#it's a very good gym watch i can just turn my brain off and get really excited about everything. like OHHH MY GOD HE WAS A BLUE EYED GIRL

[romanken]

Peaky blinders is just a pretty decent show with a lot of silly dialogue but sometimes... sometimes it really rips

[beenbaanbuun]

cockwarming w/ san

words - wordcount? not round here, partner 🤠

genre - fluff, nsfw

warnings - stressed!reader, dom!san, sub!reader, subspace, guidance, soft!san (both him and his penis), cockwarming, clothed, san manspreading…

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thinking about cockwarming sannie… am i absolutely feral? definitely! ANYWAYS!!!!

you’re sitting on the floor, glasses slipping down your nose as you stare at the documents in front of you

not many of then make sense, but that could just be the tediousness of reading them setting in and slowing down your weary brain

all the words are moulding into one and entire paragraphs are jumbling together as you desperately try and focus

you so desperately want to reach for your phone and give yourself a break

but you remind yourself that you’re just looking for distractions which is really not what you need when you’re struggling to focus anyway

so you start from the top, attempting to read the paper from the beginning

and you don’t get very far when you hear the front door open and your attention once again slips away from the paper

you turn slightly, just enough to see san step into the apartment and take his shoes and coat off

the way his shoulders sink in relaxation is visible and he lets out a long, deep sigh of relief at finally being home

your papers are almost forgotten as you watch him make his way towards the armchair in the corner of the room and take a seat

in fact, as he relaxes, spreading his thighs out until there’s a perfect you-sized gap between them, the papers are the last thing on your mind

“hi, pretty,” he croons as he shuffles to get himself comfy, “good day?”

you nod, mouth going dry at the way his hand naturally falls to rest just inches from his crotch, his pretty fingers flexing a few times before settling against his thigh

his beautiful, thick thigh that is almost fully exposed by those little gym shorts he insists on wearing

you stare at it for a moment or two, noticing the way it flexes slightly against the hem

his honey skin is still slightly shiny from the residual sweat of his evening workout

just the thought of him using his pretty thigh muscles to lift himself up from a squat is enough to send your brain into a dizzy haze

“looks like you’ve been working hard,” he smiles, head dipping to gesture to the pile of forgotten papers on the table, “is that research for your thesis?”

it is, you think to yourself, not that you’d actually learned anything from reading, sorry, trying to read any of it

“yeah,” you answer him, “but it’s all so boring than i can barely even look at it without wanting to die. i’ve been at it for hours and i can’t tell you a single thing i’ve read.”

there’s a pout on your face as you mumble out your complaints; you’re adorable when you’re all moody like this

“learning isn’t linear, baby,” he chuckles, “the fact that nothing’s sticking in that little brain of yours probably my just means you need a break.”

“i’d love a break,” you admit, “but i’d also love to get through this pile of research by the time we go to bed, so…”

“so… take a break and go back to it later,” san shrugs, “not like all that paper is suddenly going to grow legs and run away, right?”

you scoff at his sarcasm and the smug look on his face, but you know he’s right; you probably should take a break…

“but i know if i take a break i won’t want to do it anymore,” you say, although the excuse sounds weak even to you

“then do it tomorrow; it’s not like it needs to be done tonight, honey,” and he’s right, so you nod, and he smiles

but the feeling of stress doesn’t go away as you pile up the sheets of paper in the centre of the coffee table

and it doesn’t go away as you save your thesis draft and close the lid to your laptop

your shoulders are still very stiff, and your head is still feeling weary from just how hard you’d been trying to focus

even when you slip your glasses off, a physical weight lifting from your face, your brain doesn’t slow down

it just doesn’t let you settle like you and san so badly want you to

he watches you fidget with your surroundings, eyes flicking to the pile of papers every so often whilst your fingers drum against the table restlessly

he sighs; clearly you’re going to need some help with this

“baby,” he says softly; you look at him and all he can see is stress written across your features, “do you want me to help you relax?”

your eyes flick over to him, still manspreading in the chair and looking the the picture of masculinity itself

you know it wouldn’t take long for him to silence your brain; not when he already has your brain feeling a little on the foggy side

you nod, mumbling out a small ‘please’ that he can barely hear

“come here then, baby,” he pats the inside of his thigh with his palm, the sound ringing around the room, “come sit with me, yeah?”

it takes a second for you to register what he’s asking you to do, but when it finally does, you feel your breath hitch in your throat

he hasn’t closed his legs for you to sit on, and the hand that rests on his thigh doesn’t shift to make space for you

why would it when there’s already a you-shaped space between his thighs?

you watch as he reaches behind him to grab the cushion from the chair, pulling it out and placing it on the floor between his feet

you cant stop the soft whimper that leaves your throat

“come on, pretty thing,” he coos, “you know it’ll help you.”

and you do know that, you really do

it’s exactly the push you know you need to take your mind off of everything, and holy fuck do you want it

so you shuffle towards him on your knees, inching closer and closer to that spot that seemed to be just made for you

he smiles at you as he watches you settle in on the cushion, the plush material taking the pressure of the cold, hard floorboards off of your delicate knees

you shuffle around a little, trying to get comfy before looking up at him, wide eyes looking into his own

and he can’t help but brush a hand across your cheek, chucking as you lean into his gentle touch

“my precious girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, running a thumb over you cheekbone, “working so hard; you’re so good, aren’t you?”

he shifts his hand until two of his fingers press against your lips

you separate them to allow his digits inside of the warm, wet cavern; he can’t help but fill with pride when he sees just how good you’re being

the tips of his fingers slide to the back of your tongue, caressing it slightly until he feels your throat constrict around them

he pulls them back slightly, instead pushing them down on the centre of your tongue to make your drool puddle up around them

“just let yourself stop thinking, okay?” he says as he plays with your tongue, “you’re too stressed, baby, and it’s not good for you.”

he caresses your wet muscle with his fingertips; you let your eyes flutter closed at the sensation

“turn your brain off for me,” his voice is soft as he talks you down into an all-too-familiar headspace, “be good for your big boy, hm? let me take care of you.”

and with the combination of your position between his legs, the fingers in your mouth, and his pretty words, you find it so incredibly easy to just… slip away

any thought of your thesis is gone and replaced with san

the worries about finishing on time, and the concerns about the reading you don’t quite understand; san

everything is just… san

you let out a small sound as you push your head down onto his hand, taking more of his fingers into your mouth

the weight of them on your tongue was nice, you decide, but not quite enough

they don’t quite hold the warmth and heaviness that your tongue is craving

it’s not quite enough to completely ground you like you know you need

“you want more?” he always has been so good at reading you; you nod around his fingers, “want your big boy’s cock in your mouth?”

you moan at the thought, desperately moving your head up and down to tell him yes

“does my precious girl want to warm her big boy up? is that it?” yes, yes, a million times yes, “want to wrap your pretty lips around me while you relax, hm?”

he chuckles when you pull off of his fingers and sit there looking at him through your lashes with a slack jaw

so pretty, he thinks when you stick your tongue out and blink up at him through those fluttery lashes of yours

pretty enough that you have him wrapped around your pinky finger

he really would do anything to make you happy, and it seems that what would make you happy right now is him in your mouth

so he wastes no time in reaching for his waistband and pushing it down his thighs to reveal his soft cock

he takes it in hand and holds it out for you, waiting patiently as you lean forwards to press a kiss to his pretty pink tip

“no teasing, baby,” he taps the blunt head against your lips, “open for me. warm me up like a good girl.”

his voice is smooth and buttery, and it makes you want to listen

you open you maw, rolling your tongue over your bottom lip and waiting for him to feed himself into your mouth

there’s a hand at the back of your head as his tip makes contact with the pink muscle

the hand pets your hair softly as it guides you onto the cock, pushing you further and further down until your mouth is stuffed almost completely full

“breathe through your nose, baby,” san instructs you as he pushes the tip of his cock to the back of your tongue, “come on, pretty girl; i know you know how.”

you don’t need the reminder, having done this plenty of times before, but you still like the guidance he gives you in that low cadence

you like his voice, and the way he tells you what to do because he knows just how much you don’t want to think right now

you close your eyes as you feel your nose brush against the smooth, sticky skin of his lower stomach

his freshly shaved pubes prickle you, but that’s the least of your concerns when your senses are just overloaded by the comfort of your boyfriend

the smell of his cologne mixed with his natural musk settles in your nostrils filling you to the brim with the familiar scent of home

and the way he sits in your mouth, hot and heavy and full makes you melt against his muscular thigh like it’s your own personal pillow

his hand on your head threads its fingers through your roots, fingernails scraping against your scalp in the most comforting way imaginable

a deep sigh leaves your mouth; one of relaxation and contentment

san hears it and feels his body ease into the chair

“good girl,” he hums, “so good for me.”

[apocalypseornaw]

Stretch it Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

When you need help stretching it takes an interesting turn

Warnings: Cursing, NSFW things

One of the many empty rooms in the bunker had been turned into an exercise area of sorts. It'd started off as Sam's brain child for mornings he couldn't go for a run, he'd found a cheap enough treadmill and tossed it in the room. Next came the weight bench, the punching bags and eventually the mats that were used for a mixture from sparring to yoga. It had gotten turned into a pretty decent home gym.

You were alone in the room, Dean had gone on a store run and Sam was in the shower. After the last hunt you'd gotten slammed around pretty good, Cas had healed what he could but turns out even angel mojo couldn't help tight hips. You were trying your best to get them to pop because that was what you desperately needed.

You'd gotten into boxing with Donna and knew what stretches would help, the problem was you needed assistance with it and didn't want to have to drive to Sioux Falls just to get it. You could ask Sam for help but given the position the stretches would put you in, you felt weird asking your best friend to do so and the thought of asking Dean embarrassed you bad enough you'd rather go a few rounds with a rugaru then attempt it.

You finally gave up about the time you heard Dean's voice echo down the hall "Honey I'm home" you laughed as you slipped your feet into the slides you wore around the bunker and headed for the kitchen where he was unloading groceries "I'm assuming that honey I'm home was for me or else things are really weird between you and Sam"

He stopped mid putting milk in the fridge "Sweetheart" the tone of his voice made you crack up "I'm kidding Dean. I'm kidding" he put the milk in the fridge then turned to face you, eyeing your clothes "What's with the active wear?" You looked down at yourself because you were just wearing high-waisted leggings and an old t-shirt you'd cropped off a bit because it'd been way too long to use any of the weights or punching bag while wearing.

"I was stretching out. My hips still aren't feeling quite up to par" he nodded slowly "Did you get them popped or whatever you said they needed?" You shook your head "I can't get into the positions I need to by myself" "Sam couldn't help?" He asked as you grabbed a bag and started putting its contents away.

You shook your head but didn't further elaborate. The two of you had everything put away within a few minutes. You grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started to walk out the kitchen when Dean stopped you "Hey, let me throw on some sweats and I'll help you stretch"

You knew your eyes widened at that because he chuckled "Oh don't think I can help with stuff like that? I'm only good for the punchy stuff?" You shook your head "No Dean it's not that.." he cut you off "Good. Meet me in the gym in five" "Ok" you finally replied knowing arguing was no use.

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About the time Dean walked out the kitchen Sam walked in with his hair still wet from the shower "I should throw this damn water at you for not being five minutes faster" Sam was not ignorant to your feelings for his older brother but had guarded your secret for a while. He grinned slightly "And why is that?"

You groaned "Dean's gonna help me stretch out my hips" in that moment Sam very much looked like he may just chew his bottom lip off in an attempt to not laugh in your face at your dismay. "Oh go ahead!" You finally said and he nearly doubled over "Does he know the positioning of those stretches?" You shook your head and that only made him laugh harder.

