#and i'm tempted to amp it up

[nellasbookplanet]

Now that season 2 of good omens is only about a month away and everyone waiting has already watched season 1 and read the book multiple times, may I suggest something to tide you over while waiting:

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb! Featuring an angel and a demon best-friend pair going on a trip together and being very confused by humans and their weird ways! It is very good!

The general tone is pretty humorous and light-hearted, the characters are fun, the mythology is fun, it’s all very jewish and very queer but light on romance (there’s an f/f subplot though!). The plot is less apocalyptic than Good Omens (they’re looking for a missing girl, not trying to stop armageddon) but equally as engaging.

In short: read When the Angels Left the Old Country, please, I beg of you, it deserves so much love

[scarletv0id]

If you ever want to understand the oddity of my interest in games one of the top games on my “To Play” list is Evil Within 1/2. 

[wileys-russo]

you NEED to write something about one of these

https://www.thesun.co.uk/sport/24371723/arsenal-england-leah-williamson-alex-scott-red-carpet/amp/

+ the gucci exhibition outfit

we are getting fed🧎🏼‍♀️

heels II l.williamson

"how's your thesis going then pretty girl?" arms wrapped around you as leah rested her chin atop your head, gently massaging your shoulders as you welcomed the girls slender fingers attacking the knots in your muscles which had been cramped over your laptop all day.

"it’s getting there." you sighed, eyes closing as your head slumped back a little in relief. "do you have time to help me with my makeup please?" the blonde asked hopefully, kissing your cheeky sweetly as you nodded.

"of course baby. now?" you offered looking up at her with a smile. "yes please, thank you." she mumbled against your lips as she kissed you, stealing the breath from your lungs before pulling away and offering her hand.

helping you up you followed her to the bathroom where she'd already laid everything out. "i tried to make it easier." leah gestured as you smiled, pecking her lips and gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bath.

"what are you wearing?" you asked curiously, her hands resting on your hips as you stood between her legs, starting to do her base. "you'll see later. but its black!" she smiled, eyes closed as you frowned but hummed, knowing the woman was far too stubborn to give in if you'd bothered to try and get it out of her.

"i got cleared to wear heels again today." leah grinned once you'd finished her base, tapping her shoulders as you rifled through your makeup trying to work out what you wanted to do for her eyes.

"every little change is one step closer to being back on the pitch. i am so proud of you lee." you smiled, your eyes shone with pride as you rewarded her with a kiss, your girlfriend mumbling how grateful she was for your support.

"so you said black. what do you want for your eyes then babe? are you taking a statement bag or a clutch or anything?" you asked, hands on hips as you surveyed her. "mm something light? you know what i like." the blonde shrugged and you nodded, grabbing what you wanted as she closed her eyes again.

"all done." you stole a kiss once you'd finished as her blue eyes fluttered open. "you look gorgeous. i'll leave you to get ready, did you want anything to eat before you go? or leave you something leftover for later?" you questioned as the older girl stood.

"you look gorgeous. but no that's alright love, they'll feed me there and i'm not sure when i'll be home." she smiled apologetically as you nodded in understanding, not the biggest lover of social events you never minded a night in on your own, understanding from the get go that they were a key part of leahs job.

your relationship with the english captain wasn't a secret but it was private, and so you accompanied her to the occasional event at her request but mostly you were happy to support her from afar, comforted in knowing that it was your bed she always returned to afterwards anyway.

it was around an hour later when leah emerged again, smiling in amusement watching your body sway to and fro to the music gently floating around the kitchen as you cooked. your back facing her you hadn't noticed her presence yet.

"mmm dinner and a show? i'm almost tempted not to leave." leah joked, eyes fixated on your behind in a pair of very short shorts, her hoodie adoring your top half as you jumped, caught off guard at her voice as you spun around clutching your chest in surprise.

but nothing compared to the surprise felt as you took your girlfriend in, fixated on what she was wearing, or more specifically what she wasn't wearing.

"jesus fucking christ leah." you breathed out quietly, jaw hanging slack as the defender smirked, your reaction all she'd been hoping for and more. "do we like?" she cocked an eyebrow toward you as you nodded wordlessly.

the tiny black skirt had a small arch up the side, showing off her incredibly tanned thigh, the short length only highlighting the blondes gorgeously long legs.

her top, if you could even call it that, resembled more that of a bikini as it clung to her chest, barely covering her breasts.

her toned abs were out on full display which practically left you drooling, your head a fuzzy mess as you'd become accustomed to her leaning more into her masculinity when dressing.

but tonight gone were the tailored suits, dress shoes, button ups and jorts. she was a picture of feminine ethereal radiance and your entire body was screaming for her. a million and one thoughts raced through your mind as leah slowly advanced toward you, heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"you look so very cute when you're flustered baby." she purred, hands flat against the counter, arms either side of you trapping you between her scantily clad body and the counter.

her lips ghosted yours teasingly, warm breath fanning your face. you almost moaned as you craned your neck up to kiss her and she pulled her head back with an infuriatingly sexy smirk.

normally a good head taller than you on an average day, in her heels leah towered over you, her hand grabbing your chin as her thumb stroked your jaw, her rings cold against your skin.

"be a good girl and wait up for me baby, i'll see you when i get home." she whispered, leaning in as if to kiss you, lips instead pressing to your forehead fondly.

"are you seriously going to call me a good girl dressed like that and leave without even giving me a proper kiss?" you managed out in disbelief, slumping against the counter as she backed off.

"mm, have a nice night darling." she blew you a kiss and just like that her heels clacked away and you heard the front door close before you could even breathe, feet rooted firmly to the floor.

some days you were convinced she would be the death of you.

[georgiapeach30513]

Your Mark on Me, Part 14

Summary: Steve should have paid attention

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, mirrors, creampie, threats, I'm sorry for the pain I have caused, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

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Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Steve gives you a warm smile, watching you as you bashfully eat your food. His eyes follow every movement your hand makes before you drop your fork and try to give him an angry look, “Doesn’t look right on you, Dovey.”

“Stop watching me. You eat,” it’s unnerving how he watches you. Like he needs to memorize everything about your movements. Every moan that whispers off your lips as you eat, every happy dance you do, and even the way your eyebrows reflect how your feeling with each bite. He is obsessed with your very being.

“I already have,” he lowers his eyes, motioning towards your fork before you slowly put another bite in your mouth. Dragging out the utensil at a snail speed. Sucking on the metal hard before it pops out of your mouth, “It would be better for you and that soaking wet cunt between your legs if you didn’t do that. That’s your only warning.”

Oh, you love a warning and what happens when you don’t listen, “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you tease. Hoping that it amps him up even more.

“Ha,” his voice bellows up into the cabin and you drop your fork. Crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at him. You weren’t the same girl he met a year ago. You were a woman that could fully take and survive Steve Rogers. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little bratty slut. You really want to see exactly how I can punish you for your behavior?”

“I’ve been spanked before,” you remind him with an edge of defiance. Shimmying your shoulders a bit as you start to smirk at him. You have been able to take everything he’s shoved your way. “I wear my badge of Steve’s Dove proudly. Been marked and forbidden for anyone to touch. Would you have claimed me if I couldn’t put up with your menacing ways?”

“I’m a menace now, am I? Tell me, Dovey, who am I a menace for?”

“You’re a menace Steve Rogers, but not to me. All I see is a fool completely in love with me. And my pussy,” you emphasize ‘my’ before you launch out of your seat, and start to run through the cabin. “So in love with me that you will chase your girlfriend around this cabin laughing.”

Steve would never say the words, but he won’t stop you from feeling his emotions. You did make him a fool for you. He would never have been caught chasing you around with the brightest smile on his face. He didn’t even want to catch up to you just yet. He hadn’t felt this way in years. Like everything was just right in the world. In his world. And all he wants is to laugh and have fun with you.

“Oh, Stevie boy,” you smile, spinning around to look at him before you pull apart his button up. Giving your shoulders a shake so he can see your tits bouncing around, and he stops just to gaze upon you. “Not tempted?”

He shakes his head no, but he can’t ignore the shuffle he does with his pants. He is such a horn dog! “What about now?” Cocking up one of your eyebrows you cup your breasts. Keeping your eyes on his, as you start to pinch and tweak your nipples, “Now?”

“Not quite,” liar. You start to undo every button slowly before letting it fall into the floor, and he hisses through his teeth. His eyes drape over every inch of your skin. His gray sweatpants start to tent, and he still wants you to believe he’s not turned on.

“Really? You want to keep chasing me through the house?”

“I’d rather see you try and crack me. That’s what you’re poorly attempting to do, hmm?” He can try to deny it, but even the way Steve speaks is different. Gone was the harsh language. He still had a filthy mouth when he was inside of you, but now he is creating a different Steve. One just for you.

He glances hungrily over your naked body before walking over to the couch. Sitting down smoothly, and even acknowledges his aching cock by rubbing over his swollen pants. Smirking at you while you want to gawk. “You’re craving me, huh, Dovey? You want that sloppy cunt to be hugging this?” Those meaty fingers grip over his covered girth, and you let out a sound that is more animalistic than human.

“Make me lose control. Make me want to show you my cock that is yours for the taking. What is my little cock slut going to do?” You take a step towards him. Trying to be sexy as you saunter closer, but he holds up a finger, “Eh eh eh. Earn your seat on this throne.”

“How?” There’s only a flicker of a moment of Steve going soft. But that twinkle of an eye is gone and replaced with an evil sneer. “Captain?”

“Use your imagination. What do you think I want more of in the world,” how are you supposed to think when your pussy is throbbing. A low hum sounds through your brain and pulses through your entire body. There is only one thing on your mind, and that is you want him to fuck you. You don’t want anything sweet. You want to be destroyed. Since he’s going to be out all day. You wanted to feel him when he left.

Taking a deep breath, you softly close your eyes. Trying to recall a moment that you were the most vulnerable to Steve? When did he feel his own need to destroy you? To own you?

Like a movie playing in your mind, you open your eyes with a grin. If you were going to be destroyed, so was he. You take a deep breath and pretend the trauma that night didn’t happen. Thinking back to when that night was sexy. To the moments of Steve struggling to look at you or your reflection. He couldn’t even figure out what the best view for him was.

Nakedly walking over to the wall, you look at him through that mirror. Biting on your lip as you lean forward. Spreading your legs and sticking out your ass, so he gets a glimpse of your weeping cunt. Feeling more empowered as he adjusts himself. His chest rumbles out a low growl, and you grab both sides of the mirror.

Leaning over it low and slow as you lay it on the floor, and you look at him over your shoulder before straddling the mirror. Shimmying your hips from side to side, and his eyes move to the reflection to stare at your spread pussy. “Do you remember, Captain? You made me watch you fuck me with your gun? Had me coming all over it while I stared at my body taking every bit of what you were giving me?”

“Dove,” he warns as you start to kneel down. Getting down on all fours before you lean forward, and his Adam’s apple bobs with just how uncomfortably hard he is. His cock out of his pants, and he fists it slowly. Beads of precum leak onto the crown of his cock and you whimper. You can already feel him pushing into you.

