summary: drunk calling your ex boyfriend in the middle of the night
warnings: drinking, fictional depiction of a mental/emotional breakdown, angst angst and even more angst
word count: 1.2k
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why am i doing this? is the first and only rational thought that pops into your head as you sit criss-crossed on the kitchen floor, rotary phone perched on your lap with the receiver in hand. you sluggishly flip through the phone book, head spinning, but you persevere and find the number your looking for.
when you'd first started drinking that night, he wasn't even on your mind. but, the more you drank, the more you reminisced about the past, the more you thought about what you lost.
you dial his number, each spin of the rotary adding to your dizziness. you put the phone to your ear and listen to the ring, restlessly waiting for him to pick up. you're tempted to grab your bottle of wine and take a drink when the ringing finally comes to a low hum of the other line.
he picked up.
"who is this?" his voice comes through; you let out a shaky breath. how long has it been since you heard his voice? three years? four? you're unsure, but you're relieved to hear it again.
"steve..." you whisper into the speaker. the line goes quiet, then, "y/n?"
you swallow around the lump in your throat, mouth suddenly dry as the desert sand. still, you will yourself to speak. "yeah, um... yeah, it's- it's me."
it's quiet for another moment. "why are you calling?"
that takes you for a spin; why are you calling him? you haven’t talked in years, and your relationship certainly didn’t end on the best of terms. you tried to figure out the answer to his question, but you cease to find one; you just… did. your impulsivity is a trait that you thought you left behind, but maybe you fooled yourself into thinking so.
"i..." you swallow again, knitting your eyebrows as you force yourself to speak. no shutting down now. "i don't know. i just...” you pause, letting out a shaky breath. your eyes burn, tears blurring your vision. “…i don’t know.”
it's quiet on the other end, and for a moment, you think that he may have hung up, before his voice finds you. "are you drunk?"
his question doesn't surprise you; you've got to sound loaded, right now. you swallow, chuckling dryly. "um... yeah, a bit."
before everything had happened, you'd never really drank. you're more of a pothead than a drunk, but about a month ago, you'd picked it up. everything in your life has been absolute hell, your job, your bills, your shithead of a boyfriend... well, ex-boyfriend. you finally remember why you'd started drinking. there was a fight, a really, really bad fight. you haven't been the greatest, your mental health has been spiraling, along with everything else in your life. he couldn't take it anymore, and you just... split. you screamed, cried, told him you never needed him, that he was nothing to you. so, he left. he left, and almost immediately, the realization that you have nothing left, the guilt and regret, broke you.
you don't realize you're crying until steve's voice finds you once again. "y/n? are you there? what's going on?"
you can barely breathe, barely think, but you try to speak anyhow. "i... i-i'm here... just... fuck, i'm so sorry..." your eyes squeeze shut, waterfalls streaming down your cheeks. "i'm sorry, steve..."
you can feel his confusion through the line, but moreso, you can feel his worry. even after all this time, after what you did to him, he's still worried about you. part of you wishes he wasn't, but the other... misses it. "y/n, what's wrong?"
"everything," you manage to force out, voice breaking, "everything's wrong. but, that's... it doesn't matter right now. i just... i need you to know that... i'm sorry... for everything. what i did to you, i... i've never forgiven myself. i never... i-i never wanted to hurt you, steve... i love you so..."
you can hear his teeth clench, see his brow furrow. "y/n..." he cuts you off; you let yourself be. just his tone alone gives away what he wants to say. "don't say it."
your bottom lip quivers. "but, it's true... i-i never stopped--"
"y/n, please." he cuts you off again; he can't hear you say it, or doesn't want to. whatever his reason, it doesn't matter. "just... stop."
"steve..." you plead, a whimper in your voice. you need to say it, need him to know. but, deep down, you know it's cruel. it's cruel of you to call him after so many years, drunk off your ass, and tell him you still love him. especially after how it ended.
"you..." he swallows, voice shaking. "why?"
his question is sudden, it surprises you. you don't understand why he's asking. "what?"
"why'd you do it?" he asks. it hits you over the head; you finally understand what it is he's desperate to know. your chest is tight, painfully so, but he deserves to know. your breakup was sudden; what you'd said to your ex tonight was the exact same as what you told steve, all those years ago.
you let out a shaky breath, head spinning. you want to hang up, run away, leave him in the dark, but that is also cruel. he deserves to know the truth. you owe him that much.
