#advil tastes really sweet

[peophonia]

My solution to all my friends inconveniences

[butnobodycame627]

mouth tastes like tums… <- this is because she just had tums

[andvys]

Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter sixteen ⭐︎ Hold me, love me, touch me, honey

Warnings: 18+ minors don’t interact! smut, unprotected sex, *cough* breeding kink *cough*, slight allusions to pregnancy? but not really. not proofread... ignore any mistakes please

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve's newfound feelings awaken something else in him when you reveal a little secret to him.

Word count: 7.9k+

Author’s note: I'm sorry for taking so long with this chapter, I hope it was worth the wait though and that you guys will enjoy it! shoutout to @hellfire--cult for helping with this as always hehe ♡

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The aching in your head is the first thing you feel when you wake from your deep sleep, the throbbing pain making you groan in displeasure. When you open your eyes, you quickly shut them again, it’s not even that bright in the room, the curtains are closed but the little light that peeks through is still enough to hurt your sensitive eyes. You scrunch your nose and raise your hands up towards your face, hiding your eyes with your palms, you roll over on your side and sink your face into Steve’s pillow. 

You can still taste the beer in your mouth and it brings back the nausea that has been haunting you for a while. 

You raise your head and touch the spot beside you, sliding your palm back and forth, only to find Steve’s side of the bed empty. 

He is downstairs, you can hear the radio, it’s not even loud but your ears could pick up any sound right now. 

You squint open your eyes and give yourself a moment to adjust to the light, you stretch your arms out and inhale his scent that lingers all around you, embracing the fluttering in your heart. You slowly push yourself up but keep the covers over your body, looking over at the nightstand on your side of the bed, a smile appears on your face when you see the glass of water and Advil along with a little note ‘drink up, blondie – and come downstairs for coffee and breakfast’. Your dry mouth is begging for the water, you scoot over and reach for it, gladly grabbing the painkiller too, you throw it into your mouth and wash it down with the water. 

From the corner of your eye, you see the clothes you wore the night before, the skirt he slid down your body, the top and the bra he took off for you before he helped you put on his shirt. 

Pictures of last night start flashing in your mind, you remember how he held your hand and how he kissed you, how he held you and refused to let you out of his sight. He was soft with you, gentle and sweet — how you always wished him to be with you. 

Was it because of how you acted? Because of the side you always refused to show? 

The alcohol in your system revealed something you were always afraid to show, a you that you’ve always kept sacred, because you were too afraid to show your real self to people, the gentle and caring side, the loving one that craved intimacy and affection so so badly. This side of you is too vulnerable and you don’t like it, you don’t like to be perceived that way. You’d rather let people keep seeing you like this — rough, mean and cold. They won’t know if you’re hurt, they won’t see through your act, they won’t see you, and you want to keep it that way. 

Embarrassment fills you the longer you think of how you were around him, how giddy and happy you were, how love guided you to kiss him and treat him as though he was your boyfriend when he wasn’t, when he isn’t, when he will never be. 

How will you face him after last night? 

What does he think of you now? 

Will he treat you differently now? 

Can you just pretend like you don’t remember a single thing and you can both go back to normal?

You throw the covers off your body and get up from the bed, making a trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth, wash your face and comb through your hair to make yourself look more presentable before you walk downstairs to join Steve in the kitchen. 

Your heart starts doing pitter patters the closer you get to him, feeling nervous to look into his eyes and trying to pretend like everything is normal between you both like his soft touches didn’t fill you with a sliver of hope – something that makes you feel like a fool, there is no hope, there shouldn’t be, but your stupid heart can’t understand that. 

When you walk into the kitchen and you look out the window, you realize that it’s not even that bright out, the sun is only peeking through the big clouds, drops of rain roll down the windows, and the faintest sound of thunder rumbles through the sky, overpowering the music playing from the radio. 

Goosebumps rise up on your skin, an unsettling feeling appears in your stomach but you’re not afraid, despite how uneasy you feel, you’re not afraid, because you aren’t alone, because you’re with him. 

It smells like coffee and waffles, the mixed scents making your lips curl into an excited smile. 

Steve is standing with his back to you, finishing up on the waffles that he’s already got a stacked up plate of, he is sipping on his coffee and you wonder how long he has been up for already. 

His head is slightly banging along to the music, his hair is still messy, uncombed and unstyled, he is wearing a white tank top and sweatpants, he looks so cozy – that’s how you love him the most. 

You take in a shaky breath and open your mouth to speak, to say good morning, to say something as the nervousness seeps in deeper but he beats you to it, as though he can feel your eyes on him, he turns around to face you, his hazel eyes lighten up at the sight of you, the smugness that sinks into his features makes you shrink into yourself a little, your cheeks heat up and you suddenly feel flustered. 

“Good morning, Blondie,” he smirks, eyeing you up and down as he takes you in, how you look in his shirt – he will never get tired of this sight. “How are you feeling?” 

“Morning,” you murmur as you make your way over to the coffee maker, you reach for one of the mugs in the cupboard and place it on the counter, pouring yourself some coffee, you take your time turning back to him as you try to calm your nerves and your blushing. “Good… surprisingly.”

Steve chuckles behind you, you hear his footsteps and how he opens the fridge, getting something out of it before closing it again. 

“Yeah, you were pretty drunk last night,” he clears his throat and you suddenly feel his breath on your shoulder and his hand on your waist as he places the creamer on the counter before you, “no hangover?” 

His hand lingers and he doesn’t step away just yet. 

“Thanks,” you murmur as you reach for the creamer and pour some into your coffee, “my head hurts a little but I feel fine.” 

Steve nods behind you, he squeezes your waist and fights the urge to just turn you around and steal your breath away by kissing you deeply. 

“Did you drink the water and the Advil I put on the nightstand?” 

He doesn’t remove his hand, even when you turn around to face him, he leaves it on your waist. 

You cup the mug with both hands and bring it up to your lips, taking a sip as you look up into his eyes. The burning in your cheeks is still there, the heat matching the one of the hot beverage in your hands. 

“Yeah, I did.” 

“Good,” he nods, eyeing your face slowly. 

He can tell that you’re flustered and shy even – that is a rare sight to see, it makes the fluttering in his heart so much stronger. 

You blink as you stare up at him and take another sip, squirming a little when he takes a step closer. 

Steve can’t help but chuckle to see you blushing, he brings his hand up towards your face, slipping his fingers through your hair before he tucks it behind your ear. 

“Do you want another kissy?” 

Your lips part and your eyes widen, more embarrassment rushes through you at his teasing. 

Steve chuckles again when you roll your eyes and groan. 

“Stop!” You whine, not knowing that this sound only makes him adore you even more. “I was so drunk!”

“Yeah? I couldn’t tell,” he snorts, shaking his head in amusement. 

“That was the alcohol talking,” you murmur, lying. 

“Was it?” He asks, furrowing his brows as he tilts his head to the side, adoringly so. “I don’t know, I really liked this Blondie. She was so cute and touchy.” 

Whether he’s teasing or mocking you, your heart doesn’t seem to care as it beats even faster in your chest. The thought that Steve could find you cute makes you feel giddy and it fills you with a sense of happiness only he can make you feel. 

You roll your eyes at him but he chuckles as a smile tugs at your lips. 

Steve’s hand moves from the side of your face to your shoulder and then to your waist again. 

“Don’t get me wrong, your mean side grew on me but you were so adorable last night.” 

Adorable. 

He is teasing you, you are sure that he is just teasing you, the smirk on his lips, the glowing mischief in his eyes gives him away. 

“Don’t forget your waffles,” you blurt out, not knowing what else to say to that. 

He huffs in amusement and squeezes your waist once more before he steps away from you, making his way back to the kitchen counter, he opens the waffle maker and takes out the last one, placing it on the plate before he turns his head to look at you. 

“Come on, I already set up the table.” 

You turn to look at the round kitchen table, seeing it set up just the way it was the first time he made you breakfast. 

Warmth blooms in your chest and your eyes soften. 

He held you in his arms when you fell asleep last night, he got up before you just to make you breakfast – your favorite kind too. 

Is he like that with everyone? 

Does he treat all his hookups like this? 

Does he make them breakfast too or hold them in his arms until they fall asleep?

Or are you the only one that gets all this? 

You don’t even know if he is seeing anyone, if someone else occupies your side of his bed when you don’t see each other. 

Your eyes follow him as he makes his way over to the table and places the plate full of waffles in the middle. 

The thought that someone else might get this too makes you feel uneasy, upset, and hurt. 

He looks at you with furrowed brows, looking as you stand there with a frown on your face, holding the mug against your chest as you stare at him. 

“Come here, your waffles are gonna get cold.” 

You blink, snapping out of the thoughts that leave you with a bitter taste on your tongue. 

You nod and step away from the kitchen counter, you hold the mug tightly in your hands as you make your way over to him. 

Steve pulls back the chair for you, waiting for you to take a seat. 

You try to hide the surprise and the blush on your face as you hide your face behind your hair and turn your back to him as you sit down but it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he smiles to himself, adoring this shy side of you. 

“Eat, Blondie,” he murmurs, patting your shoulder before he walks around the table and takes the seat across from you, “we need to get some energy back in you.” 

“Yeah, I actually agree,” you chuckle, picking up a waffle for your fork, “I feel like there’s a huge hole in my stomach.”

“You need to eat more,” he says sternly. “You devoured that chicken sandwich last night.”

“Mhmm it was heavenly,” you nod and pour some syrup on your waffle, “especially after all the beers I’ve had.” 

Steve chuckles, picking up the bowl with strawberries and raspberries, he puts them on your plate, “you need some vitamins too.”

“Yes, mom.”

“Shut up,” he snorts. 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, only the sound of the radio continues on. You eat your waffles and drink your coffees, sharing glances and sweet smiles, a few comments here and there, his foot touching your own under the table. This is nice. You could get used to this.

If only you knew that he feels the same. 

Steve watches you, how you comfortably sit here with him, enjoying the breakfast that he made for you, you’re much quieter than you were last night and he can’t help but miss the other side of you — the clingy and touchy one, the one that asked for kisses and even peppered his face in them. He wonders if you even remember any of it or the things you’ve said to him. You rambled so much, that you probably forgot about the comments you made. 

He takes a sip of his coffee and clears his throat, “do you remember what you said to me last night?” 

Despite remembering everything, you can’t help but panic slightly, wondering if there’s a small detail you can’t recall, that you might’ve said something you tried to keep secret, that you accidentally revealed your feelings, or even confessed your love for him. 

“Uh… I think I’ve said a lot,” you chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your neck as you straighten your back. 

He laughs and nods, “yeah you did, but you told me you had a surprise for me. What’s that about?”

The look on his face is a curious one, his head is tilted to the side, tapping his fingers against his mug. 

A surprise. 

Oh, you surely remember that and what you meant by ‘surprise’ and you can’t help but curse inwardly at your drunken self for thinking that it was a good idea to mention it as that. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks again and the nervousness inside of you returns once more. 

“Ah, right uh… it’s not exactly a surprise but uh…” you pause, not knowing how to start this conversation, sensing the awkwardness that is about to ruin this comforting moment already. 

He raises his brows at you, waiting for you to continue. 

You take a deep breath, breaking eye contact for a moment to look out the window. 

“Um, do you remember those three days we didn’t see each other before Vickie’s party?” You ask and look back at him. 

