(name) shook as billy left the apartment, having just been told he knocked up (name) and without a word left.
That was an hour ago (name)s Omega feeling waves of rejection as he held his stomach, he should have known billy wouldn't want a pup with him.
Why would he?
He didn't even know why billy was dating him to begin with, but now he knew the tipping point.
Shaking he walked to the bedroom and when he noticed the nest that had billies clothes he wanted to cry harder and he did, grief and rage bubbling inside him as he tore the nest down, throwing billies stuff out in a fit of rage.
He abandoned him!
He abandoned his pup!
(Name) was pumping out foul pharamones as he slowly accepted that his alpha abandoned his mate.
How was he going to tell his sister?
(Name) was a mess at this point sobbing and clutching clothes as he realized he ruined the nest he had Billy help him make.
When billie left he wasn't thinking, needing to gather his thoughts after being presented with some earth shattering news.
He didn't think "hey maybe tell your already stressed mate they you need to go think for a bit about how your terrified of becoming your dad"
So when he came back and smelt a putrid odor he stormed to the bedroom to see (name) basically on the verge of a drop and crying helplessly.
He was completely dissociative when billie approached him, the blond noticing he was scratching his scent gland and the nest was ruined "baby...?"
"Alpha left... He's gone..." (Name) mumbled as he stared off, body shaking violently and Billy felt...he felt like his dad.
He caused his mate so much emotional pain without even thinking.
"Shhh, alphas here" gently he pulled (name) into his lap, face pressed into billies neck and held him close and felt his heart break as (name) repeated his previous sentence, his Omega going through the process of dealing with rejection but billy wasn't going to let his baby feel like that.
"Shit, baby no I'm here alphas here"
He scented (name) for hours and slowly the other became aware "where did you go...?"
"I had to think baby"
"I needed you...."
"I know I was a selfish prick but I'm here baby"
"Won't leave?"
"Never baby"
The two sat like that while (name) cried, the blond kissing his head and scenting him.
When (name) fell asleep in his arms Billie just held him close, vowing to never make (name) feel the way his dad made his mom feel again.
(Name) actively made him want to be better and do better, calling him out on his bullshit and making him feel like piss for his treatment to both max and Lucas and actually mending the relationship a bit.
He couldn't handle losing his everything, he was terrified of the concept of fatherhood but was willing to try for the other.
Gently he caressed the others belly, where his kid...his pup was and felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him.
Though this was a different kind, not his usual kind with (name) but more...paternal.
It was wild.
Billy didn't think he deserved this, he was an awful person who did shitty things but here he was, with an amazing Omega and a god damn baby on the way.
"I got you baby... I'm going nowhere" his voice shaky as he lifted (name) and brought him to bed, kicking off his shoes as the Omega clung helplessly to him.
The one where they are dating not the one with baby
Omegaverse
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It had been two months since Eddie and (name) went on their first impromptu date and Eddie had begun the courting process with a shirt of his.
"It's not much but..." Eddie was a little shy but looked confused at (name)s big grin as he took it from his hands and led him into the omegas room, the brunette watching in awe as (name) carefully tucked it in his nest before going to his bed and giving Eddie a smaller pillow that was heavy with his scent "now you have something!"
Eddie carefully took the soft pillow and even just holding it he could smell the addictive aroma that was (name) "now when I'm not there to cuddle you can still smell me" (name) said sweetly and Eddie used all his strength to not pounce and kiss his beautiful face.
"Thanks sweetness"
Eddie watched as (name) blushed at the nickname, learning quickly at how weak the Omega was at pretty pet names like that but he also learned it was only when Eddie did it.
He gave Tommy a very heated glare when he tried flirting.
Eddie would not lie when he said it was really hot.
He also learned despite being a softer Omega, he has stood up for his brother and little friends especially on Halloween when apparently Billy tried running them over.
Not to mention he was very big on Omega rights.
Eddie was a little shocked when he found out he needed his mate or an alpha to open a bank account for him.
He was everything and more and Eddie wanted to spend his life with him.
He also didn't judge him for graduating late!
"So this Friday... I was wondering if you could do something for me" (name) said softly and looked at Eddie hopefully "and what's that baby?"
"I need you to scent stuff for me"
Eddie was a little confused and (name) took it upon himself to explain further "my heat is Monday and I want your scent in my nest" by now (name)s face was beet red and Eddie felt his heart explode "you want...my scent in your nest?"
"Well yeah, you're my alpha "
His alpha.
Eddie was his alpha.
Eddie blue screened right there as (name) looked at him all blushy and stuff "is that...is that ok?"
"Angel...that's amazing" Eddie replied finally coming down from cloud nine to look at his sweet boyfriend who stared back with stars in his eyes "then Friday you come here whenever, it will take a while so I will make sure there's snacks" and then (name) began rambling happily and Eddie just watched lovestruck as he saw his Omega talk away happily.
When Friday came he could already smell the difference in his omegas pharamones.
It was heavenly.
(Name) gently took Eddie's hands, the cool sensation of his rings felt nice against (name)s warm hands and his large hands basically engulfed the omegas.
Eddie sat before (name) and his deconstructed nest as the Omega handed him things to scent, purring as he watched Eddie rub them around his neck.
(Name) was far more touchy and cuddly, very obviously in his preheat "I'm gonna miss you during those days baby, I will be waiting every day until it passes" Eddie's voice was like velvet to (name) as he watched him scent his stuff and couldn't help himself as he pushed himself into Eddie's arms, snuggling into his chest.
Eddie chuckled at his boyfriend before scenting him and then the pattern started.
Nesting materials
Nesting materials
(Name)
This went on for hours until Mrs.Henderson came in with snacks and chuckled at (name)s behaviour "at least he isn't being all guard Omega over poor Dusty"
(Name) was completely blissed out as the two spoke "What do you mean?"
"Well when omegas are presented with pups during a heat they get really protective over them and Dusty could barely go to the bathroom without poor (name) following him"
Eddie couldn't help but imagine that and laugh, (name) sure was something else.
"Well I will leave you two to this, if he gets more feral call for me" she said and left the two, Eddie taking a sandwich and taking a bite before offering it to (name) and the Omega took a bite before going back into his chest.
When Eddie finished, (name) finally pried himself from the Alphas chest and began his nest building and Eddie was fascinated by it as he watched the other carefully weave the materials into what had to say was the best nest he has ever seen.
Even if it was the only nest he had ever seen.
Not a lot of omegas wanted to hang around Eddie, more interested in stereotypical alphas like Steve and Billy so it was pretty new and learned as he went.
Thank god he semi payed attention to sex Ed.
It was late evening by time (name) finished and turned to look at Eddie with an intensity and before he knew it he was pushed gently in the best with an Omega snuggling into him and Eddie just followed his instincts and held him close, their scents mingling.
