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littlebabyyd0ll · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY FIVE, FIRST TIME PARENTS

After your daughter’s very first birthday, you and Steve admire the life that you’ve made for yourselves together.

Dad!Steve Harrington x Mom!reader

Warnings: Not much, talk of birth and Steve’s horrible parents. Talk of being young parents. Reader is described to have long hair.

Enjoy!

Main Masterlist ! Kinktober 2023

It’s quiet.

Too quiet. There hasn’t been a moment like this since Laila was born, a whole year ago. To the day. You spent Halloween night last year with a scrunched up, sweating face and pushing with all your might. One good thing comes with having a child born on an evening of festivities — birthday parties. Yours and Steve’s home comes alive on her birthday, with people celebrating and bringing their own little ones, everyone dressed up as characters from books or TV shows. Yourself and Steve had dressed as Leia and Han, with Laila snuggled down in an ewok onesie. Steve had insisted on you dressing up as her namesake – since you had refused to name your actual daughter leia. Steve, in his ever loving and altruistic glory, had let you have your way. It’s not very often that Steve doesn't bend over backwards to make you happy, and he’s come so far to the teenage douchebag that tried to hook up with you at a halloween party in your Junior year.

You look up at your husband now, tucked up in his chest as he stares over the bars of your daughter’s crib, and you’ve never seen something more beautiful, so peaceful. You admire him as he admires the creation that you made together. His hair is falling from the hours of wear on the spray, half of the luscious locks covering his forehead. His white shirt is untucked from his blue jeans, Han’s signature belt discarded somewhere. Your own outfit is a mess too, crinkled up, a stain from Layla’s throw-up hours earlier resting on your shoulders, hair let down from the signature buns. A dreamy sigh flows from your lips as you stare up at your lover, your height difference even more prominent without your party shoes on. He’s so soft, so soft despite everything he’s been through, despite the scars lining his back, despite the viscous words from his asshole father, despite the way that everyone believed that he would grow into nothing – probably spend the rest of his life at Family Video after he chose not to pursue college. He’s so kind, so caring, so loving. The man has nothing but love in his heart for you, for the baby that lies peacefully asleep.

He doted on you desperately while you were pregnant, and has been the same ever since Layla arrived.

He dotes on you now, without realising it. One of his large hands stokes down the length of your hair. The other warms the curve of your waist, and his heartbeat is enough to settle your own. Though it beats much faster every time you look at him.

“We have a one year old.” He acknowledges lowly, in those voices that you use to try not to wake her. Still, he speaks like he can’t believe it, and neither can you. The time has flown by so quick.

You hum in reply, pushing your face a little deeper into his chest. You can’t wait to give him his dream, provide a family of Harringtons that love and adore one another. Harringtons that support each others dreams and aspirations, that believe in one another despite all else. You can’t wait until that next positive test, to give him another baby, to see him flourish in the same way that he does with Layla, being her father. He’s perfect.

“She looks more and more like you every day.” It's not strictly true, because Layla most definitely looks more like Steve, with her button nose and dark brown irises, she only really has your hair. But still, you entertain his notion.

“She’s the prettiest little girl in the world.”

Finally, he looks down at you. His hand is still moving against your hair, and he tucks some away behind your ear. His lips curl upwards at the way you look up at him, the same way that you looked at him when he very first saved you from the Demogorgon. It’s a look that says you’d never accept another fate, never breathe in a universe that doesn't have him in it, and where he isn't yours to keep. You look at him like he hung the moon and stars, with your chin against his beating chest. He would never trade anything for this – for his girls.

“You’re my girl.” He murmurs before dropping a kiss on your lips, then to your forehead. “My two girls. Given me the best life I could’ve ever asked for, you know that?” He gets sentimental a lot, but it still pulls at your heartstrings and has your eyes filling with tears. He places his hands on each of your rosy cheeks, thumbs swiping at the tears that fall. Because, suddenly, you've realised that you're the luckiest girl in the world. Perfect husband. Perfect daughter. “You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Made my dreams come true.”

“I love you,” You croak between tears, and you wish that your motherly hormones would give you a days rest.

Steve presses his lips to yours once more, before tucking you back into his chest. He releases a heavy sigh as you both look down into the crib. “I love you so much. I love you both more than anything in the world.”

And in the moment of silence that follows, you thank your lucky stars that they gifted you with such devout love, and the most handsome boy in Hawkins.

#<3 steve harrington #kinktober 2023 #dad!steve harrington #mom!reader #mum!reader #parent fic #soft fic #comfort fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #soft and sweet #abby's kinktober !

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happybird16 · 1 year

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"Mhmm," you murmur, eyes fluttering before falling closed yet again.

Something is softly brushing along the top of your head, smoothing small circles into your scalp through your hair. The touch is featherlight. Warm. Fingers?

Heavy with sleep, your eyes slide open yet again. Your brain feels foggy, limbs heavy with lassitude. You nuzzle into your pillow, the white fabric oddly stiff against your cheek. It's firm too. Wait? Why is it warm?

"W-what?" voice rough from sleep, you move to rise. The hand softly caressing your hair slides down to your neck, the fingers applying light pressure.

"Shh," comes a soft voice, warm fingers sliding up to caress your cheek. "It's fine, it's just me."

