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Many people didn't like S2 because Simon, according to them was just a tool to drive Wilhelm's story, a love interest only and didn't really have his own story. In particular, many are frustrated at the lack of narrative on the video's effect and Simon's subsequent trauma. Of course, everyone's allowed their opinions but seeing as you have experience in the world of writing and making tv magic, wanted to get your insight on this. Thanks, a S2 fan! đ
Hi anon! Thanks for the question.
Iâve already written pretty extensively about Simonâs arc in season 2 and why I like it in this post. In short, I think he grows a lot in season 2, but his growth takes him towards emotional vulnerability and openness, which is not something weâre used to seeing in characters (especially not male ones).Â
I also donât mind how they address Simonâs trauma in season 2. Iâm going to approach this momentarily not as a writer, but as someone who has been in therapy for years. There are some traumas that have happened to me (like a serious car accident when I was a kid) that are very concrete, with a set beginning and end, and that began to affect me right away. (I had ptsd symptoms pretty immediately after that accident). But there are other traumas that feel like a series of small cuts instead of one big punch. Itâs harder to decide where they begin and end, and their effects are more subtle. Sometimes it takes me years to even realize that they were traumatic and that they are still affecting me. (The medical trauma Iâve experienced as an adult over several years is like this). To me this is more what Simon is dealing with with the video. Once the video goes online, itâs not coming down. Thereâs no set end date, and Simon spends most of season 2 not even knowing who the perpetrator was. Heâs in the kind of no-manâs land between the initial blow and coming to understand how the whole process has affected him. That being said, I do think we see some changes in him that reflect what heâs gone through. He seems to care a lot less about his academic classes than he did in season 1. Heâs writing music in an attempt to process what heâs been through. And you could even see his attempt to have sex with Marcus as a trauma response. The last time he hooked up with someone his agency was taken from him. So it makes sense to me that heâs eager to have sex again but fully on his own terms, to partially erase that feeling of not being in control. I donât know for sure if this will happen, but I wouldnât be surprised if we see more traditional ptsd symptoms from Simon in season 3. If thereâs some sort of legal action against August that would signify a sort of âendâ of the video trauma, and would also probably be re-traumatizing in a lot of ways. I also think interacting directly with the royal family might stir up some things as well.
Ok, now Iâm going to totally switch gears and approach your question from a writing perspective. Letâs talk about story structure for a minute, specifically TV story structure. Most TV has an A plot and a B plot (and sometimes a C plot too). In old school cable procedurals, the A plot would be the mystery of the week, while the B plot would be about whatever was happening in the charactersâ personal lives. If there was an overarching mystery or storyline that tied the whole season together, that would be the C plot. As you can guess by how theyâre named, the A Plot would take up the most time and do the most to drive the episode forward. The B plot is next most important, etc. Once shows started to become more serialized in the age of streaming, the concept of A and B plots changed a little bit. Now the plots are divided by character and theme. The A plot will be headlined by the protagonist and will explore the main themes of the show. The B plot will be headlined by a secondary protagonist, who doesnât have as much to do as the A plot lead, but is still answering a dramatic question that relates to the central themes of the show. A lot of times the primary and secondary protagonistsâ actions influence each other, but they donât share a ton of screen time. (If they did, their stories wouldnât be separate.) You can think of the A and B plot protagonists as two sides of the same coin. Theyâre intricately connected, theyâre exploring the same ideas, but they rarely come face to face, and they often represent different perspectives on the same themes. Black Sails is probably my favorite example of this. (Iâm not as active in the Black Sails fandom as I am in the Young Royals fandom, but Black Sails is probably my all time favorite show and I absolutely love all the ungovernable pirates over in the Black Sails tag. Shout out to them). James Flint is the main protagonist and headliner of the A story, but Max is the secondary protagonist that headlines the B story. Both are struggling with the question of how to achieve and wield power in an unjust world, and their political maneuvers consistently influence each otherâs plots. They share a lot of secondary characters across both of their plots, but they themselves never interact. So thatâs one example, and if you look around at your favorite shows youâll be able to find lots that adhere to this formula, including, I would say, Young Royals.
I think a lot of people are kind of subconsciously looking for this kind of structure, and have decided that Simon is the protagonist of the B plot. I understand this, because we all love Simon. Heâs really well written and acted, his personality is so compelling, and his chemistry with Wilhelm is great. I spend a lot of time writing him in fic (Iâm the writer of all the Simon content in Heart and Homeland) so I understand this impulse. But if you were looking for Simon to be anchoring the B plot in season 2, you might have been disappointed. Because in reality I donât think heâs the secondary protagonist. I think Sara is.Â
Sara is set up as a foil to Wilhelm, the main protagonist, in so many ways. I always say that the driving dramatic question of Young Royals lives with Wilhelm, and itâs something along the lines of âshould I conform and live the oppressive life that was designed for me, or rebel and find my own path to happiness?â Sara is wrestling with a similar question thatâs kind of the inverse of this; for her settling into a prescribed role in the Hillerska class system initially seems like a relief. So maybe for her the dramatic question is something along the lines of âis the price of fitting in worth it? Will it lead to true happiness?â They feel so much like opposite sides of the same coin to me.Â
So Sara and Wilhelm are both trying to define themselves in relation to their families and also the class system. This comes up in the similarities of their family structure (they both feel very connected to their class position through their families; they both have complicated relationships with their mothers and bad to negligible relationships with their fathers; they both have a deep connection to their siblings) and in the relationships they choose to embark upon. Theyâre both navigating a very serious and complicated first love. Theyâre both dating across class (in the opposite direction, a perfect example of the âdifferent views on the same themeâ aspect of primary and secondary protagonists). They both have concerns about how and when their relationships become public, and by extension are both playing in the sandbox of themes around privacy and authenticity that define so much of the show. Â
Both have difficulty regulating and recognizing their emotions. Sara seems to exhibit alexithymia, a common aspect of autism that makes it hard to recognize one's own emotions. Wilhelm has been taught to repress his emotions, which he does well until he explodes (like when he got into the fight at the top of the series or when he yells at his mom on the phone). Heâs also managing a lot of physical symptoms of anxiety.Â
Both also struggle with questions of justice and how to make things right. In the beginning of season 2, Wilhelm is initially determined to destroy August because he thinks August will never repent, but by the end of the season heâs starting to realize that this was the wrong technique. He realizes this largely because of Simon; he only puts down the gun and walks away from August because Simon does first. Sara makes the opposite journey: she starts by trusting that August will change and repent on his own, but then she is forced to confront the fact that this is not true, and that she needs to use the legal system to bring August to justice. She makes this realization largely because of Simon, and seeing the ways that she has hurt Simon, in the same scene with the gun.Â
The other big argument in support of Sara as the secondary protagonist of the show is that she and Wilhelm never directly interact. Their actions affect each other all the time, but they donât share a scene together. Theyâre living on parallel but separate story tracks.Â
Simon is a crucial character in both Wilhelm and Saraâs stories, but the fact that he is close with both excludes him from being a protagonist of his own plot line. (I would say the same about August, who is a catalyst for both Wilhelm and Sara.) That doesnât mean that Simon isnât well written. He has a very compelling character arc, motivates much of the plot, and his relationship with Wilhelm forms the heart of the show. But I think the reason people were disappointed in his story in season 2 is that they were expecting something from him that the structure of the show doesnât support. Â
If youâre interested in reading more about A/B/C plot structures I found this website really easy to understand. Also shout out to @bluedalahorse for talking to me about Wilhelm and Sara and helping me articulate what I was trying to say here.Â
Thanks again for the ask, anon and for the vote of confidence in my analysis! I really appreciate it. If anyone else has a Young Royals scene or question they want me to break down from a writing or cinematography perspective, my ask box is always open.
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au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept
#fanart#art#artist#light yagami#light yagami fanart#lawlight#lawlight fanart#l lawliet#l lawliet fanart#L#death note#death note fanart#IM SOBBING.#i might write a fic ab this .......#imagine light breaking down after realizing he's kira dude#like ..... wow#i feel like light should've def had SOME kind of confliction after getting his memories back#like..... one second hes like KIRA IS UNJUSTIFYABLE then the next hes like HEH HEH I WON#my art#sorry this looks low key bad#i didnt feel like doing heavy rendering :(
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i feel it coming, babe
technically the sequel to a little less conversation this is yet another piece for girlies (gn) with bad sex experiences <3 remember sometimes it takes more than once to get it right honeys :D 12k words, fem!reader, MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+
Okay so, youâll admit, you might be beginning to get it.Â
A smidge. AÂ pinch.Â
Itâs justâ well, how are you not supposed to understand it? How can you not get the thrill and fervour over sex when itâs with Steve and he looks like that. All golden tan skin and hazel eyes that look at you like he might eat you whole andâ and he treats you likeâŚÂ
Like there was never anything wrong with you.
Even after that balmy afternoon spent in his sheets, with his mouth between your thighs, pulling noises out of you that youâd never even heard before, heâs been so perfectly so. Not pushy, yet still that lingering hunger you can see simmering beneath his skin, hidden in the flex of his fingers.Â
Part of you almost worries, a little niggle burrowed in the back of your mind, that it was all a fluke.
That nothing had really changed all that much between youâ that the next time things start getting heated, the chemistry wonât be there. Or itâll be weird and off, or you will be, and really, you were probably lucky to have that first time with Steve so good but you canât expect that again.Â
But then⌠there is one difference at least, to combat all your swarming thoughts a fluke. The kisses.Â
When you think of Steve Harrington and his playboy past, you canât say, of the words tossed around in the high school corridor, that clingy is something that comes to mind. Not that he had been described as anything other than charming⌠but you donât mind pleasant surprise of coming to learn this about Steve.Â
It means kisses all the time.Â
On your hands, scattered across your knuckles, when heâs dropping you home from a date. Kisses pressed to your hair and forehead, when heâs scooching past you, when heâs saying hello and his hands are busy, when you sit between his legs on the sofa.Â
He kisses your shoulders, up along the curve of your neck just to see if itâll still make you laugh a bit when he finds that ticklish spot beneath your ear. Adores sweeping back your hair to plant a kiss against your skin with the sweetest little âmwah!â so quiet you donât think youâre meant to hear it.Â
And your lips⌠you donât think theyâve ever been so kiss-bitten in your life.
One night with Steve can leave them blooming with colour, all the blood beneath them rushing with pleasure as he kisses your mouth soft â sometimes hard, sometimes sweet, always maddeningly.Â
He greets you with a kiss always, one hand curled gently around your chin to tilt it up perfectly. And always after, a grin spreads across his face, brown eyes crinkling and pink lips barely restrained his joy.Â
âHi, sweetheart.â Heâll always says, or some variation.
Which, yeah, thatâs new too. Sweetheart. You havenât quite figured out how to not melt to a gloopy gooey mess when he says it just yet. Itâs a damn good thing that your boyfriend is a gentleman and he politely doesnât comment when you fluster, only gets the smallest hint of a smirk.Â
For all your past worries about not kissing him for fear of leading him on, you hadnât realise quite how much you were depriving yourself of affection. Steveâs certainly turning you greedyâ and heâs all too happy to sate your appetite for it.Â
Today, itâs drizzly. The colour of the sky is a bright ashen grey, enough to warrant a headache and inspire a day inside. In the distance, you can see the thunder clouds rolling in and bringing a blanket of shadow with them.Â
They reach overhead much quicker than youâre expecting and youâre barely a block out from Steve's house before the rain starts coming down.Â
Try as you might, raincoat tucked tight around you, youâre still a bit drenched by the time you make it to Steveâs doorstep. One freezing finger presses the door bell. A chime sounds inside.Â
You rub your hands together to try warm them as you wait, cringing at the whisk of wind that twirls your hair up and about. Your hands shoot up and you nervously flatten the wild strands back downâ right as Steve opens the door.
Heâs got a towel around his neck, one hand scrubbing it into his wet hair. Judging from his ruffled t-shirt â put on in a rush and exposing his tummy â heâs just got out the shower. He looks surprised but happy to see you.
âSweetheart, hi-hoooooly shit,â He sticks his head out the door, eyes wide as he takes in the weather. His hair flicks as he turns back to you. âDid you walk the whole way from your house? In the rain?âÂ
Your shoulders form a meek shrug. Before you can speak, his hands are on your shoulders, tugging you inside, across the doorway. He kicks it shut behind you.Â
âChrist, honey, whatâd you do that for?â His hands fret a little bit, rubbing at your shoulders. He gently picks a piece of hair thatâs stuck to your cheek, placing it behind your ear.Â
âI mean,â You start, a little confused. Your hands tighten on your overnight bag, wringing the handle tightly. He knew you were coming over, right? âI thought weâ on the phone, we made a plan?âÂ
Steve breathes a soft laugh. âYeah, weâve got plans. But I wouldâve come got you instead of making you walk through the rain. Câmon, what  kind of boyfriend do you think I am?âÂ
His use of the word boyfriend still makes you glow. You smile, nope, you grin all cheesy â and it doesnât help at all when Steveâs hands trail down your jacket to hold your own. He wiggles the handles of your bag out from your frozen fingers and drops it behind him gently. His hands dart back to cover yours.
