#i wrote this while drunk btw

[silkscream]

smut idea if you wanted options idk i live to serve (my liege) but stress fuck with peter bc uni is killing him and he’s on the streets every night and happy won’t get off his ass so when you crawl into his bed in just a t shirt and underwear he quite literally goes insane

18+ mdni!!!!!!!!!!!

god peter is so fucking pathetic. he barely has time to himself. barely has time to fucking breathe. yet, when he's alone -- when he knows that he'll at least be alone for the night -- he occupies his time by palming his cock at the thought of you. he thinks of your plump, pink mouth, how it circles his cock. how it sucks heart-shaped bruises on his neck and his broad chest.

and there's a night that he's free -- he means it loosely because he has to wake up the next morning to immediately volunteer. then, his schedule is packed with exam moderation, which he also volunteered for. he's busy as hell, and you'd gotten so used to it that you decided to occupy yourself without him. when you don't text back within five hours, he feels crushed.

but you don't leave him waiting for long. it's his night off, after all. you're excited to have him around in general. the two of you indulge in a marathon of your favorite tv show (you're mostly rewatching because peter had been too absent to watch the season with you, though you don't tell him this) and cooking dinner together. fulfilling his domestic fantasy, ravishing you in sweet kisses.

but peter also craves you in a way he can't say out loud. well, he can -- he's a big boy, he can tell his girlfriend that he wants to fuck her. but it's been a while, and the way you make your sleepytime tea and do your skincare routine discourages him from trying anything.

but then he watches you crawl into your bed with just a t-shirt -- his t-shirt -- and panties. he joins you, spooning you, though he's weary of the growing length that's probably prodding the back of your legs right now.

"want something, peter?" you tease.

he groans in frustration. he doesn't have the energy to play this game with you -- dancing around what he really wants. so he grasps you tightly, hands exploring your hips as he hovers over you. you're pliable underneath him, so soft and sweet.

peter wishes he had all the time in the world just so he could eat you out for hours. but he's been denying himself of you for weeks. he hasn't been able to be next to you in such a close capacity for weeks, either.

so he fucks you easily. there's no resistance -- you were wet by the time his bare cock was even prodding in between your folds. he still feels bad that he wasn't able to prep you (he really fucking wanted to eat you out), but you're still wet enough for him. the way you want him is enough.

peter has to pace himself, knowing that he might finish too quickly or hurt you in the process with his super strength. he drinks in your moans with his mouth, caressing your face with his calloused hands.

his hands have known blood and deep gashes. punches that would send his opponent across a parking lot. but now, his hands are gentle, just for you. he uses them to explore the softness of your body. he uses them to worship.

"love you, baby," he rasps weakly.

"love you, too," you coo. "cum inside me, please. wanna feel it."

and he does. he always does -- loves to listen to you and give you what you want. peter will cherish this moment until the next time he gets to be inside of you, even if the mission tomorrow is quick to finish. even if the mission tomorrow occupies him for days.

he'll come back crawling home to you. always.

[valeisaslut]

PARTITION - collide AU blurb (mdni)

so.... a nonnie sent me a list of songs they imagined for Collide's reader and ellie and partition by beyoncé was on there… and listen. i hit play. and it was OVER for me. like immediately i saw the whole scene crystal clear in my mind. it wrote itself. my brain broke a little bit. so thank you, nonnie, for ruining my life so beautifully.

also, btw: this is now canonically a song on reader’s better lies deluxe album. of course she wrote it the very next day after the limo incident. she was feral. no regrets.

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back of the limo, new york city lights bleeding past the tinted windows, music thumping faintly from the speakers. you’re supposed to be heading to some club, some industry party, but ellie’s hands are already on you before you even get past soho.

she pushes you down onto her lap, looking at you like she owns the oxygen you’re breathing. outside, it’s chaos —flashes, screams, a city spinning— but inside, it’s heat and darkness and the low, wicked purr of the engine underneath you both.

you gasp when her hand cups you through your panties, already soaked through. she just smirks against your throat, teeth grazing skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“knew you’d be like this,” she mutters, rough and low, fingers sliding the fabric aside to find you drenched. “knew you’d be dripping for me before we even made it to the fuckin’ club.”

you let out a breathless, shaky laugh. “s’not my fault you’re obsessed with me.”

“baby,” she groans, pressing her forehead against yours, “you’re the one grinding on me like you don’t give a fuck who’s listening.”

you open your mouth to sass her back—but then you feel it. when she grinds her hips against yours, there’s pressure, thick and hard, strapped under her baggy jeans. your hips stutter, a little whimper punching out of you.

“wait—” you giggle, half-horrified, half-wrecked already. “you wore it to dinner?”

ellie pulls back just enough to flash a wicked grin.

“had a feeling you were gonna act up, princess.”

from the front seat, the driver coughs loudly. you barely register it— too busy clinging to her as she pushes your panties aside like she’s unwrapping a present.

“you tryna get us banned from every club in new york?” you whisper, still trying to catch your breath, grinding shamelessly against her.

“only if you come on my strap first,” she growls back, hands bruising on your hips.

you laugh, breathless and drunk on her.

“bet.”

the driver almost swerves off the road. privacy screen up. he’s seen enough.

and you do. right there in the limo—your dress bunched at your waist, panties dangling off one ankle—while ellie lounges back, legs spread, a filthy grin on her face as she unzips her jeans and pulls out the dark purple strap, heavy and waiting.

you sink down on the strap and grind against her, slow at first— torturous, mean— moaning into her mouth just to hear the way she whimpers for you. every shift of your hips has her cursing under her breath, desperate, eyes almost black.

“you’re such a fuckin’ tease,” she growls, hands gripping your ass hard enough to bruise.

“yeah?” you pant, tilting your head, grinding down harder. “say please, rockstar.”

ellie glares up at you, teeth clenched, chest heaving. pure dangerous, feral love.

“please,” she rasps, breath hitching. “please, baby. fucking ride me. take me apart. fuck me like you own me.”

you shudder, nails dragging down her arms, and god, you’re gone.

you start moving faster. bouncing, grinding, desperate and shameless, the wet slap of your bodies obscene in the tight space.

ellie’s filthy with it— muttering, moaning, grunting against your mouth.

“fuck, just like that. look at you. ridin’ my cock like you’re made for it—” her hand slips up your spine, into your hair, tugging just enough to make you whimper.

“—pretty fuckin’ thing. mine.”

the limo rocks on its tires.

you cry out when she brings one hand down— a sharp, stinging spank to your ass, making your thighs shake around her. you bury your face in her neck, biting down hard to muffle your moan as you bounce up and down harder, chasing your high.

the strap presses right against that perfect spot inside you, and when you come— it’s explosive. messy. desperate. you shudder violently, clinging to her like a lifeline, her name ripped from your throat like a prayer.

ellie groans low and hot against your ear, teeth grazing your skin as she peppers your neck and collarbone with love bites, marking you up like she wants everyone in that club to know exactly who you belong to. her hands grip your hips like she’s holding on for dear life, grinding up into you, chasing that high like a woman possessed.

when she finally comes — hot and messy under the strap, gasping your name like a prayer — her face goes wrecked. flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, mouth falling open in the sluttiest, prettiest little whimper you’ve ever heard. it punches a needy, desperate sound out of you too, grinding down hard to wring every last twitch and shake out of her.

you swear she almost blacks out right there, forehead falling against your shoulder, breath ragged, hands still trembling where they’re clutching you.

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” she pants, kissing your jaw, still holding you close, still so hard against you. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you’re both panting when the limo finally pulls up in front of the club— lights flashing, hundreds crowding, cameras ready.

you climb off her slowly, thighs shaking, dress barely tugged back down. ellie zips her jeans with one hand, still flushed, still panting, and gives you her leather jacket to hide your wrecked state a little.

you both step out of the limo, faces deadpan like nothing happened— except for the marks blooming on your neck and tits and the way you’re leaning into her like your legs forgot how to work.

paparazzi start screaming questions.

the driver just stays slumped behind the wheel, dead inside.

ellie tosses a wink over her shoulder at him as she leads you into the club, muttering under her breath.

“that man’s seen god tonight.”

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[venusbyline]

Im so glad someone else lowkey likes modern aegon x niece

i need that scumbag now😩🫠

i know he gives her weed for the first time and teases her for not having tolerance

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okay this is so fucking hot to think about. actually I'm a real whore for modern Targcest, we need more of that type of content 😭😭

btw... I wrote this based on my personal experiences smoking weed in 2022, so the descriptions of the effects may seem a bit exaggerated, considering that all the times I smoked while I mixed drinking whiskey, vodka and beer too (here in Brazil the legal age for practically everything is 18 years old. my ex, his friends and I were already 19 actually, so we knew very well what we were doing).