He finally regained his composure enough to check his watch "I'm gonna go into town to the farmers market. I'll get some of those apples you like and I'll be gone for a couple hours" "Why?" You questioned but he just patted your shoulder on the way by.

"SAMUEL?" You hollered behind him but only heard his laughter in return. Dean walked up behind you and nearly made you scream when he said "What was that about?" You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled slightly "He's going to the farmers market and refused to get me apples" "You know he will" he replied then tapped your hip "C'mon"

You stood across from Dean nervously chewing on your bottom lip. You both had warmed up enough already so you had no excuse but christ you were freaking out internally. "Ok sweetheart, where do we start?" He asked with a smile that caused your heart to jump "Um Ok. I'm gonna lay down on the mat and I need you to stand over me and I'll bend one knee then fold it over the hip on my opposite side I just need you to apply enough counter pressure"

He raised one eyebrow but nodded nonetheless "Well get into position and I'll do my job" you laid down flat on your back and swallowed hard looking up at him before bending your knee on the left side and tucking it over your right hip. He smirked slightly then leaned over "Just apply pressure until i say stop. I can handle it" he nodded "Oh I know"

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You tried that stretch on both hips hoping it would work because it was the position that gave the most room between you and Dean even if just from that position alone you were having to stare at the roof to not be staring into those green eyes that made you forget any and all thoughts. You finally rolled up into a seated position, Dean was sitting across from you on his knees "What now?"

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you damn near stuttered "H-How much do you want to help me?" He watched you for a moment "I want to make sure you're not hurting. Now what do I need to do?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna lay back, I need you to kneel between my legs and put one of my legs on your shoulder then just push it down towards my shoulder applying even pressure until either it loosens up or I say stop"

He motioned towards the mat "Let's do it" good lord could he have picked a worse way to say it? You laid down and when he moved closer you felt your face begin to warm so you bit down on the inside of your cheek as a distraction In hopes it would get get your mind off the position at hand.

However nothing on earth could have distracted from from him gripping your hips firmly to pull you down the mat closer to him, spreading your legs slightly. A small gasp escaped you when your hips bumped into his then he turned just enough to gently grab your left leg and lift it onto his shoulder "Like this sweetheart?"

You knew your voice wouldn't work at the moment so you just nodded.

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There was a mantra going through Dean's head which consisted of three words....don't get hard. Damn why hadn't he just stayed in his jeans? That would've offered a thicker layer between your bodies but he hadn't realized how close the stretching required you to be besides the denim probably would've been uncomfortable to you considering you were just wearing thin leggings.

The first stretch hadn't been that bad but he noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes while he was standing over you. Sam's words from a few days before when he'd been certain you were flirting with the bartender at some backwoods dive the three of you had stopped in ran through his head "Believe me Dean, she could give a damn less about that guy"

Then when you stuttered asking him to do this current position? Maybe he did have a chance. He had to stop a smirk from slipping onto his face when you gasped lightly from him pulling you closer and pulling your leg up on his shoulder. Not like he hadn't imagined you like this a thousand times before....of course then you weren't dressed or in the gym or just stretching.

When you finally looked up to meet his eyes he smiled "like this sweetheart?" And noticed just how wide your eyes were when you nodded.

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Your knee was nearly touching your shoulder when you felt the release in your hip and a moan that completely mortified you escaped your lips at the feeling. Dean froze dead in his tracks, your leg still on his shoulder and cut his eyes at you with one eyebrow raised "What was that?"

You covered your face with your hands "I am so sorry Dean. That just felt so damn good" he gently lowered your left leg and you expected him to walk out the room due to the awkwardness but instead he moved to the right side and lifted your leg onto his shoulder "Look at me and I'll see if i can get you to moan again from this side" he teased.

You slowly lowered your hands and he winked at you "Attagirl. We're both adults here no shame in something feeling good besides maybe it boosts my ego knowing you moaned like that and I was technically the cause of it...I mean I've heard some of your excuses for dates in the past..."

"Shut up Dean!" You laughed but he started to push your leg towards your shoulder and damn him he'd been paying attention to the last leg and knew just what angle to use because you quickly felt the release in that side and the fucking moan you let slip out was borderline pornagraphic.

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He spoke your name gently and you looked up at him. He was watching you carefully "You good?" You smiled "I'm great" you shifted your hips as much as you could considering one of them was still on his shoulder but froze when you felt something against your inner thigh "Um Dean?"

"Huh?" He asked then must have realized his body had reacted. "Oh fuck darling. I am so damn sorry" he put your leg down quickly and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand "Wait" he wouldn't meet your eyes "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just you're a beautiful woman, the position we were in...." he groaned lightly before adding "and the noises you were making under me"

"Dean" you tried again and when he finally met your eyes you reached for his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss took Dean off guard. He'd expected you to be pissed at him, hell possibly swing but the shock quickly wore off as he shifted around to push your back down against the mat. You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him down with you. He groaned into the kiss when you rolled your hips up to meet his.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you. You were laying under him, eyes wide and pupils blown. Your chest was heaving just slightly and a smile was playing at your lips "Sweetheart what are we doing here?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced down at where your bodies were pressed against each other, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating you "I thought it was kind of clear Dean"

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He laughed lightly then leaned down again catching your lips with his once more. He felt your hands slip under his shirt, an unspoken request for more access to him. He pulled back just enough to slip the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere behind him. He smiled when he saw your hands go towards the hem of your shirt and covered them with his own. He glanced up at you for permission and you nodded so he slipped the shirt over your head and tossed it leaving you in just your leggings and sports bra.

"Come here" you whispered pulling him back down to you. He moved from your lips down to your neck biting and sucking the skin, enjoying what sounds he could pull from you. When he kissed down your chest he felt your breathing speed up as he nipped at your breast through the cloth still covering it. "Fuck Dean" you moaned and he could've came then and there from hearing his name come out of you like that. "Let me enjoy this" he teased before pulling the bra off of you.

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The moment your chest was completely bared to him Dean leaned down flicking one of your nipples into his mouth with his tongue while his hand worked the other. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the pleasure you were feeling when he'd barely touched you was dizzying.

He moved from your chest, kissing down your stomach and stopping just shy of the top of your leggings. He glanced up at you through his long lashes and you felt a rush of heat go straight to your core "Can I?" You nodded, lifting your hips to help him get the leggings off.

"Damn baby you're already soaked" he cooed slipping one finger inside of you causing a light gasp to slip free of your lips. He smiled wickedly then added another finger, basking in the way you moaned his name "I wanna see what you look like when you come" he spoke curling his fingers inside of you until he found that spot that made your eyes roll back. When your back arched up off the mat he chuckled "There it is"

He crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss while he worked you over that edge, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You could feel the tension building in your lower stomach and barely got out the words "Dean I'm gonna.." before it snapped pushing you over that edge and causing your vision to go soft around the edges.

"Soo damn sexy" he whispered moving back down your body. You'd barely had any time to recover before his head was moving between your legs, you felt the first tentative lick and moaned his name loudly which spurred his actions one.

The way his mouth felt on your body had every damn nerve ending on fire. You could feel that tension building again already. You'd never come this close together but the moment his lips locked around your clit sucking roughly you were pushed over that edge yet again. He stayed working you over until you pushed at his shoulders weakly "Too much. Too much"

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He rocked back on his heels, wiping a thumb across his lower lip before sucking on it "Fuck you taste as good as you look" you smiled lazily "Normally I'd love to return the favor and I promise to next time but please will you take off your pants and fuck me?"

"Next time huh?" He asked as he pushed his pants down his hips along with his boxers then kicked them off. You'd always figured Dean was well endowed. Awkward moments with hotel showers had happened but damn he was big and thick. You licked your lips and he grinned running a hand across his cock "Like what ya see sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes "Would like it better if it was inside me" He smirked "Well who am I to keep a lady waiting" he gripped your hips, snatching you closer to him much the way he had earlier. You could feel the head of his cock teasing your opening and could feel yourself clenching around air in anticipation "Are you sure?" He asked and you nearly whined in frustration "Please?"

He nodded as he pushed into you causing a moan to be pulled from you both once he was fully sheathed he held still to let you adjust to him. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue flicking against yours allowing you to taste yourself on him. Once the pain of the stretch faded to pressure you moved your hips against his to let him know he could move.

He started to roll his hips into yours causing your back to arch up off the mat with every movement "Fuck Dean, you feel so fucking good" you praised and that seemed to spur his movements. He changed his angle just slightly and when the head of his cock rubbed across that certain spot you could vaguely register your nails digging into his shoulders "Right there baby, please don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he teased. It felt amazing but you knew you both needed a little more "You can fuck me harder Dean. I won't break" you moaned and he leaned his forehead over in the crook of your neck as his thrusts got somehow even deeper and harder. You could feel that tension building again and knew he could feel you clenching harder around him "Go ahead sweetheart. Come for me" He spoke into your skin, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. You came for the third time with a scream of his name on your lips.

Once you came down from the high slightly you could feel his thrusts begin to falter. You turned your attention to him fully, kissing across his jaw and down his neck as you said "Let me feel you come Dean, please. Fill me up baby" his jaw clenched tightly at your words as his thrusts sped up chasing his own release.

He buried himself inside you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming inside of you managed to push you over that edge for the fourth time.

He collapsed on top of you, supporting most of his body weight on your lower half so you could breath. "God damn sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad Sam didn't help you stretch" You popped his shoulder "Don't be an ass Dean"

After a moment of you both simply catching your breath he leaned up to be able to look at your face "On a serious note I don't want this to be a one time thing and not just this...I um want us to try to this I mean if you want" you laughed lightly causing him to groan considering he was still inside of you "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after nearly fucking me stupid in the bunkers home gym?"

He nodded "Yeah?" You pulled him into a kiss before saying "On the condition that you help me make it to the shower before Sam gets back because my legs have no feeling in them after coming that much" you could see the moment the smug smirk began to pull at his face "Oh really?" You rolled your eyes and started to say something back but he chose then to pull out of you which caused another gasp to leave you.

"I can manage to help my girl shower" he added with a wink.

"How's your hips feel?" Dean asked after you both had showered and you were laying in his bed with his arms around you. You laughed "They feel absolutely amazing"

He leaned down to kiss you but right before your lips touched you heard Sam holler "IN THE GYM? REALLY. YOU TWO ARE ANIMALS!"

Dean smirked at you "Any complaints?" "None at all" you replied pulling him into you for the kiss.