“Yeah.” 

“I went to the doctor one of those days…” 

His eyes widen a little, his heart skips a beat as some kind of hope swirls inside of him and a million questions start running through his mind. 

“Oh?” Is the only thing he can say as the excitement for something that probably doesn’t even exist starts building up. 

You bounce your knee and hold your mug tightly, blinking as you stare into his hazel eyes. 

“Yeah I um… I got an IUD.” 

Steve blinks a few times. 

“I’m sorry, what?” He asks in confusion, he expected something else. 

You huff, getting more and more nervous as each second passes. 

“An IUD… Birth control? Didn’t you learn that in school Lego Head?”

He nods quickly and furrows his brows again, “I know what it is, I’m just wondering why.”

The heat in your cheeks intensifies and suddenly glows so hotly, embarrassment flushes through you and as he stares at you, completely lost and confused, you feel like a deer caught in headlights. 

You had never used birth control before him, or even thought about it, you would’ve never gone without protection with anyone else, birth control or not but with Steve, it’s different. You want him. You want to feel him. You want him closer and more intimately. That one time wasn’t enough, how could it ever be? 

But while you kept thinking about this, wishing for a repeat, he clearly didn’t want the same. 

“J-Just in case,” you mumble with a shaky voice, not realizing just how nervous and small your voice sounds. 

The gears in his head start turning, though very slowly and he is still staring with parted lips and widened eyes. 

He knows what you mean by that, he knows what you want and he wants it too, he’s been wanting it so badly, he’s been thinking about it day and night, when you’re with him or not — he wants you, he wants to feel you again and again. 

He just can’t believe you fucking said that.

You blink and look down, clearing your throat as you close your eyes, feeling regret settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Just, forget I said that, it's just another measure of contraceptive, we don't need um — you know to lose the other, just to make sure you know! The IUD might fail…” You clear your throat, knowing that an IUD's failure is only... like 2%. 

Your heart starts beating wildly in your chest and you feel the need to escape this awkward situation and him. 

“I uh, I’m gonna get changed and go home… and we can talk later,” you mumble and get up from the chair, not looking into his eyes, “thanks for breakfast…” 

You rush out of the room and away from him before he can even react or say a single world. You hurry up the stairs and walk back into his room, gathering your clothes as quickly as you can. 

“You’re so stupid,” you murmur under your breath, cursing at yourself. 

What were you thinking? That he wanted you like this? That he would care and get excited about something that wouldn’t mean anything to him?  

You don’t listen to the footsteps in the hallway or the door that opens behind you but you yelp in surprise when you feel his hands on your waist and he turns you around, ripping the skirt from your hands that you were just about to put on, he throws it back on the bed and cups your cheeks, nearly making you gasp from how dark and lust filled his eyes are. 

“You can’t just tell me that you’re letting me fuck you raw and then run out on me.” 

“I—“ 

With his lips against your own, he cuts you off roughly, not letting you finish whatever you were about to say as he kisses you with desperation in his touch as his hands move from your cheeks down to your waist and he grips it tightly. 

You whimper in need, throwing your arms around his neck, you ignore the surprise and the pounding in your chest. You deepen the kiss and bury your fingers in his messy hair. 

His lips taste like coffee and the sweetness from the waffles, his chest is pressed against yours tightly, so tightly that you can feel the beating of his own heart. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you feel him against your stomach, making you squeeze your legs together as you feel heat pooling in your lower stomach. 

And just like that, all your worries, all your overthinking disappear into nothing as pleasure takes over your body. 

The kiss is messy, his lips smack against yours continuously, his hands grope your body over his shirt that he wants to get rid of. 

Steve always feels eager and desperate to fuck you, to strip you off your clothes and taste you, to pleasure you with his tongue and his fingers, to take you in a way no one else can but he isn’t sure if he ever felt this kind of need before. He feels as though his skin is on fire, the burning seeping through his flesh and only you can mend it. 

His dick strains against his boxers and his sweatpants, almost hurting from how hard it is and he can’t help but growl against your lips when you slide your hand down his body and start to palm him over his clothes. 

He slips his hands under your shirt, touching your hot skin with his cold fingers. 

The sound of your whimper only pushes him further into you, gaining dominance in the kiss as his tongue moves against yours eagerly. 

He pulls away just enough to murmur against your lips, “you drive me crazy, Blondie.” 

You can’t hold back the whine that falls from your lips, you almost feel embarrassed for what he turns you into every time he touches you. 

His eyes are dark, almost unrecognizable, he looks hungry, like he’s starving, for you. And it does little to mend your own hunger. 

He grabs your waist tighter and picks you up, catching you off guard when he throws you on his bed, making you bounce on the mattress. 

Steve makes quick work of getting rid of his tank top before he crawls on top of you, spreading your thighs with his knee and reaching for the hem of your shirt, he practically rips it off of your body and exposes your bare chest to him, his eyes grow even darker in the process. 

He grabs your boobs with his large hands, pinching your nipples, he leans down and hovers over you. 

“Steve!” You moan, lips parting as you chase after his lips. 

“Keep moaning like that for me,” he murmurs before he smashes his lips back against yours, kissing you just as roughly as before. 

You close your eyes and reach for his shoulders, holding tightly onto him as you move your lips against his, melting into the kiss. 

You don’t even bother to try and fight for dominance, you won’t win, not today. Steve is in control, and you don’t mind, not for a single second. The pace of the kiss, the touch of his hands, his moans, and the roughness of his lips turn you into a desperate mess as you arch your back and lean into his touch, trying to grind against him. 

Your panties are already damp, the material clinging to your pussy and you just want him to rip them off you just as he did with the shirt. 

As though he can read your mind, he slips his hand down your stomach, his fingers reach the flimsy material that still covers you. He presses your hips down before he touches you the way you’ve been whining for. He groans into the kiss when he feels how wet you are, knowing that he is the cause of it. 

“Is that all for me?” He asks, not moving away from your lips, he rubs circles on your clothed clit, making you whine for more. 

“You know it is!” You don’t feel ashamed to admit it, you don’t bother to hide something that is so obvious anyway. 

He chuckles in satisfaction as he moves his middle and ring finger lower, teasing your entrance. 

“D-Don’t tease me,” you beg, pleading with your eyes as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” He smirks, pecking your lips as he moves your panties to the side. “So desperate that you want me to fuck you raw, huh?” He asks as he slips his fingers through your wet folds, gathering your slick and bringing his digits up to your clit. 

“Yes!” You whine as you buck your hips up, grinding against his fingers. 

“You want me to cum inside of you again, don’t you? Want me to fill you up, honey?” He asks as he continues to tease your clit before he slips two fingers into your dripping hole. 

You suck in a sharp breath, closing your eyes as a loud moan escapes you, he catches it with his lips, smashing his mouth back against yours, stealing your breath with the kiss and the pace of his fingers as he starts to drag them in and out of you, keeping your legs spread with his left hand. 

He lets you adjust for a moment, spreading you open with his long fingers, he kisses you deeply and grinds against your thigh, getting desperate for relief himself. 

The touch of your hand and the feeling of your lips against his own makes his heart flutter and his dick twitch in anticipation. 

This moment is all so driven by lust but he can no longer deny the way you make him feel, the way he needs to feel you close otherwise he might go insane, he wonders if you feel the same, if that is the reason why you want him in a whole new way. 

You clench around his fingers and move your hips, wanting more, wanting him deeper. You mewl against his lips when he curls his fingers inside of you and his thumb presses against your aching clit. 

“Do you hear that?” He asks breathlessly, pecking your lips over and over again. “You’re dripping for me.” 

Steve admires the scrunch of your nose and the furrowed brows, the desperate look in your eyes as you look into his. Your skin is flushed, your chest is rising up and down heavily, your nipples hardened from the coldness in the room and the pleasure in your bones, you’re getting wetter and tighter around his fingers. 

“But you want more, right?” He asks and leans down to wrap his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it, “you want me to breed you, don’t you?” 

His words are driven by lust, a part of him he doesn’t recognize shining through, surprising both you and himself. 

You gasp, your cheeks flushing even deeper as the heat rages underneath your skin. You feel too shy to admit it but this might be exactly what you wanted. 

You liked it when he fucked you against his door, when he came inside of you and his cum rolled down your thighs, you loved it even, despite how messy it was, you loved it because it was him. 

You nod and shut your eyes again, your mouth waters at the feeling of his fingers hitting your g-spot and you arch your back in pleasure as your hands find their way back to his hair, pulling and playing with it, making him match his moans with yours. 

“P-Please, Steve…” You whimper as you feel the fire building up in your stomach, beginning to crash over you, “I’m so close.”

Steve starts kissing your chest and making his way up to your neck, tilting your head to the side to suck a mark onto your delicate skin as he continues to fuck you, faster and rougher, moaning at the squelching sounds and your pretty whimpers. 

“Yeah?” He breathes, peppering kisses along your neck and your jaw, “are you gonna be a good girl for me and cum around my fingers?” 

“Yes!” 

Your breathing gets heavier, your heart starts pounding faster and you can’t help but reach for his face, dragging him back to you so you can slam your lips back against his as your fingers dig into his hair roughly when he rubs your clit faster, throwing you over the edge with his touch. 

You kiss each other feverishly, you scrunch your eyes shut, letting the pleasure take control, letting him slam his fingers in and out of your pussy, causing tears to build up in your eyes from the hot intensity. 

“Let go for me,” he whispers against your lips, “cum for me.” 

One more thrust and a deeper swipe against your clit has you crying out his name in pleasure and this time, he lets you shut your legs around his arm, though that doesn’t stop him from moving his fingers still. 

Stars flash in your vision and the wind gets knocked out of you, the overwhelming high crashing over your body. 

“S-Steve,” you whimper. 

“Yes?” He kisses your lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“You!” 

“Me?” He smirks, licking his lips as he looks down, watching the way your thighs are shaking already. “How do you want me? Tell me, honey.”

You are so deep in your pleasure, no shame, no shyness exists for you in this very moment. You are so eager to feel him the way you’ve been craving him for weeks now. 

“I want your cock, Steve–” You whine, tugging at his hair. “Please fuck me!” 

He chuckles darkly, eyes growing five shades darker, something in him awakens, something that had never been there before, not even the night of Vickie’s party. 

He pulls his fingers out of you, fighting the urge to stick them into your mouth and make you lick and suck on them. He grabs your hips and manhandles you on your stomach, knocking the breath out of you again. He slaps your ass and gropes it roughly. 

“Stevie!” 

“Get on all fours for me.” 

You whine, gripping the sheets underneath you tightly as you look back at him over your shoulder, nearly pouting at him but he only slaps your ass again. 

“C’mon Blondie, wanted me to breed you, we gotta do it the right way.” 

His fingers are still coated with your slick as he pushes his sweatpants and boxers down, making his dick slap against his stomach, pre cum rolls down his length, his tip is red, he is aching for you and twitching in anticipation, knowing that he gets to fuck you without a condom.  

Steve expects you to push yourself up on your hands and knees but instead, you worsen his hunger by pressing your front against the mattress and pushing your ass up, presenting yourself to him. 

“Holy fuck,” he curses, biting back the growl that threatens to fall from his lips as he takes in the sight of you. Your pussy glistens, the arch in your back is deep, your ass up high and you look over your shoulder again, giving him a pout and desperate eyes as you beg him to fuck you and fill you up. 