You are ready to drool with the way he strokes his cock. Knuckles so tense trying to replicate the feeling of your tight walls. Wagging your ass before your hand goes in between your legs, and you gently run your hand through your velvety folds. Your moans match Steve’s, and you dip even lower, using your fingers to spread yourself out, and Steve’s grip gets even tighter.

“I know what would feel better, Captain,” you coo, moving your fingers to push into your warmth. Mewling as you watch him fight the pleasure that is right here. The stairway to heaven is steps away from him, and he was denying himself the greatest high he could ever imagine. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“And what’s that?” His eyes are black pools of lust. Mouth hanging open as he watches you fuck yourself. Pulling out your fingers you spread them apart, and he gulps as strings of your arousal stick to the appendages, creating a beautiful webbing of your honey. “You’re soaked.”

“Soaked and ready to be fucked. Filled up with your cum. And I get to watch all of it. Watch how my body morphs to accommodate that big fat cock of yours. Have you ever had a pussy as tight as mine?” He shakes his head no, and you adjust yourself to have your front flat on the mirror. Face on the cold glass as you look back at him. Wiggling your ass and watch him sweat.

“It’s all yours, Captain. Whatever you want. And you know you want it. Want to fuck me so deep and hard that I feel you in my throat. Feel you for the rest of the day, and feel empty because you're not inside of me. Like what you see?”

He stands up, and lets his sweatpants drop down to the floor. His cock is angry and red as he walks over to you. Sinking to his knees, but still he stares at your needy cunt. Inspecting your hole before he spits down on your puckered hole. His warm saliva drifts down your seam before it, and possibly your slick, puddles on the mirror below you. Thick, wet, and sticky. Just the way Steve loved it.

You whine. Pushing your ass into him. Desperate and needing his touch like you need the air to survive. Rocking your body into him with so much desire that you could almost come undone like this. “Please, fuck me. Own me. Destroy me. Kill any desire for another man’s touch.”

“There will be no other man,” he grunts, railing his veiny cock into you so hard, and so deep you see stars. Nails scratching on the carpet as he impales you. Giving you no time to adjust, just raw and dirty fucking, and you go outside of your mind. The pleasured pain surges all the way to the tips of your hair.

Unadulterated euphoria that you have never felt before. This is fucking. A careless need to get off like the animals you were underneath all that humanity. Pulling out the most salacious sounds out of your mouth, and you’re a mess. He is implanting himself into the blood that courses through your veins with every hard thrust into you. Exploring parts of your body that you are sure he has never discovered.

His fingers dig into your hips with such force, but all you feel is fulfilled. He could use you. He could have you. Every last bit of you, and you would still beg for more. Searing himself into your body more than the tattoo could ever do. Choking out your sounds of ecstasy, and he goes harder. Deeper.

His eyes go between where the two of you connect and the reflection. Watching himself burrow into your body like some predator. Leaving behind a trail where his cock is rooted in your body. The vulgarity of seeing your body take him fully like that makes his balls tighten up against his body, and he spanks your ass to help him focus on going harder. Faster.

Crying out into the cabin because your belly tenses up. Heat centers into your core as your juices start spewing out onto the mirror. Filled up with Steve so much that there’s no room for anything else. Nothing but wet skin on wet skin. “You're perfect, Dovey. Perfect for me. My greedy little slut takes me like no other woman. Every inch of my cock is inside you, and every bit of my soul is owned by you.”

You clench your eyes shut as the pleasure becomes too much. Your body goes limp and pliant for him as he spears into you so hard you lose all control. His hands are the only thing keeping you upright. “You’re mine.”

“Mine.”

“And I’m yours,” one more hard and particularly deep thrusts hits you so deep that you travel to another plane of existence. A plane where Steve’s body is bare of all his markings and scars. A place where he is whole again. Your body is able to purify him. Cleansing him of all the turmoil that made him who he was. And you get the innocent man that you deserve.

The love you’ve craved to hear from him, you see it in these moments. He was different with you and for you. Nothing has ever been more clear in this plane than the fact that Steve was irrevocably in love with your bratty ass. It was going to be a hard life, but life would never be worth living without him in your life.

His hands go rigid on your hips as he blows his load deep into your belly. His hold softens as he lowers your body flat to the mirror. Letting his softening cock fall out of you, and you whine at the loss, “Shh,” he starts to pick you up, but you lift your ass up into the air. Getting back on your knees.

His eyes drift to your gaping hole, and he watches his cream dribble out of your body before drops land on the mirror, mixing with your juices below our body, “You’ve ruined me, Dove.”

“Good. We’re equal now.”

“We are,” he agrees, continuing to watch himself leave your body drop by drop. A masterpiece if he had ever seen one. “And I love it.”

“You asshole,” you snort. You didn’t even care to try and get him to say those three words anymore. You were content with him giving parts of himself that he had never given anyone else.

“I was going to say you were my best friend, though. Does that help?” It does. Steve didn’t trust easily, didn’t throw around words like best friend lightly. He meant it. And that means more to you than eight letters.

“It does. Now put me to bed, best friend.”

You are equals.

Steve walks into the club a little taller. Shoulders back as he struts in front of his people. Giving a few nods to them before he makes his way into his office. He has no intention of spending an entire day here. He left you satiated and sleepy, and he would love to get back to you.

He wants to spend less time here, and has even continued to think about what Bucky said. He is getting older, and things were getting more dangerous with Rumlow, and whatever Peggy was cooking up. Her time would come soon enough. You don’t double cross Steve Rogers and get away with it.

He is beginning to think about a future that doesn't include this business. Ways to spend the large quantities of money he had made with illegal bullshit. And none of them were without you. Houses in different locations, preferably at the beach so he can watch you walk around in next to nothing all the time. Maybe catch a glimpse of you dripping of ocean water and laying in the sun.

That is what life is about and seeing Bucky content with his choices had opened up Steve’s eyes a bit more. He’d give this one more year. The longer in the game you had the riskier things became. The more power you owned the more people wanted to steal it away from you. And now they had the perfect tool to hold over Steve’s head for ransom. You.

It became too clear to him that you were his everything. This life didn’t matter. The money didn’ mean a damn thing if he didn’t have you to spend it on. And a family. It looked good on Bucky. He’d never seen Bucky happier, and the desire he had to not just fully claim you and connect you to him forever with a legacy that was both of you hit him directly in the heart he thought had been nothing but ashes. And yet he is feeling things he thought were a fairytale.

You awoke something in him he thought he had lost years ago. Humanity. Passion. Fear. Need. A reason to not just survive but to live. All in this perfect human that he didn’t want to miss a single second with. And there is nothing that he wouldn’t do to keep you alive. Alive and living your life to its fullest potential. He needs that for you more than he needs it for him. His life and soul was burned years ago, but you were the beauty in his dark world.

A world that didn’t deserve your light, or the power you could wield with that light. You are remarkable. And you are his.

His head tilts towards his door as Sam walks in. His brows furrowed and they sit low on his face, “I need you to sit down,” Steve starts to respond, arguing about being told what to do, but in Sam’s calming and deep timbre, he tells him again, “Sit down. You need to see this, it’s about Dove.”

Without hesitation he moves to his chair that Sam points to, and he’s met with a computer screen of his home. He looks up at Sam curiously before the other man pushes play for Steve. The video is a bit distorted, but it was taken this morning. Watching your beautiful body walk into frame, and the teasing show you put on for Steve.

A part of Steve wants to smile at how amazing it is to relive this moment until he realizes this isn’t the location of his security cameras, “What. The fuck. Is this?” His fist pounds on the desk, viewing one of the most intimate moments he has ever had with you. How you made yourself completely vulnerable to him. Trying to erase the night that he branded you as his own in the most humiliating way. You retrieved that moment back this morning, and someone saw it.

“Skip to the end,” Sam answers flatly.

Steve reaches towards his keyboard, and skips towards the end where there’s a camera change. This one in your bedroom as he carries you into the bed. Laying you down and kisses all over your worn body. A moment so pure and perfect and it was stolen from him. Kissing over your heated skin until you completely fall asleep, and it pans over to the floor, and some stupid envelope. Staying on something so unimportant that it highlights the words that he utters, and Steve stands up just as the screen goes black.

A mechanical voice vibrates deep into Steve’s core and he seethes. This moment wasn’t for anyone. Not even for you and it was stolen out from under him. A threat. A fucking threat that makes him see red, and ready to light the world on fire, “You’ve been warned.”

With an angry growl, Steve grabs his computer off the desk and hurls it into the floor. Turning to stomp out of his office and back where he came from. “Steve?”

“How the fuck did you get this?”

“It was emailed to us.”

”You saw and heard fucking nothing. I will destroy whatever asshole did this. And I will start with Lark! But I need to know what my goddamn warning was. FUCK! That night Lark was there, did anybody come into the house?”

Sam stares at him a moment. He knows he should have told Steve sooner, and this wasn’t going to go well. “The footage was tampered with,” Steve bellows out a scream that is feral. His face becomes beet red and all he wants is you. “There’s about three minutes missing from the feed.”

“Shut it down.”

“Steve?”

“No one goes in or out of here until I get to Dove. All phones confiscated. I want Natasha to get eyes on Rumlow immediately. You didn’t see or hear anything!” Emphasizing the last word before storming off.

No road laws are followed as he races to get back to the cabin. His phone propped up with a clear view of you dancing around in your little shorts. He should be coming home to you with a smile, and instead it's anger and anxiety. To see you move about with so much joy pains him to know someone had put you at risk. You’re not going to understand. You couldn’t. Not with what was captured, and he wouldn’t explain it.

Slamming his car into park he stomps up the steps, and you run to greet him, “Hey, Captain,” you give him the brightest smile. Happy because you had already missed him. This morning was perfect, but then you see his face, and you frown. “Steve?”

He doesn’t say a word as his long strides carry him to the bedroom with a few steps. Walking right over to the envelope before he picks it up to rip open. Teeth clenching harder with every line before he crumples it and the contents up, and stares out into space. So many things run through his mind, and a part of him dies. The part he was finally getting back completely burns up, and the ashes start to blow away with the wind.

“Steve, what’s going on?” The sound of your voice hits deep into his soul. He had made a private vow to never see you hurt. And you sound hurt. And it would only get worse. Already hating himself, but one look at you, and the thought of anything happening to you is worse than death. He would rather feel the pain of torture than this. The thing worse than death is to ever see anything happen to you.

“Steve?”

“We need to pack your bags. We’ve gotta go,” his voice is lifeless as you switch the weight of your feet. Something was wrong. Off. It feels bad. He says your real name, and your lip starts to tremble. “Either you pack you some bags, or I will.”

“Are you packing a bag, too?” He wasn’t. But if it is what it takes for you to not crumble right now, it’s what he would do. You see the tenseness in his body, and want to scream at him. “Steve?”

