#hes like a barbie to me i just wanna dress him up and put him in situations

[radicalsaturdays]

this is entirely self indulgent i apologize. it will happen again

[mypoisonedvine]

#2 "where are you going dressed like that?" with Emmett! I miss your writing with Emmett and I miss your writing in general. Dinner Party is fantastic.

oh yeah that makes so much sense for him!!

warnings: smut (18+ only!!!), rough sex, d/s dynamics, established relationship, roleplay, dirty talk, daddy kink, implied age gap, hair pulling, spanking, kinda dumbification kink, no relationship to the movie/pre-apocalypse, no plot just filth!

You bit your lip with excitement as you saw yourself in the mirror, surprised by how well the look fit you. Who knew something Emmett picked out could end up being fashionable? Or maybe you just 'look good in anything' like he said, but that was surely just flattery.

You tried to act nonchalant as you walked past him towards the door, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He looked up from his newspaper at you, and you smirked to yourself when you heard the loud crinkle of him setting it down suddenly.

"Where the hell do you think you're goin' dressed like that?" he asked roughly, standing up as you turned around to face him.

"Like what?" you asked innocently.

"Look how short your skirt is," he growled, stalking closer to you, his heavy boots making a much more intimidating sound when they hit the floor. "You're hardly even wearing a shirt--"

"This is trendy!" you defended.

"How come I can see through it?!" he snapped. "What do you think people are gonna think when they see you like this? What do you think men are gonna think?"

"I don't know... that I'm fashionable?" you shrugged.

He stepped right up to you, making you blink up at him as you tried not to show your nervousness, or excitement, or arousal. "You look like a slut, babydoll," he explained lowly. You loved the way that word sounded in his voice: slut. Just the right amount of insulting and sexy all together.

"I'm sorry, daddy," you batted your eyes at him. "But I'm grown, I can wear whatever I want. See ya later!"

You didn't even make it one step away before he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back, making you gasp and whimper. "Think just 'cause you're grown, you can act like a brat?"

You tried to shake your head, but he was holding it too tightly-- and then a second later, he was shoving you down and bending you over the couch, delivering a harsh smack to your ass (which was barely covered by the tight skirt). "Daddy!" you yelped in faux shock-- well, it wasn't entirely acting. Sure, you knew where this was going, but you didn't expect him to be quite this rough... not that you were complaining.

"If you wanna act like a big girl, you're gonna get treated like one," he warned, spanking you roughly again as your knees pressed together. "And if you wanna look like a whore, you're gonna get treated like one'a those, too."

He pushed the skirt up over your ass to reveal the lacy, Barbie-pink thong, and you heard him growl through his teeth.

"Knew this was what you wanted," he growled, rubbing his hand over your ass and groping it in that way that just made you tense up in anticipation of your spanking. "Only one reason a girl gets dressed up like this-- wanted somebody to put you in your place. You don't need to leave the house for that, honey, daddy's right here to teach you some manners."

He hit you again, and again, and again-- three hard slaps right to the curve of your ass that made your legs wobble and your hands grip weakly at the couch under you. "Fuck," you moaned, fluttering your eyes shut as the sting dissipated and your skin started to feel hot.

"Look't this pretty ass," he cooed, "think I should hit it 'til you've got a nice big handprint right here?"

"No, daddy, please," you begged, "I'll be good-- you don't need to hit me that much..."

"So then what do you need, princess?" he asked sweetly, grabbing a rougher handful of your ass. "What do you need to learn your lesson?"

"U-um..." you stalled, not sure what to say.

"See, daddy knows what you need," he explained. "So just shut up and take it."

He hit you until your legs were giving out, and you were crumpling down onto the couch under you with weak little sobs. You were crying out like it hurt you, which it did, but you were arching your back deeper, too.

When he stopped suddenly, you heard him opening his belt and you really didn't know if he was just taking his cock out or if he was going to hit you with that, too. All you did was try to straighten your legs again to take whatever he would give you-- like a good girl.

He hooked a finger into your barely-there panties and pulled them to the side, chuckling lowly at how wet you were.

"Soaked through this cheap lace, baby," he noticed proudly. "You like when daddy gives you some discipline?"

You nodded and bit your lip, but it fell wide open in a gasp when he roughly shoved his cock inside you, all the way. "Ow! Fuck, Em, s'too deep," you yelped, reaching behind you and trying to push his hips back, but he grabbed your wrist and held it down in front of you, only rutting into you faster and deeper in response.

"Nuh uh, babydoll," he scolded, "you're gonna take it all. S'what you fuckin' deserve-- you're gonna take all of this fuckin' dick."

You whined and tried to arch your back away, but there was no escape from how deep he was inside you, nor how hard he was fucking you.

Even though it did hurt, in a certain way, you knew it was what you needed. Each thrust made you whine and choke, until you finally went limp and accepted it; your eyes rolled back and your whimpers turned into needy moans. "There she is," he growled, "there's my little cockwhore."

You hated how much you loved when he talked like that. And he knew it, too, because he smiled as he felt you get even wetter where he drove himself into you.

"So fuckin' stupid for dick," he noticed with a purr. "Head's all empty now, huh? Just wanna get fucked, don't wanna think? Don't worry, baby, you don't need to. I don't give a fuck what you think. I just like the way you take my cock inside you, that's all that matters."

"Daddy," you panted desperately, legs shaking with the effort to try to hold yourself up. These heels certainly didn't make it any more comfortable.

"You look so fuckin' cute like this," he praised darkly. "Dressed like a bimbo, drooling for cock... I could just come in you right now and leave, then would you learn your lesson? Learn that all a cheap slut deserves is to get used and filled and left with come running down her legs?"

"Nooo, daddy, please," you pouted, barely able to string words together with how he was pounding you into the couch.

"Okay, princess," he offered sweetly, "I'll make you come first. But when I'm rubbing your poor little clit until you can't take anymore, and making you come until you pass out, you're gonna wish you'd taken me up on my offer when you had the chance..."

[blue-jisungs]

indirect kisses

author's note. i started writing it ages ago but yes here we go (i thought id be cuter but meh take it or leave it)

summary. two clueless idiots in love, literally

the first time you do it, he’s oblivious. well, he senses something’s "wrong" by the reaction of his friends but doesn’t seem to notice what.

you’re hanging out at the coffee shop, the eight of you giggling at some jokes. you’re currently teasing sunghoon while you wait for your drinks.

the seating is kind of weird but it’s almost a miracle that such a small room fitted you all. you’re seated next to jungwon, at the end of the couch while the older members are in front of you. sunoo and niki are on jungwon’s left.

suddenly the device that you got from the waitress started beeping – a sign that your order is ready to pick up. you stood up, grabbing the item.

“wait for me! i’ll help you!” jungwon said and followed you. you grinned and with his help you were able to carry the eight drinks back to the table.

you sat down and continued your conversation that already shifted to a different topic. everyone got something else to drink, so you took a sip of your boba and took a quick look at jungwon. he was hesitantly mixing his iced coffee with the straw, listening to the convo.

you took another sip and he suddenly looked at you, catching you staring. as you felt your cheeks beat up, you had to come up with a good cover quickly.

his smile grew when you put the drink near him.

“wanna try? or switch? you don’t seem to enjoy yours” you giggled quietly.

jungwon took your drink and sipped through the straw, not thinking much about it. his eyes widened, nodding his head.

“woah it’s so good! you can try mine if you want?” he offered and you did the same, drinking his coffee through the straw.

jungwon looked away for a second. because of that he missed your playful smile, however, he caught a glimpse of jay and heeseung exchanging looks.

another time happens when no one is around and only after thinking about it at the end of the day, jungwon realised it may have been an indirect kiss.

you were just finishing your makeup, jungwon laying on his bed and scrolling through tiktok.

“are you ready yeeeeet?” he whined. you were going to the cinema to see barbie, it would be just you, him and jay so he didn’t understand why’d you care so much. but then again, the pink dress code was a must – so here you were, putting oily lipgloss on your pink lips.

jungwon suddenly halted and watched you apply the product, mesmerised. when you were done you smacked your lips and smiled, suddenly catching eye contact with him through the mirror.

“want some?” you asked teasingly, sure he’d reject.

but it was so oily and shiny… and probably smelled nicely. and his lips were a bit dry…

“yeah!” he grinned and got up excitedly like a kitten. in no time he was next to you, all giggly.

you put your lipgloss on his lip precisely, smiling softly.

“done! let’s go now, hm?” you titled your head and moved your gaze back to his eyes, sparkling with joy.

they say third time’s the charm. well, it wasn’t necessarily a charm, quite the opposite: you two were acting so awkward afterwards.

but it definitely made something shift in jungwon.

you were just saying goodbyes after hanging out with the boys. it all happened so quick, jungwon didn’t even realise at first.

you leaned in to place a farewell kiss on his cheek but someone called him, causing him to turn his head. then he felt his lips brush against yours.

“eeek!” you shrieked surprised and leaned away, looking at him in shock.

“–those cool cards! jungwon…?” jake asked, not aware what he just did.

heeseung shook his head, looking at both of you: cheeks going red, blown pupils, nervous fiddling of fingers.

“yeah, uhm… oh, look! my bus is here! bye, goodnight!” you yelled out in panic and before jungwon could mutter a bye, you were already hopping on the bus.

“what…” he mumbled, touching the corner of his lips.

that’s when he realised.

he has a crush on you.

jungwon tried to play it cool, as if he wasn’t affected by you. two weeks have passed since you accidentally kissed and yet, he couldn’t help but replay the memory in his head. he was more nervous and sense around you, which you tried to ignore.

trying to think of an excuse to ease up the tension, you bought some sweets and went to visit them.

they were playing games and because it was jungwon’s turn, jay opened the door for you. you could see how the younger one tensed a bit once he realized you’re here. jay noticed a sad glint in your eye but couldn’t react.

"i brought something sweet!" you called, causing sunoo and sunghoon to turn around with curiosity.

unpacking the sweets, jungwon’s turn ended. riki, heeseung and jake who were playing with him joined you.

"do you have chips? or ramyeon? hee ate the last one yesterday" jake asked, sticking his head between your and sunoo’s arm. you giggled, shaking your head.

"nope, sorry. i can go grab some quickly if you want” you hummed and caught jungwon’s ebony eyes on you.

"okay, that’s great! you can grab some coke while you’re at it–" riki grinned and jungwon smacked him gently.

"i’ll go with you" he said softly, the boys exchanging looks. you nodded and grabbed the empty bag, going towards the door.

sunghoon wanted to chime in that he’ll go too but jay put a hand over his mouth just in time.

"we’ll be back in a moment" you called and jungwon closed the door.

the walk to the store was quite awkward. hands in pockets, jungwon strangely didn’t speak – and you didn’t either, sending w weird atmosphere between you two.

you grabbed the stuff the boys wanted and some matcha flavored pocky for you.

"i’ll pay" were the first words that jungwon said, voice stern but soft. you didn’t even have the chance to argue because he already put his credit card to the reader, grabbing the bag.

you huffed and grabbed the pocky, opening it. focused on grabbed the sweets carefully not to break them, you didn’t notice it was pouring outside.

"y/n" jungwon called when you put one in your mouth. just in time he put his hand in front of you, preventing you from stepping right in the rain.

you looked at him, eyes wide. jungwon cursed mentally at how cute you were right now–

"oh, right. my bad" you mumbled and stepped back, squeezing himself next to him "what do we do now?"

you munched on the pocky and shook your head. jungwon looked at you, tightening his lips.

„we wait" he mumbled, palms sweating. he hated this. why it all feels so stiff and different?

"you want some?" you asked, pointing at the pocky.

jungwon wasn’t thinking clear.

he leaned in and took a bite of the picky that you held between your lips instead of taking one of the box.

eyes widening and bloody rushing to your cheeks at the sudden proximity. jungwon realized what he’s doing and saw your reaction. leaning away with a gasp and face as red as the border:carnival cover.

"y– i’m… well, i didn’t– wh…" he stuttered.

"if you wanted to kiss me you just could’ve said so" you scoffed and he realized something: you were totally serious.

chewing on the pocky, you stuck your gaze at the droplets falling on the pavement.

"i don’t know what’s going on with you lately but… if i did anything wrong, i’m sorry" your voice was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear you.

"no! i mean… no, you didn’t. it’s just that… i think i like you, like… like like you more than a friend" jungwon was stuttering over his own words, his stomach turning into a tight knot out of anxiety. he shouldn’t have said this. he just ruined your whole friendship, didn’t he?

for a moment you both stared at the rainfalls dripping from the small awning above you. the soothing sound made you forget about what he you said.

"wait, you like me?" you yelped, turning around at him. you almost dropped the pocky box "i like you too!"

"huh?" he tilted his head, blinking in surprise.

"i’m sorry junnie but you’re so oblivious. i… i’ve been giving you signs… i think” you mumbled and saw him shake his head "the coffee shop? the lipstick? and…"

"oh" his eyebrows shot up "i’ve been dying. can i kiss you properly now?"

