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right where you left me;

chapter one: ticket to anywhere

summary: steve harrington is unlucky when it comes to matters of the heart. for years he’s been in love with his best friend, but circumstances have made it impossible for him to make his feelings known. fate seems to have other plans, when you ask him to help you escape your wedding day, with nothing but his hand to hold and a car to drive off in. you suddenly find yourself headed back to hawkins, back to the place that feels so unfamiliar now — back to the place where you first fell in love.

warnings: 18+; smut in later chapters; alcohol mentions; class differences; financial insecurities; purposeful vignette-like/short scenes to cover a larger span of time in this mini-series (11k words).

steve harrington x f!reader || best friends to lovers, mutual pining, second chance romance with the town handyman who lives in a cabin in the woods. inspired by this edit from @somnambulic-thing.

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October, 1990…

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Everything is wrong.

It hits you, sitting there in front of the vanity mirror, voices swirling about the room full of your girl friends. Your gown, the colors of the bridesmaids dresses, the venue. It’s too lavish, too over the top. Not the small, intimate feel you imagined ever since you were a little girl, friends surrounding you, watching as you married the man of your dreams.

But then again, the groom isn’t who you imagined either. That’s the first of the many issues with this day that jump to your attention.

Clark is fair haired and light eyed. Handsome, in the way that you can tell he spends thousands of dollars on clothing to do so. More acquaintance than the man you always envisioned standing beside you on this day.

This same man, who you found only moments ago seemingly in a passionate argument with one of your bridesmaids. Both of them touching one another in a way that seemed too familiar, like they’d done this dance, had this same conversation at least once before. She begged for him to leave, to get away now, to back out of the marriage. Pleaded with him to consider love, instead of some business endeavor.

Had reached up and kissed him bruisingly, his hands fisted in her gown. The same wrinkled one that stares at you now as your fingers toy with your bouquet, her sad eyes plastered on your face.

You know you should feel something. Anger, betrayal, hurt, resentment — but instead you feel nothing at all. You’re not in love. Haven’t been. Now your mind only buzzes, someone calling your name bringing you to attention, head lifting slightly.

“Are you okay?” they ask, “can I get you anything?”

And it’s two words.

A name, really, that pops into your mind.

“Can you see if Steve Harrington is here yet?”

——

Steve’s not sure what to think when a bridesmaid he barely recognizes — likely because he’s only met them once or twice before — barrels toward him, an intensity in her eyes that has him worrying something has gone wrong.

Everything is wrong, though. Because he’s here, in this ridiculously huge wedding venue, standing in for those in Hawkins who couldn’t make the trip, about to watch as his best friend marries a man who isn’t Steve Harrington.

And as much as it pains him, loving you means doing anything to see you happy — even if it kills him in the end. It’s all he knows, all he has done for as long as you’ve been a friend to him, two wide-eyed eleven-year-olds sitting in some fancy ballroom as you watched your parents parade themselves around like the elite that they deemed themselves to be.

What he doesn’t expect, however, as he’s practically dragged into a room, is to find you standing there pacing back and forth, beautiful as ever and not at all happy for someone who is about to be married.

“Stacy, a moment?” you ask, lifting your head enough that he can see you fully.

You’re absolutely breathtaking, in a way that’s almost cruel, because after today you’ll officially be a wife. After today, he’ll have to accept that his feelings that are not at all platonic toward his best friend he still harbors all these years later can only ever just be that: feelings.

As the door shuts behind Stacy, you rush forward and slam into his chest, and he’s immediately there to wrap his arms around your waist. You’re a vision in a fluffy tulle skirt, the veil on your head brushing against his chin, and it’s then he feels the frantic flutter of your heart against his sternum. It’s then he can feel your fingers curl around the lapels of his suit — can see the flash of tears swimming in your eyes.

“I need to get out of here,” you whisper hoarsely.

Breathlessly.

“What do y —”

“Please…take me away from here. Anywhere, I don’t care. Please,” you beg, and though he has more questions than answers, he dips his head. Because again, he’ll do anything to make you happy.

Even if that includes helping you run from your own wedding.

With a long exhale, Steve steps back a bit, fingers carding through his hair. He moves to the door, head tossed over his shoulder to glance back your way.

“Give me a second,” he says, slipping from the room into the hallway.

There’s no one in the nearby vicinity, this room far enough away from the rest of the guests that escaping shouldn’t be a problem. His eyes catch on the glowing exit symbol in the distance, and he knows his car is a few blocks away, but it’s better than nothing and will have to do.

When he slips back into the room, you’re wiping your hands along your dress, clasping one around his as he extends a palm your way.

He can’t deny the ache in his chest as you take it, the electric jolt that courses through his body, but now isn’t the time. If you’re going to get out without anyone noticing, you’ll have to do so now — and quickly.

“Come on,” he urges, and you’re both off, rushing down the empty hallway unbeknownst to your waiting guests, the world bursting to life in color as the exit doors swing wide open.

——

“Remind me to never run in heels again,” you gasp out, hand tight in Steve’s as you dart through busy city streets, avoiding bodies along the way.

All around, people honk their cars, citizens whistle and congratulate you as you run on by. And you know it’s because you and Steve, for all intents and purposes, look as though you’ve just married. Him in his suit, and you in your poofy wedding gown, the edges now stained a murky soot color.

“And I want this stupid thing off my head right now.”

Steve pauses on the side street as you come to a halt, his chest bumping yours at the abruptness as your fingers reach up to unclasp your veil from your head. Balling it up in your hands, you toss it into the nearby garbage can. Pigeons scurry away in haste, a squirrel skittering away from its hard earned meal.

“How do I look?” you ask, hiking up the edges of your gown as someone nearly trips on it, making their way towards the crosswalk.

“Like a runaway bride.” He laughs, shaking his head. “My car is another block that way. Let’s go.”

He grips your hand again, and you know you really don’t have to hold it, but it brings you comfort all the same. The further you run away from the wedding venue, the more you realize what exactly you’ve done. You’ve run out on your intended husband, on friends, on your family who has spent the money to make it all happen — and everyone will have something to say about it. Word gets around quickly in your social circle.

But it’s a decision for yourself. The first in a long long time.

There’s something so liberating about it — about rushing after Steve as he loops you around other bodies, as he opens the passenger side door for you and helps push your frilly skirts inside, before dropping down into the driver’s seat and shoving his key in the ignition.

And as he turns the key, peeling away from the busy side street, and heads toward the nearest highway, you know it’s the right decision.

——

Neither of you speak for the first half hour driving. The roads are busy, traffic bumper-to-bumper in the city, Steve’s grip a white knuckled one around the steering wheel. There’s also the suddenness in which your reality comes crashing, dress still on your form, the edges sodden around your ankles, the ring on your finger glinting in the slowly setting sun. Every part of this day has done a complete one eighty.

“We’ll probably have to stop in a few hours,” Steve says, a little more to himself, the hum of the radio spilling into the quiet car, “where do we want to go anyway?”

“I still can’t believe you drove all the way here,” you tell him softly, head turning a bit to take him in.

He’s loosened the tie around his neck, his hair is a little unkempt now, the suit jacket long tossed into the backseat. Those bare forearms of his ripple with each turn of the wheel, your eyes dragging along hair-dusted skin. You’ve missed him; more than you ever could realize, his presence a comfort after being surrounded by people who don’t understand you — not really, at least — for so long.

“I wanted to be here,” he says, “I don’t mind driving, you know that.”

You did. You’d spent many nights circling the familiar streets of Hawkins over the span of a few years once you’d both been able to drive. Those same streets that are unfamiliar now, mere memories in your mind. It had been a few years since everything that happened with Vecna, and a few years since you watched your childhood home grow smaller and smaller in your parent’s rear view mirror, Steve along with it, waving from his parent’s driveway.

“And I wanted to see you,” he adds, glancing your way, those hazel eyes bright in the setting sun.

The idea dawns suddenly, lips moving to form the words before you can think otherwise, “Hawkins. Take me to Hawkins with you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, a little hesitantly, weariness seeping into his tone. “It's about…a twelve hour drive. I think we can make it to Ohio before getting some sleep for the night. You’ll just need to direct me with the map.”

You answer with a smile, reaching into his glove compartment and pulling out the map, the weathered corners bent like they’d been the last time you’d gone on a road trip with him. After everything had gone to hell at Starcourt, you needed to get away, the two of you taking to the road, a finger swirling around until it landed upon a random state.

It feels like old times, sitting here in the car with him, the windows down, his hair blowing in the wind, and the crisp smell of fall air to greet you.

The drive is quiet for the most part, other than the small exchanges here and there of roads to take, giving him enough time to make sure he’s in the correct lanes and the like.

It dawns on you then how long it’s been since the two of you really talked. Your exchanges throughout the years have been sparse, at best. Always meaningful, but moving twelve hours away has put a strain on your relationship from the get go. Initially you’d aimed for one phone call a week, which had soon turned into once every two weeks, and then down to once a month.

And once Clark had stepped in six months ago, your conversations were even less frequent, and always cut short — Clark never having understood why the two of you were so close.

So you suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised when Steve suddenly asks, “What happened back there?”

“I didn’t want to marry him,” you admit in a whisper, training your gaze ahead at the streets, leaves golden and amber flashing by the passenger side window. “I couldn’t marry him. I didn’t love him — I never loved him.”

It had been an added blessing that it seemed Clark felt the same, his mouth preoccupied with your friend’s minutes before you made your escape out the back door.

“Then why agree to marry the guy?”

It’s an innocent question, but it has your stomach lurching all the same, your lips parting slightly, heart pounding in your throat. “Steve…your parents are like mine. You know why.”

Because it had been arranged that way, Clark’s path pushed in front of yours, the pressures of your parents and their business ventures breathing down your neck. That and Clark had his own goals, as did you, and marrying would help you achieve them.

It wasn’t like you’d ever love him, either.

Love had only been reserved for one man in your life, and he’d never loved you back.

“So you marry some uptight rich guy to make your parents happy? What about how you feel?” His fingers tighten around the steering wheel, voice rising in volume. “And you were going to just go along with it?”

“Stop judging me! It’s not that simple.” His eyes dart to yours, unused to you ever raising your voice at him. “You don’t get it. You gave up that life. I had no choice but to go with them when everything happened the way it did in Hawkins.”

“Yes, because I was tired of feeling like a failure of a son,” he grumbles, carding his fingers through his hair, “tired of being looked at like I was Jonah Harrington’s biggest mistake.”

“You’re not a mistake.” Your fingers reach over the center console, briefly hovering above his bicep before resting there gently, feeling the tension in his form dissolve. “I thought I was doing the right thing for my family. I was trying to buy time and get my inheritance so I could be done with it all eventually. It was stupid, I know. But I’m making this decision right now, running away with you, for myself.”

His hand slides down to grasp yours, bringing the back of your knuckles to his lips to press a kiss there. He’s done it thousands of times over the years, but it has your heart skipping like it does every time, chills dancing along your spine.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, dropping another gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I’m happy you’re here.”

“Me too, Steve.”

——

The moon comes out to play, and the two of you stop at a gas station just as Steve’s watch reads eight at night. The place is dilapidated at best. Neon glowing lights flickering along the top of the pump, the numbers worn away by weather, the inside of the building covered in inches of grime.

You’d intended to grab some snacks and water bottles, but the lack of sanitation efforts has you wanting to wait for the next convenience store instead. So as Steve pumps the gas, you lean onto the hood of the car, skirts spanning around your thighs, thanking someone as they pass and comment on how beautiful you look.

“You do look beautiful, you know?” Steve lifts his head, those corded muscles on his forearm drawing your attention once more. Head shaking, you tip your head up, eyes narrowing on his face curiously. “A shame you got all dressed up for that guy though.”

“Shut up,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him, propping your map up on your thighs. “So if my guesses are right, we’ll be getting to Ohio in a little less than three hours. Hopefully the hotels in Powell aren’t full. I’m already pretty tired.”

“If worse comes to worse, we could always sleep in the car —”

“Steve.”

“What?” He raises a hand in surrender, smiling at the angry furrow of your brows. “Wouldn’t be the first time we camped out in the back seat of it.”

“I’d prefer a mattress after the day we both had,” you tell him, folding the map and tucking it beneath your thigh. “We also need to keep an eye out for a store. Pretty sure I saw a cockroach in the gas station, so I’m not trusting anything in there. Plus pork rinds and jerky didn’t exactly sound appealing to me.”

Steve grimaces in agreement, the gas pump clicking, signaling his full tank. He replaces the nozzle on the holder and pushes the flap back into place, snatching the map from your hand as he passes around the front of the vehicle to slide back into the front seat.

You follow suit, shoving your skirts about your thighs, finger toying at a hole in the hem that you must have made while running through the city streets. The realization of thousands of dollars, all for naught, with the lingering fear of your parent’s disappointment swirling in your gut has your stomach churning uncomfortably. But there’s little time to linger on those worries, as Steve slides a finger along your forearm to draw you back to reality, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Look at me,” he demands softly, hazel eyes glowing in the seedy gas station light that flickers above. Lips twitching, you meet his stare, chest warming under the burn of his affection, “there’s that smile I love. Everything is fine.”

There ends up being a small grocery store at the next exit, a little family owned thing, with very few shoppers lingering inside. You offer to go in alone, but Steve insists you’re in another state and he’s not about to leave you by your lonesome. So you end up standing beside him, him all tousled in his dark pants and wrinkled dress shirt, and you in your dress, drawing the attention of curious customers.

“We got lost on our way to the airport for our honeymoon,” Steve tells one person who wanders a little too close for his liking as you grab bags of chips off of a rack, tossing in a jar of salsa for good measure. “Going to stop at that hotel down on Verdant instead. Really want to go above and beyond and treat my wife, you know?”

The one that looked all seedy, like it was practically falling apart, windows broken and covered with wooden slats. The customer eyes the two of you wearily, offering well wishes, sounding a little uncertain as they slowly but surely back away, not wanting to talk any further.

Nothing quells your giggles at that, head pressing into the bag of marshmallows you found, eyes pinched shut to keep your tears at bay. “Steve, they probably think we’re crazy.”

“Speak for yourself, honey,” he chuckles, reaching over to snatch the bag from you, “why do we need these?”

You pluck it back, pouting. “If you must know, they’re for me. I don’t share with guys named Steve who have too many opinions.”

“If we’re getting marshmallows, we need graham crackers and chocolate too,” he points out, reaching over to grab the other two s’mores ingredients from the end cap you’re standing in front of, tossing them into your shopping cart. “For two adults, it looks like we’re buying for a bunch of kids about to enter into a sugar coma.”

“Look — we’ve had a stressful day,” you huff out, pushing the cart further down the aisle, “we’ve earned s’mores and snacks. Plus we need it for the rest of our trip. I saw a coffee shop next door too. I’ll buy it. I feel bad you drove all the way to the city, only to leave again.”

“If I have coffee now, I’ll never fall asleep,” he exhales, shoulder brushing yours as you meander through the aisle, snatching a package of water bottles for the car off a pallet. “I do think we should grab breakfast tomorrow morning. Maybe do a little touristy stop before heading back to Hawkins. What do you think?”

Time alone with Steve? Time you haven’t had in way too long, if you’re being honest with yourself. Even now, standing in the store with him, getting gas with him before that, you realize just how much you’ve missed your best friend. Things like this, so banal and generally uninteresting, have you smiling until your cheeks hurt, brimming to overflow with excitement.

It’s an easy choice, really. “Sounds perfect.”

——

One room. There’s only one room with a single bed left in the whole damn hotel. You suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise, because nothing has really turned out how you anticipated today.

Still, you ask the woman at the front desk again, and she arches a brow in confusion — likely assuming you and Steve are already having marital issues merely hours after you tied the knot. There’s no use explaining it to any more people tonight. For now, you’re a newlywed, and Steve is your doting groom.

“Not like we’ve never shared a bed before.”

Steve’s voice is a low rumble near your ear as you stare at your distorted reflection in the silver wall of the elevator across from you. The thing is you have shared a bed with Steve numerous times over the years. As teenagers, when you often snuck over to Steve’s, after your parents left for business trip after business trip. He’d leave the window unlatched, a hand there to grab you as you scaled his trellis, blankets already pulled back on your side of the bed.

But for some reason this feels different. Hours ago you’d been engaged to another man — hours ago, after you’d caught said man in an affair, you’d only had one thought. And it had been this man standing before you; though then again, it had always been that way.

Steve Harrington, your beautiful best friend with a big personality and even bigger heart. Steve Harrington, the one that you always wanted, but also the one that never was.

With a steely sigh of resignation, you watch as Steve swipes the key card, flicking the light on in the doorway. It’s a simple room, not the upscale hotels you’re accustomed to. There are no lavish furnishings, no glittering chandeliers. Instead you’re met with a dresser and a dilapidated television. Against the back wall is a bed, the linens starchy beneath your fingertips, though you suppose they’ll have to do.

Steve whistles, glancing up at the popcorn ceilings. “Could be worse, right?” It’s an awkward chuckle, his hands reaching down to undo the buttons around his arms, hair on his chest visible a moment later as he unbuttons the top of his dress shirt. “Shit — just realized we don’t have any clothes. Should have stopped somewhere.”

“It’s fine,” you tell him, because he’s seen you in nearly every state of undress at this point.

In bathing suits over the summer, sitting atop his bathroom sink in your bra after Billy Hargrove had shoved you particularly hard at the Starcourt mall while under possession, your ribs scraped against the hard ground. And you’d seen him the same, beaten and bloodied after his altercation with Jonathan, after the Russians had taken him for questioning and beaten him to a bloody pulp, after the events with Vecna that had left his skin raw and battered.

Though you suppose this is a little different, as it’s the first time he’s going to be undressing you, despite being under different circumstances than those you dreamed of throughout the years. Fantasies you’ve long pushed aside in the catacombs of your mind, to be filed away as ‘things that’ll never happen since he’s your childhood best friend.’

Your fingers tremble as you turn in front of him, exhaling deeply as you mutter out, “I can’t reach the buttons. Could you…please?”

There’s a sense of awareness that settles over you as he approaches from behind. Broad, battle-calloused hands rest at the nape of your neck, drifting lower where they settle on the endless row of buttons there. His breath prickles along your skin, those nimble fingers of his toying with that first button, his inhale shaky as he undoes another, and then another, and another. With each button, more flesh is revealed, the ghost of his touching a phantom along your spine, the dress starting to sag around your breasts, your hands coming up to cup the gown close to your chest.

Steve’s eyes meet yours in the mirror affixed to the wall in front of you — hazel, and sparkling in the ethereal moonlight that pours through the softly parted curtains, tinged with an emotion you can’t quite put a name to. A deep exhale falls from gently parted lips as his knuckles drag along your spine, a delicate line that stops once he reaches the base, freeing you from the last of the buttons. White tulle drops to the ground beneath you, toes kicking it out of the way, leaving you standing there in a cream nightgown, lace detailing around the edges hugging the sumptuous curves of your breasts.

Steve’s throat bobs, clearly not wholly unaffected by all of this, as he peers at you. Your feet carry you backward toward the bed, legs curling beneath your form as Steve moves to unbutton his own shirt, tossing it haphazardly into the corner once it’s free from his torso. He’s the same and different than you remember. All broad chested, a dusting of hair along his upper body, a line from his naval down beneath the dark pants hugging a pair of toned thighs. Scars line his sides where the demobats had bitten into his flesh, his shredded back a tapestry of markings that catch your eye as he walks around the opposite side of the bed and slips in beside you. You avert your eyes, trying to not draw attention to the fact you’ve been ogling, ignoring that simmering ache low in your belly that forms.

If he notices you staring, he says nothing, only settling down on the mattress and shifting so his thighs brush your hips, his head resting on a pillow as he gazes at your profile.

Rolling onto your side, you reach over and trail your fingers along the forearm he tucks under his head, thumb running gentle stripes along the width of it. “Thanks for saving me today.”

“You know I’ll always be there for you,” he whispers back, reaching over your form to turn off the bedside lamp. “Always.”

——

Stones knock against the bedroom window. Rouse you from bed. Head poking up from your pillow, you wander over to the windowsill, hand covering your heart as Steve’s head appears in the opening, body practically thumping against the floor in his hastiness.

Broad palms settle on your biceps, the backs of your thighs pressing into your mattress as he leads you to sit down, hazel eyes meeting yours. Your fingers reach up to glide over his chest — to feel the rapid thump of his heart in his chest.

He’s real.

He’s here.

After worrying for days that something has gotten him too, he’s right here in the flesh.

Alive.

“I saw the news,” you gasp out, swallowing the harsh knot growing in the back of your throat, “Do they really think Eddie Munson did it? Do they really think he killed Chrissy? Fred? Steve, what’s going on? Is it the Upside Down? Let me help you.”

“It’s bad this time. Like — like really bad.” His fingers touch along your temples, poking and prodding, gauging your reaction. Your only reaction, however, is to grip at his wrists, fingers bracelets around his pulse points, head tilting to the side. “Are you in pain anywhere?”

“Steve, I’m fine,” you reassure him, pushing forward to loop your arms around his waist. To push him back against the bed so he can settle down a bit, his thighs against yours. “Your heart is racing. What’s wrong? I’m coming to help next time —”

“You’re not helping this time. Last time was a mistake.”

You’d been driving in the rain one evening back in July and saw Max and El walking on the streets, looking a little dejected, and ended up peering in the window at the Holloway’s when something had gone wrong and demanded the girls tell you what was going on — especially when you were El’s tutor and she usually told you everything. Once you’d found out Steve was missing too, all bets had been off the table for staying out of whatever was bump in the night.

He rolls over onto his side, hand coming up to cup your cheek, smothering your grimace under the softness of his touch. “I can’t…I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you.”

“Steve.”

Your hand rests over his, eyes boring into his, noting the flush on his cheeks, the glittering lower line of his lashes. Whatever this is, whatever he’s dealing with…the weight is crushing him, and your heart breaks with the immensity it.

