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What You Want
Wanda x Reader
Summary: The more frustrated she is with him the more she ends up crawling into your bed. (Afab R, no specific pronouns used)
Warnings: Smut, Cheating, Strap on use (Wanda receiving), Oral (W receiving), Fingering (W receiving), Mommy kink, semi-rough sex.
Authors note: So uhhhhhhhh fun fact: this is originally what I was planning on putting out instead of to catch a thief.
Gif Not Mine
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“Wait,” You locked eyes when you pulled away. “Are you sure? If this is what you want then I’m all yours. I just... I need you to be sure,” you said. The corners of her lips twitched up into a lazy smile as she let her head relax against the door. Wanda’s hands still cradled your face.
“I am,” She let one of her hands fall over yours before pulling it to rest on her chest. A silent insistence to continue. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” there was a string of breathy pleads that followed, only furthering thoughts so sinful the devil himself would blush. She let out a soft moan when you gave her chest an adventurous squeeze. Wanda’s reaction alone sparked a need to see just how needy she could be.
“Does he make you feel like this?” You whispered low in her ear and Wanda felt a shiver run down her spine.
“No. Only you,” Her chest was heaving. You took your time kneading and tugging just enough for her to feel the wetness pooling between her legs. There was something about how sweet you could be while still using a firm touch that was driving her wild. He never did this with her and she felt like she’d been missing out for far too long.
“You look so beautiful like this," You husked out as you let one of your hands drag slowly down the center of her torso. Heavy breaths filled the air as your gaze locked onto Wanda's blown-out pupils. Then you let your fingers tuck ever so slightly behind the waistband of her jeans, tugging her around till you could playfully push her down onto the bed. She made a cute little gasp before wiggling up to lean on her elbows as she laid back.
“You think I’m beautiful?” She asked nervously. Your answer shouldn’t mean as much as it does, but Vis wasn’t one for compliments. Or passionate gestures in general. Maybe he meant well, but Wanda always felt like she was left craving-no, requiring... more. That on top of the fact that she was 10 years older than you contributed to her nerves.
“You are the kindest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” You leaned down to trail kisses up from the crook of her neck to the pulse point just beneath her ear. She felt the warmth from your fingertips slowly dragging up and down the inside of her thigh. She failed to stop her hips from moving, trying to do whatever she could to feel your hands where she needed them most.
Your deft fingertips made quick work of undoing her jeans and pulling them off. The wet patch on her lingerie had your head spinning with desire. Wanda, in her clouded daze of need, slipped off the lingerie and her shirt before spreading her legs farther apart. Dragging out the act in the most tantalizing way. You took your time admiring every inch of her body. There was something so satisfying in knowing that she wanted you that badly.
“What is it, darling? Are you waiting for an invitation?” The question was teasingly condescending, and you found yourself licking your lips before sliding down onto your stomach. She hiked her legs over your shoulders and pulled you closer.
“Show Mommy how good your mouth is,” her words sent another wave of arousal through you. One of her hands tangled in your hair and tugged lightly. You quickly obliged, moaning at her sweet taste and flattening your tongue on her clit. Juices already starting to cover your chin.
She gasped and her head flew back as she started to slowly grind against your face. It was slow and cautious, but she was enjoying every sensation including your hands that still gripped her thighs.
“You taste so fucking good,” You mumbled as you continued your ministrations. The vibrations from your voice created a slight buzzing sensation that reached her clit and only served to make her more of a mess. Usually, she’d be embarrassed with how quickly the feeling was building in her stomach, but she was too far gone to even think at this point. You both started this dangerous game of teasing weeks ago and all she could think about was getting relief.
“Fuck! You feel so good,” She started grinding a bit harder until you decided to suck on her clit. “Just like that,” She moaned, letting her gyrations speed up as she got closer to her high. “You make me feel so fucking good,” She looked and noticed your eyes already locked on hers. A low groan escaped her lips when she felt a finger slipping inside with ease and curling ever so slightly. The amount of friction was minimal, but her senses were already on overdrive from the months of imagining this moment.
Watching Wanda's words get caught in her throat was going to be your new favorite pastime. You added a finger and curled your fingers once again. Wanda’s walls clenched around your finger, desperate for more. So you added a second finger and started pumping them in and out at a slow pace.
The room was quiet aside from the sound of your fingers, covered in her juices and curses that left the older woman’s lips as she felt her approaching orgasm. The pace of your fingers increased and the woman was seeing stars. She tightened around you and you quickly added a third, watching her writhe in pleasure with her eyes screwed shut.
She started moving her hips in time with your hand until she came undone. Wet sounds and heavy breaths filled the room. While the windows were closed, Wanda was sure your neighbors had probably heard the two of you. When she slowed to catch her breath you sat up on your knees, making the bed sink slightly. You took your time watching her chest heave as she caught her breath. Not long after, you found yourself leaning down and attaching your mouth to one of her nipples.
Her back arched and she pulled on your shirt which was promptly ripped off of you, carelessly tearing the fabric apart and tossing it into a heap on the floor. Sitting up for a moment to let yourself catch your breath gave Wanda plenty to look at. She let her fingertips drag down your chest, only employing her nails when she reached your stomach. You hissed at the unexpected sting, even though it didn't hurt. She was all but begging you to ruin her already.
“I kinda liked that shirt ya know,” you teased before moving back down to attach your lips to her soft skin.
“I’ll buy you a new one. Don’t stop,” She was too lost in the feeling of your mouth on her tits to open her eyes.
“Whatever you say, mommy,” you smirked against her skin when you heard her breathing hitch again. She pulled you up to connect your lips in a bruising kiss.
“Remember when you gave me that gag gift at the christmas party?” She asked and you furrowed your brows for a moment until it clicked and you smirked.
“On it,” you practically jumped up on your feet to grab the item from your drawer and slipped it on. Wanda laughed at your enthusiasm. It wasn’t fair to Vis, but she had been needing this. The passion, the warmth in her chest, the butterflies in her stomach. She needed you. It was a selfish thing, but it was also long overdue. Wanda didn’t want to feel miserably alone anymore.
It wasn't her fault Vision refused to sign the divorce papers.
“I need you to do something for me,” Wanda found it difficult to finish her sentence when you ground the strap against her slit. She was dripping and you bit your lip at the sight of it. A shimmer of arousal was coating the tip of the toy. Her juices made the end of the black strap shimmer in the low light of the moon.
“And what might that be?” You asked, lining the toy up with her entrance. Your eyes caught on her tightening around nothing and you bit back a carnal groan. The sight of your visible arousal only flooded Wanda with lust-filled thoughts. She couldn't wait to break.
“Don’t hold back baby,” She grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to hers. She wanted you to take her and mold her into something new. To make her feel so good she couldn't possibly forget.
“I won't,” you slowly entered her with just the tip, keeping your eyes on her as her eyes darkened again. Sharp nails dug into your skin and dragged down your back. “I’ve got you,” You reassured. She deserved better than her husband, but it wasn’t your place to talk to her about her marriage... no matter how much you wanted to.
“Then shut up and show me,” She wrapped her legs around your hips and pulled you into her, sinking the rest of the strap inside. The dirtiest moan you’d ever heard in your life escaped her lips and she was picture-perfect in that moment. Pupils blown, and her mouth hung open to release a satisfied sigh while the space between her legs was absolutely drenched.
You pulled most of the way out before thrusting back into her. Wanda’s fingers weaved into your hair and pulled hard. An action that granted her access to your neck. Soon enough you felt her teeth bite your skin before swiping her tongue over the spot to soothe it. She smirked when she heard a small moan slip past your lips.
“You feel so fucking good,” You panted out. She dove back in towards your neck, sucking hard enough to leave dark marks that would last for days. A reminder that’d hopefully have you coming back to her for more. The feeling of her teeth digging into your sensitive flesh and the base of the strap putting just the right amount of pressure against your clit had your head spinning. You started pounding into her harder than before and she hid her face in your neck to stifle her moans.
“Fuck! Just like that detka,” Her hands flew back to the mattress and gripped the sheets as she writhed under you. Wanda could feel the sheer force of your hips snapping into her and she loved every second of it. What she didn't expect (but was thoroughly enjoying) was your hand now wrapping around her neck.
The rush of pleasure had Wanda's jaw dropping as she felt herself getting close again. There was something so perfect about being used like this. The sound of you drilling into her wet cunt while the smell of sex permeated the room. It felt dirty. It felt amazing. This was exactly what Wanda had been missing out on.
In a blur of movement, her eyes caught your jaw clenching before you lifted her legs, giving you better access to plunge the strap even deeper. You carried a wicked smirk when she dropped her head back onto the pillows. A string of curses and moans left her lips until you tightened your grip on her throat. She writhed with pleasure, desperate to reach her high again. She was so close...
A sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies. Chests heaving as you both struggled for air. It was worth it. You could see her arousal creating a wet patch on the bed and something about that only drove you further into lust. Further into the addicting melodies of Wanda's breathless and repetitive cursing.
You moved with more determination now. She was desperate to cum and you were desperate to be the cause. Her walls fluttered and tightened around the toy as you locked eyes again. Something about that hungry look in her eyes made her whine as you loosened your grip on her throat.
Her legs held high in a V as both your hands now gripped her waist. You pounded into her at a brutal pace. The feeling of the strap sliding in so easily and hitting just the right spot put her on edge. You may have been soft earlier, but your rough treatment now was all-consuming and she knew she’d never get enough.
“I’m so close-“ She whined, feeling the coil in her stomach close to coming undone. You leaned your body closer into hers and captured her in a bruising kiss.
“Cum for me,” You whispered against her lips. The moment you encouraged Wanda, her mouth formed a familiar ‘o’. A scream ripped through her as she came and her body shook as she was overtaken by her orgasm. Your pace slowed as you helped her ride out her high.
It felt too soon when you pulled out of her. She whined at the empty feeling, but couldn’t find herself in the headspace to speak. Not in the aftermath of euphoria. Everything seemed slightly fuzzy until you appeared at the side of the bed with a glass of water in hand.
“Can you sit up for me, Wands?” You gently moved strands of hair out of her face as she sat back up slowly. Her legs felt weak and she was sore, but utterly blissed out as she took the glass of water and drank.
“We’re doing that again,” She breathed out after handing the glass back to you. You laughed softly and nodded in agreement.
“You should probably get back soon though...” You tried to stop the frown from making its way onto your lips and Wanda snapped out of her daze. She almost forgot.
“Yeah, I can just- I’ll go,” She quickly scrambled to stand. The weight of her decision was starting to creep up on her. Vision hadn't even signed the papers yet, he was at home with the boys waiting for her to come back from her evening run.
Those things alone she could deal with, but how could she be so stupid to think that you’d want more than just a fleeting moment? You're young, of course, you wouldn't want forever.
“Wanda...” You trailed off, watching her pull her clothes back on with purpose.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ She shook her head and pulled her shoes back on. At least Vis wouldn’t question how sweaty and out of breath she was.
“Wanda,” You said in a firm tone. This grabbed her attention and she locked eyes with you. “I meant everything I said before. I don’t regret this,” Your hand reached out for hers and she let you take it.
“Really?” She asked hopefully.
“Really,” You confirmed and gave her a soft smile. Her hand raised to cup your cheek before kissing you softly. The truth was that you’d do anything for her. Whatever she wanted. Even if it was being her secret.
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brokenchairwrites · 1 year
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Reworked something and am very proud to share this with you <3
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bexatomarama · 2 years
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“ you kissed me first. “ “ i definitely didn’t. “ “ you were literally all over me. “
(with whoever you're feeling 👀💕)
I've been sitting with this in my inbox for forever but I finally sat down and cracked out a little Calloway introspective <3 The man screams angst!
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He was a man starved.
The remnants of his West Virginian home offered little comfort. Nothing but a bleak reminder of his own mutilation, the wealth he once possessed nothing but moth-eaten rot and rust amongst the hickory trees. Reduced to ash and charred beyond belief the closer North one travelled. The Eclectic Era façade decaying deep within wood rot, an anachronism in this brave new world, much like him.   
The dust danced across the foyer, the broken slates of the second-floor leaking sunlight courtesy of the destroyed roof. Yellowed posters of his prime grimaced between broken glass and black mold. The once grand mirror that graced the stairwell landing had been shattered beyond belief, shards of glass littering the steps amongst the crystalline remnants of the chandelier.
It was suffocating, flanked on all fronts by the destruction. Everything he had worked so hard for, snuffed out like a match in its prime. He was so close to showing the world that he had risen from the wood rot of Appalachia a better man. That he wouldn’t be suffocated in the bosom of the mountains, coal dust his powder and sweat his cologne. He was better than that, he deserved much more than the life he'd been born into.  
