i know you always write robert as a top, but do you think he would ever bottom/sub? herm isnt a very dominent person but maybe being in control for once could help his confident
TW SUGGESTIVE
So Herm DOES top. Sometimes.
It’s just on special occasions. And I don’t mean like “happy birthday here’s my huge dick” kind of special occasions. It’s more of either just when they’re in the mood to change it up, or an “I need to take care of Robert” thing. It’s not really for..confidence.
Sometimes Robert needs to give up control. Sometimes Robert needs to be cared for, Herm overwhelming him with so much love and pleasure and Robert doesn’t even have to lift a finger. Herm will take care of him. He just needs to lay there and let himself take it.
Herm loves worshipping Robert’s body and his scars no matter if he tops or bottoms. It takes on a slightly more different feeling when he tips though. Herm wants to show just how pretty Robert is to himself. How good and wonderful he is. How he makes Herm feel so happy to just hold him. And he wants to make Robert melt.
Herm is careful the entire time. Gentle. He opens up Robert gently, listening to his quiet gasps and moans and groans. He praises Robert lovingly for doing so good for him. He’ll make Robert feel so good. He just has to let Herm prep him. If Robert gets impatient Herm shushes him and tells him to be patient. Herm is huge. Around 8 inches at least and he’s skinny (Robert himself between 6 and 6.5 Inches and very girthy if you all are wondering btw). He needs to take his time with prep.
Once Robert is ready Herm goes in slow. And yeah Herm wants to cry and whimper cause Robert feels so good! He’s so tight it’s crazy! And the faces Robert makes as he takes every inch is making Herm feel dizzy. He wants Robert so bad even if he has him. He just settles into Robert and keeps still, panting praises, giving kisses and breathily thanking Robert over and over again.
Herm doesn’t go harder or faster until Robert wants it. It takes a lot to hold back but he does. Robert is moaning, groaning and gasping as Herm lovingly ruins him. Herm does tear up now, giving praise and thanking Robert for letting him do this and being his. He thanks Robert for being so good to him. He thanks Robert for loving him.
Herm goes harder and faster per Robert’s requests and they make out, Herm willingly giving Robert many drinks of water straight from the source. Robert can’t help but praise Herm too. Once Herm has done enough for Robert to come he’s allowed to go all out. He pounds into Robert, begging and thanking him all in the same sentence. He wants to come too.
And when he does Herm cries and thanks Robert over and over again. Robert might come again if he could. And Herm filled him up so much.
The next things Herm does is get them a bath and he dresses them both for bed. Robert can’t use his legs at the moment so Herm carries him with a big smile.
And if Robert walks with a limp at work tomorrow, who cares?
I love a Dennis that’s so clingy it’s borderline creepy and Robby who NEEDS to be needed in order to BREATHE
I loveeeeee clingy Dennis because it’s just. So correct. “Heyyyy did I do something wrong :(((“
But it’s like. All the time. If Robby sighs weirdly Dennis is all up in his face. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you? Can I make it better?”
Robby tries to get up to go do something so simple - piss, grab a drink, a book- and Dennis sits upright on the couch and asks “Where are you going? What are you doing?” And if he decides it’s too far he will accompany Robby to the bathroom to chatter about whatever random thing he was doing on the couch or thinking about.
Life360 lovers. Dennis texting Robby about charging his phone, going the speed limit, you’ve been at the store 12 minutes longer than normal is everything okay?
Dennis waking up from a nap in the bedroom and huffs and puffs all the way to the kitchen where Robby is starting on dinner, leaning all over his space, arms wrapped around Robby’s waist and face buried in his back “I was so cold :( and lonely :( and horny :( and you didn’t even leave a note :(”
And OH BOY does Robby have to leave notes. Everywhere. On everything. Just little “I love you” ones “have a good day” “be good for me” and Dennis melts when he finds them.
It’s codependent in a way that works for them. Dennis and his fear of being not enough for someone, being alone. Robby and his need to be needed for every little thing. Like when Dennis holds up his water bottle even though Robby was just in the kitchen but he still gets up to go refill it. Robby needs to run stupid errands and Dennis is right there in the front seat fucking with the music and begging him to pull over for a sweet treat and Robby makes reckless driving moves to get his boy that limited edition bullshit from wherever he wants.
