#i like long curly haired men can u tell

[duckytree]

please read the books for my boy jaime lannister who speedran his character arc when he realized that 99 percent of his problems can be cured with buff girl tiddy

[your-nanas-house]

Hi I saw that you need ideas for Ethan landry.

So can u do x ethan landry x reader, where Ethans father told Ethan to date y/n for their master plan and Ethan doesn't have a problem. With it since he already has a girlfriend, but his girlfriend doesn't like him dating g someone else but he tells her it's only for the plan.

So Ethan met y/n and they started dating, but the reader is killer and she know Ethan is using the reader and he already has a girlfriend, so the reader punishes him during sex, and y/n makes a deal with him to kill his own girlfriend and let the reader in on his family's master plan.

And later Ethan starts having feelings for y/n starts forgetting about his other girlfriend the reader forced him to kill.

(Sorry if this is alot)

Hello!! Thank you so much for the request, it's never a lot. Dw! 😉 Sorry that it took me so long.

Anything

◇ Pairing: Ethan Landry X killer!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, degradation, crazy y/n, lies, murders, mention of killing

◇ Summary: Ethan finds himself tied to his "new" girlfriend's bed.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It had been a few months since you started dating your nerdy schoolmate, Ethan Landry.

A cute boy with curly brown hair and a sweet but attractive face, a pure geek who had managed to win you over.

Well— that was what the boy believed, the thing he didn't know and that you had omitted was that you knew who the real him was, you knew his family's plan, how his father had told him to approach you for the ultimate plan and how he was just using you since he already had a girlfriend waiting for him and warming up his bed.

It bothered you in a way but you couldn't blame him, in the end you were doing the same to him— you were using him.

Just like at this moment while he was tied to your bed, a lost puppy-dog look on his face. When you had called him and let him into the dormitory, playing the part of the good girlfriend who is so much in love with her boyfriend, you had surprised him and convinced him to participate in one of your little fantasies— so you had called it to get his attention and convince him, because even though he was a virgin he was still a man and you knew too well how to play with men's heads.

You had tied him up using pink, cloth-covered handcuffs in the hope of hurting him just for your own sadistic pleasure. His arms and legs were pinned to your bed, he was still wearing his clothes and you had just removed the blindfold of him after making him wait almost an hour.

"Hello darling" you whispered, putting too much emphasis on the pet name you used; your hand close to his face and your fingers almost gently stroking the skin of his cheek as you enjoyed the confusion and false terror in his face.

"I'll get straight to the point, I know everything— about the plan, your intentions and your girlfriend," you whispered as if it were a secret, only to tease him before licking his neck, enjoying how he started to tremble softly just because of your touch.

Your hand, which was previously resting on his cheek, moved down his body till to the zip of his blue jeans. You opened it and pulled out its length which was already hard and ready to be touched.

You gave him a few pumps before speaking again

"I want to be part of the plan, my love" you continued stroking him, watching his body and mind react to your care.

His back arched, his breathing became heavy against the headband you had used to cover his mouth, his half-closed eyes were full of lust and his face was flushed due to the sensation you were giving him.

"I don't like it when people use me, although I always know when it happens but that's not the point—" you paused as your phone began to ring, your hand moved away from his cock making Ethan whimper in pain.

You stood up and grabbed the phone, answering the call as if there wasn't a man tied to your bed at that moment; your demeanor was calm, relaxed and calculating just like your steps towards your wardrobe, where you grabbed a dildo you were hiding there.

Unfortunately you had to go take care of something and you had to leave your poor Ethan all alone, with only the vibrations against his erect cock to make him feel less lonely.

"I have to go outside, honey. I'll be back as soon as I'm done, be good," you said, leaving a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's forehead before walking out ignoring his whimpers and whines coming from him.

.

It took longer than it should have, in fact you returned almost an hour later to find Ethan still tied to the bed.

He had made a real mess with his cum and his body was all flushed from too much stimulation, you could even see tears rolling down his cheeks while his curls were stuck to his forehead from his sweat.

"Hi baby, I'm back. How are you?" You sat on the bed, watching him before removing the bandage from his mouth, finally letting him speak

"T-T-Too much!— T' much!" He kept repeating, crying until you stopped the vibration and began to clean him, taking care of his overstimulated body as he whimpered and spoke in a whisper

"L-love. Please set me free and kiss me— I'll do anything you want, anything!" Ethan quickly declared desperately, accepting the kiss and cuddle in an attempt to calm his oh so quick heartbeats not noticing your evil smirk

"Darling— I want you to kill your girlfriend and make me talk to your father. I want a moment of glory too, after all the murders attributed to the wrong killers." You replied, thinking back at your stolen murders.

Ethan nodded, his face hidden in your chest as he caught his breath; he didn't want to admit it openly but he had been falling in love with you since a few months now, maybe since the beginning but he had never noticed this confident and dominant side of you, not that he minded of course.

This way he could have spent more time together with you, without having to think about Melissa, his girlfriend— now almost ex-girlfriend due to a tragic accident that will happen in her house, some people even claimed it was a suicide.

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Ur good 🗞 anon I don't have a problem with it :))) also I'm sending u a red eye (drip coffee w a shot of Espresso in it) it is the fuel that keeps blue collar guys going

ALSO ALSO IM STILL FERAL OVER GENDERBENT 141 FUCK WOMENNNNNN

-🔪

I love how you 2 are having a love affair in my asks

speaking of Genderbent!141,

Let me use highjack this ask to cook up something good:

Genderbent!Los Vaqueros (and everyone else).

(this is especially for @lyralein and their promise to draw me Alejandra and Rosario)

Alejandra Vargas has the longest, prettiest hair for someone who spends their time with it TIED IN A DAMN HIGH PONYTAIL???? She 100% wears SOOOO much hair gel to keep it slick and from having flyaways while in the field but that means it exposes her widow's peak and big ass fivehead. She's very used to being underestimated (just like Jane Price) but she has natural scary dog privilege and even her smirks and smiles look evil, so her subordinates Know Better™️. Also, she's tall as all hell, just like Simone. Fuck you mean she's 5ft10???? She serves cunt everywhere she goes when off-duty.

Rosario "Rosa" Parra has a curly bob and has the longest prettiest eyelashes. Does it pass regulation? No. But are you gonna go tell the Colonel's best friend to fix her hair, cut it? No. Exactly. Now get out of her face before SgtMj Parra makes you run drills. She and Alejandra have MATCHING tattoos that they got after the betrayal of their teammates who were on the cartel's payroll (like Valerio Garza). I'm entirely convinced her and Alejandra have gossip sessions over coffee when doing paperwork.

Valerio Garza is 100% such a fucking papi chulo. You know it, I know it. Man's got the most beautiful brown eyes, thickest brows, and the nastiest little smug smirk on his lips at all times. Has a shaggy little hairstyle that just makes him look like SUCH a fuckboy and a 5 o'clock shadow. Man's tall as all hell and I just KNOW he's got a fucking scorpion tattooed in his forearm. Just trust me on this.

Patricia Graves (yes I know Philipa exists but I don't like it for him bc it's not 'common' the way 'Philip' is common for men) is such a fucking bitch. I'm sorry, but she is. (to me, Philip's actions just become even more inexcusable when she's a woman like????) Anyways. Has the sleekest light brown hair but she gets it lightened to blonde because she can. Who's gonna stop her? Wears her hair cut into a lob (long bob) and unironically loves cowboy boots when she's out of uniform.

Alexa Keller is ready to fuck shit up at a moment's notice. Give her a time and a place and she WILL show up, drop some bodies, and leave without a word. Tall and strong, but not as beefy as Soap. Especially top-heavy. I'm convinced she binds her chest with bandages in order to fasten her vest on properly. Has a layered bob and carries bobby pins in her pack/pockets so she can keep pinning it back, on TOP of already carrying hair-ties around her wrists. At one point, Faris teaches her how to tie a scarf to keep it off her face.

Faris Karim is, I hate to say it, tall and on the skinny side. The ULF is a freedom fighting group and he's spent much time in prison, so, he's not as 'well developed' as many soldiers would be. Nonetheless, he's a good leader and makes up for his lesser build with determination. Has a beard that he cannot keep up with more often than not so he shaves it off when it gets too long, and keeps his hair in a combover or quiff.

Christopher "Chris" Laswell is, point blank, tall and slightly pudgy, used to being behind a desk, writing reports and fucking people up with words more than with fists. That being said, piss him off hard enough and he'll have you on your ass. Has an Ivy League cut with a side part and is either PERFECTLY clean-shaven or has the THICKEST beard you've ever seen. (I was gonna 'pick' a mustache only but then he'd look like Alex Keller too much)

Natasha is, I hate to say it, the most stereotypical Russian woman you've ever met... minus the blonde hair. She has the beautiful waves, she has the red lipstick and the heavy make-up, she has the expensive fur coats, and dresses and heels, and all the jewelry. Is it practical? No. But she's a CEO and a forced to be reckoned and there's nothing stopping her.

[im-in-a-love-cult]

if you do a post of headcannons for the valkyries i will pass out tbh

HII sorry this took so long 😭🔫

Marauders era hcs !!

The valkyries

Lily

Really freckled on her arms

Not only on her arms but theyre more obvious on her arms

Had a bob in 1st year but grew her hair long and kept it like that ever since

Really well spoken

Loves doing Sirius' hair but he barely ever lets her do it 😭

Really good at all subjects except flying 💀

LOVES ABBA NOBODY TELL ME DIFFERENTLY IDC WHAT U SAY

i can see her making daisy chains with 1st years

Gets annoyed easily 😭

Same tbh

Amazing at comforting people

MY AUTOCORRECT CHANGED AMAZING TO AMSTERDAM??

Laughs like a 3 year old

She means sm to me ngl

Mary

The real casanova of gryffindor tower

Used to people calling her a whore :(

Its ok Marlene beats them up

Has the most beautiful curly hair

Has one of those smiles that lights up the room

Loves fire

Same

An inch above average height

In a modern era she listens to songs like maneater and promiscuous girl

Red lips are her staple idc

Has a crush on young male teachers 😭😭

Always falls for gay guys

Same bae same

'I like him-' 'Mary he's gay' '...fuck.'

Only wears dresses on fancy occasions

She wears joggers the rest of the time

God shes so me

Marlene

Raging lesbian

Finds men revolting 💀

FAKE BLONDE SHE BLEACHES HER HAIR

sorry that was aggressive

Almost always has that smokey eyeliner on

YKNOW THE EMO ONE??

same bae same

Energetic asf

Rock music enthusiast

You'll never catch her wearing a dress

She wears trousers with her uniform

So so dramatic

Has a really nice jawline

Got a mullet for shits and giggles then kept it till the day she died

Which wasnt that long

AHEM

Really good at catching food in her mouth when someone throws it

REALLY STRONG PUNCHER

Sleeps with a teddy idc

God shes so me

Keeps gifts people give her even if its a tiny little wildflower and then proceeds to deny it

Threw up when someone asked if her and Sirius were together 💀🔫

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

I didnt do dorcas cuz i did them in the slytherin skittles hcs :))

I can do angst and ship headcannons if anyone would like that

I'm also contemplating doing x reader headcannons LMFAO 😭 I FEEL LIKE THEYD BE POPULAR LEAVE ME ALONE

x reader can be romantic or platonic btw 😭 But reader would ever be gn or male cuz i keep complaining about no male reader so i figured I'd do it myself 🙄🙄

Ok thank you all for the support !!

