#a part of me really believes that … about EVERYBODY

[vivwritesfics]

Ben's mother

Rhett's girlfriend has a child. She had him before she met Rhett, but he still made them a part of his family (which is fine bc the Abbotts love them).

Set outside of the events of the show where everyone is thriving (except Perry he doesn't deserve to thrive)

"Ganma!"

Cecilia Abbott turned away from the lunch she was preparing to catch the young boy running towards him.

He was so small, Cecilia was glad she could still pick him up and place him on her hip. She dreaded him getting any bigger.

He wrapped his arms around her neck as Cecilia looked towards the boys mother. "Hey," she said to Cecilia with a grin as she came over to grab Ben from her arms. "Sorry, he ran out ahead of me."

Cecilia waved her off as she sat Ben on the table. "Oh, you know it's no problem, honey," she said, dropping what she was doing to get Ben some snacks. "What have you guys been up to?" She asked, but she was talking directly to Ben.

Ben filled Cecilia in on the dog he'd met that morning as his mother looked out of the window, looking across the land. It was so incredibly impressive, she couldn't believe this was where her partner had grown up.

"They should be coming in for lunch soon," Cecilia said and returned to making lunch for everybody, all while still talking to Ben. She was so good with him, the entire Abbott family was. "Do you guys want anything?"

She and Ben had been apart of the Abbott family for so long now that she couldn't imagine a time before them.

"Ganma," Ben began as he swung his legs. "Is Amy here?"

Ben loved Amy like a big sister. If he wasn't running to Cecilia or Royal (he loved when Royal had a chance to take him to see the cows), he was running to Amy to play toys with her or watch a movie with her.

"Sorry, sweetie," said Cecilia as she gave Ben one of the juice boxes she kept in the fridge just for him. "She'll be back soon."

All of the Abbott's came back soon. Amy came running in first. She sat at the kitchen table and Ben sat beside her as Cecilia placed their lunch in front of them.

The boys walked in, Perry first. He kissed Amy on the head and took his usual seat. Royal was next, he sat at the head of the table, but wasn't given much time to rest from his morning of work as Ben began talking at him.

Talking. And talking. And talking. And talking.

Cecilia was ganma, and Royal was ganpa.

Last but not least, Rhett walked in. His eyes landed on her and he immediately strode over. "Hey," she said, but he just pressed his lips to her own.

"Eww!" The kids called as she smiled against Rhett's lips.

He smiled back, hand on his hips. "I missed you," he said with that sexy deep voice of his.

"I missed you too," she said and played with his hair, knocking his cap slightly. For just a second, they forgot anybody else was in the room with them, consumed by each other.

Cecilia placed a plate down for Rhett and he finally pulled away from her. "Hey, little man," he said as he took off his cap and placed it on Ben's head.

"Rhett!" He called. "Can we go see the horses today?"

The smile Rhett wore turned sad as he sat down opposite Ben. Ben had never called him dad. He called Cecilia and Royal 'ganma and ganpa', but he'd never called Rhett dad.

But Rhett was his dad. Ben's real dad had never been in his life, and Rhett stepped up from that moment he met them.

The frazzled, young, single mother in the grocery store dealing with a screaming nine month old. Rhett offered to help and she was only too grateful to accept.

He pushed the shopping cart for her and helped her to load her groceries into the car. He'd gotten her phone number after that and the rest was history.

"Marry her," his mother said when Rhett had confided in her about it. It was just them on the porch as Ben and his mother slept in his bed. It was a tight squeeze, but Rhett loved it. "Then you'd really be his dad."

The smile Rhett wore was somewhat unsure as he leaned back, hands in his hoodie pocket. "I will," he'd said to Cecilia. "I just don't know when."

That had been months since that conversation. Rhett had bought a ring the very next day, he just hadn't given it to her yet.

More than anything Rhett couldn't wait to become Ben's dad. Of course, to Ben's mother, to his girl, he already was Ben's dad. She didn't need some fancy ring to prove that.

They already were a family, but she couldn’t wait to become an Abbott.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott oneshot #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott x you #lewis pullman #outer range #outer range imagine #outer range x you #outer range x reader

[smilingformoney]

Sharing Part VIII | Lionel/Reader/Eli

Summary: You have a surprise visitor, and what starts out as a slip of the tongue develops into a whole lot more. Or: How Lionel and Eli learned to work as a team.

Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:

You didn’t pay much mind to the door opening and closing at the back of your lecture hall, assuming it was a late student. You were only five minutes into the class, after all, and were yet to begin your lecture on the publishing industry.

But while your students passed their completed assignments from last week up to the end of their aisles for you to collect, your eyes drifted to the back of the classroom, and you almost did a double take when you saw that the person who’d snuck into the back of your classroom was not a late student but your boyfriend who you thought was 6,000 miles away.

Lionel caught your eye and winked at you.

Did he really think you were going to just let him fly to California without telling you, come to your workplace - also without telling you - and silently sit in the back of your class?

And of all your lectures, he had to choose this one to sneak into. It was almost too good to be true.

“Ah, there he is!” you said loudly. “There I was thinking I’d have to make up a lecture on the fly. Everybody, say hello to our guest speaker all the way from London, Lord Lionel Shabandar!”

Heads turned in unison to the back of the room, and Lionel’s eyes flashed dangerously at you before he put on a charming smile and stood up, waving politely at the gasping, whispering crowd. You set them off applauding, and over the clapping nobody but you heard him murmur to you as he passed, “You are in so much trouble for this.”

“I’m in trouble?” you scoffed.

You settled yourself into a seat at the side of the room with your pile of homework, though you’d have traded it for popcorn to sit and watch Lionel improvise his way through a lecture.

Fortunately, Lionel was very good at a lot of things, and one of them was talking about himself and all his accomplishments. He started off by talking about his background and hardly mentioned publishing until he’d been speaking for twenty minutes. The class were enraptured, though, and you had to admit you loved the way he oozed confidence, charming an audience so easily as he waffled on.

What you didn’t love was the final ten minutes of his improvised lecture, when he opened the floor to questions. He very specifically chose only women to answer questions from, and you were sure he was intentionally flirting with them just to wind you up.

When the clock struck the hour, you stood up and called for the end of class.

“I’ll be sticking around if any of you have any more questions!” Lionel announced as the students began packing up their stuff, and you glared at him.

“I have a question or two,” you said to him quietly as the students began chatting amongst themselves.

“Your questions will have to wait, Dr Lane,” Lionel smirked at you. “I believe this lovely lady has a question for me.”

He turned to Leah Driver of all goddamn people, who you knew for a fact was one of Eli’s little girlfriends. She could not have been more obviously flirting, and Lionel sure as hell wasn’t discouraging it.

A queue was beginning to form, and you were grateful when Dr Parrish came in to set up for his lecture and you had an excuse to shoo everyone away. While you gathered up your own stuff, Lionel chatted away to Eli’s colleague, until you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out into the, fortunately empty, corridor.

“I am going to kill you, Lionel,” you hissed, rounding on him. He simply smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“What, can’t a man surprise his girlfriend with a work visit?”

“Without telling me you were flying in from London?!”

“I wanted to surprise you! Come on, you can’t tell me you weren’t pleased to see me.”

“Well, of course I’m pleased to see you, Lionel. I just wish I’d known I was gonna see you. What are you even doing here? You can’t tell me you flew out here just to see me.”

“Oh, work stuff,” Lionel replied with a disinterested shrug. “Last-minute meeting. I had to pretty much run home from the office to pack a bag then I headed straight for the airport. Honestly, my love, I didn’t have time to tell you. Don’t I get a kiss hello?”

“What, you wanted me to snog you in front of the class?”

“Maybe,” Lionel grinned.

“Yeah, right. And discourage all those girls from fawning over you?”

“Were they fawning?”

You scoffed. Sure, as if he hadn’t noticed. Still, you were pleased to see him, so you obligingly gave him a kiss - chastely, conscious that you were in the middle of the hallway - and when you pulled away, Lionel grabbed your hips and pushed you up against the wall to trap you as he locked his lips to yours in a much more passionate kiss than you’d initiated.

“Oh!”

Lionel pulled away when he heard someone behind him exclaim in surprise, and you looked over to see a very red-faced Leah Driver. Her again!

“Sorry, Leah. I can’t control him sometimes. Did you forget something?”

“Yeah, I… think I left my iPad in there. Um - sorry, Dr Lane, not to pry but I thought you were dating Dr Michaelson?”

If it were any other student you might have scolded her for prying, but you knew very well that Leah thought she was in love with Eli and was very upset that he’d paused things with her while you were around.

“I am,” you said with a nonchalant shrug. “I can do two things.”

“Oh, I’m a thing, am I?” Lionel said with a raised eyebrow.

“…Right,” Leah said, looking between the two of you with a frown.

“Dr Parrish is in there, but I’m sure he’ll let you look for your iPad,” you said. “Come on, Lionel, let’s go sneak into Eli’s lecture and heckle him.”

“Now, that is what I came here for,” Lionel said with a laugh. He snaked an arm around your waist and followed you down the corridor, leaving a bemused Leah in your wake.

“You are such a bastard, Lionel,” you hissed.

“Me? Darling, I’m not the one who just referred to my loving, devoted boyfriend as a thing . I don’t take kindly to being talked about so crudely, and I doubt Eli will either. But your punishment will have to wait, because your idea of heckling his lecture is too good to miss. Where’s his class?”

“He’s in C2 until five. I warn you, you’re not gonna understand a goddamn word of it.”

You were right: Lionel didn’t understand a word of Eli’s lecture, and neither did you, but you did both have a lot of fun teasing him from the back of the classroom. By the end of the class, Eli was fuming, and when the students applauded him at the end of class (why did your students never applaud you?) you made sure to boo as loud as possible.

You both dashed out the back of the room as fast as you could, cackling like a pair of naughty schoolchildren.

“Turns out I like it when you’re a brat, so long as you’re being bratty to Eli,” Lionel laughed. “I certainly want to see that more often.”

“Oh, you will. Eli’ll be stuck flirting with his students for a while. Wanna go fuck on his desk?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

---

When Eli could find no more excuses to stay listening to his students’ praise, he finally made his way back to his office, planning to drop his laptop off there before going to find you.

“Oh, for the love of —”

Eli sighed and pinched his nose when he walked into his own office - his sanctuary - to find Lionel sitting in his chair, you on your knees in a position Eli was very familiar with - but not from this angle.

