#Shane you are fucking amazing

[digital-dumbass]

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

(tags include puppet history season 7 finale spoilers)

[greenbergsays]

I've never watched Buzzfeed Unsolved before but I needed something low stakes to watch while I work and it popped up in the recommended tab on Prime so I put it on

and, like, the true crime version was good, but then I got to the supernatural version of the show and THAT one is the moneymaker folks

I have never giggled so much watching a ghost-hunting show in my life, 10000/10 definitely recommend

[udunie]

I had the full fucking Ghoul Boys™ experience at work today 🤣

[daddyjackfrost]

steven… you will pay for your mistakes.

[freckliedan]

“dan and phil should get a cat” they have a cat at home

[asmileforyourscrapbooks]

OMFG THIS COMMENT. GUISE. THAT LAST SENTENCE IS SO FUCKING RAW

edit: i see a lot of people arguing over the 'eat the rich' thing and i'd like to clear up my standing currently! i know they aren't the same kind of fancy multi-million corporation that our beloved phrase talks about, and the reason i agree to a point with this comment is that watcher is evidently trying to become that. they're doing some shitty things in regards do disregarding poorer fans, and are seemingly blatantly ignoring the economic crisis by saying 'everyone can afford that!', all in direct contrast to their entire branding of being leftist and openly supporting things like eat the rich.

"You said 'eat the rich' then handed us the forks, laid on the plate, and expected us to spare you?" at least from my understanding isn't flat-out saying watcher are now the rich we eat, but are well on the track to becoming so, and are quickly developing the same ego.

BUT!! don't like people directly hating on steven like that!! they're all grown men who can make their own decisions, and pretending like shane and ryan are out little baby beans and then calling steven evil and whatnot isn't okay. they can all be held equally accountable. though i do somewhat understand being the most disappointed in shane, as he's the one who speaks on shit like eating the rich the most, and is generally more outward with his ideals, so it's perfectly reasonable to feel betrayed more deeply. but bottom line is they're all equally accountable for this decision.

some shit we can't take back. i probably got pissed and said some weird/uncool shit initially because of the intense emotions i was dealing with, which other people amplified. i do regret some of the things i've said to a point when it comes to being hateful, but i can't just un-say it all, so i'm not even going to try. i'm going to leave everything be and allow it to serve as something to look back on for what not to do in future circumstances. while this new path for watcher is, in my opinion, not the smartest and generally really shitty, they're human beings who make mistakes, and they deserve our acknowledgement of that.

in short, i don't like it but i'll stop being a bitch about it because they don't deserve that. also sorry for the wall of (probably incoherent lmao) text i got passionate <3

edit 2: guys. im screaming. the apology was amazing imo and i genuinely think they really mean it, like it doesn't seem bullshitted. i think they realized they fucked up for reals and feel bad. im so happy for them, but also for us as fans. yay :D

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hello! How are you? Hope you're doing good. I was wondering if I could request a Poly!Pastics x reader where the reader is a HUGE people pleaser and R does everything for everyone and it got so bad to where R stayed awake for three weeks straight to have time to make everyone happy. The girls have enough and force force their girlfriend to sleep and not stress over other people?

Sorry if it's too much or top specific.

Whats One More?||

|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly!)

|| Warnings: swearing, super long, Reader's absolutely exhausted, Regina being Regina, comfort (i dont think there's too many, if i missed something lmk)

|| Summary: Reader keeps helping out everyone to the point where it begins to effect her sleep schedule. Ms. Norbury notices and brings it to the attention of the plastics, who comfort Reader and get Reader to sleep.

Requests open!

Started: April 20th

Finished: April 21st

~~~

To say you were a people pleaser would be an understatement. You weren't sure if there was a better word to describe it, maybe... doormat? You couldn't say no to save your life. It was a genuine problem that often spiralled beyond your control. Well, you could control it. If you just said no. But that was mean. You hated the thought of anyone hating you, so you worked overtime to make sure that never happened.

Today was no different.

"Hey, Y/N! Wait up!" Shane Omen yelled your name from across the hall as you stood at your locker, making you internally groan. You didn't like Shane but you never showed it. You forced out a smile as you looked at him.

"What's up, Shane?" You asked, keeping your tone your signature calm one. As opposed to the internal screaming that was going on in your head. Why couldn't he just leave you alone? You had been having an amazing day before he showed up.

"Mind doing my homework for me? I'm just so busy this week that I have no time for it. Oh, and my buddies too. I'll pay ya." He smirked at you, clearly trying to use whatever charm he could muster. This wasn't the first time it's happened. His friend had walked up next to him, holding a large stack of papers up to his chest which you could only assume was the entirety of Shane's friend groups overdo homework.

You held back a sigh.

"Yeah. When do you need it done by?" You asked. Reluctantly. You hated the thought of doing all that extra work, but then again you hated the thought of someone hating you more than you hated the idea of doing the homework. So you'd do it. On top of your own you already had to do, plus you had promised Karen you'd help her out with hers.

"This Friday." He replied, gesturing for his friend to give you the work. Which he did. He practically shoved it into you.

The sudden weight added to your binders almost made you stumble, this Friday? It was fucking Wednesday. That gave you two nights. Shit, you'd have to pull all nighters in order to get this done, your own work, AND help Karen. Maybe Karen should come first, since she was her girlfriend. Restart.

Karen, your own work, and Shane's shit. That's the order you gathered in your head. You could help Karen out tonight, get your own work done after and get it all done in one session so you could focus the rest of the day tomorrow on Shane's stuff. Yeah, that could work.

"Yeah... I got it. You don't have to pay." You smiled at him, he gave your shoulder a playful nudge. Sure, the money for your time would be nice. But you hated the thought of taking someone's money. Even if it was Shane Omen's.

"You're amazing, Y/N!" Shane and his buddy walked off, high fiving each other and clasping their hands together with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and readjusted the papers and your binder with your knee. Sighing at the sight of the stack you now held.

Finale bell went, showing the end of the day. Which you were grateful for.

You moved the papers and binders to one side so you could hold it with a single arm comfortably. Then opened your locker with your now free hand, holding your knee up to keep the papers from slipping. Grimacing slightly at your awkward option as you pulled your bag from your locker, stumbling back as the bag came out. Though your balance was caught by Gretchen, who gave you a soft smile and held you as you gathered your footing. Slinging the bag on your shoulder then holding the papers with both arms again.

"Thanks, baby." You smiled at your girlfriend, Karen quickly came up behind her and smiled at you.

"Y/N!" She gave you a quick hug, you kissed Karen's cheek since your hands were too full to hug her back.

Gretchen looked at all the stuff in your arms and raised an eyebrow," What's all that?"

"Shane's stuff. He needed some extra help." You explain briefly, not giving too many details. Gretchen narrowed her eyes at that. You were helping Shane? Shane Omen? Why?

She was going to ask more, when Karen suddenly frowned and interrupted.

"You're still helping me tonight, right?"

"No yeah, yeah of course! Come over to mine when Regina drops us off, okay?" You assure her, feeling a little bad for making her think you wouldn't be able to help her too. Even if it was an accident. As for Regina dropping you off, she pretty much always takes you to and from school along with Karen & Gretchen.

Karen smiles gratefully at you and pulls you in for a kiss, you happily kiss her back and Gretchen takes a photo of the two of you.

"That's so cute! It's going on our shared insta." Gretchen says with a little squeal, opening insta on her phone and going to the shared account you all have access to. She posts the photo with the caption: look at these cuties 🥺💕

You break the kiss and smile at Gretchen, your group text then goes off with a text from Regina.

|| Regina: where the hell are all of you?? I'll leave you here if you dont hurry your asses.

There's a pause before another text comes in.

|| Regina: YOU BETTER NOT BE MAKING OUT WITHOUT ME

You laughed when you read that one, Gretchen giggled too and you glanced at Karen with an innocent grin.

"She must've seen the photo." You say with a laugh, the girls nod their heads in agreement and the three of you head to Regina's jeep. You didn't want to keep her waiting longer than you already have.

At the jeep, Karen and Gretchen got in the back while you took your usual seat in the front next to Regina. Who was already looking at you expectantly.

"Just a sec," You tell her, attempting to stuff your binders and additional papers into your bag so they didn't blow away when Regina drove. Considering her jeep had no doors, something you found awfully inconvenient.

Regina groans and rolls her eyes," Ugh. Why do you have so much extra papers anyway?"

"Helping Shane." You reply, part of you had wanted to lie because you knew Regina wouldn't like the answer. But if she found out about the lie (and she always does) that would've made things way worse.

Regina looked offended," What? Seriously? Why the fuck?"

"He asked and I couldn't say no.." You admit in a mumble, making Regina narrow her eyes at you.

"You gotta work on that. Seriously, Y/N." Regina says, you finally get everything to fit in your bag before you looked at her with a frown.

"You know, Regina's right Y/N." Gretchen pipes up, leaning forward and resting her arm on Regina's back seat as she looks at you with a concerned gaze." You take on way too much from other people."

"But they'll get mad if I say no." You respond, turning your gaze to Gretchen for a moment.

"So? Fuck them, let them get mad." Regina shrugged and grabbed your chin, making you look at her before kissing you roughly. Your eyes widened at the suddenness of it but you melted into the kiss. She broke it off and wiped your bottom lip with her thumb, smirking at you," You owed me a kiss."

You blushed deeply and she laughed at your reaction, shaking her head and starting up her car.

"You're too easy. But fuck, Y/N. You gotta stop letting people walk all over you. You're not a fucking doormat." Regina's words may have been harsh, but they were the truth. You did need to stop letting people walk all over you.

~~~

But maybe not today. It was now Monday. You had managed to get everything done for Friday, much to your own sacrifice. You haven't slept a wink since Tuesday night before everything happened. And you were starting to feel it. Sure you could have slept on the weekend, but your girls dragged you around to house parties both Saturday night and Sunday night. You stayed sober to keep an eye on them and be the designated driver and you probably could have slept when you got them home, but you wanted to make sure nothing happened throughout the night. So you've been awake for almost a week straight. It was hell.

Today you had Chess Club, an extra curricular club you had chosen. You managed to get your girlfriends to agree to let you do it, Gretchen had put up a bit of an argument but when she saw how good you were at the game she let it slide.

You sat in your usual spot at the library, a chess board in front of you as played off against your best friend; Flow Scotts (short for Florence). You guys had met when you joined Chess Club, having been paired together day one. The two of you were a pretty even match and would face off against each other frequently, which built the friendship between the two of you.

You studied the board as you rubbed one of your eyes, plotting your next move while trying to stay awake. She already had you in check with her bishop, so you moved your own bishop to block hers. With the Queen defending the bishop it was a solid move, if she decided to take your piece blocking your King you could safely take hers with your Queen. sorry to the non-chess nerds who aren't going to really understand my rambles here.

Flow made a huff sound and you laughed, smiling at her when someone comes to sit next to your table. You didn't recognize him, so you assumed he must've been new to the Club as he watched your game with an interest only Chess Club members seemed to have in their eyes.

Flow blinks and looks up from the board, getting distracted from whatever strategy she had been forming in her head." Can we help you?"

"Oh! Hi! Um, Mr. Rapp told me I could come join you guys here. And like observe and maybe play winner. I'm James." He introduces himself, you and Flow glanced at each other and you shrugged.

"Alright. This is Flow, I'm-" He stops you with a smile.

"Y/N. I know, everyone knows. You're dating the plastics." James says, you sighed. You hated when people called them that. They were so much more than 'the plastics' behind closed doors.

"Right." You nodded your head.

"Also, I'm still sort of new to Chess and Mr. Rapp said that one of you could help me out with like extra chess lessons after school?" James continued on, you glanced at Flow.

"I have soccer practice after soccer today." Flow looks back at you. Flow didn't play soccer, she clearly just didn't want to tutor him.

"Yeah, okay. I'll do it. Meet here five minutes after the bell." You tell James, who gives you a grateful smile.

You had a test you had wanted to study for after school and a project you had wanted to use the school lab computers for, but now you were stuck tutoring James. You figured you could just pull another all nighter to get the work done. What's one more?

~~

Well, one more turned into many more. It's been a total of three weeks since you last had a decent, solid sleep and it was really affecting your grades. People just kept asking things of you and you couldn't tell them no. It was bad.

Ms. Norbury was the first to notice your grades dropping, as your grades in math were pretty solid. They weren't mathletes worthy but they weren't completely low either. You averaged a 75%, which had now dropped down to 68% with your lack of sleep and focus in class.

You were currently in math, which was your fourth period. Trying desperately to pay attention and not fall asleep. Though at one point you droop so low your head hits the table, startling you into a more upright position as people stared at you in confusion. Ms. Norbury narrowed her eyes, sleeping in class wasn't like you. She was sure something was wrong.

"Okay, everybody take 5." She says, people get up and head out while she walks over to you.

"Y/N? Everything alright?"

"Just tired." You tell her in a mumble, you weren't a mumbler.

"Honey, when was the last time you slept?" She asked, crouching down in front of your desk to get a better look at you. She frowned as she saw the dark circles and the very evident exhaustion.