When Eddie was finally freed he was given the shirt (name) was wearing, heavy with preheat pharamones that Eddie may or may not jerk off too later.
"By baby, be good yeah?"
(Name) pouted at his words and Eddie leaned to kiss his pouty lips and pulling away before (name) could deepen it "see you in a few days baby"
Eddie by no means wanted to leave him but he knew he needed to.
He wouldn't do anything until his mate was read---
Wait what.
Did he just call (name) his mate?
The words felt nice in his mind, Eddie smiling like a fool as he drove home.
His clothes reeked of (name) and he couldn't be happier.
Eddie was known for many things, being chaotic and loud and dramatic to boot.
(Name) wasn't expecting him to be a gentleman as he opened the door for (name) the two deciding to take Eddie's van and blasting Eddies mixtape.
The two decided to grab a bite to eat "you really can play the guitar? That's so cool!" (Name) said almost star struck while Eddie preened at the praise from the pretty omega "I can teach you sometime if you like..."
"I think I would like that" (name) said softly as they went and ordered their food before sitting down beside each other and the two talked for what seemed like forever while eating.
Eventually they ended up in (name)s room, snuggling while watching a movie and (name) felt safe in the metal heads arms as Eddie gently drew circles on his arm "I had fun..." (Name) said softly, snuggling "wanna do it again?" (Name) asked hopefully and Eddie smiled "and miss an opportunity to be with you? Of course "
(Name) was giddy as he looked up at him the two locked eyes, it felt like time slowed down and Eddie gently took his cheek before pulling him into a kiss, a soft whine leaving his lips.
The two began slowly making out and Eddie moved to be on top of (name), the two subconsciously scenting one another "god you're so pretty..." Eddie mumbled against his lips as he gently moved his hand to touch the others scent gland "how far do you wanna go Omega?" Eddie asked seriously between kisses and (name) paused "I-I don't think I'm ready for...that yet" (name) mumbled as he played with Eddies jacket "but I like the kissing" he said hopefully and Eddie smiled wide "I like the kissing too baby"
(Name) blushed at the nickname as they resumed kissing, Eddie kissing down his neck and leaving Hickeys before returning to his lips.
Eventually they just relaxed into soft kisses, (name) playing gently with Eddies hair "you know he totally set this up right?" (Name) mumbled "oh most definitely" Eddie laughed as he looked back at the small tv "oh no, our movie" Eddie said with mock sadness "what a shame..." (Name) joked back as the two giggled at their dumb sense of humor.
"So I heard you finally passed " (name) said softly and Eddie looked triumphant "damn right! I'm walking on that stage baby!"
"Congratulations, it's a big achievement " (name) said softly as the two got into a cuddling position and honestly? Eddie could die happy knowing he had the prettiest and most wonderful Omega in his arms right now.
(Name) thought all his dramatic and wild antics were funny and cute not to mention he actually took interest when Eddie talked about his hobbies.
He was perfect.
The two spent the night cuddling and kissing before (name) passed out to the sound of Eddie's heartbeat and the smell of his detergent and cologne mixed with his scent of pine and coffee.
It's a smell he decided was perfect .
Eddie stared at the Omega with wonder, the Alpha had an urge to keep him close and never let him go.
To scent him.
To bond with him.
Looking around the room he took in everything that made (name) well (name), the books and trinkets and in the corner of the room lay a nest and honestly Eddie hoped one day (name) would allow him in that nest.
It looked nice.
Eventually Eddie joined (name) in sleep, the two snuggling close.
"So you basically set up (name) and Eddie on a date?" Will asked incredulously and Dustin nodded "yup! You saw the way they looked at each other!"
"Wait, (names)s on a date with Eddie Munson?" Johnathan asked Dustin, overhearing the conversation as the four teens nodded "oh yeah, they had gaga eyes and everything"
It was no secret that Dustin Henderson had an unreasonably pretty older brother, it was a fact.
Mikey, Lukas and Will all knew him well, the Omega was usually the one to watch them when they had sessions at their home and was a friend of Nancy. Normally their mom would collect Dustin from club activities at school but today (name) had to as their mom was out of town visiting family leaving (name) with the task, the school was a bit creepy as he walked through the halls while slurping down a slushy, the drink still far too full to make noise as he stood infront of the hellfire club doors where yelling could be heard from the other side.
Quietly (name) knocked on the door, not wanting to be rude and just barge in he heard swearing as the door opened to reveal Mike looking confused and a bit annoyed until he realized who was at the other side "oh hey (name)" mike said more relaxed as he opened the door more to let the pretty Omega in, all eyes immediately on him.
Eddie stared him down before standing up and strutting towards the pretty man "well well... If it isn't the siren that is Hendersons brother" Eddie said with a big grin as he bowed at (name) slightly, the Omega tilting his head slightly as he looked into those pretty brown eyes before turning to look at his brother "I'm here to collect you, it's 6" (name) said simply as Dustin sighed "were almost done, just a little longer?"
(Name) thought for a second before agreeing, a bit awkward as he was the only Omega in a room full of alphas and betas but sat beside his brother awkwardly and watched the others immerse themselves and was kind of in awe at how Eddie took over the room and tried not to giggle at some of the voices he did for NPC characters not realizing Eddie was playing up a bit more for him.
Eddie could feel the pretty boy's eyes on him every so often and would stare back with a smirk, the two making eye contact until (name) decided his drink was far more interesting and eventually (name) looked at his watch and realized how late it was "shit..."
"What is it angel?" Eddie said with a head tilt and (name) looked at his brother "it's almost 9"
The room went quiet as they checked their watches "we shall continue this tomorrow!" Eddie said loudly as everyone collected their stuff, (name) giving his brother the last bit of the slushy as the large group walked out and tossed the cup in a trash can.
"Shoot... Forgot my notebook" Dustin said in realization as he quickly ran back to the class to retrieve it, leaving (name) to wait by the car "will I be seeing you tomorrow?" Eddie asked leaning against the car and smiling at (name) who tilted his head with a sweet smile "we will just have to wait and see... dungeon Master"
The Omegas words did things to Eddie as (name) gently placed a hand on the brunettes chest and leaned forward "goodnight Eddie" before walking to the drivers seat as Dustin came back with his notebook "Later Eddie!"
Eddie watched them drive off with a playful smile, he knew (name) would be there tomorrow.
He saw the way he looked at him
"So are you and Eddie gonna date or something?" Dustin asked as the siblings grabbed McDonald's for dinner and (name) choking slightly on his drink "What would make you think that?!"
"Don't act like I didn't see you two looking at each other"
"What would you say if I did consider going on a date with him"
"He would treat you right" Dustin said resolutely and (name) smiled, the siblings finishing their meals before going home.
