what about mean ex patrick whoâs an absolute dick to you⊠he always has something to say and calls you a slut when you pass him (he heard you went on a date with someone else.) heâs so mean that he makes you cry in the bathroom at parties and makes you question why you were even with him to begin with. you get a few drinks in, let your guard down, and you end up fucking him in his car and youâre on top of him but heâs fucking up into you with a fist full of your hair. his thrusts are brutal making you wince but in your ear heâs telling you how much he loves you and begging you to take him back
Heâs just relentlessly bitter about losing you. He knows it was all his fault; he was the one with wandering eyes and commitment issue. But he thought if he owned up to it it would be enough. You told him you couldnât do it anymore. Too many double standards. The anxiety was too much to bear. The embarrassment of knowing everyone knew her boyfriend was unfaithful, noncommittal, and toxic. So you tear up when you see him at the bar and youâre quick to conceal it behind your drink but you hear him call you easy when he brushes past you to get another drink at the bar. Your friend throws her drink at him and then thereâs arguing and you ask to speak with him outside. Just one on one.
Your guard is up and youâd rather kick discarded cigarette butts around on the ground than look him in the eye but you have to to make your point. To show that he canât just say whatever he wants and get away with it. But you see a tinge of hurt in his eyes as he says heâs sorry, that he overstepped. But he misses you and itâs hard to hear that youâve moved on.
Itâs clear to both of you that thatâs not true as you let him caress your cheek and suddenly youâre in the backseat with him as he guides you down on his cock and you miss the feeling of being full by him because he swivels his hips to get so deep inside you that your legs are shaking as you tug on his hair and he yanks on yours. Heâs panting like an animal, jaw slack and skin sticky and warm with that smell thatâs so distinctly him it almost makes you sick with nostalgia. He fucks you like he hates you but his words are sweet: that no other pussy compared to you, that heâd do anything to get you back.
Dustin, to Steveâs face: *exasperated snarky teenager*
Dustin, to literally anyone else: Can I tell you about my incredibly awesome best friend forever, Steve?
Since 1983 Steve has felt the filth of another dimension clothe his skin â you are the only one who can wash it all away.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
WC: ~4k
Tags: post epilogue, Steve has ptsd, slight angst in the intro, established relationship, cum play, cum eating/feeding, finger sucking, unprotected p in v, oral (m!receiving), spitting, leg riding?, like a lot of fluids, tit sucking, grinding on stevieâs tummy :), reader has an innie belly button (sorry to my outies), very brief toe sucking (idk how that happened), fingering, slight overstimulation, kinda somnophilia at the end, fluff
Notes: who would have thought a simple request for cum play would take me on the journey that was writing this. Itâs gone through so many different iterations and Iâm really pleased with how it turned out. This is my first time delving more into Steveâs psyche and itâs been a really fun challenge. Thank you @pillartopost for the request, this is probably not what you expected but I hope you â and all the rest of you â enjoy! <3
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Steve did not like to feel unclean.
It reminded him of that place he refused to name now that it ceased to exist.
How its thick, damp air clung to his clothes, his hair, his skin. How its spores seeped into his blood stream through his lungs. The feeling of being coated in other worldly substances, the stickiness of blood â both his and that of the people he loved.
Each time Steve came back from that place, he scrubbed his skin raw but he could not exfoliate away the lingering ick.
That ick led to Steve having a vigorous hygiene routine. He showered first thing in the morning â rinsing off the cold sweat of his nightmares â and last thing at night. Often also during the day, especially after jogging around the dusty baseball field all afternoon.
All that came out in the wash.
The thing that truly made him feel filthy did not.
Even two years on from the last time he flipped, he could feel it under his skin. Settled in his bones like a constant chill of a ghost passing through him. He wondered if it would ever fade or if he was cursed to feel the coldness of guilt deep within him for the rest of eternity.
Then came you.
You who brought warmth when he shivered, heat when he froze, and love when he felt like he wasnât worthy of it.
Steve was not a religious man, hadnât been for a while and heâs not sure he ever really was. Yet he worshipped at your altar and drank from your body like it made him holy, drowning the devil inside himself.
Yes he felt you from within, he felt you bloom from his chest, but he needed to feel you everywhere. Needed you to cover his skin so he could feel something slick that wasnât from a creature of his nightmares but the girl of his dreams.
You gave him what he needed. You didnât ask questions. Didnât ask why his first instinct when he jolted awake in the middle of the night was to slide down beneath the sheets and rub his sweaty face into your cunt.
Why would you when he made you feel so good. When he pulled every ounce of your love from you and you still found more to give.
In return you welcomed all that Steve had to give â which was a lot.
Because the more he slathered himself with you, the more he needed to give you the same treatment.
It wasn't to show dominance, it was a display of devotion. A primal compulsion to cover you, like it would protect you from all that he had seen. A second skin made of him. Whether it was by trailing saliva between your breasts or smearing his cum over your rear.
At first Steve worried that the rot was so deeply set inside him, that anything that expelled from his body would corrupt you, the one thing in his life that wasn't sullied by demons. But each time you seeped under his skin as he snuck into you, part of him healed.
It became a ritual in which you claimed each other as lovers, partners, equals. It was better than any diamond ring Steve could put on your finger â though he knew he would do that too when the time was right.
Sex was merely foreplay. A means to get you slick, bathe in each other, before the ritual could begin.
Steve collapsed on top of you breathless and sweaty, his cock still twitching inside you from his release. You laid pressed between his warm body and the soaked sheets.
For most couples this was the end of the night, time to roll over and say goodnight â not you two.
When he regained enough of his energy, Steve flopped off you making you both wince at the loss of your bodily connection.