"Levi?" As fingers shift to wind through the hair along the back of your head, you twist to meet his silvery gaze. His eyes are heavy lidded, gaze raw with open fondness.

"I fell asleep.." Right in his lap it seems, your nose nuzzled into the crease on his thigh. You spy the book you'd been reading, carefully closed with a bright red book mark poking out from the slightly yellowed pages. It rests on the small coffee table not far from the couch. You don't even remember where you'd left off.

"No shit," Levi huffs softly, petting along the top of your head. "You've been snoring in my lap for an hour."

"I don't snore.." you insist half-heartedly.

"You do," Levi smirks down at you, his thumb sliding along your cheek in a quick swipe. "Sounds like a fucking barn animal. Your heads as heavy as one too."

"Lies," you laugh. Your whole body still feels heavy, limbs distant and hazy along your senses. You yawn, chin pressing into the firm muscle of his thigh. "I'm sorry I feel asleep."

The two of you have been taking turns reading though an old book. A romance, soft and sweet. A surprising choice for such a stern man, though he'd made the excuse that he was inexperienced with reading more flowery vocabulary.

Levi shrugs, "You were exhausted. We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow."

Yawning again, you nuzzle your cheek back into his thigh. You're so warm, resting heavily on his lap. Eyes still heavy, the fingers softly petting into your hair threaten to make you drift off again. Your mind already feels hazy.

"Go back to sleep," Levi hums. His gaze seems dark, the fondness in his eyes shadowed by exhaustion. You can see the telling tightness in the corners of his eyes. The slight wrinkle of his brow as he smiles softly down at you. He's tired too.

You're so comfy and warm. Your limbs feels so heavy you don't know if you could move if you wanted to. You don't want to get up but... "Do you want to go to bed?"

"Mhmm," he hums, fingers sliding across your forehead. They smooth though your loose bangs, softly dragging along your forehead to tuck the strands behind your ear. The very tip of your ear buzzes warm even after his fingertips leave. "Not tonight."

He doesn't want to move either. The thought fills your chest with a surge of warmth. "Thought my head was too heavy?"

"Shush," he replies with a small huff, eyes warm.

Eyes threatening to flutter closed, you nuzzle your cheek into his thigh. He smells nice too. He always does. Rich and clean, masculine without the salty tang of sweat. Like soap, standard issue sandalwood, and something rich and uniquely Levi. With a large inhale, you let the smell bathe your already heavy senses.

Eyes barely open, just a tired sliver, you meet his gaze again. With a wide yawn, you eye his slackened posture. The usual ramrod stiffness of his spine has given way to a light slouch, a rare sight. Levi yawns right back in response. "Are you gunna sleep too?"

"If the snoring animal doesn't keep me up," he responds. Your lips twist somewhere between a pout and a frown and Levi smirks down at you again. Fingertips massaging soothing circles into your scalp, his voice is assuredly soft, "I'll try."

"Promise?" You worry about his sleeping habits. He's been doing better lately, especially since you gotten together, but it's obvious he struggles. You aren't exactly sure how much he sleeps, how often he fakes it for your comfort. Maybe this position will work better, perhaps the familiarity of sitting up will help him.

Having your head in his lap, his fingers thoughtlessly playing with your hair, seems to have relaxed him at least.

Levi only hums in response. "Close your eyes." The words are firm yet featherlight, the fingers winding along your scalp applying slightly more pressure. They urge you to twist your head away, your gaze falling from his heavy lidded dark silver, nose pressing into the crease of his thighs again.

Eyes falling closed, bathed in his rich, comforting scent, heavy and encompassed in warmth, Levi pets long smooth lines along the top of your head. Soft, he urges, "Just sleep for me, Love. I'll try. I promise."

#soft and sweet #myaotdrabbles #levi/reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman #i wrote this is like an hour lmao #attack on titan #i just want to sleep in his lap

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earth2rin · 3 months

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2 SEATER ᡣ𐭩

atsumu miya x fem!reader college au

words: 1.2k

summary. just sweet sweet love making with your saccharine boyfriend in his 2 seater beamer. this is very self indulgent, i love sappy and sweet sexᡣ𐭩 this is also my first smut don’t roast me hehe

cw: smut, mdni 18+, car sex, established relationship, nicknames (i.e. baby, pretty), praise, dirty talk, creampie, markings, making out, atsumu’s unadulterated love for you,

squeak squeak squeak

the sound of atsumu’s ball joints creaking in the back of the parking lot of a movie theater can be heard if you got within 50 meters. any closer and you could hear the mewling and groaning going on inside of the bmw.

“tsumu, oh fuck, tsumu” you whine, gripping atsumu’s shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

the windows are foggy and you feel like you’re on fire from how hot it is in his car.

the six foot man currently has you on hip lap, bouncing on his cock leaving you a babbling mess, chanting his name like a mantra. he’s reclined his seat, hands on your hips and biting his lip, eyeing you as you move up and down. the look of pure lust and love he’s giving you makes you squirm and clench around him even harder.