⚠️: SMUT CONTENT. female!reader, modern!Aegon II Targaryen, Targcest (uncle/niece), corruption kink, underage drug use (reader is 17-18), weed smoking, sexual tension, degradation, dry humping, age gap (older man/younger woman), secret situationship, implied Jacaerys Velaryon/reader, implied older brother/younger sister, implied exhibitionism & voyeurism kink.

"Damn, pretty girl... If your mother saw you now, she'd kill me." Aegon let out a hoarse laugh as he sealed another joint together with his niece.

The girl was sitting on his couch, laughing at whatever stupid shit he had said during the last twenty minutes. Your hair was disheveled from your recent make-out session, the red lip gloss smudging a little bit across your chin.

When Aegon had decided to bring his niece to his house for the summer vacation before the start of your high school's senior year, he had asked his sister Helaena to help convince Rhaenyra to let you stay there for a few weeks. So already knowing how your uncle wanted to introduce you to some real fun and maybe also convince you to move there when you started college in the next year, you had whined and begged your mother many times, lying that you would take all the necessary precautions — because unfortunately the whole family already knew very well about Aegon's bad reputation, and still you were excited for new experiences.

And now the two of you found yourselves already high and drunk on the very first night of your stay.

"I'm not that high..." You whimpered, moving your body until you were sitting on Aegon's lap again, while he lit that joint just for him.

He had shared the first one with you, saying some silly saying like puff, puff, pass. According to Aegon, it would be better if you took two puffs and then passed it on to him, because it would help your lungs absorb the weed better than if you simply smoked it all at once.

However, deep down Aegon was loving seeing you like this, all desperate for more. He felt like he was corrupting you, and he liked that feeling as well. "Not that high? You sure, babe?" Aegon chuckled, one hand squeezing his niece's ass covered only by pink panties, while the other brought the rolling paper to his own lips, taking a soft drag and inhaling slowly.

You let out a low little laugh at his words, flushed cheeks after that when you took in the sight of your uncle sitting beneath you. He was taking a second drag and then blowing the smoke out of the corner of his lip.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure, uncle."

Aegon rolled his eyes, despite the fact that he could feel them starting to get kinda hazy — not as much as yours, though. “Babe, you took off your dress and bra right after you started drinking and smoking with me. You were rubbing yourself against me like a whore a few minutes ago and laughing at every nonsense thing I said.” Aegon’s voice was firm, but his smirk made it obvious how much he was loving everything, bringing the joint to your mouth in solidarity as you could not stop staring at his fingers.

Even though you tried to force yourself to take a drag on it properly, you ended up dragging it harder than you should have, which caused you to cough. “You’re so fucking bad at this, little niece. Such a dumb, innocent little thing.” He scoffed, admiring your smile and laugh, the way you were trying to be a good little girl and passing it back to him.

He could not deny that seeing you all messed up like that was quite a hot sight.

"Holy shit, you're so damn weak. Your panties are so fucking wet that they're making my jeans all sticky with your pussy juices." Aegon continued with those teasing sentences, blowing some smoke at you, wondering how his half-sister would react if she knew he was corrupting her daughter.

Maybe he could take a picture of you sucking his cock and send it to Jacaerys when your vacation was over. Your older brother would probably jerk off watching his little sister and his uncle sharing such a horny moment.

[queenbee298]

Hey, can you do one where Y/N has coffee that's really sweet and Doey, being curious, drinks it and gets really hyper before having a sugar crash?

Good idea 👍🏾 Thank you for request this story. Poppy Playtime x Gender Neutral Reader “Finally Free” Request #4. Enjoy the story. Btw it may take a while for me to get all of your request, but I will write them. Lots of fluff ☁️ in this story.

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Like any other day, you woke up at 8:00am, did your daily routine, and make breakfast for your family. The toys woke up and came downstairs for breakfast

Y/N: “Morning kids.”

You prepared waffles, bacon, eggs, and orange juice for your kids. And a coffee for yourself.

Doey was the last one to walk downstairs. He let out a big yawn, showing he’s big, red teeth.

Y/N: “Good morning, Doey.

You placed a kiss on his forehead.

Doey: “Good morning, mama/papa.”

You prepared a plate for yourself and Doey and join the others at the kitchen table. You set your coffee near you and Doey.

Doey: “Mama/Papa, what are you drinking?”

Y/N: “ Just some coffee.”

Doey: “Can I have some?”

Y/N: “No, sir. The last time we need is for you to have a sugar rush.”

Doey pouted a little, but when back to eating. As you and your family were eating breakfast, the door knocked.

Y/N: “Oh! That must be my new camera!”

You ordered a new camera to take pictures of your new family. You left the table, and Doey stared at your mug.

Doey 💭: Now’s my chance! But mom/dad said no. Maybe a little sip won’t hurt.

Doey picked up your mug and took a sip. The coffee was sweet and had a taste of peppermint. Doey chugged your mug until it was empty.

You came back into the kitchen to show off your new camera.

Y/N: “Hey guys, check out my new camera. You want to take some pictures of you all the hang up on the walls.”

Poppy: “That sounds like fun!”

Kissy wrote on her write board: “I want to look perfect for the camera.”

Y/N: “Okay, let’s finish breakfast then we can start.”

You went back to your seat to finish your breakfast. You tried to take a sip of your coffee, but the mug was empty. The only one who could have drunk it was Doey. You didn’t say anything until Breakfast was over.

Y/N: “Kids, why don’t you go play? I need to talk to Doey for a minute.”

The toys left the kitchen, leaving you and Doey alone.

Y/N: “Didn’t I tell you not to drink the coffee?”

Doey: “…Yes.”

Y/N: “So, why did you drink it?”

Doey: “I know, I know! I’m sorry! But it was so sweet and tasty! And smelled like peppermint!”

Doey continued rambling so quickly. You knew he was beginning to have a sugar rush. You needed to get the sugar out his system or he might destroy your house.

Y/N: “Okay, Okay! Doey, it’s fine. Why don’t we go outside and play a game?”

Doey: “Like what!?”

Y/N: “Hide and seek tag. You try to hide and I’ll seek.”

Doey: “Okay! Okay, Okay! Let’s play!”

He took your arm and ran outside.

Y/N: “Okay now you go hide and I’ll seek!”

You counted to ten and went to look for Doey. As you were looking for Doey, you heard giggling behind some bushes and saw Doey hiding.

Y/N: “Tag, you’re it!”

You ran as fast as you could away from Doey, but he was too fast due to the sugar in his body. You looked back to see him catching up to you really quickly. You tried to run away from him, but he was too fast and grabbed you by your sides, tickling you. You broke out into laughter.

Y/N: “Doey! Stop! That tickles! I’m caught! I’m caught! You won! Let me go! Please!”

Doey: “ Ha! You’re it! You are it! You can’t trick me! You can’t outrun me! I’m too good! I’m too quick!”

You couldn’t stop laughing as Doey continued tickling you and bragging about him catching you. He stopped tickling you and picked you up in the air.

Doey: “ Let’s play some more mama/papa!”

You gave him a thumb up as you were a little tired.

For the next 4 hours, you played capture the flag, statues, scavenger hunt, and Hopscotch. Some of the mini critters and Yarnaby came out to play were you two, but they couldn’t keep up with Doey’s sugary energy.

Y/N: “Okay, Doey. Let’s go inside.”

Doey: “But I’m still wanna play!”

Y/N: “Well, let’s play inside.”

You, Doey, and the others toys came inside the house and the toys, except for Doey, fell asleep on the couch. Those games wore them out. Yarnaby took up most of couch and the mini critters lay on top of him.

Doey: “What do you want to play now, mama/papa?”

Y/N: “I got the perfect game!”

Doey: “OH! What is it?”

Y/N: “Sit next to Yarnaby, close your eyes, and count to 35.”

Doey: “Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, ….17…”

Y/N: “ This game is called nap-time.”

Doey fell asleep. Now his sugar rush crashed and he was sound asleep.

You took your camera out and took a picture of the sleeping toys.

Y/N: “These is going in the photo album.”

😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴I hope you all enjoyed this story. If there is an artist reading this story, can you drawing the mini critters, Yarnaby, and Doey sleeping together?

See you next time! <3!

[acatnamedpusheen]

2:04AM

(Javier Peña x fem!reader)

Smut with barely any plot

Word count: ~1.8K

Summary: You meet Javier at a bar after a breakup and you agree you're in need of a quick fuck as much as he is

Warnings: Smut 18+, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v (as if I'll ever write anything different), mentions of alcohol and smoking, English not being my first language, no mentions of y/n

A/N: So umm as you might be guessing, I started watching Narcos and let me tell you I came purely for Pedro but stayed for literally everything else! I thought I'd never enjoy it but omg I'm obsessed I'm almost done with S1! And yes I know I'm 10 years late to this... Anyways, Peña can have me any way he wants as many times as he wants and wherever he wants. I haven't written a fic so effortlessly since the days I was simping over my fave kpop boys, hope you like it, it was purely self indulgent btw. Also heyyy this is my first Pedro fanfic and I somehow wrote it just in time for his birthday? If that's not destiny... (jk I need to be locked away)

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His hands were big and rough on your body. Your skin smooth and soft against his touch as he undressed you.

