#an upcoming shell for you guys

[noxtivagus]

thinking some more before i. be productive 🫣

[justalonelybitch]

Hiding In Plain Sight

Kazuha x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: pure chaos, reader was in iz*one

Word Count: 2.5k

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As hard as you tried to listen to the words of your leader, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to the girl beside you, Chaewon's stern voice falling deaf in your ears. Your eyes shone with mirth as you watched Kazuha's focus waver, feeling your stare burning holes into the side of her head. She couldn't help the smile that made its way onto her face upon turning to meet your warm gaze. Her cheeks burned red as you continued to silently stare at her like a love sick fool. She willed herself to turn back to Chaewon with great effort, but not before reaching out to give your hand a brief squeeze.

Your forehead creased in a frown as she pulled her hand back to her lap after a few short seconds. Staring after her hand with a pout, you silently shifted on the couch, shuffling closer to your girlfriend. Your hand crept closer to Kazuha's as Chaewon droned on about the importance of your upcoming performance. The ballerina spared you another glance, eyes softening when they landed on your subtle frown. She wordlessly closed the distance between your hands, grasping your hand firmly in reassurance. She laced your fingers together as a silent promise she wouldn't let go this time.

"Are you guys even listening?!" Chaewon's yell of exasperation pulled the two of you from a world of your own. You both exchanged shy smiles before offering an apologetic expression to your leader. The older merely huffed dismissively, ignoring the giggles of your members as they shared knowing looks. When Chaewon resumed her lecture, the two of you did your best to listen carefully so not to anger your leader. While your gazes never flickered to one another again in fear of a scolding, your hands remained intertwined at your sides.

~~

Attending what the dancer could've sworn was the millionth schedule that week, she allowed a tired sigh to slip past her lips. Her mind wandered far and wide as she willed her eyes not to flutter closed, just a few more hours. Kazuha found her gaze wandering the dressing room in search of you, unable to help the smile from tugging her lips upwards as her eyes landed on their intended target. She watched silently as you happily spoke with your stylist, admiring your stage outfit appreciatively. Her eyes filled with delight when you briefly met her gaze, beaming when your lips curled into a knowing grin.

Sakura eyed her younger member knowingly, lips twitching as the faintest of grins threatened to creep onto her face. She knew how much Kazuha adored you from the very moment she laid her pretty brown eyes upon you. The way the dancer's gaze lingers longer on you than anyone else, an exception to her boredom, her only exception. She would never get bored losing herself in you, in your irises that shone with nothing but affection for her. Tracing your features with her eyes when you weren't looking, admiring each and every detail that was unique to you and you only.

How she would attentively listen to every word that rolled off your tongue, no matter how stupid it may be. When she would unconsciously smile each time a melodious laugh passed your lips. Most of all, the way she always longed to be in your presence, whether it be sitting silently as her leg gently brushed against yours or simply standing by your side during schedule. It eased her mind, she liked knowing she would never have to reach far to find your hand. She liked knowing you were close by.

Sakura's eyes swirled with fondness as she glanced between the two of you. For as long as the eldest had known you, you had always been the reserved girl that preferred watching from the sidelines rather than drawing attention. Listening rather than speaking. But with Kazuha you were an entirely different person. She brought you out of your shell, and Sakura couldn't be more thankful for it. They all got to witness a different side of you, only none of them could seem to figure out why the Japanese girl was the only one that could make it happen. Sakura was content not knowing, she was just happy the two of you had found one another.

~~

You tugged Kazuha's- your cap down to cover your eyes as numerous bright flashes of a camera threatened to blind you. You did your best to wave at fans as you moved through the airport at an ungodly hour of the morning. A grin crept onto lips when the faintest brush of fingertips grazed your arm. No words were exchanged between the two of you as Kazuha linked her arm with yours, head landing on your shoulder as you waited patiently at security. You leaned into her comforting touch, it helped you forget about how tired you truly were.

"Where's your jacket?" Kazuha whispered, concern growing when you shivered in her grasp. "Eunchae was cold," you shrugged, sparing a glance at the youngest who bounced around happily in your oversized hoodie. Kazuha couldn't help but smile at your selflessness, though she also couldn't help but worry when goosebumps rose in the wake of the airport's stupidly cold air conditioning. "You'll keep me warm, right?" You questioned teasingly, smirking when her cheeks flushed red. Glancing around awkwardly, she nodded her head jerkily with false confidence.

Unlinking your arm from hers, your eyes landed on her timid smile as you turned to face her. She raised her brows in silent questioning, but you merely grinned cheekily, eyes dancing with mischief. Her hands were stuffed into her jacket pockets, so you took the opportunity to snake your hands beneath her unzipped jersey, wrapping your arms around her waist securely. She smiled in understanding when you buried your face into the crook of her neck, wrapping her hoodie around you, allowing you to share the warmth. Neither of you paid attention to the increased flashes of cameras at your display, simply basking in one another's presence before you would be inevitably separated for an agonisingly long fight.

~~

Zuha <3: I miss you, come cuddle me

Chaewon's curious gaze flickered to you upon hearing your uncharacteristically loud giggles fill the small hotel room. "Who are you texting??" Chaewon questioned, eyes narrowed in suspicion as she stared down at you. "No one," you murmur unconvincingly, the slight quirk of your lips giving you away. The older girl stared at you scrutinizingly, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. She watched as you smiled down at your phone, tapping away happily. "Y/n, I can see you typing." Chaewon muttered, unimpressed by your poor attempt at lying.

Abruptly lifting yourself off the hotel bed opposite Chaewon's, you grabbed your jacket before heading towards the door. "Where are you going?" Your leader questions, attempting to mask her worry with faux frustration. "Zuha and Kkura unnie's room, they're more fun." You poked your tongue out at your leader before slipping out of your shared room. Chaewon pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation as the door clicked shut behind her. You were certainly close to earning the role of her most troublesome child.

~~

Kazuha smiled when she heard the door to her hotel room creak open, placing her phone down when you came tip-toed into sight. She chuckled when you waved at her with a stupid grin, opening her arms expectantly. "Where's Kkura unnie?" You questioned, practically launching yourself into her arms. Kazuha huffed when you landed atop her but smiled nonetheless. "She went out, Yunjin and Eunchae wanted to explore." She explained, and you snorted, imagining your poor eldest member being dragged from place to place by the energetic duo. "You didn't want to join them?" You asked, but Kazuha merely shook her head, smiling down at you.

"I just wanted to spend time with you," the dancer confessed, pulling you impossibly closer in the dimly lit hotel room. "You're such a sap," you teased, ducking your head in hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks. Kazuha only smiled in response, unable to deny your claim. After a beat of silence passed, you glanced up at your girlfriend, melting under her adoring gaze. "But I missed you too," you admitted, recalling the messages she'd sent earlier. Beaming at your admission, Kazuha felt the words rolling off the tip of her tongue before she could stop them.

"I love you," she uttered, brown orbs swirling with sincerity. No matter how many times the words slipped past her lips, butterflies would always swarm to life inside your stomach every time. "I love you too," you whispered into the comfortable silence, snuggling into her arms. "But you've really got to stop making me act like a lunatic in public with your adorable texts because Chaewon unnie is getting suspicious." You huffed, and Kazuha chuckled at your strange request. "Then how will you know I want cuddles?" She asked, flashing you an adorably innocent grin. "Fair point," you conceded, feeling your eyes begin to grow heavy with sleep. Her soft giggles were the last thing you heard before losing yourself to sleep.

~~

You found yourself right back in Kazuha's warm embrace on the dorm's couch the very next week. Only this time the members seemed to be consumed by a world of chaos, one the two of you simply watched from the outskirts. You were perfectly content in her arms, feeling no desire to be anywhere else. "You guys are being boring again!" Eunchae suddenly complained, dragging you into her chaos, willing or not. As much as you loved your youngest member, nothing could move you from the comforting hold of your girlfriend.

"I'm tired," you complained, snuggling further into Kazuha's arms, face buried in her hoodie clad shoulder. "Go bed if you're tired!" Chaewon scolded you without missing a beat, hands planted firmly on her hips. "No, I want to stay here with Zuha." You huffed, feeling the dancer's hold on you tighten in silent agreement. You groaned in annoyance when Chaewon tried to tug at your arm in hopes of convincing you to sleep early for once, but to no avail.

"Hey, I thought I was your favourite!" Yunjin exclaimed loudly, eyes narrowed as you sunk further into your girlfriend's embrace. Plopping down on the couch beside you with a thud, the vocalist poked your cheek repetitively until you spared her so much as a passing glance. Swatting her hand away, you shook your head at her claim, fingers curling into the fabric of your girlfriend's hoodie. "Zuha's warmer," you uttered simply, grinning at the look of betrayal spreading across Yunjin's features.

"Unnie, you told me I was your favourite last week!" Eunchae whined, betrayal of her own creeping onto her face. The youngest's saddened expression had you reluctantly pulling away from Kazuha, rising to your feet and padding towards the disheartened maknae. "Don't be silly, I don't have favourites." You reassured, ruffling Eunchae's hair and flashing her an apologetic smile. "Except Zuha?" Yunjin inquired, squinting at you from the couch. "Except Zuha," you affirmed, the words slipping past your lips before you could stop them. The chaos that followed was certainly worth seeing Kazuha's sheepish smile.

~~

The six of you sat in a circle in the dorm's living room, numerous exclamations both happy and sad bounced from the walls, ones you were almost certain your neighbours would be complaining about tomorrow. Who knew Uno could be such a competitive game? You spared a subtle glance in Kazuha's direction, nudging her upon noticing she was left with only one card. Her confused gaze found yours, to which you nodded your head towards her singular card. "Oh, Uno!" Kazuha announced happily, smiling when you clapped encouragingly. You smiled when she sported a cute frown, her eyes drifting between the stack cards and her own, determined to win.

"Y/n unnie! It's your turn," Eunchae complained impatiently, pulling you from your daze. You hummed in acknowledgement, hearing Eunchae giggle when your eyes landed on the stack of cards before you. "Pick up eight!" The youngest cackled evilly, eyes dancing with mischief. Your eyes briefly flickered to your own draw two card, but one wary glance in Kazuha's direction and you knew what you had to do. Eunchae grinned widely when you began picking up the required eight cards from the deck, and it was all worth it when you heard your girlfriend's exclamation of victory. Cheering happily, you leaned forward and pressed a celebratory kiss to her cheek despite your own calculated misfortune.

Your leader's jaw dropped at the display, eyes wide as she stared at the two of you in disbelief. Never in all the years Chaewon had known you had you ever let anyone kiss your cheek, let alone kiss someone else's. "I want a kiss too!" Yunjin requested, tapping her cheek expectantly. You shook your head in refusal, poking your tongue out at the vocalist childishly. "How come Zuha gets a kiss and I don't?" The older girl complained, still insistently taping her cheek. "Because Zuha's my girlfriend," you blurted out casually.

Chaewon's brain promptly short-circuited.

Not only had you, her child, had what she was convinced was your first kiss, but now you had a girlfriend too? "Chaewon unnie?" You questioned hesitantly, nothing was ever good when she was quiet, shouting would be closer to normal, preferred even. Her narrowed eyes flickered between you and Kazuha for what felt like aeons before she finally broke her silence. "My baby is growing up!" She cried, pulling you into a surprisingly tight hug. You fought off the grin threatening to break out on your features at her approval. No one's opinion meant more to you than hers.

"How come you never told me you had a crush?" Chaewon asked, offended that you hadn't confided in her. Sakura cut in when you began to stumble over your words, embarrassment clear as day on your face. "It was kinda obvious, Chaewon-ah." The eldest stated plainly, earning a grateful smile from you. "We never really hid it from you guys," you mumbled, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck. The leader only shushed you in response, patting your head affectionately. "I can't believe my baby had her first kiss!" She squealed, pulling you into yet another bone crushing hug.

"First?" You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before Yunjin's hand was slapped over your mouth. Her eyes were comically wide as she shook head rapidly, pointing towards Chaewon in warning. The leader's eyes were now narrowed in a glare, staring down at you. "That's right, first kiss!" You swallowed thickly, shrinking under her stern gaze. Chaewon hummed approvingly, sending Kazuha one last warning glare before smiling brightly at the two of you.

"Unnie, is that why you always sleep in Zuha's bed-" Eunchae was hurriedly dragged away by Yunjin before she could complete her innocent question, but enough had been said, or perhaps too much. "Y/n, what was Eunchae talking about? I'm only going to ask you once." Reluctantly turning to meet your demise, you winced upon meeting Chaewon's harsh glare, wondering how it was possible for someone so tiny to be so incredibly intimidating. "I'm waiting." Your leader uttered impatiently.

You were so dead.

writing this much fluff back to back is so out of character for me, someone pls come exorcise these happy demons from me

[infinitydivine]

What can you expect in March? (PAC)

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Hello Pile 1.

Four of Pentacles, Strength and Queen of Pentacles

General- This pile will be focused more on getting the 'money bag" and financial opportunities. You will be building resources and being more stable. This month's theme will be getting financially stable. This month will bring you the courage you need to face any difficulty you are finding to face and get over it. You will be more focused on self-care and self-confidence and how to build a strong foundation for yourself. You are being advised to remain compassionate and understanding, to everyone and yourself. A time of financial stability is coming for you.

Romance- A good month to put boundaries between you and your partner if you feel your partner has been crossing the limits. There could be an increased desire to build a stable and secure foundation in the relationship for both partners to feel safe and secure.

Career and finances- There will be more focus on financial stability. This phase will build a strong foundation for your upcoming future. Be careful and manage your stress.

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Hermit, Devil and Two of Pentacles

General- March will bring you into a self-isolation period but it is very much needed now for you especially if you have been dealing with burnout and fatigue. You will be shown that being alone is a necessary part of the cycle of life and relationships. You will be guided to go more inward to seek the answers you are looking for outside.

Romance- You might be disconnected from your romantic interest or partner this month to focus more on yourself and your inner journey. This will be an excellent opportunity for you to enhance the connection you have with yourself because March is all about self-love baby.

Career and Finances- March will be a good month for you to deep think about what you actually want from your career and what you actually want to do. If you are not satisfied with your job, you might be guided to take a step in this direction too.

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Knight of wands, High Priestess, ten of Wands, and Eight of Wands

General- This month will fly past over you and you will barely notice it. Things are moving very fast for you this month. If you were in a stagnant position in life, this is your reminder that will be moving for you. You will come out of your shell. You will find yourself with enough passion to pursue your dreams. You will have a sudden outburst of motivation after being in a still position for over past few months/weeks.

Romance- Old romance might be ignited this month, with some past discoveries of events that you missed. If you have been unlucky in love before, March could bring a brand new romance for you. If in a relationship, you guys will be spending some quality time together and rekindling the deep connection you already have.

Career and Finances- This is a phase of changes and growth and you will notice it too. Oppurtunities will be knocking at your door and if you have been waiting for a financial opportunity, you could soon find it too.  It’s a time to step up and showcase your skills, embracing leadership roles and initiating new projects with enthusiasm and courage.

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[ketrindoll]

List of russian lies in the UN or during diplomatic speeches:

1. In January-February of 2022 russia claimed in the UN that they will not invade Ukraine, that they have no plans to invade Ukraine, and evidence of upcoming invasion are lies made by the US or others.

End of the same month russia launched a full-scale invasion.

2. Russia claimed in the UN that the reason they attacked Ukraine was to fight some "local nazis" and that they are indeed good guys fighting Ukrainian hatred. That, however, does not explain why: a) russia opposed the grain deal until Turkey threatened to make it work one way or the other, showing their intention to starve hundreds of millions of people in neutral countries for no reason whatsoever, b) russia refused to allow UN or Red Cross etc to observe the conditions of POWs or to open humanitarian corridors for people to escape from Mariupol or other conflict zones, with thousands of witnesses reporting abductions, filtration camps, and shelling of retreating civilians, c) russia claimed to only want to protect local russian population, yet completely destroyed whole cities in majorly-russian-speaking Eastern Ukraine, like Mariupol (satellites showing mass graves), and bombing mainly civilian targets - schools, hospitals, theatres, a shopping mall during peak hours, a train station where people waited for evacuation, apartment buildings, etc. Currently we can see that there is no effort on the russian-controlled side of Dnipro river to help people in flooded areas, with videos and citizen testimonies reporting shelling of all disaster aid attempts, d) russia claimed that they only hate the "nazi" Ukrainian government, yet they openly shelled Ukrainian power grids during winter, for no other reason than to leave innocent civilians with no gas or electricity.

3. Russian state TV, public figures like Solovyov, former President and Prime Minister as well as head of security council of russia Medvedev openly stated either on national TV or in their social media pages that they want to "exterminate" Ukrainians. That the whole country should not exist, that Ukrainian language is fake, etc etc. This is genocidal speech and it is not limited to Ukraine either. The Baltic States, Poland, etc also received such claims - that they "do not exist" that they "belong to russia" or that they "should be invaded". Makes it very obvious who the imperialistic, colonist aggressor actually is. Medvedev also repeatedly threatened Western European countries with missile or even nuclear attack, yet they claim to only be "defending themselves".