Your eyes raked over his form, his hairy chest already matted with sweat, curling into his belly button and down to the base of his cock. Evidence of both your releases clung to his pubic hair. He had slightly softened but you knew it wouldn't be long until he toughened up.
You reached over and traced a finger up the side of his length making Steve shiver. He was dripping with a mixture of you and him.
If there was one thing Steve loved more than covering you in him, it was covering each other in the combination of both of you. Like spitting into your palms and shaking hands, it bonded you in an unbreakable pact of dedication to one another.
The mixture gathered on your finger and Steveâs eyes followed your every move as you held up your glistening tip, took it into your mouth and sucked on it greedily. The taste danced on your tongue, a mix of sweet and salty that you craved more of.
You repeated your movements but this time raised your finger to Steve. Without hesitation he opened his mouth for you eagerly. He sucked on your finger and you watched his eyes fall shut in complete satisfaction as he hummed around it.
âWe taste so good together, donât we babe,â you said to him.
Steve nodded, your finger still firmly within his lips.
You pulled it from his mouth with a wet pop as Steve fought to keep it between his lips. You then shifted down the bed, your face level with his cock that you noticed had gotten considerably harder in the last thirty seconds.
Steve sat up on his elbows to watch as you gave his leaking tip a quick peck. You knelt between his legs, feeling his release drip out of you but you clenched your thighs together to keep it in.
With a tight grip you held him at the base, rubbing your parted lips over his tip and smearing the fluid over you like lipgloss.
âHmm, baby,â Steve hummed. âYou look so good like this.â
You smiled as you looked up at him, his tip still pressed against your lips. âSo do you.â
Without much warning, you took Steveâs cock into your mouth, moaning around it at the taste you craved.
âFuck,â Steve gasped and fell back against the pillows.
Your tounge swirled around his head, building up even more wetness from your saliva. It dribbled down his shaft all the way to where you still gripped him at the base.
âGod, your mouth is insane,â Steve groaned. He threaded a hand through your hair, pushing it out the way of your face so he could get a good look at you.
His other hand held your cheek as you took him deeper, your eyes fixed on his. Steve fought every urge he had to thrust up into your mouth but he wanted this to last, wanted to see just how much of a mess you could make on his cock.
You hollowed out your cheeks as you dragged yourself off him at an agonisingly slow pace. All sorts of fluids connected your mouth to Steveâs length and you raised your hand up to thumb over his slit, spreading the wetness over him.
âYou like getting all messy on my cock, donât you baby.â
You hummed in agreement, licking your wet lips.
âWhy donât you show me just how messy you can get, huh?â
With that you spat on directly on his throbbing head as you continued to coat his cock. Not like you were even trying to get him off, just trying to soak every inch of him â and there were a lot of inches.
Steve was mesmerised as he watched you drool over him, licking and sucking like he was a God damn lolly pop.
âMy pretty girl,â he mumbled lovingly.
You were almost certain there was nothing objectively pretty about the scene between Steveâs legs. But to him it was even more beautiful than a summer sunset or the full moon brightly glowing over the lake. The way you gave yourself to him with the same mouth that spoke those three words that kept him on the surface when he felt like falling through the ground.
You looked back at him with the same intense look he gave you, watching as Steve grew a little more delirious with each lick of your tongue. His chest puffed up, a red flush creeping up his neck all the way to his ears. The image made your slick soak down your thighs.
With Steveâs cock half in your mouth, one hand twisting around what your wet cavern couldnât cover, the other braced on his hip, you swung a leg over one of his and set yourself down on it. Your dripping cunt made contact with his shin and you gasped around Steve which forced you to take him deeper. His fat head hit the back of your throat and you rutted against his leg, the burn in your throat filtering down into your core.
âUghâ holy shit,â Steve marvelled at you as you humped his leg like a fucking dog.
You groaned deeply, moving your mouth up and down his cock in time with the rock of your hips. The hard bone of his leg hit your clit almost painfully, the hair there provided a little fiction before it became too saturated. The pressure quickly built, making you slobber down his length just as much as you were soaking his leg.
Steve, always one to try to coax more out of you, jutted his leg up into you. He didnât care that it made you whine so hard you pulled off his cock, not when you looked as good angelic as you did, anointing a part of him that hadnât yet been blessed by your devoted cunt.
You lost all focus on Steve as you sat up, pressed your throbbing pussy down harder on his shin, and rode his leg, holding his knee for some support.
Evidence of Steve ran out from your mouth. Your jaw slack as you gave into your own needs, sliding your hips back and forth, your head flung back in pleasure and your eyes screwed shut. The pressure in your core felt heavy and ready to burst.
âShit, baby, you look so fucking good,â Steve moaned. He couldnât resist reaching down to touch himself. âCum on my fucking legâahâfucking soak it.â
When Steveâs hand wrapped around himself, he whimpered feeling just how much you had drenched him there. An obscene symphony of squelching and moaning sang out from the two of you as you used each other to get yourselves off. You on Steveâs leg and him just the sight of you.
You fell forward, bracing yourself over Steve, your tits swinging above where he worked himself as you found the angle you needed to stimulate yourself enough to cum.
âFuck, Steveâughâoh god.â
Your hands tightened in the sheets next to Steveâs waist, as he continued to jerk himself off below you. With you over him, it was impossible for Steve to not thrust up into his fist, his leg met your rhythm causing the pressure in your core to pop.
You pulsed over Steveâs leg and when he felt you soak him he followed your lead and shot his cum straight up into your chest.
Like a mind numbing circle of pleasure, the feeling of Steve coating you made you continue to move over his shin, messily sliding up and down to spread your slick. Steve stroked himself slowly, extracting as much of his cum on you before he simply dribbled down himself onto his hand.