The hunger in him is insatiable, he already knows it, he will never get enough of this, he will never get enough of you and he doesn’t mind, not even after last night’s realization and how easy it could now be for you to crush his heart — it’s yours now. 

He wishes that he could take a picture of this and keep it in his wallet. 

He moves closer to you, grabbing your ass and sliding his palms over your cheeks before he grips your hip tightly, slipping his already soaked fingers through your folds, he gathers your slick and uses it as lubricant to stroke his dick before he presses himself against you, pressing his lips together as he looks down at your pussy. 

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” he murmurs as he teases you with his tip, circling it around your dripping entrance, moaning at the sight of it. 

“P-Please,” you whimper, pressing your ass back against him, prompting him to hold your hip even tighter as he slips his length through your wet folds, continuing to tease you and himself.  “Just fuck me already!” 

The tone in your voice is nowhere near demanding, it’s anything but that, you're whiny and desperate – you are showing a sight only he is allowed to see. 

The excitement is burning in him, his own desperation eating at him. Seeing you like this makes him want to do things he has never done before. His fingers dig into your flesh and he sucks in a sharp breath as he slowly pushes into you. 

Your name falls from his lips in a moan, his eyelashes flutter as the pleasure finally envelopes him. With one hand on your hip and the other now grabbing your ass, he inches inside of you, groaning at the sight of your puffy lips around his length. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper, gripping the sheets tightly and shutting your eyes as you feel him splitting you open. 

“You’re taking me so fucking good, baby,” he praises you, smacking his palm against your cheek once again, making you jerk and gasp in pleasure. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” 

Your stomach flutters at his words, as your walls do around his length, causing him to moan as he pushes in deeper and deeper until he’s buried inside of you, completely. 

“Y-Yes, Steve!” You cry out. “I’m your good girl!”

You are both doing things and saying words you never thought you’d ever use, whether it’s the pleasure that is controlling you both, the desperation or something in the atmosphere but neither of you care, this is nice, this is perfect. 

“That’s right,” he growls as he pulls out and slams back in, making you cry out his name. 

Steve starts rolling his hips, roughly and desperately, picking up the pace with every thrust, making you both moan and whimper in pleasure. His cock hitting deep in every right spot, making you drool already. 

You hold onto the sheets, your eyes roll back as filthy sounds fall from your lips. You want to look back and watch him, see how good he looks fucking you like this but you find no energy to lift yourself up or turn your head. Your chest is pressed against the mattress beneath you, Steve’s hands feel so right on your hips, molding into your skin so perfectly. Waves of pleasure crash over you, making you arch your back even further, giving him an even deeper angle. 

You gasp in surprise, eyes shooting open when his large palm smacks against your flesh again. 

“You’re so filthy, honey,” Steve moans, his eyes nearly roll back as he feels your tight walls clench around him, prompting him to hold you tighter and fuck you harder, snapping his hips against your ass. “Letting me fuck you like this, wanting me to cum in this tight little pussy.” 

You feel his throbbing length, the veins on his cock, his balls slapping against your sensitive skin, the roughness of his touch and the eagerness in his voice – it overwhelms you in the best way possible, especially when you feel him growing more and more desperate the closer he gets to his high. 

“Y-Your cock feels so good!” You whimper, your head falling and your eyes closing, tears slipping from your eyes. 

“Yeah?” He breathes as he looks down at the way he is slamming in and out of you, his length glistening with your slick, your wet walls hugging his dick perfectly. You keep clenching around him, making him throb and twitch inside of you, making him whine in a way he isn’t sure he ever did before – but one thing is for sure, Steve had never felt anything like this before, and he knows he never will again after you. “Your pussy feels like fucking heaven.”

Your walls flutter around him, drool slips past your lips and down on the rumpled bed sheets, you can feel your second high approaching, you can feel the tension in your stomach, the ache in your clit. 

Steve fucks you mercilessly, dragging you back and forth on the mattress as though you are his personal fucktoy. And for a moment, you both don’t share any words, only your moans of desperation and need fill the room, the wet sounds of his dick slamming into your weeping pussy, the bed creaking beneath you, and the occasional smacks against your ass. 

His hair clings to his sweaty forehead, his cheeks are glowing red, and he doesn’t know where to look, he wants to see your face, he wants to keep staring at the way his dick disappears into you – this feels surreal, like it’s something that came straight out of his dreams. 

He feels the need to make you scream, so he slides his hand under you, his fingers finding your clit with ease, he begins to play with your sensitive nub as he changes his pace to slower but deeper and harsher. 

You gasp and twitch beneath him, trying to push yourself up only to fall back down again, the sight of it making him chuckle darkly. 

“Steve!” You scream out, feeling just how sensitive you are when he rubs your clit faster. “I-I’m so close!”

He can’t help himself when he leans down and presses his lips against your shoulder blades, murmuring against your skin, “do it, cum around my cock, baby.” 

Stars and tears blur your vision, the feeling of his lips on your skin only adding to the pleasure, the softness of it a stark contrast to the harshness of his thrusts, the sweet nickname and the swipe against your clit throwing you over the edge completely and you’re suddenly cumming and screaming out for him. 

“B-Baby,” he murmurs in a mix of a whimper and a growl, hands flying back to your hips, he grabs you tightly as he feels your walls clinging to him, making him shudder. “I’m gonna… fuck…” He groans, going to pull out, out of instinct. “I need to–”

“Cum inside of me, Stevie!” You sob as his fingers still move against your clit. “Please, please, please!” 

He can’t even control it, your words hit him so hard and he suddenly cums, hard. He spills inside of you with a loud moan and a whimper of your name, he paints your walls white and he keeps moving, even as his eyes roll back and he grows sensitive. All of this turns him on even more, not even after he reaches his high, if anything, his hunger is even more insatiable now. 

He slows his thrusts and he breathes heavily, his eyes are still clouded with lust, moans still falling as he takes in the sound of your whiny whimpers. 

Steve licks his lips as he pulls out after a moment, despite not wanting to but the vision in front of him is so worth it, his cum leaks out of your pussy and starts to roll down your thighs. He doesn’t know what gets over him when an animalistic growl falls from his lips and he gathers his cum with his fingers and pushes it back inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna let any of it go to waste,” he smirks when you whine even louder. 

You’re surprised and incredibly turned on by his action, you have to press your shaking thighs together, the ache in your center growing bigger despite the two orgasms you just had.

“Steve…”

Steve is staring at your pussy, at the way you’re sucking his fingers in, at the mess he made of you, how can he not grow hard all over again? 

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” he murmurs under his breath. 

He pushes his fingers in and out of you, admiring the way he pushes his cum deeper back inside of you – somehow the thought of what could happen if you didn’t have an IUD turns him on even more. Steve keeps going, using the same slow pace for a while, getting lost in you before he snaps back as your whimper tears him back into reality – but he wants more, he needs more, and he decides to keep you here with him, all day.

“I got you,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them off on his messed up sheets before he starts kissing up your body, letting his lips linger on your shoulder before he wraps his arm around you and flips you over on your back. 

His lust filled eyes intensify when he sees the tears pooling on your lower lash line, the needy look in your own eyes. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against yours for a short kiss, craving more of you. 

You reach your arm out weakly, and kiss him back, savoring this moment for as long as you can before he pulls away again and collapses on the bed beside you, he places his hand on your thigh, keeping it there as he starts breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. 

Silence falls over the both of you, you stare up at the ceiling, too speechless to speak, too stunned with what just happened. 

His fingertips stroke your skin, your heart is pounding in your chest, your legs quivering as his cum leaks out of you, making you press your thighs together. 

You can’t believe that you would ever be turned on by something like this, that you’d ever be here, that you’d ever do something like this with him. 

You want more and more. 

You blink, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, the fluttering in your heart and stomach taking over again. 

“So…” Steve mumbles, turning his head to look at you, to admire your beautiful side profile, “can we discard the condom from now on?” 

“Only if you wrap it up for… others,” you mumble, wincing at your own words as you don’t want to ruin the moment for yourself by thinking of this. 

Steve furrows his brows, smile falling a little. 

You think that there are others? 

You think that he could even think of being with someone else, let alone like this? 

He squeezes your thigh reassuringly, “there are no others, don’t worry about it.” He says softly. 

Your features soften and a weight falls off your shoulders and your heart, and still you can’t help but feel surprised about his confession. 

“You are the only one, Blondie.” 

He wants you dead. 

You are so sure of it, Steve Harrington wants you dead. 

Why else would he say such words to you? 

“O-Oh?” 

Steve is so in bliss, he doesn’t even notice the blush in your cheeks and the quivering tone in your voice.

“Yeah, and what about you?” 

You turn your head to look at him, you lock your eyes with his. 

What about you? 

You can never touch another man again, that is for sure. No matter what the outcome of this thing between you will be, you’re ruined, utterly ruined. 

You blink, heat flushing over your body the longer you look at him, at his messy hair that you always want to bury your fingers in, the hazel in his eyes that is now your favorite color, his puffy lips that you want to kiss, moles you want to count and trace with the tips of your fingers. 

God, he is beautiful. 

“There are no others for me either,” you whisper, feeling exposed and vulnerable to admit it to him. 

The smile that appears on his face catches you off guard, he seems… happy about it? 

And he is, he truly is. 

Steve doesn’t want you to be with anyone else, he doesn’t want you to see other men, kiss them or let them touch you the way he is allowed to. He wants to be the only one for you, he wants to be your only one. 

He squeezes your thigh again, scooting closer to you, he eyes your face and lets them linger on your lips. 

“Guess we’re exclusive then huh?” He asks with a smirk on his lips. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, hope flickering inside of you, the anxiety you felt over thoughts of him with other girls diminishing just like that. 

You try to act normal, like you aren’t fazed by his words, like your heart didn’t burst, like this isn’t anything special. 

You clear your throat, “seems like it.” 

He chuckles, hiding the happiness that flutters in him. 

This is what he wants, this is what he has been craving for a while now, to have you all to himself, to be the only to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you, to fill you up and claim you as his own. 

“You got anything to do today, Blondie?” 

“I uh… I was gonna meet up with Eddie—“

“Cancel it.” 

You raise your brows in surprise, confusion flashes in your features but your heart slips a beat when you see the darkening in his eyes again and the feeling of his hand gripping you tighter and harder. 

“What?”

He moves closer and closer until his lips are on your jaw and he tilts your head to the side so he can kiss your neck, nibbling at your skin and pressing his hand against your sensitive core again. 

“Cancel. It.” He rasps into your neck. 

A gasp tears from your lips when he slips his fingers back into your pussy, morning at the feeling of his cum inside of you. 

“You don’t need anyone but me today,” he whispers as he presses another kiss against your neck and curls his fingers inside of you. 

You bite your lip and moan when he spreads your legs with his free hand, his long fingers pushing deeper into you — you are so sensitive, so overstimulated but just like him, you can’t get enough, you want more. 

“Steve…” 

“Mhmm.” He murmurs against your neck, peppering kisses along your skin, “I know, baby. I’m gonna take good care of you.” 

And taking good care he did. He fingered you in bed until you saw stars, mesmerized by how his own spent worked as lube, mixed with your own juices. You felt exhausted after that, so he drew a bath for you and even helped you wash your hair, knowing your limbs were all tired out.