[mashiee]

Arlo family lore plspls its beneficial to my health

OKAY SO

so i got another ask specifically about [REDACTED] so im gonna talk abt that in a separate ask

BUT i will tell u abt my ocs for arlos fam (almost exclusively on his dads/valeries side, havent thought abt mom much) and general stuff for them and their relationships w eachother and arlo specifically

OKAY SO

i gave Arlo four older siblings because why the hell not and i can (i will get to the parents later)

also while im thinking abt it, im unsure abt Arlo's last name but im thinking Kingston right now

OKAY ANYWAY

also i just wanna say that when made character names i usually just smash sound together until i find something i like and hope it isnt a slur in another language

so what im saying is none of the names have any relevance or importance i just like their sounds and how they look

the first oc is Mammi (pronounced like ma'am-ee)

hes the oldest of the five of them, as of current uno time hes 25

he/him

amab cismasc

haven't decided sexuality. probably gay bc im gay and i self project too much

anyway he currently works with the authorities and is in a relatively high ranking position

but surprise surprise hes a spy for [ERROR]

(a secret organization :) also has a whole Thing that would require a separate post. a lot of new characters and also some world building. plus it also kind of plays into my bod au/rei fic)

but unfortunately the authorities are all fucking idiots and no one would even think of suspecting him

Valeire is the only one who does (she basically Knows) bc their father (her brother) was against a lot of the things the authorities did

but she has absolutely no proof so she cant do anything :)

fun fact Mammi and the entirety of Arlo's sibling except for Arlo himself all Loathe Valerie

2 of them want her dead

one would actively make an attempt on her life themselves if they ever saw her again

pst psst Mammi is the former

anyway Mammi is Tall (TM)

atm his height is fluctuating between 6'5 and 6'6 bc i cant choose

i just think itd be hysterical if Arlo's entire family on his dad's side were all giants

speaking of that let me take this time to tell you that Arlo is the youngest in his family aside from his mom and Valerie because i thought it'd be really funny

bc Mammi is in the authorities he often wears a suit and let me tell you this man looks fine as hell

not all men can work a suit but this one can

i still havent drawn any of the siblings except for a bit of the next one so my visuals of them are all p vague and could absolutely change but as of now

Mammi has long straight blond hair that roughly reaches his waist

its usually in a low ponytail

he has gold eyes :)

not sure what i want his ability to be yet (obviously a shield variant but what exactly) or how powerful

now for the lovely sister of the family

so the next one is Luss (pronounced how it's spelled)

shes 24 :)

she/her pronouns trans woman

6'4

lesbian

a model who travels quite a lot

long curly hair and gold eyes

always wearing red lipstick

a bit mischievous

her ability is... well its honestly kind of useless on its own

she can make shields that are full orbs but theyre only about the size of a fist

she did find out that they hurt if u throw them at ppl tho, esp if u put stuff in them

not sure what level yet. maybe a flat 6.0 . or maybe even like a 5.9 if i wanna get angsty and make like her family disappointed in her for not being a god tier or smth

very caring about her family

very forgiving person to a fault

strongly believes in second chances

Luss is the closest to Mammi

but she doesn't really feel like she has anyone close to her

(which ends up being a huge bonding point between her and Arlo)

tries her best to keep their family together but it's pretty futile

tries to be optimistic and cheerful and such but it's all an act

would do anything for her family, especially her siblings

sees herself a lot in Arlo for what little she's seen of him

and then we have the twins

as stated above, theyre twins

the older one is Sade, and Kallo is idk like two mins younger or smth

theyre both 21

Sade uses they/them pronouns and is nonbinary

Kallo uses he/they and like. he knows he's masculine but he isnt like a man or male

hes keeping his gender unlabeled but sometimes says its homeboy bc he thinks its funny

tbh im not sure what assigned gender at birth i want either of them to be so im just not gonna choose 🤷

both are 6'4 1/2 or sth

the twins are very separated from the rest of the family they want nothing to do w them

they both dont like Mammi

and hate Valerie

Sade wants her dead and if Kallo ever saw her again he'd lunge

they tolerate Luss and don't dislike her but it's not their favorite to be around her

they don't have any feelings towards Arlo

Sade is a fashion designer and occasionally works with Luss, occasionally

Kallo is a mechanic

originally i had him as a surfer dude but i decided not to

the twins live a long long way away from Wellston and the rest of the family and have no intention of ever going back

theyre both closest to eachother obviously

they both have a lot of trust issues (all of them do) and only really trust eachother

again not sure about abilities

might want Kallo to have some variation of his mom's rather than their dads tho, or maybe a combo of both

i think ill keep Sade w a shield variant

also dk abt sexuality 🤷

i feel like at least one of them would be aro or ace tho. maybe like one is aro and the other is ace lol

ok so now that im done w the siblings

mr dad man's name is Vickaius. hes Valerie's brother. not sure if i want him to be older or younger.

he has long yellow hair (usually up in a pony tail) and gold eyes

yes im terrible and am making him an attractive dilf you cant stop me i have no self control

if it makes u feel any better i'll probably make the mom a milf too

anyway

i kinda wanna give him a scar or two and/or an eyepatch

def a god tier. some type of shield ability. i think i want him to be like a 7.1

he/him or he/she not sure what i want

tbh probably bisexual but thinks he's straight for whatever reason

6'5-7 or smth

fun fact he's currently in jail :)

the moms name is Ariella and she has curly hair and blue eyes. im not sure if i want her to have blonde or brown hair

i dont have much to say abt her tbh. not bc i dont care abt her but like. in my arlo fam plot while she is relevant and important she isnt like. you dont need to know about her. if that makes sense

i do know that i want her to be exactly a whole foot shorter than Vickaius bc i think its hilarious

context for post: arlo hcs

other related stuff: [REDACTED]

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hiii would it be possible to get a jjk matchup? :)

I’m a female, 18, n bisexual with a preference for men.

Looks wise um im 5’3 or 5’4 ??? I wear glasses and I’ve got shoulder length curly hair/ wavy hair. I’m kinda chubby? sometimes I’m pretty insecure about that tbh and other times im like hell yeah this is cute af everyone loves to have something comfy to squish.

Personality wise im an ISTJ! I tend to be sort of quiet and awkward when I first meet people, and I am almost NEVER the first one to try and make conversation with someone I don’t know. Like I’ve been told by friends that when they first met me, they thought I hated them and looked mean. I guess I can still be pretty harsh, but the closer I get to someone, the more comfy I am with being more I make more jokes and open up more and allow myself to be more childish? I guess? Like with someone im not close to I’ll be stiff as a board but with my sister im laughing and being stupid constantly.

I dont like talking about myself, at least not often. I always try to steer the conversation towards the other person cause i feel guilty for talking about myself “too much” so I just avoid doing it completely. I also hate when a conversation feels forced, like I want to be talking more to the other person than they want to talk to me, in which case I just match their energy lol cause I don’t wanna embarrass myself.

My hobbies are reading, listening to music, writing, and editing! I love listening to like beabadoobee n NIKI n TWICE !!

Honestly on the inside im a lot more excited and cheesy than I am on the outside. Like in my head im always gushing about stuff if yk what I mean but on the outside i dont show it because I feel cringe. And mentally i know it isn’t cringe to be affectionate towards people or to be excited about things, but when i try to say “i love you” to people or when i gush over some hot guy, it just feels so wrong.

Anyways my love languages are def words of affirmation (to receive) cause I like the reassurance, but also quality time cause that means I can just sit in silence with someone while we both do our own thing and that’s just the best thing ever.

This was sorta long I kind of went along the same format as the person before me cause I didn’t have an example to go off so thank u to that person too😭 <3

(NO REQUEST IS TOO LONG FOR THIS BLOG. Also I hope you enjoy this, have a lovely day!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- He’s the first one to talk to you and y’all became friends quickly. He doesn’t mind carrying the conversation, he likes to tell you jokes to make you laugh.

- When you start talking more and start to joke around, he gets so happy.

- He makes sure to reassure you daily to make those insecure thoughts you have about yourself disappear completely (he also reassures you that you aren’t being annoying or talking about yourself “too much”. Then he flicks you on the forehead)

- You two will often times sit or lay down together in silence doing your own thing. Occasionally he will show you something on his phone that he wants you to see (you never know what to expect, it could be a funny meme, a random video, or a cursed image)

- If you are writing a story or something he gets curious about what it’s about so he’ll often take the paper, laptop, or whatever you’re using to write and read it.

Masterlist

[mccoys-killer-queen]

Seeing Dokken/Lynch Mob/Ted Poley (Danger Danger) in concert

this was just at my normal go-to venue 50 minutes away

I was VERY PREPARED THIS TIME and bought a chair, blanket, hat, gloves, scarf, wore 2 pairs of pants, and my GOOD JACKET

yes this meant ppl were judging me I JUST HATE THE COLD OK

i made line friends again this time we're gonna call them Dan and Barry and they're Elder Metalheads and told stories about protecting their wives and other children at shows

Ted Poley granted me a photo pass but no one from his management gave a fuck and didn't tell the venue so I didn't get a pass :( he's such a sweet guy tho

so this guy I was hanging out with at the Sonic Slam show last summer turned out to be my one insta friend's COUSIN LOL so the two of them plus his mom got me up at the barrier LMAOO it pays off to make friends in line

I was extremely disappointed in the merch. there were literally 3 (three) shirts to choose from. That was it. Plus you could buy a CD if u wanted. They also weren't taking card. Fuck that. I bought a double vodka cranberry instead.

due to personal reasons I think I gotta stan Danger Danger now

literally I never heard a single song by them until a week ago but Ted is just so nice and fun and he put on a hell of a 30 minute show

he also threw balloons into the crowd that we had to blow up ourselves it was hilarious

there was also this little kid next to me the entire time and Ted threw him a balloon but he didn't catch it so he knelt down in front of this kid and threw like ALL the balloons at him it was so sweet ;-;

just wanna say for the record that I was there for like at least 8 core memory moments for that child last night and that balloon story was one of them

for Don't Walk Away, Ted came into the crowd bc he said 'it looks like you're having so much fun out there, I'm gonna join you!' and i couldn't find him like the entire time eoirngwoergnwerg

he also spit like a ton of times over his head and idk what it is about concert but it always makes me want men to spit on me

honestly Ted's set was the height of the show

Lynch Mob was really good and their singer... 👁👄👁

he's got crazy eyes, he's got long curly dark brown hair, and he's a petite little bitch

he also looks like Derek Day from Classless Act and Rami Malek's lovechild

his pants were TOOOOOOO LOWW 👁👄👁👁👄👁👁👄👁 i could see pubes 👁👄👁

watching George Lynch play is an otherworldly experience

at the end of their set, their drummer threw his drumsticks into the crowd and the little boy next to me caught one and everyone around him EXPLODED with joy (another core memory moment)

at one point their bassist threw his pick and I ended up getting it off the floor and giving it to this boy too

his mom thanked me secretly rogwrgtpmrtg

idk why everyone says Don Dokken can still sing I'm sorry but he can't he's worse than Vince Neil like he was literally monotone the entire time I was disappointed

despite that we were still bangin and goin nuts

Don did smile at me 3 times tho and wave at me ;-;

his stories were funny too trpptprptg like he said in Germany they eat french fries with mayo and that's the only thing he knew out to say in german in the early 80s and it's all he would eat bc of that

also he kept gushing about the crowd and the venue and how much he loves Penn's Peak and the crowd is always wild and how the venue is in the middle of nowhere (which is very correct)

there was also a red flag where Don introduced Dream Warriors with how big Patricia Arquette's boobs were when she was 16  🚩 🚩 🚩 🚩 🚩

also based on everything I've heard from Ted, Dokken and their team don't sound like very nice people erogneorgtgpptt

I wanted to meet Ted afterwards but I didn't wanna push it ;-; he emailed me today offering me a pass at his show in NJ on Friday but I declined bc 1- I would have to leave straight from work 2- I would have to drive through Philadelphia 3- how is he sure they'll actually listen to him this time and 4- it's over 100 miles away so I'd have to invest in so much gas :( sorry Ted i want to but it's it's just not gonna be worth it

[chelleztjs18]

You must be a woman who likes to focus on your natural beauty, right? I thought your style was really cool

There's not much to tell you about my style, I can say that I'm not a fan of women's clothing even though I'm a woman, I like baggy clothes so I wear men's clothing a lot.

Sometimes I wear feminine clothes but not very flashy clothes, I don't like makeup because I think it doesn't show my true beauty.

I like wide pants that fit my body and I like any sneakers but black ones, my wardrobe only has black t-shirts, pants and sneakers.

My hair is curly so I just curl it and go out, I don't make much effort. See there's not much about my style, mom.

Yes it's me, the person with the bold question, so I can call you Mom so you know it's me or an emoji, even my secret name "Nygma", you choose how I can make you remember me.

He cares for himself

Hello!

Yes, it's true. I focus on natural beauty and most important is inner beauty 😌

Aw thank u.. my style is just casual n cozy 😁

Your style sounds comfy too.. i think as long as u r comfortable with what u wearing, then u can wear anything.

I used to wear baggy or men's / unisex clothes because i was a lot more tomboy back then. Plus i was twice in size than i am today n so i just wear that fit me or comfortable. But now i can say i am more feminine.

Oh imnwith u with black color.. i love black clothing. They always looks a lot nicer.

My hair is a little wavy but not that much.. i usually just blow dry it, brush it with my rolling brush. How long is ur hair? Mine is just medium hair length above my shoulder.

R u the anon who sent me an ask to leave my husband for u? Im sorry if i was wrong..i was just wondering n curious. 😅

I will just call u Nygma anon. 😊

Cheerio!