Ironic then that he now longed for the simple comforts of home. The community, the unity, so very different than this self-imposed solitude. Even before the War, he feared hangers on would destroy his chances to excel in the theatre, so he burned every bridge he came across as his popularity swelled. He only needed the arm candy his producers would throw to him, like a seal being rewarded a fish for a trick.
His scoff echoed in the empty mansion, the building groaning in response. The wind that whistled through the bare bones of his once grand home were the only company he received since the bombs fell. Since he emerged from the shelter tucked snug within the very mountain range his family toiled in.
Alone.
Always alone.
“They would only hold me back,” His voice a rasp against the silence, barely audible past the howling winds.
His skin ached, the scar left over from the clef in his lip seemed to tingle against the irradiated wind. He traced it absentmindedly, it seemed much thicker as of late, pulling at his lips and pulsating red hot against his fingers.  
The action was soothing, it reminded him briefly of the time right before he had hit it big, just getting his foot in the door of theatre. He was just a boy then, barely a youth of nineteen. He had thought he was in love.
Johnny had been a model that ran around the same bars and clubs as the theater stars. The two had been introduced in passing and the young man he once was had been smitten. The two were inseparable then, witty banter quickly turned to sidelong glances between sets and behind the scenes. The modeling agency eventually brought the two together for a cross promotion shoot.
What a fool he’d been.
Johnny had kissed him within his dressing room after the shoot, and for a moment the two men were the only two in the world. Everything had led up to this moment, he finally felt like he belonged. Warm and safe in his lovers embrace, backlit by tacky vanity lights and smelling of linen and woodsmoke. This was bliss, and for one agonizingly sweet moment it all felt right.
A glimmer to the right caught his attention then, just as Johnny propped him against the wall of the dressing room. A gold wedding band fit snug against the ring finger of his left hand. His heart sank as Johnny broke the kiss, confused at what had captivated his partner.
When he had noticed his partners steely gaze on the offending wedding band, Johnny shushed him before cupping his face towards his once more.
Shame burned his face scarlet, creeping down his neck and burning under his collar. He was roughly the same size as Johnny, maybe a touch taller, lean muscles locking up as he shoved the older man off and away.
“You’re married.” It was a statement, monotone as the rage and shame mixed within his chest. How dare he toy with him like this?
“What’s the issue?” Johnny had scoffed, combing his disheveled hair with the palm of his hand, “You kissed me first.”
He felt his heart skip a beat. The heat radiating from his checks was palpable as he shook.
“I definitely did not.”
“You were literally all over me.”
Johnny said it with such a bored, practiced ease that it set his jaw on edge. How many young starlets had been spoon fed the same line after the realization? How many cared enough to stop?
Johnny leaned in closer, “Who’re they gonna believe? Some little mediocre Podunk actor no one can understand or-“
He never knew what Johnny was going to say next, at that very moment all the rage he’d felt for being shamed by someone he thought had loved him had taken control. He beat into him till his knuckles bled and then some more after that. At some point a producer had come to investigate the noise and it had taken several crew members to pull him off of Johnny.
It didn’t take long after for the scandal to reach the general public, printed out in bold letters and gossiped about on the local radio stations. Local Appalachian boxing some big-name New York model so bad he’d knocked the man unconscious in his own dressing room.
News of the rivalry was all the community could talk about for years after. He had taken solace in the whole affair once he learned from his fellow actors just how sleazy the man was.
Though, he supposes none of that matters now. For all he knows they’re all dead in the wastes somewhere. Remnants of the past, rotting beneath the stage they’d once commanded.
And, here he was, alone in the rot of his once grand manor. Irradiated wind chilling him to his core and whispering amongst the wood rot and decay. Reminiscing such a shameful experience from his youth just to taste the connection he had briefly shared with another. Sating the starvation, if only for a moment, with one memory at a time.
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deancaskiss · 7 months
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it was just meant to be teasing. dean with his fourth beer in hand with a romcom playing in the background. cas sat next to him on the couch. the characters on the screen were in the middle of a cliche ‘spin the bottle’ game, and dean recklessly decided that would be a good idea; teasing cas about using one of his empty beer bottles to spin and then kissing him because they were the only two in the room. “cmere and kiss me,” dean grinned, bumping cas’ shoulder with his own. cas shook his head, eyes darting away from dean. “cmon, it’s just a kiss. movie magic. doesn’t mean anythin’,” dean teased, nudging cas again. but this time, cas stiffened, shifting away from dean and moving to get off the couch. “and what if it means something to me?” cas said, stilted and closed off. dean froze, eyes darting between cas and the movie and then cas again. then he reached out, hand snagging the sleeve of cas’ trenchcoat. “cmere,” he murmured as he gently tugged cas back down onto the couch, as closely pressed against his side as he could manage. then quieter, softer, “kiss me, cas,” and when cas leaned in, dean closed the gap to press his lips to cas’.
as it turns out, kissing cas wasn’t movie magic… it was just magic.
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babybluebex · 2 years
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*claps hands together* okay SO. listen. even though i know some people dont like it, i am kind of a sucker for “tomboy character gets femmed up and male protagonist falls for them hard” cliche, and imagining that with a fem!reader (or just a kinda fem enby like myself) who’s one of eddies childhood friends SENDS me 😭 ofc no pressure!! your writing is wonderful as always and take all the time you need 🥰
𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re not exactly a girly-girl, but, after corroded coffin is booked to play prom, you decide to surprise your best friend with a dress and a confession. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson (stranger things) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: tomboy!reader, a LOT of fluff, brief blood mention 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: eek thanks for sending in this request! i had such a good time writing it!
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You didn’t usually give much thought to dances or school functions, or really school at all. All of the events, be it homecoming or the Snowflake Ball or that weird assembly about saying no to drugs, were a complete snooze fest. Even prom irked you. Who would actually want to hang around the gymnasium and drink flat punch for hours and listen to whatever crappy band was hired out for the night? The concept of it never struck any flame inside you, so you never cared about it. 
Until this prom. Until Corroded Coffin. 
“How the fuck,” you started, tossing a crumb at Eddie as he strutted proudly around the lunch table. “Did you manage to get Higgins to hire your sorry-ass band to play prom?” 
“I can be persuasive!” Eddie returned quickly, dodging your crumb with a smile. “Anyway, I also told him that it would motivate me in my schoolwork.”
“How would that…” you began with a roll of your eyes. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know how you smooth-talked that away. So, you’ve got your Saturday booked up. What happened to renting Halloween, like we talked about?” 
“We can still do that,” Eddie told you quickly. “Prom officially ends at 11, then I’ve got the rest of the night for my favorite girl.” 
Your heart swept up into your throat as he passed behind you, his hand lightly trailing your shoulder. You and Eddie had been through thick and thin since meeting, way back in preschool, and he loved you like you were his sister. You, however, had something festering in your heart. 
It had happened back years ago, despite the awful buzzed hairstyle that he had rocked all through junior high. Somewhere between seventh and eighth grade, you had developed a huge crush on your best friend, one that had consumed every second of every day. And now, your last year of high school (and Eddie’s third senior year), your crush had managed to dull down to less all-consuming and more… Loving. 
You didn’t have a crush on your best friend, you loved him. And soon you would leave him for college. You worried if your friendship would survive the distance, but, the one time you had talked to Eddie about it, he had assured you that he would write and visit every chance he got. But, as the time drew nearer and nearer, it felt less likely to happen. He would get a job, you would move, and you’d never have time for each other, and, eventually, he would only be that guy you used to know.
Spending time with Eddie mattered to you, and you were only slightly hurt that Eddie would drop your plans to perform at the stupid fucking prom. He had never gone to prom, nor had you ever heard him express any interest in going, and you groaned at him. “Since when do you even wanna go to prom?” you asked. 
“Since I decided that this is my last chance to,” Eddie said, and he finally settled down in his chair at the head of the lunch table. “I’m fuckin’ done with Hawkins High, and I’m gonna graduate and leave this place in my dust. I don’t have anything to lose. Anyway, it’s a gig. I’ll get paid. We can rent Halloween and buy some snacks. Sounds like a good deal to me.” 
You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m going,” you told him. 
“Going where?” Eddie asked, and you coughed out a laugh. 
“To prom, dork,” you returned. “I wanna see you guys perform.” 
“Really?” Eddie asked with a furrow of his eyebrows. “Prom isn’t my scene, but it’s really not your scene. Don’t torture yourself just ‘cause you wanna spend time with little ole me.” 
“What do you mean it’s ‘not my scene’?” you asked, and you stole a carrot off of Dustin’s lunch tray. The freshman gasped at you, and you jokingly mocked his gasp before giving him an exaggerated pout. “Prom can be my scene.” 
“You just don’t…” Eddie started. “Getting all dressed up and everything, I know you hate that.” 
“You’re right,” you sighed, slumping back in your chair. “But you never know, I might surprise you and show up. It’s just a Corroded Coffin gig, right?” 
“We’re gonna be playing dumb covers,” Eddie grumbled. “We were given a very specific list of dos and don’ts. No heavy metal, nothing vulgar—”
“So, you’re a cover band for the night,” you giggled, and Eddie scrunched up his face in fake-annoyance before he tossed a pretzel in your direction. It hit your cheek and fell down into your lap, and you grinned as you plucked it up and ate it. “I know how you feel about musical integrity, Eds.”
“Yeah, well, integrity goes out the window when you get paid,” Dustin chuckled, and Eddie flashed him a dirty look. “Well, doesn’t it?”
“Whatever,” Eddie said. “Fuck you guys. If you wanna show up to prom, do it. See if I care.” 
“I will,” you told him, and you stuck your tongue out at Eddie at the same time that he stuck his out at you. “And I’ll watch you care so much.”
Prom, unluckily for you, was only 3 days out. You hated the idea of dressing up for it, just as Eddie had predicted you would. You hated the whole glitz and glamour thing, and the thought of intentionally getting all dolled up with hair and makeup and some big dress and heels made you feel sick. But, you considered, it was for Eddie. You would do a lot for him, this included. 
The problem came with the dress. Dresses were scarce in your closet, let alone something really nice, and you knew that no stores would have anything like what you wanted that was even remotely in your price range on such a short notice. 
On the night, just hours short of prom, you chewed your lip as you held the phone to your chest, debating if you truly wanted to do this, and you rolled your eyes as you got over yourself. It was Eddie— you could show up in a potato sack and he’d still call you pretty. 
You quickly dialed Mike Wheeler’s number, rotating the dial as you tried to remember it. You had only ever called him once before, getting on his ass for being late to Hellfire last semester, but it wasn’t the younger Wheeler that you wanted to talk to. 
His mom answered the phone. “Hi, Mrs. Karen,” you said, hoping to sound sweet and charming. “Is Nancy around? I have a question for her.” 
“Why’re you calling me?” Nancy asked as the phone was passed to her, and you sighed. 
“You’re the only girl I remotely know,” you started. “And I need a dress.” 
“A dress?” Nancy repeated. “Why? Are you going to prom tonight? Don’t you have a prom dress?” 
“Well, no,” you started, curling the phone cord anxiously around your finger. “I, umm, wasn’t really planning on going to prom. But now I am, and, like I said, you’re, like, the only girl I even sorta halfway know. We were in Kaminsky’s class together sophomore year, and Mike’s in Hellfire, and I just… I need a dress. Anything! It could be a church dress, sundress, it could be anything. I just need help.” 
“Right,” Nancy said slowly. “Umm… Come over, I guess. I’ll see what I can do for you.” 
You had never even been over to Wheeler’s house before, and going to see specifically Nancy Wheeler felt odd. You especially felt weird walking into her pink-topia bedroom, wearing your ripped jeans and dirty Converse and flannel shirt that used to be Eddie’s but you had stolen off of him. To top it all off, of course, her only dress options were pink and/or glittery. But you weren’t going to be a choosing beggar, and you decided on one that was the least egregious. A strapless burst of light pink tulle that fell down to your calves hugged your frame, and you examined yourself from every angle in Nancy’s little white wicker mirror. 
“How is that?” Nancy asked, stepping behind you into the reflection. 
“I feel like a princess,” you mumbled, turning again to look at your back. 
“Is that good or bad?” Nancy asked, and you shrugged. 
“It’s…” you started. The dress showed off your dirty shoes and scrunched socks, but you sorta liked the way it looked. You felt pretty. “I think it's good.” 
“And if you let your hair down…” Nancy started softly, reaching out and shaking your hair out of the perpetual ponytail that it was in. Your hair was dented from the ponytail holder as it fell down, and you took a deep breath. “Maybe curled it… A little makeup… Is Eddie your date?” 
