#most days i get on the right side but jesus sometimes it's hard

[elytrafemme]

feels weird too because i am genuinely like on a road to recovery like i try really hard to be optimistic and learn to care for people and like celebrate their good moments and celebrate myself but then it’s like i could just have a moment where everything goes red and all that goes in the drain. i miss when i used to mostly post positivity and fics on here and that was everything but if i go back then i lose this thread it’s like. either i can have this self improvement or i can have answers and i can never decide which one is gonna work. 

but at least. on the positive side. maybe i work on choosing self improvement more days than not. i wanna try. i wanna try finding beauty in things and appreciating people and just. i wanna try. i do.

[imaginesheaven]

Bar owner!Reader x TF 141

Friendship headcanons

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injuries, a bit of angst?

This literally turned almost into an Oneshot *haha* I couldn’t help myself ;D Enjoy~

Your bar “Tango Down” is known by almost every soldier and police officer. It is the ultimate spot to meet for drinks after a hard work day or mission. Since your bar has a very good reputation you are also known and well respected.

Of course, the Task Force 141 visits frequently when they are not away for a mission. “Hey, (Y/N)”, Price greets as he enters the bar firstly. To hear his voice once again brings a big smile on your lips, “Look who’s still alive! The usual, boys?” They give you all nods as they take their places on their usual table.

Years ago, when you first opened your bar Price was one of the first customers you had. Still to this day he is your favorite and most frequent one. After the Task Force 141 was built he brought them to this place, where you all grew extremely close with time. Even grumpy Ghost has a soft spot for you.

“Good to see you all. How you are doing?”, you put the drinks down on the table. A flash of fur whizzes between your legs right into the loving arms of Soap. “Bloody Jesus, Cougar! I wish this freaking dog would love me as much as he loves Soap”, you roll your eyes playfully annoyed as the soldiers cuddles your “scary” Belgian Malinois named Cougar.

“Sometimes I believe you are only here for Cougar”, Soap shrugs his shoulders grinning like he isn’t even sorry for stealing your dog away every single time he steps into the bar. “We brought you a present”, Gaz can’t contain his pure joy as he holds out the bottle of Whiskey. “Thank you so much! That goes directly into our cabinet for special events!”

Price started this tradition years ago when he started to visit your bar regularly. Every time he came back from a mission you got another expensive and exotic bottle of alcohol like Whiskey or Wine. John was and is still incredibly grateful to have you at his side after hard missions talking to him, pouring drinks and keeping his mind occupied with happy thoughts. The Task Force 141 keeps this tradition still going. Here and there when there is a reason to celebrate you pop open one of the bottles with them.

“Don’t worry, love, at least Ghost, Gaz and I are here for you”, Price puts his hand on your shoulder smirking as you take a seat with them. Soap is way too distracted to follow the conversation at all. He keeps playing with Cougar. The two of them have an own tradition. Soap gets Cougar after every mission a new toy to play with him.

It’s usually very calm and quiet in the bar due to the high number of soldiers and police officers. They can keep everything in order for you if you need it, but you are actually able to sort it out on your own. Just like this evening…

“What is going on here, Kick?”, you ask your bartender. He rolls his eyes annoyed, “Just a round of men making trouble. They keep talking trash about the soldiers.” You let out a whistle to call Cougar to you, “We take care of it.”

“Guys, your time is over here. I don’t tolerate little boys talking bullshit about real men”, you stand your ground against the five men. They might be taller than you, but it doesn’t intimidate you at all. They start to laugh, “How about no? What will you do?” Apparently, the leader of this little gang takes out a handgun from the back of his jeans.

Without flinching you grab his hand aiming the gun at the ceiling punching with the other against his throat. That leaves him choking for a few moments as you take the gun apart leaving it useless at the table. The guy doesn’t have enough yet trying to grab you. Quite painful you twist his arm as you push his face against the surface of the table. “Leave. Now”, as you let go of the men they bolt out of the bar scared for their dear life.

For a second the silence is deafening in the bar until the Task Force 141 starts cheering. They others follow suit very fast, but you wave them off with a red dust on your cheeks, “Stop it, please.” You store the gun behind the counter, “Drinks on me for everyone … BUT ONLY IF YOU STOP CHEERING!” Within a second everything is back to normal.

“Stop messing with my jukebox, Soap”, you have your back to the machine as you prepare the drinks, but you are sure he is already on his way to turn on a certain song. Soap loves messing with you and getting on your nerves playing one song over and over again until you lose your bloody mind.  

He looks at you with his puppy eyes, “Come on! It’s my absolute favorite song!” Smirking you roll your eyes and make your way towards the table with new drinks. “What did we just witness? You absolutely wrecked this guy”, Gaz stares at you in disbelief. “You were in military, right?”, Ghost recognizes a soldier when he sees one and you were for sure one. You let out a sigh, “Yeah, Special Forces for a few years.” Price raises his eyebrows surprised. “Don’t you dare to take a look at my file, John. That’s the past”, you wink at him grinning. Sometimes you could read him like an open book.

“Enjoy your drinks, boys!” The team shares a brief glance. Every time they are at your bar they learn something incredible new about you. It is like you are a never-ending pit of surprises. It makes them wonder what person you have been in the past. Especially John Price. He might have a look into your file nevertheless.

The night comes to an end. You keep sorting out the rest of the bar alone as the light goes out suddenly. The little hairs on your neck start to stand up and your senses tingle to warn you from the oncoming danger. Upstairs where you live above the bar you can hear Cougar barking. You already brought him up so he can rest. Now you realize your mistake. He would have protected you.

A hand grabs your neck from behind as the first punch lands. The fist collides with your stomach and the pain leaves you breathless. You can’t see their faces in the dark but you are more than sure that these are the troublemakers from earlier. They keep beating you. The pain is just overwhelming until the darkness takes over.

Captain Price enters the bar followed by his team. To his displeasure you are not behind the counter to greet them with your usual bright smile. “Kick, where is (Y/N)?”, Soap asks the bartender. They all feel that something is very off and they don’t like it at all. Even Cougar can’t be seen anywhere.

“(Y/N) is upstairs. Recovering. I’m not sure about company, but I guess you can try”, Kick knows it would be useless to tell them you don’t want to see anyone. They are going to make sure you are okay and no one will stop them. Price makes his way upstairs followed by the others.

They can hear Cougar barking at them coming up the stairs. “It’s okay, Cougar, it’s just the boys”, you say calmly to the dog as you pet his soft fur. Cougar greets them happily when they come through the door. Of course, the dog makes his way towards Soap to beg for some scratches. After a few head rubs Cougar is satisfied and comes back to your side placing his head onto your leg. You have never seen the dog that clingy, but he is ready to protect you with all he has.

John seems cool, collected and focused on the outside, but on the inside he is raging. Just like the others. Your face shows the last remnants of the beating. A black eye, a bloody, split lip and so on. They don’t even want to imagine what bruises your clothes are hiding. “It’s okay. It looks probably worse than it actually is”, you try to downplay the truth, but all of them can see it in your eyes. These troublemakers broke you a little bit and no one was there to protect you.

Ghost takes a step forward and grabs your chin softly to take a closer look at your face, “This is absolutely not okay. They made it personal.” Without a further word he let go of you giving Price a short nod. They know what they have to do.

“Wait! Please be careful. All of you”, you grab Price’s sleeve to keep them from leaving. There is no chance you can stop them at all. You just want them to come back to you safe and sound. John gives you a reassuring smile, “Of course, love.”

With that they went away to deal with the problem. None of the men told you what they did to the troublemakers and you never asked. They would literally give their life to keep you safe. After that everything just went back to normal.

“Johnny! No!”, you try to pry the beer bottle out of Soap’s hands as he reaches over the counter. “You have to be faster than that, sweetheart!”, he celebrates his achievement and takes a gulp from the beer. “No jukebox for you for a whole week! It’s like I’m dealing with children!”, you give up laughing. Price shrugs his shoulders, “Now you know how I feel.” You lean against the counter watching the boys. Gaz and Soap try to out beat each other in darts, while Ghost gives Cougar some head scratches hidden beneath the table. No one should see what a softie he turns into around you and Cougar.

This is literally perfection for all of you.

   Bonus

“Isn’t that the owner of your favorite bar?”, Laswell hands Price the file after he bugged him for weeks, “Are you sure that’s right?” John shrugs with one shoulder not really interested in getting a lecture, “Yes, just making sure who’s serving me drinks. I’ll take that with me.” He leaves Laswell’s office with the file under his arm. John is going to take his sweet time to read through your past.

Laswell leans back in her chair dialing your number, “He got your file, (Y/N).” She almost can hear you grinning through the phone, “Almost everything is classified so John won’t learn much about me. He just could have asked, you know? Thanks for letting me know, Kate. Greet your wife!”

[cyberghu0l]

Liar

Staying mad at Ellie was impossible. Even in the most heated arguments, she always found her way back to you.

Ellie Williams × fem!reader

Ellie would do anything for you, she made it clear before you guys were together and even now. You wish she wouldn't though, it scared you and sometimes even ended with her hurting herself.

The routine was the same. Come back home and sat in her lap for hours cleaning and bandaging her wounds. The silence was deadly and she knew it. She knew you hated whenever she put herself in harms way for you, but her even being able to be at your side means so much to her already.

You two were out on patrol like any other day, when an infected came your way. "Y/N!" Ellie screamed pushing you behind her, onto the floor. You had little to no time to react, only to watch the infected scratch her face leaving cuts along her cheek. She quickly got her gun and held it up, but to her disappointment, her trigger was stuck. "Shit!" She quickly ducked under the swing that came her way and took out her knife.

It was too fast and knocked it out of her hand pinning her to the floor. You scrambled to your feet after regaining strength and shot the mutant causing it to limp at her side. You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you held after. She moved the now dead infected off her and went to her gun.

"How is the trigger stuck, I just used it this morning." She muttered. You were in shock at how quickly she just got up not even trying to process what happened. You stuck the gun back in your belt and walked away, the gravel beneath you giving away your exit. Ellie perched up and saw you leaving. "Fuck." She cursed. She quickly put her gun in her backpack and ran to catch up with you.

You opened the door to your shared room and dropped your bag at the front. Ellie followed soon after. "Babe?" She questioned, almost waiting for you to say something. You put your hands on your hips and turned around to face her. "Turn your head." You pointed to her right cheek. She turned slowly revealing the cuts. "Jesus fucking Christ Ellie." You huffed out and grabbed the first aid kit. She knew what to do, only this time you sat next to her.

"You know I can't help it." She started.

"You know I can handle myself." You spat.

She must've realized your new spot because she started rubbing her thighs anxiously. "You can't keep doing this Ellie. I know we're bound to get hurt, but please just let me do what you taught me. I know what to do, I can use a gun, and I can handle a knife. Why is that not enough for you?" You finished cleaning the cuts and looked at her. Her green irises stared back at you.

"I know." She sighed. "But can't I just look out for you?" You scoffed. "Unbelievable." You got up off the couch and put away the first aid kit. "I can look out for myself, Ellie." She only sat from the couch, listening. You had this same talk millions of times. You knew she only had your best interest at heart, but you couldn't stand seeing her getting hurt on your own accord.

"I know." She sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry. I keep getting in the way and it's not fair to you. I'll be better. I promise, baby." She stood looking at you with pleading eyes.

Fuck

It was hard to stay mad at her whenever she looked at you like that. You muscled everything up and turned away from her, not wanting to see her. Ellie, on the other hand, knew this well. She smirked and came closer to you, holding your upper frame. Your arms were crossed, but your head turned to look anywhere, but at her.

"Y/N..." She purred.

A smile threatened to spread across your face. "I'm not looking at you. I'm still mad at you. You could've gotten bit again." You spoke. She only laughed at your concern. "I'm immune!" She joked. You held in your laugh. "C'mon!" She couldn't give up, not now. She took your hand, and held it in hers.

"Y/N.." Then she came to your neck, lingering. Only her shallow breaths could be felt. Once she connected her lips, you forgot everything. "Ellie." You breathed out. "I-I'm still mad at you." You stuttered. Your fingers were tangled in her short hair, letting her do anything she wanted. Her kisses trailed up to your lips. She only looked at you with the same pleading eyes. She spoke to you without even opening her mouth. Her eyes said everything.

"Liar."

She pulled you to her, clashing your lips with hers. This wasn't like any other kiss you'd shared. It said sorry better than any word can. "I forgive you." You managed to speak in between. She only smirked.

[margotw10bis]

can write a fic about jungkook being y/n crush where he is popular but he isn't and when he finds out about the crush he rejects her and then the next say sees her at a bar they go home together and yeah he wakes up in her bed the next morning 🙏🙏

If I get this right, Y/N has a crush on Jungkook, a popular guy while she isn't.

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: drabble; request; angst; smut

Words: 3.6k (I got carried away, okay? 😭 I'm sorry)

Synopsis: Confessing to your crush doesn't go as planned. You get rejected immediately... Then why is Jungkook in your bed the next day, naked?

Warnings: crying; heartbreak; alcohol consumption; unprotected sex (this is not smart, don't do that); slight hair pulling -- not edited (sorry for the mistakes guys)

Your head hurts like hell. Once again, you promise yourself to never drink again — until one of your friends asks you to go party. You growl in pain, cursing at the sunshine peaking through the open curtains. You roll around in your bed, trying to hide your face into the mattress or a pillow. You are not ready to bump into something hard and warm. 

Is that…? Someone? 

Jesus Christ, did you drink this much that you ended up with a stranger? You don’t see much of him, only his black hair is facing you. He is sleeping on his stomach, face turned to the other side. Your heart and your breathing stop. You urge your intoxicated brain to remember what happened yesterday. However no memories are found, only a bigger headache. 

You are naked and he certainly is too. You hate yourself for drinking right now. You knew that swallowing down your sorrow with alcohol wasn’t the solution and yet, you did it. And now God is punishing you. 

You try your best to delicately get out of the bed without waking up… fuck, you don’t remember his name. You stay flat on the mattress, only sliding to the side as slowly as possible. When your foot reaches the floor, you want to yell in joy but you freeze instantly when the stranger’s arm warps around you. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

This is bad. Real bad. You turn your head very slowly, ready — or not — to discover with whom you have slept with. Your breathe hitches when you witness a familiar face. Very familiar, to be honest. 

"Jungkook?!" You exclaims 

The said man wakes up abruptly and he frowns in confusion at your sight. 

What the fuck happened yesterday?! 

‧₊˚✧

22 HOURS EARLIER

Your cheek in your palm, you are daydreaming about Jeon Jungkook. You are certainly not the only one but you can’t resist. You mean, the guy is just perfect. Perfect smile with a cute dimple, perfect doe eyes, perfect bubble nose. Perfect large shoulders, firm chest, defined abs and strong thighs. Perfect. 