âDear god, I think youâre about two minutes from losing a finger.â His eyebrows have scrunched together in worry. He brings your hands up to his face, cupped in his own, and blows hot air on them. It tickles but you canât stop smiling.Â
He pulls them back, rubbing his thumbs over your icy fingers and peers down at them. Your heart coos at his concern.Â
âWhatâs the verdict doctor?â You jest, making your voice all breathy and dramatic. âAm I gonna make it?âÂ
Steve frowns harder at your hands, his face serious when he tilts it back up to face you. âIâm afraid weâre gonna have to amputate.âÂ
You gasp dramatically.Â
Steve grins. He runs over your hands once more, one of his fingers creeping up your wrist, trying to find a ticklish spot. You squeal a little, trying to pull back but he holds your hands firm in his own. He continues his serious voice.Â
âMaâam, Iâm sorry but itâs your whole arm. Weâre gonna have to chop it right off.âÂ
His fingers are half way up your sleeve, making it bunch up and youâre laughing so much itâs warming you up much faster than him blowing on your hands. You push his hand away playfully and Steve relents, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âOkay, okay, you got me.â He grins. âIâm not a real doctor.â
You laugh again, reaching up to tuck back your hair thatâs fallen forward in your squirming. âUh huh, a real doofus is what you are.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes endearingly, his hands reaching out to snag your waist this time. He tugs you closer. Your feet stumble and when you press against his chest, youâre delighted to find heâs very, very warm. You're definitely soaking his shirt a bit with your coat but if Steve cares, he doesn't say.
âJust realised I didnât properly say hello,â He murmurs, a little quieter than before.Â
And when one of his hands moves up and curls beneath your jaw, holding your chin gently, you know whatâs coming. If you werenât already holding your breath in anticipation, he probably wouldâve stolen it with his kiss.
His plush lips are soft and with a loving little hum, he kisses you.
All the lights around you look a little dewey and heart-shaped when Steve pulls back â though it may be just your own lovey-dovey eyes. You sigh without meaning to, all honeyed and sweet, and Steve softens immeasurably at the sound.Â
âOkay,â He shifts his hands back down to your hands, rubbing them lightly. âIâm not kidding, even your lips feel frozen. Dâya wanna take a quick shower just to warm up?âÂ
Something about you flushes at his suggestionâ a runaway thought about getting in his shower, it getting steamier and steamier, especially with Steve slipping in to join you halfway. You clear your throat to push away the thought and focus.Â
Your hair is wetter than youâd expected, sticking to your neck in cold tendrils. A shiver zips down your spine. All your scandalous thoughts aside, it sounds like a pretty good idea.Â
âYeah,â you nod gingerly. âYeah, okay, it wouldnât mind the warm up.âÂ
Steve steps back, bending down to scoop up your bag deftly. He holds it for you as you unbutton your coat as quick as you can with your frozen fingers, shivering in relief as you shed the drenched layer. Droplets of rain spray in the rustle. Your coat finds a home on a peg beside the door.
Itâs comforting how easy it is to follow Steve up the stairs, drinking in his cosy attire from behindâ gone are his usual tight fitting jeans. Instead, heâs donned what you guess is his pyjamas; a plain ringer tee and red, plaid, and long flannelette pants. His feet are warmed by fluffy socks that have reindeer prancing about the fabric. A flash of his tan ankle makes you stumble for a moment.
Steve trades your overnight bag, with a smile and a promise to keep it safe, for a pillowy white towel, soft as ever. He leads you into the bathroom off his bedroom, depositing your bag on his bed along the way.Â
His fingers find the switch for the heated towel rail and while you fold the towel over it neatly, heart humming in content at being taken care of, Steve starts the shower. He sticks one hand in, holding it under the spray and grimacing at the coldâ until the chill slips away beneath the steamy hot water.Â
âAlright,â Steve says, pulling his hand back. He gives it a little shake, droplets splattering on the tiles. âAll ready for my best girl.âÂ
He gives a cheesy and charismatic smile as he wipes his hand dry and if you were brave enough, you might give him a little thank you kiss for it. You arenât just yet â but when he moves to slip by you, you halt him with a soft hand on his torso.Â
âThank you.â you say, quieter than you intend. You push on the balls of your feet and plant a quick peck onto his cheek.Â
Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch. Steve looks like he melts a bit, lashes fluttering as he sucks in a sharp inhale. Turns out neither of you are getting any closer to getting used to the affection. Itâs sweet to know it goes both ways.Â
âIâm gonnaââ Steve breathes, his hand drifting up, his index finger pointed out to the door. âIâll be nearby if you need anything. Or if you fall. Just like, uh, yell- or scream. Orâ you know what, youâve taken a shower before.âÂ
He stumbles out towards the exit, pulling two awkward thumbs-up over his shoulders. The door swings shut behind him, closing with a quiet click.Â
Your clothes pool to the ground, a trail leading towards the shower as you move with haste. Though youâre sure the Harrington's wonât notice, you donât want to waste the hot water.Â
The heat soothes youâ swathes of relief washing down your body, picking up every piece of ice in your skin and sending it swirling down the drain. It doesnât take too long to get back to warm and toasty.Â
Still, when your eye catches on it, you canât resist. Steve has a body wash that smells heavenly. You pick it up, flick back the cap, and take a whiff â just to check itâs the one thatâs been infiltrating your very dreams. Steve, even on a daily basis, manages to smell so good it drives you close to delirium.Â
Youâre more than happy to steal it for yourself today. You take another sniff of the bottle in your grasp, just to inhale it with a sigh. The sweater he let you borrow the other week has the exact same smell; a musky perfumed scent, with a hint of bergamot.Â
You dollop some in your hand and lather it all over. Properly cleansed and throughly warmed up, you let the final suds whirlpool down the drain before shutting the tap off and stepping out. The fluffy porcelain coloured towel is toasty in your hands as you pluck it off the rail.  A sigh in appreciation comes out as you dry off, twisting it around yourself.Â
Itâs as you stand there, refreshed and smelling of Steve, in just a towel, do you realise youâve forgotten to bring in clothes to change into.Â
On his bed, Steve sits idle â because what else is Steve supposed to do when youâre in his shower? When youâre naked in his shower. Naked in his shower and probably using his soap and lathering it up down your body and on your boobs andâ oh my god, soapy boobs andâÂ
Steveâs pulls himself from his thoughts with a rapid shake of his head, just in time for the bathroom door to rattle open and your shining face to peek through.Â
You look a little flushed, maybe from the heat, or from the lack of clothing. Steve can see your bare shoulder, his eyes tracking a drop as it rolls down your collarbone. None of this helps his runaway thoughts.Â
He stands up without thought. Then he realises how strange he might look, like a dog standing to attention.Â
âFeeling boober?â Steve says, like an idiot. Heat floods his face as he realises his flub. âBETTER! Are you feeling better?âÂ
Heâs thankful that you at least laugh, a pretty sound that you tuck behind your hand. You have the nerve to wiggle your eyebrows at him, a far cry from the confidence heâs come to expect from you in the past. Steve canât denyâ he adores it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
âGod,â Steve groans. He shoves his face into his hands and turns around, his back to you. His words are muffled over his shoulder. âDonât even ask me that right now.âÂ
Another laugh titters out of you. Steve canât resist peering over his shoulder. The steam curls out through the gap of the door, leaving dew on your skin. You look ethereal, like a dewy angel from a dream.
âAlright,â you relent playfully. Youâre fighting a smile and losing, badly. Steve yearns. âCan you please pass me my bag?âÂ
This next time the door opens again and you step out, thereâs less tantalising skin to tease Steve and his wandering mind. Thereâs still a flash of wet skin, the curve between your shoulder and neck. Steve wants to lick it, kiss it, devour it til the skin beneath is riddled with the bruises of a lover.Â
For a moment, youâre simply admired â Steveâs eyes on you, adoring and soft, as you creep out the bathroom like you donât want to make too much noise.Â
You notice in your absence Steve has cajoled a little tray table into his room, tucked up at the foot of his bed. Atop it sits a chunky television, antennae sticking up in perfectly straight lines. The ones at home on yours are slightly warped from all the readjusting.Â
âHey,â Steve says. Heâs on the bed this time, and while he doesnât get up this time, he sits up straighter as you emerge from the bathroom. You put your bag down, abandoning it by the door and try to quell your nerves.Â
Steve, unless heâs somehow obtained x-ray vision and hadnât told you, canât see the nice matching set youâve got beneath your comfy clothes.Â
He wonât see itâ unless this night goes where you think it might, where you hope it might, but even still, the thought manages to make you fluster.Â
âHi.â You say back, voice closer to a whisper.Â
The bed sinks beneath your weight as you climb on to situate yourself beside Steve. Heâs all soft corners and crinkled eyes, his arm raised up in an instant for you to tuck yourself under. Even warmer in his arms, your heart delights when he gives you a little squeeze.
âAlright, movie time!â The television at the foot of the bed pulls Steve away from you. He unwinds his arm enough to crawl down the bed. The grey ringer shirt he has one slips forward a bit and at your angle, you can catch more than a sliver of his tan tummy.Â
Without thinking, your thighs press together tightly as heat flares between them. You can trace the alluring wiry trail of hair with your eyes until it disappears into his pyjama pants, continuing out of sight. A part of your wants.Â
You want to see where it goes, want to curl your fingers into his waistband and work it downwards, you want find out if the moles go all the way down his thighs like you hope they do.
Hunger sinks its teeth into your skin; a hunger youâve been getting more and more familiar with.Â
âOkay, pervert,â Steveâs cheeky remark shakes you from your thoughts and you start to stammer. Heâs clearly caught you staring. âCanât say I blame you for oglingââÂ
âI was notââ Â
ââ because I have been told before that I have a very distracting and attractive behind.âÂ
You sputter and despite your best efforts, a little laugh splutters through as well because well, yeah, heâs not wrong â but your brain is stuck on repeat with something else entirely.Â
Tummy, tummy, tummy, the hair on his tummy, the hair leading down into his pants. Â
âYeah, uh huh, okay, Harrington,â You slump back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh, clearly teasing. âIf you say so.âÂ
The television flickers to life right as Steve lunges back towards you with all the energy of a labrador puppy. He squishes down onto you so quickly that you actually squeal in surprise.Â
âOh, Iâm back to just Harrington now?â He pouts, squeezing even closer to you. Youâre laughing, flattened beneath him in a way that you canât even wiggle your arms out. Heâs draped across you dramatically. You trust him completely.Â
âItâs your name, isnât it?âÂ
âI thought my name was,â He leans closer and kisses your neck. âBoyfriend. Or baby. Orrrrrr,âÂ
He kisses up your neck and onto your cheek. His hazel eyes are bright, crinkled in his grin so much that his lashes kiss in the corner. He kisses your nose. âHandsome.âÂ
âMmmhm,â you revel in the never-ending affection, glowing from the inside with happiness. You wiggle your arms to make Steve push himself up, just enough to free them from being smothered against your chest. Free to roam, your hands find the sides of his face.Â
âWhat aboutâŚâ You begin. Steve watches you closely, evidently gleeful from the touchiness of your hands. He pushes into your palm, turning to kiss it fast. âMy snookums.âÂ
You exaggerate the word, your voice going all sugary to butter it up. You watch as emotions ripple across Steveâs faceâ the twitch in his nose as he tries not to outright frown at you. How polite he is.Â
Itâs only as he catches the grin spreading across your face, wicked and just loving watching him squirm at the terrible pet-name, does he catch on to your jest. A sigh of relief and a chuckle whooshes out of him at once.Â
âOh, thank God youâre joking.â He drops all his weight into your waiting hands, grinning when you let his face flops forward into your chest. His words are completely muffled as he speaks into your chest. âThat couldâve been serious grounds for a breakup.â
You huff a laugh and nudge him up best you can. âYeah, alright, drama queen. Your movie is starting.âÂ
Steveâs head pops up, his head twisting back towards the television like he had forgotten about its existence until you had mentioned it.Â
âOh true,â He says. He pushes up off you to sit himself up, shuffling back so instead you can lean on him. Re-situating his arms around you, Steve hums absentmindedly as he throws a leg over you, tangling it with yours. Thoroughly intertwined, you both sink back into the pillows.Â
The credits roll up and off the screen, the first five minutes of the film whisked away while you and Steve were settling down. Now, the opening scene begins, the grainy picture on the screen buzzing as it plays the VHS.Â
You get approximately two minutes of silence, your and Steveâs heads turned towards the television, until distraction kicks in.
