#t: fic plot

[lilybug-02]

To lose one’s faith… is to lose one’s ability to see in the dark….

[paperdoll201]

‿୨♡ Ｉ ｗａｎｎａ ｍａｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｌ ｇｏｏｄ ♡୧‿

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Summary: None this is just pure smut

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‿୨♡ １８＋ Ｍｉｎｏｒｓ Ｄｎｉ（ｉ ｓｔｇ）♡୧‿

Marie's body was bent in half over the arm of Jordan’s couch, her fingers gripping tightly onto the cushion as Jordan pounded into her with wild abandon. Her moans and gasps filled the dorm, mixing with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. At this moment, all thoughts and worries disappeared from her mind, replaced with the primal pleasure coursing through her body.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh- fuck Jordan!” she exclaimed, her voice raw with need and pleasure. Jordan continued to thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips as he rode the wave of ecstasy with her.

Jordan was grunting from behind her, beads of sweat trickled from his forehead as he watched his dick move in and out rapidly from Marie's pussy. He was in a fucking trance. Jordan's face was contorted with pleasure and exertion, his muscles tense and glistening with sweat. His eyes were fixed on Marie's body, watching his own movements with intense focus. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, Marie's moans and gasps mixing with Jordan's grunts and exclamations of pleasure. The squelching and wet noises of their bodies moving in unison added to the symphony of their passion. The sound of Marie's squelching pussy was fucking hypnotic to Jordan. 

Marie and Jordan were going to a party- well they were supposed to. Jordan had sat on their phone, scrolling through their instagram as they waited for Marie to finish getting ready from their bathroom. But when Marie finally came out, wearing that tight little dress that hugged her body so fucking perfectly- fuck.

“How do I look?” she smiled at them so innocently, giving a small twirl for them. And god- her ass was peaking out a bit from the bottom. Jordan eyes darkened as their eyes raked over her body. They smiled as they made their across the room in three large steps to her before lifting Marie, throwing her over their shoulder. Yeah, they weren’t going to no fucking party tonight. 

As the intensity of the moment escalated, Jordan could feel his orgasm building, his hips bucking faster and harder with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto Marie's back, their skin glistening under the dim dorm room light. He could feel her pussy muscles clenching around his dick, urging him on.

"Oh God, Jordan, fuck me, harder," Marie gasped, her voice breathy and pleading. Jordan didn't need a second invitation, his thrusts becoming rougher and more desperate. Her moaning grew louder, and her body shook with each powerful surge of his hips. Jordan bent down, snaking his arm around Marie's neck and pulling her closer into his embrace. He kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing in a frenzy as they lost themselves in the moment. He was able to fuck her deeper from this new angle

"Oh- ngh oh shit Jordan I can't take it-" Marie gasped between his hard thrusts. 

Marie's nails dug into the arm of the couch, her body trembling as she prepared for the impending climax. She could feel the pleasure building within her, her pussy clenching around Jordan's throbbing dick with each intense thrust. Her moans and cries of pleasure reached a fever pitch as the moment of release approached.

"You can take it baby. You've been doing so well for me Marie," Jordan grunted into her ear, nipping at her earlobe. "Take my fucking dick."

Marie's body arched off the couch as Jordan's fingers found her clit, rubbing and teasing it in perfect rhythm with his deep thrusts. The combination of sensations was too much for her to handle, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Jordan, I'm gonna come," she moaned, her voice filled with desperation and pleasure.

"Come for me baby," Jordan growled, his own voice strained with need. He could feel his own release building, but he wanted Marie to come first. He wanted to make her feel good, to show her how much he desired her. He fucked into her harder, hips slapping against Marie's ass ferociously satisfied with the jiggle and the moans it elicited from her. Jordan dropped his arm from around her neck, grabbing both of her wrists with one hand other hand resting on the small of her back as he continued to fuck her from behind. 