It is not surprising Jungkook is one of the most popular guys on campus, and it has nothing to do with him being a senior because he was just as popular when he was a freshman. His popularity is due to him being him. Good at every sports, great looks, funny. It is just not surprising at all that Jeon Jungkook is the king of college. 

You can’t even count how many girls are crushing on him. You don’t resent them because you are one of them. Ever since your first year in uni, you have been crushing on him — to be honest, it isn’t too hard to do. 

Feeling like it is now or never because the year is almost over and you’ll grow part ways, you have finally decided to confess. Jungkook has always been nice to you, even sometimes sat next you in class. He has never mentioned the fact that you are not part of the ‘popularity club’ — it’s not something that you are looking for either. 

That is why you send him a DM on Instagram. Pretty much all students follow him, his account having more than 10k followers while, on his side, Jungkook only follows about 200 people — and you are not one of them. Anyway, you ask him to meet you after class near the coffee shop you know he loves. He agrees, your heart immediately racing in your chest. 

At the end of the day, you are waiting for Jungkook. You can’t deny that you are feeling stressed and your bouncing leg is a clear sign of it. You breathe deeply, close your eyes and try to meditate a little in order to calm you down. You have already been through all kinds of scenarii in your head so what could go wrong? 

Deep in thoughts, you are startled when Jungkook’s deep voice lands into your ear. 

"Are you okay?"

His question is a mix of worry and amusement and his sweet smile makes your cheeks burn. You nod and clear your throat. 

"You wanted to talk?" Jungkook asks gently, encouraging you to explain your invitation

It’s true that you are not one to message him a lot. Actually, you’ve never had before. But like you said, it’s now or never. 

"Yeah, I, uh, wanted to tell you something" You start with an unsure voice which makes Jungkook curious

He nods for you to keep going. 

"So, uh" You clear your throat again

Fuck, your hands are sweaty and your heart is beating fast. When did it get this hard to talk? 

"I like you. I have been for a while to be honest and I—"

"Y/N" Jungkook cuts you off and it doesn’t seem good "I’m flattered but I’m not looking for a relationship"

Ouch. It kind of hurts. And it’s embarrassing. 

"You are a nice girl but not really my type. Sorry"

Ouch number 2. It’s even more frustrating when it feels like a sentence he has said numerous times. He seems so detached, and his words automatic like a line he has rehearsed. You don’t like it, at all. 

You can only nod, too embarrassed to do anything else and your throat too dry to say something. You just watch Jungkook walking away from your broken heart. 

‧₊˚✧

10 HOURS EARLIER

Going to the bar seemed a good idea to drown your sorrow. And it has done the trick for a couple of hours, swallowing shots after shots. But now, you are feeling alone and pathetic, which you are to be honest. You were so dumb to confess to Jungkook. Of course, you’re not his type. He is hanging with the most beautiful and popular girls of the school for god’s sake! By clapping his fingers, he has hundreds of girls ready to strip for him. There was no way you could compete… 

You are heartbroken. Truly heartbroken that the guy you have loved for four fucking years has rejected you like that. Like it was easy not to love you back. Like it was nothing to break your little heart. And that, this thought, makes you cry. You have officially reached bottom, crying alone at the bar like in a stupid romcom for a guy who doesn’t love you. 

You don’t even have your dignity unspoiled because this is not a pretty crying. Big rounded tears fall down your cheeks and you loudly sob. The bartender winces at you, wondering if he should do something but he is wise enough to stay away. 

What you don’t know is that Jungkook is in the very same bar as you. Holding a large glass of whiskey, he drinks in one shot, wincing at the strong burn in his throat. 

"Fuck, man!" Mingyu, one of his close friends, exclaims "What are you celebrating?" He jokes

Jungkook replies with a humorless chuckle, playing with his empty glass. He is not celebrating that’s for sure. He doesn’t waste time and orders another drink and swallows it as fast as the first one. He definitely needs to get wasted tonight. 

The alcohol does its work because after a third glass, Jungkook feels slightly numb. He even manages to put a smile on his face. He laughs lightly, scanning the bar but freezes when he spots you. You are alone and you swipe your face to get rid of the tears. Even with the distance, Jungkook can tell. He sighs, weirdly annoyed by the scene. Why are you such a pain in the ass? Couldn’t you stay at home if you wanted to cry? Why did you have to be here? Why did you have to show how much he hurt you? 

"Fucking luck" He growls with gritted teeth and stands up to walk to you 

He grows grumpy, the alcohol certainly making things harder for Jungkook. 

"Go home, Y/N" He orders you with a cold tone 

Your eyes lift up and Jungkook hates how they immediately brighten. Why don’t you hate him? 

"Kookie!" You exclaim but you speak lazily and Jungkook gets that you are completely wasted "Come sit with me, I’m all alone!" You whine and pout while tapping on the empty seat next to you 

Jungkook wonders if he should sit down. It’s probably a bad idea, yet he does it. 

"What do you drink? It’s on me!" You cheerfully announce with a big — or you think because it’s actually a drunken — smile 

The tattooed man sighs. How can you be crying your soul out and then, the very next second, smiling at him as if you were the happiest girl on Earth? 

"Straight whisky" Jungkook mumbles and you order two to the bartender "You’re sure you want one? It’s pretty strong" 

You nod frenetically. 

"It’s okay! I’m happy you’re here"

"What are you doing here?" He asks with annoyance 

"I was sad. You broke my heart" You confess — certainly something you wouldn’t do if you were sober "So I was sad and alone. And I didn’t want to be, so I came here" 

"Are you happy and accompanied now?" He mocks 

"Yes, I am" You reply nonetheless, not noticing the sarcasm in his voice

The two glasses of strong liquor are handed to you. You urge Jungkook to cheer with you, which makes him roll his eyes. What the fuck is he doing here with you? He should be with his friends, enjoying the night. 

"You were mean, earlier" You say at some point "You really hurt me" 

Although, there is no reproach in your tone. You are just saying what you are feeling and it’s weird for Jungkook to hear someone being this honest with him. People usually play a role around him, because they want to be like him, popular. 

"Sorry" He replies with automatism because he doesn’t regret rejecting you 

You shake your head horizontally. 

"I’m happy now, you’re with me" 

You shrug your drink and grab his big hand. It’s warm and comforting and your drunken state doesn’t allow you to notice Jungkook tensing at your gesture. However, he doesn’t move. You are drunk, so what’s the point of scolding you? And Jungkook is not that sober either. 

"Will you drink with me tonight?" You ask with a pout, certainly trying to make puppy eyes

This doesn’t work but Jungkook can’t, oddly, let you alone. Maybe he feels guilty about hurting you, he doesn’t know but, anyway, he accepts and orders other shots. 

As the night grows darker and the drinks more numerous, you scoot closer to Jungkook, almost sitting on his lap. You can’t speak properly anymore, and Jungkook is no better. You both have intoxicated brains. That is why you don’t understand how your mouth lands on your crush’s lips. But you don’t care because it feels good. Really good. 

Jungkook cups your face and kisses you harsher. You feel aroused, that’s for sure and the alcohol in your system doesn’t prevent you from moaning loudly against his mouth. 

"Fuck…" Jungkook whispers in awe at your sounds because it’s fucking sexy and he is only kissing you 

He deepens the kiss, turning it into a real make out session with messy kisses, wet sounds and tongues intertwining. His hands reach down your ass, squeezing it and urging you to straddle him. It’s scandalous, that’s for sure. It’s why the bartender clears his throat and asks you not too kindly to leave. 

"Let’s go to my dorm" You say between two kisses when you step outside 

"Hurry up, I’m fucking hard" Jungkook bluntly announces and your cheeks — already red and hot by liquor — burn 

The heated make out session doesn’t stop when you reach your room. Tongues are dancing together and palms are caressing all kinds of body parts. And soon, your filthy hands peer each other naked. 

‧₊˚✧

PRESENT TIME

Shit, you did fuck with Jungkook... you think. You quickly press the sheets against your body to cover your chest. Which is ridiculous because he has already seen it all. You bury your head in your hands out of shame. 

"I can’t believe it…" You mumble, more to yourself than to Jungkook "Did we… did we, you know, do it?" You gather the courage to ask 

"I don’t know, I was fucking drunk" He answers with a growl due to his hangover "But there is a simple way to find out" 

You tilt your head up, looking at Jungkook curiously. You then realize how good he looks right now. His black hair is messy, his face a little swollen but he is as handsome as ever. The duvet is covering his naked body up to his shoulders but you get a peak at his muscular torso. You seize the opportunity to look at his full sleeve tattoo. You get hypnotized by the inked pattern for a few seconds. He is fucking hot. And he knows it because he is casually laying on your bed, comfortable with his head resting on his palm. 

"Do you feel sore down there?" 

And you shake your head to say no. 

"Then, we didn’t fuck. Trust me, you would still feel it if we had" 

You notice a hint of cockiness in his voice and you can’t believe he is joking right now. He has broken your heart and now he is making fun of you. 

"You’re kidding, right?" You tell him quite harsh — which is unusual of you 

"I’m serious. I’m kind of blessed for that. Haven’t you heard the rumors?"

You surely have. Jungkook is popular, and the words of him having a big dick have spread around campus. And yeah, you were kind of curious to check if those rumors were true but you are not anymore. Jeon Jungkook broke your heart and, someway, you feel even more embarrassed that, even drunk, he didn’t find you attractive enough to sleep with you — and you were fucking naked. 

"Can you please leave?" You whisper because you don’t trust your shaky voice 

Jungkook nods but stares at you. He can tell your eyes are getting watery despite you looking away. It feels odd. Jungkook isn’t pleased to see you hurt, he doesn’t like it. He shouldn’t care, he means, he doesn’t know you much. Just some casual chats during class but that’s it. You’re basically strangers to each other so why does he care? 

"I’m sorry"

The words escape his mouth before he can think. 

You don’t really know if the remaining of alcohol in your system or something else but the moment you look at him and your eyes fall on his attractive lips, you can’t control yourself and kiss him. You are sure he is going to push you away, reject you like he did yesterday because, yeah, nothing has changed. 

But Jungkook doesn’t push you away. Quite the opposite actually because he skillfully slides upon you. You moan at the touch of his hot and naked body against yours. Gosh, he feels so good. His skin is so soft, yet you can feel his strong muscles. 

Your legs part to accommodate his hips between them. His length, that is hardening, brushes against your bare pussy. Jungkook’s hands caress your body: your breasts, your stomach, your thighs but finally settle on your back and neck to hold you close. You feel right in his arms, that’s what comes to his mind at present time and it shakes him a little bit. 

However, you bring him out of his thoughts when you tug on his black locks, moaning against his delicious lips. And Jungkook wants to taste more of you, just like the little appetizing he had would never be enough. Nothing seems to be enough. 

His mouth drifts to your throat, kissing and sucking on your thin and sensitive skin. It pushes you to wrap your legs around his torso and press his cock against your cunt. You need the friction, you are too wet, too aroused to stick to a heavy making out session. You want Jungkook, all of him. 

One of your hands goes South, sneaking between your glued bodies, to find his dick. Jungkook growls against you when you start jerking him off. He is so hard and he feels so big in your hand. He was right: you would definitely be sore if you had fucked last night. 

"Please, fuck me" You beg 

"Shit" Jungkook curses at your filthy words that just state his own wish "Shove it in your little pussy" He orders 

And you do. You grab him at the base and guide his tip at your entrance. He immediately feels your wetness and it’s so fucking hot. Jungkook captures one of your nipples with his mouth while he is pushing inside you. 

You gasp and your walls clench around the intruder. 

"Fuck, you’re tight" He says but his tone almost sounds like a praise 

He doesn’t wait one second before settling a quick pace. You whine and whimper and moan, gripping the sheets to stay down on Earth. Fuck, Jungkook is so good. He is fucking so good. It’s better than anything you have experienced before and you wish it could never stop. 

"Oh my god!" You scream when Jungkook starts drawing circles on your clit

You know you are too loud, so you cup his face and kiss him. He happily welcomes your mouth back, bitting on your lower lip to slip inside. His inked arm still securely holds you tight against him, because you would be pushed up by the force of his poundings but also because he wants to cuddle you. And this is definitely a weird thought coming from Jungkook because he doesn’t do cuddles. 

"Kookie, I’m gonna come" You inform him between two kisses 

He lifts up his torso but his dick strokes are hard and deep, making your tits bounce. The frown on your face — not one guided by pleasure — questions him. Why did he scoot away? You miss his heat. 

"I wanna see you cum" He explains and you nod

He intertwines your fingers on each side of your head and the gesture seems too kind for the sinful act you are making right now. It’s too kind and too dangerous for your broken heart. Yet, you squeeze his big palms tighter. 

Your pussy tightens too around Jungkook’s big cock and you reach your high with a broken cry of his name. Your nails dig into the back of his hand but he doesn’t even notice it.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful" He says softly while he watches in awe your face torn by pleasure 

He shouldn’t say that. He shouldn’t make you more attached to him than you already are. He shouldn’t get attached to you. 

As soon as you have reached down after your orgasm, your mouth opens:

"Make me cum again" 

You are just perfect, Jungkook screams in his head. 

He pulls out, gets a strong grip on your body and flips you around so you can lay on your stomach. Jungkook slightly lifts up your ass and enters you again. The way he is fucking you is intense. His lap slaps your ass perfectly and the sounds your clapping skins create are a clear sign of this being a good fuck. 

He bites your shoulder, making you moan louder. Once again, you are gripping your sheets. Jungkook’s tattooed hand pulls on your hair so he has a better access to your neck to kiss it and mark it. You hear him growls when your pussy clenches around him.

"Fuck, you are so good" He says, not even believing how right it feels to fuck you

His free hand slides between your hot body and the mattress to reach your swollen clit and rub it. Fast. Really fast and you are losing your mind — not caring about your screams of pleasure anymore. You are surely wakening all the students on your floor. 

"Kookie, I’m so close" You whine when Jungkook pinches your bud 

"Cum for me, cum around my cock" 

Despise his naughty words, Jungkook acts tenderly: his hand is no longer tugging harshly on your hair but cupping and caressing your cheek, his arm completely enveloping you in his embrace. You don’t have time to question it because you reach cloud nine. 

Your body is shaking due to your second orgasm and your cunt is so tight that Jungkook’s cock is getting milked. He cums too, filling your pussy with his hot white cum. 

You are both panting and in a sexual high because there is no way Jungkook is sweetly kissing your cheek and cuddling you. But his body feels heavy on yours so there is no way you are imagining it. Your own hands brush his forearm around your waist delicately, afraid that it’ll scare him away. 