[annesthaeticc]

Jealous, Love? | Sherlock x Fem!Reader

Jealous, Love? | Sherlock x Fem!Reader [Rated 18+]

| a smut fic

| 3772 words

| RATED 18+. PWP; porn with some plot. light BDSM, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking

| NOTE: HELLO! this one's a sherlock smut one. and it's long like sherlock's 🍆! i loved writing this and yeah i hope you do too. AS WARNING AS I ALWAYS DO; this is a smut fic, so if it's not for u and if u shouldn't be reading this, please stay away. comments, hearts, REBLOGS are greatly appreciated! actual content after the 'keep reding' cut!

“Honestly, if you two want people to stop suspecting you’re a gay couple, you need to stop bickering like an old married couple. You’re definitely worse than Mrs. Turner’s tenants.” your voice echoed through the living room of 221B. You plopped down the worn sofa and the two men finally stopped their heated discussion.

“I’m not gay, Y/N. I don’t know about him though.” John joked and hugged you briefly before offering you a cuppa.

“Oh, I know you’re not gay, John. And I’m definitely not so sure about Sherlock.” you winked at the curly-haired man and in response, he rolled his eyes at you, deeming it useless to reply to your remark with a sarcastic one. Sherlock turned away, focusing back on the case files scattered on the table. John served tea and you settled on one of the chairs, making yourself comfortable.

You took a sip of tea before asking what’s the latest case about. Sherlock was all too happy to indulge you. The suspect was a rich and grimy criminal, holding multiple suspicions of theft and sexual assault charges. The case was plain as day, Sherlock managed to crack it within a day, but he took the case nonetheless, he couldn’t pass up the challenge. Now, the criminal was smart to outrun the authorities, he was never caught. Sherlock emphasized he was a ‘filthy bastard’. You snickered at his label.

“So, what’s the problem?” you asked. John sighed as Sherlock suggested the blogger should break it to her.

“He wants you to be the bait.” John sighed heavily and you know he’s against that plan. You and John were fond of each other, treated each other as siblings, and this is him being protective of you.

“Bait?” you reiterated just so you could clear it out what it entails. Sherlock sat in font of you and crossed his legs.

“I need you to seduce him, get a confession out of him.” Sherlock said as if it was the most normal thing to say. You looked at him and squinted your eyes at him.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this. We’ll come up with a better plan, Sherlock’s idea is totally rubbish—” John said but you cut him off.

“I’ll do it.” you said with a smirk. Sherlock raised his eyebrow at you, obviously annoyed and you know the very reason why. He doesn’t want you to agree.

“What? Y/N, it’s not safe. This is just Sherlock’s idea of a sick joke…” John trailed off, and you shrugged.

“Why not? It’ll help you solve this case quicker; you can stamp a big ‘SOLVED’ on the case folder. Besides, it could be fun, just like those spy films we watch? You know, like Charlie’s Angels?” you giggled. Suddenly, Sherlock stood up, buttoned up his jacket and started to pace around the room.

“Here’s his schedule. Let’s work out your moves.” Sherlock said and grabbed another folder, tossing it on the coffee table in front of you. The two of you started to discuss the specifics, then John excused himself, saying his farewell as he needs to pick up Rosie from the daycare. When John was finally out of the door, Sherlock abruptly closed the folder, blocking your view from the criminal’s schedule.

“I know what you’re doing.” he said, his voice tough and commanding. You know that voice so well.

“Do you, Sherlock?” you leaned forward.

“I do. And I’m telling you, it’s not going to end well. Especially for you.”

“Then why suggest it in the first place? Oh my god, are you actually concerned for me?” you smirked at him and he scowled.

“Again, my idea of a sick joke. Didn’t know you’d take the challenge. And no, I’m not. If I’m actually concerned for you, I wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place.” he said, his voice fading as he went towards the window.

“You’re spinning in circles here, Sherlock. What do you really want me to do?” you stepped closer to him, invading his space. He turned and looked at you, taking a moment to just breathe in your sight; hair shining against the morning light, bright and challenging eyes, and soft pink lips.

He doesn’t want you to do it. He can’t bear to watch you galivant around and do nasty things with that slimy bastard. He doesn’t want to see you with another man, because you, you’re all his. He’s the only one who should touch you and bring you to heaven and back, and you feel all the same.

Your relationship with him was not conventional. But who cares about that, it’s the 21st century already. Sex. That’s it. The two of you enjoy copious amount of sex. Behind close doors, of course. What the two of you have is a secret. As time moved on, you developed fondness and maybe a little bit of sentiment for him. And him, just the same. He’ll deny it for all he wants, of course, but he feels something for you, something more than just what the two of you have. He’ll never say it out loud, but you can feel it in his secret touches and stolen kisses.

“I don’t want you to do it, but you should. I’m saying I’m not going to like it.” he finally said, then brushed a stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You gave him a small smile and traced the lapel of his jacket, before placing your hand on his chest. He cupped your jaw and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, kissing you softly.

When the kiss broke, you looked up at him and said, “I’m not going to like it either, but the things we do for the greater good, right?” In reply, he gave you a small nod before kissing your temple. He walked away and offered you tea. It was going to be fun, indeed.

As weeks progressed, the plan did too. You’ve successfully managed to ‘seduce’ Vincent, the slimy and filthy bastard who preys on women and steals paintings for fun. How did the police not manage to capture the man, you have no idea. Maybe Sherlock was right after all, they were right out idiots.

You began to spend more time with Vincent. Almost every night you were out with him, dancing in some club or having dinner at hotels. But nothing happened of course, that’s just it. You’ve always turned down his advances, promising to save it on the night of the ball. Sherlock on the other hand, was playing pleased with your progress. You were actually helping the case; he’ll give you that. But then, deep inside, he wasn’t at all happy to hear your stories about dinner dates and club hopping. His imagination would run wild and it drove him up the wall. He silently hoped it would all be over.

Ah yes, the Mayfair Charity Ball. It wasn’t listed on his schedule as it was an all-of-a-sudden invitation. You agreed to be his date and busied yourself on that afternoon to pamper yourself. By seven in the evening, you were dressed to the nines, wearing a deep red gown, black heels, and flawless makeup. You walked around the crowded room; your hand loosely tucked on your partner’s arm. Sherlock wasn’t aware of the event, and how wrong of you to think of that when you spotted his mop of curly hair in the corner of the dancefloor.

You sticked with Vincent for the majority of the night, dodging his drinks and winking at him whenever he suggested that the two of you will have all night to romp in the sheets. Internally, you gagged whenever he said something about that. The band started the song and the dance commenced. You and Vincent swayed around. He was drunk, and it’s an understatement. As the third song came to its crescendo, Vincent said something that finally closed the case.

“I’ll tell you something, darling. All they’re saying were true. Women are just playthings for me. When I’m done with them, I give them reasons to leave, I hurt them. But it’s all fine now, innit? They can’t catch me. And you, my darling, you’re different. I’m not going to hurt you; I want to keep you.” he said, the last words falling from his lips, you smirked.

Across the room, Sherlock spotted the two of you and his anger was starting to bubble. You, being you, provoked him. You leaned in closer to Vincent and whispered something in his ear. Your eyes locked gaze with Sherlock before you kissed Vincent’s jaw, leaving a red kiss mark. Sherlock watched the scene and closed his fist. He glared at you, keeping his gaze on you. The song finally ended, you and Vincent broke apart. You excused yourself and went towards the ladies’ room. It was surprisingly empty. You quickly did your business but before you could leave, Sherlock closed the door and locked it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said and leaned against the door.

“That’s just acting, Sherlock. You should know that.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“Really? Not letting me know about this ball is also acting? You’re a rubbish actor, Y/N.”

“Oh my god, Sherlock. Are you jealous?” you said, faux surprised.

“I’m not jealous, Y/N.”

“Oh! You so are!” you pointed at him. Sherlock caught your wrist and spun you around, pinning you against the bathroom door. All of a sudden, you could feel him everywhere. His gentle but firm grasp on your wrist, his cologne, his breath against your ear, and the growing tightness in his slacks against your thigh.

“Why would I be jealous, Y/N? I know I’m the only one who could touch you like this.” he whispered in your ear. You closed your eyes and you could feel his hand travel down your gown. He hitched up the hem of your gown up to your thigh and his hand left a burning blaze across your skin. He found your lace underwear and pushed it aside, then taking you by surprise, he slipped his middle finger inside you. Slowly and surely, he massaged your walls while you contained your whimpers.

“I’m the only one who could make you scream, love.” he growled in your ear, before biting your earlobe. The sensation made you grip on his bicep, your grip almost too desperate.

With only his middle finger fucking you, you can’t help yourself feel the familiar build-up of your orgasm. His voice wasn’t helping too. He was relentless. Sherlock wanted to take you to the edge, but just right at the edge. At that point where you’ll beg him to fuck you so hard that the secret that you two had would be revealed. The neighbors would find out that the two of you were fucking after all, and how did they find out? You screamed down the flat with Sherlock’s name. That’s what he wanted.

As you approach your orgasm, Sherlock abruptly stopped his ministrations. He pulled out his finger out of you and tugged your underwear down your legs. You tried to draw him close, hungry for friction, but he pulled away. He stuffed your underwear in his pocket, and sucked off his middle finger. Right then and there, you would’ve come so hard and so blindingly fast. But you stood frozen against the door, panting and wanting for more. Expecting for a kiss, he leaned in your ear instead and whispered, “See you at home, love.” One last wink, he went outside and closed the door.

With a triumphant smirk painted on his lips, Sherlock coolly walked around the party before settling to stand in a corner to contact Lestrade. With the arrangements of the arrest made, before the commotion could start, he left. Sherlock left the event. His coat collar turned up and his scarf wound around his pale neck. The walk was long enough so he could process his thoughts, especially his feelings for you.

To say he is confused is an understatement. You. You made him feel unexplainable things, and not only chemicals felt during arousal and attraction. You caused a riot between his mind and his heart and he was getting tired of it. For once, he decided he’ll give into what he really wants.

He wants you. Just you.

He wants to see you smile, feel and hear your laugh. And he wants to be the sole cause of that. He wants you, anytime and anywhere. He wants to see you and feel you before he drifts of to sleep, and he wants you to be the very first face he sees in the morning.

He wants you, big time.

And seeing you with another man made him angry. It also made him feel helpless, like his gut was being sucker punched repeatedly. With this, he wants to put a stop on your rendezvous, finally hold your hand and call you his.

It was around midnight when you arrived at 221 Baker Street. You quietly trudged up the stairs, hoping the detective would be asleep. But there he was in the living room, standing immaculate in his suit, his bowtie untied and hanging loosely on his neck. As if he was waiting for you.

“What was that all about, Sherlock?” you hissed at him, seething in anger and pent-up arousal.

“I just wanted to remind you, Y/N.” he replied, turning to face you. The light from the fireplace highlighting his features.

“Remind me what exactly, Sherlock? That I’m yours? You think all that sex we had equates to a relationship of sorts, Sherlock? Fuck, no. You know what, I’m done.” you put up your hands, in gesture of defense. You too, you were tired of screwing and fooling around. You want to stop this ridiculous game you two were playing.

“And I’m done too, Y/N. Let’s stop this bullshit.” he said, his voice piercing through you. He rarely cursed, so you know he’s serious. You misunderstand and so, with a sharp inhale, you backed against the wall, looking for the door handle to make your leave. He stopped you, pacing to your spot and gently grasping your wrist.

“Let’s do this properly this time, Y/N. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine.” he gazed at you, gauging your response. You watched each other’s pupils blow in desire and hear each other’s breath hitch. Sherlock took in the speed of your pulse; he could feel your heartbeat thrum in his fingers. And you could hear his heartbeat, pounding loudly, almost as if it is trying to break out of his ribcage.

You made the first move, answering him with a searing kiss. He responded in the same passion, cupping your jaw while you wrapped your hands around his arms. The two of you stumbled further into the hallway, the kiss getting more and more heated in every stumbling step. Sherlock guided you into his room, closing the door shut with his foot. He caught your bottom lip, sucked it before breaking the kiss for a breather.

“I want you. So much.” he whispered against your lips, then planting his forehead against yours.

“And you have me, Holmes. Ever since you fucked the living daylights out of me.” you giggled. He gifted you his throaty chuckle and connected his lips with yours.

You managed to chuck of his jacket, it landed on the floor. Soon followed his tight white shirt. The two of you ended on the bed with him above you. Hands feeling and breathings hard and fast. Sherlock can’t decide if he should fuck you in your pretty dress, he loved feeling the material on your skin and his. But he chose to tug off the straps of your gown, he found that little tie the bound the dress to your body and in one swift hand movement, you were naked lying on his bed, save for your heels. Suddenly, his pants got too uncomfortable.