[mingtinys]

gym partner lee chan

pairing : lee chan x gn!reader

fluff , humor , headcanon

warnings : mentions of food

word count : 0.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : gym dino has been on my brain for the past few days and i needed to write something

gym partner chan who asks you to hold his feet for situps just so he can kiss you between reps. then will expect the same when it's your turn. he calls them fuel for the next rep. who absolutely will spend 80% of the workout just chatting with you if you let him. and you do, because his voice is one of your favorite sounds and it makes the time breeze by.

gym partner chan who forgets to bring his own energy drink and ends up downing 60% of yours. despite you only offering a few sips. who is an absolute monster when it comes to lifting but nearly passes out three minutes into the stair climber. griping on and on about how the days you choose the workouts are pure torture. though, you've been known to say the same about his insane arm circuits. so putting in each other's least favorite workouts has become a vicious cycle of payback for the previous week.

gym partner chan who once dropped a weight on his foot because he was too busy staring at you in the mirror. having accidentally zoned out mid-set because he gets so mesmerized watching you. entranced by how your skin glistens when sweaty and your athletic wear clings to your body. so caught up in his daydream of kissing you the weight slips from his hand and bam. 25 pounds straight to the foot.

gym partner chan who purposely takes his shirt off to benchpress to show off his chest and arms, hoping you'll stare. and then teases you relentlessly for oggling at said chest and arms. even though it's totally just because you're spotting him. where else are you supposed to look!? gym etiquette and his safety are your number one priorities. it's not your fault his muscles just happen to be right there in full view. and you're certainly not one to complain about what others choose to (or not to) wear in the gym. really. it's totally innocent.

gym partner chan who has learned your limits. he knows exactly when to push you to work harder and when to make you take breaks. always so gentle and encouraging. reminding you to drink water and that you're doing well. who takes his job as your number-one hype man very seriously. never missing a beat when it comes to cheering you on. or commenting on how hot you look. who at times can be a stickler about technique. but only because he doesn't want you to injure yourself.

gym partner chan who likes to cling to you throughout the session no matter how much you complain about not needing his excess body heat when you're already sweaty. he takes immense joy in sneaking up behind you and pulling you into a back hug. lifting you up and spinning you around just to show he can. who, unprompted, will massage your sore muscles if you look particularly tense (only to turn around and ask you to get a knot in his back). any reason he can find to be touching you, he will.

gym partner chan who is incredibly tentative when you're having an off day. he will stop what he's doing in a heartbeat if he sees you getting frustrated or overwhelmed. because he knows you've set high expectations for yourself, but some days it's okay to take it easy. who lifts your chin and makes you look in his eyes while he tells you how amazing you are with a sweet voice. then makes you repeat it back to him for good measure. who cooks a post-workout meal with you, ensuring you eat well after working so hard.

gym partner chan who cherishes your post-workout naps together on the couch. the ones where he gets to let his body relax in the comfort of your presence. utterly exhausted, but in the best way possible. feeling both accomplished and deserving of the rest. his arms tightly wrap around your waist as he clumsily pulls you to lay on top of him. the ache in his muscles melting away with the warmth of your body against his. your gentle kisses against his jaw ease him to sleep. all the while knowing that there is simply no better feeling than moments like these.

taglist: @dontwannaexsist

[star-stilinski]

part one here!

you adjust the strap of your prom dress as you frown in the mirror. your hair is a bit of a mess and your makeup is worse, and you’re hearing jake say those things all over again.

maybe stiles was acting out of pity.

you’re currently standing in the girls bathroom of a local 24/7 diner, something tucked away that stiles found when he pulled you along into his jeep. he had been chatty on the drive there, asking you stuff he already knew. stuff he knew you liked talking about. stuff that would take your mind off of the night. anything, really.

and after the best fries you’d ever had (and a milkshake to share, because he wanted to be corny), you had both gone into the separate bathrooms.

and you realized what a wreck you were.

from the making out with jake (which… was not very fun), to the crying in the hallway, you had pretty much ruined your prom night glamor. that’s okay, it’s just stiles.

then again. it’s stiles. you want him to look at you again the way he did in the hall. for a second, you had felt like every word he said was true, that you really were a pretty girl and guys did want you. that he wants you.

too bad mirrors exist.

you do your best to fix your hair and wipe away your mascara, giving up quickly once you realize you’ll have to end the night looking like this. stiles is leaning against the wall when you come out, and he straightens quickly when he sees you.

“hey, you’re not tired, are you?” he hums enthusiastically. you hesitate in the bathroom doorway, put off by his energy. 

“I mean, not really. why? where are we going?” you step forward and his arm slings over your shoulders to guide you. he’s got a crooked smile (which only means bad news, historical precedent suggests), and he’s jangling his car keys with his free hand as he leads you both out of the diner.

“you wanna go back to mine? my dad has this great whiskey-do you like whiskey? he’s got wine, too. and he’s out at work tonight, so we can have a drink and I can finally force you to watch the prequels-“

“oh my god, I am not watching a nerd movie after almost getting pressured into sex! that sounds like a redditor’s dream, stiles.” you groan, throwing your head back. you’ve seen star wars. it’s good. changed cinema, yadda yadda. but not the mood you’re in tonight.

he opens the passenger door to the jeep for you and leans against it, watching you clamber in with a sappy look in his eyes. you don’t catch it.

“you’d like the prequels. girls love anakin skywalker. plus, it’s a wicked love story! makes me cry every time.” he’s got his cheek pressed to the side of the door as he argues casually, watching as you buckle yourself in. you turn back to him with a frown, which only makes his smile wider.

“we’re watching 13 going on 30. now get in and turn on the ac, this dress is trapping my body heat.”

stiles tosses his head back in a sort of disappointment at the film choice as he shuts your door, making his way to the drivers seat quickly. “just so you know, we’re gonna watch the prequels at some point. even if I have to tie you to a chair with your eyes glued open.”

“drive the car, stilinski.”

☆

you’re given a t-shirt and some gym shorts from stiles and guided into the bathroom (which he hastily tidied up before letting you in), shown how to operate the shower, and left alone.

another dimly lit bathroom, another mirror. you look at it and sigh at yourself, right before being interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

“hey, uh, I totally forgot to ask if you needed help unzipping your dress. do you… can you get it, or should I?” stiles asks quietly through the door. you attempt to reach the zipper on your back to no avail and surrender to his request.

he opens the door slowly at your “yeah, come in,” and you watch him step in behind you through the mirror.

“thanks," you mumble as he unzips your dress carefully. he doesn't respond, but that's not really registering in your brain as his knuckles drag slowly across your bare skin.

"did you know you have a mole right here?" he hums, pressing his finger to your shoulder blade. you didn't, and it makes you hot in the face knowing that stiles noticed.

"uhm, no. is it weird looking?"

"it's..." he looks into the mirror, making eye contact with you.  "beautiful."

you stare at each other for a moment, cheeks growing pinker, before he clears his throat. "that should do it. th-the zipper, i mean."

he leaves after that, letting you stew in whatever he was implying. you shrug your dress off and take a short shower, managing to scrub the most of your ruined makeup off as you do. when you dry off and step into stiles' clothes, his scent envelops you like a hug. you tuck your face into the t-shirt and breathe in.

stiles is sitting on the couch when you step into the living room, getting 13 going on 30 set up. you're surprised at how little he's complained. when you sit next to him, he scoots closer and grabs a blanket off the end of the couch to drape over you both.

his hair is damp from his own shower in his dad's bathroom and he's wearing blue sweats and a Back To The Future t-shirt. it doesn't match and it's kinda dorky. very stiles.

"was your shower okay?" he hums, not looking away from the tv as he searches on netflix for the movie. you watch him instead, admiring the way the dim lighting makes his jaw more defined.

"yeah. i saw your 3-in-one. i didn't know people actually used those."

he narrows his eyes and does a double take at you. the first time he looks, it's a defensive glare. the second, his face has gone all soft and he's looking at your attire. "it's... it's for emergencies."

you laugh at his response, leaning into him. "then where's your actual shampoo and conditioner?"

he's a blushing mess, eyes caught on his t-shirt you're wearing. he's barely responsive. "it... i have to hide it, every time scott comes over he uses so much and it's expensive!"

you shake your head and roll your eyes at stiles, shifting on the couch. he continues to stare at you.

"are you even real?" he mumbles, the tv long forgotten as he traces the lines of your features with his gaze. you blink up at him, laughing nervously.

"i mean, i think so. why? is there a clone of me walking around?"

somehow, this makes his face even sappier. his eyebrows are upturned and his lips part and he leans in. your heart flutters. "that's probably the nerdiest thing you've ever said."

you swallow, nervous and excited by his proximity. maybe he'll kiss you again.

maybe more.

instead, stiles tucks some of your hair behind your ear, tracing your jawline with his fingertips. he finishes at your chin and thumbs at your bottom lip, parting your lips. or do you do that last part? you can't tell if he's controlling your body or if you are. and either way, you can't find it in yourself to care.

you lean in this time, and stiles meets you halfway, kissing you gently on his couch. it's like something from one of your many extensive daydreams. the kiss is longer this time, and when he cups your cheek, he pulls you in and guides your mouth open, pressing his tongue into you.

it's nothing like jake. jake kissed like he wanted to feel good, like you were a means to an end. he kissed like he was just kissing someone.

stiles kisses like you're made of starlight. it's slow and sensual, his hands are soft when he guides you to lay back against the couch. he holds you like you're the only girl in the world he wants to do this with, like he's kissing you and not just kissing someone.

so when he pulls back, it's more of a disappointment than anything.

"what are you doing?" you whisper when you realize it was more than just catching his breath. he's looking at you differently than before, like he's analyzing.

"we should stop." he deadpans, clenching his jaw.

you deflate like a balloon. oh. you had kinda maybe sorta got your hopes up, thinking that stiles wanted you in every way. maybe he changed his mind about you. maybe he-

"don't get me wrong, there's nothing more in the world i want to do than make you feel as beautiful as you really are." stiles' tone shifts to one filled with feeling as he tries to explain himself, still leaning over you. "but... not here. and not now."

he sits up and pulls you up after him, snaking his arms around your waist to hold you close. "i mean, you almost just got pressured into something really bad. that's gotta be leaving a weird mark on your psyche. and i couldn't live with myself if i knew that anything we did together would be tainted with memories of that... useless waste of space."

stiles rubs your sides soothingly and pulls you back just enough to look at you. you know you must be frowning or pouting or something pathetic, but he just smiles sadly at you. "plus, i don't want you to be tired. or trying to block out the night. and i don't want to do anything at all on this couch, honestly. there's probably a decade old bag of cheeto's in here. not the most romantic spot."

you laugh breathily and look down, toying with the hem of his shirt. you see his adams apple bob in your peripherals. "i just... i think it would be better for you to just chill tonight, okay? maybe in like a week or two, or after i've taken you on a few proper dates. is that okay with you?"

you screw your features up in thought. honestly, you'd never thought stiles would turn down sex. he just didn't seem the type. and kissing him made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

but you did agree that it was probably best to just pump the breaks. you wanted your first everything with stiles to be farther away from the trainwreck prom turned out to be, and cuddling up with a movie and a drink sounded good enough to get your mind off of things without making any mistakes. so you let stiles be right, just this once, and nod.

"okay, yeah, that sounds good." you hum, looking back up at him. he nods along with you, eyebrows rising slowly like he's surprised you took it so well.

"okay. perfect. now, let's watch this stupid movie." his tone holds no bite and he smiles teasingly, leaving room to let you lighten the mood. you take the chance, rolling your eyes at him and laughing softly, shoving his arm. he laughs along with you and pulls you against him on the couch. once you're both comfortable and cuddled, he grabs the remote and presses play.

you fall asleep too soon to see all the best parts, but stiles keeps it on as he strokes your head, turning the volume down enough to keep from disturbing you as you breathe softly against him.

[kitashousewife]

sakusa doesn’t mind errands.

it makes him feel a little more accomplished, crossing things off of the to-do list. big or small, it gives him a chance to get out and enjoy himself, maybe even indulge on something new.

today is a day he would consider almost perfect. he’s grocery shopping through what feels like an empty store, listening to music while he weaves through the isles. this is his last stop of the morning, after the post office and the gym, and he’s ready to go home.

sakusa slows his cart to a stop when he reaches the last isle, eyes skimming the shelves for some fabric softener before he can head home.

a tap on his shoulder makes him just about shout in the store, the physical feeling of a record scratch makes his body jolt.

“e-excuse me?”

“yes?”

“h-hi,” you pull your hand away slowly, staring up at him with a rather nervous look on your face.

“hello.”

“sorry, i just,” you sigh, turning back to the shelves again. “what fabric softener do you recommend?”

at first, sakusa thinks you’re kidding. he tries to think if he’s ever been asked that in his life.

ever since his career took off, he’s had people stop him for numerous things. photos, autographs, cheap excuses at getting a few flirty comments in, you name it. this is a new one.

“u-uh, i guess it depends on what you’re looking for.”

you hum and nod, eyes still fixed on the bottles in front of you.

