#the whole world felt like it was at the tip of my fingertips moving with every turn of a page

[imblocking-you]

Percy Jackson show coming out literally is like digging down and unearthing my roots, it was so formative for me, been there through a lot of transitions and phases, through meeting the most important people in my life now, getting to know myself and the world around me, life was so great, but i've grown up and come to know that life continues to be great.

The world doesn't end at 17.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Second part to this (direct continuation)

NSFW, minors do not interact

Fem!reader x zandalari troll, fingering, squirting, size kink

“So tired just from that?” Daz’ai’s words were teasing but playful as he watched you wobble and lean on the door for support.

Between having your knees locked the whole time and the thorough job he had done eating you out you were wobbling as if the ship was in a storm instead of docked. You were also in no condition to protest as Daz’ai lifted you up and carried you to the bed where he then carefully laid you down among the pillows.

You watched as he undid his belt, unable to tear your eyes from him actually. It was mesmerizing watching his tattoos catch the sunlight, watching muscles move under taut skin. He moved slowly and with purpose, giving you a sly smile and watching your reaction when he finally stepped out of his pants.

Surprise was not quite the right word, you already had a good idea of what you would be dealing with, but still there must have been a look of shock on your face, which only seemed to make Daz’ai smile more.

“Don’t you worry, I have nothing but time to get you ready. It’s one of my favorite parts” his eyes never leaving your face.

He settled down onto the bed and pulled you close, your back flush against his chest, dwarfed by his size. His knee nudged your thighs apart and you felt him nestle his cock between your legs, rubbing against your still wet folds.

Automatically you angled your hips back, trying to give him a better angle to line up with you, which only made him laugh.

“While I appreciate your enthusiasm, trust me when I say that’s not going to work” the rumbles of his laugh and voice traveled pleasantly down your spine and straight between your legs. “Let me enjoy you like this while you find your legs again”.

Slowly he thrusted between your thighs, the remaining wetness of your cunt let him slide easily. His hand pressed down on to the top of your leg, nudging you squeeze him between them firmly and you happily complied.

Clearly he was in no hurry, lazily thrusting while the hand that was on your leg drifted up and under your shirt. Rough, calloused fingertips gently pinched and rolled one of your nipples and you let out a soft sigh in response.

“Not many humans making their way to Dazar’alor, even with the war over, so what brings you here?” he asked nonchalantly as if he was not currently grinding between your thighs.

Between soft sighs you managed to answer him, “Just needed a change. I went my whole life living in one city, figured it was time to get out in the world”.

Once more his low, rumbling laugh sent pleasant tingles down your spine and left a warmth between your legs, “Now that, that’s something I truly understand” he said.

Tentatively you reached down and ran your fingers along his tip as it poked out from between your plump thighs, feeling the beads of pre cum forming. You pressed his shaft up against your folds and clit more firmly, enjoying the friction as he continued to grind against you.

“And not shy, I like that” he said as he gave your nipple a particularly firm pinch that made you let out a loud moan, “I like people who know what they want”.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from both the long voyage to Dazar’alor and from Daz’ai, though more than happy to let Daz’ai continue with you how he pleased. With how tall he was, your head was only up to the middle of his chest laying like this, making you feel completely enveloped by him as he curled around you. He reached down with his free hand to tilt your face up to look at him, at this angle his tusks got in the way trying to kiss the top of your head, so he settled for just pressing his forehead to the top of your head instead.

It would be a lie to say that you were not at least a little confused by him, he was awfully gentle and affectionate for a hook up.

“So,” you began, “have you been with humans before?”

Another laugh from him pleasantly traveled down your spine from where you were pressed against him, “Many times, I’m actually quite fond of humans, the soft little things you are” he gave the fat of your hip a squeeze with the hand that had been resting on your thigh.

The smirks and giggles from his crew made more since now, an apparent pattern of behavior for him, not that it mattered to you. You had just been curious to see the warship up close, the fact that the captain was handsome and had a things for humans was just a bonus.

“So is this how you usually get someone in bed with you? Invite them to your ship and bring them back to your quarters?” you teased.

“I usually just head to the tavern, find someone interesting, then hope they have a partner who also wants to come along too” he smiled back.

You blushed at his words, figuring it was probably not a joke. He was confident, knew what he liked, and clearly was very experienced, and it was wildly attractive.

Carefully he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, setting you to straddle his hips, and seeing him under you was quite a sight.

Regal would be a good word to describe him. From the little bit you knew of Zandalari culture you knew he was not just handsome to you as a human, but definitely drew attention everywhere he went. He was tall, well muscled with a broad chest and back, and very impressive tusks. You remembered hearing people on the voyage to Dazar’alor giggle over tusk sizes and possible correlations, and well, maybe there was some merit.

A few stands of long white hair had slipped free from where he kept his hair tied up. His tattoos were mesmerizing, the ink shined like gold in the light and you traced your fingers along the lines on his chest. As you touched him he watched you, though you could not meet his gaze, there was something about the glow of his solid colored eyes was just too intense.

“So,” you began, “you have a thing for humans?”

“I do. Is that a problem?” he asked back, his hands on your hips encouraging you to grind against him.

“No, I’m just surprised, I always heard that the Zandalari were pretty insular”.

He snorted, and though it was hard to tell for sure, you were fairly certain he rolled his eyes, “Not insular” he corrected firmly, “We are explorers and keepers of knowledge, we just have our way of life and very few are willing to leave and give it up”.

“Oh” you said softly. His tone was firm, but not annoyed or angry, though it left you feeling like you were a kid back in school being scolded by a teacher for asking a dumb question.

“One of the most important things to us is collecting and preserving knowledge. You cannot build the libraries we have if you refuse to travel and learn about others, and I quite like learning about others, especially hands on”. He moved a large hand up to your breast to gently give you a squeeze and seemingly to make his point.

“And what have you learned about humans?” you asked.

He let out a low hum before speaking, “Humans are cocky, you see a Zandalari and want to start a fight. I’m no fighter, but I’ve sent many cocky humans home with wounded pride.

“And humans come in so many shapes and sizes, unlike Zandalari. My people value strength almost above all else, does not leave a lot of room for different looks, it’s boring. But a human like you? Soft and round, how much better it feels to have soft thighs around my cock, how good those wide hips look bent over, being able to grab on and get a good handful of someone?” his other hand grabbed onto the fat of your hip, “So beautifully different than what I was used to”.

Your face was red hot from the way he spoke, from the way he looked at you with such desire.

“So, my pretty little human, think you’re steady enough now for me to really tire you out?” he asked.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, still worn out from earlier and now overstimulated from his shaft rubbing your clit the whole time, “All yours” you smiled still.

It was surprising how quickly he could move. Before you knew it he had flipped you onto your back on the bed and was seated between your legs. His hands started at your knees and he took his time gently squeezing and playing with your thighs as he worked his way up, occasionally stopping to kiss the tops of your legs. You marveled at his hands, only two thick fingers and a thumb per hand like all trolls, and you were eager to experience what he could do with them.

Daz’ai slowly dragged one of those thick fingers between your folds and tentatively pressed against your entrance. “You’ll tell me if anything is too much, ok?” it was not a question as much as it was a command.

“Ok” you answered back, already panting in anticipation.

The stretch from his finger was incredible and you squirmed under his careful touch as he began to enter you. He paused periodically, anticipating when it was getting to be too much even before you needed to say anything. Occasionally stopping to rub his finger along your wet heat while he patiently waited for you to adjust.

“By the light you really know what you’re doing” you gasped as he slid his finger in a bit farther.

“I’ve had plenty of practice” he gave you a sly smile.

Expertly and thoroughly he worked you over, sliding his finger almost entirely out before gently working in back in and softly rubbing against your cervix once you were able to handle it. Many time he paused just a few inches in to stroke your most sensitive spots, making you see stars. None of his movements were fast nor particularly intense, instead he was precise, listening to your moans and constantly adjusting what he was doing.

As he settled into a steady pattern and rhythm with you, his free hand moved to your clit. His pressure was light as he started, tentatively varying it until he found what really made you moan. Never once did he falter in his rhythm, nor did he look away from your face.

“Just relax, pretty little thing. You’re still so tense, and haven’t I been so gentle with you?” he cooed.

You closed you eyes, just focusing on how incredible everything felt.

It was hard to tell how old Daz’ai was exactly, all you knew was he was older than you, wildly more experienced than you, and that you were more than happy to let him lead.

You could feel how hard you were clenching around his finger as you got closer. The tension in your core building endlessly from his steady pace, enough to leave you panting but not enough to tip you over the edge.

“Please” you begged him for the second time that day.

“Hmmmm? ‘Please’ what?” he asked back, a teasing tone in his voice.

“More. Please”.

“I was going to drag this out as long as I could, but if you’re going to ask so nicely” he trailed off, pressing another kiss to the top of your leg before making sure you felt every bit of him, his steady pace increasing and making your toes curl.

All you could manage was incoherent babbling, strings of “yes” or “oh fuck” as you felt like every nerve in your body was on fire in the most incredible way. The first waves of your release hit hard, your brain locking up and not being able to make a sound for the first few moments, then came a new feeling. A spray of fluids from you that coated Da’zai chest and the sheets under you.

“I’m so sorry! That’s never happened before” you exclaimed in your embarrassment. “I don’t know what- I didn’t mean to”

Swiftly he cut you off, looking highly amused as you babbled on in a panic, “I have that effect on people. And whatever you think just happened? No”.

“No?”

“No” he repeated, a cocky smile now on his face, “Though, now I know I’m the best you’ve ever had”.

Even without seeing yourself, you knew your face was beet red. He was right. He was the best you have ever had and by a wide margin. You had had plenty of good sex in your life, even great sex at times, but Daz’ai’s idea of foreplay was an entirely different thing.

He dragged himself over to lay on his side next to you, pausing only for a moment to use the corner of the sheet to wipe himself off, “Don’t look so embarrassed, it felt good, right?” he asked.

“Yeah” was all you could manage, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest from your orgasm and your embarrassment.

“It’s normal, not something everyone can do, but my ego does like that I must be the first to get you to squirt” slowly he ran his fingers along your hips and leg, “And that was just a finger, imagine how good it’ll feel riding my cock while I play with your clit and nipples”.

You squirmed as you felt your cunt flutter in response to his words, already feeling more wetness forming at the thought.

“I’m going to have so much fun playing with this pretty, soft body” he cooed at you as he tossed an arm over you and happily kneaded his hand into the fat of your hips.

The way he looked at you made you blush more than his words, the intense desire mixed with a gentleness.

“You look so good like this, feeling so good, so pliable and ready for me. Rest for moment, close your eyes and doze if you need, and then when you’re ready I’m going to make sure you come looking for my ship any time you’re in the city”.

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Part 3 in pined post since mobile is fighting me on adding links

[srngrque]

whispers of love.

trent alexander arnold x fem!reader. fluff trent who is yours, yours and yours.

Trent looked more astonishing under the sunlight that gleamed through the curtain that did not fully shade your room. He was sleeping on his stomach as his arm was wrapped around you; with the same sleeping position, you only slept a few inches away but you fully felt the warmth that oozed out from his presence.

In his strong arm, you settled perfectly like a puzzle that found its piece, like you were meant to be in his arm. You leaned his head slightly forward to glance at your man who had been sleeping peacefully. Not helping yourself, you gawked at your lover. Your heart ached at the way he had a small pout formed, his thick lips looking more kissable. You had a small smile gracing your face; letting your eyes linger around the long eyelashes that touched his skin.

It only longed you for his doe dark brown eyes to look at you.

You cooed softly, eyes softening at the man who is an extravagant footballer in the eyes of the public, but as the curtain closed, he was just a man who you are immensely in love with, who is your man.

Before you could shake Trent awake, he rubbed his eyes as he slowly stretched his arms briefly to hold you tighter; you laughed as you could almost lay your whole body on top of Trent. Without looking, you knew his face hung with a lazy smile that reached his eyes.

"Slept good?" You asked gently. Slipping away from his grip, you grabbed a random jersey of Trent that was on the floor. He groaned loudly as he used your pillow as leverage to stare at you having him completely whipped.

Trent eyed you moving to his side to sit at the edge of the bed, next to him. "What do you want for dinner?" He asked reaching his arms wide open for you to cuddle him. You considered thinking of a few meals that are worth making or, you could just force Trent to go back to sleep with you.

But you have already gotten out of bed after being lazy for the whole day. In the utter silence, Trent observed you with his soft eyes glancing at every part that he has kissed, adored, and loved earnestly.

You had settled at the edge of the bed next to him, with no words exchanged. You danced your fingertips on his face, your eyes twinkling in adoration for the love of your life; while Trent lay in silence letting you do whatever you want.

He snaked his arm around your waist to move you forward. "You know what you are?" He asked hoarsely after waking up, his hot breath hitting your skin. You giggled, Trent never failed to amuse you with his thick scouser accent that you have grown to understand being around him and his family.

Your hand tightens its grip on his shoulder, raising your eyebrows. "The best thing that has ever happened to you." You lightly tapped the tip of his nose, jokingly. Trent laughed loudly throwing his whole body on the bed. Annoyingly you smacked his chest, "But I am." You persistent, obviously.

He nodded. Trent calmed himself down, "You are, baby. You are."

With that, the room fell into silence again. Your apartment was still new as you just moved in, so the soft curtains were not helping that was shining bright where Trent kept squinting his eyes.

You straddled on his hip, "Is the sunlight bothering you, sir?" You dramatically shielded his eyes away from the sunlight. Trent chuckled, his thick hand running under your (his) jersey. He smoothly ran his fingertips on your naked back as you gasped at his touch.

"Why? Are you going to protect me from it?" He challenged, raising his eyebrows in question. Your whole heart swam in love as you found yourself loving his face once again. Trent did look the most beautiful waking up just next to you, completely fazed out. You threw your head back, "You know I will be protecting you from anything in this world, baby." You confessed, your tone barely hiding the vulnerability of how honest each word was that traveled through your lips.

"You are my girl," Trent established, "right?"

"I am," You pecked his left cheek. "I am," You pecked his right cheek. "I am your girl." You peppered gently kisses all over his face.

"I love you too, now please cook some food for me." He groaned as his stomach rumbled. You laughed, detaching yourself away from him. You made your way toward the kitchen, knowing it would be him cooking, and you would be sitting on the counter watching him cook.

But really, you do not mind living like this for a lifetime.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

bestie. babe. light of my days. i’m absolutely in love with your “Pretty Boy” fic and just the whole concept of a reader that is more cocky than Steve and gets him flustered and shit. it’s chef’s kiss. and while I’m glad when you write literally anything, I would looooove reading more from this dynamic. but regardless you deserve all the forehead kisses the world has to offer. ❤️🌚

18+

“You look so pretty,” you hummed, pleased and greedy with your gaze, staring down at the boy beneath you.

Steve smiled, bashful, cheeks a rosy pink, eyes a little glassy. You palmed at his chest, happy to touch all the bare skin he had on show for you. You loved him like this, a little desperate, pliable and greedy for you, eager to please and do as he was told. It made your chest rise and fall a little faster, lips bitten and hips rolling over his.

Your underwear was damp, slick and sticking to you, the rest of your body bare. Steve was in the same state, cock straining against his boxers, leaking at the tip as he nudged at your cunt, the hard length of him sitting sweet against your clothed slit.