You simply shrugged, to you her voice felt far and distant so you had to put all your remaining energy into hearing her. You couldn't remember the last time you had a good sleep. You knew it had been a while ago, though. All your days just felt as though they had blended together.

That concerned Ms. Norbury further, she debated if she should just send you home at this rate. After all it was just fourth period and she was sure you'd have people in other classes who could get the work you missed.

"Come on, Y/N. How about we call one of your parents and have them come get you?" She said softly, knowing a good sleep at home would be what you needed.

When you heard that you shook your head, you knew your parents wouldn't come get you. Even if you had been throwing up they'd tell you to tough it out.

"They wouldn't.." You say in a mumble, Ms. Norbury frowns at that and tries to think of a plan B. She knew the various cliques and which students hung out with who, so she knew you were close with the plastics. The question was which one would be come get you? Little did she know any one of them would do it in a heartbeat.

She sighed quietly to herself and stood up," Alright, just wait here." She tells you before heading to the class phone and giving someone a call. You weren't sure who.

About five minutes pass before Gretchen comes running into the room, when she saw you she paused and looked at Ms. Norbury. They seemed to have some silent conversation, no. Their mouths were moving. You just couldn't focus enough to hear what they were saying.

You slumped back in your seat and your eyes started to close, exhaustion catching up to you when you felt hands on your shoulders and looked to see Gretchen watching you with worry all over her face.

Gretchen had known that something was wrong. She knew it from the start, but every time she tried to talk about it with you you would just say 'tired' and nothing else so she gave up pressing you on it. She knew she should have tried harder to get the information out of you.

Even Regina had tried too at one point, she noticed when you weren't fully present in a conversation she was having with you. You just kept replying with 'mhm' 'uh huh' and so she tested it by saying 'I dont know what to wear to school tomorrow, think I should go topless?' you replied with a simple 'yepper' and that basically confirmed for her that you weren't listening. So, when she asked what was wrong after getting your attention, you just replied 'tired' to her too. She didn't think to press further.

"Y/N, are you listening?" Gretchen asked, a frown on her lips after she had snapped her fingers to get your attention. You blinked and looked at her.

"Huh?" You didn't realize she had been trying to talk with you.

"I'm taking you to Regina's, Ms. George will come get us." Ms. George was your backup. If one of you needed to go home for whatever reason or just wanted to skip and relax, she always said that she would come get you girls," I texted the groupchat and told them what was going on. They're on their way over, just hang tight. Okay?"

You nodded and not too long after all three were standing before you, Ms. Norbury was back at her desk. Letting you girls have your space.

"You look exhausted." Karen points out. Leave it to Karen to point out the obvious.

Regina narrows her eyes at her and sighs before looking back at you, resting her hand to your cheek and rubbing it gently with her thumb. You lean in a little closer to her touch," Why haven't you been sleeping?"

"Busy." You reply, unable to gather enough energy to say more. The three exchanged looks.

"Busy with what?" Regina replied, she knew you had your Chess Club, tutoring Karen, and your own work on top of that but she didn't think that was enough to get you this tired.

"Helping people." You explain, talking simply again. She groaned at that. That's what caused this?

"Baby, I thought I told you to say no?" Regina takes her hand off you, you feel the warmth leave and you almost slump forward on your desk. You'd been using her hand as support. Her hands rest on her hips as Gretchen catches you and keeps you up, giving your forehead a soft kiss.

"Mean." You respond.

"Excuse me?" Regina looked offended, thinking you had called her mean. You shook your head and desperately looked at Gretchen to translate.

Gretchen tensed, racking her brain to think of what you meant," Did you mean saying 'no' was mean?"

You nodded.

"That's not mean. You can always say no, that's what Gretchen says to me all the time." Karen pipes up, Gretchen gives her a soft look and nods in agreement.

"Y/N/N, you're allowed to have boundaries." Gretchen tells you," is it really worth it if it's doing this to you?"

You were going to respond but there was a knock at the door, you glanced at it and saw Flow there.

"Hey, Y/N. I would've texted but I was walking by here anyway, you coming to Chess tonight?" She asked.

Regina scoffed and folded her arms," Absolutely not. Fuck off."

"Regina, language!" Ms. Norbury narrowed her eyes at the blonde who rolled her own.

Flow tensed at Regina's harshness and looked at you. Gretchen scrambles a response.

"What Regina meant is that Y/N is just super tired, she's going home to rest tonight. Right, baby?" Gretchen looked at you. Expecting you to agree.

Regina looked at you with a look that was basically commanding you to tell Flow 'no'. You hated it.

"Resting tonight..." You grumbled, continuing to speak in simple terms.

Flow's gaze shifted to concern but she nodded her head," okay.. let me know how you're doing later, alright?" She left after that.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Regina kept her gaze on you.

"Awful." You shook your head, disagreeing with her which makes her scoff.

Soon enough, Ms. George comes and picks all three of you up. Bringing you to their place. You were brought to Regina's bed by your girlfriends, who all snuggled up with you in bed. Gretchen on your right, Karen on the left and Regina on top. You easily fell asleep once Regina started giving your neck soft, soothing kisses. Your girls stayed close to you.

You slept for a solid 24 hours and some.

[misserabella]

rich stress

shane mccutcheon x fem! reader

synoposis; after a contract gone wrong, your wife needs you to feel better.

cw; minors dni!! shane being pissed off, rough sex(?), fingering (r receiving), oral sex (shane receiving), hair pulling, praising, praise kink, hickeys, no use of y/n, scissoring, tit and nipple play, make out sessions, multiple orgasms, implied shower sex…

ugh so imagine just you and shane getting married, and with time, finding your dream house in LA. she had her pockets filled with money, being known as not only the most wanted female stylist, but the own CEO of her brand. now, with millions of salons under her name and stars hitting her up everyday, she couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes when this one ticked all the boxes. anything for her baby.

it had a beautiful front garden yard with fountains and a private yet outdoors pool that had your knees going wild at the thought of the possibility of seeing shane naked on it late at night. swimming. smiling at you in that goddamn way to get you to get out of your clothes and join her too.

it had also an open kitchen and isle, in which you’d spend your sunday nights cooking with shane for your little inside-dates. and the most amazing salon for when you’d invite the others over.

it was so modern yet homey… and private. you liked that. the clear pannels that led to the pool and exterior letting the views of the city light the nights.

shane knew it was a winner when your finally saw the main bedroom. you liked big beds. for obvious reasons. and the bathroom, decorated in marble floors, had this amazing bathroom whirlpool with sights to the skyscrapers. you liked the idea of taking a bath with her after a tiring and stressful long day, and helping her let go of all the stress she underwent once she was completely undressed.

bette obviously bought the two of you lots of art pieces to decorate it with. she had such a beautiful taste. she also bought you some unique pieces of furniture that had you drooling all over yourself since of course shane insisted on screwing them up all by herself. those arms and fingers working so easily yet so hard to make the house you’d bought together your home… anyways, you thanked bette a lot for that.

and when everything was finally accommodated, you knew this was your home.

“you like it baby?” shane had asked, lips on your neck. she was still wearing her suit, ringed hand heavy on your sides.

you sighed against her. “i love it.”

“good to know i make my girl happy.” she’d smiled.

“the happiest.”

-

today her demeanor was completely changed. alice had called you up to tell you that the contract she so hard had been working on for the last 2 months had gone to waste. and that she was mad. you’d gulped. a shiver running down your spine. you knew what a mad shane meant, and your legs were already quivering.

the entrance door banged closed, and you continued with your work in the kitchen, knowing she’d be quick to find you. in less than thirty seconds, there she was, heavy and tense on the door.

“shane, baby…” you tried but she was shutting you up too quickly. her lips were harsh on yours, and you whined when one of her hands came up your chest to grab at one of your tits.

“don’t wanna talk about it.” she lowly muttered against your lips, and you nodded before surrounding her neck with your arms, kissing her once again. you knew what she needed right now.

she pushed you against the wall, free hand pushing inside your panties, since all you were wearing was one of her shirts and your underwear. she groaned when she noticed how wet you already were. too wet to be exacts.

“you have been thinking about this, huh? what? did alice called you to let you know?” you nodded, whimpering when her fingers met your clit. “of course she did. and you knew what would happen once i’d get home. you knew i was gonna fuck you, don’t you baby?” you moaned, one of her slim large fingers now inside your cunt. you blushed at the squelch of your walls opening for her. she scoffed when you nodded. “words.”

“yeah…”

she pushed another finger inside, and your thighs shook. “i’m so fucking mad.” she groaned. “good thing i have my doll to make me feel better, don’t i?” you whimpered. she sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys while she rocked her body against you with each harsh thrust of her fingers. she pulled from one of your thighs so you’d surround her hips, reaching deeper, hitting your g spot over and over again as she curled her fingers.

your back arched, and you cried out her name. she moaned as well when you pulled from her hair. her own hips thrusting against you. her tongue pushed inside your mouth, teeth clashing and lips bruising.

“i’m cumming…” you moaned, and she grunted, keeping the pace and the harshness, bringing you to your orgasm. your jaw fell slack, and she kissed your cheek and chest, her free hand cupping your tits and teasing your nipples. she didn’t stop fucking you with her fingers until you were squirming due to the overstimulation. you watched as she popped her cum soaked fingers inside her mouth, making you whine at the thought of her own slick coating your tongue. “let me help you…” you pleaded, one of your hands cupping her cunt over her pants. she grunted. “please. use me.”

you begged, and soon enough she was pushing you into your bedroom.

“you know what to do.” you nodded, your tongue dampening your lips as shane got rid of her pants while you kneeled in front of the bed. you stared up at her as she pushed her underwear down her thighs, a patch of black hair decorating her mound. she then proceeded to sat down and spread her legs, giving you a perfect view of her glistening pussy and folds. you bit down on your lip, a soft moan leaving your throat at the sight. your palms met her thighs as you got closer. “come on princess. use that pretty mouth of yours, hm?” you complied, dragging your tongue through her folds to collect her sweet slick, making her grunt as you hummed. “yeah. just like that. atta girl.”

she tasted so good…

her fingers dug into your hair, pushing you flush against her cunt as her head fell back, a groan leaving her lips when you eagerly sucked on her clit. she was so pent up and sensitive due to the stress…

she was leaking, already turned on by having had you cumming on her fingers. and now that you were on your knees for her… there was no sight she adored more.

you were eating her out like a starved woman, pants leaving her lips. “so fucking needy…” “tastes good baby? you like eating my pussy?” you nodded, moaning as your tongue plunged inside her hole. “of course you do. you like being used, don’t you?” you moaned. “come on. fuck me. need you to make me feel better.”

you exchanged your fingers with your tongue, pushing inside and making shane moan. she sounded so fucking sweet when she did, eyebrows knitted together and eyes squinted close as her jaw fell slack.

“shit. just like that.”

you sucked on her clit, kissed her folds, steadily thrusted your fingers to pull out of her more moans and grunts. and when you curled them to hit her g spot, she tugged on your locks, pushing you harder against her. she was close. you knew.

“gonna cum. gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours. fuck. gonna make a mess outta you.” you moaned, moving your fingers faster as she humped your face, thighs clenching and squirming as she gushed all over your mouth with a beautiful pornographic moan. your eyes looked at her the moment she fell apart, wanting to take on the sight through your eyelashes. ‘cause she’s looked so fucking perfect every time she came…

you cleaned her up, tasting and drinking up her juices. your chin and lips shone with it. the hand that stood on your hair fell to your cheek, her thumb tugging on your bottom lip. she looked at you with such lust that made you shiver. “come here.” she said, and you were quick to get on your feet and join her on the bed. you straddled her, and eagerly received her tongue inside your mouth, the mix of the two of you tangible. her hands harshly took your ass, tugging on your soaked panties to pull them off. you two were a mess of hands, getting rid of each others clothes in a frenzy. you looked at her tits, her perfect tits, and couldn’t help but latch onto them as her back hit the duvet. shane groaned, her hands, back on your hips, rocking you back and forth against her. you two looked like two animals in heat. humping each other as drool decorated your chins due to how messy you were being.

“need to fuck you.” you nodded, muttering a ‘please’ as she rolled you over until you were the one pinned against the bed. “so fucking pretty…” she groaned, taking you in. with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, tits slightly bouncing with your heavy breathing. she positioned the two of you so her cunt would hover over yours. you didn’t have to beg twice, ‘cause she was already thrusting against your wetness, clits bumping against the other and making the two of you moan. you were so worked up. “so wet… all of this for eating my pussy, baby?” you nodded. “so cute.” you let out a scream when she harshly thrusted against you, the sound of your slick filling the bedroom. “such a good girl, letting me use her… look at this pussy, hm? soaked wet just for me. isn’t that right princess?” you nodded, and she clicked her tongue. “words.”

“yes, shane. fuck. just for you.” she moaned. she loved it when you called her name. it sounded so sweet falling from your lips…

your hips unconsciously thrusted against hers. you could already feel your orgasm building up. her hands cupped your tits, stimulating your nipples. your moans became more and more loud. letting her now that you were close.