"i..." you start, mouth dry. you consider drinking more wine, but push the thought aside. "i was scared."
it's quiet for a moment, before he asks the same question. "why?"
"i... was scared you'd leave. that... that if you saw just how... broken, i was, how... how broken i still am, that... you wouldn't be able to handle it, handle me. so, i... hurt you, before you could hurt me. but... the things i said, they were... they weren't true. steve, you meant everything to me, you were my light. you still mean everything to me." i pause, take a breath. "i always needed you, steve, i just... i let it get to me, the thought of you leaving."
for a while, there's nothing but the hum of the other line. the thought that he might have hung up comes back, but you push it away.
"i wouldn't have, you know," he finally speaks, "i wouldn't have left you."
those words are like a stab to the gut; the words you've been dying to hear for so, so long, are the solace you've needed. "i know."
even so, it's too late to turn back the clock, to pick up the pieces scattered across the floor. all that's left is to move on, no matter how badly you want to hold on to the past.
"steve..." you whisper, still crying. "can you say it?"
"say what?"
"say you love me... just, one last time. please."
on the other side, steve let out a breath. you're not sure if he's actually going to say it; you don't deserve it, you know that, but you need to hear them.
"i love you, y/n..." his voice broke, and it's then you realize that he's crying, too. "i never stopped."
a weight lifts, and you let out a guttural sob, grabbing at your chest. after all this time, he still... loves you. even after what you did, the pain you caused him, the confusion you left him with, he still loves you.
even so, it's still too late to try again. but, it was nice to hear.
"thank you, steve..." you finally speak, "thank you. for everything. it... it was nice while it lasted."
a broken chuckle leaves his lips. "yeah. it was." he says, and after a moment of quiet, he speaks again. "goodbye, y/n."
your lip quivers; there's a sharp pang in your chest. you muster whatever energy you have left to bite the words out.
"goodbye, steve."
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author's note: hope y'all enjoyed!! haven't posted anything for a bit, and i've had this stewing in my drafts for a whileeeee, so decided to finish it up tonight and post it. i think it could be betterrrr, thinking about writing it from steve's perspective, but i dunno, that's up to the masses to decide. also do think it'd be muuuuch angstier if steve got angry and didn't give the reader solace, but i can save that idea for another time.
lemme know what y'all want me to write!! my inbox is open, so feel free to ask!!! i need to get back into the habit of writing, work has been hell so i haven't really made time for it.
summary: smoking with your best friend turns into something you've only ever dreamed of.
warnings: fictional usage of marijuana, unprotected p in v, oral (gn!receiving), speaking of reader is gender neutral but there's usage of pussy, both of them are lowkey really switchy, steve referring to himself as 'daddy', creampie, filth filth filthhhhhhh 18+ MDNI I WILL FIND YOU
word count: 3.4k
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your lips wrap around the mouthpiece, sucking smoke down your throat and into your lungs. blood rushes through your ears, heart thumping loudly against your chest. you break away from the bong and tilt your head back, exhaling, smoke wafting into the air.
you can feel steve's eyes on you, even more the big dumb grin glued to his face. you peer at him from the peripheral of your vision, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lip, before you pass him the bong. he takes it from you and puts his lips to the mouthpiece. he doesn't take a rip yet; he nods his head at you, and you quirk a brow before realization washes over you: the lighter.
abashedly, you toss the lighter to him, and he's grinning against the mouthpiece. picking up the lighter and flicking it, he finally puts it to the bowl and takes a languid rip, eyes falling closed.
he looks stunning, nearly angelic with how his hair falls over his eyes, how the setting sun peeking in through the curtain makes his skin almost glow.
there's no doubt you like him, and you try to make it clear. casually flirting, giving him small, innocent touches, teasing him relentlessly to get a reaction out of him. y'know, the usual things you do to let someone know you're into them.
but steve can be dense, and deep down you're terrified to make a move. your friendship with him means the world to you; you won't let your feelings for him ruin that.
steve slumps back against the loveseat, blowing smoke from his mouth. he tilts his head to you and gives you that big dumb grin.
"you're staring." he comments; you blush, a little embarrassed that you got caught in the midst of watching him take a bong-rip. you lightly shove his shoulder. "shut up," you say playfully as you reach for the bong. he holds it out of your reach.
"that's not nice," he teases, the same stupid, shit eating grin on his stupidly pretty face. you huff, "when have you ever known me to be nice?"
"you are to me."