But he couldn’t have enough of you. Not when you got into his mustard sweater because you felt a little chilly, leaving your legs bare. He wanted to give you more time to relax but he couldn’t help himself while making lunch, so he had to bend you over the kitchen counter to make you scream again.

Overstimulation was very much present, to the both of you, but you couldn’t stop. You wanted to feel him and he wanted to feel you. It felt intimate, and private, but most of all… it felt… hopeful.

Hopeful that, even if you spent a whole day fucking, that this new development means something. Hopeful that this exclusivity is real and will go on until he decides to actually take the leap, to actually fight for what he wants again. Hopeful that he feels the same as you do. That you two would not do this with anyone else, but with each other.

But those thoughts can be for another day. For tomorrow. Maybe the day after, because right now, as he hugs you in the middle of the night, laying in bed, dinner devoured, and one last round of feeling one another, you feel your heart be calm for the first time in a while. 

Because for the first time ever you actually feel it. Genuine. True. It is no longer a mere word that you discard, no longer a word that sits in the back of your mind, thinking you would be so stupid to actually let yourself feel that.

But this night, you swore you felt something at the top of your head that you are sure you didn’t make it up. You felt a press at the top of it. A kiss. A good night kiss from his part as he kept rubbing circles on your lower back. This is not the same Steve from a month ago. This is not the same you from a month ago. You two are not the same as a month ago. 

So you let yourself feel it. Embrace it. And maybe… maybe it will grow more at some point that it might give you the courage to take that definite step.

You felt confident.

♡

tagging friends and mutuals

@prettyboyeddiemunson @taintedcigs @mysticmunson @corrodedcorpses @maroon-cardigan @thecreelhouse @ibellcipem @joekeerysmoles @munsonlore @sherrylyn0628 @munson-mjstan @agirlwholovesrockstars

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Golden Arches - A Hungover Joel Miller Drabble

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Pairing: No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 700 Summary: After a night of stoned and drunken debauchery Joel surprises you with your favorite hangover cure. Warnings: No outbreak Joel, a dash of smut memories, domestic fluff, mainly Joel's POV until the end, McDonald's breakfast, Sarah and I have the same favorite drink, marijuana use, alcohol.

A/N: And yet another entry into the @ohheypedrito and I talk about something and then I make it into a story. It's cute, it's short, and it makes me really want a spicy Sprite.

Masterlist

🥞🥞🥞

He wakes up, head pounding with eyelids weighted by exhaustion. The beam of sunlight slicing in through the curtains fries his brain. He stretches and groans trying not to disturb you as he rolls out of bed, feet planting against the floor, broad naked body swaying back and forth finding his sleep drunk balance. He shuffles over to the chair in the corner and slides his flannel pajama pants on. 

Foggy memories of last night awaken him. Your bubbly laughter floating across his backyard as he sings along to the song in your ear. The ashtray sitting on his knee that you ash the joint into. The taste of whiskey and ginger on your tongue diving into his mouth. Your hands in his hair as he sank to his knees and ate you out as you swang on his porch swing. 

He grumbles out of the bedroom, wiping his large hand down his face, rubbing his sparse beard against the palm of his hand. His lungs deflate with a cavernous yawn. He’s so hungover, he can only imagine how badly you’ll suffer the wrath once you wake up. 

He picks up his shirt deposited on the kitchen counter top and pulls it on. His eyes adjust to the sun shining on the patio, he gently shakes his head when he spots your bra laying in the middle of the green grass, light blue satin fabric glistening with morning dew. 

Better pick that up before Sarah gets home. 

He wonders where your pretty dress ended up as he gulps down a drink of water and takes two Advil. 

The time on the microwave tells him he better hurry, breakfast will be over soon. He checks on you, smiling at the sight of your naked body all stretched out in your peaceful slumber.

Keys jangle in his hold as he stuffs his wallet into his pocket, puts his sunglasses on and slips his feets into his sneakers. 

The Texas heat is already stifling, sweat already gathers at the back of his neck as he climbs into his truck. The engine revs and he pulls away from the home he’s made with you. 

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He parks in the driveway thanking his luck he made it right before the kitchen switched over. The truck smells of oily and sweet breakfast food, his mouth waters. 

He gathers the cup carrier and food, holding the brown paper bag in his mouth while unlocking the front door. The house is silent, you must still be asleep. 

He puts a cup filled with Hi-C Orange in the fridge for Sarah. Hoping the surprise of her favorite drink will calm her disappointment that she missed out on fast food breakfast while at her sleepover. 

He walks to the bedroom, excited to surprise you with your favorite hangover cure.

___

“Sweetheart,” he whispers against your forehead, placing a kiss against it.

You grumble, turning away from him. 

“Baby, it’s late.” 

Your grievance rumbles louder pulling a chuckle out of him. 

“Come on, I got you something,” he shakes the bag. “You gotta get up.”

Intrigued by what he surprised you with, you muster the strength to roll over, eyes lighting up at the sight of Sprite happily bubbling in all of its delicious effervescence. 

“Pancakes?” your ragged voice ekes out. 

He nods and stabs the straw in your Sprite before handing it to you. Sitting up, you wet your throat with the zesty carbonation.

“I’m sorry for this,” he apologizes before cracking the curtains open earning a hiss from you closing your eyes tight. 

You reach for the bottle of Advil on your bedside table chucking two in your mouth praying for a reprieve from the pain beating against your head. 

“Move up,” he grabs his coffee, and places a foot on the bed. You scoot forward, he sits behind, his back resting against the headboard. You settle your body against him. “Come on now, eat.” 

The smell of black coffee on his breath mixes with the maple syrup and buttery goodness of your pancakes, you feel golden just like the arches of your favorite hangover cure. 

[arrowheadedbitch]

Okay everyone, get ready for a long as hell post.

Tw, suicide attempt, suicide, suicide talk

This is my really indepth Shawn hc that is more of just straight up a story at this point

So STRAP IN!

Okay, so during the ten years, at some point Shawn is super duper depressed. He's not going well at all. He's thinking of offing himself, and he has it all planned out. But, he calls his dad first, in hopes that despite their rocky relationship his dad will talk him out of it. But, as soon as his dad picks up the phone...well, you know Henry, he assumes the worst. So Henry is already yelling at him, why are you calling, what do you need now, blah blah blah, so shawn hangs up on him without ever getting a word in edgewise, he never gets to tell him why he called, and now it's just confirmed to him that he should end it and he's feeling a little spiteful too, so he downs a bottle of painkillers, one of the ones with the candy coating, yknow? He only survives bc he didn't care to lock his apartment door and one of the random girls he's always hooking up with came by to get something she accidentally left there, he doesn't answer but the door isn't locked so she thinks she'll just slip in an get her stuff, but instead she finds shawn and gets him an ambulance. After Shawn gets better, he either manages to charisma his way into convincing the doctors that it wasn't *really* a suicide attempt and gets realesed or does his regular sneaky shit and escapes and dips town so he doesn't have to do any therapy or go to grippy sock jail.

To this day, Henry doesn't know, GUS doesn't know, NO ONE KNOWS, *shawn tells NO ONE*

And he can't take advil anymore, can't stand the candy coating.

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Hear me out, him accidentally letting it slip during a big argument with Henry

I'm thinking Shawn says something that alludes to what happened during the argument without out right saying it so Henry gets to be more confused than angry as Shawn realizes what he almost reveals and completely shuts down refisung to elaborate

I'm imaging that scene in modern family where Alex accidentally mentions to her dad that she did stuff she wasn't supposed to as a teen and slowly backs out of the room

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And I could go on a whole rant about the candy coated painkillers, and I will!

The idea of picking something that's supposed to be sweet, that is supposed to go down easier

Because that's kind of the whole point of candy coating, and Advil tastes good as hell, I don't care what anybody says

He chose something that would be sweet and go down easy for his final moments

But it ended up sickly sweet

And it still got stuck in his throat

And it burnt on the way down

He started out tasting good (there's a reason Advils child lock game is so good) but it ended up tasting awful and burning

The burn and pain contrasted with how he thought he would go out

(Maybe even a perfect metaphor for his relationship with his father too....)

The taste is stuck in his mouth forever, a taste he can never forget

The sickly sweet burn of a whole bottle of candy coated painkillers

And even just the term "Candy Coated Painkillers" feels kind of perfect for Shawn, like aiygjvifjtjejjdksndh

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Also the fact that he never tells Gus? AUGHH hits me right in the heart

He doesn't call his mom or his best friend, he doesn't tell them, they wouldn't even know until after he was long gone

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Maybe Lassie finds out at some point, finally switching gears from looking for something in his criminal record to checking his medical history

Or as a favor for Juliet (thank you Sid/@obsidiancreates ) to find out the truth about a scar he won't tell her about

Lassie doesn't tell anyone, but he does switch out Juliet's stash of Advil for Tylenol, no candy coating.

Shawn finds out he knows because he gets protective of all the new suicide cases in a completely different way than before

Shawn has to tell him to tone it down before Gus starts getting suspicious

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And then of course, there's the major angst potential of an AU where Shawn /does/ die

Especially if told from Henry's perspective...

Especially if all of Psych is just Henry imagining what could have been if Shawn didn't die......

But that's all for now!

Enjoy, angst lovers!

[Thanks to @obsidiancreates and @mores0 for talking with me about this AT LENGTH in the Psych discord :)]

[nimblermortal]

Nimblermortal's Covid Survival Tips 2023

because what's the point of having this if I can't make it easier for the next person?

First symptom for me was a mild sore throat. This started around noon; the next morning I woke up with no symptoms but feeling terrible, which I interpret as the medical "sense of impending doom" that is a real symptom.

Charmin toilet paper. This stuff is softer than Kleenex. Get you a whole roll and a shopping bag. Don't have a runny nose for a symptom? Don't care, it'll come.

Blankets you can kick on and off. I spent two days "cycling" - chills, fever, then lucidity. You need to be able to both vent and huddle.

If you are scientifically inclined: Keep a thermometer nearby. I regret not taking my temperature during the cycles, I'm really curious about whether I was running hotter or colder during the hot stages. That said, you will definitely not have enough energy to take your temperature during these stages.

Some sort of infinite podcast. It doesn't matter what it is. Honestly I recommend Critical Role even if you don't like D&D live plays. You do not care what is going on here, the point is white noise that you don't have to change. Make sure the device is plugged in. I could only nap while there was white noise happening - and when I say 'nap' I mean 'I don't know if I slept or not, just that I was face-down and some time passed'.

Advil. This will lower the fever. If you can, wait until the second day - the fever helps burn out the disease, but this only applies to the first 24 hours. But don't let the fever get too high. I ran a steady 101 F/38.3 C for two days, which is fine. You can take one every 4 hours up to 6 times a day. For me the best effects only lasted 2 hours and I was ready by the fourth (but also a stubborn pig who tried to hold out; there's no advantage to this after the first 24 hours).

Small dishes. People kept trying to feed me and I couldn't finish anything. Small dishes, plain foods, let yourself have the ability to win at meals. (Note: this may not apply to you, but I'm the sort of person who used to be sent to elementary school with a single small potato because the cafeteria was too noisy for me to eat but I needed to win at lunch.) If you're preparing just-in-case, you could put some in the freezer

Immune boosters. My aunt swears by Sambucol, which is elderberry and vitamin C and zinc. Zinc matters more if you are male. My take on the Sambucol advantage is elderberry taste good.

