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[fixinit-au]

THE FIXINIT AU

"A different form, A different time"

After Bill Cipher invoked the Axolotl's name, the deity sends him to Theraprism, to go under indefinite karmic rehabilitation.

After hundreds of years of therapy, Bill has lost count. After useless attempts to break free, to resist professional help, to make himself believe that he will be free... Eventually, he gave up. Went along with whatever they wanted. Let them believe that this is actually worth something... He let Theraprism strip him of his own self, let himself become a shell of everything he once was; What's the point, if he will never be the same anyway, he will never be FREE?

This was it, until the Axolotl has made their decision, regarding Bill's case. He was always a special case, after all... And so he got a special chance. To be with a special someone.

Bill Cipher, now transported back to our dimension, wakes up in a human body, in the 1980's... And with a mission, which the Axolotl said to be his final trial;

"Fix his mistakes, before he even made them."

FIXINIT1:

A human Bill Cipher, back in the 80's.

Bill is given a human body, the body of a creature who he always thought to be lowly and pathetic.

But other than that, he is given a mission, or rather, a "list" of the final things Bill has to get done, that would finally put an end to his karmic rehabilitation at Theraprism.

What does that list contain? Only one person knows; And that is Axel; or, rather, the Axolotl themselves, disguised in a human body, to watch and monitor Bill's progress. To finally let him go, and give him a chance at the life he didn't know he want, there are things that need to be done. Just to name a few; "comfort someone", "open up to someone you trust", but most importantly... "Tell Ford the truth".

(That's right, this is just another Billford AU. Sorry if you thought otherwise.)

Ford Pines, as he canonically did in this time period, lives in Gravity Falls, doing research, building the interdimensional portal... Still believing Bill to be his brilliant, all-knowing Muse. So when he finds his so-called Muse, in a human form, all alone in the forest... You could say he's confused, but more importantly, he is overjoyed to welcome his Muse to his own dimension, regardless of why. So he takes him in, much to his own delight... But also to his assistant's dismay.

#FIXINIT1 focuses on the question; Will Bill be able to change the past, or is he doomed to make the same mistakes? Crippling with depression, identity crisis, and a feeling of hollowness after all the centuries spent at Theraprism, sprinkled with the pressure of eventually having to tell the truth, therefore being frustrate to no end with Ford still worshipping him with blind trust and calling him Muse, Bill is forced to confront himself, in order to finally get his second chance at like, and his second chance at getting Ford.

There may or may not be a romance sideplot with Fiddleford and eventually Stan.

Setting: Heavy with angst, occasional fluff and overall Mystery Quartet whimsiness.

Main themes: Forgiveness, second chances, identity crisis, survivor's guilt, PTSD, trust issues, body dysphoria, vulnerability.

FIXINIT2:

Gravity Falls; But Bill is not the villain.

Let's jump 30 years ahead, shall we?

Going with the route that Bill reveals the truth about his true self and his lies, and Ford, taking his time to consider it carefully, but ultimately forgives him. And they kiss. And they do more, but let's not get into that.

What does it change, regarding the canon timeline? The portal-test and portal-incident never happen; Ford and Bill managed to find another way to uncover Gravity Falls' weirdness. What's the Mystery Shack in the canon timeline, is now their own, small research center. Given how the portal-test never happens; Fiddleford doesn't go insane. His memory may be a bit messy because of previous uses of the memory gun, but he's in a much better shape, helping Bill and Ford with building their equipment, and also creating and selling his own inventions. Given how the portal-incident never happens either; Stan (having reconciled with Ford in a different way, more on that in FIXINIT1), is in a relationship with Fiddleford, and also runs a smaller, but also (kinda) more real gift shop.

#FIXINIT2; In this fixed timeline, Bill is also like an uncle (Grunkle? Not sure what Bill would count tbh) to Dipper and Mabel, a very fun one at that. A partner-in-crime, if you will; Someone who escorts them on their adventures, provides them with all the information they need, and fiercely protecting them if needed.

But, you might ask... If the canon Bill is now reformed, what's the point? What makes this interesting? Who is the "big threat", if not Bill Cipher?

(First of all, how dare you– I love tooth-rotting fluff and happiness, okay?)

Someone eerily similar to what Bill once was. Someone who might remind him of his journey, and how much of a thin line is keeping him from turning back. Someone who can provide a cruel, twisted mirror, forcing Bill to once again reflect on everything that now would be just brushed off as an inside joke.

That's right. Pyramid Steve. And his goal of bringing the Oddpocalypse.

Setting: At first, lots of fluff, whimsiness and happiness. Just fun! And the second half... Kinda like the canon finale, yknow.

Main themes: Second chances, identity crisis, found family, bits of psychological horror??? Thank that to Steve. (Might add more later, this is the more wip of the two)

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There are hundreds of Bill AUs flying around since the release of TBOB, so I might as well make my own, yknow?

As the name and the unusual amount of happiness (?) suggests, this started out as a redemption/fix-it AU. Why? Because I'm a goddamn pussy and I need my favorite characters to be happy, even if it doesn't make any sense canon-wise.

OR HAVING FUN, I GUESS

So yeah. Into the Cipherverse

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GALLERY

1. human Bill; canon design

2. Overall Bill without clothes (for science)

3. FIXINIT1 Bill; The Twink

4. FIXINIT2 Bill; The Uncle

5. Axel; Axolotl's human form

[godnattakatta]

Next up is Munkustrap, Rum Tum Tugger and Mistoffelees! here they are:

for Munkustrap, there is no ‘set’ wig, unfortunately. here below are four examples from og london + early us. the only thing they all have in common are the colours and the stripes - the shape is different in all of these. but they do, however, all get smaller in size at the bottom of the wig. other than the wig, he has a collar and is always grey with black stripes, which is usually how i recognize him. he has both armwarmers and legwarmers, and the fluff around his shoulders usually follow the stripes.

Tugger and Mistoffelees are easy! Tugger is the only cat who has a mane and belt, and the mane is visible even in the worst of qualities.

for example, here (gif by @junkyard-gifs ) you can see all three! Mistoffelees has just turned and is walking away, Tugger comes running in and Munkustrap is the cat at the front. for Tugger it’s just like i said, the mane is the easiest way to recognize him. Mistoffelees is all black, with a white spot on his chest and usually he has one or two white legwarmers, and his armwarmers are often white on one arm and black on the other. the ears on his wig are often white, at least at the tip. since he is the only black cat it’s easy to tell it’s him.

for Mistoffelees (and Tugger), it’s also worth noting that their appearance change during the show. most of the time, Mistoffelees look like this (left picture) but during his solo song he changes to this (right)

Tugger on the other hand (ignoring the recent us tours) appears without his mane and belt + a different wig in the first songs, but wears it through the rest of the show.

it looks like this, but as you can see, he still has the leopard spots and wears neither arm- or legwarmers, so he's still easy to make out.

now, in this group photo, you can see all of them. Mistoffelees has a black wig, and the contrast between black and white makes him easy to spot (except the white cat, he is the only cat to have an almost completely white face). Tugger is brown, and as always you can go by the mane. Munkustrap is grey and the stripes on his chest are easy to make out. (bonus points if you can spot Demeter and Bombalurina)

another group photo, this time in black and white. once again, Mistoffelees is at the front - his wig being completely black is enough on its own, but the white on his chest + the black costume is what i go by. Munkustrap and Tugger are at the back, Munkustrap next to Old Deuteronomy and Tugger at the left end. for Tugger, in this case, it’s the leopard spots i go by. for Munkustrap it’s the collar, the makeup (his makeup usually include/follow the stripes on his wig) + the look of the shoulder fluff (you can only see a little, but enough to tell that it goes in stripes).

as a final note, most cats are white on their stomach/back. this doesn't apply to any of these three cats, except Mistoffelees; Munkustrap is grey and it’s the lack of stripes that make his stomach and back appear lighter, and Tugger has the leopard spots instead. and unlike most cats, Mistoffelees white is only at his chest and doesn't go all the way down his stomach and is usually in a very triangle shape.

all the photos are from the wiki.

[chosobeee]

How The JJK Men Kiss You ₊˚⊹♡

⛧ Satoru Gojo

Satoru has this problem where he feels the need to essentially smash your skulls together to “kiss you properly”. What can he say? He’s a big man baby with a lot of love pent up in his body, he’s gotta release it somehow. 

He’ll usually be in a rush as he’s getting ready to leave for work—he’s always running late—shuffling his shoes on as he wraps his jacket around his shoulders. Spotting you he bends and gives you a harsh and swift kiss on the lips, exclaiming his love for you before sprinting out the door.

⛧ Suguru Geto

Suguru being a ladies man before he found you pays off in a lot of ways, including his kissing. He put just the right amount of intimacy and care into every kiss he gives you, each one that lands on your lips burning with intention. 

He’s always smooth with it, too; tilting your head up with the pads of his fingers under your chin, giving you a meaningful look before darting his eyes down to your lips. His tongue will poke out to lick his lips before leaning down and pressing his mouth to yours. He lingers for a while before pulling back with a smile, giving you one last gentle peck before going back to whatever it is he was doing previous.

⛧ Kento Nanami

Kento is a bit of a busy man, but where his kisses lack in length and frequency, he makes up for in quality. This man uses chapstick all the time, and his lips are so soft and delicate against yours, it’s hard to complain. 

Every ounce of love this man has for you (which is A LOT) gets put into each kiss he gives you. He’s aware of his frequent absence, so in any spare time he has he makes up for it by spending time with you. He gives you soft, swift pecks, so domestic and so sweet. His favorite thing to do is give you one peck after the other, until you both burn with the need for more—which he is more than happy to indulge in.

⛧ Toji Fushiguro

Oh, Toji, the man that you are. Toji was a practicing slut before he met you, so he has enough experience to know exactly what he’s doing. His kisses lack warmth at times, but his bear hugs make up for it.

He’s a hungry and greedy man, if he wants a kiss from you, he’ll happily indulge himself just to feel your mouth pressed against his own. It brings him a sense of calm, being able to drink you in for a moment. His kisses are harsh and long, sometimes messy if he’s in the mood for it. His large hands always cup the sides of your face before he dives down to meet you in the middle. Don’t blame him when he lets out a satisfied hum, his shoulders relaxing immediately upon being so close to you. He’s a lover boy, at heart.

⛧ Choso

Poor Choso, even after being alive all those years he has little to no experience in the field of romance, let alone kissing. He’s a little sloppy with it, but he’s a quick learner, the more you guys indulge in each other the more he picks up.

So anxious, his palms get a little sweaty any time you’re close to him. He loves being around you, but he’d be a liar if he said the thought of touching you didn’t make him nervous. He starts off with soft pecks, testing the waters, before eventually getting so wrapped up in your taste and smell that he goes damn near feral, clashing his lips with yours, teeth scraping, tongues fighting. It’s messy and clumsy, but you can’t complain when you separate to finally breathe, just to see his puffy red lips and wild eyes full of nothing but adoration for you.

⛧ Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna is not a kisser. He doesn’t enjoy basic actions of affection, he doesn’t understand them. If he wanted to show his love to you physically he could just take you to bed. But still, you insisted on giving and receiving such simple pleasures with him.

His kisses are fast and rough, a bit on the messy side. You stand on you tip toes with your lips puckered for a kiss, waiting expectantly while he just side eyes you for a moment. He’ll huff, but once his lips meet yours a burst of electricity explodes in his belly, and he feels all… warm and fuzzy. He can’t stop himself from leaning back down to pick you up, smashing his lips against yours, hungry for all that you were willing to give to him.

⛧ Takuma Ino

Takuma is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met, and it shows in his kisses. This man is completely enraptured by you, worshipping the ground you walk on, and any chance he has to show you affection, he’ll gladly take it. 

It’s never just a kiss with him. He always has to grab, caress, or hug you in some way. He can’t just show you how much he loves you through a simple kiss! He would crawl in your skin and live there if he could. His kisses are gentle and full of love, but you can always feel him holding back, knowing damn well if he could he would be having the sloppiest makeout session with you right now

⛧ Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi’s a studious and smart man, his kisses reflect that nature. They’re almost sophisticated, specially curated just for you. It’s like he read a million romance books and watched thousands of romantic movies just to perfect his kisses.

His kisses are firm yet gentle, swift and full of love. They reek of sweetness and adoration for you, immediately lighting a fire in your belly upon receiving them. He’s so careful with you and your body, ensuring that everything he does for you is comfortable and enjoyable for you as well. His kisses are also PDA approved, they’re so respectful that even onlookers don’t think twice about it.

⛧ Shiu Kong

Shiu’s a sap for a good, long, and slow makeout session. Nothing screams “I love you” more than taking your time kissing your partner, gently exploring each others mouths and bodies. It’s so romantic you think your heart might swell and explode.

He’ll wrap his arms around you, and if you’re sitting down he’ll pull you onto his lap, looking at you with eyes so full of love that you can’t help but lean down to give him a peck. But Shiu always wants more; he’ll keep luring your lips back to his, tangling his hand in your hair while the other caresses you softly. He breathes out soft hums of approval as the kiss goes on and on, getting more intense with each movement, until your both burning with need that he’ll happily extinguish for you. 

wc: ~1700 i'm such a sucker for these men uhghghhghghgh

[missqhughes]

GET COMFORTABLE | L. HUGHES43

-> luke hughes x fem!reader

-> contains: underage drinking, making out, sexual themes, use of y/n, lowercase intended, hints to smut

-> IN WHICH: drunk words are sober thoughts; when y/n gets just a bit too drunk at a date party, she finds herself getting more comfortable with her best friend than she thought she ever would.

-> thank you for all the love for my previous post GUYSSSS UGH 🤗 so this idea popped into my head like right after posting that so i was toooo ready to get into it. as always, hope you love it as much as i do!

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

shot number, what, 9 maybe?

whatever it was, y/n definitely lost count. all the alcohol she was consuming was beginning to taste like water, and the buzz was pulsating through her veins.

talking amongst her friends girls, y/n spots luke chatting in his own group. she slips past her friends, and taps him on the back of the shoulder.

“luke! where have you been? i’ve been looking for you!” she giggles, unable to get the sentence out fully coherent,

luke turns around, and immediately his lips curl into a smile at the sight of his giddy, drunk best friend.

“i’ve been here the whole time silly, you���re the one who keeps running off for another shot,”

his words are husky, his voice being raspy from having to shout through the night at the crowded voice filled house.

“another shot? me too! c’mon,” y/n practically ignored his whole sentence, only really hearing the words “another” and “shot”. she took his hand in hers, guiding him through the sea of other drunk college kids, eventually landing at a nearly empty bottle of smirnoff occupying a table.

y/n’s concentration is purely filling up the cups for the two of them, but luke’s is elsewhere. he can’t help but notice how suddenly short her dress looks, hugging her curves, and her messy hair and make up is giving him gateway to thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be thinking about her.

he snaps out of his trance when y/n’s voice sounds through his ears,

“ready?” she looks over, handing the bright red solo cup to him with a smile on her face.

“yeah, let’s do it,” he says, taking the cup from her hands and tapping it with her own before downing the burning liquid into his throat.

y/n makes a face for a split second, before shaking it out and turning to luke, “can i be so honest,” she starts, leaning her head on his body, his suit jacket nowhere to be found and the buttons on his shirt slightly undone.

“what’s up?”

“i’m really, really drunk,” she laughs into his chest, “i definitely need some fresh air, can we go outside?” y/n turns her head to gaze up at luke, eyes slightly low and sultry with intoxication.

he tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear, “of course we can, lead the way”

y/n spins to grab is hand yet again pushing past the sea around them, until they meet the door of the house, pushing it open and being met with the cool night air.

“oh my god,” she practically moans out, closing her eyes with luke’s hand still intertwined with hers,

“this feels so good,” she leans back into him again, comfortable in the fresh air but also lukes warmth and scent radiating off his body.

“i know right, and it’s not loud as shit out here too,” he says, wrapping his arms around the girl in front of him.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary, the pair of them had always been affectionate with one another, they are best friends after all.

y/n’s phone buzzed in her hand, looking over to see who it was. her roommate was asking when she was going to be ready to be picked up, expressing her eagerness to go to bed.

“shit, it’s one of my roommates,” she said, opening her phone to type a definitely indecipherable text to her roommate.

“tell her you’ll be home soon, and that she doesn’t have to wait up,” luke said, watching y/n’s words jumble in her drafted text.

“i can’t, she’s picking me up,”

“i can take you home,” he suggests, she looks up at him with a new brightness in her eyes.

“ugh can you? i feel bad asking her to come to get me… wait aren’t you drunk?” her mind flips, she didn’t recall luke having any other drinks besides the one shot they took together, so she really had no clue.

“a little, but we can sit in my car while i sober up. you got a key to the apartment?”

y/n nodded her head, “there’s a key under the mat,”

“perfect, cmon, my car is just up the street” luke reached her hand out for her once more, knowing that y/n would most definitely be stumbling on the pavement trying to walk on her own.

getting to his sleek black bmw, luke opens the door for y/n before making his way to the drivers side.

she had been staring at him the whole time, admiring his appearance in his slightly drunk state. he did a double take only to find that both times she was in fact staring at him, with a small grin creeped on her face.

“luke, have i ever told you how much i appreciate you?” y/n said, leaning her arm on the center console, the other reached up to swirl one of his messy curls in her finger.

he shook his head, matching her happy expression, “you only tell me all the time y/n,” he joked, feeling his heart beat picking up.

“i know, i know. you know what’s crazy though?” she began,

“what?”

“i like, weirdly really want to kiss you right now.”

luke froze at her words, in disbelief of the sentence that just came out,

“y/n… you’re drunk,” he said wearily, almost signaling her to be careful about the things she’s letting slip her tongue.

“sober enough to know that i do really want to,” y/n said, eyes flickering over luke’s face before stopping at his lips.

he let out a shaky exhale, bringing his hand up to cup her face. he was weak to her advances, knowing he always had an attraction to his best friend, y/n feeling the same way it, neither speaking a word about it. but in her drunken state, the filter she had for her feelings was long gone.

“kiss me luke.”

there was no way he couldn’t. he had to give in to how pretty needy she was in this moment.

he put his hand on the back of her head, guiding y/n’s lips to meet his, and securing them in a sweet kiss. she sighed into it with bliss, letting her own hand fall from his curls to his chest.

y/n was cautious, considering luke’s initial reservations about kissing her. he however, was cautious to not let himself get too far, not wanting to push her, but god did he just want her to grind on his lap and kiss him like no tomorrow.

it took not even a minute for them to get into a rhythm, the gentle kissing escalating to a hungry makeout session, a silent share of their feelings towards each other.

y/n practically read his mind, reaching over to the side of the seat to push it back, crawling over to luke’s lap without once letting her lips leave his.

his hands instinctively latched on to her hips, y/n with an almost innocent softness, grinded on him.

luke’s grip on her sides became stronger, slightly bucking his hips up for friction, anything to cure the aching attention the inside of his pants needed.

at the same time, y/n’s mouth was fully exploring his, letting out barely audible moans when his crotch hit just the right spot on her clothed, aching pussy.

close to losing himself in the bliss of the moment, luke just barely pulled his lips from hers, panting as his eyes flutter shut.

“i need to take you home, if i don’t now… god… i’m gonna want to fuck you in my back seat,” luke lets his lips part open as his words linger in the now fogged up car.

y/n, who had absolutely no interest in going back to her own place, frowned at him, her hands dancing up to toy with his hair.

“but i don’t want to stop lu,”

the nickname made his stomach flutter,

“i don’t want to either, y/n. but you gotta go home eventually,”

she thought for a moment, he was right. she did need to go back home; sleep, shower, and mentally prepare for the raging hangover she was doomed to have the next morning.

she sighed in defeat, finding her way back to the passenger side, lingering to be as close to him as she was moments before,

“you’re right lu, but just so you like, know, i would have let you fuck me in your back seat.”

luke’s mind immediately went to the gutter, y/n’s previous grinding turned to a naked image of her bouncing on his dick, moaning his name in delight.

“why don’t you stay over?”

y/n’s head whipped to look at his, a slight surpised look on her face,

“really?”

“i mean yeah, not the first time you’ve stayed the night over there right,” he shrugged, sure she’s slept over and vice versa, but both of them knew the very different circumstance they were in now.

