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#i wanna go to sleep soon but like i do t even know how many blankets i need

rottenaero · 1 year

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Ao3

Part 1

Part 3

Part two to the roommates idea

Whenever the mall ‘burns down’, Eddie is just chilling at home; not doing anything special.

Actually, thats a complete lie. He hadn't seen Steve since he left for his shift the day before, and currently has his band+Wayne scattered in the living room as he paces.

“He may as well be dead, he always calls before staying the night somewhere, and he totally despises that place, so why would he stay after hours?” He comes to a halt infront of Jeff who looks considering. “What?!"

“Maybe, consider, he just forgot to call you." Eddie scoffed, “ ‘Maybe he just forgot’, except you don't know him, Jeff. Steve doesn't forget, tell ‘em Wayne."

Wayne nods from his spot on the lazyboy, “ ‘S true, he'd rather call at 2am than have us worrying.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Look Edmund, I get your worried about you boyfriend and all but why did we have to get dragged into this?" He complained, and Eddie began pacing again.

“ Not,my boyfriend, yet, and you’re getting-”

A ringing interrupts him.

The pacing stopped almost as soon as it began, and he darts to the phone. “ Y’hello, it's Eddie talking.” A sharp breath drew from the other end of the line.

“Hey Eds."

Eddie smiled, “Holy shit, Stevie. I thought you died. Wayne and the guys are literally gathered in the living room.” Upon hearing the name, Wayne visibly relaxed, going from hunched over to leaning backwards in seconds.

“Yeah I'm- Well shit not okay but I'm not dead.”In the background there was a noise, barely noticeable but-

“Wait, what? Are those sirens? Are you hurt? What the hell-” Wayne leaned forward again.

“I'm at the mall, there's been, uh, an accident? I don't- they took my keys, I need a ride back home.”

“Who took your keys? Steve you can't just be all ominous and-” The phone line shut off. "Fuck!”

Grant, who hasn't been helpful at all, stood up. "What did he do?”

Eddie groans, running a hand through his greasy hair, “Needs us to pick him up, might be hurt. He's such a- Wayne we're taking my van, you guys coming?”

Turns out the answer is yes.

They arrive at the mall five minutes later, mostly because Eddie was driving like a bat outta hell, to every emergency vehicle you can think of, plus thirty more, surrounding the place.

Eddie roles his window down when a cop signals him. “What are you doing over here?"

The metalhead bites his lip, what the hell, “Uh, I'm here to pick up Steve Harrington? He got involved in whatever's happening.”

The cops nods, "Alright, park your vehicle over there, and go get him.”

He does as he's told, a surprising feat showing just how scared he was, because Steve being hurt could mean so many things.

They get out the car, Wayne being the leading man, and head to where the commotion is.

The mall was totally destroyed, a couple kids he didn't know were sitting around, surrounded by their parents, there's a couple teens too, Nancy Wheeler, Johnny Byers, a girl in a sailor costume, and-

Eddie’s heart stopped and he fucking sped forward. “ Holy shit, what the fuck man." Steve looked like hell, understatement of the century but-

His face was bruised and bloody, his hands wrapped in casts, his hair was flat and gross and he was still in his damn sailor costume.

“Hey Munsons, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. It's the whole Scooby gang, or Smurfs, whoever you prefer.” Eddie grabbed his shoulders, and stared him dead in the eye. “ What. The. Fuck. Are you high too?!”

“Just what the hell did you get yourself into. " Wayne said more than asked, shaking his head.

Steve buzzed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he brought a hand to them and-

God they were split, and bleeding now. He looked back up at the long haired man infront of him, ignoring Wayne's question-not-question.

“Nah, just recovering from being drugged. Hey this is rivveting conversation and shit, but like, I wanna go home and sleep in your bed, man. Or the couch, or the floor.”

He let out a loud laugh, “Fuck I am not picky right now, I'll even take the back of the van.”

“Christ."

They don't talk about it, not after Hellfire goes home, not the next morning, not after Steve heals. They just don't, because the news told them all they need to know, that there was a fire. Eddie just assumed when they said he was drugged, that he meant medically.

(He didn't)

#stranger Things #steddie ficlet #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au

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vickyzangels · 8 months

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% “eres ese algo que mi mente ha estado imaginando”

# synopsis ; i’m literally just writing down a thought cause i wanna go to sleep

# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader

# word count ; 437

# tags ; nsfw (mdni), unprotected p in v, pre-established relationship (i literally label him your boyfriend so idk if i even need this tag), half awake writing if it’s bad i didn’t do it

a/n ; meine schatz - my treasure, liebchen - sweetheart

you very very briefly mentioned to your boyfriend over text that you wanted to see what’d it be like to get fucked face down, ass up.

t: isn’t that just doggy ??

idk its supposed to have a diff angle to it i think

the conversation moved on quickly, and that was seemingly the end of it. and then tonight you both came back from a trashy party in some celebrity’s mansion, so what better way to end the night than to try out that position you brought up?

“fuckk-k.. please..! s’ deep… godf-!” you muffled from your hotel room’s sheets. sure, tom said a lot of things during interviews, but he very rarely lied, and he very much didn't when he said he was 24 cm. shit, you swore you could feel him in your stomach and yet you could feel his tip hitting your spongy g-spot with every push to the hilt of his cock.

he was moving so slowly but he knew that this angle was doing you so much justice, of course he knew, even between his groans you could hear his infamous smirk. you don’t know how much more you can take, the throbbing of pleasure was swallowing you whole and god- if your pussy subconsciously clenched around him one more time and pulled him somehow deeper into you, your eyes would look at the back of your head with how hard you’ve been rolling them.

tom wasn’t helping your case, he very much was not helping your case with how he was running calloused fingers over the arch of your back, ensuring that your head was far into the pillows. who knows how many times you came on his dick, trying to wrench away from him through every orgasm and yet simultaneously pushing yourself back onto it.

“one more, meine schatz, just one more i promise.”

he sounds so supportive and willing and fuck, you believe him, even if he said that the last 2 times. this time he might actually mean it, though, when he pushes himself up and braces a soft palm that you've come to love on the back of your head, gently securing your head down before he pulls almost entirely out of you and in suddenly quick thrusts, completely bottoms out in you, over and over and over again.

this time he’s not brushing your spot anymore, he’s aiming and hitting directly at it. any form of verbal communication coming out of you completely melts into loud mews and gasps, barely shaping together a choppy, “can-t… take it..!”

“yes, you can, just take it a little longer, liebchen.”

a/n ; birthday coming up soon yay

a/n 2 ; WAS I JUST A FOOLL ⁉️ YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SOUNNDD OF THE WOMAN WHO LOVED YOU‼️

taglist ; @cup1d-lix @imabitchh @arquiiva @verelace @iovemoonyy @everseve

#tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fanfic

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badmuni · 1 year

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enhypen x-ray 🔍

★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ( the way they communicate with their s/o ) ☁️ׂ ʬʬ

₍⁠₍ 김선우 ₎⁠₎ sunoo

“how was your day?” “tell me everything.”

sunoo is incredibly interested and wants to know everything about his s/o's life, even the bad outcomes.

“did you have dinner already?” “please don't skip any meals !”

sunoo is constantly concerned with their wellbeing and health. he pays attention to these details since he is aware that some people are careless with food and he doesn't want his partner to be.

“you can count on me, baby. i love you. i love you so much i can't even breath”

he likes to show his affection for them sometimes even sounding a little dramatic, but that's just how he want it to be. sunoo enjoys expressing his emotions, which usually results in him sending them lengthy (romantic) texts. or placing calls...

₍⁠₍ 西村力 ₎⁠₎ ni-ki

“did you miss me? don't lie, i know you missed me.”

riki is cute and provocative all at once, and he enjoys receiving special treatment from his lover. he just acts like that every time he visits them.

“i wanna go out with you again, baby.”

riki enjoys spending time with his s/o. he likes taking them on adventures and to new places because it makes him the happiest. also, because he likes adrenaline (way too much).

“i bought something to you... it's surprise so i'm not going to reveal what it is, but try to guess it.”

riki (often) spends his money buying things to his s/o. sometimes a plushie or maybe a T-shirt that says “i love my boyfriend” with a lil pic of him in it (thats so corny lol). or sometimes a jewelry, rings, bracelets, necklaces. he totally spoils his s/o in his own way.

₍⁠₍ 심재윤 ₎⁠₎ jake

“darling, do you think this looks good?”

always asking his s/o opinions on things, doesn't really matter the topic, jake will wants to hear their thoughts on it because he has a lot of faith in their taste.

“i woke up, tidied up the room because yk jay slaves me, so i went out to work, then i came home, but it was too late so i went to dinner [...]”

jake is very open with his s/o, telling them everything, since he thinks it's cool to do so. as he appreciates having a strong link with them, he believes that doing this brings them even closer together.

“BABY YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED”

he just CAN'T be privy to a gossip; he'll quickly relay it to his partner. as soon as he knows something, he just goes there and tells them about it. jake just can't keep secrets from his partner...

₍⁠₍ 양정원 ₎⁠₎ jungwon

“i dreamed about you last night... it was pretty clingy but i like it”

jungwon thinks about his s/o constantly, even when he's sleeping... :( and he makes clear they are aware about it.

“how are you feeling today, darling?”

wonnie is very sensitive to the feelings of his s/o and appreciates that they keep him informed of their concerns and feelings throughout the day.

“better you be careful, i'm going to kidnap you tonight😼”

unplanned little walks through the city at night is something wonnie enjoys doing with his lover in order to easy his mind and feel peaceful.

₍⁠₍ 이희승 ₎⁠₎ heeseung

“i wish you were here...”

many times, as an introvert, heeseung just wants to escape from social events. but tbh, he thinks that if his s/o were around, the whole experience would be better for him.

“i was counting the minutes and seconds to see you”

heeseung is sweet most of the time, and plus, he's very good using words. he also can't just get away from someone he loves so much for too long or he starts to get crazy.

“oh- you want water, baby? don't worry, i got you!”

man simply don't miss a single opportunity to please his partner or just do things for them. they want or need something? heeseung is there doing for them.

₍⁠₍ 박성훈 ₎⁠₎ sunghoon

“you have such a good taste...”

“oh- why do you have a good taste? because you date me, tsk”

hoon is constantly valuing himself, almost as though he enjoys pampering. so he expects his s/o to agree with him that he's a handsome man.

“you look so good today. actually you look good everyday... you're the prettiest, baby”

never disappointing, sunghoon wants his s/o to be always confident about themselves just like he is, so he often compliments them.

“are you feeling good? wants to do something else?”

when he and his s/o goes out, hoon worries if they're enjoying what they're doing. if the crowd seems too loud, sunghoon quickly wants to take his partner from there. he values have a good atmosphere around him and his partner, that's why he gets worried.

₍⁠₍ 박종성 ₎⁠₎ jay

“did you know productivity is a concept created by the capitalism?”

jay is such a nerdy and that's something not much talked about. he is always discovering new things and randomly telling his s/o about it. jay absolutely adores debating, too.

“your eyes are so pretty. for real, the prettiest eyes i've ever seen. they shine with the sunlight... i don't wanna stop look at them.”

also, jay is always noticing every detail about his s/o. be it about their physical characteristics or personality.

“bought this for you since last week i heard you say you wanted this.”

jay literally remembers every last information since he likes to make his partner feel special. jay demonstrates his love by being a devoted person, as you can tell from the bottom of his heart.

# masterlist

[ ★ ] — notes: hey guys, i just created this new thing 'enhypen x-ray' where i'll make posts like this about their acts and behavior.

thank u for reading ! and let me know if you like it :)

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rubywithecat · 10 months

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-First Night With Them-

(T/W: Minors do not interact as mature contents are included)

Summary: U are forced to marry them by your parent and feel shy for the first night with them after wedding as u are completely strangers to them.

Gojo Satoru

Waiting for him on the lavish bed in the new mansion u just moved, u were nervous. Gojo is so handsome and u thought u were going to marry an old ugly man as u only knew how rich he was. How can a person be both good-looking and rich and have a cool style. He is just a definition of perfection. U felt insecure now. What if he doesn’t like ur body? What would he think of u? Will he ever love u? Are u good enough? U had many thoughts about urself. Meanwhile, the door opened as Gojo walked inside the room after he had showered.

He looked at u lying on the bed in lingerie and smirked slightly. He doesn’t say anything tho he made a move onto the bed, coming close to u. U flinched and closed your eyes tightly. However, he held ur waist slowly and his fingers lifting up your face, making u look into his pretty blue eyes. “I want u to be a good girl for me tonight” he said. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. I promise this won’t hurt” U gulped. But encouraged urself to say a word finally, getting a lil comfortable near him. He seems like a good person after all. And he is ur man now. U smiled with ur glossy lips and whispered into his eyes, “Please go slow. I like it slow and long” Gojo chuckled, proud of u for the courage to say what u would like.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I already said I will make u feel good, right?” He said as he slowly undressed u. “Ahh…Gojo” u moaned. “Gojo? Call me with my name bby. Don’t be a stranger” as he said u can feel him frowning. “Im sorry.. ah fck.. Satoru” u said again as his fingers slipped inside u. “Don’t c*m before me ok? That’s the only rule” he said as he undress himself. U guys finished at the same time after and he came on ur stomach. After that he laid next to u sleepily, his silvery hair being messy “U are so good and beautiful u know that, bby?” He said with his sleepy voice which is super hot. U were beyond happy by his praises and cuddled with him. He smiled and playing with ur hair as u guys having a chat, getting to know each other more.

Nanami Kento

“I would understand if u wanna sleep in separate bed” he said. He really is a gentleman u thought. But u decided that u will be playful with him. U bit ur lips and leaning closer to him. “U wanna leave ur newly wife alone Nanami?” U teased, looking at him with doe eyes, which he cannot resist. U could feel him turning red and blushed. “I mean if u wanna” he said, pretending he doesn’t realized anything that’s happening. Ur thighs on his laps as u face with him and being touchy around his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. Normally u don’t go flirty with any guys but he is ur husband after all and he is really cool and u completely melt at his serious personality.

Even tho it was an arranged marriage, u kinda felt lucky that u marry him. Tonight, u wanna go wild with him and make him breed u with his baby. It’s him who is feeling shy and u kinda like about that and u planned to go beyond his limit to tease.

Nanami knows ur intention and at last he couldn’t endure anymore. The way u looked at him with lust, turn him on so much that he now fck u with all his strength, rough and fast. He is so good that ur brain can’t think of anything except screaming his name and finished with all his c*m into ur womb.

In the morning, when u wake up he already left for work but he doesn’t forget to leave a lovely letter about how he enjoyed and he loves u. U smiled at it and maybe he is shy about telling u in person. U stood up to make the best meal for ur newly husband.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is being a lil cocky here. He would not give a fck about u being ok with it or not, he would do anything to satisfy his need. After all, he had married once and he knows what to do. He told u to strip urself and fingers u as soon as u laid on him. “I know how to make u feel good so follow my lead, angel” he would say. He would be comparing of how good u r or not with his ex wife, which makes u go crazy and prove him that u are way better than his ex wife.

