#It's just everything to me it's perfect it's messy it hurts oh god it hurts *them*

[kateis-cakeis]

Every day since watching Episode 6 has been thinks about the kiss thinks about the kiss thinks about the kiss thinks about this kiss

thinks about the music, the line deliveries, the way it all hurts, the shaky breaths, the quivering lips, the setting of expressions as realisation dawns, the kiss, the kiss, the kiss

[sugawhaaa]

JEONGIN SMUT HEADCANONS

Sex with Jeongin would...

[Dom ver]

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, oral, fingering, BDSM, spit play, sweat fetish, auralism, probably more I forget 😭

Pairing:: dom!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: I accidentally used the same photo twice but...Shh I'm too lazy to re-edit the thingy. Also the tiles for each section are a little vague, it's just for the vibes

Skz masterlist:: 🎀

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Feel like::

☆-Jeongin is a sucker for deep and fast sex...like listen Jeongin can be impatient as hell and he just needs to get in there yk what I mean?

☆-I can see him being a bit of a tease with this like when he first goes inside he waits like a few second before just putting in all of his pent up lust into pounding into you.

☆-Jeongin has been getting big asf lately and I can see him kinda having a size kink, ofc in the sense that he's bigger than you, so doing things like lifting you by your hips or guiding your body by the waist is totally his thing.

☆-Messy kisses with a fuck ton of tongue while fucking you 😫

☆-he likes to put his hands around your face and neck area. Not deliberately choking but just asserting his control, you know? Also making a mess of your spit, dipping his fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them.

☆-some spanking every now and then ^^

☆-He loves to roam his hands all over your body, your tits, thighs, ass, tummy, back, wherever he has access to his hands are gently massaging.

☆-hes so gentle when taking your clothes off ggrrr but once in a blue moon he doesn't give a fuck, he needs you naked right fucking now.

☆-You'll find his fingers in your hair quite often. Sometimes it's to pull your head back and add just a twinge of pain or other times it's just to ground himself and pull your head closer to kiss you deeper.

☆-his fingers are so long and feel perfect against or in your body. He'd use this kind of method where he sorts through your folds with his fingers by gently gliding his finger down the seam of your pussy.

☆-his fingers also hit very deep inside you to the point he has to curl his fingers so he doesn't hurt you <3

☆-hes not very into anal or anything but he would like to put a vibrator in one of the two holes and then fuck the other 😩🤌

Sound like::

☆-this man loves dirty talk so much that he is just rambling and rambling the entire time in between moans and cries. He'd say all kinds of kinky things you wouldn't imagine him to say but...he does have a freaky side.

☆-"I love it when you make that pretty face" "stick your tongue out," "awh is my baby crying?" "Shh, it's okay, you can cum soon,"

☆-He really likes hearing the sounds of your bodies colliding in anyway, the sound of your tongues dancing, the bed creaking, his hips slapping against your ass, his tongue sorting through your folds, and the sounds you make when you suck him off 😩

☆-sometimes he'll play music in the background to set the mood as well, something lofi and more relaxing than sexual unless, of course, it's one of those real freaky nights.

☆-wet noises <3 when he fingers your wet pussy so deep and he can hear your arousal sorting through his fingers.

☆-hearing your moans is his favorite thing ever, he does anything and everything to make you moan louder and higher pitched.

☆-as I mentioned earlier he is a deep and fast kinda guy so you best believe the bedframe is often begging for mercy 😁 (imagine the headboard hitting against the wall all night while the members are just trying to sleep)

☆-whispering dirty words to you <3

☆-he curses a lot during sex, though he kind of feels bad about it. He wants to keep it romantic and passionate but when your walls hug him so tightly and your nails are digging into his back he can't hold back.

☆-"Oh fuck baby," "shit I'm close!" "God damn baby, you suck me so fucking good,"

☆-I can see Jeongin making a mix of noises between grunts, moans, growls, and so on, you get the point. He's very vocal though, loud and passionate, he doesn't hold back a thing.

☆-he isn't too into daddy type tropes but he does love calling you all kinds of things that make you feel small, like babygirl, darling, princess, etc. However he is into calling you mommy 👀 but that's for the next part

☆-basically to sum up this section, sex with Jeongin is loud and he loves embracing that fact.

Look like::

☆-hear me out...sweaty sex. I feel like he'd sweat quite easily when pounding you, sweat building along his hairline and down that sharp ass jawline 😩

☆-Sometimes I feel like people forget how sexy his body is, his thin waist that perfectly tapers to his sturdy hips and thick thighs, like come on.

☆-Most of the time you'll see Jeongin on top of you in the dark. The only light source being the night sky as he looms over you, his broad chest covering your body as his knees trap you between him 🥴

☆-backshots...also cumming onto your tummy as well 🤌 he does really like creampies but he loves messy sex even more. Usually in one session he'll cum outside and inside of you at least once each. A good balance.

☆-he loves loves loves making you squirt. That sexy face you make every time, the way your body moves on its own, the way you moan, it's everything to him and best of all, the mess you make, all for him.

☆-this may sound weird but I can see him smiling a fair bit during sex. After very explosive orgasms or when it just feels so good he has to smile with a little chuckle.

☆-bro would love shower sex, I firmly believe this, so seeing him all wet is a common occurrence during sex. His hair clinging to his face as water drops down his face and chest before pressing you against the wall to fuck you all over again.

Taste like::

☆-this man eats pussy so good, have you seen his tongue work on stage? He knows how to make a woman cum 5 times over in one sitting.

☆-I can see him being really sloppy when he eats you out, his saliva dripping down on his chin and all over your pussy.

☆-oral for him can be whatever really. Sometimes it's slow an sensual or romantic and sometimes it's more...erotic

☆-he loves hearing the sounds of his cock wedging down your throat though 😩 and he likes when you let him cum on your face or make cum bubbles etc, be messy.

☆-eating you out from behind >>> he'd get you to go on all fours and he'd come up behind you to make out with your cunt.

☆-he loves spreading your folds, thighs, or ass when eating you out, he needs to get right up in there.

☆-he's the type of guy to not finger when he eats you out, he doesn't need his fingers to make you cum, only his sweet tongue and lips.

[anundyingfidelity]

CLAWS & SHIELD — Wolverine, Soldier Boy

Summary: Logan, Ben, and you sharing a motel room. That's it, that's the fic.

Pairing: Logan x fem reader x Ben.

Warnings: pwp smut, threesome, unprotected everything, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, cum play, cream pie, facial, mentions of marking, dirty talking, pet names, sub!reader, female pronouns.

Notes: I know no one asked but here you have because I can't stop thinking about them sharing like the good assholes they are. Soldier Boy and Wolverine are their own warnings in general so😫

GEN MASTERLIST!

“I- I’ve never done this before,” you gasp, hands and knees on the ground as Soldier Boy sits at the edge of the mattress with your head between his thighs. The tip of his cock is red and he’s aching to be sucked, and you want to. Fuck, how much you want to, but you feel kinda anxious as the mutant pulls your hips towards his own.

His cock is also hard, veiny and throbbing already to feel your walls wrap around him. You whine when he teases your entrance with his dick, covering himself with your slick and you moan. Logan takes a messy grip of your hair and rubs his cock once, twice, before his tip buries inside your needy cunt.

“Oh, but how you’re enjoying it,” Logan remarks with a dark chuckle, followed by the supe, who wipes your mouth with his thumb.

And you suck on his digit, swollen lips wrapped around him as if your life depends on it.

“Dirty little slut, can’t wait to be filled up, can you?” Soldier Boy teases as Logan pounds mercilessly into your aching pussy. You whine at the feel of the mutant gripping on your hips now, sure it’d leave more marks into your skin by tomorrow.

Your knees already hurt, your palms are bruising on the carpet of the dirty motel room. It was true, you never had been in this situation before. But being shared by these two piles of muscles and strength, manhandling you around and ordering you to take what they could give to you was more than you ever dreamt of.

Soldier Boy pulls his thumb away from your mouth, and takes your jaw with his fingers.

“Open,” he orders and you obey, sticking your tongue out, fucked out already as Logan continues his rut from behind you.

He spits on your mouth and you flinch a little, but he doesn’t hold back, instead guides his cock between your lips and you happily take him, humming and gagging at how far he had reached inside in just a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” Soldier Boy moans, watching his cock disappear into your mouth.

“She’s fucking close,” Logan warns, the rhythm of his thrusts increasing by the moment, and he grabs your ass cheeks, spreading them to see right in the spot where you two connect as he keeps fucking you to bliss. He hisses at the view of his cock sliding out, covered in the wetness of your abused cunt. “God, that’s a perfect pussy right there, look at you…”

Logan hits your sweet spot and you moan and cry around Ben’s cock, the soldier never giving you the easy time. He fucks your throat hard, as if he was on a competition with the other man fucking your cunt right now, and you do your best to suck on his cock, tongue tracing his veins and your throat creating a wet cave for him to use.

With a hand, Soldier Boy grabs onto your hair and guides your pace to a more brutal one, feeling himself close.

“Keep sucking me off, sweetcheeks,” he groans, thrusting up his hips until your nose meets his pelvis.

