#we know that he puts cologne on his dick before a date

[toobusybeingdelulu]

something something about billy teaching little kids how to swim, and being good at it (otherwise their parents would have not let him); something something about his tendency to keep throwing good advice at people even while being a dick about it (max and steve, for example) something something about him apparently having a natural predisposition for helping people out and-

[squoxle]

Hello can u make smthing like heeseung and Yn having s3x in the movie or smthing?

I wasn't sure if you meant at home or in public, but I chose public bc it's just more fun that way. Who doesn't love a little risky play?

Now or Never ~ L.HS

𐙚pairing: bf!heeseung x gf!reader | 𐙚wc: 500 | 𐙚plot: during a movie date with your boyfriend, you desperately felt the need to be filled, but going home would take too long so it had to be Now or Never... | 𐙚cw:🔞MDNI!! blow job, mutual masturbation, kissing, public sex, insinuated second round

Maybe it was the way he styled his hair today or the cologne he was wearing, but whatever it was made you think nonstop about fucking him.

To be fair, nothing made you happier than feeling your boyfriend inside you.

You didn't care what hole he used, you just wanted to be filled.

A large tub of buttery popcorn sat between Heeseung's legs as the movie played. His eyes were glued to the screen and you couldn't care enough to pay attention to what was happening.

You reached over to place your hand on his thigh, and his eyes jumped at your sudden touch. "Are you okay?" he asked looking over to you.

"I'm so horny right now, babe," you hummed, giving him a little squeeze.

"Right now?!"

"Mhm," you nodded.

"Did you wanna leave now? We can go straight home."

"That'll take to long."

"We can do something in the car if you want."

"I wanna do it right here, right now," you whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips.

"But--"

"Please," you knew how much he loved to hear you beg for him. This was exactly what you needed to do to get what you wanted. "It's now or never..."

You watched as he sat back in his seat, pushing the popcorn forward a bit as he one-handedly unbuttoned his jeans, zipping them down before worming his dick out of his boxers.

He stroked it with one hand as you adjusted your position in the seat next to him. You leaned over the arm of the chair and wrapped your lips around his tip, quietly sucking as he grew in your mouth.

Other than being filled, this was one of your favorite feelings, his dick hardening against your tongue. You felt him throbbing in your mouth as you slowly bobbed your head up and down.

You could hear him taking deep breaths as you sucked him off.

"Hold on," he muttered, readjusting his position. "Put my hoodie over your lap," he said handing you his hoodie. You placed it on his lap as he reached his hand underneath to stimulate your clit through your panties.

You hummed at the warm sensation burning inside of you as he played with your wetness. He slid his fingers between your lips as you went back down on his cock.

He groaned, gripping a handful of your hair as you satisfied him. Though it was becoming increasingly difficult, you somehow managed to contain yourself as he fingered you.

You felt him jerk in your mouth as he yanked his fingers out to shove his dick down your throat. He held you down as he emptied himself in your mouth.

"How about a round two in the car," he whispered in your ear as he leaned over your head resting across his lap.

You didn't say a single word to him, you just gave him that look that told him everything he needed to know.

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[uc1wa]

*heavy sigh* possessive frat boy Dick Grayson getting increasingly more deranged about how he lays his claim on you as the semester wears on, finals week breaking point where he loses it on you like you're a stress ball, etc.

even though he'd never cave and make you his gf, nope no sir

tags: fem reader, toxic relationship, yanderish, misogyny, mentions of rough sex, penetrative sex, choking, manipulation, fucked up frat boy dick

dick fucked a different girl every weekend, y'know, before his drunk self stumbled to your door. but who cares about the smell of perfume that's clung to his half-buttoned top? the top that has buttons in places they aren't supposed to be. who cares? because he's still going to come home to you, and you'll be his last fuck of every weekend.

but you? the first load he spilled on your stomach should've said enough, no? dick doesn't just fuck everybody, at least that's what he thinks. you're his and his only.

the first time he smelt another guy's cologne on you, saw a shirt that was surely not yours, a product of your own one-night stand, dick grayson lost his shit. fucked you like you were a sleeve for his cock rather than a person.

"then... are we dating?" the condescending laugh that left dick's lips was your answer. dating? the word made him gag, why would he lock himself down when he was at his prime? are you stupid? do you know who he is?

no, you weren't dating. you were fucking, but you obviously had a problem understanding your place, didn't you?

it started with hickies. an embarrassing amount that no number of necklaces or turtleneck tops could cover in their entirety. hickies that started at your jaw, dark splotches moving down your body. did you want to wear a crop top? dick's taking note to leave one on either side of your hips. where there's skin, there are remnants of the man to whom you belonged.

it wasn't hard to stake his claim on you, but he also knew you were hot. do you think dick grayson, the commodity that he was, would fuck somebody ugly? he's not that low. he has priorities for himself.

hickies weren't enough, though. did you think you were slick when he saw a video of you at another frat house, one outside of his own, grinding on a man who was plenty of social levels below dick? you thought he wouldn't find out that you're even more of a slut than he thought?

rather than a hand wrapped around your throat, he used manipulation to his advantage. with a sickeningly sweet voice, he bought you a necklace with his initials since you needed a tag like a puppy; now you know not to run away, right?

"marking your territory, huh?" his brother, wally laughs when he sees you sporting the chain with a prideful chest, gold falling between your tits. don't look too hard, that's dick's property now!

"had to," dick replies, unfazed. "nothing too serious, though." he reminds his brother from his seat in their shared house. but it's still not enough.

he wants you all to himself and it eats away at him. hickies continuing, sucking your face in public, it's not enough because you're still giving guys attention. 'just friends' his ass.

that's why, overtop of the gold chain, his hand covers your throat and pushes down hard. between hickey-covered thighs, his cock is stuffing you full with painfully slow movements.

"i gotta remind you?" he asks, long past acknowledging the fact that you can't speak from the force his hand holds around your windpipe. "whose cunt is this?" a strangled whine, and dick squeezes harder, a satisfied smile pulling his lips when he finally feels your pussy squeeze around his length.

he doesn't care about words; he cares about your cunt being carved into the shape of his cock. he cares about sculpting you like clay 'till any guy you wanna talk to can only smell dick on you. can only smell the expensive cologne he wears, can only smell the scent of his musk. 'till you're limping to all your finals, and there's not a second thought from your classmates who put you in that state; the infamous "DG" that's still hanging between your tits, that's who!

[888artpys]

Chris Sturniolo x Photographer

content warnings : oral sex/ aggressive sex/ unprotected sex/ dom chris/ slapping/ neck grabbing/ 18+

summary : chris sturniolo meets you on the 1st stop of tour & brings you around for the remaining dates hired as their tour photographer.

if u want backstory feel free to read :

→ theprologue

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As we pull into the hotel parking lot, I start waking Chris up to get everything ready to load onto the dolly. The tour bus slowly comes to a stop, and the soft hum of the engine fades. The seats are scattered with our belongings, and the air is filled with the scent of leather and faint traces of cologne.

We finally make it to our hotel room while the others go downstairs to the dining area. The room is now cleared, leaving just the two of us. Chris jumps up in a hurry, placing the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and ensuring every lock is clicked and secured. The click of the locks echoes in the quiet room, adding to the anticipation.

He turns around to see me walking towards him seductively, the soft lighting of the hotel room casting a warm glow on my skin. The room is cozy, with multiple large beds adorned with crisp white sheets. The atmosphere is charged with tension and excitement as I close the distance between us.

As he stands there admiring me, I notice a smirk as he cups his area, trying to cover the noticeable bulge in his pants. My arm approaches his, pushing his arm away and replacing his hand with mine. I barely get a grip before Chris groans and manages to push my hand away from his pulsating member.

“I'll tell you when you can touch me. Get on your knees, ma,” Chris commands.

Chris smirks as I start getting on the floor. I feel my leg squish something, and as I break eye contact to see what it is, he quickly grabs my neck and turns my face back to him.

“Chris, wait, my-“

“Oh, my fucki- whatever it is, just move it to the side, ma. I need to be inside you now,” his voice thick with desire.

I quickly catch his attention when I detach his hands from my neck.

In a relieved tone, I exclaim, “Chris, omg, I almost broke my camera.” I noticed it was just the tripod that I snapped off, thankfully not the camera itself.

Chris glances at the camera and then back at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know what. Give it to me, ma. Let me record us,” he suggests, his voice low and enticing.

“You want to record us?” I question, my eyebrows raising in surprise.

“If you’re okay with it, ma,” he replies, his tone filled with anticipation.

I pick up the camera, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, and hand it to him, giving him my approval with a nod. Chris turns it on, the soft whirring sound signaling that it's ready to capture our moments. His voice was a low growl. "Now, where were we?"

As soon as I hear the start recording beep, Chris pulls the back of my head by grabbing a handful of my hair, his grip firm yet gentle. The camera's red recording light reflects in his eyes, adding an extra layer of intensity to the atmosphere.

With a raised tone Chris says, “Who’s fucking slut are you, huh?”

I signal him by looking up at him, trying not to break eye contact from this moment on.

“Words, ma, I need words.”

“I’m your fucking slut, Chris. I’m all yours.”

He puts the camera down while he gathers my hair into a ponytail using both hands.

Admiring my innocence Chris states, "Fuck, you're all mine, ma."

He finally lets go of me, breaking eye contact as he picks the camera back up.

I resume my position on my knees, my hands reaching for his waistband. Making eye contact with the camera, I start to bring my hand towards his belt, seeing his dick already begging for attention.

Chris grabs my neck aggressively. "I told you, I decide when you can touch me. I'm in control, remember?"

I smack my lips hopelessly as I feel his entire hand wrapped around my neck.

He lets go of my neck and places his thumb against my lips, pressuring me to insert it into my mouth.

Before I can process the camera flash turn on, Chris says, "Open, ma."

As I open my mouth, I drench his thumb in my saliva while I start unbuckling his belt.

He rolls his eyes and pushes my fingers off his waistband. "You just can’t wait to touch me, ma."

As my face turns red, he repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, "You have to listen to me, ma. Only I demand when you can touch me. Do you understand?"

He interrupts my nod, "Words, ma, I need words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Chris asks.

"Yes, Daddy, I understand. I won't touch you until you let me.

As he puts his finger back into my mouth, he starts aggressively inserting it in and out until my eyes start to water. I tap out after gagging for several seconds straight.

Chris backs up to the bed as I catch my breath. "Take off your pants then come take everything off of me, ma."

I try not to seem too excited as I quickly slip my pants off and reach to put my fingers into his belt loops, undoing it as fast as I could.

Chris interrupts me by tugging at my shirt, signaling for me to let him take it off.

I raise my arms as he swiftly pulls off my shirt, his eyes widening as he takes in my exposed chest.

"Damn, you fucking little slut," he slowly murmurs under his breath.

He gazes at my breasts through the camera screen before leaning in and opening his mouth towards my nipples.

After sucking and roughly flicking my nipples, making them hard, I finally manage to slip his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers.

He zooms in on my face, pulling my head back. Chris smirks as I groan, "Daddy’s little slut, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy, I’m all yours."

I reach for him, my fingers trembling with anticipation. His eyes never leave mine, the intensity in his gaze sending shivers down my spine. As I pull his boxers down, his arousal springs free, and I can't help but let out a soft gasp. His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me closer. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and I can see the same need mirrored in his eyes.

I slowly wrap my hand around his length, feeling the pulse of his desire under my fingertips.

"That's right," he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want it."

I start with gentle kisses, my lips barely brushing against his skin. His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact, but I hold back, wanting to draw out the moment. His frustration is palpable, and it only fuels my desire to please him.

His grip tightens in my hair, and a low groan escapes his lips. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't resist teasing him just a little bit more.

Finally, I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. His reaction is immediate and intense, his body tensing and a deep moan filling the room. I move slowly at first, savoring the taste and feel of him, but soon his impatience takes over.

"Faster," he commands, his voice rough with need.

I obey, increasing my pace and taking him deeper. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements. The room is filled with the sounds of our shared passion, and I can feel his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

The camera captures every moment. Every expression on my face as I lose myself in the act of pleasing him. His hand finds its way back to my hair, gripping it tightly as he aggressively guides my movements, his control unwavering.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "Keep going, just like that."

I can feel his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge.

Just when I think he might lose control, he pulls me up, his hands gripping my arms and lifting me to my feet. His lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, full of hunger and desperation. He puts me onto the bed and backs me up against the sheets, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and contour.

"Turn around," he orders, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I comply, my heart racing with anticipation. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips and positioning me just right. I can feel his breath hot against my neck as he leans in, his body pressed firmly against mine.

“Here” with the camera in his hand motioning me to set it on the nightstand near the bed.

As I reach out, stretching my body out to put the camera down Chris uses both hands to aggressively thrust my hips onto him inserting himself and filling up my walls.

“Ah,” I moan out surprised. Not at the fact he inserted himself without warning but that he didn’t use protection.

Chris quickly gets out of me and turns my head to face him while catching his breath.

“I’m sorry- I, was that too much- I mean was that too fast- I’m sorry- I-”

“Chris you’re perfect I like it rough, you know it.”

"Do you trust me?" he asks regretting his aggression, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice barely audible.

"Okay good," he says, his tone filled with promise.

As I start getting back into position he gently interrupts turning me back around. His hands cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he gazes into my eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration.

He leans in, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Just relax," he whispers, his voice a calming presence. "I've got you."

His hands continue their journey, moving down to my waist, his grip tightening slightly. He pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. The closeness, the intimacy, is almost overwhelming.

Chris' hands slide around to my front, his fingers splaying across my stomach. using both hands to cup my waist with both hands. He holds me there for a moment, as I reach under grabbing his member and guiding him. Feeling his pressure outside my walls I open my legs wider, arch harder, with my ass high in the air.

After both letting out a loud moan Chris lets me feel the security of his embrace as he slowly inserts himself letting me get used to his size.

After multiple slow thrusts, Chris eventually starts pounding me aggressively as I cry out loud moans containing his name.

As I feel his body tense up he takes himself out of me and flips me onto my back.

The words barely coming out, “You doing okay ma?” Chris says completely out of breath.

I nod.

As Chris pauses to admire my bare chest, a shiver runs down my spine from his intense gaze. I can feel his eyes on me, a mix of desire and admiration.

He then grabs the camera back from the nightstand, zooming in as he starts playing with my breasts. The sensation of his touch sends a wave of pleasure through me, making me gasp softly.

In a playful move, I snatch the camera, now recording Chris. With a mischievous smile, I run my hand down his chest, capturing his reaction as I tease him.

I then guide the camera down to his waist, signaling for him to fill me back up. The anticipation builds as he slowly enters me, the feeling of him inside me sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Chris grins as he pulls my hips closer to him, throwing both legs over his shoulder. As he inserts himself, my back arches off the bed, and I roll my eyes back. It doesn’t take Chris long to resume his fast pace from earlier. The intensity of the moment, the connection between us, is electric and all-consuming.

The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure, the camera capturing every moment of our passionate encounter.

“Chris, let me cum, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with need.

“Hold it for a second, ma. I’m almost there,” Chris replies, his voice strained with effort.

Chris slaps his hand across my mouth as I accidentally moan louder than usual. “Chris, I can’t do it anymore. Ahh, you’re so big,” I cry out as he continues to pound into me. I throw the camera back onto the nightstand, ready to capture our releases.

His thrusts become faster and sloppier, his breathing grows more rapid. I yell out, “Chris, please let me cum. I can’t take it.”

Chris grips my waist tighter, and I feel his swollen member around my walls, reaching his climax. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a rough whisper. "I need to see your eyes when I cum." I obey, my gaze locking onto his as I bring him to the brink. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming.

Chris tenses up, and we both let out a deep moan. The moment of release is explosive, our bodies trembling with the force of our shared climax. The connection between us feels unbreakable, a bond forged in the heat of our passion.

As we come down from the high, Chris collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lie there, catching our breath, the camera forgotten on the nightstand. The intimacy of the moment lingers, a testament to the depth of our connection.

Chris gently strokes my hair, his touch tender and loving. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration.

I smile, feeling a sense of contentment and fulfillment. “So are you, Chris. So are you.”

Chris' phone interrupts us and I glance over and see it’s Matt. I quickly dress myself, thinking they’re outside the door.

Chris pulls my hand towards him, falling back into the bed. “Ma, it’s fine, calm down. He’s calling to ask if we wanna go to the movies after they’re finished dinner.”

I let out a sigh of relief as I nod my head yes, walking to the restroom door.

“Yeah, she’s just gonna shower and get ready. Y’all can start heading back.”

“Well, we’re going to put gas in the bus. I was just giving y’all a heads-up. We’ll probably be back in another hour.”

Chris quickly smirks, guessing I heard the other side of the phone. He gets up, heading towards the bathroom, ready to start another round.

“Chris, we don’t have much time,” I laugh, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as he pulls himself into the shower with me.

[timedhoney]

MDNI.

Seokmin is such a gentleman. He buys you roses, cooks dinner, and has never once in his life worn a bad cologne. Thank goodness. You love making him smile and treating him the way he spoils you. You love covering him in lipstick kisses to accent his own heart shaped mouth. Perhaps love even more baking him his favorite treats, tucking him into bed and taking him on surprise movie dates.

You love most letting him come wherever he wants.

It was such a pleasant discovery when you found out how Seokmin reacted seeing his cum adorn you.

You had been rushing to suck him into your mouth, and spectacularly missed. Felt his cum sliding down your cheek instead. Heard a moan like you've never heard before spill out of his mouth.

You'd very much like to hear that again, you think, reaching a finger up to wipe away his mess.

His hand shoots up to grab at your wrist.

"Leave it for a second, won't you sweet?" You smile in understanding as you reach for his phone so he can take a couple of pictures. And so it begins. Seokmin would do anything for you, so of course you have to treat your lover right

It definitely doesn't hurt that it wildly turns you on when you see how his pupils dilate.

Watching him whine and sweat as he rubs himself along your tits, smearing his cum into your skin. Making you dribble his cum out of the corner of your mouth so he can watch how it mixes with your saliva to drip into you collarbone. Collapsing exhausted into the bed after an incredible round of doggy as he paints your ass with satisfied groans.

You love how vocal he is. Just another thing that makes him such a polite lover. He never fails to shower you in dirty praise and wonderful whines that feel almost as good as the way he plays with you now.

You wouldn't trade anything for when Seokmin gets in this mood. He has you splayed out in his bed as he rubs his cock along your clit, collecting the wetness from your pussy and catching his head along your hole without actually making that final push in.

You whimper at how incredible he is at teasing you out of your mind.

He's kissing along your chest unhurriedly as he slides along you.

"This feels like the dirtier version of if we were teens dry humping with our clothes on," you sigh to him.

He waits before he responds, grabbing at your nipple with his teeth and pulling up, up, up before releasing it to watch how you jiggle. "But that was always my favorite part when I was younger."

You let your eyes crinkle. "Mine too."

He's starting to move faster now, the tip of his dick weeping precum as his thrusts grow more urgent between you. "Fuck sweet, how can every part of you feel so amazing..."

You love being able to watch him thrust, love seeing the way he peeks out towards your stomach with each movement. Of course this man is so stunning that even his cock is hypnotizing. Beautiful and pink and velvety and every other accolade you can give him.

The pressure he's putting on your clit is making your toes curl. Each bump of his dick has both of you gasping at the same time. Your nails make themselves at home in his back as you arch into him, helping him drop his full weight between the two of you as he starts to get desperate.