After that, he would leave u all the hickey, leaving marks on visible area that u are now his. U love the idea of it and u love him too. He can be a jerk but he also loves u so much in first sight. U forgive him as he gave u the best night after all.

Megumi Fushiguro

He is rather doesn’t care about what is supposed to do at wedding night at all. He just went straight to his practice. He doesn’t talk to u at all, thinking u don’t wanna be talked. U were confused about his actions and as u haven’t known him at all yet, u thought he is being a jerk. U called ur bestfriend on video call as u were bored, alone in bed room. “I think he is fcking asshole!” U said frustratedly to ur bff. “He doesn’t even look at me into eyes and I think he doesn’t want me. I feel so sad” U told her, without realizing he was standing behind u leaning the door, maybe hearing all the gossips u told about him.

Ur friend giggled and just hang up, wishing good luck with a hateful smirk. “Hey!! Don’t hang up!” U yelled as u don’t know what u r supposed to do. U could sense him, walking near u and from behind he said, “I’m sorry about that. I just thought u didn’t wanna talk to me as this marriage was arranged so soon so we didn’t get to know each other yet” U felt embarrassed.

“I know… I’m just…” u sighed, facing him. “Either way, we are still husband and wife so we should try our best at least dont u think?” U said in sad tone. He suddenly kissed ur lips softly, catching u off guard. “I’m so sry if I make u sad (y/n). I wanna get to know u more to be honest, I’m just feeling nervous around u. U gives me butterfly as soon as I saw u” he admitted.

Then u kissed him back and he lifted u to the table of his study and held ur hips tightly. “I want u” he whispered which makes u turn on. “I want u too, Megumi” u said as u grabbed his shoulder and hugged around the neck. “Make me yours” u said and he didn’t go gentle with u. He is a dominant type after all but still he knows ur need and also surprisingly, he reached ur soft spot fast and then finished quickly. “Next round, angel” he smirked, whipping his c*m on ur face.

Yuuji Itadori

He would be the most caring about u. He would ask u if u wanna watch movies with him or watch the stars in the sky at the balcony with him. U agreed to watch the stars at the balcony in his hoodie as u haven’t unpacked fully after moving. His smells felt like vanilla and he would be listening when u talk about urself, getting to know with u. He also tell all about himself and he seems to be a really good person that u fell in love immediately about his purpose of life and his cares about others.

After a while, u become cold so he held u tightly and silent occurs between u guys. U really wanna kiss him and he wanted to too but just awkward. U decided to make a first move and kissed him. He was surprised but kissed u back and then u guys the kiss became passionately. U got all shy after that and blushing. “Do u wanna go inside?” He asked. You nodded and then he carried u to the bedroom where he started to kiss u from ur sensitive areas around neck once u get laid down on the bed. Ur moaned made him crazy and he even left sone bite marks and tells u that he really likes u a lot and how he is so lucky to have u as his partner. He goes super gentle and takes good care of u too. “I’m c*mming” u said as rolling back ur eyes. He also finished at the same time, laughters filled with joy.

Sukuna Ryomen

He is kinda so demanding. He would tell like what women are supposed to do and have to give a child. He is so traditional and will even go as far as asking u if u r a virgin:)

“Ofc! I’m a virgin! But do u really need to ask?!” U got sensitive to how he treats u. He would smirked and laughed about how u got all shy and angry with him. He finds it cute tho. But he would tease u like how u turn on just by his touches and u got embarrassed. He would tell u to verbally say how good he is when he fck u and he is also so possessive type. However, when he would treat u like his queen as yk he is the king of curses after all. He finished right inside u and u could feel the warmth of his c*m. He kissed u deeply and fell asleep.

Hope u enjoy! Likes, shares and comments would be really helpful! Thanks babies! <33

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holdmytesseract · 9 months

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All The Right Moves

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...

Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever

°☆• Masterlist •☆°

This is basically based on this song...

... and this scene...

The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.

It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.

Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.

As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.

And some aces up your sleeve

I had no idea that you're in deep

I dreamt about you near me every night this week

It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.

How many secrets can you keep'

′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

When I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep

Spilling drinks on my settee

The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.

The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.

Crawlin' back to you.

Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.

You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...

Crawlin' back to you.

The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.

Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart's still open and

If so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly

On the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don′t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together, if you wanted to

With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.

While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."

Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.

Crawlin' back to you.

Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

(Calling when you′ve had a few)

'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I′ve thought it through

Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...

With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.

You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.

Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.

Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

(Do I wanna know?)

Too busy being yours to fall

(Sad to see you go)

Ever thought of calling darling?

(Do I wanna know)

Do you want me crawling back to you?

You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.

With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.

Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.

Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.

The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"

He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.

"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!

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joellkeeny · 2 years

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Can we get a blurb about toxic!steve (not so anymore) and reader sleeping for the first time together after years? And she can notice the shift in his attitude when it comes to sex...or at least sex with her, please?

toxic!steve x fem!reader [bonus]

warnings: smut. cursing. soft steve. morning sex.

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Weeks pass by and he's nothing but the perfect boyfriend. It kinda makes you upset for missing out on all this for the whole time you decided to keep him at arm's length even if he gave you no reason to do so. His face always brightens when you enter the room, and now you're basically living in his house. You knew not to ask too many questions about his parents, and although you see it's bothering him, you know that he'll tell you when he feels ready, without any pressure from you. And another thing you learned, is that Steve Harrington is a cuddler to heart. As much as he always tries to keep his cool when you shuffle closer at night, opening his arm for you to settle on his side, he always ends up half on top of you, his face buried in your chest as he snores contentedly. And that's how you wake up most days.

“No, m'free today.” He complains when you give the first try at getting up from his embrace, immediately being tugged down again. It was Saturday, and you couldn't say no when you gaze out the window and see the mounds of snow gathered over night, plus the toasty warmth under the thick covers. “Okay, okay, not going anywhere.” You chuckle, pushing your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp soothingly, he shuffles into you until he's on top of you, slowly pushing his lips into the skin of your shoulder and neck. “I love that...” He says through a dreamy sigh, his hands riding up your sides, having you release a similar sound. Without much thought, he shuffles on top of you again, sliding his hips between your warm thighs, and you can feel his morning wood pressing into your thigh.

You usually ignore it, knowing it was involuntary, but with the way his kisses get more sloppy as his fingers dig into your sides you know it's deliberate. “Steve?” You ask under your breath, looking up at the ceiling as his lips suck a rosy mark on your neck, one you'll surely be sporting for days, though Robin has seen it all before. His head barely lifts at your question, eyes still a bit droopy as he blinks slowly at you. You take in his mussed hair, his swollen lips, slightly sleep-puffy eyes and his long lashes, fanning over his cheek bones, and for the first time in months, you decide that Steve Harrington doesn't look kissable, he looks fuckable...very much so.

“Yeah? Something wrong?” He asks carefully, stopping himself, his warm palms pressing against your waist, making you squirm under his gaze. “N-no...just, I can feel you.” You explain, looking away a bit embarrassed. It doesn't take him long before his eyebrows dart up, lifting his hips with a slight apology. “No...don't.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back, flush to you and he can't help but grunt at the feeling. He knew that at some point this was bound to happen, no matter how soon or how late, he knew that he wanted this whenever you felt ready. “Wanna do this? It's no big deal, I can pop to the bathroom and take care of it, don't worry.” He offers innocently, but the thought of Steve with his hand shoved down his sweats in your bathroom makes your insides clench, especially your cunt.

“I want to help. I want this.” You whsiper, almost too shy to look at him. He never makes you feel this way, like you are so small under him, fragile even with the way he studies your face carefully as you say the words, not wanting to make you feel like you had to help him with it. He's content with ignoring the growing ache as long as he gets to stay with you like this. “You do?” And when you nod feverishly, he chuckles, kissing you to save you from the embarrassment he senses you feel. “It's okay, I want this too. For a long time,” A sort of a giddy smile spreads across his face as his fingers tease their way under your shirt, dancing over your belly and up over your ribs until he reaches your boobs, cupping them into his palms and kneading, two fingers catching your nipples which has you gasping and twisting under him.

The sight is not fully foreign, having had the pleasure of seeing you like this before, but now it means something, it means love, it means trust, it means so much more than it did in high school. His hands move up, taking the shirt with them as he pulls it over your head, discarding it to the side as his mouth lands on one of your nipples, the slow roll of his tongue over them makes you buck your hips. His hands' next destination is your sweats, slowly dragging them down your legs until you can kick them away with a slight shiver. “M'cold, can we keep the blankets over?” You ask as you fist your hands into the front of his shirt, tugging at it until he lifts himself slightly, pulling it off in a blink before returning on top of you, keeping the blankets over his back just as requested.

“Wanna taste you so bad, baby...too desperate to do it now, okay?” You never thought that Steve would admit that he's desperate for something, but the softness of his tone just about makes you melt against the mattress, offering you a slight smile as he pulls on the strings of his matching sweats and snaking a hand inside, shifting his cock up, his tip passing the waistband and you lick your lips as the way his tip reddened with need, your hand reaching forward to swipe your thumb over his slit from where precum is oozing out. Smearing the shine around, he gasps, bucking into your hand before your hook your hands into his sweats and tug them down too, grateful for the missing layer of boxers which would've been a problem added to the bunch.

You just stare at his length for a few moments, stunned just as the first time, though back then you didn't get a good look at it. You can't describe it in any way other than pretty. Just like him, long, not too thick, veins bulging from base to tip, a few trimmed curls decorating the base. His cock jumps under your gaze as you gently run your fingertips over his length, memorizing each curve, bump and edge as you wrap your smaller hand around him, barely fitting around his girth as you jerk him off slowly, looking up at him to catch his response.

His lips are parted and his eyes barely stay open, but that only makes you want him more, so you release his cock and push your underwear to the side, shifting your hips under him as you lock your legs in place and around his waist, pulling him close. He kisses you again as he rubs his ruddy tip through your folds, gathering the wetness before he pushes against your entrance and you're nowhere near ready for the stretch. “S-Steve!” You cry out, arching into him as you dig your nails into his shoulder and the back of his neck. “M'sorry sweetheart, gotta take it slow.” He stops pushing, not wanting to bully his way in like last time. Then, he enjoyed seeing you limping through the halls, but now, the last thing he wants is to hurt you in any way. “Don't think I can take it...hurts too much.” With a whine, you bite on your cheek, keeping silent as you try to regulate your erratic breathing. “It's okay, I promise. You're a tough one, remember our first time? You were such a good girl, so eager. Don't worry, I'll make it fit for ya.” He grunts as you clench around him at his words. “I'll be nice ‘n deep inside you in no time, just breathe f'me.” He urges gently and once be feels you inhale, you body slacking, he pushes again, slowly thrusting his hips back and forwards until he coaxes his whole length into you.

“Such a good girl. See? Took every last inch, baby.” Crooning, he leans down, kissing your forehead, the gesture so soft and gentle that it has you whining, arching up to chase his lips. And then you're begging him to move. As much as you told him you didn't want to take more of him, now you were begging for him to move. Something which he finds cute, but now, he wants to be sweet to you so he starts thrusting, just as requested, his rhythm slow and calculated. It didn't feel like the first time, where he straight up bullied your poor pussy, ruining it for everyone else and you can't even count the times you fucked yourself on your fingers, thinking about them being his cock, barely managing to make yourself cum, and now that you finally got it, you can never let go again.

“Just as good as I remember...just as good.” He breathes out through a moan, one strong arm slipping under your back and around your waist, pulling you off the bed and into his body as if you weighed nothing, as if you were a ragdoll and he could maneuver you exactly how he wanted, though you won't complain. His free hand breached on the bed, keeping himself up, his hips continuously roll against yours with mumbled curses or small sounds, shared between your lips which are close to pressing together but not quite. “Want it so bad—” You mumble incoherently, your thoughts jumbled and your body limp under his touch, his torso pressing against you tightly while he keep you in place, the arm wrapped around you holds onto you tightly. “I'll give it to you, I promise, just gotta make my pretty girl cum first.”

And now you understand the saying of ‘making love’. Just the two of you under the blankets, sharing the warmth of your bodies and the breaths which slowly turn into pants as you both approach the end. His love, though never acknowledged out loud, was now ever so present in the moment, it felt magical as your eyes stay locked on his, his lips parting with a gasp as you clutch onto his hair, feeling the way you're fluttering around him. “That's it, atta girl, let me hear you, don't be shy.” Truthfully, he wants to beg for you to be louder when you come, but he knows just asking you nicely would do too. Listening to his request, your body locks up and your head thumps back suddenly, your thighs trembling against his hips as you tighten your hold on him, pressing him flush to you, your noses pressing and smushing together into the kiss, though not caring as you can feel him twitch inside of you, signalling he's not far behind.

“Inside?” He croaks out the question, hoping you say yes because he doesn't think he's able to pull out, not when you feel so good, not when your cunt is sucking him right back in, not when you open your hazy eyes after the breathtaking kiss you just shared, and most importantly when you beg him to cum inside. “Inside, inside, yeah please give it to me...I want all of it, please Steve.” He's done for the moment you start speaking, his hips snapping harshly against you, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, his nails digging into your skin as the other hand curls into the sheets with ragged gasps and moans of your name, his damp forehead pressing to yours in very much the same state. “Shit—” He mumbles, silencing himself with another kiss, his tongue swiping over yours with a groan as he rocks two, three more times into you, as if trying to drain himself completely inside of you.

“Indeed...” You reply with a small chuckle, still hazy from your orgasm, letting him pepper kisses over your face, tracing them from your forehead to your cheeks, to your jaw, then to your lips and up to your nose, letting the plush skin press against any part of you available. The three words stand on the tip of your tongue, but you know it's not the moment for them yet, so you pull his lips to yours, pouring them into it, hoping he feels them.

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chuubbles · 1 year

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farm boy!heeseung x country girl!reader

w. fluff, suggestive, mentions of food(?) | t. friends to lovers | lower case | author’s note: guys i had an idea in mind i swear idk what happened 😭 i hope you enjoy either way!