You blurt incoherences, pussy clenching around Logan’s cock, and god, does it feel so damn good to you, being filled by both men at the same time, used for their pleasure and however they want… If this was heaven you wouldn’t want to leave the room ever.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Soldier Boy grunts and quickly pulls out of your mouth. He is jerking himself and holding your pretty, fucked out face with the other hand.

“Open for me, yeah, that’s it,” he praises and he finally cums, white ropes painting your cheeks as you hold your tongue out, his hot cum all over your nose, lips and cheeks.

“Keep her there, I’m gonna fill her up real good,” Logan darkly whispers and is no longer for him to get there, when he empties inside your needy cunt balls deep with a beautiful moan of his. Though, he already has come, the stamina and strength is enough to keep fucking his seed into you and a chain of moans and pleas leave your lips and sore throat.

“Fuck, yes! Right there, that’s the spot, please keep fucking me-”

His orgasm triggers your own climax and you finally come, crying so loud and milking his cock as he thrusts to meet your hips.

Soldier Boy wipes the cum off your face before offering his fingers coated and forcing them into your mouth. You lick them obediently, longing eyes on him.

“Fuck, best pussy I ever had,” Logan praises and he finally stops, lazy and sloppy hips against your ass.

“And wait when you have her ass,” Soldier Boy smirks, you moan unwittingly at the thought. “Hole is even better.”

Logan groans and he feels himself getting hard again, pulling out of your cunt, seed leaking out and rolling down your thighs. He plays with your sensitive folds and clit with calloused fingers.

“Yeah, well, I’m ready for round two,” Logan says, leaning towards you, his strong chest pressing against your back. “Bub here as well. But are you ready, baby?” he whispers over your ear.

You shiver at the thought, and you know they know you want it bad. It’s become a need at this point. Their high senses tells you they fucking know, and they enjoy having this control over you.

“Whatever you want,” you respond, holding the soldier’s lustful stare as you try to catch your breath.

Soldier Boy smirks and Logan chuckles on your back. He roams his hand over your breasts, kissing your shoulder, his beard leaving a sweet burn on you. Their dicks are already hard, and oh, you know you’re so fucked in the best way you could dream of.

[zweigsangel]

unprotected sex, p in v, praising, smut w no plot.

the room was warm, the air heavy with the kind of intimacy that felt like it wrapped around you both, pulling you into a world that was just yours and his. chris hovered above you, his body covering yours completely, shielding you, grounding you. his skin was hot to the touch, slick with a sheen of sweat that made the light catch on his broad shoulders. the low, steady creak of the bed beneath you was the only other sound in the room besides the soft hum of his voice and the wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against yours.

he was buried deep inside you, his body rocking against yours with a deliberate slowness that felt almost torturous. every movement, every thrust, dragged out a moan from you that he swallowed with his mouth on yours, his lips messy and uncoordinated against your own. his tongue swept into your mouth, tasting you, teasing you, but even then, his focus wasn’t on the kiss itself—it was on you, entirely, like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

his hips stuttered just slightly, and you could feel the way his whole body trembled with restraint, his muscles tensing under your hands. “fuck, sweet girl,” he rasped, his voice rough and broken, like he was struggling to keep it together. “you feel so—fuck, you’re so tight, baby. can’t—can’t even think straight.”

your fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling gently as you arched your back, pushing your chest against him. the movement made him groan, a desperate, wrecked sound that seemed to vibrate through his whole body.

“you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, his words slurred together as his lips moved down your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses that made your skin burn. “i swear, i—shit, i don’t deserve you. don’t fuckin’ deserve this.”

“chris,” you gasped, your voice trembling as he shifted his angle just slightly, hitting a spot that made stars dance behind your eyes. “you’re—oh, god—you’re perfect, too.”

his head snapped up at your words, his eyes locking onto yours, wide and almost disbelieving. “don’t,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “don’t fuckin’ say that. you’re too good for me, baby. swear to god, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

his movements grew more erratic, his hips snapping against yours faster now, and you could tell he was losing his grip on the control he always prided himself on. his hand slid down your side, his fingers curling around your thigh and pulling it up to wrap around his waist, and the change in position made you cry out his name, your nails digging into his back.

he let out a low, desperate whine at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as his hips jerked roughly. “fuck,” he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. “fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me lose it. can’t—can’t hold on much longer.”

you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles strained as he tried to hold himself back, but you didn’t want him to. you wanted him to lose control, to let go completely. your hand cupped his jaw, pulling his face back up so you could look at him, your thumb brushing over the soft stubble on his cheek.

“it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice shaky but steady. “let go, chris. it’s just us.”

his eyes searched yours, wide and glassy, and he looked so wrecked, so vulnerable, that it made your chest ache. “fuck, i love you,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “love you so fuckin’ much it hurts.”

his hand slid up your body, his palm warm and rough as it cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “i wanna give you everything,” he said, his voice breaking on the last word. “swear to god, sweet girl, i wanna—fuck, i wanna see you carryin’ my kids. wanna see you all round and glowing and—shit, you’d look so fuckin’ pretty, baby.”

his words sent a rush of heat through your body, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared up at him, speechless. “chris,” you started, but he cut you off, shaking his head as his hips pressed harder, deeper.

“please,” he whispered, his voice so soft and desperate it made your breath catch. “please, sweet girl. let me give you everything. let me—fuck—lemme put a baby in you.”

his words hit you like a lightning bolt, your whole body trembling beneath him as your nails dug into his shoulders. “you’re insane,” you gasped, but your voice was thick with emotion, your body arching into his.

“yeah,” he admitted, his lips brushing over yours. “yeah, i’m fuckin’ insane. crazy about you. love you so goddamn much, baby, it’s stupid.”

he groaned again, his forehead pressing against yours as his hips snapped harder, his movements growing frantic and uneven. “say it,” he begged, his voice cracking. “please, baby, say it. tell me you’ll let me.”

you could barely think, your mind hazy with pleasure, but his words broke through the fog, sending your heart into overdrive. “yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your hands gripped his face. “yes, chris—anything. you can have everything.”

the sound he made was unlike anything you’d ever heard—half a groan, half a whimper, raw and desperate. “fuck, fuck,” he gasped, his whole body shuddering as his hips stuttered, and then he was spilling into you, his face buried in your neck as he came with a broken cry of your name.

he collapsed against you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his breath came in ragged gasps. his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight like he was afraid you might slip away, and you could feel the erratic thud of his heart against your chest.

“jesus christ,” he muttered after a moment, his voice muffled against your neck. “i’m fuckin’ obsessed with you, you know that?”

you laughed softly, your fingers threading through his damp hair as you pressed a kiss to his temple. “i know,” you whispered. “and i love you for it.”

he lifted his head just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and filled with so much love it made your chest ache. “love you too, sweet girl,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “forever.”

and as he pulled you closer, his body wrapped around yours like a protective cocoon, you couldn’t help but think that forever with chris sounded like the best thing in the world.

[neiptune]

you give me bad ideas

cw: 1.5k wc, female reader, reader has a vagina, NSFW, handjob, dry humping, slight fingering, pet names, established relationship, sanemi is as needy as an inappropriately horny boyfriend in the middle of the night can be and you're just gonna have to deal with it i guess

thank you a million times @erexart for this GORGEOUS WORK OF ART OF A BANNER i will stare at it for the rest of my life and then some more!!!!! thank you @katsulock for reading this and sharing your precious opinions i'm truly so lucky to know you and have your support

“Sanemi, no” you hiss but it’s quiet, you don’t even peel your eyes open to further underline how serious the ban is. He huffs into your hair from behind and it’s not long before he resumes his ministrations, lips gently tracing your spine with featherlight kisses that eventually rise up to your neck.

“No, what?” he whispers, faux innocence laced into his tone “I’m not doin’ anything” and just like that, his hands skim under your shirt, gently caress your tummy with a touch so warm and familiar it makes you sigh.

“Behave” you lazily grab one of his wrists, knowing all too well it’s going to do absolutely nothing to stop him “Genya is literally sleeping in the next room, I’m not risking your brother hearing us”

“So be quiet” Sanemi’s free hand rises up ever so slightly, thumb tentatively grazing the portion of skin he’s so used to grabbing “I’ll make sure none of your usual pretty whimpers slips past those lips” his warm breath on your neck elicits a shiver that only makes him smile.

“I cannot believe you” it’s nothing but a weak, annoyed yet fond groan. A soft chuckle vibrates in the wide, solid chest pressed to your back.

“Well, I think you owe it to me”

That’s when you open your eyes and fidget into his hold to turn to look at him, amused lavender gaze reciprocating your outraged one.

“I beg your pardon?”

Sanemi hums, seizes the opportunity to press his lips to your forehead as his arms further close around your waist and you’re pulled in tightly. “Don’t play coy. Can’t feel what you’re doing to me right now?” a familiar hardness is now pressing against your ass and it takes everything in you not to push your hips further into him “this is all you. I’m so hard it hurts”

As if to underline his point, he grinds against you ever so slightly, just enough for you to feel more of him.