"Jesus sweet I'm-" and you feel that beautiful sensation of his hot cum dripping along your abdomen. Watch him as he watches you. You lay there and pose for him, let him trail his hands in it and squeeze at your hips.

You let your eyes roll back as his warm tongue slowly slides up your stomach, tracing the lines that he just drew on you. Gentleman that he is, never leaving anything a mess.

"So polite, cleaning me up," you coo. You let yourself get carried away in the little nips he gives your hip bones as he works his mouth all over you. He laves wet kisses down your belly button until he's satisfied with his duties, and only then does he turn to sloppily kiss at your pussy.

He always eats you out like its his last duty on earth. You certainly know that if heaven is real, the way he works you is a service enough that he should get entrance. He sucks your clit into his mouth like the two are long lost friends reuniting. His tongue dips into you and he kisses at you in a way that almost makes you wish he was doing that to your tongue instead. Almost.

You selfishly grab at his hair as you orgasm, and he deftly slides two fingers inside you to help you ride out the way you shake in bed for him.

God what he does to you. You look down between your thighs to see him hard again, and make eye contact as you laugh.

"Come inside this time though, yea?" The way he throws you onto the pillows tells you he very much agrees with how you feel.

What a gentleman, he really is never one to make a mess.

[weird-an]

tw: sex work

Hawkins is a town full of repressed assholes and horny idiots, so it doesn't need a genius to figure out what's going on in the back alley behind The Hawk.

It's easy money. And Billy needs money, because he doesn't want to turn out like the businessmen that tell him his mouth is better than their wives and the guys about his age that have never gotten blown before. A hole is a hole or so they tell him, asking him to leave his hair down so that they can pretend he's a girl.

Billy doesn't listen. It hurts to listen, so he stopped. His dad tells him he's worthless when he's home, he doesn't need to hear it here, as well. He knows. He's either lucky and earns enough money to make it out of here or he's going to end up in that dumpster he's leaning against right now.

He's smoking his last cigarette, waiting for the first guy of the evening to come around.

It's Harrington, like usual. Always one time, always the first.

It's the only thing Billy likes about this job, if he's honest. Getting his lips on Harrington's giant dick. Harrington who is always freshly showered, who smells of fucking expensive cologne like he dolled himself up just to get a filthy blowjob from Billy Hargrove.

On bad days, he's fucking Billy's face and doesn't talk much. But when he's got a good day, he's almost tender. Strokes Billy's hair and tells him that he's good. Like he doesn't get paid to make it so. Like Billy is a date, not a product.

"Hey Billy," he says like they are pals about to meet for a drink.

"Hey Harrington." Billy flicks his cigarette to the ground where its light dies instantly, drowning in a puddle of beer.

Harrington opens his fly, eyes shining bright in the light of the fading day. He is already half hard.

Billy sinks on his knees, licking his lips. His pants are getting tighter too and yeah, that's a problem. It started to happen a few weeks ago and now Billy can't fight in anymore. It's stupid. They aren't dating, they aren't even fucking around, Harrington gives him money and Billy delivers. He shuffles his legs a bit, hopes that Harrington doesn't see it.

Harrington's fingers lift his chin up and Billy's heart stops. Harrington must have noticed.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else?" It's the first time Harrington asks that. He knows the rules. Billy only sucks people off, he doesn't do anything else. It's not like he's got any modesty left, but he had to set some boundaries.

"I don't offer that," Billy presses out, trying to ignore his racing pulse.

"I know." Harrington looks down at him, gaze lingering on the bulge of Billy's pants, corners of his mouth twitching. "But do you want that?"

Billy shouldn't. It's a bad idea.

"Not for work," Harrington says. Billy's dick twitches.

"Not for work," Billy repeats. "And only one time."

"One time," Harrington agrees and puts his cock back in his pants.

[dragubel]

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Clingy/Protective! Munky & Jonathan x Fem Reader One Shot

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┃takes place in 1998-2024 (you can choose) You had a girl's night planned with your girlfriends and you were going to stay the night at your best friend's house while you try to get out of the house, You get caught and interrogated by Him...

┃words: 350

┃Physical sex: sex mention.

┃Contains of the following: Cussing, sex mention, fluff, comfort, attachment issues

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Starter: you get all prettied up to go out with your girlfriends, to go (Favorite Restaurant), and then hang out at your friend's house and stay the night. You walked out of your shared bedroom, going downstairs and right to the front door then you heard a voice stop you.

˚₊‧꒰აJonathan Davis໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Umm.. where do you think you're going?” Jonathan looked up from the couch.

“Just.. out with the girls? Remember? We planned a girl's night together, didn't I tell you?” you chuckled. Jonathan frowned.

“No, but.. I thought you were going next weekend?..” he whined as he started to play with his dread nervously. You sighed as you smiled softly at Jonathan.

“Come on, we haven't seen either in weeks, plus, when I come back we can go out on a date baby! Maybe just have a ‘you and me’ night... If you catch my drift.” you leaned against the door. Jonathan looked away from you and back on the TV. You frowned.

“I just... It doesn't feel right when I'm not with you. Plus, I want you to be safe.” He looked back at you, getting up from the couch with a grunt, walking to you with open arms, pulling you into a hug. “Just.. be safe, call me when you can baby.” he sounded upset and sad. You sighed hugging back and making a conscious decision.

“If you want you can come with me, surely the girls won't mind! Pretty sure Becky is bringing her Douch of a boyfriend..” You scuffed at the mention of her dick of a boyfriend.

“...do you need me to go to protect you and be your guardian?” you felt a smile on your neck.

“Hmm.. yeah.” you giggled. 

“Well let's go!” he looked happier than earlier. He pulled away. You smirk at the huge grin on his face.

“You're going in that?”

“In what?”

“Jon. you're in your boxers.”

“Fuck, lemme get some pants, and ill be back down Doll.” He kisses you on the cheek before running up the stairs.

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˚₊‧꒰ა James “Munky” Shaffer ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Hey? Where you going?” you jumped at the sound of Munkys voice from behind you, you turned around to face him. “What's got you all lookin' sexy for? Going out on a date?” he teased, caressing your hair. “Smell good too..”

“Close, but going out with the ladies at (Fav Restaurant) rather than staying at ___ tonight” You smiled. He cringes and hissed, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“You're wearing my favorite dress too.” he sounded jealous he looked you up and down with a smirk. “You sure are trying to impress someone.” he teased.

“Baby, you know that if any man comes towards me I will kick them straight in the Dick.” you got in his face pronouncing the “d” and “ck” smiling.

“You sure do know how to get me riled up baby, but that doesn't change the fact I don't like ya going out alone.” he places his hands on your hips, still looking at your body in the scandalous explicit dress with a smirk but also a serious face. Awkward silence took over. “Can you stay baby?”

“Hunny, I don't know, I only told the group it would be me.” you frowned.

“But- but what if you get kidnapped, hit on, hurt, threat-” “Munks.” you cut him off. you smiled softly cupping his cheek.

“..ffffiiiiine..” he sighed, he shoved his face into your neck, pulling you into a hug.

“Okay, how ‘bout this handsome, go get dressed, put on your best shoes, put your hair up, put on some cologne, and let's go hang out we could come tonight and watch a movie if you're good, we can go to the corner and get some sweets, how ‘bout that, Daddy?” He backed up, face lit, and he pulled you into a big ‘ol kiss. You giggled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him then he backed away, giving you a thumbs up. 

“I'll be down in a few!” He smiled, running up the stairs, the bedroom door opening then closing the door hard then hearing a “sorry!” from behind the door. You laugh.

“Fuckin goof. I love him.”

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SORRY IF I MADE MUNKYS LONGER- I just luv him 💜 And sorry if I havnt been posting lately. I’m moving from the west to the east across the USA and packing. I just got out of the mental hospital after being in there for 3 days (IT SUCKED) my mental health has been out of all-time low, so I haven’t really had any energy to write. I’m sorry if this is really crappy ❤️❤️🫂

[sweet-demiboi]

Trans!Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Warnings: smut, but like eating Eddie out/giving him a blowjob, also fingering him, and him having a praise-kink, you get horny from pleasuring him (is better than it sounds here, I PROMISE) and you have a dick (amab), steamy make-out sessions, kinda sexy times in public, Billy being your supportive bestie, can be read by poc ig, asexuals (basically all people on the ace spectrum) - idk if you're comfortable with eating out somebody else, but if you are, you can read this (also: Eddie is M!Reader's boyfriend already, maybe that makes you more comfortable), m!reader is kinda dominant (but not really top/bottom, I mean he just gives a blowjob)

Summary: You take Eddie out on a date at Hawkin's public pool at night. It quickly becomes quite steamy.

Also: Fem!Readers - I'm not afraid to block you. Just don't interact with this/read it, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

"If my boss finds out about this I'm gonna kill you", Billy says when he hands you his keys to the public pool of Hawkins.

"Yeah, yeah, got it", you snatch them from him and smile sheepishly "Thank you for doing all of this, Bills. It really means a lot to me!"

He sighs "No problem. Just make sure you fuck that guy right, eh", he smirks when you shove him.

"No, seriously, thanks." He only nods while lighting a cigarette, non-verbally asking if you'd also like one.

You decline and get out of the camaro, walking up to your house because Billy had been kind enough to drive you there.

"Good luck, (Y/L/N)", he shouts after you before driving away with screetching tires.

You wave and then get inside - you have two hours for preparing yourself and the location for a date with your gorgeous boyfriend.

You decided to shower first, because hygiene. You put on some cologne and a shirt of 'Iron Maiden' which you might have lent from Eddie without him knowing. You are sure that he will love it on you though, like anytime you wear his clothes.

You snatch three bottles of beer from the fridge and get out of the house again, this time walking up to your own car.

You get in and the first thing you hear when you start the engine is metal. It must be one of Eddie's cassettes he left in here. You don't mind the music and drive to the pool unbothered.

You let yourself in through the entry for 'Employees only!' and put the beer in the fridge that stands in a lazily decorated room for staff.

You also get out the towels you brought and place them near the pool. Happy with the outcome you get back to the car to pick up Eddie from the trailerpark.

When you arrive there your metalhead is already waiting outside, waving at you eagerly. He wastes no time in climbing in your car and kissing you on the cheek as a greeting.

"Hello there", you chuckle "Hi", Eddie's eyes are beaming with joy, making your heart flutter.

"So, where are you taking me?", his curious nature is taking over, making you smile teasingly "Wouldn't be much of a surprise anymore if I told you"

"Buuut otherwise you are technically kidnapping me right now if you don't tell me where we're going"

"Honestly, I don't think you would be opposed to that idea"

"Nah, I wouldn't", Eddie agrees, then he starts commenting on your music: "Listening to pretty cool stuff, pretty boy"

"Mhm, your taste starts growing on me" You continue talking about music and Eddie rants a little about the fun-facts he knows of some bands and D&D as well.

You love listening to him speaking about the things he loves, so you don't bother interrupting him.

You are at the pool when Eddie's stories about magic come to an end and suddenly he looks at you excited.

"What are we doing here?", he asks with a grin spreading over his face.

"Billy gave me the keys. I figured you might like the privacy" You know that Eddie loves swimming but doesn't like all the people whispering about him, his tattoos and top-surgery scars (of which they don't know what caused them).

He leans over and kisses you on the lips this time. His own are soft and you can smell weed, cologne and the fresh tomatos Wayne grows in the small backyard on him. Eddie pulls you closer by the shoulder and you let it happen, let yourself sink into him.

"Been waiting for this", you smile against his lips "Actually, no, sorry, that sounds like I only want to do sexual things with you, which I want, but it's not the main reason of this date. Or our relationship, because I really love your personality and everything and kissing and stuff is just a bonus." Your cheeks go a little red at the rant, but Eddie just smiles.

"I love you too. It's cute when you do that", he kisses the tip of your nose and gets out of the car. You follow after him, a smile on your face.

"Also, that's my shirt!", he exclaims, you don't argue "You left it at mine and I... didn't bother bringing it back to you"

Eddie scoffs playfully at that "How naughty of you" You continue your banter while stripping down, already next to the pool, to your boxers then there is a moment of silence only filled by a grin sneaking on Eddie's face.

When you realise what he's about to do, you are already falling in the water, your boyfriend right behind you. Eddie's laugh is loud when you both are up again, you smack him lightly.

"Jerk" - "Aw, you're so right"

You're diving, make swimming races, battle each other in splashing-competitions and jump in the water from the poolside (Billy would be furious).

When you're both absolutely powered out you get the beer. Sitting next to each other and letting your legs hang in the water is really nice. You lean your head on Eddie's shoulder and basically feel him smile at you.

You take a gulp from your beer "How has your day been so far?"

"Far better since you are here", you smile at that "Dysphoria?" Eddie shruggs "A little" - "Why?"

"No particular reason", he replies "Just...", a sigh follows "My bottom.. like parts- I don't feel so great about them all the time, honestly."

You take his hand in yours in a hope to be comforting "Would you like some convincing of your body being awesome and masc and wonderful?", you ask, Eddie turns his head to you "Hell yeah, what do you have in mind?"

You only smirk at him mieschivously and kiss his lips. You know that he loves making out with you, so you go all out: Caressing his cheeks, touching his back and twisting his nipples. He groans at that.

Your smirk only deepens and you jump back in the water, now you are between his legs. Your feet find a hold on a little ledge under water, so your head is before his crotch.

At first you place your hands on either side of his legs and continue teasing his nipples while pressing yourself upwards with your arms.

Eddie's quiet moans are your reward, plus you love the feeling of his hands in your hair, pulling you towards him even closer.

You scatter his stomach with hickeys and kisses, while you look in his chocolate eyes gleaming from pleasure.

You are at his boxershorts now, two fingers already slipped under the material, still you ask for his permission: "Would you like to take these off so I can continue?"

Eddie nods frantically, making you chuckle. You have never seen him discard his underwear this fast before.

"Aw, are you a little desperate, baby?"

"Y-yes"

"Such a good boy for me, really", you smile, kissing his inner thighs. Eddie whines, edging you on.

"I know baby, you want it bad - just a little more patience and you'll get everything you want."

"Okay", he breathes out, visibly trying to keep his cool.

Your hands travel the sides of his body, graze over his tattoos and finally hold on to his middle "Jesus, I love your slutty little waist so much"

You start massaging his skin, lifting yourself out of the water a little to pepper kisses over his sides, adding a few little red marks.

Eddie is a mess at that point. Whining and moaning lowly the entire time, and you enjoy every sound that comes out of his mouth.

"Baby, you're being so good for me", you praise him "Such a good boy" You know he's actually a slut for being called this and being praised.

One of your hands sneaks down to his crotch and starts playing with his cute little dick, which is already slick with his arousal. Eddie's moanes become high-pitched at that and he looks at you with even more want in his eyes.

"Tell me what you want", you request "You earned it"

"Your tongue, please", his hands are shaking "Between my legs"

"Do you want me to eat you out or suck your dick?"

"B-both, maybe?"

"Both it is", you smile at him and then go down on his body again. You push your face between his legs and start expertantly licking his wet boypussy.

You already know the parts he likes to be taken care of the most, so you start there. For example the little head of his dick. You lick it, take it between your lips and let your fingers graze it, Eddie's a moaning mess either way.

"This feels so good", he whispers out "More, please"

You know what he meant by that, so you push two fingers inside him, which has him moaning so loud, he has to slap a hand over his mouth to not disturb anybody living near the pool.

Your middle- and ring-finger glide in and out of him with ease, hitting his special spot with every thrust. You can feel the little hard spot inside him when moving past his soft, wet walls.

Eddie's breathing now is completely out of control, letting you know that he's about to come. You do what he likes most: Pull your fingers out of him and finish him off with only your tongue inside him.

Your arms grip his thigs while you taste him on your tongue. It's more addictive than smoking to you, so you savor every drop of him, even your chin becomes wet from it.

"I-I'm gonna come!", Eddie almost screams out, not able to hold himself back. As if I didn't know, you think to yourself with a smirk. But your boy likes to let you know about everything concerning his orgasm as you might not let him experience it. You only do that rarely though.

He comes on your tongue with a very guttural moan, making your own dick jump a little. You love it when Eddie is being vocal.

He eventually comes down from his high, but stays lying on his back, trying to catch his breath. You sit down next to him, licking your lips smilingly.

"Did you enjoy it that much, pretty boy?", you ask, pleased with yourself.

"Fuck, yes, I did.", Eddie turns his head in your direction "You're always so good"

You lean down to kiss him again, knowing that he quite enjoys tasting himself on your tongue as well. You were not wrong as Eddie pulls you in, still very much aroused.

He is french-kissing you at a pool at night in a very much homophobic town. The world is perfect in that moment when only the stars are watching and the moon spends light. And you are holding the most precious boy on earth in your arms.

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 5

read part 4 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: major character death, depictions of murder/suicide

a/n: okay here we get to see the toxic psycho behavior start to come out! this part is so different from the last that it gave me whiplash to write. n e ways hope you like

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Even before I turn over, I can feel Ethan’s eyes on me. 

He grins. “Hey, good morning,”

“Hi,” I say, sitting up against the backboard. “Have you been up very long?” I check the alarm. It’s relatively early still, only 8:15.

“No, no,” he says. “I just didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

There’s an awkward tension between us, neither quite knowing what to do now. Eventually, Ethan clears his throat. “So I, uh, I had a really special time with you last night, and I kinda want to keep hanging out? If you want to, I mean.”

“You mean like, go on some dates?”

“Um, yeah? If that’s cool?”

I don’t know if he’s ever asked a girl out before because he absolutely cannot look me in the eye, but his expression is so sweet that I lean over and gently kiss him. 

“That would be great.”

He smiles, and I almost lose myself in this moment, until I remember the rest of last night. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” I say, untangling myself from his arms. “I gotta go see Tara.”

Ethan frowns. “Wait, why?”

“I have to apologize. She’s all alone right now, Sam left last night.”

“I don’t see why it’s your job to tell her you’re sorry, though,” he says. “She literally slapped you.”

I pull on some discarded jeans and a t-shirt. “It’s more complicated than that,” I sigh. “I don’t want this to become a big thing. Easier to just apologize now, you know?”

He gets up and wraps me in his arms, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Alright. At least let me drive you? It’s too far to walk right now.”

I know that it’s a bad idea to bring Ethan, but the feeling of his arms around me and the faded scent of his cologne is intoxicating. I can’t help but be persuaded.

“Fine, okay,” I say. “Thank you.”

He gives me one more quick kiss on the neck before pulling away to get dressed.

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Usually, the drive to Tara’s is ten minutes long. Thanks to Ethan’s driving habits, we make it in five.

Pulling up to the house, a wave of nausea and jitters passes through my body. I’m considering turning around until Ethan takes my hand in his. The non-verbal reassurance calms me down, and we walk into the house together.

I’m surprised to find that the door is slightly ajar, deadbolts forgotten without Sam in the house. I know that she’s still gone– her car is missing from the driveway– but my theory is confirmed when I find a note on the kitchen table: 

At gmas. Don’t text. Call when you can have a real conversation -Sam.

“That’s brutal,” Ethan whistles.

“Yeah.” I remember how Sam looked at all of us last night, and it sends chills down my spine. I push it away. “I think I should bring her something.”

Ethan laughs. “Don’t you think that’s over the top?”

I roll my eyes at him. “Oh, whatever. I just want this to work.”