🎶: valentine, laufey

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you and heeseung go way back. like, waaaaaay back. hes basically your partner in crime.

it all started off when you were at the ripe age of 3, moving into the country side. your parents said it would be good experience. they said it was a “test-run”, but you still ended up living here. there weren’t that many kids for you to hang out with when you were 6. there were no playgrounds, kids on tricycles, and princess parties. horrible, i know.

you were crying on the dirt floor on a rainy day. you dont even remember what you were so aggravated about. it was raining hard and was slightly dark, and puddles began to form. your mom let you go outside to jump around, leading to your current situation. your face red from crying so much, and it also feeling puffy and numb. you didnt have the willpower to get up from the now forming puddle under you, so you just sat there sniffling and whining. constantly rubbing the bottom of your nose with your hand hand. until you heard a frog croak. you snapped your head around, to only be greeted with a short boy in a blue raincoat, holding the noisy frog.

you looked up at him, now sunlight beginning to rip through the cloudy skies. his face had some mud stains, and his hands looked as though he scooped up dirt and pebbles. “do you wanna play with frogs with me?” the boy managed to ask. he was definitely shy, and he was definitely grateful you couldnt see the blush on his cheeks. you managed to stifle a “mhm”, before he helped you up and ran with you to a nearby pond.

that’s how you met lee heeseung. through frickin’ frogs. i know.

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youre both now older, him being 17 and you being 16. youve basically grown up together. heeseung could just barge into your house from the back door and go through the fridge and your parents wouldnt do anything. thats how close you guys were. you were always invited to sleep over at heeseung’s house, or have dinner with his family.

you inhaled, letting the cold weather and breeze fill your senses. you were currently sitting on the edge of a fence, watching heeseung talk to cows. his straw hat was connected to a string currently around his throat, the hat off his head. he was in a dirty pair of baggy overalls and a sleeveless white shirt. dont forget the red working gloves. he was about to round up the cows soon to go inside, until he saw you. “hey heeseung!!” you waved from across the field. he stood up properly and waved back with a smile. how cute. i mean-

you shook your head for letting your intrusive thoughts win. recently, youve been noticing how… attractive heeseung has been looking lately. apparently this is the age where you start to become attracted to people? you dunno what your mom was trying to tell you with that.

the way his arms would swell up with his veins showing whenever he’d pick up a baby lamb. or how his voice became deeper with every grunt with bending down to feed chickens. raking the hay around the big barn and outside. even his face becoming more chiseled and defined, an adam’s apple already formed ready to bob up and down.

maybe you were just desperate for a form of love? who knows.

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you woke up the next day to the sound of a rooster. your hair was a wreck in the mirror, but you didnt care. you didnt bother to change out of your pajamas, wearing sweatpants with a big shirt. downstairs, you yawned, “hi dad and mo-“

until you stopped in your tracks, only to see heeseung cooking something. it wasnt unnatural for him to be in your home at random times, but seeing him make breakfast for you was a first-time thing.

he turned his head to look at you, a soft smile cracking out of his face. “your parents had to head out super early for some work stuff, so they called me over late last night to hang out with you.”

your ears were now turning pink, realizing that heeseung was shirtless. his body nicely toned, except he had a really bad farmer’s tan. man, he was hiding a lot under those thick sweaters and tank-tops. he was wearing grey sweats too, hanging a little loosely showing his black underwear line. not only that, but he was sleeping in your home yesterday. you tried to not stare at his chest, clearing your throat and looking around the kitchen. gosh, the universe really must’ve granted one of your dozens of wishes. he chuckled softly while reading your expression.

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heeseung knew the effect he had on you. when he taught you how to feed the horses, he’d subtly put his hand over yours. or, his lips almost touching yours whenever he leaned over the table to grab his keys. randomly creeping up behind you and grabbing your waist like it’s an everyday thing. he even blew you a dramatic kiss when he had to go out with his parents to the city. a couple weeks later he came back with expensive trinkets for you. matching bracelets, too. he knew he was driving you mad. and he loved every second of it.

i mean, how could you two even be described as friends? the elders on the farm sitting on the rocking chairs outdoors drinking or knitting while gossiping about you and heeseung.

“i assure you theyre not friends. i bet you my best sheep on it.”

“oh please, theyre just friends!”

“gosh, gerald, look at their bracelets and the way they look at each other.”

you overheard them once — taking their comments into consideration. what were you and heeseung really? normally friendships had boundaries and a line drawn, but this friendship had too much of a squiggly line. too many boundaries have been crossed. he even kissed you on the cheek when you guys were like— 9. crazy.

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it was now dark, and you were lying down next to heeseung on a pile of hay. you both were currently in your family’s barn, on the top shack looking up to the roof window. the sky was a beautiful grey and black, with little bright stars sprinkling above. and those thoughts were still clouding your mind. does he really like me? what if this is just platonic? maybe he’s just shy… you said to yourself while you fiddled with your “friendship” bracelet. your cat, mittens, was lying down on your chest, heaving up and down with every intake of breath you took. heeseung was holding a brown chicken (please excuse his weirdness), petting it like it was a dog. you let out a chuckle seeing the way he babied it.

he sighed, and eventually looked around. he hitched his breath, slowly moving closer to you. your bodies now touching, radiating body heat and aching to feel one another. you could feel your head spinning, beginning to feel drunk off the feeling of his warm arm and wooden-scented cologne.

an awkward silence entered the space for about 10 minutes straight. just the sound of crickets, hay rustling, purring, and the chicken clucking. it was getting pretty late, and your hopes werent going any higher; but were instead dropping. today was an uncomfortable evening, both of you wanting to say something but not knowing what.

while sitting up slowly you spoke hesitantly, “well, it was nice hanging out with you hee-“

until he grabbed your face. like, full on grabbed and sat up quickly. he looked at your eyes then lips, hastily pulling them in for a kiss. you could feel your heartbeat speeding up and it traveling to your brain. your ears cancelling out any sound, and your mind going blank. after holding out the kiss for a while, he drew back slowly. he rubbed his nape, now looking embarrassed and ashamed. his mind suddenly back in his head. “sorry, y/n. i should’ve- i should’ve spoken or warned you fir-“

now you cut him off, the taste of your soft lips lingering once more onto his rough lips. strawberry chapstick. heeseung could feel his eyes trying to roll to the back of his head. he muffled some random words, not knowing where to put his hands. you slowly held his hands, now facing each other. he eventually placed his hands behind your jaw, deepening the kiss. mittens jumped away at this point, there were small and large pieces of hay in your hair and on his shirt, and the chicken was now sitting in a corner watching this romance story unfold. how interesting. it felt ethereal for him. like it was a dream come true. he’s glad he didn’t chicken out now. (pun intended)

after some soft kissing, it eventually escalated. your body becoming hotter, trying to go closer to heeseung’s body. it soon turned into tongue mixing with tongue, teeth knocking on each other, and a couple slight changes in movement. wow, this escalated far.

you were now in heeseung’s lap, your hands in his hair and his hands roaming your back and waist. after kissing for about 9 minutes, (from just breathing out of your noses), you let go of the kiss. a pop sound was heard from the disconnection of your lips, and you took in heeseung’s appearance. his lips visibly swollen, and no longer chapped. they were stained a pinkish-res, matching the color of your lipgloss you had on earlier.

your hair was disheveled, and your sweater falling off your shoulder.

“i like you, hee. wait- no. i think i love you.” you said shyly, turning your face. heeseung just chuckled lightly, and pulled you into a tight embrace. his nose was against your shoulder, his hand patting your back slowly. “i love you, farm boy” (<3), you said with a huff. you began to wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto his neck with both your arms. the moon now showing through the window, and the stars shining brighter than ever.

“i love you too, country girl.”

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GUYS IM TELLIING YOU I HAD AN IDEA IN MIND. LIKE- HEAVY INTENSE BUILDUP TYPA IDEA… except i got too impatient and just got to the good/important part 💁‍♀️

anyways, tysm for all the love on my enhypen holiday post! i love all you so much<3

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whyareyouhere66 · 11 months

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Hi can you do an outsiders imagine😭 where the reader is Dallys kid sister and she's dating ponyboy and they've been dating for a while and two-bit accidentally let's it slip one night

Hi, of course! I decided to do headcannons instead though- hope you enjoy it nonetheless

“Secret” Ponyboy Curtis x Fem! Reader

cw: drinking

◘ You and pony, though going to the same school, mostly know each other due to the gang.

◘ You were basically forced to bond, both being the youngest and therefore the most “immature” of the gang. You both figured that if the others didn’t want to hang out with the “kids” you two may as well

◘ He fell first.

◘ At first he played the whole “girls are gross” act, wanting to hang out with his brother instead of you.

◘ But the more you hung out, the closer you became- and he realized he was more relaxed around you than he ever would’ve imagined.

◘ He didn’t really have many friends, nonetheless friends who were girls, so he thought he was just over-reacting when he began to blush whenever you came around.

◘ But soon it became clear that he liked you- even Soda noticed.

◘ They were both in their shared room, Sodapop still getting ready while Pony was laying down in the bed.

◘ Pony, tired and wanting to sleep, was only giving half assed answers to his brother who was talking to him. It wasn’t until he mentioned you that Pony perked up;

◘ “Oh c’mon, pony, Mr. Syme can’t be all bad-“ // “well you wouldn’t exactly know, would you.”

◘ Soda rolls his eyes, pulling a t-shirt over his head. “Well you’ve got Y/n in that class, don’t you?”

◘ Ponyboy whips his head around, sitting up in bed and looking at Soda. “What’s that s’pposed to mean?”

◘ The big reaction basically gives him away, as Soda chuckles at Pony’s wide eyes. “Eh, nothing” he says- causing Pony to scoff and lay back down in bed.

◘ After that, it was pretty clear to Pony that he liked you.

◘ But- the guy’s a wuss. Even though he’d get all smiley around you, trying to flirt, he never actually found the words to ask you out.

◘ And it was you, who fell second.

◘ You were raised in an enviornment where feelings weren’t discussed very often- just take a look at Dally.

◘ You didn’t know, or really need to know, what to call your feelings for Pony. You liked to be around him, no need to label it or anything special.

◘ You ended up being the one to ask him out, though to you both, it felt more like a shared effort.

◘ You both sat by a tree, just by the playground after school.

◘ Both of you left your book bags laying on the grass around you, more interested in talking.

◘ Somehow the conversation got to feelings, and dating. Ponyboy tried taking it as an opportunity to ask you out.

◘ “I mean, I wouldn’t mind dating someone.” He says, looking from his lap to your face. You look at him. “Really?”

◘ He tried, really. But he never said it upfront, more so leaving hint after hint as to what he was getting at- and lucky for him, you picked up on it.

◘ “And who would you like to date?” You ask, to which he shrugs. “Someone special.” He is looking straight ahead, trying not to pay attention to how you are staring at the side of his face.

◘ “You wanna give it a try, then?” When you ask, he meets your eyes, and a big grin stretched across his face.

◘ That’s when your relationship began.

◘ After that, any “friendly hang outs” turned into dates- and the gang would never notice because to them, it was just two friends hanging out.

◘ Though, neither of you were really trying to hide it. Hell- ponyboy went home and told Sodapop all about it.

◘ It was Dallas that you two weren’t ready to tell.

◘ Growing up having a constant guard up, Dallas grew protective of you as you were his only remaining family. Even if he acted “cool” and “mysterious”, he cared for your well-being similar to how he cared for Johnny’s.

◘ And, he still wasn’t entirely sold on Ponyboy.

◘ So, for a while, neither of you told him. And even as the rest of the gang became aware of your relationship, Dally stayed in the dark.

◘ Hell, sometimes he didn’t even notice.

◘ He wasn’t actively looking for signs, he wouldn’t think about it much when he walked in to find you both quickly letting go of each others hand.

◘ And it stayed like that for a while.

◘ Pony would take you out for walks in the park, sometimes you both would just sit together at the back of the library and enjoy each others company.

◘ You would walk down to the DX or the Dairy Queen and grab a Pepsi, maybe enjoy some alone time getting comfortable on the Curtis’s couch.

◘ It wasn’t until a while later when it slipped out.

◘ The gang, once again, was at the Curtis house.

◘ Two, Steve, and Soda were sprawled across the couch- the television on and the first two boys holding a fresh beer in their hands.

◘ Two was already well into his 2nd or 3rd bottle, already losing it a bit as he didn’t need much to let loose.

◘ Darry was minding his own business, settled down in his arm chair, while Johnny, Pony, and you sat on the floor by the wall playing with a deck of cards.

◘ And Dallas was just coming in from a cigarette break out on the front porch.

◘ As soon as he had stepped foot in the house, Two was off the couch and on his way to cause more chaos.

◘ Of course, everyone in the house was already used to his bullshit.

◘ “Well heya Dally-o’-pal!” He slurs out, Dallas himself shrugging off Two-bit’s hand. “Eh, whaddya want this time Two.”

◘ Two, clearly unable to take a hint, proceeds to follow him around the living room. “Just wanted to see if ya wanted to come with me down to the dingo-“ he laughs out, “get it on with some chicks, y’know?”

◘ Dallas clicks his tongue, grabbing a beer from out of the fridge before filing back into the living room. “Ya’ really think you can get it on with a broad, Two? Y’sure are confident-“

◘ Two laughs again, alcohol still staining his breath.

◘ “Oh c’monnn, ya gotta catch up with your sister, man!” This causes you, Pony, and even Johnny to freeze up- you having been ignoring him until now.

◘ Dallas, confused, slowly turns to face Two-Bit. “What d’you mean ‘catch up’? I ain’t gotta catch up with nothing.”

◘ Pony groans, rubbing his eyes with his hands. “Two-bit..” he warns, but the taller boy doesn’t get the hint. He just laughs and gets closer to Dally.

◘ “Oh, well, yknow” he nods his head towards you and Pony in a teasing way.

◘ By now Dally is starting to put two and two together- looking right at you both with a hard stare. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, and he nods with narrowed eyes.

◘ “You macking on my sister, Ponyboy?” He asks in a deep, raspy voice. You scoff, you’ve been expecting this to happen.

◘ Steve reaches up and yanks Two-bit’s collar back, causing him to fall back onto the couch. “Two-bit, you moron!” He scolds.

◘ Dallas, as expected, pulled the whole “scary big brother” role. The beer he’d been drinking wasn’t helping with how he would take the news, but in the end he never threw a single hit.

◘ He fixed Ponyboy up with a hard glare, which Pony didn’t falter under as he just looked right back at him.

◘ In the end, the conversation died down with this;

◘ “Yknow I ever find her hurt, you’ll be hurting worse.” // “yeah, yeah I know Dallas.” Ponyboy has to hide his eye roll, looking at the wall for the remaining seconds of the stare down. Finally, Dally’s figure backs off.

◘ “Good to know we’re on the same page.”

◘ As soon as his back is turned, of course, you’re smiling just a bit and holding his hand. At first pony is glancing at Dallas multiple times, not sure if your hands were hidden behind his leg well enough.

◘ But, he almost smiles with you as he feels a sort of victory, the pettiness of staring Dally right in the eye, and getting to hold your hand tight only a minute afterwards.

