#he pulls in close and bumps shoulders and touches Max's arms and hands and chest and winks and grabs at him when Max makes him laugh and

[leclerical]

This has been one of my favorite 1633 photos for a while now, and i think i just figured out why!

Look at Max's hands

Does anyone else remember the show "Pushing Daisies?" Of course you do, this is tumblr. There's a scene where Ned the baker and Chuck are walking, and because they cannot touch (for plot reasons), they hold their own hands clasped together behind themselves. I wish i could find the image, but i don't need to—look at Max's hands

I wonder sometimes if Max does this kind of thing unconsciously to accommodate Charles and his cat-like avoidance of touch. Max is forever hovering, waiting for an opening to clutch an arm or that curve where the neck meets the shoulder or a hand. Holding his own hands, waiting for Charles to reach out for his first

[rainrot4me]

Ticci Toby General Headcannons

Summary: Basic, SFW, and NSFW head-cannons. My personal thoughts, feelings, and opinions about Toby as a character.

TW: NSFW below the cut, minors dni! Above the cut is sfw!

Words: 1.6k

A/N: NSFW is reader with female anatomy.

Basic:

- Even though he is socially awkward and tense, he’s a master at people watching. Can read a room and know more details about a person within seconds of watching them interact.

- Likes his alone time.

- He would probably say Tim and Brian are his closest friends, the same can’t be said about Masky and Hoodie, however.

- A pro at zoning out. Takes you waving your hand in his face before he snaps back.

- Bipolar? More-so emotional switch. Tends to be soft-spoken and awkward, trying his best to keep conversation while fidgeting his hands, looking anywhere but at your face. Otherwise, he’s an in-your-face, aggressive, no emotional resistance when that flip is switched. Lots of teeth gritting and yelling, swings his ax around like it’s a toy to intimidate. It takes a lot for him to get to that point, but it takes double the time for him to come back down from it.

- Not easily scared. Will throw himself into a fight and come out victorious somehow.

- Sleeper build. Wears lots of baggy clothing and layers so you can’t tell, but secretly he’s jacked. He may look scrawny, but don’t be fooled. Really strong shoulder and chest muscles from dually swinging his ax and dragging bodies around. He doesn’t think it’s all that impressive. Wishes he was bigger.

- The worst posture you’ve ever seen.

- Let his facial hair grow out from time to time. Thinks it makes him look too mature, but appreciates the compliments he gets.

- Has a secret hobby of playing a guitar he found on a mission. His tics mess him up a lot, but it’s worth the trip out deeper into the woods where no one can hear to practice a little.

- A little shit.

- Hates the heat. Would rather freeze to death than spend one moment in the too hot sun. Favorite season is late fall, around the first snowfall time.

- Big on territory. Never had privacy or respect as a kid so he values having his own things and belongs that nobody else can touch.

- Definitely shy, but not in the “UwU” way, in the “Can you get this from the gas station for me? The girl in there looks mean.”

- Bites his nails, the skin around his nails, and his cuticles LIKE A MF.

- Very light sleeper. Unless he’s absolutely dead beat exhausted, he’ll wake up from just the floorboards creaking. Has to be physically exhausted to actually rest.

- When listening to music, he needs it as loud and close as possible. Headphones are a must and they must be at max. He wants to feel that bass.

- A stray animal lover, feels similar to them in a way.

- Breaks down a lot. Hard to console or even talk to in those moments but some time alone in his room will do the trick.

- Has the education level of a middle schooler.

- Enjoys Gorillaz, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, and surprisingly, older country artists like Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson. “Outlaw shit.”

Dating Him/SFW:

- “Love” “Y/N…” “Baby”

- Loves when he touches you and you don’t pull away. Like when his knee accidentally rests against yours or his elbow bumps your arm while sitting on the couch and you don’t tug away, just sitting there letting him rest. He gets all giddy.

- Playing with your hair. Currently trying to learn how to braid.

- “Wait. O- Okay, so, right th- then left? No? F- Fuck, okay…”

- Favorite sleeping position is with you wrapping around each other, legs and arms tangled together as he hooks his chin onto the top of your head, rubbing your back. Even though you both get extremely hot and sweaty after a while, Toby enjoys the moment before you eventually shove him off.

- Likes to feel your body weight on him, whether it’s laying or sitting, he just likes the pressure and warmth you give.

- Big on physical touch, could really care less if he’s mad or not, just needs to have some part of his body touching yours.

- You could wear or look like absolutely anything and he’d still think you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen.

- Loves how you smell after getting out of the shower, can’t get enough of it while he kisses your warm, damp skin.

- Loves the way it feels when you comb through his hair with your fingers, practically purrs as he melts into your warmth, angling his head so you have better access.

- An admirer for sure, stares even when you catch on, studying every freckle or sunspot on your cheek.

- Self conscious about being your boyfriend. In reality, he’s an amazing lover, but he’s been conditioned his whole life that he’s not good enough and that ideal carries over.

- Tried to lick you through the hole in his cheek once, you both freaked out.

- Sensitive to high stress situations or loud noises so constantly reaches for your hand or crams himself into your side to block out the panic he can feel oncoming. You really help.

- Slasher movie date nights are always a bust because he’ll describe just how inaccurate that blood splatter was, followed by what would actually happen in detail.

- “If he c- cut the arm like that, it wou- wouldn’t spray out that far. This g- guy doesn’t even l- look like he’s ever even he- held an ax before.”

- Didn’t have a favorite color until you told him yours. Says his is the same, just cause it’s your favorite.

- Very immature in the sense of relationship problems. He thinks everything can be solved if he just avoids it, and that includes you. It takes a lot of bickering and patience, but he’ll eventually get over himself and force a solution.

- Doesn’t open up about anything ever. You’ve gotta fight tooth and nail for him to even mention his mother’s name. Will tell you all about his latest mission, however, whether you want to hear or not.

- Throws things or hits you playfully just to turn around and go “Who did that??”

Dating Him/NSFW:

- Boobs. Tits. Breasts. He needs them in his palms immediately.

- A big biter. Will never bite hard enough to draw blood but gets so turned on at seeing his teeth marks in your skin. Big territory thing.

- “Mine. See, I m- marked ‘ya. You’re mine.”

- His dream is to fuck your tits, too shy to ask though.

- Always been a “jerk off as fast as you can” kind of guy, fisting his cock fast to just get off. So when you slowly slide down his cock for the first time, taking your time to adjust and grind your hips at a steady pace, he nearly cums on the spot from how overwhelming it is.

- Bisexual, definitely.

- Starts at a fast pace at first, thrusting and grinding until both of your hips hurt, but then slowly his pace changes, more intentional movements and sinking deeper, more focused on stretching you out then getting deep. Just wants to get you dizzy before he gives you the good stuff lol.

- “Th- That feel good? You’re sq- squeezin’ so tight, ah-”

- His fingernail imprints all over your skin from how hard he holds you.

- Pervert but not in a creepy way. Pervert as in gets a boner from just watching your ass as you walk across the room. Has to clench his fists every time you bend over or raise your shirt up. Can barely breathe if you’re showing too much skin.

- Not big on degradation, but is very big on affirmation, loves to be told he’s doing good.

- Secretly, sooooo secretly loves the idea of anal. For both you and him. He wants to be buried in your ass, your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt, panting into your neck. But at the same time, wishes you would just read his mind and push your fingers into his, fisting his cock as you stretched him so well.

- Surprisingly, very flexible. Whatever position you’re in he can easily contort to get the best angle to sink his cock in.

- Jealousy sex. Another resident of the mansion catches your glance for too long and suddenly you’re shoved into the bathroom, pants at your ankles as the brunette swipes the pads of his fingers against your clit, biting against your shoulder as he ruts into your ass.

- “Mine, mine, m- mine, nobody els- else makes you feel this good. Right? R- Right? Yeah?”

- A WHINER. Grade A pro at burying his face into your neck/pillow/chest and just sobbing his pleasure through tears and moans. He’s so loud, obnoxiously groaning and huffing as you slap your hand over his mouth. It doesn’t help though, as soon as your hand pushes down his tongue is already out and licking your palms.

- You in his hoodie? Yeah, it’s the only thing you’re wearing while he snaps his hips, pushing your knees back as far as they’ll go to get even deeper, mewling about how good you look.

- Loves to sit back and watch you suck his cock, his fingers pushing strands of hair out of your face as you try to take it all in, eyes twitching the further down you get. He’s not insanely big, just lengthy enough to make you choke and reach all the best parts. Likes to put his goggles on your forehead and watch them dangle as you bob up and down.

- Cumming in you? No. Cumming on you? Every single time. Goes absolutely crazy when he sees his seed shot across your stomach or thighs, your flushed skin and post-orgasm twitches getting him so turned on he can’t focus.

- “You ju- just look so good… Couldn’t he- help myself, okay? Sorry… Can we, u- uh… Can we go ag- again?”

Thank you for reading!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated! 𐚁₊⊹

[cheriladycl01]

Down Under - Daniel Riccardo x Reader SMUT

Plot: Daniel had always dreamed of the day seeing his wife in a pretty wedding dress, but not for the reasons most would think.

Warnings: eating out, oral (fem receiving), 18+ minors dni

Here you were walking down the isle in your large white wedding dress looking down where your husband stood with his best man and fellow groomsmen. He hadn't noticed you yet where he was talking to his best man Lando. Max, one of his groomsmen nudged him, shurgging his head over to you. His eyes met yours just as the music started playing for you to walk down the isle too.

Tears brim his eyes, he'd always seen you as the most beautiful girl in the world, but today you were etheral and he wanted to burn this image of you into his mind and keep it there forever.

You make your way down the isle, holding your dad's arm who also has tears in his eyes. All thats on your face is a huge grin, excited to be Mrs Ricciardo after this. You loved Daniel with all your heart and being able to share a last name with him was special to you.

"You're the only man i trust with her Daniel, i hope you know that. Look after my baby" you father says, before placing a kiss on the side of your head. Daniel smiles at your father a solid not to him.

"Always sir" Daniel says, before glancing over you seeing just how magnetic you looked up close.

You guys shared your vows, you had both done very meaningful vows for your actual wedding that you'd more than likely repreat in 10 years, then 20 and 30. You would save the laughter for at the after party where the maid of honor and best man, and some family members would to also say some words for the pair of you.

"You may now kiss the bride" the officiator says and you shake your head.

"Nope, i may now kiss the groom!" you grin and cup Daniels face pulling him down and in for a kiss. It's lasts for a while until you feel Daniel's grin widen.

"Nope, i'll listen to him" Daniel grins, pulling away and dipping you into the typical bride kiss. Your both giggling against one another as you do, the crowd below cheering and whooping.

"Come with me" he whispers in your ear, gripping your hand.

"Alright folks, if you all head into the barn i'm going to get Mrs Riccardo into something a little more ... breathable and then we'll see you out for the after party!" he grins, before taking your hand and walking you away. Everyone starts to leave while Daniel walks you into the chalet you guys had rented.

Before you know it, the minute you guys get into the home you were hoisted up onto the nearest counter, your large puffy dress bunching up around your hips. Your in fits of giggles as Daniel tries to work out how to step in between your legs but is sort of restricted.

"Daniel what are you doing!" you laugh looking at him.

"Need you so bad, wanna fuck you for the first time as my wife" he grins with that cheeky look in his eyes.

"What?" you burst out laughing.

"Please, need you" he groand trying to bunch up your dress around you.

"We dont have time!" you laugh, holding him at bay by his chest.

"Just, just a quick little taste. I'll be so quick" he says, sliding his hands down before getting on his knees.

"Daniel!" you gasp at the crudeness. But before you know it he's under all layers of your dress, teasing a finger up your thigh touching the garter of your white lingerie. He plays with the fabric before flicking it against your skin making you gasp. You feel his nose, and the bump run up along the silk covering you.

"Danny" you gasp, moving your hips forward and wrapping your legs around him, resting them on his back and shoulders.

He doesn't say a word, not that you'd hear it muffled under the ruffles and multiple layers of your dress, but you feel your panties pulled to the side and his wet tongue tease you.

His nose gives the perfect amount of pressure on your clit a moan coming from you. You would normally have a hand pulling at the curls of the hair, but with no access to it they gripped the edge of the counter.

"Oh fuck, please" you moan feeling the way he's moving against you stimulating every place that possibly needs it. You can feel his nose pressing agaisnt you. Your hips jut against his face and your can finally hear some slurps that he's making as you rock agaisnt his face.

You feel the coil build in your stomach as Daniel's licks are relentless against you.

"Omg please please please" you cry out your knuckles white from the grip on the table. Daniel's finger enters, his tounge moving to play with your clit, gasps coming from you and your head drops back.

He reaches a certain part of your spongey walls that makes your lurch forward grabbing his head through your dress with as gasp as your legs tighten round his head and start to shake.

"Omg" you gasp as he helps you through your orgasm. He ruffles up, finding his way out of the big puffy dress and the sight before you once his head pops up is one you would be happy getting all to familiar with.

He was there, your juices covering his chin and his curls messier, face flushed red from the heat.

"Been waiting to do that for years" he sighs, leaning his head against your thigh.

"Years? You've been dreaming of marrying me for years for the sole purpose of what? Eating me out in my wedding dress?" you laugh out loud looking down at him.

"Right, lets get you out this dress now" he says, avoiding the question while helping you up despite the wobbly legs and heels combo that isnt helping. You couldn't help but giggle as he carries you up the stairs to the master bedroom where your body-con white dress was laid out by your maid of honor.

Daniel helps you take off the dress and just looks at you in your underwear.

"Gods, i cant believe this is what i get to see for the rest of my life" he says, running his hands along your waist. He helps you get into the dress despite his wish to ravish you on the bed behind the pair of you, but knows that people are waiting to celebrate the newly weds.