You completely lost all ability to keep yourself up and collapsed to the side, slipping off Steve's leg and thudding to the mattress beside him.
It was almost as if you blacked out until you felt Steveâs wet hand stroke your face. You didnât even open your eyes to him, just felt the warmth of his sticky palm on your cheek.
As tired as you were â and you were sure Steve was too by the way his breathing took awhile to settle â you knew the night wasnât over. Not when Steve had just got your tits dripping with his cum.
âCâmon now,â Steve grunted and before you knew what was happening he was pulling you up by your armpits to be level with him. Your head quickly found comfort in the plush pillows as Steve got your limp body comfortable.
âYou wanna keep going?â he asked so sweetly it made your teeth hurt.
You hummed in agreement nodding against the pillow, your eyes still shut and a content smile on your lips.
Steve chuckled softly, his hand back on your cheek and his thumb caressed your bottom lip.
âYou know you have to say it, baby,â
Through heavy lashes you looked at Steve. His face was smooshed against the pillow next to you, his hair damp and stuck to his forehead, he was glowing in the dim light of the bedroom.
âI want to keep going,â you said slowly, enunciating each syllable so he knew you were certain.
âThatâs my girl.â
Steve leaned in, brushing his nose against your cheek as he captured your lips in his. A series of quick but insistent pecks that quickly turned more heated once you got a bit of strength back. You felt Steve smile wide when you grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer.
You tangled together until you werenât quite sure who was on top, sticky bodies pressed together as you rolled around the bed. Steveâs tongue was hot and needy against yours. Your foot brushed the wetness you left on Steveâs leg and you moaned deeply into him as you felt how you had coated him.
As you did, Steveâs tongue explored the depths of your mouth. You two created an extraordinary amount of saliva between your lips making wet smacking sounds as you swapped fluids back and forth.
When Steveâs lips pulled away from yours he was on top of you, pressed against your cum covered chest. As you parted slowly, a messy string of spit connected you. Steve slurped it up into his mouth and spat it back into yours â your lips parted and waiting. You whimpered at the impact.
You both took in long breaths that made your chests inflate. Steveâs hair tickled at your nipples with each inhale and his breath danced on your face with every exhale.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â Steve whispered.
His eyes darted across your face like he was trying to take in every little detail of you at once. His hand gently brushed the hair out of your eyes to see more.
âI love you, Steve,â you said so softly and so easily, like it was obvious, like it was natural.
Steve never got used to hearing you say it, especially when you said it first and with that accompanying brightness in your eyes like you really meant it.
So he took a while to respond. It didnât make you worry he wouldnât say it back â he always did. You just knew he needed to take a little moment, like he had to let the words hang in the air to make sure they were real, that you were real.
Then you stroked his jaw. Thatâs real. No evil could recreate a touch as soft as yours.
âI love you too,â he said finally and the flood gates opened.
âI love you,â he repeated, placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
âI love you.â He kissed your jaw.
âI love you.â Your neck.
âSo,â the base of your throat, âso,â your sternum, âfucking,â the swell of your breast, âmuch.â
Steve groaned wetly as he opened his mouth wide over your tit, taking the nipple into the heat of his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He tasted himself on you and it only made him want more.
Not wanting to leave the other one neglected, Steveâs hand massaged at your other breast, his thumb rubbing his cum over the hard peak of your nipple.
Your breathing quickened under Steveâs touch. His body was heavy on top of yours, slotted between your legs. You wrapped them around him pulling him tighter into you and your core pressed against the pudge of his tummy, the trail of hair brushing your wet folds. Steve could feel it too, how you soaked the already matted hair.
He let out a breathless moan as he switched to your other tit, drooling over it, kissing, licking, sucking. The one he had previously slobbered on, now coated with a mixture of his cum and saliva, he kneaded firmly. Like he wasnât just rubbing it over your skin but into it, getting it deep into your flesh through your pores.
Watching Steve completely lose himself in the messiness of your body made you grind your hips into his belly, getting him wet as he continued to drench your skin. He wasnât so much cleaning his cum off you but adding to it.
He shifted down, trailing his mouth through the river he created that flowed from your chest into your belly button. He stopped there to dip his tongue into the hollowed out skin, lapping up what had collected.
He continued south. His lips grazed your glistening folds as he paused to breathe in your scent and chastely kiss you. He was gone before you could lean into the touch.
Steve crawled back off the bed as he dragged his lips down the inside of your leg leaving a wet trail down to your ankle. A chill skirted over your skin at the loss of Steveâs warmth but his eyes lit a fire inside you that kept you burning.
He stood tall at the end of the bed. His cock just as prominent, pressed up against his belly and swollen red like it was screaming for you.
His rough but comforting hand caressed your ankle as he picked it up and pressed a kiss to the arch of your foot. You sat up on your elbows as you watched Steve take your big toe in his mouth. Your eyes widened at him and his never left yours.
âI didnât know you were into that,â you commented, slightly teasing but you enjoyed the wet warmth of his mouth around you more than you expected.
Steve released your toe with a pop to speak, âIâm into you.â
He lowered your leg back down to the mattress a smirk on his face. âEvery bit of you.â His calloused fingers grazed up the outside of your leg.
âFrom your edges.â Steve crawled back on the bed between your legs, his touch growing firmer as he reached closer to where you ached for him. âAll the way to your middle.â
Two of Steveâs thick fingers were inside you before you could even comprehend them pressing at your entrance. The sudden intrusion shot fire up your spine, arching you off the bed as you cried out in pleasure, not even able to say so much as his name.