“Sounds like a you problem” you whisper and Sanemi rolls his eyes at your stubborness, pretends not to notice how you’re now absolutely still. Pliant, malleable.

“And if I want to make it our problem?” he presses against you once more, rocks his hips slowly but with intention while keeping you in his iron embrace.

“Fuck” you quietly groan, familiar heat flooding your core “Nemi, we really can’t—”

“Please” he whispers, lips and teeth grazing your ear, hold growing stronger on your hips “need it so bad. Will be quiet, won’t even put it in if you don’t want me to”

“God— fine” you surrender, exasperated, and roll to your side once more “take what you need, then. Quietly”

“That’s my girl” the curve of a smirk where your neck meets your shoulder, his rocking gaining a steadier rythm now “my perfect girl. C’mere” Sanemi cups your jaw with the hand not busy kneading the plush skin of your breast, tilts your pretty face to claim a slow kiss that turns messy, sloppy. It’s rare for him to be this needy, in search of relief for himself. Poor thing. The thought of his gorgeous cock smearing precum against his briefs, bulge pushed over and over into the curve of your ass, the sound of his breathing morphing into raspy pants against your neck… it’s all enough for you to decide to help him out, ass wantonly wiggling over his hardness eliciting a hiss.

“Oh? What’s that?” the lilt lingering in his voice is still infuriatingly amused, in contrast with his hips still desperately bucking upward for friction “changed your mind, princess?”

“You never know when to shut up” you reach behind your back and sneak a hand in between your bodies, fingers curling easily around the ridge of his clothed length “and count your blessings” he curses into your hair when you start stroking him, torturously slow, the way you know it drives him insane.

“Fucking— shit” he ruts into your fist and it makes you hide a proud grin into the pillow.

“What is it? Not so smug anymore, are we?”

“I never need to be, ah, smug about this” he mutters before gently biting down on your neck, tongue warm and sensual easing the stinging pain right after “about how much I need you”

“Tell me how much you need me” you whisper, hand finding its way underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, his cock harder, heavier and quite literally leaking by the time it’s set free. You could get drunk on the moan bubbling up from his chest when you circle the flushed tip with your thumb, a good natured keep it low leaving your lips as you increase your pace ever so slightly.

“Nothing compares” he mutters, voice soft and so close to breaking “not my fist, not your pictures. Need your touch, your mouth, shit, even your voice alone is fucking enough to—” Sanemi is interrupted by his own groan, unable to focus as he shamelessly throbs into your skilled hand as it gathers more precum before squeezing his head once more.

You let him bury the pads of his fingers into your jaw again, kiss him just as desperately while a familiar throb between your legs has your thighs rubbing together. Desire mercilessly licks at your stomach but you don’t give in, not when all you’re focused on is him, getting closer and closer to his peak.

“So good for me” you murmur into his mouth, soft voice dripping with honey making him twitch “my beautiful, strong man. I love you, Nemi” and just like that, with another breathless moan buried into the crook of your neck in an attempt at keeping his promise of being quiet, ropes of hot cum make a mess of your hand.

A series of profanities is hissed into your skin and you relish in the way he still jerks into your touch when you teasingly caress his spent tip, makes you a little sad that you didn’t have the best view of his pretty features drunk on pleasure while stroking him.

“You will be the death of me” his breathing grows steadier at last but you can feel how painfully hard his heart beats against your back, arms possessively tightening around you as he shivers, hands sneaking underneath your shirt once more “I love you” it’s sincere, a declaration that never fails to make your heart flutter despite hearing it so many times each day.

You playfully hum as you retract your hand, chuckle when he groans as you carefully lick your fingers clean, gaze locked to his half lidded one.

“Sleep now” you kiss along his jaw when you’re done, only to then peck his lips to give him a  chance to taste himself. Sanemi presses his body against yours with purpose once, still half hard, before gently maneuvering you to roll onto your other side and face him.

“My perfect girl” he repeats, tone gone soft oozing with sheer devotion when he brings you as close as humanly possible to kiss you. It’s slow but deep, tongue entering your mouth and grazing yours over and over again, low groan vibrating against your chest as you card your fingers through his hair and pull at the snowy strands.

“Let me take care of you” it’s a plea barely whispered into your mouth “don’t think I don’t know how wet you are”

“There’s no need, I can—” he swallows your airless gasp with another needy kiss when one of his hands easily slips beneath the waistband of your sleeping shorts and panties, fingers zeroing on your clit by muscle memory and pressing against it. You bury your face into the crook of his neck when he starts making steady circles, a whimper inevitably slipping past your lips.

“You can’t. Not on my watch, not if I’m here” Sanemi nestles his cock between your thighs, painfully close to your still clothed entrance. He’s barely keeping himself from ripping those stupid shorts apart, especially as you grind against him in search for more friction.

“Nemi” you mewl, eyes rolling back when the circles against your sticky clit grow faster, harsher “fuck, please, need you”

“Need me? Where?” he pushes, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth when you scoff.

“Sanemi”

“Answer the question, baby” you jolt against him when he teases your dripping hole with a single finger, barely dipping it in.

“Inside me” it’s a hiss more than a whisper “I need you inside me, you fucking prick”

That’s when he halts his movements, rough fingers taken away so abruptly you emit a pathetic whine. He grabs you by the hips instead, dampness sinking into your heated skin as he forcefully rolls you along his cock, heat stirring in his groin at the thought of just how slippery your folds must be by now, smug grin so close, so discernible even in the darkness of you shared bedroom, you could easily kiss or slap it off his handsome face.

“Why are you askin’ for it?” Sanemi tilts his head to the side a little, impertinence swarming in a darkened violet gaze “come claim what’s already yours”

[jarofstyles]

blurb request!! i would love another one similar to the overstim/nerdrry one but doesn’t have to be nerd! i just love whiny h and him wanting to keep going to please her. something in that realm <3333 you do it so well

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Warnings- smut, overstim, cum play, switch vibes w H

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“Jus’ like that baby, just keep goin’.” He panted, head tossed back against the headrest. The backseat of his car was about as far as he’d been willing to go to get privacy for them. He couldn’t go further without having her and it was evident now how his need had been serious.

“A-Are you sure?” Y/N swallowed, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the car seat.

“Mm… feels so nice with my cum dripping out. Need t’fuck it back in, my perfect girl. Keep riding me. You do it so well, keepin’ my cock nice and warm.” His cock was sensitive and he felt little sparks each and every time she sunk back down onto him, but it was everything. His balls were wet and his seat would need to be deep cleaned but he didn’t care about any of that in the current moment.

The car windows were fogged and the smell of sex would linger for quite a bit, the sounds of heavy breathing and smacking kisses mixed with the squelch of her overly messy hole sinking down onto his prick was the perfect ambiance for it all. Sweat matted their hair to their necks and foreheads even with their attempts to fix it for one another, but seeing each other in the midst of that pleasure was too good.

“God- yes, baby. Yes, yes, yes, keep fuckin’ riding me. Keep bouncing on that cock baby, S’all yours. Always yours. Fuuuuck.” He grit his teeth as his cock gave another weak twitch. Walls tightened around him and he whimpered when the sloppy mix of her arousal and cum made him slip out. “Put it back baby, back inside. Please don’t-“ he choked out a moan as the cooler air was taken away with the silky cunt back around him.

Y/N couldn’t speak, burying her face in his humid neck for a brief moment as he held her hips before flipping them over. Carefully laying her on the seat, he lifted her legs up and fucked into her again. Spreading them to look at the creamy mix of his load and the slippery slick of her cunt smeared around the base of his cock and over her slit, he couldn’t help but whimper at the sight of it. “Oh… shit.” He whispered, swiping his thumb through it and bringing the mix to his mouth. Y/N watched with an open mouth as he sucked it off, a pleased hum leaving his throat before he leaned down to kiss her as he buried back balls deep.

“We taste so good together, and I want more. I wanna cum in you again n’I want t’lick it all up. Hurts a little but it feels so good. I love your pussy, I love it. I love how you are wrapped around me n’I….” He panted against her mouth as his thrusts grew sloppy. “And M’gonna cum again in you, I’m gonna do it. Please, baby. M’gonna go crazy, let me cum in your perfect pussy again. It owns me, you own me. My perfect girl.��’

[ohbo-ohno]

Okay but *gulp* soap with his dick slipping out and accidentally pressing into the wrong hole. Doesn’t stop him from continuing tho

listen LISTEN listen - yeah!! soap is 100% the kind of asshole to do this!!

1.7k soap x f!reader "wrong hole" drabble 🫶 (cw: pwp smut, noncon anal sex between partners (also unrealistic anal sex), pussy drunk johnny)

You arch further into Johnny, slick skin sliding along slick skin as your mouth drops open on a moan.

“Jo-Johnny,” you pant, gripping tightly to his broad shoulders. “Feels ssooo- so good.”

“Yeah?” He grunts from above you, mohawk messy and dripping sweat. “Bet it- bet it feels big, huh?”

You whine, pushing your hips closer to him as he slams home inside of you. “So big,” you agree, your mind draining from you slowly as he pulls nearly the entire way out on every thrust, leaving you almost empty before filling you to the brim. “God, you’re so good, Johnny.”