4. Lavrov got laughed at during a summit in India for claiming that "russia was invaded by Ukraine". Do I even need to explain why this is a lie? If I do, check 1st point again. Or just turn on your brain.

5. Then there's more sci-fi nutjobby official russian claims (or lies) about - bioweapons in Ukraine, pidgeons carrying disease or weapons to russia, Ukraine having some super-soldiers, or even dark magic, as indicated by russian Ministry of Defense changing the goal of their "special military operation" from "denazification" to "desatanization".

And that's just a few of the main ones. More is discussed in the latest UN meeting, you can watch the video on their official website.

So, knowing all of this, why the fuck would you believe ANYTHING they say? Especially about the destruction of dam?

Russia has repeatedly shown aggressive attitude towards neighbouring countries, claimed their wish to occupy them, russian officials called for extermination of whole nationalities, and both President putin and Belova have enough evidence against them for ICC to issue a warrant for them for GENOCIDE AND WAR CRIMES.

If you still believe in russia, despite anything they themselves say, you're either a genocide-supporter or unbelievably stupid.

[puppy-steve]

january fic rec - b sides

not actually fics i read in january, but i need to clear out my ao3 recs to prep for the upcoming months and this seems like a good enough time to do that.

Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance - E, 14.5k, complete @lexirosewrites

tags: alpha eddie, omega steve, tattoo artist eddie, falling in love, angst with a happy ending

Steve goes into Hellfire Ink for one reason and one reason only: to have his mating bond broken. Meeting the owner, who specializes in this taboo service, is the silver lining to being blindsided at the sudden and devastating end of his twelve year marriage to Nancy. It only takes a handful of painful scarification sessions for them to redefine their expectations of love.

Little Velvet Box - E, 2.3k, complete preservedchaos

tags: modern au, marriage proposal

Steve didn’t mean to find it. He was honestly looking for one of the pairs of Christmas socks he knew Eddie kept buried in his drawer. His hand was buried in the sea of socks, rooting around for the fluffy material, when his fingers encountered a solid object.

Ask The Wife - M, 1.8k, complete unhappy_peaches

tags: secret relationship, eddie calls steve his wife

“You guys all call me and Steve “mom and dad,” so, theoretically, if that is true, that makes him my wife.”

don't let go - E, 3.9k, complete sunbleacheddie

tags: rockstar eddie, reunion sex

Eddie's been on tour for a month and has to extend his time away. He surprises Steve by coming home early.

hash brown, egg yolk (i will always love you) - G, 2.8k, complete @stevethehairington | MacksDramaticShenanigans

tags: married steddie, rockstar eddie, teacher steve, domestic fluff

Six months is a long time to be apart. A long time to go without seeing Eddie in the flesh. Without hearing his laugh, low and melodic, right against the shell of his ear. Without hugging Eddie around the middle and hooking his chin over Eddie’s shoulder while he stands at the stove and pushes something delicious around a pan. Without kissing Eddie. But so is the way of being married to a hotshot musician with a band that has more than made it big. Because that's what Eddie is. And, god, Steve couldn’t be more proud. Even if it does mean that sometimes he and Eddie have to go long stretches of time without seeing each other. But that doesn’t matter anymore. Because Eddie is home now, and he’s going to be home for a while. Corroded Coffin just wrapped up the European leg of their tour (“Fucking Europe, Stevie! Can you believe it!”) and they’ve been given a month before their North American leg is set to start. A whole entire month that Eddie already promised he will be spending at home with Steve. Starting today.

Oath of Devotion - G, 1.4k, complete @matchingbatbites

tags: steve plays dnd, extablished relationship

"Three years ago, I took my place by your side as your personal guard. I swore to care for you, to protect you from anything that would want to hurt you, and somewhere along the way, we fell in love."

nothing else matters - T, 2.4k, complete AliuIce0814

tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, unplanned pregnancy

Steve’s pretty sure there’s no pee left in his body. Still, all seven of these tests have to be wrong, right? Sure, he’s seeing Eddie Munson pretty regularly - but Eddie always wears a condom, but they never have sex when Steve’s in heat. So why are all of these pregnancy tests positive?

Indecent - M, 2.9k, complete NotEvenCloseToStraight

tags: idiot4idiot, established relationship

Steve was adorable wearing Eddie’s clothes. He was stupidly sexy wearing Eddie’s clothes. Steve was unfairly breaking Eddie’s brain wearing his clothes and it was just downright indecent. “Steve.” Eddie swallowed hard and lowered his voice. “Steve, go change.” “What?” Steve’s nose wrinkled when he frowned. “Why?” “Go change.” “But I’m comfortable.” “Go. Change.” “Eddie, I don’t understand--” “PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME!” Eddie planted his feet and pointed violently at the crop top. “SO HELP ME STEVE HARRINGTON!”

A King On His Throne - E, 4.1k, complete Papaya_Whip

tags: dom/sub, choking, pre-discussed kink

“Like what you see?” Eddie asks, teasing. “Yeah,” Steve replies dumbly. He has the decency to blush afterward, because fuck, Eddie has him so malleable and that word fell so easily from his mouth, but Eddie’s persona is starting to slip again, to give way to something severely tender underneath, and Steve shoves him into a kiss before the expression Eddie is wearing can melt him entirely. And it’s bliss; it’s Eddie’s arms wrapping around him and dragging him that last inch closer, until their bodies are flush and Steve can barely breathe. It’s Eddie chasing Steve’s tongue and moaning, loud and low, into Steve’s parted lips. It’s Eddie’s wild, gorgeous hair pulled tight in Steve’s desperate fists. Steve leverages his grasp on Eddie’s curls to pull his head back, presses a shower of kisses down the column of his throat. Scrapes his teeth there and feels as Eddie swallows around a hiss. “Fuck, Stevie,” he says, “you’ve completely ruined me.”

Bows & All - E, 3.3k, complete GodsDoggy

tags: daddy kink, transmasc steve, dom/sub, breeding kink

“What can I say?” Steve smiles. “I’m a man of my word.” Eddie snorts. “Clearly.” He looks down between them, admiring the ribbons that decorate Steve's inner thighs. “Bows and all, huh?” Steve laughs, a little breathless in his needy state. “Bows and all.”

Tiny Green Shorts - E, 2.2k, complete @hotluncheddie

tags: steve's green basketball shorts, dom/sub, free use mentions

Steve wants attention, so he puts on his old shorts from high school.

Playing House with You - E, 4.3k, complete GonzoTheGreat

tags: daddy kink, breeding kink, mommy kink

They had just moved into their own little house outside of town, it was perfect to him in every way. Thing was, it got Steve picturing them “playing house” as Eddie would call it. It was driving him crazy.

i wish i knew how (your eyes are like starlight now) - G, 10k, complete @stevethehairington | MacksDramaticShenanigans

tags: pining, christmas fluff, getting together, first kiss, mistletoe

Steve makes a promise, Robin likes to meddle, and the spirit of Christmas strikes (out) again. And again. And again. (Until it doesn’t.)

Be My Mistake - T, 4.1k, complete flowershoplights

tags: fluff, snowball fights, love confessions

Steve and Eddie find warmth in each other during the holiday season

Your skin and bones turn into something beautiful (You know I love you so) - M, 4.2k, complete ChristinMKay

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, platonic stobin, soulmate au

Steve Harrington is born with a scream on his lips and so much love in his being that his body is covered in it. An abundance of moles, freckles, and birthmarks are speckled across his skin, painting him in constellations and stardust and affection. The nurses and doctors are congratulating Steve’s parents as they place him in the arms of his mother. They say he is blessed. Lived so many lives filled with people who loved him so much that the press of their lips against his skin had to echo through time and leave a mark.

Dial V for Virgin - E, series, complete @lexirosewrites

tags: alpha eddie, omega steve, college au, frat steve, eddie calls steve "puppy"

Rushing a fraternity so his dad will keep paying for college isn’t exactly Steve’s idea of fun. Being required to lose his virginity in order to get a bid from ABΩ somehow makes it even worse. Which is why finding graffiti in a party bathroom that says, “for a good time text Eddie 555-318-7249,” feels like a sign from the universe.

Fucked Up (Perfect) Family - E, 6.4k, complete GonzoTheGreat

tags: daddy kink, mommy kink, breeding kink, steve wants a baby and eddie's gonna give him one

He nodded. “You refer to me as the kid’s dad, yeah?” “Yeah?” “And today was different, what was different?” Something was different, he hadn’t realized that. Every other time he’d referred to Eddie as the ‘dad’ all he felt was warm contentment, like soup on a cold day. Today he freezed. Even if Dustin didn’t notice, it still happened. Which means Eddie must have seen it. “Ummm well… I don’t know? I mean I’ve always kinda liked you being a father figure to the kids if that makes sense? Like you’re the dad and I’m the mom and we’re one big happy family.”

Once Bitten (Twice Shy) - E, 22.1k, complete ParadimeShifts

tags: modern au, christmas fluff, the three muskequeers as roommates, light dom/sub

Steve’s relationship with Christmas had always been tenuous, to say the least, but it didn’t help that this was the first Christmas he would be suffering through since his ex-girlfriend had snatched up his self-esteem and taken off running the year before. He knew it was the intrinsically romantic quality of the holiday season, and nothing more. Just his lonely bones after a year of healing from heartbreak. But Eddie's arms around him when he needed them most were starting to feel a lot like love. Or: A fic inspired by George Michael's "Last Christmas".

use your words, baby - E, 4.5k, complete @infinite-orangepeel

tags: transmasc steve, established relationship, dysphoria mentions, daddy kink

“Like it’s a real cock, you mean?” Steve clarifies, brain moving at a snail’s pace since all the blood has traveled down into his swollen clit. “That’s exactly what I mean, pretty boy, but not just any random fucker’s cock. You’re too good for the rest of ‘em. Like it’s my cock. Like you’re sucking me off in a dirty bar bathroom—like that one we went to in Chicago last summer. Like you wanna get me off as fast as possible so no one catches you being such a filthy cumslut for the town freak,” Eddie kisses his abdomen, dips his tongue into his belly button, and ruts his cock against the concave part of Steve’s hip, “Suck it hard, baby. C’mon play pretend with me and I’ll moan right in your ear the whole time like it’s really mine.”

can you feel the hot blood rush? - E, 5.9k, complete GodsDoggy

tags: mommy kink, dom/sub, sub eddie, sex club, exhibitionism

A strong hand slides up the length of Eddie’s thigh, pausing right where the leather tapers off at his crotch. “You went somewhere, honey. What’s wrong?” Eddie keeps his eyes on the road as he speaks. Steve’s thumb moves in small circles over his thigh. “Thinking about stuff.” “What kind of stuff?”

summer's in the air, and baby heaven's in your eyes - E, 2.2k, complete steddieverse

tags: mommy kink, sub eddie, soft dom steve, grinding, frottage

So it's times like this, sitting together on Eddie's ass of a couch, when it feels like the Earth is spinning a lot faster than normal. Steve glistened with sweat, hair messy. The joint he's smoking is just the cherry on top. Eddie has to admit, summer really is doing him some fucking justice on this one thing. or, eddie munson has got it real bad for steve harrington during a heatwave.

let me wrap my teeth around the world - E, 1.3k, complete skwudgie

tags: transmasc steve, pussy worship, dom/sub, sub eddie, soft dom steve

Eddie Munson has a thing about dropping to his knees.

sos - T, 7.1k, complete @ikarakie

tags: post-s3, established relationship, secret relationship, accidental outting, protective wayne

eddie and steve have been dating, in secret, for nearly a year when starcourt happens. the gang find out because wayne munson turns up at the hospital, having been called there because he's steve's emergency contact. eddie isn't far behind.

in your eyes i am complete - E, 4.5k, complete bdelaney

tags: shibari, valentines day, dom/dub, daddy kink, spit kink, dacryphilia

On the one hand, Steve's really not complaining that Eddie isn’t one of those people who thinks of Valentine's Day as the “most romantic day of the year” like some of the girls he had known in high school. But on the other hand, nothing makes Steve happier than seeing Eddie happy, and he is certain that celebrating the holiday as a couple would make his boyfriend very happy. Even if he won’t outwardly admit it. So it was decided–Steve would be sweeping Eddie off his feet with the most romantic Valentine’s Day he could possibly imagine. They didn’t call him King Steve in high school for nothing.

Wake-Up Call - E, 2.2k, complete cheshiredog

tags: morning sex, established relationship, fluff

Steve groans and hugs his pillow. A little smile curls his lips though his eyes are shut. “That feel good?” Eddie asks. “You like it when I push your dick into the bed?” “Mmhmm.” “You’re so perfect like this. All pliant and sweet. Gonna feel so good fucking you into this mattress.” Steve’s grin widens. “Mmhmm.” “Fuck. I love you, Steve.” “Love you. Fuck me.” Eddie wakes up Steve with some slow morning sex.

Close, Closer - E, 5.4k, complete JCMadGirl

tags: light dom/sub, safeword use, hurt/comfort

It's going well, until it isn't. [“Do you remember when- when we told you about the Russians?” He finally chokes out, feeling like he’s balancing on the edge of a ravine. “Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes burn on his skin, like he can see right through all of Steve’s carefully constructed walls, and he knows that’s true. “You haven’t- haven’t told me everything, have you?” Steve clenches his fists. “Steve, what did they do to you?”] Or, Steve Harrington has a flashback in the middle of a scene

On My Way - E, 8.1k, complete MiraEdge

tags: booty calls, heat fic, first time bottoming

“Eddie, I want you to make me cum so hard that then I pass out. I need you to fuck this out of me until I can’t get it up anymore. If you want me to drink some water, sure, but please don’t try to make me sleep when every nerve in my fucking body is feeling like it’s on fi- Fuuck!"

just guys being dudes - E, 7.4k, complete midnightdrive

tags: threesome, accidental voyeurism, light daddy kink

“I don’t think we’ve been direct enough, so now we’re asking. You in?” Gareth sees something he maybe shouldn’t have.

breathe out (so i can breathe you in) - E, WIP kaleinope

tags: school of rock au, jewish eddie, dad steve, music teacher eddie, basketball coach steve

“You thinking of getting it for yourself?” The man continues, eyebrows raised, and that’s when Steve realises he’s just been staring, practically drooling over this stranger who's decided to strike up a conversation about a guitar. A part of him wishes that the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “Oh, uh, no, actually.” He says, “It’s for my daughter.” Something indecipherable flickers across the man’s face, there and gone again in an instant, “How sweet.” “I don’t know what I’m looking for,” he admits, a little sheepish, “I’m not a musician, so…” he shrugs, “I have no way of knowing if this is a good guitar or not.” There’s a hint of amusement in the man’s eyes as his mouth tilts into a more crooked grin, “Well, lucky for you, I can help.” In one fluid motion, the man drops himself into a sweeping, dramatic bow. The suddenness of it startles a laugh out of Steve. “Eddie Munson, guitarist, musician extraordinaire - at your service.” His energy is infectious - Steve finds that he’s grinning, “Uh, Steve Harrington. Basketball coach, dad,” He tries to think of another good descriptor, but comes up short, “Totally at a loss, here.”

lavender haze - E, 2.9k, complete bdelaney

tags: daddy kink, lingerie, dom/sub, feminization, nipple play

Kinktober Day 16: Lingerie Eddie rakes his hands underneath Steve’s shirt, freezing when his fingers come into contact with soft lace. Pulling away with a dazed expression on his face, Steve watches timidly as Eddie slowly pulls up the hem of his polo, pausing when he encounters the soft lilac lace that stretches over Steve’s ribs. “Baby,” he rasps out, making goosebumps erupt down Steve’s arms. “What have you got here?”

you're the singer and i'm the song - E, 4.7k, complete oklahoma

tags: transmasc eddie, pussy drunk steve, light dom/sub

After hearing a rumor that Steve's fantastic at eating pussy, Eddie asks Steve to prove it to him. Steve is more than happy to oblige.

running home to your sweet nothing - E, 1.9k, complete bdelaney

tags: dom/sub, transmasc steve, somnophilia, daddy kink, comeplay

“Hi, baby,” Eddie murmurs, and Steve moans weakly into the pillow. “I’m home.” “So sleepy,” Steve slurs out. Humming quietly against Steve’s skin, he presses a wet kiss to his inner thigh before saying with a smile, “Then go back to sleep, angel.” OR Eddie comes home from his tour and just can't wait to reunite with his boyfriend. Even if he's too tired to participate.

