#bc he would be fucked up after watching his best friend be possessed

[ikarakie]

mike has a panic attack.

it's sudden and it's terrifying and eddie has no idea what to do. one minute they're all yelling and laughing and just playing d&d, and the next, mike is collapsing to the floor struggling to breathe. gasping out the same two names over and over again. the panic attacks eddie's had before were never, never this bad. for a fucking awful moment he thinks he's about to watch wheeler die.

lucas stays with him, crouched by his side and talking in gentle tones. murmuring words of assurance that, while good, don't seem to reach his friend. dustin had sprinted out of the room yelling into a walkie talkie as soon as mike went down, so eddie has no fucking idea what he's up to. not that he's able to focus on much other than the kid (because, god, he's so young, what the hell has happened to him?) trying and failing to just breathe.

he tries the shit that worked for him, trying to get him to breathe in time with his counts, but it's like mike's ears are full of cotton. there's not even a hint of recognition in his eyes as either him or lucas speak.

dustin returns exactly three minutes later, trailed by the last guy eddie would've ever expected to walk through the doors of hellfire club. steve harrington zeroes in on mike like a hawk, crosses the room quickly and crouches in front of him. lucas scoots away, visibly relieved to see steve, so eddie reluctantly does the same. mike's knees are to his chest and he's heaving sobs so powerful they wrack his entire body. for about thirty infuriating seconds, steve just watches.

"oh god- oh fuck- fuck- will, will-" mike is saying, through stilted breaths. "will, el- el- i can't- they're-"

"mike." steve's voice is like honey, low and soothing in a way lucas' can't be yet. mike snaps his gaze up, finally proving his ears work. "where are you right now?"

"hawkins lab-" mike chokes, and eddie just listens, dumbfounded. "hawkins- starcourt- fuck-"

"no," steve says gently. mike stares at him, slightly less glazed. "where are you?" he asks again, a little more pointed. a few seconds pass. mike's eyes dart around the room.

"hellfire." he whispers, barely audible. steve nods, asks if he can come closer, if he can touch mike. the kid nods frantically, and then his hands are being peeled from where they were curled protectively against his chest. they're placed against steve's instead, and they spend the next few minutes breathing in tandem. harrington demonstrating and mike doing his best to follow.

his breathing eventually evens out, thank god, and the heart-wrenching sobs simmer down into quiet tears. mike all but throws himself into the embrace steve offers, tucking his head under the guy's chin and seemingly making himself as small as possible.

"it's okay, you're okay." steve promises, speaking into mike's hair as he gently rocks them back and forth. "they're okay. they're just fine, both of them. you looked after them so well, bud." he keeps whispering reassurances and sweet, kind words into the little cocoon he's crafted. mike stays curled up there for a while, making a wet patch on steve's shoulder.

then finally sounding more like himself, grumbles, "just 'cos we're hugging doesn't mean i like you." after maybe four or five minutes have passed. steve just huffs a laugh, because despite his words, mike is still clutching steve's arms as he pulls back.

"of course not." steve agrees. mike smiles as his hair is carefully ruffled. turns and reaches for dustin and lucas, who waste no time in piling themselves onto their friend. steve doesn't go far though, keeping a hand in the hair at the nape of mike's neck.

it's only then that he finally makes eye contact with eddie, who's watched the whole thing go down with a sick curiosity. because... who was this guy? this was not king steve, or the asshole, cookie-cutter jock steve harrington that eddie knew of. eddie had thought dustin's nickname for him of 'number one babysitter' had been an exaggeration; that maybe he'd watched them a grand total of three times back when he and nancy wheeler dated, and dustin had developed some fixation on him.

but... no, here he was. having brought hard ass michael wheeler down from easily the worst panic attack eddie had ever seen with the ease of someone who's done it a million times. (and wasn't that a harrowing thought?)

"you mind cutting it a bit early tonight, man?" he asks, softly, and it takes eddie a second to register that he's speaking to him. "i know you've still got, like, 20 minutes, but-"

"no, no," eddie cuts him off, kind of desperate for wheeler to get home and rest. "shit, man. that was... yeah, of course, take him." steve smiles appreciatively (an annoyingly pretty expression eddie never imagined him capable of, let alone directing at him), and turns back to the kiddie hug pile.

"hey, boys? mike?" he calls, all gentle and warm. it makes eddie's heart ache; even more so when all three turn to steve with big, shiny eyes. mike's peek out from dustin's arms. "how about we head off now, and stop at that payphone on the corner of glenview on the way home? give the byers a call in california?"

mike nods, hinging on desperate. dustin and lucas give him one more good squeeze before agreeeing themselves. steve corrals them all up, bids a fucking goodnight to the present company, (plus an extra one for eddie specfically), and shuffles them out of the room. eddie, and the rest of hellfire, are left stunned in the wake of babysitter harrington.

(when mike tries to apologise the next day, eddie absolutely refuses to accept it- and, at lucas' timid request, writes the mind flayer he'd introduced out of the campaign entirely. the next session, it's like the thing never existed.)

[moonstruckme]

I have an idea! Imagine reader and james are bestfriend, reader ask james to help her find a lingerie (bcs she want to impress a boy she like) so there he is sitting infront of the changing room and having to watch the reader change into multiple lingerie w a hard on.

Maybe then he realize that he doesn’t want anyone to see his bestf like this?

I love a possessive jamie!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: sexual implications, nothing explicit though

bestfriend!James x fem!reader ♡ 472 words

“It was fucking awful,” James laments, nursing a cup of tea and shoving biscuit after biscuit into his mouth. He’s at Remus and Sirius’ flat, after inventing some plans with his friends as an excuse to get away from you. “I had to think of my gran wearing that stuff just to be able to stand up when she was ready to leave.” 

“I still don’t understand why you agreed to go in the first place,” Remus says while Sirius tries to get his giggling under control. “Why would you help the woman you’re in love with pick out lingerie for another guy?”

“I’m not in love with her!” James throws up his hands, sick of having this same argument every time you come up. “I mean, I do love her—she’s my best friend. But I mean, you could put me in front of any attractive girl when she’s wearing something like that, and I’m bound to have some thoughts. It didn’t matter that it was her, specifically. It was…it was boobs. It’s boobs’ fault.” 

Sirius cackles, and James lobs a biscuit at him. 

“I’d like to see you try to keep yourself under control in that situation, Pads. It’s biology, I couldn’t help it!” 

“Oh, I know the feeling.” Sirius grins, reclining back against Remus’ chest. “Seems like exactly how I felt when I found out Moony here had made out with half of Gryffindor.” 

Remus rolls his eyes, as sick of this joke as James is of the ones about you. Still, he wraps a hand around Sirius’ thigh in solidarity. 

“It’s different,” James grumbles. “That was…well, that was you two.” 

“He makes a good point,” Remus says, and Sirius tilts his head back to beam up at his boyfriend proudly. “We both know what it feels like to think you love someone as a friend when it’s really something more.” 

James glowers. “She was in a black. Lacy. Set. I am not made of stone!” 

Remus only hums, sipping at his tea. “If it was your gran, you wouldn’t think the same.” 

James shudders. “Why would you remind me of that?”

“So what’s next?” Sirius asks, raising a brow. “Do you want us to go sabotage her date with this bloke? Or better yet, lock her in her house so she can’t meet up with him at all?”

“I’m glad you’re on board,” James says, recovering from his disgust and beginning to look rather satisfied as he munches on another biscuit. “I’m thinking we hex him to be horrifically ugly. She won’t think of showing him her little outfit if he shows up and he’s got a face made entirely of warts.”

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. With a sigh, Remus begins stroking his hand up and down his boyfriend’s thigh consolingly. 

“He’ll get it eventually,” he says.

[koqabear]

(Un)Professional

♫: te pongo mal, Kali Uchis

“When Soobin struck up the proposition to be friends with benefits, he did it under the guise of remaining single and focusing on his music, adamant on keeping things “professional”— god forbid anyone else tries to get with you though, because maybe he didn’t really mean it when he told you no strings attached.”

Soobin x fem!reader

Genre: fwb to ???, pwp, kinda angst, smut, rockstar!au

Word count: 4.5K

warnings: soobin is actually kinda mean and toxic but they have their little redemption arc idk TT… barely edited sorry

smut warnings: mean/hard dom! soobin, sub!mc, mc is kinda bratty, so also brat tamer soobin hehe, rough sex, unprotected sex, pet names, (pretty, baby, etc.) possessiveness, jealousy, degrading, thigh riding, dry humping, breast play, edging, marking, biting, oral (f. rec.), fingering, dacryphilia, hair pulling, dumbification, creampie (lmk if i should add anything!)

Notes: this is a mini series that was made simply because i am an indecisive loser. don’t ask why i was listening to reggaeton for a rockstar au, it just happened 😭 also i wrote all these parts after midnight bc that’s the only time i was able to write i guess— in other words… don’t expect too much from this. 

Soobin doesn’t do relationships. 

There’s no room for something as fragile as that in his life, at least not when he’s traveling to a new state every day for his tours— the last thing Soobin would ever do is fuck up what he already has just for something as fickle as love. 

However, he is a man with needs— needs that are gladly fulfilled by you, his pretty best friend that always travels with them. 

He’s known you long enough to have struck up this arrangement confidently; knowing there would be no strings attached, not able to form any feelings for someone he’s been content being just friends with for— well, forever. 

So this— his pounding heart, his brows that furrow together with frustration, his hands that grip his microphone a little tighter— is definitely new. 

There is no logical reason as to why he should be feeling like this; there’s no logical explanation as to why it’s been such an eyesore to watch Yeonjun interact with you the whole night, watching the way the man not so subtly sends winks and coy smiles in your direction, Soobin’s lips being bitten at as he watches the way you merely smile cutely in response. 

You don’t even act this way with him; every time you’ve come to their shows, you’ve always made it a point to act normal whenever Soobin comes around— just enough excitement to make you seem like a fan, but not enough to make it seem like you know him— you’ve learned this the hard way.

“Tone it down a bit next time, yeah?” Soobin told you once, as you laid in his hotel bed and surfed through the tv channels with droopy eyes, “If we’re gonna keep doing this, we should be professional about it.”

His words garnered a massive roll of your eyes— what the fuck did he even mean by that? It’s a concert, of course you had to seem excited— but it seems as though you took his comment to heart, watching the way your excitement dies down the moment Soobin approaches your side. 

No one’s watching you— no one cares about what faces you make or what you say when Soobin stands before you, but the thought of him telling you to keep it professional pisses you off so much that you decide to show him just how good of an actress you are; the difference of reactions is almost incredible, and you take in the way Soobin’s eyes narrow at the sight of you. 

There’s no reason he should get mad— after all, there’s nothing between you. 

Agreeing to this was a stupid idea. What kind of a self-destructive freak agrees to be friends with benefits with someone they had feelings for? A self-destructive freak like you apparently, because as you watch Soobin leave with one last glance at you, you can’t help but wish that he was just a bit mad. 

The two of you distract yourselves in your own ways; Soobin tries not to visit your section for the rest of the night, and you try to get the attention of the rest of the members in response— and the boys, surprised to see your excited attitude when they come around, are more than happy to oblige— and if the fans noticed that Soobin seemed to be in a bad mood for part of the show, well, that’s on him.

You feel a bit more tired than usual by the time the concert ends— you’re not sure why, but you find yourself trudging backstage because of that; maybe you should just go to the hotel instead of congratulating the boys for their show like you usually do. 

“Oh, hey ___!” Yeonjun spots you before you can turn on your heels and exit; you’re immediately putting on a bright smile as the said man throws an arm around you, still in his encore outfit as he drags you along the halls and undoubtedly to where the rest of the members are, “What’d you think of the concert? It was good huh?”

“As always,” you smile, nudging Yeonjun softly as he clearly waits for you to continue, “You were great out there, your energy was insane.”

“Why thank you,” he purrs, leaning in and watching as you scoff at him playfully, “Watching you enjoy yourself practically gave me all the energy I needed.”

You don’t find yourself surprised by his comment; Yeonjun is always like this, his flirty and suggestive behavior nothing out of the ordinary as you simply scold him to get out of your face— you’re so caught up in bickering with the man that you don’t notice the heated stare of another, brows twitching at the way you laugh and play along with Yeonjun.

After a moment though, you feel it— your head is turning before you can really process it, and you’re meeting eyes with Soobin, who looks… well, pissed off.

Before you can get a good look at his face, he’s standing abruptly; taking long strides to where you are, your heart beginning to pound at the sight of him slowing to a stop next to you. 

“Meet me outside.” His voice is gruff and on edge as he whispers the words lowly to you, walking off without another word as you simply turn to watch— because of course he wouldn’t try to get Yeonjun off you or outwardly ask for your attention, choosing instead to relay you a quiet message before he’s off, regardless of the way everyone sends him a confused look as they watch him leave. 