"yes, please" you murmured. jungwon stepped closer and put the shopping bag on the floor, taking the pocky from your hands. putting it to the bag, you two looked at each other with flushed cheeks.

then, he cupped your cheeks gently. his hands were cold but you didn’t mind. the beautiful ebony eyes of his scanned your face for a while before he finally leaned in, plush lips landing on yours.

the faint taste of the sweetness lingered on your lips, jungwon melting. he felt like he was on cloud nine, the kiss gentle and tender. suddenly, he felt your hands sneaking around his waist. when the lack of oxygen started to make its (lack of) presence, the boy pulled away. he looked like an excited kitten, eyes sparkling.

"can we do that more often?" he hummed, lips forming into a mischievous smirk.

"we can if we’re making it official" you teased, nudging his arm. he nodded and grabbed the bag.

"i’d be more than happy to do so" jungwon said, not able to resist his smile and excitement in his voice "let’s just… don’t tell the boys, yet"

you nodded and quickly pecked his lips before sneaking a hand into his.

"let’s go back then, they’ll get suspicious" you nodded. jungwon intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

when you came back at the dorms, the younger ones (and sunghoon) only noticed your wet hair and dripping clothes. jay, heeseung and jake though saw the way your eyes glimmered when you looked at each other and the pretty pink shade of your cheeks.

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Scared Half to Death | Bucky Barnes x reader

Hi! I haven't posted a fic in forever. School has been a nightmare.

I literally wrote this in under an hour lol it's very short and not my best. But I just wanted to get something kinda Halloween-y out there in time to celebrate!

🎃👻🎃👻🎃Happy Halloween! 👻🎃👻🎃👻

Warnings: blood, Bucky's anxiety, injury

Bucky pulled his hand from the doorknob with a disgusted expression. A thick, sticky substance coated his palm and dotted his fingers. He rolled his eyes at whichever small child had covered his door handle in candy residue while he was gone. But just as he tried to wipe the syrupy remnants on his jeans, the color caught his eye. The flash of red sent shockwaves through his system. 

He’d stepped away from the apartment for just a few minutes, only long enough to replenish his candy supply for the next wave of trick-or-treaters. But in the short time that he was gone, something terrible- something violent- must’ve taken place. 

He dropped the candy to the floor and struggled to yank his keys from the lock, his hands shaking with anxiety. And when he finally burst through the door of the apartment he shared with you, he only found more carnage. 

Droplets of blood dotted the floor. They coagulated against the tile and wormed their way into the grout, staining it red. Bucky’s stomach turned. A leaden knot formed in his gut and weighed him down like an anchor. Where were you? Was this your blood? Were you hurt- were you dead?

He followed the gruesome path like a trail of breadcrumbs, fearing what he’d find at their end.  Only a few hours ago, everything was perfect. He’d sat with you as you got dressed for your best friend’s Halloween party. He rested on the bed you shared and delighted in watching you dance around the room as you did your make up and put on your costume. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” you asked as you shimmied into your costume.

“I’m sure, baby. It’s not really my thing,” he shrugged. “You know how I am with big crowds. Plus, Halloween is a little weird for me. People dress as my friends-” He swallowed hard, “people dress as a version of me that I try not to think about… it’s just not for me.”

“Yeah…” 

Silence filled the room. Guilt coursed through your body with each beat of your heart. Part of you itched to change out of your costume and forget the whole thing.

“You know, I don’t have to go-”

Bucky stood from the bed and made his way to your side, “Yes, you do.”

A stern expression crossed your face, “I really don’t. And I shouldn’t ditch you for a stupid party-” 

“You’re not ditching me,” he said. “You love this party! You look forward to Kelly’s-” he paused, struggling to remember the name of the shindig. “What does she call it again? Her Creep-Tastic?”

You laughed, “Spook-tacular!”

“Right!” Bucky rolled his eyes at his attempt. “You look forward to her Spook-Tacular every year! And I’m not gonna let you miss it just because I don’t wanna go.” He took your face in his hands, careful not to mess up your make up. Never had anyone made him felt so loved, so cared for. You put him first at every turn, prioritizing his wellbeing and his mental health above all else. You sacrificed so much for him in the early stages of your relationship; the last thing he wanted was for you to miss out on the party you’d looked forward to for the last eleven months. 

“Seriously, doll, I’m gonna be fine. I’ll hand out candy to the kids and watch some tv,” he shrugged. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

It wasn’t a trick or a test; Bucky didn’t secretly hope you’d choose him instead of the party. He only wanted you to be happy. And you knew he meant every word he said. 

“Okay. Then tell me…” you did a quick spin, “how do I look?”

Bucky eyed you up and down, drinking in the neon pink and highlighter yellow leotard. The electric yellow kneepads. The pink visor. The bright yellow high-top sneakers. 

“You look amazing, Barbie. You belong in the Dream House!”

Not soon after that, you left. He’d walked you to your Uber and made you promise to be safe. He’d told you that he loved you. And that was the last time he saw you.

Until now. 

The trail of blood ended with you. Bucky discovered you sprawled on your back on the living room rug, your body soaked with blood. Smears of red coated your neck and stained your arms. Your clothes were saturated with gore. This Barbie didn’t belong in the Dream House; she belonged in a nightmare. 

“Oh, god-” Bucky made his way to your side and sunk to his knees, breathless. “Baby, hey- can you hear me? Open your eyes, look at me-” His fingers traced your neck in search of a pulse, desperately scrounging for even a flutter of life. 

And there it was- your pulse. You were still alive; your heart still managed to beat despite the blood loss. 

But Bucky’s gratitude only lasted a moment. He still had to find your wound and stop the bleeding. He had to call 911. He had to keep your heart beating. 

His hands scrounged across your abdomen in search of a stab wound or evidence of a gunshot. But just as he reached for your side, you made a sound.

Did he heard that right? Did you… giggle?

“Whaaaaaaat’re you doin’, Barnes?” you laughed. “Don’t tickle meeeee!” 

Bucky’s gaze shot from your blood-soaked clothes to your face. “Baby?”

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Barbie!” you slurred, your face plastered with a smile. “Oh, nooooo- wait, you’re just Ken!” A fit of laughter exploded from your chest as you sang, “I’mmm juuuuust KEN! Anywhere elssssse, I’d beeee a TEN-” A sudden contemplative look banished your lighthearted spirit. “But you reeeeally are a ten, Buck… and I mean that.”

Bucky remained frozen. He was lost, confused. Were you woozy from blood loss? Or alcohol? Were you even hurt? Did you need an ambulance or a cold shower? 

“Baby, are you hurt? Are you okay?” He took your face in his hands, “Why are you covered in blood?”

“Because this Barbie hugged her friend!” 

A befuddled expression took over Bucky's face. "What?"

The room spun as you struggled to sit up. Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat; if you were hurt, you needed to lie down. You needed to stop moving and let him dress your wound. But you moved without wincing, without crying out in pain. Sure, you swayed from side to side just a little in your intoxicated state. But that was the worst of it. 

“I huuuuuugged Kelly! But Kelly was aaactually Carrie! Y’know, the girl covered in pig’s blood,” you laughed. “It kiiiinda ruined my costume a little. Buut, now I look like Scary Barbie! So s’okay.”

A deep sigh of relief filled Bucky’s lungs. He rocked back off of his knees and plopped down onto his butt. His bloody hands covered his face. “Then what are you doing on the floor, sweetheart?”

“Sometiiiiimes… sometimes ya just gotta lay on the floor. Y’know?” You shrugged, “And I didn’t wanna get allllll the blood on the couch.”

He nodded.

"I guess I fell asleep for a hot sec," you shrugged. "I was just waiting on ya to get home."

Bucky did his best to regulate his breathing, to calm the aggressive tsunami of anxiety that drowned his every cell. His entire world came crashing down the moment he found you on the floor, and now, he had to put it back together. 

“You okay, Buck? I came home early cause I missed yooou- I missed you sooooo much,” you placed a bloodied hand on his face. “But I didn’t mean to ruin your night to yourself. I’m sorry…”

“No, you didn’t ruin anything. It’s not that at all. It’s- baby, I thought…” he shook his head. “I thought you were hurt. I thought you were…” He didn’t want to finish his sentence. 

“Ohhhhh no, I’m fine! I’m okay! I’m druuuunk…” you laughed, “But I’m okay!”

Bucky pulled you close, grateful that the blood clinging to your skin came out of a bottle. "I know that now, I'm just..." he took a deep breath. "It's just gonna take a minute for my body to catch up with my brain." He let his hand roam up and down your spine. He needed to feel you breathe, feel your voice vibrate against his palm. Seeing you like that- bloody and unresponsive- on the floor of the home you shared nearly scared him to death.

This wasn't the kind of Halloween scare that flooded your system with pins and needles and left you laughing. No, this stripped him of all breath, of all ability to think. It cut him to the bone.

He never wanted to imagine you getting hurt, about you getting killed. For him, losing your was a fate worse than death.

The two of you sat there together in the quiet calm as Bucky remembered how to breathe. He held onto you as tightly as he could without leaving bruises, and didn't care than you'd stained his white shirt with your gory mess.

“I’m glad you’re home, doll. And that you’re okay," he said after his heart returned to its normal pacing. "I just- I didn’t expect Bloody Barbie.”

You shrugged, “no one ever does.”

Bucky let out a loud laugh that echoed off the walls and made your heart flutter. “Alright, we need to clean you up and get you to bed, baby. I think we’ve both had enough Halloween shenanigans for the year.”

You allowed him to help you to your feet and guide you to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He was always there for you when you needed him, even without you asking. You knew he'd protect you, do anything for you- he'd even scrub fake blood from your nail beds.

"Buck?" you whispered as he helped you into bed.

"Yeah, baby?"

"You're soooo much better than Ken."

He knew it was a genuine, drunken compliment, but it nearly made him burst out laughing. "Thank you, doll. Yeah, I prefer Allan anyway."

"Saaaaaaame," you sighed, melting into your pillow.

Bucky tucked the covers around you and made sure your water was within reach. He placed a kiss to your forehead, once again thanking his lucky stars that you were home safe.

"Goodnight, Barbie."

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[minispidey]

04: Barbie and the Giftshopist.

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader. previous part. series masterlist.

04. Breaking into a museum with Barbie!

warnings: breaking and entering??? none really.

note: italics are the boys in headspace talking ❤️

As usual, it was as if you and Steven were in sync: showering, preparing, and dressing up at the same time before walking towards your doors and opening them in unison.

"Steven!" you smiled brightly at him as you stepped out of your flat and locked it "Okay! I got our whole afternoon to dinner planned out. I made a list~"

"Alright." he laughs "What's first?"

You crumpled the paper and threw it behind you "Shopping." you grabbed his arm and pulled him into the elevator fast.

You drove to the nearest furniture shop and practically dragged Steven inside "Come on! You need a proper table. Just because it's doe-able doesn't mean it's good enough."

"I don't got the money, love."

"Who said you're paying?"

Steven was a moth to a flame. He loved the clear difference between you and him. You were this big ball of energy, a magnet pulling him in. You were a bit of a ditz, but you had an incredible job and lifestyle, and he was just a giftshopist.

Maybe he doesn't deserve you.

"Alright. No more self-sabotaging. Just enjoy your date." Marc said from the headspace, groaning.

"I'm trying." he mumbled. Steven watches you look at different dining tables, knocking and asking for other colors and types of wood.

"Gosh… I've always wanted one like that," he whispered to himself "A little too expensive, though. I could never ask you to–"

"Stevie, come on!" you giggled.

You went further into the back where there wasn't any staff and settled on an oak table "I think this is it!" you lifted yourself and sat on it, letting your slip-on heels fall with two clicks.

"Alright. It's-" Steven's eyes widened at the price "...pricey."

"It's my treat, Stevie. Consider it uh... a gift! To commemorate our date and many more to come, I hope?"

He blushes, nodding "Yeah! Of course." he sets his hand on the table, beside your thigh "Maybe, you know... dinner one of these nights? I'll cook you something."

"Smooth. Don't forget to breathe." Jake chuckled.

You started giggling "I can't say no to that. Totally! I didn't know you can cook."

"You can't." Marc sighs.

"Yeah, I can." Steven took his hand off the table and knelt in front of you taking your heels "What else do you have planned in that list of yours? Anything you wanna do's fine with me."

"Well, Vogue released an article for the top most romantic dates and one of them is at a museum! Which I would personally enjoy, but you already work there." you shrugged "How about we shop until my ankles bruise and top it off with dinner?"

"Woah there, love. Wouldn't want to ruin your shoes now, would you?" he joked as he slipped your heels on your feet.

"Gosh, you're so right! I should buy a new pair to replace these ones!"

It looked brand new to Steven which puzzled him for a second.

"Let's go pay— well, I'll pay— and I'll have it delivered tomorrow." you grab his hand and hop off the table, walking back to the front of the store and placing your credit card down "Put it in my card. We'll take the one in the back."

He watched you with a faint, incredulous smile as the cashier took the card and rang it up. You were a madwoman, a sweet, generous madwoman, and he was in love.

It wasn’t even that the table was expensive, though it was— it was that you’d do this for him that meant so much.

In fact… this wasn’t just his favorite date. It was one of his favorite moments he could remember.

What an enchanting woman you were.

The two of you stopped by a bookstore, dragging him inside. The comforting smell of the books relaxed you and you began to read the titles of the ones lined up on the shelves. One looked old and intrigued you. You took it out and smelled the pages, making Steven smile.

He wandered off on his own, spotting a couple of classic novels before stopping in front of the Egyptology area. Steven checks out a few books, skimming through the pages before the old shopkeep coughs and points at a no reading sign.