He gulps, standing up to walk towards you. Cupping your cheek, he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, but it’s like he’s seeing right past you. “If you’re going to kiss me make it mean something,” Steve’s hands move to your ass, and he picks you up. Making you wrap your legs around him as he holds you so tight. Deepening the kiss, and you melt into his skin. Holding onto him like you are going to lose him.

Feeling every bit of the love he has for you through this one kiss alone. A kiss that reminds you that he is a man that acts instead of says. And what he says is often a lie. His words never match his actions. He pulls away and sets you on the ground before walking towards the closet. “It’s not safe for you here. Do you want to help me pack your things or not?”

Sighing you decide its best to help him. Even if he thinks he knows what’s best.

Sitting on the hotel bed you curiously watch Steve on the balcony. He spent more time avoiding your eyesight and smoking a joint than he did with you. Today should have been a good day. It started off magical, and ended in — this. Confused wasn’t even the word you would use. Hurt? Maybe.

It’s like playing a game of tug-o-war and you know you’re about to lose. All this pushing and pulling you and Steve have been doing this past year made you feel like you were winning, but now it’s like he is ripping the rope right out of your grasp. Something was off and you didn’t like it. The feeling just festers inside your gut and you want to lash out at him.

He hadn’t kissed you again. Hadn’t so much as been sweet to you. It was mostly this; his back pointed towards you. He was avoiding something. And that something is you or something to do with you, and you hate it. You try and take deep breaths as you glare at his beautiful broad back. You had three bags of things, he had a small duffle bag. He was not staying as long as you, and he was lying.

“Steve Rogers, you’re a goddamn coward,” he takes a long drag of his roach, and still doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t acknowledge you said anything. “You could at least tell me the truth since I walk around with your fucking mark on my fucking neck,” sure add in some colorful words and make him want to punish you.

“You’re the biggest coward I have ever met, and you still won’t look at me,” you watch, ready to take the punishment as long as he looks at you. “Look. At. Me,” your words are harsh and spit through your teeth. You need him to feel the panic that is settling in your body. Putting out his joint, he slowly turns to look you in the face and his eyes are haunted. “Look at me!”

“I am.”

“No, look at me! See me. See all of me,” you scream, pulling off your clothes. “I need you to fucking see me, and you tell me what the fuck is going on!” he twists his neck again, and a sickening pop runs down his spine. “What the fuck are you going to do about my fucking attitude and using this fucking language, huh? Fuck you, Steve Rogers. Fuck you,” adding emphasis you throw up your middle fingers, and he sprints towards you.

Picking you up and he throws your now naked onto the bed. His thick body goes in between your legs, spreading you out and with one hand he messes around with his jeans. Struggling to get them undone, so you reach up and help him. “You see how wet my fucking pussy is from pissing you the fuck off?”

“You better shut your fucking mouth, Dove,” finally. It is violent and intense, but he said the nickname you have grown to adore. Ripping off his shirt, he spits down to your hole. Steve’s hand grips onto his member before he runs it through your slick. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he grits out, soaking his cock in your wet heat.

“Then you better fucking do something about it,” he growls low. Gripping each side of your cheeks with his thumb and fingers before he slams into you. Taking your breath away and rolling your eyes into the back of your head. You pissed him off. Good. “Fuck you! Fuck you, Steve!”

There’s no care in the way he pistons into you. Fucking you like you were some random whore that he was using to get off. Cheapening whatever this bond is between the two of you. Something is off. “Fuck you,” your voice loses the edge to it. It hurts, and not in a physical way. He’s tugging harder and harder at that rope, attempting to take it away completely.

“Fuck you,” your voice now a whisper as he fucks you harder. Still not meeting your eyes. Clenching his eyes close, and it kills you. “Fuck you. I hate you.”

“Good,” you let out a strangled sob with that one word. Giving up as he rips on that rope harder. You are losing your fight, and he was removing every bit of the rope from your hands, “But I’ll make you this promise, Dove. I promise that you will feel me etched in every part of your skin. That when you fuck another man that you still feel my cock buried deep in your body. So deep you can’t escape it. Every time some man looks at you, you remember the way I made you so weak. You’ll hate the ground that those men walk on because they’ll never be me. You’ll crave my touch and the way that I stretch you out.”

The rope is pulled completely out of your hands, and you lie below him, limp and in so much emotional pain you’re numb. His motions, and his words still don’t stop. They cut so deep that tears pour down your face. “You’ll never escape. And no man will ever make you feel the way that I do. I have left my mark on you so deep that you’re forever changed. You’re not longer that girl that I made my slut.”

“I hate you,” uttered words that mean nothing to him. Hate is just as strong as love, and you despise that you feel for him so deeply during whatever the fuck this is. You want to feel nothing for Steve Rogers, and still you feel everything.

“And you, sweet Dovey, have left your mark on me, too,” he pulls himself out of you, and you let out a strangled no as he spurts his cum on your stomach. The last fragment of the rope gone from your finger tips as he comes on your stomach just like a slut, “Don’t call me. Don’t look for me. Don’t reach out to me.”

“I’m just your whore now?”

“You’re nothing. You mean nothing. There’s money for you in one of your bags, I’ve paid for your troubles. Create a new life and forget this,” still he can’t meet your eyes as he removes that rope, and out of your hand and grasp. There’s no emotion in his words. They’re so monotone, and you hate him. But you want to erase every bit of him instead. Nothing could ever hurt as worse as being made to be a paid for slut to Steve Rogers.

“You’re goddamn liar. Spoken like a true fork tongued lying bastard!”

You let out the fiercest scream you can muster, staring right at him, but he robotically dresses himself, throwing a towel over you, “Clean yourself up,” he whispers before he walks out the door and out of your life.

A coward if you have ever seen one.

And you were a goddamn fool.

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[bandgie]

okay but could you do a gamer beomgyu and fem reader trying to distract him?

a/n: I literally can, I love this prompt thank you

synopsis: Both you and Beomgyu tend to get a little competitive when playing against each other. There's nothing you won't do to make sure you win.

warnings: MDNI 18+, handjob and boobies or whatever

1.3k words

Tetris is a fun, simple game. You're given randomized shapes one at a time to fit perfectly in a line within a confined area. If you run out of space, you lose.

Beomgyu and you love playing against each other. Even if he's your adoring boyfriend, he never goes easy on you. His competitiveness gets in the way of that even being an option, but you never minded it.

You now do though, considering that he's perfectly placing the blocks in strategic positions. You always thought yourself to be above average at Tetris, but Beomgyu quickly diminishes your confidence.

Both of you are seated facing his PC monitor on separate gaming chairs. It's torture like this, you're basically forced to watch Beomgyu climb up to your highest score while doing nothing about it.

You've already begged him to take it easy on you, but he just gave you a shit eating grin instead.

Fine then, two can play at that game.

Beomgyu can see out of the corner of his eye that you're adjusting your shirt. At first, he thinks you must be getting uncomfortable from sitting for so long. Then he sees you take off your top. Okay? Maybe you're just hot and wearing a tank top underneath.

"Hey Gyu...look."

He turns to you for a brief second before going back to the screen. It takes less than a second for it to click in his brain before he does a double take.

You're completely nude from the top, breasts bare for his viewing. Hands and fingers grope at your tits, pushing them together. You even jiggle them a little for extra effect.

Beomgyu can hear the game music in the background, but it's all becoming white noise. You can see him practically salivating at the sight. Just when you think you have him, he forces his head to swivel at the PC.

"I know what you're doing," he manages to choke out. "It won't work."

He's lying. It is working, even if it's just a little bit. His fingers stutter on the arrow keys as he misplaces a block. "Fuck."

"I'm not doing anything Gyu." Yet you are. You let your thumb roll over your nipples, pulling a soft moan out of yourself. You catch your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, gently pulling on them.

"Just wanna play with myself while you're playing with that. Is that bad?"

Beomgyu's adam's apple bobs as he thickly swallows. He remains silent.

As cute as it is that he's caught between being too flustered and too focused to reply, you decide to amp it up a bit. One hand remains at your chest while the other travels down his torso. Beomgyu squeals at the contact, looking at you exploring his body before he snaps back to the monitor.

He shivers and shifts in his seat when you dip lower. Fingers finding the band of his sweat pants and quickly going underneath them.

"You said you were going to play with yourself," Beomgyu is quick to remind you.

You hum in response, feeling his growing erection through his briefs. "Wanna play with this too."

Beomgyu is hardly focusing on the game at this point. He's continuously missing his chances to place the blocks correctly. His fingers moving either too fast or too slow.

His hips move in circles when you start palming over his underwear. Your hand moves up and down in a fluid motion, even dipping far enough to cup his balls. He whines when you give them a squeeze, hair falling over his eyes from moving so much.

"You're so mean," he pouts.

You stop your movements briefly, "Should I stop then?"

"I never said that."

God, you love him. There's no ounce of retaliation when you slip Beomgyu's cock from the slit of his boxers. Though you can't see it directly, you can see the tent form in his sweatpants.

It's tempting to reach down with your other hand and play with your folds, but you would get too distracted from your real mission. You'll have to settle with playing with your tits for now. Still, you're dreaming about being on Beomgyu's lap. Humping against his groin to relieve some of the pressure growing between your legs.

The feeling of Beomgyu's cock in your hands makes a whole new rush of arousal go through you. Your nipples harden from anticipation, and you satiate them by giving a harsh pinch to your chest.

Despite having your hand down his pants and softly stroking his cock, Beomgyu is heavily concentrating on Tetris. The veins on his neck are popping out and he's letting soft moans leave his lips, but his eyes are trained on the screen.

You grip him tighter, pumping him at a faster pace. Your thumb slides over his tip to collect some of his arousal to use for lubrication. You make sure to pull his skin down with every move of your hand.

Beomgyu is never quiet when you jerk him off, and that's ever present even now. He groaning more than anything, biting his lower lip in concentration rather harshly. One of his hands is gripping the underside of his desk while the other roughly punches the arrow keys.

"After I beat your stupid fucking score, I'm gonna fuck your stupid little cunt," he threatens.

Rather than feeling intimidated, you find yourself moaning at his words. There's nothing more you want than for Beomgyu to do that, but you can't give in. Not yet.

"If you beat my score," you correct.

He laughs, though it sounds strained, "When."

You glance at the screen to see that Beomgyu's right, he's awfully close to reaching and potentially beating your score.

Now you're nervous. Your pre-cummed hand stroking him with determination. His tip is sensitive. You can tell when he hisses every time your hand engulfs it.

Both of your hands now find their way to his cock, one on top of the other. You squeeze the crown of his dick forcefully, earning a cry from him. It's tempting to make fun of the way his hips keep jerking upwards, matching your strokes. However, that's working in your favor.

Beomgyu is using your hands as a fleshlight. You're not even moving your hands at this point, just watching him rut into your palms eagerly.

"Oh good boy," you purr. "You're gonna cum all over your pants aren't you?"

