is gentle and tender and it’s not enough. Taggie’s fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer to her. His hands greedily roam all over her body— neck, chest, back, hips, arse. She’s still wearing the same blue dress she wore at the party, and Rupert feels absolutely feral, gripping the back of her thighs hungrily.

He drinks her down like smooth whiskey. He can’t seem to get enough.

Taggie breaks away from him for just a moment.

“Bedroom,” She gasps out breathlessly, before wasting no time and kissing him again. The two of them scramble to his room, laughing into the other’s mouth at every item of furniture that they knock down on their way there. 

Rupert pauses when they reach the doorway, taking the time to kiss her properly, devouring her like a man starved. Still, there’s something sweet about it, how he takes her bottom lip between his teeth, the curl of her fingers on the nape of his neck. 

With a surge of confidence, Taggie unbuttons and shucks Rupert’s trousers and pants down, planting her hands on his chest and guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. She blushes furiously as she toys with the buttons of his shirt, her lovely fingers trembling just slightly. He smiles fondly at her, and she smiles back nervously. 

A single, reckless thought crosses his mind—

Mine.

Taggie pushes Rupert’s shirt over his shoulders, fingers tracing over the defined muscles of his upper back. He melts like butter in her hands, letting her mould him to her liking. 

With Taggie standing between his thighs and his clothes discarded somewhere on the tiled flooring, he hesitantly runs the pads of his fingers over the line of her collar bone, following its trail to the sleeves of her dress. He looks at her, waiting for approval. The decisive nod of her head is all the confirmation he needs before slipping her dress down her body. 

She’s standing almost completely bare before him, cheeks flushed rosy-pink, and he’s sure he looks like a disheveled mess because fuck, she’s heavenly. The northern lights, the stars, every wonder of the world pales in comparison to the sight before him.  

“Oh, Tag,” He says breathlessly, before pulling her down and kissing her hungrily. His cock is impossibly hard by now, and Taggie takes notice, stroking him lightly. Rupert groans as soon as she touches him, and he can feel her smile against his lips. 

She stands up straight, guiding him to sit against the headboard of the bed. He complies easily, but not before taking her with him, tugging her into his lap so that her thighs straddle his middle. She laughs at his eagerness, and the sound of it is like windchimes, like goddamn music to his ears. He kisses her neck, right below her jaw, and she lets out a content sigh, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.

He guides Taggie’s hips with his large hands, rocking her back and forth on his lap. He can feel how wet she is through her plain cotton panties. Her small, breathy moans make him see stars.  

Normally, he’d take his time. Tease her until her lashes are dewy from tears, make her fall apart with his fingers, his tongue, before finally sinking into her. But tonight he’s impatient. He’s just a man, is what he’d like to say, but honestly he’s not so sure if that’s true. Tonight he feels so animalistic, so feral for her, that he’s not so sure he’s even human anymore. After all these months of secret glances and fisting his cock late at night to the thought of her– he needs her now.

In one swift motion, Rupert rips her panties off, tossing the torn fabric to the floor. Taggie lets out a small gasp, and he can’t help the smug grin that curls onto his lips. She leans down and kisses it right off, still slowly grinding her wet cunt over his dick. 

It seems he’s not the only one that’s desperate tonight, because moments later she takes him into her hand and lines his tip with her weeping hole. She sinks down onto him slowly, panting out shallow breaths, and Rupert’s fingers dig into the fat of her hips because Jesus Christ, if he doesn’t steady himself he’s going to come right now.

And she looks like an angel on top of him, glowing under the pale moonlight, and he wishes he could worship her like she deserves, but right now he’s just desperately focused on not blowing his load. 

His fingers travel from her navel up her soft tummy, cupping her perfect tits, before descending once again and drawing slow circles on her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut at the delicious pressure, and Rupert swears he’s positively drunk on her. She's so tight around him, so wet and warm, and she looks like sunshine incarnated and feels like everything he’s been missing. 

“Tag–” He rasps out, “Fuck, please– slow down, sweetheart–” but she can’t hear him, her ears ringing at the overwhelming pleasure when he hits that sensitive spot inside her. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to think of anything other than how it feels like she was made for him. 

But he fails.

He comes with a guttural groan, painting the inside of her cunt white. He covers his eyes with his hands out of embarrassment as he feels Taggie’s movements come to a sudden stop above him. The room goes completely silent for a few moments. 

When he looks at her, she’s staring at him with her eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Did you just–” She starts, and Rupert grunts shamefully.

“Shit, Tag, I’m sorry,” He apologizes softly. Her expression remains the same, and Rupert wants to bash his head into the nearest wall. “I’ve never– this has never happened before. I don’t know what– fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,”

Rupert may be an asshole, but even he is well-mannered enough to make a woman come at least twice before he even lets himself think about his own pleasure. He expects Taggie to be angry. Perhaps a slap to his cheek. God knows he deserves to have some sense slapped into him. 

His heart tightens at the sound of soft laughter above him. She’s giggling, pink lips parted and eyes sparkling brightly. She leans down to kiss him, and he lets her, cupping the back of her head in the palm of his hand.

“You’re not mad?” He asks when they part, and her brow furrows as if he’s just asked her whether or not pigs can fly.

“Of course not,” She replies, so sweetly and earnestly that he has to physically hold back from saying those three words he’s been itching to tell her for a long while now.

“Besides,” She continues, the corners of her lips turning slightly up. “I think it’s kind of sexy, how you can’t resist,”

Rupert huffs out a laugh, quickly maneuvering the two of them so that he lays on top of her. Taggie squeals at the sudden movement, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Good,” He tells her, trailing kisses down her body until he’s sitting on his knees between her legs, “Because you can hardly blame me, Angel.” He takes her foot in his hands, placing the heel to rest on his shoulder and pressing a tender kiss to the ankle. He continues kissing and nipping up her thigh, higher and higher and—

“Oh!” Taggie says with a gasp, just as he nearly reaches her core. Rupert halts his movements.

“You don’t have to– I mean, no one’s ever done that for me before–” She mumbles, and he smiles, cutting her off by pressing a feather-light kiss to her inner thigh.

“Idiots,” He mutters into her skin, souring at the thought of Ralphie and how he most likely never considered Taggie’s pleasure before his own, if at all. 

“Please,” He says. “Let me make it up to you, Angel,” He scans her face, waiting for her reaction. She lets out a shaky breath, before giving him a single nod. 

He wastes no time, flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe from her pussy up to her clit. She lets out a loud moan, her hands flying to his hair. She tugs at his dark locks in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer. Rupert loses himself in her, lapping at her sweet juices. He looks up at Taggie from where he is between her thighs, watching her freckled chest rise in fall with every gasp of air she breathes. 

Her whines are the sweetest poison, and he hums into her wet heat, completely surrounded by her. His large hand snakes around her to squeeze the soft flesh of her arse, and he can feel her breath hitching, cunt tightening around his tongue. He presses a kiss to her clit, pushing two long fingers into her entrance and curling them inside her, searching for the spot that’ll make her scream. 

Taggie’s getting close. He can feel it with the way she clenches around him. Her moans get breathier, shorter, before she goes completely silent and still, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Rupert climbs up the bed to kiss her, still pumping his fingers in and out of her, letting her ride out her high. She kisses him back with fervour, tasting herself on his tongue, and he groans into her mouth.

He wraps his arms around her, and she places a soft kiss to the center of his chest before resting her cheek there. 

She feels like home, he thinks to himself over and over.

“Don’t get up tomorrow,” he tells her as he mindlessly traces patterns with his thumb on her bare back. She hums noncommittally in response, her own hand resting on his hip.

“I mean it, Tag,” He tells her. “Stay with me. Let me make you pancakes,” She’s quiet for a long moment, contemplating.

“Alright,” She says finally, and he can hear the smile in her voice. “As long as they’re not burnt,” She adds. 

He snorts at the cheeky comment.

“No promises, Angel.”

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Hope you enjoyed this little drabble! I'm literally so obsessed with these two it's not even funny 😵‍💫

[kenyuukissme]

here, kitty kitty ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ w/ reo mikage

pairing :: reo x gn!reader

warnings :: aged up!characters ; established relationship ; not proofread ; pet names (baby, darling) ; whipped reo ; lots of kisses ; implied eating issues for reader (nothing too descriptive) ; just fluff cus i luv reo <3

wc :: 1498

a heavy exhale parts the cold air, a small smoke-like vapour appearing white in dull grey surroundings. you blow into your hands, to warm their ever dropping temperature. you’re crouched on the side walk, beanie on your head and scarf around your neck. the scarf is loose enough to cover the bottom part of your face, keeping your face warm at every breath.

a weak meow makes the corners of your lips perk up, your winter trembling lips tugging into a smile.

“hey, baby.” you coo, an automatic baby voice coating your words. a little kitten, frail and with thin fur, slowly walks towards you. she takes time, but eventually curls up at your ankle. she’s small enough to slip under your coat.

“aww, two cuties in my view.” a familiar voice teases, approaching you and the kitten. they stop right behind you, but you don’t need to turn around to know just who is flirting with you.

“hey, baby.” you tip your head backwards to look up. to see him. the third cutie, cuteness overload!

he smiles at you, taking in your cold-flushed cheeks and the kitten’s tail peeking out of under your coat. he can tell you’re about to ask something, so he places a gloved finger over your lips and slightly tilts his head in the same, almost animated way, as usual.

“how long have i been here? long enough to know my darling has a soft spot for stray kitties. shall we get them something to eat?” he moves his finger from your lips, using his hands to move you hair behind your ear and under your beanie. he leans down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“yeah. that okay?” you stand up slowly, gently patting the kitten. she’s leans into your touch, a short purr vibrating against your hand and warming your heart.

“of course. i assume you’ve not eaten yet, either?” he takes your hand in his, pressing another kiss to your cheek. you don’t even need to answer, the look on your face guilty.

he softly sighs, shaking his head. “that’s okay, let’s get you some hot chocolate with something to eat, yeah? then we can get something for the kitty.”

you nod, smiling at him. he watches you hesitate, unsure whether you want to leave the kitty on the floor or bring her with you. he can tell you want to stay. but its also important to you that she gets fed. and its important to him that you get fed.

so, he does what anyone in his position would do.

“you stay here, i’ll be back with warm milk for the kitty and a snack for you. sounds good?” he tenderly squeezes you shoulder, watching the way your eyes light up. you nearly jump up for joy, but you can’t.