“She’ll be with you in a minute, Eli, I’m nearly done,” Lionel grinned. “Come on, [Y/n], I know you can take me deeper than that.”

Lionel cupped the back of your head with his hand and gently eased you further onto his cock, your throat opening obediently as he slid past your non-existent gag reflex. With a few further thrusts, Lionel groaned as he came down your throat, keeping your face firmly buried in his coarse pubic hair until he was certain you’d milked him dry, then he pulled out of you with a relieved sigh.

“God, I fucking needed that after such a long flight.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s hell for you, flying your private jet all the way here,” Eli sneered. “What the fuck are you doing here, Shabandar?”

“Why so hostile, Michaelson? Look how happy I made our little girlfriend.”

He stroked your face affectionately, and you paused wiping your mouth clean to smile happily at him.

“Do you like drinking Daddy’s cum, love?”

You whined happily, then proceeded to begin licking him clean. Lionel grinned with satisfaction and sat back, appreciating how very fortunate he was to have such a desperate little cumslut for a girlfriend.

“To answer your question, I have a very important last-minute meeting tomorrow morning that had to be in person, so I hopped straight on my plane to get here. Fortunately I arrived in plenty of time to pay the two of you a surprise visit. Although I must say, [Y/n]'s been very impertinent ever since I arrived.”

You whined in protest, frowning at him from between his legs, where you were busy licking up the cum that had dripped down onto his balls.

“No, it’s true, darling, you’ve been quite the brat. Not only did she heckle your lecture, Eli —”

“So did you,” Eli reminded him, but Lionel continued.

“— she also referred to us as things. Like we’re nothing more than fucktoys to her, worth no more than her vibrator. Would you believe it?”

Eli raised an eyebrow. “Things, huh? Is this true, [Y/n]?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you insisted, releasing Lionel’s balls from your mouth to look up at Eli with as doe-eyed a look as you could in your position. “Leah Driver saw us kissing and she said she thought I was dating you, so I said I can do two things.”

“‘Do two things,’ huh? Not ‘date two brilliant, loving men who understand I’m too much of a cockhungry slut to be with just one of them’? You’re right, Lionel, she is very bratty today. Well, things don’t feel love, or attraction, so I suppose we have no need for you.”

Eli made a show of gathering up his belongings to get ready to go home.

“Well, since I’m just a thing, I suppose you can drive yourself home and I’ll get a taxi. After all, things can’t drive, only people can.”

“Nonsense,” Lionel said with a wave of his hand, tucking himself away as he stood up. “I have a driver waiting in the car park. He’ll be happy to drive you back to your house before taking me back to the hotel. As the only human being here, apparently, [Y/n] can drive herself.”

“No, come back with us!” you begged Lionel as you clamoured to your feet. “I’m sorry I said that, I didn’t mean it —”

“Eli, do you hear something?”

“Some thing? Why, yes I do, Lionel, I hear you, my fellow thing. Come on, let’s see if your driver will so kindly drive two simple things. ”

“No!”

You quickly ran to grab your belongings, but Lionel and Eli were already out the door. You tried to catch up with them, but those bastards, they actually got into Lionel’s waiting car and drove off!

Fuming, you got into Eli’s car, which he’d driven you both to work in that morning, and followed, grumbling at how immature they were both being.

You hoped that when you got home they’d have come to their senses, but you had no such luck. Lionel was sat on the armchair tapping away on his laptop, shirt half-unbuttoned and his feet bare, while Eli was splayed out on the couch in a t-shirt and boxers, watching the news.

They completely ignored you when you came in, even when you greeted them. They were being such idiots!

“C’mon, boys, stop being so immature,” you complained. “I said I’m sorry, alright?”

You sat on the arm of Lionel’s chair and tried to put an arm around his shoulder, but he shrugged you off.

“[Y/n], please, I’m trying to work.”

You glanced at his computer screen, where he was scrolling through the proof of a magazine spread from his car magazine.

You sighed.

“C’mon, Li, don’t you wanna take a break?”

“Absolutely not. Leave me alone.”

“Ugh, fine, whatever.”

You slid off the arm of the chair and made your way over to Eli. You slipped in between his spread legs and kissed the inside of his thigh, looking up at him with your best doe eyes, but he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the TV.

“You won’t push me away, will you, baby?” you cooed.

Eli grunted. He didn’t push you away, but he kept watching the news with an intense stare.

You kept kissing his thigh, higher and higher, until you reached his boxers, where you could see the bulge of his half-erect cock under the fabric. You smirked and began kissing it through the fabric, gently nuzzling it to try and wake it up.

“I’m sorry I spoke so thoughtlessly, Daddy,” you purred. “Maybe I’ll put my mouth to better use, huh?”

Eli folded his arms and huffed.

“These politicians don’t know what they’re talking about, huh, Lionel?”

Lionel glanced up at him, then over at the television.

“He’s only running so his wife doesn’t leave him,” he replied with disinterest, then returned to his work.

You scowled. You had the proof quite literally under your nose that Eli was aroused, and you were willing to bet Lionel’s cock was hardening too. Were they really going to continue ignoring you just to be petty?

“C’mon, Daddy, I know you want me to suck your cock,” you said seductively, looking up at Eli as you trailed kisses across his stomach, the wisps of hair below his belly button tickling your nose slightly. “Just say you forgive me and I’ll be such a good girl for you. What d’you say?”

“[Y/n], hush, I’m watching the news.”

You groaned in frustration.

“Fucking fine. You two need to fucking grow up!”

You dislodged yourself from between Eli’s legs and stormed off upstairs.

When the bedroom door slammed closed, Eli let out a snort of laughter, and Lionel chuckled.

“Have you ever watched the news so intently?” Lionel asked.

“Absolutely not.” Eli wriggled in his seat slightly. “God, I’m fucking hard now. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up before I just take her. Wonder whether she’s gonna sort herself out up there or come down and put on a show.”

“Mhm, I hope she puts on a show,” Lionel said with a wicked grin. “I do love watching her play with herself, don’t you?”

“Pfft, why do that when I can play with her myself? Fuck - alright, ten more minutes. Then if she’s not down here I’m gonna go up there and fuck her. Join in or don’t, I don’t care, but I gotta take her.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m also… struggling.” Lionel unbuttoned his trousers to release some of the tightness around his erect cock. “But I do so love making her desperate. I agree, ten more minutes is about all I can stand.”

Five minutes later, your footsteps on the stairs announced your return, and both men were relieved you’d given up before they had. But to the surprise of them both, you walked straight past the living room and headed towards the front door.

“Bye, I’m going out!” you called over your shoulder.

You were halfway out the door when an arm pulled you back inside and the door was closed in front of you. You were pushed up against the wall, trapped between an arm around your waist and an erection pressing against your arse.

“And where are you going dressed like that, hm?” Lionel murmured in your ear in a low rumble.

His spare hand wrapped around your thigh and pushed up the very short miniskirt you were wearing.

“Dressed like what?” you replied innocently, unable to hide the smirk on your face as you looked back at him over your shoulder.

“Like an easy little slut,” Lionel growled. “Fishnet tights, a croptop and a skirt that barely covers your arse… not very becoming of an esteemed professor, is it?”

“Well, I wanna get fucked, you see.”

“And having two doting boyfriends isn’t enough for you, hm? You have to go out and find some common boy at a bar?”

“My boyfriends don’t wanna fuck me,” you protested. “They’d rather watch the news and read magazine proofs.”

“God, you really are impatient, aren’t you? Well, alright, then, darling. We’ll give you what you want.”

Lionel grabbed you by the hips and spun you around to walk you back into the living room, where Eli was still sat in his boxers in front of the TV as if nothing were happening, although you could see the erection threatening to escape from his boxers.

You were unceremoniously pushed over the armchair, your arse sticking in the air over the arm, and you grabbed onto the opposite arm to stop your face from colliding with it.

“Would you believe it, Eli? Our little slut’s not happy with just the two of us. She was off out to find some sorry excuse for a man to fuck her.”

Eli glanced over at you as if you were a minor inconvenience and sighed.

He made a show of turning the TV off, then walked over to you with his arms folded, looking down at you as if you were a naughty child.

“A third cock for her slutty cunt, huh?”

Eli tutted and shook his head.

“Dear, dear, Dr Lane. Are we gonna have to remind you who you belong to?”

“Whatever answer I have to give to get fucked right now, pretend I just said it,” you said with exasperation. You wriggled your hips, pushing back slightly to press against Lionel’s crotch behind you. “C’mon, your Lordship, don’t you wanna fuck me? Don’t you miss my cunt?”

Lionel didn’t respond, and unable to see his face, you had no idea how he was reacting - until you felt a hard slap come down across your arse cheek.

“You’ve been a naughty little brat all day, Dr Lane,” Lionel growled. “Why should I reward you?”

“‘Cause you love me and you missed me?”

“Nice try.”

He slapped you again, on the other cheek this time, and you squealed. You looked up at Eli, who was standing in front of you now, his boxers discarded so he wore nothing but his t-shirt.

“You want me to suck your cock, Daddy? You know I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll suck it so good, Daddy, lemme show you how good I can be…”

Eli smirked and held his now fully erect cock up to your face, and you opened your mouth happily to take him. But instead of slipping past your lips, his cockhead grazed against your cheek, and you could feel the dampness of the precum he left behind there.

“Do you really think you can open your mouth to me and I’ll forgive you just like that?” Eli teased with a smirk. “Your mouth’s what got you in trouble in the first place.”

Behind you, you heard the clink of Lionel’s belt, and you wriggled your ass hopefully.

“Tut, tut, so greedy, [Y/n],” Lionel chuckled. “You won’t be happy until every dirty little hole of yours is filled, will you?”

“Please, I can’t stand all this teasing,” you whined, almost in tears at how aroused and frustrated you were. “Please - please, Daddies - need you —”

You tried to catch Eli’s cock in your mouth, but he took a step back, and you wailed.

“Eli, please, please… need to suck your cock…”

“Oh, you will, sweetheart,” Eli purred, and you looked up at him to see he was sporting a mischievous grin that you knew meant trouble. “Be a good girl and wait here with Lionel, okay? I’ll be back.”

“No!” you protested as Eli turned to go upstairs, but he ignored you, and you slumped your head against the arm of the chair dejectedly.