#Ponyboy Curtis x fem reader #The outsiders #the outsiders x fem reader #Ponyboy curtis #66 recs&replies

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simemeoww · 7 months

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Caught red-handed

Author's note: This is based from my character Mateo, who happens to be a yandere. I made a visual novel where he is one of the main characters. If you wanna play my game(to what i will be really happy) here is the link: https://simemeow.itch.io/love-stuck

You're having trouble sleeping, though that's not big news. But you still continue to go to bed, hoping that you will fall asleep soon. And now, you closed your eyes and tried to direct all your strength to something that ordinary people don’t try to do. They were so lucky, you thought. Or maybe you trying too hard is your problem? Maybe you need to relax and let your body cope with this task without any tension. No. You've already tried. And not only that, but how many things have you not tried, including pills? They were the most effective, but Mateo, noticing that you were getting addicted to sleeping pills, decided to hide them from you somewhere away. This was his precaution; he explained to you more than once that this kind of pill quickly exposes a person to dependence, from which sleep hormones may no longer be released on their own. But did that bother you? Naturally not. You just want to sleep.

“Stupid Mateo,” you thought to yourself. He was with you on your foldout couch, scribbling something in his sketchbook. The artist was not yet planning to lie down next to you, letting his imagination run wild on the snow-white paper. Judging by the sounds emitted from his small pencil, used to the limit, he had not been in a state of passion for a long time, the kind that only inspiration can give. The sounds seemed to echo inside your skull, which irritated you greatly, causing your teeth and jaw to clench tightly.

But you won't interfere with Mateo. Let him draw, who knows when he will again depict something so zealously, when such a blessing will come to him, which, like a ghost, will inhabit his hand and create a work that Mateo will not look at with contempt. Well, there was also another reason why you needed to lie still. Mateo promised that he would spoil you with a pleasant surprise if you could fall asleep on your own without the help of drugs.

And now you're pretending to be asleep to get this mysterious surprise. "Crap. I want to get out of bed so badly. I can’t do it anymore,” you thought. At this point, Mateo stopped drawing. “Is he already done with his drawing? Somehow too fast,” flashed through your head.

Mateo put his sketchbook on the cabinet next to the sofa. His hands slowly reached up, causing the T-shirt he wore especially for sleeping to rise, showing the back of his back. Having relaxed a little, he sat back down on the bed. You felt something was wrong. Which made you want to open your eyes to make sure you were either safe or in danger. Mateo began to slowly crawl across the bed towards you. His body loomed over you, taking away your tiny opportunity to escape from him. Your heart beat hard and fast. Oh, this treacherous organ, just like that, easily betrays your true feelings, which you wanted to hide in the very depths of your body.

The realization came to you that Mateo's face was moving closer to you, due to his breath that you felt on your cheek. “And I know that you are not sleeping,” Mateo whispered quietly. You opened your eyes in surprise.

"Hahahaha. I knew that I was right. Usually, when you sleep, you snore a little,” Mateo said, smiling.

“How do you know,” you asked.

Mateo just laughed even louder. "It's a secret!" - he answered you.

"You watch me when I sleep!" – you screamed.

"Maybe. But I know that you are also watching my sleeping body. So I guess we're even, right?" - he asked you teasingly

#lovestuck #lovestuck mateo #lovestuck loren #male yandere #soft yandere #tw yandere #visual novel #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere visual novel #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere

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nametakensff · 1 year

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Keeping Count (s/tranger t/hings, s/teddie)

S/teve and E/ddie have a lot of kinky sex. That is genuinely the entire fic.

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Content:

S/teve and E/ddie can't keep their hands off each other after a long week of very little alone time. Lots of sex and sneezing ensues.

M/M, perfume and cologne allergies, manual inducing, sneezing on each other, spray and mess, dirty talk, some verbal teasing, brief mention of anal sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, a tiiiiny bit of foot stuff but I promise it's fleeting

CW: mentions of domestic abuse, murder

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Slapping this entire fic under a readmore because it is an INTENSELY NSFW 18 + FETISH FIC. Please do not interact if you are a minor and please be on your way if you stumble across this and it isn't your jam. Please also don't reblog to non-kink blogs!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy - this definitely got away from me 😭

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Steve couldn’t tell you what had gotten them so worked up today – something in the air, maybe? Whatever it was, he just couldn’t keep his hands off Eddie and the metalhead was the same. What had started with some quick cuddles on the couch had quickly turned into a mutual hand job, Steve balancing over Eddie on shaky arms as his boyfriend jerked them off with impatient pumps of his wrist. They’d barely finished coming when Eddie had flipped Steve over and gone down on his still hard cock – Steve passionately returned the favour after getting Eddie to back up over him in a makeshift sixty-nine position.

Afterwards, they’d bonelessly dragged themselves to the kitchen for a snack, intending to continue their fucking upstairs. Within minutes, however, they’d made use of the olive oil and were fucking against the kitchen counter instead, Eddie buried to the hilt in Steve until he came with a long, wordless moan against the mahogany cupboard doors. He’d pulled Eddie over the edge with him, coming with his usual shuddering gasps and keening moans. Three orgasms deep and neither of them were done, it seemed. It was a Friday night after a long week of conflicting shifts and barely any time spent together, and they both had Saturday and Sunday off. They could go as long as they wanted.

They’d eventually made their way up to the bedroom and hastily returned to kissing each other with all the desperation of drowning men coming up for air. It was insane how horny Steve felt – he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so many orgasms, so satisfying and so close together, without experiencing that familiar post-orgasm exhaustion beckoning him to sleep. And he hadn’t even – well, neither of them had suggested they indulge in their mutual fetish. It hadn’t even occurred to Steve, until this very moment, that he would VERY much like Eddie to sneeze all over him as soon as humanly possible.

Pulling away from the kiss with a lewd popping sound and a mutual moan from both of them, Steve stroked his thumb along Eddie’s right cheekbone, smiling softly as his boyfriend nuzzled his cheek into his palm.

“Hey, umm….I was thinking, do you wanna, maybe…?” It was still hard for Steve to outright ask Eddie to indulge him, even a year into their relationship, even knowing Eddie was as weak in the knees for his sneezing as he was for his. Eddie thought this was adorable (‘Oh my god, Steve big-boy Harrington, Hawkins High ladies man, sweating like a sinner in church because of my sneezes!’). It was more the older man’s style to outright straddle Steve and beg him to sneeze on him – he didn’t see the point in being coy, and he liked the way it made Steve blush right down to his chest every time he was so direct with him.

“Want me to tickle my nose and sneeze for you, baby?” Eddie purred, grin lazily spreading across his face as Steve (predictably) squirmed in response.

“Fuck, yes, please!” Steve lunged forward and sucked at the column of Eddie’s throat, making him chuckle and wrap his arms around Steve’s shoulders.

“I’ll sneeze as much as you want, Stevie, but you have to let me tickle your gorgeous nose, too. Deal?” Steve’s breath stuttered in the back of his throat. God, Eddie’s voice just did things to him.

“Deal.” He sucked a particularly large hickey on the left of Eddie’s neck then blew softly on the damp skin, feeling his heart beating a bruise against his chest as Eddie groaned appreciatively in response.

Eddie pushed him onto his back and down against the pillows of their bed, kissing Steve silly for a moment longer before kneeling up and reaching into the top draw of their bedside table. Amongst the condoms, lube and various vibrating toys (and the novelty purple dildo Eddie had bought for Steve a month into their relationship, quite honestly just to watch him fluster, but which had soon become a frequent and welcome addition in their sex) was a variety of inducing tools. Some hairpins, clothing tags, a long, ornate feather, some colognes and perfume samples. It would be handy to always have some flowers around, Eddie thought, since they really got him going like nothing else, but at the same time he didn’t want to be miserably congested day in and day out thanks to all that pesky plant jizz.

He picked up a hair pin and leaned forward over Steve, whose breathing had already picked up at the sight of Eddie rooting through the drawer. Eddie smirked.

Some kind of god damn Pavlovian response.

“So eager for me, baby…” he cooed, pressing their hard cocks together, blessedly and completely naked after having finally shucked off all their clothes. Steve moaned, his cock twitching and wet at the tip. Eddie could feel himself growing hotter in response.

“Haven’t even sneezed for you yet, Steven, you greedy boy!” he teased in a mock stern voice. Steve chuckled breathlessly, started to rut himself up against Eddie, eyes fixed on his face. Both moaned in unison on a particularly languid stroke.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Munson. Just get on with it, please, I’m seriously gonna bust before you even get started.”

Eddie giggled and brought the hair pin up to his right nostril.

“Minute man.” He teased, flinching playfully away from the gentle slap Steve aimed against the back of his head. Leaning further forward over Steve so that their hips and stomach pressed flush against each other and supporting himself on his folded left arm, he brought his face over Steve’s, curly tresses falling either side of his boyfriend’s head. He felt Steve wrap his arms around his slender waist and back as they continued to thrust against each other in a fastening rhythm. Steve swallowed hard as he watched the hairpin slide up into Eddie’s nose, the metalhead’s right nostril flaring slightly as if to welcome the sudden invasion.

It didn’t take long until Eddie’s breath started to falter, coming in gentle gasps and hitches. Steve felt like he was on fire; the passion that had already taken hold of him intensifying magnificently in that special way that only his fetish could do. His dick slipped up and against Eddie’s, almost embarrassingly wet with precum. Eddie was right, he was eager, so eager he could hardly believe it. Hyper-focused on the way the long-haired man’s expression gradually crumpled into that oh-so familiar pre-sneeze agony, he thanked his lucky fucking stars that he had Eddie, Eddie was his, and he was about to sneeze all over him.

With a decisive gasp, Eddie finally lost control.

“Eh-!! Ehhh’ngxt’chiew!! EGKT’chieww!! Ehhdt’Tchiew!! Ah..”

Steve moaned in appreciation as he felt each burst of warm air against his chin and neck, accompanied by a cool spray that sent tingles across the surface of his heated skin. His eyes couldn’t help but close reflexively with Eddie right up in his face, but every glimpse of his boyfriend’s contorted expression as the sneezes overwhelmed him were cock-teasingly attractive. He genuinely couldn’t last at this rate, he realised, and suddenly knew he wanted more.

Forcing himself to stop his own hips in their frantic thrusting – no small feat when he could practically taste his oncoming orgasm – he grabbed Eddie’s and stilled the older man with him. Eddie looked surprised and paused the hand reinserting the pin into his nostril.

“Are you ok, Steve?” he asked, dismay creeping into his voice. “Did I…do something wrong? Because oh, god, I’m sor-“

“Eddie! Eddie, no, baby, it’s fine. You’re good.” Steve ran a hand through Eddie’s curls, a soothing action that he hoped would immediately calm the older man down. It seemed to work and Eddie leaned into the touch, his eyes meeting Steve’s in silent contemplation.

With all of Eddie’s bravado and flirtation, Steve could easily forget that his boyfriend was actually a big bag of nerves half the time. He was terrified of hurting the people he loved. He remembered a couple of weeks into dating when Eddie had accidentally elbowed him in the jaw and spent the next 15 minutes on the edge of a nervous breakdown, as if he had just murdered a puppy instead of mildly jerking Steve’s head back. Steve had his suspicions that this was to do with Eddie’s dad. His boyfriend didn’t like to talk about it, but he knew he’d knocked Eddie and his mom around, and eventually killed his mom. Eddie could fight if he really needed to, but he hated it, hated violence in general unless it was in the form of a gory horror flick or in his D&D campaigns. (Steve had wondered to himself, and out loud to Eddie a few times, that if he hated fighting so much he should probably cool it with the histrionics and anti-conformist monologuing. Eddie had just laughed.)

The man in question was reassured but admittedly pretty frustrated. He knew Steve had been right on the edge of coming, and truth be told, he was too. He never imagined his own sneezes would get him so worked up, and they didn’t so much on their own, but seeing what they did to Steve – shit. His dick twitched in protest where it stood otherwise motionless up against Steve’s.

“As much as I appreciate these intimate moments between us, honey, I was kinda hoping we’d be busting a mutual nut right about now.”

He tried to shift his hips again, but Steve’s muscular arms kept him locked in place. Foiled once again by stupid, strong Steve and his dreamy biceps. He whined right up against Steve’s ear in a way that he knew was annoying. Steve angled his head away.

“Ok, ok! Enough! I just wanted – you know that cologne? The…dior stuff?”

Eddie nodded. Oh, he knew, all right.

“Want me to use that, Stevie?” He smiled as Steve’s soulful eyes twinkled in response.

“Please.”

Eddie separated himself from Steve now that those sinewy arms had freed him and reached back into the drawer. There was a collection of different scents, most being samples they’d raided from the mall, but some were full on bottles. The dior cologne in question had been Robin and Nancy’s combined Christmas gift to Steve, who had been devastated to find that Eddie couldn’t come within 10 feet of him without sneezing himself breathless – at least, until, he realised that although he may have lost an everyday signature scent, he had gained what was effectively a new sex toy for him and his boyfriend.

Securing the bottle in his grasp and leaning back over Steve, Eddie noticed that neither of their erections had flagged, and Steve’s was looking harder than ever. God, but it had felt so good in his mouth earlier. Giving in to his intrusive thoughts, as was his speciality, Eddie leaned forward and licked a long line with the flat of his tongue from base to head of Steve’s cock. Steve yelped in response, dick jerking against the sensation and another bead of precum gathering at the tip. Eddie sucked it into his mouth before crawling his way up the rest of Steve’s body.

“Eddie, so hot, fuck! Nearly made me cum.”

“Sorry, big boy, couldn’t resist.” He planted a kiss between Steve’s furrowed brows and sat back, leaning over him.

“Ok, how do you want me to do this? Want me to spray it in the air, or want me to spray it on you?”

Steve’s cock twitched again at the memory of Eddie using the cologne on Steve’s skin and pretending to be allergic to him while they fucked. It was tempting, but he wanted to drag out Eddie’s reaction.

“In the air.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” With that, Eddie sprayed the cologne into the space in front of him and above Steve, as well as a few haphazardly aimed squirts in random clouds around them. He shook his head softly and reflexively cleared his throat as the overpowering scent surrounded him. He hovered forward over Steve, leaning back just enough so Steve could watch, and took both of their cocks in a loose fist.

God, this stuff was strong. Eddie coughed a couple of times as the scent seemed to grow even stronger. His eyes were already watering, and he could feel his nostrils flaring wide. Suddenly, his breath snagged, and with hardly any warning his head shot forward with the force of his first allergic fit.

“Hhhoh, oh my gohhhdDD’TCHIEW!! HEhdt’CHIEW!! Hh-hH’ENGXT’shieww!!!”

The sneezes burst out of him with a fittish intensity, so strong and so itchy he was powerless to control them. He could only let them happen, enjoying the tickle and release as they rained down on his boyfriend. He was trying his best to move the hand holding their cocks in its grasp, but at most he was reflexively squeezing them with each explosion.