‘cause the little kitty has curled herself around your ankle.

reo simply smiles. not his usual, deal-confirming and confident smile. not the smile he uses when he has to build a front for himself.

his smile is nothing short of lovesick. it’s really just in love. with you, with how you’re so gentle to a little baby.

he plants a quick kiss on your cheek before running off to a nearby convenience store. you can’t help but laugh a little, he’s so eager for something so sudden. you’re not complaining, though. you love it.

you love him.

and this kitty.

you crouch back down on the side of the path, gently petting her thin fur as she stays curled up around you ankle. not even ten minutes later, reo returns. with a small, shallow bowl, a plastic spoon and two paper cups in hand. he crouches down beside you, placing the shallow bowl on flat ground. he uses the end of his nail to open the drinking tab of the plastic lid.

for a split second, you’re captivated by the warm steam of the hot contents inside the cup. its like the steam is battling the cold air it was met with, as it was let out of the cup. reo carefully tilts the cup down towards the bowl, the open hole closest to the rim. there, warm milk floods the interior of the bowl. the milk is warm enough to drink.

for the little silly who wrapped herself around your ankle.

you put out your hand, letting the kitten crawl into your palm. she’s shivering, not very vigorously but even so, its too visible to miss.

reo puts his hands under yours, guiding you and the shivering baby towards the bowl. you put her down right beside it, using the back of your index finger to gently rub her face. she purrs against the warmth of your finger alone, her eyes closed. you use the back of your finger to guide her face to the rim of the bowl.

reo takes the plastic spoon from earlier, shallowly scooping it in the milk. he carefully holds the spoon just below the kitten’s mouth, watching her clumsily drink it. once she realises its safe to drink, reo places the spoon beside the bowl and lets her drink out the bowl.

you both watch as the kitten takes little licks of the warm milk, every so often tripping over her own paws. you can’t help but giggle a little. she’s just so cute. reo pokes your cheek, snapping you out your kitten-fever.

“your turn.” he smiles as he hands you the second cup. you use your nail to press down the cover on the drinking tab, revealing your drink’s warm steam to the cold air. you take a moment to smell the drink, its sweet. its warm in your hands, the cup is a little too hot but its okay. you blow a little above the hole to cool it down a little, then take a small sip.

warm, hot enough to enjoy it in winter, and cooled down enough to drink. just how you like it. you turn to reo, who is still crouched down beside you. he’s gently petting the kitten as she finished the last of the milk in the bowl.

“yes, love?” he doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re staring. but nonetheless, he doesn’t not wanna look at you! so, his eyes flicker to you once you start talking.

“thank you.” you shuffle a little closer, pressing a slightly wet kiss to his cheek. while its a little gross, he can’t help the way his cheeks flush a little pink. he wants to feign disgust and tease you, but he wants to taste the chocolate on his lips…

oh, freak (affectionate).

you giggle at the way his eyes widen, he’s really too adorable. you gently hold his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning his face to face you. then, you use your free hand to take a sip of your hot chocolate.

“now, now. let’s not—” he puts out his hands in front of him like some guard, as if he didn’t want what you were thinking.

you press a kiss to his lips, comfortably squeezing his cheeks with your thumb and index finger. you pull away and wipe your lips on the back of your sleeve. and take a moment to admire the mess you made of mister reo mikage.

his cheeks are flushed a pink like the kitten’s tongue. and his eyes are as wide as the bowl she’s drinking from. before you can tease him for it, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and leans back. so you end up falling on top of him.

you both stare at eachother for a moment. him pulling you down with him spilt the hot chocolate very close to his face, but he’s laughing. you can’t stay mad, and that’s ‘cause you’re not mad. so you laugh along with him.

it must look crazy to people passing by, a couple on the side path near some empty plot. they’re laying on each other, laughing. and there’s a spilt drink on the floor beside them.

reo holds your face with one hand the same way you held his, and uses his other hand to hold your waist when he pulls you in for another kiss. well. more like, getting the hot — now cold — chocolate back onto your lips. and face.

he kisses all over your face, letting go of your waist and cupping both your cheeks with both his hands. eventually, the chocolate dries and gets sticky on your face. before you can flick the spilt remainder of the drink from the floor on him, you feel something soft brush your ankle.

the kitty.

“can we—” you’re cut off.

“yeah. we can keep her.”

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[calmcoldevening]

Hellow! I just comeback to tumblr after a long time away from this magic space and i wish (and request if is possible 👉🏻👈🏻) if you can write a one shot where the reader was adopted after Charlie finished a family, she was a baby then and grow up as a Hewitt basically so Thomas is her “step brother” but when they grow and they start doing the “family business 🔪 “ they protect each other, he protects her physically and she protects him emotionally also she finish some girls who make fun of Thomas, basically they found that both have feelings for each other…hope i didn’t ask a mess 🥺 by the way, i love your content 🖤

Omg, thank you so much, really ♡⁠ And I like your idea, so I hope you will like it))

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Tw: mention on murders, cannibalism, a little hurt/comfort, reader and Thomas are not the real siblings, jealousy

Almost no one remembers how you got into this family anymore. At one point, Hoyt just carried you in his arms, frowning at Luda. The woman carefully picked you up in her arms, your big curious eyes looked around the room and the people present with interest. Surprisingly, you weren't scared, even though you didn't understand where you were. People were talking loudly, but you didn't understand any of it.

But it only took a couple of minutes, and a strange man appeared in your field of vision. Kid. He was a boy of about five with long black hair, and his face was covered in bandages in some places. The woman said something to him, and the boy awkwardly approached you, looking at your little body with curiosity and some fear. You smiled almost reflexively and held out your hands to him. The woman grinned and gently laid you down in the boy's arms. You curled up blissfully on his chest, closing your eyes and relaxing. The boy started rocking you. It was so nice and warm. You fell asleep almost immediately.

Thomas. That was the boy's name. Thomas Hewitt, your older brother Tommy. He has always been kind and gentle towards you. Of course, your whole family was good, even if it was peculiar, but still Tommy seemed the most dear to you. It has always been so.

The boy was constantly protecting you. At home or in the outside, it doesn't matter, Thomas always tried to be with you, like your personal guardian angel.

As the years passed, Thomas was already in school. You were about four years old when you started noticing something was wrong. Tommy came home from school, and his body was covered with a lot of bruises, dried blood was visible on the bandages. It happened a lot. But when you tried to ask Thomas about it, he was silent, turning away from you.

Your childish mind was still unable to make up a whole picture of such situations.

So the only thing that came to your mind was to cheer Tommy up. He was sitting on the bed when you entered the room. Awkwardly walking with your little legs, you came closer to him, smiling. Without thinking twice, you climbed onto the bed next to him. Taking one of his hands, you began to glue small patches on his wounds.

"It hurts, brother?" you ask softly, looking up at Thomas. The guy can't help but smile. He gently runs his free hand through your hair, and shakes his head negatively. You giggle contentedly and put your arms around his neck, climbing into the boy's lap. Thomas hugs you back tenderly, and in those warm hugs you feel like your brother is protecting you from the whole world.

Already in the middle of school, Thomas started working with Charlie at the slaughterhouse, but you just stayed at home after graduation. By nature, you were a child who was much weaker than Thomas, even though you were very smart and cunning. Besides, Luda didn't want you to see all these horrors of murder from such an early age. You didn't resist her views.

After all, after school you worked at one of the grocery stores in the city. Even if they didn't pay that much because of your age and the fact that it was your unofficial job, it was already something. Therefore, every day you brought home either money or food immediately, which Luda was immensely happy about. Unlike Tommy, you grew up to be quite an active and curious child, you were often the first to take the initiative in various matters. Therefore, at the age of ten you were quite good at helping People around the house, and at fifteen you were already fully cooking. You didn't particularly like the fact that Luda spends almost all her time doing household chores, so you tried to give her as much rest as possible. She was very happy to have such a child.

As the years passed, the city emptied as time passed. The closure of the slaughterhouse has greatly affected the peaceful course of life in the city. After a while, only your Hewitt family remained in the city. It's not that you love other people, it's just that you were sorry that the usual way of life was changing. But as long as you're with your family, you don't care about other people.

Due to the fact that there was not much food in the city, and it was not possible to travel outside it often, gradually you did not have enough food. You just accepted it, and you didn't ask any questions.

Until one day Charlie gave some strange speech.

You could feel the tension in the air when you all gathered at the table. It was a little awkward. The room was dark, with only a small chandelier above the table being the only source of pale yellow light. As usual, you folded your hands on your chest in prayer before eating, when Charlie said a prayer to God. No, not Charlie, Hoyt. Your eyes were darting around the room. You saw the tense shoulders of the Woman and the way her forehead wrinkled because of the eyebrows drawn together. Hoyt wasn't as tense, and yet there was some excitement in his voice. Uncle Monty was no different from his usual self, he just kept quiet.

Eating people. It was.. strange. Wrong. How could Hoyt say that in order to survive, you have to eat people? And this strange soup with rather tough meat.

You looked at Tommy. He was sitting next to you, his huge figure only added some kind of horror to the atmosphere of the room. And yet, under the table, he took your little hand in his big palm, squeezing it in comfort. You understood that it was necessary. If Tommy said it was necessary, then you will obey. You nodded curtly and started eating.

Gradually you got used to the new way of life. You spent whole days helping People around the house or at her gas station store, and in the evening you spent time with Tommy. You are used to strange strangers appearing in your house several times a week, and new meat appears on the table that evening. You no longer paid attention to the screams or the blood, you lived as usual. The only thing you didn't like was that Tommy was now more tired and exhausted by the end of the day. After working with meat for a long time, he would come to your room, you would sit on the bed. He would climb onto your bed and put his head on your hips, seeking comfort. You began to gently stroke his tangled black hair. He closed his eyes with a smile. Your hands gently find the clasp of the mask on the back of his head. Thomas reflexively tenses up at first, but immediately lets you take off the mask. He looks up at you and you smile, caressing his cheeks with your hands. Every time such a sight made a pleasant warm feeling appear in your chest, you wanted to see this smile more often. After a long hug, you fell asleep on the same bed, cuddling up to each other.

Such a life has become commonplace. And although you tried to be indifferent to all the victims who come to this house, in the end, they will all end up being your dinner, you couldn't ignore how these pathetic bastards treated Tommy. Especially those screaming and crying girls.