“No,” you scoffed, but you looked away from the mirror all the same. “No, his band is performing, and I was gonna surprise him.” 
Nancy suddenly got a smile on her face, like she knew something or understood you, and she said, “You’re trying to look nice for Eddie.”
“No, I’m not!” you said. “I… I don’t know. I just wanna… Look like I’m going to prom, I guess. It’ll shake him up, seeing me in a dress, it’s gonna be funny.” 
“Honey,” Nancy said gently. “It’s okay to wanna look nice for the guy you like. I mean, any girl would want that.”
“I don’t like Eddie—” you tried to say, but Nancy shook her head, her permed curls bouncing around her face. 
“Then why do you wanna look so nice?” Nancy asked. “You could’ve showed up in your jeans.” 
You frowned, examining the dress once more, and you sighed. “Okay, fine,” you mumbled. “I just… I like Eddie, I really like him, and I just… Maybe I do wanna look nice for him, whatever. Don’t judge me.” 
Nancy looked at your reflection for a few more quiet moments, and she finally said, “You can keep that dress. I never wear it.” 
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The band was already performing by the time you showed up. Given, you had shown up a little late, but you were sure that Eddie wouldn’t mind. You were sure that, even if you hadn’t showed up at all, he wouldn’t have minded. 
That way, you would’ve missed seeing him in that dumb fucking suit. 
Suit was not exactly what it was. It was a tuxedo, black, with a white shirt that had some frilly bullshit on the chest. You could tell that Eddie was despising the black bowtie around his neck and the cumberbund around his middle, and you also knew for a fact that he was hating every second of having his hair pulled back into a ponytail. You almost wanted to laugh at him. Your hand came up to cover your mouth to hide your laughter, as if he could see you from across the gym. 
Eddie was standing very still as he played his guitar, some gentle-paced love song that couples all around the gym were slow dancing to. You had seen him play guitar before, and you knew that he usually played with all of the energy in his body, headbanging and jumping around. You had wiped blood off of his face before after he had rammed his head into the headstock of his guitar, even. He looked miserable, and you frowned. Poor Eddie. 
You weaved through the dancing couples to make it up to the small stage, and Eddie’s dark eyes found you in an instant. You waved at him carefully, not wanting to draw his attention away from the song for too long, but that failed in an instant. He had already missed a cord and, as his hands floundered to get back on track, he struck a sour note. 
You saw him mutter something that looked like “Fuck it”, and he pulled his guitar up and over his head before he said something in Jeff’s ear. Then, he jumped down from the stage and, smugly adjusting his bowtie, swaggered up to you. 
“Alright, cut that shit out,” you laughed as he approached you. “I can tell you’re not having a good time.” 
“Jesus Christ, am I that easy to figure out?” Eddie asked, dropping his hand from his tie. “I hate this fucking monkey suit.” 
“You look like the kid from Back To The Future,” you giggled. “That tux is hideous, Eds.” 
“Kinda felt like him too,” Eddie mumbled. “My hands stopped playing when I saw you. Holy shit, by the way! You look—”
“Hideous?” you repeated with a shrug. “I know.” 
“Beautiful,” Eddie said breathlessly. His eyes were canvassing your whole body, from your curled hair to your pink-painted lips to your dress, and even down to your scuffed Converse and scrunched-up socks. “I didn’t know you had this in you.”
“Shut up,” you laughed, reaching out and punching Eddie’s shoulder. “If I look beautiful, then you’re downright handsome.”
“I’ll take it,” Eddie chuckled lightly, and the smile dropped off of his face. “You wanna… You wanna dance?” 
“Seriously?” you asked. “Do you really wanna dance?”
“Kinda,” Eddie shrugged, and your heart jumped in your chest. “But not if you don’t want to.” 
“Oh,” you said softly. “Well… Yeah. Sure.” 
You watched Eddie swallow thickly as he took a step towards you, and your skin rippled as he put his hands on your waist. “Have you ever slow danced before?” you asked, and Eddie shook his head. 
“No,” he said. He seemed nervous, and you were taken aback. Eddie, your high-strung best friend, never afraid and always loud, was nervous. Was he nervous to dance with you? Or was he really that insecure about the way he was dressed?
“You do look really nice,” you mumbled. “Really… Seriously handsome.”
“Thanks,” Eddie said as you circled your arms around his neck. “Umm, are my hands okay here?” 
“Yeah,” you told him. After a moment of consideration, you added, “They can go lower, on my hips, if you want.” 
“No,” Eddie said. “I like holding you here.” 
You nodded, trying not to think about his words too hard. Sure, you had hugged Eddie before, loads of times, and he always threw his gangly arms around you and squeezed hard, and he never seemed anxious about it. Your heart was racing inside your chest as you moved even closer to Eddie and rested your chin on his shoulder, letting your cheek brush his neck. Your body fit against his like the most perfect puzzle piece, and you sighed lightly. 
It was now or never. “Eds?” you whispered. His grip tightened on your waist at the gentle nickname, and you started to add, “I—”
Eddie cut you off, though, in the best way he could have. He turned his head and swiftly pressed his lips to yours, lingering for just a moment before pulling away, all too soon for your liking. “Sorry,” he said quickly. “I, umm… I’ve had the biggest crush on you for a long time. A-And you’re about to leave for college, and you look so fucking beautiful— not that you don’t look beautiful every day, I actually sorta prefer your jeans and everything— and I just, I can’t hold it back any more. I love you.”
“Eddie,” you sighed heavily, your voice trembling. “I mean… I don’t know what to say to you.”
“Tell me you love me,” Eddie whispered, and he pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Tell me I didn’t just fuck everything up.” 
You looked at him, entranced by his wide, dark eyes, and you leaned back in, pressing your lips to his again. His hands fluttered on your waist for a moment before he dragged you right up against him, his palms pressing flat to your back, and his lips moved gently against yours as he kissed you. Eddie was kissing you; it was your dream come true. 
As you broke the kiss, you could feel Eddie’s heartbeat flush against your chest, and you giggled softly, looking down at your swaying feet. “I love you, you dork,” you told him. 
“You still down for Halloween later?” Eddie asked hopefully, his eyebrows raising. “Watching a scary movie with your boyfriend?” 
“Yes,” you told him with a smile. “Yes, I am so down for that. As long as you let me hide during the scary parts.” 
“I’ll kiss it better,” Eddie said. “How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
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Alright! Request time! Lemme get a request with Mickey, natch, but hear me out. You and he, catching a mid-afternoon movie for a date, starts off sweet, and the theater is empty except for you both. He cannot keep his hands off you when twenty minutes after the trailers happen he realizes no one else is showing up. He teases and touches till you give in and let him fuck you in the theater. Some risky, public, try to keep it down, don't get caught sex in the theater. Passionate, needy, messy, some begging, make it so, so good just like I know you will.
When Boredom Strikes (Mickey Altieri x Fem!AFAB!Reader)
You and Mickey have an afternoon date at the movies, but boredom quickly consumes him, forcing him to find alternate ways to entertain himself.
Word Count: 3k
Warning/s: language, smut, p in v, slight degradation, fingering, public/semi public sex, praise, begging, almost caught fucking, teasing, thirsty Mickey, riding, ect.
Bex Bex BEX. You know damn well what this request has done to me these last couple of days. I’m happy to oblige. Here we go!
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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Mickey stood with his arm casually slung around your shoulder as he eyed the movie options up on the board, pulling a face at every single one of them. “Fuck, there’s really no halfway decent movies.”
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, looking up at his dramatically disgusted face. “Well, whose bright idea was it to ditch class to come watch a movie in the middle of the afternoon, Mick?”
He glanced down at you, his pretty brown eyes playfully amused and a smile lit up his face as he lifted your chin with his finger, ducking his head down to peck you lightly on the lips, in which you eagerly reciprocated. “We missed our last date because I had to edit my short film and you’ve got a packed schedule for the rest of this week so I didn’t really have much of a choice now, did I?” He pointed out, reluctantly moving his face away from yours.
You nodded your head a little as you looked up at the board yourself, eyes scanning the cheesy rom com movies, every single one of them containing the exact same main plot point of a girl who didn’t realise love was right there all along. You knew Mickey hated these sort of movies with a passion, claiming they had no depth and no entertainment value whatsoever.
Being with a film geek like Mickey meant you were subjected to listen to his intensely angry ramblings about how cinema was quote “going down fucking hill,” and how there’s “nothing like the classics anymore.” You’d listen to him with a cocked eyebrow and watch him as he would rifle through his seemingly never ending cases of illegally pirated films that varied from action to mystery then to his personal favourite, horror.
As much as you loved him, you never quite understood his affliction with horror movies. Sure, you enjoyed them, but you’d see the intense excitement in his eyes as he watched some blonde girl with big tits get brutally butchered and ripped apart and you’d listen to him rant about the “authenticity” of the production value with blank but affectionate eyes. Nobody could say that he wasn’t passionate.
The theatre attendant sighed, her nails drumming impatiently on the counter as she stared unseeingly past the two of you with a bored expression. Mickey glanced at her, unable to stop the small roll of his eyes at her attitude.
“Just pick one and we’ll watch it. And choose fast because this one’s about to fall asleep.” Mickey said to you under his breath, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. You knew better than to offer to pay, knowing you’d be met with a disgusted look of horror at the very idea of you wanting to pay for absolutely anything.
You loosely gestured to the least sappy looking movie for his benefit, secretly relieved you didn’t have to sit through yet another bloody mess of a film and Mickey paid the attendant and took the tickets as she mumbled, “enjoy your movie,” He nodded his head at her politely and picked up the popcorn and drinks, begrudgingly making his way into the theatre with a grimace on his face at the thought of having to sit in the freezing theatre for two hours and watch this god awful movie. But as he walked toward the theatre doors, popcorn under one arm and you under the other, he noticed how deserted the place was. Just you, himself and 3 attendants in the entire place. He smiled a little to himself, knowing full well he could have a lot of fun with this little benefit when the boredom would truly take over.
As you both settled down in your assigned seats beside each other Mickey placed the popcorn by next to his feet, leaning back on the chair with his eyes scanning the room. Just as he’d hoped, it was completely deserted apart from the two of you. He glanced at your face, the smile still on his lips as you looked back at him, asking him in a suspicious tone, “what?”
“Nothing, nothing.” He said, diverting his eyes from you and to the large screen as the trailers began to play.
“Give me my popcorn.” You said, holding out your hand expectantly.
“No, no, absolutely not.” Mickey shook his head as he spoke, pushing your hand away gently.
“What? Why?”
“Baby, you always finish your popcorn before the movie even starts and what happens? Oh, Mickey.” He mocked your voice in an absolutely terrible impression, twirling imaginary hair around his finger as he spoke. “I finished all my popcorn, give me yours.” He looked at you with knowing eyes and a playful smile on his lips as he dropped his hand back down onto the arm rest. “Just wait for the opening titles at least.” He said in his normal voice.
“You think you know me so well. I don’t fucking sound like that. Ass.” You grumbled under your breath, slumping back in your seat with a pout. He laughed at you affectionately, reaching for your hand and bringing it up to his lips, kissing it gently.
“Huh, guess it’s just us.” You mused as you watched one of the attendants close the theatre doors, leaving just you and Mickey in the large dark room with nothing but the glowing light of the screen shining down on the two of you.
“Guess it is.” Mickey said lightly, shifting in his seat and dropping your hand in favour of resting his palm on the smooth bare skin of your thigh, his fingers lightly tracing shapes and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Mickey was big on casual physical contact, especially whilst watching movies. The cheerful opening of the movie caught your attention and your eyes set on the screen, deciding to make the most of your date together by actually enjoying the movie, even if he didn’t.
Twenty minutes into the film and Mickey was bored out of his mind. You seemed engrossed with the movie, shushing Mickey every couple of minutes when he tried to talk to you or complain about the “god awful” film.
“This is so fucking sh-“
You swatted at his arm lightly, shushing him once again and he groaned, slumping back in his seat and letting his head fall backward against the soft material of the chair. The two dimensional characters seemed to mock him through the screen as the actors paraded around with an awful performance. He physically recoiled as he heard the cheesy lines being spoken.
Nobody fucking talks like that. He thought to himself with a grimace.
He began to think of what he could do to make this date a little more interesting. He quickly scanned the theatre double checking the room once again to make sure it was empty before his fingers slowly danced across your thigh, casually moving in between your legs.
He chuckled a little as you slapped his hand, pinning your legs together as you sent him a small glare. “No, Mickey.” You said as sternly as you could muster. He looked at you completely unphased and raised an eyebrow, but said absolutely nothing.