“He looks mad,” Yeonjun hums, watching as you shrug his arm off gently, “Gonna try to talk to him?”

You sigh, hoping he doesn’t see the way your hands grab at the hem of your shirt anxiously. 

“Yeah,” you say, then you’re off, barely able to turn the corner once you’ve exited before you’re harshly pulled by none other than Soobin.

“Ow— what the fuck—!” Soobin’s hold on your wrist is bruising as he pushes you into the room next door, a changing room that’s not meant to hold multiple people as he simply locks the door behind him and pushes you against the wall; he doesn’t bother to turn on the lights as he approaches you— the light that comes through the frosted window on the door becomes the only thing that allows you to see Soobin’s frustrated expression. 

“Had fun flirting with the others?” He asks, his lips so close that you’re able to feel the puff of his breath as he huffs in frustration— the room is so small as you press yourself against the wall, feeling as though Soobin is filling your senses and making you dizzy, “Was that your little way to try and get my attention? Because it fucking worked, you poor little thing.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” you hiss, pressing a hand against Soobin’s chest as you feel him try to swoop in to kiss you, his hands already sliding under the hem of your shirt to trace shapes along your skin, “I’m friends with the others too, you know.”

“Have you always been this friendly with them? Hmm?” he asks, slotting a knee between your legs as you’re left to look up at him speechlessly, “What, gonna try to fuck them next?” 

“Dude, what’s your fucking problem!” you hiss, punctuating your words with a punch to his chest as you glare at him, not lost upon the fact that his thigh is pressed firmly against your cunt, your skirt fanning along his leg and hiding the way he’s flexing and pushing it against you.

“And if I wanted to, then what?” you ask, pretending as though you haven’t given in to the way Soobin’s hands are guiding your hips, making you grind against him as he feels the way you become wet by his actions, “What’ll you do, get jealous? Try to stop me? That wouldn’t be very professional of you— I might as well ask Yeonjun if he’s free after this.”

“Don’t get fucking smart with me,” He says, a hand coming up to grab your cheeks and tilt your head toward him, “I’m not letting any other bitch get with you, touching what’s mine.”

It’s just his arrogance and possessiveness talking again— at least that’s what you tell yourself, failing to hold back your weak whimper as you roll your hips against him, feeling him press against your hip and rut his hard cock against you slowly. 

“I’m not fucking yours,” you grit out, your words muffled as you try to speak through the hold that Soobin still has on you, “The only reason why we’re still friends is so you can get a good fuck, don’t lie—”

Soobin is kissing you before you can finish your sentence— if he wasn’t angry before, he definitely was now, his teeth clashing against yours as he kisses you roughly and without control, a mess of spit as he bites down on your lip, drinking in your pained moan before he’s slipping his tongue in to get a taste.

He’s noticed the way your hips have begun to move erratically; your hands are gripping tightly at his shirt, probably stretching it out as you continue to moan into his mouth, a hand guiding your movements as he flexes and presses his thigh firmer against you, his free hand letting go of your face to slip under your shirt and get access to your breasts as he begins to roll and pinch your nipples between his fingers. 

“Do you like it when I treat you like this?” he asks breathlessly, finally pulling away to watch the way a string of saliva continues to connect you— the sight is filthy and has your brows furrowing as you bite your swollen lips in hopes to muffle your sounds, “Like you’re nothing more than a fucktoy for me to use after my shows? A good little thing to take my stress out on?”

The pleasure is beginning to build up— there’s a tight knot in your stomach, making your brain go foggy as you feel the way your clit rubs against Soobin’s thigh every time you angle your hips a certain way, feeling as you soak your panties and his sweats the longer you rut against him.

Soobin simply watches you with a small smile; his eyes are lidded as he leans back, eyes glued to the way you roll your hips against him, weak whines becoming louder and more frantic as you begin to pull at his shirt with wide, teary eyes. 

But before you can finally cum, he pulls away. You’re whining softly at the loss, hitting his chest petulantly as you curse at him under your breath— before you can land another hit, he grabs your wrists, freezing you entirely as he sends you a sly look, leaning in so he can whisper in your ear.

“You’ll let me fuck you, right? You can always go to someone else if you need to cum,” he says, waiting for your response as he begins to kiss and suck at the spot just under your ear, knowing how sensitive you are as he feels the way you attempt to curl into yourself.

“Fuck you,” you whine out, attempting to shake his hold off you, only to fail— he simply laughs softly, sinking his teeth into the marked flesh as he listens to the yelp you let out. 

“I’m trying,” he huffs out, finally pulling away as he sends you a childish grin, “Now be good and turn around for me, okay sweet thing?”

The nickname catches you so off guard that you don’t protest the way Soobin turns you around without another word, your cheek pressed against the wall and your hands held behind your back as you continue to curse at him quietly— and judging by the way Soobin simply laughs softly, he’s definitely enjoying himself, shameless as ever as you listen to the sounds of shifting behind you.

You hope he doesn’t notice the way your breath hitches as you feel him push your panties aside, his tip brushing against your entrance— swiping at your leaking slit to gather your wetness, clearly teasing you as he takes in the way you try to push back against him, letting out a soft please as you feel his tip sink into you slightly, feeling the way you stretch around him before he’s pulling back out.

“Please? Why are you begging for me, baby?” he asks, slowly beginning to push in as he watches you rest your forehead against the wall, letting out a shaky sigh at the stretch, “I’m not here for you— you can go to another one of your toys if you’re looking for someone to worship you.”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything as you feel him bottom out inside you— no matter how many times you find yourself in this situation, you can never get used to it, the size of him enough to have your eyes rolling back as you feel his tip prod at your cervix, hips flush against your ass as he begins to grind softly into you. 

It’s not enough— not for you, and certainly not for him, though he refuses to give you the pleasure of fucking you stupid so soon as he watches instead the way you begin to squirm, wanting more as you hang your head and try to fuck yourself against him— all attempts are quickly stopped as Soobin uses a hand to still your movement, firm on your waist and forcing you back against the wall as the other continues to bind your hands, pressing your fists against the small of your back and watching with a sly smile as you begin to arch in response. 

“Why are you so quiet?” he asks softly, leaning in to trail kisses along your neck, continuing his slow and agonizing pace, “Usually you’re so loud I have to keep a hand on your mouth.”

You refuse to give into him— refuse to let him hear what he wants, ignoring the ache between your legs and the fire in your stomach that just begs to be put out— but the way you’re leaking around Soobin’s length and clenching around him is giving you away, and it’s enough to have you turning away from him in hopes that he won’t be able to read your expression. 

This proves to be harder than you expected; Soobin’s hand has let go of your waist in favor to play with your clit, nimble fingers circling and pinching the bud as he begins to thrust shallowly, listening to the way you try to swallow your sounds and keep your eyes shut at the feeling— it isn’t long before he’s building you up again, taking in the way your legs shake and you begin to push back against him subconsciously, giving away just how needy you are as your fists tighten. 

You’re close, so fucking close, maybe if you stay quiet Soobin won’t notice— but, for a man who insists you two aren’t anything, he’s eerily aware of the way your body gets when you’re about to cum— meaning, all his movement immediately stops the moment you’re about to tumble over the edge, bottoming out inside you and laughing mockingly as he listens to the broken sound you let out. 

“Fuck, I’m so tired from today’s show,” Soobin groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder, beginning his slow, shallow thrusts again after a moment, “You don’t mind if I take it slow tonight, do you?”

You say nothing— you have yet to say anything that would irritate or please Soobin, and that in itself is enough to egg him on— because even if you refuse to talk, the way your body trembles from his touch and you bite your lips to suppress sounds is enough to tell him all he needs to know. 

The way you clench around Soobin when he begins to play with your clit almost has him cumming— he has to concentrate on not doing so as he takes in the weak whine you let out, your previous orgasms being built up once more as you let out a shaky sigh, listening to the wet sounds that come from the way Soobin fucks you. 

You’re trying so hard to remain neutral as he winds you up— but god, he knows you like the back of his hand, his hips rutting and rolling into you as he does everything to make you go insane, already feeling your high creep up on your from how up-tight your body is. 

“Feels good?” He asks, using your hands as leverage as he pulls you back into him for a particularly harsh thrust— the suddenness of it has you moaning loudly, your lips immediately pressing together as you feel your face grow hot— Soobin’s cocky laugh is both annoying and hot and you hate yourself for feeling that way. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything,” he grins, picking up his pace as he watches the way you begin to break, weak moans and whines leaving you from how harshly he thrusts his cock into you, “I’ll do all the work, just stand there and look pretty, okay?”

You can feel your high approaching— it’s intense and fast, and you’re barely able to process the way your mouth falls open as you begin to chase the feeling, ready to fall over the edge and cream all over Soobin’s cock when—-

Like an absolute jerk, he pulls out. 

“You know what?” he says, talking more to himself than anything as he turns you back around and tucks himself back in, your back colliding with the wall behind you as your breath hitches, watching as he falls to his knees and sends you an innocent look, “I haven’t tasted you in so long, baby— fuck, I can’t help myself, I’ll be quick.”

Soobin is never like this— you’ve only ever experienced quickies backstage, so to say that you’re surprised to see the man dragging things out here is an understatement, letting out a shaky sigh as he throws your leg over his shoulder and scoots closer to you, burying himself under your skirt without hesitation. 

You’re practically dripping on the floor— it’s even worse when his fingers begin to prod at your entrance, feeling the way your walls clench wildly at the feeling and your hips thrust toward the sensation; Soobin’s tongue licks at your clit teasingly, taking his time to trace circles around it as he finally sinks his fingers inside you, curling them and pressing against all your sensitive spots as he takes in the way you squirm above him. 

Soobin’s face is practically suffocated by your cunt— you’re not sure how long he does this for, but he proceeds to bring you close to orgasm only to pull away a few more times, listening to the way you begin to cry and plead a bit more with each one. 

At some point— your fifth ruined orgasm, you think you’ve lost count— you find yourself pulling at his hair and begging, the words stuttered out through hiccups as you feel hot tears stream down your cheeks, pleading Soobin to let you cum as you grind your pussy along his face, feeling his tongue dip to your entrance before he’s back to teasing your clit, laughing softly at the sound before he finally emerges from under your skirt— his face is shiny and flushed as he looks up at you, sending you a grin that only has you pouting even more. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, feigning concern as he begins to run his hands along your thighs, waiting patiently for you to respond as he begins trailing kisses up your legs, hearing your soft sniffles as he reaches your inner thighs, “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

“Soobin,” you whine, shutting your eyes as you feel his swollen lips leave opened-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, already soaked with your arousal as he licks it up, only to begin biting and sucking at the area leisurely, “Soobin please—please let me cum, wanna cum so bad, please.”

The sound of your begging is welcomed to his ears— he looks up at you through his lashes, sparkling eyes a stark contrast to the filthy way he continues to mark your thighs, ignoring your soft whines that others will see them, please binnie…

“Others will see them?” he repeats, clenching his jaw at the way you nod frantically, a clear concern in your eyes— slowly, he stands, hooking your leg over his waist as he presses himself against you, hissing softly at the way you immediately soak through his sweats, “So what? Let them see. That way they know what happens when we’re alone.”

“But… we shouldn’t— you said we need to keep this hidden…” His words are nothing but confusing— you’re sure it reads on your face, because Soobin is aligning his cock with your entrance once more, chuckling softly at your expression before he shakes his head in exasperation.

“Did I? Well, I don’t wanna hide it anymore,” he says, eyes lidded and filled with need as he sinks himself slowly into you; your eyes are threatening to flutter shut at the sensation, only to be stopped at the feeling of Soobin cupping your chin, telling you softly look at me. before he finally bottoms out.

“Want everyone to know you’re mine,” he says, and you’re more than ready to respond with another mean comment before he continues, “And that I’m all yours. Don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

“W…what—?” your words are being cut short by the feeling of him fucking into you again, a hand coming up to grab his shoulder and your leg pulling him in closer in fear of having your orgasm ruined again— Soobin simply huffs, his hands going to hold onto your hips to fuck into you better, indulging in your fucked out face and dazed eyes as he smiles softly; slowly, he’s leaning in, lips brushing against yours as he speaks. 

“‘m so fucking stupid for starting all this,” he laughs softly, holding back a moan at the way you clench around him, your nails digging into your shoulder slightly, “Told myself I’d never catch any feelings like this— fuck, look at me now…”

“Just wanna keep you for myself— maybe I’m being selfish but… fuck,” you think you’re getting the gist of what he means— your free hand comes up to tangle itself in his hair as you close the gap between the two of you, hoping that you’re not misinterpreting his words as you feel him fuck you faster, setting a rhythm that has your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open, so wound up from tonight that you think your legs might give out any moment now. 

“Soobin,” you whine out, pulling at his hair and shirt as you begin bucking your hips at him, trying to fuck yourself on his cock as you whine, “Please let me cum— please please please, need it so bad, just wanna cum, please?”