Thomas was sharpening a knife in his basement when you went down there and saw a girl tied to a table. Her makeup was smeared, and her face was red and swollen from crying and screaming. She was obviously pretty tired already. And yet, the girl continued to try to pull out, shouting some obscenities. She probably already realizes that she is doomed. And yet, her body is still filled with animal fear. You walk down the stairs, your arms folded across your chest. Thomas is not paying attention to you, he is completely focused on his work. And from there he stands over the bound girl. His palm slowly slides over her trembling stomach, breasts, and finally stops on her face, caressing her cheeks. Your heart strangely, almost painfully contracts at the sight of this scene. The girl wriggles and cries, calling Thomas a freak and a brainless animal. You can't see his face, but you can feel him frowning. In an instant, he raises his hand with a cleaver over the girl and forcefully drives it into the girl's body, cutting her fragile neck with an unpleasant crunch. She gurgles, choking on her own blood. You slowly approach Thomas, hugging him from behind. Your hands are clutching the fabric of his shirt under his apron.

"She's lying, Tommy. She's just stupid. You are not an animal, you are the most wonderful man in the world," you whisper and feel him relax under your embrace. He throws the cleaver on the floor. The man turns to face you and wraps you in a tight hug, burying his nose in your hair. He's always been soothed by your scent.

You were really annoyed by these rude victims of the girl. That's why you often began to deal with them yourself. Something inside you rejoiced when you silenced their vile mouth.

You were in the kitchen, as usual, making an apple pie. Humming something to yourself, you moved around the kitchen in a relaxed way, enjoying the cooking process. Suddenly, you heard the faint crackle of the stairs leading to the basement. The third step from below was flimsy and always creaked. But under Tommy's weight, it was a more distinct sound. Now the sound was almost inaudible, as if someone was sneaking around, trying not to attract attention. When you turned around, you saw a fragile girl covered in blood. Her right hand looked like a bloody mess, so she held it with her good hand. Was it Tommy's toy? A strange anger has boiled up inside you. You grabbed the knife you were using to cut apples. It was a sharp knife that Hoyt sharpened for you not so long ago. Slowly approaching the girl from behind, you abruptly wrapped your arms around her, exposing the blade with the tip to her stomach. The girl was filled with an almost animal panic and she reflexively rushed forward, trying to escape from your grip. She made it worse for herself. Her flesh was instantly pierced by a sharp blade. You felt her body convulsing, and cherry blood instantly stained your hands. The knife went into her stomach almost to the hilt when she went limp in your hands. Hoyt would probably scold you for spoiling the meat right now. But you don't care. It felt so light and pleasant when you finished off this girl who called Thomas names not so long ago when he dealt with her friends. No one dared to call your boy that, absolutely no one.

But it wasn't any easier for Thomas.

He saw all those sidelong glances from the victims, all those lascivious smiles in your direction. It annoyed him so much. Thomas killed such victims with particular cruelty. You were his gentle and innocent flower, who had been kind to him since childhood. Thomas cherished you. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to you. Your soft hair, sweet smell and sweet smile. All of this made his heart flutter. But in those moments when the escaped victims tried to take you with them, his chest was filled with a feeling of anger and hatred. No one will dare to take away his flower, his ray of light in this dark life.

But there was something strange about it, something he couldn't explain. When the victims tried to flirt with you, unaware of the danger, or when they touched you unobtrusively, his blood boiled. There was something else besides the desire to protect. Mine. Mine. MINE. The voice kept repeating in his head when some guy at the gas station tried to hug you. That same night, he cut off his limbs. There was something else besides his brother's affection. It wasn't right, was it? But all your smiles, touches, and tenderness made Thomas want you for himself alone. He wanted to hold you close and show you in every way that he loves you. He loves me very much. Will you understand him? Or do you only see him as a brother? Thomas knows, he clearly remembers the day when Charlie brought your baby to this house. Even then, Thomas swore with his heart that he would protect and take care of you. You're not his blood sister, so maybe...? Will you love such a freak? After all, all the victims talked about him that way. A freak, an animal, a monster. Do you see him differently? He doesn't want to scare you or disgust you, no. He wants to love you. He wants you for himself.

It was a surprisingly rainy day. You were sitting on the porch, hugging your knees. The rain was pounding on the roof of the house, and there was a strong smell of humidity and wet dust in the air. There wasn't a soul around. There haven't been any new victims in the last few days, so you could definitely rest. Luda, along with Hoyt and Monty, went to a nearby town to check on someone from relatives, so you and Thomas were alone. Quiet and peaceful.

A man was watching you through the open front door. Your gentle image warmed his heart in a pleasant way. Maybe...?

You heard heavy footsteps approaching, and your body almost reflexively relaxed. A warm blanket was placed on your shoulders, and Thomas himself sat on the porch next to you. Even sitting down, he was much taller than you. Thomas stared ahead for a long time, watching the chaotic raindrops. His dark hair was even more curly from the humidity. Finally, he turned to face you, looking down at you. His blue eyes bored into your face for a long time. Finally, he took your hands in his, squeezing them gently. His rough thumbs massaged your hand skin in gentle circles, he frowned a little, obviously thinking about something.

Then he dropped one of your hands. The man pointed at himself. Then he put his hand to his lips, kissing her, and brought his hand to his heart. Then he pointed his finger at you.

I. Love. You.

Your cheeks instantly flushed when you looked down. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, echoing in your ears. Did he have the same feelings for you? Or did you get it all wrong? But you are a family..

"I love you too, big brother," you say in the most innocent way, looking at the wet wooden boards of the porch.

Thomas frowns and grabs your face with his free hand, forcing you to look at him. You look up, meeting his eyes. The man's blue eyes are filled with longing and a strange warmth. He shooks his head.

You feel overwhelmed by emotions. How have you always been able to communicate so clearly, even without words? Some kind of pleasant tender feeling blossoms in your chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and burying your nose in his shoulder. The smell of metal and dust mixed with the sweet natural scent of his body. The smell that always calmed you down. Thomas hugs you back, stroking your back with his big hand.

A little later, you pull away. You have a strange strong desire, his lips look full and beautiful to you. Leaning forward, you gently kiss him through the mask, he responds. Your kiss is wet and clumsy, but filled to the brim with feelings. Thomas squeezes you tightly in his arms, wanting to shut you off from the rest of the world. You are his, his and only his. You may not be his sibling, but you are his family.

[marie-swriting]

To Be With You - Kate Bishop

Marvel Masterlist

Summary : After having a nightmare about you dying, Kate is scared for your safety but she doesn't know how to talk to you about her fears.

Warnings : character's death in a dream, anxiety, mention of Natasha's death, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warning.

Word count : 2.6k

French version

Song inspiration : Talk Too Much by Reneé Rapp

Fear can be read on Kate’s face, her wide opened eyes are set on you. Her bow is armed with an arrow, she doesn’t know whether she should shoot or find an other solution to save you. On the edge of the building roof, Wilson Fisk has his arm around your neck while his other hand holds a gun against your temple. Your body is shaking and your eyes are full of tears whilst you gaze at Kate, completely terrified. 

“You should listen to me, Kate, and give me what I want or you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.” Fisk threatens with a harsh voice. “If you really loved her, you would’ve already saved her.”

“I’m not giving you anything.”

“Are you sure about that?” He replies before shooting you in the legs to prove he’s being serious.

“Let her go!” Kate yells following you cry of pain.

“You know what you have to do to save her life.”

“Fine! I’m gonna give it to you, just let her go.”

“Kate, no!” you scream while Fisk tightens his grip on your neck.

Reluctantly, Kate slowly puts down her bow on the ground whilst looking at you as a way to reassure you. She takes her bag off her back and throws it at Fisk. A machiavellian smirk on his face, Fisk loosens his grip however he still doesn’t let you go. You can finally breathe a bit more easily when Fisk suddenly throws you on the side and grabs the bag. You scream as you feel yourself falling off the roof. Your body goes on the other side of the edge when a pair of hands grabs yours. Looking up, you see Kate holding you with all her might. 

“It’s gonna be okay, I’ve got you! I’m gonna pull you up. Hold on.” she comforts you as she tries to haul you up and Fisk runs away from the scene.

“Kate, I don’t have any more strength.”

A tear rolls down your face the second you talk. You’re physically exhausted. Fisk kidnapped you for a whole day to set a trap on Kate and he didn’t go easy on you - he’s known for his cruelty and you’ve seen it first hand. However, you do everything to help Kate to haul you up, in vain.

“I’m gonna find a solution. I’m gonna pull you up. I’m gonna do it.” Kate repeats to reassure you but also herself.

In addition to your fear, acceptance also takes over your body. You know she won’t be able to do it. Kate might be strong yet, you feel your hands slowly slipping from hers so, you tenderly look at her with a comforting smile.

“It’s gonna be okay, Kate. I love you.”

Kate’s panic stops as soon as she hears your sentence, it’s the first time you say ‘I love you’. You’ve only been together for three months and until now, you didn’t dare to say those three words.

“I told you I’m gonna pull you up! Don’t say this as if you-”

“Kate, it’s okay.” you say softly.

“No, stop it. I-”

Kate doesn’t have the time to finish her sentence that your hands slip from hers and you fall down the building. Kate yells your name at the top of her lungs, your fall being engraved in her memory. The thud of your body colliding with the ground resonates and Kate can’t look away from you.

Kate takes a deep breath as she sits on her bed, panting. A hand on her chest, she tries to make sense of her nightmare. Kate brutally waking up makes you open your eyes so you turn around and see her, all shaken up. You sit down and put your hand on her shoulder, at your touch, she abruptly faces you, fear being replaced with relief in her eyes. You barely have the time to notice a tear streaming down her face when Kate throws herself in your arms.

“Kate, what’s wrong?” you question, worried.

“Everything is okay, you’re here.”

“You don’t seem okay.” 

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I just had a dream.” she lies, breaking the hug and faking a smile.

“Wanna talk about it? You seem pretty upset because of it.”

“No need. It was nothing. It was just a stupid dream, it didn’t mean anything. I’m fine.” Kate quickly says before standing up from the bed. “I have to go, I have training soon. You can stay here, if you want to or you can do something else, I’ll probably be home late. Be careful and call me if there’s anything weird.”

Kate finishes her rambling by pecking your lips and then, she runs away from her bedroom as if it was on fire. You stare at where she left, completely confused. Despite what she said, you can see right through her and you know this dream upset her. You tell yourself you should talk to her about it once she’s calmed down.