“Fuck, yes,” he pants, arms wrapping around your back and squeezing you tight to him. Your hips are pushed a little further up, a little closer to him. You wrap both your legs around his waist, hold him as tight as he does you. He only manages to keep up his rhythm through pure strength, easily able to overpower your grip.

“So good,” he mimics, eyes squeezed shut. You can’t look away from him - the sweat dripping down the side of his tanned face, the wrinkles and scars decorating his skin, the way he looks like he’s either in agony or euphoria. “Feel so perfect, so tight. Fuck, missed you so much, lass, missed your perfect cunt.”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he hits the perfect spot inside of you, body limp in his arms. You feel almost like a doll, like a toy for him to fuck, but he’s so good at it that you can’t even begin to care.

The both of you devolve into moans, occasionally trying to speak and choking on your words. You might feel embarrassed of what a mess Johnny’s made of you, if he weren’t in the same condition.

He pulls out completely on several thrusts in a row, both of you gasping at the sensation - you, because it’s a shock to go from nothing to everything completely and him, because every thrust inside of you when he’s pulled all the way out feels like the first. You dig your nails into his muscles, pushing your chest against his for all the physical contact you can manage.

It happens too quickly for you to even really notice. One second Johnny is rearranging your guts, giving you the best dick of your life, and the next you feel like you’re being torn in two.

You nearly scream, eyes flying open and nails dragging down his back, peeling skin off. Johnny’s loud groan drowns you out almost entirely, and he doesn’t seem to notice what he’s done.

You notice. Your unstretched ass feels like it’s on fire, and after your first sound of shock you can’t get enough breath in to try and say it hurts. 

Johnny can’t thrust the whole way in, like he had in your pussy. Your body gives him too much resistance, which is what finally makes him realize.

You’re nearly blinded by the tears filling your eyes when he finally blinks open, staring down at you.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest. “Did I-? Am I in your-?”

“Pull out,” you gasp, tapping at his back desperately. “Oh my god, Johnny, pull out, I can’t- fuck, you’re too big.”

That’s the wrong thing to say - instead of pulling out, he groans, dropping his forehead to yours and letting his eyes fall shut again. You let out a long, high whine when his hips push forward, slowly spearing you further and further on his cock.

You’re made mute by the pain, left only with your nails as defense as you try and tear his back to shreds. You should know better, though - Johnny’s a masochist, and pain you inflict only drives him more insane.

“God, you’re fuckin’ stranglin’ me,” he pants, pulling out just enough to force himself a few inches deeper. “Thought your cunt was tight, but it’s nothin’ compared to this.”

“Johnny- please.”

“So fucking warm.” He looks nearly delirious above you, pupils blown so wide you can barely see his iris even as close as you are. “Tight.”

“Johnny,” you whine, even as the slide becomes a little bit easier from all the slick dripping from your cunt. “Hurts, please, you gotta… gotta stop.”

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between soothing and a snarl, a low sound that makes you instinctually arch further towards him and then yelp when that gives him more leverage.

“You’re fine,” he comforts - well, the words should be a comfort but his tone is almost dismissive. “You’re wet, I can feel it.”

“Not enough,” you cry, half choking on a sob when you feel him finally bottom out inside of you. “Ok, ok, please pull- pull out, Johnny.”

“But you feel so good,” he purrs, butting his nose against your temple. “Fuckin’ hot little ass, huh lass? You’re squeezin’ me so good, you sure you want me to pull out?”

���Yes!”

You feel the sharp smile pressed against your temple and hiccup a sob, shifting your legs so that instead of wrapping around him you’re trying to push him away. But he’s too strong for you to make him move, and he only shoves himself even further inside of you by leaning his weight forward.

“I think you’re lying,” he almost sings, grinding his hips deep inside of you. He shifts briefly, holding himself above you on one arm and sneaking the other between your bodies and down to your pussy.

You cry out when his fingers work quickly at your clit, tight fast circle that have you shaking and moaning. It’s almost enough to drown out the pain of having your back hole stretched so ruthlessly - almost.

“Here,” he says, dipping his hand down a little further to almost scoop the slick dripping from you, smearing it around your plugged hole like he’s trying to make up for the lack of lube in the first place. He pulls out about halfway, thrusting back in and moaning when you cry out. “Th-there, how’s that feel?”

“Still hurts,” you manage to get out through your sobs, eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

Johnny’s panting like a dog above you as he starts to fuck you again, his pace sharper and uncaring about your sensitivity. You can’t help but clench down, your inner muscles squeezing tight in an attempt to push him out that only drags him further in. 

You can’t do anything but lay there and take it - as he moans repeatedly into your ear - while he fucks you. The pain eases after a bit, your own wetness making the path at least slightly easier, but the sharp sting never fully dissipates. Your tears don’t dry up, and you’re nowhere close to the orgasm that had been building before.

Johnny’s your complete opposite - he’s lost in his own pleasure, and your desperate scratches down his back only make things better for him. If you’d thought he was euphoric before, he looks like he’s found Nirvana now. You’re not sure if he’s so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he can’t hear your pain, or if your pain is what’s driving him more and more insane with pleasure.

For your own sake, you pray it’s the first.

He doesn’t last long - thank God - and only a few minutes later his thrusts get choppier and choppier, jerking in and out of you without any rhythm at all.

“Gonna make me come, bonnie, fuck.”

You can only stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as Johnny buries his face in the crook of your neck and comes deep inside of your ass, the hot spurt of his come a distant sensation with the stretch of his cock still at the front of your mind.

“Alright, alright, pull… pull out now, Johnny, please,” you beg again, too shell-shocked to even flinch at the embarrassing crack in your voice.

He obeys wordlessly, pulling his limp cock out slowly enough to make you whine when he finally leaves you empty.

“Hush, hush,” he quiets you, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone and brushing over your spread hole with his fingers. You jolt and whine, turning to press your face into his sweat-soaked mohawk. “You’re alright, didn’t even tear.”

“You-you sure?” You sniffle.

He chuckles a little, the sound vibrating through your chests. “Yeah, you’re alright, lass. Didn’t think I would really hurt you, did’ya?”

You can only whine.

His fingers dip inside your back hole just long enough to drag out some of his come, moving up to shove it inside of your pussy.

“There ya go,” he soothes, repeating the process again and again. “Still got a nice load in your guts, you're alright." His fingers lift to your clit, rubbing in perfect circles to make you arch and gasp, squirming for more pleasure despite the growing ache in your other hole.

He brings you to a slow orgasm, one that has the last of your tears dripping down your cheeks and clinging to his shoulders like a life raft. Your breaths are uneven, heartbeat quick in your chest, and you feel fuzzy around the edges.

Unlike usual, Johnny stops at one orgasm. You almost expect him to keep going like he always does, never satisfied with less than three for you and two for him, but he pulls his hand away after your first pained whines start again.

He doesn’t get off of you, letting his weight push you deeper and deeper into the couch cushions. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you and breathing in his musk. It takes a while to get your breathing even again, though Johnny’s levels out in moments.

You only let your eyes close once his snores start up, loud in your ear. The rumbling of his chest is a comfort, and you float into sleep with Johnny’s sweaty body pressed firmly against every part of yours, and the ache in your ass only growing more noticeable with every breath.

[elderwisp]

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[ door creaks ]

Kai: Taryn? You’re home early- Oh god, what happened? Are you alright? Did someone hurt you?

Taryn: N-No, I think I need a second. I’m sorry.

Kai: Okay. Let me run you a bath?

Taryn: Yeah, yeah that’s fine.

Taryn: [ mumbles ] Hey…

Kai: How are you feeling?

Taryn: Hungover and dead inside.

Kai: Ven. | Come.

Taryn: This is so stupid. I shouldn’t care this much, right?

Kai: Depends on who this is about. The stranger that left you in this state or Atlas? 

Taryn: Both.

Kai: Well, if spending the night with a guy leaves you like this, maybe they aren’t the right person.

Taryn: He was kind. Gentle, even. A perfect first. The issue is me. I thought I was supposed to feel some type of way but I felt empty afterwards. Maybe I’m not built for one off things right now and that’s embarrassing to admit.

Kai: Hey, that’s completely alright. Everyone’s got different ways of going about things and you’ve been through a lot. As for Atlas.

Taryn: I, uh, I don’t want to be bitter, Kai. 

Kai: Understandable.

Taryn: But it’s really fucking hard. I wish I hadn’t opened up, it backfires, it always does.

Kai: So you were vulnerable for a moment and it didn’t work out. Doesn’t mean you can’t try again. Taryn, you can’t let this be the reason why you shut people out.

Taryn: I know, I know, I just… Feel like every aspect of my life is an opening for rejection and he was the final blow. I shouldn’t blame him.

Kai: But it’s easy. Like you said, the final blow.

Taryn: Do you miss him?

Kai: Y-Yeah. I think I miss my friend most of all. Before everything got so messy. 

Taryn: Isn’t it strange how things change all of a sudden? 

Kai: Like I picked the wrong choice in a game and all the companions die.

Taryn: That’s so brutal!