Let them eat metal - T, 2/2, complete Dark_Rosaleen

tags: outsider pov, protective gareth

Gareth has had just about enough of Steve Harrington in the fall of '86. He sets about to do something about it. It takes an angry mob, a Corroded Coffin gig and a baseball bat full of nails for him to change his mind. Gareth gets mad, Eddie gets beat up, Steve gets violent and Wayne is just really tired of everyone's shit.

Simple Biology - E, 8/8, complete boltedfruit

tags: alpha eddie, omega steve, college au, forced proximity, getting together, period typical sexism

Steve's first real college assignment is to take care of a flour bag baby. With his class partner Eddie Munson, who happens to be an alpha. - Then Eddie snaps his jaw at the other alpha, the sound of teeth hitting teeth ringing between Steve’s ears. And from his vantage point, he swears he sees Eddie’s eyes flash red. The other alpha's hands slowly unwind from Eddie’s vest. Eddie bears down until the other cowers. It's subtle. A tilt of his head in deference. Eddie’s won. Steve’s mouth waters.

make this lovin' last - E, series, complete @aliencamper

tags: omega/omega, heat sex, nipple play, male lactation, strap-ons, scissoring

While Steve has been worshiping every inch of his pussy, he made sure that Eddie’s tiny mosquito-bite tits were ignored. Let his dusky nipples stand at attention, puffy and leaking heat milk profusely without any relief. “I know, Omega. Need you, too. Just a little longer,” Steve replies. He gives Eddie’s cock one last lick, keeping contact between his tongue and the trail of soft hairs between Eddie’s pussy and stomach as he shifts further up in their nest. The movement provides a hint of friction where the blanket drags against his nipples and slick-covered cock and Steve knows he won’t be able to maintain this composure for much longer. His eyes stay locked on Eddie’s and he can see the exact moment that his mate deciphers his telegraphed movements—Eddie keens deep in his throat as a fresh rush of wetness pours out and dampens the chest hair between Steve’s own tits where his sternum is pressed against Eddie’s cunt. He finally drops his gaze and allows himself to take in the sight before him, the driving reason for propping Eddie up at this angle with hands fisted in the blankets: fresh, creamy milk pooled in the hollow of Eddie’s belly button.

Love Grows - G, WIP @matchingbatbites

tags: teen dad steve, friends to lovers, slow burn, babysitter eddie

The rumors have been flying for weeks. It only took one cheerleader to see Steve Harrington out and about with a baby and soon enough the news was all over the school. Nevermind that no one else has even seen said baby, just the one accusation is enough to send the rumor mill into production. It's something that had piqued Eddie's interest, but he quickly attributed it to teenagers spreading drama, a fiction created for their own entertainment. That is, until the day Harrington shows up to school with the baby.

you've got a way with words & i'm all ears - E, series, WIP @infinite-orangepeel

tags: dom/sub, dirty talk, feminization, blow jobs, role play, first time

“-and, you’re witty. You always make people laugh with your jokes. You’re quick on your feet. Obviously, I’ve never been in bed with you, but I’d bet you could dirty talk me under the table.”  Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ–under the table, on the table, next to the table, through the table… “Look, I’m flattered,” Eddie throws a hand over his chest to emphasize his point, “And, I won’t lie, my past lovers have spoken highly of my ability to talk my way around the bedroom. I’m just still not sure what you’re asking me to do? I can’t, like, coach you.”  Steve sips his beer again–a longer pull of the liquid than before–as if he’s drawing the courage to say the next part straight from the can. Likely, he is.  “Well, that’s the thing,” Steve earnestly meets Eddie’s gaze, “Maybe you can.” “What, you want me to wear a whistle around my neck and yell out pointers from the sidelines, while you fuck her?” Eddie laughs bitterly and chugs the rest of his own beer, biting back the pain of that image, “Not happening, man. No way.” Or, Steve needs a lesson in dirty talking to try to impress a girl & he wants Eddie to to be his teacher

Walk 'Em Like a Dog, Bitch - E, 6k, complete GonzoTheGreat

tags: dom/sub, collaring, breeding kink

The whine he let out was pitiful, if he cared he would have been a little embarrassed. “Please.” His hands were splayed on Eddie’s chest, like he wanted to keep him there. He wanted-- needed-- to feel wanted. And Eddie? Eddie supplied in abundance. “Oh sweetheart. Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Picnic Table Paradise - E, 2/2, complete VerumMortem

tags: semi-public sex, blow jobs, spit kink, praise kink

Eddie has established the picnic table behind the school as unapproachable. Thank god for that.

Since Prom - E, 8.6k, complete Dynamicpower

tags: miscommunication, idiot4idiot, touch starved steve, getting together

"Eddie's not my boyfriend." "You've been dating since prom." She said it so matter-of-factly. The sky was blue, the world was round, Steve and Eddie had been dating since prom. OR Eddie gives Steve his vest on prom night. Despite Eddie becoming increasingly more affectionate towards him, the significance of it doesn't occur to Steve until weeks later.

you can almost taste it - E, 26.8k, complete crybaby

tags: modern au, daddy kink, mommy kink, selfcest, foursome, dom/sub

"So…how do you want to do this? Mouths, hands, or do you wanna fuck?" The other Steve gulps. "I mean, I’ve never fucked a guy, but... I'd like to try." "I can definitely fuck you if you want, but first, if you’re into it, I kinda, really want you to pick me up and fuck me against a wall." alternate versions of steve keep showing up in their house, and there's only one way to get rid of them (hint: it's sex)

These Days are Long - E, 4k, complete thankyouplease

tags: daddy kink, collars, light bdsm, soft dom eddie

Steve has a terrible job working as an assistant for an entitled asshole. After a long, horrible day of taking abuse and running himself ragged, he just wants his daddy to take care of him.

Uptown Girl - E, 9.7k, complete GonzoTheGreat

tags: daddy kink, collars, valentines day, mommy kink, lingerie, dom/sub

It's Valentine's Day and Steve has been planning his gift for quite some time, hopefully Eddie will love it. And hopefully it'll get him what he wants.

Try Another Angle? - E, 8/8, complete starfishsquish

tags: 90s au, pornstar au, pining, lesbian nancy, stancy as pornstars, background steddie

Nancy is the bombshell of the 90's porn scene. Popular, poised, and pretty, she's unstoppable. What will happen when her ex (and her co-star) brings in a new hire? She's cute. She's funny, and awkward, like a baby deer. Nancy doesn't like it.

don't tell me you're bi - T, 2.5k, complete starsdontsleep

tags: misunderstandings, gay disaster eddie, getting together, fluff

Steve comes out as bisexual and Eddie is certain that it's the end of the world and a ticket to heartbreak. Robin thinks he's an oblivious idiot.

take the edge off - E, series, complete @toburnup | adure

tags: hair pulling, sexual tension, roommates, orgasm denial

What's the harm in a little casual edging between roommates?

i'll bring you flowers (in the pouring rain) - T, 6.8k, complete thismomentintime

tags: misunderstandings, fluff and angst, angst with a happy ending

"You don't need to pretend. You don't need to bring me flowers. You don't need to take care of me when I'm sick. You don't owe me anything, alright? You can go home." Or: Steve thinks Eddie is his boyfriend. Eddie thinks Steve is still the asshole he used to be. Mistakes are made and lessons are learned.

To Love A Monster (under the bed) - E, 7.7k, complete AlexanderPeterson

tags: monster eddie, breeding kink, breath play

When he was little, Steve Harrington never believed in monsters under the bed. In the winter of 1986 he learned differently. Or: “The One Where Steve Harrington Gets Railed By The Monster Under His Bed”

heavy is the head - E, 3.7k, complete phoeniceae

tags: rimming, exhibitionism, quiet sex

What Steve wants… it’s not as if they’ve never done it. They’ve just never done it like that. And they sure as shit haven’t done it with Wayne Douglas Munson sitting in the very next room, only the low hum of the TV to drown out every deafening pound of Eddie’s heart. He’s still staring, heart going double time. Doesn’t budge an inch. Steve lifts one perfectly arched brow. Goddamn it. So, so stupid.

open up your lovin' arms (I want some) - T, 2.8k, complete @legitcookie

tags: pining, fluff, getting together, steve has a decent mom

Steve gets his wisdom teeth removed, Eddie's there to help, and a secret (or two) is said

here i have found some piece of mind - E, 7/7, complete @steves-strapcollection | @gerrystamour

tags: AKA MY FAVORITE FIC EVER!!!!!!, transmasc steve, rockstar eddie, platonic hellcheer, miscommunication, love confessions, modern au, masturbation (like... a lot. it's fantastic), barebacking, steve has a good mom

ger's specific tag: eddie fingers both of steve's holes a lil bit, bc when ur bf has two holes u gotta treat them right

Steve Harrington works at a hotel in Chicago, responsible for making and managing reservations for groups of all kinds: corporate, tours, entertainment, you name it. When some famous metal band signs a contract for rooms three months ahead of their concert date, Steve is swept into a flirtatious back-and-forth with someone he as been led to believe is the tour manager, Chris Cunningham, and quickly finds himself falling for the man... Eddie Munson is a rockstar still riding the high of Corroded Coffin finally, finally making it big, but with the fame he finds himself almost lonelier than he was before. So when he answers his tour manager's phone and a nice guy with a cute voice starts calling him "Chris," Eddie plays along and maybe gets a bit carried away... NOW WITH ART

Honesty Is The Best Policy - M, 1.3k, complete beetlesandstars

tags: truth serum, love confessions, first kiss

“What are you looking at?” Eddie asks. “Your mouth.” “Why?” “You have a nice mouth,” Steve says through gritted teeth. (After being dosed with a truth serum, Steve and Eddie have an interesting conversation in the car.)

Keep You Always - E, 5/5, complete novemberthorne

tags: omega eddie, omega steve, transitioning, alpha steve, gender dysphoria, sub top steve, dom bottom eddie

"God, I'm so lucky. Are you still gonna let me take care of you as an alpha, baby?" He emphasizes the question by squeezing Steve's waist. Steve just giggles. "Of course. Told you. Like to feel kept." And oh, he knows that tone. He knows the sound, he knows the taste of it, because it's what he usually licks out of Steve's mouth when he's soaring. When Eddie's treated him so good he's gone a little loopy from it. It's his favorite thing. "Good, because I like keeping you."

[hottiehiei]

- Slow burn romance with Hiei

For a very long time, Hiei desperately tries to convince himself that he isn’t falling.

gender neutral. sfw. fluff. headcanons.

PART 2

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Upon first meeting, Hiei barely pays you any attention. He's not the kind of guy who's charmed by looks, and the fact that you're human doesn't make him any fonder. Similar to when he met Yusuke and the others, it takes him time to warm up. He's moved by personality and character.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Once you pique his interest, he studies every detail about you. Your scent, your energy, the sound of your voice—everything. With just a glance, he can spot a small change in your appearance, such as a new accessory or a shift in your mood. He doesn't comment on these things; he simply keeps them tucked away in his mind. It's like he's building a little portfolio in his head. All while denying the fact that he’s interested in you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei tries to build up a mental wall every time you appear in his thoughts, but it’s useless. The mere mention of your name makes his ears perk up like a dog! One minute, he wants nothing to do with you, and the next, he’s waiting for the moment he can see you again.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Internally, Hiei is conflicted. He thinks romantic feelings are a silly human experience. But as time goes on, he can’t stay in denial for much longer. The dilemma is bothersome, yet he thinks about you frequently.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As he struggles to control his emotions, you’ll never know how he truly feels. It’s almost impossible to catch him looking in your direction. He’s a master at observation. As soon as you try to catch his gaze, he’s staring off in the distance, as if you aren’t even there.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Despite his silent yearning, Hiei will avoid you. If you try to start a conversation with him, he keeps it short and simple. It’s difficult to create a bond, especially when he won't even look at you. However, you don’t get the impression that he wants to push you away. He’s a man of few words but his body language reveals enough. Sometimes he may stand beside you, a little closer than usual, and your arms brush. As subtle as it may be, it’s electrifying.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Even though Hiei is unsure of his relationship with you, he takes pride in the possibility that you like him too. Facing his feelings would be a lot easier if you shared them. Whenever he noticed your eyes admiring him from afar, the tiniest smirk would curl on his lips. Feeding his ego is the best way to break his shell. One time you laughed at his witty insult towards Kuwabara and he was so freaking smug about it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Eventually, he’ll start to initiate small talk, usually when there are fewer people around. He takes the time to reassure you about upcoming fights or advise you to stay cautious.

𓆩⟡𓆪 If you have the capability to defend yourself, he worries less, but if you’re an ordinary human, Hiei instinctively keeps you safe. For instance, if there’s a huge explosion that sends rocks flying everywhere, he quickly lifts you out of harm's way. Thanks to his speed, no one notices, but the two of you are left flustered afterward.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As feelings continue to build, it's hard for Hiei to maintain his indifference. When someone else openly flirts with you, he can only stand quietly while they make their move. It’s not his place to intervene. If he were to do something brash, he risks exposing himself. Hiei is practically boiling on the inside. If you were taken away from him, he’d lose his shit.

𓆩⟡𓆪 For the most part, things stay the same (like for months). Hiei stubbornly refuses to confess. He may have accepted his human-like desires, but that doesn't mean he's ready to take the next step. Dating is too foreign and unfamiliar. Plus, you'd be put at risk if word got out that he cared for you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 But maybe you find yourself in danger, or Hiei is putting his life on the line during a fight. Emotions will be high, and the idea of losing each other is enough to bring out the truth. Possibly?

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extra:

Kurama knew Hiei liked you before Hiei even knew he liked you!

[schlattsdoll]

fuckboi chapter one: in love with the morning light

minors dni

pairing: fratboy! jschlatt x fem!reader

warnings: drinking mentions, nicknames {pipsqueak} enemies to lovers,

notes: based on an actual mixer i went too yay!

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it was another mundane day at the local college, sorority girls chatting away about what fraternities’ parties they planned on going too, football players talking about the upcoming game, and then there’s you. stuck in the middle with your small group of friends discussing party themes. charlie and ted, brothers of kappa beta, but you couldn’t forget their president, johnathan schlatt. the only member of the small kappa crew you didn’t like. he was attractive, sure, but he knew it, which made him all the more arrogant. all the girls fawned over him, instantly dumbing themselves down for a chance to go home with him. not you though, you saw through his façade and saw him for what he really was; an absolute fuckboy.

he sits down at your table in the common area, next to his vice president. "what's up pipsqueak?" jay addresses you as he pops a chip from ted's bag into his mouth. you groan at the nickname, rolling your eyes at the larger man. a signature smirk finds its way across his face while a hand runs through his chestnut locks, he continues to say something about that weekend's party theme, a KB- well any frat really- classic one at that, "beer olympics man! we haven't had a proper one in so long. c'mon everyone'll love it." ted nods in agreement, "schlatt has a point, it's a great classic theme for a reason, but how many other frats are gonna do that this week?" you chime in with a "make it more fun, make it so you pick partners out of a hat, then you're tied together all night. like literally, have string connecting people at the hip." "y/n, this is why we keep you around!" charlie smiled, rushing to make the flyer for saturday. "who knows, maybe she'll actual meet someone." schlatt chuckled as he drank his soda, leading to a swift kick from under the table from you. "i have class see you guys later." and you ran off to your next class.

you weren't in a sorority, and didn't go out much aside from when ted and charlie begged you to go to a party as it's winding down, or your roommate for that matter too. roxanne, or roxy as she liked to be called, had been your partner in crime since freshman year, and your sole confidant, telling her things not even ted and charlie know. she was a true friend, who pushed you to come out of your shell.

texting her about the party and what schlatt said to you, she quickly responded "i know you hate 'em but jay has a point. you might meet someone if you go when people are actually there." you hated to even hear the name "jay" and "right in the same sentence, but sadly he was, and so was roxy. deciding to put yourself out there, you texted her saying "i hate that you’re right. i'm texting teddy that we're going."

saturday night rolled around, you and roxy getting ready for the big night. she curls her hair while you style yours to perfection, thankful it’s cooperating with you. maybe tonight won’t be such a disaster after all, you think to yourself. as you two dig through your respective closets trying to find appropriate outfits for a frat party, you land on a black cropped cami, a pair of mom jeans and some beat up sneakers you didn’t mind getting dirty. “oh wait let’s match! so if we get paired together we look cute.” roxy said, grabbing the same top as you but in white.

as you made your way to the KB house, your stomach turned. you didn’t go out to large parties very much, and really the only people you knew were ted, charlie and roxy and schlatt unfortunately. you secretly hoped that roxy would be with ted so she can get over her crush on him, but also you wanted a chance to hang out more with your best friend in his natural habitat. walking up to the door, charlie is outside setting up a pong table. “hey! y/n, roxy, good to see you guys finally out!” he smiles kindly and hugs you both, then opens the door for you two. inside you’re greeted by a sea of people you don’t recognize. maybe not a sea, more like a large lake, but still your anxiety shot up.

ted is standing at the door, unattached from his partner who ran off with another brother. “ladies, pick your fate tonight!” he tells you with his usual dramatic flair. roxy pulls out the name and you see a j and hope it’s schlatt, but no, it was jack. “jack is uh, a little busy with kerri, my partner right now. i don’t mind taking his place roxy.” he offers to her. he presents a bit of string and ties it to the belt loop of her jeans. “i hope you’re good at pong.” roxy smiles back and secures herself to ted.

you unravel your paper and see a j as well. as you unfold more of it you see a longer name, oh no.

johnathan.

schlatt approaches you and smirks, that signature smirk you wanna slap right off his face.