“that feel good, baby? yeah? my cock making you feel s’ good? hm?” he groans when your walls flutter around him, making him grip your hips harder which you were sure were going to leave a mark in the morning.

the lewd squelching sound of your juices mingling fills the car, along with pants and moans. his angled cock was bullying your insides, sticky tip hitting just right at that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars and leaving a hot white feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you were left speechless, mind blank, only able to spew out a few words that consisted of only his name and a few curse words.

he looked angelic underneath you, kiss bitten lips, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, the tips of his ears were red, washboard abs littered with angry red scratches. he was a walking god, and you were just like a little nymph following him around, praising him and being utterly hopelessly devoted to him.

and you made him melt. left him with no words with the way you call out his name, begging him to kiss and hold you while he fucks up into your womb, leaving you aching and longing for more. the way your jaw was unhinged, spewing out his name because he was all that you could think about, your brain consumed by him and only him made him feel utterly euphoric knowing that he’s got you this fucked out.

he was a god, but you were his goddess. your lip tugged between your teeth, the hickeys and bite marks left around your neck and shoulder, perfect tits and perky nipples, and your voice, god your voice, calling out his name like a siren singing in his ear that made his whole body feel tingly from the tips of his finger all the way to his toes.

you hastily nod and murmur, “baby kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please tsumu.” you pant. he smashes your lips together, giant hand reaching for the back of your head to force you even closer. it’s hot and so, so needy, you feel your legs beginning to wear out from his kiss alone. teeth and tongue clashing, his saliva making its way down your lip and he nips at it. he snakes his other hand to the small of your back, pushing you against him so you’re chest to chest. the way your nipples rub against him every time you bounce has you shivering, leaving you soaking and wanting so much more.

the coil in your stomach begins to unravel and you’re moaning so loud. thighs quivering and your voice wobbles as you speak. “tsumu please, i can’t.” and he gives in so easily because the next thing you know he’s planting his feet on the floor and pistoning up into your fluttering hole.

you yelp and fall into his shoulder, biting at the intersection to keep you from sounding like such a needy bitch. this doesn’t go unnoticed by atsumu, who does not appreciate you silencing yourself. he reaches his hand down to tweak at your nipples and your mouth falls open into an o. “fuck, you look so pretty. love it when you call out my name. c’mon pretty, wanna hear all of it.” and you whine and whimper, writhing on top of him from the way his cock is bullying your poor abused pussy.

“tsumu, ‘m close! ‘m so close, please.” you sound so desperate and broken on his cock, he could listen to you all night like a broken record. he adjusts himself so he’s reaching even deeper inside of your velveteen walls, hitting all the spots he knew would be a one way ticket to an earth shattering orgasm. “oh fuck! right there, right there tsumu. gonna cum gonna cum!” you mewl, tears welling in your eyes as the bliss is too great for your body.

“shit baby, squeezin me so tight. only i can make you feel good like this yeah? tell me who’s pussy this is. hm? who’s is it?” his pace is brutal and you’re teetering on the edge, he tweaks your nipple again and you babble.

“‘s yours! all yours! only yours! fuckkkk, love you! love you so much tsumu! love you so fucking much! please.” and you moan so loud when you finally cum, juices gushing and making his abs and thighs glisten from your release. you’re limp on his body, he makes you feel like putty.

“shit, gonna fucking cum baby. ‘s all for you my love. gonna take it all right? gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, yeah?” he grabs your jaw tightly and kisses you so desperately. you whine as he continues his thrust and tightly grip his shoulders. he lets out a husky ‘fuck’, a few more thrust and the hot spurts of his seed spew into you, filling you up and making a creamy base at his cock. you feel so full and warm, and you let out a small whimper as your tongues fight against each other. he shudders from the intensity of his release and the only thing that keeps him grounded is the warmth from your body on top of his. you continue making out as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. the lack of oxygen makes you lightheaded so you pull away first, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

his head is tilted back, leaning on the head rest as his eyes are closed and trying to catch his breath. you both stay like this for awhile, basking in the after glow of making love with the man who makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world. you look up at him with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes, one of his arms around your waist holding your bare body against his. it’s such a tender moment that only leaves you with even more love for the man that you call yours.

he finally looks down and catches your eyes, reaching the hand that was behind his head to brush the hair out of your face and play with it. and he feels like jelly when you shoot him a small loving smile, gently placing a small kiss where your chin was resting, making the corners of his mouth twitch up as he mirrors the same smile. he reaches out to cup your cheek and your smile intensifies, turning your head to place a sweet kiss at the palm of his hand.

“i love you so much tsumu.” you murmur, never shying away from his intense gaze.

gently, he uses his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, leaning in to give you a teeth rottingly sweet kiss.

“i love you more, pretty.”

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iamthecomet · 10 months

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Okay so i am madly in love with your fics and i would literally DIE for really soft and fluffy Aftercare with Dew and a reaaally subby and tired Rainy. I love them so much and you killed me with your story about Rain in heat 😭🩷

No DYING. But I'll see what I can do. Also thank you for your love for my fics, it is really really appreciated <3 <3.

Rain is fully dropped by the time Dew ushers him into the bathroom. His eyes are fixed in the middle distance as leads him to the shower. He keeps Rain upright with one arm around his waist as he fiddles with the water. Trying to pick a temperature that isn't going to boil Rain alive. He helps Rain into the shower, watching as Rain's legs shake a little. They stand under the tepid spray for a few minutes. Dew running his fingers up and down Rain's spine. Fingers slipping up into the curls at the back of his neck, rubbing. Thumb grazing over the bruises around his gills. The ones shaped like Dew's fingers. "You did so good, Rainy. You know that?"