“The prettiest boy, you know that?” You whispered, fingertip drawing a line over his clenched jaw, the stubble there. “Could just spend all day looking at you like this.”

Steve groaned, eyes fluttering shut, the flush on his cheeks deepening, hips bucking upwards. His hands - that had been lying pliant on your spread thighs - sought more skin upwards, fingers tucking into the sides of your underwear and grabbing the bare skin underneath.

“Baby, c’mon, I can’t— I can’t…” Steve was murmuring, voice hoarse, tongue licking over his bottom lip and you suddenly wanted to spend another hour making out with him, letting him strip you as you pulled at his clothes too. “I’m going fucking crazy, here.”

You grinned and leaned down, breath hitching when Steve took the opportunity to grab at your ass. He looked flustered as you bent to him, tits crushed to his chest, like he hadn’t had you like this a hundred times before. Decades could pass and Steve would still look at you like you were the best thing he’d ever fucking seen.

“You are?” You taunted, lips ghosting over his own, a barely there kiss that had him squirming under you. “Poor baby. What do you want?”

“You,” Steve answered on a breath, desperate. “Wanna make you feel good- can I? Please baby.”

You pouted, nose brushing against Steve’s as you lifted your hips from his, loving the way he groaned at the loss of contact, missing the weight of you on his cock instantly. “Yeah? Wanna make me come?”

Steve nodded, swallowing hard and his Adam’s apple bobbed, eyes fixed on you as you moved. You smiled down at him, pressed a sweet kiss to his lips before shifting up his body. Steve swore under his breath, fingers pushing into the dough of your ass, dragging over your skin as you made you up his chest.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes,” the boy groaned in relief, in excitement, as you settled your knees on the mattress either side of his head. “You’re a dream, Jesus Christ, baby, god yeah, lemme just—”

Steve tilted his chin up, pressed his nose to the top of your cunt, nudging until he found your clit and made you keen. His tongue followed, kitten licking a slow stripe over your underwear, making the damp spot there even wetter. You cried out, unable to help yourself as you grabbed at the headboard and Steve grabbed at your thighs, coaxing you down on him.

“Stevie,” you praised breathily, hiccuping a soft laugh when he groaned into you in reply. You felt his hips kick up behind you, bucking into the air as he tried to gain some release. “Fuck, handsome, that’s it, you’re so good to me, you know that?”

Steve nipped at your thigh, a hand running the length of your spine, up and down until he landed on your ass, gripping tight and making you rock yourself over his mouth. His mouth was made for this, lips pink and soft, plush and ready for you as they kissed over your centre, licking at the seam of skin where your thigh met your cunt.

“Get them out of the way for me, honey, c’mon.”

You could tell Steve was desperate when he got bold like that, voice a dirty rasp, pupils blown wide and lost in you.

You smiled, one hand flirting with the lace edge of your underwear, fingers tucking into the side, ready to pull it out of the way for Steve and his mouth. “Say please, pretty boy.”

Steve whined, a strangled sound that made your cunt clench around nothing. But almost immediately: “please baby, fuck - please, please, show me, yeah? Wanna see how wet you are for me.”

And how could you say no to that? How could you ever even think you could deny the boy anything?

So you hooked two fingers into the lace, pulling it aside and biting down on the inside of your cheek when Steve groaned loudly, looking at your like a man starved. He waited until you could dropped yourself down onto him a little more, his tongue out and flat for you to rock yourself on. His hands curled around the soft skin behind your bent knees, thumbs rubbing encouragingly, and you whined for him.

A sigh escaped his lips, warm air fluttering over you as he dragged his tongue through your folds, pushing the tip of it over your clit, pressing sweet kisses there as you whispered garbled praises and soft terms of endearment.

That’s all he really wanted - hearing you fall to bits for him, coming apart on his tongue. But when you reached back and tugged at his cock, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to behave, if he had it in him to not flip you onto your back and take you the way he wanted to.

No - he waited, patient and glassy eyed until you had him groaning and thrashing under you, only manhandling you back into his lap when you said he was allowed to.

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[moonlovesdeath]

sub!18yo!eren jeager x gn!reader ; s4 spoilers ; nsfw !

imagine eren clinging to you right after he apologized to ramzi. him laying in your bed as he looked at you with his red and puffy eyes, feeling them fill with tears once again. watching your worried expression through his blurred vision, letting you cup his cheeks, cooing at him while your thumbs wiped the warm liquid running down his cheeks but no matter how many times your fingertips moved to stop the tears, they continued to flow down to eren's trembling lips. he cringed at the salty taste as he opened his mouth, speaking for the first time ever since he got here.

"please, make me forget"

you knew what he meant since this wasn't the first time he said something like familiar. you've played this song and dance with eren enough to understand him, his strengths, his weaknesses, his flaws, and his needs. that's why eren found himself screaming into your pillow with pleasure. it was the middle of the night, but eren didn't care. how could he give a single fuck when you fingered his hole so well? the way the tips of your fingers brushed against his prostate made eren sob and clench around you.

your praises didn't help to shut him down either, actually, it was the opposite. eren's sobs got louder when you told him how he's such a good boy for taking your fingers so well. how he's the one who deserves the whole world. he wanted to tell you about the visions he had, the future he saw, and the fact that he will kill more than half of the world. he wanted to let you know he was a heartless monster, a killing machine that was feared by many.

but he knew you wouldn't believe him. how could he be such a monster when everything he will do is to protect his friends? to protect you ? how could he be heartless when he looks at you with hearts in his eyes? when he comes to your room every time he feels shitty because he knows you're the only one who can make him feel this way?

eren didn't even feel you add another finger in. he didn't realize that you sped up and thrust harder. and he didn't even notice the burning feeling that grew in his tummy. he only snapped out of his thoughts when his thighs began to shake and his twitching dick was stroked by nobody else but you. eren let out a final scream into the drool-soaked pillow, back arching into an almost painfully looking angle. but he didn't feel any pain. he only felt pleasure and love. his cum painted the sheets underneath him, your hand still stroking his dick to help him ride out his high. eren listened to your comforting words before weakly tugging at your hand, raspy and used out voice whispering 'too much' before collapsing onto the clean side of the bed. his chest rose and after a few moments of panting, his vision went dark and eren could only think about thanking you once he woke up.

thanking you for making him forget.

a/n : 18yo eren's hair is so pretty ugh :( also, this is my first time writing smut (you can tell) so sorry if it's not perfect ♡︎

[lfghughes]

Stay Forever

a/n: got a little barzy request about moving in and it’s been a long while since i got a barzal request

“Mmm, I don’t want to go to practice.” Mat stirred next to you, his fingertips traveling up and down your spine. You seconded his statement, last thing you wanted was for either of you to leave this bed especially when soon enough your time here would be coming to an end once again. Living in a different city had its challenges. It could definitely be worse but a three hour drive was still rough especially when it was mostly you making the drive.

Not that you were blaming him at all but during hockey season you understood he couldn’t just come and go as he pleased and there was no way that after a game he’d want to drive three hours to your place so you usually made the sacrifice. Again it could be worse but this was still tough. “Are you still planning on heading back home later today?” He asked and you could hear the tone in his voice was slightly on the down side. 

It would definitely be another week before you’d be able to make it back down since you had a few projects you needed to focus on this week and you knew Mat wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. “I’m probably going to head out as soon as you go to practice so I can beat the traffic.” You could still feel his finger tips on your skin as he cleared his throat slightly like if he was nervous.

“I’ve actually been thinking that maybe we should start thinking about maybe you moving in with me. That way you don’t have to drive as much and I mean there’s plenty of space here for you to work and do your own thing.” The idea was beautiful but there was also a big part of it that made you feel anxious. You had lived with an ex before and it clearly hadn’t ended well. Not that you saw yourself and Mat breaking up but living together changed a lot of things. 

You pulled away slightly from his touch and a frown grew on his lips. Immediately you felt the guilt settle in. “I don’t know, I have to think about it. I like my place, you know. I know it’s far but I’m not sure if I’m ready to change my life yet.” Maybe not the right set of words for this moment. “I mean I want to. It’s not that. I just…living together will change so many things and what if it’s not for the better.”

Luckily, Mathew knew all about your previous relationship and he knew how it affected you and the insecurities you had now so right away he knew why you were worried. “It’s going to be a change but not a big one. I mean you’re here pretty much every weekend but hey we can do a slow move in. Whatever makes you comfortable.” His expression had softened and you knew that he would let you take this at your pace which meant the world to you. “I really have to get to the rink, but just think about it. You already have a key and half your stuff is here but whatever you need, I’ll do it.”

With all that being said, Mat slipped out of the bed going off to his practice and leaving you with your thoughts. He had a point and even though it wasn’t ideal you could pay rent on your own place for a few more months until you were sure this was a good idea and once you felt more comfortable you could sign the lease over to someone else. You knew you could trust him but seeing how he was willing to move at a slower pace and the fact that even if you did say no he wouldn’t get angry made it so much easier to make a decision. You took out your phone sending out a quick text to him “What about we try this whole moving in thing next weekend?”

[theltghost]

CHEMICAL REACTION | König x m!reader

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Bro idk how this happened I guess I just love men a lot 🫶🏼🫡. Anyway.

Fluff but also slight spice just enjoy the ride babe

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Focus Focus Focus… focus focus!

The masked male, who’s eyes were hooded over ever so slightly as he engaged in a dumb conversation with his friends, lazily dropped his hand to his thigh- laughing with a quick head toss backwards. His words, though not even audible due to the feelings you were wrapped in, were low and gravely, making your stomach twist and turn, that heat that was in your cheeks traveling down your body, passing through shoulders, arms, and stomach, even making its way down into your fingertips. There was something so toxic about the calm and cool sniper in your barrack that was dragging you deeper and deeper into his spell.

“Evergreen… he controls me….” your headphones betrayed you, the words filling your senses- though, only in one ear. Purple and yellow blurred your vision as the feeling of warm satin wrapping around your waist and abdomen engulfed you. What was this feeling? Why was the man in front of you so enticing? Why did your whole body yearn to be closer? Who knows. With a quick tug on his sleeve, the man who’s head was tipped back, peeked over to you, a quizzical look on his face.

A soft “oh” resounded through the now dim atmosphere, his hand slipping onto your waist to pull you impossibly closer. “My little maus here needs some help finding something outside, I’ll be back” he muttered, completely uninterested in whether they approved or not. The soldiers surrounding him nodded and whistled in acknowledgement, not sparing a glance as he slipped a finger through your belt loop, dragging you out of the room and into the empty corridors. Of course you tried to shake off the burning in your throat and fingers, but couldn’t. This type of closeness felt like a burning lake of fire on your skin.

Your eyes fixed on his slim fingers, the heat that pooled your stomach moving to your face again, that familiar shade of crimson blossoming across your cheeks and nose. Once you were out of view from anyone and in a secluded area, he carefully pushed the sniper hood off of his head and tossed it over his shoulder, smiling down at you with adoration.

He pushed you against the wall in an instant and made you look up, rough fingers delicately guiding your chin to meet his lips in a gentle and chaste kiss. It was short and sweet, but sent electricity through your veins, feeling like the world went quiet; the earphone long tossed over his shoulder to dangle.

“never change schatz. I love seeing your flustered state and those pleading eyes just for a moment of privacy- just for a kiss. God it’s intoxicating… look at those eyes..”

It all came out as a murmur and you felt like you might throw up from how scrambled your stomach felt. This felt unreal. His hand pressed to the warm jumper that adorned your frame.

“Please..”

And that’s how you two were left, lips locked in a needy and loving kiss, your hands gripping harshly at his soft locks, thumbs dancing over his soft skin. It was romantic. A fairy tale. Impossible love that felt inhuman. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 25 of ? | masterpost

word count: 1904 | ao3 link | fic's playlist

"Damn, I want you in my life forever. If I don't turn sterile from all the booze, let's have a bunch of kids, yeah? Once I make it big and stack up some cash, Nore, I'll give you the world. Bet I can even make your mom like me." “Wait, are you low-key proposing, Mustaine?” I chuckled softly, and he beamed, pure adoration in his eyes before locking lips with me again. “Just give me a few more years, Burton, and you'll see,” he murmured, and I burst out laughing.

✦ summary: Nore makes an important decision regarding her feelings for James and Dave.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle, mxf sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, fluff, romance

✦ a/n: I've been releasing a lot of angsty, longer chapters lately. This one is a shorter, calmer one so we can have a bit of a break this week (but the angst isn't over, friends!). Hope you guys liked it, feedback is welcome! 🖤

✧ say you want me too, dark blue ✧

The morning sun sneaked through the bedroom curtains, casting warm spots of light on the floral-patterned bedsheets, the dark wooden wardrobe door, and my boyfriend's ginger hair. His hands held onto my thighs firmly as his tongue ventured between my legs, exploring the warm wetness leisurely. A sharp moan escaped my lips as a slow contraction rippled through my womb, and Dave chuckled softly, his breath against my skin sending delicious shivers down my spine.

His lips trailed up my body, planting small kisses along the way until they met mine. I sighed as his tongue slipped into my mouth, moving in sync with mine as I clung to his arms tightly.

"Dave..." I moaned softly, burying my face in his neck when he penetrated me, releasing a low sigh as he grasped my hips firmly. He tenderly kissed my cheek, capturing in his kiss a single tear of pleasure that had rolled down my face.

"Love it when you moan my name like that," he murmured, his voice husky. I moaned again as he started to move, my fingers gripping his hair as I pulled him into another kiss. He groaned softly, tightening his hold on my hips before lightly biting my lower lip. "I love fucking you... Oh, fuck."

He picked up the pace, the strength of his thrusts leaving me breathless as I softly moaned his name. His lips found my neck, leaving marks on my soft skin, his fingertips tracing slow circles around my clit, making my thighs tremble and my entire body tense. I let out a low exclamation as he brought one hand to my neck, squeezing it just enough to leave me breathless.

"Dave, ah!" I flinched as he thrust, the force of his penetration sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I opened my eyes, meeting his intense and focused gaze, his face flushed, and his lips slightly parted. He tightened his grip on my neck a bit more, making me open my mouth in surprise, holding onto his arms tightly as my eyes filled with tears of pleasure.

"Say you're mine," he growled, his voice muffled. I nodded, but that didn't seem to satisfy him. He let out a low moan, resting his forehead against mine, his hand moving down to my hip and pulling me forcefully against him as he moved inside me.

"I'm yours, oh, fuck, Dave, I'm all yours, oh my God... " I moaned, shuddering as I embraced him, pulling him closer as my orgasm made my body contract in waves, sweet nothings leaving my lips just for him, tipping him over the edge as well. He groaned low as his own orgasm followed, his body shaking and his thrusts becoming sloppier, his mouth searching desperatly for my kiss as I felt his seed fill me up. I moaned into his mouth, my whole skin burning hot as he slowed down, moving his lips to my breasts and then my neck, kissing the red marks on my skin softly before pulling out and laying beside me with a low moan.

I let out a sigh, my low laughter blending with the soft tickle of Dave's hair against my cheek. His lips peppered my neck and collarbone with small kisses as he pulled me into a snug hug, a grunt escaping him. Stroking his hair, I sighed contentedly.

“Missed this, you know,” Dave's lips pressed a kiss to my forehead, and I chuckled softly. “Barely caught a glimpse of you these past weekends. Always caught up in something…”

“Me?” I smiled, pulling back to meet his warm, honeyed eyes reflecting the sunlight.

