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buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger · 8 months ago

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Let Me Take Care of You

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: you help Bucky relax after a long day

Warnings: fluff!, Nudity kind of? I mean you give Bucky a bath but the fact he's naked isn't really brought up, Nonsexual massage, gratuitous use of pet names, mentions of anxiety

A/N: Bucky deserves all the gentle affection and soft touches and love and I plan to write him receiving them 😤😭💙💜

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

You heard the door slam, and knew that Bucky was home

Slowly, you sat up, poking your head over the couch to see your boyfriend kicking off his boots

“Hey, Sweet Boy,” you kissed his cheek when he sat down beside you, “how are you doing?”

He let out a grunt, crossing his arms over his chest and focusing on the TV with a little huff.

“Buck, talk to me,” you cupped his jaw, bringing his face to yours, “what's wrong, hm? Why are you so grumpy?”

“‘m always grumpy, according to Sam.” He mumbled.

“Not here, not with me.”

His blue eyes met yours, bright but bloodshot.

“Having a rough time right now, Doll. I'll be okay in a bit.” He took your hand and gently kissed the back of your palm, “jus’ some work stuff.”

You nodded sympathetically, wrapping your arms around him and all but forcing him to lay down with you.

Bucky needed some TLC and you were gonna give it to him, dammit.

He settled down on top of you, laying his head on your chest as your hand began to card through his hair.

Your free hand slipped under his shirt to rub his back, and that was when you felt it

His muscles were tense and taught, his entire back one big knot

That tore it for you

He needed more than some TLC

Bucky needed to be absolutely spoiled today, and you were going to make sure that he was

“Hey,” Bucky's eyes met yours, “I’m gonna go run you a bath."

“You don't have to do that, Doll,” he kissed your cheek, “don't go through all that trouble for me.”

“I wasn't giving you an option. I'm taking care of you today.”

“I'm sure you have more important things to do than fuss over me.”

“My Bucky needs some pampering, that's more important than anything.”

He smiled softly at you and kissed your lips, “thank you.”

“Of course, Baby.”

A bit later Bucky was settled in a warm bubble bath, relaxing as you massaged shampoo into his scalp.

You always took longer than you probably needed to when working the soap into his short hair, just so you could hear the content little hums he was making.

“Alright, Baby. Head back, I'm gonna rinse you,” he did as instructed and you gently ran the shower head over his hair, shielding his eyes

“I was thinking, one you're done with your bath I could work those knots out of your back for you,” you told him, kissing his forehead once you'd finished.

“You don't have to do that, Doll.”

“I know I don't have to. But I want to,” you kissed his cheek, “your back has to be hurting all tied up like that, I want to make you feel better.”

Bucky smiled warmly.

“I love you,” he whispered as you helped him lean back against the porcelain, a relaxed sigh escaping him.

“I love you too, Baby.” You lovingly scratched his stubble, “I'm gonna go get out room ready, okay? You just stay here and relax, shout if you need me.”

He nodded and closed his eyes as you left him.

You turned down the bed and dimmed the lights, pulling up the 40s music playlist on your Spotify and letting it play softly in the background.

You put Bucky's favorite throw on the bed for him and set out a pillow before placing a bottle of lilac-scented lotion on the nightstand

You knew how much he loved the scent.

When you'd first started dating he had brought you a bouquet of them, and had come to associate them with you.

Once the room was fully optimized for some Bucky pampering, you went to the kitchen, filled his water bottle, and filled a bowl with pieces of chocolate

Bucky didn't eat or drink nearly as much as he probably should, so you were always quick to feed and water him when you were caring for him like this

When everything was set you returned to your boyfriend and found him fighting to stay awake.

You chuckled fondly as you shook him awake, “c'mon Sweet Boy, time to get out.”

You dried his body with the softest towel you could find before dressing him in a pair of shorts and leading him into the bedroom.

He gasped when he saw the cozy atmosphere you had created for him.

“Doll, you didn't have to go through all this trouble for me–” he turned bright red as you cupped his face.

“Would you stop that?” You asked, stroking his cheek, “I know I don't have to do anything. I do this because I want to. I like taking care of you, I like knowing that I can help you feel good. It's what you deserve.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but you place a finger on his lips, “you've been through so much, Baby Boy. You've had to be so brave and strong. You deserve to be loved and taken care of and treated like something precious. Because you are. So please Baby, just let me take care of you.”

He crushed you in a hug, hiding his face in your hair.

“Thank you Doll,” he murmured as you wrapped your arms around his waist in turn.

“Any time, Buck.” You pulled away, leading him to the bed, “alright Baby, lay down on your stomach okay?”

He did as instructed, settling his head on the pillow, supporting his head with his arm.

“Can I get started, Sweetheart?” You asked, leaning down and kissing his shoulder.

He nodded, and you set to work.

Bucky gasped as you started to rub his back, the floral scented lotion cool against his skin.

You carefully worked out each individual knot, stopping and peppering little kisses along his spine every now and then.

You smiled at the happy little noises he was making, enjoying your soft touch.

Bucky had been with you for some time now, and he still couldn't comprehend how you could be so gentle with him

There was a pleasant fuzzy feeling creeping into his mind as you worked, blocking out every negative thought and anxiety Bucky had been carrying all day and allowing him to only focus on the here and now.

The way you massaged each taut muscle, working out each knot without causing him pain, the tender kisses you pressed to his back, it was so much more than he was used to

More than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, and far more than he thought he deserved.

You finished his massage and pressed a kiss to his temple, “how're you feeling, Baby?”

He let out a little hum, making you smile.

“Do you need anything else?” You asked, carding a hand through his hair, “I thought we could take a nap.”

“Skin-on-skin?” he asked, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes.

“Of course, Honey,” You smiled and slipped off your shirt before climbing into bed beside him.

Bucky laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

As he nestled into you, you grabbed his water bottle, “can I get you to drink something for me, Baby Boy?”

Bucky nodded and allowed you to slip the soft silicone mouthpiece between his lips, taking long, slow sips off the bottle.

“Good, Bucky,” you smiled, “are you hungry?”

He nodded, and you began to hold pieces of chocolate up to his mouth, feeding him with one hand and stroking his hair with the other

You knew that Bucky was an adult, fully capable of taking care of himself

But he'd taken care of himself for long enough, he deserved a break

And if that break came in the form of getting the skin-on-skin contact he desperately needed while being hand fed like a prince, then god dammit you’re gonna give it to him.

You’d give him the universe if he asked

Once he finished his chocolate, you noticed he was fighting to stay awake, his blue-gray eyes fluttering against your skin.

You kissed his forehead

“Take a nap, Sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up,” you brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed his cheek, “sleep tight, Baby. I love you.”

“Thank you for taking care of me, Doll,” he whispered as he drifted off.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

“Always, Bucky.”

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thesassypadawan · 1 month ago

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Make Them Blue (Will x WifeReader) *Blurb*

Summary: It’s No Nut November and your hubby decided to join a ‘friendly’ office pool with his fellow suits. Everything was going well until the heating/cooling at work breaks. Drenched in sweat, his only thought is coming home and taking that long yearned for shower. Which you are more than happy to give him with your tongue.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Sweat kink, one smexy dilf, yummy cinnamony/earthy taste, and…Will’s skilled fat dick.

Notes: Happy No Nut November all you, lovelies! 🤍💙

- You know you’re being obvious, not discreet at all. Unable to stop staring since he came home from work this evening. Watching intently at the way his powder blue shirt clings to his perspiring body; rides up to reveal the dewy crease of his hips; how the stains under his arms look so…scrumptious.

- “Come here…” Will’s skin glistens, appears to shimmer in the soft flickering glow of candlelight. “I only want a little…” Eyes focus, tracking a drop of sweat roll from behind his ear; down his throat, his chest. “Please…” Splatters onto your cheek; trickles into your eagerly waiting, open mouth. “Daddy…”

- Drunk off his essence, off his aroma. Breathy moan escapes you when the familiar salty flavor coats your tongue yet again. That cinnamony, earthy, distinct masculine scent fills your lungs once more. A truly intoxicating cocktail, you’ve come to learn and love…crave and need.

- Opening wider, pressing your lips to his jugular. Sloppily dragging across his pulse point; swirling, tracing the curve of his adam’s apple. Collecting, enjoying each savory bead. All the while greedily sucking, leaving pretty pink blotches in your wake. Accepting each of his…

- Steadily he thrusts, deep into your inviting warmth. “Only a little, baby girl?” Grunting, groaning; low, raspy voice rumbling through your tastebuds…the rest of your pleasure-weakened body. “Seems like a bit…extra than that.”

- “M-Mew,” you squeak happily, meekly. Continuing to lap blissfully at his flushed flesh; gathering another small mouthful, letting it pool on the tip of your tongue. “Sorry, didn’t me-mean to go so far…make y-you lose.” Before hungrily swallowing it all, licking your lips. Cooing in satisfaction…gaze locked with his. “Y-you just taste too go-good, can’t hel-help myself.”

- “Don’t…was only a matter of time…until I cracked.” Using his strength…his weight, Will pins you against the bed. Driving you further into the soaked sheets; heat enveloping you, washing over. Desperate moan escapes you, low growl from him. The force behind those hips increasing, growing erratic; wild, almost feral. Heavy, full balls slapping wetly against your bottom. “Can’t keep me out of this perfect pussy…for long.”

- Crashing together, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. Your legs weakly try to wrap tighter around, hike higher on his damp waist. Fingers fumble, scramble for perches on his clammy back. Only to slip, slide in a futile attempt to bring him even closer; to smother and drown yourself in his smell. Pathetic whine bubbling up from you throat.

- Breaking apart, looming and hovering above. “What's wrong…wifey?” He pants, sputters; warm, labored puffs of air fan your face. “Still want…more?” While he prods, bruises your poor cervix. Fat droplets raining onto your chin, neck…between your cleavage.

- Leaning forward, his tongue trails across the swell of your breast. “Course you do…” Ascending, sweeping up each bead along the path. “Always want more of…” Mixing it with his saliva, creating a tantalizing blend. “Your hubby’s taste…”

- That he forces into your gaping maw, down your parched throat. While drenching your trembling, shuddering walls with your third favorite delicacy.

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 1 year ago

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Chapter 9

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Brief mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms

A/N: Not quite as long as previous chapters but I digress.

Moodboard by @dannyo000 💙

You heard voices surrounding you, some loud and urgent while others almost whispered. You knew them, that was for certain but the stygian fog shrouding your consciousness forbade you from seeking information you knew you had. You were too tired to care, never even opening your eyes before you once again surrendered to oblivion.

The second time you became aware, it was quick. Your eyes opened, a reflex to the fear that immediately took hold and had you trying to sit up. You didn’t get far. You were so weak; your arms refused to hold your weight. When you collapsed back onto the soft pillow, something in your right arm pinched. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it did draw your attention to the tubing running from the crook of your elbow up to a clear bag hanging from the bedpost.

“You’re awake.”

Your head rolled to the left, wide eyes meeting the soft gaze of an older gentleman. The first thing you noticed was that he was so clean, dressed in a nice button-up and black trousers. His white hair was neatly combed and clearly cared after. Your confusion must have been distinctly written across your face because he went on with providing a little more detail.

“My name is Hershel. You were brought here in quite the state, young lady. You were severely dehydrated. Quite honestly, I still fear that there may be some damage to your kidneys but we will just need to wait and see.”

You were still so tired. “Where the hell am I?” The man—- Hershel —-pinned you with a chastising stare but it disappeared just as quickly.

“You’re in my home.”

You didn’t acknowledge the reply, adjusting your gaze to the ceiling. You didn’t remember much aside from the pain.

And Daryl.

Those eyes—blue like a mountain lake—had been brimming with concern; and then determination. He had brought you there. You knew he had to be terrified for—

“The baby!” You suddenly gasped, palms pressed hard over your stomach. “Is my baby okay?!”

Hershel was already holding up his hands in a placating gesture, nodding slowly. “I’m aware. Your husband filled me in on everything. Quite crudely, I might add.”

You snorted weakly. “He’s not my husband.”