Feeling incredibly sexy under his gaze, you started to touch yourself. You bit your lip and traced light circles on your sensitive flesh. It was such a sight and Sherlock couldn’t take it anymore. Finally free of any clothes, Sherlock fished out his discarded bowtie and held it up. He raised his eyebrow at you in silent confirmation and you nodded. He crawled up to your body, leaving a trail of kisses across your stomach. He massaged your breasts, pinching and twisting your peaked nipples. He took one into his mouth and you arched your back, your hands holding on to the sheets and onto his hair.

Sherlock let out a groan, your hands on his head caused a shiver to run down his spine. He wanted more and so he switched to your other breast, treating it with the same affection. Then he sat up and grabbed his bowtie. You offered your wrists and he made a quick work of binding your hands together. He helped you to a more comfortable position, you gripped the sheets above your head, anticipating for more.

Sherlock never wanted this moment to end, he wanted this scene of you and him painted and framed, posted on the walls of your room in his Mind Palace. He slowly lowered himself to you, body to body for a second. He held your hips and positioned it against his. You wrapped legs around his waist, then you felt him. He teased you at first and moans escaped yours and his lips.

Sherlock guided his cock inside your cunt and groaned in relief. You were so warm, so tight and so wet, and it was all for him. For a moment it made his head spin. He pulled back and he could feel your heels dig touch his ass. It was painfully delicious. He pushed himself inside you, deeper this time and your eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, that’s so deep.” you gasped. He kissed you and braced himself on the bed so he could properly time and angle his thrusts. One hand on the bed, one hand on your hips, Sherlock began to make love to you.

With your hands tied, all you could do was watch him, moan and curse, and clench your muscles around him. You gazed at his flexing muscles and his face etched in pleasure. His jaw slack and nostrils flaring, breathing heavy, and his hair falling and curling on his forehead. Sometimes he would kiss you and let out a sharp ‘fuck’ every time he felt you contract around him so tight. Such vision to behold. He angled your hips, bringing your legs on his shoulders and that sent him deeper into you. This time, he varied his thrusts, instead of thrusting in and out of you, he moved his hips up and down and that hit the spot, every time. You writhed in pleasure and soon, Sherlock brought out your first orgasm out of you.

You screamed as you felt your sudden orgasm flow through your body, ecstasy coursing through you. Sherlock slowed his thrusts and let you ride out your high. Panting and sweating, Sherlock watched you while he brought your legs from his shoulders. Planting kisses on your legs and finally removed your high heels. Then he untied his bowtie from your wrists, placing a kiss on your hand. As you caught your breath, you also caught the mischievous glint in his eyes. He wasn’t done with you.

“Got your breath back?” he asked, and kissed the pulse point on your neck.

“I think so.” you grinned at him and stole a kiss.

“Good, ‘cause I want to try something.” he replied and helped you into a kneeling position. He directed you to kneel on a certain side of the bed, that side that faced his closet, that side that faced the mirror. There you could see yourself, and looked beautifully fucked.

He positioned himself behind you and sat back on his haunches. He pumped his dick a few times before he let you sink into him. A different position, a different angle. This time, you know you’ll come just after a few seconds. He was buried into you balls-deep and you feel him poke that spot.

The two of you moved in synchrony; you lifting your hips and sitting back down on his length, and him thrusting up to meet you. With your hands free to roam, you brought your arm and linked it on his neck, making you arch your back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet like this.” Sherlock gasped in your ear. He let his hands wander too. You saw in the mirror how his graceful hands mapped your body, caressing your skin. One hand gripped your hips, guiding your thrusts, while his other hand stayed on your belly. He pressed on that spot where his cock is and you felt gloriously full. You shrieked in surprise.

“You feel that love? That’s me, deep inside you.” he said. Pressing into that spot once more.

“Oh god, Sherlock. I’m coming!” you cried.

“Come on, love. Come for me. Let’s come together.” he whispered harshly. He double timed and gave more force into his thrust. Every time he entered you and slid through your walls, you moaned.

“Now! Y/N, come with me!” he grunted and you finally felt warm liquid coat your walls. You came just in time, squeezing his cum out of his cock into your cunt. You felt every twitch of his cock and Sherlock felt every spasm. He held you against his body, steadying you. Helping you not fall into the bed and become a trembling mess. He traced your shoulder with kisses as you ran your hands on his thighs, helping each other to calm down.

“What just happened?” you giggled.

“I believe we just had the ‘we’re now a couple’ type of sex.” he chuckled.

“Oh, Sherlock, you’re such a romantic.” you laughed, and held up his hand to place a kiss on his knuckle.

“Only for you, love.” he said, his sweet baritone voice vibrated through him and you. He placed a kiss on your temple and hummed.

Against your back, you could feel his heartbeat and his slick skin. And never, never in your life, you felt safer and more loved than in his arms, in his presence. You smiled to yourself at the thought. Sherlock sharply drew in a breath, released it, and smiled. You saw his smile in the mirror. The two of you looked so well fucked but all the same happy, and finally free from restrained love.

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When the haikyuu boys overhear that you like them

featuring: MSBY:!Sakusa, Atsumu, Hinata, Bokuto

Sakusa: you were texting one of your best friends at his house while he was taking a quick shower, freaking out that you never thought you would be at your crushes house before, your bestfriend making you nervous and saying things about you and him might finally be together and you saying that he would never have feelings for you that way you telling her to calm down and that nothings going to happen and that you aren’t trying to make him uncomfortable, he opened the bathroom door smelling like cologne giving you a little wave sitting on his bed while your heart was beating out of your chest and you needed to calm yourself down “u-um can I please use your bathroom Kiyoomi?” “Y-yeah sure” he said knodding his head, you entered the bathroom checking the mirror washing your face with cold water to reduce that red tint on your face from how flustered you were, while Kiyoomi was already nervous that your in his home till he heard your phone buzzing with many notifications, he checked it curiously noticing your phone was unlocked… “y/n shoot your shot, you’ve like Sakusa for two years already, and if he doesn’t there are better men out there for you” His eyes widen seeing the text messages “does she feel the same way for me?” He said to himself not noticing you exited his bathroom your eyes wide open from the curly raven haired man on your phone… “Kiyoomi what are you doing?” You said trying to take your phone but out of reflex he raised it up high so you couldn’t get it “is it true?” “What’s true?” You said scared “is it true that you like me y/n” he said face slightly pink looking you in the eyes “y-yeah I do I really like you Kiyoomi and I’m sorry” you said in the verge of tears embarrassed “why are you sorry?” “Because I know you don-“ “i never said anything, and I like you too y/n” he said flustered slumping his forehead onto your shoulder “I’ve liked you for so long, if i told you a before we wouldn’t be in this mess” he chuckled making you laugh too

Atsumu: you work for Osamu at his Onigiri shop, everyday Atsumu would come and barge in and he would always talk to you, it’s been like this for nine months the both of you always had so much tension and Osamu was annoyed by how is older twin brother distracts you from work “ya know y/n ya don’t have to talk to him every time he comes into the shop” he said tired “what do you mean? It doesn’t bother me” you said giggling face heart beating faster thinking of Atsumu and that cocky smile he always gives you, little did you know Atsumu was planning to surprise you but he was hearing his little brother and you talking about him, “yeah yeah, so when ya gonna tell him?” “Tell him what?…” “ya know that ya l-“ “Osamu stop that sentence you know I can’t tell him what if things get awkward? I don’t want him to stop coming here because of me” You said feeling a uneasy feeling in your stomach thinking of if he turned you down “i don’t think that’s gunna happen” The gray haired male said “oh yeah? Imagine me saying Atsumu I’ve had a crush on you for so long will you please go out with me? I’ve heard the stories of how he rejected those girls in your guys Highschool” you groaned embarrassed and hurt from your overthinking… while Atsumu was shocked you felt the same way, he tried exiting the store only for the ginger haired male to make a commotion “Atsumu! Why’s are you standing there? Why not just come in, you’ve been like that for 5 minutes” you flinched at what you just heard seeing the blonde male look at you in the eyes cheeks red “u-I’m well I gotta go” you said taking off your apron embarrassed frantically passing by Atsumu while he was just standing there taking in what just happened, he ran to you and surprisingly caught up “wait! Y/n don’t run for a sec it’s hard to catch up” he laughed gently grabbing you by the arm “so why ya run? Ya didn’t hear my answer yet?” He said taking one final breath while your heart was beating at a rapid rate “because I know you’ll say no” “well don’t start overthinking y/n I like ya too!” He said flustered “y-you do?” “Yeah I do! I really like you now com on let’s go somewhere better” he said kissing you on the cheek laughing

Bokuto: all of you were drunk, well this time Bokuto wasn’t drinking you and your group of friends were having a congratulations party for team MSBY JACKALS win all of you guys partied and drinked, you were sifted next to your crush Bokuto and by your best friends “Koutarou! Can u get me water?” You said drunk giggling at the silver haired boy with black highlights face tinted pink “yeah of course y/n” he laughed getting up from his seat “y/n~ I might just steal him away tonight” your friend teased you only for you to pout from anger not noticing Bokuto was on his way back holding a cup of water “you can’t take Koutaro away from me! I really like him you just like him cuz he’s cute!“ you said outloud noticing the spikey haired boy eyes widen “u-um sorry everyone” you rushed out of the bar only for Bokuto to secretly go with you “I’m such an idiot” you muttered sort of sober hitting your head only for Bokuto to come out of nowhere “hey y/n..” he said with a big smile on his face waving awkwardly only for you to hide yourself trying to avoid looking at Bokuto “h-hey don’t be like that, that was pretty cute” he laughed trying to comfort you “was it true? Do you actually like me?” “Y-yeah I do” you said looking at him only to notice he had a wide grin on his red flustered face “I like you too y/n” he said pulling you into a hug kissing you on the forehead “now let’s go back in, it’s way too cold to stand out here” he chuckled holding your hand tightly

Hinata: You and your bestfriend was going to one of Hinata’s matches to supper and cheer for him, before the match you and your bestfriend were by the locker room waiting for Hinata to come out to wish him luck “hey y/n” she said giving you a devilish grin “what is it (bestfriends name)?“ “ if they win the match today you should finally confess to him” “b-but-“ “y/n you’ve like Shoyo for so long, you have to at least confess to him or your going to be in the sidelines forever” she said the both of you not noticing Hinata was already out and he heard the both of you… no way y/n chan likes me? He said flustered squeezing his hands “good luck Shoyo” you said face red greeting your bestfriend before the match started “thanks y/n” he said smiling at you giving you a wink… the game ended and MSBY won two sets all the fans were cheering them on but Hinata’s only thought was you… you waited outside for him only for him too surprise you from behind “hey y/n” he said laughing “hey Shoyo” “I-I like you” he said randomly “w-wait what?” “I really like you and I was wondering if you would go to a coffee shop with me tommorow?!” He said taking your hand noticing your face was pink “o-of course I will- and I like you too!” You said laughing at his straightforwardness “so it’s a date?” “It’s a date”

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Can i Request a Drabble where Aiko keeps sending taehyung Nudes and the reader gets insecure about her appearance bc of it? She compares herself to Aiko and it makes taehyung upset :/ im not too good with requests sorry if this isn’t clear

perfectly wrong | drabble [11]: it’s the way that she sits pretty with that perfect hourglass shape of hers in her nudes.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, jealousy, insecurities about image/looks

Okay, let's be real. Men love nudes. They all have needs, and they all love marveling at a naked body, especially when it comes unexpectedly. It could be a good, or bad thing. Whatever it is, they love that shit either way. I'm calling a man's bluff if he ever says he didn't enjoy looking at someone's nudes.

Taehyung isn't exempt. It was honestly the biggest highlight when he went on his fuckboy spree. Just the feeling of being wanted so badly that girls would send you nudes to grab your attention. Biggest ego booster.

Before anyone gets on his ass, he loves his woman and he quickly taps out of the snapchat so he doesn't see it for long. It's been Aiko's 5th nude so far, and he's already knowing what to expect when the notification hits his screen. He knows this shit.

You were there the first time she sent him a nude over snapchat. You both looked at it, confused that it had been sent to the wrong person since she hadn't sent him anything in between that movie selfie and this. It became a running joke for awhile, but it eventually died the less you saw or heard of it. You just actually didn't know she was still sending him nudes.

So, when you see her snapchat notification pop up on his screen again, you're a little taken aback.

"Aiko's still sending you snaps?" You ask as you hug Taehyung tightly while you both are cuddling on Jimin's couch, watching another yet unsatisfying episode of Unsolved Mysteries. You all had just finished watching The Hate U Give, Jimin throwing the channel on something random afterwards. He sat on the other portion of his couch, hugging a pillow tightly against his chest as he cussed to himself and mumbled questions about how people could stand this show if barely any of the episodes were actually solved.