The next day (name) dropped Dustin off, dressed in a soft sweater and jeans as the younger beta talked animatedly about the campaign so far, giving more context to the events and (name) nodded along.
He didn't really get d&d but he was happy it made his brother so happy.
"Well well, he does show" Eddie says with a big ol' grin and (name) rolls his eyes "well if you don't want me here..." (Name) said playfully as Dustin dragged him to the spot he was at the night previously but this time no drink as they prepared the set up, Eddie watching as (name) looked at the table curious.
Four hours passed and eventually they took a 15 minute break to pee or smoke and (name) stood up to stretch not realizing it was just him and Eddie in the room "I knew you would show"
"Did you?"
The two stared at each other as Eddie walked close "yes I did" he said staring into (name)s soul with a big grin "what can I say... Some things left me...captivated"
(Name) was not afraid to match Eddie's energy as the brunette chuckled and the two were practically touching nose to nose "really? May I ask what things?"
Before things could go on further the others returned causing (name) to back away.
"(Name), is it cool if I stay at wills tonight?" Dustin asked his brother "I don't see why not" (name) said as everyone packed up, Eddie perking up at this news.
"The fair (name)... All alone" Eddie teased "I won't be alone if you take me out instead" (name) fired back with a smirk and Eddie halted "for real?"
(Name) nodded with a playful look on his face and walked out, Eddie not too far behind with a smirk.
tags: non/dub-con, FAUXCEST, dad/son play, consensual on some aspects non consensual on others, creampie as usual lol, psychical abuse/beatings, manipulation, emotional and psychological abuse, top homelander, homie's abandonment issues, reader has heavy daddy issues, john whimpers <3, kind of rough sex, a little bit of manhandling.
autor's note: wrote this while listening to put me in a movie lol, anyways sublander x ftm reader fic coming soon!!
The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below. Homelander stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, cape draped over a chair, watching the lights flicker like distant stars he could crush if he wanted. You were curled up on the massive couch behind him, knees drawn to your chest, wearing one of his oversized Vought shirts that swallowed your smaller frame.
You hadnât spoken in twenty minutes. Just watched him. Needed him close, you could stare at him, at his back, at his very own form, for hours.
John turned, that warm, paternal smile spreading across his face when he saw you. âThereâs my boy. Come here, sweetheart.â
You scrambled up immediately, anxious energy making your movements jerky. You crossed the room and pressed yourself against his chest, arms wrapping tightly around his waist. He smelled safe, familiar. The only constant you had left in the world.
He wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head. âShh. Daddyâs got you.â
The word slipped out so naturally for him now. You never corrected it anymore.
You nuzzled deeper into his chest, heart racing. âI had that dream again. The one where you leave me like he didâ where Iâm not good enough.â
He. Your father. Although you never referred to him as that anymore, John had forbidden for you to do so, he wasn't your father no more, John was.
Johnâs grip tightened, almost too tight. Suffocating. âI would never leave you. Youâre my son. My boy.â He kissed the top of your head, tender and lingering. âYouâre perfect, you worship me the way a son should.â
You clung harder, anxiety easing slightly at his praise. You needed this â the warmth, the protection, the illusion of a real father.
The sexual part of you agreement...you avoided it as much as you could. Every time Johnâs hands wandered too far, every time he pulled you into his lap with that certain look in his eyes, youâd tense up and try to redirect. You wanted a dad. NotâŚwhatever this twisted thing had become.
That night, after a long day of Vought appearances, he was especially clingy.
You were in his bed â he insisted you sleep there most nights âso I can protect you.â You were curled against his side in just sleep pants, head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
âYou were quiet during the meeting today.â He murmured, fingers stroking through your hair. âIs something wrong, sweetheart?â
You hesitated. âI justâŚI felt small. When you were talking to the team. Like I donât belong next to you, or in The Seven.â
His hand stilled. You felt the shift in his mood immediately, that dangerous volatility beneath the tenderness.
âYou donât feel like you belong?â His voice stayed sweet, but there was steel underneath. âAfter everything Iâve done for you? I took you in. I made you part of my family. And you still doubt me?â
Your anxiety spiked. âIâm sorry, John. I didnât mean it like that, I don'tâ I don't doubt you. I justââ
He sat up suddenly, pulling you with him. His hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. âYouâre mine. My son, my boy. Say it.â
âIâm your sonâ your...your boy.â You whispered, eyes watering, lips trembling as you spoke.
He smiled again, but it didnât reach his eyes. âGood boy.â
Then he kissed you.
You tried to pull back slightly â not aggressively, just enough to breathe, to keep it from turning into more. But John chased your mouth, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. One hand slipped under your shirt, rubbing slow circles on your back, then lower.
You tensed.
âJohnâŚwait.â you mumbled against his lips. âCan we justâŚcuddle tonight? Iâm really tired.â
His eyes flashed with irritation. The paternal mask cracked for a second.
âYouâre rejecting me?â He asked softly, dangerously soft.
âIâm not rejecting you.â You said quickly, voice trembling. âI justâŚI want to be close to you, but notânot like that.â
The slap came fast.
Not hard enough to bruise permanently, but sharp enough to sting and snap your head to the side. You gasped, tears immediately spilling over, a whine bubbling up your throat.
âYou donât get to decide what kind of love you need.â John said calmly, terrifyingly calm, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. âI know whatâs best for my boy. Iâve always known.â
He pulled you back in, kissing you harder this time. You didnât fight. You never really fought. He was all you had. The only person who made you feel wanted. So you let him strip you, let him lay you down, let him touch you everywhere.
He was tender even when he was possessive. He kissed down your chest, sucking lightly on your nipples until they were sensitive and peaked, he dreamed of letting them leak milk one day. His hands mapped every inch of you like you were something precious and fragile.
âMy perfect son.â He whispered reverently as he pushed inside you. You whimpered at the stretch, fingers digging into his shoulders. âSo tight for Daddy. So good.â
You didnât call him Daddy unless he made you. It felt wrong. Too close to what you actually cravedâ a real father.
But John loved hearing it.
He fucked you slow and deep, face buried in your neck, whispering sweet, suffocating thingss as he whimpered. âYouâll never leave me, not like the othersâ weâre...fuckâ we're family. Real family. Iâll keep you safe forever.â
You nodded, tears slipping down your temples. You came quietly, ashamed of how your body responded even when your mind screamed for a simpler affection. John followed soon after, filling you with a low whine, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe.
Afterward, he didnât pull out. He kept you plugged, stroking your hair as you trembled in his arms.
âYouâre mine.â He whispered, voice vulnerable and filled with whatever form of love he could give. âDad loves you more than anything.â
The cycle repeated.
