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PCPWeek Day 4 - Royalty
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⚠️ Warnings: incest, weird negotiations (?), mild sexual content
Ever since the future Consort arrived, his Prince wasn't the same. It was as if his Prince, his future King, his half-brother lost something precious. The warm light had left his sea-green eyes, and the smiles he offered freely before were washed away by somberness and sadness.
Percy didn't know how to help him.
"How are you, Tri?" Percy asked. He shouldn't be so informal with his Prince, but ever since he was brought into the palace when the late King found out about him, he was at Triton's side every day and every hour as his personal servant. They grew closer naturally. Not like brothers - it still blew Percy's mind that basically, he had royal blood in his veins -, since he wasn't raised as a prince, not to mention as a possible successor, but as friends.
Sometimes bordering on more.
"I just…" Triton said, trailing off. He was standing in front of the window, eyes following the dark form of his future Consort.
"Tri, your mother was asking me to tell you to seek out your betrothed. She wishes you to get into the marriage as friends," Percy said. When Queen Amphitrite is not able to reach his son, redundantly, but always relied on Percy. She could never get used to seeing him, the proof of her husband's indiscretion being around her, but she couldn't deny the bond between her son and the bastard son of her husband. Percy was glad for it. She could have made his life a living hell.
As Triton turned around, there were storms in his sea-green eyes, and Percy could have swooned. He always adored the intensity of his Prince. "You ask me to do that? You ?"
Percy sucked his breath in, biting into his lips, trying to not show his hurt. As Triton's eyes softened, he assumed he wasn't so successful at that.
"Yes, Tri, I ask you. You should spend time with your intended. Maybe you'll like him," he whispered. Triton stepped closer, and closer. Percy was stumbling back, until his lord caged him against the stone wall, one hand next to his head, the other caressing his blushing cheeks.
"Why do you want me to play pretend? Why are you so content with this situation?" Triton asked softly, but his voice was hard and cold as the stone behind Percy's back.
"I'm not content!" Percy snapped, then turned his head away from Triton's intense gaze. "I'm not… but I always knew there could be nothing between us. That you will always be with somebody else. And I want you to be happy…"
"Oh, my sweet, sweet Percy," Triton sighed, half lovingly, half mockingly, tilting his chin up with a finger. Percy felt dizzy at his closeness and involuntarily closed his eyes, offering his lips to his lord, for the long-awaited kiss.
But it never came. Instead, Triton moved away from him. He opened his eyes, awkward, and self-conscious, just to see his Prince staring at him with unreadable eyes, armed crossed in front of his chest.
"Sweet Percy…" the future King whispered, almost tasting the words. "If you think I could be friends with my betrothed, then go. Go, and befriend him." Orders never really came from Triton, so when they did, there was nothing Percy could do to make him change his mind. Yet, Percy had to try.
"But…"
"Go!" Triton said, and the door opened in front of Percy.
Go he did.
-*-*-*-
Percy wasn't lying when he told Triton he was sure the price and his future husband could be good friends. He already met with the other prince before, and Thanatos was very impressive. Handsome and charming, kind and proper. Somebody who could be a proper King Consort.
"Lord Thanatos," he bowed.
"Rise, Percy, you know you don't have to bow in front of me," the prince said, smiling softly at him, making him strangely flustered.
"I am sorry, Lord Triton is still not well, he is unable to accept visitors," he lied, as he did every day for almost a fortnight.
"It's alright, sweetness, I expected it by now," Thanatos murmured, and Percy felt his face color yet again. These princes…
"I am really sorry. But he wishes to befriend you through me. I will be glad to be a messenger between the two of you," he leaned forward to bow again, but gentle touch on his shoulder stopped him.
"Don't bow," Thanatos reminded him, and regarded him with a contemplative stare. "He wants this, doesn't he?"
Percy was mostly sure the prince was talking to himself, but he nodded.