Hurriedly, desperately.

Your own hands mirroring his, trying to open the buttons of his tight shirt, as his lips were attacking your neck.

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You only met him an hour ago at the bar you'd picked to get wasted after another breakup. This one hurt a lot you had to admit. You thought you'd finally found the one but you had been quick to judge within the span of half a year.

Turns out you'd only found yourself nothing but a liar and a cheater who had been hooking up with his ex all while acting like a good boyfriend to you.

You shot a death glare at the rather handsome man that approached you with a drink on the counter.

"Not interested." your voice was stern and you didn't even care to take a better glance at him as you downed another shot.

"Cheater?" was it so obvious by the way you were sitting alone hoping to get drunk enough to forget even temporarily what had happened, or was he just really good at reading people?

His simple question caused you to turn your head back to him as you scoffed. And only then did you really notice how good looking he really was under the dim lights of the bar. With his button up shirt that hugged his toned body just right, his slightly tanned skin and that mustache that adorned his handsome face.

"Let me guess, you're just looking for a quick fuck, aren't you?" the look of disgust never leaving your features.

"I'm not gonna pretend or promise you anything else. So if you're up for it, just let me know and I'll get us back to my place in no time." completely unfazed by your state of heartbreak he let you know his intentions as if making a deal of some sort.

His eyes stayed on you through his glass as he took a sip of his own drink waiting for an answer before trying his luck elsewhere.

This would be wrong that was for sure, but maybe due to the alcohol running through your system and how irresistible this man looked, your mind quickly reached the conclusion that it could infact be the best revenge. A way to feel like you were getting back at that shitty person you now called your ex. And since he'd probably never know about this, it all was just leaning towards pure temporary self indulgence.

"Okay." your voice barely contained any emotion as you reached for that man's forearm just when he was ready to turn around and leave, eyes already on his next target. Although surprised, he didn't say another word. With his hand on the small of your back he walked you out of that bar.

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"I don't think I caught your name." you pointed out as his mouth left your neck and traveled to your newly exposed breasts, sending a wave of heat down to your core.

"Javier. And you, sweetheart?" you both had been so desperate to just fuck your problems away you didn't even know each other's names.

He hummed against your skin upon hearing your name, your fingers threaded in his hair holding him close, as he walked you backwards until you reached the foot of his bed. Sharing a messy kiss you shuffled further up on the sheets that had the exact same scent as him, sweet with a hint of tobacco.

All your clothes were long gone by that time. Neither of you caring to make the moment you'd see one another naked for the first time, intimate.

This wasn't about intimacy.

It certainly never had been for Javier. All he wanted was to blow some steam off. It would either be some whore he'd pick up from his favorite place, or someone random from the bar, like you.

You, who he was relieved to see weren't seeking any comfort in his arms. Sure, you knew straight away what it was that he wanted, yet your very recent breakup could easily lead you to believe the man whose hungry lips were traveling down your bare torso, would make you feel whole again.

You were expecting him to simply thrust into you, fuck you to oblivion and get it over with. And that's why a loud gasp escaped your lips when his came in contact with your folds.

"Relax sweetheart, gonna have to get you ready for me."

He could have just chosen to slip two fingers in you and pump a few times, to get you ready. Instead he chose to eat you out. Why? Because deep down Javier was highly competitive.

He didn't know who your ex was, hell he didn't even know you, but he was determined to prove that he could make you fall apart better than anyone, first on his tongue, then his dick.

And that's exactly what he did.

His tongue messed with your folds before slowly, carefully, sliding all the way to your clit and exploring the area around it. His hands found their place on your hip bones, just in time to hold you still when he finally came in contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.

He alternated between sliding across and lightly sucking it, making you see stars, eliciting sounds of pleasure that had him humming in satisfaction against you, which only added to the sensation.

Your hands where firmly gripping his brown hair, as you grinded against his face, back arching with yet another wanton moan.

"Bet that asshole of yours never had you like this." his voice was muffled. Lifting his gaze he made eye contact, his actions never ceasing, while a hand snaked down between your thighs and two of his digits massaged your entrance. Your arousal coated them enough to allow them to slide in with ease as his name fell from your lips in the form of a sigh.

"Javier..."

He was right. As much as you were embarrassed to admit that a random stranger from a bar with whom you casually hooked up, was better at eating you out than your own boyfriend of six months, that was the truth. And if he had you on the edge of heaven just with his tongue, you were more than curious to see his skills with his dick.

It wasn't long before you sensed your orgasm nearing and that's when you lightly pushed Javier, notifying him that you wanted him to stop his ministrations.

Despite being too lost between your folds, fingers still curling in and out of you at a leisurely pace, he was quick to halt his actions and shoot you a worried look.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I just feel like I'm all ready for you now." your gaze was filled with lust, your breath still a bit heavy, as you pushed yourself off the sheets to meet Javier's lips in a hungry kiss. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, you urged him to move until you were straddling his lap.

Without breaking the kiss you moved your hips and let his dick slide in-between your folds, earning a grunt from the man underneath you.

"Don't tease now, honey." he broke the kiss, gripping your hips to hold them still, only to start moving his own and take the upper hand in what you initiated. "I thought we both wanted the same thing."

"A quick fuck?" you tried to gather your thoughts while he kept sliding against you, spreading your arousal and brushing your clit. "Because it did seem like you were taking your time with me."

"I didn't see you complain about it." his voice was stained. He was desperately holding back more sounds, not wanting to make you think that he wasn't the one in control even for a second.

"There was no reason to do that." the subtle praise that left your lips had his dick twitching, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "But I would greatly appreciate if you could just go on and fuck me now, Javier."

And that's all it took for him to lift you up and let you line yourself up with him, before he was forcefully thrusting into you. The stretch forced a guttural moan out of you that mixed with his deep groan.

He wasted no time in setting a quick pace, reminding both of you how desperately you were chasing that high. Hands still digging into the skin of your hips, he was guiding you on and off him, the angle allowing his tip to hit a spot deep inside you.

The sight was animalistic, filthy. The sound of skin against skin filled the room along with your lewd noises.

He knew you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls kept fluttering around him. But so was he, his pace was beginning to falter and that's when he moved one hand from your hips to press his thumb on your already worked up clit.

"Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" he was barely holding on, yet still wanted to have the upper hand, to see you being the one to fall apart first.

Javier's words seemed to be the perfect push you needed to reach your climax. Vision going white as his and god's name were the only two things you were capable of saying as he kept fucking you through it until he halted his own movements with a deep groan, savouring his own orgasm.

You were still panting when you rolled off him to lay on your back. Eyes fixed on the ceiling as he reached for a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it up and taking a puff.

"You can stay the night if you want." he broke the silence once he saw you move in search of your scattered clothes.

Eyes instantly on him, surprised by his proposition, you watched as he released a hazy cloud of smoke with a deep exhale. You couldn't exactly deny spending a few more hours with the man who just gave you the best sex you've had in a while.

As if reading your thoughts he continued. "The bathroom's on the first door to your right. Just let me know if you need anything else."

"Some water would be great." you said, panties in hand, to which he simply replied with a wink as he sat up and tapped the cigarette over the ashtray.

"And just so you know" he stopped you midway out the room, a smirk creeping into his features.

"That motherfucker of yours clearly didn't know what he was missing."

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[flamingo-writes]

what about Hobie dragging the reader to their apartment after a party and they're babbling and drunkenly hitting on Hobie, completely oblivious to the fact that he's their boyfriend

like "hey, handsome, can you give me your number?" COMING ON HE'S TRYING TO CHANGE YOU AND GET YOU TO BED IN YOUR HOME

I love your work btw

you inspire me to learn english better haha

Pick Up Line — Hobie x Reader

Notes: I wrote this before going to sleep 🫡 it is not proofread (I might do that tomorrow) writing this was so much fun, I only knew what I wanted to write in the beginning, and then I just let everything unfold on it’s own. I didn’t have a title for this until I finished it. I hope you like it!!

Man I have so many requests I’m sorry for posting one thing and then disappearing for months 😭 anyways, here’s the fic:

“No! Put me down! I have a boyfriend!” You groaned with a breathless sigh, feeling the heaviness of the booze weighting down on your body, most of all your mind.

Hobie chuckled as he carried you back to your apartment after one of those self destructive parties the darker alternative scene liked to throw every now and then.

“Oh, you do?” He chuckled with a cheeky tone as you hummed.