Hershel’s gaze wandered over to the far side of the room, a low, steady hum emitting from behind closed lips. “I see. Well, in any case, I happen to have a POCUS machine here for use on the springing heifers. Now, I’m no medical doctor, but I was able to locate the fetus and a strong heartbeat. Your baby seems to be healthy, though I can make no guarantees.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, fingertips absently brushing back and forth over your abdomen. “You said you’re not a medical doctor.”

“That’s correct.”

You pulled a face, willing your tired brain to fill in the blanks before Hershel could simply tell you. A lightbulb sparked to life. “You’re a vet.”

“I am.” He moved around the bed, carefully eyeing the tubing connected to your arm and then the bag. He seemed concerned but said nothing. “You need to rest. We’re going to try to get some bland food in you along with some water. Of course, I’ve never had to treat hyperemesis gravidarum but I have medical journals that will help.”

You raised your head slightly, an inquisitive eyebrow arched. “Hyper who the what?”

He chuckled, making his way toward the door. “That’s exactly what your—whatever your relationship is. Anyway, that’s exactly what he said.” He motioned toward the far corner of the room, where his gaze had ventured moments before. Curiosity got the better of you and you forced yourself up, one arm at a time to rest on your elbows. Your arms trembled with the effort. It didn't matter because you were too overwhelmed by the warm feeling stirring in your chest.

Daryl was slumped in a chair, chin on his chest, and fast asleep.

“He hasn’t left this room.” The veterinarian offered, turning toward the door. “The condition is severe nausea and vomiting. From my reading, it’s hard to control even with medication. You’ll likely need fluids periodically throughout your pregnancy. We’ll discuss this more once you’ve regained some strength. For now, rest, sips of water, and small, bland meals.”

Your stomach churned at just the thought. “I’ll just throw it all up.”

He nodded in agreement, but didn’t seem pessimistic. “I’ve discussed this with him,” Hershel tilted his head toward the sleeping hunter. “My daughter has a list and will be leaving tomorrow morning to gather what we need. The Korean boy will be accompanying her.” He nodded and stepped over the threshold before you called out.

“Is Carl okay?”

“He’s not completely out of the woods but I expect he’ll make a full recovery.”

That made you smile. At least one of the children would be okay. With the information you were just given, you still worried for your own baby. “Thank you, Hershel.”

With a tight smile, he nodded and closed the door.

You laid back and let everything digest. You were going to have 7 months or so of what sounded like pure hell. You’d need access to constant medication. And the man couldn’t even guarantee that the baby in your belly was indeed healthy. If ever you felt like a burden to the group, it was at that moment.

Would they even allow you to stay?

You placed both hands on your belly and rubbed in soft circles. “You’ve decided to start giving me hell early, huh, little thumper?”

“Lil’ thumper?”

You raised your head as far as you could, finding Daryl sitting on the edge of the chair with his elbows on his knees while he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked exhausted despite having just been asleep.

He hasn’t left this room.

“Hey.” Your smile was feeble at best. Your body felt heavy and it ached, but the cramping had mercifully stopped. The hunter gave a slight nod to greet you just before he stood to stretch, his joints protesting. “How long have I been here?”

“Just over a day.” Your eyes tracked him crossing the room. When he was close enough, he snatched up the unused pillow. Leaning forward with one knee on the mattress, he slid a hand under the back of your head to assist you with sitting up. The second pillow was placed behind you and left you at least elevated enough to hold a conversation in relative comfort.

Your eyes downcast, you muttered a quiet thank you. Daryl simply nodded, shifting from foot to foot in a nervous cadence, likely unsure of what to do.

He suddenly cleared his throat. “Think ya can drink some water?”

Until that moment, you hadn’t paid any mind to how dry your mouth was. “Yeah. Yeah, I can try.”

The archer nodded, bringing his thumb to his mouth to chew on the side all the way around the bed where a glass of water was sitting on a bedside table. He removed the digit from his mouth in favor of fetching the drink.

Daryl held it out to you, eyeing your trembling hand lifting to accept it. “Wait.” He settled his hip on the edge of the mattress and brought the glass to your lips. “You’re gonna spill it if ya try by yourself.” With an aggrieved whine, you parted your lips so he could tip the glass. When he tried to take it away after a mere two sips, you brought your hand up to hold it in place, yearning for just a little more. “Nuh uh. Can’t have too much. Tryin’ ta keep it all on the inside.”

Bottom lip jutted out, you decided you weren’t beyond begging—until you realized your hand was covering his on the glass. Your need was promptly forgotten. You watched Daryl’s gaze follow your appendage but he placed the glass back on the table without commenting.

Probably for the best.

He didn’t remain on the bed long after that. Rubbing his palms over his thighs, he stood and walked over to the window, pushing the curtain aside.

“Did you, uh, get to see it?” You asked, needlessly smoothing the blankets over your lap. Daryl looked at you questioningly. “The baby. Did you get to see?”

“Mhm.” He looked back out the window. “Didn’t really know what I’s s’posed ta be looking at. There was this lil’—” he made a gesture with his hand that you weren’t sure how to interpret, “I dunno, like a flashing. He said it was the heartbeat.”

You hummed and brushed your fingers over your belly again. “Wish I could’ve seen it.”

“Mhm.” He nodded but kept his eyes on whatever he was watching outside, if there really was anything there at all. There was a sudden discontent in the air; the same thick tension you had felt in the truck that first day after he found you.

“He said you stayed the whole time.”

“Course I did.” His voice had lowered to a point where you were surprised you could hear him. “S’my kid in there. Needed to make sure ev’rything was okay. We don’t know these people.”

It felt like a punch to the gut. You had been telling yourself all along that the baby was all Daryl cared about. He’d almost made that perfectly clear, until the forest. Something in his eyes had shifted, and the way he spoke to you. He had been so coarse up until you admitted that you had been wrong. Then his touches were gentle, his voice even more so.

But now, you wondered if maybe you had imagined it. You chewed on your lip, glancing up at him every few seconds. It might finally be the right time. You had no doubt that he would stop you if it wasn’t.

“I’m really sorry, Daryl.” You willed him to look at you; it was imperative that he actually witnessed your sincerity. You had never meant to hurt him.

“‘Bout what?” He asked, just before he obliged your unspoken request. He started to turn back to the window but it appeared he thought better of it and held your gaze.

“I only knew for less than a day.” You waited to be dismissed; for him to snap at you and stomp out of the room.

He did neither.

You slowly repositioned yourself, suddenly uncomfortable under his stare. He was giving you his attention; finally hearing what you had to say, only for you to be terrified to continue.

“I, um—I found out from the blood test. I went to see Jenner after supper. I came to tell you that night but—I got scared and then you kissed me and I—” you lowered your head, the stark white sheet suddenly very interesting. “I’m just sorry. I'm sorry you had to find out the way you did. I should have told you.”

The silence carried on, suffocating and loud. You were certain he could hear the intensity of your thundering heart from across the room. A tear tickled your skin as it cascaded down your cheek, almost conjuring a laugh when you realized you were hydrated enough to actually cry.

“S’okay.” Your wet, shining eyes locked on him immediately. He was looking out the window again, but somehow looked calmer. That tenseness in his stance had softened. “I shouldn’a been such a asshole.”

You gave a wet laugh, the acceptance of your apology having more of an effect on you than you could have imagined. Naturally, Daryl was looking at you with an inquisitive brow arched. “I’m not laughing at you.” You assured him with a useless gesture, waving your hands. “Hormones, I guess?”

There was a very slow nod that meant I have no idea what that means but I’ll take your word for it. He watched you nervously until the waterworks dried up, seemingly afraid to approach while you were having your moment. You were still sniffling when he sat down on the edge of the mattress again and grabbed the water glass. “A lil’ more an’ I’ll go down to see what we can do ‘bout some food for ya.”

And right on cue, your stomach rumbled while your cheeks reddened.

Hershel had discovered some Odansetron in his supplies and was able to work out a safe dose for you with the help of the medical journals. It had made you a little drowsy but not so much so that you didn’t laugh and smile broadly when the waves of nausea all but ceased for the first time in days!

Daryl brought you one scrambled egg and half a piece of toast with no butter. He was forced to snatch away your fork when you almost crammed the entirety of the egg in your mouth in one bite.

“Slow down. Ain’t nobody gonna take it from ya. Jesus.” He handed the utensil back after you promised to take your time. It was difficult but you managed to keep that promise.

Now you were curled up under the sheets, eyes heavy and stomach full. You felt better than you had since first arriving into the small group. Sleepy, but better. The fluids would continue at least throughout the night, Hershel had said. He would give you another injection of the antiemetic when it was time, just to keep your symptoms under control until his daughter could hopefully find some in tablet form.

The room was near silent, which didn’t bother you now that Daryl had heard your apology and accepted it. He may only be worrying about his baby but he at least wasn’t angry with you anymore. You still had a lot to talk about but it was more related to planning for childbirth and parenting during an apocalypse. So, for now, you melted into the bed and closed your eyes.

Daryl yawned from the chair in the corner. Your eyes were quick to open. The hunter had protected you, had been protecting you from the moment he carried you out of the woods. How cruel was it for you, pregnant or not, to be in a nice, cozy bed while he was slumped in a very uncomfortable-looking chair.

“Hey, Daryl?” You didn’t move from the comfortable position you had found but you were able to call out loud enough for him to hear. He grunted in reply, which you wanted to chuckle at for whatever reason. “Can you come over here for a sec?”

There was a sigh before you heard the chair slightly shift when he rose from it. He actually approached the side your back was turned toward, probably assuming you wanted the water glass. You were able to roll onto your other side, careful of the IV. You were definitely improving. That movement alone would have been impossible when you had first awakened.

Daryl actually looked tired. Worry and near sleepless nights had that effect, you supposed. His hand wrapped around the glass but you extended yours before he could pick it up.

“Thank you, but that’s not what I needed.” You smiled gently.

“What is it then? Gettin’ up early to look for the girl. Need to get some sleep.”

You were careful about scooting backwards, maneuvering the tubing so it was against the headboard and not across the mattress. Situated comfortably, you lifted the blankets on the other side.

“Get in.”

He arched a brow, the question of are you serious needn’t have been spoken aloud.

“Ugh, always thinking with your dick.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled lightly. “No, I just want you to sleep here. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Now his brow drew inward, skeptically.

“Why?”

“Because I’m not sure I could even have sex right now—”

“Not that.” He snorted and shook his head. “Why d’ya want me to sleep there?”

Did he just assume you didn’t want him near you because of everything? He never questioned any time you had wanted him buried inside you but looked honestly confused that you’d want him near you otherwise. “Because you need to rest too. It’s been crazy out there. But we’re safe right now—”

“Ain’t never safe.”

“Thanks, captain optimistic.” You deadpanned, releasing the sheets be keeping your hand splayed out on the mattress. “Seriously, whether or not it’s safe out there doesn’t matter. You make me feel safe. And I’d really like it if you’d sleep here.” When he didn’t answer immediately, you added a quiet please that seemed to break his resolve.

"You’re ridiculous.” You were sure that was just the Daryl method of diffusing a situation that had become too uncomfortable for him to handle. Regardless, he sat down and began taking off his boots. You gave up the second pillow and snuggled back into your own, watching the soft light from the bedside lamp cause shadows to dance across him while he got comfortable. Of course, he opted to lie on his back on top of the blanket.

“Better than the chair?” You were smiling smugly when he rolled his head toward you. He scoffed and returned his gaze to the ceiling. In seconds, his eyelids were drooping, along with your own. You took a deep, content breath and allowed yourself to relax and begin to give in to the call of sleep.

Just as the last dregs of consciousness began to release their hold, you could have sworn you heard him say “much better than the chair.”

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readychilledwine · 10 months ago

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Dollification

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

**reminder, we do not yuck other people's Yums on this blog**

Dollification is the sexual attraction or arousal to the idea of becoming a living doll. In this kink, you have the doll and their owner in a total power exchange dynamic. The owner of the doll will decide how their hair done, their clothing, their makeup, their mannerism, etc. Being a sub does not guarantee that a person would enjoy the Dollification process. Dolls tend to enjoy being objectified, so they enjoy the idea of someone owning them and treating them like a possession.

There are different types of dolls that all have their own attire. The most common are Lolita dolls, latex dolls, baby dolls, zentai dolls, and living Barbies. For this fic, I focused on the living barbie.