Opening the fridge, I find a bottle of orange juice that Tara once mentioned was her favorite. “Hey, that’ll work.”

Ethan grabs a ceramic cup from the cabinet and hands it to me. “How about making it special? Got any mixers?”

“Like Sam keeps any alcohol in this house,” I scoff, pouring the juice into the cup. “Plus, a mimosa isn’t the best hangover cure.”

“I don’t know… I was thinking something more like this.” He reaches underneath the kitchen sink, pulling out a bottle of drain cleaner. 

I laugh, thinking he's kidding, but he doesn’t crack a smile or put the bottle away. “Come on,” he continues, pulling out an identical cup. “She’ll puke her guts out and you’ll get a little revenge before you apologize.”

He pours in blue liquid and mixes it with equal parts orange juice. I can’t lie, I’m a little horrified. “Don’t be a dick, Ethan, that stuff could kill her.”

He pauses for a second, and I can’t read his expression before his face softens. “You’re right, Y/N. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that.”

He leans in and kisses me unexpectedly, and even though I’m still weirded out by his suggestion, I melt into him, letting the moment take me.

“Is okay,” I mumble into his mouth. “We gotta go. She’s probably waking up now.”

Without looking, I grab the cup from the table, distracted by Ethan’s eyes raking over me. It feels good to be wanted like this. I smirk at him and turn on my heels. 

He follows me up the stairs, and together we approach Tara’s door. I know she’s in there by the sound of her sleep music playing softly, even though it’s past 9:00 at this point. Tara’s usually an early riser, but I’m willing to bet that the hangover is preventing her from starting her day.

Out of courtesy, I knock gently on her door. “Tara? Are you in there?”

No reply. Not wanting to give up, I turn the knob and let myself in. She’s laying in her bed, facing away from us. “Hey, Tara?”

Tara turns over, and I can tell she’s not happy to see me. “What are you doing here, Y/N? And with… Ethan?”

Even though she’s trying to ice me out, she’s clearly interested in whatever happened between us. I clear my throat. “Yeah. Listen, Tara, I know both of us said a lot of stuff we didn’t mean last night–”

“Did we?” she interrupts. “I don’t know, you seemed pretty fucking sure of yourself when you got in the middle of my family business.”

Her words hurt, and I can feel Ethan shift uncomfortably behind me. “I know. Can we just forget about it?”

I hold out the cup and she eyes me suspiciously. “What, did you spit in this or something?”

“Jesus, Tara, no,” I sigh. “I came to say sorry or whatever. You said it’s your favorite.”

This seems to persuade her. She takes the cup from me, sitting up in her bed. “If this makes me feel better, I’ll consider accepting your apology.”

This makes me smile slightly, and I can see a glint in her eye that tells me she might not be as mad anymore. She lifts the cup to her lips and drinks, and I relax a little, thankful she accepted my peace offering. 

But something is wrong. Really, really wrong.

As soon as she swallows, her face scrunches up. She drops the cup, spilling the contents on her comforter.

“Tara?” I say, “What’s going on?”

She’s hacking now, and I see her start to convulse. I’m full-on panicking now. “Oh my god, Ethan, call 911!”

He’s completely checked out, watching Tara choke. “Fuck, Ethan, just do it!” I scream.

This seems to wake him up, and he grabs his phone from his back pocket. “Jesus, it’s fucking dead!”

This can’t be happening. I take her head in my lap, trying to elevate it so she doesn’t choke, but there’s no use. Tara wheezes and wheezes, then suddenly goes still, blood starting to trickle from her mouth.

I’m frozen. I can’t do anything but stare slack-jawed at Tara’s gaunt face in my lap.

Then it hits me, and I start screaming.

“Oh my god! Fuck, fuck, how could this happen, how could we kill–”

Ethan suddenly slaps his hand over my mouth, frighteningly out of character for him.

“Y/N, stop, please, stop! Someone’s going to hear.” He retracts his hand, and I feel my eyes welling with tears. I’m shaking. 

“Jesus Christ,” I say. “I just killed my best friend.”

We sit in silence for a second until the reality of the situation dawns on me. “Holy fuck, what are we going to tell the cops?”

I can see the cogs in his brain turning, and he stumbles around the room. Suddenly, Ethan stops and picks up a copy of The Bell Jar from Tara’s desk.

“Okay. Now, we did a murder, and that's a crime. But, if this were like a suicide thing…”

“A suicide thing?” I don’t follow.

“I mean, you can do Tara’s handwriting just as well as your own, right?”

I suddenly understand what he’s asking me to do, and the thought makes me sick. But we have no other option. 

I gently lift Tara’s head off of my lap so I can get up and rip out a piece of paper from her half-full history notebook. “Fuck, what do I say?”

Ethan thinks for a second. “We have to tie it back to last year. Make sure to talk about her fight with Sam last night.

It feels impossible, but I force myself to start writing.

Dear world,

You might think what I’ve done is shocking. To me, though, suicide is the obvious answer to the impossible challenge life has given me. 

Though Richie Kirsch and Amber Freeman did not kill me last year, they stole something much more valuable– my will to live. 

The absence of my father and sister, the deaths of some of my closest friends, and then the departure of my mother, all combined, made me realize that there is no one left who really knows me, no one who really cares. 

I can’t live like this any longer, alone and afraid of an enemy who isn’t there. I died knowing that there was no other option for me. I hope you can understand.

Tara

By the time I’m done, I’m shaking so hard that I drop the pen. The page is stained with my tears, but there’s no time to rewrite it.

I collapse on the ground, and Ethan wraps his arms around me. “I know, I know,” he says.  “It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

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[smurphyse]

Get Me Out of Here Alive | Spencer Reid

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Part 8 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: mentions of grief, self realization, mentions of nightmares, bad flirting, awkward ask outs, descriptions of sex, masturbation

Summary: You decide to go on a run to get rid of some of your pent up energy. Meanwhile, Spencer and Emily go to the diner and Spencer gets roped into a date

I didn't sleep at all. Instead, I laid in Spencer’s flannel and my underwear all night staring at the ceiling, my lips still buzzing from his rough kisses. I could still feel his hands on me, his tight caresses… and the way he lifted me and shoved me against the wall… fuck. 

It all happened so fast. All day something had been charged between us but that walk back to the Inn was different. I don't sleep with every guy who gives me a jacket on a chilly night but… if Rose and Emily hadn't come back when they did I would have screwed Spencer Reid until those pretty hazel eyes bugged out of his head. 

…oh, but that kiss.

With his scraggly beard and long hair, I wouldn't have pegged him for a skilled kisser. If he fucked the way he kissed…maybe I should have just taken him upstairs after that. Emily and Rose’s words had obliterated any chance of that, though. Looking at him and knowing he was broken was fine, but the implication that we could somehow fix one another? No. No thank you.

My mind kept flashing back to his hands on my breasts, my ass, my face. My thighs clenched together each time and all I wanted was to reach into my dresser drawer and use my vibrator until it died but something about it felt weird. Delightfully dirty…but weird enough that I stopped myself. 

His scent lingered on the fabric. Soft notes of bergamot were flushed with cinnamon from his cologne. Now it stained my sheets, as though he were lying next to me. I wished he was. I didn't want to be alone. 

At about four am, I reached for my landline and dialed Rico’s number, knowing he'd come and fuck me until I couldn't walk. At least then I'd be satiated. But as I stared at it, my finger hovering over the call button, I had to remind myself that we were just friends now. We'd repaired our friendship and that was where it needed to stay.

I tried calling Michelle next to talk to my best friend about it, but she didn't answer at home. I tried the diner. No answer. 

I ended up tossing the phone across the room and plopping back on the mattress to glare at the ceiling. 

Even his dick was thick and long through his pants, straining against the fabric. Fuck, I thought angrily, sweeping at the air to push the thought away. 

I was trying to get my life together. Sleeping with a customer, even one who kissed like Spencer Reid, wasn't conducive to being a productive member of this town. That's what I wanted to be. Involved, helpful, maybe even happy. I needed to get myself out of this decade-long funk and do more than just exist here.

As soon as the sun started to peek through the windows, I got up and changed into a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. I had a few light hickies on my neck from Spencer's phenomenal tongue and teeth action, but with a bit of concealer I would be the only one who knew about that. 

I pulled on my running shoes and headed down the stairs. I flung open the door, ready to begin the second my feet hit the carpet on the first floor, but instead of berber I ran face first into Spencer's chest. 

He caught me before I could fall on my ass, grabbing me with both arms and standing me upright. He hadn't put on his brace yet, but he was dressed. He looked better than I wanted him to in a purple button up, white tee and black jeans. 

"Jesus, are you okay?" Spencer asked protectively, checking me over. His hands were hot even through my light sweatshirt, bleeding through and flashing me back to last night. "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"I was, uhm… I was running," I stammered. He cocked a brow as I struggled in my awkwardness to swallow and manage to say, "I'm going running."

"Oh," he nodded, like last night's events hadn't happened at all. "Okay."

"Do you wanna, like, go with me?" I asked, only semi hopefully. 

"Oh, fuck no," he said sharply. I must not be as good at masking my emotions as I thought because he took one look at my face and held out his hands defensively. "Not because of last night… I just don't… do that."

I nodded, not really knowing what else to say. Spencer pointed down the hall toward Room 6. "Emily's leaving today, so we're going to breakfast. You should stop by, say goodbye to her."

"Okay," I agreed. I turned on my heel to literally run out the door, but Spencer reached out and grabbed my hand. 

When I looked up at him, I could tell he was protecting himself. His shoulders were squared, jaw stiff, but his eyes were soft. "Are we… Are we good?"

"Yeah, of course," I blurted automatically, nodding my head much too emphatically. "Heat of the moment and all that."

"Right. Enjoy your run," he said quietly. Emily's door cracked open, and I saw my chance and took it, high tailing it out of the Inn. 

I took off down the street, ignoring the turning heads from passersby. My heart already pounded in my chest, and I knew I'd be the talk of the town today because of the simple act of running, but I had other things on my mind. 

Ernie and I used to run together before playing pickup soccer at the beach. It was our morning routine before heading to the Inn. He'd kiss me goodbye for the day and go to the shop, then join me for lunch. Rico would tag along sometimes, but mostly he just came for lunch because he knew I'd make extra for him. 

The nights were just for me and my husband. We'd head out to the docks and mosey around the bay in our schooner. We'd cut through the waves, soaring toward the horizon with nothing but adventure in our hearts. We were so young, carefree. I don't know how I managed to be so brave at eighteen when now I was just terrified all the time. 

The cicadas were deafening, their voices caught in the breeze. Loneliness threatened to drag me down into the sand as I hit the beach. It was strange to run without Ernie, like I could disappear. 

But something hit me as I breathed in the salt air. It felt…good. I was here, I was alive, and like last night when I played that pickup game I finally felt like a person again.  My lungs and heart pumped blood through my veins, my muscles burning as I pushed myself further and further. 

I was still here. I wasn't going to disappear. 

I stopped as I hit the edge of the ocean. The water was coming up, the high tide wouldn't hit until later in the morning. It inched toward my schooner where it sat down the beach. I had it set up so that if and when I was ready, all I needed was high water and I could bust out the supports, sending it out to sea.

If someone bombed heaven, the sky would look like it did now. Pink and orange lay fractured in outlines, scratching its way toward the water. Ernie should be walking next to me, and without him, all alone felt like all I'd ever be. 

It wasn't true, though, and standing there exhausted with my hands on the back of my head I drank in the morning. So much beauty laid before me, the glistening waves dancing in the distance. A spark ignited in my heart at the sight, one I haven’t felt in so long it was almost brand new to me. My body shook suddenly with an emotion that I couldn’t explain as I had the overwhelming urge to just sprint into the water.

I toed off my shoes and tucked my socks inside them, dropping my sweatshirt on top. Sucking in a deep breath, I walked toward the water in just shorts and my sports bra. I haven't stepped foot in the ocean, not even a bit, in almost a decade. My jaw trembled as the cool morning water touched my skin. 

Heat rushed to my ears as I struggled to quell my panic. I clenched my fists and moved forward anyway. The tops of my feet disappeared as I watched the horizon, then my ankles, until I was knee deep in my salvation and my torturer. 

The wet sand pushed up between my toes, goosebumps breaking out across my body. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I let the water envelop me. The sand dipped down the further I went, the edges of my shorts soaking in the light waves. 

I belonged out there. As much as I'd both loved and hated the ocean through my life, it was where I was the most myself. My heart called out to the distance, wishing the ocean would grow hands to hold me again. It brought me back to the surface the night the lightning struck and destroyed my life. It gave me yet another chance to live again, and I've squandered the last decade in misery. 

I didn't realize how far I'd walked until the water hit my chest, soaking my collarbones and arms. Silently, I let the ocean surround me, the gentle waves lifting and pushing and pulling me as the water rose. I almost hoped it would take me out to sea, toward that horizon that I could never catch, but instead it pushed me toward shore.

Part of me knew it was just the coming high tide, but that adventurous spirit and superstitious soul that loved the ocean and its mysteries was convinced it was because it just wasn’t my time yet to return to her.

I made my way back to the shore and plopped down in the wet sand, suddenly more exhausted than I’d been in years. My heart broke open as I sat there, my head in my hands, and I cried for a long time by myself on that beach. 

I have so much more living left to do. I'm just ready to start, but I have no idea how. 

Spencer walked with Emily to Bean There, his mind churning over the previous night. Honey consumed his mind, and if he was being honest her awkwardness that morning hurt him just a little bit. 

He understood it. After all, he'd left her just as awkwardly in the doorway to her apartment. Still, a part of him almost hoped she'd yell at him about it or try to make him talk. He felt so guilty, knowing that she was grieving and all he’d wanted was a quick fuck with the local widow. He couldn’t really tell her that, but it was a complicated emotion stabbing him in the chest. 

He spent all night watching the sliding doors in his room, hearing the people mill about and continue their fun on the beach. He almost wanted to go back and join them, but his social anxiety crept up and refused to let him leave the bed. 

Knowing she was just upstairs gutted him. He could have gone up and apologized, or kissed her again. He could have given her that friction they'd both been chasing, but all that confidence he'd had jumped out the window when Emily and Rose interrupted them. 

Michelle greeted them with a smile and a wave of her coffee carafe as they entered the diner, clearly happy to see him again after the big tip he'd left earlier in the week. She looked a bit busy, her dark hair tossed up in a ponytail as she flitted between the tables. 

Emily made a beeline for the same booth in the corner he had picked on his first day, right next to Rose, Rico, and Holly who sat together. Holly stared dreamily past them until Spencer slid between the table and whatever he was looking at, giving Emily the seat against the wall. He trusted her to watch his back. 

"Hey Spencer!" Holly grinned brightly as he saw them, throwing a wave. "Hi Miss Emily."

Emily smiled at that and put a hand on his shoulder as she eased into the seat, “Hey, Holly. How are you this morning?” “Good,” he replied, but he gestured to Spencer with a quirked brow. “Have you seen Honey this morning? She usually joins us."

"I haven't," Emily said apologetically. She looked innocently at Spencer, who'd gone stock still like he'd been caught in the act though he'd done nothing wrong. "What about you, Spence?"

"Uhm, I-," he began, clearing his throat awkwardly. Rose squinted at him as Rico finally looked over with his mouth stuffed with waffles. Spencer shrugged and looked down at his hands, "She said she was going for a run."

Rico’s jaw dropped, his mouth filled with mashed food. Rose and Holly's eyebrows raised and they stopped what they were doing to stare at him. 

"She went… running?" Rose asked incredulously. 

Spencer glanced up at Emily, who shrugged in response. He nodded, "Yeah, like an hour ago."

"Was she upset?" Rico asked sharply, nearly making Spencer flinch. She'd been awkward around him, sure, but not angry or sad. He felt an inch away from getting into trouble, so he shook his head.

"No. Is her going for a run really that big of a deal?"

"Honey went for a run?" Michelle's voice came as she approached with some mugs for Spencer and Emily. They clinked lightly as they hung limply from her fingers. Her usually sweet and happy face dropped to concern. 

“She… she seemed fine, I swear,” Spencer insisted, not really understanding what the big deal was. Everyone seemed so worried, and he and Emily were dreadfully in the dark. “She actually asked if I wanted to go with her, so I think she’s okay.”

“You?” Rico pressed, and Spencer nodded. He nodded to himself and looked back at his food with a frown. "Hmm."

"She'll come to us if she needs us," Rose decided. He picked up his cup and aimed it toward Michelle as she set Emily and Spencer's down on their table. "Would you mind giving me a refill, 'Chelle?"

Michelle obliged, pouring the thick black wonder that was her coffee into his cup. She turned to Holly, who was giving her that dreamy stare again, "What about you, Holl?"

He just watched her with a soft smile until Spencer couldn't take the tension any longer. He kicked him lightly between the tables, startling him out of his reverie. 

"Oh, sure," he muttered, blushing furiously. His cheeks flush brightly, and he had to look away as Michelle filled his cup. 

"You feelin' okay?" she asked worriedly. 

Holly nodded at his lap, "Yeah, yeah…"

Michelle made a face, but she didn't press him. Rico gave Holly his trademark squint as she went back to work, hurrying between tables and the kitchen with her carafe. Spencer did his best to ignore it, but Rico didn't let up. 

Holly still stared at his lap while Rose pretended not to notice, but even Emily couldn't help but smile at him curiously. Spencer decided to kick her under the table as well so she wouldn't get involved. 

"Just leave it alone," he hissed lowly so only she could hear. 

She made a face to let him know she was irritated, but decided to take a sip of coffee instead. "Where did you disappear to last night?"

Heat rushed to his cheeks. The lustful memory of himself pressed against Honey in the heat of the night surfaced, her soft moans echoing in his ear. He could almost feel her gripping his arms even now. 

Spencer shrugged over his mug, "I got tired, so I went back to the room."

"You just went to bed?" Emily pressed. She leaned back against the booth and cocked a brow at him. 

"Yes."

"Nothing else?"

"Emily-."

"Because I couldn't find Honey either," she mused, loud enough for Rose to obviously listen in on, but Rico was still glaring at Holly. "Did she come back with you?"

Now it was Spencer's turn to squint, and he did. His eyes narrowed at Emily. Why did all of his female friends want to play matchmaker?  

"Drop it," he growled. Spencer picked up his mug and aimed it her way, "You're leaving in a few hours. Do we have to get into this now?"

"It'd be good for you to have some fun. You know, let loose, bang a pretty widow."

Rose coughed heavily into his cup, choking on his coffee. It seemed the one thing Emily hadn't figured out yet was that he was Honey's father in law. Spencer did his best to ignore it as Rico slapped Rose’s back to help him out. 

"I'll decide what's good for me, okay?" Spencer groaned, trying desperately to avoid Rose’s now focused glare. 

Emily let it go, and instead they ordered their food and chatted for a bit. It was impossible not to notice Holly's obvious staring at Michelle the longer they sat there. How he didn't see Rico eyeing him was beyond Spencer. 

Michelle was beautiful, and she looked a lot like Collie. She wore a plain black tee and shorts with her blue apron, hurrying about with the practiced ease of an experienced waitress. She showed little sign of exhaustion, aside from her messy ponytail, offering every patron a warm smile and a cheeky comment. 

"Did you fuck my sister?" Rico blurted out after a while, making Emily and Spencer go stock still. Rose’s gaze finally moved from Spencer to stare wide eyed at him. 

Holly's face turned beat red as he dropped his utensils, "W-What? No, man!"