“Uh-huh. I do, and he’s the most handsomest, coolest motherfucker…” You replied and let your head fall onto his shoulder as he was carrying you as if you weighted nothing on his arms, with an arm holding your back and on the other your legs. “He’d kick your ass,”

“Oh, would he?” Hobie teased, raising an eyebrow, thinking it was insanely adorable how even on your state you talked so highly and proudly of him in your own way.

“Yup, certified badass shit,” You groaned. “I love him,”

He let out a deep chuckle as he gazed at you and turned on the corner, spotting your flat building a couple of blocks down.

“I’m pretty sure I could kick his ass,” Hobie said, trying to see how you’d react.

“In your dreams,” You sighed deeply.

As he approached your flat building and got inside, in your drunken state probably it would be best to avoid using his Spider-Man skills. You’d either puke, or start yelling that he’s Spider-Man and he wouldn’t risk it. On the bright side, you lived on the third floor.

As he stopped by your door, he gazed at you. “Can hold yourself up for a couple of seconds while I open the door, darlin’?” He asked you, as you giggled.

“Darlin’…” You giggled as you nodded and tried hopping off his arms as he let you down, and you leaned against the wall.

As you patted the pockets of your jacket, you found your keys and took them out as he gently took them off your hands and unlocked your apartment.

In your drunken haze, you started at him with a soft smile, taking in the details. The door squeaking open went unnoticed, your mind was too taken away by Hobie.

“Hey there handsome,” You sighed and closed your eyes. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

“You’re never gonna believe this,” He chucked as he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you in with him. “But I basically live here as well,” he chuckled.

It was partially true. He had his sailboat docked not far from there, but your apartment was wider, and every excuse to spend time with you, he’d take it right away. At this point he spent more nights crashing at your apartment than staying in his sailboat.

“God! What a small world!” You whispered as you let him guide you to your room.

“Isnt it?” He chuckled and as you got to your room, you let yourself collapse on the bed.

“Do you have a phone number I can borrow?” You asked with a cheeky tone, as Hobie chuckled and gazed at you as he looked in your wardrobe for your pyjamas.

Something in his chest squeezing with a sweet nostalgic feeling. It had been the exact same awful pick up line you’d used on him when you’d met him a couple of years ago. The rest was history, and now you were drunk in your apartment with your boyfriend taking care of you.

“What about your badass boyfriend?” He teased as he grabbed your pajama pants and sat on the edge of the bed and helped you take off your shoes.

“God, he’s so badass…I love him,” You sighed sleepily as you closed your eyes, as you slowly came to the realisation that he was taking off your shoes. “What are you doing? Buy me some coffee first,” you giggled with a soft snort.

“It’s too late to find a coffee shop open at this time, luv,” He chuckled and then took off your belt and undid your trousers.

At this point you were more asleep than awake and you let him take your pants off as you kept whining with playful banter. Both hitting on him and telling him about your badass boyfriend. As he managed to get you to put on your pyjama pants and remove everything last bit of uncomfortable accessories or clothes, he helped you get under the bedsheets.

He grabbed some water, aspirins and left them ready on the nightstand besides the bed, knowing the killer hangover you’d be having tomorrow. He then took off his boots, his vest, accessories and got on the bed with you in just his boxers and his t-shirt. By the time he did you were already lost in some dreamland and he simply snugged besides you and wrapped an arm around you before joining you in a deep sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to the sounds of your painful groaning and your husky voice saying:

“I’m never drinking that much ever again…I’m never drinking again, period…”

He opened his eyes, blinking several times before he finally processed your words He chuckled. “You always say that, luv…” He sighed and stared at you.

“Leave me alone…” You whined with a playful voice as you gulped down the water and the aspirins before collapsing on the bed again. “The last thing I remember is Karl and his boyfriend convincing me to do shots with them…”

“That was your mistake, you should know by this point those guys can drink their weight in booze,” He teased.

“I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”

“You were about to let Mattea dye your hair in the bathroom in the middle of the party,” He explained, “and then ran off to the closest convenience store to try and buy bleach and hair dye…”

“Ah, fuck,”

“That’s when I thought maybe it was time to take you to bed,” He laughed softly. “So I brought you back,”

“Thanks, baby…” You whispered with a sheepish voice and kissed his skinny shoulder.

“You bragged to me the entire time about your boyfriend, by the way,” He teased.

“What?” You asked confused.

“And the proceeds to flirt with me and ask for my number…”

“Bullshit,” You groaned as you blushed softly, starting to remember some things about him carrying you back.

“You pulled out the same terrible pickup line you used the first time we met,” He giggled and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Oh my god…” You gasped, burying your face against the pillow in embarrassment. And after a brief silence you said: “did it work, though?” Your questions make Hobie laugh softly as he rolled to his side and looked at you, running his long slender fingers up your spine over the short.

“I’m here, am I not?” He replied with a soft velvet whisper.

[ilovegrumpyoldmen]

LOGAN HOWLETT X M!READER

PART ONE: THE BAR.

Btw: I’m also on wattpad, @ilovegrumpyoldmen. This story will be published in parts but shouldn’t take to long. They will come out faster on wattpad tho :3

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I walked into the local bar, bored and pissed off from a recent breakup. I sat down, popping my neck, sighing, and ordering my usual. As I was drinking I looked around the bar. That's when I saw him, THE hottest fucking guy I've ever seen. I started internally freaking out. I used my phone camera to fix my messed up hair. I've never bothered styling it, I typically just let it do whatever... but for this hunk? Shit, I'll style my hair however he wants.

I chugged the rest of my drink and slid off the barstool, popping up the collar of my jacket and confidently striding over to the hot guy. As I walked closer I noticed his hair, it was styled with these small, almost cat like, little flippy pieces. Cute, like blowjob handles. I took a final deep breath and tapped his shoulder. He turned to me. Holy fucking piss. He's so goddamn pretty. His eyes? Heavenly. I stood there just staring at him.

"Y' got a starin' problem or somthin, bub?" The wildly attractive man said in a gruff tone, worn down over the years from excessive drinking. I quickly cleared my throat. "No! No.. sorry just uhm.. drunk?" I tried to make an excuse. The man just sighed. "I don't do autographs anymore kid." He shook his head. "No!!! No I don't want an autograph.. uhm.." I trailed off, his handsome face making me forget the lines I practiced in my head.

"Uh.." My mouth felt dry. God just spit it the fuck out. "Fuckin' kids..." The man grumbled to himself, downing a glass of whiskey like it was water. Fuck that was hot, seeing his Adam's Apple bob when he swallowed. I made an exaggerated cough just to make sure I had his attention. "Uhm, hello.. I'm Y/N." I gave my best smile that I've been workshopping in the mirror damn near daily. The man just chuckled a little. "Logan." I watched his eyes look me up and down.

After some mildly awkward conversation I got to know all about him. He used to be an X-Man. How epic was that!? "So.. jus' been takin' it a day at a time." Logan hummed while downing his 7th glass of whiskey since we started talking. I stayed quiet for a moment. "You're gonna kill yourself if you keep drinking like that." I said quietly so no one else would hear, not wanting to embarrass him on accident. I was getting worried with his drinking habits, watching him basically be a garbage disposal for whiskey. "I'll be fine, thanks bub." He rubbed his face, setting down the glass on the bar with a loud clink.

He sighed deeply. "I gotta go kid, it was real nice meetin' ya." He got up, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. "Uhm.. wait." I said, getting up as well. He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. "Can I have your number?" I finally managed to ask. "Sure bub." He wrote his number on a napkin and handed it to me. He ruffled my hair and left. I stared at the napkin, my heart racing faster than a damn bullet train.

[miaoua3]

Hiiii!! How are you doing?? I hope you are doing great! I just wanted to ask if you can write about Seungkwan husband hcs? and I also wanted to say that I really love your account it is an absolute masterpiece, I always check everyday if you posted anything because I am excited to see what you wrote ❤️❤️✨️

(Sorry if my message isn't understandable English isn't my first language 😅)

hiii! omg FINALLY a request for our boo, i’ve been waiting for this day, of course i can do it, it would be an honour. and thank you so much for saying that, as well as loving my account so much, i love you all more😭❤️

(btw, your english is perfect, have more trust in yourself and your abilities🫶)

anyway, enjoy this!