Non-caffeinated tea. Something that goes down the throat easy. I had a sore throat to start with, then after the cycling I've got a progressively increasing cough; warm beverage nice. (I also craved a masala tea in the middle of the cycling, so caffeine might be nice, but you probably want to let yourself sleep.)

Vicks vaporub. Apply directly to the forehead liberally once the coughing starts. The package says you can do this 3 times a day.

Don't worry about cough medicines unless you have one you trust implicitly. Mum says they're not very effective, so you want that sweet, sweet placebo effect.

Someone to watch over you. Partly to make sure you don't get it worse than I had. Mostly because when I'm weak and sick I get clingylonely and I need someone to assure me I am loved. I had the same problem with the vaccines - shivering under the blankets calling weakly for Hyacinth because I was alone and Sad. Honestly the covid has been less intense but longer.

Recovery time. Covid heals a lot slower than comparable sicknesses. Whatever you think your return-to-work day might be, add at least two days to it. (I thought I was getting away with something last Wednesday, tried to work Thursday, and survived for one hour.)

More recovery time. This thing heals very slowly. I haven't had symptoms in a week - aside from having to plan for being able to do single-digit numbers of tasks in a day. And 'digesting a meal' is a separate energy task from 'eating a meal' is a separate energy task from 'preparing a meal' is a separate... (No really, I had to plan energy expenditure for digestion.) At a week out, I am still having to make room for daily hour-long naps and activities interspersed with lying down - though at least now I can embroider with a TV show during these periods. Give yourself lots of time, even when it feels stupid.

[merv606]

I just want Terry to fuck Daniel until Daniel’s hair is wet with sweat, and his knees and elbows are rubbed raw, and his chest is sucked sore, and there are bruises on his hips and his wrists, and his lips are red and swollen, and his voice is hoarse, and his thighs are shaking, and skin is sticky, and the sheets are ruined, and Terry is fucking out more cum than he is fucking in, and the noise is absolutely obscene. And still—he is not done with Daniel.

🙏

You and me both Anon. You and me both!

Now 🤔 - not sure which verse this is for but does it matter to you anon?!

At any rate, the following could fit most versions of them.

“More?” Daniel slurs out when he feels Terry’s fingers trace down over his swollen hole, warm and wet to the touch.

He knows that in a few moments it won’t be fingers gently yet insistently prodding at his entrance.

“Not again. Terry please, I can’t take any more.”

They both know that’s a lie.

So very NSFW

A dark chuckle in his ear as Terry swings a leg over, knees on either side of Daniel who is on his stomach and really, Daniel has himself to blame - lying in such a position. His boy is basically asking for it!

Terry leans over, close to his ear, as his hands trace up his sides, massaging out any knots, although his boy has been fucked quite limp, in every sense of the word.

Large hands knead his ass too, smoothing up and down, watching the ample flesh as he kneads it, fingers sinking in, before prying his cheeks open.

If Terry wasn’t already on his way to fill hardness, the sight of that used hole, once so tiny when they started, now gaping and unable to close it seems, white leaking out like a broken faucet.

“You can baby. We both know you can. We both know you will.”

His hole clenches as Terry traces its red and swollen rim, so full of lube cum spit and god knows what else.

He’s gucked open … it’s beyond obscene, and it’s one of the most beautiful things Terry has seen.

He’ll be sore tomorrow; he must be sore now, but it’s a feeling he knows his boy has come to relish in - after these sessions.

Terry will lift him to a warm bath with episome salts, make sure he takes some Advil, and then rub some cream around his ass and just inside to take away the sting of the near constant penetration. The pounding he took.

For now though, Terry has one more in him and would like to satiate that inside his boy. Again.

And he knows just the quickest way to get him to spread.

Lips to his ass and although Terry rimming him isn’t knew, he is still shy about this - Terry tasting him after he’s taken him.

As much as he protested when Terry first did this, and the few dozen times after, sure enough now he’s pressing back, back arching like he’s in fucking heat …..

White knuckles grip sheets, falling forward slightly, hands holding onto the edge of the mattress; the noise of Terry having his used over used ass.

A finger, no lube or spit needed, slides in, right into his sweet spot, a gasp, as Terry licks around it and inside as much as he can when he introduces a second finger - like a hot knife through butter they go inside, both impossibly and easily deep.

Humping the mattress, Terry’s fingers come back wet with his own come, fingering it out and shoving it back in.

He can feel it, around his fingers when Daniel’s orgasm is forced out of him, and he lets the aftershocks die down before nestling himself back between his cheeks.

A pained little whimper as Terry hold his cock in his hand, tracing the furled muscle, spreading the leaking come around his hole.

“Terry,” he whimpers out when the pressure of the blunt head against the used entrance becomes more insistent.

“Shhhh relax for me ….”

They both know this is going to happen.

“You want this, baby. You know you do. We both know how needy this ass is.”

He’s too open, clearly too eager and all to happy to spread his legs all night for the older man, even if sometimes they were opened for him, the star of his hole evidence of his eagerness to be fucked and filled with the Terry’s release.

He lost count of how many times Terry took him but he knows it was always inside that the older man spent himself. It’ll be days before it’s all out of him.

It’ll also be days before he can sit right; he can feel how sore he is already. He’s going to really feel this tomorrow but like pressing in on the bruises Terry leaves to still feel their bite, he likes this too, from time to time.

Being beyond used. He can hear that Terry is fucking more out of him than in now. Pretty sure his thighs are coated in Terry’s cum.

The groans of pleasure from the older man. Like it’s the best thing. Like it’s the first time. Like he’s as tight as he was when they started, when right now, that’s definitely not the case.

He can hear how sloppy and loose his hole is from near constant use tonight. Can feel how easily the older man moves in and out of him.

Daniel’s cock trapped between the bed and his body pressed into the mattress by Terry’s bulk on him.

“Please ….. please …… “ he’s chanting, lips wet with sweet as he drools, coming from the corners and down his chin.

Please stop. Please more.

Who knows what his boy is begging for?

It doesn’t matter. Either he’ll get what he wants or not - Terry isn’t stopping, so hopefully his precious boy is begging for the latter.

“Please what baby ….” Leaning down, lips again this ear, moving the sweat drenched hair

Hands gripping the mattress; white knuckles.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know,” he whines.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

He wants Terry to pull out.

He wants Terry deeper.

“Don’t worry I’ll give you what you need. I always do, don’t I?”

“You trust me don’t you baby? To know the difference?”

“I know your body better than you do, don’t I?”

“Yessss,” Daniel sobs out.

Daniel hadn’t been allowed to come as much as Terry had tonight.

Terry grinds into that bundle of nerves - and it has to be more painful that pleasure - having just come - but that just enhances the pinpricks of white hot pleasure as the cock drags over it, the thick shaft and fat head of it, when he slams into it.

Pantsing into the bed, a high keen almost, his hips fingers digging in and he doesn’t even want to know the state those are in … a canvas of fingerprints bruises in different shades of healing, all matching the older man’s fingers - for now and for always. Just Terry marking him like this.

How it was meant to be.

Terry pounding in- and fuck he is way too open for this, way too eager still. Used up now, it feels, beyond worth.

But still, Terry’s cock fills him and fills him.

“I don’t know what’s better.” The older man groans out, leaning back down, warm breath on Daniel’s ear, like the next part is some secret between the two, and not apparent to anyone how had ears. “How small and tight your hole is when we start or how it looks now, when I’m almost done with it. Fucked open wide and gaping. My cum flooding out.”

“Just like it should be, baby. You were made for this; to be fucked. Made for me to use.”

“Do you have any goddamn idea” - thrust - “how fucking gorgeous you are like this?” Thrust. “Under me?” Thrust. “Open wide for me.” Thrust. “Because I’ve spent all night playing with this greedy little ass?”

Daniel hopes Terry’s not in one of those moods where he’s going to end up with a plug up his ass Terry playing with it while Daniel begs for him to take it out. Being made to come dry.

“It’s still not enough though is it?”

“Come in me,” Daniel pleads, smushing his face in the mattress to stop any other treacherous words from coming out without his permission.

Warmth blooms through him, as Terry’s weight in his back increases, as he fucks in, shooting deep, gripping his hips to hold him in place to make sure every drop of cum is emptied out of him into the much loved, smaller body.

He winces slightly as Terry pulls out, and he knows what’s coming, as he’s rolled onto his back. His own hands go to the back of his thighs obediently, as Terry grabs his phone snapping a few pictures.

“You’re so fucking open right now, baby.”

Daniel throws a hand over his face.

“Clench for me.”

Cum, like a hot brand, oozes out in globs and he can hear the sound of the camera rattling off several photos in quick succession.

“That’s it,” Terry switches to a video as he fingers his cum back inside, to the soundtrack of wounded noises spilling out of Daniel.

“Please,” and this time, Terry knows he is truly done. Lucky for him so is Terry.

A quick kiss to his lips, and a gentle, “I love you so much, baby,” as Terry climbs off the bed.

Daniel drifts off to the sound of Terry running the bath.

[xlittle-ghost]

4,7,47 and 74

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

i wish i had my report card here. my dad saved them all. but i read one of them last time i was there, funnily enough, so it’s still pretty fresh in my mind. this was like second grade probably. “khyle is such a joy to have. she is so sweet and helpful to all the other students. her talking does distract her a little from getting her work done, but she is trying.” lmao. some things never change.

7. earbuds or headphones?

earbuds because of my conch. but they never really fit right because my ear holes are small and weird shaped.

47. favorite type of cheese?

i could literally eat any kind of cheese besides like. blue cheese. (or any really strong, musty moldy tasting cheese) forever. uhhhh. top 3? pepper jack, provel, aaaand uhhhh. god this is so hard. gouda. i guess.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

my pain every day is between a 6-7. that’s just baseline for me. so. for me to take like. extra, i have to be up at least to a 9.

these were fun!! thank you bb!! 🥰💜

[eternal-eepiness]

Hi writers and hopefully not serial killers! I have some great questionable information for you!

CW:Death, Murder, mentions of replicated s*icide, cannibalism, drugs, drug od, dropping a baby, and general dark topics under cut (Don't say I didn't warn u)

Spinal fluid tastes like a mixture of banana and 9 volt batteries

Rigor mortis starts 2 hours after death (starting in the face and working down to the limbs), fully sets in at 12, and lasts 36 hours in total

In high humidity, the skin of corpses turn black after a week or so

Corpses release a lot of nitrogen when decomposing and other stuff that plants LOVE so please bury bodies in places with vegetation, or you'll have a grassy patch in a bare area, which will look weird

Arteries feel like cooked tubular pasta

If you drop a uterus, it will bounce

The typical human skull weighs about 11lbs/4.99kg on average

Brains are not as squishy as you think! Still squishy tho

Do not cut your palms for blood sacrifices, that's where a lot of nerve endings are and it will HURT!

Steaming alive is more painful than burning alive since it destroys nerves slower and steam burns hurt really bad too

(In America, at least) Vehicular manslaughter is a good way to kill someone because getting hit by a car will leave you severely, permanently injured if not in a vegetative state (AT BEST) and if you have a good enough lawyer it can be written off as a road rage incident and you can get less time in jail

Wear different perfumes, shoes, clothes, wigs, makeup, anything and everything that significantly alters your appearance when disposing of crime scenes as to not be easily identified (AND GLOVES TOO! GLOVESS!!)