You get the frustration, right? You just wanna know if they ever caught the killer, or if they found new clues, but most of the episodes end so abruptly with that 'if you happen to have any info regarding this case' message with the number to call.

"Yeah, it's whatever though." Taehyung says, keeping his eyes on the tv while you fiddled with his phone.

"Woah!" You say as you pressed on her snap, revealing her nude and on her bed, fingers trailing down to her lady friend. You tilted your head as you watched her begin to rub her clit ever so softly. The thing that gets you though is her body, and how she sat there, looking like a perfect hourglass. "Interesting." Taehyung looks at his phone and does a double take.

"Oh shit." He nonchalantly says as he also tilts his head confusingly while looking at the snap, causing you to shake your head and hit his chest as you tap out if it. The second thing that catches your eye is how many times her name comes up in his history.

"She's been sending you snaps?"

"Yeah, but I don't pay much attention to it." He caresses your arm as you slightly tilt your head up to look at him.

"Have they all been nudes?"

"Yes, but I told you I don't pay much attention to it, baby." You were unsatisfied with his answer, only because you just got a glimpse of what she sent tonight. You have no idea what the others looked like, but you were thinking it was just as this one was - the perfect position in her hourglass shape.

"Okay." Is all you say. You suddenly felt insecure as fuck, knowing your man had seen those snaps of her. She honestly looked like a fucking goddess and it kills you. He used to fuck her, for god's sake! Aka he used to have the hots for her to some extent?! He considered it once, and it makes you feel a little queazy knowing he could again.

"What happened?" Jimin asks from his side of the couch.

"Aiko sent Taehyung a nude." You flatly respond.

"Seen it, she's sent me the same ones." You roll your eyes because for Jimin, it's whatever. For your man though, please. Don't come up in his inbox with that mess. What the fuck was she trying to do here, show the world her coochie? She was feeling herself that much?

Shit, honestly. Single and with that body, you would be too. Fuck, that's annoying.

"Baby, it's nothing, okay?" He gently tickles your chin.

"Kaaaaay, I heard you." You say as bothered as possible. For the remaining time at Jimin's, you're quiet. Your mood has plunged. You just wanted to sulk in your bed. Taehyung takes notice, but he was going to wait until you two were alone to bring it up.

Which is now, in the car, in your guest parking spot.

"Okay, what's going on in my pretty lady's head?" He shuts off the car and sinks into the driver's seat, having the damn nerve to manspread in it.

"Nothing."

"Mm, not gonna fly with me, sweetheart."

"I just can't believe she's been sending you nudes."

"So what? It doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah right, with that body of hers? How could it not? You used to have a thing for her."

"Used to."

"Her body is fucking perfect, it's annoying."

"Babygirl, don't do that. I don't like when you compare yourself. You're the only person I know who's close to perfect." He boops your nose, but it leaves you unamused. You're just letting your feelings of insecurity and jealousy get to you that everything is clouded. All the things he's saying doesn't reach you, and you're literally in the mood to pick a fight for no whole ass reason over it. That was exactly one of your other bad habits that you had trouble unlearning.

"Whatever." You brushed him off, making him a little irritated with the way you were coming off over this. Again, Taehyung doesn't mind reassuring you. He loves doing it. He loves babying you and being the best he can be. But there were days where your attitude did get to the best of him, especially when he was trying. Taehyung hadn't given you a reason to make you doubt him since you two became exclusive, so he didn't think it was necessary for you to act the way you were acting.

"Really, Y/N? This isn't necessary."

"Why are you still even entertaining her snaps? Shouldn't you have gotten rid of her contact info already?" He grabs his phone and blocks her on snapchat, showing it to you before shoving it into the small storage space under the car's radio.

"There, happy?"

"Why are you so mad about it? I'm sorry you want to see her body so fucking badly."

"I'm mad because you're being a brat when you don't need to be." He looks at you intimidatingly with his piercing eyes. "You're putting words in my mouth. I never said I wanted to. Plus, I've told you time and time again that it was nothing and that it didn't mean anything to me." You roll your eyes, getting out of the passenger's seat to make your way up to your apartment.

Alright so, here's the deal. You feel like Taehyung is missing the point. Aiko looked so good in that ones nap. So good that you suddenly questioned your own look and felt completely insecure. You disliked hearing him say it wasn't a big deal, because it was. To you, at least.

Taehyung sighed heavily before going after you. He does a light jog, barely catching the elevator you had hopped into.

"Y/N, don't do that." You glared at him.

"It's not a big deal, right?" He sighs again before running his hand through his curly hair. The elevator doors open, but he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back in and preventing you from walking out. "Tae, let me go."

"Nah." He shrugs. "Not until we fix this." The elevator stays at their floor.

"You said it wasn't a big deal." You crossed your arms.

"Okay, I'm sorry." A good thing about Taehyung is that he's learned to be better about admitting his mistakes and saying sorry when he's in the wrong. "I shouldn't have said it in a way that would make you feel like I'm discrediting your feelings." You continue to look at him silently, the elevator suddenly going back down to the lobby. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner or get rid of her shit earlier. But baby, her snapchats don't mean a thing to me. I don't care how 'good' she looks or if they're nudes." He uses finger quotes. "It's still not you."

"I just--" You sighed, watching a lady come into the elevator to join you two to go up to the 8th floor. "I feel like I can't look that good. She had the perfect hourglass figure and she looked so good posing for her nudes. The perfect angle, her hair, the way she smiled through her eyes. I can only imagine what the others were like." He shook his head and shrugged.

"I honestly don't remember." Truthfully. He really didn't care about them, even if he took a quick glance. At the end of the day, they still weren't memorable because it wasn't his lady. "And I don't care if she has that, or whatever it is. I love you." He smiles toothlessly at you. You catch the lady scrunch her nose and smile at you both before walking off. "I love every single thing about you. You're the definition of perfect to me. I hate when you compare yourself because I really, really wish you could see the way I see you."

"Cheesy." It causes you to chuckle a bit and press your hand against his chest as he presses the button to your floor.

"Yeah, okay. You still like to hear it though, I know you." He smirks playfully as he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head. "If it's not you, I don't want it."

"I honestly hate you sometimes." He shrugs before picking you up by the legs and carrying you, causing you to squeal.

"So then hate me."

"Put me down!"

"Say it to my face in bed, baby." He playfully smacks your ass in the hallway, allowing it to echo as he carries you to your apartment. It was hard to stay mad at Taehyung, but you were grateful you had someone like him who could bring you back down to Earth. You had your fair share of bickering and unnecessary arguments [because you liked picking fights with your attitude], but he was still able to show you that he would ride or die for you, no matter how silly things got.

That was your man, and your man only. Sorry Aiko.

[passivenovember]

Boys on the Radio.

Harringrove April, Day Seven : Daisy Chain.

--

Steve has very high standards when it comes to men. Unbelievably rigid, according to Nancy; hilariously unattainable, according to Robin, and understandable, according to the one man that actually matters. 

Billy tells him that the privilege of not simply “taking what you can get,” comes from equal opportunity. 

The fact that Steve can sign up for Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, and HER without having to set his dating pool to only men, only brown eyes, 5′11″ or taller, himbo, must like dogs, must want nachos when drunk--means he shouldn’t have such a hard time finding someone to get coffee with, and yet.

Steve finds himself on the couch with Robin on Wednesday night, anyway. Swiping through a caste of 25+ gym rats and an inbox full of u spit or swalll-o, baby girl. 

Wishing and praying for a sign, like. Something to prove he’s not deflective. 

Steve clicks his tongue. Clicks out of Tinder. Clicks into Bumble. Swipes left on four guys with fifteen pack abs, Jesus Christ, searching for someone he knows will never materialize. 

Steve hates his life. 

He throws his phone down on the couch before picking it back up again, and. Opening Tinder once more.

“Billy gets so much dick on these stupid apps, it’s not even real.” Steve complains, after swiping through, like. Ten guys within walking distance alone. “How does he do that?”

“Easy. Billy knows his type.”

Steve considers Marcus. His chorded arms and tattooed thighs. His Incan Temple chest piece, before. 

Swiping left. 

“How the hell does he actually get what he’s looking for? I see these guys and, like. They seem perfect. Funny, smart, successful. Completely my type on paper, and then--”

“Just say you’re holding out for Billy and move on, Stever.” Robin’s phone dings. She dives for it, grinning and typing out a response, and like.

Steve hates her.

He scowls. “I’m not holding out for Billy.” 

It doesn’t sound right, even to his own ears. Robin peeks at him over the top of her messaging app, smile going lopsided in the middle. “’S fine. He’s holding out for you, anyway.”

Steve really, really hates her.

He opens Facebook and scrolls through his feed, stopping to comment a series of heart emojis on a picture of Billy and Max hiking somewhere in White Water State Park. 

Billy looks. 

Like Billy. 

Golden curls cropped close to his head, eyes squinting as the photographer catches him mid laugh, nose bunching up so. 

Adorably.

That Steve’s heart skips a beat. That the heavens fuckin’, like. Open, and shit, to shine on a delicate daisy chain around his forehead. 

Steve can’t believe he almost missed it. He spends five minutes picking the right color of heart emoji. Yellow and orange, with a sprinkle of stardust, and then. Another three deciding how many to include before closing out of Facebook entirely. 

Reluctant to prove Robin right.

Steve opens Tinder and promises that when the next face pops up on his screen, he’ll lower his standards. Be more chill about the whole thing. 

Actually read the bio twice and message back before deciding that no one could ever compare to--

Steve swipes left on Tyler.

Almost immediately, because. Look.

This guy is cute. Curly blonde hair and green eyes, but. Unfortunately for dude, his name is Tyler, for fucks sake. 

And unfortunately for Steve he looks too much like. 

Yeah. 

Robin makes a noise, all, “What’s wrong with that one?” Her eyes sparkle mischievously and Steve wishes she were off getting laid or something. “Besides the fact that he’s not Billy.” 

“His name’s Tyler,” Steve says. Like it should be obvious. He scrambles for something else, something tangible, before landing on; “And his teeth are too square.”

Robin stares at him. Sets her phone aside before pinching the bridge of her nose, like, “His teeth are too square.”

“Yep.”

“You’re impossible.”

Steve clicks his tongue. Clicks out of Tinder. Clicks into Bumble. Running into the same problem again. 

Too pretty guys with too straight teeth and too many abs, just. 

Terrible. 

“Maybe I should lower my standards.” Steve says, after another you got real pretty DSLs bby, from some fuckface claiming that Sundays are for Jesus and tan lines.

Men are hopeless.

Men are terrible, Steve wishes Billy was here and not on vacation.

“Maybe.” Robin smiles down at her phone, again, cheeks going bright pink when Barb says something so fucking witty, Steve, I’m in love. 

Steve frowns. “You can talk about her, dude.”

“Talk about who?” Robin sits on her hands. Swallows a smile. “Barb and I only just met. I’ve been stuck with you for years.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Robins phone dings again. She ignores it. “I don’t think your standards are the problem.”

“If you fucking--”

“Just admit that it’s only been ten years and you’re finally spreading your legs for the guy who includes a description of you in his dating profile.”

He really wishes she were out getting laid.

“Allegedly,” Steve says. Because; “I’ve never actually seen any of his dating profiles.”

Robin opens the message from Barb, grinning to herself, or. To the gods of chaos she seems to be in council with fucking always. “That’s because if you ran across one you’d swipe right.”

“Would not.”

“Would to.” Robin counters, not even bothering to look up from her phone. “Billy is exactly your type. Funny, smart, adventurous. Daddy issues. Has a thing for leather.”

“Dude--”

“Wearing leather, putting his partners in leather. Kinky but knows how to cook and clean, and how to take care of a bratty sub.” Robin puts her phone away, shrugging when Steve tosses a pillow at her. “Face it, man, he’s exactly your type. On and off paper.”

Steve wants to crawl under the couch and bury himself under the floor boards.

“I thought the whole point of online dating was to get out of your head about types and shit.”

Robin snorts, like, “No one actually believes that. We’re all just dating the same person over and over again. Making the same mistakes so we have something to complain about when our friends invite us over for wine.”

And. 

She’s not wrong. She’s never wrong. Steve, just. Knows what he wants. Who he wants. Steve aches and pines and yearns for Billy Hargrove. To cuddle up next to the fifteen-pack of abs he’s been obsessing over for years, and. 

Swear of this God awful dating sites for good. 

But. “Barbara isn’t your type.” Steve says, like. AHA! Pointing an accusatory finger that Robin nods away. 

“She’s exactly the type of girl I should be with, and exactly what I’ve wanted all along.” Robin says politely, but her eyes say fuck you I’m right. 

Just like now. Like always. 