Steve started pumping his fingers in and out of you recklessly as if he was trying to see how loud he could make you squelch.
âSo wet, donât know how you got anything left.â It wasnât said to tease you but to awe at how your body continued to give and give and give.
âGah! Steve...â you choked.
You wrapped your hand around his wrist and Steveâs movements slowed to a lazy drag, massaging your walls with each pass through you.
âToo much?â Steve asked worryingly.
You shook your head adamantly. âNoâahâjustâŠâ
With your hand slipping down over Steveâs fingers, you joined him in the warmth of your cunt by inserting a finger along with his.
âOh fuck,â Steve groaned as he felt your finger slide between his inside of you, your body arching into the fullness.
It felt more intimate than having his cock inside you. The two of you, practically holding hands, fingers intertwining, inside of you. Working together in perfect sync to make you see stars that were only visible in this dimension.
âCan you give us another, baby?â
Us, not him. Because when you tangled together covered in each other, unsure of where you ended and he began, there was no you or him, only us.
âMm.â You nodded as much as you could. Your body was riddled with static, buzzing through your core to your limbs.
Steve thumb came to your sensitive clit, circling it slow but firmly as you both worked your fingers against your walls.
âYou feel that?â Steve curled your finger into your spongey spot and you cried out a yes.
âFeel how it makes you clench?â
You did, your cunt clamped down on the combination of fingers inside it, the buzz evolving into a thudding pulse.
âOh Steve, SteveâGodâis so good, so fucking close⊠Steve, Steve!â
You repeated his name like you had every other word you ever knew sucked out along with your cum. Your body trembled with an overwhelming pleasure that stole your breath.
Steve took over to help you ride out your orgasm, his fingers helping to move yours softly until you squeaked and squirmed from the overstimulation.
He pulled his drenched fingers from you, yours slipping out along with them. Steveâs sticky hand rubbed slow circles over your tummy. The pressure helped ground you as you came down from your high.
Steve murmured loving things into the air surrounding you, as if his words could cloak you also.
So pretty.
Did so good.
I love you, baby.
He laid down next to you, his fingers dragged up your torso, leaving a slick path from your cunt. He settled his hand on your jaw to turn you to face him.
Your eyes were drooping, unable to carry the weight of being awake any longer.
âItâs okay, baby,â he said softly, rubbing his thumb over your eyelid, still damp with your arousal. âGo to sleep, Iâve got you.â
You shook your head no, slowly like it weighed a tonne.
âBabyâŠâ
âSteve,â you croaked. âI can feel how hard you are.â
Steve laughed softly as he looked down to where his solid length pressed into your thigh. He hadnât taken notice of the way he throbbed until now, having been content with vicarious pleasure through you.
âItâs okay,â he assured.
âNo, itâs not.â
With all the strength you could muster, you rolled over and scooched your back into Steveâs chest. His cock rubbed against your ass as you wriggled into his grasp.
Steve let out a low grunt and opened his mouth to protest but you slid his hand around you to cup your breast and all of his words fell flat.
âYou can use me, Steve. I want you to.â
Your hand encouraged his to squeeze your breast and Steve jutted into your cheeks at the feeling of your nipples still hard under his palm.
âBut,â Steve said as he held back a moan. âYouâre gonna fall asleep.â
âI like having you close. Please, Steve.â
You snuggled more into the warmth of his body, fighting back the pull of sleep enough so that you could be awake to feel him push into you. The feeling of Steve surrounding you and filling you quickly lulled you to sleep.
It didnât dampen Steveâs spirits that you were completely able to sleep through him fucking you deep and slow, instead it warmed his heart. That you felt so at ease, so safe, as to let him â want him to â take what he needed from your body in its most vulnerable state.
Steve felt he could almost drift off all the same. The warm feeling of you taking him as you breathed softly and mumbled incoherently, settled in his arms like you were always meant to be there. Covered in each other's deepest, darkest parts that Steve never thought heâd feel so comfortable sharing let alone let sit on his skin for the night.
But each day with you healed a part of him. Until very corrupted cell in his body died off and was replaced with new ones that never knew the filthy worlds beyond â only you.
Now, in the safety of his right-side-up bedroom, for the first time since 1983 Steve felt clean.
im not sure if this has been talked abt here yet but⊠bffâs ex boyfriend! patrick!!!!
youâve heard all about the toxic, messy ass relationship your bff and pat have had and never understood why she would keep going back to him! when she finallyyy decides to leave him you do her a solid and go over to his apartment to get the rest of her things and youâre rolling your eyes the second you see his cocky smile when he opens the door. heâs following you around the entire place and bugging you for the hour or so youâre there, eventually you tell him heâs a shitty person and so fucking annoying that you donât know how your bff stayed with him for so long⊠it only eggs him on and somehow⊠you end up with your leggings and panties around your ankles, bent over the arm of the couch while he shows you why she was addickted to him⊠đ€
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eeeeek like she finally finds the courage to break it off with him and you have no idea what took so long. granted, youâve really only met him in passing, talked to him maybe a few times. you donât remember him even being very attractive. but youâre so ecstatic when she comes over to your place, sniffling, and says itâs over. but that she needs you to do her a favorâshe doesnât wanna go back over there. she wants it to be final and she doesnât know if it will be if she goes to pick up her stuff. so you agree to go. youâre on a mission as your open palm slams on his apartment door. Patrick is slow to open it, and when he does heâs shirtless with loose sweats on. his apartment is nice but itâs a messâbeer cans strewn about, dishes piled up in the sink.
âoh .â he looks behind you. âwhat are you, her correspondent?â he smirks, tall frame against entrance.