The following days, Kate’s nightmare keeps haunting her mind and she still hasn’t talked about it. Her nightmare made her question herself, more specifically your relationship. Though she’s never said it out loud, she loves you and she can’t lose you. Yet, since she became a vigilante after meeting Clint Barton, she has to take into account the dangers of this new life. Clint mentioned Natasha a few times and even if her death wasn’t like the one in her nightmare, the fact is, the Avengers are in constant danger and by extent their loved ones, too. Besides, since Kate’s mom went to jail, she is even more scared to lose the people she loves. 

Now that Kate has realised what it truly means being in a relationship with her, she’s not sure you’ve realised it, too. Kate is afraid to be the cause of your death due to her lifestyle so she wants to push you away, but she also wants to keep you close to her, though she knows it might be selfish on her part. She should talk to you about it, on the other hand if she does, she’ll just fall down a rabbit hole by saying too much and probably breaking up with you, her fears growing everyday so she prefers to stay silent. 

Obviously you’ve noticed she acts differently. You’ve tried to put her at ease several times without being too direct, fearing you’ll get her back up, however she always avoids the subject. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Kate asks, worried, searching for a potential wound.

She doesn't mention her nightmare even a week after and stays lost in her own thoughts. It kills you to see her distance yourself from you like this. You try to talk to her as much as you can but it's like talking to a brick wall and yet you keep making the conversation even if Kate doesn't seem to pay attention.

One day, whilst you’re both walking in the street, you tell Kate about your last exam. As usual the second you’re talking with someone, you don’t pay attention to where you’re going, focusing on your interlocutor. As you’re talking about how you feel about your exam, you just feel Kate violently grabbing you and making you take a step back then you see a blue car driving fast and honking.

“Thanks to you, I’m fine.”

“You really need to look in front of you when you’re talking, especially while walking in the streets!” she retorts, annoyed, “If I hadn’t been there, you could have had an accident! They were driving super fast, they could have hit you. Do you have any idea how reckless you are? You scared me! What if I hadn’t seen this car, you would have died in front of me!”

“But you saw it just in time and you pulled me back before it could hit me. I’m fine, Kate, we were more scared than hurt.” you calmly affirm, hoping to ease the tension.

“Because you were lucky! You won’t always be, something can happen to you at any given moment.”

Kate’s breath gets more jerky and you understand this goes way deeper than a bad driver. You force Kate to look at you before saying with a reassuring tone:

“Kate, breathe. I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re both fine.”

“I got so scared.”

“I know. Come on, let’s go to my place.” you tell her as you start to drag her in the opposite direction.

“But you wanted to buy the new book you’ve been waiting for months.” Kate protests, confused.

“I’ll buy it another day. We should get home, far away from the cars.” you state with a small smile though Kate isn’t in the mood to laugh. “Too soon?”

“Yes, barely two minutes after your almost accident is too soon.”

“Sorry. Come on.” you say, taking Kate’s hand in yours.

You turn around and start walking to your place whilst you stroke Kate’s hand with your thumb as a way to comfort her. Kate’s reaction confirms you have to make her talk, even if you have to force her. Something is wrong and she’s anxious, more specifically about you and you don’t know why.

Once you get in your small apartment, you let her sit on your couch whilst you make two hot chocolates - no matter the season, Kate loves to drink them. You hope the hot drinks will put her at ease so she’ll talk more easily. As soon as the beverages are ready, you join her on the couch. You let her take a few sips before speaking.

“Kate, we need to talk.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” she states, avoiding your gaze.

“You’re clearly anxious about something, you can’t just stay in your fear all alone. Talk to me.”

“I…,” Kate starts with hesitation, “I wonder if you really know what you got yourself into when you decided to date me and if it’s not the case then, I wonder if you’ll still want to be with me when you’ll realise it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

“You died.” she bluntly states.

“Kate, the car didn’t run me over.”

“In my dream.”

“The one you had last week? Why didn’t you tell me?” you question, starting to understand the situation better.

“You died and it was my fault.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“It is,” Kate insists with teary eyes, “Fisk found me again and he wanted my bag - I have no idea what was so precious in this bag but he wouldn’t let it go and to force me to give it to him, he had kidnaped you. He even shot you in the leg and once I finally gave him the bag, he threw you off the building roof - because, yeah we were on a building roof - and I tried to pull you back but I didn’t have enough strength and… and you fell.” she tells you, her voice breaking at her last sentence. “You died and it was my fault. If I had listened to Fisk earlier, if I had had more strength-”

“Kate, it was only a dream.” you interrupt her, taking her hand in yours.

“It didn’t feel like a dream, it felt so real and it made me think.” Kate retorts, putting her cup on the living room table. “At any moment, it could be real. Now that I’ve worked with Hawkeye and with my mom who worked for Fisk, I could be a target and I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I care about you too much to lose you, especially if it’s my fault. And even if I’m no Spider-man or Captain America, with time, I could have more enemies way more ruthless than Fisk and Fisk is awful enough. This nightmare was like a wake-up call, I can’t be with you because it means you’re in danger and you're already putting yourself in danger when you’re talking in the street without looking where you’re going. Who walks without watching where they’re going seriously?” She rambles before going back to her main argument. “The fact is, by dating me, you put yourself in danger and it’s something you should keep in mind,” Kate adds before taking a deep breath. “Okay, having said all that, do you still wanna be with me? ‘Cause, like, I wanna be with you, maybe even forever, holy shit, maybe not forever. I mean, I’m not saying ‘not forever,’” Kate nervously adds without giving you the time to answer, “I actually have no idea what I’m saying. Are you mad at me because I’m pushing you to break up with me because of a stupid nightmare? You’re mad at me, I’m sure of it and it’s cool if you are, I don’t care. It’s just that with this dream, I can’t stop wondering if it’s a sign, like a premonitory one, you know and if it’s true, I’d forever resent myself for not protecting you by giving you an exit when there was still a chance. And, oh my God, I think I talk too much.” Kate tells herself, “I’m talking too much, aren’t I? I should let you talk. Like you said, we should talk and… Ah! Just shut the fuck up!” she screams, frustrated.

“I haven’t said anything!” you reply, putting your hands up to prove your innocence.

“Not you, sorry, I meant me.” Kate corrects with a guilty face. “I meant I should shut up and let you talk.”

“Can I talk?” you ask after letting her breath for a second. Once she nods, you start speaking again. “Kate, I get your nightmare scared you, but it doesn’t mean it’ll happen. Besides, I knew what I was getting myself into by dating you - I mean, you bragged about working with Hawkeye on our first date so I knew for the whole vigilante thing, potential enemies and everything and I still accepted to go on a second date with you. I’m aware of all of this and despite it, I don’t want us to break up, particularly because of a nightmare.” you add with a soft yet firm voice. “And also, I don’t want to leave you alone. Being a vigilante is already complicated enough, you can’t isolate yourself. You have to talk to me when you’re not okay, especially if you get yourself worried sick. I want to be with you. I might not know how to do archery or fight but I can be here for you. I want to be here for you. You can try and give me every exit you want but I’ll still want to be with you. I love you, Kate.” you confess, looking her straight in the eyes.

“You love me?” Kate questions, stunned.

“Of course.”

“Wow, I didn’t think we were at the stage of our relationship and I didn’t think you’d say it during this kind of conversation. I mean, technically, in my dream, you said it before dying though we should probably forget about that dream. Anyway, I thought you’d say it when we’d be doing something much more romantic. God, I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

You lightly laugh before putting your hands on both sides of her face and kissing Kate. As she feels your lips on hers, Kate’s fears finally calm down. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds so it can allow Kate to focus on something else, yet it doesn’t mean it’s not full of love and tenderness. Once you break the kiss, Kate gives you a smile you find cute.

“I love you, too.” she says, stroking your right hand on her cheek.

“I love you and I want to be with you, Kate Bishop, no matter what you can say to dissuade me.”

At your words, Kate’s smile gets bigger, grateful she’s found someone so comprehensive and kind as you are. She couldn’t have dreamed of a sweeter girlfriend in this brutal world.

Marvel Masterlist

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

(rafe stuff comin soon but heres a eeny beeny teeny thought!!)

stepdad!leon kennedy x obsessed!naive!reader...

shes so obsessed with him...obsessed with everything that has anything to do with him. following him around the house like a lost pup.

one day u get really jealous after overhearing a phone call he had with your mom (she's always out somewhere---either with her friends or... God knows where--so it is truly just you and leon alone). obviously you know that leon has to keep up the image of being a loving doting husband, but when you hear him say the simple words, "i miss you too--alright love you too, bye." to end the brief phone call between the two of them, your face blushes and heats up with possessiveness.

just completely taking leon by surprise--usually he is the one in control,but right now you cant take it anymore!! he was yours, not hers!!!

just bouncing on his cock and grinding ur engorged button on the trimmed hair of his pelvis as you cry. his big arms encaging your smaller body and you just feel so so good!!! except u remember the conversation between leon n ur mom and u start getting angry.

"u--u love me?" u simper out, bottom lip pulled out in a pout as tears sprout from ur eyes n fall down ur face. ur desperate.

leon adjusts his body so his head is against the pillows as you ride, his large and strong hands controlling your bouncing movements. he doesn't respond, not exactly hearing you as you clench your sopping cunt around his veiny cock, small grunts falling from his lips.

you lower a bit, your chest pressed against his as you catch his eyes with yours. "answer!" you whine, sniffling.

"wh-?" he begins, and you cut him off. his eyebrows are pulled together in both confusion and concentration.

"you l-love me, r-right daddy?" his cock is pummeling inside of your pussy as he pounds his hips up into yours.

"o-'f course I do, baby.." his voice is so soft as he takes the back of his hand, wiping away your tears and pushing your face to mesh with his, sloppy kisses sounding between the two of you.

"ur only m-mine!" you cry out again, wrapping your smaller hand around his throat. "s-say it."

"i--" he chokes out, slightly surprised by your burst of dominance that you seem to be having. however, he can see right through it. just a frightened little girl afraid of being abandoned. but he would never. you mean everything and more to him. he can feel your hand tighten around his throat, nothing too bad --and he can still breathe. its just the hint of shock that chokes him up for a second.

he can tell you are worked up. must have been worked up for some time now. poor baby, he thinks. you sometimes got this way--too many emotions that flood in ur head all at once. it was overwhelming for you, and he understood that. his hands run along your torso for a second, then slow your jackrabbit-like hips down from its quick bouncing.