Rain looks down at him with unfocused eyes. He blinks, trying to pul himself back. Dew slips his hand around to press against Rain's cheek. "S'alright. I've got you," Dew whispers. "Want me to wash you up?"

Rain gives him a stilted nod, and Dew turns to grab the shampoo--the extra bottle of Rain's favorite that he always keeps in here. Dew reaches up to drag his soapy fingers through Rain's dark hair and Rain leans down. He presses his damp forehead against Dew's boney shoulder. Melting into Dew's body as Dew tries to wash Rain's hair as adequately as possible and keep the soap out of his eyes. He's careful, lathering most of the shampoo at the back of Rain's head while Rain's cool breath huffs out over his shoulder. Dew keeps one hand on the small of Rain's back, grounding. Dragging his fingers up and down the vertebrae. A metronome of comfort. A reminder that he is here. They are here. Together. The shampoo is long gone when Rain reaches for Dew. Long fingers curling around his hip. He starts to straighten and Dew morns the loss of him, the closeness of him as Rain picks his head up and looks at Dew. Eyes a little clearer, but still lidded. "There you are," Dew says, reaching up to rub the rest of the shampoo from Rain's curls.

"Yeah," Rain breathes. "Can we--bed?" "Yeah, of course, Raincloud." Dew reaches around him to twist the shower off. He steps out first. Cranking up his internal heat to dry himself off faster while he grabs a towel for Rain and wraps it around the water ghoul's shoulders. Pulling him close as he does. Rain clings to him. Wrapping his arms around him in a way that makes Dew feel like the bigger one. Clinging to Dew like he's a liferaft. And Dew has to ask--he always does. Hates the way the doubt creeps in during these moments when Rain is neediest. As Rain buries his face into Dew's throat, back hunched. Dew presses a kiss to Rain's temple and sighs. "Was it too much?" Rain shakes his head vigorously. Droplets of cool water catching on Dew's shoulders. "No--no--was good. Needed it." Dew hates himself for needing that reassurance. For being the one who needs to make sure he didn't do something wrong. He's usually pretty good about avoiding dom-drop. But the nagging worry is always there, propelled by the thoughts of all of the things they did. Post-nut clarity always sinking deep into his bones, filling his chest with shame at the things he said--the things he did.

Doesn't matter that Rain asked him for it. Doesn't matter that they both loved it.

Dew shoves it down, pushes it away as Rain clings to him, sags against him. Because if he had done something wrong--would Rain trust him like this. Naked and vulnerable curled into his arms like he wants Dew to carry him to bed. Dew wishes he could. Instead, he just guides, arms wrapped around Rain as he pulls him from the bathroom. He needs to change the sheets, he realizes a little too late. He sets Rain into his desk chair and kisses him between the horns. "Two minutes, then we can get in bed, ok?" He waits for Rain's tired nod before he turns away. Keeping an eye on Rain the whole time he strips the bed. The sheets are still damp. He shoves them into his hamper and grabs the first clean set he can find. Crisp blue cotton ones Mountain got him ages ago. Rain watches all of his movements. His body language loose and tired. Dew can tell he's still a little hazy. It was a hard drop, a deep one. Dew knew what he was getting into when Rain showed up begging for it. He wanted to go deep, to drown in a cotton-filled mind. Despite the intensity of everything--and Dew's inherent worry--Rain still looks as blissed out as he did when Dew had finally let him cum. It's that dopey smile, still tugging at his lips, that finally sets Dew at ease. He tucks the last corner of the sheets in and tosses his quilt back on the bed. He comes to stand between Rain's legs, reaching for his hands to pull him up. "You ready for a nap, sweetheart?" Rain yawns, doesn't bother to hide it. He nods. "Hold me?" "Yeah, as long as you want." Dew tucks them both into bed. Curling himself around Rain's back. He curls his arms around Rain's chest and stomach, and hauls him back so they're flush. Legs tangled together. Dew nuzzles his face into the back of Rain's neck. Smelling clean water and the jasmine of his shampoo.

Rain reaches down and laces his fingers with Dew over his stomach. "Dew?" Rain asks, voice groggy, slipping away already. "Yeah?" "Thanks." It's barely a word, more of a noise--but Dew understands. He always does.

#comet comments #ficlet #raindrop #rain/dew #dew/rain #soft and sweet #ghouls in love #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #aftercare

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bigdumbbambieyes · 1 year

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(Forever) Valentine read on AO3

Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweethearts!!

♥️

He’d quietly watch Steve walk on by at school, pressing his lips together to hold back the words that desperately wanted to slip from them.

All sorts of words, taunts and catcalls alike, but he usually had to stop himself from calling out the pretty boy’s name.

Harrington.

King Steve.

Steve.

Anything for his attention; a want for those Bambi eyes on him and only him that burned so brightly in Billy’s chest.

Because he’d learned that while annoying the shit out of the guy was great for a cheap thrill, it wasn’t the right way to go about it.

Or so he’d gathered, after watching Steve in the halls and seeing how he lit up when people would greet him easily. Friendly. He watched the way Steve’s lips stretched into a grin, how his dark eyes softened, how his cheekbones bunched sweetly.

Billy wanted to take a bite out of the apples of Steve’s cheeks.

And that was his problem.

♥️

His quiet yearning drowned him for weeks.