Days were almost normal. Heâd take you flying over the city, hold you close while he praised you constantly â âMy smart boy.â, âMy strong sonâ, âThe only one who truly sees me.â Youâd light up every time, clinging to his arm, anxious if he was more than a few feet away.
But at night, the lines blurred.
You tried to avoid it. Youâd make excuses â headaches, bad dreams, exhaustion from training. Sometimes he accepted them, looking disappointed and bored. Sometimes he didnât.
One night you pushed too far.
Youâd pulled away when he tried to kiss you deeper, turning your head. âJohn, please. I just want a hug tonight, likeâ a normal hug.â
The silence that followed was terrifying.
He grabbed your wrist, yanking you back. âNormal?â His voice was deceptively calm, yet you could tell by his eyes he was full of rage. He always was. âYou think any of this is normal? I gave you a family. I chose you. And you throw it in my face?â
The first hit was a backhand across your cheek. The second was harder, then the third came, and the fourth, and so on and on. You curled up on the bed, sobbing quietly as he stood over you.
âI hate hurting you.â He said softly, almost sadly. You almost believed it. You wantef to believe him. âBut you need to learn. Good sons donât reject their fathers.â
He pulled you into his arms afterward, cradling you like a child while you cried. He kissed the bruises heâd left, rocking you gently.
âIâm sorry, baby. But you scared me. I thought you were going to leave me.â He said, sounding pathetic.
âI wonât.â You whispered brokenly. âYouâre all I have.â
You stayed because the world outside was cold and terrifying. Because when John was tender â brushing your hair, feeding you, telling you stories about how heâd build an empire for âhis sonââ it felt like the father youâd always dreamed of.
Even when he twisted it.
Even when he held you down and fucked you while whispering âDaddyâs here.â Even when you woke up with bruises and his cum still leaking out of you.
You stayed because the alternative âbeing alone again, not having a fatherâ was worse.
One quiet evening, after heâd been especially gentle, you were curled in his lap on the bed. His arms were locked around you, chin resting on your head.
âYouâre happy, right?â He asked, voice unusually vulnerable. âWith me as your Dad?â
You swallowed hard. âYes, Dad.â
He smiled, a cold thing that didn't reach his eyes, kissing your temple. âGood boy.â
His hand slid down your thigh, possessive and promising. You tensed but didnât pull away.
Because he was your father.
Because he was your everything.
And in his suffocating, obsessive love, you had finally found a place to belongâ no matter how twisted it had become.
choso was such a desperate boyfriend, always clinging to you wherever you guys went whether it be holding your hand or having his arms wrapped around your waist so it's no surprise he was even more clingy when you were riding him but you thought of a solution for that.
"please baby... just take them off" he pulls against the fuzzy handcuffs you had locked around his hands "mm mm mr touchy you're on punishment now" you roll your hips against him making his whole body shudder more.
"i just wanna feel you" he lifts his body to kiss you but you push him back onto the bed and leaning down to him, your lips just barely touching his "baby" he whines lifting his head a little just to feel your breath against him "how bad do you want it cho" you tease him bouncing up and down slightly on his already milked cock.
"so bad" he whimpers out pulling the cuffs again and after a couple seconds of thinking you fold, unlocking the handcuffs and immediately chosos hands fly to your waist, thrusting his hips upward into you, his dick hitting every good spot in you until you were moaning out his name and your mouth was lolling open.
"fuck fuck fuck you feel so good baby" he throws his head back into the bed, teeth gritted together while he plows into you "choso i want it so bad" you moan leaning down to kiss him "really" his eyes light up "mhm cum in me please" you beg planting your hands on his chest to keep you up as choso fucked you deeper.
"ngh fuckkk" choso moans out before shooting his load in you, his hips snapping upward to make sure he keeps every drop in you "i fucking love you" you laugh kissing chosos messy face "not as much as i love you" he pulls you closer to kiss you.
request: Hi can i request any sort of x reader story were the reader has a small dick and whoever the story's with likes that and has a big dick.
warnings: smut, cursing, humiliation, HEAVY degradation, dacryphilia, creampie, unprotected sex, reader crying, face slapping, ass slapping, reader has a smaller dick
"look at that, such a pathetic little dick huh, bet that's why you went gay because no woman would ever let you fuck her with that shrimp dick" billy spat down at you layed under him, he was just so much bigger and better than you, bigger cock, more friends, more bitches.
and all you were was the school nerd and punching bag to billy, but he decided to do something a little more after one day he came to pick up his homework that you did, he was pent up and you were the perfect bitch to fuck to get a nut off and fuck you he did.
he slapped his larger dick on yours, making you feel even more embarrassed than you already were "now what are you" billy asked delivering a harsh slap to your face and grabbing your chin to make you look at him "you good little bitch" you mumble "mm mm say it louder" he said slowly pushing his dick in you "im your good little bitch" you said louder.
"that's right good boy" he spat on you, rubbing it all over your face, he loved seeing you so pathetic under him, it just made him feel more superior in his mundane life, and seeing the slight tears drop down your face just made it even better to see.
"what, is the lil bitch gonna cry" billy smirked as he pounded into you mercilessly "go ahead cry, cry like a good fuck slut" he taunted you, holding your hands above your head while his dick worked in and out of you and slowly but surely more tears dropped down the side of your face.
"that's right, all your good for is getting bullied, doing my homework, and taking my cock, my very own cumdump, say it, say your my cumdump" billy ordered and when it took you a little to long to respond he layed a hard smack on your ass "im your good little cumdump" you whimpered "who's good little cumdump" he teased again.
"billys good cumdump" you sobbed, the pleasure going on down below was just enough to make you cum to the humility of billy "oh my fucking good is that how you cum, there's only like a little bit coming out, you're such a fucking bitch, you're only gay because this is what you were born to be, a bitch for another mans pleasure" billy laughed pulling your to slap his bigger dick on your smaller.
before sliding right back in you to fill you up with his load, he held your legs open to push the load nice and deep in you "when i come back tomorrow you better be face down ass up, maybe even in a skirt" he smirked putting his pants back on and walking out the house leaving your a mess.
My head bumped up against the car door, in theory making out with the newest and hottest resident of Hawkins, in the back of his 1979 Chevrolet Camaro. It truly was every boy's wet dream, but I watched as he pulled back if only for a moment and severely judged how much head-way he had and practically threw his head at the roof. He let out a deep groan as he made contract.
âFuck, pretty boy this shit isnât working.â I wanted to say otherwise but the way I was laid squished against the leather, I was more inclined to agree. I pushed myself up elbows propping myself up.