“guess you’re stuck with me pipsqueak.” he ties himself to your waist. “gotta say, i’m shocked you came out tonight. don’t worry we’ll have fun.” he winked at you as you got ready for the worst night of your life.

oh how wrong you’d be.

[tarotwithavi]

Pick a pile : what are you attracting right now

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Short note: this is a general reading so take what resonates and leave the rest ;) If you like this pick a pile check out my other pick a piles too! Please ignore typos.

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Pile 1 ✨

Hello. Pile 1 welcome to your reading , I see you attracting new friendships in the upcoming time. You might make some new online friends. I see that some of your friends might've lied to you and now you feel like online friends are better? For some of you I see you attracting a long distance relationship or relationship in general. I see you manifested someone rich and filled with all of the talents lol but I see your manifestation coming true . If someone here is in long distance relationship right now , your boyfriend/girlfriend might travel to see you in sometime.

I know this is a short reading but that's all I got for you

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Pile 2🌙

Hello pile 2! Welcome to your reading. There are actually these types of people in this pile. One attracting love, the other attracting time for leisure and the last one attracting more skills and talent. And some are attracting all of them. One thing that is common for all of them is that they have been used by people. Some need rest from people , some need true love to feel needed and loved and some are just like you used me right? Now see how stronger I'll become! All three are also being more confident to say no to people to show people their real space. You guys are going to end something really soon.

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Pile 3 ✨

Hello pile 3 ! Welcome to your reading. You might be disappointed with your discontentment. You are disappointed with your apathy. You are attracting more stability in your life. I see you being financially stable in the upcoming times. You are also attracting a group of kind and supporting friends . I see you overcoming an unhealthy attachment that you wanted to get rid of. I see you being more cutthroat and brutally honest. I see that in the past you were overly emotional and people took advantage of that now you want to control you emotions and look cold hearted.

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Pile 4 🌙

Hello pile 4 ! Glad to see you here. I ses you attracting big changes and transformation. I see you cutting old ties and letting go of old relations that don't serve you anymore. Someone here might be pregnant . I see y'all coming out of your shells and being the boss you are. I see you receiving and giving love to others. Butterflies could be significant for this pile. I see you working on a new project. I see you attracting physical transformation or some sort. I see you doing inner work and healing. You will be receiving some good news soon.

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[megukins]

Two is better than one

𓆩♡𓆪 Itadori x f!reader x Megumi

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: Megumi and Itadori make a bet to see who could make you feel the most pleasure first.

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 notes: Characters are aged up! This is just an idea that I can't seem to get out of my head and I'm not sure if anyone has written this yet. Sorry it's kind of rushed towards the end. Anyways, enjoy!

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: threesome, squirting, overstimulation, thigh riding, dry humping, rimming, fingering, cunningilus, hair pulling, degradation (Megumi calls reader bitch), small lactation kink

𓆩♡𓆪 words: 1.5k

It was pretty obvious Megumi had a fat crush on you the day he saw you first appear in class. The only problem was you had a crush on Itadori. 

So now he's trying to figure out why and how he got himself into this situation.  

"Remember, the person who makes her orgasm the most gets to be her boyfriend. Whether that be her squirting, cumming, you name it." Itadori instructs.

"Yeah yeah, I know." 

You were in your dorm room studying for the upcoming exam when you heard a knock on your door.

"It's unlocked!"

You look to see both Megumi and Itadori smiling at you innocently which of course their intentions were the complete opposite.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

"You've been studying all day. You should relax for a bit, like watch a movie." Itadori whines. 

"Fine I guess I could, but then I'm going right back to studying." 

They both smirk mischievously.

The movie playing was a horror movie, which was perfect, because you were sandwiched between the two boys. They could finally put their plan into action.

You yelp when there was a jumpscare, clinging onto Megumi's arm. He took it as an opportunity to pull you onto his lap.

"Don't worry, everything's gonna be alright." He coos in your ear while rubbing your hair soothingly.

You continue to fidget around in his lap, your ass teasing his crotch. 

He lets out a choked moan and tries to play it off by clearing his throat. You felt his clothed cock poking into your ass, dying to be inside of you.

"M-Megumi?" 

Itadori moves closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh. He slowly inches his fingers rather close to your pussy. 

He slides your panties off and dips two fingers inside your entrance, his fingers coated in your wetness.

"Care to explain this?" He teases. 

You were embarrassed for the fact that you weren't able to contain your arousal. 

He pushes his fingers back in, this time a little deeper to explore your pussy. He felt your clit and you immediately jolted on Megumi's lap.

"Y-Yuji!" You moan. 

Megumi holds your hips while grinding his crotch against your ass. He nibbles on your neck, which soon were covered in hickeys.

"Wh-what is with you guys?" 

"You just look so adorably innocent, we can't handle it." Megumi whispers in your ear, while licking the shell of it.

Itadori adds another finger in and out of your clit in a fast motion. He pulls his fingers out to see his fingers covered in your cum.

"One point for me, Megumi." He smirks.

They were practically using you for their own amusement, but you could care less right now. You were too aroused to even think about it.

Megumi grabs a hold of your tits roughly, enjoying the way that they're almost the same size as his hands, only a bit bigger, and the way they bounced. He'd pay attention to them each time he saw you, whether that be you running inside the classroom and you'd have to explain why you were so late, or the way they would move up and down when you breathed. They were practically asking to be released from their confinement and wanted some sort of attention.

He licked his lips, his cock getting harder against your ass. He unbuttoned your buttoned up crop tee, exposing your cleavage to him. He mentally cursed himself for getting into something like this. 

He throws the shirt somewhere and stares at your black lace bra. Eventually he snaps out of it and hesitantly unbuckles your bra, which showed him your naked flesh that shined from the light. 

"Fuck…" He hissed out.

He couldn't take his eyes off them. He rubs your nipples around in a circle with the tip of his thumbs, grinning like an idiot when you let out a soft moan. He then pinches and tweaks them eagerly.

"Megumi!" You squeal.

He turns you around to fully face him, which he regrets doing so. His cock was strained tightly against his pants, pulsating at your beautiful globes.

He lowers to them, biting and nibbling on them. He sucks the milk that formed from them, groaning at how fucking perfect you are to him. He runs his tongue around your areola, biting it as well. 

You cream on his pants, embarrassed at the sticky coating covering his pants. 

"One for me now." Now it's his time to smirk.

He moves you closer to his thigh, and begins bouncing you on it roughly at a fast pace. You hold on to his kneecap, as he grabs your hips to grind you down on his thigh, your tits bouncing along with his movement, as he continues to stimulate your nipples once more. You cum immediately on his pants leg and quickly apologize.

"Hey, that's no fair! We're supposed to take turns pleasing her!" Itadori pouts.

"You never said that, so I'm doing things my way." 

"Two could play at that game." He mutters.

Since the sofa was long enough, Itadori scoops you up in his arms, quickly putting you on the sofa, and finally pulling your mini skirt off. 

He gets on his knees while spreading your legs apart, stuffing his face inside your pussy. His tongue explores every inch inside of it, making sure to get every nook and cranny. He flicks his tongue on your clit a few times, while you pull on his hair as his nose brushes against your insides. 

You squirt on his face as he licks it up eagerly, making sure none goes to waste. He then instructs you to sit on your knees where your ass is facing him as you do so.

He buries his face inside your asshole, giving every part his undivided attention.

"Yu ah! Ji! That's un-unsanitary!" 

Though it wasn't really much of an issue because you washed up earlier, but it was still humiliating.

He ignores you and blows his hot breath into your hole. He groans, shooting waves of pleasure to your brain.

"Fuck, Yuji~" You breathlessly call out. 

He still ignores your outbursts and grabs your cheeks roughly to stretch your hole out for him more. He sucks at a faster rate, the cries of pleasure boosting him even more. You cum for the umpteenth time while it oozes on the sofa.

"I didn't think you would taste this good, Y/N!" He exclaims which only made you feel like passing out any second now.

"Can I finish studying now?" 

"No!" They both said simultaneously.

Megumi scoots closer to the two of you, discarding his tank top and sweatpants, soon his boxer briefs. You stare at his cock as if it was the last thing you'll ever lay eyes on.

It was leaking in precum out of his pretty pink tip and standing up proudly. Yuji does the same of taking his clothes off, his cock standing up as well.

He lines his cock up to your asshole, ramming into it at an animalistic speed. Megumi forces his length into your pussy, making wet squelching noises.

"Jesus, you're so fucking moist." 

Both boys penetrate you at a fast momentum. You loll out your tongue, your pants faster than the speed they're fucking you at. Megumi found your g-spot rather quickly and before Itadori could.

"Megumi!~" You cry out.

"God, you take me so well…" 

Yuji spreads your asscheeks apart again to accommodate for his size. He nuts in your hole, moaning when you bounced up and down on him.

"Guys, can't take! Need to… rest!"

You couldn't even form a complete sentence at how both boys are fucking you stupid.

"You hear her, Itadori? She can't even fucking speak properly. Such a fucking pathetic bitch." Megumi mocks you. 

You squirt on Megumi's cock from the way he talked about you like you were some sort of fucking dog. 

Itadori slaps his cock against the opening of your ass, groaning at how you clench down on him. His dick slides in further, and Megumi fucks into you faster. 

All three of you moan at once as Itadori nuts in your ass again, and Megumi instantly pulls out and nuts on your stomach. You cum on the sofa again, each of you out of breath.

"It's a tie." Itadori announces.

"How about we just share her then?" Megumi smirks.

"I don't see anything wrong with that. Do you, Y/N?" Itadori asks first.

"No, I don't mind! You both can have me." 

They both lazily lie on each of your shoulders.

"Sorry to ruin the moment, but you guys do realize we have an exam next week right? And it's Saturday." You remind them.

"We'll study tomorrow, 'promise." Megumi states. 

"Do we have to?" Itadori moans.

"Yes, otherwise you're gonna fail." He says bluntly.

"And if you do and pass, I'll give you a blowjob." You batt your eyelashes at him.

"Deal!" 

And so he kept his promise and passed, so you owe him a blowjob one of these days.

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[dietsodacola]

All I've Ever Desired: Resurfaced Memories

2012!Leo x Fashion Model Reader

A/N: Hi tumblr! Okay, please bare with me because I'm a little new to this place, but I've been DYING to write this ongoing series. Hope you enjoy! :)

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You were a fashion model, he was a crime-fighting leader in blue. You and Leo shared a long past as friends back in highschool, hoping to grow even closer than ever. You were going abroad to Italy to pursue the dream of becoming a fashion designer, then return back to NYC just like you planned. Until one day you got separated from the family after the Krang took over New York, leaving the turtles to run to April’s farm house while you were nowhere to be found. Three years have passed, and an upcoming fashion show is taking place in the city. As advertisements covered the streets, Leo would've never believed the girl who stole his heart and disappeared would be starring the front covers.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/N

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The sound of laughter rang through the cool night air, I watched my brothers sit in a circle as April walked toward them with a box of pizza in hand. We just had to celebrate another mission, I wasn’t too fond of being so out in the open though, especially with how loud Mikey was talking and the recent discovery last night. It was one thing to deal with the Krang, but now them working alongside the Footclan? Could’ve fooled me. “Always on the lookout, aren’t you, Blue?” Her voice chirped from behind. I could already see the smile painted on her face as her footsteps grew closer. “Someone’s gotta keep watch,” I muttered in response, leaning back against a wall. She sighed as she swung her legs over the edge of the rooftop. “You know I was against us coming back up here. We’re supposed to lay low, especially now that the Footclan is teaming up with the Krang.” “You worry too much, you know that?” She tilted her head back toward me, that smug smile still on her face. That damn smug smile. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but, if you keep this up you’re gonna start like, shedding your shell from stress-!” “Turtles don’t shed.” She huffed a laugh as she shook her head.

“Yes, they do. And what I’m trying to say is that you need to relax, Leo,” I watched her swing her legs back onto the rooftop, dusting her pants off before walking toward me.  “You and the gang deserve a break-! Besides, how many more times are you gonna get moments like this?” Our direction turned toward Mikey belching in Raph’s face, a visible vein throbbing on his forehead as he clenched his fists.

However, before I could make my way over to break up an upcoming fight, the sudden warmth that enveloped my hand caused me to freeze. 

“You’re an amazing older brother and leader,” Y/N continued, her fingers slipping in between mine. “They all look up to you, and they know they can depend on you. Even Raph. We’ll be ready when the Krang and Footclan come down our path. But for now, you need to take one shell of a break.” I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at that last sentence, her laughter at the ridiculous pun cracking me a smile. 

“You’re gonna tell me all of that then ruin the moment for a stupid pun? Guess you can call me shell-shocked.” Now her eyes were rolling back as she tried to hide her smile.

“Hey-! If you guys still want your slice, you better hurry up before Mr. No-Manners downs it in the next three seconds!” Raph called out, headlocking Mikey to the ground as he chanted ‘uncle’ endlessly. Casey filmed the whole showcase, cackling like a witch as Donnie poked Raph with the end of his staff in hope to calm things down (things did not calm down). The two of us exchanged a small smile before walking back to join the rest of the group, my hand still clasping hers before we released hold. For a split second, it felt as if she didn’t want to let go just yet.

I didn’t either.

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“Thanks for getting pizza this time, April,” You sighed, plopping next to her orange-haired friend in exhaustion. “I know how packed that stupid pizza parlor can get.” “No worries, I get my pay back when one of these four scare the hell outta those delivery guys on their little vespas,” She laughed in response, sliding the box toward you. “Speaking of vespas… are you gonna… you know?” You froze mid-bite at April, choking on the dough, tomato sauce, and cheese as the boys turned their attention to your coughing fit.

“I, uhm, I was hoping to… tell them a little later,” You squeaked in response. The sound of your nails digging into the styrofoam plate caused Donnie to raise a non-existent eyebrow, his brown eyes meeting Leo’s confused look.

“Is there something you wanna tell us, Y/N?” You jumped at Donnie’s question as you lifted your gaze from the plate. Now your look met everyone’s stares, including April’s supportive one. 

“Nope! Well… Not uh, really relevant until later this year,” You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oooooo! What’s happening later this year?” Mikey teased as he laid flat on his plastron. “You getting married~?” “WHAT?!” You and Leo screeched, Leo’s voice however, was much more high-pitched. As Leo looked away from the eyes on him, you scrambled to get your words together. “I am NOT getting married, Mikey. Let me make that clear to EVERYONE.” “So, if you aren’t getting married,” Casey started, freezing mid sentence at your glare.

“Then what’s happening ‘later this year?’” Raph finished, resting his arm on his knee. Now the spotlight turned back to you, silence along with the faint car honks leaving you to respond. You dug your fingers into your pants, trying to spill the words like a can of beans. This really was one shell of a situation. Heh, Leo would’ve loved that…Leo…

“April, Casey, and…uh, turtles,” You started, taking in a deep breath. Another few moments of silence passed as you felt your throat slowly starting to close up. But, you knew you had to get this over with, the weight will probably kill you at this point if you don't tell the truth. 

“I’m gonna be moving abroad for school in three months. I’ll be in Italy for college to become a designer. Fashion designer specifically.” As you paused for a moment, you saw the shocked faces of your friends before you. April gave your hand a gentle squeeze to continue.

“I… don’t know when I’ll be back specifically,” You dropped your head, staring at the leftover pizza crust. By now, Mikey would’ve snatched and stuffed it in his mouth, but from the sudden change in atmosphere, you understand why it’s still sitting on the plate. “And I would turn down the offer to go to school here-” “Then why won’t you?!” Casey blurred out as he sat up straight. “NYU is only, what,  a couple of blocks away? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to stay here and take whatever fashion class they had? You’ll probably be saving an arm and a leg flying over there AND renting a dorm-!” Even though none of them showed it, the brothers agreed in silence as they looked back at you for a response. “She’s going to Italy because she got a full scholarship, dingus,” April glared at his interruption. “If she could stay here she obviously would. But, it’s her life and her choices to make, not ours… even though… I wish I could convince you outta this somehow.” With a light hearted chuckle, April released your hand as she stood up, clenching her fists.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you guys yet, especially with everything going on but… I’m a little glad I got it done and over with. Probably would’ve hurt more if I told you later on anyways.” Your heart ached at the turtles’ stares, especially Leo’s. Just looking at his eyes spoke millions of words, his lips slightly agape as you looked away. But two words specifically rang in your head after reading his plea:

 Don’t go.