“come on baby. be a good girl cum for me, i know you want to.” just a little praising and you were falling apart, gushing against her cunt as your back arched. just the sight and a couple more thrusts had her groaning as she felt her release hit her, fucking the two of you through it until the overstimulation became too much. she laid beside you, tucking her face on the crook of your shoulder as she pulled you into her arms and you caressed her hair, your fingers lacing through it. “thank you.” she muttered and you kissed her cheek. “i love you, baby.” she said, softly kissing your swollen lips, her thumb drawing circles on your hip.

“i love you too, shane.” you smiled, and kissed her back. the kiss was sweet and slow yet deep, and when she pulled away she asked:

“shower with me?”

you chuckled at the smirk on her lips.

“let’s go.” and yet. you gave in.

-

a/n; my first shane fic!! idk if it’ll get reads since it seems like there are not many shane fics on the app but anyways i love her and had to write about her.

hope y’all like it! :))

[sashiavi]

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Hello My Loves and Welcome To My 2k Follower Smutty Prompt Event!

Below I Will Outline the Rules and Information !

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•Submissions : Now Closed! 15.01.2025• AEST

For 2k Followers I wanted to do a Smutty Drabble/Fic Prompt Event!

Below are a Selection of Prompts and Characters for you to Choose from!

• Pick up to Two Prompts & Two Characters and formulate your Character(s) X Reader Request! - Send it into my Ask Box! If you are Off Anon, please make sure you have your Age somewhere visible on your page - This is an 18+ Event!

• I will always write an AFAB Reader with She/her pronouns in 2nd Person POV (You/You're/Yours) - I am most comfortable with this format :)

• I don't write/take requests for a specific body type, but if you would like to Request a specific Hybrid!Reader please feel free to! - This goes for Hybrid!Characters Too.

• Requesting Two Characters will yield a Threesome Scenario with the Reader - I won't be Accepting cross-fandom Crossovers or doing Separate Scenarios for Characters ^^

• Please feel free to Outline a Summary or a tease of Plot you'd like to see - The More Information the merrier! Certain Positions, Location or even Hard Limits you want to outline are welcome

• One Request Per Person! I will do my very best fulfill Everyone's Submissions - I aim to write 500-2k Words depending on how inspired I am feeling :]

Example Requests

- May I please request Wriothesley with Size Difference and Praise? Guiding the reader through taking him?

- I'd love to see Shane and Sam with the Public and Dirty Talk prompts! A threesome in the backrooms of Joja could be fun! If possible, can Shane be the Top as well?

- Can I request Puppy!Sam please? With Cock Warming for the prompt, I can imagine him being all squirmy <3

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♡Characters & Prompt List♡

♡·.Stardew Valley.·♡

- Including Hybrid Counterparts -

Sebastian | Sam | Alex | Shane | Harvey | Elliott | Kent

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Diluc | Itto | Wriothesley | Alhaitham | Kaveh | Tartaglia

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Some Prompts may fall under the category of Dark Content - Spread into alphabetical order for your convenience - Feel free to pick ANY TWO (2) Prompts

Aftercare | Aphrodisiacs | Begging

Biting | Blow Jobs | Bondage

Boot Worship | Breeding | Choking/Breath Play

Cock Warming | Collaring & Pet Play | Comfort Sex

Cuckolding | Cuddle Fucking | Cunnilingus  

Dacryphilia | Daddy Kink | Dirty Talk

Double Penetration | Dubious-Consent | Edging

Foreplay Heavy | Free Use | Hate Sex

Knotting/Heats & Ruts | (Psudo)Incest | Overstimulation

Praise | Primal Play | Public

Sex Toys | Shower/Bath Sex | Size Difference

Somnophilia | Spanking | Thigh Fucking

Virginity | Voyeurism | Watersports

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[mongoosingisme]

Title: Hangover Day

Rating: Explicit (MDNI)

Relationship: Shane/fem!Reader

Word Count: 7081

Summary: You have a hangover. Shane knows what that's like. He's going to take care of you. Real good care.

Read on AO3 or below

Farming was hard.

The animals depended on you.

The crops would fail without your attention.

Weeds and trees and rocks tended to pop up out of nowhere.

The weather was unpredictable, the markets for produce always changing, supplies kept running short and you were always, always wondering if you were doing this right, if you could be doing better, if you were cut out for this, if you shouldn’t have just packed it all in a long time ago.

So you worked. Worked and worked and worked. Fell into bed exhausted, woke up with your legs already moving. If you kept trying, kept it moving, stayed on top of everything, that little voice in your head would shut up for a while. It’s not like it’d give you a break anyway. Whenever you tried to stop, to sit down for a bit, to take an afternoon off, it was there, nattering in your head, telling you to get up, to get moving, to get it done and do it right. 

It was exhausting, sometimes.

But then again, sometimes it paid off.

After months of endless work, trembling muscles, missed meals and stress, you’d pulled off your first big harvest. Melons. Sold. Done. Profit. Fuck yeah.

For the first time since you came to the valley you felt like a celebration. 

Shane tried to stay away from alcohol. You were a big fan of that choice, so most days you didn’t drink either.

But that night was a little different. Shane was in the city for a therapy appointment, and he was sticking around for a gridball game (go Tunnelers! …he’d give you a grumpy look if you didn’t say that). Between the money in your pocket and the prospect of maybe, maybe earning a little break, you felt it was a great idea to hit up the saloon.

It was hopping when you got there, music going, Emily bustling and smiling, pool balls clacking, and Leah and Elliott were calling you over. Yoba, you felt good. You ordered a bottle of wine for the table. By the time it was empty all three of you were deep in conversation, really connecting, y’know? So you ordered another bottle. And it wasn’t long until it was empty and all three of you were leaning over, laughing at something Elliott had said, Leah snorting wine out her nose and Yoba's Light it was so fucking funny you had to have another glass, had to, and after your favorite redheads left you brought it over to the bar to see Emily.

Emily! Emily, Emily, beautiful Emily with the blue hair and the pretty eyes and the way she was smiling at you, tapping something on her phone while you told her about how wonderful Shane was, how cute he looked in his work uniform and the way you’d catch him looking at you sideways and how much happier your chickens were now that he was checking in on them, isn’t it fucking adorable how much he loves chickens? Chickens, Emily! Chickens! He made his own chickens! Who the fuck does that? Isn’t he amazing? And Emily still smiling, laughing as the room swirled a bit and you just felt so damn good, so absolutely perfect, all you needed was Shane there to wrap his arms around you, make the room stop spinning as you leaned back and -

“You are fucking shitfaced.”

“Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaane!” It was him! He was there, looking at you with a look that… fuck, you didn’t know how he was looking at you, it was hard to focus, but he was there, right there behind you, letting you lean back on him, putting his arms around you, and the room was still spinning but it was okay. You could just close your eyes for a minute, smiling, grinning, listen to him say something to Emily (“what were you even serving tonight?” “Just wine.” “Fuckin’ lightweight.” “She had most of a bottle.” “Yoba…”) and he sounded so nice, even if what he was saying was kind of mean his voice was nice and lovey and sweet and you just wanted to give him a big ol’ kiss and -

“Woah there, tiger.” You’d tried to get off the stool so you could grab his cute little face and give him a smooch but something wasn’t working quite right with your legs and you were stumbling instead. Emily was saying something, but you didn’t care, because Shane was pulling you against him now, he was so strong, strong and warm and you just wanted to rub your face against his neck, purr into him like a cat because he just made you so happy and -

“I’ll get her home,” he was saying, and now you were walking, waving goodbye to Emily over his shoulder, out the door, and the fresh night air smelled so sweet, the crickets and the bullfrogs welcoming you along, Shane’s arm around your waist, holding you up, guiding you on cobblestone, past pretty flowers and fences, and all you wanted to do was put your hands all over him. He was so handsome. He NEEDED to know how handsome he was.

“You’re… you’re so fuckin sexy. You’re like… fuck… like if you were a guy who was like… super hot… but handsome too….”

Nailed it.

Shane was making a snorting sound. “Yoba. You are going to be hurting in the morning.”

“What’s thaaaaaaaat mean?” The cobblestone was giving way to dirt road, and you were finding you needed to focus more to stay on your feet.

“It means you’re as drunk as a skunk and you’re going to have the worst hangover of your life.”

You gasped. “Are you imp… implay… plyin… I can’t hold my alcohol?”

“Yes,” Shane said. “That is exactly what I’m implying.”

“I’ll have you know….” you said. The crickets grew louder as you left the town behind. Fireflies started to glow. You watched one float by.

“Yeah?” Shane was prompting you for something. 

“Huh?” 

He burst out laughing. ”Yoba’s fuckin’ Light, you’re adorable.”

You gasped again. “You think I’m adorbab… abdorb… aboradorb…. You think I’m CUTE!?”

He groaned like he was annoyed, but you didn’t know why because he was smiling so so so big. “Let’s just get you home, you lush.” 

“Mmmmmm,” you said, letting yourself fall against him. It felt like it was taking a long time to get back to your house. Shane kept moving your body, reorienting you for some reason, laughing and grabbing at you and catching you around the waist a couple of times. It was a nice excuse to touch him, to run your hands over his chest, to press a kiss or two to his jaw. He’d just laugh when you did it, angle himself away, and if he’d just let you kiss him maybe it wouldn’t be taking so long to get home.

But you made it! You were inside, in the kitchen, and Shane was pushing a glass of water in your hands, telling you to drink but nooooooo thank you. Your stomach was full, hurting a little bit if you were being honest, and besides, Shane was looking so good there, leaning against the counter, and you just wanted to touch him. Grab at the front of his shirt, press your lips up against him. He made a little sound when you did it, and for a second his mouth opened up and you could put your tongue inside, and that was amazing, just what you wanted, but then he was pulling away, laughing a little, cheeks so pink and cute so you tried again but he wouldn’t this time, he just stepped to the side.

“You are so fucking drunk,” he said. “You need water and sleep.”

“I need yooooooou,” you countered, pressing up against his warm, sturdy body, letting your hand float down, play against the bulge growing between his hips - ha ha ha, couldn’t fool you, he wanted it, wanted it like you did - but he was grabbing your wrist, so gentle but also so strong, fuck you loved how strong that man was, and he was putting a glass of water in your hand instead.

“Not tonight,” he said firmly. “You’re too drunk. Water. Bed. You goose.”

You didn’t like that answer, not one bit, but he was insisting, being kinda a jerk about it, honestly, and you told him that and he grinned, said to just drink the fucking water and he was so mean sometimes, that guy, so bossy, but he wouldn’t let up so you chugged the glass as fast as you could. 

Fifteen seconds later you were throwing up in the sink.

“There it is,” Shane was saying. You could feel him near you, big hands gentle on your head, holding your hair back as you heaved. 

And he stayed near you as you sipped a new glass of water, slower this time. As you tried to brush your teeth. As you stripped off your pants, fell into your bed. A blanket made its way up over your shoulders. A kiss made its way to the top of your head. The room was still spinning, but a little less now. Your bed was cool and quiet, and within minutes you had fallen asleep.

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Everything hurt and you were dying.

Your room was dimmer than usual as you cracked open an eye. The curtains had been drawn over the windows. You didn’t remember doing that. All you remembered was wine and happy and then home and not so happy and now you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and lay there until your body dissolved into nothing.

That’d require getting out of bed, though. 

You groaned. Reached out a hand to check your phone. Instead, something small and round skittered under your fingers. You grabbed at it, pulled it close for inspection. Aspirin. And there was a glass of water by the bed. 

Convenient. 

You took the pills, spent many long minutes lying with the covers over your head, regretting every decision you’d made to bring your life to this point. 

Then you remembered you had animals to take care of.

“Fuck,” you groaned, heaving your body out of bed. Your stomach turned, and for a moment you panicked, but no, it was okay, you just had to move slowly, put some shorts on, stuff your feet into the sandals by the door, try not to combust as you stepped outside (it was a cloudy day, but still bright enough to make you want to scream), stumble down the steps only to see Shane making his way back from the barn.

“What are you doing up?” he asked. He looked tired, but probably a lot better than you. 

“Gotta feed the animals,” you said.

“Already done. Everyone’s fed except you. Go back to bed.”

You stared at him blankly for a minute. “They’re… they’re all fed?”

“Yeah.” He was putting a hand on the small of your back, guiding you back up the stairs.

“But then… there’s gotta be something I need to be doing.”

“You need to go be hungover,” Shane said. 

You turned it over in your mind. Animals were fed. Crops were okay for the time being. House was good enough. You had clean underwear for a few more days. 

“I don’t have anything to do,” you said. Your head felt like it was splitting in two.

“Yup, so go back to bed.”

“That’s so weird.” You couldn’t go back to bed, even with how heavy and tired and pained your body felt. You were used to moving this time of day, used to rushing from one task to another, always something. The thought of just laying back down sounded impossible. “There’s never nothing to do.”

Shane shrugged. “Don’t know what to tell ya. I took care of the animals and I’m about to make some breakfast. You can go relax or you can be a fucking martyr about it and scrub the floor or something, I don’t know. You look like shit, though, so you should probably have some water at least.”

“You’re such an ass,” you muttered, with no real bite, and you heard him snort as you shuffled towards the kitchen.

“Nah, just been where you are more than a few times.”