“i’d like that, i’ll text my roommate and tell her i’m at yours for the night.” fastening her seatbelt while she grabbed her phone from the dash, typing out the fastest text luke had seen anyone do.

he let out a dry laugh, turning the car on to make their way to his apartment.

luckily the drive was quick, luke’s hand resting dangerously high on y/n’s thigh, squeezing and rubbing his thumb on her exposed skin.

when he parked his car outside the apartment complex, the two hurriedly gathered their things, not wanting a drop of the night to get wasted. walking up to the door, he clicked the lock open and held it open for y/n to go in first.

luckily, luke’s other roommates were asleep, so there was no need for any kind of small talk. she slipped her shoes off, taking in the comfortable scent of luke’s apartment.

luke slipped off his shoes, not even bothering to put them away properly. he made his way towards y/n backing her into the wall behind.

“you want water pretty?” he whispered, careful to not be loud, “or something to eat? i can heat something up for-”

“cut the bullshit luke, let’s go to your room yeah?” she said, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, and grabbing the belt he was wearing, fiddling with the buckle.

his mouth moved into a devilish smile, “mhm, but remember you gotta be quiet,”

“no promises.”

luke reached to grab the back of her thighs, pulling her up to hang her legs around his waist, littering neck kisses all over in their hot pursuit for his bedroom.

pt. 2

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | end up here

a/n: i'm going FERALLLLLLL over this chapter. enjoy poisoned mercury's debut album hehe.

iv. end up here by 5sos

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“your band name doesn’t even make any sense,” you argued, eyes narrowing at the boy in front of you. 

luke crashed your secret spot, again, and refused to let you smoke in silence until you gave him a detailed explanation of how your day went. he knew you didn’t smoke every day, only on days that were particularly hard. he noticed that your bad days always had something to do with your dad, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to bring that up. 

anyway, you got fed up with his badgering and that stupid smirk on his face because he knew you were about to crack, and decided that if he was going to act like a toddler, you would too. hence, why you were now bringing up his band name. 

luke took offense to that because he thought the band name was cool. he was the one to suggest it. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let his hurt show on his face, “what do you mean? poisoned mercury is a sick name.” 

“mercury is already poisonous. your band name is like redundant or some shit.” 

“then why did so many people in history ingest it?” luke asked, recalling the one thing he remembered from his high school history class before he dropped out. he took a drag from his cigarette, turning his body a bit so the wind didn’t blow the smoke directly in your face. 

“they fucking died, castellan,” you replied, deadpan. 

“oh,” he blinked, staring off, “i didn’t know that.” 

you rolled your eyes, a habit that you’ve picked up whenever you were with him and sat back down on the bench. luke joined you, silent as he thought about what you just said. he really needed to stop zoning out during lessons, but since he was already out of high school, he guessed it didn’t matter anymore. 

as much as you hate to admit it, luke castellan was growing on you. sure, he got on your nerves like nobody else– the boy just doesn’t quit– but, he wasn’t half as bad as you originally thought. not that you’d ever tell him that though. 

when you got back to the cabin last week after helping with concert prep, the cabin was spotless. there were no empty red bull cans in sight, the table tops were free of crumbs, floor vacuumed and mopped, and there was even a candle burning on the counter. you approached your bedroom door to find a post-it on the handle. luke’s messy writing was smudged around the corners, but you could still make out what it said. 

“five star, 

i snitched on the boys and my mom will have a stern talk with them about their cleanliness. can’t promise that people will stop talking about me, but i can promise you won’t have to live in the dojo casa house mojo or whatever it was. 

ps i’m using the spot tomorrow, just thought i should let you know. maybe we can set up a calendar for reservations. 

luke :)” 

the cabin hasn’t been as messy since. whatever may castellan told the boys worked like a charm. there was still the occasional trash, but nothing crazy. it smelled better in the cabin too, still like a boy, but it smelled like expensive cologne more than anything. cedarwood and pine. 

and thankfully, the luke castellan hype train was starting to run out of steam, with many people finally realizing that he was also just a human being and the surprising revelation that luke castellan was not entertaining anyone during his time at camp helped with it as well. you still heard whispers about him here and there, but you were glad the topic of conversation was beginning to switch to something else. 

you and luke walked to the gym and back home every morning together. he and the boys sat with you and clarisse during meals. they tagged along for music lessons and spoke to the kids, which they really appreciated. they helped the older campers with writing music, luke particularly. you’d been around a few musicians in your life and many of them only kissed ass when your dad was around, but poisoned mercury was different. they were passionate about their music. that was clear.

after a conversation with clarisse, where she managed to convince you that not all musicians are like your ex, you began to let loose a little bit. you hung out with the boys more, partly as an excuse so clarisse could hang out with chris without causing too much suspicion, and found that you actually enjoyed their company. and luke castellan? well, he wasn’t half bad. that doesn’t mean he got off easy though. 

you took a hit of your vape, facing him, “are you done interrogating me?” 

“for now, yeah,” he smiled as you shook your head. “are you coming to the concert tonight?” 

“well, i did help organize it.” 

“a simple yes would’ve sufficed, five star,” luke teased, relighting his cigarette. it was burning unevenly and luke was never one to waste his cigarettes. “you gonna watch us play?” 

“don’t have a choice. dad wants me there the whole time.” 

“you can act a little excited,” luke ran a hand through his curls, “we are pretty good, you know.” 

“i know,” you hummed. the sun was beginning to set and there was a slight breeze in the air. goosebumps formed on your skin, the t-shirt and denim shorts you wore didn’t offer much comfort. you shivered, “i have listened to your music.” 

“are you cold?” 

your teeth chattered, but you shook your head, “i’m fine.” 

luke took off his hoodie, tossing it in your direction, “take it.” 

“no,” you tossed it back to him, “told you i’m good.”

always so stubborn, luke thought.  

“if you catch a cold, that’s not on me,” he placed the hoodie on the bench between the two of you. “which songs have you listened to?” 

“kilby girl, of course. it played on the radio so much when you guys first dropped it,” you said, remembering the days where you and your hometown friends would blast it in the car. it reminded you of high school, reckless decisions, life-long memories, and the thrill of knowing you were going to be playing the sport you’d worked so hard to excel in at a d1 level in the fall. you looked at him, sincerity in your eyes, “i really like family line. it might be my favorite.” 

luke’s eyebrows shot up. not many people talked about family line. it was probably their least streamed song. they never performed the song on tour because it was difficult for luke to sing it. it was a personal song to him. it was inspired by his relationship with his father, or lack thereof. 

when poisoned mercury first got signed to olympus records, luke sent a message to his dad on facebook. luke hadn’t tried to contact him since he was ten, not since his father returned his letter to him unopened, no response but a “return to sender” stamp plastered over the envelope. but after the small congratulatory party his mom set up for the band after they signed, luke felt like a little kid again, a kid who wanted to share the great news with his dad, so he found his dad on facebook, made an account, and sent him a message. 

he didn’t get a reply, which was expected, but it felt good for a second to pretend that he had a father to tell his good news to. luke thought he didn’t care about whether or not his dad was proud of him, but when his message went from “sent” to “read” a few days later, he was brought back to those moments in his life when he cried and wondered why he wasn’t enough to make his dad stay. he wrote family line in one sitting, on his bed in his bedroom in connecticut, looking at the little league medals on his wall that seemed to mock him. 

he originally didn’t want it on the album because he felt like it didn’t fit the vibe of the rest of the songs and that it was too real, too vulnerable for a debut album, but then he played it for his mom and she loved it. she cried when she first heard it and luke knew that even if people didn’t like the song, he was going to put it out for his mom. 

“huh,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, “wasn’t expecting that one. thought you’d be more of a crash my car type of girl.” 

“i like that too,” you shrugged, “but family line. that song. i don’t think i have the words to describe it.” 

“thanks, five star,” luke looked down at his feet, taking a puff from his dying cigarette. “that’s my mom’s favorite, too.” 

“did you write it?” 

luke nodded, looking to face you. there was a new expression on your face, one that you’d never used with him before. it was a mix of disbelief and awe. he tried not to get offended that you didn’t think he could write something like family line, but he couldn’t blame you. he didn’t really portray the type of person who would be able to be that raw and vulnerable on a song. “me and trav write the lyrics for our songs, mostly. chris and connor help too, but the bulk of the lyrics are me.” 

“you need to stop doing that.”

he cocked his head to the side, crushing the cigarette butt on the hardware of the bench, “doing what?” 

“surprising me,” you shook your head, “i don’t like it.” 

“i don’t know what to tell you,” he chuckled, leaning back on the bench. he looked out into the lake, watching the sun disappear behind the mountains, “i have layers. you just gotta give me a chance.” 

“how do you do it?” you sat criss cross on the bench, leaning against the arm rest. “how do you write like that?” 

you’d always been curious about music, even if you weren’t good at it. your dad was never one to answer your questions, especially because you were interested in lyrics more than anything, and that wasn’t his forte. 

luke mimicked your actions, “i dunno. personal experience, i guess?”

you frowned, thinking about the lyrics of family line. luke never talked about his dad, but spoke highly of his mom. was family line based on his own life? if it was, his dad was an asshole. 

you relented to the cold, grabbing the hoodie that he left in between the two of you. you ignored the triumphant smile on his face when you draped the sweater over your bare legs, shielding them from the wind chills. 

he continued, “sometimes things happen to me that get me worked up and i have to write a song about it. sometimes, it’s based on my imagination. it depends.”

you wanted to ask him about his dad, but you didn’t know if he considered you guys friends yet. it’s not like you made it easy for him anyway. you could deal with the banters and annoyance, but you didn’t want to push him to talk about something he wasn’t ready to. you could be a dick, but you weren’t cruel. 

you changed the subject, “okay, let’s play a game.” 

“21 questions?” luke bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. he waggled his eyebrows, dodging your arm that reached out to smack him. 

“you’re gross,” you gagged, knowing the implications of the game, “no, i’m gonna ask about the songs on your album and you tell me if it’s real life or from your imagination.” 

“alright, go for it five star,” he beamed, propping his elbows on his crossed knees. he loved talking about music with anyone. he could go on and on for hours. 

“18.” 

“real,” luke snorted, remembering the first time travis pitched the idea for the song to the band, “but not my experience. it was trav. he met this girl at one of our gigs in new york, right after we got signed, and he was obsessed. she was a freshman at nyu and she kept telling him he was too young for her, even though she was just less than a year older. trav was hooked.” 

you could picture it. it was definitely something travis would do. “okay, another one of my favorites. only angel?” 

“not real,” luke shook his head, a slight blush creeping up on his face. “if you tell anyone, five star, i will vehemently deny it, but i had a crush on jade west from victorious and i wrote it about her.” 

there was something about jade west that made luke like a love-sick puppy. ignoring the fact that she was hot, her attitude was something that luke was attracted to. she had a tough exterior and acted like she didn’t care about people, but she had her moments where she was soft and kind to the people she cared about the most. luke liked that. the idea that someone could be sensitive but only to the people they deemed worthy. 

he’d spent so much of his life trying to be worthy, in whatever way the stage of his life defined it, and he craved it– a pat on the back, an approval, a confirmation that he was worthy of it. 

you threw your head back laughing, surprised by his ridiculous confession. the sound of your laughter rang across the woods, making luke smile. your voice echoed throughout the trees and he his senses were surrounded by you. it hit luke like a truck. 

he sucked in a breath, taking out his phone. he jolted from his seat for more than one reason. “shit, five star. we gotta go.” 

you took out your phone too, checking the time. your eyes widened as you got up from your seat. you threw his hoodie over to him, “fuck, we’re late.” 

the two of you raced out of the woods, arriving to the concert venue with flushed faces and rapid breaths. you could feel clarisse’s knowing eyes on you as you got ready for the concert. you tried your best to ignore it. you were going to deal with that later. 

–

“and for the final event, i know you guys are looking forward to this one,” your dad laughed into the mic. the sun was long gone and there were disco lights illuminating the stage. a smoke machine was on either corner, making it difficult to see the bottom half of the stage. you and clarisse stood in the front row, listening to the deafening cheers of the campers. “ladies and gents, welcome poisoned mercury!” 

the screams got louder which you didn’t even know was possible. travis entered the stage first, sticking his tongue out as he expertly twirled his drumsticks around his fingers. connor came in next, smiling and waving at the crowd as he plugged his guitar into the amp. chris walked in with his bass strapped around his neck, eyes immediately finding clarisse and sending her a shy smile. you nudged her teasingly, enjoying the way she blushed under the lights. 

then luke castellan walked in. he ditched his hoodie and t-shirt and walked in with a white tank top on, messing with the curls on his head. he tugged on the silver necklace around his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd. he threw a wink to the group of the older girls in the back, turning to travis to let out a laugh at their reaction. the lights on the boys were blinding and a thin layer of sweat already began to form on their skin despite the bite to the air. 

luke took center stage, picking up his guitar. he leaned over directly in front of you, fingers pretending to mess with the wires connecting his guitar to the speakers, “hey, five star.” 

he straightened his back before you could reply. clarisse’s eyes darted between you and the boy, now nudging you like you did to her earlier. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the rest of the boys as luke began talking on the mic. 

“what’s up, camp half blood?” luke screamed into the mic. the crowd roared. “we’re poisoned mercury and we are so happy to be with you guys here this summer. before we close out this awesome concert, i wanna introduce our lovely band.” 

“on drums, we have the one and only, travis stoll!” luke turned around to applaud travis as he did a little drum solo, head banging as he hit the drums. he turned to connor, “on lead guitar, we have the amazing connor stoll!” 

connor strummed his guitar, leaning over on the left side to soak in the applause of the crowd. the girls beside you swooned as he unleashed one of his award-winning smiles. 

luke faced chris, “and on bass, we have my very best friend in the entire world, my 4lifer, chris rodriguez!” clarisse cheered loudly for chris as he played a tune on his bass, mouthing, “love you, brother,” to luke as he played. the crowd quited for a second as luke addressed them again, “and my name is luke castellan. we’re poisoned mercury!” 

you turned around to look at the crowd. the size of the crowd tripled when the boys got on stage. everyone had a smile on their face, excited to hear them play. 

“the song we’ll be singing for you guys today is from our debut album,” luke adjusted his mic on the stand. he got closer to it, lips touching the metal, “this is only angel.” 

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at their song choice. this was not the song they were supposed to sing. they’d been rehearsing kilby girl for the past week. luke saw your reaction, laughing along with you. 

the instrumentals began and you nearly missed the beat drop because of the cheers from the crowd. as the song progressed, the boys were one with the music. you watched luke sing, working the crowd like a pro. his skin glistened under the spotlight, beads of sweat tricking down the side of his face. he approached chris when the chorus started, dragging his mic stand with him. he swung his guitar around so it rested on his back as he sang the lyrics. his curls were sticking to his forehead, eyebrows raised in glee as he performed. 

you couldn’t take your eyes off the lead singer, not even when the rest of the band had their own solos in the song. your eyes were glued on luke; how his adam’s apple was on full display as he threw his head back, getting lost in the music, how his arms flexed as he wrapped the mic cord around his fist, how his thin tank top stuck to his body and how it raised when he lifted his arm up to bring the mic closer to his lips. you saw the outline of his abdomen and his v-line. 

but what really got you was his face. he looked at peace on stage, a wide smile on his face, full lips pink and glossy as he licked them in between verses. he looked incredible up there, like that was where he belonged. he was born to be on stage like this. 

“fuck,” you mumbled, applauding at the end of their song. luke’s eyes found yours as he sang the last bit of the song, smiling at you. you hoped clarisse couldn’t hear you talk to yourself. you looked down at your feet, tugging nervously on the collar of your shirt, “i get it now.”

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Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: ~2.4K

Warning: Messy, mature themes & 🌶️ implied, a bit of a domestic situation.

Summary: The rendezvous with Rio continue causing James to spiral. only women are better cheaters. Rio proposes something outside of his previous boundaries. Japan is revealed while you get to keep your secret about Rio a little longer.

Sitting in front of the mirror pleased with your makeup you go over excuses in your head. You’ve set up the perfect situation. You’ve overheard James whispering and arguing on the phone. Japan’s been blowing his line up. You already know your husband is suspicious of you but everyday you care a little less. Your own indiscretions with Rio let you know how much work it is to be dishonest. Chasing the highs of being a well off young professional has your husband thinking too much of himself and now he’s paying with his eroding marriage. It’s Rio who’s been consistent for a man who doesn’t think he's the relationship type. Looking yourself, you smile, feeling sexy. It’s become a familiar feeling again with Rio.  Heading downstairs you find James sitting on the couch which is a rarity for a Friday night. Usually he has some more important plans than spending time with you.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Friends bachelorette” you smile.

“Which friend?” he asks.

“Marlène from yoga, I was invited.” you tell him.

“Marlène” he says trying to register the name. “I can drive you there and pick you up” he offers.

“No need babe, I don’t drink” you remind him.

“How late?” he asks.

“Maybe 2 or 3 the latest” you tell him.

“Okay, maybe we should keep a calendar so we can keep up with each other's schedules. In case I want to surprise you” he suggests.

“Sure, I’ll see you in a bit” you smile waving.

“Hold up, we were invited to the wedding?” He asks standing as he makes his way over to you.

“I declined the invite. I know how busy you get.” You respond. 

“Next time, ask me first. I love you and I want to do what it takes to make you happy. I know it’s been hard since the move but I’m here and I’m in this and I miss you.” He says. All it took was some distance for him to shape up and pay attention.

“Ok” you nod pecking his lips and when he deepens the kiss, it's all wrong. The passion isn’t there, or if it is it doesn’t mix well with his lies and betrayal. You’re relieved when he pulls away. Your heart isn’t racing, there's no tingles or butterflies. Your heart settles a little knowing the sun has set on your marriage. You force a smile heading out to the car. Standing there James is struck with panic, sure now more than ever he’s losing you.

Heading out you meet a new group of friends at one of Rio’s clubs. It’s a bachelorette party. You remember yours. You’d been too young to be considered someone’s wife and so excited to do whatever James asked of you. It’s bittersweet memories. Had you known then what you know now you wouldn't have walked down the aisle. A cheater, a liar, a coward and your husband. Mentally you decide to file the next time you have some free time or at least get the papers. Once the liquor starts flowing between the girls you call Rio as planned. The thrill is still there, it’s how you're making it through this tough time. Reclaiming your agency as a woman. Rejecting the treatment you once settled for. Doing James just as bad. It’s dark when Rio rolls up to the back entrance of his establishment. It's only been fifteen minutes since you made the call, he gets out his G-Wagon matching it in all black. His hands go into the pockets of his black denim jacket as he waits against the passenger door. You dont waste any time heading to him. His smile is the same as always as his eyes look you over in appreciation. Rio never misses the details. Stepping aside he opens the door helping you into the truck. 

“You good?” He asks and you nod as he pulls off. 

“You?” You ask.

“Mhm” he nods. The silence is comfortable and Rio keeps a hand on your thigh possessively as he drives to his place. You notice he’s not here with you and somewhere else in his thoughts when he passes the exit to his place.

“Rio, you missed the exit” you tell him.

“I’m taking you to my place” he mutters looking over at you. You swallow feeling the new reality between you has changed. You're no longer on quicksand, you're in it. You don't respond feeling comfortable with the decision. You place your hand over his on your thigh.

“I gotta go out of town for a few days,” he says, breaking the silence.

“How long is a few days” you ask.

“Three, I was hoping you could come with me,” Rio says, shocking you. It’s what had been on his mind. If he left it would give James the opportunity to slither his way back into your good graces and probably lead to a reconciliation. Something Rio didn't want to even entertain the possibility of for his own selfish reasons, among the principal of things.

“Come with you?” you ask.

“That’s what I said, what I fuck you so good you cant hear now?” he remarks and you hit him playfully.

“Shut up” you laugh.

“You coming or what?” he asks and you look him over.

“Where are you heading?” you ask.

“Mexico for my cousin's wedding. I have a plus one” Rio says casually.

“I would love to but with all I have going on it’s not the right time” you sigh.

Rio’s nostrils flare in frustration “So what?”

You sigh, “Rio, leaving the country to be your date looks bad.”

“Fuck everyone who would question you after you say he stepped out” Rio snaps.

“Rio you’re being unreasonable” you respond.

“What about me gives off reasonable?” he responds and you smile. He’s right from day one he’s been a handful.

“Rio” you start.

“Tell him whatever he needs to hear, then bring your ass to Mexico with me.” he demands like it's not even a question.