“WE’LL MISS YOUUUUUUUU~!” Mikey cried as he wrapped his arms around your neck, full on wailing into your shoulder. You chuckled softly as you patted the back of his shell trying to soothe the youngest brother. You were gonna miss the sewer murals you’ve worked on together…

“Hey hey, calm down, Mikey! It’s not like I’m leaving tomorrow!” You tried to brush it off, gently prying Mikey off you to look into his eyes. “We still have another good three months together, and you already know damn well we're gonna make the best of it.” “So you’ll finally try my homemade pizza-bite cereal and grand algae slushies?!” “Don’t push your luck.” “Worth a shot.”

“This was really unexpected, Y/N…” Donnie rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up. “B-but of course, we’ll wish the best for you in Italy! The architecture and landmarks there are astounding, especially with the history behind them. Uh, promise to send us photo cards?” “I promise I’m gonna call you guys everyday, Don,” You grinned as you offered a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. “Maybe you can give me a history lesson about the country, or show me tips on how to survive over there.” Donnie’s sad expression wavered at your response, his smile growing as he patted the back of your hand.

“Hey, think about the positives-!” Raph said, resting his elbow on top of Mikey’s head. “She’ll be heading off to pursue her dreams and we finally have more room in the lair! No more listening to hair dryers early in the morning or her screwing up our missions somehow.” The group, especially Leo, all turned to glare at the him as he let out a chuckle. You did the same though, shaking your head as you laughed to yourself.

“Oh, I’m so gonna miss you, big guy,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ll make sure I’ll make Mikey find the best possible ways to annoy you in my honor…” Raph scoffed as he placed his hands on his sides, feeling the weight of your chin on his shoulder. “Promise me you’ll always take good care of the family…alright?” Within the silence, you smiled to yourself as you felt a hand gently pat your lower back in response.

“Three months away, so right when we graduate you’re kissing April and I goodbye?” Casey questioned as he leaned on his hockey stick. “Guess it’s back to good ol’ Red and I. Why’s it always the chicks that gotta leave?” Casey was immediately met with scolding from April, playfully smacking his head while he cowered and tried to shield himself.

You pulled your gaze away from April’s parenting instincts to turn to Leo, who just happened to be staring back at you. Stepping away from the group’s loud antics, you and the turtle stood infront of each other as the once melodic mood turned melancholic. 

“I was planning to tell you first, by the way,” You broke the silence, holding onto yourself as you tried to keep your composition. “Leo, please trust me when I searched for so many different ways to try and come to this outcome. And… Now the more I think of it, the more I’m starting to regret i-”You were cut off mid sentence, however, as a pair of hands held yours ever so gently. You remained quiet once Leo gave you a serious yet soft look. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to be reluctant about your goals because of  us,” Leo started, his thumb softly brushing back and forth against the back of your hand. “Getting a scholarship is amazing, and I’m genuinely proud of you. You’ve made your choices and you have your dreams, so hurry up and chase them. Then, come back to us, alright?”

You felt water appear at your lash line, you thought you were gonna break down right then and there from the sweet words the turtle had to say. Quickly, you two hugged each other as tight as possible, faces burying into each others’ shoulders as you refused to let go. You were going to miss goofing off with Mikey, learning from Donnie, pissing off Raph, hanging out with Casey and April… but most of all you were going to miss your leader in blue.

“I’ll be back here before you guys know it,” You smiled, reluctantly pulling away from his grip. “Besides, three months to hang around with you guys? That’s more than enough time to have a Space Heroes marathon, no?” You could feel Leo’s smile  as he chuckled to himself, the two of you walking side by side back toward the group.

“More than enough time…” He repeated to himself. Maybe for once, life would treat him and his brothers right. They’ll get rid of any dangers lurking within the city, he’ll become a true leader, and he’ll spend as much time with his friends before they all go their separate ways.

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But life isn’t always fair; it never was, in fact.

Krang everywhere. The skies were rolling with gray, not a pinch of sunlight shining down on the chaotic streets of NYC. The screams and wails of citizens grew louder as droids destroyed anything and everything in its path. One thing led to another, from April accidentally bringing a droid to the lair, to Leo and Splinter getting separated from the group, everything felt like a blur.

The gang was crowded in April’s apartment. Everyone was arguing on how to get out of the city, where to go and how to get there. It was quickly interrupted when a turtle in a blue mask flew through the window, shattered glass flying everywhere. Hearts dropped the moment he came crashing down onto the floor.

Leo swore he could’ve heard the desperate cries of his name as his vision faded in and out of view. Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he get up and tell everyone that he’s okay and they had to find Master Splinter? 

Why couldn’t he be strong?

The last thing Leo remembered was his brothers laying him down in the back of a van, the engine humming as doors slammed shut. Then he heard a scream, punches flying and struggle depicted. The weight of his brothers on the car was lifted followed by more faint screaming and yelling. Some were of anguish, others were in anger and frustration. Their voices kept on repeating a name… your name.

Again, everything was a blur. After waking up after who knows how long, Raph explained to him about how they escaped to April’s old farmhouse and everything that happened… almost everything.

“As we were getting into the van, some special force group…” Donnie started, lowering his head toward the ground. “They saw us, and assumed we were the bad guys… or, something like that.” “She charged toward them as they started shooting at the van,” Raph sounded tired, he looked just as tired physically. “They didn’t aim at her, thankfully. But… they took her.” Leo nearly collapsed forward before April and Mikey helped him settle on the sofa, feeling more dizzy than ever. You’ve been taken? You’ve been in danger this whole time and here he was, unable to even stand up for more than five minutes. Fear overcame him, not only for Master Splinter or his family, but for you too. 

The moment they returned to New York, successfully defeating the Krang and reuniting with Master Splinter, everyone searched top to bottom. April broke into your apartment, but the paint on the walls crumbling off and trash scattered across the floor showed that no one has been here for a long time. Donnie tried calling your phone, your T-phone, emailing, even trying to get in contact with your parents to get word that you’re okay somehow. Defeat never felt heavier.

Everyone was drained, but the person taking it the hardest was Leo. Calling your phone just to listen to your voice on the voicemail, or dropping by your old apartment to collect anything special lying around. The night he found a picture of you on your vanity, he decided that was the last thing to grab before avoiding that building for the rest of his life. Now that beautiful photo of you was placed on the shelf in the dojo, resting next to the family portrait of Master Splinter and his first family. 

Eventually, time passed and life went by, yet things seemingly never changed within the family. Other than April and Casey starting a relationship together and his brothers still being the goofballs, you were nothing more than a memory. Crime in New York had dropped tremendously thanks to the gang, and for once, they could all finally live without any problems.

One night, however, everything would change. As the brothers got ready to cut their nightly patrol short due to an incoming storm, the four turtles hopped down a nearby fire escape. Leo watched Mikey step on the cold metal plate, but something distracted him, leading him to gasp wide and sway back and forth. “DUDES-!” Mikey yelled, catching his balance with the railing. “That billboard! Right over there! IS that-?!”

His brothers’ attention turned where he was pointing, focusing on a newly installed billboard in the distance. It was for one of those super fancy fashion brands, the bright gold font was almost eyestraining. It featured the title, “Bellezza Per Sempre’’ and a girl wearing a feather boa and black dress, smiling wide with her eyes shut. Leo froze in his tracks as he looked at the girl. No. It couldn’t be. 

His brothers called out his name as he leaped toward the billboard, but he ignored them. His focus was only on one thing as he grew closer and closer. Sliding across the rooftop adjacent to the advertisement, Leo ignored his burning lungs and shaky hands, he couldn’t believe it. It really was…

“Y/N…” Was all he managed to utter before the rain started falling from the night sky.

[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

So I watched that Under the Boardwalk movie and it's surprisingly amazing? + my thoughts on other upcoming movies

Okay, when my friend texted me the trailer I was shocked to find out it was by Nickelodeon and Paramount (When I think of Nickelodeon I think of perverted jokes in trashy sitcoms and cartoons) but when Nickelodeon actually has something good, I'm surprised! I feel like I have sort of a love-hate relationship with Nickelodeon stuff as I do with Disney, but there's more stuff by Nickelodeon that I love more than there is Disney, and I mostly have more nostalgia for Nickelodeon (I'm not like other people 0w0). There was literally one foot joke in the movie! Just one! Not filled with dirty jokes either, and it had a good message!

The message and the songs were actually amazing and the characters were adorable and sweet! They actually had amazing character development, which I wasn't expecting from this movie. Armen and Ramona had a cute relationship with Armen being the scared one at first but then turns to being the braver one, and Ramona being the wildcard and adventurous one but ending up needing rescued in the end. They could have done the whole "damsel in distress needs rescued by guy" type of thing that I get sick of seeing in old Disney movies, but they didn't! Ramona's sister, Shelly was adorable as well, and she was deaf and couldn't hear but she didn't let that stop her from trying to save her sister! I also love how the big tough guy Bobby had a soft side and didn't pick on Armen like we would expect him to. Like, the big tough strong crabs were actually Armen's friends and supported him even though he wasn't like them. Also, can we talk about the villain? Like, it was cool to see the posh spoiled rich boy be the villain but also just a guy you gotta hate (he tried hitting on Ramona, Shelly, and their mom which was weird). Like, they combined the snobby spoiled rich mama's boy traits with also making him a womanizer and full of himself. Almost like Victor Quartermaine but without the lip fillers, and more of a flirty womanizer. (spoilers; even the villain, Meiko, got redemption in the end). I also liked how they showed the humans in the story as well. They didn't try and make the humans seem all evil but still had the dumb human antagonist who gave them different shells and tried to sell them, but that's only a minor part in the movie and not the main conflict which is a plus! Like, I don't like when animal movies try to make all the humans seem evil (I kind of like how the movie Barnyard, which is also Paramount and Nickelodeon, did kind of the same thing where the animals weren't afraid of being eaten by humans, they were just trying to hide from them).

I also noticed other details I thought was cool, besides the fact that they made fun of... you know who **cough cough dirty dan**, with the one foot joke. Or at least I hope they were making fun of him (at a scene where Armen and Ramona were in a photobooth together they were going through filters and Armen ended up as a foot and Ramona was laughing at him). I also love that this movie was a musical and included songs that fit in with the "cheesy teen beach musical" type of vibes, but they also made it take place in New Jersey and the conflict was focused around the sea crabs coming up and bothering the land crabs. It was also a good anti-racism type of symbolism because they were both crabs, and it's not the same as what Zootopia or Sheep & Wolves did and use other animals (although Sheep & Wolves is still a great movie). Like, I can't ship a fox and a rabbit but I can ship a sea crab and a land crab because they're BOTH CRABS! I noticed a lot of other little details in it and I'm really proud of Paramount on this one! I don't understand but I'm curious to know if they have an animation studio in Italy, since I saw the Italian flag in the background of some scenes. If they do have an animation studio there, then that's awesome! If not, it's still fine, I'm just curious! I'm an American and I support other countries when it comes to them making animated family movies. Just to see a smaller foreign studio make a movie that's better than what Disney puts out...

Also, I'm still pumped up about Butterfly Tale and I'm furious that it won't be released in the U.S any time soon. If you're in Canada, please go see Butterfly Tale and give that smaller studio some support because Butterfly Tale looks like an amazing movie and my friend loved it! And idc about this knock off Chicken Run sequel dawn of the nugget or some crap, I still consider Chicken Run a DreamWorks movie and I don't want Netflix and Sam Fell to ruin what was once amazing. This Chicken Run 2 looks so dumb and they ruined the movie, this is totally a knock off, no telling me otherwise. DreamWorks isn't working on it and Aardman only works on it because they're being forced to by Netflix. At least I can still support DreamWorks by going to see Trolls 3, but the villain designs look hideous (at least we get that Broppy romance), and i doubt that it'll beat Under the Boardwalk or Butterfly Tale.

nyway, tell me your thoughts on what I said in either of these paragraphs and feel free to state your opinions, even if you don't agree!

[racinginchid3nt]

I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part 10

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: 18+

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A hand closed around your arm mid conversation with Y/N Best Friend. Before you could turn to see why or who it was, a familiar voice said “Let’s go.”

You let him drag you away from Y/N Best Friend and towards the empty dining room, unsure of what was going on. It wasn’t until the doors closed behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the empty room, that you processed what was going on.

“Um Lance, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”

“We’ll in order to tell you that, I would need to know why we’re in here in the first place?” You replied.

“Spa was your first race. Why are you at this one?” He asked.

“Because I was invited?”

“So you went from no races to two back to back? And why are you at the gala right now?”

“1. Did it occur to you that maybe I like formula one? And maybe I hadn’t been invited to a race before? Not all of us can just shell out for flights and paddock passes whenever we want. 2. Because I was invited.”

“Who invited you?”

“Lance, why does it matter?” You asked.

“Can you just answer the fucking question Y/N?” He replied, frustration leaking into his tone.

“Y/N Best Friend.”

“So your not here with Norris?”

“I mean he’s my date for tonight.”

“For tonight? Or are you together?” He asked.

“For tonight. We’re not together. But honestly Lance I don’t get why you’re asking? You don’t care. It doesn’t matter.”

“No I don’t care but I still would have appreciated a heads up.”

“Lance, I don’t owe you anything. We’re not together, we’re not friends, we don’t talk. It would be weird if I had given you a heads up.”

He knew what you were saying was logical, but for some reason that comment stung a bit. As he stared at you in silence, unsure what to say to that, you came to a realization.

“Lance are you jealous or something?” You asked in a joking tone.

“No.” He replied gruffly.

“Are you sure?”

“Why would I be?” He asked.

“I don’t know. You’re the one that dragged me in here after not talking to me for a month.”

“Are you hooking up with Norris?” He asked.

“And what if I was?” You asked.

He looked at you in silence, unsure of how to respond to that. And as the moment stretched onwards, the sound of a door opening startled both of you.

Guests streamed into the banquet hall, picking their seats out at the various tables. You saw Y/N Best Friend, Pierre, Lando, Carlos, and Oscar settling down at one of the tables on the other side of the room. Stepping away from Lance, you made your way to the table. As you approached, Lando rose from his seat, pulling out the chair to his right for you.

“Where did you disappear to?” He asked, placing his arm on the back of your chair.

“Nowhere. I just got caught in a conversation on my way back from the bathroom.” You replied.

You joined in on the small talk occurring at the table, discussions of how they had spent their breaks and the upcoming race. It wasn’t long before the sound of the chair to your right sliding across the floor broke your conversation.

“Lance?” Pierre said, a hint of confusion in his tone.

“Hi guys, hope you don’t mind me joining your table. Fernando skipped so I’ve been doing double duty tonight and I needed a bit of a break.”

Everyone at the table seemed content with his response, bringing him into the small talk easily. Dinner service began, glasses of wine being filled at each seat, and courses being brought out. You had managed to forget his presence, casually talking with Lando, until your phone buzzed in your purse, alerting you to a text.

Confused at the unknown number, you responded quickly. It wasn’t until you saw Lance pull his phone from his pocket that you realized what was going on.

Tucking your phone back into your purse, you tried to ignore him. He had no right to care, and he said it himself, he didn’t care.

Dinner continued on, dinner being served and wine topped off. But as you reached for your wine glass, you felt a hand touch your thigh. You didn’t need to look down to know who it belonged to, there was only one person sitting to your right.

You reached down, pushing the hand away, but it didn’t budge. Trying to keep from drawing attention to yourself, you ignored it. Maybe it was an accident, or maybe his hand was tired. Focusing all your energy into cutting your fish, you swallowed as you felt the hand move.

It slid up your leg slowly, moving from your knee to the edge of your dress. You reached down again, trying to move it off you. When the grip tightened you looked at him. He was mid conversation with Pierre, discussing the differences in French between Canada and France.

“So Y/N, any chance I can convince you to wear some Papaya tomorrow to Free Practice?” Asked Lando.

“Um, my paddock passes are for Alpine. I don’t think I should.” You replied.

It was then that the hand slid further up, pushing your hem higher as it moved inwards. You tried to keep the conversation going, joking about the scandal it would cause between teams and if they would kick you out of the hospitality center for wearing opposing colors. But the hand slid higher, brushing the edge of your panties, dangerously close to your core. Pulling your phone from your purse, you sent another text.

Lance joined in on the table small talk, pretending as if everything was fine. It only took a few minutes before his fingers began rubbing you through your panties, core dampening with every touch.

A small smile slid across his face, as if someone had told him a casual joke. But your face held nothing, trying to keep expressionless so that no one would sense what was going on.

By the time dessert came out, you were practically squirming in your seat, thankful the long table cloths kept everything concealed. As you took your first bite of the chocolate cake that had come out, you felt your panties shift to the side as one finger slid into you. Coughing to hide your moan, one finger turned into two. They slid in and out of you while everyone finished their cake and the wait staff took away the empty plates.