That drives him over the edge. Beomgyu completely abandons his game and uses his hands to move yours. He's guiding you to his liking, uncaring for how messy it's getting inside his sweatpants. Your hands are so sticky, so warm that he's moaning at every drag of your hands.

You feel his cock twitch a few times before he cries out, his sweatpants collecting a dark patch where his crotch is.

His hot cum slides down your hands, onto his boxers. His hands fall limp by his sides, letting you coax out his high. You give Beomgyu slow, tender strokes to his cock, careful to not overstimulate him.

Once his hips start stuttering you pull your hands away. You spread the cum over your chest, slipping some fingers into your mouth to get a taste of Beomgyu.

He moans at the sight, his hand reaching for your boob to further spread his arousal on you.

"Sucks you didn't beat my score. Least you got to cum." You say, sucking off the remaining orgasm from your digits.

Rather than seeing a pouty, upset Beomgyu, he smiles wickedly at you. "Nuh-uh. Look at the score."

Your heart drops when you see the final result. Yes he was close, but you didn't think he'd actually pass you. With a score of 342,019, Beomgyu beat you by three points.

Three fucking points.

He howls with laughter, finger pointing at you mockingly. It's even worse that you're totally topless and covered in Beomgyu's cum, but that doesn't stop him from taunting you in the slightest.

He wipes a fake tear from his eye and lets out a loud Ha-ha before settling down.

"Alright babe. Lay on the bed so I can fuck that stupid little cunt."

a/n: I hope I captured beomgyu's personality right??? I know he can be a little shit and that he's super competitive.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

i cant stop thinking about slightly wet!levi like i want to press up against him and smother him and grab at his hair and - a;sldkfja;sldkfj

full credit to @luvjiro!!!! they provided the idea and a good amount of the actual writing and exposition, all i did was stitch some of it together ♡

The Short King | Modern!AU Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.8k ✧ notes ➼ modern!au, levi fluff, suggest ending, gn!reader (i think, if i made any fem references pls lmk), roommates!au, very lightly proofread because i'm currently in class lmao

Levi Ackermann was the short king of your life and single-handedly existed as your worst crush that you had experienced in a decade. Crushes were harmless, but not when they’re cohabitating with you. He never gave you the satisfaction of a proper conversation, let alone provide you with any opportunity to chat about anything more intimate. Your feelings only grew stronger the more he denied you any opportunity to interact with him. You remember him once looking at you in utter horror when you tried to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.

Thus, cohabitating with him was literally your worst nightmare. 

Being unable to handle this unresolved tension, you had elected to stay a few nights at your brothers while Levi figured out some stuff regarding your shared apartment. Choosing him as a roommate was a big mistake. Not telling your brother the true reason as to why you were not staying at your own apartment was an even bigger one.

You had not been informed about Levi spending the night at your brother’s, so you were completely caught off-guard when you found Levi Ackermann in the kitchen, completely shirtless while casually brewing his tea. You had come out in your towel after showering, so you immediately froze in place, begging in your mind that he hadn’t seen you yet.

“I want that report done and sent to the client today,” he said in an irritated tone into his phone. “If there is another fuck-up, consider yourself fired.”

Even while riled up, he was calm and cold. That—added onto his rough, morning voice—made you feel like you had literally walked into heaven.

“Shit,” Levi suddenly said, glancing over towards you, finally noticing your presence. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

He found himself startled by your statuary presence and ogling eyes. You did not know who was more shocked—you seeing him shirtless or him seeing you in a towel standing in front of him. Your mind immediately started crawling into places that you couldn’t admit to without sacrificing your dignity.

“_____?” Levi called out your name, concerned with your lack of a response.

You were completely zoned out. You had not expected to see him shirtless around the house. 

Levi Ackermann was a modest man, so much so that he rarely used his words, usually simply humming, nodding, or gesturing. You simply stood there, taking in the masterpiece that was standing before you. You stared blankly at his veiny arms—which were always shown off when he rolled up his sleeves—his unbelievably small torso supporting his beautiful, broad back, and his chest that looked like it was crafted perfectly from stonework. You had previously imagined what was underneath his clothing, but this was beyond what you had expected. As your eyes traveled further down, you were ripped out of your fantasizing when you heard him sharply call out your name.

He snapped you out of your thoughts as he grabbed his shirt and put it on, weaving the buttons of the soft fabric into the slots on the other side of the shirt to button it up, woefully interrupting the pleasant sight that essentially had you drooling. You were tempted to ask him to button it up a bit slower to let your fantasizing continue.

“Do you want some tea?” he asked.

It took you a second to respond.

“Y-Yes,” you said, slightly stuttering due to your amped up nerves. You felt your hands get cold and clammy from anxiety and frustrated thoughts ran through your head over why you were even feeling anxious. You’ve played it cool for months, but all of that composure and masking was nowhere to be found.

Your entire body felt cold, as if your blood stopped flowing. It wasn’t until you began walking and felt yourself holding the towel wrapped around you that you noticed that your shivering had nothing to do with anxiety or nervousness. You were dripping in water from head to toe, having just come out of the shower. 

It was even worse when you remembered that you were completely wrapped in a towel with no clothes on underneath.

He placed the cup towards your end of the table, his indifferent eyes traveling up to yours. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that you were standing half-naked in front of him. He hummed and sat by the table, reading the newspaper and sipping at that bitter tea.

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed at his lack of a reaction. You had seen him and immediately began fantasizing, but it seemed like he couldn’t be bothered to care. Whether you were clothed or not had no effect on him. 

Defeated, you lifted the mug and marched back towards your room.