"yeah, well, i like you more than i do most."
he pauses for a moment. "you do?" you look up at him, noticing the glaze over his eyes and the pink in his cheeks. is he blushing?
you're curious now; does he like you in the way that you like him? he's never given any hints, at least none that you've picked up on. you shake the thought from your head; you're a friend to him, that might be all you'll ever be.
you smile softly, "of course i do, steve." you say genuinely, eyes tender. you wonder if it's the weed making you honest. he smiles back, the corners of his eyes crinkling. it's not his usual, big dumb grin, but an affectionate one. he holds the bong out to you; you go to grab it but he pulls it back.
"lemme do it." he murmurs, hazy puppy eyes gazing into yours. you let out a shaky breath and nod slowly. he taps the mouthpiece against your lips; you wrap your lips around it. he grabs your hand and guides it to hold the length of the bong.
steve grabs the lighter and flicks it, bringing it to the bowl and lighting it up. "inhale," he instructs, voice soft and quiet. you do as he says, eyes glued to his as you suck. after a moment he pulls the bowl out and you inhale the smoke into your lungs.
before you exhale, you look at him. really look at him. at his dilated pupils, pink cheeks, parted lips. you notice how he's eyeing your lips, and a newfound confidence builds in your chest. almost all your worries about ruining your precious friendship are pushed to the back of your mind, replaced by your desire for him.
a little bit of contact never hurt anyone.
you set the bong aside and scoot closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in.
"hey-" steve gasps, a hand grasping at your hip as he looks down at you. you tap his bottom lip, eyes on him, silently asking for him to open his mouth. he lets out a shaky breath, eyes wide for a millisecond before they relax and he parts his lips. you press yours to his and shotgun the smoke into his mouth.
he moans softly, nails digging into your hip. you run your hand up his neck and cup his cheek, stroking it gently. leftover smoke escapes and wafts into the air around the two of you, swirling around your heads.
you pull back, but steve immediately brings his hand to the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair, keeping you in place. he's lightly panting, puppy eyes more glazed than before.
"fuck," he whispers breathlessly against your lips, resting his forehead against yours. "you.. god, that.."
"steve...?" you speak softly; did you go too far? your earlier insecurities about ruining things start to flood back. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have-"
"god, please shut your pretty mouth for a second." he huffs, eyes meeting yours. you avert your gaze; you can't help but wonder what he's thinking.
when your eyes meet his again, he's not looking into yours. his eyes are on your lips again, his own parted. you brush your thumb along his cheekbone; his eyes meet yours.
it's quiet for a while, just you and steve gazing into each others eyes. he untangles his fingers from your hair and moves to wrap them around the nape of your neck firmly, squeezing.
you groan lowly, eyes fluttering. it's now that your breath gets taken away; his lips are on yours hungrily, kissing you like his life depended on it. you moan against his lips, shocked for a moment. is this real?
after a few seconds you melt into the kiss, arm around his shoulders holding onto him for dear life. he runs the hand at your hip to the small of your back, pressing you against him.
your hand at his cheek runs into his hair, fingers tangling in the strands. he grunts against your mouth, tongue running along your bottom lip, asking for entry. you grant it, opening your mouth just enough for him to push his tongue in.
he tastes of weed and minty gum and it makes you weak. you push your tongue against his, his against yours, swirling them around each other, tasting one another.
it's you who breaks away first, again, and it's him who keeps you just a few inches from his lips, again. you pant, lips pink and swollen, mouth slightly agape. you still aren't sure if this is real.
"steve.." you whisper breathlessly, nose bumping his. he hums lowly, "yeah, honey?"
honey. the simple pet name makes you melt. you swallow, opening your eyes to look up at him. you know you shouldn't, it'll ruin everything, but you can't help but want to go further. you can't help but want him.
"i.. i want more."
he groans lowly, hand pressing against the small of your back. "you're sure?" he murmurs against your lips; you nod slowly. "promise, honey?"