âYou think?â I watched him hold the same hunger that originally made me crawl into the back seat of his Camaro, and that look was more than tempting, but my body was already aching and not in the fun way, âWe could go to my place? My parents are out. Unless you have other plans?â
A smirk came quickly as he nodded like I had just said the best thing he heard all day and not to pat myself on the back or anything but I did. I totally did. I didn't rush as I jumped into the passenger seat, wasn't buzzing with excitement. I was cool and collected, like inviting guys back to my place was second nature and not at all foreign. The car sped off hard. I barely had a moment to buckle up, aiming for casualness as I told him my address, but missing by a mile.
I didn't let myself think too much about that, as the ease he was looking at made me forget any embarrassment. I watched as he pulled up, headlight turning off. And surprisingly opening up my door for me. âDidnât expect you to be so chivalrous.â
âWell don't get used to it,â he leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. âGonna, be anything but kind once I get you underneath me, Baby boy.â A hard shiver ran through me as he nipped at my ear. I was screwed.
I led him inside, straight to my room, âStraight to business, hm?â His voice was light and teasing. âWell I won't complain too much,â his hand gripped my waist as he pushed his hard length against my own. âGod, I'm going to ruin you.â
All I could do was nod dumbly at that, âI won't object.â What a complete stupid thing to say but it made him chuckle. So maybe that was enough.
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Can't believe I just started watching Stranger Things. Billy's character is a total ass, but if he isn't the prettiest of boys! Literally my favorite character.
This is just a small writing thing to get me back into the rhythm of writing. As of now I have my muse lol. Hopefully I can actually start writing more y/n. If I even still have people wanting my work.
Request: 'hey, i really wanna request a billy hargrove x male reader (au where billy lives ofc and third person), where the reader is billys gay awakening cause the reader is just that pretty, how billy reacts to it and how it would be like to be billys first bf. it can be headcannons or an actual one shot, its up to u: thank you so much'
Oh my gosh, thank you so much for requesting this, I love this idea. I know it has been a long while, but hopefully you do come across this.
So this is the second piece I have written after three years, please let me know your thoughts. I know the person who requested this did so years ago (randomly loads of my requests vanished and some remained) but now I am back, I thought I would give it ago. If you are still active, I hope you enjoy. Thank you so much for requesting this, and being so patient. Thank you.
I hope that everyone who reads it, enjoys it. It is my first time writing internal homophobia, and a gay awakening and I hope I do not upset anyone, or did it wrong. I am so sorry if I did, that was not my intention, I will take it down.
I also haven't watched Stranger Things since Season Four came out, I tried to do Billy from memory.
Obviously, as I have never experienced internal homophobia, or a gay awakening, I cannot do the emotions someone feels justice, or make people who have experienced this feel seen. I have tried my best to do so.
Warnings: swear words, bad language, 80s contemporary homophobia, homophobic slurs (In no shape or form do I condone homophobia), self depreciation, coming out, mention of alcoholism, sexual themes, internal homophobia
Words: 1.8
Disclaimer:Â This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.
This should only be found on my blog.
Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 â .
A/N:Â Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added.
Thank you.
:)
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Billy Hargrove is not gay. Not even a little. Not even inclined for a little experimentation.
At least that is what he tells himself.
That is what he tells himself when his new friend bends over and his eyes linger on his arse. That is what he tells himself when (Y/n) smiles at him, and his heart stutters ever so slightly.
They had met this summer, a friend of Harringtonâs, but mostly his sister Maxine. Whilst Billy was out of his mind with the Mind Flayer, (Y/n) had been trying to stop him.
(Y/n) is a very pretty boy. Not in a feminine way, pretty can be either. His hair, so silky, although Billyâs is much better.
After the whole being stabbed by the flayer, missing fatal organs, he had to lie in the hospital for months, and on the first night he awoke, (Y/n) dropped off some cookies his mother made, and a get well soon balloon. The balloon made Billy smile very wide.
His father was still a dick, but apparently being your child being on the brink of death can make one kinder. He hadnât been smacked since before.
Against his better judgement, Billy has found himself seeking out (Y/n). Now that they have both graduated before the summer, there isnât as big an excuse to see him, so instead he opts to rent a movie every night (Y/n) is working. Thank you, Robin. Unfortunately, it does take quite a lump from his mechanic jump as it adds up, so now he can only buy one a week, but he does browse the other days.
Billy is not a queer. No fucking way.
(Y/n) is just good to look at. Nice arms, great arse â he means well sculpted arse via genetics.
He continues to tell himself that when he searches for (Y/n) at Tinaâs Halloween party â youâd think sheâd stay at college, apparently not this weekend. He may have had one too many turns on the Keg, and beers. He doesnât drink as much anymore! Rarely, so his tolerance has weakened a bit.
âHi,â he smirks, charmingly, and (Y/n) has to stifle a laugh, turning away from the people they had been watching for the past five minutes.â
âHey dude, enjoying the party?â
Billy frowns at that, that generic term, âdude? I am not dude.â
âSorry California,â (Y/n) jokes patting him on the shoulder, ignoring the way it causes his fingers to tingle. âDidnât mean to upset you.â Billy was known for his temper, but the last few months heâs been gentler, not so abrupt. Less of a dick.
Billy grumbles to himself, before sighing, smiling in a dazzling way which causes butterflies in the gentleman opposite. He wasnât drunk, but felt free, it reminded him of why he drank before. Not that he would again, Maxine said she preferred him this way. He looks (Y/n) up and down, denim jacket, denim jeans with a great belt and a colourful shirt. Handsome. His hair looks so beautiful under the light, so smooth.
âPretty.â
(Y/n)âs posture straightens, he stands sharp, âwhat?â Poor Billyâs eyes widen and he jumps, standing tall.
âI didnât mean it like that, I donât â I wasnât â Iâm not a queer -â
âYouâre prettier.â
The breath gets caught in Billyâs throats as he meets (Y/n)âs eyes as he winks. A flush spreads across Billyâs cheeks, shocking (Y/n). Billy can blush. Wait, no way did the Billy Hargrove feel attraction towards him? Nahhh. Billy with his muscles, brave scars, and fantastic hair, not to mention the smile he gave him before.
âShit,â Billy laughs to himself.
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What unfolded over the next couple of months was friendship. If friendship equated making out.
Though it was the best kissing of Billyâs life, with women it was always about pleasure, but with (Y/n) he didnât shut his eyes or rush, he enjoyed it, felt a tingling in his skin not just his groin.
Billy had kissed (Y/n) first, about four weeks after the party, when (Y/n) told him about a terrible date with this guy. Billy did not like sharing and before he could think, let the sting in his heart guide him to lean across the car seats and kiss him. It was a great kiss, slow, and felt good.
Billy Hargrove is not gay.
This is what he tells himself presently when (Y/n) confronts him, as his heart quickens in his chest, his palms sweating.
Billy groans, grinding his hips down as he kisses his friend. âPretty,â he mumbles away to himself, hand in (Y/n)âs silky hair. That moment is interrupted when (Y/n) pulls away, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed.