His fingers reach over to grasp at your Walkman laying on the bedside table beside your bed. He drops it down onto the mattress between the two of you, a pleading look in those hazel depths.

“Put your favorite song on loop. Keep batteries on you at all times, and keep the headphones nearby until I tell you it’s safe.” Your mouth opens to speak, but he continues, “Please, just trust me. It’s safer for you this way. People are dying.”

“Let me help, Ste —”

“Please,” he begs, dropping his forehead against yours, “just trust me, okay?”

You nod, and in the morning, as you start to feel your body coming to wake, his fingers trace your temple. Like he’s trying to memorize every detail, the calluses on his fingers from years of baseball soothing your soul.

“I love you,” he whispers, like he always does.

I love you, in the way he loves Dustin and Robin or any of the other kids.

I love you, in the way he’s loved you since you were eleven.

I love you, in the way you always tell one another you do.

I love you, in the way he always has, but not in the way you always wished he would.

“I love you,” he says once more, and you slip back into sleep.

——

Went to try and find us some clothes. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. Be back soon. - Love, Steve.

With a yawn, you roll over in bed, clutching the note to your chest. It smells like your best friend — that warm vanilla scent with something minty beneath. Comforting and completely him. The space beside you is still warm, the imprint of his body a reminder that he’d even been there at all. Popcorn ceilings meet your field of vision as you flip onto your back, holding aloft your left hand, light coming through the window catching on the glittering diamond there.

“Never thought you were one for a rock that needs an insurance policy,” Steve teases, appearing in the doorway with bags of clothes and other products in hand. “Then again, never thought you’d marry a guy named Clark. What is he, Spider-Man?”

“You mean Superman?”

He shoots a mocking glare your way and settles down beside you on the bed, pulling out various articles of clothing.

“It’s not designer, I hope that’s fine.” You shove at him lightly. He’s gone with a pair of black leggings and a chestnut colored sweater for you, along with a pair of boots that’ll be nice for the fall weather outside. “I eyed the shoe size. Hope they fit.” The shoes are a size too big, but they’ll work, and you laugh as he pulls out a bra and a pair of underwear. His eyes narrow a bit your way, “Just wanted to make sure I covered all the bases. I already got judged enough at the store by the cashier, so do not even go there right now.”

You snicker, tucking the clothes against your chest gratefully. Honestly, nothing sounds better than a new pair of comfortable clothes, ready to be rid of the flimsy dress dancing along your thighs.

“This is perfect,” you tell him honestly. Steve himself went for something similar — a pair of dark blue jeans, a black sweater, and a pair of simple shoes. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it,” he says, stopping you from reaching for your wallet. “You couldn’t exactly walk around in your dirty wedding dress for another day.”

“Yeah, but you’ve already done too much for me —”

“You’re my best friend. Stop acting like you’re inconveniencing me. I asked for this. Plus we haven’t hung out much in…oh, I don’t know, two or three years? That’s a lot of lost time to make up for.” As your features soften at his words, he adds, “Now hurry up and get dressed. There’s a diner around the block that looks nice enough and I’m starving.”

——

Fifteen.

You’re fifteen and it’s a dare.

Tommy and Carol think it’s funny.

Seven minutes in heaven with Steve Harrington.

The room is silent, all eyes on you. And maybe it’s the cheap liquor stolen from Steve’s parent’s expensive cabinet running through your system, but when Carol points at you and laughs that you won’t do it, you grip Steve by the collar of his shirt and stomp off to the nearby coat closet.

Steve’s breathless behind you, body thumping yours as you both stumble inside and the door is shut. Without hesitation, you tug on the rope chain connected to a single lightbulb and squint as your eyes adjust to the orange glow radiating off Steve’s golden skin, flushed by the summer sun.

“Time is ticking and we don’t hear kissing!” Tommy cackles, though it’s muffled through the wooden door separating you from the rest of Steve’s guests.

The rest of the room dissolves into fits of giggles, drowned out by the harsh thump of your heart pounding in your ears. The light flickers up above, and part of you wonders if it’s the only imperfection in the Harrington home. Something so trivial, and yet it distracts you from this nerve wracking moment, in this closet, with this boy.

“I’ve — I never…” you babble, feeling your chest heat, embarrassment choking off the rest of your words. “So, like, if we…do this…I don’t really know what I’m doing. And I think if I’m going to get it out of the way, I’d want it to be with someone I trust, and there’s no one I trust more than you. So, like, why not, right?”

Steve’s grinning. A goofy little thing that grows as he steps a little closer, one of his palms curling around your hips, toying with the belt loop on your jean shorts. “You want me to kiss you, hmm?”

Steve’s different now. He’s grown in the four years you’ve known him. He’s handsome, not that he hasn’t always been. But there’s more of him now. His chest is broader, his hair is longer, he’s popular now. By default, you are too. None of that has ever mattered; as long as you have him, you’re happy. But it’s at fifteen that you really understand the love you feel for him isn’t wholly platonic. In fact, the older you get, the more time you spend with him…it only solidifies in your heart that whatever his soul is made up of sings to your own.

It’s equal parts surreal and terrifying.

“Hey…hey,” Steve whispers, voice a coo that he only reserves for you, “what’s the pout for?”

“You’re teasing me,” you tell him, tipping your head up a bit, the fire in your eyes clashing with the worry in his, “and I already told you I’m nervous. You only have one first kiss and I —”

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I'm being an asshole. Let me start over again, yeah?”

You nod, swallowing thickly as he lifts a hand and cups your cheek. The pad of his thumb runs over your bottom lip, parts you for him gently. Shaky breath skitters along your bottom lip, heart thrashing wildly behind your sternum as he takes another step closer and tilts his head down a bit, the warmth of him permeating your thin tank top when his chest brushes yours.

“It��s just me,” he breathes out, noting your trembling, taking another step closer.

His hips bump yours and linger, all the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. A steady beat of ‘kiss me, kiss me, kiss me’ in time with their wings throbs in your blood.

Steve’s thumb strokes back and forth against your lip, drags it down further as your breath mingles in the middle, as you lean up onto your toes and meet him there, humming into his flesh.

The space between you shrinks and he’s there, warm and gentle against your flesh. You barely have time to register the fact he’s kissing you, because a knock sounds from the other side of the door, signaling your time is up. Both of you jolt apart, a little breathless, your hand coming up to rest against your mouth. He swallows thickly and opens the door, the closet awash in bright light, and though he seems mostly unaffected, a solid realization drops into your gut.

You’ve never loved anyone before, and maybe people will say you’re ‘too young’ to know anything about it, but you know with absolute certainty you love Steve Harrington.

——

Steve’s beaming because you’re glowing. Practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wander through the park you’d stumbled upon shortly after breakfast, shoes crinkling against fallen leaves as you kick them into the air, glee personified. He wishes he had a camera, if only to capture the way you look right now. You, with your head tipped up to the sky, arms out at your sides, catching the small droplets of rain that began falling only minutes ago on your upturned palms.

He’s already suggested heading back to the car and getting on the road for the remainder of the trip to Hawkins, but the more it rains the happier you seem. As though you’re shedding your old life, a little lighter than you had been hours ago.

He hates that Clark’s ring is still on your finger, especially when he feels the way he does simply looking at you in this moment, but he can only imagine the enormity of the emotions welling in your system. You walked out on your family and your marriage; he knows your family, and knows what consequences might come from your actions.

Maybe you need a moment before popping the bubble and accepting fate? And who is he to hinder your joy? He’d spend every day trying to get you to smile like you are right now, having done so all the years of your friendship, only now it twists his gut tight. A harsh coil, curling around his esophagus, robbing him of his voice and air.

“I love how free and open everything feels here,” you tell him, practically skipping over to his side, shoulder brushing his. “I’ve been in the city so long I forgot what it’s like.”

He knows exactly what you mean. It’s quiet here. Peaceful. For a moment he can pretend you two are the only people in the world. “And soon you’ll be back in Hawkins,” he says, curling an arm around your shoulders, tucking you in close. “Are you excited?”

“A little nervous to see everyone,” you admit, resting your head against his shoulder. “It’s been…”

“Almost three years since you visited.”

He’d come to visit you in the city, on weekends where he could get away and book a plane ticket. But even then, he’d only see you for a weekend at a time. Nothing like before, when you’d spend nearly every day with him, and then once Robin joined the picture, she’d become the third part of your trio.

He can’t wait to have the both of you back together in the same state again.

There is so much he already imagines doing, places he wants to show you, things he wants to share with you.

“Everyone misses you, though,” he reassures you, hating the way your features drop when you whirl around to face him, the amber leaves wrinkling around the edges of your shoes. “They’re going to be so excited. Swear.”

“Pinky promise?” You hold out the sad little pinky, eyes leveling with his.

“We haven’t done one of these since we were seventeen when you asked me to teach you how to parallel park and promised to write my science paper if I helped you pass —”

“Yeah, because I failed the road test and was the only one in our class to not pass on the first try. It was embarrassing.” And you’d been miserable about it. Made it everyone’s problem. He’d thought it cute, the way you’d ripped Tommy H to shreds when he said it was okay you failed because Steve could always chauffeur you around, and you’d flipped the guy off with your favorite finger to throw his way.

Still, he curls his finger around yours and grins, “How do you feel about getting on the road? If we leave now, we should be in Hawkins by dinner time. Maybe we can bother Eddie for a free drink. You know he owns the Hideout now? Expanded it, so it’s a restaurant too now. The owner had passed and trusted Eddie would take care of it. Everyone’s really proud of him.”

You don’t. He’s never told you. It happened the past year, and with Clark entering your life, communication had dwindled a bit. He tried to hide his upset with those first few phone calls. Tried to pretend he never noticed how you’d spoken quicker, as though you were trying to speed up your catch up sessions, as though someone were looking over your shoulder.

It hurt to have the little bits he got to keep of you — the parts he liked to think were for himself — cut even shorter.

Things are different now, he reminds himself. You’re here, with him, heading back to Hawkins.

But for how long…that weary part in the back of his soul whispers. Just as quickly as he has you back, he knows he can lose you now. The thought alone stirs dread within him.

“Do you mind if we stop at a phone booth first? I want to call my family. Make sure they at least know I’m okay.” You’re already gesturing to the booths he can see in the nearby distance, hidden under a halo of golden and flame colored leaves dancing on tree branches.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He knows them. He knows it’ll be anything but civil conversation.

He watches a grimace flutter across your features. “I think I owe at least that to them.”

——

Calling is a mistake. A huge, unfathomable mistake. The phone booth rests on the outskirts of the park, leaves falling to the ground around you, the fall chill in the air adding to the drop in temperature once you step beneath the awning and dial the number you know by heart.

Steve remains behind you, a comforting hand on your shoulder you accept by lacing your own fingers atop his. There’s a quick greeting, a simple ‘hi’ that spills out from you in a nervous rush, and then the phone blares to life. What feels like dozens of voices burst on the other end. You can hear your father shouting in the distance when your mother says who is calling.

Clark’s voice also appears in the background, and you wonder why he’s with them. It’s not like you ever spent much time with him outside of family obligations.

The relationship had been a ruse, a predisposed desire foisted upon you both by affluent families in want of furthering their ‘prestigious bloodlines,’ a result of societal pressures becoming too much. Many had insisted many married for less, that these arrangements were more common than you were led to believe, that love wasn’t afforded to people ‘like you.’ You hated it — hated all that it stood for.

Your relationship with Clark had never been deeply emotional or physical. A kiss on the brow or a peck on the lips for appearances sake, but you never allowed him near your heart. He was a friend, sure; someone you could talk to, could vent to — but that was all it ever had been.

You were merely upholding the optics your families expected of you both. The plan all along had been to eventually separate after Clark received his promotion within your father’s practice, and you obtained your inheritance before finally deciding what you wanted to do with your own life. Figured it was the least owed after throwing away everything you once knew to play a role you detested as a ‘perfect daughter’ to one of the largest plastic surgeons in the country.

“Where are you?” your father demands, voice a gruff bark, “You must have some grand explanation for walking out and throwing the thousands of dollars I threw into your wedding away.”

“I’m safe,” you tell them, smiling softly to yourself as Steve’s fingers squeeze tight around your shoulder.

“Don’t think we didn’t see you run out with Harrington's son. I had the venue pull the security footage —”

“With Steven?” your mother gasps. “You didn’t tell me that, dear.”

“If this is some affair, you and Clark will deal with it in couple’s counseling. I expect you back here this instant, young lady. I did not raise you the way I did just for you to run back to that hell in a handbasket town —”

“I need time away,” you say, a little bite to your tone you don’t expect, heart hammering away, “I don’t know how long. But I need this, okay?”

“Sweetheart.” Clark’s voice pours through the receiver. It’s fake, you know it’s fake. All appearances because he knows his promotion is in jeopardy. He can’t be sole heir of your father’s practice without the wife needed to secure the deal. “Let’s think rationally here. Come back home, I miss you. Please, my love.”

Steve stiffens behind you, his ear having lowered down to the earpiece. You shake your head and he softens when you tug him nearer by his sweater, relishing in the warmth of his body to block out the cold.

“I only wanted to call to tell you all that I'm okay. And I’m okay. I promise.” Voices start to rise in volume, but the phone slams against the holder and the line grows dead, ready for the next caller. Fingers rise to pinch at the bridge of your nose. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill out. Steve opens his mouth to speak, but you offer a stiff shake of the head, murmuring, “Can we just…go? I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Y-yeah,” he stutters, sliding a hand down to take yours in his, pulling you from the phone booth. You follow listlessly behind, free hand toying with the edge of your sweater. For someone who always takes up a room with her personality, you seem so small now. Deflated. He hates it. Hates that they hold this power over you, knowing he escaped the same thing years ago now and never looked back. “I love how they still think I’m some shitstain on my family legacy even after all these years. Kind of funny, right, seeing how those people are so miserable, and yet for the first time in my life I’m actually happy.”

You laugh at the blasé nature of his words. He always knows what to say to make you laugh, always has. “I’m glad one of us is.”

He stops, whirling around to cup both your shoulders. “You’ll figure it out too. This will all blow over. It’ll be okay. Do you want me to take you back home?”

The word sinks deep in the pit of your stomach. Home. Is it home, though?

“No,” you mumble, sounding a little forlorn, “no, I want to stay with you.”

“Okay, well…I have one rule when we get back into the car.” His hair dances along his brow as a stray wind picks up. There’s a shadow of stubble along his jaw, and the urge to run your fingers along that new part of him rises up within you. Head tilting to the side curiously at his words, he continues, “Your life back in the city? Doesn’t exist right now, okay? All of that — leave it right here on this walkway. Think you can do that for me?”

You nod, the city laid there to rest on that sidewalk in the middle of Powell, Ohio.

——

Steve visits the first winter after you leave Hawkins. Feels a little out of place as he appears at your parent’s doorway, holding out a bottle of wine he grabbed from a supermarket, in a suit that he knows is ill fitted on his body because he borrowed it from Eddie Munson. Your home is huge; towering white walls, marble floors, a sprawling staircase. But it’s cold and it’s empty and feels empty, without memories to fill it.

Not like your home back in Hawkins, where he spent his days laying on your bed as you studied, or on the couch watching movies, legs tangled in blankets, chairs set around to make silly forts. He misses baking in the kitchen — or rather you baking, while he prattles on about anything that comes to mind as you tossed ingredients together with love and care.

His heart swells as you rush forward, practically leaping into his arms, perfect as you’ve always been. All beaming smiles, melodious laughter, and that incomparable beauty that radiates from within you.

You feel like home — like his; and yet, you’ve always felt that way.

But you’re here and he’s in Hawkins and you’re miles apart now.

And the way your father pulls him to the side after dinner for a not-so-innocent glass of whiskey outside reminds him exactly of that.

“This childhood crush you have — I always thought the two of you would grow out of it. But it’s clear that is not the case.” It’s a dark sound, a sound that has Steve swallowing thickly, fingers tightening around his glass. “We allowed it for as long as we did because it was good for the two of you. Having friends in that town. These are the people my daughter needs to be around. Her peers, her friends, people that she can grow with.”

Steve swallows again. It’s not unlike the conversations he’s had with his own father before his parents left Hawkins. ‘You’re not good enough for her, you’re not good enough in general, you should have scored that hoop, should have won that baseball game, should have gotten better grades, should have joined the family business.’

Should have, should have, should have.

“I love your daughter, sir.”

He’s always dreamed of telling you first. But the moment was never right, sometimes you’d be dating someone, or he would be. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if your feelings were the same. If he learned anything from the knock on his head thanks to Nancy Wheeler, it was that life only passed you by if you waited.

The older man leans back on his chair and sips his drink, the air bitingly frigid, and yet Steve feels hot beneath his clothing. Can feel every wrinkle of fabric against his slick skin. “You know I can’t allow that.”

“Not to be disrespectful, sir, but she’s her own person —”

“That may be true. She has her free will, and both of us are well aware how stubborn she can be, but sometimes that clouds her judgment —” Steve’s mouth opens, but he’s cut off, “What will you be able to provide her? Where are you working these days? That movie shop?”

“I’m — ah —”

“If you were to marry her, how would you provide for your home? For your children, should you have any?”

Steve flounders on the spot. He has his job, and maybe it doesn’t pay what he would like, but he’s also taken up working side jobs with a local contractor. Has started learning how to build, how to fix, has started remodeling Hopper’s old home that he bought off of him when he married Joyce. It’s a fixer upper, but it’s one of the few things he has that he can fully say are his and his alone.

Maybe he doesn’t have everything now, but in a few years…

“Imagine in a few years. You might make her happy now, but what if she wakes up one day and realizes love isn’t enough? When the bills come in and finances are tight — it creates a strain on a relationship, a stress that I don’t think your childhood whims can even sustain. Not forever, at least. She’s used to this.” He waves his hands to the lavish home you live in. “All she knows is this.”

And he cannot measure up. He can’t provide this. Will never be able to reach this unimaginable wealth. Can’t take you to fancy five-star restaurants, still drives the car he’s had for years now, lives in a home that doesn’t have fully functional windows. A home where when it rains he lays out buckets to catch the water droplets that dribble inside through the roof that still needs a ton of love. He has no pension, no fancy 401k, and the barest of savings to his name.

Not enough, he’s not enough, not good enough.

It’s the words that are unsaid that speak the loudest.

He understands immediately what the older man means.

He’s not enough for you.

He’d never been enough for his own family, so why did he assume this would be any different?

“I know I cannot tell you what to do,” the man across from Steve says, a smug grin across his lips that has his blood running cold, “but I would like to make it very clear you will not have my blessing in the matter. Is that understood?”

Steve says nothing, because the door slides open and you’re there in your sparkly dinner dress that likely costs more than what he makes in a week. The differences in your classes have never been so firmly drawn in the sand. You take his hand and urge him inside, smiling at him like he hung the moon, and your father presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Steve, remember what we talked about, son.”

And he’s gone, but his words remain. Swirling, swirling, swirling around inside Steve’s mind. Like little crystalline shards, little daggers, that sink into his skin and twist. Barbs, tangling within him, leaving him reeling and aching.

“Hey,” you whisper softly, brows furrowing, hands cupping his cheeks. “Hey, are you okay?”

You’re warm, stroking his skin so comfortingly, and he smiles down at you, forces it onto his face for your sake. “I’m okay,” he lies, but though you frown a bit at his reply, you smile weakly when he adds, “Missed you, that’s all.”

“There’s a movie playing tonight that I think you’d like. Come with? For old times sake?” Hopeful. You sound so hopeful.

“Sure,” he says hollowly, the mantra of ‘not good enough’ echoing impossibly loud as you walk him down the hall.

——

The rain falls harder now. Thicker droplets that drop against the windshield, little tracks like tears falling down the glass, pushed away a moment later by wipers.

You tug your thighs up closer to your chest, head nodding along to the song playing on the radio. Steve seems far away — lost in thoughts that form a haze over his eyes. Moments ago you’d run your fingers over the backs of his knuckles and he’d offered you a smile, but that wouldn’t do.

“This mountain I must climb,” you sing out, filling the car with your off-key notes, “feels like a world upon my shoulders.”

“What are you doing?” Steve chuckles, head turning your way. There’s a nervousness about him that feels unfamiliar. A conscientiousness that’s usually not there when it comes to him.

Trying to break him out of whatever spell he’s in, your hand splays out, clutching at the sleeve of his sweater dramatically, waving his arm in the air.

“Through the clouds I see love shine —” Another grand swirl of your free hand, and a laugh bursts from him. “It keeps me warm as life grows colder. Come on, Steve!”

“In my life, there’s been heartache and pain,” he mumbles beside you, thumb tap-tapping against the steering wheel. From where you’re sitting, you can see the twitch of his lips, the corners climbing upward. “I don't know if I can face it again.”

You both break into a fit of giggles as the next lines come through the speakers. And then, with your hand against your heart and his waving out in a flourish that teasingly thumps your chest you both cry out in equally as horrendous voices, “I wanna know what love iiiiis. I want you to show meee.”

You turn to face him, staring intently in his eyes, both of you wailing from deep within your bellies, “I wanna feel what love is. I know you can show meee.”

Your head falls against his shoulder, both your shoulders shaking as the song continues around you, eyes following the tracks of the raindrops spilling onto the glass. Comforting, it’s comforting and feels like home.

The chorus blares again and you catch Steve mouthing the words to the song, his eyes a little misty, your heart splintering down the middle.

Trying to break the quiet tension in the car, you tease, “Is that a tear in your eye I see, Steve Harrington?”

He shoves you lightly, though he makes no effort to move you from his shoulder, sniffling noisily. “Shut up.”

“It’s an emotional song. I don’t blame you,” you giggle airily, looping an arm around his waist, the gearshift digging into your middle. You’re about to ask him what has him in his thoughts just as a rectangular object flashes by your side of the car. “Oh! Was that the —”

“Welcome to Hawkins,” he says softly, your head whipping behind you to catch the back of the sign declaring your entrance to your childhood town.