"shhh," he shushes you gently and he can feel your hand loosen. your eyes are big and glossy and begging. he takes your hand from his throat and kisses your palm gently, adjusting himself again so as to sit up and be skin to skin with you. he sees how upset you are. he throws your arms around his shoulders so you can be in his lap. close to him. "i'm yours baby--yours and only yours, yeah?"

your eyes are big and pleading as he leans forward, the thrusts have momentarily halted so that he can place you properly in his lap; but he's still inside of you. he kisses your lips gently--so tenderly that it tickles. "you're everything to me, mk? i love you so much.."

you whine, feeling his hands run across your back and the sides of your torso. your still breathing heavily through your nose---but he can see your calming down. he kisses across your neck to your cheek. "gimme some deep breaths, okay?"

you nod, and he breaths deep along with you for a few seconds.

"what's got you so worked up, honey? hm?" his voice is so soft and sweet. so saccharine. it makes you melt even more in his hold.

"don' like you talkin to her.." you whimper out, and he automatically knows. you and your mom never had the best relationship. she was always very mean to you, and you especially didn't like her cuz you have seen her cheating on your stepdad. she just wanted him for money or a warm body to sleep next to. she was very verbally abusive. that is why you loved when she was gone. which she almost always was. leon knew all of this. he was planning on a divorce for a while now, but wanted to wait until you started back at college. he wanted to be with you.

"oh, sweet girl..." he sighs, kissing your lips. "she means nothing to me, baby. need you to understand that, m'okay?"

you nod, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "mkay, daddy."

leon smiles gently before kissing you slowly, beginning to use calloused hands for a soft touch as he plays with your peaked nipples.

"know why i love kissin' you so slowly baby?" you shake your head no, a little mew leaving your lips. his tongue drags along yours. "cuz it feels like we have all the time in the world together."

you sigh at his words, beginning to start up your grinding and he helps you pick up your speed.

"all yours, princess. daddy's all yours."

[wave2tyun]

eyes locked, hands locked | ☆

pairing: prince!soobin x reader

genre: royal!au, fluff<3

prompts: - “was that your first kiss?”

- “stop looking at me like that”

warnings: none!

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i apologise for the long wait my lovely anon!!😔😔💞 have fun reading hehe!! :DD<3💞💓💖💘💞 honestly, going through this one again really makes me want to have another go at royal aus, perhaps something longer?? but at the same time i have too many wips going on and AHHHHHHHH i wish the fics would write themselves as fast as my thoughts go through my brain<//3

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

there was nothing more besides the cheery, tiny crickets in the grass that kept you company in the coldness of the night.

while everybody else was busy running around the castle, setting food down on the tables or balancing the champagne-filled glasses on silver trays, your one and only job was to watch over the garden’s flower section, careful so as not to let any curious kids wander off around the perimeter and trample all over them in the darkness.

that was how you were supposed to spend your evening: pacing around the cobblestone pathway, watching the moon and stars, feeling your heart ache as the grand classical music pierced the silence at midnight, wondering if soobin had found himself a partner to dance with, to hold close, to court.

you could tell that the chore had been specially tailored for you by the queen: it kept you away from the ballroom, the guests, and most importantly, from her son. she wasn’t exactly fond of the way the relationship between the two of you had been evolving- your presence left a bitter taste in her mouth, she couldn’t risk having you, a maid, impede the royal family from continuing their pure, blue blood heritage.

you were way too absorbed by the dancing silhouettes you could see from the windows -wishing that you, too, could slip inside- that you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

soobin was right behind your back, out of breath, hands slightly sweating while he looked at your figure. he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you in tightly as he tenderly embraced you “i missed you” you heard him whisper, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

you couldn’t fight back the smile taking over your face, feeling relief that he was alongside you, and not with some stranger, holding them close to his chest, swaying them across the dance floor “how did you sneak out?”

“beomgyu helped me- he made a mess at the dining table while attempting to pull a magic trick” soobin chuckled, remembering the way all the plates and glasses flew in the air as his friend pulled at the table cloth “needless to say, my parents were too astounded to keep their eyes on me”

you laughed at his explanation, knowing beomgyu, the incident must have been much more ridiculous than anything you could ever imagine. he sacrificed himself just so that the two of you could meet. however, the royal family adored him too much to ever throw him out, not matter how chaotic his endeavours were.

“i missed this” soobin placed a kiss on your right shoulder “-and this” he sweetly pecked your cheek, then spun your body around so that you could fully face him. the dim light shining from the lamp poles illuminated your features, giving them a gentle, mellow glow, and, perhaps without even realising it, soobin was leaning closer towards your lips. your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed how short the distance between you was getting, and yet, you allowed him to do it- to close the remaining gap.

you were stiff, anxious, forgetting to close your eyes or at least kiss him back, your mind could only focus on the softness of his lips and how his hand began to trail further down your waist. soobin separated himself from you hesitantly, not too much, only to the point where you could still feel his breath fanning on your face “i apologise, did i go too far-“

“no- that’s not the case” you cut him off. there was a tremble in your voice and it was impossible for him to tell whether it was from anger, sadness, or perhaps nervousness. you tapped your lips with your fingers, struggling the words that wouldn’t make this more embarrassing for you than it already was.

soobin’s head tilted to the side, expecting you to go on further. he couldn’t quite understand why you just stood there when he kissed you, like a statue devoid of emotion. you had always been cold on the surface, mostly unaccepting of any external forces. that didn’t stop soobin from delving deeper inside your heart, he knew that, in reality, behind all your pretending, you were warm, a certain kind of warmth that he’d crave more and more as time went on.

which is why, despite all the distance you had desperately tried to place between the two of you over the years, he still found himself calling out for you. it was inevitable- you were pulling him in like a magnet.

the flowers seemed to pick at his interest only when he walked around the garden with you. maybe because he was all too immersed by your gaze, wanting to find out which plant had your wholehearted attention. maybe it was because he wanted you to look at him that way too- or, maybe he just dreamed of gifting you a bouquet of all your favorite flowers, all handpicked by him from the garden.

the pastries tasted better whenever you were the one who made them, not mr. hughes, the main chef, or any of the other maids. so, each time he spotted a fresh batch made by you in the castle’s kitchen, he’d place one in his mouth stuffing his pockets with at least four more pieces. the butter from the sweets turned the fabric into a dirty, buttery mess, which the maids on cleaning duty loved to complain about. they couldn’t get how, at some point during the week, the pants in his laundry basket managed to reach this state.

he couldn’t deny it, he was completely, thoroughly infatuated by you.

“it’s all new to me” you attempted to reveal the truth, unaware of how vague your statement must have sounded.

soobin continued to look at you with a purely clueless look “what is?” the tone of his voice was a mixture of confusion and concern.

“this” your thumb reached out to graze his lower lip, eyes following the motion. soobin took your hand, holding it against his cheek while smiling.

“was that your first kiss?” his voice quivered as he asked, hiding a laugh. the situation, albeit embarrassing for you, was foolishly endearing for him.

“stop looking at me like that” you dodged his question, returning to your usual, rash behaviour, but soobin knew that you were only doing it out of nervousness.

“why? am i making your heart thump faster?” he whispered, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm “or-“ he leaned down, continuing to speak in a low tone as he reached your ear “perhaps you already want more?”

you gave his shoulder a slight push. where was the flustered boy from a few seconds ago, the one whose eyes widened at the thought of having stolen your first kiss?

“i think you’re getting way too ahead of yourself-”

“i’m not, you’re just afraid” he provoked you, now that it was clear in his mind that you did want the kiss, you just didn’t know how to return it. knowing your ego and short temper, how else could he ensure himself another taste, if not by teasing you?

“afraid of what?” you scoffed.

“of being a bad kisser”

“i’m not-“ your tone sharpened as you looked at him.

“well, how would you know?” he snickered “wasn’t this your first kiss, or am i mistaken?”

by the way he spoke, you could tell that he was enjoying this more and more by the second. catching on to the trap he was leading you to, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, a tangled mixture of his collar and necklace in your hand as you pulled him closer, pressing your lips to his. you didn’t know exactly what to do, you only puckered your lips, hoping that it was enough to make a difference from your earlier kiss. soobin pulled away with a chuckle, tilting your chin up with one finger “i believe you need more practice, sweetheart”

taglist: @huekalover3000

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 2: "Left. Other Left!"

@flufftober

Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Warnings: slight cussing

The daily training you put yourself through was hard enough on your body and mind.

Training with three persistent teenagers who never knew when to quit?

That was a whole new challenge for you,

Tanjiro easily deflected your blade, pushing your body backwards with the force of his strike. You didn’t let up your attack, hoping to catch him off guard. He faltered the slightest bit and you barely got the edge on him, holding your sword close to his neck.

“You did well, young Kamado. I think a short break would do us all some good.”

Zenitsu immediately stopped his current sparring session with Inosuke and dropped to his knees at your feet, crying.

“Oh, thank you L/n-sensei! I’m exhausted! I can barely stand! I don’t know how you and Shinazugawa-sensei train like this every day.”

“I’m not your sensei,” growled Sanemi, halting his own individual training a few steps from you and the kids. “You say that again and you’re as dead as this dummy.”

The wooden dummy’s head landed with a thump on the ground next to Zenitsu who let out a loud shriek and clung to Tanjiro like a scared child. You giggled at the sight of Sanemi’s prominent forehead vein that visible when he was angry; you were well acquainted with it.

“I was just suggesting we all take a break for a little bit,” you told your boyfriend, whose eyes softened upon meeting your own. A soft, cool breeze blew through the grounds of your home and you could’ve sworn it was a gift from the Wind Hashira himself with the way he was looking at you so tenderly. All of a sudden he looked away, gripping the sword in his hands tighter.

“You go ahead. I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

You knew there was no use in arguing with him, it’d be like talking to one of your walls. His stubbornness was a quality that both infuriated yet intrigued you.

“Don’t overwork yourself, my love,” you whispered, making sure the kids didn’t overhear you. The last thing you wanted to do was embarrass Sanemi with your gentle words and caresses he was treated with when you two were alone.

“I won’t,” he whispered back, still staring into the distance. You smiled gently, losing yourself in the beauty of his scarred face until Zenitsu’s shrill voice pulled you back to your senses.

“No! Get away from me! I want to lie down!” he shrieked, running past you.

“Get back here and fight me! This isn’t over!” a wild Inosuke screamed as he ran after him.

“Let’s all calm down!” Tanjiro called out, also speeding right by you.

“Why did you invite them here again?” asked Sanemi, clearly disgruntled.

“A change in pace is good. It keeps us young having them around,” you explained.

“Really? Because I feel more gray hair coming in and last I checked, it was already white enough,” he grumbled. You laughed, playfully swatting his chest.

“I’m going to make us some food. Please make sure they don’t burn down my training area while I’m inside.”