Even in the ED. “Where’s Robby?“ “Not sure. Ask Dennis” and vice versa because those two KNOW the general area their lover was last in.
Clingy clingy Dennis pulling Robby in deeper as he fucks him, sobbing about “Need you closer, need to feel it, need to feel you everywhere please” and Robby needs to mark his boy up so there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind, including Dennis’s, who he belongs to.
And Dennis who refuses to let Robby slide out of him “Don’t go please don’t go” and who is Robby to ever make Dennis feel like he won’t be an arm’s length away?
huckleabbot kink negotiation is hot actually i think. jack has a multiple tab excel spreadsheet for dennis to fill out that is incredibly thorough. there's links to articles and videos and definitions for everything. it's color coded to show when they've selected compatible responses about kinks
dennis sitting across from jack at the desk in his study and having to admit all the horny fantasies he's had about the attending while jack glances up at him over his readers and types away on his keyboard to make a list of them to figure out where they should start
the concept of hucklerobby 24/7 bdsm dynamic is actually something that can be so special. because. i think both of them would benefit from it.
oh, robby needs to needed? he needs to have people rely on him? needs to provide in order to be happy? soft dom behaviour. I've got a plan for that. dennis needs to be loved? needs to be shown years of care and doting he was denied? well dennis, you gentle little sub, I've got a plan for you too.
bish bash bosh, dennis is collared and robby owns him and loves on him and does everything for him and dennis just has to be a good boy. perfect. both men are fufilled. they probably told jack about their contract just so someone knows. yknow. in case.
@bigdumbbambieyes made a request for this mungrove fic sometime last year. I am SUPER SORRY it took me forever. And on top of that now that I got it done I finished the ask and posted as draft and poof tumblr gremlins ate it.
So, here it is now, as requested: Mungrove getting tickets to concert, breaking up for a stupid reason, still going to the concert, finally making up.
I hope you like it!
tags: angst, idiots in love. Lyrics from I Want To Know What Love Is by The Foreigner and Faithfully by Journey
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“Hey, the old geezers listen to the radio at Wilkinson’s garage, dude. Metallica would’ve worked way better for me when trying to fix that old hopeless junk Mrs. Anderson brought in,” Billy huffed at Eddie when he asked where Billy had heard about the contest.
“So, two tickets to a concert with Def Leppard, Mötley Crüe, and Scorpions?”
“Uh huh.”
Eddie sniffed. “I don’t know, man,” he started, “It’s not exactly my—”
“I don’t care if it’s not your thing,” Billy snapped. “I just thought you’d want to go. You know, get out of town and all. And the tickets are free.”
“…if you answer right to questions three.” Eddie narrowed his eyes. “That’s not free.”
“Fine, I’ll pay for the fucking gas, alright?”
Eddie bit his lip, pondering, and tapped the joint over the ashtray.
Billy didn’t normally plead. Okay, would, clearly—but not for anyone else. “C’mon. Humor me. It’s not like we’re gonna win, anyway.”
Eddie raised his gaze back to Billy. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “But we won’t win for sure if we don’t participate, either. That’s what you’re saying?”
Billy just nodded.
Eddie took a drag of the joint and let the smoke billow around him before answering. “Fine. It’s not like we’re gonna win anyway with our combined lack of love from Lady Luck.”
Billy grinned. He got on all fours on the bed and crawled to Eddie, straddling his thighs. “Maybe we can do something to stroke the luck a little, right?”
A slow grin spread across Eddie’s face, and he took in the gorgeous body in his lap, grabbing Billy’s ass with his hand. He held the joint between his fingers for Billy, and Billy took a long drag from it, holding the smoke in. Then he took Eddie’s jaw in his palm and blew the smoke into Eddie’s mouth—followed by a kiss.
- *** -
It took three agonizing rounds for them to get to the final. But Eddie knew all the questions, even the odd and tricky ones, and shot them out as if reading them straight out of a book. Amused, Billy watched Eddie roll his eyes and yawn as the other participants struggled to answer correctly.