"Then why are you staring at her like that?" Rico pressed irritably, leaning forward. "What the hell is going on with you?"

Holly's voice lowered to avoid the gawking of the other customers. "I'm not…staring, dude. I'm not some creep."

Realization dawned, and Rico broke out in a slow smile, "Ohh, I get it. Just ask her out, man. She'd probably say yes."

"She's your sister, Rico. I'm not asking her out."

Rico shrugged and made a face, waving toward Michelle as she chatted with some customers. "She's a grown ass woman and you obviously want to. Just do it and stop staring like a weirdo."

Holly bit his bottom lip and chanced a glance her way. She spotted him and gave him a small wave, and he returned it with a dopey grin. Rose chuckled into his cup with relief as Holly turned back to Rico. 

"I can't, man. No way. I won't do that to her," he muttered ashamedly, shaking his head. His fingers trembled as he picked up his mug and took a shaky drink. He swallowed heavily and sighed, "I get nightmares. You remember what happened with Andrea. I won't do that to Michelle too."

Rico set a gentle hand on Holly's shoulder, "That was ten years ago, dude. You didn't mean to do that. You had a nightmare and you couldn't control it."

Holly fixed a stern gaze Spencer had never seen from the puppy dog of a man on Rico. "I scared my wife so badly she left me on the spot. That's your sister."

"And you're my best friend," Rico replied easily, his eyes warm. "I know you'll treat her with respect. I know you'd make her happy if you let yourself. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't tell you that you should do it."

Holly didn't seem convinced, gnawing on his bottom lip. Spencer hated getting involved in this crap, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Emily seemed to read his mind as he unfurled a napkin, digging through her purse and handing him a pen. He scribbled down a number and held it out to him. 

"PTSS isn't curable but it's treatable with therapy and sometimes medication," he murmured as Holly cautiously took the napkin. "This is a friend of mine, and she does virtual sessions that are covered by VA benefits."

"But there's no internet besides at the cafe," Holly muttered, glaring down at the phone number and name. 

"My mom's got a private room you can use at the cafe," Rico said softly, nudging him with his shoulder. "You're not the only one in town who goes to therapy. I used it for mine after Ernie died."

The look on Holly's face could only be described as a mix of grief and gratitude. He clutched the napkin to his chest and nodded at his friend, his chin wobbling a bit. 

"Sorry for the wait, guys," Michelle announced as she came up to them with plates full of food. She deposited them on the table along with new mugs of fresh coffee, whipping the tray under her arm and giving them a bright smile. "It's been a busy day. Can I get you anything else?"

"We're good," Emily replied. Spencer nodded in agreement. She went to turn back to her work when Holly reached out and grabbed her hand lightly with his big fingers. 

"Hey, 'Chelle?" he asked quietly as she faced him. His big puppy dog eyes were so sweet and worried as he looked up at her. 

Michele simply smiled down at him, and Holly sucked in a deep breath. "Do you wanna have dinner with me on Friday?"

Michelle chewed her cheek nervously, her gaze flicking between him and her brother. "You mean…like a date?"

Holly nodded, "Could be a double date if you want. Get the new guy a date and have a night on the water at Tucci's."

He thrust a thumb at Spencer as he said it, and Spencer's head shot over to glare at him. Holly ignored him. "What do you think?"

"I'd love to," Michelle replied shyly. Her cheeks flushed as she squeezed Holly's fingers. "I'll ask Honey. She could use a night out."

There was no mistaking the way Rico rubbed his face irritably as Michelle walked away, and Spencer kicked Holly under the table as she did. "Why am I going on this?"

Holly shrugged, pointing at Rico, "I think it'll take some pressure off to have someone else there, and I knew she'd bring Honey and those two aren't knocking boots anymore."

Rico and Spencer shared an awkward glance as Holly continued, "C'mon, man. Please?"

Rico nodded slightly, and even though Spencer knew he didn't need his approval he appreciated it. If Honey found out he'd given it, though, she'd be pissed. 

"Fine," he snapped. "But you owe me."

The door chimed behind him as someone stepped in, Emily's grin turning devilish as she looked over his shoulder, "Speak of the devil…"

Spencer turned to see Honey herself step into the diner in a pair of shorts and a sports bra with a sweatshirt tied around her waist. The end of her ponytail was drenched with water, trickling down her shoulder and between her breasts, even soaking into the leather laced around her neck. She was more than worthy of the leering from men around the diner, Spencer included. 

Her skin was damp, glistening under the lights as she looked around. She was so beautiful, and Spencer's mind couldn't help but remember her body wrapped around his the night before. Again, he wished desperately that Rose and Emily hadn't interrupted them… he wanted to bury himself inside her and never leave. 

"You don't answer your phone?" she asked as she spotted Michelle coming out of the kitchens, flinging her hands up in irritation. 

"Look at this place!" Michelle snarked back, but they both broke out in grins. Michelle pointed to her damp clothing, "What the hell happened to you?"

Honey approached the counter with an excited laugh, setting her hands on the edge and leaning over towards Michelle on the other side. "I was in the ocean."

Rico, Rose, and Holly all looked her way at that, their eyes wide. Michelle's hands covered Honey's over the counter as she leaned over as well, "Are you okay?"

"It was… oh, 'Chelle… I went on a run, and it was fantastic! I went to the beach and I just walked right in, like I never left." Honey's voice dripped with excitement and wonder as she spoke. Spencer remembered Rose saying she hadn't touched the ocean since her husband died, and a part of him was truly happy for her. "I went all the way up to my chest and just watched the horizon…"

"C'mon, let's go in the back," Michelle decided, ushering her around the counter. She looped her arm around her shoulder. "I'll make you something to eat."

"She went into the ocean?" Rico hissed as they disappeared. "What the hell is going on with her lately?"

"She's gotta move on sometime, right?" Holly asked. Emily cocked her head at Spencer, but he flashed her a warning look. 

"Just let her be," Rose muttered, waving a mug at them both. "She'll let us know if she needs us."

They left it at that, and Spencer and Emily finished their breakfast, opting instead to talk about the team and other things besides Honey. But his mind couldn't help but wander… and wonder if he'd had any part in her strange behavior this morning. 

Emily had said she wanted to leave this place, to get away from her past. Maybe all of the week's excitement had gotten to her, and she decided to stop worrying about others and do what she wanted. He couldn't be sure, but the pressure of Emily and Rose’s words kept getting to him. 

He couldn't fix Honey, and she couldn't fix him. They were simply two ships passing in the night, coming across one another before disappearing into the distance. They just looked alike on the surface, but were completely different deep down. Their baggage was different, their trauma… their paths to healing were in different directions.

He couldn't fix Honey… she couldn't fix him…

A part of him wished they could. 

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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 19/? "Like a rock ballad"

Billy listens to Scorpions in canon (the iconic "Rock you like a hurricane"). Does he like their ballads? Probably not. Too slow, too sappy. He prefers his music fast, mad and loud.

2 songs for this chapter: "Jump" (1983) by Van Halen, and "Holiday" (1979) by Scorpions.

***

When they go out of the History classroom to move to another one - the usual "detention chamber" Steve was a frequent guest of last December - Tommy is waiting near the door. Mrs. Jenkins watches and follows the boys closely like a prison guard, but Tommy manages to walk a bit alongside whispering

"Guys where were you?"

There's offence in his voice, like when a little kid feels left out of whatever fun was taking place.

Neither of them say anything but Steve brings two fingers to his mouth, imitating smoking.

Hagan purses his lips and falls behind, still clearly upset. Billy's got a feeling Tommy is onto something. Long friendship gives you that kind of intuition. King Steve might be oblivious, but Hargrove knows that relationships between best friends are often much more than meets the eye. Hagan can throw a jealous tantrum at some point, and no-one needs that.

In detention Billy pulls out his homework, and Steve snorts. What are you gonna do for two fucking hours, pretty boy, just stare at the wall?

Mrs. Jenkins is unforgiving and unemotional, like a fearsome ancient deity. She's sitting there like a statue keeping a stern eye on the boys.

Hargrove should probably apologize to her, explain the situation, come up with a sound excuse. He can still be on time to pick Max up, and save himself from Neil's wrath.

He can't think of any excuse. His brain is still hazed over by very fresh memories of holding Harrington's impressive schlong half an hour ago. And yeah, Billy's not gonna grovel before this gargoyle. Fuck it.

What would it feel like to see it close? Bury his nose in the pubic hair, inhale the smell of .. of soap, sweat ..? Perfume?

Billy sometimes puts cologne on his privates when he's going to a party or on a date. Let it smell good. Let the ladies enjoy. Does Harrington do it? Judging by the level of self-care, he might.

How would it feel to run his tongue up Steve's dick, from the base to the tip? Look at Harrington like a bitch, standing on his knees, before the almighty king?

Hargrove sure enjoys the whole King Steve imagery and allusions. It just sounds like so much fun. To become his majesty's secret lover, gain power over him, knock the crown off his head once in a while just to get under his skin, and then - the ultimate coup d'etat, and who's the new king?

All Hail Hargrove.

Back in the fall when Billy first rolled into this bog of a town, the thought of overthrowing Hawkins royalty crossed his mind, there's no point in denying that. He even stepped on the war path at first, with basketball supremacy, breaking keg stand records and establishing himself in the school hierarchy, but then he kinda lost interest in that. Because .. because it transformed into something different? Because Billy is not even planning to go to prom? Doesn't give two pathetic fucks about Hawkins High?

Still, annoying the hell out of King Steve sure sounds amusing.

Poking him.

Making him thirst for Billy's touch. Just like half an hour ago, backstage, when Hargrove let go of Harrington's dick, and felt the shift of power.

Billy can see it on his palm, red and heavy and fucking throbbing

Pleading for attention. How would it ..

Oh shit oh fuck that's not .. no, no,

Homework. Let's do fucking homework, shall we? We've got uh .. Literature? .. Calculus?

He opens a textbook.

Harrington is wiggling in his seat.

"Mrs. Jenkins, may I go to the bathroom?"

"You may not, Mr. Harrington."

Steve's rolling his eyes.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Hold it."

"What if I can't hold it?"

"Then you'll have to clean it up."

Harrington is sliding a palm over his face in disbelief

"Seriously? How are these medieval torture methods supposed to teach me something?" He mumbles, pouts his puffy lips and looks at Hargrove who's reading something in the Lit textbook.

Billy's biting his lower lip trying not to smile. The asshole made sure the teacher didn't hear a word he said, but of course the old witch needs to have the last one

"Excuse me, young man?"

"Nothing, Mrs. Jenkins! I'll just uhm .. everything's great!"

He's showing her a thumbs-up.

"Please stop talking, Mr. Harrington. It's detention, not an amusement park. Do something useful, don't waste your or my time."

Steve obviously wants to say

It's YOU who's wasting all of our time here, evil spinster

But makes a smart decision

"Of course."

It's quiet for some time, and Billy even manages to read a few pages.

He occasionally throws a glance Harrington's way. The pretty boy is just doodling something in his copybook.

He looks so cute. So fucking cute, all bored and stuff, in a sweater that still has Billy's and his own cum stains on it.

Jenkins is busy doing paperwork at the teacher's table.

Hargrove is letting out a sigh, and Steve raises his eyes up from the doodles, catches the other boy's stare

Billy wriggles his eyebrows at Steve and smiles. Checks that Jenkins is still busy with her papers, and runs his tongue over the lower lip. Digs his sharp teeth into it again.

Harrington's face turns red. Not because he's ashamed but because blood rushes blindly through his veins.

Hargrove keeps on eyeballing him with a smirk and

Steve can swear, what he is doing with his eyes, the sultry look, the heated implications, the shameless proposal

The asshole knows exactly what he's up to.

Steve's guess is,

Billy is eye-fucking him.

He's never been eye-fucked before. He didn't even know that's a thing until this very moment. None of his girlfriends have ever done it, like that. It's as if Hargrove is .. kissing him with his eyes, undressing him with his gaze, touching his cock with his stormy blue, all the sweet sweet consequences ensuing.

Harrington licks his lips, and Billy traces the movement, his dilated pupils become blacker than black with hunger, like he wants to catch that tongue with his teeth, chew on it, swallow it, suck on the lips till they're bruised and hurting

Steve's wiggling in his seat again, hand going down under the desk to adjust himself in his pants.

Is he touching his dick right now?

Billy's eyes are glued to whatever is happening under the desk where Harrington is sitting. He doesn't have the best view, because Steve's in a different row and a bit closer to the blackboard than Billy, so he can't really take a proper peek under ..

Steve's definitely rubbing his cock through the pants

Fuck, it's hot.

Is he .. is he trying to .. ?

"Mrs. Jenkins, I'm sorry I've got a very serious situation here, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it. Can you please just let me go to the bathroom?"

The dumbass is hunched over the desk as if he's in pain

Jenkins is shaking her head and frowning.

Steve's huffing out an annoyed

"Oh my god !!"

Billy's gonna burst with laughter, this is too funny. His own dick is turning hard as well, and it's hot as hell, but also Harrington begging to be allowed to go for a little jerk-off is just too goddamn funny.

"What is your problem, Hargrove?" The king is hissing in his direction

"Fucking stop it!"

Billy's grinning wide as if he doesn't have any problems whatsoever. Steve's sticking his middle finger at him and shuffles in his chair some more.

His right hand is still under the desk. Mrs. Jenkins raises her strict eyes at Harrington once again and keeps them on him. He can't really do anything while this old witch is watching, can he?

Billy's own dick is ripping through the jeans

As if he didn't cum a couple of hours ago, what kind of insatiable sex appetite is this?

Fucking insane.

I take my sword out of its sheath.

Do you see how long and strong it is?

I beg for a single favorable glance,

Oh my king

Should he write it down in his Lit copybook?

The fuck he's thinking. THE FUCK is this nonsense !!

That's some King Lear Shakespearean shit. Is he gonna scribble dumb poetry now? That's what all the tomfoolery backstage does to you

Uncanny that he even found a crown there.

***

The boys are free at last, and heading for the parking lot. Billy needs to hurry up, he has a shift. Harrington is trotting behind him.

As soon as he's out of the school building, he is scanning the lot with a faint hope that Max is still hanging around it.

"You going home now, Hargrove?"

Max is nowhere to be seen.

"The garage. Gotta work."

"You wanna maybe uh ..?"

Steve's running a hand through his hair

Repeat what we did?

"Can't. Work is work, Harrington."

Like you would know.

The evening's gonna be interesting. Billy can't really stay at work super late, can't sleep in Old Joe's garage. It's not a homeless shelter, and anyway he'll have to face Neil eventually. There's no escape from that.

Have a nice fucking day, Harrington.

He's not even looking Steve's way now, but he feels that the other boy is.

Billy opens the camaro's door, gets in. Lights a Marlboro, that's okay, he can take another slap from his dad, seriously what's the big deal.

Harrington's gaze is still fixed on Billy, and he's not in a rush to get in the beamer. It's as though he's waiting

And he wants to say

Follow me. Right now, come with me, follow me in your car. Skip work, skip whatever you have, just come with me.

Before he drives away, Billy stops at middle school, goes inside, looks around the quiet deserted hallways. Nope. He doesn't want to attract unnecessary attention of the teachers or whoever of the staff is left on school grounds, so he leaves.

He should get to work, no time for stopping at Cherry Lane for lunch or a shower.

***

When Billy comes home at around eight, Neil is expecting him. Billy knows it. He was already aware that he was gonna be in trouble the moment he heard the vice principal's voice behind his back. The moment he heard the word detention. It fucking left him no chance of warning Max. Maybe she looked for him in the gym like she did the last time he was late for pick up, but that's it, probably. She didn't know where else to look, so she had to get home on her own. Most likely, on foot.

She must've been walking home when he was exchanging heated wanton glances with Harrington.

Neil is fuming.

Billy decides not to wait for accusations and to come clean right away.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I was held up at school."

"What was the hold up? Did you get in trouble?"

"No, I was .. busy helping with the yearbook."

"The yearbook."

"Yes, and .. I got carried away. I forgot to tell Maxine, I did. I'm sorry."

Neil is nodding slowly.

"You forgot about your main responsibility."

"I did."

Why isn't he getting slapped or shoved into a wall?

"If you think that making your little sister walk home from school in cold temperatures is perfectly fine, you can walk too, right, son?"

Oh shit no no, not this. Just hit me, tell me what a piece of useless crap I am. The usual. No surprises.

Billy's feeling small and powerless. There was a time when he wasn't like that. There was a time when the little boy would blindly storm at his big angry father with his tightly-clenched fists protecting his mom.

He was able to do it at that time. He was much tougher then, because she was near him, she gave him strength and courage and purpose.

When she left, Billy had no-one else to protect and to fight for.

Alone on a battlefield, and the enemy was too strong. Is now, too.

Billy doesn't want to think of his dad as the enemy. Neil could've left him too, he could've thrown him out in the street, could've put his son in foster care. Dad didn't do any of these things. He might hate Billy but he didn't abandon him, for whatever reasons. Billy's always had a roof over his head, food on the table, clothes to wear and school supplies to study with. He can't even say that he was absolutely denied certain freedom. In his spare time he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, he got himself a badass car, he went to parties, drank beer and smoked in his room. He got his ear pierced for fuck's sake, and Neil had to live with that.

Billy doesn't know what he feels about his parents. The feeling does not fit into any category. It's a raw pile of pain, sometimes bleeding, sometimes not.

This is fucked up, and always will be, and no matter how much Billy wants to scream and shout and blame the world for being the way it is,

It won't change anything.

It is what it is.

Neil's palm is in front of him

"Give me the keys, son."

"But dad, I have school and work, how am I supposed to be on time everywhere?"

Are you fucking naive? It's not Neil's problem.

"I don't care what you have. Always wait for your sister, it's the third time you've slipped since we came here, Billy."

Oh my fucking god, of course, he's counting

"I have repeatedly told you - that's your main responsibility - to look after Maxine. That was the deal, that's why we let you have a car in the first place."

Oh, you let me have a car? You didn't spend a cent on it ..! And I've been driving Susan's daughter who's nobody to me for fucking years now and ..

"I do look after her, dad! It was just a .."

"The keys."

Billy takes out the car keys from his pocket and hands them over to Neil.

"How am I gonna get to places?"

"You can walk, obviously. Just like your sister did today, in freezing weather. Or you can take a school bus."

It's not that freezing, and she's not that little, and Billy's not gonna take a fucking school bus, okay?

"And, son, don't even think about skipping. I'll find out."

Billy wants to shout in Neil's face

"OKAY !! Jesus fucking Christ !! I don't give a fuck! It's only four months left and I'm out of here, dad!"

He does all the screaming in his head, already on the way to his room.

Max's door is slightly open. Of course, the rat is eavesdropping, that's her favourite thing to do. Comes second after ratting him out to the fucking parents.

Billy's got a spare set of keys to his car, made it just in case, a couple of years ago. He won't use them now though. It's for a bigger emergency.

He's gonna fucking walk.

***

He's already in bed when Max knocks on his door and slips into the room, carefully closing the door behind her.

"Billy? Can I borrow your pencil sharpener? Mine doesn't work."

"Piss off, rat."

"Billy, it wasn't my fault, I swear! When I got home, mom was here, what could I do? She asked me why I came home alone, I actually said you dropped me off near the house and then drove to work, but she said I was lying. Cause she saw me walking, she must've been looking out of the window or something. I swear, it wasn't my fault. I also came looking for you in the gym, like the last time, but you weren't there. I waited near the car, but then I was too cold to stand there, and the school bus had already left, so I walked."