Human meat tastes like sweet, bitter, slightly more tough pork or veal. The human placenta is safe to eat if cooked right and is a form of postpartum recovery. Depends on person and cut of meat.

The palms are the tastiest part of the human body, the legs having good nutrition too, AND you can eat the ribs like BBQ ribs

Even consensual cannibalism can cause severe psychological stress and you are at risk of getting various diseases if not prepared and eaten properly

Choking by ice cube is a good way to kill someone since the ice cube will melt by the time they find the body

A lot of medicine at home (Tylenol, Advil, cough and cold medicine, etc.) is lethal in the right doses, most likely when combined as well. Feeding people home drug cocktail infused meals and drinks repeatedly is a good way to murder someone, as long as they can't taste anything weird. You can also write it off as a s*icide by drug cocktail. Know the lethal dose of said drugs for the victim as well

Injecting insulin under the tongue is also good murder method since they can't usually find it with regular autopsy stuff and if they do check for it, they will write it off as undiagnosed diabetes (bonus points if you drive far away and make the victim look like they died while out walking)

If you drop a baby and the blood that comes out of their ear has yellow in it, they have brain damage

Typical stabs have a VERY low mortality rate. A pocket knife to the gut won't do anything. Go for the throat since it damages their vocal cords and stops them from screaming, and the neck is a hotspot for major blood vessels

Soak bloodstained fabric in cold water overnight, apply hydrogen peroxide the next day, then wash. May take a few tries.

Always dismember bodies and puncture their organs and put them in bags with VERY HEAVY weights (heavier than them, ideally) to prevent them from floating up

Eyes sink into the skulls of dead bodies.

Bodies muscles tense up during cremation, causing them to thrash around and sit up

It takes 520lbs or 235kg of force to crush a human skull (sorry guys)

Dissolving bodies in a strong base is better than an acid bc it's less suspicious when bought in large quantities (some strong bases are used in soap making) and will turn bone into brittle calcium stuff that is great for fertilizer

Pigs will eat corpses as long as you get the teeth out. Collect em in a jar or smthn

An air shot between the toes will replicate a heart attack almost perfectly. Bonus points if the victim has a family history of heart attacks or as it risk of one

I may rb with more if I collect more. Correct me if I'm wrong on any of these, and feel free to add any!

If this made anybody uncomfy I'm terribly sorry and will delete this.

I am not responsible for what people do with this info!!

[braveclementine]

January

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

[About the time Bella is bringing motorcycles to Jacob]

"I brought Chili!" I announced cheerfully as I stepped into Emily's kitchen. Jared and Paul's heads perked up and Sam smiled over at where he sat on the couch with Emily, all cuddled up and sweet.

"Did you bring enough for all three of us or just me?" Paul joked as I set the rather large bowl down on the kitchen counter.

"None of the above. Only enough for me." I said, poking him in the stomach. "Of course I brought enough for everyone, duh!"

"Yeah Paul, duh." Jared mocked.

I hit him over the head with a wooden spoon.

"Ow." He muttered. "Mom!"

"Wimp." Paul and I said together.

Jared pouted.

"Anyways, I would tell you the instructions of what to do with the leftovers, but I doubt there'll be any leftovers to speak about so I won't." I said.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked curiously. He'd been cracking down a lot on my whereabouts lately- well ever since I had recovered from some things.

Things hadn't changed much. I was still an intern at the hospital, working more with patients than ever- usually the kids since I was so good with them. Courtney, one of the nurses, had prescribed me with anti-depressants which I took every day. I always took an Advil or two as well, just to make sure the pain stayed away although I don't know if Advil was developed to keep magical soulmate bond pain away.

"Well, Bella has decided to recover from her zombie like state by bringing Jacob motorcycles that she is suddenly interested in riding. So, to make sure she doesn't crash, I'm teaching her lessons, and also kind've helping Jacob with the actual making machines part. Anyways, enjoy the Chili!"

With another wave, I left the house, hopping on my bike and making my way towards Billy's house.

I joined Bella and Jacob in the garage.

"How are the bikes coming along?"

"Really good." Jacob said. "they're going to be ready to ride soon."

"How long have you been working on them?" I questioned, stepping into the garage.

"Umm. . . a few weeks." Bella said, shooting Jacob a questioning look.

"Three maybe." Jacob said. "They should be done sometime around Valentines' day."

"Sounds good." I said.

Bella and I had a rocky relationship. Once I recovered from my pain, I had constantly been checking in on her, the only friend that still did so. When I found out she was happier with Jacob, I immediately loved the relationship.

Jacob was a good kid. He had a kind face, beautiful of course because of the Quileute colouring. His hair was long, going down his back. I also loved his personality which was so carefree and fun.

Sure, my boys could be carefree and fun, but there was also that depression of actually being werewolves that weighed them down heavily. I usually made myself scarce when that happened.

"There's been more bear sightings." I said, making conversation. "What do you think about that Jake?"

"I think it's a load of nonsense." Jacob said, picking up a wrench to tighten some bolt or something on his motorcycle. "There's no way there's a bear out there that's the size of a car and taller than a human on all fours. It's impossible. They're either blowing the size out of proportion or they're making it up."

"What about you Bella?"

"Umm, I think there might actually be one, but I don't think the size is right, obviously."

I grinned. "I bet there is. A huge, mammoth grizzly bear. So big it wouldn't fit in this garage."

Jacob snorted, gesturing to the rather large size of the garage. "Yeah, that's a bit extreme. Then it means it's so fat it can't even get around."

"Although I'm sure it would make good dinner." I said.

Jacob rolled his eyes. "You eat bear?"

"Never had it. Probably tastes like chicken."

Bella laughed.

I looked down a little sadly at Jacob's height and build. He'd become a werewolf soon, I knew it.

"Hey Jake?" I asked, a little less teasing in my voice than usual.

"Yeah Davina?"

"What's your favorite dish?"

Jacob looked confused, "Umm, for special events? I love Baked camembert dough ball platters. But on a normal day, I gotta go with Pizza."

I snorted, "Of course you go from some exotic sounding desert to pizza."

I had no idea what Baked Camembert dough balls were so I was going to have to look it up and see how much time I had to prepare the dish before he turned.

We chatted a little longer until Quil and Embry came in.

I was leaning against one of the wooden poles and glanced over, flashing them a smile. I'd seen them around, although I'd never actually talked to either of them.

I could tell that Embry was even closer than Jake to turning. He was taller than Jake, definitely muscular, and he looked slightly uncomfortable, like there was a pressure in his stomach he was trying to hide.

Quil on the other hand was rather small, looking like a little kid with curly hair. Well, he was about the same height as me, but compared to the other boys who were around six foot plus, he was a midget.

Which, of course, means I'm a midget too.

"Hey, Jake!" Quil and Embry said.

"Hey. Guys, this is Bella. That's Davina. Bella, that's Quil and Embry."

"Hi." Bella said shyly.

"What's your favorite dish?" I asked.

Jacob sighed, "Ignore her."

"I'm Quil Ateara." Quil said, looking at Bella, saying this in a voice that obviously made him think he was 'the man'. "And I like Pot roasts and cornbread. So the bike building story is true?"

"Oh yeah, I taught him everything he knows." Bella said and I laughed.

Embry looked much more comfortable. I really liked his long hair which was wavier than Jake's.

"What about the part where your his girlfriend?" Quil asked quickly.

"Uh, we're friends." Bella said, not seeing the death glare that Jake was giving Quil at the moment.

"Oooh burn." Embry said.

"Actually remember I said she's a girl and a friend." Jake said, still giving them the death glare.

"Embry, do you remember him making that distinction?" Quil asked, which got a laugh out of me.

"Nope." Embry said.

Bella spoke up at that moment, asking in a false interesting way, "So you guys have girlfriends? That's awesome."

Jake and I burst out laughing and then Jake said, "Yeah, right. Quil's actually taking his cousin to prom."

"Yeah, that's still a riot." Quil said while Embry and I laughed. "You want funny, Black? I'll give you funny."

Embry and I walked over to where Bella was standing as Quil and Jake started to wrestle with each other.

"I got five bucks on Quil." Embry said.

"You're on." Bella and I said together.

"Oh," Embry looked at me and I found that his eyes were startling beautiful. "And I like Fried Chicken steak, mac and cheese, and S'mores."

"Good to know." I said, smirking.

----------------------

A few days later, it was revealed that Embry had become a werewolf. I took that as my cue to buy ingredients at the grocery store and then I spent most of the afternoon making Fried chicken steak, mac and cheese, and putting chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows into a bag to bring with me.

It was raining today- as it was most days- and Emily picked me up.

"They've been running patrol all night, apparently there's a vampire or two out there." Emily said as I settled into the blue truck.

"Really? Sam didn't mention that there were vampires in the woods." I said in surprise.

"I don't know." Emily said. "They aren't the Cullens, obviously. But they've caused five deaths so far."

"I should've paid more attention to the news. I mean, I knew the killer bear was actually wolves and I knew they weren't killing the people. . . I should've realized they were vampires." I said, massaging my head. Another headache had come on.

"It's not your fault." Emily said, misinterpreting my pain.

"No. It's not that." I said, pressing a hand against my head. "I just. . . need water that's all."

Emily pulled up to the house, helping me bring the food into the house. "You made a lot."

"I always do." I chirped, grabbing the cooler that had sodas in it to leave it outside on the front step so water didn't get on Emily's hardwood floor. I grabbed a coke, popping it open to drink. The coolness seemed to take away a little of the pain.

A half hour later, four boys entered the house instead of three.

"Davina." Sam greeted me before passing by to get to Emily.

"Hey mom, what'd you bring?" Jared asked, hugging me from behind.

"Fried Chicken steak, mac and cheese, and supplies to make S'mores." I answered, shooting a look at a nervous Embry. "Hey Em."

"Hey. . . mom?"

I laughed. "Don't worry about it. You can call me Davina or mom."

"Or beloved!" Sam called from the living room.

"Don't call me beloved. I bite." I teased.

"Beloved?" Embry was being very cautious, entering the house slowly and I knew he didn't want to hurt me.

"Davina translated is beloved. Sam incessantly teases me about it." I said with a roll of my eyes. "He's a dick. Anyways, sit and eat, I made your favorite foods. Emily, do you have Advil, the headache isn't going away."

Sam looked at me and I avoided his gaze.

"Yeah, it's in the cabinet on the left side of the stove." Emily said, not moving from the couch where she was snuggled into Sam's side.

I grabbed the Advil, tossing it down my throat with the soda.

"So wait, are Jacob and Quil also going to be joining?" Embry questioned me- and only me.

"Jacob, one hundred percent." I said in a nonchalant voice. "Quil is a maybe."

"And. . . how exactly do you fit into all this?"

"I dated a vampire."

Embry froze and I grinned, "And Sam's my brother."

Embry looked between us quizzically.

"She's adopted." Sam snorted.

I grinned, "I just say he's my brother. Although I might want to say he's just a friend cause he's quite ugly, don't you think?"

Embry let out a laugh. "You let her talk about you like this?" He asked incredulously.

"I know, she's so mean, isn't she?" Sam shot a fake glare my way. I blew him a kiss.