The way you’re whining and begging is more than enough to Soobin; he’s gripping your hips and fucking you harder, eyes widening slightly at the way your sounds increase in volume, too fucked dumb to even realize.

“Shit,” Soobin grits out, planting his hand on your mouth and telling you to quiet down, “You were really holding back, huh? There’s my girl, all loud and pretty for me.”

He’s cooing softly at the way tears well up in your eyes and spill promptly after; running over his skin, biting at his lip to suppress sounds of his own as he feels the way you become impossibly tight around him.

“You gonna cum? Pretty doll just wants to cream my cock, finally had enough of me using you, right?” The way you’re nodding mindlessly only spurs Soobin on, insanely turned on by the way you’ve become fucked stupid, “Come on baby, show me how good you feel, been waiting patiently to cum, such a perfect doll.”

He’s cooing softly and talking you through your orgasm— you don’t even realize that your legs have given out, and Soobin’s hands are flying to support you as he holds you up, pressing himself fully against you and grinding his hips into you as your head falls on his shoulder; your sounds are muffled by the fabric of his hoodie as you bury your head further into him, pressed entirely against the wall and left to Soobin’s mercy as you allow him to continue rutting into you slowly.

“Binnie,” you whine out, right next to his ears as you begin to speak quietly to him, “Want you to cum inside, fill me up please? Never wanted any other guys but you, just wanna feel you cum inside, please…”

Your soft pleas set Soobin off immediately— his hips are bucking into you so roughly that your body is jolting with every thrust, his head burying itself in your neck as he lets out a soft groan— you then feel the way he fills you up, warm cum staying inside from the way he continues to fuck you well after he’s calmed down, his shuddering breaths on your skin enough to know that how sensitive he is.

For a moment, you just stay there; pressed against the wall as Soobin slowly pulls his cock out of you, feeling the way his release begins to drip out from how much he filled you— your chest is heaving against his as you attempt to catch your breath, legs still weak as you take advantage of Soobin’s strength to help hold you up. 

Soobin’s arms wrap around your waist; he’s pulling you in even closer, your bodies melting together as he nuzzles his head into your neck, inhaling slowly as your own hesitant hands come up to embrace Soobin.

“Sorry I was so horrible to you,” he says, littering kisses on the exposed skin of your neck before he continues, “But I did mean that whole thing about catching feelings— the timing’s horrible, I know— but….”

You hum softly, as though lost in thought, “How long have you felt like this?”

“I… this whole time,” he admits, his face growing hotter at the confession, “I was just in denial half the time we did this whole thing— god, why do you think I suggested it in the first place…?”

You hold back a laugh— Soobin however, is nervous at your lack of reaction, pulling away from his hiding place to analyze your expression.

“I’m sorry. Is this weird? I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I’m really sorry if you felt uncomfortable with anything I did today, I seriously don’t know what I was thinking—“

You’re cutting him off with a kiss— but it’s gentle this time, and you really take a moment to feel his soft lips as you feel him smile against you, his cheeks warm under your touch as you finally pull away. 

“Soobin,” you say softly, smiling fondly at the way he lets out a soft hmm? in response, “I feel the same. But yeah, you were a fucking jerk with me.”

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, cupping your face as he sports the look of a kicked puppy, eyes filled with nothing but guilt, “I’m sorry, I seriously never meant to go that far, I should’ve just asked you out like a normal person instead of being so mean.”

“I don’t know,” you say, pouting softly as his eyes widen softly, seemingly afraid of what you might say; you simply peck at his lips chastely, unable to hold back your laugh at his expression, “I kinda liked it.”

Your words are horribly confusing to Soobin— but hey, at least he knows how you feel. 

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗫 𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — in which you and steve have a secret pornhub channel. 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. pornography. all the smut; unprotected sex, size kink, cum kink, dirty talk, praise kink, little bit of degradation, exhibitionism.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BUZZING with excitement and nervousness as you sat patiently on your and Steve’s shared bed. 

Clad in only his crisp button up shirt, you watched him expertly arrange your film setup. The two of you had been planning this for months. It all started off as a fantasy. A kink that the two of you shared but knew you could not act on due to the circumstances of your jobs as Avengers. You had a standard to uphold and enemies lurking in every corner looking for the smallest speck of dirt on you to use as leverage. A sex tape wouldn’t exactly help your cause. 

But one night, you and Steve revisited the topic and came up with a game plan. 

Steve took one of Tony’s cameras. The billionaire techy wouldn’t notice one of his many possessions missing. Plus, its hard drive was impenetrable. There was no possible way anyone was going to get into it besides you two. Steve also managed to get a custom built Stark computer. Tony was thrilled his longtime friend was finally integrating himself into modern technology outside of work. When Steve asked him for brand recommendations, the Stark heir scoffed and without another word, began building the next piece of your plan. Just like everything Stark owned and made, your computer was the best of the best in terms of security. The Avengers’ wi-fi wasn’t exactly hackable either.

Once the logistics were worked out, you and Steve came up with some rules. You were only allowed to film at your residence on the Avengers Compound. This way there would be nothing identifiable in the background that could easily link people to your brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously, your faces would not be showing. After pulling an all-nighter, the two of you managed to program Tony’s camera so that it automatically cropped your faces out of frame. Lastly – another obvious given – you would only go by aliases. 

Nomad and Lilac.

They were simple and inconspicuous. Lilacs were your favorite flower. After the accords, Steve was a fugitive living the life of a nomad.  

Once the camera was rolling, Steve turned to you with a ravenous expression. 

“You ready, Lilac?” 

You watched yourself getting bent in half and split open by Steve’s cock on the computer screen. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of your cunt blasted from the speakers. You sat perched on Steve’s lap, the two of you scrolling through the thousands of comments left on the first video posted on your channel. Thousands. 

“Is this what Peter refers to as ‘breaking the internet?” Steve breathed, eyes wide with shock. “About a thousand people in less than 10 hours watched us fuck.” 

“For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing to say.” You stuttered, shaking your head in disbelief. 

The comment section was flooded with praise. 

user1: look at that pretty little cunt

user2: she takes it like a champ

user3: that man is built like a god AND fucks like one too

user4: he’s basically breaking her and half and she’s just like 🥺 that’s love

user5: BRO IS SHE STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THAT JFC

user6: he has the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen no homo

user7: kinda want them to top me??????

user8: i had to replay this video like 20 times bc i couldn’t decide who to look at that’s bi culture

user9: if my wife cheated on me with him i’d be jealous…of her

user10: this channel is going to be my new addiction i can feel it

It was amusing truly. Everyone was witnessing goody two shoes Steve Rogers, the golden boy, do things to one of the most loved Avengers in the world that would make the devil himself sweat bullets and didn’t even know it. You, always sitting pretty and prim without a single hair out of place, were splayed out and covered in spit and cum. A sight for the world to see, but only for the man you loved to know firsthand. 

Steve’s embrace tightened as the video continued to play. His lips trailed your neck, covering every inch of exposed skin in kisses and love bites. He suckled the spot directly below your ear, prompting your eyes to slowly shut and your body to go lax against his. He slithered one hand up your body, gripping your face firmly and slipping his thumb in between your parted lips. Watching yourselves on screen was doing a number on him. He knew it would, hence why he went through with the channel with you, but actually seeing the fruit of his deepest fantasies was something else entirely.

“You like when strangers watch me fuck you?” Steve purred in your ear. 

You nodded with a low whine, wrapping your hand around his wrist. Just like that, he had your entire body under his spell. Your back arched slightly, your bottom now flush against his groin. A growl so deep you felt the vibrations from his chest against your back rumbled from your lover. 

“I would have never imagined myself doing something like this,” Steve confessed. “You make me fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart.”

No one would know. It was your dirty little secret. 

AS TIME PASSED, you and Steve’s channel unexpectedly blew up. Lilac and The Nomad became an adult channel that seemingly everyone was talking about. Twitter and Reddit pages dedicated to reposting your content were being made left and right. Your messages were blowing – no pun intended – up with requests from viewers, some even asking for private shows in exchange for unreasonable sums of money. Every now and then, a couple of overzealous users would ask for in-person meet ups. Obviously, you and Steve paid the latter no mind. It was the praise and the thrill of sneaking around that the two of you chased after. It became addicting. The two of you simply could not stop.

That’s how you found yourself in your current circumstance.

Since recovering post-blip, Tony had insisted upon family nights at least once a week. Said night consisted of having dinner together and following it up with a movie marathon. They were nights of wholesomeness, which is why the feeling of Steve’s rough hands creeping past the band of your cotton shorts felt deliciously lude. With your back against his chest, his arms wound around your front, a blanket covering the both of you, and the rest of the Avengers’ attention focused on the screen, Steve could do whatever he wanted with you and no one would notice. You gripped his forearm tightly as a thick finger dipped into your wetness before sliding over your clit. He circled it in slowly, agonizingly. Your composure began to crumble crack by crack. Each time Scott turned to everyone to deliver some stupid commentary or Wanda asked for you to pass a snack to her, a piece of your sanity chipped away. By the time your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead with sweat and your limbs felt nonexistent, Steve’s hand retreated.

He brought his plump lips to your ear discreetly.

“Get the camera, go to the guest bathroom, and wait for me.”

Like a woman possessed, you got up without hesitating and began to make your way out of the family living room.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. America? Sit down,” Tony snarked.

“Period. Not feeling good.” You excused, keeping the lie short and simple so no one would ask questions.

Tony’s nose wrinkled slightly before he nodded, dismissing you with a wave of a hand. From behind you, Pepper scolded him.

“You’re going to have to get better at that. You have a daughter.”

He sighed deeply.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Once you were out of earshot, you sprinted up to your and Steve’s room to retrieve the goods, then sprinted right back down to the guest bathroom. It didn’t take long for the love of your life to meet you at your rendezvous, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with anticipation. He made quick work of locking the door behind him before scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the granite counter. You giggled quietly as he practically tore off your shorts and panties, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to slide his cock out before taking the camera from you.

“They’re gonna love this,” Steve murmured, turning the device on and hitting record.

He angled the lens towards the treasure that laid in between your legs, gripping his member with one hand and slapping your cunt with it. Its sheer weight against your already stimulated pearl made you yelp. Steve shushed you quicky, letting go of his cock and letting his hips do the work. He continued to glide in between your wet folds, his now free hand sliding up your torso to push the hem of your oversized sweatshirt up. Once your bare breast were revealed to him, it didn’t take long until he was greedily massaging them in large palm. He allowed the camera to linger for a moment before returning it to its initial angle.

“Look at that,” He remarked lowly. “Already soaked me and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.”

Sure enough, his cock was glistening with your nectar. Your mouth watered, excited to see just how gorgeous it looked on camera.

“Think you can be quiet for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips needily. Steve let you play, chuckling darkly when his head caught your entrance, and he began to push into you. All of the oxygen was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you and Steve had sex, nothing could get you used to the first intrusion of his incredibly thick cock. Your inner thighs trembled as he bottomed inside of you, teeth sinking into your pillowy bottom lip as you suppressed a sharp gasp. Slowly, he withdrew his hips before roughly slamming back into you with a long, wanton moan.

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl letting me have you like this,” Steve praised, low grunts and growls reverberating from him as he increased his pace.

Everything was too much – from the pleasure your man was making you feel, the sounds he was making, how gorgeous he looked in the throes of passion, and the need to keep quiet. You felt like a ticking timebomb that could explode at any second.

And yet, things had just gotten started.

The two of you fucked like depraved animals, pouring every ounce of energy into your mutual pleasure. You wanted to badly to reach up and press your lips against his, but for the life of you could not get your brain to work, for your body was a slave for lust. Steve, however, could sense just what you needed. He placed the camera down, making sure it had a perfect shot of you both, before gathering you in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours before devouring you’re his with his. He continued to fuck you without faltering, swallowing your whimpers and moans like a man starved.

“I fucking love you,” He huffed quietly just for you to hear, punctuating his words with vigorous thrusts. “I. Love. You. So. Much.”

“I love you,” You hummed, too cock drunk and fucked out. “’M gonna cum…so fucking hard.”

“Do it. While everyone out there worries about you because they think you don’t feel good when in reality, you’re too much of a cock slut and just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Do it.” Steve commanded, his own words shaky as he neared his release.

That was enough to push you over the edge. Unable to stop yourselves, you came with a vociferous sob, the tightening of your channel around his cock sending Steve over with an equally enthusiastic exultation. Rope after rope of cum coated your walls until eventually, it began to ooze out of you before Steve could even pull out. When he did, he had to hold himself back from ravishing you once more. The sight of your pussy, swollen from use, painted in his copious seed was one for sore eyes. He sure to get a generous amount of footage of the money shot, already anticipating the audience’s reactions before switching the camera off. You both recovered slumped in each other’s arms, the hulking blond’s face nuzzled sweetly against your bosom until you both deemed it appropriate to leave.