Steve takes a deep, steadying breath. “Okay.”

Robin blinks at him. “Okay?”

“Yes.” Steve mutters, because he’s a team player. He can admit defeat, especially for a battle that was lost to blue eyes long, long ago. 

But. He opens Bumble, shrugging sheepishly. 

“One more swipe for old times sake?”

“Steve--”

“One more swipe to prove that I should be focusing my dick elsewhere.” Steve says. He feels tears burning, sharp and mean, behind the lining of his throat. “I just need a sign, like. Something to give me the courage.”

Robin watches him for a minute, and.

Must see the way he’s barely holding it together, finger tapping incessantly at the loading screen. Her phone goes off once again, breaking the tension. 

Steve takes that as a yes. 

He closes the app and opens it again. Bumble plays through an ad for Candy Crush and Steve finds it hilarious that happy endings come with a price tag. A thirty second video telling him what he needs, and then. 

The guy on screen is perfect. 

Golden skin, bright blue eyes. His bio describes a perfect boy, a perfect date, profile stocked full of personality. 

Skateboarding and surfing on the coast. Tattoos and leather jackets. Metallica concerts and. 

A boy in a flower crown. 

Billy describes his perfect boy as brown eyed beauty, 5′11″ or taller, preschool teacher. Must like dogs. Must want nachos when drunk--

And when Steve finally, finally swipes right: It’s a match.

[in3ptbean]

Hello! Could I get a dbd killer matchup too? I'm a 5'4 bi (leaning towards men) female. I've got dark brown eyes and a heavy afro of curly hair that has a mind of its own most of the time~ I tend to keep to myself and get lost in my thoughts, but I'll open right up with some friendly competition n' banter. Especially something as simple as a foot race. My passion is writing horror stories, but I can be very picky with who reads my work. If we're close, you'll always have something to read! ✨🧡✨

I match you with...

The Ghostface - Danny 'Jed Olsen' Johnson

Danny knows more about you more than you know about yourself 

Let’s face it, this man has been ‘watching’ you for weeks, if not months 

He likes when you distract yourself from the Entity’s realm by writing

Believe it or not, he has managed to get his grimy hands on  your work and has secretly compared your work to his own freelance gigs back in Roseville 

He won’t ever tell you to your face though 

He’s just a salty, baby bitch boi 

Bantering with him during trials has become a common occurrence 

He secretly looks forward to seeing you in trials 

When out of a trial, he secretly loves it when yo u sit on the floor between his legs and rest your head on his lap 

Beware of pens and paperclips hidden away in your afro - it’s to tempting for him not to mess with 

Believe it or not, his camera is not entirely filled with mori’s - they are of you blankly staring out into the endless woods bordering the survivor camp 

He enjoys the tranquility you bring to the table and he’ll gladly pick you over any of the other survivors 

Time and time again, Danny has told you about being more careful in trials 

Getting lost in your thoughts  has become a target of his teasing 

Most of the time,  he finds himself longing to return to you after a long day of trials 

You become a source of bribery for the Entity 

But hey, at least you know  that you mean a lot more to him than pleasing the Entity does 

[babytortie]

unexpected

unexpected. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

a/n: this was requested by anon - love ur recent stanley fic! was wondering if you’re cool with doing a smut for him? (aged up of course!) if you’re comfortable, could you make the reader more dominant in bed/stanley being more submissive? perhaps and enemies to lovers, hate sex type. other than that, any plot line is just fine.

* hope this lives up to your expectations! tyty for requesting this one.

summary: in which stanley and reader argue worse than richie runs his trashmouth. after burning some pent-up tension one day, the two take a turn for the better and become more than just enemies.

warnings: s m u t. some fluff at end. <3

contains: enemies to lovers, degrading, hair tugging, harsh kisses w/ slight blood, mild orgasm denial, praises, rough and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 18+ in this one-shot.

~ 3.4k words.

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, a magazine placed on your lap, and beverly's head rested on your shoulder, looking at the pages with you.

it was the summer and the group was all back home on break from college. the loser's wanted to hang out and all eight of you were at bill's house right now. on various couch cushions and seats in the living room. his parents were away for the night and the seven brought clothes to stay at his just in case it got a bit late.

"oh, do you think he's hotter? or him?" bev asked, leaning in closer to point at the page. it was some magazine about the hottest actors of the year, achievement wise. though some hot men that were in it was currently grabbing beverly's, well, and your attention too. you glanced down at the page, slightly comparing both actors and voiced, "definitely him."

the guys overheard this and rolled their eyes. they were taking turns playing on bill’s newest nintendo sixty-four. on the floor below you, sat the four a few feet away, this was because they wanted to be scooted closer to the television. even though it was perfectly fine to put their backs against the couch. typical males.

you worried for their eyesight, especially richie’s, since right now he and bill were battling on some game you didn’t know the name of while being too close to the screen. eddie was on a chair next to the couch and sat by you, wheezing as he watched how close of a tie it was between them. mike and stanley were sitting on the floor with them on either side, cheering on who they wanted to win.

this was while ben sat on the other side of bev and read some book that just came out earlier this week. a quarter of ben’s focus was on his hand. it was resting on beverly’s thigh and drawing small, mindless shapes in content. the two were newly dating after pinning on each other for forever.

"i think we should play would you rather!" mike turned his head and suggested after hearing your conversation with the red head. bill had just died on the game causing richie to jump up and cheer while blowing out the other three's ear drums.

ben closed his book and sat up straighter. he took a glimpse over at beverly to see what her decision was. eddie hesitantly agreed when you and bev nodded. “s-sure!” bill got up and pulled stan with him.

one weekend about four years ago when the denbrough’s were home and bill had the group of losers over, they noticed how you all squished on the seats in the living room. surprising bill with an extra couch a month after this, they were able to successfully squeeze it into the room and push it against the other wall.

the four others started to pile on the other couch a few feet away from the three of you and eddie who still sat on the single chair next to you. beverly pulled her head up and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “be nice to stanley please.”

knowing it wasn’t funny, looking at her anyway with a confused expression, you lied. "stanley who?" she immediately turned her neck back at you, probably receiving some whiplash and raised an eyebrow to challenge you.

"i'm serious y/n." beverly laughed dryly. you sighed and replied a short agreeable response. “alright bev, as long as he doesn’t start it, then i won’t do anything.” after, you zipped your lips and threw an imaginary lock in the direction behind eddie.

she smiled at you in thanks and then you two turned towards the room, noticing everyone was ready. “b-being as it w-was mike’s id-dea, he can g-go first.” bill announced while glancing around the room.

mike nodded and turned to the one who still wore coke-bottle glasses years later. “richie, would you rather never wear underwear again or never wear socks again?”

ben and bill stifled a laugh, already knowing what his response was going to be. eddie rolled his eyes as richie answered, “underwear since i go commando sometimes anyway.”

you put your finger in your mouth, pretending that you were about to throw up and mike shook his head at richie. you turned to your right and left, seeing eddie’s and beverly’s disgusted faces.

”okay, eddie spaghetti.” he paused. the seven of you looked at eds, who had already put his hand over his face in annoyance. you and beverly laughed when the shorter boy muttered, “here we go.” richie smirked and continued. “would you rather, accidently send a nude to your boss or your parents? and by parents i mean your mom and i.”

he rolled his eyes, “absolutely not richie. my mom would never get with you and i would die of embarrassment if it were sonia. she’d probably kidnap and lock me in my old room, never to be seen again. probably boss.”

eddie turned to you after the group cackled of laughter, especially richie at the response he was given. the two of you currently shared a science class together in college and the asthmatic based some of his question off of this. "alright y/n, would u rather hook up with one of football players or with mr. jackson down at the science lab?”

you placed the palm of your hand on your cheek, into a thinking position and replied. "well, i kind of answered that question at last weekend’s party?" beverly jumped up at this and gasped. "no way! with which one?"

"i don’t kiss and tell." you smirked. the others gagged at that. “ah okay, i see. that’s where you went when we couldn’t find you again.” ben commented. stanley had been a bit quiet during the conversation and decided to speak up. adding to this, while looking at you pointedly. "you kind of just did tell and admitted at the fact that you sucked off some guy.”

you weren’t usually the type to get flustered during conversations like this. instead owning it as if you weren’t bothered. this helped you avoid any teasing or any richie’s usual jokes. "at least i'm getting some!" muttering in stanley’s direction.

"i swear if you guys argue for one more minute, i'm going to shoot myself. go y/n. it’s your turn." mike spoke up in between you and stanley, trying to get the game rolling again.

you smiled, feeling a little eager at the next question. you looked at the curly haired sitting across the room from you. the others groaned knowing you were about to pick on him in some kind of way. "uris. for the rest of your sex life, would you rather be the top or bottom?”

he blinked in your direction, probably wanting to smack you for the inappropriate question. “depends, is it with anyone specific?” you looked down sheepishly, then back up. is this a trick question? i mean sometimes you did find stanley a little bit too attractive. “do you want it to be?” deciding to quip back with equal attitude, you asked.

the group looked between the two of you while waiting for a response from uris. the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. letting out a scoff in return, he looked at you in the eyes and glared. speaking in a low tone, you almost didn’t hear him. "uh, i don’t know.”

"what do you mean? you don’t know?" richie snickered.

bill, beverly, ben, and mike started to get the picture together. eddie figured it out just a second before them, when you burst out giggling. before you could stop from helping yourself, you let out a harsh jab. “oh shit, that explains why you’re always so uptight! maybe you should unbutton some of that polo? might help so you aren’t choking on all that innocence."

that only made matters worse, the last pin in place to set him off. stanley angrily spewed some words under his breath. only catching your name, you figured it was most likely something badly about you. quickly getting up from his spot, his curls bounced up and down when he rushed upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

the others watched him disappear from the top step sadly and looked back at you with the look. you had the decency to look a bit guilty, an awkward grimace on your face. "uh, why are you all looking at me like that?"

eddie leaned over to elbow you and gave his puppy dog eyes in pleading. you sighed but started getting up anyway. you laced your hands together in front of your stomach, nerves a bit jittery at being in a room alone with him. "well, to state my case we were all having that kind of discussion! if he wasn't such a prude..." you trailed off.

ben got up, patting your shoulder. "we all know this but stanley is sensitive about these kinds of things. go apologize while we're on break now and we’ll get some drinks going."

you nodded and turned back around, starting towards the stairs and walked up slowly. richie decided this was a good time to be the loud trashmouth that he is and shouted. "it was nice knowing you, y/n!"

shaking your head, you reached the last step and rounded the corner. hearing a slap noise, you assumed tozier was probably getting hit on the back of his head. a moment later a "beep beep" came from mike and you let out a small laugh in relief that they had your back against the loud mouth.

strolling down the hallway, you spotted the second guest bedroom door closed and decided to knock on it. stan heard a faint knock and got up from the bed to open it, seeing y/n he groaned. "oh, it's just you."

you ignored his disappointed comment and bit your lip. looking up and down to observe his new look. he must have just changed. wearing a regular light blue t-shirt and grey sweats. you shook your head and looked up to see his grin, catching you in the act of checking him out.

rolling your eyes in response, like he usually did and walking around him, you closed the bedroom door shut after stepping inside. you grabbed a handful of stanley’s shirt and pushed him against the back of the door. more like he allowed you to do this but you were definitely in control of the situation.

you leaned in towards him and swiped the back of your thumb over his bottom lip to test his reaction. when he didn’t swat your hand away, you went on the tip of your toes and brushed his lips against yours.

stanley gasped into your mouth and deciding to use this as an opportunity, you placed the tip of your tongue on the bottom of his lip. right before you could actually do this, he apparently read your mind and left his mouth open purposely. you wanted to slap him.

nonetheless, he allowed you total access. surprising him on purpose, you shoved your tongue in his mouth. wishfully thinking about how you wanted to somehow choke him with it. he grabbed both sides of your shoulders and scooted you closer, clashing his teeth with yours. not wanting to let up the control he tried to grab, you grasped the back of his neck tightly and felt light-headed. sensing wetness pooling between your thighs from enjoying this too much, you cursed to yourself.

a small moan escaped out from your lips and as if it was his fault, you nipped his bottom lip. you tried to quickly get rid the thought of ever giving into stanley uris. he hissed sharply, tasting slight blood from the nick. uris mumbled. "bitch."

this angered you more. pulling away from his lips, you put on a fake smile. moving in a bit closer to mess with the collar of his shirt, you tugged on it roughly, your face still close with his. "ready to not be a virgin anymore, virgin?" you retorted.

he smirked, "as long as i'm not one anymore, i don't care who it's with. even someone like you." he emphasized in a nasty tone. you pulled the shirt up over his head and uttered out. "shut the hell up." stan hummed happily after his shirt was pulled up to see that you were glaring from his reply. the two of you heard loud steps down the hall by the stairs, so you placed a finger over his mouth.

after a moment later, you heard what you assumed was someone in the bathroom, closing door the shut. letting out a breath not realizing you were holding it, stanley took this as a distraction to slip your finger into his mouth. you gasped, eyes widening, "what the hell!"

pulling your hand back, you spoke and stared in his eyes to let him know just how serious you were. "here's how it's going to go if you want to get laid, uris. we're doing this my way. don't play around anymore and definitely don’t talk too much so i can picture literally anyone other than you."

stanley looked into your eyes, searching for any hints of a lie from your remark. when he saw your eyes looking clearly back into his, he sighed in defeat. not letting it show, he grinned nastily. ”fine by me, y/l/n.”