"Every day" you grin holding the side of his face before he pulls you into a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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[darkenedroses-world]

A Little Closer — Pezzy x Reader

🔹 Friends to Lovers🔹 Height Difference🔹 Fluff🔹 Humor🔹 Mutual Pining🔹 First Kiss🔹 Short!fem!Reader🔹 Gaming Sessions🔹 Light Teasing🔹 Comfort 🔹 Request🦋

You and Max, better known to his online followers as Pezzy, had been inseparable since high school. Your friendship was built on late-night gaming sessions, shared memes, and an unspoken bond that neither of you dared to define. At just under 5’0”, you were often the target of Max’s playful teasing about your height, but you always gave as good as you got. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself at Max’s apartment for your usual Friday night hangout. The familiar scent of popcorn filled the air as you settled onto the couch, controller in hand. “Ready to get your butt kicked?” Max teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. “In your dreams, tall boy,” you shot back, nudging him with your elbow. As the game loaded, you couldn’t help but notice how close you were sitting. Your knees brushed against his, and every so often, your shoulders would bump. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, but you brushed it off as mere adrenaline from the game. Hours passed, filled with laughter, playful banter, and the occasional victory dance.

Eventually, you both decided to take a break. Max stood up, stretching his arms above his head, his shirt lifting slightly to reveal a sliver of skin. You quickly averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Hey, can you grab the snacks from the top shelf?” Max asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “Or do you need a stool?” You rolled your eyes, standing up to face him. “I don’t need a stool, thank you very much.” Marching over to the kitchen, you reached for the cabinet, only to find that the snacks were indeed out of your reach. You stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it would go, but it was no use. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. Max reached over you with ease, grabbing the bag of chips and placing it on the counter. His chest brushed against your back, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “Need any more help, shorty?” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. You turned around, your face mere inches from his. The playful atmosphere shifted, replaced by a tension that neither of you could ignore. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

“Max…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his gaze flickering to your lips. “Yeah?” Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it spoke volumes of the feelings you’d both kept hidden for so long. When you finally pulled away, Max rested his forehead against yours, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Took us long enough,” he murmured. You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Better late than never.” From that night on, your relationship with Max evolved. The teasing continued, but now it was laced with stolen kisses and whispered confessions. The height difference that had once been a source of playful jabs became just another reason for Max to pull you closer, lifting you onto your tiptoes to meet his lips. One chilly evening, as autumn leaves painted the streets in hues of orange and gold, you and Max decided to take a walk through the neighborhood. The crisp air was refreshing, and the sky was a canvas of stars. As you strolled side by side, your hand brushed against his.

Without thinking, Max intertwined his fingers with yours, his larger hand enveloping your smaller one perfectly. You glanced up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Look at us, holding hands like a couple of teenagers,” you teased. He chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. “Well, we did skip that part back in high school.” You walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of rustling leaves and distant laughter filling the air. Eventually, you reached a park and decided to sit on a bench beneath a towering oak tree. Max draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to shield you from the cold. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Do you ever think about how things might have been if we’d gotten together sooner?” you mused. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Sometimes. But I think we found each other at the right time. Besides, the wait made this even more special.” You tilted your head up to look at him. “You’re such a sap.” He grinned. “Only for you.” As the night grew colder, you both decided to head back. Upon reaching Max’s apartment, you settled onto the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket.

He put on a movie, but neither of you paid much attention to it. Instead, you found yourselves lost in conversation, reminiscing about shared memories and dreaming about the future. The comfort of your connection made everything else fade into the background. Eventually, fatigue began to set in. You yawned, snuggling closer to Max. He took the hint and shifted so that you could lie down, your head resting on his lap. He gently stroked your hair, lulling you into a peaceful slumber. As you drifted off, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the journey that had led you both here. From friends to lovers, every moment had been worth it. And as Max watched you sleep, he knew that no matter what the future held, he wanted to face it all with you by his side.

[eddiemunsxn]

Hi I saw that you request are open and I really really really love everything you wrote, I was wondering if you could an Eddiexreader where she’s Max’s cousin and she’s got a massive crush on him and both Dustin and Max are trying to make her confess and the one day she kinda snap and tell them “what do you want me to tell him hi I have a massive crush on you it’s so massive I started to write Mrs Munson everywhere on my notebooks” and they both goes quiet and she’s like ���he’s being me” as she turn red and the Eddie chuckle and put one of his rings on her finger and says “Mrs Munson, I quite like the sound of that” , sorry if it’s long 😖 and thank you

— crush pop.

masterlist. / nav.

❰ warnings. fem!reader

❰ word count. 797

❰ note. writing eddie is my only accepted form of therapy now

Students bled through the cafeteria doors, branching off like veins to their tables, and filling the room with enthusiastic commotion. They organized themselves; basketball and cheer teams, a puddle of green and orange jackets, various clubs popping in their own colors—but of them all you always looked for one table.

You and Max strayed from the river of people to your usual spot, seated across from one another. Being early most days, you looked over your shoulder to watch the Hellfire Club gather like snowflakes at their table.

You only ever noticed one member above the others. And he wasn’t hard to miss. He made himself as known and visible as a burning, red flare shot above everyone. Even if he was too bright and shocking for the eyes, he was always unashamedly himself—loud in his soapbox speeches, and mocking anyone who challenged him. The written rules didn’t serve him, and you admired his gutsy, nonconformist displays.

Other than being entranced by his performances, you found yourself staring at the details of him. The details you came to adore; the way his jeans pooled over his Reeboks, the shoes’ padded tongues pulled stiff, the expression of music on his denim vest—which looked handmade, the way his cheeks dimpled when he smiled, and how brown eyes suddenly became your favorite because of him.

“You’re looking for him again, aren’t you?”

You faced Max, and your chest cooled with embarrassment. Refusing to meet her eyes, you opened your can of Crush soda. It hissed, and you touched the rim to your lips. The soft drink crackled like cereal in milk, and its angry, sugary foam tickled your lips. “No,” you said. “For who?”

Max rolled her eyes. “It’s so obvious. Just admit that you like Eddie.”

“Wh—”

“You like Eddie?” Dustin’s astonished voice made you bite down on the rim of your can.

“I came over here to get you guys to join Hellfire again, but this—” Dustin pointed a stern finger at you, eyebrows lifted, and settled down beside you. “This I need to hear.”

“No.” Your eyes widened. “No.”

“Is that why you won’t join Hellfire?” Dustin squinted.

“No.”

“She’s too shy.” Max smiled, resting her folded arms on the table.

Dustin laughed. “Oh, come on!” He twisted his body to fully face you. “Just say it! I wanna hear you say it. If I were Eddie right now, what would you say?”

You closed your eyes, using your free hand to shield your face from Dustin and Max. Your teeth were sure to leave indents in the rim of your soda can.

“Say it, say it, say it, say it,” Dustin chanted, bumping his hand on the table. “If you just confess I’ll stop—say it, say it, say it—”

Heart set to a woodpecker’s pace, your jaw ached and you finally set the can down. “What do you want me to tell him? Hi, I have a massive crush on you, so I started to write Mrs. Munson everywhere in my notebooks?!”

Max and Dustin went mute, wide-eyed and staring behind you.

Heat bloomed in your chest, reaching to touch your cheeks like a pair of warm hands. Stiff, you realized why they were quiet and staring. “He’s behind me.”

Eddie chuckled, and the sound of him shook up your spine like a guitar-string plucked through the chorus.

He plopped down next to you, his side kissing yours—shocking your stiff body cold. Cigarettes and leather invaded your nasal cavity, and you never thought you’d like the smell of either so much.

Eddie removed one of his rings. “Mrs. Munson,” he said thoughtfully, voice lowered an octave. He looked more proud than a dog stealing a Christmas goose. He took your hand, and the carved skull—warmed by him and a size too big—easily slipped onto your ring finger. “I quite like the sound of that.”

An impish smile teased his mouth as he squeezed your hand. He touched the joints of your fingers to his soft, heated lips.

You were too stunned to speak, but not enough to avoid those brown eyes of his you adored so much.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you managed weakly.

He lowered his chin, playfully gazing at you beneath his lashes as he rubbed a thumb along the backs of your fingers. He pressed his lips to them. “Wanna hang out sometime?”

Your heart hiccuped, and your shoulders scrunched up in glee. You couldn’t hide your grin. “Yeah.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up, holding the warmest sunlight for you, and promising the brightest days ahead.

A grinning Dustin wondered aloud to you, “So does this mean you’ll join Hellfire now?”

“Will you, my little sheep?” Eddie tilted his head.

You mimicked him. “Will you teach me?”

“Anything and everything for you, little sheep.”

tags. @lilywoood

[sukunasbabymama]

Taking his s/o to the brothel for the first time.

⌗ Pairing: Ken Ryuguji “Draken”.

⌗ Word count: 0.8K

⌗ Warnings: fem!reader. Read it after knowing about Draken’s story, other than that I don’t think there’s nothing but lmk in case it is.

⌗ A/N: I don’t know if this is cute, I was just thinking about this situation, jeje.

You were aware about him not having his parents with him, or not even knowing them. But you didn’t know anything about where he lives. That’s exactly why he’s so nervous and scared of taking you there.

Are you gonna accept him? Hell yeah, he knows that. But, what if you feel uncomfortable with actually being there? There’s nasty men walking around and ladies walking half naked -or naked-, would you get uncomfortable by his unusual roommates?

But he needs to do it, because you trusted him so much that you already presented him to your parents. If you were that serious then he was too.

That’s how now he’s parking in front of the brothel, nervous as hell. You weren’t saying anything and that was eating him alive. Not even a “why are we in this part of town?”, nothing.

“Y/N…” He says and you look at him and give him a small smile.

“Ken, it’s okay, yeah?” He nods. You don’t even know that he’s taking you to his home, but you trust him so much that you don't ask.

When you’re inside he makes you walk on the side of the wall while he’s the one bumping with any man that is walking out. On the principal counter he stops.

“I’m home!” He says, you are grabbing two of his fingers instead of his whole hand.

“Mhm?” A man says sitting behind the counter.

“Y/N, this is the man who raised me,” Draken says, pointing at the man with a big smile. “Mr. Masamichi.”

You smile and bow.

“Nice to meet you, sir, I’m Y/N,” He nods with a soft expression.

“I see my boy has already decided to take it further, good for him.” You smile and Draken starts dragging you softly, embarrassed.

“Keeennyy! You home? Would you give me a massage?” A girl asks and Draken froze and looked at you nervously.

“Oh, is it for muscle aches?” You suddenly ask the girl and she nods.

“I have a difficult client in several hours and I would like to be relaxed to the max— Oh! Are you Kenny’s girlfriend? I’m so sorry!” You shake your head with a smile, dragging your boyfriend to where she was.

��It’s okay! Allow me to recommend you this cream I use for when I come back from the gym,” You say already looking into your backpack that Draken has on his shoulder. “Here! Let’s go, Ken.”

He lets you drag him inside the room and watch you even when he starts putting the cream on his hands.

“Baby, are you okay for real?” He asks.

“From what I can see this is your family, no?” He nodded deadpan. “Why would I not be okay then? You treat me the way you do because you were raised right.”

“Damn, she’s a good one,” The girl says happily. “Go spend time with her Kenny, I’ll tell Masamichi to do it.”

Draken nods, cleans his hands with a towel and drags you to his room. He doesn't know what to do.

“You can sit, it’s not the biggest but—” You pull him while you’re sitting, making him fall beside you.

“Ken, stop.”

You take your shoes off and get comfy on his bed, under his blankets. He takes your backpack off his shoulders and gets under the blankets too. You lean on his shoulder.

“I’m comfortable Ken, stop worrying about that,” You murmur and he nods even though you’re not looking at him, you’re playing with his fingers. “They feed you well, allow you to go to school and have taught you proper manners, the place or their job is nothing.” He puts his arm around and moves you till both of you are laying down, your head on his chest. “Why were you so nervous?”

“I know you wouldn’t judge me, and I’m not ashamed of where I come or where I live, but, I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with the situation at all. There’s all kind of men coming and going, the girls are half naked and, as you can see, they are really close to me and while I don’t mind them touching me or giving them massages I didn’t know—”

“The only thing I want from all of that is massages too,” You interrupt him and he chuckles. You smile. “As I said, they raised you, and you’re one hell of a good guy today. There’s not a single thing about this that could make me uncomfortable. And for the men…”

You frown and giggle, he looks at you with curiosity.

“For the men?” He asks.

“It’s good that my boyfriend can fight, no?” He laughs.

“Yes, I can.” He whispers, closing his eyes relaxed. “Yes I can.”

Couple minutes later the sounds started, he groaned, because he thought all the clients would be coming later and by that time he would be on the way to take you home. He looks at you with a frown but you are smiling.

“Want to bet which moans are fake and which ones are real?” You whisper and he let out a loud laugh.

You’re good, you’re the best, he thinks.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @melaninnntae @milliumizoomi @izvana @haitanigigi @keimisan @welkinmoongrab @yunho-leeknow

[eddiesbabe95]

Unsaid Eddie (Part 4)

The three boys rushed through the remainders of the past they never wish to visit again. Steve hadn't realized it, but Eddie had a tight grip to both him and Dustin's hands, never once letting go of either one.

Eddie knew why he kept his hands on both of them. And it wasn't for them. It was for himself. He had to keep telling himself in his mind this is real, they are real and they are here with you, Eddie. He hated that he even doubted it, but being alone in for so long in this type of place had really done a number on him, but he would keep that to himself for as long as he could. Forever, if that was possible.

Once they reached the gate, Steve looked up to see it was barely open enough for them to fit through. "Shit guys, we have to hurry." He nodded towards Dustin. "You, you're going up first," Steve grabbed Dustin's hand and pulled him towards the rope dangling. Dustin wanted to argue but he knew they didn't have the time.

He grabbed and started his climb and once he was through to the other side, Steve looked at Eddie. "You're next," Steve said to him. Eddie just looked at him. "Nah, you should go next, I'll go last," Eddie said, smiling weakly at him.

"Nope, you've been here long enough, up you go," Steve pulled on Eddie this time and Eddie didn't fight him, despite wanting to. He knew if he wanted to get both of them out of there, he would just have to go. Steve's stubbornness would get the both of them trapped in there and Eddie was not staying a moment longer.

Once Eddie was safely on the other side, Steve grabbed the rope and began to climb. Once he was half way up, the hole began to finish closing. "Steve!" Dustin screamed and El ran to the hole. "STAND BACK!" she told the entire group. Eddie didn't listen, his eyes never breaking Steve's.

"Come on, El. We can't leave him there. You don't know what it's like," Eddie begged her. Steve looked up at Eddie, hearing everything he was telling her. He realized Eddie was a lot more than just wounded from being in the Upside Down for so long.