“You, miss,” He replied, affection coloring his voice. “Been a bit worried lately, haven't you?”

“How do you figure?” I murmured, furrowing my brow. He gently placed a hand on my cheek, drawing my face closer and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“Simple. You stopped singing whenever you're distracted. Now you're always quiet…” Another kiss followed, and he whispered, “Miss your voice, little bird.”

My face heated up, my heart racing, and without thinking, I cupped his face in my hands, bringing him in for a kiss. I let out a contented sigh as his tongue took its sweet time exploring my mouth, his arms pulling me close. My stomach churned in excitement as I felt him getting hard again.

“Baby,” he breathed out against my lips, a half-laugh in his voice. “Trying to throw me off my game?”

“Working like a charm?” I teased, and he chuckled, planting a kiss on the tip of my nose, making me giggle.

“Seriously, though. What's eating at you?”

I chewed on my lip, uncertain. Lately, I had been keeping a lid on more stuff than I wanted to spill to Dave – first, my mom waving cash at my education, then that unexpected kiss from James, and now the weird mix of emotions swirling in my heart after Pat's party. I didn't want to worry him, didn't want to hurt him. But I should’ve known that Dave would catch on; I'd never been good at hiding my feelings, and he'd always been good at reading me like an open book.

I knew I couldn't talk about James' kiss, or the "I’m in love with you" bomb he almost dropped, at least not for now. Just mentioning his ex-bandmates was enough to rain on Dave's parade, and I didn't want to picture the storm if he found out about his ex-best friend's crush on his girl. That, I figured, I could handle on my own.

Meanwhile, I'd been avoiding opening up to Dave about my mom's offer. For one, I wasn't sure if I'd take the bait, even though it was tempting. If I did say yes, it meant less time together for us, and I wasn't sure how Dave would handle that. Despite gradually building up a new circle of friends in LA, we were still each other's sanctuary. Messing with that made me nervous, but pretending things maybe wouldn’t change felt scarier.

"Well..." I hesitated, then decided to spill. "Remember when we visited my parents?"

"How could I forget?" he quipped. "Your mom didn't give you the 'dump him' speech, did she?"

"Come on!" I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Nope, not that. Actually, she threw an offer my way... She wants to fund a university course for me. Any course, anywhere. But, in return, I've got to dip my toes into the family business. Learn the ropes, handle things, be the boss when the time comes..."

"And you said yes, right?" he asked, and I blinked, caught off guard. He furrowed his brow, intrigued by my reaction. "Hold up, are you still on the fence? C'mon, you're always raving about how much you love art... This is your golden ticket to do your thing. If I had a shot to study music like that..."

"Would you take it, even if it meant us going our separate ways?" I questioned, my heart squeezing as tears threatened to spill. He looked at me, clearly taken aback by my response.

"Wait, is that why you're hemming and hawing? 'Cause you're afraid it might split us up?" he asked, and I nodded, my cheeks warming as my eyes teetered on the edge of releasing the held-back tears.

"It's just... If everything pans out, you'll be hitting the road with Megadeth soon. And I... I'll be buried in my studies. Not sure how we'd juggle it all."

"Hey. We'll sort it, alright?" He tilted my chin, planting a sweet kiss on my lips before shooting me a grin, and I couldn't help but grin back. "Damn, I want you in my life forever. If I don't turn sterile from all the booze, let's have a bunch of kids, yeah? Once I make it big and stack up some cash, Nore, I'll give you the world. Bet I can even make your mom like me."

“Wait, are you low-key proposing, Mustaine?” I chuckled softly, and he beamed, pure adoration in his eyes before locking lips with me again.

“Just give me a few more years, Burton, and you'll see,” he murmured, and I burst out laughing.

God, could you actually be in love with two men at once? Despite all the crazy feelings I was catching for James, every time Dave and I were together, it was like this certainty hit me full force — I loved him, and he loved me right back. Lying there in bed, talking about some far-off, dreamy future, all the emotional messiness with James felt like nothing more than a small setback. In that happy moment, all the distance and pain from the past months seemed like it couldn't touch us. I'd figure it out, I told myself. I’d reconcile my connection with Cliff, my friendship with the guys, and keep my love for Dave intact.

I would choose Dave. Of course, I would. How could it be any other way? How could I doubt the love I had for him, even if just for a second?

And, anyway, hadn't the chances between James and me already gone down the drain before they could even take off? Recalling the bitterness in my words and the hurt in his eyes the last time we crossed paths, I was skeptical that things could stay the same way between us. Maybe he should just give in to Pat's moves, dive into a relationship, and erase the words we shared in those stolen moments at the party from his memory. Perhaps it'd be simpler to let me become just an old friend, his bandmate’s cousin, someone he used to be close to.

It hurt, but wouldn't it be easier that way?

"You're pouting again," Dave pointed out, and I blinked, snapped out of my thoughts. "Sure it's just your mom's offer bothering you? Or is it James and his new girl?"

"What?" I blurted, caught off guard, my heart doing a sprint, and my cheeks heating up, Dave's watchful eyes studying my face. How did he always nail it? "Dave, what are you on about?"

He shrugged.

"I know you and James are tight. And I know Pat and her friends too. Word on the street is she's claiming the Metallica guy as her man... Wasn't a brain-buster to figure out who that is."

"Do you think I'm into James?" I asked, my voice a bit shaky, my forehead scrunching up. He raised an eyebrow.

"Are you?"

"I'm into you," I shot back, wrinkling my brow. The sudden relief in his eyes caught me off guard, stabbing at my heart. How long had he been sitting on that suspicion? How could I even consider admitting that he was, even a tiny bit, onto something? I couldn't put him through that. I just couldn't. "Dave," I whispered, grabbing his hands in mine. "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice a little husky, pulling me in closer with a determined grip, a surprised laugh slipping out of me. "Only you, Nore. I only want you."

I sighed as Dave kissed me, his hand firmly in my hair as he settled back on top of me. His warmth surrounded me, his scent enveloping me entirely, his lips exploring me as if it were the last time, his low voice assuring me that I was his, only his, and no one else's.

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[jessfromouterspace]

kinktober/flufftober mashup - all bg3 vibes

round one goes to love confessions/hand jobs with gale (ao3 link)

His frustration pours from his fingertips as he flips the pages of yet another tome, silently pleading with the books to bring him something, anything, regarding their current predicament.

"You're not going to intimidate the information from the pages, dear." Tav quips, reaching across and pulling the book from his hands, gently tossing it aside. "Call it a night, would you?" She takes the opportunity found in his exasperation to take the books place in his lap, the privacy of his tent allowing them closeness without any prying eyes.

Her legs wrap around his waist, his own opening up to allow her to settle to the floor with little space between them. With a deep sigh he accepts that his frustration isn't getting them any closer to solving the whole tadpole, cult, end of the world thing.

"You do make a compelling argument, despite how much I despise having a book taken out of my hands." His attempt to be stern is ruined by the warmth in his eyes and up turn of his lips. He leans into her touch as she takes his face in her hands, fingers grazing his jaw, thumb swiping over his bottom lip. Her only reply comes in a soft kiss, his chin held firmly as her lips press to his.

His own hands begin to wander, one pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, the other wrapped with his arm firmly around her hips. He's using what strength he has to pull her flush to him, letting her feel his heart thump through his chest and the gentle roll of her hips tells him she also felt him harden against her.

She lets out the softest moan as she moves against him, causing his breath and hips to stutter. Her hand reaches between them, undoing the laces of his trousers, but not yet reaching inside, but instead using her knuckles to caress him through the soft cotton.

"Gale..." Her voice is on the edge of breaking. "I, you - this -" She struggles to get her words out, opting to kiss him deeply, his lips parting immediately for her. "I want to tell you something." Her lips ghost over his, her eyes closed as if she's ashamed of the emotions threatening to spill from her.

His hips move of their own accord, bucking against her hand while he places soft kisses to her lips, cheek, forehead, while he gives her time to find her words, not wanting to rush her.

"May I?" He asks after her silence drags on too long for his liking. She nods, finally slipping her hand inside his trousers, taking his length into a firm but soft grip. His throat betrays him, a groan escaping as she begins to stroke him, her thumb rubbing over the tip with each stroke.

"I love you, too." He nearly whimpers as she pumps him harder, both reward and punishment for his thievery of her confession.

"You just have to know everything, don't you?" She feigns offense as he threads his fingers through her hair, pulling her into a crushing kiss. "I love you." Her voice is but a whisper as she breaks the kiss, her hand working over him quickly, the shudder escaping him letting her know he's close.

"I love you." She repeats, her grip tightening with each stroke, her forehead pressed to his so she can watch him come undone. She feels him still as he finishes in her hand, making a mess of both of their clothes.

"Oh dear." He laughs as he takes in the scene before him. "This isn't quite how I'd planned on making a mess of you this evening." He reaches to pull her shirt over her head. "Good thing it's still early, love." His lips find her throat, a contented hum the only promise of what's yet to come.

[shivunin]

Oh, more prompts? 👀

Well then, what about 15? For Wen and Zevran (or whomever you think would fit best!)

Thank you for the prompt, Arja! This was lovely to write for them, actually; I hadn't planned out this scene yet, but it fit too perfectly to let go of.

So here is "a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss" from this list.

Vincit Omnes

There was a certain sort of cold, clean awareness that Arianwen only achieved in battle. 

She’d heard others speak of this. Expanding one’s awareness across the battlefield was a necessary skill, and when she was really in the thick of things she felt she could see everything from somewhere above it all, like the whole world was engaged in a dance she already knew the steps to. Others did not speak of the euphoria that came with this, the delight she felt when she executed a particular move just so, but that was usually immaterial to Wen. 

But this—right now—was much like that battle-clarity, if it had somehow been made warm and tingling, if it had sharpened only Zevran’s face instead of the whole world. 

“I think I will be better now,” he was saying now, his ears still flushed to the tip, “Much better.” 

How was it that he still wasn’t touching her? 

Wen clutched the earring he’d just handed her and stared at Zevran, drinking in the sight of the fire dancing on his skin like she’d never seen him before. 

Love. She’d thought it many times these past weeks—ever since she’d nearly lost him to Taliesen’s steel—but the word had stayed stuck in her throat, held back by the size of the word. 

Love. 

She’d asked him if his jumbled explanation was a declaration of love, but neither of them had really said it. The word tapped the back of her teeth now, even as the cabochons in the earring pressed hard into the skin of her palm. 

Wen couldn’t speak without the whole phrase escaping, and she’d be damned to the Void if she was going to tell Zevran she loved him while Shale stared them down from the other side of the campfire. She clasped his hand with her empty one instead, the night crystal-clear before her, and dragged him toward the trees without a word of explanation. 

“I hope that this is not the part where you kill me for my impertinence,” Zevran said, his voice giddy instead of wary, “Where are you taking me now, my dear Warden?” 

They stopped just past the treeline, still close enough to camp that someone would hear if they were beset by darkspawn, but far enough for the illusion of privacy. That was all she needed; just a little distance to pretend that they were the only two around. 

He was just so clear before her—the wispy bits of hair he never quite seemed to pull back with the rest, the lines of his tattoo, the tiny striations in his eyes that marbled a deeper brown amongst the gold, the mark on his lower lip which she’d made with her teeth the night before. Tabris wanted to bite him again now; she was a sharp thing, all claws and teeth and steel. She was not made for holding, not softness nor tenderness nor—

No. No, that wasn’t true anymore, and she knew it. 

The gold was warm in her left hand. Wen untangled their fingers and rested her fingertips—only her fingertips—against the soft skin of his cheek. Zevran���ss lips parted just before she kissed them, so his breath traced her lips even before his mouth could. It was the gentlest kiss she’d ever given him, as if pressing too hard would tell him the wrong thing, would somehow make him think that this was still about bodies and weapons and tools. 

Wen only parted herself from him long enough to speak, and even then they were so close that her lips brushed his as she whispered.

“I do love you,” she said, for the first time in more than half her life, “I love you, Zevran; I love you so much.” 

Arianwen didn’t need to wonder; she knew she would remember this forever, whatever came next for them. “How would I know?” he’d asked earlier, and she hadn’t been able to disagree. Love had never made any sense to her; “you’ll know it when you feel it” had always seemed like a means to avoid the question rather than an actual answer.

But Arianwen knew. It felt right now, in a way she never would have been able to explain. She’d never known joy like this before; like wind in her hair and sunlight on her skin and warm gold in her hand. It felt like warm arms around her waist, like breath stirring her hair in the night, like reaching for a hand and finding that it was reaching for her, too.

How could this be anything but love?

For once, he was the one who pulled her hard against him, who tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her. Their teeth knocked together only once before Zevran regained some of his usual skill and traced her lips with his tongue. This kiss seemed to go on and on, neither one of them especially interested in letting go or returning to the others. At long last, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers. 

“I did not understand before,” Zevran said, his voice surprisingly contemplative for someone who was breathing so hard, “I did not think—but of course I feel the same, my love.”

My love. 

Yes—that felt right, too. 

Zevran murmured something else, something in Antivan (which she would certainly be learning once the Blight was over, especially if he was going to keep telling her things in that voice), and kissed each of her eyelids, as carefully and gently as she’d touched his cheek. 

They said nothing more; the important things had already been said. But when Zevran pressed her closer, Arianwen bent her head to his shoulder willingly and let herself be held for far longer than she usually managed. 

There was a clarity to battle—to blood and steel and laughter mixing with groans in the air. But there was a clarity to this, too, to being held and touched and loved, and she welcomed the newness of it even as she took comfort in the well-worn paths of affection they’d forged between them. 

Love. 

Yes; that was the right word for this feeling at last. Wen let herself rest in her lover’s arms at last, and her lips pressed softly, softly, to the pulse that thudded safe in his neck.

[lizpaige]

TORCH - all caps 🐱✨

They were at their townhouse in DC for once. Ronan hated it here, but this was technically Adam’s homebase for work and it was situated on the outskirts of the city, buried in foliage, secluded and quiet despite the location. Some might call it magic…

Their bedroom was cast in a warm glow from the sunroof overhead. Ronan had melted into the sheets the night before, the crisp white sheets, the down comforter, the always-fluffy pillows, the bed just enveloped him. He woke early in the morning to Adam’s arms wrapping around his waist, a gentle squeeze, before slipping back into a deep sleep. Ronan always slept better here. 

He woke slowly, paralyzed from whatever he brought back with him from his dream. He didn’t have any worry, his dream had been pleasant, uneventful, warm summer memories replayed from years ago, Adam’s hand holding his, Opal’s hooves stomping around the dirt of the Barns. Still, a part of him would always be vigilant despite that. He felt something soft cupped in his hands. Almost like a cotton puff or ball of yarn. He felt Adam stir beside him, somehow always in sync with his sleep cycle. 

Adam reached over to sling an arm around his waist, bury his head in his shoulder, grumble a “too early” complaint. Then Ronan heard him inhale sharply, his arm must have brushed against whatever he brought back with him. Or maybe Adam could just feel how coiled tight his body was. 

Ronan watched Adam sit up, gentle fingertips skimming up his forearms and prying open his tight grip. His eyes widened and his lips made a small oh shape. Ronan came back to himself abruptly, gasping. 

“What is it?” He sat up, keeping whatever it was close to him, far from Adam. The ball of fluff moved and his hands opened, dropping it into his lap. Adam reached out to scoop it up before Ronan could protest.