Marie's breaths were shallow, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt Jordan's every move. With a sharp intake of air, she arched her back, her head falling back to rest against the cool wall. Jordan's hand on her back sent electrifying pulses of pleasure through her, guiding her hips to meet his thrusts with wanton abandon. Jordan's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her skin in a possessive manner that sent shivers down her spine.

With one final deep thrust and a flick of his fingers against her clit, Marie exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out Jordan's name over and over again. Her pussy tightened around him, milking him for all he was worth as she rode out the intense orgasm.

“There you go baby— fuck you’re so fucking tight.” Jordan groaned at the way Marie clenched even harder at his words. Feeling Marie's body quivering beneath him triggered Jordan's own climax. With a few more hard thrusts, he grunted as he spilled himself inside of her, filling her with his hot seed. They both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch, trying to catch their breath after such an intense experience.

After a few moments of silence, Jordan pulled out of Marie, lifting her and wrapping her body around them. She turned to face him, giving him a long passionate kiss as he walked with her to Jordan’s bed. She felt them shift as they lowered her onto their bed, their body becoming smaller in her arms. 

Jordan wrapped her arms around Marie’s body, pickering kisses alongside her jaw, over her neck, and down the valley of her breasts. Jordan ran her hands down Marie's body, hands gripping Marie's thighs.

"Good for another round baby?" Jordan grinned at Marie, already making her way down to rest her face in between Marie's thighs.

Jordan didn't wait for an answer, tongue already shoved into Marie sopping cunt, lapping away at their fluids mixed together. Marie moaned in pleasure, her hands tangling in Jordan's hair as she lifted her hips to meet her mouth. Jordan's tongue worked expertly, flicking and swirling around Marie's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, eagerly swallowing Marie’s juices and her cum from her pussy. Marie writhed beneath Jordan's touch, her moans growing louder and more desperate. 

"Oh god, Jordan." Marie whimpered, back arching from the bed. 

Jordan continued to devour Marie's wetness, her fingers finding their way inside of her and pumping in and out. Marie's moans turned into screams as the pleasure built up inside of her, almost too much to handle. She was on the edge of release when Jordan suddenly stopped and crawled up Marie's body, kissing her passionately.

“Fuck, why?” Marie whined against their mouth, bucking against them. "I want to sit on your pretty face," Jordan whispered against Marie’s lips before plunging her tongue back into her mouth. Marie could taste herself on Jordan's lips and it only turned her on more. Their bodies pressed together, breaths mingling as they explored each other.

"Yes please, tit on my face" Marie moaned in between kisses. "Please Jordan, I need it"

Jordan grinned against Marie's lips, loving the way she was begging for them. She quickly straddled Marie's face, her wetness dripping onto Marie's waiting tongue. She slowly lowered herself on Marie’s face, clit brushed against her nose. Marie moaned against Jordan's sex, the taste of her driving her wild.

Jordan began riding Marie's face, moving her hips in sync with the movements of Marie's tongue. She grabbed onto the headboard for support, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that flooded through her body. God Marie was always so fucking good at eating Jordan out. The way she moved her tongue against her clit— it was just so perfect. 

As Marie continued to devour Jordan's wetness, she reached her hand down to rub her own aching clit. She needed release just as much as Jordan did. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each one driving the other closer and closer to their peak.

With a cry of pleasure, Jordan came first, her body shaking as Marie's tongue worked its magic on her. Marie moaned against Jordan's sex, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through her own body. She quickly followed suit, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

They collapsed onto the bed beside each other, panting and trying to catch their breaths. After a few moments of silence, Jordan turned to face Marie with a mischievous grin. 

"One more time, baby?" Jordan smiled, straddling Marie's waist, slowly grinding her wet pussy on Marie's body.

"Jesus Jordan, fuck it's been over an hour," Marie groaned, raising an arm to cover her eyes. Jordan always had a high sex drive, Jordan made sure Marie knew this on a regular basis because they fucked her on a regular basis. Multiple fucking times a day. 