âsomething like that.â you push past him. âjust need to get her stuff.â
âright.â he winks.
âwhatâs your problem?â You ask, picking up your friendâs sweater from the arm of his couch. âand why are you shirtless right now?â
âhow was I supposed to know you were coming over?â he leans against his kitchen counter.
âyouâre a piece of work. not sure why she dated you for a week, let alone a year. what do you have to offer? you have no work ethic, youâre selfish, youâre manipulative.â
âI dunno ask her.â he takes a sip of water and crosses his arms over his chest. somehow, his sweats are riding even lower on his waist.
âshe never really gave me a reason why.â
âyou think Iâm that bad?â he laughs, shaking his head before running his fingers through his bedhead. âIâm sorry you feel that way, honey.â Heâs condescending.
âis any more of her shit here?â
just a shrug.
âyouâre so fucking worthless.â you brush past him, trying to see if you can find her makeup bag she complained about losing. but at the same time, you are set on not looking at him because youâre starting to understand the appeal. tall, pretty eyes and dark hair. a perfect body, and those sweats are leaving nothing to the imagination.
âI think her stuffâs in the bathroom too.â He watches you bend down to pick up a pair of her shoes.
âshe never really introduced us. youâre really hot.â
you turn around and shove him, dropping her stuff on the ground. âwhat is your problem? is everything a fucking game to you? sheâs at home crying because of you and your dickâs basically out while Iâm trying to pick up the pieces.â
he catches your wrist and looks you in the eye. âcalm down.â you slap his hand and he smiles, gnawing on his bottom lip. âJesus.â
you can see him getting harder even though you donât want to be looking down there itâs just so close and so obvious.
thereâs a beat of silence. maybe three or four more before he cups your cheek and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. you mean to move to slap his hand away again, but you instead open your mouth for him, letting his fingers inside.
âthatâs what I thought. so obedient, just like her.â
you shouldnât be doing thisâyouâre going to ruin your life, your friendship, your reputation. but you swirl your tongue around his thumb and hear him mutter a low fuck and thatâs all it takes for him to pick you up and move you to the couch, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your throat as he lays you down on your stomach. tears your panties down your legs and asks if you want this.
you nod, watching him pull his sweats down. heâs wearing no underwear and his cock springs out, solid and thick and you can tell heâs been thinking about this since the second he opened the door.
âno.â He leans down and rocks against your pussy. âtell me you want it.â
and you do, lifting your ass up to grind against him. he smirks and leans forward, grabbing your jaw before pushing in all at once and you understand at that moment why she kept coming back.
Warnings - Smut, perv!Clark, Perv!reader, fluff, Clark is whiny | WC: 1.4k
Roommate!Clark who... signs the lease almost immediately after touring your flat that looks over the streets of Metropolis. You assume itâs because the apartment is affordable. Really, itâs because your smile makes the cramped tenth-floor flat feel warmer than anywhere else heâs looked. You, meanwhile, canât deny the relief of having someone built like Clark Kent living under the same roof. Just in case.
Roommate!Clark who... slowly warms up to you, a little nervous about how to act around you. Heâd never lived with a woman before, other than his Ma. His small âhelloâ and âgood morningâ evolved into âHowâd you sleep?â and âWhatâs today's agenda?â Youâd watch his cheeks get all rosy as he smiled, his eyes wrinkling in the corners behind his thick glasses. Heâd leave small notes on the counter, a breakfast pastry beside it for when he left extra early in the mornings.Â
Thought you might be hungry! Have a good day! - Clark Kent
Roommate!Clark who... talked about you so much at work that Lois and Jimmy started to think you had a relationship going on.Â
âLast night we watched a movie and had ice cream. I really love this new roommate thing; sheâs just so nice!â he explained cheerfully. Lois and Jimmy gave each other knowing looks, smirking at each other. âAre you sure you arenât attracted to her, Clark?â Lois asked, eyebrow cocked as she sipped from her coffee. His smile faltered, red creeping up to his ears as he shook his head a little too quickly. âNo⊠I mean sheâs pretty, but sheâs my roommate!â As if that was a reasonable excuse. Jimmy gave a half-laugh, half-scoff at how pathetic Clark could be.
Roommate!Clark who... happily listens to you talk about your day. You take turns making dinner, and tonight had been his choice. Clark has cooked up a Kansas custom while you sat at the island, filing your nails and talking about work. He would prompt you with questions and nod along thoughtfully, tucking things away for later.Â
Roommate!Clark who... doesnât know how thoughtful he is, making everything seem like a pleasure. Doing the dishes? Sure! The trash? Consider it done. A high shelf needs dusting? Why didnât you say so!Â
Roommate!Clark who... carried you to bed after you fell asleep on the couch. He can hear your breathing soften and the slow beat of your heart. He wanders from his room, noticing you sleeping soundly. Your show or movie is still going in the background, or a book is sitting face down on your chest. Carefully, he pauses your show or marks your page before he picks you up. So much care into how he holds you in his big arms, trying not to be too abrupt. After tucking you into your bed, he lingers, watching you sleep so⊠peacefully before padding back to his room. The slope of your nose and the way your hair fanned on your pillow made his heart flutter just thinking about it.Â
Roommate!Clark who... falls asleep during movie night, slumping over until his head rested on your shoulder. When he woke up hours later, his nose was greeted with the sweet nature of your natural scent, and panic washed over him. Had he crossed a line? But he was covered in the throw blanket from the arm of the couch; you curled into his side, fast asleep, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He fell back asleep just like that, not having the heart to move.Â
Roommate!Clark who... slowly realizes heâs falling in love with you because of your laugh, how you treat him like heâs somebodyâlike he doesnât fade into the background. You ask him about his day, you fix his tie before work, bring him little presents âjust becauseâ. Clark only had eyes for you. Everyone else blurred into the background.