Jungkook rolls on the side, realizing that he has just fucked you. It was dumb and yet, he can’t bring himself to regret it. You look at him in silence and he can easily imagine that you are wondering why he has just fucked you if he rejected you yesterday. And you deserve an explanation. 

"Listen, I’m not looking forward a relationship right now, it's not the right time" 

Your heart tightens in your chest and it feels like you are brought 22 hours earlier, when you were confessing — a stupid thing that you regret now. 

"I know" You say quietly "Even if you were, it could be hard. I’m moving to Seattle"

Jungkook’s eyes widen. Seattle? No way, this can’t be happening. 

"I’m moving there too. That’s why I rejected you, I don’t do well with long distance relationships"

"I-It’s—" You stutter, not really knowing how to feel — even if the feeling of hope growing in your chest is hard to mistake "Cool" You finally settle for "Maybe we’ll see each other again then"

Yeah, maybe you’ll meet again. Your story might not be ending at the end of the school year after all. 

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I hope that you like it! 🩷 I didn't think that I could be this inspired but I really liked writing it! Thank you for you request and don't hesitate to send more! 🩷

[always-andromeda]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 “𝐃𝐢𝐨” 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3313

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry, friends. I’ve had this one sitting in my drafts for literally. almost two months. 😬 but no matter, we’re posting this now. I'm a sucker for a dark haired, emo asshole. for those who know me, this attachment was inevitable; forgive me.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (minors, do not interact <3), descriptions of p in v sex, oral, cum play, biting, choking, overstimulation, voyeurism, free use, occasional pet names (princess, baby, good girl, sweetheart), slight elements of sadomasochism, descriptions of cigarette usage, nothing else I can think of!

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

Let's not beat around the bush. Dio is not great when it comes to aftercare. Hell, he's not even good at it. He's not too eager to get cleaned up, preferring to sit in the post-climax haze and revel in how sensitive you still are. He'll teasingly stroke your outer lips or the raw spots on your side where his fingers had been gripping on. But don't expect him to get all cuddly. If you tried he'd scoff, "Jesus, it's way too hot for that. Give me some space, princess." The most praise you'll get from is him whispering, "Good girl," as he strokes your hair.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

Dio is quite fond of his shoulders and arms. They're perfect for caging you into his space. They look good clad in his worn leather and slung around your frame, not so subtly showing the lowlifes that flit around him that he's already got a girl of his own. He's also a huge fan of your neck. Especially how it looks when it's all marked up. Whether you try to hide them or not,  he’s proud to know that he gets to claim you as his own. 

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

This man will cum anywhere but inside of you essentially. He's not looking to have any sort of pregnancy scares and protection isn't exactly always at the ready with him. He kind of has to have a top tier pullout game. Besides, you worked so hard to make him cum, might as well actually see the result of your efforts, right?

Sometimes he'll ask you where you want it, but usually he already has a location in mind and it takes a little bit of convincing to change his mind once he's made it up. But be rest assured, wherever his spend lands, he's swiping up some of it on his finger and making you lick it up. He purrs gently, "C'mon, baby, get it all," and pushes his finger even further past your lips. He won't ease up until you do in fact get it all. And he's definitely kissing you long and hard afterwards. What's better than the taste of him still lingering on your tongue?

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

Dio doesn't feel much shame about anything. But one thing he'll never let you know of is just how much he loves marking you up. And not just from hickies on your neck. Sometimes he'll deliberately dig his fingers a little deeper into your hips while he's fucking you. And he feels a tiny bit guilty when you cry in pain, but it almost immediately dissolves when he pictures the gorgeous bruises that'll bloom over your skin in the coming days. Then he has the audacity to tell you not to put your clothes back on, just so he can trace over those spots, soothing them with the instruments that made them in the first place. He's so proud of himself for being able to pull you apart only to put you back together again.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

Oh, the man is experienced, alright. And he'd never let you forget it. You might be his Queen of Darkness or whatever other punk rock bullshit he spouts, but Dio sure didn't turn into the King of Darkness overnight. And he proves it right from the jump by making you cum four times the first time he hooks up with you. He somehow seems to know just how to navigate every crook and curve of your body and coaxes the best crescendoing climaxes from you. In both the worst and best ways, Dio is like no other person you've been with.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

Dio absolutely loves being ridden. Sure, he can fold you in half and pound you like a champ. But he likes when you take the reins. It gets his blood rushing, having you proudly towering over him, taking his cock. It doesn't even have to involve penetration. Grind down on his thigh or even just his stomach and he'll be so hard that he practically has no choice but to palm himself through his dark jeans while he watches the show.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

He's as serious as a heart attack. Sex with Dio is intense and always leaves some kind of an impact on you. If anyone’s laughing, it’s him chuckling over how much of a mess you are for him. 

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

His dick sprouts from a bush of unkempt, curly, dark hair that trails up his lower stomach. I’m telling you, that bush is thick. And he definitely likes making you bury your nose directly in it when you go down on him. 

𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

Whatever sentimental feelings Dio may have for you, they rarely, if ever, come out during sex. In fact, all of his vulnerabilities are masked by about a dozen different layers of sarcasm, superstitious nonsense, and his superiority complex. So if Dio truly loves you, you'll only see that genuine adoration in little glimpses.

It's the occasional peck on your lips when he's just finished and he's still trying to come back to reality. Or him being a little bit gentler with your body when he's fucking you on your period. Or him kissing old bruises on your thighs and whispering, "Sorry, sweetheart," before diving right into your cunt. It may be a bit cold and shriveled, but there is a heart underneath that sardonic, leather coated exterior.

Sometimes in the midst of this fucked up world, he's tempted to bury himself six feet under. But you drag him right back up from the depths of hell every time. He doesn't make you aware of those feelings often, but when he does, you can't help but almost sob at his moments of fucked up tenderness.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

He's a little bit of a sex fiend, but he's never been the type to actually masturbate that often. Touching himself only gets him so far. He much prefers having someone else to engage with. It’s the power plays and mutual pleasure that really gets him going.

However, when he does masturbate, it’s a slow, burning build up. There’s not an ounce of desperation in his thrusts as he marches himself towards a release before calmly pulling himself back. Dio doesn’t let himself get off that easy. It’s just his hips languidly rolling into his hand. He takes sharp breaths in through his clenched teeth and occasionally lets out a few low moans. It’s a sacred affair that leads to his eyes rolling back in his head and him spurting ropes of thick spend over his toned stomach. Worn out and filled with self satisfaction, that’s when he lets himself kick back.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

Okay, buckle up, because there's quite a few. First and foremost, voyeurism. See the location prompt for elaboration on that point. Bits of sadomasochism here and there. That usually entails some overstimulation, choking, biting, hair pulling from both ends. He just likes sinking his teeth, his tongue, his fingers, his cock, his...everything...into you. He's also particularly fond of making you wear one of his necklaces while he's fucking you. There's something almost hypnotic about the way the pendant bounces against the valley between your tits; he could totally get lost staring at the sight. There's also some traces of a free use kink around everything he does. When the lines between completely innocent and downright filthy are blurred, he's a happy guy.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

Anytime and anywhere. Dio takes a lot of pride in being able to have you anywhere he wants, especially if there's the chance of being seen or heard and especially if those seeing and hearing are the people that hang around him. Nothing strikes intimidation in the hearts of his followers like seeing their idol make a girl scream and cry for him.

Give him a bedroom. A bathroom. A closet. A couch. Even just an empty wall and he can make that moment last forever for you. Maybe it's his demonic powers or maybe it's just his sheer cockiness that has you melting for him. Either way, it's difficult to stay lucid around that man; you're a complete goner.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

A chase. More than anything, Dio enjoys having something to crave. Sure, having you available just for him can be nice, but he also wants to fight for it a little. Even if it's just an illusion of a challenge, that just makes it more exciting for him. 

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

There are very few limits to what Dio would be willing to do. His biggest no would be adding any extra partners into the mix. He doesn't care if anyone else watches. But if there is even the slightest chance that someone might steal his thunder? It brings him completely out of the moment. God forbid one of his friends suggests a threesome. He'll have them on the ground, beaten and bloody within minutes. You're all his; no one else gets to touch. He's a bit possessive (and insecure) in that way.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

While he certainly isn't opposed to giving, he really prefers receiving. There's just something so beautiful about having you on your knees, staring up at him, putting so much trust in him. It's even better if you don't have any experience or at least feign ignorance of having any experience. It gives him a chance to instruct you. He likes being a bit bossy, showing you exactly what makes his toes curl. He'll hold your hair and slowly guide you along the length of his cock, taking his sweet time getting acclimated to the silky smooth warmth of your mouth.

But your lack of experience doesn't grant you any mercy; he'll still find a way to be a bit mean about it. If he's not quite satisfied with the amount of friction, he'll grab your hair and push you down just a little deeper. Just enough to make you gag so he can see the tears well up in your eyes. When you feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat and he finally pulls out, he holds your jaw and orders you to open your mouth just to make sure you swallowed all of what he gave you.

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Depending on how he'd like to torment you, he can go either way. But what he loves most is giving you slow, steady strokes. So leisurely in his movements that your heels dig into his back, urging him to give you just a little more friction. Then, right when you're just about to give up on getting him to listen to you at all, he slams right into you. It knocks the breath from your lungs and makes you let out this halfhearted yelp. And Dio watches as your whole body shakes and seems to crumble even further into the mattress. So, yeah, he can do it fast if he wants to. But there's more fun in making you fall apart with just a little bit of control.

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Of course Dio would love to spend a long while edging you until your legs are trembling and you're begging him to let you cum. But, alas, the outside world exists and he can't always spend his time fucking you no matter how much he would like to.

So, that leads to many quick rounds where he's telling you to keep quiet before putting one hand over your mouth and shoving the other down your pants. It also leads to him breaking out those puppy dog eyes and undoing his belt and the button of his jeans in preparation to ask you to give him one quick ride before you have to go off to work. Just know that regardless of if he's getting or giving that single orgasm, he's going to make it as worth it as possible for the time he's allowed.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Of course he's game for risk in almost every sense of the word. That's the name of the game, baby. However, there are definitely times where he can go a bit too far and boundaries would need to be set. Like if you need a safe word? He's there for it.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

Dio's stamina can be almost impossibly relentless at times. He'll completely ruin you, pull out, cum on your stomach, and flop over beside you. And before it even has any time to begin to dry, he's already looking over you and asking, "Ready to go again?"

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

I'm telling you, this man would love to get his hands on one of those remote controlled vibrators. They might be on the pricier side but it's completely guaranteed that he'd make every penny completely worth it. He'd keep the controller in one of his big jacket pockets and pat it teasingly whenever you mouth off or tease him a little too much in front of his friends. When you finally push the envelope, he'll simply lean over and whisper in your ear, "You forced my hand, baby," and chuckle when you start to squirm for him.

I also see him being the type that would love to have some sort of bed restraint system. Sure, he'd like to get you all restrained. But he'd like it if you got him all hooked up instead. We know that he likes being presented with a challenge. And being all tied up to a bed frame is yet another hurdle for him to attempt to jump over. But don't get it twisted, he's not whining and begging anytime soon. It's more like he's daring you to touch him, to make him strain against the ropes and grasp for any inch of your skin that he can get to. "Make me want it, baby," he'd sneer defiantly, only egging you on more.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

This man is top tier when it comes to teasing. He has this way of coming off so gentle, so innocent, and so enticing. His voice would get so raspy and soft and he'd look at you like you're the only thing that he could ever truly worship. He'll play the game and be nice to get you where he wants you and as soon as he does, a switch flips and he turns into the cockiest little monster imaginable. He finds it so humorous when you squirm upon feeling his hot breath. "What? Is my little princess getting impatient?" he chuckles. But he won't hear anything about how he was literally begging to be between your legs just a few minutes ago. He has ways to make sure you don't question him.

Dio is not only proficient in the art of teasing but he is also a huge fan of being teased himself. He fantasizes over the way your fingers ghost over his tan skin and leaves him shivering. Even just your eyes drinking up his lean figure while he's under you renders him speechless. He's completely at your mercy and you better savor it because it won't happen often.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Don't expect to be hearing any sort of whimpering or whining from him (the majority of the time). But you can expect to hear some deliciously loud, low groans and dramatic sighs. He also has a tendency to curse under his breath, his voice all raspy and drawn out. One of his favorites, especially when he's sinking into you is, "Oh, fuuuuck, baby," followed by a relaxed chuckle. If he's feeling good, you're going to know all about it.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

Two words. Nipple piercings. I just know he has them. At first it was a choice he made for aesthetic purposes. He's got loads of other shiny accessories, what's another one for the collection? But the biggest perk was definitely his nipple sensitivity skyrocketing. That's when they become more of a little secret he keeps instead of something he flaunts openly. He tends to wear baggy clothing so only those who are lucky enough to sleep with him get to see them (and use them against him). Spoiler alert: he'll whimper a little bit if you suck on them just right.

𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

He’s close to six inches when hard and on the skinnier side but he knows how to use it well. The underside of his shaft is lined with a prominent vein that is a little bit intimidating on his tan skin. Definitely circumcised with a slightly darker, bulbous, mushroom head tip. It's a somewhat manageable size but he wields it like a weapon.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

You never quite know what you're going to get with Dio. If he's in one of his moods, he makes a point to abstain. Sometimes coming doesn't give him the release of stress that he's looking for and he straight up gets bored with going through the motions. But when that craving comes back? Get ready for a big storm.

Look forward to him thoroughly pounding into you, chasing every cry you let out as his balls slap against you. He'll grab at your thighs and hike your legs up just to get the perfect angle, working his way impossibly deeper into you. Get ready for him to be spreading you open and lapping at your cunt like he's a starving man. He'll be licking up every ounce of you and growling at the taste while palming himself through his jeans. In those moments, he swears that he doesn't need to take any drug ever again. He's completely and utterly high off your aura and he'll never need another fix again. Every once in a while he'll purposely go cold turkey because he knows that when he lets out all that feral energy, it's going to feel fucking fantastic. 

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

Dio is the type to need a cigarette after having sex. No matter how hard he cums, he'll have that buzz running through his system and feels like he needs that dose of nicotine to keep it going. It never really hits the way he wants it to. As soon as he's done, he puts the cigarette out on the ashtray on the bedside table and puts his arm around your shoulder. Then he stares down at you, chest heavy and beaming with pride at his mangled toy. He glistens in sweat and somehow looks like a god, though you know he'd oppose that immediately if you said it. Instead, you let him kiss you like he'd kissed that damn cigarette and you taste its smoky residue and the nutty undertones. But it's the bitterness that takes over. It's always bitter when it ends, always.