Jordan laughed softly, shaking her head. "I can't help it, baby," Jordan whispered, tracing her fingers over the curves of Marie's body. "I just really love how fucking good you make me feel." Jordan wrapped an arm around Marie's waist, pulling her closer kissing her passionately. "I love how good I can make you feel." Jordan moved her lips to Marie's neck, her lips brushing against Marie's ear as she whispered, "You're mine, and I never want to stop exploring every inch of you." 

Marie shivered at Jordan's words, her heart fluttering in her chest. They had been together for a year now, and their love had only grown stronger with time. Nothing in this world compared to the way they felt when they were together, as if they were two halves of the same whole.

Jordan's lips found Marie's again, and their kiss was as passionate before Jordan lined her pussy over Marie's heaving mound, their labia touching, their breaths growing ragged. She grinded her clit into Marie, their wetness blending together as they moved in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Jordan groaned, her hands reaching up to massage her own tits. Marie moaned, her nails digging into Jordan's back. Her hips bucked upward, meeting Jordan's with a hunger that took the air from her lungs. The room echoed with the sounds of their fucking, the slickness of their bodies sliding against one another, and the ragged, desperate breaths they exhaled in each other's mouths. 

As they continued to grind against each other, Jordan's fingers moving to curl around Marie's clit, their bodies seemed to melt together. Their moans filled the air, punctuated by heavy breaths and slaps of flesh. Jordan smiled as she felt Marie's body tighten around her, her organization reaching its peak.

"Fuck, Jordan," Marie whimpered, her hips bucking wildly beneath Jordan's wonderful touch. "Oh god, I'm close."

Jordan watched as Marie's face flushed, her eyes rolling back into her head. She could feel Marie's pussy convulsing around her fingers, the walls tightening and releasing with each throb.

"I'm coming," Marie gasped, her breaths shallow and fast. "Oh fuck, I'm coming."

Jordan could feel Marie's orgasm wash over her, the heat of Marie's body around her, the intensity of her pleasure radiating through her own. They moved in sync, their bodies joined together, their love and desire for each other palpable in the room.

Jordan continued to grind into Marie, her fingers never leaving her clit. She could feel Marie's cunt convulsing around her as Jordan reached her own orgasm. The scent of their arousal filled the air, mingling with the sound of their breathless moans and the squelching noises of their bodies moving together.

As the intensity of Marie's orgasm ebbed, Jordan slowly pulled her fingers away, their bodies still pressed tightly together. They lay there, panting, sweaty, and spent. Jordan couldn't help but smile as she brushed a lock of hair away from Marie's face, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

"You good babe," Jordan whispered into Marie's ear, leaving kisses on both of Marie's cheeks. 

Marie smiled, laughing a bit at the ticklish feeling of Jordan's soft kisses on her face. Marie turned to face her. "I'm great actually" Marie sighed happily, her mind empty from being fucked silly.

Jordan smirked laughing a bit from Marie's expression. They shifted into their male form, dick already half hard again.

"Perfect." Jordan grinned, sitting up on the bed and moving Marie into their lap. "Let's go again!"

"Jordan, no."

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so was gonna drop chapter 3 of Disguise last night but when I went to just read over it again for last-minute edits, half of the fucking chapter was gone???? My dumbass wrote it on Pages on my MacBook and i somehow deleted it? Spent hours trying to find it but its gone soooooooooo there's that.

Had this in my drafts, was gonna drop this in between chapters 3 and 4 of Disguise for funsies but dropping it now in lieu of chapter 3!

Am annoyed but its whatever. Chapter 3 will come out a bit later (or never cause wtf)

I also have another fluffy one-shot that I will drop later today.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE ❤️✨😍

[19burstraat]

Rn this Jordie fic sequel is just a Kanej fic wearing a Jordie fic hat. I keep adding Kanej scenes and no actual plot lfmdjfj.