Lance continued on, seeming totally normal. Y/N Best Friend looked at you across the table, confused about why you had slowly zoned out. Table began clearing as people returned to the ballroom, ready for more socializing.

As the fingers curled to hit your g-spot, your knee jumped on reflex.

“Are you feeling okay Y/N?” Y/N Best Friend asked.

“Yeah, I think I’ve just had a bit too much wine.” You replied through gritted teeth.

You reached down, slapping his hand away.

“I’m going to step outside for a minute, get some fresh air.” You said, sliding your seat backwards and rising from your chair.

“Want some company?” Lando asked.

“No, it’s okay. It will only be a moment.” You replied.

You made your way out of the dinning area and through the ballroom to the back hallway holding the bathrooms. Pushing the staff entrance door open, you stepping into the night. You sucked in a lung full of air, trying to calm your racing heart.

Righting your dress that had ridden up your thighs, you felt a few spots where the beads had come loose. Squirming in your chair for 15 minutes had caused them to run against the rough chair fabric, and must have been too much for the delicate beading. Adding one more thing to list of ways tonight had gone wrong, your mood began to dip.

When you heard the door open behind you, you knew who it was before they even uttered a word.

“Lance what the fuck do you want now?” You questioned, frustration filling your voice.

He looked at you, taking you in but saying nothing.

“Honestly Lance you need to go away. The nights already going to hell, you don’t need to make it worse.”

“What do you mean the nights going to hell?” He asked.

“Gee I don’t know. How about the fact that it started with me getting hounded by the fans and paparazzi at the hotel and outside the venue. Then you dragged me away for no reason. Which you followed up by crashing my table. Or how about the fact that you pushed me to the brink of orgasm, and ruined the beading on my dress?” You vented, frustration filling your tone.

“Y/N it’s just a dress.”

“Lance it’s not just a fucking dress! It’s a €3,000 dress! That’s more than my rent! But I paid it because I thought I’d enjoy one fucking night of dressing up and spending time with my best friend at a once in a lifetime event. Newsflash, not all of us spend our lives traveling the world 24/7 and get to throw money around like it’s worthless!”

You turned on your heel, giving him no time to respond before you stormed back into the ballroom. Finding your best friend and your respective dates, you gave them hugs and quick goodbyes. You blamed the wine, claiming you weren’t feeling well and that you needed to leave. Lando offered to drive you home, but you refused, having already called a cab.

And as you walked out of the event, a pair of eyes trailed after you but made no move to stop you.

[mrsaltieri-real]

Thrill of the Kill (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!GF!Reader)

You are Mickey’s accomplice to the Windsor college Ghostface murders and realise that you get off on the thrill of murder just as he does.

Warning/s: smut, blowjob, masturbation, gagging, choking, murder, sadism, readers a twisted fuck whose obsessed with Mickey (mood), discussion of murder, blood, gore, etc

A/N: I changed how Cici Cooper dies for plot reasons, Mrs Loomis isn’t Mickey’s accomplice at all the reader is.

It’s low-key kinda fucked up so don’t read if you don’t like violence or anything previously mentioned. This didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted but I can’t only rewrite so many times before I want to throw my fucking computer out of the window. If you do read on, enjoy!

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2 days ago

“A practice run.” Mickey had explained, stood leaning against his desk with your Ghostface mask in his hands as you sat on his couch, listening intently as he spoke. “That bitch always has far too much to say. I want nothing more than to rip her vocal cords out so she she can’t ever speak again. But Cici Cooper is all yours, baby.”

“Jeez, Mick.” You’d laughed. “Is this because of her bashing sequels in film class?”

“Partially.” He said thoughtfully, tossing the mask and walking away from his desk to stand in front of you, his hand tilting your chin up and his thumb lightly running over the soft skin of your lower lip. “But mostly, I just want to see you rip her apart.” You smiled up at him, eyes fixed on his beautiful face as he continued to speak. “I’m so fucking glad I met you.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You asked, shivering a little as his hand slid from your lip to caress your cheek.

“You want this just as much as I do. And you don’t even have a motive. You just want to kill people for me. Do you understand how fucking sexy that is?” He murmured in a soft voice, his hand moving from your face into your hair, gazing down at you in awe.

The plan was made. Mickey had his defense planned out to it’s very core, go to trail, blame the movies, which you were more than willing to assist him with, and you, well you were so unbelievably infatuated with him that when you stumbled across his plans a couple of months ago instead of being terrified like any normal rational person, you’d asked him if you could assist him.

You’d met Mickey during first year film class, and the attraction was instantaneous. He could see a hidden darkness in you that you yourself hadn’t truly realized yet and he made it his life’s mission to bring that part of you out of it’s shell. He’d introduced you to his true self slowly but hadn’t needed to worry at all, because as soon as he told you what he was planning you, much to his surprise, hadn’t even really been phased. More intrigued and fascinated with him. He loved how she admired and practically worshipped the ground he walked on. It stroked his ego in just the perfect way.

From an outsiders perspective, you were just a sweet dorky couple, fairly publicly affectionate. Mickey’s hands were never really off of you, always finding some way to make sure he had any kind of contact. Weather it was holding your hand, arm around your shoulders or his hand in the back pocket of your jeans it didn’t matter. He liked people knowing you belonged to him.

He was not insecure about your relationship by any means, he knew the last thing you’d ever do was cheat or even flirt with somebody else, but if he saw a guy so much as glance at you in a way he didn’t deem appropriate, he’d have a burning hot rage spread through his entire body which would only be cooled when you noticed and gently stretched up on your toes and kiss his scowling lips and whispering to him that if he wanted you to, you’d fucking kill them for him.

He loved how twisted you were, how passionate and how much excitement and anticipation you’d had for the upcoming murders. In a strange way, it made him feel less alone.

Now, with his fingers still tangled in your hair, he gazed down at you, thriving off of how you stared up at him like a blind person seeing the sun for the first time. It was that admiration that really did get him off.

“You excited about it? Killing her?” He asked you, gently beginning to pull your hair back until you made a little whimpering sound and nodded.

“Wanna show me how excited you are, sweetheart?” He cooed at you and now your response was much more eager.

“Yes.” You said, a wide smile spreading across your face as you fell straight to your knees in front of him, reaching for the waistband of his sweats, only for his hand to grab yours before you could even touch the soft material.

“What do you say?” Mickey murmured, his voice a little lower as he stared down at you with dark eyes.

“Please let me suck your cock, Mickey.” You begged, gazing up at him desperately. “I need to feel you in my mouth so bad, please please let me.”

He smirked down at you a little, loving the sight of your wide eyes pleading with him, the small pout on your lips as you begged him to let you blow him. He could feel himself swelling harder and harder as you relentlessly continued to plead with him, before brushing his finger lightly over your cheekbone and giving you a small nod.

Without missing a beat, you pulled down his loose grey sweatpants, looking lovingly at his already hard cock. Just talking about murder turned Mickey on to the highest extent. And the rush of the kill? No pussy could ever compare. Except one.

Your hand gently slid up his thighs, finger nails lightly grazing his skin, making him shiver a little. “Don’t tease me, Y/N.” His voice had a slight warning tone and as much as you wanted to ignore it, past experiences made you think better of that. The last thing you wanted was for him to deny you, and you knew that’s exactly what he’d do if you played with him. That was for him to do to you, never the other way around.

He let out a small groan when he felt your warm, wet mouth taking in as much as him as you could, moving his free hand to join his other one in your hair, pulling you closer until your nose touched the stubbly skin above his cock and you let out a soft gag.

You made sure to swirl your tongue around his tip just the way you knew he liked it as you bobbed your head, consistently making eye contact with him as you did so. His hands still gripped your hair as he forced you to speed it up, grinding his hips on your face till you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. The sounds Mickey made as he fucked your face made your clit swell and you crossed your legs, trying to cause some subtle kind of friction as you hummed with your mouth around his cock, saliva beginning to dribble out of your mouth and down your chin.

“Jesus fuck, baby.” He groaned, one of his hands moving right on the back of your head as he pushed your head as close to him as possible. You began relishing in the feeling of his thick cock filling your throat. “Fuckin- fuckin’ touch yourself.” he managed to stutter out between small pants as he continued to thrust himself in and out of your mouth.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Your hand quickly moved down to your panties, shoving them aside as you starting gently teasing your clit, letting out a small satisfied moan as you did so. The feeling of him fucking your face mixed with your fingers circling your clit was driving you crazy, making you eager to take more and more of him as his thrusts sped up, along with the movement of your own fingers. The feeling of his dick gagging you repeatedly mixed with you rubbing your own clit was driving you absolutely insane. You could feel the tears start rolling down your face he did one more brutal thrust into your mouth, suddenly holding his position with his cock choking you, making it harder for you to breathe as you felt his seed spreading straight down your throat, causing you to splutter a little as he let out a long and satisfied groan, his head falling back a little.

“So fucking pathetic.” He laughed breathlessly, squeezing his hand into a fist around your hair and pulling you off him so he could look down at your face, his eyes mocking as you gasped for air. “Look at you, a fucking mess after you begged for it.” He laughed again as you coughed a little as you looked up at him with those same pleading eyes, his thumb wiping your tear stained face.

He tilted his head a little at you, seeing something else behind your eyes other than the deep satisfaction that you’d made him cum down your throat and his cocky smile turned into a small frown. “Are you okay?” He asked anxiously, still a little breathless as his hand still rested on your flushed cheek. “Did I go too hard? I’m sorry baby, I know I can get a little-“

“No! No it’s not that!” You said quickly. It was absolutely not that. You loved the feeling of Mickey abusing your mouth for his own pleasure, you always had.

“Then what is it?”

You took a deep breath, wincing at the sore feeling in your throat before talking.

“What if I can’t do it? Kill Cici.” You suddenly blurted out, eyes dropping to the floor, taking Mickey a little by surprise. “I mean.. what if I pussy out last minute?”

“Y/N.” Mickey’s voice turned stern as he moved his hand to grip your chin, so you were forced to look at him and he bent down a little. “You’re not going to pussy out. You were made for this, just like I was. You’ll see. You’ll feel the power of holding someone’s life in your hands and you’ll fucking thrive off that shit. You’re my girl, right?”

You nodded as much as you could.

“Exactly. And I’ll be there the whole time if something goes wrong, but it won’t. You are just like me.” His soft brown eyes and his words seemed to soothe you and his hand gently released your chin, satisfied that his little speech seemed to work. He meant every word of it. He knew you could do this because whenever he looked at you, he could see the exact same burning desire in his eyes that he himself had.

Although you appeared a little calmer, he still noticed something slightly uncomfortable in your face and body language as you shifted a little. Mickey looked you up and down curiously before his eyes widened in sudden acknowledgment of what the issue was.

“Didn’t manage to get off, baby?”

“You didn’t tell me I could cum.” You said, shrugging a little like it was obvious, the feeling of denial settling into your lower stomach.

“Ah.” He helped you stand up before gently pushing you down on his couch, his strong hands sliding up your inner thigh and a satisfied smile spread across his face when he felt your drenched panties and your still swollen clit through the thin material, the slight sensation of his fingers making a shiver pass through your body and a small whine fall from between your swollen and abused lips.

“Let’s fix that.”

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You stood above the body of Cici Cooper and pulled the Ghostface mask off with one fluid motion, a sadistic smile plastered across your face, chest heaving with pure adrenaline and excitement. You couldn’t get over how amazing it had felt, sinking that knife into her chest and torso over and over again, relishing in the feeling of the knife slicing into her warm flesh and the sounds of her screams and cries begging you to stop, with your even more psychotic boyfriend watching you carefully and proudly as you did so. You’d never felt that kind of power, that kind of uncontrollable bloodlust in your life. It made you feel things you’d never felt before. It made you wonder why you’d never killed before.

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” He crooned, coming up behind you and kissing the back of your head gently. You turned around to face him, looking almost smug.

“You were right.” You said gleefully. “Killing really does make you feel-“

You were cut off by Mickey’s hands yanking you toward him by your waist, his lips melting against yours in a way that made you almost fall to the floor.

“Powerful.” You mumbled against his mouth and the laugh he let out was muffled by your lips.

You noticed how sensual the whole thing had been for you, how turned on you felt. It was a whole other experience to anything you’d ever felt before. Then you realised as Mickey pressed you against his body, you could feel his hard cock pushing up against your stomach from behind his own Ghostface robe. You relished in the newfound knowledge that Mickey watching you brutally murder that girl had turned him on too.

Because of course it did. The woman he loved was just as sadistic as he was. Loved the thrill of the kill exactly as he did. What’s hotter than that?

You wanted to deepen the kiss, beg him to fuck you right next to Cici Coopers corpse more than anything but he let out a small, groaning sigh.

“We’ve got to go.” He sighed as he pulled back, his hand reaching to cup your cheek. “We don’t wanna be here when the cops get called. We need to get to that party so we’ll have an alibi.”

You felt your lips turn into a pout and it made Mickey smirk a little, gently tracing the outside of your lips with his gloved hand.

“Fine,” you stretched up on your toes, you arms slinking around his neck and pulling his face back down to yours. “Can we at least fuck when we get there?”

Mickey let out a small laugh before nodding his head, hand still cradling your face.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

A/N: Ugh I hate this. But we move.

[walli3darl1ng]

Part four?? (Final?)

For context, reader is a local doll maker given the task to make Wally Darling look presentable for an upcoming episode but Wally has plans to keep you around.

You’re finishing up the box that would carry Wally with him sitting on your lap, his hands resting on your forearms as you paint his name on the wood. Over the course of the week you’ve gone pale, skinnier and well looking exhausted. The change was so rapid that you didn’t even have time to stop and think about what could cause it.

Wally has been taking your energy, now knowing if it’s intended or not we’ll never know. The small puppet can’t see that it’s affecting you dramatically. You’ll pass out the second you stop working, when you're up you barely have time to eat since you’re eager to get back to work. It’s like a high you didn’t know you needed, you craved it. It was odd to be addicted to a project but to you it makes the most sense. You’re a doll maker! You live to make this for kids or adults.

You didn’t want to think about what you’ll do when it’s done and you’ll have to give Wally back to those awful people. Will he miss you? Will he remember you? Probably not.

You’re wrong.

Wally has gone…obsessed, to say the least. Celine told him about this ‘shifting’ that humans do to escape this reality into their own desired reality. Does yours have him in it? Have you two together?

Humans can also shift into already existing realities, like a favorite show or movie, even books and comics! So he’s been thinking; why not shift to his reality?! Would that be fun! You guys could finally be together.

Sure you guys have never spoken to each other to the point of the other response verbally but you guys spend all day together! He’ll have you.

No matter what stands in his way.

Celine watches nervously when you lay your head on the desk after finishing the box, you’ve fallen asleep. They see Wally wiggle out of your hold and caressing your face. They’ve noticed a darker aura to Wally but he’s their friend, they will help anyway they can.

Moving from their frozen position, they make it over while dragging a bag behind then and setting it next to Wally’s box. “Here you go! All my extra parts.”

“Oh! Thank you, Celine, you’re a big help!” Wally smiles at them, getting a nervous one back, he takes a look at the bag. “So they made extra parts for you?”

“Originally it was for different poses but then they thought it could serve as replacement parts. If they really wanted to, they could make a second one of me.” They shrug and pick up an arm from inside the bag and twist the ball joint on the wrist. “Everything moves smoothly so you’ll have no trouble making a shell.”

“Perfect!” Wally then looks at your sleeping form and nuzzles his cheek on yours with a content sigh. “You hear that, my Doll? You’ll be safe with me.”

The next day you travel back to the studio and hand over Wally. Reluctantly that is, you didn’t even let them carry him when they told you to follow them to the set.

That’s strange, was there always a workshop house in the neighborhood? You could’ve sworn there were only eight including the main puppet in your arms. There’s Poppy, Sally, Julie, Frank, Eddie, Howdy, Barnaby and your Wally. Who’s the new addition?

Leaving Wally was hard. You didn’t know what to do after getting in the car and staring into the void. Are you going home now? Without him by your side? Do you start a new project? He never likes you touching another doll. Do you wait for him? To need repairs? You’re lost.

Finally getting home you decided to just cuddle up with your ferret name Noodle but you can’t ignore the empty feeling. Does he feel empty too? How can he, he’s a puppet. A plush with stuffing and stitches, he can’t feel. Right?

Back with Wally he’s now in his reality and he’s happy to see all his friends and share the wonderful time he had with you. But the details can wait, he’s got work to do! Going home and to his bedroom he takes the bag and empties it onto the floor. He takes one part at a time and assembles it on the bed. They’re gonna be a little shorter than him but he doesn’t mind!