[ciaoteamo]

Curiosity killed the cat

pairings: james sullivan x reader

summary: You always get woken up by Sully at midnight when he comes out of your closet. But this time, you made sure to stay up, you were on a mission.

warnings: 18+ content, prob grammar errors

further warning: monster!sex, growling, marking, breeding, size difference, crying, sneaky sex, overstim

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3 Days. You had only 3 more days until summer was over and you start your third year in college.

Your major is chemistry. Science was something you found a little simpler than most subjects. You didn’t think it was that cool, but Sully? He loved it.

He enjoyed you telling him about what you learned for the week, sometimes asking you to do kiddy experiments too.

He was so adorable in that way, you always wondered if they all were like that on his side of the world. Is it something completely unreal? Or was it the same?

You always asked him to take you but he told you about how dangerous and fearful the monsters were. He actually told you about some little girl he used to see named Boo.

You could tell she was like a daughter to him. That’s actually how the two of you crossed paths, he climbed in your door one day by accident, looking for her.

You remembered how scared, confused, and interested you were in him. In someways, you still felt those feelings toward him, but recently, you’ve found yourself fantasizing about him.

You were always one to chase after your dreams, this time in a more literal sense. Tomorrow you have to leave and it wouldn’t be for another few months until you’d see him again.

Besides, how often do people get the opportunity to be in this situation? Sleep on a huge soft monster that visits you three times a week, have someone who has the same interests as you, have someone you connected with on a deeper scale.

Anyways, it’s time to get into the now. You check your alarm clock. 11:46. He should be coming soon. You have out his favorite snacks, fresh sheets, dim lighting, slightly revealing silk pjs, and usually you had on a hair wrap, this was a special occasion however, so you took it off and made yourself look pretty.

Your confidence was high, it felt like you were about to ask some younger shy person if it was true that they had a crush on you.

You suddenly hear your closet hangers knock against each other. You intensely stare at the door, losing your confidence as the seconds pass.

“geez, you’ve been shopping too much” James emerges from the doorway with a smirk. It was quickly replaced by an ecstatic expression once he laid eyes on the food.

“you know what, i should take this back then” You joke, pretending to pack up the cuisine.

“no no! i’m sorry” He chuckles, holding your hand in place to stop you. You look down and look up at him, he takes his hand off and awkwardly apologizes.

“how have you been?” You ask, smiling as you watch him devour everything.

“oh real good, guess who got a promotion” He dusts his shoulders.

“congratulations! you deserve it” You say.

“thanks, been working hard enough” He chuckles.

You talk and joke around while you eat the food, joking each other in the process. He tells you stories about his college days, some of it had you laughing so hard that your stomach was hurting.

When he finished you turned up the television, and comfortable silence was initiated after the last bite.

“so, we aren’t going to talk about you leaving soon?” He says flatly.

“well..” You look away.

“come on (N/N), you’re leaving in three days, we have to find something to send you away with!” He semi pouts.

“um…” Your heart was in your ass. You got this (Y/N). If anything goes wrong you can just never come back. You only live once.

“i mean it just doesn’t feel right that i got all this good food when you’re the one going away” He babbles on.

“…we could kiss…” You interrupt him quietly.

“hm?”

Jesus christ. “i said we could kiss..” You look away. You get silence in return and turn back to him, moving yourself closer to the head of the bed to hug yourself.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to… i just-“ Your words were cut off by a gentle kiss on the lips. You’re shocked at first, but you close your eyes and move your lips on rhythm with his soft ones.

The moment was blissful, strangely enough, both of you kept your hands to yourselves. Your tongues tasting everything both of you just ate.

Your breathing starts to get out of hand, resulting in both of you pulling away to regain composure.

“wow” He sighs.

“wow is right, i didn’t expect that” You raise your eyebrows.

“you didn’t expect that? what made you suggest that?” He counters.

“um” Your cheeks tingle as you turn away. “just curious”

“curious?” He echos.

“yeah..”

“curiosity killed the cat you know?” He questions.

“that’s what i’m hoping for” You look back at him.

“huh?” He asks.

“nothing, never mind” You pull your covers over you.

“no, i want to know” He tugs at the comforter.

Should you just tell him a convincing lie? It’s worked before… maybe just tell him to leave? no, you’ll feel bad. Screw it.

“well you know how we… both… like experiments?”

“..yeah”

“i want to do one”

“what did that have to do with what just happened?” He raised an eyebrow.

“well… i want to go further” Your cheeks were on fire now. All of this explaining was making it worse.

“further…” He frowns at you while he thinks.. “ohh!” He says. “oh..” His repeats at realization. “are you sure?”

You nod your head and glance away a few times. “it’s okay to say no, we can just watch tv”

“no? why would i say that? look at you” He frowns. “i’m sorry, not like that”

“it’s fine” You nervously brush off.

“i’m just nervous” He admits. You both were, it only took one of the two to get things started, and you decided it would be you.

“i just want you, Sully” You lean forward and place a hand on the side of his face. “i have for a while” You look away from his eyes to stare down at his parted lips.

“i-i uh, i don’t know what to say” He subconsciously leans in with you.

“don’t say anything” You whisper onto his lips before kissing them. This time, the kiss went from passionate to hungry very quickly. Your hands left the blanket behind and substituted it for his long fur.

The heat between the two of you was becoming unbearable. Your small mouth feeling an enlarged version of everything in his.

His hands were rubbing up and down your sides, they were so big, it made you feel like a toy in his arms. He reached to slide off your top and you assisted him.

The chilly room air hit your nipples and it made your spine tingle. The feeling didn’t last long though, sully’s hands warmed them right up. Your moans were swallowed by him, you refused to break the kiss.

He massages you in such an erotic way, it has you convinced that this isn’t his first time. He pulls away from the kiss, eyes low, and a short string of spit connecting your lips.

He heads right for your neck, leaving wet kisses and occasionally sucking on it. He ended up finding a sweet spot, it made you wriggle in front of him.

You were practically on his lap now, holding him close by the neck, not wanting it to stop. You suppressed your moans careful to not wake your parents up.

He nibbles at the area. “you alright?” His voice traveled down your spine and right into your core.

“mhm” You manage. He trailed kisses from your neck, to your now firm nipples. The grip on his fur tightened once he took one into his mouth, going in circles with his thick tongue.

You begin to feel something press against your clit, you slightly jolt but begin to gently rock your hips back and forth on it, gaining a grunt from Sully.

This is him? There’s no way that thing is fitting, just based off of the bulge. Sully kisses you down the center of your stomach and at this point you were flat on your back.

He slides your shorts off with ease, revealing your lacy panties. He stared into your very existence with his bright blue eyes and took his time using his teeth to pull them down to your ankles. Warm air from his large nose briefly warming your pulsating clit during the process.

You were beyond horny after that. You could’ve rode one of his horns for all you cared now. He tossed the underwear aside and hovered over you.

“i’ve never actually done, this before” He says, glancing down at your vagina.

“mm what?” Your voice was absolutely laced with carnal desire. You could see his demeanor change for a brief moment.

You couldn’t be surprised about that. You were on display under him, hot and ready, soaking in anticipation of his next move.

He doesn’t wait, he dives right in to you. Sucking at your clit and licking your entrance, you literally had no idea how, but you couldn’t even breath at the moment.

Your thighs flexed and your hole clenched around nothing. Your hips were rocking with your movements as your eyes watered from holding back your moans.

“this any good?” He deep voice almost sent you over the edge, making you freeze.

“mhm” Was all you could get out without being too loud. He lifted your legs onto his shoulder and your head was barely touching the bed as you were now almost upside down.

He plunged his long tongue deep into you. You immediately grab a pillow and shove your face into it to shut up.

Your legs shook as you cried in pleasure. With one last thrust of his tongue, you were sent over the edge, it all went white for a moment and you let your moans melt into the cushiony pillow.

“that” He suddenly says. Your breathing was heavy and beads of sweat decorated your body as you came down from your high.

“huh?” You asked, confused.

“i’ve never done that before” He admits.

“damn… could’ve fooled me” He puts your legs down and you take time to catch your breath.

“you tasted amazing though” He smirked.

“proof?” You manage.

He leans over and puts his hands on either side of you, pulling into another deep kiss. You were lifted off of the bed this time though and wrapped your legs around him.

“(Y/N).” He almost never says your name so this took you a little by surprise.

“yes?”

“if this becomes too much, please tell me” He says seriously.

“a safe word?” You ask.

“i guess so”

“i vote crepe” You say.

“oh i love those” He licks his lips and looks down at yours.

“i know, you could hear that word a mile away” You joke before kissing him. He’s up at this point, and it’s very prominent.

His penis was almost touching your asshole while he was holding you, it was surreal, how big it was. He was slowly moving your moving your slick folds over his length, coating it well.

You could feel him pulsating under you. “put it in” You break the kiss and speak. He lifts you up a bit and gently lowered you.

Your mouth fell open with the girth, you knew this wasn’t being stretched to the max but damn was it close.

He tried to go slow and talk you through the pain and you just wanted him to rip off the bandaid. He took your advice and bottomed out.

You knew he was touching your cervix, there was no way to not do it with that length. Your toes were curled and he moaned at the feeling of your wet and tight walls sucking him in.

He slowly lifts you off and lowers you again. This was repeated until until you were finally feeling pleasure instead of pain. You already knew you were absolutely ruined after this experience.

His grunts and your whimpers were almost overcoming the volume of the television. You put a finger under to his mouth as a sign for him to quiet down.

He looks at you with doey eyes and knitted eyebrows. Well fuck me. That look was going ti drive you insane.

You toss your head back and he quickens the pace. Your whole body relaxed as it prepares for the second orgasm.

Your eyes were blurry from glossing over, and your hands were gripping at his which were on your hips.

The thrusts were getting sloppy from him, you knew he was getting close. “Sully, don’t do it in me” You moan out. He pulls out and uses your clit and wet folds to rub himself off.

He eyes almost shut while he looks down at you, still with knitted eyebrows. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, catching some of his seed.

He watched as you deviously licked away the substance. He doesn’t say anything while heavily breathing, just pits you on the bed and flips you over.

“you tasted good t-“ You cut yourself off with a large moan after he thrust into you. You covered your face with a pillows agains and pray that you weren’t heard.

His grip on your wasn’t letting up on you as he pounded hard. Sounds of muffled slaps from your skin and his fur were all you heard.

He grabbed both of your hands and held them back to continue, you couldn’t do anything but hum in order to stay quiet.

He got close to your neck and began lowly growling. You curse to yourself as you feel yourself getting close again. His mouth kissed at your sweet spot again before hitting it. You hissed for a moment but quickly the pain was overthrown by pleasure.

Everything was amplified, you were coming, it went white again and your legs flexed. Sully wasn’t slowing though and you couldn’t even used a hand to slow him.

His penis was practically lifting you into the air right now while he went after his high. The room goes silent as you feel an tsunami of pleasure attack you.

You couldn’t hear anything but you felt Sully cum inside of you. Your fucked out mind however, could care less. Your body goes limp and your hearing comes back.

“i’m sorry are you okay?” He frantically asks.

“y-… i-“ You just stay silent and nod. Your cheeks wet from the tears that rolled down your face. What. The fuck.

Your body was trembling from the overstimulation and the chilly air. “James, that was my favorite experiment” You say between breaths.

“heh, mine too” He chuckles. “sorry about your neck..”

“it honestly made it better” You brush him off and get up. “maybe next time let’s see if we can fill a few scream canisters” You smirk.

You see him slowly getting another erection and you scurry away.

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You lay on Sullys broad chest, nuzzling into his fur while you watch your show. You still couldn’t really believe that it all happened. It was great.

“wait, i get it now, you wanted curiosity to kill the cat, that ‘cat’!” He randomly sits up.

You laugh. “yes Sully, late as always” At least it didn’t go over his head in the end.

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[cathers-world]

hey!

i wrote a thing for the sub!wilbur prompt you got but im too shy to post it myself so im sending it to you through asks

cw explicit sexual content, edging, denial, pet play

"Stop shaking your leg it's distracting me!" your co-worker Kate says from the other side of the desk.

"Sure," You hadn't even realized you were shaking it to begin with. It's been hard to focus on anything really. This whole week feels like a blur you barely remember, with the only thing clear being Wil. Your Wil.

You clockout for the day, 'thank fuck it's finally the weekend.' and drive home. Fingers tapping on the steering wheel, barely focusing on the road in front of you as you go back to daydreaming about your good pup.

"I'm hoooooome." You announce and take your shoes off waiting for the usual eager response, but nothing. "Baby?" You glance over at the shoe rack, there doesn't seem to be a pair missing so he is probably not out.

"Wil? Are you napping?" You whisper as you slowly push the door open. And smile at the sight. He is in a deep asleep, his messy curls all over his forehead as his chest slowly rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm. So gorgeous. So innocent.

'Jesus christ! ' You squeeze your thighs together a bit huffing at the fact that him looking cute is all it takes for your body to go crazy. He doesn't even have to do anything; it's frustrating sometimes. How can one be so effortlessly hot?

You remember the first time you met him. Your friend introduced you to each other and you couldn't stop but tell him how you think he is so beautiful instantly. It came out without your permission. Your brain needed the man in front of you to know he looks angelic no matter if you ever ended up with him or not.

And here he was years later, laid asleep on your bed, the most amazing thing to ever happen to you.

"Hey, pup," You whisper as you slowly crawl into his side. Rubbing his back and kissing his forehead, "I'm home, love." You watch as his breathing changes and his eyes open, "Your eyes are so fucking cute, baby." You mutter out the compliment, he smiles and drags you in for a sweet kiss.

"Hey, you. I missed you," He says caressing your face. "I missed you too pup...so fucking much..." His expression changes at the pet name, or rather the way you say it. He knows that tone of voice. He craves it more than anything. It's all he can think about and dream of in the past few years.

You can almost see him slipping into subspace by the way his eyes glaze over. Or how his mouth goes slightly agape, silently begging for your figers. He is so cute. You watch as he moves his legs ever oh so slightly, trying to hide his desperate need.

"I need to keep you edged out for longer puppy, you are such a good boy when you are all denied and desperate, love." You say with a little smirk on your lips. You reach your right hand to his face, and start playing with his bottom lip.

"You have the most perfect lips you know that Wil? It's like gods themselves carved them." You say staring at you thumb, tracing his plump bottom lip and the perfect arch of the top one. You hear him whimper, and you feel it on your thumb too.

"Please..." He pleads with his puppy eyes staring right at you. God he is so gorgeous. "Please what puppy? What do you want?" You say, it's been years and yet he hasn't learned that he needs to use his words...or mayhaps he likes you coaxing it out of him.

"I...fuck," He whines and hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Poor baby is too edged out to function?" You giggle out the words, it's amusing but also oh so arousing, you can practically feel your wetness on your underwear. You love seeing him so needy...so needy for Your touch. Your good boy.