You do your best to ignore it as his head turns towards you, your eyes still focused on the screen, but all your attention runs to Steve. He nudges a little closer to you, his nose pressing into your temple and right as you realise heâs smelling you, he saysâÂ
âDid you use my body wash?âÂ
You freeze.Â
âIâ was I not supposed to?â Your voice comes out a bit weaker than intended.Â
Steve lets out a soft noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, only worrying you further. He starts to shift around a bit, retracting his leg back an inch, his nose no longer nudging close along your temple; all actions that contrast his assuring words.Â
âNo, no, no, itâs fine, youâre fineââ Despite his words, he shifts again. His hips shuffle backward, one of his hands moving down subtlety as he can to fuss with his pyjama pants.Â
It takes about two more seconds for you to get it â clued in by Steveâs suddenly scarlet cheeks and his embarrassed expression.Â
Your mouth drops open a bit unwittingly.Â
âAre youââÂ
âYes.â Steve grates out. He abandons fixing the growing tent in his pants to cover his face with his hands, rolling slightly away from you. You can feel the heat of his embarrassment radiating off him. His words are slightly muffled from behind his palms.Â
âIâm so sorry. I didnât meanâ I didnât even realise that was something that got me going until, like, right this second.â Â
Itâs adorable that heâs so flustered and that heâs apologising. Youâve never had that happen before. Youâve never had someone so conscious of how it might seemâ never someone like Steve who doesnât seem to come with any expectations.Â
A thread of relief jolts through you. It reaffirms what you already know; anything you want to do will be done on your terms.Â
And with his eyes covered up, if you glance down at his pants for good hard lookâŚ. well, thatâs between you and the universe.
âSteve,â your fingers curl around one of his wrists, tugging it gently. You try to coax his face out of hiding, your smile somewhere between giggly and endeared. âItâsâ itâs okay, really, you donât have to apologise. Iâ I mean, Iâm honestly flattered.âÂ
Steve deflates a bit, torn between relief and his still persistent concern. He had made a committed plan that he wouldnât make any moves until you initiated it first and yet, here he was, like every other male in Hawkins. Popping a boner the moment you settle down to innocently cuddle. God, heâs the worst!
A pout forms on his lips. He wishes he could rewind the last 2 minutes and spend the whole movie holding his breath.Â
âWhat is it about the body wash?âÂ
Your question takes him by surprise, given the way his other hand drops off from covering his face. He blinks up at you, cheeks still with a hint of cherry red.Â
âI- I dunno.â He admits. âLike I said I didnât even realise thatâŚâÂ
Steveâs cheeks flush with colour again. He clears his throat. âThat would have that effect on me.âÂ
Something within you preens, a fire stoked by his honest admission; a zing shooting down your spine because you donât think you will ever get used to hearing how Steve wants you.
âWell,â you begin, the word more timid than you hoped it would be. You clear your throat and cast a glance at the television, feigning casualness. âIf I was the causeâŚâÂ
You let your hand come up, brushing across his warm tummy. Look up at him through your lashes, hoping, praying it looks sexier than youâre feelingâ which is somewhere between flustered and foolish.
Still, Steveâs throat bobs. You watch his eyes dart down to your lingering hand, an inch or so above his waistband.Â
âMaybe, I can be the remedy.âÂ
A tiny groan scrapes out of Steveâs throat, like he would love nothing more. Even so, he pins you with a sincere look, hazel eyes burning into yours.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â He assures you. âI meanââ He coughs awkwardly. âIt will go away, uh, in time.âÂ
âIâm aware how it works, Steve.âÂ
âOh, are you?â Steve jokesâ laughing when you wallop him in the chest. He grabs your hand, stopping your assault mid-motion with a cheeky smile. âOkay! Okay, I deserved that.âÂ
He releases your hand and you let it fall onto his chest. Nerves prickle beneath your skin but with them is something new, something youâve only gained since your time with Steve; anticipation.Â
Steeling your anxiety, you let your hand trail down his chest slowlyâ enough time that he could halt you before you embarrassed yourself. But he doesnât. Steve watches you closely, his chest rising and falling a bit harder as your hand nears his waistband.Â
This time, you donât stop. You let your fingers brush over the tented fabric hesitantly, torn between wanting to watch your hand or to see his face. As confidently as you can, you palm across his bulgeâ feeling the heat of his hard length thickening up under your hand.Â
Steve groans lowly.Â
You look up at him as you rub him softly, taking in his large pupils and pink lips. Heâs watching you too, his eyes darting between your face and the hand on his cock.Â
âIs this okay?â You check. The movie crackles on in the background, idle noise. Steve nods quickly, a curl of his hair falling down onto his forehead.Â
âYeah,â He says, voice breathier than it was a minute ago. You try out a harder rub, beginning to feel out the shape of his cock, and you curl your fingers around it. Steve groans again, a little bit louder, his eyelashes fluttering.Â
Still, he composes himself enough to ask, âIs this okay for you?âÂ
âHmmm,â you draw out the noise, the smile on your face giving away your faux-thinking. You squeeze him again, right as you murmur, âMaybe make that noise again and Iâll see.âÂ
But any noise he makes is captured in your mouth as he surges forward, one of his hands curling up under your jaw. His fingers slide into your hair and his lips are sweet and soft, hungry for more against your own.Â
You canât help but melt under his kisses, body relaxing into the sheets as you let yourself be kissed breathlessly. A warmth pools deep within your chest, drooling down into your stomach. Anticipations sinks in. Your thighs rub together.Â
Losing the nerve and the focus, your hand slips up to cup at Steveâs hipâ but if he cares, he doesnât show it. Instead, he takes it as a cue to press forward, leaning his weight onto on his elbows to hold his weight as he shifts up, his lips never leaving yours.Â
Itâs one smooth motion, the way he slips a leg between your own, his body held up and hovering above yours. He kisses, slow and languid. You ache. Your lips havenât ever been so kissed before.Â
It isnât until his thigh shifts up and presses just right do you notice it properly â unable to swallow your shallow gasp, lips halting against Steveâs as a bolt of pleasure blooms deep in your gut. Your eyelashes flutter, a shadow of embarrassment threatening your cheeks.Â
âSâokay?â Steve whispers, not relenting any of his closeness. His lips brush yours.Â
You nod gently, a quiet hum sounding in your throat. Youâre not entirely sure you can form words right now. Not when it feels like your heartbeat is everywhere â when you can feel the heat between your legs, the tightness of your nipples as they peak, the undeniable thrum of lust building within you.Â
And certainly not when you can feel Steve, his hardness pressed up against your thigh, his pupils bigger than usual. Theyâre ringed in that hazel you loveâ a colour that might be your new favourite ever.Â
Fuck, youâre in deep. What an incredibly sappy thought to have while youâre getting hot and bothered. Did Steve think that way about you too? Think about the colour of your eyes while he kissed your mouth?
âIâŚâ You finally find your voice and Steve pulls back a couple inches so he can see you properly. His eyes dart over your face adoringly, his lips rosy red from all the kisses and quirked into a smile. He looks at you as if youâre everything.Â
âI want toâŚâ You say, unable to find the words to finish your sentence. Embarrassment winds up inside you, ready to spring free but Steve seems uncaring at your hesitance.Â
âYou wanna what?âÂ
He kisses the corner of your mouth with a hum. Endlessly patient. Somehow your stomach churns a little faster at that. Nerves stand up on their end, a thousand uneasy prickles over your body.Â
âI want to.â You say this time, firmer. âDo more.âÂ
It still sounds too mousy coming out and you see a flicker of something on Steveâs face.Â
âIf you do, I mean.â You add on quickly. âI want to if you do.â
Steve huffs a quiet laugh, like the idea of checking in with him was a bit absurd. His gaze roams over your face slowly, taking his fine time just looking at you. He looks as though he doesnât quite know what to say.Â
He lands on, âYou donât seem sure.âÂ
Your heart flip-flops at the wrinkle between his eyebrows, his concern evident. He fixes you with a serious, sincere look.
You nod, your hair scrunching up against the pillow as you do. âI am. I justâŚâÂ
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and worry it, thinking of how to put this. Youâve said it before, youâve told him how it was in the past, how you hadnât enjoyed it and yetâŚ
Feeling too squirmish under Steveâs intense stare, you avert your eyes to look at the ceiling and swallow the knot in your throat.Â
Your voice comes out a whisper. âI want to try but Iâm not sureâ I just I canât promise that Iâll- that yâknow, IââÂ
Eyes crushing closed, you try to seize your bubbling anxiety before it seizes you. This is Steve. You trust him wholly. Just a moment ago you were thinking about how much you like him andâ
âHey,â Steve murmurs lowly, nudging his nose into yours. Your eyes open. He smiles softly when he says, âI have no interest in doing something you donât enjoy.âÂ
The protest flounders up inside you before you can stop it. âButââÂ
âSo,â He cuts you off pointedly. âIf we give it a go and you donât like it, thatâs okay. We can just figure out what you do enjoy, okay?â
For a long moment, you just stare up at him. Â
âYeah? So we can just try and if it⌠If IâŚâ You flounder for words, sounding like you think it must be too good to be true. You stare up at the ceiling as you try to verbalise the biggest hurdle, the final niggling worry.
You peer back up at Steveâs face. âYou⌠you wouldnât be disappointed if we started but then I wanted to stop?âÂ
Some emotion shutters across Steveâs face, a flash of devastation. You mistake it for annoyance.Â
An unwelcome hitch suddenly twists in your stomach. âI'm sorry, I know that youâ we already- last time, we talked about this and I should knowââÂ
âStop it,â Steve interrupts with a soft shake of his head. âStop doing that, itâs fine to feel unsure or- or to not know what you like. It takes time and experience to figure what you do like.âÂ
His hand shifts up, brushing the hair back from your forehead. He leaves it there, the warmth of his hand a comfort. His fingers curl lightly into your hair.Â
âThatâs all I wanna do,â He breathes softly, his lips tugging up at the corners. He looks unbearably earnest, his brown eyes shining. âJust wanna do what you like. Wanna figure out what you like.âÂ
He leans down and kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then that soft sensitive spot under your ear. You squirm but this time for all the right reasons.Â
âYâwant me to do that?â He murmurs.Â
Youâre breathing a little heavier and when Steve nips at your earlobe sparingly, just a love bite and a flash of teeth, your breath catches loudly. Desire surges through you, hot and straight between your legs.Â
It takes another moment to remember heâs asked you a question.Â
âYeahâŚâ you breathe. You wanna nod but you donât want him to stop what heâs doing. Your throat bobs as you swallow. âI wanna do that. Wannaâ wanna learn what you like too.âÂ
Steve hums, a pleased sound, and he kisses languidly at your neck. His lips, soft and plush, scrape against your skin in a way that gathers heat low in your gut. Your hips tilt forward an inch, moving against his thigh almost imperceptibly.
âYeah?âÂ
The way he says it, the way the word rolls out of his mouth, all husky and low, makes your nipples peak.Â
âWe get to learn together, hm?â He kisses your neck again. The soft press of his tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth have you gripping the sheets, almost white knuckled.Â
Suddenly, you canât stand to not be touching him. Your hands fly from the sheets, fingers curling around his midriff, feeling at the warm skin. His t-shirt is warmed by him. You slip your hands beneath it as he bites where your shoulder meets your neck, soft enough to make you sigh.Â
Your hand finds skin. Finally, finally, you get your hands on that damned happy trail thatâs been all but haunting your daydreams for the past months.Â
As Steve kisses down your neck, you trace the line of hair with your finger slowly. Your thumb strokes the coarse hair all the way down to his waistband, gentle and hungry all at onceâ trying to commit it all to memory. Unwittingly, Steve shivers at the motion.Â
âFuck,â his breath shudders against your neck. He tucks his face in closer, fighting the urge to press his body up against yours and grind. You feel the twitch in his hips anyway. âYou drive me crazy.âÂ
âMe too,â you gasp when he pulls off your neck, blowing cool air across the heated skin heâs been dedicating himself to. You wonder if a bruise will come up, beautiful and kiss-bitten. You clench a little at the thought, the heat between your thighs only increasing.Â
A mark from himâ a mark of a lover.Â
You want to give one to him too. Managing to remember you can do things with your hands, other than just pawing at his back, you shift them up to curl into his hair. Tugging gently, you coax his face up enough so you can nose alone the length of his neck.Â
Steveâs panting and you can hear his breath catch when you start planting kiss after kiss on his skinâ dragging your bottom lip across those glorious moles you adore so much.Â
Without meaning to, you press him back and Steve lets himself roll back onto the mattress, his hands tugging you closer. You take the invitation and struggle for a moment to get up over his hips, one leg too tangled in the blanket on the bed.Â
âMy leg,â you laugh weakly, having to retract a hand from his hair to free it. When you do, you settle down, straddling his hips, and try not to lose your confidence. Still, you canât help apologising. âSorry.âÂ
Steve peers up at you lovingly, frowning a little when you apologise. âWhat? No, itâs fine.âÂ
He shifts one hand and grabs the loose blanket beside you and then hefts it up, throwing it as far as he can off the bed with a grunt. It lands somewhere behind you with a soft noise.Â
âBlanketâs fault.â He says, brown eyes back on you. âFreaking cockblock. I got rid of him, babe, donât worry.âÂ
You snort a little, leaning down to kiss his perfect lips.
