#alr hot take maybe

[ybwmia]

not trying to be mean but some of y'all people on here sometimes forget there's an actual plot in the show and not everything is about byler. let's use common sense and stop saying "omg, Nancy is crying, that must be because her brother is gay and absolutely not because her sister is a potential vecna victim and her mother is in the hospital! byler endgame!" yes, byler is endgame and yes you're all allowed to make your own theories about season five but let's not reduce characters/plots just to a ship. maybe let's focus on the stuff that actually counts as byler proof like the fact that we haven't seen Eleven and Mike together in the teaser or at all since january and for what we know, Mike and Will (+ the og party) are gonna spend most of season five together which will lead to them ending up together because otherwise all the build-up wouldn't make sense

[yawnderu]

Showtime — Keegan P. Russ x Reader

Kinktober day 4: Uniform kink

They don't hate each other I promise

CW: hate sex, hardcore, scratching, dirty talk, manhandling, creampie, just. Pure filth

"Fucking stay still." Keegan mutters between clenched teeth, trying to get you to stop fucking yourself on his dick. It was ruining the rhythm he set on his thrusts, and while any other time he would have enjoyed it, it ruined his orgasm three times already.

"Fuck you." You retort back, making him take a deep breath and wonder for a second if he should just pull out and jerk off instead of dealing with you. He shakes his head, grabbing your hips again and slamming himself all the way back inside in one thrust, basking in your loud moan before he pulled out again. Big, gloved hands pull you by the ankles as he swiftly puts you on your back, his hands folding your legs up with ease as he slams himself back in, quickly setting a punishing rhythm.

"Wanna act like a bitch? I'll fucking treat you like one." His voice is deeper and more raw, eyes shut as he holds your legs even closer to your body, the way your tight cunt is swallowing him up like nothing is making him go nuts. One of his gloved hands goes to hold the top of your head, angling it up so you can see his stupidly large dick fuck into you.

"Takin' me like nothing... how many dicks have been in this sweet cunt, hm? How many from the Ghosts?" He's simply trying to get in your head and he knows it's working by the way your half-lidded eyes open simply to glare up at him, a small frown forming on your lips as you refuse to answer.

"None of... your fucking business." Damn him and his massive cock, stretching your wet cunt out with ease as he pounds you into the mattress, using your own body to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. The tip of his dick keeps slamming into the entrance of your abused womb, making a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot up in your body with every single deep thrust.

"The whole squad, huh?" He asked with a small, deep laugh, and you know him well enough to be able to tell he has a shit-eating grin under his skull balaclava. He lowers his body into you, arms wrapping around your waist as he hammers his thick shaft inside you, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and your combined moans are bouncing off the walls of the safehouse. You're mentally glad none of the other Ghosts are here yet, listening to your slutty, needy moans as Keegan uses your tiny cunt to jerk himself off.

"Maybe." You confess jokingly, though you're trying to make it seem like it's true. You've seen the way Keegan becomes possessive over you before, and you can see it now, as his light blue eyes narrow before he slams into you deeper and harder than before, his breath hot and labored right in your ear.

"Fucking slut." He says with a breathy chuckle, the way your squelching cunt is leaking all over the crotch of his uniform while you swallow him up is giving him the chance to ignore the way his heart strings get pulled at the thought of you with anyone else. His gloved hands hold the back of your knees, pulling them to your chest until you whine out. He thrashes inside you a few times before his arms wrap under the back of your knees, pulling you up with him.

"Hold on tight." Your arms immediately wrap around his neck when he lifts you up, wincing softly at the way his tactical vest is rubbing against your sensitive nipples. He moves your body up and down his dick slowly, hissing once your patience runs out and your nails scratch the only place uncovered by his uniform— the back of his neck.

"Bitch." He barks out, arms now wrapped around your waist as he begins to slam back into you, masked face hidden on the nape of your neck as he moans lowly, trying his best to fuck you as hard as he can despite his vest getting in the way. One of your hands holds onto his vest for support from his animalistic thrusts and he throws his head back, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him is already driving him over the edge.

"I'm not pulling out." He warns, as if he didn't have you begging for him to cum inside you every single time you've fucked. You simply nod your head, eyes closed as you feel the knot on your stomach coming undone, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave at the same time Keegan is milked, letting out a deep groan right into your ear while your greedy womb gladly takes his cum, filling you to the brim with his seed just as he had done so many times in the past. He holds you close to him and you don't register his balaclava is pulled over half of his face until you feel his lips gently kissing your neck.

"Attagirl."

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hatefucking with Sanemi? Hashira reader and Sanemi have a history of tension between each other and reader challenges that he wouldn't be able to handle the strap. He's confident, but by the end of the night you have him flat on top of you with his tongue lolling out while he sloppily rolls his hips into your length

Dammn- alr let’s go I did learn to appreciate him, somehow (also the sub kny fandom is still alive?)

Dom!hashira!reader x sub!sanemi - reader is gn

Warning: pegging (I use dick to refer to it), taking virginity, teasing, a tiny bit dacryphilia, cursing, mind break, I got lazy towards the end

His bad attitude was as infamous as his strength, his very own trademark, a huge part of his image. He was disrespectful towards everyone except the master, and frankly, he seemed to hate you to most. That was half justified, since you’d always bicker with him, taunting him by calling him weaker. Whenever the two of you met, a fight would break out while others shake their head. Today was no exception.

“Fuck, why do you have to keep bothering me?” Sanemi yelled, his hand on his sword, ready to pull it out at any moment. “Bothering you? I just happened to head to the same direction!” You sneered back, pulling a grimace. It was time for another hashira meeting, and just as fate wanted, you bumped into him on your way. “If you want to fight just say so.” The wind hashira glared at you, a vein forming on his forehead due to his anger.

You rolled your eyes, you weren’t in a mood for a barking dog like him, deciding to just ignore him and walk away. To your dismay, he shouted again and grabbed your wrist, “hey! Don’t you fucking ignore me!” You got pulled back by him. Agitated, you decided to not let this slide and yanked your wrist back, causing him to fall into your arms. “Let’s not fight like some brute animals today.” After catching him in an embrace, you clenched his shoulder with one hand.

“Suddenly acting so proper, aren’t you?” He snarled, letting go of you and pulling his hand back. “I just don’t want to cause troubles. How about, if you can take me, I’ll humble myself and apologise to you?” You suggested, then stopped squeezing him and raised both hands up into a surrender position. Sanemi stared at you suspiciously, but this idea of yours wasn’t unattractive in the slightest.

He wasn’t sure what you meant, even so he agreed without a second thought. “Don’t you dare go back on your words.” A cheeky smirk appeared on your lips as you said, “same goes for you.”

Maybe he should have asked what you had in mind despite his temporarily clouded judgement, because this was the absolute opposite of whatever he thought of. And that was very apparent on his face. You did tell him he can still back out and you wouldn’t tease him about it, since you didn’t really expect him to actually heed the promise. But, he was as hot-tempered as he was stubborn and insisted on continuing, mocking you by saying, “are you getting nervous or what?”

Fine, if he really wants to, who were you to stop him. That’s how the two of you got into this mess, this hot and filthy mess where both of you were striped bare on top of the bed, with him straddling your lap. You laid down comfortably while sanemi hovered above you. The deal was for you to not use your hands while he rode you, to see who would give up first. A faint blush covered your cheeks as you stared at him, at his firm muscles and pretty scars. Instead of being intimidated or even repulsed, you’ve always found them quite endearing.

Then your eyes darted back to his face, watching him with the utmost concentration. You were going to savour this moment to the fullest. His eyes were clenched shut, lips pressed into a thin line as he furrowed his brows. In comparison to your face, his was as red as it can be and sweat rolled down his cheeks. With shaky hands, he grabbed the shaft and tried to line it up with his hole, the other hand was clenching your shoulder for support. Slowly, he lowered himself onto your dick, gritting his teeth at each inch.

“You are doing great, sanemi.” You decided to give him an award praise, since you were pretty sure this was his first time. A kind of guilty washed over you for taking that from him over some measly bet. Instead of being thankful he snapped at you, mumbling, “shut up, I don’t need your compliments.” Before sticking the tip inside. And dear lord, the moan that followed was the lewdest thing you’ve heard up until now. “Ah-aAnnNG♡…?!” Loud, high-pitched and sharp, the little tremble in voice as he trailed off was just as lovely. He underestimated how painful it would be, feeling an indescribable pain course through his body along with something akin to lust.

Now he was shaking even more, slumping forward as he gripped your shoulders with both hands, using enough strength to leave bruises. He was thinking about whether or not he should continue, when his body so desperately wanted to take it out. “Uh-urghhh… d-damn it..” sanemi groaned, taking a few minutes to get used to the stretch. In the end he decided to suck it up and keep going, clutching you so roughly that his knuckles turned white.

You hissed slightly at the pain, closing one eye while bearing it. After calming down a little, you joked, “Don’t break my collarbone.” Your own hands were bawled into firm fists and kept next to your body, itching to touch and to feel him. He didn’t react to your little joke, in contrary, he was focused on taking you whole, trying to protect his pride from taking hits. With a swift move, he went down on you. “GuuUUhh..! Ah- y-y/n..” subconsciously, he called out for you, taking his sweet time bottoming out. Your ears perked a little when he used your proper name, surprised at the sudden change in character.

Without much to say, you stayed silent as you watched him pushing the entire length in, observing him overcoming his struggles. His bangs stuck to his forehead due to the amount of sweat coating him, he was still clenching his eyes shut as of now. You traced the scars on his body with your eyes. There were many large ones, turning his entire body into a patchwork. Some were even on his thighs. How you wanted to draw the outlines of them with your fingers and note gaze, how you wanted to tug his hair behind his face, so many things you wanted but couldn’t.

You gulped loudly, swallowing the lump inside your throat as he took half of your cock in. At this point he didn’t seem like the same he was moments ago. All of his movements became sloppy, clumsy even. Everything about him was shaking and you could tell he was at his limit just by his expression. The way he bit his bottom lip didn’t reveal if it was because of the pain or other reasons, but it was very likely. And the desire to just grab him by the waist and have your way with him was strong, but you decided to dispose of that thought.

After a few more minutes, he eventually sat down completely, one hand rubbing his tummy as he felt you deep inside him. “F-fuck…” He whispered through gritted teeth, instinctively trying to close his legs. You could feel his walls clenching down on you, holding you in a tight embrace. His face had a hint of struggle to it and he stayed completely still, probably adjusting to the stretching sensation. With your hands still rendered useless, you waited, observing him and noticing how he got hard.

His precum dripped down onto your stomach, creating a small puddle of fluids. It somehow put your mind at ease, to think that he was enjoying this and not just cursing under his breath. Then you teased him, “oh sanemi~ I didn’t know you liked getting fucked? Do you use your hole often?” The way he tried to slap you but stopped mid track was kind of funny. Due to him moving so suddenly he also moves his hips, causing him to inhale sharply as the pain spread again. “UrgHhh..!” He immediately covered his mouth with his palm, shoulders raised to his ears as he looked away.

“This won’t do, you have to move sooner or later.” You sighed as another idea popped up, raising an eyebrow at him before chuckling, “or is it too much for you? Do tell, I won’t force you.” The playful tone you used ticked him off so badly that he moved up, trying to keep down the embarrassing noises as he said, “you are getting rather impatient, don’t tell me it’s a ploy?” Then he slammed himself down again, and moaned loudly, “ah-aaAAAhH… w-wait..?” The tip hit something inside him that send chills down his spine, making his blush darken by a few shades. “T-the heck was that…” sanemi mumbled, he was kind of curious now, because that feeling was strange.

After that weird sensation coursed through his body, it didnt hurt anymore, instead he only felt a hot, burning sensation spread from there to the rest of his body. Not long after, he began chasing that feeling, bouncing up and down as more perverted noises escaped his tightly sealed lips. “Mhhmm..! Ngh… ah, y-you.. don’t you dare tell a-anyone about it.” He glared at you, don’t wanting others to find out about him enjoying this. Yet it didn’t feel intimidating considering the state he was in, and how adorable his face was.

At this point he was riding you with such fever that the slapping sound of skin against skin filled the room to the brim, echoing off the walls, reaching your ears. The rather lewd squelching sounds that erupted whenever he took you deep inside was not any better. He bit his bottom lips again, opening his eyes as he stared down at himself. This messy appearance of his made him feel humiliated, since he was showing this vulnerable side to you. You could also say he felt ashamed.

His dick twitched happily, bouncing against his own belly at times, creating sticky strings that connect the two parts. You could hardly contain yourself, keeping the promise seemed harder than ever before. Why did you have to propose a deal like that? And his waist seemed so tiny and grab-able in that moment, this was pure torture. Because you couldn’t contribute to making a mess out of him, you resumed to using your words to have some fun, smiling as you asked, “are you enjoying this? Or do you feel like giving up?”