Lionel ran his hands soothingly across your back, leaning over as he did so, until his weight was crushing you into the armchair as he laid his chest across your back. You could feel his cock brushing against your thighs, and you again tried to wriggle closer.

“Shh, darling, don’t you worry now,” he murmured in your ear. “We’ll fill you up soon enough. Although frankly I’d rather have you to myself and make Eli watch while I took you over his armchair.”

You mumbled something against the pillow you were leaning against, and Lionel laughed, a low chesty rumble that you felt vibrate through your shoulder blades.

“What was that, darling?”

You lifted your head and repeated, “Eli would never be a cuckold. He’d be fighting you for space inside me.”

“Oh, but we know you can fit us both, don’t we, darling?” Lionel grinned. “Your greedy cunt just loves taking both our cocks. Ah, and here he is now.”

Lionel hooked an arm around your waist and stood up straight, pulling you up with him. Eli approached you from the doorway with a hungry grin on his face and a familiar pink object in his hand.

“Don’t suppose you’ve ever seen her favourite dildo, have you, Lionel? He’s your stand-in when she gets greedy. Now, [Y/n]… do you want our friend here in your mouth, your cunt or your ass?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Lionel said, “We’re punishing her, remember? I don’t think she should get to choose.”

He kissed your neck, teeth nipping hungrily at the skin there, and you gasped when one hand dove under the waistband of your skirt and he was immediately met with the soaking wet juices dripping from you.

“It’s been so long since I last had you, darling… I’ll take nothing less than your sweet cunt. I can always have your arse later. For now, I think I’d like to get to know this friend of yours by helping him fill your arse.”

“Oh, I am happy with that,” Eli grinned as he passed the dildo to Lionel. “You wanted to suck my cock, after all, sweetheart. Come here and open your mouth nice and wide for me.”

You didn’t bother lowering yourself to your elbows; you just let yourself fall back onto the armchair, desperate to taste Eli’s cock even though you’d woken him up with a blowjob that very morning. Eli and Lionel both laughed at you, but you didn’t care. You just propped yourself up on a cushion and opened your mouth obediently to take Eli’s cock.

“You certainly have a way of keeping me on my toes, [Y/n],” Lionel said as he pushed the dildo into your cunt to lubricate it. “I can’t say I’ve ever used a dildo on a woman before.”

“Bet you never had anyone as greedy as her before,” Eli replied, his eyes fixed on you as his cock slid past your lips, and the feeling of your tongue on his shaft made him groan with pleasure before he’d even begun to fuck your throat. “I know I sure haven’t… never had anyone who can keep up with me.”

Lionel pulled the now lubricated dildo out of you, then began pushing it against your ass, gently coaxing the tight muscles to open up.

“Mhm, I’m sure that’s what you told yourself every time you cheated on your wife. I’m doing her a favour” - he pushed the dildo in further, and you grunted around Eli’s cock, which was now easing its way down your throat - “by taking my horny arse elsewhere” - the dildo was now hilted inside you, and Lionel held your hips in place while he guided his cock towards your cunt - “I won’t grow to resent her. Never knowing, of course, that all this time… there was a greedy slut just waiting to match your levels of depravity.”

Eli was fully hilted in your throat now, and as desperate as you were to give him the sloppiest blowjob he’d ever had, you stayed still while Lionel entered your cunt, adjusting himself just so while your cunt and your ass adjusted to the double stretch.

Lionel closed his eyes and threw his head back with a groan as he settled inside you, letting you get used to the stretching of every hole you had to offer. Eli, on the other hand - or rather, on the other end - was watching you intently, savouring the sight of you sandwiched between them, his cock in your mouth with Lionel in your cunt and the dildo in your ass. Knowing you, though, you wouldn’t be satisfied.

“There’s a button at the bottom of the dildo,” Eli said through gritted teeth, trying with all his might to restrain himself from fucking into your mouth with gusto. “Vibrates like there’s no fuckin’ tomorrow.”

Lionel opened his eyes and looked down at you as he pressed the button on the dildo, and you hummed in surprise and pleasure as the vibrations filled your ass. Instinctively, you began rocking your hips back, and Lionel placed his hands on your waist to keep you steady.

“I think our little slut’s ready,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice, as if he were commenting on a new painting.

“Good, ‘cus I am ready to fucking destroy her,” Eli growled.

You hummed your assent, and together both men started rocking their hips against you, one man sliding down your throat with practised ease while the other held your hips tight as he began pounding into you.

If you could choose just one memory to relive vividly any time you wanted, this would definitely be the one. Your every nerve was on fire; your ass stretched out as the dildo sent vibrations deep inside you, Lionel’s cock felt so perfect inside your cunt, as if he’d never left; and Eli’s cock left a salty taste in your mouth as precum mixed with saliva, and each thrust moved the sinful cocktail around, filling your senses with nothing but the depraved yet intimate act of taking both your lovers at once.

Add the vibrator in your ass, and you were just about ready to die and go to Heaven - though, considering the sins you’d committed with not one but two men who weren’t your husband, you doubted you’d get anywhere near the pearly gates.

You gripped onto Eli’s thighs to keep yourself steady, and you could feel the sweat dripping through his thick leg hair. You glanced up to look at him, and the sight of him, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and mouth hanging open as he grunted in rhythm with his thrusts, was one you wanted seared into your mind forever.

Eli was an asshole, but truthfully so were you, and so was Lionel. You were all fucked up and you were all in desperate need of a therapist, but something about it just worked.

You almost gagged on Eli when you felt Lionel reach around to rub his expert fingers on your sweet spot, knowing just where to go and how to touch you to send you to heights of pleasure. You moaned as best you could with your mouth full of cock, and you heard Lionel chuckle, clearly pleased with the reaction he’d elicited from you.

Eli grabbed your head to hold you in place and began fucking you faster.

“God, I’m not gonna fucking last,” he moaned. “Too good - you’re too fucking good, [Y/n]. Fuck - if only you could see yourself - right where you’re meant to be, you dirty fucking slut. So hungry for our cocks, huh?”

His babbling turned into a moan when you slipped a hand between his thighs and gently cradled his balls in your hand, just enough to stimulate him.

You could tell he was torn. He was trying his best not to cum, but he so sorely needed it. And as much as you loved having his cock in your mouth, you loved it even more when he shot his seed down your throat.

You reached past his balls and gently teased at his asshole - or as gently as you could when Lionel was violently pounding into you from behind, his fingers teasing at your clit just as you teased at Eli’s ass.

“Yes, go on - go on - put your finger up there, [Y/n],” Eli groaned. “Just a little bit - mhm, fuck, that’s good.”

Your fingertip was barely past Eli’s asshole when you felt his prostate, and just a single touch of it was enough to send Eli over the edge, his seed spurting down your throat as he moaned loudly, the combination of your throat and your finger just impossible for him to resist.

You thought you might choke as Eli held your head in place, your face buried in his coarse hair, your slight suffocation only worsened by Lionel pounding into you from behind.

Just when you thought you might have to give the signal to stop, Eli pulled out of you with a contented groan, and you gladly gulped up large gasps of air.

As soon as your mouth was free of Eli, Lionel leant over you, his significantly larger frame easily engulfing yours over the armchair.

“Good, now I can fuck you properly,” he growled.

You pathetically tried to grip onto the cushion underneath you, but you were too far gone to have any strength left. Instead, you savoured the feeling of Lionel’s body on top of yours, his cock pushing up against your walls even as the dildo continued vibrating through your ass.

Lionel raised his body slightly off yours, and you opened your eyes slightly when you felt lips against yours, and you happily reciprocated the passionate kiss Eli was giving you, as if he were thanking your mouth for taking him so well.

“If you’re all worn out, I can take it from here,” Lionel said, taunting Eli as he kissed you all over your face. “I clearly have much more stamina than you. I can - mhm - I can fuck her for hours. Isn’t that right, darling?”

“Uh-huh,” you replied in half a daze, only slightly aware of what words meant. “You last so long, Daddy.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready to go again soon enough,” Eli replied before teasingly biting your nose. “How many times shall we make her cum tonight? I’m thinking at least five. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“Uhh-huhh,” you moaned in reply, and Eli laughed.

“You gonna cum now, baby? Go on, I think you’ve earned it. What d’ya think, Lionel? Has our little slut earned her orgasm?”

Lionel just growled in response, which you knew meant he was holding back his own orgasm.

“Please cum inside me, Daddy,” you whined. “Please, Daddy, please, please, please…”

Lionel pulled out of you suddenly, and you hardly had a chance to protest before he turned you onto your back and re-entered you swiftly, easily aided by your soaking wet cunt, and the new angle allowed him to rub up against your G-spot, causing the familiar shaking in your legs to warn you that you were about to cum.

Eli leant over you from behind to kiss you upside down, and you giggled against his lips at the absurdity of it. He grabbed your tits and pulled harshly on your nipples; at the exact same time, Lionel rubbed his thumb against your clit, and your whole body shook as your orgasm washed over you. Somewhere Lionel was grunting your name as he released his seed inside you, and the warmth of his seed inside you only added to your pleasure as every sane thought left your mind and all you knew was the ecstasy of the moment.

You were often a useless lump after an orgasm, but after such a mind-numbing experience, you were less than useless. You could hardly tell what was being said, but Eli and Lionel were saying something to each other, or to you maybe.

Lionel scooped you up in his arms and you felt him carry you up the stairs.

“Where’s Eli?” you mumbled, not wanting to be without either of them.

“He’s right behind me, darling,” Lionel replied in his soothingly deep voice. “We’re going to have a rest in the bed, then when you’re back with us we’ll give you the rest of those orgasms we promised you. How does that sound?”

You hummed contentedly against Lionel’s shoulder.

“So long as I’m with my boys, I’m happy,” you mumbled, and although for now most thoughts had left your head, that was one you would never forget.