Living barbie dolls are known for being into bimbofication, or the act or process of being made beautiful but acting or being seen as stupid. Bimbos traditionally have a very specific stereotype that crosses well into barbie world. Blonde, makeup, tight clothing, revealing clothing. Some barbie dolls will go as far as plastic surgery to achieve the barbie body and looks as well.

One aspect of Dollification that may be odd is that the dolls remain silent during sex. The idea is to be as close to a doll as possible, so silence is a part of that. I have Seraphina breaking that rule a little as an understood thing between her and Azriel.

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Azriel x Seraphina Vanserra

Warnings - complete power exchange, some impact play, dehumanization, restraints

Azriel was a smiling like one smug bastard as he circled his mate.

His precious little mate.

Sweet Seraphina was dressed in a lace blue corset, breasts pushed up high, and waist snatched in. A pretty matching thong left nothing to his imagination.

Her hair was down exactly as he had asked, brushed and left with those full body waves, a bow keeping some of it tied back while the rest fell naturally down her back like a waterfall of fire.

Even the makeup was exactly as he had asked. Soft, highlighting those Autumn Court features, mascara used to make those thick lashes seem bigger.

She was perfect before she had so willingly handed this level of submission to Azriel, but something about having his own living breathing doll, something about controlling what she wore, how she looked, her mannerisms, that really got him off. "Such a beautiful thing, aren't you?" He had trained her well, smirking as she didn't respond and only stared ahead. "You have permission to smile." He placed a kiss on her pointed ear, watching in the mirror as he eyes fluttered shut and a soft smile graced her full lips.

His hands began roaming her body, squeezing her breasts along the way down. "I know you are still learning," he bit her shoulder gently before kissing the mark and kissing up her neck. "So I will allow you to make noise, but to be the perfect doll, we need to work on silence. Okay, pet?"

Serphina didn't respond, knowing she had only been given permission to express pleasure and nothing else. "Good girl. Good fucking girl." His voice dripped with pride, with arousal, and something Sera had learned was Azriel's way of expressing affection.

He kept her facing the mirror, and he began. That lacy thong he had admired was pulled down by his shadows, and his hand went to cup her sex, groaning as he found her dripping. "Insatiable, aren't you?" Her breath hitched at the accusation, at the reminder of what she'd become to him.

A sex doll. A pretty little toy owned by him that sat waiting where he sat her just anticipating his cock. He had taken her fashion sense, her free will, her body, and she gave it to him so willingly, so freely.

She made no noise as two thick fingers dipped into her heat, prepping her for him. She wouldn't get to cum tonight. She was his doll right now, not a living breathing being with needs. She couldn't help the small whine leaving her as his fingers curled, tensing her and reminding her of what he could do, what she'd be missing tonight. "Always so fucking ready for me."

Azriel pulled her by her hair. "Walk," he all but dragged her to the bed, forcing her to lay facedown on it. His fingers resunk into her as his shadows forced her hands to her back and her apart, holding them there. Pressure was building in her stomach, a soft moan escaping every so often muffled by the bed.

As he was pulling her apart, a smack rang through the air, and Sera instantly pulled her lip into her mouth, biting down. She was allowed to express pleasure, not pain. Another smack came, and it took her willpower not to move, to cry.

Azriel's fingers left her cunt and everything seemed still for a second. She took a few deep breaths, and then the contact came again. A quick, precise slap landed on her core, and Sera broke. Her body jolted, and she squirmed, whimpering in pain as Azriel stared down at her with a smirk.

He forced her face further into the bed. "Dolls don't move, Seraphina." Her breath was blocked off, it felt as if she was inhaling her own heated exhale, choking on it as he shifted behind her, clothing long gone.

She felt the ties of her corset growing tighter, restricting her breath further. "Be a good fucking doll and stay still or I'll have to punish you." He entered her without warning, sliding in to the hilt. His hand holding her head down moved to her ass meeting his other hand there as he squeezed the supple flesh and began pounding. He forced her hips up enough that the arch of her back now dug her face into the bed, cutting off her air supply again.

She moaned into the sheets as his cock dragged inside of her, remaining as quiet as she could. It was hard, so hard, when her mate, the picture of male perfection with the cock to match, was hitting every nerve, every hidden spot inside of her that was begging for attention.

Azriel allowed her one kindness. He kept the bond open, allowing her to feel his pride, his love, his happiness, and every single ounce of his pleasure her tight heat was bringing him. She was untouched by any male besides him and he had begun whispering to her not long ago how it was as if she cunt began to change herself, perfecting in to this perfect sleeve made just for him. His groans were getting louder, thrusts quicker and quicker.

He was close, so close, and Seraphina smiled into the bed, lightheaded from the lack of air.

She had only made a few noises, only moved once. It was a vast improvement from their first round of doll play that ended in Azriel's frustration and the pale skin of her ass bruised and sore for a few hours.

He squeezed her ass again, spitting on her back entrance as he did and moving one hand to have this thumb circle that entrance. She moaned again, cunt clenching as she did, at his teasing. "Being so good, sweetness. So close," she knew from his panting from how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, from the twitching inside of her.

He also knew she was right there, waiting for a command he would not give her tonight. He'd leave her wet and wanting once he stripped that corset off and took care of her. He knew it was cruel. Knew he should treat her better, but part of why she got off in this was the dehumanization, the denial of her needs.

The thought of her submission, of her trust and love for him, had him roaring, spilling every last drop into her. He rode out his high before leaning down and kissing the base of her neck. She whimpered below him, body desperate with need as he pulled out of her, watching their juices leak out of her, mixing together. The sight had him itching to take her again, but she needed a break. She needed out of that damned corset, she wanted to breath, to snuggle.

Azriel began working at the ties, pulling her up by her arms and pushing the hooks together in the front to take it off in one movement. "All done, Seraphina. You can behave normally now."

He watched her shoulders fall in relief and turned back to look at him with soft doe eyes, waiting for his praise, for the aftercare he'd so lovingly give her. He leaned in, kissing her and pumping his love down the bond before turning her to he could rest his forehead on hers.

"You did so well, my salvation. Took everything so much better this time. I am so proud of you. I know that must have been difficult." She nodded as he leaned to kiss her again. "Did you have fun?"

"Any time your inside of me is fun, Azriel."

The comment sent heat to his cheeks, a smile appearing to show off those dimples. "Then I'll try to be inside of you more. Let's go take a bath."

"When do I get to finish?"

The question made him growl, pulling her to him by her neck before cupping her chin. "In the bath if you're a good girl."

"Then I'll be the best girl," his cock twitched at the underlying tone in her voice.

He had created a monster. A tiny sex fueled monster who had an appetite that matched his now. His true equal. "We'll see," his tone was a warning as she flashed a serpent like smirk, reminding him so much of her eldest brother.

He'd fuck that smirk right off her face permanently some day.

And she was secretly praying for him to do it.

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forlorn-crows · 7 months ago

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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 30: 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 / 𝒅𝒂𝒚 19: 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

pairing(s): swiss/aeon words: 1314 notes: they/them aeon (cock/dick for their anatomy, only implied here). a present for dottie: happy birthday @coffeeghoulie 💙

Aeon looks around, nose leading his head in an almost bird-like manner as he takes in the state of the bedroom. There’s twenty or so candles of various sizes and burn stages placed around the room, the walls and furniture cast in a warm amber. All dark wax: navy blues, midnight blacks, and deep crimsons grouped together in trios of moody hues. A dying joint sits in the ashtray on the nightstand—it’s the only scent in the room aside from Swiss’ own. Something light, not too strong; pleasantly heady and herbal.

“What’s with all the candles?”

Swiss chuckles. He shuts the door behind them and loosely crosses his arms. “It’s called ‘setting the mood’,” he lilts.

They raise their eyebrows. “Hm.” Aeon looks him up and down, not-so-subtly lingering on his forearms. “You wanted to play with fire.”

“These things aren’t mutually exclusive, baby.” Swiss flashes his thousand-watt smile, and Aeon can’t help but roll their eyes and drift into him. They slip into his arms and wrap theirs around his waist. Leaning back their head into the cradle of Swiss’ hands when they come up to the back of their neck.

Aeon hums. Smiles lazily. “I have something else you can play with,” they say softly, picking the hem of his t-shirt out of his jeans and slipping their hands underneath. They sway their hips a little too, just for good measure. Swiss rumbles, sultry. The quint ghoul runs their knobby fingers over the softness of his lower back, then slides one of their hands to his front. Palm flat against his stomach and drifting upwards.

“Oh, I bet you do,” the multi ghoul says huskily. He grins, pulling Aeon in until their lips meet, half a kiss and half a shared, breathless laugh.

Swiss’ mouth is warm, inviting—he always makes it too easy for them to open up immediately, tongues gliding out to greet the other in the space between their eager lips. Aeon tastes the weed lingering in his mouth. His natural mint and whiskey flavor. They never tire of it, no matter how many times they’ve tasted each other by now.

Swiss drops one hand to their waist instead, pulling them flush to his own body. Aeon groans approvingly and brings that hand on his tummy higher, higher. Fingers curling into his chest hair and thigh slotting between his legs.

The multi ghoul huffs. “Make me crazy, baby,” he breathes into their mouth. “So fuckin’ crazy.”

“Yeah?” Aeon teases. They trail kisses down his jawline, his neck. Hand dragging back down his torso until they’re palming the tent in Swiss’ jeans, earning them a hiss. “Gonna show me how crazy?” they mumble into his pulsepoint.

“Fuck.” Swiss’ head dips back as he grinds into Aeon’s hand. They curl their fingers, pressing them deeper, groping him through the denim. His scent turns spicy and sweet all at once. Flooding their senses with nothing but a potent cloud of Swiss. They throb between their legs when his hands start to roam, chubbing up as he digs his those thick fingers into their waist, their back, petting over the nape of their neck and pawing at their ass.

When the multi ghoul pulls them into a heated kiss, it’s Aeon’s turn to swear. “Shit—want you,” they pant.

Swiss laughs breathlessly. “Didn’t even get to any romance yet.”

“Don’t have to—can have me however you want.”

The room spins.

The statement steals the breath from Swiss’ lungs, twisting it into a devastated groan. He grips Aeon tighter. Anchoring them both to the spot and resting their foreheads together. His heart’s pounding against his ribs, and he’s sure the quint can probably hear it—probably feel it against that skinny chest of theirs.

“Baby,” he says slowly. His voice breaks with the surge of want that rushes up from his core, but it’s the nerves that he chokes on. Swiss swallows in poor effort to shove it all down. He cradles their cheeks in his hands, thumbs grazing over their cheekbones. Specks of ultraviolet in their otherwise charcoal gray eyes flash in the candlelight as they gaze up at him with parted lips and furrowed brow. Concerned despite the obvious arousal between them.

“What?”

Swiss takes a full breath. “Aeon,” he says softly. Their eyebrows raise a centimeter. “My beautiful bug.” They light up at the word ‘my’, chirping quietly.

Lucifer, he can’t keep it in any longer. “I love you.”

Aeon’s eyes go wide. They stare at him for a painfully long moment, eyes flitting all over his face. Five, six, seven . . .The silence is maddening, but Swiss doesn’t dare break it by accidentally saying something stupid. Their fingers curl into his shirt a few seconds later and they force out: “Oh, the candles . . .”

He sighs, tension between his shoulders dissipating. “Yeah, the candles,” Swiss laughs. “Hopeless romantic, you know me. But ya kinda jumped me before I had the chance to be sappy.”

“Sorry,” they say, mouth scrunching to the side as they hold back a smile. “Could have stopped me.”

“Like hell I was gonna stop you.”

Aeon shrugs. “Fair.” But they smile big then, pulling Swiss into a hug. The multi ghoul wraps them up easily, resting his cheek against the top of their head. They smell like Dew’s shampoo and the electric zing of oncoming storms. Metallic and clear and apple-y. They blow a great big sigh into his chest, and it’s all wonderfully domestic. Something about them not realizing he had wanted to craft a certain ambiance and just falling into their usual, casual routine makes him smile. It’s just so them. He isn’t even bothered by Aeon not saying it back; he just needed to say it, lest it tumble from his lips at a random moment before his brain could stop his mouth from uttering the three words.