The kids grabbed the rope and all of the sudden in one swift movement, Steve was yanked out of the hole and onto his back. He landed onto a pile of teens and wrapped into their arms.

"Oh my god, thank god you're okay," Lucas said. "I couldn't lose you. I've already lost one brother. I can't lose you too," said Max, sobbing into Steve's shoulder. He turned and grabbed the redhead's arm and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm here, I'm okay." He assured her. He felt horrible for making them think as though he wouldn't be. If only these kids knew he needed them as much as they needed him.

"Steve? You good, man?" Eddie came up and asked, Steve could see the panic in his dark eyes. It broke his heart even more. "Yeah, yeah I'm good. Thanks, Munson." He reached his hand out for "support" to get up but in all actuality, he just wanted to touch Eddie again.

Eddie didn't mind. He was thanking his lucky stars to touch Steve again. He grabbed his hand and probably a little too abruptly, pulled him to his feet, causing Steve to bump his chest into Eddie's.

"By the way, cool vest," Eddie smirks down at his own vest that Steve is wearing. Steve feels his cheeks heat up.

"Uh, thanks. Someone that means quite a lot to me gave it to me before this big battle, and I uh. Well, I haven't been able to take it off since the day I thought I lost him. Felt like he was still here with me when I kept it on, so I did." Steve looks down.

Eddie knows. Eddie sees it. Eddie feels his heart race in his chest. "Holy shit." he says in a voice just above a whisper.

Eddie knows it. He knows that Steve Harrington is in love with him. The kids start heading towards the RV, so Eddie takes his chance.

"Hey Steve?" He clears his throat, his nerves already bunching up inside. "Yeah man, what's up?" Steve says, slowly walking towards the RV, next to his side.

Eddie swallowed hard. He didn't want to just throw out Hey, I like you. Like a lot a lot. And I think you might like me too? Let's be more than friends. He was worried he would scare away the one person who understood him more than anyone else in the world. But he also knew that he couldn't beat around the bush anymore.

Eddie takes a deep breath. "Steve, look. Remember back to the night of the battle? When we parted ways for the final time?" Eddie hated bringing it up. He knew that Steve probably tried forgetting about that night. Especially if he was right about his feelings towards Eddie.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah I do. Why?" Steve feels his throat swelling. If there was ever a time to tell Eddie how he felt about him, it is right now. He is literally giving him the perfect opportunity to tell him, and fuck everything and everyone if he is going to be a coward.

"You know how I stopped you and told you to make him pay?" Eddie says, his heart is thudding so loudly in his ears, he almost believes Steve can hear it.

Steve, on the other hand is thinking back to that exact moment. "Hey Steve?"

Eddie hollers for Steve.

Steve turns around. This is it. Steve thinks to himself. Eddie is going to tell me he has feelings for me and then I can just slide into it with "Me too, Eddie. Me too" and everything is going to be okay.

Everything was not okay. Eddie did want to tell Steve he had feelings for him. That's exactly what he planned to do. But just like Steve, Eddie felt like a coward in that moment and backed out.

"Well, that wasn't what I initially wanted to tell you, Steve." Eddie sighed. Steve stopped walking. He turned to look at Eddie this time.

"Tell me." Steve said, his words smooth.

Eddie stopped walking too. He looked into Steve's eyes. "What?"

"Tell me like it's that night again. Like you didn't say what you already did. Tell me what you wanted to tell me." Steve stepped a step closer to him.

Eddie swallowed. "Uhm, okay.." He fiddled with the rings on his hands. Eddie wasn't the one to get nervous. But something about Steve Harrington brought out every side of him he wasn't used to showing.

"Steve, before you go and fight Vecna the dark Lord. There's something I gotta tell you man." Eddie looked up at Steve.

Steve grasped at the sides of the vest. He much rather be holding onto Eddie, but he didn't want to push him. He wasn't sure Eddie was about to admit he had feelings for him, even though all of the signs pointed towards it, but he knew he had to at least hear what Eddie really wanted to tell him that night.

And then Steve could finally tell Eddie what he's been wanting to say to him since that night too. Whether Eddie felt the same or not.

"Sure, what's up?" Steve tried his best to remain cool and composed, even though his voice was failing him.

Eddie gave him a small smile and Steve swore he melted into a puddle.

"Jesus, Harrington. You know, you have made this super fucking hard to say, but yet, you've made it the easiest thing to do in my entire life." Eddie lets out a laugh and Steve feels like the sun had been ripped from the sky and been placed inside a human. This human. Eddie.

Eddie was his sunshine. And for the first time in a long time, Steve smiled. A real smile.

"Made what easy?" Steve laughed with him, not being able to hold back anymore.

Eddie laughed a second longer and then stopped. He looked directly into Steve's eyes like he was looking into his soul. Eddie felt as though he could see his whole life appear before him and it was the push he needed to spit the words out.

"To fall in love with you." Eddie's eyes searched Steve's. Steve felt his heart race and thud and he couldn't believe what he just heard come from the very man he too, had fallen in love with.

"You... you love me?" Steve said, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as his feet led him closer to the metal head he had been hopelessly falling for since the day he had him pinned up against that boat house wall by a broken beer bottle.

"I fucking love you Steve Harrington," Eddie says, stepping closer to him. "Do you feel the same?"

Part 5 here

[siriusmydeer]

prompt list

— please only choose a max of 2 prompts per-list !!!

— types of kisses

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

— psychical touch prompts

pats on the head

smiling into a kiss

giggly cuddles

squishing their cheeks

brushing hands by accident

wiping away someone’s tears

lifting someone up out of excitement

hugs from behind

play wrestling

kissing knuckles

tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt

wiping away food from someone’s lips

peppering their face in kisses

chest bump

accidentally knocking your head into someone’s chin

kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches

a hug that some might consider as too long

confusing a handshake for a fist bump

doing the thumb thing while holding hands

caressing someone’s cheek

tickling

linking arms

shaking hands

pinky swearing

playing footsie

playing with the other’s hair

sitting on the other’s lap

putting an arm around the other’s shoulders/back

resting their head on the other’s shoulder/chest

tapping the other to get their attention

— dialogue prompts

“(She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

“I’m not leaving. Ever.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

“I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to…”

“It looks good on you.”

“You’re the reason I’m still here.”

“Would you like to stay?”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Maybe I’m just lucky.”

“It’s us against the world.”

“Are you hurt? What happened?”

“You fainted, are you alright?”

“What do you remember?”

“I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.”

“I promise.”

“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”

“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

“I could never get tired of you.”

“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

“For (her/him/them), (I’ll do) anything.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) worth the wait.”

“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

“Is somebody jealous?”

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

“It’s always a losing game with you.”

“If it means anything, I love you.”

“You’re in-love with somebody else.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“I’ve moved on.”

“You were the one who walked out, not me.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You’re choosing (her/him/them) over me?”

“What happened to forever?”

“Did you love me (me/her/him/them)?”

“I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Everything.”

“You have to let me go.”

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.

“I thought you said wouldn’t fall in love.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be ‘just friends’ too.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Just take my hand.”

“Take me back.”

“I need (her/him/them).”

“Another nightmare?”

“Only you.”

“What happened to your face?”

“Who did this to you?

[magniloquent-raven]

soulmate au part 3!!!!

(read part 1 and part 2 here)

it takes three weeks for anything to happen.

they see each other at school, exchange glances in class, brush past each other in the hallways, fingers grazing as their shoulders bump, incidental touches that wouldn’t draw attention but still leave billy tingling and giddy and embarrassed at himself but…

he’s still getting used to having a soulmate. a real, tangible person he can reach out and touch.

and maybe he’d get used to it faster if he could touch him more, but life keeps conspiring against them. they can’t seem to get a second alone. when it isn’t steve’s kids are crawling all over him 24/7 it’s neil breathing down billy’s neck because he ran out on one fucking class.

well, and then had to lie to neil about why, which was probably what put neil on high alert, but still.

three goddamn weeks.

and neither of them have been patient about it. steve keeps writing billy notes. in the middle of class scrawling things like you have nice eyes and i wanna spend time with you and billy can fucking feel how smug steve gets about making him blush. it’s all he can do not to make a scene in front of half their peers. sometimes he’s not sure if he’d punch steve for being an asshole or kiss him for being sweet.

or both. he can do both.

but mostly he wants time, and somewhere to just...be. with steve.

and he gets that, three weeks after their conversation in the parking lot. steve’s parents will be out of town, and his kids have some stupid game night planned. max keeps asking to go but pretending she isn’t, badly feigning disinterest, and best of all, neil and susan are planning a weekend trip to visit susan’s bedridden aunt a few hours away.

billy is determined to take full advantage of those thirty-six hours. neither of them will acknowledge it directly, but he knows max will tell neil he was home all weekend if she has to. he has no reason to be nervous about being caught, or anything else. it’ll be fine.

it’ll be fine.

he tells himself that over and over but it doesn’t stop him from checking every corner of the house in case neil’s hiding behind a door somewhere before he can even think about getting ready to leave.

he checks again after he’s showered and dressed.

thankfully max is already gone, so she’s not there to see him pacing around like a neurotic rat in a maze.

it almost worse that he isn’t just anxious, he’s excited. and it’s making him twitchy.

there’s no plan. they aren’t going on a date or anything. he’s just...going to steve’s house. steve’s empty house. he’s going to be alone with his soulmate. the list of reasons why that scares him is endless.

and he’s not sure if he’s more terrified of the possibility that steve won’t ask about the makeup thing or the possibility that he will.

knocking on the harringtons’ front door is. an experience. it shouldn’t be. it’s just a fucking door. but billy’s palms are sweating and suddenly he has no idea what he’s even going to say, and he keeps glancing over his shoulder even though he doesn’t really know what he’s looking for, and it feels like he’s been standing on the porch for a fucking eternity but—

his worries don’t exactly melt away when steve opens the door but there is a warm flutter in his chest that’s...new. and distracting.

and steve smiles at him all sunshine and chocolate, and the second the door closes behind them he grabs billy’s hand, wide-eyed, questioning, watching billy’s reaction.

his palm is just as sweaty as billy’s and it’s gross, but also kind of comforting.

“hello to you too,” billy snickers, and steve visibly relaxes, lacing their fingers together properly.

“hi,” he breathes quietly, his gaze soft, but intense, focused. “waiting sucked, okay. i’ve been wanting to do that forever.” he shakes their joined hands for emphasis.

“...that all you were waiting to do?”

steve’s grin turns sly, and his gaze drops a little. “no.”

billy wants to kiss him. he wants to be kissed. he wants steve’s mouth on him, somewhere, anywhere, right now. it’s a nice mouth. he’s spent a lot of time looking at it, and thinking about it, about the way the steam from the showers turned his lips so, so red, wet and slick and both too close and too far away, wondering what he’d taste like—

but steve turns away, taking all the air in billy’s lungs with him. it’s so jarring a shift that billy actually sways a little before he gets ahold of himself and lets steve tug him by hand and lead him upstairs.

the wallpaper in steve’s room has to be some kind of hate crime, but billy doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because there’s a beige bag sitting conspicuously on top of steve’s neatly made bed. the clear plastic top is zipped shut, dusty with age and spilled powders, but billy can still make out tubes of lipstick and eyeliner pencils through the haze.

he stops in the doorway and stares at it, thoughts at a stand-still.

steve’s still clutching his hand, tighter now, and no longer pulling him along. “i—uh. the bag was my mom’s, i think. found it crumpled up under the sink, so, like. she probably doesn’t even remember it exists. and the stuff in it is...new.”

“...new,” billy echoes faintly.

“yeah. yeah, i—i bought it. had no idea what i was looking for though, so i hope i did alright.”

billy blinks at him.

“was—was that okay? i know maybe isn’t exactly a yes, but i kinda hoped it could be, y’know? it’s—it’s totally cool if it isn’t. if you’re—if you’re not up for it. or…” he trails off awkwardly and grimaces.

billy takes a breath. “i’m up for it,” he assures steve with more confidence than he feels.

and steve absolutely beams at him. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

turns out steve not knowing what he was looking for meant he bought...everything.

as billy pokes through the mess he tries not to feel too apprehensive. or at least tries not to let it show. too much. he chews his thumbnail, picking up an eyeliner pencil with the other hand. it’s good shit, all the products are, with fancy names for colours and designer labels. it’s all leagues better than the drugstore clearance shelf crap he lifted as a kid. which doesn’t make this any less nerve-wracking.

“it’s been a while since i did this, so. don’t expect it to be, fucking, art or anything.”

steve shuffles closer from his spot at the foot of the bed and touches billy’s knee. “the eyeliner earlier this year…?” he gestures vaguely at his own face, eyebrows raised.

“friend of mine did that,” billy mutters.

and then his whole goddamn life came crashing down around him because of it.

his anxiety spikes, and he drops the pencil back into the pile, shoving the bag away. “i can’t fucking do this,” he snaps, and he’s halfway standing already when steve reaches for him, alarmed.

“billy, wait—” the hand on his elbow is soft, gentle, but he still flinches away. steve withdraws, fingers curled, lips parted, shock and hurt at war on his face. “i’m sorry. i—shit, i’m sorry—”

“don’t.” billy shakes his head, pulling away further. his lungs hurt. there isn’t enough air in this room. “just—forget it. this was a mistake.”

he’s through the door and heading down the stairs before he can think about it, before steve can respond. he wouldn’t have heard him anyways, not over the echoes of his father’s voice that follow him no matter how fast he flees.

but he stops just short of leaving. stands on the ugly little mat by the front door and stares down at it, his forehead inches away from resting against the wooden doorjamb.

he doesn’t want to leave.

he doesn’t want to go anywhere but back upstairs.

and...he kind of hates it. he has no reason to want that. he barely fucking knows steve, and he certainly doesn’t owe him anything. not a look at his authentic self or even a fucking apology. nothing.

so why does he want to give him all of that and more.

why.

it’s fucking terrifying and ridiculous and confusing and…

“billy?” steve calls out tentatively, far enough away that billy doesn’t startle. he’s making his way down the stairs.

if he’s gonna run, it’s now or never.

now…

or…

he turns around, and leans back, his shoulder thudding heavily as he hits the wall. his eyes itch, and rubbing them doesn’t help.