“Ronan Lynch,” Adam whispered in awe, holding the creature up to his face. “Did you dream the cutest kitten into existence?” 

Sure enough, the ball of white fuzz had tiny ears poking out, a small pink nose peeking through, and when Adam pressed the fur to his cheek, Ronan caught the widest blue eyes blinking back at him. 

Mrrp, the kitten chirruped, nuzzling at Adam’s cheek. 

Ronan’s cheeks burned. Every dreamt creature was enamored with Adam from the start. 

“I think this is the most telling thing you’ve ever brought back,” Adam teased, easing the kitten from his face and settling them gently in his lap. “And you dreamt up a shit ton of rose petals the first time we-”

“Okay, shut up, smartass,” Ronan interrupted, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. 

“Fluffy kittens are roaming around in those dreams of yours?” Adam continued with a huff of laughter. The kitten was attempting to climb up Adam’s shirt to be held again and Adam obliged. “Big bad Ronan Lynch dreaming of the cutest kittens in the whole world and-”

“Whoa.”

As Adam eased the kitten off the blanket and raised them up, their fur became a mottled gray and then black, their eyes a mustard yellow, their back paws, buried in fur, were tipped white, the pads of their feet were bubblegum pink. 

“Cool party trick,” Ronan praised, reaching out his hands to take the kitten. “Can you be a bit more badass though?” he spoke to the kitten, ignoring Adam’s laughter. “You’re ruining my street cred.”

Seeming to get the message, the kitten jumped out of his grip and tumbled off the bed onto the floor. 

“Ronan!” 

They looked over the side of the bed to see the kitten transform again, this time their fur faded away and was replaced by bright orange and yellow flames. They were a little fireball with a feline face. Features that were once hidden by fur were now hidden by the blur and heat of the flames. Surprisingly, the fire was not spreadable; the kitten did not leave scorch marks on the floor, the rug, or the bedpost as they brushed up against it. The kitten purred happily, wide red eyes looking up at Ronan for approval. 

“Nice.”

The fire went out. Ronan leaned over the bed to scoop up the kitten with a wide grin and held them out to Adam, who was only barely shocked by the shapeshifting elemental creature, but took the now fur-covered kitten back slowly. 

“What’s her name?” Adam asked.

Ronan hummed, laying back against the headrest as he thought. “I think TORCH - all caps.”

[abominable-space-they]

You're My Moonage Daydream

SpaceDogs

When Nigel got home from work, he found Adam laying on the livingroom floor with all the lights off. He was an uncomfortable mixture of tense angles and loose distracted limbs, watching his home planetarium stars slowly spin, drumming his sternum with his fingertips, and chewing distractedly on the inside of his cheek.

Nigel checked the time. Adam got off work forty-five minutes ago. He'd usually be mostly decompressed by now. He knew that if Adam was still stressed, it was a a rough day, and asking what's wrong, the pressure of answering the question correctly would stress Adam out more. It was better for both of them if Nigel gave him space. So he put on Music. Sun Ra was one of Adams current space band favorites, experimental space jazz wasn't anything he'd ever even thought to listen to before Adam, but he was glad for knowing things like that existed.

When Nigel was n the right mood Sun Ra's mystical cosmic loopy jazz slid over his skin like warm water, soothing, almost hypnotic. He could see why Adam liked it so much.

Once the music was on, Nigel rolled a joint. That was one of his own soothing rituals. Grabbing an ashtray, he laid down beside Adam, setting the ashtray on his chest like he did in highschool, when everyone was laying around drinking cheap beer and listening to Pink Floyd or Portishead.

He passed Adam the joint without complicating things with words. Nigel listened to the way the little quiet popping hissing sound of Adam hitting the joint complimented the music. It was familiar, nice. They sat like that for a awhile, just existing together peacefully.

Eventually Adam rolled onto his side and pressed his palm over Nigel's heart, wiggling his fingers imploringly until Nigel scooped his hand up kissing his palm with reverence while Adam pressed his face into Nigel's shoulder.

"Thank you. I love you, you know"

"Nothin to thank me for beautiful I was just gonna be sittin around bitchin at Darko about numbers n shit. This is better"

"Yes, I think so too...Nigel... I'm so hungry. I didn't eat lunch today. The whole building was way to loud, everything felt like knives in my bones, and I know I should have eaten when I got home but my skin hurt to much to eat after all that"

"you're hungry huh?"

"And now I'm high and I'm starving, probably. But also I cann't possibly move Nigel. It's a fucking problem."

Nigel laughed fondly at Adam's post meltdown silliness, he treasured these little vulnerable moments, when Adam wasn't balancing on the razor edge of the whole world's expectations. When he was allowing himself to just be. It was gorgeous, Adam was always beautiful, but especially so when he was just being.

"Whatcha thinkin bout havin for dinner gorgeous?"

"Jack Kerouac swore that apple pie, ice cream, and coffee Was a complete meal."

"So you want apple pie and ice cream for dinner?"

"Yeah?"

Sometimes Adam felt guilty for wanting things still, even if they were small and easy to fulfill. Nigel would like to kill every single person who ever made Adam doubt the value & merit of his own wants, his own needs. You couldn't barbecue the whole world though. Nigel kissed Adam's finger tips.

"And you want me to order?"

"yes! The screen is so bright, it's so cluttered. That user interface was not designed with autistic people in mind"

"Fair enough babe, you roll us another a joint and I'll get on that damn dumblehopper doofenshmirty delivery app, whatever the fuck it's called and get us pie. Carmel?

Adam eyes went wide, obviously having kind of forgotten Carmel was a thing

"yes!"

Nigel scrolled through their delivery app, mindlessly, he only had eyes for Adam.

"Hey beautiful, I love you"

"I know... that's why you're ordering the pie for me. Otherwise you'd be at some dive bar arguing with Darko about numbers or something"

"I did say that didn't I? "

"You did"

"Hey babe, tell me about Alpha Centauri again while I do this, that's the close one right?"

Adam beamed at him, always delighted when Nigel wanted to hear about the stars, when he remembered little bits about them, because of Adam.

"Ok, Alpha Centauri is a star system in the southern end of Centaurus, there are 3 stars in it: Rigil Kentaurus, Toliman and Proxima Centauri. Proxima Centauri is the one you're thinking of, it's closest, at a little over 4 light years away, but close is subjective. That's not close by any standard except stars."

Nigel, found carmel apple pie, and ice cream, ordered an indulgently obscene amount of both. If Adam wanted pie he'd have so much damn pie. He hoped Adam could feel how happy Nigel was with him. This was better than anything else he could be doing right now. The best possible thing

Maybe wishes do come true, all he'd ever wanted really was this, a love like this, full, reciprocated, reverential.

He just didn't know that he could have anything this precious before Adam, his luckiest star.

Nigel sat back down beside Adam, kissing his ear lobe, just because it was right there and so perfectly Adam

"If I was an astronomer... or whatever the fuck they're called. I'd name every star after you babe"

Adam passed him the joint, kissing him back, face intentionally jokingly serious

"But would you bring me pie and ice cream still?"

Nigel laughed, both surprised and utterly unsurprised and endeared.

"yeah babe"

"oh well then, that's ok... As long as you don't forget the important stuff"

"I would never"

Never not ever, he'd buy Adam apple pie and ice cream every day for forever if that's what he wanted. He'd give him anything really, because Adam deserved everything.

And if Nigel had a single damn thing to say about it, he'd be the one to give it to him, for the rest of their lives

[oceanicxeyes]

It was game, set and match. Who knew something as basic as putting on a show for someone would drive the all-powerful and all-encompassing Alexander King out of his mind? Well – he did. Patrick knew exactly what buttons to push, what things to say, what movements to perform to get someone completely riled up. Truth be told, some of those times was merely because he was bored and other clients lacked the proper confidence to handle him but when it came to Alexander – it felt less like work and more like selfish pleasure. Yes, he was working and getting paid an obscene amount of money to be there at Alex’s beck and call…but the sex didn’t feel as mechanical as it did with others. In fact, he actually did enjoy his time with the other client. He enjoyed teasing him – watching his eyes narrowed with need and feel the huffs and puffs of his erratic breathing down his skin. It was always fun to tease but it was even better when he too got something out of it. The pride of knowing that he was the one leaving a man like Alexander King speechless. The satisfaction of knowing that he was the sole responsible for the hard-on the all-powerful King experienced between his legs. “You want a show, darling?” Patrick’s lips curled into a smirk but he not once ceased his own ministrations. He didn’t need to look to feel Alex’s hand pull the zipper of his pants down to give him more room – exposing the trimmed light brown pubes crowning his fully hard cock, already dripping with some pre-come. “You want to see my face when I cum for you?” Resting more comfortable against the bed and getting himself a better angle, Patrick’s eyes sought for Alexander’s as he ever so casually – like the most normal thing in the world – brought his right hand to his mouth so that he could spit on it right before resuming the stroking motions. Up and down, a little wrist in a corkscrew movement, legs spreading a little bit more before he rose one of them to gently poke Alexander on the chest. “I know all you want to do is sit back and enjoy the show.” Who wouldn’t? “But…” His hand picked up a little bit more speed, his thumb caressing the tip of the sensitive head as Patrick let out the lewdest of moans as he sank his teeth on his own bottom lip. “I can’t take off my pants if you want the show.” His bare foot gently poked Alex on his broad, muscular chest yet again. “Take my pants off, Sir?” The escort knew the whole Sir aspect would drive Alex into a bloody frenzy. But he wanted a show. To see him touch himself as his left hand moved between his legs and past his balls – tempting Alexander even further. “If you want a show, those need to. How do you expect to have the best seat in the house if I’m not fully prepared?” With a devious grin – ever so taunting – Patrick brought his fingertips now glistening with his own precome to his lips, making sure to eye Alexander without blinking as he lapped his tongue over his digits. “You won’t see how bad I’m clenching for you with those on, right? Such a SHAME…”

Alexander, grateful that he’d struck a chord that had Patrick bounding forward, returned the kiss with fire and passion, a moan being drawn out as he’d been taken off guard by the sudden entanglement. Most men wouldn’t move a muscle without his command, which made nights when he was able to get Patrick alone all the more exciting. The escort had a mind of his own, moved at his own will, and wasn’t just a puppet that needed manipulation to perform. It was obvious that others knew just how talented Patrick was, considering finding him available was a damn task in itself, but when the stars aligned and Alexander got himself the night - well he knew each and every time it’d be fucking magical.

Patrick taking control was something that Alexander never disapproved of because he knew the other knew what he was doing. It took a lot to make Alexander actually hand the reins over, but for Patrick he made an allowance, his hands traveling where the staff member had been urging them to go. Muscles, taught abs, every little inch that Alexander explored of the others body leaving him desperate for more. He could survey every last inch of Patrick and still be in awe of just how chiseled and godly the escort was. How he had the time to maintain such a beautiful physique was beyond Alexander, especially considering fucking alone wouldn’t give him that muscle mass, perhaps a visit to his private gym one night to watch the escort workout, just to see how those muscles are so taken care of, what a fucking turn on that could be.

He had to bring his thoughts back to the present though, but there was just something about Patrick that always had Alexander thinking about future encounters, needing desperately to be with him more than just these single nights. He truly craved the escort which could be detrimental to his bank account. He twisted his fingertip and thumb around one of the escorts nipples, rolling and playing with the sensitive nub between his fingers, before moving onto the second one, not wanting either to get jealous of the other. Every last noise that he could elicit out of Patrick was like heaven to his ears and he wanted nothing more than to hear the other sing his praises, but that wouldn’t be until later when he was balls deep inside of him.

The kiss broke and Alexander actually looked disappointed, but for good reason considering how drunk he was getting off the others lips. Patrick’s shirt came off with zero hesitation and that’s when the King found himself truly just soaking in every last sight of the escort. He hadn’t expected what was coming next though, watching Patrick practically melt back into the bed, that hand traveling, the King’s eyebrow raising as it nestled inside of his pants and began touching himself. Well absolute fucking hell, Alexander often asked himself how the escort could be any hotter, not thinking it possible, and then he goes and does something like this…he heard the staff member talk, but didn’t actually catch the words that were coming out because his focus was on those few glimpses that he’d catch when the escort tailored his movements to a specific angle. “Don’t stop,” Alexander spoke, his hand trailing down the others abs, tracing them as he made his way to the others pants zipper, “I want you to make yourself cum for me, Patrick,” because why stop the show too early right? They had all night for everything else and Alexander would make sure Patrick left here completely drained, his hands moving to unfasten the zipper entirely so he could see better. No point putting on a show only to have an obstructed view, he paid damn good money for this tonight.

[andvys]

Love will tear us apart // part ten 

Warnings: fluff, angst at the end

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // mentions of Steve Harrington x fem!reader 

series masterlist

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Eddie’s fingertips were grazing your skin gently. His eyes wide and his lips parted, resting on his side, he was leaning his elbow against the soft pillow as he listened attentively. 

“I didn't know where to go, I ran for what felt like forever. It honestly felt like days of running but I-I was so scared, I couldn't even feel the pain or the blood running down my leg. I knew that this, this thing-”

“Demogorgon?” Eddie asks. 

“Yeah, demogorgon.” you breathe, searching for disbelief in his eyes but there was known “he was behind me- or near me, the whole time. He could smell my blood. I hid and I ran and then I hid again. At some point something else must've caught his attention, I managed to get away and hide.” you explain, the memory was still so fresh in your mind, like it just happened yesterday. 

“Where did you hide?” 

“Uh-” right here “a trailer.” 

“A trailer?” Eddie asked, furrowing his brows. 

“Yeah. I hid there for a while.. I was scared to go out there. I knew staying wasn't an option, no one would come and rescue me but I-I just couldn't, not at first, at least.” you mumble “but then, I went out after putting on some clothes-”

“Wait, were you naked?” Eddie gasps. 

Your eyes widen “no! But all that I was wearing was a stupid skirt and a top that was literally torn apart the moment that thing grabbed me and threw me across my room.” 

Eddie winced at the mention of you being thrown across the room, anger filling his chest. 

“S-So, I grabbed the first thing I could find.” His flannel “and after a while, I-I went out there-”

Eddie listens intently as you continue to tell him about the upside down. How you somehow found the courage to step a foot outside the trailer you were hiding in. Despite the fear and the uncertainty of what else could be out there- you still went out. 

You went back to your house, your room. In hopes that the gate to the other world, your world, was still there but it wasn't, there was nothing but a regular wall, no gate, no way out. 

You remember how scared you were, tears of fear and frustration ran down your face as you ripped the wallpaper off. 

“I went back to the trailer after I realized that I was stuck.” 

You could've gone somewhere else, you could've gone to the police station and look for guns or anything else you could've protected yourself with but instead you went back to his trailer. 

“I think, I stayed there for over a week without moving, I-I just stayed in the same spot.” 

You curled up on his bed and pulled the flannel tighter against your body, shielding yourself from the cold. Unaware that he was laying right beside you, just on the other side. 

“I thought I was going to die there.” Until, you heard him. It was faint at first and for a moment, you thought that you were imagining it, that you were going crazy but he was there, Eddie was there. 

“But then, I heard this s-song, this faint sound of a guitar playing-” 

Eddie furrows his brows, propping himself up on his elbow. His eyes were darting back in forth between you and your notebook that is laying on the nightstand. 