Watching Steve at school, at practice, at parties, at the arcade where he dropped off those brats.

And the urge to take a bite out of Steve was still there, probably always would be, but the longer Billy held himself down, the more he daydreamed.

He wondered what Steve liked. What he did in his spare time, when he wasn’t being a total loser. Wondered dirty, filthy things late at night. Sweet, sugary things in the morning when he was half-asleep and still feeling Steve’s touch in his dreams.

Lost in those dreams, reality hit him when they were assigned the same room at an away game. Alphabetized intervention: Harrington and Hargrove, room 12.

Steve had a pinched look on his face when their coach dropped the room keys into his palm, and Billy rolled his eyes at Jason’s annoying giggles behind him. He made sure to knock Carver’s shoulder hard with his own when he walked by, giving him a mean grin as Steve lead the way to the room.

At least there were two beds.

“Okay,” Steve huffed as he set his bags down on the bed nearest the bathroom and turned to him, a set look on that pretty face, and Billy expected something. A little opener to the long-awaited talk they hadn’t had from that night at the Byers’, maybe. A little ‘let’s just get along for the trip’ kinda thing.

What he didn’t expect was the simple, little, “I snore, so...fair warning.”

Billy hadn’t imagined Steve snoring in his daydreams.

It was devastatingly so very him. Not that Billy had any knowledge on who Steve really was, but...

Billy pressed his lips together and gave a nod, “Fair. I’m a light sleeper, so...I’ll kick your bed if you get too loud.”

And for the first time, Steve smiled at him. Small and unsure, but it made his cheekbones puff a little and his eyes crinkled just enough to make Billy’s heart flutter.

“Sure, Hargrove,” Steve hummed, shaking his head in amusement as he turned back to his luggage.

♥️

They talked over the low volume on the staticky TV for most of the night, about California and Hawkins and girls at school and their cars and whatever other surface-level shit they could think of.

He learned that Steve loved Cap’n Crunch. That his favourite colour was blue. That he and Nancy had broken up months ago and he didn’t know how to feel about it.

“That’s fucking stupid,” Billy huffed.

Steve looked over at him from his bed with a furrowed brow, “Dude--seriously?”

Billy half shrugged, or tried to, with his arms folded behind his head as he leaned against the headboard and kept his eyes on the TV, “She broke your heart, Harrington. You can feel sad, y’know.”

The silence dragged out for longer than he’d expected, and he refused to look over at Steve, because he knew those eyes were boring into the side of his face. He could feel them.

“I know I can feel sad, asshole. I just...--y’know, whatever, forget it.” Steve huffed and looked at the TV again.

Billy knew heartbreak. He’d felt it when he’d left California.

Breaking up with someone you love probably felt pretty close to leaving your home.

They’d stopped talking for so long that Billy was sure Steve had fallen asleep, but he still cleared his throat quietly and muttered, “Maybe...” he licked his lips, gathered his thoughts, “Maybe you’re...falling out of love, or some shit.”

The silence that followed made him panic, made him think of how stupid he was for saying something like that, because what the fuck? Who fucking says something like that? Especially to someone you weren’t supposed to fucking like in the first place?

Yet, Steve quietly muttered, “...that’s probably the best way to put it.”

The simultaneous relief and hope Billy felt made him nauseous.

He pushed himself up from the bed and threw, “Glad I could help,” over his shoulder on his way to the bathroom, pissing with the door open and smirking as he heard Steve’s exasperated ‘dude’.

♥️

“You’re like...a smart guy, huh?”

Billy glanced up from his book and saw Steve biting at the end of his pencil, a thoughtful look across his face that made the back of Billy’s neck go hot.

“Finally figuring that out, hm? Bet you had to rub those two braincells together real hard to come up with that,” Billy teased half-heartedly, because over the last few weeks he’d uncovered that Steve struggled in school and his intelligence was a bit of a sensitive topic.

So, he’d begun helping Steve in a few subjects, when he could. Like today. It was four in the afternoon on a Thursday and Steve was supposed to be going over the revisions Billy had made to his essay.

Instead, Steve is tossing his pencil at him and Billy snorted when it fell short and tumbled to the floor.

“Shut up,” Steve huffed with a small smile, “I mean it, dickhead. You’re smart.”

“Yeah, I know. Your point?”

“I just...I don’t know why you’re helping me.”

Billy bent down to grab the pencil from the floor and tossed it back at Steve, watched it bounce off the pretty boy’s chest and back onto the table, “Because you fucking need it?”

Steve’s staring at him like he has been for the last couple of weeks. Big, round eyes and chin tucked towards his chest a little, mouth pensive. Like he couldn’t say what he wanted to.

“Are we friends or something?” Steve huffed, finally.

And Billy smiled, “Or something.”

They left it at that.

♥️

Friends or something.

Billy let himself dream all throughout the bitter, cold winter. Let himself buy Steve a Christmas gift because that’s what friends did, right? He forced himself not to smile too wide when Steve gave him a gift in return - a thoughtful little gift: a new bookmark with an image of a beach on it.

“To remind you of home,” Steve had muttered with that little smile.

Billy wanted to kiss him. He’d let himself imagine it for half a second, feeling the phantom press of warm lips against his own, let Steve’s cologne fill his nose while the kiss deepened as Steve tried on the new pair of sunglasses Billy had picked up at the dollar store.