She actually tried lying for him? That's something new.. but then, maybe she's lying now. Billy doesn't care.

"Take the pencil sharpener from the desk and get your ass out."

Max wants to say something more, but Billy turns his back on her and she just quietly takes what she needs and leaves the room.

Billy reckons, maybe in other circumstances, they wouldn't hate each other's guts so much, actually. She's an asshole, but that's what he is too.

Back in San Diego, when Max started going to middle school, Billy had to pick her up from there and they biked home together. Both Neil and Susan were busy working, and that was before Billy got his own car. He saw a really big kid picking on Max once or twice, but like .. it wasn't anything bad, until one day Billy clearly heard him call her an "ugly red-haired bitch".

"Hey! Are you giving her shit, asswipe?"

The kid was younger than Billy but almost twice his size.

"And who are you?"

"Fucking family."

Billy pushed the bully so hard, he went down on the asphalt. He quickly jumped onto his feet, and fists went flying, the boy got a chipped tooth, Billy ended up with a bloody nose and a badly hurt eye.

The kid never bothered Max again though.

Billy knows he didn't have to do it.

Max is tough and can handle everything on her own.

But probably, in another life they wouldn't hate each other so fucking much.

***

***

Ugh. Fucking Hargrove.

Who knew that Steve would be kissing a boy his senior year? Not just any boy. He's never wanted to kiss his best friend Tommy or .. or Andy, or anyone.

But Hargrove ?

..

Yeah. No comment.

Fuck. Steve's senior year is a gift that keeps on giving, honestly.

Who knew that he would take Hargrove's dick in his hand? What even got into him?

He wanted to.

In his defense, it was blackmail. He was brazenly blackmailed.

Hargrove got him all hot and bothered, and then he was like

I'm not gonna do anything unless you grab my dick as well

If that's not blackmail, then Steve doesn't know what it is.

He needed to come. He needed release. His balls were aching. It was a physical necessity.

He had no choice, so he caved to Hargrove's demand.

Rather willingly.

Steve honestly doesn't know where he stands on the gay aspect of it all. Like .. he's used to thinking .. no, he's used to being made to think that being gay is not right, it's not how things are supposed to be.

Kissing Hargrove doesn't feel wrong.

Holding his dick didn't feel wrong.

It felt fucking amazing.

Hargrove looks amazing. He .. he has this power over Steve, like he is a promise.

A promise of something extra thrilling, extra fun, exotic and sharp, like a blade that you're balancing on

Yes

Or no.

If it's a yes, it's gonna be awesome. He's in for a delicious orgasm, his sensory perceptions all sparkly, flared up.

If it's a no, it means that there's gonna be another time

Because Steve isn't good at getting rejected.

Never has come across a no, actually. It was always a yes.

It's nothing major, of course. The game's just too good to stay out of.

It all can finish at any given moment. It's not like it's something serious, in fact, it is so not serious, it's not even worth thinking too much about it.

It was hot. That's all there was to it.

So making-his-knees-wobble hot, Steve's never experienced such absolutely cutting sensations with sex, with any of his multiple girlfriends. They haven't even done anything really big with Hargrove, yet even a little kiss felt so good already. What kind of sexual magic is that.

***

***

Billy literally has to walk to school next morning, Neil didn't go soft on him or change his mind during the night. He wakes up earlier and leaves the house at - what it seems - the asscrack of dawn. That's not true, Billy's exaggerating of course but the whole situation sucks. Walking doesn't suck as much as the fact that there is a person in his life who can take away his car keys, grab him by the hair, make him feel invisible and .. so alone, so unwanted.

And there is nothing he can do about it.

The school is okay, Billy's not even late, and everything is same old, only for some reason he's not on the usual search for Harrington. Not today. Not when he's feeling like a useless piece of shit.

Basketball practice is slow and uninteresting, for the first time in a long time, and even coach Nelson asks him

"You sure you're not sick, Hargrove?"

Oh, he is sick. Has been all his life.

Something unexpected happens after practice. When Billy walks out of the gym, Steve hasn't left the parking lot yet, although practically all the other guys have driven away, even Tommy - everyone's busy and got stuff to do.

Harrington is smoking near the beamer

"Hey, Hargrove! Need a ride?"

There's only like thirty minutes left before his shift starts, and he'd never be able to walk the distance to the repair shop in half an hour from here, so Billy comes up to Steve and reluctantly says

"You offering?"

Harrington taps ash from his cigarette

And Billy can't help but look at his fingers

The fingers that were wrapped around his dick and made him see stars

Only yesterday.

"Where's your car?"

"It broke down. Nothing I can't fix but I'm horseless for the time being."

And it sucks.

"You going home?"

"Nah, I have to get to work, actually."

Steve thinks it's kinda strange, to see Hargrove without his flashy car. It never happened before. He noticed it in the morning, there was no camaro near the school, and he thought at first, maybe Billy wasn't coming to classes today

Billy dotes on his precious car, how did he let it break down, how did he not repair it right away. Weird.

"Alright. Get in."

Harrington takes the last drag and flicks the butt. They both get in the beamer. It's uh .. strange.

The boys drive in silence, there's some shit playing on the radio, but it's quiet and Harrington doesn't turn it up. He stops not far away from Old Joe's garage and takes out two Parliaments.

Hargrove accepts.

They sit in the car and smoke, Billy's looking out of the car window which he has rolled down. He looks like he's in low spirits. Subdued.

"When does it get warm here, Harrington?"

"In April it's gonna be nice."

Are we going to talk about weather, Billy?

Harrington is a little nervous. He looks at the other boy who's still staring out of the window. Maybe it isn't the right moment, but he puts his hand on Billy's thigh.

Just like that.

Hargrove is tensing up and Steve can see how his nodules are rolling under the skin.

He slowly turns his head, doesn't look Steve in the eyes but stares at the hand on his thigh. Eyelashes heavy,

Long.

So fucking gorgeous.

Billy's cock is filling up in his jeans and Harrington is just as hard, he can see the outline in his pants, jacket unzipped and allowing Hargrove to actually have the full view of Steve's crotch.

The hand on his thigh is big and warm, and he again has a vision of Harrington's fingers holding his dick, sliding over it

They could do it right now.

Billy is not in the mood. He feels .. he feels fucking homeless without his car.

Neil showing his power has gotten in his head. He's almost 18, a fucking adult and his dad can do it to him, can fucking take his car keys away, making him walk around the town like a stray dog.

"I have to get to work, Harrington."

Billy's voice is low and hoarse.

Also, it's daytime, it's dangerous, someone might walk past and see something they shouldn't.

"When are you gonna call me?"

Hargrove's shrugging his wide shoulders

"You haven't lost my number again, have you?'

"Nope."

"Give me yours?"

"No."

Not an option.

Hargrove is exceptionally talkative today.

Harrington is looking at him like doesn't get it why it's a no. Not everyone gets super lucky with parents, what's there not to understand, you silly kissed-by-an-angel mama's boy.

Steve's hand is still on Billy's thigh, but he's getting out of the car, shaking it off

"Thanks for the ride, man."

"Yeah .. no problem."

Upon entering the garage Billy greets Mr. Dailey and goes to the small room in the back to change clothes. Everything is done on autopilot, Billy's busy replaying the image of Harrington's palm laying on his leg, and his stupid heart won't stop racing.

The pretty boy did it in broad daylight. He couldn't have been more straightforward.

Maybe, jerking each other off in the school drama hall was a mistake.

Billy scoffs. Maybe, uh-huh. More like, one hundred fucking percent yet another misstep in the chain of Billy's fuck-ups regarding Hawkins fucking royalty. Doing it sober was especially dumb. It was too real. It was too fucking real and felt too fucking good.

Felt like a hazard.

Why doesn't Harrington put an end to it, but keeps on encouraging whatever this is?

Everything, fucking everything, starting with Neil's idiotic move to Hawkins, Indiana is just one huge stupid big-ass mistake.

***

***

Steve's GPA might not be as high as his parents wish for, or he himself wishes for, but despite it, he understands

There was something off about Hargrove.The opportunity to make each other feel good was right there, but he turned it down?

Looked all preoccupied. On edge. Fucking sad ?..

That's not Steve's business. He'll simply regard it as adding more spark to the chase. Hargrove might seem easy for his royal dick, but in reality it's not that simple. He doesn't call, although Steve has explicitly asked him to, many times. At the Valentine's party, although Harrington was spectacularly wasted, he remembers how Billy rejected him. In some kind of a room, when Steve tried to kiss him.

And now that.

No, Hargrove doesn't make it easy, which is even better.

Steve returns to the empty house, parents in Indianapolis, calls Tommy and invites him to come watch a movie tonight. Guys' night, beer, smokes and the "Terminator".

Hargrove had the same jacket and gloves for Halloween, remember?

That's not the question he asks Hagan, of course, but it's the one that keeps coming up in his mind throughout the evening

Tommy is happy to come over, and they end up watching movies till three in the morning. Steve leaves his friend to sleep on the couch, and goes upstairs to his room.

Whether he jacks off to the distant memory of the leather smell, the feeling of firm muscles under the jacket and Billy's stubborn resistance on that Halloween night

As well as to much fresher memories

Is unknown, it's between him and the bedsheets.

***

***

Hargrove walks back home after work. It's March, if the calendar is telling the truth, but it's still cold, especially late in the evening. Mr. Dailey offers to give him a ride, but Billy lies and says his friend is picking him up on the way.

Fuck you, dad. For making me hate you. Was never my intention.

He arrives home late, has a quick shower, makes a sandwich in the empty kitchen, thank fuck everyone's in their rooms sleeping or doing whatever, and takes it to his room to eat. He doesn't do any homework, just drops on the bed, exhausted.

Tomorrow is another day of dragging his sorry ass around Hawkins - Hargrove doesn't even look in Harrington's direction after classes, he just leaves the school parking lot, clenching a cigarette in his teeth. There's no basketball practice today, so he has enough time to get to work, no need for a ride. He heads straight to the repair shop, no point in stopping at home.

The camaro keys are waiting for Billy on the kitchen table in the morning of the next day.

It's not like Neil is gonna drive Max to school till the end of the school year. Billy got taught a lesson, but Neil isn't used to changing his usual routine because of Maxine. Also, most likely she's been pushing Susan's buttons non-stop, cause being chauffeured around in a dope ass looking Camaro is one thing, and it’s quite another when your not-so-loved stepfather drops you off at school in his Buick. It’s a completely different level of stepping down the food chain when you have to take a school bus home.

So when the shitbird plops onto the passenger's seat after two days of not having a personal driver, Billy turns the key in the ignition and they hit the road, he can see it - Max is actually glad to be back.

Billy can't help it but there's a spark of warmth inside. He crushes it with his heavy boot fast

Bullshit.

But.

It was there.

You never know what you've got until it's gone, huh step-sister dearest?

Don't even think about complaining about my music now. Billy turns on Van Halen's "Jump", to the maximum.

Hell yeah.

I get up, and nothin' ever gets me down

You got it tough, I've seen the toughest all around

And I know baby, just how you feel

You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real

It feels awesome to be behind the wheel of his baby. He's missed her like a madman. Fuck everyone and everything else. The snow has started melting away, little by little, and although the temperatures, especially at night are still low, and the skies are grey and hostile, very often the sun breaks through those steel-like frowning clouds.

Spring is here.

Oh can't you see me standin' here

I've got my back against the record machine

I ain't the worst that you've seen

Can't you see what I mean?

Billy gently presses the gas pedal and feels the car rumble pleasantly. There's no ice on the roads, there's just dirty slush and puddles. He can actually get back to his usual speed soon, hallelujah.

***

You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real

Time goes by, and whether we want it to flow faster, or slower, it does as it pleases.

The first week of March is coming to its end. Although winter doesn't retreat easily, still scratching Billy's face with its icy claws and occasionally sprinkling some of its last snow everywhere, spring is felt in the air, there's change, there's something new coming.

Steve openly flirts with Tammy whenever he gets a chance. Nicole is livid. She probably has voodoo dolls of both, and sticks needles in them every night. She's been waiting to get together with Steve for so long, jealous of Princess Nancy, and the moment she thought her dream had finally come true, King Steve goes and dumps her for that skank.

He didn't officially dump her, but his behaviour is that of an asshole who shoots hearts right and left. No girl can tolerate it, Nicole is no exception.

Although Jennifer is still marking her territory "Billy's mine", and she did sit on Hargrove's dick in the backseat of the camaro a couple of days ago,

He was shamelessly picturing Harrington all the way, all coiled up on his lap - so many things they could do like that.

How would it .. ? Fuuuck .. Having Steve's body, Steve's weight over him. It would probably feel so big, so heavy.

Jennifer and Billy are not gonna be an item anymore soon, he will take care of that.

She will join the Broken Hearts' club, but let her stay oblivious for just a little bit longer.

The boys keep looking at each other. Just like the spring air, there is a slight shift in the way they are doing it. There is an understanding. They have tried something and don't want to stop.

They both want more.

What at first had no shape and no substance, began to take on more definite outlines.

There's also an unspoken dare, like who's gonna ask first. Who's not going to wait until a wild opportunity presents itself out of nowhere.

They should be careful though if they ever decide to do something. Last time when they were hiding in the school hall rubbing each other's dicks, and then got into detention together, Tommy asked questions. He came up to Hargrove and asked him why they hadn't called him to join them for a smoke. Billy had already seen through Steve's hastily concocted lie - smoking was the most obvious excuse - and played along,

"Jesus, Hagan, how the hell do I know, you just weren't there at the photo thing .. I guess?"

You're talking too much, explaining too much, like you're guilty on all counts, shut up.

Hargrove can bet a thousand bucks - Tommy's got the sixth sense about Harrington. They haven't been best friends since forever for nothing. Plus Hagan's big fat crush on his pretty bff. It hasn't been confirmed or anything but Billy has always been able to read the signs.

Hargrove wants to lay his commoner's hands on King Steve once again, but he still doesn't fucking call. The note is somewhere in his bedside drawer, he sometimes takes it out, examines the handwriting, imagines dialing that number. The phone draws him in like a magnet but he's breaking all laws of physics, successfully fighting the magnetic field

He's not gonna run after Harrington. Fuck him.

It's a late evening, and Billy's lying in bed, listening to Scorpions. He's never been a fan of rock ballads but tonight when "Holiday" starts playing, he doesn't forward it or change the tape. The melody is beautiful and the guitar is soothing. Somehow the music falls differently on Billy's ears which are normally trained to feast on the energy of rough guitar riffs.

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

Billy would definitely like a holiday.

Exchange the cold days for the Sun

A good time and fun

Yes, please. He's had enough of the winter frost.

Exchange your troubles for some love

Wherever you are

There is some kind of vague melancholy, sadness, lurking inside. Deep, Billy can't even put a finger on it, explain it. It's weird, it's alien.

The hell?

Well it's fucking Hawkins, middle of fucking nowhere. No sun, no ocean. Even the Germans understand it.

Longing for the Sun you will come

To the island without name

Longing for the sun

You will come

All you fucking do here is stare at the endless fields and forests that aren't even green now. And, like okay, it's pretty in its own way, but he needs to get back to what he's used to.

The gloom gives Billy's heart a squeeze. It doesn't look like the type that can be easily brushed aside. Or which Billy can get angry about. It just came and settled in, and isn't planning on going anywhere. Like it's going to become one with you, and there isn't anything to be done to prevent or avoid it.

If Billy didn't know himself well, he'd think it's something disgusting like

Affection?

For a girl? Vicky, Jennifer .. any other?

Nope.

For Harrington?

The idea is so ridiculous, it's outright hilarious, and Hargrove sneers sleepily. He's tired, it's close to midnight, he's falling ..

The asshole's always on Billy's mind though, how long can he ignore it for?

Various details of the gone day start to emerge from memory - Harrington's arm on his new girl's shoulder, the stupid bangs bouncing over his forehead, the king must take so much time styling them in the morning, the smile, his fucking smile .. During Health class Harrington was sitting in front of Billy, and Hargrove had to stare at the back of Steve's head and neck the whole time. It was torture. He ended up shoving a pencil under Harrington's shirt collar - it's third grade bullshit, but Billy's hands were itching - which led to Steve turning around and reaching out to punch Billy's shoulder, which led to Ms. Babcock's remark to watch his behaviour, which led to Steve saying that Hargrove is a jerk who's not letting him concentrate on the subject, which led to an extremely tedious and pointless exchange between him and the teacher, and her asking the "discipline violator" to go see Mrs. Donovan, the vice principal. For some reason, Ms. Babcock doesn't like Steve. She absolutely loves the ass-kisser and know-it-all Hargrove.

The pretty boy's neck. Billy doesn't want to stick pencils under the collar. He wants to hide his nose in there and breathe. Sink his teeth into it, bite gently.

Anyway, fuck it. He'll get his diploma, and maybe he'll burn rubber the second after.

The song is the last one on the tape. Billy raises his hand, rewinds it and presses play again. He likes the tune and the chords.

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

What would Harrington be like if he and Billy were somewhere else, not in Hawkins? If the king was taken away from his realm? Would he still be so full of himself?

Hargrove's listening to the words and the music, his eyelids are closing. He doesn't notice how he starts drifting off into peaceful sleep. The song comes to its end and the tape whirrs a little, making the play button pop up.

Billy dreams of walking on the beach, barefoot on the warm sand. The feeling that he has missed so much, is awesome. There's someone's hand in Billy's hand, and he hears laughter, the voice sounds a lot like Steve's. The sun is high and bright, yet it doesn't burn, it's soft and enveloping him whole

For once in the last three weeks, it's not a sex dream. It's not a nightmare about his mother.

Billy won't know it but he's smiling in his sleep.

Longing for the sun

You will come

To the island many miles away from home

Away from home

When he opens his eyes in the morning, Billy doesn't remember a thing, but he feels very strange. An odd mix of elation and sadness.

The fuck is this now. Feels like a beginning.

Oh god. Of fucking what?

***

[catierambles]

Paved with Good Intentions

Pairing: Mike x Miranda Chambers (OFC)

WC 7980 (honestly expected more as it’s 20 friggen pages in Google Docs)

Warnings: Oh jeez, Mike being an asshole, her ex being a dick, smut (sub!Mike, soft dom!Miranda)

@liecastillo @summersong69

The song I reference is this one

She sat in the college library, trying to focus on her paper but a group of friends not far off were making it difficult. They were being loud, disruptive, and generally just a nuisance. She stared daggers at them for a moment before one of them caught her eye and she looked away quickly. Of course, it had been Mike, why wouldn’t it have been Mike. She was digging her phone and headphones out to listen to music when she caught movement and looked up to see him slide into the chair across from her at the table.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hello.” She said, wondering why on earth he was over here talking to her and not with his friends.

“Miranda, right?” He asked and she nodded. “Yeah, you’re in my accounting class.” Another nod. “Listen, uh…there’s a test coming up and I’m gonna flunk it. Bad.” He said, looking down as he started tracing figures on the tabletop with a fingertip.

“Okay?” She asked.

“But, I'm hoping, maybe you could help me out.” He said, turning those blue eyes up at her. “If you could help me study for it, maybe I won’t crash and burn as badly.”

“And how do you know I’m not just as terrible at it?” She asked and he gave her a smile. Seeing his smile never failed to give her chest flutters, and it was even worse now that it was directed at her.