Husband! Seungkwan Headcanons:

•(sfw! hcs):

proposed in such a romantic and…seungkwan way lmao just imagine-his members of course had to be a part of it, so they have been dragging you around the whole city the entire day, making sure that you look absolutely perfect for the showtime. seungcheol took you to get your nails done, before jeonghan stole you away from him to get your dress ready, and then joshua and jun were the ones to take you to get your makeup done and- you get the idea lol, but then, as you walked with hansol and chan up the stairs of the building that you and kwanie live in all the way up to the roof, you already started crying because you knew what’s coming. and you were right because once the door of the roof were opened, you see the love of your life standing at the end of the long red carpet, right in front of an altar made out of flowers in a shape of a heart. and because it’s boo seungkwan, of course he serenaded you the song you two were listening the night you two kissed for the very first time. the rest is history❤️

has his wedding ring constantly on him, be it in his ring finger or on a necklace around his neck-the ring is one part of an outfit that is not negotiable, he will wear it no matter what

constantly talks about you when he’s a guest on talk shows, he will find any way to make any story be about you, he could be asked about the thought process behind the song he cowrote with woozi and he will just be like “oh well it’s actually inspired by my wife! she’s always my inspiration behind anything i do and write- i remember distinctly, on that day i was just-“ everyone is low-key annoyed by it because…can he go on for two minutes without saying the words “my wife”? lol

so so so very affectionate- he will hug you all the time, doesn’t matter if there’s people around or if one of you is busy, if boo seungkwan wants to hug and kiss his wife, he will do as much, even when you’re washing the dishes or vacuuming or doing skincare- he will just sneak up on you and hug you from behind as he nuzzles his face in the curve of your neck, he fr sometimes remind you of a cat

is very big on jokes in your relationship, he will try to make you laugh as much as possible, that’s why you two have so many ongoing inside jokes, god forbid someone says one word that will remind you both of one of your jokes, you two will start cackling, leaning onto each other as you two try to control yourselves but with no avail (jeonghan is so sick of you two, he had been enduring this ever since you two started dating and seungkwan was still living with him)

his favourite nights are when you two get drunk on sweet sweet wine from italy and start jumping and dancing around the apartment, all while singing (read: screaming) the lyrics of your favourite songs together, naturally using your hairbrushes as your microphones. something about this makes seungkwan feel…like he will live on forever, if not in other people’s minds and he in books of records, then at least in your heart and memory❤️

because this is boo seungkwan we’re talking about of course, expect little harmless and useless fights (more like bickering) to happen at least twice a day, he sometimes does it because he genuinely doesn’t agree with you but sometimes he does it just to see you pout at him lol, from fighting about which sort of tomato tastes the best to who the best marvel character is, expect him to start shit at any topic you try to bring up lol

•(nsfw! hcs):

his words are always so sweet, they taste like honey both on your and his lips, but then his actions would be so dirty, a complete contrast from what he’s saying- he could be asking in that deep voice of his that he always pull on you in the bedroom “who is my good girl?” but in the same second he would be landing such a hard and nasty spank on your ass cheek that has you throwing your head back in pleasure- his words so affectionate and full of praise, but then his actions look as if it were a punishment, he dances on that thin line so well

prefers fucking you either in missionary or when you ride him, he loves seeing your face scrunch in pleasure as his dick is pounding into your heat, your muscles tightening around him-there’s just something in the way your eyebrows furrow and your mouth open on their own while he’s bringing you pleasure, plus it’s only a bonus that this way he gets to kiss you anytime he wants to (or a louder moan threatens to spill out of his mouth)

and his fingers? gosh his beautiful fingers…the only reason why he isn’t eating you as much as he would like to is because you prefer to have his fingers instead, so long and so pretty and perfect, curling inside of you just the right way, his little nails scraping against you sweet spot which brings you to your finish way before you’d like- and when he licks the very same pretty fingers clean and then wraps them around your pretty little neck? gone. gone and done for.

surprise surprise-boo seungkwan is a talker in the bedroom. shocker, i know. half of his honey sweet words won’t even register im your mind due to the pleasure, but he will still talk, going from kissing your neck and nibbling on your ear and talking, just like “fuck, your sweet pussy feels so good around my dick baby, you’re gonna make me so fast. would you like that, hm? does my sweet girl want my cum? want me to fill you to the brim? fuck, if you don’t stop clenching around me like that, i really will do it-“ KNDKABAPA BOO SEUNGKWAN

loves placing your legs on his shoulders and bending forward, it makes your pussy feel that much tighter, which then makes you both feel how good he’s stretching you, the burn making you moan even louder which makes him fuck you even harder and faster

isn’t a boob person per say, but he will leave so many hickeys on your chest, you will lowkey look like a mess lmao, they would be littered all over your soft tits, ranging from purple to blue and yellow in colour- i mean seriously, don’t even think about wearing something a little bit more revealing or people will ask if you got mauled by a bear lol (that night is something jeonghan will NEVER let you live down lol (seungkwan was low-key proud of his artwork though lol))

LOVES it when you grab him by the hair and redirect his mouth where you need him the most, the sting of the pull, the neediness that is displayed through your actions, the way he doesn’t even want to tease you or reject you- it all gets him feeling so hot and bothered, he will literally moan as you pull him by his hair from between your legs to your face so you can kiss him i- i need him SO BADDDD DJKWKXKSJAB

[theshypinkflower]

Frothing from the mouth over your derek headcanons If you have any abt him youve been wanting to share I would LOVE to hear them

- In highschool Derek got his ears pierced (simple diamond studs to make himself look cool and Sal ripped one of the stud out of his ear because it “made him look like a fag.” Derek’s left ear lobe now has a little scar.

- Derek bullies mentally ill girls on twt, either because he thinks they’re cringe or because he wants to be a dick. He loves mentally ill girls cause they’re so easy to manipulate and force to send him nudes and SH pics (because of course Derek wants to see that).

- Sal made Derek do football in highschool. Needless to say, Derek was a bench warmer while Matt was the star player. Didn’t matter cause Derek still got to put a football patch on his letterman.

- Derek is TERRIBLE with animals. They don’t really like him. The only animal who actually liked him was a puma Sal adopted for awhile.

- His favorite food is sushi, sadly he ruins any quality expensive sushi by dousing it in soy sauce. His spice tolerance is shit btw, so he doesn’t even touch the wasabi. In general he really likes seafood, which is a stark contrast to Sal and Matt who are meat and potatoes kinds guys.

- Every Fourth of July, Derek goes to some “red neck” (literally just a more rural city) and buys so many fireworks for cheap. He doesn’t care if some are duds or dangerous, most of them are gonna go up and make a show. He’ll grab a paper towel roll and fill it with a bunch of smaller fireworks and light it on the dock of the lake house his family goes to during holidays. It makes a huge explosion and scares the crap of everyone.

- Derek only has one band he really likes and its MSI. He saw a bunch of "edgy" people online reposting their songs and he likes em! Everything else in his liked playlist is shit other people listen to. Likes his friend's rap favorites or his dad's 80s favorites. It's one of those bands he listens to whenever hes alone.

- Derek once dressed like an e-boy to garner some attention from girls. Needless to say it worked.

- Every couple of weeks he gets a touch up on his hair. Bleaches the roots, toner, trim, the works. He has an amazing barber who helped Derek fix his hair when he once tried using box dye bleach. It was a nightmare.

- When some of his younger siblings were born he tried giving them away. Like he put Matt in a box and sloppily wrote “FREE BABY” in big letters. It wasn’t until a neighbor knocked on the door with Matt in hands that Sal realized his baby was missing. Needless to say Derek got an ass whopping.

- Derek loves the water! I imagine he’s a really good swimmer (he learned to swim by getting thrown in the pool by Sal).

- Derek sucks at golf, but is decent at tennis. Although the hates doing doubles since Matt and Sal always get onto him for his serves. He use to play tennis a lot with his younger sister, Rochelle, but now all she does is tan by the pool whenever they go to the country club.

- Derek has been in a car accident. He was drunk driving and crashed into someone else. He was arrested for it and Sal had to bail him out. Again, Derek was beaten severely for this. Along with other crimes such as: shoplifting, vandalism, destruction of public property, disorderly conduct, and public nudity (he snuck out to go skinny dipping with friends).

- Derek is a reckless driver whenever his dad or Matt isn’t in the car with him. Like he has at least five speeding tickets in his glovebox. (How does this man even have a driver’s license)

- He absolutely hates weddings. Mostly cause of how many he’s had to sit through thanks to his dad. The only good thing about a wedding is the bar they usually have. Unless they don’t, then he’ll opt for being a menace and catching the bouqet during the bouqet toss (who the hell would marry Derek).

- For the longest time Derek said his favorite cocktail was an Old Fashioned (cause thats what rich people drink I guess) yet he never actually had one. It wasn’t until he ordered on while out clubbing and had to try so hard to keep a straight face. He will never talk about how he chugged down his friend’s fruit and sweet sangria cocktail (because he’s MAN HE SHOULNDT NEED FRUITY SISSY SHIT RAAAAAAH).

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

drunk reg going to sirius picture + dialogue + fave part u just wrote + song

ask game

wrote this a whileee back bt whtvr !!

picture:

song: (sirius' pov btw)

dialogue & favr part:

“I miss you, okay?” Regulus sputtered, chest constricting, tears welling up in burning eyes, “You’re not at home anymore, and its so fucking hard going to the that big, cold house when youre not there–”

“I asked you to come with me!” Sirius yelled – when had he gotten so loud? Why was he so, so angry? “I begged–”

“Begged me – I know! I fucking know, but Sirius, I’m a coward, I can’t, okay? I can't leave– I’m sorry, I just want to go home, and it’s not home without you,” he sobbed, voice going hoarse, the vibrations of his own sound so strong it hurt his ribs, hit heart.