“You want me held up in your room like a sex slave for a few days” You scoff.

“Shit the roleplaying might get you off” he shrugs still upset that you aren't jumping up and down like most women. Rio doesn't like having to compete for your time with the ego of a man that doesnt deserve you even a little.

“You’re being an ass” you smile, rolling your eyes at him playfully. He comes in for a kiss and your phone rings. You look at the caller ID and see it’s James. Rio sighs and you follow suit. You let it ring out but he calls again. After the third ring Rio turns on his sound system to mimic the club before hitting the answer.

“James?” You say.

“What time are you getting home? It's after one” he says.

“I don’t know I’m having fun” you lie.

“I’ll come meet you” he offers.

“No, go out with your friends. Don’t wait up.” You shout.

“No, I miss you and I want to make love to my wife tonight.” The thought alone is off putting. When your eyes re-open from the disgusted shudder you find Rio watching you pissed.

“Sorry I can’t hear you, I’ll see you in a bit. Bye!” You shout hanging up.

“You’re gonna have to tell him you know,” Rio says.

“I’m not ready to play pretend with my family or his. It’ll take time away from you and I'm having fun.” You explain knowing how it’ll work. Women were expected to be distraught, hurt or psychotic after infidelity from their husbands. Your callously orchestrated revenge will be vilified and used as justification for his indiscretions in the beginning. You’ll be burned at the stake for not lying down and taking disrespect.

“Think he’s shitting himself now? When he knows you know and sees you riding around with me, me taking you out treating you right. Then what?” Rio says onto your lips kissing you. The thought of James getting his just due is desert for the both of you. Your moans are audible as his lips kiss you down your neck. His hands hold you there firmly.

“Are you listening?” He asks.

“Yes” you nod.

“Good” his voice softens his dark eyes holding yours.

“He doesn’t get to touch you, doesn’t get to sleep beside you, doesn’t get to see you undressed, nothing. His time’s up mama.” His words are slow and deliberate. He’s placed his claim. His possession is all in his eyes. “Handle it, Love, or I will” he warns, incapable of sharing. You don’t even make it to the bathroom. Rio has his way with you on the couch talking you through it. He fights for control over what he’s feeling and channels all his jealousy and possessiveness into making you feel good enough to want him. Enough to forget about the feelings of a man that did not consider yours or upkeep his vows. You spend the night christening his home and the morning is everything you hoped morning’s with James would be like in this new city. Slow and full of comfortable silences based on quality time. Rio typically did not talk too much, not needing to but today was different. He wanted to put an end to Jame’s hold on you. To James being a two timing fuck waling around like he owns the world. He wanted James to pay for blowing up your life. By the time you leave Rio’s place it’s 9am. That’s how little fucks you have left to give. You don’t expect James to be waiting at the house when you arrive but he’s sitting in the living room fuming mad. His eyes go to your rings first. When they are located he calms down just a touch.

“Where the fuck have you been!” He snaps through gritted teeth, standing and closing the distance and sniffing you like a dog. It’s how you should treat him.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” You shout triggered.

“You’re not walking out of this house again to go anywhere without me. Matter of fact, give me your phone!” He snaps grabbing your purse from your arm. He finds your phone unlocking it with Face ID and going through it. Instead of fighting him you go for his phone on the island knowing you’re in the clear. You search to find the messages have degraded into arguing instead of steamy exchanges. The blue flame between James and his mistress has faded into contention with him trying to be more present in his marriage. It’s against everything the mistress wants to hear. Little miss Japan is pulling out the stops. Her revised attempts at luring your husband away from you flip a switch. You clear the counter throwing two vases at him in succession. He fails to duck away from the first one hitting him in the chest. The other douses him with water before shattering on the ground.

“I should’ve known you were cheating!” you scream, snapping him out of his rage. Fear flashes in his expression. “All the accusations! Neglect, no sex, it was all here” you snap holding up his phone. Tears well as you release the secret you’ve been keeping in for the past few weeks. You send the phone flying at him too. The device hits him in the chest and you snatch yours from him. “That’s how you’d let some women speak about me and talk to you. You dirty low down fuck!” You add feeling your hands and face heat from the rage.

“Baby” he panics “It was a mistake.”

“Don’t call me baby, matter of fact don't call me anything! Don’t call me!” You cry getting your keys and heading out. “Japan, Japan, Japan, whole time Japan is a fucking woman that you’re seeing!” you continue your tirade.

“Y/N!” He snaps. “I’m sorry. I can explain, listen to me.” His words mean nothing and you keep on heading to your car. He grabs you violently.

“I said I’m sorry!” he asserts with a mixture of anger and panic.

“You are and I’m done with you” you pull away but he grabs you. You try to free yourself but he’s too strong. You struggle against him as you and him exchange unheard feelings at a high volume. He wins the struggle.

“I said I’m sorry! I made a mistake but I love you!” He shouts, shaking you and your heart races as you see all the threads you’ve been picking at are loose. You want to stick the nail in the coffin but you don't. Instead you look at him with all the hate you feel for the predicament his actions have created. 

“I hate you and you’ll regret it I promise” you snap, turning to face him as you open the garage. Fear turns from panic to rage again at your threat. He grabs your arm unlike ever before. “Get out my face and let me go. Go be where you’ve been with her.” you snap pushing him off. 

“Don’t walk away from me and don’t threaten me!” He snaps as you get to your car. Before you get in he grabs your hood, yanking you back.

“What’s going on here?” An officer interrupts. Just the way his eyes fall on you it’s clear he’s been sent by Rio. James steps back and you readjust your neckline.

“I’m trying to leave and he won’t let me” you speak frankly. You hear James gasp in shock at your betrayal.

.

“She’s my wife. Officer I just want to speak with her” James says. You look him over and see he’s all wet. It definitely looks like a domestic dispute.

“Do you want to speak with him?” the officer asks you.

“No” you respond and the officer opens your car door. You get in.

“Y/N!” James shouts.

“Keeping her here against her will with force is something I can charge you with” the officer informs your asshole soon to be ex-husband.

“It’s a marital disagreement,” James says, trying to turn on the charm. It doesn’t work on the officer who gives him a final glare before walking out with you. 

“Stay put” he snaps at James. “Are you alright?” he asks and you nod, adjusting your sweater and clothes. 

“Yes”

“Did he hit you?”

“No officer he didn’t” you confess honestly.

“Go see Rio” the cop whispers before closing the car door. You’re a little startled at how perceptive you are and pull out of the driveway to head to Rio’s place. You find him pissed and pacing. His eyes go to your stretched out collar but he keeps his thoughts to himself offering you comfort and a hug. He ignores his phone ringing and you ignore yours until James stops calling and it’s your mom. you already know. James is in damage control mode.

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KINKTOBER DAY ONE-TEACH HIM

steve harrington x reader x eddie munson.

summary: eddie teaches steve how to fuck reader after finding out in a playful game of truth or dare that he was still a virgin despite all the rumors

it wasnt uncommon to find the three of you together. in fact it was more uncommon to find you apart, espically during the summer. the heat was intense, luckily it was cooler the later it got in the evening but the sun still beamed threw the gap in steves curtains.

the trio of you, were sitting in different places sprawled out across steves bedroom. eddie sitting with his legs thrown out infront of him on steves bed,dark curls falling infront of his face as he rolls another joint.

steve sitting by the window, one foot placed fully on the floor the other bent with his head leant against it. the window open next to him the slight breeze that blew in feeling amazing against his burnt shoulders.

and finally you, sitting on the floor, laid out on your stomach flicking threw a comic book you found under steves bed. your legs just swinging slightly behind you as you hum along to the distant sound of whatever song was coming out of the jukebox on steves desk.

"cant you think of something more interesting?" you sighs rolling your eyes slightly.

the group of you had been playing truth or day for the past 20 minuets. and the truths and dares were boring. nothing out of the ordianary 'i dare you to lick your own foot' eddie's dare always were distgusting. or steves 'truth: how many lies have you told?'

"like what?" eddie scoffs, himself brushing his hair out of his face aagain as he packs up the rolling tray and grinder on his lap tucking them back away into his little box.

"i dont know, something a bit more fun" you mutter, your eyes darting away from your comic to glance over at steve seeing him looking between the two of you, an almost bored expession on his face to match yours.

“Okay...okay, so who’s next?” Eddie grinned, running a hand through his messy hair as he shuffles to the end of the bed the joint being pushed to sit behind his ear making you look over at him.

His deep brown eyes danced with mischief as the group of friends stared at each other, a mix of curiosity and anticipation hanging in the air, in hopes that the large feeling of boredem would quickly fade.

“I’ll go” Steve grunts, trying to mask the slight yawn in his voice. He leaned forward, his heart pounding a little faster than usual as he notices the gimmer in eddies eyes. that wasnt there before was it?He was always nervous around Eddie—there was something magnetic about him that both thrilled and intimidated Steve.

but he wouldnt ever admit that to anyone.

“Alright, Steve!” Eddie leaned back, eyes glinting with delight. “Truth or dare?”

“Uhh, truth,” Steve replied, his face warming under Eddie’s playful gaze.

Eddie’s lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Is it true that all those rumors about you being a stud in the bedroom are actually just rumors?”

the question made Steve’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, his timid façade crumbling under the scrutiny.

your quick to look at eddie with wide eyes, yes the three of you wasnt shy when it came to sex but this was a big change compareed the previous questions that had been asked.

" you dont have to answer steve eddies just being an asshole" you speak quickly sitting up a small smile on your face as you look at steve before glancing back at eddie with wide eyes.

“Actually… that’s really not true. I’m… well, I’m still a virgin.” His confession hung heavily in the air, and the room fell silent, where laughter had just flowed freely.

Eddie was momentarily stunned, his mouth slightly agape as he processed Steve’s words. “No way. Really?” His tone was teasing but there was an underlying sense of curiosity in his voice.

your were shocked, there was no way. not with how you had heard rumors all the way threw school so far, about steve harrington. king steve.

"so you and nancy never?" i ask staring at him making the blush more apparent on his cheeks, he shakes his head his feet now both coming to firmly lay on the ground infront of him as he turns fully towards me and eddie.

“no erm...yeah, well, I guess it’s just never been the right time, you know?” Steve shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the heat radiating from his face. you could see the way that he was getting uncomfortable....in his mind his body was racing, he felt flushed. hot. and was confused by the way you was frowning up at him.

A sly grin broke across Eddie’s face. “Well, well, well! I think it’s time someone taught you how to have some fun, don’t you?” His eyes flicked toward you, a glint suggesting he had a devious plan forming, he stood up quickly, both yourself and steve looking at him with confused and shocked eyes.

You felt a flutter of excitement mixed with trepidation. You loved Eddie—his slightly dominant persona always made your heart race. But there was a curiosity and closeness with Steve that made you feel equally drawn to him. You looked between the two boys, sensing the charge in the air.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Steve asked, his brows furrowing slightly, though you could see the intrigue building.

"eds?" you ask watching eddie walk past you, his hand reaching out to pet your head a small shush coming out of his lips as he walks over to steve.

standing just infront of him, steve looks up at eddie. now that the munson boy was closer he could see the pink flushed look on steves cheeks and the way that his eyes were glazed over just the smallest amount.

eddie would have to fix that he thought.

“Dare!” Eddie smirked, a challenge in his tone., as he reaches out and took steves chin in his hand. you wacthed from your place sat on the floor, the way steve was looking up at eddie, the hold your boyfriend had on his bestfriends chin making your cheeks match steves.“I dare you, Steve, to… you know, make sweet love to my girlfriend here.” He flashed a cocky smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief, the implication weighting his words.

You gasped, feeling your heart race. “Eddie, wait!” But deep down, there was a part of you that was curious, that wanted to explore this dynamic.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Eddie said smoothly, as he walked over to you holding a hand out for you stand up, instantly taking it, a concerned look in your eyes as you glance over to steve before feeling eddie push your face to look at him instead. leaning in and placing a soft kiss against your temple. "it'll be fine."

The air thickened with intensity as you looked into Steve’s eyes—his nervousness apparent but laced with a hint of excitement. You bit your lip, feeling the swirl of emotions ready to erupt.

"is this what you want?" you whisper eyes slowly falling back onto steve as he sits on the window bench still, his eyes stuck on the two of you.

you left eddies arms as you walked over to steve, eddie making his way to sit back down on the bed. the whole tone in the room and air thickening as you stepped over to steve and stood between his legs.

"if you dont-" you go to speak but feel steve slowly reach up and place his hands on your hips.

"i...erm...i want...to" steve stutters slightly, the way his fingers brush lightly against your hips is a good contrast compared to the way eddie normally grabs you and tugs you against him, leaving bruises in his shadows.

“Okay,” you murmured, feeling a strange new warmth rush through you. “But… how?”

you and steve found yourselfs standing by the bed awaiting eddies comands, on one had you wasnt shy when it came to sex. you and eddies sex life was fairly acivate. you and steve just didnt want to cross a line. after all you were still eddies girl.

Eddie took charge, motioning for you both to lie back on the bed. “First, just relax, Steve. It’s all about the connection, alright? You’ve got to feel the moment.”

Steve nodded, visibly trying to suppress his anxiety as he settled himself on the bed, his back leaning against the headbpard, leans parted slightly. eyes just starig over at eddie. The chemistry crackled—Eddie’s dominant nature mingling effortlessly with your sweetness, and Steve’s shyness turning into a compelling curiosity.

You shivered slightly as Eddie placed his hands on your waist,lifting you up, and placing you on steves lap, instantly your legs widening to strddle his waist, knees digging into the sheets on either side of his hips.

“No pressure, okay? Just be yourself, Steve. You’re a sweet boy, and I know you can do this.” Eddie’s praise wrapped around Steve like a warm embrace, igniting a spark of confidence in him.

you glanced over at eddie as he went to sit on the bench by the window tugging the joint from behind his ear, he smirks feeling the way both me and steve were looking at him for direction.

"well dont look at me" eddie chuckles before gesturing towards us again, in an almost shooing motion.

the blush on yours and steves cheeks were incredibley apparent as you both turned to look back at each other. steves hands lifting to rest on your hips again.

"kiss her then"eddie chuckles once again, he couldnt believe how adorable king steve really was. it was shocking, to watch the way steve fumbled at first his hand slowly raising to rest on your cheek before you both brought your lips together.

steve slowly kisses you, you could feel how unsure he was, how he didnt really know what he was doing. moving his mouth with yours slowly, you placed your arms around the back of his neck just leaning into him as your kiss deepened. eddie smirked in the background lighting his joint.

the smacking noise of your lips together was ringing threw the room, as a sudden confidence in steve made him lower his other hand to your behind, and slowly rolling your hips into his

eddie watched a smile on his face as he smokes his joint, his eyes training onto the way steve had his tongue in your mouth, the way he grinds your hips into his, a sudden quiet whimper slipping from your lips.

"alright alright"eddie's words made you and steve quickly pull away, staring at each other, it was apparent by the way you both pant and stare darkly into each others faces. you both wanted each other.

With coaxing laughter and gentle touches, a newfound intimacy blossomed. Eddie guided Steve’s hands to your body, whispering encouragement, reminding him of the thrilling dance of exploration. Every tentative caress sent shivers along your spine, your head quickly becoming floaty with anticipation.

“Eddie… I—” Steve’s voice wavered, confusion and wonder mingling together as he gazed at you, before slowly looking over to the munson boy smoking.

eddie runs his tongue across his top teeth before balencing his joint on the window and walking over to the bed.

“It's okay, just follow my lead,” Eddie said, a commanding tone lacing his voice, but filled with care.he grabbed a hold of the back of your neck, pulling your hazing eyes away from steve to stare up at him. he rgins looking down at how flustured you were,He captured your lips in a heated kiss, igniting the fire within you, and you felt your heart thrumming in sync with the moment.

As Eddie’s lips found yours, you felt Steve’s hesitant hands grow bolder, exploring your curves. You whined softly against Eddie’s mouth, the pleasure brewing inside you feeling the way that steve ground your body against his again, the thrill of being the center of their attention making your heart race.

you could feel how wet you were, how hard steve was under you.a whimper coming from your lips made eddie pull away, his hand still holding the back of your head.

"you want to show stevie how much of a good girl you can be?"eddie's tone was full of domiance, but so much care. you knew he was just double checking again that you wanted this.

you nod, a small smile on your face as eddie lets go of your neck making you quick to look at steve.

"take em off pretty boy"eddie also turns his attention to steve, the boy quickly looking at him with a glazed expression. eddie lifting you off the harringtons lap to help you remove your joggers and t-shirt, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

steve did just that taking off his jeans with shaky hands, leaving him still in his boxers, eddies eyes roaming over the large buldge in the boys underwear. the small trail of hair that leads out from benith the fabric running up to his chest.

without saying anything else eddie lifts your body back onto steves, a gasp coming out of the both of you feeling the way your cores brush against each other as you straddle him and sit on his lap again.

"kiss her"eddie's gruff voice spits out, he couldnt deny the way that this was making him feel. watching the way that steve brings your lips to his again hungrily.more confident in his moves this time.

eddie had to strip himself of his own t-shirt and jeans before sitting down on the edge of the bed his hands slowly reaching over to placy with the hair at the back of steves neck. steve shivers his hips that were once slowly starting to rut again yours, shaking slightly at the feeling of both of you touching him.

"relax" eddies calm voice speaks out to him, guiding him slightly, his hand moving from steves hair to the hand that he had on your waist. fingers interlocking before eddie showed him exactly how to grind your hips against his in the best way, the best way to make the both of you feel good.

the moment he did a groan left steves lips, a whimper leaving yours.

"thats it,harrington..doesnt she sound pretty"eddie smirks, he was smug with the way that you and steve's lips pulled a way from each other, lips red and swollen, eyes heavy and filled with lust.

eddie reached up again this time, his hand locking in your hair tugging your head back slightly, a gasp leaving your mouth as your neck was revealed to steve.

"this little spot right here"eddie his breath was hot against the side of your neck as he brought himself closer to the two of you, now kneeling on the bed. he leans down sucking a harsh mark into your soft skin just behind your ear making you fill the room with a whimper, holding back the moan that was threatening to fall."thats the spot, have a go"eddie says a proud grin on his lips, seeing the way steve was watching so closely.

with eddies hand still in your hair, your neck still revealed steve tiltings his head towards you before going to the same spot, his breath hot like eddies but more shakey as he pressed his hot lips against your skin and started to suck.

the way your hips shook was like nothing you'd felt before. yes whilst eddie was amazing and felt rough and raw. steves lips felt soft againt your skin the way he was sucking your skin into his mouth felt needy, making you release that moan that was building up.

steve contiuned to leave kisses across your neck, leaving slightly lighter bite marks than eddie normally does but it still felt amazing.

you gasped when you felt eddies ringed finger brushing against the side of your panties.

"just gonna get you ready for him doll"eddies soft voice speaks as he nudges your underwear to the side, his fingers quick to slip onto your clit, the way he rubbed slow circles against it at first, and the feeling of steves wet sloppy kisses to your neck had your whining out. hands tugging at the hairs at the back of steves neck.

the whine made steve pull away and his eyes darted down to see what eddie was doing, eyes mesmerised by the way he was able to pull whimpering whines from your lips.

"i...i..." you try to speak, eyes going to eddie, finding him staring back at you. a smug expression on his face as he brushes your hair behind your ear.

"shhhh" his hand comes to brush over your head, tugging your face towards his as he brings your lips against his again, steve watching the way you submit into eddies hold straight away.

whilst eddies tongue easily pushed it's way into your mouth his fingers stopped there circles and moved to push at the enterance to your hole.

"p-please" you whimper against eddies lips, forgetting steve was even there for a moment.

"eyes on stevie baby"eddie whispers to you, making him whimper, the munson boy turning your head to look at steve.

meeting the harrington boys eyes, he smiles warmly at you, both of you hot and flushed,you both looked like a pair of horny teenagers.

when eddie pushed a finger into you, your mouth feel open, eyes quickly closing and body leaning into steves.

quick gasps leaving your lips as eddie moved his fingers inside of you.

eddie knew it wouldnt take long to stretch you open enough to take steve. he glanced over to the two of you noticing the way steve was holding your body against his lips back onto your neck.

it seemed like he liked leaving those small brusies into your skin. the thought made eddie pick up his pace, your body was shaking on steves lap. his own grunts were starting to leave his lips, as you rutted against him.

eddie slowly pulled his fingers out of you, your eyes shooting up to glare at him quickly.