âMy hero.â You murmur sarcastically against them.Â
âOoh, say that again, baby,â Steve moans exaggeratedly, throwing his head back onto the pillow dramatic, his eyes screwed shit. Â
You laugh, unknowingly relaxing a little further into him. You swat at his chest.Â
âSteve.âÂ
âOh!â He moans again, all girlish and fake, and twists his head in the other direction. âI love it when you say my name like Iâm an idiot!âÂ
You gasp, but itâs still hidden in your laughter as you hit his chest again, for a different reason this time.Â
âDonât say that!â You say genuinely. âI donât think youâre an idiot.âÂ
Steve drops the act, his eyes creasing open to shine up at you. Heâs glowing beneath you, cheeks a bit flushed and grinning like heâs a little bit in love with you. You think he might be.Â
âNo, you donât.â He agrees. He soothes his hands up and down your sides. âOnly idiot is that idiot who let you think there was anything wrong with you.âÂ
âUgh,â you scoff. âPlease donât bring him up ever againâ least of all when weâre in bed.âÂ
Steve squeezes your sides gently and smiles up at you like he hasnât heard a word youâve said. âNoted.âÂ
And then you kiss him.Â
For a couple of minutes itâs this easy, lazy making out that you love. Though, itâs like thereâs a furnace turning up beneath you both, the intensity getting more feverish with every kiss. When Steve finally pulls back from you, panting, he looks as flustered as you feel.Â
âCan I take these off?âÂ
His fingers are curled into the waistband of your pyjama pants. You nod before you can overthink it, letting him shimmy them down your thighs and settling yourself down on the comforter. Steve sits up a bit beside you, to tug them down your legs and off your ankles.Â
Steveâs focus is on his hands but your gaze is stuck on his faceâ and you watch as he tosses your pants behind him carelessly. His eyes fix on your cunt, hidden away behind your lacy panties.Â
âWoah,â he murmurs softly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He leans down on his elbows, one arm on either side of your hips and pings the elastic on the cutest lingerie you own. âThese are very pretty.âÂ
He sounds like he means it, his voice tinged with lust. It gives you a moment of confidence.Â
âYeah?â You ask. You slide your hands up, pushing your shirt up gingerly as you to reveal the matching bra to him.
Even from your distance, you can see how Steveâs pupils dilate, blowing way out. âYou like them?âÂ
Steve letâs out a pained noise as his head flops over, his nose pressed into your hipbone. One of his hands reaches down between his legs, adjusting himself in his pants.Â
He looks back up at you, hair a bit mussed, and pouts.
âThatâs not fair! Thatâs so not fair. Did you plan this? Blindside me by wearing my body wash and then surprise me with matching lingerie?âÂ
The way he says it, all faux accusatory, makes you grin. He sits up long enough to tug his own shirt off, discarding it behind him, and crawls up the bed to kiss you. You catch a glint of the single chain he wears around his neck before he's kissing you.
âYouââ Kiss. âlookââ Kiss. âsoââ Kiss. âfuckinâââ Kiss. âhot.âÂ
He pulls back, taking a moment to just gaze at you before he leans back further, scuttling down the sheets til heâs paused between above your legs.Â
Something within you flares hotly at the memory of the last time he was in the position. You feel a warm pulse in your cunt, a trickle of slick coating your panties. Your hips shift an inchâ half nerves, half anticipation.
Steve kisses you over your panties, like last time, the first chaste and on your clit. The next is a little lower, a little slower, his lips parting further and his tongue pressing languidly against your core. You squirm, breathing a little heavier.Â
His hands grips gently at your hips, moving up to smooth over your thighs. He lets his fingers slip forward, the tips of them pressing lightly into your inner thighs. He pulls them further apart and ruins you a bit when he kisses sweet along the skin of your thigh.Â
âIâm pretty sure we could just do this every time and Iâd be happy,â Steve says, but itâs paired a chuckle fringed with nerves.
He looks up at you and you realise it is a bit of nervousnessâ like heâs worried you might find it embarrassing just how much he likes it.Â
Your blood hums in response, warmer, all of it rushing down your body. You donât know quite what to say to that, so you say, âYeah?âÂ
Steve smiles, that flash of nervousness already gone or cleverly hidden. He gives your thighs a gentle squeeze with his large hands and rubs his cheek up against one of them.Â
âAre you kidding me? I think Iâd do anything you wanted just to hear those noises you made again.âÂ
Your lips part slightly in surprise. Heâs always so startlingly honest and forward with his feelings but, somehow, it still manages takes you by surpriseâ that heâs not at all shy about how much he likes you.Â
Scrambling for an appropriately sexy response, you come up blank and instead decide to press your thighs together. Between them, Steveâs cheeks squish forward, his lips forming an absurdly funny pout.Â
âHey!â He exclaims.
It comes out a little muffled with his face squidged up and the mixture of both his face and voice makes you laugh. You release him, legs falling apart, feeling the breath of his laugh again your skin.Â
âKidding, you can warm my ears anytime you want, honey,â Heâs still grinning up at you when he says it. Part of you know heâs being completely serious.Â
Your gut burns low. You resist the urge to squirm, feeling the heat chase down to your cunt. Itâs hard to relax when he manages to make you feel so keyed up.Â
âStop getting distracted.â You jest.Â
âYou stop getting distracted,â He jibes back, but his focus drifts back down, his eyes darkening with a fiery lust.Â
He rubs the skin of your thighs again, soothingly, and lets one hand creep forward til his knuckles are brushing up against the edge of your panties. His thumb presses forward, into the wet spot youâve soaked through.Â
Even so, he still asks, âHow we doinâ? Still feeling good?âÂ
You nod quickly, then think verbal confirmation is probably far better. âYeah, still good.âÂ
Realising youâre staring up at the ceiling, hard, you flick your eyes down between your legs. Even if it doesnât feel particularly sexy, you still have to say it. âThank you for checking.âÂ
âOf course,â Steve says. He pinches the elastic of your panties lightly, his eyebrows raising in question. âGonna take these off, yeah? Then you let me know if you donât like anything Iâm doing.âÂ
Despite your history, a huge part of you wants to say yeah, fat chance of that because yeah, youâre beginning to wonder if your boyfriend has some genuinely magical fingers. And a magical mouth. And wait, does that mean his coâ
The thought gets ripped away as you feel your panties get tugged downwards and you quickly lift your hips to help. Though heâs seen you bare before, itâs impossible to stop the flush that rolls through your body, hot and tinged with embarrassment. You want to close your legs but Steve between them prevents that from happening.Â
âHere,â Steve hums, reaching a hand up to scoop up your own from the bedsheets.
He gives it a quick kiss on the palm and then moves it up to land in his hair. âYou let me know how mâdoing, okay?âÂ
Your fingers curl into his brunette locks automatically and grip tightly when he leans in, his hot tongue dipping between your folds. Pleasure drips into your body as he begins to lick softly, his skilled tongue finding your bundle of nerves quickly and twisting around it.Â
Heat builds. You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy it, soft pants escaping your lips as Steve kisses and suckles where youâre most sensitive, til thereâs a moan lacing every breath.Â
Fuck, heâs so good at this. How is he so good at this?Â
One of his hands on your thighs starts to knead gently as the other one slides forward, til his thumb is rested at your slicked entrance. He hasnât stopped sucking on your clit but your sudden sharp inhale catches his attention.Â
âSorry,â you say instinctively.Â
âItâs fine,â Steve soothes, his thumb circling around your soaked hole, which clenches in response.
He kisses your thigh. Desire burns you up from within, your fingers twisting a little tighter in his hair, giving away your nerves.Â
âWeâre just figuring out what you like, yeah?â He muses, his words half comfort, half lust.Â
You nod but donât speak, trying to trust him enough to let his words calm you. Steve gives you a moment to breathe before he resumes the work with his mouth, his hot mouth suckling at your clit once again.Â
He waits until youâre back to those quiet, shy lusty little noises before he tries again, prodding softly at your entrance in warning before he gently sinks his finger in. You gasp again, hands tightening in his hair â as something molten hot shoots right up your spine.Â
âSteve,â you cry out his name. It feels... good, which feels like a fucking miracle in itself. He begins to fuck the finger in and out slowly, still lapping at your clit. A heat that youâve only felt once before starts to nip at your skin, bleeding into each nerve.Â
Your panting grows heavier and without meaning to, you clench down around him, desperate for a little more.Â
âSee, you like that one, huh?â Steve mumbles against you, his dark eyes flashing up to take in your face contorted in pleasure. His cock thickens unbearably in his pants, too confined. You nod, hair scrunching up against the pillow.Â
âYeaâyes,â You say, feeling your hips rock down an inch. You want more of that.Â
Steve obliges, more than willingly, adding another finger. It slides in with little resistance. Itâs hotter than anything else to get to see you like this, pliant and horny, rocking your hips against his mouth.Â
To get to make you like thisâ sucking on your cute little clit and fucking his fingers in, hearing the adorable squelch of your wetness. Youâre so turned on it makes his brain melt a bit, the way youâre leaking all over his fingers. Steveâs cock throbs desperatelyâ but he wants to make sure youâre stretched out enough to take him. If you want that, that is.
He eases one more finger in, keeping a careful watch on your face to see how you take it. You keen beautifully, back arching slightly as he curls his fingers and begins to stretch you out.Â
You pant deliriously, these tiny whimpers beginning to slip out your throat. Steve wishes he could see your face, the cute scrunch of your brows as you moanâ but happily settles for latching his lips back onto your cunt.Â
Three fingers feel even better than two, you find, as you grip the sheets tightlyâ youâre throbbing but in this torturous way, balancing on the edge of too much and not enough. Thereâs a hint of pain lingering at the back, but not enough to distract you from the pleasure.Â
It takes you by surprise then, when the pleasure suddenly tapers off, your eyes creasing up open and head popping up. You realise Steve is slowly stopping, his slick fingers slipping out of you as he sits back up a bit.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â You say without thinking.
Flushing, you quickly follow it up. âEveryâ everything okay?âÂ
God, you sound wiped. Your chest is still heaving and your clit twitches, missing the stimulation of your boyfriendâs mouth. The air smells honeyed and perfumed with sex.Â
âYou tell me,â Steve murmurs sweetly, his lips grazing the inside of your knee in an almost kiss. âYou said you wanted to do more. Is this enough more?âÂ
Your heart nearly bursts in the pure consideration. God, heâs so fucking nice to you. So unbothered to take things your pace, so attuned to making you feel good. You know that you could happily do this more for the rest of the night.Â
But itâs not what you had in mind â and the longer you wait, the more youâre beginning to crave getting Steve to a similar state youâre in. Moaning, flushed in the face, his hands buried in your hair.Â
âWe can do more,â You say, your voice dropping back into that shy whisper.Â
Steve watches you closely, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing at your thigh dotingly.Â
You clear your throat and speak a little louder. âI wanna do more.âÂ
âYeah?â Steve says, his grin growing. He huffs and shakes his head a little, dropping your gaze.Â
âI mean, believe me, even if we justââ He gestures vaguely between your thighs. ââ did this all night? Night well spent.âÂ
You know he means it, especially with his hungry gaze that dips back down, his tongue slipping out to lick his bottom lip briefly.
You press up onto one elbow and reach out one hand, hooking your finger over the one single chain he wears. Thereâs a ring looped on it, the one you gave him as a promise, and just the sight of it makes you glow inside.Â
You tug the chain forward lightly and him with it, Steve shifting up the bed til youâre nearly face to face, his frame hovering above you. The beds dips beneath his hands as they crawl up to either side of your waist, his intense eyes locking onto your face. He might be holding his breath.Â
Swallowing, you move up and press your lips to his in a slow, soft kiss. It turns deeper, hotter, heavier. You swipe your tongue into his mouth and Steve lets out a pitiful noise in response, pressing his mouth against yours desperately.Â
Drawing back with a little gasp, you open your eyes and repeat your earlier sentiment, âI want to do more.âÂ
Steve watches you, his exhale shaking slightly. You dot a kiss on his cheek quick, pulling back to meet his eyes.
âI want to do more with you.âÂ
A kiss on his other cheek, just as fast. Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch.
âI want to do more, right now.âÂ
Steve smiles splits into a grin, his eyes shining as he chuckles, the sound doused in fondness. âOkay, okay, I got the message,â He murmurs.Â
Pushing back to sit on his heels, he turns and rummages around in his bedside table for a moment. You lay back on the pillows and try catch your breath, knowing itâs only a matter of time before itâs stolen once more.Â
When Steve pulls back, thereâs a row of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He tears off one of the condoms and throws the rest of them behind him without thought.
You canât help but tilt your head up, neck straining a bit, not wanting to look away for a moment as Steve raises onto his knees and pushes his boxers down. His cock kicks up, released from its confines with a soft slap against his happy trail.Â
Unwittingly, your mouth waters a bit.
And look, youâve seen a dick before, okay? Itâs pretty hard to sleep with someone and not see one, unless you have your eyes closed the entire time.Â
But Steveâs cock isâŚÂ pretty.Â
Pink and aching, the head of it slick with a bit of pre-cumâ that you realise heâs gotten from being worked up whilst eating you out. You gush a little at the dizzying thought.Â
You want to touch it â or put it in your mouth so you can drool over it, can suck on it, can feel the heady weight of it on your tongue. Or, as you realise what the ache of your cunt means, you really, really want him to fuck you with it.Â
Instinct drives your thighs apart, beckoning him between them. Steveâs eyes darken as he notes the motion, moving a bit more hastily to tear the condom packet open. He rolls it down his length, quick and precise.Â
âOkay,â Steve breathes, reaching out for the lube and drizzling a generous amount into his palm. He keeps the bottle within reach as he slicks it over his heavy cock, a beautiful groan pushing out his throat as he does.Â
âOkay,â He says again, a little breathier than before. Shuffling forward, Steve lines himself up with your core gently before halting. His eyes dart up to your face.