“I dont fucking want to go back home, Reg, I don’t want to go back and take your fucking beatings for you while you cry in your room–”

“You don't– No!” Regulus gasped. Shit, fuck, he’d messed up. That’s all he’d done, for the last seventeen years, mess up. “I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry you ever had to, okay? But please– I just want you back. Please. Please, I know you kept all the cards I used to make for you on your birthdays, I saw you packing them when you left, I know you don't hate me! You don’t have to pretend to, please–” – he’s crying, now, proper crying and rambling. He got like that, sometimes. Sirius used to get like that too. Now he just got angry. 

He tried to keep breathing – in and out and in and out – though it was Sirius’ gaze, sharp enough to cut him open that finally shut him up.

[flanaganfilm]

You have spoken about dealing with addiction in the past (congratulations on your sobriety, btw), and Hill House, Midnight Mass, Doctor Sleep, etc, all feature characters struggling with addiction. Do you find a sort of catharsis in writing those characters and their storylines, and do you find that having gone through that affects how you write those characters and their stories? p.s. if the question is too personal, I apologize. You are, of course, free to ignore it.

Happy to talk about it. I was writing about addiction long before I admitted having a problem. Looking all the way back to my student films, many years before Absentia, I can see myself starting to pick it apart. The fact is I was a really shitty drunk. I was absolutely a problem drinker. It was always that way, going back to school - I was never able to handle it, and there were times throughout my life starting very young when that thought would occur to me, and I'd get scared, and then I'd convince myself I was being dramatic and that I had no problem whatsoever.

The truth is that I didn't have an OFF switch, I was inclined to hide my drinking, and the older I got the more self-destructive I became when I was under the influence.

But I was also very committed to the belief that I could handle it, and that I didn't have an actual problem, so for years I'd coast by, telling myself whatever issues I may have had weren't so serious. "Nine times out of ten, I'm just fine - I'm the life of the party," I'd think. I wasn't, though, and soon enough it was 50/50 whether I'd have to make apologetic phone calls on a given hungover morning. And those stretches where'd I'd really let go and drink hard, the person who emerged was less and less like me. It got to the point I didn't recognize him at all - there was this stranger who lived inside, and if he got out, he was could destroy everything I held dear, and he didn't give two shits about it. Looking back at the last decade of my work with the perspective I have now, I can see an escalating subconscious urgency in the way I was talking about alcoholism and addiction. My 2003 student feature Ghosts of Hamilton Street features a wanna-be writer with a horribly self-destructive alcohol problem. The people in his life begin to physically disappear, and the world around him resets as though they never existed at all, so he's the only who notices. I was 25 years old when I made that movie, and looking at it now, the addiction issues are a huge blinking red light all over the movie. At the time, I thought it was just interesting context for the character.

I wrote the opening scene of Midnight Mass (which features Riley Flynn waking up from a blackout drunk driving session to find that he's killed someone) all the way back in 2010, eight years before I finally sobered up. That was always something I was absolutely terrified of - not that I'd die because of my drinking, but that I'd kill someone else and live with the consequences. That was probably my biggest fear for most of my life, if I'm honest. And there were mornings I'd wake up at home and wonder how the hell I'd driven myself there the night before. I remember those mornings with a stomach-turning degree of terror and shame.

It was always somewhat cathartic to write about characters with addiction issues. There's a long stretch between Absentia and Hill House where it appears that I'm not dealing with those themes in my work (though I'd argue there's a subtle addiction meditation at play in Before I Wake that I've only recently noticed), but I was also secretly working on Midnight Mass that entire time, and just pouring all of my thoughts and anxieties about alcoholism into that story. So while Oculus, Hush, Ouija: OOE, and Gerald's Game don't seem to dwell much on addiction, that's really because I was spending my nights pouring all of that into the pages of Midnight Mass, which existed alternately as a novel, a screenplay, and then a series during those years.

Working on Doctor Sleep is what brought it all to the surface for me. Stephen King's novel deals thoroughly with the theme of recovery (The Shining is about destruction of addiction, and Doctor Sleep is about the journey and reality of recovery), and a lot of people in my cast were sober. It was while we were shooting that film that I realized I needed to make a seismic change in my life.

My wife will say that reading the scene in Doctor Sleep where Dan sits at the Gold Room bar in the Overlook was when she knew I was reaching a critical moment. That scene isn't in King's book, and my first draft of that conversation between Dan and Jack was almost fifteen pages long. It's basically a prolonged argument between the addictive and sober voices in my mind, and writing that scene shook something loose in me. I stopped drinking just a few days before we filmed that scene for that movie, and I haven't had a drop since.

But for catharsis, Midnight Mass truly is the most personal piece of work I've ever made. Riley is a very thinly disguised avatar of myself. I look at that series and I see several distinct versions of myself in conversation with each other over more than a decade. I'm glad it took so long to get that show made, because if I'd made it in 2016 like I wanted to, I wouldn't have done a good job - there is no way I could have told that story until I was finally sober. If you listen closely to the AA meeting scenes between Riley and Father Paul throughout the series, you're basically looking directly into my conflicted brain over many, many years.

This year is my fifth year sober, and I spend my days happy, busy, and so grateful that I was able to make those changes before my drinking destroyed my career, my marriage, and my life. I was lucky. I am lucky. But since I finished Midnight Mass, I haven't felt that pull when I'm writing. I haven't felt those themes elbowing their way into my work. That part of me is still in here (it always will be), but I feel like I was somehow able, over many years, to coax it to sleep. I'm sure I'll return to those themes over the years, as I hope to learn more about myself and have more to say... but for now, those voices are peaceful and quiet. I have projects on the horizon that will touch on some of those things (if I'm able to make The Dark Tower, there's some wonderful elements with Eddie's addiction issues that I look forward to exploring) but it feels different.

One of the things I hold onto when I look back at that time is the hope that the work can be helpful to someone else who may struggle in a similar way. And talking to fans, I've heard here and there that it has, and that means the world to me. I think storytellers can't help but use their stories as a mirror, it's one of the ways we take ourselves apart, look at the pieces, and put them back. It's one of the only ways we can see ourselves clearly.

Sometimes we don't even realize we're doing it. It's only looking back that we can see ourselves, and our work, with any real clarity.

[k111lemall]

𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇★𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝘼

// 88’ James Hetfield x Fem!Reader

warnings ⚠︎︎: smut!!

(btw this is a remake of the first story that i wrote on this account :))

The cold nighttime breeze blew my hair into my face, I held onto my cigarette between my pointer and middle finger while I used my thumb and other three fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear.

I looked into the practically empty parking lot in front of me. It was a small town so there was no Hyatt or Hilton, just one small motel that had seen better days. The paint was chipping off of the railing that I was standing over and the illuminated sign in front of the motel had a couple of letters not shining.

It was only for one night. It’s a funny story on how we ended up here - James and Lars were arguing over where the band should make a pit stop so they could sleep in a bed for one night, and not on a bus or a plane. So, James comes up with the idea to just throw a dart on a map and wherever it lands that’s where they will do the rest stop. Sure enough, it lands on a tiny little square on the east coast, and when we look at the name none of us had ever even heard of this fuckin place.

But I guess the band's tour manager grew up around there, so we thought one good thing for us one good thing for someone else. The guy would get to see his family and friends, and James and his bandmates wouldn’t have to sleep in cramped bunks or small airplane seats.

Since we were stopping here for the night, the guys all decided “Why not play a show?” and so they found a little bar and decided to play there that night. They sold 350 tickets in a bar with a capacity of 250. I could only imagine how crazy that place must’ve been. I would have gone, honestly, it’s just that I'm claustrophobic, and being in a small space with a bunch of drunk metalheads doesn’t exactly sound… safe, to me.

But, I promised James that I would stay up and wait for him to get back. It was a little past midnight and I assumed that the show was either over or close to being over. I took another drag from my cigarette, in hopes of warming myself and also I had nothing else to do out here. I blew the smoke out and it was quickly swept away by the breeze.

As I watched the smoke move with the air, I heard the faint sound of a car and looked out in front of me. White headlights moved across the road, eventually lighting up the trees as the van turned into the parking lot.

I put my cigarette out on the floor and watched as the back door of the van opened. Jason hopped out first, he yawned and rubbed his eyes before looking up at me and waving. I waved back and then brought my attention back to the car. Lars hopped out next, followed by Kirk right behind him. The two stumbled over to Jason, clearly drunk. I laughed a little at their antics and then looked back at the car.