"steve, please," you breathe, "i need you."
he doesn't need to be told twice. he gently pushes you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs, hips pressing into you. it's now you feel his bulge; he's already so hard. you mewl, head falling back against the sofa cushions.
he leans down, breath hitting your neck, making you shiver. "y'feel it, sweetheart?" he whispers, "y'feel what you do to me?"
you moan, nodding quickly. "i do, i do. i feel it.” your voice cracks. “please, i need it, need you steve.”
he grins against your skin, pressing a kiss to the crevice between your neck and shoulder. "aren't you eager." he lifts his head and kisses your temple. “not yet, sweetheart.”
he hums lowly, pulling back and sitting on his legs; you whine at the loss of pressure. he tugs at the hem of your sweats and underwear, pulling them down and off before tossing them somewhere. he moves down your body, pressing kisses along your shirt covered torso, before coming face to face with your slick-sticky cunt. he groans, "fuck, you're so wet." looking up at you, he kitten licks your clit, making you mewl.
he licks your pussy with slow fervor, eyes on your face the entire time, studying your features with each swipe of his tongue. when you try to look away, he reaches up and grabs your jaw, making you look at him as he eats you out. you whine, watching him run the flat of his tongue up from your hole to your clit.
as good as it feels, you're increasingly growing impatient, desperate to feel his cock inside of you.
"steve, please, i need-"
"i know what you need." he cuts you off, stopping his ministrations to speak clearly. "let me take my time with you, sweetheart. let me make you feel good."
his affection makes your heart melt; even now, when he's going to have you in ways friends shouldn't, when he's going to fuck you, he's putting you and your pleasure first. who are you to say no?
you nod wordlessly, and he continues to lap at your pussy, drinking in your juices, making you watch the entire time. he hoists one of your thighs over his shoulder, then brings his fingers up to tease at your hole. he dips the tip of one in, hissing softly.
"god, you're tight." he mumbles, slowly pushing the digit inside, making you mewl. he starts moving his finger in and out, watching your face scrunch up when he hits a certain spot. he starts lapping at your clit, making you let out a whiny moan.
"steve, jesus fuck," you breathe, chest heaving. you didn't think just one finger and a tongue could make you feel so good. "god, don't stop, please don't stop. 's so good."
he groans against your pussy and starts lapping at your clit faster, pushing another digit into you, burying the two to their knuckles before moving them in and out at a faster pace than before, eager to make you cum. you moan loudly, whining as you watch him lap at your clit and piston his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out.
the coil in your tummy starts to tighten, his ministrations making you reel in pleasure. "steve, i'm gonna-"
"i know, sweetheart. go 'head, cum for me." he mumbles, and that's all it takes. soon, you're clamping down around his fingers, moaning uncontrollably as you let go, grinding into them, pushing them deeper.
when you come down from your high, panting like a dog, he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean with a near guttural moan that borders on a whine.
"fuck, you taste as good as you look." he mumbles, resting his head against your thigh. you prop yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him through half lidded eyes. his cheeks are flushed, face coated in your cum; he's so pretty you could cry.
"steve," you say breathlessly; he looks up at you through his lashes. you bite your lip and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him close and leaning over to catch his lips in a kiss. you moan at the taste of you on his tongue; he groans into your mouth, languidly bringing his hand to the hem of his pants and pushing them and his boxers down just enough for his cock to pop out.
he moves up until he's face to face with you, cock resting against your stomach. he's big, you can tell from the weight of it. you let out a shaky breath, looking up at him. he's smiling; he cups your face and presses a sweet kiss to your lips that you return instantly.
you break away after a short moment, resting your forehead against his. he hums, stroking your cheek. "you sure you still want this?" he murmurs against your lips.
"you're askin' that now?" you huff out a chuckle; he blows air through his nose, pinching your cheek.
"i'm serious," he says, "are you sure you still want this?"
your eyes soften as you look up at him; he's still just as sweet, just as kind, just as loving. he's willing to stop at your word, even if it means his pleasure gets sidelined. it reminds you of why you like him so much.
then you realize the meaning of his words. 'if we do this, there's no going back'. you think about all the times you'd been too scared to make a move at the cost of your friendship, why you opted for subtlety, but there's nothing subtle about this. this is all the cards on the table, face front.
your choice makes or breaks the bank, and you've already made it.
you smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling. your hand moves from his hair to cup his face; he leans into your palm with a hum. for a moment it's just this---him hovering above you, you below him stroking his cheek. then you speak.
"i've never been more sure of anything in my life."
steve can't suppress the grin that makes way to his lips. he turns his head slightly to press a kiss against your palm, then straightens up, running a hand to your hip and lifting your lower half up a little. he takes his hand from your face to wrap his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up with your hole.
he looks down at you, taking in your flushed cheeks, bitten lips, heaving chest. it elicits a low groan from him; he guides his tip to your waiting hole, pushing into you. you gasp, grasping at his shoulders and digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt.