“I can’t go back out there.” You groaned, your head filling with every embarrassing scenario possible.

Steve chortled endearingly, carefully pulling your panties back up and the hem of your sweatshirt back down and over your bum. Putting your shorts back on was not even in question, you were far too sensitive for that.

“I got you, sugar,” He cooed, wrapping one arm under your bottom and scooping you into his embrace once more. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, dozing off as he walked the two of you to your room.

“Go ahead and upload. I’ll tell them that you don’t feel good and needed a nap, then I’ll be right up.” Steve promised as he gently laid you down on your shared bed.

You made yourself comfortable before reaching for Steve’s computer and doing your thing. You were unable to cease your lips from turning up into a devious smile as your nimble fingers danced across the keyboard.

“got fucked in the bathroom in the middle of family movie night”

After double checking everything, you hit upload and watched the views rise. The sensation Steve’s spent leaking out of your used hole as you read the comments your new home movie was already accruing caused heat to rise to your face. It was still a shock that you and America’s gold boy were living a double life as amateur pornstars.

user1: I thought the load nomad had in their first video was just a one off. Clearly this dude can nut like a fucking champ.

user2: this is so fucking hot especially when they were whispering to each other

user3: KJDHS that’s SO much cum???is that a condition or something???

user4: okay but that’s a nice ass bathroom are they making money off of these videos?

user5: idk if i wanna be nomad or lilac 😵‍💫

user6: i’m this 👌🏼 close to dedicating a fanpage to them

user7: not to be deep on fucking PORNHUB of all places but this is some real shit. you can feel the passion, love, and care they have for each other. this is the type of porn we should all be watching, none of that overproduced fake shit.

user7: this mf is built like captain america what the fuck do you eat nomad

The last comment made you laugh heartily, but also arose some concern. Was someone catching on? Worry filled the absence of lust. All it would take for the entirety of your lives to fall apart was for one person to put the pieces together. As much as you and Steve loved the rush, both of you were playing a dangerous game with your respective livelihoods.

But then you remembered Steve.

Steve and all he had sacrificed for the betterment of the world. Steve, the man who hadn’t even lived his life for himself and never once complained about it. Steve, who was finally being selfish and acting on his own desires rather than everyone else’s. Lilac and The Nomad was more than just an adult content channel. It was a symbol of the love of your life’s emancipation from social standards. The first step of him doing whatever the fuck he wanted, not what everyone else wanted. He deserved it. The two of you had taken every precaution to protect yourselves. No one would know. It was just a stupid joke.

“CHEERS!” EVERYONE CHIMED AS they clinked their glasses together.

“Congratulations, Cap!”

Sam beamed widely upon being called his new moniker for the first time. He placed an amicable arm around his predecessor.

“Thanks guys, and thank you for this opportunity, man.” He lauded.

“Literally, out with the old and in with the new.” Natasha sniggered, earning an eye roll from Steve.

“I can still fire you, Romanoff,” He countered.

The ember haired woman simply flipped him off before taking another swig of Russian vodka.

“On a real note, what are you going to do now?” Bruce inquired.

Steve shrugged, placing his beer bottle down casually.

“I don’t know. The only thing I could really think of was getting a place in Brooklyn, which we just did. I don’t have a plan for my next move and for once it feels…good.”

“Well,” Thor grunted. “You can start by finally getting drunk off of Asgardian liquor.”

Thor reached for a decanter behind him and the former captain a generous glass of the amber liquid.

“There you go! That’s my man! Drink up, spangles!” Tony encouraged.

“I’m not getting drunk,” Steve argued, causing everyone to boo loudly. “But…I’ll have this.”

He turned to you, his glass raised in his hand. His azure orbs were capacious, glimmering with hope. He wore a refreshed expression that you had never seen on him before as he smiled dazzlingly at you. It melted your heart to finally see him like this.

“To our new beginning.”

“Cheers.”

Everyone around you gagged playfully. You hushed them with a threatening hiss.

“I have so much dirt on you guys, I wouldn’t make a single sound if I were you.”

“…. Did that do something to you too?” Bucky teased.

“Hey, shut your fuckin’ mouth, punk!”

“OH! He curses now!”

The night persisted wonderfully. Sam was celebrated in the way he deserved to be. Sure, there was still a lot of work left to do in the world, but all of you were on a new life journey. And sure, new territory was scary, but it was also invigorating. To be able to rejoice together with the people you loved most was even more invigorating.

“Women do not watch porn!” Clint yelled. “That sounds fake!”

“Women probably watch more porn than men,” Natasha argued. “Better porn too. Not whatever you call those 5 minutes of pump and grunt.”

    “I only watch women’s porn.” Laura added, her husband’s expression twisting into one of perplexion.

“You only what?”

“Speaking of porn,” Wanda giggled tipsily. “There’s this new couple that I’ve been watching and they’re—” She ended her sentence with the chef’s kiss gesture.

“Who?! I love that homemade shit!” Sam yelled from across the table.

“Their names are Nomad and Lilac on Pornhub,”

You and Steve tensed up, not moving a single centimeter for fear oF triggering something. What exactly was unknown. He gripped your hand reassuringly.

No one would find out.

“I wanna see.” Bucky chimed in, brows furrowed with curiosity.

Sam tittered mischievously, hopping to the living room to retrieve the television remote. You turned to your partner with a fearful expression. Steve shook his head discreetly, leaning in to peck your cheek soothingly.

“And that’s our que to call it a night.” He quickly stated, saving face successfully.

“He loves her so much he doesn’t even want to see another woman get railed.” Wanda cried to herself drunkenly. “That’s so sweet,”

“Good night, everyone,” You bid, swallowing the frog in your throat.

“Good night, you two. You know where your room is right?” Pepper questioned politely.

“We’re all good, Pep. Thank you for having us,” Steve thanked, wishing everyone one final farewell before rushing the both of you to one of the Stark guest rooms.

“Steven! They’re fucking watching us!” You panicked quietly.

“I believe the correct way to say that is ‘they’re watching us fuck’—”

“…Are you actually joking with me right now?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve uttered softly, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay. I promise. Thousands of people have watched us. This is no different. You and I did a pretty damn good job at covering our bases. If the world hasn’t figured it out, the people closest to us definitely won’t.”

Silence filled the room as you retired to the confines of your intrusive thoughts.

 “We can stop if you’re worried. We’ll take everything down, crush up the camera and computer into pieces, toss them into a landmine, and act like nothing ever happened. I want you comfortable, honey.” Steve promised.

You shook your head.

“No, no. I’m sorry. I just got a little shocked. That’s all.” You rushed out.

“Don’t apologize. I got a little scared too. I mean, my heart dropped to my goddamn stomach. I haven’t felt that since Coney Island.”

His belly filled with butterflies when you laughed, all of your worries dissipating into thin air.

“But you know what else I felt?” He proposed, his soft tone taking on a huskier one.

You hummed in response, your heart skipping a beat at the shift in energy.

“Desire. Lust.” He pulled you towards him until your body was pressed against his, your lips barely brushing his. “I want to see their expressions while they watch us.”

It was like you were never worried in the first place when your back hit the mattress and Steve’s body covered yours.

“Let’s calm you down, pretty girl.”

From the living room, the Avengers played each Lilac and The Nomad video one after another. Wanda simply fangirled, loving that her suggestion was actually being enjoyed thoroughly by everyone. The video of you and Steve having a quickie in the bathroom was the best to play. It had become one of your most viewed videos, the reach far greater than you would have imagined.            

“This one’s my favorite personally.” Laura critiqued casually as the video reached its halfway mark.

“In the middle of a family movie night, huh? Which one of you nasty shitheads has pulled one of those?” Sam accused, pointing a finger at each person.

“We would all know if someone did.”

“True. It would be obvious. Did anyone even leave last movie night?”

“Steve and Y/N did.”

No one spoke. Everyone went silent before glancing around at each other and then back up at the television screen.

“B-but, he said she was having…lady problems.” Scott stuttered, his expression growing more and more mortified as he began to connect the dots.

“That sweater does look familiar.” Bucky pointed out, gesturing to the display on the screen with a jerk of his head.

“I, uh, bought one just like that for her,” Natasha spoke under her breath. “It was a souvenir.”

“Steve Rogers wouldn’t do that stuff, guys! C’mon! That’s Captain America!” Scott blurted out in pure denial.

“Not anymore.” Tony rebutted. “That is a free man who can do whatever he pleases. As you can see—” He pointed to the TV animatedly.

“That’s definitely them. A couple months ago he asked me for computer recommendations, and I ended up building one for him. When has that man ever cared about computers?”

“Check the date of the video in the description.”

Unable to handle the anticipation, Bucky snatched the remote from a shocked Scott’s hand and scrolled down to the description. He scoffed with a smile of disbelief.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think the little shit had it in him.”

“These are just coincidences, you guys! We have no confirmation whatsoever that it’s the—”

Something akin to a cry mixed with a moan from a couple doors away cut their words short. One that sounded exactly like the ones coming from the TV. Your teammates had all of the confirmation they need.

“Sooooo….how do we look them in the eye now?”

[onlyjaeyun]

I can’t stop thinking about angry sex with jake because someone was jealous and attention starved (real) but then reviving the warmest and softest aftercare, like him holding you close to his chest and playing with your hair and calling you his princess with his thick accent after saying and calling you the most vile and loathsome words imaginable to man. GAH DAMN IM SO DOWN BAD 🫠

-🗝️

URGH YES!!! (deffo not my best and barely any dialogue but mostly bc i have a similar full length fic in the making so stay tuned!🎀🧸)

— cw: jealousy, possessiveness, sugarcoated degradation, slight mean dom!jake, name calling but super cute aftercare

It's so not like Jake to lash out or go absolutely crazy because of his jealousy because he's confident and trusts you, yet some people just like to test their luck and after the two of you hadn't seen each other in a while because you both got busier at work, he's been on the edge already and this particular night out was just the last push.

But he can't help himself. Not only has he missed everything about you, he also just had to watch the way one guy after the other asked for your number or to dance with you, suddenly turning one of his best friend's birthday party into an event he wished would have gotten cancelled.

Jake tries his very best to stay calm and composed but by the time you politely reject the fourth guy within ten minutes, he's made up his mind. He has to take you home and claim what belongs to him, there's absolutely no other way for him to get over these heavy feelings in his veins and to his luck, you're more than just happy to oblige.

To you, the drive home is comfortable and quiet, your shared playlist running quietly in the background as you enjoy the coolness of the perfect summer night, not realising your boyfriend's been tolding onto the steering wheel like his life depends on it.

By the time you get home, however, jaeyun is quick to let you know exactly how he feels. Gently pushes you against the wall in the hallway, pretty hand firmly wrapped around your neck as he presses his whole body against yours and you finally take notice of the bulge in his pants.

But you're not given the time to actually process it all, as jake pulls you into a sloppy kiss, sucking on your tongue and harshly biting your bottom lip until you're too weak to keep the strength in your legs and he actually doesn't stop you from falling onto your knees.

Jake's quick to unbotton his pants and gently tap the leaking tip of his cock against your cheeks and your pretty lips, his eyes hooded and dark as they watch the way you don't hesitate to wrap your fingers around his big cock and give his angey tip a quick kitten lick.

"Don't tease me, baby", Jake finally speaks uftee keeping quiet for over thirty minutes and you whimper as soon ss you hear his voice, "i'm not in the mood for more teasing. let me fuck that pretty face of yours yeah?"

Spends a good amount of time thrusting his cock into your pretty mouth, makes sure you take it all becaude he knowd you can, you're his good girl after, yet gives you the time to gasp for air every time you gently tap against his wrist.

Jaeyun's never been one to go too rough on you in bef but after gicing it a few tries both of you have started enjoying it to the fullest, establishing lines and rules, setting boundaries and quickly clearing out any questions to make sure it all goes smoothly.

And that's why he doesn't hesitate to push your face into the mattres, flipping your stupidly short skirt over your ass and revealing your pretty cunt to his hungry eyes, yet not wasting any more time on foreplay. Usually Jake never passes the opportunity to bury his face in your pussy but he can't take it anymore.

Every pore in his body is screaming for the feeling of your tight walls hugging his thick cock in ways only you've managed to make him feel, and before your fucked out brain can even handle every touch of his, you let out a loud gasp at the sudden stretch from his thick tip.

"J-Jaeyun", you whisper and reach around yourself to hold onto his wrist, only for him to take both of yours into one of his big hands and hold them against your lower back.

"You can take it, pretty girl", he hisses and pushes another inch inside of your pretty cunt, trying his very best to stay calm because even if he's mad, jake would never want you to be in actual pain, "gotta fuck and fill this pretty pussy up or I'm going to go crazy."

And that's when you manage to realise that this is not your usual boyfriend but a version you're rather not so used to, yet definitely take liking in whenever he does appear. Jake might not like his own jealous side, but you've come to love it because not a night like this has passed where he didn't fuck you to sleep from how eager and angry he was.