"Sorry." Steven closes the book before setting it down. You found him and took his hand, heading deeper into the shop "I wanna look for something."

"Something?"

"Classic. Also one of the reasons why I love romance."

"What's this mysterious book?" he chuckled.

"Pride and Prejudice." you smiled "A prideful shy arrogant man with bad social skills and a prejudiced independent young woman fall in love. The best enemies to lovers book to exist. But then again I didn't read it yet, I watched the movie and the series..."

"Really? Maybe I'll watch it some other day."

"Totally! So, Egyptian history books again?"

"Research. I donated off some of my books from the pile we made last week so I can get new ones. I promise I won't get more than five." he laughs, holding up three books he picked.

"Aw, good for you!"

You placed his purchased books into the back of your car and drove off with him "There were a couple'a Pride and Prejudice books back there. Why'd you didn't get one?"

"Well," you let out a sigh "I wanted to get like, the original one. As in, original release."

"Original release? When was it released?"

"Eighteen–thirteen I think."

Steven stops to think "Love, that book was published over two–hundred years ago."

"And?"

"I don't think you'd be-" he stops himself "Maybe you'll get lucky next time."

"I hope so!" you turn your head towards him "I've been wanting it for so long! Ever since I watched Kiera Knightley, I was never the same! That was love and I refuse to read Pride and Prejudice unless it's the original one."

Steven was worried when you took your eyes off the road and held on to the wheel "Careful!"

"Oops! Sorry~" you giggled as you turned your head back "We should go on a walk to the restaurant! Maybe just a few minutes away."

"We could." he nodded "I'm just worried about your shoes. Are you sure you want to walk on cobblestones in heels, love?"

"I'll be fine! It would be so romantic and-"

"-totes not amazing!" you whimpered while you sat down outside the restaurant and Steven was kneeling down to try and fix your heels.

You two finished eating your dinners and you were still mopey about your pretty pink heels "These were the cutest kitten heels I had and I forgot these were Tommy! It's so hard to find these."

"Sorry, love. I should've stopped you harder." Steven looked up at you.

"No, Stevie. It's fine. I'm the one who insisted on having a romantic walk." you sighed "Can you get the car?"

After a few minutes, he (Jake) managed to drive the car to the restaurant where you waited and he switched to Steven before getting out of the driver's seat. You got up before tripping down because of your broken heel.

"Love, are you alright?" Steven helps you up and slip off your heels.

"I'm okay..." you took your broken heels and opened the trunk of your car, tossing it in before taking out your emergency pink fluffy slippers.

You both entered the car and drove away. It was a quiet drive as you stared straight ahead with a frown, no sign of your usually happy and cheery self present.

Steven thought he ruined it. He should've helped you with the date but instead, he just laid back and let you do whatever. He felt bad. He shouldn't, but he did. Even Marc is trying to tell him the heel wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry, Stevie... I just wanted to have a really romantic and nice night and my heels ruined it..." you broke the silence a minute later.

"It's alright, love. You don't need to apologize. I enjoyed it anyways. All I really wanted was to be by your side..."

Your eyes lit up and the car slows down in the empty road "Really?"

"We don't even need to go out with a grand plan. Honestly, dates aren't my thing and I'm not good at it. But the times we just hang around in my flat are romantic to me." he smiled at you "Home-cooked dinner, a movie, and you."

You smiled back at him and you realized that he was the perfect man for you. You didn't want to let him go.

"What was that article again— oh, top best dates, right? A museum. Do you still want to go?"

You checked the time "Are you sure it's still open? It's already 10:43..."

"It will be." Steven held up a keychain. You kept staring at the key and he knew you didn't get it "We're gonna break in— well, not break in. I have the key, so. Not breaking in. Besides, I work there."

"Oh my gosh, Stevie!" you cover your mouth, smiling "Isn't this like, totes illegal?"

"Not if we don't get caught."

"Who are you and what did you do to Steven?" Jake laughed from the headspace. Steven ignored his comment and looked at you in the eyes.

"You know what? We've been doing what I want this whole time. Let's do it!" you drove off quickly, excited because of the idea. Steven was happy to see you smile again, and he was sure about his idea.

You parked away from the museum itself and both of you snuck to the door, Steven opening the locks with his keys. He opened it a bit and let you in. He shuts the door immediately and the museum is dark, but it amazes you.

You could still see the artifacts with the moonlight peeking in through the windows. You walked around and smiled as Steven talked about some of the artifacts in the Egypt gallery "And you work at the gift shop? Gosh. You could be a tour guide or something..."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Totes!" your voice echoed throughout the room "I mean, you should totally apply for it or something. Those books are paying off real well."

Before he knew it, hours passed and you sat in front of a statue, making you curious "Who's this?"

"That's a Caryatid. She was a pillar used to support a roof." Steven looks at it and sits next to you "Caryatid is Greek for maidens of Caryae. She's one of six maidens, the Caryatids of Erechtheion."

"Six?" you turn to him "Where's the other five?"

"Athens from what I remember."

"While she's the only one here in London?" you stared sadly at the statue again "That's so sad... she has sisters and she hasn't been with them for god knows how long... it's so sad..."

Steven looked at you and nodded "It is..." his heart was crushed after understanding what you meant. But it did make his heart skip a beat when you cared for a statue.

"You know, if I had to steal one and give it back, would want to give her back..." you whispered, touching the base with your hand.

After that night, you didn't see Steven for two weeks. You were worried but didn't want to overstep your boundaries.

Was your date really that bad?

You missed having to step outside and see his face every day. It made you a little depressed too. It was yet another morning without Steven's greetings and you picked up the newspaper from outside your door before walking to your bed and opening it up to read the latest news.

As you were about to take a sip of your morning drink, you dropped it by accident upon seeing the article.

The Homecoming Triumph: Athens Welcomes the 6th Caryatid Statue.

UP NEXT: what happened to steven in the last two weeks?!

tags: @red-hydra @monsterroonio @pastelpinkpilatesprincess @letmehavemyfictionalmen @uncle-eggy @superduckmilkshake @3zae-zae3

[count-alucard-tepes]

What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

[thebardisabird]

this is the first request ive ever made, but how would the boys react to a classic Bimbo reader? with classic blonde hair, pink clothes, expensive bags and nails, stuff like that😭 this may be a bit strange so dont answer if you dont wanna, i was just curious. thank you so much lmao 😭

We know her, we love her, she’s that girl!

So Osomatsu immediately goes gaga for you. I’m talking heart eyes, drooling, unable to think coherent thoughts kind of enamored. From your pretty long eyelashes, to your super short mini skirt to pink boot heels - he can’t seems to pick a spot where he wants to look! Every single inch of you sings sex appeal and he’s listening very intently. He knows he definitely cannot afford you tho - so he might pull off the same stunt he did for Chibimi and just about sell his soul to get a date with you. (Honestly when I think of all the characteristics you describe matched with Oso I think of @girlymatsu ‘s oc Erina-chan who is super cute and fun, please check them out, you can tell they put a lot of love in their art and you'll absolutely love their oc)

Karamatsu sees your fashion sense and instantly wants to be the Ken to your Barbie. You have this it girl factor that draws him in and with the sway of your hips and the wink of your pink, glittery shadowed eye, he’s completely under your spell. If you so choose to give him the time of day, he pays you compliment after compliment, and will take you out on a date to get coffee or a nice meal depending on what you’d like. If we’re talking about a classic bimbo trope where you’re a little on the less well-read side, then he might find it cute that you don’t really know how to pronounce some of the words of the meals or coffee drinks and he’ll try to use the opportunity to teach you some fancy words. You actually find his poses and flowery speech kinda funny, because he sounds like a poem out loud.

Choromatsu has no idea how you're even talking to him right now. He's seen you plenty of times and never ever imagined you would even say two words to him other than like... "Excuse me" if he was standing in your way. You are so far removed from all the things that encompass his life. Yet when you tell him that his favorite has super cute outfits and that you were thinking about becoming one yourself because you love the idea of all the glitz and glamour it brings, he short-circuits. You're already so gorgeous, to think of you being in cutesy outfits and dancing around? And he's allowed to talk to you? Associate with you??? The man is ready to die happy. But not as happy as when you dress up in his favorite idol's outfit - only it looks ten times better on you because your bigger chest and ass. While you don't exactly understand his love for anime, manga, and other more nerdy things, you humor him because he's just so cute when his little froggy face lights up the way it does!

Ichimatsu is intimidated entirely by you and will actively go out of his way to avoid you. You are like a beacon of light far too bright and undeserving for him to ever even get close to. Luckily for him, you notice one day that he's looking into the window of a cat cafe and you finally tap him on his shoulder and ask about whether he likes cats or not. It takes about everything he has not to throw up on the spot, but he is seriously questioning his life and whether or not some god above is about to smite him. You try to explain to him that you actually really love kitties as you point to your kitten paw choker and show him your baby pink matching kitten paw nails. At some point he realizes that you're not fucking with him and he slides out of fight or flight mode and into general nervousness. It takes a while before you can actually get him to speak (you're literally such a bombshell against his disheveled-ness, he feels very grateful that he's conscious enough to give you short answers instead of fainting like his body wants him to), but you eventually give him your number. When you part ways, then he slumps to the ground, but with the tiniest of smiles on his face.

Jyushimatsu actually makes you nervous. It's very clear that you're super attractive and bubbly, but there is a genuine sweetness to him that makes him stick out from all the other meatheads who try to normally get your attention. The yellow clad matsu isn't very subtle about staring at you and your appearance, but you honestly don't mind it when he says things like "Your hair reminds me of the sun!" or "You look like a pretty pink cloud today, haha!" The guy is just so adorable it makes you giggle. And when he smiles right back (even bigger than his usual grin), it makes you blush a bit. You end up leaving lipgloss on his cheeks all the time because you just find him so cute.

Todomatsu can't get enough of you once he gets to know you! You two feed off of each other's cutesy personalities. And since pink is both of your signature colors, you guys end up matching outfits a lot. Though the price to pay with you two being so matchy-matchy is that everyone else literally cannot stand being around you two lol. But that's fine to either of you because you both just chalk it up to them being rude and jealous and you pay it no mind...it's either that dynamic orrrrr you end up hating each others guts because only one of you can be the cutest in Akatsuka. Though that scenario ends up in an enemies to lovers situation because even though Todomatsu says he can't stand you - he definitely admits to himself (and only to himself at first) that you are positively gorgeous and the only person worthy of being at his level of pretty in pink.

[saintharrington]

— sugar daddy steve.

contents: 18+ content! minors DNI! sugar daddy!steve, sub!steve, begging, f receiving oral.

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“what about this one, stevie?” you ask your doting boyfriend, holding the pink dress up against your frame — its short, and has pretty frills around the hem, and it’s so sweet that steve might melt right then and there.

“i think you’ll look perfect in that, sweetheart. you wanna try it on? or you wanna look for some more?” steve hums, taking the dress and draping it over his arm with the other pieces and the abundance of bags he had resting in the crook of his elbow.

you can’t help the blush that blossoms over your face at the compliment, even though you should be entirely used to his sweet talking and his need to spoil you rotten. he loved to give, give, give. it was how he showed you he loved you, to put his girl in only the finest of things, making sure your nails were always perfect and your hair was done and at any given time, there would be multiple blooming bouquets of expensive flowers in your apartment because you told him you thought they were pretty, and steve loves how you smile when you stick your nose in the petals and inhale the floral scent.

sure, steve wasn’t super successful and his job didn’t pay that much, but having rich parents meant he had a whole load of money that was burning a hole in his deep, deep back pocket. a fat wad of cash, and credit cards in his daddies name that were screaming for him to spend — to spend it all on you.

you lean in close, kissing the soft skin on his cheek before you go back to shopping, picking out more things that you know will drive steve crazy. all skirts and dresses that left little to the imagination, and strappy heels and sandals and flats that wouldn’t look out of place on a barbie doll.

“will you help me try everything on?” you look up at him through lowered eyelashes as you ask him, big doe eyes shining into his with a pout weighing heavy on your lips.

steve wouldn’t say no to you, especially when you’re asking him to watch you model — but you couldn’t help putting on the works anyway, loving how he fumbled his words after you pleaded with him, his dick twitching in his pants at the mere sight of you.

“course, baby.” steve nods, big hand resting on your lower back as he guides you towards the changing rooms. “gonna put on a little fashion show for me?”

“only if you behave, daddy. no funny business.” you threaten him before disappearing behind the curtain, making sure he doesn’t follow behind you. it makes him dizzy, your stern voice and how much control you have over him.

steve just sighs, dropping himself onto the velvet seats outside of your cubicle. he’s lucky that it’s basically empty, because he’s hard and it’s becoming apparent — he knows that he’ll end up between your thighs in that dressing room one way or another.

he occupies himself with dirty thoughts while you change into one of the dresses he picked for you, peeling your clothes off in front of the floor length mirror. the white cotton underwear set underneath expertly picked because steve loves it, you know you wont make it through the day without him trying to get you out of your clothes at least once.

“what’d you think?” you ask steve when you pull the curtain back, twirling around so that your skirt flares up, flashing more skin than intended. “yes or no?”