"fuck, steve-" you let out a shaky moan, propping yourself up on your elbow. you want to see it slide in.
steve groans lowly, a heat growing in his gut as he sees you watching him put it in. he pushes in more, holding you still by your hip.
"jesus christ, you feel so fucking good." he pants, nails digging into your soft flesh. you mewl, biting your bottom lip as you watch his cock slide in slowly.
he’s stretching you so nicely, no matter the sting of it. you mewl as he buries himself to the hilt, eyes fluttering and head tilting back.
“fuck, steve.” you drawl breathlessly. he groans lowly, bringing his other hand to your hip.
“how d’you feel, honey? you feel full, hm?” he coos softly, running his hand over your stomach and pressing down. he lets out a breathy moan, cock throbbing inside your pussy. “oooh, you are so full.”
he grabs your hand and guides it to your stomach, pressing it over the bulge in your tummy, eliciting a moan from your throat. “y’feel it, baby?”
you nod quickly, whining. “uh-huh, i feel it, steve. feels so good, you’re so big.”
your words stroke his ego; he keeps your hand pressed against your stomach as he starts to roll his hips into you, cock going in and out, in and out, in and out…
steve is grunting and panting above you already, muttering about how good you feel wrapped around his cock. he let’s go of your hand and grabs your hips, starting to pull you onto his cock while fucking into you.
you’re mewling, toes curling as he hits all the right spots, your eyes glued to the sight. you’re grasping at his shoulder, other hand gripping the sofa cushion beneath you.
“steve, oh fuck, steve,” you moan breathlessly, “‘s so deep, you’re fuckin’ me so good, doin’ so good…”
steve let’s out a guttural groan, jaw going slack as his hips speed up almost involuntarily. your praise was doing something to him; it’s all he can think about now, your words replaying over and over in his head like a broken record.
you’re moaning loudly, mouth making an ‘o’ shape as you watch his cock piston in and out of you, hips slapping against your pussy.
“oooh, y’like that, stevie?” you mumble in between moans, whimpering like a dog whenever he hits just the right spot to make you arch your back. “like being told you’re doing a good job?”
he let’s out a very loud moan that borders on a whine, nodding hurriedly. “yes—fuck—yes, baby, i do, god, i do.”
your pussy twitches around his cock, clamping down and sucking him inside. he grunts, nails digging into your hips as his thrusts border on brutal, skin slapping against skin bouncing throughout the room.
“fuck, you trying to milk me, sweetheart?” he groans lowly, pushing one of your legs up to get a better, deeper angle. you gasp and writhe underneath him, pussy squeezing at his words. he hears you mumbling about wanting him to put a baby in you and he loses it.
he moves his hands to the backs of your thighs and pushes your legs up to your chest, pistoning in and out of your pussy. you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his cock twitch; he’s going to cum soon.
he buries his face in your neck, sucking and biting on the skin while he rams into you. “is that what you want, huh? you wanna make me a daddy?”
you mewl, back arching. he wraps his arm around the small of your back, holding you close as he fucks you near-brutally, your pussy squelching loudly around his cock.
“i know what you need, sweetheart,” he coos, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “c’mon, let go for me, honey, cum on daddy’s cock.”
a shudder wracks your body, making you writhe in pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. your pussy clamps around his cock, sucking it in deeper as if it were begging for his cum.
steve is on the brink of release, grunting and groaning as his tip bruises your cervix. he thrusts into you a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and shooting thick ropes of cum inside of you with a loud shudder, jaw slack.
he almost crushes you underneath him as his body goes lax, hips bucking involuntarily. he’s panting against your neck like a worn out dog, groaning lowly whenever your pussy convulses around his softening cock.
“fuck, oooh fuck,” you sigh, breathless, legs shaking. you're blissfully fucked out, chest heaving as you try to regain composure.
after it quiets down, you both lay there for a long moment, sweating and sticky, him rubbing languid circles into your hips and you playing with his hair mindlessly. thinking about what is going to happen moving forward. what will happen?
"steve.." you speak softly; he hums, "yeah, sweetheart?"
you let out a shaky breath, about to bite your tongue and say 'nevermind', but you need to ask. "does this.. change anything? between us?"
steve pulls back slightly to look down at you, eyes soft. he huffs, a small smile tugging at his lips as he brings a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.
"what do you think is going to change?" he asks in return. you swallow again, averting your gaze. "look at me, honey." you do, though hesitant. he asks again, "what do you think is going to change?"