“No promises.”

You rolled your eyes and walked inside your home, pondering over what to cook. Nezuko greeted you with her signature kind eyes as you entered the kitchen.

“Would you like to help me cook some food?” you asked her, getting out ingredients.

“Mmhmm!” she agreed, excitedly nodding her head. You gave her the directions and she followed them perfectly, humming a joyful tune as she worked.

When the food was ready, you put it on a tray and walked with Nezuko outside to convince the boys to sit down and eat. Seeing no one in the training area that was previously occupied not too long ago, you frowned slightly, wondering where they could’ve gone in such a short time. You and the younger girl walked together, listening for anything to denote their presence. Right when you were getting worried, you heard loud voices in the distance and saw clouds of dirt being kicked up. The yelling was reaching your ears but you couldn’t make out what anyone was saying.

“Go stand next to the house. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t want you getting hurt,” you said to Nezuko and she quickly did as she was told. That was perfect timing on your part because when you finally understood what Tanjiro was saying, it was too late.

“Move! Go left! Left!”

Confused, you took a few steps to the left, but when you noticed Zenitsu running at a lightning fast speed straight toward you, you realized your mistake.

“Other left.”

You had no time to react when you felt strong, familiar arms grasp you tightly and move you out of the way from the sure collision course you had put yourself in. Your tray of food clattered to the ground, a feast the local animals were sure to be thankful for later.

“You three! Knock it off and come here. Now!”

You hadn’t seen Sanemi that genuinely angry in a long time. His booming voice made your body erupt in goosebumps from nervousness for the kids who were about to get a major chewing out by your temperamental boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” Sanemi asked, holding you at arm’s length and quickly giving your body a once over to make sure you hadn’t gotten any injuries from the unexpected (almost) run in.

“I’m okay,” you confirmed. “Just a little shaken up, is all.”

Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro apprehensively approached you both, not making eye contact with either of you.

“What were you shitheads thinking, running around like that?” Sanemi seethed. “You almost ran Y/n over with your carelessness.”

“We’re so, so sorry,” Tanjiro replied, lowering his forehead to the ground to show his remorse. Zenitsu did the same and Inosuke followed suit after a moment.

“You should be. You ruined perfectly fine food that Y/n had made for us.”

“We will make it up to you! We’ll make even better food!” yelled Inosuke, standing up and running into your house. Tanjiro hesitantly raised his eyes to yours.

“May I… follow Inosuke to make sure he doesn’t ruin your beautiful home?” he asked you, his voice small.

You nodded. “Please do. And thank you for trying to warn me earlier. You’re not in trouble.”

Tanjiro wiped away a few tears of relief as he left the scene, not wanting to be present for whatever Sanemi was going to put Zenitsu through.

“As for you,” Sanemi said, his voice eerily low as he grabbed Zenitsu by the front of his uniform, “I will make you regret stepping foot on this property.”

Zenitsu whimpered as he tried to pull away from Sanemi’s unyielding hold. You pitied the teen; the situation wasn’t wholly his fault and you were unscathed anyway.

“I don’t think there’s any need for punishment. He looks sorry enough.”

“I am! I am! I’ll do whatever you want, L/n-sensei! Just keep him away from me!” replied Zenitsu.

“Have you learned a lesson here today?” He nodded vigorously at your question. “Good. Go help the others in the kitchen. All is forgiven.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief but Sanemi lifted him off the ground even higher. “I want 500 push ups from you after you’re done cooking.”

Sanemi let go and Zenitsu scurried away to the safety of the indoors. You finally let out the giggle you had been stifling at the whole ordeal.

“You really are my hero, you know that?” you mused, resting your hands on Sanemi’s exposed chest. You smiled at the small blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Whatever. Pay more attention next time,” he said, trying to sound much grumpier than he felt at the moment. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you smiled.

“In the future, I’ll be more mindful of my left and right.”

“In the future, if this happens again, I’m cutting off their legs.”

Taglist: @kana-daydreams

[doumadono]

for sinday.... Douma meets a goddess of love! reader? Aphrodite powers and all. lets see how the unbeliever feels when reader says she's been watching over him for quite some time(and liking what she sees), eh?

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: grateful for this request, I nearly forgot the pleasure of writing for my cherished Douma!

One night, a girl unexpectedly appears before Douma in his secluded chamber, radiating an aura of divine beauty.

Douma, initially unfazed, looks her up and down with a smirk. "Well, well, what do we have here? Haven't seen you around, my lotus. Who are you?"

The girl reveals her identity as a goddess, specifically the goddess of love

Douma chuckles, "Love, huh? Not really my thing, sweetheart."

She casually mentions she has been watching over Douma for some time, piquing his interest.

Douma raises an eyebrow, "Watching me, huh?"

"Oh, I've been enjoying the show, my dear. Your fights, your victories," she says. Channeling her feminine charm, the girl flirts lightly, "You may be a demon, but there's a certain allure to your chaos, Douma."

Douma, unfazed but slightly intrigued, retorts, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, goddess. I'm not the type to fall for such tricks. Better don't test my limits. I can snap your neck within blink of an eye."

The girl, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, challenges, "Perhaps not, but even demons deserve a taste of love. Care to prove me wrong?"

"I find the trivial and unnecessary nature of human emotions rather pitiful and inconsequential." Douma tells her, a wry smirk glued to his lips.

She whispers, "Love is not just an emotion, Douma. It's a flame that can burn even the coldest hearts like yours." The girl, with a snap of her fingers, using her powers, creates an ethereal sensation affecting all of his being, making Douma feel a subtle warmth in his chest.

Douma, raising an eyebrow, grumbles, "What did you do, woman?"

"Oh! Don't worry! It's just a taste of the love I can offer. A demon like you might find it... intriguing," she suggests with a grin.

Douma, feeling the unfamiliar warmth, tries to play it off, "Intriguing, huh? Don't get too carried away, goddess."

She leans in, teasing, "You're a challenge, Douma." Playfully running a finger along Douma's cheek, the woman purrs, "Life is more interesting with a little passion, don't you think?"

Douma, catching her hand, smirks, "Interesting, maybe. But I'm not one to be easily swayed."

She offers him a smile and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. In this moment, she seizes the chance to weave more of her enchanting spell of love around him.

In mere moments, his hakama pants and shirt find their way to the floor. Before he can fully grasp the situation, he's gently pushed onto a futon. The goddess straddles his lap, gracefully removing her attire with deliberate slowness.

In the next moment, she delicately grinds her hips, sensually rubbing her pussy against his visibly eager manhood, standing proudly in all its glory.

Douma gasps, yet places his strong hands to her hips, helping her with her movements. "Mmmm, lotus, look at you, so eager for me already. You're something, aren't you?"

She grins at him, leaning in to engage in a passionate kiss while positioning his cock at the entrance, only to descent on him ever so slowly.

Douma maintains unbroken eye contact with her, allowing her to have her share of fun with him. She rides him as if he were a spirited stallion, and he shows no objection whatsoever.

Douma's hands glide to her breasts, his fingers caressing them tenderly. "You're so hot, my little lotus, riding me as if there's no tomorrow," he praises, his voice sultry, a sly grin gracing his handsome features.

She moans his name, arching her back and rolling her head back in pleasure as his cock hits all the sensitive spots within her pussy. "Oh, Douma! It feels so incredible! I might just get addicted to a demon's touch! Never felt anything like that with a human before!"

Before too long, Douma grows bored, craving the familiar sense of control he exerts in his temple. Swiftly, he tosses her off his lap and forcefully pins her down on the futon. She finds herself on her stomach, rising her hips up for him, and the blonde-haired demon thrusts into her wetness from behind with a deep grunt, establishing a raw, almost primal tempo.

Douma swiftly succumbs to pleasure as the goddess screams, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. Douma alters his angle angle for heightened ecstasy, his cock rubs all of the spongy spots within her cunt. She climaxes with a loud moan, thrusting her hips back onto him, and he soon follows suit, cumming in her with a gasp.

As they recline together and Douma casually caresses her shoulder, he inquires about her name. She responds, "It's Y/N."

Douma grins mischievously. "I'm afraid I can't let you slip away. You're mine now."

"I'm a goddess; you can't keep me as if I were your pet," she reminds.

Douma chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Well, goddess or not, I've always been fond of collecting rare treasures. Looks like I just found my most prized possession."

[ryanguzmanscowlick]

okay hear me out, buck and tommy slowly taking eddie apart in bed ... tenderly spitroating bottom eddie

I'm so sorry Magdalyna, but you don't get a neatly packaged ficlet. You get the stream of consciousness, nonsense, rambling "pre-work" I do when I'm trying to feel out a concept in my brain.

This would be the thing, too, because he's so bottled up. He's so tightly wound and has needed so much for so long. He's forced it all down, sure, but that doesn't mean the pressure didn't mount another notch with every passing day of need, desperate need. Out of all three of them, I think Eddie would benefit the most from a slow, careful, experienced hand unfurling him and being there to keep everything together when he bursts apart. You can't let out that much pressure without expecting a mess to follow.

They wouldn't get to the spit roasting of it all right away. I'm picturing Eddie and Tommy on their knees, Tommy pressed up along Eddie's back - Buck on his knees in front of them so he can lock in eye contact with Eddie the whole while he's taken apart.

Even a handjob feels like getting split open and scooped out of your flesh when you'v wanted it for so long and refused to give it a name, a face, a real consideration. When it suddenly runs up on you with two names, two faces? When you know you can fall into it and be caught in a way you've never been able to? Suddenly there's chunks of you that you don't even remember burying rocketing to the surface to meet them. Buck and Tommy. Buck and Tommy. Tommy. Buck.

"I don't need a provider. I need a partner."

Shannon, Buck, Tommy ... none of them need to be provided for. They can all provide for themselves. What all three of them need, want is Eddie's full self brought to them. All his vulnerability, all his compassion, all his stubbornness and reliability and ache, coupled with all his trust. He loved- loves Shannon. But he only ever knew how to love her by providing for her. He couldn't then. Maybe he could now, if she were still here, with all he's learned, but ... maybe not. Probably not.

He could do it for them, though. For Tommy and Buck. With them.

Even a handjob can turn your mind and body upside down when - for the very first time in over thirty years, you close your eyes and relax into the arms holding you and let your mind go blank. Let it happen. Eddie's never let anyone touch him without a thousand racing, anxiety-rusted, doubting thoughts crowding out every sensation. He's never just felt it. Shannon, Ana, Marisol ... they deserved it, they'd never done anything wrong, really but ... Eddie had never trusted them enough to just feel it.