Steve was in ecstasy. He loved when Eddie lost all control, loved how easily his allergies broke him down into a desperate, sniffly mess. He could hear just how much his love’s nose tickled with each richly vocal release, could feel how his body needed to rid itself of the irritation as quickly and violently as possible with the force at which the spray showered him, how Eddie’s head rocked forward with the effort. He dug his fingers into Eddie’s thighs, hips bucking up involuntarily. He was already done for, just a few more sneezes and he’d shoot. From experience, he knew Eddie was only getting started.

“Hh’Hh’HEH-!! Ehggxtshieww! GSSH’yue!! IGGksh’iew!! HAH’ESHHH’iewww!! Hholy shit-!”

Maybe he’d sprayed too much, Eddie wondered as his lungs snagged yet another breath to fuel the never-ending tickle. He could barely open his eyes as the oncoming sneezes teased him, his entire face an itching mess as his sinuses protested against the pervasive scent. He wanted to watch Steve come but it looked like an impossibility at this rate.

Steve could feel the start of a glorious orgasm coming on, his cock twitching and throbbing against his boyfriend’s as his muscles started to tighten. He knew Eddie was going to sneeze throughout, prolonging his pleasure, and the very thought had his mouth dropping open into an ‘O’, eyelids starting to flutter as his boyfriend suffered and strained above him.

Eddie was mindful of the way Steve’s fingers flexed against his thighs, knowing he was right on the edge of orgasm. He ushered in the next wave of sneezes and squeezed his fingers around their lengths.

“GSSH’ew-GXT’shiew-IGGSH’iew-ISHH’ieww!! HAHDtt!! HAH-EGSHH’IEW!!”

Steve orgasmed, moaning loudly as his head pushed back against the pillows, pleasure spreading outwards from his throbbing cock and throughout his body. He twitched helplessly, all the while Eddie’s continuous fit burst down in clouds of delicate spray, electrifying him. It felt like ages until he wound down, though he knew it had only in reality been a matter of seconds. His eyes had closed as his passion crested, and they remained shut as he lay back with a satisfied sigh, endorphins pulling his lips into a wide smile.

Fuuuck, that had been good.

He could feel Eddie still shuddering above him, albeit with softer and more spaced out expulsions he was now aiming half-heartedly at a raised forearm. He peered up at him with adoration.

“Egk’tsiew!...Ehdt’chiew!...Heh! ESH’iew!...HIT’chiewww!”

“Holy shit, baby….you good? Bless you, by the way.”

Eddie opened his bleary eyes and cracked a lopsided grin down at Steve.

“Peachy keen, Jelly beeannnNGXT’shiew! Eh’tchiew! Ahh, god…”

Steve felt Eddie wobble, dangerously close to toppling over the side of the bed. He pulled Eddie gently by the elbow to lay down beside him, humming appreciatively as he felt a few more breathy sneezes spray across his shoulder on the way down. His semen was already starting to dry in sticky stripes across his abdomen, even up to his chest where it had landed in a series of spurts. Feeling giddy in the afterglow, he hugged Eddie close and sighed against his messy mop of hair. He should clean up. He should get Eddie off – he could feel his cock pushing into his hip, though less hard than it had been – but his bones had been replaced with molten liquid and all he could do was beam stupidly up at the ceiling.

Eddie let Steve hold his face to his chest, mere inches away from where his cum was spattered atop the hair that grew there. His sneezing had slowed but his eyes were pink and itchy, twinning with his equally pink nostrils that flared against the mess that was slowly starting to gather and leak out of them. He badly needed to blow his nose and splash some water on his face. He’d definitely sprayed too much of the shit, but was happy he’d given Steve such a killer orgasm. The former jock always became extra clingy after a particularly satisfying nut. He wanted to lie there with him a little longer, it was just, he had to-

“S-Steve, I’m gonna-! I need to-! HEHHH’EGXSHTTT!!”

He’d barely gotten his hand to his face in time to catch the tidal wave of mess that burst forth with that most powerful sneeze. Wriggling his way out of Steve’s grasp and ignoring the gentle protest, he padded his way across the room to the ensuite to clean himself up.

Steve lay and listened as Eddie blew his nose in the bathroom, each gurgling blow sending a pleasant thrumming throughout his limbs. He wasn’t even aware he had started to doze until he felt the sensation of his boyfriend wiping him clean with a damp washcloth.

“Mmmth’nks….” He managed to mumble, reaching for Eddie’s wrist and giving it an appreciative squeeze.

“I’b waki’g you up in 5 mbinutes, you ridiculous mban.”

“Hmmm…” Steve hummed in confirmation before letting himself slip into unconsciousness.

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“…evie. Steeeevie….Earth to Steven…”

Steve woke to the sensation of gentle fingers tracing along his jawline and Eddie’s singsong voice. He lifted his arms over his head and tensed into a full body stretch, feeling satisfied and well-rested. Opening his eyes, he looked up at his boyfriend. Eddie was sitting upright on the side of the bed, one arm at Steve’s side as he hovered over him.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Mn…morning?? How long was I out?”

“A whole nine hours. I sure did fuck you good, huh?”

Steve shot up. He felt awful. Did he really just pass out and leave Eddie hanging like that? Glancing over at the alarm clock on his dresser, it read – wait.

“You bastard!” He laughed and swatted at Eddie affectionately. The metalhead laughed back and ducked away from the blow.

“I cannot believe you fell for that, Harrington! I know I’m amazing in the sack, but still!”

“So I’ve been out for what, a half hour?”

Eddie shook his head.

“Nope. Five minutes, exactly. You and I had a deal, after all.”

Steve could practically feel the shift in Eddie’s energy as his intentions were made clear. He lifted a small pink bottle up for Steve to see, an unburdened intensity sparkling in those huge, brown eyes. Steve noticed that he looked slightly worse for wear, nose painfully pink and eyes a little puffy, but it didn’t seem to be bothering Eddie as he inched closer and captured Steve’s lips in a passionate kiss. Steve groaned into his mouth and, amazingly, felt his cock stir again. Man, what was with them today, anyway?!

Eddie pulled back from the kiss and began to pepper smaller, almost saccharine kisses along Steve’s jaw, his cheeks, over his forehead and closed eyes, and finally down the bridge of his nose. Steve’s nostrils twitched reflexively, the movement not lost on Eddie. He hummed and reached up to trace the length of Steve’s nose, tantalisingly slow.

“Fuck, Stevie, I love your nose. It’s so perfect.”

Steve blushed and smiled shyly. It made him feel all kinds of soft whenever Eddie heaped praise on him, which was often.

Eddie tilted Steve’s head back with a delicate touch to his chin, and reached out with his other hand to run a forefinger round Steve’s exposed nostrils.

“So sexy. Want to tickle you, make you sneeze all over me, cover me with your spray. Would you like that?” Eddie purred, bringing himself closer to Steve until their chests pressed together. Steve would like that, god, he loved how unabashed Eddie was, how forthcoming he was with his own desire. Steve was gradually working on being more vocal himself, but it still amazed him how shameless his boyfriend was. He should’ve known that how mouthy and bossy the Dungeon Master was in his Hellfire endeavours would translate in bed, but it had shocked him all the same. Not that he was complaining – it was liberating to be with someone so eager to please and with such a sure-fire clarity in what they wanted. When he was sleeping with girls, he’d always felt this pressure to be the man, to take control and lead the way. He’d still enjoyed the sex, sure, and some of his previous flings had been more proactive than others, but all of that paled in the face of Eddie’s enthusiasm.

“Yesss, please, I’ll do whatever you want. So hot, Eddie. Keep talking to me.”

Eddie grinned and leaned in for another lingering kiss.

“I think you know what I want you to do.” He lifted the small perfume bottle up between them. “But I’ll tell you anyway.”

He shifted them backwards so that Steve was sat upright against the headboard, Eddie sitting in his lap. The younger man could see that they were both hard again, Eddie’s cock stiff and bobbing in the air as he shifted. Steve remembered with a sudden pang of guilt that Eddie hadn’t finished yet and reached down to grasp him, stroking him a couple of times conciliatorily. His boyfriend moaned appreciatively but held Steve’s hand still just a moment later.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’ll be coming my brains out in a matter of minutes anyway, I’m sure.” He smiled.

“Now, I want you to take this bottle, I want you to breathe in as much as you can handle, and I want you to sneeze all over me, baby.”

Steve cursed under his breath and fumbled with the bottle’s pump. He sprayed it a few times into the air between them then placed it back on the bedside table. He knew from experience it would take a few minutes to get him going, but when he started, it was sight to be seen. He saw Eddie unconsciously lick his lips in anticipation.

“Remember when I had the worst reaction to this stuff a few months back?” Steve said, resuming his stroking of Eddie’s cock, but with a slower, looser grip to prolong the inevitable explosion.

“Hnnn….of course I remember, baby. I couldn’t keep my goddamn eyes off your face. I was stuttering every other word. I had to hide the boner to end all boners, right there in the middle of a motherfucking Burger King!” That got a chuckle out of both of them.

“Poor Nance,” Eddie went on. “She had no clue her new perfume would trigger such a nuclear reaction.”

“I felt so bad, but I just couldn’t help it.” Steve felt Eddie twitch in his grasp. The tickle was starting the build in his nostrils, and he felt them flare ever so slightly. He sniffled back some of the moisture starting the gather there, simultaneously fuelling the itch. Eddie moaned.

“No, Stevie, you completely lost it. You couldn’t even get a word out. All you could do was sniffle and sneeze and I was absolutely done for. I have no idea how I waited long enough to get you home before jumping your bones. I would’ve taken you right there in the Burger King bathroom.”

Steve scrunched up his face.

“Gross!” He giggled, then sniffled again, nostrils twitching wildly. He felt Eddie’s gaze burning into him, hyper-focused on every shift of his features.

“Oh, definitely gross. Repulsive, even. But that’s what you do to me. You make me a little bit insane, Steve.”

The younger man squeezed his cock at the same time he let out an intensely juicy sniffle, and Eddie bit his lip. He was definitely gonna come soon. He could practically feel his toes curling in preparation.

“Ahh…do you need to sneeze, big boy?” He asked, knowing the answer to his own question but asking it just to make them both squirm.

“Yhh…Yesss. It’s comIIHng…!” Steve managed to gasp out, feeling the tickle finally taking hold, pulling his head back and his mouth wide open, sucking in a final breath to fuel the explosion, and-

“Heh’nggxt’shiew! Gnnxt’shiew! Tck’shiew!! Fuck!”

Steve felt his own sneeze recede immediately, shaking his head involuntarily as that huge inhale left him all at once. He looked at his boyfriend, who was sheepishly scrubbing at his own pink nostrils, mashing them back and forth in frustration. Steve’s cock throbbed pleasantly between his legs.

“What’s the big deal, Eds?” He teased, blinking back allergic tears as his interrupted tickle began to build anew. “I know you like to have the last say and all, but I’m pretty sure you would have liked to hear me out first.”

“Ugh, shut upppp!” Eddie rubbed at his eyes with closed fists, more than a little embarrassed. Steve was enamoured. “I sprayed too much of that damn cologne – it’s still bothering me.” He admitted, obviously aggravated that his own reaction had halted Steve’s. It was adorable. Steve leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s twitching nostrils. The metalhead’s expression immediately crumpled and he shook with another stifled fit.

“Inngxxt!! NG’xxt! NGXXT’shiew! Uh, Steve!”

“Sorry, sorry. You’re cute, is all.”

Eddie ground his itchy nostrils against his knuckles, a slight squelching sound reaching Steve’s ears.

“Steeeeve. Please, I need you to sneeze. I’m going crazy!”

“Y-you’re already snf!! Crazy-hiH!!” Steve’s breath started to hitch, and he leaned back into the sensation. Teetering on the edge of an explosion, he suddenly felt Eddie’s finger prod the bridge of his nose. As much as Steve wanted to tease his boyfriend for his childish impatience, it was all he could do to steel himself against the overwhelming sensation that left him reeling. He sucked in a huge breath of air, nostrils flared wide, fingers tensing where they lay on Eddie’s left thigh and around his throbbing cock. He held that breath a second longer before it burst out of him in an intensely loud, wet sneeze.

“HH’TISHHHHH!!!”

He heard Eddie groan in pleasure. He had aimed that sneeze down at his crotch, and by the sounds of it (and the sensation of spray over his own forearm and fist), he’d hit his target. He had about a second to spare before more sneezes overpowered him, his fit really getting going.

“HAEEESHHHH!! H’TISHHHH! AEG’KSHHH!!! ISSSSHHHH!”

Eddie bucked wildly into Steve’s fist, gasping as each sneeze baptised his stomach and throbbing cock in a generous cloud of spray. Steve’s sneezes were just so big. He knew Steve was embarrassed by how uncontrollably loud and intense his outbursts were, but as far as Eddie was concerned, the louder and the messier, the better. He couldn’t quite believe that the younger man, on top of being absolutely gorgeous, kind and compassionate, had the most cock-teasingly sexy sneezes he had every had the pleasure of witnessing, and certainly the pleasure of experiencing splash across his heated skin.

“HEH!! HEH-ISSSSHHHHH!! TISHHHH! HAEGKSHHH!!”

The metalhead felt his face heat and thighs begin to twitch as Steve’s fit ushered in his impending orgasm. He found himself mumbling words of encouragement, as he always did when he was close to coming, completely unable to stop himself. It could be pretty embarrassing and was entirely involuntary, so he was glad Steve liked when he couldn’t shut up.

“Bless you, honey! So good, baby, fuck!! Keep going! Uhnn, come on, spray me, don’t hold back! Please, Steve, it’s so good, sooo good, ooooh, fuck!!”

He was babbling, and he knew it. It was as though the closer he came to orgasm, any remaining filter absolutely ceased to exist and anyone’s guess was as good as his as to what he’d come out with next.

Steve erupted with a particularly juicy sneeze that left his nose and mouth dripping. He was a complete mess and it was turning Eddie on beyond belief. He felt the telltale tightening in his stomach, his balls pulling up as his dick gave a pre-emptive throb in Steve’s sweaty palm.

“Fuck, baby, gonna come! Gonna come, gonna come, I’m coming-!”

Steve inhaled deeply, his chest visibly expanding under the strain of taking in such a huge breath. His damp nostrils twitched violently, one last decisive contraction before his fit culminated in a final, cleansing “HAH-TISHHHHHH!!!!”

With that monster of a sneeze from his love bathing his cock in an unbelievable cloud of spray, Eddie came hard, face twisted in a mask of ecstasy. He shuddered as the orgasm pulsed through him, much more intense than usual and robbing him of his voice. All he could think was Steve, Steve, Steve. He heard Steve call out his name at one point and felt the tensing of his muscular thighs under his own. Eventually finding some element of control, he let himself mumble his boyfriend’s name over and over, twitching as he wound down from his climax.

As the waves of ecstasy abated, Eddie sighed and shook his hair out of his face. He grinned at Steve, taking in the combined mess of what appeared to be both their semen and Steve’s snot all over the younger man’s chest and stomach.