"Now eat. Before it gets cold." I chastised.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Emily questioned.

"Not hungry really." I said with a slight shrug.

"Davina. . ." Sam muttered.

"I'm not." I protested. "Really!"

Sam sighed, but let it go.

"Anyways, what did you guys do today?" I asked.

"We went cliff diving." Jared said. "To initiate Embry."

"What!" I complained. "You went cliff diving without me!"

"Davina, you can't jump from the height we jumped from." Sam sighed.

I pouted. "Mean."

Sam glared at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

I took a swig of my soda and Embry asked tentatively, "So is Sam the dad of the gang too?"

I choked on my soda and it sent bubbles into my nose. My chair fell back down on all fours. I started to cough, "N-No! Th-that's ri-riducluo-lous."

Embry blushed.

Sam scowled, holding Emily tighter to him.

My phone rang and I picked it up. "Hello?"

"It's Jacob."

"Oh hey Jake, what's up?"

"Bella got hurt riding her bike. I was wondering if you'd want to take care of her?"

"Yeah, bring her around to my house. Does she need stitches?" I asked, getting up from my seat and walking out the door, raising my hand in good-bye without looking back.

"I don't think so. . ." Jacob sounded unsure as I climbed onto my bike.

"I'll be home in a few." I said and hung up and headed to my house. 

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Second part for today....

It's morning and the sun is shining into Evan's room. My eyes flutter open and I see him asleep next to me. My head hurts slightly and I can't remember what I did with my phone. I sit up in bed and I look to the nightstand beside me. At some point during the night, Evan plugged in my phone and also brought me water and painkillers. I take the pills and drink down the water. My head already feels better. I remember bits and pieces about our conversations last night. The part about waiting til we were both sober to be intimate is in the forefront of my mind.

Evan stirs and makes a quiet sound. This is the first time I'm noticing he is shirtless. His head is facing me. His perfect lips are smashed against the pillow. God, he's beautiful. I can't help myself. I have zero willpower. I scoot down and get under the covers. I get down close to his cheek and I gently kiss it. Then I softly blow in his ear and run my lips over his earlobe. A soft moan leaves his throat. A sleepy moan. I whisper his name in his ear. And that gets a bigger reaction. His eyes flutter open. And he smiles.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Well some really cute guy left me water and Advil, so I'm feeling pretty good right now."

"Where is he? I'll fight him...." This makes me chuckle. He pops his head up and pretends to look around for his handsome competition.

Our eyes meet and the smiles turn serious, but only for a minute. He makes a face at me and then leans in and kisses me.

He pulls his face away and I say "don't stop." So he kisses me again. This time deeper and harder. He gently pushes me down to the bed. Then his arms are placing mine above my head. He hovers over me. The sunlight is hitting his eyes in a way I've never had the privilege of seeing before. My expression prompts his question.

"What's that look for?"

"You truly have beautiful eyes. The way the sun hits them. It kinda took my breath away..."

That gains a reaction from him that I wasn't expecting.

"I don't think anybody has ever said anything like that to me before."

"That's a shame. Because you are a very beautiful man. And very sexy. Everything about you is."

He looks behind him.

"What are you doing?" I laugh

"Looking for the cute guy with the Advil. You must be talking about him..."

"Hey Evan..."

"Yea, babe..."

"Shut up and kiss me"

So he does. Also, his hand finds my inner thigh and creeps up to my mound. Through the fabric, his hand cups it and starts massaging it. I've never felt anything like it. My head tilts back and I squeak.

"Is this ok? Tell me to stop anytime, baby"

"Please keep going..."

His fingers trace my labia and he makes a V and starts gently rubbing. Then he palms me again but this time he starts making a vibration motion. I start losing my mind.

"oh God..."

Evan chuckles and removes my panties. He continues to massage me and then he places his face so very close to my clit. I feel hot breath and then his tongue grazes it. Barely touching it. I gasp and I twitch.

"Oh, please Evan. Please..."

"Please, what sweetie"

"Please lick it."

He flattens his tongue against me and licks it like an ice cream. Several times. My legs start to feel like jelly. I beg him to keep going. I'm about to explode and I tell him so. He blows my mind when two long fingers enter my and immediately find the sweet spot.

"Fuck, you're wet and you taste good" Evan moans into my core.

His fingers in a come hither motion and his tongue softly grazing me sends me over the edge. Like a gentleman, Evan carries me through.

"You ready for me baby? I need you..." I hear urgency in his voice.

"Come on, baby..."

His face meets mine and he kisses me as he slowly enters me. It feels so good we both moan into each other's mouths. His thrusts start out soft and gentle. But, with some encouragement from me, they soon become fast and hard. He interlaces our fingers with one hand and scoots the other under my head. When the thrusts start to get a little sloppy and he starts breathing hard, I reach down with my free hand and grab his cute, tight ass.

"Come for me baby. Come on, Evan. Does it feel good?"

"You feel so fucking good. So soft...wet....fuck..tight!....fuck!

His cries are so sexy, I almost come again. He yells out my name just like he did when he was touching himself yesterday. He buries his face in my neck. He tells me I smell intoxicating. He's breathing hard and he collapses gently on top of me.

"Just couldn't help yourself, huh?" He says to me playfully.

"Oh, there's more where that came from." I say

"What should we do today?" He asks me.

"I don't know, you're the boss" I tease

"Oh, shit. What are we going to do about that?"

and more

[kalidoll]

Tw ~ Alcohol mentioned, Smut, Oral and 18+ Topics, pet names.

~Tag Teamed~

It was 1 in the after noon and you had just woken up after a long night of partying at this new nightclub that opened up in the heart of Tokyo. Your mind was still hazy from all the booze you drank so you got yourself some coffee and an advil. After taking it you checked your phone. *2 New Messages* You opened them.

“Y/N can me and Suguru come over? We’re bored.”

“Text me as soon as you see this.” Satoru said.

You weren’t too fond of Suguru so you hesitated before sending a reply back.

“Ugh do you always have to bring Suguru? He’s so annoying.”

To your surprise Satoru immediately texted back.

“Come on, We won’t be there for long.”

You finally caved in and replied:

“Fine, Hurry up and get here and don’t be annoying.”

While you waited for these 2 obnoxious men to arrive you decided to take a quick 20 minute shower. When you got out you noticed your towel was missing but you could’ve swore you placed it right there before your shower..? This was a bit creepy because you live alone but nonetheless you walked out of the bathroom naked not expecting the 2 men to already be in the living room!!

You stopped in your tracks once you saw them sitting on your couch holding your towel. Satoru spoke with an arrogant smirk on his face. “What a nice surprise, If we knew you were gonna pull this little stunt we would’ve brought condoms.” Suguru grins before chiming in “Such a beautiful body..”

These comments were arousing to say the least but you couldn’t let them see that, You snatched your towel and wrapped it around your body. “You pigs, Don’t you know you’re supposed to knock first?!”. Determined to put some clothes on you rushed into your bedroom and shut the door. With your panties halfway up they came into the room together and Satoru began to speak first “Where do you think you’re going?” Suguru chimed in again “Such a Gorgeous Physique doesn’t need any clothes restricting it, Don’t you think?” You were standing there like a deer in headlights, speechless. Suguru made his way behind you and Satoru made his way in front of you, Sliding his hands on your waist. Satoru spoke again “Let’s take these panties off shall we?” He said while pulling them further off you.. After having your panties stripped off you, you were sprawled out on your own bed handcuffed.. as the men taunted you. “Already soaked for us, You really are a slut..” Suguru said as Satoru propped his now unclothed member up to your plump and glossy lips he spoke “I’m sure you can take us both at once but i’ll be nice today and prep you first.” Before you could say anything his member was shoved in your mouth as you were struggling to take it all in Suguru began to lick his tongue all over your folds holding your thighs open as you squirmed under him and tried not to choke on Satoru. Satoru thrusted his cock in and out of your throat as Suguru flicked his tongue at your clit over and over again, You were starting to feel overwhelmed and Deeply Aroused.. You were seconds away from climaxing all over Suguru’s tongue when both of the men pulled away. Satoru spoke while he rubbed his erection..

“I think you’d be able to take both of our tongues now.. Won’t you sweet pea?” He kneels down next to where Suguru is kneeling and holding open your legs, both men begin lapping at your cunt over and over again.. sucking your clit and licking your folds savoring the taste of your sweet wet cunt. You were moaning Satoru and Suguru’s names loudly as you released in their mouths, Once they were finished drinking your juices Suguru continued to lick at your sensitive cunt and Satoru got up moving close and spurting all over your stomach.

Overstimulated and Dazed from your hard climax you knew this would be a long day of being completely Tag Teamed by these 2 boys.

[frisbs]

Regular M&Ms really taste nasty. Put a bunch of them in my mouth at once and it was so sweet it burned like an entire mouthful of soy sauce. No chocolate flavor detectable, just like a bunch of Advil candy coating. Have they been degrading the quality over time?

[i-cant-sing]

imagine the pure panic enji and the fam would go through if the reader started choking on something, like turning purple choking.

Yandere Todoroki Clan reacting to Reader choking

As someone who has choked on toothpaste, bubble gum, ADVIL- this is very personal😭

Everyone has different reactions to reader choking.

You were still a toddler- around 4 and just learning how to use your chopsticks. Rei had made dinner and she and Fuyumi set the table for everyone. You were sitting beside Enji and telling him about your day, and you were talking as you ate- something Enji and Rei both told you not to do. But Enji came home after so long and you don't know how long you have with him until he leaves for another mission, so you gotta tell him everything right now.

And then the inevitable happens- you start choking on a piece of carrot.

Immediately, Enji is alert and he grabs you, opens your mouth to see if he can pull out the piece of food, but when he cant see it, he starts performing the Heimlich manoeuvre.

Just as you had started to turn blue, the carrot suddenly un-lodged from your throat, and you coughed it out.

You're crying as Enji turns you around, checking to see if you're alright, and when he's confirmed that, he hugs you to his chest and starts patting your back, assuring you that "its all okay now, you're not in trouble, nothing to be scared about, princess. Daddy is here."

After you'd calmed down, Enji then proceeds to carefully feed you the rest of your dinner, sternly advising you not to talk when you're eating, and to properly chew your food before swallowing. Even after dinner, you're both still shaken up, Enji more than you because he really thought he would lose you. So, the father daughter duo slept together that night, with you on his chest as he stroked your back, it took him a good few hours to finally fall asleep.

Now, if this happens in front of Rei- oh she freaks out big time. I mean, she's calm when she yanks you from your seat and does the Heimlich manoeuvre on you, but once you're breathing again- she goes crazy.

She yells at you, scolds you very harshly and then after a good 10 minutes of yelling at you, she calms down and then starts to work on calming you down. She's rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings, and then she starts feeding you the dinner. Only now she opts to feed you the soup and and gravy, nothing solid for a few months.

Eventually, she has to accept the fact that your growing body needs solid food, so she starts feeding you that. But you're well into your teen years and Rei still cuts your food into bite sized pieces and spoon feeds you everything.

Its embarrassing, I know. But just be glad she's not feeding you the food by chewing it in her mouth first and then giving it to you- like a bird feeds her hatchlings.