“This is Jimmy Fast Hands on WSQK, and it’s time for the finale of Rock Trivia!” the DJ shouted on the radio. “The moment has come to find out who is the Rock Trivia Master of Hawkins! Are you ready?”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered, shaking his head and holding his hand on the receiver.
Billy snickered at Eddie’s antics. “You seem very confident today.”
“Yeah, well, this is my field. Kinda can be.”
“Not like anyone else can know all that shit.”
Eddie shrugged. “What can I say? I’m special like that.”
“Okay, first question,” the DJ started, “What The Scorpions was named when it was first formed?”
Eddie grinned. “The Nameless.”
“That’s correct! Next one: Which member of Mötley Crüe came up with the name for the band?
Eddie looked at his fingers with a bored expression. “Mick Mars,” he sighed into the phone.
“Oh, impressive! Alright, here’s the last one. Are you ready?”
Sighing, as if this was a drag, Eddie replied, “Yes!”
“I hope this isn’t too difficult. I for sure didn’t know the answer to this one. Where and when was Def Leppard formed?”
For the first time during the whole trivia tournament, Eddie didn’t look confident.
Billy’s stomach dropped. He’d gotten hopeful, grown used to Eddie knowing all the answers, and now—
Eddie grinned, knowing what he’d just done. “Sheffield, England. 1977,” Eddie said, checking his nails.
There was a silence on the radio for a moment, then a loud hurrah and applause went off in the tinny speaker on the table.
“That’s the correct answer! You’ve just won tickets to see Mötley Crüe, Scorpions, and Def Leppard live in Indianapolis next month!”
After that, neither Eddie nor Billy heard anything the DJ said. They were too busy yelling and bumping fists in the air for that.
“We fucking won!” Eddie yelled, playing a riff on an air guitar, pretending the phone receiver was its neck.
Billy grinned wide at Eddie’s enthusiasm. “Just stay on the line, dumbass, so that they’ll get your address to mail the tickets to.”
“Oh, right,” Eddie said, a blush dusting his cheeks, and raised the receiver back to his ear.
Billy leaned his shoulder against the wall next to Eddie. He reached out and grabbed the chain hanging from Eddie’s belt, tugging it lightly.
It made Eddie look up and smile a cute smile.
The heat that crept up from his neck made Billy suddenly self-conscious. Jesus. Cute. What the actual fuck was going on with him?
- *** -
Light filtered through the Dio flag covering the window and leaving the room in husky dusk, created by the smoke billowing above the bed.
Eddie was lying down, his legs crossed and one hand under his pillow, the other holding up the joint for Billy.
Billy was sitting next to him, his legs crossed in the lotus position, biting his nails.
Eddie glanced up at him when he didn’t take the joint. He brushed Billy’s arm with the back of his hand, gesturing for him to take a hit. “You went all quiet, Blue. What’s up?”
Billy took a drag of the joint, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before answering. He’d said nothing about it to anyone. But Eddie…he was someone Billy could always talk to about anything. And he could talk to Eddie about anything, and Eddie would listen intently and ask relevant questions—like one does when they’re paying attention.
The record player stopped, and they were left in silence.
Eddie kept watching Billy, not letting his gaze fall from his eyes, even though they still hadn’t put clothes back on and Billy’s tits were Eddie’s favorite toy immediately after his guitar. His hand brushed Billy’s arm, comforting him.
Billy had never spoken about his dad to anyone. So, mentioning it to Eddie had been a no-go from the beginning. Except now the mood was right, Billy felt safe and everything—and it just slipped out. “You were right about last week. About who did it,” he whispered.
Eddie frowned. “The bruises? Wow.” Eddie was quiet for a moment, contemplating. Then he snorted.
Billy frowned. “What’s funny?”
“Look at us. Two suckers, with a piece of shit as dad and both stuck in Hawkins.”
Billy’s posture went rigid, the joint forgotten. “What do you mean?” Billy asked, his tone not warm.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
Billy’s mind darkened. “What the fuck do you mean, Munson? Are you saying that I’m a pathetic loser who’ll never get out of here?”
Eddie looked up at Billy, baffled. “Wait, what? No, I didn’t mean it like that—”
Billy huffed, annoyed, and crawled out of the bed.