"Yea, I am," He says with a chuckle. "I had to stop myself from humping the pillows this morning after you left, baby." He breaths the words against your skin, still holding onto your back for dear life, "I need you so bad, love. It hurts." He whines as he tries to get even closer to you somehow.

"Awwwww babyyyyy. I'm so proud of you for stopping yourself and being a good boy. You are such a perfect pup for me." You coo as you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull it, maybe a bit rougher than necessary just to get a reaction out of him. It works, he whines as he looks at you again, eyes locked with your, god you wish he knew how gorgeous he really was like this.

"What is it that you want, darling? Use your words my pretty boy." You say playing with his hair and slowly rubbing his back. He whines, trying to force the words out of himself as his shyness begs him to stop, "I want you to fuck me, love. Please. I need to feel you around me. I need you so bad. I need to rut into you because it's the only way for my body do calm down. Please, I'll do anything, my love." He rushes the words out before hiding his face in your neck again.

"Fucking hell, Wil." You say now fully yanking his hair back, "You are driving me insane, pup." You say as you carsh your mouth into his.

i uhhhh i can write the rest but didnt know if you were comfortable with full smut in your asks. if you are you can let me know and i can send you the other part.

-subbur anon

Write.the.rest.

Also I’m 100% ok with head cannons/one shots in my ask’s!!

[plainemmanem]

steve thought of the day:

taking showers together <3

ok i imagine showers with steve going two ways:

sweet and loving OR hot and steamy

let’s talk about the sweet one first🤭 i feel like most of your showers are like this. both of you kind of just doing your own thing, occasionally passing the shampoo or switching sides to get to the water, it’s so domestic and natural and sweet. like second nature:)) i do think you wash each other’s hair for sure. steve always asks for you to do it because “you can see what you’re doing” but you know it’s just because he likes the little scalp massages you give him.

“hey hey, don’t miss any spots ok.”

“relax, steve, it’s not the end of the world.”

“…. have you seen me…?”

he does yours, too, and it’s very sweet and gentle and he takes his time and he’s very focused. he’ll rub your scalp and sneak down to your temples a little. he’ll pull your hair back into a makeshift ponytail and plant a little kiss on your nose before he tips your head back under the water, making sure to wipe away any extra soap and keep the water out of your eyes.

he pulls that cute little scrunched-up face when he puts his head under the water because he hates getting soap in his nose and his eyes. sometimes he’ll take you under the water and wrap his arms around you for a few minutes, just to be close to you and take you in.

“steve, we’re gonna run out of hot water.”

“oh shit, yeah, you’re right-“

he’ll get out with you and wrap the towel around your arms then grab one for himself and he always ruffles his hair dry with it and he looks so perfect it hurts. he’ll rub your arms over the towel to warm you up and he FOR SURE wears his towel around his hips and you’re like hnnnggg i need to jump him😵‍💫

ok now for the steamy showers 🫠 18+

once again, they start out pretty innocent, just little lingering stares and fond smiles, nothing crazy..

but then he’s tilting his head back into the water and his adam’s apple is bobbing and his mouth is just a tad agape and his hair is slicked back and now you’re squeezing your thighs together. and then he does that really hot thing where he wipes the extra water off his face and squeezes his nose DO YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT GOD-

you always have to busy yourself to hide your warming cheeks. he doesn’t notice, but the energy definitely shifts.

and then there’s you, pretty pink loofa rubbing up and down your arms and your soft skin brushing against his when you shuffle around him or reach for the shampoo. not to mention the suds dripping down your body has him loosing his mind.

and then you look up at him under your lashes. your face is a little wet and you’re holding your arms over you chest a little self consciously even though he’s seen you a hundred times. you look so innocent but your eyes hold nothing but heat. then your gaze rakes down his body and you’re biting your bottom lip and he just pounces on you.

he’s kissing you so hard and pushing you up against the shower wall you almost slip but he catches you with a chuckle and it’s so deep and gravelly oh jesus and the cool wall pressed against your hot body shocks your system. you press your front to his and his lips still haven’t left yours and the kisses feel even hotter than the water. he’s grabbing at your jaw and your wet hair and everything is just so slick and wet and it’s turning you on even more. he’s so desperate and he’s grabbing and kissing any part of you he can reach, he’s literally frantic.

you pull back to take a few breaths and steve’s hoisting your leg around his waist, holding you up against the wall, and his dick is hard against your other thigh. it’s definitely a precarious position, but you manage as he peppers kisses and nips all along your collarbones and your neck and shoulders.

the only sounds are the water and the occasional profanity or moan from you two, and you can barely breathe between his kisses and the steam swirling around you.

eventually, he’s able to slip inside you and he makes the prettiest noise you’ve ever heard i stg. and then he’s slamming into you and pressing you against the wall and it’s so hot and you’re just gripping onto him by the shoulders and the neck and the arms, trusting that he won’t let you fall. your leg around his waist pulls him in tighter and your other foot is just on your tip toes and he’s stretching you so good… he’s panting into your neck telling you he’s close and you’re just like “cmon baby, you can cum for me” and he does and it’s so intimate and hot that you cum, too.

for a minute, you both just freeze, heaving, half under the water, gripping onto eachother. slowly, he lowers your leg to the ground and he kisses every inch of your face, his hands on your cheeks. he helps you wash off and he’s so gentle with you, like he’s gonna break you.

you honestly can’t do much but stand there and hold him against you as you try and catch your breath, so he washes your hair for you and your face and he’s clutching you so close and kissing you so passionately you think you might cry before he’s turning the water off and helping you dry off with a “you did so good for me, hon, lemme help you, ok?” WHEW

[thengrace]

24 things I learned at 24.

Thank God, continuously thanking God is so important, it moves us from the earthly perspective into a heavenly perspective, it shifts our entire minds to be reminded of how powerful God is, how far He has brought us, what He is going to do.

Trust your gut, what it's telling you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, the reality is that it's usually right.

It's okay for friendships to end, it's okay that things didn't work out, sometimes seasons change and with that, comes the end of certain relationships.

You shouldn't strive in a relationship, and this goes for friendships or romantic relationships; it shouldn't feel like a chore to make plans or talk, it should feel natural, and easy, that doesn't mean there won't be conflict, but it should feel like both people are equally invested. And if not, it's one-sided.

Always wait for what you deserve, whether that be a friendship or a romantic relationship, we shouldn't compromise because we are lonely or bored, that's not going to fulfill you.

Sometimes God has us wait to teach us patient and to depend on Him, instead of asking Him to hurry up, ask yourself, what can I do in this waiting period to prepare myself for what He has for me?

It's okay to feel all your emotions, the good, the hard, it's important to let yourself go through the cycle of emotions, learning to sit with your feelings is healthy, no matter how uncomfortable it is.

If something still bothers you after many days, that's a sign you should speak up and tell the person that hurt you how you feel, you'll feel so much better afterwards.

Conflict is necessary, and healthy, and no matter how much you hate it, you cannot avoid it. Conflict will help you grow in many ways.

Sitting in the silence with God is so important, the enemy wants nothing more than for you to be distracted, but God is calling us to deep contemplation of His Word and to sit at His feet and listen to what He has to say.

Tell others how you feel, what you're struggling with, don't let your story be, "I was alone and didn't have anybody," but instead, "I told that one person I trusted and there was healing."

Everyone makes choices and you can't save everybody, once you realize that, it'll change the way you show up in relationships. We have to let God work too.

Jesus is Savior, not me. I'm not responsible for someone's choices or sinfulness, I can pray for them, but at the end of the day, God simply wants me to be a vessel of His mercy, He alone has the power to save.

True friendship will survive long-distances, changing seasons, and once you find that, hold onto it dearly.

We're never alone, even when we feel at our lowest, cry out to God, tell Him exactly how you feel, no matter how scary or dark it may be, God is listening to us, and wants to be our Comforter.

Worship changes things, when we simply get to that secret place and worship the Lord, there's a change in our hearts and in the heavenly places.

It's okay to live a simple life, to not make the most money or be the most "successful" person in your family, as long as we are doing the work of the Lord, that's successful in the eyes of the Lord.

Pray unceasingly, when you wake up, when you're driving somewhere, God is a Friend, and He is always available and can be found in the everyday moments like driving to work or going to the gym.

It's okay if your prayers sound like, "God, I don't know what to do." God can take it, no matter how "ugly" it may be.

God is a Provider and a God of completeness, and if He brings you through one part of a trial, why wouldn't He stand with you until it's completed?

There are so many prayers that won't be answered for years, but God is still working, no matter how long it takes, be faithful in prayer, God will bless your faithfulness.

Remember the old things you loved to do, and continue to do them. Don't forget what makes you joyful, like an old skill or hobby that you used to find comfort in, those things will still bring joy even years later.

Don't spend too much time on things that might bring out the worst in you, like social media, it's wisdom to know what is your weakness, and to abstain from it.

Above all, trust God. Trust that He has good intentions for you and that He is going to get you through whatever infirmities, internal struggles, and relational issues you are dealing with. We have a good God.

[misspearly1]

Oh Joel Miller's smut majesty, could you please comment how our dearest DILF would react if reader got to wear thigh highs socks?

Why yes of course, my lovely. I most certainly can comment on this idea of yours 😏.

Okay, so I think that Joel would take a double look when he sees you wearing them for the first time. It's something new for him and maybes he's a little confused as to how/why thigh socks can be so sexy. They're just socks, but now that he knows how sexy they look on you, he wants to see you wearing them almost all the time.

Andddd, of course I thought of a little scenario when I first read this ask from you and had to type it up. I'm a hoe for Joel - always, so I couldn't help myself Nonnie. I just needed to see this little scene in my head in writing hehehe.😏 I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Joel's POV. Reader being a subtle tease. Surprise boner? (Joel being a little embarrassed about his boner) Dirty talk. Mentions of Sex and Self-pleasure. Hints of Joel being Rough. Fade to black sex.

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The soft thumping sounds of your feet walking across the laminated flooring first caught Joel's attention and when he tore his eyes away from the book he was reading in the lounge, the piece of clothing you decided to wear this chilly November evening was the second thing that caught his attention - all of his attention.

The man even took a double look and blinked his eyes twice to see if he was seeing things clearly because he's never seen you wear thigh high socks before. It's foreign to him, something new, but is he complaining about it? Yeah, actually. He does have a little complaint about them.

"What are you wearing?" He calls out and holds the groan stuck in the back of his throat. Abandoning his book and now using his free hands to hold them over his crotch instead, the only reason Joel has a little complaint about this new piece of clothing of yours is because he has never felt a physical reaction so quick before. They're just socks...but goddamn do they look so good on you and it's stirring something fierce between his legs.

"Thigh high socks," You reply blanky over your shoulder while fixing yourself a hot cocoa. "It's getting colder every day and sometimes I just don't want to wear pants. You know how it is-" You move towards the cupboard, reaching for his owl mug. "-Want me to make you a hot cocoa too, babe?" You ask.

"Yea-no, no," He stutters, choking on that groan in his throat. "I already have some tea here, darlin'. Thanks." He follows your movements like a hawk, tilting his head to the side and drinking in the image of your legs. The socks are white, just plain and simple, paired with one of his grey sweaters. It's big on you, but unless you stand straight and don't move around too much, it keeps everything above your thighs concealed. For example, the white panties you are wearing underneath that he's almost certain are thongs because there's just so much ass showing when you lean over the counter slightly to reach for the sugar.

When you stand up and straighten your back again, his sweater drops down and hides what he's staring at so fucking hard, which is giving him a raging boner. But there's no escape because now he's back to staring at your thighs in those socks again, back to sweating bullets over his own dirty minded thoughts of grabbing handfuls of the exposed meaty flesh for leverage as he pulls you onto his cock. Jesus. Joel hasn't felt this desperate since you wore that little two-piece lingerie for him last summer, but that's different. Lingerie is supposed to be sexy, but socks aren't... right?

"Are you playing with me, girl?" Joel finally asks. He couldn't take it anymore, especially not after you leaned over the counter again, this time making no effort at all to keep anything concealed from his hungry eyes as the sweater rode up your ass and your purposely arched your back. You did. He knows you did it purposely and it's driving him crazy too. Makes him feral.

"No." You turn abruptly, insulted by his tone of voice. "What's the matter with you right now?" You ask with furrowed brows, and he swears there was a little tug on the corner of your lips, as if you were fighting the urge to smirk, but he couldn't tell for sure. Not this far away.

So instead, the man just narrows his eyes and plays it cool - for now. "N-nothing... You comin' to join me?" He asks, to which you nod and exit the kitchen with your hot cocoa in hand. Joel turns to face to TV now and suddenly becomes aware of the large tent in his sweatpants. He keeps one of his hands held over his crotch, hiding his embarrassment for being turned on by so little exposure from you. He usually has a lot more composure than this, usually has the ability to control himself better, but those thigh high socks of yours are something new to him: something he wants you to wear while he fucks you until he's breathless.

Walking by him and setting down your cup onto the table, the amount of steam flowing out from the beverage makes his face contort with worry. "Babe, that's way too hot-" He looks at you now, shaking his head, "-When do you plan to drink it? Tomorrow?"

"Hm. I like it when you're sarcastic." You mumble, nostrils flaring as you stifle a giggle. "But to answer your question, no, I don't plan to drink it tomorrow." You move to take a seat and catch him off guard when straddling his lap instead of sitting beside him. The man huffs out a heavy wanton breath, laden with arousal and sexual frustration as you remove his hand away from his crotch and replace it with your burning heat. "Until my cocoa cools down, handsome-" You look up into his hungry brown eyes, hazed with passion and lust. "-We can have some fun."

"I knew it." Joel growls, his eyes dragging up and down your body as he reaches out to slip his hands up your legs and grip your thighs. "I knew you were playing with me, girl. Barely covering yourself up, wearin' these socks and my sweater with that pretty little white thong-"

"And bending over the counter for you to see my ass," You cut him off and finish his sentence confidently with a cockiness to your tone of voice. "Yeah. I did all that Joel, and then some." You dangle the bait, hoping he'll take it - which he did.

"And then some?" He tilts his head mockingly while pulling you over his bulge to ease some of the ache in his cock. "Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" He asks, to which you have great pleasure answering for him by lifting the sweater to show the mess you left in your panties. The soaking wet mess. "This is what I mean-" You pout jokingly with big doe eyes. "-You were reading your book and I was horny, so I just took care of myself upstairs, only..."

"Only it wasn't enough." The man answers for you this time, taking the words right out of your mouth as he was absolutely correct. It wasn't enough; it never is when you pleasure yourself. Sure, it helps ease some of the frustration, but most of the time it just leaves you a whining mess for more. So, the thigh high socks and the subtle teasing was your plan to get what you want, and it worked magnificently.