One of Mickey’s favourite pastimes is fooling around with you in semi-public places. Semi-public was okay, semi-public was fun and exciting. It was even encouraged. There was only a risk of being caught. You knew exactly what he was thinking at the moment, what he wanted to do. But doing it here, in the middle of a movie theatre? That was a little too risky for your liking. You felt his hand move back to your thigh after a couple of seconds, still tracing small shapes onto your skin with a feather light touch. You clenched your teeth, staring at the screen to try and focus on the movie again, but now that felt almost impossible.
How the fuck did he always manage to do this to you? Completely divert your attention and make you focus explicitly on him and what you wanted him to do to you? The fact he didn’t even need to speak in order for you to waver on your insistence not to fuck him in a movie theatre was almost making you angry with yourself and your lack of ability to stand by your decisions.
He waited until you relaxed your rigid stance and your legs unstiffened, his fingers still grazing your skin gently before he made another much slower move. His fingers hardly even touched you as he lightly brushed your inner thigh. He smiled to himself a little when he heard your breath hitch a little and felt you look up at him with imploring eyes. He made sure his eyes were still set on the screen as if he was completely sucked into the crappy movie. You looked down at his hand, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth as it moved upward underneath your skirt, feeling his fingertips glide up your inner thigh, your legs opening for him as though they had a mind of their own before feeling him very lightly grazing your clit through the soft cotton material of your already damp panties.
You shifted a little, fingers digging into the dark red upholstery of the arm of the chair, your legs instinctively inching even wider for him and you heard him let out a small, satisfied laugh as he felt the damp patch.
Fuck.
“Look who's changed her mind.” He murmured softly under his breath. You ignored him, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him move your panties to the side, his index finger slowly sliding up the length of your slit to collect moisture before torturously circling your clit with a pace that was so slow, so light, that it was almost painful. He let out another chuckle as he felt the heat on his fingers and heard the small whimper fall out from between your lips, his eyes still not moving from the screen.
Your head fell back against your seat as his fingers gradually increased speed, circling over your clit in the way he knew drove you crazy, but not quite applying enough pleasure for you to genuinely enjoy it. Mickey shifted a little in his seat so he was leaning toward you, eyes finally dragging away from the screen and to your face, watching you with dark and almost amused eyes as your chest heaved and your grip on the armrest tightened so hard your knuckles turned white. His fingers suddenly abandoned your clit in favour of plunging two of them knuckle deep into your pussy and causing you to let out a loud, unfiltered moan.
“Shh.” He whispered to you, his free hand covering your mouth as he continued to move his long fingers inside of you, hooking and curling them to graze the spot inside of you that was bound to make you cum sooner rather than later if he carried on.
Your eyes nervously flickered around the room again, terrified you’d missed a spectator in one of the chairs that would turn around and find some girl getting fingered by her boyfriend in the middle of a movie theatre. Of course there was no one, but his free hand remained on your mouth as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and before resting his forehead on your temple.
“You gotta be quiet, okay?“ he said in your ear, another twist of his fingers inside of you causing you to moan against his hand in response. His fingers abruptly stopped moving, frozen inside of you and you looked at him in desperate confusion as his other hand moved from your mouth to slide down behind your head, gripping your hair firmly by the roots and forcing you to look into his eyes. “Do you promise you’ll be quiet?” He whispered, hand dropping from your mouth so you could respond.
“Mmm- mm yes.” You gasped out, your voice pleading and almost whiny as you bucked your hips against his hand, desperate to feel friction again. “Please, Mickey.”
“Look at you.” He said tauntingly. “Twenty minutes ago you were slapping my hand away and now here you are, dripping down my arm and begging for me to get you off in the middle of a movie theatre.”
He suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up and pressing them against your lips. You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, sucking your own arousal off of them eagerly. He let out somewhat of a growl as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers as you greedily tasted yourself and he quickly glanced behind him at the door before he slid his fingers out of your mouth slowly to unbuckle his belt. As he did, you were almost too eager to drop to your knees so you could blow him but he stopped you with his hand, shaking his head once whilst saying, “No, no,” and pulling his jeans and briefs down so his cock was just about out, already hard and pressed against his toned stomach. “Panties off, leave the skirt on.”
Your eyes widened a little as you hesitated, glancing up at the theatre doors. Mickey followed your gaze and rolled his eyes a little at you. “What, so you’re fine letting me finger your pussy here but you don’t want to fuck? Come on now, baby.”
You could hear the sarcasm in his voice and you scowled at him, but obediently removed your panties, discarding them on the floor by your feet.
“Good girl.” Mickey grinned at you, looking victorious as he grabbed your arm as soon as they were off, practically yanking you onto his lap. You straddled him with your knees either side of him, just about hovering over him as you felt the flushed head of his cock lightly graze your swollen clit, the sensation so slight yet so intense it sent a small shiver throughout your entire body. Mickey felt it too, sighing a little as he felt you just barely touching him.
The light of the huge screen dully illuminated the two of you as Mickey hitched your skirt around your waist before sliding his hands around to grip your ass, spreading you open for him as he angled his hips up, groaning quietly as he slowly began filling you. You let out a gasp that was a little too loud at the satisfying stretch, causing Mickey to stop abruptly, gripping your hips so you couldn’t move.
“What did I say?”
“I- I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” You begged him as quietly as you could. He could feel your body trembling with need and he couldn’t help but oblige you.
His eyes remained on your face, though you were hardly visible in the dim light of the screen and he smiled at your desperate expression before continuing to push up into you, sighing in satisfaction at the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around him as he did. You angled your hips downward, impatient at his slow pace so you could envelop him completely and almost too eagerly. The thrill of fucking him in a public place where a stranger could walk in at any given moment and see the two of you was more exciting than you had anticipated, your earlier anxiety and concerns becoming nothing more than a distant and irrelevant memory. It made you more eager and hungry for him, more than you could have even begun to imagine. It took Mickey by surprise as he let out a small, breathless laugh as your hips rolled against him, thoroughly enjoying the reluctantly quiet moans you were panting in his ear.
“Such a whore.” He whispered into your hair, sliding one of his hands up your back and gripping the back of your neck under your hair. The sound of his voice in your ear as you rode him sent tingles through your body, spurring you on. “Look at you, riding me like a slut in the middle of a movie theatre, fucking acting like you didn’t want this the whole time. Bad fucking girl.” You groaned at his words, throwing your head back and moving your hands to rest behind you on his thighs, feeling the familiar need for him to take control. He obliged you once again, his hands resting your waist and holding you still as he began to grind his hips upwards and fuck deep into you, treating you as if you were his very own sex doll.
You almost cried out, turning your head and biting into the soft skin of your shoulder as you felt him thrust up into you, feeling his cock hitting all of the right places. You felt the slight stubble of his trimmed hair prick and grind over your clit, stimulating you perfectly as your nails dug into his thighs, making him let out a small hiss and grind up into you even faster, watching intently as your tits bounced from behind your thin tank top.
Your body was held still in his firm grip with your only movements being a reaction from him as he fucked you to his own accord as you tried hard not to make too loud of a sound. One of his hands moved from your waist to slide between the two of you, his thumb applying pressure to your clit and moving in small, calculated circles. His head fell forward to watch himself sliding in and out of your convulsing pussy, groaning as he felt you clench and tighten around him. He knew you were close to cumming when he felt your legs start to shake beside him and he knew he was close too. Just watching you with your mouth biting into your own shoulder to stop yourself from screaming as he fucked up into you in the middle of the day in a movie theatre was driving him insane, and he didn’t feel the need to prevent your impending orgasm or his own, the need to tease you disappeared in favour of feeling you cum on his dick.
Your head lifted from your shoulder and you looked at him, panting desperately with wide eyes. “I- I’m gonna- p- please can I-“
Mickey suddenly let out a sharp gasp and quickly grabbed you by your arms that were still propping you up by your hands on his thighs and hastily pulled you toward him, gently but quickly turning you around so you were sitting on his lap and he tugged at the end of your skirt so it covered the sight of his dick still stuffed inside of you. You frowned a little in surprise at the sudden unwelcome change, his heart hammering against your back and his panting breath on the back of your neck. You went to glance back at him in confusion only to see the theatre doors wide open and an attendant stroll in.
You looked at Mickey’s face in alarm but his eyes were set on the screen, refusing to meet you. You turned your head back around and looked at the screen, seeing nothing. You weren’t even sure what the movie was about anymore but you stared at the characters desperately. Mickey’s hand rested on your hip as the theatre clerk stood by the door, eyes scanning the room. It was just dark enough that the man wouldn’t be able to spot your panties bunched up on the floor, let alone you sat with your boyfriends still rigid cock up inside of you. To him, it probably looked as though you were sat on his lap cuddling him.
You shifted anxiously, feeling Mickey’s breathing change as you did so and you realised that at this angle, he could really feel you. Your eyes flickered to the utterly bored looking attendant who seemed to have his attention grabbed by the movie as an idea started ringing in your head. You slightly adjusted yourself, rising up a little and angling your hips back down. You heard him take in a sharp breath, his fingers bruising your hips as you moved very calculated and slow, unable to wipe the satisfied smile off your face as you felt his cock twitch almost pathetically inside of you.
“Filthy bitch wants to get caught.” You heard him mutter between his teeth.
You shrugged every so slightly, responding to him in a hushed whisper, “you started it. I’m finishing it.”
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Sweet Like Sugar
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing: Bex/Danis Rating: General Summary: The Grand Revel. A night of revelry, sweets, and love. Bex and Danis find joy in the simple things. Words: 2680 Additional Tags: Gift Exchange, Tieflings, Romance, Love, Celebrations, Valentine's Day, Fluff
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Elturel Tiefling Camp Discord Server Exchange gift for @omgkalyppso. I hope you enjoy it! It was my first time writing for Bex and Danis, they are so cute and deserve all of the fics.
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The streets of Baldur’s Gate were packed with festival goers, dressed in thick robes or cloaks, trying to keep warm against the cold winter’s night. The celebration was well underway, hours had already passed with no signs of stopping anytime soon. The clerics of the three goddesses (Lliira, Sharess, and Sune) had gathered their worshippers to prepare earlier in the evening, but now it seemed things were heating up, so to speak. 
The young couple in the teashop were finishing the last dregs of their cups, whispers and giggles reaching where Bex sat finishing the totals for the day. Their pastries, the cookies especially, had run out so quickly that Danis had a tough time keeping up with the demand. Their newest treat, a chocolate sugar cookie with red firemint candies baked within, had sold the most. 
It made sense considering what today’s holiday was: The Grand Revel. 
Danis walked from the kitchen to the storefront, wiping his hands on the apron still tied around his waist. He left handprints in flour against the fabric and Bex bit her lip, trying not to laugh at how adorable he looked with his dark hair pulled out of his face, his golden gaze on the movement outside. His lips curved into a grin at the shouts and laughter that filled their shop as the last customers exited in a rush of cold air.
Sliding from the stool she’d been perched on, she crossed to him in the silence, reaching up to brush some flour from his cheek. He glanced down at her with a wide eyed look and she giggled, flicking him affectionately on the nose. 
“What was that for?” He asked, his hands curling around her waist. The flour was probably all over her skirts as well, but she didn’t care if it meant she was in Danis’s arms. There was nowhere she’d rather be in all of Faerun. 
“It was for being the sweetest and most adorable man in Baldur’s Gate.” She stood on her toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek and was glad to see a blush forming when she pulled back. 
“Did you get into the wine barrels again, my love?” He teased her, pressing his forehead against hers and gazing into her eyes. She memorized every color in his ochre eyes, every swirl of golden fire, every touch of heated skin against her fingertips as her hands trailed up his neck and into his silky dark locks.
“No.” She replied with a roll of her eyes, tickling his scalp with her claws before withdrawing and turning to grab the tray of used teacups. She didn’t get far before he was wrapping his arms around her middle, pulling her back into his chest. “But I wouldn’t be adverse to a glass of the Blingdenstone Blush.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” Danis pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and she shivered at the touch. “It’s as sweet as you are.”
Bex let out a breathless laugh, lifting the tray and shoving it into his hands. “Now who's being a little silly?”
Danis smiled, taking the dishes without argument. “I can’t help myself when every morning when I wake, I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream.”
Bex brushed some of his hair away from his face, tucking it behind one pointed ear, lingering against the curve of it briefly. “You are such a romantic.”
“I haven’t heard a complaint yet.”
“And you never will.” With hands on his shoulders, Bex helped guide him back to the kitchen. “Now, go! We should finish cleaning if we want to make it to the celebrations before they get terribly crowded.”