“definitely yes.” steve practically moans at the sight, before bounding out of the chair and over to you, running his hands over your shoulders and down your sides as if he’s inspecting the fabric. “god, how did i get so lucky?”

you can’t help the giggle you let out, tiptoeing to press a chaste kiss to his rose tinted lips, before turning back to disappear into the changing room again. however, this time steve grabs your wrist and follows you in without any time for you to protest.

“steve, get out! i told you no-“

“come on, angel. i’m so hard.” he’s whining, literally whining, pouting like a spoiled child.

“no, steve, people will hear us.” you whisper, lips pressed together sternly as you crossed your arms over your chest.

there was really no use in putting up a fight, because the wet patch soaking through your panties was a clear indicator that steve would get what he wanted.

“baby, please.” steve persists, his clammy palms sliding under the hem of your dress as you scoff at him. they run up your thighs, squeezing your hips and up onto your waist. “daddy needs you, i’ve been so good to you, haven’t i?“

he sinks to his knees, rucking the dress up around your hips so he can get better access to what he wants. steve presses sloppy, open mouthed kisses into the insides of your thighs and around your clothed cunt. he could see the dark spot forming between your thighs, growing bigger with every kiss.

“didn’t i say no funny business, daddy? couldn’t even get past the first dress.” you huff, adopting the same pout that steve was doing, sticking out your bottom lip even more to mock him.

steve almost cums in his pants from the condescension dripping off of your tongue, the look of faux pity seems absolutely menacing in place of your soft and easy demeanour. all you do is take from him, and you’re still asking for more. you’re the devil, he realises, a she-devil — with her dainty claws sunk so deep into his heart, sucking his soul from his body and he’d quite frankly let you take everything from him if it meant he could get even just a little taste.

“princess, please. pretty please.” steve begs, voice airy and full of desperation. his forehead presses against your stomach and his eyelashes tickle your skin when he blinks. “please, let daddy eat your pretty little pussy. you’re killing me here.”

your cheeks are flaming, skin hot to the touch as you look down at him. its like he’s worshiping you, on his knees like a faithful servant with his head bowed. steve harrington must really, really love you and your pretty little pussy if these are the lengths he’ll go to.

“okay, daddy. you can eat my pussy if you want it that bad.” you agree, pulling him back by the hair to look up at you. “but you gotta take me to the jewellery store after this, i saw a necklace that i really really want.” you smile as he nods, not even caring what you’re asking for now. he’d march you straight to tiffany’s and buy your their most expensive jewel if you asked for it.

“anything for you, doll face. but you gotta stay quiet for me, think you can do that?” you nod eagerly as he slides your underwear down your legs. steve stands up, kissing you briefly before stuffing your balled up panties straight into your mouth, muffling the sounds of defiance that would’ve escaped otherwise.

steve quickly returns to his knees, parting your legs so he can get a better view of his kryptonite. your cunt was glistening, your wetness seeping from your hole and spread all over your pussy. its glazed over in your own slick, fitting for his favourite dessert.

you drool around the fabric stuffed in your mouth, biting down lightly when steve pushes you up against the mirror and pulls your thighs apart, wasting no time in foreplay before diving between your legs.

his tongue licks a flat stripe through your folds, collecting all your sweet juices on his tongue and you can feel him moan against you at the taste. he savours it, letting it coat his tastebuds before his tongue parts you and flicks lightly against your clit.

the panties in your mouth were a great idea, muffling the cry you let out when his tongue goes faster, the tip rolling over your clit repeatedly as your knees tremble. you can taste yourself off of the fabric. its relentless, no build up to ease you in, just pure stimulation from the get go and it makes your brain foggy. you cant help the way you grind down onto steve’s mouth when he latches onto you, the mean facade left behind as you become the desperate one.

theres that feeling in your tummy — a tightness, almost an ache that keeps pulling tighter and tighter when steve laps at your hole, his nose nudging at your clit when you roll your hips down again and again and again until the pressure is unbearable.

steve is in heaven between your thighs — your wetness drips down his chin, coating his mouth and even the tip of his nose that presses into you. his cock is hard and heavy, throbbing inside of his pants as he ruts his hips into nothing, whimpering at the feeling of his dick rubbing against the rough denim fabric.

his hands are on your ass, kneading at the soft skin and moving you against him. it gives him leverage when his tongue pushes into your entrance, fucking it into you with all the force his jaw could muster.

“daddy, daddy, m’ gonna fucking cum, fuck.” you mumble, voice all high pitched and indecipherable, coming out in weak babbles rather than words but steve understands perfectly.

the way your hole spasms and clenches on his tongue, and the way your hips jerk erratically and out of rhythm let him know you’re close already. his tongue pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty but thats quickly forgotten about when he finds your clit again, sucking it into his mouth harshly. his tongue is magic in the way it circles you, even when his lips are still wrapped around the swollen bud.

you cant help but stare, his big nose pressed against the top of your pussy with his hair fanning over his forehead messily as a result of you tugging at it. you make a mental note to make him beg you more, because he’s eating you out like a starved man — like he’s a dying man, and you’re the fountain of life.

steve makes a mental note to beg you more at the same time. his head is reeling, drinking in the sound of your muffled moans (and his too) and the slurping noises as he eats you out, his cheeks are a bright crimson from the lewd scene and because of the heat, and the lack of oxygen from being nestled into your cunt. he’d happily suffocate in your sweet, little princess pussy. what a wonderful way to die.

your whole body shakes as you cum, your cunt pushing down onto steve’s mouth as you ride your orgasm out. the pressure inside of you explodes with a bang, as your ears ring and your vision goes. the release is euphoric, it feels like you’re weightless and floating, only brought back to earth when steve pulls off you.

“good girl, you done so well for daddy.” steve coaxes you back down, trailing kisses across your stomach and standing up to face you. “such a sweet little pussy, i can’t get enough of it.”

his face is bright red, and his hair is an absolute mess, and your cum has coated his lips and his chin and he’s just grinning at you like an idiot as he drinks in your expression. you look just like he does — bright red, perfectly styled hair now frizzy and out of place, except your mouth isn’t coated in cum, its just plugged with your panties as you breath heavily around them. steve, ever the gentleman, plucks them from your mouth and tosses your underwear haphazardly behind him before kissing you.

the taste of you that lingered in your mouth before was now front and centre, all traces of steve harrington lost and replaced by you. not that either of you were complaining about that.

“i think we definitely need to buy this dress now.” you say when he pulls off of you, talking about the dress that you forgot to take off.

“i wouldn’t have let you leave this store without it anyway, baby. looks too good on you.” steve chuckles, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead before pulling it over your head and helping you back into the dress you came in wearing.

both of you catch your breaths before you slip out of the dressing room, hairs smoothed back down and faces fading colours of fuchsia. you’re glad that your own dress is a tad longer, because your panties were soaked in your saliva and there was no way that you’d put them back on now. instead you’d have to bare walking around with a soaking wet pussy, that could be exposed with just a slightly wrong movement.

steve knows it too, which is why he flattens your dress over your ass when you wobble towards the checkout on weak legs. you’re almost certain that you got away with it scot-free, sure that nobody saw or heard or knows what went down in their store just five minutes ago — but that idea is foiled when steve lays your clothes over the counter, and the cashier refuses to make eye contact with either of you, their face just as red as the both of yours were. there aren’t many words exchanged when steve hands his credit card over, and you just stand there looking pretty, not bothering yourself with the awkwardness.

steve buys you that jewellery you asked for in the end, and although you don’t go shopping for gifts for him — you certainly have something he wants, and you know just how to repay your debts to him.

some credit is due to @ringpop-poppy for this idea bc this is a mash up of some the steve concepts ive read there !!! im a whore!!

[sideeve]

synopsis ; after being pestered for weeks about going to ted’s party, you finally stepped out of your comfort zone. notes ; evil!ted , i only used pictures of keanu ooc bc i couldn’t find a good one , s*x , i tried making this have an 80’s feeling , that’s about it 🫠 , reader’s race . ethnicity . hair type or color is not specified

“you’re such a buzzkill. you’re wearing jean shorts and a spaghetti top to ted’s party.” sophie scoffs, applying her red bright lipstick that you advised her not to wear while holding her handheld mirror.

“you know i don’t like going out to parties. they always get ruined by the police.” you shrug.

your friends were not helping your anxiety in any way. they were picking fun at how you dressed, put on your makeup, the way you did your hair. it wasn’t your fault that you weren’t a quick-curl barbie.

“can we just get this over with? i wanna go home.” you stand up, crossing your arms. “yeah, daniel should be here in a minute.”

ah yes. daniel. the boy you’ve tried telling sophie that he wasn’t the one. he’s hit on you many times. sometimes even in front of her. groped you. the whole 9 yards. but she was to in love to see how much of a bad man he is.

you roll your eyes, waiting for this whole night to be over.

“there’s ted!” sophie squeals, pointing at the party host. he was talking to some jocks that go to your school. all with bad rep.

the house was full and trashed. you could barely make it to the couch without being pushed or sandwiched in between someone.

“someone having a bad time?” ted leans over the couch, whisper ling in your ear.

this wasn’t your first encounter with him. once, you and him and a project together. but of course, you did all the work and only got half credit.

you were real picky about your grades and now that ted logan came in and screwed it all up, you tried avoiding him.

“you just love bothering me, huh?” you cross your arms and your leg. “you didn’t get enough when you screwed up my grade?” he scoffs, “it was a C. get over it.” he jumps over the couch, sitting next to you.

“what are you doing here anyways? you don’t like going out from what i heard.” he rests his arm behind you, watching the party go on. “my friends basically forced me to get out.” you sigh.

“good,” he snickers. “your face was always stuffed in a book.” “oh shut up. you’re mad because you have a 4th grade reading level.” you tease.

the both of you turned your head to each other at the same time, laughing.

you don’t remember what happened in the in between. but now ted was naked and shedding off your clothes. “i knew you were hot under those clothes.” he chuckles, taking a nipple into his mouth and swiping the pad of his thumb on the other, making you shiver.

“fuck, ted.” your back arches. his teeth slightly nibble at your bud, “ted.” you smack his head, making him laugh. “i was having fun.” “not while chewing on my tit.”

he softly laughs, crawling on top of you. “we should’ve done this sooner.” he kisses your collarbone while sliding in you. “you better pull out, ted.” you wince, adjusting to size.

he hissed at how tightly you clenched around him. “fuck, baby. you might cut my dick off.” he laughs as his hips start thrusting in you. one hand was placed on your waist and the other was holding your hand beside your head.

for some reason, the thrusts felt…passionate. like he’s been needing this from you. “yes, yes.” you chant, coaxing him to go faster. “fuck yes.” your eyes were screwed shut.

he rested his head in the crook of your neck, suppressing his moans and grunts as the tip of his cock kissed your walls. “you feel like heaven.” he kisses behind your ear

your toes were curled. legs were shaking. you could barely talk. all signs of how close your orgasm was. “that’s right , baby. come.” he gave one more sharp thrust before the knot in your stomach broke.

he grunts before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one quick motion. “te-” his cock was pushed into you again but he was pounding into you.

his grip on your hips were sure to leave bruises tomorrow. the wind was knocked out of you. only pants and grunts slipped from ted’s mouth. “fuck yes.” he bit his lip. “fuck, baby.” his hip snapped before he pulled out, spilling his seed on your back.

“je-jesus.” he pants out, flopping beside you. “your nut is on my back.” you point out. “so?” he shrugs, not understanding why you seem upset. “how am i gonna get it off?!”

he chuckles at how concerned you are then kisses your cheek. “i’ll clean it up tomorrow.”

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[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Halloween Special🎃

Bruce was throwing his annual Halloween Costume Party, and let every year all the kids always dress up. Most of kids weren’t in the Manor as they would arrive later to join in the spooky festivities.

Alfred was overseeing the staff with last minute decorations. Fake blood, cobwebs, fake skulls, fog machine. Anything you could find at your local Spirt Halloween Alfred had gotten to first. The DJ was finishing his last few technical checks and the catering company was always done with the last few creative dishes.

Meanwhile, upstairs Damian was fidgeting in his sit,”Are we almost Sister?”

“Hold still or you makeup will get messed up.” Y/n was the only person home that could help Damian finish with his costume. After a few moments she pulled back and smiled,”All done.”

Damian flung out of his seat and into his sister’s bathroom to look at his makeup.

“Wow, you managed to make me look the skeleton from that film Grayson made me watch.”

“Jack, you look like Jack Dames.” She took a comb and finished smoothing out his hair. “What’s your costume?” He inquired taking the combing to fix his own hair.

She went into her closet and came out dressed as cowgirl Barbie from the movie with hat and boots.

“Now go put on your costume Dames Dick said he’s five minutes away with the girls.” She fixed her wig and adjusted her scarf. Damian walked to his room around the corner and changed into the costume his brother had gotten for him a few days ago.

When he emerged from his room, Dick and Y/n were laughing at a his phone and noticed Damian.

“Aww Little D, you look so frightening.”

“Tt. And what are you supposed to be Grayson.”

“Aladdin,Kori’s running late but she’s going to be Jasmine.” The three went downstairs which was now in full effect and Alfred greeted the siblings dressed as Count Dracula.

“Nice fang Alife.” Alfred smiled at the three and offered them red punch in black and purple plastic cups. “Why Thank you Master Richard, I must stay though they do take a lot to get used to.”