This one is definitely not an exception. His thrusts are harssh and fast, pretty hands roaming your body and roughly groping every bit of flesh they find as he lands spank after spank on your sore cheeks, pushing you deeper and deeper into the sweet haze of your pleasure. His deep grunts and guttural moans quickly meet your high pitched and breathy ones in the thick air of your shared bedroom and if it wasn't for the way he was pounding you into the mattress, you would have paid much more attention to his sweet noises.

Jake loses himself in the feeling of your tight cunt, profanities and promises falling past his swollen lips as he talks about all the things he wanted to do to yoj with those fuckers watching, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as soon as he feels you clenching harder around him because of his possessive words.

You have absolutely no idea how long he fucks you or how many times you cum before he does but by the time he finally pulls you flat up against his sweat covered chest, hand wrapped around your throat and hips quickly snapping up to fuck himself deeper inside of you, you're almost completely gone.

He cums with a loud, raspy moan if your name and three thick spurts of his cum coating the inside of your cunt in the prettiesg shades of white, leaving him absolutely breathless and finally ridden of all those negative feelings.

but he wouldn't be your jake if he didn't run you a bath and massaged your back afterwards, littering your whole body in kisses and praising you for doing so well and taking everything he's given you like the good girl you are. derinitely wakes you up to make up for his lack of head from earlier and also because he can't go to sleep without your cum coating his tongue, promising to go easy on you only for you to feel even more sore by the time you finally fall asleep in his strong arms 🥺

[bakubunny]

i’m on a izu bender, i’m strung out on that green haired nerd, it’s getting serious. thinking about his possessiveness and how jealous he’d get if i even breathed near someone else,, someone say..kacchan. we all know how serious he gets when it comes to competition. thinking of how smug kats would be, his evil little grin every time izu tries to pretend he’s calm.

giggling in my hands. okie bye ! 😵‍💫

gosshhhh you’d be so absolutely fucked the moment kats gets involved bc he can read izu better than you can half the time - and he wants to rile him up. maybe he’ll find some sort of way to get a little too close, put a hand on your shoulder or (worse) the small of your back for just a brief second. look at your ass one too many times when your back is turned. katsuki’s trying to hide that smug ass grin as he watches izuku’s eye twitch or a vein in his neck bulge.

either you’re getting dragged off to a private room, bathroom, etc… or if there’s no one else in the agency, i’d bet money on izuku exposing you and taking your cunt right in front of kats without blinking. they grew up together. they were roommates after high school. it’s not like it’s anything his best friend and rival hasn’t seen or heard at this point, and you’re enough of a whore brat that it would probably do you good to get fucked until you’re stupid and crying in front of katsuki….

katsuki’s got a grin the whole time bc watching you get fucked is way more than he’d hoped for.

[pupyuj]

I have a vision bestie. Imagine jock Yujin just fucking and dominating the shit out of her ex-girlfriend after someone hit on her on a party. The possessiveness over what's hers just kicked in her depsite the break up. Yujin is too fine to exist🤭

- 🦔

OH.. 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢very sorry to anon, this ask is long overdue 💔💔 but another yujin drabble? you guys are so spoiled today! (now don't ask why this wasn't the energy that was present when i hit 1k followers 😭)

ever since you and yujin separated, everybody has been tripping over themselves trying to ask you out or get in your pants 😤😤 they're giving you flowers, courting you, giving you letters and even presents... it was all very sweet but after yujin, you weren't really interested in dating just yet :((( but nobody really listens to that so they keep asking you out,, and it happens in the party too ofc! literally everybody tried to get a piece of your time 😭 you were so popular that you barely got a step in before somebody started talking to you! 😩 but it wasn't until some drunken geek started hitting on you that things escalated 🫣

you were too polite to excuse yourself from the conversation so you just sat there, smiling and nodding to whatever that guy was saying,,, your eyes scanning the room for a familiar face just so you could get out but unfortunately there was nobody around... except ahn yujin in that stupid varsity jacket she probably cherished more than your fucking relationship 🙄 she was staring at you as she leaned against the wall, one hand holding a red cup and the other brushing through her hair.. christ, did she have to look so hot all the time? 🫠🫠

watching her while she ogled and smirked at every pretty girl that passed by, what a player honestly 😟 her meeting your eyes and winking at you, making you grimace and look away 😭 then you got bored of the party bcs your friends were all over the place and that weird guy was still talking to you, so you tried to stand up to finally leave but mr. weirdo put his hand on your thigh??? and leaned too close?? his drunken breath fanning your face 🤢 he didn't get another word in before he got thrown back in the couch rather violently by none other than your delightful ex-girlfriend,,

"you got a whole lotta nerve trying to touch my girl like that." and she spills her cup on top of the guy's head, soaking his hair with beer 😭😭😭 you may have questioned her love for you while you were dating, but the one thing you were sure of was her obsession towards you... she always made sure that people knew you belonged to one person only, and tonight wasn't going to be any different. even if the two of you have been separated for months now 😤

yujinnie dragging you inside an empty bedroom despite your half-hearted protests,, watching intently as she pulled off her jacket and let it drop to the ground while you sat on the edge of the bed,, as much as you hated being around her now, you couldn't wait to see just what entails you after all that 🤭🤭 "who are you calling your girl, yujin-ah? not me, i hope." you said while cheekily smiling up at your ex who was now standing in front of you all pissed 🫣 see, you could be a brat and put up a fight as much as you want, but there's no point to it when you willingly let yujin bend you over the bed with her fingers inside your cunt 😵‍💫

all your spunk just getting thrown out the window every time yujin's thumb brushes against your clit,, "louder, (y/n)." she would demand, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper inside you, making you wonder just why the fuck would you ever leave yujin if she took you to the stars like this 🤤 "this pussy will always belong to me. remember that." oh that's why!

"a-ahh..! fuck you, y-yujin... i hate you—" immediately shutting up when yujin increases her pace,, now you were face down on the bed, muffling your moans as best as you could but you could still be heard outside the room bcs yujin was so desperate to let everybody know that you still belonged to her :((( so she didn't care about the way you tried grabbing for one of her hands to try and stop her, or how you've started crying bcs it was all too much :(((

"think somebody else can fuck you as good as i can? huh? answer honestly, (y/n)." she would try and rile you up, grinning widely when you glared at her amidst your tears,, she's sick 😳 "answer, you bitch." she curls her fingers inside of you, making you squirm and buck your hips backwards just to have some more of what yujin was giving you 🫠🫠 "didn't hear me?" yujin spreads your legs open, pulls her fingers out, and slaps your pussy, earning a pained whine from you :(( odmoddfhjhg her continuing on slapping your cunt even when you told her what she wanted to hear??? she definitely doesn't stop until you were a rambling mess,,

her making you come from her slaps?? doesn't make fun of you for it bcs she fucking loved the sight,, moaning her name as you came undone, your legs shaking horribly and your vision almost blurring,, "that's my good girl. let everybody know who owns this pussy." msjhsdjdkj yujin making you turn around so she could lay you on your back, spreading your legs wide open once again and staring at your red pussy :((( "was that too much? i really missed you..." ugh she was so the type to take advantage of your state, trying to make you feel like she truly loved you,, maybe at one point she did, you'll never know bcs you wanted nothing to do with her after you broke up with her...

and yet—and yet!—you still let yujin kiss your lips, you still listen to the faux sympathy she offered you while she gently massaged your clit, and you still allowed her to go down on you,, letting her have a taste of you after the longest time,, the sounds of her slurps and own moans nearly being louder than yours,, and all the hatred you apparently hold towards her would never stop you from letting her mark you up and repeating whatever words she told you,,

"i belong to you."

"i'm yours."

"i love you."

and no matter how much you told yourself otherwise, deep in your heart, you knew all those words were true 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[im-some-lionheart]

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the fact that dean went through all the shit that he did and STILL chose to smile and make his silly little jokes everyday and still had the energy to find joy in simple things like children's shows and cowboys... jfc.

No wonder Cas fell for him and learned to love from him.

That man was love.

Straight up. He was so fucking full of love that even after all the shit that he went through, there still was love left.. and he gave it away, he shared it freely bc that's all he knew how to do.

But seriously. imagine being forced to become both a soldier and a mother to your infant brother since the age of FOUR years old. Imagine the psychological torture of being raised to be John Winchester's perfect obedient soldier. Imagine knowing that your father, your role model, the god you idolize, died to save you and gave you one last order to kill the brother that you raised. Imagine going to literal hell to save that same brother. Imagine being tortured for thirty years, then finally giving up and doing the torturing yourself but hating yourself (even more than you already did) every second that you do it. Imagine watching your baby brother become addicted to demon blood. Imagine watching him being possessed by the devil himself. Imagine thinking he's in hell with Lucifer and trying to move on but failing to. Imagine being betrayed by your best friend. Imagine being sent to Purgatory with him and fighting teeth and nails to get out of there with him but you still fail to save him. Imagine becoming a literal demon. Imagine watching your best friend the love of your life die time and time again in front of you without being able to stop it. Imagine after 30+ years, you get your mom back only to lose her again. Imagine every person you've ever loved dying at least once, and knowing 80% of those deaths were your fault. Imagine discovering you're God's personal little toy and nothing that's ever happened to you nothing you've ever done was your decision but rather god literally toying with you for his entertainment.

Imagine you live 40+ (80+ if you count hell) years of this..... Would YOU have the energy in you to keep smiling after going through that kind of shit?? I know I wouldn't.

Dean Winchester is the most loving human being to ever exist. The fact that after all crap that he still had love left in him?? FUCKKK.. I'd give up an entire army for that guy too, Cas. I'd fall for that guy too. I'd let the Empty take me for the joy of telling him he was loved back, at least once, too. Holy fucking shit.

[ilovefandoms102]

jealous frat boy chris.

that is all i have to say.

(i really love your work btw its amazing <3)

YES I LOVE IT THANK YOU BESTIE🥵

Pairing: Fratboy!Chris x Plus Size Reader

Warnings🛑: jealous chrisy, implied smut

At first, you really hated how easily chris got jealous. It would be over the stupidest things too, for example, a male classmate talking to you while in class.

“Who is that?”

“Do you know him?”

“Was he flirting with you?”

The questions went on until the end of class which meant you went from mild to extremely pissed the fuck off.

“You are mine little one, must I always remind you?” he said with that smirk that made you melt.

Suddenly you forgot about being mad at him.

After the first few incidents, you decided to make it your game.

Mostly bc of how hard he fucked you once he got you back to his or your dorm. Literally the best sex is jealous sex, not that Chris wasn’t good at any other kind of sex, you just loved riling him up.

Does it make you a bitch?

Probably

But he knew you adored him

This led to now where the two of you were meeting up at a bar with some other friends…and boy was he already pissed.

One, because you were barely wearing anything that covered up what belonged to only him.

Two, you were already drunk.

And three, you came in with a fucking guy trailing behind you.

“What the fuck babe?” he growled, snatching you to his front as soon as you got close.

“Hiiiii baaaabbbyyy, um this is my friend Alex he’s in our Econ class.” you slurred, yet unable to keep your hands to yourself as they felt up his chest.

Chris glared hard at Alex, making it known you were his by possessively gripping your ass in his big hands. He squeezed it hard, making a slight squeal escape your lips.

“Baby, Chrisy, it’s ok I love only you.” the delicate touch of your hand on his cheek had his eyes move to yours.

“I love you too babe, but this ass is still getting punished.”

You totally forgot about Alex who was watching with disappointment.

Chris could feel the assholes eyes on his girl

So, he leaned down and landed a hot, wet, demanding kiss to your lips.

The two of you didn’t even make it home, he mercilessly fucked you in the bathroom stall and he hoped Alex could hear the cries of pleasure leaving your lips.

[svnoohe4rts]

you’re mine, park sunghoon x reader

↳ pairing: sunghoon x reader

↳ word count: 2,0k

↳ summary: park sunghoon didn’t get jealous. so why did he feel this way?

↳ a/n: nah bc dom!sunghoon has been on my mind a lot lately ....

↳ warnings: mentions alcohol, drunk jake (poor jake), implies sex, angst kind of??, jealousy

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 didn’t even know you. He, however, did know your body a little too well. He knew the exact amount of birthmarks you had on your back, he knew the way your hair looked so soft wrapped around his clenched fists. He knew how to make your toes curl and how your underwear looked on his bedroom floor, but he didn’t actually know you. So why did he feel this way, seeing you around Jay? If he hadn’t been so full of himself, he would almost recognize the feeling as jealousy. But there was no way he’d ever admit that, because why would he be jealous? He didn’t know you. You were just someone to slip into bed with late at night when no one was around, he barely recognized you outside of the sheets. But still, the feeling lingered; the feeling of jealousy, as he watched you twirl your hair around your finger.