[whack-patty]

Roommate and I got fixated on an old opera at the same time

[prince-liest]

loved loved loved the mimzy fic! i was curious: are there any other characters/relationships in hazbin you're really interested in writing about but haven't quite found the right inspiration? and one follow up question: where do you usually get inspiration for your fics (art, other works, comments, random lightning bolt in the middle of the night, etc.)

Well, aside from the scheduled weekly breakdown I have about desperately wanting to write soggy Lucifer and Lilith hurt/comfort but not having any canon point of reference for Lilith's personality...

I've been really craving radioapple, but I've outlined like three different takes on my radioapple idea and still have liked none of them. I'm letting it percolate (read: trying to ignore it but coming back to fuss with it constantly, haha). I also just want to write more Lucifer fics in general where he interacts with the hotel crew more, but I've run into that good old trouble of wanting to do character work but not having any solid (even simple) plot ideas I like to set up as the scaffolding for said character work.

Normally my inspiration comes from things like music and just pondering what I'd personally like to see written, but the Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation has been strong enough the past couple of months that I've been going about it lightning bolt style, except if I lived in the middle of a thunderstorm. Comments, asks, art, other writing, and also just daydreaming on the way to sleep and going, "WAIT!" have all spawned something at some point, hahaha. A lot of the time, seeing good character meta posts that I want to translate into fic, also.

And thank you! I'm really happy you liked the Mimzy fic—that one in particular was inspired at first by a Reddit comment I saw about how well her presence served to further expand Alastor's characterization (on a post where people where complaining about her song interruption), which got me thinking about HER characterization in tandem.

[byierficrecs]

❝ the start of an age ❞ author: @parkitaco

link: archiveofourown.org/works/46119475

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[finnpeach]

bro how the fuuuuuck do you guys write sexy sneeze fics bc I just want to write like full chapter fanfic with a fight or drama and build it up and then centre it around the cold but like no one wants to read it and tbh I don't even want to read it or write it bc it takes too long and I just want my horny out but I also have a lust for tension and plot and all that shit

[skz-vla]

Hoodies and Soy Sauce Stains

✦ Engaged Minsung, Established Relationship, Mutual Masturbation, Video Cam Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Dildos, Anal Fingering, Fluff and Smut ✦ For a fest on Twitter ✦ Finished, 6.4k ✦ Rated E

[noecoded]

If you could have any Asmo/reader fic what would be the things you would want from it? like an ideal fic would contain what tropes or AUS or situations or whatever

uhmm anything wellwritten that characterizes asmo similar to the way i do ! i rlly like character exploration , both more serious stuff & just sillycute...anything where asmo is a little cunning and toxic and also gets railed into oblivion.anything where hes a vampire. ill write a tag essay about the specifics

[n7punk]

Pairings: Adora/Catra (Catradora). Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018).

Rating: T. Chapters: 1/8 (Ongoing). Words: 3k so far.

Summary: Adora doesn’t know if it’s possible to find love on reality TV, but she’s willing to try and set an example as the first lesbian Bachelorette. All her plans are thrown into chaos when her ex shows up in the pool of contestants, leaving her to doubt Catra’s intentions and her own readiness to get married. (Or, Catradora meet again on the Bachelorette AU)

[yifftwiceplz]

==> dave: dream

[firstelevens]

midnight driving with the windows down (chapter nine)

sam/bucky | au | rated t | 33k words (9/12 chapters)

After the Singapore Grand Prix, parties are thrown, revelations are had, and Bucky borrows yet another sweatshirt from Sam.