“Hey, what are you—where are you going?”
Billy had already gotten his leather jacket on and was pulling on his jeans, his shirt shoved in the jacket pocket.
“Blue? What did I say?”
“Y’know,” Billy snarled as he pulled on his boots, “I thought you were different.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Eddie yelped and jumped up from the bed the moment Billy yanked the door open and followed him, buck naked as Billy stomped towards the front door.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Billy spat over his shoulder.
“I know, Billy, please come back,” Eddie pleaded.
Billy stepped down the few steps and pushed the front door open
“No, nononono Billy, please, you’re—I just…” Eddie finally reached Billy and grabbed his arm.
- * -
Billy turned around, crowding Eddie’s space—and Eddie knew he’d screwed up.
Big time.
A tight, painful knot formed in Eddie’s throat. He’d screwed up. He was smart enough not to look at Billy in the eyes but just down under his eyes, at his cheeks, counting all the freckles that were peppered all over his face. Desperately hoping this wouldn’t be the last time he’d be this close to them.
Billy’s ocean eyes had turned into hard, frozen glazier. “Stay the fuck away from me, Munson,” Billy seethed right in Eddie’s face. “I’m not a fucking loser like you.”
Eddie was pursing his lips together and flinched when Billy slammed the Camaro door closed harder than necessary. The car roared to life, gravel hitting the wall of the trailer as it sped away.
- *** -
Eddie had tried to get Billy alone, even if just for a moment, just to apologize. But Billy had just walked past him, as if he was air. Eddie knew he couldn’t call, Billy had forbidden him from doing that. And since the bruises were done by Billy’s dad—yeah, Eddie didn’t want to give Billy’s old man any ideas.
Eddie got the silent treatment from Billy, and time moved on. First a week, then a second, not a word, not a peep.
Eddie had tried leaving notes on Billy’s windshield wipers, messages passed through Dustin to Max to Billy—all as useless.
Eddie had already almost given up on the idea of them ever going to the concert together. But he hadn’t thrown the tickets away either, still hoping for a miracle. Even though he for sure had used the last of his luck to get the tickets.
Which was why he almost missed Max’s words as she passed him in the cafeteria. “Pick him up at Benny’s at five.”
“Huh?”
“Benny’s at five,” Dustin repeated. “What’s at Benny’s at five? I thought we had a campaign to play tonight.”
Eddie’s eyes grew wide as he realized what had just happened. “Holy shit, shit shit shit,” he cursed as he scrambled up. “Hey! Max! Wait up!”
“But what about tonight?” Dustin asked, concerned more about the game than anything else. “And how do you know Max?”
“Raincheck,” Eddie said quickly, grabbed his things and ran after Max.
“So, hey, Max,” Eddie started as he tried to follow her down the hallway, dodging other students while trying to keep up with her. “Anything else in the message?”
“No,” she stated flatly as they arrived at her locker and she opened it.
Eddie leaned closer, trying to keep anyone else from hearing. “Uh, so, he said nothing else?”
She slammed the locker door shut and looked at him, exasperated. “I would’ve said so if there were.”
Eddie didn’t know if she knew of his and Billy’s relationship, so he tried not to pry too much—but couldn’t fight it. “Has he been talking about me?”
Max frowned, then her eyes narrowed—and Eddie realized he’d gone too far, again. “Why?”
For the millionth time, Eddie cursed his mouth that just had to go the extra mile by itself. “Uh, no reason. I’ll be at Benny’s at five,” he said quickly and turned back towards the wing where his next lesson was about to be.
- * -
Eddie was at Benny’s at 4:40 pm. Just in case, because he usually was late. And today he did not want to be late.
Half a cigarette carton plus the fashionable five minutes later, Billy finally parked his Camaro in the diner’s parking lot.
There was a pit in Eddie’s stomach he’d tried to will away the whole afternoon. At least he had this chance to try to fix things.
Eddie waved awkwardly, but Billy didn’t even glance at him, just stalked straight to the passenger side of the van and hopped in.
Eddie hung his head, looking at the smoke in his hand that was more ash than anything else at that point, and felt the cruel pang of disappointment in his chest. He’d been stupid to hope that something would’ve changed.