Swiss sways them a little in the short span of silence, gaze lost in the flickering flames off to his right. That lingering feeling of arousal creeps back up, but he’s just as content to preserve this little bubble of warmth for as long as Aeon will let him.

It’s not much longer though, the quint ghoul soon pulling his head out from their embrace. Their face has a little color to it, a slight purple hue over their otherwise deep gray complexion. Swiss can’t help but grin at how cute it makes them.

“What are you smiling at?”

Swiss grins wider. “Just you. My cute little bug.”

Aeon shakes their head, amused. “You know that I love you, too, right?”

A flash of giddiness surges through his chest, the entire cavity of it filling with affection. “You love me, too.” It’s a statement, not a question. Swiss fights his cheeks hard from dimpling with delight.

“Yes? That’s what I just—mmpf!”

Swiss dives in and captures them in a kiss, cutting off the rest of their sentence. The ‘yes’ was more than enough for him. He kisses them like he hasn’t seen them in a hundred years—hands curled in their hair, mouths slotted perfectly together, and love seeping from every possible pore. Aeon melts so easily for him, humming contentedly when he licks over their top lip. Where it was heated and fervid before, it’s deep and tender now: a slow meeting and parting of their mouths, over and over without any intent of stopping.

“Fuck, Swiss,” Aeon mumbles against his lips after who knows how many kisses. He takes it as an invitation to lick into their mouth, leaning into the hand that’s started skirting back under his shirt. “Please.”

Pleasure coils hot in his stomach. Renewed enthusiasm taking over as they start getting needy again. “Anything,” Swiss rumbles, grabbing at their waist. Pulling them in until they’re flush against him once more, until he can feel them throb through their pants.

“Take me,” Aeon breathes. “Make me yours.”

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cosmictrashqueen · 10 months ago

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I’m still trying to figure out the best format for these little writings, but here! Have some Dick Grayson angst!

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It was about an hour before Dick came home you had received a text from Jason- a heads up that patrol didn’t go well and Dick most definitely needed some support through it.

After reading that message, you hadn’t been able to fall asleep as the anxiety of “what happened?” buzzed in your mind. Did Dick get hurt? Did a mission go wrong? Did they lose someone on the team? You hadn’t been told about any nefarious plans they were currently trying to stop, and as far as you knew Dick’s patrol for the night was just a normal one of patrolling around the city and stopping any crime that he saw happening.

It was nearing 4am when you heard the sliding of the bedroom window opening, rousing you from the half unconsciousness you had fallen into. “Dickie?” Your voice was quiet as you sat up, seeking out his silhouette in the darkness of the room. The lights from the outside filtered through the window and gave just enough light to cast a soft blue into the room.

Dick didn’t say anything as he moved, his body language that of an injured cat trying to curl in on itself- though he didn’t move as if he himself had an injury. You opened your mouth to ask if he was okay as the anxiety spiked once more, but your words died on your tongue as Dick all but slumped into the bed, burying his face into your chest as his breathing was a little labored.

“I lost a kid tonight…” Those words whispered against your skin may as well have been a bullet sounding in silence. His words were heavy with sorrow and regret, and you knew Dick well enough to know there was self loathing and blame weighing him down as well.

“Oh baby… I’m so sorry.” You say, your heart clenching at the pain you know Dick feels right now. Your fingers gently run through his hair soothingly, “… if you want to talk about it, I’m listening.”

Dick remains silent for a while, his breathing shaky as it seems he’s fighting back crying. Moments later you feel his tears against your skin and his body sags into yours, “It was a bunch of the usual thugs, low names in one of the crime syndicates looking to up their rank. They… kidnapped a kid and were trying to use him as leverage.”

His voice was getting more strained as he talked, your collarbone feeling more wet with his tears, “Oh Dickie… I’m so sorry-“

“That bullet was meant for me. If I hadn’t moved to take him down when I did, it would have hit me and not killed someone’s child. It’s my fault. I should have- I should have….”

“Shhh, it’s okay…” Your words are soft as you hold Dick, his words devolving into sobs as he finally lets it out.

Over the course of your relationship, Dick has had some rough times with losing civilians, and each and every time it’s like the first time ever. He has so much care in his heart for the citizens of this city, a fierce longing to protect them, and whenever he feels as if he’s failed them, it’s not so much a blow to his ego as it is a new tear in his heart. Dick was kind, compassionate, loving, and losing civilian’s lives on his time- especially a child- was not something he took lightly.

You hold him close as he cries into your neck, fingers rubbing along his scalp soothingly as you can do nothing but be an anchor for him so he doesn’t get ripped out to sea in his emotions.

“I know it’s hard, but even though you’ve been doing this for almost your whole life sometimes things are unpredictable. Things can just… happen. Unfortunately that’s what happened tonight… it’s not your fault. You were trying to save that little kid, and things just… escalated.” You never really knew the right words to say to Dick when things like this happened, when he needed the support and comfort from his partner through tough times.

The two of you stay quiet for a little while longer, his laborer breathing and soft sobs slowly coming to a rest as he calms down more and more. You’d stay here holding Dick as long as he needed you to, though you knew he’d probably relax more if he wasn’t still in his suit.

“Let’s get you out of this, okay baby?” You say quietly, gently pushing him away so you can help him start to undress out of his suit. Even after all these years you still struggle with taking it off him by yourself, so once your fingers begin to fumble he lets out a soft chuckle and sits back to peel himself free from Nightwing, coming back to your arms as just Dick Grayson.

“There we go, much better.” You whisper as your nails gently scratch along his back. Your lips place gentle kisses along the smudged black ringed around his eyes, “A life was lost tonight, and I know you know it’s not the last time it will happen. You’re out there every night fighting, Dickie, fighting criminals from the lowest of ranks to those like Joker and Freeze. You’ve been saving countless lives between your time in Gotham and Bludhaven, don’t ever forget that. I’m not saying that little kid’s life is meaningless, what I’m saying is don’t forget him as you keep fighting to save other lives.”

Dick remains silent until the two of you drift off to sleep together, his head resting on your chest as your arms are wrapped around him. You knew come morning Dick would be a little more recovered from the night, and that little child he lost would be his driving force for new actions taken against the criminals of the city.

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The following week during dinner, Dick is talking to you about the Avery Fund, which is a new Wayne financial fund he and Bruce agreed upon that would help with family’s who have lost children to the crime rates in the city.

Dick never ceases to amaze you with the efforts he takes both as Dick Grayson and Nightwing to better the lives of civilians.

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years ago

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Little Things

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: FLUFF!! , Bucky Barnes being adorable, mention of Bucky being insecure (blink and you’ll miss it). Mentions of kisses and hugs, mentions of food and beverages, nicknames.

a/n: this is a mixture of a headcannon - one shot - drabble hehe, just i was feeling stuff and wanted some Bucky Fluff so here I go. hope you all like it 💙 hugs for all.

Life can be boring, monotonous or simply hard at times. A bad day might turn into a bad week where all you want to do is lie on the bed.

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

Bucky Barnes can always sense a shift in your mood, the man can practically read your thoughts you feel sometimes.

Little things like making your favourite hot beverage after a tiring day, always makes you smile.

“Here you go princess.”

So many nicknames so much love and all the little things which make your relationship so wholesome.

Grocery shopping dates are one of your favourites, simple and feels like home. You and Bucky walk in the different aisles, getting through your shopping list. You always buy plums for him which he adores.

“Let’s get chocolate milk too please” Bucky gives you puppy eyes and you can never say no to that.

Coming home to Bucky Barnes is the best feeling in the world. That face, that smile and everything about him which makes you wanna thank your stars to be able to call him your man.

“I have a special day planned for us” That is how you end up in a beautiful park with a picnic basket Bucky prepared. Gestures like these make you feel warm in your heart.

“Thank you Bucky Bear.” You kiss his cheek and he still blushes like the first time you did so.

Friday movie nights followed by Saturday cooking date, your favourite two evenings of the week. You both always try to keep yourselves free for these two evenings.

Cooking with Bucky is so special even if it’s so simple. The two of you swaying with music and cooking dinner, sharing multiple kisses and cuddles in between.

You both end up going to your favourite little cafe quite often. Bucky is opening up to new flavours of coffee, and has taken a liking towards iced coffee. Only when you thought you cannot love him any more.

When Bucky hugs you from the back and pulls you close to his body, you feel protected and so loved. That is your happy space.

The man is your very own bear. You wonder how a man built like that can be so soft and cuddly.

While re-watching a random episode of your favourite show, you snuggle against your bear and play with his hair. He loves it and sometimes closes his eyes to take it all in.

At the beginning of your relationship Bucky took some time to open up, he wasn’t sure of himself and whether he deserved so much love and care.

But now he is thankful that you have broken all those walls, and that you both love each other so much.

Bucky Barnes is the happiest when he is with you. His princess, his doll, his baby girl, his sunshine, the love of his life.

“You’re my home you know that my love?” You ask him while he lies on your lap and you softly run your fingers through your hair.

“I do now, you’re my everything Sunshine, you’re my home too.” He smiles looking up at you and his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. You lean down and meet his lips with yours.

“I love you.”

Little things in life are what you cherish, being with Bucky Barnes is what you cherish every second.

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wendigoruble · 21 days ago

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💙Tall Woman: Date Prep💙

This series will be told in short bursts and will explore the canon themes of Franco's sexism and misogyny. Basically, I want a large lady to take him down a peg ;)

That being said, there are misogyny and sexual themes ahead

It seems like just yesterday they met at the diner. She towered over him, tall as the ceiling. Her soft amber hair framing her face. Smooth shoulders sloping down to that heavy rack. Those long, long legs that ended in beautiful baby blue stiletto heels. Any man would be weak on sight, for that Franco is certain.

What a perfect woman, the best he'd ever seen.

It'd taken a lot of will to not fall to his knees on that dirty floor. It took even more to make his words come out right when dropping every pickup line he possibly could. Even hiding his pacifier away in his pocket and giving that crooked smile he prayed was charming enough to strike a good cord. He had gotten a giggle out of her, he'd gotten a name even. She didn't run off, in fact she sat beside him with this amused looking grin. Looking at him like he was cute. Maybe she picked up on how flush his cheeks had gotten.

Most importantly, during their entire interaction, he got a date. His ticket into what surely would be the best night of his life. And he didn't even need to pay for it!

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Franco looks himself up and down in the mirror. Tilting his head slightly he twists his hair into a nice swoop with his fingers. He's dawned his best baby blue pinstripe suit, thrown on some expensive cologne, hell he had even gone as far as to brush his teeth for this. It'd been a good while since he pulled out all the stops for a lady. Even longer for a woman he's not paying.

“Don't fuck this up,”He mumbles to himself as he pockets his pacifier then adjusts luparas holster which he covers her his coat,”You're gonna get that woman and ride her to your grave.”

With himself as ready as he can be he heads out to pick her up. It's an anxious drive though. He can feel his palms sweating against the steering wheel the more he thinks of her, of what she may be wearing. He hopes and prays she has on those heels again and that nice short dress. Showing off those long smooth legs that he desperately wants to hold onto for dear life. Franco curls his fingers as he bites his bottom lip. That familiar warmth swirls around in his lower gut as he relaxes his hands and brings one down to his thigh. He's got half a mind to fluff himself before getting to her house. Wouldn't she like that? Women love a man who's excited to see them. If she knew he was already getting off to her that would be endearing. Surely she'd smile, praise, be flattered.

If only he could actually get it up right now.

Eventually he pulls up to her home and he honks the horn while leaning slightly out the window. His gaze trained on the front door and the lights behind the home's curtains. There's a brief flicker of a shadow before she steps out and his eyes go wide.

She's got on the most beautiful strapless dress. It's sparkly red and comes down to mid thigh with red heels to match. His gaze travels up her legs, all the way up to meet her eyes when she's at the side of the car. She puts her hand on its roof and leans forward. Franco swallows thickly as he struggles to meet and hold her gaze.

God she makes him weak, especially with such a perfect rack just inches from him. So close he could just about lean in for a sip. She could just hold him there and crush him like a hot little grape. Squeeze the life out of him even, and he would say thank you.

“Nice ride you got.” She says with a smile that he's barely catching.