“I’m going to get changed,” you mumbled as you shot a forced, half-hearted smile at him. “And I guess good morning to you too, Levi.”

~~~~~

When you finally came back out after lazily throwing on a loose t-shirt and shorts, you noticed that Levi was no longer in the kitchen and that the shower was running. You pulled at your shirt, having thrown it on without completely drying yourself. Your hair was still slightly wet since you completely forgot to dry it after that unexpected run-in with Levi.

By the time he came back out, you were already in the kitchen, having started the stove so that you could make yourself some scrambled eggs for breakfast. You opened the drawer to find a whisk to beat up the eggs and frowned upon seeing none. The dishes had been piling up from the past two days in the sink, untouched, and you were finally running out of utensils to use.

As if reading your mind, you heard him sigh as he turned on the faucet. You shot him a glare as he started doing the dishes. You had run to your brother’s to avoid being in the same space as him, but even that wasn’t enough to get rid of him. You had hoped he would shower and then leave, doing whatever it is that he needed to do, but that clearly was not his intention.

Your facial features softened and you watched as his short, wet hair stuck to his forehead with tiny trinkets of water falling off him into the sink, with his face completely relaxed. He stood so close to you that you could smell him. It was a mix of earthy scents, like wood, bourbon, and aftershave. Your gaze traveled to his beautiful arms, with his rolled-up sleeves revealing the protruded veins as he lathered the dish soap over the plates.

You silently wished to yourself that you were one of those plates that were being held and caressed by him.

You never thought there would come the day in which you were envious of a plate.

“Your eggs are burning,” Levi said in a low tone.

You hummed senselessly.

Seeing that you weren’t moving, Levi clicked his tongue and quickly jerked you to the side, hovering over your side as he turned the stove off.

“Tch, where is your attention at, _____?” he asked you as he frowned, looking straight into your eyes.

“I-I…” you began stuttering nervously, looking away, unable to ignore the feeling of his hand on your waist, which was still damp due to him doing the dishes. Your cheeks began to heat up due to close proximity. You couldn’t take your mind off of his hand that felt like it was stuck to your waist. You felt yourself wanting to push yourself closer against him, as your unspoken affection for each other gradually transitioned into unresolved sexual tension.

“Just be careful.”

It took you a little bit to remember that he was talking about the eggs.

You felt your heart pound harder and harder as he finally moved to step away to resume lathering the dishes that you continued to wish was your body, instead.

Fuck it.

With that thought, you grabbed at his arm, turning him around, before crashing his lips against yours. You couldn’t help but feel the sweetness of the kiss. Your hands made your way around the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you while you pushed yourself against him. Your body weight started shifting over him as he held your waist.

When you finally pulled away, you felt your blood run cold as you realized that he hadn’t moved a muscle. He didn’t move away from you but he didn’t move towards you either. You began to immediately pull away as you realized that you had overstepped, and acted based on unreciprocated feelings.

However, before you could fully detach from him, he placed one of his hands on the small of your back as he connected his lips with yours again. You quickly returned the kiss as it gradually deepened and you felt yourself actively pressing yourself up against him, trying to touch every inch of him. 

Losing himself in your embrace, he caressed you by the hem of your t-shirt. His thumbs stroked your pelvic bone, with your clothing lifting from the friction. His fingers barely brushed at your skin, making you shiver in anticipation for him to embrace you further.

A low moan escaped your lips as you parted. Heavy breaths had filled the space between you. Everything else had come to a still, with only quiet breathing and the faint beating of your hearts surrounding you.

He placed his forehead against yours as he shut his eyes to take in this moment. You had both come out of the shower relatively recently, so he couldn’t tell if his elevated body heat was due to the residual heat from the shower or if it was because you were pressed up against him.

Before long, you had pulled him back into a deep kiss, pushing against him with such force that he had to use his other hand to hold himself up against the counter. You continued twisting against him until he was fully backed up against the counter as your hands traveled from the collar of his shirt and down his torso, with your touch pausing as your hands grazed over his chest down to his abs, with your fingers grabbing at the bottom of his shirt as your hands approached his hips. 

His grip on you grew tighter and you felt yourself continue to heat up as he placed his hands on your back, following your movements, having his hands travel down your back before slightly pushing his hips forward towards you. 

He removed his lips from yours as he began planting deep and rough kisses down your neck, causing unstable, quiet moans to escape from your lips and unsteady breathing from his in between the kisses. All of the pent up energy that the both of you had harbored for weeks currently translated into the ways your bodies were moving against each other.

Needless to say, those burnt eggs were never attended to, with your attention focused on only the sight, smell, and touch of Levi Ackermann up against you.

A/N: sorry for weird ending i clearly dont specialize in anything smut-related LMAO

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[shepherds-of-haven]

which characters are cat people and which ones are dog people? (pls forgive me if this has already been asked bc tumblr’s search function is ass sjxnss)

and in a similar vein, are anyone of them early birds or night owls?

Hi there, I'd honestly be surprised if I haven't answered this before, but since I can't find it either, here goes LOL:

Blade: he likes and treats cats and dogs pretty much equally, but is slightly more likely to own a (hunting) dog if he were to ever get a pet. I wouldn't label him as either a cat person or a dog person, though; I could see a hawk being more likely for him as well!

Trouble: dog person. He does like cats and has an amicable relationship to them, but is pretty allergic to them, so typically doesn't have much contact with them

Tallys: she likes both and treats both equally, but I would call her a cat person, and she would be much more likely to own a cat than a dog

Shery: cat person if it's a choice between the two (she's a bit afraid of dogs), but given the choice, I'm guessing she would be more of a tiny adorable rodent person (of the hamster/chinchilla/rabbit variety) than either a cat or dog person

Riel: neither. animal dander is a nightmare

Chase: cat person. He's fine with dogs too but he vibes with cats better; it's never like he gets really amped up to interact with a dog like Trouble might

Red: cat person. Pretty much the same as Chase in that he likes dogs too, but cats fit more with his personality and lifestyle, and he grew up with a family cat

Ayla: she has a cordial relationship with both, and is unlikely to own either. She'd probably be a hawk/bird person over a cat or dog person!

Briony: personality-wise, I'd label her a dog person, although she actually adores both equally and gets super excited to interact with either a cat or a dog. The only problem is, cats sense her desperate need to be liked and high energy and tend to avoid/snub her, so it's doomed to be an unequal dynamic that always leaves her like 🥹 'I just want to pet you so bad...' as the cat walks away. I could sort of see her with a small dog in a modern AU, but not in Blest, if that makes any sense? I feel like she'd be more likely to have some sort of quirky weird animal companion, like a monkey or a fox or a taito or something lol

Lavinet: cat person, though I don't think she'd mind having a little toy lapdog if one was gifted to her or she was tasked with looking after one. She doesn't tend to gravitate towards most dogs she encounters, though, and prefers admiring cats from afar! Like Riel, I don't think she's much of an animal person in general, though! (Oh, JK, she's 100% already a horse person lol. Duh! 🤦🏻‍♀️)

Halek: he likes both pretty much equally! It's tempting to label him as a cat person for his lazy and chill personality, but I actually think he'd be more likely to own a dog and actually adore it, so I guess technically dog person?

Prihine: cat person

Caine: dog person, though he likes cats too, he just tends to annoy them

As for the morning bird/night owl question, it's been answered here and here! :)

[partypoisonzz]

we must never be apart (gerard way x drummer!reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 12: Hickies/Lovebites/Quickies

Era: Projekt Revolution (2007)

Reader Pronouns: None, but Reader has AFAB anatomy and there's one "Mistress" use.

Content:

- Backstage quickies againnnn

- HELLA subby Gerard

- Pegging mention

- Free use mention

- Established but secret relationship, fuck it we ball

Word Count: 2,435

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

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Gerard lets out a quiet whimper as the door closes behind you. You lean in to whisper a warning in his ear as you back him up against a wall.

"Quiet," you murmur before leaning in further, pressing a kiss to his neck. A soft albeit high-pitched sound breaks up from his throat as he relaxes underneath your touch.

You pull back, looking at him in the dim light of the venue's supply closet. He returns your gaze, swallowing hard.

You can't help but give him a sly smile. He's ruined already.

You're about to make it a whole lot worse.

"That's my good boy."

Before he can fully process the praise, your lips are pressed hard against his. He moans against your mouth, desperate. You can't resist making a comment about it when you pull away.

"So needy," you say. Then, because you always love to hear him say it: "Tell me what you want, baby."

He lets out another shaky whine before obliging you. "W-want you to keep touching me."

You giggle. "That's not very specific, is it?" You press an open-mouthed kiss to the edge of his jaw, working your way up until your lips rest just below his ear. "You could have me however you wanted," you whisper to him. "My hands... My mouth... My pussy... It's all yours."

As soon as these words pass your lips, you busy yourself with kissing him again, your mouth trailing back down his neck. He throws his head back, letting out another desperate groan.

Your eyes flick upwards, taking in the look on his face. His eyes are closed, ringed by eyeliner that has yet to be ruined by sweat, — or tears, if you had it your way. His mouth hangs open slightly, lost in the feeling of the meager touches and kisses that you're giving him. You're tempted to shove your fingers inside, make him suck and gag on them, but you figure it's best if that comes later. He still has to sing tonight, after all.

"Hurry up and tell me, baby," you urge him between kisses. "The show starts in thirty minutes. We don't have much time."

Judging by the way that Gerard is reacting to mere foreplay, you know that half an hour is more than enough time to get him off and continue going about your night. Still, there's something about the urgency that adds

another layer of thrill to the situation. The nagging notion that you shouldn't be doing this right now makes it all the more fun.

"Don't care what you do," Gerard finally manages. "Just want you to make me yours."

These words draw your attention to the insistent throbbing between your legs. Of course, knowing that you're in charge, you have to keep your composure.

"Just wanna be mine, huh?" you echo sweetly. "You wanna show everybody? Let everyone who looks at you know that you're my bitch?"

The degrading nickname elicits another pathetic whimper. "Yeah," he says. "Want them to know... Want them to see..."

You chuckle. "So they can picture how you look underneath me every night?" you ask. "You want them to hear all those dirty noises you make and wonder if that's what you sound like when I suck you off? Want them to talk about whether or not I'm the one fucking you?" You teasingly nip at his neck, inspiring a beautifully shrill cry that leaves you smiling against his skin.

"You know that they'd wonder," you go on. "The way that you bend over the amp... How you walk over to my drumset sometimes and mess with me, like you're just trying to piss me off... Everybody knows you're just begging to get fucked." You let out another laugh as you suck a hickey against a particularly tender spot on his neck. "God, I wish I had my strap. I'd fuck your brains out, right up against this wall. Ruin you before the show even starts."

These words cause him to let out a full-blown, desperate moan, leaning in to press his face against your neck. "Fuck me," he mutters.

You push him away from you, pinning him against the wall again. You give him a sly grin as your eyes rake over him, taking in his flushed face, the look of wanting in his eyes, the already-purpling marks on his neck.

He gives another shaky gulp, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Your smile fades away as you slowly shake your head. "You know, baby," you say. "I'm not sure you deserve that."

You swear that you see the hope draining from his eyes instantly. "What?" he huffs out, his voice high-pitched and whiny. "Why?"

In truth, you want nothing more than to sink down on him and ride him, quick and dirty, let him fill you up with his come before you walk onstage. Still, something tells you that teasing him before the show and spending the rest of the night getting him worked up will be much more fun in the end.

You hum, absentmindedly stroking the side of his face, — a gesture that is both condescending and affectionate enough to have Gerard melting against you. "You just haven't been as patient as you usually are," you explain. "You're usually so compliant, but tonight, you're being a bit... bratty."

He whines slightly, squirming slightly against your hold. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Was an accident, I swear. I—" He lets out a high-pitched sound of surprise as your hands travel down to his chest, pushing him up against the wall.

His eyes meet yours, pretty and coal-lined and filled with an unmistakable emotion. Fear.

You bare your teeth at him in the form of a dazzling smile. "Feeling ungrateful, are we?"

"N-no," he stammers, shaking his head back and forth pathetically.