“something that smells good and leaves my clothes feeling soft i guess, but not something cheap and perfume-y, you know?”

sakusa absolutely does know, having gone through this same thing. he reaches forward, grabbing a familiar bottle and holding it out for you.

“this one’s good, not too expensive but still has a good smell.”

you turn to the stranger, only now realizing who you’re talking to. you’ve seen his photos, his instagram, and you’ve watched a handful of his games. your eyes widen for a second, but you give him a smile.

“thanks! ill try it out. i trust you,” you place the bottle in your basket and wrack your brain for something else to say.

“you’re welcome,” he mumbles, grabbing a bottle of his own. you’re about to walk away when he decides to speak up. “i hate having to find new products like this, so i’m happy to help.”

you smile wide, turning to face him again with a relieved expression. “right! it’s like as soon as you start to use something regularly, it completely stops working!”

he gives you a small smile and nods.

“i had the same thing with the bathroom cleaner i was using a couple weeks ago. i still haven’t found a replacement.”

sakusa is not one for small talk. he thinks it’s a waste of time, and something that typically makes him uncomfortable. but for some reason, here he is, blabbing about different cleaning products to some stranger.

a very pretty one at that.

“let me return the favor,” you spin around to the shelves behind the two of you, searching for something while a pop hit plays faintly in the background. you grab a spray bottle and hand it towards him. “this one’s great. one of the few things that hasn’t failed me in a while.”

sakusa smiles, and he can feel his cheeks turning pink. this feels so unfamiliar yet natural at the same time, and he’s having trouble keeping up.

“thank you,” he looks back at his cart for a second, suddenly feeling a little more shy than before. you sense this and give him a small wave.

“i hope you enjoy it! and thanks again for the help. i can now wash my clothes in peace.”

he nods and gives a small wave in response. you begin to walk away, and sakusa feels his heart beginning to race. he debates between following you and walking the other direction for a moment or two.

“w-wait,” he reaches towards you, but you’re just a bit too far. thankfully you stop, and sakusa feels relieved. “could i get your number?”

stunned with his new-found outgoing behaviors, he almost doesn’t hear you when you agree, only registering what’s going on when you hand him your phone. he takes it carefully, inputting his number quickly and handing it back to you with rosy cheeks.

he goes home that day with a giddy feeling in his tummy, hoping you text him back. when his phone buzzes later that evening with a photo of your folded laundry and a thank you, he feels a bit more confident and thankful for stepping out of his comfort zone.

[sluttyminghao]

Hii 💗 thoughts about mutual masturbation with Joshua

i think this is something that doesn't necessarily happen often, but when it does, it's the hottest thing your brain could possibly think of. joshua in my opinion is such a sweet and reserved person, but behind closed doors I think he just needs a little extra push to be dominant or want to do things with you.

when joshua is very stressed, he would either take his anger out in the gym or on you (in a good way aka fucking you), but sometimes he's just too exhausted to do anything, so he tries to find a solution that works for both of you.

he's aching in his shorts, the tip of his cock peeking out from the waistband to indicate how hard he really is. without a second thought, he's shimmying his shorts off and wrapping a hand around himself, pumping at a steady pace.

you're watching him through hooded eyes, the sight alone has your stomach warming up. the sight alone has your own hand wandering down the waistband of your pants and into your panties. he turns his head slightly to gaze at you, a whine escaping his lips at you practically mirroring his actions.

he doesnt know how much longer he can keep this up, he can feel the coil inside of him beginning to tighten and he can't stop looking at you; head rolled back in pleasure while your fingers work their magic inside the waistband.

"shua, i need to cum, will you cum with me?" your voice is strained and breathy, and all he can do is simply nod because he doesn't trust his voice. he watches you like a hawk, managing to time his orgasm with yours in the hottest way possible.

he has cum dripping from his fingers and on his thighs, which you waste no time in cleaning up with your mouth. the act has his cock twitching and getting hard again, but that's no problem for you as you lower your mouth onto his tip to make him cum again.

[prodbyton]

thoughts on your Sohee thoughts anon back again 😊

i've returned to further discuss Mr. Lee Sohee's perv tendencies, but i wanna talk about the first time he ever did it. it all started be he saw some random tweet about how panty sniffing is actually very okay and normal and totally not pervy. he didn't pay much mind to it and went on with his life. that was until it was his turn to do y'all's laundry.

he ends up dropping a pair of your panties and as he picks them his mind wanders back to that tweet. immediately there's an angel (no! sniffing panties is weird! don't do it!) and a devil (just do it! no one will know! foreshadowing :D) on either of his shoulders. since our sweet Sohee is so easily influenced (even by his own pervy little mind), he "hesitantly" brings them up to his nose and breathes in. the scent goes straight to his dick and he gets red in the face so quickly. it's just so good that he smells them again and again and again until he's sitting on the floor with your panties in his face, his hand palming his dick, and his eyes screwed shut. he stays like that for a while, moaning softly to himself (it'd be a shame if you heard him also foreshadowing). Sohee was so close when he heard you want in the room. he jumped so hard he hit his head and blamed his blood-red face on that. he just hoped you didn't see how hard he was or wonder what he was doing on the floor. little did he know, you saw most of it and found it pretty hot. you would have said something, but he looked so embarrassed you felt bad. you rushed over to him, held his head to your chest, and apologized for scaring him. he squeezed his eyes shut and hoped you didn't notice him cumming in his pants (but of course you did).

((side note: can i be 🎀 anon pretty please?? 🙇🏾‍♀️ i promise to bring you my borderline criminal thoughts on a semi-consistent basis))

anon your brain... you're so crazy genius ily

poor boy would be so embarrassed and nervous that you would think he was a freak, the thought of him getting off to your scent soaked through your panties should have disgusted you, but you couldn't help watch him with your thighs pressed together.

him having the little devil and angel on his shoulders is so real, like its giving "i don't want candy i don't like candy, but the parasite in me wants the candy" he's like no sniffing my girlfriends day old underwear is weird if i wanted to smell her i could give her a hug, but then he knows that he loves eating you out after a long day so the scent in your panties would remind him of that, and then he's going in for just one quick whiff and then he's hooked. he instantly feels guilty, like a kid sneaking a cookie when his parents are in the other room so he tries to be quiet as he takes another deep whiff of your panties, if people on twitter think its normal then surely he isn't weird for doing it, after all you're his girlfriend and every part of you gets him going.

after the day he gets caught you dont bring it up for a while, but you do notice a sudden change in your boyfriend. suddenly he's begging you to let him do the laundry, and you raise a brow at him but shrug it off because it's less chores for you.

little did you know (but not very little) that he was using this as an opportunity to go on a panty sniffing spree, making sure to take deep whiffs of the ones you wore on particularly long days, and the cute lacy ones that usually had the scent of your arousal on them from nights you two were doing the dirty. call him a sick freak for this one but his guilty pleasure was sniffing the panties you wore after going to the gym, or just having a day where you were a bit sweatier than usual, not his proudest moments but he couldnt resist it.

one day you decide to confront him about it, not because you didnt like it but because you wanted to see him in action. so when he's doing laundry you 'innocently' walk into the room to catch him sitting on the floor with his cock in hand, your panties wrapped around him while he has another pair pressed to his face. there was no way for him to get out of this, you caught him right in the act.

so dirty, so pathetic, words you say to him as you jerk him off, pushing your panties into his mouth to drown out his moans and he has tears threatening to spill while you coo at him for being so gross and perverted, getting off with your underwear that you had worn days ago. he cums all over your hand and you lick it up, leaving him dazed as you walk out of the laundry room.

dirty pervert sohee makes my brain melt... he's so icky in the hottest way possible 🫦 and yes you can be 🎀 anon! welcome to the club... i will be expecting more deranged yummy thoughts from you 🫣😇

[zabala0z]

This season is making me hyperventilate a lot in a fangirl sort of way (but also in a panicked way BECAUSE WHAT??)

Hi! I got 5 episodes that I freaked out over. Come and hear my thoughts. You have to.

MAG 87: The Uncanny Valley

Circus. That girl is named like Nikola Orsinov which is the same last name as the ringmaster of The Circus back in like the mid 1900’s? So I’m assuming she’s a descendant and taking up the mantle of traumatizing people. Gertrude mentioned “The Unknowing” which Not Sasha mentioned before and like Leitner. In this context, it sounds less like a title and more like an apocalypse: not a good sign. ALSO THE MUSIC.

Not much to say for MAG 88: Dig besides I don’t wanna dig. Also the calliope organ is gone. Oh god. Feels like this circus is gonna be the main antagonist this season. Unfortunately I despise clowns

MAG 89: Twice as Bright

I went insane over this episode guys. I love Jude and hate her. The description with her coworker and his new house and baby and wife, I was just screaming, “no dont kill him!! 😭😭”. And she did. Not surprised. Like every word she spoke made me viscerally uncomfortable but she’s such an interesting character.

Also she like…likes Agnes, yeah? I clocked that after reading over the transcript. I’m assuming the entity shes under is like The Desolation cause I think The Lightless Flame is just the name of the cult. Poor Jon. Bros hand is not gonna be the same. Im hoping she appears again. Interesting that Michael Crew hangs around the Fairchilds. Makes sense since like every situation they’re involved in is the whole empty/alone/open area thing. I’m still thinking the entity they’re under is The Vast because that’s what Michael said before jumping out that window and I think I’m right

MAG 90: Body Builder

JARED HOPWORTH. Why did you open a gym, bro?? Like the moment I heard, “large guy-“ my brain, “oh yeah that’s Jared”

The whole flesh torso things, I guess used to be humans but Jared decided “I think they’d look cool without their arms” so that’s why he said “too soon” towards Davenport. Marie probably stole those femurs so I’m wondering if she got the whole bone altering power???

MAG 91: The Coming Storm

Holy shit. Jesus. Oh my god. First off, Mike was so polite??? Like he offered tea and stuff. And then that kinda changed when he like full of astral projected Jon or something. Or I guess he raised the air pressure. Props to the sound effects, I love them. I liked hearing Mikes story but holy shit DAISY. I love Daisy. But girl calm down 😭 actually I can’t even blame her

I was at the temple by the way, making garlands, and listening to this was a nightmare because I couldn’t make any outward reaction. So that’s why I went to a bathroom stall and freaked as Daisy kicked the shit out of Mike. Couple things though; the fact the tape recorder keeps turning on is def a concern. Pretty sure it’s The Eye. I don’t know if it can physically do much since it…watches but that’s what I’m thinking. But why? Is it breaking the 4th wall?

Basira coming in clutch ‼️‼️ Also, Jon getting info out of people is apparently not a natural thing. Makes sense why Jude and Mike told their whole story and even remarked on how strange it was they did at the end of it. It makes sense actually. Jon is truly the main character but utilized in such a great way. Oh he doesn’t die? It’s not plot armor, it’s just the all seeing entity protecting him. Everyone tells him everything? Yeah that’s kinda his power. Love it.

So yeah! That’s everything. Pretty terrified because there’s powerful entities and I’m scared someone is going to die. If Basira or Daisy die, I will cry. Actually if anyone dies, im a very emotionally attached person

[antisocialmia]

Dr. W. Afton headcanons

sfw and nsfw mentioned -> mdni

gen!neutral reader, just silly thoughts and mostly sweet (I hope) probably not readproof so sorry for any writing mistakes.

Dr. W. Afton from the game 'Thats Not My Neighbour'

Disclaimer!! I dont own the character or anything. Just trying to support the creators.