"but-" you go to speak but you noticed the way he was shaking his head,

"you wanna cum on his cock or not you slut?"his words were mean but had you smiling. stevees eyes widening at the name he gave you.

whilst you climbed off steves lap to remove your underwear, eddie sat down next to steve.

"take these off for me"eddie speaks tapping steves hip, the boy nodding his hesd quickly like an obedient dog. his hips lifting to shift his boxers down quickly before throwing them off the side of the bed.

eddies eyes roamed over steves cock, as did yours. your eyes widening.. he was big. bigger than eddie. made not as thick as him but definetly longer.

you bit your lip watching the way eddie glances up at steve face before slowly reaching out placing his hand around the base of the body cock.

the gasp that left steves throat, oh my you wanted to hear that again and again. with a small grin you climbed back onto the bed too. watching the way eddie slowly brings his mouth down onto the tip of steve's cock. the way steve threw his head back instantly, had yourubbing your thighs together as you knelt on the bed.

you knew eddie wasnt exactly straight, you knew that he had a fantacy of wanting to share you with someone else. you just never believed how hot it would make you feel. watching your boyfriend open his mouth futher and take his bestfriends cock deeper into his mouth had you whimpering.

watching the spit that drooled out of eddies mouth and into the small amount of steve pubic hair.

steve was gasping, groaning, any sort of noise that could leave his lips was, before eddie pulled off him, a smirk on his face as he brings his thumb to the side of his mouth wiping away a mixture of precum and spit.

"come ere pretty" eddie speaks holding a hand out for you making you smile at him before taking his hand and shuffling back over to kneel, knees either side of steves hips.

steve looks up, still breathing heavily, his eyes scanning your naked frame, eyes roaming over your chest before landing on your pussy.

staring at the way eddie brings his hand to his mouth mouth you watch as he spits into his palm before slowly rubbing his fingers between your folds.

a whimper leaving your lips as you lift your hips upwards, eddies other hand coming to land on steves cokc, holding the base of it.

"go slow baby"eddie talks to you as you nod, your eyes going to steves as you look at him once again, checking he was okay with this. seeing nothing but list and pleasure and want, you slowly lower yourself down.

feeling his head brushing against your folds you gasp, steve quickly reaching out to grab your hips.

"ah ah slow"eddie tuts, his other hand that wasnt holding steves shaft coming to pick steves fingers off your hips.

steve grunts slightly as you slowly lower your self down onto him, taking him deeper and deeper the two of you breathing heavily, steves eyes watching the whole time as you sink onto him. your eyes closing, squeezing shut,

at first it was painful, you'd not even taken anyone or anything this big before, but when you finally felt the way steve was bottomed out. the feelin of all of your weight now resting on his own. the way he was burried as deep as he could be inside of you

slowly, eddies hands gripped your hips and pulled you up, his own cock was pushed painfully against his own boxers left and forgotten about. tonight was about steve.

"fuck..."steve groans out, feeling the way your inside's clenched around him as eddie lifted you off his cock slightly before lowering you back down again.

"just like that huh?"eddie taunts, a smirk on his lisp as he watches steves face closely, he couldnt deny the way his own cock was leaking seeing the please steve was experiancing. the way his breaths were short, a layer of sweat starting to wet the tips of his hair that brush against his forehead."your turn"eddie speaks, his words gentle as he takes steves hands in his and places them on your hips slowly guidng steve on how to rock your hips into him and lift you up enough that you could sink back down.

your body felt like it was on fire, everything was so hot, the way steves fingers lightly held your hips, the way his cock was slowly moving in and out of you. it was a stark contrast to the way that you and eddie normally fucked.

not rough and needy, not raw and harsh. no steve was slowly guidng himself in and out of you at a steady rythm, his eyes stcuk on your enterance taking him.

your own whimpers left your lips as you held yourself up right,eyes watching his face like eddies did. you felt eddie movng behind you and expected him to place his hands on you again but he didnt.

instead he climbed off the bed and went back to the window, you tossing your head over your shoulder confused, a throaty whine leaving your moan.

"eddi-" you try to whimper, steve moving slowly still inside you.

"pay attention to steve dollface" eddie gestures to the other boy making you whimper but turn to face steve, your hand now landing to rest on his chest.

eddie sits down on the bench by the window, his fingers reaching out to pull his own cock out of his boxers, his hand quickly grabbing the base of it and tugging at it. the angle he had was incredible. he wacthed the way steves balls bounced against your skin each time that he thrusted inside of you. the way your head was throan back slightly, the sunlight that was shining into the room showing the sweat that was rolling down your back.

“Good boy, just like that, Steve,” Eddie encouraged, his voice sultry and deep. “You’re doing so great.”

eddies voice made steve whimper himself, your eyes opening to stare at his face as he makes that noise. you'd never heard eddie make such a vunerable noise before. it made you grind your hips down deeper onto him, wanting him to make the noise again.

"fuck, feels so good" steves voice was short and almost whiny as he speaks, your own whimpers matching his as he starts to quicken his pace.

Steve’s initial shyness peeled away layer by layer in the wake of Eddie’s guidance. With every gentle kiss and soft sigh, the connection between the three of you only intensified. when eddie praised Steve, the dominant energy mixing with soft encouragement, made steve beam with newfound confidence that was intoxicating to witness.

You found yourself floating in a haze of pleasure, both from Eddie’s steely gaze and Steve’s delicate exploration. It was a whirlwind of sensations—the way their energies merged together, molding a dance that was both thrilling and intimate.

in the background you could hear the way eddie was fisting his own cock, the scene making himself grunt into his own hand.

when steves hips started to stutter, you knew he was close and you knew you was to. seeing the way a frown etched into his forehead as he focused on thrusting up into you, your head is throne back as you gasp turning to look over at eddie.

"close princess?"eddies voice comes out gruff and deep as you stare at him rubbing his hand up and down his own shaft at the same speed steve was pushing himself into you.

"yeah" steves reply made both you and eddie look at him, eddie smirking seeing the completely fucked out expression on the harrington boys face, his hips still moving, hands digging more into your hips.

"let go stevie, fill her up for me"eddies voice was strong and domianting as he watches steves eyes screw shut quickly, his hips shooting up to thrust a particullar deep thrust into you, shoving himself so deep inside you it had you coming undone at the same time.

your own eyes screwing shut, lip bitten between your teeth as you feel him stuttering inside you, your walls clenching around him quickly. steve doesnt bother to pull out of you, or even move as you both ride your highs. the feeling you was both feeling was intense, amazing euphoria.

you laid on his chest his cock still inside you, both of you sweaty and out of breath, one of his hands lifting to wrap around your waist.

5 minutes passed and neither of you had moved but you was both breathing more slowly, when you felt eddies rough palm brush against your back you jumped at first, before he started to rub it up and down.

"just me baby, come ere" he speaks slowly, his tone more gentle now compared to the rough and domiant one he once used.

he lifts you up slowly, when steves dick slides out of you the pair of you groan slightly before eddie lays you on the bed next to steve. a wet rag he must have grabbed from the bathroom made its way between your legs cleaning you up before he helped you slide a t-shirt over your head.

"lay back down" eddie speaks slowly pushing you to lay down, before he walks over to steves side of the bed.

the harrington boy was blushing still, now sitting up more with his back against the headboard.

"got you a fresh pair"eddie speaks holding out a pair of clean boxers for steve making him smile appreciatively at him before shifting to slide them on.

"did you-" you quickly speak looking over at eddie, your eyes roaming down his body noticing the way he was wearing his boxers once again, the tent he once had, no longer there.

"yeah sweetheart, dont worry about me"eddie chuckles warmly, before he pushed steve to lay back down, you quick to cuddle into steves side which made eddie smile.

steve felt a bit awkward at first, when eddie walked back over to the window, and sat smoking his joint. laid in bed with his girlfriend after just fucking her. your head rested on steves chest, the blanket that eddie had pulled over the two of you resting just above your hips.

but steve smiles slightly, as eddie comes walking over to the bed and climbed in next to him, himself wrapping his arm around the boy making steve sigh happily leaning into his touch.

"so harrington? how was that?"eddie asks, one hand reaching up to brush his fingers threw steves hair, his legs intertwining with yours under the blanket.

"that was.....amazing"steve didnt have the words, he was glad that he got to lose his virginity in such a happy and safe enviroment. glad that he had someone to show he how to do it. he couldt deny the way that after all of that he felt.

but he tensed slightly now thinking of what was going to happen next. even if eddie and you wanted to do this again, steve wasnt sure he could. he wasnt just going to be the person you two come to when you want to spice up your sex life.

"i should erm, go i think robin wanted to hang out" steve mutters trying to sit up making you frown sitting up too, eddie quickly pushing him back down, hand on his shoulder,

" whatever your head is telling you right now, it aint true"eddie grunts, shaking his head, his eyes sticking into steves as steve sighs.

"do...do you want to go?"your voice speaks up, it was quiet and unsure as you saw steves nervous face.

"i erm...i dont wanna intrude"steve mutters, still staying put however. not moving after eddie told him to stay

"sweetheart after what we just did, you aint going anywhere"eddie chuckles laying back down tugging steve and you closer to himself.a relief filled sigh leaving steves mouth as he hum happily one hand around your waist, his head resting on eddies chest"but can we talk about the whole princess thing" eddie chuckles looking down at steve with a knowing look, the boy just blushing back at him.

you watched the two of them with a warm smile, knowing things were going to be much different from this day on, and you honestly prefered it. after today you found yourself looking at steve in a way that you never did before.

you couldnt imagine doing anything without him, or eddie.You felt complete, the puzzle pieces of your relationships fitting together in a way you had never anticipated. You had opened a door to new experiences, ensuring laughter, warmth, and a whole new understanding would linger well beyond the melding of your bodies.

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hello! could I request Felix and reader leaving together at an Oxford party and their night? THANK YOU<3 could be smut or fluff whatever you prefer

Hello lovely!! Here you go!!! Hope you enjoy xx 🩷

AN: smutttt, Dom!felix, small breeding kink, daddy kink and little bit of flufff <3 P in V, unprotected sex xoxo

Oxford parties.

Drunk people scattered around like zombies, making complete utter fools of themselves on the dance floor as loud hip music blared through the drums of each speaker. Copious amounts of strong liquor was always passed around and one could only hope they didn't get sick from sharing the mouth stained bottles.

Trashy to say the least—but classy in each partygoers pumped heart.

Felix Catton was known for always being in attendance at such parties and stemmed to be the heart throbbing crowd pleaser—that is for all the enraged horny females.

Practically throwing their limp, alcohol filled bodies at him, Felix wasn’t known to be a rejecting heartbreaker, but curiosity always got the best of him, leaving himself to never turn down a good night. Even if that meant following those girls back to their messy dorms.

However, All good things must come to an end, and what—or for a better word, who was finally good for Felix was none other than the most gorgeous girl on campus: Y/N Y/L.

Cuffed, taken, bagged; Felix could proudly admit for once, with a cheery smile, that he was in an amazing relationship.

So when Y/N and Felix started to arrive at every annual party, dashing hand in hand, they received the usual jealous stares from snotty singles and the more pleased ones from their tight knit group of friends.

This night was no different from the same, besides the new arcade fire song that was blasting on repeat. Although parties were a fun festivity to end off a tiresome week of studies, Y/N didn’t find the vibe as enjoyable as previous events.

Standing in the corner holding a red solo cup that was filled with more juice than vodka, Y/N kept to herself for the most part and only encouraged herself to drink by taking a few ditzy shots with Oliver while her beloved Felix was challenged to a silly game of beer pong.

Typical, she thought

Gulping the rest of her drink, Y/N tried her best to look for Felix and while she did so, she gave herself the time to elaborate a good excuse on why they should ditch the party.

The atmosphere was sweaty, humid, and a small stench of some lightweights nasty vomit sprouted it’s aroma from the bathroom. If that wasn’t a good wake up call, what was?

Lost in the haze of people who were doing some new stupid dance trend, Y/N groaned as she felt herself bumping into someone. Nearly spilling her drink, she managed to stop herself before becoming the embarrassment of the night.

She was too full of mental exhaustion—rather more frustrated to even look at up at the soul she collided into.

“Hey,” she knew that voice anywhere and instantly felt relief.

“Jeez fel,” she called him by his proufound nickname she granted him when they first started dating, “I’ve been looking for you like a mad man!”

He chuckled and wrapped a lose arm around her shoulder. Y/N’s eyes fluttered with awe as he did just so and she quickly wondered how in the midst of the grossness around them, Felix could still manage to look so perfect.

Ugh, just a quick glance at her man and she could feel herself growing internally hungry.

Dressed in a loose throw over that appeared to have not a single alcohol stain and his hair—heavens his hair, not one strand of his neat chestnut locks was out of place. He always kept his composure, at least that was one thing different about him and his inseparable sister, Venetia.

“So, ‘m thinking,” he began as he pulled Y/N closer into his chest, the smell of his lovely cologne filling her nose with its radiant clove scent.

“Oh, so you managed to actually use your brain tonight?” Y/N interrupted him, earning a swift tap on her button nose as he goofishly grinned at her.

“Quiet you,” he cooed before leaning closer to her frame, “wanna get out of here?

Her eyes widened in delight as she felt Felix slyly move his needy hands down to the hem of her plaid skirt. A slight clench of his hands that grabbed her bottom made her want to run as fast and far away into privacy with her loving man.

“I thought you’d never ask, love,” grinning like her face had no end, Felix offered his girlfriend his hand as they were about to politely escort themselves out of the way and into the young night.

That was until-

“Oi,” a voice chirped from behind them, causing the couple to swing back as a natural reaction, “and just where do you think you two lovebirds are going?” Oliver entered his way into the picture, something he managed to always do.

“Ollie,” Felix deviously beamed, “I have things to do.”

Felix could be such a smug little asshole.

“More like a special someone to do,” Oliver winked and lifted his cup in Y/N direction, earning an annoyed look of disapproval.

Oliver was just as much as an asshole, but that’s why him and Felix hit it so well.

“Catch you in a bit,” it was more of a statement as opposed to a question, but Oliver knew what the couple was up to.

Oliver knew better than to ever insult Y/N, but the more time Felix included her in things, she developed a strong bond with his pals, but Oliver had slithered his way with getting to know her the most.

He was welcoming, kind and graciously humble, unlike some of the many pricks that marked their way in Oxford, not caring who they belittled or how they did it.

“Whatever you say Mrs. Catton,” she playfully flipped Oliver off as he shook his head with a small chuckle, turning his back away from Y/N and Felix and into the crowd of people.

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“Felix!” Y/N giggled before she fell to the ground, laughing all the way down as she felt long, uncomfortable pieces of grass embrace her body. It was almost a tickling sensation.

“Shhhh,” Felix cupped his hand over her lipstick stained mouth, feeling her warm breath on his palm as it seemed nearly impossible for her to stop herself, “I don’t want to cause a scene my darling.”

With all her might, she moved Felix’s hand away from her face and contently sighed, “oh, but you always do, my love.”

“Feisty now?” He cocked an eyebrow down to where she layed like an angel in the field, waiting for him to avenge her with his sweet love.

“For you, always.”

“Then let’s stop wasting time,” he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at the thought of getting to put it in his sweet girl, tension rising within him to get the job done right, but to also make it lasting and worthwhile.

There was nothing more he loved than making her release herself in waves of pure ecstasy that came with her angelic moans of delight.

Throwing his shirt off somewhere in a small bush behind him, his graceful fingers took absolutely no time in undoing Y/N’s silk, button down and uncuffing her bra.

He was marveled at the sight before him and without any hesitation, he leaned down and began to mark her smooth skin with aggressive kisses that were filled with passion.

Y/N being half naked and about to do it in a forest; it seemed like something from a cheesy movie.

Doing the deed at a house party was cliche and reminded Felix of his past more than he liked to remember and doing it on one of the various campus balconies was adventurous—but a total letdown once it started to rain over Felix and Y/N.

However, now felt like the right time.

“Love,” Y/N gently spoke in between long kisses from Felix, “are you gonna take off my skirt?”

Y/N startled in place as Felix almost ripped off all of her bottoms, fearing he had broke one her favourite skirts he had purchased for her.

Fully naked, Y/N felt an immediate sensation of heat rush over her body and instantly forgot about all the outdoor surroundings as Felix yanked off his belt and threw away his jeans and boxers into mid air.

It was just her, Felix, and all the nights starry glory that was upon them.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he hands fondled her breasts, hard nipples graced the tips of his palms, “you’re beautiful.”

It might’ve been too dark for Felix to see it, but Y/N still managed to blush every time he complimented her—which was practically every heartfelt second they spent together .

“Fel,” she started to beg, “I need you.”

He eagerly placed himself back on top of her, leaving his hard cock to graze the outside of her already soaked cunt. In any regular situation, he would’ve been thrusting with all his might, but tonight he was feeling different.

“Not until you say my name, darling,” he demanded.

“Please daddy.” Y/N squeaked, panting for him to enter himself inside of her.

“That’s my good girl,” he smirked in delight, pushing himself with ease as his rock solid cock glided into Y/N.

“Mmm,” she tried to fight back a moan, but it was no use. She needed him more than ever.

She felt her legs twitch as they melted into bliss as Felix steadily did what he does best; fucking her.

“Baby,” he groaned as he maneuvered himself to grab her soft hair as he dove into her neck for more kisses, “you always get so damn wet for me.”

Y/N moved closer to his frame as his hands tugged her head to his face, his cock continuing to puncture her in all the right ways.

He violated her mouth as his tongue swirled in fast pace with hers, Y/N having to breakaway from his kiss just to catch her breath.

“Oh Felix—daddy,” she bit her lip, feeling himself plunge harder into her as she mistakenly called him by his name, “I want to cum.”

“Not yet darling, let me feel you more.”

Y/N toes curled as he let out a loud groan of pleasure, looking down at her flushed face, he was so proud to call her his girl.

“Mmm sweetheart,” he panted in between breaths, “aren’t you tired of Oxford.”

Oxford? Why the hell was be going on about school during intercourse?

“N-Not really,” she squeaked in response.

“Well baby,” he lingered his way back to her face, planting sloppy kisses as he felt her nails scratch deep into his lean back, “when can I take you out of here and make you my pretty little wife?

Y/N hummed in response, closing her eyes as they relaxed into bliss, “you plan on knocking me up too, yeah?”

Felix couldn’t tell if she was being serious—what is said during sex is not always reality, but just the mild thought of him getting the chance to plant his seed in his beloved made him turn ravenous.

He would do anything for Y/N, but if he could keep her away from any thirsty Oxford boys and make her his wife and potential mother of his children, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Jesus,” he croaked, already feeling himself starting to lose his pace due to his cock becoming seconds away from releasing into her. “You have no idea, my baby.”

“Daddy—“ Y/N shouted through the bushes of the forest garden, “come with me.”

And like the perfect scene from a porno film, the couple came in unison, wordlessly twinkling at each other with a strong glimmer of love in each one of their eyes.

Y/N let herself be free and rolled her head back, enjoying the climax of her orgasm, feeling more than satisfied with Felix’s overwhelming stimulation of an erotic performance.

She sighed, “I love you.”

Felix, already trying to find her clothes so she wouldn’t freeze in the cool night. “I’m serious, y’know.”

“About marriage or…”

“All of it, my darling,” he gently patted Y/N’s head of messy hair due to their rough embrace.

“But right now?” Y/N sounded hesitant, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t up for it.

“Whenever,” he sat down to her side, passing her ruffled clothing, before leaning to kiss her gracefully on the cheek. “I’d wait an entire lifetime for you, angel.”

Y/N knew the time wasn’t right, they had their whole lives ahead of them, but then again, she could always stop taking her birth control and see what fate would have in store for them.

Though—for now at least, she felt at ease and more than happy to have another memorable shared night with her lover.

[navybrat817]

We Don't Talk Anymore

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have an honest conversation, but it may not have a happy ending.

Word Count: Over 2.9k

Warnings: Angst, confessions, communicating, crying, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)

Previous Part of AU: Where Did the Time Go?

A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from my Reconnect AU! Sorry in advance, lovelies. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

As long as you and Bucky had been friends, you rarely saw him nervous. It wasn’t an emotion he liked to show to many, even though he knew you’d never judge him. Watching him clench and unclench his jaw, the fingers on his left hand twitching before he ran them through his hair, you sensed just how anxious he was. Whatever he had to say had him on edge. 