“H-haah… Never, not against you.” He scoffed, giving you a challenging smirk before throwing his head back. Hot and warm walls squeezing you the best he could, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. Though he didn’t cry, he held himself back from doing that, only whimpering more and more with each passing second. “Aw, how cute you are, putting on a show like that.” You continued, meaning every word you said. “But it looks like you are doing it because of self fulfilment instead of the bet?”

He stopped abruptly, feeling his body shake at the sudden loss of pleasure. Wait, pleasure? So he was enjoying it. He did like whatever was going on, with him on top of you, riding you like some cheap whore. A wave of embarrassment washed over him before he craved in to his desires and yelled, “urGhhh!! Shut up! I-I do what I want uHhnng, you hear?!” That boy only raised his voice because he finally noticed, how he fell into your trap. Even if he were to win and you to lose, you wouldn’t have really lost. How sly of you.

“Oh, so you’ve noticed?” You laughed, and put your hands on his hips. “?! W-what are you doing! That’s- hGhhh, again the d-deal!” His voice turned a pitch higher as he felt your hands squeezing his sides, whining quietly. Having you touch him so intimately sure was something new. Without any hints of sadness, you explained your actions. He instantly understood what it meant for him, and he gulped loudly. Though he’d never admit it, anticipating and excitement filled him from the inside. He felt himself on the verge of cumming when he heard you whisper, “I surrender, you’ve won, alright? So, time to get to business♡.”

Needless to say, you two had a great time together.

By the end of the night, you’ve turned him into a complete stranger. Eyes rolled to the back of his head, little pleads for a break and fore more slipping past his previously foul mouth. Body twitching occasionally and limp from overworking himself, slumping down against your chest.But you weren’t quite done now, were you? All you had to do was change the position and command him to spread his legs. Of course your personal fuck toy would listen without hesitation, tongue hanging out as he eagerly waited for you to fuck him senseless. The once proud and snarky wind hashira has been reduced to a little slut. To your good boy.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙summer lovin | PG10˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: pierre gasly x actress!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: mentions of sex & sexual jokes but no smut

summary: in which you and your boyfriend run rampage on social media causing chaos during the break in the f1 season

a/n: FINALLYYYY PIERRE REQUEST!!!! this was sm fun hehe i may have alr started another pierre fic without a request..... 👀

request!!!: pierre gasly x singer/actress reader, so we all know about Tripod and 🐶 Emoji, and I had this idea about pierre dating someone as equally unhinged as him like Renée Rap

fc: ruby lyn

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[kaivenom]

What happens when you try to seduce them with a dance... Straw hat's men HCS

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Ussop, Franky

Warnings: implied NSFW, suggestive language, the tittle says everything.

A/N: i plan on doing other parts with other characters, to not make it too long. There are the HCS and the situation.

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Luffy

He doesn't get it, you start to dance slowly and he just stands right there blinking, completely oblivious.

He asked you what where you doing and thinking it was a funny to dance he started to get closer to you.

Once you take your shirt off and show him, he got stunned and stopped moving for a moment.

Only to start dancing again, this time slower and closer to you, his lips traveled to your neck and collarbone.

You didn't though Luffy could be so sexy but you were enjoing it really much.

He is now the one seducing you, but most likely he doesn't know about it.

Luffy entered your room and laid on the bed with a childish laugh. You were just in a shirt and shorts, but he doesn't tent to care about it. You played the music, starting to feel your body move with the sensual rhythm. Slowly cyrcling your hips trying to look as hot as possible. The thing is Luffy doesn't care about it and it's starting to annoy you.

You heard him laughing and the feeling of looking stupid staretd to hit you. When you were about to stop a pair of hands surrounded your waist awkardly.

"You look funny, i like see you dancing, i want to dance too."

"Luffy that's not what i was thinking."

"But it looked fun."

"i didn't mean to make it fun."

"Then what?"

He smiled like a kid not fully understanding and that was enough, you thought. You took of your shorts and shirt, exposing your naked chest to him. His gaze changed, hands starting to wander around your waist and torso, every second tightening the touch. He circle your arm and put your back against his chest. You start to feel his growing erectinon pressing against your underwear and hands starting to cup your breasts.

"Now, i find dancing more fun... but maybe i want another type of dancing."

"Oh, now you get it."

"Yeah."

That sounded like a whisper, Luffy starting to trace wet kisses among your neck, his hands trying to get you as close as possible, before he starts to guide both of you to the bed.

Zoro

You lightened his day, he thinks he doesn't have to do anything and just lay down.

He tries to act cocky and be the dominant, asking you to dance for him.

His eyes follow you, not wasting a second, a smirk never leaving his face.

Then probably he makes a bad comment, trying to sound dominant and you decide to fight back.

He almost succeded if it wasn't for how his mouth opened wide when you got on his lap, bit his lip and grab him by the neck.

You waited for him in a black lingerie set, his favourite one. Once he saw you, he didn't waste a second to ask you to dance. You were already prepared for that and music started playing on the background. His grin was bigger than you ever seen, expecting what's coming next. Slowly you begin to move closer to him, finally ending on his lap. Your butt painfully sowly brushing with his crotch, which grows bigger every second. You are happy he is enyoing it as much as you do. He finally decides to help a little and his hands travel to your hips, helping you move more fluent. When his hand grabbed your neck and his mouth burshed your hears, you almost let out a moan.

"That feels good, but i didn't know you were such a slult," you stopped instantly, "hey, what happened?"

Is incredible that he didn't get how bad that sounded, you thought for a moment that you should leave the room and leave him, regretting what he said, but a better idea came across.

"What did you call me?" you got free from his grip and put your hand on his neck, squeezing like he did with you.

His faced got really red, you never saw him got that flustered, his eyes glowing different but still with lust.

"Don't make me ask you again." your mouth liking his ear, that it's already hot and read.

"I called you slut." his voice sounded heavy, like he couldn't speak right.

"I don't like being called like that, i am your girlfriend... i've never called you such a bad thing."

You put almost all your weight on his crotch, that now it's fully erect, maybe he likes this new dynamic a litlle to much and that makes you smile.

"You want me to treat you bad?"

"Uh..." he is clearly speechless.

"You are a bad boy, you need a punishment." with a fast movement, you threw him on the bed, "you want that?"

He nodded, not being able to answer that. You thought for a moment on making him use his words like he does with you, but is his first time like that, so indulge him a little is a good option.

Sanji

Instantly nose bleed, we all know that.

But his body doesn't let him pass out while such an event happening in front of him.

He just stays there, static, almost making heart eyes.

WHen you touched his cheek, there was no turning back.

Kisses on your hand, your face, your neck, ears... every part of your body is now a temple for him to worship.

When you sat him on the edge of the bed and took of your shirt, leaving you on shorts and bra, a flow of blood went down his nose. That was a posibility, you already saw that coming but you were praying that he didn't fade out. Incredibly so, he didn't do it, his body was rigid and his eyes were shining. You already spotted his erection, he is really easy to turn on, but making him petrified it's more difficult, and that resulted in a confidence boost.

"Looks like someone is to stunned to speak."

Your movements flow thru the room, his mouth getting open while his hand slowly goes to palm his cock, he probably doesn't even know what he is doing. You decided to stop dancing, he clearly wasnt going to react more than that. Maybe putting your hand on his cheek has more effect.

The results were instant, when your hand carresed his cheek, his brain reactivated. Catching your hand and starting to kiss it desperatly, going up to your wrist, then your arm, then your shoulder.

"My beautiful, precious, amazing, hot, sexy, ... " you coudln't hear right all those compliments thanks to the kisses, but it's clearly that he wants to worship you.

His eyes never stop making contact with yours, his arms dragged you beneath him, now kissing your breasts, stomach and stopping om the border of your shirts.

"My love... "his voice sounded like a prayer, "let me worship your body, let me show you how much i love it."

It almost looked like his eyes were making the shape of hearts, hearts full of desire and admiration for you.

Ussop

You thought on doing this everytime he lock himself in his studio making new inventions.

When you finally decided to try it out, it ended up being not what you expected.

He got really nervous that someone could get in from one side, and for the other side he got really flustered and shy from your bolndess.

He becomes a really big mess, not knowing what to do next.

That's it, this is the last time he locks himself in the studio for days, it has been two days since he came out, not even visiting you. It's like he forgotten you were his girlfriend and that's when you take action. You were in front of the door, only with a set of lingeire and a coat to cover it, you don't want the rest of the crew to be involved in this, obviously.

"Hi, handsome," you lean on the door frame, letting the coat sligthy open.

"Hi..." his voice started to fade away and his face got really red.

He didn't say another word, just walked next to you. You thought he was going to kiss you but his hands catching the coat and closing it made a different statement.

"I did something wrong?" you asked concerned, maybe you entered on the wrong time.

"No, you are looking..." his eyes traveled your body once more and let out a sigh, "really good, but what if someone enters, what if someone was alrady in?"

"I am not that reckless, i just tried to make you pay attention to me."

His face got even more red, his eyes not knowing where to look your face, your body or another place. But you were obviously making a really big effect on him.

"I really want to do this, to see this," his hands almost open your coat to take a look at your body, "but i need to fish the work, when i finish it, believe me i will get there."

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, before getting out you opened the coat again to let him take a look at his reward.

Franky

He can't take it seriously, once he saw you enter with a thong and a coat, all your attempts to seduce him dissapeared.

He put on his thong and started swinging around singing his songs and bouncing his ass.

You felt a little humiliated about not being taken seriously, when he saw that he started trying to seduce you.

That means, getting your coat and starting to dance.

It didn't turn you on, so he didn't seduce you, but he made you laugh and that lifted up your mood.

He knows sometimes his jokes and energy don't really match the moments but he tries to compensate.

You entered the room with a full lingerie set, that obsviously had a thong, because you know how much he loves them. You did a little wisthle to catch his attention away from the machine he was reparing.

"Hey, big boy." once he turned around and saw you, his energy busted up, but not in the way you expected.

"OHHHHH, SUPEEERRRRRRR, I have one of these too. LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT." he sarted dancing and showing his thong, ignoring your pouty face.

Suddently he took the coat you had before and put it on himself, a strange look comes across your face. He couldn't close the coat because of the height but started to dance around, imitating what you did earlier. That was the last straw you thought, maybe it's time for you to leave.

Then he tried to make some stripper's poses and got a cramp, you couldn't help but burst into laugh while your boyfriend is on the ground.

"AWWWW, my leggg!!!!"

"You asked for it."

"I was trying to compensate."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, i saw you sad, i know sometimes i make jokes on the wrong times."

You got on your knees and kiss his cheek while his massive arms start to trap you.

[yestrday]

tbh academy harem is alr n all but i would def go to my girlies (lumine, my love 😍)

omg anon you're so right for that 😍😍 lumine will always be the hottest person around swear if i were in this academy id never leave her side

you might like: yandere! genshin academy au + aether

"hmph."

"aether, are you mad."

"hmph."

lumine sighs, biting off the last of her popsicle. the wooden stick reveals the 'win!' carved on it and she hands it out to her twin. "here, you can redeem the gift. just don't be mad at me, ae."

"i don't want your leftovers, lumine." aether still refuses to look at her. "you can take your prize, just like you always do."

she sighs once more as she feels a headache coming on. neither of them were really the type to have inferiority issues, especially when they were mostly equal in every aspect. but as they all say, all good things come to an end, and aether has begun tearing apart their good relationship for his silly nonsense.

"ae, can't you see this as a good thing? the more [your name] spends around me, the more you'll get to hang out with them too. then you can use that as an opportunity to grow close—"

"but they only like you!" he whines, stomping his foot down like a petulant child. "if they do hang out with me then it's only because they want to see you!" lumine's usually cool face quirks into a smile as she watches her brother throw a tantrum. "don't you dare laugh, lu! you think this is funny, don't you?!"

she shrugs. "it's not my fault i'm so damn hot."

"we share the same face!"

she continues to watch aether as he sulks, before she suddenly remembers something. "oh. right. i need to ask one of our upperclassmen to tutor me for the finals." aether glares at her through teary eyes.

"what the hell are you talking about?" he grumps. "we both know you don't need that."

"well, i was thinking of inviting [your name] over to our house for the weekend," lumine starts, feigning innocence. "but if you don't want that then..."

"wait wait wait." aether frantically tries to stop lumine as she twiddles with her hair. "m– maybe i need the refresher too..."

"hm, thought so."

"let's send a selfie to childe while we're at it. he'll be so jealous."

"yeah, let's break his heart even more."

and so the twins continue on their merry way, the bond of blood and shared love repairing their relationship in an instant.