"Good. I am happy to be your - and his - friend ," he said, putting an emphasis on the 'friend' part.
"My Lord," Percy said-questioned, but didn't receive an answer, just an enigmatic smile.
"Now come, my friend, I wish to see the garden." Before Percy could protest, the prince was already leading him, one warm hand firmly on Percy's shoulder.
-*-*-*-
It took longer than he expected, the sun was already gone behind the mountains before Percy found himself in the palace, twirling a little pink rose in his hand. He wished to just disappear into his room to slow down his fluttering thoughts and heartbeats, but before he could reach the corridor that lead to his quarters, he stumbled into the waiting arms of his Prince.
"I see you are already being very friendly with the prince… I tried to find you, but you disappeared for a day," Triton chided him. Or, he didn't, he said it normally, but to Percy, it felt like he was being reprimanded.
"I'm…"
"It's okay, I ordered you to do it," he said, brushing a finger along a petal of the blooming flower, standing inappropriately close to Percy.
"It's yours!" He rushed to say. "Lord Thanatos sent it to you, with his wishes to get well." He offered the rose, timidly holding it in front of himself.
Triton took it, holding it in front of his nose to smell the intoxicating scent of the flower, just to gently slide it between Percy's ear and head.
"No, I think you should keep it. It suits better on you."
"My Prince," Percy whispered, mouth slightly open, flushed bright red. Triton touched him one last time, boldly running his fingers through Percy's hair, and the servant felt weak in his knees. Every time Triton did something like this, Percy felt like falling into an ever deeper pit, from where he could never get out.
He felt lightheaded as he moved away from his Prince.
"Percy," Triton called before he could get farther away. Turning back, he found the prince closer than he expected. "I want you to give a message to Thanatos."
Percy felt something in his chest aching at the request, at Triton's uncharacteristically nervous and hesitant voice.
"Of course, anything you need." Triton's eyes softened and stepped even closer. Before Percy could do anything about it, the prince cupped his face into his big, strong, warm hands, and-
Percy was frozen in one spot.
He waited for this for so long, yet it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly, he wasn't sure how to respond. When he continued to just stand there, frozen, Triton pressed into the kiss almost desperately. Percy gasped, opening his mouth to accept the frantic kiss, bringing his hands up to bury his fingers into Triton's hair.
The prince pressed him to the wall, never once breaking the kiss, not stopping nor slowing, snaking his hands around Percy's waist, to pull him as close as he could. Percy moaned at the feelings, but at the same time, he felt like a bucket of water was thrown at him, bringing him back to reality.
"Wait," he hissed, remembering who he was, what he was doing with whom, and especially where. Thankfully, Triton pulled back, giving him space to catch his breath, but his intense, burning stare never left Percy's shivering form.
"You can give the message to Thanatos, right?" The prince asked, smirking, stepping back, lips so red, so puffed up, Percy could barely tear his eyes off them.
"Yes," he said, breathless. "Sure. Anything," he breathed, not even knowing what he was talking about. He just knew he had to get away. "Bye!"
He barely made it back to his chambers without being seen, without turning around and throwing himself into Triton's arms, but somehow he managed to do it.
Throwing himself on his bed, he touched his lips, pressing his fingers against the tingling shadow of the kiss. Heart beating fast, blood pumping furiously, he pressed his palm against his lap and moaned.
He could hardly undress himself fast enough.
-*-*-*-
"I have a message for you, my Lord," Percy said bravely, swallowing harshly.
"What did you bring for me, my sweet?" The prince asked, drawing Percy close, making him sit beside him, and Percy couldn't stop the blush to spread over his whole face. "What a pretty sight, this must be an interesting message, for sure," Thanatos said, fascinated by the red-faced servant.
Percy swallowed again, breathing in and out to gather his bravery, then he did it- he kissed the prince.
It was just a small kiss, only a peck, finished quicker than a heartbeat, but it sent tingling all over his body.
Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into Thanatos' darkened eyes. They were not furious. No. They were full with want.
"I see," he noted. "Then I have a message for him too," he declared, pulling Percy into a longer, softer kiss. His hands were gentle, more gentle than Triton's, but when they pulled away, the look in his eyes was similar.
"I…" Percy croaked.
"Will you give the message to him?" Thanatos asked, and Percy nodded, dazed. "Right. Now that we are over this, what do you say about riding out? I heard the surrounding area is worth visiting and I want to explore my new home."
-*-*-*-
Getting closer to Triton's bed-chamber filled Percy with a mixture of intense feelings. His steps were unsteady, but the knock on the prince's door was anything but.
"Come in," Triton said, dressed in his nightclothes, looking soft and inviting, too good for Percy's weak heart.
"My Lord," he whispered. The look in Triton's eyes sharpened, and the soft smile turned into a satisfied smirk.
"I said, come in."
When Percy was inside, and the door safely closed behind him, Triton touched his face gently, lovingly, and as Percy's eyes fluttered closed, he kissed him.
"That's not fair," Percy whispered. "I had to give you a kiss as a message from your betrothed."
"Mmm," Triton murmured. "Then please, give me the message," he teased.
Percy blushed but didn't back off. He stood on his tiptoes, and forward he did.
"What an exciting news. You were right, maybe I will like him by the time we get married," the prince said pensively. A wicked look moved into his eyes.
"But I think we'll need to agree on one last thing." Percy felt them moving, but it was a surprise when he fell on Triton's bed, the prince crawling on top of him, with hunger clear on his face, his cock pressed against his own.
Percy couldn't speak, couldn't think. He just let the feelings wash over him.
-*-*-*-
"What do you bring, little messenger dove?" Welcomed Thanatos Percy in the morning, after a throughout bath that washed away the night's secrets.
As it was common in these days, Percy felt color rush to his face, thinking about what happened the night before, and what would happen in the near future.
"Are we going to be disturbed for something?" Percy asked, making sure they had time uninterrupted.
"No. Unless there is something unexpected, I'm not waiting for anybody," Thanatos replied, raising an eyebrow in interest.
"Good. Okay. Good." Percy inhaled and exhaled. Thanatos' gaze ranked over the figure in front of him, resting his eyes on Percy's neck, where skin meets the soft material of his shirt.
And the place that was Triton's favorite spot to claim. Oh.
Percy's hand immediately shot to his neck, as if he wanted to hide the redness, but there was no hiding from Thanatos' eyes.
"I'm expecting a quite interesting message," he commented in a mild tone, slowly approaching the boy rooted in one place.
"My Lord," he tried to bow his head, but a finger stopped him from doing it.
"I told you before," Thanatos whispered, before he claimed Percy's mouth as his. "Where's my message, sweetness? I want it," he growled, and Percy yielded.
Even if the two princes would be the death of him…
He wanted them both.
"I can give it to you on your bed," he confessed, before kissing the lord, nothing like he had done before. Not as a message, not during their little visitation outside of the palace's confines. It was hard and full of desire like the one Triton gave him the night before.
After all, he was just the carrier of the message. He had to make sure it was throughoutly given, exactly as it was in the original.
-*-*-*-
With the last message given and received, Triton was ready to meet with his betrothed, just the two of them eating a nice dinner - and Percy as their chaperone, to his utter embarrassment. After doing indecent things with both parties, being an impartial chaperone felt like a joke, a mockery.
He was standing near as they feasted, watching them trying to find a common ground. It was tense-
Until the "messages" were mentioned.
"I believe we have something in common," Thanatos mentioned, swallowing the red wine, gaze finding Percy's.
"Mm, yes," Triton followed his eyes. Percy was burning from inside at the crossfire of those looks. "I feel like we are on the same page with the marriage, after all."
"I quite agree. I already feel like I know so much about you, and how our life in the future will be," Thanatos nodded.