Kai: A bit. There are a lot of things I need to make right with people. I don’t want my life to work like some sort of confessional. The constant need for repentance, you know? I guess I need to find the courage to actually reach out. 

Taryn: You could… Always restart.

Kai: I will if you do.

Taryn: Maybe I’ll nut up someday.

Kai: PFFT- What?!

Taryn: Some kid told me that the other day.

Kai: Holy shit! 

Taryn: I mean… There’s some truth in that. Hey, you think you can help me with something?

Kai: Sure! 

Taryn: You still good with scissors?

Kai: Yeah, why?

Taryn: I feel like it’s time for a change.

Kai: Oh? This should be fun.

[tarotwithavi]

You from the eyes of your future lover / future spouse.

How would your future spouse describe you? How would they see you?

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Piles : 1~2~3

For my females audience so I'll be using she/her pronounce in this post.

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Pile 1

She's the reason for my happiness. She is perfect in every sense. She fills my heart with so much emotions that it scares me sometimes. I can't imagine ever hurting her. I love her so much that it hurts sometimes. God if there's an afterlife please keep us together forever. I beg you. She's just so perfect and spontaneous. There's nothing she can't do. She makes the impossible become possible. She's magical. Well sometimes she's energetic and joyful and other times her mind seems to be all over the place. I love it she gets annoyed haha. She's a just to cute . I love how talented she is. She is intelligent but she's stupid. She's stupid because she doesn't see her beauty and her perfection. I never thought I would feel these emotions. She makes me feels mushy. Just the thought of her bring smile to my face. She's the light of my life. Without her my life would be in darkness. I wanna paint my world the the color of her skin. I wanna tattoo her smile on my body. Her voice is the only thing I wanna hear. Her laughter is my favorite melody. I would cherish it forever. God I love her so much it's driving me crazy.

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Pile 2

Who's she? Well she's my destiny. She is my begining and she is my end. She makes me feel like a child again. She's my other better half. These gushy-mushy feelings are all because of her. She is the reason I became a better person. She is the person I have been waiting for the my whole life. There's nothing more I want than to have a family with her. Just me, her and our pets. I imagine living with her and dying with her. I even want to be next to her in the casket. I love her to death. God knows I have never cared about the future but with her , I just feel as if I need to plan everything. I'm willing to go wherever she takes me to even if it's my death. With her I never feel scared or anxious. She brings me peace. I feel as if I can finally breathe after being suffocated my whole life. She's my morning coffee . she's my late night snack. she's like a cold breeze on a hot summer day. She's my sun, she's my moon and she's my star. She's everything. I wish she could see herself from my eyes, to see just how beautiful and mesmerizing she is. I want to express how much she means to me but I don't think I have right words for it. I want to make her my queen.

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Pile 3

She's crazy but she's mine. She's childish, she's goofy, she's a like a small kitten. Sometimes I just want to pull her cheeks so hard but I know she'll bite me. Oh how much I love her but she's stupid. She's not stupid stupid but she's hilariously stupid. She makes me laugh till I have tears in my eyes. She's like my personal comedian. She's my life long best friend. I am sure we'll never get old together. We will forever be high school sweethearts. She makes me feel alive. She makes my world light up. I love it when she argues with me. I love it when she gets annoyed with my pranks. Her face is so expressive that I can't help but laugh at her expressions. Oh how she's always in her own little world, how she's zones out when she wakes up. How she's ties her hair in a messy bun. How she runs like a child around the house. How she thinks she lives in her own fantasy world. How she unknowingly pouts while eating. How her eyebrows go up when she's surprised. I love her crazy ideas. She's a mystery that i wanna solve. I want to know where she goes when she zones out. I want her to take me with her where she goes , in her world. Where it's just us and no one else.

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[bitchiswild]

Valentine Disaster

Karina x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None

A/n: Valentines fluff🤭 (This was meh, but imma just post it)

Karina had meticulously planned every detail of this date from the moment she nervously asked you to be her Valentine. Initially, she had hesitated, thinking it might seem outdated or even cheesy, but to her delight, you embraced the idea with genuine enthusiasm. Your love for cheesy gestures made Karina's heart swell with joy, reassuring her that she had made the right choice in asking you.

As the day approached, Karina couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. She had secured the perfect spot, adorned it with vibrant flowers, and even baked a delightful cake, all in an effort to create a magical experience for you. Yet, little did she realize that in your eyes, everything she did was already perfect (She was perfect).

You, with your affectionate nature, agreed to be her Valentine under the sweet condition that she would be yours in return. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of this, it made her feel giddy.

Now, as Valentines Day unfolded, Karina found herself surrounded by the tangible results of her careful planning, with the spot chosen, flowers in full bloom, and a delightful array of food and cake awaiting your arrival. All she needed was you.

Karina eagerly anticipated the moment when she could whisk you away on the enchanting picnic she had prepared. In her eyes, the setting was just a backdrop to the real magic – the shared laughter, stolen glances, and the warmth of your presence. Little did she realize that, to you, every detail of this date was not just perfect; it was an expression of the love, care, and effort she had put into making this day special for the both of you.

When you arrived, Karina couldn't help but be blown away by your beauty – the simplicity, the confidence in the way you carried yourself – everything about you left her in awe. Your presence made her heart race; she was undeniably smitten.

"Y-Y/n! You made it!" Karina stammered, attempting to get up but stumbling in the process. Concerned, you rushed over to help her. "Oh my god, Jimin, are you okay?" you asked, checking if she was hurt. Blushing, Karina assured you, "I-I'm okay, thank you. A-And, by the way, you look amazing."

Blushing in return, you murmured a thank you and then noticed the setup she had prepared. "Jimin-ah, you did all this for me? You didn't have to," you said shyly. Karina, regaining her confidence, declared, "I'm your valentine; I'm supposed to do this," leaving no room for argument. "Here, sit here," she continued, gesturing to the blanket.

As you both sat down, Karina handed you a bouquet of flowers. "Here, I got you your favorites," she said shyly. You beamed a smile, taking the flowers into your hand. "I love them so much, thank you, Jimin."

You also reached into the bag you had brought and took out another bouquet, handing it to Karina. She immediately melted at the gesture. "I love them, they're so beautiful, Y/n," she said adoringly. With a teasing smile, you replied, "Not as beautiful as you," causing Karina to blush even more.

As you and Karina continued to chat and share the chocolates and snacks she brought, a sudden, loud "WATCH OUT" echoed through the air. Both of you instinctively turned your heads toward the source of the commotion, only to be caught off guard as a football landed directly on the cake Karina had meticulously prepared. The impact caused the cake to splatter in all directions, turning your romantic setup into a messy, frosting-covered scene.

Shock and disappointment painted both of your faces as a young boy rushed over, offering a flurry of apologies for the unintentional cake catastrophe. Karina, shaking her head, gave the football to the apologetic boy and looked at you with a mix of surprise and regret. Meanwhile, you tried to wipe off as much cake as possible, sharing a glance with Karina that conveyed a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Despite the unexpected turn of events, a burst of laughter bubbled up from within you at the sight of Karina covered in cake. Your laughter was contagious, and soon, Karina couldn't help but join in. As you both helped each other wipe away the cake, Karina apologized, "I'm sorry, this Valentine's date didn't go as planned."

You looked at Karina with genuine affection, gently wiping the cream from her face. "It was one of the best dates I've been on, Jimin. Yes, it may have ended like this, but I got to spend time with you, and that's all I need," you reassured her, a warmth in your eyes.

Karina sighed deeply, touched by your sincerity. Her hand instinctively moved to wipe the cream from under your eyebrows. "Will you be my Valentine forever?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and hope.

Your gaze softened at her question, teasing her playfully, "Is this you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Maybe," Karina teased back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Both of you shared a light-hearted laugh, the tension from the cake mishap easing away. You held her gaze, pulling her closer by her neck. "Yes, I'll be your Valentine forever," you replied, sealing the promise with a sweet and lingering kiss.

Karina's hands found their place on your waist, holding onto you as the kiss deepened. Breaking the intimate moment, she suggested with a smile, "Let's go get cleaned up." Gathering everything, she led you back to her place, turning an unexpectedly messy Valentine's date into a charming and memorable adventure, filled with laughter.

Back at Karina's place, you both found yourselves in fits of laughter as you attempted to clean up the remnants of the cake fiasco. As you both settled down, cleaned up, and changed into more comfortable clothes, Karina suggested continuing the evening with a cozy movie night. You agreed, and together you picked a favorite romantic comedy, snuggling under a blanket on the couch.

The movie played in the background, but your attention shifted to each other. In the warm glow of the room, Karina couldn't help but express her gratitude, "Thanks for not getting mad about the cake. I really wanted everything to be perfect."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "Karina, it may not have gone as planned, but this would be a great memory. I wouldn't change a thing."

She looked at you with genuine affection, "You're amazing, you know that?"

The night continued with shared laughter, tender moments, and the simple joy of being together. As the movie credits rolled, you found yourselves lost in each other's eyes. Karina, feeling a surge of emotion, took your hand in hers and said, "I know this might not have been the Valentine's Day we expected, but I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm so glad you're mine."

You squeezed her hand, your heart full, "And I'm glad you're mine too, Jimin."