“billy…” steve’s right in front of him now, hovering just shy of being close, worry etched into every line of his face. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have pushed, i’m sorry—”

“not your fault,” billy mumbles, muffled against his palm. “stop apologizing, harrington.”

steve sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “i...uh.”

“you were gonna do it again weren’t you.”

“...no.”

billy snorts quietly, head falling against the cold wallpaper at his back. “fuck,” he exhales, hand dropping to his shoulder. “look, this is...threatening to be the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, and good things don’t just—it never lasts. it always blows up in my face, and you should know that before you get caught up in it too.”

there’s an awful, drawn-out pause while steve purses his lips and tilts his head and looks billy up and down, his gaze gentle despite the scrutiny.

“i want to touch you,” steve says quietly. he waits for billy’s hesitant nod before he wraps his arms around and tucks his face into the crook of billy’s neck. “i’ve been waiting for you my whole life, hargrove, you’re not scaring me off that easily.”

and...billy always wanted to believe in the romantic notions people wrote about in songs. soulmates being destined for each other. epic, unconditional love. he never had any reason to believe it was real, but he clung to it anyway. despite the part of him that was wary, afraid of putting too much stock in something that might break his heart later on.

so for steve to just outright say it like that…so matter of fact. the reality of the situation smacks him in the face a little.

he puts his hands on steve’s waist, slipping under his shirt to rest against soft bare skin. touching him feels...right. when he lets himself feel, lets himself be here, in the moment. the sweet scent of steve’s hair, the warmth of his breath, the soothing pressure of his fingertips smoothing the wrinkled fabric of billy’s shirt. it all adds up to a feelings that billy can only describe as home.

not home like the place, but home like the warmth of sunlight and sand between his toes, ocean spray on his lips. a feeling he’s always had to chase to capture, but somehow it’s...here. quiet and still, and nothing like he’s used to, but it’s here.

and his touch seems to put steve at ease as well, he practically melts into billy’s embrace, which does strange and addictive things to billy’s heart.

but he can’t just shut his fucking mouth and enjoy the moment.

“bet i could, though. scare you off. i might, some day.”

“billy,” steve sighs, and pulls back enough to look him in the eye. “trust me when i say, you’ll never even make the top ten scariest things i’ve seen.”

and he wants to scoff, or feel insulted, or push the issue, start a fight, but. there’s a hollow look in steve’s eye. it’s not the face of some sheltered rich boy who thinks he’s a big man, no, there’s truth there. billy believes him.

stopping the tide of questions is almost physically painful, but he knows there’s no going down that road today. he’s hiding enough of his own skeletons to be sure they aren’t ready for that yet.

he might just be ready for something else though.

“i wanna try again.”

steve blinks at him, confused for a beat, two, and. “oh!” his lips part around the exclamation, distracting billy for a moment. “the—the makeup? you don’t— you don’t have to.”

“i want to.” he hesitates, and then presses a brief kiss to the tip of steve’s nose, startling a smile out of him. billy grins back. “i want to.”

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

The guys reacting to the first time thing get heated (😏) with their s/o

Leo

Ok so Leo is such a gentleman like it’s almost too much

like you have to put his hands on your waist/thighs/boobs ect because otherwise he won’t

not that he’s not excited, he’s over the freakin’ moon but he wants to make sure he isn’t pressuring you

eventually when it becomes clear that you definitely want this, he gets a little bold

“do you want to move this to my room?”

umm, of course you do!

he’s so very gentle at first

he knows that it’s just as much about your pleasure as it is about his

he undresses you like you’re something precious because, to him, you are

trails kisses everywhere and I mean every inch of skin that’s exposed

he does like to be in control most of the time but doesn’t want to force these power dynamics on you before you’ve had a chance to talk about them

so when you’re making out he goes a little more aggressive than he usually is but never too much, he wouldn’t do that

kissing up your neck, pulling your jaw to the side and kissing behind your ear and then telling you to look at him while he runs his thumb over your lips

compliments, compliments, compliments

telling you how you’re the most stunning thing he’s ever seen, he’s so lucky to be in this moment with you and how he’s gonna make this last

you can practically see the restraint in his entire being as he tries to hold back everything he wants to do to you because he knows he has to pace himself

but honestly, the second his clothes come off you’d let him do just about anything to you

of course he goes with traditional missionary for your first time together

not that he’s boring, but missionary is underrated and it means you can see each other and kiss while it goes down

oh he’s so intense though

direct eye contact and if you look away it’s “no, eyes back to me, baby. That’s right”

the kissing almost never stops unless he wants to hear you moan but you normally moan against his chest/shoulder to cover up the noise

not that he minds, in a way that’s hotter for him

stroking your hair and cupping your chin in his hand as he rocks further into you, telling you what an angel you are

it’s a perfect night

Raph

oh the gentle giant 

when things first start heating up and you encourage his hands to wander around your body more, he’s very quick to make sure you’re certain you want to do this

lots of “you can change yer mind anytime” and “yer sure yer wanna do this?”

he needs a little encouragement to warm up

but once he does he is in the zone baby!

undresses you like you are made of glass, like you’re the most fragile thing that’s every existed

and a long, loonnggg makeout session while you’re both in your birthday suits

this guy can really kiss 

hands will begin to wander, mainly to your ass/thighs as that is his fave part of you

but plenty of attention on your nipples too, trying to gauge how gentle/rough you like things 

unlike Leo being gentle with you comes so naturally to him

he’s used to toning down how strong he is when you’re in his arms just so he doesn’t crush you

there’s a shy little “so what do ya’ like?” as he rubs the back of his neck 

you giggle and tell him what gets you going and you being so upfront and honest makes him less shy

oh he knows how to body worship, he’s been dreaming of treating you like royalty since you first met and this is his chance

rubbing, nipping, licking and gently biting at your exposed flesh 

hand cupping the back of your neck in a possessive yet protective way also

big fan of hand stuff, just to really get you in the mood

but he also pulls away a lot just to make sure you’re still enjoying yourself and don’t want him to leave

he gets insecure like that at times

but when the act is actually happening, he’s in the moment entirely. Anxiety? who is she?

he wants you to ride him, he figures that’s best for you

lets you decide how deep you want to take him in and lets you set your own pace

also gives him a chance to rub, slap and cup your ass as much as he wants

he gets you to stop half way through just so he can take your face in his hands, look into your eyes and tell you “You’re perfect” before rolling you over and getting on top

Mikey

overexcited to the max

a “wait! this is really happening?”

then he’s practically squealing before giving himself a little pep talk of “be cool, man. don’t blow this for us”

oh he is so clumsy with it 

leading you to his room while trying to still makeout with you at the same time

you both bumping into every wall and table on the way there 

he picks you up bridal style to “carry you over the threshold” as he puts it

everything is just a light hearted, fun time with Mikey

however he takes your enjoyment and, beyond that, your consent very seriously.

((not that the others don’t, just Mikey is super in tune with this stuff))

he’s very intuitive so if you pull away or your body language doesn’t feel right, he asks about it and stops what he’s doing

last thing on earth he would want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe

the second he’s given the all clear, though, it’s back to business!

oh the dry humping and groping is to die for

he can’t have his hands in enough places at once 

very touchy feely to the extent it makes you laugh because he just wants you so badly and it’s so clear

after some more heavy petting and the clothes come off he gets between your legs so close that you can feel his breath on your most sensitive area and asks “do you want me to fuck you?”

not that you need to be asked twice, but it makes you falter because of just how hot that is

of course you say yes and then you’re in for the time of your life

he is the king of oral after all

his tongue just knows all the right spots and it’s slopping and intense and just oh so good

whispering sweet nothings against your sex because he’s just having such a good time down there

making sure to tell you how amazing you taste

but that’s just the warm up

the main act, he will of course ask again if this is what you want and then it’s show time babeyy

he wants you on your side with him behind you, arms around you and he lets you put him inside you, just to make sure you’re really ready 

playing with your nipples the entire time he’s fucking you because that’s just what Mikey loves to do

whispering in your ear non stop as well

about how tight you feel, how much he adores you....ect

biting your ear lobe and leaving hickies on your neck

Donnie

oh he’s the most nervous of any of them

not because he doesn’t know what he’s doing, believe me he does, he’s read enough books on it and maybe seen enough videos on the matter if you catch my drift

he could make you cum blindfolded with one hand tied behind his back (in fact, he’d probably like that)

but he wants everything to be perfect, he’s a romantic after all and this is a blessing and a curse

things are getting steamy and he knows it because you’re reaching up under his hoodie and caressing his thighs so he knows that tonight is the night

he’s half prepared which is less that he likes to be

he’ll excuse himself for a second and then come back 5 minutes later and lead you to his room

candles everywhere, slow jazz music playing and his bed is actually made for once

“...I wanted it to be special” he says sheepishly, so of course you throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply

mainly keeps his hands to safe areas until you tell him it’s ok to touch you and then he takes full liberties with it

king of hand stuff I cannot stress this enough

he has strong, perfect hands that know how to hit all the right spots and do not get tired

he can let you go 3 rounds with just his hand while both of you are still mostly clothed 

lots of brushing your hair out of your face and smiling little a dork at you

even lying back at one point and snorting because “oh my god I thought this would never happen!”

he makes it clear that he’s just thrilled to be there with you which makes you feel special 

eventually the clothes come off and he’s surprisingly good at taking the lead 

marking you up a little, even going as far as to leave a trail of love bites in the shape of a heart on your stomach 

he’s such an attentive kisser as well, just matching the pace you set and never too much or too little tongue, always letting you guide how you want it

he wants to to ride him, of course

he wants to just watch you, see your hair get messy as you run your hands through it in pleasure, see how you close your eyes and throw your head back, how you purse your lips together or bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan

hands on your midriff the entire time, helping you set a pace that’s good for both of you

he never takes his eyes off of you, just stares up adoringly the entire time

[haileygarciasunshine]

Totally Buggin’

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Written: May 25th, 2021

Posted: May 27th, 2021

Warning: Swearing, just fluff.

Word Count: 1,802

Summary: The reader and her friends enjoy the Hawkins Fair!

Summer Time Masterlist

“Y/N!”

Grinning you were quickly greeted by the party members. Giggling you welcomed them with open arms.

Once they had greeted you, they began making their way back to their previous places.

“Hey.” Steve’s gentle voice captured your attention.

“Hey.” You grinned standing awkwardly in front of one another.

“I-“

“We-“

Giggling you shook your head playfully. “We should get back to the party.”

“You’re right.” He nodded in agreement.

Leading the way, you couldn’t stop the somersaults in your stomach.

Making your way to the unoccupied loveseat, you plopped down. Steve sitting beside you. Your thighs slightly touching as heat rose in your cheeks.

Clearing your throat you turned your attention anywhere but the man sitting beside you.

“What do you guys what to do today?”

“Well.” Max spoke. “There’s going to be a Fourth of July fair…”

Once Max brought it up, the party began bickering among themselves about whether or not they wanted to go or not.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back against the couch. Your shoulder brushing against Steve’s in the process.

Turning to face him, he was already gazing at you. Catching him in the act, he cleared his throat attempting to look anywhere else but at you.

Heat danced along your cheeks as you smirked to yourself.

“Fine!” Mike’s voice bellowed. “We’ll go. Only if,” He turned to face you and Steve.

“Only if, Y/N and Steve come with.” His face held a devilish expression, alerting you that he was up to something.

“Mike…” Your voice trailed off.

Turning to face you, Steve gazed at your features. Somersaults erupted in your stomach, as a Twitter patted feeling came up in your chest.

“Fine, we’ll go.” Steve spoke, not taking his eyes off of you.

Whipping your head in his direction, your eyebrow furrowed together in confusion. “Steve-“

“Alright, dick heads.” Steve spoke standing up suddenly. “It’s about time I drop you off.”

The sound of everyone packing up and getting ready bounced off the walls.

“Do you want a ride home?” He questioned his features softening, as he gazed down at you.

“Yes please.” You nodded, offering him a closed lipped smile.

Holding his hand out for you to take, he helped you up to your feet. The close proximity caused the same feelings to return.

Taking a deep breath, you removed your hand and moved to help the party get ready.

The car ride was filled with laughter and loud bickering. Once Dustin was dropped off, you were the only one left. It had become later in the night.

Pulling up to the street you lived on, he pulled to the side of the road. Putting the car in park, Steve turned to face you. The street light illuminating his features, his hair shining. Your mind became plagued with thoughts of the softness of his hair.

“Can…Can we talk?” Steve questioned softly.

Nodding, you hummed in response.

“I-“

“Steve…” Your voice trailed off, you let your head fall back against the head rest in Steve’s car.

Steve opened and closed his mouth as if he was a fish out of water. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“We…We can’t.” You mumbled, gazing into his mesmerizing eyes.

“Why not?” He questioned, anchoring his hand behind your head gently tugging you closer to him.

“Because…” Heat rose in your chest as you were in closer proximity. All valid arguments leaving your mind as you gazed at his plump lip.

“Because why?” Steve teased, his nose bumping yours.

Your words dying on your lips as you close your eyes waiting for the inevitable.

Gently nuzzling your nose, his breath danced along your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He mumbled upon your lips.

You nodded gently.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” He whispered.

“Yes.”

The electricity that filled the car finally snapped. His soft lip enveloping yours. Steve’s hand lacing in your hair holding you close to him.

As soon as the kiss happened, it was over. Resting his forehead against yours, your breaths mingled as you panted.

Reaching up, you laced your hand in his hair gently yanking him back into you. The kiss was much more needier and passionate than before.

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you nibbled on it before tugging it and letting it snap back in place. The sound of Steve’s groan filled the car.

Before it could go further, your eyes snapped open as you jolted away.

“Are you okay?” Steve questioned suddenly, his voice filled with worry.

“We…We shouldn’t be doing this.” You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion. You reached up touching your lips as you reached for the phantom kiss.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled. “I have to go.”

Without waiting for a response, you bolted out of Steve’s car, jogging to your house. Leaving a dumbfound man in your wake.

—

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler.” You greeted as you passed her at the Community Pool.

“Hi, Y/N.” She beamed up at you. “Nancy’s with Barb in the pool.”

“Thanks.” You grinned nodding your head.

Placing your belongings at the pool lounger chair, you made your way over to where your friends where.

“Y/N!” Nancy and Bard chirped happily at you. “You made it!”