Standing there, between them, was getting too much to handle. Hearing them talk about- what? Was it about him? Percy was mostly sure it was about him, but how could that be? There could only be two people in a marriage, right?
"Mm… When you wed to me," Triton started, "this common ground is going to be the part of our marriage. You understand me, don't you?"
"Absolutely," Thanatos nodded seriously. "I wouldn't wish it otherwise."
"Good." Triton stood, the screech of the chair as it was pushed back was loud in the quiet room. With careful steps, he walked towards Percy, and pulling the servant with himself, they got near to the still sitting prince.
"He is ours," Triton declared, and Thanatos nodded.
"He is."
Percy could do nothing about it. But it wasn't like he wanted to. He was more than fine with it.
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cygnustheillithid · 1 year
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Would u care for a Headless Incubus in these trying times ? ~
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vita-divata · 1 month
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Getting ready for bed~
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mothtowers · 2 months
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true love
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yanderemommabean · 2 months
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Down Bad Alpha Best friend
tw-blood mention, general disgusting creepy actions, be warned
Something something Yandere Alpha best friend being just a general creep, stealing your used and dirty underwear to jerk off into and spill their load into, slipping you muscle relaxers so they can just slide between your legs and sniff your underwear as they jerk off by humping the bed/couch, getting off when they see a bit of blood on you and wanting to lick any small wound you have, getting rock solid when they feed you by hand and wanting to see if they can force feed you more-
Just a very creepy and perverted down bad BFF in the Omegaverse
-Mommabean
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winchester-reload · 10 months
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The saga of Cas trying to do basic chores with a human backpack continues.
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plistommy · 9 months
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Steve: House is empty. Wanna come over and smoke? And maybe you could even like… fuck me—
Billy already walking on Steve’s front yard like:
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scourge-sympathiser · 3 months
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SCOURGE SUNDAY 015/???
a mask of my own face. id wear tht
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rogerrrroger · 3 months
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Has this been done before
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cockasinthebird · 3 months
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He's… hard. He shouldn't be- he really shouldn't be, because he's standing in the men's changing room at the pool, in the middle of his shift. Hard.
Steve had shown up, as if his own pool isn't empty at home right now, and he wore a white tee and his swimming trunks, which is fine, it's okay for the rich fuck to be out here, completely fine. Billy might be the king, but he doesn't own this place even if he acts like it all the time.
Couldn't that gorgeous brunette have chosen a different day? Surely he doesn't know Billy's work schedule, but really, why even come here when he has that fucking pool at his fucking mansion.
Everything was fine at first, Steve chatted with some pretty girls and Billy wasn't jealous. Steve was nice and dry and clothed and not paying Billy any mind, and Billy was not jealous.
Then Steve reminded Billy of high school, of the locker rooms, of the boys showers, when he took off his shirt and reminded Billy of how his moles are everywhere, like a constellation across pale skin.
And it only got worse once Steve got into the pool and his hair got wet, clinging to his pretty boy face. Billy didn't last long upon his throne before very calmly walking to the men's locker room and stepping into one of the showers.
Did he get even prettier, somehow? He's gained some weight, gotten harrier, but Billy didn't really think he was into all that, but with Steve? It felt… unavoidable. Inevitable.
He turns on the cold water and gasps loudly as it clashes with his warm, sun kissed skin. What the fuck is he going to do?
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bleedingoptimism · 11 months
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You Are Mine part 4 (NSFW)
There’s a weird energy on set the last day of shooting. Excitement for reaching the end for sure but also a kind of melancholy that soon it’s all going to be over. 
Eddie himself is so on edge he feels like he’s going to start levitating any minute now.
The first thing they shoot is a close-up of the Corrored boys plus Robin looking surprised as they pull a curtain on the bus tour that’s supposed to be revealing Eddie and Steve making out.
They will shoot the scene again actually featuring them there, later. But Argyle wanted to do a couple of different takes on it. And they do lots of them since they can’t stop laughing and putting on ridiculous overemphatic expressions.