Billy’s feet were up on the dashboard, his arms crossed and whole body angled away towards the door as much as possible while having the seat belt on.
For a long time, they drove in silence. Eddie gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white, tried to come up with something to talk but Billy just wouldn’t bite. Instead, Billy chain-smoked, lighting another cigarette almost immediately after stubbing the previous one.
The smoke was thick as a wall, not allowing space for any conversation between them.
Finally, after having enough of it all, Eddie turned on the radio—and the car filled with Foreigner’s ‘I Want to Know What Love Is’.
“I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me”
Eddie chanced a glance at Billy from the corner of his eye.
Instead of staring through the side window, Billy was looking straight ahead, biting his nail, the smoke in his other hand forgotten.
“I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me”
The words formed a knot in Eddie’s chest. He missed Billy. The one thing he’d missed about being with Billy most was not the sex, while of course that came as a close second. He’d missed most of just talking with Billy. Talking about music, about books—Jesus, Billy had read so many—and just about everything. Billy was an asshole, but Eddie had to admit that he wasn’t any better himself. Yet, with Billy he wanted to be an ass far less than with many others.
The thought of him maybe being in love flashed through his mind.
Jesus. Love. What had become of Eddie Munson?
When the song ended and another began, Eddie thought that this could be the right moment to apologize. “Hey, um, I’ve been thinking—” he started, but Billy interrupted him by leaning forward and turning up the volume loud enough that Eddie couldn’t even think straight.
Message received, loud and clear.
The rest of the drive to the concert was silent and icy cold.
- *** -
Apart from Eddie muttering to himself and cursing the traffic out loud from time to time, the drive had been quiet after Billy shut down Eddie’s try to talk.
Even though Billy wanted to stay angry at Eddie, he had to glue his eyes to the side window from time to time in order to keep himself from bursting into laughter at Eddie’s creative curses he laid out for the drivers who cut in on them on the highway.
But he still hadn’t forgiven Eddie, even though Eddie had said it already in so many ways in his tries to apologize, both with notes and in person. (“Hey so—” “What do you want me to s—” “Sorry,” all said quickly in passing, quiet enough for only Billy to hear).
But now, here, it was hard for him to ignore Eddie anymore. The walk from the van forced them to join the mass of people heading to the stadium. Billy could sense the electric tension lingering all around, it was infectious.
A girl with long blond hair and black lipstick asked Eddie for a light, and they engaged in conversation about Dio.
Billy’s hands clenched into tight fists. He could talk about Dio too, why didn’t Eddie talk to him? Why was this bitch trying to chat Eddie up?
He tried to remind himself that he was still angry at Eddie, of what he’d said that night, but somehow now, surrounded by all these people, it wasn’t as easy to pull that blanket of hurt around him as it had been back home.
Eddie was an idiot, but he was Billy’s idiot, goddammit.
Billy placed his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “So, what’s it like to get to see a band with tickets you won yourself?” he asked, butting into the conversation.
Eddie slowly looked at Billy, his eyes comically wide, which was a sight in itself. “Um…” he started, then cleared his throat. “I, uh, great?”
“You won the tickets?” the girl asked, awe in her voice.
“Yeah, for me,” Billy said smugly. “He didn’t even want to come here. Had to force him.”
The girl smiled. “You sure ain’t sorry now, I bet,” she cooed at Eddie. “My seat is somewhere high up in the back. But maybe afterwards we could—”
Billy cut her short, feigning disappointed. “Well, too bad, our spot is in the barrier in front of the stage. Bye.” He pulled Eddie with him to the line that led them to the field section, leaving the girl standing behind.
When they stopped at the line to wait to get through security, Eddie spoke. “So, does this mean we’re speaking again?” he asked hopefully.
“Wasn’t talking to you,” Billy muttered. When Eddie looked away, the corners of his mouth turning down, Billy’s chest tightened. He lit himself a smoke. Why the fuck was this so hard?
Eddie laughed and spread his hands in the air theatrically. “Of course.” He let out a bitter laugh. “What was I thinking.” He glared at Billy and snatched the smoke from Billy’s hand.