“Of course!” You giggled, perching yourself on the edge of the pool. Your legs dangled into the water allowing yourself to get adjusted to the chilly temperature.

“There’s been a lot of hot guys here.” Barb spoke, giving you a toothy grin.

“Oh?” You questioned, feeling a ping of guilt from the other night.

“I’m going to go that way.” Barb spoke pointing at the opposite end of the pool. “And try my luck.” She winked at you and Nancy.

Leaving you and Nancy alone, there was an awkward silence.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” You mumbled, feeling dread wash over you.

“Shoot.” She spoke, placing her arms on the edge of the pool allowing her to kick her feet underneath the water.

“Steve and I kissed.”

“Oh.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for her to get angry at you and leave you alone sitting on the edge of the pool.

“Okay.” She shrugged, patting your thigh in a comforting manner. “If you’re happy…Then I’m happy.”

“What?” You questioned as your eyes snapped opened, gaping at the woman beside you.

“Yeah, I mean I’ve moved on.” Nancy shrugged. “He’s really changed a lot since high school. Steve’s actually a nice guy now.”

You hummed in response. The sound of people calling your name caught your attention. Turning your head in their direction, you were met with beaming members of the party.

“Y/N!” El exclaimed swimming her way towards you with Max in tow.

“Well, I’m going to go find Bard.” She spoke grinning at you. “See you at the fair.”

Nodding your head, you turned to the two girls in front of you. They began explaining what they did their last girls night. Your gaze wandering around the pool, before their landed on Steve. Gazing at him like a deer in headlights, he was splashing Dustin and Will.

“So,” Max giggled, resting her elbows on the edge beside you. “When are you two going to make your moves.”

“Well…” Your voice trailed off capturing the attention of both girls. “We did kiss the other night.” You giggled, the twitter patted feeling returning.

“What!” They exclaimed in union.

Biting your lip, you nodded your head.

The sound of their squealing filled the air. With widened eyes, you attempted to hush them. Glancing in the direction Steve was, you caught his stare as he sent you a smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you sent him a closed lip smile.

“How was it?”

“Max!” You hissed.

“What? It’s a serious question!”

—

Walking beside Steve, the sound of scream and carnival music filled your ears. Droves of people were at the fair.

Leaning into Steve, you grasped his hand as your other hand rested on his bicep. Glancing down at you, he intertwined your fingers as he gently tugged you closer to him.

The night was filled following the party making sure not lose any of the kids. As you ventured through the grounds, Steve hadn’t let up on holding you close to him.

“I bet I could beat you at that.” Dustin spoke shrugging nonchalantly, poking at the water gun game.

“Oh yeah?” Steve spoke challenging him. “You’re on.”

Paying the vender with tickets, Dustin chose his spot, while Steve turned to face you.

“I-“

Cutting him off, you placed your hands on his jaw gently tugging him into you. Giving him a chaste kiss, you pulled away grinning. Steve gazed at you with widened eyes.

“For good luck.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. “Come on man!”

“Yeah, give me a sec!” He waved a hand behind him attempting to quiet Dustin.

Giggling, you pulled away from him. “Better not keep him waiting.”

Reluctantly he nodded his head before finding his spot. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you stood behind him.

“On your mark, get set, go!” The vender yelled.

The bell rang signaling the start of the game. In no time, Steve had been announced as the winner.

“I’ll take the Kola.” He spoke.

Once he had the stuffed animal, he turned towards you giving it to you.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you gaped at him. “How…How did you-“

He shrugged shoving his hands into his pockets. “I remembered the first time you told me.” He shrugged gazing down at his feet.

Somersaults erupted in your stomach. Standing on your tippy toes, you placed a hand on his bicep allowing you to steady yourself. You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Steve gazed at you with a softened expression.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled, rushing up to you both. “Let’s go! The fireworks are about to start.”

Giggling, you followed behind the boys. Steve reached behind him silently asking for your hand. Grinning, you reached your hand into his intertwining your fingers.

As your group from a spot to sit, everyone splayed along the grass. Steve found a spot gently tugging you down into him. Your back was against his chest, as your legs rested along his as you cuddled into one another in the grass.

“Hey, mind if we join?” Nancy questioned tugging Jonathon along.

“No, not at all.” You responded, grinning at the couple.

Jonathon and Nancy mirrored your and Steve’s position.

The feeling of Steve chuckling caused a rumble in your back.

Fireworks erupted the sky, illuminating the grassy area that was filled with couples, families, and friends.

Humming in content, you allowed yourself to burrow closer to Steve. Wrapping his arms around your waist he nuzzled his face into your neck, making sure to place a gentle kiss in his wake.

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I don’t know if requests are open but.. if they are, can I request a first kiss with Frankie (maybe with some weed involved)

If they are not: ignore this ask. what ask?

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

Warnings: mention of drugs, kissing

A/N: Who doesn’t want to kiss Frankie??

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“Do you remember our first kiss?” you asked Frankie as he laid his head in your lap and looked up at you.

“Of course I do. How could I forget?”

---

It was a spring night. You two had always met up to just hang out, smoke a little, then just talk. Something had always been there between the two of you, but neither of you ever spoke about it because both of you had been thinking the same thing: they can’t possibly feel the same thing I’m feeling.

But it was there.

It was in the looks you gave each other. It was in the looks he gave you when you weren’t looking. It was in the late night phone calls. It was in the way you made each other smile and laugh. And yet neither of you had ever made a move.

There was a hesitation, a nervousness—the fact that a simple kiss could mean so much. Well, of course it would. You two meant the world to each other so a kiss would mean the same. But your friendship, this thing you had built over so many years, was it worth ruining for the sake of a kiss?

“Maybe it wouldn’t ruin anything,” you whispered and Frankie looked at you.

“What?” he asked and that’s when you noticed you had spoken your thoughts aloud.

“Uh...nothing.” Your nails scratched at the chipping paint on the bed of his pickup.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he insisted and you scoffed awkwardly.

“It’s nothing. Really.” You played with your fingers, rocking back and forth. A light breeze swept across your bare arms and you shivered a bit, but not enough to notice. Well, at least you didn’t think it was noticeable.

“You’re cold,” Frankie said, immediately shrugging his brown jacket off and moving in front of you to put it over your shoulders. “How’s that?”

“W-Warm,” you said. You made the mistake of looking into his eyes—those deep, brown eyes that looked black in the fading light of the day. “Warm,” you repeated.

“Yeah, you said that.” He grinned and you looked at his lips. Why the hell did you do that? You let out a trembling sigh. You tried to look away. And he was still standing in front of you. And his hands were still on your arms. You could feel the warmth of them even through the jacket.

“Frankie I-”

“I-”

You both tried speaking at the same time. “Uh, you first,” Frankie offered.

“No, you.” You pulled his jacket tighter around you and took in his scent—that woodsy scent you loved so much.

“Okay, well...I’d like to kiss you,” he said. He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I have wanted to for a really long fucking time,” he confessed.

“But?” you asked with a hint of worry in your voice.

“I’m afraid if I do I’ll never stop,” he breathed. The breeze picked up again, blowing his dark curls in the cutest way. You wanted to touch them...so you did. He closed his eyes to your touch then turned his head to kiss your palm. He opened his eyes, afraid of what kind of look you might be giving him, but he saw nothing but a smile—the prettiest smile in the goddamn world.

“You don’t have to stop,” you finally said and moved closer to him.

He still hesitated but eventually he cupped your face with one hand and dragged his thumb along your bottom lip gently. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” You nodded and he moved in, his nose bumping yours as your lips touched ever so slightly. His hand shook against your cheek. Your eyes were still opened but his were closed and it made you smile. Then he really kissed you. Like really, really. And your eyes closed as you let him take you away with.

You were flying, soaring. And his lips were so fucking soft. He wasn’t forceful, he didn’t try to stick his tongue in your mouth or anything, he just kissed you. That was all he wanted.

When he pulled away, you followed then giggled sheepishly. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Hm? For what?” He looked at you, at your lips.

“I...don’t even know. Can you just-”

“Kiss you again? Yeah.” You nodded quickly and he kissed you a little harder this time. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you knew he was making sure it was okay with you. When your tongue touched his, he actually moaned and you knew you would never hear such a delightful sound ever again. You both pulled away again, but then you were back together. You moved a little too quickly and his teeth hit your lip.

“Ouch,” you whispered then laughed and he smiled into another kiss.

“There. All better,” he said against your lips.

How much time had passed? Where were you? What the hell was your name again?

He pulled away and just looked at you, touching your bottom lip again. “We should stop...for tonight.”

You nodded, hoping to find your voice. “Okay...”

“I’ll take you home.” He held onto the side of his truck as he walked up to the passenger side to open the door for you. His legs must have felt the same way as yours. It was like you had forgotten how to walk. Before getting in, you turned and kissed him and he chuckled giddily before closing your door and walking to his side.

The ride home was quiet, but not awkwardly so. You purposely put your hand on the center console where he was resting one of his so that every now and then your pinkies would touch and you would both look at each other and laugh quietly. Eventually, he just laced his fingers with yours and kept it that way the whole ride.

“Well,” he said as the car idled in front of your place.

“Well...” You still hadn’t let go of his hand. “I should get inside. Uh...” You exhaled then leaned over and kissed him. It was a little awkward but you didn’t care. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the best first kiss I’ve ever had,” you told him before giving him a quick kiss and getting out of the car. You had walked all the way up to your door before realizing you still had his jacket. He saw you shrugging it off and rolled down his window.

“Keep it!” he shouted. “I’ll come get it tomorrow...if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me. Goodnight.” You walked into the house and closed the door before squealing happily to yourself. You fell asleep in his jacket that night.

---

“Wait...you slept in my jacket?” Frankie asked, amused.

“I sure did.” You ran your fingers through his curls.

“You still like wearing that one every now and then too,” he said, smiling brightly.

“Yup. I love when you wear it even more though.” You winked down at him and he winked back. His hands rested on his chest as he relaxed on you so you reached out and placed your hand next to his. Your pinkies touched as you looked into each other’s eyes. Then, just like on that night, he laced his fingers with yours and kept it that way.

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The Mark

I wrote a soulamte au just becasue i had to, to get it out of my mind. and im posting it without putting too much work into it because i doubt ill work on it more since I always have so much i want to do. enjoy my SoulmateAU Tendou fic. 

Tendou Satori x reader

The Soulmate au is this;  when you first touch your soulmate it leaves a mark, a birthmark will bloom under the skin in the shape of the touch within 24 hours max. 

“Oh!” You laugh in shock as a redheaded boy walks into you, pushing you into your locker door and effectively closing it with a bang, he reaches out grabbing your shoulder to steady you “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking!” You recognize him as the boy on the volleyball team, the smart, goofy, one, the one you happen to be crushing hard for.  Your hand reaches out, grabbing his ribs to keep your balance,  “no worries” you chuckle and smile at him, looking into his red eyes. It was like you both were in your own world for a few seconds, smiling like fools, until the other boy he was with, who you recognized as Ushijima, called his name “Tendou..?” He shakes his head “right!” Tendou says enthusiastically and nods at him before turning back to you “sorry…again” he laughs as he takes off running after Ushijima who walked away without him. You watch him as he goes, amused with the whole interaction. He turns to look back at you with a goofy smile and bumps into the back of Ushijima. You laugh at him and he laughs as Ushijima just shakes his head, both of them disappearing into the gym. 

In the middle of practice when the team takes a water break, Tendou is right back next to Ushijima asking about you “Do you know her?” Tendou leans in close to Ushijima, patiently waiting for a response “that’s y/f/n y/l/n. She’s the captain of the girls volleyball team” “she’s cuuuute Ushijima” Ushijima just shrugs and takes a long drink. “So she’s on the volleyball team, that means she’s just next door…” Ushijima knew he was up to something but didn’t feel the need to stop him. Tendou runs to the edge of the thick blue divider in the giant gym, peaking around the corner and looking around at the circle of girls until he spots you, you were on the right of the circle, passing the ball around between you all as a way to stay warm while on a break. 

“So” you say as you use your fingertips to pass the ball up to another girl, “what do you think of Tendou..?” You ask and they chuckle “the guess monster?” Your vice captain/ best friend asks and another girl says quietly “I think he’s scary” you frown “I think… I don’t even know him! But I want to” you smile and your best friend laughs “you like him!?” she teases a little too loud, her words making Tendou’s ears turn red.  You pass the ball aiming for her head, with just a little too much force, she just catches the ball and laughs harder. you sigh and raise your arms in the air “I can’t help it! He ran into me today on accident. He’s so adorable and he’s goofy and he sings those silly songs and it makes my heart happy. I don’t know him and I don’t know how to talk to him. I get so nervous! what if he has a soulmate already”  You shake your head and decide to get back to practice “let’s work on receives and spikes” the circle splits and your head turns as you change positions, catching the fluff of red hair disappearing around the corner of the divide. Your stomach flips, ‘I hope he didn’t hear me!’ you think to yourself.

you try to focus and just finish your practice but you can’t stop thinking about him eavesdropping on you saying you like him, your girls kept teasing you for your perma-blushing. 

That night you didn't look in the mirror after your shower, you just got dressed, not noticing the already blooming dark mark on your skin, a thumb across your collarbone and three fingers on the top of your shoulder. 

The next morning when you go to your locker you find him leaning up against it, looking for you. “Hey!” he says as you approach, “hey” you respond with a chuckle “whats up?” you ask and he smiles “I wanted to talk to you” you open your locker and take out a book, shoving it in your backpack, “oh yeah? About what?” you ask  and he chuckles, turning his body to lean against the lockers “have lunch with me today” he says and you laugh “i can’t, i have volleyball stuff during lunch. Walk me home?” you suggest and he nods “deal” he says and you chuckle again. The bell rings and you close your locker “see you later, Tendou” you smile sweetly before turning and walking down the hall to your classroom. 

“Fancy seeing you here” he says as you walk through the gym doors “waiting for me huh? How sweet” you smile when you make eye contact with the boy leaning against the wall, “what can i say?” he shrugs “I’m a sweet guy” you laugh “I hope I get to see more of that then” he smiles wide ''y/n! “ Your coach yells and you raise your hand signalling you heard her, your shirt moves as your arm does, showing a little of your mark on your collarbone, catching his eye and making his heart race “You walking me home still?” you ask as you start to back away from him “you know it!” he responds and you smile and nod “good. See you later then” you wink at him, grinning at his blush, then turn, running off to your side of the gym. 