Now if you're sick and big bro Natsuo comes over to give you your medicine- a pill to alleviate your fever, and for some reason you have a small oesophagus and you actually have difficulty swallowing the small pill (like me, idk) and you start choking, Natsuo expertly pats your back to help un-lodge the pill and then you start puking because of gag reflex- boy, you aint ever swallowing pills again.

Anytime you need medicine, Natsuo is gonna get you the syrup (flavoured, of course) formula, and if there isn't one available, then he's gonna get the pills, crush them into a fine powder, cover it in honey to mask the awful taste and then feeds it to you.

I love Natsuo 💖

I think if child reader was like me- an idiot, who thought that bubble gum should be swallowed, then that calls for big bro Dabi turning me upside down and starts smacking my back and shaking me up and down, because I refuse to believe he knows Heimlich manoeuvre (yandere dad Dabi knows Heimlich manoeuvre). When you finally spit the gum out, Dabi holds you in his arms and starts yelling at you for being a dumbass and how you could've died because of your own stupidity. He stops being so mean once he starts seeing the tears in your eyes, and then just scoffs as he tells you to stop being a brat- he's not mad anymore.

Dabi had to hold you in his arms, not to calm you down, but to calm himself down because for a second there, you had started turning blue. He buys you some cotton candy, warning you to eat it slowly and not choke again, because he'll kill you if you do that again, brat.

Even when you're all grown up, Dabi still reminds you of how you almost died because of your own dumbass-ery. Then, he proceeds to remind you how he saved your life.

Don't worry though, whenever he's being a jerk like this, you can always go ahead and make him remember how you almost died because you almost swallowed one of his staples that were lying on the floor. And if it hadn't been for Fuyumi pulling the pointy staple out of your mouth, you could've scractched up your vocal chords and lost your voice forever.

But you and Fuyumi never snitched on him to Rei, so he better stfu and buy you that limited edition Hello Kitty merch.

The iced coffee i just made- so damn good omg

[kisses4suna]

may i request suna, kita, and osamu with a gender neutral s/o that has a sports related injury, such as a relatively bad sprain (any sport, and it can be a different injury, whatever you prefer !)? i recently messed up my tendons during tkd and it's been a lil rough

WHEN THEIR S/O HAS AN INJURY !

☆ featuring. suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, miya osamu

☆ a/n. i am so sorry.. i have never played any sports in my entire life so correct me if im wrong 😭😭 only sport ive ever played was basketball and i was so bad at that.. also im so sorry you had to get injured like that, youre so strong, i could never 😭💀 anyway im so very sorry this took a long time to post, ive been super busy and my school recently just started so i have 0 time for anything, im super sorry bby!!

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SUNA RINTAROU

- is literally watching you 24/7 because he’s scared you might hurt yourself even more or something like that

- he will give you “massages” and they make it feel worse but you’ll never tell him that..

- he’s always texting you stuff like “does your body hurt?” “are you okay?” “do you need me to come over” “do u need advil” because he just wants to make sure youre okay 😭

- sometimes he could be real mean and decide to say stuff like “thats why your injured rn 🙄🙄” he’d say it as a joke obviously but loves to uses it against u 😭

- he’s very overdramatic, like if he sees you on the couch reaching to get the remote he will be like “nonono!! let me” and even if its the most simplest action ever, he still goes out of his way to do anything for u

- he googles everything and anything that will help your injury like, “does ice help?” “should you start moving more or just stay put?” “ice or heat?” and he’ll continue googling all these questions trying to help you instead of actually calling a doctor or anything 😭

KITA SHINSUKE

- always telling you to rest, he tells you to take naps, go to sleep earlier, and just try to sleep off the pain

- he’s so very much responsible so if he has a question or you about what and what not you should do, he’s already dialing your doctor asking what you should and should not be doing

- would only ever cook healthy stuff from now on… every time you ask him for a candy or something sweet he says that you should regain your strength back before ruining it with sweets

- is by your side 24/7 and has everything prepared for you if you need it

- he’s always blaming the sport you play, saying that you’re overworking yourself and that you should rest a lot more

- he basically is like your mom, he’s always reminding you to take your vitamins and medicine, and to eat healthy, sleep more, and he doesn’t mean to sound so controlling but he can’t help but be worried about you!!

MIYA OSAMU

- cooks you whatever you crave

- your injury is basically a free pass for you to get spoiled by him!!

- he doesn’t really know what to do but at the same time he does, if that makes sense.. he calls kita up when he needs help and wants to know what to do, and plus he always has atsumu too if he needs help!

- doesn’t want to come off as extremely clingy so he lets you do some stuff independently but will keep a watch on you just incase something happens

- his food tastes 10x better because he wants to make sure it tastes good just for you <3

- overall he knows you’re extremely strong and that you’ll overcome it but for the meantime he just wants to take care of you ☺️

[one-sad-human]

•Dinner First• Vince Neil

Pairing: Vince Neil x Reader

Requested? Yes! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, drinking, peer pressure

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Just when I was starting to post consistently. Sorry! I took a break from writing for a little, but I’m back now! Also, did you guys here that new GnR song? Tell me your thoughts!

You grimace, pulling Nikki's hair back as he pukes into the toilet. You're in the cramped bathroom of a tour bus, wishing you were literally anywhere else.

"Alright, I think I'm good now," the man says, contradicting his statement when he starts heaving again a moment after.

This isn't the first time you've been in this position, you doubt highly it'll be your last. You've been in similar situations with all of the men in Mötley Crüe, although Mick usually handled himself.

You're something that could be compared to a babysitter, except instead of taking care of children, you watch over almost constantly intoxicated men on tour. Their manager had hired you to do so, as you're one of his old friend's children and the most responsible young person he knows.

You don't drink or do drugs, you wear put together clothes, and— in the nicest way to say it— are a tad stuck up. You're a goodie two shoes, you don't have a rebellious bone in your body.

You're the perfect person to take care of the Crüe. You're paid to make sure they make it to all their shows and don't overdose or do anything equally as stupid. The job isn't glamorous, but you get to tour the world and get paid along the way.

"Ok, Nik. Time for bed," you say, a mockingly sweet tone to your voice. Nikki nods, going along with it and leaning against you heavily as you walk him to his small bed. You make sure he takes two Advils before passing out.

You sigh, rubbing your temples as you feel a headache brewing. You take some pain relievers yourself before stumbling over to your bunk and passing out shortly after.

The morning comes too quick, and you heave yourself up. You half walk half shuffle over to the coffee machine, moving on autopilot to make a fresh pot of pure caffeine.

"Mornin' good lookin'," says Vince, the blonde leaning on the counter next to you.

"Good morning," you say, ignoring the nickname. "You're up early."

"Heard the coffee machine," he lies. He wanted to talk to you alone without anyone bothering him. "Listen, we have the day off in a new city. I was wondering if maybe you'd want to—"

"Coffee, outta the way," Nikki says, shoving past you and Vince. There goes that.

Vince has been desperately trying to get a date with you for months, ever since the tour started. It seems like every time he works up the nerves to do it, he's interrupted.

"Sorry, Vinnie, what were you saying?" You ask, patiently waiting for Nikki to get his coffee so you can. The blonde shakes his head, waving a hand to dismiss the question and walks away.

"Nothing," he says and walks to sit in a small booth. Vince has never feared rejection like he does with you, usually he has all the confidence in the world. Vince is usually the definition of cool confidence. He isn't sure what there is about you, but it makes him nervous and gives him butterflies.

"Day off, no gig, what're we doing?" Tommy asks, now coming to join everyone to get coffee.

"We're in fucking New York, we're hitting CBGB!" Nikki says, nursing his cup of coffee you can only guess he made Irish seeing as his eyes have opened all the way.

"Fuck yeah!" Tommy speaks up. Vince sighs, knowing he won't get a date and you'll end up taking care of all of their drunk asses by midnight.

     You sigh into your cup of soda, swirling it around and watching the bubbles fizzing and popping. It had ended up like every other night, in a bar with overly obnoxious, head pounding music playing.

     "Having fun yet, Y/N?" Tommy asks, doing that weird trick where he sticks the cigarette in his nose. You make a disgusted face, rolling your eyes before agreeing.

     "You're such a fucking buzzkill. Would it kill you to just live a little? Have a drink! Here!" Nikki chimes in, sliding a shot of liquor. You slide it back.

     "No thanks." He rolls his eyes.

     "They don't want to drink, Nikki. Just leave them the fuck alone," Vince says, narrowing his eyes at the bassist. Mick takes his leave and ventures into a darker corner or the club, not wanted to be apart of the fight that is sure to ensue.

     "Well, excuse me!" He says snootily. "I'm just trying to get Y/N to have fun! All they ever do is breath down my neck. Makes me fucking nervous."

     "Nikki's right Y/N! Have some fun with us!"

     "I'm not here to have fun, this is my job," you say, you're face getting flushed and hot with anger. "I'm just here to make sure you live to see your next gig."

     "Killjoy," Tommy mutters. "Just one shot? I'll do it with you!"

     "Shut the fuck up!" Vince suddenly yells, his fist hitting the table and making the glasses and bottles rattle. "Leave them the fuck alone, all you're doing is making them upset. They said no, so stop badgering them."

     "It's alright, Vinnie—"

     "No it's not! They're constantly pestering you and I'm fucking tired of it!" Vince suddenly stands up. "Come on, lets go."

     You hesitantly stand up, grabbing your coat and following Vince out the door. You're already embarrassed for them causing a scene, you wouldn't want to stay behind where you're sure to get strange looks.

     "Where're we going?" Vince shrugs, protectively putting an arm around your shoulder and leading you farther from the crowed club. It sends tingles all the way down your spine, and you have to be extra careful walking to make sure your knees don't give out.

     "Away from those dicks. I hate the way they try to pressure you into shit all the time." You raise a brow and turn your head to look at the handsome blonde. The street lights bounce off his tanned face in an angelic way, his light locks of hair swaying in the warm breeze.

     "Why did it bother you that much?" You ask him, your voice low. Vince suddenly looks nervous.

     "Because," his voice is quiet and shakes with nerves. "I like you, Y/N. A lot." He stops walking and turns to you. "You're always so cool and chill, you always have an answer to everything and you're put together. You so goddamn smart, if I have a problem I know I can always go to you because you'll have a solution. It pisses me off when they think you're some weakling who'll do whatever they say."

     You're shocked into silence. Your mouth opens and closes a few times but no words form. You had no idea Vince had any feelings for you, you always thought he just liked that you made sure he didn't kill himself doing something stupid.

     "Seriously?" You ask once your mouth and brain start to function again. "You really feel that way?"

     "Would I lie to you about this?" You answer him by pressing your lips to his, your soft plump lips moving against his slightly chapped ones slowly and lovingly. His lips taste of cheap beer and cigarettes but there's a shadow of minty toothpaste. Vince has had his share of make outs, but nothing has ever felt this close and intimate.

     "I really like you, too." You smile when you pull away, your head dipping down slightly with a blush tinting your face. Vince smiles back and places his hands on your hips.

     "What do you say to heading back to the bus? It's empty." You shake your head, and Vince deflates instantly and disappointment floods his eyes. Maybe he got his thoughts up too soon, maybe you don't like him as much as he likes you.

     "Dinner first, and if you're nice and gentlemanly, and only if you're nice and gentlemanly, I'll think about going further," you say, and Vince laughs a little in relief before nodding. "Deal?"

     "Deal."