“Wheeeww, that was fuckin’ awesome, babe! God bless you!!” he leaned forward to plant a kiss on Steve’s lips, not minding the tendrils of mess that hung from his nostrils down to his chin. He shivered pleasantly, completely energised by the endorphins surging through his system. In contrast to Steve’s post-orgasm exhaustion, the older man found that orgasm only gave him a stronger burst of energy. And god, that had been some orgasm.

Steve snuffled wetly, reaching blindly for anything to wipe his face with. Eddie handed him the box of tissues from beside the bed which he took gratefully. Blushing at the extent of the damage that fit had done, he mopped first at the mess on his chin and lips before blowing his nose, almost sighing with the relief of easing that congestion. It took him about 5 sets of tissues and numerous blows before he was done. How the fuck his body could make so much snot in such a short amount of time, he would never know.

He was conscious of Eddie watching his face intently even as he took it upon himself to clean Steve’s shockingly sticky abdomen with the clean corners of the same washcloth as earlier, unceremoniously dumped on the nightstand. Even after so many orgasms they had still both come a ridiculous amount. Eddie (painfully) restrained himself from drawing patterns in the ropes of cum with his index finger – well, no more than one – and felt desire blossom in the pit of his stomach with every nose blow and exhalation from Steve. He felt giddy, as high as if he’d smoked several joints all to himself but better. If he could bottle sex with Steve and sell it, he’d be a goddamn millionaire.

He heard Steve sigh tiredly into the bundle of tissues clutched to his face. Having cleaned up as best he could without the effort of dragging himself to the bathroom for a fresh washcloth (he was sure his knees would have given out), he pressed himself on top of the younger man, wrapping his limbs around him in a possessive embrace (“Like some sex-crazed octopus”, Steve had once said), and pressed kisses to his collar bone.

“You good?” He asked between kisses.

“Mm. I’m great. That was like, stupidly intense. I’m just shocked I managed to come again.”

“That’s five times for you, now.” Eddie chuckled. “You’re beating me by one!”

Steve snorted in amusement.

“I thought you hated math!”

Eddie glanced up at him with a deadpan expression.

“Now I may not be Dustin Henderson, but I can at least count to five, Stevie. Ten, on a good day.”

Steve wrinkled his nose.

“Ugh, don’t bring up Henderson right now. I love the kid but he is not suitable pillow talk.”

Eddie had to agree. He took in Steve’s weary but serene features, how pretty he looked with a gentle blush on his cheeks, the twinkle in his soft eyes. He wore his post-orgasm glow well. His damp nostrils, worried slightly pink from all the recent attention, flared slightly with occasional sniffles. The longhaired man suddenly felt such an intense wave of affection for him thar he could hardly contain himself. So he didn’t.

“God, I really, really love you, Steve.” His voice was pretty thick with emotion. How embarrassing. Steve locked eyes with his, and it felt like his heart was being squeezed in a vice, so full of love for him it was painful.

“I really, really love you too, Eds.” Steve said, voice equally strained.

They leaned in for a deep, languid kiss, the sheer passion of it sending sparks through each of them. Eddie realised in surprise that tears had formed at the corner of his eyes; Steve noticed the same with himself, and as they both pulled back they laughed, feeling foolish but completely at ease.

“God, what the hell is up with us, today?” Steve pawed at his eyes.

“Must be all the killer sex. Makes you loopy.” Eddie giggled, feeling like he’d won the lottery.

Steve chuckled softly in response before yawning. Loudly. Like a fucking lion. Like a dad after sitting on a couch for 5 minutes after work. Eddie found that he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, almost hysterically. Every time he thought he was done, he just kept going. It just kept getting funnier.

“Oh lord, I’ve broken him.” Steve rolled his eyes, running a hand down Eddie’s shaking back, smiling at the sensation of Eddie’s crumpled face pressed up against his neck.

The sound of his boyfriend’s laughter and the gentle shaking of the limbs wrapped around him started to lull Steve to sleep, which he welcomed. He was completely and utterly satisfied. He could die in his sleep and he wouldn’t have cared. Vaguely aware of Eddie rolling slightly to the side and pulling the covers over them both, he let the exhaustion overwhelm him and pull him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Eddie awoke in grave annoyance to a prickling tickle brewing in his sinuses. He didn’t even have time to open his eyes before he was cringing into a hastily stifled fit.

“Ih’nggxt! Nnkkt! Ngxt-Ngxt-Ih-ngxt!!” His nose bumped Steve’s collar bone as he bit down on them, using willpower alone (and years of practice) to smother them almost into silence.

The older man cautiously opened his eyes and glanced up at Steve. Nope, still out like a light. He was a heavy sleeper at the best of times and their sex had guaranteed his almost coma-like unconsciousness. Eddie sniffled and shifted to look over Steve’s shoulder at his alarm clock. 2:30 AM. So he’d only managed a couple of hours of sleep before being rudely awoken. He sighed and brought a hand up to his nose to wrestle the next fit into submission.

“Iggxt! IGGk’tt!! Ing’kk!! Ughh…” Those had been much harder to stifle, even having pinched his trembling nostrils between a thumb and forefinger. He had definitely overdone it with that fucking cologne. As the tickle blossomed again, so itchy he felt his eyes filling with tears, he realised he was going to have to take something or he’d be mouth-breathing for the rest of his weekend. He unwound himself from Steve and climbed over the side of the bed, thankfully keeping his balance, and started to make his way to their ensuite.

Somehow, in the couple of strides he’d made across the room, the tickle reared its head so violently he gasped with it, senses reeling. He’d had a hand halfway to his face, intending to pinch his nostrils shut in a last-effort attempt to hold back the inevitable, but he hadn’t been fast enough.

“HADDDT’SHIEWWW!!” He trembled where he stood, the sneeze so powerful that he could feel goosebumps breaking out all over his skin. He shivered, completely naked and unable to take a single step further as more sneezes had him cringing into his hands, steepled desperately over his face. As he sneezed, he was aware of his boyfriend sitting upright in bed. His face flushed. Had he really been loud enough to wake up Steve??

“Higg’xtt! Iggxt! Inng’xtt!! ENGK’tchieww!!”

“Jesus, baby, are you ok?”

Eddie lowered his hands intending to reply, but another sneeze burst free.

“EHDT’jjshieww!!”

“Bless you!”

“Ugh. Tha’gks.” Eddie snuffled, tickle abated temporarily, and made his way into the bathroom. Steve frowned and trailed after him, stumbling slightly through the door frame and cringing under the bright light. Eddie was rooting through the cabinet, looking for allergy medication. He made to grab for a bottle, but another flurry of desperate sneezes stopped him dead in his tracks. Steve guided him to sit down on the closed toilet lid and thrust a handful of tissues at him.

“Here, honey. I’ve got you.”

Eddie gratefully accepted the tissues, eyes streaming and nostrils flaring as he wound up for another fit. Steve grabbed the antihistamines and poured Eddie a glass of water, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth as he watched his boyfriend suffer. He felt awful for him, but even worse that his traitor cock was starting to harden in response to the continuous litany of itchy little sneezes. Once the metalhead’s latest fit had finished, painfully muffled into the increasingly dampened wad of tissues, Steve held out the meds and water for Eddie to take. He kneeled in front of him, rubbing his knee in an attempt to sooth him.

“What happened, Eds?”

Eddie cleared his throat in response, sounding much worse for wear than he had even a few minutes ago.

“I defid’i’dly overdid it with the colod’gne. Fucki’g stupid. Thi’gk more got on you tha’d I Hh!!-thoughtTT’shiew! Fuck!”

Steve felt for him, he really did. He was lucky that his allergic reactions seemed to move on pretty quickly once the direct stimulus had been removed or dispersed. Sure, he tended to make a scene with the sheer volume and messiness of his sneezes, but at the very least, they did the job. He knew that Eddie could go for hours if he wasn’t careful. He cursed himself for falling asleep before washing up properly – he should’ve had a quick shower, at the very least. He hadn’t known Eddie to have such a negative reaction to this particular cologne in all the times they’d used it, but he guessed if Eddie said he’d sprayed too much of the stuff, they’d just have to be more careful next time.

Still, Steve thought, the reaction it’d induced in his boyfriend had been just incredible. He felt his cock stiffen further at the memory, biting his lip to hold back a soft moan.

He jolted suddenly at the feeling of Eddie pressing his heel into the base of his erection. His hips bucked involuntarily up against the pressure and the moan he had been trying so hard to suppress slipped out of him.

“E’djoying yourself, S’devie? Getti’g off to m’by m’bisery?” Eddie ground his heel against Steve’s cock, smirking as the younger man cursed and rubbed his length against the side of his foot.

“What the hell, Munson!“ Steve raised his eyebrows in surprise, noticing that Eddie’s own cock was starting to rise. “I was worried about you for no reason!” He snorted.

“Sure did’t look like it to m’be, S’deven. No’dt sure your dick is keepi’g up with your brai’d.” He blew his nose, continuing to press his heel against Steve.

Steve ground his teeth and grabbed Eddie by the ankle, lowering the offending foot to the ground.

“Ok, ok, enough of that!” He snapped, earning an amused giggle from Eddie. “You horny bastard, how could you possibly be getting hard again?”

“Pots and Kettles, sweetheart. You’re not exactly a picture of chastity yourself right now.” Mercifully, Eddie had managed to clear his airways for the most part with that most recent blow. He could still feel the tickle wreaking havoc in the depths of his sinuses, but for the moment it seemed to be giving him a break.

“You know what would make your poor, suffering boyfriend feel better?” He flashed his huge brown eyes at Steve in mock sincerity. Steve chuckled.

“I don’t know, Eds, but I have a feeling it might involve your cock and my mouth.” Eddie beamed.

“You know me so well.” He patted Steve on the head.

“Unbelievable. You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” Steve got to his feet and pulled Eddie up by the wrist, dragging them both back into the bedroom.

“Oh, I know.”

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“MMmn, fuck, Steve-!”

Eddie’s fingers flexed in Steve’s hair, encouraging the younger man to take him deeper into his mouth. His head bumped against the headboard as he tossed it back, the slight pain all but eclipsed by the pleasurable sensations of what felt like Steve sucking his entire essence out of his cock. His pretty mouth kissing and suctioning on the head, strong hand grasping the bottom of his shaft whilst his other hand interchangeably pulled on his balls and teased at his hole. Eddie was overwhelmed with the myriad of sensations in the best possible way. Steve kept him guessing but gave him the consistency he needed to reach a most excellent orgasm, every time. He’d never been with a guy before Eddie (the older man had been the same), but took it like a champ, like a duck to water.

Steve felt Eddie twitch in his mouth, felt his fingers clawing at his scalp, messing up whatever remaining semblance of the carefully sculpted style he had forced his hair into on Friday morning. Normally, messing with his famed mop was off limits, but he made exceptions for Eddie. Hell, they didn’t even feel like exceptions to him.

He chuckled around his boyfriend’s cock, feeling as proud as he always did when he reduced the metalhead to a twitching, needy mess. He gave good head and he knew it. The vibrations had Eddie practically growling in response, bucking up into Steve’s mouth, frustrated at the strong forearms that held his thighs down (“For your sake and mine” Steve had said the first time after Eddie had nearly gagged him).

“God, baby, your mouth, it feels so good, so fucking good, shit-“ He was cut off by his own keening wail as Steve swirled his tongue and sucked hard before aiming a pointed lick right over the older man’s urethra. Fuck, he knew just what to do and when, knew what he wanted even before Eddie did himself. Sensing that Eddie was close, Steve moved forward to take in more of his boyfriend’s length and started to suck in earnest, head bobbing rhythmically.

Eddie’s toes curled. As he felt the orgasm starting to build, he replayed Steve’s incredible fit from earlier that evening, moaning at the memory of the desperate sound of them, the feeling of the spray raining down on his stomach, his thighs, his throbbing cock.

He was so close, so close to hurtling over the proverbial edge, when to his utter annoyance and reluctant arousal, he felt the allergic tickle that had plagued him return with a vengeance. Nostrils flaring into wide circles, he gasped and delivered several wet, fittish sneezes into the air in front of him and down at his crotch.

“Eh’gkk’tshiew! Engxxt’chiew! Hadt’ISSHuue!! Hah-hh, fuuck-“ He felt Steve pulling off of him and shivered as his spit-slick cock bobbed naked in the air.

“Baby, are you-“

“Fine, I’m fine, just-! Please, Stevie, please don’t stop, make me cum, I’m begging you!”

Well, couldn’t say no to that. Steve resumed as before, happily taking his boyfriend back into his mouth. His own cock twitched where it hung neglected between his legs at the absolutely shameless moaning and dirty talk pouring out of Eddie as he slowly fell to pieces.

He heard the metalhead gasp, a decidedly sneeze-related inhalation rather than pleasure, and Steve hesitated for just a moment before remembering it was ok to continue. His jaw was starting the ache slightly, but he pushed it to the back of his mind, focusing on the pleasant thrumming between his legs and the sound of his boyfriend desperately hitching above him.

“Hh-hh-hih!! Hddt-!! NGX’shuee! GISHH’uue! Heh’GKK’shieww!!”

Steve moaned around the length in his mouth, letting the spray rain over him and savouring every desperate, vocal release.

“Higg’shieww! Ehdt’shieww! Hah!! HAHDJSHH’ieww!!”

Shit, Steve thought, 6 in a row with no pause. Not unusual for Eddie per se, but that cologne was sure doing a number on him. His cheeks hollowed with effort as he sped up slightly and sucked a little harder. Eddie continued to rock forward into Steve’s grasp, helplessly convulsing with each explosion.

“HEHDT’shieww! HADT’chieww! Egxt’shiew! Exsshhh!!!”

Holy shit, was that ten now?! Steve’s cock twitched almost painfully where it hung unattended. He was a little worried but the arousal and desire to please his boyfriend won out. He pulled at Eddie’s balls, gently rolling them in his palm, really pulling out all the stops.

“ggshh!-Igshhh!-ESHhhh!-hddshhh!”

Fourteen back to back, consecutive sneezes, holy shit! Steve could tell Eddie was running out of steam, those last few having lacked his usual dramatic vocal exclamation, instead pure bursts of warm air and spray issued between clenched teeth. His boyfriend’s cock lurched spasmodically against his tongue, a sure-fire sign that he was about to come. Head swimming with arousal, Steve prepared himself to swallow, all whilst the longhaired man dramatically built up to the climax of his impressive fit.

“Hh-HUH!! Hh-HH-H’IH! HAHDDT-!! AHHDTT’SHIIEWW!!!”

That had done it. With that final intense explosion, Eddie came hard into Steve’s mouth, limbs locking and head tipped back in ecstasy. Steve swallowed reflexively against each spurt of cum, relaxing his throat and flattening his tongue to the base of his mouth. He didn’t realise just how close he had been to orgasm himself until Eddie had muttered an involuntary, satisfied “Ohh, yeah…”, voice thick with pleasure. It had been this little sigh, and the sudden thought of ‘fifteen rapid allergy sneezes’ that sent Steve over the edge, coming untouched, shooting across the sheets at the foot of their bed.