“Yes, yes. Of course. I’ll be finished soon.”
As soon as Danis disappeared into the backroom, Bex locked up the teahouse, put the coin in the safe secured under the floorboards and then, once she was positive that Danis was still busy, pulled out the cookies that she’d safely tucked into some paper and hidden away from view of the customers, in case they ran out again.
Dark chocolate dough stuffed with firemint candies, dusted in sparkling sugar. They smelled as divine as they tasted, the bitterness of the chocolate highlighting the spiciness of the cinnamon in the candies, the sugar giving it that final sweetness that tied everything together.
It was a treat, to be sure, and a well deserved one.
Ever so gently, she put them in the pouch at her belt, making sure they were secure before packing up the rest of the sweets leftover from the day. When Danis returned to the front, he was no longer in his apron, but a lovely sapphire tunic and beige slacks, fancier than Bex had ever seen him before. They were no longer struggling refugees from Elturel. Now, they were Baldurians, with their own business and a bright future ahead of them. It was more than Bex could have wished for and yet, it was theirs.
“You look nice.” Pulling her apron over her head, she set it on the counter, trying to figure out what exactly she was going to wear. There weren’t many opportunities to go on dates since opening their teahouse and this was one she wasn’t going to waste. Tugging on his collar, she fixed it straight before giving him a brush of a kiss along his jaw. “Wait for me. I won’t be long.”
“I’d never go anywhere without you.”
The air took their breath away when they stepped outside, the cold seeping into their bodies despite their heavy cloaks. Their higher tiefling body temperatures kept them from freezing as soon as they exited the shop, at least some luck on their part. Even still, that didn’t stop Danis from putting his arm around Bex’s shoulders, pulling her close until they shared heat, their breaths coming out in puffs of white. Bex shivered slightly, pressing into Danis’s side, enjoying the residual heat of his body against hers. Citizens of Baldur’s Gate twirled in the designated dancing circles while others watched on, singing along with the bards or cheering for the more skilled dancers putting on a show.
Bex sighed happily, watching as a particularly beautiful couple spun in an elaborate dance, the elven woman’s braided hair whipping around her. It was dazzling the way they moved, like two pieces of a puzzle, weaving around the other. The music’s ending was cut off with loud applause as the couple bowed to their audience, flushed from the cold and probably the dancing as well. They walked off arm in arm, whispering to each other excitedly.
“I want to dance!” Bex exclaimed, pulling Danis towards one of the circles marked out with sparkling dust. Danis groaned, but didn’t speak any complaints, the delighted grin on his face the only proof that he was teasing her. Cautiously crossing over the lines of the circle, Bex was glad to see magic kept the dust in place. It certainly would’ve been a pain to fix them all night.
Facing Danis, she glanced up to find him chuckling.
“What is so funny?”
“I don’t think I’ve had enough to drink for this.” He told her quietly, ignoring the troupe as it started up another fast tune. But even as he spoke, his hand took hold of her waist, the free one sliding into her gloved hand. “And you definitely haven’t.”
“Are you saying that I can’t dance?” Her free hand rested against his shoulder and she nudged him slightly. “Because I’ll have you know, I’m a wonderful dancer. It’s you who is the problem.”
“Me?” He asked, eyes widening as if offended. “Perhaps we need to find out.”
She squealed when he spun her, the movement sending cold air across her cheeks, and despite the bitterness of the wind, she felt warm, elated, with the freedom of dancing in such a public area without worrying about anyone judging them. Without worrying about the fear they used to after Elturel, wondering if they would be cast out of another city, and be reduced to nothing but beggars.
Bex tossed her head back, her laughter blending in with the revelry, joy, love, and beauty erupting in the chaos around them. The upbeat music, the dancing lights that lit the streets, the scent of hot chocolate drinks and firemint candies, all of it exhilarated her. Letting go of Danis’s shoulder, she ducked under his arm, her skirts billowing around her. Stomping her feet, she turned to him once more, only to find his eyes were bright and he was laughing as hard as she was.
Danis wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss against her forehead, his breath hot in the chilly winter air. Her heart soared at his touch, solid yet soft, her entire world. Her safety and her hope. Her future.
“Did you want to keep dancing?” He asked as the ruckus settled to a low hum while the bards prepared for their next song. “Or we can listen to the music for a bit. Whatever you prefer, my love.”
Bex’s eyes scanned the scene around them. There were still people dancing in the circles, oblivious of anything around them. The bards were chattering quietly amongst themselves, perhaps about their next song, or something else entirely. The soft sounds of lyre and lute continued nevertheless, notes twining around each other in a melody that thrummed beneath her skin. She wanted to move, to live in the moment.
Wrapping her arms around Danis, Bex leaned into him, breathing in the scent of sugar and firemint still clinging to his clothes. The smell of home.
They were home.
“Let’s sit here awhile. The music is comforting and I don’t want to let you go yet.”
Danis chuckled, a deep sound in his chest that rumbled through her. She smiled, holding him tighter, unable to imagine a more perfect life than the one they had. They stood like that for a time, listening to the revelry, the music, the chatter. A sweet scent floated in the air, chocolate, sugar, something syrupy. 
Something that made her stomach gurgle.
Danis glanced down, resisting the urge to laugh at her if the way his lips twitched was any indication. “Hungry?”
“Famished.” She cooed, standing on her toes to press a soft kiss to his chin, enjoying the rush of air that left his lips and warmed her nose. “Let’s find what’s making those delicious smells.”
The closest vendor was, in fact, selling pastries. Little flaky butter pastries, some with chocolate filling, others with a different array of berries, some even with cream. With a shake of their coin purses later, their stomachs were full of sweet treats and hot chocolate, content.
When they retreated home hours later, the sky lit up with fireworks of gold, blue, and crimson, showering the world in arcing stars that disappeared before they touched the ground. It reminded Bex a bit of the party after the battle at the Grove, Rolan’s magic sparkling in the air. She wondered how he was doing as Archwizard and vowed to make a stop later in the week with some fresh treats for him and his siblings.
She and Danis settled side by side on the edge of the balcony above their shop, leaning against the banister at the crowds that milled below and the skies that were a kaleidoscope of color above.
The moment was perfect. They were safe, together, and their dreams were unfolding before them with nothing in the way: No armies, no apocalyptic monsters, no fear. After Elturel, there had been doubt that this would happen, that they could be happy. But now they were sitting above their little bakery, gazing at the distant stars with the sounds of laughter in the streets. Sugar lingered on her lips and she swiped her tongue across them, the powder sweet as she savored the taste.
“Danis.” She reached forward and slipped her hand in his, the warmth of his skin a comfort that she’d never tire of. “I need to ask you something.”
He smiled at her, and even in the darkness, she could see the glow of his beautiful eyes. Her heart skipped a beat at how lovely he was, and not only to look at. Every part of Danis was kind and honest and hardworking. Even when he feared the worst, even when he stared death in the eyes in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, all he ever cared about was her safety. Sometimes, she wondered what she did to deserve such devotion. 
“Are you cold? We can go inside, if that’s the case.” Danis tightened his grip slightly, tugging her hand as if to lead her back into their rooms, but she stilled him, shaking her head with the smallest of laughs.
“No, that’s not necessary. It’s only… I wanted to tell you how much I love you. And how much having you here with me has meant. None of this would’ve been possible without you.”
“I think you’re mistaken by how much I’ve actually helped in our endeavors, but- I adore you, Bex. I would’ve traveled all the way to Waterdeep if that’s what you wished.” Danis squeezed her hand gently, lifting it to press a single chaste kiss on her knuckles. Always the charming prince, he was.
“I hope that’s true because I have another thing to ask of you.” She glanced away, feeling her cheeks heat with blush, uncertain in herself for the first time that night. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about since we left Elturel and well, I’ve been waiting for the right moment.”
“I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”
She took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous butterflies in her stomach. Bex was the optimist, the one who usually didn’t let fear weigh her down, that made sure everyone kept moving despite adversity. But this was different. This was everything.
Shifting slightly, she tilted her head slightly, peering at him from under her eyelashes. With her heart beating a dangerous rhythm in her chest, she blurted out the words before she could overthink them. “Danis… will you marry me?”
He froze like a stone, immovable by even a flood. She immediately knew something was wrong. 
“Oh. Uh, this is awkward.” Danis said before clearing his throat, hand sliding from hers only to turn away, blush crawling up his neck and across his cheeks. 
She felt queasy, certain her stomach dropped through the floor beneath her, the solid ground beneath their store, and perhaps even returned to Avernus itself, a burning hole the only thing left in its place. She thought they were on the same paths… had she been completely wrong?
Danis reached into the pocket of his cloak, pulling out a delicately wrapped cookie. With a sigh, he held it out to her with a shaking hand. “I planned on giving you this earlier, but we were having so much fun and I didn’t want to interrupt the festivities.”
Bex cradled the heart shaped cookie in her hands, made purely of sugar with a pretty red icing covering it. There was writing in white over the confection, Infernal, by the looks of it. 
“What does it say?”
Danis laughed, a breathless sound that sent her heart jumping again. “It’s supposed to say ‘Will you marry me’. But knowing me and my terrible translations, it’s probably calling you an idiot or something.”
She choked out a laugh, trying to hold back the tears at how happy this made her. That he made her. “I love you, Danis.”
“So does that mean-?”
“Of course I’ll marry you!” She nearly shouted, covering her mouth with a hand, blushing in embarrassment. “Eh, if you’ll marry me, of course?”
Danis brushed his knuckles across her cheek, his grin so wide that he radiated with his joy. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Leaning forward, Bex pressed her lips to his, content to sit on the exposed balcony of their little shop, the pops of fireworks above and their futures lying ahead.
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Tattoos and Tissues pt 3!
Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie goes to Steve's place to take care of his florist boyfriend who has fallen ill. CW: Mess, inducing, stuffy talk, illness, mentions of erections and adult themes/kink, Steve has the kink and Eddie likes indulging Word Count: 4.3k Author Note: I did it! I finished it! I finished a fic! Holy fuck! No one ever let me do this again... I am absolutely going to do this to myself again no questions, I just suck at pacing myself lmao. Honestly, the first draft was WAY more Adult lol But also I don't want this to be the end of this AU. I just don't wanna do another 3-part fic, I wanna do little mini fics or drabbles if ideas happen tbh. Regardless, enjoy. I am aware not all things resolve, but hey that's why it can be something cute and small and on-going, right? Eddie - bold Steve - Italics MINORS DNI
whats your address?
What? Why?
because i come baring gifts, Harrington. address, please, so i can figure out where the hell im going im so lost
413 Building D Maple Glen Apartments just off Terrace Street. I’ll buzz you in, just come up to the fourth floor, and I’ll be poking my head out.
When Eddie showed up at Building D of Maple Glen Apartments and saw he had four flights of stairs to climb, he decided he was going to strangle Steve instead of nurse him back to health. He adjusted the bags of goodies for Steve in his hands and began the climb up to the fourth floor. The top floor, of course. 
As he reached the top and exited the stairwell, he spotted Steve poking his head into the hallway as promised. Sure, Eddie was panting, but Steve looked wrecked. There were dark circles under his eyes, his nose was bright cherry red at the tip and rims, and the rest of his face was pale. 
“Jesus H. Christ, you weren’t kidding… You really are sick, huh?” Eddie said in a soft, somewhat concerned tone as he approached Steve.
The other’s pale cheeks seemed to flush up a dark shade of red at Eddie’s words. “What id the world are you doi’g here, Eddie?” Steve asked in a congested and raspy voice that made Eddie wince in sympathy for his throat. 
Instantly, Eddie went digging in his bags for the bag of cough drops. “Please suck on one of those, Harrington. Talking sounds like it hurts. And they’ve got menthol-y stuff in ‘em. It’ll help your nose, c’mon lemme in.” He shoulders his way into Steve’s apartment before the other can stop him. 
“Eddie!” Steve rasped out before turning away from the other to cough harshly into his arm. “You dod’t wadt to be id here, you’ll get s-siiih… IXXGH’T! Sick.” There had been just enough time for Steve’s hand to shoot up and pinch his nose to stifle what sounded like a powerful and still just barely restrained sneeze. It made Eddie wince to think how it must have hurt his ears. 
There was a scoff from the curly-haired tattoo artist, who was already unpacking his bag of goodies on the nearby countertop. At the same time, Steve shut the door, not protesting anymore. “Bless you and puhhh-lease. I don’t get sick, Steve. Munson Constitution. Allergies? Yes. Sick? No. I can’t even remember the last time I was sick. Wait-” He frowned as he tried to dig up the memory. “I think it was like 8th grade? And I had the flu? I dunno; Uncle Wayne came home to me curled up asleep in the empty tub with a fever. He couldn’t find me for like twenty minutes.” 