“I’m back?” You breathe out, nose nearly pressing up against the windshield, despite Steve trying to pull you into your seat by the back of your sweater. “Steve?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles breathily, “you’re home.”

“Home.” Endless rows of lush trees fly by, the rumble of distant thunder drowning out the Foreigner song blaring through Steve’s stereo system. “It’s been so long. Still kinda smells.”

“Definitely still smells over here,” he admits, finally managing to get you to rest back against your seat. “Calm down, you dork.”

Wrinkling your nose at him, you suddenly jump, clapping his forearm rapidly with your excited palm. “Oh my gosh — I get to finally see your place!”

“You get to stay at my place too,” he muses, smirking in a way that has your toes curling a bit in your shoes.

You watch as familiar buildings come into view. Different than they were before the town had been devastated by Vecna, but they're all the same. He winds down roads with names you can still remember, weaving along streets until making his way down the path toward where you knew Hopper’s old cabin to be. Only as you pull up, glancing out the window up at the beautiful trees above, it’s much different than you remember. Gorgeous, nestled away as it is in the middle of one of the most peaceful places in all of Hawkins. Larger and triangular on top, with wide windows and a wrap around deck. Beneath a wooden awning are two wooden chairs, facing your direction. A porch light glows with a yellow light, illuminating the deck and the car just feet away from where Steve parked.

“Were you expecting company?” You push the clasp of your seatbelt free, grabbing your things and pushing the passenger side door open. Leaves crinkle and crunch beneath your feet as you step out, rain droplets falling onto your head.

“Looks like Eddie is still here. That’s his fiancée’s car.”

“Eddie’s here.” He nods at your query, stepping in closer, arm there to loop around your shoulders. “Your home…it’s so much different than it was. It’s — it’s amazing, Steve.”

“Figured it needed some remodeling, seeing as monsters had ripped through it.” He grins to himself at your compliment, though, pride radiating off of his form. “It does look pretty great, doesn’t it? I’m proud of it. Mr. Lafferty gets all the credit. He taught me everything I know.”

“Mr. Lafferty…” The name sounds familiar. He’d been one of the few carpenters in town.

“He passed away a few months ago.” Steve grimaces. “But he helped a ton. We expanded the place, added some rooms, and updated it. It’s…well, it’s home.”

“Show me?”

He nods, pulling you along the makeshift walkway beside him. Rocks shift and move as you follow him, shoes tapping against the wooden steps leading to the front door. Steve pushes it open and you’re greeted with high ceilings, wooden beams along the walls, a fireplace set in the far right corner, two gray couches nearby with a wooden table in the middle of the space. There’s a television in the corner, and set back against the far wall is the open kitchen area.

“You are…not at a wedding,” Eddie murmurs, appearing from within the refrigerator, open beer can in hand. “Thought you were getting hitched.”

“Decided marriage wasn’t for me,” you laugh, rushing forward to slam into the man, sighing happily into his chest as arms loop low around your waist. “But Steve tells me you’re getting married.”

“Yeah, somehow tricked a girl into saying yes,” he chuckles, taking a step back to look at you. “You look great.”

“You do too!” His scars look faded by time now, his hair longer than you remember, earring twinkling behind those dark curls of his. “And who is this?”

There, on a little mat in the corner of the kitchen, is a little orange kitten. It peers up at you with honey colored eyes, a little nervous as it pads closer to Eddie. The metalhead scoops the kitten in hand, little kitten limbs spilling over his forearm.

“This is my nephew, Garfield,” Eddie says, rubbing at a tiny furry ear. “Steve found him behind the Hideout. I managed to convince him to keep it. Poor guy is out here living all on his own, it was only a matter of time before he started talking to the trees. As his best friend, I needed to look out for him, you know? So I figured talking to a cat would be more acceptable.”

“Very funny, asshole.” Steve plucks the kitten from his friend, holding it between the two of you. Your eager fingers reach out to pet it, the little head tilting upward to maximize chin scratches, a rumbly purr vibrating against your fingertips. “You fed him?”

“Fed him, cleaned up after him. By the time you have human babies, I’ll be a pro.” Eddie clapped his best friend on the back, giving you another hug. “I should get back. Promised Abi I would grab pizza on the way home. I’ll see you both around. Enjoy your night, kids.”

His ringed fingers waggle and your cheeks burn. “Oh, it’s not like —”

He offers a parting bow and slips out the door, his boots thundering on the front steps, leaving you alone in Steve’s home. Alone again, you take another glance about the space, noting the staircase against the opposite wall.

Raising a finger in the air, you ask, “Your cabin has a second floor?”

“Yeah.” He nods, jerking his head in the direction of the stairs. “Come on.”

Following him, you walk the few stairs leading to his bedroom, taking in the large king bed set against more windows that bleed moonlight into the otherwise dark space, the tan and cream pillows piled high against a dark comforter, his closet in the corner. There’s a woven basket in one corner, various plaid and knitted blankets poking out. To your left is what he tells you is the bathroom, door closed for now.

Even without the fire presently burning in the fireplace, the home feels warm. Like something Steve has put his heart and soul into to make it exactly what he envisioned. Proud doesn’t even start to touch the emotions welling up within you for the man.

All of this. He’s done all of this in the years since you’ve been gone.

“So, uh, you can use the bed? I have a ton of blankets, so I can always sleep on the couch. For however long you want to stay.”

“Steve, no.” He arches a brow. “This is your home. You didn’t plan on hosting. You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Or…” Steve places Garfield down on the edge of the bed, the kitten curling up into a content ball, paws kneading into the comforter below. “we just…share? Again, nothing we’ve never done before. Just like the thousands of other times we’ve done it.”

“I mean. Hell, we did that last night too.” You shrug, because he’s not wrong to suggest simply sharing again.

“Exactly.” Steve watches as you walk around his bedroom, taking in the sights. “I got you pajamas. They’re in the car, so I’ll just have to run out and grab them quickly. We can go shopping for more stuff in the morning. If you’re…planning on staying for a bit.”

“Yeah…I mean, I haven’t thought about for how long, and I don’t want to put you out for longer than I —”

“You can stay however long you need to. Or want to. Not a problem.” Steve clears his throat, hand coming up to run along the back of his neck.

“Okay.” You nod.

“Okay,” he echoes.

That’s that.

And later, as you both curl up beneath the blankets, Garfield lying comfortably near Steve’s feet, you whisper into the darkness.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

You can feel him in the bed behind you. There’s enough distance between you that it feels like a chasm, though.

“I’m cold.”

He exhales a yawn. “Do you want me to throw more logs on the fire?”

“No…” You shift backward a little, your frigid feet touching his warmer ones. “Can you, uh…get closer? Like when we were younger.”

Bandaged knees. Summer slick skin. The smell of sunblock in the air. Bodies huddled together, legs tangled and arms wound right. Nights where you fell asleep against him on the couch during winter, his heartbeat a lullaby. Laying under the stars at Lover’s Lake, losing track of time, and having to rush back home as the sun set to get ready for school, his hair a wreck. Images flicker in your mind, memories of times long ago.

It feels different now. Changed, as his body sidles in closer, a muscular arm coming to curl low around your waist. A hum pours from you as he tugs you against his chest, the feeling of his breath at the back of your neck a comfort that has your head nuzzling further into a fluffy pillow.

“Is this good?” he asks, resting his forehead against the back of your head, the rumble of his chest vibrating along your spine.

“Perfect.”

And as his breathing slows and he starts to drift off to sleep, you can’t help but to think about how warm he feels. About how easy it would be to lose yourself in this fantasy — of staying here, in this home, with the person you love.

Therein lies your problem.

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I'LL RACE YA! - C. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY: At a backyard pool party, Christopher's playful challenge leads to a moment of intimacy with Y/N, transforming their five-year friendship into a newfound romantic connection.

CONTENTS: best friends to lovers trope, smut, unprotected piv (think twice!), pool sex, semi-public sex, idk what else

WORDS: 1.2k

"You're going to chicken out again, aren't you?" Christopher teased, tossing a beach ball into the air. Y/N rolled her eyes. "Maybe." She adjusted her sunglasses, leaning back on the pool chair.

The sun blazed overhead, casting a warm glow over the backyard pool party. Y/N and Christopher had been playing this game of 'will they, won't they' for what felt like forever. Five years of friendship, five years of unspoken feelings, and five years of never making a move. It was as predictable as the sunset that painted the sky with streaks of pink and orange.

The party was in full swing, with laughter and splashes echoing through the night. The twinkle lights strung around the pool flickered like distant stars, and the smell of BBQ wafted from the grill. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she watched Christopher's muscles ripple under his t-shirt as he playfully threw the ball to his brothers.

As the last guest said their goodbyes, Christopher's triplet brothers finally took the hint and disappeared inside, leaving the two of them alone by the water. The silence was deafening, the kind that makes you aware of every breath you take. Y/N felt the heat of the day slowly give way to the cool evening breeze, sending shivers down her spine.

Christopher turned to her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Race you to the deep end?"

Y/N nodded, her stomach doing somersaults. This was it. The moment she had been both dreading and hoping for. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to happen.

They both dove into the water, the cool liquid enveloping them as they raced through the shimmering pool. The sound of their strokes echoed in the quiet night, the only competition the occasional frog croaking in the nearby bushes. Y/N felt her heart pound in her chest, not just from the exertion, but from the electricity that seemed to be building between them.

As they reached the deep end, Christopher's hand brushed against hers. Instead of pulling away, he latched onto it, their eyes meeting under the water's surface. Time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words and desires. The tension grew, a silent dance of curiosity and attraction that neither could ignore.

Suddenly, Christopher pulled her closer, their bodies colliding under the water. The touch was unexpected, sending a jolt through Y/N's body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and they surfaced together, gasping for air. The world around them faded away as their eyes searched each other's for answers to questions they had been too afraid to ask.

Their faces were just inches apart, the warmth of their breaths mingling in the cool night air. The air was charged with anticipation, and without another word, Christopher leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and tentative at first, as if he was afraid she would pull away, but when she didn't, he deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around her.

Y/N felt like she was floating, the sensation of his lips against hers making her head spin. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but the reality was so much more intense than she could have ever imagined. The water around them seemed to bubble with excitement, their bodies moving together in a silent ballet of passion.

Christopher broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

Y/N's heart raced. "Yeah," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

They shared a knowing smile, the kind that says more than any words could. The air between them crackled with a newfound intimacy, and as they sank back into the water, their bodies entwined, they knew that this night would change everything.

Christopher's hands slid down Y/N's back, caressing the curve of her waist before settling on her hips. He gently pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match. The water lapped at their skin as they kissed again, deeper and more urgent than before. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them in their own little universe.

With a silent understanding, they moved to the edge of the pool, the cool concrete a stark contrast to the warmth of their entangled limbs. Y/N's legs wrapped around Christopher's waist as he lifted her onto the side, the water glistening on their skin like diamonds in the moonlight. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her ear as his hands explored the softness of her breasts.

Her eyes closed, she moaned softly, the sensation of his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She felt his hands move to the back of her bikini top, deftly untying the knots. It slipped away, revealing her to him for the first time. He took a moment to drink her in, his eyes dark with desire before he claimed her mouth again.

Their kisses grew more heated, their breaths coming in gasps as they fumbled with the strings of their swimsuits. The fabric fell away, leaving them bare and vulnerable to each other's gazes. The water was a warm embrace around them as they slowly, tenderly, made love. The sounds of their passion melded with the nocturnal symphony of the backyard, a secret melody that only they could hear.

Christopher's strong hands held her steady as they moved together, the water caressing their bodies in a rhythm that was as old as time. Y/N's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving half-moons in his skin as she arched her back, her eyes never leaving his.

The tension grew, each stroke bringing them closer to the precipice of something unspoken. The stars above seemed to pulse with the same rhythm as their hearts, and for a brief moment, they were the only two people in the world.

And when the dam finally broke, it was with a sigh of relief and a cry of pleasure that echoed through the night. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their union. The water around them stilled, as if even it knew that something profound had just occurred between them.

They didn't speak, didn't need to. The silence was a testament to the intensity of their connection. They simply held each other, the warmth of their bodies mingling with the coolness of the night air. As they floated in the pool, the world outside forgotten, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Their friendship had evolved into something more, something that neither of them had dared to dream of. And as they kissed beneath the moonlit sky, the future stretched out before them, filled with possibility and the promise of a love that had been five years in the making.

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A Night To Remember

Summary: *Spoiler* After temporarily fixing Karlach’s engine, you gift her a night that’s been long overdue.

Pairing: Karlach x Gender Neutral Reader,

Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing,

Word Count: 2200 approx.

Rating: Explicit – If you are under 18, please do not read.

Note: I haven’t completed Karlach’s romance yet so I’m unsure of how it actually plays out.

“So did it…work?” Karlach asked cautiously.

“Only one way to find out.” Dammon responds.

Karlach’s eyes meet yours, she looks both hopeful and worried. But without much hesitation, you pull her into a tight hug. Your arms wrap around her shoulders, and hers around your middle. You lean your head into her neck and give her a squeeze.

You stay in the hug for several seconds, wanting to give Karlach more than just a quick embrace. When you start to move apart, your hands linger on each other, not wanting to completely let go. Her eyes connect with yours, and you can’t help but glance at her lips. She notices, and does the same.

You bring your hand to cup her cheek, her hands haven’t left your waist, you lean in and tilt her chin towards you. Karlach complies, leaning into a deep kiss. You both hold the kiss for several moments, finally able to touch one another after what feels like an eternity of tension. You part ways, and she whispers a quiet “thank you” in your ear.

Suddenly you remember where you are, standing in front of Dammon and your companions. Halsin and Astarion stand close by, watching the sparks fly between you both.

“How sweet it is to share such affection in these trying times.” Halsin admires.

“And don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the show.” Astarion smugly adds.

Karlach stands up straight and lets you go, still feeling the emotions of getting to touch you for the first time. She seems mildly flustered, bashful at the least, not knowing what to say next.

“How about we call it a day and head back to camp?” You suggest, the rest agree, it already becoming late in the afternoon anyway. For the rest of the day, you and Karlach catch each other exchanging glances, your arm might just brush hers when standing close together. The tension grows stronger each hour that passes.

Once the sun begins to fall below the horizon, everyone in camp starts settling in for the night. As you walk yourself over to Karlach’s tent, she smiles upon seeing you.

“Hey soldier,” She greets, excited to have your company.

“Karlach, what do you say we spend the evening together, tonight?” You ask.

“Yes, yes!” She cheers, “I was hoping we could spend some time together.”

You take a step closer, mere inches away, “Shall we leave now?”

You reach you hand to hold hers, Karlach accepts the embrace and intertwines her fingers with yours.

“I think I can manage that.” She smiles.

Karlach starts walking and you move beside her, her hand still in yours. Astarion passes you on your way out of camp.

“Have fun,” He whispers wickedly, shooting you both a devilish grin.

After a short period of walking, you arrive at a clearing with a slow-moving river. The area is small and peaceful, and private. The soft grass grows along the bank, full of clover and tiny wildflowers. The moon is now out in full view, reflecting on the rippled water.

“Can I kiss you again?” Karlach asks, her hand still holding yours. You turn to face her, and gently place a hand on her cheek.

“I’d like nothing more.” She pulls you in and presses her lips upon yours, the kiss is strong and passionate. Karlach wraps her arms around your middle and pulls you closer, your free hand now clinging to her shoulder.

The minutes pass by, it feels like you haven’t taken a single breath, kissing Karlach felt more important. You try to break the kiss, but Karlach pulls you back in for just one more. She keeps you close and rests her forehead on yours.

You take Karlach’s hands and place them on your waist, you slowly lift off your shirt, so your top half is completely bare. Karlach drinks you in, mesmerized by your body. You reach around her back and gently lift her shirt.

“Is this okay?” You ask, Karlach responds with an excited hum.

You lift off her shirt and drop it beside you, taking a step closer so your bodies are pressed together. She is warm, and inviting, her lips find yours again for just a moment. Chest to chest never felt so good, the skin-on-skin contact lighting a fire within you.

Your hands find the top of her pants, and you run your fingers along her waistline. Karlach’s breath hitches as you painfully slowly pull the drawstring on her pants, softly pulling them down below her thighs until they drop to the ground.

As you remove your own as well, you then take Karlach’s hand and lead her into the cool river. Around waist deep, you stop and dip under the water, drenching your hair and returning to the surface. Karlach lowers herself until the water reaches her shoulders.

As you both wade closer to each other, you maneuver your legs so Karlach’s thighs sit firmly on top of yours, holding her in place around her hips.

She looks down at you and smiles, before leaning into another passionate kiss. How peaceful the moment is as you embrace each other, the river flows by and the moonlight illuminates the water.

“Let me take care of you, Karlach.” You propose, whispering gently in her ear.

“I’d really like that.” She whispers back.

With a single brush of your fingers across her hip and up her sternum, Karlach tilts her head back, the touch starvation agony running rampant through her veins at this point. She bites back her tongue from ushering you to speed things up, and lets you slowly roam her body.

You drag your hands from around her waist up until you gently cup her breasts. Her eyes are gently squeezed shut and stifling small moans, eager to escape her lips. With a singular flick of your thumbs across her nipples, she lets out an audible groan.

“You’re so beautiful, Karlach,” You whisper in her ear, before lowering your head to place her nipple on your tongue, your hand gently rolling the other one between your thumb and forefinger. Her moans become more audible, and a little less controlled, her body growing more eager each second that passes.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I am feeling a little…impatient.” Karlach says. And with that, you lead her out of the water, to the grassy bank.

“Lay down,” You propose, and as Karlach does so, you kneel at her feet.

You begin to plant small kisses on one ankle, and slowly, tantalisingly slowly, trail them up her leg, her breathing now small, sharp breaths, anticipation earnestly flooding her veins. As you reach the top of her inner thigh, you can see her slit already beautifully glistening with her wetness.

You look up at her, her eyes watching you closely, wishing to the gods this was finally the moment. You skip over her cunt entirely and begin kissing from below her navel to up between her breasts. Karlach groans with frustration at the lack of attention where she wants it most, she reaches down to touch herself, but you catch her hand before it makes contact.

“I promise I’ll make you feel good, baby, I want to take my time with you,” You tease, although you are sincere.

As much as Karlach yearns for more contact, she silently admits that your attention feels so good after so long with physical touch like this.

You remove yourself from above her and lay on your hip so you are by her side. Your hand hasn’t left her body, it remains softly resting on her chest.

“Are you sure you want this, love?” You ask her, although confident in her answer, still wanting her consent.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Karlach responds, “It’s about bloody time.”

She looks into your eyes, they are excited and hungry, she grins widely as your hand trails down between her breasts, past her stomach and below her navel. You use your hand to cup your fingers and firmly press it against her wet, aching cunt. The loud moan that escapes her lips is a beautiful one, one that you intend on hearing again and again. She shifts a bit under your touch, hips jolting to find more pressure.

You press your middle finger into her slit and drag it up over her clit. Karlach throws her head back, eyes closed, mouth agape, the sound she releases is pure sex.

“Finally,” Karlach thinks.

You continue to firmly swipe your finger up and down her slit, letting her get used to the feeling, basking in the initial pleasure. As you add another finger, she moans even louder, unable to stifle any noises that are drawn out. It makes you gush, as you hope you’re far enough away from the others at camp.

Her hands tightly grip the grass beside her, some of it ripping in her hands. She opens her eyes and looks into yours.

“More,” She pleads, and you oblige. Your two fingers circle her swollen clit, applying gentle pressure. Primal noises leave Karlach’s mouth as her tingling ecstasy grows deep in her abdomen. Her body becomes more rigid as her climax begins to swell, legs trembling and toes curling.

She lets out a scream of pleasure as the band snaps inside of her, your fingers still working circles around her clit as she rides the waves of her orgasm. After several moments of watching pure bliss write itself across her face, you remove your fingers from her and cup her cunt firmly like before.

Karlach’s eyes remain closed, as her breathing settles, relishing in the feeling of someone else’s physical touch. She rests her head and places a hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” She sighs.

“Don’t thank me, we’re not finished with you yet, my love,” You wink at her.

Her eyes pop with surprise, before she can say anything you remove your hand and place your two wet fingers on your tongue, encasing your lips around them. She watches, mesmerized, as you taste her, licking off every drop of her.

“Now that I’ve tasted you, I’ve decided I need more,” You coo, before leaning in to kiss her deeply. She can taste herself on your tongue, and this immediately sends arousal back through her body.

“And this time I won’t make you wait as long,” You break the kiss and move yourself onto your knees between her thighs, pushing them gently out wide. You trail your lips from her neck down to her stomach, kissing and suckling her skin. Karlach lifts her head to watch you move down her body, you lower herself between her thighs, she can already feel your breath on her cunt.

Without hesitation you lick a line up her slit, flattening your tongue to taste every inch of her. Her head falls back, and she tussles her hands in your hair as she lets out another groan.

“Is this okay, baby?” You tease her, Karlach doesn’t respond but pushes your head back between her thighs, prompting a hard “yes.”

You take your time, making sure to stretch every second of pleasure for her, drawing out delicious sounds from her lips. You kiss, suckle and lick your way to her second building orgasm, Karlach writhes under your touch. Her hands grab tighter at your hair as she tries to clench her knees together.

“Do you want more, baby?” Your tongue leaves Karlach for just a moment.

“Fuck, yes!” She practically pleads, her brain scrambling in the long overdue feelings of pleasure.

You gently bring your hand back to her cunt and insert a finger, drawing out a string of obscenities from Karlach, her hands lost in your hair as she writhes underneath you. After a few minutes, you gently add a second, the soft stretch heightening her building orgasm further. You lean back in and press your tongue to her clit, drawings circles in time to match the pumps of your hand.

Her legs begin to quiver, she tries to close her legs around your head, but you keep going at the same pace. Filthy, heavenly sounds escape from Karlach as she comes, clenching your fingers tight and feet digging into your back. After those several moments of pure pleasure, you can feel her body begin to relax. You gently remove your fingers and crawl up Karlach’s body until you meet her face. Her eyes are still closed, breathing uneven and sweat sitting on her brow.