Steve had finished coming before Eddie was done twitching in his mouth. He wondered whether that fit right up to the edge of orgasm had elevated the experience for his boyfriend, then tucked the thought away to be returned to a later time. Eddie was panting softly, eyes still closed where he sank down into his pillow. Steve took his softening cock out of his mouth and on shaky legs went to retrieve a second washcloth.

Eddie, finally replete with satisfaction and completely depleted of any energy to spare, felt Steve gently wipe his face clean. He let his boyfriend lift him up by the shoulders and blew his sore nose into the cloth Steve folded around his nose, letting him pinch his nostrils for him in turn. He was, frankly, exhausted. Gratefully returning to his reclined position, he sighed as Steve wiped his cock clean, then felt a movement at the base of their bed. He glanced down and saw the younger man scrubbing at their sheets.

“Make a mess, Stevie?” He drawled.

Steve looked up at him with those pretty brown eyes and smiled bashfully.

“Sorry. My bad. I’ll throw these in the wash first thing.”

He tossed the cloth aside and made to pull the covers up over Eddie. Before he could slip in beside him, he noticed his boyfriend holding his arms open, all puppy dog eyes and pouting, expectantly waiting for him to crawl into his embrace. He let himself flop on top of Eddie, catching himself on strong forearms so as not to completely crush him, but earning a soft, winded “oof!” in response. He laughed breathily next to his ear and kissed his blushing cheeks.

“So, that was pretty intense, huh?” He heard Eddie huff out a small laugh at that.

“You can say that again. Fucking christ.”

“Your allergies are super impressive, dude.”

“Ha! If only I could’ve taken AP histamine production. That would’ve straightened out my GPA for sure.”

It was a goofy suggestion but beyond the absurdity it still left a pleasant, warm fluttering in the base of Steve’s stomach.

“You know you just sneezed fifteen times in a row without, like, any break at all. I thought you were gonna run out of oxygen or something.”

Eddie turned a bleary eye towards Steve.

“You were keeping count? You fucking nerd.” He giggled.

Steve bit gently down on his right earlobe as punishment, hearing Eddie gasp softly in response.

“I don’t wanna hear it from the guy keeping tabs on my orgasms like it’s some competition!”

Eddie pouted, playing up a faux sulky demeanour.

“You’re still beating me. That’s six for you now, five for me. Can’t stop yourself from shooting even when you’re sucking cock for my benefit?”

Steve flushed at this. He really hadn’t intended to come again, but that fit had ruined him.

“Y-yeah, well, you made it so I kind of had no say in the matter.” Untouched, like some horny middle schooler. He cringed a little.

Eddie noticed the way Steve deflated, immediately regretting the teasing. He ran his mouth so often he sometimes forgot to read the room. Even to his own ears, that last comment had sounded a little mean. Fine line between being a lovable troublemaker and a jerk, Munson. Refusing to spiral and determined to cheer his boyfriend right back up, he squeezed him closer.

“Shh, I’m just messing with you, honey. I love that you came because of me. I want you to cum all the time. I’d have you cumming round the clock at regularly scheduled intervals if I had my way.”

Steve laughed in earnest and Eddie felt the panic that he’d majorly fucked up reside. He knew Steve needed praise, and lots of it – his parents were almost completely absent and never cared to say much of anything to Steve that wasn’t flavoured with criticism. Sometimes his sarcasm and teasing came across a little too strong, he knew it. He’d been a bit of a tyrant (ok, still was) with the rest of the Hellfire Club, and had definitely scared girls off before by joking a little too much. But he was learning, and Steve was as compassionate and forgiving as ever, just as he had been that first time they had been alone in the upside down. His unwavering patience and kindness throughout the worst couple of days of Eddie’s life had saved him, and continued to save him. He nuzzled into Steve’s forehead and kissed it hard.

Steve titled his head back and leaned up to press his lips to Eddie’s. After another earth-shattering kiss that left them both a little giddy, Steve whispered into Eddie’s ear.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, hmm? I’ll make you cum so many times, baby.” His voice sent tingles right down Eddie’s spine and he shivered involuntarily.

“I’ll fuck you so hard and so deep you won’t even remember your own name by the time I’m finished with you. All you’ll know is me and the way I’m making you feel. Would you like that?”

Eddie groaned and clawed at Steve’s shoulders. This kind of dirty talk was so unlike him, but so welcome.

“Fuckkk, Harrington. Scout’s honour?”

“Anything for you, Munson.”

Steve’s suave flirtation stopped as suddenly as it had started, another monster yawn tearing through him and all but deafening Eddie.

“Ugh, Stevie!” He complained before yawning with just as much intensity himself.

“We should sleep…” Steve murmured, apparently halfway there by the time he finished speaking. Eddie grunted an affirmative and snuggled up against him, wrapping his legs around his boyfriend’s and locking him in place.

“Love you.”

“Mm’lv’yy…..” Steve attempted, approximately 2 seconds away from total unconsciousness. Eddie kissed over his closed eyelids and let himself surrender to that same exhaustion. As he drifted off, images of Steve fucking him flooded his mind, teasing him with anticipation. Oh yeah, this was gonna be an amazing weekend.

#s/tranger t/hings #nametakenfic #snz kink #sneeze kink #snzfucker #snzblr #sneezefic #snz fet

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chubbybunyu · 9 months

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Kazuscara OTP tickle questions

So I saw the OTP tk ask game going around again, and I know this technically isn't how you're supposed to do it but I am. Brainrotting. About these two sO BADLY I HAD TO GET THIS OUT before I disappear back into the void lmao

✨️So here I go ehe✨️

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1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh? Kazuha! His laugh and giggles are so airy and just the right amount of raspy uGH I wanna hear him laugh all day...

Wanderer's laugh is really cute too but man's screaming half of the time. Tho one thing that makes him almost cuter than Zuzu is that he starts hiccupping if you tickle him long enough~

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be? I'm not saying that neck is an unusual spot, but I think Wanderer's made_in_Inazuma mark is ridiculously sensitive-- if Wanderer is acting bratty in public, Zuzu just uses his vision to make a gentle breeze brush against the spot and Wanderer stops whatever he's doing as if he slammed into a wall and turns to pout at the other sdfghfh But also when they're alone Kazuha LOVES peppering it with tiny kisses and Wanderer is in stitchessss hehe

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles? Wanderer 100% and it's so effective and he's sO GRUMPY ABOUT IT like my god he wants to be mad about it bc it doesn't fit his ✨️mean aesthetics✨️ but he can't help but just giggle and feel like his head is getting all fuzzy n happy when Zuzu scoops him up and gently tickles him all over until he's feeling better again

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt? B o t h, but Wanderer definitely learned from Kazuha ahah. And they both wear so many layers that it's a weekly occurrence and at this point they're so used to both of them taking advantage of it that they just automatically start to panic a little when they realize they're stuck, so if the other hadn't noticed it on their own they sure would now sdfghj

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness? Wanderer was probably breaking records being annoying and buzzing around Kazu's head, provoking him in one way or another and he just got fed up and grabbed his ankle to pull him down, but to both of their surprise Wanderer fell out of the air on his very own accord (accompanied with an adorably uncharacteristic squeak, I might add) bc the feeling startled him so much lmao and Zuzu did NOT leave him be until he admitted he was ticklish (I think y'all can imagine how Kazuha coaxed that out of him~)

And afterwards Wanderer tried to tease it out of Kazuha too but he just straight up admitted with a chuckle that "ofc I'm ticklish" and Wanderer could Not wrap his head around how he wasn't even slightly embarrassed about it lmao

6. Who can’t take tickle bites? Kazuha oh my gosh, he melts in seconds. I also think that Wanderer's teeth are a bit sharper than normal so his nibbles are DEADLY. And he knows that.

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning? Hmm, neither has trouble in the morning, but I think Wanderer has to be tickled INTO bed sometimes. Sure, he technically doesn't need sleep but Zuzu wants to cuddle at night and if Wanderer's being difficult about it (which he usually isn't bc Kazuha's cuddles are god tier) he just gets dragged to bed, locked into a hug and tickled until he gets tired enough to actually fall asleep himself too hehe

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight? Wanderer, the feeling still catches him off guard quite a bit, especially when it goes on for a while since tickling has been introduced to him quite recently, so if you manage to pin him down he's done~

But once he gets a bit more used to it he'll be a dangerous opponent for sure///

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other? Kazu, Wanderer f l a i l s. Not a single limb is left unused in his attempts of breaking free if you tickle him hard enough He'll still pout if you stop too soon tho

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how? Wanderer~ His brattiness goes up a notch and he seems to find something to playfully bicker about over everything, and it all is accompanied with a faint blush (that he will deny to the end of time) and an occasional glance at Zuzu's hands. So subtle~

But Kazuha also somehow manages to provoke him into GETTING tickled from time to time. Don't ask him how, Wanderer has no goddamn idea but it just. Keeps. Happening.

#when I say my every waking moment is consumed by these two rn.........#I've been planning on doing art about them as well but work has been Brutal sobs #also kdfhsj if anyone WANTS to send me other genshin pairings for this go for it hahah I'd love to share more headcanons✨️#genshin tickles #otp tk game #lee wanderer #ler wanderer #lee kazuha #ler kazuha

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marshmallow-biscuit-blog · 9 months

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No Sleep For the Scared

The fire engulfed her as she clutched to her spear. She looked up, down, left, right, forward and back, but only flames. She felt her metal practically melt as she squinted her burning eyes. Where was he? How’d she get here again? She didn’t remember, and didn’t want to, she just wanted to get out of this ring of torture.

A silhouette. She ran towards it, feeling the metal finally drip as it singed her arms and she cried out in pain.- - - Chalice sat up in bed and gasped for air. She clutched her arm, but was relieved to feel it cooling down some. Though, just like in the dream of course, it had melted some. She pulled her sleeve down. Well, she wasn’t going to sleep for a while now. Chalice got out of bed and walked as quietly as she could to the living room. If she was out there and put the radio on low, she could stay awake. / / / Tea stirred awake from the quiet footsteps. She never would’ve before, but there was something about being an active mother that heightened her senses, especially if it had to do with one of her kids, blood or not. She got up to peek through the door to see who it was. She recognized the shadow as Chalice’s.

Carefully, she closed the door and walked down the hall to see Chalice putting the radio at a low volume, and sitting, kicking her feet. Tea walked over loud enough so it wouldn’t exactly scare Chalice when she spoke. “Hey. Whatcha’ doin’ up? Can’t sleep?” She asked as she sat across from her. “... I don’t wanna sleep.” Chalice mumbled after a moment.

Tea frowned as she crossed her leg and clasped her hands. “Well, ya’ gotta sleep, hon’.” She said softly. “Are you having any nightmares?”

Chalice looked up now, a little surprised that her adoptive mother deduced it that quickly. Maybe it was instinct? “How’d you know?” Tea shrugged. “I didn’t. I just get the same way when I have a bad dream. Not that I can’t go back to sleep, it’s that I don’t wanna have the same dream.” As Chalice nodded, she asked, “Do you… wanna talk about it?” Chalice was kind of frozen. She didn’t ever tell anyone about her nightmares. “It’ll sound like a bunch of malarkey…”

“I’ll still listen, even if I don’t understand.” Tea claimed in a gentle tone. It was unusual to hear her so quiet, she was always so boisterous and loud. It was a side of her that showed she could calm down and care. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine too of course.” Chalice wrung her wrists as she looked off to the side. “Okay. But it’s… scary. And creepy…” She straightened out on the chair as she pulled her sleeve back to reveal the melted metal. The immediate alarm in Tea’s eyes made Chalice feel guilty.

“What happened?” Tea had asked quickly and sternly, but there was still an obvious caring tone in her voice. She had stood up to get a closer look. “Who did this to you?” She asked, leading her to the kitchen as she grabbed a medical kit from a cupboard. “M-My dream?” Chalice questioned herself. “I don’t know, I-I have these dreams that I’m a different person. A-and whatever happens to t-that person, happens to me in real life.” Her voice began to shake. “T-There was fire in this one, a-and her metal was m-melting. So mine did too.” Tea wanted to believe her, but- how would that make sense? It shouldn’t be possible- it isn’t possible! But- there it was. “Are… are you sure you didn’t just burn yourself on accident earlier today and forget about it?” She shook her head, “No, you would remember if you burnt yourself…” She got a cold wet rag and placed it against Chalice’s arm, surprised to feel the heat radiating off of it. ‘There’s so many ridiculous things in this world, Teaghan, why would dream burns be odd to you?’ she thought to herself. She cleaned out the burn, then put some kind of pain relieving ointment on and wrapped it up. “Try not to touch it, I know, it’ll itch soon. But just try not to touch it.” “C-Can you not tell anyone? Please?” Chalice pleaded. “Especially not Dad? Because he’ll freak out and the boys will make fun of me for-” “Nobody’s going to make fun of you for it. I’ll make sure of that.” Tea said protectively, putting a hand on Chalice’s cheek. “But, I won’t tell anyone else if you don’t want me to. Your secret’s safe with me unless I tell you otherwise.” She paused a moment before holding Chalice’s hands gently. “We’ll figure this out, okay? Let's get you back to bed.”

Chalice was still in shock of how gentle she was being treated about the whole thing. Those nasty penguins in the orphanage would’ve beat her with their rulers for this. For a single tear about this. She looked at Tea and nodded. “O-okay.”

#tea kettler #kitchen utensil family #the kitchen utensil family #chalice kettler java #cuphead #the cuphead show #cuphead don't deal with the devil

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starlightsearches · 2 years

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8 with Eddie please

Pretty Boy

Prompt List

8. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Warnings: mentions of Eddie and the bats and resulting injuries, fix-it fic, some sexual content so minors DNI, language

It's been days since you've brushed your teeth in a real sink—weeks since you've had a shower, did laundry, any of that shit. Time raced fast enough to beat a land-speed record after your eventful (and disastrous) spring break. Memories from the time lived in your mind like the breaks in a barcode: too many blanks between the hospital, a final month of high school, and before you knew it, graduation. You and Eddie had driven off in his van, still wearing your caps and gowns, waving goodbye to Wayne and Hellfire and giving the rest of the town the middle finger.

Life on the road is good. Flipping through Eddie's tapes while he drives down long stretches of barren highway, watching his hair blow around his face because he insists on having the windows down even when you're going ninety. Watching sunsets and sunrises through his van's back doors and hearing rain patter against the roof at night and seeing the weight fall of his shoulders with every mile you travel away from Hawkins.