“Hah.. Thanks…”

“Where are we headed by the way?”

She walks around the car with even strides. Franco can feel the slightest twitch between his legs with each click those heels make on the pavement. When she slips into the passenger seat he feels small, so small. She has to look down at him. It takes a moment for him to find his words as he shifts the car into gear.

“Wher- ah! Thought I'd treat ya nice. Take you to a steakhouse for something good. I got us reservations and all.” He steals a quick glance at her shoes again.

Those heels could pierce his heart in two.

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lustrousgh0st · 11 months ago

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~💙🔞💙~

No thoughts, only overstimulated Vash.

~{overstimulation, dom reader, sub Vash, femdom, kinda mommy kink, handjob, grinding, pathetic whinny vash, finger sucking, lots of dirty talk, plant markings, I need this man like air}~

‼️NSFW under, minors DNI‼️

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He’s panting hard, face a burning shade of red, sweat dripping down his skin while you continue to pump his cock after his second orgasm. A string of raspy, pathetic whines spill past his parted lips when you stroke his slicked up sensitive head, his hips bucking away from your touch

“be a good boy Vash, mommy’s not finished yet so keep still”

His eyebrows furrow in frustration

“mmmmmmhhh..pl-please”

his sweet voice breaks as he squirms beneath you. Artificial hand gripping the sheet at his side as his other covers his mouth and you watch his eyes roll back as he starts to buck up into your hand, his hips stuttering and twitching as though he can’t make up his mind. It still feels so good but the twinging ache from overstimulation is making his hips involuntarily contradict his want to chase the pleasure.

You watch the blonde struggle breathlessly and it’s such a devine sight, the way his scared chest heaves with each desperate breath he takes, the way his long lashes are stuck together with tears and his baby blue eyes are glistening along with them. You hum soothingly as you stroke your free hand up his chest, watching his breath hiccup when you graze over his nipple.

“Sweet boy are you ready now?”

You ask softly, Vash immediately nods his head

“yes!…Yes please, please miss”

he babbles desperately, knowing what’s to come. You smile at his enthusiasm, even after being milked twice, his cock still painfully hard and throbbing in your hand. You giggle and finally let him go, watching his body relax for this first time this hour. You lick your fingers clean as he watches, embarrassment of his mess evident on his expression.

You sit your pussy down on top of his length, your slick fold’s sandwiching him as you cup his face in your hands

“are you a good boy Vash?” You ask

“y-yes miss”

he whines when your pussy glides up his length, teasing him. You smile and slowly part his lips using your thumb on his chin before sloooowly dipping it into his mouth and watching him instinctively lap his tongue around it. The soft, warm muscle tasting his own saltiness from your skin and making you wish you’d have pushed him between your legs a bit before letting him have you but oh well, plenty more nights for that.

“You going to make mommy feel good?”

His eyes twinkle as he nods and hums in response around your thumb, his hands gripping your waist and dragging you down his length as he fucks himself against you.

You moan when he rubs against your clit and you pull your thumb from his mouth only to replace it with your lips, he desperately kisses you while humping you along his cock. Only parting from your lips to quickly talk

“can I-“

a few more kisses

“please”

a couple more

“fuck you now?”

His tip is prodding at your entrance eagerly. You move to his neck and bite the sensitive spot below his ear

“yes baby”

and within a second he’s burring himself in your heat and making the most delectable moans and whimpers with every inch until he’s balls deep. Grip tightening on the flesh of your hips as he watches himself disappear in and out of between your legs, those glowing blue plant markings faintly beginning to cover his body.

“Am I doing good?”

He whimpers, bless him, he’s always so ready to please you even when you’ve abused his body already.

Like a good dog.

You swipe a tear from his cheek

“so good baby, always so good for me aren’t you? Pretty boy with a pretty cock all for me”

his hips stutter almost to a stop and you can tell he almost came again from your praise. He giggles sweetly when a shiver runs up his body

“Mmhh god you’re killing me baby”

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dolliestfairy · 2 years ago

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𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ⸰ 🫧 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

Powerful Sorcerer Gojo Satoru falling in love with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Water Fairy 🫧🦋

Authors Note ✿ : this is a request from @arisucat :3 this is also kinda rushed i just done this prob like 1 hours or some idk, anyways enjoy and if you like my works, please give reblog and feedbacks! tysm.

Warnings ✿ : male masturbation, breeding kink (?), i think thats it lmfao, the rest of it was just fluff fluff fluff. lmk if miss anything though. reader skin color is not announced.

Wc : 6,3k

The first time he had laid his eyes on you he swear to the sun and star that you're the most beautiful creature he ever seen in his entire life.

no Moon, or Stars, or even his blue eyes can beat your beauty. you're an exquisite one.

he really love seeing you showing your talent, espesially with children. where he sees at the fountain in the middle of the garden surrounding by little childs.

sometimes he paid himself to join you and the little children, making them all laugh, and also he was there to make you laugh too ;).

he love about how around you filled with such laugh and joy, the happiness of the children, how you show your water power to them, making them confused yet curious however.

it sparks something in gojo.

the first time he sees you he tell himself that he just think you're a very exquisite creature and it makes him overwhelmed, but as times goes by, he realize that he was actually starting to..... falling in love.

the way you show your power to children, how friendly and shy you are, how you were making the childrens happy, how you make him feel so happy...

it leads to his thinking of wanting to marry you and fuck with you. having kids together and making those little humans of yours happy.

and he didnt even denied his thinking. he really does wanna fuck you in your wedding dress, in the middle of the night, pressing your back, breeding you, and make babies with you.

he always drowning in those nasty romantic dreams while his hands holding his cock, stroking it up and down, dreaming about you, thinking about you, and imagining the future of you both together.

it doesnt gonna take long enough for him to confess to you and how the way he said "i love you" and "would you like to be mine?"

its been 7 years since you both dated, theres a rough time but you both always try to help each other.

and after 7 years waiting, he finally had a time to make you completely his.

𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 📝

Gojo invite you to a garden you always visit of where you make entertainment for childrens, it was still afternoon on when he message you

{ Hello Y/N! ha-ha-ha... if you have time, would you like to meet me in your favourite garden tonight? }

{ oh why of course toruu' :) }

{ thank you so much dear! you're the best! meet me on the pale moonlight tonight, at your favourite garden, from your Satoru <3 }

you read the message while giggled a little bit, you actually want to ask 'why' but you think he just tryna plan some surprise for you, and you dont want to mess that up, so you just agreed with him.

﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍

now its the time, you had seen the moonlight, it almost turned pale. you had your soft-blue colored dress on, you had your hair done and your high heels, you also tuck and hiding your wings inside your dress. you're all ready. now its time to go!

﹍.﹍

you've waited for the bus to pick you up, at the meantime, you had been texted Gojo Satoru.

{ Toruu' i'm all ready, i'll be right there in 20 minutes 💙 }

{ of course babydoll! wait me there. }

after the short text, you see some light coming towards you, turns out it was your bus, now you get in and wait for 20 minutes to get to the location.

﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍.��.﹍

finally...... you arrived, you look around the water fountain in which you didnt found him so you texted him again.

{ toru i'm beside the fountain, where are u?? }

Toruu' didnt respond.

so you called him.

*Bzztt* *Bzztt*

*Pick up Sound*

"Toruu? where are u? i'm sitting in the fountain and i havent seen you"

"BABYDOLL I'M SORRY! i'm coming really fast rn!"

you heard rushed footstep in the phone as if he was running. And soon enough you really heard the rushed footstep, outside your phone. you quickly turn your head to where the sound come from in which you find him.

"oh toruu!..."

"sorry Y/N i got like extra work but i finally did it all!"

you sigh at his explanation. in which you say

"its ok toruu, at least you're here now. anyway why are u inviting me to this place here? is there is something you wanna talk about?"

gojo finally snapped back to reality, he looked at you with wild eyes and said

"Why of course Y/N! i got big surprise for you! but i need you to look back and close your eyes right now!"

"what why?.."

"just do it! you're gonna love this one."

you put your back to his direction and closing your eyes, you heard some things that you dont know what is it so you said.

"T-toru what is i-"

"ok Y/N you can open your eyes now!"

you open your eyes and look back at him only to find him on a position where his left knee is on the ground, and his right knee is up. his hand was holding a ring box containing a very expensive and beautiful looking ring.

you gasp at him.

"toru?...."

"yes babydoll. i want you to be mine. i want you to stay in my home, sleep in my bed, having a little babies of me in your hand, how you would be so good to me, how you would make our childrens happy. i want it all, i want you. i've been waiting for 7 years for this, and i cant take it anymore, i really need you to be mine." he said as he look at you with a hungrily eyes as if he wants to devour you.

"G-Gojo satoru are u.. are u really being serious right now?"

"Of course Darling!"

"oh well i would love to be yours al-"

not finishing your sentence, gojo quickly grabbed his hands around your waist and hugging you.

"oh fucking finally!, those 7 years of waitin' & waiting! i've finally got you. you're all mine now babydoll.."

"mhm yes satoru, yes.."

﹍.﹍.﹍

2 weeks later.

"Y/N hurry up he have been waiting!" your friend says.

"okay F/N, i'm coming i'm coming...."

this was it, your wedding day. how've you both waited so much for this. you at that time was putting some accesories in your hair, until your friends finally shout at you again.

"Y/N come on!"

"Jeez okay okay F/N..."

you quickly go to the front side, there was a big curtain in front of you. if you open it, then its all going to began.

you take a breath, one, two, three...

you slowly open the curtains. and then theres you look at him, Gojo Satoru. standing & smilling at you. you see Yuuji, Megumi, Nanami on the other side. you see your family and his. you slowly but surely walking down the alley of the weddings. you see people turn their heads and look at you. you didnt mind them. you still put your heads to the direction of Your Beloved man.

Gojo then offered his hands to you, in which you accept.

the priest then said

"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall lived?"

you both look at each other and says

"yes. i am."

"and with this, Do you take Gojo Satoru as your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

both you and satoru then, once again, looked at each others eyes. in which you replied.

"yes. I will take Gojo Satoru, as my lawful Husband."

Gojo Smiled brightly at you, he quickly pick you up and put kisses all over your face while the priest is just looking at you both shyly.

gojo then put you down again. and said with a visible voice

"well done my wife. i just hope you will prepare for tonight..."

"sstt! Toruu..! everyones watching at us.."

"aww why? now everyones know that you're fully and truly mine and only mine Babydoll."

Gojo giggled at you while you look at him embarassingly, he grab your chin and kisses your forehead while he pick you up once again and hugging you.

After those 7 years with you being girlfriend and boyfriend, the powerful sorcerer has finally put his rings into his beloved water fairy's finger, as he swear to the moon and the stars, that he would love you with all of his life, and that he swear, he would kill, and die for you, to showing off his devotion for you. his beloved (round) water fairy Wife. 🫧🦋

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puddle-nerd · 1 year ago

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Use Me

Summary: The funny thing was that had you been asked an hour ago if you’d ever thought you’d be in this situation, you’d have said no. (Recombinant Lyle/Human Female Reader)

Prompt #6 (Thigh Fucking) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Thigh Riding, Female Reader, Interspecies Sex, In Public, Size Difference

Added Update: The lovely artwork I used in my banner (I found it on Pinterest) belongs to @thevanityofthefox 🤍🩵💙💜❤️ Thank you for such wonderful depictions of Lyle

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Your naked body was situated upon his clothed lap, your hands cupping the back of his bare neck and your lips sealed to his as his tongue danced with yours. His large, blue hands were gripping the curve of your buttocks firmly, moving you leisurely back and forth over his thigh as he wanted, listening to you whimper and moan from the stimulation of rubbing your bare cunt over the rough material of his workout trousers stretched taught over his muscular thigh. Lyle pulled back with a chuckle and then bounced his leg, making you release a whine before you shuddered in pleasure.

The funny thing was that had you been asked an hour ago if you’d ever thought you’d be in this situation, you’d have said no.

You were a human soldier working for the RDA and had been off duty so you’d decided to go to the gym to make sure you didn’t allow yourself to go soft, what with the lower gravity, if you ever got rotated back to Earth (you hoped you didn’t because there really wasn’t anything back there for you). Wearing a tank top over your sports bra and some knee-length leggings in your favorite color, you’d gone for using the human-sized treadmill first to warm yourself up, blasting your music in your headphones to get yourself pumped up.