Barbara arrived with Cassandra, Stephanie and Duke all dressed for the party.

“Aww Dami you look so adorable.” Steph fussed taking pictures of the youngest. He huffed and walked away into the main ballroom where the music was blasting but only a few people from Wayne Enterprise and Queen Construction had arrived.

———

Y/n snapped a few pictures with Duke and Barbara aka Spider-man and Kim Possible.

Jason arrived with Tim and Bernard not far behind him. “May wanna close that vest up Dickhead your getting cold.” He teased Dick who rolled his eyes.

“IT’s October Jason.”

“My nipples aren’t sharing at everyone entering the house.”

“Jason knock it off.” Y/n huffed, Dick self consciously pulled his vested.

The group had moved to the ballroom mintues ago and more people from Wayne Enterprises and some League members had arrived. Jason stretched standing from the table,” Okay this Skywalker needs food.”

Stephanie and Cass followed dress as the Pink and Yellow Power Rangers.

Selina entered the room dressed as Marylin Monroe and waved,”Why do glum kittens,your parents go trick or treat without you?”

Fred or Tim shook his head,” They’re not here yet, it’s just boring right now.”

Bernard played with the green scarf on his Daphne shirt.

She sighed and saw a several costumed adults and looked back the way she came. “Well looks like the Calvary just arrived. Have fun.” She slipped away into the now bigger crowd.

Members or Young Justice, Titans and Birds of Prey arrived in costumes and soon the kids mingled with their friends and went away from the table only living Y/n and Damian.

“You should ask Uncle Clark why he didn’t come.” She spoke up over the Monster Mash song.

“Tt, if he cared he would have came sister.” He spat.

She stood up from the table and turned to him, “He’s your best friend and he’s been through a lot. Maybe Halloween is just a lot for him, if you tell him how much it would mean to you to show up I’m sure he’d fly here in a heartbeat.”

Damian didn’t answer his sister but did glance across the room to Clark and Lois dressed as Frankinstein and the Bride who chatted with Diana,John and Wally dressed as a Fairy, Boxer and a Race Car Driver.

Damian grab his cup and pondered as he made his way to the refreshment table. He grabbed a few pieces of cheese and felt like his wished the night was over.

The music stopped as DJ announced the arrival of the hosts Bruce and Batmom entered the room dressed as Gomez and Mortica Adams. Once they thanked everyone for coming the party once again went into full swing and Damian slipped away into the gardens.

“Damian?” A voice called to him after what felt like a short while. Bruce sat next to him.

“Are you not having fun?”

He sighed,”Yes father the party is very good.”

Bruce was silent for a few moments and then let out his own deep sigh.”Your sister told me you miss Jon. You should call him, Clark told me the only reason he didn’t come was because he figured you wouldn’t want to participate.”

Damian turned to his father,”Really?”

Bruce smiled at his son and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “He’s your best friend, just call him.” After that Bruce returned inside and Damian remained seated.

He signed before looking at the ground.”Kent,I know listening…I think—I want you come to the party. It’s rather…dull.” He spoke barley in a whisper.

For a while it was just the distance sounds of Gotham noises and the booming sounds from the music inside and then a sudden gust of wind blew a few strands of hair.

“Hi Damian.” Damian’s gaze fell ontop the floating teen before him in full costume.

A grin painted his figured,”And what are you supposed to be Kent?”

“Uh Duh, I’m Danny Phantom.”

Damian laughed and Jon rolled his eyes.

“Come on I’m starving I heard Alfred has jalapeño poppers.” Damian joined Jon as they headed inside.

Y/n elbowed her brother and Jason spilled his punched on himself. He followed his sister’s gaze and they watch from a far.

Dick beamed as he got closer to them,”Aww Little D’s not lonely anymore.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how he can be, you Mother Hen him to death every two seconds.”

Dick shoved Jason and the rushed of his punched spilled on his costume. Dick nervously sprinted away with Jason bolting after him.

“Imbeciles.” Y/n sighed eating a eyeball cheese.

[lixzey]

the start of everything

note: starts in 2016, where they are both 14.

1: young half bloods 

2: newbie

3: luke castellan learns a valuable lesson (he gets distracted, most of the time)

4: Annabeth attends a fashion show (and realizes it isn’t for her)

5: capture the flag (and her attention, if possible)

6: strawberry fields, wildflowers, and annoying boys

7: prank wars and unsuspecting victims

8: punishments and prayers

9: luke, the big stupid idiot

10: Oh, I don't know why she's just my type

11: Stay away from me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even breathe the same air as me.

12: I can't believe that I have to put up with your annoying face all year.

13: snowball fight, cabin ten versus cabin eleven

14: the more you hate, the more you love

15: capture the flag: luke led us to victory!

16: smores and chores

17: cheeseburgers and barbies

18: to charm the charmer

19: luke tries forging, gardening, and poetry (failing miserably)

20: pleas, bargains, and bets

21: She doesn’t like surprises. Do you really want another black eye?

becoming friends and more

22: a letter from dear old daddy

23: daddy issues ft mommy issues

24: hide and seek with the harpies

25: your house is haunted

26: somehow, he knew

27: nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter

28: christmas getaways, new york city, and secret glances

29: new years, new beginnings

30: back to camp

31:  sparring, smiles, and sweet talks

32: a field trip to olympus and look alikes

33: my girl

34: moonlight rendezvous

35: steal my girl

36: a picnic and eavesdropping siblings

37: grouchy 

38: she is beauty, she is grace, and she will punch you in the face

39: Maya starts junior year

40: you?

41: popcorn, movies, and slushies 

42: I’m a feminist, obviously. But, I wouldn’t really mind him savin’ me and I know that I’m fine without a man but I think I would like his protection.

43: sweet sixteen

44: with you I'd dance in a storm, in my best dress, fearless

45: hot cocoa, longing glances, and mistletoes

46: wanna bet?

47: school is boring, wanna go somewhere?

48: camp

49: rumor has it

50: the best swordsman at camp and a furious maya williams

51: i’ve never heard silence quite this loud

52: capture the flag: a great way to destress - cabin five, probably

53: thin white lies

54: that brainless idiot

55: jealousy, jealousy

56: patience wearing thin

57: oblivious idiots and chris gets twenty drachmas richer 

58: confrontation drama 

59: You are in love!

60: stupid cupid, stop picking on me!

61: everyone wants him, that was my crime

62: I'm so in love with you and I hope you know

63: give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

64: interventions, stubborn idiots, and annoying siblings

65: somebody to you

66: don’t take it personal, but personally you’d be better with somebody like me

67: i think it’s time i lay my heart out on the line

established relationship: 

68: i once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

69: in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

70: you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes

71: take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one i got 

72: to be young and in love in new york city

73: fight so dirty, but you love so sweet.

74: Luke, the lovesick idiot

75: your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me

76: promises sealed with a kiss under the velvet sky

77: golden apples and worries

78: pain of words

79: quest blues

80: iris messages and nightmares

81: stupid quest, stupid apples, stupid dragon

82: birthday blues and special surprises

83: i fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter

84: darkness inside 

85: christmas traditions

86: i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck

87: devil in disguise

88: all of the city lights never shine as bright as your eyes

89: i love the way you’re screaming my name

90: valentines day

91: some days, you're the best thing in my life. sometimes when I look at you, i see my wife

92: love languages

93: demigod pick up service

94: across my memory

95: monsters

96: four walls and a roof

97: closets and radios

98: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cookies, and kool aid

99: pent up anger

100: dance around the living room, lose me in the sight of you

101: on with the quest

102: Drew

103: all i did is try my best, this the kind of thanks i get? 

104: only an angel, never a god

105: and in the middle of my chaos, there was you

106: touch her and i’ll break your neck

107: if anybody hurts you, i’m going to prison for life

108: legal age, baby!

109: I can't keep my hands to myself. I mean I could, but why would I want to?

110: prom dances and birthday cakes

111: I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

112: big blue house 

113: great to be back

114: peace and quiet

115: orders from the pit

116: makeshift prom

117: Can I have this dance?

118:  handsome, you’re a mansion with a view

119: cockblockers—nope, I mean kids.

120: amorous activities in the armory

121: suspiciously quiet

122: Happy birthday! You can finally get arrested!

123: the winter solstice

124: meddling cocky son of a bitch

125: don’t be suspicious. 

126: nightmares

127: if you’re tired, you can lay your head on my lap

128: lazy day, cuddles, and kisses

129: she looks so perfect

130: until we’re gray and old

131:  just normal days

132: A prophecy

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[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Four: Crossdressing - Jisung/Chan

Tags: Feminization, petnames like princess, baby girl, good girl, mentions of alcohol, fingering, anal, top!Chan, bottom!Jisung

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Fewer things in this world were more beautiful than Han Jisung. Specifically, Han Jisung when he got all pretty for Chan–when he put pretty hair clips in his hair, smeared pink shimmer across his eyelids, touched up his lashes with mascara, and emphasized his plump lips with a red, sticky lip gloss. When he would put on his favorite pink corset top and a pleated mini-skirt that barely covered his ass, stocking clad thighs leading to feet slipped into Barbie-pink pumps that made him at least three inches taller than Chan. Sometimes he even put on a wig.

Chan wanted to make that makeup run. He wanted to smear his lipstick across his face and watch his mascara flow down his face. Jisung always looked so pretty like that, tiny waist, soft thighs squeezed by thigh-highs, his gorgeous makeup all messy. He would whine and say Chan was messing up his hard work, but he loved it all the same. 

When Jisung got home after a lunch out with Felix, a million and one scenarios of how Chan wanted to ravish him ran through his mind. He was wearing that outfit that he loved so much, the one that made him look especially girly and emphasized his tiny waist and curvy hips. His hair had been growing out lately and he’d gotten it curled so it fell in pretty waves around his face. Chan watched him like a hawk as he hung up his purse and bent over to take off his heels. Chan’s mouth went dry when his skirt rode up, revealing the underside of Jisung’s ass. While his whole outfit was pink, the panties he was wearing wear baby-blue. A color that looked gorgeous on Jisung’s tan skin. 

He swallowed thickly as Jisung straightened up and headed over to Chan with a bright smile on his face, socked feet padding against the floor. Chan opened his arms for him and he collapsed against him with an “oof!”

“How was your time out?” Chan asked, running a hand through Jisung’s hair. He only then noticed that he had gotten a few glittery extensions. Cute. 

“It was really good. Definitely ate too much food and Felix ordered a bunch of sweet drinks so I may have gotten a bit tipsy, but Changbin drove us back so we wouldn’t have to call a cab but I’m sober now,” he said, all in one breath. Chan chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ears. 

“Yeah? I’m glad you had a good time,” he said softly. 

Jisung hummed and nuzzled against Chan’s neck. Chan shivered and his hands went to hold Jisung’s dainty waist. “Mhmm, me too,” he mumbled against his skin. Chan shifted, trying to keep his arousal at bay. “I missed you though.” 

“I missed you too,” Chan agreed. In more ways than one , he didn’t say. 

Jisung pressed a soft kiss to his neck then and his breath caught in his throat. “I miss you a lot . And I saw how you were looking at me when I walked in, hyung. I’m not blind,” he said, pressing his soft lips to Chan’s skin again. Chan could feel the lipstick stain that was left behind and he took a deep breath. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “You’re just so…fuck you look so pretty in this outfit.” 

Jisung giggled softly. “It’s okay, hyung. You can say that you wanna fuck me. I know you like it when I dress up like a girl,” he said teasingly. Chan felt his blood rush south. 

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Sung,” Chan said lowly. He squeezed Jisung’s waist as a warning but Jisung only smiled. 

“Oh I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise,” he said sweetly. He sucked on the skin beneath Chan’s jaw and Chan inhaled deeply. 

“You promise you’re sober?” 

“Mhmm. Just a pleasant buzz. I want this. Was thinking about you as I was getting dressed this morning. May or may not have fingered myself in the shower this morning too.” 

Chan tongued his cheek and clenched his jaw. “Fuck. Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom then,” he said. Jisung giggled happily and wrapped himself around Chan so that he could pick him up. Chan wrapped his hands underneath Jisung’s thighs and carried him to their bedroom with practiced ease. He tossed Jisung onto the bed but was still gentle enough to make sure he didn’t get hurt. 

When Jisung reached down to begin taking off his skirt, Chan shook his head vehemently and reached out to still Jisung’s hands. “No. Keep it on. I’m gonna fuck you in this outfit, yeah? Wanna see how pretty my princess looks in his outfit while I fuck him.” Jisung nodded and chewed on his bottom lip to bite back a whimper. 

“Yes sir,” he responded softly, letting his hands fall limp at his side. 

“That’s a good girl.” The whine Jisung let out was music to his ears.

Chan quickly went to grab the lube and a condom and then crawled between Jisung’s spread thighs. He ran his hands up from his knees to the edge of the stockings and pinched the soft flesh that spilled over the edge of them. Jisung gasped and bent his knees slightly as he spread his legs further. There was a small tent in his skirt where the fabric rested over his dick and the sight made Chan’s cock pulse. “So fucking pretty, princess. Wonder how many people were staring at you when you went out.”

Jisung shuffled on the bed as Chan continued playing with his thighs, his grip bruising even as he pushed his hands under his skirt to grab his inner thighs. “I-I don’t know,” he said shakily. “Was only thinking of you.” 