Knowing better than to smoke it all, he gave it back after taking a drag.
The moment they got out of the security check, they both started running. They weren’t the only ones, and Billy’s competitiveness took over. He’d never been the fastest runner, but what he lacked in speed, he made up in muscle, pushing through whoever got in his way.
Behind him, Eddie was laughing. The real one, loud and relaxed. Happy.
And it was contagious. Exhilaration filled Billy as they approached the barrier.
Once they reached it, Billy gripped it hard, stopping the motion with a thud. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
Out of an old habit, he looked at Eddie next to him.
Eddie must’ve felt Billy’s gaze on him, and he looked back at Billy carefully with a small smile, hope painted across his face. The smile spread wider, and something in Billy’s chest loosened. Not entirely, but a notch.
Billy turned his gaze away. He still couldn’t quite let go of the hurt. It used to be so easy for them to do anything. He missed it. He knew he was the reason for the distance, and for a beat he thought how he could just let go, but…he clenched his jaw. No.
When the crowd started to pack behind them, they were forced to stand closer. Eddie was pressing against the back of Billy’s arm, warm and taut. Billy didn’t pull himself away.
First Def Leppard finished their set, then Mötley Crüe.
During both sets, they’d just bobbed their heads to the music, absorbing the energy from the crowd and the electricity of the music.
But they were here for the last act.
Finally, the stage went dark again. Yellow lights cast through the thick cloud of smoke, slowly turning green. The first guitar scream of Bad Boys Running Wild hit the air, making the crowd shout wildly—and then the band was on the stage.
Billy shouted all the way from the bottom of his lungs. He’d waited to see Scorpions for so long and now the band was right in front of him—and Eddie jumping and whooping behind him.
It was the best.
Billy felt safe. He let the music surround him, let himself forget everything and just be present, the music taking over.
He shouted and whooped throughout the concert, sang all the lyrics he knew, and didn’t even notice himself pressing against Eddie.
And when Rock You Like A Hurricane came on as the last song of the set, Billy instinctively turned to Eddie with a wide grin—and Eddie was beaming at him.
Billy reached out his hand, taking Eddie’s in his, and squeezed.
It was the best day ever.
- *** -
After the concert, there was a queue of waiting cars snaking to the tiny gate at the very end of the massive parking lot, releasing cars one by one onto the road that already had heavy traffic.
“Man, we should’ve just waited. We’re gonna get outta here tomorrow at this rate,” Eddie muttered. His hand was still tingling from Billy’s hand in his, hidden down between them in the crowd during Rock You Like A Hurricane, and he just wanted to get them somewhere alone. Somewhere where no one could see when he poured his heart out.
He glanced at Billy, who was smoking and looking out the side window. The sporadic light from the lamps of the lot and other cars painted the outline of his profile into the smoke billowing around him. The sight twisted Eddie’s insides. How could’ve he been so stupid.
But he was also angry at Billy, who just wouldn’t listen before.
Man, talking about the power of music. It literally made Billy touch him again.
A small smile curled on his lips as the line moved forward one more car length.
“So, who was better? Schenker or Jabs?” he asked.
Billy rolled his eyes. “I really don’t care,” he said as he took a drag of his smoke. “It’s called a band because it needs all the members. They make the music, not just one guitarist.”
Eddie sniffed, feigning disappointment, even though butterflies were swarming in his stomach. “You clearly lack an understanding of the significance of the lead guitar to the music.”
Billy snorted. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. And don’t even start with Steve Clark or Mick Mars. I don’t want to hear you blab about their technique for the rest of the drive.”
Eddie couldn’t help grinning. He also couldn’t come up with anything else to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t want to break this fragile truce. This fragile feeling of normalcy he’d so waited for, hoping it would return one day.
But the closer to the Hawkins city line they came, the silence between turned heavier and heavier.
At times Eddie felt Billy’s eyes on his temple, but when he glanced back, not wanting to take his eyes off the road too long, Billy turned his gaze to the windshield or leaned his head to the passenger side window.
Finally, the lights of the van hit the Welcome to Hawkins sign—and Eddie knew now was the last moment to do something, anything, if he wanted to fix things. The moment he’d park on the lot next to Billy’s car, Billy would drive away and never be seen again.