And then, finally, it’s time to get the money shot. Argyle asks that only essentials stay on set to give Steve and Eddie some sense of privacy. And the boys leave grumping loudly all the way out of the set while Robin is dragged away by Jeff, walking backward and doing kissy faces at both of them.
Laughing Eddie turns to look at Steve, and he had been so excited with the thought of touching him, of feeling him close, that he hadn’t noticed until now, Steve looks really nervous.
Argyle is explaining to him how the scene goes, a comforting hand on his shoulder as he points at the set,
“You don’t have to lie down on the bunkbed, just stand near the wall. We can do you against it or Eddie, he’s comfortable with both so you can choose whichever floats your boat,” Argyle guides him, not noticing Steve getting progressively redder by the second,
“You just have to kiss him like your life depends on it, ok?” To his credit, Steve is nodding along to Argyle’s words and he has the smallest frown like he’s concentrating on the instructions, “Like you can��t get your hands off each other, you know.”
Once they are in place, with Eddie against the wall and Steve crowding him, he puts one hand on the wall next to Eddie’s head and the other on his shoulder. Eddie places his hands on Steve’s waist making him jump a little when his fingers dip under Steve’s shirt.
And Eddie can’t help but chuckle at the awkwardness of it all, this is not what he was imagining at all.
And he laughs when he’s nervous, sue him.
Still, he smiles at Steve reassuringly, trying to make him relax, “Nervous?”
Steve visibly swallows and shakes his head, “I’m fine,” he says, totally not fine.
He’s making Eddie nervous now. He feels he misinterpreted everything that happened the last few days with how reluctant Steve seems at the thought of kissing him, and he wants to ask for a time out and talk to him about it, but before he can, Argyle calls for action and next thing he knows is Steve is kissing him.
And it’s a good kiss, don’t get him wrong, Steve’s lips are just as soft and wonderful as they look and he’s an excellent kisser, but it’s soft and hesitant and not at all what they were supposed to be doing. Steve is actually leaning in to kiss him, their lips being the only point of contact like this is a middle school dance and they need to leave room for Jesus.
Argyle lets it go on for a while before saying ‘cut’, no need for yelling in such a tight set.
Steve immediately steps always from Eddie, “Sorry” he says.
“Stevie, mind putting a little more oomph into that?” Argyle asks him softly like he’s trying not to spook him.
“Yeah, I know, sorry,” he says again, nodding and looking at the floor.
And Eddie is so fucking confused right now, is he into him or not? Maybe he’s nervous because he doesn't like an audience. He really thought they had something going on, what happened?
Argyle calls for action again and this time Eddie is the one who initiates the kiss. He goes all in on it, coaxing Steve to part his lips with his tongue and then Steve complies and then, oh then it’s a real kiss. 
Steve finally gets into it and if he thought Steve was a good kisser before he was a fool, a clown, a jester because he had no idea what was in line for him.
It’s fucking hot and passionate and everything he had imagined and he’s so into it he can’t help the sound that comes out of his mouth, and suddenly he’s standing alone, mouthing at nothing, the cold air of the set hitting him hard where he was just so warm against Steve. He opens his eyes confused and Steve is against the other wall, as far away as he can manage in the small space.
“Cut!, Steve?” Argyle asks him worried.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry, sorry” Steve blabbers scrubbing a hand through his hair.
“Shit, should I have asked for an intimacy coordinator? Am I gonna get sued?” Argyle thinks out loud and Steve’s eyes open widely,
“What? Argy, of course not, I’m sorry! I-” but he doesn’t say anything else and just hugs himself and shrugs.
“Hey, Argyle give us a minute?” Eddie asks looking at Steve. He needs to know what’s going on inside that pretty head of his.
Argyle sighs but smiles reassuringly at Steve, he’s seriously done a fantastic job so far, and Argyle probably doesn't want him to feel bad for one little hiccup.