#alan rickman #lionel shabandar #eli michaelson #lionel x reader #eli x reader #gambit 2012 #nobel son

[chuchayucca]

Discussions of implied fictional CSA & SA

I recently been wondering if there’s a chance Richard thinks Roy’s aggressive and distant behavior is normal and not a sign of CSA because he acted similarly to Roy when he was younger

Reasonings in the tags

#Again TW for discussion/mentions of CSA/SA #I believe Richard was repeatedly SA by his brother throughout his childhood and early teenage years #He never realized it was SA because no one told him and pre-existing misinformation and harmful beliefs about SA #He unknowingly developed bad behaviors and coping mechanism from his CSA in his teenage years but nothing was really done #The school thought he was a rowdy troublemaker. His parents didn’t do jack to help him even after discovering the abuse because they- #worried more their reputations. And his friends didn’t know about the abuse either so they thought he was a rowdy kid and sometimes #Feed into his bad behaviors because they were dumb teenagers looking to have fun in the stupidest ways possible and not thinking of the- #consequences or why a kid like Richard was so mean and aggressive in the first place #I know this is a very sensitive topic and the fandom has all right to be hesitant about seeing how Roy’s truama was treated and #certain individuals approaching it terribly #However I don’t think the majority of the fandom understands how Roy’s SA is an integral part of his character. not only because it’s an- #canon explantation for his behavior but also being SA impacts EVERYTHING. how you look at the world. behaviors. relationships. etc #imo it’s feels weird to ignore it even if the original source treated it questionable #I am interested and do want to explore Roy’s story and the probable story of Richard too #Not only is it an integral part of Roy’s character that should be acknowledge more but also there’s an interesting story to tell about- #CSA/SA. how it affects everybody. and the different interpretations that can be written from it #I’m really interested in seeing a fanfic where Roy and Richard addressed their truama together. learn to heal. and become closer by the end #That being said I want to make it clear that when discussing these topics I still want to be respectful #If I ever handle it wrong or go to far. let me know. and if you have criticism for me regarding this. let me know too! #Again this is a very sensitive topic and I don’t want to contribute to the harm #spooky month #spooky month roy #spooky month richard #tw csa mention #tw csa #tw sa mention #tw sa implied #tw csa implied #tw sa #ChuchaYucca.text

[itspileofgoodthings]

just thinking about the long game of life and morality.

edit: not sure I stand by everything in the tags, was just trying to think through something

#moments are so FUN. you know? they can be so much they can contain the world in them #anyone can be charming in one moment and often they are #I love them because they reveal truth in blinding flashes #but also life isn’t about moments it’s about the long game choices that string them together #the consistency underneath the flashes #the thing that can tether the moments together and give them some kind of meaning #i’m thinking about celebrities tbh #and how easy they can be to love if you see them in the right moment #just as people. and especially because they’re often funny or charming in some way #and then you think about their lives as a whole and what tragic wrecks a lot of them are #and it’s just! about the long game! #most people just want to be happy and their intentions aren’t any darker than that #a part of me really believes that … about EVERYBODY #but unless there is some kind of moral code in play #that is about establishing the consistency between moments #(in a sense) #than things are just going to derail #the moment of lightness or humor or cast bonding isn’t enough #idk if this is making any sense #it’s not just about celebrities it’s about people #I feel like we all just wanna chase the moments and we want to tell ourselves that the moment (a good moment) told us EVERYTHING #contains the answer to everything #and it just doesn’t #God’s beauty and goodness and creativity are reflected everywhere #flashes of broken light in a broken world #and they can DAZZLE. but it’s about the long game #and that’s the only answer to happiness #self-denial. self-denial in the chase for MOMENTS #anyway Friday night lights rewired my brain. I still love Moments I am a Moments girl #but one moment is not enough

[jankwritten]

Actually, I don't think I'll be altering it, necessarily. I think that what I'm going to do is exactly what the show did - some Fuckshit that allows People to Come Back. Because Altea randomly reappears, and I think that Allura's energy should be allowed to come back too. The episode is titled The End Is the Beginning. I call bullshit that the lions just DISAPPEAR. I call bullshit that there is no more need for a defender of the universe. ALL realities were reestablished, and we had SOLID PROOF that all it took was one person, one event, for everything that happened to happen again. There would still be war. There would still be need for something like Voltron, even with the Atlas and the next generation of fighters. Even if it's not the current paladins - Voltron shouldn't just disappear. That ending is dumb, sorry.

That being said - holy shit. I genuinely loved that whole experience and I feel kind of bad for the people who let expectations and silly plot points blot out the whole show for them. Was it dumb at times? Yeah. Do I agree with the way that things went and how it ended? No! But that doesn't mean the show itself sucks or anything like that. This is the whole reason fandom spaces exist, or, part of the reason: so people can love the source material, and change what they don't, if need be. Like, that's the whole reason fanfiction exists IMO.

So, uh, anyway. If anybody has a pirated copy of VLD just lying around and uh....wants to just kick that my way in case it ever gets demolished off the internet.......i would love you forever and ever LMAO.

Wow. Just wow.

#vld #voltron legendary defender #was I crying the whole time I wrote this? yeah lmao #I just can't believe I made it through and that I *liked it* #after all these years!!!! 5 years of hearing to never watch past season 4 to just ditch the show and never watch it!!!! #and it was so fucking good!!!!! #i've literally NEVER been this inspired by something before. i've NEVER fallen this hard into a hyperfixation. #Not even percy jackson or OMGCP or Hockey itself grabbed me like this #I DON'T LIKE SCI FI!!!!!!! #and yet here I am #weeping like a kid over a show everybody told me i was going to hate lmao #it's so ironic to me that my favorite seasons were 5-8. it's SO ironic that my favorite parts were amongst the most hated #(i didn't even REALLY mind the Shiro/Curtis wedding at the end) #i don't know #i think i'm overwhelmed right now and tired and i haven't eaten in days lmao so maybe i'm just Being Weird About This #i feel like my life just got changed and it's silly and dumb but idk. things you love change you. shrug #woof. okay. currently stopping myself from restarting the entire show over which would definitely be a sign of madness #(i'm really considering it guys lmao) #it's even funnier because the fic that I want to read right now would be all about the politics and shit #like I want to read CONTINUATIONS of the show #GAH. #okay i've cried so much i feel sick so i'm gonna go Calm Down Now #thank you guys for sitting through all of my posts

[gemstarstarlight]

I think that I think a little too much about how uncomfortable I would be in a relationship and yet how much I would be letting people down if I told them I was ace and almost certainly permanently uninterested.

#like people don’t believe me when I say I’m pretty sure I’m not really interested in dating #like ever #I don’t even believe me tbh #it’s just so normal and expected in my world #like of course you’re gonna get married someday I just know it #like am I desperate for companionship and everybody knows it but me??? #but at the same time I like the idea of not being alone always #but not in a sexy way #or in a constant live life and fight about toilet seats way #i don’t know #and the worst part is that most people don’t even say anything like that to me anymore but I hear it anyway #thanks! it’s the trauma #asexual #am i asexual?

[arthur-r]

actually so relieved to run into this weird vent art from like a week before my partner broke up with me and remember how i was actually profoundly unhappy when we were together. like i literally would have broken up with him within the next couple weeks probably. all it would have changed if he hadn’t broke up with me would be that a valentine’s day together would be a lasting painful memory. whereas our relationship is nearly managing to comfortably fade into background noise.

#this art is weird which is why i never posted it shdhdf but i figure it goes along with self-actualization/the silly stupid angel song #i remember the same time i drew this i had drawn a monster based off my now-ex (it’s in a notebook somewhere) #and i just kept drawing and giving it more evil attributes and thinking why am i doing this it’s supposed to be my partner #but like. my subconscious fucking knew. he was basically a demon feeding on my life force #anyway i’m a fan of the bloody keyhole in my chest cause that’s so real #i love when i write or draw something and then like. months later i finally get to the realization that i subconsciously clearly highlighte #like yeah he’s demanding symmetry from me (golden ratio) and fucking clawing to get to my secrets (keyhole) and expecting me to be this #idealized and appealing figure but also refusing to give me any actual affection in response like i’m just a fucking statue to stare at #and then idk i’m bleeding golden blood because WHY NOT shdhdf maybe there’s symbolism i figure out later but i think that part’s just rad #oh and of course a halo like from THAT ONE GUY WHAT IS HIS NAME paintings #i want to say like giorgio but that’s not right. WHO IS THE GUY WHO PAINTS THE GOLD HALOS #GIOTTO i looked it up it’s my best friend giotto!!!! i can’t believe i turned my back on him…. forgot his name…. anyway i love his halos #and i was halfheartedly emulating that while i was drawing shdhdf. so anyway that’s the story of this whole thing #but no it’s so good to notice that actually i was discontented and needed to break out of the pattern. cause like i don’t think i fully #understood that i’m ALLOWED to end something i’m not happy with. so even though i deserved to i wouldn’t have done it. so it’s a lesson now #i’m aware that it’s something i’m able to do and something that i should have done. and i’ll do it earlier next time. ANYWAY sorry for this #ex talk #vent cw #i’m so normal i promise. i’m actually getting really normal about it genuinely though. basically fine kinda sorta almost. shdhdhdf #anyway i hope everybody is doing well. sorry for just throwing stuff around every once in a while and being otherwise absent #lmk if you need anything anytime!!!! love and light /gen #me. my post. mine. #delete later #ask to tag

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr phil silvers giving the The One w/the Car & the River

#and as i just learned; nearly drowning about it b/c he couldn't swim.... #i already happened to know that someone really did fly a plane through an (of course fake / relatively more flimsy) billboard there #like ''yeah that was a wild stunt pretty dangerous can't believe that worked or we did it'' like sounds about right #any comedic effort will be hit or miss (i suffer with all the misses. learn how to be funny. that there's normal washing machine mode #apparent ''humor'' that's just ''what if someone was Weird & you were going [awwkwarrd] & just being unfunnily snarky but they weren't #Getting it? yeah. that's the joke for the next three minutes; no it just won't stop]) ya gotta learn how to be funny man!!! #so they made a like three hour ensemble comedy of dozens of people who did. thank god #i love cumulative compounding Situations humor where tiny details & constant Performing from everyone really make it #and actually the very finale tends to make me tear up with [!] lol thee [the hospital scene] ending ending #going from ''okay it wasn't That funny'' to ''oh this is the Thesis of this entire thing as a celebratory love letter to Comedy'' #ethel merman yelling at everybody through this thing a real powerhouse #the memory i have for like bit parts in this where somebody was just nailing like scrambling in the midst of some elevated mess #another proposed title ''one damn thing after another'' i know That's apropos. director wishes they added another ''mad'' So true #in addition to [this is often free on youtube including now] i see they've finally fixed the title. used to be typed as a mere three mad's #If I Don't Get Outta H....Why? wHYY?? #Youtube

[alixlives]

vent in tags dont read or do man i cant stop u💀

#im just not okay lmao #i wanna get help i honestly do #but the last time i was honest to my therapist about how im really feeling #she called my mom i got traumatized and almost sent away #only reason i didnt was because i lied to the people at the hospital #ive gained a little too much weight i was doing so so well with eating and then when i looked #entirely ruined it #i always bottle up my emotions and then i just suddenly like explode. and i lash out at everybody and everyone just #deems me as this horrible person who treats everybody like shit #its hard to believe the positive things that few people say about me #when most people only point out the bad parts of me #when they tell me im too fat #when they tell me im just a manipulative asshole #when they all talk bad about me behind my back #it hurts man #i just wanna be okay.