Roommate!Clark who... obliviously wears his workout shorts around the house, doing chores that accentuate his thighs and butt. Sometimes he stretches, and you can see his shirt come up a little, showing off his abs. His arms nearly bulge out of his shirt, and it drives you up the wall. Itâs a wonder he hasnât caught on yet. Then again, this is the same man who still thinks youâre only being nice because youâre roommates.
Roommate!Clark who... brings you out with his friends, and at work the next day they're all spewing nonsense. âSheâs so into you!â Cat explained the telltale signs that he just brushed off. âDonât be crazy, you guys, sheâd never like a⊠dork, like me!â Jimmy shook his head, âShe had big puppy eyes for you⊠then, when she was a little tipsy, she was drooling over you.
Roommate!Clark who... is oblivious to your attraction, and you're oblivious to his.Â
Roommate!Clark who... tucks your hair behind your ear on accident, starting to stutter, and his ears heat up. He was hardly able to look at you afterwards, but he missed the faint blush on your cheeks. His thoughts were too loud to hear your heartbeat flutter from his sweet action. It had felt so natural.Â
Roommate!Clark who... notices everything you change about yourself. A new hair color? He noticed. New eyeliner idea? Clark was complimenting it. Once he had noticed you switched your foundation shade. He noticed more than any guy ever had before.
Roommate!Clark who... gets jealous after you go on shitty dates. When he hears you crying in your room, Clark creeps in, carefully bringing you to his chest as he fumed about what these men did to you. He wished it was himâthat youâd give him a chance, because he could treat you better than all those sleezy guys you found on dating apps.Â
Roommate!Clark who... goes to the laundry room to fold laundry with you and catches sight of your lacy underwear; his ears burn red as he wonders how many guys youâd tried to impress with those. He couldnât imagine how good youâd look with it on.Â
Roommate!Clark who... accidentally walks in on you in the shower. The steam curls through the room, and all he can see is the outline of your body. He stops like a deer in headlights when you hollar, âClark! Sorry, I forgot to lock the door!â Clark tries to forget your beautiful, beautiful silhouette, begging his body to stay calm. It didnât work, and he felt like a guilty pervert after rubbing one out to the thought of you, whining into his pillow to muffle his pleasure.
Roommate!Clark who... was too oblivious to notice your attraction for him. How youâd been leaving the door unlocked on purpose, how your clothes were only getting more revealing, or the way youâd sway your hips a little extra when you walked. He had always seen you as gorgeous, even without all that extra stuff.
Roommate!Clark who... accidentally let a whine slip one night, and you happened to hear as you walked by. You slipped into his room, eyes big and curious. âClark?â you asked, and he perked up. Hand down his pants down, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to keep it down. âIâm so sorry! My gosh, Iâll move out noââ you cut him off by slowly walking forward. Settling on the edge of his queen bed, the bed looking little compared to him. âLet me help youâŠâ You whisper, settling next to him as you help him get his pajamas down to his mid-thigh. Big, thick thighs youâd only gotten to admire from afar, his hard cock that youâd only seen through the imprint of his sweatpants. Gently, you help jerk him off until heâs come all over his stomach, his breathing is heavy as he whimpers your name desperately. You help clean him off with a warm rag before settling on his chest.
Roommate!Clark who... walks with more pep in his step, now that you were officially his girlfriend. He had told his Ma and Pa everything; Jimmy and Lois noticed based on how smiley he was. Every day he came home and gave you a deep kiss that made your heart flutter, one packed with more passion than humanly possible. âYou look beautiful⊠How was your day, honey?â he asked, his eyes big and curious.
Roommate!Clark who... still catches himself looking around the apartment sometimes, amazed that this was his home now. Not because of the tenth-floor view or the cheaper rent, but because every morning he gets to wake up next to the person he fell in love with.Â
A/N: Would you guys read a full fic of this... cause he's just so perfect. Whoever originally came up with this idea has my life, literally.
summary: âŠthen comes a baby in a baby carriage đŁ
warnings/tags: established relationship, mentions of contraception (condoms, birth control), mentions of vomit (not explicit), fluff sickening fluff, some angstish, probably inaccurate prenatal care descriptions not proofread (sorry)
wc: 2.6k
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authorâs note: bello. Iâve returned(ish). Kinda been down in the dumps and lost any and all motivation to write anything. Take a guess what this one is about đ (sorry I skipped the wedding if you want something about it feel free to yell at me).
There was never an official moment where you and Joe had officially begun trying. More so an unspoken agreement that you werenât actively tracking and trying, but also not necessarily preventing it.Â
Around three months before your wedding, you decided to take yourself off of birth control and let your body and cycle readjust and regulate over the course of the next few months. Condoms were exiled from your apartment long before then, therefore the two of you settled on the pull out method for the time being (again not necessarily preventing)
Three months pass, and your wedding goes by without a hitch. Same goes for your honeymoon, aimlessly traveling throughout Europe, where every night and almost every morning was spent tangled up with one another, basking in newlywed bliss.Â
When the two of you return back home to the real world, life continues on as normal. You go back to work, Joe busies himself in the studio, and the two of you always find time for each other in the moments of peace hidden amongst the chaos and calamity of your busy lives and schedules.Â
The first time you take a test comes two months after the wedding. For the first time in months you were late. Could it still be your body regulating? Yes. Could it also be your body succumbing to the stress of the quickly approaching deadline of one of your largest work projects? Also yes. Despite both being possible reasons, you still find yourself moseying your way into the drug store on your way home from work to pick up a box of tests, not expecting much result-wise. But you would be lying if you said there wasnât a little glimmer of hope lingering in the back of your mind.Â
Joeâs already home and situated on the couch by the time your key slots into the lock of your front door, head rising at the sound of your arrival, eyes immediately finding the Duane Reed bag that sat tucked against your abdomen.Â
âWatcha got there?â He asks, nodding towards the possibly life altering package that lies in your grasp. âYou couldâve just asked me to pick it up for you, save you the trip.â Â
âIâm a couple days late.â You say, straight to the point, no beating around the bush, as you make your way over to Joe, settling down next to him. âJust figured, might as well.â You continue, as you pull out the small box from the crinkled paper bag.