[wintersera]

g!p chaewon x sub!reader x g!p yunjin

notes: it’s my first time writing a threesome fic so,,, anyways yeah yippee!! thanks to sakura’s wh*re anon for requesting i had sm brainrot

cw: not proofread, g!p chaewon/yunjin, chaewon is mean :(, slut shaming, degradation, praise, two cocks in one hole?!??, oral (receiving), reader only receiving, dubcon??, cheating, creampie in a way.

word count: 0.8k

meeting them face to face one day after the whole discord vc incident, what you didn’t know is that they were listening in. your plan was to make friends with them at first since they’re your beloved girlfriends close friends from a lonngg time ago, but both of them had ulterior motives.

coming back to one of their houses thinking you guys were just gonna hang out after you’ve spent god knows how long in an arcade. chaewon, the shorter girl latches onto your arm dragging you to their massive couch, telling you to wait a couple of minutes. you do as you’re told, watching both huddle together, yunjin and chaewon whisper whilst giggling. they finally end their giggling session and look at you, chaewon smirking at you and yunjin licking her lip’s eyeing you up and down. gone from your vision real quick, yunjin lifts you up and keeps you in place, unable to escape her grasp you begin to panic. what the actual fuck is going on? chaewon excitingly unbuttoning your white blouse and pulling down your skirt, exposing your matching set of lacy pink lingerie.

“wow it’s almost as if you were waiting for this to happen to you y/n. you’re that much of a slut that you wore this under your outfit?”

unable to answer her you stare at the ground. you’re vulnerable right in front of your girlfriends two besties that you met for the first time and now they’re degrading you? now why is this turning you on….

“chaewon, look at her she’s not even responding… i think you went too far”

“jen don’t be a pussy, you heard her over the disc vc. she’s a little slut look at how wet she is already” gathering up the wetness in between her fingers. you didn’t even release you were completely soaked.

“wait what do you mean discord vc? did sakura not- oh fuck” embarassed, you look to the right to avoid their stares. sakura omfg…. but anyways the situation you were in is quite tough, your girlfriends two hot friends are trying to fuck you right now and you might as well take the opportunity.

chaewon already ready for action springs onto you, pulling your panties down your leg. “fuck you’re actually so wet, jen come look at this” the taller girl looking down from behind you, eyeing the string of wetness from your pants to your cunt. stunned at this sudden pressure from behind you, you could only assume that it was yunjins cock pressing against your ass. and damn.. it’s massive. mentally drooling at the thought, you grow wildly aroused. maybe chaewon is right, you are a slut. kneeling infront of you chaewon blows on your puffy clit wanting to get a reaction out of you, fortunately it worked really well, already squirming in yunjins arms biting down your lip so you don’t let a moan roll from your tongue. not really giving a fuck anymore, you take your available hand and shove chaewon into your pussy. her lapping up your wetness like a dog, spit and your juices dripping everywhere, down your thighs and down chaewons chin.

the taller girl, feeling left out :(( taking out her cock and telling you to take it. and you do, so well. “oh my god, y/n you’re so tight i feel like im already gonna cum” gasps leaving her mouth as she slowly thrusts in and out of you from behind. praises on how good your pussy feels to her leaving her mouth in breathy low moans. “s-shit oh my god… you feel so good, you’re pussy is so warm”

“HEY, wait a minute that’s not fair i want to be in y/n’s pussy too” she exclaims as she leaves in between your thighs, pushing one of your legs in the air creating more space for her to push her cock into you. taking off her pants she’s whips out her dick immediately already teasing the tip at the entrance even though yunjin is already there.

“h-hold on a minute… i don’t think i can fit two of you in m-” cutting you off she shoves in her cock anyways, filling you up. two in your pussy is a whole new sensation, feeling like your cunt was about to break if one of them didn’t start moving. it was awkward at first, yunjin going at a slow pace, taking her time to savour your cunt while chaewon was rutting into you. i mean it felt good, but it was all too confusing. eventually the got the hang of it both pumping in and out of you at the same speed, fuck it feels so good. chaewon fervently nipping at your neck and yunjin leaving open mouthed kisses on your back. overwhelmed with all these sensations you instinctively grab chaewons arm cursing loudly as you cum, creaming all over their dicks. the two of them feeling you tighten around their cocks sending them into pure bliss shortly after yours. their cum filling you up, stomach showing a bump from all their cum. eventually pulling out after they helped you and themselves ride out eachothers high, cum spilling down your thighs and to the floors.

[dizzyjelly]

Stress Relief(18+)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You're busy studying for college, but your gf Ellie insists you come spend some time with her. She noticed you're growing frustrated with your studies, so she provides you with some stress relief.

A/n: alr you guys this won my poll, I will be posting those other stories in order of which got the most to least votes !!

Cw: smoking 🍃, r!first time smoking, shotgunning, needy reader, smut, oral r!receiving, fingerings e!receiving, boob play, boob sucking

You stood at Ellies door, kicking it with your foot instead of knocking because your hands were full. She'd been begging you to come hang out at her dorm but you had to study. So she told you to just bring your books and that's what you did. She insisted it'd been too long since she last saw you and and she just needed to spend some quality time with her girl.

When she got all sweet and sappy like that, you just couldn't refuse. She was at the door almost immediately with a huge smile. First she'd grab your books for you and bring them inside, setting them on her bed. Then she turned around and pulled you into a hug. Her arms would wrap around your back tightly and your own came around her shoulders.

"Hi." You giggle, resting your head on her shoulder.

"Hey." She kisses you on the cheek before pulling away and walking over to her bedside table.

You noticed she was rolling a joint and you chuckled, sitting on her bed and opening your books. Ellie smoked around you often and you didn't mind. But you never tried it yourself, you didn't really want to. She'd try and convince you, but wouldn't push too hard.

Ellie joined you quickly, resting so her back was against the headboard as she took a hit. She watches you as you flip through your books and jot down occasional notes, and she notices you seem to get stuck on a certain page for a while. Eventually, you let out a frustrated groan and shut the book aggressively, dropping your head into your hands with a sigh. Ellie chuckles at this and gives you a sympathetic look.

"Hey, c'mere baby." She motions for you to come sit with her.

You don't say anything, just make your way between her legs and rest your back against her chest. She wraps one arm around you as the other one is still used to hold her joint. She blows her smoke into your face, which you scrunch your nose at as you use your hand to swat it away. She chuckle, placing light kisses on your neck.

"You feeling stressed?" Her breath is hot against your skin as her lips are still at your neck as she asks the question.

You nod, leaning your head back onto her shoulder to give her better access. She waits for you to say something else as she continues kissing at your neck, occasionally your jaw too.

"Yeah.." You let out a low whine, "i just don't understand this one chapter and i-its really frustrating.." You stutter as her teeth grazed your neck every so slightly.

"Maybe you should try a little stress relief? What d'you think hm.." Ellie gestures her joint towards you.

You considered it, but you were still really nervous. You bit down on your bottom lip before answering.

"I don't know Els, I've never even smoked before.." You were hesitant.

"What if I told you I know a little trick, it'll make it easier since it's your first time." She spoke softly, her chin rested on your shoulder now and her words whispered directly into your ear.

"Mm I guess.." You hum, nodding as Ellie turns you around so you're facing her.

Your sat on your knees between her legs, her arm rests lazily at your lower back. She tell you to open your mouth and you do so, watching her with an innocent expression as she takes another hit. Instead of blowing it out in your face, like you'd expected, she leans forward and presses her lips to yours.

She blows the smoke directly into your mouth and then kisses you lightly before pulling away and using her fingers to close your lips. She bites her lip as she watches you hold it in for as long as she makes you. Finally she removes her fingers from your lips and you open your mouth, the smoke goes out into the air between your faces.

Ellie chuckles lowly at you as you let out a tiny cough. With a smirk, she brings her finger to boop your nose.

"You're... cute.." She whispers, but you were so close that you heard her anyways.

"Thanks.." You whisper back with a giggle.

Ellie looks at you as she gestures for you to actually take the joint, eyebrows raised. With a sigh you take it between your thumb and index finger then bring it to you lips. She gazes at you as you breathe it in then cough it out, another laugh falling past her lips. She's surprised when you take two more hits rather than handing it back to her. On your third hit you don't cough at all and she smiles as she takes the join from you.

"Wow baby.. I'm impressed." Her voice is low, and you smile and blush a little at her comment.

Feeling flustered, you don't say anything. Instead you adjust your seating position so your straddling her lap, you thighs resting at her hips. Ellie smirks at this as she pulls you close using her arm wrapped around your back. Your arms rest lazily at her shoulders, your hands holding one another behind her head.

"What, no thank you? Has someone forgotten her manners..?" She whispers into your ear before kissing and nibbling ar your earlobe a bit.

"N-no, I just-" you decide not to explain yourself and instead just give her what she wants "thank you Ellie.." your voice is quiet, and she can tell you're feeling needy too.

"'S what I thought.. good girl." Her breath is hot against your ear.

Ellie knew that name, praise, whatever, drove you insane. You let out a deep, slow exhale at the name. She chuckles, feeling you squirm uncomfortably in her lap. A moment later, you lean back and hold her face in your hands before leaning in to kiss her.

Your lips slot against her own perfectly and it's not long before she's prodding her tongue at your bottom lip. Excitedly, you open your mouth and let her slip her tongue inside. You can't help but moan into the kiss as she explores every crevice of your mouth, as well as swirls her tongue around your own.

Ellie puts the joint out since its already nearly done. Then she proceeds to move and lie down on her back, her hands roaming to your ass. You pull back from the kiss to moan as she gropes you, your body weight resting on top of her. She smiles at you, biting her lip as she gives your ass a little spank. You put your hands at either side of her head, staring into her eyes.

"Ellie I... I need you.." You whine.

"Fuckkk baby... you need me?" She asks, her voice is low and rough.

"Mhmm... so so bad.." You were full on whimpering now, but Ellie loved every second of it.

Ellie didn't say another word, her hands held your upper thighs and her thumbs rubbed lazy circles onto the bare skin. You'd worn a skirt today, which she loved. Within seconds she had you on your back, her hands running up and down your sides as she made her way between your legs.

After the first or second kiss she'd place to your inner thigh, Ellie pulled at the hem of your shirt. Immediately you understood and took it off. She smiled, admiring your tits for a while before she finally leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss at the top of each of them. Then she removed your bra, it was pretty which made her let out a small laugh as she discarded it onto the floor.

Once your tits were fully exposed, Ellie instantly latched onto one while her hand groped at the other. Her tongue flicked over one nipple and she'd nibble at it lightly every couple seconds. And her hand held the other one, her fingers pinching your hardened nipple. Not too hard, nor too soft, but just right. Ellie always knew how to do it just right.

After she was satisfied with herself, having switched her lips and hand between your tits for a good while, she slowly started to kiss down your body. First, between your boobs, then down to your belly. And finally, she way eye level with your cunt. It really was a sight to see, her lust filled eyed staring into your own as you could feel her hot breath between your lips.

When she finally did press her tongue to your folds, it was pure bliss. First she'd slowly lick up from you hole all the way to your clit. And when she got there, she wrapped her lips around it and flicked her tongue over it quickly. One of your hands tangled in her hair, gripping and pulling it in all the right places. Your other hand gripped the sheets.

"Oh my God ellie..." You moaned and whined, unintentionally bucking your hips against her face.

She smirked against your wet pussy as she felt you trying to push yourself against her more. You threw your head back into her pillows with a deep sigh, moaning and whining as Ellie continued to go down on you. One of her hands held and caressed your right thigh, the other one rested lazily by her side.

A few minutes later and she was bringing her free hand between your legs. As she continued to suck on your swollen clit, she pressed her middle and ring fingertips to your aching entrance. When she finally buried them inside you, she groaned at the wall your gummy walls clenched down instantly.

The feeling was almost too much. Being so full while Ellie also stimulated your clit, you knew you wouldn't last long. Before you knew it, both your hands were tangled in her hair. You gripped and pulled at it roughly as loud moans spewed from your mouth relentlessly.

"E-El-lie.. 'm gonna cuum.." You whined, your eyes squeezed shut with blinding pleasure.

"Come on. Give it to me. Be a good girl and cum for me." Her voice was all you needed to reach your high, and her lips returned to your puffy clit as soon as she finished talking.

You couldn't help yourself. As you gushed all over your face, you bucked your hips up into her aggressively. Once you came down from your high your legs trembled slightly. You laid there, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Ellie chuckled as she moved to lay beside you, your head resting on her shoulder as she did.

"Damn babe.. gonna get a noise complaint. Again." She laughed.

You let out a small whine at her teasing, pressing your face into the side of her neck without a word. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rubbed your arm softly. Your own arm laid across her stomach, holding her waist gently.

"Stop.." You mumbled against her, she felt your hot breath against her neck.

"Sorry, I'm kidding, im kidding baby.." She kissed your forehead with a smile.

"Uh, what about you? You didn't get to.. finish." You were offering to get her off, indirectly.

Indirectly because even after she made you see stars and left your legs shaking, you were still shy. Your cheeks still flushed red as you offered. Ellie chuckled softly.

"Go ahead baby." She nodded down towards herself.