[hyewka]

—what a loser! | c.bg

୨୧ synopsis. hearing rumours of your sex life travel around your campus for the first time has you standing in front of the very person that you’re convinced is responsible. your secret fuck buddy.

୨୧ warnings. stoner!gyu, bratty sub!beomgyu, mean femdom, humiliation kink, VERY public, hair pulling, hate sex kind of, cunnilingus, use of pet, fuck buddies, reader has a priest dad, bit of a toxic dynamic

“Why’re you here?” he mumbles casting his eyes down to his feet as he idly skates around, not paying you even a little bit of eye contact or actual acknowledgement.

“Can we talk somewhere else? More private?”

He ignores you.

You huff, rolling your eyes, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. The sun had already set, there were even less people out—no one was skating around at this hour but Beomgyu. “Why—" you take a breath, already feeling yourself get emotional and angry, “Why did you go around telling people about us?”

There’s a few reasons circling your head. Attention, bragging rights—attention was a big one but you hoped, no, a part of you believes it was an accident. That he let the information slip from his lips when he was drunk, or out of his right mind. But with the way he’s acting, it’s getting harder to hold on to the belief that Beomgyu was misunderstood and not just a fucking asshole.

Too much time goes by with silence and you think hes blatantly ignoring you again, but then he halts his skating, taking the time to run a hand through his hair. Hair that you’ve regretfully played with days on end, twirling strands around your finger, giggling as if the foundation you’ve built your relationship on wasn’t such a fragile fire that could be snuffed out in seconds if not the tiniest bit careful.

Look where you are now.

“Dunno, ‘cuz I can.”

His eyes are on you, bangs parted, looking straight at you. You can’t get it out of your mind, how the ends of his lips twitched up as he said that. Bitch. Fucking bitch.

He finds this amusing. A game. Your reputation was a game to him. Of course it is. He never took anything serious, not his career, not his relationships, not his future—he never cared.

Your nostrils flare as you stomp large strides towards him, charging and shoving his chest, having him stumble backwards off his board, dryly laughing. “The goody two shoes about to commit an assault?”

“Oh fuck off, you wouldn’t dare try suing me. God, I hate you so much. You’re such a—such a fucking loser!” you yell.

That wiped off the cocky demeanour.

“Here’s some two cents for you, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about whatever this is between us. I really couldn’t. But you—” your face gets heated up, pointing a finger at him. “You will never find anything better than what I gave you. And you’re going to live with that.”

He scoffs like he’s unbothered but it’s so clear with the way he clenches his jaw afterwards he’s pissed—it hit a spot. Good. Good, let him be hurt.

“What do you even—what did you gain by telling everybody my sex life? Having people call me a slut? Some sick pleasure from being superior to me for once? Attention? Huh? Why’re you acting out now?” Your eyes are narrowed as they implore answers out of him, searching his face and eyes, anything, anything that you can read from his unbearable silence.

“Yeah.”

You blink confused. “What?”

“Yeah, I wanted the attention. Happy now?” He walks to shoulder you but you let out a scoff, holding him back by his arm and pushing him in front of you again.

“You can’t for one second act like a man can you? You just run away from everything!” you feel like you could rip out your hair with how frustrating hes being.

“If you’re just going to stand there and insult me like a bitch I might as well just go and do something fucking productive.” he spits.

Your cheeks heat up and you think for the first time you understand the phrase of seeing red. Hes been poking and poking and poking with his nonchalance then later smugness then going onto just straight up disrespect—he was really pushing you. So he should’ve expected the hand that goes to strike him against his face—your chest rising up and down, brows furrowed deeply.

A faint red hand print blooms across his cheek, and his jaw falls slack, eyes blown out and wide. You suddenly grab him by the back of his hair, no doubt burning his scalp with the way he lets out a loud hiss. “I fucking hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

You’re so close to his face and everything about the way he’s looking at you gives you the chills. You hate him. You do. He’s insane, he’s selfish, he’s rude, he’s—

A shaky lopsided grin still manages to break from his face, “No you don’t.”

And that was your last straw.

The addictive nature about Beomgyu is what kept you coming back over and over again—he never lead, he just let you…take him. And sometimes, at a point of your life where you feel like everythings being controlled for you, not having the choice to make the decisions you like, this somewhat served as an outlet.

That’s the more…reasonable explanation.

The other explanation is simple. He’s so fucking sexy.

The way he still melts into a kiss so harsh and mean, attempting to cup your cheeks, but immedietely dropping it when he feels your disapporval, his whimpers already picking up, not taking any incentive to breathe as if this kiss was enough to keep him alive; it’s those little things that have you up in the middle of the night thinking about him. Him.

Beomgyu, the stereotypical bad-boy stoner hipster outcast—the antithesis of everything present in your picture perfect life—he keeps you up at night. The mix of weed and his hilariously bad attempt at covering it with febreeze and cologne wafts your scent, it overwhelms you, but you still can’t get enough. Everything annoying about him disappears when he’s touching you.

“Why? Why do you keep doing this?” you say, finally being able to pull away from him—only after you had jerked on his hair harsher.

His lips are swollen, red and glistening—he looks pretty like this. He really does. But those lips always end up saying something to piss you off. “Keep doing what? Letting everyone know how you really are? Not actually the good girl you pretend to be, huh.”

You don’t know if he’s goading you on purpose because he likes it rough, or if he’s just being an asshole in general. It doesn’t matter. If he’s going to act like a brat, he’ll get treated like one.

Your knuckles had turned white with how hard you were gripping his hair so it feels relieving when you finally let it go. He tries to lean in to chase after your lips again, but you have your hands on his chest to stop him.

The flash of panic in his eyes when you step back from him is hilarious, it really is. It tells you everything you need to know. He wants you. He really wants you. He doesn’t care if you hit him or ruin his life, he wants you.

If his next words are any indication. “Hey, hey what are you doing? Where are you going?”

You walk to sit on a step of the stairs. “Do you think I’m a slut? Is that why you thought you had the audacity? Surely because otherwise if you respected me you wouldn’t have spread those rumors about me.”

He huffs out a laugh, the biggest reaction you’ve gotten out of him so far. He also walks to get closer to you. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You haven’t even come up with one single reason that would paint me in a better light. You really do see me as a fucking douchebag loser.” He’s clearly getting emotional with the way his voice gets higher pitched, the nonchalant front cracking, his lips slightly trembling.

“Because that’s what you are. Douchebag. Loser. You’re. A. Loser. Choi Beomgyu.”

You can see his fists clench at his sides, tight lipped. If you knew any better, you think he might’ve just started crying, but you’re not interested in tears. You angle your feet to point to the ground, “On your knees.”

He only hesitates for a second, he only stands there staring at you for a second, only a second before he crumbles and does as you say, getting on his knees in front of you, between your legs. “Closer.”

“But-"

“But what?” Your skirts already half way ridden up and you stare him down, keeping your eye contact intense.

“We’re in p-public. Anyone can see.”

You know hes blushing when you see the tips of his ears peek out, bright red. Aw, he’s nervous? Embarrassed? Shy?

“You’re never seeing me after this Choi. Make of it what you can or piss off.”

His eyes widen comically at that. “What? What does that mean? Are you leaving me?”

You can’t decipher or understand why exactly hes so surprised but you shake it off, you don’t want your good time to be spoiled. Not when your underwears’ already sticking to your pussy seeing him on his knees, on the ground, with his ripped baggy jeans, no doubt a pavement burn getting to him. “Are you going to eat me out or should I get up and leave?”

He shakes his head vehemently, hands on your knees spreading your legs. “Sorry, ‘m sorry. Don’t leave. Gonna make you feel good, promise.”

He’s already rambling like he’s dumbed out, like he’s about to be a goner. But he’s still hesitant in his actions and you groan, throwing your head back. “What the fuck Beomgyu?”

A pout rests on his lips, “I—…I don’t want anyone seeing you..”

You think he’s giving a fuck for your decency, you think its about you for once. But then another thought pops up in your head and your lips twitch. It’s not for you. It’s for him. He doesn’t want any possible pedestrian to see what only him so far has been able to see.

This isn’t worth it.

You make an attempt to get up before Beomgyu immediately has you sit back down, wasting no time to press his face between your legs, skirt over his head. His tongue pokes out to lick on over your panties, gradually wetting it and you sigh, the tenseness of your body evaporating. “Yeah, thats it. Be good for me pup.” He whines at that.

Beomgyu doesn’t tease any longer the moment your hands go to grab his hair because suddenly he bunches your panties to the side and you feel the contact of his hot tongue on your cunt, already lapping away like a dog. Dumb dog. Dumb dog. Dumb dumb dumb—but shit he’s having you curl your toes at the speed he’s going, the way he moans against your pussy like hes somehow enjoying eating you out more than you are.

“You’re my toy, nothing else. But you just keep—you keep irritating me, you keep being a dick, you keep provoking me.” you breathe out, tightening your fistful of his hair in your hand, making his moans even louder, nuzzling closer in your pussy you think he might genuinely suffocate at this point. But knowing him, he’d probably like that. “God, you absolute loser.”

He whines something intelligible, wet eyes looking up at you with his brows pulling up—it makes you gasp as you bite down on your bottom lip. He’s so pretty it’s unfair. Why’s such a sinful person so pretty? God must really have the time of his life making this hell for you.

You take it upon yourself to lift yourself a bit, grinding on his face harder, trying to reach your high, obstructing your view of his face—even with the anxiety of doing this so out in the open resting at the pit of your stomach. He’s practically mewling in your pussy, and the sounds send vibrations, his nose bumping up your clit every now and then. He lets you use him, he just lets you.