"Those hands aren't as big as mine, huh?" Joel asks rhetorically while rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb over your thighs. "I'd usually ask what you want, but not tonight, doll." He removes one hand from your thigh and slips it inside his sweatpants instead, freeing himself eagerly. His cock springs back and slaps his lower stomach, beads of pre-cum already leaking out of the angry red tip before he swipes it up with his finger and brings it to your lips. "Open." He says coldly, not asking, but ordering you to.

You open your mouth and take his finger inside, humming contently at the salty taste of his desire on your tongue while maintaining his direct line of sight, as if wordlessly testing his patience with only a simple look in your eyes. "So," You whisper seductively as he pulls his finger away from your lips, "How is tonight different, Joel? Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" You throw his own words back in his face, using them beautifully to push his buttons in the very best way.

"Oh..." He chuckles deeply and drops his gaze between your legs to pull your panties to one side. "Look at you, Y/N. Acting so confident and full of yerself...Well, tonight's different because I'm gonna take what I want and make you cum so much that you'll beg for my mercy, girl."

"Joel, don't tease me with a good time-" You bite your lip, pushing one more button before rendering yourself to his every command and whimpering through his punishingly pleasurable process."-Actions speak louder than words, big boy."

You want it. You need it - need it all. Need him to fill you so much that it drips out of you for hours, leaves a lasting ache for days and a memory for you to look back on with a hankering desire to do it again. You want Joel to be rough. Want him to use your body like his own personal little fuck toy. You went out on a limb and just guessed that he might like these thigh high socks and you were right.

Only you were surprised to learn just how much he liked them as the night progressed after multiple rounds of sex, plenty of breaks in between, and your hot cocoa was cold and completely forgotten about.

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[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Payback Is… Scary - Danny Wagner

A/N: I don’t care what anyone says, SPOOKY SEASON IS HERE, BABYY! I absolutely love Halloween and all the freaky shit. Anyways! Without further rambling, let’s kick spooky season off strong with our Danny boy.

WARNINGS: Fake blood, fake weapons, Daniel being a menace, semi-scary pranks.

Hopefully I didn’t miss any errors!

••••

Oh, October… Your favorite, but equally most hated month of the year. But, for pretty good reason.

You loved the fall weather. The beautiful, changing leaves that decorated the ground. The decorations, the candy… you loved it all. Halloween included.

However, the one thing you detested just a little about this time of year, was your boyfriends increasingly wild Halloween pranks.

Ranging from creepy old masks and jump scares… To getting in cahoots with Sammy, to create absolutely horrifying scenes that you would come home to sometimes after work.

If there was one thing Danny so shamelessly enjoyed, it was getting a good, genuinely scared reaction out of you.

Even though he could be a little much, you could never stay mad at him. His boisterous laughter and proud smiles always made your mini heart attacks, at least MOSTLY worth it.

~

It was yet another crisp, fall morning. Slightly overcast, so the sun wasn’t shining in through your bedroom window the way it normally did in the mornings.

You rolled over sleepily, in search for Danny’s warm body to cuddle into.

Throwing a hand over to his side, only to be met with a cold, hard object… That was also baring some sort of wet substance, that your brain, in it’s still sleepy state wouldn’t fully process.

Your eyes shot open, a shrill squeal sounding out of you as your eyes adjusted and fixed on the skeleton, messily covered in fake blood that laid in Danny’s spot.

You shoved it off the bed frantically, scrambling out of your own side. You examined the fake blood also covering your arm, with a panicked expression.

Suddenly, soft snickers could be heard out side of your door and after a moment or two, those snickers became loud laughter.

“Jesus christ, that was too good!” Danny popped around the corner, coming into view in the doorway. “Your reactions just get better every time, babe!”

“Danny!” You huffed, trying to sound angry. There was no denying that your reaction was just a little funny, though. “You’re an ass…” you grumbled.

He walked towards you with a sympathetic, but still cocky smile, holding out a dampened washcloth for you to clean yourself off with.

“How did you even set all that up without waking me…?” you wondered out loud, taking the rag from his hands gratefully.

“Baby, you could sleep through a tornado… It wasn’t very hard.” he

teased lightly, leaning down to place a few kisses to your cheek. He was very much right about that. You were quite the heavy sleeper.

“Do you ever worry that one of these days, I’ll decide to get you back?” You questioned, glancing up at him with a mischievous smirk.

“Please,” Danny scoffed, shaking his head. “You don’t have the equipment for that.”

“Oh?” Your tone was slightly offended.

“You don’t even have a good sidekick,” Danny added, only seeming to be half joking.

“I think I could easily find a sidekick better than Sam.” you challenged, cocking a brow up at your boyfriend. The challenge was completely empty, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, really?” He chuckled in disbelief. smiling down at you cockily. You decided just to shut down the whole game.

“No, not really. I couldn’t possibly do better than you, babe.” Your tone lended a slightly sarcastic edge, but now left Danny with the impression that you wouldn’t do anything to get him back.

“Glad you know who runs the games around here.” He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips with his.

“Get off your high horse and get ready.” you giggled, rolling your eyes at him.

“Oh, right… I kinda forgot.” Danny smiled sheepishly, fully remembering that he had to meet Sam at the studio, so they could record some parts together.

“Too busy trying to be a fucking prank master,” you mumbled, turning him around and lightly shoving him towards the closet for some clothes.

~

After cleaning up the fake scene Danny had created and sending him on his way to the studio, you were left with the place all to yourself.

You showered up and got dressed, deciding to clean up a few little things around the apartment.

It didn’t take very long - Before you knew it, you were pretty much done. The only thing being left was to take out the trash.

You walked to the kitchen, heading straight for the trash can to pull out the bag. Upon reaching it, your eyes landed on the decently sized, plastic skeleton. You stared at it for a moment, a grin pulling at your lips as the gears in your brain began to turn.

You had no intentions of even bothering to get him back, but now that you were really thinking about it…

But, before you could get too carried away and sidetracked with your little… well, rather big plan, you went ahead and took out the trash.

Once you returned inside, you went straight for your phone and immediately searched for Jake’s number.

He surprisingly picked up within just a couple of rings.

“Hey, bug!” Jake’s enthusiasm, along with the nickname he’d given you very early on in your friendship, always and without fail put a smile on your face. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, Jakey. Everything is fine. I just wanted to see if you would help me with something…” you started, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in attempts to quell your rapidly growing excitement.

Another voice was heard in the background and within seconds, Josh was greeting you through the phone. “Hey, Y/N!”

“Josh is here, too, obviously. If that’s okay…” Jake chuckled.

Those two were inseparable. But that made it even better for you.

“It’s always okay!” you smiled, waiting for Jake to acknowledge your call for help.

“Anyways- what do you need my help with, bug?” he asked curiously, sounding ready to do anything you needed him to do.

“Well, actually… since I have you both here, I could use you both.” You told them, knowing Josh would go with anything. “You know how Danny has been doing all these crazy stunts trying to scare me?”

Jake and Josh gave a “Yeah,” in unison that made you giggle. They would always swear up and down that they never said the same things at the same time, but really, they did it quite often.

“And you also know how he gets Sammy involved, too?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah… Sam has been trying to get Jake and I, but he hasn’t succeeded yet.” Josh huffed a laugh. “Bastard,” He added, mumbling.

“Right, well I’ve kinda got an idea to get him back. That’s what I needed you guys for…” you finished, hoping that they would agree to it.

“I’m in.” Josh spoke up first, Jake following shortly after.

“Count me in, too… As long as I get to watch.” Jake laughed, clearly eager to get a load of his brother (hopefully) getting scared shitless.

“Oh, you’ll get to watch. I think I’m gonna have you both mainly doing the scaring.” You explained, and cheers of their excitement came rumbling through your phone.

“Even. Fucking. Better!” Jake was obviously smiling as he spoke. He and Josh settled down a bit, before he asked his final question. “I’m assuming you need us to come over?”

“Definitely,” you answered. “Can you both be here in half an hour?”

“We can be there in twenty.” Josh said matter of factly.

“Great! Bring those clown masks you two have, too.” You told them, remembering that they had dressed up as clowns just a couple Halloweens back.

“And wear all black.” you added, before you all said your “See you later’s” and hung up.

While you waited on the twins, you decided to gather everything you needed.

You started by searching through your closet for different clothes. changing into an old t-shirt from high school and old leggings - pieces you didn’t mind ruining.

It took you a while to find the fake blood you knew Danny had tucked away somewhere in the house, but eventually you found that, too. Finding it inside an unsuspecting box, shoved deep inside the closet of his music room.

More like forty-five minutes went by, before Jake and Josh were finally pulling into your driveway.

You had texted Danny, asking him how long he would be gone, spouting a lie about dinner plans to keep him completely unaware of your real plans.

Not even waiting for either of them to knock, you unlocked the door and pulled it open quickly.

“Gosh, excited much?” Josh laughed. coming up the stairs of your porch.

“That and you two are late,” you pointed, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Well, we figured we’d grab a few more things.” Jake grinned, coming up behind Josh. He held up a black duffel bag and you smiled giddily.

“I don’t know what your plan is, but we’ve got a damn good one, bug.”

You hugged Jake and then the three of you all went inside, piling into yours and Danny’s kitchen.

Jake tossed the bag up on the counter, flicking his eyes from you, to the bag. “Look inside.”

“I feel like I’m part of a goddamn drug deal.” Josh mumbled, as you grabbed and unzipped the bag eagerly.

You pulled it open, both clown masks sitting on the very top. Discarding them, you dug deeper inside it. Your jaw dropped upon landing on the fake, but somewhat real looking knives in the bottom.

“Guys…” You looked up from the contents in front of you, glancing between the two of them skeptically. “I was NOT gonna go quite this far.”

“Oh, come on!” Josh hit his hand against the island. “All you have to do is cover yourself in that fake blood, and lay out in the floor or whatever..”

“Yeah,” Jake chimed in gesturing to his brother. “Josh and I will take care of the rest.”

You eyed them both silently, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth nervously.

“How many times has Danny pranked you now?” Jake questioned, breaking the silence.

“More times than I can count…” you admitted, shaking your head.

“Exactly!” Jake pointed a finger at you, like you’d just nailed the hammer on the head.

“This is only fair, Y/N.” Josh added, smiling wickedly at you and Jake.

~

“Danny just said he’d be here in fifteen minutes,” you told Josh and Jake, picking up the bottle of fake blood.

“Okay, here’s what’s gonna go down-“ Jake started, tucking his black shirt into his pants. “We’re all gonna start in you and Danny’s room. As soon as you hear the door open and shut, I’m gonna shove you into the wall -still carefully of course- and you’re gonna scream as if one of us cut you.”

You nodded, letting him know you were keeping up.

“After that, you’re gonna run down the hallway screaming for Danny-“

“We’ll throw some fake blood down the hallway before, just to make it look real.” Josh threw in, making you giggle at his need to get that detail in.

“-Right, yeah.” Jake resumed. “Josh and I and gonna come down the hallway after you, but we’re gonna go straight for Danny instead.”

“He’ll get so scared he’ll piss himself, then that’s where I’m sure you’ll break character and give it all away.” Josh jested, and Jake cackled with him.

“Hey!” You huffed, even though you knew he was right. “Who said I would break character first?”

“Come on now, bug.” Jake gave you a look as if to say “Really?” and you sighed.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, dousing yourself in more fake blood. You placed it mostly around your shoulder, as though that’s where you were cut.

“This better be the best performance of your li-” Josh started to tease, but was cut off by your phone ringing.

Jake snatched it up and you were well on your way to protesting, before he explained his actions.

“It’s Danny, but you can’t answer it. Let him wonder why you aren’t picking up.” Jake said, letting the phone ring on.

“Oh,” you dragged out, understanding him. “That makes sense.”

Your phone dinged no sooner than the ringing had stopped, and Jake flashed the screen towards you.

“Be home in five,” you read out loud, looking from the phone back to Jake.

“Right, let’s get this show on the road.” Josh clapped his hands together, disappearing down the hallway.

Jake tossed your phone down on the couch, gesturing towards another bottle of fake blood. “Bring that, and sprinkle some of it down the hallway as we go through, okay?”

“Got it.” You spoke confidently, picking up the bottle and following after Jake towards your bedroom.

Jake flipped off a few lights on the way through, giving an eerie, late evening glow to your house.

You unscrewed the lid, tilting the bottle to let drops of the fake blood hit the hardwood floor, making a trail all the way down the hall until you reached your bedroom door.

You stepped inside, almost- but not quite closing the door all the way. Josh was already getting ready.

“You ready for this?” Jake asked, taking his mask and knife off the bed.

“As ready as I can be..” You said a little nervously, heart pounding away in your chest.

“Quick, dump some of that down your arm and in your hand.” Josh told you, pointing at the bottle you were still holding.

You did as he said, dumping the red liquid down your arm as though it was seeping from your “cut” shoulder and pooling in your hand.

“Perfect.” Josh said, just as the three of you heard a car door close outside. All three of your heads snapped up at once, looking at each other frantically for a split second. Jake was the first to recover.

“Quick! Let me have that and cut off the light.” He ordered quickly, reaching for the bottle of blood. He dumped some of it on his knife, smearing what was left all over his hands.

The three of you stayed as quiet

as possible, listening closely for the Danny keys entering the front door.

Like clockwork, his footsteps could be faintly heard coming up the front steps, and Josh threw up a single finger, counting off.

Next, the keys were heard and the door opened and Josh held up a second finger.

“Babe?!”

The front door closed and Josh mouthed three, signaling for you and Jake to go for it.

Jake grabbed you, shoving you to the wall, but used his hand to slam loudly against it for the noise. You screamed, shocking yourself and both boys with how real it sounded.

“NO!”

“Let go of me!” You screeched, adding on another scream of fear.

“Y/N?!” Danny was obviously scrambling around in the other room still, sounding extremely panicked.

Jake stepped back and yanked the door open. “Go!” he whisper-yelled.

You ran down the hall, somehow managing to fill your eyes with fake tears of pure panic and horror.

“DANNY!” you yelled, sprinting down the hallway towards him.

“Danny, please! Don’t let them get me!”

Once you reached him, he was as pale as a ghost, a mortified expression that you hoped you would never see again, taking over his face.

“Who, baby?! Let who get you?!” He rushed out, catching you as your flung yourself into his arms for the dramatics.

On perfect cue, Jake and Josh came storming down the hallway, hidden by their clown masks and holding their weapons high.

“Oh, FUCK?!” Danny yelled, scrambling to haul you towards the front door. “FUCK!”

Jake and Josh stayed just on your heels, but had no intentions of catching either of you. Danny didn’t know that part, though.