You bit your lip as you moved to kiss her cheek softly. Then your kisses grew sloppily and more aggresive as you moved them to her jaw and neck. She let out quiet, soft grunts as you did this. Her breath hitched as she felt you trail your hand down her chest, to her belly, then all the way down to her cunt.

You smiled against her neck when you slipped your hand in her boxers and felt how wet she was. You'd known she got turned on by eating you out, but damn. You watched with a smile as her breath hitched when you rubbed small, slow, circles on her clit. You'd quicken your pace just to watch her stutter incoherently, then slow down all again.

You'd continue this until she came, which caused her to close her eyes and bite her lip while groaning softly. You loved to watch her face as she came. She was so beautiful. After you both got cleaned up, you rested in her bed spooning.

"I love you baby.." She whispers, kissing your cheek softly.

"I love you." You whispered back, smiling at her kisses and affection.

[luffyvace]

Vinsmoke Sanji x reader who fights his royal treatment~

@starrymiko suggested/requested these!! This a fun idea I’ve never seen before, because most people ik wouldn’t reject royal treatment from a hot guy—turns out I have a lot to learn (😂💗)

I really don’t how to explain this as a short title so here’s the post where they explain it better than me: Vinsmoke Sanji with reader who rejects his royal treatement

also going to link the posts they got inspired by/read to give them this idea:

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons & Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Sanji loves hard when he loves

And he certainly loves you!

He’s also a very expressive man!

whether he despises you or wants to marry you, he expresses how he feels!

usually verbally too

But he also has practically all love languages, and he tones them to your favorites

but one trait that definitely sticks is his need to take care for who he loves!

so when you reject it?! “But my ethereal and whimsically attractive darling?! What do you mean??”

you explain that you don’t want his coddling and that you can do things on your own, as you prefer your independence

even though that’s not the full story, technically

Pushing him away is pretty darn hard as we see in the anime with Nami and Robin. He’s been trying and failing for 2 years..So if your his s/o this simps’ definitely not just gonna be like “ok 👍” and simply walk away 🤷‍♀️

Alr I apologize for that dad joke.

he’s gonna try every love language in the book to try and get you to open up, you two are dating after all, so maybe your just shy? Awww so cute! His dearest is embarrassed~ Physical Touch is probably the first thing he’d try and the first thing you’d say no to. Mainly since he’s a simp and touching is too direct for you. You guys are a really ironic couple since you’re almost scared of love and he’s all about it.

He tried to initiate contact of all types and got rejected each and every time. Let me carry you for a romantic walk as I hold your bags! 💥💥 “I said got it! 💨 🎒😑” Well at least let me carry the bag to your room! It’s really heavy! “No! I can do it on my own!” But darling- “NO!”

tbh you can hit him as much as you want but he won’t hit you back. So whenever you argue or fight about these kinds of things you usually end up winning the argument

for acts of service literally everything is a no- I washed your laundry for you! “What! Don’t touch my clothes! I’ve got it!!” I got that thing you’ve been searching for! “I wanted to find it myself! Now it’s not as rewarding! I could do it on my own! Stop doing things for me!” Darling, let me help~ 😞 “no way!”

tbh the only thing you let him do is cook for you because he is the cook, and even so, if you want to fix a snack you prefer to do it by yourself. It makes his love for cooking grow even more and he looks forward to daily meals because he can finally take care of you! 🩷

receiving gifts is probably another thing you’d reject seeing as though you’d figure you can get it yourself. But words of affirmation and quality time? May or may not be so bad for you! I’ll let you decide :) if you allow him to display his love in these ways he’d be overjoyed and just assume this is your preferred way of display of affection, and that the other 3 aren’t your forte 💗💗

when he finds out he’s truly scaring you away simply by treating you right and respecting you, he figures somethin’s up.

he’s gonna get to the bottom of it too, whether you like it or not because you, need. it. He knows what it feels like to bottle up your past and smile at the future, despite the fact that the past is still hurting you inside, and it’s like a ticking time bomb before you implode.

He knows he doesn’t want that for you. (Especially after whole cake)

So he’ll gently pry as much as he can with out upsetting you too much. It’s also helpful if you visit your home land, because then he can learn what it was like for you growing up.

if he finds out a person did this to you? They’re cooked.

LOL- literally tho, he’s going Infrit Jambe and lighting’ ‘‘em up! 🔥

if they’re a women he’ll explain the situation to Robin and Nami who’ll certainly want to help you, and they’ll beat up that trifling tramp! 💥

(even if you don’t visit your homeland this still applies ⬇️)

after that Sanji would want to ease you into being used to respect especially and his care too

now if your just naturally independent he’ll try and let it go as best as he can, but he does want you to command respect, because if you let others disrespect you, that proves you have no respect for yourself.

and it’s essential to be able to at least stand up for yourself on the grand line.

but don’t worry! If you won’t do it, he will for you! 😏 No? Well then stand up for yourself dear! 😊

🔥🧑‍🍳

🍜🍳🥘🥞

🔥🔥🔥🔥 Let. Me. COOK.

[gerrystamour]

the fire is so delightful

For: @mojowitchcraft / weird_witchcraft

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Max "Maxine" Mayfield

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 5,500

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is Max's dad in this, Steve Harrington is a Christmas Lover, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Frottage, Dom/sub undertones

Summary: Eddie hates Christmas. Steve, and his daughter, loves it. Eddie decides to grin and bear it.

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

[ READ ON AO3 ]

All great things come with a certain amount of sacrifice, Eddie told himself that everyday.

So when the hot school teacher that frequented the bar Eddie worked asked him out, he knew there had to be some sort of catch.

He knew Steve was a single dad well before he asked Eddie out and he’d decided that was just fine by him. Eddie loved kids, was great with them even, plus Steve already told him he had a rule about not introducing new partners to his kid too soon. The kid was absolutely not a sacrifice, in Eddie’s mind.

He also knew that Steve was what one might call a jock, athletically inclined and holy shit, did he look like it. Eddie’s high school self was wailing and screaming about him falling for the enemy, but the first tumble between the sheets proved that the athleticism only did good things for things like stamina, strength, power. So once again, not a sacrifice.

Steve was hilarious, dedicated, hot as hell, and the perfect father. He was accommodating and kind, while also the bitchiest, most savage gossip in the entire world. He was also the best goddamn lay Eddie had ever had, what with the way he took control and helped still Eddie’s racing thoughts, sent his mind straight into the stratosphere where he couldn’t think about anything other than the pleasure he was feeling at Steve’s focused hands.

No, they made it three whole months into their relationship before the moment of truth came.

It was actually two months into the relationship when the first hint came up, if Eddie had been paying any attention at all.

“I’m not much of a Halloween person,” Steve had said when Eddie asked why the decorations on his front lawn were so lame. “Neither is Max, so we don’t really go all out.”

That was insane to Eddie, absolute serial killer vibes. There were several seconds where he was actually contemplating if they would work out.

“Maybe you just haven’t had the right person to show you how awesome Halloween is,” Eddie had teased as he crowded Steve against the kitchen counter.

“Maybe,” Steve had replied with a lazy smirk, glancing at Eddie’s mouth. “Definitely happy to let you try to change my mind.”

And damn, did Steve let him try. That beautiful man went to every goddamn haunt and ghost walk that Eddie dragged him to, and he even smiled through most of it. Steve even found something nice to say about everything they did, even the things that Eddie caught him giving bitchy eyerolls at.

By mid-October, Steve had decided it was time that Eddie met his daughter Max, and their first bonding experience was hitting up the Spirit Halloween and getting her a sick costume and then getting half a dozen pumpkins to carve together. They spent the whole afternoon gutting and carving them while Steve cleaned and roasted the seeds and made other treats and dinner for all three of them.

It had been a perfect day, one that ended with Eddie spending the night at Steve’s house, in his bed, and eating breakfast with both Steve and Max. It was one of those times that Eddie realized he was falling in love and falling fast. That morning, Max had asked Eddie if he would take her and her friends trick-or-treating and Eddie thought his chest might explode it felt so full of affection for the twelve-year old.

The moment of truth came sometime around the beginning of November when Steve came to the bar and bopped his head to the Christmas music that was already playing.

“Annoying, right?” Eddie groused, and Steve raised an eyebrow with one of his patient smiles.

“What is?”

“The music. Halloween just ended and we’re already being subjected to the sickening upbeat nonsense for a capitalist holiday?” Eddie had explained grumpily while he shined a glass. When he’d looked up at Steve, he barely caught the weird expression that was quickly wiped from his face.

“You don’t like Christmas?” Steve had asked, and he was smiling but there was something off about it.

“No,” Eddie said honestly and flatly, and Steve did that little laugh he did only when he was trying to not say something. “Do you?”

“Yeah, but like, a normal amount,” Steve said and then he quickly changed the subject.

After that, Steve seemed reluctant to invite him over until Thanksgiving and Eddie pushed about it. When he finally did, he got all the answers he needed.

Steve’s house was… well, lets just say what it lacked for Halloween decor, it definitely made up for with Christmas stuff. There was a big inflatable Santa and reindeer in the front lawn, and honestly the Christmas lights were so well done they looked professional. Like, straight out of those Christmas commercials.

When Eddie stepped into the house, he quickly realized that Steve was likely a lot more into Christmas than “a normal amount” like he claimed. Every surface had some sort of decor, and there was a stand in the front room for a real tree. Staring at that stand, Eddie kind of hoped he was invited along to go shopping for a tree, which was stupid because he hated Christmas.

“Sorry for all the, y’know,” Steve had said as he scrubbed the back of his neck, gesturing around. “This is our thing, me and Max’s I mean.”

“Stevie, babe, you don’t have to apologize. Like at all. Or pretend to be chill. You literally let me be my craziest about Halloween without complaint,” Eddie had said, insistent and desperate for Steve to understand that had he known, he’d have kept his mouth shut about Christmas entirely.

“Yeah, but I don’t hate Halloween, Eds,” Steve had said with the saddest little smile and Eddie had to stop that immediately.

“Listen, Steve, I don’t have many good memories around Christmas because I grew up poor and most of my extended family hated me, so I just— I never saw the point of it,” Eddie said quickly, grabbing Steve’s hands tightly in his own. “I am more than happy to let you try and change my mind. I want to be part of every single stupid Christmas thing you do if you’ll have me and I’ll even play nice about the dumb stuff, just like you did with me. I promise.”

Steve just smirked at him, an expression Eddie had seen only in the context of either playing one of his sports when he was sure he was going to win and in bed when Eddie challenged him to a seemingly impossible task.

“I look forward to teaching you the magic of Christmas, then,” Steve said simply, and kissed him so sweetly that Eddie’s knees nearly buckled beneath him. Then, when he pulled away, he smirked and pointed upward. “Mistletoe.”

When Steve walked away toward the kitchen and Eddie looked up at the mistletoe hanging above him, he knew he was in trouble if the butterflies in his gut were anything to go by.

The thing was, Eddie loved all the “stupid” Christmas shit Steve dragged him to, and it was a lot less like being “dragged” to them. Sure enough, that Thanksgiving weekend, Steve invited Eddie to go shopping for their tree, and Max had been loud in her demand that he say yes. If he hadn’t already been trying to figure out how to ask to go along, that would have convinced him to give up the Grinch schtick. His heart growing three times its size and that shit. Whatever.

Choosing the tree had taken a whole afternoon at the nursery, Max being exceedingly picky and Eddie just feeding into that to make the whole thing last longer. Eventually Steve reached his limit with the two of them and declared that they had to choose one out of the two contenders they were debating between.

“Eddie should choose!” Max declared, crossing her arms over her chest as she rounded on Eddie. “It’s the rules.”

“What rules, red?” he asked, bewildered and a little touched.

“It’s your first Christmas with us,” she said with a roll of her eyes, like it was the most obvious answer. “New friends choose our tree.”

“Yeah, Max, but that’s only if they’re into Christmas,” Steve said, shooting Eddie an apologetic smile.

“What kind of asshole doesn’t like Christmas?” Max asked and Steve’s mouth dropped open as Eddie winced a bit.

“Maxine!” Steve said sternly, putting his hands on his hips and sending Eddie an almost frantic look.

“Steve, it’s fine. More than fine. I would be honoured to choose your tree,” Eddie said, grinning as he stepped close to kiss Steve’s cheek.

“Our tree,” Max said firmly, and Eddie nodded.

“Of course, I meant ‘your tree’ as in the Harrington tree, not just your dad’s tree, little red,” Eddie had reassured her quickly and she just rolled her eyes.

“No, stupid, I mean our tree. It’s your tree, too,” she explained, frowning when Eddie’s mouth dropped open. Then she huffed and glanced away. “Hurry up and choose. I’m getting cold and Lucas wanted to play some dumb video game today.”