Sunghoon wasn’t stupid. He was rather smart, at least according to himself. He could tell by the way his best friend looked at you that he was into you. Sunghoon couldn’t blame him, you were actually quite attractive. Attractive enough for him to let you spend the night at his house more than he’d like to admit, at least.  Was he possessive? Oh, yes. He was. But was he possessive over you? No. there was no way. Was he the jealous type? No. It was rare for Park Sunghoon to get jealous. He was well aware of the fact that he looked good, and he knew there were girls lining up for him; waiting for him to have his way with them. In his past relationships, which you couldn’t really call relationships due to the fact that they barely ever lasted a month, him getting jealous only occurred once or twice over the years. Thanks to the one or two times it actually had happened, he knew what jealousy felt like. So why did the feeling he felt watching you and Jay feel just like jealousy? It wasn’t like he wasn’t seeing other people as well. Why wouldn’t he? The two of you shared nothing special. And for the nights you were busy, it was always good to have someone else take your place. He enjoyed dating, he truly did, even though he’d always end it after two or so dates. It wasn’t weird that you were seeing other people as well. Maybe it was because it was his best friend you were seeing, he wasn’t sure, but something about it was rubbing him the wrong way. He should’ve known it was a bad idea to go to the party. Not because you would be there, he had no clue about the fact that you would show up. No, because he hated the way Jake acted whenever he got drunk. He got way too affectionate and clingy, something Sunghoon despised. Affectionate and clingy people. ‘’Get the fuck off me,’’ Sunghoon muttered as he pushed his friend off of him, staring at the obviously drunk boy in front of him before crossing his arms over his chest once again. Jake just laughed, slightly stumbling from Sunghoons harsh push. ‘’Can’t I admire my best friend?’’ Jake yelled over the loud music, his body slumping down beside his clearly annoyed friend. Jake, however, was way too intoxicated to even realize he had annoyed him. Normally, Sunghoon wouldn’t be slumped down on a couch during parties. He usually found himself in the crowd, downing liquor as he tried to get in some girls pants. Tonight, however, was different. He hadn’t even touched the beer he had over half an hour ago, it was sitting on top of the table in front of him; not even opened yet. He had declined every girls request to dance with them, he simply had one thing on his mind; you, and the way one of your hand was dangerously close to Jay’s crotch. ‘’Why are you sitting here, all on your own?’’ Jake slurred into the boys ear, taking another sip of the alcohol he was drinking. Sunghoon looked over at his intoxicated best friend, scanning him for a moment. His eyelids were droopy and his cheeks red, making it obvious to Sunghoon that he had way too much to drink. ‘’Why don’t you go bother someone else?’’ Sunghoon mumbled, looking over Jake’s shoulder as he spoke; looking over at you and Jay. You had been sitting in one of the couches across the room ever since you had gotten to the party, Jay accompanying you. Sunghoon didn’t even pay attention to you when you walked through the door, but as soon as he spotted Jay hugging you in the corner of his eye, he suddenly became very interested in you. He had been staring at the two of you for what felt like hours, not able to take his eyes off of you as he watched you laugh at something Jay said. As he watched the two of you, he suddenly got an idea. ‘’Have you said hi to Jay yet?’’ Sunghoon quickly blurted out, looking back at his friend.‘’Jay?’’ Jake asked, his eyes widening as he spoke. A grin formed on his lips, turning around as he scanned the room before spotting his other best friend. ‘’Jay!’’ He yelled, stumbling out of the couch; making his way towards Jay, finally leaving Sunghoon alone.  You were having a great time. Until a very drunk Jake suddenly appeared, that being said. You hadn’t even had the chance to get yourself a drink yet, not because you needed to. Jay was enough for you to feel dizzy. Jay was extremely attractive, you had to admit. Something about him got you intoxicated the second you stepped into the party, maybe it was the all black outfit he was wearing, or maybe it was the way his lanky hands lingered around your waist as he pulled you into a hug; his dark perfume filling your nose. You weren’t sure, but something about him made him more attractive than usual. At least attractive enough for you to not even notice the way Sunghoon had been staring at you all night. ‘’Jake?’’ Jay blurted out as he saw his drunk friend stumbling towards him. You felt Jay’s hand slip away from your thigh, making you almost want to whine in protest. ‘’Dude, how much have you been drinking?’’ Jay mumbled as he stood up, catching Jake as he fell into his arms. Jake just laughed as Jay stumbled backward, trying his best to prevent his best friend from collapsing on the floor. Jay looked over at you as Jake happily mumbled something into Jay's arms, not even trying to stand up properly. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was sorry, and that he much rather would sit there with you than take care of his intoxicated friend. You shot him a small smile, letting him know it was okay for him to leave for a while. ‘’Let’s get you out of here,’’ Jay mumbled, wrapping one of his arms around Jake’s shoulders. You let out a sigh as you watched the two boys stumble across the room before disappearing out the front door, letting your head fall onto the couch behind you as you fluttered your eyes shut. Fuck you Jake. Such a cock blocker. ‘’Having a good time?’’ A low voice suddenly let out in front of you, causing you to open your eyes once again. Even though it was rather dark, you could tell who it was by just looking at his figure. He had his hands shoved down the front pockets of his pants, a stern look on his face. ‘’Park Sunghoon, what a pleasant surprise.’’ You chuckled, patting the empty space beside you. The space where Jay had been sitting a few seconds ago. Sunghoon never felt nervous, especially not around you. But as he sat down beside you, he suddenly became nervous. Not just nervous, he became very nervous. ‘’I haven’t seen you all night,’’ You mumbled, looking over at the boy sitting beside you. Ironic, Sunghoon thought. Because I’ve been staring at you all night. ‘’I got here not too long ago,’’ He lied, looking over at you as he spoke. You hummed in response, scanning the crowded room. ‘’Anyways,’’ You let out after a short silence, standing up as you spoke. ‘’Let’s go to the toilets, it’s too noisy out here. I can’t hear what you’re saying.’’ Sunghoon interrupted you before you even got the chance to continue the sentence you started. Sunghoon wasn’t even going to let you continue that sentence. He already knew what you were going to say. I should go find my friends, or I’m going to get some fresh air, and he wasn’t having any of it. He knew what you really meant. It was just an excuse to go find Jay, probably so he could fuck your brains out. Not on Sunghoons watch. He still couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy as he walked through the crowded room, holding your hand tightly in his. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He still couldn’t understand why he was so upset, nor had he accepted it yet; but one thing was for sure, he wasn’t going to let Jay have his way with you. The toilet was empty, the only noise being the muffled music playing in the other room. Sunghoon was quick to lock the door behind him. ‘’Sunghoon, I’m really not fucking you in here.’’ You muttered as you looked over at the taller boy. ‘’But you were planning on fucking Jay in here, hm?’’ His words took you by surprise. Your lips slightly parted, but not a single word left your lips as you continued to stare at him. ‘’What?’’ You managed to get out, not taking your eyes off of him. Didn’t he just say that he just got here? There was no way he had seen you and Jay, even if he did see you there was no way he’d know what was going through your head. Sunghoon just let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you; placing one of his hands on your cheek. ‘’Y/N, you don’t think I, out of all people, wouldn’t notice?’’ He mumbled as he stroked your cheek using his thumb.  Park fucking Sunghoon, you thought. ‘’I didn’t like the way you were looking at him.’’ He continued, placing his other hand around your waist; pulling you closer. ‘’It doesn’t concern you Sunghoon,’’ You mumbled, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. He suddenly grabbed one of your hands, placing it against his crotch. ‘’It doesn’t?’’ He let out, raising one of his eyebrows. You let out a gasp as he rubbed your hand against the bulge in his pants. The whole thing took you by surprise, even though it was Park Sunghoon. You knew how he worked by now, especially when it came to sex. The boy was a sex maniac, after all. ‘’I don’t like other people trying to take what’s mine.’’ He mumbled into your ear, placing a soft kiss just underneath your ear. You let out a shaky breath, continuing to rub your hands against the now hard bulge in his pants. You tilted your head to the side, making him hum in satisfaction. ‘’I’m going to show you that you belong to me, and that no one will ever fuck you the way I do.’’ You knew he was seeing other people, and you had been okay with that. But the moment he called you his, something inside of you suddenly switched. You had no idea what he meant by it, or if he even meant it at all, but as you left the bathroom; hand in hand, purple marks covering your neck, one thing was certain. You were his, at least for the night.

[crossedsabers10s]

I really like the ship klamon but the thing is i haven't a clue on how it could fit in canon. I'm like thinking of a gradual thing where they're like slowly going from enemies? to allies to frenemies to lovers, (all the stages filled with appropriate sass, sarcasm and bickering ofcourse) because I'm a sucker for slowburns. Like they are somewhere between allies and frenemies in TVD and then in TO they finally get together. Do you have any ideas on how this could happen in canon. And how to stick klamon in 'The Originals'? And how it would change the plot?

akf;dlfjakdfj a okay, just a warning, this ain't my rodeo. I'll do my best, but I don't consider myself good at writing Klaus. Plus their respective control issues make this a lil tricky...

Okay, so. You know how Alaric was possessed by Klaus that one time? That would make a good beginning. Give him an up close and more personal perspective on Damon, who he'd only know via rep and Stefan before this. I mean I think he'd mostly considered Damon someone who was Katherine's toy and was still dogging after doppelgangers (Elena) at that point? But in Alaric's body, he'd be a bit closer, have a measure of trust. So Damon wouldn't be quite as in-ur-face-fuck-you as he would have been. (I mean. Still, a little, bc I think he's allergic to showing genuine emotion at that point, at least under normal circumstances, he let his guard down around Elena a lot more) So mayyybe Damon kidnaps AlariKlaus to try and find out more on Big Bad Klaus??? Research spree, contacts some witches whatevs. They probably hit a bunch of dead ends, evenif they did manage to find a lead, AlariKlaus would nip that shit in the bud. Just trailing along, having fun listening to his own legend and watching Damon get more and more frustrated.

Maybe they learn more about what Klaus did to Katherine or someone else or a hundred other stories where he'd taken revenge on a person and burned down their entire life. And Damon, annoyed and doing that im-not-joking-but-people-will-assume-i-am thing alludes to his Augustine revenge spree. Maybe something along the lines of like 'yeah, well, that's not special, I've done similar. Just ask-*insert massacre here*' Which. Alaric would not connect those dots. He'd think it some kind of joke in poor taste. Klaus? Connects a few. He'd heard about it. Those deaths had obviously been a vampire, but no one had known who. Until now.

Damon is suddenly a little bit more interesting.

And he's got to have some kind of hobby so he starts trying to unravel Damon Salvatore. Starts paying attention to him. Does a good job of acting friendly, but starts shedding a little of Ric. Then a little more, less on purpose. Starts fucking with his head, making him second guess his relationships, make him question if he's still chasing after Katherine by trying to protect Elena. All under the guise of pretending to be his friend.

Wow this got a lil dark.

Anyways. Canon. Except Damon has to contend with the fact that he'd liked the person he'd thought he was becoming close with. And that person is not who he thought he was. And Klaus is still studying Damon, who he now knows better and maybe holds a bit more regard for.

Okay my brain is fried, i need nap. Hope u like the start tho. Feel free to use it as u please.