Danny flung the door open so hard. you were worried it would break the hinges, stumbling and causing you both to come roughly falling down against the wooden porch.

“Get up! We have to run, NOW!”

Danny was beside himself, hurriedly and clumsily getting up after your not-so-little wipe out. While you on the other hand, were stuck still laying against the wood of your porch, overtaken with hysterical laughter.

Josh and Jake sprinting out of the front door, stopping to watch the scene unfold before them, seeing that Danny had his back turned away from them.

“Get your ass up, Y/N!” he yelled, grabbing at your shoulders.

But you were like putty in his hands, stomach forming knots and muscles contracting from how hard you were laughing.

“Wha- Why the fuck are you laughing?!” he questioned, flipping you on your back.

About that time, Jake broke down, doubling over in loud cackles that the whole neighborhood could probably hear.

Josh didn’t take long to break character either, losing it as soon as Danny whipped around like a tornado to face them.

“What in the fuck?!” Danny’s face went red in confusion and embarrassment.

Josh pulled his mask off, only to fall into even more boisterous laughter, now having a good view of Danny’s face.

“Un. Fucking. Believable.” Danny hissed in disbelief.

You, and now Jake, were both holding your stomachs, on the ground with tears pouring down both your bright red faces.

“Yo- Your…. Your face!” You pointed at your boyfriend, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut as you continued to laugh hysterically.

“Shut- Shut up, I can’t breathe!” Jake pleaded, high-pitched giggles still flowing out of him along with Josh.

“You all are fucking awful.” Danny groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

“”You don’t have the equipment for that!”” Josh quoted what Danny had said to you just hours ago and Danny’s eyes blew wide.

“Oh, you little fucking menace!” Danny laughed, genuinely shocked at what you just accomplished.

“I… Oh, fuck-“ you breathed, trying to catch your breath.

“I learned from the best, sir.” propped up on the wood floor, you gestured as if you were bowing.

“And you two!” Danny said turning around again.

Despite him going to scolding Jake and Josh, he was finally smiling a little. “How dare you!”

“You’ve gotten Sammy into all this prankster shit! It was only fair!” Josh defending, throwing his hands up.

Holding on to the railing just in case, you mustered up the strength to pull yourself up.

Danny walked over to you scowling, knowing good and well that he had been served a piping hot cup of revenge, and it burned him good.

“Wanna call this a truce?” Danny asked you, looking up at you with soft eyes.

“Boo,” Jake dragged out, giving a thumbs down. “What a baby, already calling truce.”

“Don’t do it, Y/N! The fun is just starting.” Josh spoke, encouraging you to challenge him.

“No…?” You really thought it over for a moment.

“No. I say let this declare war, Daniel.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Yes!” Jake and Josh cheered together, having a little celebration of triumph.

Danny leaned in with narrow eyes that held a mischievous twinkle, making your stomach turn deliciously. Seeing your challenge with an extension of his hand, that you very confidently took, shaking it firmly.

“If war is what you want, war is exactly what you shall get, baby.-

He dipped his head down closer, breath hitting your ear and you shivered. “-But I hope you know, this isn’t just limited to Halloween anymore.”

[trippingonthelight]

One Line Prompts #3 - Jake (“Will you just hold me?”)

Jake lane..... brace urselves......

CW: Jake Kiszka x gn!reader, vulnerable Jake, I listened to moon song on repeat while writing this so sad (Kind of?), yearning and neediness…. yeah…

You look at the clock, closing your laptop for the first time all day at… jesus christ… it’s 1am… 

he’ll be asleep for sure… 

You tidied your desk and headed to the bedroom. But you didn’t find him asleep…

He was sat up against the pillows, the only comfortable way he could be in bed without a coughing fit. The way the big fluffy duvet wrapped around his shoulders and haloed his head was so cute, he looked like a little kid who stayed up too late watching scary movies and terrified themselves… But in reality he was getting the chills and he couldn’t wrap himself up in enough warmth. 

He was watching which ever late night chef competition the cooking channel was offering that evening, the cool glow of the tv screen casting across his face. When he sees you come in he lowers the volume. “You finally done?” he punctuates his question with a sniffle. Poor baby…

You walk over to him and stand at his side of the bed, pushing the makeshift hood the duvet made off of his face. When his face was uncovered he looked up at you sweetly. A gentle smile and exhaustion in his eyes, he just leans his head against you. 

A beat or two passes, you watching the last of the show he put on and him listening to it as he nuzzles his head into you. You happen to catch the time again, 1:15, way too late… You give him a gentle squeeze and pat his head, “hey sleepyhead, gimme a sec okay?” His eyes open quickly, looking up at you, bottom lip poking out more than he intended, but pouting all the same. You turn the tv off and toss the remote somewhere, but before the light fades completely you look into his eyes.

He looks like he wants to say something…

You climb into bed and hope he’ll tell you.

“You feeling okay?” you asked, placing a hand on his forehead, trying to sense the abnormal warmth of a fever. He halfway nodded and just leaned into your touch. The way you cared about him made him feel just a little bit better every time you checked on him. But if he was being honest, no, he didn’t feel okay… He felt like shit… All the touring and the late nights and stress finally caught up to him. The band partied hard, but they work even harder. Sometimes too hard… 

And you were staying busy between work and taking care of him, just trying to give him space. Jake has always been self sufficient, he doesn’t need anyone… But that didn’t mean he didn’t want you around. This realization hit him all at once, adding a new layer to the slight dizziness he felt from the sinus pressure. He feels the anxiety that he’s been suppressing all week creep up in his shoulders… the worry he felt about having to cancel shows, the disappointment he’s only putting on himself for needing time to recover, the longing he felt to just sit with you…

That’s the part he missed the most. 

He knows you weren’t staying away because you didn’t want to be there; that’s just the nature of being sick. He just needed time to rest and recover. But the way you’re holding him so gently right now, hugging him so softly and tenderly… he feels at home for the first time in days even though he never left. 

God I missed this so much… 

You feel his arms snake out of the duvet to encircle your waist. He holds you close and you feel like this is what he wanted to say earlier, when you saw it in his eyes that he wanted to tell you something. When his sweet eyes were glassy with the need to ask you something, a kind of want that’s completely innocent. That kind of want that’s about just being with someone. When you crave their presence. When you crave their energy. When you miss someone you used to see every day… Crave their sweet embrace, the gentle touches you get from each other throughout the day, the little “Hi how was your day I love yous” you exchange any moment you get to check in with each other. He feels an unfamiliar wave of emotion creep up in his throat. He’s so sick of being sick… He just can’t stand it… A tear slips from the corner of his eye. You don’t see it in the dark, but it’s all too much for him to keep in anymore.

“Will you just… can you… um…” he didn’t quite know how to ask. Didn’t know how to let himself be so vulnerable even when you’ve been with him at his lowest point of all this. The scary part when it feels like you’re not gonna get better. But he did, slowly… agonizingly slowly… he just still feels… off. The pressure in his head has become a dull constant ache over the last couple days. The rasp in his chest has gone down considerably but the discomfort remains. He’s just tired. Very, very tired… 

You could barely make out his graceful features in the dim lighting of your darkened bedroom, but you knew where to place your hand on his chin, thumb rubbing gently across the light stubble there. 

“What baby, what can I do?” your voice sounded so sweet to him… saccharine almost… at the sound of it he kinda forgot what he was gonna ask… what baby… what can I do… he’s gonna think about that for days. 

You stroke your thumb across his his soft bottom lip and he comes to, nearly collapsing into your touch. He was leaning in so close to you that your heads bumped together, eliciting soft little laughs from you both. It’s not that he didn’t feel taken care of, of course he was. He has everything he needs and never wanted for anything, especially when he’s sick. But your care… your touch… your love… it made him feel precious. Even if he would only let himself feel it for just a moment. Even if he was too cool to tell anyone else. You make him feel as special and as sweet as he makes you feel. If only you both knew it… 

He picks this as his moment to lean into this feeling. “Will you just hold me… please?” 

You smile in the dark, a full out grin. You know this feeling well. The feeling of just wanting to be wrapped up in someone’s arms. To be held and cuddled and soothed by the warmth of your lovers skin. The only place that feels safe sometimes… Without hesitation you oblige. “Of course I can… c’mere…” 

You shift positions to lay more comfortably and open your arm for him to lay down. His eyes are heavy, you can see the exhaustion on his face. But he’s grinning… always gets what he wants… 

He lays on you like you would lay on him, head on your chest, settling down just above your tummy. Arms coming around your waist and hands splaying across your back. His legs tangle with yours and he lets out a quiet sigh. One of your hands finds his hair, carding your fingers through the soft strands. The other hand strokes his back, feeling his warm, soft skin relax under your touch. 

You stay silent like this for a while, listening to the soundtrack of your home. The creaks, the AC kicking on, the sound of eachother’s breathing. This is the kind of peace you only get at these odd times of the night. The witching hour, when the night is turning to morning and barely anyone on your side of the world is awake. The neighborhood still silent. You know it can’t actually help his immune system fight off what ever he has, but you can imagine it does. It heals your soul to be with him. Feel his presence. The warmth of his body fully relaxed into you, to feel him unwind and settle down. So you imagine it helps him just as much. He would tell you it did, if he could stay awake long enough. 

He breaks the silence first, to your surprise. 

“This is so… nice…” he draws out the last word, eyes never opening. You breathe a laugh and continue stroking his hair. “Thought you fell asleep…” 

He adjusts his position a little so he can settle further down into you and into the bed. “…almost…” he barely gets out before the blanket of sleep covers him completely. He feels like he’s on a cloud. And it’s not just the cold medicine slowly taking him on a pleasant trip into unconsciousness. It’s mostly you making him feel all floaty. A welcome role-reversal. He thinks he’s found his new favorite thing to do with you, in sickness and in health… 

[xeniray]

FOR HIS EYES ONLY !

synopsis - tr men reacting to you sendin’ them nudes

warnings - nsfw , nudes , fingering, moaning audios , mention of breeding, mention of bondage, toys ( dildo ) , mention or noncon recording, recording, use of ‘ baby & love ‘

☰ MIKEY

could give two fucks about you sending nudes.

when he do receive em’ usually don’t reply or anything ven open the message.

the days that he do reply just know one fucking thing, he’s needy and wants you as soon he lays his eyes on that video/ picture.

“ m-mikey! miss ya’! i miss ya” you moan as the pink silicone rub against your walls. it’s not the same. feeling the dildo inside you. your rather the real thing itself.

“ come home! come stuff me!” you whines. mikey’s eyes never left the screen. he’s glued to it. seeing the video of you stuffing you pussy with the toy, wishing it was him. it made his cock jump a bit.

but he can’t just leave everything to go fuck you— no no. he’s stuck in the boring ass meeting. he doesn’t even know what rindou and ran is rambling about. he doesn’t care what the next plan is. he wants you— he needs you. craves the feeling of you. wanna see his seed splurge out of your puffy pussy and you lay there fucked out, trying to regain your thoughts.

☰ RINDOU

absolutely loves it when you send him a video or audio.

if it’s just a plain picture he won’t give you what you want. will completely ignore you till he get something that has sound on.

audios > videos. i’m telling you he’s not all crazy for the visuals.

he keeps them in a file on his phone or computer. he listens to them to keep him motivated. kinda like a them motivational videos but instead of it being a long ass speech, it your moaning his name.

another boring day. hell the day ain’t even over yet. it’s barely start and rindou wants to be out of it. he wanna go home to you and cuddle up next to ya’. maybe eat you out once or twice just ‘cause.

now he’s missing you even more—fuck. not only he’s stuck in the rundown hell hole, not only he can’t see you— but the fucking reception is shit.

i know , i know, something that you’ll least expect for the rindou haitian to be worrying about. he’s scrambling around the place to simply get one damn bar. and when i tell you, the slightest sight if it he’s smiling so hard.

seeing not one, not two , but five messages from you. god he say just got so much better. after getting out of the most uncomfortable position, just get some damn service like jesus christ, he dashed back to his room grabbing his headphones. his day just got sm better.

☰ SHINICHIRO

you know when your ex be saying he still has that polaroid of your titties? that’s shin.

he’s a literally freak about your body so when he found out he could simply keep them in his phone he literally passed out.

lockscreen is a picture of your titties. ( waka and ben thinks it’s a random porn star. if then only knew…..)

videos ? doesn’t care for them. rather have a picture so his mind can wonder about that photo.

records yall everytime you’ll have sex. sometimes you don’t know and sometimes you do. shin is a huge pervert in disguise.

“ shin…. you don’t have to capture every moment you know “ you mumbled as you looked to the side in embarrassment. currently your boyfriend , soon to be ex at this point, is propping up his phone in just the right spot to record this special moment!

well special to him not you. it’s not like every time you have sex with shinichiro isnt special don’t get me wrong, it’s just of all times, you record it??

“ what’s wrong? cant i get just one video so i can watch when i miss you” he pouts. it’s hard to take him seriously, especially when both of you is butt ass naked.

“ i cant understand if it was just one video” you trialed as you wrapped the sheet around you, “ but it’s like every god damn time i ask you wanna record… it’s kinda concerning….”

he smacked his lips a bit as he sat beside you. grabbing the sheet and moving it to the side a bit he went goes in for a kiss. not matter how much you’re embarrassed by the fact he’s recording this, you give in. taking off the sheet you place your hand on his shoulder and locking lips with him.

you hand slowly trailed down his arm, then up all the way to his dark locks. guiding your down he left a trail of kiss from your lips, to your chin, to your necks sucking and leaving small nibbles on your neck you whimper a bit . you always loved the small things shinichiro did.

no matter what it was you loved it. it could be him pinching at your nipples or him licking the side of the face. whatever he did turned you on.

“ s-shin…” you whined a bit. gripping on the sheet a bit your looked down at him as she continued the trial of kisses.