Eleven moments in ten cities with the Stark Motors Formula One Team.

chapter 9 on AO3 | start from the beginning

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Favorite Dsmp duo and favorite trope

my favorite dsmp duo changes depending on what it’s for, but, for g/t, my favorite duo is easily t!george or g!dream (or vice versa,,,)

my favorite trope changes so often !! right now, though, i think it's a giant seeming eerie and terrifying, despite them trying to be funny/playful. and they've got no idea the tiny is scared shitless :)

(unintentional fearplay lol)

i saw a video about manhunt in george's pov and it was super cool so obviously i gotta make it g/t 😎 (this video should definitely be watched beforehand cause my descriptions are slacking lol)

soooo have this lil thing :D

(also have the tiktok cause damn it’s awesome)

oh george~

tw: vore, un/intentional fearplay (kinda both), panic/hyperventilation

wc: 1614

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First hunter, first to die. That seemed like a false statement, but, after having been through this very thing innumerable times, George can only stand face-to-face with agreement. While he may have had more experience with Dream as a person, he has had no change in his agility or stamina since the very first time they’d tried this rather irritating game. To go against a giant, for him, would be welcoming his demise with open arms. And while he’s done it before, he is not looking for a second death when they’re only less than half an hour into the hunt. So, he’s taken a shortcut.

Water splashed around him as his boots collided with the ground under the river rushing harshly downstream. A subtle wave of pain traveled through his body as he took a hint of damage. He steadied himself, keeping himself from falling directly into the strong water.

 “Geoorge~”

George froze at the calling of his name, a flutter in his stomach erupting instantly. His hands inches to his pathetic excuse of a weapon: a dull wooden sword that he was lucky enough to craft in the short time span he was given. His breathing picked up, creating an eerie echo. George’s eyes couldn’t seem to find a resting place as they looked every-which-way, darting from cavern to crevice to wildlife as he tried to find even a clue that Dream was nearby. He’d not expected to be followed after his death. In fact, he wasn’t aware that Dream knew where he was at all, especially considering the fact that he’d looked rather busy with the other four members of his party.

“I’m gonna kill you, George!” Dream laughed softly. He sounded delighted to speak these words, like it was a pleasure to create pain for the hunter. George panted, finally pulling the weapon from where it rested on his side. His knuckles became white from the intense grip he had on the handle, but, despite the pain, he stuck to the grasp. George’s mind begged him to crouch in the small indent in the stone ‘wall’, however he knew there would be no use in hiding from Dream. It’ll simply be taunt, after taunt, after taunt, until he forces George out. That being through mental manipulation or Earthly damage. He stayed put. As if any kind of defense he attempted would truly wound the giant enough to disable him.

George looked up, taking in the scenery before he’d be momentarily visiting the afterlife. The tip of the ravine was littered in green trees, a sign of early Spring. George looked down when a branch snapped from the water, startling him out of his gaze. “George,” Dream drawled. He sounded like a child calling for a cat, or perhaps a cat calling for a mouse. George’s panicked respires returned once more, and fear laced his body once again. 

He aimlessly spun at a slow speed, eyeing the rock formations above him. He exhaled shakily.

“Where, oh where, is Georgenotfound?~” Dream said in a sing-songy tone of voice, his words soft, taunting. It sounded far too close to a  doll with a whiny old voice box.

 George continued his mindless movements and uncontrollable hyperventilation as he stood there in nothing but anticipation. Dream’s mask, his voice, any sign of him, really. Or, just simply his demise. Perhaps a boulder or a tree. George shuddered, then exhaled shakily at the thought of being in such a vulnerable position, and still, although he told himself otherwise, kept drifting towards the only thing that could really be called safety.

George was startled into looking elsewhere for the second time, as the subtle sound of stone hitting stone resonated in the thin space. He caught sight of it instantly, watching as little more than a pebble drifted downwards from the very top of the ravine. George’s heart sunk, and somehow his deathly grip on the weapon became significantly stronger. He inhaled, trying to gather what little confidence he had remaining.