When Beomgyu fully submits like this to you…you see stars, you come hard. “More…more”, he groans, licking up your arousal. It’s so dirty, it really is, but you can’t help but nod.

Having the skater eat you out till your legs were jelly at a skatepark late at night would surely guarantee your place in hell.

“You’re such a whore, letting me fuck your face like this baby—don’t soil your pants yet, I know how you get. Probably getting off at the fact that we’re out l-like this…h-hah—dirty, dirty boy.”

He shakes his head, the glistening sweat of his forehead and the matted strands on his temple proof of how hard hes really going at it. “Not dirty. Just wan’ your attention..”

The second you tut at him for stopping he immedietely dives back in—you don’t know if it’s more him being afraid of a punishmet or because he himself doesn’t want to stop. Never mind that, because now hes wrapping his pretty lips around your clit and you’re fucking losing your mind with how quick your head clouds.

There are so many things circling your head right now. And this always happens whenever he starts talking during a hook up. Yes, it helps you get to an edge even faster but its for all the wrong reasons. He’d dirty talk for a bit before switching up, and suddenly all of his words are loving and cute and adorable and, and that’s bad. When you see him other than the image he’s curated for himself—that’s when you start feeling the unfamiliar butterflies fluttering.

You don’t like it. He’s not good for you.

“Stop thinking, only focus on me.” You gasp, your fingers digging into his tangled hair, disheveling it even more. Only him.

He makes you orgasm again, and when you catch your breath you gently push his head away, then harder when he can’t seem to stop kissing your inner thighs. He sighs, dropping it, but not without giving you one last puppy plea. You avoid his eyes, pulling your panties up and scoping around the area, all of a sudden feeling exposed. Did you really just let this punk eat you out on a staircase?

You stand up, dusting your ass, taking note of the redness of his knees and the large wet patch in between his crotch when Beomgyu follows, getting up from his knees, wiping his ridiculously wet lips. You tuck a strand behind your ear as you awkwardly stand, thinking over what you’re going to say now.

We’re over, bye.

I’ll go home now, don’t call me.

I hope you know how bad you messed up. Bye.

I’m blocking you on everything so don’t even think of contacting me.

“Don’t leave me.”

…That has you snap out of your reverie.

His voice is low, no doubt vulnerable. This is the worst. This is bad. Shit.

You clear your throat. “Why? Why shouldn’t I? Even if I didn’t want to I’d have to…my dad knows about you now because of the little stunt you pulled and he definitely doesn’t approve of you.” You mumble the last part, crossing your arms and keeping your distance. But that’s not of any use when he steps forward every time you take a step back.

“I’m—” He runs a hand through his hair again, clearly frustrated. And you don’t understand why, does he really operate life thinking there aren’t consequences to his actions? If he didn’t want to stop this so bad why’d he tell people about your relationship when you explicitly told him not to? “We can—we can do it in secret like we did this entire time. He doesn’t have to know.”

You sigh, also frankly frustrated. “Beomgyu! Why can’t you just-"

Suddenly you’re in his embrace, engulfing you so gently and yet the desperation in it couldn’t have been any more tighter. “Please, please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I’ll—I’ll really do everything you want, I’ll be your toy, your pet, whatever shit you’re into—just don’t leave me."

You really shouldn’t give in. You really, really shouldn’t.

But then he nuzzles into your neck, mumbling with that slight whiny drawl in his tone, “I’ll be your good boy, I promise. Won’t misbehave anymore.”

Of course you give in. Again.

୨୧ note. honestly don’t know where this came from, i was just making up backstory as i was writing. literally only had one thought and one thought only, what if sub!bad boy x dom! good girl? and that was the small attempt made here lol, i love hearing any feedback or even a theory or two concerning the story’s world as i might explore these characters again 🙏

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #sub!idol #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader

[artbyblastweave]

I saw a post a couple of days ago that said one of the most important things about Steven Universe, thematically, is that everybody in the core cast has done at least one completely morally unjustifiable thing, regardless of how likeable or sympathetic they are otherwise, and that this is important to understanding the show thematically. This is true. 

But it also reminded me of one other thing I really like about Steven Universe, which is that it’s the emotional-toxicity equivalent of all those posts about how cartoons have to come up with unimaginably worse forms of death and violence in the course of avoiding getting censored for depicting plausible forms of death and violence.  All of the ways in which SU characters cross those emotional and interpersonal lines are wrapped up either in their fantastic abilities or their bizarre life circumstances in a way that makes it all esoterically awful and often much more existentially horrifying than any of the real-life dynamics it’s alluding to. You’ve said nasty things to people in the heat of the moment but you’ve never shapeshifted into the guy’s dead wife to twist the knife a little more. No violation of bodily autonomy is ever gonna involve contriving a situation in which the other party will believe that it’s necessary to fuse with you, body and soul in order to do demolition work. The most toxic relationship in the world isn’t gonna involve imprisoning someone at the bottom of the ocean for several months and only emerging to participate in humanoid-sacrifice rituals. Your codependency will never last 8,000 years, be frontloaded with a faked death you’re biomechanically incapable of confessing to, and end with your partner’s suicide-by-childbirth. Your worst roommate situation will never end with one party stealing the apartment and taking it to the moon. Et al. Et al.

I don’t remember where I was going with this, precisely, (and I may have drifted sideways from the original discussion topic of crossed lines per se, but whatever.) I mean part of it’s funny because it exists in a series with tons of mundane, non-metaphorical examinations of interpersonal issues, like everything to do with Lars and Sadie, or Sour Cream and Marty. And there’s an extent to which I’m just describing how cartoons are written. But there’s something special about how Steven Universe does it. Something delightfully fucked up about it all. I think maybe part of it is that it’s a considered and embraced fucked-upedness, none of this is just an ill-considered fridge-logic by-product of something else they were trying to do. Like for every one of these, someone in the writers room probably went, “Man, this has some fucked up implications,” and then everyone would go, “Yeah!” and hi five and put it in specifically because of that. Great Show. Great show

#thoughts #meta #steven universe #media analysis #su

[targaryenluvs]

— OPPOSITES ATTRACT

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader (romantic) percy jackson x reader (platonic)

summary: the one where percy jackson has to wrap his head around the fact that the nicest person he’s met at camp, is dating clarisse.

warnings: kinda crack ficy in my opinion, fluff, smooches, capture the flag, reader is percy’s saving grace, percy sees the reader as a sister

a/n: i just got inspired okay? ✊🏽

percy’s feet were booming, heard from afar as he ran to the creek’s shore. the ares trio hot on his tail as they chased him down. he knew he couldn’t run forever, he’d have to fight, but how on earth was he going to win against three trained teens?

as if clarisse wasn’t frightening enough already, her scream sent literal chills down percy’s back, guess she really likes spears? he thought to himself.

the sounds of cheers and celebration drew the pairs attention as luke planted the opposing teams flag into the floor. they’d lost. percy felt clarisse’s grip falter, only slightly, but not when she saw the flag, clarisse’s eyes were currently trained on something behind him. more bullies? “there you are! i was waiting for you, wanted to show you my new and improved skills.”

clarisse let go of him and he couldn’t believe it, the rage in her eyes seemed to dissipate the second you came around. you, the sweetest person he’d met here, were friends with that thing?

that thing was capable of feelings?

his jaw dropped at the sight of clarisse’s hands on your cheeks, listening to you ramble on about who you’d fought and defeated in the woods, the pretty butterfly you’d seen. percy’s eyes were so close to popping out of his skull as clarisse kissed you, deeply. then he wanted to vomit as hands traveled and tongues met.

at dinner that night you sat by luke and chris, happily eating away as your hand rested on a book infront of you. “hey perce! come sit down.” you patted the space next to you as he accepted. “what’re you reading?” percy stared at the cover you’d flipped over to display to him, well he wasn’t expecting that. “where’d you get it from?” you pointed towards your girlfriend proudly, “she said she knew i’d like it, isn’t that sweet?”

percy’s weird version of a smile caused you to frown, “your smile is scaring me.” he immediately dropped it as you laughed, causing him to nudge you. “don’t be rude, i’m just a baby.” percy hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone since his mother. you pinched his cheeks, “naw, yes you are.” he swatted your hands away as you giggled, percy stared at you, studying you.

shining eyes, a beaming smile and an enchanting personality, truly a daughter of aphrodite, yet you dated clarisse. it didn’t make sense in his head, but from what little scenes he’d seen between the two of you, if you were happy than he was too, “what do you see in clarisse? why are you with someone so—” you turned to look his way, percy was worried you’d be offended.

but of course you weren’t, “because i like her percy, and she likes me. she’s absolutely gorgeous, if she wasn’t already a daughter of ares or i didn’t know? for sure aphrodite. and, people are always misunderstood, just because someone seems like a bad person, doesn’t mean they are. when clarisse and i are together, i see the best parts of her, always. i love her regardless, but there’s obviously things that you don’t tell everybody you just meet, or if you aren’t super comfortable with a person then you won’t show all the parts of yourself. i think, when you love someone you accept all parts of them, the good, the bad, the worst. you love someone despite their flaws. clarisse is good to me, and i like her, that’s all that matters. you’ll understand when you find someone yourself perce.”

he sat still, raking over your words in his head, “if one person can feel that way about someone else, they’d explode.” you laughed at his words, he was still young of course, he’d understand soon, you had a feeling. “i’d happily explode because of how much i love her.” you glanced back at her, only she wasn’t there.

“well i don’t want you to explode, i do want to spend my night with you.” clarisse stood behind you with her arms crossed, you could see percy tense up at her presence. with your hand on his, and your eyes reassuring him, he smiled, “i’m happy for you, but if she try’s anything i’m more than happy to beat her ass for you even if i’m broken in half.”

clarisse couldn’t hear his whispers, thank god. your smile was small, placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed percy’s forehead, “my protector, now no one can try anything with me huh? thank you perce, if you need anything here at camp, or if you just want to talk and eat those blue foods of yours—” his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as you recovered from the force.

“thank you.”