After his practice he’s walking slowly to the locker room, staring at himself in the locker room mirror for five minutes, trying to convince himself to lift his shirt. He can feel the touch of your hand on his ribs from the day before, an electric pressure against his ribs. He knows it's in his head from thinking about it for the last hour or so but he’s so nervous. He never thought he’d get his soulmate mark and he was okay with that, he didn't want someone to be forced to be with him, everyone usually thought he was scary. He took a shaky breath and slowly grabbed the hem of his shirt, raising it over his head with his eyes closed. Letting his breath out slowly before slowly opening one of his eyes and peaking.his eyes both open wide as he stares and his heart skipped when he saw the small mark across his ribs. The perfect mark of where your hand had touched him. A grin broke out on his face and as much as he was terrified you’d be sad that your soulmate was him, he was elated that you were his. His heart beat double time, his stomach twisted in a knot of butterflies as laughter bubbles from his chest. “Ushijima..” he laughs “USHIJIMA!” he yells, taking off towards the showers to show his best friend his soulmate mark. 

“See you guys in the morning, don’t forget to bring your forms for training camp” you say to your team as you exit the locker rooms, a few of them wiggling their eyebrows as they notice Tendou waiting for you with the biggest grin. “See you laterrr captain!” they yell, laughing as they walk in a different direction. You shake your head before turning to greet the excited boy “How was practice?” he asks and you smile “it was good, lots of improvement. How about yours?” you stand in the hallway, feeling a little awkward when he doesn’t go to leave. “Mine was good as well, you should come to one of our games and see me play” he says and you chuckle “Tendou I go to all the volleyball games already” his eyes widen “you do?!” you nod “yeah. I’m friends with all the managers from the teams in our prefecture so we usually meet up and hang out, plus watching volleyball helps me know how i can improve.” he grins “so you’ll be at our game this saturday?” you laugh “yep! I'll be there”  he nods and puts his hands behind his head “good! I’ll make sure to play my best for you then” you shake your head with a smile and nudge him with your elbow “I look forward to seeing you play, Tendou” you turn to walk away and he hesitates”wait!” he yells and then laughs a little awkwardly at his outburst “I need to show you something” his voice was quiet as he took your hand and gently pulled you into the now empty gym with him. 

You wondered why he was so nervous all of a sudden (you didn't shower at school, didn't like carrying heavy shampoo bottles, so you still don’t know about the mark) “What’s up Tendou?” you ask, concern in your voice.  He clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something but stops himself, shaking his head softly. “Just, look.” he says and slowly raise his shirt, “wait what are -?” you fall silent when the palm print shows. You point at it, open your mouth, look into his eyes, close your mouth again. You suck in a breath and then quickly drop your backpack, pull your hoodie over your head as quick as possible, fumbling when it gets stuck on your pony, ripping it off your head in a rush and blushing with his chuckle at you. 

You shove the shoulder of your shirt down and gasp at the print on your shoulder. You point at your mark, then slowly point at his, your voice shaking when you whisper  “yesterday..?” and he nods, his palms are sweaty so he wipes his empty palm on his jeans, the only holding up his shirt just tightens into a fist, he's so worried that you’ll be sad and think he’s the worst one to get stuck with. Expecting an “oh no” to come out of your mouth next. He closes his eyes and braces himself for the rejection, still holding his shirt up but he doesn't realize. 

He gasps and his eyes flick open when he feels your soft hand rest on his ribs over the mark. “you’re my..soulmate” you whisper, a small wistful smile on your lips as your fingers brush across the mark as your thumb brushes across your own. He places his fingers gently over your mark and you look up into his gorgeous red eyes, your smile growing when you see the sweet look in his eyes. “Tendou, how do you feel about this?” you brush the backs of your fingers against the mark on his ribs before gently taking his shirt from his tight fist, letting his shirt down, never taking your eyes from his. 

“I..” he clears his throat, deciding to be honest, you were his soulmate after all, “I don't want you to be disappointed that your soulmate is me.. is a.. is a monster” the quick burst of a laugh that comes from your lips echoes throughout the gym and he furrows his brows, your close all distance between you, feeling confident in touching him since you know you are soulmates “Tendou, no” you say softly as you cup his face in your hands, your thumbs softly brushing his cheek bones “never in a million years could I ever,” you lean in a little closer and drop your voice “and i mean never ever,” the corners of his lips start to turn up into a smile, “think you are a monster” you smile warmly up at him, he’s blushing now and his smile is genuine, you test out calling him his real name “Satori” his eyes widen and his face flushes darker. You chuckle and move your hands to his neck “i know people call you the guess monster, they call you scary, but I need you to know that I have NEVER thought of you that way or even agreed with any of it.” his eyes filled with tears and he scrunched them shut, a few of them rolling down his cheeks. He already knew he would love you so easily, he would give you anything. You stand on your tip toes and kiss his cheeks, kissing away his tears. His heart practically stops then, such a sweet action but it made him feel so loved already. 

“Are you.. Are you happy that I’m your soulmate?” you ask shyly, your eyebrows furrowed, you're feeling a little nervous now. His eyes pop open and his arms fly out, wrapping around your waist and holding you to him tight “You have no idea how truly e l a t e d I am. I am so happy, y/f/n” he says quickly, his eyes looking into yours, showing how concerned he was that you would think any different. You giggle then, making him sigh softly and smile, tucking your hair behind your ear, crazy from when you took your hoodie off. You blush “oh i’m so embarrassed” you reach up to fix it and he laughs shaking his head, “let me” his voice is soft and it halts your actions. 

He takes off your pony, slipping it on his wrist, and runs his fingers gently through your hair, smoothing it down and enjoying the soft feel of it in his fingers. “There” he places his hands on your neck, softly running his fingers across your skin “thank you” your voice is barely a whisper and you lick your lips, swallowing hard. His hair is still damp from his shower and his hands on your neck are warm, your run your hands down his chest and leave them there. You admire his eyes and the slope of his sharp nose and jaw. “You're beautiful” you whisper and then blush a deep red out of embarrassment “sorry i-” he laughs “no. don't be sorry. I'm so glad you think that. You are the most gorgeous person I've ever seen, i feel so lucky” he cocks his head and cups your cheek. Your body feels like it's buzzing, like everything is finally in place and there is no way other than up. You realize that life is still hard but you never expected to meet your soulmate so young. “Do you want to tell people?” you ask and he laughs “there is NO WAY i could hide my soulmate and pretend otherwise” you beam up at him “i'm glad you feel that way because i want to tell everyone” you gush and he nods “i already told my team” he says with a smile and you laugh, he was so adorable, it made your soul happy.  “That's so cute” you say softly and he blushes “should we tell our parents?” you whisper and bring your hand to your chin, considering the options. 

His laugh makes you smile “I already texted my mom” he says and you laugh with him “perfect. Okay. Oh my mom is going to be mad if i'm late home though!” you realize you're still standing in the gym at school and you back away from him, picking up and putting back on your hoodie and throwing your backpack back on. You reach your hand out to him “Still walking me home?” you ask and he nods lacing your fingers together with his “would you mind if i started doing it every day?” he asks and you shake your head “I would LOVE it if you did” you reassure him and he nods “good” he says with a chuckle. At the door of the gym you stall though, realizing you forgot to do something “wait” he turns back “what’s up?” he asks and cocks his head as he looks into your eyes “can I..” you chuckle and look down at your entwined fingers “can I kiss you?” you ask and a grin spreads across his lips before he cups you cheek and turns your face towards him “yes please” he whispers and leans down, connecting your lips in a sweet first kiss, soft and warm with the perfect amount of pressure. Your breath leaves your lungs and your heart beats hard against your rib cage. When he pulls back you both have matching blushing cheeks. “Yeah we are definitely going to be doing that a lot more” you chuckle and then squeeze his hand, slipping out the gym and heading home with him, so excited to get to know him, your soulmate. 

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slippery slope

written for destiel december 2020 day 4: sledding

i hate myself for writing fluff

wc: 2.1k, tags: fluff, cute shit, literally there’s like zero sad how did i do this, family bonding, christmas fluff, first kiss

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Dean blew hot air onto his hands and rubbed them together before pulling on his gloves. The sun hung heavy in the sky, its harsh rays glinting off the snow straight into his eyes. 

When he popped Baby’s trunk, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the contents. Sam and Jack really knew no end to their family Christmas activities. It wasn’t like he was really mad, of course. This was the first Christmas they were really together, the first Christmas with no Chuck, no world-ending crisis, and if they wanted to do corny shit like sledding, then he was all in. 

He grunted as he pulled the two sleds out from the trunk and handed them to Cas. When Cas’ hands wrapped around them, Dean frowned at his bare fingers. 

“Aren’t your hands cold?” 

“A little. I’m okay,” Cas said, meeting his eyes with a soft smile. 

“I told you to bring gloves.” 

Cas huffed and rolled his eyes, an action that he seemed to use at every opportunity now that he was human. “Dean-” he started. But Dean was already pulling the gloves from his fingers and holding them out to Cas. 

“Here.” 

“You don’t need to-” Cas trailed off as Sam and Jack walked up holding two mugs of steaming hot chocolate. He took the gloves after a look from Dean and pulled them over his bright red hands. 

“Thank you.” 

“We just got two, we figured we could share,” Sam said, passing his hot chocolate to Dean. 

Dean took a sip, letting the liquid warm his core. There was almost no one here, just a couple families with smaller kids. He passed the cup to Cas, trading him for the sleds, and turned toward the hill. 

“Let’s get this over with,” he said gruffly. But when he glanced back at Jack, saw his eyes lit up as they took in the snow-covered slope, he couldn’t stop from breaking into a grin. 

“Have you been sledding before?” Jack asked as they walked across the parking lot. 

“Once,” Sam said. 

“Oh, man, I’d forgotten about that story,” Dean laughed. 

“What story?” Cas and Jack said in unison. 

Sam looked back at him and smiled, his eyes far away. “I think I was 13, or 14? Dad was on a case in,” he paused, frowning, “Where was it, Dean? Colorado, right?” 

“Wyoming.”

“Right, Wyoming. So anyway, Dad was off hunting and Dean and I were holed up in this motel room with nothing to do. It was right during winter break, too, so we didn’t even have school to occupy ourselves. Dean gets me up at the ass-crack of dawn and drags me out to this car he had hotwired just so we could have a day outside the motel. We drove for like, ten hours-”

“It was an hour, max” Dean cut in. They had reached the top of the hill now, and they were standing in a circle, eyes fixed on Sam. Dean’s arms had started to ache from holding the sleds, and he let them rest on the ground. 

“Whatever.” As Sam went on, Dean let his eyes drift up to Cas. He was watching Sam with a blank expression save for the mirth dancing in his eyes. His cheeks were slightly pink from the cold, and Dean allowed himself to stare a second longer before turning his attention back to Sam. 

“We stopped at this little roadside stand and got hot chocolate. Dean tried to make me think it was magical or some shit. Then we got to this giant hill. I mean,” he gestured to the steep hill behind him, “This thing has nothing on it. It was freezing, too, so the snow was almost ice. We pull up to the hill, and Dean pops the trunk, and in it there’s just these two,” Sam starts laughing then, and after a minute, Dean joins him. There’s a sadness behind it, too though. And acknowledgement of how fucked up that situation really had been. “These two trash can lids.”

“I lifted ‘em off the motel manager. He almost caught me, too,” Dean said as Cas and Jack started to laugh. 

“So we go to the hill, the sun is finally starting to rise, but everything is still freezing. Dean sits on the lid cross-legged and since he was my idiot older brother, I followed him. He pushed us both down the hill. It was basically solid ice, and we were on metal trash can lids.”

Cas and Jack were staring at him with wide eyes, holding back laughter. 

“Yeah,” Dean cut in. “It was bad. We flew down that hill so damn fast… and when we hit the bottom we both went flying. Hurt like a son of a bitch. We were all bruised up. Dad got back and thought we’d hunted something by ourselves,” Dean snorted. “Wasn’t my best idea.” 

“I thought it was worth it,” Sam said, meeting his brother’s eyes. Unspoken words passed between them. Childhood trauma wrapped in brief moments of relief. “Man, I remembered that every single Christmas. Always wanted to go again.” 

“Well,” Jack said suddenly, and they all turned their attention to him. “I don’t want this to be like that.” 

Dean clapped him on the shoulder and passed him one of the sleds. They were huge, meant for two people. The underneath was slick, primed for speed. Sam had wanted more basic ones, but Dean had insisted. If they were doing this stupid Christmas thing, they were at least doing it right. 

“Okay, which of you is going on the winning sled?” Dean asked playfully, taking the now empty hot chocolate cup he had shared with Cas and tucking it into the bag he’d brought. Sam handed him the other one and Dean shoved it in too before looking up as Jack spoke. 

“It’s a race?” Jack said, tilting his head in a way that was so Cas it hurt.

“I’ll go with you,” Cas sighed, his eyes fixed on Dean. 

Dean gulped as their eyes met, and not for the first time today he wanted to reach out and take his hand. Instead he let his eyes turn to Sam and Jack, issuing a challenge. “You guys are going down.” 

Sam rolled his eyes but helped Jack onto the sled before getting on himself. 

“Do you want to sit in front?” Cas asked. His eyes were downcast and there was a small blush rising in his cheeks and Dean realized that holy shit his entire body was about to be pressed against Cas. 

“Yeah,” he said, trying to keep the tightness from his voice. “The front is great for me.”

Wow, Winchester, that sounded totally normal. 

Sam was smirking at him from the sled and he considered flipping him off. But that would just show there was something to be mad about. Which there wasn’t. 

Dean got on the sled and looked anywhere but at his brother and kid while Cas climbed on behind him. Cas pulled his knees to his chest, almost not touching Dean at all. 

“You’re gonna fall off if you sit like that, man.” He cleared his throat again, pointedly not looking at Sam, and reached for Cas’ legs. “You gotta wrap ‘em around up to the front like this.” 

Cas just stared at him as he moved his legs, his eyes wide. Or maybe that was just Dean’s imagination. Maybe Dean just wanted Cas’ heart to be beating as fast in his chest as his was. 