[b-frank]

mike wheeler is one of the best characters ever. he’s complex and realistic. like. i hate when people hate on mike. i hate when people say he’s not the heart. i hate when people say he’s been worse since s3.

even if you’re homophobic and refuse to see how mike is dealing with internalized homophobia and comphet he’s STILL a FANTASTIC character. hes STILL so COOL and WELL DEVELOPED and WELL ACTED. this is going to be a ridiculously long post bc i have so much love for mike wheeler so buckle the fuck up.

mike wheeler who shouts and falls down and acts when he’s dming. mike wheeler who insisted on looking for will, even in the pouring rain, even if it was dangerous. mike wheeler who took in el after finding her in the woods even though he’s more stressed out than he’s ever been. mike wheeler who listened to el when she could barely communicate. mike wheeler who figured out the upside down, a literal alternate dimension, at twelve years old. during the most stressful week of his life. with barely any information. mike wheeler who sobbed on his bike after seeing his friends dead body. mike wheeler who makes lucas and dustin and el look for will, when everyone else thought he was dead. mike wheeler who refuses to apologize to lucas over an argument. mike wheeler who insists that they’re all his best friend. mike wheeler who pushed troy down, in front of the entire school, knowing he’d be beaten up for it. mike wheeler who jumped off a cliff to certain death to save dustin from bullies. mike wheeler who yelled and kicked and shouted when the bad men tried to take el away. mike wheeler who was willing to give el his family and his bedroom and his life after a few days of knowing her. mike wheeler who stayed awake for hours in the hospital until he knew will was okay. mike wheeler who looked government officials in the eye and said he would never tell them where el is.

mike wheeler who called el every night for 363 days. mike wheeler who steals nancy’s money and shows up to the arcade late. mike wheeler who notices immediately when something is wrong with will. mike wheeler who graffitied the bathroom stall and plagiarized an essay and argued at the dinner table. mike wheeler who was the only person that will felt understood by. mike wheeler who hates max because he doesn’t want more people in the party, because she reminds him of el, because she reminds him of him. mike wheeler who is so angry about being the same ghostbuster as lucas. and when he has to get rid of his toys. and when max comes trick or treating. mike wheeler who knows something is wrong with will. who notices when his best friend is quieter than usual. who calls his house when he doesn’t show up to school. who goes to his house when no one answers the phone. mike wheeler who organizes the search for dart. who makes the plans. mike wheeler who doesn’t take joyce’s “nows not a good time” for an answer. mike wheeler who refuses to leave wills side. mike wheeler who sleeps on the floor of wills bedroom. mike wheeler who makes his best friend feel like a super spy instead of a problem. mike wheeler who has to watch his best friend scream and convulse in pain. who looks so heartbroken to see it. mike wheeler who sleeps by his hospital bed. mike wheeler who realizes that it’s a trap before anyone else can. mike wheeler who tries to forcibly throw himself through the guards to let everyone know they’re in danger. mike wheeler who suggests putting will to sleep. mike wheeler who drags an unconscious will out the doors of the lab so hopper can help joyce. mike wheeler who somehow finds time to be angry with max for existing. mike wheeler who has the idea about tying will up in the shed. mike wheeler who pours his heart out to his best friend, possessed and tied down, in an attempt to save him. mike wheeler who picks up a candle stick to protect himself, like a dork. mike wheeler who looks so so so relieved when el walks through the door. mike wheeler who screams at and hits and cries into hopper. mike wheeler who reminds everyone that will is in danger when closing the gate. mike wheeler who watches his best friend and the person he just got back drive away to danger and possible death and decides he HAS to do something about it. mike wheeler who stands, shocked, when billy is beating up steve. mike wheeler who gains so much respect for max. mike wheeler that trips and falls in the tunnels. mike wheeler who sees the demodogs leaving and is immediately concerned for el. mike wheeler who refuses to smile in photos. who makes fun of dustin’s hair at the snow ball. who encourages will to dance with a girl in the most dorky way possible. who sulks and pouts. who dances with el and says they can learn how to dance together.

mike wheeler who is throwing himself head first into a relationship. mike wheeler who dings the bell at scoops ahoy with the most bratty look on his face. mike wheeler who sneaks into the movies. mike wheeler who notices immediately (AGAIN) when something is wrong with will. mike wheeler who throws a surprise party for dustin’s return but looks so bored when dustin is showing him all his cool science stuff. who is just as “you have a girlfriend??” as everyone else but then obnoxiously makes a show of leaving with el. mike wheeler who pisses off hopper so much. mike wheeler who whispers in el’s ear and makes snarky comments and giggles when hopper is trying to talk to them. mike wheeler who calls hopper a piece of shit for lying and then tries to walk back into his house. who listens in terrified silence when hopper threatens him. mike wheeler who lies to el because he feels like he has to. mike wheeler who calls lucas and will because he doesn’t know how to fix his own relationship problems. mike wheeler who doesn’t know how to balance being in a relationship and being him and having friends. mike wheeler who gets broken up with and laments about it on the couch. mike wheeler who lets out a gnarly burp. mike wheeler who makes a big show of not being interested in dnd. mike wheeler who begs will not to leave when he finally gets pissed off. mike wheeler who says some mean homophobic shit because he got angry. mike wheeler who sees he hurt wills feelings and immediately apologizes and tries to make it better. mike wheeler who bikes across town in the down pour to apologize. mike wheeler who learns about will being in danger again and immediately makes a plan. mike wheeler who calls the girls and makes them join. mike wheeler who directs everyone to listen to will and then they do. mike wheeler who comes up with the sauna test plan. mike wheeler who makes dumb jokes about the dummy in the pool shed. mike wheeler who says “conspiring” like 10 million times in one episode. mike wheeler who notices (AGAIN) when something is wrong with will. mike wheeler who tells max to step away from the door before anyone else realizes something is wrong. mike wheeler who hits billy with a pipe to get him off of el. mike wheeler who holds el after she collapses from exhaustion. mike wheeler who doesn’t understand when to apologize to el so lucas has to tell him. mike wheeler who declares because i love her and i can’t lose her again in front of everyone he knows but can’t say “love makes you crazy” to her face. mike wheeler who is so so concerned that el might be using her powers too much. that’s she’s putting herself in danger. that she might feel obligated to do things she doesn’t have to. mike wheeler who does apologize to el. who tells her she should be her own person. mike wheeler who hears dustin’s code red and, even though he doesn’t look like he’s in danger, insists they find and help him. mike wheeler who argues with lucas about new coke. mike wheeler who finds time to say “they’re conspiring against me!” (again) in the most serious situation. mike wheeler who calls and calls and calls on the radio to reach the scoops troop. mike wheeler who helps el stumble out of the mall. mike wheeler who stands between el and billy and gets knocked out of the way like a fly. mike wheeler who wakes up from being unconscious and immediately finds el. holds her while she cries. mike wheeler who is so happy when will doesn’t want to join another party. mike wheeler who tries to comfort el about her lost powers. mike wheeler who says he’s going to steal cerebro all of the time. mike wheeler who sobs into his moms arms because the byers and el are moving.

mike wheeler who wastes too much time reading el’s later before school that he’s late. who’s snarky to his parents. who protests curfew. who rolls his eyes at sweetie pie. mike wheeler who is playing dnd again and growing his hair out and wearing converse and black skinny jeans. mike wheeler who feels so (stupidly) betrayed when lucas chooses basketball over dnd. mike wheeler with a c- in spanish. mike wheeler who barges into the newspaper room way too loudly. who says that’s just bullshit media propaganda. who runs after dustin to the middle school in the middle of the day. mike wheeler who once again is yelling and reacting and acting at dnd. mike wheeler who wears the stupidest outfit to california. mike wheeler who picks flowers in hawkins to bring to el. mike wheeler who’s so painfully awkward around will. mike wheeler who can’t pick up on el not being friends with angela but as soon as wills tells him about it he runs to the dj and demands that they turn the song off. mike wheeler who runs to the skate floor to help el but she leaves. mike wheeler who gets mad at will for lying to him, even when it was el who was lying to him. mike wheeler who is so shocked when el hits angela even though he’s literally seen her kill people. mike wheeler who is a little shit at dinner and makes everything worse. mike wheeler who makes el her favorite food and tries to talk about it and apologizes. who remembers to leave her door 3 inches open and tries to relate to her and tries to not be mad about her lying. mike wheeler who can’t say he loves her, even with her crying in front of him. mike wheeler who chases the cop car and promises to fix this. mike wheeler who apologizes to will in the best way. who says they should be a team. friends. best friends. mike wheeler who still doesn’t know how to fix his relationship so he keeps turning to will for advice. mike wheeler who holds a government agent as he dies in his arms. mike wheeler who is 14 and burying a body in the desert. mike wheeler who keeps saying if she would’ve taken me with her because he wants to be there. to help. to try and protect el. mike wheeler who figures out the number for nina. mike wheeler who figures out they’re calling a computer. mike wheeler who directs them to suzie. mike wheeler who tries not to curse in their house because he knows they’re religious. mike wheeler who doesn’t understand wills love confession but looks at him like he’s the goddamn sun. mike wheeler who spots el right away in the desert, shaved head and far away and all. mike wheeler who says i’m here, we’re all here. mike wheeler who makes el laugh in the pizza place even in the most serious of situations. mike wheeler with his stupid pizza glasses. mike wheeler with his distaste for pineapple pizza. mike wheeler who pulls el out of the water but has to be told to keep talking to her. mike wheeler who finally says i love you but it’s all wrong because she’s dying and she can’t respond and he’s scared and now he can’t stop saying it and you just have to fight el, fight. mike wheeler who will opens up to about the mindflayer. mike wheeler who stands next to his best friend and watches as the world caves in.

anyway. mike wheeler is the heart and anyone who says otherwise is wrong.

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In the possessed Macaque au, What do you think would make Mac snap out of his daze and try again to resist LBD’s control (even if it’s completely unsuccessful lol)

had to stop and think abt this bc maq is an asshole who doesnt have that many connections, especially at the start, since she got him before shadowplay.

swk is the obvious one, for all that he says about killing swk, he knows full well that cant happen, so hes just sprouting shit and doing things for attention bc hes angry. i think if he heard she was planning on killing swk with the samadhi fire (something that actually CAN hurt him) that would definitely make him fight back (something something "noone kills him but me")

mk is another but im not sure maq actually liked the kid much during ep9? he doesnt speak to mk at all once swk shows up and gets completely taken by surprise when mk is more than just a little swk copy (when he exhibits his own powers, after maq took swks power from him) i think he started actually liking mk after that and more after shadowplay, although if hes inside lbds head watching her fuck with mk, hed probably feel a kinship with him. maq tends to project his own feelings onto other people, so i figure he might try to break out to stop her fucking with mk more

maq is pretty self righteousness though, so i think one thing that might make him pissed off on a very deep level that she has trouble controlling is if he put all the pieces together; figured out that she orchestrated his death to start off with just because she thought he was lying to her about the future, since his future hearing didnt align with her visions. i think learning that his time in hell, losing his best friend, and everything that happened because of those, only happened bc she wanted to use him to confirm her (incorrect) visions? i think that might actually piss him off enough to throw her out of his head (at least for a little bit)

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im just letting you all know that s1 literally established that Mike’s feelings for Will went beyond friendship. That they had a special bond. Mike and Joyce were the two people that cared THE MOST about finding Will. Mike literally convinced Dustin and Lucas to look for Will. Mike let a random girl he found in the woods STAY AT HIS HOUSE INSTEAD OF SENDING HER AWAY (like he said he would) JUST BECAUSE SHE SAID SHE COULD HELP FIND WILL.

s2 further pushed this because yeah maybe Mike spent 353 days trying to call El on the walkie talkie, but he literally NOTICED EVERY SMALL THING ABOUT WILL ACTING DIFFERENT. FUCKING CRAZY TOGETHER HAPPENED? HE WENT TO WILLS HOUSE AND BEGGED JOYCE TO LET HIM IN. HE STAYED BY WILLS SIDE AT HIS HOUSE, SLEEPING ON HIS FLOOR. HE LITERALLY TOLD WILL HE WAS A SUPER SPY AND HELD HIS FUCKING HAND. HE STAYED IN THE HOSPITAL/LAB WITH WILL EVEN THOUGH HE WAS FUCKING POSSESSED AND TRYING TO MURDER EVERYONE. HE WATCHED THEM TRY TO EXORCISE IT OUT OF WILL WITH HEAT. HE TOLD WILL THAT ASKING HIM TO BE HIS FRIEND WAS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED WITH NO BACKGROUND NOISE OR MUSIC AND NO ONE ELSE EVER IN THE SHOT. HE LOOKED JEALOUS WHEN WILL DANCED WITH THAT GIRL AT THE SNOWBALL, LOOK AT THE SCENE. HIM AND DUSTIN ARE MAKING THE SAME FACE. ALSO ITS BASICALLY HIM AND JOYCE WORKING TOGETHER TO HELP WILL??

s3 looks like a shit show but IT HAS HINTS. The mall and movie scene with Lumax? Lucas said he was spending romantic time with Max… with Byler? The way Mike KNOWS Will is feeling something in the theater. the way Mike uses his Will voice. THE WAY THEY BOTH BLUSH? Also we can see Mike and El not being very into each other outside of just kissing (which El takes the lead in, ironically). The way Mike is with Will (and lucas) the entire time after lying to El and after she broke up with him. The way Mike looked at El confused when she broke up with him, but made his way across town in the rain to find Will and apologize. The best hint in s3? “Not Possible” and “I love you, too” scenes. Mike’s SMILE when Will says “not possible” to joining another party?? Come ON. Then right after that, his entire awkward demeanor with El. from the rambling about Christmas, to when she asks him if he remembers what he said in the cabin. Then when she says she loves him and kisses him, he stands there with his eyes wide open and he looks shocked. he looks confused, and even after she leaves he looks lost. When the moving truck is pulling away he looks absolutely devastated, but he still looks a bit confused and extremely lost. When he’s hugging his mom, he looks like his whole world crashed down on him. As if he hasn’t been fighting off monsters for the past two years, it looks like Will leaving crushed his entire spirit.

s4 was just so gay it’s not even funny. I’ve talked about Mike in s4 before so I’ll try to keep this short, but my guy’s room. One Way sign pointing to his closet. Buff men on posters. Cmon. The way he dresses fits him a lot, and he seems comfortable and happy in it, but the moment he’s in california he’s wearing the most heinous thing i’ve EVER seen in my life. Bro really said “fuck i gotta play the straight boyfriend roll!!” and threw together an outfit blindfolded bc he clearly can’t pretend very well. He is barely paying attention to El once he notices Will, but then acts all “hey dude broooo can’t hug that’s gay” with him?? As if he didn’t hold this mf so tight and sobbed before he moved away?? Rink-O-Mania was basically Mike staring at Will but never talking to him, then getting mad at Will for not telling him his girlfriend lied to him and being all sad the whole day (after his gf got publicly humiliated in front of the entire rink, even the DJ was in on it) Then got mad at his GF for rightfully sticking up for herself? Cant even WRITE his GF that he loves her. Fights her on THAT and calls her ridiculous, but apologizes to Will for their argument. Tells him he didn’t deserve any of it. Tells him HAWKINS ISNT THE SAME WITHOUT HIM (which basically confirms that Mike was so devastated at the end of s3 because of Will leaving, not El). Then the rest of it is mainly two gay boys pining after each other up until the junk yard (idk there were lots of cars, maybe grave digging scene is better, but i’m thinking of after digging when they’re sitting on a car) scene, where Mike literally says he should’ve just said the words she wanted to hear cuz maybe he’d be with her. He doesn’t love her, he just wants to make sure she’s safe. as he does with all the people he cares about. Then the van scene, the boy is literally staring at Will with heart eyes. He smiles so wide when he unrolls the painting, and he looks disappointed when Will talks ab El. Back in Hawkins when Will is talking about Vecna, Mike literally stares at Will like he did in s2 when Will was talking about the Mind Flayer and being a spy. He grips his Shoulder and says “we will.”, mmm parallels “he won’t”. the shoulder grab parallels the hand hold.