“I heard that voice, sometimes it would be singing, sometimes just talking. It might sound silly but it saved my life.” 

Maybe I was supposed to die in there.. I know I would have died, if it wasn't for him.. 

His eyes still linger on your notebook, realization slowly dawning on him. 

After all, you were the one that kept me going when I needed saving the most. Your voice, your faint voice that I could hear on the other side gave me hope and strength. The song you always played on your guitar, has probably saved my life- 

His eyes move back to yours. His heart skips a beat as he sees the way you look at him, with so much softness and warmth. He touches your soft skin, trailing his fingers up your body, until the tip of his fingers touch the chain around your neck “you were here, weren't you?” he whispers, sounding a little uncertain.

The time around your disappearance was a weird one. The lights in his room kept flickering, at first he blamed it on the trailer, it wasn't exactly luxurious and Wayne complained about the bad and weak electricity sometimes but somehow, Eddie knew that it wasn't that. 

Not only this, but he could almost feel another presence, it wasn't something that made him uncomfortable. It almost made him feel.. safe. For the first time, Eddie didn't feel alone. 

“You were right here.” he whispers as tears well up in his eyes. 

You nod, eyes softening at the sight of the tears in his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry.” he says, hand cupping your cheek “I'm so sorry I couldn't help.” 

“What- Eddie, you saved my life. I survived because of you, you kept me safe!” you whisper “you saved me, you gave me the strength that I needed in that moment.”

His eyes are filled with so many emotions, a tear slips down his cheek as he stares at you. 

He sits up on the bed, pulling you up with him, he wastes no second to pull you into his lap. Wrapping his arms around you, he just hugs you tightly. He is so overwhelmed with emotions, his heart is beating wildly in his chest at this revelation. 

“Eddie.” you whisper, softly. 

“J-Just let me hold you for a moment?” he asks almost weakly as he pulls you in tighter. He buries his face in your neck. 

You nod against him and lean into him, you run your fingers through his hair and close your eyes.

You never thought that you’d ever get to live this moment. You never thought that Eddie would ever search for your touch and for your affection. You never thought that he’d be with you like this.

Just a few days ago, you believed that he hated you. Hell, you believed that for years. And while there were certain moments, where Eddie would treat you with kindness, he would still always resort to his old ways, why? You still don't know.  

A part of you was scared to tell him about all of this, about the upside down, about the way you survived but another part of you felt relieved that he finally knows, that you could finally open up and tell him the whole truth. 

Eddie though, he is plagued by guilt and regret. He doesn't even know everything yet but it’s enough to make him feel horrible. The way he treated you all these years after everything you’ve been through, will be something that he will never forgive himself. 

What if he doesn't deserve you after putting you through all this pain and suffering after the hell you had already been through? 

“I was only able to find Will because you gave me the strength to Eddie.” you whisper. 

Eddie made you strong in a moment where fighting was out of question. You were weak, starved and freezing, you were on the verge of passing out and you might've never woken up again, if his voice didn't pull you back into reality. 

You managed to drag yourself up, you told yourself that you had to fight, that you had to find a way out of there-  you didn't find a way out, but you found Will. You heard his screams and you also heard the loud screeching of the Demogorgon. 

“And, I found him just in time, Eddie.” 

With the axe you had found on Eddie’s porch, you made a run for the forest. You ignored the burning in your lungs or the pain in your injured leg. It felt like you were running forever, the darkness didn't help either. The only source of light was the flashing of the red lightning. 

You had found both Will and the Demogorgon, the monster dragged him out of Castle Byers. The poor boy was screaming, begging for help. You didn't waste a second to lung forward and slam the sharp blade of the axe into the Demogorgon, catching him off guard. His grip on Will loosened as he screeched out in pain and you managed to pull Will up, who looked at you with both relief and fear in his eyes. 

The same fear that Eddie is holding in his eyes now as you tell him everything. How you got the rest of the scars on your body, how you managed to get out. You tell him about El, the gates and about the mind flayer, the ‘mall fire’ and the real reasons behind Hopper’s and Billy’s death.

Eddie is quiet the whole time, something so unusual for him. He just watches wide eyed, trying to process all the information. 

“T-The mind flayer.. it didn't possess you?” he asks after a while.

“No, just Will. He uh- he didn't run when he should have.” you explain “this thing, it was in his head a-and, he stayed, he should've ran but he stayed and it got him” 

Eddie blinks, running a hand through his hair, he stares at you with shocked eyes as he intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“It’s better to run than to stay, sometimes.” you say. 

“You didn't run.” Eddie points out. He reaches his hand out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You are surprised by how gentle he is. A part of you was scared that he’d regret what happened between the two of you and that he might push you away but he was so good to you. So different than how you know him but, it feels natural. Like it’s not the first time. 

“I did, when I had to.” you pause “sometimes, you have no choice but to run, sometimes there's no other way. I don't know how that thing got Billy but I’m guessing he didn't run either.”             

You end up staying up all night, answering any questions that he has. Not shying away from going further into detail, it’s not something you wished to ever do but he seemed to know more than you thought, Dustin has let him in on some things already, so it was no use lying to him and pushing him away, again. 

Just earlier, he didn't believe a word he has read in your notebook and he didn't believe a word Dustin has said either but now it seemed to have changed. He was looking at you differently now than before. 

The overwhelming feeling inside of him keeps growing more and more. He needs time to process it all. To find out that there wasn't just another world but also a bunch of monsters that only existed in his favorite game wasn't just shocking but it also made him question absolutely everything. 

“Are you okay?” you ask in concern.

“Y-Yeah, just- that’s a lot.” Eddie mumbles with a confused look on his face. His eyes settle on the chain around your neck once again and he reaches out to touch it, eyes meeting yours “this is mine isn't?” he whispers. 

You blink as you stare at him nervously. What if he thinks it’s weird that you not only have something that belongs to him but also that you have invaded his privacy, in a way. 

He notices the hesitation on your face, the slightly anxious look in your eyes. He knows exactly what you're thinking. He cups your cheek with his hand and leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

Your eyes widen slightly, heart skipping a beat in your chest. Even after everything that you've done that night, you’re still surprised by his action. 

He kisses you again, reassuring that you that it is okay, that he doesn't think that it’s weird.

“Yes, it’s yours.” you whisper “I only found it after I made it out. It was in the pocket of your flannel.” you explain. 

You didn't keep any of the clothes that you wore when you went messing, you threw them all away, except for his flannel. You took it home with you and found his necklace when you were digging through the pockets before throwing in the washer. 

“And you kept it.” he whispers.

“I did, I kept both the flannel and the necklace. I-It was the only thing that gave me comfort.” 

Warmth filled his heart but there were also tears stinging his eyes. 

All these years, Eddie had treated you horribly. He continuously hurt you and broke your heart. 

He made you believe that he hated you, that he wanted nothing to do with you. He treated you with such cruelty, he threw disrespectful and disgusting words at you. And you? You never treated him any differently, even after all of this. Even after he told you he hated you. You kept your kindness, you never mistreated him, you have always been respectful and sweet to him, despite being hurt by his behavior towards you. 

“You always played stairway to heaven by led zeppelin and you read Lord of the rings- like, every night, think it saved my life.” you tell him, a sad smile tugging at your lips as you look into his teary eyes. You reach out to him, wiping away the tear that is slipping down his cheek. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” 

He opens his eyes and stares at you with his pretty brown eyes. The sadness and the regret evident in his eyes. You don't want him to feel this way, you don't want him to beat himself up over the things he did. 

Maybe you were a fool for forgiving him so quickly, for letting him in when you promised yourself that you wouldn't do it but this is Eddie, your Eddie. He saved you, he made you strong in a moment where you didn't even think that it could be possible.

You might never forget the way you felt all these years but it doesn't matter now. Your love for him is stronger than your grief or the fear of getting hurt again.  

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart. Not after everything I-”

“I love you.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen, lips still parted as he stares at you in shock. He feels his heart stop and flutter at the same time. You love him.

“I love you, Eddie.” you repeat, not because you want him to say it back, no, you don't expect him to say it back. You just want him to know, you need him to know “I always did.”

He speaks your name softly, his voice filled with emotions just as his eyes are. 

“I-”

You cut him off and pull him in, slamming your lips against his. 

Eddie can’t even begin to explain the way he’s feeling right now. His heart is racing now, lips tingling from the kiss, the urge to pull you closer, to feel you closer overcomes him. He lays back and pulls you on top of him, hands resting on the small of your back as you tugs you closer. 

“You don't have to say it back, Eddie, I just need you to know.” you mumble against his lips. 

You know he’s not ready yet and you don't want him to feel pressured to say these words right now. The look in his eyes and his gentle touch is enough for you. 

So, he doesn't say these three little words now but he pours all his love into every kiss he pulls you in this night. He shows you how much he loves you through his touches and through the love he carries in his eyes and when you wake up in his arms that morning, he greets you with the same warmth in his eyes and you know, that everything is going to be okay. 

-

“I can't believe that you’re having a movie night without me!” Robin exclaims as she picks at her fries “and then Steve had the audacity to pick out my favorite movies when he knows I can't make it!”

A smirk tugs at your lips as you watch Eddie and his friends who are sitting right across from you, on the other side of the cafeteria. Even from a distance, you can see the blush on Eddie’s cheeks as both Gareth and Jeff lean in to take a closer look at Eddie’s neck. You know exactly what they’re looking at. 

“I mean, it might be my fault, he kept asking what movie you'd love to see. I mentioned all my favorite, duh.” Robin mumbles “you can thank me by the way, cause if it wasn't for me, he would've picked out Flashdance for the like the 10th time- wait.. do you think he’s secretly into dancing?” Robin wonders as she looks at you with furrowed brows “can you imagine him dancing? I mean he dances at parties but like, full on dancing?”

You lick your lips, smiling at Eddie as his eyes meet yours. He looks at you through hooded eyes, a smirk playing on his lips now. You start blushing as you think of your night together. His touch still lingering on your skin.

“He seemed a little grumpy- hey! Are you even listening?” she asks, snapping her finger in front of your face. 

You jump back a little, turning your head to look at her, you furrow your brows in confusion “what?” 

She raises her brows and shakes her head at you “nothing, forget it.” she mumbles as she looks down at her lunch, picking up her fry, she looks at it in disgust. 

You snort at the expression on her face “why do you keep getting the fries here when you know how gross they are?” you ask with a chuckle. She complains about the fries here, every single day and yet she continues to get them every time. 

“Because I have hope that they might get better.” she pauses, biting into it “but they don't.”

“Clearly.” you mutter under your breath as you look at her soggy fries. 

“Gotta start bringing my own lunch.” she says as she pushes the tray away and leans her elbows on the table, eying you. 

You narrow your eyes at her, brows knitting in confusion “what?” 

Robin squints her eyes, staring at you in silence for a moment. 

“What?” you repeat, chuckling nervously. 

“Hmm, nothing.” 

“Okay.” you mumble, brushing your a strand of hair behind you ear before you prop your elbow against the table, resting your chin in your hand. 

You hear Robin gasp “h-holy shit!” she exclaims “holy shit!” 

“What!?” 

She looks at you with wide eyed, a hand over her mouth as she looks at the marks on your neck “oh my- y/n!” she giggles.

Your eyes widen as realization sinks in, you immediately, cover your neck again. Staring at her with big eyes and a flustered expression on your face. 

She moves her hand away from her face and stares at you with a smirk “who?” she grins “who was it- wait, was it Steve?” she asks with wide eyes, knowing that you have slept over at his house the other day. 

“What? No!” you exclaim, blushing. 

The cafeteria is so crowded and filled with so many voices and laughters but somehow Dustin’s laugh is the one that pulls your attention towards Eddie’s table, again. Robin follows your gaze, eyes landing on Eddie who swats away Dustin’s hand as the younger boy tries to touch his hair or rather his neck. Gareth says something that makes the rest of the boys chuckle as he points to Eddie’s neck. He shakes his head with a smile on his face and then he looks at you. Robin looks between the two of you with a gaping mouth “no way!” she whispers in a hushed voice “did you guys-” she pauses, one look at your flustered face and she knows exactly what happened “oh, you did.” she breathes with a smirk on her face. 

“So, you finally got your shit together huh?” she asks, leaning back in her chair with a proud look on her face and a smile on her lips, one the falls from her face the moment, she grabs another fry and bites into it. 

-

You can’t stop smiling as you think of him. You’re still in shock by everything that has happened since the previous night and today. To your surprise, Eddie had clung to your side from the moment you had woken up this morning. 

You half expected him to keep his distance but he didn't. He begrudgingly parted ways with you. He walked you to all your classes and waited for you by your locker, looking like a kid on Christmas Day when he saw you approaching him. 

He had asked you out on a date tonight to which you unfortunately had to say no to seeing as you had made plans with Steve and the boys. Eddie’s shoulders slumped, insecurity lingered in his eyes at the mention of your best friend but he tried to shrug it off, after everything that happened last night, Steve shouldn't be a worry of his, right? 

“Tomorrow’s hellfire right?” you had asked to which he nodded his head “I can cancel-” 

Your eyes widened, the fact that Eddie was ready to cancel hellfire, something that he would usually never do, warmed your heart, he was ready to do it just to spend some time with you “no- it’s something you and the guys look forward to all week!”

“But-”

“I mean, you can always sneak into my room after hellfire.” you offered, with a shy smile on your face. 

His eyes widened and smirk appeared on his face “oh?” 

“Y-You just gotta be quiet, my brother will be home.” you said “but, I still wanna go on that date.” 

He smiled and grabbed your hand “Sweetheart, I’ll take you out on a date on Saturday, Sunday and every other day that comes after it.” he said “gotta make my girl happy and make up for some things.”

My girl.

“Hello?” Steve waves his hand in front of your voice, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You blink as you realize that the front door is now open, his hand resting on the door frame as he stares at you with a confused smile on his face “what's got you smiling so hard?” 

“O-Oh, hey.” you mumble, trying to hide your flustered expression behind your hair “nothing, just excited for movie night! I brought snacks.” you grin as you hold the paper bag up. 

He chuckles as he takes the bag from your hand “come in. How are you doing? I tried calling last night but no one picked up.” he says as he closes the door “where were you?” 

You shrug your jacket off. Hesitating with your next words, you don't know how he’s going to react when he finds out where you have been and what you have done. 

He notices your reactions and the way you’re avoiding eye contact with him, putting the bag down, he steps closer to you “hey, is everything okay?” he sizes you up slowly, eyes lingering on your neck. 

You covered up the marks that Eddie had left on your neck, not because you didn't want Steve to see them but because you wanted to avoid questions and the awkward tension, especially in front of the boys. 

“Yeah! Everything’s.. fine.” you say. Finally raising your head to look at him, feeling guilty for keeping something from him. You usually told him everything, well, mostly everything. 

“You sure?” he asks, eyes flicking to the small injury on your cheek. The cut was slowly healing but the bruise on your face was a dark purple color now.

“Yes, Steve, everything’s good. I promise.” you say with a smile on your face. 

He eyes you slowly and nods “but-”

“There she is!” 

You turn around and see Dustin at the end of the hallway, a wide smile on his face as he walks towards you.

“Hey!” you smile as you open your arms, his smile widens as he hugs you “aw, I bet you missed me.” he chuckles. 

You laugh at his words, ruffling his hair “definitely missed you and your big ego, Dusty bun.” 