Art credits: @_.calitryx on TikTok

Appearance

probably about 5'11 to 6'0 tall

takes really good care of his facial hair (the maximum it gets are two days before he shaves again)

see him something between slim and yet muscular, sleeper build

slim waist and his shoulders on the broader side

Cake. Thats it.

his hands are rather on the rough side but he tries to take care of them

long fingers and takes the cleaning of his hands very seriously??

he has defined features but not like too sharp

Random

he has knee issues

addicted to coffee, also his very first thought after waking up

has a habit of sleeping in when he has a day off

or so he says ─ the first time you slept over he was awake at 7.

takes a lot of time for his hair in the bathroom

was insecure about his nose in his teens but learned to accept it nonetheless

he's left-handed

randomly mutturs out some facts throughout the day

he needs to push up his glasses pretty often because he once broke them by sitting down on them but refused to get them fixed

"its only a little bent." Yeah, a whole 90 degrees

he has a picture of you in his wallet

probably all his colleges know about you at this point

he's such a yapper once talking about a topic he enjoys maybe just a little too much ─ but you let him because who can say no to someone like him?

notices the tiniest changes of literally anything

going from things laying somewhere else in his apartment to the act of a person he's talking to

also the type of guy who watches you look at something a little too long and buys it for you as a present later

he remembers everything, literally has the brain of an elephant. 'I remember you saying you wish you had that so I got it for you.'

Style

you might actually mistake him for a phyics teacher (that damn checker pattern)

closet is mostly filled with linen shirts and some suit pants

'thats all he ever needed' ─ his words

color variates, he has almost every color but those bright ones.

of course he has some home clothes (you love to steal)

comfortable sweats and cozy sweaters

great taste when it comes for comfortable clothing ─ always manages to get the most fluffy ones too.

for jewlery, he only wears his watch around his left wrist

Activities

he probably has a gym membership but never actually goes

if you go tho, he might join you

in his freetime he loves to jog

loves to explore new things, like new recipes to new games (If mobile or not)

playfights usually end up with him laying down on you with his full weight

always has a stupid grin on his face when he does that

Apartment

he's completely clean, not freaky clean tho

there's not a single dust grain

but hes not too pressed about it ─ he simply enjoys tidying his apartment

gives him some sort of comfort

you can also find sometimes his clothes over the couch or laying on the ground, which is rare but it happens

his job doesnt require too much of his time so he has plenty of time at home

Relationships

like said before, he had some insecurities

confidence wasnt his thing in his teens (He was probably one of those 'uhm actually' kids but unintentionally.)

changed in his 20's ─ went out regulary but never found anything that could have gone further

which changed when you came around

so, he indeed was experienced but you taught him things aswell

love language is physical touch and acts of service (also words of affirmation)

loves random hugs and gives them too

huge on pda and shows it too

he really loves to just embrace you and cuddle with you on the couch or in bed while watching a movie or show

sleeping with him is hell

he's tussing and turning all night long, but only If you arent in his grasp

once youre trapped in his arms there's no way out and he wont move a single inch

small snores, but only once in a while ─ barely noticable too.

has all sorts of nicknames for you 'baby' , 'love' , 'honey' , 'sugar' , 'cupcake' you name it.

NSFW -> mdni

a complete switch

service dom

lives to do what you tell him to

to the location -> probably everywhere in the apartment when youre up to it

high-sex drive and probably lasts atleast 2 rounds

gets super touchy when he's worked up and just hints what he wants instead of saying it directly

he's shy! Just catch up to what he's implying.

knows the difference between harder and faster

also, not exactly into hard bdsm but isnt shy to explore with you either

praising to the top with him

you wont catch him letting out one word that would degrade

loves physical touch so this is his time to shine

body worshiping

kisses every inch of skin his lips can reach and then again

always tells you how good youre doing and how proud he is of you for taking him that well.

he's not.. exactly small either

a true mystery how he keeps it hidden beneath those forbidden pants

he loves to mark you, not for claiming and only for his eyes to see (maybe on the nape of your neck but not further)

basically, he does it how you want it. Romantic, slow and tender? He's in with all at it. Rose pedals even.

in the mood for something more rough and- ahem- man handling? Sure. He's in. But expect a godly aftercare ─ he can't stand the thought of hurting you

Aftercare

whenever, he's all sweet and gentle

acting as If youre made out of glass and will break any moment

once again he'll do anything you ask him to do.

a bath? 'Of course, my love.' Just a simple glass of water? Its already on your nightstand. Cuddles? Thats already happening before you had the thought. A massage? 'Just relax,'

a dream, literally.

he'll clean you both up without a second thought and wont let you lift a finger

if you do, youre met with a pouty expression on his face.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it. A little rushed.

[pumpkin-cake]

U.A. Boys - Dates With Them

(includes izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, mezo shoji, fumikage tokoyami, mirio togata, tamaki amajiki)

warnings - none

midoriya doesn’t really need to do anything fancy to have a great time with you!

he’s up for whatever you feel like doing, whether that’s a movie date or going for a picnic.

during whatever date, he’ll always find a way to start rambling about whatever crosses his mind. Whether that be heroes or how incredible you are.

he is VERY stressed throughout

wants to impress you!

midoriya ALWAYS asks if he can initiate touch with you

“um…do you think we can hold hands..?”

“tch, a date? yeah, whatever. let’s just go to my place. we don’t need some fancy restaurant, i can do WAY better!!”

doesn’t let you lift a single finger while he prepares dinner for you

like midoriya, katsuki wants to impress you, but will never ever admit it

you eventually inquire why he was so persistent on cooking instead of just taking you somewhere

“oh please! i can make better food than whatever crappy place you probably wanted to go to!”

turns out, he was absolutely right

he smirks at the stars in your eyes when you take the first bite

“told ya.”

his brain froze

what did people do for dates?

immediately he texted midoriya

he was told to take you to a place you might like to go

maybe…the beach?

shoto regretted it as soon as you showed up

not because of anything bad!

you just looked amazingly stunning in your swimsuit- he didn’t think he could handle it

his eyes widened, quickly getting himself together as you came over to the spot where he had set up his own towel, an umbrella, and a cooler filled with drinks and snacks, just in case you needed them

you didn’t use the drinks much, instead requesting he use his right side to cool you off

you instantly shut down his idea of a study date

screw that, you wanted to do something fun!

iida insisted he treat you, so he took you to a restaurant

absolutely the best gentleman the world had ever seen

opening any door for you no matter what, kindly pulling out your seat, and asking frequently if everything was going alright or if you needed anything

when the food came out, he instantly noticed yours was wrong, and was highly puzzled when you started to eat it anyway

he called the waiter over politely, ignoring your pleas for him to just leave it

“excuse me, we’re sorry to bother you, but my partner here didn’t get the food they requested. may they get the correct dish?”

your face was beet red, extremely embarrassed, but the waiter was very apologetic, and your correct food was out very quickly

thank god for iida and his non-fear of socializing

GYM DATE !!!!!!!!!

he was so hyped, it was absolutely adorable

you weren’t as much of a gym-rat as eijirou was, but you were willing to let him teach you the ropes

his encouragement meant everything

“you’re doing so much better than i expected! well I obviously expected you to do great, but you’re doing AMAZING!”

you were very sweaty and gross, but he didn’t say a single word about it, making sure you stayed hydrated and spotting you during certain activities

when you finished your workout, he took you to a nice park and the two of you had lunch he had made, enjoying each other’s company

i have this headcanon that denki skateboards

skatepark!

luckily, it was relatively empty when you two arrived, and denki was immediately on his skateboard littered with stickers

you, with roller skates, followed him and the two of you were zooming around like nothing could stop you

unfortunately, something did, and some idiot ran right into you and caused you to fall and scrape your knee

kami was pissed

“HEY! watch where you’re going!”

quickly came to your aid and cleaned the wound with the water bottle he brought and make sure to take good care of you

shoji would rather cut off one of his arms than go out anywhere in public

he really hated people gawking at him due to his “ugly” quirk

so, the two of you had a nice movie date!

you had set up a huge blanket fort large enough to fit both you and shoji in it, and stocked up on snacks and drinks

after agreeing on a movie, the two of you got comfortable

eventually, you couldn’t keep your eyes open and shoji felt a sudden weight on his shoulder

while you peacefully slept, he gingerly took you in his arms, cradling your sleeping figure

when you woke up, you were in his dupli-arms, and he was fast asleep, so you chose to just go back to sleep too

dark shadow INSISTED you guys do something at night

he wanted to participate too!

after fumikage and dark shadow argued for a bit, you came up with the idea of a fireworks show that was coming up

both birdies compromised and agreed

although the fireworks show was very popular, and immediately dark shadow got uncomfortable with the crowd

plus, you could hardly even see the fireworks :(

“come on, we can get a better view”

without another word, dark shadow latched onto fumikage’s back and he grabbed you and held him to his chest, and the three of you flew into the air

you shrieked, but it was over fast as you landed on a building with the perfect view of the fireworks, and the three of you sat there in awe

it was like he turned into a ten year old

“LET’S GO TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK!!”

he excitedly rambled to you while he drove, talking about all the rides and games he wanted to do with you

it was so cute

you made sure to stop him and have him put on sunscreen before you guys went into the park

while mirio was chatting about where you guys should go first, you were actually taking the time to grab a map and plan everything out

you were convinced mirio would get lost if you didn’t have a plan

if you were afraid of any ride, he’d instantly encourage you that he would be there if anything happened

you had the time of your life on the rollercoasters with him, his infectious laughter filling you with pure joy the entire day

you weren’t a sadist, but it was quite funny seeing tamaki struggle at the ice rink

you convinced him to go ice skating with you, assuring him you would teach him and hold his hands on the ice

he was quaking as soon as his skates were put on, legs wobbling as he stood up on the blades

you offered your arm and he gripped it tightly, anxiously stepping with you to the ice

he about slipped as soon as he went onto the ice, and it took you about ten minutes to coax him off the wall

you skated backwards with both his hands in yours, calmly encouraging him and giving him tips on how to move his body

he eventually got the hang of it, and he upgraded to skating next to you while holding only one of your hands

once you stepped off the ice, he actually looked like he had fun, a cute smile on his face

“let’s go there again sometime..!”

[wantonlywindswept]

fox & rex ficbit

finally wrote some tcw! whoo.

tbh not entirely sure where this is headed (a lie: i know exactly where i want this to end up, and it is with alpha-17 storming coruscant in a fit of protective rage and also murder) and atm it’s just a lot of exposition ideas because...i still have no real solid feel for the characters?? so i’m kind of working through that.

it is exhausting. star wars fanon you are exhausting. why can my brain not just write with the tropes and be done with it

anyway basically rex and fox are alpha-17′s feral children/brothers/students/?? because all three of them are competent chaos gremlins. set vaguely after geonosis but before the GAR is actually properly structured, bc if star wars doesn’t know what its timeline is then why the hell should i

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Growing up on Kamino, Rex and Fox had three things in common: a taste for the popularly-loathed blue carbohydrate cubes, an unstoppable compulsion to always be the best at anything they did, and the extremely dubious honor of being Alpha-17's favorites.

Fox was one of the earlier Command Class clones decanted, the eldest of a batch that boasted Wolffe, Gree, Bly, and Cody: possibly the strongest CC batch that Kamino would ever produce. He came out with a massive chip on his shoulder and left his tact in his tube, and made a sport of talking back to every single trainer in the Cuy'val Dar--which was why he once spent two weeks in Medical with broken ribs, a punctured lung, and Dred Priest's bootprints on his chest.

On the other hand, Rex came from a CT batch that was nearly flushed for genetic deviation, and of the original five, only he and Crys made it past cadet training. He clawed to the top of all his training modules fueled by fear and spite, and did everything by the book to avoid any kind of attention that might further mark him as defective: he kept his head down and his mouth shut, no matter what he actually thought about things.

Alpha's ARC training was good for the both of them, in the end: it taught Rex how to speak his mind, and it taught Fox how to shut the fuck up.