There was a mildly concerned but still somewhat fond smile on Steve’s face. “You’re a bess, Budsod.” He sniffled thickly and grabbed a tissue from the box beside the couch where it looked like Steve had taken up residence. A nest of blankets, a pillow from his bed, crumpled tissues surrounding the nest, and a few empty water bottles. “But seriously, you should go. Robid high-tailed it out of here to Dadcy’s the seco’d she heard I was sick.”
“All the more reason for me to stay!” Eddie chirped, stepping back to show Steve the menagerie of sick supplies he’d brought. “Not that you need a babysitter, and if you seriously wanna be left alone to your misery, I get it, but…” He side-stepped a little closer to bump their shoulders together. “I never liked being alone while sick.” He admits softly.
The little bump made Steve’s lips twitch, and Eddie counted it as a win. Then Steve moved forward to have a look at the supplies. “Jesus, you didd’t have to get b’me all this…”
Eddie pats Steve on the back as he moved with him, eyes scanning over the cold/flu meds, a couple cans of chicken noodle soup, some bottles of Gatorade, the cough drops he’d mentioned earlier, and even- “Those fucking dissolvable shower disks are evil, Harrington. That’s your treat if you’re a good boy and take your meds, deal?” He said with a smirk growing on his face now.
A sputtering noise from Steve turned into a coughing fit almost right away, bad enough that Eddie was rubbing his back through the end of it. “W-What the hell does that bead?” He choked out, eyes wide. “If they’re evil thed, why did you bri’g theb?”
A laugh escaped Eddie, who was now taking Steve’s hands to guide him back to the couch, settling the sick man down to wrap him back up in blankets. “Because they work and because you will probably love it.” He said playfully and hesitated momentarily, trying not to overthink it before pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead. “Not warm.” He whispered softly.
Steve let out an almost shuddering-sounding sigh like he was just happy to be touched. To be taken care of for once. They’d only started getting to know each other but had been texting a bit. With all those teens he babysat, Eddie could believe it. Between work, babysitting, and probably taking care of things at the apartment with his roommate… when did Steve get time to care for himself? No wonder he got sick, Eddie thought. 
“What do you say to some daytime cold meds, a cough drop, some Gatorade, and I’ll heat you up a can of soup in a bit?” Eddie asked Steve softly, running his fingers delicately through the other man’s messy bedhead. It was as if Steve was a cat, utterly leaning into the touch despite how sick he must feel with how he looked. 
There was a nod from Steve, so Eddie took that to mean go ahead with his plan. “Kinda glad to see you keep work at work.” He admits to Steve in a casually playful way while grabbing Steve a Gatorade and some pills. “Would’ve sucked if we were both sneezing our heads off- bless you, by the way.”
As Eddie spoke, Steve’s face had been going slowly slacker, and his eyes were unfocused in a classic pre-sneeze hang-up. “Ixx’TSH! IXGh’t! Oh god… I’b dot godda be able to stifle those buch lo’ger…” Steve mutters with a much soupier-sounding sniffle than Eddie expected for some pretty well-stifled sneezes. 
Nevertheless, Eddie pulled his bandana from his back pocket and swatted Steve with it before offering it out to him. “Here. Stop stifling then, jackass. Didn’t see me stifling for you, hm?” He pointed out, handed over the meds and drink, and gestured to the cough drops. “Try one. It’ll feel good on your throat and help your congestion.” 
Steve caught the bandana and gave Eddie an appreciative smile for the soft fabric against his nose. “Ugh, fide if it gets you to shut up.” He teased, punctuated by a weak cough after downing the meds. Then he grabs a menthol lozenge. After popping it into his mouth, Steve’s eyebrows raise. “I was expecti’g that to taste worse… cad defiditely still taste the bedthol…” He admits with a slight sniffle.
“Sorry… what were you sayi’g earlier?” Steve asked with another little sniffle as he settled on the couch, pressing the bandana to his nose some more. There’s the slightest flush that wasn’t there a little bit ago. Eddie would’ve remembered if it had been there or not. It’s too cute, barely spreading over his cheekbones and nose tip. 
Eddie was knocked out of his daydreaming by remembering he had to answer Steve. “Huh? Oh- thanking you for your lack of plants. That’s all.” He jokes and shakes his head. “It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to get a break from being the sneezy one.” He teased.
A quiet, albeit raspy, chuckle escapes Steve while he sucks on the lozenge. “Ab I givi’g you a rud for you b-buhh…bodey yet? Or do I deed to snff let byself sdeeze bore for that?” With all the stopping to sniffle and how his nose seemed to be tickling, Eddie got the idea the menthol in the lozenge was working on Steve’s sinuses. 
“Well, I think you’re doomed to sneeze more soon either way, big boy.” Eddie teased as he watched the other man’s expression fall again into that pre-sneeze desperation. 
Still, Steve seemed to want to deny himself release. “D-D’noh idea… w-whhaahat you bead, Eds-” His breath was beginning to hitch dangerously now, coming closer and closer to its inevitable crescendo. 
Eddie took Steve’s hands, “Don’t stifle, Steve… just sneeze. It’s okay.” He urged the other, getting the feeling it was far more than just a matter of Steve not wanting to spread germs. Like he was still embarrassed and shy.
“Oh, okaaehh-! AeISHHue! HeiiISHhuh! Ngh- Ugh… Oh fuck. Still tickles.” Steve admits, scrunching and wriggling his nose in all sorts of ways Eddie found altogether too damn endearing. 
Eddie rolled his eyes and dropped down onto the couch with Steve. “Come here, sniffles.” And he can plainly see that has an effect on Steve from where he sits now. Steve’s breath catches, and there’s the slightest tent to the front of his Hawkins High Swim Team gray sweatpants. Whoever designed those pants for the swim team, Eddie could kiss them. “Oh, you like that?” He purred.
A shaky sort of breath left Steve, but Eddie wasn’t quite sure if it was from being teased or still needing to sneeze. Though Steve moved a bit closer, his eyes were watering a little now with the irritation that wouldn’t budge. “O-oh god, cobe o-ohhhih-!” Even with as desperate of a hitch as it sounded, Steve still faltered into sniffles and groaned. 
The curly-haired man looked at Steve with an exceptionally soft pout, one of distinct sympathy. “You want some help with that? Seriously, that looks like torture.” He tilted his head when Steve sniffled, and his eyes widened at Eddie’s offer. 
“I’b sorry, what’d you just ask, b’me?” Steve asked, like he wasn’t sure if he was hearing correctly. He was still rubbing his nose against the cuff of his hoodie; Eddie wasn’t sure if he was encouraging or fighting off the tickle anymore. 
Eddie raised a brow at Steve in confusion, “Do you need help with that stuck sneeze? You’re starting to look more miserable than me peak allergy season, Stevie.” He teased, watching as the other continued staring at him like a deer in headlights until it clicked for Eddie, and he had his lightbulb moment. “Wait! Does that turn you on?” He asked, sounding utterly delighted to have figured out how to get Steve going to the point where he was nearly speechless.
Instantly, Steve was sputtering, and it caused a few coughs to escape him. “Oh by god, you cad’t just say thi’gs like that to b’me, Eds…” He complained, leaning back against the couch to tip his head back while rubbing at his nose some more. “Fuck… ugh, bay- maehh… hehih-!” And once again, Eddie watched him wind up, only for nothing to happen. 
“Sooo…?” Eddie prompted and gave a vague wave of his hand as if gesturing Steve to continue. 
It was truly remarkable how red Steve’s face could flush, Eddie thought as he watched the lighter brunette make the internal debate. “Fide. Jesus, we practically flirt all the tibe adyway.” He reached forward to snatch a tissue, twisting the corner into a point.
Eddie’s brows furrowed as he watched in utter confusion while Steve strangled the tissue. “Okay, I gotta ask… what the fuck are you doing?” 
“I’b- ihhih… ugh, I’b baki’g sobethi’g for you to i’duce b’me.” He explained before handing the tissue, now twisted to a neatly pointed tip, over to Eddie. “Probably wod’t get bore thad ode use out of it because I’b all coldish, but iihh-! it should do the trick.”
After accepting the new tool, Eddie turned to face Steve more as he started to get the idea. “Ohh, I think I get it. Okay. Never actually thought to use a tissue like this, honestly.” He admits before smirking a little. This was Steve’s kink, and well… he wanted to perform for him a little. Make it fun for him. 
He trails the very tip of the twisted-up tissue end over the tip of Steve’s red nose and watches as his nostrils flare in response to even just that. “Jesus, someone’s sensitive.” It was just a stray comment. Sometimes, Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but judging by how Steve’s hips suddenly squirmed, he really enjoyed it. 
A grin split across Eddie’s face, and he suddenly moved to straddle Steve’s lap, “Think I need a better position for this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly and winked at his boyfriend, who was now bright red as he looked up at him. Eddie eased down to sit more in Steve’s lap, which caused the other man to groan softly. 
“Sure, E-Eddie…” Steve stuttered out, but this time, it clearly had nothing to do with his sensitive nostrils that Eddie was already getting back to teasing. “You cad go i-ihhh idside…” 
That made the darker-haired man raise his brows in mild surprise, but he nodded, gently slipping the tip of the tissue into Steve’s nose. He gently twirled the tissue curiously, which had Steve instantly gasping beneath him, and Eddie’s dick twitched at just how powerful he felt for a brief moment.
The twirl seemed to do the trick because Steve’s nostrils flared out, and his eyes fluttered closed with another desperate, hitching breath. Eddie’s hand shot back with the tissue still clutched between his fingers, the twisted tip now all damp and limp despite its short adventure. 
“Ihh… IXXTISHHUE!! HEIIISHUE! Uh… Hupt’IISHHuh… ugh oh by god…” Steve groaned out after the sneezes. The first two burst forth with a sudden intensity Eddie hadn’t been expecting at all. The lighter-haired brunette hastily grabbed a tissue to press to his face, cleaning himself up while a blush spread across his neck and cheeks. “Fuck that’s so e’barassi’g.” He whispered, but Eddie could feel Steve’s erection pressing firmly against him. 
The ease with which Eddie could get Steve so hard he was pressing up against him like that even while he was under the weather was borderline intoxicating. It didn’t matter that Steve had snapped right forward to sneeze, the spray misting briefly against Eddie’s forearm and stomach.
“Bless you, hey… it’s alright. You’re sick; gotta get that gunk outta you. Maybe a shower with one of those disks would be a good idea, actually… clear out some of that congestion, huh?” He offered and grabbed Steve another tissue to replace the one he’d just about soaked through by now.
Little, congested snuffles were coming from Steve constantly as Eddie sat back in his lap to let him tend to his leaking nose. “Baybe…” Steve relented a little, still seeming shy, and wiped away the tears at the edges of his eyes from sneezing. His sinuses were so utterly full it was hard not to tear up with every sneeze. “What uh… what exactly do they eved do? Dever really tried theb before.”
At that, Eddie perked up and grinned at Steve before moving out of his lap. “Oh, you’re gonna love this- c’mon, sniffles. Let’s get you in the nice warm shower with one of those disks then.” He slid backward off of Steve’s lap carefully. He offered his hands to pull him up, ensuring Steve was steady on his feet before grabbing one of said shower disks and being led to the bathroom. 
The bathroom was admittedly a little small for two people. Eddie wasn’t sure how Steve and his roommate managed it, but he went about getting the disk out of the packaging. Of course, the moment the menthol scent hit him, his eyes watered, and his nose prickled, making him pause to rub roughly at it with his hand.
A sudden hand on his arm made him pause, blinking over at Steve, who was looking at him with a concerned expression. “I cad oped it?” He offers softly, but Eddie takes a moment to look at him. Steve looks exhausted and sick, sure, but his pupils are wide and lust-blown. That hard-on from the couch is still half-present and painfully evident in those gray sweatpants, too.
“I got it, sweethhheart.” Eddie assures, wiggling the disk as his own breath tries to hitch, and he lets it for once. In fact, Eddie sniffs slightly, which only irritates his sensitive nose more, so his nostrils twitch and flare. “Told you… you’ll l-love.. thhhh… hEXZT’Shiew! Whew! Okay. You’ll love these.” And without another moment to waste, Eddie sets the little disk in the shower for Steve with a wink. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Finally, Eddie sees Steve’s unfiltered reaction to one of his sneezes, similar to in the library. It was as if the poor man had completely bluescreened briefly before rebooting. Pupils wide and lust blown as he stared at Eddie, who still rubbed his nose. “Uh… yeah, so just… shower like dorbal?” he asked with another soupy sniffle and began to pull off his shirt, already starting to shiver.