"Hmm... I don't know." Before he can attempt to further explain himself, you lean in, giving him another deep, blistering kiss.

He kisses you back fervently, like he's afraid it's the only contact he'll have with you for the rest of the night. You're far too wet for that to be case, but that doesn't mean that you can't mess with him a little bit.

"You have two options," you tell him when he comes up for air, gasping for breath. You lean in so that your foreheads touch. As innocently domestic as the gesture may seem to others, the eye contact between the two of you is filled with white hot intensity. "Option number one: you get off from just my hand..."

One of your hands wanders down his body, landing on his belt buckle. You smile to yourself as you feel his breathing hitch.

"Or option number two..." You idly run your hand over his bulge for a moment before suddenly pulling back. "I go and fix my makeup right now, and leave you to take care of this by yourself."

"N-no," Gerard blurts out. "No, please..." You feel him shifting against you, desperately searching for just the slightest bit of friction.

You raise your eyebrows, pushing harder against his shoulders. "Behave," you caution him.

That one word is enough to make him go completely still, looking up at you with those sad doe eyes again.

You laugh softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Good boy." Without warning, your hand returns to the fly of his jeans. Though you hear his quiet gasp, you are pleased to find that he remains motionless.

"Why don't you beg pretty for me?" you ask him, pressing your hand ever-so-slightly harder against the denim.

It doesn't take him any time to comply. "Please," he whimpers.

"Please, what?" you ask, beginning to rub your hand up and down, slowly, oh-so-fucking-slowly.

"Please, Mistress," Gerard pants without missing a beat. God, he's so fucking good. "Please let me use your hand to get off."

"There we go." Your lips return to his neck as you finally reach for his zipper. You continue sucking at that sensitive place as you tug his jeans halfway down. You pull away when you realize that there are no underwear for you to discard.

"Little slut." You reach out, grabbing his ass quickly before pulling your hand away again. "What's this for, huh? Easy access?"

"Hah... Maybe..." Gerard's head falls against your shoulder again as your hand crawls ever-closer to where he needs you.

"Aww, baby, don't be shy," you gently chide. "It's alright. You can tell me. You just want me to be able to have your cock whenever I want it, right?"

He cries out as you suddenly wrap your hand around his aching cock, slowly rubbing your hand upwards. "Mmm-hmm," he hums, face buried in your skin.

You run your thumb in circles around his head, collecting precome. "Louder, sweetheart."

"Y-yeah," he manages, lifting his head slightly. "I... I do. Want it... Want you... All the fucking time..."

You give a satisfied hum. "That's because you're my whore, isn't it?" Suddenly, you begin moving your hand faster, resulting in a beautiful series of strangled moans.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." He throws his head back again, bucking his hips against your hand. "Fuck..."

You chuckle. "Bet you'd let me use you whenever I wanted, if you could." Your lips return to his neck, this time trailing the hollow of his throat. "What would you think about that, baby? If I just climbed on top of you when you were doing something else and took what I wanted?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah. I'd like that." He lets out another surprised cry as you speed up your movements even more. "Ohgod, please..."

"You just wanna be my good little whore all the time, right?" Your teeth scrape against a mark you had previously left on his neck, causing those pathetic little noises to grow even louder. "Just wanna be mine, in every single way?"

"Please," he begs. He's actually fucking your hand now, though you can't exactly bring yourself to mind. "Please, please make me yours..."

You laugh softly. "You already are mine, baby," you tell him earnestly. "And I'm all yours, too. But you want everyone else to see that, don't you?"

He nods frantically.  "Uh-huh."

You grin, nipping lightly at one of the bruises. "That's so sweet, baby," you purr. "You're so good, you know that? I'm awfully lucky."

"Th-thank you." He wraps his arms around your waist, attempting to hold you as close as he possibly can as your hand speeds up and your tongue flattens against the side of his hickey-strewn neck. "Oh, fuck..."

You simply hum against his skin, now moving your wrist at a breakneck speed.

You continue your ministrations until you feel his breathing falling out of time, his chest heaving against yours in a series of frantic gasps.

At that point, you pull back.

"Wh-what're you doing?" Gerard asks, eyes flashing with that look of panic once again.

You grin up at him as you sink to the floor. You know that getting on your knees for him sort of defies your dominance, but...

"Look at me," you order him as your hand returns to his cock.

His breath hitches as his eyes flick downwards, meeting yours.

You keep your eyes on his as you speed back up.

"That's it," you encourage him. You take note of all the signs that indicate that he's right there, ready to explode on the pull of a fucking hairpin trigger. His eyes look hazy, — clouded over, almost. His breathing comes in uneven gasps. "My good, pretty boy. You look so gorgeous, fucking my hand like this..."

Your praise causes his hips to buck harder against your hand. At this point, you aren't even sure if that's voluntary or not. "Oh... oh, please... God..."

"Feels good, huh?" You abruptly slow your movements, building up to what you think is a teasing pace as your hand moves along his shaft. "My good boy. Can't believe I get you all to myself. Can't believe that you're mine..."

Suddenly, his hips buck harder against your hand, a strangled groan breaking up from his throat. "Oh, fuck!"

You gasp as the first spurt of come spills all over your hand.

You milk him through it until he finally collapses against the wall, body twitching slightly with overstimulation.

"Mmm... Such a good boy." You bring your hand up to your mouth, eyes never leaving his as you lick the mess away from your fingers. Gerard's face manages to turn redder, even in his rosy afterglow.

You look down for a moment, only to find that your hand wasn't the only thing that had gotten messy.

"Motherfucker," you curse, regarding your now-ruined T-shirt with dismay. You rise slowly to your feet, tugging at the fabric.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do about this, Gerard?" you ask. "We go on in ten minutes. I don't have time to change..."

"Here." Gerard quickly tugs his vest off and holds it out to you. "Just wear this."

You cast a curious glance over your shoulder at him, now just wearing his plain black T-shirt. "You want me to go onstage wearing your clothes?" you ask. "Wouldn't that make people... speculate?"

He shakes his head. "Don't even care."

You can't help but smile at this declaration. "Alrighty. Singer's definitely fucking the drummer. Got it." You allow him to help you into the jacket before holding up a finger. "Now, just give me a sec..."

He regards you with a curious look as he redoes his pants. The look of confusion on his face never ceases when you remove the bandana from around your neck. "What..."

He suddenly goes silent as you wrap the bandana around his wrist, fastening it with a loose knot. "There," you say as you proudly pull away. "Everyone can see that we belong to each other now, right?"

For a moment, he just looks at you, eyes swimming with affection. Then, his hand comes to rest underneath your chin, pulling you closer to him.

You kiss him for what seems like forever, growing dizzy from the feeling after getting so fucking wet for him.

When he finally breaks away, Gerard offers you a question, so quiet you can barely hear it. "Marry me?"

You chuckle, pulling away. "Ask me again when you aren't so fucked out."

Little do you know as you step onstage that he fully intends on trying again later.

Maybe later tonight, at the hotel, he thinks as the roar of the crowd fills his ears. You turn to smile at him, your fingers brushing just slightly before the lights come up.

-

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[aziraphales-library]

Hey! First time asking. Does anyone know a fic where Crowley moves on with someone else and Azi is jealous? Or any fic with jealous Aziraphale? Thank you!

Hello. We have a #jealous aziraphale tag you'll want to take a look at. Here are more jealous Aziraphale fics, along with a couple in which Crowley is with someone else and does not remain with Aziraphale...

Muse by LadyRazzle (NR)

"There’s more to temptation than hanging round and whispering sweet nothings into delicate ears. Sometimes you have to get…stuck in." "Stuck in?" Aziraphale exclaimed.

Courting Dance by commandersmoothdog (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship is...healing. Things simply couldn't go back to how they were or how they wished they would. So they're taking things slow. While at the Farmer's Market Aziraphale learns that Crowley was unknowingly set up on a blind date the previous week. Shyness ebbs away as jealousy takes over, along with the fear of the chance of Crowley moving on from him, and he amps up the romance in their relationship. He apparently can't claim to have been subtle with his feelings before, but now they are undoubtedly present! At least he hopes they're undoubtable to Crowley.

A Tryst and A Job offer by justsimplymeagain (E)

The angel gone - Crowley was left to his own devices - and for a demon like him. That meant drinking, sleeping and trying to escape the worst century in any way possible. By any means. Or it normally would mean that if it wasn’t for two things: One - He had company to drink with. Two - He had a job offer that was more tempting than it had a right to be.

Bit On The Side by commandersmoothdog (E)

"So how's it been? Reuniting with your angel," Lucifer asked with a smirk as he took a drag from his cigarette. "I don't think that's the best pillow-talk conversation we can be having," Crowley countered. "Oh, I disagree! I love it when angels do a walk of shame out of heaven. Plus...I should keep tabs on my competition, shouldn't I?" "He's apologized. I'm slowly accepting his apology. We have lunch. And dinner. And drink." "Do you talk?" Lucifer prompted. "Mostly about nothing." "Do you fuck?" "No." "Do you want to?" "What could I do with him that you can't do better?" The smile Crowley gave Lucifer was small, and he wouldn't claim to be happy, but content is enough...given the previous years. His answer also fed into Lucifer's ego, which did the trick and Lucifer was satisfied. or Lucifer opens a London branch of Lux and puts Crowley in charge. The party is as modern, sexy, and sinful as it is in LA. It was enough of a distraction for Crowley until Aziraphale returned. Can he keep his sexual relationship with Lucifer and his romantic relationship with Aziraphale balanced?

Forget Him by DarkHedgehog, slatehertzer (E)

When Aziraphale breaks up with Crowley for the hundredth time, it's as if his whole world had shattered, but there are other people that care for him still and he's about to find out just how much. A Crowley/Lucifer positive fic

Crowley Gets A Boyfriend by swimmingfox (T)

Six months after Aziraphale left him for Heaven, Crowley is moping around London hating everything. Until he meets an unruffled mechanic who asks him out. Rebound fic! In which Crowley learns to a) like himself a little bit and b) learns what having a boyfriend is supposed to be like. But the Second Coming looms, and decisions have to be made…

- Mod D

[joohanisms]

imagine gaon, after shooting the rtw gyn episode sends the preview to his girlfriend, and she became soo needy that she asks him to come asap home because she wants to be fucked by his sweet boyfriend <//3

omg here we go i'm sorry it's so short :-(

jiseok + lowkey desperate texting 💭💫

cw: begging, brief mention of masturbation and cockwarming

he should NOT have sent you anything. he's going to be in trouble.

not because of the company; because of you.

he wishes he had recorded it somehow. he sent you a cute little greeting and the preview – when you eventually replied, he received a hi baby!! back that was quickly followed by a i need you immediately.

i'm really sorry baby i can't leave right now :(

he knows damn well what you're implying. if anyone were to be in the same room as he was, they would've seen him smirk.

still have a few hours to go

please jiseokie please please my prettiest boy

he didn't expect you to comply, if he's being honest. that's not usually your thing.

i know you don't have band practice today

come over you can practice here later

after you fuck me dumb

honey i can't just leave

as much as he'd be delighted to tend to your requests, he has to keep his mind straight.

and you don't even have an amp for me to practice properly

ofc you can

pack up and go through the doors

i have a neighbor 3 floors down that has one believe me i've heard it

he wouldn't mind borrowing it

and if he does i'll just steal it

just please. please come over

baby, i can't.

do you want the company to fire me? how will i afford your overpriced starbucks drinks then :(

i couldn't give less of a shit about starbucks rn

please just. i need you

babyyyyyyyyy stop tempting me

i'll come over when i'm done, okay?

jiseok i miss you so bad

please

i need you now, not when you're done

and then you send him a photo of yourself, from your point of view — a naked stomach, followed by cute panties and your hand sneaking under the band.

ji please

i'll have to touch myself if you don't come over rn

and i don't want to. my fingers are not big enough you know that

plus i'll be done by the time you finally show up and you won't get as much as head

fuck, okay. he's being tempted and thoroughly convinced. he starts packing up.

not even a handjob for your sweaty kickboxing boyfriend? :-(

i'm joking i'm joking

start touching yourself though. i'll be another 10 minutes

want you nice and wet for me when i get there

but not too much. you know i'm the only one that gets to have your sloppy cunt

he's calling himself an uber – the bus be damned, he doesn't have the time for that – when your next message comes through.

fuck

are you on your way???

i'll leave the door unlocked for you

pls lock it when you come in though home invasion is not sexy

m sorry i'm trying to distract myself

so close but not enough. need you

he lets you simmer on your own words until he's inside the car and can properly hide the tent in his sweatpants.

yes baby omw

hold on a little longer

gonna fuck you like you deserve

and then have you cockwarm me while i practice

you're not getting away with making me leave work