He groans “you know I hate that nickname!” he complains, shaking his head at you as he pulls away from the hug. 

You snort at his words “why? It’s so cute.” you grin. 

“It’s not- wait! Did you bring snacks?” he asks as his eyes fall on the bag “oh, you’re the best y/n, Steve only has those grandma snacks at home.” 

Steve puts his hands on his hips, turning towards Dustin with a frown on his face “grandma snacks?” 

Dustin nods his head as he picks up the bag “yeah.” he mumbles with narrowed eyes “I mean, who wants to eat raisin cookies? Not me.” he mutters with a disgusted look on his face as he walks back into the living room. 

“That was my mom’s snack pantry, dipshit!” 

“Sure.” Dustin chuckles. 

You look between them with an amused smile on your face “you like raisin cookies?” 

“What’s wrong with raisin cookies? They’re chewy and soft-”

“Oh you really are a grandma.” 

“Hey, can you guys stop making out? I wanna watch a movie!” you hear Mike yell from the living room. 

Steve groans, running his hand through his hair, he tries to hide the blush on his face as he turns away from you after mumbling a quiet ‘come on’ before he walks into the living room.

“Dude, shut up.” Lucas mumbles in a hushed whisper. 

“Yeah, shut up- y/n isn't into grandmas.” Dustin says loudly, smirking at Steve who gives him a glare as he walks past the other two boys and joins Dustin in the kitchen who unpacks all the snacks on the kitchen island. 

You shake your head, chuckling at his words. You greet the other two boys as you join them on the large couch, smiling at them. 

Lucas’s eyes widen as he takes a closer look at your face. Mike spilling out a “holy shit, what happened to you?” 

“I-”

“Did someone do this?” Mike asks, pointing to the bruise on your face. 

“I’m-”

“Wait, it’s not upside down stuff-”

“Did I hear upside down?” Dustin shrieks from the kitchen, spilling some of the popcorn as he drops the bag on the kitchen counter before he rushes towards you, plopping down on the armchair.

“What about the upside down?” Dustin breathes. 

“Guys! Let her talk!” Lucas complains as he throws his hands up in annoyance. 

Mike rolls his eyes and Dustin mumbles “yeah, yeah sure.” 

You look between the three of them, eyes wide, you turn to look at Steve who mumbles something under his breath as he picks up the mess Dustin left on the kitchen island. 

Turning your face back towards them, you almost want to start laughing at the way they all look at you “I’m fine, guys. No upside down stuff.” you pause and look at Mike “and no one did this to me.” you lie. 

Dustin’s eyes widen as he eyes the bruise “how haven't I noticed it?” he mutters under his breath “wait, how did it happen?” 

Mike scoots closer, trying to get a better look at the bruise. 

“I left the stupid kitchen cabinet open and forgot, I ran into it.” you chuckle nervously. Surprising yourself at how quick you are to come up with a lie. 

“Okay, that would've been believable if there wasn't a cut.” Mike mumbles. 

Great. You curse inwardly, why do these kids have to be so smart?

“Wait, I thought you fell.” Steve questions as he walks into the living room, looking at you with concern in his eyes. 

Lucas eyes you in suspicion, he had an idea of how it happened or who happened. Seth, you brother, always reminded him of Billy. He is just as unpleasant as he was. Aggressive, abusive and controlling. He has never heard or seen anything that could prove that he is abusing you but just from encountering him a few times, he could imagine what kind of things he is capable of. 

All eyes are on you, making you feel uncomfortable and the only one who seems to notice it is Lucas. Just like Max, you try to avoid any questions, your eyes dart back in forth and you look like you want to escape. 

“Hey, let’s talk about it later.” he suggests “let’s grab the snacks.” he says to you, patting your back, he motions you to follow him and you don't waste a second as you push yourself off the couch and follow him into the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with the other boys and especially Steve, who stares at you in confusion and concern. 

He looks lost. Lately, you haven’t been as close. You were slipping through his fingers and he doesn't know why. 

You sigh in relief as the tension leaves your body again. 

“Thank you.” you mumble, giving the teen a grateful smile. 

“Don’t mention it, I could tell you were uncomfortable.” he says “you don't have to talk about anything but, maybe it could help.” he shrugs as he grabs the bag of m&m’s. 

You gulp, nodding your head “I-I mean, nothing happened.” 

He squints his eyes, clearly not believing you “lying won't make things better.” he pauses “you don't have to talk to us- I mean, I get if you don't want to talk to us about anything super personal but you should talk to someone, maybe Steve,” he pauses again, a small smirk tugging at his lips “or Eddie.” 

You can’t even hide the smile that appears on your face at the mention of his name. 

Lucas chuckles at the look on your face “so you totally made up right? He was insufferable a few days ago, he was moping around, seriously I’ve never seen him this grumpy before,” he says with wide eyes “then, I saw him staring at you with his big sad eyes and he followed you around like some lost or kicked puppy.” 

You can't help but feel guilty for making him feel this way, he brought it upon himself and maybe, others would call you stupid and foolish for forgiving him so quickly but you can't help it. 

“Are you ladies done gossiping?” Dustin shouts from the living room. 

“Nope!” 

-

Movie nights with the boys are anything but uneventful and boring. Dustin tries to scare everyone, as always. Steve, who may or may not dropped the bowl of popcorn a few times whenever Dustin would scream “boo” in his face, continues to sigh in annoyance every single time, playing it off with an eye roll. 

Lucas pays no mind to Dustin but laughs at him whenever he starts screaming himself whenever there’s a jumpscare in the movie. 

“The movie wasn’t even scary!” Mike complains looking at the screen with a frown on his face as the end credits roll. 

“Are you kidding? I’m never going to sleep again! This dude kills you in your sleep!” Dustin exclaims.

“It’s just a movie.” Lucas mumbles, reaching for the chips on the table “Freddy Krueger isn't real.” 

“Yeah.” Dustin mumbles “what if there's someone else like him though? A child killer burned to death who’s haunting people in their dreams? We’ve encountered worse.” he shrugs. 

You and Steve glance at each other “what’s worse than a killer that murders you in your dreams?” he asks.

“Demogorgons.” Mike shrugs. 

“Demodogs.” 

“They're scary but you can kill them.” Dustin says “what're you gonna do when someone tries to kill you in your dreams?” 

“The upside down is worse than Freddy Krueger.” 

“Yeah, but-” Dustin suddenly stops, eyes widening “speaking of the upside down,” he mumbles as he turns towards you “how did Eddie find out about it?” 

“What?” Steve exclaims loudly “Munson knows about- what?” 

Fuck.

“Right! He was asking all sorts of questions!” Mike says, looking at a very bewildered Steve “he asked how y/n and Will got lost a-and what the upside down is!” 

“Yeah and Dustin said it's Australia.” Lucas chuckles. 

“What?” you mumble, unable to hide the amusement in your eyes. 

“Yeah he even started singing that down under song.” 

“I panicked! How does he even know about it?” 

Lucas turns towards you, he knows, that Eddie knows it through you somehow. Mike follows his gaze, eyes settling on you. 

Dustin continues to ramble, not even noticing that no one’s paying attention to him anymore. Steve looks at the boys before his eyes flicker to you, he can tell that you’re nervous and uncomfortable. 

You avoid his eyes, once again. Playing with the sleeves of your hoodie, your breathing becomes uneven. 

“How does he know, y/n?” Steve asks. 

And finally, you turn towards him “I-”

“Do you tell your little boyfriend everything now?” he asks, not even hiding the bitterness in his voice. 

“What?” both Mike and Dustin exclaim at the same time. 

“Boyfriend?” Mike mumbles “I thought you’re her boyfriend.” 

Steve's eyes flicker to him for a moment, shaking his head. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Who? Steve or Eddie?” Dustin asks with wide eyes as he looks between you and Steve. 

“Oh boy..” Lucas mumbles, running a hand over his face. 

“Can we not?” you mutter as you look at the angry expression on Steve’s face. 

He scoffs “no, I want to know how he knows. You do realize that it’s confidential stuff right?” 

Rolling your eyes at his words, you scoff in disbelief “like you care about confidential, Steve. You pulled Robin into all of this and told her about everything without caring about confidential and now you suddenly care? Right,” you pause as you get up “your problem isn’t that he knows, your problem is him.” 

He nods, not even caring about hiding his dislike for Eddie “yeah, yeah. He is my problem, y/n.” he says, raising his voice slightly “I mean, this guy has been treating you like shit all these years! Basically bullying you!”

“Wait, what?” Dustin asks, sadly. 

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. The boys shouldn't hear about any of this and they certainly didn't need to find out about what happened between you and him. Eddie is a good person and they don't need a false picture of him painted in their minds. 

You take a look at Mike and Dustin, both of their expressions dropped. A guilty feeling settles in and with that, your heart also begins to race. You feel uncomfortable and something’s pushing you to leave and run away. Not wanting to disappoint the kids even more. 

You have never gotten into a fight with Steve but you could feel the tension in this room, the anger was written all over his face and you weren't about to let the kids see a fight break out between two people that they were supposed to feel safe with. 

“I-I’m gonna go.” you mumble, wanting to flee before you cause more damage. 

You quickly walk past them, avoiding eye contact with any of them “I’m sorry guys.” 

“Hey!” Steve calls out to you, following you out into the hallway “we’re not done here.” 

“Yes, we are.” you grab your jacket and rush out of the house. 

Steve watches as you try to close the front door on your way out but he stops you “don’t you dare just walk away right now!” 

He slams the door shut behind him and runs down the stairs, trying to catch up with you “please, just wait!” he begs as he grabs your arms gently, standing in front of you, so you can’t leave. 

“I don't want to fight with you, Steve.” you mumble as you look up into your best friend’s eyes. 

“I don't want to fight with you either, I never want to fight with you.” he sighs, eyes softening “j-just- why did you tell him?” 

You look away for a moment “I-I didn't, not at first. I gave him the wrong notes for a class,” you pause “t-the wrong, notebook-” you lie. He doesn't need to know the whole truth about how Eddie found out so you continue to lie as you tell him all about how Eddie knows. 

“You said not at first.” he interrupts you. 

“What?” 

“You said, not at first- you didn't tell him at first b-but now he knows, everything?” 

You blink and take a deep breath “yeah.” 

“When?” he asks with a curious look on his face “when did you tell him?”

The wind blows through your hair and you close your eyes for a moment “why does it matter?” you ask, nervously.

“Just tell me!” he insists. 

The look in his eyes is desperate, a hint of anger and also fear lingering in them. You don't know why he's so set on knowing when or how you told him this. 

“Yesterday.” 

The scared expression on his face twists into both sadness and jealousy. Yesterday night. He knows where you had been now. You had spent the morning with him, before school and afterwards you had met up with Max, he knows that because Lucas told him that. He tried to call you a few times but no one had picked up and afterwards he had gone to your house to check up on you, see if you’re alright but the light in your room was out and your car was missing in the driveway. 

He lets go of your arms and takes a step back. He runs a hand through his hair and looks away with a clenched jaw. 

You watch him, his silence makes you anxious for some reason. You dig your nails into your palms as you cross your arms over chest. You don't know why you feel so guilty but the look in his eyes made your heart ache. 

“Steve.” 

“You were with him last night then?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Did you sleep with him?” 

You huff in annoyance, you don't owe him anything “why does it matter, Steve?” 

“Cause it does, okay? It matters to me.” he whispers. Even in the darkness you can make out the tears in his eyes “I- I don't want you getting hurt!” 

You believe him but you can also see something else in his eyes. This isn't the whole truth. 

“Is that all?” you ask. 

He huffs, rubbing his temples, he closes his eyes “did you sleep with him? Yes or no?” 

“Yes. Yes, I did sleep with him.” you shrug, you can’t even bare to look at him, right now, the anger is radiating off of him “I’m gonna go now.” 

“So what, are you with him now?” he asks, keeping you from leaving “are you two together?”

Your shoulders slump, blinking, you try to come up with something to say but you don't have an answer to his question. Are you together now? Eddie had only asked you out on a date and he didn't mention the word relationship once. 

You shrug “I-I don't know.” you mumble with uncertainty in your voice “I don't know what we are.”

Steve gives you a bitter laugh, he shakes his head “let me tell you what you two are- absolutely nothing. He got what he wanted, he fucked you and now he’s gonna move on to the next girl.” he says with anger in his voice.

You hold your breath, his harsh words cut deeply and he doesn't even seem to notice “cause that’s what you would do right?” you retort. You can’t believe him, you can’t believe that Steve, the same Steve that comforted you whenever you were sad and hurt, was throwing all these words at you now. 

“Me?” he mumbles, pointing his hand towards his chest “you think I would do that to you? Y/n, I-” he pauses and looks down for a moment. 

The truth is, he is in love with you and now as he stands here in front of you, he realizes that it’s too late, that he will never have a chance with you because your heart belongs to another man while his belongs to you. 

Steve was devastated when Nancy broke up with him, she was his first love, someone he wanted to keep in his life forever but a part of him, almost wasn't grieving as much as he thought he would. Because you were there. 

There was a moment, he remembers so clearly. When he dropped off Dustin at the snow ball two years ago, he sat in his car and watched Nancy with a sad look on his face, not because he wanted her back but because he came to terms with the breakup, it was over and he was okay with it, his heart wasn't hers anymore, he gave it to you. His eyes skipped past her and he found you, standing next to Jonathan who showed you something on his camera, you smiled and to this day, Steve can still feel the way his heart skipped a beat, so differently then how it felt when he was with Nancy. 

As he looks back at you, he’s suddenly overcome by anger. Why Eddie? After everything that happened, why him? 

“How can you be so stupid? You let that asshole touch you after everything he has put you through?” 

Steve doesn't mean to be so rude, he’s not trying to hurt you, he’s just shocked and hurt and maybe a little angry. He thinks that Eddie doesn't deserve you, that he isn't good enough for you, especially after everything that has happened in the past. 

You’re taken aback by his words, you hold your breath, your eyes are prickling with tears as you look into his eyes. 

“He’s playing with you, y/n! He’s playing with your feelings and you fucking let him!” he almost shouts, throwing his hands up not even noticing the way you flinched back a little “he’s a piece of shit-”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” you warn him, looking at him through teary eyes.

He scoffs “god.” he breathes as he looks up at the sky. 

“You don't know anything about him, about us.” you say, brokenly.

“Us?” he laughs “there's no us for you and Eddie, there's just a you.” 

Your bottom lip quivers, brows furrowed, your heart is racing and you stare at him in disbelief. An ache pushed against your heart and a lump formed in your throat. 

Maybe he’s right, maybe there is just you. There was always just you. You always loved him, despite the things he did and even when he didn't feel the same.

You look away from his eyes. The same eyes that are usually filled with warmth and love are now filled with anger, the kind that you've never seen in his eyes before. 

“Eddie is using you! And you let him!” he exclaims “he never cared about you or your feelings, he has been hurting you over and over again and now you think that he cares all of the sudden? That he- what? That he loves you? That’s bullshit, y/n!” 

As if that wasn't horrible enough, as if it wasn't enough to break you all over again. The person, that never failed to make you feel safe, the person that you could always find comfort in, spilled words that you never wanted to hear again; “you’re nothing but a warm body to him.” 

His words feel like a punch to your face and you flinch back. The pain in your chest is unbearable, Steve just threw you back to the moment when Eddie said the exact same words to you when he thought you had wrecked Steve and Nancy’s relationship. 