You place a trail of small kisses on her neck, and she brings her hands to rest on your back. You don’t say anything, and let Karlach relish in the moment until she is ready to continue. All of a sudden she pushes you to the side and rolls you onto your back, Karlach hovers above you for a second before straddling your waist.

“Now that you’ve had me, its my turn to have you, all to myself.”

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lovelettersforthedamned · 6 months

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Congrats on reaching 4000 followers!!! 🥳

Can I request "so tell me, what do you feel for me?" "you know the answer. you know it all." "i want to hear you say it." with Steven Grant? ❤ it could be end with smut if you're comfortable with it 🤭

Same Tradition, Different Approach

✮ steven grant x afab!reader

✮ word count: 1.4k

✮ summary: a late night confession opens both you and steven's hearts (and your legs).

✮ warnings: fluff, smut, language, mention of food, mentions of anxiety, kisses, hair pulling, oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, MINORS DNI, 18+.

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gif by @magnusedom Every Friday night, you and Steven meet at his apartment for movie night. You guys have kept this tradition every week for the past few years that you’ve been friends. Laying in his bed, you both stare at the laptop screen, a comfortable silence falling upon you two.

With the final scenes playing, you sit up and stretch. “That was good,” you look towards Steven, still lying comfortably under the blankets, “a little slow, but good.” He nods his head in response as you fold up your laptop, tossing it aside, and giving him your full attention. “I brought vegan cookie dough if you’re up to baking. I’m craving something sweet,” you begin to rise from the mattress, but Steven’s abnormal silence stops you in your tracks.

Steven’s ability to constantly talk about anything was one of the things you loved about him, along with many other things, so his lack of words shocked you. You say his name, and it finally catches his attention, “You okay?”

His eyes linger on yours for a second too long, and he quickly diverts them before responding. “Y–Yeah,” he clears his throat before sitting up, the blankets pooling on his lap, “just some things on my mind, love.”

Your head tilts at his confession. Steven always had a nervous habit when dealing with tricky things, so when you see this, you’re puzzled. Your eyes dart to his constantly moving hands then back to his eyes. You reach a hand towards his anxious ones, placing yours there to ease his mind, “We can talk about it. Only if you want to, of course.”

“It’s complicated, and I don’t want to bother you,” his demeanor visibly relaxes at the feeling of your touch.

You let out a breathy laugh, “You never bother me, Steven, you know that.” Your thumb has started to rub the back of his hand, each movement making his heart flutter.

“Just,” he starts before stopping, trying to find the right words, “don’t let what I say ruin our friendship. I value too much, and if I happen to fuck this up then stop me right now.” Your heart was racing at each word that Steven was rambling over. He was a nervous mess in front of you, and you could tell he was scaring himself. You kept quiet to see if he would continue, but when he remained flustered, you decided to jump the gun. Grabbing the sides of his face, you pulled him in for a kiss.

Nerves racked your brain until he kissed back. His hands, previously folded over each other on his lap, are now at the sides of your waist, pulling you in closer. There’s a fit of passion between the two of you. All these years of unspoken love have finally escaped, and you couldn’t be more relieved.

You try to pull away, but Steven keeps you in his touch with one of his hands coming to the side of your neck. His other hand makes its way down to the meat of your hip, squeezing it. You gasp at his actions, pulling away to look at him with a smile on your face. Steven’s face is bright red, his gaze focusing on your lips until you grab his chin, forcing him to look up at you, “So tell me, what do you feel for me?”

He’s already leaning in for another kiss, his body needs you. You lean back, forcing him to chase your lips before he responds, knowing that you won’t let him touch you unless he answers your question, “You know the answer, darling. You know it all.”

He thought you were satisfied until you shook your head, still holding his chin as you leaned in as close as possible. Still not connecting your lips, you whisper, “I want to hear you say it, Steven.”

You’re teasing him, and he knows it. “I love you.” he starts before taking a deep breath and looking into your eyes. “I love every part of you, and I can’t handle another second without your touch now that I’ve finally got it. So, please…Please let me kiss you, love.”

The grin on your face widens before you close the gap between you and Steven. He moans into the kiss as if you’re the sweetest fruit he’s sunk his teeth in. The sound of his pleasure sends waves straight to your core, a feeling of desperation grows as the kiss progresses.

“Lay down,” Steven mutters into your lips. Leaning back to fall onto the mattress, your lips never leave his. His arms cage you in as he hovers over your body, his lips moving to your neck. His lips suck on the supple skin right under your ear, eliciting a moan from you. Your hands immediately weave themselves in his hair. Lifting his head he says your name, catching your attention, “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

Not another second goes by before you nod your head, eager to see what happens next. His arms slide down your torso, his fingers catching on the hem of your pants and hooking under your panties in one swift motion. You open your legs for Steven, and he wastes no time placing himself between them.

He first places delicate kisses on each thigh. Each one is higher than the last, and each one causes a shiver to run up your spine. The anticipation was killing you, “Steven, please stop teasing.”

He nips at the skin before licking it and placing his head on your thigh, looking up at you with innocent eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, love.” You whine in response, and he laughs. “Hey,” he finally comes face to face with your aching pussy, “I had to get back at you for teasing me. Now we’re even.”

You start to talk back before you’re cut off by Steven’s warm mouth on you. He doesn’t waste any time before diving his tongue deep into you, a gasp of surprise echoes throughout the small apartment. He’s lapping at your juices, the taste makes him moan into your clit. “Fuck, Steven…,” you moan, your hands gripping at the sheets beside you. You’re not sure where he learned how to do this, but that’s honestly the last thing on your mind, especially when he keeps sucking on your clit.

Steven can see how hard you’re gripping the sheets, and even though you two are touching, he misses your touch. He removes one of his hands off of your thighs and reaches for yours. You’re still a moaning mess when Steven intertwines your fingers, but you notice his actions, as you always have.

He can’t get enough of you, and when you cum into his mouth, he stays there, making sure to get every single drop. “Steven–fuck,” you giggle at his eagerness to keep going, but you’re too overstimulated to keep going. With your free hand, you hold the side of his head before gently pulling him off of you.

His lips and chin are glistening from your slick, and he has a shit-eating grin on his face. You couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of you. Sitting up, you pull Steven up for a kiss. The taste of you on his lips makes you whine.

Reaching towards Steven’s cock, you pull away when you feel a wet spot and a soft cock in his pants. You look back up at him, his face bright red from embarrassment, “Shit. I’m sorry, love. That’s pathetic of me.”

“Hey,” you give him a small peck, “I think it’s kind of hot actually.” You smile at him before standing and walking towards the bathroom. You look over your shoulder to see Steven, still on the bed, admiring your half-naked form. You tease, “Do you want to join me in the shower, or are you going to keep staring at me?”

He perks up at the suggestion and immediately joins you.

Your movie nights will continue to be a tradition, but now, a few kisses in between each scene won’t hurt.

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Becoming a Broodfather - Part 3

[Story Collection] | [Part 2] [●] [Part 4]

“Something smells delicious, and someone looks delicious,” Ashton said when he entered the kitchen and found Dalton, another of Tim’s husbands, cooking while only wearing an apron.

“Oh, thanks for both compliments, big daddy,” Dalton responded, calling Ashton by a playful and friendly name he had for him, referring to his future as a broodfather.

Dalton moved away from the stove, and Ashton had the chance to inspect his body in detail. Dalton was almost as tall as Ashton but much thinner; most people described him as a twink. Dalton’s arms weren’t muscular, and even though he had been pregnant several times, his legs hadn’t gotten much thicker. However, Dalton had a delicious-looking bubble butt, which he loved to show off by not wearing anything but the apron when he was in the father’s wing.

Since Dalton was a twink, his big belly and big pecs looked outstandingly large on his frame, even though they were small compared to other men in the house. Dalton carried triplets in his belly and one additional baby in each of his pecs, totaling five big babies that never stopped moving and kicking. He spent most of his time in the kitchen cooking, so he fed his babies constantly, making them grow huge.

“Well, your food is always great, and... you know, I like that cute ass of yours a lot,” Ashton said, approaching and winking at Dalton. Ashton was more forward than usual, but it wasn’t only because of his new thoughts but also due to the several times they had sex in that kitchen over the last five months.

“Someone is in a good mood today? Any special reason for it?” Dalton picked up two plates and served large portions of scrambled eggs with bacon for the two of them. “I know you like your protein, so here it is. A big meal for a big, sweet guy.” Dalton smiled and removed his apron, revealing his massive, half-hard dick.

“I’d add a sausage, but I don’t think it’ll fit on these plates,” Ashton responded, looking down at Dalton’s massive dick, which rose to full mast in an instant, smacking against his triplet-filled belly.

Dalton laughed and reached down to rub and stroke his almost 2-foot-long dick. “You’re definitely in a mood. What’s the occasion?” Dalton asked while both devoured their breakfast like vacuums in a few seconds.

“The occasion? I just realized I can have lots of fun with you, Aaron, Byron, and Carson.” Ashton waddled to stand behind Dalton, pushing his belly against the twink’s back and making the gasp.

“Wha-what do you mean?” Dalton asked with a grin while Ashton wrapped his powerful arms around the twink’s torso to hug him tight and push his bulge against the bubble butt. Ashton caressed the sides of Dalton’s belly and his pecs while the babies kicked up a storm. Dalton heavily panted as he tilted his head back to enjoy Ashton’s touch.

“I know you enjoy it when I touch you like this. I know you love when I whisper in your ear to tell you what I’m going to do with you,” Ashton said, reaching around Dalton’s body to grip his massive dick to firmly stoke it.

Ashton started passionately rubbing and stroking Dalton’s dick while also shoving his bulge between Dalton’s asscheeks. “You understand that I could take you right here if I wanted? And that you wouldn’t be able to do anything against it? You’d be begging me for more instead,” Ashton whispered in Dalton’s ears as he leaned forward.

“Yes, big daddy. You can do whatever you want,” Dalton responded, fully surrendering to Ashton’s demands. “I’m not going to stop you. I’m here for you.”

“That’s it. That’s all I needed to know, but not yet. You’ll have to wait like the others,” Ashton said, stroking Dalton’s massive dick some more and causing a river of pre to leak out of his slit.

Ashton kissed Dalton’s cheeks and moved away from the twink, leaving him breathless and hot. Dalton looked at Ashton with evident desperation, but Ashton only smiled and slapped Dalton’s bubble very hard.

“You can’t be serious,” Dalton said, chuckling as he tried to stop the leaking on his dick.

“I am. Keep your dick hard for me until I come back to you later,” Ashton commanded, making Dalton caress his dick as the leaking continued.

“Yes, big daddy. I’ll wait for you.” Dalton smiled and put on his apron again to start cooking some more.

Ashton grinned and caressed his own dick, which was oozing some pre, causing a large wet spot on his jockstrap’s pouch. After slapping Dalton’s ass again, he adjusted his jockstrap and headed for the family wing. Messing up with the husbands was fun, but Ashton’s love for his coming babies made him enjoy the time he could spend with all the children Tim had had with his husbands.

The father’s wing and the family wing were connected by a long hall. I was adorned with photos of Tim and his husbands through their pregnancies. Ashton stopped for a few seconds to check on them again, smiling at the magnificent sight of all those men during so many pregnancies. Ashton couldn’t help but sigh when he realized they all looked happy. He hadn’t felt alright about Tim’s ways when he first moved to the house, but he came to understand that it made them all happy.

“Ready to add many photos to our gallery?” Eaton, another of Tim’s husbands, asked as he approached Ashton on his way to the family wing.

“Oh, yeah, you know... I’m having 24 kids, so that’s a great addition to the brood,” Ashton responded, patting his belly and turning to face Eaton.

“You know that’s not what I mean. We all know you’re going to be an amazing broodfather.” Eaton winked at Ashton as he passed by, making him smile.

Eaton was even more muscular than Ashton. His muscles bulged in all directions, dwarfing Ashton’s imposing figure. Eaton’s torso was exposed because his huge pecs and belly made it hard for him to find comfortable clothes. His belly was pretty big, with large octuplets moving and kicking nonstop. Also, even among his muscular upper body, his pecs were enormous, not because he carried babies in them but due to his outstanding milk production, which worked great with Eaton’s love for kids. He was responsible for most of the feeding because nobody else produced as much milk in the house.

He wore baggy sweatpants to cover his lower half, but they left nothing to the imagination. The sweatpants couldn’t hide his thick, muscular thighs and massive butt; they accentuated them instead. Also, Eaton carried one baby in each of his balls, giving him a large bulge that strained the sweatpants’ fabric. Ashton had admired Eaton’s physique since the moment they met, but now he looked at the muscular man with different eyes.

As Eaton sat on a sofa to take a break before entering the family wing, Ashton approached with a mischievous grin. Ashton marveled at Eaton’s bulging body. Every inch of the big man’s body looked so full and strong that even muscular Ashton couldn’t help but be impressed.

“My pecs are so full. I hope these babies will help me with the pressure,” Eaton said, massaging his pecs as Ashton stood before him.

“I’m sure they’ll help, but I don’t think your pecs will change that much,” Ashton said as he pushed his hips forward to push his cum-stained jockstrap against the front of Eaton’s belly.

“What are you doing?” Eaton said, but Ashton swayed his hips, rhythmically rubbing his bulge against Eaton’s belly.

Ashton leaned forward and started rubbing Eaton’s belly in big circles, making the muscular man moan. “Your belly is so big, and look at those enormous pecs. Those babies can barely swallow fast enough. I could get you even bigger and fuller with babies, and your pecs will blow up to feed all those kids.” Ashton pushed his bulge harder against Eaton’s belly.

“Oh, it would be so nice,” Eaton said between moans as Ashton reached lower to also tease his bulge. “So many babies… so big.” Eaton closed his eyes as Ashton’s ministrations continued, making Eaton pant heavily.

“Yeah. I know you love kids, and I’m sure you’d carry so many of my kids so nicely in this muscular body.” Ashton moved his hands to Eaton’s pecs and started massaging his massive pecs, squeezing and kneading them. “My hands would be all over you, all the time.”

“Oh, yes, please.” Eaton moaned louder as Ashton teased his nipples. “I want it. I need it!”

“You’ll have it, but not now.” Ashton smiled and stepped backward.

Eaton was lost in pleasure already, but as Ashton moved away, he came out of his trance. “You are meant for this. Fuck! You’re meant to be a broodfather! Fuck, I want your kids! So badly,” Eaton said, his hard dick stretching his sweatpants to the limit.

Ashton winked at Eaton and helped him stand up to continue their walk to the family wing. As they walked, Eaton thought about random stuff to make his dick go soft to avoid being around the kids with a hard-on. Ashton picked up a massive robe from a closet near the family wing, available for the fathers to wear to interact with the kids without scaring them with their nakedness or skimpy outfits. The robes were massive, so Ashton had no problem covering his almost naked body entirely.

Once both were good to enter the family wing, they walked in, and a crowd of teens, kids, toddlers, and babies ran or crawled toward them. Both muscular men smiled and opened their arms to hug them, but Ashton couldn’t stop smiling when he saw Eaton with the kids. The big man was great with them, and the first thing he did in the mornings was sit on a rocking chair to breastfeed all the hungry babies. Since there were a lot of babies, the line was long, so he spent the entire morning feeding the babies.

Eaton picked up two of the youngest babies and sat on the rocking chair to feed them. Suddenly, the main door of the family wing burst open, and Fallon, Tim’s sixth husband, walked in with some papers in hand. Fallon could be described as a bear due to his burly build and hairy torso. He was thick all over, making him look huggable, but his anxious manners didn’t match with his huggable appearance. He was full of kids—two in each pec, six in his belly, and one in his left ball. His right ball had grown to match his pregnant one, but the sensation was very different, which had always caught Ashton’s attention.

Fallon waddled hypnotically, only wearing sweatpants just like Eaton, but they looked very different on Fallon’s fat thighs and ass. While Eaton was muscular, Fallon’s body was soft, but both loved the same thing about their family: spending time with the kids. While Eaton looked after the babies and toddlers, Fallon loved interacting with the older kids, often teaching them the basics of finances, which was his specialty.

Fallon waved his hand at Ashton and Eaton, briefly smiling at them as he talked to some older kids. Ashton marveled at the bear’s body and couldn’t help but notice that, even though Fallon was evidently anxious most of the time, he loved being pregnant and having kids. Fallon had a great relationship with all the kids in the house, which made Ashton think about getting Fallon even more pregnant, similar to what he told Eaton a few minutes ago.

Ashton sat on a nearby couch, rubbing his belly and enjoying the happiness of the kids surrounding them, while he observed Fallon interacting with the older children. Having Eaton and Fallon before him made Ashton think about the actual extent of becoming a broodfather; it wasn’t only about having all those men available for a fuck or having them serve him. He thought about his interactions with the other men in the house and realized he was only lustful about them initially, but came to understand that there was something else, something important.

Eaton continued breastfeeding the babies as Fallon allowed some teens to rub his belly. Something changed in Ashton’s mind as he watched the scene. He thought about fucking both men, but a deeper desire rose inside him—a desire to get them heavily knocked up with his many babies—even bigger and fuller than they were with Tim’s kids. It wasn’t only about lust anymore, but a desire to create a massive brood with all those men in the house.

Ashton thought about what Tim had been teaching him over the last five months, and he understood that even though he didn’t agree with some of his ways when it came to sex with his husbands, having many kids was a very important part of the role of a broodfather, and that required a lot of sex. Surrounded by kids and watching the two big men handle those kids, Ashton finally embraced his fate: He wanted to be the broodfather of the largest brood that had ever existed.

While Ashton observed, Fallon walked out of the family living room. Fallon went to a room between the two wings, which served as an office for Fallon’s financial responsibilities. Ashton slowly rose from his seat and smiled at Eaton, who only winked at him. Ashton rubbed his belly and waddled out of the family wing, following Fallon to his office. Ashton took his robe off since he wasn’t around the kids anymore, showcasing his strained and stained jockstrap that could barely handle his hard-on.

“Knock, knock,” Ashton said as he walked into Fallon’s office, finding him sitting behind a desk. “Good morning, big man.”

“Hello, come in,” Fallon said, briefly looking up at Ashton but going back to read the document he had in hand. “You seem to be more comfortable without the robe... I prefer it this way,” Fallon added, smiling at Ashton.

Ashton grinned as he approached, rubbing his belly and making his bulge bounce from one side to the other on purpose. Even though Fallon tried to focus on the charts he was reading, he couldn’t avoid looking up at Ashton, who rested his big bulge on the edge of the desk. Fallon blinked repeatedly, marveling at Ashton’s bulge and gasping as he saw the dick throbbing in the jockstrap’s pouch.

“How are you?” Ashton asked, mischievously grinning because he knew Fallon couldn’t concentrate anymore.

“I-I’m great. I’m reviewing some payments we’ve made in the last few weeks. You know I like keeping this under control,” Fallon said, but he couldn’t concentrate on the sheets with Ashton’s imposing presence there.

“I know, and you do an amazing job,” Ashton said as he walked around the desk to get right beside Fallon. “I think you deserve a reward for your good job with the house’s finances,” Ashton added, moving some documents aside and sitting on the edge of the desk.

“Oh, thanks. I’m glad you think I do a good job, but you know I need to...” Fallon started talking, trying to focus on the sheets again but unable to break his gaze from Ashton’s muscular body.

“Hey, easy up. Relax. You deserve time to relax,” Ashton said, leaning forward to caress Fallon’s pecs. He knew the big bear would be different than the other men in the house because he was constantly anxious, but as Ashton continued caressing his pecs, Fallon couldn’t help but gasp in surprise and delight. “See, you really need to take a break.” Ashton pulled Fallon closer and kissed his lips very passionately.

Fallon was surprised by Ashton’s sudden kiss, but he couldn’t fight it because it felt too good. As they started making out, Ashton pulled Fallon’s hand to his bulge, making the bear feel the big, throbbing dick. Even though Ashton guided Fallon’s hand, Fallon couldn’t resist the urge to stroke Ashton’s dick.

Ashton smiled and reached below to take his dick out of the pouch for Fallon to have full access to it. The foot-long fuck tool shined brightly under the light, making the big head look deliciously inviting. Fallon broke the kiss and looked down at Ashton’s hard dick. Fallon was so entranced already that he couldn’t think of anything but Ashton’s dick. He didn’t need orders; he didn’t need Ashton to say anything; Fallon knew what he had to do.

Fallon leaned forward to fit the big head of Ashton’s dick into his mouth, making the big guy moan in pleasure. Fallon was an expert at giving head, so less than a minute later, Ashton was panting heavily as his dick leaked precum like an open faucet. Even though they had been together a few times before, Ashton was surprised by Fallon’s skilled mouth.

“You’re full of surprises and...” Ashton started saying as he pulled Fallon from his dick to kiss his lips again. “I want to fill you up with kids; I want to hear you begging to carry so many of my babies,” Ashton added as he kissed Fallon’s lips some more before moving away from him and from the desk, leaving Fallon panting and longing for more.

“Whatever you want to do! Please, fill me up,” Fallon said, sounding desperate and willing to carry Ashton’s dick. “I want to give you a large brood.” Fallon panted as Ashton waddled toward the door.

“We can have lots of fun, but not yet. Finish your work, and I’ll be waiting for you,” Ashton commanded as he left the room, leaving Fallon unable to think of anything else but Ashton’s body.

As Ashton walked down the hall and into the father’s wing, he found a naked Dalton waiting for him with his huge dick still fully hard. “I’m ready, big daddy. I waited for you,” Dalton said, sounding desperate.

“And I’m ready,” Ashton responded, firmly gripping Dalton’s hard dick to pull him to the living room. “Are you ready? I know we’ve done this before, but this time, I have a bigger goal.”

“What is it, big daddy?” Dalton said as he leaned forward against the couch to present his ass to horny Ashton.