So, Eddie chose the Harrington tree and he even was part of bringing it back to their house, setting it up in the stand and decorating it. They spent hours on the whole affair, and that evening after Max had been in bed for an hour, he found himself laying on the floor of the front room staring up at Steve. He was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, his eyes shining so brightly in the dim room. They had been making out on the floor lazily, their mulled wine cooling in the mugs sitting on a table nearby.

“Thank you for humouring her,” Steve murmured, tucking some of Eddie’s curls behind his ear. “At the nursery. You could’ve said no and I would’ve made her understand.”

“Wasn’t humouring her, Stevie. I mean it,” Eddie insisted, reaching up and cupping Steve’s jaw. “I’m… I’m all in with you, okay? I want to— I helped with the tree because I wanted to, not because she made me.”

Steve’s grin had been blinding and they barely made it to the bedroom before clothes began to be tugged off of each other.

Thus began the trips to winter markets every single weekend, sometimes multiple markets, where Steve and Max would purchase even more kitschy Christmas decor and mulling spice mixes and various fancy pastries and such. It was a lot of Christmas music (which was still disgustingly overplayed) but it was also a lot of seeing Steve and Max smiling so big their faces had to hurt from it.

So, yeah, the sacrifice in this great thing with Steve was that Eddie had to pretend to like Christmas.

The only thing was, he wasn’t pretending, not with Steve. Not with the way Steve and Max did Christmas, the way they involved all of their loved ones and made sure everyone got something out of the holiday from them. It was a shocking revelation when Eddie realized he wanted to spend Christmas with the Harringtons for the rest of his life, that Christmas had the opportunity to usurp Halloween’s place in his heart if Steve kept this up.

When the Hawkins Winter Carnival rolled around, Eddie was ready for the inevitable invite that would come from Steve. It was the thing to do that time of year, and if Eddie was being honest, he had never gone. Well, he went when he was really young, but it didn’t count because he couldn’t remember it.

But the invite just wasn’t coming, and the carnival weekend was quickly approaching. It would be easy enough to secure the day off of work, but it was always better to have as much notice as possible.

“So, were you gonna be going to the Hawkins Winter Carnival?” Eddie asked one day as he sat at the island in Steve’s kitchen, and Steve’s ears went dark red.

“Uhm, yes, I was going,” he admitted sheepishly, and when he looked up, he balked at whatever expression was on Eddie’s face. “I’m just— I’ve been saddled with chaperoning all of Max’s friends and I didn’t want you to have an extra miserable time.”

Eddie blinked at Steve, confused at his logic there. “Why would I be miserable spending the day with two of my favourite people in the whole world?” he asked, grinning at the affectionate eyeroll and blush that got out of Steve.

“Okay, but it’s not just going to be the three of us. It would be us plus a whole gaggle of other twelve-year olds and I wouldn’t wish that fate on my worst enemy,” Steve replied, stirring the sauce he had simmering on the stove.

“Uh-huh, but that’s still not you asking me what I wanna do,” Eddie pointed out, raising an eyebrow when Steve opened his mouth to argue. When Steve snapped it shut again, Eddie puffed his chest up smugly. “That’s what I thought.”

“Fine. Eddie, would you like to join me and a gaggle of sixth-graders to the carnival?” Steve asked with another roll of his eyes, but he was grinning when he looked up at Eddie through his lashes.

“I would love to!” Eddie replied brightly, already texting his boss at the bar to get the day off.

The day of the carnival was bright and sunny, the snow on the ground blinding. The sun beaming through the windows of Eddie’s apartment was warm, so he just put on his jeans, an insulated pair of boots, and one of his heavier coats. He didn’t want to get too hot walking around, he decided, and the thought of keeping track of gloves and a hat was daunting on its own.

When Steve arrived to pick him up, he only had Max in the back seat, and she was practically vibrating with excitement. Not that she would voice it out loud, of course, but Eddie knew she was happy he was tagging along.

“You look good,” Steve sighed, leaning across the center console to press a soft, chaste kiss to Eddie’s lips, filling his stomach with a swarm of butterflies.

“You, too,” Eddie replied, chasing Steve’s lips for another quick kiss before sitting properly and buckling up. They could usually get away with two chaste smooches before Max started gagging noisily in the back seat.

“So, where are the gaggle of children I was warned about?” Eddie asked after Steve started driving, turning in his seat so he could see Max, too.

“We’re meeting them there,” Max replied, staring out her window.

“So their parents can get them all there, but can’t stick around?” Eddie asked and Steve laughed.

“Yep,” he said, and Max huffed.

“You offer to take us every single year, Dad,” she said flatly, for which Steve apparently had no argument.

Once they arrived at the carnival, it only took a few minutes before an entire gaggle of tweens surrounded them, all of them speaking at volumes that had to be against some kind of international law or convention or something. Eddie just stood off to the side, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets as he watched Steve take charge (kind of) and coral the little demons.

“Who’re you?”

Eddie jumped, startled by a voice right in front of him. Looking down, he realized that all of the kids were now staring at him, and he had no idea which one just spoke.

“Uh… Hi, I’m Eddie,” he replied, taking a hand out of his pocket to wave at the kids with just his fingers. Immediately, he put his hand back into his pocket as he realized the air was a bit colder than he had been prepared for.

“You’re Steve’s boyfriend?” the tallest kid asked with complete and utter disbelief in his voice.

“Gee, Wheeler, thanks?” Steve snorted, rolling his eyes skyward.

“He just seems way out of your league—” Mike started to reply before he was cut-off by a sharp elbow to the sternum from Max. “Hey!”

“Alright, children, let’s keep it civil please. We’ve got three hours to kill here, we don’t need to start it off with a fight,” Steve interjected, bodily stepping between Mike and Max. “Where do we want to head first?”

It was at that point that all the kids started talking at once, stumbling over each other. From what Eddie could gather, the kids wanted to split from the adults and do their own thing. There was a lot of back-and-forth, but eventually, they reached an agreement with Steve.

Firstly, they were to stay within the grounds of the carnival. Secondly, he would be calling one of their cell phones every thirty minutes to check on them and if they didn’t answer they immediately lost their adult-free privileges. Thirdly, they were expected to meet Steve and Eddie at the gates of the carnival at five without Steve having to round them up himself.

“You don’t want a chaperon, you have to act like you don’t need one,” Steve had said when they protested.

And that was how Eddie ended up walking around the winter carnival with Steve, just the two of them.

The carnival was a decent size, with several booths of local artisans and artists selling their holiday themed wares, a midway with food trucks galore, a Ferris wheel and merry-go-round, and carnival games. There was plenty to keep them busy for three hours.

However, Eddie quickly discovered that just because the sun felt warm through the window at home, that did not mean it was going to keep him from getting cold after more than thirty minutes outside. Within an hour and a bit, Eddie’s nose, ears, and fingers were chilly, even with his hair down and his hands kept deep in his coat pockets.

But in the end, Eddie found it easy to ignore his discomfort because Steve was smiling so huge and so bright. Eddie would suffer literally anything, even torture, just to see Steve’s grin, whether it was directed at him or not.

Somehow, though, that happy expression was for Eddie, so he would be brave and not complain about the chill. They only had a little more than an hour to go, and at some point, Eddie could buy a hot drink to wrap his cold fingers around. He was fine, perfect even.

As it came up on four, and Eddie was clutching the biggest polar bear stuffie he’d ever seen (Steve won it for him at the game with the basketball hoops), Steve sighed and wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist. Cuddling into Steve’s warmth, Eddie tilted his head onto Steve’s shoulder as they walked.

“How about we grab some mulled wine?” Steve suggested, turning his head to kiss the top of Eddie’s head and filling his tummy with a furious swarm of butterflies.

“Sounds perfect, big boy,” he replied with a grin, letting Steve lead him to the truck serving the mulled wine. There was a bit of a line, so Steve nodded toward one of the nearby fire pits.

“Grab us a seat?” Steve suggested, and Eddie nodded quickly, more than happy to sit in front of a fire after freezing his dick off for the better part of two hours. When Eddie went to pull away, Steve stopped him. “Goodbye kiss?”

“You’re a sap,” Eddie teased, even as he leaned in and kissed Steve’s smiling lips chastely. “I’m just going, like, ten feet away.”

“You love it,” Steve said as Eddie pulled away, and he was correct. “Your nose is cold,” he added with a grin, and Eddie laughed.

“Yours isn’t much better,” he teased before pulling away and hurrying over to the fire pit, immediately laying his polar bear across the bench to save their seats and holding his hands in the warmth of the fire. It almost hurt, but it also felt really good.

It was only a few minutes before Steve stepped up beside Eddie, leaning close as he offered him one of the little disposable cups. Without hesitation, Eddie stooped to kiss his boyfriend sweetly, grinning when Steve sighed.

“Missed you,” Steve said as he pulled away and beamed at Eddie.

“You were just over there for, like, fifteen minutes,” Eddie replied, his cheeks hot with his blush as butterflies swarmed inside his stomach.

Steve just gave Eddie his most handsome and crooked little grin. “Tell me about it,” he hummed, leaning back in for a quick smooch before holding up Eddie’s mulled wine. “Here’s yours.”

When Eddie finally went to take his cup, their fingers brushed briefly and Eddie made a soft noise at how hot Steve’s fingers felt against his. The other man must have taken his own gloves off while purchasing their drinks.

“What the hell?” Steve asked as his hand flinched away, his expression a bit horrified when his gaze met Eddie’s. “Eds, why are your fingers so cold? How long have they been like this?”

Eddie could feel his cheeks heat with the intensity of his blush, and he shrugged. “Kinda… since we got here?” he said a bit sheepishly and Steve made a small sound of disbelief.

“Are you kidding me? You’ve been giving yourself frostbite and not—I’m rounding up the kids, we’re leaving—” Steve started, and Eddie quickly shook his head.

“No! Don’t! I don’t wanna ruin their fun,” Eddie insisted, and Steve scoffed.

“And you losing your fingers isn’t going to do that?” he asked bitchily, putting a hand on his waist and raising an eyebrow.

“It’s not cold enough for that and you know it,” Eddie replied flatly. “Seriously, Steve, I’m going to be fine. I have a hot drink, a hot fire, and a hot boyfriend. I’ll warm up real quick right here.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed as he considered Eddie’s words and when he opened his mouth to speak, his phone began to ring.

“It’s Max,” he said, frowning a bit as he answered. “Hey! What’s— why’s everyone yelling…? So, no one’s hurt but…? Okay, let me get this straight,” Steve started, smirking a little bit and rolling his eyes at Eddie. “You and Jane are done hanging out with ‘smelly, stupid boys’ but you want me to call in five minutes and end everything early…? What’s in it for me, huh?”

Eddie snorts and sips at his mulled wine, shuffling backward to the bench and scooping his polar bear up into his lap while Steve hummed noncommittally as Max spoke.

“Hmm, I’ll consider your offer closely. Eddie’s been giving himself frostbite this whole time anyway, so I was about to call it anyway,” Steve finally said, ignoring Eddie’s indignant squawk. “Yeah, the butthead didn’t wear any gloves. Do I still have to wait five minutes…? Perfect, we’re at the fire pit near the mulled wine stand… Yeah, the one close to the gates. See you soon.”

Eddie pouted at Steve as he hung-up and sat down next to him. “You didn’t have to do that,” he grumbled, relaxing as Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tugged him closer.

“Hey, Max wanted to be rescued from the boys anyway. If anything, I’m doing her more of a favour than you,” he said flippantly, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Sure, whatever,” Eddie said, and within seconds they could hear the noisy approach of the gaggle of preteens.

The ride back to Steve’s was a whirlwind, with Steve insisting on dropping Mike, Lucas, and Dustin off at their homes first, even though they had to circle back on their route to drop Max off at Jane and Will’s house. The moment they dropped Dustin off and it was just the three kids in the back, Eddie immediately understood the inefficient route. Near-silence immediately fell in the car, the only disturbance being the Christmas music quietly playing on the radio as they drove.

“Holy shit, I think my ears are actually ringing,” Eddie commented, and Steve snorted.

“You get used to the shrill din of Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson arguing at the top of their lungs,” he replied, and Max scoffed at that.

“No one gets used to that, Dad,” she argued, and Eddie could see her smirk when Jane and Will giggled at that.

Finally, once they were child-free and back at Steve’s house, Eddie felt ready to crash on the couch and maybe pass out for a little nap. But of course, Steve had other ideas.

“Nuh-uh, you froze at the festival I dragged you to, so I’m gonna make sure you get all warmed up,” Steve insisted, dragging Eddie into a kiss that he refused to let Eddie deepen.

Despite Eddie’s best efforts, Steve was apparently on a mission to actually warm him up. It wasn’t just a euphemism for getting Eddie upstairs to his bed or anything like that.

Instead, Steve drew Eddie a bath in the huge soaker tub in the master bathroom, complete with a fancy bath bomb and even fucking candles. To drive home that this wasn’t about sex, Steve kissed him sweetly, chastely and said, “Enjoy your bath. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how long he was in the tub, luxuriating in the warm, lavender-scented water, before Steve poked his head inside to let him know that dinner was served. But the bath did the trick, warming him to his core and leaving him feeling loose and relaxed. Sleepy almost, but not completely exhausted like he had felt when they got home after the festival.