You supposed he had. Probably went off to work feeling worse than you did, stomach turning, head screaming, mood so low the only way to bring it back up was another drink.

You felt vaguely guilty as you poured yourself a glass of water. The sink had been scrubbed clean. You noticed for the first time that there was a blanket on the couch, like someone had recently been sleeping there.

The guilt became a little less vague. It didn’t help your headache.

“Sorry about being such a mess,” you said.

Shane paused from where he was examining the bowl of eggs on your counter, gave you a look that said “whatever.” “That wasn’t a mess. That was you having a fun night. Trust me, you haven’t even seen what a mess looks like.” He paused. Considered. “No, wait, you’ve absolutely seen a mess. If all I have to deal with is a bit of puke and some hungry chickens, we are still nowhere near even. How do you like your eggs?”

Your stomach turned at the thought. “Not in my stomach,” you said.

“Mmmm, carbs it is. Gal after my own heart. At least go sit down if you won’t go back to bed.”

That you could do, collapsing gratefully onto a chair. You crossed your arms on the table in front of you, laid your head on them, looked down into the darkness and listened to Shane bustling around. He was right, of course. You’d seen him in states that were orders of magnitudes worse than your piddly little hangover, but you still felt uneasy. You were the one who took care of Shane, took care of the animals, took care of everything. It was destabilizing to experience the other side of things.

You sat for a while, silently miserable, until the sound of a plate on the table had you sitting up. 

“I know you said no eggs,” Shane said, “but trust me, this will fix you right up.”

It was a breakfast sandwich, two thick slices of grilled bread, eggs, cheese. Simple and a little greasy but all of a sudden you needed to inhale it.

“Good, right?” Shane had one too, was tucking in across the table from you. “I’ll usually put some bacon in, maybe hash browns too.”

It was good. Great, even. Filled your stomach, soothed the nausea. Your head still hurt, and you still felt like you could sleep for the next 24 hours, but it was definitely an improvement.

“Coffee’s done.” Shane cleared your empty plate, and you watched as he poured a mug. He was smiling. “This is kind of fun.”

You gave him a pained look. It wasn’t hard - you were in pain.

“Shit, no, I mean… fuck, I’m not, like, happy you’re hungover, it’s just kinda interesting to be the functional one.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” You were finding you were a little bothered by it.

“I dunno, did it bother you when you had to scrape me off the floor or drag my ass to the clinic?” He was coming back to the table, a cup of coffee in each hand. Yours had just the right amount of cream. You tried not to wince at how much sugar he poured into his.

“No,” you said, running your fingertips over the mug. “I guess I was just glad I was there to help.”

Shane raised his eyebrows with a look that said “see?” 

And you got it. You did. 

Intellectually, at least. 

The coffee was nice. It didn’t instantly cure your headache, but it didn’t hurt either. You sipped and watched Shane clean up.

“So what do you do on a hangover day?” you asked. It’d been a while since you’d had one.

Shane shrugged. “Nap? Watch tv? Eat crap food? Suffer? Whatever sounds good.”

“TV,” you said. It sounded amazing, sitting on the couch, watching whatever came across the screen.

“Sold,” Shane replied, squeezing out the sponge. Then he froze. “If you want company, that is.”

If you wanted company? You thought about it, about how it’d feel to cuddle up with Shane on the couch, rest your head against his chest, drape your body over his, feel him warm and solid beneath you. To close your eyes, listen to the sound of his heart. The rumble of his laugh when something funny came on the TV. His hand resting on your hip. To let your body melt, let him gather you up, hold you, be there with you and let you just be.

“Company’d be fine,” you said. “If you don’t have anything better to do.”

Shane shrugged. “It’s my day off, so I’d probably just be watching TV anyway. Might as well do it here.” He sounded casual, but the way he was looking at you felt an awful lot like where your head was at. Like there was nothing in the world he’d rather do than spend the day wrapped up with you.

Maybe hangovers weren’t so bad after all.

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You could take or leave home improvement shows, but watching them with Shane made them much more entertaining.

“Why the fuck would you knock out that wall? I don’t care that it’s not load-bearing, it’s fucking stupid. Houses should have rooms!”

You snorted into his chest. “My house is open,” you said.

“Yeah, and I can see the dirty dishes from here. Who wants to look at dirty dishes when they’re watching TV? Gotta hide that shit.”

The dishes were from lunch. There weren’t many - just what you’d needed to cook and eat a frozen pizza. Shane had heated it up between hours of lounging and cuddling, laughing and resting. You felt heavy and languid, headache gone but still tired, relaxed, so happy to be right where you were.

It felt good to be pressed up against him, just as good as you'd imagined. To feel his warmth, the way his hands laid on your hips, your waist, your shoulders. Once one of them had traced up the front of your torso as you'd shifted positions, pressing against your stomach, traveling over your breast before shifting and settling in a more neutral location. You could see Shane looking a little flushed, focusing a little more on the TV as it happened.

You were starting to feel much better. Starting to want those hands to wander a little more. 

But the dishes were bothering you too.

“I’ll go take care of them,” you said, climbing up over him to get off the couch.

“Oh no you don’t.” Shane wrapped an arm around you, pulled you back down beside him. He kept his arm tight around you  “I’m just bitching. You’re gonna stay put.”

You huffed. “It’ll take two seconds, and then we won’t have to worry about it.”

Shane yawned, stretched luxuriously. You loved the way his body felt as it moved beneath you. “Who’s worried about it? You worried about a couple dishes?”

“Not really, it’s just…” Shane was looking down at you now. You shrugged and looked away. “I just haven’t done anything constructive today and there’s no reason I can’t at least get a few dishes done.”

“You can go one day without doing anything. I promise it won’t kill you.”

It wouldn’t. You knew that. But it was hard to turn your brain off about it, to ignore the instinct that you’d rested enough, and you’d need to earn it if you wanted more.

You laid together in silence for a while, watching a couple arguing about trim width on the TV. Shane still felt nice beneath you, his arm sturdy around your back. 

But the dishes…

“Gotta run to the bathroom,” you said. Shane made space to let you up. But instead of settling back on the couch when you were done you headed to the kitchen.

“Are you kidding me?” Shane called from the living room. 

“It’s like three things,” you said, running the water. You heard Shane groan, saw him start to stand. “Don’t get up,” you said. “I’ll be right there.”

"Nope," he was saying, already crossing towards you. 'Nope nope nope nope nope." He reached around, turned the water off.

You made a frustrated sound. "If I don't get them done I'll keep thinking about getting them done, and I don't want to think about getting them done, so let me just do them."

"I'll do them." Shane's face was oddly set, something shuttering down behind his eyes. "Just go sit down."

"Oh for fuck's sake." He was crowding you out of the way, monopolizing the space by the sink, using his bulk to keep you from the task. "Why are you making this a thing?"

"I'm not making it a thing. You're making it a thing. Go sit down and let me take care of them." 

You swallowed a groan of exasperation. He was going racoon-mode, you realized. Some nerve had been touched that was getting his hackles up, and you didn't know what it was. You could feel that tension in yourself, that pull between annoyance and care. You wanted to know what was going on in his head so you could soothe it away. You wanted him to just shut up about it and let you do the damn dishes and stop making such a big deal about little things.

You took a deep breath. 

His hands were deep in suds now, scrubbing a plate with a level of vigor that wasn't necessarily called for. "Is everything alright?" you asked quietly. You weren't sure if he'd heard you over the sound of the water, but as his shoulders slumped a little it was clear he had.

"I'm fine." His voice was low. "I just… fuck. Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," you said quickly. "I just…"

"I do," he said, just as quickly. He turned off the water. Dried his hands without looking at you. Finally said "you're always so put together. It was nice to not feel like a complete loser for a minute."

"Shane, you're not - "

He held up a hand, stopping you from leaping to his defense. "Don't. I'm not… I'm not looking for compliments here. I just…" He sighed. "I've been talking with my therapist about it, I guess. Feel like such a fucking failure all the time. It's hard not to see it in everything." 

You could understand that. "You're not a failure," you said.

"I know," he said quickly, though you wondered if he really believed it. "Just… compared to you…" he shrugged. "Not much to offer. But I can do the dishes at least."

Your mind reeled for a second. He was looking away, body hunching slightly, those clouds rolling in. Your first instinct was to resort to logic, to pick apart every argument, to prove to him with facts and figures that he was not, in fact, a failure and that he had an astonishing amount to offer. 

But you knew from experience that logic and feelings were two very different things. 

Your mind never let you rest, yet you'd spent the day doing absolutely nothing besides soaking up Shane's presence. If he'd lectured you on it in the morning you'd have never given in. You'd probably still be out in the barn, miserable and moving. He'd acted instead, clearing the way, removing the hurdles so all you needed to do was just be.

Words wouldn’t roll those clouds away, but action might.

"Okay," you said. "You can do the dishes. But if you want me to go sit back down you're going to have to make me."

He stiffened, just a little. Gave you a look that was part excitement, part incredulity. "I'm sorry?" he said.

"I said, if you want me to go sit back down you're going to have to make me." You straightened, crossed your arms over your chest. "If you think you can, that is."

A challenge. Something flashed in his eyes. Sunlight peeking through. You tried hard not to smile. "You think I can't make you sit back down?"

"You're useless, aren't you? So no, I don't think you can." 

He was pressing his lips together, watching you through lowered lids. "I can see what you're doing," he said.

"Not trying to hide anything," was your quick response.

He sighed. Ran a hand over his face. You remembered the last time he'd leaned against the counter like that. Last night, with your hands all over him and his gentle, steady denial. You wanted to pick right back up from there. 

But he was picking you up instead.

"Shane!" you shrieked, laughing as he bent forward, wrapped an arm around your thighs, and tipped you over his shoulder.

"Think I won't call your bluff?" he said, starting to walk back towards the couch. You couldn't stop laughing, swatting playfully at his back as his shoulder bumped you up and down with each step. "Think I don't see what you're angling for?” He dropped you on the couch, not aggressively but not with particular gentleness either.  He followed you down, hands bracing on either side of your head, one knee nestling up between your legs. "Is this what you were going for?"

He was back with you now, eyes clear and bright, that twist to his mouth that spoke of confidence, of ease. You shifted your hips against his thigh, biting your lip as that tiny ember started glowing in your core. Shane breathed out fast, eyes closing for longer than a blink. "Yeah," you said. "This is pretty much it."

And then he was kissing you.

Yoba, you loved how Shane kissed. So intense, right from the start. Lips pressing in hot and hard, demanding that you open for him, tongue dipping in just enough, just enough to make you respond, let your mouth fall open more, receive him. Let him cover you, moving, moaning as his tongue slicked in deeper, stubble brushing your chin, sucking in breaths through his nose, coming down on an elbow now, one hand bracing your jaw, tipping your head back to go deeper, and for a minute all you could do was take it, take him, alive and vibrant and present and real.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to do that last night,” he said, drawing back just a little. His hand was still on your jaw. “You were so fucking cute, all tipsy and handsy.” He kissed you again and you groaned up into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, back arching, feeling how firm and wide his thigh was between your legs. “You were so fucking hard to say no to.”

“You shouldn’t have said no,” you said, hips shifting against him.

“Wrong,” he said, “you goose. If you want to get laid so bad don’t drink a bottle of wine.” He kissed you again, a little slower, a little deeper. “I told myself that if I did right by you last night I could take real good care of you today.” He adjusted his grip on your chin, looked you in the eyes. “You gonna let me take care of you?”

Fucking Yoba.

You wondered if this was what he was like when he was younger. Not yet ground down by life. Sharp and responsive and confident, fuck, so fucking sure of himself it took your breath away. You wanted more, wanted to drag it out of him, let it overpower you, that part of himself that got pushed out by the tides of depression and self-doubt that constantly flooded his mind.

It was really fucking hot.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding as much as his firm hold on your chin would let you. “Yeah, I’ll let you.”

“Good,” he said. “Now don’t move.”

You expected him to touch you at that. Press his hands against your breasts again, maybe cup you between your thighs. But no, he was getting up, leaving the couch, walking away. 

“What are you doing?” you said, sitting up.

“The fucking dishes,” he replied. “I told you not to move!” 

You groaned, flopped back on the couch. Your body was humming, missing the feel of his hands, the weight of his body. “What, am I supposed to get started without you?”

“Don’t you dare,” he said over the sound of the water. “Just pretend you’re a normal human being for a minute and watch some tv. I’ll be right there.”

You knew when you’d been beat. 

You knew when you’d won.

As predicted, it took no time at all to get the dishes done, but when the water turned off he didn’t come right back to the couch. Instead he went to your bedroom. 

“What are you doing now?” you called.

“Yoba’s Light, woman, I’m looking for a fucking condom!”

You giggled to yourself. “Check the bedside drawer!”

You heard him rustling. A moment later he was heading back your way. There was no sign of a condom, but in his hand was…

Oh. That.

“Were you going to let me know about this?” He was grinning, holding your vibrator up for your inspection.

“Battery’s dead,” you said flatly.

“Fucking Yoba,” he said. “I have to do everything around here. Where’s the charger?”

“Bedside table.” You didn’t bother to hide your laugh as he groaned, stomped back to the bedroom, returned a moment later empty handed. 