"now, bird-boy are you sure you can handle this?" you stated more than questioned, an eyebrow quirked up. you held onto the top of his sweats with an eyebrow quirked up. he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together so hard he hoped they wouldn't crack. "fuck you y/n."

“no, that’s what i’ll be doing to you.” disagreeing and putting your palm over him. “what do we have here?” you asked out loud, in general all snarky. he let out an annoyed noise when he felt you tease fingertips across his hard length. so, in retaliation, he grabbed your wrist and pushed the palm of your hand harder onto him.

you gasped at how big he was. you tried to cover the surprise, a ‘tsk, tsk’ falling from your lips. not letting go quickly enough stanley noticed this and smirked at you. frowning, you murmured. "ever heard of patience? such a bad boy."

uris let out a small, quiet groan from feeling your hands come off of him. which was something you caught and figured having teased him enough, you put your hands around the waistband of his pants. tugging them off along with his boxers. afterwards you pushed him down onto the bed and before he could do anything, you quickly made work of your shirt. pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra as well.

he put a hand through his curls, smoothing them out from the fall when he fell into the comforter. watching you, he could feel himself hardening painfully. he felt needy and done with the wait. pulling your wrist closer he pleaded. “come on, hurry. please y/n.”

”fine, you’ve waited long enough like a good little boy.” stanley flushed at your approving compliment and tried to hide it, looking down. you saw this when you moved to sit on top of him and smiled. grabbing his chin lightly, you tilted his head back up. while looking into his light brown eyes, you held his wrist and tugged his hand so it laid over on top your breast.

stanley’s breath hitched and you moved inwards toward his neck. your warm breath was touching his skin, feeling cheeks reddening more. uris felt, palmed, and squeezed a little as you sucked small hickeys on his neck. not to dark but enough to be just visible if one were close up.

kissing his cheek and tilting back up, he dropped his hand and you happened to see his cheeks and neck all red. the quick switch of his attitude still shocked you to the core. ”are you sorry for calling me a bad name, baby?” he ignored your comment like a brat and kissed the inside of your wrist. you melted a little in his touch before going back to the task at hand.

you slowly let out of his grasp to unbuckle the belt and unbutton your shorts. you shimmied out of them and wanting to hurry up, you just moved your panties to the side and out of the way. pumping him a few times, you started to align him to your center. before you moved down onto him, you placed your hand on his cheeks in a sweet gesture and silently asked for reassurance. he nodded and you slowly slid down into him, both of you letting out small moans. “feel so good.” you muttered.

stilled for a moment, you let yourself adjust to his length and him to the feel. your hips went back up and you moved in forward, kissing him again. it slowly turned into a sloppy make out when you slammed your hips back down again. his tongue shoved in your mouth when you gasped in pleasure. after you found a rhythm you babbled on and on about how stanley was doing so good for you.

"i need you to put your fingers on my clit and rub." you said softly but still in a demanding tone. directing his hand exactly where you wanted it, you nodded when he looked at you again. his fingers moved quickly, drawing out an orgasm that you felt nearing.

lacing your fingers through his curly hair. stanley let out a loud moan as you tugged the locks. "now for the sake of you being able to cum, i'm going to ask again. are you sorry my baby boy?" he really didn't want to have to see the satisfactory in your face if he apologized. though, after a small moment went by, he realized that you weren't joking.

he let out a small, almost incoherent whine. pleading you with his big hazel eyes, "i-i'm sorry y/n. so sorry, c-can i cum please?" stanley would have never thought he'd be the submissive type but he found himself melting at your praises, quite easily. he liked letting you have some control and for once being able to sit back.

you smirked at him and let go. patting his cheek in almost a mocking way. "awe such a good boy but i think you can wait another minute." his eyes widened and you placed your hands back up onto his chest, steadying your balance before moving your hips back up and down repeatedly and harshly against his. he moaned when you kept going back down on his cock. feeling his pelvis right up against your very sensitive bundle of nerves, you squirmed.

stanley smirked, feeling you tighten around him. knowing you were close was a relief. constantly feeling so good on him made him hard and straining inside of you. tears prickling in the back of his eyes and wanting to cum so badly was difficult. uris felt not wanting to disobey you was more important as he patiently waited. pushing harder on your clit is what caused you to unravel, tightening completely around him. "oh fuck! s-such a good boy. cum with me now."

he came so hard, the hardest ever. which wasn't much to go off on, from the obvious conversation before. feeling euphoria, you rode through your high and his, milking every last drop of cum. you started to feel shaky. before your hips gave out, you placed one last kiss on his slightly darkening hickey.

after you fell on the bed next to him, he pulled you close. you turned your head in his embrace, eyes widening. you knew without a doubt they looked like they were probably about to fall out of the sockets. assuming even bigger eyes then richie's usual ones due to his glasses.

uris pursed his lips, kissing the top of your forehead before he could overthink it. “we need to talk. y/n/n." you tried to open your mouth, but closed it again. stanley used your nickname, he has never used it before. you were in disbelief, frozen, and unable to say a word. he rescued you and spoke up again. "you know i don't hate you, right?"

you swallowed feeling like a brick was falling from your shoulders and nodded. "i don't hate you either stan. this is not what i was expecting though to make up." you giggled causing him to chime in. the awkwardness was finally settled but you paused and asked nervously. "do you think we're worse than eddie and richie?"

he shook his head, not even needing to think on it and responded sweetly. "no, we're okay now and i have a feeling that richie will tease eddie even after we're all dead."

you laughed together once more, agreeing with stan’s opinion which would probably be a proven fact one day. "that's true. poor eddie!" snuggling closer into his back and finally, truly feeling at peace.

© babytortie on tumblr + wattpad.

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a Tom Holland x model (tall) reader where she’s friends with law roach and zendaya and z and law roach introduces Tom and Toms friends to reader at a after party and they become friends and it’s fashion week and reader invites them and reader does multiple runways and photo shoots and Tom really likes her 🥰maybe fluff and smut

IT WAS TO FLUFFY TO ADD SMUT BABE- THANKS FOR THE ASK! REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED I HAVE TO FINISH THE ONES ALREADY ASKED!

Summary: ah, nothing like a nice life

Warnings: boob grabbing, dancing, sitting on laps and fluff! No smut!

A/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK TO LONG- NOT PROOF READ!

T.H| I’m OuTsIdE iN a AmG

You sat down on your phone, playing candy crush like the old person you are, it was an after party and you came with zendaya and law roach, you’ve been friends for a little bit but it was nice, you both got closer then you both expected. You sat there pretty in a black tuxedo, shirtless with red bottoms on, hair in a shag, a pretty one though. You lifted your leg and placed ontop of the other, it was like any other after party, boring. Zendaya and law roach singing the lyrics while others jumped around them.

“Y/n!” Zendaya said, catching your attention, you shut off your phone and put it in the side of your pants, looking up at her. “Get up I wanna introduce you to someone” “zendaya-“ “later please” she took your hand and lifted you from your seat, you took the seat with you because bitches be wanna steal shit. “So y/n, this is my friend Tom- did you really take the seat with you?” “I sure did, hello Thomas” you looked at him, curly brown hair, a little bit of gel, he wore a charming smile, he was also short. “Hi” he laughed. “Thank you-“ a stranger said, trying to take the chair, “I think the fuck not!” You yelled over the music, tugging it back. “Back Yo ass up!” You say, fake charging at the person making them flinch. “You are so mean” law rolled laughed.

“It’s not my fault she crazy” you sat the chair down and sat in it. “Well anyways, this is Harrison” zendaya said, Harrison waving with a smile. “And Harry, toms brother” he also waved. “Hi Tom and erbodyelse” you waved right back at them. “She apologizes” law said. “What did I do?” You asked, law looking at you. “Hey it’s okay, she’s funny” he laughed, you gave a innocent smile. “Well let’s party right!” Zendaya said, making everyone but you smile....until of course ice cube had to come on ‘you know how we do it’ you had no other choice, you could rap every single word of it, of any 90s song. You weren’t the type to party but you better make the best of it, zendaya handed you a beer and you took it sipping it. “I’m not letting this chair go” you said, “I’ll take it” Tom said, you stood and he took it, walking to the bartista and asking him to keep it back there and not let anyone else grab it. Once the achol got in your system there was no going back, you did what you said you could, everyone was suprised you didn’t even break a sweat, would you remember this? Of course you would! You aren’t that drunk dumbieee.

You’re the life of the party when your not so stuck up and stubborn, but it’s just your personality, you got your chair back and Tom was about tired as hell, he ended up sitting on your lap and having his back on the arm rest, having a normal conversation, you both have a lot of shared likings, basically the same person but not, your feelings are always mixed but Tom is nice to even it out.

“You think this is weird?” Tom asked, “Nah it’s good, look at her” you pointed at the girl who keeps whipping her head around to the song, leaving Thomas laughing as you silently giggled. “So your a model?” He asked and you nodded, sharing a hamburger you got from somewhere, it didn’t matter. You handed it to him and he took a bite “so like Victoria secret?” “Yeah and Rihanna, ya know fenty?” “Of course I watched it like a million times!” “Who was your favorite?” You asked him, “I mean Laura was pretty sexy” he shrugged and you laughed, “yeah she was” “but she wasn’t the best” “who was then?” “You, you danced in that tight underwear, it had to be uncomfterble” “no Rihanna makes sure it’s comfterble” “well I know you would kill it in some butterfly lingerie” he shrugged, handing the burger back to you. “Why thank you, seems like you like me showing skin huh?” “Hey I might not be sober, but I’m sober enough to not tell you my secrets” “dang it!” You laughed taking a bite out of the burger.

“I should come to your runways” he looks at you, his eyes slightly squinted. “That was just what I was thinking!” You took a bite as he laughed with his cheeks filled, you chewed away as you both just looked at each other. “So favorite movie?” “I can’t go one night without watching Spider-Man-“ “really? Thank you” he cheered, you only laughed, “you didn’t let me finish, Spider-Man into the spider verse” “that movie sucks!” “Noooo it’s miles morales! He’s fucking better then youu” “we can fight if you wanna fight” “then you wouldn’t be able to come to my shows” “ah fine”

As the time passed you both only made jokes, watching everyone else dance and point out the ones who don’t know how to. It was fun, he gave you his number and you gave yours to him, chatting and no more drinking, just eating.

“Naw I saw you both!” Law yelled as zendaya hyped it up. “Doing what! We were only talking-“ “and eating!” Zendaya added on. “That’s romance!” “Well I don’t think so, so hmph” you shrugged. “Whatever bye y/n” law exited the call and zendaya did to, it was time for your photo shoot for the week and Tom was expected to come, he didn’t come yet so you had time to get dressed.

You went shirtless with a pair of high waisted cargo pants and combat boots, your hair wet and your long nails black, there wasn’t really any makeup on your face other then a whole lot of highlighter, when you went out you found Tom. He had two water bottles in his hand, his hair wet with a black shirt and normal navy blue jeans with some black air forces, he looked around for you until he found you, giving you a smile as you holded your boobs with one hand to wave at him. He made his way over to you “hey!” He cheered. “Hey Thomas, how are you?” You asked and he shrugged, “I’m pretty full so I’m happy” “you ate without me?” “How was I supposed to know? What do you want” “loyalty” he smacked his lips at you “I got you water atleast!” “I can’t drink that right know, my stomach has to look good” you both looked at it, you basically were glowing.

“Water can’t kill you” “yes it can, that’s my que, let’s go!” You took photos in this large house, with a huge mountain next to it. Tom thought you looked beautiful with your hair out, he was to respectful to look somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. You sat next to the pool with a chair, sitting in it backwards you arched your back, Tom having a seat in the background just watching how you move and how the sun reacts to your skin, lucky you put on some sunscreen so you didn’t have to get sunburns. He sipped his water and smiled to himself, Tyler the creator played in the background and as you took your time you danced some, you were a cute dancer...you couldn’t dance but you looked nice moving!