“What do you think?” Steve grinned behind the cherry red aviators, even tilted his head to the side like he was cute.

Billy reached up and hooked his fingertip along the metal that crossed the bridge of Steve’s nose and pulled the sunglasses down slowly, kept that gaze steady with his own until red eyes turned brown and Billy hummed, “They’re alright.”

“Asshole,” Steve chuckled with a smile before pushing them back up with his middle finger, and that’s when Billy put him in a headlock.

♥️

Spring came, and went, and Billy fell harder.

Fell so hard he didn’t know if he could keep it to himself any longer.

Max, the annoying little shit, looked at him with this knowing. Like she could smell the crush on him - if ‘crush’ was even the right fucking thing to call this anymore.

He thought about Steve constantly. Craved his attention, always, but this was different. He wanted to know every boring moment in Steve’s day when they weren’t together, wanted to know what he dreamt of last night, what he thought of when he wasn’t thinking at all.

The feeling in Billy’s chest was thick. Heavy. He kept it to himself until a hot day in late June, when the sun was shining and the heat was high enough to warrant a swim.

“C’mon, just us,” Billy purred into his bedside phone, “I’ll even bring over something to drink.”

As if Steve needed any liquid courage to hang out with him, but Billy knew how to sweeten a deal, because the groaning little princess on the other end of the line finally huffed, “Fine, get over here.”

Billy swiped the half-drunk bottle of rum from his closet and drove over in record time, red trunks in one hand with the bottle in the other as he walked up the driveway to where Steve was leaning against the opened front door, fighting back a smile.

“We’re shooting straight rum, Hargrove?” Steve scrunched one side of his nose as Billy stepped inside.

“If that’s what you want, pretty boy,” Billy hummed as he went over to the infamous Harrington kitchen and swung the refrigerator door open, blue eyes scanning the contents lazily.

“No thanks,” Steve muttered in reply, “I have...orange juice?”

“Better than nothing,” Billy grunted as he reached for it.

♥️

Two drinks in and Billy was shamelessly changing into his swim trunks in Steve’s backyard, watching with a grin as the back of Steve’s neck coloured just as red as his shorts and muttered something like ‘gimme a warning next time you get your dick out, man’.

Billy dove into the water and resurfaced just in time to see Steve doing the same, grunting as he was splashed from the clumsy cannonball, and smacked the surface of the water once Steve had wiped the water from his face.

“Dick,” Steve huffed, and splashed him back.

And, well.

They splashed each other like kids, great big waves that made Billy choke, made him laugh, until he splashed the pretty boy into a corner.

And Steve surrendered, held his hands up, coughing and laughing as Billy swam over and that was when he noticed that Steve’s eyes were two different colours.

He’d always seen them as dark brown, big and doe-like, but it wasn’t until he had Steve pressed up into the corner of his pool that Billy really looked into them and noticed.

Dark brown on the left, black on the right. Like milk chocolate and dark chocolate. The way the sun reflected off the water in the pool in rippling waves showed him the truth.

“What?” Steve whispered heavily with a shy little smile, like he could be shy, and Billy broke.

He leaned in and pressed his mouth against that wide Cupid’s bow.

Tasted chlorine and sunscreen on Steve’s lips, rum and Tropicana on his tongue.

It made Billy ache to realize that Steve wasn’t pushing or pulling away. No, he pulled Billy closer in that sunshine heat and cool water, until they parted with a breathless laugh.

Their first summer kiss.

♥️

In early September, just before Billy’s senior year, he was in a particularly sour mood after a run-in with Neil that resulted in the keys to his Camaro being taken away. Confiscated, really.

To top it off, it’s Friday night and he’s been locked in his bedroom, left to rot, angry and annoyed.

The shrill ring of his phone made his jaw clench and he snatched the receiver up to his ear, muttered a dark, “What?”

“...booze cruise?” is all Harrington offered on the other end, quiet and casual.

He’s an angel, Billy’s sure. “Pick me up in ten - I’ll wait down the block,” he muttered before hanging up and heading to his window.

♥️

One thing Billy quickly learned about small town living was that booze cruises were a common thing. You grabbed a buddy or a girl or whoever, bought a six pack or stole from your parent’s liquor cabinet, and took your car to a long, empty backroad.

At least, that’s how Steve did it. Billy learned from him first-hand.

“Billy--the fuck did I say about shaking the can?” Steve scrunched his nose as beer foamed down the side of the can in Billy’s hand and dripped onto the floor of his car, Billy’s mouth too slow to catch it.

“Quit bitching, Harrington - I got it,” Billy muttered as he sucked up the foam from the top of the beer and handed it to Steve, smirked at the pretty boy who made a face at the stickiness.

They’re a few beers in already, Billy’s played the radio way too loud in Steve’s car because he refused to listen to his music, and he’s feeling...good. Better that he had back in his room. All thanks to the boy beside him.

Steve knew better than to ask about the shiner under his eye. Billy would tell him about it, one day. Maybe.

“You ever stargaze in Cali?” Steve piped up after a stretch of silence.

He had, obviously, but he kinda wanted to see where this would go. “Not really. Light pollution and shit.”

Steve pulled the car over and Billy smothered a grin.

“C’mon,” Steve muttered as he unbuckled his seatbelt and shut his car off, threw his door open.