“Oh please, girl like you is probably good at everything.” He said and she gave him a look over the rim of her black glasses. “Please?” He drew the word out, giving her lost puppy dog eyes and she sighed.

“Fine.” She said and the smile was back.

“Sweet!” He said, and reached over, grabbing a spare sheet of paper and her pen, scribbling on it. “Here is my dorm number, I’m in the Wilson building, come by say…8 o’clock? We’ll get a jump on it.”

“Okay.” She said and he gave her another smile before leaving the table and going back over to his friends.

Miranda left her dorm at 745pm for the walk over to his building, having not bothered to change out of her t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers that she wore that day, not really seeing any need to. It was a study date, not a date date, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time, and while she didn’t bother putting on any makeup, she did admit to swiping some lightly tinted lip gloss over her lips before leaving. Mike was attractive, and he obviously knew it, flirting with almost every girl he met but she had escaped his notice, or so she had thought. He obviously had noticed her enough to remember that they were in the same class together among all the others.

A quick pause at his door to fix her hair and apply more lip gloss and she raised her hand to knock. It opened almost immediately and he fixed her in place with another smile when he saw her there. He also hadn’t changed out of the clothes he had been wearing that day and she felt some self-affirmation at this.

“Come on in!” He said and moved aside only so much as necessary for her to enter the room, having to brush past him closely, the smell of his cologne making her heart pound.

“So, where do you want to begin?” She asked, after taking a quick peek around his room, seeing the video game and band posters on the walls.

“I thought we could go over the homework we got today, do something we just learned before getting into the harder stuff.” He said as he closed the door.

“I’m not doing your homework for you, Mike.” She said, turning to look at him.

“I didn’t say you were.” He said and turned her back around with hands on her shoulders. “Just that we could start with something recent.” He had nearly whispered this in her ear, causing her to inhale sharply and her cheeks to heat. If he noticed, he didn’t call any attention to it. Down, girl. She stared at him as he moved around her, flopping onto his bed on his stomach and looking at her, propped up on his elbows. He must have sensed her hesitation because he gave her another smile, patting the space next to him. Fine, why not, she thought and set her backpack on the floor by the bed as she laid on it with him, also on her stomach, and unzipped her bag, pulling out the accounting textbook and opening it.

“Okay, let’s start off with the cost of goods sold equation and go from there.” She said and they started going over it. He asked surprisingly intelligent questions and obviously had a grasp of the concept and she was starting to wonder why he needed her help at all.

“Miranda?” He asked and she looked at him, “Have you ever thought about wearing contacts?” He reached over, gently taking her glasses from her face, and the world in the distance went blurry.

“I used to.” She said with a small scowl, taking her glasses back from him and slipping them back on, “But they got to be too much of a nuisance so I stopped.”

“You should think about starting up again.” He said, leaning into her and bumping her shoulder with his and she caught the smell of his cologne again. Looking into his eyes, she noticed that they weren’t entirely blue, he had a block of brown in one of them and she looked away quickly, turning her attention back to the textbook.

“We’re here for accounting, Mike, not my…optometrical--” Was that a word? Yeah, it’s a word. “Needs.”

“I’m just saying,” He started, “Your eyes are way too pretty to hide behind glasses.”

“My eyes are brown, Mike. The color of mud.”

“Nah,” He said, “Chocolate. With just a hint of--” He moved his head around to catch her eyes again. “Is that red? Yeah, your eyes are a dark chocolate red color.”

“I blame my mother and weird genetics.” She said looking away from him, “She has green eyes with bits of red in them.”

“Like I said, they’re pretty.” He leaned into her again with a smile and she didn’t see the way his eyes moved over her, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“Okay, I need to stand up.” She said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my low back is killing me from being in this position too long.”

“Okay, hold on, don’t get up.” He said and slid the textbook away from her, closing it and setting it on the floor. “Relax.”

“What?”

“Just, relax, I’m going to help you with your back.” She didn’t relax, but he pushed up anyway, pulling his legs under him. The first touch against her back made her breathing hitch and her cheeks heated again as he slid his hands under her t-shirt, thumbs moving into the muscle of her low back. Her head hung as he worked into them. “This would be much easier if you relaxed.”

“I am relaxed.”

“No, you’re not.” He said with a small laugh but continued his massage of her back. Her breath hitched again as he pushed his hands further up her back, tracing over her ribs and she felt him touch the clasps to her bra.

“Okay, that’s enough.” She said with a nervous laugh and got off the bed, tugging her shirt straight.

“What?” He asked, still sitting on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“I should go.” She said and went to her backpack, shoving the textbook back inside and zipping it closed. He got off the bed and took the backpack from her as she went to pick it up, setting it aside.

“Aww, come on, I thought you liked me.” He said with a smile and her head snapped up to look at him.

“What?”

“Yeah, your friend Janet said you liked me, said you thought I was cute.” Mike said, “She said I should take a shot with you.”

“Did she, now?” Miranda asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, said you hadn’t been with anyone since your last boyfriend and I thought, hey why not, you’re not bad on the eyes and…”

“Oh, okay.” Miranda said, “So that’s why you invited me over here, not to study but to shoot your shot.”

“Yeah, I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else take an interest in you.” Anger boiled up quickly along with gut-wrenching embarrassment.

“So you invited me over for a pity fuck, is that it?”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal? We both get something out of it.” She wanted to hit him, oh she wanted to wipe that smile off his face. Instead, she just grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder angrily.

“Good night, Mike.” She ground out and when she opened the door to leave, she saw that he had put a sock on the doorknob facing the hall. That just made her angrier and she slammed the door behind her.

Hot, angry tears fell down her face as she walked quickly back to her building and she wiped them away. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have been so naïve? Everything he did was now tainted, the smiles, the touching, the compliments.

“Miranda!” She heard behind her, “Miranda, wait!” Gods, he was persistent. “Stop! Wait up!” He grabbed her arm, stopping and turning her around and she ripped it out of his hand. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to--”

“No, Mike, you listen to me!” She said, pointing up at him angrily, “Stay away from me. Don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me ever again. Just go back to pretending that I don’t exist, and the next time you get the urge to try to get your dick wet, try it with one of the other girls that fawn over you. I’m sure they’d be oh so grateful for the attention.” He just stared down at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Huh.” He said when she was done, “Janet was right. You really do just need a good railing.” She snapped, hauling off and punching him across the face. Not expecting it, he went down and she turned on her heel, leaving him on the ground and heading to her building, clenching and unclenching her stinging hand.

Janet, her friend and also her roommate was in the room when she got back, looking up at her from her bed as she came into the room, kicking the door closed behind her.

“Hey, you’re back ear--what happened?” She could see the tears and the flushed face, but her question just made her angrier.

“Wouldn’t you like to fucking know.” Miranda ground out, setting her bag down.

“He told you.” Janet said after a moment.

“Of course he told me, Janet!” She said, swinging around to face her. “What the hell were you thinking?! Did you think I would thank you? Did you think I would be grateful for the attention?”

“I haven’t seen you with anyone since you and Steve broke up and I just thought--”

“Thought what?! That I just “needed a good railing”?”

“Well, I didn’t word it like that.” 

“I don’t care how you worded it, Janet! You embarrassed me! You made me feel like unwanted garbage only good for a pity fuck!”

“I just wanted to see you happy, babe. That’s all. I can tell you’re still hung up on Steve and I thought that maybe if you were with a guy you liked, it would get him out of your system.”

“I am not still hung up on Steve! You do not know the full story of why we broke up and now you never will.” She was still angry, but it was fading away into the hurt of the circumstances of her breakup, leaving her tired. “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s still early.”

“I don’t care.”

Mike got back to his dorm, his cheekbone throbbing where she had hit him. Fuck, it would probably bruise and he would have to explain it to the guys. Not that he would tell them the truth, they wouldn’t let him live it down if they found out he had been decked by a girl. Hell of a right hook, Uncle Sy would have been proud of the way she laid him out.

Speaking of…

Digging out his phone, he dialed the number and listened to it ring for a moment before it picked up.

“What’s up, Mikey?” Sy was the only one he allowed to call him that, a nickname from when he was knee-high.

“I fucked up.” He said and there was a pause.

“How much to bail you out?”

“No, Uncle Sy, not that kind of fuck up.”

“Then tell me about it, son, lay it on me.” He said and Mike did, telling him the whole sordid tale. When he was done, there was silence on the other end of the line before Sy let out a low whistle.

“Yeah, that’s a fuck up if I ever heard one.” Sy said, “And she decked you?”

“Yeah, fucking ow.”

“Bout time you got that pretty face bruised up.” Sy said, “Builds character.” There was another pause and he gave a growling sigh. “And you like this girl?”

“She’s pretty and she’s smart and a badass--”

“Apparently. Then why you say all that shit, then?”

“Fuck, I don’t know! I panicked!”

“You need to apologize to the girl.”

“I tried that and she hit me!”

“Try harder.” Sy said, “Not sayin’ it’s gonna be easy, Mikey, but if you really like this girl, you gotta work for it. Especially after the six-foot hole you dug yourself in, and be smart about it, don’t let that mouth of yours keep diggin’.”

“I know.” He said, flopping down on his bed. “Hey, don’t tell Aunt Amelia about this, okay? Getting punched is one thing, but I’ll never see Amy coming and if I run, I’ll just die tired.” Sy chuckled at that but didn’t disagree with him.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stay between us.”

“You know, you never did tell me how you and Amy met. Just that it was in Iraq.” He said and there was a pause.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Sy said, “And the gag order lapses.”

“I…I don’t think I want to know anymore.” Mike said, knowing his uncle did some scary shit while he was Army Special Forces, and Sy gave a chuckle.

“Head on to bed, son, and keep me updated.” Sy said, “And remember, play it smart.”

“Yes, Sir.” Mike said after they said their goodbyes, Mike ended the call and let the phone fall to the bed. He pressed his hands to his face but pulled them away with a curse as it aggravated his cheek.

The next day his economics lecture ended and he jumped from his seat, heading out the door quickly before he lost who he was looking for. Accounting had been a nightmare, he had seen Miranda walk in but had looked away quickly after meeting her eyes and he knew she saw the bruise she had given him. Her presence at the back of the hall had been almost palpable, but every time he looked at her, her eyes had been forward or down on her notebook.

“Hey, Steve!” He called out and the guy stopped at his name, turning around.

“Yeah?” He asked curiously.

“You used to date Miranda, right? Miranda Chambers?” Mike asked and Steve nodded. “Yeah, thought so. Hey, I got a couple questions I wanted to ask you about her.”

“Don’t waste your time, man.” Steve said with a snort, “Bitch is a total ice queen.”

“Really.” Mike said.

“Yeah, never put out the entire time we were together except one time and she wouldn’t stop crying during it. Kept saying I was hurting her.”

“Really.” Mike said, his anger starting to rise.

“It’s not my fault she couldn’t get any before we got together. Bitch should have just--” He went down as Mike’s fist came across his face and Mike turned and walked away, ignoring the shocked looks he was getting from other students. He waited until he rounded a corner before stopping and holding his hand, his jaw clenching as pain radiated up his arm, stomping his foot to keep from crying out.

“Never hit a man with a closed fist, son.” Sy’s words came back to him, “Though it is on occasion hilarious.” Yeah, ha ha, Uncle Sy, real funny. Miranda had punched him and walked away like it was nothing, but this fucking hurt. Maybe she’d give him pointers on how to do it properly, and hopefully not demonstrate the technique on him. Eventually, the pain mostly stopped and he went on with his day, though it hurt to use that hand.

Miranda got up from her desk at the knock at the door, opening it without a thought. Her eyes went cold as she saw him standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” She said and his lips pulled into a grimace/smile. “I thought I was very clear on that fact.”

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“No.” She said, “Fuck off.” She went to close the door, but he stopped it with a hand.

“I talked to Steve.” He said in a rush and she blinked at him in surprise. “He told me why you two broke up.”

“And?” She asked.

“And I punched him.” Mike said and she blinked at him again. Her mouth opened and closed as several things she wanted to say entered her brain but left just as quickly.

“Get in here.” She said and stepped back to let him in, the door closing behind him.

“Where’s Janet?” He asked, looking around as if she could be hiding somewhere in the one-room dorm.

“Spending the night at her boyfriend’s. Let me see your hand.” Miranda said.

“What?”

“Let me see your damn hand.” She said and he held it out to her, wincing as she grabbed it roughly. The knuckles were red and swollen and he watched her examine them. “You didn’t stance your feet properly, did you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“No?” He asked and she gave him a look.

“When you punch someone, you’re supposed to stance your feet so your body drives your movement, not your arm. That way the impact isn’t completely absorbed by your fist.”

“How do you know so much about--ow--punching dudes?”

“I do boxing and kickboxing at the gym in town.”

“Really?” He asked with a smile, “That’s kinda hot.” She pressed on one of his knuckles and his jaw clenched, one of his feet coming down in a stomp as his eyes closed tight. “Okay, point taken.”

“Sit.” She said pointing at her bed and he followed directions, sitting on the edge as she took two ice packs from the small fridge in the room, slapping one to his face and the other to his hand making him jump. She sat on Janet’s bed across from him and stared at him, one leg over another and her arms crossed over her stomach.

“Thank you.” He after a moment, holding the ice pack to his face and letting the other balance across his knuckles as he laid his hand on his knee.

“I don’t think you broke anything in your hand,” She said, “But it’s going to suck to use that one for a little while.”

“Good to know.”

“Keep it iced and try not to use it.”

“No jackin’ off then, got it.” She gave him a look that told him she was very unamused. “Sorry.”

“So what on Earth possessed you to talk to Steve?” She asked.

“I wanted to know more about you.” He admitted.

“So you went to my asshole ex?”

“Well you weren’t going to talk to me.” Mike said, “And talking to Janet probably wasn’t a very good idea after what happened last time.”

“You said he told you why he and I broke up?” Miranda asked, looking away from him.

“Yeah.” Mike said, “He was an asshole.”

“He hit it and quit it, just like you were going to.” Miranda said, “Pissed someone beat you to it?”

“It was your first time.” He said, “You should have been with someone who took care of you.”

“Like you?” She asked snidely and he rolled his eyes.

“At least I would have made sure you came.” He said and the temperature of the room plummeted. So much for playing it smart, he could almost taste the dirt in his mouth. “Fuck, I’m doing this all wrong.”

“Doing what, exactly.”

“Apologizing to you.”

“What makes you think I want an apology from you?”

“You might not want one, but you deserve one.”

“Mike, how exactly were you envisioning this going down?” Miranda asked, “Were you thinking you’d apologize, maybe bat those blue eyes at me, all would be forgiven and I’d jump into bed with you?”

“No, that’s not why I’m here.” He said and she uncrossed her arms and legs, leaning forward and clasping her hands in front of her, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Then explain to me why you’re here.” She said, giving him a look that honestly made a shiver go down his spine.

“Miranda, I’m sorry.” He said, “You deserve better than to be treated how I treated you. How Steve treated you. You’re not something to be used to get your rocks off, and I’m honestly truly sorry if that’s how I made you feel.” She didn’t say anything, still giving him that heavy look, her head tilting to the side slowly, reminding him of a tiger he had seen the last time he had gone to the zoo. “Can you say something, please? You’re scaring the hell outta me.”

“Apology accepted.” She said and he exhaled the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding.

“Do you hate me?”

“No.” She said evenly.

“Okay, good.” He said and gave her a smile, “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I really do like you.” Mike said, “And not just because you have a rockin’ body, probably from all of the boxing and kickboxing, but also because you’re smart, and you’re pretty, and when you smile it makes my chest tight. You can also kick my ass and frankly, that’s hot.” She just snorted, shaking her head.

“Steve hated that I fought.”

“Steve is a dumbass.” Mike said, “Shit, I’d even get dressed up in one of those sparkly dresses and hold up the round numbers at your matches. Do you…fight matches?”

“First off, there’s a mental image. Secondly, sometimes, but they’re strictly amateur. I’m not going for titles or anything.”

“You’re such a badass.” He mock-sobbed and she snorted again, hanging her head. After a bit, her head picked up and she sighed audibly as she stood from the bed. He stood with her, but stopped her with a hand to her waist as she went to move away. She looked up at him again with that look that made him shudder and he leaned into her, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

Please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me.

He pressed his lips to hers gently and there was a moment where she didn’t do anything before she sighed, pressing back against him, her hands sliding under his jacket and over his t-shirt. Picking her up with his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, he took them to the bed and she pulled away from him.

“We’re not having sex!” She said and there was a ripple of disappointment.

“Okay.” He pouted.

“Really, don’t try anything, Mike.” He held up a couple of fingers.

“Scouts honor.” He said and she gave him a disbelieving look.

“You were a scout?”

“Briefly.” He said, “It was my Uncle’s idea, man practically raised me when he was home from deployment.”

“I’d like to meet him.”

“Oh, he would love you.” Mike said, “In fact, why don’t I--” He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone, selecting the contact, and putting it on speaker.

“Hey, Mikey.” Sy said when he picked up.

“Hey, Uncle Sy.”

“You sound better than the last time we talked.”

“Yeah, about that. Say hi, Miranda!” Mike said.

“Um…hello.” She said.

“I’m guessin’ you two worked things out?” Sy asked.

“I made my apology and she doesn’t hate me!”

“Good to hear it, son.” Sy said with a chuckle. “Miranda, heard you laid out my nephew.”

“He deserved it.” She said and he gave her a look.

“I’m sure he did.” Sy said with another chuckle. “Mikey, I’m going to be in town next weekend, you want to meet up?”

“Yeah, you can meet Miranda!” Mike said excitedly and she pulled a face. “What?”

“I have a match next weekend.” She said.

“A match?” Sy asked.

“She boxes and kickboxes.” Mike explained quickly, “Oh! We can go to your match! Watch you fight!”

“You’re getting way too excited about this.” Miranda pointed out with a snort and he grinned at her.

“I want to watch my girl punch something that isn’t me.”

“Your girl?” She asked with an amused smile. “Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we? Also, I punched you once, you make it sound like I have a habit of it.”

“Please?”

“Okay, fine, stop pouting.” She said and Sy barked a laugh over the phone.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds be.” Sy said, “Miranda, it was nice talking to you, I’ll see you next weekend.”

“Goodnight, Sy.” Mike said and she said her goodnights as well, watching him hang up the phone. He reached over, putting it on her nightstand before relaxing again. Holding the side of his jaw, she leaned in, pressing her lips to the bruise on his cheekbone lightly and he sighed, relaxing into her as he wrapped his hands around her waist. His hands tightened as he kissed her, pulling her closer until they were flush together. Her fingers came up to weave in his hair as he pushed her onto her back and he shrugged off his jacket, his hands going back to her waist to push up her t-shirt as he ducked his head under her chin to lay kisses against her neck.

“Mike, Mike, Mike.” She said and he picked his head up. “I told you, we’re not having sex.” He collapsed on her with a pout and a defeated noise and she snorted, patting his back.

“Can I still spend the night?” He asked, picking his head up to look at her and she nodded.

“Yes, you can spend the night.” She said and he smiled at her, pulling off his shirt.

“Just so you know, I sleep naked.” He said and she laughed.

“And what happens if someone pulls a fire alarm in the middle of the night?” She asked and he shrugged.

“I’m not shy.” he said and rolled off her, laying on his back as he kicked off his sneakers and undid his belt.

“Drawers stay on!” She said and he pouted again.