Which had you right there with him.

“Just tell me what's going on,” you urged, putting a hand on his arm in the hopes that your touch would calm him. “Please.”

Bucky swallowed as he looked at you. Why was it a gaze like he was saying goodbye? “You asked how I knew TJ stayed at your place,” he began, moving his arm to take your hand in his. “I went to see you after Steve’s party because I had something I wanted to say to you. Something I wanted to say for a long time.”

You took a step closer, your heart racing a bit faster. The combination of excitement and nerves blended together as you squeezed his hand. “What did you want to tell me?”

The next words out of his mouth would either break your heart or heal the unnecessary pain you put on yourself by staying silent for so long.

“That you weren’t just my best friend. You were so much more to me than that,” he said, bringing his palm to your cheek. You instantly leaned into his touch. “I wanted to tell you that I was crazy about you and wanted you to be my girl.”

Butterflies filled your stomach and it took you a second to find your voice. Was this a dream? “You wanted me to be your girl?” You asked softly, like if you said it any louder you’d wake up. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, a sad smile on his face. “I never wanted anything more than that.”

It was like the ground shifted beneath your feet as you let the words sink in. The butterflies in your stomach went straight to your dizzy head. Bucky Barnes wanted you to be his girl. You longed to hear that he felt the same way you did. It didn’t feel real though. 

You were waiting for the shoe to drop.

Because you were always just out of reach of Bucky. It was like you were a step behind, but you still wanted to follow. You wanted your paths to eventually merge the way you thought they were supposed to. 

“Bucky, I…” you trailed off, trying to get your bearings. You wanted to admit that you felt the same way, but you needed the rest of his story first. “If you felt this way, why didn’t you say anything? Why were you with Dot?”

Why didn’t you just tell me?

A darkness clouded his eyes. “I didn’t feel like I was good enough for you. I never thought I deserved you. Because you’re the best person I know and I’m just me,” he said.

“Bucky, don't say that. You're more than good enough. You deserve the whole world,” you argued. Had you done something to make him think he didn’t deserve you? “I’ve always thought that.”

“When you tell yourself of something for so long you start to believe it. And that’s what I did: I convinced myself that I would never be the man you wanted or deserved to be with,” he said. It broke your heart that he didn’t see himself as worthy enough for you. “And the day I tried to tell you, I shouldn’t have listened to that voice in my head.”

“What happened?”

“TJ answered your door. Shirtless, messy hair. I immediately jumped to conclusions about why he was there,” he answered, his nostrils flaring. Was he replaying the image in his mind? “And when I asked if I could talk to you, he said you were sleeping because he kept you up all night. I left and didn't look back because I thought my assumption was right and something in me broke.”

Your mouth fell open as you realized what Bucky thought happened. “You thought TJ and I had sex,” you stated, wanting to shake him when he nodded. “We didn’t have sex. He kept me up all night talking.”

“I know that now. I should’ve known then. But I thought that was my sign that I was right all along and that I’d never have you,” he explained as tears sprang to your eyes. “You asked me why I dated Dot. It was because I settled. I thought that was what I deserved.”

“So, you thought TJ and I hooked up or were together or something and that was it? You just decided not to say anything to me. And you went to Dot because you knew that was a sure thing?” you asked louder than you intended to, an ugly feeling swirling in your gut. Was it bitterness? “You gave up on us.”

Was it actually giving up when you weren't together? In a way, yes. He bowed out without a word.

“Gave up on us?” he repeated, searching your face for something you couldn't place. “Wait, what are you saying? That you care about me, too?”

“Yes! Yes, I do. So much,” you admitted, hastily swiping at your cheeks as tears fell. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted.”

“You wanted to be with me?” he asked above a whisper, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.

You couldn't stop crying as you nodded, an ache in your heart spreading with each tear. “Yes. It has always been you. I was going to tell you how I felt, even at the risk of our friendship, but the day I planned to was the day you introduced Dot as your girlfriend. I knew it was too late.”

If someone asked you to visualize what both heartbreak and hope looked like, it would’ve been the expression on Bucky’s face. “This whole time…”

“This whole time,” you confirmed, swallowing the lump in your throat. “And I never stopped caring about you. I thought maybe I’d try and move on, but I couldn’t.”

“Oh, my God,” he whispered as his hand dropped, a shuddering breath leaving his lungs. “I'm sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t go to you before Dot. I should have.”

“Honestly, yeah, you should have. You didn't give me a chance to explain. You didn't even attempt to fight for me,” you accused, your eyes stinging as your vision blurred again. The floodgate was open and you were powerless to stop it. “Bucky, you gave up so easily at the first sign of something you thought was a problem. I wasn’t worth it to you, was I?”

Your chest tightened as you let the hurt sink in. You wanted to be angry, but you were only left tangled up in disappointment. That was on you for expecting too much, wasn't it?

“You are worth everything to me,” he said, stepping closer as you took a step back.

It sounded like a promise, but felt like a lie. 

“If you really thought I was dating TJ, did you ever wonder why you never saw him around much after you went to my place? Or if I slept with him, did you question why I didn’t talk about him or bring him up?” you asked, feeling as defeated as he appeared to be. “Or was I already so far gone from your mind and heart that you just didn't stop to question it or care?”

“There's nothing I can say to fix it because I know I messed up. Saying 'I'm sorry' isn't enough because I shouldn't have given up before we started,” he said, daring to lift a hand to wipe more tears away. You allowed him to do so. “I never should've put you through that. You are the last person in the world I'd ever want to hurt and I hate myself for doing just that.”

“I don't want you to hate yourself,” you whispered, your chest steadily rising and falling. “But I am hurt.”

Like the cracks that formed in your foundation, his face crumbled at your admission. “Butterfly, all I want to do is show you that you mean the world to me and make up for not being there for you. It’s the whole reason I’m here.”

“So you want to fight for me now, but you didn’t fight for me then!”

“Because I’m a fucking coward!” he shouted, both of your eyes wide as he raised his voice. His shoulders slumped, like the rush of emotion went as quickly as it came. “I didn't think I could be with you and I still wanted you in my life even if we weren’t together. I couldn’t even do that right.”

You knew Dot had a huge hand in why you didn’t see Bucky as much, but it wasn’t all her fault. 

“But why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” he asked gently before you could say anything else. “I wouldn’t have been with her if I had known. I shouldn’t have been with her in the first place.”

Hearing that didn’t stop the ache in your heart. If anything, the pain expanded. Bucky said he settled for Dot because he thought that was the kind of girl and relationship he deserved. You settled by staying silent. Part of you even felt bad for his ex, even if she knew he wasn’t fully invested. Maybe that was why she didn’t want you around. She really did know that he wanted you.

“Because I thought you were happy and that's all I ever wanted for you. Even if it wasn't with me,” you told him, something simmering in your gaze as your eyes narrowed. “Do you think I'm some kind of homewrecker? That I'd be selfish enough to tell you how I felt, with no indication that you even felt the same way, to ruin a relationship you told us you were happy in?!”

Loving someone sometimes meant having to sacrifice.

“No, I don’t think that of you at all. You’re the least selfish person I know.”

“Then what kind of person would I be to destroy your path to bring you back to mine?” you asked, not waiting for him to respond as you held up a hand. “And you know what? I agree that we wasted time. Two years wasted because we couldn't just talk to each other. Two years of seeing you in bits and pieces,” you continued, each word like a punch to the gut. “Two years of trying to figure out what the hell I did to push you away.”

He quickly shook his head. “You didn’t do anything. I-”

“You know, I've imagined so many different ways that we’d tell each other we cared for one another beyond friendship. I didn't think it would end with me crying,” you said, straightening up and trying to put on a brave face as you wiped your cheeks one last time. “So what now? Where do we go from here? We can't go back and fix it and I don't even know if I can trust you to not give up on me again. Because I never would have thought in a million years you wouldn't give me the benefit of the doubt.”

“You're right. We can't go back and I made a mistake by giving up before. I have no intention of doing that again,” he said. You wanted so badly to believe him. “And I have no right to ask anything of you, but please. Give me a chance to show that you can trust me.”

It broke your heart that he chose Dot over you so easily. You also understood what self-doubt could do to a person. How many times had you told yourself that Bucky would never see you beyond anything besides a friend? Could you completely fault him for settling? 

You also wanted to trust him since you loved him.

“Give me a chance,” he begged as he leaned in, his lips a fraction away from yours. It was like you were sharing one breath. “Please.” 

All you wanted was to kiss him. To tell him you’d be his. You almost closed the gap between you.

But you couldn’t do that tonight.

“I think I need to be alone for the rest of the night. I can't think clearly with you right in front of me,” you said, you resolve almost breaking when panic filled his eyes. “I'm sorry.”

The impulsive part of you practically screamed to jump in his arms and promise him forever, but you owed it to yourself to take a little time to reflect. 

He swallowed a little. “Please, I-”

“I'm not saying 'no' to you. I'm not going to ask you to prove anything to me. I told you, I’m used to not being a first choice,” you smiled sadly, continuing before he could react to that comment. “And this isn't a test to see if you'll chase after me when I walk away. This is me asking you to give me space for the evening. If you really care about me as much as you say you do, you'll respect that.”

Bucky opened his mouth and shut it before he opened it again. His breathing became shallow as hurt and understanding showed on his face. “Whatever you need, Butterfly.”

“Thank you, Dreamboat,” you whispered, pulling free of his grasp. With a deep breath, you took your first few steps away from him. They were both the lightest and heaviest steps you ever took, your head held high despite your sinking heart. It both pained and healed you. “And thank you for talking to me,” you added when you stopped at the porch.

“I wish I would've talked to you sooner,” he said.

Your heart sank more at his wistful tone, the urge to comfort him taking over. 

As you looked at him over your shoulder, you took in the sight of him in the moonlight. He seemed like a shell of himself as he stared at the ground with drooped shoulders. You didn't think you’d ever seen him look so lost. How did someone so strong to you appear so powerless?

And could you walk away with him in that state?

“We talked now. That means something,” you said, offering him a small smile when he lifted his head. The corner of his lip tugged in a tiny smile as well, but it fell quickly. It was a heartbreaking sight. “And Bucky?”

“Yeah?” He asked hopefully.

“My feelings for you haven’t changed,” you assured him as he let out a breath. The weight in your chest lightened at your admission, likely needing to say it as much as he needed to hear it. “If anything, they’re stronger because we finally talked. I just want you to know that.”

Even if you went your separate ways at the end of the week, Bucky would always be in your heart. You didn't have to be with him to know what you felt for him was real. You also didn’t want to try and carve him out because you considered yourself lucky to experience what love felt like, the good and the bad. Some would never know that feeling.

Bucky let out another breath and stood straighter, determination filling his eyes as he brushed his hair out of them. It was a far cry from his stance moments ago. Did he ignite a fire within himself? 

Or did you light the match? 

“My feelings haven’t changed either. And they won’t,” he promised. “I'll beg for you to be with me if that's what it takes, but I'm not giving up this time.”

Your heart raced faster, but you wouldn't let it deter you. “Maybe tomorrow we can figure out where we go from here,” you suggested. As much as you wanted to see Bucky grovel, you wouldn't make him do that. “Good night, Bucky.”

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered.

Like you asked, he made no move to follow.

You avoided the rest of the gang as you went straight to your room and allowed yourself to cry in peace on your bed. Your heart was still pounding in your chest as you reached for your pillow. When did your hand start shaking? When did your head begin to spin?

You could still feel Bucky’s touch on your cheek, his voice in your mind begging to give him a chance. 

“What the hell am I going to do?” You asked out loud.

Leaving Bucky outside was one of the hardest things you had ever done and you wondered if you made the right choice to do so after his confession, but you were proud of yourself. You knew how he felt now and you opened up about your feelings as well. 

As much as you loved him though, you had to sleep on it. Even if he didn’t care about Dot as much as he did for you, he was still with her for so long. You didn’t know how he intended to prove his feelings for you, but the determination you saw in his eyes told you there was hope for tomorrow. You would figure out the next step in your relationship.

Maybe you would even allow yourselves the happiness you deserve. 

Together.

I know! 😭 I'm sorry, lovelies. Things will look up. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[neetily]

First time request! Magic pocket pussy with Sam if possible <3 loved loved loved Alex's and Sebastian's versions that I'm requesting Sam! Collecting them all like pokemon.

I don't have any particular details in mind, maybe something desperate, needy, feral on Sam's part but he's too shy and sweet to act upon it? Maybe?

Whatever you'll write, I'm positive I'll love it haha

ough... perfect request to begin with, thank u so much for ur patience in waiting for me to get to it!! magic pocket pussy is one of my favourite tropes to write about, even if it's a bit obscure hehe... u can have so much fun with it !!

hope you enjoy this piece <3 !!

— ✧ warnings: magic pocket pussy, sex toy, dubcon, brief cunnilingus, masturbation (m solo), pussyjob, premature ejaculation — ✧ word count: 2,461 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: i used the word "fap" exactly once in this writing so if u hate it im sorry but i think it's so sexy. that's all :D...

When desperate times call for desperate measures, you often find yourself in the kind of situation that you never thought possible, right? Sam, too, finds himself in the midst of a certain predicament. A particularly vexing position that he's not sure how to resolve in the most effective manner, torn between his heart and his brain. And to be honest, he wouldn't have even been placed in such a messy state of affairs if it wasn't for his previous bout of indecision too, just like now, chewing at his bottom lip as he gently squeezes the soft object between his sweaty palm. Anxiety churns thickly in his chest as he remain idle, choking on thin air as he stares blanky off into space.

Except his mind isn't anywhere near as blank as his face lets on, thoughts racing, one after another— should he? He really shouldn't... He's not dumb, he knows what the right answer is, it's just that he might be stupid enough not to take it is all.

On one hand, the toy between his fingers is the closest he can get to you at the moment, lest he somehow grows enough courage to confess his true feelings in the hopes of getting a single sweet taste of the real deal; but that hasn't happened this far. And he doubts it'll pass him by soon. And on the other hand, fuck, he knows that what his heart—and his rock hard cock—wants more than anything right now is wrong. God, it'd be so fucking wrong, wouldn't it? Just terrible of him to follow through with his wishes, all because he's too chicken to ask you out on a date.

... And yet.

He's not proud of himself, giving in to his more baser emotions as the magic pocket pussy stares back at him, even just catching sight of the soft pink toy causes his cock to twitch against his pants, a prompt hiss escaping him at the rough contact between his leaking tip and underwear. You need to know that he's sorry, that he's no better than those he means to beat when it comes to obtaining your affections— he's just better at hiding his misdeeds. Right, yeah. That's all. It should be okay if he just... Doesn't let you know, right? He's just curious is all, and you're so kind hearted that you'd probably understand his inability to withhold himself when it comes to you, even just the mere imitation of you, right? After all, he's just a man at the end of the day.

A needy, desperate, cheek chewing, anxious leg bouncing man, allowing his thumb to smooth over the outer lips of the faux toy with seedy intent. And his reaction is almost immediate, spare the way his mind lags behind out of nervousness.

Oh, you're so soft. Bringing the toy up to meet his gaze, throat drying up the instant he takes a proper good look at all the folds and creases, gulping down the sight of the perfect little hole that's just begging for his touch. A shudder runs through him as he continues to stroke just the outer lips of the toy, doing a better job of edging himself as opposed to teasing you. Not that he can know just how much he might be teasing you right now, given that you're likely alone in bed at the old farmhouse as he plays with himself in his childhood bedroom. But nonetheless, the way his cock twitches and leaks for attention—your attention—is enough for him to know that he's the loser in this instance. Pathetic right down to the way his fingers tremble against the toy, how his tongue starts to poke out from between his wobbly lips, dying to prove himself to you from the shadow. God, he's had a crush on you for fucking ever, it's embarrassing how he's this whipped for a fucking fleshlight of you.

No matter, honestly. It's not like you're around to bear witness to just how much he needs you, how tight and taut his balls are at the mere thought of pleasuring you. To see how deplorable he truly is deep down inside, enough to yearn for your tight hole regardless of your presence. It's sickening, makes his tummy flip with butterflies when he takes a greedy inhale of the toy slit, huffing eagerly to see if it even owns your smell and— "Fuck—" so good, smell so fucking good just like he'd imagined, snapping the last straw of restraint his rational mind was desperately clinging on to in favour of letting his tongue loll out to lick a fat stripe up and down your cute little cunt; and he's instantly done for.

Knew he would be, truthfully. So down bad for you it borders on obsession, the twinge of guilt pittering against his heart is easily overtaken by the hard throb of his cock, though. Convincing him to continue, to give in to his instincts more so as to make you feel just how much he loves you, even if you've got no idea that it's him behind that strange late night feeling between your legs.

Because the toy is linked to you, of course. Based off your form, an apparently perfect replica of your most private parts— or so the wizard in that creepy old tower had promised him. And he's inclined to believe that old man just due to how fucking cute the faux cunt is, can imagine it suiting you so perfectly, poking his tongue between the faux folds experimentally, just to see if he can gain any sort of reaction out of you.

In the meantime of wetting your pretty pussy up for him, he wrestles with his jeans and tugs them off with his boxers soon following suit. Leaving his bottom half completely bare, tight fist automatically squeezing at the base of his throbbing cock in an effort to relieve some of the built up pressure just looking at your cunt has built within him, but it barely does the job. Prompting a low whine to escape his dry throat, murmured right against your hole as he sticks his tongue into it, exploring your squishy insides with an unintentionally eye roll— "Fuuuuh—" he babbles, unable to properly enunciate his curses due to fucking his tongue in and out of you out of sheer need. An undeniable requirement to tongue fuck out as much of your cunt juices as possible; that'll mean that the wizard wasn't lying, surely.

And oh, he can just imagine the look on your face so well right now. Cute furrowed brows, maybe your lips are parted just that small amount in both confusion and enjoyment, right? He wonders if you'd be searching between your legs just as frantically as he sucks and licks all over your cunt, slurping at your hole once or twice more before coming to the conclusion that shit, the old man was telling the truth.

A string of saliva and slick mixed together connects him to your cunt, another gush of it dripping from your hole from assumed contractions as he drops the pocket pussy to his waist, hovering it just behind his cock while his arm works automatically. Dumb eyed stare, moving off of instincts alone, giving in to his innermost desires when it comes to you with a quick snap of his wrist up and down his erection, his mouth hanging open to freely pant and moan into the night air because it feels so fucking good to finally have a taste of you. An albeit small one, but he's not about to complain when he can still taste you on his lips, licking himself clean as he instead focuses on the slick up and down of his hand on pulsing cock, simply admiring the view of your cunt from afar. It somehow feels better than ever before, now that he knows that he really shouldn't be doing this to you right now, but he's not some kind of monster, you should at least know that.

He won't stick his dick in you, not yet. Far too shy to, really. Even if there's no one around to witness his perversion. He still likes you, wants more than anything to make you feel good, and he's sure that the feeling of some phantom dick ruining your inside might scare you for good. But— his cock still throbs and his balls still ache for release, all the pumping away at his length is doing very little to offer him resolution.

There are things yet that he can do with the toy that will satisfy both you and himself. Things that won't scare you too badly, and that won't push his limits too far. He might need you more than words can say at the moment, but he figures he can work up to it eventually. Need to encourage himself first.

For now, he settles with angling his cock towards the toy cunt hole, mouth watering from the heat he can feel radiating from it. Such a slippery slope he's found himself in, gliding his cock head against your slit, letting his precum dribble out all over your folds, coating his knuckles sticky too from the copious amounts of it as it trickles down. Ah, if only you were here to see the things you do to him, maybe then you'd understand why he's unable to restrain himself right now. Shuffling to lay down on his bed in a more comfortable position, pocket pussy held stationary for him to simulate the act of sex more accurately, lifting and dropping his hips against the outside of the toy with plenty of hushed curses falling from his bitten lips. It's late at night, and he's huddled amongst his bedsheets, cock completely out, rubbing one out against what he knows is your cunt, hoping that you can feel every drip and drop of precum the warm heat of your folds fuck out of him as he slips and slides against you, letting his head fall back against the pillow behind him in utter bliss, no residual regret left in his body because your cunt—the simulated version of it—feels almost too good to be true.