âYou let me know if thereâs anything you donât like or you wanna stop.âÂ
You nod, his ardent care only serving to fuel your lust. Youâll coo over it in the afterglowâ right now you want to be around him, want to feel him pulsing inside you, want to feel full where youâre suddenly feeling so, so empty.Â
Steve shifts forward, beginning to sink into you with a low groan of pleasure.Â
The first few seconds are bliss â Steveâs done his job well at warming you up and something hungry awakens with a burst of pleasure as you take the first few inches.
Then, something a little more uncomfortable joins the mix.Â
You try not to squirm, disappointment inflating as your pleasure is robbed by the twinges of pain. Itâs not unbearable but youâre enjoying yourself less. Steve moves in another inch and then discomfort abruptly becomes pain.
You inhale sharply, teeth gritted together, and Steve stops moving in an instant.Â
âWoah, yâokay?âÂ
You nod, even as your eyes slip shut. Half of this is a mental game, you know thatâyouâll never loosen up if you donât try to relax.Â
âYeah,â you say quietly, voice a bit tight. âJustâ just gimme a minute.âÂ
Steve murmurs a quiet sure but after a moment he says, âWait, lemmeââ and moves forward so heâs hovering above you instead of sitting back, your faces much closer now. The jostling doesnât help but having Steve closer does.Â
He keeps his hips as still as he can and kisses your cheek. You donât open your eyes just yet, willing yourself desperately to relax, to enjoy it. You take a deep breath.
âWe can stop,â Steve whispers.Â
You shake your head. Creasing your eyes open, you move your hands up so you can twine them around Steveâs neck in almost a hug. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek again, then steals a kiss from your lips.Â
âI wannaââ You gasp, frustration mounting at how the pain doesnât seem to be subsiding. You sound miserable as you cling to him closer. âI want this to work.âÂ
âItâs okay if it doesnât,â Steve responds, his arm shifting up so he can trace his thumb over your cheekbone.Â
The movement moves his hips forward another inch, pain spiking so severely that you wince aloud, your face pinched in discomfort. Thatâs all it takes for Steve to shift back, easing out of you gently. Youâre devastated at the relief that follows.Â
âOkay, Iâm not doing that if it hurts youââÂ
âIt wasnât,â You lie fruitlessly. You know Steve heard your winceâbut maybe if you lie, you can trick your body.Â
Hands coming up to cover your face, you scrunch your eyes up, annoyed at how they sting with tears so quickly. Your voice is all wobbly when you say, âIâm sorry. I'm sorry, I really want this to work, Steve.âÂ
Steve aches at your words, moving in to tug at your hands. His voice is soft, sweet.
âHey, hey, I know that, sweetheart.âÂ
You donât let him in, hands still shielding your face. He kisses your knuckles instead, his thumbs swiping up and down your wrists comfortingly.Â
He waits a moment before he continues, voice buttery soft, âI know you want this. Itâs not your fault if your body only likes it some ways and not others. You canât control that and I know that.â Â
You take one deep breath and it shudders as you inhale, sounding far too teary for Steveâs liking. He tugs at your wrists again, relieved when you let him pull them away tentatively. You arenât crying but you look damn near close.Â
âWhatâs got you so upset, huh?â Steve coos, nuzzling in close, his nose brushing against yours.
He releases your wrists to cup your face, tender and soft, his brows knit together in his concern. âYou know I donât mind- I told you that I donât care what we do, just that youâre enjoying it.âÂ
You take another shaky inhale, a little more stable than the last. Steve can feel how you move to press back against him, nuzzling him back. You take another moment before you reply.Â
âI just-â You start, voice still tight. âItâs so stupid. I wanted itâ I wanted to enjoy it. And that doesnât even seem to matter to my body. It doesnât even change how it feels and that sucks. Like I canât control this part of me.âÂ
Steve listens dutifully, waiting til you finish and your eyes find him.
âWell,â He starts, averting his eyes somewhat sheepishly. âTake everything I say with a grain of salt, okay? But⌠your body doesnât hurt just to mess with you, right?âÂ
He waits a moment for your tentative nod. âRight. So, itâs not for nothing. Itâs trying to tell you something and- and ignoring that isnât having control. You have to listen and work with your body â itâs your partner in all this.âÂ
âI thought you were my partner,â you whisper, the small smile on your lips giving away your joke. Steve faux rolls his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.Â
âIâm your other partner.â He smiles. Then sighs, casting his gaze above your head for a moment before meeting your eyes again. âAm I making any sense?âÂ
Wiggling one hand up, you place it on his cheek tenderly and begin to whisper. âYouâre making a lot of sense actually.âÂ
Steve sighs, leaning his face into the palm of your hand with a huff. âWell, thatâs a relief.âÂ
For a minute, thereâs only quiet. Your emotions come down from their swell and you take the time to admire the beautiful boy above you, who seems to be doing just the same to you.Â
After a moment of time, you clear your throat and say, âCan we try again?âÂ
Steve seems to think on it for a moment before he nods, turning to kiss your palm.Â
âThis is gonna make me sound like a total guy,â He says, words muffled against your hand. His brown eyes flash up to yours, darting between them. âBut maybe we should try from the back. Like, different angle and all.âÂ
You snort, unable to hold it in because it does sound like such a guy thing to say. Even so, you give a little nod, eager to try something else. You donât even want to acknowledge the mounting dread around disappointing Steve â even with all his assurances, you canât help but feel as though this has been one gigantic let down.Â
As Steve shifts back, you become suddenly aware of the lubed up slick spot on your thigh where Steve's cock was resting and scrunch your nose with a laugh. Peering down, you drag a finger through the wetness left on it.Â
âEw,â you laugh.Â
âEw?â Steve echoes incredulously. âAlright, thatâs it.â His sits up and back, his hands darting down lightning fast, manoeuvring you all of sudden. He hooks his hands under your hips and lifts, twisting so youâre suddenly splayed on your front.Â
Youâre giggling all the while, drunk on the feeling of your boyfriendâs hands as they trail up your sides. The hair of his tanned scrapes against your back as he leans in, mouthing along your shoulder towards your neck.Â
You find your knees and prop yourself up on them, lifting your hips off the sheets of Steveâs bed. At the angle heâs draped himself over you, itâs a perfect line up of his cock with your cunt, the head of it teasing your entrance when you push back.Â
You're relieved that your emotional moment hadn't killed the mood altogether. That same hot, pulsating want from before tears through you and Steve takes a stuttering breath, the slightest moan in his throat. You feel his forehead press against your shoulder blade, as though heâs trying to compose himself.Â
âYou-â He says, the word catching in his throat. As if unable to help himself, his hips grind forward, pushing his aching cock between your slick folds. You make pitiful, keening noises in response, a thread of pleasure run through the two of you.Â
âYou ready?â Steve asks shakily. He relents some of his closeness to grab the lube, giving another generous drizzle into his palm to slather over himself.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, pushing yourself back an inch.Â
This time when Steve pushes himself in, the bliss stretches out, lasting more than just the first couple seconds. You make a high, breathy sigh of a noise and your head drops forward.Â
Steve pauses, his breathing on the ragged side, and checks in. âStill feeling okay?âÂ
You nod feverishly, a whine building up in your throat that threatens to escape if Steve doesnât move. Or maybe if he does move. You canât tell â canât tell anything other than how good it feels to have him inside you, hot and throbbing.Â
âYes,â you manage to gasp out. âYeah, keeping going, please,âÂ
Steve grunts, complying in an instant, sinking his cock further in. Something inside you tightens up againâ but itâs not nearly as noticeable as last time. Still, Steve recognises it and he slows for a moment.Â
âIâm okay,â you assure breathily, face nearly pressed into the bed. You need him to keep moving.Â
And he does; his cock sinks in another inch right as his hand creeps around your hip, searching for something blindly. You barely get one moment of confusion before his calloused fingers drag through the slick on your cunt and move up, pushing against your clit purposefully.Â
You moan, loud and high. The friction of your clit is enough to make your thighs spread a little wider and your hips move back before you even realise what youâre doing, almost the rest of Steveâs cock sinking inside you. It feels good but something else pinches up inside you.
Steve moans, muffling the sound into your skin as he hides his face in your neck.Â
You pant, suddenly dreading how you can feel the prick of pain on the fringes of your pleasure if Steve stretches you too far. "Don't- n-not too much," You warn gently, the words all breathy, still swathed in your pleasure. "Iâuhâ fuck, I don't think I can take it all."
You feel Steve's nod against the back of your neck, accompanied by a low hum in his throat.
âY-yeah, okay,â He stammers. His hips roll forward and he follows your word, not quite pushing all the way in. "F-Fuck."
His breath is hot on your neck and the sudden urge for his kiss is nearly overwhelming. Even not facing him, the way Steve drapes himself around you, gentle even with how he grinds his hips into yours, feels intimate. Your cunt gives a soft squelch.Â
âOh fuck,â Steve gasps, stilling completely â the feeling of you wrapped around him is enough to nearly push him to the edge. He screws his eyes closed and whimpers, trying to keep himself together.Â
âYâokay?â You whisper breathily after a couple of moments, forehead pressed into the sheets. Your hips move just a little bit, shifting in a little circle so his cock slides out an inch, his fingertips grazing across your clit again.Â
âIângh-â Another whine slips out from his throat at your movement and Steveâs hand slips back, gripping your hip tightly. âJesus Christ. Y-Yeah Iâm good, just trying not toâ fuck- end this too quickly.âÂ
He moves a bit, readjusting him arms to hold weight up a little easier.
âBut youâre really wet and, like, really warm,â He grunts, almost accusingly. âAnd I really like you, so,âÂ
You canât help it â a little laugh titters out of you, one of pure delight because Steve is sincere about his feelings. The laugh only serves to make Steve groan louder.Â
âShit,â He gasps, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. âYou canât laugh right now, itâs so not helping.âÂ
âSorry,â you laugh again, a little more apologetic this time.Â
Then, after a moment of gathered bravery, you say, âI donât think I like this position. I canât see your face.âÂ
Steve makes a pained noise from behind you, a breathy and sharp inhale, and suddenly his grip on your hip is twice as tight.Â
âIâm gonna need you to stop talking. Please.â He grits out, voice sounding tight and barely restraining the moan in it. âIâm trying really hard here but youâre making this impossible.âÂ
Steve shifts on his elbow again, bicep bulging as he lowers himself to one side. His hips press into your backside, sinking himself further into your wet heat, as he settles his weight down onto the mattress. The springs make a noise in protest.Â
Youâre still closely intertwined, Steve pressed up against you, still throbbing within you, but now itâs more like⌠youâre spooning.
You settle down too, forcing out an exhale to let yourself melt back into Steveâs chest.Â
He lets out a soft groan again but the new position means he can bury his face in your neck properlyâ and when you turn your head right, he seizes the chance for a kiss.Â
He kisses sweet and slow to begin with, plush lips nipping at yours as if youâre not already in the throes of sex. Like he kisses you hello. His nose nudges against yours and he shimmies an arm beneath you on the bed. It curls itself around your stomach and Steve uses it to bring you even closer.Â
âIs this better?â He whispers. He nudges his hips for a bit, giving a gentle thrust. Something warm flares at the pit of your belly, hungry for more. âStill okay?âÂ
You nod, a whimper escaping your throat as you steal another kiss from his lips. âYes,â You whisper, lips scraping against his, hardly believing it. âFeelsâ feels good, baby,â
Steve finally gives in to his moan, a beautiful noise that sends heat rushing between your thighs. He begins to move more, building a gentle rhythm as he fucks into you, sensual and adoring all in one.Â
Time drips away. You feel much warmer now, pressed up against Steveâs chest, with his kisses all around. One of his hands stays dutifully between your legs, pushing around your bundle of nerves and pulling weak, soft noises from you. The other, you cling to, your fingers twisted as best they can with his.
Pleasure wraps the pair of you up til a soft glow of sex and love settles over the both of you. Steve murmurs doting words, an endless stream of encouragement pouring from his mouth as he nibbles at the shell of your ear.Â
Still feelinâ good? Yeah, you are. Just listen to you- sounding so pretty wrapped around my cock.Â
Fuck, your pussy makes the cutest noises. So wet fâme, isnât she? God, you drive me crazy.Â
Youâre taking me so well, yeah? Being so fuckinâ good fâme- letting me know how you feel. Mâso lucky - fuckinâ loveâ love this with you.
You donât even realise when every gasp out your mouth has turned into a moan, each breath building and mounting. Your chest heaves and Steveâs motions go from lazy to focused. His hips slow a little but his fingers over your clit speed up, dancing across the nerves perfectly.Â
You clutch desperately at the arm he has wrapped around your waist, your head thrown back to rest on his shoulders with your eyes screwed shut. Your hole clenches wildly as you hurtle towards your orgasmâ and go right over the edge without warning.Â
You make this cute little gasping noise, high pitched and wrapped in a pretty sigh, and Steve doesn't think he's ever heard something so sensual, so pretty. His blood seems to thrum in response, pleasure turning the coil in his gut tighter and tighter.