[dixonsdarkelf]

Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer SFW Alphabet

Finally finished the SFW alphabet for our favorite little stoner angel! Thank you to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading my stuff, as always, and for coming up with a couple of the points 🖤

Also, these are MY OPINION. If you don't agree with something, that's fine, but please play nice.

SFW alphabet template by @the-coldest-goodbye, dividers by @anitalenia, GIF made by me

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very affectionate! He would show affection in a variety of ways, one of the big ones being physical touch. Not necessarily just sexual touching, but innocent ones too, like holding hands, brushing hair out of your eyes, touching your arm or shoulder as he walks past you, or his hand lingering on your back in a crowded room. Any excuse to put his hands on you in any capacity, he’s doing it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Scud would be an amazing best friend. He’s super chill and laid back, so he’d be the perfect bestie to wind down with after a long day at work or a rough week. Light up a joint, order takeout, and play some video games or watch cartoons. He’s also a great listener, so if you needed a void to scream into or a shoulder to cry on, he’s there. If you needed advice, he’d offer it. Otherwise, he’d just sit there and listen.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

OH YES. This angel is a cuddle fiend. Any chance he gets, he’s clinging to you. He would prefer to be the big spoon, wrapping his arms and legs around you and nuzzling his head into your neck, burying it in your hair. If he accidentally tickled you while pulling you close to him and it elicited a reaction from you, he may go in on tickling you until you laughed so hard you cried. Sometimes, he prefers to be the little spoon or cuddle on top of you with his head in your chest. He’s at his happiest when he’s tangled up with you under the covers in bed or a blanket on the couch, basking in each other’s presence, regardless of what cuddling position you two had chosen. As long as he’s cuddling you though, he’s happy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When he finds the one, he would definitely want to settle down. He’d be so excited to put a ring on it that he’d hardly be able to contain himself. He’s a fairly good cook, though he doesn’t like doing it unless he absolutely has to. Once you two get together, though, he’d want to get better at it so he could cook for you more. Cleaning is a different story. He’s messy, but it’s an organized mess. It looks like chaos to you, but he knows where everything is in the chaos. He would try to be better about it for you, though, especially when you start living together.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oh god, this one is painful to think about (and it would be painful for him to think about too). If he needed to end a relationship for any reason, it would crush him. He falls head over heels for whoever he ends up in a relationship with and would end one if it was absolutely necessary (like in the case of infidelity or his partner becoming toxic). Even if he had to, it would still hurt. I can see him getting high even more frequently to cope (this one is painful).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Our favorite little stoner is big on commitment. When you two decide to become exclusive, he would be over the moon that you chose him to be with (which of course you did because look at him). He knows you’re incredible & wants to show you off to the world, but he doesn’t want to share you, if that makes sense. He would know very early on that you were the one, though he wouldn’t express that right away out of fear of potentially scaring you off (for thinking he’d be moving too fast), and when you got engaged, it would be one of the happiest days of his life.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s extremely gentle. Baby boy is a lover, and particularly with his partner, he’s gentle and tender in every capacity. He doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body, and that’s just how you like him. He loves being soft and tender with you, and it makes him feel good to know how much you also love it. You deserve a soft, easy life, and he’s gonna do his best to help make that a reality. Some might say that means he’s “whipped,” but he doesn’t care. As long as you’re happy, he’ll happily be called “whipped” any day.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hell yeah, he’s a hugger. He’s very physically affectionate, and that includes hugs. He’d give you hugs every chance he got, everything from the second you walked in the door after getting home or hugging you from behind while you’re cooking or brushing your teeth. He’s not just a hugger with his partner, but with his friends (and yours) as well. He’s not at all put off by being platonically physically affectionate with his male friends (he thinks the whole notion of men not hugging each other is silly). His hugs are warm, tight, and comforting, and being wrapped in his arms is one of the safest places you could be.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

When he’s into someone, he falls very hard, very fast. Not necessarily falling in love, but falling in…infatuation? He hasn’t actually been in love that many times, only once prior to meeting you (a high school relationship), so he gets nervous about possibly saying it too quickly. He’d say it once you’ve been together for a few months and is sure it wouldn’t scare you off, but he’d still be nervous. He’d be bursting at the seams to say it by the time it finally came out of his mouth.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not the jealous type. He’s confident in himself & very secure in your relationship. He’d only ever get jealous for a very good reason and isn’t the type to fly off the handle at little things. If, for any reason, he did get a bit jealous, he would tell you and want to have a conversation about it. You don’t do anything that would make him jealous, though. He’s all you’ve got eyes for, and he knows that.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This angel’s kisses are much like him—soft, gentle, and a little goofy. Sometimes, his kisses would turn into playful biting (gentle biting of course bc he’s a gentle bean). He loves to kiss you everywhere, but particularly your lips, neck (the crook of your neck because it’s nice and warm), and any part of your body that you’re insecure about. Regardless of whether it’s your chest, arms, stomach, anything, he’ll show it extra affection. Aside from on the mouth, he likes to be kissed on the forehead and on his scars.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves kids! He’s a kid at heart, so he gets along amazingly with them and relates to them a lot. If you two had a child/children, he’d be a top-tier dad. He’d wanna spend all of his time with his little one(s) (and you, of course) and do everything he possibly could for them. You’d insist on taking over at times, wanting to give him a break, but he’d be so over the moon to be with his kid(s) that you’d have to force him to take a break for his own sake.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When you’re both home, mornings are slow and cozy. He’d keep you in bed for as long as possible, wrapped up around you or with you laying with your head on his chest (as we have established, he’s a cuddle fiend). When you two finally climb out of bed, he’d insist on making breakfast, whether that was something quick because you stayed in bed for too long or something that required more effort because he wanted to treat you. Sometimes, you would push to do it, as you’d want to take care of him too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him as just as cozy as the mornings, if not more so. You two would often shower together, but it wouldn’t necessarily be a sexual thing. It would often be for the other intimate moments that come with showering together, like washing each other’s hair. When you were back in bed and cuddled up under the covers, you’d talk about your days, and sometimes he would light up a joint. You would fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Scud’s very open and has no trouble expressing himself to anyone, even strangers. He has no shame & is an open book when it comes to just about anything. He couldn’t give less of a fuck about what anyone thinks of him. He’d start revealing things about himself pretty early on and would continue to do so based on how you reacted to his other statements. If he waits to reveal anything, it would be about how he got his scars & the fact that he’s a familiar. He’s not insecure about his scars by any means, but it’s one of his most personal stories, and even if you see them sooner, he’d probably save the story of how he got them for once you’ve been together for a little bit. He’d eventually open up about being a familiar once you’d been together for a while & you knew about Blade & his work.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Our angel baby is very patient on all fronts, and he’s not very easily angered. He gets frustrated, but not angry, if that makes sense. There aren’t many things that would make him angry, but an example would be someone threatening harm to one of you. He may get a little snippy after having a really bad day at the workshop, but he would quickly catch himself and apologize if he ever caught an attitude with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He tries to remember nearly everything you tell him. It’s important to him to remember as much as he can about you, so he does his best. He even tries to remember tiny details that you might consider insignificant, like which socks you prefer to wear when it’s extra cold outside or the exact brand of pads or tampons you buy (even though you couldn’t care less and just buy whatever is the most affordable).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time the two of you say “I love you.” Whether it was during a planned romantic date, in the heat of the moment during an intimate escapade, or on a random Tuesday when you’re doing something mundane, it would be his favorite memory. He’d often think back to it when you’re sharing a romantic moment or even just lounging on the couch together with your head in his lap as he pets your hair & his eyes would get all glossed over with love.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective of the people he cares about, and that of course includes you. However, he’s not controlling, like he doesn’t tell you what you can and can’t wear/do/hang out with, nor would he ever try because you’re your own person & he loves you the way you are. He would protect you by keeping his status as a familiar a secret. As stated earlier, he would do it until it was either necessary for you to find out or once you had been together for a while & you were acquainted with Blade & his work. He would want to be protected by you keeping his status as a familiar a secret.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort into the smallest of things because, to him, it’s the little details that make the special moments even more special. If you had an obscure favorite flower (or other plant) or a niche hobby or treat you enjoyed, he’d go through hell and high water to get his hands on it because he knows how much it would make you smile, and he’d do anything to see that smile. He’d be counting down the days to your anniversary each year, barely able to contain himself with what he has planned for you two.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Angel’s a nail-biter, for sure. Sometimes it’s an anxious habit, sometimes it’s done out of boredom. You’ll often catch him biting them absentmindedly, and when you do, you take his hand and kiss the back of his fingers. That pulls him from whatever anxious or bored trance he was stuck in, and he’d smile softly and kiss your hand in return as a silent thank you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s confident, but he’s not vain. He’s only concerned with his looks as it pertains to what you think (he couldn’t give less of a fuck what anyone else thinks). If you say you like his hair a certain way or when he wears a certain shirt or accessory (cough the bandana cough), he’ll make an effort to wear it more often, especially when he knows he’s going to see you. He’d also do things like paint his nails because he thinks it looks cool, gender norms be damned. He doesn’t care.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Once he had you, he wouldn’t feel complete without you. You’re his other half, his better half, as he would say. He wants to do life and all of its ups and downs with you, and he can’t imagine doing it without you, nor does he want to. He wants to be by your side through every accomplishment & proud moment as well as every bout of depression & grief, and he wants you by his side for the same.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I have two for this one. First, he never takes his choker off, even to shower or sleep. He wears it all the time, and if/when it breaks, he’ll do his best to fix it or find a new one if it’s beyond repair. Second, he has ADHD. He’s very fidgety, always tapping his foot, bouncing his leg, or playing with his hands/fingers any time he’s not doing something. He can ramble, and he hyperfixates on different things, one of the big ones being his inventions.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like fake people. He’s genuine & authentic to his core, and he expects you to be the same. He needs someone who isn’t afraid to be who they truly are, regardless of what that looks like. He also can’t stand liars. He’s honest, always, and that’s a quality his partner needs to have as well. He also hates people who are just mean for no reason. Being human is hard, so he puts forth his best effort to be kind to everyone he encounters.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