"I can't—" He breathlessly laughs to himself, cutting off into a gasped moan, rushing air in through his teeth for him to tut at when a slick gush coats his cock all tacky and shiny in return, as if you can hear how utterly done for he is, tone whiny and high pitched all for you. Good girl, you must be enjoying his touch too, right? Every coating of your slick up and down his humping cock is like a promise, a way for you to communicate: it's okay, keep going. He can't be doing anything too bad if your body is enjoying his rocking so much, right? Pressing his tip against your clit, fucking his full fat length against your pretty slit. Pretty little angel cunt, taking his cock so well— "Can't fuckin' stop, 'm sorry—" But he's not. Not really, he'd never apologise for getting you so wet, bucking his hips faster against the toy cunt with every stroke, choked moans just barely escaping him as his eyes squeeze shut in pure pleasure, because you feel so good. Too good it's almost unfair, assaulting you from afar, a mix of lewd thoughts swirling in his otherwise absent mind.

Your pretty face, all contorted. Enjoyment? Horror? What must you be feeling right now? Are you getting off too? Flicking that cute little clit he keeps rubbing precum against, stretching your cunt wide open with sticky fingers as if asking for more? Fuck, he wants so badly to give it to you, to ram his dick so deep in that little hole, stretch your squishy walls into his cock shape, but even now he knows that to be a terrible idea. In spite of how fucking feral he feels right now, frantically humping the air, pressing his cock harsher against your slit in an effort to claim presence. Look, he begs with each stroke. It's me that's making you feel so good.

And he can imagine how messy your bed must be too, sheets thrown off your sweating body in favour of inspecting your cunt, hair all bunched up with the throw back of your head, tossing and turning and squealing every time his balls rock against the toy, fully humped up your slit, only to eagerly drop back down again, over and over again to leave a cute little mess on your sheets. A mess of his own making, dribbling down to you ass to stain you sticky; yeah, that's it. He can see the scene so perfectly, so intricately, right down to the way your hole must be clenching around nothing, seeking his tip to catch and fuck you so full of nice thick cock but he can't. He simply can't stop rutting against your slit for long enough to slide inside, fapping himself silly, mind muddled and eyes glazed over as he really leans into the wet squelch of his every fuck up and down and—

Oh, he didn't realise that he was so close to the edge. Moving the pocket pussy up and down just a little, enough to offer him a minor amount of extra stimulation to the red hot tip of his cock, to spread his precum all over your cunt, but it proves to be too much for his fragile mind. Completely pussy whipped from the imitation, cumming before he even realises what's happening, his body folding in on itself as he squishes the toy against his cum coated tip, making sure to mark every rope of load somewhere against your slit. He can't really see though. Eyes squeezed shut, the grip he has of the toy tightening rhythmically, like a stress ball, while he cakes your slit in sticky seed. He feels winded, honestly.

But still he whispers you name when he feels like he can breathe again, a couple more spurts of cum milked from his cock as he runs the slick mixture up and down his length, wincing at the way it all seems to collect at his balls, all wet and icky as the weight of his actions soon come knocking again. A twist in his tummy, tension in his chest as he ogles the painted white toy.

Well, he can remedy it by making you cum too, right? Already lifting the prettily ruined cunt to his lips, tongue already poking out in preparation to eat you out all night.

It's okay, he'll bring you coffee tomorrow morning to make up for selfishly stealing your bed time.

[ham-st4r]

𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒑𝒕𝟑 - 𝑳. 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈

🝮pairing: heeseung + female reader!

🝮Warnings: smut, pet names, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, oral male receiving, cockwarming, mommy kink instead of daddy kink please don’t hate me, cream pie, throat pie, praise kink ish, switch heeseung.

🝮Genre: best friends, smut, 18+, read at your own discretion.

🝮Summary: two weeks was a lot of time, and you weren’t going to let a second of it go to waste and what better way to start your day than with morning sex with your best friend?

🝮Number of words: 2,6..something idk I’ll have to update it later 🤣

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.4 (I recommend reading the previous parts but it’s not necessary)

Find your way around!

Tomorrow rolled around, and you awakened to a faint ray of sunlight beaming through the white curtains.

Once your eyes adjusted, you turned to your side to see heeseung sleeping next to you soundly with his arm around your bare waist.

You smiled at the sound of his gentle breaths and the look of his messy blonde hair.

You looked past him at the clock, and it was past 8 in the morning. You didn’t have to be ready for the beach until 10, so that gave you more than enough time to execute your naughty plan.

You scooted closer to heeseung’s body, stroking his cheek softly. He stirred a bit, and a few seconds later, his eyes fluttered open. “Hey,” he says groggily with a half smile and squeezes your waist gently.

“Hey,” you whisper and lower your head to place multiple pecks all over his chest.

“That tickles,” he giggled from the feeling as you continued to place a thousand more kisses on his upper body.

You went under the covers and trailed your kisses down his stomach and then to his abdomen.

Heeseung’s eyelids fluttered shut from the pleasuring sensation of your soft lips kissing his skin.

You placed one teasing kiss on his base, smiling to yourself as you heard his soft little moan.

You kissed each of his thighs while your hands massaged his chest.

He bit his lip softly and placed his hands behind his head, relaxing and letting you do whatever you pleased.

Your fingers skimmed over his nipples earning another quiet moan from him.

His breath hitched in his throat when you wrapped your warm palm around his base and stroked him to full hardness. “Fuck” his quiet curse fades into the morning air and gets replaced with a string of delicate moans as you swirl your tongue over his tip lightly.

You lap at his slit, collecting his sticky precum on your tongue, humming at his salty yet sweet essence hitting your taste buds.

“M-mommy,” he whines impatiently while squirming beneath you. All your teasing was making it hard for him to stay still.

You stopped momentarily when he called you that, and you thought you misheard what he said until he said it again. “Mommy, please,” he whined and pulled the covers back so he could see you.

You saw the slight pout on his lips and the desperation in his eyes that were far too big and bright for it to be this early in the morning, and you melted.

You never thought you’d like being called by that, but something about the way he said it made you feel something indescribable, but whatever you were feeling definitely wasn’t bad. “I’ll be a good boy for you, I promise. Please, please, just…” you looked up at him briefly as you placed more kisses on his thighs.

“Please, what, baby boy?” You started stroking his length up and down while flattening your tongue on the underside of his tip.

“Suck me off,” Even though you had just started, he already sounded so breathless and needy. “Please”

“Of course, baby, just lay there and look pretty for Mommy” You kissed his tip and enveloped his cock immediately.

His mouth parted open in a gasp as soon as he felt the warmth of your mouth covering his hard, aching length. “Fuck me,” he breathed out.

He trained his eyes on you, watching as you bobbed your head up and down. You caressed his thick base while tightly wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking on his extremely sensitive cock head.

He let out a shaky breath, and if you kept that up, he was going to cum embarrassingly quick. “Mommy,” he tried to warn you, but it was too late. His high snuck up on him too quickly, and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.

You could already feel him twitching in your palm, and to your surprise, only a few seconds later, you felt his thick milky cum pooling on your tongue.

“Fuck, Mommy,” he mewled as he came in your mouth. You moaned around his throbbing length as you looked up and saw him clawing at the bed sheets and biting down on his bottom.

You cupped his balls in your hand, gently tugging on the delicate flesh as you completely drained them of everything.

He came so much that it dribbled past your lips and down his throbbing shaft. You sucked him through his high, swallowing his whole length down your throat as his cum stains the corners of your lips. “T-too much,” he whines, and that’s when you finally pulled off of him and licked his entire groin area clean as soft whimpers, and moans fell from his red bitten lips.

You climbed on top of him once your work was finished, and you attached your lips to his kissing him softly. He moaned when he could faintly taste the aftermath of his orgasm on your tongue as his arms encircled your waist, bringing you closer to his chest to deepen the kiss.

Once you both parted for air, he apologized. “Sorry,” he said, out of breath, and rested his forehead against yours.

“For what?” You ask as you busy yourself with kissing his exposed collarbone and neck.

“I came too quick,” he said in a tiny voice, and you could almost sense his guilt by the sad look on his face. “And I didn’t even please you,” he mumbled.

“You have no idea just how pleased I am” You kissed the tip of his nose and smiled to assure him that it was okay, but he just looked at you skeptically. “But if you’re still unsure, you can always make it up to me in the shower, pretty boy,” you say suggestively and climbed out of bed.

He got out of bed after you and trailed right behind you like a lost puppy as you gathered your stuff and went to the bathroom.

He didn’t even close the door before his hands were on your hips. He pressed himself up against you and began kissing your neck sloppily. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he whispers and nibbles softly on your earlobe before turning on the water and running a bath for you both.

He stepped in first and reached his hand out for you to take and get in after him. He lowered his body in the tub while slightly tugging you down until you were sitting directly on his lap.

You rested your hands on his shoulders while he placed his on your waist and caressed your sides delicately. “Kiss me,” he said while smiling and looking at your lips.

“Magic word,” you teased.

“Pleas- mmph” You cut him off by pressing your lips to his before he could even finish.

He moaned into the kiss and lowered his hands, gripping your ass and squeezing the plump flesh in his large palms.

You were still wet and insanely turned on from sucking him off earlier in the morning, and you impatiently rocked your hips, rubbing your wet entrance all over his crotch.

He opened his mouth wider and tilted his head to the side, tangling his tongue with yours as he guided your hips back and forth on his growing bulge.

After tasting every inch of your hot mouth, he dragged his swollen lips down your neck kissing and sucking on your skin. “Does it feel good, mommy?” He whispered on your skin, and your body shuddered at his desperate tone.

You moaned in response, but evidently, he needed verbal confirmation. “Tell me I’m doing good, Mommy” he started sucking harshly on your neck, and you pushed him away gently.

“Not there, baby,” you say breathlessly as you look at him with your eyelids heavy with lust and your chest glistening from the water that had wet your skin.

“Why?” He whines and leans forward, trying to suck on your neck again, but you push him back by his shoulders.

“Baby, you want to be good for me, right?” He nodded his head as his hands eagerly roamed your body, almost like he was just waiting for you to tell him what you wanted so he could deliver. “Then don’t leave any marks for the others to see.”

“But-“ he tried to object, but you shushed him with your finger. “Okay,” he quickly gave in but not willingly.

“Gonna be a good boy now?” He nodded enthusiastically. “I know you will, baby,” you pecked his lips softly. “can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” he whispers to you, and you can’t help but smile at how obedient he is.

“Stick two fingers inside your mommy, baby” You didn’t need to tell him twice. He slipped his hand between your wet bodies and stuffed his thick fingers in your slick hole with ease.

You gasped at the intrusion and guided his face to your chest, letting him suck on your nipples as he fingers your heat. “There you go, my sweet prince, just like that,” he whined against your skin at the praise and curled his fingers inside you hitting your sweet spot perfectly. “Such a good boy” You kissed his temple and ran your fingers through his damp hair.

He pulled away from your nipple just long enough to whisper. “Your good boy,” before going back to sucking your sensitive nub.

He pressed his thumb on your clit, making your body jolt in pleasure. “Hee,” you release a shaky breath as you roll your hips and fucked yourself on his long digits.

He hummed against your skin moving to the right side of your chest and swirling his tongue around your right nipple. “Keep going, baby,” you moan as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He squeezed the flesh of your ass and brushed his fingers against your spot over and over. You bit your lower lip as the knot in your stomach snapped. You felt jolts of pleasure surging throughout your trembling body. “My good boy,” you rotated your hips slowly while he pumped his fingers in and out of you to bring you down from your high.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, sucking your sweet nectar from his digits.

His cock twitching beneath you did not go unnoticed, and since he was so good to you, you weren’t going to leave him unsatisfied. “Since you were so good for Mommy, how about a reward? Hmm?” You trailed your index finger over his pecs.

He gulped down your essence, getting lost in the taste of you. “Wanna feel you, Mommy” he grabbed your breasts and began kneading on the plushy flesh. “Can I?” He looked at you with his big innocent eyes waiting for your permission.

You bit your lip feeling his large hands massaging your breasts while you gripped his base and pressed his thick cock head to your dripping hole. “What baby boy wants, baby boy gets,” you sunk down on his length slowly, making you both gasp from the new sensation.

“Thank you, Mommy” His head fell back, and his brows were creased together as he felt your velvety walls encasing his hard length.

You stared down at him with your lip still caught between your teeth as you held his forearms for support to ride his dick.

His toes curled once he was balls deep inside you. Each time you came down on his cock, soft pants fell from his lips, along with little whines of pleasure.

You placed your hand on his throat, adding slight pressure while riding him. You’re not even sure where that came from, but when he tilted his head back, and his neck was on full display, you couldn’t help it. Plus, he looked so submissive under you, and you loved hearing his choked moans as he looked at you with his wide, shimmering eyes.

“M-mommy, I’m already so close” he moved his hand to your clit, rolling the delicate pearl between his fingertips.

“Me too, you feel so good, baby boy” You picked up your pace, putting your hands on his shoulders, and his whines got increasingly louder as water splashed out of the tub and onto the floor each time your ass collided with his trembling thighs.

“K-kiss,” he stuttered out, you reduced the pressure on his neck while leaning down and kissing him.

You could feel his body shaking under you, a telltale sign that he was close, and you encouraged him to let go. “Come on, baby boy, be good and cum inside your mommy,” you moaned when you felt his dick go rigid as he spilled his seed inside of you.

The warmth of his cum filling you up and the tight circles he drew on your clit sent you over the edge with him, and you came crashing down around his thick pulsating length. “Mommy,” he whined into the kiss, letting you devour his mouth however you pleased. His mind was fuzzy, and he was too fucked out to even reciprocate the kiss.

His grip on your hip loosened, and his jaw went slack as you licked every corner of his mouth. “My good little boy” you praised him and brought him closer to your body as you sucked on his tongue. His dick twitched from the feeling, and he mindlessly rutted his hips into you, stuffing his thick cum back inside your spent cunt.

He tiredly stroked your walls and wrapped his arms around you. He was panting into the kiss, and you pulled back to give him a breather. He buried his head in your chest as his high slowly dissipated. “Mommy,” he cried out and nuzzled his face in your neck, tightening his grip on you while he caught his breath.

You cooed at his cuteness and kissed the top of his head. “You did so good,” you praised him.

He hummed against your skin and kissed all over your chest.

You were about to get up, but before you could even move an inch, he was holding you closer to his chest with his cock still nestled deep inside you. “Stay”

And who were you to say no?

“Okay,” you whisper softly, grabbing the shampoo off the corner of the tub, and squeezing the liquid in your palm. You ran your fingers through his hair, lathering the soap in his wet strands and massaging his scalp.

He lifted his head off your chest and looked up at you with an adorable tired smile on his face. “You’re so cute,” you chuckled and leaned down to kiss him again.

He giggled and blushed as he accepted your kiss before grabbing the shampoo and washing your hair.

He was less than an inch from your lips, and just before they could collide once again, a loud bang was heard on your door, causing both of you to jump in surprise.

“Y/n! Heeseung! it’s time to go,” you heard jays loud voice outside your room door.

Had it really gotten that late already? You thought.

You rested your forehead against heeseung’s, and sighed. “I don’t wanna go,” he whined. “I wanna stay here with you.”

“Me too, baby” You grabbed his cheeks and pecked his lips. “But we didn’t drive all these hours just to stay in all day.” you reasoned with him.

“Okay, but can we just stay like this for a few more minutes,” he asked while grabbing the body wash and massaging it over your chest and shoulders.

“Of course, baby,” you both giggled quietly when you heard more loud banging on the door. “They can wait” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, they can,” heeseung said cheekily and leaned up to give you a kiss.

Even though you just had him, you couldn’t wait to feel him again, and you’re afraid that you might not be able to keep your hands off him, but who knows, you’ll just have to find out once you get to the beach.

FIN.

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[bootybumper808]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SUNNY DAYS

YES, MY HEART IT’S FULL OF YOUR SMILE, YEAH.

denji / fem!reader (modern au drabble)

SYNOPSIS: one school morning, you were dozing off and mere inches away from falling asleep. The lack of sleep from last night was at fault. You could hardly keep your eyes open. That was until your desk neighbor tapped your shoulder and handed you a note.

—YOUR TEACHER WAS PROBABLY talking about something important or so. Not like you were listening. Well, you really couldn’t with the war you were fighting. A fierce battle against fatigue and shame.

One side wanted a well deserved rest after pulling an accidental all nighter whilst the opposing side refused to as your classmates would be well aware of how tired you were.

You’d feel even more shameful if you fell asleep and fell off your chair or slept talk. Your average reputation you tried hard to uphold would immediately be replaced by ‘girl who talks to herself in her sleep’ or whatever the hell these psychos at school would come up with.

If the person in front of you turned around, they’d probably think you’re having a seizure. You’re head would slightly fall limp until you’d knock yourself conscious and your eyes were struggling to even stay open for a simple second.

This was an actual hell. Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed up all night. What were you even doing? Man, you can’t even think properly.

All you could hope was that class ended soon so you could walk around to waken up.

The dread lasted for a few more minutes until the person who sat next to you tapped your shoulder and whispered your name soon after, catching your attention.

“This is for you.” She handed you a folded note with haste, seeming worried that she’d get caught by the teacher. You were grateful for the gesture as it woke you up from being half asleep but now you were confused.

A puzzled look manifested on your facial features as you stared down at the folded paper. On the side that faced up was written, ‘open!!!! [Name] only!!! fartbombing any1else who does!!!!!’

The writing was actually kinda really messy, took you a bit to decipher it. When you did you found it odd. Who uses fart bombs as a threat? It sounded stupid and childish.

…On second thought, it might actually be a really good threat. Especially if the fart stinks really bad. It could probably kill a person. Honestly, way better than literal bombs. At least it won’t destroy buildings.

You had to resist a chuckle before you unfolded the paper. Revealing even more writing. It was just as bad as the previous writing if not worse. Whoever was writing this needed serious help because you can not read it for the life of you.

It just looked like scribbles with the exception of a couple letters. The spelling was kinda bad too. Your exhaustion from earlier was slowly returning the more you stared at the paper which did not help.

A couple times passed but you couldn’t tell how much. With whatever time you spent, you managed to figure it out. ‘go owt wit me plez! b my gurlfrend?’

Below it was two choices, yes and xtra mega yes (said letter for letter—mind you), with an empty box below for you to check. Little doodles were all around the paper such as a couple doggies, hearts, and a stickman with heart eyes.

It was funny. And cute. You couldn’t lie about that. But how were you supposed to answer without knowing who it was from? Your eyes searched all over the side of the paper that faced you but nothing.

You tried the other side and there it was. In tiny little letters. The name Denji. You’d like to say you knew him well. You’d get grouped together often in team projects and exchanged numbers even, which is how you became friends.

He was easy to talk to and had humor. He was really nice too, willing to do almost anything you’d ask for… you barely did though. You felt to bad making someone do work for you.

His sweet personality overtime made your mind race at night. His smile almost made your heart break your ribcage. Overall, you liked him back. Obviously.

How did you not recognize his writing earlier? It’s easy to tell. Unconsciously, the corners of your lips lifted, forming a nice little smile. You could feel your heart pick up its beat and all of a sudden, all your fatigue was gone. In replacement, you felt happy and a little nervous.

For what? You didn’t even know. You picked up your pencil and checked off the second yes. He didn’t even give you an option to reject. Not like you would have anyway.

Folding it back up, you tapped the girl who had handed you the note. “Thanks, could you pass it back? Please?” You spoke in a hushed tone, careful to not alert the teacher.

She nodded and turned to the person behind her which created a sort of chain. You glanced back to the desk where Denji sat, only to be met with his own eyes that stared back. A light pink dusted his cheeks and you smiled even wider, an act he returned before you faced forward.

You waited with an anxious heart for the moment the paper would reach the owner. You wished you sat in the back too so you could see his reaction.

The only indication you got was a quiet, “yes!” and a thud that soon followed after, causing practically the whole class and the teacher to turn towards him.

You turned also, softly laughing with your hand covering your mouth as he rubbed his elbow with a pained expression. Did he hit it on the table? Denji was quick to recover and apologized to the class before meeting your eyes with a shy smile you absolutely adored.