Suddenly, Eddie’s throat felt dry as Steve began undressing with him in the bathroom, and he nodded. “Yep. That’s the idea. It’ll dissolve, and the scent will help clear out your sinuses. Want me to go sit on the couch and wait?” 
With his pants still on, Steve was reaching forward to crank the water as hot as it would go, still sniffling. “Uhm… ki’da… ki’da dizzy actually? Could you baybe like… keep close? Id case I deed you?” There was a quiet plea in Steve’s voice, the request coming out awkward and stunted like he wasn’t used to asking for help. 
Something in it tugged on Eddie’s shriveled heart, and he looked up at Steve with a soft expression. “Yeah, Stevie. I can stay. I’ll turn around so you can strip and get in, deal? Deal.” He agreed, tucking himself into the corner by the sink to stare at the wall. There was a good deal of shuffling behind him before he heard the shower curtain and the spray of water finally being interrupted. 
The menthol scent from the shower disk was already making Eddie’s nose twitch and tingle, so he closed the toilet seat lid, going to sit down on it. “Remember what I said earlier? We’re trying to get that gunk out of you, man. Trust me when I say I’m not gonna judge you or anything. Seriously, I’m sure you’ll get to see me peak allergy s-seeh-season, and you’ll get it.”
His idle chatter as Steve showered made the man give a quiet grunt. “You sure?” Steve’s voice was tired, nervous, and still congested, but it already sounded a little better than before. 
“P-Positiihh-“ But just as Eddie had been about to respond, his breath hitched dangerously, and his hand flung up to cover his mouth and nose. “IXT’SHiew! Ugh, positive! Sorry, sensitive nose.” Eddie admitted with a little sniffle and scrunched his nose up to try and dispel that tingling sort of itch. It wasn’t like his usual allergic itch, just maddening enough to make his sinuses wonder what was in the air to react to. “Hit’SHZiew! Snf! Motherfucker. It’s supposed to make you sneeze, not me!” 
A laugh escaped Steve, turning into some productive-sounding coughs that had Eddie grimacing in sympathy. “Give m’be a m’bidute, dod’t worry.” He assured, sniffling a little as the shower disk worked its magic while he went through his usual shower routine. 
It was barely a minute later when the bathroom had gone oddly quiet. “Heh… Gonna- HEIKTshuh! HI’TShue! Eh… ET’SHHue! HN’kt!” The last one sounded strange, and Eddie blinked a few times, wondering what in the hell Steve had done to make it sound like that. 
“You good, man?” Eddie checked in softly, almost tempted to peek over the shower curtain just to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out or anything.
A shaky breath left Steve, and Eddie saw one of his hands come up to grab the shower curtain rod for support. “Uh-huh… snff! Yeah, just-” Another little groan came from the lighter brunette, and Eddie felt worry fluttering in his ribcage like a frightened bird. “Dizzy… m’okay. Rad out of breath od that last sdeeze…” 
Something like a little cough slipped out of Steve, and Eddie stood to put a hand on top of Steve’s that had a white knuckle grip on the shower curtain rod. “Maybe it’s time to rinse off and get out, yeah? I’ll get your towel and look away so you can hop out.” He encouraged, already moving, to grab the fluffy maroon towel and hold it open. 
Only a few moments later, Steve sounded like he’d rinsed off, but then there was a soft catch of breath just above the spray before- “HeXT’SHHuh! EXT’SHHUE! Hihh… IXT’SHHuh IT’SHH! Oh by god…” If anything, Steve’s tone sounded exasperated, but the sneezes had sounded productive. “You were right. About the shower disk.” He groaned, and Eddie could hear the shower spray being disrupted again, making him smile a little before the water shut off.
“You’re kind of adorable when you’re sick, y’know that?” Eddie said as he shut his eyes, turning his face as he held out the towel for Steve. “I mean- you’re adorable in general, don’t get me wrong! But like… I dunno, man. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just wanna make sure you’re looked after.” 
There was another brief pause, and the continued silence as he felt Steve press into the towel had Eddie’s anxiety spiking. He wrapped the towel around the other’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze there. As the silence dragged on, Eddie felt a need to fill it, “Sorry, is that weird? I don’t wanna like- infantilize you or anything. I just… I wanna drag you to bed, wrap you in blankets, get you whatever you need until you feel better, y’know?”
“Would you lay with me?” Steve asked suddenly, voice right in front of him, and it shocked Eddie so much that his eyes snapped open. 
In front of him stood Steve. Hair dripping wet still, the towel now around his waist, and droplets of water running down his sinfully pretty chest. A more perverse part of Eddie had the intrusive thought of licking the water off him. Steve still had dark circles under his eyes, but those eyes were bright and pleading. “Of course I will, Stevie. We can get comfy and lay together as long as you want.”
Visibly, Steve’s shoulders relaxed, and he nodded with an almost pleading expression, pulling at his brows and lips. “Yes, please? That sounds- snf! fantastic.” He lifted a towel corner to dab at his sensitive, red nostrils with a bit of a wince. “Ugh, ow.”
With a little purse of his lips, Eddie made a sympathetic noise. “Nose all raw?” he asked, reaching out to open the bathroom door so Steve could lead the way to his bedroom. “I didn’t think to get any Vaseline; sorry, sweetheart.”
“S’okay. This always happens when I get si-ihh…. Ihih-!” Halfway down the short hallway, Steve paused with one hand on the wall as his breath began to hitch and his eyes fluttered. “Oh no come o-ohhhhh-!” Eddie watched as Steve’s hand hovered in front of his face, expression utterly helpless and slack before suddenly exploding. “IX’TSH! HiISHHue! Snf! Ugh- sorry.”
A little chuckle came from Eddie, who just shook his head, “I am the last one you have to go apologizing to for sneezing.” He assured Steve and put a hand on his lower back as he followed him. 
It didn’t take long for Steve to be dressed in some boxers and a sweatshirt since he was cold after his shower. Without even thinking about it, Eddie began pulling off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes. The sudden sensation of fingers against his back made Eddie jump a little, and his head whipped around to find Steve tracing the dice tattoos along his spine. 
“Like what you see, Harrington?” Eddie asked in amusement as he finally kicked off his shoes to lie down beside Steve. He wiggled out of his dark pants, which got tossed to the floor as well, leaving him in boxers. Most of his upper half was covered in tattoos at this point. 
Some kind of sleepy slight hum came out of Steve, slightly congested again but not enough to hamper his speech yet. “They’re pretty. Your tattoos. Did you do them yourself?” He asked curiously, and his hand now strayed curiously over the large moth just below Eddie’s sternum. 
Eddie adjusted himself to get the blankets wrapped around them both, making sure Steve was tucked in properly before tossing the blankets over his legs. “Some smaller ones, yeah. Because I’m an idiot. Don’t tattoo yourself, Stevie. I mean it.” There’s amusement and a warning, but he leans to press his lips to Steve’s forehead again. Both checking his temperature and enjoying the simple intimacy. “Chrissy did a lot of them. Gareth, one or two, actually.”
This time, the hum from Steve was more distant, and when Eddie looked, he saw the other man was nearly asleep, tucked against him. “Get some rest, sleeping beauty. You need it. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Taking a deep, slow breath, Steve let out a long and decidedly sleepy sigh through his mouth. His nose was still a little too congested for such things. “Promise? You won’t leave?”
Something physically hurt inside Eddie to think once upon a time; Steve might’ve been in a similar spot, vulnerable and left completely alone when he didn’t want to be. “I’ll be here. I promise.” Eddie moved his hand to find one of Steve’s, interlocking their pinkies so he could squeeze the other man’s tight before bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. “I’m here, Steve.”
The reassurance was all he needed. Steve was out like a light, soft little congested snores sounding against Eddie’s shoulder as they cuddled beneath the blankets in the cozy queen-sized bed. And really… Eddie couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be. 
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osamusbigtits · 8 months
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kenma will walk around the house, wrapped in his favorite blanket. just half asleep wandering until kuroo asks him what he's up to and then kenma has to desperately remember what he got up for.
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thedarkestgreys · 2 months
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this bad boy is off to my beta so might as well throw up a sneak peek at yvor 30 ✨✨✨
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To Catch A Thief
Wanda Maximoff X Reader
Summary: Housewife!Wanda falls in l(ust)ove with a thief despite being married to Vision. (Inspired by this song)
Warnings: Smut Minors DNI. Cheating. Crime. Sexual themes. Stalking. Masturbation. Mutual Masturbation. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Eating out. Somnophilia. No aftercare.
Authors Note: So smut is def not in my wheel house, but the song inspired some ✨silly goofy daydreams✨ so here you go, ya filthy animals
Gif not mine
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When Wanda woke this morning it wasn’t to her 6 o’clock alarm. No, it was the sound of something falling downstairs. The air was cold, but Wanda peered out from her giant comforter to see it was a quarter past 2 in the morning. With a frown, Wanda sleepily sat up, yawning with a small stretch before she stood. After slipping on her fuzzy house slippers and wrapping her favorite silk robe around her body, she headed downstairs.
The lights in the house were all out, but her eyes adjusted enough to see just fine in the moonlight. As she sleepily made her way down the stairs she mentally cursed Vis for coming home so late. The man usually held enough courtesy to stay the night at the motel with his flings instead of bothering his dear wife. She rolled her eyes as she began to draw conclusions.
‘He probably got too drunk and fumbled it with one of his little fascinations’ the woman thought.
As she made it to the bottom of the front door she noticed it was left ajar. With a huff and a quiet ‘typical’ muttered under her breath, she closed and locked the door. Shuffling came from the kitchen and Wanda followed the sound further into her mostly empty home. When her eyes found his shadowy figure opening the kitchen window, Wanda felt the need to speak up.
“Vis, stop,” She said as she stepped over to him, taking his hands off of the window and closing it. “It’s too cold in this house,” She half yawned, grabbing his hand and pulling him up to their shared room. The first time she’d lead him up to their room was so different. They had just gotten married and he couldn’t keep his eyes or his hands off of her. His attention used to thrill Wanda, but after that doctor visit he no longer cared for her.
It didn’t take long to get back to the room, despite the large house. Wanda relaxed when she noticed he wasn’t stumbling as much as he usually did. Maybe he wanted to be home with her for once. She couldn’t remember the last time he bothered… Did he miss her?
Wanda chewed on the thought as she hung her robe back up and kicked her slippers off of her feet. She reached out to lift the edge of the comforter, ready to climb in and call it a night. Before she could clamber into her previous spot, she turned to see Vis still standing in the door.
With a breath she walked back to him. She was still his wife after all… She reached and took his hands in hers and they felt softer than she remembered. So much has changed it’s like she can’t even remember who she fell in love with. She walked backwards slowly, guiding him towards their shared bed.
A year ago the beds were pushed apart, but Wanda moved them back together when he stopped sleeping at home. If he couldn’t be here to use the mattress she could always just spread out on it. He never complained either. Whoever Vision had been around left a more masculine scent on him. It wasn’t a cologne she recognized, but it was nice. Visions breathing seemed to deepen and Wanda’s ear perked at the sound.
The back of her legs hit the bed and Visions figure loomed over her. Wanda gasped when his hands flew to her waist to steady her and keep her from falling backwards. The figures face moved into the moonlight and Wanda’s eyes widened with terror. It was not her husband who had a vice grip on her waist.
Something about the hungry look in your eyes ignited something. Neither of you moved as the moment seemed to stop the passage of time. She took in your features and cursed her brain for thinking you were actually kind of… hot? She watched as your eyes wandered down from her eyes to her chest.
The slip she wore did nothing to hide her cleavage, heaving with every quick breath. Her arms began to prickle from the cold, goosebumps rising as you pressed your front against her.
“What are-“ Wanda began, seemingly breaking the spell. Your eyes went to the window on her left and you detached from her in a hurry, sliding the window open with practiced ease, and climbing out as if it was your profession.
It turns out it was your profession.
In the morning when Wanda woke again, convinced she’d only dreamt of last night; she found her house had been ransacked of most of its valuables. Vision was seething and Wanda was inclined to lie during her report, feeling embarrassed that she’d almost taken you to bed.
Part of her wishes she didn’t try to talk to you. You were so close and so warm. Wanda was sure you felt the way her nipples hardened when you pressed your body flush against hers. How far would it have gone if she’d just stayed quiet?