âBilly, what is this?â
âWhat do you mean?â Billy looks down at him, getting off (Y/n) with his own swollen lips. He canât take his eyes off (Y/n)âs lips, and he smirks to himself. Proof he was there.
âI mean -,â the man pushes himself onto his elbows, leaning his wait as he looks to him, âwe kiss.â
âYes,â Billy smirks.
âThis isnât a things friends do.â
Oh. Billy gulps, watching as (Y/n) fixes his shirt, then combs back his hair with his hands. Pretty.
âBilly? Are you gonna say anything?â
His eyes snap up to him. Itsâs just a simple Wednesday afternoon, he tells himself. House empty, both of them have the day off. Itâs not like they are doing anything. He kisses girls all the time, although not in a while, since before the Mind Flayer.
âRight,â (Y/n) sighs, pushing himself up, and Billy panics, watching him get off the bed. He feels sick, his stomach in turmoil and his throat swollen. âI should have known, no way a homophobic guy like yourself likes men.â (Y/n) rolls his eyes. He knows the struggle himself, but there is no point in denying anything if it will just make you suffer more for the expense of others. Â
âWait,â Billy grabs his wrist before (Y/n) can take his wallet off the bedside cabinet. âLook, I â I. I like when we kiss. But does it have to be anything serious? Iâm not a queer.â
âOh my god,â (Y/n) scoffs, the smile that had been forming very quickly dropping. âFuck off, Hargrove. Iâm not your therapist.â He puts his wallet in his pocket and turns to him, one last time. âIâm not your boyfriend; I donât have to wait for you.â
Billy gulps as his eyes meet (Y/n)âs beautiful ones. Gosh such a gorgeous colour. He feels sick to the stomach that someone can be so pretty. âWait.â He cannot bear the idea of (Y/n) leaving, at least on these terms, even if they kiss, they are friends, and he enjoys his company.
âLook, I -,â Billy sighs, and climbs off the bed, running a hand through his hair. âI donât like men.â
âPlease, I see the way you look at Josh Brolin in The Goonies.â (Y/n) scoffs again.
âItâs the eyes. And the jaw. Who wouldnât stare?â Billy tries to explain, taking a step closer. So much he wants to say. He gulps, shutting his eyes. He feels things for (Y/n) and admittedly he does find men attractive, not in the same way Steve or other straight men do, attractive like how he should have felt about women. Heâs scared, he doesnât want to do it alone, he doesnât want to do it at all if (Y/n) isnât there. âI admi -,â he opens his eyes, and almost gasps at the soft look in (Y/n)âs eyes, the soft brow and earnestness. âI admit. I feel things for you⌠physically, and emotionally.â
Billy has to look away, clenching his fists as his eyes well.
âBilly,â (Y/n) utters slowly raising a hand to cup his chin, as if scared he will run away. Billy slowly opens his eyes, fighting the urge to bite his lip, bite back the sobs that wish to escape.
For a second, they just look into each otherâs eyes, their chests heaving, âyou like me?â (Y/n) utters.
Billy tries to look away, but he remains a gentle hold on his chin. âY â yes.â
âDo you want to be in a relationship with me?â (Y/n) hopes so, oh he hopes so. They have grown close, and he wouldnât have ever kissed Billy back if he didnât have a small crush on him already.
Billy gazes at the ceiling, some tears escaping. Gosh he wishes this was allowed, moral. Even if those smartasses were saying the Bible never forbade men and men, it was boy and men, incorrectly translated in the most recent version the past centuries, and that Romans used to fuck whoever, that wasnât what everyone was raised to believe in this town. And what about other religions? Other cultures? All spat down on them. Sure, there were people who did not care, even supported it, not his Dad. Probably. Actually definitely, he is a dick.
Why can life not be easier? More accepting. How can he love himself if no one else will?
Well.
Actually, he is a swell guy, cool, hot. He doesnât actually care what other people think, now thinking about it, except the dick who donated his sperm, his new wife and her daughter.
He never gave any fucks about what people thought before. Why now?
âYes.â
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The year that followed was the hardest. Billy coming to terms with being gay, in a relationship. Not that he was ungrateful, this pretty man saved his life. It took a while to navigate a relationship, the workings of it, Billy had never dated anyone before. (Y/n) was patient, he had his own things to come to terms with too, not just the fact he was dating the previous Dickhead of Hawkins.
Billy is protective, punching any man who insults him, and beating up any who question (Y/n) or their relationship. Maxine and Robin were the most understanding, his father not so much.
Billy adores (Y/n) showering him with kisses, cleaning his car, and room, and gifts whenever he can, that he can afford. Their sex is great, Billy was very excited to learn.
After a while they fell in love, and where before Billy would have gave up, he never does. (Y/n) and him stay together, helping each other, talking to each other. They bring out the best in each other, as Billyâs therapist says. (Y/n) and Maxine suggested he see one, after the events of the year before, and he is so glad he did.
When the Upside Down causes chaos again, Billy is always in front of his boyfriend, protecting. Even if it annoys said boyfriend.
By the end of the decade, he is in a leading position at the mechanic shop. His colleagues were suspicious at first, but knew Billy, knew not to be dicks. (Y/n) is quite successful themselves, and even Billyâs Dad is starting to come to terms with it, thanks to his wife.
Billy is fiercely loyal. Very in love. He even cooksâ dinner each evening, as he gets in first despite his late hours, although he does enjoy (Y/n)âs cooking.
Overall, Billy Hargrove is gay. He thanks God every day that (Y/n) thought Billy was prettier.