[cinemasteves]

The Assignment

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

eddie munson x female!reader

notes/warnings: none! just cuteness

not my gif

Eddie pulls away from your kisses before he loses all sense and control in his body. "As much as I'd love and i mean love to continue this sweetheart, we have an assignment to work on. C'mere I wanna show you something." He says as he gently picks you up from the couch, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom.

"I thought we weren't continuing." You smirk, seeing his face turn red as you enter the room.

He looks down at you, eyeing the reddish-purple mark he left on your neck for a moment before he spoke, "Tempted, but no, I wanted to show you my pride and joy."

As he lets you down on your feet, he strides to his wall and that's when you notice it. There on display was the infamous electric guitar he always spoke about in class, hung up as if it was priceless. He gently took it off the wall and plugged it into the amp next to his bed, motioning for you to come sit next to him.

"Wanna hear what i've been learning the last few weeks?" It's as if he's been waiting to show someone this, like a proud little kid wanting to show their parents something they just drew. You nod yes, excited to see what he's about to play for you.

As he plays the first few chords you recognize it immediately. Master of Puppets. Your face lights up with excitement as you watch him play. He is so in his element as his fingers effortlessly strum away, head unconsciously moving to the rhythm. He makes it looks so easy. You'd be lying if you said this didn't turn you on. You're so infatuated with the sight in front of you that you didn't notice him stop.

"That's all I got right now, gonna learn the whole thing eventually." He smiles confidently.

"That was amazing! Really Eddie it was. Everything about that was so sick, you're a rockstar."

He chuckles at the compliment you give as he gets up to put the guitar back on the wall, "Sort of I guess, I'm actually in a band, Corroded Coffin with some of the Hellfire guys. You should come see us play one day." His heart fluttering as he gives the verbal invitation.

As if he couldn't get any more perfect. "I'd love to!! Also, we should really eat that pizza now, it's probably cold." You giggle.

As the both of you go back into the small living room, he grabs a pen and paper off the kitchen counter and sits next to you on the couch. He begins a sweet conversation about your hobbies, life and personality and takes notes as it goes on. You find it so sweet that he's taking so much interest in you just for this silly little assignment. He is genuinely so fascinated with you, a beautiful, popular cheerleader that took the time to get to know and understand him instead of picking on him. You are an absolute angel to him. The pizza was definitely cold, but neither of you cared as you were both so infatuated by each other and the comfortable company of the moment. That and you were both still kinda high and had the munchies and would eat literally anything right now.

Throughout the afternoon you both found yourselves unconsciously falling in love with each fun fact and story you told about each other. The comfort you both felt in each others presence was different than you've both ever felt with anybody else whether in your case that be a friend and his being a romantic interest. You made it so easy for him to open up and he felt like he could gush to you about his entire life. But he didn't wanna scare you off with those stories, so he decided to save them for hopefully another day. A few hours have gone by at this point.

"I think I should get going, dinner should be ready soon at home and I wouldn't want my parents to be on my ass about missing it." You sighed, not wanting to leave just yet.

"Yeah no problem, I'll take you." He smiles as he gets up and walks towards the door.

The ride was unfortunately quick, and you were already missing him despite not even getting out of the van yet. You're caught off guard when he leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"See ya tomorrow sweetheart."

Your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you look at him blushing. "See ya."

As you got inside your house, you brought your hair to the front to cover the hickey on your neck. In the dining room, your plate was set on the table for you and you ate as fast as you could so you could get to your room and begin writing about Eddie. Your parents were confused by you scarfing down your food, but your sister was holding back a giggle, knowing exactly what was going on. You zoomed up to your room and immediately got out your notebook to figure out a good 'intro' to Eddie. The assignment was due next week, so you really shouldn't be in any rush, but you were too excited and wanted a head start.

——————

A couple of days have passed, and with each day and each english period your crush on Eddie is definitely more than solidified. He can say the same. You haven't told anybody about the little makeout sesh you had back at his trailer, except Chrissy, and she was floored. She nearly fell off the locker room bench as you were getting ready for the basketball game tonight. Her already being on edge because of her little plan to break up with Jason after the game. Part of you believed she wouldn't go through with it which is sad to say, but she was afraid of him, so it made the odds very unlikely.

"So are you still gonna go through with that plan of yours?" You ask as you tie your sneaker.

"Y-Yeah I think so. I've really had enough of him to be quite honest. If he tells my parents what he said he'd tell them, then so be it, I will deal with it." You could tell she was definitely nervous. Usually before games she was so pumped up and excited to cheer, but that spark wasn't there today.

"If you need backup, I'll be right by your side." You smile and give her a quick hug before you guys walk out the locker room to go and practice the cheer routine for a bit.

——————

"You wanna do what instead of Hellfire tonight? Is this even Eddie i'm talking to?" Mike Wheeler said angrily in response to Eddie telling the group he wants to go to the game for an...assignment.

"He just wants to see his girlfriend dance around in a short skirt." Dustin said while rolling his eyes, pissing Mike off even more.

"You're canceling for a GIRL? What the—"

"Enough, Wheeler. It's not that, well it is, but I want to....observe how she cheers. And she's not my girlfriend. Yet."

"Yeah you wanna observe alright." Dustin laughs earning a slight smack to the head from Eddie.

"We're going and that's it. Plus you guys can see Sinclair." Eddie was looking for every excuse at this point.

"You mean see him sit on the bench the entire time? Count me out I'm going home." Mike stormed out of the room cursing to himself under his breath.

——————

The crowd starts growing in the gymnasium, bleachers getting filled by the second. You look around and see the usual familiar faces, but you're immediately caught off guard when that tall, lanky figure you knew all too well strides through those big wooden double doors.

"Ohmygod." You say to yourself pretty much frozen in place.

"Y/n are you oka— oooooh I see now." Chrissy laughs as she spots Eddie and the Hellfire kids taking seats on the bottom bleachers front and center, exactly where you'll be in front of for most of the cheer routine. He spots you and sends you a sweet smile along with a wave. You giggle nervously and wave back.

It was time for the opening routine, you and the rest of the cheer squad skip into the gym clapping and doing whatever you can to amp up the crowd. Eddie watching you intensely. He loves how excited you are, causing his heart to skip as he watches you in your element. The routine starts and he's completely mesmerized by you and the way that you move. To him it feels like you are the only two people in the room. You both make eye contact and you smile and send a wink his way as you roll your hips during part of the routine. He nearly faints onto Dustin. As the routine is over, the basketball team jogs in, the crowd roaring for you all. Throughout the game all Eddie could do was focus on you. Every time you got up to cheer he was stuck in a trance. You looked so happy and that made him even happier.

The game is almost over, and Hawkins was down by two. Very unlikely when they're playing against this opponent. They suddenly put Lucas Sinclair in and he scores, winning the game for Hawkins. The crowd yelling as the team lifts him onto their shoulders celebrating the win. As everyone is moving around socializing, you immediately run over to Eddie causing his face to light up brighter than the sun on a hot summer day.

"Eddie!" you squeal hugging his frame. "I wasn't expecting you to be here!"

"Yeah, I thought it'd be good for our um...assignment, wanted to observe how you were during cheer." He smiles as he scratched the back of his neck blushing. You suddenly hear a commotion behind you, Eddie's smile dropping.

"Well what do we have here? Thought I told you to stay away from her freak. You two hookin' up or somethin'?"

Eddie opened his mouth to retaliate but you do it for him, grabbing him by the arms and bringing him down to kiss you. Several people gasping and the gym going silent seeing the beloved cheer captain locking lips with the 'freak' Eddie Munson.

Jason was absolutely speechless and enraged, nearly about to pounce at Eddie. But not before he's stopped by Chrissy yelling and running over, your kiss with Eddie breaking.

"Jason!" He turns around and is met with a cooler full of milk being poured on him.

No fucking way. She's about to do it.

"We're over." Chrissy says proudly as she throws the cooler to the side and walks out the gym.

The crowd now begins to laugh at Jason, taking the focus off of you and Eddie. He is boiling and to make matters worse, his english assignment partner Nancy Wheeler snaps a photo with her camera for the school newspaper. Both you and Eddie are hysterically laughing as you run out the school after Chrissy hand in hand, meeting her in the parking lot.

"Chrissy! I'm so proud of you!" You say letting go of Eddie's hand to engulf her in a hug.

"I was so nervous. But I couldn't let him continue you bother you guys. Eddie, I apologize for every time i've stood next to him as he said nasty things to you over the years and didn't scold him for it. I should've and I'm sorry."

"No hard feelings." He smiles giving her a friendly hug. "You guys need rides?"

"Yea please actually, I came to school with Jason this morning, would rather not have him take me home".

"My sister brought me today, so count me in too." You laugh

The three of you walk towards his van and hop in. You up front of course and Chrissy in the back. She gets dropped off first, you telling her to call your house if she needs anything. As you're on the way to your place, Eddie began to speak.

"Y'know, you looked great out there cheering." He blushes as he tries to hide his smile.

You feel all warm and fuzzy from the compliment, thinking back at the moment where you winked at him.

"Thank you, it was so much fun. It's honestly my favorite thing to do. I love going to every practice and game, I get such a boost of happiness from it."

"It shows. Happiness looks great on you sweetheart. Can't wait to see your reaction to my essay about you."

"I can't wait to see yours either." You smile, the car stopping as he pulls up in front of your house. "Tommorow will definitely be interesting, but i'm excited. Thank you for the ride."

"Thanks for the kiss." He smirks as you get out.

"There's more where that came from." You wink, giggling and going inside.

Internally, he is melting, not believing the sentence that just came out of your mouth. For the last few days you guys have hung out after your respective school activities and he's fallen hard. The flirting was pretty much normal now and you both definitely had more than enough notes to write about each other. With both of your essays being done, you two definitely hung out now just to be with one another. God he wants you so bad. He just wants to show you the gentle and sweet love that you deserve. You weren't a trophy to him, you were so much more than a pretty face and high status. You were kind, intelligent and bubbly and he adored that about you. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

You got into bed after showering and brushing your teeth, holding your pillow close to you. Oh how you wished it was Eddie. His hugs made you feel so safe and warm. All you could think about is how much you love being around him.

The next morning you woke up with extreme butterflies, excited for the day that this will be. You did your usual morning routine and went downstairs, grabbing some toast before you left the house and hopped into Chrissy's car. As you approach the school you could feel your stomach twisting in knots and your head spinning. Never in a million years did you think you'd be head over heels like this for Eddie Munson. Your legs bounced with anxiety during each class, anticipating the later part of the school day. By lunchtime it was at its worst as you realize you definitely couldn't sit at the jock table anymore with Jason being there and neither could Chrissy. As you both enter the cafeteria you could feel the piercing stares from Jason and the rest of the guys at the table, the girls just avoiding eye contact.

As you try to focus on something else, your eyes meet Eddie's and he notices something is wrong. He immediately waves the both of you over and you sigh with relief, thanking the universe for having him distract you.

"If you guys need somewhere to sit you're more than welcome to be with us, right boys?" Eddie says looking at his group.

They all nod or hum in agreement while Mike Wheeler rolls his eyes. Kid's definitely got a stick up his ass for no reason, but you choose to ignore it. Dustin nudges him to move over to make room.

"Are you sure? We don't wanna be a bother." Chrissy says nervously.

"Considering your ex boyfriend is pretty much murdering us all with his eyes right now, I think it'd be for the best."

She nods quickly and takes a seat next to Dustin, not wanting to even look at Jason. You on the other hand send him a death glare, catching him off guard and making him uncomfortable to the point where he chokes on whatever he was eating. You laugh and sit next to Chrissy with Eddie on your right at the end of the table as if he were a king. It suited him very well. As the group does small talk, you notice Eddie is silent as he focuses on Jason throughout the lunch period. As you look over you notice Jason eyeing you guys again, but this time smirking with his arm around one of the new cheer girls. Of course none of the other girls had the balls to do this, as you and Chrissy were captain and co-captain and could easily kick them off the squad if you wanted to, so made sense for him to do this with the newbie.