When lover boy’s in a relationship, he has trouble sleeping alone. He wants to be wrapped around his partner like a koala, nuzzling his face into your hair and holding you so close and tight that you don’t have room to roll around. Not that you would want to roll away from him, anyway. He also snores, but it’s really soft and cute, sometimes blowing strands of your hair against your neck while you sleep. It tickles every so slightly, but it doesn’t bother you.

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

I’m Having Your Baby.

masterlist | ask me anything <3

word count - 1.2k

in which, (y/n) and harry have been dating since the two of them were 16, and ever since then, they’re relationship has flourished into one full of love and fondness, however they’re relationship grows when it’s revealed of the precious cargo she’s carrying.

(Y/N) was only twenty one.

She was twenty one, and pregnant, and somehow had to find a way to tell her boyfriend that she was with child.

Her boyfriend was twenty one as well, although he was currently touring the world as part of the biggest boy band in the world.

Would he even have time to take care of a baby?

She had found out that she was pregnant just over a week ago, and simply hadn’t had the chance yet to tell him, the timing just never felt right.

The moment had to be perfect.

The symptoms had risen in her one morning.

She was fast asleep in the arms of the boy she loved, hair sprawled over her pillow, her hair slightly damp from the shower she had before bed that night.

Her throat clenched and that was all it took for her to push the tattooed arm off from around her waist and for her to bolt into their en-suite bathroom.

She didn’t even have time to turn on the bathroom lights before she was throwing up into the white ceramic toilet bowl.

Her heaves were loud enough to alert her boyfriend who was in the bedroom, he woke up disoriented and squinted his eyes upon seeing the bathroom door swung open.

He walked over there, and crouched down next to his girlfriend, pushing her hair out of her face and rubbing a soothing circle on the bottom of her back.

“It’s alright, m’love,”he mused, whispering his words. “— get it all out.”

Another reason that she found out that she was pregnant was the tenderness of her breasts.

She had found that out during sex.

Harry’s hands played with her sensitive nipple as he drove in and out of her at a slow pace, dragging out this thrusts in a torturous manner.

When he squeezed the skin of the breast a little bit too tight, she yelped in pain and pushed his hands away, making him turn his head to the side in confusion.

“What’s the matter, m’love?”he asked, eyes wide upon thinking that he had hurt her.

She pushed his hands away and sat up, rubbing at the skin there in hopes to get it less sore. “— I’m sorry, H. I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, they’ve just been really sore, I think I may be getting my period soon.”

Although that was further from the truth.

(Y/N)’s period never came and when it was officially four days late, that was when she persuaded herself to go and grab a pregnancy test.

They were all positive.

“Oh my god,”her eyes leaked as she stared down at the white stick in her hands. “— oh my god, oh my god.”

Pregnant.

She was pregnant.

And they were both twenty one.

She had been scrolling on instagram at different ways to tell their partner that they were expecting, many ideas weren’t tickling her fancy, so she came up with a way to tell him herself.

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“M’love?”

Harry opened up the bedroom door when he didn’t hear the sound of his sweet girl downstairs, he didn’t hear her in the living room, nor did he hear her in the kitchen, and he didn’t hear the shower running.

So that only meant one thing, she was in the bedroom.

When he opened up the bedroom door, you were sitting on the bay window, hair in a messy ponytail and minimal makeup on.

“Everything alright?Harry mused as he walked over to where she was sitting and sat down in front of her, his size ten feet tucking her petit ones.

“I think so,”She nodded her head, bringing her gaze from outside the window that overlooked their garden so she was looking at him. “Yeah, I think so.”

Harry linked her pinky with hers, a sign of affection he often liked to do and raised an eyebrow at her. “— you think so?”

She pulled a folded piece of paper out from under the blankets and held it out for him. “I wrote you a letter today.”

“You wrote me a letter?”Harry quizzed, reaching for the piece of paper as a million and one thought ran through his head. “What for?”

Was she breaking up with him?

“Open it and you’ll find out.”

Harry winked at her tone of voice. “— sassy, I like it.”

(Y/N) playfully nudged his foot at his words before her eyes fell down to watchin Harry opening up the latter that he was holding.

She held her breath as he started reading aloud.

‘There once was a girl,

And that girl met a boy,

They found living as two,

Was a life full of joy,

These two happy lovebirds,

This couple, this pair,

We’re snug in there nest,

But they thought it quite bare,

So one night they cuddled up closer,

Made some room in there tree,

And when they’re not overflowed,

A family of two became a family of three.’

Once he had finished reading, he looked up at her.

His hands were shaking, eyes watery and bottom lip shaking as he stared into the eyes of his lover that he had fallen in love with the first time they ever met.

“Your…”his voice wobbled. “— your preg..pregnant?”

All (Y/N) could do was nod her head as a confirmation to his query.

A sob left his lips as he reached his hands forward to bring her in for a bone crushing hug, the letter had been discarded somewhere on the bay window.

He was sobbing into her hair as she ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. “— you're not mad, are you?”

“Mad?”Harry pulled his face away from her neck that was now damp with his salt water, eyes wide. “— how could I ever be mad? I know we’re young but this is a baby, we’ve always dreamed of having a baby.”

That was true.

On their first anniversary as a couple the two of them had spoken about having a family together one day, it looked like that day had come a lot sooner than they both expected.

“I know we’re young,”Harry started, rubbing his hand across his lover's cheek. “— but that doesn’t mean that this isn’t right, it wouldn’t have happened if it was meant to be.”

Tears were falling freely from both of their eyes. “You really mean that?”

“I one hundred percent mean that, I can’t wait to be a daddy,”Harry mused, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. “— you're having my baby, m’love.”

(Y/N) let out a sob just like he had done moments prior, the feeling of his hands resting against her stomach making all of this feel a lot more real. “— I’m having your baby.”

“Hey bubba,”Harry spoke in a hushed whisper as he leaned down to be eye level with his girlfriend's flat stomach. “— I’m your daddy, and I’m going to be your best friend, I’m going to love you, I’m going to protect you and I’m going to cherish every second that we have together for the rest of my life, I love you already.”

God, (Y/N) had picked a good one.

[betsj]

New Year’s Day

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･warnings: katsuki is going to be OOC (out of character) also female model POV

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･summary: Katsuki and you are a normal couple. He’s a pro hero and you’re a beautiful girlfriend. Though, you are a tad bit expensive… you’re only given the best. Katsuki plans to give you the best.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･this is for New Years!

Every morning was a dream.

You could feel the soft, silk of your pajamas on your skin, your skin was soft, a big bed and a bonus? Waking up to the number one pro hero, Katsuki Bakugou.

God was he a dream to wake up to. A calm, sleeping face, long eyelashes, messy blonde hair, and soft skin (his quirk was a blessing).

After looking at him for a while longer, he slowly opened his eyes. Once those red eyes met you, a smile tugged at his lips, mumbling “Mornin.” God, you could relive this moment over and over again. Katsuki was a dream to you, inspiration and hopefully will be the father for your kids.

"Be careful." Locking the door and turning around to see your boyfriend fixing his hero costume. He nodded, asking "How many photo shoots do you have today?" Following behind him as y'all walked down the steps to the garage. "I only have three," After getting into the car, you continued, "They're all over the place." He chuckled, starting the car, putting on the radio station you love most.

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"Perfect!" The director called out once again... it was always a drag when people, like this magazine company, want a million photos but only chose two by the end. Your jaw began to hurt from keeping the same smile for two hours...

It was eleven at night!

Katsuki wasn't answering any of your messages or calls either... it worried you. Though, none of his coworkers contacted you to tell if anything happened, it was just the fact that he hasn't responded. Katsuki doesn't like to leave messages unread, mainly yours.

Your manager, Seiko, was walking beside you, asking a thousand questions per second. The only one you answer was, "So, what are you and Dynamite doing for New Years?"

"I'm not sure," Frowning as you checked your phone, only to be disappointed with nothing.

Seiko opened the car door for you, "Surprised he didn't pick you up today like he usually does." Talking about it wasn't going to make you feel better, so you change the subject, make her talk about other things.