“Even when you were with your friends?” Chan asked. He flipped up Jisung’s skirt and his breath hitched at the sight of Jisung’s hard cock trapped inside his blue, lace panties. 

Jisung shivered as the cool hair hit his cock and he whimpered. “Ye-yeah,” he stuttered. “I–the reason I got off in the shower was so I wouldn’t be thinking about you the whole time I was out. So I wouldn’t imagine you reacting like this to my outfit. But it didn’t help, it wasn't enough. Wanted your cock.” 

Chan practically growled in response, a groan getting trapped in his throat. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy, Jisungie. How did I get so lucky?” he asked as he moved his hands to hold Jisung’s hips. He brushed his thumb over the tip of Jisung’s cock where it was leaking into his panties and Jisung moaned. 

“ Hyunggg ,” he whined and then he huffed. “I want you, please.” 

“You’ll have me,” Chan said. “What, I can’t take my time with you?” 

“You can but not now ,” Jisung insisted. “I dressed up so nice and you don’t want to take me apart right now?” 

Chan chuckled softly and leaned over Jisung so that he could kiss him softly. But Jisung immediately wrapped his arms around Chan so that he could kiss him deeper and he parted his lips to run his tongue over his lips. Chan smiled against his mouth and huffed but allowed Jisung to have the kiss he wanted. It quickly turned passionate and messy because Chan could never get enough of his Jisung and his mouth tasted sweet, like lipgloss and sugary alcohol and dessert, and so entirely Jisung that he never wanted to stop kissing him. 

Jisung was quick to grow impatient though and after a minute he pulled away with a gasp. “That was enough time. Now fuck me, please .”

Chan grinned as he looked down at Jisung. He already looked disheveled, his wavy hair fanning out across the pillow and his lipgloss smeared across his lips. Just like he loved. “Whatever my princess wishes,” he said. Jisung’s eyes lit up with excitement and he smiled as Chan sat back on his heels. 

“I don’t need much prep, ‘m still loose,” Jisung said. A faint blush spread across his cheeks and Chan’s heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful it was unfair. 

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he decided. “Lift your legs for me, baby.” 

Jisung held his thighs up and bent his knees toward his chest so that Chan could get a good view between his legs. He hooked his finger in the panties and pulled them to the side, revealing Jisung’s pink, fluttering hole. It was still a little swollen from fucking himself earlier in the day and there was a bit of wetness left from the lube. Chan bit his lip. 

He opened the bottle of lube just to be safe and coated his fingers with his. Jisung never took his eyes off him, his eyelids heavy and pupils blown. Chan pushed a single finger in at first to test the waters and when he was met with no resistance, he pushed a second finger in alongside the first. Jisung’s eyes fluttered, his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks. “Fuck, you really are loose. How many fingers did you use?” 

“Th-three, for the most part,” Jisung managed, swallowing audibly after. “But I added a fourth at the end.” 

“Shit,” Chan mumbled. He spread his fingers and Jisung’s body arched as he mewled. 

“Hyung!” he exclaimed. “Please, more. I can take another, please don’t make me wait. I’m your good girl, right?” he asked, doe eyes pleading as they held Chan’s gaze. He clenched his jaw and his cock twitched in his pants. He loved when Jisung got like this, falling into the role of Chan’s baby girl as easily as he pulled on a skirt. It made waves of arousal shoot through his stomach. 

“Yeah, you are,” he said. He pulled both fingers out just to thrust three in at once. He pushed them deep and searched around before he found the little bundle of nerves in Jisung’s hole. He grinned and rubbed over it with the tips of his fingers just to watch Jisung writhe under his touch. 

“Oh fuck– hyung please,” Jisung whimpered. Chan’s fingers continued moving but he took a moment to look up at Jisung. Holy shit, he already looked so fucked out. His cheeks were fiery red and there was hardly any color left in his eyes from how big his pupils had gotten. 

“Yeah? Please what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He curled his fingers and Jisung’s back arched. He rolled his hips down to push Chan’s fingers deeper and when he hit his prostate again he keened. The ties on his corset top stretched across his chest as he took deep, heavy breaths to calm himself, but it didn’t seem to be working as Chan continued to spread his fingers and abuse his prostate with every thrust. 

“Ah-ahh–st-stop, I’m gonna come,” Jisung said. “Wanna come on your cock, I’m ready.” 

Chan hummed and stroked his free hand up Jisung’s thigh. “Alright, I’ll give you what you want,” he said softly. He bent down and kissed the sliver of skin that was showing between Jisung’s corset and skirt and removed his fingers as he did so. It was tempting to tease Jisung more, really make him beg and cry, but Chan was a weak man. Jisung really didn’t have to do much to get him to cave, especially looking as pretty and pliant as he did. The pink of his clothes matched the flush spread across his skin. He looked edible.

Chan made quick work of tugging his pants off and his cock bobbed up, achingly hard. Jisung didn’t even need to touch him to get him like this. Just seeing him walk in the door before was enough to make him hard so now he was throbbing . 

He reached for the condom, but Jisung whined. “Nooo, I wanna feel you.” 

“Are you sure? It’ll make a mess,” Chan said, but Jisung nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Don’t care if I get my clothes messy. I just want your cum inside me.” 

Chan groaned and cursed under his breath. “You’re unreal. Fuck. So perfect, princess.” He tossed the condom aside and got back between Jisung’s thighs. He tossed his legs over his shoulder and pulled his panties aside again to line himself up. “I’ll fill you up good, yeah? You don’t have to worry.” 

Chan began to push his cock past the rim and Jisung tossed his head back, muscles rippling under his tanned skin. “ Ahh , yes, yes, yesss ,” he moaned at the feeling of Chan’s cock filling him up. He clenched around him and Chan clenched his teeth, inhaling sharply. 

“You gotta relax, I’m gonna come too fast if you keep doing that,” he warned and Jisung took a couple deep breaths. Chan soothed his hand over the side of his thigh and brushed his thumb over the seam of his stockings. “Yeah, that’s it, that’s my good girl.” 

Jisung whimpered, going lax against the sheets. “Hyung, please,” he whined, fingers flexing against the sheets. Arousal heated Chan’s stomach. He could never get over hearing how Jisung said hyung. He didn’t consider himself to have a hyung kink, but something about Jisung saying it, his usually caramelly-deep voice multiple pitches higher than normal, dressed in all pink, that made Chan dizzy with want. 

He pushed all the way to the base, his hips flush against Jisung’s ass. He gave himself and Jisung a second to adjust before he started moving, but Jisung was quick to insist, “ Move.” So Chan pulled all the way out until just the tip of his cock was pressed against his rim, and then he slammed back in, the slap of their skin together resounding across the room. 

Jisung moaned wantonly, ah, ah, ahs spilling from his lips as Chan picked up a steady rhythm, fucking into him with abandon. His skirt was flipped up over his stomach because of his position and his stockings began rolling down his thighs as they slid along Chan’s shoulders. Chan felt his whole body quiver around him as he pushed his knees further back towards his chest and angled his hips to hit his prostate head on. “So fucking pretty, so pretty like this,” he gritted through his teeth. 

“Th-thank yo-ou,” Jisung hiccuped. His hole clenched around Chan’s cock as he pounded into him and he moaned pathetically. Pleasure pooled in Chan’s stomach at the feeling of Jisung spasming around him and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He needed to make Jisung come first. 

“That’s it princess, you’re doing so good,” Chan praised when Jisung let out a strangled moan. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth was opened, producing a pretty litany of moans. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin and it shimmered under the light which emphasized the tensing of his muscles. 

“Hhhh, f-fu-uck, hhhyung ,” Jisung moaned, twisting against the bed. “ Harder .” 

“Harder? Want me to–mm fuck–want me to split you in half, princess?” Chan asked breathlessly. He snapped his hips harder and Jisung cried out, eyes rolling back. 

“Yes, yes, yes, ohhh fuck.” Jisung bit his lip and his chest heaved. “‘M gonna–I’m gonna– ahh, ah! Hyung, there, yes! ” 

Sweat dripped down Chan’s face as he fucked into Jisung and he could feel his own orgasm approaching. Jisung was like a vice around him, clenching so tight he could barely think. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said, squeezing Jisung’s thighs. “C’mon, come for me, let me see how pretty you look when you come.” 

Jisung whined and his back raised off the bed. “Sh-shit,” he hiccuped. “I’m c-coming, hyung.” His cock, which by now was poking out of his blue panties, twitched and spurted cum all over the underside of his skirt. He moaned long and loud and Chan clenched his jaw at how tight his hole squeezed around him. He looked fucking gorgeous as he came. The pleasure was written all over his angelic face and the sight alone was enough to bring Chan to the edge. 

His whole body buzzed as he gave a few final thrusts and finally came inside Jisung, making a mess of his hole. Jisung moaned as he was filled and the sound was the only thing Chan’s brain registered for the next few moments. 

When his orgasm finally finished, he let Jisung’s legs slip from his shoulders and he exhaled. He fell forward, collapsing on top of Jisung and he grunted. “Hyung, you’re heavy,” he complained weakly. His voice was so soft Chan could barely register it. 

“It’s all those muscles,” he mumbled against Jisung’s chest. Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever,” he said playfully. He wiggled a little under him. Chan hummed softly and wrapped his arms around his slim waist. 

“Let’s lay here, I’m tired,” he mumbled. 

“No, my skirt needs to be washed!” Chan closed his eyes and pretended to snore. “Hyung! I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass.” 

“Okay, okay,” Chan responded, groaning. “You know, you aren’t being a very good girl right now.” He poked Jisung’s cheek and laughed at the way his face lit up red. 

“Shut the fuck up, oh my gosh.” 

Chan cackled as he stood up. “Alright, fine. Come here, let me carry you to the bathroom like the princess you are.” 

Jisung pouted but held his arms around for Chan anyway. “Mhm, that’s right,” he said with a nod as Chan wrapped his arms around him. He smiled softly to himself and pressed a chaste kiss to Jisung’s lips as he held him. Wow, he loved this boy.

[daydreamingmia]

ROADTRIP WITH WALKER PART 1

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 3

You woke up and started packing your bags for the road trip! You, Walker, Leena, your mom and sister were going on a road trip together. You rented a big van so everyone had space. You get dressed when you get a text.

Your outfit and luggage⬇️

You pick up your phone and see a text from Walker

You run to the front door and see Walker leaning against the wall on his phone.

"Took ya long enough" he said with a fake eye roll.

He went upstairs to your room and grabbed your suitcases.

"Do you think you packed enough?" He said struggling

"Oh! I almost forgot!" You get a duffel and your purse from your closet and stack it on top. Now you can only see his eyes. He tries to walk out your door but walks into the wall.

"No no. I don’t need any help thanks." He says sarcastically (Persassy)

You roll your eyes and grab him arm leading him downstairs and to the van.

"Ooo! Barbie suitcases!" Leena (Walker's sister) said and she hugged you.

"Of course!" You say like it obvious with a smile

You and Leena were very close. Like sisters! You were BFFs and both of you were very excited for the trip!

"Is that all your bringing?" She says winking and you messing with Walker

"No. I rented another van and driver so they can drive my stuff!" I said playing along

"No kidding! Me too!" She said laughing

Walker rolled his eyes and put all your stuff in the car.

<INSERT SEATING CHART>

The van had screens in the backs of every chair.

"Awesome!" Walker mumbled sitting down.

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The first stop was starbucks. Everyone got drinks. You got y/f/d and Walker got a cake pop. You were talking to Leena when he took you drink and had a sip.

"That's good! I should get that next time!" He handing it back to you like nothin

"Theif!" You yell

"Theif lover!" He shoots back laughing

A couple minutes passes of fun and talking.

"What music do you want to play?"

"TAYLOR SWIFT OF COURSE!" Leena yelled excited

"YEEESSSS!" You say connecting four phone to the van's speakers.

Just because you're BFFs with Taylor doesn't mean you can't love her music!

"YOUR ON THE PHONE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHE'S UPSET SHE'S GOING OFF ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID CAUSE SHE DOESN’T GET YOUR HUMOR LIKE I DO!" You and Leena screamed at the top of your lungs.

Walker secretly took a video of you two and posted it on his story.

"What is a road trip without You Belong With Me?" He posted as the caption

It was hours of Taylor's amazing music Leena started to fall asleep so you turned the music off so it wouldn't bother her. You open your phone and saw what Walker posted.

"Hey! I didn't even notice you took a video"

"I'm was very very sneaky" He said with a mischievous grin

You when saw a text from Taylor.

"You wanna play mario kart?" You asked Walker

"Of course!" You pulled your Nintendo out of your bag and set up the controllers.

"Mine car us defective!" He complained because he was loosing

"OR maybe it's the person driving it" you say sarcastically

He fakes offense and takes your controller

"Hey!" You yell trying to get it back

"I win!" He says smiling

"You cheated!" You said pointing in his face

"You're a sore looser!" He said as he handed the controller back to you.

You turn on Revenge of the Sith and Walker looks over jealous.

He takes on you your airport and puts it in his ear.

You roll your eyes and cuddle up next to him. He puts a blanket over the two of you and you fall asleep as Anakin and Obi-Wan rescue Palpatine.

-

"Wake up y/n!" Leena yelled getting out if the van.