Ashton leaned against Dalton’s back to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna knock you up. I’ll pump you full with my kids. You’re going to carry my brood.” Ashton whispered as he rubbed his dick against Dalton’s hole, who responded with a moan of agreement, ready to be filled with Ashton’s seed.

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lyranova · 3 months

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Hiya guys! So after finding a couple of prompt lists I decided to do a few flirty drabbles for everyone based on them! As said this will all be very short, but I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @kalolasfantasyworld @koneko-pi

Word Count: 620

Warnings: Kissing, Flirting, Suggestive Themes

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You and Nozel stood in the Silva library together, looking through the various books, hoping to find a hint or an answer that would help you both solve this latest mission that you had accepted.

But the longer you two worked together, the more you both began to realize why you never worked together before:

Because you both liked to bicker, a lot.

“ And why couldn’t my idea work?” You asked, your hands on your hips and your eyes narrowed sternly as you looked at your boyfriend.

“ Because it’s stupid,” He responded bluntly as he turned to face you. “ Every idea in that book has failed one way or another, and the only person that has ever actually tried the ideas from that book has been Solid.”

You gaped at him, your eyes wide and face red in shock and anger.

“ Are you comparing me to Solid right now?!”

Nozel opened his mouth but then quickly closed it again; his brain telling him that it was better not to reply to that question.

“ Good choice; now, do you have any better ideas?” You asked, and he nodded before explaining his idea to you.

When he finished, you scoffed, which made his eyes narrow.

“ What?”

“ Your idea will take too long to plan out and put into place,” You responded bluntly. “ and we don’t have that kind of time!”

A slight glare appeared in his eyes at your words, and soon an argument ensued between you.

Back and forth you both went; arguments and counter-arguments flying from your mouths. Nozel gradually moved closer and closer towards you, but you stood your ground and refused to retreat.

Before you knew it, he was standing in front of you, and as he seemed to realize it too, his voice died in his throat.

The air between them was thick and tense, but not in a bad way; in fact, it was the opposite. The tension between them was a fiery, passionate kind. They were both sticking to their guns, and they both refused to back down.

“ You know,” You began, your voice coming out low and heated as you leaned up a bit so your face was merely inches away from his. “ Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension.”

Nozel blinked in surprise for a moment before he chuckled, and a smirk appeared on his face.

“ You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He asked, his throat dry and hoarse, but full of heat and want for you.

You smirked back at him as your hands moved from his chest to around his neck.

“ No, I have a pretty good idea,” You whispered warmly, a chuckle escaping you before you captured his lips in a heated kiss.

His arms wrapped securely around your waist as your hands moved up to his hair and became entangled in his long, silver locks. Your lips moving together sensually as you could feel Nozel moving you closer and closer to the long, wooden table that sat in the middle of the library.

You felt the back of your thighs hit the edge of the table, which made you gasp in surprise, and allowed him to slip his tongue between your lips; deepening the kiss and making it much, much hotter.

He hoisted you up onto the table, both your hands reaching around to push away all the books and papers as you laid down on it, and his body leaned down on top of yours, your warm bodies pressing against each other in a delicious way.

Luckily for the two of you, there was no one else in House Silva to hear the ‘steamy’ sounds that came from the Silva library.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover #black clover oneshot #black clover x reader #black clover x y/n #black clover x you #nozel silva #black clover nozel #nozel black clover #black clover nozel silva

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ithebookhoarder · 1 year

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Javier Peña req (and Steve as bestie). Y/n is their partner and is feeling extremely burnt out; running on empty, coffee, cigarettes and not much else. She’s barely sleeping or eating and constantly has a tight chest and racing heart. They both know something is up with her but she just shrugs it off until one day, Javi is out on a raid and she reaches her breaking point. Steve manages to get her home but can’t reach Javi until he gets back to the embassy etc. Also, please could you throw in a little Carrillo cause😍

Burned Out (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

A/N: I’ve missed Narcos and my DEA boys, so thank you for this prompt, whoever sent this in. I really appreciate it. I’ve been in a bit of a slump recently with writing for this blog, so it’s great to have something to focus on and pour myself in to - hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, alcohol, reference to depressive / self destructive behaviour, description of a panic attack, mild smut, canon-typical violence, death, reference to drugs / overdosing.

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You knew exactly when it started. When you began to feel yourself beginning to sink downwards into the quicksand that was your life.

It was a bad day… well, a worse day, if you were being honest, given that life in general in Bogota was hard and full of bad days that left you feeling numb inside. Whereas you were normally able to banish the darkness by spending time with the friends you had collected since your arrival to the city, not even Javi’s gentle kisses or Steve’s dirty jokes or Connie’s homemade deserts could do the trick.

The day had been bad for many reasons.

One, you’d lost a contact with direct links to Escobar, that you’d spent weeks working on.

Two, you had lost them in a drive-by shooting that had killed not only them but countless civilians too.

Three, some of your asshole colleagues decided to spill coffee all over your files meaning you were forced to work late to re-type them up for a briefing the following morning. Even though you had got it done, you knew you had likely missed some details, the ink far too smudge to even begin to try and understand what had previously been written.

However, that day had only been the start of it. The start of the downwards spiral you found yourself tumbling into.

Sure, the others had noticed there was a change about you. Yet, it wasn’t as if they knew what was causing it or how to fix it.

Javi especially knew what you were like - you were like him after all. Spilling your guts wasn’t your natural reaction to handling things. You kept your emotions bottled up inside of you, cramming more and more in, forcing that lid to remain firmly screwed in place even as the pressure began to build.

And if the lid did threaten to pop off? Well then, you lost yourself in him. In the love that existed between you, and the intimate knowledge you shared of one another. After all, Javi had said it himself, “who needed therapy when you had sex and good whiskey?”

A night of passionate fucking was all it took to take the edge off… to let a little pressure escape, delaying your inevitable eruption… But that was just it; you would erupt. It was inevitable. There was no way on earth you could sustain the relentless routine of long hours spent at work, with coffee doing its best to act as a replacement for your bed.

Hell, you could feel the toll it was taking on you both mentally and physically, from the way your hands shook slightly, to the way your chest felt too tight to breathe sometimes. Then there was the fact your clothes were starting to get baggy, whereas they’d once clung to your frame like they’d been tailored for you.

“Here,” Javi had smiled one afternoon. You could smell the sandwich in his hand before he even set it down on the desk in front of you, accompanied by a packet of chips and a can of your favourite soda. “Grabbed that for you on our way back. Figured you’d forget lunch - again.”

A weak smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the kind gesture. “Thanks, Javi.”

“Anytime, hermosa.” He said it so calmly and easily that you felt your heart skip a beat as you realised how lucky you were to have someone who cared about you so deeply. It was why you made sure to tear a corner off of the sandwich and pop it in your mouth.

The relieved nod Javi granted you told you it was the reaction he’d been waiting for, as he took a step back to let you finish eating and working in peace.

You knew he’d be back to check you’d finished it in a matter of minutes. So, you were quick to chuck the rest of his lunch in the waste paper bin behind you, burying it further under a pile of discarded documents you’d already finished looking through.

It was fine. You’d eat later. Maybe you’d even try and cook dinner for you and Javi… an apology for being so distant lately…

Somehow, despite lacking the gift of prophecy, you knew deep down that that was unlikely to happen. Just as you knew it was unlikely Javi would even make it home tonight. For the last week straight, both he and Steve had been called out on some last minute, late night errands by Carillo - not that you minded all that much.

Not having Javi’s arms to fall into meant you felt less guilty about working late yourself. About only making it back to your empty apartment long enough for a quick shower and a power nap each night.

It was ironic to think of Carillo, though, given that your brief conversations with the Colonel in question had been the closest you’d come to finally releasing some of the hurt and the pain inside of you.

You didn't know what it was about him, but somehow, the Colonel had an ability to draw you out. To make you open up and share things you would never otherwise dream of.

Maybe it was his candour? You’d noticed that about him since you'd started working together; he had a blunt demeanour, saying what he thought regardless of the affect it could have on another person.

Now, it wasn't done with malice, per say, but rather as the result of a man who had the weight of an entire army on his shoulders and an impossible task. He just didn't have the time to bullshit anyone - especially when you both lived in a city full of people all too willing to lie and cheat.

It also came from a weird sense of respect, of seeing people as equals, deserving of the truth just as he expected the same in return. No matter how painful it may be.

Needless to say, it was one of the reasons you'd grown to respect the man - and dare you even say, like.

Still, when he decided to loiter on the other side of your desk, late one night, you felt yourself stiffen, as if suddenly all too aware of every little gesture your body made and what it gave away.

The Colonel missed nothing.

“You look like shit.”

Wow. Don’t beat around the bush.

“Jeez, your wife married a charmer, Colonel,” you scoffed, dragging on your cigarette, sparing him a fleeting glance. “Speaking of, doesn’t she want you back home? Or do you prefer my company that much that you’d rather stand at my desk at 11 o’clock at night?”

“She’s out of the city, visiting her parents,” he rebuffed, clearly not taking the bait as he dropped into the empty seat opposite. In fact, he decided to reach across and steal one of the cigarettes from the packet on your desk, lighting it for himself in a gesture that made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere for now.

“Good for her.”

“Yes, it is. I think time away from this place is good for everyone.”

You could feel the accusation lacing his words, as well as the heat from his continuous stare. “Then why didn’t you go with her? Not enough vacation days?”

He scoffed, a bitter smirk twisting his lips upwards. “You’re funny; I can see why Peña likes you so much. Like calls to like, as they say, even if you try and hide it behind that smile of yours.”

You bit back a laugh. “What can I say? I lucked out in that department and got my Mom’s smile. My sister was not so fortunate. She always had my dad’s features - meaning she looked more often than not like she was sucking on a lemon.”

“This is the sister that died from an overdose, correct?”

“Yes.”

“The anniversary is this week, is it not?”

He asked it so calmly and casually that anyone would have thought he’d asked you what the weather was like outside, or what your favourite record to listen to was.

At least his concern now made sense. It was the kind of detail he would remember, and you were honestly more surprised by the fact it had taken until now for him to bring it up.

He’d probably been itching to ask you about it all day, aware of the date even if your two partners were not. Well, they might have been, but neither had said anything which was your preference if you were being honest. Hence your rapidly cooling demeanour towards your colleague.

“I’m fine, if that’s what you're trying to fish about for, Colonel,” you sighed, staring back down at your desk again in an attempt to dismiss him. “You don't have to worry about me. I’m good. Thanks. So can I get back to work in peace? Or did you have some other question for me?”

Carillo sighed, simply choosing to smoke his cigarette, letting the tension linger along with the steadily growing haze around you both.

He didn't need to say the words aloud; his actions did all the talking for him as he reached over and helped himself to a file off of you desk.

He didn't buy this ‘calm, cool, and collected’ act you were pedalling. Not for a second - something his stare alone gave away, even if he refused to say it. Instead, he chose to read, and work, and smoke along side you so that you would not be alone.

He had his eyes on you... watching and waiting for the moment that your carefully constructed walls came crashing down... the only question was would they crush you in the process?

It was about a month later that the inevitable happened; that you finally hit rock bottom.

It had just been a causal remark that did it, of all things. A casual remark that sent you tipping over the edge.

You had just returned from lunch and hadn’t even sat back down at your desk yet when you noticed that someone was missing.

“Yo, Steve?” you queried, quickly glancing up at the empty seat next to you. “Where did Javi go?”

Now, you couldn't be a hundred percent certain what Steve said next but you knew he’d said something about Carillo, a lead, and a raid ...

“What?”

“I said, Javier went with him,” Steve repeated, staring at you with growing concern. You realised he must have already repeated himself. “What? Why? What is it?”

“Javi went too? He… he’s there? On that raid?”

“Yes, y/n, that’s what I just said - hey! Where you going?”

You didn’t even realise your feet had started moving, not until you heard Steve’s confusion as he yelled after you.

But you didn't stop.

You couldn’t stop, not until you were outside - not until you were far enough from that place that you could actually stop and fucking breathe.

When did it become so hard to breathe?

When had the room become so small?

Why did your mind suddenly feel the need to go to the darkest place possible?

It was just a raid... one of hundreds Javi had gone on since arriving here in the country, just as you had also gone on your fair share. So why was your head suddenly picturing him... lying there... injured, or worse... dead.

The number of bodies you’d stared at, lying in the streets in a macabre tableau that had become all too familiar by now - all part of this fucking job. A job you signed up for, hoping to vanquish the bastards who had taken so much from you and those you loved… yet, every day, it seemed you had failed as more and more innocent people suffered… and to think, that Javi - the man you loved more than anything - who you had neglected terribly to the point you couldn't actually remember the last time you’d woken up next to each other - could be amongst them…

It brought you to your knees.

“Whoah, y/n. Easy. What’s wrong?”

Steve’s voice sounded distant, as if you have been submerged beneath water. Yet, you could tell he was beside you, dropping down onto the kerb before hauling you close. The warmth of his touch was enough to tether you to him, to reality, as everything around you seemed to spin in dizzying circles.

You could feel it as his hands rose, cupping your cheeks, turning your head and trying to get you to look at him.

When you finally did, he could see immediately that your eyes were glassy, like you weren’t really seeing or hearing him.

He knew that look.

“Y/N,” Steve murmured in a soothing voice. “Y/N, look at me. Look at me.”

He paused, waiting until your eyes trained themselves on his face, some of the cloudiness starting to dissipate.

“Good, that’s good. Now breathe. Just breathe,” he instructed, taking a few deep breaths himself to show you how.

It took you a moment or two, but you eventually became fully aware of your surroundings and what your friend was telling you to do.

Following his lead, you took a few shuddering breaths, then a few more. You kept breathing until you could feel the racing of your heart slow and the fear that had felt crippling just moments before begin to ease.

You were exhausted.

Wiping at your face, you tried to banish the tears that had left a salty trail burning down your cheek.

Steve doesn't say anything for a long minute, instead choosing to pull you into his side and light up a cigarette, which he was quick to offer you.

“T... thank you.”

You sat like that for a while... just watching people and cars passing by, smoking like two people on a perfectly ordinary break.

No one bothered to stop and ask you two questions. Hell, no one even shot a glance in your direction, everyone too busy with their own business to stop and give a shit about yours.

So you sat.

And smoked.

And said nothing... not until the cigarette was nothing more than a stub.

Steve was quick to take it from you, before it could burn your fingers. Tossing it aside, it had clearly served its purpose.

He stood and offered you a hand.

His face left no room for debate as he stated calmly, “Come on, I’m taking you home. Now.”

“Come on. A couple more steps, Y/N,” Steve urged, guiding you up the stairs to your apartment.

His hand was warm, firm even, as it pressed against your lower back.

He’d been like this since the moment you’d left the embassy, steering you and hovering over you like he expected you to simply topple over at the slightest breeze.

It was touching, yet irritating all at once - a sentiment you were too busy trying to put one foot in front of the other to even attempt to unpack. You were also just too goddamn tired.

“Here we are.” Steve’s words startled you. “Home sweet home.”

You didn’t remember giving him the keys, but you must have as he opened the door a second later and herded you inside.

There was emotion in your throat - threatening to spill from you. You were holding on by a thread and he knew it. Just as Carillo knew it, and possibly Connie too -

Wait, Connie?

You blinked as you realised that at some point the woman had also entered your home, most likely having been summoned by Steve on the drive home.

You wanted to feel guilty at the thought of her being dragged into your mess, but you were honestly too tired to feel anything other than grateful as she hurried over to you, offering you a cup of what you assumed was tea, as well as two pills.

To help take the edge off, she explained, urging you to take them. Doctor’s orders.

It was impossible to miss the way that they were both staring at each other - sharing anxious glances as you swallowed the tablets and dutifully sipped the tea.

They were worried about you. Hell, you were worried about you, and Javi, and Steve, and everyone else you loved and cared about - that was what had got you in this mess in the first place.

Damn it.

You heard them say as much as you marched yourself to your bedroom, claiming you were going to try and get some rest whilst you waited for news.

If they bought it, you couldn’t tell, but neither protested as you left them.

They simply let you go, allowing you the space and privacy to crawl into your bedroom, bury yourself in the unmade sheets, and lie down for a while. The medication had clearly started to work as you felt heavy... tired...

Lying there, you could hear their voices... faint murmurs drifting down the hall.

You caught only snippets as they tried and failed to keep their voices down, just as your parents had once done when you were just a kid. Still, despite their efforts, you caught enough to know that there was still no word from Javi, or about the raid he went on.

“-called Javi- no reply.”

“Carillo - try again -”

“-worried about her - stressed.”

Eventually, the words began to fade away, replaced instead by your body's sudden need to sleep. It was pointless to fight the drugs now in your system, or the comfort of being wrapped in the bed sheets that still smelled of Javi... not even you were strong enough to fight it as you felt yourself drifting off into sweet oblivion.

"Sweetheart?"

You must have still been dreaming - that was the thought that crossed your mind as you swore you heard Javi's voice.

"Javi?" you moaned, fighting against the grogginess that greeted you as you tried to open your eyes.

Despite the fact it was clearly now dark out, you could easily make out the face in front of you, illuminated from behind by the bedside lamp. The sight was almost angelic - as if some divine being had deigned to answer your prayers and return the love of your life back in to your arms.

“It's ok, I'm here, sweetheart,” Javi purred again, brushing your hair back behind your ear and pulling you close. “I’m right here, ok? In one piece - promise. The raid went off without a hitch. Even snagged ourselves a new asset for you to take a crack at.”

Your eyes shimmered with tears as you quickly burrowed into his chest. You didn't really hear what he was saying, too busy focusing on the fact that he was here to say it at all - here - alive - in your arms.

The reality hit you as you began to let it pour out of you: how relieved you were, how much you loved him. You also grumbled something about fucking telling you when he next decided to run off on a raid without so much as 'goodbye' - else you’d shoot him yourself.

“I’m sorry, carino. I am.”

And you believed him.

"I love you, Javi. So much."

"I love you too," he purred, "and I'm so sorry, I knew you were struggling, but when Steve told me-"

He didn't get to finish whatever the hell he'd been about to say. You didn't let him.

Instead, your lips surged hungrily towards his and as only Javi could, he kissed you back, soft and slow... as if desperate to reassure you through actions alone.

You felt him chuckle into your mouth as you grew impatient, grinding your hips against him in a silent plea for him to fill you. To join you. To bury himself, and the day you'd both had, in a moment of bliss.

It was a special kind of neediness, reserved for just him, and one that was only sated once he had fully joined with you, as one being. Safe. Whole.

Yes, in an ideal world he would have waited until after talking to you to lose himself in such a way. After all, Steve and Connie had filled him in on the troubling turn of events that his absence today had triggered - and he'd be lying if he said the idea didn't scare him shitless, that you had broken down so completely...

He could only thank God that Steve had been there for you - especially when he couldn't be himself.

But he was here now... and you had time to start trying to make sense of this mess. Together. Carillo had assured him of that, informing him in no uncertain terms that you both had the next few days off from work. He didn't want to see either one of you back in the office until you'd begun to sort through the mountain of shit you were buried under.

So, yes. If you wanted to lose yourself for tonight, to use him to forget the world outside for a perfect moment, then he was only too happy to oblige.

He’d wait until the morning to have a proper conversation.

He’d go down and whip you up some breakfast before trying to get you to open up to him about everything that had happened today… about the worries and concerns you’d been keeping locked away inside of you.

Then, after you’d fallen in to pieces in his arms, he could try and start to put you back together again. As a team.

#narcos masterlist #narcos fanfic #narcos imagine #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #steve murphy #connie murphy #colonel carrillo #colonel carillo #ithebookhoarder #masterlist #thesilentmage #pedro pascal

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hyunjin-amore · 9 months

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Billy loomis x Top male reader x Stu macher (Smut)

**WARNING: This article contains mature content and is intended for adult readers only. Reader discretion is advised.**

🖤❤️In the quiet town of Woodsboro, it was a steamy July night. Stars gleamed in the sky, and the moon was full. Teenagers are inside a darkened house, getting ready for an exciting and terrifying night ahead of them. Billy Loomis, the popular jock who was charming everyone, was getting ready for a party with M/N, his new partner. Tonight would mark their first official public appearance together as a couple, having been dating for a few weeks.

❤️🖤

❤️🖤 Billy was staring at his boyfriend's toned body in the mirror as he buttoned up his black shirt. His muscular arms and chest were flaunted by the form-fitting white tank top he was sporting. He had silky skin, and Billy was eager to put his arms around him and feel it against his own. The door was knocked on just then. It was Billy's closest buddy and co-conspirator, Stu Macher. Tonight was another one of Stu's very raucous parties. He had a cheeky smile on his face and was wearing tight pants and a leather jacket. Billy welcomed him and showed him to his boyfriend as soon as he answered the door.

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🖤❤️ For a few periods, Stu's gaze remained fixed on the M/N before shifting back to his pal. His eyebrows were waved suggestively as he inquired, "So, what are we doing tonight?" Billy said with a playful twinkle in his eyes, "I was thinking of taking my boyfriend to the abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town." Stu's eyes lit up with anticipation. The notorious farmhouse, hehe. He grinned devilishly. "It's the ideal spot for some privacy, and it has a creepy vibe to it."

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❤️🖤 Billy and M/N exchanged a glance and then nodded. After getting into Stu's vehicle, the three of them set out for the farmhouse. The moon was at its highest point as they arrived, giving the old mansion a spooky glow. The boys entered and proceeded to explore the dusty hallways and rooms. They shared a bottle of whiskey that Stu had brought, laughing at each other's jokes and taking swigs.

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🖤❤️ The boys began to become closer and more intimate as the night went on because of the alcohol's effects. Seated on a shattered couch, Billy and M/N muttered sweet nothings to each other while their fingers entwined. But Stu was feeling bold and adventurous. With his gaze fixed on the M/N, he moved in the direction of the youngsters. Stu leaned in and kissed the M/N without saying a word. Billy observed with excitement as Stu's hands traced each curve and line on his boyfriend's body. Stu ground down on M/N, letting out a groan.