With Cas pressed up against him and his cheeks flaming red, he finally looked over at Sam and Jack. Sam’s smirk hadn’t faded, and Jack was watching them with a pleasant smile. 

“You ready to lose?” Dean said, his voice a little too high to convey any real bravado. 

“Only if you are, jerk.” 

“Bitch,” Dean said automatically. 

Jack counted them off with a ready, set, go, and before he knew it, the sled was slipping over the edge and hurtling down the hill. 

Cas made a soft sound of surprise and Dean immediately felt arms wrap around his stomach as Cas’ face pressed into his shoulder. He looked straight ahead, letting the wind whip through his face and sting his eyes. But his heart moved from frantically pounding in his chest to leaping into his throat. 

Cas’ weight was warm and steady behind him, and Dean let himself relax even as his adrenaline spiked. 

Sam and Jack were somewhere ahead of them, already sliding to a stop at the bottom of the hill. He felt like it had been minutes, sitting here with Cas wrapped around him. In reality, it couldn’t have been more than twenty seconds. 

Dean’s eyes widened as he looked ahead of them and saw a rough bump in the powdery snow, and he tried to steer away from it. It was too late. They hit it at full force and the sled was flung into the air. 

For a moment, he was weightless, then he was slamming into the hard ground flat on his back, the sled bouncing somewhere to the side and Cas… well, Cas landed right on top of him. 

He blinked away the daze and looked into Cas’ eyes, their chests pressed together by some trick of whatever gods still existed. 

Cas just stared at him, unmoving. His lips were so close, breaths falling hot against Dean’s already warm face. Cas’ whole weight was pressed against him, and it should have hurt. Hell, his head was still pounding from hitting the ground at full force. But despite all that, he just felt safe. 

“Cas,” he breathed out. 

Cas’ blank face slowly melted into a smile and he stared into Dean’s eyes, almost as though he was searching his soul. “Hello, Dean.” 

Everything was warm and safe and bright and nothing else seemed to matter. He couldn’t remember why he and Cas didn’t normally get this close. It was some distant warning voice in his head, but the voice was too far away. 

All he could see, all he could think, all he could breathe in, it was just Cas. 

And he wanted more. 

He lifted himself up slightly and let his lips brush against Cas’. Cas tensed above him, but almost immediately he relaxed into Dean, pressing them closer together and letting their lips move in sync. 

Dean sighed in content and let his hands wander up from the snow to wrap around Cas and pull him toward the ground. Why they hadn’t been doing this all along, he had no idea. Cas was everything. Cas meant everything. So why couldn’t he and Cas have everything?

It took him a second to hear the cheering, and as soon as he did, all the old fears returned. A blush rose to his face and he pulled back from Cas at the same time that he pushed off Dean and stumbled to his feet. 

Sam walked over and reached down a hand to help Dean to his feet. Dean took it, keeping his eyes down and trying to ignore how hot his face had gotten. 

“Well,” Sam started as Jack joined them. “I think technically Jack and I won the race, but this definitely tops that.” He clapped Dean on the back and Dean finally raised his eyes. 

“It does,” Jack agreed solemnly. 

Dean ignored the fear seeping through him and shrugged, hoping he looked more casual than he felt. Then he turned to Cas and took his hand before he could change his mind. The gloves he had lent Cas were rough against his hand, but underneath the weight and pressure was grounding, safe. 

He looked at Cas and grinned, his heart beating erratically when Cas smiled back. 

“Yeah, sorry, Sammy,” he gave Cas’ hand a short squeeze. “Cas and I have got you beat.” 

Sam snorted and met Dean’s eyes. Beyond the teasing, the laughter on Sam’s face, Dean saw something else. Pride. His brother looked so goddamn proud of him it hurt. Dean felt something inside him stir and he held back the tears that stung in his eyes. 

He looked back at Cas and found him staring at him with an expression of joy and confusion and wonder and just about every other emotion that was running through Dean right now. But that didn’t matter. They would have time to sort out whatever this was between them. They would have time for long talks and heart-to-hearts and whispered confessions. For now, they were good. All of them were good. 

Dean took a deep breath in of the cold air and looked around at his family with pride. 

“Anyone in for a rematch?”

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Show Pony

Chapter 3: Roses Are Falling

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Steve’s hand was sweaty in Billy’s as he pulled him through the crowds in the fairground, ducking and weaving between the people milling about. 

Billy let himself be dragged, staring at Steve’s ass in his little denim shorts. 

It had been one week since their date at the diner. 

A week of Billy showing up to the rodeo, watching Steve compete in his event, and making out with him behind the arena. 

It was fun, sneaking around together in the blazing summer heat. 

He had even brought Max a few times, letting her wander around with some chick her own age she met. Apparently, her dad works at the rodeo or someshit. Billy wasn’t listening when she explained. Steve had been across the arena, taking off his flannel shirt and trading it for another one of his slutty little crop tops. 

It was a gorgeous show. 

But Max was somewhere eating her body weight in funnel cake while Steve took him into a tent labeled Employees Only. 

There was an eclectic group of people sitting at the long tables in the tent, all greeting Steve as he pulled Billy through to a group of younger people sitting together at the end of one of the tables. 

Steve pushed Billy onto one of the benches, perching right on his lap like that was totally fine. Like it was easy for Billy to just. Keep his dick in check. 

The girl sitting across from them sighed heavily, raising one eyebrow at Steve. 

“Shut up, Robin.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she was still giving Steve a very pointed look. 

“You don’t have to.” Steve slumped back against Billy’s chest, no doubt petulant. 

She shook her head, finally addressing Billy. 

“I’m Robin.”

“She does barrel racing,” Steve leaned back, muttering the information into Billy’s ear. His breath was hot against Billy’s skin, and Billy had to fight down a shiver that crept up his spine despite the blazing heat.

Another girl was sitting next to Robin, a pretty brunette with doe eyes to rival Steve’s. She seemed vaguely familiar. 

And then it clicked. 

“Aren’t you in the pageants?”

She laughed softly.

“My name’s Heather. And yes, I’m reigning Miss Rodeo USA, so I’ve been with these guys and will be until the next girl is crowned. It’s been a good time.” She glanced over at Robin, bumping their shoulders together. Billy raised one eyebrow at Robin, catching her eye and making her flush slightly. He shot her a quick wink. 

Steve shifted in his lap, putting one arm over Billy’s shoulders, winding his fingers through his little ponytail. 

“So, Billy,” Robin tried to move the conversation along, rolling her shoulders back. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“All bad, I hope.” 

“Nah, just, I feel like I know you quite well know. Like, really well. Like better than I ever wanted to know a guy-”

“Okay, yeah, Robin. We get it. Thanks.” Steve squirmed slightly in Billy’s lap, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears a bright red color. It was cute. Billy didn’t realize when Steve’s cheeks went all pink, that, other, places of him flushed too. He wondered how far down that rosy tint on Steve’s cheeks went. If it was all over his chest, if it leads down to his-

Nope. Not going there right now. Not when Steve is sitting on Billy’s lap, and they’re in fucking public. Absolutely not. No thanks. Billy’s fine. 

Robin squinted at him, and he tried to keep his face as blank as possible. 

Steve sighed heavily through his nose, shaking his head. 

“I’m getting a pop. Anyone else?”

Robin waved him off, and he was gone with a roll of his eyes. 

“So, you’re the poor San Diego bastard. My condolences.”

Billy squinted at her. 

“Not sure what you mean.” 

She took a deep breath, looking at Heather briefly. 

“Look. You know this little fling is just that. A little fling. Steve, he kinda, does this. Finds someone in every place we’re stationed, and has a month-long something with them. He loves attention but he’s too scared of commitment to do anything else. And honestly, I’m saying this all for your sake, because I’ve seen people get attached. He’s gonna eat you alive, and then he’s gonna leave, and it’s easier for you if you know that going in.”

Robin’s words settled like a fucking pit in Billy’s stomach. 

Because, yeah. He, like, kinda figured that. He knew their time was limited. Knew that Steve would slip through his fingers. And really, that was fine. Billy thinks he’d be the exact same way if the roles were reversed, that he would be constantly moving from one person to the next, never getting lonely, but never getting deep, either. 

He understands the whole commitment-phobe thing. Kinda takes one to know one. 

So he gets it. 

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like shit to have it put. So plainly.

“I’m sorry. That was probably too harsh but, you seem like a nice guy, and Steve doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s not trying to hurt people, he just, definitely uses the whole traveling rodeo thing to his advantage.”

“Nah, I get it. Really, I kinda figured it out. He said he likes to make friends wherever they are. So, it’s fine. And I think sometimes harsh can be alright.” He doesn’t wanna make Steve’s friend feel bad. 

And really, he did know what they were doing and what this was about. It just sucks having it confirmed by someone else. And put. So plainly. 

“I’m really not trying to be mean. I just kinda wanted to prepare you. If this is gonna be something that hurts, maybe it’s best to get out now.” Robin had very pretty blue eyes and freckles all over her face. She seemed warm, and the way she was staring at him was with so much concern. 

“Thank you. I get it, honest. I’d probably act just the same if I were him.”

“If you were who?” Steve had returned, slapping a can of root beer on the table in front of them, taking a seat pressed as close as possible to Billy, lifting up his arm to slide underneath it. 

“Quit being nosy.” Robin reached out to muss up Steve’s hair, poking him in the forehead. “What are you two doing today?”

Steve shrugged, taking the bait and moving on. 

“Wander the grounds. Maybe hang out at my place.” Billy’s interest piqued. He had no idea Steve had a place. “Might sneak out and go for a drive or something. You got any preference?” Steve leaned over the table, resting his elbows on top, placing his face in his hands, turning to look at Billy. 

“We could kick around here. I gotta drive Max home later so we should probably stick around.” Steve grinned at him. 

“Well, c’mon then. You’ve got plenty to see around here.”

Billy felt like Steve has already dragged through the entire grounds, he doesn’t know how there’s more to see. 

But it turned out there’s a lot more. Because Steve’s place, as it turns out, is one in a huge crowd of trailers. 

It was kinda out of Billy’s wildest imagination. Like what he’d picture an old-school traveling circus to be like. 

People were milling around everywhere, Steve saying hi to almost everyone they passed. Animals were being led to and from the large arena and the makeshift paddocks that were set up in the open grass. 

It was like nowhere Billy’s ever been before. 

Steve led him through the maze of trailers to a smaller version of an old school Airstream near the back of the lot, still hitched up to the back of a much larger, and very nice-looking, RV. 

Stevie Harrington was painted in curling dark green letters on the rounded metal door, a little cow munching on some grass painted below it.

“That your art?”

Steve snorted.

“ God, no. Robin did it for me a few years ago. That’s why it looks good.”

The hinges on the door squealed when he pulled it open and led Billy inside. 

It was hot in the airstream, and Steve turned on the solar power to get a small fan moving air through the place, propping open the door and the tiny window above the table.

“Home sweet traveling home.”

“Damn. This ain’t too bad of a setup.”

It really wasn’t. Sure, it was small, but it was perfect for one person. A tiny kitchenette faced the minuscule bathroom. The far sides of the trailer were taken up by a dining area, a table with booth-like seating, and a queen-sized bed taking up the opposite side, a small closet smushed between the bed and the kitchen.  

It was immaculately clean, not totally what Billy had expected from Steve. The bed was made, an old-looking, worn-out stuffed horse placed neatly in front of the pillows. 

There were pictures pinned up on little string light clothespins on the wall the bed was shoved against, and Steve even had a few posters over the booth seats. 

“It’s kinda nice. I saved up for a while to buy it. It’s kind of a lot being trapped in an RV with your parents, let me tell you. I’m still hooked up to theirs, and when we move I ride with them, usually, but at least I’ve got some space to myself.” Steve looked down at his feet. “Plus, I kinda figured, this is about as close as I’ll ever come to living on my own.”

“I really do like it. You’ve made it real nice in here.”

Steve looked back up to him, smiling proudly. 

“We don’t have to like, hang out in here. I just thought I’d welcome you in. To like, say, you know, if you’re ever around but don’t wanna hang out doing the same rodeo shit all the time, we could, like, spend some time in here.” Steve’s cheeks were going red. 

And Billy was fairly certain he knew where this was going. 

So he took the metaphorical bull by the horns, and wrapped his fingers in Steve’s literal belt loops, and pulled him close enough that their lips could touch. 

And apparently, Billy was right. Because Steve kissed him back immediately, and fervently, sliding his arms over Billy’s shoulders and pressing into him enough to move Billy back a few steps until his knees hit the bed, and he fell to sit on it. 

Steve wasted no time climbing on his lap, kneeling straddling Billy, pressed together as close as possible. 

Steve broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily and Billy attached himself to Steve’s neck, leaving wet kisses in his path down the long column of his throat. 

“God, fuck. Can we-”

“ Yeah. Yeah, Baby,” Billy was breathless as he replied, getting both hands under Steve’s ass and flipping their position in one fluid motion, getting Steve on his back, his legs wrapped around Billy’s waist. 

“Get the door.”

Billy pressed a long sucking kiss to Steve’s neck before pulling away, slamming the door closed as Steve drew the blinds on the window above the bed and turned on the air conditioning unit in the ceiling.

“It’s gonna get super fucking hot in here if we fuck.”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

Steve laughed at Billy, rolling back to lay properly on the bed, taking his stuffed horse and tossing it on the table behind Billy. 

“I don’t want her to have to see this.”

“Fine by me.” Billy was back on him in a second, pushing his hands up Steve’s shirt, yanking it off him as fast as possible. 

Steve was so fucking gorgeous. 

He had a light tan all over his body, with definite paler parts where his shirts usually sit. 

And he was fit. His muscles weren’t as bulky as Billy’s, but he was obviously strong. 

Billy leaned over him, tasting the salt on his skin as Steve began fumbling with the buttons of Billy’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders so roughly one of the shoulder seams groaned, threatening to rip. 

Billy took that as his cue to pull away from Steve again, shedding his shirt and kicking off his shoes, helping Steve out of his little short shorts. 

He was wearing this excellent pair of boots, deep red with white embroidered stitching covering the boot. 

Steve leaned forward, moving to pull off the boots.

“Wait, no. Leave ‘em on.”

Steve looked at him.

“You call me a hick all the fuckin’ time, and now you’re here saying you wanna fuck me in my boots.”