Go back to Steve, I bet he could use a warm body in his bed tonight.

You raise your head and your glassy eyes meet brown ones, filled with regret and panic as he realizes the damage that he's done. 

“W-Wait, I- fuck.” he mumbles, he tries to reach out to you but you slap his hands away. Sadness flashes in his eyes, you never denied his touch but now you flinch away from his touch, as though it would burn you if he laid his hands on you. 

He took it too far. And, as he looks into your eyes, he knows how badly he truly fucked up. 

Tears begin to stream down your face and you do nothing to stop them. The unbearable pain in your chest pulls you into a dark place, one that will only cause more damage inside of you. 

You take on last look at Steve before you walk away from him. You ignore him and the way his voice sounds so desperate and filled with regret as he says your name. 

He doesn't try to follow you, he only shouts for you until you’re no longer in his vision. 

You don't know where to go. Your house was never a safe place and you just left the place that you thought was a safe one. 

You want to see him but the fear that Steve’s words had inflicted on you, kept you from going to Eddie. What if he's right? What if there will always be just you. 

You wander mindlessly, unable to make out anything through your blurry vision. Your shoulders are shaking and you can’t stop the tears that seem to have no ending. Your head is hurting, your heart is aching and all you know is pain. 

- 

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[etherealxwitch]

His Rings

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: There is just something so hot about Eddie and his rings

Warnings: SMUT! (minors dni), pwp, fingering, dirty talk, cursing, some cum play, unprotected sex

WC: 1,034

(this is my first smut in forever, pls be nice! feedback is greatly appreciated!)

Eddie’s hands, fingers, and rings never failed to make you feel something.

You two could be sitting together at lunch and his hand would just rest against your thigh. Nothing crazy, but the tingles you felt all over. God, it was so crazy how something out of this world.

 When you two were back at his place, he would practice guitar and you couldn’t even focus on the music when his fingers were moving so fast and expertly. You swear that you could get off on just watching him.

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” Eddie set his guitar on its stand and stood beside you, “were you enjoying the show?” He cupped your face, thumb dragging along your bottom lip.

You were at a loss of words, mouth dry, so you just nodded your head and hoped that appeased him, but he shook his head.

“Use your words, princess.”

The tension in the room suddenly became thick. Nothing sexual had even happened yet and you were already putty in Eddie’s hands. “I really enjoyed the show.”

Eddie moved to sit beside you and he drug his hand slowly up your clothed thigh. “Did you enjoy watching my fingers move? Did you think of them inside of you?” He popped the button to your jeans and rubbed just above your, now very soaked, panties, teasing you.

“Oh god, Eddie you don’t know how bad I want it.” You turned to look at him, giving him soft eyes, wordlessly begging him to touch you, to make you come undone in so many ways. It’s pathetic how Eddie can make you so weak so fast.

Eddie finally slipped his hand inside your panties, and you felt his cold rings against your warm skin and you gasped. The feeling was something you needed, craved even.

“Fuck, you’re always so wet for me, princess.” Eddie began to kiss down your neck as his slowly moved his fingertips over your clit, just barely putting any pressure, “you’re gonna take my fingers like a good girl, yeah?”

Eddie didn’t give you time to answer before he slid a finger in you. Your legs closed out of habit, but he used his free hand to slap your thigh and spread them back open, “your legs stay open for me, got it?”

He moved his finger at a slow pace before adding another one and curling them up, hitting all the right spots. You couldn’t hold in your moans any longer, you felt like you were going to explode.

 “Oh, god, right there.” Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle at you, he began using his thumb to bump at your clit, “not god, baby, just me.”

Just as you were about to orgasm, Eddie pulled his fingers out and left you empty and needing more.

He stood up from his side of the bed and quickly undressed before helping you. He tossed your clothes somewhere in the room, not caring where they would land. “I will never get over how gorgeous you are.” Eddie laid you back against his bed and kissed down your body, leaving bite marks here and there. The feeling of his teeth leaving a pleasurable sting. Everywhere on your body he touched was on fire.

“Please, I just want your cock.” God did Eddie love it when you begged. You could beg for the world in your hands, and he would try his hardest to give it to you.

Eddie stood up and tapped the swollen tip of his cock against your swollen clit, “this is what you want?” He gave you a cocky grin and kept tapping, making your legs shake. You were both needy for each other at this point, but that didn’t stop his teasing.

He spat on his hand and gave his hard cock a couple stokes before sliding into your wet pussy. You both moaned out, the feeling was pure ecstasy, no matter how many times the two of you fucked.

He set a fast and hard pace, making his whole trailer practically shake. “Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” The more he talked, the faster he would go, making your brain go completely blank.

You grabbed Eddie’s hand and placed it on your throat, and he gave a soft squeeze, causing you to moan even more.

The combination of one of his hands squeezing your throat and the other grabbing at your nipples was almost too much to handle, but in such a good way. You wanted more, even if it wasn’t possible.

Just when you thought it was enough, you felt the familiar touch of his cold thumb ring against your clit, and he began relentlessly rubbing quick circles. Eddie was giving you so much pleasure and you were so thankful for it. You arched your back, moaning his name repeatedly as you were set over the edge.

The was no calming down from your high as Eddie was still chasing his. He kept fucking, getting closer and closer. “Gonna make me cum so good, princess.”

You knew he was becoming close when his thrusts became sloppy, but he kept going harder. He gripped one of your hips tightly, almost tight enough to leave bruises.

Eddie quickly pulled out and came cross your stomach and boobs. “Holy fuck,” he stuttered out. He ran a hand through his now sweaty hair and gave you a smirk.

You were shaky and almost too over stimulated, but God you could’ve gone again and again with him.

He scooped up some of his cum from your stomach and then placed his fingers in your opened mouth, “fuck, you are perfect.” You licked and swallowed around his fingers. “Anything for you.” Once he knew his fingers were cleaned, he pulled them from your mouth and caressed your cheek.

Once you both caught your breath, Eddie quickly helped you get cleaned up before lying beside and pulling you close to him. You couldn’t help but place with his fingers and rings.

“Are the rings what got you so turned on?” Eddie smiled down at you, he already knew the answer, but he just wanted to hear it. “What can I say? I’ve got a thing for them.”

[butler-on-beale-street]

Skin Tight | A!Elvis X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, slight taste of voyeurism, guided masturbation, Oral (fem. receiving, switch of dominance, graphic descriptions of sex, orgasm denial, teasing, touch of humiliation at the end if you squint??

Word Count: 5K (it's a long one, folks)

A/N: I received this request from multiple sources, but originally from a DM sent from @horselover1992. With help from several nonnies and @cosmickiszka.

Based on a myth that Bill Belew discovered that Elvis had an orgasm in his jumpsuit during the 68 special.

This fic was was particularly challenging to write in a way that wasn't tacky or sleazy, but I am proud of what I wrote and it is HELLA spicy. I hope you guys enjoy!

“Oh, I’ll touch you, baby,” You told Elvis. “You just can’t cum.” 

“Now how is that fair? You’re torturing me,” He whined as you took his cock in your hands, playfully stroking it up and down, choosing varying speeds, stopping and starting as you pleased. 

“You always perform better when you’re frustrated…Steve’s saying that you’re having a hard time on set.” You looked at Elvis, leveling your gaze with him. “That you’re not on.” You moved your hands from his cock to his belly, grazing your fingertips slowly up his body, enjoying how solid and manly he felt underneath you. 

“Well, baby–” He raised his hands in a shrug. “I haven’t played live in almost ten years.” He was smiling, but behind the expression, you could see darkness dwelling within his soul. It hurt you to think that he was withholding some secret insecurity–and in that darkness that you saw in the glint of his eye, you could tell that it was haunting him. 

“That might be true,” You said, crawling on top of him, kissing his chest and swirling your fingertips in the light hair that adorned it, a contrast to the mink color of his coiffed head of hair. “But that doesn’t mean that Elvis Presley can’t have the world in his hands at the turn of a dial.” You walked your fingers up his chest and up his neck until you made your way to his mouth, dragging down the fullness of his bottom lip. You adored the way he looked at you, his arms pulled possessively around your body. He grinned bigger and bigger with your encouragement. “Really, E.P., you just need to get back to your roots.” 

“You mean the sex,” He said, rolling over with you underneath him. You squealed as he tossed you over in bed, his hands scrounging for your sides, tickling you and bending to kiss you anywhere he could reach. 

“No! No!” You squealed, trying your best to evade his fingertips. He continued to chuckle. 

“You’re a minx. You know that?” He said, kissing and dragging his lips about your bare skin. 

You chuckled softly in response. “I’m only supportive of your needs,” You responded, biting your bottom lip.

“And what exactly is that when you won’t give me the satisfaction of making love to my beautiful girlfriend, hm?” He said, reaching your lips, placing a soft kiss upon them. 

“I’ll give you everything you want and more if you play the special like your life depends on it, baby. You’ll get rewarded, I promise. Also, fuck what the Colonel thinks about turning this into a Christmas special.” You eyed him fiercely. “You make this moment yours, Honey. Don’t let him pull you downward. Or anyone else for that matter.” Elvis stayed quiet, nodding in response as he rubbed your thigh lovingly with the tips of his fingers. He knew that you were speaking the truth, it was just up to him to turn it into reality.

 “You’re right, baby. You’re absolutely right.”

***

“Goddamn it,” Elvis spat. “Ope, sorry ladies and gentlemen,” He apologized, adjusting the microphone as the audience giggled and chirped in response to his profanity. “I’m still just as much a sinner as I was when I did the whole–” He wiggled, shaking his legs vigorously, causing the studio audience to begin screaming. “Y’all like that?” He asked, fully enthused with the crowd’s reaction. Women and girls alike, caused Elvis’s smirk to grow wider and wider, his beauty filling the entire room with unspoken lust and adoration. Elvis knew that he was beautiful. He knew that he had a one of a kind voice as well. What he didn’t know was if his career would ever amount to more than being the ‘good ole boy’ for Paramount Pictures and Twentieth Century Fox. 

“Alright, Elvis. Ladies,” Steve Binder addressed with a kind smile, stepping onto the stage. His cheeks slightly blushed as he watched their gaze linger a bit too long on Elvis. “We’re gonna take a break for lunch. The studio has provided catering on the back patio.” Steve offered a kind smile to everyone. “Thank you for sitting through these long hours of rehearsal. I’m sure I’m not speaking for Elvis when I say that we appreciate your willingness.”

Elvis nodded. “If I could, I’d give each of ya a kiss,” he said before bringing his palms together as if he were praying, bringing them to his face, kissing his lips before pointing the gesture to the audience. Elvis walked off stage with Steve, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as the producer ran a finger over a masterlist of each number. Steve pretended to give Elvis pointers on specific scenes, as they walked off stage. “Now Steve, just tell me what the hell you wanted to say already,” Elvis huffed, planting his hands on his hips.

“Well, Elvis. Can I be frank with you?” Steve said, pulling his colored glasses down his nose. 

“I have a feelin’ I don’t have a choice,” Elvis answered, wiping sweat from his upper lip with his thumb and pointer finger. 

Steve returned an apologetic grin. “You’re missing cues, E.P. Forgetting words,” Steve said, idly tapping his clipboard with the tip of his finger. “You’re shaking like a leaf. Are you getting sleep?” He asked. 

“Steve, are you serious? Sleep?” Elvis raised his eyebrows, adjusting his step. “You really think I’m getting sleep? I am Goddamn terrified right now.” Elvis swept a hand through his hair, a habit that had become comforting to him over the years. 

Steve turned his wrist to look at his watch. “We have an hour until the sit down performance. I need you to figure it out, E.P. Meanwhile, I’ve gotta make sure we actually have an audience.”

You watched Elvis and Steve talking from where you stood. Elvis was noticeably stressed. You could see it coursing through his entire body. It certainly didn’t help that he was wearing an incredibly tight and hot leather jumpsuit. You certainly didn’t mind the view, though. You decided to walk up to them and handle business yourself. “Steve, I’d like to talk to Elvis for a moment if that’s okay,” You began politely, placing a hand on Elvis's nearest shoulder. 

“Of course, of course. Elvis, I’ll see you afterwhile.” Elvis nodded and smiled before watching Steve walk off.

“Honey,” You began. “Everyone can see that you’re nervous,” You said, reaching out for his hand. “Who are you?” You asked, tilting your head down to find his eyes. 

“I–” He shook his head dismissively. “I don’t wanna do this, baby.” His eyebrows furrowed with frustration, but you weren’t going to take no for an answer. You reached for his hand and pulled him off set and down a long hallway to the nearest elevator. Once you stepped in, you pulled Elvis down to you with your hand at the nape of his neck. 

“You are Elvis Aaron Presley. You aren’t someone’s water boy, do you hear me?” You said sternly, daring him to look away from you. “You are going to take those nerves and channel them into something useful. Otherwise, it’s over. It’s just over, Elvis. Do you understand me?” You were taking a risk speaking to him this way, but out of anyone in his inner circle that could, it would have been you. “You haven’t worked this hard to live the rest of your life playing it safe.”

“You’re right, baby. You’re right,” He said, dejecting his gaze from you. You turned your head to watch the elevator doors open. “You’re hearing me, but you aren’t listening. Let me remind you who Elvis is.” You say decidedly, pulling him into the hallway towards his dressing room. Inside were a few staff members–a stylist, a makeup artist and an intern, organizing costumes on a garment rack. You looked at them all. “Hello, Elvis and I would like a moment of privacy, please.” The staff turned to you, pausing before they looked at Elvis for approval. Elvis lifted his hand, waving them away in dismissal. 

“Thank you guys. I’ll call you back in if I need you. I’d like to talk with Y/n. Alone.” They smiled at Elvis before finishing up what they were doing, walking out and leaving you two alone. You walked to the door as they exited, stopping to engage the lock before turning around and approaching Elvis slowly. “You don’t listen to encouragement…certainly not admonishment either. Sit down, baby.” You pulled an acrylic chair out from underneath the nearest vanity, placing it in the center of the room. Elvis looked at you suspiciously. “Sit. Down.” 

“Okay, mama.” He said slowly, stepping in front of the chair, pulling on the legs of the jumpsuit before he finally sat down on it. “Get comfortable because you won’t be leaving that spot for a while.” 

His eyebrows rose with mischief, bringing his fingertips up to scratch at the short stubble on his face. “What are you up to, you she-devil?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” You said, closing the distance between yourself and Elvis, pulling at his knees to separate them before stepping in between them, running your fingertips down the expanse of his chest. His hands moved from his side to snake up your hips, but you reached to pull them away. “Nope,” You said, reaching upward to wiggle a pointer finger at him.

“Mama, just let me touch you. It’ll make me perform better,” He whined, his full lips falling into a pout. 

“No you won’t. If you step on stage only thinking about sex, I think you might take some risks, what do you think?” You asked, pulling your manicured fingertip just below his chin, tilting his head upward.

“I don’t know, I think I’ll just forget the words more,” He said with a crooked smirk. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips before backing away from him, pulling his stubborn hands away from your body.

“Not a chance. You get off on watching, don’t lie.” You replied. 

“Girl, what the hell are you talking about?” Elvis asked, slapping his hands over his knees. 