"15 - 5," Alpha announced cheerfully, leaning on his training staff without even the slightest indication of being tired. Fox, flat on his back at Alpha's feet, wheezed something that might have been a curse.

"I'm starting to think that those 5 were a fluke," Rex said blandly. 

Fox's next growl was definitely a curse, and he lifted trembling hands to sign something insulting and anatomically improbable in Rex's direction.

"Go on, stop whining into my mats," Alpha said, nudging Fox in the side with his foot. "It's time for me to beat the other little brat into the ground."

Rex watched, snickering, as Fox very clearly struggled to keep from offering Alpha a similar insult. 

It was good that he was finally developing a sense of self-preservation.

It was just the three of them left in the gym, long after most sane troopers retreated to lick their wounds and get some kind of rest before they did the same thing all over again tomorrow. Even Fox's certifiably unhinged batch had abandoned them after a couple hours of extra training; most of the CCs had been tagged for the ARC classes, but some were taking to it with a little more enthusiasm than others.

Fox peeled himself off the floor, using his staff as a crutch as he staggered to the deceptive safety outside of the training ring. He passed Rex along the way; his encouraging pat on the shoulder turned into more of an uncoordinated smack to the side of the head, which Rex magnanimously decided to forgive on account of knowing he'd probably need Fox's help standing up later. 

Alpha was brutal, and relentless, and more than a little bit of a dick, but he wasn't cruel. He pushed them hard, taught them everything he knew, and if sometimes Rex caught him looking at them like he was worried they'd vanish the moment they left his sight, well. 

The campaign on Geonosis had been a hell of a debut. They'd lost thousands of brothers, and now they were all on edge waiting for their official postings. There was no telling where they'd end up next. 

Fox would undoubtedly be deployed where the fighting was the heaviest; he came off Geonosis with a dossier of accolades and a near-spotless string of victories. The rest of his batch had done equally well--all save Cody, who'd been unwillingly left behind on Kamino with a grade three concussion and a broken orbital bone, courtesy of one of Isabet Reau's battle circles.

Rex was probably destined for something similar. He'd performed well enough that he was guaranteed an officer commission, and he'd been all but adopted into the Command class after taking control of a battalion that had lost their commanding officer. It would be an absolute waste to not send him to the front lines.

Once ARC training was over, once they got their assignments and shipped out, it was entirely possible this would be the last time that Alpha saw them both alive.

With that cheery thought in mind, Rex spun the staff in his hands, met Alpha's grim expression with a sharp nod, and launched himself into the ring.

(Later, after Alpha dumped them both in the showers and ordered them not to drown, Fox gave him so much shit for only managing to win three matches out of twenty. But he also hauled Rex into the closer barracks that he shared with his batch, shoved him into the empty bed, and immediately passed out on him, which was enough of a comfort that Rex figured he could put off his vengeance for later. 

Maybe in the morning.

Maybe after they came back from the war, and they could prove to Alpha that he hadn't just sent them off to die.)

[trashbag-baby666]

Hello! Loving your Parental Clegan posts. I have a question for you. How do you think they handle cheer and gymnastics at the high school level, when things get more intense, social pressure is higher, and the kids want their independence more?

THANK YOU POOKIE <33 I’m so glad you asked because me and Kat were chatting about this all night!!!

So, Cordelia trains and competes in All Star Cheer. At first it’s because Gale doesn’t want her tumbling on dead mat if she was just doing it at a school or high school level. They found her a gym with wonderful cheer coaches, he took the program seriously. He also takes safety very seriously, none of his fliers ever touch the ground during falls. They rarely have them anyways, they also rarely have injuries on the team too.

Gale had researched like a crazy person to find the right cheer coaches. He researched all the common injuries seen in cheer and prevention and what to look for in a gym and what to avoid. But he also learned how costly cheer was…

For Flynn, at least, things get pretty serious for her gymnastics pretty early on. Her gymnastics coach, Dick picked up on her skills pretty early into her being enrolled in tumbling. She was in a pre-team program from when she was five till about six and a half. Then they had her on the gyms team but she just had to turn seven before her first competition.

By the time Flynn’s 12 she’s on the gyms elite team and things do considerably start to get really difficult for her. Her grades are slipping and she’s struggling more and more in class. She knows that Gale and John have strict rules about grades. Anything below a C and she’s sitting out practice to do homework and study. She’s having issues in school with some bullies too and it’s over all just really negatively affecting her.

She isn’t in the right headspace during practice, she’s not landing skills she’s confident in, the frustration is turning into her getting more agitated with herself. So, she keeps going over her routine and pushing herself harder and harder. Which in response, just causes her to get more upset. She starts adding in different skills she knows she’s not confident/not yet trained in. Similar to John, she’s on a path of self destructive behavior.

It’s been a building theme for a couple good months, within her last three meets she hadn’t been scoring or performing as well. Her best events are bars and floor and she hadn’t been placing in bars. She had fallen out of two of her dismounts and then landed one but had a step out. Her brain would get so clouded and she would just be so nervous doing floor she forgot parts of her routine and fell on some tumble passes.

This carried into her pushing herself and getting easily frustrated at practice.

It’s a particular practice that she had been working her bars routine nonstop. Dick already gave her a couple warnings and a harsh, “take a break.”

But she falls out of a skill and just full belly flops onto the mat. Dick lets out a sigh and waves down John and says, “Come on, I think we should chat in my office.”

Dick flat out just tells John and Flynn both that she needs to take a week or two off from the gym. Flynn is quick to ask if she can still come in and do conditioning or just watch practice but Dick is shutting her down.

He at least lets her finish practice so she doesn’t have to explain to her teammates leaving early. But she does text Curt and ask him to pick her up after practice. John wants to fight her on it but Gale reminds him how he used to get. Curt and Ken come to pick her up after practice, take her to get dinner, they go for a more scenic route home. Flynn asks to stay with them for the night and Curt can’t say no to her…

The following year they do an athletic focused homeschooling program. She finished out middle school and they just want her to have a more stable school year.

[dearestgojo]

I ended up losing all my mind when I read the part of the card. Celeste- I have no words, I swear, I just need you to keep talking about toji with a mommy kink

Ahhh okay, I feel like I should be the last person writing this, but I'm having thoughts. Quick shout out to @sunaswife for helping me collect my thoughts lol

Warnings: 18+. Mommy kink. Sugar mommy reader. Sugar baby Toji. Nipple play. Edging.

I'm going to start by saying, I don't think you have to be older than him to be his mommy, just financially better off than him, enough to give him a decent allowance (sufficient for him to have some leftover if he decides to gamble a bit). You take care of every bill, pay for dates, his gym remember ship, his clothes, everything. He lives in absolute comfort. He does try to return the favor by keeping the house clean and cooking dinner, he'll try to dress up (or down) for when you get home.

I think most people (even if you're older than him) would think he's the one in charge in the bedroom and homemaker, and they're a little shocked when you pull out your card at the counter when you go out shopping and he just stands there with his hands he is pockets looking around. Especially when they see that most of the stuff on the counter is for him, there are expensive thick watches, tailored suits, gym shorts and tanks, and huge ass golden rings for his thick fingers.

Him calling you a mommy started out as a way to feel like you had some power from the stress of working in a male-dominated field where you always felt talked over. He didn't think he'd enjoy it as much as he did, but he loves hearing you call him your good boy, telling him everything you'll buy him if he makes you cum at least five times. He never disappoints, he'll do anything to make his mommy feel empowered, happy, and stress-free. He'd even do it without the promise of more gifts because you already take such care of him, so it's only right he return the favor and have you cum on his tongue three times, twice on his fingers, and however many times on his fat cock until you give him permission to cum.

It becomes a norm after a while for you to come home to find him in just an apron and boxers serving dinner (sometimes it's just the apron). He'll meet you at the door and take your shoes off before carrying you to the couch where he massages them, dick twitching a little when you purposely press your heel to it, asking you bout your day as dinner cools down a little.

On the days when you are very tired from work, you'll end up on the bed, naked, him massaging your back, his big hands undoing all the stress knots from the day, rutting a little against your ass. He's trying to be a good boy and not think about how warm you feel wrapped around him, and he's trying so desperately not to beg you to let him fuck you a little, even just the tip. But he can't keep his thoughts in check every time you groan when he presses against a knot, or squirm under him, he ends up begging and humping your thighs, "Mommy can I please fuck you. I've been good, cleaned the house, and made your favorite. Just want to feel your warm pussy mommy."

You give the okay, but before you can even switch positions he's telling you to just lay down and that he'll take care of you, that he'll do all the work. And he just fucks you while your own your tummy, spreading your cheeks apart as he presses his chest to your back, turning your brain into mush along with his. and he's just repeating "mommy" over and over, begging for you to let him cum inside. And you can't say no to him because he has been a good boy today. You leave him your card the morning after for him to treat himself to a spa day when he gets out of bed.

On days he doesn't manage to finish everything you left for him you punish him, by edging him and not letting him touch you. Which is hard for him because he just wants to feel you close and hear you praise him as you caress him and call him your good little boy. He has to grip the edge of the couch so he doesn't thrust up into you, every time you stop just as he's about to come, and get more on your bad side. But you're tweaking his nipples and pulsing around him. He doesn't think you'll notice if he moves a little when you slide up his length, and he's so wrong.

You look down at him with disappointment and say "I thought you were a good boy, but I guess your just a bad boy. And bad boys don't get rewards." And he just starts breathing harder, whimpering a little when you get off of him, putting your skirt back in place, and picking up your bag. I don't think he would beg for forgiveness, but he'd figure something out quick to get back in your good graces before the night ends.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 5 - size kink

nct 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Johnny Suh NSFW

🖤 warnings: johnny suh is very annoying but he has an undeniably big dick, friends to lovers scenario, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a bit of a pain kink 🖤

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"Oh, no, I'll get it."

He's such an ass.

You love Johnny, don't get it twisted. He's a great friend, a ride or die, an equal opportunity drinking buddy and museum date and wingman. Not the kind of guy you ever thought you'd be friends with, but he's such a feature in your life now, you can't remember what you did before you had him to hang out with at all hours.

Except when he's like this.

"I can reach," you dismiss.

"But it's so much easier for me," he says coolly.

He reaches over your head to grab the bottle on the top shelf of your kitchen cabinet, easily, barely stretching, and holds it out to you with the worst self-satisfied look on his face.

You're not that short. You're really not, it's just that Johnny is so fucking tall. He swears he's only six-foot, but that's impossible. Six-two, you'd guess, or more.

He's just big. Overall. Especially when he's interested in bulking up, like he is now, no hint of the tall and lanky frame he'd had up until just a few years ago (and that he quickly returns to having in the occasional months when work takes over his mind and he neglects the gym and the protein powder). At times like this, he's tall, he's broad, and you can tell just from how he carries himself that he's more aware than ever of just how big he is.

For a guy who likes to slouch and shrink and practically lay down in every chair, he's just big.

"Did I ask for your help?" you snark.

"You didn't need to," he replies. "I have to use my powers for good."

"Busybody."

"I just wanna take care of you," he coos, ruffling the top of your head.

You shove him away. "Like I said, didn't ask."

The tiny kitchen in your apartment is small enough that you're constantly bumping into Johnny if he comes over to cook with you, but now he's getting into your space on purpose. You can tell, by the way he's reaching over your shoulder to grab utensils, looming behind you to watch the dish in the pot you're finishing up. You shouldn't have reacted so much. Giving him a reaction only eggs him on more, because he's the worst.

It's just Johnny, boxing you in to piss you off, but a feeling that you've never wanted to associate with Johnny is brewing every time he draws too close.