“Now for how to get you here..?” He mumbles to himself before hearing thuds and tapping from Home. He perks up and rushes to an open window. If he stares hard enough at the edge of the neighborhood he can see the artificial stage lights slowly dimming off and the night lights turning on. In the small glimpse he sees you! Why are you here? Did you realize what he’s doing?

“Y/n! Look Home, it's them! They’re here!”

Home taps in response as he rushes over to the complete doll and holds its face in his hands, bringing his forehead to the doll’s. “Come back to me, Doll.”

Once again to you, you came back because you forgot your phone. How? You have no idea but when you wanted to see the show's release times you went mad trying to find it. So you decided just to retrace your steps.

Looking around you see the staff change the bright lights to some dimmer night lights and you see your phone resting next to a big bright red house. Upon getting your phone you see Wally laying on the other side of the house and you didn’t waste time in reaching over to hold him. “Hi Wally…”

You smile at the puppet, happy to see him smiling back at you. But you start to feel your eyes get heavy and your vision starts to spin. Everyone goes black.

“Hey! Are you okay!? Help! Someone call the ambulance!”

Your eyes flutter open and you slowly sit up with a groan. Did you faint? Your head is slightly pounding, you reach up to hold your head but you stop dead in your tracks. Was this your hand? It has ball joints and is made of glass! Your breath starts picking up and there is a lump in your throat. What’s happening!?

“You’re awake, my doll.”

You turn your head to the voice and you see Wally walking up to you with a cup. “I hope your head’s okay, it was a fast shift.”

“Wally…? Where am I? Why-“ you were getting overwhelmed, this is a lot to take in and most of it didn’t make sense!

“See for yourself.” Wally takes your hand and helps you up while guiding you to the window that’s open. There you see you! But you’re surrounded by staff and the ambulance, what happened to you?

“Since the body doesn’t have a spirit in it, it’s practically a rag doll. Nothing takes control of the brain.” You hear Wally practically all around you but he’s right behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “You don’t need that body, do you? Look you’re here with me, isn’t that wonderful, doll?”

(I didn’t Intended on making it slight obsessed Wally but here we are ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ)

[hccn-overseer]

Issure 34, 2/29/24

Welcome, one and all, to the second season of the Hermitcitizen Overseer and the tenth of Hermitcraft itself! There are scenanigans aplenty waiting for us in the upcoming season, so let's not hesitate to get going!

Bookwatch

Written by AzureClouds 

This season, in an attempt to not use trading systems, Grian has decided to try and fish up a book of mending to use for enchanting. 

Until recently, he has had little luck catching the elusive mending books, although he had caught several other enchanted books. Additionally, (as of writing) Grian has managed to catch roughly 6500 fish-the majority of which have been cod-, Nautilus shells, fishing rods and bows with various enchantments, and saddles, all to various degrees of usefulness.

Statistically, there is generally a 1.9% chance of catching an Enchanted book while fishing, with a 0.015% chance of catching a mending book! Meaning that, supposedly for every 100 times Grian casts his line, he should catch 2 books, and if he catches 127 books, he should be able to find two mending books. 

In addition, Grian built a Cod Dungeon, complete with a secret entrance, and statues decorating the walls, even a special painting by Hoffen in an attempt to raise his chances of catching a mending book, officially named the Chamber of Sea Critters. 

Finally, after over nine thousand attempts, Grian was able to fish up a mending book, specifically with Piercing 3 and mending, and he has decided to instead trade for the rest of the books he needs.

Now on to other news below the cut!

Hermit Permits

By AzureClouds

This season, shops, and what you will be selling has been decided by various permits, distributed randomly. Each hermit has received six permits, of various value. The three tiers are iron, gold, and diamond, with each hermit receiving three iron permits, two gold, and one diamond permit. This means that only one Hermit is able to sell any given item (that there is an existing permit for).

For some items, such as wood, glass or wool, hermits are required to build a shop with those who received a permit in the same category as them (for example, all hermits who received a permit for wood will be building a shop together), with these shops being either collaborative, competitive or anything in between!

Additionally, as the winner of demise, False Symmetry was awarded a Joker permit, giving her the ability to pick an item to sell at any time. This special permit can only be used once, and has not yet been put into play. 

A Small(Ishbeans) Introduction! By Roo

This season, we welcomed another two hermits- Skizzleman, and Smallishbeans. While an article for Skizz is anticipated and hoped for, this one is about none other than Joel Smallishbeans. 

First, let’s get you acquainted, shall we? Joel Smallishbeans- often called Joel Beans, Bean, Big Man, or just plain Joel- is a British YouTuber who, other than the green streak in the hair of his minecraft skin, can be recognized as “That One Guy Who Used To Be Shrek”*. A former member of both of the seasons of Empires SMP, as well as other servers such as the life series (he won Last Life in our hearts), or KingdomCraft, way back when, Joel is renowned for making buildings and areas that take immense amounts of time, effort, and skill, as well as the absolute beast he is at PVP. (Yes, we are aware this article would boost his ego immensely. That’s alright.) From the giant spires of the Mazalean Palace to the looming castles of his hardcore world, to the beginnings of his Hermitcraft base, it’s easy to say that Joel is a legendary builder that’ll be at home on Hermitcraft. 

As for how his Hermitcraft is going- other than the multitude of failed attempts to kill XBCrafted, and the one successful attempt (yes, that took 74 TNT), everything seems to be going well for our favorite bean man. He already has a glow squid farm that works- well, it works- in addition to a lovely road, four buildings, and his first Hermitcraft diamond hanging proudly on the wall. His build style, a mixture of traditional Japanese architecture and a modern-cyberpunk-ish-vibe, seems to involve an astounding level of detail, which is impressive in and of itself, and also in the lag that is generated. Those glowing signs may have to decrease sometime through the season.

Of course, seeing as it’s Hermitcraft, shenanigans are bound to ensue, and from the past, we know Joel is one who will never back down from a good shenanigan. Those twelve kills in Last Life didn’t get themselves, after all. His neighbors, whom he has dubbed the Magic Mountaineers- Grian, Mumbo, Scar, Gem, Impulse, Skizz, and himself- are all settled around one big cherry blossom mountain (hence the name), and with Hermits that close together, we know that mischief is already brewing, pranks are being planned, and friendly rivalries formed.

No matter where the season goes for him, Joel seems to have an amazing start to this season, and for any of you who are considering giving him a watch, we would highly recommend- his sarcasm, skill, and hatred for Minecraft chickens and horses are hard to forget, and many a good time is had over on the Smallishbeans channel. 

Look out, Hermitcraft Season 10!

Skizzleman, the man, the myth the legend. 

By Winter. 

Skizzleman is one of the new members of Hermitcraft Season 10. As you saw Mr Beans introduced in another article it is now Skizzleman’s turn. Now most people may not know what Skizzleman has done before Hermitcraft, so here is a run down. 

Skizzleman is part of the Z.I.T.S, aka Zedaph. Impulse. Tango. Skizzleman. These four have been creating videos together for a while. The first series that Impulse and Skizzleman created together is “Naked and Scared” which was and continues to be a unique spin on the genre of Hardcore. 

 For the wider audience, you may know Skizzleman from the hit series “The Life Series”. While Skizzleman has never won any series he has always left a resounding echo within each character he has portrayed. This often creates a very emotional ending to each series. He always commits to the bit, even to the character's demise. 

Another place you may know Skizzleman from is the GIGS Phasmophobia streams, or the 2020 Assorted Hermits(and Skizzleman) Among Us Streams. Both of the streams are different in the dynamics that they invoke. The streams are memorable and cemented in the viewer's hearts that Skizzleman was already a Hermit way before his invite. 

In other endeavours he runs a podcast with ImpulseSV called the “Imp and Skizz podcast”. Within this podcast, they discuss a variety of topics such as: how they became friends, parenting, what makes a great leader, and other big philosophical topics. They also have special guests such as Geminitay, Xisumavoid, Evan and Kate, and others. On this podcast, Impulse also proposed to Skizzleman about joining Hermitcraft. 

They now have started the season and with that new connections are being formed. As of current Skizzleman has a starter base which is lovingly called “Skizz’s Crack”. He is staying in the area with fellow hermits  Grian, SmallishBeans, GoodTimesWithScar, ImpulseSV, Mumbo Jumbo, and GeminiTay. He is currently creating a pyramid. We at the Overseer wish him well on his journey to creating joy within people's hearts. 

Lost + Found Collected by Roo

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lost item:

a blue crochet squid on a crochet piece of sushi.

it has large eyes and is wrapped around the crochet sushi.

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lost item(s)

5 boxes of cod.

i doubt whoever lost it actually wants to find it again.

...but i dont really want this either.

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lost item:

ive found another one. the cursed enchanted items.

a luck of the sea, lure,unbreaking, and.

multishot...

fishing rod.

you can. assume what it does.

That's all for this week! Tune in next time to hear about the endeavors of the Citizens and the Hermits themselves!

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, cannibalism, kidnapping, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, dub-con bordering on non-con, ignoring of sexual boundaries

Summary: Just when he's given up on ever finding Mr. Right, Steve meets the - seemingly - perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen"--or something like that

4. Mise-en-Place

Wait! I haven't read the previous chapter(s)

Steve has to promise his coworker Daryl everything short of oral sex to get him to pick up his weekend shifts. But he does agree to do it.

And then Steve spends most of the week daydreaming about the upcoming trip with James. He packs and repacks his bag probably a dozen times. He doesn’t really know anything about what they’ll be doing, other than fucking and hanging out at the house. And he doesn’t know anything about the house except that it has a hot tub.

“The Catskills?” Clint complains when Steve calls the morning of his departure to let him know that he’ll be gone for a few days. “You’ve known this guy for a hot second and you’re letting him take you away to the middle of nowhere?”

Steve huffs. “It’s not the middle of nowhere. He’s got a house out there. He goes there all the time.” Steve stuffs his swim trunks into his already stuffed-full weekend bag, then wrestles the zipper closed. He plops down onto his bed with the phone at his ear. “Be happy for me. I really think this is going to go somewhere.”

Clint sighs over the line. “Fine. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you,” Steve says primly.

“You’re welcome. Look, just … just let me know when you’ve gotten there safely, okay? And text me his address so I at least know where to send the cops for your body.”

“Thank you, Safety Officer Barton,” Steve drawls. “I’ll text you.” They say goodbye and Steve hangs up. He checks the time—still an hour to go. He sighs and tries to resist the urge to check and repack his stuff again.

Steve’s smile is massive as James pulls up in front of his building in the most ridiculous car Steve’s ever seen outside of a movie. “Wow,” he says.

James is movie star handsome in his windswept hair and sunglasses, jaw working as he chews a piece of gum. “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!”

Steve laughs at the line and tosses his bag in the backseat. He opens the passenger side door and slides in across buttery leather. “Is this a fucking Lamborghini?”

“Bugatti, baby,” James says, popping his gum. “You like it?”

“Well I’m not exactly a car guy but …” Steve looks around the interior and nods, impressed. “Don’t you think it’s too cold to have the top down?”

“Psh, 'course it is.” James pushes a button on the dash and the top starts coming out. He leans over and pecks a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Just wanted to pull up in style.”

Steve hums, taking in the nice outfit James is wearing, how he manages to look so well put together even when he’s casual. (What is something like that called? A sports jacket?) “Yeah. I don’t think anybody could accuse you of not being stylish.” He tries to remember what all he’d stuffed in his bag that morning. It hadn’t all been tee shirts and jeans, had it? Hm. He fiddles with his hands, picking at where there’s still a bit of ochre #217 crusted under the nail. “This isn’t what you were driving on our date.”

“I usually keep this one out at the house,” James tells him. “I’m not about to shell out for a second parking space in fucking Midtown.”

Steve laughs at him, because anybody who drives a Bugatti sure as shit doesn’t have to worry about wasting a few grand on parking.

“Hey! It’s the principle of the matter,” James argues as they zip down Atlantic Avenue, headed for the interstate. “Some things are worth splurging on, some things aren’t.”

“Okay.” Steve settles back in his seat. “What’s worth splurging on, then?”

“Mm.” James pretends to think about it. “Cars to impress your new boyfriend,” he says, and Steve’s heart skips a beat. “Watches. I fucking love watches. Hm … travel, art, a view, privacy,” he continues listing, unaware that Steve’s still totally stuck on the first part. “And a good meal.” He looks over, grinning. “Don’t you think?”

“Um,” Steve licks his lips, trying to calm down. “Y-yeah. Yeah I guess all of those things.” He looks back out the windshield, thoughts spinning. Should he say something? He thinks he should. No better time than when they’re stuck together in a car. There’ll be no escaping the conversation. “So … are we boyfriends?” he asks, his voice coming out much quieter than he intends. He sounds exactly as nervous as he doesn’t want James to think he is. “I mean …” He looks over, can’t read James’ expression because the guy’s half cloaked by the aviators. “Are we?”

James takes one hand off the wheel and holds it out for Steve, threading their fingers together. “I was thinking that we were,” he says, not looking away from the road. “I haven’t been seeing anyone else since I met you. I haven’t wanted to.”

Steve swallows, the butterflies (or frogs or whatever-the-fuck idiom it is that lives in his stomach) jumping around happily. “Me neither,” he says. He tries not to beam too much, tries to be smooth and cool like James is. “Ah, that’s kind of what I was hoping for. What I was hoping you wanted.” He huffs and scratches at his neck awkwardly. “I just um, guess I’ve gotten used to not putting a label on things. ‘Boyfriend’ and stuff.” He looks down. “Guys tend to disappear once you start talking like that.”

“Fuck. What sorts of losers have you been dating?” James says, and Steve is so honestly taken aback that he has to laugh at himself a little and concede the point.

“Yeah, I guess you might be right.”

“I know I’m right.”

It’s cute, how James has gentlemanly outrage for Steve’s lame ass dating life. Steve shrugs, smiling because it’s nice to feel wanted for once, instead of disposable. “S’fine. It just got disheartening after a while. I was starting to think maybe I’m one of those people who’s just meant to wind up alone. The odd one out. Ya know?”

It’s quiet, and when Steve looks over he’s surprised to find James staring at him, the aviators slipped down his nose to reveal his eyes. “Yeah,” James murmurs. “Yeah I know a little bit about being the odd one out.” On the center console, his hand gives Steve’s a squeeze. “And nobody’s meant to be alone, Honey.”

Steve’s chest constricts a little. He licks his lips and watches James watch him. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anybody with eyes as kind and as real as James’. He’s so fucking genuine that it makes Steve feel cracked open whenever James stares at him, peeled down to the raw bits underneath. “You know,” he says quietly. “I’ve never met somebody who looks at me like that.”

James’ mouth quirks. “Like what?”

“Hm. Like you know me already.” Steve turns his head with a sigh and lets his eyes slip closed while he feels the warmth of the sun coming in through the car window. “Like you can read my thoughts. Like you see something other people don’t. It’s intense.”

“... Too intense?”

“Mm mn.” Steve shakes his head. “No, actually I like it. It’s nice for a change. Makes me feel ... I dunno, almost kinda savored?”

When Steve peeks at him again, he’s treated to the sight of James, with his sunglasses pushed back up, grinning at the road. His smile is a slash of sparkling white across his handsome face, making him look too good to be true. “Somebody like you should be savored,” he tells him. “You know, I think I might keep you, Steve.”

Steve grins and turns his head to look back out the window as they drive farther and farther from the city.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Steve opens his eyes, yawning as the car pulls to a stop. “Mm.” He stretches and unhooks his seatbelt. "We there?"

“We’re here.”

From the driveway, the house isn’t much to look at. It’s almost fully concealed within the expertly done landscaping, as if the house’s existence itself is supposed to be a secret. The custom building materials visible at the front door are severe but unique, hinting at what’s inside.

“Holy f—” Steve trails in after James, eyes wide as he looks around.

“Home sweet home,” James demures, dropping Steve’s bag on the kitchen island and walking over to the fridge. There’s the tinkle of ice as he pulls things from the freezer drawer. “So what do you think? It’s nice, right?”

“Um …” Steve walks slowly through the living room, taking in the expensive house. One glance around and anybody with two braincells to rub together would be able to tell that the place was completely custom made, from the studs right on up to the roof. “Yeah. It’s really ...” he looks around. “Intimidating.”

“‘Intimidating’,” James echoes, amused. He pours something amber from a crystal decanter. “I guess that’s fair. You told me I'm intimidating, and I am the one who designed it.”

Steve goes to sit on the couch. “No, I mean it’s great, don’t get me wrong.” He looks around, considering the dark wood and poured concrete and brick, the beaten leather sofas and various oddball art pieces that somehow feel right. “Very … midcentury meets 70’s eclectic.”

James smirks and brings their drinks over, handing Steve his. “Ya know, I know you’re a snobby artist,” he teases. “So I’m not sure if you’re actually complimenting my house or poking fun at it.”

Steve grins around his cocktail straw. “Well it’s more fun if I leave you wondering.”

James sits down next to him on the couch. “Gonna keep me on my toes?”