Dream laughed. And, it wasn’t a lighthearted, amused laugh. It was a taunt, with a tone so similar to the last sentence he spoke. If nothing else made him frightened, it would now be this. It echoed around the canyon a hundredfold, adding to the eeriness his repeated pants created. A string of swears flowed through his mind, just as the water did. The sound rang in his mind, efficiently giving him more goosebumps than he could grasp. Every time he thought the wretched echoes of a laugh had finally taken their leave, he’d just shudder again. Until, eventually, it did stop. As the very last, unfortunately loud, vibration of Dream’s voice bounced back and forth from stone wall to stone wall, Dream spoke up again, “Come here, George!”

A shadow fell over where he stood. George knew painfully well what was to come. He directed his worried eyes upwards, instantly dropping the wooden sword as he stared with intense eyes at the hand coming at him at a speed far too quick. “No!” George yelped, screamed, as skin was all he could see.  He had yet to properly register what was happening, until four fingers were closing over him like a cage, with Dream’s thumb securing him to the palm, as if somehow he could attempt, or even successfully, make an escape.

George huffed, freeing one of his arms from the gentle, yet firm, grip Dream had on him. He drew his hand to his face, pulling up the goggles that cover his eyes. And, right as he did so, sunlight drifted back onto his tiny form, welcoming him with a ripple of fresh air. He gasped, struggling against the thumb. “Hi, George,” Dream undoubtedly grinned behind the awful mask that covered his face. “Dream, you are so annoying, put me down,” He didn’t have it in him to be scared. George’s memory was not awful, he knew that Dream had four other human’s to be worried about. He knew that, when he died, he was paying attention to them. But, now, he’s here, distracting both himself and George.

Dream tilted his hand so that it was laying flat, then positioned his fingers so he was able to give George free room to move, while still creating somewhat of a barrier against him. “Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be like…hiding?”

“You were…far easier to get to.”

George rolled his eyes, shifting upwards. 

Dream rose a hand to his face, gripping onto the edge of the mask to pull it upwards, only to where his mouth was visible. George scrambled back into the fingers, instantly knowing exactly what was happening. “Dream, seriously, you are so annoying. Put me down,” He muttered, trying unfortunately hard to cover the shake in his voice.

 “Why? You’re just going to die if I do. I’m just keeping you safe, George,” Dream hummed, opening his maw and drawing George closer to it. He titled his hand, and even though he tried his utmost hardest to avoid falling into Dream’s open mouth, he failed, and gravity did its terrible job of making George tumble past a row of too-sharp teeth and right onto his friend’s tongue with a small groan of protest.

“Dream!” He called out, watching with a frown as he saw he now was covered in darkness. He sat up, then slowly rose to his feet. The surface under him, or rather the wet muscle under him, twitched as he tried his share at walking along it. Instead of making it more than five steps, however, he instead stumbled back down. 

George yelped as he was tossed to the side of  Dream’s mouth; his cheek. The very same tongue he was on just a moment before prodded at him, coating him in a disgusting layer of saliva. He groaned, “Dream, you’re actually disgusting–” George stood there, at a total loss for words as he felt a familiar feeling of revulsion circulating inside of him. Then, after a short second, his body was unwillingly being moved to a different area. He somehow ended up situated atop Dream’s tongue again, more saliva pooling under him. He nearly gagged at the sticky feeling. “Dream, please, let me out of here, it’s disgusting,” he tried.

Technically, he was met with a response. Just, not the one he particularly wanted.

Instead of being spat back out into the outside world, into a space where spit wasn’t actively dripping down onto him, he found himself tilting down again. He yelped again, trying to dig his nails into the muscle. However, he realized a moment too late that they were too dull to do anything useful. So, instead of saving himself from a very uncomfortable few hours, he fell effortlessly down into Dream’s throat, where only one swallow was what it took to send him traveling down a tight gullet, where he could hear the sounds of his friend’s body echoing around him just as the very same friends’ voice had echoed around the ravine. 

And, like that, he was in the place he absolutely despised. 