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❤️🖤 Billy reached his breaking point. He desired to partake in the enjoyment. Grasping the M/N's hand, he drew him in his direction. Before long, the trio found themselves embroiled in a passionate embrace. The boys examined each other's bodies under the moonlight, discarding clothes and exposing skin. With their hands and tongues all over M/N, Billy and Stu collaborated to make him happy. Their coordinated and synchronized actions elevated their partner to previously unattainable levels of pleasure, making them an ideal partnership.

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❤️🖤 The males took turns as the night wore on, making sure they were everything to each other. Their groans and grunts resounded throughout the farmhouse as they gave in to their most basic cravings. Their crazy night came to an end as they lay exhausted and nude, with the light beginning to rise. The boys knew that this would be a night they would never forget, so they were both tired and excited. Billy realized he had not only found a new love in Stu and M/N but also a new team as they laughed and joked their way back to their separate houses. And he was eager to find out what other adventures they would go on later.

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writingsofwesteros · 2 months

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Alicent sneaking into her daughter's room for something, only to panic and hide under her bed when she hears footsteps approaching. The poor woman quickly regrets her choice when her daughter walks in with both Aegon and Aemond, the boys fighting over who gets to fuck her pussy first. Mortified, Alicent realizes she's waited too long and heard to much to just leave. She tries to stare up at the matress above her and zone out, but can't focus with the anxiety coursing through her along with the surprise at the absolutely sinful way her children were talking and behaving with one another.

She turns her head at the sound of a thunk, only to see her daughter's shapely ass first before looking up and seeing one of her sons, probably Aegon, pounding away at her throat. Her matching platinum locks wrapped around his fist as he helps her take his thick cock in her mouth, his whimpers echoing loudly as he gasps out the words "so good" as if his mind couldn't handle saying much more. A skinnier body comes up behind the other, confirming the first as Aegon, and she sees Aegon startle before understanding why. "If you're going to hog her tonight, you'll have to share yourself instead brother. Starting now..."

Aemond rubs his naked cock against his brother's ass before taking it a step further and rutting between his muscular yet plush cheeks, Aegon’s cute chubbiness combined with his Targaryen statue-like features complementing nicely together and secretly exciting his stubborn brother. Alicent's forced to watch as Aemond uses his brother like a sex toy, holding onto his hips and thrusting away before figuring out he liked the vibration when he spanked Aegon even better, simultaneously helping Aegon fuck their sister's throat raw.

She's thankful yet disgusted when she hears and sees her son's cum, Aemond painting Aegon’s ass and the floor white whereas you could see the mouthful of cum go down her daughter's throat when she swallowed her brother's seed down. Alicent prepares herself to find an opening to leave, thinking their fuck fest was over only to find herself sadly mistaken when her daughter gets on all fours on the ground and presents herself to them, her hips angled upward and at the perfect angle for them to sink their cock in. Then she starts with, "I had a thought..."

Alicent feels like she's failed as a mother when she hears her daughter instruct her sons on how they should fuck and even moreso when Aegon eagerly slips inside her and starts pounding away at her wet pussy. Then goes her proper son Aemond, spreading his brother open and using the cum he'd left behind to help lube him up before reaching between the two and collecting some of their combined fluids to be sure. Alicent's eyes widen and she stiffles a gasp when Aemond works his full length into Aegon within seconds, Aegon stopping his thrusts and panting like a whore before resting his back against Aemond to get used to the stretch.

Aemond shows some mercy and nuzzles his neck a bit, scattering a few kisses before brutally ramming his cock into his sensitive older brother, their sister appreciatively moaning before fucking herself back onto Aegon’s cock and enjoying the weird new experience of getting the effects of her brothers fucking. Alicent tries to ignore the way her own pussy was spasming and her wetness dripping, excusing her horrific arousal by telling herself no sane person wouldn't be turned on by the sight. Especially with the sounds of skin slapping together passionately and the gushy sound of her daughter's pussy getting stirred up by her brother's cock.

Perhaps she'll be able to find a way to rationalize her slipping her fingers down to stroke her clit when she realizes her perverted children wouldn't be stopping anytime soon, likely planning to spend all night enjoying pushing the limit of what they could do to each other's bodies. It will be a bit hard for her to explain away why her fingers sped up and brought her to orgasm when she watched her daughter ride Aemond, the girl's impressive tits bouncing around while Aegon helps move her hips. 👑💀

ALL OF THIS!

..one of them will speak to her tomorrow, asking if she enjoyed herself ;)

#👑💀anon

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last minute sexy sunday submission!!

just thinking about Jake pulling you aside mid-conversation at some event, taking you out into an empty room or hallway and pressing you to the nearest wall, whispering in your ear, “I need you so bad, darling. I couldn’t stand another minute in there.”

HAPPY SEXY SUNDAY!

This one is from last week and let me just tell you… I have been day dreaming about this idea since I first saw it.

Warnings: 18+ only! MINORS DNI!! Smut! Alcohol consumption, pet names, kissing, fluff, slight exhibitionism, slight mocking, digital penetration, unprotected sex. Please let me know if I missed anything! I’m still very new to this.

Jake was on a high from tonight. You couldn’t stop smiling because he couldn’t stop smiling. Your boyfriend had just won another Grammy with his band, Greta Van Fleet, and you couldn’t be more thrilled for them. They deserved this. Starcatcher deserved this. You, of course, had come as Jake’s plus one to the Grammys after party, and he wouldn’t let you leave his side. He either had his fingers interlaced with yours or held you close by the waist as he led you around the room introducing you to other people in the music industry. You each had 2 glasses of wine to drink at the event and had started to give each other subtle glances back and forth. The way he looked at you was enough to send waves of electricity throughout your body. Jake looked at you with so much love, so much lust, so much passion. It didn’t matter how long you had been together. Time only made you crave each other more.

Jake was lost in conversation with a fellow artist when you noticed that your glass had run dry. You gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, released his hand, and had started to turn away not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you were going to step away to get a refill at the bar. He grasped you by the upper arm before pulling you into an embrace and pressed his soft, plump lips against yours in a quick but deep kiss. You had opened your eyes to find his beautiful caramel ones staring into yours. He smirked at how caught off guard you were and let you stagger towards the bar, fully aware of how stunned that kiss had made you.

When you finally made it to the bar, you kindly ordered 2 fresh glasses of wine. The bartender set them down for you while you dropped a tip into the tip jar. You then picked them both up and almost ran directly into Jake when you immediately turned around. “Jake, oh my god. You scared me!” You laughed. Jake responded with a toothy grin, “Sorry, my love. Just didn’t want to stay away from my girl for too long.” You could feel the redness start to bloom on your face under your makeup. “I was only gone for 5 minutes max, baby.” Jake took a sip from the glass you handed him and said, “and even that is far too long. Come with me, I want to show you something.”

Jake grabbed you by the hand and led you out of the main ballroom doors and down the hall towards what looked like some dark, unlit abandoned rooms. Before making it all the way there, Jake pinned you against the wall in the hallway, his warm body up completely up against yours. His teeth grazed over your neck before moving up and catching your ear in his teeth, biting down softly at first and then harder before sucking your earlobe between his lips. Your arms twisted around his neck and tangled into his hair, lightly pulling it at the root. “I need you so bad, darling. I couldn’t stand another minute in there,” he panted between the opened mouthed kisses he was placing on your neck and chest. “But Jake, there are people in the room 20 feet away. What if someone hears us? What if someone comes out and sees us?” Despite the hesitant words leaving your mouth, you were grabbing his tie, hiking your leg around his hip pulling him closer. Thank god you had decided to wear a full length gown with a high leg slit. Easy access.

Jake rested his forehead against yours, gazing down at you, and reached his hand down between your two bodies, opening the slit of your dress up wider before cupping your clothed and now drenched pussy. “My pretty girl doesn’t want someone to come out here and see how well I take care of her, huh? You sure about that, my love? You sure you don’t like the idea of someone watching the way you melt under my touch?” With that, Jake pushed your tiny lacy thong to the side exposing your pussy to him. You whimpered when he dragged his middle finger now wet from your arousal from your entrance up to your clit and started rubbing feather light circles on you inadvertently causing you to buck your hips from the wall and into his hand. “Oh so my needy girl wants to ride my fingers now, huh?” He teased. “Do you, darling? Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you with my hand.” You moaned, “Please, Jake. Please. Give me more. I want you, I need you.” You were practically begging him.

Jake crashed his lips hard into yours opening his mouth in a passionate and steamy kiss, welcoming your tongue into his mouth. While your tongues wrestled back and forth, he pushed both his middle and ring fingers slowly into your pussy eliciting a moan from you that he simply and eagerly swallowed down. Jake felt you squeezing around his fingers while he picked up his pace and pumped them in and out of you quicker, simultaneously using his thumb to rub your clit bringing you closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. You could feel his hard erection straining against his dress pants pressing against your thigh as you reached down and palmed his thick cock. Right as you did that, Jake quickly pulled his fingers out of you and moved your dress back into place when he heard the sound of the ballroom door open. He grabbed your hand and you started giggling as you both ran further down the hall to find a secluded, empty room to continue in. You entered a small and very dark coat closet. The sound of Jake clicking the lock into place made you jump. Wow, it was really dark in here. Your eyes took a minute to adjust to it. However, you could already tell what Jake was doing when you heard him fumbling with the buckle of his belt. You reached out for him and found his waist. He shuffled closer towards you and pressed his body against yours again. “That was close,” he sighed. “Where were we?” “Hmm, well… I actually was close before we were so rudely interrupted,” you whined. Jake laughed at your cute play on words. “I’m sorry, darling. As much as I love hearing you moan my name in a public place, I selfishly want to keep your pretty sounds all to myself.”

Jake grabbed you by your ass, picking you up as you straddled him and wrapped your legs around his hips once again. You could feel the shaft of his now freed cock against your pussy. You couldn’t help yourself as you moved your hips up and down. The slick wetness of your pussy easily allowing you to grind up and down against him. He moaned and brought his mouth back to yours as he unexpectedly placed you down on a cold, hard surface. It was dark in there but you could make out that it was a table. Jake pushed you to lay down flat on the table and took hold of his cock before stroking himself with the combination of the precum leaking from his tip and your juices coating him perfectly. He teased your entrance with his head, lightly pushing in and withdrawing repeatedly. You couldn’t wait any longer and tried bucking your hips and scooting further down the table to give yourself some more friction, just a few more inches of him. “Aw you’re so cute when you’re eager for me, my love. You want my cock deep in your pussy? I can tell. It’s all yours. You want me to give it to you right now?” Jake mocked you. Before you could respond, Jake thrusted into you hard. He entered you fully, deep and hard, stretching you so tightly as you tried out. He paused and groaned when he was all the way in. Just wanting to feel how warm and wet you are for him and only him.

You moaned when Jake pulled a few inches out and thrusted back in, changing his pace in time with your sounds. He reached down between your legs once again and began to rub your clit. The stimulation nearly made you lose your vision as he brought you right back to the edge of that cliff. You grabbed his suit jacket and buried your face in it, muffling your noise as you throbbed around his cock. “Look at me, darling. Right now. Don’t you dare try to hide from you. I want to see all your pretty tears as you come all over my cock for me, understand?” You pried yourself away from his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, opening your eyes and staring at the beautiful man above you. His face was dripping in sweat, his hair wild around his face as he moaned from the pleasure of being buried deep in you. Jake pressed his face to your neck. Kissing you. His sweat on your skin as he rocked against you. Faster and faster. “Fuck, Jake… I’m gonna…” Your muscles clenched, gripping him tightly, as your vision blurred and eyes rolled back into your head. You were hovering right at the edge of the orgasm that had been taunting you for far too long tonight. He didn’t just push you over the edge… No, he sent you screaming into orgasm as your whole body shook against the table. Every trust of his cock drew your orgasm out until you could hardly breathe. You felt him kiss away a tear that had escaped your eye. His hands tangled in your hair, gripping you possessively, grinding out the words, “Fuck, darling…” Jake’s cock swelled as he finally spilled inside you. He was panting, trembling against you as he laid his head down on your chest, still inside you. You could feel Jake smirk against you when he whispered, “What do you say we ditch this party, get home and go for round two?”

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reallygroovyninja · 3 months

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Another fluffy prompt, Lexa cooks breakfast for Clarke the morning after they finally get together after years of pinning

I decided to have Clarke make breakfast instead.

Clarke stood in the kitchen, the early morning light casting a soft glow through the window. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and boxers, she rubbed her eyes, still groggy from sleep. She wandered over to the fridge and pulled it open, staring at its contents with a furrowed brow.

"Alright, what can I make that I can't mess up?" she muttered to herself, scanning the shelves. Her eyes landed on a carton of eggs and a loaf of bread on the counter. "Scrambled eggs and toast it is," she decided, letting out a small sigh of relief. Clarke wasn't much of a cook, but she knew she could handle this simple breakfast.

As she reached for the eggs, her thoughts drifted back to the night before. Clarke and Lexa had been friends for several years, their bond strong, but there had always been an undercurrent of something more. They had kissed a few times, but it never went beyond that, always stopping before crossing an invisible line.

Last night was different. They had been watching a movie, the flickering screen casting shadows around the room. Clarke remembered how their hands had brushed against each other, a spark igniting a fire she could no longer ignore. For some reason, they had both hesitated, then moved toward each other almost simultaneously. The kiss that followed was different from the others—full of passion and longing.

The memory of their kiss sent a shiver down Clarke's spine. What started as a tentative exploration quickly escalated into something far more intense. They found themselves entangled, hands roaming, breaths mingling. Before she knew it, they were in Lexa's bed, their clothes discarded in a trail behind them. The feel of Lexa's skin against hers, the way their bodies fit together—it was overwhelming and intoxicating.

Clarke hadn't meant to knot Lexa. It was something she had always been cautious about with others, but hearing Lexa beg for her knot, the raw need in her voice had caused Clarke to lose all sense of where she was. She gave in to the primal urge, driven by a mix of love and desire that had been building for years.

The memory of Lexa's soft moans and the way her body had responded to Clarke's touch played in her mind like a symphony. Clarke felt her pulse quicken, the rhythm pounding in her ears. A rush of warmth spread across her face, tinging her cheeks pink. She hoped that what they shared last night would only strengthen their bond, bringing them closer than ever.

The sizzle of the eggs as they hit the hot pan brought her back to the present, filling the kitchen with a comforting aroma. Clarke moved with cautious precision, stirring the eggs gently. She quickly put slices of bread into the toaster and glanced at the clock, hoping to have everything ready before Lexa woke up.

The toast popped up, golden brown, just as the eggs finished cooking. Clarke plated the food with a touch of pride, adding a sprinkle of salt and pepper to the eggs. She arranged everything neatly on a tray, even adding a small vase with a single flower she had picked from the garden the day before.

With the tray balanced carefully in her hands, Clarke made her way toward the bedroom, her mind still lingering on the night before. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open, ready to surprise Lexa with a simple but heartfelt breakfast.

As she entered, she saw Lexa stirring, a soft smile spreading across her face when she saw Clarke. The sight made Clarke's heart flutter, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. It was a new beginning, and Clarke was ready to embrace whatever came next.

Setting the tray down on a nearby table, Clarke took a moment to appreciate the peacefulness of the morning. She turned back to Lexa, who was now fully awake, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. Clarke couldn't resist the pull she felt towards her.

She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, her heart racing with anticipation. Lexa's smile grew wider, and she reached out to take Clarke's hand.

"Good morning," Clarke whispered, her voice soft and tender.

"Good morning," Lexa replied, her voice still husky with sleep.

Clarke couldn't help herself. She found herself leaning down, her eyes locked onto Lexa's. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a soft brush of lips that quickly deepened. The kiss was full of the passion and longing that had built up over the years, a continuation of the intensity they had shared the night before.

Lexa's hand found its way to Clarke's hair, pulling her closer. Clarke responded, her hands resting on Lexa's waist, holding her tightly. The kiss quickly became more fervent, both of them unable to hold back the desire that had simmered for so long.

Lexa was already naked in the bed, her skin warm and inviting. Clarke, still in her t-shirt and boxers, felt the heat between them intensify. Her hands began to explore, sliding over Lexa's smooth skin, feeling every curve and contour. Lexa let out a soft moan, her own hands tracing the lines of Clarke's back, pulling her closer still.

Clarke hesitated for a moment, pulling back slightly. "Lexa," she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and concern, "I don’t have a condom."

Lexa's eyes softened, and she cupped Clarke's face gently. "Clarke, I told you last night," she said, her voice steady and reassuring, "if you sire a child with me, it would be an amazing gift."

The sincerity in Lexa's eyes melted Clarke's last reservations. She nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and leaned back in to kiss Lexa deeply. Their passion reignited, burning even hotter than before. Clarke's hands moved with purpose, sliding her t-shirt over her head and discarding it, followed by her boxers.

Now, skin to skin, they explored each other with an urgency that spoke of years of pent-up longing. Clarke's lips trailed kisses along Lexa's neck, down to her collarbone, each touch eliciting a soft gasp or moan from Lexa. Lexa's hands roamed Clarke's body, mapping out every inch as if trying to memorize her.

Their movements became more synchronized, each touch, kiss, and caress drawing them closer to the edge. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies finding a rhythm that felt natural and right. Every touch, every kiss was a promise of love and devotion, a culmination of years of feelings that had remained hidden, silently growing in their hearts.

As they lost themselves in each other, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the connection they shared, the passion that bound them together. At that moment, nothing else was needed—just the two of them, together at last, exploring the depths of their love, ready to face whatever the future might hold.

#wanhedasdaggerweek24 #some smuttish fluff

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ozai-the-bonsai · 2 years

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Tame the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Summary: Daemon has asked you to marry him, but you have to wait to talk with King Viserys until Rhaeneyra and Laenor's wedding takes place. As you and Daemon try to hide the affection you feel for one another, everything gets more complicated with you being betrothed to Jason Lannister.

Warnings: I’m not a native English speaker, strong language, incest, mention of sex, mother abusing her daughter

Taglist: @disneydaddyevans @mirandastuckinthe80s @xicesam @mariamyousef702 @eddiemadmunson @dont-try-pesticide @sweetybuzz25 @hc-geralt-23 23 @schniiipsel @ttae-yong @syrma-sensei

A/N: @schniiipsel requested me to write a few more chapters to the series, so here I am! To be honest, I am not entirely pleased with this part since there is not much of an action in it, but I had to build up the story :) There are a few more parts I'm currently planning to write, we will see :3 If you want to be added to the taglist for the series (or for my future works about Daemon Targaryen in general), just let me know!

| Part 4 |

You woke up to the feeling someone gently caressing your cheek. When your eyes slowly opened, you were greeted by Daemon’s soft smile, which was reaching his purple pupils. A similar smile formed on your lips as you spoke. “Morning.”

Daemon cupped your face and leaned into you to leave a small kiss on your lips. “Morning, sunshine.”

“I could get used to this,” you whispered against his lips while running the fingers of your left hand in his silver hair, “waking up to the sight of you.”

Daemon chuckled as his lips wandered down to your neck. “I wasn’t aware that you were so eager to have me by your side, Princess.” He spoke in between kisses. “Or rather in your bed.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I though you’ve had enough of this tease the Princess game last night.” You said as he raised his head to look at you.

“I can never get enough of you, Y/N.” He told you before pressing his lips against yours. Even though the kiss started out passionately, it quickly evolved into a rather soft and loving one. Then, Daemon slowly parted your lips. “Come now, we should get dressed.”

Both of you were, seemingly, lost in your own ocean of thoughts for no one said a word while you two got dressed. Since Daemon only had his nightwear, he wore them once again; you changed into a black dress with long sleeves and a low-cut.

To break the silence and ask the question which had been roaming in your head since last night, you cleared your throat. Daemon looked at you with questioning eyes as he brought a glass full of water to his lips. “Will you talk with the King about… us?”

Daemon paused before taking a sip from the water. “About the marriage?” he asked to be sure. You nodded at him. He drank some water before responding to your question. “I will, Y/N, I still stand by what I told you last night. But,” taking a few steps towards you, Daemon cupped your face, “not today. My brother has too many things to worry about and I don’t think it’d be the best idea to tell him that I want to take you as my wife, who is still betrothed to Jason Lannister. We should wait for a time in which he is in a pleasant mood.”

You had completely forgot about the wedding.

The celebrations for Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding were beginning at the present day with a feast at night, then, for the remaining six days there was going to be a tournament during the day, and a feast during the night. All the Lords and Ladies from the noble Houses and families were gathering at King’s Landing.

Which meant that Jason Lannister would be there, too.

You nodded at Daemon’s words. “Of course, I have forgot about the wedding,” you spoke quietly. “You know your brother better than I do, so I trust you in this. But Daemon, please be quick.” You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath. “I don’t know how long I can bear this wedding nonsense with Jason Lannister.”

Daemon left a quick kiss on your lips. “I will, I promise.”

The doors of your chambers were opened.

You, instinctually, tried to step away from Daemon as you thought of a sensible excuse for having him in your chambers at that time of the morning in his nightwear. However, Daemon didn’t let you step back as he held your hand.

The moment your mother walked in from the doors; you knew all hell was about to break loose.

With a deep frown on her face, Delaena Targaryen looked at you and Daemon. “What is happening here?” She asked with a demanding tone as Ser Ryden closed the doors. When her looks wandered down to see you two holding hands, her eyes widened. “I want an explanation, now!”

Slowly, Daemon let go of your hand and began walking towards the door. “You will have the explanation you desire, Delaena, when the right time comes.” He told your mother with his usual Daemon-attitude. “I will see you around, Princess.” After winking at you, he opened the doors and left your chambers.

You could literally see the fire of her rage inside her blue eyes as your mother turned to face you. “You stupid girl, what have you done this time?” She spoke between her gritted teeth, holding you firmly from your arm. You tried to shake her off, but you stopped struggling when you heard her gasp -she had seen the marks on your neck.