NOTE : yall this is my apology for not updating apple cider ☠️ literally im so brain dead i cant think of anything 😭🙏. + I DONT GIVE A FAWK THAT DENJI IS SUPER EXTRA OUT OF CHARACTER I MADE THIS ON A WIM HAVE MERCYYYY 💔… I SWEAR ILL TRY TO GET SUM OUT THIS WEEK

[woooyeahbaby]

How JJK Men Would React to You Being Stared At

warnings: creepy men staring at you, suggestive things, fem!reader, alcohol consumption (nanami)

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro

a/n: stupid tumblr isn’t letting me put my bat separator image between satoru and the characters list so take this gif i guess? i hate not knowing how tumblr works

Satoru Gojo

satoru could feel that guys eyes on you as soon as he started staring. it wouldn’t be the first time you two were in line and you’d been getting ogled by some random dude, and usually he’d just turn around and stare him in the eyes until the guy backed off. but he decided to have fun with it this time. first, satoru places his hand on your lower back, which isn’t uncommon, so you didn’t question it. he expected the guy to stop staring once he did that, since he’d realize you’re taken, but he didn’t let up. so satoru lowers his glasses slightly with his free hand, then, with the hand on your back, slowly slides it down to your ass. you look up at your boyfriend, confused, then see that his head is turned to look at the man behind you. his bright blue eyes are just burning into the other guys’, and you enjoyed seeing this scare tactic from your boyfriend. you didn’t stop him. the man behind you two stopped staring and went to another line.

Suguru Geto

suguru’s way of showing that you’re his is fairly similar to satoru’s. once again, standing in line at some restaurant, you’re holding suguru’s hand and contemplating your order. your boyfriend, on the other hand, is more focused on the guy behind you, whose eyes have not left your backside since he got there. however, unlike satoru, suguru doesn’t ease into reaching for your ass, he goes straight for it. he gives it a quick squeeze, making you jump slightly and whisper to him, asking what the hell he thinks he’s doing. he nods his head in the direction of the man, not even trying to hide the fact he’s talking about him. so, the both of you look at the guy, who is now turned away as if he wasn’t doing anything. suguru gently places his hands on your hips, guiding you to stand in front of him so nobody other than him can look at that part of you.

Kento Nanami

a silly little work holiday party that allowed a plus one. so, naturally, kento invited you, his girlfriend. what he hadn’t expected was for one of his coworkers to be eyeing you up the whole night. he waited for the perfect opportunity to show that coworker that he shouldn’t be looking at you of all people. you, kento, and that man were standing together, drinking wine and talking about whatever. of course, kento took into account that his coworker was tipsy, but didn’t take it as an excuse for him to be staring at your boobs. somehow, kento finds a way to be more straightforward than the previous two. “is there something wrong with my wife’s breasts?” not only does the question catch both you and his coworker off guard, but the usage of the word wife. of course, you weren’t complaining about that, but the fact you didn’t realize where the man’s eyes were until kento pointed it out made you uncomfortable. he apologized and walked away, embarrassed. kento smiled slightly at you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before continuing the conversation as if nothing happened.

Toji Fushiguro

toji had a bit of spare money for once, so he thought, what else could he use it for other than taking his woman on a date? certainly not food, supplies for megumi, or anything like that… and that’s exactly what he did! of course, it was no place fancy, just a little ramen place. despite how rundown and messy the place looked, he didn’t necessarily expect some old guy to be ogling you from the next table. so, he took advantage of the quietness of the restaurant — other than the few other people in there talking and some sports game on the old tv — and looked that old man dead in the eye as he asked you; “since we’re eatin’ out tonight, can i eat you out tonight?” with his full voice. absolutely no effort to be quiet. because being discreet about that was the opposite of his goal. he wanted to show that old fart who you belong to. and it seemed to work, since the grey haired man quickly realized toji had been looking at him, which made him finish his food, slap his money on the table, and shuffle the hell out of there. this left toji smirking and you a blushing, embarrassed mess.

[wonusdoll]

FLOWERS • PJS

Synopsis: Jisungs a hopeless romantic and gets jealous easily

Content: fluff! cavity inducing fluff so fluffy i wanna cry

pairing: Childhood Bestfriend!Jisung x reader

notes+ WHY DOES NOBODY WRITE FOR JISUNGGGG i had to take matters into my own hands so here you go :D this was originally gonna contain smut but i couldnt help myself with the fluff anyways, enjoy!!

You and Jisung weren't always friends. When your mom introduced her best friends second grader son, 4th grade you didn't mind. Until he started playing with your stuff, jumping on your bed, stealing your snacks, and blaming you on things he did and getting you in trouble.

Naturally, you started resenting him, dreading when he would come over, and chose to ignore him at school, finding it embarrassing whenever he would go over to you and your friends at the playground and ask to play with them. your friends found him cute, but you, you hated him.

Going into your middle school years, he slowly got more tolerable. He started understanding boundaries but still was the same annoying little kid.

In some point of time, Jisung turned from an annoying little kid who yelled and cried all the time to one of your closest friends. And then when he finally started high school, you guys started hanging out willingly, without his mom forcing him to go over.

Some days you would catch him in your living room watching tv with your dog, or accidentally walking in on him showering in your bathroom, or in your kitchen making ramen. Sometimes he would bring his friends over to your house. You honestly didn't mind that much as long as they never broke anything, or disturbed her in any way, which jisung made sure never happened.

"Jisung?? That you??" You yelled from the top of the stairs after hearing feet shuffling and the front door opening and closing. The two of you made plans to watch horror movies and have a sleepover to celebrate the new season of autumn.

"Nope!" Jisung yelled back, making you go downstairs with a grin. But you immediately furrowed your brows and bit your inner cheek, upon seeing 6 other people. you knew them, jisung would bring them around sometimes but you didn’t know them.

"Jisung, whats going on?"

He grinned annoyingly cutely back and held up some convenience store bags up and nodded towards his friends, "They wanted to hang out but my mom banned us from the house after last time.”

You scoff and look at him like he was crazy, "What- are you kidding me?" You say just above a whisper, flickering your eyes between him and the guys behind him, "I thought we were gonna hang out?? You didn't even ask if it was okay to bring them over? if you wanted to hang out with them instead you should've just told me."

With a smirk, jisung was much closer than you remember him being, he tucked a few stray strands of your hand back, "I'm sorry princess i should have asked, hm? If we're too much of a bother we'll quiet down okay?" He pulled away and looked into your eyes, pleading and begging for uou to say yes.

You mask your flustered state with a sigh and wiping your face with your hand as if annoyed.

"Fine, whatever, just— leave me alone im gonna go study" you warn making him grin and ruffle your hair, juxtaposing his previous act. He's called you princess numerous times before, even when you guys were kids but in that tone, that voice, and devilish smile, it felt different.

You wanted to tell him off for joking around with you like that, making you feel that way. It was something you always felt around him but maybe it was his perfectly messy hair, his oversized hoodie making him look so comfy, his soft plump lips, or his hand in your hair, or the name he called you, but the feeling became overwhelmingly strong, like when a candles been burning for hours and slowly the fire grows bigger and it fills the whole room with its pleasant fumes.

You hung around with them for a bit when you took a break from studying because you couldn't focus. but the reason you couldnt focus was sitting right across from you on the couch, sending lingering glances everybody noticed.

When he catches your gaze you turn away with a light blush but when you catch his, he doesnt shy away, keeping eye contact with you with a look in his eye that you couldnt read for the first time.

In the time you got to formally meet his best friends, you surprisingly got along with all of them. Huang Renjun was the one who stuck out the most out of the 7, other than Jisung who kept eyes on you the whole time.

You got to have a one on one conversation with Renjun about each others favorite music artists, which were quite similar, and art itself. You were already interested in art but with the knowledge and story telling Renjun excitedly provided made you want to learn more. So you guys planned a hang out the next day to an art museum Renjun was fond and familiar with. 

You posted the day out with him on your story with Art Deco - Lana Del Rey in the background.

Jisung always made sure to heart and reply to your story even if it was as simple as an ootd, but this time he didn't. You furrowed your brows and looked at the views and there he was, also active. You tried texting him regularly but you were left on delivered until 7 hours later but all you got was a

"sorry lol"

It hurt your feelings, you couldn't lie. So you texted him again not even 5 seconds later.

"too busy being active to answer? lmfao"

He leaves it on read for a few minutes before replying

"too busy hanging out with renjun? yk we all made plans tgt”

You scoff at his attitude

"whats your problem?? it was HIS choice to hang out with ME. not like you wanted to."

"chill out i just wanted them to meet you, didn't know you were gonna be all over them tho"

"fuck you."

You threw your phone at the end of the bed and hug your pillow against your chest as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't know why you were so affected by his words, usually you wouldn't even press him so much about not answering, and would just leave him alone but seeing him be so uninterested left a mark on you.

A few nights later you were watching a scary movie in the darkness of your living room when you heard knocks on your front door. you paused the movie to make sure it wasn't from the tv, and when they come again, you look at the time.

"Who's here at 11:30 at night" You whisper to yourself and cautiously approach the door.

Thunder suddenly struck making you whimper and jump back, but you decide to just rip the bandaid off, after all horror movies aren't real right?

"Jisung?!" You exclaim, seeing him standing there out in the pouring rain with his head down ashamed.

"Hey.."

You quickly let him in, taking his soaked coat off and telling him to wait while you get a towel.

He was silent while you scolded him for being out in the rain so late without so much as an umbrella.

He finally brung his hands from behind his back, revealing your favorite flowers in an articulated assorted bouquet wrapped in paper.

"Sorry if they're kind of ruined.. I ran all the way here" He sniffles and scratched his nape awkwardly.

You bite your lip remembering your last interaction, "You wanna tell me why?"

"I'm sorry y/n im so sorry im such a fucking loser and a coward for getting mad at you  I never wanted to hurt you i just was so angry that you hung out with Renjun that i took it out on you without thinking and ive been trying to figure out how to apologize to you so i went to the flower shop like 10 times in the past 2 days because i wanted to get you flowers but you have 5 different favorite flowers so i got 5 different bouquets for you then realized that was too much so i just got one with 2 of your favorites but felt bad that i left out the other 3 so i got another one with all of them but they didn't look good so i spent the whole day learning how to make a bouquet to make it perfect for you then realized it was already night and thundering and you hate thunder so i ran all the way here and now they look horrible and ugly and-"

"JISUNG." You put a stop to his rant with a chuckle and put your hands on his pink dusted cheeks. He pants out and looks in your eyes to find any anger or disgust in them but you were smiling, "Hey its okay, i promise its okay," You take the flowers from his hands and bring them up to your face to smell them, "they're beautiful ji, seriously."

He takes another pan over your face to scan your expression to really make sure you weren't mad and one he realized that, he lets out the breath he was holding and chuckles, then laughs a bit harder.

You laugh along with him then card your fingers through his wet hair, "Did you really learn how to make a bouquet of flowers for me? And run all the way here in the rain?" You ask, softly now.

He smiles and takes your hand away to hold it instead, "Yeah.. you know i would swim across the whole ocean just to get these to you. Also whats wrong with learning a new skill, i always wanted to learn how to.. make assorted flowers.." He dryly chuckles at the end.

you could hear your heart thumping out of your chest when you feel the pressure of his eyes staring into your own, as if trying to answer a question he hasn't asked. so you ask your own.

"Jisung," You start making him nod, "Why were you so upset?" You ask, making you swallow thickly.

and suddenly you're hyper aware of everything going on, your breathing, your blinking, the rain and thunder, his facial expressions, his thumb caressing your hand.

Jisung doesnt answer for a second, trying to find the right words. His mouth was drying up, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he gulped.

He was now holding your hand with both of his hands, "I love you." he blurted, "I love you and Im selfish and only want you to myself, I just wanted to treasure you for my myself and not let other people see how amazing and perfect you are because i was scared you'd fall for them and forget about me so when i saw you were with renjun and saw how excited you were to talk to him and hang out with him i felt.. rejected? in a way? like he had something i didn't to make you feel that way. So i was sad and upset and jealous— god, i was so unbelievably jealous, and i know im not allowed to because we're only best friends and you're allowed to be friends and talk to anybody you want to but i just- i just didn't want you to notice anyone else, and leave me.."

He ended his rant with a sigh and closed his eyes shut, mentally preparing for you to laugh in his face and friend-zone him, but it never came.

When he opened his eyes you were just standing there, not saying anything, with a smile on your face.

You giggled as he looked at you with an expectant look.

“Okay.”

His brows furrowed and his hand started slipping from yours “That- thats it? Just okay? You couldn’t have let me down any better-“

“Okay, I wont leave you.”

His expression softened, watching as you laughed and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, “Jisung park, I will never leave you and you can never leave me, if you do i’ll have to kill you.” You tried to threaten him but he just found you adorable, and picked you up in his arms.

You guys laughter filled the room, bouncing around the rooms, sounding almost louder than the rain and thunder.

Suddenly, your enemy turned into your bestfriend who turned into your lover. And you couldn’t have it any other way.

[lesinquietes]

Summary: It’s been a few months since you and your friends moved into the old house. Inspections of the entire place — including the cursed basement — were completed. The results showed nothing out of the ordinary. You begin to feel safer in your new environment, growing carefully more comfortable in a space that never belonged to you. Alucard has been watching, though; dormant in the shadows and eager to play with his new toy.

Pairing: Yandere!Alucard x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ (minors don’t interact), horror, sexual themes, violence.

Lots of psychological horror mixed with a bit of subtle lust. The buildup is happening fast. If I was reader I’d be subletting the shit out of my bedroom by now ngl

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The Basement’s Monster I

You gaze out of your new bedroom window and take in the view. It’s dusk. Shadows are being cast by the trees and shrubbery surrounding your property. Within seconds of the sun’s descent, the house is swallowed by darkness; it sits in utter solitude, the closest road at least 500 metres away. This is a cryptic reminder that you’re actually here — in the very home you feared.

It’s been a month since you moved in. So far, nothing spooky has happened. The realtor didn’t find a single fault with the basement. When she asked the old man if he noticed anything out of sorts, he claimed he never went down there — bad knees. If his excuse didn’t do the trick, the realtor’s detective work served to convince you. After talking it over with your friends, you agreed to move in under one condition: the basement door must be locked tighter than a penitentiary. Graciously, no one disagreed.

“If it means you get to have peace of mind?” Cree shrugged. “No problem.”

“To be honest, I don’t even think we have anything to put down there.” Nelly asserted. “We have enough room on the first and second floors for all our stuff.”

It warms your heart to reminisce on their kindness. They care about you. Who else would sacrifice a whole portion of their rental to quell the fears of their roommate? Only the best of friends.

You bolted the basement shut with three different locks. Of course, they can only be disengaged from the outside. Initially, you didn’t know if it would be enough. He transcends the laws of physics, after all. But after zero incidents, you’ve started to believe restricting its access to the rest of the home sealed the deal. You certainly feel more at peace. And now that the horror is dissipating, you can finally see why your comrades liked this place so much.

It’s old and well-loved. It has an aged charm that you don’t see too often anymore; one that’s homely and tranquil. The road in front of you barely sees any traffic, and whatever vehicles do roll through are muffled by the tall evergreen trees decorating the grounds. Your closest neighbour is also roughly 500 metres away. It’s modern day seclusion.

You don’t bother to draw the curtains when you pull off your shirt and carefully remove your bra. Your pants come next, along with your underwear. You reach down to peel socks from fatigued soles, tossing them into your laundry basket with the rest.

Your chamber is cozy. Your bed is situated at the centre of the room, pressed against the furthest wall. Partially above it is a large window, shrouded by curtains fluttering gently in the autumn breeze. There’s a nightstand on one side, and a tall floor lamp on the other. The floor lamp has three arching claws that stretch over your mattress, golden bulbs illuminating your book when it comes time to read in the evening.

Your dresser sits in proximity to the door, wide enough to provide a surface for small trinkets and valuables. You keep a photograph of you and your friends atop it — a reminder that there is good in this world. Behind the grand item hangs a mirror.

A desk is shoved into the corner adjacent to your dresser, messy with notes and assorted books. Your laptop lives there, too. A chair is parked in the desk’s gap, wooden and uncomfortable. This is where you spend your work day.

There’s a door in the corner next to your dresser. It’s a closet. You twist the handle and hear the hinges squeal. After surveying, you yank your bath robe off a hanger and adorn it. The silky fabric is white, with black details of painted flowers and tall grass. Once tied, it dips halfway down your thighs, barely covering your backside. Not that it matters; no one is home but Ericson.

You exit your room and move down the upstairs corridor. The floorboards creak beneath your heavy footfalls. You have the first room at the top of the stairs. The bathroom is at the end of the hall, on the same side as you. Across from you are Cree and Nelly’s rooms. They’re at work. Downstairs, you can hear Ericson talking on the phone. She chose the only chamber on the main floor.

When you reach the bathroom, you open the door. It’s chilly, like outside. You frown when you identify the culprit. The window at the far end of the room, behind the bathtub, is wide open. The curtains flap with the nippy gusts that are flowing in from the night. Gooseflesh decorating your skin, you march to the problem and solve it. The window is shut with an abrupt clap.

From there, you bend down to run the shower. The washroom is Victorian-inspired, with a beautiful standing bathtub and a pedestal sink. A shower head was installed later, curving menacingly above the basin. The stream that gushes out is quite weak in comparison to what you’re used to. The realtor said it has something to do with the boiler being old and defective. The owner plans to replace it before winter.

You wander to the sink and begin to wash your face. Glancing into the mirror, you exfoliate your skin, cleansing it of the day’s stress. It feels good to do some form of self-care. With age, you recognize the need to treat your body with the respect it deserves.

Once you complete your task, you make your way back to the shower. Cautiously, you expose your wrist to the jet. You sigh, content. It’s ready for you.

Your robe drops to the floor. You step into the tub and close the curtain. As soon as the water hits your body, a soft moan leaves your lips. Your nervous system relaxes, and your mind straightens out. Eyes closed, you make the foolish mistake of thinking that you’re safe.

Alucard watches you from his hiding spot in the basement. He’s grinning from ear to ear, a droplet of saliva dripping down his pale chin as he remains transfixed by the image of your bare figure. How long has it been since he’s had a frigid body beneath his, serving and soothing him? More than a decade. Two decades, perhaps. But that doesn’t matter. He wants you, regardless of the pent-up lust that’s coiling around his loins.

From lying dormant, he’s harnessed enough strength to manifest himself in physical form. It’ll have to be brief, but he can’t have you trusting that what you saw on the day of the showing won’t come back to haunt you. He’s been picking up on some of your thoughts. If there’s one thing he despises, it’s false courage. His visit will teach you that it’s asinine to lower your guard in this hellhole.

Meanwhile, upstairs, you lather your hair with shampoo and scrub yourself down. The heat of the water is heavenly. You don’t recall the last time you were this relaxed.

Your anxiety has been on the rise recently, since you came across that beast during the showing. You kept anticipating to be hypnotized once more, but he hasn’t disturbed you. Didn’t he want this — infinite, unbridled access to you? At least, that was the sense you got from the encounter. Where is he now? Not that you’re complaining.

Alucard inhales greedily. The smell of your soaps is wafting down the hallway. His licks his lips. Despite the scent being artificial, he thinks it suits you. He deliberates how your blood will taste. If his intuition is right, there’ll be a sweetness to the coppery undertone. The last occasion in which he had that flavour on his palate was a century ago.

It’s difficult to restrain himself from laying claim to your neck. Despairingly, he wishes to plant a chaste kiss on its length before grazing his fangs across the target spot. He would feel your pulse and be unable to resist plunging into your jugular. The blood that would spurt from the wound would gush into his ravenous mouth and satiate him. No doubt, he’d be addicted to your unique taste.

Soon, he reminds himself sternly.

You hum a song you’ve heard a lot of lately. It’s been stuck in your head. Ericson’s a fan of indie rock and the like.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus,

But he talks like a gentleman,

Like you imagined,

When you were young.

You don’t know how ironic those lyrics are to the situation that’s unfolding beneath your conscious awareness. You will in due time. For now, only Alucard relishes in the mockery.

A squeak outside the bathroom door causes you to perk up. The words catch in your throat. Your heart pangs, disrupting the ambient serenity you’ve cultivated. Wordless, you stare at the shower curtain. It’s not transparent. You don’t know what’s stopping you from peeking out of it to investigate. Fear, perhaps, or the hope that it’s just Ericson.

Alucard clasps the doorknob, nesting the bulb in his palm. He snickers cruelly. You stopped singing. Shame. He was fond of the melody.