‘Wait, not home. To Steve’s house,’ Eddie corrected himself internally, getting out of the tub and slipping on the fluffy bathrobe Steve had said he could use while he was over a couple weeks ago. There was also a pair of slippers that Eddie had left by accident when he spent the night months ago that Steve had placed with the robe.

Downstairs, there was a fire going in the fireplace and Steve was setting out two plates of the meal he prepared on the coffee table. Steve had also gotten changed into his own bathrobe at some point, and that had Eddie struggling with the urge to confess his love right then and there.

“What?” Steve asked and Eddie blinked, startled out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realized he was staring, or standing there for so long.

“Nothing, just admiring my amazing boyfriend, that’s all,” Eddie replied with a giant grin, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders to pull him into a kiss. Once again, all of his attempts to deepen the kiss were thwarted until Steve pulled away.

“Eddie,” he warned, his tone light but the scold in it was obvious to Eddie’s ears. “Dinner first.”

“Haven’t you heard the saying, though?” Eddie challenged lightly, grinning against Steve’s lips as he placed another kiss on them. “Life’s short, so eat dessert first?”

“What did I say, Eds?” Steve asked instead, his tone full of that firmness that Eddie found himself craving more and more often.

With a sigh, Eddie replied, “Dinner first.”

“That’s right,” Steve said with a pleased hum as he stepped out of Eddie’s embrace and motioned for him to sit on the couch.

They ate their food in comfortable quiet, nothing but logs crackling in the fireplace breaking the silence of Steve’s living room. Usually, such quiet would be excruciating for Eddie, but with Steve it felt natural, perfect even. Like it was safe. Quiet moments with Steve never made Eddie feel like he had to fill them with chatter or noise like he would with most other people.

By the time they were done eating, Eddie felt so relaxed he was close to dozing off right there on the couch with his plate in his lap.

“Let’s get you upstairs and tucked into bed,” Steve hummed, standing up and holding his hands out to help Eddie to his feet.

“The dishes…” Eddie pointed out, but Steve just kept tugging him along behind him.

“They can stay right there for one night, Eds,” he replied as they climbed the stairs.

It wasn’t long before they were cuddled up under the covers on Steve’s bed, robes and slippers discarded on the floor next to the bed, and holding each other as they kissed softly, sweetly.

“How’re you feeling?” Steve asked quietly without pulling away. “Warmed up?”

“Definitely,” Eddie replied, eyes fluttering as his body lit up under Steve. “Feeling so warm.”

“Mm, I bet,” Steve chuckled, finally deepening their kiss as one of his hands wandered over Eddie’s chest, down his abdomen, and toward his hip. Before Eddie could dream of whining about being teased, Steve shifted his weight and his thigh pressed between Eddie’s legs. At Eddie’s choked off moan, Steve sighed and said, “Yeah, definitely feeling warm now.”

“Stevie, please,” Eddie whispered against Steve’s mouth as he fought the urge to rut against his thigh.

“You’re not too tired, sweetheart?” Steve asked, and Eddie could hear the genuine concern in his voice.

“Never too tired for you, babe,” he replied easily, and he absolutely meant it. Then he sheepishly added, “it might have to be just this, though, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, that’s okay, Eds,” Steve replied, pulling back to meet Eddie’s eyes as he shifted until he was settled between his legs. “So perfect when you tell me your limits, baby.”

The praise hit Eddie hard in the gut, heat pooling south so quickly he felt dizzy with it. Spreading his legs wider to wrap around Steve’s waist, Eddie moaned when they slotted against each other like matching puzzle pieces.

They rocked together like that, lazy and relaxed, making out softly until Eddie was squirming underneath Steve.

“What do you need, baby?” Steve asked in a whisper, rolling his hips a bit more determinedly, dragging a flurry of whimpers out of Eddie’s throat.

“Need t’come,” he gasped, arching against Steve and whining when Steve worked a hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around both of them. “Please, Stevie, m’so close.”

“Me too, Eds,” Steve groaned before capturing Eddie’s lips again in a sloppy, hungry kiss. Just when the coil in Eddie’s gut pulled so tight it was almost painful, Steve whispered a gentle, “come for me, sweetheart.”

Just like that, Eddie spilled between them, making a mess of both of their stomachs and Steve’s hand. When Steve didn’t stop his rocking and stroking, Eddie whimpered almost pitifully, begging Steve to come so the exquisite, perfect torture of overstimulation would end. After only a few more strokes, Steve came with a cry so sweet, Eddie felt tears spring to his eyes as he threw his arms around his boyfriend, refusing to let him go.

They held each other, panting and kissing each other sloppily for a long time, just long enough for the mess between them to become tacky and unpleasant.

“I’ll go grab a cloth, okay?” Steve said with a laugh, carefully getting off the bed to avoid smearing anything on the linens or comforters.

Eddie watched his beautiful boyfriend disappear into the ensuite, feeling warm and floaty, taken care of, and treasured. When Steve returned, Eddie knew he was looking up at the man with the sappiest, lovesick gaze if the way Steve’s cheeks turned pink was anything to go by.

“What?” he asked with a little smirk as he carefully wiped the warm cloth over Eddie’s lower abdomen and softened cock.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie replied, “I love you.”

Steve froze and his eyes met Eddie’s with a fierce intensity that would’ve terrified Eddie if a grin didn’t split Steve’s face a second later. It was huge, bright, and absolutely goofy with the way it crinkled the corners of his eyes. It was Eddie’s favourite Steve smile.

“Even though I prefer Christmas over Halloween?” Steve asked in a voice that was so happy that Eddie couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of his own chest.

“Hey, you might’ve made a convert out of me,” he confessed, winking at Steve’s shocked gasp.

“Are you serious? I made you a Christmas lover, too?” Steve pressed, tossing the cloth in the general direction of the ensuite so he could lay on top of Eddie.

“Yeah, just as long as I get to spend it with you and Max,” Eddie replied, reaching up to tuck some of Steve’s hair behind his ears. “As long as you and Max still want me around.”

“Well, you’re in luck, Eds, because I intend to keep you as long as you’ll let me,” Steve hummed, dipping his chin to capture Eddie’s lips in a slow, searching kiss before whispering against his lips, “I love you, too.”

And, yeah, Eddie was pretty sure Christmas was going to become his favourite holiday and stay that way for a long time. Maybe even forever if his luck kept up.

[solitude4chiron]

“Fashion Killa”

Earth 42 Miles x black fem reader

May or may not be a Pt.2 🫣

About ig?: Little bit (maybe more than a little) of Angst and fluff, smoking, kissing but nothing further than that, music, nostalgia, slight songfic using the song “Fashion Killa“ by A$AP Rocky because music is my personality andddd I think that’s all?????

Alr so first post, and first time writing abt any character… I gave up taking Spanish so pls spare me a little 🙏🏾 and if you do write and see anything you could give constructive criticism on it would be deeply appreciated, anywaysss

The message pinged through your phone disrupting your daydreaming session after a boiling hot shower, you still lay on the bed clutching the top of your towel in case someone barged in. Knowing you’ve lived alone for a few weeks after your boyfriend cut off all communication with you, with the world, but we never officially broke up. So I assume he’s still mine and I’m still his.

“Voy para allá ahora, ma, algo emocionante viene hacia ti. -Amor M” (I’m coming over now ma, something exciting coming your way. -Love M)

Your feet sprang up with the excitement of being able to see miles, the negative feeling your heart stored for weeks crumbled and dropped on the floor. Disappearing from hearing from him. You brush past your anger and focus on the positive, like always.

You and miles had been dating for a year now and it was the longest heart wrenching year of your life, within him being the prowler, living in a city with no hero to protect it and most of all. Breaking open his nonchalant attitude caused by Grief. It had been a lot for you both, but still holding on was the best thing you could do for your heart. Hoping through everything his love for you would never waver.

And within that thought a knock came from the door, you squeezed past the groceries still on the floor after you brung them in a few hours ago to unlock the door for miles, you would hope through all this time was still yours.

“Hi Y/N missed you baby”

And you stared at your lover, cuts sharpening his already hardened face. Hair knotted and neglected, you would assume from being on the run, and clothes slightly ripped. Even though you could still tell he was putting on his best for you. A crate of your favorite things filled one of his arms as you peered inside, 2 vinyls. Long Live A$AP and Nostalgia Ultra, a bouquet of tiger lily’s. Tiny jewelry boxes stacked on one another and some other trinkets and candy’s you would sprawl out on your bed and Indulge in with miles. 

You couldn’t say nor do anything. After Miles’s disappearing act a few weeks ago, seeing him and you within feet of each other made your heart ache to converse with him about every thought that was polluting your mind for weeks.

“I missed you miles, everything about you. Your smile and voice rolling r’s in every word, your music filling my halls in the morning, the smoke on your breath after a long stressful day, braiding your hair. I missed us. Where were you baby? Why did you run?” While choking back tears you kept your head down avoiding eye contact. It shielded you from shedding any more tears while being vulnerable.

“Los siento Amor, (I’m sorry love) I know. I got caught up in some deep shit. I know it hurts you who I am. Deep down I can tell you wish I wasn’t runnin the streets. Yo también ma. (I do too ma)” He said in a disappointed manner because he was disappointed in himself. For almost losing the love of his life.

Realizing y’all were still talking in the doorframe of your apartment. You grabbed and pulled him by his free hand to our room where he put the decorated crate on your sketch filled desk before flopping on our bed and laying his head in your crossed legs. Prompting you to take out his old braids while looking through the box.

“Miles how did you find these? I thought they were discontinued?” You said. Slightly shocked at how well he knew you. Or maybe how well he remembered you

“I have my ways, but I’m hopeful that you still realize I love you, even with the time we weren’t communicating. Lo seinto mami” (I’m sorry Mami) he stated so low it felt like an intimate whisper as he tilted his head back in my lap to lock eyes with me

And that sentence made your stomach coil, because you knew what he did. How it provided for you and his family, and in some piece of your heart deep down you wanted to be mad, so mad, but his guard was down. So you anticipated your words before saying them. Trying not to ruin the moment of vulnerability

“Cuidado, (careful) you trying to hurt me?” He said jokingly and you adjusted your hands while playing in his coils forgetting he was slightly tender headed 

“Miles baby, I love you so so much, but when you’re in these situations you need to tell me something. Anything, I’m not as strong as you, Lord knows that. You know that. Just communicate with me baby. Please.” 

And as if he could feel the tears forming in your eyes he got up from his spot, cupped your face within his rough hands and pressed kisses on your forehead and lips.

“I’m sorry y/n, I promise. Don’t cry over me. Open your gifts babe, everything I do is for you.”

And as time passed you opened boxes of rings with both of your initials engraved in them. Bags of candy that melted in your mouth (you made sure to share with miles popping them into his mouth from above him) old and newly released clothes because fashion is your favorite thing in the world, and little childhood toys you always wanted but expressed you couldn’t afford as a child

You get up to play y’all favorite album and hear miles groan a bit from the sudden movement. You spin the records he got you, listening to the music while talking and taking out his braids. Combing out the old dirt and gel buildup at his roots so it was easier for you to wash later

And somehow your on the last box, after hours of opening gifts and wrappers littering your floor (you knew that gift giving was Miles’s love language so it wasn’t surprising) he asks for you to close your eyes and allow him to open it for you. Coldness draped over your neck while Miles’s breath from behind raised your senses. As fashion killa played from our record player you felt love admitting from him while behind you.

As the song played you remembered the nights you and him would smoke together in our room, window open, moonlight shining through allowing his brown skin to look blue. Lips pressed to each other, tongues exploring each others mouths through each exhale of smoke. Tumbling through our small Brooklyn apartment kissing and touching on each other, backs pressed to each wall in the house. He would call you his fashion killa and sing the lyrics about how he adored your Dior knowing proudly he bought it for you.

“You can open your eyes now Y/N”

And in the mirror you stared in awe at a one and only piece wrapped around your neck. A crystal drop orb pendant necklace. Vivienne Westwood a piece of fashion you’d studied for years since you were a little black girl, feeling a sense you would never have it draped across your neck dripping drown your collar bone.

Until now 

So you pulled him in, and wrapped your arm around his neck using your free hand to play in his freshly detangled hair. Standing on the tip of your toes to reach his cocoa butter covered lips that were now glossy from your clear lip gloss.

“you look cute with my lipgloss on pretty boy” you teased as he rolled his eyes

“shii if you like it I love it ma” and the statement warmed your stomach

Through slight groans from miles and intimate whispers you both expressed your longing for each other very well. One of his hands traced your curvy frame as his other was occupied on holding you up against the wall whilst your legs wrapped around his waist.