“Alright,” he said. “Old fashioned way.” He stretched his head from side to side, rolled his shoulders a few times. An athlete warming up. Then he was braced over you again, exactly where he was before. “Fingers or mouth?”

You felt yourself flushing a little at his sudden directness. “Um, dealer's choice?”

“You’re the dealer, babe.” He was giving you that cocky look, all sure and confident, and it made you want to mewl, lay back, show him your neck, your stomach. 

“What did you want to do last night?” You were proud of yourself for getting the words out, what with how hard your heart was pounding, the way your soul seemed to have left the space behind your forehead and taken up residence in one throbbing spot between your legs.

He looked at you with dark, dark eyes. “Fucking everything,” he said, and then his mouth was on you.

Breasts first, over your shirt, mouth open and searching, teeth scraping over the fabric, mouthing at your nipple, then rushing above your neckline to suck at your collar bone. You buried your hand in his hair, gasping as he sucked harder - there’s no way that wouldn’t leave a mark. 

He left your torso as quickly as he’d gotten there, moving lower, sliding off the couch to rest on his knees. He pushed up your shirt, hands bracing your hips as his mouth roamed over your stomach. Fast, hot, open mouthed kisses on your skin, groaning as you let your hand fist in his hair, as your hips bucked up outside of your control. “Still so fucking eager,” he said, hooking his fingers into your shorts’ elastic waist, pressing kisses to the skin that appeared as he pulled down.

“You love it,” you said between gasps.

“Yeah I do,” he groaned, reaching an arm around your thigh, pulling it up over his shoulder, leaving you slightly cockeyed on the couch. He was moving over your core now, open mouth leaving damp spots on your shorts. He pulled down harder on your waistband, exposing your curls to his gaze, his mouth, his groans as he kept kissing, mouthing, pulling, until his tongue found your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he set to work, licking, swirling, lathing at the side of your nub. He was flushed, eyes closed, confidence tempered by reverence, fully absorbed in the task. You were fully absorbed too, mind blank, all thought focused on that ember in your core. No, not ember, fire, fire flickering, lighting up with each twitch of his tongue, every groan, every shudder and sucked in breath. 

His hand was still twisted in your waistband, and you could feel your shorts cutting across your hips as he worked you. They’d rip if he pulled much harder, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was his mouth and his tongue, his hair and his voice, his shoulder and how sturdy it was beneath you as you moved your hips, ground up against him, pulled him in deeper, let him keep working you up, working you tenser, wringing out your body and your mind, letting you rest in the all-consuming sensation until you were stiffening, grasping, pulling, crying out in climax as his mouth kept on working and a commercial for exterior paint came on the TV.

You shuddered as you relaxed back on the couch.

“Yoba, baby.” Shane’s voice sounded rough as he pulled away from you, eyes blown, chin wet. “You are so fucking good at that.”

You choked out a laugh between gasping breaths. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?”

He hummed a negative, busying himself with pulling off your shorts. He settled you back into the same position when you were bare, one knee bent on the couch, the other up over his shoulder, and then two of his fingers were sliding into you, palm up, big and thick and warm and there was no helping the sounds you made as he flexed them in you.

“Told you I was going to take care of you,” he said, looking up at you from between your legs. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good, and you’re just gonna take it, aren’t you baby?”

You groaned at his words, his tone, low and deep and raspy. Groaned at his fingers, bending in you, pressing, slow and steady. Your hand found its way to his hair again, and he breathed a laugh as you pulled him back in, mouth going back to you easily, the rhythm of his tongue a perfect counterpoint to the way his fingers moved. He may have teased you for being eager before, but there was no mistaking the excitement with which he touched you, the way he groaned as you moved, tightened around his fingers. 

His mouth alone was incredible, but having his fingers filling you, giving you something to flex around, bear down on, grind against had you shooting up even higher than before. You let yourself move, your hips finding a hitching rhythm up and down on his fingers. You pulled his face in tighter, realized that his tongue had stopped moving, that he was holding it steady, flat and still and in exactly the right spot for you to just use, to grind against as you moved your hips, as your toes flexed, as your fingers clenched, as your mouth dropped open without sound, and for a moment all you were was the rhythm of your body and the sounds Shane made as you moved against him.

Your climax was unavoidable, rich and long and shuddering, and Shane looked absolutely wrecked as you finally melted back down on the couch. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking sexy. Yoba, you’re gonna give me a stroke.”

“I’ll give you a stroke,” you gasped, still coming back to yourself. 

He choked out a laugh. “Fuck, baby, I think one is all it’d take. You’re so… fuck.”

“You’re like dating a thesaurus,” you laughed. “Now let me down, my hip’s starting to hurt.”

“Oh, shit, sorry.” He helped you get your leg back down, came to sit at the opposite end of the couch, running a hand up and down your calf.

“So did you find a condom?” you asked. 

He gave a half smile, looked over at you out of the corner of his eyes, nodded.

“Do you need help with it or…”

He took a deep breath in through his nose. “Just trying not to combust. Give me a second.”

“Alright,” you said mildly. You wiggled up to sitting, figured what the hell, why not, and pulled off your shirt and bra.

“Yoba,” Shane groaned, quickly looking away. “You gotta warn me first. You’re gonna kill me, looking like that.”

“Maybe that was my plan all along,” you chuckled, crawling down to straddle his lap. He sucked in another breath, hands settling on your hips. “You’re wearing clothes.”

“Yup.” His voice was strained. “Sure am.”

“Can I help you with that?” You were already pulling his shirt off. You couldn’t help but lean into him, put your arms around his neck, feel his skin against yours. His arms pressed around your back, holding you close. He was hard beneath you, and it only seemed right to rock your hips.

“Do I get to take care of you now?” You didn’t realize until that moment how much you wanted to do exactly that.

He took a deep breath, eyes closed, head laying back. His hands found your hips, pushed them, pulled them in rhythm. His shorts were rough beneath you, and you wondered if you were making a mess of them.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, breathless and rough. “This wasn’t the deal.”

“Things can change.” 

He opened his eyes, gave you that look, the vulnerable one. “Think so?”

You nodded. 

Shane nodded. Shook himself. Smiled. “Alright, then. Get on your back.”

Well fine.

Not that you had a problem with it, lying back on the couch and feeling him settle in over you. Naked now, all that warm skin that you could press your body up against. Cock hard, brushing against your core as he nestled between your thighs. He’d put a condom on before he’d settled back in, and so there was no reason for him not to push, to slot inside of you with one slow, gentle movement.

You both groaned as he filled you. He stilled as he bottomed out. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulled him to you, let his face find its spot in the curve of your neck. You were starting to associate the feeling of his stubble scratching against your collarbone with “safe,” with “affection,” with “need.” Shane sighed, pressed a kiss to your skin. “Yoba,” he said. “I forgot how good you feel.”

You squeezed, not entirely on purpose, pleased with the praise and his heaviness around you. He choked out a moan, thrust his hips. The feeling rocked through you, the stretch, the shift. “Again,” you said, and Shane huffed a laugh into your neck.

“So demanding,” he said, and you clenched around him. “Fuck, okay baby, hang tight.”

And then finally he was moving, thrusting, lighting you up with each press of his hips. His face on your neck, his arms wrapped around you, and you were enveloped, encompassed, warm and safe and cared for, yes, that was it, he was true to his word, taking such good care of you ever since he’d walked up behind you the night before. Each time he moved, each time you shifted your hips to meet his, each kiss he pressed on your neck, each strand of hair you ran between your fingers stretched you tighter, core to mouth to shoulders to calves to toes, rocked you back and forth, a comfort and a call to move, to shudder and gasp and pull him in more, legs locked around his hips as you froze in a climax that stunned you, soothed you, left you wrung out and rested and limp and complete.

“You… you’re so…” Shane was losing himself in it too, one arm pulling you in around your shoulders, the other clasped around your waist, mumbling into your neck between gasping, open kisses. “I just… you’re so… I want to…  I can’t….”

“I know,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “I know.”

He was groaning, hitching, pressing into you deeper once, twice, collapsing in on you as boneless and sated as you were. You luxuriated in his weight, his heat, the complete relaxation in his hips, his mouth, still pressed against your neck. His lips tickled against your skin as he spoke. “It felt like… did you…”

You knew what he was asking. “Yeah, I did.”

You could feel him smiling into your neck. “Hell yeah. New record. Gotta go for four next time.”

You burst out laughing. Of course he’d keep track of your orgasm score. “You’re gonna wear me out at this rate.”

“Nah,” he said, squeezing you tighter for a moment. “I’ll look after you.” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, you will, won’t you.”

He relaxed for a moment, then flinched.“Oh shit.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“The wainscoting.”

“…what?”

“On the TV, look. They’re ripping off the wainscoting. That shit is historic, you can’t just tear that out.”

“Are you… are you fucking kidding me!?” You swatted at him as he laughed into your neck. “You’re still inside me and you’re worried about fucking woodwork!?”

“It’s quality craftsmanship! People have no respect these days.” He pulled back, eyes bright, dodging your swipes and pressing a long kiss to your cheek. “Remind me never to let you make carpentry decisions.”

“Remind me to never let you keep the TV on while we’re having sex!” 

“Ohhh, so you admit you want to do this again, huh?” He was grinning, eyes so bright you couldn’t help but laugh, pull him back in close.

“I’ll consider it, but only after the dishes are done.”

“I suppose I’ll have to live with that.”

Tomorrow you’d have to get back to work.

The animals would need you.

There would be new soil to work.

Weeds would crop up where you didn’t want them to.

The laundry pile would overflow its basket.

The universe would shift, rebalance, tighten up its rubber band. 

It would be time to move.

But for right now, just for that day, just for as long as you stayed pressed against Shane, melted into him, let him melt into you, your mind was lax and blank. There was nothing else you needed to do, nothing else you needed to be. 

Your new life was hard, but in some ways, in some fleeting moments, in some sparks of warm and rough pressed in tight against your neck, it was filled with undeniable ease.

[junicult]

So... don't know if you have this in the works after your last post, but what would it be like with the bachelors going down on reader for the first time? If you're comfortable with it, that is. 👀

!! the bachelors going down on you for the first time

contains ; soooo much smut. i got so carried away mb y’all LOL. nsfw (minors pls dni.) fem!farmer. oral (f!receiving). praise. established & unestablished relationships. fwb!shane. sexual guiding. inexperienced!sebastian. implied height difference in alex’s.

harvey.

- haha.

- i love this man.

- he is so (i cannot stress this enough) so affectionate.

- absolutely infatuated with you and everything you do.

- as a doctor, he has a lot of people he spends time thinking about: but you are somehow always the main thing on his mind.

- like, tell this man that you did something so minor like stubbed your toe, and he’s carrying you around, forcing you bedridden so he can take care of you.

- well, maybe not to that extent but you get it. you’re the most important thing to him.

- so it’s no surprise that translates to sex as well.

- he only cares about your pleasure, and how you’re feeling.

- before you had sex, he was a nervous mess.

- he wanted it to be perfect :,)

- he didn’t wanna plan it ahead, just kinda hoped it’d all come naturally but surprise he spent the entirety of the day thinking about it.

- it was just supposed to be a fancy dinner date, yet he managed to find you underneath him in his neatly made bed, lips already swollen from his doing.

- “have i told you you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen?” it’s corny, cheesy, but oh-so true.

- his fingertips feeling your thighs up your dress, burning into your skin.

- like i said, he’s been thinking about how this night would play out for days. he wants it to be perfect.

- what other way for it to be perfect then him going down on you?

- i’m just saying, harvey on his knees, wide, soft eyes looking up and you while his lips press against your thighs and his cheek rests against your knee.

- his fingers reaching up to slide underneath the waistband of your underwear, doing nothing but tug slightly.

- 😇

- “may i? please?” he nearly whispers.

- and the moment you nod, his lips turn into a soft smile like he’s been waiting forever for that simple gesture.

- he wants you to watch him comfortably, so he props a couple pillows against the headboard so you can look at him.

- loves when you get flustered and tries to hide your face.

- he pays so much attention to your clit. knows how stimulating it is, and especially when he sucks it just right and your hips twitch a little.

- deffffffinitely moans into your pussy 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- & ruts against the bed lollllll

- uses his fingers too. he’s so slow, and careful, all the while his movements still make your head spin.

- “please don’t stop, ‘m so close,” you whine, eyebrows pinching, and you hardly even realize your fingers that ravel and tug on his soft brown hair.

- he’s shaking his head, as in a silent way to tell you “fuck, i’ll never stop,” as long as he can hear you moan like that longer.

- he’s SOOO EAGER.

- wraps one of his hands around yours while the other lightly presses into your stomach to keep you still.

- doesn’t even care that u nearly suffocate him when your thighs wrap around his head—if anything, he’s in heaven.

- can’t take his eyes off of u. he might just die from the sight of you alone.

- he has to catch his breath when you finally collapse, head lulling to the side.

- he’s literally so hard it hurts.

- pressing into your thigh when he comes up to kiss you make out with you.

- “y’taste so good, don’t you think? so sweet, can’t get enough.” “you’ll let me get some more, right? please? want you, need you so bad.”

sam.