James was out, staring up at me. Even in the dark, I could see his blue eyes, I smirked at him and turned around to walk back into the room. I closed the door behind me, not locking it, and walked over to the bed. I sat down on the edge of it, watching the late-night news coverage playing on the TV. In seconds, James opened the door and walked in. “How was the show?” I asked, “Good, for a little town they are loud as hell.” he replied as he walked over to me. He sat behind me on the bed, kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head.

“I’m gonna shower, then I’m coming straight to bed,” he said as he got up and walked into the bathroom. I shot up from the bed and walked behind him into the bathroom. I leaned against the doorframe as I watched him turn the water on and begin to unbutton the top button on his jeans.

James turned to look at me, “You want some company?” I asked, James smirked “If you’re offering.” he replied and grabbed my arm, bringing me closer to him.

The water was warm, it hit my chest and ran down my stomach. I turned around so that I could wet my hair, my eyes met James’. He had a shit-eating grin on his face and his arms were crossed, “What?” I asked, “Nothin, I just can’t remember the last time we showered together.” James replied, shrugging. “Wasn’t that long ago I don’t think,” I replied, James brought his hands up and wrapped them around my waist pulling me closer to him. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck before kissing him.

As we pulled away from each other, I looked into James’ eyes. He had a look that he had never had before. He moved his hands to my hips and gripped them hard pulling the lower half of my body closer to his. His lips pressed onto mine again and one of his hands moved from my hip and down the side of my leg, where he grabbed the back of my knee and brought my leg up.

His kisses moved from my lips to down my jawline and my neck. My head fell back and James let go of my leg, his hand moving up my inner thigh and cupping my pussy. I gasped as I felt him slide two fingers into me, I quickly shot my head up and just as quickly James’ hand covered my mouth. “Shh baby, Lars is next door.. gotta stay quiet,” he said as he began to pump his fingers in and out of me. I nodded and James uncovered my mouth, his hand moved to the back of my neck where he kept it as he moved his face down to kiss me.

His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I let out a soft moan. I grabbed onto James’ upper arm to try and support myself against the slippery tile of the shower floor. I felt myself reaching the end, and by the look on my face, I think James could tell I was too.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of me, and with a look of disappointment on my face I opened my mouth to speak about my dissatisfaction but I quickly bit my tongue when I felt James pushing his tip through my folds. I bit my lip and prepared myself as James pushed into me, a soft grunt coming from him. I fell into James, chest to chest with him and my head resting on his shoulder he grabbed both of my legs and picked me up allowing him easier access to pound into me harder.

He turned his body so I was up against the wall, his grip was tight on the underside of my legs as he used his strength to pick me up and slam me back down on his hard cock. I tried my best to muffle the sound of pure ecstasy coming from me, but my hand over my mouth could only do so much. “Fuck, harder James please,” I begged, and James listened- the shower was filled with the sounds of water hitting the shower floor and me and James’ skin contacting as he pounded into me mercilessly.

“What do you think baby, should I cum in you?” James asked, “Yes! Please!” I moaned out, James chuckled and began to slow down his pace. James grunted and I felt him twitch inside of me, soon enough he came inside me and I followed shortly behind him leaving me seeing white.

James slowly brought me down and held onto the side of my arms while I took a second to figure out how to use my legs again. James brought his hand up from my arms and used his thumb to hold my face up, “You’re so beautiful.” he said “So perfect.” he added before leaning down and kissing me.

[nburkhardt]

Somebody Loves You, You Got A Friend.

Hello! This is my abo teenage parents steddie fic I talked about a few times. Wrote it a while ago for myself, never felt quite confident for sharing. But after sharing the few snippets, here’s the start! There’s real no end to it, it’s mostly slice of life with nearly no real plot. (Title is from Spaceship by Andy Grammer)

Some info you should know: it takes place in season 2. Originally wasn’t going to include the upside down but switched it to have it. ANYWAY, enjoy the start! It’s mostly Steve angst and only a hint of Eddie lol.

So, here’s the thing… Steve never keep his secondary gender a secret. In fact, he was quite proud of it. Mostly because it pisses his dad off to no end, and well, pissing off his dad is one of his and his mom’s favorite past time.

With that said he was definitely proud to take after his mom and for being a male omega. He knows it probably pisses more people off than they let on and really, that makes his fucking day.

Sometime around the time he entered high school, his status went sky high. He didn’t mind, though finding true friends was rough. Especially when Tommy and Carol glued themselves to him within a few hours of knowing him. Since he didn’t keep his omega status a secret, they thought he was weaker and needed to be protected. With Tommy being an alpha and Carol a beta, they decided to be best friends. It pissed him off, but at the time he didn’t have many friends. But of course, he’s not weak. He knows how to protect himself and even others.

His life gets flipped upside down, shortly after Nancy Wheeler calls him ‘bullshit’ in a bathroom at a dumb Halloween party.

It’s been months since Will Byers disappeared, thought dead and found alive. Also months since Nancy’s best friend fucking died while sitting at his pool. All while he and Nancy were in bed, they only found out in the next morning at school.

Nancy’s words send him spiraling down immediately, because unlike her, he does or did love her. So in a blind panic, he leaves the room and then the house and straight into the forest behind. Freaking out and sobbing as he went.

He didn’t know how long he was there, all he remembers of the night is panicking and then someone that smells of smoke, rain and freshly cut grass, helps him to his car and on his way. With only a matchbook with a number on it sitting on his passenger seat as who helped him.

In the morning, he gets ready for school, kisses his mom on the cheek and goes on his way. Only pocketing the matchbook as he parks in the school parking lot.

The day is simple only because he avoids Nancy as much as he can and then nearly get his ass handed to him by the new big alpha in town, Billy Hargrove.

“Should plant your feet, pretty boy”

He rolls his eyes, “shove the fuck off, Hargrove”

Billy is about to do another shove, he can’t figure out why to be honest. His scent is currently covered by scent blockers, the one thing his mom told him to take. When he notices Nancy waving him down, so he goes willingly to that danger instead.

It’s nothing but anger from her, it’s rolling off her in her scent even with a blocker, “Why didn’t you pick me up?”

He scruffs, “because I’m apparently bullshit?”

She at least flinches at that. But doesn’t apologize, at least, not the way he’d like. She does try to excuse it all by saying she was drunk and if there is one thing he took to heart from his asshole dad; drunk words are sober thoughts.

The final kicker of the whole conversation: her not saying “I love you” after he pleads her to.

He decides after that, Nancy Wheeler is someone he refuses to be with.

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If you made it this far great!! Because after this the real fun begins 🥳 meaning Eddie is actually there and you get to meet my favorite person, Janet Harrington… Steve’s mom! This was just getting things mostly set up. I hope it doesn’t seem too weird with jumping around or weird phrasing lol.

(Btw, I don’t necessarily keep to everything everyone does in abo fics. I go with whatever I like and easy to work with. So there’s scents, mates, pack easy things. Nothing too explicit either, I’m definitely not confident enough to post smut hahaha.) OH AND IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS AU MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!

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[penvisions]

Darling Dev! 💜 I wish you would write a fic in which…

…while Frankie is the loudest/rowdiest/fidget-y out of the four guys, for whatever reason (stressed? Happy? Drunk? Too much sugar?), and the only way Santi can think of shutting him up is by kissing him

or

…the Triple Frontier guys meets for the first time, way way back

or

…Tim Rockford has a terrible fucking day at work, but it’s all worth it in the end when he meets person X (can be anyone you want)

(Or the Frankie Santi fic one shot you started last year? 😇 if it wants to be written that is!)

ahhhhh, omg bb, these all sound amazing and my mind is buzzing!!

i do have more of that one piece 👀 done but it's fighting me on the last little bit, letting it simmer for now cause i want it to be perfect

i wrote a little something for your first prompt btw hehe

frankie x coworker! reader below

frankie isn't sure why he feels so light, so carefree and happy in this moment, but all he knows is that you're here after a shuffling of feet and muttered words that counted as a good enough invite for you to take him up on it.

he's more than a few beers deep and he's matching benny's energy, arguably the more rambunctious one of their group. shots were just brought to the table and when he reaches for one, your fingers brush against his, nails caressing him like the striking of a match. he's been keeping an eye on you for weeks now, the front desk receptionist at the company he flies for, providing tours of the florida landscape from a bird's eye view. it's good money and the raise he got today will help him tremendously.

so him and his friends are celebrating, his excitement rewarded for bridging the gap and inviting you turned into a high risk, high reward situation as you stick close by his side. eyes lock and your nose scrunches as you lift the small glass and call out 'to frankie's success!'

three voices mirror the sentiment followed by clinking glass.

frankie is about to reach for your empty one to stack it with his for an easier clean up, but yours is already in santi's hands. the other man has been glued to your side like you've been to his. bodies lined up with you in the middle of one side of the circular booth. brothers on the other, close enough but still a friendlier distance than the three of you.

you're focused on santi when benny launches into the retelling of a crazy encounter he had with a gator. frankie was there, he can't help but interject, his laughter hard and his voice loud. rowdy almost, under the influence and riding the high of you being here. he's not showboating, but he feels amazing. especially when you place a small hand on his thigh and lean in close to whisper to him that you enjoy seeing this side of him.

he almost short-circuits, but continues with his own story that will is correcting him on the sequence of events for. he's using his hands to talk, like he tends to do and accidentally raps his knuckles hard on the edge of the table in his attempt to lay it over your hand.

that seems to be the deciding factor, even as he reassures you it's okay. his skin smarts a little, but there's no lasting damage as you pivot to face him, santi's face hovering over your shoulder

"alright, fish is swimming so we're gonna call it a night." will scoots out of the booth and turns a lopsided grin to you between his friends.