“I want you at my level Y/N, not at the tip of your toes. Right in front of my face.”

“You kno you fine huh?” You muttered between sharp breaths

“Definitely do.”  He replied almost instantly kissing your collar bones while your eyes lowered in pleasure

do y’all fw this?

[sunnysaystuff]

My stance on the Jegulus-Jily-"All Death Eaters suck because canon says so" dispute (or whatever):

TLDR AT THE BOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!

After receiving MULTIPLE hate asks (wtf I'm literally nobody why do you care so much) guess I have to put this out here!!

first up - stuff I think is important:

Wolfstar isn't canon and it's the backbone of the fandom, so why do we suddenly decide canon is the shit when people write Jegulus/Jegulily fics? "James would've never liked a Death Eater" fanfiction means you can make stuff up, regardless of what canon James would've liked or wanted.

"Canon-compliant Jegulus fics don't make sense" did James explicitly tell you to your face that he would never date Regulus :0 canon-compliant is a very loose term. a lot of the time it just means that canonical deaths and plot-related events occurred, moreso than relationship-related events.

Jegulus haters often say that Jegulus fans constantly villainize Lily, but the fact of the matter is that they don't. You see more Jily fans villainizing Regulus for originally being a Death Eater than you see Jegulus fans villainizing Lily. "Regulus deserves the villainization and Lily hasn't done anything wrong" - reminder that you can hate on canon Regulus all you want (despite the fact that he eventually changed) but you should know that fanfiction might present him differently. Random fanfic Regulus is not the canon Regulus you despise.

Jegulus fans who despise Snape for his actions in canon aren't being very fair. He joined the Death Eaters and then he ended up working against the Dark Lord, just as Regulus did. Yes, he spent years bullying Harry, but do you honestly think Regulus wouldn't have behaved similarly if he had been in a similar position? If Regulus had been in love with Lily, and James and his brother and their friends were constantly making fun of him, and then Lily died after marrying someone he hated, do you think Regulus would have treated the godson of his estranged brother who betrayed Lily, the identical-to-James son of his enemy, with fairness or kindness? Regulus was canonically also not a nice person at all - was literally a Voldemort fanboy, and Snape wasn't even confirmed to be that much - and in fanon he's often characterized as this petty little shit. So do you think Regulus wouldn't have been awful to Harry as well?

Adding on to that, people call Snape toxic and creepy for being "obsessed with Lily" (he loved her because she was a bright spot in his awful life, platonic or romantic. Obsessed? Maybe <- My hot take), but when Regulus does it with James, it's sexy?

"Stop romanticizing Death Eaters" if it's not your cup of tea, don't read. I think these characters are just that, characters, and fanon stuff means you can do whatever you want with them! You can rewrite someone's entire story and personality if you want (ex: THOSE Dark Harry fics, a number of Dramione fics).

my personal opinions:

Jily and Jegulus are both super fun ships. Love 'em equally, though I'd say currently I'm leaning toward Jily.

I love Jegulily. I think it's really fun and has a lot of potential :0

I'm alr with Snape bashing and no Snape bashing (it's not that deep gang, same for Peter 'cause honestly it's kinda silly how people try to sub-in other characters as the 4th Marauder. Peter existed y'all.)

I think the Black sisters deserve more attention :0

Yes sometimes the characters are ooc in fics!! What to do when you see this and don't like it is click the back button!!

I don't have a problem with Remadora, but I prefer Wolfstar :)

I don't believe in canon casanova of gryffindor tower; I think it's cute in fanon though<3

endnotes/tldr since I wrote a whole essay:

ship and let ship. every (non-proship) ship is valid. this is what fanon's for.

let people hc and do what they want omg pls stop throwing hands over little things

have your opinions they're valid! just don't try to force them on others!!

feel free to argue with me in notes if you want; just be respectful please! I'm down to hear others' opinions; you might change my mind on stuff!!

might add more if I missed anything! I just thought it was lowkey important to put my opinion out here.

[gloveslut]

fuck...

no. again.

thy will be gone...

from the start.

i wanna fuck myself on your hand.

there are no such words in a prayer. that's a shame.

chuuya.

what?

our father...

yeah, go on.

which art in-m... h-heaven...

okay.

hallowed by...

you can still make these pretty sounds, just not in words, you know.

can i spell your name?

you know you can't. your behaviour is unpleasant. start over and keep it up without pauses.

o-our father which art is-n heaven hallowed by the n-n-name the kingdom- uh- come-

that was another "no". but fine, if you want it so bad, i'll let it go.

yesplease.

it's not about you at all. or you really take everything i give?

i do. i don't care about how i feel. i'm glad to just breathe around you.

oh. but if you don't care, i can take the breath out of you, right? though it seems like you'd actually love it. that's not fine. what about me just using you without any unnecessary contact? what if i don't even say that you're disgusting? because honestly it's all i wanna do to you.

fair enough.

what?

fair enough.

is it alr-

yes. fair enough.

now stop with that bullshit. explain yourself.

fuck, don't do this to me now. i deserved it all and you know it. you don't need to make me feel like i have a bit of the good attention. fuck, just ignore me.

okay. fine.

shit, i didn't mean... talk to me please. i'm here for you. if i made you mad just tell me so i could fix myself. please. please. chuuya. chuuya, why?

wait. what "why"? wait-wait-wait-wait. you don't like it?

i did. that's okay. i'm just being sensitive. you can continue, just, fuck...

hey man, i don't wanna hurt you! that's awful.

then why would you scare me so much?

because you said it was okay. i'll do whatever you want even if it's immoral or something. just... sometimes i can't tell if you're being a brat or feeling like shit.

that's not an explanation.

well, then explain to me properly why would you expect me to act kind when you said you deserved it?

i thought you didn't agree.

that's right. but it has nothing to do with your feelings. if you have the need to punish yourself, i can't convince you not to. and you said that's what you want.

fuck, it's true, but sometimes, if i- if i can't tell if youre being serious or just want to help me, i- i get really scared. you know, i let you do anything and see me in any way, but i don't know...

damn, i didn't think we would fuck it up this badly. we just need a safety system.

yes. that's the thing, but i wanted to- um, i don't know, like, if i dont feel that you can't be for real in any case, those stop words, or whatever, just won't help.

oh. but do you really think i might be serious?

uh... i don't know. you might have reasons and stuff...

fucking hell.

well. i'm just too fucked up of a person to be in love with. i don't know. i just don't know. i feel like i have these edges i am balancing on every minute and sometimes i get too far on each of them, which makes it worse. it's not about you being rude, i just... fuck, i'm really just being a bad person right now.

maybe you are. but to me- dazai. listen. i see you and want you. very bad. really. you'd cry if you knew. you're the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. that's not a compliment or something, i just love you. you should learn it or i will be unstoppable until i, you know, find a way to prove it.

maybe i want you to be unstoppable. that's hot.

well, i will take a note, but i don't need you to believe me. just be a little bit happy, it's all that matters. you don't have to rely on my views to love yourself "legally". you're rather being a criminal not doing it than being a cool guy. in that case you don't have taste and i don't fuck boys without a taste.

oh, that's pretty disappointing, then.

but really... just try to focus on your pleasure, i don't know.

until you bring it to me in a perfect form i wont even try, i'm truly sorry, but i had too many great experiences to fight for something so unremarkable.

fuck you.

but i really don't know if i can.

i don't care man, just don't be a jerk and trust me.

i already do. it doesn't help.

okay, then just kiss me.

for ever 'n-nd ever... please, do it. choke me. softly.

fuck.

i wanna come, i wanna come, i really wanna-

finish your work and go. oh, don't worry i'll let you in a second. just wanna hear you screaming. no, there's no need to be a slut, i'll give you what i think you need in a right time. now spread your legs widely and be ready. yeah, that's it. keep going like this. look at that. oh, don't hide, you're really pretty there with me inside. okay, so while i get you to the edge you don't dare to come or even fucking move. once i slowly take my hand off of your neck, you prepare to finish the sentence and come. anyway. you'll see.

oh my god, oh my god, chuuya...

you're so good for your god.

fuck! please! please!

so loud.

i wanna cum!

then finish.

amen!

come.

fuck!

say my name.

chuuya, shit, oh my god-

i love you.

choke me.

fuck, dazai. that's so- you're... i'm close.

i'm g-gonna come again.

go with me, pretty.

fuck. oh my god.

feel how deep i am? i wanna do it inside.

yes, please, just- oh, fuck, hit me.

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 18

Today is the day of the Luau. I had gone back to sleep, but in my bed this time, so I could sleep off the sense of guilt and dread I felt. I had not managed to stay awake to see Haley last night and I feel terrible. That… and maybe I was looking forward to seeing her. It has been a while since we have talked or interacted. I miss her.

Walking over to my fridge to grab out my prize melon I’m bringing with me. Before opening the door, I admired her note that I had stuck to the door of the fridge. I reread it every time I am in the kitchen. I could recite it word for word without even looking at it if I had to.

“I guess it’s not quite 9am yet. I better keep it in the fridge so it stays cold until then,” I decide.

Looking out the window, I see my field of crops waiting for me to tend to them. Guess I could water them all before I head over. With the amount of crops this season, it should kill enough of the time. Grabbing my watering can, I hastily walk outside.

                                                 🌻 🌻 🌻

The watering must’ve taken longer than I thought, because just as I am finishing up with the watering, I notice a figure approaching from my peripheral.

“Good morning, Danny!” Leah calls over as she gets closer.

“Good morning, Leah, how are you today?”

“I’m doing great. Super ready for this Luau….” she begins. Her eyes travel towards my farm and crops, “Wow! Your field here looks amazing! It must be a lot of work keeping it looking this good.”

“You have no idea,” I chuckle.

“It’s about that time to start heading over to the event. You ready to go?”

“Yup, just about,” I reply as I give the last plant some water.

“What did you end up picking to bring anyway?” Leah questions

“I’m bringing a melon. That’s what Haley suggested I bring.”

“OH you’re bringing a melon because HALEY said so,” Leah teases me.

“As a matter of fact, yes. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing… nothing,” she brushes off her last statement, “So she ended up coming by last night?”

I don’t respond to her question and just sulk. We have made our way up to my house so I could grab the melon out before leaving.

“What happened?” Leah questions with concern.

“I had fallen asleep while waiting for her… and she stopped by without me knowing,” I answered while grabbing the melon from the fridge, not looking Leah in the eyes.

“Oh Danny.” She puts her fingers to her forehead in disappointment.

“I don’t want to think about it anymore. Let’s just go now,” I wave Leah along so we can get going.

It is sweltering hot out due to it being the middle of summer. For the first time since being in Pelican Town, I actually decided to wear shorts. I had a tank top on as well because anything else would just be too much. I couldn’t do much about my hair since it’s an awkward length, so I had put half of it up into a ponytail again while the rest I kept down. My shoes being flip flops is also a first here in Pelican Town. It feels really weird being so exposed like this after being layered in clothing for so long.

“I’m going to majorly regret wearing flip flops,” I say to Leah as we arrive at the beach, “I hate the feeling of sand on my feet. It’s also going to be hot sand.” I start pouting and shaking my feet around to get the sand off already.

“You’ll forget about it. Don’t worry. I’ll see you around, okay?” She pats me on the shoulder and takes off across the beach to where Elliot is standing by his cabin.

“Look sharp!” Mayor Lewis hollers to me as he spots me. Immediately, I straighten my posture and roll my shoulders back. Mayor Lewis continues, “The governor's here for his annual visit. If you brought something for the potluck make sure and add it to the soup cauldron.”

“Soup.. cauldron..?” I hesitate.

“It’s that giant pot over there.” He gestures to the cauldron in the middle of the beach. Marnie seems to be tending to it with a giant spoon.

“I put the melon in there?” I question him, but Mayor Lewis has already walked away back to the governor’s side.

Unsure of what to do, I slowly and awkwardly start pacing towards the cauldron. I didn’t know that I’d be dumping my amazing tasting melon into a soup. If I knew that, I wouldn’t have even brought it. It deserves to be appreciated for its taste alone, not mixed in a soup.

“What’s the matter Danny?” I hear from beside me. I must’ve been frowning or expressing discouragement on my face unknowingly. When I look over to see who it is, the bad mood immediately disappears and I feel my face heat up. More than the temperature has been already doing.

“The- Um-...melons? In the soup..” I stutter embarrassingly.

“Ah I see. You didn’t know that the melons would be for the soup,” Haley chuckles after deciphering what I was trying to say. She had fallen in step with me when she had noticed my bad mood. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. She is still as gorgeous as ever, maybe even more. Summer really brings out her beauty with her glowing tan and stunning blonde hair that gleams in the sun.

“I think that’s so stupid. I would’ve never brought it if I had to just toss it into a soup with a bunch of other shit,” I rant on, “I would’ve kept it for myself to enjoy. The flavor will just disappear in the soup.”