But Buck's right here in front of him while Tommy takes his weight like it's nothing and wraps a hand around his dick. Buck's cradling his head in his warm palm and Tommy's rumbling reassurances into his neck. Eddie trusts Buck more than anyone in the world. Anyone. With his kid, but also with himself. If he's honest (and he's really trying to be these days), he's never trusted anyone like he trusts Buck, even his unit in Afghanistan.

That tripped him out for a bit. Every time he looked at Buck and realized he trusted him more than those other soldiers in his unit ... the guilt spun him out. They were supposed to die for each other, fight for each other, face any physical or existential threat together. And they did. Until they couldn't anymore. But the trust he felt in them doesn't hold a candle to what his body and mind will do easy as breathing for Buck. No training necessary.

He's learned to accept it.

Eddie is nothing but a feeling thing between these two men. No pretenses, no masks, no walls, no assumptions, no baggage, no guilt. He's just their feeling thing and it's crazy how safe he feels exposed like this.

Tommy is a whole different animal from Buck. They don't have that history yet. They don't have the baggage (the lore, Chim would say). But Eddie's beginning to suspect, with another glob of guilt and horror, that this is what meeting a new person and wanting them should've felt like all along.

He burns with curiosity for Tommy. He thinks about when he'll get to see Tommy next and how soon it can be before their current hangout even ends. He thinks, at random times in his day, about things he should tell Tommy or show Tommy or ask Tommy. He gets dressed and catches himself thinking, what would Tommy say if he saw how this t-shirt clings to the curve of my hip?

Before, in his relationships with women, he thought it was right because it was easy. Now, he thinks maybe you're supposed to think about the person you're interested in even after they've walked away. You're supposed to struggle over the wording of a text a little. You're supposed to buzz with anticipation before you see them. Maybe you're supposed to feel the higher stakes instead of just knowing the correct steps by heart and climbing the relationship ladder.

With women, he knows what he's supposed to do. With Buck and Tommy, he wants. He wants and he tries and he fumbles and they're strong enough together to keep each other upright even when one of them stumbles. The steps aren't laid out in advance. They find the path together.

[crystlizabeth]

I'm madly in love with Alex keller I need that Pringles man biblically

honestly I will take anything with top!reader I know he whimpers and I would love to hear it

fem, masc, gn, you have free reign have fun <33 I literally just need to top that man

praise (reader giving) maybe? as a treat?

Whats wrong baby?

Alex Keller x Shadow!femreader

Summery: Just some fun with Alex after a successful mission.

Warnings: non established relationship, lieutenant reader, cursing, use of mommy, praising, top!reader, bottom!alex, not properly proof read!

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It’s was a successful mission to say the least Graves had put you with Alex and of course you didn’t protect he was fun to work with. With a mission finish it was now time to celebrate The shadows had invited Alex and his partner in crime Farah but she declined leaving Alex with you guys. You’d be lying if she didn’t make you a tad bit jealous, for one she was gorgeous and strong and with the way that brunette looked up to her and at her..

Not that you really had to worry but you’re just a girl. “Ya’know Keller I thought you’d head back with y’er girlfriend.” One of the shadows spoke your eyes looking over to alex watching his response.

He chuckled nervously his hand rubbing the back of his neck “she’s not my girlfriend.. but I thought I hang back catch up with y’all.” He answered.

You smiled a little his eyes catches yours when he said he was here to catch up, not with them of course but well, you.

He’d missed you, your soft hands running down his chest and you whispered in his ear. His soft whimpers as you kissed him tenderly, “what’s wrong baby?” You teased, your lips kissing the bottom of his happy trail.

Alex shook his head “Sensitive.. god.” he drawled. His hands were tied above his head as he sat his back against the headboard of the bed.

“Where? Here..” you asked innocently kissing the bulge of his jeans.

His body shuttered, you let out an amused chuckle. The effect you had on him was like no other, he would worship you and you did him except you wear mean with it teasing his until he would cry begging to feel you.

You laid on your stomach as you stroked him his cock twitching in your hands. Your saliva and his cum are the perfect lube letting your hands glide up and down so smoothly. His sweet moans were music to your ears head dropped from the overstimulation making him spill over the edge “Please.. Please Imma cum..” he whimper his brows frowning.

Your tongue ran up his length and of his tip slowly your lips attaching to him only to release with a pop, “Hm? Is that how you ask handsome, common tell mommy what you want.” you spoke a pleased smirk displayed on your lips.

His legs started shaking going to close on you but your hand held him down, “Open your eyes and look at me Handsome common, ask me.” you whispered.

“Please, please may I cum.. Mommy, please let me cum,” he begged in a whiney tone his blue eyes meeting yours for approval. With a nod that's all he needed before his balls tightened a pretty moan slipping through his lips.

“Yeah that's a good boy, that's a good fuckin’ boy.” you praised your hands milking his cock for the second time.

With his head hung low you let you hand prop his chin up your your finger “you think you can go another baby?” you asked eyeing his tired stated.

“I can.. I can I— I wanna feel you please..” he babbled.

You moved on top of him your thighs on either side of him his face still remains resting his your hands. You kissed his face moving his hair out of his face it sticking to him because of the sweat. “You're doin’ so good handsome,” you spoke both of your eyes meeting one another. God, he was pretty.

You untied his hands guiding them to your hips. “You ready for me?” you aligned yourself with him.

“Yes ma'am.”

His hands squeeze your hips as his cock began to slip into you. A soft moan came from your lips feeling him fill you up, his face falling against your bare chest as he whimpered from the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. “God I've missed you..” he spoke.

He missed you, he missed how you fit him so well how you were made for his cock nobody else would have him like you did. Your hips moved as you held onto the back of his neck his beefy arms holding you close. “Fuck Alex.” you clawed as his neck.

You missed him, being with him at this moment made you hate the job because you were never with him. Your bodies intertwined as you fucked him a mess of your arousal made a mess on his lap.

“You were made for me.. Just you..” he spoke his voice softy but still whiney.

“Just me,”

“Im all yours.. Fuck I'm all yours.” he cried out his face in the crook of your neck.

“Your all mine Alex,” you dragged on.

Leaning back your hands held his face “Your mine.”

His eyes never left yours as he nodded, this wasn't just pillow talk anymore but the feeling that had been building up for years.

“Please cum with me..” he spoke gently.

“Do you wanna cum in me, baby?” you asked a smile on your face.

“Mmhm! I do please can I cum in you.” he asked your name leaving his lips.

Your hand grabbed a handful of hair pulling his head back “you better cum then.” you spoke your orgasm finally hitting you as your ride him.

So he did his fingers digging into your thoughts as he came in you.

Your body fell against his your arms wrapping around his neck holding him in a hug his arms soon wrapping around your waist. The two of you be a thing heavily, coming down from your highs.

Minutes had passed the aftercare process soon finishing, the two of you sitting in front of one another he watched you as you pulled your shirt back over your head. His gaze had never left you even as you both cleaned each other up, your pretty hands needing as his legs massageing them.

You felt his hand touch your face causing this to look up at him “yeah?” Your voice soft a sweet.

“I meant what I said, I'm all yours.. I want to be all yours.” he said his thumb creassing your cheek.

“Alex..” your tone warning him.

You both knew that this, what you two had could be nothing more than just a casual fuck. Even with the heavy feeling that you both shared and made worse every time he held you close. And that was no different than that night. Him holding you in his arms as you traced his chest, the love you two shared would always be put on hold.

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A/n: it's kinda short but I hope you like it it my first time writing for Alex ill get better at writing for him trust.

[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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After Hours

jongho x f!reader

Summary: After a long day, Jongho comes home exhausted and collapses on the couch, his girlfriend tenderly cared for him and suddenly their evening turns passionate.

Genre: romance, slight erotic

Warnings: none other than the implication of sex

Jongho trudged through the front door, his shoulders slumped and eyes heavy with exhaustion. It had been a long day at work, all he wanted was to collapse on the couch and forget about everything. As he stepped into the living room, he found Y/N waiting for him, her eyes lighting up with a warm, welcoming smile.

“Hey, you,” she greeted softly, moving towards him. “You look exhausted.”

“Yeah, it’s been a rough day,” Jongho admitted, kicking off his shoes and letting out a weary sigh. “I just need to sit down for a bit.”

Y/N guided him to the couch, helping him settle down. “Sit back and relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Jongho sank into the cushions, feeling the tension of his muscles start to ease. Y/N disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and returned with a glass of water and a cool, damp cloth. She handed him the water first and he took it gratefully, sipping slowly.

“Thanks, Y/N. I really needed this.”

She smiled and gently dabbed his forehead with the cloth. “I know you work so hard, Jongho. You deserve to be taken care of too.”

He closed his eyes, savouring the cool relief against his skin. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“That’s because I love you,” she said softly, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Now, just relax. I’m going to make you some tea.”

Jongho watched her head back to the kitchen, her every movement filled with care and love. He left a warmth spread through him, not just from the physical comfort she provided but from the deep emotional connection they shared. It was in moments like these that he realized how lucky he was to have her in his life.

A few minutes later, Y/N returned with a steaming mug if chamomile tea. She handed it to him, then settled down beside him, her hand resting on his knee. Jongho took a sip, the warmth of the tea soothing his tired body.

“Do you want to talk about your day?” Y/N asked gently, her thumb stroking stoking his knee on comforting circles.

Jongho shook his head. “Not really. Just being here with you is enough.”

She smiled and snuggled closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Okay. We can just sit here then.”

They say in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the soft rocking of the clock and the distant hum of traffic outside. Y/N’s presence was a balm to Jongho’s weary soul and he felt the last of his stress melt away.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. For always being here for me,” Jongho said, his voice a low rumble.

“Always, Jongho. I’ll always be here for you,” she replied, her voice just as soft.

Y/N leaned in, her lips meeting his in a tender kiss. Jongho responded eagerly, his hands finding his way to her waist pulling her closer. The kiss deepened growing more intense as the seconds passed. He could feel the tension in his body morph into a different kind of heat.

Y/N pulled back slightly her eyes dark with desire. “Let me help you relax some more,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Jongho’s breath hitched as Y/N straddled his lap, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel her breath hot against his skin and his hands instinctively gripped her hips, urging her closer.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.

“Shh,” she murmured against his skin, her lips trailing kisses down his neck and chest. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hands worked deftly, removing his shirt and running her fingers over his toned muscles. Jongho’s head fell back against the couch, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensations she was eliciting from him. Y/N’s lips continued their path down his torso, her touch igniting a fire within him.