Across the way, on the more Na’vi/Avatar-sized side of the gym, was one of the recombinants – Lyle… Wainfleet, you thought his name was; like you’d come to know of his routine, he was lifting weights and he was shirtless, letting all those lean blue muscles of his torso and abdominals out on display, shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. Normally, it took a lot more to get you hot and bothered but there was just… something… about this particular recombinant that just did it for more easily than any human man had attracted you ever before. Maybe it was that humorous smirk he always seemed to wear when you saw him and the jokes, he always seemed to rattle off that had you fighting off a smile. Maybe it was seeing all those beautiful stripes, especially all over his scalp leaving his braided neural queue as a striking focal point amongst all that built sapphire muscle or the several tattoos decorating his skin. Either way, you always found your eyes drawing towards him whenever he was around.

And if the sudden current grin adorning his lips was anything to go by, he knew you were staring right now, too.

Until he looked up at you and stuck his tongue out, bracketing it with his index and middle fingers suggestively.

You stumbled upon the treadmill, ducking your face away from him as you cunt clenched in want and quickly spread your feet to stand on the side rails before you made an idiot of yourself and faceplanted on the machine and possibly bloody up your face. You cringed at your slight blunder and decided to try to slink away, turning off the treadmill as quickly as it would let you.

Only to nearly run into a blue wall of muscle.

You quickly took out your earbuds, craning your neck to see Lyle peering down at you with a wide smile. He laughed, “Aw, don’t hide yourself, baby. I like it when you stare at me. Makes me feel all tingly.”

You flushed and shook your head in amusement. “Sure you don’t need a medic for that?” you shot back teasingly, stepping around his body with a full body shiver as you noticed his hip bones peeking out at you from the waist of his trousers. You licked your lips, eyes lifting back up to his golden gaze as you added jokingly, “Might wanna get checked for a rash or oozing or something.” Only to yelp as his tail swatted at your backside in retaliation. “Excuse you, sir.” Lyle groaned, “Yeah, that does it for me, doll. C’mere.” You squeaked as Lyle scooped you up into his arms before he sat on a nearby bench, depositing you onto his lap, your legs straddling his thighs. You bit down on your lower lip and grinned up at him, enjoying the feel of his huge hands settling upon your hips rather possessively.

“Hi,” you murmured.

“Hi, baby,” Lyle replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “So… I don’t know if you realize this but I am really into you. Want to help me break my new in?” You raised your brows at his offer and bit down on your lower lip harder before you replied, “So, uh… I’m interested in this offer but, uh, it’s been a while. Before you fuck me, you’re gonna have to prep and stretch me first before I’ll be able to take something at least twice the size of a human.” He hissed as you palmed the front of his sweat pants, feeling his cock hardening in anticipation. “Think you’re up to the challenge, sir?”

The recombinant smirked, replying enthusiastically, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” Lyle quickly lifted you off his lap like you were nothing more than the weight of a feather – and he was almost twice your size so maybe you were comparable to a feather to his strong muscles – and stripped you eagerly, right there in the middle of the gym before laying you down onto one of the benches and lifting your legs to rest upon one of his shoulders so he could kneel in front of you. Quickly sliding his sweat pants down, he pulled out his hard cock and stroked himself as he took in your naked body with a beaming grin. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he purred, his tail and ears twitching in building arousal. He quickly bent down and kissed you hungrily, gripping your backside and sliding his cock between your thighs. You reached out and cupped the back of his tattooed neck as your tongue battled his, moaning as he squeezed your ass and thrust his length up against your sopping entrance to increase your excitement. “Fuck, baby. You’re getting so wet for me, ain’t ya?”

You nodded, your breath coming in stuttered gasps as you begged, “Yes. Oh… god… Feels so good. More, please.”

Lyle bit down lightly on your shoulder and moved faster between your squished thighs. “Yeah, baby,” he grunted against your skin. “Keep moving… just like that. Make a mess all over me when you cum.” You shivered and whined, speeding up your movements as the coil in your belly tightened. “That’s it,” Lyle purred, his tail wrapping around your calf, his fingers digging into your ass. “That’s my girl. Cum for me baby. I want you to soak my pants.”

In retaliation, you reached out and tugged on his neural queue when it dropped over his shoulder, making him cry out and grind up against your clit harder, cum splashing over your belly and tits in glowing blue goop. “Fuck, Lyle,” you whined, your slick trickling out of your cunt as you hit your peak, saturating his cock and his clothing.

The recombinant laughed breathlessly.

“Damn, baby, I feel like a virgin again,” he joked.

You met his grin with your own replying, “I mean… technically you kinda are. Wanna go change that?”

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Originally Posted: 19 December 2023 Word Count: 1,212

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ramblingoak · 8 months ago

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The Perfect Moment

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 14 - Doing Each Others' Makeup

Mist x Aurora (using a bonus prompt today and kind of playing with it a bit)

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mist owns an antique store called The Reliquary and Aurora owns Little Sunshine Tattoos ~

Warnings: mentions of a tattoo needle otherwise just very sappy, sfw, 670 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“You need to hold still unless you want me to mess up.”

“I am holding still.” Mist ignored Aurora’s look, taking a deep breath and trying to relax again. It wasn’t that the needle hurt, it just felt…weird. The buzzing sound was almost worse but Aurora had put some music on that was helping her tune it out. “How does it look?”

“Hideous.”

Alright she deserved that. She resolved to stay quiet and let Aurora work. The ghoulette had been fretting over the design of the tattoo for weeks now. Sometimes even going over to Mountain’s to get Rain’s opinion. Mist had seen dozens of different variations of it, each one more beautiful than the next. She had started to feel bad about asking Aurora since it was obvious her girlfriend was stressing over the whole thing but to Mist there was no one else she’d rather have design it.

And obviously no one else she’d rather have tattoo it.

“Thank you.” Mist glanced over when the buzzing stopped, her eyes immediately meeting those of Aurora’s. “I’m glad you’re doing it.”

“Baby, I’m honored you asked me.” Aurora grabbed a rag and wiped away some excess ink. “And the design you wanted it’s…well…”

“It’s what? I thought you liked the idea.”

“I do! Mist, I love it. It's…well it’s us.” The ghoulette sniffled a bit and Mist felt her own eyes watering slightly. “I love you so much.”

She knew she wasn’t supposed to move but nothing was going to stop her from kissing Aurora at that moment. The ghoulette’s lips were soft like always, a hint of coffee still clinging to them from earlier. It was chaste at first but like usual it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, for their mouths to open and their tongues to tangle together. Mist pulled away after a moment and cupped Aurora’s cheek, swiping at the few tears that had escaped with her fingers.

“You’re such a sap.” She yelped when Aurora playfully nipped at her thumb. “But I love you too.”

“I’m never going to get tired of you saying that.”

“Me calling you a sap or saying I love you?”

“Hmm, probably both.” Mist grinned as she settled back in the chair, placing her arm back where it had been resting before. “I’m almost done. Just going to add some color to the water.”

“Take your time.”

When Aurora started the tattoo gun up again Mist looked down at her lap, focusing on the silver ring the ghoulette had given her not too long ago. There was a single pink stone on the band, the same shade of pink as Aurora’s eyes. She still couldn’t believe it, her and Aurora were now engaged. They had gone and picked out a matching ring for Aurora too, but her stone was the same shade of blue as Mist’s eyes.

It was a moment she was never going to forget. They had trekked out into the woods a bit, heading towards the pond that was close to Mountain’s farmhouse. The whole town was awake and watching the skies, waiting for the aurora borealis to appear. It was an occurrence so rare that a big event had been made of it. People were camped out in their yards or in the various parks around town.

But Aurora had wanted to be away from everyone, claiming that she just wanted to have a nice private picnic together. It didn’t really matter to Mist, there wasn’t much Aurora could ask her to do that she’d say no to. Besides, a picnic next to the water with the aurora borealis above their heads? It was the perfect moment, a moment Mist would never forget for as long as she lived.

And it was a moment she had decided to memorialize with a tattoo. One that combined her favorite spot in town with her favorite moment of her life. One created by her favorite person too. Satanas, they were both sappy and gross.

Mist wouldn’t have it any other way.

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batty4steddie · 1 year ago

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The Christmas Cold

For day 20 of @steddiemas Sick Day/Winter Blues ❄️💙❄️ written in partnership with @spicycinnabun💙 | WC: 5,848 | Rating: T | Read, kudos or comment on ao3 💙

The week leading up to Christmas, Steve was in the middle of a Christmas cookie bake-off with his mother. He hadn’t heard from Eddie. He thought that they were going to go ice skating tonight, but Eddie sounded horrible.

Steve took the call in his bedroom. “Baby, what’s the matter?” he asked, dusting flour off his apron nervously. He was already concerned about how nasally his boyfriend sounded.

Instead of an answer, a coughing fit followed by three sneezes was all he heard.

“Bless you,” Steve said cautiously, worried there would be another sneeze.

Eddie had really wanted to go ice skating. He’d planned to surprise Steve with a light show of illegal fireworks helpfully set off by Gareth and the boys. He also had a special gift that he was going to present to Steve at the end of it.

That wasn’t happening now, and it was all his stupid body’s fault.

There had been a tickle in Eddie’s throat that he had been stubbornly ignoring all week, and last night, it had finally turned into an all-out cold with bonus fever. He was so disappointed he’d ruined their Christmas date.

“Steeb, I’m sick,” Eddie eventually said after blowing his nose loudly.

Steve held the phone away from his ear as his heart ached for him. “You sound it,” he said softly. “You need me to bring you something? Medicine? Soup? Yeah, I’ll make you some soup when I come over. We just finished baking Christmas cookies. I’ll bring you and Wayne some of those, too.”

Eddie clutched the phone, listening to his boyfriend’s angelic voice crooning in his ear. “Yes, please. Sweet aygel, sweetheart. Cub over.”

This wasn’t the first time that Eddie had called Steve an angel. It was becoming more and more of a thing. The last time Eddie had called him that, they were in a very intimate situation. Steve’s cheeks got rosy from the memory.

“I just hope I doht pass away before you get here,” Eddie added.

Eddie was dying. When he swallowed, it felt like his throat was lined with razor blades. His eyes were red from getting no sleep (and maybe a tinybout of emotional weeping), and he was getting a cough that was steadily worsening and rattling his chest. His nostrils were absolutely fucking useless at this point, too. He couldn’t breathe out of either one, but they were simultaneously leaking like a faucet.

He had a mountain of used Kleenex by his bed, and Wayne had even set up the Vicks vaporizer on his nightstand that was steaming away by his pathetic, puffy face.

“What?” Steve furrowed his brow in concern. What Eddie said was jarring. “Eddie? Are you there? Eddie bear, are you okay?”

Eddie thought he said a garbled see you soon and love you to Steve, but he’d actually just passed out with the phone smooshed against his cheek mid-conversation.

Wayne eased it away and held it to his ear after wiping the receiver off on his shirt. “This is Wayne. He fell asleep.”

Steve was startled when Wayne’s voice replaced Eddie’s, but he relaxed because Wayne didn’t sound concerned. Eddie wasn’t dying. He was just being as dramatic as he normally was. “Oh.” Of course.

Eddie had fallen asleep on the phone with him before, but the last time was because they were arguing about who should hang up first. Steve had been pissed when Eddie actually fell asleep. That made him have to hang up first. Steve had given him the cold shoulder for an entire day. He was surprised he’d made it that long. Ultimately, he hadn’t been able to stand not talking to Eddie anymore, and he’d gotten over it.

This was different, though. Steve wasn’t mad. He was worried. At least Wayne was there for now.

Wayne looked at his nephew, who let out a soft, wheezing snore. He looked miserable, wearing a pout like he was eight years old again. “Appreciate you comin’ over. I gotta head to work in half an hour.”

Eddie was an adult and would have been fine on his own, but Wayne still didn’t want his kid to be alone. It was far from his first time taking care of Eddie like this. When he was just a kiddo and he got sick, Wayne would step in since his dipshit of a brother was never there to take care of the boy. Not when he was really needed as a parent. Always conveniently missing in those times.