“Sure dude, let’s take an early lunch break, yeah?” he says to the few people left in the studio, “Be back in an hour”
Once everyone is gone Eddie turns back to Steve, ducking his head to catch Steve’s eye.
“What’s wrong?” he inquires shily, debating whether or not he should bring up how confused he feels.
Steve blushes and mumbles, “I’m sorry,”
“You keep saying that but I don't know what you are sorry for” He answers with a kind smile even as cold runs through his spine at the thought that Steve might be apologizing for leading him on.
“I'm not a professional!” Steve states suddenly looking around the studio, “I don’t know how- how am I supposed to not get worked up while making out with the loveliest, hottest guy I’ve ever met-”
‘Oh’
The blushing, the stiffness, the distance, they all take a new meaning with that. And Eddie, in a  completely obvious way looks at Steve, his eye landing on his crotch, where his wardrobe is doing a very poor job at hiding just exactly how worked up he is.
Eddie is delighted by this, so much so that he laughs and Steve frowns at him, and slaps his arm, “Don't laugh at me! Asshole” he whines, which makes Eddie laugh even harder.
And he grabs Steve by the waist and pulls him closer to him, purposely making their crotches touch, letting him feel how into him Eddie is too.
Steve’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he bites his lip at the contact, 
“Oh,” Steve articulates eloquently.
“Yes, oh,”
And then Eddie kisses him again, kisses him like he wanted to from the moment he first saw him. Like he wants to eat him.
And Steve ups his game even more, positively driving him insane.
“Changing room?” Eddie offers dropping kisses from his lips to his jaw and neck.
“Uh?” Steve says and groans loudly when Eddie bites him.
“Little more private” Eddie chuckles licking Steve’s pulse point.
“Yes, fu- fuck yes,” Steve says and grabs Eddie’s wrist, dragging him with him as he practically runs there.
As soon as they are inside the changing room, Steve pushes Eddie against the door and kisses him so hard he bumps the back of his head against it, and he bolts the door shut behind him.
Steve chuckles and cradles the back of his head, “Sorry” he murmurs against his lips, Eddie bites his bottom lip and tells him to stop apologizing.
They make out fervently, can’t seems to get their hands off each other, not even to move farther into the room, and when Eddie pushes his hips into Steve’s looking for some friction Steve growls and picks Eddie up by the back of his legs, using the door as support. Eddie immediately hooks both his legs around Steve’s waist and fuck yeah that hits the spot.
Frank was right, Steve can pick him up with no effort, and it's really fucking hot.
The angle and the closeness are phenomenal, Steve is essentially humping him and it feels so fucking good. But it would feel a heck of a lot better if he could make Steve take his shirt off.
He lifts it up over his torso mapping the exposed skin but reaches a dead end when he hits Steve’s armpits. He’s going to have to drop Eddie to lift his arms and Eddie is conflicted between a shirtless Steve and being devoured against a door. Decisions, decisions…
In the end, he chooses nudity.
He unhooks his legs from Steve and stands, pushing the shirt up. Steve gets the message and lifts his arms letting Eddie take it off.
He shakes his hair out of his eyes and they stare at each other for a bit, trying to catch their breaths. And Eddie looks at him, and Jesus was the payoff worth it, Steve is fucking beautiful, with toned hard muscles and chest hair and moles, so many, many moles. He dives into Steve's neck and touches his chest, pushing his hand through the hair on his pecs, it’s absolutely lovely. 
Steve starts slowly unbuttoning Eddie's belt and jeans, “Eddie I want-” he starts but Eddie interrupts him,
“Yes, yes to whatever you want”
Steve chuckles and drops to his knees in front of him and Eddie's knees threaten to give up on him because holy shit.
He pulls Eddie’s boxers down mindful of the elastic and Eddie is thankful for that because his dick is so hard that if Steve is not careful he could lose an eye with it.