"us. our friendship. i don't- i don't want this to make things.. weird, between us. you're everything to me, and i-"
"sweetheart." steve says firmly; you stop your rambling. he huffs again, stroking your cheek. "nothing is weird between us. i promise." he smiles softly. "you're my best friend."
you lean into his palm, looking up at him, doe-eyed and love drunk. there are a million thoughts racing through your mind, and only one gets vocalized.
"i think.. i want to be more than just friends."
you see the sparkle in steve's eyes at hearing that, see the way his pupils dilate. it confirms something you didn't think was true; he likes you, too.
he nods slowly, but there's no hesitance. "i want that, too."
you don't try to hide the smile that contorts your lips, your heart too happy to hide its joy. steve smiles too, resting his forehead against yours, sighing heavily, happy.
you both silently agree to talk about it later, too tired for a serious conversation. so, for now, you stick to one another, existing with each other contentedly. you're sticky and exhausted, but you're happy.
you guess a little bit of contact never hurt anyone.
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author's note: yay i'm finally finished with this. i dozed off a little when finishing writing the ending i'm ngl. anyway i hope you liked it!!! send in requests, i don't bite! anyway i'm gonna write for rory culkin characters now instead of work on my many, many drafts, good day or night to you, dear reader
warnings: consensual cannibalism, descriptions of doe eating (part) of reader, eeeeh i think that’s about it???
word count: 629
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they were hungry. there was only a couple cans of fruit in the cabinet, and a carton of spoiled milk in the fridge
you weren’t home yet; you had another late night at work, to doe’s chagrin. they were being good, though, patient
but by the gods did it miss you, because he was near tearing her hair out and biting their nails to the beds while waiting for the time to tick by
and then they got hungry
and it all got worse
because now, not only are they yearning to be near you again, she’s starving
for flesh
and there’s not a single piece of meat in the house
usually, they’d go out to find someone something to eat, but he felt lazy, too hungry and too lovesick to move
so, they laid curled up in a blanket that smelled like you, in a fetal position, stomach rumbling loudly and chest tight as it waited for you to return from work
and soon, you did. not fifteen minutes later, her ears perked up at the sound of the front door opening and closing
it nearly trampled over his feet when they jumped out of bed and dashed down the hall to greet you
‘ darling! ’ they’d shout, practically tackling you to the floor as her arms wrapped around you, face burying itself in your chest
you’re a little shocked, but then you chuckled and draped your arms over his back. ‘ i missed you, too, my love ’ you hummed; it purred into your ear, breath hot against your neck
a loud rumble filled the room. you blinked, and it doesn’t take you long to figure out where it came from:
doe’s stomach - they hadn’t eaten a single thing today
you huffed a small, airy chuckle, ‘ sweetheart… ’ you propped yourself up on one elbow, peering down at him. she peeked up at you in return
you cupped their cheek, smiling at it softly, then brought that same hand to push your jacket off one arm, grabbing your t-shirt next to pull it off halfway, baring your shoulder to them
immediately she started to drool, eyes flicking from the tender flesh to your own loving eyes, as if looking for permission
you cupped their cheek again and brought him closer, bumping your nose with hers, then tilted its head towards your shoulder
‘ go ahead, my dear ’ you breathed, chest rising and falling slowly. it was the least you could do, let her feed off of you. you’d rather this than have them starve
doe swallowed, arms tightening around you as it buried his nose in the crook of your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent deeply with a whiny little moan
she licked a stripe up the side of your neck, savoring your flavor. the tip of its nose brushed along your skin as he made way to your shoulder
their breath is hot against your bare skin; you feel her drool drip onto your shoulder, humming as he licked it up
then, she sunk its teeth into your tender flesh
you let out a loud yelp, head falling back against the floor. she snakes his hand up to grip your scruff, holding you in place while she took a bite out of you
it throbbed painfully; blissfully
you smiled as it took another bite out of you, tears falling from your eyes, hand fisting his shirt tightly
you were happy to provide for her, happy that you’re the one to give it what they so desperately need
and as your blood dripped down your arm, your chest, your back, as she licked your wound, kissed up your neck and jaw to your lips, you knew you’d do it again for them
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author’s note: haaaaiiiiii, i know the layout’s a bit different, i’m trying something new, but i still hope you liked it! plsss send in asks, i’m bored as helllll and wanna write some stuff. p.s. i’m working on a steve harrington fic