"Why?" You mumble kinda out if it

"We need snacks" She says grabbing her phone

"SNACKS!!" You yell standing up and running out of the van. You didn't notice Walker pout. He gets out if the van and closes it behind him and runs after you guys.

"Jolly Ranchers, Air Heads, Twix, chocolate chip cookies...what are we forgetting?" You ask Leena

"OREOS!!" Walker runs up to you holding 4 boxes.

You roll your eyes and we go to checkout. There was a sonic next door so you guys go and get slushies. You walk back to the car with everyone's arms full of candy.

"Oh my gosh" your sister said looking up from her phone "They had Jolly Ranchers?! Give me some!" She said taking the candy from your pile.

It was a few won Mario kart games later...we arrived at our first destination. YELLOWSTONE!

A/n: Sorry this chapter took to long. I have been really busy with school. I hope you like this chapter😁

[anarcoqueer1994]

Still on a Steve likes Barbie kick and I'm going to keep putting that into the universe.

When Steve was 5 years old, he used to go to the store whenever his parents were in town, where they would buy him toys to make up for the fact that they were never there. It was back when they would still pretend they cared, feigning love between long bouts of absenteeism and moments of his fathers violent temper. He could get any 'boy' toy he wanted. Over the trips, he had gotten baseball stuff, a Fisher Price Farm set, a toy plane, Matchbox and Hot Wheel Cars; honestly, he had any toy a boy could want. But he wanted something else.

He would always pass the pink aisles filled with toys that were supposed to be for girls, and he was enthralled with one toy in particular. Nestled between the baby dolls and the easy bake ovens were pretty Barbie dolls with fantastic outfits and soft brushable hair. And he wanted one so badly. He would always ask for one and every time he was met with harsh words from his father. "Steven, don't be a pansy. Boys don't like Barbies unless they are sissies. Are you a sissy, Steven? Do you want your friends at school to find out?"

Steve always shakes his head, dejected. He then goes and picks out a boy toy, a toy his dad won't be mad at him about. But one day, something changes. One of the nice women who worked at the store, Mrs. Munson, had watched as Steve continuously was shot down by his father . She felt bad for him, so that day, as she checks them out, she slips a Growing Hair Barbie into the bag discretly along with the Lincoln Logs, before handing little Steve the bag, winking kindly at him as she does.

And Steve immediately goes home and runs up to his room, hiding the packaging under his bed before playing with the doll. He loved her hair and dress, and everything about her. She was glamorous and beautiful, everything Steve wanted.

He would sneak her with him everywhere, even slipping her in his backpack when he would go to the playground. Today was one of those days, going to the park with his nanny, as his parents were in Chicago. He would run and hide behind a tree, out of sight from his nanny, where he could play quietly with the doll.

He is so wrapped up in his game that he doesn't notice someone walking up next to them until they sit down on the ground beside them. Steve looks over to see a boy from his school in the grade above him. Panic fills his face as he tries to hide the doll. Even back then, his father instilled shame in him whenever he was doing something that wasn't traditionally masculine.

But boy smiles at him, one tooth missing from where the baby tooth fell out. "Hi, I'm Eddie. Can me and my dragon," he motions to the plastic figure in his hand, "play with you? Your doll looks cool and maybe can be a princess. Or knight, or a knight princess." Eddie starts to ramble.

Steve scrunches up him nose, confused that the other boy isn't making fun of him. "Wait, you wanna play with me and my Barbie, even though I'm a boy?"

"Yea! It gets lonely playing by myself and you looked like you were having fun!"

"Oh." Steve looks down, unsure how to feel. He really wants to play but what if the other boy just is playing a joke on him. "My dad says Barbie is a girls toy."

Eddie laughs. "My dad says that junk too, but my mommy says toys are for everyone, no matter what. We can play with whatever. So can we play, um...I forgot to ask your name?"

Steve can't help but smile at the kind words. "Sure! And I'm Steve. Oh and Barbie is definitely a princess knight and she is going slay your dragon!" He giggles.

The boys spend the rest of the afternoon playing together until his nanny calls for him. On the bench near her, he sees the lady from the store and watches as Eddie leaves with her.

They play again the next few times they are at the playground, always hiding the Barbie from the nanny so he doesn't get in trouble. But Steve loves it, making up adventures for Steve’s Barbie and Eddie’s dragon. Steve thinks Eddie could be his best friend.

One day, though, his parents are actually in town, and they make a show of taking him to go and play instead of the nanny. He doesn't think anything of it. They do this all the time to show other people they care. Steve and Eddie fall into their regular routine, but Mr. Harrington seems far more observant of Steve than the nanny, always acutely aware of Steve's actions so he can meet sure his son does not embarrass him.

He can see Steve's legs sticking out from behind the tree and the legs of another boy. He decides to walk closer to "check on" (read: make sure he isn't hanging out with the wrong kids). Steve does not notice until he is being yanked up by the back of his collar, fear filling his eyes as he looks at Eddie. He drops the doll out of panic.

"Steven Michael Harrington, what the fuck are you playing with?" His voice is low but stern.

"I...I..." Steve begins to stutter, a tear forms in his eye.

"You're not that stupid boy, answer me." His father is still speaking with gridded teeth.

"A Barbie, sir." He whispers.

"Where did you that?" His dad presses

"I...." Steve looks around, doesn't want to get Eddie’s mom in trouble, and is unsure what to say as he stands in front of his father scared.

"I gave it to him. It's mine." Eddie lies before Steve can say anything, watching what is happening, seeing the same fear in Steve’s face that he has felt when his dad has one too many drinks.

Steve goes to speak, but before he can, Mr. Harrington is pulling Steve away, leaving the doll abandoned on the ground. He yells out "Do not talk to my son anymore." Steve tries to protest, but his dad just grips his hand tighter around his wrist, shutting him up.

Eddie goes home with the doll that night, knowing Steve won't be allowed to talk to him anymore. He spends the night crying on his mother's lap, as Steve cries alone in his room over the loss of his first friend and his special doll.

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Years passed, and they don't talk, Steve too scare when he was younger to disappoint his dad, and by the time he is old enough to stand up for himself, he thinks iits too late. Things change, the Harrington parents being around less and less, Eddie’s mother passing, and his uncle Wayne taking him in. Steve grows into the all-American boy his father wanted him to be, and Eddie leans more and more into letting his freak flag fly.

But then the upside-down happens, and Steve grows some .ore, and then there was Spring break, and he is running with Eddie’s near lifeless body out of there, barely getting him to the hospital in time. But Eddie recovers, and they grow close again.

Everyone around them can see their mutual crush, but it is Eddie who makes the first move. Nearly 5 months after Vecna, Steve finds a shoe box wrapped in newspaper on his front porch. The note attached reads

"Would you still be my princess-knight? Maybe we can try our play dates again, except maybe we make it a real date?-Eddie"

When Steve opens the box, inside is his original Barbie from all those years ago with a pretty pink rose. Eddie had kept it all this time. He can feel a tear rolling down his cheek. Eddie cared enough to keep her.

It doesn’t take long before Steve is heading to Eddie's, ready to show him how appreciative he is.

[bettysupremacy]

Hear me out.....

Eddie dressed as a vampire for Halloween meets reader dressed up as someone bit by a vampire. They meet after some stuff goes down with readers date (who totally didn't wanna go with reader).

I heard you out.. and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done. This idea was adorable adorable adorable, thx for your req. Thanks Lynn for reading again, I should really compensate you for your work, put you on a payroll. @simpingrat

Warnings: reader is drunk, teenage drinking, cursing, Eddie being a major flirt, reader has a sister, her name is Sarah, mostly fluff I think.

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He’s been watching her the whole party. The way her white skirt swooshed around her thighs, the way her knee socks hugged her calf’s, the bright red lipstick painting the pretty mouth that’s curved into a frown.

She’s hanging off the arm of a blonde girl dressed as Barbie, and she has been ever since he arrived.

Every couple minutes Barbie looks down at the sulking girl, patting her head, before going back to her conversation with Ken.

It was pitiful to watch really. He didn’t know that made the pretty girl so blue, but he sure did want to. He had arrived later to the party, so if something had happened, he’d missed it.

When he looks back at her, she’s looking around the party. Doe eyes flitting from place to place. There’s something in her eyes that he can’t place, claustrophobia, maybe? He watches curiously as she whispers something in her friends ear, and slips away. Where is she going? It wouldn’t be weird if he followed her, right?

He couldn’t just ignore the fate of all this. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen, at a party that he’s at, wearing a matching costume.

No it’s not weird at all.

So he follows her. Through the sea of drunk teenagers in the hallway, out the front door, that was blocked by a couple making out, down the front lawn- where is she going?

She drops to sit on the curb, In front of a parked BMW. Faintly, as he walks up to her, he thinks he can hear her talking to herself, but it’s so low he can only catch bits and pieces.

“-Sarah’s gonna be so-“ whine “-mad she’s gonna be so mad.”

Who’s Sarah? Barbie?

He touches his hand to her shoulder and the poor girl flinches out of her skin. Her hands fly to her face, covering her eyes, and cowering from him.

She whimpers, “Please don’t bite me.”

It catches him so off guard, he flinches back himself.

“Woah- careful. I don’t bite.” He holds back from flirting unless you want me to.

She peaks through her fingers “You’ve got fangs.”

“They’re fake, see?” Eddie opens his mouth, pointing to wear he glued the fake fangs in. “Nothing to worry about, plus, you’re already bit.”

She ignores the last part of his sentence. “Those are cool.”

“Courtesy of Spirit Halloween.” He stands there awkwardly. Should he sit?

Fuck it. He sits down besides her, exhaling hard. There’s a long moment of silence, the only thing being heard is the wind shaking trees around them. It takes a second for him to realize that she’s looking at him confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting.”

“Over here?”

“Yes.”

She reluctantly accepts it, opening her mouth to say something, but ultimately turning her head down, staring at the way she kicks her Mary Janes together.

“Why’re you moping?” He asks.

“My date left with Madonna.”

No boyfriend? “Oh, I see. Do you want to talk about it?”

She looks mildly offended. Shit.

“Look, Mr.- Mr. Vampire. I don’t know who yo-“

“Mr. Vampire?”

She frowns, “You’re a vampire.”

“I’m Kas.”

“Who’s Kas?”

“A character from D&D.”

“What’s D&D?” She pronounces it real slow like ‘D and D’. He decides that’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard.

“What’s your name?” He counters.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N? That’s a pretty name.”

He’s gotten her to smile. “It is?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie draws out. “It would make a killer D&D name.”

“Really?” She’s kneading her fingers together, giddy from the compliment, even if she doesn’t know what D&D is.

“Totally! Like, my name is Eddie the banished, but you could be like Y/N.. Y/N the bitten!”

She looks at him, confusion clouding her eyes. “The bitten?”

He smiles at her fondly, bringing his hand up, so he can tap his index finger to her poorly drawn bite marks.

“Oh!” It hits her so suddenly, he can’t help but to laugh at her delayed giggles. “Y/N the bitten, that’s so good!”

“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.”

The silence between them is comfortable, blanketing over them and protecting them from the cold air of Halloween night in Indiana.

She breaks the silence first. “It was only a first date”

“Oh?”

“My friend set us up. He was kind of mean.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He can’t offer anything better, too busy feeling guilty for the way his eyes transfix on her skirt again, watching the way it inches higher and higher as she bounces her knees anxiously.

Don’t be a dick. He reaches over and pulls her skirt closer to her knees.

She doesn’t seem to realize why he did that, eyes catching on his rings.

“I thought silver hurt vampires.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

She gives him a look so genuine, it makes his chest hurt.

“I can keep a secret.”

He nods solemnly, “They aren’t real silver.”

“No?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“I trust you.”

And he does.

He looks at her again. She’s swaying a little, and Eddie feels something surge through him, but he can’t quite make out the emotion. She’s more inebriated then he thought she was.

“Are you feeling okay?”

She sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m so drunk.”

“I can tell, sweetheart. That punch smelled like it could knock out a grown man.”

She giggles something incoherently and he smiles something close to bemused.

“Are you saying I’m bigger then a grown man?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“Okay, Kas.”

She’s smiling at him so brightly, he has to look away, grinning at the ground and kicking a pebble on the wet asphalt.

“D’you wanna try it?”

He glances up. “Your punch?”

“Mhm.” She lifts the solo up to his mouth.

He gives her a playful look, “No, I do not.”

“C’mon, you can’t even taste the alcohol! It’s like.. punchy.”

She holds one hand to his chin to keep it in place, and the other on the cup, trying to get the liquid past his lips.

Holy shit it’s terrible. It’s actually so bad. It burns down his throat, and he realizes why the girl next to him is so inebriated. You can’t even taste the alcohol my ass.

He plays up his reaction, just to get a reaction out of her. He slaps his chest dramatically, coughing like he did when he smoked for the first time.

“That is the nastiest shit I’ve ever drank!”

It works. She’s in a giggle fit, covering her mouth.

“It’s not that bad.”

“No, it is! Who made that?”

“Clark Miller makes them every party.”

“Clark Miller is trying to poison you.”

“Probably.”

He watches as she brings the cup back to her lips and sips from right where his lips were, seconds prior.

If he weren’t so concerned for her, that might’ve been the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he swipes the cup from her hand, placing it on the curb behind him. “You’ve had enough.”