you hated billy and billy hated you but damn did you two fuck good, some nights he would ask you to come over and you would reluctantly show up at his door, it would start as some arguing which would die down into flirting which would end up with you in his bed
"i fucking hate you so much" you say in between making out with billy "sure you do baby" he had the most shit eating smirk on his face while grinding your ass on his hardening bulge "if you hate me so much is that why you still came" he questions raising an eyebrow
"just shut the fuck up and kiss me" you resume making out with him just to quiet his obnoxious words, he shuffles a little to get his aching dick out of his jeans but you suddenly stop him "and what makes you think i cane here to fuck" you taunt him a little
"why else would you come here with such short shorts on hm" he tugs at the flimsy basketball shorts you had on that left nothing to imagination "maybe just to tease you" you slowly stoke his dick, billy dropping his head back with a light moan "fuck you" he mutters "i bet you would love to huh" you tease some more
you slowly bring your shorts and underwear down, rubbing his tip against your hole, using his precum as lube, slipping it in with one motion, slowly bouncing up and down "you really wanna take this slow" billy raises an eyebrow to your slow pace you decide to take as if you and him haven't fucked multiple times by now
"and remind me who's on top right now" you run your hand up his chest and wrap it around his throat "maybe the one who's fucked you dumb at least five times this week" he reminds you grabbing you by the hips to bounce you on his cock faster, you tighten your hand around his neck, choking him a little expecting some sort of reaction
"fuck yeah keep going" he chokes out with a smirk, he was enjoying this all to much, you just mad at him, choking him tightly while he fucked in and out of you, his eyes darting down to your lips, grabbing the back of your head to bring you down, heavily making out
his and your tongue fighting for some sort of dominance with you biting his lip while his hand came off your hip just to slap your ass making you moan into his mouth "such a slut" billy laughs flipping you both over with you now on the bottom with him on top
"fuck me harder" you wrap your arms around his neck, rolling your hips into his thrusts for more pleasure "i already was" he says spreading your legs wider before slamming his cock deeper into you, a slew of moans shooting out of your mouth along with heavy breaths
"fuck im gonna cum, where do you want it" billy huffs pilling you closer, one of his hands going under the small of your back while the other wrapped around the back of your neck "you know" you pant "yeah but i wanna hear you say it for me" he taunts you by slowing down a little knowing how you hate it
after a little hesitation you speak up "cum inside me" and billy wastes no time on dumping his load into you with heavy groans before dropping you back onto the bed "you still know how to make a guy cum huh" billy compliments smacking your ass but is a little concerned when you get up and start putting on your clothes "and where are you going" he asks "i got a date with harrington" you say fixing your shirt
"as in steve harrington" billy is a little surprised that harrington would got out with you seeing as he thought the dude was y'know straight but then again he thought he was straight until you gave him head at a party "why, you jealous" you chuckle before closing his door behind you
xoxo, starboye đ
(im ashamed to say it hut i might make a part two to this, i have like five part twos i need to dođ)
Billy Hargrove was always provoking the quiet and sweet reader after finding out he seems to have never had a relationship. He assumes he has no experience, specially since he looks so flustered about his dirty comments, that is until the day noone is around when he teases him and it being just the two of them, the reader decides he is done with it and it's time he tell Billy he has much more experience than he thinks and show him just how good he can be with his mouth, turns out the reader is not so shy and awkward when he goes to bars and clubs out of town, where he feels like he can let loose since noone he knows is around
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pairing: billy hargrove | male! reader
warnings: mdni, oral (reader giving), shy but not actually shy reader, kinda bully billy, teasing
(y/n) (l/n) was quiet.
Too quiet, Billy thought as he leaned against the locker beside him, arms folded, chewing on a toothpick like he had a right to be bored.
(y/n) was the kind of boy who wore oversized sweaters in the summer, kept his eyes down, and jumped any time someone brushed too close in the hallway. His hair flopped into his eyes. And when Billy made dirty jokes, real ones, the kind that made girls roll their eyes and guys snicker, (y/n) would go red. Not pink. Red.
So of course, Billy couldnât resist.
âHey, (l/n),â he drawled one afternoon after gym, towel slung over his bare shoulder, eyes heavy with heat. âEver even kissed someone, or do you just read about it in those nerdy little books you carry around?â
(y/n)âs ears turned crimson as he fumbled with the strap of his messenger bag. âI-Iâve..shut up, Billy.â
Billy grinned, walking backward in front of him, shirt half-buttoned. âDidnât say no, did you? What, you scared of a little tongue action? Or are you still saving yourself for marriage?â
He expected the usual, head down, shy mutter, maybe an awkward shuffle away.
He didnât expect (y/n) to stop walking.
Didnât expect him to look up from under those lashes with a slow, dangerous smile that didnât match the soft-boy image at all.
âYou know,â (y/n) said quietly, tilting his head, âfor someone who runs his mouth so much, you donât actually know shit.â
Billy blinked. âExcuse me?â
(y/n) stepped closer, voice still sweet, gentle. Dangerous. âI go out, Billy. I get out of this town, drink at real bars, clubs that donât card if you flash the right smile. And I donât go home alone.â A pause. âIâm very good with my mouth. You just wouldnât know it, because youâre too busy trying to get reactions instead of results.â
Billyâs throat went dry. âBullshit.â
âCome find out,â (y/n) whispered.
Later that night, (y/n) texted him an address, some shitty little motel just outside town. Billy showed up half out of disbelief, half out of something else he didnât want to name.
When he knocked, the door opened almost instantly.
(y/n) wasnât wearing a sweater. He was wearing tight black jeans and a mesh shirt that clung to him in ways Billy didnât know sweaters could hide. His hair was styled back, lips a little red, maybe glossed, maybe bitten.
Billy stepped inside without a word, adrenaline spiking.
âYou were serious,â he muttered, eyes flicking down (y/n)âs frame. âDidnât think you had it in you.â
(y/n) shut the door, locked it, and turned to face him. âThatâs your problem, Billy. You think everyoneâs a fucking stereotype.â
Billy smirked. âAnd what are you? A soft little tease who suddenly grew claws?â
(y/n) stepped in close, fingers ghosting over the buckle of Billyâs jeans. âNo. Iâm the guy whoâs gonna blow your fucking mind.â
And then he dropped to his knees.
Billyâs cock twitched in his pants, but he still tried to play it cool. âYou sure you know what youâre..-â
He choked on the end of the sentence when (y/n) undid his fly with practiced ease and pulled him free.
âNo talking,â (y/n) said softly, licking a slow stripe up the side before pressing a kiss to the head. âYouâve talked enough for both of us.â
Then he wrapped his lips around the tip and slid down, deep.
Billy groaned, hand flying to (y/n)âs hair, but the other boy didnât flinch. He took him almost to the base, throat relaxing like heâd done it a hundred times. And maybe he had.
âFuck, (l/n),â Billy gasped. âWhere the hell have you been hiding this?â
(y/n) pulled off just enough to speak, his breath hot. âOut of your league. Until now.â
Then he went back down, bobbing his head slowly, sucking hard, tongue swirling under the head. One hand stroked what he couldnât fit while the other cupped Billyâs balls gently, massaging like he knew what made a man lose control.
And Billy was losing it.
Every filthy sound filled the room: wet, obscene slurps, the stuttered gasps from Billyâs chest, the tiny hums from (y/n) like he was enjoying this.
âJesus, fuck, youâre good,â Billy groaned, hips twitching despite himself. âAll that shy-boy bullshit and you suck cock like a fuckinâ pornstar.â
(y/n) smirked with his mouth still full, and that. that was what undid Billy.
He came with a sharp, strangled moan, fingers tightening in (y/n)âs hair, body trembling as heat spilled into that wicked mouth.
(y/n) swallowed everything.
And when he finally pulled back, lips red and glistening, he looked up with a calm, sweet expression like theyâd just had a polite conversation over coffee.
Billy was still breathing hard, brain scrambled.