Added bonus: Notice how in every single season after s1, somehow El is separated from Mike, and he spends the majority of his time with Will?

In conclusion, Mike Wheeler is a boy kisser and he’s been head over heels for Will since he asked him to be his friend!!

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Hello!!! How are you? The moment I read the be creative part in the dos and donts I had this idea...now just hear me out. Jimmy and Eggsy are twins (or brothers whatever works best for u <3) separated at birth which is how they ended up w their own separate lifes. At some point they find out about each other bc of Eggsys work. The reader is Eggsys best friend who is also a Kingsman and meets Jimmy (maybe at Eggsys wedding?) And Jimmy being Jimmy is all flirty and things start to develop between them? Could you maybe write about it? Ofc only if you have time and like the idea!

Note: Hi lovely. I want to thank you for your immense patience with me.

I know that this is on the short side but I'm proud of it. Also, sorry if there is spelling mistakes and other grammatical errors, I did try and edit but I may have missed some things.

I hope that you enjoy!

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Bad boy Jimmy Keene had grown up in an unhealthy home feeling like he had been missing a part of himself. For the longest time, he tried to fill that void with anything and everything he could think of. Drugs, alcohol, cars, money, weapons and most of all, women. He loved women.

He loved how he could chill with them the way he couldn’t with a man. He loved how their hands fit in his and he loved making them moan and scream his name. He loved the powerful feeling he got when they would look at him as though he was their next meal….the feeling more than mutual.

The one thing he loved more than anything? The darkened corners of the strip clubs he would visit on a late Friday night. A Friday night much like this one.

Jimmy swaggered into the building with a confidence about him that most of the people inside could never possess. Everyone except you.

You watched from the bar as Jimmy settled into his corner before the person in your ear piece spoke.

“Focus please, agent Vivian.” Merlin spoke as he noticed the woman staring at their target.

“I am. I’m watching the target to make sure he doesn’t do anything.” You said sassily, making Eggsy laugh through the ear piece.

You and Eggsy had been friends for a very long time and when this case came up, you were paired together which was a choice that Merlin now found himself regretting.

“I still can’t believe that we found him.” Eggsy said in disbelief that they were tracking his long-lost twin brother.

That fact he even had a brother to begin with was surreal to Eggsy but to find that the brother was identical to him, that was worlds of surreal that he didn’t think existed.

Before you could reply with your two cents on the matter, Jimmy was on the move and heading straight to where you were sitting.

You hadn’t noticed it but while you were talking to your colleagues, Jimmy’s eyes had fallen upon you, and he was enamoured by you and your beauty.

“Hello gorgeous.” Jimmy greeted as he came to a stand still next to you.

Your breath hitched when you faced him. It was like you were staring at Eggsy except Jimmy had an American accent and had black hair as apposed to Eggsy’s brown hair and south London accent. Sure Eggsy was hot and fucking sexy but Jimmy seemed to put Eggsy to shame.

“Gorgeous?” You questioned with a quirked brow.

“You’re right, you’re more than that.” Jimmy said, eyeing you up and down.

It made you feel self conscious if you were being honest, even if you did think Jimmy was modeled after a Grecian god.

“Does that shit ever work for you?” You asked, somewhat unimpressed that he was trying to get into your pants.

“You go girl.” Merlin whispered, speaking to you through your ear piece.

You wanted to laugh out loud at the Scotsman, but you didn’t. You held it in.

“Come on now, I saw you watching me.” Jimmy said, leaning in a little closer.

You tried to keep your cool.

“Who says it was out of interest?” You questioned with a hint of cheek in your tone.

Jimmy’s brows raised in surprise. He had never had someone so attractive play hard to get the way you were.

“I like you.” Jimmy said, pointing his finger at you as a smirk appeared on his face.

“Good to know.” You replied.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Jimmy asked and you shrugged.

“Nothing cliché and girlie.” You told him, giving in just a little, though you could feel Eggsy’s gaze burning a hole in your brain.

“Agent Vivian, there is no time for this now.” Merlin lectured.

You cleared your throat and made excused yourself to the bathroom.

Did you return to Jimmy against Merlin and Eggsy’s wishes, perhaps. Did you have a good time, maybe. Did you and Jimmy do the deed, you weren’t one to kiss and tell.

All you knew was that this bad boy had you wrapped around his little finger.

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I know you have thots on Billy Loomis and I would like to know what they are (headcanon request; you can go spicy if you like 🔥) 😜

AHHH OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH. But like also.. I wanna warn you now, this one got kind of.. well.. dark. Spicy, yes.. But also, dark. So, please feel free to skip out if anything I mention in the warnings is a hard no.

Again, thank you! Thank you from the bottom of my black little heart! I actually had fun playing around with this, despite the fact that it does get a little darker than most of the things I've written. Again.. If after reading the warning section you feel like this isn't for you, please don't feel like you're obligated to read.

This is not meant for minors, so minors, don't you fucking dare. Also if you're not into somnophilia, mentions of blood (period sex / blood kink), corruption kink / deflowering kink, vague hints of obsessive / possessive tendencies, pain kink, body fluids, biting / marking, voyeurism, mentions of possessiveness that might lend to m*rder choking / asphyxiation and spit you are not going to wanna read any further.

Tag List; Uh.. see, what happened was that there's nobody on my tag list for horror movies and stuff, and given the nature of what I laid out here, I uh.. Kinda felt like it was safer not to tag anybody without asking. But.. If you'd like to be on my tag list, please, by all means... Click the link below.

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✯ Bisexual af. Billy Loomis is bisexual af. I strongly believe that Billy and Stu had a little something going on behind the scenes. Or that if they didn’t, he at very least had entertained the idea and maybe even certain fantasies about his best friend Stu. He’s also still kind of dealing with / struggling with the fact that he is attracted to men and women, so yeah… Just putting that out there. This is something I've come to firmly believe about him. He's bisexual but he isn't quite comfortable knowing so. There are just certain things he does, there's a certain way he and Stu act together in some scenes of the movie that in the back of my mind always kind of made me think... Hmmm. There has to be more between these two idiots.

✯ Corruption / deflowering kink. I say this because the proof is right there in the movie with the way he lords it over Sydney that they either did or nearly hooked up. I feel like if he knew you were offering up your virginity it would absolutely make him go feral. The question is, after reading the rest of this little list… Do you really want him to? Because it’s… a little bit of a wild ride.

✯ Relentless with the teasing. R E L E N T L E S S. Also doesn’t care where you happen to be when it’s started bc he knows it’ll be finished. Whether it’s in a private corner of wherever you happen to be at the moment the mood strikes, the backseat of his car / your car, your room when he sneaks in at night.

✯ Somnophilia. If he knew you were down for letting him ‘use you’ while you’re sleeping and he’s laying there having gotten himself all good and worked up watching you toss and turn or the little sounds you make, oh my god. Ugh.. He’d be all over doing it in a heartbeat.

✯ His jealous streak, oh my god. Listen, this man is absolutely possessive / territorial af. We won’t talk about what he’ll do to the other person he feels is competition -another story for another day bc unaliving / murder and that’s not what you asked for and I’m trying to keep this lighter? Anyway..- Let me just say this. When he gets you somewhere private, he’s going to show you exactly who you belong to. You will be covered in handprints, bites, hickies, you name it. And he’ll keep going until your legs are shaking and you can’t form a coherent thought. The more you beg him to stop and let you recover the more he’ll insist you have ‘one more’ in you and persuade you to keep going for him. The jealous streak takes over and he’s only worried about one thing… How many times you scream for him and not the other person - who he’s either already dealt with privately in a gruesome way or will deal with privately and in a gruesome way - .. So.. Possessive as fuck.

✯ The possessive streak extends to protecting the shit out of you too. If he were to catch someone slipping something into your drink (I knowwww this isn’t dirty and you wanted my thots but I can’t resist, okay? I cannnnt.) he would not wait to address it privately, he’d start a fucking brawl right then and there that would inevitably end with Billy making them drink the spiked substance. 

 ✯ Do.Not.Play. with this man. His anger is scary as hell and knows no bounds. I feel like this needs to be said despite the nature of the ask. Don’t pursue him because you think you want a bad boy because if you fuck around, you will find out. If he catches feelings, he gets way attached. And he’ll stop at nothing to keep you to himself. It’s a bit on the obsessive side and honestly, you should be worried. So please, for the love of God and all that’s holy just don’t play with him if you’re not prepared for the intensity he brings to the table.

✯ Okay, I’m done with the maternal warnings I feel I need to give you precious babes about this man, let’s get back to it… Billy Loomis loves pain. He loves to give/dish it out BUT… he loves to receive it most of all. So if you were to say… Take over… Bite him, slap him in the heat of the moment, pull his hair really hard, scratch hard enough to almost draw blood to the surface of his skin, holy shit. He’ll be putty in your hands. 

✯ If he’s caught in the act he’s not stopping because he gets off on being watched. And if he finds out you’re into it too? Oh my goddddd.

✯ He is very charming. Very persuasive. The kind of guy who will smoothly talk you out of your clothes before you even realize that he’s done it. He’ll get you agreeing to God only knows what before you realize it, oh my god.

✯ Despite all of the above he would never ever take advantage of you against your will. He’ll only do exactly what he knows you want / can handle. It’s hard to restrain himself sometimes but he manages. Barely, but I digress. Consent is huge for him, as is trust. (For example, the way he reacted when Sydney rightfully suspected him of the murders, ya know.. He walked away angry and hurt). So.. if you guys do get up to any one of his numerous kinks, he will tell you to come up with a stop word and if you say it, everything comes to a grinding halt.

✯ He teeters on the fine line of being a switch. He’s dominant for the most part but he does possess sub tendencies on occasion. No mistakes made, he’s primarily dominant but, but.. It’s mostly out of habit/expectation and a slight huge discomfort at not being in control / handling the side of himself that wants to take it like a good little boy. SO… if you really want him to be putty in your hands, take control once in a while.

✯ Thinks it’s sexy to spit in his partner’s mouth. Will only do it if you’re into it or it’s something you want.

✯ Has a secret stash of Polaroids in his room of you/his partner of choice in various states of orgasmic bliss, all fucked out and practically drooling and they’re like trophies to him. Nobody is allowed to see/touch them but him and he uses them often to ahem… Take care of things on his own when the need arises.

✯ For all the ladies out there - vagina owners or otherwise.. Period sex. That is all. The guy isn’t afraid of a little blood, I mean… C’mon.

✯ Speaking of blood. He has a bit of a blood kink.

✯ Loves the idea of erotic asphyxiation. Loves the sensation of cumming while something’s on his throat and cutting his breath even shorter.

✯ Speaking of choking… The space between his thumb and index finger should bear the tattoo “Your throat here” because the guy fucking loves to choke in the heat of the moment. But again, only if you’re into it.

✯ Surprisingly, he’s very very good at aftercare. Very gentle, especially if this isn’t just a one time thing between you two. Will hold you, help you get dressed / take shower with you, etc.

✯ Very into the way certain body fluids look splashed across certain parts of your body. Absolutely fucking loves it. Also likes the way you/his partners moan when he pushes his fingers into their mouth after he’s done using them on you/his partners. Probably has a photo or two of this in his little trophy box.

✯ Dirty talk, oh my god. And the man is absolutely the filthiest at it.