“ so beautiful , my pretty baby…” he muttered before kissing your clit. “ gonna make ya’ feel so good baby”

☰ SANZU

loves them ALL. listen to me. ALL.

audios ? not on of his favorite but he’s not complaining. pictures ? god damn it make his eyes rolls. but videos…. videos have a special place in his hearts.

he literally shares all of them with his ‘friends’, by friends i mean all the bonten members.

needy. needy needy. you have to store videos for just in case he asking for more.

oh , and by the way, you don’t send them on your free will or when you feel like teasing him. no, no. sanzu ask for them. yep that right . well not ask…. more like demands — but says it’s him asking. 

it has to be nasty. i mean like nasty…. like “ bae tie me up and say your gonna kill me but don’t then fuck me with a gun to my head” nasty.

everything is annoying. the sound of the clock. koko rambling about how the money use between the members. the sound of rin tapping his stupid ass pen against the surface of the table to keep him occupied. everything in this room is fucking annoying.

sanzu is just so ready to walk out of this room. he need to go out and get some air. but he knows he can’t do that. not only he’s in the middle of a damn meeting but his face is everywhere. and you’ll think i’m lying but it’s everywhere. how so? well one to many drinks and a fight in a bar should say a lot.

listen— sanzu isnt one to slip up. especially when it came to hiding his identity. that’s when he’s sober. high or drunk? you need to put him on a damn leash. he’s like a little kid in a candy store— alway, and i literally can’t stretch this out enough, always in so type of trouble.

but you know what’ll cheer him up? you . just a few pictures, maybe a video or two. it’ll make him not wanna bash everyone head in at this moment.

looking over he slip his phone out of his pocket making sure mikey doesn’t see. his fingers went to work on the screen as he typed out the few messages.

haru <3 : missin ya sm love

haru <3 : :(

haru <3 : can i get some ass pics?

haru <3 : a few videos of you getting off too?

haru <3 : they’ll cheer me up baby :D

god you have a love and hate relationship with this man. with a small sigh your got out your bed. you was already nearly naked. you had one of his hoodies on. doing a quick pose in the mirror , click click , boom ass pictures for him.

my baby -3- : *3 attachments*

my bay -3- : hope your day gets better haru <3

[dreamwatch]

For the wip game, Prison Fic pls! 💜

Thank you @hbyrde36 for the ask! I haven’t touched this in a while, so I decided to move onto another part of it. And because of that I kind of got carried away! I’m just going to put everything I wrote today because it’s a complete thing so makes sense. I really enjoy sharing my bits of writing and I don’t have anything finished so it feels like being in an echo chamber sometimes.

📝

Dear Steve

Of all the letters I’ve received I have to admit yours was the most surprising. I don’t mean that in a bad way, I swear. I just didn’t think you’d ever write. I guess I didn’t think we’d ever talk to one another ever again. I know you were in court, I saw you a couple of times. I can’t believe you were there, I’m really grateful for it. I’m sorry it was all a waste of your time though.

To your question… You’re right, I can’t be open with the kids, at all. I don’t want them to know what it’s like here. They’ve been through so much, and honestly Steven (yes, I called you Steven, let me have some fun) I want them to forget about me. They’re so awesome, and so kind, and I know it’s not going to happen overnight because they’re stubborn shits, but yeah that was the hope. Hopper tore me a new one, though. So as you know I’m answering their letters now, but it’s really hard being upbeat and coming up with things to tell them that aren’t hard. They’ll stop writing eventually though. I think of them growing up, going to college, getting married! Imagine Henderson married?! Jesus Christ, isn’t that fucking scary? They’re so smart, they’re going to have such great lives. At least I know that much.

So yeah. You saying that you’ll listen to the things I can’t tell them? Shit man, I don’t think you know what you’re letting yourself in for. But given we’re never going to see each other again, what the fuck right? Like what’s the worst thing that’s going to happen here? You’ll stop writing. And I wasn’t expecting you to write in the first place.

I wrote all that yesterday. I had to stop because I just didn’t know how to put it in words. I still don’t I guess, but I have to try, right?

It sucks. I’m actually sitting here laughing, and my cellie is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, and maybe I am, but it sucks? Like, doesn’t touch the sides, you know? 

At first I was scared all the time. But eventually, faster than you’d think actually, you fall into the routine. It’s all about routine. The time you get up, the time you eat, the time you work - yes, my first actual real paying job and it’s in prison, for fuck sake (for pennies, by the way, I’m not living the high life). I work in the laundry at the moment, I’m hoping to change that though. The old body isn’t coping too well, you know? I have a top bunk as well, which fucking blows, you should see me trying to climb up and down, I look like a drunk octogenarian. Yes, the guy who had 3 goes at senior year and still didn’t graduate knows big words. Fuck you.

Mail is monitored, I know you know that, so I won’t say anything too much about other inmates. Some are cool. Some are not. There’s this saying, don’t trouble trouble unless trouble troubles you. That’s what it’s like here, mostly. Like, there’s a lot of dangerous people here, and they’re all innocent by the way, there’s no point in saying you’re innocent, no one listens because everyone is. But yeah, people try and keep a lid on their shit and mind their own business, although that doesn’t alway happen. I took a beating soon after I got here. I thought it was because they recognised me, but it was because I kept the block up a few too many times, nightmares, you know? So yeah, I try and stay awake as much as I can and catch some sleep during the day. 

Mostly I think about how this is it now. That every day will be the same for the rest of my life. There’s a part of the infirmary for old geezers and terminally ill inmates. People who don’t have long. Sometimes they get lucky, they have families and they can get moved to a hospital for the last week or so. Mostly they don’t. I keep thinking how that will be me someday. And it makes me think that I wish that night in the UD had gone differently. That those things had finished the fucking job. Instead I have to countdown to it slowly. I think about how old I’ll be, how long I might live. To my 60s? 70s? Wayne told me that his Pa lived to be 87. I hope shit like that doesn’t get passed down through families.

I’ve probably put you off ever writing back. But I want to thank you for asking and giving me a chance to just say this shit, to put it down somewhere, even if it ends up in the trash. I can’t be honest with Wayne, because he worries something awful. So I have to be careful with him just like I’m careful with the kids. I’m grateful for you letting me not have to be careful with you. And I promise that I won’t be mad if you don’t write back. I’m not expecting you to. That you did once means a lot, truly.

I have a favour to ask, and it’s not fair of me but I’m so desperate. If you get a chance, would you check on Wayne for me every once in a while? I’m scared what will happen to him on his own, he’s getting old you know? And fuck if you do see him don’t say I said that. Man’s a stubborn old goat, he’ll tell you he doesn’t need anything, but he’s a fucking liar. His right knee is fucked and his back has been giving him problems for years, and he takes pills for his heart. And he’s been so fucking stressed with me, and I’m scared he’ll just keel over. And I won’t be there. That’s the thing that terrifies me the most, that he needs me and I won’t be there.

In case you don’t write back, and I wouldn’t blame you, I swear it, then I want to thank you. We didn’t really get to know each other but I meant what I said. You’re a good dude Steve Harrington. I hope all the people in your life know that.

Eddie

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

“Oh I Kissed Shara Wheeler sounds like a fun read.I mean,it’s basically queer Paper Towns,it definitely will not hit hard-“

“It’s hard for her to wrap her brain around it sometimes—the idea that for most people from here,the stuff she hears in Bible class is reality.Who would she be if she hadn’t been raised by two moms and a small army of gay middle-aged Californians?What if Willowgrove had always been her whole world,and the people in charge of it,who left their classroom door unlocked for her and cracked jokes with her like they saw her as a person,told her gently but firmly that she was wrong?That there was something inside of her—even if she hadn’t named it yet—that needed to be fixed?”

“you march into school every day like you know everything and you’re better than everyone,and that’s how I know you’re terrified.You have to decide that you’re so certain about everything,because uncertainty scares the shit out of you.”

“Sometimes,when I walk into a church,I’m not sure I’m supposed to be there,even though it feels like home.Home hasn’t always been a good place for me to be.”

“She told herself it didn’t get to her.She knew who she was.Her moms love her,her friends love her,she knows who she is,and she’s never bought into the bullshit notion that people like her are made wrong,not for a second.It’s an unpleasant sting when a teacher tells her to stop trying to use Bible verses to prove that the love between her moms can’t be wrong because it says right there that God is love and all love is of God,but—no.No,as long as she can go home at the end of the day and see the two women who raised her sitting on either side of the kitchen table,she knows it’s not true.But that’s not accounting for the time in between.

That’s not accounting for Mackenzie Harris refusing to change in front of her in the locker room,or the teachers who give her As but never use her work as an example for the class,or the shitty jokes about her moms.That’s not accounting for Wheeler’s vendetta against her or the way it sometimes feels like everyone’s just finished laughing about her when she walks into a room.There’s the initial sting,and there’s the moment she walks through the door of her house and feels it fade,but there’s all this time in between when she’s furiously maintaining her GPA and stomping through the hallways and breaking small rules to feel like she’s done something to deserve the way people look at her.She was so sure if she didn’t believe any of it,it couldn’t hurt her.Was Shara right?Has she really been afraid this whole time?That rage between her ribs,the thing clawing out of the muscle of her heart—what if it’s always been fear,waiting in her marrow,cut loose the first day of freshman year?

What if Willowgrove got to her after all?”

“Willowgrove is the first time she’s been around Christianity,and so to her,that’s what faith is: judgmental,sanctimonious hypocrites hiding hate behind Bible verses,twenty-four-karat crucifix necklaces,and charismatic white pastors with all the horrible secrets that money can protect.She’s never been to a church cookout or met a practicing Christian who was also gay.She’s never even stepped inside a church where she felt safe.Maybe if she had—maybe if her mom hadn’t been burned so bad that she never brought Chloe near Jesus until she absolutely had to—she’d feel different.At this point,she doesn’t know if she ever will.

But she also knows that Alabama is more than Willowgrove.And if that’s true,maybe faith can mean more than Willowgrove too.”

“a small town the size of the world”

“I learned that a lot of us—a lot more than I thought—are doing whatever it takes to survive in a place that doesn’t feel like it wants us.I learned that survival is heavy on so many of us.And on a personal level,I realized I’d gotten so used to that weight,I stopped noticing how much of myself I’d dedicated to carrying it.”

[dontfeeltoohot]

Just cuz I can lmfao

YTAU YTAU YTAU YTAU

Enjoy some Steve POV!

X X X

Steve stares at himself in the mirror, wishing Robin was here to help him pick out an outfit. He’s meeting Eddie at the tattoo parlor at 7 so they can grab some food and walk around downtown Hawkins. It’s September, the temperature is starting to drop, and leaves are very faintly changing color.

Pulling off his navy polo, the shop owner groans and runs a hand through his hair. Fuck. Why is this so hard? Because it’s Eddie, the guys he’s unknowingly jacked off too numerous times thanks to wavs on YouTube. It’s also the guy that’s incredibly attractive and sweet and funny and kind. Jesus Christ.

Looking around his bedroom, he finally decides on a plain dark green t-shirt and his old, vintage blue grey Members Only jacket, a gift from Robin last year for Christmas. Deciding he looks good, Steve goes and brushes his teeth, then fixes his hair. Years ago he would have obsessed over it, but now he lets it mostly do its own thing. Robin always tells him it looks better than highschool, and he tries to believe her.

The walk from the apartment to Main Street is only ten minutes. Steve actually enjoys walking most days, it lets him clear his head and he likes to people-watch. The lights on Green Light’s parlor sign are lit up, letting everyone know they’re open. He’s been in a few times now, though still not many. He’s known Eddie (personally) for less than a month, but it’s nice they’re starting to hang out more.

The one issue he keeps running into is trying not to think about the fact he’s listened to this man sneeze for over two years, has built a whole fake persona for him, but now he’s hanging out with the real Eddie. The real ‘thebanished’. It’s kind of mind blowing.

Bells hit together and ring out as Steve opens the door, knocking from where they’re hung on the door knob. He smiles at Lana, the one piercer they have employed, and she smiles back, her Monroe piercing glinting in the light.

“Eddie, your boy is here!”

His boy? Steve tries to get the words to compute in his brain as he looks over to where half walls separate workstations. The middle one on the right side of the room is Eddie’s, and he can’t help but grin as a messy bun of curly brown hair pops up from behind the wall. A moment later, Steve notices Eddie’s holding a tissue in his hand. Cheeks feeling warm, Steve forces himself to walk closer. Surely he’s not sick again, right? If he is the universe has to be fucking with him.

“Hey Harrington,” Eddie beams at him.

The artist is wearing a plain black shirt and black jeans with rips at the knees, his usual attire. Tattoos litter his arms completely, spilling onto his hands. Steve thinks he’s seen some kind of design peep out from around the necks of his shirts sometimes, too. There’s a few wispy curls around his face, bangs brushing his eyebrows.

“Hey, you ready for food?”

“Yeah man, gimme just one second,” Eddie smiles and tosses the tissue into his trash can. “Sorry, I was cleaning off my gun,” he adds, gesturing to the half taken apart tattoo gun sitting on the chair.

So universe isn’t fucking with him then.

“Oh, you can f-“

“Nah, I need some food, this can wait till tomorrow,” he promises, and Steve melts a little at how genuine Eddie looks. Thoughts about Eddie and food remind Steve of six nights prior when Eddie had told he and Robin he was diabetic.

The older of the two grabs his denim jacket from the back of his chair and pulls it on, then grabs the backpack that’s sitting in the corner, also black. He turns and gives Steve another smile, then gestures to the front.

“Ready?”

Nodding, Steve follows him out, passing by two guys who look like they're in their twenties, obviously high and on the couch.

“They’re going to get the shiftiest tattoos if that weed is as strong as it smells,” Eddie laughs, walking down the sidewalk. “How was your day Stevie?”

“Hopefully they regret it,” Steve smirks, basking in the fact the air has dropped to the 60’s and 70’s recently. “It was good! Robin has that date tonight, so she wouldn’t stop talking all day…”

Steve means to continue talking but the sun catches his face and he’s not wearing sunglasses. Almost immediately his nose itches and he stops walking, eyes fluttering shut. He can feel Eddie stop too, can hear the little keychain on his backpack stop hitting the fabric.

“eiIHKSHH! heh’IhDSTCHHuh!”

He snaps his face downward, hardly covering, but directing any spray he might have toward the ground and himself.

“Sorry,” Steve blushes when he opens his eyes and sees Eddie staring at him.

Then it hits him. Duh. Eddie’s into this. Well…maybe not his sneeze personally, but anyone who has a YouTube full of wavs has to actually have the kink too. Oh god…how loud had he been? Shit, he needed to practice sneezing in front of a mirror to watch his face or something now, because what if it was super bad?

“Bless you.”

Eddie says it was an amazing amount of ease, it doesn’t come out shaky like Steve’s had weeks prior when the guy had been sick. He’s still looking at him.

“Thanks.”

“That’s rare, sneezing from the sun,” Eddie adds, and what the fuck, how is he so chill talking casually about this?

“Yeah, I think I remember reading that somewhere. I’ve always done it.”

Maybe he can have some fun with this. Eddie doesn’t know that he knows. Holy. Shit.

As they continue their walk down to the local burger place, Steve listens to Eddie talk about his friend who’s coming into town, and how he can’t wait for Robin to meet her. As they approach Benny’s Burger Joint, Steve turns and his eyes once again get light shone into them.

“IHKSHH! eiISHH’UH!”

He manages to twist away into his arm this time, sniffling after.

“Two times in one walk Stevie? Jeez, are you a vampire?”

Steve blushes and laughs, shaking his head and opening the door for the man, feeling oddly light.