"it was really nice meeting you finally, frankie's done nothing but lament that he never had a good reason to ask you to join us. glad he finally found one."

"would love to see you at the event next weekend!" benny waves, following his brother out, they drove together, one pacing to let the other indulge.

frankie's parting with them is loud, face beaming and energy not waning one bit now that the group is members less.

"so you've been talking about me to your friends?" you tease, lips brushing against the side of his face, leaving a bit of the pink that shines on them behind.

"uh, yeah, yes! because i've been so incredibly nervous to talk to you. you're so level headed and handle the customers so well, you look amazing while you do it too! the skirts you wear that flash your legs when you walk or sit, or your shirts that fit like they were painted on you, merde, hermosa, you've been driving me crazy." he's scooted over to the now empty side of the booth, his hands moving as he speaks. you watch with a soft smile on your face, hand reaching for one of his to calm him down some.

he is rather boisterous, drawing the attention of the tables that bracket yours.

"oh shit, i've just gone on and admitted that i watch you at work. you must think i'm such a creep. i swear i don't-"

"hey, hey, frankie, baby, it's okay. i promise." the term slips from your lips easily and it seems to melt him a little, calm his nerves and volley his voice back down into a lower volume. "besides, you aren't the only one with wandering eyes at work."

with a wink, you gently nudge santi to stand so you can get out of the booth. "be right back, but we should close out and go to my place, the crowd here is getting to be a bit much for me."

"santi, did she just-"

"she invited you back to her place, she likes you!" frankie is pulled up by a smiling santi, ushering them up and waving over toward to the bar to let them know they're ready to close out their portions of the tab.

"she's the most amazing, totally in control- you should've seen her in the meeting today! the bosses were all going over expenses and she was listening and like everyone was listening obviously, because it's a fucking meeting and there's nothing to do but stare at each other over the conference table, you know. and she's all collected, taking notes even though most of us are getting absolutely railed about our expenses, like the fuel? honestly, they want to pitch on the fuel for the copters, seriously? and then, they had the nerve to ask me if i need to stay as late as i do on days i don't have tours and just do maintenance. she jumped down that man's throat, defended me to hell and back about how they should be grateful that-"

suddenly, santi turns from where he takes his card back from the fawning server, leans in close and presses his lips to frankie's- effectively shutting up his loud, enthusiastic rambling. god love him, but even santi realizes that there's no other way. frankie's eyes widen, skin tingling where his friend's hand pinches his chin where he gripped him to get him to focus. they haven't done this before, but frankie's body hums at the contact, eyes slipping closed as santi breaks the initial press and does so again, softer this time- not as hard or sudden. there's an intimate feel to the second press of his lips, something unspoken.

"got a lot of love for you, but god you're insufferable when you get onto one of your rambling rants. your main point goes out the fucking window."

"s-sorry." all the words he had in him vanish, his mind trying to bounce back but taking a moment to. santi just smirks down at him, knowing that frankie's eyes have lingered on his lips before. that they've talked about exactly this in roundabout ways. what if scenarios and contact that wasn't just friendly while out on deployment or huddling deep in jungles and windswept open land for warmth and reassurance the other is okay.

"don't be, it's cute."

"he is very cute, isn't he?" you're sauntering up to them, wrapping your arms around frankie's waist and resting your chin on his shoulder to take in the side of his handsome face.

"i didn't- i swear- i invited you out for a good night and here i am kissing my best friend. you must think-" he defends, though he doesn't regret the kiss, his lips glittering and his breath coming a little faster as he works himself up again. giddiness turning to nervousness and worry that you'll never want anything to do with him again.

"baby, it's okay. you haven't ruined anything, i promise." you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, a proper one this time and he quiets up once again. eyes curious and wide, he turns to you fully when you're next words reach his ears. "why don't we all go back to my place and you can find out what we really think of you, hmm?"

without thinking, he cups your face with both hands, fingers spanning almost to the back of your head and musing your loose hair as he kisses you soundly. santi places a hand on both of your backs, his chuckle rumbles over you both as you part.

"think that's a mighty good idea."

"uh, ye-yeah." and he moves easily as you both take one of his arms in yours and guide him out the door.

[ravenwitch45]

Do you mind doing where Crimson has a Imp husband who is also his sugar daddy? (Weird idea ik lol)

Oh my! XP Weird Idea indeed but oddly fitting considering Crimson was kinda struggling finacially, why the wedding plan happened and all. Sure thing! I like writing Crimson being humbled and all.

Crimson with an Imp Husband Sugar Daddy S/O

It just kinda happened after the wedding plan was a bust. He needed money, so he ran into you at some fancy club, noticed several details hinting you were rich (Also had his men to read up on you cause he didn't want to be a sucker again) He offers a deal, you add the condition of him being your sugar baby, which flusters him greatly btw.

He swallows his pride after you explain the situation, though a day later cause he doesn't want to seem too desperate and bam, Crimson has a sugar daddy XP

Your very respectful to him, never treating him like a toy or servant, only asking if he could come over like once a week or sometimes visiting him but you take the no if he refuses, which he rarely does, still trying to treat this like a basic business deal so he's trying his best to fulfill his end.

You find it adorable how he tries so hard to be stonefaced even though he blushes like crazy doing stuff like kisses and cuddles, grumbling a lot. You often politely ask him for affection and stuff, but when he does it unprompted, you get all blushy and tease him on it, having him yell it doesn't mean anything as you kiss him on the cheek.

He's very rigid at first, a lot like Blitz is with Stolas, but after you make it clear you actually want him, and not just a person to fuck, he cools off, for a while it's more friends with benefits then anything, you chat and sometimes kiss and fuck (Which he won't admit he enjoys a lot more then he expected) but neither really consider yourselves truly dating.

You don't want to push him, and He's takes a while with his multisexual awakening, realizing he actually likes you, confessing to you drunk which you find adorable before bringing him to bed so he can sleep before the hangover in the morning, and then you discuss and get on the same page. Him blushing at how happy you seem about it, never really having that really, for good reason but still.

And after that it's a nice domestic relationship for a good while, he's a lot more relaxed with his empire going smooth with your funds added, and going to you as the day winds down to relax, you two going on dates and experimenting with stuff as couples do. You usually just bringing up his sugar baby status to fluster him.

C:Y-Y/N! You know I don't like you calling me that in public...

Y/N: Okay! Hey everybody this is my sexy boyfriend Crimson!

C, pulling his hat down with a blush as you put arm around him:

Y/N: You cute little grump~

C:I hate you...

Eventually one time you casually call him your hubby or husband, and he kinda freezes. He really likes you and the last person who called him that... well she didn't have a great time. And for a while he kinda closes himself off as he rakes his mind over it.

A few weeks after that he treats you to a surprise fancy dinner and proposes. Coming clean his last marriage didn't go well and it was his fault entirely, but he wants to do better with you, more then anything and he'd love if you'd give him that chance.

The hug and kiss he takes as a yes as he slips the ring onto your finger. Hugging and kissing you back, holding you closer then any wealth he's gained through this relationship, loving you with all his heart.

Okay there you go! Know it was more meeting to fiancé then actual hcs on the husbands relationship but this is long enough I feel. I enjoyed this one, never wrote a relationship like this so sorry if it's off, though I'll never get tired of writing Crimson's Queer awakening tbh XP Hope you enjoyed and thanks for sharing!

[oceansarepink]

oh and also: - if youre shitfaced drunk and cant even stand, then its still fine for someone to have sex with you while youre like that, because someone wants you and thats all that matters! deadass she wrote (solo wrote the episode btw) apology tour with that message in mind for stolas and no one cares because the stolas fans saw it as a W he deserved and stolas haters say it as a W he DIDNT deserve while really its an L that the better then blitz guy took advantage of him in such a sloppy intoxicated state.

I forgot these ones. If you’re drunk at a party and get taken advantage of, you’re causing problems on purpose and killing the vibe, you need to be removed.

Thanks Viv!