Billy followed him, easily, to the front of the Beamer and leaned back against it with Steve, who was already eyeing the sky.

“Alright,” Steve hummed, and Billy turned his head up to look at the sky. It was full of stars and the moon and it was pretty, yeah, but his eyes still slid over to the prettier sight beside him.

“There,” the brunet pointed to a spot in the sky in front of them, “Is the Big Dipper. See those three stars sorta in a row? One, two, three,” Steve counted them out and Billy looked up at the sky again, saw those familiar stars, and nodded.

“Yeah, see ‘em,” he muttered.

Steve’s finger carved out a little below that patch of stars, “Okay, get this: the Big Dipper isn’t a real constellation - it’s part of ‘The Great Bear’, which is the actual constellation.”

Billy’s brows lifted, impressed, because he hadn’t expected that. “Really?” He muttered, squinting his eyes a little to focus on the stars that Steve continued to point at.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “And right above it,” his finger went north, higher in the sky, “Is the North Star - see it?”

Billy did, and he nodded, “Yeah.”

“That’s the Little Dipper, which is part of ‘The Little Bear’ constellation. It’s easy to see once you know where the Big Dipper is.”

“Hm.”

“Wanna see another one?”

“Yeah.”

Steve turned them a little and pointed out Orion’s Belt, which made it easier to find his bow, and sword. Finding Orion made it easy to find ‘The Bull’, and Billy felt a smile settle on his face the longer Steve went on and on about the stars and constellations. He wanted to tease him about it, say some shitty joke, but couldn’t find it within himself to.

“Okay, we can find ‘The Twins’ now,” Steve hummed as he pointed to a part of the sky, “You see that star there?”

Billy shook his head ‘no’ and felt Steve’s arm loop around his waist, pulled their sides flush together, where it burned Billy through to his core.

“It’s right there, see?” Steve pressed the side of their faces together, like he could get Billy to look exactly where he was, but his eyes had slid over to Steve’s face already.

It’s hard to focus on anything but the warmth of Steve’s cheek on his own. Even harder when he turned his head, brushed his lips against Steve’s skin gently, slowly. Steve gave a quiet laugh when Billy finally reached up to cup his face and turn his head, sealed their mouths together while Steve was half mumbling about the constellations.

The chill of the upcoming season made Billy shiver, but it also could’ve been the slow and sweet way Steve kissed him.

♥️

They fell in love just as the leaves did in October.

And like the snow in December.

Another Christmas present, this time with even more meaning than the last.

Billy experienced a lot of firsts before he met Steve, but not love like this. He felt it in every kiss, every embrace, every look.

On New Years Eve, they kissed twelve times at midnight and Steve muttered, “I love you,” after the last one.

Billy will always deny that he cried, but he can still taste those salty midnight tears.

♥️

Thinking of Steve’s mismatched chocolate eyes, Billy bought one of those dumb little heart-shaped boxes of chocolates for his boyfriend on the 14th of February, months later. It’s small, not very expensive, even an ugly shade of pink, but it’s for his love and that’s all that mattered.

Steve’s eyes were as wide as his grin when Billy gave them to him later that day, his ‘thank you’ kiss even sweeter than the chocolates.

“You gonna be my Valentine, hm, pretty boy?” Billy smiled, soft and sweet and so unlike last year when he’d been burning up from the inside out for this boy.

His boy smiled back, something silly and just for Billy as he promised, “Forever, baby.”

Steve Harrington, his forever valentine.

Yeah, that did sound about right.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #soft and sweet #valentine's day #i hope your day is full of love #any and all types #bambiwrites

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bastetwastaken · 8 months

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So I had an idea right. About the Yugi-crew and the whole power of friendship thing....and I thought, what if Anzu bought everyone friendship bracelets, and of course because she's a sweetheart, she buys one for the Pharaoh too.

Only, he can't actually wear it properly because of the whole lack of body thing, but Yugi knows he appreciates the gesture, so he keeps the spare bracelet for him in the hope that he'll one day get to wear it in his own skin.

.......

“Put out your arm.” Yugi's words were soft but his voice brimmed with excitement.

Atem looked at him curiously, his partner was standing with his hands behind his back, practically bouncing in place and grinning at him. He knew Yugi well enough to know that whatever was happening, he’d better just go along with it.

“Which one?” He asked.

“Doesn’t matter.” Yugi said with a shake of his head.

He hummed and held out his right arm since his other was occupied holding a book open on his lap.

“Okay, now close your eyes.” Yugi said, a radiant smile on a face which Atem could never say no to.

He did as he was asked, closing his eyes and waiting patiently. He felt Yugi take his hand and move his arm down then he felt something thin and soft on his wrist. He frowned as he felt Yugi tie whatever it was, soft fingers brushing against his arm softly as he did.

“Alright.” Yugi said happily, hand holding his once more. “Open your eyes.”

He looked down at his wrist to find a thin and brightly coloured band sitting there, many strands of thread were woven together to form a pattern of waves, all in varying shades of red and orange.

Curiously he looked back up at Yugi, meeting eyes full of happiness and something deeper which he knew only they shared.

“It’s lovely…but what is it?” He asked.

“It’s a friendship bracelet.” Yugi said happily. “You remember way back after duelist kingdom, once we got back to Domino, Anzu bought a set for us all. She got an extra one too, and well, I kept it for you… just in case we ever got this opportunity.” Yugi’s smile faltered on the last words and it almost broke his heart to see.