“any day perce, any time.”

and percy sat back, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand. a clear thought rung through his head.

opposites attract.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fic #percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson x reader

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CHAMPION TO YOUR HEART

pairing: bf!lando norris x rider!reader

summary: everybody knows about his relationship with a motogp rider, but there's another side that they didn't know about this.

req: Could you do a smau about lando dating a MotoGP world champion? And the media expects him to be bitter because she’s younger than him and a world champion when he hasn’t won a race, but in reality he’s just immensely proud

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[alliswyattonthewesternfront]

there's a part in Dune where it talks about how quickly Paul Atreides learned and how intelligent he was etc, and it goes something like "he simply trusted that he could learn. it was shocking to him how many people believe themselves incapable of learning, or believed learning itself to be difficult" and boy, am i glad i read that as young as i did. it really helped me not become a helpless baby like some people i see posting out here in front of god and everybody

#i wasn't really ever encouraged to lean into being helpless as a kid #but i definitely could have developed some bad traits as an adult #but my boy Frank Herbert had my back by god #dune

[barcaatthemoon]

flirty || alessia russo x reader ||

you flirt a little with alessia, despite the team's teasing.

you walked into the locker room like you did every other day. for the most part, nobody paid much attention to you aside from a wave here or there. you sat down in your cubby, immediately catching the eye of alessia, who was sat directly across from you. she glanced up at you and waved, which you responded to with a wink and wave of your own. like always, alessia looked away from you extremely flustered.

"careful, you flirt any more and they'll think you're me," katie teased as she nudged you. you rolled your eyes. there were tons of people already drawing comparisions to the two of you. katie mccabe was definitely your best friend on the team, but you didn't think the two of you played all that similarly.

you weren't overly aggressive, you were just stubborn. katie was the one with a shoving problem, one that you often had to pull her back from showing. almost everybody on the team liked to tease katie that she was more whipped for you than she was for her own girlfriend. the jokes didn't really bother you, but they definitely would have if you knew how much they messed with alessia.

that was where the true soft spot for you was. katie was bound to get her ass kicked one day, but you were prolonging it. in all honesty, you were pretty sure you'd actually be the one to do it. you didn't look out for katie the way that you tried to for alessia. that was something that kim and jen had quickly shut down anybody messing with the two of you about. both of them could see the care in your eyes every single time that you looked at her.

"that's funny, i don't remember shrinking six inches and losing all my muscle mass," you joked. katie wound up to hit you, only to be interrupted by kim clearing her throat. "morning kim!"

"good morning (y/n), you seem to be in a good mood," kim noted. you nodded as you started changing into your training kit. you turned your back to katie, and incidentally alessia, whose jaw dropped when she saw the new tattoo you'd gotten.

"what the fuck is that?" katie asked as she rushed over to touch your back. you were glad that you had gotten it a little over a week ago whenever you were on injury leave. katie's fingers poked and prodded at the tattoo, as if she couldn't believe that you had done it. "who the hell is that for?"

"katie, shut up, it looks cool," alessia said as she walked over to the two of you. you shot her a grateful look over your shoulder before you pulled your training kit on.

"thanks less, i'm glad someone has good taste around here," you teased. alessia blushed as your attention was focused solely on her for a second. "walk to the gym with me? you're much better company than mccabe."

"hey!" katie exclaimed.

"i'd like that," alessia said. she let you finish getting ready, surprised when you linked arms with her. you walked ahead of leah, beth, katie, and caitlin. you could feel all of their eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them.

…

"what's the deal with you and lessi?" leah asked as the two of you walked through the parking lot together. you quirked an eyebrow at her, unsure of what she meant. as far as you knew, there was nothing going on between you and alessia. if there was, you really wished that someone would have told you sooner. "you're very flirty, someone might get the idea that you like her."

"a little flirting never hurt anybody," you said. truthfully, it was starting to hurt both you and alessia. you wanted her to take the things that you said seriously, but she always seemed to dismiss it as friendly and jovial remarks.

"you like her though, don't you?" leah asked. you glanced down at your feet as you nodded your head. "talk to her then. i'm sure that she likes you too."

"leah, if she doesn't-," you started, only to be cut off by leah's hand covering your mouth.

"don't think like that, okay? i've seen the way she looks at you, and it's sickening. absolutely disgusting, i can't sit there any longer while the two of you dance around whatever this is. don't ask her out for you, do it for your team, who are all sick and tired of your flirting without getting anywhere," leah said. you knew that she was teasing you, but that she also believed alessia wouldn't reject you.

alessia and leah had a tendency to talk to each other, most likely more about these sorts of things than you did. leah knew why you were so closed off, having remembered your first big heart break. if she was pushing you towards alessia, then it absolutely had to mean something. that was what you told yourself when you made your way towards her apartment after practice was through.

"(y/n)!" ella shouted excitedly, ruining your surprise. alessia quickly turned to face you, a small smile appearing on her face. she seemed somewhat frazzled, most likely by what you assumed was ella's surprise visit. "just the woman we were talking about. come on over, give me a big one, it's been a while."

"you're ridiculous," you laughed. still, you walked over and engulfed ella in the biggest hug you could muster. behind her, you noticed a somewhat sad look on alessia's face. "don't worry, you can have a hug too."

"it's not-," alessia tried to protest, but it was no use. you stood in front of her with your arms open, and alessia walked right into them. she was a bit taller than you, just barely noticeable, but you took full advantage of it. your hug with her lasted longer than yours with ella's, the two of you not wanting to separate. "what are you doing here?"

"i wanted to see you, that's all," you told her. it was sort of a lie, but also so unbelievably true. alessia blushed as she tried to duck away from you. "if you're busy though, i can go back home."

"no, i want you to stay for a while. maybe you could help me with dinner and stay for a movie?" alessia suggested. you nodded, following her inside. ella ended up only staying for a late lunch, leaving you and alessia alone for the majority of the night together. alessia ordered in your favorite while you put on a movie you knew she'd love. "this is nice."

"yeah it is," you agreed. you were cuddled up beneath her arm, feeling warm and safe. you glanced up at her at the same time that she looked down, both of you pausing to look at each other's lips. "careful, if you look at me like that again, i might just have to kiss you."

"i want you to. god, i want it so bad," alessia confessed. you were immediately put into a state of shock as you stared up at alessia. she looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole, and as she started to move away, you sprung into action.

"i want to kiss you too. i've wanted to since the euros," you told her. alessia looked surprised. the euros was really the first camp where the two of you had played together. before then, you'd only been competitors, which hadn't left much room for making friends.

"will you kiss me?" alessia asked nervously. you nodded, moving up to press a feather-light kiss to her lips. it was supposed to be a peck on the lips, but alessia grabbed onto your face to deepen it. she pulled you further onto her lap, holding you against her with no intention of letting you go. "stay the night."

"that's moving a bit fast less. i'll finish the movie, but i really do have to go after that," you told her. alessia looked a bit upset by the rejection, but she understood nonetheless. and so, she kept you close to her until the movie was over and you got up to leave.

"can i have a goodbye kiss?" alessia asked you. you leaned down and pressed your lips to hers for a quick kiss. "oh, and a goodnight one? oh, and an advance on my good morning one since you aren't staying over?"

"you can't trick me into staying by making me kiss you," you told her. alessia pouted up at you until you gave in to her demands of more kisses. she may not have convinced you to stay, but she had gotten a good ten minutes of kisses before you actually left her for the night.

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[steddiealltheway]

Steve lays in his bed with thoughts of Eddie in the boathouse. For some reason, he wants to go to him. Hell, he knows he probably can't sleep, and they need him as well rested as they can so he can stay on alert through this whole hunt the freak thing.

Plus, a small part of him knows what it's like to be stuck with your thoughts late at night after dealing with the Upside Down shit. And it's not pleasant. Especially alone.

Another part of him knows that Dustin would never be okay if something happened to Eddie after they told him things would be fine.

But things will be fine. Especially if Steve goes to the boathouse and keeps watch for part of the night.

He throws on some more layers and grabs a protein bar for Eddie before driving that way, trying not to get too weirded out by the concept of him hanging out with Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

Hopefully this time he won't be threatened with that damn broken bottle.

He pulls up a little ways away from Reefer Rick's place and parks before grabbing his nail bat and creeping his way to the shed. He rounds the side toward the door and knocks lightly, whisper yelling, "Eddie! It's Steve! Open up!"

He waits a few moments before sighing and raising his voice. "I'm opening the door. Just don't kill me."

He slowly opens the door, glancing around the boathouse and finding it empty. He glances at the tarp over the boat and sighs, "Eddie, I know you're under there. It's just me."

The tarp shifts slightly, and Steve stares up at the ceiling in annoyance. "Okay, I get it. You don't trust me, and you have no reason to really. But we both know Dustin would kill me if I ever attempted to hurt you or turn you in. Plus, I know you're innocent, so I'm just going to stay here until you come out." He pauses before adding on, "I'll even hum so you know where I am."

He starts humming the first song that comes to mind which ends up being "Everybody Wants to Rule the World."

The tarp shifts and Steve watches as Eddie slowly reveals himself, bottle in hand, pointed at Steve. His eyes flicker to the bat in Steve's hand.

Steve stops humming. "It's for your safety," he says, lifting it up a little.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, and Steve gets the message before he drops the bat and raises his hands in surrender.

Eddie nods at him. "What's in your hand?"

Steve glances up and tosses the protein bar at Eddie. "Food," he says as Eddie curses, failing to catch the bar.

Steve takes a step closer but Eddie holds out the bottle to him and stands up. "Why are you here?"

"To make sure you're safe."

He looks unconvinced.

Steve shrugs and crosses his arms. "Okay, I know what it's like trying to process all this shit on your own, and it sucks, man. I didn't have anyone with me the first night after everything went down, and I didn't think I would make it through the night without that thing coming back."

"So what? You're here to help the freak with no ulterior motive, and I'm supposed to believe that?"

"You can tell me to leave, but I don't really want to spend the night alone either," Steve confesses, hoping that it will help Eddie trust him a bit.

Eddie only stares at him for a few moments before leaning out of the boat to pick up the bat before sitting down and picking up the protein bar. He unwraps it and bites off half of it before asking, "Tears for Fears, really?"

It takes a second for Steve to really understand what Eddie's asking before he smiles slightly. "That's what you're worried about?"

Eddie shrugs, taking around his mouthful, "I was just wondering if you really thought that's the type of music I'm into."

"It's the first song that came to mind. But no. I know you're into that metal stuff that Mike's been going on about." Steve takes a tentative step forward, watching the way Eddie's eyes follow the step.