- he’s blunt.

- just straight up.

- he’ll nonchalantly tell you if you have something in your teeth, and then pick it out for you.

- he’s the type to give you genuine input if you tried on a new outfit.

- like, “that looks amazing on you. turn around?” or “hm, it’d look better if it didn’t bunch up like that in the front.”

- zero shame. you know he’s not doing it to be rude, that’s just how he is.

- so, if he’s just lounging around at your house while you work, occasionally popping up to help you with easier tasks, expect him to be his same old self.

- and maybe even take you by surprise.

- you walk in during the evening, ready to change from your clothes and bathe after a long day.

- “hi baby,” he’s already smiling, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek and his hands wrapping around your waist.

- he doesn’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way your eyes were slightly lowered from tiredness, or the subtle earthy scent wafting off your body—but it made him much more excited to have you in his arms.

- “you always look so pretty when you finish work.” he sighs, his kisses pressing down the other side of your neck.

- “i do? please,” you snort, shaking your head to dismiss him like you always do.

- but this time, he wanted you to know for a fact just how gorgeous you are.

- “why do you never believe me when i compliment you?” he pouts, leaning to bury his face in your neck.

- it’s the way his soft gaze has your heart thumping a little quicker, and the slight tilt to his head makes your throat threaten to close.

- his lips wrap around yours before you can protest his comment, leaning into you to slightly dip your back over your bed until he’s dropping you both along the mattress carefully.

- “can i show you just how pretty you are? will you let me?”

- he can spend hours kissing you all over. if you have freckles or moles all around your skin, i can assure you he’s kissed every single one.

- i’d like to think that, despite him not being super experienced, he’s still a very loving guy.

- he doesn’t overthink, he’s very carefree, so if he wants to eat you out, he’s going to. obviously with your consent ofc.

- he may not be the best at it, but he does know a lot about you, and since he spends a lot of time with you, it’s easy to see what you like and what you don’t.

- he thinks ur cunt is so pretty. probably embarrasses you on accident by just staring at it LMFAOO

- he’s so gentle when he starts. pressing his hands into your inner thighs to keep them spread, and his tongue is the first to touch you.

- fingers your clit so he can really delve between your folds.

- “taste s’good,” he’ll moan into your cunt.

- btw he’s moaning just as much as you are, he can’t get enough.

- tell him what to do. he likes when you whisper, “just…keep doing that for a second,” or “wait move your hand ba—fuck, right there.”

- it makes him feel so good when he’s doing it right.

- another man who’ll rut against the bed, and may i be so bold as to say he might even cum just from eating you out?

- yes. yes i may.

- he’s so obedient too. i don’t think he has it in him to ever edge you, because he finds that he just can’t stop.

- will overstimulate you more then anything.

- when you cum, he’ll probably be panting just as much as you are. his breath against ur dripping cunt, making to shudder while you catch your own.

- cups your cheek to kiss you again, completely ignoring the fact that your slick is all over his lips.

- he’s in love.

- “thank you for being my girlfriend.” GNNNNN.

shane.

- tbh, y’all probably had sex before u even started dating.

- more then once, at that.

- some of which you were both tipsy after a friday night, coming back to your farm to fuck him in every room of your house.

- you guys were definitely fuckbuddies at first.

- he went down on you a few times during these stages.

- but, as a guy who was a little drunk, horny, and honestly just wanted to get his dick wet—it wasn’t the best he could do. just enough to warm you up.

- he was completely fine with your situation, until he started to realize he was actually falling for you.

- that he wanted to see you outside of just hooking up. he liked when you’d stop by on his way to work, talk to him for a minute. he’d actually look forward to it.

- so when he ended up on your couch again, arms laced and kiss marks already littering your neck, he knew he was going to make this time different.

- your dress rode up just under your bra, his lips sucking your skin down your stomach while you propped yourself against the armrest of the couch.

- he was quick to loop his fingers underneath your panties, tugging them down your legs.

- “someone’s eager,” you tease, having no clue that you’re absolutely right.

- he’s almost desperate. like he has to show you he’s better then what he’s done in the past.

- his arms latch onto your hips, teeth gently biting down on your inner thigh to hear you let out a brief squeal.

- “stay still f’me, okay?” he asks, his breath hitting against your cunt that makes your stomach flutter.

- it’s the way he delves between your thighs that has you stuttering a gasp, instantly ignoring his one request so he has to use minimal strength to force your hips still and thighs apart.

- his lips sucking onto your puffy clit, causing your stomach to clench and immediately squirm under his hold.

- you’re looking down at him like you’re baffled behind pinched eyebrows and jaw wide—which is exactly what he wanted.

- so much so, he can’t even hide his smirk as his tongue slides between your folds to taste you properly.

- “o-oh, fuck me,” you breathe, head hanging back.

- you’re squirming so much, and he’s not having it.

- “can’t you listen to me?” he almost groans, hardly pulling away for his words to become intelligible so the vibration against your clit has you arching your back.

- he’s so messy, uncaring about the slick that’s staining his cheeks and chin.

- loves when you hide your face, mainly because it makes his confidence boost, but he’ll fs call u out.

- “nuh-uh baby, eyes on me.”

- he’ll gently nip at your clit if you look away.

- and he’s teasing you so much, you can feel tears prickle in the corners of your eyes.

- he’ll edge you just so he can start all over, and then overstimulate you so you’ll never forget it.

- will literally leave you breathless, collapsed on your bed after cumming for what felt like hours.

- and he has the AUDACITY to ask, “what? that’s all you got? c’mon, you can give me one more…right?”

sebastian.

- spreading the inexperienced sebastian agenda one post at a time.

- he’s never gone down on anyone before. so genuinely, he has no idea what he’s doing.

- well, okay that’s a lie. he’s not an idiot.

- he knows how stimulating a woman’s clit is, and he knows where it is more importantly.

- but he’s never exactly had one directly in front of his face.

- he’s only ever seen pussy eating in porn, and that’s not the most reliable source. so he’s kind of just depending on you to help him out.

- don’t be shy, either. he wants to learn. he wants to make you feel good.

- his goal: to make you pass out, tbh.

- but baby steps first.

- you’ve already had sex many times before he even proposed the idea of going down on you.

- he’s fingered you before, but even then that’s still new.

- needless to say, you were taken off guard when he asks, “can i go down on you?” after a lazy evening.

- you’re both doing your own thing, with him on his computer and you cleaning some freshly harvested vegetables in the sink.

- “excuse me?” you laugh.

- until you realize he’s not kidding.

- “i wanna learn.” is all he says, before you’re grabbing his hand and guiding him to your bedroom.

- he’s gotten good at knowing how to kiss you, that enough has you warmed up pretty well. you didn’t even have to tell him to kiss his way down your neck, to your stomach before he’s spreading your thighs in front of him.

- he wants to start by fingering you, because he knows how to do that, plus he kinda wants to approach it confidently.

- like i once said. long, thin fingers. he also plays the keyboard…he’s skilled w his hands.

- rests his cheek on your thigh, watching the way his fingers disappear in and out of your wet cunt, and the occasional gasp you let out.

- “what do you want me to do?” almost breathless when he asks.

- when he feels bold enough, he subtly flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, keeping his fingers moving inside of you while his eyes glance up.

- just the way your stomach clenched from that one simple action has him eager.

- wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

- “s-shit, yeah, like that,” you weakly praise behind multiple stutters and pants.

- he can’t get enough of how your cunt squeezes around his fingers the more he does something your body appropriately reacts to.

- which he loves. it’s like you’re subconsciously telling him he’s doing so well.

- he never realized how much he loves when you tug on his hair until now, mainly because you unknowingly press him against your cunt so he has nothing better then to just lick.

- he doesn’t take his fingers out of you, but he does move them a little so he can finally get a taste of the entirety of you.

- whines.

- he’s practically drunk.

- wishes he wasn’t so nervous to do this beforehand, because fuck you feel so good on his tongue.

- “the prettiest pussy, tastes so fucking good,” he mumbles.

- you probably didn’t even hear him bc he made no effort to pull away.

- stuffs his fingers inside of you, curls them right when you’re about to cum.

- and when you do, he feels on top of the world.

- he’s never seen your body shake like that.

- and now he doesn’t wanna stop.

alex.

- omfffffg.

- he’s a sweetheart, through and through.

- so doting and adoring the longer you get to know him and be with him.

- it’s rare you’ll wake up to make breakfast, or make dinner without his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head.

- and he’s a little clingy, but that’s just because he loves you so much.

- ur first time having sex w him was early in ur relationship. probably the same day you made it official i’m ngl.

- but he likely didn’t go down on you until a few times after.

- not because he didn’t want to, but lowkey giving or receiving head isn’t his favorite part of sex. as a man w a lot of stamina, he’s fucking you to fuck you. not just eat you out.

- which is why you were a little shocked when you felt his kisses move down your torso, his hands gliding against the sides of your waist as he moves down.

- he also wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you still,

- mainly to show off his muscles.

- oh yeah, he’s not wearing a shirt btw. he never does.

- kinda laughs when you express your nervousness about him going down on you.

- “relax, pretty. just trust me. i’ll stop if you want me to.”

- kisses your thighs, and once he finally takes off ur underwear he’s suchhh a tease.

- like, to the point where you’re dripping, impatiently rocking your hips into him.

- “what happened, baby? not scared anymore? what’s the matter, hmm?” “all needy and i haven’t even done anything, hah.”

- i hate him (affectionately.)

- once he finally touches you where you need him, he’s so fucking slow.

- eyes on you the whole time, his little snarky smirk on his face watching you nibble onto the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

- he waits a minute before he fingers you while licking your clit.

- he feels so fucking good when you give up on staying quiet, letting your back arch and nearly scream out a moan.

- he’s so quick with it, his nice, thick fingers knowing just where to curl inside of you.

- “cum for me, c’mon, know you can do it.” he pulls away to speak.

- he needs to watch you entirely when you cum, so he replaces his lips with his thumb while he rubs your clit and fingers you until you’re sobbing.

- “i know baby, i know. just let it out.”

- he doesn’t stop just yet, but he’ll slow down until you nearly force him away from overstimulation.

- makes u lick his fingers loooolllllll.

- and he’ll make out with you so hard while you’re still trying to catch your breath.

- side note, i feel like he enjoys putting you in lots of different positions. if you weren’t flexible before alex, then u sure as hell are now.

- …probably ate u out once with u sitting on his shoulders against the wall. i’m sayin.

elliot.

- alright now.

- do i even have to say it?

- HE’S A MUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!

- if u don’t think he’s eating u out the very first time u have sex then ur just lying to urself. there’s no way he’d miss this step.

- if you don’t want him to, that’s a different story. he wouldn’t even dream of pressuring you.

- but if you do…u better believe.

- he’s so gentle and sweet, first of all.

- holding your cheek, cupping your jaw while your lips move so graciously against one another’s.

- he’s absolutely kissing his way down, but he’s taking his time, letting you squirm underneath him.

- “you’re just so perfect darling, look so beautiful.”

- kisses ur clit <3

- he’s so slow and gentle, licking you softly and listening to your quiet gasps.

- he swoons when he can hear your breath hitch the moment he starts to pick up his movements.

- he’ll position your thighs on his shoulders and laces your fingers together.

- he’s super responsive. loves when you praise him / tell him you like what he’s doing.

- especially when you feel so good you can’t really speak, so you end up roping your fingers through his hair and tugging it into a loose bun.

- that’s enough to drive him crazy.

- “nngh, c-can’t, s’too much,” you whine, back arches and eyes squeezed shut.

- but your words mean nothing in contrast to the way your hands press against the back of his head, keeping his close.

- he doesn’t even need to use his fingers to make you cum. his tongue is so skilled.

- sucking ur clit like a pacifier 🫡

- he’s also very vocal. he usually coaxes you through sex using his words, but since he can’t while he’s eating u out, he’s just left to moaning uncontrollably.

- and he can’t get over the vibrations making your body shudder every time.

- he gets so excited when you’re close to cumming.

- how you just kind of go silent, jaw locked in aisle nt scream with an occasional whimper pushing through.

- and how you immediately exhale the moment you finish, body nearly collapsing.

- he’s not stopping lol.

- wants you literally shaking, your overstimulation short circuiting your brain so you just fall weak.

- “i’m so proud of you, my love. did so good for me, tastes so good. think you can do it again?”

[dragonberrycream]

Puppyboy!Shane 🦴(SDV)

A fat Labrador mutt mix that the shelter deemed “aggressive”, he has to be muzzled and just sits in the corner.

He’s really not aggressive, he’s just depressed in all honesty. He used to be a bat retriever pup at gridball games but they dumped him at Stardew Shelters when he got older, poor thing hasn’t been the same since.

Farmer goes to see what pups are available since they have plenty of farmland now, surely a dog would love the wide open spaces. There are plenty of pups that are practically falling over themselves to introduce themselves to Farmer, young things with glittering eyes and wagging tails.

Then there’s Shane who takes one look at Farmer and decides he wants nothing to do with them. The shelter warns Farmer that Shane has bitten before and that he guards resources, not ideal for a first time pup owner.