And he absolutely doesn’t laugh at his silly thoughts because right then Steve grabs the shaft of his dick and looks up at him,
“I want to see you again after the shoot is over, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” He says right before he takes Eddie in his mouth.
Eddie moans and slaps his hands on the door loudly, he nods furiously even though Steve can’t see him do it, he’s too busy sucking obscenely, moaning when Eddie’s dick hits the back of his throat, he pulls back and forth a couple of times before pulling off completely and licking the head, looking at Eddie while he slowly jerks him off, “Can I take you out on a date? Please?”
“Yes! Fuck yes, of course.”
Steve smiles sweetly at him and goes back to trying to suck his brains out. A date? He wants to ask Steve to move in with him, marry him, never be away from him again, please.
Are you mine, please be mine, you are mine.
Shit.
He touches anywhere he can reach with his hands, following with his fingers the lines and angles of Steve's face, his jaw, his nose, his eyelids, how his cheeks hollow as he sucks, his eyebrows, and the little frown between them with worshiping soft touches and then cradles his hands through Steve’s hair and pulls.
Steve moans and Eddie feels it all over his own body.
It’s over pretty quickly after that, Eddie comes so hard he doubles over Steve and ends up resting his forehead on Steve's head.
His knees do give up then and he slides down the door legs sprawled open on either side of Steve’s and he grabs him by the cheeks and kisses him deeply.
Then, he moves his hands to Steve’s waist and slides him closer to him, palms his clothed erection.
Steve never stops kissing him, moaning and groaning and panting into his mouth as Eddie lowers his pants just enough to take his dick out and jerks him off fast and dirty.
Still kneeling, Steve holds himself steady by placing his hands on Eddie’s shoulders and then slowly moving them to circle around him and burying his face on Eddie’s neck, nipping at it between intakes of air. He’s hugging him close and moving his hips in sharp little trusts into Eddie's hand and it’s gotta be the prettiest thing Eddie has ever experienced.
Worked up as he was after giving Eddie the best blowjob of his life, Steve comes pretty fast, and Eddie tries to catch most of it on his palm, bringing it to his mouth and tasting him, making sure to keep eye contact as he does so.
Steve groans and lets himself fall to the floor theatrically, “Fuck! You are so hot.”
It makes Eddie laugh, “Right back at ya,” he tells him and he barely has time to catch his breath before Steve sits right back up,
“Shit! What time is it? We need to get back, did I stain my pants?!” He says frantically looking at himself and checking his crotch.
Eddie just keeps laughing and watches him walk around the room, looking for his shirt and trying futilely to fix his hair in the mirror.
“Hey, give me your phone,” He tells Steve making grabby hands at him.
Steve gives him a big smile and throws his phone at him, Eddie- doesn't catch it but it falls in his lap so it's all good.
He quickly makes a new contact and names it “Eddie 🦇” and gives himself a lost call, saving the contact as “Steve 💘”.
He fixes himself as best he can, thankfully they didn’t ruin their clothes and stands up waiting for Steve.
Steve turns around and walks up to him, looking nervous before opening the door, “How do I look?” he asks.
And Eddie knows he’s asking in a ‘Can you tell what we were up to just now’ kind of way and not in a ‘Do I look pretty’ kind of way but he still responds, “Gorgeous,” very unhelpfully.
And Steve, precious as he is, blushes deeply as if he wasn’t just deep-throating the life out of Eddie minutes ago.
When they get back to the set, Argyle is already there, and he takes one look at them and shakes his head, 
“Well, at least I don’t have to ask makeup to make you two look like you just fucked,”
Steve pales and starts stammering but Eddie cackles and shakes Argyle’s shoulder, who is trying and failing to keep a straight face and not laugh too.
“It’s ok, Steve” Eddie assures him and Argyle does chuckle then, nods and winks at him for good measure.
This time when they get to their places, Steve is relaxed and pliant and Eddie is, Eddie is just thrilled.