You're well and truly in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere—parked on the side of the road some place between Indiana and California and heaven—pressed deep into the worn but soft mattress Eddie and you sleep on whenever you're not driving. His hands at your waist, bra cups pulled down over your tits, and he's giving you all kinds of attention—taking one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking slowly, kissing the curves of your breasts and biting bruises along your neck, one hand planted firmly between your legs just to feel how wet he can get you.

It's the kind of slow and steady you've been craving after so many half-dressed quickies in gas station bathrooms, passionate moments ripped away when a cop came knocking at the window.

Eddie's straddling your hips, catching some of the light from the windows when he sits up, hair glowing like a halo in the sunset.

"What are you doing?"

"Just lookin' at you, baby," he says, cupping your cheek in a big hand, "don't I get to admire my beautiful girl?"

You're staring down at his waist, and you know he has to see the desire in your longing glance, fingers sneaking under the edge of his t-shirt. "I wanna look at you, too."

Eddie falls to you, catching your attention with his lips, kissing you gentle and deep as his hands wrap around your wrists. He pulls you away from the hemline of his faded band tee, guiding one hand to his hair, winding his fingers on the other hand between yours.

And it feels so good, you'd like to ignore it. Like to let him do whatever he wants to you, never questioning the way he flinches whenever you brush up against his side.

You'd like to, but you can't.

Turning your head, you pull away from Eddie's lips, breathing quietly and trying your best to orient yourself when your body wants so badly to get lost in him.

"Baby," there's worry in the words, guiding your eyes back to his with the tip of his finger against your cheek, "what is it, honey?"

Your voice is soft as the breeze coming in through the open windows. "Why won't you let me see you?"

Eddie's face falls. All that pain, that fear you'd thought you'd left behind with at the Welcome to Hawkins sign is here again, in a place it doesn't belong.

"It's not- sweetheart, it's nothing like that—"

He’s cut off though, as soon as he feels your hand at his belt, fingers stumbling around in the dark under his shirt, over the soft planes of his stomach. It's just as you remember it—the thin, dark hairs, the little roll of fat just above his belly button when he leans over you like this. Veering a little to the left, you find a new landmark, stroking the tip of your finger over the puckered skin before lifting his shirt a little higher with a tilt of your wrist.

Eddie hears the gasp and must think the worst, already fighting to cover up the pink-scarred skin of his hip, claw marks and tiny teeth leaving permanent marks.

Eddie's voice is heavy. "I didn't want you to see them."

But you have seen them now. Fingers wrapped around his rib cage, you study every last wound—flooded again with the wet, raw stench of that hell-world beneath Hawkins, the pounding of your heart, and the feeling of Eddie's blood trapped under your nails as you forcibly dragged him back from the edge.

"Do they hurt?"

"Not so much," Eddie says, but you think he might be lying, "not anymore."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Because,"—he sits back on his heels in the space between your legs, twisting one of his rings around his finger—"I- because they're ugly."

God, your eyes sting, and you blink the feeling away as best you can. "Eddie—nothing about you could be ugly to me."

There are tears welling up in his big, brown eyes, watching you with disbelief as you slide close to him, cupping his face in both hands.

"You're beautiful, Eddie. The prettiest boy in the whole world."

He glances away from you, rubbing his knuckles along the sheets. "You're just saying that."

But a breath shudders on the way out of his lungs, and he's watching you like you're God when you tug at the bottom of his t-shirt again, raising his arms when you slip it up and over his head.

"You don't believe me?"

He shakes his head, biting at his lips until he turns them ruby, and you keep your eyes on him as you lean down, pressing a kiss to one of the the pink stripes normally hidden underneath his collar.

"Do you believe me now?"

"No," he whispers. The air sounds thinner up where he is.

Another kiss, this time just below the curve of his pectoral.

"Now?"

"Still no."

Your lips run along his lowest rib, tongue drifting over the fading stitch marks.

"What about now?"

He shakes, head rolled back, resting on the door. "I think maybe I'm starting to, baby."

A soft smile pulls at the corners of your mouth, and you kiss at his jaw before returning to marks at his sides. He'll believe it eventually, and you have all the time in the world.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #my writing #delaney tag 💖#blurb prompts

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tacozrg00d · 10 months

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You know what? Have my W.I.P Papyrus angst ish for my story The Aftermath

“Hey %!0~3^?”

A bright mass of red and a speck of gold sit in a secluded area surrounded by white.

“Yes, 9^974V$?”

The gold looks to the red, tilting itself in a seemingly curious manner.

“Do you ever feel like- like you-”

The red slumps, unable to find the words to properly explain what they are searching for.

“C’mon 9^9$, you know I can’t feel~”

Gold titters at this remark amused that even after all their time together, Red still can’t grasp that they are an empty shell.

“...that's what scares me…”

Red turns away from Gold, almost ashamed that they are comparing themself to Gold's situation.

“What?”

For the first time in a while, Gold sounds genuine.

“I- I feel like I’m not feeling this- this world- this life- anymore.”

--------------------------------------

Papyrus went on walks regularly, it was essential to keep his bones as healthy as they can be after all. Except, his walks weren’t entirely because he enjoyed them. If he didn’t go on his morning walk then his best friend wouldn’t have anyone to hang out with!

Papyrus would do anything to keep his best friend happy, even if he couldn’t feel happy anyway, it was the intent that counts. Whenever he couldn’t sleep he would go out and chatter to his SOUL’s content with his flowery friend always intently listening to him.

This night, however, Papyrus was hoping to avoid him. The day had been a bit of a catastrophe and he knew his friend was already watching. There was no point in seeking a metaphorical ear to rant to if he had seen everything. So, the skeleton kept to the more open, public, busy side of Snowdin.

Unfortunately, he didn’t account for the lack of things to distract him. He had planned a calm walk to clear his thoughts, not drown in them, yet that was what this walk was doing. He had looped past the Gyftmas tree for the second time when he spotted a familiar monster with a lit treat stomping out of Grillby’s bar.

Inwardly Papyrus wanted to turn and walk off. Still, when he pushed his boots slightly too hard into the snow, it caught Doggo’s attention instantly. The canine's head turned quickly to the noise, reaching to his side where Papyrus knew he had pocket knives.

“Who's there?!?”

Papyrus started to wave his hands slightly to make himself known. “IT’S JUST ME, DOGGO-!”

Doggo relaxed and tucked his hands into the pockets of his shorts, no longer reaching for the knife on his belt. “Papyrus? Didn’t expect to see you out so late! How’re you holdin’ up…?”

The skeleton stopped waving his hands and instead started shifting from foot to foot, half out of nervous energy and half for Doggo to be able to still see him.

“I AM ‘HOLDING UP’ QUITE WELL, DOGGO! HOW ARE YOU?” Even if Papyrus wanted out of this situation as fast as possible, it didn’t excuse being rude.

Doggo’s eyes seemed to scan Papyrus before he huffed out a chuckle and pulled out another dog biscuit from his pockets. “I’m holdin’ an’ that’s about all a monster can do these days.”

He watched as Doggo lit the treat, thankful for his inability to smell the smoke from this distance. After a bit of silence, Papyrus realised his quietness would make the canine weary.

“HOW’S THe- THE SEARCH GOING…?”

He regretted asking as soon as the words left his teeth. Noticing Doggo's halt in movement, he glanced at the other sentry and saw concern rather than suspicion.

“Well- The only sentry station in Waterfall is your brothers since Undyne was- is usually able to handle patrols there on ‘er own, so we don’t have many leads. We are waitin’ on word from New Home though, t’ see if she jus’ went to visit Asgore.” Doggo stopped talking to send a quick glance at the bar. “D’ya wanna talk somewhere else?”

Papyrus stopped fidgeting before remembering why he was doing so in the first place. “SURE…”

Doggo leads the way and Papyrus silently follows. They walk with a comfortable silence until they come across Doggo’s sentry post.

“Papyrus- yer a good kid- but I’m gonna have to be honest with you about somethin’.” Papyrus tensed, unsure of where this would go.

“You and yer brother are on da top of ther list. Everyone knows ya hang with her fer trainin’ at the end of da day, and your brother has the only station in Waterfall.”

The canine paused as Papyrus struggled to not spill out confessions. “But I don’t think yer guilty.”

Before he could even sigh of relief, he picked up the unsaid remark. It was accusatory, he was accusing Sans of doing something.

“SANS WOULDN’T DO ANYTHING.”

He was just making this situation even more problematic to dig out of wasn’t he, he was causing the people around him trouble.

“Look, Papyrus, I didn’t mean ‘nything drastic. It’s just- suspicious, y’know? No one even knows anything abou-”

Papyrus squeezed his sockets closed, refusing to listen anymore. Sure he knew Doggo had disliked his brother, at the very least, but-

“SANS DIDN’T DO ANYTHING”

Doggo sighed and Papyrus could hear him throw and light another biscuit.

“Okay- I believe ya.” A chuckle. “If anyone knows anything about ‘im, it's you.”

The skeleton opened his sockets and crossed his arms. They had made it to one of his puzzles sometime during the conversation.

The sentries stood in silence, save for Papyrus’ shuffling. “Yer sumthin’ else, Papyrus-” A paw is placed on his shoulder before Doggo turns around. “Don’t stress too much, the underground and guard need someone like you durin’ moments like this.”

Despite the guilt swelling up under his ribcage, in the middle of his SOUL, Papyrus couldn’t help but be thankful for the canine's words.

“Thank you” The skeleton heard Doggo pause, likely because of the shift to lowercase, before chuckling once again and going on his own way.

“Your puzzles might need some cleanin’, best thing we got in case we’re all too busy to notice a human-!”

Papyrus turned toward his puzzles that were, unsurprisingly, covered in snow. He decided that keeping his puzzles in check was the least he could do. The work was tedious, the snow melting into all the little crevices when he wasn’t focused. Luckily the thought of being careful kept his mind off the dark thoughts that had previously plagued him. Unfortunately, for him or for his friend, it wasn’t long before-

“Howdy-!”

The skeleton halted in his movements, frozen to the spot. ‘What now? why now?’ Snapping back into reality, Papyrus sat on his knees and looked down at his flowery fiend. “HELLO FLOWEY! DID YOU WANT TO JOIN ME IN CLEARING MY PUZZLES? THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS GLAD TO SEE-”

“YAWN- no offense papyrus, but don’t ya think you can take a break from puzzles?”

“NONSENSE! I CAN NOT SIMPLY ‘TAKE A BREAK FROM -”

“Oooh-! Y’know what'd be real fun? SPARRING!”

Papyrus, who was waving gestures in an attempt to distract Flowey with a rant, froze. His eyes slowly glanced toward his friend to see a mockingly innocent smile.

OF COURSE, HE’D KNOW

“Ah- FLOWEY I’D NEVER EXPECT YOU TO BE INTERESTED IN SPARRING-! AND WHILE I AM FLATTERED, I STILL NEED TO CLEAR MY PUZZLES! MAYBE WE CAN- SPAR- LATER?”

A vine started fidgeting with a few of the snow poffs that surrounded the puzzle, threatening to topple them over. “Are you really going to just listen to the mutt that accused your brother of your crime? No one thinks you're capable of it, they all underestimate your potential. Maybe you can take this as an opportunity to build a name for yourself! Golly, I-” The flower stops his pushing as he’s nearly trampled by Papyrus standing. “HEY-! It’s rude to walk away when your best friends talking y’kno- EW”

The skeleton had run over to the edge of the trees and started emptying his magic reserves. Also known as vomiting. Flowey just stayed by the puzzle waiting for his friend to finish his disgusting and totally unnecessary activity.

— end w.i.p

I lost my outline for Sans’ part and my usual chapter set up is Papyrus, sans next sans, papyrus

#papyrus #undertale #archive of our own #fanfic #papyrus angst #undertale fanfiction

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mistydeyes · 11 months

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I’m not sure if this is the correct way to ask for a mw3 pairing, if it’s not the correct way then I’m sorry. I’m also sorry that this ask will be so long..

Appearance

. Red hair, shoulder length, feathery layers with bangs, waves that curl( ?)

. 5’3

.Green eyes

.Fair skin and freckles

. Nails are most often painted black

Personality

.INFJ-T

.introvert

.Anxious

.shy with ppl I don’t know but I open up after awhile of knowing the person and that’s when I can actually relax and have fun

.not smart in the math category or anything like that

.puts other people before me, no matter how much I want something or whatever, the person I love will always come first

.gets overwhelmed easily in crowds or in places with loud noises or bright lights

.night owl, literally nothing helps me go to sleep anymore lol

.overthinker

.willing to try anything at least once

.tries to be nice to everyone even if they have done me wrong

.very oblivious when it comes to ppl flirting with me

.prefers staying in then going out but if I’m comfortable enough with the person who wants to go out I’ll be happy to go with them

Things I like

.bones and different oddities

.Old things

. Any iceberg video over something disturbing, something I can watch for hours over something I find interesting

.horror movies that make me think

.cats

.ancient history and archaeology

.museums and aquariums

.metal/rock music

What I like in a Partner

.someone older, taller, and stronger than me, i like it when I can feel protected and safe

.someone who has strong opinions cause I have hard time making decisions

.someone who doesn’t yell often or someone who isn’t loud cause loud noises stress me out

.I do like the mysterious and edgy types I can’t help myself

.someone who enjoys the same music I do

Future Aspiration

. I would like to be a forensic psychologist <3 or something similar

Simon "Ghost" Riley

How you met: Military Your time in the military was unconventional. While most people would picture you all geared up in the heat of battle, you had a different image of your time. Instead, you sat in a private office helping soldiers and their families following retirement from the army. You loved your job, your forensic psychology degree had trained you to do many things but you found this to be the most satisfying. As you looked at your next soldier for the day, you realized it was the famous Captain Price. He entered your office soon after, followed by three men. "Um, I thought I was seeing John Price today?" you asked confused. "Here to support, ma'am. Want to make sure our Captain is all set!" one of the shorter men with a mohawk replied. You gestured for them to get comfortable as you began to ask Price what he needed before returning home and provided him with a plan to stay active and happy. The whole time you lectured him, you couldn't help but notice a man with a signature ghost mask listening to your every word. You heard whispers about how he was handsome underneath it which you now believed seeing how his eyes sparkled in the afternoon light. With your last few words, you dismissed the men. The ghost masked soldier was the last to leave and he turned to you saying, "You do good work doc, we need more people like you."

A peek into your relationship: "Why do you watch this crap again?" Ghost asked as you were glued to another disturbing films iceberg video. You were settled comfortably in your bed, him with a book and you with your Youtube videos. You paused the ramblings of Wendigoon to answer your partner. "Because it's interesting," you responded before he laughed and placed a kiss on your forehead. "You're an odd one, love" he said. "You didn't say that when I brought our two kittens home" you replied defensively, now turning to face him. "Ah that's right, there is a reason I picked you," he joked before giving you a more loving kiss. "Mhmm now let me get back to this, I wanna see what's at the bottom" you said triumphantly before Ghost returned to his book, loving his life with his unique significant other.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #mw2

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