Well, you clearly got what you wanted from her home and she’d just have to chalk her thoughts up to desperation due to her husband’s lack of attention. It was his fault she felt so alone. It had to be his fault she was so out of her mind she’d have these kinds of thoughts. Yes, that justification worked… until later that night when the married woman came on her own fingers thinking about you.
You stalked Wanda for four months after that. Sneaking into her home to watch her when the sun went down. Of all the things that you’d ever stolen, you’d never been more eager to pluck something pretty from its place. You shouldn’t have come back, but her doe eyes from that first night wouldn’t leave your head.
It was a week before you went back, but the lights were out and you wanted to get a better look at her face this time. So you climbed up the window, looking before quietly sliding it open with your deft hands, climbing inside and clinging to shadows. She hadn’t been wearing anything that night and since none of the windows had been left open the woman had felt too warm in her sleep. One leg spread out over the covers as she laid on her stomach, her face to the side.
You may have tested your luck that night.
Another week after that you visited again. This time she was clothed, but it made you wonder if she’d known the that you’d been there… She wore another silk slip, but this one was far more revealing. Before you realized what you were doing, you’d reached out to feel the soft fabric. A soft sigh left the woman’s lips, but she remained asleep.
You pulled your hand away in your only show of restraint from the woman and she rolled onto her side, tucking her legs up closer to her torso, causing the slip to move up and reveal that Wanda wore nothing underneath. Testing limits became more of a game after that. You began visiting the married woman every other night.
Never in your life had you become so… obsessive. There was no reason to be so attached as you were, but there was something about the woman that left you wanting. After a month and a half of waiting for the woman to be sound asleep, you began watching her during the times where she was awake. It was a risk you couldn’t possibly justify.
That didn’t stop you.
Most afternoons, around 3, Vision would stop by and check on the house before fucking off to nowhere. Wanda, whose name you saw on a sticky note on the fridge, was normally by herself. Sometimes she’d have a glass of wine and paint the various plants in her garden on the patio. You’d smile to yourself when she’d huff, realizing she couldn’t get the proportions just right.
There were mornings where she’d go for a jog on the trails that lead out of the neighborhood and into a natural reserve. She’d put on the least regal attire you’d ever seen her in and you swooned. She had this cute little pair of blue shorts and a grey sweater that caught your eye every other time she went for a run.
However, on the rare occasions you found the light on past midnight, you knew you were in for a treat. Whenever Wanda was frustrated and lacking sleep, she’d take the steps to her walk in closet. When you saw what was hidden in that black box, tucked strategically behind her coats, your jaw dropped.
You lived for the nights you spent looking through her window when she used her toys.
Wanda understood that she lost value to Vision the second they found out she couldn’t get pregnant. She knew that look on his face. It’s the one he’s make whenever he didn’t get his way. She made peace with this fact because even though it was wrong in every way she’d been taught… There was something in the way your hands didn’t want to let go, leaving those light bruises on her hips.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it and she felt as if she was in a constant spiral. The way your eyes looked starved for her sent a flutter to her chest. There was nothing as satisfying as feeling those soft hands gripping hard at her flesh and she wondered how it’d feel if your hands touched more than just her waist. So, when she found you standing at the edge of her clawfoot bathtub watching the her touch herself a few months later, she kept going.
It was that night you chose to talk to her and Wanda wanted to listen to you for the rest of time. Your voice was low with a dark lilt and just as smooth as your words. Testing the waters, you began giving her instructions on where and how to keep touching herself. Making her do everything you wish you could do to her.
It was bliss just as much as it was torture. There was a sort of mesmerized look on your face. Like you were getting drunk just watching her and Wanda felt her face turn red.
“Oh? You’re gonna act all shy when you’re fucking yourself like that?” You teased. Wanda could feel how she was clenching on her own fingers. It felt so good, but it frustrated her to no end.
Not. Deep. Enough.
“Fuck-“ She breathed out, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. Water splashed out of the tub and she was too far gone to care. She’d gladly let you steal Visions things again if it meant you’d come back to her. Her hips began to grind up into her own hand.
When Wanda next opened her eyes, slowly letting her face and her gaze drift down to you, she saw your hand in your own pants. Clearly she wasn’t the only one enjoying this. Her movements sped up, now fully canting her hips upward with desperation.
When that wasn’t enough Wanda stopped and stood, showing off her form for you. Since she started running her legs had gotten more muscular. Judging from the look on your face, her ass looked good too. The woman felt a surge of pride with the way your eyes took in every inch of her. You stopped touching yourself and took a step closer to the tub as she stepped out.
Wanda bent down and held her pose a moment longer after pulling the stopper to drain the water from. She put her hands on the edge of the tub to push herself back up, but she was stopped when splayed your fingers across the small of her back and she gasped. Never in a million years did Wanda expect you to silently kneel behind her and swipe your tongue through her folds.
It was hot and wet as it flattened on her swollen clit. Further pushing the woman into a lust filled frenzy. The filthiest sound she’d ever made left her mouth and those strong hands of yours found their way to grab her ass. Pushing her ever so slightly forward as you spread her open.
Her wedding ring was gone. Left on one of the side tables downstairs. It felt freeing reaching behind herself, tangling her fingers into your hair and not feeling the metal band catch on your wavy tresses. She nearly lost it when your tongue slid inside of her. Wanda never had the luxury of someone eating her out before and she quickly came from the sensations.
After sex like that, her husband was quickly forgotten.
Authors note: should i write more for this or just like… stay in my lane?
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brokenchairwrites · 1 year
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Chapter Ten
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thelordhunkyhair · 5 months
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Fitz and biana: fancy siblings
Tam and lihn: functional siblings
The triplets: complete disaster
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deancaskiss · 6 months
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do you think after cas is gone… after dean loses his chance at a happy ending, he starts writing. at first it’s short angry notes, words written over and over again so sharply the darkness splashes across the page and tears the paper. ‘how dare you’ and ‘how could you do this’ and ‘I hate you for leaving.’ but then, days bleed into weeks and months. and the dark black lines become softer, lighter. ‘what ifs’ start to line the page. dean writes what he would’ve said when he asked cas on a date, a real first date where he would’ve reached out and held cas’ hand and stolen a kiss. he pours words on the pages, night after night. date ideas and places he would’ve taken cas. hundreds and thousand of things they could’ve done together. things that would’ve made cas happy. he crafts what he would’ve wanted to say if he were to get down on one knee and propose to cas. by the time he gets to the end of the journal, he saves the last page for the most important note. his vows. the whole page is filled with all the things he would’ve said. should’ve said. still wants to say. the last line is one he traces over and over again. not with the pencil. no more dark angry lines or ripped pages. instead this one is traced with his ring finger over the words. ‘I love you, cas. I do.’
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babybluebex · 8 months
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I LOVE your ‘you still remain’ emmet mini series it’s sooooooo good! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but what would happen if on the journey to the island they are attacked by a rogue group and maybe emmett has to save y/n from some near SA ??? Emmett just has such “don’t touch her” protective vibes!!
yes i can! sorry this took so long to write and that it's so short, i hope you like it anyway! tw for attempted sexual assualt (and a little unwanted touching), gun violence
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Your steps were quiet on the creaky deck, stepping slowly and carefully. You tried to avoid splinters in your bare feet as you walked, and you looked over your shoulder to ensure that Emmett was still behind you. He sure was, stepping just as carefully as you were, on high alert for monsters, his rifle shouldered easily, as if an extension of his body. He looked hardened and rogue-ish, the apocalypse having aged him and steadied his nerves. It did that to everyone, even you— before that day, you were young, working at the same mechanic's shop that Emmett did. You only worked the front desk while he actually did work on the cars, but you were familiar enough with each other that, after the aliens came down, he took you into his family unit and protected you. And then, after Norah... Your own family had been eliminated on the first day, along with Henry and Adam, and you and Emmett were all that either of you had left.
Suddenly, there was an extra-loud creak from one of the boats anchored at the dock, and your heart seized as Emmett easily trained his rifle at the boat. You stopped your creeping forward, tensed as you awaited the clicking that meant that a monster was imminent, but something far worse awaited you. You froze fully as a man came from the shadows of the boat, and you clocked the dagger he held the instant you saw him. Fear nearly killed you— humans in this world were worse than the monsters— and you took a hazardous step backwards, towards Emmett.
"Hey," Emmett whispered gruffly, trying to stay quiet enough to not bring any monsters to you. "We don't want no trouble."
"I don't either," the man whispered. "What's in your bags?"
"We have food," you said quickly, before Emmett could say anything. You did have food, sure, though not a lot, but surely at least a granola bar would keep the guy from using that dagger on either of you. You slowly began to pull off your backpack in search of said granola bar, but the man waved his knife dismissively.
"Don't want any of that," the man murmured.
"What do you want?" Emmett asked lowly, and the man stepped off the boat and onto the dock, coming too close for comfort. You stepped backwards again, closer to Emmett, and the man quickly lunged before you were sure what had happened. He grabbed you, surprising you and making you drop your bag with a thud, and you kept in your instinctual scream of fear as you felt the cold glint of the knife touch your neck.
You had never seen Emmett look so startled, and he trained the rifle on the man at your side, trying to control his shaking hands. You breathed heavily, trying not to whimper and cry, although tears of fear welled in your eyes, and the man grumbled in your ear. "Pretty little thing," he said, his eyes trained on Emmett as he toyed with you. "Is this your husband?"
You shook your head, digging your fingernails hard into your palms.
"Boyfriend?" the man asked. "You ever fuck him?"
"Leave her alone," Emmett said harshly, maybe a little too loud. The lapping of the waves against the dock and boats and shore provided a little ambient noise that allowed you to speak at almost a normal level (what was normal anymore, though?), but his refusal to shout was harrowing.
"You wanna fuck her?" the man asked. "I bet you think about it, a tasty little thing like this... Can't even see this without thinkin' about what I wanna do."
"Em," you whimpered, finally allowing yourself to make noise. "Help."
Emmett's eyes watched as the knife trailed from your throat down your front, the curved point of it catching on your shirt and ripping it a bit. Your heart skipped a little as the man holding you hostage reached up and pawed at your breasts, feeling them and squeezing them, and you tilted your chin up as you tried to zone out. This wasn't happening. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you would wake up at any moment, safe in your little factory basement. Emmett would come to you and cover your mouth to keep you from crying too loud, and he would hold you and rock you until you quit, and everything would be okay.
"Don't you touch her," Emmett said, and the rifle rattled in his hands, shaking with anger. You knew his dilemma; the shot wasn't clear enough for him to take. You were too close to the man, any shot that Emmett took could easily be skewed into you. And you knew that Emmet wouldn't even attempt a shot if there was a chance that he could hurt you. "Get your fucking hands off of her."
"Or what?" the man asked. "I might just take her with me. You aren't using her; I will."
"Em!" you yelped. Panic filled you and you felt screams bubbling in your throat, and Emmett shushed you quickly.
Before you knew what was happening, the sound of the rifle being shot out echoed around the dockside, and the man slumped off of you for just long enough to allow you to fall from his arms and run back to Emmett. You heaved breaths as you collided with his warm body, and he dropped his gun to hold you tightly. You gasped and sobbed into his neck, whining and crying but trying to keep quiet enough to not attract a monster, and Emmett stroked your back. "It's okay, honey," he whispered. "I've got you, baby."
"Em," you whimpered. "Is he dead?"
"Yeah, honey, he's dead," Emmett whispered. "Don't look at him, you don't wanna see it. I've got you, honey, you're safe."
"I-I'm sorry—" you started, but Emmett interrupted you.
"Sorry for what?" he asked. "Some random creep attacked you, you shouldn't be sorry about that. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you good enough to keep him off of you."
"Y-You did everything you could," you whispered. "Fuck, Emmett..."
"I'm right here, honey," he whispered. "But we gotta move quick, something definitely heard that gunshot."
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bex-pendragon · 10 months
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Guess who's doing @100wednesday again after 84 years? Me, that's who! In light of the cancellation and pending removal of Willow 2022 from D+, I got inspired to write a few words. This show has meant a lot to me and I'm going to miss it so much.
Elora keeps looking over her shoulder. 
The others think it’s because she’s using her magic. That she’s on alert for danger.
“You can relax a little,” Kit says as they make camp. “The Wyrm isn’t following us yet.”
Elora fakes a smile. She admires Kit’s bravado; her heroism.
Elora doesn’t tell them she’s not looking for the Wyrm, or the Crone, or any of the other enemies they’ve faced. She fears them, but they aren’t the reason she looks back.
They’ve left something unfinished. Something - someone - is missing.
She can’t tell them she’s looking back because she’s looking for Graydon.
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