Euphoria melts into your body and you sag into it with a drawn out soft moan, turning your face to search for Steveâs in an instant. One of your hands darts up, sloppily reaching for the back of his neck, suddenly starved of a kiss.Â
You find his lips right as Steve finds his peakâ his handsome face screwing up as he all but whines into your mouth. You capture it, some heavy, open mouthed kiss of desperation shared between you.Â
Pleasure flows over you, hot and heavy, fuelled by the frantic grinds of Steveâs hips into yours as he whimpers into your mouth. Even though some part of you feels vulgar, another, louder, part of you feels like you've taken part in something sacred. Steve's fierce kiss certain feels akin to something holy. Â
After a minute, the euphoria fades. You settle back into your body, feeling the scratch of the cotton sheets beneath you, the sweat of Steveâs chest on your back, the slightly discomfort in between your thighs.Â
Steve can feel it, the moment you tense back up, some unwelcome twinge of pain in your gut. Heâs shuffling back and pulling out before you even have to ask.
Without his chest to lean on, you roll backward naturally and flop onto your back, still panting lightly. Steve shifts up to hover above you.Â
âYou good?â He asks, that same breathlessness in his voice. He smiles handsomely, his hair a little limper than usual, flopping over his forehead. He looks gorgeous. âYou did great.âÂ
That almost makes you laugh, the sincere praise so like one might give a child, but Steve seals it with a kiss to your forehead. Your laugh turns into a sheepish but giddy grin. âIâm gonna take the condom off, Iâll be right back.âÂ
He disappears from your line of sight for a minute or two and you can hear him rustling around in his room.
Without any distractions, you suddenly remember the film youâd put on in the beginning, still running at the end of the bedâ the final credits are just starting to roll. The streetlights glow a little brighter in the evening dark through the curtains.Â
You huff out a breath and your smile comes without even trying. In fact, if Steve hadnât come back when he did, youâre sure you wouldâve started giggle to yourself madly, cocooned in your own contentedness. That same awed, gleeful smile just like the first time round.
âYou look like a dope, smiling like that, you know that?â
Steveâs wearing a pair of boxers, green plaid, and heâs got a fresh, warm wash-cloth in his hands.Â
"I didn't know that," You muse playfully.
âHey,â He changes tone to less playful, kneeling on the bed. You notice the change of clothes in his other hand when he throws them onto the duvet beside him. âMâjust gonna clean you up a bit, that okay?âÂ
Youâre sure thereâs a pinch of embarrassment in you somewhere but, still blissed from your orgasm, you canât manage to find it. Steve is quick and precise, the warm cloth wiping up any excess sticky fluids. He kisses the inside of your knee when heâs done.Â
âAll done,â He murmurs, climbing back off the bed in the direction of the bathroom, switching off the television as he does. He gestures to the clothes at the foot of the bed as he walks. âYâcan wear these if you want.âÂ
Finally feeling less flattened, you shift up to lean on your elbows. Heâs grabbed you a pair of his boxers, the matching blue pair to his green, and one of his old Hawkins swim-team shirts. You slip into both quickly, your heart going a bit fuzzy with how soft the shirt is.Â
Then you crawl beneath the covers, blood still rushing far faster than usual and a satisfied tiredness beginning to sink into your body. You can't help but thinking it all over â Steve's mouth between your legs, the feel of him sinking into you, the ecstasy of falling apart in his arms.
Part of you hadn't wanted to acknowledge that, well, it fucking worked this time and you enjoyed it. A niggly fear about jinxing it. Like if you pointed it out, it would incite the likelihood of your body turning on you once more. Robbing you of pleasure and experience in equal measure.
But when Steve comes bounding back to the bed, dragging back the covers to join you beneath them, you speak first.
"So, that didn't suck." You say excitedly, biting back your grin as Steve settles down beside you.
Together, you share one pillow as he scooches in closer. His hands reach out, searching for you amongst the sheets. When he finds your hips, he uses them to drag you closer to him, a halfhearted cuddle.
He lets out a puff of air against the pillow, a light snort. "I mean, hopefully it didn't just not suck."
If you had more energy, you might give him a playful shove because you know he knows what you mean. He'd seen the whole display of nervous emotions attached to sex all the way leading up to it.
Instead, heart feeling awfully gooey in your chest, you seize the opportunity to press in closer to him. Your head tucks beneath his chin, your lips barely grazing his throat.
"It was really good." You whisper, lashes fluttering as your eyes fight to stay open. Steve's warm on a good day. He's hot as a furnace with all the blood that's pumping around still. Perfect for snuggling up with.
"Yeah?" He sounds delightfully pleased, but not the smug kind. He sounds happy that you enjoyed it.
Then he whispers, "Told you it wasn't you."
His big palm sweeps up your back soothingly.
He's right. You've never been so glad to be on the receiving end of an I told you so before. Not that Steve would say that (at least, not right now).
Cuddling in closer, you wriggle one hand out from beneath the covers, not bothering to pull back or open your eyes when you murmur, "Just had sex high-five?"
You can feel Steve's laugh as it rumbles through his throat. It's an inside joke now, it seems.
"Hell yeah." He wiggles one hand free and slaps it against yours, probably a little harder than necessary. You laugh too, the sound a mixture of joy and sleep.
And yeah, okay, you might get it now. The whole big fuss around sex that everyone seems to makeâbut maybe you don't entirely agree with them.
There was something more in the... trust. In knowing that Steve wouldn't have cared which way it happened, as long as you were both enjoying it. In the intimacy shared, even before you had ever slept together. In the waiting. In the wantingâfor both yourself and for Steve.
There's some grandeur discovery you've uncovered, you're sure of it, about the mystery and craze around sex. You just keep losing the string of thoughts to your slumber which drifts ever closer.
Oh well. You can always put it all together in the morning when you're not so tempted by sleep and bundled up in the arms of a boy who you love. For now, you drift off, fulfilled and content.
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Wanderlust
Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader
Summary: Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.
AN: My nightly daydreams led me to Soldier Boy this time. đ
I was imagining the Break Me Down-verse for this one (shortly after Checkerboard), but it can also be general Soldier Boy x Reader.
Word Count: 650
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Fluff, innuendo, Sleepy Ben, implied smut.
You traced down his back with light, trailing fingers.
Lying next to him in bed, with scraps of moonlight filtering through the closed blinds in the window as your only guide, your mind was still drifting even though you shouldâve been sleeping.
You couldnât help yourself. Â
You drew invisible patterns across his bare skin. Ben was warm, always warm, even though the AC was making the room almost frigid. You knew it was the ever-present radiator in his chest that made him your own personal heater.
You propped your head up better with an elbow on your pillow as you laid on your side. You then let your hand drift over every dip of muscle between his shoulders, every small freckle you knew just from memory, then down and down his spine.
You flirted with the idea of inching down the sheets, where his bare ass would greet you. From there, you supposed you'd decide what wandering direction your hand took next.
âIf you donât go to sleep,â his deep voice rumbled, âIâm gonna wake up and fuck you again.â
You bit your lip against a giggle, but you didnât quite succeed.
âIt sounds like youâre already awake,â you remarked.
Ben grumbled incoherently in response. He was tired, you knew. Heâd just come back from a week-long mission with Butcher and Co. for Supe Affairs. Hence the long night you two spent catching up.
If you were honest, you were still tingling between your legs. Your thighs and ass were a little sore too. Likely theyâd be sporting a few fingerprints tomorrow.
You didn't mind it so much though. You two now had a safe word for that kind of thing.
You smirked, sifting your fingers through his hair. It was getting long again. Maybe youâd trim it for him tomorrow, since you both had the weekend off. Â
Your hand meandered down the back of his neck, just to begin dragging your nails up and down the slope of his back.
âWhat does that feel like to you?â you asked curiously. You often wondered how much his invulnerability affected the way he felt things, especially the way you touched him.
âLike a tease,â he muttered.
You applied some more pressure with your nails. Not the way youâd scored his back about an hour ago, when heâd had his sinful mouth all over your body, but enough to be more than a tease. Enough that it wouldâve left an angry, red trail on your own âfragileâ human skin.
Still, you werenât able to leave any marks on him. Just a faint whiteness of pressure against his skin that soon returned to normal when you moved your hand away.
âHow about that?â you asked.
âLike youâre playing with fucking fire,â Ben said, though you heard the smirk in his voice. âGo to sleep.â
You smiled too.
âWe'll pick this up in the morning,â he made sure to add, though he was already halfway back to slumber, from the sound of it.
âOh, Iâm sure,â you said, laughing lightly. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder. âGânight, babe.â
âMhmm,â he responded.
He groaned deep in his throat and turned over onto his back. Your smile remained as your body tensed in anticipation, but all he did was slide an arm under your waist and curl you towards him, trapping you against his chest. His hand splayed against your lower back, heavy and warm.
His lips brushed your hair away from your forehead and lingered there. He closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale. You did the same, relaxing against him. Your hand came to rest against the steady thrum of his heart.
Moments like this with him still managed to surprise youâŚbut admittedly, less and less the longer you lived and shared together.
A girl could get used to it though.
AN: Lol should she have pressed her luck? Let me know what you think of this one! đđ
Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:
Next we have a fun, fluffy, angsty, smutty Christmas special, Love Actually:
Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but youâre determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.
âśď¸ Next Story: Love Actually
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He is at his limit.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#LWJ's breakdown has been a long time coming and I love how he breaks down. It is a torrent of emotions he can't hold back anymore#He bites! He cries! He throws a tantrum!#We know from bonus content that he was a biter when he was younger but that's exactly the point. It is a childish behaviour.#LWJ has been help up to the highest expectations to be mature and beyond any childishness.#He is selfless - cold and composed to the outside observer.#It is a false ideal to live by to be disconnected from everyone. You can't be a person if you are perfect.#But by god he was never perfect to begin with. He has a terrible temper and is awkward in social situations.#He's overly righteous and rigid - And so on and so on. Both him and WWX know each other for their flaws first.#And it is not about how other aspects 'make up for it'. It's about seeing someone's worst traits and going 'I can tolerate that.'#You can't ask someone to love the worst parts of yourself. But you can show them and have them be tolerated.#MXTX did not write SVSSS and MDZS's main couples to be about seeing the worst parts of someone and still choosing them-#only for readers to miss the point of what that really means!
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Minecraft Danny
Danny had been chucked through a natural portal on accident. He lands in the middle of some meeting. Weirdly dressed people all staring at him. Thatâs not what he finds weird though, he is clearly in the living realm, but everyone is smoother? Rounder? So he says so.
âWhy is everyone so round?â People around him exchange glances. The one at the top of the table takes the lead. Why was he wearing his underwear on top of his clothes? Danny would never know.
âWhat do you mean kid?â He asked cautiously but kindly. Danny blinks. He looks at his own hands. Huh, they were round too.
Thatâs when he thinks of something. He did promise Ellie they would play real life Minecraft somewhere sometime after all. âLike a nether eye but smooth like a line of blocks, itâs weird.â He said with a straight face.
âAre you joking right now?â Asks a man in bright red. Danny shook his head.
âNo, youâre all just weird. And me too, look!â He said as he held out his hand.
âWeird how?â Asked a man in black and with ears.
âWeird like that one time I could collect my digs.â He said.
âWhat?â The one in red asked. His white mask eyes seemed to grow.
âElaborate.â Tall and dark growled.
âLike this.â Danny knocked on the floor. Some ghost powers and a few tricks he picked up from the ancient of space and he hacked a square block out of the floor and got it in mini block form. âI couldnât collect my digs, that was such a weird day.â
He was proud of the straight face he held as eyes bulged around the table.