His eyes switch between you and the box, quickly trying to process what youâve just told him, and the casualness of it all. âOk.â He says quietly, with fragileness as if saying the word too loud would make reality shatter. âYou gonna take it now?âÂ
âI donât know.â You mumble under your breath, matching Joeâs quietness.Â
Joe nods beside you. âHow about,â he starts, lifting your chin so that you were now looking right at him, âwe order some food. Then you take it. Or we can even wait a couple more days, just to be sure.âÂ
You decide on the former and place the box down on the coffee table. Joe understands what youâre conveying to him by your actions, and reaches for his phone to order delivery from your favorite restaurant. When the food arrives and the two of you begin eating, you both make measly attempts to converse as if itâs just another night, but every attempt to begin a conversation ultimately ends in an unsettled silence, both of your minds burdened by the box the rests just a few feet away in the other room.Â
The two of you donât bother with the dishes, instead opting to make your way to the ensuite bathroom of your bedroom, collecting the box of tests in the process. Joe linger back in the bedroom as you take the tests, two just as a precaution, and you set them on the counter before washing your hands and joining him on the edge of the bed.
âHow long?â he asks.Â
â4 minutes, I set a timer already.âÂ
He hums in response, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours, and bringing your hands to rest in his lap, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in an attempt to soothe both of you.Â
The four minutes drag, you both stay silent, zoning out to the sound of the otherâs breathing. Until the shrill of the timer brings you both back to reality, meeting each other's gaze before standing and moving back to the bathroom, where youâre met with the two white sticks sitting there, menacingly staring back at you.Â
You meet Joeâs eyes in the reflection of the mirror, silently prompting him to choose a test to flip over. Once the two of you both have a test in your hands, you look at him before nodding, agreeing to flip them over.Â
The test in your hand is first, Negative.Â
Then Joeâs, Negative.Â
Your period comes the next morning.Â
For the rest of the day or maybe even week, your mind is fogged. You werenât expecting to be pregnant so soon after your wedding, but canât help but feel a sense of heartbreak lingering within you.Â
Joe notices, he always notices, and doesnât push for you to talk about it. Sitting with you in silence at night, or in the morning before the world catches up to you as you nurse your coffee.Â
âI donât know why Iâm so upset.â You mumble one evening, Joeâs hand that was tracing random patterns along your arm coming to a halt.Â
âYou can be upset.â He says, turning his head to press his lips against your hairline, âWe have time.â He adds, not in a way to stop the way you're feeling, but as a shield of comfort in the storm of your thoughts.Â
The next test comes 2 months later.Â
For the past week, youâve felt off, like youâve been tilted off of your axis. You again, didnât think much of it, your project deadline was next week and it was around the time of year again where youâre faced with the worst allergy flare up.Â
But one morning, as you and Joe are getting ready alongside one another, and he sprays the cologne that heâs been wearing longer than the two of you have been together, you suddenly canât stand the smell that youâve loved all these years. The same thing happens the next morning, and the morning after that until you can no longer hold back the newfound distaste that you have for the smell of your husband.Â
Then comes the nausea. Itâs subtle at first, again just a feeling that lingers, slightly inconveniencing you in waves as your day goes by.Â
By lunch itâs worse. You try to work through it, pushing down the fluttering feeling in your stomach, but the feeling ultimately wins the battle as your fork inches closer to your mouth, sending the majority of the food you just managed to swallow down right back up into the nearest trash can.Â
You take the rest of that day off after that, an action encouraged to you by your boss as you ease your way back into your office.Â
The ultimate test of endurance was the 10 minute subway ride back home, the slight but persistent shift of the train car sloshing around whatever was left in your stomach. You barely make it to the kitchen trashcan as you hurl up any remnants left over from lunch before settling yourself down on the cool kitchen tiles.Â
As if on cue, your phone vibrates through the pocket of your jacket, you pull it out reading the notification that youâve just received.Â
Your period is 9 days late, time for a pregnancy test!Â
Your eyes widen at the sight before you, and you finally string together the sensitivity to Joeâs cologne, the nausea, and now the purge into the trash can.Â
Youâre late, very late, for the second month in a row, and thereâs not much deniability for what could be the reason.Â
Youâre quick on your feet to dash over to your ensuite bedroom getting hit with a wave of deja vu as you reach for the spare test you left in the box just a month ago. You take it and again just like last month, the minutes drag until the timer pierces through the silence of your apartment. This time Joe isnât with you as you flip over the test in your shaky hands.Â
Two lines. As clear as day.
âOh my god.â You choke out under your breath despite being alone in the apartment, your eyes beginning to water.Â
Just like that, your life is changed, four minutes was all it took.Â
You stand there for what feels like hours staring down at the little test before you, unable to tear your gaze away from it as if itâll disappear if you look away.Â
It doesnât disappear when you look at yourself in the mirror, taking in your glazed over eyes and tears that you hadnât felt fall streak your cheeks..