You hear the latch of the bathroom door click. It startles you further. You can feel your pulse thudding in your temples. Heart galloping in your chest, the frantic organ begs you to rip open the curtain and face the intruder. Your limbs are frozen. It’s oddly reminiscent of that day near the basement; you don’t think that’s a coincidence.

It can’t be Ericson. There’s a bathroom equipped with a sink and toilet downstairs. She wouldn’t use this one.

Something lets itself in. It closes the door behind it, barring you in this minuscule prison with its wrath. You know, in the recesses of your soul, that a monster beyond your scope of comprehension is lurking behind the curtain. Paranoia has become your friend lately; nevertheless, you understand when a genuine threat has presented itself. And it rattles you to the core.

Alucard’s dead hand, with jagged nails protruding from lithe fingertips, ghosts along the fabric that’s separating the two of you. He growls lowly. If he snapped the curtains from their hooks and dragged the whole ensemble to its demise, you would be vulnerable for him. You would cover your chest and womanhood as best you could, leaving your dainty neck exposed. It would be the perfect opportunity to—

He bites his tongue. No. Repetitively, he insists that this isn’t the night to turn you; there’s more to be done before then.

Your jaw unhooks as you register what you saw. The curtain seemed to quiver. Did that really happen?

All you can register, outside of your rampant adrenaline, is the noise of water striking the tin basin. It’s as though everything else is frozen in time. Images of that cryptid return to you. Each blink ignites a memory of him treading closer, whispering with his barbed tongue. You can almost hear him in the present.

Come, pretty human.

Petrified, you don’t breathe for what feels like an eternity. At last, your first exhale is measured — a futile attempt to regulate yourself. With courage akin to the Chernobyl divers, dipping into a radioactive pool, you raise your hand. Shaking with dread, you guide it to the precise location you saw the movement.

Alucard fights the urge to snatch your delicate wrist. He can see your silhouette. You’re about to rip open the veil, in a silly attempt to thwart him. He yearns to tug you into his firm chest, securing your figure while he lulls you into a submissive state.

In a flurry of bravery, you grasp the curtain and rip it open. A cry leaves your mouth as you do. The fabric flies, and what’s revealed is an empty space, housing solely your derangement. No being stands there. No creature is seeking to haunt you.

You stand there, motionless. Every inch of the room is scanned until you’re wholly satisfied that not a damn thing is out of place. The towels and cloths are stationary. Your supplies remain on the shelves next to the sink. Hell, even the toilet paper looks untouched.

“Okay.” You breathe under your breath. “What the hell was that?”

Maybe what you heard was the house settling. Recently, you spoke with Nelly about the creaks and groans that resound in this place, and how they’ll take some getting used to. This evening, you let your apprehension over-encumber you.

You desperately want to shake off the sounds. Something inside you begs to forget about this incident, to turn around and finish your shower without acknowledging the truth. Against your better judgement, you do. You close the curtain and inhale deeply. Your objective is singular: conclude your shower so you can get the fuck out of here.

You don’t sing another word. Speedily, you continue to rinse off, straining your hair and body of any soapy residue. You glare out the window. You didn’t bother to close the curtain. This is common for you. It’s unlikely that anyone will see you. Cree and Nelly won’t be home anytime soon, and no stranger has business at the house. Besides, you enjoy peering outside as you unwind.

You furrow your brows. That’s funny. It wasn’t this dark before. You could delineate the closest trees. It’s as though a blanket is obstructing your visibility.

That’s when you notice the pair bloodshot eyes glowering down at you. Your heart skips numerous beats. Your mind goes blank while you examine the fiend. His irises are crimson. His pupils are death. His grin is all teeth.

You can’t swallow your misgivings. The howl that flies from your mouth is unhinged. You stumble backwards, almost tripping and falling as you struggle to get away from the window. Miraculously, the curtain survives your plight. Your shin isn’t as lucky; you smack it against the tub as you barrel out the door. Wet and partially nude, save for a towel wrapped clumsily around your torso, you back away from the room.

“(F/n)!”

Ericson is mobilized, too. You can hear her dashing up the stairs to get to you. Reaching the top step, she immediately notices your unease.

“What’s wrong?!” She shouts, skidding to a halt next to you. “Did you just scream?!”

“There’s someone outside!” You contend, legs wobbling. “They were watching me!”

“Where?!”

Without a second thought, Ericson shoves her way through the ajar door, fearlessly entering the steamy room. You witness her search thoroughly around the small area. Shutting off the shower, she unhooks the window and sticks her head out. Interestingly, the black figure is nowhere to be found. Just as it disappeared when you tore open the curtain, it fluttered into nothingness when your friend responded to its wrath. It seems intent on making this experience personal.

Your friend ceases her inspection after discovering no lingering threats. Riddled with shame, you feel silly. It doesn’t help that you’re cold and damp. Your entire demeanour is miserable. Why couldn’t you have stayed and assessed the situation? Maybe things weren’t as they seemed. Then again, if the cause truly is supernatural, you might have saved yourself by reacting.

“I don’t see anyone.” She calls, frustration washing over her peachy visage. “Where were they?”

Aversively, you take a few steps towards the bathroom. You don’t dare go back inside. Instead, you point.

“Literally standing in front of the window.”

Ericson’s expression doesn’t waver. If anything, it deepens. She return to the hallway.

“In front of this window?”

She gestures over her shoulder, to the one in the bathroom. You stare at her like she grew an extra head. You’re dripping and clad in a flimsy towel. Where else does she think you came from?

“Of course!”

Silence for an interval; then, the punchline.

“I’m asking because we’re on the second floor.”

You purse your lips. You know that; you know how stupid this sounds. But you saw what you saw. You wouldn’t cry out for fun.

“I swear I’m not making this up.”

Ericson clasps your shoulder with a ginger hand, rubbing the bare skin to soothe your raw nerves. A whimper leaves your lips. She doesn’t believe you.

“I believe you.” She mutters, contradicting the lie she’s concealing. “It’s just weird to me how someone got all the way up here.”

It would be weird, if you weren’t dealing with a multi-dimensional being.

“E, I saw his eyes.”

“His?”

“Well—“

How do you explain that you met the monster in the basement on the day you viewed the house, and that you think it’s back to wreak havoc on you for no reason? Right; you don’t. Just like you can’t confess to knowing its gender.

“I… don’t know that for sure.”

She hums.

“In any case, we should ask Cree and Nelly to search the exterior when they get home tonight.”

“Absolutely.”

Even if she doesn’t agree with what you saw, and she’s simply conceding to make you feel better, that’s still a fine idea. It rained this afternoon. The ground will be damp. They can check for footprints. You don’t know if this thing is capable of leaving a trace of itself behind, but this will be a good test to confirm your suspicions. You believe it skirts between this world and another, picking and choosing which clues to plant. If your hypothesis is correct, they won’t find a thing.

Ericson swings her arms and glances in the direction of the stairs. You worry about being left to your own devices after this. Graciously, she isn’t one to leave a loved one stranded.

“Wanna come hangout?”

You cast her a shy simper.

“Do you have to ask?”

She chuckles.

"You gonna be okay?"

It's a gamble. He could sweep you away into nothingness tonight, when everyone else is asleep. Nonetheless, you nod. For now, with her partially aware of the situation, you're fine.

"I think so."

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen, then?"

"Sure."

She flashes you the peace sign, and you allow her to depart without qualm. You think the worst of it is over. The cryptid has been intercepted, and thus, it wouldn’t dare return tonight — not with everyone on guard. Despite that, it’s hard for you to discard the eerie imprint left by the event. Thick in the air, you find it taxing to breathe through the tension.

The top of Ericson’s head vanishes as she descends. Her footfalls are faint when she closes her bedroom door. Both of you are isolated once more, though it’s only you who’s anxious. If your comrade could comprehend half of what’s lurking in this house’s bowels, she might be, too.

Gradually, you walk back into the bathroom. You squint through the steam. Fear ices your heart, giving you pause. It’s the mirror; there’s something written in the fog.

A low groan rises from your abdomen. You gaze over your shoulder. Should you run and grab Ericson? No. You want to see what it says first. It could disappear by the time you return.

You tread closer to the message. Nausea rises in your gut.

YOU LOOK AS DELICIOUS AS YOUR BLOOD SMELLS

A shiver travels up your spine. You process the note as it begins to fade, questioning why you bothered to stick around. Arguably, you could have gone without knowing that the creature hunting you is a night stalker.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. “Not a fucking vampire."

You clap a clammy palm over your mouth. If he’s not a demon, then he must be a vampire. What other beast craves human blood? But as far as you know, they’re the stuff of legends. Sure, there was Vlad the Impaler, who brutalized his enemies and danced in their blood, and Elizabeth Bathory, who bathed in tortured virgin’s blood for eternal youth, but they weren’t actually fanged and inhuman. They couldn’t vanish. They couldn't transform into a flurry of bats. They couldn’t stretch as tall as the grand window in the bathroom. And they certainly couldn’t live forever... to your knowledge.

It's challenging for you to admit that this is the work of a bloodsucker. It’s illogical and frightening. It goes against what you understand about the universe. Worst of all, how can you hope to protect yourself against something that no one else believes to exist?

When Nelly and Cree got home, you and Ericson told them about the occurance. She said she heard you scream in the upstairs washroom, so she bolted out of her bedroom and met you at the end of the corridor. You narrated how you heard footsteps and saw a set of eyes. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Cree voiced his support for your otherworldly experience.

“There’s an overhang outside the bathroom window.” He offered. “Some creep could’ve climbed up to spy on you.”

“Mm-mm.” Nelly shook her head in dismay. “I do not want to think about that.”

“But who would go out of their way to do that?” Ericson argued, unconvinced. “The road is like, an eight minute walk.”

“The house is old and run-down looking. Wanderers could think it’s abandoned, and when they found it wasn’t, they stuck around anyway. They might’ve been casing us.”

Reflecting back, Cree made a few solid points. You’re glad he’s been willing to hear you out. He might be the one you turn to if things continue to unravel. At least you know he’ll be more dedicated to grasping your perspective than the skeptical Ericson.

“We should probably check for footprints, no?” Nelly prompted Cree. “And if we find any, let’s call the police.”

“Agreed.” Ericson interjected. “If someone’s fucked enough to walk all this way from the road, just to spy on us in the bathroom, I don’t want to find out what else they have planned.”

A grim undertone lied in her statement. They don’t yet believe the source of your dismay could be anything beyond human. After all, aren’t mortals scarier than the notion of demons and ghosts and vampires? With the way mankind treats each other, always implementing new ways to maim and kill, you ought to be worried about an intruder more than a v—

You chew on your inner cheek. You’re still having trouble admitting what he is. It doesn’t feel real.

Cree and Nelly spent twenty minutes on the prowl. Predictably, they didn’t find anything disturbing. Outwardly, it seemed invalidating to your claim that there was someone watching you; inwardly, however, you were petrified with the realization that this truly isn’t another human. Part of you wanted your spooky experiences to be debunked. Why can’t it be the deranged ex-homeowner screwing with you, or some neighbour from down to street with a god complex? Either of those culprits are criminals who can locked up. A vampire can’t be stopped.

You sit on your bed. The flesh beneath your eyes is sagging and dark with exhaustion. It’s twelve past midnight. The urge to rest is nagging; sadly, fear keeps your brain on high alert. It’s impossible to sleep right now. The darkness of your room does little to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

Phone high above your head, you read what’s displayed on the dim screen. Your eyes are squinted from hours of research. You’re grateful for the internet. Discussion forums of others who claim to have encountered vampires gave you ideas on how to protect yourself. Not only that, but you’ve perused information across various cultures on nightstalkers. If you’re going to suffer from insomnia, you may as well use your time to study the enemy.

The term vampire didn’t originate until the early 1700s. Some ancient people believed that demons were blood suckers. Others thought they were ghouls roaming the plain of living, yearning to feed. Suddenly, the monster’s words echo in your mind.

But I classify myself as none of those creatures, sweetness.

He doesn’t refer to himself as a demon. The ancients were wrong. A ghoul, perhaps. For now, you’re confident to say that he’s undead.

It’s three-fifteen in the morning when you ultimately drift off. You leave consciousness while you’re neck-deep in lore, unable to fight your natural urges any longer. Unfortunately, your dreams are much different from the stark reality of supernatural forces. An unconscious mind is more vulnerable than a conscious, guarded one, and monsters know it.

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Four - Sunflower

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here.

Previous Chapter

The only thing you feel when you wake up is wet. 

You had fallen asleep on Abby's shoulder so, she checks that your head is okay before she gets up from the floor. “What the fuck, Ellie!”

Both of your clothes are soaking wet, making them cling to your bodies. 

Ellie shrugs, “You two were out like a light. The only way I could wake you guys up was with water.”

“You could have shaken us awake. Not waterboard us!”

“Right, well, I need you two out of here before my parents get home. I don’t want people here when they yell at me for having a party…again.” 

Abby outstretches her hand and you gladly take it. She helps you get off the now soaking-wet floor. 

The two of you walk down the stairs, careful not to trip on puddles of beer, and make your way outside. The contrast between the dark house and the bright sunlight makes you squint your eyes. 

“How are you getting home?” Abby asks as she grabs her keys. They jingle as she grabs them from the carabiner clipped to her jeans. 

“My bike.” You point at the space where you parked your bike last night. Abby looks at you confused. When you look over, your heart drops. Your bike is nowhere to be found. 

“Fuck!” 

You turn and bang on Ellie’s door. Seconds later, Ellie opens it with a hand on her hip.

“What?” You can tell that she’s on edge. Whatever her parents will do to her is clouding her mind so nothing else matters to her right now.

“Have you seen my bike?” You point to the space where your bike was. 

“That was your bike? Some guy drove off with it last night. I thought it was his so I didn’t say anything. Sorry about that.”

“Do you remember what the guy looked like?” “TBH, I was fucking zooted so I don’t remember that part.” You thank Ellie for her time and collapse on her lawn. The shoes you are wearing were okay for biking but terrible for walking. The twenty-minute bike ride from Ellie’s house to yours just tripled. It would take you an hour to walk home. You really hoped that the asshole who took your bike ate shit in front of everyone at school. 

“Do you need a ride home?” Abby asks.

"No,” you lie. You would like a ride home but don’t want to be a burden. 

Abby can see right through your lie. “You are not walking home in those shoes,” she says. 

She’s right. No matter how much you’ve walked in platforms, walking an hour in them would be terrible for your feet. The only person you knew who could do that was Carrie Bradshaw and she wasn’t real.

“Get in the car.” Abby opens the door for you and closes it once you’re tucked inside. The leather seats are cracked, adding to the vintage charm. There are two CDs in the open glove compartment and a pack of gum. Once Abby’s inside the car, she reaches over you and closes it. 

“Sorry,” she says, “My car is a mess.” 

“It’s okay. You should see my room,” you joke. 

Your mother thought that your room was messy when in reality, it was only a little cluttered. Your entire desk is filled with little trinkets and memories from your past life. Clothes are thrown all over the floor from playing dress up one too many times and sometimes paper lays flatly on the floor if you’re too lazy to pick it up. 

“I didn’t know you collect CDs,” you add. 

“Yeah, I do. It’s cheaper than collecting vinyl,” Abby shrugs.

Abby turns the music up a little bit. Some new pop artist is playing and she taps her fingers on the steering wheel, enjoying the music. The car is silent except for the music playing on the radio. 

You can’t believe the two of you were caught like that on the floor. Laying your head on Abby’s shoulder was innocent enough but the fact that the two of you fell asleep like that got to you. You didn’t even drink anything last night so there was no reason why you slept in. Then you remembered why you didn’t drink anything last night. You spilled your drink all over Owen. 

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and began to chew on it out of fear. What would Abby think when she found out that you spilled a drink on her boyfriend's t-shirt? Would she hate you and never want to talk to you again? Or would she also call you a bitch and hate you forever? Maybe if you came clean she would admire the fact that you were a real friend who never hid secrets from her.

“I have to tell you something,” you huffed out a nervous breath.

“Yes?”

“I spilled a drink on Owen last night.”

“On his J.Crew shirt? That ass.” She shook her head. “It was his favorite shirt and I told him not to wear it to parties anymore because someone would spill something on it. That’s what he gets for not listening to me,” Abby laughed. 

You let out a breath that you didn’t even notice you were holding in and laughed along with her.

“So, we’re cool?” 

Abby nodded, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

You shook your head and looked out the window, “No reason.” 

By the way that every house on the street looked the same, you knew that you were close to your own. You look over at Abby, confused. 

“How do you know where I live? I never told you my address.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Owen told me you lived by him in the house that just sold.” She bit her lip. 

Abby pulls up in your driveway and you almost curse out loud. Both of your parents' cars are in the driveway. Even though they’re never home, they've given you a curfew. You must be home before 12 in the morning and according to your phone, it is currently 10 am. You were so fucked. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you slip out of her truck.

Abby smiles, “Anytime. And I’m sorry about your bike.”

Abby waits until you’re inside of your house to pull off. Instead of going to the left, she turns right towards Owen’s house. You feel the tugging in your heart when you see the two of them together. It shouldn’t bother you that they’re spending time together but it does. You can’t quite put your feelings into words but they aren’t nice.

"Where have you been and why are you wet?” your mother asks, her arms crossed. 

“Since when do you care?” you shoot back. 

“Some partners from the firm are coming over and we need you to be here,” your father rubs the bridge of his nose, annoyed at your rebellious tone. 

“Why? So we can play happy little family again. No thanks, I have plans.” 

You walk past them and into your room. You don’t have plans but you’d rather walk all the way to hell and back than play into their little act. 

You change into dry and clean clothes, grab your bag, and head out the door. You have no idea how to use public transportation but you’ll figure it out today. 

Your parents don’t argue as you walk out of the door. Some weird part of you wants them to call for you but you know them. You know that they don’t want to waste more of their breath on you.

You don’t care where you’re going. You just need to get away. You take the first bus you see and ride it till the end of the line. It drops you off at a public park. Children scream with glee as they play on the playground, people walk their dogs along the sidewalk, and couples enjoy the cool breeze as they sit and enjoy each other's company. And then it hits you, that weird feeling inside of you that you get when you want something you can’t have. It makes you sit down and watch as the small waves flow through the small duck pond.

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Monday comes around, and you’re in the library with Abby. It’s the first day of tutoring and both of you are nervous. You want to be a good teacher and Abby wants to soak up all the knowledge she can. 

“So, what do you struggle with the most?” You ask, getting ready to take notes. 

“Memorization mostly,” Abby says truthfully, “But I’d like to work on everything.”

You get out a fresh set of flashcards and slide them over to Abby. “Why don’t we start with making some flashcards? You can write down the word and then the definition on the back.”

You observe Abby. She’s hunched over the note cards and writing things down with the speed of a cheetah. Usually, the curtains of the library are closed, causing it to be lit by the sickly white lights above, but today the curtains are drawn, exposing the beautiful sunlight. 

Abby’s skin drinks up the sun. The freckles littered on her skin make unique patterns that not even a skilled painter could recreate. 

You speak before your mouth has a chance to stop you. “Do you know what you remind me of?”

She looks up at you through her lashes, “What?” “A sunflower.” The way that she flourishes in the sun can only be compared to a sunflower. So delicate yet strong. The perfect contrast between the two.

Abby laughs which would cause the librarian to scold her but not today. Today, the librarian is nowhere to be seen. Odd.

The library doors open and the mood shifts. A chill runs down your spine. The librarian is awoken from her nap by the lack of sunlight. The clouds cover the sun and Abby is no longer illuminated by its rays. 

Heavy footsteps can be heard making their way towards your table. 

“Babe, I thought you said you were coming to my place after school?” Owen places his hand on Abby’s back and snakes it up to her shoulder. He looks you in the eye as he does this, making you more uncomfortable than you’ve been in your entire life.

Abby sits up straight and brushes the hair out of her face. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“What’s going on? You never forget to come over.”

“I’m tutoring her. Mr. Miller thought that it would be a good idea considering I have the best grade in that class,” you cut in on their conversation. 

Owen eyes you suspiciously as if there aren’t flashcards and textbooks on the table. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” he whispers, loudly enough for you to hear. He pats Abby’s shoulder twice before exiting the library. 

Once he’s out of sight, you can feel the sun come back out and the librarian knocks out. The sun's rays reflect off Abby's skin and back into the atmosphere. 

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