ׂ╰┈➤

As the cab stopped, your eyes lit up... the lights are on!

Katsuki is home!

Almost jumping out your shoes, gathering your belongings and rushing out of the car. It was a hassle to find the key for door. Bursting into the house, throwing everything in your hands onto the floor. "Katsuki!" You called ou... walking through the house, calling him a couple more times but once you made it upstairs to see y'all bedroom door open, your voice slowly died out.

Poking your head in and...

“You made it home, I was uh... worried."

The room was decorated with red roses, a warm light and New Years decorations. Katsuki had a nice white-collar, shirt with dress pants... you peaked that he was holding something behind his back.

A soft smile began to form on your face. "Oh Katsuki, this is beautiful," Walking towards him, only to stop in front of him, “I was so worried!” Katsuki chuckled, “Sorry… had to plan things out.”

As tough as he can be, you can tell Katsuki was nervous, he was biting his bottom lip, something he never did!

"Are you okay?" Flattening out some of the bumps on his shirt, staring at him through your eyelashes. "I'm great, just..." Looking at the bed and back to you, "Nervous." Giggling, "I can tell... why?"

Katsuki gulped and said, "You know I love you and I think that I'd like..."

Your heart dropped.

But not in a bad way... feeling your eyes start to water as he got down on one knee, pulling out a tiny, black box. Gasping, covering your mouth once he opened it... a beautiful diamond, something everybody will always ask about!

"If you’d marry me and you only like the best of the best...” Hinting at the ring, “I don't think I could've found anybody else who would make me the most, happiest man."

Unsurprisingly, you began to cry. Nodding as you held your hand out, feeling his soft hand shake as he held yours, trying to put the diamond ring on. Falling down, bringing him into a hug, mumbling a million 'yes's', smearing snot and lipstick on the white shirt. Katsuki pulled your head back, wiping those tears, grinning, saying "Say is that a yes?"

"Of course it is!"

Happy New Years!!

[fyeahaudiodrama]

Happy @podcastgirlsweek to all who celebrate! While I haven't had the time to properly work on fics (and probably won't this week because oops, hurt my hands yesterday) I still wanted to take the time to highlight some favorite podcast girlies along with everyone else!

The prompt for Monday is highlighting podcasts with women in the leading roles, so here's a few of mine (and hopefully, some new ones of yours if you don't know them yet):

Back Again, Back Again: Ilyaas, you absolutely fantastic disaster of a fantasy ace, never stop trying.

Breathing Space: While the show is anthology with a rotating cast, some of my favorites from across its run include:

Evie Yuriskin

Amity Archer

Any characters who were introduced one episode and then started referring to each other as "my wife" by the end or by their next appearance

Camlann: Some apocalypse survivors interpret dangerous dreams about dark magic to cope. Some knit sweaters. Both are valid and should kiss.

City of Ghosts: Featuring the grungy, disgruntled, tormented-by-visions LADY detective of your dreams.

Desperado: Take note - give your ladies knives. And god powers. And witchcraft. And a sniper rifle, for good measure.

Do You Copy?: I think [REDACTED] deserves three weeks of paid vacation

Fawx & Stallion: Madge Stallion is THE moment. She's six feet tall. She can't stop making innuendos. She's not your fucking Mrs. Hudson (although, she is - no, I shan't say).

Hi Nay: Mari & Laura are my everything - the loving and self-sacrificing hero and the newfound friend who chooses to stand by her side (fire axe and all).

Inn Between: Oh, my Inn Between girlies, where do I start? Fina and Betty, the OGs and life partners that even death couldn't stall? Rosie and Zara, the new best pals who chose to stay together? Phoebe, just one step at a time learning what she deserves and what she doesn't? All impeccable, A+.

It Makes A Sound: Any show focused on music is going to be a slam dunk for me, but Deirdre's quest to reclaim her memories as well as those that tied her to her mother is so damn real and compelling.

The Kingmaker Histories: No female character in this show has ever done anything wrong. Colette gets a migraine pass. Ariadne can turn people inside out. Daphne is owed this for working in a theme park.

Life With LEO(h): Janiiiiiine, so messy and smart and dedicated and she cares so much, I love yoooooou.

Me and AU: Kate's worries and desires and doubts are some of the realest out of any audio drama so when do I find an Ella too

Palimpsest: My faaaaavorite gothic horror anthology, each one fresh with a different brand of haunted, tormented, secret-keeping (and quite frequently gay) gothic protagonist

The Pasithea Powder: Jane and Sophie. Sophie and Jane. What more could you need? <3

The Silt Verses: Women who start cults/leave cults/seek an end to the endless cycle of meaningless sacrifice as so valid. For all your wet cat(fish) woman needs.

Second Star to the Left: Because I always love a good Ishani performance. Hi Gwen, please tell Boots I love them.

Small Victories: You want sad wet cat women? How about one that literally can't stop self-sabotaging (but at least manages to draw the line at sabotaging others...occasionally). She even gets stabbed!

Starfall: I mean, kind of a given, but anyway, Leona definitely exists because she's the kind of action protagonist woman I always wanted - one that could be unapologetically powerful, but still full of flaws and desires (especially ones that weren't about falling in love and minimizing her own strengths). She's even autistic!

Stories From Ylelmore: Keryth! Keryth, Keryth, Keryth! She reminds me so much of the kinds of characters I would make up when I was younger - I love her and her small magic so dearly.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: Hi queer space pirates <3

Unseen: Another anthology show, but Harry Winters and Never-Ending Circles remains one of the most perfect premiere episodes I've ever heard in audio drama.

The Way We Haunt Now: Get your podcast ladies here, dead or alive!

We Fix Space Junk: My favorite type of repairman is a woman who could kick my ass.

Wolf 359: I don't think I need say much more here - y'all know and love 'em just as much as I do.

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿 FIND THE REST OF MY FIC RECS HERE -> IN THE TAGS EVERY MONTH

♥️ honey, baby, love you, be home soon – @atinylittlepain ( oh dear god, this is going to be the sweetest, softest shit i stg, dad!steve harrington and the best oc to ever exist on the planet – i cannot wait • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, tbd )

♥️ girl boy masterlist +18 – @atinylittlepain ( masterlist for the above series ft. steve harrington and andy – a series of fics about a boy falling hard for a girl • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, smut )

♥️ i guess it’s never really over +18 – @loveshotzz ( a broken down car, a party at reefer rick’s, and a bandaid that needs to be ripped off • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, exes to lovers )

♥️ his hands +18 – @loveshotzz ( thinking about Steve flirting with you at a party by comparing hand sizes • steve harrington x reader )

♥️ orange juice +18 – @sattlersquarry ( yes, i’m rec’ing this one again because fhdjkalfhsjka it’s so fucking perfect – steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you. he struggles to move on...but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you • steve harrington x reader, TWs, hurt / comfort )

♥️ freaks come out at night masterlist +18 – @superblysubpar ( an AU with stories exploring the messy relationship your boyfriend, eddie munson, and you invite steve harrington to be a part of • boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington )

♥️ shit, i don’t think i hate you anymore – @lovebugism ( your new years kiss ends up being the loudmouth, metalhead, wild-haired boy you can’t stand • enemies to lovers, grumpy!reader, eddie munson x reader )

♥️ maybe this year +18 – @supernovafics ( in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group • bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader )

♥️ your first kiss – @bruisedboys ( celebration request for ‘was that your first kiss’ with steve harrington and god this is just jfkda;fhjksa • steve harrington x f!reader )

♥️ like it’s love series +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him • steve harrington x f!reader, soulmate au )

♥️ physical touch valentine’s event +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( love languages with steve and while the sex is good, it’s everything afterwards that makes you so soft for him • steve harrington x reader, fluff, smut )

♥️ that dark blue polo – @stevebabey ( finding steve so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it • steve harrington x shy!reader )

♥️ let’s go home – @xspeter ( the softest little blurb of all time omg, crying, just you asking stevie to go home after you survived the upside down • steve harrington x reader )

[candlelightkitty555]

would you all look at me different if i said i really wanted to get a shy person high and see how all their insecurities dribble away when i tell them how pretty and perfect and breathtakingly malleable they look? everything starts off with clear minds and sober words and intentional movements and then suddenly they start to feel everything just melt. suddenly the calm, messy waves crash over them and between the warmth blossoming in their limbs and the sweat slicked across the frame of their forehead, they can't bring themselves to care about anything other than the knot in their gut tying tighter and tighter. they'd be such a perfect bitch in heat, begging to be touched, i don't care how, i don't care if it hurts, i don't care that you're taking advantage of me in my sloppy, vulnerable state, god i want this i want this i need this i need this. the delicious morph from calculated and planned into messy and careless and oh god if only they could see themselves right now! i bet they'd be so delectably humiliated. so beautifully embarrassed over how easily a whining, pathetic whimper pours out from their mouth, how naturally their hips jerk at my touch, how hard they're thrown off because they're usually so protective over their image! they can't let anyone see those tender, carnal desires! but isn't that what's most thrilling about all of this? i knew the kind of filthy, needy slut they were. it was so painfully clear. i just needed a way to yank it out of them.