It stays, the second line possibly gets even darker when you bring it closer to your face.Â
Somewhere in the distance, the front door to your apartment unlocks.Â
Joe.Â
Of course he comes home at the first sound of you not feeling well.Â
The door shuts and his voice follows suit, âBaby? You home yet? I picked up some soup.â
You take a look at yourself in the mirror once again, your mind racing. But before you could say anything, Joe finds you in the bathroom like a moth to a flame, or attracted magnetic forces.Â
You turn, test still in your hand, tears once again free falling, âHi.â you say to him as a smile creeps up on your face.Â
He does a double take between your face and the test in your hands before meeting you with two long strides, take your face between his hands, eyes also beginning to gloss, âIf you open you open your hand right now,â he starts before taking in a deep breath trying to compose himself, âam I going to see what I think Iâm going to see.âÂ
You let out a wet laugh under your breath in response, turning your palm up so that he could see the two lines for his own two eyes.Â
âYou ruined my plan.â You say quietly, as he examines the two lines through his clouded vision. âI was gonna tell you any other way than this.âÂ
He says nothing in response, instead deciding on placing the test back on the counter to take your face in his grasp once again, planting his lips on yours, tears mixing on your cheeks as you return the gesture.   Â
His eyes are red and somehow even more doe-like in this state. He looks at you with such love and adoration that you canât help but try to avoid it but he doesnât let you. âYouâre pregnant?â he says, voice wavering with emotion.Â
âYeah.â You say matching the instability of his voice with your own.Â
For a few weeks, you and Joe keep the news of your pregnancy to yourselves, relishing in your own little world, thatâs just been made technicolor.Â
You attend doctors appointments, learn that you were around 4 weeks pregnant when you found out.Â
2 weeks later you hear their heartbeat for the first time. The world goes silent around you, Joeâs hand tightening around yours and for a moment itâs just the two of you and the rhythmic galloping of your babyâs heart.Â
2 weeks after that, you get the first scan and spend the rest of the day curled up on the couch together, Joeâs hand resting on the ghost of a bump as the two of you stare in awe at the black and white image in your hand.
You decide to start telling people two weeks after that. Both sets of parents come first obviously, both times ending in the two of you smothered in hugs and tears from the soon to be grandparents and you and Joe.
Joeâs sisters follow suit in a frenzy of squeals and even more hugs.Â
Your closest friends are next.Â
Sophie and Ben are told in a totally elaborate plan that consisted of your ultrasound hanging on the fridge, right at eye level with Sophie as she fetched herself a drink an âOH MY GOD.â cutting through the music that flowed through the apartment. You canât help but smile as Sophie runs into the living room, ultrasound in hand, drink abandoned, already crying as she spews out complete gibberish and throws herself into your arms. Ben is quick to register whatâs happening and matches Sophieâs excitement wrapping his arm around Joeâs shoulder to pat his back in congratulations.Â
All of Joeâs bandmates are told in their own special ways, each ending in you being scooped up in their arms in a fit of excitement.Â
Even June, despite being only a year old and unable to understand, gets told in her own special way via a babydoll from you and Joe, that had her attention for about 5 minutes before she toddled away to something new that caught her eye.
Although you could burst with joy from all the love you received telling your village about the newest member, your favorite moment in your pregnancy so far was always at night.
Because at night, when all the excitement dwindles down, it always ends up with you and Joe in bed, his hand resting on your bump that slowly grows day by day, like thatâs where itâs always belonged.Â
Most nights your eyes are too heavy with sleep to stay up as late as you used to. But sometimes before you drift off for the night, you catch Joe speaking to your stomach. His voice is soft and soothing, thinking youâre asleep, and careful not to disturb you.Â
âHey kiddo,â he rasps, âitâs me, your Dad. Iâm pretty sure you can hear me, I read something that you can so yeah.â he pauses collecting his thoughts, âyour momâs app says that youâre the size of a strawberry today, youâre already growing too fast for my liking.â You smile at the sentiment, keeping your breath steady as Joe continues on, âWe told everyone about you, youâve got a lot of people waiting for you out here, but take your time, get strong for your mom and dad ok? Iâll make sure I grow for you so that Iâm ready when you get here, or as ready as I can be.â He huffs out a shaky laugh.Â
You try your best to fight the slumber taking over you, but ultimately lose as your eyelids become heavier and heavier, Joeâs voice becoming more muffled with every blink, not without missing one last affirmation from Joe.Â
âDonât know what you are, yet. But I know that youâre going to be the best kid. Youâre already the greatest thing thatâs ever happened to me, other than your mom, and that really scares me if Iâm being completely honest. But Iâm gonna be the best I can be for you, cause you deserve everything. Your dad loves you, goodnight.âÂ
You canât help but smile as Joe tugs you closer to his side, careful not to interfere with your sleep as you drift off for the night.Â
For now, your world is still just the two of you, but itâs about to get so much bigger as you eagerly await for the arrival of your newest member.Â
leila yaps (does anyone even read this): MY DARLINGSSS đ„č, I promise Iâm still obsessed with these two I just was going through it for the past like week and a half (diva down) but diva is on the up again (hopefully đ), so excited for these two to grow their little family.
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My god⊠this is so best friend, roommate Patrick when you get home from a trip and you open the door to him basically naked, shorts low on his hips so you can see his happy trail. Heâs slick with sweat and irritable, tells you the maintenance guy canât come to fix the AC until Monday. All weekend youâre trying to cool down and Patrick tells you to walk around basically naked like him. Itâs not a big deal and it doesnât need to be a thing. by the time Monday rolls around, you and Patrick have had disgusting sweaty sex in his bed multiple times and sex in the shower each time after that. Really bad because you have a boyfriend!
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