That was the start of Danny being on the justice leagues âcould be extremely dangerousâ list together with the âdimension travelerâ and âwilling to help with their abilitiesâ list. He invited Ellie, naturally. The heroes from this world did not need to know that this was just one big hoax and that they were using their dimension as a playground. They were just innocent Minecraft people doing their Minecraft things.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dpxdc#batman#dp x dc crossover#dc#dp#ghost#minecraft#ghost powers#writing prompt#Superman#the league is baffled#Danny using the first sentence he said to further this purposeful lie#Ellie and Danny are having a blast#the league is stressed#no donât break down this building to build something different#leave the chicken bones alone#they do not tame dogs#they get bug eyed when it works#dani phantom
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doodles some of my favs from One Piece because after two years I'm finally almost up to date with this animeđ
#what a journey it was haha#I thought about giving up a few times#especially at the beginning#but damn#I've already watched over a thousand episodes somehow#It's hard for me to say exactly what I think about One Piece#Sometimes I didn't like the series and sometimes it touched my heart#There are things I have to complain about One Piece#but if I turn a blind eye to certain things#I had quite a lot of fun#Overall I think I could write a whole essay about this because there's a lot to break down xD#but nah I just wanted to throw in some fanart of characters I liked#One Piece#OP#Luffy#Nami#Nico Robin#Portgas D. Ace#Yamato#Trafalgar Law
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made a SUPER rough ref sheet for my red robin design
#go white boy go#i was going for a vaguely regal look for the little trust fund#it was definitely a challenge to make a costume that the worldâs least original vigilante#could feasibly design#he sees ONE cool costume component and goes WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN#4 extra inches and damianâs STILL going to outgrow him in a few years#Breaking News: Red Robin debuts new platform boots?#hope the 3 and a half tim drake fans enjoy this#batman#dc robin#art#artist on tumblr#dc comics#dc fanart#red robin#dc red robin#tim drake#dc tim drake#fanart
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genuinely just OBSESSED with this hc that apple is a complete and utter MESS when it comes to her relationship with darling.
like it's such a funny contrast for the people who know her because this is Apple White; she is calm and polite and put together, and in all the years she dated daring, she was so fucking chill about everything.
daring dating other girls? didn't give a shit. everyone's wondering why they aren't affectionate in public? well, they're just teenagers they have forever after yk. when will they go steady? they have the rest of their destinies to worry about that.
you get my drift; apple does not give a single shit when it comes to this relationship because she is so in control of it. the actual 'relationship' aspect isn't really important to her and as such she's so composed in terms of her relationship with daring.
but throw DARLING in the picture and then there's apple running around like a headless chicken, being absolutely CLUELESS about what to do now that she actually has feelings for someone.
i'd like to have an entire episode of darling and apple going out on a date where there's basically a reverse situation of the dexven date ep where raven keeps trying to hype apple up and keep her calm while thinking 'dear god was i really like this???'
meanwhile, apple's hyperventilating over here just thinking about what to wear, what jewelry will match with her dress, if she's overdoing it or not, whether she should get darling a gift or something, what if she's overdressed or underdressed, and will darling like the food where they're going, and if darling even likes her at all the way she likes darling-
in the end raven grabs dexter and she says fuck this shit you and i are going undercover and tailing them, im too worried for this lesbian disaster.
dexter agrees because he's just come from helping rosabella hide all of darling's armor and assorted weaponry and they had both enlisted the help of the wonderlandians to make sure darling didn't have a breakdown every 3 seconds every time she realized she was actually going on a date with apple.
shenanigans are ensuing and rosabella and raven are getting the worst of it by this point, but they love apple and darling too much so they put up with it.
#ever after high#eah#shitpost#eah headcanons#headcanon#apple white#darling charming#raven queen#rosabella beauty#daring charming#dexter charming#yes i am once again writing about them#dappling#darlapple#darling x apple#apple x darling#the wonderlandians find this extremely amusing and exasperating#lizzie constantly mutters off with her head under her breath while kitty gleefully knocks all of darling's shit on the floor#maddie tries to make her tea and gives advice in riddlish#while alistair strategizes and bunny ensures darling makes it on time#it's a team effort#also lsiten#apple may be the most accomplished teenager on the planet#but she is also allowed to be an absolute flustered disaster when faced with darling#vice versa#darling can take down the most horrific monsters without breaking a sweat#but asking a pretty girl out??? bye#yes in case you were wondering apple was the one to ask her out
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The first time disciple Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu meets Liu Qingge, it is during a Bai Zhan peak raid. And what ends up happening is that Shen Qingqiu gets kicked in the jaw with such force he feels his teeth clack together unpleasantly. And frustrated with his situation, the system, and quite frankly a ton of other little things that have been building up over the course of the last few weeks, he feels something snap in the back of his mind like that of a rubber band after being stretched too far.
What ends up happening is that Shen Qingqiu turns and locks onto the very first figure he can see that is dressed in grey-and-white like a homing missile, and then with the force of a twin-tailed mountain tiger, lunges towards said figure with an equally menacing snarl.
He ends up taking the Bai Zhan peak disciple by utter surprise, and they both collide into the ground in a tangle of angry yelling and limbs. What ends up happening is that Liu Qingge gets the subsequent wind knocked out of him and pinned into the dirt by a Qing Jing peak disciple who is filled with the might and fury of a scholar having their peaceful afternoon interrupted and a once-grown-man re-experiencing puberty.
It is with that might and fury that Liu Qingge meets the wild, frenzied eyes of Shen Qingqiu, with his lips pulled back into a truly ferocious scowl. Shen Qingqiu hisses out, with such force it makes his voice rasp, as if he might as well sink his teeth into Liu Qingge's throat and rip it out; "Get the fuck off my mountain."
Liu Qingge is so shocked by -- well, quite a many things, but most importantly the fact that he has been pinned, and the way the sun is bouncing off this boy's face, -- that his brain needs five seconds to reboot. It's five seconds too long, because by the time he registers what just happened, Shen Yuan has clambered off him and disappeared. Gone and thrown himself into the closest dust cloud scuffling in order to unleash the rest of his fury on the other Bai Zhan Peak kids.
Qing Jing Peak experiences an unfortunate uptick in Bai Zhan disciple visits -- specifically of the Liu Qingge variety. Specifically Liu Qingge, actually. Who very much wants to find the boy that managed to get one over on him and demand a rematch. (Or maybe kiss him.)
#*stares at sy* i still think he deserves to go a little feral. as a treat. like. just a small snapping. not a big one. just a lil one#svsss#scum villain#scum villain self saving system#svsss au#shen qingqiu#liushen#shen yuan#he has a lot of restraint. lets break it! *said in the same tone as that angsty teenager ai voice from sister location*#me: do i call him shen yuan or shen qingqiu??? he is technically sqq but a lot of the disciple aus i see call him shen yuan....#me: fuck it i'm sticking with SQQ. they're both technically the same thing as far as im aware#this idea sprang into my mind like the mulan hun daisies. and i felt the need to write it down. this is so going in my disciple sy fic#shen yuan has a lot of restraint :) what better way to let loose all that pent up aggression than a bai zhan peak raid! he's kinda looking#forward to the next one. that was actually pretty cathartic. :) BZP disciples feel a sudden shiver crawling down their backs#the increase of bai zhan visits qian cao peak gets from bite-related injuries is in no way related to this decision. none at all.#sqq covered in bruises and scrapes: woo! that was actually kinda cathartic. i feel much better now after that. and a little guilty#meanwhile lqg: *going through a gay awakening* i.-- ??? boys? ???? boy? boy. mhm.#sqq usually avoids getting swept into fights during BZP raids. not this time! and now bzp is going to Pay For It Dearly.
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favorite ttpd lyrics
thanK you aIMee | Taylor Swift
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Inspiration - @ghcstao3
There's something to be said about the way John "Soap" MacTavish, notorious for his fleeting fancy of any given subject when off an op, hasn't been able to get Simon Riley out of his head. Granted, even before "The Incident" his lieutenant occupied his thoughts frequently. But now, oh, not a minute goes by where his attention doesn't stray, where his eyes aren't drawn to Ghostâs hulking figure, and he wishes they'd been stationed literally anywhere else but the monotone grey of autumnal England.
His sketchbook is filled with pages upon pages of studies. Greens and browns and gold â the myriad of colours hazel can be â despite how none of them feel right. Too saturated, too dark, too light. Too much or too little. Then again... it is near impossible to recreate a work of art after a mere fleeting second of studying the original. La Gioconda del Prado wasn't made with a peripheral glance at Da Vinci's subject â so how is Johnny to do the impossible?
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"Spar with me."
Ghost pauses with his fork mid-way to his mouth. A mouth Johnny would gladly analyze at length, or map with his own one day, if not for the unhealthy obsession he's taken with Ghost's eyes.
One thing at a time.
His irises are shadowed by the tilt of his head and the presence of eyeblack but there is a subtle difference between them. Johnny is fool enough to think he can see it no matter how shit the lighting. Deluded, even, if his long-suffering best friend is to be believed. They're also dark with question, narrowed with thoughts and opinions kept close at heart.
"Alright," Ghost says and pushes the rest of his dinner away, pausing briefly as if to say something before ultimately deciding against it.
Johnny follows him with a pronounced bounce in his step and speeds through stretching and warming up. It'll be a killer tomorrow but that's a problem for future Johnny. Sore muscles are a small price to pay if it means settling a mystery.
They take their places, circling each other lazily. Johnny, ever the impatient one, lunges first and ends up with Ghost's heavy weight straddling the small of his back a couple minutes later. He grinds his teeth and heaves himself back to his feet. Sweat beads at his temples, his neck, trickling down his spine. Alight with purpose, he throws himself back in the fray.
He sways out of Ghostâs reach, blocking and evading, bouncing on the tips of his toes, throwing punches when it's fitting while he awaits the perfect time to strike. They're both grinning. It's plain as day on his own face, more subtle on Ghost's. The way the corners of his eyes crease gives him away, the shift of his plain balaclava as his lips twitch.
Johnny is focused on them like a bloodhound on a scent and when Ghost tosses his head, tilting it up with a roll of his shoulders, the florescent lights catching them just so.
Oh, is all he can think with the truth of him laid plain to see â how Johnny had been right all along. They differ subtly in darkness but when cast in either sunshine sepia or lightbulb white the contrast between them is stark. One is the deep, dark of pine, a forest green with too many hues to accurately count. It compliments the wooden brown of tree-trunk bark, flecks of whiskey-gold therein framed by pale lashes of nearly the same colour.
A modern day Medusa who stops him dead in his tracks, mesmerised, as Ghost's fist slams into the side of his face with the concentrated power of an eighteen-wheeler barreling into a concrete wall.
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Ghost's face swims back into view an undetermined amount of time later. Worry etched into the tense way he carries himself. His hands are cupping Johnnyâs cheeks, thumbs stroking once under his lower lids before they tilt his head back a fraction. He hovers close, peering into Johnnyâs eyes as if they hold the secrets of the universe therein.
"Fuckin' hell Johnny. Anything broken?"
Johnny blinks at him, a dopey smile spreading over his lips like molasses.
Ghost, if anything, looks even more worried.
"Talk to me, Sergeant."
"You've beautiful eyes."
Ghost freezes in place. Gobsmacked, if Johnny were to put an expression to it. He murmurs a string of delightfully innovative curses under his breath, manoeuvring Johnny to sitting upright, and the change in vantage point only makes him a little bit dizzy. The dark spots dancing before his eyes is nothing new, honestly, but they are annoying when they're ruining his view.
"Knocked what little sense you had left right out of your head, huh?" Ghost sounds amused and Soap realises, belatedly, that he might've said all that out loud. "Price'll have a field day with this."
"Take some responsibility an' kiss it better then."
"You're concussed."
"Och aye, an' whose fault is tha'? You and yer bonnie eyes. Could get lost in 'em, y'ken?"
"You're off your head, mate."
"Ahm'nt! An' if you'd jus' stay still for a moment an' lemme look at ye, this wouldn't 'ave been an issue," Johnny grumbles indignantly. Grumbles, because whining is for children and it never works in getting him what he wants anyway. Ghost usually looks at him with the flattest stare imaginable whenever he tries. Horrid man. Johnny kind of wants to kiss him about it.
"Tell you what, Johnny. If you're goodâ" Ghost slings his arm over his shoulder, kindly ignoring the way his words leave him shivering, "âi'll let you look all you want."
Johnny leans against him when he's levered to his feet, swaying like a branch caught in the wind. "I can be good."
"Mmh. You're gonna listen to the nurses once I drop you off at medical?"
Soap groans and smushes his face deeper into Ghostâs surprisingly comfortable shoulder.
"I'll take that as a yes."
-
Ghost keeps his promises, it is an irrefutable fact, and Johnny can and will take advantage of that with shameless abandon.
Crawling into Ghost's lap with a shit-eating grin, paints and brushes well-within reach, wobbling precarious on his perch until Ghost takes pity and steadies him with scorching hands on his hips feels like a victory despite the dull throbbing in his temple and purpling bruises lapping up the side of his face. There are no protests when he guides Ghost's head this-way-and-that. No complaints are heard even when the warm glow of his bedside lamp shines at his eyes and their kaleidoscope of colours become present again. Ghost keeps his gaze unwavering focused when Johnny's hands rest on his face in a mirror of the day prior â though his eyelids droop down the fraction of an inch. It's intense and intimate and Johnny, no stranger to selfishness when he can get away with it, can't help but be greedy.
"Can you be good for me now, Simon?"
His lieutenant nods as far as Johnnyâs hands allow and though him closing his eyes is the opposite of good, Johnny can't fault him when his own slide shut as he brings their faces together for the first time â a new obsession flaring to life in the wake of lips brushing fabric.
#sometimes a prompt comes along that breaks into my house and threatens to burn my house down unless i write it#most all of op:s posts do#i've just gotten exceedingly good at dodging#huge thanks to ghcstao3 for keeping the brain gremlins fed#i am admiring you from afar#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghostly writes stuff
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eddie going in to scoops ahoy dressed as a pirate and saying heâs here to âplunder scoopsâ treasure chest of ice cream yarharâ only he gets to the counter and itâs Steve serving, not Robin. He was expecting Robin. What comes out of his mouth is âIâm here for your pleasure chestâ. Cue eddie turning on his heel, walking out of scoops and sitting himself down in the fountain of the food court, hugging his knees while the corroded coffin boys throw pennies at him.