“Okay, fine.” He said and pushed his jeans off but left his boxers in place. She got off the bed and he rolled onto his stomach, watching her go to the closet and pull out her pajamas. She kept her back to him as she undressed and his eyes moved over her slowly as more skin was revealed. She was encased in muscle, but not heavily so, and he could see the defined musculature of her back moving under her skin as she reached around to undo her bra. Goddamnit. “You sure we can’t have sex?”

“Yes, Michael, I’m sure.” She said, pulling the large sleep shirt on and stepping into the basketball shorts.

“Can I eat you out, at least?” He asked and there was a pause.

“Not tonight.” She said and he huffed.

“What about fingering you?” She turned, giving him a look and he pouted again, pressing his face into the covers. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You can do that without re-enacting pornos.” She said going over to the bed and he slid off it to lay on it properly, throwing back the blankets and getting in between the sheets.

“Not as fun though.” He groused as she joined him and he wrapped himself around her as she laid on her back, nuzzling into her chest with a smile.

“Okay, baby koala.” She said and laid her arm around his shoulders, relaxing as they both settled in for the night.

She woke up to a very persistent erection grinding into the hollow of her hip, Mike's breath in her ear as he pressed her into the bed. A hand curled around her hip and she shuddered slightly at the size of him pressing against her, heat blooming over her face and chest. Noticing she was awake, he took his face from her neck, his eyes drowsy and his curls sleep tousled.

"Good morning." She said and he kissed her, parting her lips and sliding his tongue between to twine with her own. It took her a second, but she kissed back, her hands sliding over his chest that was, surprisingly, covered in hair. Would have figured him for a clean shaven kind of guy. There was also a decent amount of muscle. Guy may have the face of a twink, but he had the body of a twunk.

"I want you." He gasped as he pulled away from her lips, pressing into her tighter, his hips moving to get some kind of friction against him. "Fuck, baby, I wanna be inside you so bad." She responded by pushing her hands down his back and under his boxers, palming the muscle of his ass and squeezing, forcing a groan from his lips. "I'll be good to you, I promise."

"Will you?" She asked, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear, "Will you be my good boy?" A shudder ran down his spine at the words and he kissed her again, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing into her core. When he looked into her eyes, she saw the pupils blown wide with desire, his full lips kiss bruised.

"I'll take care of you." He nodded, "Let me take care of you."

"Ground rules." She said, "Outside of here, you can act anyway you want. You want to be the tough guy, fine, you want to act possessive and dominating, okay, but in here? While we're in bed? I'm the boss, got it?" A blush came over his pale cheeks and he nodded, biting down on his lower lip. "Lock the door." He pulled away from her, getting out of bed and flipping the top and bottom locks before coming back to her, her arms and legs wrapping around him again as he settled in the cradle of her hips. He was hard against her core, pressing to her through their layers of clothing. "You may start undressing me now." She said and his fingers went to the edge of her shirt, her hands leaving him as he pulled it up and off. "You can touch me."

"Thank you." He sighed and she relaxed against the bed as his hands went to her breasts, molding and shaping them in his palms. His lips pressed to the mound of one gently and he looked up at her for approval, getting a nod in return. A small moan left her lips as he pulled the tip of her breast into the warmth of his mouth, almost playing with it with the tip of his tongue before moving onto the other. "Can I taste you?" He asked and she gave him another nod, watching as he kissed a line down her body, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Their roles seemed to have flipped, he was acting the shy inexperienced one and she the seasoned veteran. Miranda had gotten a feeling from him that he was like this, wasn't sure how, as his actions and demeanor around campus hadn't suggested it, but she had known others like him that put up a front when around others and only let themselves be controlled when alone with their dominant.

Mike slipped off her shorts and underwear, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knees as he spread her legs slowly. Reaching down, she brushed the curls from his forehead and his eyes closed, his face turning into her touch. It should have embarrassed her to be spread out for him like this, but she knew she was in control and that he would stop if she gave the word.

"Please." He whispered, staring down at her as he slid his hands under her thighs to hold them pinning his arms to the bed.

"You may." She said and he sighed again, his breath moving over her skin as he lowered his face between her legs. The first touch of his tongue made her fall back to the bed, her hand weaving in his hair as he lapped at her slowly. He's obviously done this before, as his lips and tongue moved over her skillfully, pulling moans and gasps from her lips. She felt his fingertips at her entrance, tracing it with just the barest pressure. "Yes." She gasped and he groaned as he pushed two fingers into her slowly. They moved in her slowly, the push and pull of his hand adding to the feel of his lips on her. “Mike!” She gasped but he didn’t seem to hear her, too focused on his task. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled his face up and he looked at her with parted lips and dark eyes. “I want you now.” He nodded, pressing one last kiss to her as he pulled his fingers from her. “Do you have protection?”

“I do.” He said.

“Use it.” She said and he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of his bed, reaching into his pants on the floor and pulling out his wallet and the condom he kept in it. She watched him as he pushed off his boxers, pulling open the wrapper and slipping it on. He moved to lay over her again and she peeked between them, her eyes going back up to meet his. He was bigger than Steve had been, thicker and longer, and she swallowed heavily as the pain from when they had been together came back to her mind.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said, as if he could read her thoughts, “I’ll take care of you.” She nodded and when he kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. There was a slight pressure at her core before her back arched off the bed as he pushed into her, taking it slow, making sure she felt every inch of him and she was able to adjust to him. He gave a groan as he was seated in her to the base, his weight holding to her the bed as he pressed gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder.

“Okay.” She said after a moment, her voice breathy at the incredibly full feeling of him inside her. “You can move now.”

“Thank you.” He sighed and started a gentle rock of his hips, pushing and pulling slowly. “Let me please you.” He whispered and she nodded. His arm wrapped around her waist and he started pumping faster, her legs wrapping high around his hips. “You’re so tight.”

“Mike.” She said and he kissed her, starting to move in earnest, the springs of the bed creaking in protest. Their breath mingled between them and she held the side of his face, fingers moving through his hair. She could feel a coil twisting in her lower stomach as he moved, curling tighter with every stroke of his hips. It suddenly broke and stars danced in front of her eyes, her hips rocking against his as her release washed over her, the clench and release of her muscles around him almost painful.

“Fuck!” He gasped, “I’m going to come. Please, please, please let me come.”

“Not yet.” She said, “Just a little bit more, fuck you feel so good.” She didn’t want it to end, didn’t want the feeling of him moving inside her to stop, but she couldn’t be selfish, she had to look after his needs too. “Just a little further…there!” Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her legs cinching tight around him, “Come!” She said and he gave a shout, seating his hips in her flush as she felt him twitch inside her. He nearly collapsed on her, his breath hot against her skin and she ran her fingers through his hair. “My good boy.” She said, “My wonderful boy.”

“Thank you.” He chanted breathily, pressing kisses to her shoulder. Picking his head up, he looked at her for a moment before a wide grin came over his face and he was back. “See? Told you I’d make you come.” She laughed, still giggling as she kissed him. Reaching over, she grabbed her phone off her nightstand and looked at the time.

“Well, we missed our first couple classes.”

“Worth it.” He said and she giggled again, pressing her lips to the side of his face.

“Get yourself cleaned up.” She said and he made a protesting sound, but did as he was told, pulling away from her, the air hitting her skin making her shiver slightly. He slid off the condom, pinching it so he didn’t spill any of the mess inside before chucking it in her garbage can. He crawled back into bed with her, wrapping himself around her. “We can’t lay here all day.”

“Says who.”

“Says me.” She said and snorted at the pout he gave her.

“Just a little while longer.” Mike said, “I just want to hold you a little while longer.”

“There will be plenty of time for that later.” She said, patting his arm, “Come on.” He gave a mock-sob but got off the bed as she did.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, seeing her wince as she stretched.

“A good hurt.” She reassured him as they got dressed and he pulled her into his arms again, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck before they left the room.

He kept his arm around her shoulders whenever they had the chance to be together on campus between classes and he very much played the part of the cocky frat boy, swaggering around and leaning on her, whispering in her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek and making her laugh. His friends gave him no small amount of grief at the display but she paid them no mind.

“Hey!” Came the angry voice behind them, “Syverson!” They turned as Steve stomped up them.

“Oh hey, Steve!” Mike said with a wide smile, “How’s the face?”

“You fucker! Think you can just punch me and get away with it!”

“Yeah, I think so.” He said with a nod.

“You don’t know who the fuck you’re messin’ with!”

“He sounds a bit cliche, don’t you think?” Miranda asked and Mike nodded.

“A bad one.” He said and pulled away from her, going up to Steve. “Word of advice, lose gracefully.”

“Stance your feet.” Miranda said and he looked back at her.

“I’m not gonna hit him again!” He said and looked back at him.

“Whatever, enjoy that frosty bitch. She’ll give you nothing but blue balls.”

“She didn’t this morning.” Mike said, his brows jumping as he gave him a grin, “We had tons of fun, didn’t we babe?”

“Oh absolutely.” She said, joining him at his side. “More than I had with you, Steven.” Mike wiggled his pinky finger at him and his face twisted in anger. Miranda put herself between them before he got any ideas, looking up at him. “Back off.”

“You gonna hide behind her?! You pussy!”

“Steve,” Mike said, “As much as I would love to watch you get your ass kicked. We have places we need to be.” Lacing an arm around her shoulders, he steered her away. “Come on, babe.” They walked away, joining his friends and his hand lifted off her shoulder briefly to flip him off as they went.

A week later, Mike left her to pick up his uncle from the airport while Miranda got ready for her match at the gym. He knew she had to prepare so he left her to it, saying she would see him that night.  Nighttime came and the gym was packed around the ring, Mike looking around and jumping a few times, trying to get a glance of her over the crowd but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Easy, son.” Sy said, “She’ll be out.”

“I’m just excited!” He said, “I’ve never seen her fight before, you know, not professionally.”

“Well, if the bruise she gave you is any indication, it should be a good match.” Sy said and the crowd cheered as the lights went down save for the lights over the ring. “Let’s try to get up front, better vantage point.” He said and they pushed their way through the crowd, getting as close to the ring as possible.

She was nervous, she was always nervous before a match, adrenaline making her bounce on the balls of her feet. She could barely hear her trainer as he went over who she was going up against, someone from a gym the town over, but she caught the gist of it. Undefeated, aggressive, yadda yadda. Her opponent was announced and she watched from her spot as the woman showboated around the ring, the crowd eating it up.

“You’re up, Miranda!” Her trainer said and she nodded, moving down the lane that had been cordoned off through the crowd, checking the fit on her gloves as she went.

“There she is!” Mike said, smiling wide. A low bass line backed with violin music started as she walked down the lane, a tradition of the gym to play a song of the home fighter’s choice on repeat during the match.

“Weighing in at one-hundred twenty-five pounds, undisputed champion of the ring, Miranda Chambers!” The announcer said and she climbed into the ring, bouncing on the balls of her feet and stretching her neck.

“One brings shadow, one brings the light. Two toned echoes tumbling through time. Three score wasted, ten cast aside. Four-fold knowing, no end in sight.” Came the whispered lyrics and she felt the music flow through her.

“The hell?” Sy asked, looking up at one of the speakers.

“A song from a video game she likes.” Mike explained briefly, moving his head to the beat.

“One brings shadow, one brings the light. One dark future, no one survives. On their shadows, away we fly.”

Her eyes moved over the crowd and she saw Mike, his smile wide as he cheered for her and standing next to him was probably his Uncle Sy. Damn those genetics ran strong in that family, the resemblance was striking, and if that’s what Mike was going to look like in 10-15 years time, she was in trouble. The man had a gruff sort of handsome to him with a buzzed head and thick beard, arms crossed over what was obviously a powerful chest, biceps straining against the cuffs of his red dilligaf t-shirt. Even his eyes were the same shade of blue as far as she could tell.

“The road that we walk is lost in the flood. Here proud angels bathe in their wages of blood.”

“You got this, babe!” She heard Mike yell and looked at him, giving him a wink. She met her opponent in the middle of the ring, her eyes settling on her as the referee laid out the ground rules. The ref moved away and with that the match started. Her opponent was indeed aggressive, but her moves were too choreographed and when she saw an opening, she took it.

“Oh!” Mike said, flinching back as Miranda landed a one two punch on her opponent's midsection before twisting, her leg raising and her foot connecting to the side of her head and sending her to the mat.

“Girl’s got good form.” Sy remarked. They watched her fight, Mike mouthing along to the music and moving his head to the beat as he kept his eyes on her. Her opponent went down again and again while she could barely get a hit in, Miranda blocking almost every punch and kick. Her head snapped to the side as a foot connected but she didn’t go down, her head snapping back to fix her opponent with a steady gaze that made her falter slightly. “Goddamn.” Sy said as Miranda tilted her head to the side slightly, “If that doesn’t give you chills, nothing will.”

“I’ve been on the receiving end of that look.” Mike said, “It’s scary.”

“Damn right.” Sy said, “She’s getting serious now. No more playing.” With a flurry of punches and kicks, her opponent went down and stayed down long enough for a tap out and the ref called the match, going to Miranda and raising her hand in victory. The crowd roared at this, Mike doing his damndest to be the loudest as Sy applauded. Looking around quickly, he ducked under the rope keeping an area clear around the ring and Miranda barked out a laugh as she went to the edge, bending down as he reached up, pulling her into a kiss that made the crowd holler.

“Back of the gym, I’ll meet you there.” She said against his lips and he nodded, smiling and biting down on his bottom lip. She pulled away from him and he watched her leave before ducking back under the rope and rejoining his uncle who just snorted, shaking his head with a smile.

Mike and Sy left the gym, heading around back just as the door opened and Miranda poked her head out. She smiled wide as she saw him and he caught her as she ran into his arms, laughing as he lifted her into the air before bringing her down into a kiss. Sy just watched them with a smile and Mike set her down on her feet.

“Nicely done.” Sy said and she gave him a bashful smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Thank you.” She said and held her hand out, “Miranda. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise.” Sy said as he shook her hand. “This one,” He said, reaching out and grabbing Mike’s shoulder. “Hasn’t shut up about you. Now I see what all the fuss is about.” Mike looked back and forth between them quickly, seeing the small blush Miranda had on her face and the steady look Sy was giving her.

“Hey, now. Hey.” He said, “Knock it off. She’s taken and so are you.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, son.” Sy said, but he didn’t take his eyes off her.

“Okay, well, yup, that’s not happening.” Mike said and ducked down quickly, throwing Miranda over his shoulder and picking up her gym bag from the ground.

“Michael!” She yelled out in surprise, laughing.

“Call me later, Uncle Sy!” He called out as he carried her off back to his car, her laughter following them through the night.

[myforrest2]

fanta$ie$

a$ian doll

i asked if you thought about fucking asian doll before we moved to seattle.

you said you had but didn't want to bring it up.

i asked why.

you said you didn't want me to think something had been going on.

you asked if wanted you to.

i told you that i had thought about it on several occasions.

i was always curious about the nature of your conversations with him.

i know how good your pussy feels so i know he misses it every time you two talk.

i've only watched one of partners have sex with another guy.

too high on xanax so i didn't remember it all.

this time around i want to increase the intensity.

i'd had a partner who i set up a date for her and a male friend of mine to fuck each other.

i was so turned on when i saw her snapchat before and after the date.

i told you that i wanted you to see Asian dolls but under some conditions.

i want to see the text exchange.

fuck and suck him like you're miss him with a condom of course.

record the sound so i can listen later.

you will not shower when you come home.

i will eat you out and fuck you.

then we will take a bath together and sooth each other.

if you're a good girl and follow all my directives you will be rewarded generously for it.

pay day

you told me that you had lunch plans with your friend payday.

the two of u met on the league.

so i knew he had money.

i asked about the nature of the relationship.

you told me that payday was cool but cool enough to be with long term.

you promised to text me before and after lunch.

the "i'm here" text came with a pic.

that dress showed off your soft thick thighs.

i responded with "have fun."

my rind started racing.

payday was gonna want to fuck.

i imagined him fuckin u in the backseat of his car.

i told myself i wouldn't text you during lunch.

couldn't resist sending the eyeballs emoji.

you sensed my anxiousness and told me things were cool.

that you were enjoying yourself and that the crab cakes were to die for.

the check in put at ease.

my dick started to harden.

i sent the green light emoji.

you liked it and texted me an hour later when lunch ended.

when you got to my place i couldn't wait to hear what happened.

i could smell his cologne on your neck and in your hair.

it made me want you more but i had to wait to hear details.

he was already at the lunch spot when you arrived.

payday greeted you with a hug.

you got wet when you smelled his cologne.

he tried to grab your lil booty but you pulled away and told him you had a boyfriend.

just small talk until the green light came.

you slid your foot under the table then up his thigh.

payday knew what time it was.

he paid the $100 tab then excused himself to go to the men's room.

you showed me the "meet me in the second stall" and the "here i come" texts.

perfect timing because the men's room was empty minus payday waiting for you in stall number two.

you got fucked in that stall like connie in unfaithful.

my dick got harder with each passing detail.

almost nutted on myself when you showed me the pic of his dick in your mouth.

you came when he slid your dress up and fucked from behind.

a patron walking in didn't stop your moans.

kept going until he nutted.

good girl.

i pulled my dick out and told you to suck it like you sucked payday's.

yes daddy.

tears flowed down your eyes as you gagged on it.

then i told you to go to the bathroom and bend over the sink.

you did as ordered.

i ripped your panties off.

i stuffed them down your mouth as i fucked you the way payday did.

i nutted in you then ate your pussy.

cash app sent.

de$ire

i want to explore non monogamy and sexuality with you.

i want to see what works and what doesn't.

what we like and don't like.

try it 3 times to confirm.

swinging.

hotwife.

cuck.

bdsm.

open relationship.

threesomes.

mfm.

fmf.

watching you suck that dildo turned me on.

made me wonder what it would look like with a real dick in your mouth that wasn't mine.

i want to try an mfm first.

do you know somebody that would be down?

i want to see the texts.

we can go out for drinks then come back to my place.

i'll watch you two enjoy each other first then join.

look at me while he's inside u.

suck his dick while i'm nutting in you.

after it's over he needs to leave so we can do aftercare.

is that something you'd be interested in?

path$ 2 open

mfm

fmf

swing

hotwife

cuckqueen

solo date

date$

vr bar

bowling

oakland cemetary

high museum

symphony

drive in

[starlingsrps]

somewhere to begin.

over at the bar, alex hardy is flirting hard enough with the barmaid that he might as well be going for olympic gold. wes hears him as he’s picking up another round of drinks for him and tali and exchanges a sympathetic look with james ogilvie - the barmaid’s his sister and wes knows from personal experience the trials of bearing witness to a sister being flirted with. then again, katy would sooner beat his ass if he tried to intervene and alex hardy is a grown man trying to get a handjob in the last place he should be looking. but fuck it, he’s on a date and not here to babysit.

“what in the hell has gotten into them tonight?” tali asks when he slides back onto the banquette next to her and returns his arm to around her waist.

“they got their hands on this little shakespeare for dumbasses booklet,” he says in her ear. “hardy’s got about half of it written on his arm.”

tali laughs. “how small is his handwriting?”

“pretty small but i don’t think he can read it.” he rubs his thumb along the curve of her hipbone and she wriggles a little closer. “don’t know how to tell him bitchcraft isn’t in henry v.”

her nose wrinkles and she laughs again. “it isn’t?”

“he’s gonna get slapped if he doesn’t watch it.”

“and you’re not going to do a thing to stop it, are you?”

he shrugs and shakes his head before taking a sip of his bourbon. “he’s gotta learn sometime.”