You're not really short, but that's not to say that you don't like feeling short. Small. Easy to toss around, easy to-

"'Scuse me," Johnny says, not apologetic at all, as he reaches for the cupboard again.

Annoyed, you turn around to push him again, but he's so close that you've essentially turned yourself right into his arms, your face nearly meeting his chest. His face is right above you as he reaches upward, and he smirks.

There's no ulterior motive, you can tell. He's just trying to bother you, pushing your buttons about being smaller than him and unable to reach some shelves in your own kitchen. Johnny is your friend, one of your best friends, and there's no way he's doing this on purpose.

But that doesn't change the fact that you are just the tiniest bit undeniably turned on. A tiny bit.

Or more than that. Maybe a lot more than that.

It's not that it's Johnny, you tell yourself. It's that he's so much bigger than you. That fact itself is punching you in the feral brain, making you react as if this is a real person and not Johnny. He leans down farther, looking just a bit confused. You're probably making an audacious face.

"Something wrong?" he asks.

You can practically feel his voice vibrating up from his chest. Oh, this is bad.

"No," you say, entirely unconvincing.

Johnny huffs out a laugh and backs off slightly, reaching to turn off the stove burner. He can reach it from here. This is so bad.

"Cuz you look like you're gonna be sick," he says, obviously amused.

"It's just hot in here," you lie.

"No, it's not. I'm chilly, actually," Johnny says, edging closer to you again. "Gotta share body heat."

"Johnny!"

He's pressing you against the counter, now, stretching to his full height. You can't help but feel bad, guilty even, about the arousal pealing through you, since he's so obviously just being a pain, just messing around-

Until he shifts, just a little, and you feel it.

He's hard. He likes this just as much as you do. Oh, no-

You freeze. His eyes blow wide.

And he backs up for real, draws away quickly. "Sorry. I know you don't like being called short, I got carried away-"

"I do like it," you say, mouth moving faster than your good sense, scrabbling for his arm to drag him close again. "I like it when - sometimes if I-"

He cuts you off. "Are you gonna kick my ass if I kiss you?"

It's a valid question, because he's drunkenly kissed you without permission maybe twice and both times you smacked him so hard that it left a mark, but things are different, here.

"Nope."

"Good."

Kissing Johnny is a strange experience, but you don't hate it. His lips are hesitant, but his hands are eager, exploring your waist, your hips, straying to grope your ass so quickly that you wonder how long he's wanted to do it.

"Horny bastard," you mutter.

"Could say the same thing about you," he replies.

He's got a loose grip at the back of your neck, and you shudder realizing how much of your skin he can cover with just one splayed hand. He notices, too, if the way he tightens up his hold is any indication. You're foggy with arousal, looking up, up at Johnny, thinking about what more he could do for you, what it would be like to only be able to see and hear and feel him...

"You really like this," he muses, obviously thinking hard despite the circumstances. "If your thing is tall guys, what about that last one you dated, the one-"

"It's not just about height," you say. "Big guys, sure, but also big-"

"Oh, you're covered, then," he interrupts.

Typical Johnny. Such an ass.

"Impress me," you quip.

He's hauling you toward the bedroom faster than you can react. You'd never seen yourself as particularly easy to haul or carry or anything of the sort, but Johnny's apparently got the height and the muscle to do just that, maneuvering you easily into your equally-tiny bedroom and depositing you on your bed.

There's no hesitation as Johnny presses you up the bed until you're laying comfortably in your pillows, with him looming above you. He probably assumes - correctly - that you'd stop him if you didn't like something.

But you have no intention of stopping him.

He shucks off his shirt, and there's just so much of him, planes of tanned skin and muscle. He makes quick work of your clothes, and the rest of his own. You find out pretty quickly that he wasn't lying about having you covered, intimately - he's big. Proportional to his body, yes, but that means he's simply big.

"I've wanted this for a while," Johnny admits, tracing his hand down your bare side.

"Secretly pining away?" you tease.

He grins, lopsided. "More like, you're cool and hot and I figured this would be fun."

It's not a love confession, but it's almost better. Assurance that this is being done out of fondness and excitement, not some kind of one-sided romantic urge.

"I'm ready for you," you say.

Johnny makes a bit of a face, reaching down to tentatively swipe his fingers through your wetness, which, like you'd just fucking said, is plenty enough for what you want.

"I should probably make sure-"

"I like it if you just..." you gesture, embarrassed, unsure how to say nicely what you mean, "It's...it's okay if it hurts, a little."

You like to really feel that first push in, is what you mean. What fun is fucking someone with an objectively huge cock if you don't even get stretched out on it to the point of a little pain, sometimes?

He seems to understand without you saying all of that, though, grinning down at you darkly and lining himself up. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

"Get on with it - Jesus-"

He always has to get the last word in, even indirectly like this, as you cut yourself off with a hissed breath as he begins easing his way in. Just the first stretch of his tip is heavenly, exactly what you want, a bit of a delicious burn.

You know you're in for it when Johnny smiles for real. He knows what he's doing, the stupid prick.

"How's a little thing like you gonna handle me?"

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Changes

Words: 4030

Summary: Steve Harrington has always dreamt about running away from Hawkins and his parents. Ever sense he could form his own thoughts, he has always wanted to travel the world in a beat up van with those he loved. Yet obvious circumstances stop him from leaving. Instead of being on a beach somewhere he is stuck in Hawkins, Indiana waiting for the world to end at any time. He loves all of his friends, but he has been missing a piece of himself for a long time. After taking the first steps of self discovery and putting down the crown, he realizes that he’s barely touched the surface of who Steve Harrington really is. Even if it means running away from home last minute, taking chances and using the flimsy excuse of a family emergency to get away from his friends for a while, he’s willing to do what it takes to make himself feel whole again. Make those thoughts finally disappear and maybe be more then what others has set his image to be.

Part : 1/?

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Note: I have the next few chapters planned out, but I don’t think this will be a terribly long fic. Five chapters is most likely max. But who knows I might like writing this so much that I add a few more. I just didn’t want to rush the process and not have Steve returning to Hawkins different hit the way I wanted it 😭

Steve runs a hand through his hair, water droplets falling down his forehead and down his nose. Watching each one move down his freckles through the reflection of the mirror. It wasn't uncommon for Steve to sleep in, honestly it was very common for him to sleep until nine am at the latest. Lately though, his body has been craving for a lot more sleep then what he can offer it. Flapping his hands a bit, spraying water around the small little bathroom of the diner moves himself out of the cramped space. Giving a tight smile to a older male that pushes his way through before he's heading back to his table. Moving, wiping his hands off his pants a little, fidgeting a bit before he plops himself into his designated spot next to Robin. Who was currently rambling about something, hands flying in the air as she leaned forward at the table in a chaotic manner. Matching Eddie, who was nearly standing on the opposite side of the booth from excitement. Steve isn't sure what part of the conversation he catches them in as his brain goes foggy again. The splash of cold water not grounding him into reality like normal. The feeling was annoying, and instead of catching either of his friends attentions he moves to start eating his food. Zoned out a bit as he planned out his day in a way that he could get a nap in. Maybe he was coming down with something?

For the last couple of months? Yeah no fucking way dude. There was something wrong with him and he wasn't sure what. Though he was physically good in health, maybe cutting back the amount of time going to gym was making him feel so ill. But that also didn't make any sense, he still felt the same icky feeling going to the gym, one of the reasons why he stopped going more then twice a week. He's chewing carefully on a strawberry when Robin playfully shoved him with a soft smile. Not showing concern, but looking curiously at him. Steve furrows his eyebrows as he swallows the fruit in his mouth. Letting a soft hum out, "Hm?" Licking his lips shortly after as he turns his head to glance over at Eddie who's properly kneeling on the booth seat, head cocked to the side a little bit. Trying to read him almost.

"Do you want the rest of my pancakes?" She asks gently. A common ritual between the two friends. Her eyes would be bigger then her stomach which left Steve swooping in and finishing what was left. He needed the calories anyway, constantly burning a decent amount on his morning jogs and in the gym. Though with the cut back of exercise he wasn't feeling all that hungry. That was the excuse he came up with as he shakes his head no, carefully licking some whip cream off from the top of his mouth.

"Nah, I'm find Robs." He responds with a hum. Watching the way she stops mid movement, holding the plate in her hand as if she was already on her way in moving it to put on Steve's. He chuckles gently, raising his eyebrow at how awkward she looks. Startled as well as she jokingly moves a hand forward and touches Steve's forward with the back of her palm.

"You feeling okay Dingus?" She asks softly. Not holding the plate for much longer as Eddie moves quickly scooping it from her hand. She doesn't bother looking over at the table, where Eddie was currently shoveling the food in as if he hadn't eaten a hamburger, a full plate of fries, and a strawberry milkshake with chocolate syrup mixed in a little bit. Steve had thought once the other wasn't on the run any more he would stop shoveling food into his face so fast that he nearly hit some of his fingers off. That, did not seem to be the case.

"Yeah, just started cutting back on how much I go to the gym." He admits, "so I'm not as hungry." He says softly. Watching Robin relax, the softness in her eyes grounding him better then the water in the bathroom. Her eyes crinkling a bit as she playfully pokes him lightly in the stomach.

"See, I told you so. Lady's dig the dad bods dude." She teases playfully. Causing Steve to laugh gently, shaking his head amused as Eddie starts to choke on a piece of fruit. Coughing a bit as he pulls back from hovering over the plate, any closer and his nose would have been touching the glass.

The day goes the same, for the most part. Steve drives to his shift at Family Video, sharing it with Robin like normal. Watches the neighborhood kids come in and leave after inspecting the shelf that held a , "new movies" sign above it with a life sized cut out of David Hasselhoff leaning against kit the talking car. It was a couple of years old, but it worked fine with getting the younger boys excited about the car. More desirable then having to move a life sized cut out of a girl in a bikini away from a drooler. He's fiddling a random rhythm on the counter as he tries figuring out what he has to do. Feeling a tad forgetful lately he frowns as he moves crouching down as he picks up a lollipop stick off the rug. Probably Robins wrong doing, scrunching his nose from disgust as he moves it likes it's the plague, to a trash can. Hearing the bell of the front door going off, following along with a very pissed off Dustin. Steve's lost as he swings himself over with the rolling chair.

"This is such bullshit Steve!"  Spit goes flying everywhere as Dustin has no control over his lisp. Voice Loud enough that it echos through the store catching Robins attention. Who had been opening new boxes of tapes. Behind Dustin is Max who looks agitated, Will Byers who looks confused and wants nothing to do with this conflict along with Mike Wheeler who's face is a light pink and looks like he's done something. What, Steve isn't sure. If they didn't all look like they were in one of the most serious situations in their life's Steve may have snorted and cracked a small comment to Dustin about "saying it not spraying it."  However the saying went.

"What is Henderson?" Steve asks slowly. Furrowing his eyebrows tiredly as he tries to catch onto what the other was talking about. He hadn't forgotten anything had he. But even if he had Dustin would not be this pissed. Mistakes happened, and most times Dustin made sure to ride his bike everywhere.

"You're parents!" Dustin spits out again. Steve's lost again, he hasn't heard anything from his Mother and Father in a couple of weeks. Doing god knows what in god knows where.

"What about my parents?" He asks confused. Moving his arms a bit as he looks concerned as well.

"Hellfire Club, or any club that doesn't fit a Christian like bubble can not and will not be allowed at Hawkins high because someone's parents refuse to donate money to the school if it's not a preppy Christian love nest!" Dustin says upset. And oh, that makes sense.

"But- I thought hellfire was banned already?" He asks confused.

"It was! But you don't understand, the only clubs that are allowed are all sport oriented." Dustin snaps.

"Ok—" Steve drawls out. "You can't create you're own—" before he can finish Dustin's snapping again.