#he did do a dramtic âWHY!!â on his knees then sat back down again#Steve came out during his break but Eddie and cc all pretended Eddie was a statue#was very tragic#unfortunately steve got butterflies about it and canât stop thinking about the sopping wet pirate statue#this could be a nice one shot but I have no interest in writing it đ#stranger things#eddie munson#steddie#steve harrington
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Lesson Learned
Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader
Summary: Thereâs only so much teasing Ben is willing to take. He has no choice but to punish you.
AN: Here we go! lol. This is the highly requested Part 2 to This Oneâs For You, over in the BMD-verse!
Word Count: 2.2K
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, edging, teasing, fluff, and feels.
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You gasped, your nails raking through his hair. Your grip threatened to rip out a few strands as you panted into his neck.
âBen, pleaseâŚfor Godâs sakeâŚâ
âPlease what?â he said. There was grit in his voice when he spoke into your ear, but he was all too controlled. Taunting.
Asshole.
He was relentless, dragging his fingers inside your quivering pussy, rubbing his thumb around your clit, but almost never where you wanted him. Your thighs were shaking on either side of his frame as he had you naked on your back, writhing in the middle of your shared bed. Youâd sucked him off until his spine rattled and his eyes nearly crossed, swallowing up as much as you could of what he had to give.
Still, he wasnât satisfied.
âIâm sorry!â you burst in frustration, but you also had to stifle your laughter. Your husband narrowed his eyes at you, spying the hint of your smile.
âHow come I donât fucking believe you?â said Ben. With his elbow digging into the bed beside your shoulder, his occupied fingers curled inside you, finally brushing against the sensitive ridge of your inner walls. It drew a faltering moan from your lips.Â
âWhat exactly are you sorry for?â he demanded. He bowed his head and laid a biting kiss along your throat. âUse your fucking words.â
You exhaled roughly, gripping his hair tight again. Now that he couldnât see your face, you could allow yourself to grin in amusement.
Three Days AgoâŚ
Ben was tired and more irritable than usual when he stepped into the Flatiron Building. The night before had been a battle of wills between him and his infant daughter, whoâd been finnicky, having a hard time going back to sleep. Heâd done his best to help her get back to sleep, since you had been dead to the world and unable to leave the bed (or so youâd seemed).
Now, he took the elevator up to the right floor and used his key to get into the office suite, where Butcher and the rest of your delinquent friends were already dicking around.
Some horrible French rap was playing on the Bluetooth speaker. Kimiko was flicking tiny pieces of paper across the dining table, into a âgoalâ made by Hughieâs hands. Frenchie wore a âKiss the Cookâ apron as he pulled a fresh batch of croissants out of the oven in the kitchenette, while M.M. swept the excess flour stains off the counter.Â
Annie was trying to get Butcher to smoke his cigarette out on the balcony.
âReally, you had fucking cancer. Youâd think youâd try a little harder to take care of yourself,â she said. Butcher gave her a wan smile, and blew a coil of smoke upward between them.
âNice,â she said flatly.
But all that stopped when Ben strode into the room. They stared at him, each starting to smile, no matter how much some of them tried to hide it (like Kimiko, with a hand over her mouth).
âWhat the fuckâre you staring at?â Ben snapped. âWe got a job, right?â
Butcher cleared his throat and recovered first. He dabbed his cigarette on an ashtray on the dining table and grabbed an iPad to give to the supe.
âYeah, got us an escapee. Our little slumlord, Sapphire,â he said.
Ben frowned. Sapphire was the supe who nearly vaporized you a couple of years ago, after they broke up her drug ring. While he read the file documenting detailing her escape and what the CIA knew of her whereabouts so far, Hughie shared a look with Kimiko and Annie before he spoke.
âSo, uh, howâs Lila doing?â
 Ben shot him a look through furrowed brows.
âFine. Sheâs with her mother,â he replied. Hughie predictably asked about you, and again, Ben said you were fine at home with the baby.
âLilaâs almost a year old, right?â Hughie asked. âAw man, thatâs gotta be a fun age, right? I mean, fun, but challenging. All the crying, the diaper changing. Getting her to sleep through the night must be tough.â
Benâs attention piqued at that, and not in a good way. His dark suspicion grew when his gaze flicked up to Hughieâs dumb fucking face, and then the rest of them, with their dumbass smiles. Biting her lip to stop herself from smiling, Annie pressed a button on her phone.
All of a sudden, Ben heard his own voice playing from the speaker.
âH-Hey there, Delilah, whatâs it like in New York City?â
âNow ainât that a lovely warble,â Butcher remarked. Ben shot him a warning glare, but the Brit raised his hands in amused surrender. He crossed his arms and continued to smoke as he watched the scene unfold.
Ben tossed the iPad onto the kitchen counter and strode over to Annie with menacing steps, intending to put an end to this bullshit. She grinned and tossed her phone over to Kimiko, and Ben glowered, changing directions.
âI'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty. Yes, you do. Time Square canât shine as bright as youâŚI swear itâs true.â
Kimikoâs eyes widened at the angry supe heading toward her. She tossed the phone to Frenchie next. The phone bounced between his flour-stained hands as he yelped in surprise.
âOh, shit,â he uttered, when Ben began stomping his way.
âHey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely. Give this song another listenâŚâ
âA voice like warm butter,â Frenchie praised. He quickly tried to move from side to side to evade his attacker. âYou should be proud, Monsiuer Grincheux! A man soothing his baby is a beautiful thing.â
âShut your fucking cockhole,â Ben gritted out, but he still reached out when the phone sailed under his armâonly to land in M.M.âs hands. He froze with widened eyes, not wanting to be in the game. But it was too late, for him and Ben.
âHey there, Delilah, hereâs to you,â his voice sang, more quietly, more tender, deep and baritone. âThis oneâs for youâŚâ
A brief pause. And thenâ
âWhat the fuckâre you doing?â
M.M. managed to pause the video. A beat of utter silence, and then...
Everyone burst out into laughter. Hughie started it; he was damn near folded in half, leaning heavily on his girlfriend as he wiped a tear out of his eye. M.M. tossed the phone back to Frenchie, whose entire frame was shaking with restrained glee.
Benâs jaw worked as he contemplated how exactly he was going to kill every one of these cocksucking morons.
And then you. Because how else had they gotten that video? You had to have sent it somehow before he got ahold of you last night.
âAll right, enough!â he bellowed.
The entire room fell silent.
âFirst of all, erase that shit right now, or itâs coming out your ass,â he barked, pointing at Frenchie. The other man jolted and did as he was told.
âAs for the rest of you, I better not hear another fucking word about this, or so help me Christ, Iâm gonna do some barbecuing.âÂ
About three days later, Sapphire had been caught and re-imprisoned, and Ben returned home. He found you in the living room. He was taciturn to your happy smile when you welcomed him with a hug around his waist, though your smile fell after he didnât respond to your kiss.
He slowly lowered his gaze down to you, and you knew.
Biting your lip, you soothed a hand along his cheek. âSo, howâd it go?â
âFine,â he said, but little else.
In fact, Ben didnât speak to you for most of the evening. You tried cooking him a good hot meal, but he barely said two words to you. The only thing he did, before he was even showered and changed, was venture into the nursery to lay a gentle hand on his daughterâs head as she slept, over her downy brown hair. He bent down to press a kiss to her forehead.
After that, he strode past you in the doorway and slammed the door shut in the bathroom.
Aw shit. Despite yourself, you couldnât help chortling with laughter. You shouldâve known heâd be a great big man child about this.
So you decided to call your mom and see if she could take Lila for the night.
You had some damage control to do.
NowâŚ
He'd brought you to the edge of your pleasure three times before he withdrew his mouth or his hand from your body, not letting you touch yourself, not letting you comeâdriving you to the point of frustrated tears.
You grabbed his head with both hands and guided him to look you in the eyes.
âBaby, please. Stop torturing me,â you pleaded. You used every tool in your arsenal to make him break, giving him soft, tearful eyes. You leaned up and pressed gentle kisses to his cheek, his chin, the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.
âI need you,â you whispered, drawing him into deeper, messier kisses. Part of him started to falter. He briefly closed his eyes and breathed into your kiss.
But then, he stubbornly broke from you with a frown.
âNice try. Youâre not getting off that easy,â he said. âNow say it. Why the fuck are you sorry?â
You huffed in aggravation, but you twined your arms around his neck and brushed slightly sweaty strands of his hair away from his forehead.
âIâm sorry for embarrassing you,â you said, even though your mouth began to curve upward. âIt was a sweet thing you did, and Iâm glad I captured it. But I am sorry that sharing that moment with our friends bothers you so much.â
âFirst of all, theyâre your idiot friends,â he said. You wanted to interject on that one, but you knew he wasnât in the mood, and you didnât want to fight with him for real.
âSecond of all,â he beganâŚbut he didnât have any more words after that. They were caught between his irritation, and his unwillingness to even voice what it was he felt. Eventually, he found them.
âThereâs some shit that needs to stay between us,â he said. Â
You smiled, but you mercifully drew him down for another slow kiss.
âOkay, okay. I hear you. Itâs not that big a deal though. You love your family, and look! Your macho-ness is still very much intact,â you said, gesturing at his very much hard cock pressing against your thigh. âNow are you gonna fuck me like a man, or do I need to find a vibrator that will?â
At that Ben looked down at you with a raise of his brows. His lips twitched, mostly at your audacity. Shaking his head, he slid a hand behind your neck and drew you in for a kiss, fueled by passion and frustration in equal measure.
You wrapped your thighs around his hips, urging him closer. His straining length pressed against your center, the wet tip slipping against your glistening folds. He groaned at the sensation.
âPlease,â you repeated, licking into his mouth for a sensuous kiss.
The once-iron grip on his restraint finally broke. Ben slid a hand between you to hold himself to your entrance. With one smooth thrust, his cock buried deep inside you. Your moan of relief echoed his own. If nothing else good came out of this situation, you two hadnât had the time or the energy to go at it like this in a long time.
He grabbed your thigh and angled you higher, so he could sink in at an even better angle as he began to rut into you.
With all of his earlier edging and teasing, you were already so close. Your inner walls fluttered around him, welcoming him home and gripping him tight. All it took was a few well-placed swipes of his thumb over your clit to have you tumbling over the edgeâa delicious cresting of pleasure that made you arch off the bed, biting your nails into his shoulders, a cry caught in your throat.
Ben fucked you through your release, all while chasing his own. His grip on your hip tightened as his thrusts grew ragged, his own breathing shallow and rough, until his balls tightened and his body locked up on him. He spent himself inside you, coating your inner walls until he had nothing left.
He just barely managed to keep himself from smothering you as his body relaxed. You still welcomed his weight on you, soothing your hands up and down his back while you both caught your breath. Your thighs slipped from his hips, your feet meeting bed and sliding out a little.
Ben brushed your sweaty hair away from your face. Looking down on you now, his face gentled from its hardened angles and furrowed brows. You smiled lazily.
âStill mad at me?â you teased.
Ben resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he let out a rough exhale through his nose.
âSomething tells me you didnât learn your lesson,â he said, somewhat incredulous, and yet, amused.
Your smile was undoubtedly cheeky, even as you leaned up to give him a sweeter kiss.
âSure did, baby,â you said against his lips. And another kiss. âLesson learned, I promise.â
He really did roll his eyes this time.
AN: đ Ben just can't win, can he?
Translation: Monsiuer Grincheux - "Mr. Grumpy" in French
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Coming up next, Ben has his Adventures in Babysitting moment in Green:
Summary: Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.
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Get Souped!
#poorly drawn mdzs#better drawn mdzs#mdzs#jiang yanli#I'm back!#She would never say 'get souped idiot' but I like to imagine JC and WWX would say it to each other if the other got sick and needed soup#JYL would never throw soup without knowing full well you would be able to catch it#She would rather fall face first than drop a bowl of soup after tripping.#Sheâs been hard at work preparing this soup! And all of you get to have some B*) Thanks for all the support while I was on break!#âwas your break relaxing op?â unfortunately it was like being kicked down several flights of stairs. Didn't draw much sadly#Though I did end up writing a little mdzs fic! I havenât written anything in a long while but it was fun. Maybe I'll post it....maybe...#regardless of all this rambling; thank you for all the kind messages. ill try and reply soon!#i have a few more fun doodles before I'm ready to crack into season 2!#Enjoy the soup in the mean time!#(PS: I know that's not the right hand shape for the meme redraw but augh...the OG hand angle was...way too hard to draw).#edit: retagged as better drawn mdzs. I put a lot into this one
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#gw2#guild wars 2#gw2 fan submission#I CAN FINALLY POAST THISSSSS#THANK GODDD tumblr raised their image limit to 30 or else i woulda been fucked#anyway here is my zine piece on its own! rly wanted it in its entirety on my blog hehe#i might do a whole big post breaking it down later? if ppl want. like notes on a scene#and as alwayssss if u enjoyed reading would u consider reblogging! n telling me ur thoughts in the tags i read every single one of them ;W;#my writing
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