Y/N’s hands moved to the waistband of his pants her fingers teasing the skin just above. Jongho’s breathing grew heavier, his anticipation building with every passing second. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire before leaning in to capture his lips in another kiss.

Jongho’s hands roamed over her back pulling her even closer. He could feel the heat of her body against his, the friction driving him wild. With a swift motion he flipped heir positions, laying her down on the couch beneath him. Y/N gasped, a smile playing on her lips as she looked up at him.

“My turn,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

Jongho’s hands moved to her shirt lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes filled with adoration and lust. Then he leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss as his hands explored every inch of her skin.

The world outside ceases to exist as they lost themselves in each other. Every touch, every kiss was a testament to their love and desire. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by the overwhelming need they felt for one another.

As the night wore on, Jongho and Y/N found solace in each other’s arms, the connection deeper than ever. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love they knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other to come home to.





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Just A Little Kiss

This is inspired by this post by the amazing @thewhumpcaretaker <3

Please go and check it out. You might find something you'll like. Well, I liked everything and chose "Cumming untouched from a forehead kiss" for my oc's Romano and Luna. I had to write it immediately, I felt a spark in my mind and just thought it was perfect for them. So, yes, here it is, Romano x Luna ^ ^

Warning: It gets explicit, so it's a smut with soft moments. Enjoy ;]

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All of Romano's worries seemed to fade away, all of his inner pain was silenced like this. He could hear his own heart beat, his shaky breaths, his muffled noises and Luna's soft murmuring.

Nothing else mattered except this very moment.

“There you go, very good,” Luna praised as she slowly stroked Romano's dick, noticing how he finally relaxed. He really needed it, just any kind of touch from Luna. Even a little soft peck was enough to make him eager for more, just to feel her warmth.

They were both clothed, except Romano had his pants unzipped and boxers pulled down enough for Luna to stroke him.

Sitting on the big bed of a nice hotel where they would spend a day or two when they needed their time, Romano had his legs spread with Luna next to him, kissing and touching him.

“Is this okay? Like this?” Luna asked softly as she rubbed his tip.

“Yes,” Romano sighed in pleasure, feeling how he was blushing. “You're so good.”

Luna chuckled, pressing a kiss on his cheek, nuzzling her head against his. Romano hummed softly, nudging his head in a way of asking for a kiss and Luna understood. She kissed him tenderly on the lips before her lover whined quietly and teased with his tongue if he could get a deeper kiss.

“You're needy, aren't you?” She teased and allowed him to get some control of the kiss. He whimpered into the kiss, caressing her face as he licked gently into her mouth. He loved affection, loved when he could be like this with her, feel her touch, feel her breath, her pulse, her warmth, everything.

“I- aah…” Romano broke the kiss to moan softly when Luna rubbed him slightly faster. He pushed his face into her shoulder, whimpering and gripping onto her shirt with his other hand.

“Shh, just let yourself enjoy.” Her voice was just above a whisper, it was so soothing, it made Romano shiver. She pressed a few more tender kisses on his head, murmuring praises as she continued to rub him, feeling how his dick twitched out some precum.

“Luna…” Romano whimpered quietly into her neck, trying to give a warning that he was getting close and she stopped. “Touch me… please,” he begged, pulling back to look at her, giving her his puppy look that she couldn't adore. He probably wasn't even trying to look so cute and hot at the same time but he succeeded.

“I got you.” Luna reached for his tie, untying it while she kissed him. Then, his buttons, one by one until his chest and the rest of his torso was visible. “I missed seeing you like this.” She went through his chest with her hands, he was so touch starved since even that made his breath hitch.

She guided him to lean back on his forearms, admiring how he obeyed. He always does and that was something she loved about him. He would listen and do what he was told.

“I'll take care of you tonight, okay? Just tell me what you want and how you want it.” Luna started with neck kisses while running a hand all the way from his chest to his pelvis. He was still so hard, his dick resting against his hip and throbbed to her brief touch on the tip.

“Just need you,” Romano breathed out, trying to control his breathing. Luna was everywhere on him, it was getting overwhelming but in the best way possible. He pressed a peck on her cheek, nudging her lighty to press their foreheads together.

Luna caressed his face as she pressed her forehead against his. They stayed like that for a minute before Luna's hand traveled down to his belly to give him gentle scratches, just brushing her nails over his fur. She heard him whine so she silenced him with another kiss, a long deep kiss that left him breathless.

She was only caressing his body and his face, she hadn't touched his dick in a while but he was still leaking precum on his hip. She thought it was adorable. If she continued like this, he might just come from that.

“Luna,” Romano called softly when she stopped kissing him, asking for more.

“You want kisses?” Luna asked as she nuzzled her head against his neck.

“Yes, please…” Romano replied, although he still offered his neck for her to do whatever she wanted.

“You're adorable, you know?” She nipped on her lover’s neck playfully, making him moan quietly. “So good for me, too.”

She cupped his face, seeing how needy he looked, his eyes were telling everything. First, a few soft pecks on his cheeks, his muzzle, lips, he was already shaking from that.

Then his forehead. He tried to warn her, but all that came out was a desperate whimper that turned into a sob once he felt her lips on his forehead. That meant only one thing.

He came. Untouched, just a gentle kiss on his forehead got him shaking into his first orgasm.

“Oh?” Luna pulled back, looking at the mess he had made. He was trembling and whining from the aftershocks of his climax.

“I-I’m sorry,” her lover panted, his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. “It just- it felt so good, I couldn't help myself.” He tried to hide his flushed face with his hand.

Luna hummed in response, moving his hand away from his face and pressed another kiss on his forehead. “That's okay, baby, no need to apologize.”

“Sure?” Romano asked innocently.

“Of course. I think that was rather hot. I didn't even touch you… just a little kiss and you came.” Another peck on his forehead and his softening dick twitched. “I'll definitely try to use that more often on you then,” She smirked at him, holding his face, making him look at her.

“Yes… yes I'd love that.” Romano nodded, his tail wagged against he sheets. He was getting too cute.

“You're too sweet,” Luna murmured and nuzzled their foreheads together.

“I'm gonna come again if you continue acting like this,” Romano said, already feeling himself getting hard again.

“I'd like to see you try, handsome,” Luna winked at him, she was up to this challenge. After all, the night was long.

[newtabfics]

Could I ask for a drabble with drunk Astarion? It was adorable how he got drunk from a bear. I wonder what would he do if he got even more drunk later in the story? What would do his female Tav, would she make fun of him or get drunk too? Thank you in advance!

In my personal headcanon: Absolutely would get teased for it. But I'm feeling a type of way today :3

Basically, they're all at an inn for this.

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Triggers for I guess drinking, mild angst. basically going into astarion's thoughts and fears about not being a sexual being.

His stumbling into her arms made her sigh as she helped him to his room. "You're drunk again. What happened?"

"Some...guy...he was drunk first," Astarion slurred, leaning into her. He nuzzled against her hair and gently pressed a kiss behind her ear. "Gods, you're so sweet to me. Makes me love you so much."

Her cheeks warmed at his words as she helped him to his room. They were lucky they could afford separate rooms. After the camping, it felt needed for everyone.

Though, as she helped him into his room and gripped her hips, she felt that desire building again. "You're drunk, Star," she said gently, guiding him to his bed.

"You're drunk, Darling," He giggled out as she helped him sit. "Ooh. Gonna take advantage of me?" He joked. His eyes flickered a slight as a panic rose in his chest.

Tav smiled gently and knelt down, carefully removing his boots. "Let's get these off," She said softly.

He watched her through rosy vision. It was startling. She was so careful with him, not letting her touch linger too long. He could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted to be intimate with him again...

"Do you hate me?" He mumbled out.

"No, Astarion," She said firmly as she set his boots aside before reaching up and helping him out of the padded overcoat. "Let's get this off. You can't sleep in armor. You'll be fussy in the morning."

Astarion felt his throat tighten as he reached up and touched her hand. He couldn't grasp it still. She was so careful. Her hands stopped, letting him do what he needed. It was like she refused. to move now without his permission.

"Why...not?" he asked softly. "You could...whatever you wanted."

Tav looked up at him from her kneeling position as she gently took his hands into hers as she rested them on his thighs. "Because you keep asking that," She said. "Astarion..." She blushed a slight. "You mean so much to me. You're the first to...to really look at me. And you didn't have to. You said you wanted us to be real. I want us to be real too."

His heart fluttered when she gave a gentle kiss to his knuckles before resting her forehead against them. "I'm not going to do anything, because that's not what you need. and I think you know that too, My Shining Star."

Astarion's face went red at the nickname. "W-Why do you keep calling me that?"

Tav smiled and shook her head. "No particular reason," She giggled.

"What? But I wanna know," he whined.

Tav's soft laugh made his heart melt as she carefully got off the overcoat, leaving him in his loose shirt and pants. He gulped and looked at her, eyes flickering with anxiety as he studied her. His eyes glanced to her neck, seeing the familiar fang bruising on her flesh.

"I feel like I owe you," He sighed, gently tracing the marks. He watched her shiver and still. It was like she was reigning herself in for him. His heart dropped as he thought about how he was neglecting her. How he could do better or--

"Astarion," She said firmly, reaching up and cupping his face as she adjusted. She stood and his hands tenderly found her hips as her lips pressed against his forehead.

He shivered and hugged her close, burying his face against her stomach as he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I'm a mess," He muttered.

"Don't be sorry," She sighed, running her fingers through his hair as she held him. "I just want you to be comfortable again. I'm never going to make you do anything you don't want."

Her words stopped. She almost wanted to think of something else to add to the statement, but even unsaid, she had spoken volumes more.

Tav smiled as she watched him starting to fall asleep against her. "I'm going to tuck you in now, alright?"

"Don't go..." He muttered into her stomach. His hands clutched the back of her shirt, almost cradling her close to him. "Just...stay?"

She smiled and kissed her head. "I can do that." She hummed as she lay with him in the bed, watching him cling to her. "next time, you're not going out for blood alone though," She told him with a gentle look. "Or at least, maybe don't grab a drunkard."

Astarion smiled softly as he felt the alcohol already clearing out of his mind. He couldn't tell her that his vampirism made him process alcohol so much faster and that it was a buzz. Not after it meant he could be wrapped in her arms and feeling her hands through his hair.

maybe he'd tell her in the morning once his mind stopped reeling.