"This is bullshit! Of course you would side with your parents, and here I thought you were on my side!" Dustin in clearly upset as he slams his hand on the counter. Normally Steve would be able to handle a out break like this, he understood he used to be a moody teenage boy himself. For the most part Dustin wasn't all the angry. He stands up startled, eyes glancing over at Max who says softly. Almost as if she was shy, moving her body around as she keeps her arms crossed around her self.

"They cut robotics club-" and oh. That made sense why Dustin was so pissed. He had been so close to creating a device where no matter how far away you were, it would use some form of connection to connect to another device. The purpose was to be able to tap on it, like Morse code almost. Which he somehow knew, along with his girlfriend Susie who would definitely appreciate the more private way of communicating instead of having a sibling eavesdropping. Though knowing this Steve was also a bit upset.

"Too far Henderson-" he says calmly, trying to get rid of the agitated part of his tone. Watching the way Henderson's shoulders deflate under the words. Meeting his eyes a bit. That mutual agreement they had months ago coming through, not once has Steve ever had to say to far to Dustin about something. Normally it was Steve who took the jokes to far sometime. Used to tough jocks his age who made fun of stuff like that, not a small teen boy who was obviously going to have some insecurities. "First off, I don't agree with my parents. Honestly, I didn't even know they were doing that. Haven't spoken to them in weeks, with the 'earth quakes' my phone line has been down, and I just got it fixed a few days ago. Plus, it’s not like my parents ask me for permission to do anything before they do it!" he rambles out. Most days he doesn’t even touch his phone, it was always through the radio that he contacted the group by.

"Second, I am sorry about your club. I'm sure that you brainiacs will figure out a way to steal the parts back and finish it up by yourselves. You've got a lot of it done. Third, no I am not on your side dude. I'm on all of your guys. Which includes the others not just you Henderson." Steve says waving his right hand loosely, leaving the other on his hip. Cocking said hip off to the side a little bit, his nose flaring a little as he hears Robin moving around in the back. His head was starting to kill him from all of the commotion, as he moves forward grumbling under his breathe as he pulls a ibuprofen out. Popping it in his mouth before swallowing and then sassily waving his hands for the kids to get out.

"Now scadadle. Start coming up with ideas for your own clubs, I'm sure you can create your own. Don't need money to just hang out with each other. Plus, I expect you to figure out a way in stealing what you started to  create Henderson." Steve says with a playful huff. Dustin his moving back a little as he nods his head eagerly. Much more calmer then what he been earlier. Now he looked like he had a part of a plan formed in his head as he playfully bounces up and down walking backwards out of the store with the other goons following shortly behind as their voices start to mix and go over each other as ideas started to form.

"You okay Steve?" Robin asks curiously. Moving over to him, slightly hovering over him as he sits down on the chair. He looks up with a soft smile, feeling her hand laying on his shoulder where his neck met his shoulder. He moves his own hand placing it on top of her tinier in a comforting manner. As if he wasn't the one who needed it.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiles dimly, watching his friend relax before patting his shoulder absent mindlessly then walking away to go finish what she had started.

Thing is, Steve has always randomly gotten the urge to pack up and leave. Leave everything behind, start over, become someone new - someone that wasn't Steve Harrington. Son of two rich assholes who didn't have any real touch to reality. Become something more, be something more then the image his parents have created, no spray painted all over this town. Of course he's used to it but the thoughts are particularly hard to shut up tonight.

Has Steve really not changed at all?

Is he still like his parents?

What if everyone around him was better off without him?

Now, the last thought was a bit shocking. Steve wasn't suicidal, he just wanted to curl up somewhere and disappear for a while. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to be living in a sense. He was exhausted, feeling his bones ache to just lay in bed for a while. Though he was tired, he couldn't fall asleep. It was the most annoying thing he's ever felt. He rubs a hand through his hair, runs a hand down his face. Sitting up when the reality of the situation hits him. He can start over, he can leave Hawkins behind, he can go off and start off fresh. The excitement fills every part of his body as he throws himself out of his bed, looking around the room as he realizes he can make his own room. Have something that was his own, just as long as he got out of this town. Just as fast as he makes the decision to leave, he is quick to shut it down. Running a hand through his hair. Stressed out by the thought of even leaving Robin and the kids behind.

Deflated of all hope he moves curling back into his bed. Deciding he would much rather live in misery, then conflict any hurt feelings on his friends. His rambling thoughts are non stop as he stays curled up, now on top of the comforter. Feeling the sun beaming through his window as he turns on his shoulder getting more excited about getting up and seeing Robin. Though slightly agitated that he had just spent the last eight hours laying in bed doing nothing. Hopping off the bed he moves, pulling his sweats off, then his shirt before scratching at the slight happy trail he had that connected to even more hair hidden behind his boxers. Moving his body at weird angles as he starts to get changed, tracing his v-line as he looks at the mirror. Slight scaring placed underneath his finger tips before he pushes himself out of his room, heading to the diner to meet Robin and Eddie for breakfast.

And today feels like yesterday, then feel the same as tomorrow. As he sat down next to Robin he felt like everything was moving around him so fast. Robin and Eddie’s voices drowning out in the back of his head. Eyes glossed over with exhaustion as he looks around the diner. Eyes stopping at the newspaper that had been pinned up on a board near the kitchen. Swallowing a bite of food he leaves his eyes trained there. Looking at the image of a town further away, that seemed to somehow be smaller then Hawkins. That seemed nice, Hawkins was pretty big for a rural town. In his head Steve realizes he’s daydreaming about leaving. About just disappearing, imagining everyone’s reactions. Knowing that not many people would care. Most likely only Robin and Dustin would be the only ones to notice his absence.

The slight shove against his side and his attention is back on Robin who’s not asking this time as she forces the last of her pancakes on his plate. Leaving a bit more for him then what she normally would, as if she was trying to make up for the day before. Steve smiles tiredly as he starts to eat. Staying silent as he glances over at Eddie. Who was a little disheveled this morning. Hair a mess, bags under his eyes as he rambles his thoughts out as well. Robin seemed a bit more tired then normal as well. “What’s got you two so tired?” He teases. Knowing his excuse, but it was rare for Robin and Eddie to have sleepless nights on the same night. It was more common for one to come in like a zombie and the other to be beaming until their roles were reversed. Steve would be the consistent one, always getting enough sleep. On occasion though he had his moments, like today.

“Oh, Eddie decided he wanted to throw a long ass session yesterday. Argyle, Jonathan, and I were all up until three am dealing with his bullshit.” Robin laughs gently. Steve looks amused, though his chest ached. Logically he knows he wouldn’t have been playing with them, but it still stung that he hadn’t been there when they were playing. He wouldn’t mind watching. And typically before every session he was invited to join anyway, to watch which he gladly accepted. Though there is no comment said about him not being invited, as if it was just common knowledge that he wasn’t accepted in the group.

“Oh?” He chuckles gently, running a hand through his hair as he lets the topic die. Letting Eddie take over, talking about some movie that was coming out. His brain wandering, not finishing his food as he steps out of the booth when it’s finally time to leave. Normally the minutes went by super fast, and he didn’t want to go. Today, he was bored out of his mind and couldn’t wait to head back home. Not having a shift today, maybe he could get a quick nap in. Waving at Robin, who would catch a ride with Eddie who would be passing the family video on his way home. Steve moves clicking himself in the car and rubs his eyes. He’s on a loose thread, and he felt like something was coming. Something that was just going to cut it in half and force him to have to do something he had no plans on doing.

And it does. When he gets a phone call from Keith, the store manager. Who’s trying to get him to come in on his day off. Wanting him to cover a shift, that someone else could easily cover. Steve was close to passing out, there was no way he was able to get behind the drivers wheel and drive like this. “Keith! Can you - dude I can’t come in right now!” He snaps. Running a hand down his face. This was really going to be his last straw. Something so small yet so big. The urge to run away was getting stronger, to escape from the real world. His exhaustion running deeper then just physically but also mentally. Before he can even think about what he was saying he spits it out. “Fuck dude! You know what, I quite. Don’t even bother calling me again, my uniforms already in my locker so I don’t even need to drop it off.” Steve snaps. Slamming the phone into its holder.

It felt amazing, the slight relief of not having something tying him down. The feeling was addictive as he sets his back against the wall. Sliding down dramatically as he feels tears forming in his eyes. Then the relief is gone and he’s overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with everything. Soon, he knows Robin will be calling him. Probably chewing him out about quitting the only stable job there was in Hawkins. His mind was making everything seem bigger then what it really was, anxiety eating away at his stomach as he tilts his head back. He felt like he was drowning, though just a few days ago he had been perfectly afloat. Fine really. Then something happened and he was being pulled down. Shuddering at the thought of a hand wrapping itself around his ankle and yanking him down he throws himself off from the cold floor. Rushing to go to his room.

Logic was gone, he needed to leave. Before this town dragged him down any further. Duffel bag on his bag, his movements and decisions are erratic and stupid. Any person staring and watching from a third persons view could see that. God even Steve could see that, but his brain was so wrapped around the feeling of being buried alive that he doesn’t even care. He wasn’t crying, but he wasn’t calm either. Pulling what he needed out, this was all last minute and he knew that the second he left Hawkins he would be stuck in shitty hotels and sleeping in his car for awhile. Though that sounded more exciting that sleeping in this empty house.

Moving to his closet next he pulls out what he needs, leaving everything else as is. There wasn’t much he needed here. Grabbing his walkie, hoping that where he went would be able to catch the station the kids were on. Moving to the bathroom packing soaps and his toothbrush. Careful not to let any of it explode in the bag. Moving out to his car tossing it in the trunk, before he’s moving back in grabbing any food that wouldn’t expire any time soon and didn’t need to be refrigerated. Though he was panicked, he was clear minded enough to think about cleaning the fridge out. Not much in there anyway. Running a hand through his hair he grabs his keys and takes one final look at the house. He could back out now. But that made him more upset then the thought of leaving Robin and everyone behind. Of course he left a small note, where he knew Robbie would find it. Though he’s sure that he would call when he got to a gas station. Coming up with an excuse about a family emergency.

Moving out side he realizes the thought of never returning to this ugly house didn’t phase him as much as he thought it would. Growing up he was convinced that he would be crying when he drove away from it for the last time. Instead none of those emotions were there. Instead his hands shook as he gripped onto the steering wheel. Looking forward, and not behind him as he pulls out. He shouldn’t be driving, with the lack of sleep he really shouldn’t. Though he needed to hold onto the walkie. Moving and grabbing it from the other seat he presses it hard on his right thigh. Letting the windows down, wind wipping his hair all over. He’s sure that this stunt would only last him a couple of weeks, he would be back in no time.

As the sun comes up, he slips his glasses on. Beaming excitedly as he turns the radio on. Letting whatever station that had been on last play. Heading off to god only knows where, with only what he got, a wallet with all of the money he’s saved up over the past couple of months and a bank account filled with hush money that has been yet to be touched. There was nothing but looking up from here. Letting the road take him where ever it wanted to, hours away from Hawkins. And when it was time for him to meet Robin and Eddie at the diner for their daily breakfast, he’s tempted to turn back. Hearing the panic in Robins voice through the speaker. Reminding himself that he would call later, he turns the thing off. Throwing it to the seat, hearing it thud to the car floor. Nothing but the woods and dirt roads surrounding him now as he finally fulfills his dream of running away.

With the time he had, he knew he was being stupid. Stupid got you killed. But kids his age were allowed to be stupid, so why wasn’t he allowed to be stupid. It wasn’t fair. He sighs as he sees a huge sign that read open. Moving and parking in the driveway, feeling and hearing his tires crunch against the rocks as he heads to eat in a entirely new diner, all by himself and alone for the first time in months.

And god, did it feel good.

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