“Oh, always.”

“By the way, that’s my version of an old fashioned,” James tells him. They clink glasses in a little toast.

“To our weekend away,” Steve says.

“To our very relaxing weekend away,” James agrees. “By the way,” he nods at Steve’s glass. “There’s a little something extra in there. Want to try and guess what it is?

“Ooh. Okay. What are the stakes?”

James waggles his eyebrows. “Oral sex?”

Steve snorts. “Okay sure. But is there really a loser in that equation?”

“Probably not.” James gives him a wink. “But there is most certainly a winner.”

Steve brings his glass up for a thoughtful sip. “Hmm … peach?” he guesses.

James smirks and sinks back further into the couch. “Nope. Close though.”

Steve tries again, sips and thinks about it. “Apricot?”

“Nope.” James is looking delighted. “One more guess. You are close.”

“Well if it’s a stone fruit …” Steve frowns. “Oh! Nectarine?”

“Ha! Yep you got it.” James looks utterly pleased as he leans over to peck a kiss to his cheek. “Smart boy. You win."

Steve flushes at the words. “You don’t seem like a very sore loser.”

“There’s no bet I’d be happier to lose.” James heaves himself up off the couch with a deep sigh. “Alright, obligatory tour time?” He holds out his hand, and Steve is back to grinning like a fool as he lets his boyfriend show him around his intimidating—but also, really damn nice—house.

“It doesn’t feel very lived in,” Steve admits, as they’re changing into their swim trunks. James leads him to the back patio where there’s a hot tub sunken into the concrete. “I thought you said you spend a lot of time here?”

“I said I spend as much time as I can here. Which isn’t as much as I’d like.” James scoots over to sit beside him. “You know we didn’t actually have to wear swimsuits. We’re hours from the city.”

“So isolated. No neighbors at all?”

“Mm mn. Not for miles.”

“Wow. It’s strange to think that places like that even exist anymore.” Steve lays his head on James’ shoulder. “After a lifetime in Brooklyn, ya know? To think that there’s that much space left in the world for just two people?” He shakes his head. “S’crazy.”

“Yeah. But I like it.” James wraps an arm around his waist, holding him close. “It’s freeing, you know? You can just be yourself out here. Don’t have to worry about what anybody will think.”

“Think of what?” Steve asks, remembering how James has said similar things about enjoying privacy in the past. “Are you not out to your family, or something?”

James laughs. “No, not that. I’ve been out to everyone I know since med school. I just meant: in general, I find the seclusion relaxing. I don’t have to worry about nosy neighbors, or being too loud.” He squeezes Steve’s side playfully. “Or walking around butt naked if I want.”

Steve giggles. He pulls away from James in the water, turning to face him with a sly look. “Well, maybe you’re right then.” He slides out of his trunks and holds them up in show before tossing them away. They land with a wet 'splat' on the concrete. “Fuck swimsuits.”

James laughs in delight and copies him, tossing his shorts in the same direction. “Yeah, fuck ‘em.” They’re both laughing as he pulls Steve back in to straddle his lap, the water bubbling around them and mostly-obscuring their nudity. “Oh, Steve,” he sighs. “I’m so glad you let me bring you out here.” He reaches up and cups his jaw. “I really want to get to know you, intimately.” His thumb traces a tender path on Steve’s cheek. “It’ll be nice. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “Yeah, it really will.”

They talk for what feels like hours, flirting and sipping cocktails and trading jokes. They share their opinions on stupid topics and meaningful ones, interspersed with the few quiet moments that happen when one of them works up the nerve to tell the other about some intimate detail from their life.

Steve confesses that he'd reached a low point, after his mom's death, and that he hadn't improved until he'd sought out therapy. James receives the information with sympathy, and then keeps his eyes averted as he admits that he’s been married, once before. “It didn’t last long,” he mumbles, looking rueful about it. “Less than a year.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says gently. “What happened?”

James shakes his head sadly. “He just wasn’t the one. We didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things and ... he left me."

Steve bites his lip, hating how sad James looks as he talks about it. He tries to lighten the mood by recounting the story of one hilariously bad date in recent memory. It gets James laughing again, which is a relief, and they fall back into the easy banter that seems to come so naturally to them. They’re both dog people. James prefers tea to coffee. Steve is a staunch murderer of houseplants. James fancies himself a gourmet cook.

“Yeah, you still have to prove that to me,” Steve teases as they head back inside, their discarded bathing suits left behind on the patio like shed skin.

James towels Steve off and pulls him into the bed, lying over him. “Oh, I'll prove it. Gonna cook you an amazing dinner tonight.” He dips down, kissing him gently. “But first, I think there’s a wager I lost that I need to make good on.” He kisses down Steve’s throat, his chest. “You want that?”

Steve squirms and nods, blood flowing south at just the thought of James’ beautiful mouth around his dick. “Yeah. Yeah, you definitely should. Don’t want to be a sore loser.”

“Definitely not. Especially since you’re such a gracious winner,” James continues kissing his way down, taking his time, big hands splayed out over ribs, caressing him. “Love your body, honey,” he murmurs against the pale skin of his stomach. He lets his hands slide further down, thumbs swiping over hip bones. “So sweet. So delicate.”

“Christ,” Steve complains, but James doesn’t let him get away with that.

“No. I mean it, Steven. Every part of you. You hear me?”

“Yeah yeah, I—” Steve inhales sharply as he’s suddenly enveloped in the wet heat of James’ mouth, not even very hard, yet. “Oh!”

“Mmhm,” James hums around his mouthful of rapidly-hardening dick. He sucks him gently, rubbing his hands over Steve’s hips, his belly, his sensitive inner thighs. He pops off and taps Steve’s cock against the flat of his tongue. “Feel good?”

Steve nods shakily. “Y-yeah. Yeah keep going. Please.”

James smiles and kisses his belly reverently, then takes him right back into his mouth. Even as Steve hardens all the way, James can still handle a lot, not choking even when Steve’s cock hits the back of his throat. Steve moans at a particularly strong suck. “James, yes,” he whispers, sliding his fingers into James' dark hair and holding him. “Oh, god …” A hand joins in, stroking while James lavishes attention at the head. He’s gentle in how he handles him, but utterly methodical. Steve’s hips kick up once James starts playing with his balls, and he whines near-desperately when a single finger ventures back to his asshole. “Oh fuck …”

James makes a pleased noise that reverberates all the way through Steve's cock and into his balls. He presses the tip of his finger in dry, takes him all the way down to the hilt—and swallows compulsively around the head of his dick.

Steve comes with a sudden cry, clinging to James helplessly as he spurts against his tongue. "Ah ah, ahnn ..." James hums and holds him and sucks him through it, only pulling off once Steve is shivering in oversensitivity. He lays his cheek on Steve’s stomach and waits him out while he recovers. “S-sorry,” Steve pants. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Eventually Steve’s breathing calms, and he opens his eyes again. He looks down at where James is resting against his stomach, his dark hair against Steve’s pale skin, mouth red and shiny with cum. “Fuck,” Steve breathes. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

James licks his lips clean, staring up at him. “And you’re delicious.” He climbs back up his body, dick hard and insistent where it drags a wet line across Steve’s belly. “Can I fuck you, Sweetheart?” he asks, the words sweeter than they have any right to be as he dips down and kisses him with the taste of cum still on his lips. “Is that okay? or are you too sensitive?”

Steve shivers, rolling his hips up even though his dick has gone soft. “No. No, you can,” he breathes, reaching down to take hold of James' cock and give it a squeeze. It's so hot and big, and the feeling of it throbbing against his palm makes arousal flare back to life in Steve’s belly. “Just … just go slow, yeah?”

James kisses him tenderly, promising, “Of course. Always. Hang on a sec.” He stretches away for the bedside drawer, and then his weight returns. He encourages Steve to roll over onto his front, gently maneuvering a pillow under his hips. “There you go,” he praises, running a hand down the center of his back, over his ass and then the back of one thigh. “God, Steve ... You’re a fucking wet dream, you know that?”

Steve huffs. “Yeah, sure.” He pulses down against the pillow, dick spent but still enjoying the sensation. He gasps when he suddenly feels James nosing between his cheeks. “Oh! Oh fuck, are you gonna —”

“Yeah,” James breathes out against his hole and grabs handfuls of his ass. He squeezes. “Oh, Baby. This fuckin’ peach of an ass." He kisses just below Steve’s tailbone and murmurs, “You’re so small but you got the roundest little ass I ever saw. You know that, Honey?”

Steve makes a tiny sound of protest, but then in the next second James is licking right over him, lapping and sucking at his hole like he can’t get enough. Steve grunts into the sheets and screws his eyes shut, panting at how good it feels. “God, ugh, James …”

James tongues and sucks at him, pulls away with the wettest, filthiest sound possible and growls, “Just want to eat this ass up.”

Steve cries out at the sharp pinch of teeth on his ass, but that sound bleeds into a groan when James sucks hard on the spot, almost certainly securing a bruise in Steve's future. “Fuck,” Steve pants quietly, grinding down against the pillow beneath his hips. He realizes he’s getting hard again just as James starts to really tongue fuck his hole—quick, dirty little jabs that make Steve clench and twitch, desperately aware of how much more he wants to feel. “James,” he gasps, mouth gone dry. He turns his head and pants. “James, oh, please. Please, come on.” He huffs and whines and tries to reach back, and James gets the hint.

He crawls up Steve’s body and seals his chest to Steve's back, kneeing his legs apart, laying his full weight into him. He kisses the nape of Steve's neck and slowly slides his hands all the way down the length of his arms, hands covering Steve's smaller ones at the very end. Steve groans at how good it feels.

“Oh, Daddy.”

He doesn’t mean to say it. It just slips out.

James is quiet for a heartbeat, feeling Steve's back tensing beneath him. He hums smugly and starts kissing and licking at his neck. “Aw, what’s wrong?” he coos. "You embarrassed, Princess? Just cause you like Daddy’s tongue in your ass? Does that get you real worked up?” Steve whines in mortification and James snickers. He licks along the shell of his ear. “Oh yeah, that’s what it is. You’re embarrassed cause you need Daddy to put something a little bigger up there, don'tcha? You need it, and you don’t want to have to ask.”

Steve moans weakly, tears nearly coming to his eyes at how easily James just accepted it, went with it. Fuck, he’s too good to be true. “Yes,” he whispers, pushing his ass back the little bit that he can, with James’ big body weighing him down. “Yeah Daddy, please.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay Baby,” James exhales shakily, as if this is getting to him just as much. “Anything you want, you know that? You can have it.” He kisses Steve’s shoulder and lubes up his fingers, dragging them right over Steve’s hole. “Relax for me, Honey. Just let me make you feel good.”

He presses in with two, slowly, and Steve gasps at the sudden pressure and the stretch. “Oh,” he pants quietly against the sheets, “Oh f-fuck ..."

“Okay?” James asks. He hooks his fingers and gives a slow drag out. “Hm?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. His eyes are closed and his brow furrowed as he focuses on the feeling. “Fuck, yeah. It’s–it's good ... oh…”

James pushes back in. He starts up a slow but steady rhythm, fucking him softly on two fingers until Steve’s pressing back into it eagerly, ready enough for another. “Fuck, Honey,” he groans when Steve is clenching and moaning on three of his fingers, wet and loose and pushing back into it, crying out when he gets at his prostate just right. “You ready for my cock, baby?” James asks, already pulling his fingers out.

“Yeah,” Steve says, nodding eagerly and squirming. “Yeah. Condom?”

James hums and rolls his hips, sliding his dick through the slicked up valley of Steve’s ass. “I got tested,” he murmurs. “Don’t need one.”

“What? But—”

James hushes him with a kiss to his shoulder. “We don’t need one,” he whispers, reassuring him. “It’s fine.”

Steve whines, trying to think past the haze of his lust. “Yeah but I … I don’t think—”

James has propped himself up on one arm and is holding his dick with the other, guiding it where he wants it, rubbing the head against Steve’s hole. His knees spread Steve's legs wider, and Steve whimpers,

“Oh, w-wait,”

“Shhh.” James presses harder. His cock slips inside. “Theere we go.”

Steve’s breath catches at the feeling. “Fuck, oh …”

“Beautiful.” James falls back over him, body heavy and warm, cock sliding in in in, until his hips meet Steve's ass. "Oohyeah." He grinds into him and kisses his shoulder. “You’re okay,” he soothes, hips rocking just the barest bit, his cock huge and unrelenting where it's fully seated. “S'that good? Tell Daddy how it feels."

Steve whimpers and nods tightly, because it does feel good. It feels amazing. He loves this part, always has; the first few, overwhelming seconds of being penetrated, being taken. It’s so full, so much pressure inside that he can hardly stand it. “Y-yeah,” he says shakily, thinking about the condom, how James is bare up inside him right now. “S’big. Oh, fuck, James …”

“Yeah,” James says, moving against him in another, dirty grind. Then he seeks out Steve’s mouth and kisses him as he starts to fuck him softly.

And Steve kisses back, accepting the slide of James’ tongue and the hot push of his cock as the pleasure mounts. His cock throbs against the pillow and his insides begin to coil tighter and tighter, wanting more. He tries to fuck back harder, tries to wedge a hand underneath of himself, but James catches him in against his body and rolls them over, Steve still held captive against his chest. He hooks a heel over Steve's shin, curls a hand at the base of his neck. His other hand slides down his belly, bumping his cock but not reaching to take him in hand. He just holds him still while he keeps rolling his hips, fucking up into him languidly.

It’s frustratingly slow but it’s at the right angle. In fact it’s at such a fucking perfect angle, and the feeling of being trapped so thoroughly against James' body is so nice, that Steve starts to get close anyway. He cries out and begs, telling James how good it is, babbling at him, begging him for just a touch, just a little more. “I’m gonna cum, please. Ohgod, ohmygod ...” He reaches for himself, cries out loudly when James knocks his hand away, denying him with a breathy,

“Wait.”

“Please!” Steve hiccups, voice small and thready. He’s so close.

“You feel perfect, Steve,” James whispers, kissing the side of his head. “Feels so fucking good for me, inside of your body. D’you know that?” He rolls his hips deep and stays buried up in him, finally wraps his hand around Steve’s cock.

Steve sobs and thrashes against him. “Oh, please! Uhn, ah ah—”

“You beg so pretty, Honey.” James holds him tighter at the neck and strokes him off—so tight and slow. It’s so good, so close but not enough ...

“I–I need,” Steve gasps,

“Shshsh, I know, I know. You’re so close, aren’t you Baby?” James is hardly thrusting now, just grinding his cock inside Steve while he jerks him off. “So close,” he whispers. “You can almost taste it.” He flicks his tongue over the shell of Steve’s ear and Steve sobs.

He nods against the hand on his neck, relishing the way that he’s being held so tight, controlled so completely, coaxing words whispered right into his skin, working him closer and closer to the edge. Fuck, there really are tears in his eyes now. “P-please,” he begs wetly. “Oh.”

“It’s okay,” James coos, squeezing his cock even harder and going faster, knuckling under the head on every stroke. It’s enough, finally. Oh. “Let me feel you now, Honey. Right on my dick. Let Daddy feel it happen.”

It's that knuckle under the head that does it; that, and Bucky's voice purring reassuring filth in his ear. Steve grunts as his orgasm breaks inside, that high tide of pleasure finally tipping over and crashing so good that it hurts. “Oh, god, ohfuck ...” He seizes in James’ hold, voice sticking in his throat as he goes silent and shoots off hard, pulsing and pulsing with it. So fucking good.

James groans and curses beneath him. He wraps both of his huge arms around Steve’s middle and holds him like a sex doll while he ruts into him, chasing his own climax until he’s coming, too. He fucks him through it, until his cum is slipping back out around his slowing thrusts and his softening dick, their bodies messy and wet. “Fuck,” he pants hotly against the back of Steve’s neck. “Steve.”

Steve whines at the feeling when James pulls out, the rest of his cum following a second later. “Oh god. Ugh.”

James chuckles and moves him on the bed. He lies over him, one leg thrown over Steve’s and a hand cradling his face. "C'mere, you."

They kiss, long and slow, lips dragging softly together. James hums and speaks without pulling away. “Well, that was amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He sighs and rolls onto his back. “Come here. Put your head on my chest. Lemme hold you.”

Steve obeys, turning into James and wrapping an arm over his middle, while he thinks about the cum he can still feel leaking out of his ass.

He’d tried to stop it, had felt wrong going bare when they hadn’t talked it over first. He bites his lip, unsure how to say anything now without ruining the afterglow. Maybe he can’t.

“I love making love to you, Steve,” James says quietly, tracing fingertips along his spine. “You’re so beautiful. Perfect.”

“Yeah,” Steve murmurs back, smiling a little because he’s just been fucked probably better than he ever has in his whole entire life.

... Even if James did ignore him about the condom, it was still fucking amazing.

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