Farmer is head over heels for him, of course. The walk home is a long one, Shane stopping and setting his fat ass on the concrete and refusing to move another step. It’s an amusing scene really, watching Farmer carry this fat Labrador man on their shoulder all the way to their farm.

Shane hides for the first few days when he’s brought home. If he can fit under the bed that’s his main hiding spot, otherwise it’s under blankets and he’s fully convinced Farmer can’t see him this way. It takes a lot of time and effort on Farmers part to gain Shane’s trust but once they do, he’s a very loyal pup.

He loves to follow Farmer everywhere on the farm, working off some of that weight he’s gained. Not to worry though, he’ll always be fat and happy if Farmer has anything to say about it. Farmer loves to give him a taste of the crops they’re growing, his nose scrunching and showing his displeasure when he finds a scent particularly distasteful. It makes Farmer laugh every time.

Life is amazing until Shane has a moment of aggression over a toy and bites Farmer. It doesn’t draw blood but it’s enough to make Farmer yelp and pull away in shock. Shane is shocked at himself, he thought he was doing so well. He was a good boy, he thought he was a good boy now. Farmer can tell he’s guilty and ashamed and doesn’t hold it against him, that doesn’t mean Shane isn’t going to make himself sleep on the front porch tonight as a self punishment, though. This is something that Farmer has to work with Shane on.

All in all he’s a precious man and deserves to lay in the grass while Farmer rubs his belly. His tail won’t stop wagging when they do that, it’s almost as good as ear and chin scratches.

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He’s a perverted little pup is what he is. He genuinely can’t help it, a little whiff of you after a hard days work and he’s hard as rock. Underwear will go missing for days and then reappear covered in drool and cum, usually accompanied with holes that have been chewed. He always gets in trouble for it but will always come back for more.

Humping. Humping everything, everywhere, all the time. It’s the worst when he’s in rut, no firm, shapely surface is safe from his wrath. He’s ruined multiple pairs of pants, blankets, pillows, even bed corners. He gets annoyed and irritated during his ruts too, drama queen for real.

“Shane.” “Nghnn.. huff… huff…” “Shane.” “Fuck off, you see I’m busy!”

Then of course you have to punish him for being a shithead of a pup, it involves a lot of making him beg and reminding him of who he belongs to. Stuffing his nose into your crotch and watching as he gets overwhelmed with the scent, his cute cock twitching with want.

Oh he’s such a good boy now, putty in your hands. He just wants to hump your leg for a little bit, that’s not too much to ask, is it? He’ll lay his scruffy face on your thighs, those floppy ears of his all perked up and attentive. And that cute ass tail of his. It’s going a million miles an hour now as he continues to scoot more and more forward.

Of course, Farmer will cave and whether it’s Farmer fucking him or him fucking Farmer, Shane is gonna be a drooling mess. He whines and he pants and he is loud. Thank goodness Farmers land is quite a ways from town. He’ll moan and babble about how he’s Farmers good boy. He’s not a dumb mutt anymore, he’s Farmers precious boy.

Shane fucks the hardest during his ruts or when he’s jealous. When Farmer comes home and smells like other hybrids, he just can’t stop sniffing them. Where have they been? Who touched them? This is unacceptable, this must be corrected! Cue Farmer being pinned down and roughed rutted against as Shane asserts his scent and his dominance.

Shane is always all cuddles after he’s cum, snuggling up and enjoying as farmer strokes his ears and lets him stuff his cock in them as they both fall asleep. <3

GRRRRAAHHH I LOVE PUPPYBOY SHANE HRHRHG

[etherealily]

Hey, I'm literally in love with your writing and the way you write about Nate. The whiplash series? Amazing, chef kiss 🩷🫵🏽

So I wanted to ask if you could do some headcanons about it, like to have an insight about how Nate's mind works and stuff because there's a lot of things wrong with that guy and I think you could be amazing at writing it lol

So that's it, I can't wait for the next chapter, it's really good. Hope you're well btw bye 🩷

Mwah 💋 ! I adore you! Thank you for saying that about my writing!

Alright, so headcanons , never done them before, but here goes.

I think that if Whiplash!Nate's dead serious about two things in the world, it's

His principles

His reputation

1.

✩ He is FIRM on the fact that he never has and never WILL lie to you.

✩ He thinks different people deserve different things. With Maddy, it was 'I've always got your back'. With Cassie, it was 'I'll tell you anything you want to hear'. With you, it's 'I'll never lie to you.'

✩ He cut himself, too. Under his jersey. He realised, in hindsight, that he made it seem like he just did that to you, the huge, obvious '18' etched onto you, but he kept his promise. The star you drew? On his neck, just as you had put it. But he's wearing a helmet, sweetheart, don't you realize?

✩ He's also very dead serious on the fact that if he's chosen responsibility over someone, he's 100% responsible, no backing out.

✩ Which means you really could say "'sic 'em", and he would.

2.

➵ He really has that whole perfect All-American family mindset

➵ That being said, his Dad has also been super into that, too, so Nate's in heavy, constant conflict about whether he wants to maintain the image or do whatever it takes to shake his father's influence off himself

➵ Which is why the whole thing is a grey area to him

➵ The whole reason for the awkwardness at dinner is because he'd told his father that you were friends with Maddy (so as to get him off his back and not have him expect much of you) and his brother that you were some perfect all-American chick (because that's the opposite of his brother's type)

➵ He'd trapped himself, basically. Heavy backfiring.

➵ Once he realised his mother disapproved of you, he was 100% more attracted.

➵ The whole superstition thing? Yeah. 100% true.

➵ He DOES call other teammates gay for having them because 'what are you, a chick? what next, you watch tarot readings and shit?' but he is actually dead serious about these things.

➵ Will never admit this, but actually fucked with your supply of E just because he wanted to make sure you'd come to a game.

➵ He'll never forgive himself for the night at his house. He doesn't want you scared of him. No, actually, that's fine. He doesn't want you worried about him.

MISC.

♡ I wholeheartedly believe this man has ZERO self-awareness on the things that actually matter.

♡ When Nate 'claims' someone as his, it's not some dark-romance-possessive-thing, it's less conscious, I genuinely do not think even he knows how deep-in he is.

♡ Eg. He's walking you to your classes subconsciously and neither of you know it.

♡ He's making sure all the girls know Shane Crestin can't afford to take a girl out to a restaurant.

♡ He hates watching school plays and shit but he figured although you didn't know you were improving his games, you did come to every one, so he comes to all your plays.

♡ You're the only theatre kid he doesn't want to strangle.

♡ He's found he's fine with you doing theatre, because all the guys are gay, probably. And ugly.

♡ He spends less time on himself during interactions. It's not as cute as it sounds. He's less paying attention to you and more meticulously studying you. So he knows where to push to get what. Like a vending machine.

~~

XOXO

Note : This is severely watered down. I have a lot of darker stuff, but I'd need specific asks, plus I'm not sure how they'll be received (yikes), so if you have anything specific, and you want dark shit, then sends asks. I have HEAPS. MORE.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - out my sight

hello!! i just read out my sight and it was AMAZING!!! would you consider a part two, whatever you want, im just curious to see more esp with the fighting and the group probably like “y’all actually love each other?” till they see a small moment that makes them get it. if not, that’s a okay! im definitely looking forward to seeing more of your work in the future!!! ❤️ - Anon💜

Part two:

Daryl did everything to keep you out of harms way, even at the farm, nobody was allowed near you on their own, especially not Shane.

You were sat down on top of the RV, sniper in your hands as you scanned the area again.

“Hey!”

Lowering the gun, you turned around and looked down at your boyfriend.

“What?”

“I want my jacket.”

You huffed, crossing your arms and shook your head.

“Mine now, been wearing it long enough.”

“You ass that ain’t how this works, it’s mine, give it.”

You turned around, going back to your spot to keep watch and he walked around the RV, standing just below it with his arms crossed.

“Come on, give it back I want it.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t be so fuckin’ stubborn, you never liked it anyways.”

You grinned down at him, setting your gun down.

“Yeah but it’s mine now, plus it’s warm.”

“I know it’s damn warm, it’s why I want it.”

“Not happening asshat.”

“I swear to god I will come up there and take it from you.”

You mocked his words knowing full well that he wouldn’t actually come take the jacket away from you.

He knew that he wouldn’t either, he just wanted to wear it since you had been wearing it for so long.

He took the one he was wearing off and tossed it up, and you glanced at it.

“Swap me.”

“It smells like ass.”

“You smell like ass, gimme a jacket.”

You snickered, taking the one you were wearing off and you laid on your stomach, reaching down to pass it to him.

Daryl looked around and he dragged something over, standing on it he placed his hand on the back of your head, quickly kissing you before he took the jacket down and jumped on the floor.

He tossed it on and you smiled softly at him.

“You’re a bitch!” He called.

“Fuck you!”

You sat up there for a few more hours in the sun before you swapped with Dale, and you walked over to the tent your boyfriend was living in.

Looking inside, you shrugged and made your way up to the house, sitting on the steps next Lori who was watching Carl kick some stones about.

“Any idea where the dickhead went?”

“Which one?” She laughed softly.

You grinned a little at her, pulling Daryl’s jacket a little closer around you.

It did smell bad, but it still smelled like him, and it was comforting, especially after so long without being with him, knowing he was alive.

“The one that follows me likes freakin’ shadow.”

“Ah, Daryl, he went hunting.”

“He’s a dick.”

“Aren’t you dating him?” Andrea asked confused.

You shrugged a little, titling your head back to look at her and you took the cup she offered you, drinking some of the water before setting it aside.

“Yeah, but he’s still a dick.”

“Yeah, he’s not exactly the friendliest of people.” She laughed softly.

You nodded, and looked at the small group you had learned was taking care of him.

They seemed like good people, and you were glad he had that, because you knew he needed good people in his life even if he didn’t want to admit it.

You spent the day up at the house with them, helping with a few tasks that they needed help with before making your way back to the tent, sitting inside.

You laid on the blankets, closing your eyes in hope for a few hours of sleep, but it didn’t come because someone tapped the fabric.

“Hey, we’re all getting ready to eat, are you coming?” Rick asked.

You waved your hand dismissively.

“Tired…”

He chuckled a little.

“Come on, just a bit of food then you can come back for some sleep.”

“I’m gonna throw my boot at you…”

“Alright, alright. I’ll get someone to set some aside for you.”

You nodded your head and he closed the tent again, letting you go back to sleep.

You heard shouting outside, and you furrowed your brows, sitting up and unzipping the tent to peak outside, hand on a gun Daryl had left for you.

“Daryl… shut the fuck up…” you mumbled.

He whipped around, walking over he unzipped the tent.

“Get your fuckin’ ass out here.”

“Nah…”

You crawled back inside and laid down to go back to sleep, wanting to make the most of it.

“Hey! Don’t you dare go back to sleep you lazy fucker! Get the hell out here now!”

You refused and he walked into the tent, hooking his arms under yours he dragged you outside and dropped you by the fire.

Snatching a plate from Shane who protested and tried to take it back he walked over and put it next to you.

“Fuckin’ shithead, skippin’ out of meals the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Don’t be such a prick.” You said.

You pushed yourself up, sitting so you could eat the food you were given and Daryl smacked the back of your head.

“Hit me again I’m gonna break your damn fingers.”

“Try it fucker.”

Everybody shared a look.

Daryl sat behind you, resting his back on yours as he began to clean the bolts for his crossbow.

“You guys seriously love each other?” Shane scoffed.

Rick punched his friend in the shoulder.

“Mind your own fuckin’ business.” Daryl grumbled.

You leant forward then fell back, hitting your back against his.

“Be nice shithead.”

He scoffed and grumbled something you couldn’t quite hear.

When you were finished eating you made your way back inside the tent to go back to sleep, and it wasn’t long until Daryl came through a few minutes later.

He laid next to you, resting his head on your chest and you placed hand on his head, gently messaging his scalp.

He hummed a little bit, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Don’t see why I gotta play nice with ‘em. Don’t like ‘em, I like you.”

“You bitch, you hardly play nice with me as it it.”

“Yeah, but you love me.” He smirked.

He leant up, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw, then your shoulder.

“Don’t you try sucking up now.”

“Come on, say it.”

“No.”

“Say you love me darl.” He whispered.

You hummed a little, placing your hand on the side of his face, running your fingers along his cheek, tilting his head up towards you.

“Say it first…”

“Course I love you stupid.”

You grinned from ear to ear.

“Daryl Dixon loves me.” You beamed.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Laughing, you leant down, and he leant up, connecting your lips together.

You pulled away and he rested his head on you again, closing his eyes.

“Go to sleep..” you whispered.

He nodded, and fell asleep before you, but you knew he was still half awake.

He woke up before you, and he brushed his knuckles along your face, then leant down, kissing your forehead.

He looked between the two jackets and he picked up the one you had recently been wearing.

He was off back out today, and he knew you knew, but he wanted to go before you woke up so you wouldn’t attempt to go with him.

You decided to stick near the RV to wait for him to come back, so when Andrea announced a Walker and you looked through the scope of your gun.

You couldn’t get a good view, so you climbed on the fence, standing on it to try and get a better view.