“Maybe I should just show you…” You murmured seductively, your heels clicking against the tile floor as you reached for another chair, dragging into the center of the room, opposite Elvis. You sat close to him, but not close enough for him to be able to touch you, and it was a completely intentional decision. 

You were wearing a skirt, which was ironically convenient for what you had up your sleeve. “You know, baby. Seeing you up on stage in all of that leather–I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to take care of myself,” You said, walking your fingers under your skirt, pulling at your underwear and slipping them down your legs. A wet spot was noticeable in the center of the crotch, which made you grin. You threw them at Elvis to catch, watching his eyebrows raise. You watched as he rubbed the wetness between his thumb and pointer finger before looking back at you. 

“Do I really turn you on that much?” He asked with a wicked grin. You answered by nodding, pulling your skirt up to your waist, exposing the bareness of your lower body. 

“I’m feeling it more than ever right now,” You answered, pulling your fingertips through your folds. You allowed yourself to sink into the chair so that you could get more comfortable. You watched Elvis adjusting in his seat and you could see the bulge growing in his pants, even through the thickness of the jumpsuit. 

“You are evil for using this against me,” He said. “I can’t get this thing off if I tried,” he said, attempting to shrug out of the tight leather. 

“Nice try. Sit and watch. Be a good boy for me,” You said, pulling your fingers up to your lips, licking them before bringing them back down to your clit, rolling it in several varying circles. You exhaled into the room, stretching out and relaxing your body as much as you could. “Don’t you wish you could be down here right now, Elvis? What do you call it? Taking care of Business?” You continued to finger yourself, using your own wetness to loop around your sensitive clit. 

“Baby–” Elvis said, watching you with a glazed over expression. 

“Tell me what you’d do to me if I let you touch me,” You asked. He looked at you, his eyes half-lidded with lust. You watched as he fisted his crotch, squeezing his erection. You had told him not to touch himself, but you’d let him get away with it this time. 

“Trust me baby. I’d take care of you. Everyone would hear us fucking in this room and there wouldn’t be a damn thing anyone could do about it,” He said matter-of-factly. 

“How would you fuck me, Elvis? Seems as you can’t touch me. I want to hear you say it.” You rubbed spirals into your clit, feeling your body reflexively arch against your fingers as you worked. You couldn’t help but moan.

“Since you want to tease, I’d teach you a lesson. See, people see me walk on stage dressed head to toe in leather. They dream about what it would be like to spend a night with Elvis Presley, but they don’t actually get the chance to do it, do they?” You shook your head to give him an answer.  

“No they don’t,” you answered. “Tell me what you want me to do to myself, Elvis,” You ordered, giving him the tiniest bit of control. 

“I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers. Close your eyes while you imagine me being the one to do it.” You bit at your bottom lip as he spoke, enjoying the way he still manifested control even without the physical element. You moved your fingertips from your clit to your entrance, inserting them inside. You curled up inside as best as you could, squeezing yourself around your fingers. 

“It’s not as good as you, Elvis.” You murmured, your voice falling out in more of a whimper than you had intended. 

“I’d fix that, but you won’t let me touch you, baby.” He said, sitting back in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest, his eyebrows raised in a challenge. You eyed him for several moments before finally giving in–but not all the way. 

“Come here.” You commanded finally. 

“I can touch you?” He asked, springing forward. You nodded your head with a grin. 

“Only thing is, you can’t touch yourself. So if that’s good enough for you, go ahead. That’s the deal.” You said, pulling your hands from yourself.

“Don’t worry, mama. I’m a giver. I get off on being a generous lover,” He said, getting on his knees, placing his thumb on your clit, rolling lazy circles upon it. You held your breath as you watched him lean forward, flicking his tongue against your entrance. You felt the heat from his breath looping around, flooding your core with need for him to ravage you in any way he could. You’d have to stop to remember that you only benefit from the tips of his fingers and from his mouth–you sat there for a moment mentally kicking yourself for the boundary you put on Elvis’s performance, but you weren’t going to walk backward now. You would take what you could get. 

“Open your little eyes, honey. What are you thinkin’ about?” Elvis asked, breaking from you. 

“Just you, Elvis. I only ever think about you,” You answered honestly. You watched him as you spoke, watching his gaze change from one of curiosity to one of determination. 

“Well for now, you’ll only be thinking of my tongue,” He said before returning to you, licking long stripes through your folds, replacing the touch of his thumb with his tongue, rolling it in spirals around your swollen clit. You couldn’t help but whimper from where you sat, bringing your hands to ruffle his hair, pulling him firmly against you. He hummed in response, quickening his speed, flicking his tongue against you, using the fullness of his lips to close around you, sucking and pulling at your delicate skin.  

“Elvis, oh–” You whimpered, bringing one of your hands to his shoulder, squeezing and pushing; an ironic need filled your body to beg him to stop. At the same time, if he had, you would have scrambled to grab him back by whatever you could get your hands on. His hand snaked up to find yours, lacing his fingers with yours, letting you push and pull as you wished. You felt his barely-there stubble beginning to chafe against your thighs, but nothing in your mind, body or soul cared. You’d continue the game of playing the one in charge, but you both knew the truth. You scooted further in your seat, pushing yourself quite literally into Elvis’s mouth. His response was to disconnect his hand from your own, moving to pull you to him by your hips, his tongue ringing your pussy in wide circles before finally teasing your entrance once more. You brought your hands up to your chest, pinching your nipples through your shirt, doing anything you could to keep yourself busy. Unintelligible moans slipped from your throat. “Please, Please, Please,” You said, short of begging. Elvis came up for air, chuckling lightly. 

“Don’t worry baby. Keep still,” he purred. His face was flushed, both from friction and exertion. You did as he instructed, staying in position as he pulled your legs apart further, burying his himself into you once more. This time, he increased his speed and pressure, pushing himself against you, the strength of his body pressing you firmly against the back of the chair, your head and neck tilted uncomfortably, though you couldn’t care to do anything about it. Everyone on the planet knew about Elvis��s lips; he surely never hid the lip curl he’d been banking on since the beginning of his career, not to mention the effortless curve of his cupid's bow, matched with the plump pout of his bottom lip. He had every girl in America, if not the world, on their knees begging to be kissed; only you got something more. He moved his top and bottom lip feverishly against you, the flat of his tongue moving in and out of you, swirling your salty-sweet slick upon your clit and the surrounding area. 

“Elvis, baby, I–I–” You blurted, letting your eyes roll back as he continued to work. You felt him breathing heavily against your skin, and knew that he was just as tired as you were. His fingertips dug into the softness of your skin. In the quiet of the room, the only thing you could hear were the obscene noises that he made between your legs. You thought you were hearing things at first, so you focused further. He was moaning in pleasure as he finished you, but both of his hands were visible. The realization sent you into a flurry deep within your core, desire exploding from every firing synapse. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall apart against him, your legs shaking uncontrollably with pleasure, your entire body pocked in a layer of goosebumps. Behind your closed eyes, you saw white at first, before prisms in almost every color began to appear like fractals, shattering into smaller and smaller pieces until all you could see was blackness, pulling you back down to earth in a sweaty, moaning heap. Elvis rose from below you, leaning down into you to grab you into a breathless kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, which filled you with unmatched euphoria. His face was sticky with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, showing obvious proof of your shared rendezvous. He parted from the kiss, grinning against your lips. 

“How’d I do?” He asked simply before standing up off of you, raking his hand through his hair. You stared at him for a long moment, unsure of the words to say. 

“Wow.” Was all you could say, pulling at your skirt, inching it back down your thighs. He chuckled in a sing-sing tone before leaning back down to kiss you softly on the lips.

“Thank you, baby” He said softly, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“For what?” You asked, raising your eyebrows with confusion. He eyed you with a wide smirk, his fingertips stroking at his chin. 

“Just thank you,” He said simply, before turning around and looking at himself in the mirror, picking up a comb and pulling it through his jet black coif. “I look fresh out the loony bin,” he said, turning to you. 

“No, you just look—like you just had sex,” You said honestly, unable to hide your own grin. “Think you can perform?” You asked, standing up from the chair, straightening out your outfit and turning to the mirror to fix yourself up as best you could. 

“Baby, I’ll perform like the world depends on it,” He answered, walking to the door, pulling it open. He caught a staff member passing the door and got his attention. “Hey, uh, can you get Linda in here to fix this mess,” He asked, gesticulating to his unkempt hair. 

***

Half an hour later, you sat in the back of the audience, waiting for Elvis to walk back on stage. “Attention ladies and gentleman,” the cameraman announced. “Please remember to applaud when the lights go up. I’m sure you guys don’t need any help going wild for Elvis, do ya?” He asked, getting his answer when the crowd went wild, many of the young women screaming and hollering Elvis’s name. 

“Going live in twenty seconds,” A shout from the other side of the set bellowed. They began to count down the seconds, the crowd rumbling with anticipation. You turned your head to see Andy, an audio technician throwing up an “ok” sign, before the “Recording in Progress” red light began to glow from above everyone’s heads. Suddenly, and like a holy spectre, Elvis appeared on stage before the entire audience, grinning from ear to ear. He searched for you, landing his gaze on you finally, winking with the oh-so-famous lip curl that everyone loved. The audience roared.  

“What? What are you lookin’ at me for?” Elvis said, addressing the crowd, his tone liliting playfully. He chuckled softly. They continued to squeal. “Alright, alright, you can stop all that, I love you too,” he continued, blowing a flirty kiss to the girls sitting beside the stage. They only continued to scream, and you couldn’t help but grin bigger and bigger each time. 

Elvis turned to the band and they began to play, trumpets blasting out a spectacular medley before Elvis grabbed the microphone, turning swiftly to the audience with a knowing smirk.

Well, it's one for the money two for the show

Three to get ready now go, cat, go

But don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Well you can do anything but

Lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, you can knock me down, step in my face

Slander my name all over the place

Do anything that you want to do

But uh-uh honey, lay off of my shoes

Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes

Now let's go cats!

Elvis was enigmatic on stage. You knew the real Elvis. You knew how nervous he was to return to the stage. Though this one was particularly small, this wasn’t the one that terrified him. It was the world’s stage. If he was nervous now, he left no visible trace within the performance. You watched as he danced around the stage, twisting, bending, crouching and gesticulating, his hands gesticulating every which way. Throughout the performance, he tossed tissues into the audience, pieces of fuzz that had landed on his face…you realized that Elvis’s fans were as hungry as ever, willing to take any and every piece from him that they could. You watched him emerge from a type of metamorphosis that couldn’t be described in words. Elvis lived his music as if it were worship–a sermon that reverberated through every bone in his body. You crossed your ankles as you watched him, proud of yourself for giving the man on stage even the smallest bit of confidence, though you knew you weren’t the creator of it; merely the messenger. 

Elvis played the rest of that night like no other before. Where he had been timid and reserved before, he was like a forest set on fire by a lightning strike. Energy burned through every single second, filling every audience member with passion for music, for the entertainment, but more importantly, for him. You watched the women in the audience twisting in their seats, their expressions filled with awe and longing. You witnessed ecstacy on their faces as if Elvis were personally delivering each one of them an orgasm sealed with a kiss. For a long time, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Yes, you were aware that Elvis was beautiful and that he had a worldwide fanbase, but this was something completely different. Women and men alike looked at the man in front of them like their own devilish messiah. You watched the lust in their gaze, paired with an insecurity of what was happening in front of their eyes. When Elvis was finally done with the performance, the crowd whined collectively. It was a smart move to leave them wanting more. When the cameras finally cut, you walked backstage to Elvis’s dressing room to find him and congratulate him. 

“Baby! That was phenomenal! Just un-unbelievable. Wow!” You said, stepping into the room. He stood inside, gulping down a glass of water with a towel wrapped around his neck. 

“Thank you, baby,” He said, bending to kiss you as you stepped into his embrace. 

“Now to get this damn thing off,” He said, pulling at the leather. “Lemme get wiggled out of this thing and we’ll get ready to go home, okay? Run off and find Steve. Maybe see if the Colonel is still standing upright,” he added with a soft chuckle, kissing you once more. “I’ll come find you, baby.” You nodded, pecking him three more times on the lips before leaving him in his dressing room with Bill Belew and another staff member. You watched as they began to peel the outfit off of Elvis. You couldn’t help but grin as you shut the door behind you. 

You wandered around the studio, eventually finding Steve sitting on the main stage, puffing on a cigarette with his arms crossed across his chest. He eyed you as you walked towards him. “He really put on one hell of a show,” He said, raising his eyebrows. You could tell he was impressed, but also a bit skeptical. “It’s strange though, he started out the day like a wobbly baby deer,” He said, snickering. You stepped forward, sticking out your hand. He handed you his cigarette and you took it, taking a few drags for yourself. 

“He really turned a corner, didn’t he?” You said, unable to stop the crooked grin snaking across your face. 

“Put on a show for him?” He asked, snatching back the cigarette with a grin. 

“Mm, Maybe. Maybe not,” You said, shrugging within your attempt to feign innocence. 

“Well, whatever you did,” he paused. “Might have helped earn his career back.” 

***

You found yourself milling about, heading to Elvis’s dressing room. He had been gone for much longer than you expected. Just as you arrived at the door of his dressing room, Elvis’s costume designer, Bill Belew walked out with the jumpsuit on a hanger. “Excuse me, Miss,” He said, stepping to the side to let you enter. You knocked on the open door before entering. 

“Come on in, baby,” Elvis said, sitting in a chair dressed in a fresh outfit. His hair was still wet from showering. “Sorry.  it took a while to get that damn thing off,” He said, shaking a towel against his head, creating a ring of static around his head, making you giggle. You stepped into his embrace, smoothing down his hair as he pulled you against him by his hips. 

“Ready to go?” You asked softly, bringing your hands down to squeeze his shoulders lovingly. 

“Yeah, baby. Come on,” He stood, pulling you beside him by your shoulder, turning his head to kiss you on the top of yours. You walked as a pair out of the dressing room into the hallway where Bill stood, carefully drying out the suit by pulling it inside out, inspecting every inch of leather. You were certain that you both saw it at the same time because you felt Elvis straighten like a board. Bill’s hands paused as he inspected the garment. In the center of the crotch of the suit, there was a noticeable, transparent stain. You couldn’t help but stare at it. Bill was the first to talk. “We’ll just have to get this cleaned up a bit more…thoroughly,” He said, sighing softly, putting the suit back on the hanger and back on the rack. 

Elvis turned his gaze to yours, his cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. “Sorry Bill, I got a bit too excited on stage, I guess,” Elvis answered, pulling a hand to the nape of his neck as he spoke. 

“Don’t worry one bit, Elvis. That’s why we’ve got multiple suits,” He said, nodding softly. Bill was embarrassed; it was evident in his flushed cheeks and loss of eye contact. Elvis patted Bill on the shoulder. “Thank you, Bill. I’ve got some new ideas for some jumpsuits. I’ll give you a call.” Elvis exchanged a few more polite words before stepping away with you. 

“Whoops,” He whispered softly in your ear. You couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“I’d say it worked, don’t you think?” You said softly, taking his hand. 

“Yes, yes it did, but now I’m more pent up than a whore in a nunnery.” You bumped him with your shoulder. 

“Elvis!” You spat softly. “Sh!” 

“Let’s go home. I could use some stress relief,” He said, smacking your ass from behind, causing you to yelp flirtatiously. 

He squeezed your hand reassuringly as he led you to the back exit of the studio. “I can help,” you answered simply. 

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