Then, she slapped you.

“How could you let him touch you, Y/N?” She literally screamed at you as you held your cheek and took some steps back. Your eyes were filled with tears -not because it physically hurt you too much, but your pride was badly hurt. “Your uncle? That troubled man?!”

“He is the only one,” you spoke after wiping away the tears, “who doesn’t use me to mend their political shit!”

Your mother let out a condescending laughter. “Do you really think that he cares about you?” she asked with a scornful tone. “All that Daemon cares about is power, Y/N. And you are a bigger fool than I have thought if you really do believe that he will change, just for you.”

You began to shake your head hysterically. “No, you don’t know what you are talking about!”

You knew that what you shared with Daemon was something special. You had been feeling it in his touches, in his kisses, and in between his words. He had been the one asking you to marry him -there was no other way he could get even more specific.

No, she is simply trying to confuse me. I will not let her push me away from Daemon.

“Fine, believe in whatever you want,” your mother told you as she threw a red, silk scarf at you. “Use this to cover those fucking marks on your neck, for the Gods’ sake! Your husband will be arriving shortly and the last thing I wish is for him to see you like this, marked by your uncle!”

You didn’t realise how hard you were clenching your fist -your long nails had sunken so deep into your palm that blood started flowing down between your knuckles.

Delaena Targaryen pointed at you in a threatening way before she left your chambers. “This will be the last I hear about this nonsense about you and Daemon. I won’t warn you again.”

[Time Skip]

When you returned to the Dragonpit, you had been riding your dragon, Virion, for hours.

After your fight with your mother, you knew you needed some time away from everything and everyone not to do or say something you would regret -you needed time to calm yourself down. Of course, the only way you could be by yourself, was up in the sky, accompanied by your dear Virion.

You hated your mother deeply for everything she had been putting you through; however, she was still your mother -even the thought of cutting your ties with her completely made your heart ache.

It is so unfair, you thought, that she could be so cruel to me, but I cannot mirror the same to her.

As if she doesn’t love me at all.

With the sleeves of your dress, you wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks. You gave yourself the permission to cry only when you were alone with Virion (or when you were being scolded by your mother); however, back in the Dragonpit, someone could always walk in on you.

While you were floating in the sky, you had a lot of time to think about the situation you were currently in -that you had to wait for Daemon to talk with King Viserys and in the meantime, you had to act completely normal around him. Which was, of course, going to take a lot of effort since his mere presence was enough to intoxicate you.

About Jason Lannister, you had decided to keep your façade around him as best as you could, trying to give him the image of the Targaryen Princess he thought he was going to marry, so that no further complications would arise before the King was informed about the situation between Daemon and yourself.

“I knew I would find you here.”

A smile formed on your lips upon hearing his soothing voice coming from behind you. After placing one last kiss on Virion’s nose, you turned back to face Daemon, who was leaning at the wall with his hands crossed over his chest. You could make out a small smirk on his lips.

“I must say that you know me rather too well, my Prince.” You spoke with a playful tone while you walked towards him. “Don’t you think so?”

Daemon’s eyes were lingering on your lips. “In that case, I would wish to know you too well more often, Princess.” He said, causing you to giggle at his words. Then, he leant into you and pressed his lips against yours. You shared a short, but passionate kiss.

You sighed. “I find it so hard to hold myself back when you are around me,” your voice was slightly louder than a whisper. “Tonight is going to be a proper challenge.”

Daemon winked at you as he made you hold his arm. “But it makes the sex even better -the more you long for it.” You were blushed, but at the same time, you were quite turned on. “Come now, Princess, your mother was looking for you everywhere.”

You didn’t even try to hide it when you rolled your eyes. “What does she want this time?” You asked with a weary tone as you walked to the exit.

“The Lannisters are here, enjoying a little chat with my brother.” Daemon responded, you could clearly feel the annoyance in his tone. “He is expecting you, too.”

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. “I have no desire to see that fuckface.”

Daemon chuckled at your words; it always amused him how much hatred you could actually carry under that pretty face of yours. “Your enthusiasm to spend some time with your future husband astonishes me, Princess.” He teased you, which he enjoyed quite much.

“Says you, who was quite eager to crush the said husband's head, if I recall it correctly, my Prince.” You teased him back as you walked towards the Godswood. Daemon sent you a deep look, which sent shivers down your spine, because of excitement, for he was giving you the exact same look as he did the previous night before he fucked you on that damned table.

I cannot let my mind wander off to the memories from last night, doesn’t matter how tempting they seem. You casted one last longing look at Daemon as you arrived at Godswood. For the moment I recall them, the more I want him, again.

“There she is,” you heard King Viserys speaking, which brought you back to reality. “My beautiful niece!” As he casted a look at Daemon, whose arm you were still holding, he smiled at you. “I see that my brother was right -you were with Virion, I assume?”

You immediately wore your political façade as you nodded at the King’s words with a soft smile on your lips. “You of all people, your Grace, know how much of a passion I have for flying.”

Your eyes slowly met those of your mother, who was standing next to a tall, golden-haired, and fairly handsome man -Ser Jason Lannister. His younger twin brother, Ser Tyland Lannister, was speaking with the other members of House Lannister. Upon seeing the warning look inside your mother’s eyes, you slowly let Daemon’s arm go.

“I didn’t now you had such a close relationship with your Uncle Daemon, Princess Y/N.” Jason Lannister told you as he handed you a glass of wine. You tried hard to resist the urge to roll your eyes at his words. As if he knows anything about me. Idiot. But before you could answer, Viserys spoke.

“Yes, Y/N has always been special to Daemon -a relationship which sometimes makes me jealous.” The King said; of course, he had little idea what he was really talking about. You bit the insides of your cheeks to prevent yourself from laughing; however, Daemon showed little to no effort as he snorted. You sent him a warning look.

You took the glass from Jason’s hand as you sent him a fake smile. “Daemon has been the one closest to me ever since I lost my father, my Lord.”

“Rather too close, I would say,” your mother spoke with a somewhat scolding tone. Her silver dress was literally shining under the sun. Your eyes winded at her words. She added. “It is quite unusual for an uncle to care so deeply about his niece -not to mention that it is Daemon we are speaking of.”

What is she doing?

Daemon placed his left hand on the small of your back as he spoke. “Unlike you, Lady Delaena, I am capable of showing love.” You could see your mother getting tenser by the second. “Of course, I would not expect you to understand, since you are, in the first place, incapable of showing love and affection to your own daughter.”

You could swear your mother had gone red in the face. Viserys looked weary as if he had been expecting Daemon to make a scene. Jason Lannister, on the other hand, was very much shocked at the turn of events.

As if he hadn’t done enough to taunt your mother, Daemon left a small kiss on top of your head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a small business to attend to.”

The confusion inside Jason Lannister’s eyes quickly turned into jealousy as he watched Daemon walk away.

[Time Skip]

The hour you spent with Jason Lannister felt like a year.

To let you two get to know each other better, Viserys and Delaena had left you two alone in the Godswood for an hour. All Jason could talk about was his golds, his castle, and how fine of a knight he was. It could have bored you to death if you had to endure it a little longer.

From a fair perspective, Jason Lannister was a fine man, and the lion was probably the dream of many ladies around Westros. However, being a dragon, you found little joy in playing with the lion -he was too small, too weak for you. Of course, you knew very well that you could wrap him around your little finger with ease if you gave him the slightest bit of attention, but there was no fun in it.

He was no fine match for you.

After the King and Delaena Targaryen returned to the Godswood, you quickly started a conversation with Viserys about how fine of a knight Jason was and left the two of them talking about their adventures as you walked away silently. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you heaved a sigh as you sat down, the voices of the others fading into the background.

Upon hearing the footsteps approaching you, you turned right to look at the person. The look inside your violet eyes softened almost immediately when you saw Daemon walking towards you.

“Have you come to rescue me?” You asked him while you made place for him to sit near you.

Daemon casted a look at his brother and your betrothed before seating himself. “It doesn’t seem like you are in need of that, Princess.”

You took a deep breath as you leaned back, your eyes were on Jason, but you could feel Daemon looking down at you. “Have you ever seen a dragon eat a lion, Daemon?”

Your questions caused him to snort. “I have seen many dragons eat many sheep, but a lion? No, I haven’t.” He responded and took the cup from your hands, which made you turn your eyes to him. “But I would love to see such a thing. Must be quite amusing, I assume.”

You watched him as he drank from the cup he took from you. At that moment, all you wanted to wish for was to be betrothed to Daemon, so that you would be free to kiss him and taste the wine on his tongue at the present moment.

He was all in black, other than his silver hair and pale skin. Even though you loved it more when the moonlighted melted in his hair; the sunlight gave it a breath-taking touch, too.

When he saw you looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, he took a deep breath and placed the cup on the table in front of you. “Y/N,” he breathed out your name, causing the memories from the previous night to resurface. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” You found yourself asking with a low tone, which held the longing you felt for him.

Daemon’s eyes wandered to your lips as he spoke. “It makes me want to rip off your dress and have you right then and there.”

The urge to place your hands around his neck and pull him into a kiss was so strong that you had to fold your hands on your lap. “I find myself thinking about last night,” you whispered at him, your look racing between Daemon’s purple eyes and his soft lips. “Every time I lay my eyes on you.”

Daemon took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The way he struggled to hold back was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself getting wet. “Bisa bantis, tolī se kisalbar, jaelan naejot māzigon naejot ao, dārilaros, se qogralbar ao ēva ao epagon nyke naejot tepagon ao iā keligon.” Daemon spoke in High Valyrian, still maintaining a low voice so that no one would hear him. [Tonight, after the feast, I want to visit you, Princess, and fuck you until beg me to give you some rest.]

You found yourself sighing when you heard his words, trying not to rub your thighs against each other. “Kesan sagon jurnegēre naejot naejot ziry, ñuha dārilaros.” [I will be looking forward to it, my Prince.]

The intense moment you were sharing with Daemon was interrupted by someone calling at you. When you saw that it was none other than Jason Lannister, your pain in the ass, you couldn’t help yourself but roll your eyes. Daemon snickered at your reaction.

“Princess,” Jason Lannister said as he approached you and Daemon. “Would you be so kind to join me on a ride? I have brought the finest of our horses.”

You forced a kind smile to form on your lips as you stood up. “I would love to, my Lord, but I should get ready for the feast -it is getting quite late.” You could see the disappointment inside Jason’s eyes but at the same time, there was a hint of jealousy, too. “I will see you tonight.”

#daemon x reader #daemon x reader smut #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen smut #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #daemon x rhaenyra #matt smith #game of thrones #smut

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eden031 · 2 years

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The wedding

Content: highly suggestive, fade to black, not beta read

Summary: Your and Harwin Strong's wedding

You could hear the blood rushing in your ear as your hand was cramped around your fathers arm. The green garment he was wearing wrinkled underneath your tight grip as you walked through the halls of the Sept. The Sept was beautiful, but that did not ease your nerves at all. The only thing that brought you some sense of comfort was the heavy cloak in your family's colours draped over your shoulders.

„It will be alright.“ your fathers rough voice brought you back to reality. Everything seemed a little more intense than it usually did.

„I know…“ you just responded, trying to keep your calm and not turn around and run the other way. It was your wedding and you knew that there was nothing to be afraid of. The man you were to marry was a good man, a kind man even you would say. You had gotten to know him better during your time at court and had found yourself being rather attracted to him. Another thing you had found out about him was something that most would not have expected. Even if people called him „breakbones“ and he was most famous for his skill in combat, Harwin was a well and soft spoken man with a heart that beat for the fine arts and a calm life.

Most of your time together was spent playing Cyvasse or walking through the gardens of the castle together.

„You are a little pale, dear.“ your father stated plainly, almost ignoring the fact that you were indeed up since the early hours of the morning and had not had a single moment of rest since then.

You snorted and gave your father a side eye glance. He was probably just trying to lift your spirits and maybe even make you relax a little. You had finally reached the grand doors of the main room of the sept and the guards were about to open the doors, but you stopped them with a quick gesture.

„Father,“ you paused, trying to put what you were feeling into words, „Thank you“

Your father just nodded and kissed your cheek. Then you nodded and the doors opened.

People were standing at the sides, pressed together. You had spotted the royal family rather quickly due to their signature silver hair. On the other side you saw your sisters and brothers, all dressed in their best clothes and on their best behaviour. In the arms of your mother, who was crying, was your youngest sister. All the chatter had died down as the doors had opened and you felt nausea rising in your stomach.

Harwin was standing slightly before the Septon, a cloak in his hands. You and your father started to walk and with every step towards your future husband you felt more like turning around and leaving. As you reached Harwin your father took off your cloak and walked to where the rest of your family stood.

Harwin smiled at you and in that moment it felt as if all the nausea was gone. Your breaths were still shaky and now you did not even really hear what the Septon was saying anymore. After a few moments Harwin took the cloak in both of his hands, that was your que to turn around. The cloak was heavy on your shoulders, but you did not mind at all, it was somewhat comforting.

The rest of the ceremony was almost blurry and even after many years you still had trouble recalling it, the only thing that was clear in your mind were words:“You may now kiss the bride.“

With that Harwin and you kissed. The kiss was not long or passionate. It almost seemed shy and chaste, but there was something buried underneath the short and sweet kiss; a longing that had been suppressed for far too long and was about to break free.

The celebrations were in full swing. You and Harwin had been chatting merrily and everything just felt so right at that moment. The food and drink that were served were amazing and most of the people seemed to enjoy themselves.

Suddenly you noticed the eyes of a few men on you. Something about the way they looked at you made you uneasy and made a shiver run down your skin. Your hand searched for your not quite husband's hand. Then you realised why they were looking at you like that.

„Harwin!“ you almost had to shout to catch his attention over all the clattering, chattering and the music.

„Yes, my Lady.“ he smiled at you as his hair fell into his face, which made him look even more handsome.

„About the bedding…“ your voice was hushed now and he had leaned in to hear you better. His scent was almost intoxicating. He smelled of leather, rain and freshly cut wood. A rumble went through his chest at the mention of the bedding, it was not quite a laugh, but something close.

„What about it?“ he asked, genuinely curious at what you had to say about the bedding ceremony.

„I would like for it to be more private…“ you stated. What you tried to express in that moment was that you would like to be alone in the room with him. He nodded and gently kissed your cheek.

„Of course, my Lady.“ he straightened up again. He smiled again, gently taking your hand and kissing it. His warmth was radiating from him and it was not only comforting but also an assurance that he had not left your side.

Time seemed to fly by. Passing touches, glances and smiles were exchanged between you and your husband.

Then the King rose „I believe that everyone is quite tired already and the groom and bride should retire to their chamber. It is time for the bedding!“ he cheered and the crowd roared.

People started to get up and Harwin grabbed your hand as he also noticed the hungry eyes of many men around the room. As the people had gathered around you and had tried to grab you and Harwin, Harwin got up and his vice carried over the shouting of the masses.

„Thank you, but I believe we will be able to take off our own clothes and we do not need witnesses in the room.“ he smiled charmingly. It was obviously not up for discussion and everyone parted as you two walked through the crowd. At one point he had wrapped his arm around your waist to guide you to your chambers.

The next morning's talk was loud. People joked about how they now understood why they did not need witnesses in the room since the cries of pleasure had carried through the castle for the whole night. The talk about „Breakbones“ and his delicate wife would last for more than three years and was laughed about over drinks, not only by strangers but also by the couple themselves.

#hotd thoughts #house of the dragon #game of thrones #harwin strong #harwin strong fanfic #hotd #hotd season 1 #sir harwin #ser harwin strong #ser harwin #harwin strong x reader #harwin breakbones

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thekinkyleopard · 9 months

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How the Wolf,

Snuffed Christmas

A Holiday RemixLevi Special!

Based off a Prompt! An @aller-geez Request!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Contagion M, Snz Fic, Sniffles, Cold Fic,

Sick Fic, Fluff

Description: This Fic is Loosely based off a prompt by Mimikusu.

Remi and Levi are long distance lovers who met online when they were teens. Now they’re adults and they can finally meet up! So the leopard flies the wolf out for Christmas to enjoy the festivities together as they both had come from broken families. Remi however, has come down with something gnarly, will it ruin the holiday magic? Can he hide it?

Levi practically bounced where he stood in the airport lobby waiting patiently for the sight of his long distance on and off boyfriend. For years the two were crazy about each other but due to distance they would often go back and forth between dating and just friends. They were obsessed with one another though and never went a day without talking. This time, Levi had saved up enough money to fly the man out, and he was more than excited to finally meet the other he’d been talking to since he was 13.

He stood there, waiting, and waiting before he saw him. The tall raven haired man came walking with the swagger of a mafia boss, glaring at each passing citizen that bumped him. It wasn’t long before their eyes connected, and they each broke out in a huge smile. Levi took off into a full sprint toward the large man, and immediately flung his body onto him like a spider monkey. Clinging to Remi’s body the two embraced each other tightly and without reserves, or hesitation Remi brought their mouths in for a heated, passionate kiss. When they pulled away, Remi pressed his forehead to the other’s and smiled deeply. “Heya, Kitten,” both of them out of breath and just happy to see each other.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Levi squeaked as he twirled to the other’s side and reached for Remi’s one suitcase.

“Hey! Don’t you dare! Gimme that,” the man swooped the leopard’s hand into his own threading their fingers gently together before his other gripped hold of his own suitcase. “ANYWAY, where we headed?” Asking Levi with a charming side smirk that caused the smaller’s heart to race the moment he saw it.

“I figured we could go down to the Mall actually! There’s a Christmas Market happening this whole week there and I thought it was would be super fun to go to!” Remington’s heart dropped and he immediately wanted to get on a flight back home. He hated Christmas anything, his mother had ruined it for him. Every year she’d go on a tangent about how his dad left them with nothing and that’s why Christmas always sucked and there’s no gifts. Then she’d get doped up on horse and pass out. Happy Holidays.

Yet, when he looked down at the other’s excited face twisted in joy he couldn’t dare shatter that. So he nodded. “Okay but can we possibly go tomorrow? I really need to shower and get settled before I go walking around,” he chuckled loosely, scratching the back of his neck nervously, hoping he wasn’t disappointing the other in this moment.

“Good idea, we can go early and enjoy the whole day! They have a pumpkin pancake breakfast that is to die for but it’s only in the morning at the Cinnamon roll shop! So we can do that !” The cat was practically radiating with excitement and Christmas joy. Remi, not so much, but every second he was around the beaming cat, it didn’t NOT lift his spirits a bit.

The two of them sauntered quickly through the airport and out the doors toward the parking garage so they could start their Holiday Magic.

Two Hours Later

Remi and Levi were laid up on the couch watching Home Alone, hanging out in their jams. The wolf had his arm slung around the smaller’s shoulders, the cat snuggled comfortably within the crook of his boyfriend’s arm pit. “This is so fucking nice….” The white haired male sighed sweetly, squeezing the larger’s hand that was clasping his own.

“I have wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” Remi replied with a light chuckle, but something felt so unsettling about this perfect little pocket of happiness. His head felt hot and there was something off…? Scratchy? Unpleasant? He couldn’t place the feeling that was building within the base of his throat, but it wasn’t good. He knew that. He’s felt this before. Casually, trying to avoid drawing attention to himself, the man coughs into the crook of his free arm. “Sorry, heh, smokers lungs,” the blue eyed male looked up at the larger and noticed a hue of red splashed across the older’s face and raised a brow curiously.

“You sure? You look a little flushed there baby,” he reached up to try and attempt a temperature check, but the wolf slyly gripped his wrist and pressed a passionate, irresponsibly placed kiss upon the smaller’s lips and immediately melted within it. The black haired male rolled his tongue across the surface of Levi’s lower lip, before pulling back an inch, with a trail of saliva still connecting them.

“Just struggling to keep my hands off you…” he distracted the other smoothly in his flawless succession of avoiding being sent to quarantine. He was probably fine, just long day and jet lag.

“Oh yeah? I can’t be too mad about that,” the leopard smirked, wiggling his eyebrows before slowly sliding into the larger’s lap.

Another Hour Later

After rolling around the apartment against each other’s bodies for the first time ever since they started dating, both men found themselves naked, and sprawled across Levi’s Queen size bed. Sure they’d had FaceTime fun and sexted often, but this was a new level of intimacy that really escalated the way Levi felt about the large man, and vice versa. Speaking of, the leopard was completely passed out as the clock turned to 2am, but Remi lay awake, staring at the ceiling with an aching suspicion. If he went to bed now, it was certain he would awaken with a headache, leaking nose and burning fever. He just knew it, and it would be a miracle if the small male didn’t wake up feeling the same exact way. He knew all too well it was irresponsible, what he did. Defiling his lover like so while knowing damn well he was coming down with a horrible hankering cold, but fuck he needed him. It had been years, and nothing compared to being with him physically at last. He was hoping he could ask for forgiveness later.

It was fine, it was probably not that big of a deal in reality. It was probably just a light sniffle and throat tickle, and he could still go about his day. No biggie. He could keep it a secret, and it wouldn’t ruin the festivities he was reluctant to be apart of. He took a deep breath in. For him. He’d do it all for him. His head turning slightly to gaze upon the leopard’s peaceful sleeping face. Yeah, he could do it for him. No problem.

The Next Morning

Remi awakened, to an empty bed. He almost panicked, was it all a dream? He didn’t actually save for months and wasn’t in the loving arms of the boyfriend he had been dying to meet for years? His heart racing he quickly sat up, and regretted it. Why? Two reasons. He wasn’t hallucinating, or dreaming, he really was in Levi’s home, visiting but also….his head swam with disfunction, his vision going in and out of clarity as the pounding centered his now awakened cranium. He sniffled, his nose noticeably agitated. It was worse than he had feared. He was sick, sick.