At that moment, Steve Perry’s crooning came louder on the radio:
“Right down the line,
It’s been you and me
And lovin' a music man
ain't always what it's supposed to be”
Eddie didn’t hesitate. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned it off, gripping the wheel, the music filling the quiet cabin.
Eddie heard Billy shuffling in his seat.
The song went on.
“Oh, girl, you stand by me,
I'm forever yours
Faithfully”
Eddie swallowed and looked at Billy. He couldn’t see in the dark, but he hoped the glacier blue of his eyes had melted into the warmer shade of the Pacific Ocean. The one Eddie loved so much.
“Circus life under the big-top world
We all need the clowns to make us smile”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say it that way,” Eddie started, rambling, the speed of his words picking up with each one. “I was a fucking idiot. I know you want to get out of Hawkins and away from your old man and, and, and I—I’m jealous that you have plans and goals and soon you have the means too—” He waved his hands vaguely in the air as his lower lip started wobbling. “And then you’ll leave and, and I’ll still be here. Like a loser. But that’s fine. I’m used to that. It’s not like my dream of becoming a rockstar will ever come true anyway, not in a hicktown like Hawkins.” He had to pause to swallow the tears. “The worst will be that I’ll be here without you. But I would never tell you to stay because of me, I couldn’t imagine keeping you away from your dreams—”
Billy cut Eddie’s words in half with a sudden, bruising kiss.
Eddie’s shoulders sagged, the tension that had gathered there for weeks finally being released as he melted into the kiss. Only Billy’s hands on his cheeks, their lips locked together. The clocks stopped ticking, only this moment existing, stretching.
“Two strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy of rediscovering you"
When Billy pulled back from the kiss, he left Eddie to chase after him—only to be jerked back to his seat by the seatbelt. “Oh, fuck!” he yelped.
Billy let out a bright laugh. The rare genuine kind, Eddie’s favourite.
Eddie couldn’t help laughing himself as he fought with the belt, trying to free himself, but it refused to budge.
Billy reached out to open the lock, still chuckling. “Idiot,” he muttered affectionately.
Eddie grinned and swiftly moved to the passenger side, Billy pulling him onto his lap.
The cabin was quiet apart from Cain still singing somewhere in the background, the dash lights painting the empty driver’s seat with a pale light.
Billy was holding Eddie in his lap, his hands on Eddie’s hips. They were an inch apart, noses almost brushing, when Eddie spoke.
He brushed Billy’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “I’m sorry,” he breathed.
Something wet fell on his fingers. Tears.
“Hey, Blue, don’t cry.”
Billy let out a shaky breath. “Missed you,” he whispered.
“Yeah, me too,” Eddie said, and leaned in to kiss Billy softly.
Billy’s response soon turned more intense, his hands grabbing Eddie’s ass. “Will take you with me to fucking LA so you can become a rockstar.”
Eddie chuckled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. to get you shut your mouth about who’s the better guitarist. Because you’ll kick all of their asses.”
Mail-Order Bride!Jack. Robby, a successful ED Chief orders a “bride” offline. He wants to settle down but he’s picky. When he sees Jack’s profile and that he can take a ‘potion’ and have both equipment, plus he’s incredible looking and smart? Robby pulls the trigger.
Jack shows up looking gorgeous. Immediately sets to cleaning and making food and doing “wifely” duties. Robby has the guest room set up so Jack will feel comfortable/not forced. He’s nervous even though he obviously paid for this. However, when it’s bedtime, he finds Jack laid out in his bed, looking like a goddess in lingerie, spread and waiting for him. Robby tries to say he doesn’t have to do that. But Jack makes it clear he DEFINITELY wants this. He chose Robby back, accepted the arrangement, for a reason. (Very much predator jack, prey robby vibes).