“Tom I need your hands!” You yelled, Tom instantly came over asking you what’s wrong. “I need you to fix my hair really quick” “you and I both know I can’t do that” “then please hold these” you smile at him. “What’s?” He asked, knowing what you were saying but not so sure. “Hold my boobs dude” you took his hand with your free one. “Alright alright!” He says, coming behind you to hold your boobs. “Thank you Thomas” as you were about to grab your phone your hair stylist came up to fix your hair. “You can’t do it either” she said. You smacked your lips as Tom laughed at you, still holding your boobs with both of his hands, which they perfectly fit too.

“Alright Thomas you have to be in this photo shoot” the photographer said. “What why!” He asked, completely not ready. “It’s just a great pose” he smiled. “I don’t know if she’s okay with that!” Tom said looking at you. “I don’t mind” you shrugged, looking back at him. “Alright then I’m pretty sure we have some cargos for you!” “Right here actually!” Why do they have some men’s cargos, you like men’s clothes sometimes, your more thicker then Thomas though so that’s really confusing. You silently gasped “law!” You said to yourself. “Let me go change yeah” he said, you put your hands ontop of his, he removed his and ran to go get changed, when he came back he was dressed just like you, highlighter on his abs, everything.

“You look good” you complement. “Not as stunning as you darling” he said, ice cube now playing “alright let’s go to the mountains”

You all made your way up there, on the tip of the mountain, if you were to fall you’d die, you afraid of heights but Tom held your hand to reassure your safe, you and Tom stepped on the end, one of his arms came around your breasts, perking them up and the other came around your waist, you leaned on your left knee, tilted your head to lean on toms, the sun glistening your skin as you closed your eyes amd lips slightly open and your hand held his cheek as his lips were softly touching your neck. “Alright, perfect” they recorded you both, then when they look back there gonna make it pictures, they snapped another of you both hugging each other, his back muscles and the back of his head, showing his wet curls as you wrapped one around your finger, your lips so close to his ear, pelvis to pelvis and chest to chest, all very very good pictures.

You and Tom danced to the music, all oldies playing, Mary J Blige, Tony!, Tupac, Brandy, New edition, Micheal Jackson, snapping more pictures while you both weren’t paying attention. “Oh this totally gonna is gonna get in the book, this is gonna be all over the news” “oh tell me about it” the photographers laughed, but it was time to take the solo one, you covered your breasts as you were on the tip of the mountain, your face infront of the sun, you covered your face with your hand from a distance, revealing one of your eyes as they were light from the sun, you looked up at the camera and made eye contact with it, your lips again slightly open. “Perfect!”.

Snapped.

Tom put you on his story, smiling to himself as you came back down. “It’s hot!” You yelled, everyone laughing at what you said. “Guess who’s the new face of vogue!” Jim said, the photographer. “Me!” You jumped, dancing to yourself as everyone cheered you on as P. Y. T played, everyone clapping to the beat as you kept dancing, everyone singing and doing their own thing. Tom sung as he came up behind you, holding onto your waist as you moved you hips, some people recording for the YouTube video. It was like you were dating before you even knew it, it was nice, everyone could see the love you had for each other even if you both were oblivious of it.

“Did a wonderful job darling” he said, both in the same dressing room. “You didn’t do to bad yourself” you smiled at him, putting on your bra and your oversized shirt, taking off your pants and boots next as he followed along to put on the clothes he had on first. “Your the new icon y/n” he smiled at you. “Don’t say that, we both know zendayas the queen” “but you can be the king” he winked at you, you only smiled and shook your head. “So you guys, can we post these videos!” Jim said, you both looked at each other then the door. “Yeah!” Both of you said, I mean it was platonic right? Totally.

For the rest of the week you did the runways, the photo shoots, you of course were the new face of vogue, Victoria secret, Rihanna wanted you to come back, rumors of you and Tom dating which was okay you guessed, it was all just so going good for you, but Thomas not so much. “I think I really fucking like her” Thomas said, sitting in one of the front seats for your runway. “Then ask her out div!” “Harrison shut up!” “I’m just pointing out the obvious” he shrugged. “Well then don’t” he whisper yelled. “I can hear your whole conversation, Thomas” zendaya said smiling, “me too” law and zendaya high fives each other as Tom rolls his eyes, soon music starts playing and models come out, best for last so you weren’t out yet, Tom sat there bored wondering when you were coming out, crossing his arms over his chest as the time ticked, everyone was recording the models, professional cameras all over and recording.

And then your music played ‘Shes A Bad Mama Jama’ as you came out with your yellow layered large poofy dress, a deep v-line and black heels under, dangle earrings and your hair in butterfly braids, shinny lip gloss and long eyelashes, you walked down and danced a bit, everyone clapping for you, just cheering for you, Tom was lucky to even know you, the way your skin shined and you were so photogenic, you were just a goddess really, a mic in your hand as you finished coming down, you said a single ‘hey y’all!’ And everyone cheered for you, clapping.

“As you know I’ve done a lot in this week, including this” you held up your hands at the whole entire place. “But I couldn’t have done it without a few people” people clapped for you. “That includes, law roach” claps. “Zendaya” some ‘woos!’ “And Tom holland” he was shocked but everyone still cheered for him, smiling and waving at everyone who cheered him on. “I honestly feel so honored, I love every single one of you in this room, you’ve been with me ever since I didn’t get a chance, but that’s the thing” you pointed at the camera “if nothing works out, be your own boss. No one can reject you if your doing your own thing, that’s what I did” you shrugged, everyone clapping for you more. “So we have this set up right?” “It’s all in the trunk Thomas” “well are you gonna help me?” He whispered to zendaya which she laughed at “you have guns for a reason” she squeezed his arms. “Shut up” he silently giggled as he still payed attention to you.

You then walked out, everyone still cheering loudly as you waved them goodbye. You made your way to backstage, finding the models, including cara, Naomi, Gigi, Bella, Kaia, and Lupita. You walked over to the table and grabbed the champagne and grabbed it, law, zendaya, Tom, and Harrison all coming backstage and grabbing their glasses. “Ready?!” You ask and they all cheer, all around you, you popped the bottle successfully, you poured poured everyone some, including yourself. “Alright what are we cheering for?” You ask everyone, “your success!” Gigi says, making you blush. “Stop it, our success, we did it all together” you say making everyone ‘aw’. “To our success!” You yelled, everyone said it after you, raising their glasses and clanking it with some people before taking a sip, Tom came over and kissed your temple, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Congrats babe, you deserve it” he whispered in your ear. “What’s with the pet name” you laughed. “Come to the car with me yeah?” He asked, you nodded at him and the small group followed behind you, making your way to the car he opened the trunk, revealing balloons falling out and flying in the air.

but also a collage of you both, at the club with him sitting on your lap sharing the hamburger, laughing with each other to at the photo shoot, you both dancing with each other, the actual photos you used for the magazine too, then you both hanging out getting coffee and hugging each other in public, then both of you in these dark gothic wigs, with electric guitars, back to back as you put on this weird scrunched face, to hard to explain. You smiled as you picked up the collage “I love it” you said. “I love you” he said back, you looked back at him and he smiled. “I liked you the first moment I met you, your funny, sweet, stubborn, cute, your scattered everywhere-“ “I am not!” You cut him off. “Oh you are” zendaya said, the small group recording letting out small laughs. “You just proved my point y/n, but I love how I can even you out, I like the way you look at me, I want it to last everyday, every night, I just wanna be with you.... so in that case would you be my girlfriend?” He asked, you smiled so wide as you out the collage down in the car, you walked up to him and made eye contact with him as he stood there, looking up at you, you kissed him, smiling into the kiss and kissing him repeatedly “alright get it over with” law intruded, “yeah yes I will” you nodd and he smiled, kissing you again. Zendaya smiles “AGHHHHHH” she screams in excitement. For some reason ‘ivy’ by Frank ocean played and you both just made eye contact with each other.

[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Mountain Men

Request: “can you do an imagine where luke x reader and maybe some other team members go camping?? i think that would be so cute! thanks :)”

Word count: 850

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau​ , @alvezstan​ , @lcvischmitt​ , @ogmilkis​ , @reidswords​ , @ssa-morgan​ , @garcias-batcave​ ,  @akimagies​, @zhangyixingxing1​ , @pinkdiamond1016​ ,  @yourwonderbelle​

*ask to be added ^*

Warnings: none

A/N: this was srsly the cutest prompt thank u whoever sent this, i was so soft writing this adskfjkdasf. enjoy xx. 

“It goes this way-“ Matt insists.  

Luke shakes his head, his hand resting on his hip, “No, I think it’s right the way it is…”

Matt chimes in quickly, “No, Luke. It’s not gonna fit this way, we have to turn it.”

“No, it’s right this way-” he argues briefly before mumbling, “Oh shit…”

“See?” You can hear the smirk in Matt’s voice from across the site. 

Luke sighs, defeated. “Yeah, you were right.”

You shook your head, smiling, and let out a deep sigh.  

“We’re never going to get to go to bed,” Kristy declares, resting her head lazily on your shoulder. 

“Maybe we should just go home, leave them to fend for themselves in the woods for the night,” you suggest.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had—“  

“I heard that!”  Luke calls from across the campsite, his eyes narrowing teasingly at you.

“We’ve almost got this figured out, just give us a sec,” Matt says as he readjusts one of the poles.  

But you chuckle as you hear Luke interfere, “Matt, that’s the wrong way again-”

Kristy sighs and hops off from the flatbed of Luke’s truck.  You hear her open up the driver’s door and dig around for a bit.  When she reappears, she’s holding a bag of unopened marshmallows and a smirk.

“Now at least we don’t have to suffer hungry,” she shrugs.  

Twenty minutes, and about half a bag of marshmallows later, the boys had the tent all set up.  The two of them walk around the campsite with a look of accomplishment plastered on their faces.  Matt and Luke even high five at some point.    

“Ladies, we’ve built you shelter from scratch.  Provided you with a cozy, warm home for the evening—“ Luke says, his eyes narrowing once he’s seen that you had already broken into the food.

“How dare you...” his voice trails off. “How dare you eat all the marshmallows- our sustenance- while we” he motions towards Matt and himself, “were putting our blood, sweat, and tears into that sanctuary over there?”

You laugh, rolling up the bag and throwing it in the tote behind you.  

“I guess we’ll save the rest for the campfire, if that ever happens,” you smirk, jumping down from the truck and skipping over to Luke.  You peck his lips lightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through the puff of curly hair on the back of his scalp.   

“Good job baby,” you coo, taking a good look at the old tent they’d set up.  

He wraps an arm around you and smiles, letting the other hand rest proudly on his hip as he marvels at his hard work.  

“We’re like mountain men, huh Matt?” he says jokingly, nudging his friend.   

“Can mountain men make a fire?” Kristy asks hopefully.  

“Can we make fire?” Matt repeats, scoffing at his wife as if that was the most ridiculous question in the world.  

“If anyone can make fire, it’s the mountain men,” Luke smirks.

Thirty minutes go by and you and Kristy are huddled on the ground watching Luke and Matt argue about how to arrange the sticks they’d gathered.

“I’m pretty sure they need, like, kindling first,” Kristy whispers softly.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Matt banging two rocks together, apparently trying to get a spark like some sort of caveman. 

“I have a lighter in my pocket,” you whisper to her.  

“I think we should just let them figure it out,” Kristy says. “Learn from their own mistakes and all that?” 

You wrap Luke’s sweatshirt tighter around yourself, the sleeves too long and the body too big, and reach for the bag of marshmallows.

Eventually, their struggling becomes too unbearable to watch, so you generously volunteer your lighter.  After that, and Kristy enlightening Luke on the concept of kindling, the four of you sit huddled around the fire.  

Luke sits with his legs slightly apart, you in between them, back against his chest.  He has an arm coiled around your middle, and you gently traced your fingers up and down his thigh, the sound of his soft breath in your ear.  You lean your head back,  resting it against the crook of his neck and stare into the flames.

Matt was telling an old campfire story that his father used to tell him when he was a kid.  The crackling sound of the fire coincided so nicely with the eagerness of his voice and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as Luke lightly began tracing patterns against the skin on your thigh.  The story was good.    

Kristy and Matt call it quits. They bid you both goodnight before clambering inside the large tent for the night. 

“Are you ready for bed?” Luke asks as he leans down and kisses your cheek.  He brings his knee up and you rest your hand on it.

“Not yet,” you whisper, squeezing his leg and looking up at the sky.

You smile at the sight of millions of stars staring back.  You hadn’t realized what a clear night it was until now.  

“So beautiful,” you whisper.  

Luke hums in agreement.  He’s staring right at you.