“Thank you.” He said softly, squeezing Yugi’s hand in his.

“Now you’ve got your own body, I thought you might like to wear it.” Yugi added.

“Of course I do.” He said happily. “I love it.”

He shifted to drop the book onto the sofa next to him then pulled Yugi's hand, throwing him off balance and Yugi fell laughing into his lap where Atem caught him easily and held him close, taking advantage of his position to kiss his cheek.

Yugi laughed loudly and squirmed, acting as if he wanted Atem to stop but the way Yugi's hand was gripping his shirt and pulling him closer told him otherwise. He kept placing quick and soft kisses to Yugi's cheek, his forehead, wherever he could reach and all the while his partner laughed happily and wiggled in his lap.

#puzzleshipping #fanfic #atem #yugi mutou #ygo dm #soft and sweet #fluffy

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 9 months

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pirate husband Eclipse for ur soul,, (aka a couple of lil doodles, one of which was done in a magma and then erased right after i think bc im. tiny and dum <3)

#bones of a rabbit #bones of a rabbit au #fnaf au #fnaf eclipse x reader #fnaf eclipse x y/n #sea monster au #sea monster y/n #sea monster reader #sea monster and pirate #pirate and sea monster au #pirate eclipse #sappy lil stinker #soft and sweet #flirty boi #blushi boyo #doodles #sketches #silly fluff

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vanessavixenx2 · 5 months

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For the feet peeps! 👣 Vv xo

#black and white #photography #sweet and sexy #curvy and proud #curves for days #soft tummy #soft and sweet #cute and sexy #soft and sexy #soft curves #curvy mature #curvalicious #mature sexy #curvy af #curvy girls #curvy blonde #natural bewbs #nudity #canada

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happybird16 · 1 year

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"Hey," his soft tone brings you to awareness, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening further. A light rattle of the metal handle, the soft drag of hardwood against carpet. "You're still in bed?"

His feet pad across the carpet to your side. You grumble, peeling your eyes opened to squint at the dark haired man. "Bad brain day," you grunt, quickly closing your eyes again and pressing your face back into the pillow.

You must be a mess, hair all twisted and knotted from tossing and turning. Laying on your stomach, the bedsheets are all twisted and tight around your legs. The bed tilts sharply as Levi sits by your side, hip close to your shoulder. Placing an arm by your side, he hovers worriedly over you. "Another headache.." he murmurs softly. You turn to face him, peeling your eyes open to meet his softened gaze.

"The light hurts," you groan. Even the darkness of the bedroom feels like knives stabbing into your eyes. Levi frowns, brows drawing up. He presses a thumb to your temple, working the digit into the lines of your furrowed brow, up across your forehead and between your brows, slowly soothing away all the stressed wrinkles.

"Shhhh," he soothes softly. He speaks quietly, immediately considerate of your aching skull. Your eyes flutter closed at the soft touch. "A migraine then. Have you taken anything for it?"

"No," you admit with a sigh. His frown deepens even further at your admission. "Didn't want to move."

He clicks his tongue, thumb dragging slowly across your cheek. "I'll grab something. Close your eyes again, i'll be right back."

Burying your face back into your pillow, you mutter a quick thanks. He pats your hair softly before rising. His socked feet cross the carpet even quieter, careful, almost gliding away.

The next thing you know, the mattress is tilting again, Levi's outer thigh pressing to your shoulder as he sits back down. A pill bottle rattling softly in one hand, a fresh glass of water in the other, Levi urges you to sit up. "I brought Ibuprofen. Drink the whole glass too, it'll help."

Your head is pounding, but you follow his direction. Taking the proffered glass, you press it to your forehead for a brief moment, soaking in the cool relief, before knocking back a couple of tablets. "Thanks again," you press yourself to his side, keeping your eyes closed as you press your head into the skin at his neck. Even the little bit of light filtering through the closed blinds hurts.

"It's nothing," Levi presses a quick kiss to your forehead. He lives for providing acts of service to his loved ones -family and friends- you know this, but still you always been like a burden whenever your brain betrays you. Levi's arm falls across your back, fingers pressing into the small of your waist and pulling you close to his side. "Have you eaten anything today? Or drank anything?"

"Mmmmgn," you whine, knowing he's going to be unhappy with your response. "Haven't really moved."

Levi clicks his tongue, softly petting the back of your head. His fingers thread into your hair, working tight circles into your scalp. "That's not good, you know that right? You need to remember to eat."

"Look whose talking," you chime back, pressing a quick kiss to his neck. Already your head feels lighter, your thoughts unfogged. You frown, "Sorry for being a bother."

"Hey," you can feel the depth of his frown through your hair. Levi often forgets to eat when he's particularly busy, simply not noticing the sharp aches of hunger pains. "We help each other, remember?"

"Yeah," your eyes flutter, head pressing heavily against his shoulder. "We're a team."

You end up spending the next hour with your head in his lap, the bedroom lights still off and his fingers working diligently into your scalp. You fall back asleep, right there, nose pressed into his thigh. When you wake up, you feel brand new, refreshed, and Levi has a light meal prepared for you.

#Tay's.drabbles #levi x reader #levi/reader #soft and sweet #this is about the migraines i get lol #levi ackerman #levi fluff

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