She protests, grabby hands landing on his thighs, as she braces herself from him shielding her cup.

“That’s my drink.” She pouts up at him.

He’s almost a hundred percent certain that she usually gets her way with those big doe eyes. Shit, he almost gives in himself, but he can see right through them.

“Do you have a ride home?”

She’s taken aback. Those eyes always get her, her way.

“Hm?” He mumbles, tucking hair behind her ear, before he can stop himself.

She thinks, long an hard. So long he thinks she might’ve forgotten the question.

“Stacy was my ride, but she’s going home with her boyfriend.”

“Is that Barbie?”

“Yes. I told her not to go as Barbie, she’s got-”

She babbles as he thinks. Would she find it weird if he offered her a ride? He just wants to make sure she gets home safe.

“Do you want a ride home?” He cuts her off.

“Well of course I want a ride, but I don’t know anyone here but Stacy-“

He could laugh at the way his offer flew over her head.

“No, honey, I meant do you want me to give you a ride?”

That stumps her. He’s almost sure she’s going to say no when-

“What if you’re a real vampire?”

“What?”

“What if you’re a real vampire, and you’re just trying to get me alone with you to suck my blood?”

He laughs, loud and fond.

“Is your blood sweet?”

“I don’t know, ask the vampire that bit me.”

“If the answer is yes, I don’t know if I can keep a promise of not biting you.”

“Would it hurt?”

“Just a pinch,” he taps her neck again, “just like last time.”

He’s sure he knows what she’s thinking when she giggles and turns her head away, “All right, but no detours, kay?”

“Deal.”

He stands up, wiping off his jeans, before offering his hands to her.

He lets her use his weight to stand up, but he doesn’t let go of her hand as they walk to his car. He just doesn’t want her to fall. Yeah, that’s it.

He opens the passenger door for her, and pulls her skirt down a hair, so he can’t see the cotton of her underwear when she climbs in.

“What’s your address sweetheart?” He asks as he pulls out of the neighborhood. He’s looking at her in small increments, left hand on the top of the wheel as he focus’s on driving. His eyes zero on the way her eyebrows crease.

“Do you know know-?”

“333 Cherry dr.”

He knows exactly where that is. Eddie drove the kids here last year to trick or treat. They begged, pleated, compromised, with Eddie.

They give out full sized candy bars! It’s such a rich neighborhood! They don’t skimp like Mikes neighborhood! Steve has the night shift tonight!

Bunch of beggars, if you ask Eddie.

A startled, choked, noise leaves him. He’s not sure why he’s surprised. She was at the richest Halloween party on the upper side of Hawkins, and he was only there to sell.

“Your daddy a surgeon?”

“Lawyer.” She says, unaware of his teasing.

He must be a damn good one, he thinks as he pulls up to her home. It’s the kind of home he dreamt of living in with Wayne, when he was nine. The kind of home that always smells like fresh linens and house cleaner. Not the orange, citrusy, stuff that him and Wayne buy at dollar general, but the kind that you buy at- well, he doesn’t really know where you buy it.

He can imagine Y/N walking the halls that he sees through the windows. He can imagine her going to the kitchen and asking a maid to make her something to eat, and not being surprised when she gets home from school and there’s a basket of clean laundry sitting on a bed, that she didn’t make before she left, but is made now.

There’s a girl sitting on the front porch when he parks. She looks young, older then Y/N but younger then him, or else he would pull around and ask if she wanted help sneaking into the house. Pretty girl can’t get in trouble tonight, ‘specially not cause of him.

He puts the car in park, looking over at her, eyes scanning the way her knee nervously bounces when she realizes that they’ve made it to her home.

“S’my sister.” She slurs, trying to open the car door.

“I’ll help you hold on.”

He jumps out of the car, rounding the front, to open the door for her. As much as he found the sight of her failing to open the door amusing, his van is high up, and he wouldn’t have her falling into the grass of her lawn.

“Up you go- atta girl.”

They’re holding onto each other’s forearms, as he helps lift her out of the car.

Once he’s made sure her feet safely touch ground, he turns his head to her porch, seeing her sister stump out what looks to be a cigarette, and quickly hop down the stairs.

“Y/N, baby?”

Her head pops up like a dog called to attention.

“Yes?” She’s still clinging onto Eddie’s arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Clark’s party punch.”

“Oh,” She says, looking at Eddie suspiciously, and grabbing her sisters arms from him. “Can you stand?”

There’s a moment of silence before she nods. “Yes, don’t let go of my hands though.”

“Okay. Who’s he?”

Y/N turns to Eddie and her eyes light up, like she forgot he was standing there.

“Kas! He bit me, Sar.”

Sar. “Sarah’s gonna be so mad.” Makes sense now.

“He bit you?”

“No! I didn’t bite her. Our costumes are just matching.”

Sarah eyes him warily, eyes flitting between him and Y/N.

“I’m serious! I’m a vampire, and she’s a vampire.. victim.”

“Yeah okay. C’mon Y/N, baby, let’s get you inside.”

Eddie panics. Quick and reactively. “Wait!”

He scrambles to the driver side of his car, searching for a pen and something to write on. He can’t let her slip from him. He tears off of a piece of a his math test from last month, writing his contact information.

“Here,” He runs back around the car, curling it into Y/N’s hand, his breathing wild. “Stick that somewhere safe for me, okay? And check it in the morning.”

“Got it, g’night Kas.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Her sister rushes her inside, quietly, as to not disturb the very same parents who said Y/N had to be home at 10:30. It’s now 1:04.

The shushes, and whispered be quiet’s, don’t exactly hush a giggling Y/N though.

When she was on the steps of her porch, she peaked at the paper. He gave her his number.

“Did you see his hair, Sar?” She try’s to whisper, but there’s an inflection at several points in the sentence, when she accidentally giggles.

“Yes, very Bon Jovi.”

“Very Bon Jovi.” She agrees, not bothering to lower her voice anymore, and letting her sister change her into suitable pajamas while she babbles about the cute boy she met tonight.

She makes room as her sister climbs into bed next to her.

“You’re gonna have a raging headache tomorrow.” Sarah sighs as she gets comfortable.

“I hope I don’t forget him.”

“I won’t let you.”

“You won’t?”

“Nuh uh.”

Y/N’s hand blindly searches for her sisters, pinky begging for a promise.

The next morning brings blinding headaches and pathetic whines, as she pats her nightstand for aspirin that she was sure she left up there, but instead her hands meet a small crumbled paper. She flinches at the foreignness of it, but when she cracks her eyes open, an unwilling smile grows.

“Please call me, I’m begging.

Vampires like drive in movies too.

(618) 625-8313

-Mr. Vampire”

Is 8x + 2x - 5 in the corner?

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Can you write Mikey x yn who isn't the Barbie girl type who lives in a castle if you know what I mean?!? Like she wears baggy clothes and also cool stuffs. She was cool ,smart and straightforward. But one she will hear Mikey and his friends talking about some other girl on insta or whatever that how pretty they're and would talk about their body and stuffs and yn will feel insecure a bit?!?

Sorry if it's too long

a/n : thank you for requesting this anon 🫶🏻

: a lot of talks about insecurities, mentions of scars, this is basically self inserted, angst with comfort

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you were never someone who put in efforts to look good not because you didn't wanted to but you think that it's rather difficult and it needs lots of efforts. you admired people that could do consistent skincare, do their makeup flawlessly and have a good sense in fashion. thinking that it requires lots of effort to do all those, you just ignored them and did nothing, comfortable in your own skin who's wearing baggy clothes everywhere you go except if there's was a really important event then you'll dress up a bit and try to do some makeup (though it ended in a disaster)

one more reason you feel comfortable in your skin is because your own boyfriend, mikey said he doesn't mind and that you're pretty in his eyes. that was until one day when the toman members hang out in your shared apartment, insecurities seeped in.

"look at this model! she's so pretty.."

"yeah look at her skin, it looks so soft and smooth"

"yeah, she's really pretty isn't she?"

"who's this model again mitsuya? don't you wanna introduce us to her?"

"she pretty.." mikey said while extending his neck to gawk at the instagram account in hakkai's phone. you were doing some snacks in the kitchen, busy and unaware of your boyfriend that was gawking at someone prettier than you. "she doesn't have any scars, she's really pretty. what's her instagram again?" mikey said again while taking out his phone and opening the app.

you've heard that though, the words that mikey choose made you glance at your thigh where you had a scar from fighting during the bloody halloween. was it ugly? but mikey always said that the scar isn't ugly but he never said it was pretty either. your hands that were holding the snacks were trembling and your breath started to quicken.

am i not pretty? is this scar ugly?

your thoughts were snapped when you heard the fridge being slammed shut and you saw draken. draken eyed you and titled his head. "you heard that didn't you?" he asked with a low voice, careful not to alert the others who were happily laughing in the living room.

"y-yes" draken gave you a sympathetic look while you wiped the tears you had with your hoodie that was too big for your own size. draken tsked "mikey's a dumbass, i'll tell him to-"

"no wait! it's fine draken, i think it's just me. huh, look at me, i don't even bother to dress myself a bit even you guys came to visit. it's okay, mikey must have been bored looking at this, this bland person that doesn't have anything special at all. i think if i dress up i'll be prettier than usual and mikey would be happy don't you think?"

draken shooked his head because you were saying those words so easily, like it wasn't hurting yourself, like the tears in your eyes were not there. draken wouldn't want this to happen, you were one of his best friends after all. draken can see how you don't dress up much, growing up with boys and deliquents, rarely wearing a skirt. draken wouldn't want any harm on you, but you were now harming yourself.

"oi kenchin could you grab the snacks y/n just made? i think she's gaming again!" mikey yelled from the living room, you lended the snacks to draken and he passed by. the members were unaware of your presence were laughing away while you were in the bathroom hugging your knees while you cried.

mikey said he's gonna stay over at pahchin's house so you took the opportunity to rummage through your closet to look for something pretty however everytime you wore them, your scars were appealing and it made you felt so, so ugly. you didn't have up, wearing every clothes just for it show your scar again. not to mention, you had body rolls too. it was ugly to you.

each time, you told yourself not to cry but at the end you ended up sobbing on the bed while wearing a short skirt. nothing suited you. nothing could make you look pretty. hiccuping, you took out some makeup supplies you had bought long ago. you tried to apply them but unfortunately the makeup just looked clump on your face and now you looked similar to a clown.

yeah, a clown. because i would never be pretty enough. no matter how much i try, i would just be the same old ugly me.

tears that were streaming down were staining the thick mascara you applied. your eyes were red and puffy and you couldn't even look yourself in the mirror anymore. so you did what you did best. you threw the mirror across the room, shattering the glass on the floor. mikey won't be back until morning so you thought you'll just clean it up later.

"what the hell?! y/n, y/n baby are you okay?! what happened? y/n?"

mikey's heart dropped when he heard the sound of glass shattering, draken was right. he shouldn't have said that.

"now, what would you feel if i did the same thing with emma? it would sting wouldn't it? go home mikey, she's alone and sad. god knows what she'll do"

so he took his motorcycle and ride through the traffic, draken's words behind his head. he doesn't even noticed that his words were said, they just slipped. that wasn't an excuse, now he needs to find you and asks for forgiveness first. although he might not be granted one.

"mikey? oh, im sorry about the mirror, it's just- don't worry! i'll buy a new one tomorrow and i'll clean up! why are you here mikey? shouldn't you be with the others?"

"is that makeup y/n?"

"oh this? oh uh, no it's just im just curious! well, i wanted to look pretty too but it's ruined now"

mikey's knees buckled and he fell on the floor with glass on them. your eyes widened and you ran towards him. mikey hugged you traced your scarred thigh. "you're the prettiest person i know y/n. i should've said that earlier but-"

"no, mikey im not pretty-"

"stop saying that y/n. this scar? beautiful, it's like a symbol of the early days you were with me, of how long we've been together. these eyes of yours? magnificent. so pretty i get so lost in them. you don't need makeup to be pretty baby, the makeup is supposed to enhance your beauty. im so sorry i said those words, i can't believe i did that to you. to the love of my life"

"it's just, i know im not pretty mikey but i can be pretty. i just need time to be pretty okay they said these scars aren't permanent and-"

"y/n stop it!" mikey's hand slammed on the floor, now the hand bleeding. you were crying but mikey was holding his tears back, he felt so guilty making you feel like this but this isn't about him. it's about you.

"please listen to me, you don't need hide your scars from me please. im truly sorry, i don't want those models and anyone else. it's you that i want. you're the only one that i love y/n, your beauty can't be described to me. you're so pretty y/n. prettier than anyone"

"look at me y/n" he hooked his finger under your chin. he took the scattered clothes on the bed nearby and wiped your face with makeup on it.

after the makeup was removed a bit, he hold your face in his hands and whispered "beautiful"

you hugged him again, sobbing in his chest and dozed off on his chest. mikey lifted you bridal style to sleep on the couch, you had an exhausting day and your boyfriend is happier than ever to fix it.

author's note : hi if you're reading this and have the same insecurity im going to tell you that you're really really beautiful okay? i want you to appreciate yourself as and not bring yourself down. some advices because no one adviced me, if you want to start on makeup but you feel like your lacking in it start with your skincare first. invest in some skincare because its worth it. don't judge yourself too much and trust the process. your author here is rooting for you and loves you very much