George landed in Dream’s storage quickly, where he found that there still was an uncomfortable humidity in the room, along with the usual sticky-ness of the ‘walls’ around him. George huffed, folding his arms tightly as he found a place to rest for the rest of the evening. “I hate you.” George murmured quietly, breaking his annoyed facade (that only he could really see,) to prop himself up against the wall. His hands slid down as he tried to pull himself upwards. He nearly gagged again, shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling. 

George can’t help but hope the hunters win. 

_________ ׂׂ

gross, i used ‘~’ /j

^^ i rarely use that. today is a special occasion :)

i love this i this love this

i speedwrote it while waiting for the dteam vlog but STILL >:D

also dream’s dialogue up until when dre catches george is not mine and is from the video !!!! ⚠️⚠️

[tennessoui]

look............it was gonna be time and tide and i PROMISE i started working on that too this weekend, but somehow.....they wanted therapy

[leonstamatis]

the thing that helps me sometimes wrt numbers brain is that the most popular fic isn’t actually gonna be the best fic, pretty much ever, bc the things people gravitate toward are the things that appeal to the largest number of people instead of the sort of weird offbeat passion projects i frequently throw myself at. the things that do numbers are bigger fandoms and popular ships and (often) watered down characterizations or popular tropes, none of which is what i really enjoy doing ninety percent of the time.

[formosusiniquis]

things i know/things i want to learn

also on ao3 if you want the full smut experience, otherwise this stands on its own

He knows it's crazy. He knows it borders on batshit even. He knows it's weird and obsessive and, frankly, a little unhealthy.

But Nancy Wheeler started it.

Nancy Wheeler who is scary and prim and proper. Nancy Wheeler who had his hand in her lap last week, painting his nails a regal navy blue because it was the closest Nancy Wheeler had to black. Nancy Wheeler who spent the time their nails were drying chatting at him, like the Upside Down had spit him out solely so she would have a gal pal she could talk about boys with -- a first, he imagined, if his memory of Barbara Holland was at all accurate. Nancy Wheeler who said, "Jon is sweet, and he tries so I feel bad for even thinking it, but he just doesn't have as much fun when he's down there and you can tell. I mean, you know, when Steve did that thing he does with his tongue-"

Eddie has been running that particular sentence fragment through his head for the last week.

That thing with his tongue.

Has fun.

You know.

You know.

You know.

Cause the thing is, he decidedly does not know. He has never come anywhere near the realm of knowing. He would love to know exactly what he has done to make his new sort of friend, sort of nemesis and obvious flame of Steve's still burning affection think that he has any fucking inkling of a clue what kind of shit Steve 'always goes down' Harrington does with his tongue.

It's all he can think about.

Eddie is but a man. A man who has been forced by the fascist government and their pet doctors to stop smoking and give up most of the other addictive substances that he partook in for the sake of his admittedly shaky health. A man who has had these demands enforced by the much more effective puppy eyes of one Steve 'stop calling me mom, remember I was cool once' Harrington. A man who has an addictive personality, comes by it honest, and having given up smoking and drinking and the occasional bump -- anything from nature's bounty stays of course, he's not a total fucking loser -- has needed something new to latch onto.

Thank you Nancy 'I can only orgasm from oral' Wheeler for helping him straight onto the high that is staring at Steve Harrington and his pretty pink mouth.

I can tell he isn't having fun, not like Steve.

This thing with his tongue.

You know.

He wants to know.

The second thing, and it's barely a thing at all these days, is he does technically have some of the same shit going on that Wheeler does. A little bit less now. If there's a silver lining to this whole bat thing it's that, though he may be a nipple short, he lost enough of one tit to sweet talk his way into government funded top surgery, just to even things out. A just as silver lining, he was saved from the awkward 'guess what I'm trans' conversation thanks to the bat induced blood loss. When the older teens found him and Dustin, one of them in hysterics the other clinging to this mortal coil with both fists as best he could; and used the remains of a shirt that had seen better weeks to staunch the bleeding from his neck only to reveal that his own rippling pectorals had a different bounce than Steve 'at least I got to see his chest before I die' Harrington's. There wasn't any time for anything other than 'if he's still bleeding he's still alive let's move.'