When Argyle says ‘action!’, Steve bumps their foreheads together and rubs his nose against his before diving in and kissing him intensely. Eddie swears he hears Argyle saying ‘Aww’ at some point.
They kiss for a while, smiling through it and nipping at each other's lips, exploring each other's bodies with their hands, and then they hear Argyle yell,
“Cut! Eddie for fuck’s sake!” By the looks of it, it’s not the first time he’s said it, but he’s laughing and shaking his head, so it’s not a big deal.
Steve apologizes and Eddie bites his nose, “Stop apologizing”
Steve shakes his head and looks at him bewildered and Eddie laughs at his expression and kisses his nose making Steve laugh too.
“What’s so funny?” Robin asks as she walks in, the rest of the team just coming back to film the last scene.
Which is basically the same thing they did just now except they have to get interrupted by Gareth opening a curtain.
Argyle goes over the scene once more with everyone before starting and then Steve and Eddie are kissing again but when Gareth opens the curtain, Robin screams so loud, everyone’s surprised expression is one hundred percent real.
“Jesus, Robin!” Steve scolds her, burying his face in Eddie’s chest.
“Sorry! Sorry, Jesus! I knew it was coming but it was still so jarring to see” She says with a hand on her chest, “It was like a jump scare! What are you doing to my boy?!”
Eddie and the boys crack up and Steve blushes and grumbles, “Stop it dingus”
“I… loved that take actually, I think it’s the best we’ll get,” Argyle says, “But let’s do it one more time just in case, and then we’ll call it.”
Everyone cheers and gets in position and Steve and Eddie look at each other, something achingly similar to love in their eyes as they eagerly wait for Argyle to call action so they can kiss again.
That’s a wrap!
part 1: ♫
part 2: ♫  
part 3: ♫  
part 4: is this
☕ cafecito?
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bigdumbbambieyes · 5 months
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Billy loving how whiny and breathless Steve gets when he begs for Billy to let him cum.
Loving how Steve melts under his praise, leans into Billy’s touch with that dopey little smile on his face.
Staring up at him with those big brown eyes, eager to please and wanting to be good for him.
Billy taking care of Steve just like his pretty boy needs.
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rabbitindemun · 20 days
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I will never get over this fanfic..
here ya' got, some FlatDreams doodles i did, sorry if it's a little confusing, i wasn't in the whole mood to draw, but i was reading the fanfic again * sobbing * and i was CRAVING for drawing a bit of it- (and some little billy drawings because, well, he's my spiritual animal HSHAH) (btw if you have any ideas or recommendations for drawings or minicomics please let me know... I want to draw these beautiful creatures of evil and my mind is DRY-) just in case
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yanderemommabean · 8 months
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Elias knocking up reader has me in a vice, how would things progress
Once he knows you're with his child, it's even more uptight and obsessive behavior. Not too many red dyes, no raw fish, no meats he thinks are bad for the baby, and god forbid you accidentally forget one of your many vitamins he insists you take. He remembers the night fondly when you two "tried for a baby" which was really just him messing with your birth control and never pulling out through all four rounds. You looked ethereal covered in sweat, basking in the afterglow as he brought you to the peak over and over again. Now that he knows you're his, that you're starting the family he's always wished he had, he wont let you slip through his fingers. He had a similar family to the one Lee lost many years ago, except he wishes they were dead. Sadly, they're still alive and walking the earth. It's fine. You're all he needs. Maybe he'll be lucky and you'll have twins! Or triplets! Oh that thought sends such thrills through his body. But that also means, he has so much more to protect. So no, you cant go outside without him. No you wont chat with the others unless he's by your side. You will only eat what he approves and taste tests, and you'll put up with the small over protectiveness unless you want him to go completely off the deep end and keep you tied down and drugged up until the baby comes. There's no winning with a psycho like him. But it's ok! He loves you!
-Mommabean
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