(y/n) stood and leaned in close, whispering against his ear: âStill think Iâve never kissed anyone?â
Billyâs eyes darkened, fire reigniting.
âOh, sweetheart,â he growled, âyouâre not leaving this motel until Iâve made you forget your name.â
Can you do a imagine with Steve Harrington being an alpha and the reader being his omega boyfriend? In the season 3 setting, with Steve wearing the ice cream shop uniform while having sex with the reader. Can it be consensual that turns into noncon? Because Steve promises he won't cum inside, but ends up tying the reader up ~
I love your writing!
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pairing: steve harrington | male! reader
warnings: mdni, omega reader, bottom reader, unwanted knotting, consensual turned noncon, established relationship with fallout at the end
The tiny freezer fan hummed weakly above them, barely stirring the heavy, humid air. It did nothing to ease the fever rolling off (y/n)âs skin. His cheeks were flushed a raw pink, pupils blown wide with the intensity of his heat. His scent had shifted, thickened, cherry-bright and dizzying, sickly-sweet like ripe fruit left too long in the sun.
He was perched on the stacked paper towel boxes in the walk-in, back pressed to the wall, thighs parted shamelessly. His tank top was clinging to him with sweat, his throat glistening. He tilted his head, baring his neck with slow deliberation, a silent, dangerous invitation.
Steve was standing between his spread legs in that damn Scoops Ahoy uniform, name tag crooked, the blue sailor tie hanging loose and dark with sweat. Curls clung damply to his temple. His jaw was clenched, his breathing tight, chest rising and falling too fast.
His nostrils flared. The scent hit him again.
âJesus,â he muttered, barely audible. âYouâre gonna melt in here, sweetheart.â
âThen do something about it,â (y/n) rasped, voice hoarse and slick with need. He leaned forward, rolling his hips just enough to drag a slick-slick against the front of Steveâs pants. âYouâre the big, strong alpha, arenât you?â
Steve growled, deep and visceral, and snapped. His hands moved fast: one gripping (y/n)âs thigh hard enough to bruise, the other fisting the back of his neck and yanking him in for a kiss. It wasnât gentle. It wasnât sweet. It was wet and hungry and heat-drunk, all teeth and tongue and desperation. Ice cream and mint gum. Sweat and cherry slick.
âGod, youâre so needy when youâre in heat,â Steve panted against his lips, grinding forward, his cock already rock-hard in his slacks, pressing against (y/n)âs entrance through the thin fabric.
âYou said youâd help,â (y/n) moaned, hips chasing his, eyes glassy. âYou said youâd take care of me..-â
âI am taking care of you.â Steveâs voice was a low growl. âBut Iâm not gonna..â He leaned down and dragged his teeth over the scent gland on (y/n)âs neck. A gentle scrape, followed by a sharp nip that made (y/n)âs breath hitch. â..not gonna knot you. We talked about that.â
âNo knot,â (y/n) whispered with a nod, even as his hips bucked up. Even as his body betrayed him, scent thickening, pulse rabbiting, hole slick and clenching around nothing.
Steve tugged down the little cotton shorts (y/n) had on, and his breath caught.
âYouâre soaked,â he hissed, dragging a finger through the mess already glistening between his thighs. âFucking hell, baby. Youâre dripping down your legs.â
"It hurts," (y/n) whined, arching. His voice cracked, soft and helpless. "Need you..- please, Steve..-"
That broke whatever restraint Steve had left. He shoved (y/n)âs shirt up, mouthing down his chest and biting hard at a nipple on the way. He only got his own pants down enough to free his cock, flushed, leaking, already swollen near the knot. When he lined up, he paused.
Steve pressed in, slow and deliberate. The slide was obscene, wet and tight, slick walls fluttering around him, sucking him in like he belonged there. They both groaned.
âF-fuck,â (y/n) whimpered, arms around Steveâs neck now, nails clawing at the back of his shirt. âFeels, fuck, too good..- sâtoo much..-â
Steve didnât stop. He grabbed under (y/n)âs knees, forcing them up, folding him open. His thrusts were rough from the start, all instinct and rut-drunk rhythm, grunting with every snap of his hips. He buried his face in (y/n)âs throat.
âMade for this,â Steve gasped. âYou were fucking made for me. So perfect, so sweet, fuck, this holeâs unreal.â
He broke apart around him, cock spilling white ropes between them, clenching down so tight Steve nearly came right then. But he grit his teeth, held on, even when (y/n) went boneless in his arms.
He kept his promise at first. He really tried.
But then (y/n)âs scent spiked. It turned into something devastating, deeper, richer, thick with pheromones that screamed breed me, fill me, knot me. Steveâs alpha instincts roared to the surface.
His control cracked.
He shoved in deeper. Harder. Hips grinding now, frantic and raw, cock swelling at the base.
âNo..- no, Steve, wait!â (y/n) gasped, his fingers scrambling to push at his chest. âYou said..-!â
âFuck, canât, baby, I canât stop.â Steve choked out, as his knot forced its way in. He groaned low, then howled as his cock jerked inside, swelling completely, locking tight.
(y/n) sobbed.
The first pulse of cum was hot. Endless. Steve was panting, moaning, spilling deep, pressed in as far as he could go. Their bodies locked together, no escape.
âI, fuck, I didnât mean to..-â he whispered, throat thick, body still trembling.
And thatâs when he noticed.
(y/n) wasnât moaning anymore.
He wasnât making a sound. His hands were limp against Steveâs chest. His head was turned away, eyes open but blank.
âI..- shit, I didnât mean to,â Steve said again, panic now rising like bile. â(y/n), I swear. I didnât mean to knot. I told you I wouldnât.â
âYou promised you wouldnât,â (y/n) said again, voice cracking now, barely holding back a sob. His lashes were wet. âI trusted you.â
Steve felt it like a blade to the ribs. His knot, still swollen inside, kept (y/n) locked to him. Stuck. Trapped.
âIâm so fucking sorry,â Steve whispered. His voice broke. âI donât know what happened..- I just..- your scent, I couldnât..-â
âThat doesnât make it okay,â (y/n) said, louder now, eyes filling. âYou donât get to decide for me.â
Silence swallowed them. The hum of the freezer. The smell of sex, sticky and heavy, curdling slowly with guilt and shame.
(y/n) wiped his eyes on the back of his hand, refusing to look at him.
âDonât say anything else,â he said hoarsely. âJust⌠when your knot goes down, let me go.â
Steveâs throat bobbed. He nodded.
His hands stayed on (y/n)âs waist, not daring to move. And (y/n), trembling and flushed and still so warm, stared at the wall like it was the only thing keeping him together.
The knot throbbed between them.
And Steve had never felt so fucking cold.
words: 1084
published: 01.july.2025
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