Steve blushed when he realized the last thing he had said was Eddie’s pet name. Had Wayne overheard that? God. “I’ll be there soon.” He rubbed his hand over his face after he ended the call.

He didn’t have long to get there before Wayne had to go to work. Steve packed an overnight bag with some clothes and toiletries. He raided the medicine cabinet for a few different cold medicines, then the pantry for various soups and flavors he thought Eddie would like.

Steve already had his date outfit picked out. He ditched the apron and put on his holiday reindeer sweater.

Before leaving, he put together two different containers of cookies so Eddie and Wayne would each have their own. They both had bad sweet tooths.

When Steve arrived, Wayne accepted the Christmas cookies and ruffled his hair in thanks. Steve looked a little embarrassed by the gesture, blushing visibly like he did whenever Wayne did anything fatherly to him, but Wayne didn’t think he minded. From what Eddie had told him, Steve’s dad was about just as useless as Al, though in a different way.

Wayne had two kids now. Eddie was infatuated with the Harrington boy, and that made them family. Wayne had given Steve a bit of a hard time in the beginning, protective as he was of Eddie, but it hadn’t taken him long to figure out Steve was an honest, genuine individual who cared for Eddie very much.

“Tell your mother thank you for me,” Wayne said as he put on his coat and cap by the door. He grabbed the Tupperware and tucked it under his arm. “These are delicious.” He was taking the rest to eat during his break.

Wayne was always about a thousand times more affectionate towards him than Steve’s own dad had ever been. It still made him feel flustered whenever Wayne was warm to him.

“Promise I will,” he agreed. “Have a good night at work.”

Wayne headed out the door, and Steve went into the kitchen to drop off the cookies and cans of soup he brought. He heard Eddie's labored stuffed-up snoring while he was standing in the kitchen, so he took himself and his bag down the hallway to Eddie’s room.

Eddie’s nose looked bright red when Steve saw him, giving Rudolph a run for his money. The rest of him was even paler than usual. Steve still found him really fucking cute. His heart was fluttering like usual, though he felt bad that Eddie was so sick.

Steve did a quick tidying of all the used tissues. Eddie’s room was even more chaotic than usual. He straightened the rest of it up, too. He just wasn’t sure what else to do. Eddie was dead asleep, and he’d never taken care of someone who was sick before. He knew that he could do it, and he wanted to. He didn’t want to disturb Eddie’s sleep either. If he was asleep, he was fine.

Once Steve was done cleaning, he carefully sat on the edge of Eddie’s bed and felt his forehead. He was burning up. Steve got up and went into the bathroom for a washcloth. He ran cold water over it to get it nice and cool before wringing it out. When he returned, he gently placed it on Eddie’s forehead in hopes of cooling the fever down some.

Eddie had fallen into a deep doze. That was rare. He was a guy who usually slept lightly, with weird shit dreams fueled by Miss Mary Jane or nightmares that spooked him into waking. His body was getting uncomfortably hot underneath the covers, though, and as he started to sweat, he came back to consciousness.

His eyelids fluttered when something cool landed on his forehead. It was a relief, and it made him whimper quietly. His eyes cracked open, and he saw a brown-eyed, brown-haired angel hovering over him.

“Steeby,” Eddie said, giving him a loopy smile. “You’re here.”

“I am,” Steve said, smiling back.

Eddie was so happy to see him. He sat up even though his head was pounding, the damp cloth falling onto his lap, and held out his arms. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to be held by his gorgeous hunk in his incredibly dorky reindeer sweater. Steve would make everything better. He looked so cozy and probably smelled lovely, like warm cinnamon from the cookies and his cologne, and…

Eddie wasn’t even going to be able to smell him. Fuck, that made him sad.

He realized something as he sat there with his arms out like an expectant toddler. He was contagious. Also disgusting. Eddie deflated, dropping them by his sides morosely. “Oh, I guess you probably doht wadda hug be right dow, huh.” Why did Eddie sound so adorable and pitiful right now?

Steve wasn’t expecting him to be so happy that he was there or to sit up so quickly. Of course he wanted a cuddle. Steve wanted to embrace him, too. He didn’t care that Eddie was sick. He just wanted to make him feel better. His face softened, and he shook his head. “Hey, no, that’s not true.”

Steve picked up the washcloth that had fallen into Eddie’s lap and unfolded it. “You just need a little tidying. You’re still cute, though. You might have to call me Steeby when you don’t have a cold. I like it.” Steve chuckled as he gently wiped the crusty bits from Eddie’s pretty face.

It was a little embarrassing to be de-snotified. If Eddie weren’t already burning up, he’d probably blush under the gentle swipes of the cloth and equally soft teasing. It felt nice to be doted on, though. Steve was such a sweetheart. Eddie didn’t deserve him.

“I’m gonna hug the hell out of you now.” Steve put the cloth on the nightstand and then shifted Eddie to lie back.

Eddie perked up visibly at the words, letting himself be moved wherever Steve pleased as his boyfriend climbed onto the bed with him.

Steve moved to lay beside him comfortably and pulled Eddie into his arms. “I’m sorry you’re not feelin' good, baby.”

When Steve’s arms were snug around him, and Eddie was pulled against that broad, reindeer-covered chest, he made an audible moan of happiness, nuzzling into the soft, fleecy fabric. “Oh yeah. Shit, I feel better already. Ad I’b the sorry wod, Steeb. I ruid our Christmas date.”

Eddie glanced at the door. His rented hockey skates were hanging on the doorknob by the laces, the sharp blades covered with black protectors. Steve’s present was hidden in his dresser drawer.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You couldn’t help getting sick,” Steve told Eddie while lightly stroking his warm cheek with his thumb. “This is exactly how I wanted our date to end anyway. Us in your bed, cuddling just like this.”

‘Course, he had figured they would’ve gotten to fuck before the cuddles, but he loved being close to Eddie in any way he could be.

Eddie let out a wheezing sigh. Unfortunately, that prompted a coughing fit, which he tried to shelter Steve from by curling away as he hacked. Steve winced a little. Eddie flopped back against Steve when it was over, head-butting gently under his chin. Steve rubbed Eddie’s chest, then rested his hand over his heart.

“Did you have fud bakig with your bob?” Eddie asked.

He knew Steve had spent the afternoon in the kitchen whipping up holiday treats. Eddie was picturing Steve in a frilly little apron covered in flour, bending over to put cookies in the oven. (Mrs. Harrington was excluded from his mental picture because it wasn’t exactly an innocent one. Even being on death’s doorstep couldn’t totally fry Eddie’s libido. He couldn’t wait to feel better again so he could eat his boyfriend’s goodies. The cookies, too.)

“Yeah, of course. We listened to Christmas music, and I got to lick all of the spoons.” Steve chuckled. “I brought you some of everything we made. You don’t even have to share with Wayne. I brought him his own.”

Eddie hated sharing. That was great news.

“You’re such a geb, Steeby,” Eddie replied, smiling. That was a tiny hint about Steve’s Christmas gift —not that Steve would catch on. Steve’s expression said he didn’t understand what the fuck Eddie had said at all. “A diabud?” More confused lip pursing from Steve. “A precious stode?”

Eddie must’ve been delirious. Steve couldn’t make out what he was saying like he could earlier. He was trying to listen, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. He even turned his ear towards Eddie’s mouth, but none of it made sense. He was a geb, diabud and stode?

“What?” Steve asked.

Eddie sighed. Being cute wasn’t working.

“You’re the best boyfred,” he clarified. That, at least, couldn’t be misconstrued by his nasal inability to pronounce any m' s or n' s.

“Aw.”

Steve was beyond flattered. He figured that those other things were just various compliments. The last statement, though, made his chest puff up with pride. He tried to and wanted to be a good boyfriend, but the best? Yeah, he’d take that.

“Love you,” Eddie continued in a softer tone as his eyelids grew heavy again.

Steve smiled and managed to say that he loved Eddie back, but he wasn’t sure if Eddie had heard it. Loud, stuffed-up snoring resumed within seconds of Eddie’s eyes falling shut.

It took a week for Eddie’s cold to ease up enough for him to do everyday things like leave the trailer.

After he had woken up, Steve had herded him into the shower, and then mother henned him with hot soup and more cuddles. He’d taken care of Eddie even after Wayne got back and kept stopping by through the week to see him and spend time with him.

Eddie was more than grateful because he had been so fucking bored being stuck in his bed that he had been driving himself (and Wayne) insane. He hadn’t been able to focus enough to read any of his books, and his headaches had made listening to music or playing his guitar a miserable experience.

But he and Steve had watched many movies snuggled up on the La-Z-boy together. With the volume low, it had been perfect. Eddie was pretty sure they’d gone through Family Video’s entire catalogue. It’d also given him a lot of insight into the types of movies Steve liked (bad ones).

Unfortunately, Eddie didn’t get better as quickly as Steve thought he would. Eddie hadn’t gotten to work, play music or run campaigns. It was a real Christmas miracle that he was all better by Christmas Eve, and they could go on their much anticipated ice-skating date.

Steve had been diligent in taking care of him every night after work. He’d bring a new movie, make dinner to ensure Eddie had one good meal, and make sure he was taking his medicine. Steve had allowed him one Christmas cookie during their nightly movies.

Usually, Eddie ended up falling asleep halfway through. Steve had known by the second night that it probably hadn’t had much to do with him being sick. Steve had cackled at all the dumb and funny parts, but Eddie had seemed disinterested and had only smiled at Steve’s delight. Steve hadn’t minded.

The way Eddie had clung to him when he was sick had been different than usual. Steve liked feeling needed, and it had felt like they’d gotten even closer. That was the snuggliest Eddie had ever been with him. He had been more than earning his Eddie bear nickname.

Eddie was excited to be outside, breathing fresh air. And while there wouldn’t be any fireworks that night, sadly, since Eddie’s boys had Christmas Eve plans of their own, some cheerful holiday music was being played from the ice rink speakers, and snow was falling, making the ground sparkle. It was acceptably romantic.

Eddie liked how the cold air made Steve’s cheeks and lips look so pink, and he had snowflakes in his hair, catching in his eyelashes.

“You better not fucking laugh when I fall on my face,” Eddie said, giving Steve a look as he took both of his mittened hands and shuffled onto the ice like an awkward baby deer. He knew he should have practiced first. Skating was more challenging than he thought it would be.

“No falling on your face. There is a proper way to fall, and it is on your butt. Falling is par for the course,” Steve promised.

“And of course you’re perfect at skating, you talented hunk,” Eddie muttered, flailing a little when Steve let go of his hands. Steve was standing there on the ice with the same confident posture he wore on the basketball court.

Steve laughed. He’d played ice hockey growing up, so he had advanced skills, but he could teach Eddie, too. It really wasn’t that hard. “Thanks. You kind of look even more like Bambi on those skates than you normally do.”

Eddie was so cute Steve could barely stand it. He was in his leather jacket, but his appearance was softened by the fabric of his scarf, gloves and hat. Steve was beyond smitten. The light snow made it the most Christmas-y atmosphere ever.

Eddie huffed lightly. Or he would’ve if he could concentrate on anything but the frigid dancefloor his feet were slipping and sliding all over. Steve loved to compare him to cute little forest animals instead of the metal badass he was. He would admit, though, that he wasn’t doing his best impression of badassery right then. “Just watch me for a second.” Steve fell back comically to soften the blow on the ice. He smiled up at Eddie from down on his butt. “Try to fall like that. Remember, if you feel like you’re going to fall, put your hands on your knees, then fall on your butt.”

“I don’t have as much cushioning as you do,” Eddie complained. “You know my ass is ninety-five percent bone!”

Steve shifted onto his hands and knees. “Then to get up, turn over like this.” Steve winked after he got into the position. He knew Eddie could easily get on all fours since he’d done it for him.

Eddie’s eyes widened, mock scandalized. "Steven! You hussy!”

He was going to have fantasies now of them doing it doggy-style in their skates. But hey, Steve’s scarf was perfect for using like a leash…

Steve lifted a knee so one of his skate blades rested on the ice. “Put both hands on your knee and push yourself up.” Steve did that and got himself up with no problem.