“isn’t there something about do no harm in your job?”

“yeah but that’s on duty. i’m off. he’s an adult.”

“james is going to rip his throat out if he doesn’t move on from sarah soon.”

“and i’ll handle it,” he says, leaning down to kiss her. “when i’m back on duty.”

hatcher flops in the empty chair at their table and interrupts whatever moment was getting started. “tali! under love’s heavy burden do i sink!”

tali snorts and looks at wes out of the corner of her eye. her hand is resting high on his thigh and they’re sitting close enough on the banquette that he can feel her, soft and warm, pressed flush against his side. he’s not too concerned about her running off with hatcher, shakespeare chat up lines or no.

“that’s shakespeare, hatch.”

he glares at him. “no, it’s not. i made it up.”

wes laughs. “if you’re going to crib shakespeare, maybe don’t do romeo and juliet, genius.”

“tal, you sure you want to hang around this asshole?” he circles his face with a finger. “look at me. i’m right here. cute as a bug’s ear, not a dick.”

“mmm, what’re you offering?”

“i’m taller, i don’t play in blood all day, i’m a better dancer, and i smell great.”

“wouldn’t call it playing in blood,” wes says, feeling the need to defend his career. “making me sound like a vampire.”

“fine. still taller, still a better dancer, still smell great.”

she shifts to press her nose against his collar, lips drifting across the skin just above it. paired with her hand on his thigh, she’s got his blood jumping. “he smells pretty good to me, hatcher.”

“don’t even want to compare?” he leans halfway across the table, holding out his jacket. “i just got a new aftershave.”

“is that who’s been walking around smelling like a pimp?”

“fuck you, kinney, you said it smelled good.” david snaps over his shoulder. he leans back and sniffs his lapel and frowns. “fuck.”

“feel like you’re putting words in my mouth,” sam says, kicking out the empty chair at their table and sitting. “what kind of guy takes another guy cologne shopping anyway?”

“i was being considerate, you jackass.” david protests. “gotta spend all that goddamn time in the air with you, figured you’d want an opinion.” 

sam shakes his head and busies himself lighting a cigarette. “dumbest thing i’ve ever heard.” he lifts his chin in greeting towards wes and tali. “how’s it going, lovebirds?”

wes shrugs. “going, as long as hatcher keeps his shitty lines to himself.”

david snorts in protest. “romeo and juliet is usually a panty dropper.”

“you tried,” tali offers.

he brightens, just a little. “want me to try again?”

“i’m good but thanks.”

they hang around awhile longer, long enough to witness hardy get his ass booted to the back room and away from sarah ogilvie and for nell to drag the recently injured holland from wherever the hell he’d been hiding. hatcher drops a few lines on nell to make her laugh and see holland turn purple. tali’s head rests on his shoulder and for a minute there, wes feels perfectly content.

“walk me home?” she asks, voice in his ear.

there’s an invitation there that he’s not about to turn down. he finishes the last swallow of his drink and stands, tugging her to get feet. “i’m taking my girl home “ he announces. “you little bastards behave yourselves.”

out on the street, wes takes a deep breath of clean air and wraps his arm around tali’s shoulder. she leans against him and they start making their way towards the morrigan farm. it’s a long enough walk that they’ll almost certainly have to stop for a few minutes and if they just so happen to spend that time necking, then he knows exactly where to stop.

“how do you know so much shakespeare?”

she asks. “i’ve never seen you read something that doesn’t have a bloody knife on the cover.”

“katy made me read it all,” he says. “thought it’d make me smart.”

“what’s your favorite?”

“my favorite what?”

“favorite line. come on, chat me up.”

“jesus, i don’t know. exit pursued by bear?”

she laughs, the sound clear and ringing. “that’s not very romantic.” she slips loose and half turns back in the direction of the pub. “think i’ll let hatcher take another shot.”

wes easily catches her by the waist and tugs her back into his arms. “lay off. i didn’t spend all day studying,” he says, leaning down to brush his his lips over hers. “come on, you like me better without the lines.”

she stretches up to kiss him back, fingers sinking into his hair. “i guess so.”

he likes her. it doesn’t need to be anything other than that just yet. he likes talking to her and kissing her and he’s pretty sure she likes talking to him and kissing him.  if she wants time, he’s got plenty of that. 

[nvrcmplt]

"It is not a date," the werewolf would utter in slight disgust, if not even boredom, as the human rituals around love had long ceased within his interests, "I request your presence over dinner as I wish to enjoy peace and quiet over a glass of wine, a good meal and your mouth on my cock."

There it is. The catch, or perhaps blessing in the ears of Tyler depending on what mood he found himself in. A sight to behold, however, was the red-haired werewolf dressed in a much finer suit than usual his tall stance remaining in front of Tyler as piercing gaze examined him; " ... please , put on something else , we are not dining within my usual apartment , I am taking you to an exquisite, private glass balcony where the city can be overlooked. I do not wish to see you wearing common clothes, go to my wardrobe, there is bound to be something I have outgrown ; go, Tyler. "

Valentines this, valentines that. Oh he could hurl. The pitiful cries of his secretary at the desk, how she'd cry in silence over an ended relationship, a weak man who had followed his pathetic urges and found himself a younger version. While Krasimir could understand lust, he also understood loyalty, and the man behind his secretary's frustrating sobs had earned himself a wake up call and reminder (and her a bouquet and chocolate of finest quality, all things Tyler didn't need to know or hold against him).

"Could you please hurry?" wrist would tilt, the diamond-decked Graff watch reflecting against his eyes, "I would like to feed you, fuck you and repeat such as needed before morning ; if you do hurry, I might offer to let you do as you please with my body for fifteen minutes. "

It was a date. It really fucking was…. But Tyler did bite his tongue on the contradictions and instead laughed politely as he stepped into the Judge's home. Checking out the nines worn right now, not his usual get up, suits and tie for sure, but this felt like he could taste the money on the back of his throat from just looking at a cufflink here. "Well, I wouldn't say no to dick in my mouth, but to be wined and dined? Now Krasi, that's a little special on today's whole deal?" He didn't deny it made his stomach flutter, sure, they had a thing and an odd thing it was, but it was a great thing to be called upon like this out of the blue. Not that it'd be boring or dull, but he didn't really have many plans after selling his Valentine seasonal candles.

Humming thought at the demands rolling from that tongue to his bones, making him shiver in just all the right ways, Tyler looked down at his garments and nodded with a simple understanding. He wasn't atrocious in today's outfit. Turtle-neck, slacks, brown shoes - he was pretty damn stylish together, if he says so himself, but it was casual. Too casual for a fucking... "Glass balcony? Wait, is that that expensive place uptown?" Tyler did straighten himself out a bit, sparkling at the treatment here. "Krasimir, you should have said on my way over, shit, I'm a bumpkin!" He moved into the apartment as natural as ever, moving to strip off his turtle-neck and belt, to kick off his slacks on his way to the bedroom. "That place has like a year-long waiting list!" Tyler knew! He's heard so many of his friends try and grab a spot over the years, even he looked into it once or twice to try and make a dent on Krasi's card.

He didn't shy away from tugging open the others' wardrobe. Inhaling the natural hum in the air and aftershaves used. "Oh, which cologne you want me to wear?" He called out soon enough, reaching out when he spotted his favourite button up - not one he often wore to get his back blown out in, but one he wore when he was left alone here after a heavy romp session and a lazy morning for one. Slithering the silken shirt over his frame, he shamelessly buttoned himself up neatly, using a lick of a magic to form cufflinks and tugging them into place around his wrists. A small protection rune out of habit and as he moved to step over to the trousers, he eyed the shades with a critical eye before finding the right duo. "Shit, should I wear a waistcoat?" He was panicking a little, this place was like God Tier levels of high society…

Being scolded only made him furrow his brow and blow a raspberry before grabbing what he deemed just right for this place. Tugging the pants over his thick thighs and his shirt right into place neatly, he didn't shy away from sliding his arms through the Italian style blazer, adjusting a strand of hair as he stepped out with poise and ease. He wasn't a stranger to class and whatnot, but it wasn't his usual place to go. Auctions were pretty much the same, but this was nicer. "Shit, this okay?" Krasimir was stared upon by those green pools, hope within each that he did get into something worth this place and to quell the wolf's impatience. Though to be fair, it was this idiots fault for not spelling the beans before Tyler arrived.

Tyler did his best with what he had, thankfully - Krasimir had a fucking mall in his bedroom so, Tyler was cleaned up head to toe with expensive clothing. Sharp lines, elegance and if anything, only amplified his body shape as his fingers ran through his hair to slick it back in a more professional and classy style than its usual hanging fringe. "Krasimir, rate me? Would you let me suck your dick in this fit?" Smirk.

[dccomicsimagines]

What’s Happens on an Alien Planet... - Tim Drake Imagine - Part Two

Part One

You and Tim eventually made your escape into one of the closets in the Watchtower. Locking the door, you sank down to the ground and covered your face with your hands. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Tim sat down beside you. Sighing, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Did you get a chance to tell anyone that we didn’t mean to get married?” 

“No. They all kept congratulating us.” You leaned into him. “My parents were so happy, but all they could talk about was having another ceremony here.”

“Alfred said the same thing. He is pretty miffed we eloped.” Tim ran a hand over his hair. “Everyone seemed hurt that we didn’t tell them or give them any warning.” 

“It’s not like we had any warning.” You closed your eyes. “I’m going to kill Bart.”

Tim snorted. “Cassie’s looking for him. Apparently, he ran off.” You rested your head on his shoulder. He buried his face in your hair. “What should we do?”

“I’m tempted to just let it go. Let people think we’re married, do what makes them happy.” You sighed. “I’m so tired, Tim.”

Tim hummed. “I mean...being married wouldn’t be a bad thing.” He smiled when you looked at him slightly surprised. “Think of the tax benefits.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you serious?”

“Maybe?” He pursed his lips. “I don’t know. The thought of telling Bruce and Alfred that we were drugged and got married is enough to make me want to fight the Joker fifty times instead.” 

“Same. I don’t want to try to explain to my parents. They were so happy. Apparently, they thought I was a lost cause.” You bumped your knee into his. “But what are we going to do now?”

Tim took a deep breath before getting to his feet. He brushed himself off and offered you a hand. “We’re going home. We’ll clean ourselves up and get a good night sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll take you out for dinner and we’ll discuss this in more detail.” 

You took his hand. “Okay.” You smiled at him. “But before we go, I need to find Bart.” 

Tim smirked. “I’ll come with you.” The two of you stared at each other. You leaned forward slowly and pressed your lips against his. Tim tensed before relaxing and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled away after a moment. “Yeah, kissing you every night wouldn’t be bad.”

You smiled. “No, it wouldn’t be bad.” You pulled away and slipped out of the closet. Batman and Superman were talking just outside. They both stared at you. Superman chuckled while Batman frowned. You quickly left and Tim was right on your heels. His face blushing under his mask.

***

Tim was fast asleep before someone flopped on his bed, jerking him awake. “What the hell?” he shouted, ready to fight until he recognized the cologne tickling his nose.  He sighed. “I knew I should have went to my apartment.”

“Timmy, I can’t believe you’re married.” Dick made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed, putting his arms behind his head. “I mean you and (Y/N) weren’t even dating.”

“Well...things happen.” Tim laid back down, turning on his side to face away from Dick. “I’ve always cared about (Y/N) regardless.” 

Dick hummed. Tim really should have went to his apartment, but Alfred insisted on him staying the night at the manor. Dick was going to keep digging until the truth came out. “So funny story,” Dick said. Tim held back a groan. Dick knew. He knew the truth. “I overheard Bart telling Wally that he just performed the ultimate prank on you and (Y/N). Revenge for the shrimp incident, I believe he said.”

“Of course, the shrimp incident,” Tim mumbled to himself. Back when you were all kids, Tim and you convinced Bart he could speak to shrimp. It took Bart years to get over the humiliation. “I should have known he wouldn’t forget that.” 

“So...I’m guessing you didn’t mean to get married to (Y/N) and Bart tricked you somehow.” Dick nudged Tim’s arm. “Jason owes me twenty bucks. He thought you eloped to annoy Bruce.” 

Tim snorted. “That’s something Jason would do.” 

Dick hummed, smiling at Tim cheekily. “You gave him the idea anyway.” Dick propped himself up on his arm to face Tim. Tim turned to meet Dick’s eye when Dick poked him. “What are you going to do?”

“Well, we’re only married on Betrassus. That marriage won’t hold up here.” Tim rolled onto his back, sighing. “(Y/N) and I are going to dinner tomorrow night. They don’t know how to tell everyone. Neither do I. Bruce would kill me for drinking an alien drink and letting myself be drugged.”

“So that’s what happened. (Y/N) was drugged too?” Tim nodded. “Wow,” Dick chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I’m not in your shoes, little brother.” He reached over to ruffle Tim’s hair. Tim ducked his head to try to get away, but Dick persisted. It occurred to Tim that it would be nice to be married to you if only it would stop Dick from coming into his bedroom.

***

You hurried to the restaurant, pulling your coat tighter around yourself to avoid getting wet from the pouring rain. The doorman opened the door for you and you jogged inside. You sighed in relief, glad you weren’t too wet. Another man came up and offered to take your coat. You let him and moved to the hostess. 

“Hi, I’m here to meet Tim Drake.” You bit your lip when the hostess smiled knowingly. She gestured for you to follow through the fancy restaurant. You felt out of place and slightly undressed. Tim didn’t warn you it would be this upscale. Then again, he probably wanted to impress you. Tim always overdid it when he wanted to impress someone. 

She took you to a private corner booth. Tim slid out and stood up when he saw you. You smiled at him and slid in first before he joined you. The hostess left you alone. “I know this is out of your element, but the food here is to die for and I know you love good food,” Tim said, opening the menu. 

“You’re right.” You opened the menu and tried not to get sticker shock at the price. “So...I did tell my parents about what really happened.” You flinched when Tim looked at you nervously. “They understood and said Bart is now banned from the house. However, they did say it gives them hope for a wedding in the future.” 

“Oh boy.” Tim set the menu down and ran his fingers through his hair. “Dick knows too. I haven’t been able to tell Alfred or Bruce yet.” 

You hummed. “I can come with you to tell them if you want? It wasn’t that hard to explain to my parents.” You reached over to take his hand from his hair and hold it in your own. He blushed slightly, but relaxed. 

“What about us?” Tim asked, glancing from your entwined hands to your face. 

“Let’s just see where we go from here, babe.” You winked at him. “After we tell Bruce and Alfred, of course.”

Tim moaned. “You had to remind me of that, huh?” He rubbed his free hand over his face. The waiter came over and the two of you dropped the subject to enjoy dinner together.

***

It took Tim about a week to gather the courage to attempt to tell Bruce and Alfred. You supported him all the way, gently pushing him to schedule the talk with them. Tim found he appreciated you more and more as you two slowly grew closer throughout the week. 

Finally, Tim asked to meet Alfred and Bruce in Bruce’s office at four. You arrived at the manor at two to help Tim work up the courage. 

“I don’t think I can do this,” Tim said for the hundredth time as he paced the floor of his bedroom. You sat on his bed, watching him go back and forth until it hurt your neck. 

“Tim, we can’t let them think we’re going to get married here.” You crossed your arms, gesturing for him to sit down next to you. Tim collapsed beside you. You kissed his cheek. “It’s not that scary. At most they will be disappointed, but we can live with that. You’ve disappointed them before.”

“It’s not that simple.” Tim moaned, laying down. His hip pressed against yours. You smiled and laid down with him. “Bruce will be upset. He’ll probably try to remove me from the League.” 

“Key word is try.” You nuzzled his cheek. Tim blushed, reaching over to take your hand. “Besides, he might understand it wasn’t our fault. We were pranked.” 

Tim hummed. “I don’t think he’ll understand.” Tim sat back up. “I just need to rip off the band-aid and get it over with.”

You nodded, sitting up with him. “True. The more we sit here, the more stressed you are getting.” You smiled when Tim squeezed your hand before getting up and pulling you with him.

“Let’s face the music,” Tim mumbled as you both left the room to head to Bruce’s office.

***

Bruce took a seat in the armchair as Alfred poured the tea. Tim stood stiff behind the couch. You moved to take a seat on the couch itself. “Thank you for the tea, Alfred,” you said, smiling at him brightly.

“You’re welcome, Mx. (Y/N).” Alfred took his own seat in the other armchair. “I’m glad we can have this time to discuss the upcoming wedding.”

You raised your eyebrows. Bruce’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sight. You glanced back at Tim who tensed. “Tim, just rip off the band-aid like you said,” you whispered to him. Alfred and Bruce sat up straighter in response. You smiled at them before taking your cup and sipping on your tea. 

“We...” Tim stopped to clear his throat, gripping the back of the couch. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I made a mistake.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “What kind of mistake?” 

Tim moved around to sit down next to you. His hands trembled. You rested your hand on his knee. He relaxed somewhat. “I...We...We were tricked.” He shyly looked at Bruce and Alfred before dropping his gaze to his feet. “Bart pranked us and we didn’t mean to get married.”

“He convinced Kon to give us a drink that made us inebriated. We ended up getting married and having a wedding night.” You blushed. Tim took your hand. 

“So we didn’t mean to get married and we don’t want to get married here.” Tim finished, looking up at Bruce and Alfred. “I know I should have known better than to drink on an alien planet. Please don’t be upset with us.” He bit his lip, burning bright red. 

Silence filled the room. You took a sip of your tea, avoiding eye contact. Tim’s gaze dropped back to his feet, but his hand squeezed yours tightly. 

Alfred cleared his throat. “Well, this is a development.” He sat back in his chair, taking a deep breath. Bruce didn’t say a word. His stare made you feel like he was staring straight into your soul. “But you two seem closer than before yes?” Alfred asked, nodding to you and Tim.

“Well, I mean...” Tim mumbled, tilting his head. 

“We’re dating now and we’re only married on Betrassus.” You nudged Tim’s head with your own. “Now that doesn’t mean that Tim and I won’t become something, but we’re not going to get married here anytime soon.” 

Bruce folded his hands under his chin and leaned forward. “This is what I warned Clark and Diana about letting young people into the league. Particularly, Bart Allen.” 

You and Tim shared a look. “I mean it’s true. We’re a mess,” you whispered to Tim. A shadow of a smile pulled at his lips. 

“Or at least Kon and Bart are.” Tim snorted softly.

“However, neither of you are to drink anything on an alien planet again.” Bruce got to his feet and crossed his arms. “And I will have a word with Bart Allen.” 

Tim froze as you had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “A word with Bart Allen?” Tim gasped, jaw dropped.

Alfred raised an eyebrow at Bruce as Bruce marched off toward the Batcave entrance. You and Tim watched him go. Once the door was shut, you allowed your laughter to slip out. “Oh my, Bart is dead. I want to see that.” You jumped to your feet and dragged Tim up with you. Tim shut his mouth, blinking. “Come on, Tim. This is better revenge than Cassie breaking his jaw or us freezing his underwear with one of Mr. Freeze’s old guns.”

“Then we got to go. Excuse us, Alfred,” Tim said, smirking as he pulled you to follow Bruce. You quickly set the cup of tea down. 

“Thank Alfred,” you said over your shoulder as you and Tim disappeared down into the cave.

Alfred chuckled, cleaning up the tea. “They’ll be married officially by the end of the year.” He picked up the tray and turned to leave the room. “I guarantee it.”