He raises his eyebrows when Eddie glances up at him and shifts a bit before gesturing to the spot in front of him. Steve takes the invitation and sits in front of him, shifting a bit around the boat before grimacing.

"I bet you're missing your bed," Eddie comments as he finishes off the bar, dropping the wrapper in the boat before grabbing his broken bottle again. Luckily this time, he doesn't point it in Steve's direction.

"A bit," Steve confesses as he fails to get comfortable. He wishes he could take Eddie back to his home and maybe even give him the guest bedroom so he doesn't have to stay here.

Wait.

Steve glances up to where Eddie is tightly gripping the handle of his bat and the neck of the broken bottle and slowly reaches out his hand, asking for the bat. As Eddie hands it over reluctantly, Steve says, "Why don't you stay at my house for now? No one would guess you would be there."

Eddie snorts and shakes his head. "I'm not risking you getting caught with me."

"Well, it's too late for that." Steve says before circling back a bit to ask, "Why?"

Eddie shrugs and glances down at the bottle. "Because Dustin would kill me."

Steve sighs and lays the bat on the side of the boat. "You can hide in the back of my car on the drive there. It'll be easy to sneak you in."

"And your parents?"

"Gone for the foreseeable future. And even if they do come back, I can hide you in my closet or something."

Eddie shoots him a look. "Comfortable."

"Do you have a better idea?"

Eddie glances around the boathouse. "I don't mind staying here at the moment."

Steve's not sure why he wants to fight him on it so bad, but he gives in and says, "Just consider it after we've killed Vecna and we're going through the whole clearing your name process, okay?"

"Why?"

The question takes Steve off guard, but he easily deflects saying, "Because Dustin would kill me."

Eddie nods and looks off, getting that same far-off haunted look on his face. Before Steve can attempt to distract him Eddie snaps out of it asking, "And if someone comes here now, how will you explain why you're here?"

Steve glances around and looks at the windows and door. "Okay, maybe we should get under the tarp before that happens."

Eddie stares at him. "You want to get cozy with me in this boat?"

"I want to save both of our asses for now. If we hear something, we stay hidden, and if they come inside, we grab the bat and bottle and we attack." Get cozy with him?

Eddie sighs, "Can't wait," before shifting to sit next to Steve, placing his bottle carefully down toward the end of the boat before grabbing the tarp.

Steve shifts the bat, nails side at the end of the boat and shifts to lay back.

Eddie glances down at him and asks, "Ready?"

Steve nods as Eddie pulls the tarp over them and lays back. In the process, he ends up jostling Steve and shifting him to the side, almost getting his leg stabbed by the bat as Eddie curses about the bottle. They both shift to face each other, quickly noticing that they're around the same height with the way their feet are knocking into each other their breath is mingling together.

It is very weirdly intimate.

"Steve?" Eddie asks.

Steve hums in response.

"Maybe we should pull the tarp back until we hear something."

"Great plan," Steve says quickly, reaching up to pull the tarp back a bit.

There's a bit of moonlight shining through the windows which illuminates Eddie's face enough for Steve to be able to admire him. Steve blames the intimate position for his thoughts about how Eddie "The Freak" Munson is kind of beautiful.

Eddie's eyebrows furrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Steve quickly looks away and lies, "Just thinking."

"About?"

Steve takes a moment and readjusts a bit. "Just never thought I would be hanging out with you."

Eddie shifts as well, accidentally brushing his hand against where Steve's own hand lies between them. Eddie's hand shoots back to his chest. "if it makes you feel better, I wouldn't call this hanging out. We're just two people who are linked through some supernatural shit with parallel worlds and are trying to keep each other alive so Dustin doesn't kill us." He lets out a slow deep breath through his nose and glances away. "It doesn't have to mean anything. Trust me, I know you wouldn't be here unless you had to be."

Steve lets the feeling of regret run through him. "That's not what I meant."

"No?" Eddie challenges him.

"No," Steve confesses. "Dustin didn't ask me to come here, you know."

"So, you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart?" Eddie asks, tone dripping with disbelief.

"I didn't want you to be alone."

"Yeah, you said that before."

Steve's eyebrows furrow. "And?"

"And I'm sorry if I have trouble believing it."

Steve just blinks at him, unsure what to say other than his usual apology for being an asshole in high school.

Eddie beats him to it and sighs, "You're just... Steve Harrington. And I'm 'The Freak.'"

Steve can't help but snarkily reply, "I didn't realize that was your legal name."

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. "You know what I mean."

As much as he hates it, Steve does understand what he means. He looks him in the eye and says, "You know if I could go back and change how I was in high school, I would. Because, trust me, being 'King Steve' was not all that it was chalked up to be. And everyone I love still sees me that way. It's like they're waiting for that guy to come back or something because they're always in disbelief that I've changed or whatever. It's all just... bullshit." He sighs out the word, trying not to think too hard about understanding what Nancy meant when she called him it.

Eddie continues to stare at him, eyes wandering over his face as if he's trying to make his own assessment of him. Or as if he's waiting for the real Steve to pop out, the inevitable asshole. Instead, he just says, "You're different than I imagined."

"Is that a good thing?" Steve can't help but ask.

"Give me a business day or two, and I'll get back to you about it," Eddie says with a smile.

The response startles a laugh out of Steve which he quickly covers with his hand before he rests it in the space between them. "Maybe you're different, too."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks.

"I thought you'd be way less willing to accept my presence here."

Eddie shrugs the shoulder he isn't laying on. "Well, being alone seemed to be slightly more appalling than spending time with you." He smiles and nudges him with his foot. "I'm joking. At least, now I'm joking."

Steve rolls his eyes and nudges Eddie with a little too much force, sending them both off balance and causing Steve to end up a bit sprawled out on top of Eddie who stares up at him with wide eyes.

For some reason, the new angle really does something for Steve who can only think of kissing Eddie. He leans back and takes a deep breath before an idea strikes him. He blames his tired, anxiety-ridden mind on the reason for voicing his thought, "You know, I can think of a better way to explain why I'm here if someone comes in."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, face carefully blank but a heavy swallow gives him away.

Steve shrugs. "Who is to question King Steve hooking up with some random girl in Reefer Rick's empty boathouse?"

"Christ," Eddie mumbles out, eyes flicking down to Steve's lips. "Are you suggesting we...?"

Steve looks down at him innocently. "I mean, if it comes down to it, I would be down to kiss you. Your hair is long enough to hide your face," he turns to the door and windows, "And from this angle, they would barely catch a glimpse of you."

Eddie swallows again and breathes out, "You're definitely not what I thought you'd be like."

"And is that-"

"A good thing?" Eddie finishes for him. "Yeah, I would say it is definitely a good thing."

Steve smiles down at him and is about to shift off of him when there's a sudden noise outside of the boathouse. He feels Eddie freeze beneath him.

"Steve... I know it was probably a joke, but either cover us with the tarp or kiss me," Eddie whispers quickly.

Steve reaches out for the tarp and pulls it over their heads, noticing the slight look of disappointment on Eddie's face before the tarp blocks out the light. His hands reach out, landing on Eddie's chest before trailing up to cup his jaw.

"What are you doing?" Eddie whispers. Steve can feel his heart thudding in his chest impossibly faster at the sensation.

"Why not do both?" Steve whispers into the air between them.

He waits as Eddie's own hands come up to his shoulders, tracing their way into Steve's hair. "Both. Yeah. Both are good."

Steve's not sure who moves first, but their kiss is frenzied, filled with the anxiety of Hawkins crumbling around them along with the possibility of Eddie being caught, mixed with the fact that they're "The Hair" and "The Freak." And this is not supposed to be happening.

But Steve doesn't care. He deepens the kiss, groaning when Eddie tugs at his hair and pulls him closer. God, Steve can practically feel the kiss go through his full body, and he can't remember the last time a kiss made him feel like this.

The air around them under the tarp gets warmer as the kiss goes on, and Steve finds himself breaking away for air only to chase Eddie's lips again. It's all intoxicating. And the warm air makes it feel like he isn't getting enough air as Eddie practically sucks it out of him.

He breaks away and gasps, "God, I want to lift the tarp, but I can't risk anyone seeing you."

Eddie doesn't answer, he just pulls the tarp slightly off them before pulling Steve into another kiss. Steve can barely register the relief of the cool air hitting the back of his damp neck as he gets lost in Eddie.

"Can't see me remember?" Eddie says against Steve's lips.

"They can- mmm. See the rings," Steve manages to get out.

Eddie's hands slowly drift down Steve's back, resting on the dip of his spine that's still under the tarp. "Better?"

Steve pulls back and looks down at Eddie, his mouth pink and damp, cheeks flushed red, pupils blown wide. "God, you're beautiful," Steve says without thinking.

Eddie stares at him for a moment, face carefully blank before he glances at the window. "Do you think they're still here?"

Steve glances out the window and debates what to say next. He settles with the truth. "I'm pretty sure it was just a branch that hit the window."

Eddie nods and worries his bottom lip, not looking at Steve. He's still struggling to catch his breath, but Steve can't say much when he is equally as winded.

Steve pauses and says, "But maybe someone's out there. Or..." He shakes his head, trying not to finish the thought out loud.

"Or what?" Eddie asks.

"Or maybe I just want to kiss you again," Steve confesses.

Eddie looks up at him and pauses, eyes searching Steve's face for something. He glances toward the window and says, "I can't exactly be on high alert if you kiss me again, but..." he glances at Steve and finishes his thought, "I think it's worth the risk."

"If you really think about it, it's more risky if I stop kissing you."

Eddie tilts his head in confusion. "And why's that?"

"Because I'll only be able to think about kissing you again and won't be on high alert," Steve flirts easily. "And really, it's a great cover."

Eddie smiles and even momentarily laughs. "You're so full of shit," he says, but pulls Steve down to him, kissing him again with the same frenzied energy.

Only, Steve pulls away and winks at him. "We've got all night. We can take it slow."

"I think you're going to kill me."

Steve brushes a strand of hair out of his face. "And is that-"

"A good thing?" Eddie finishes for him again. "Yes," he answers, kissing Steve again but slowly, taking his time with him.

It's fair to say that Steve's original plan of keeping watch and letting Eddie sleep goes out the window, but he's pretty sure it's worth it.

It's definitely worth it.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #all of this to explain steve's little finger waggle wave at Eddie the next morning