They haven't talked about it.

He is fine not talking about it.

Prefers his acceptance this way actually. He knows he has a heating pad with his name, literally, on it at the Harrington abode, along with some other necessities. The only acknowledgement of his situation at all, that heating pad that's tucked away in the same drawer as Robin's -- also with her name on it like Steve doesn't trust them to share.

He would like to talk about it a little now. Now that he's been cleared for moderate exertion by a very mean physical therapist who enjoys inflicting so much misery on him that he's thinking of scrapping the black hanky all together. Cause he'd really, really like to know about that tongue thing.

Actually, first he'd really, really like to know why Nancy thinks he would already know. Maybe that's what eats at him the most -- second most the bats had actually eaten at him a lot, so he figures he can obsess about this for at least another week before it risks overtaking the literal eating -- that the woman who having had it all, having had Steve 'I know I saw you yesterday, but I missed you' Harrington in her pocket, and gave it away somehow sees something that makes her think Eddie is having sex with her ex-boyfriend on the regular.

She's supposed to be a detective, a real dateline NBC type. How on earth can she be looking at him and not see a starstruck virgin who, yes, is admittedly very, very in love lust with her ex.

And how is she okay with it?

Isn't there a best friend code or something? Not that Eddie would lay claim to that title, and it definitely feels weird ascribing it to Nancy when he's got the hellfire boys; but surely the regular friend code or the we survived a traumatic experience together and now we're inexplicably bonded for life code also has a byline about not sleeping with your compatriot's ex-boyfriends.

Even if she already thinks you know about how he gives good head.

So he just watches instead.

Watches him smile. Watches him pout. Watches him bite and lick and worry. Watches how they shine with something that's definitely more than just spit some days. Watches even closer to see if he can catch what Mabeline magic must be going on them.

He watches and watches and watches.

He has, by virtue of obsession, become the most studied observer of Steve 'absolutely wearing cherry flavored lipgloss' Harrington's mouth. He has also, by virtue of necessity, become the most talented reader of Steve 'seriously, Eddie, do I have something on my face' Harrington's lips.

Which provides him with a very interesting opportunity as he's browsing through the Family Video, looking for his pick for the weekly Big Kids Only movie night and not at all stalking Steve Harrington and his mouth.

"I'm going to ask him."

And Robin says something that involves an eye roll and a finger jabbed into a green polyester vest.

"I know I said it last week, but I mean it this time."

Her eyebrows are raised, so unimpressed she goes back to the counter to do whatever work stuff they supposedly do while they're here.

"I do mean it,” those cherry flavored lips pout, a dignified hand on his hip in the face of Robin’s clear disbelief.

She doesn’t open her mouth to answer this time but the arched brow and quirked smirk are clear enough that even he can make a guess at her response.

“I know I said that too, but I only kind of meant it last week. I actually mean it this time. “

She rolls her eyes, spitting out something quick and no doubt sharp and cutting with a slash of her hand.

“Just watch this.”

By this point Eddie 'hopelessly devoted to Stephan Richard Harrington’ Munson had actually stopped even pretending to be browsing the movie offerings of the sainted Family Video. He had in fact been standing with his hands wrapped around a copy of  The Last Unicorn watching Steve ‘does this thing with his tongue’ Harrington and his stupid mouth while he gossips with his stupid friend -- sorry, Buckley. A fact Steve must have already made note of, since he’s locking eyes with Eddie from across the store and shaping those soft pink lips into, “Go out with me?”

And that’s…

He does this thing with his tongue, you know.

You know.

Maybe he didn’t then, and maybe he doesn’t know why Nancy ‘shit we might actually be friends, I can never let her find out about this’ Wheeler thought he already would.

But if he plays his cards right, he might find out very, very soon.