(In my mind Robby isn’t even looking for a wife to do the cooking and cleaning 'duties'. He’s been paying for a cleaning service for years. He just longs to dote on someone, to spoil them. And Jack is a retired army vet medic who just wants an easier life, to be loved and cherished. And someone who will fuck him like he deserves, slut that he is, and Robby looked like he could fit the bill)
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(Please do whatever you want with this if it strikes your fancy at all. I know it’s a lot 😅. I just love the idea of Jack getting to be literal wifey and absolutely adored and admired by Robby)
When Robby steps into his bedroom to get ready for bed, the last thing he's expecting to find is Jack, his new mailorder bride, laying across his bed running a hand down his thigh. His thigh that's all dolled up in lingerie, soft blue lace, a sheer robe that hides nothing, a pussy spread open and already glistening wet, and a soft smile on that handsome face.
"Hey," Jack purrs. "I've been waiting for you."
Fuck, he's so pretty, so enticing, still filling the room with that perfume like he has been since the moment Robby let him into the house, but Robby can't go down this path. "You don't have to do this, you know," he stutters out, blushing and off his game. "I never expected this kind of thing."
He certainly didn't expect Jack to start doing kitchen tasks almost as soon as he was in the house, nevermind the finery he was wearing. This whole first day has been surreal.
"I want this kind of thing if you'll let me have it," Jack says, leaning up. "This is what I want the most. Well--almost the most." He sits up, pats the bed for Robby to sit down. "Tell me why you sent for me. Tell me what you want out of this."
"I wanted someone to take care of," Robby says, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Wanted this house...to not be so quiet all the time. What about you? Why did you accept me?"
Jack smiles. "Because I wanted an easier life," he says softly. "Wanted to be wanted, cherished, wanted to be able to just lay around in a negligee all day and have a husband that got me presents and gave me kisses." After a beat, he adds, "And because I wanted a man who could fuck me the way I need."
Robby's cheeks bloom with heat, and Jack smiles, crawling over to him to perch on his lap. "I dosed myself with a pussy all for you," Jack whispers, clouding Robby's head with perfume. "You going to take advantage of it?"
Robby sends fem!Jack on a day of pampering: hair/nails/massage/etc. with only one demand: “have that pussy ready for me when I get home”
Jack chooses a beautiful little outfit (he already took the potion earlier) and is ready waiting in bed for Robby just like he asked. Robby? He’s gonna absolutely take his time. Worship this pussy like it deserves. Explicitly. And he wants Jack to tell him all about his soft little day of pamper he sent him off on while he licks and sucks and teases Jack’s clit, his soft folds, lapping at his juices…taking it all so so slow. Jack’s losing his mind but loving it all. Loves getting to be Robby’s pampered little wife.
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(Lila, ask and you shall receive. You know I always have fem!Jack ideas on the docket 😌)
"Tell me how you spent your day," Robby says, then adds with a teasing smile, "tell me how you spent my credit card." He spreads Jack's thighs, covered in soft thigh highs, and dives between them, nuzzling into Jack's pussy for now.
"Went to the nail salon with Dana," Jack pants as Robby licks into his pussy, taking his time, going slow.
"Yes," Robby says, sucking Jack's clit into his mouth, eyes shut in bliss as Jack cries out and moans, gripping his hair. "And they look so good." Just a clear coat, hard to tell, but Robby kisses his fingers now, worshipful. "What else, baby? What else did my princess do?"
Jack sighs, floating as he always does when Robby calls him that. "Got a massage with her." He didn't feel entirely comfortable going to these feminine places in public without Robby, so he went with Dana under the guise of just tagging along with her. But it was truly the other way around. "Wished it was your hands instead."
Now, Robby lavs over his pussy with his tongue and runs his hands up Jack's sides. "Did you feel pampered, honey?" Robby asks. "My pretty little pampered wife?"
"Yes," Jack sighs.
Robby grins, his mouth wet. "Good. That's all I wanted. And you followed my one rule. You had this pussy all ready for me, all wet and warmed up." He licks back across it. "All dressed up in pretty pink, perfect for me. Tell me more, baby." He keeps taking his sweet time as Jack talks, eating his pussy slowly and leisurely, appreciating the taste.
"it's an inside thing"💥 "our little secret" 💥💥 "and miss seeing you in uniform?" 💥💥💥 "he has a girlfriend?" 💥💥💥💥 "rain check?" 💥💥💥💥💥 "i can be a hard stick though" 💥💥💥💥💥💥
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