“Don’t shoot!” You called up.

“Come on it’s just one, I can take it!”

“Yeah and draw others! I’ll go out!”

You jumped the fence, putting the gun on your bag you caught the stick that was thrown to you by Dale and you slowly crept closer.

The closer you got the better you could see.

“Daryl?” You called.

He looked up, and you ran over.

You heard the others shouting and you wrapped your arm around him, placing a hand on the wound in his ribs.

“Don’t shoot!” You yelled.

Daryl coughed a little, leaning against you, his head on yours.

“You’re alright sweetheart, we’re gonna get you some help yeah? You’ll be just as new..”

“Ain’t a few war wounds sexy on a man?” He smirked.

You laughed a little, taking hold of his hand.

“Ya damn right.”

The others ran over, and you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s chest.

“Don’t hurt him! He’s still human!”

“Come on, let’s get him back to Hershel.”

There was a bang, you and Daryl were thrown back.

Quickly rolling over you looked at the wound on his head.

“No.. no… no… Daryl…?”

“Get him! T-Dog get (Y/N)!”

You were hauled away from Daryl and you yelled, trying to break free so you could get back to him.

“Fighting me isn’t gonna help him!”

You stopped, tears running down your face and T-Dog let you go so you could run after them back to the farm house.

You fell jumping the fence, scraping your arm.

You tried to run into the house but they wouldn’t let you in.

“(Y/N)! Calm down!” Lori pleaded.

You stood there, and you turned your gaze to Andrea.

“You fucking shot my boyfriend….”

“I.. I’m sorry.. I.. I thought…”

“You shot him!”

You charged forward and you were pulled back, thrown aside by Shane, and Carol knelt next to you placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I swear to fuckin’ god if he dies Andrea I’m gonna kill you…” you sneered.

“You’re bleeding..” Carol whispered.

“I ain’t getting it looked at ‘till I know he’s alive.”

“You think that’s what he would want? You know he’d want you to get looked at.”

You looked up at her, tears burning your eyes.

“Not until I know he’s alive…”

She slowly nodded her head.

“Alright.”

So, you sat there, staring at the house, waiting.

You could see them all talking at the front, and it was Rick and Lori who walked over.

The crouched in front of you.

“He ain’t dead… tell me he ain’t dead.. Rick I swear to god…”

“He’s alive. He’s alive, but he needs to rest before you can see him, alright? That all Hershel asks.”

You nodded your head, knowing it was for the best if he were left to rest alone, but you knew that Rick wouldn’t lie to you.

“Come on, let’s get your arm looked at.”

You let them pull you up and you followed Lori inside to get your arm cleaned and bandaged.

The whole night you stayed on the porch, just waiting and nobody dared to move you, even as the sun rose and they began to come and go.

Lori came over.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I know you want to wait for him, but you think you could help me with some stuff?”

You nodded, needing the distraction and to keep yourself away so you helped her with some cleaning and things by the RV.

“You know she didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t give a fuck, I did Lori. If Daryl dies. If he turns. Amma put a bullet straight through her eyes.”

“You really gonna do that for me?”

You spun around, dropping what you were holding, and Daryl grinned a little bit at you.

“Ain’t that sweet.”

You walked over, placing your hand on his ribs, able to feel bandage from under his shirt, then you raised your hand, brushing your fingers against the one on his head.

He brought his hand up, taking yours and he held it to his chest, leaning down to put his forehead against yours.

“Am alright, ain’t no need to go killin’ people now is there?”

“She shot you…”

“Everybody wanted to shoot me at least once, takes more than a bullet to bring me down darl, you know this.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes as you brushed your nose against his.

You sniffled a little and he pulled away, bringing a hand to your face so he could wipe away the tears.

“Hey, come on now, don’t cry. I’m alright.”

Everybody kept their distance, but it all made sense to them now.

You guys argued a lot, but that moment made them all realise how much you really did love each other.

The way he wiped your tears away, resting your head on his chest, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with the other on the back of your head.

The way you clung to him tightly as if he were the one thing keeping you together.

Daryl kissed the top of your head repeatedly.

“Come on, come on darl… stop cryin’ am starting to feel bad and I was the one who was shot…”

You laughed weakly and you pulled away.

Taking your jacket off, you wrapped it around his shoulders, and he smiled a little at you, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Come on, let’s get you some sleep moron, I heard you been awake all night.”

You nodded and he took your hand, leading you to his tent so you could get some sleep.

He sat down with a grunt of pain, and you looked at him worried, but he just guided your head to his chest, letting you rest on it.

He ran his fingers through your hair, just like you did for him, and he held you tightly and close, making sure you were safe.

When he woke up after being shot he was terrified it was you that was hurt, and they wouldn’t let him go see you until he slept and was rested enough.

You held his hand close to you, and he smiled down at you, shuffling down so he was laid down with you curled up next to him

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 9

Hello and welcome back to this wonderful fic! Like I've said before having a set schedule for each story got hard and I've resorted to posting on vibes alone.

This week's vibes are all over the place because of the pain in my elbow. It's getting better but it's taking every ounce of self-control and self-preservation I have not write as many words a day as I can to make up for lost time and slowly work my way back up to my old schedule so I don't re-injure it.

But as I've said, if you want to see a specific work more often, drop me an ask and I'll see what I can do.

Here we have Eddie being a sweetheart and Steve and his friends being dorks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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NDAs were such a large part of Steve’s life he couldn’t remember a time he didn’t have them. For everything.

Even producers had to sign them before they could even breathe in the direction of The Fallen in the recording studio.

It was an exhausting but necessary part of his life. Just like the locked room in his apartment.

Shane and Spence had done an amazing job with Steve’s little notebook of song material. And shocker, only two of them were love songs. Most of the rest of the songs were about trying to survive in a world you had to hide.

He knew that a lot of critics would tell them to lose the masks if it bothered them so much, but at this point Steve didn’t care. They were working on their third album in three years and he was fucking tired.

“Again, from the top,” the producer said into the com. “Abbadon you got a little pitchy on the second line. Watch it. Astraeus, you’re coming in too early. It’s duh-ba-ba-dun and then you come in. You’re coming in on the first ba.”

Steve and Shane nodded and they began again.

Steve’s brain thought it was going to melt out of his ears. He had a test for his certification after today’s session in the studio and he was sure all the information would have leaked out by then.

But apparently Steve’s brain went on autopilot taking the test, and not only did he pass, he passed with full marks.

Spence clapped Steve shoulder. “Hey, man if this whole rockstar gig ever falls apart, you should come be an EMT with me.”

Steve grinned back. That wasn’t a bad idea actually. With his lifeguard training and his affinity for thinking well under pressure, it really was the ideal job.

“I might just take you up on that.”

They broke up for the day and as Steve was putting away his guitar his phone rang.

“Hey, Eds,” he greeted.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie replied. “How did your test go?”

“I aced it!” Steve said, bouncing on the tips of his toes in excitement.

“What?” Eddie cried. “Baby, that’s so amazing! We’ll definitely go out tonight and celebrate. But that’s not the reason I’m calling.”

“Oh?” Steve asked.

“How far are you guys into the album?” Eddie asked, hesitantly.

Steve frowned for a moment. He looked over at Spence and Hopper. They had all had a really rough session today and it had become almost grueling in a way that the other two albums never felt.

“Not as far as we’d like,” Steve admitted. If anyone knew what they were going through it was Eddie.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Eddie commiserated. “Would it be better to continue at it or take break touring?”

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully. It would be nice to actually take time with the album and not push it out as quickly as possible.

“A break for sure,” Steve murmured. “We’re on our third album in three years, and even though we just got back from a tour, it was less exhausting than being in the studio right now.”

Eddie was silent for a moment. “Have you thought about changing the studio you’re working in? Sometimes a change of scenery can help.”

“I guess we could try,” Steve muttered. “I just didn’t think we had that kind of pull with the record label yet. I’ll call Robin later and see what she can do.”

Eddie hummed in agreement. “So the reason I was asking, babe, is that they have given us a choice of two sets of dates. One that would start at the beginning of the new year and one that would start next summer. And since we’re taking you with us, our management is going to coordinate with yours.”

“Oh.”

Steve wasn’t sure which he would prefer, if he was being honest. “Can I talk to my boys and get back to you on that?”

“Sure thing, Stevie,” Eddie said fondly. “You can tell all about what you guys decided when we meet up for drinks tonight, how does that sound?”

Steve let out a little sigh of relief. “Yeah, that sounds great, Eds. Text me the details.”

“You’ve got it!” Eddie said and then they both said their goodbyes and hang up.

More work, Steve thought mournfully. He didn’t want more work. He was tired and miserable and he should have been happy. The record was liking the album so far, they were about to go on tour with the biggest metal band in the world, he was dating Eddie. Why wasn’t he happy?

He put his head in his hands and forced himself to breathe. He knew that a lot of what he was feeling was being forced to wait when he didn’t want to.

That even if he was out as Abbadon, he couldn’t be out with Eddie. Both of their labels would have literal bitch fits. They could be out to their friends, but as far as the media went, that was off limits. Being bisexual or gay was better now, but it could still tank their careers if they came out with actual same sex partners. Steve’s career especially, new as it was.

Steve let out a low shuddering breath. This whole masked identities shit was tough. He didn’t know how those other bands could handle it. Maybe the difference was that their families knew. He honestly didn’t know.

But he had chosen to walk down this road. When they first started playing and getting turned away by how they looked, they chose to not change themselves, but to become someone else. And it worked and he really couldn’t argue with the results.

Steve loved his job. He loved that he got be in a band with his best friends and that his platonic soulmate was their manager. He loved getting out there on stage and singing his heart out. But it was hard sometimes.

He pulled out his phone and called Robin. “Hey, what are the label’s requirement on getting this album done? Like does it have to be at this studio with this producer?”

“One sec,” Robin said, pulling it up on her computer. She scanned the document complete with searching for key words. “Doesn’t look like it. Why? What’s up?”

“You know how we’ve hit a wall in the studio?” Steve asked around chewing on his thumb.

She scoffed. Of course she knew. “And you’re thinking a change of venue might help or at the very least a new producer?”

“Yeah...” Steve said. “Eddie suggested it, but I wasn’t sure if we had that kind of clout with the record label.”

Robin was quiet on the line, but Steve could feel the cogs in her head turn. “I’ll get on it.”

“Thanks,” he said, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Did Eddie’s label send over the tour dates?”

“Let’s see...” she hummed. “Yup! I’m reading through them... and I’m guessing you to talk with everyone before making a final decision?”

“Right in one,” Steve said. “Preferably with whether or not we get someone else in to produce.”

“You’ve got it, babe,” she said. “Does this have a deadline?”

“Eddie said he would like to know by tonight,” he said, “but I can tell him we’re still working things out and that’s we’ll get back to him.”

“That would be ideal, yes.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I’ll still talk to the boys and at least get a feel for what they’re thinking even if we can’t shift producers or studio.”

“Sounds good,” Robin said. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I learn anything.”

He hung up and pulled up the group chat and messaged his friends to meet at his place. He had stuff he wanted to talk with them regarding upcoming tour dates.

Simon and Shane texted back immediately. Spence had left them on read for about fifteen minutes before responding with a question about how long they would be.

And then the ribbing began.

-Oohh...you with that girl?- Shane

-He totally is!!- Simon

-Pics or it didn’t happen- Steve

-Pics!- Simon

-Yeah, man, is she cute?- Shane

-Why do you care, Shane? You’re gay- Spence

-Because like a flower I can appreciate the feminine form, even if I don’t want to fuck it- Shane

Pic comes in of Spence on his couch with a gorgeous dark-skinned woman with soulful eyes and long black hair.

-Meet Nadia

-Lucky guy!- Simon

-That’s quite the flower :P- Shane

-Yeahhh...I’m sorry, man, as much as I would like to let you stay with your lady love, we really need to talk. Business. :(

-I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. -Spence

-lol! You keep telling yourself that and maybe one day I’ll believe you- Shane

-GASP! Spence doesn’t love us! :’(- Simon

-Damn it. Fine I love you all- Spence

-Simon uses sad emoji against Spence, it’s super effective! (pokeball emoji)- Steve

-Meet at my place as soon as you can- Steve

There was the usual chorus of affirmative responses and Steve set down his phone.

He looked up at the ceiling as he huffed out a sigh. His friends were on the way, Robin was trying to fix the problem with them hitting a brick wall making their album, and Eddie was supportive.

It helped that Spence was dating now, too. They could commiserate about their love lives.

Simon hated that while he could get girls as Asmodeus but not as himself he swore off dating until he found someone who liked him for him and not just because he was a rock god.

Shane just liked having fun. Wherever that took him. Usually gay bars with lots of booze and dancing.

They weren’t “rich and famous” enough for the wild parties and shit. At least not yet. They were getting a lot traction with their second major album though so that was probably going to change fast.

Steve just glad that he would have Eddie and Robin holding his hand though this.

He looked over at the contract on his table and sighed. Like Spence, he really did love his job. And he knew that there were hundreds of bands wishing to be in his shoes.

He could do this.

He was, after all Abbadon, lead singer of The Fallen and he knew how to do this shit.

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