“It’s hot. You’re like the chick from Footloose .”

“Aren’t you gay?”

“Hot is hot, Steve.” 

Steve huffed a laugh, putting his leg back down, letting Billy settle between both of them. 

“So, are we gonna talk about the girl in an eighties movie, or are you going to fuck me through this mattress?”

“Alright, bossy. You got lube?”

Steve huffed, poking Billy’s chest until he moved off him. 

Steve sat up, crawling to the end of the bed, digging through the laundry in the hamper for the bottle of lube. 

Billy stared at him. 

Mostly, he was just staring at his asshole. It was so perfect and pink, and looked buttery and soft. 

And Jesus, he really just wanted to lick it, to get his face buried between Steve’s cheeks and go to town on the pretty pink furl of muscle. 

And, well, what’s stopping him? 

Absolutely nothing.

He got up, following Steve’s path until he was behind him, taking each cheek in one hand. 

Steve froze where he was digging through the laundry, Billy’s breath puffing between his cheeks. 

“What are you-” 

And then Billy licked up his crack, his tongue dragging all the way up from his balls, flicking once against his hole. 

“ Billy .” Steve spread his legs, pushing his hips back into Billy’s face, wordlessly asking for more. 

So Billy gave it to him. 

He opened his mouth, licking all around his rim, pressing his tongue just slightly inside, sucking on the soft pink flesh, making Steve’s breath hitch and whines pour out of his mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re good at that.”

Billy responded by pulling back, and spitting on Steve’s hole. 

Steve was taken by surprise, if his soft gasp was anything to go by. He dropped his head against the bed, biting onto the blanket. 

Billy just kept going, using his lips and tongue and teeth, opening him up and getting him wet. 

“Fuck, Billy, please just fuck me. I want you so bad .” Steve’s voice was pitchy and breathy, muffled in the blanket. 

He was grinding his hips forward and back, pressing himself against Billy’s tongue. 

Like he wanted nothing more than he wanted Billy’s tongue in his ass right then. 

And Billy certainly wasn’t complaining, not at how fucking nice and soft his asshole was against his tongue, how he tasted kinda clean and kinda musky at the same time. It was heady and Billy would happily spend the rest of his stupid life with his face buried between Steve’s cheeks. 

Something smacked against the top of Billy’s head, and he pulled away briefly to find a bottle of lube on the bed, the one that Steve had no doubt tossed over his shoulder and accidentally accosted Billy with. 

“That fuckin’ hit me in the head, you piece a’ shit.”

“I don’t care,” Steve whined, pushing his hips back even further, spreading himself out more and more for Billy to hungrily take in. “Just finger me and fuck me !”

“Bossy.”

Steve huffed, shifting his head around until he could look back at Billy, his brows pinched in a little scowl, giving Billy a dirty look that was equal parts adorable pout and sexy scowl. He looked like the grumpiest little slut. 

And Billy indulged him, squeezing out a big glob of lube, meticulously coating his first two fingers with it. 

“I know what I like, and I get what I like.”

“Jesus, I thought all them girls were the rodeo queens. Not you .”

“I’m the queen of getting my fucking way. Now for the love of God, put your fingers in me.”

And Billy couldn’t do anything but indulge him. 

He began with just one finger, sliding it slowly and deliberately down to the last knuckle. 

Steve sighed as Billy’s finger entered him, relaxing his upper body into the bed, somehow canting his hips up even more, his back arched as much as Billy’s ever fuckin’ seen. 

So Billy took a chance, pumping his finger in and out a few times, pulling it nearly all the way out, only to replace it with both fingers. He moved slowly, simply fucking Steve with his fingers for a moment, watching Steve as he crooked his fingers downward. 

And Steve moaned, and it was like he became a puddle. All his muscles relaxing and unwinding as Billy curled his fingers, pressing deeply against his prostate, rubbing tiny circles into the small bundle of nerves. 

“God, Bill. That feels so fucking good,” Steve said through a throaty moan. Billy was slowly moving his fingers in and out of Steve, pressing down into that wonderful spot each time he was buried all the way to the knuckle. “Add another. Please, I want you in me.”

Billy had to palm himself to relieve some of the pressure of his own dick, flushed red and oh so painful where it was hard against his stomach. 

But he did as Steve told him to do, drawing out his two fingers to press in a third. 

There was something of a shift in the sticky airstream. As those three thick fingers sank into Steve, it was as though both boys agreed to move faster. Steve began pushing his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Billy’s fingers, matching the steady pace Billy had set with his hand. 

Billy was tugging his fingers in and out, pushing into Steve’s prostate with each movement, the lube creating a squelching noise as they picked up the pace. 

And finally, Steve had enough. 

He moved his hips forward, sitting back on his heels to look at Billy over his shoulder. 

His face was flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, his pupils blown wide, making his already dark eyes seem nearly black. He tossed Billy a condom, and Billy caught it against his heaving chest. 

Steve’s breath caught as Billy ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, looking like some kinda fuckin’ animal, rolling it onto himself with a practiced hand.

“Billy, I fucking want you-”

Billy cut him off by pressing himself against Steve’s back, kissing him harshly as he felt him up, his hands roving, touching every bit of Steve he could possibly manage. 

Steve had his own mission, reaching awkwardly behind him to take Billy’s stiff cock in hand, fumbling slightly as he lined up the flushed head of his dick with his slicked-up hole, teasing himself before urging Billy to push on in. 

Their lips lost touch from one another the second Billy began moving his hips forward, their moans mingling in the space between them. 

“God, fuck, Stevie.” Billy could hardly control himself. He so wanted to let loose, start fucking wildly into the tight heat of Steve’s body, take him as hard and fast as possible. 

He let his hands drop down and settle on Steve’s hips. He could feel the firm muscles tensing under his hands, like Steve was barely keeping himself from rocking back to fuck himself harder and faster on Billy’s cock. 

And that’s what pushed Billy over the edge. 

He pushed Steve forward until he was back in position, face down, ass up. His hands gripped Steve’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Jesus, Billy hoped to fucking God Steve had dark marks in the shape of Billy’s fingers for days and days. And he let himself go for it. 

Steve was making these breathy, punched-out noises, like with every harsh thrust of Billy’s hips, all the air in his lungs was being forced right out of him. 

Billy was slamming them together, pulling Steve’s hips back as he surged his own forward, pulling out almost entirely each time. He was relentless, taking Steve like a goddamn animal right there on the once neat bed. 

Neither of them was going to last long, they both knew it. 

Billy had taken so much time opening Steve up with his lips and tongue and fingers, Steve wouldn’t even be shocked if he came completely untouched, falling apart with only the attentions Billy has granted to his hole. 

Until Billy reached around him with his left hand, still gripping Steve’s body with his right. 

He took hold of Steve’s leaking cock, brushing his thumb over the slit to collect some of the glistening precum, drawing his hand tightly down the shaft, moving at an agonizingly slow pace compared to the buck of his hips, keeping Steve on the edge of something, making everything way too much and definitely not enough. 

And there was nothing Steve could do. 

He felt fucking helpless as Billy pounded him. It was taking all his energy not to just melt into the mattress at this point and let Billy have his way with him. 

But Billy was getting close, too close to keep this game up for much longer. 

He sped up the movement of his hand, his fist beginning to pump faster and faster over Steve’s aching cock. He wanted him to finish first, wanted to watch as Steve writhed and moaned about. 

It didn’t take long. Less than a minute of Billy jerking Steve as quick and rough as he was fucking him, and Steve was spilling out onto the blanket below him, nearly yelling out while his hips convulsed and his fingers twisted until he had a white knuckle grip on the blanket. 

Billy could only just hang on, fuck and jerk Steve through it, only letting his grip on his cock go a little slack when Steve finally relaxed a bit below him. 

Billy pulled out, snapping off the condom and taking his dick in hand, finishing himself off all over Steve’s lower back, watching his thick cum drip down the slope of his ass. 

“ Fuck. You’re so hot,” Billy said, totally in awe. Steve was even hotter than normal wearing nothing but his bright red boots and Billy’s spunk. 

Billy took a cloth from the tiny bathroom, getting it a little wet to wipe the cum off of Steve as he lay stretched like a cat on the small bed. 

“Thank God I don’t have to ride tomorrow, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit, let alone get in a saddle.” He threw a wink over his shoulder at Billy, bending his knees to let his feet kick up behind him, crossing his ankles in the red boots. 

“We should make the best of our good fortune, then. I’ve got a few more rounds in me.”

“Billy Hargrove, you fuckin’ devil .”

[captastra]

♘ for Rhea and Felix, please?

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort. Thank you for asking :D Posted to AO3 as well!

Rhea drilled her fingers against the table, the sound standing out against the hum of the ship. She had gotten back a while ago from helping Sanjar with something, a simple mission that didn’t take too much effort. Working with him could be draining though and she was looking forward to relaxing for the rest of the night. But instead of being able to relax and enjoy herself, she was met with Felix and Parvati pushing her into the mess hall and told to stay there until they called her.

So there she sat, tired and bored out of her mind. Max and Nyoka had gone with her to meet with Sanjar and decided to stay in Stellar Bay for the night. She had no clue where Ellie had gone but knew that come tomorrow morning, Ellie would be back on the ship ready to head out if needed. She wasn’t mad at Felix and Parvati; she was curious about why they were making her wait. But it had been almost an hour and all she wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep.

Every so often she had heard them moving behind her. The sound of boots hitting metal, whispers that she could barely make out. Whenever she tried to turn and see what they were doing though, she was met with the two yelling at her to turn around. After the fourth time, Rhea gave up.

A few more minutes passed before Rhea heard someone running towards her. Felix came into her view, a big smile plastered on his face. It was hard for Rhea to stay mad at him when he looked at her like that, but she tried her best.

“Am I free to move about my own ship,” Rhea asked coolly, “Or am I stuck here forever?”

Felix rolled his eyes, but his smile never left his face. “Just follow me,” he said as he grabbed her hand.

Rhea let him pull her along back towards the captain’s quarters, enjoying the feeling of his hand holding hers. She smiled as she watched him glance over his shoulder to look back at her while they moved.

“Like a kid in a candy shop,” she whispered to herself, but Felix stopped at her words.

“A what,” he looked at her confused.

“Nothing,” Rhea chuckled. She shook their hands and looked over his shoulder. “Aren’t you suppose to be showing me something?”

Felix’s eyes went wide. “Right! Let’s go.” Stopping in front of their room, Felix gave her a sheepish grin, letting go of her hand to rub the back of his neck. “I hope you like it, boss. Ever since you’ve started telling me, uh, Parvati and I...the others, about your time on Earth, well,” he dropped his hand and smiled at her, “we wanted to give you a little bit of home after all you’ve done for us.”

“Felix…”

But the door had opened and Felix was pushing her inside. At the top of the stairs, Rhea stopped and her mouth fell open. Her usually spacious room was now covered with blankets and lights, what looked like SAM’s lights, with a small opening right in front of her. Parvati’s head poked out and she squealed.

“What do you think,” she asked as she crawled out to stand next to Felix. “We spent all morning trying to get this together. It’s the season finale of All My Colonists and when we heard you talking about this,” Parvati motioned in the fort’s direction, “We figured we had to watch in style!”

“Wow,” Rhea said, continuing to glance over what the two had created, “I didn’t realize we had so many blankets.” They had completely blocked covered her bed and a good part of her desk. Mainly the part that held her computer where they would watch serials in the past. She loved it.

“We raided everyone’s rooms,” Felix said proudly. “They won’t need them for a bit. It’s just you, me, Parvati, and a bunch of snacks while we watch the serial!”

Rhea didn’t know what to say. It had taken a while for her to be open about her past and the few good memories she had, yet here she was, her friends doing more for her than...well, she wasn’t going to dwell on it. They were here now and that’s what mattered.

“Thank you,” Rhea said, giving both Felix and Parvati a smile. “Well, c’mon!” She knelt down and started to crawl into the fort, “we have a show to watch, don’t we?”

The others soon followed and before long, they were watching the show. Parvati laid on her stomach while Rhea and Felix used some pillows to lean back against her bed. Glancing around the inside of the fort, Rhea smiled to herself, not paying attention as the show began. Part of her let herself forget all that has happened since she had been woken up in Halcyon and the other part was too distracted by the fact that Felix was sitting so close their shoulders were touching. It had only been recently since she admitted to herself that she liked him, but even then she still faced hurdles. No matter what Max said, she didn’t want to lose him, lose a friend that mattered so much to her.

So she opted to rest her head on his shoulder. It was a neutral act, right? Something they had done before and no one was the wiser to the act being more than something between friends.

A loud noise made her jump, bringing her back to the present moment.

“Did you see that,” Parvati asked in awe, pointing to the screen.

Rhea hadn’t but made a noise in agreement. She tried to move deeper into the pillows but ended up bumping into Felix instead. He didn’t even glance her way as he lifted his arm for her to lean against him. She hesitated only for a moment before deciding she wanted nothing more than to cuddle with him. They both moved as softly as they could to get into a more comfortable position together, trying not to disturb Parvati as they did. It didn’t take long before Rhea found herself resting against Felix’s chest, one of his arms wrapped around her. She smiled as she listened to his heartbeat, no longer caring if she knew what was happening in the show or not. They’d end up watching it again anyways.

“Do you like it?”

Rhea looked up to see Felix looking down at her. She couldn’t help noticing the way the light accentuated his features, the shine in his eye and stubble that never seemed to quite make it into a beard.

“Mhmm,” she said, nodding. She lifted her hand to caress his cheek, her heart racing as she watched him lean into her touch. “I love it, Felix.” Any chance to relax with the crew was something she’d never pass up on. “I…”

“Shh!” Parvati hissed at them. “It’s getting to the good part.”

They both mumbled apologies as they settled back into the pillows. Felix wrapped his arms around her as they continued to watch the show. A few minutes later he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You can tell me all bout how much you love it later.”

He nudged her head slightly, making Rhea smile. Maybe Max had some sense about him when he teased her about her feelings, but she didn’t want to talk about it yet. Tonight it was much easier to let herself be with Felix, safe in his arms.

For the rest of the night, they sat there enjoying the show. Parvati not moving from her position on the ground surrounded by snacks. Rhea and Felix cuddling against her bed. Rhea couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the night.

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