You decide to keep Chrissy distracted as lunch went on and finished. But Jason purposely walked by your table, arm still around this girl.

"Nice new table, freaks."

"Fuck you." you mutter.

At this point you were ready for English. Your next two classes went by excruciatingly slow and you could barely focus. As the bell rang for English, you darted out of your current class and into Mrs. O'Donnell's. You take a few deeps breaths as you enter and realize you were the first one in. As you took your seat, you rummage through your backpack and take out your assignment, rereading it over and over again making sure it was perfect. In reality you just wanted something to calm your nerves and as if the universe once again listened, Eddie walked into the room and took his seat next to you.

"Hey pretty girl, you excited." He smiles at you while taking out his essay.

"Over the moon." you giggle.

The class began to fill up and the bell rang, signaling the beginning of what is about to be a core memory for the rest of your life. Mrs. O'Donnell gets up from her desk to explain the procedure for today.

"Now ladies and gentleman, as you know, your assignments are due today and we will begin presentations momentarily. Do we have any volunteers to go first?"

The class silently looking around avoiding eye co fact with her, no one raised their hands.

"Alright then I see how this is going to go. Eddie Munson and Y/N, Y/L/N I'd like you two to go first."

Your heart sank to your stomach.

Part 5 soon <3

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[punisheddonjuan]

My IEMs gave out the other week. No great loss, I liked them quite a bit but they were $30. I mostly bought them as an experiment to see if I could tolerate wearing them, I have a bad history with earphones. A pair of Apple iPod earbuds netted me a four day stint in the hospital back in 2007 with a staph infection in both ear canals that got so bad they were nearly swollen shut (and even after I was discharged I was on IV antibiotics for a week at home). So I've been understandably squeamish about earphones since. That said, wearing heavy closed back headphones with a ten foot long cord to the grocery store is not super convenient, and I just need that sound isolation if I've got a migraine. So I bought a pair of cheap, well reviewed IEMs to dip my toes in, the 7hz Zero. I really liked them, my partner even bought a pair.

So when they died the other week I decided to upgrade a tier and bought a pair of 7hz Sonus IEMs with the small amount of Christmas money I received this year. These things are fantastic, it's honestly insane that a dual driver IEM is available under $100 (those are Canadian dollars I think they're around $60 USD). They're very good on the technical merits, and they're tuned so well that it's the first time I haven't been tempted to fiddle with the EQ right out of the box to compensate for a lacking in the sound characteristics. They've got very good bass, smooth mids, articulate treble, almost no sibilance at the frequencies you'd expect to find it (4khz to 6khz), and nice sound stage too. You don't feel "inside your head" so much with them.

They even come with a nice carrying case.

I've got them paired with a $10 USB-C headphone amp/DAC with my phone (RIP headphone jacks, I will never buy fucking wireless headphones, fuck that bullshit) and I'm streaming my music collection from my home server through PlexAmp, and it's all fantastic.

I used to carry around an expensive and heavy stand alone DAP (iBasso DX150) with all my music loaded on microSD cards and this new set-up is such an upgrade in convenience (and battery life) and is on par vis-a-vis audio quality despite being half the cost. I miss some of the features from Neutron Music Player which I was using with my DX150 (parametric EQ, stereo-to-binaural DSP) but on the other hand I'm not switching out between three or four microSD cards, my entire 5600 album collection is just available on the fly, and it's one less thing to carry.

So yeah, a strong recommendation for the 7hz Sonus for anyone looking for a very affordable, excellent sounding pair of IEMs. I guarantee that these will net you a better experience than a pair of Airpods at a third the cost.

[opportunity-strikes]

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You briefly consider asking Cooper to stay out of it, but you're not sure she's likely to listen to that request considering how amped up she seems. Her offer to be a distraction is tempting. It would pull the riders off your tail, and give you a fighting chance to make it to civilization before they caught up to you.

But then you imagine leaving Cooper behind. You realize you don't know where this adventure is going to take you, or how long it will be until you come back... if you come back. You'd never know what had happened to her. You wouldn't know if she was safe, or if you had left her to her death or capture. The mere thought of it is unbearable.

"Come with me," you say aloud before you can stop yourself.

Cooper lights up, straightening a little.

"That's a good idea. I can tail you to the edge of town, and if the hunters get close I can lure them away," she says, stroking thoughtfully at her chin with her long pointed nails... claws? You inhale, not sure if you should clarify that you meant 'leave this place with me'. You'd spent every moment up until now trying to keep Cooper safe, keep her out of this! Is it fair to ask her to come along? To leave everything behind?

You've almost decided not to correct her, but the silence has stretched on too long, and the conflict has shown too clearly on your face.

"Oh you mean...?" Cooper asks, realization dawning on her.

"You don't have to--" you start to say, but she cuts you off with a laugh.

"Shut up, love. You asked, you meant it," she seems absolutely delighted, even a little touched. "I'm coming with, meet me by the back door downstairs, I need fifteen minutes to... sort out affairs."

She leaves before you can point out how ominous that sounds, and all there is to do is go wait for her near the back door. Seconds stretch on with the agony of eternity, and fifteen minutes ages you about fifteen years before Cooper comes back into view.

She's becoming less and less human every time you see her, and you can't tell if it's just what you're seeing, or if it's something physical... or if it's a little of both.

"Coop," you start to say, but she puts a hand over your mouth and starts to drag you out the door.

"No time," she says, and there's a giddiness to her tone that worries you.

"Coop what did you--?"

"We should be running!" she says, and as the door swings shut behind you, you catch a whiff of a distinctly acrid smell that convinces you of Cooper's words. You peel Cooper's hand off your face, but keep hold of it, and dash into the torrential downpour with her. The backdoor leads into an alley with only two directions available to you. One trails behind Cooper's store and lets out into a small street. The other trails behind Cooper's home, and lets out on a broad road with little cover.

[hoekagespet]

Good luck and I hope your diet and routine works well for you~ If I may be so bold in teasing or just giving you something hot to read~?

Could you imagine training or exercising with toys or someone else in the mix? Running with your irresistible ass plugged up or a vibe in between your legs that I can turn on or amp the intensity for, making you mess up or get tired easier but then making you go again or do your routine over and when you finally do it, you nearly collapse but I catch you and praise you for doing so well, for being such a good girl and how I'm proud of you~ And I offer to help lead you into the shower room to clean off all the dirt, sweat and grime from training and exercising so~

Your arm wrapped around my neck as I help you walk into the room, one arm around your waist and the other holding onto your arm for good foundation but my hands get tempted now and then to go lower and grope and feel up your ass while you're vulnerable and so easy to use but I shake the thoughts out of my mind as I lead you inside~ But by that point I can't help it or resist and I relocate you ontop of the sink counter and my lips clash into yours before you could rebuttal~ It giving you some extra height, just enough for our faces to meet eye level as we get lost in the haze of pleasure, my hands are full on roaming now~ Cupping and pinching your nipples, teasing your chest through your sports bra and rubbing circles around your workout shorts that cling so tightly to your perfect, irresistibly thick ass that I can't wait to put some 'exercise' of my own deep inside of you but first I'll make you addicted to me, my scent clashing with yours as we're both sweaty and fresh off a workout but still getting hornier by the minute as I mark your neck with bites, leaving them with hickies before helping you take off your bra and sucking and worshipping your boobs while my other hand has slipped in between your legs, inside of your shorts and fingering your slowly but surely, soaking wet pussy, I can hear you panting and breathing heavily, your eyes half lidded as you beg for more as I tease your clit before stretching your cunt out, one finger at a time~ Before making you cum violently all over my fingers and giving you a taste before we kiss briefly again and I decide I can't wait any longer~ Helping you into the shower and turning the head before primally tugging and forcing your shorts down and grinding the tip against your entrance and fingering your tight ass with my cum covered fingers~ The water raining down on us both as I finally slam my throbbing, eager cock inside of your pussy, gripping your the back of your head and pinning you to the wall to keep you outright as I eagerly fuck and breed you like an animal in heat~

Making you whine and scream into the ceiling, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you become nearly incoherent and moaning for me to go harder, faster, deeper~ Begging to bred like a good little whore for me~ My breeding bitch~ Mine~

I can't wait to have such a steamy fun session with you darling but perhaps aside from once in a while I should limit how much I get involved...or else we wouldn't get anything done but me leaving your tummy full and your pussy leaking my seed all while I was lubing and prepping your ass for rough anal until you passed out in a heap and I'd help carry you home after all the stimulating, overwhelming pleasure~ 😈

Well that’s one way to get me excited to exercise

[usurpernt]

[ #USURPERNT. ] 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑 & SERPENT.

this is an indie & extremely private ZANT from LEGEND OF ZELDA: TWILIGHT PRINCESS. portrayal is more canon divergent, playing on dark themes. i write zant as MUCH more unhinged and delusional. there will be topics such as: obsession, madness, and forms of political repression, hunger for power, narcissism. WRITER: nelinha, 27, she/her. ** blog is slow activity, please be patient!

blog heavily affiliated with: @trireign & @lordghira ( * please note that for the most part those who are my affiliates are exclusives for me, in rare cases i make exceptions. )

TEMPT RULES AND ABOUT BELOW. carrd is a work in progress.

01. i'm going to be very picky with who i follow / follow back. i plan to only be following those that i desire to write with, if you follow me and i don't see us writing together then i'll softblock. don't take this personally, i'm a busy person irl so i prefer a clean and slow dash.

02. i don't consider myself a LOZ expert, in fact i'm really not. much of my lore knowledge doesn't extend far beyond twilight princess! so when it comes to writing with canon LOZ characters that aren't within twilight princess i may require some plotting! i'm a work in progress with any lore beyond twilight princess, i just really love zant & always have. i also write zant as neurodivergent.

03. i'm not holding back with my portrayal of zant. i'm amping up the dark themes, really expanding on his personality as well! he's delusional, absolutely consumed with madness and a hunger for power.

04. i'm 25+ so it makes me BEYOND uncomfortable when people below 18 follow me. for the sake of my comfort? i won't be following anyone under the age of 18.

05. SHIPPING? yes. WILL IT BE EASY? no. i'm very open to the idea of shipping zant, and it's possible just... not going to be easy, and will more than likely be very toxic. i don't see any "fluff" coming fron zant, and any ship with him will certainly be dark. he's emotionally a disaster, and very self absorbed in his goals and desire for power. DO NOT FORCE ME TO SHIP. i'm open to it but respect my wishes if i don't think the ship with your muses is meant to be. SHIPPING IS NOT MY GOAL HERE, I DON'T PLAN TO FOCUS ON SHIPS.

BRIEF ABOUT/INFO.

name. ZANT. sex/gender: MALE. race: TWILI. height: 7'1" alignment: REBEL EVIL. orientation: AROMANTIC & ASEXUAL.

[shammah8]

*🌍 WELCOME TROUBLE ~ PASTOR CHRIS OYAKHILOME 🌍*

📖 *_"Consider it wholly joyful, my brethren, whenever you are enveloped in or encounter trials of any sort or fall into various temptations. Be assured and understand that the trial and proving of your faith bring out endurance and steadfastness and patience" (James 1:2-4 AMP)._*

Often, we hear some Christians make statements such as *"I don't want any trouble, I just want to live a very simple life."* It's like saying, *"I just want to go to school, I don't want to take any examination"* and we all know that, that's not possible. Examination is a part and parcel of our learning process and the educational system, so also are troubles, challenges and trials of life. Brother James says we should be wholly joyful when we face challenges, but that's an impossible feat to some folks. It's all because they have not taken time to study their Bibles.

There can be no excellence without an examination, so also there can be no victories without challenges. The reason you're going through that situation is that you're more than equal to the task. In 1 Corinthians 10:13 the Bible says *_"...God is faithful [to His Word and to His compassionate nature], and He [can be trusted] not to let you be tempted and tried and assayed beyond your ability and strength of resistance and power to endure..."_* (Amp), so the problem came to you because you could handle it. There's no problem today that's without solution; every problem gravitates to its solution. So you see, the solution is with you and inside you; take up the challenge today! This is why I tell people *"Welcome trouble!"* I'm never afraid of trouble as it's always an opportunity for me to shine. I get my kicks from challenges; I like it when trouble comes.

The book of Proverbs 24:10 says, *_"If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small"_* and how true this is. You must strengthen your heart with God's Word everyday