The sound of energetic Christmas music echoed down the hall, and he already could assume where it was coming from. Sighing with deep dissatisfaction with the state of his current depleting health, the wolf tried to sit up, but it only made the throbbing in his head more profound. He winced, his half lidded eyes squinting in agony. “God fucking damn it…” he hissed through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. How was he supposed to go out Christmas shopping under these conditions? He can’t. That’s how. He slumped back into bed, and closed his eyes….what if he just like, slept it off a little longer? That could work right? As he felt himself slowly drifting away from his consciousness…Levi came barreling through the door, the sound of Christmas music much louder now as it echoed from the leopard’s Bluetooth speaker attached to his belt.

“Rise and shine sleepy head! It’s time to get our holiday spirit on!” Giggling happily the white haired male pounced onto the bed and thusly, atop the wolf. “Let’s go let’s go!” He shook the larger loosely, who truthfully, wanted to die.

“Hnnnn….” He groaned in protest as he continued to lay put, the cat giggled, only finding this display to be rather humorous before sliding to a stand and yanking the covers clear off the other.

“No, hnnnnn….up! Let’s go! Pumpkin pancakes! Buying Christmas sweaters, decorating the tree….lets go !” The raven haired man growled from deep within his chest as the cold air left goosebumps across his skin. The sudden feeling of being cold, wasn’t just its usual chill, but like he might freeze to death. He shivered. Finally, leering his eyes open and sighing with exaggeration.

“You’re lucky you’re cute….” He said, peeling himself from his stomach to his back as Levi happily grinned ear to ear.

“I am, aren’t I?” He giggled kissing the man atop the tip of his nose. “Get dressed, I’ve got coffee ready, just gotta get this show on the actual road!” Clapping his hands, the man was already dressed in a soft pair of cashmere lounge pants, along a baby blue sweater over a grey tank and some grey moccasins. Something casual, warm, and eventually, he’d swap the top out for something more festive. He was all “Gumdrops and Figgy Pudding” while Remi wanted to stick his head into a fryer and call it a day. Alas, he did sit up, despite his body screaming at him to stay horizontal.

“I’ll give you some privacy! Meet me in the kitchen~” Levi winked at his lover before bounding off, taking all his energy and Christmas joy with him. Leaving Remi as an empty husk, his throat tickling and constricting the longer he was awake.

“Please….Not now…” he begged as he tried to scratch the itch that persisted by rubbing the blanket across his nose violently allowing the clicking crackle of his cartilage to fill his ear drums. It was almost sweet relief, until he pulled away. It attacked him like a criminal on the street, just out of complete left field. He sneezed. “iit’shHIEW!! H’iish’ue!” Twice into the open air in front of him, taking him not only by surprise but by force. Even if he had wanted to stop it from coming out, he couldn’t have. He snuffled with a moistened schluck of snot down the back of his sinuses, trying to get a grip on himself. He shook his head, mouth a gap as he couldn’t breath through his newly stuffed nose.

“I’b fugged….” He snorted, coming to a stand and sliding his bare arm across his glistening and dampened nostrils, god they were so full. “You god did Rebi….jus be cool….” He took a deep breath in through his mouth, but something about the cold air surrounding him made his throat close up and with another surprising blow, he sneezed again. “Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hnnnn….” A fine mist of saliva escaped him, he tried to keep it back but it washed around him like a spritz of Febreze. He complained afterwards, digging through his bag, wiping his nose every 20 seconds to keep the mess within him contained. How much longer must he endure this session of agony? Digging out a black shirt, his orange hoodie and some black jeans, he begrudgingly and unwillingly, got dressed. What a nightmare. It took him far too long to get dressed and it was concerning to the cat waiting on him in the other half of the house.

“Rem? You okay?” He called out to the room, asking with a slight edge of nervousness. Did he hit his head and pass out? Or simply fall back asleep?

“Yeah, I’m comin!” There were signs of life, not just the slightly muffled sounds of surprise coming from within. Yes, Levi had distantly heard Remi sneezing but he didn’t think much of it, probably just adjusting to the smell of the man’s plug in scent. Either way his mind was less on Remi himself and more of what he planned to do with him! It was going to be a magical day full of holiday joy and spirit.

However once the two of them were in the car, driving in their way to the festivities, Levi noticed an undeniable shift in the larger’s demeanor and overall attitude. He was silent. Almost as if he was pouting in the passenger seat. “What’s wrong?” The cat asked reaching over to touch the man’s knee while he drove the vehicle with his other hand.

“I just….Christmas brings up a lot of stuff for me…no biggie, don’t let me ruin the vibes though,” he tried to reassure the cat by brushing off the inner trauma that was boiling inside him along side his sickness. Normally, he could push away the sad boy feelings but with the feeling of his illness getting worse, his gut churning with displeasure, it was harder for him to ignore all the bad feelings he was consumed by. Essentially, turning him into a stick in the mud. Yet, it didn’t seem to phase Levi even in the slightest, he could only smile tenderly and grab Remi’s hand, squeezing it with reassurance.

“It’s okay, holidays are hard for me too….but we have each other this year, and we will make new memories!” There it was, that sparkle of positivity and light that Remi was always so drawn to when it came to the leopard. He could almost swoon and melt but if he let his guard down for even a split second, he would be caught up, and the festivities would be ruined. Today Remi had a choice…..ruin the magic with his strengthening illness or suck it up and make this holiday the most magical season of Levi’s whole life. Should he choose wisely, it could benefit them both. He looked over and smiled, genuinely over at the freckled man.

“Yeah, you’re right….” The moment between them lingering before they pulled up to the parking lot. The whole place was decked out in heavy Christmas decor, wreaths, lights and tinsel all strewn about the lights and buildings. “Wow it’s like Santa came down and threw up all over the place,” he chuckled, earning a decently enthused giggle from his mate.

“Isn’t it so pretty though?” Parking the vehicle in one of the hard to find, by this point in time, spots amongst the lot. “Oh man I hope we didn’t miss the pancakes!” Almost now completely in a rush as the cat pulled the key out the ignition and basically hopped from the vehicle. “Come on Remi!” He urged the other while Remi took a moment of silence to himself, he brought his index up and tickled his nose, just enough, just right…a little to the left… “hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih!”finally…he had to indulge if only a little, or else who the fuck knows when he’d blow. Quickly trying to rid his face of the evidence he cleaned himself up, sniffled loudly and proceeded to force his way out of the car. “Let’s fucking do this….” He motivated himself before his feet hit the gravel of the parking lot. Once the ball was rolling the two of them, hand in hand, made their way inside, if not at a slightly rushed pace. Levi really wanted those pancakes.

“Have you had their breakfast before?” Remi asked curiously as he was more or less dragged toward the large shopping building.

“My mom, my sisters and I would come here for Christmas before things got really bad….” He smiled softly, remembering the the times with them fondly but happier to make new memories that weren’t tainted by the reality of what happened next. “I haven’t had these pancakes since the year Erin died,” his voice much more solemn as he remembered the void her death had left in their family. Remi sniffled against the cold air, one part from the oozing illness that leaked from his orifaces but in part because, he knew the story of Erin. How she overdosed and it shattered the entire family apart. Connie ran off with some dope dealer, his mom took her own life 2 years later and Levi was left to celebrate the holidays, alone.

Things weren’t always perfect before but they were decent enough…the hard days he would escape and Remi was always right there waiting for him on the other end of the screen. He relied on him. He felt whole again, when he was standing with him now, hand in hand. Determined to reinstate the things he loved about the holidays! The larger squeezed Levi’s fragile palm in his own calloused and roughened one, looking over and down at those cerulean beauty’s, he smiled, hiding the slick sound of “sNdf…” with a followed cough. As if that was going to make a difference, but regardless he grinned “well I can’t wait to try these magical pancakes then,” in return he received a brightened Levi, who’s eyes shut to relish in the feeling of the other’s positive validation.

They got up to the restaurant and Levi looked around before getting the attention of a nearby waitress. “Hi, Miss? Did we make it in time for the Christmas breakfast?” The woman stopped and looked around first, and at her watch second.

“Oooo 10:02 you just missed it, I’m so sorry,” instantly Remi felt bad. If he hadn’t been so resistant to get up, they’d have made it. If he had just simply gotten out of the damn bed, and didn’t fall back asleep….the wolf narrowed his harsh emerald eyes and then cleared his throat.

“You sure you can’t make an exception? It’s not that difficult to make like four more pancakes right?” He scoffed, almost with an aura of swagger to him, Levi bit his lower lip, his gaze turning back and forth between the two. The lady crossed her arms against her chest and raised a thin eyebrow.

“Sir, if I serve you up past the cut off time, others will also want to, and that opens us up to serious criticism that we could face backlash for next year….maybe next time, get out of bed earlier,” Remi almost stepped back from the heat this lady was putting off. Did she just? Did she just SASS him?

“Alright lady, you can try without the cunty ass attitude next time,” he spat back at her before very abruptly, and aggressively shoveling the rack of brochures over, papers scattering across the restaurant floor. “Let’s go babe, I’m sure I can probably make you something better than these jackasses,” mumbling crossly under his breath before pulling the cat from the scene altogether. Levi blinked a few times, before getting the chance to process he found himself outside the restaurant now and the distant sound of Christmas music echoing inside the mall.

“Remi, that was kind of mean…it’s not her fault we missed the time,” Levi looked up at the wolf now who was practically cartoonishly steaming from his ears. However, the combination between Levi’s words and look on his face immediately caused the large man to break.

“Fuck….you’re right….sndf…” He snuffled gently, looking away, he felt embarrassed, he couldn’t keep his cool for ten seconds and just called that lady out of name for some fucking pancakes. He sighed. “I’m really sorry about that….look let’s go look for those sweaters and I promise, either I can make you some pancakes later, or we can try again tomorrow for pancakes…I fucked up, that was on me….I felt bad cause I didn’t get up in time….I took it out on her,” he shook his head, looking down at his feet, he scratched the back of his neck. What was he going to do? The rage only built up so fast because truthfully, the small walk from car to building wore him out. He was getting impatient with this cold brewing inside him, taking control of who he is.

Yet with determination to keep it at bay, he swallowed it to have a better experience with his boyfriend. “I forgive you, Rem, it’s okay, we all have our moments….we can try again tomorrow, I know you’ll really like them…and we can bring the waitress an apology gift as well,” the wolf did not like this idea, he wanted to sink into a puddle and throw a fit. However, he restrained himself well, he even put on a tender enough smile, and said

“Good idea, Kitten,” pulling the smaller male into his chest with a swift motion, and kissing him on top of his white hairs. Levi giggled holding closely to Remi for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. Lucky for the wolf, as the wild strands of hair had just started to rejuvenate that once faded feeling of needing to sneeze.

“Christmas sweaters????” His face beamed again, there it was. He managed to bring that gleam back to his favorite person’s face, it couldn’t get much better than that. A good enough distraction, well, motivation to eat whatever was brewing upward. Nodding with a low chuckle he agreed, taking each other hand in hand again before making their way swiftly toward the first store decorated in the appropriate festivities, Spencer’s. They didn’t have to look very far before they ran face first into the holiday attire up for sale in the front of the store. The cringiest, most foul sweaters painted their eyes and immediately it warranted a loud cackle from the white haired male.

“Oh my god I want this one,” a blue black and white themed Christmas sweater with, well, festively decorated dicks all over it, with the words “All I want for Christmas” sprawled crudely along the top of the holiday peeni. Remi almost choked on his laughter, shaking his head back and forth. He wanted to lose himself in this moment completely, but he could feel that feeling again, making itself more and more known through each passing second. His head burning, knees weakening and mouth salivating. He was going to crack. He needed to press on but his body was rejecting him. Doing what he could to swallow it, he scanned over the options of sweaters before landing on one he actually liked.

“Okay but this one? I like them real big and sprucey? Too good…” his hand draping over the red material of the sweater he was pointing out. They both shared another moment of giggles and chatter as they shuffled through the different options. “I don’t know, I still really like thick and sprucey…..” trying to be slick, he turned his head, and snuffled into his jacket, “SnDdf…” Levi noticed the action but didn’t think too much into it, as he figured, maybe the wolf was trying to place a scent. There were a few bad ones that wafted past them. The cat ignored it, looking back to the sweaters.

“Yeah I don’t blame you, I really like the dicks one….” Pausing in contemplation before he chirped again “Lets get em!” he nudged the wolf with his elbow, the raven haired man raising a brow before smirking at his boyfriend with approval.

“Bet,” he pulled out his wallet and handed the leopard his card. “On me, go get em… Imma look at their band tees real fast,” Levi nodded before scampering off, and truthfully, Remi did want to browse the shirts, but in reality, he just wanted a moment alone to….

Looking around once, twice, he brought the back of his hand up to his nose and began to violently scratch at it, pushing it into circles, the flesh of his hand getting wet with ick. “Fuuuuu….” He almost moaned it felt so good. As much as he wished this was a solution, it really only made matters infinitely worse because that small itch turned into a very pronounced sensation. Static started to fill his brain, and his eyes began to water….the incense burning throughout the store was also not in fact helping him fight it off. Levi was still in line….it wouldn’t hurt to just… “-h’dtTISHh! ,” he covered his mouth with two palms clasped around his face, allowing whatever mess he left, to scatter across his hands. He pulled them back but the light caught his slowly opening eyes and once again found himself lurching forward “HI’DTSCHIEW!” This was much louder and caught the attention of another nearby customer.

“Bless you!” She said kindly, nodding her head in his direction. Remi ignored it. He had to get himself back to normal, he had to find the strength inside his soul to swallow whatever was still wanting to burst out of him. He groaned, wiping his nose on the inside of his sweater, then his eyes against the hem of his sleeves. He looked over in the small mirror by the hats and found himself looking presentable enough under the dense lighting of the store. Having just gotten it together he turned around, spooked to see Levi standing there bag in hand.

“What if we put these on and took some photos with Santa??” The male wiggled back and forth with his hands gripping the handle of the store bag, twisting it with excitement. The other’s eye twitched. A photo? With Santa? He wanted to rip his own arms off and eat them over taking a picture with Santa but the second he made any sign of dismay at the idea, Levi’s face also fell a bit. Shaking his head and hands Remi panicked.

“No no it’s fine I just….I look terrible….” He muttered trying to be as truthful as he could. He did. So he thought.

“You’re handsome! Stop that!” He frowned and furrowed at the other. Remi took a deep breath in and plastered the best smile on his face that he could.

“Thanks Kitten, alright, let’s go get that photo,” he really would absolutely do anything for the cat, including swallow his own rage and pain to give the man a lifetime of a happy memory. He swore he wouldn’t allow himself to ruin it, and this was him holding himself to that. They left Spencer’s and crossed the mall in order to get in line at the photo station with Santa and the “North Pole”. While inching closer to the front every few minutes, Levi pulled out their sweaters and encouraged Remi to slide off his hoodie for an exchange. He did so, but at what cost, for the fabric slid and tickled his aching nose on it’s way off. Oh god. It was gonna happen again wasn’t it? No he had to hold it in….or should he get it out before? He panicked. Now he had a time crunch and a decision to make in it.

Was he supposed to sneeze right now and play it off like he’s just allergic to something in the air or wait til after the photo and risk blowing his top on Chris Kringle? What to do what to do….he pulled the sweater over top his head and Levi did the same. He was still locked in choice paralysis, unable to decide which of the two options would make more sense but it was too late by the time he figured he could confidently make that choice….he and Levi were up next. “Okay just pose with Santa and on the count of 3 say Merry Christmas!” The employee dressed in a cheap elf costume tried to speak with enthusiasm but just the same as Remi, they both did not wanna be here. He took a deep breath and walked toward the strange man in the Santa costume. It’s fine. It’s no big deal.

In fact, he felt like it was going away after all, maybe he would be able to have one good memory of this mall trip. He stood on the left side of the man’s throne and Levi stood on the right hand side, both men posing with a cheerful grin, but as the camera man began to count down. 3….

Remi scrunched his nose, trying to fight it, but it only got stronger. He did it again. 2….this time a larger circle and putting his all into it. Nothing worked and by the count of 1 as the flash hit his eyes, he was already mouth wide open. “Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!!!” Loudly and rudely the mist of sick and saliva sprinkled across the unsuspecting Santa‘s face, the camera capturing the horrendous moment forever in a single shot that would certainly be pulled out every year for a laugh. The look of absolute disgust written across Kringle’s face, Levi standing there innocently smiling, blissfully unaware of how this photo was going to turn out, and Remi, slacked jawed, one squinted eye, one buldging…sneezing across the man himself. Mr Clause. He would be apologetic, but he just felt shameful. “I’m….so fucking sorry….” He admitted to the stranger who only blinked twice and immediately worked to wipe off the dust spackle of germs that had assaulted his face.

“Merry Christmas,” the man said with a stone cold tone, and immediately Remi took his leave, didn’t stop to get the photo or even take a glance at what horrors awaited him. No. He just found himself a nice spot behind a big fake tree to hide his beating red face. He just sneezed onto a complete stranger, in front of a camera….IN FRONT OF HIS BOYFRIEND. He’d never been more humiliated. He was stunned. Why did the universe hate him so much? His knees buckled under the weight of his stress and also at the burning fever that now raged inside his head. There wasn’t any coming back from this and when he was approached by Levi who held the envelope of evidence in hand, he shyed from the idea of even making eye contact.

“Remi, are you okay?” He asked gently, stepping closer to the man, noticing a complete difference in his demeanor now, almost like a kicked puppy.

“No….Im sick…and I probably just got that guy sick and in a few days, probably you too….” He confessed and with the most pitiful look written across his face, managed to gaze over at Levi. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you…”

“Hey….,” Levi stepped closer reaching out to caress Remi’s face “Hey…it’s alright, I get why you did,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, trying not to make a big deal out of the situation, just continuing to brush his hand across the larger’s flushed cheek.

“You do?” Pathetic green eyes looked up into sympathetic blue ones.

“You wanted me to have a good time here, and to create that memory, huh?” Levi’s gentle gaze, was like a tender hug, a caress in itself and immediately washed away Remi’s need to bury his head in the sand. He loosened.

“Yeah….” Responding with a softened tone now, still listening and waiting for the rest of what the man was going to say.

“Well, we did!” He giggled, Remi now looked puzzled and stood a bit straighter, the cat wrapped his arms loosely around the larger.

“I’ll always remember this Christmas as the one where you FULLY sneezed on Santa,” Lifting his hand up to cover his mouth while he laughed, Remi furrowed his brows and shook his head.

“Nooooo….i don’t want that….” He groaned loudly throwing himself back against the fake tree with dramatic embarrassment again.

“No but Remi this picture is so fricken funny….” He tried to shimmy it out of the envelope but Remi blocked his view of seeing it with an open hand.

“Stooooop I’ll vomit…dude it’s so fucking embarrassing… he was so mad…” groaning, he couldn’t help but feel panicked again. God that guy probably hated him, and if he didn’t now he for sure would later.

“Fuck him,” Levi laughed before wrapping his arms around the other again and setting his cheek against him. “I appreciate you…I had a good time, but let’s get you home to rest okay?” He looked up, chin resting on the other’s chest now.

“Alright, I can’t deny I’d give my two front teeth to lay down in bed right now…” he groaned letting his head fall to rest on Levi’s. After a moment of allowing the wolf to use him as a crutch, they slowly peeled away from each other.

The two of them gathered their things and made their way out of the mall, trying to avoid any contact with people as they did so. While also attempting to keep the mood light, Levi played music on their way back, so Remi could rest his mind, which he did, enough to even fall asleep in the car. When they arrived back at the house it almost felt like he teleported. “Rem, we’re home,” the cat tapped his boyfriend’s shoulder gently to wake him. “Let’s get you in bed, hm?” He smiled over at the half alive man.

“Mmh…Kay…” he responded, Levi helped him unbuckle his seat belt as he had struggled by himself to do so. Then managed his way out of the door, stumbling into the house. “What ‘bout couch?” By this time, standing felt a whole lot worse than it had before they had gotten in the car. Now it felt like gravity was pulling him straight down into the depths of hell where he belonged.

“No, no, come on, you can make it to the bedroom, I believe in you,” he let out an airy laugh, scrambling under the man’s arm to help almost float him toward the room. “Shoot….I let you sleep for 15 minutes and your body shuts completely down! I swear!” He huffed, holding quite the weight against him as he shoveled the man into bed, plopping him on top of the mattress with a loud *THUMF* “There…now let me go get you some meds, and water and you can go to sleep after,”

“What about decorating the tree?” Remi’s voice raspy with sleep, but still concerned for his little cat’s holiday.

“We can do that in a few days when you’re feeling stronger okay? Don’t worry about it right now,” threading his fingers through the wolf’s slightly dampened hair.

“Okay….Levi?” Remi asked in a gentle tone, almost like a shy child.

“Yes, baby?” The white haired man responded with tender caution, turning as he paused in the doorway.

“I love you,” The wolf’s mouth pulled into a half smile and his eyes sparkled with genuine gratefulness and love. Truthfully he hadn’t ever felt so loved, so cared for in all his entire life.

“I love you too, handsome,” his response followed by a softened smile, he just wanted to curl up next to him, but knew without proper care the wolf would only get worse. So out the door he went to retrieve the proper meds and supplies.

Though they didn’t make the memories Levi was expecting to this Christmas season, he was more than happy with the ones they made. Was it messy? Yes. But so were the moments he had as a kid, but this was much more comforting. A sick partner laid up in his bed, as he tended and mended him back to health. A photo of the memory they would look back on and be able to laugh at. The leopard truly couldn’t have asked for anything better, and in return neither could the wolf. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so seen, supported and taken care of. This WAS special, even if it seemed a little mundane.

For the first time in both their adult lives, they had Christmas spirit again, and were actually incredibly grateful for it.

The End.

Author’s Notes: Oops dropping a fluffy snzy Christmas fic in Jan. I hate myself too guys :^) this was supposed to end with smut but if I wanted to get this out before next holiday, I gotta be honest, I had to take it out. I can’t write smut to save my LIFE right now. However I hope you enjoyed this fun little Christmas themed snack. I’ll do better next year 😭🤣 @aller-geez did the art and owns Remi!

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