friends, best friends
A/N the scrapped version of this might come out soon
ALSO : im going back and posting old drafts, unfinished or otherwise bc i have like 40 so enjoy those ; this is an alternative ver of something else i did but my memories of most of the drafts are kinda non-existent like i don't remember writing most of the stuff i wrote during this time (sorry if this is bad)
description steve takes you out on a date after school and gives you the night of your life.
includes aftercare, soft dom steve, nicknames like baby, princess and, cutie, and typical first date stuff
"baby, wake up we gotta go"
his voice startles you, so you wake and grab his wrist to check the time.
"it's already 12:30! how long was I sleeping for?"
he gets up, yawns and grabs your bag for you.
"do you wanna go out later? that one restaurant you always talk about is open and since we're like- official and all now"
you're taken by surprise that he actually wants to be serious about this.
"yes please" you say eagerly, and take his hand as he leads you down the hallway and into your class.
"baby, isn't your class over there"
"yeah, so what?" he shrugs, opening the door for you and taking a random seat and tapping the desk next to him, gesturing for you to sit dangerously close to him.
the end of the day approaches, not without receiving a lot of teasing from steve, leaning over to trace small circles across your thighs with his fingers, looking over at you occasionally.
he opens the door for you again, going around the back of the school because it was closer to his car.
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you both get seated. and you can already sense the dirty thoughts that are about to come to your mind. there's something about the way steve looks at you, holds your hand, or gently touches your thigh that makes you unbearably horny.
"what's on your mind, princess?"
he shifts his focus to you.
"um- nothing i just, i was thinking of something"
"mind sharin' that something with me, sweetness?" he chuckles.
you rub your thighs together. then you just decide, screw it, he probably knows anyways so there's no point in lying.
"i'm, uh- i'm horny"
you hide your face with your hands, steve's arm still wrapped around you.
"ohhhh so that's what it was, i thought so but I didn't wanna assume. ya should've told me earlier though, could've taken care of you in the car on the way here."
he pulls you closer to him, kissing your neck.
"steve." you look up at him, embarrassed by his teasing. it's one thing to do it in private or in school, but you were in the middle of what felt like the busiest restaurant in the world.
"alright, alright, i'll wait till we finish our food, then it's back to my place deal?"
you nod, and then before you know it, the waiter comes back.
"let me know if you guys need anything else! i'll be right over there"
they point to the bar and exit the booth section.
steve quickly finishes his food, pushing his plate to the other side, then looking at you while you finished the last of your food.
after you were both done, steve got the check.
"alright, you got everything?"
grabbing your drink, you get up and head towards the door, he follows quickly behind you.
upon arriving at his house, you look up at him.
"um, steve?" you look down at the floor, trying really hard to not focus on how hot he looks in the dimmed lights.
"can you- um"
he's looking directly at you now, expecting you to continue the sentence.
"i need you." you barely manage to get out after stuttering over your words a billion times.
he sits down on the bed, as do you.
"i could use my fingers again, or would you prefer my mouth this time? whichever one you want is more than fine with me"
crossing your legs, you blink at him a few times, thinking he'd just understand what you wanted.
"baby, i can't do anything if you don't tell me what you want"
"i want you to fuck me" steve hasn't ever gone all the way with you, sure he's seen you naked and pleasured you before but you hadn't ever gone further than that.
"you sure? you don't have to cutie, i'm happy with just eating you out again"
he rubs his thumb over your cheek, making you smile.
"no, i really want it."
you bring his hand away from your face and hold it, making eye contact with him.
"shit baby, okay lemme go get the camera"
it was a little thing he liked to do, taking photos of you after he'd just fucked you so good you could barely breathe.
he kept all the pictures in a box under his bed, and obviously they had accumulated over time, causing the box to be filled to the brim.
he came back, placing the camera on the nightstand for later.
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Kloktober, Day 4: Fav. Headcanon(s):
- Charles has a Gear brand - don't ask to see it if you value your life, however.
- Nathan being on the autism spectrum is pretty much implied in canon (por ejemplo, massive anxiety about going to the dentist is very common amongst those with ASD / he didn't speak until he was 5 / his occasional "potato chip kick[s]" because they're clearly a safe food for him), but I would argue that that more than anything else was the biggest contributor to his not graduating high school. I assume the school system (in Florida, no less) had little to no accommodations for students with special learning needs when he was growing up, and so he gradually slipped through the cracks. Nathan clearly is a brilliant lyricist/poet, which could have been an asset to him in English class and such with the right teacher. We also see him utilizing the library at Mordhaus, recording himself reading Shakespeare, and attempting to figure out Dethklok's finances during Charles' hiatus, and even though his predilection for frog dissection probably meant he enjoyed the process vs. showed scientific aptitude, it is worth mentioning here. TL;DR: Nathan has been conditioned to believe he's 'stupid,' but I firmly believe he could have made it through school with the proper resources. Perhaps he could have even gotten a college football scholarship.
- Toki's parents' treatment of him is directly related to their religious / prophetical interpretation of his archetypical role as a bringer of death, the same way that people accused of being witches often get mistreated by their families / communities.
- Skwisgaar's father actually is a god, hence why none of the DNA tests performed on the (many) men who slept with his mom were a match.
- Pickles says in "Fatherklok" that he doesn't know his own dad's first name - I headcanon that his family has no idea what his 'real' name is either.
- Part of Murderface's fascination with the Civil War is genealogical, aka he has ancestors who fought in it, etc. Bonus: I like to think his grandfather's massive stroke didn't occur until after Murderface made it through adolescence and that they had at least a somewhat congenial relationship.
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