“Alright, okay,” Eddie said, putting his hands on his hips and then quickly thinking better of it when that made him tip. Keeping balance, even just standing on the ice, was proving complicated.

He kept his arms out like a fool instead while he watched Steve. Eddie’s legs tensed as he slowly glided forward and almost ran into someone zipping around the rink. Since he had rented hockey skates and not figure skates, there was none of those toe-spikey things to stop him.

“To get started, you march.” Steve did a little march forward to get moving. “Once you have momentum, you can glide forward. Squeeze your butt.” Steve squeezed his cheeks as he glided along, smirking as Eddie’s eyes dipped to his ass.

“Nice form, Coach Harrington,” Eddie teased.

“I can also show you a trick. It’s called a swizzle. Swizzling is just forming two shapes. An A and V with the skates. It’s easy and fun once you get it down.” Steve continued with the demonstration. “To go backwards, all you gotta do is wiggle your butt while doing the opposite with the skates. V then the A shape.”

Eddie appreciated the demonstration. It made him feel like less of a complete failure, and Steve was a cute teacher. He tried to focus on what Steve was saying, but it was difficult to with all the butt flexing and wiggling going on. Steve’s butt was truly a gift to the world. Eddie’s world, especially.

Steve got to wiggling his butt and quickly made his way back to where Eddie was standing. He stopped with precision right in front of him. “Got it?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Absolutely,” Eddie responded confidently. He absolutely did not have it.

Steve took Eddie’s hands and placed them on his hips. He looked forward again and started to march like he had instructed Eddie to do when you began to skate. He smiled when he felt Eddie starting to march along with him. They went forward. “That’s right. Just like this.”

Eddie squeezed Steve’s hips as Steve led him along like a mother duck leading its duckling, barely able to feel them through the thickness of his puffer jacket. Eddie copied his movements as best as he could and grinned when they started picking up speed. It was making his heart race. It was fun.

Steve smiled, and when they began to glide together, he broke away from Eddie’s hold. He quickly picked up momentum by swizzling his way around the rink. He was confident that Eddie could do it once he wasn’t holding onto him anymore.

Eddie wasn’t totally ready for Steve to let go, but he kept up with the simple gliding and managed not to faceplant as Steve showed him his swizzle trick. It was cool to see. Steve had a lot of skill on the ice. He made it look so easy and natural.

Eddie watched in amusement as Steve turned around and came back to him, starting to skate circles around him. “Show off.” On his next pass, Eddie reached out and tried to catch him, laughing when he missed and remembering to clench so he didn’t fall. “You slippery fucker!”

When they got tired of playing, and Eddie had fallen a handful of times - not hurting himself or his bony ass thanks to Steve’s method – they got off the pond and put on their skate guards, heading over to the large, windowed pavilion with their duffle bags. It was heated inside, and there was a vending machine that sold hot coffee and hot chocolate. Eddie bought them a hot chocolate while Steve saved them a bench by one of the floor heaters.

After they removed their skates, they sat down with their styrofoam cups cupped in their hands and their woolly-socked feet toasting over the vent. Eddie watched through the windows at the other couples on the pond. He felt a pang of longing. They were all holding hands. He wished he could’ve held Steve’s hand while they’d skated, but they had to keep up the friends-only charade in public. It was bullshit.

Usually, Eddie didn’t give a crap about following societal norms even if people hated him for it, but this was a situation where he couldn’t just stick his middle finger in the air and say fuck it. Steve’s safety was on the line. Eddie had heard about what happened to homo couples on the news plenty of times.

If he showed his affection where people could see it, they could be targeted. Steve could end up hurt or worse. Eddie absolutely wouldn’t risk that, no matter how angry it made him.

Maybe if they moved to LA or the Big Apple, where people were more open-minded, they could have the luxury of being themselves, of being together for real.

So, instead of wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulders, Eddie kept his hands to himself, but he did sit close enough that their thighs were touching. “Cold,” he said to excuse it.

Steve had so much fun showing off and skating with Eddie. They’d both fallen a couple of times and had fun chasing each other. Steve would’ve loved to hold Eddie’s hand and twirl him around. It was hard not getting to participate in the same public displays of affection he was used to, but when they were alone, it was always worth the wait.

Eddie wondered if Steve had ever done this with Nancy. He had probably held her hand. Steve had given up a lot by entering into a relationship with him. Eddie suppressed a sigh. The small velvet box in his coat felt weighted like a stone. Eddie put his hand in his pocket and wrapped his fingers around it. If he gave it to Steve, would he just be trapping him?

They had arrived at the pond pretty late, so by the time they finished their cocoas, almost everyone had gone home. Eddie was still stewing over whether or not his gift was a good idea, lost in moody silence.

Eddie was uncharacteristically quiet as they had their cocoa and warmed up. Steve was wondering why. He saw that Eddie’s gaze was lingering on the rink. He wished that he could read his mind. He hoped that Eddie had fun. Going skating had been his idea.

It must’ve been getting close to closing time. Steve noticed they were alone, and the soft background Christmas music had stopped. Steve squeezed Eddie’s thigh to get his attention. “Hey, do you want your Christmas present now?”

Eddie had been so disappointed when Metallica cancelled their last Indiana show because the lead singer had broken his wrist the day of. When Steve had heard there was a chance to win tickets and backstage passes to their show in the new year on the radio, he’d kept it tuned to the rock station while he’d worked. He’d even roped Robin into using the store’s second line just so he could get through. Due to his dumb luck and fast fingers, he had been caller number twenty.

Eddie’s frown smoothed out, and he turned towards Steve with a soft smile. “Yeah,” he said, touched that Steve had bought him something. Steve quickly unzipped his coat and pulled out a thick red envelope. He handed it over with a nervous smile. He’d written Eddie’s name on the outside. The I of Eddie had been dotted with a heart. Inside was a cute Christmas card representing the nickname he’d used tonight, and the tickets and passes he’d won were tucked inside it. Under them was a short and sweet message: Merry Christmas, baby! Love, Stevie

He bit down on his lower lip while Eddie opened the envelope, then laughed happily when Eddie immediately fawned over the deer.

“This is so fucking cute,” Eddie told him.

“Yeah, that’s you,” Steve agreed. His smile grew when Eddie opened the card, and the actual present came into view. Eddie’s expression turned from disbelief to pure delight.

There were sparkles in Eddie’s eyes as he lifted the tickets and read them. The card had been enough itself. It was the sweetest thing, and Eddie would keep it forever. But these —tickets!!!

“Oh my god! Steve! ” Eddie threw his arms around Steve, hugging him tightly. He didn’t even think to look around and make sure the pavilion was empty first. “This is so fucking cool, sweetheart, thank you so much. I can’t wait to go with you.”

Eddie’s reaction was better than Steve could’ve imagined. He was thrilled when Eddie yelled and instantly pulled him into a hug. Steve squeezed him back and smiled so big that it hurt.

Eddie was grinning when he pulled back in a way that he was sure looked completely fucking manic, but he had been positive he wasn’t going to be seeing Metallica any time soon. Especially after he’d been stiffed his refund for the last cancelled show. “How did you get these?”

As far as he knew, the show had already been sold out for a few weeks. His jaw dropped when Steve told him he’d won them over the radio. “Are you serious? I tried calling in all afternoon!” Eddie yelled, taking Steve’s shoulders and shaking him playfully. He laughed. “I was so mad! I had to stop because I had to go to work. I didn’t get to hear the winner.”

Steve laughed, too. He felt a little woozy from being squeezed and shaken up, especially after consuming the hot chocolate. It was so comical that they both had been calling. Luckily, Steve had already been at work, and it was a good thing Eddie hadn’t heard that a guy from Hawkins had won.

Eddie laughed to himself again, rubbing the tickets between his fingers like they were made of pure gold. His smile shrank a little as that reminded him of the ring.

He swallowed hard, his hands starting to tremble and sweat. He was excited but nervous. He had his fears about the future of their relationship, but his fears were more founded on how the world outside the two of them would try to break them apart. Steve was his person, his soulmate.Eddie felt that so strongly, with all his heart, that it was terrifying as much as it was thrilling. He hoped Steve felt the same way about him. That he wanted Eddie for real, for keeps.

“I got you something, too.” Eddie carefully tucked the tickets back into the card, hand going to his pocket again. He pulled out the velvet box, watching Steve’s face. His heart was pounding so hard Steve could probably hear it.

He wasn’t proposing —it wasn’t fucking legal, for one - but for how serious he felt, he may as well have been down on one knee.

They hadn’t planned on exchanging gifts that night or at least hadn’t said they were. Steve had thought they might. That was why he’d brought the tickets, but hearing that Eddie had something for him, too, made him flush a little. He wasn’t used to receiving gifts. He loved giving more, and of course, his parents had gotten him nice things because they could, but he’d worked for everything he had now.

Eddie seemed nervous. He was shaking like a little leaf, but his hand steadied when he pulled the gift out.

Steve instantly knew it was a jewelry box. His mind went to the necklace Eddie had given him, and he smiled. It hadn’t come in a box like this, but Eddie had put it on him one night when they were lying in bed, and he hadn’t taken it off since.

Eddie popped the little clasp with his thumb, and the box opened, revealing a yellow-gold band with a small square sapphire in the center. It was the most extravagant thing he’d ever purchased. He’d done everything he could to save up for it. He’d even borrowed some money from Uncle Wayne (which he’d tried to refuse multiple times, but Wayne hadn’t let him).

Steve’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t believe Eddie was giving him a ring. An incredibly beautiful and expensive-looking ring.

“I really love you, Steve. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I only want to be with you, and I’ve known that for a while now.” Eddie’s voice was low and thick with emotion. “This ring symbolizes my loyalty and commitment to you. And… it would be an honor if you would accept it.”

Eddie didn’t take the ring out of the box or say it would make him the happiest man alive, although it would. The last thing he wanted to do was guilt Steve into wearing it.

Despite most signs pointing to Steve accepting, Eddie was still braced for a rejection. Since it was Steve – the big sweetheart - it would be a gentle one, at least. Steve would be logical. Maybe he’d say it was too soon, that they hadn’t been dating long enough to really know they wanted each other for the long haul. They were going steady, but they weren’t promise ring steady yet, and that was okay, but now just wasn’t the time.

Life, after all, rarely went the way you wanted it to. Eddie had experienced more than his share of letdowns through the years. It hadn’t stopped him from being naïve as hell, hadn’t stopped him from continuously being the idiot who got his hopes up, who wished and waited, even when the odds were laughably slim.

But Steve wasn’t like his dad, and Steve wasn’t someone who saw him as nothing but his last name. Steve wasn’t using him or blackmailing him. Steve saw the real him, the real Eddie, and still wanted to be around him. Wanted him for the right reasons and not because he just needed something from him.

They were already going steady, but Steve listened to what Eddie had to say. It felt like he was going to melt. His cheeks got even rosier, and his eyes started to sting really bad. “Eddie, I love you too. I want that, too. I’m never going to take it off,” he promised as he took it out of the box and put it on.

Steve wasn’t rejecting him. Eddie was a little horrified when Steve’s eyes got glassy and filled with tears until he spoke, and Eddie realized they were happy tears and Steve was putting on his ring, saying everything Eddie had hoped to hear.

Steve wasn’t sure how, but it fit perfectly on his ring finger. Steve let a couple of tears fall as he looked at it, then took his ring-clad hand, cupped Eddie’s face with it and kissed him.

Eddie could feel the cool metal of the ring on his cheek, a stark contrast to the warmth of Steve’s palm. It sent a bolt of emotion zinging through Eddie. Steve was wearing his ring! Steve wanted him! Steve loved him! Those thoughts twirled in Eddie’s head like a carousel as Steve kissed him. Of course, Steve had told him he loved him already more than a few times, but this cemented it. Eddie kissed him back tenderly, sparks flying behind his closed eyelids.

Not even a mountain of perkies could give Eddie the feelings he was experiencing now. He felt like he was a million miles up in the sky, like his heart was too big for his chest and it would explode.

Eddie reached up to brush away the tears leaking from Steve’s eyes. Tears of happiness. When they broke apart, Eddie pulled Steve’s hand off his cheek and kissed his palm, warming the ring with his lips. His smile was as bright as the lights as he lowered Steve’s hand and cradled it between his own. “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

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