The two of us make it to the small stairs up the ledge of the cauldron. I pop the lid off the container with the melon and go to walk up the stairs. Haley grabs my arm and pulls me back down.

“Can I have one last melon chunk before you toss it in? I want it to be appreciated like you said. You went to all the trouble growing it…” she innocently looks up at me through her eyelashes.

“Of course you can,” I reply while holding the container out to her.

She daintily picks out the best looking chunk and holds it up to her mouth. The melon I had brought was a super juicy one, so it makes quite a mess when biting into a chunk. However, she seems to embrace it. When she holds the melon to her lips, she makes direct eye contact with me and slowly bites into it. Her lips seem to form around the shape of it perfectly, taking in all of the juice. She slowly pulls it from her lips after taking the bite, letting the juice drip down her chin. I feel my face get warm once again, but not moving my eyes from her lips.

“You better toss the rest in now. Before it gets too mushy from the heat,” Haley says as she chews the piece of melon.

“Hmm..?” I break my gaze away from her lips and move it up to her eyes, “Oh… right.”

I step back up the mini staircase and look into the cauldron. The texture and color of the soup looks repulsive. It is a thick, sluggish, brownish green color with chunks of who knows what floating around in it. I have to cover my mouth to not vomit at the sight. I quickly toss my melon in and rush back down the steps.

“People actually eat that?” I huff, holding back a gag.

“Apparently it’s usually good. I don’t know though. I refuse to try it.” Haley makes a face of disgust.

“One year Sam put a pound of anchovies in the potluck soup,” Sebastian chimes in from where he was standing nearby. “Ever wondered why Sam leads the town in community service hours?”

“That’s disgusting. I definitely don’t trust anyone enough to try that soup now,” I respond to Sebastian. In that moment, I see Haley wandering off towards a table with a bowl of punch on it.

“I see you found Haley pretty quickly?” Sebastian chuckles as soon as she is out of range.

“Actually, she found me first,” I retorted. “But I see you haven’t found your way to Sam yet?”

“Oh that’s right. You ran into Sam leaving my place that one morning.” Sebastian sheepishly looks away

“Mhm. Can’t call me out on anything when you guys act the saaaammmmee wayyyyy,” I tease, making a point to draw out my words.

“You suck,” Sebastian cracks back playfully, “ I’ll leave you and Haley to it then. I will in fact go see Sam now though. Don’t you dare even crack a smile at that.”

Sebastian saunters away in the direction of Sam as Haley makes her way back to me. She has a plastic cup of punch in each hand.

“I figured you’d want some punch in this heat, hope that’s okay.” Haley hands me one of the cups from her hand.

“I’m actually allergic…” I give her a devilish smirk as I remember the first time I did that to her.Haley just scoffs and shakes her head. I notice a little smile dance across her lips.

Suddenly, she grabs the strap of my tank top and pulls me down to her height.

“I heard the punch was spiked. This is going to be a fun Luau this year,” she whispers in my ear. Her gentle voice in my ear sends shivers across my body, causing subtle goosebumps to form on my arms.

“What about the young kids though? They shouldn’t have any of that. Did anyone warn Jodi and Marnie?” I whisper back with concern. Haley pulls back away from my ear, my tank top strap still in hand. She has a soft look on her face.

“You are so sweet Danny,” Haley gushes. “Jodi and Marnie were warned not to give Vincent and Jas any punch. Don’t you worry.” She releases the strap of my tank top and puts her hand on my cheek. I haven’t moved from my slightly bent over position so she didn’t have to reach far.

“Everyone gather around! It’s time for the governor to try the soup!” Mayor Lewis yells to the crowd.

At his command, we all circle around the soup cauldron. The governor is on the top step of the stairs leading up the side, with a ladle in hand. He seems overly eager to try the soup. I can’t believe he keeps coming back after the anchovy incident.

Mayor Lewis gives the governor the go ahead to try a spoonful of the soup. Instantly, the governor dips his ladle in and takes a big slurp.

“Oh my... that's the best soup I've ever tasted!” The governor exclaims. His remark causes Mayor Lewis to walk up and taste the soup himself.

“You’re right… it’s delicious!” Mayor Lewis agrees.

A line begins to form at the base of the cauldron with everyone holding an empty bowl to fill.

“Are you guys coming to get some soup?” Leah shouts to Haley and I from the line. We both awkwardly shake our heads.

“I don't care how good everyone says it is, I am NOT trying that soup,” I remarked to Haley. However, she seems to be giving me a sour look.

“Are you into Leah?” she asks rather bluntly.

“No-?” I try to respond, but she continues on.

“Because I noticed you two walked here together. Emily also told me you were hanging out at her place yesterday.” She crosses her arms and pops her hip as she speaks

“I’m not into Leah, Haley. She is just a friend. Not every girl I hangout with I’m into. Why do you care so much, anyway?”

“I don’t care. I was just wondering that’s all,” she sasses.

“Then why are you crossing your arms so hard?” I point out how tightly she is gripping her arms together. Her fingers are turning her arms red from how tight she is holding them. As I point it out though, she immediately releases.

“I’m just…cold.” We stare at each other in silence in the sweltering heat of the summer sun. “I’m getting more punch. I’ll get you one too. Be right back.”

I watch her bounce away to the table with the punch. Beside where we were standing, there is an appetizer platter table. I take a cracker from a charcuterie board arrangement and pop it into my mouth.

On the other side of the appetizer table, Clint is hovering around holding a cup of punch. He seems to be uneasy and acting really suspicious. He is very clearly checking out Emily who is still waiting in line for soup.

“Dude,” I scolded him from across the table. He looks my way and I shake my head with my brows furrowed. Emily is so much younger than him and is also clearly not into him. Clint has always rubbed me the wrong way and I hate to see Emily being objectified like that.

That one word seemed to scare him enough because he darted past everyone and left the beach. I’m glad I didn’t have to waste my breath anymore than I already had.

Clint had been the first person to leave, but the others soon began to leave as well. Although, It was mostly the older adults leaving along with Vincent and Jas.

The rest of us young adults hung around and set up a huge bonfire. Marnie told us we could keep the punch with us for the rest of the night to finish it up. It was nearly gone though already due to everyone getting multiple cups of it throughout the event. It was most definitely spiked because every one of us was anywhere from really drunk to at least a little tipsy.

Circled around the bonfire is the usual group of us who tend to hangout at the arcade plus Shane. He seemed to be in good spirits today and wanted to hangout with us.

Emily and Haley had walked over to their house to get blankets for everyone to sit on and huddle under. The rest of us had set up the bonfire by gathering firewood. Sebastian had used his lighter to ignite it which was all it needed. The fire had burst into hot, roaring flames and continued that way the whole time we were around it.

Everyone who I’d thought would sit together or share a blanket sat with someone unusual. Instead of sitting with Sam, Sebastian sat with Abigail. They had a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, but Sebastian is not paying any attention to her.

Sam and Alex shared a blanket to sit on, but sat as far from each other as they could on it. On that same note, Shane and Penny were sharing a blanket to sit on but also sat far apart.

Maru and I share a blanket to sit on and to drape over our legs. It’s not too weird, but I haven’t got to talk to her much since living here. Hopefully this will allow me to get to talk to her more.

The only two pairs that made sense were Leah and Elliot and Haley and Emily. I don’t understand why everyone sat with people they weren’t comfortable sitting with. Maybe as the night goes on, people will shuffle around. Sam seems to have the perfect solution for that too.

“Who wants to play truth or dare!” Sam chants, rubbing his hands together maniacally.

“How old do you think we are, Sam?” Shane moans.

“We are never too old to play truth or dare, Shane. If anything, it’s more fun this old. Don’t be a party pooper. Why don’t you go first since you were so quick to say something,” Sam sneers then lets out an evil laugh.

“Oh brother,” Maru mumbles to me, putting her head down into her hand. Sounds like it’s going to be a long night.

[yardofangels]

merry christmas gorgeous! how are you doing? hope you get a big ass Austrian under the tree this year! that being said, what does König think of christmas traditions? does he have a favorite? what kinds of gifts does he get?

omg merry christmas and happy holidays!!

im doing okay, so so so tired. working retail this christmas season has me DEAAADDDD

but this idea has me AAAALLLIIIIIVVVEEEEEE

unfortunately, no Austrian under my tree. devastating, really. but hopefully if there's no Austrian here, they must be with you!!

making the executive decision here to add a little smut. maybe its self indulgence, but i know some of ya'll will enjoy it, you little nasties. feel free to skip it if you like, everything non-smut related comes first!!!

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könig loves christmas. perhaps it's his central european upbringing, but he finds the spirit really comforting and reminisces over all the traditions from his childhood. he's not particularly into the 'white christmas' thing, he much prefers a christmas adorned with a little sense of spooky and will relate aaaalllllll the krampus myths to you by the light of the fire. just to see if he's able to scare you because he's mean

his favourite part of christmas is the food. the warm, home-cooked meals. the spices and seasonings that have you feeling toasty and calm well after the embers die out. he is truly impressed when you make a batch of pfeffernüse, and he surprises you with a bottle of his! own! mulled! wine!

he hands it over looking so proud of himself. a big cheesy grin on his face as he's already grabbing two glasses, so he can get your reaction to a taste test.

and he of course hits the nail on the head. it's delicious. he should be proud of himself!!

as for gift-giving, he struggles a bit when getting you gifts. as per usual, christmas always sneaks up on him far too quickly, and all of a sudden there are five days till he's supposed to give you something and he hasn't thought about it, much less started shopping.

but, he pulls it off!! success!! you watch as the space under the tree slowly gets filled over the course of the week. his gifts for you finally joining your gifts for him.

he pampers you, naturally. how could he not? generally steers to all the things that are going to make you feel pretty or expensive, because he wants you to feel like you look good, too.

buys you expensive-smelling perfume he swears you mentioned in march, skin-care you might have brought up in may, a book or two he thinks you told him about in july, a pair of shoes you raved about in september, a dress he saw in november that reminded him of you, and more.

he really does stun you with how much he remembers, and the fact that he did almost matters more to you than the gifts themselves. he puts so much thought into what he gifts you, and then has the audacity to ask you if it's enough. if you like them.

you pounce on him, knocking his stupid little christmas hat off and sending him backwards, dragging you with him. you giggle and cover him in kisses, mumbling in between them how wonderful he did. that you love it. he lights up, squeezing you tighter.

he stops you for a moment, saying he has one more thing.

pulls out a little box from his pocket, and drops it into your hand. watches with delight as you pop the lid and see a customised necklace, with a little pendant that says "K." on it. you get a bit teary, and ask him why he got this in particular for you.

he tells you it's so nobody mistakes that you belong to him.

alr a bit of smut below!!

GOOOOOOOD does he love sex in december. he loves how sensitive you are to his cold hands trailing your body, he loves how hot you get when you're trapped by his body heat and the thick blankets, he loves you in those skimpy pjs that do nothing to shield you from the freezing air, he loves that you always beg him to warm you up.

but he won't just take you in the bed on the cold nights. nope. he'll have his way with you anywhere. he doesn't know what it is, but he always seems to get more horny in the cold months. he just can't help himself, he'll do it anywhere.

in the kitchen while you're cooking dinner, lifting you onto the countertop so he can bury himself in you.

on the couch in the afternoon, letting his hand slide up between your thighs, then telling you to concentrate on the movie until you cave and crawl into his lap.

in the steamy morning showers you share, claiming that your gingerbread-scented body wash makes you smell too good to resist.

all through the month, his go-to excuses are "you're cold", "i'm cold", or "it's an early present." he's almost relentless, so you come to make a guessing game out of which one it's going to be. you always tease him about it, but it's not his fault! you just keep him so warm and cozy :((

ADOOOOORES cock-warming on the particularly nippy nights, too. he promises it's for sharing body heat and that it isn't uncommon among couples in the winter where he's from. but you know that's a bold-faced lie, you see the glint in his eye. you can feel the way he throbs inside you, and clenches his jaw against the skin on your neck.

nothing confirms that he's lying more, though, than when you are gently awoken by him. you think it must be serious, because he's usually adament on not waking you up.

but you turn your head and his entire face is red, with his puppy dog eyes staring at you.

"i can't concentrate on anything else, meine liebe. you were squeezing me in your sleep. please, let me take you. you'll be even warmer with my cum in you."

[pixelyssa]

The love of my life has been ignoring/stone walling me, and today it led to a HORRIBLE binge. I couldn’t stop, I was sobbing. I feel disgusting

I guess I’m wondering.. what advice do you have for preventing large binges like that?

hi lovey

first, im sorry about that.. i hope their gears start working properly and they talk to you soon 🩷

i don’t struggling with b1nging personally, and it’s not a flex, its just b1nging is a term i’ve been told not to use here. because for me, its still less than a “normal 1ntake” when i “overe@t” but i def know the disgusting feeling afterwards and the guilt/regret.

(i have to clarify that or i get threats)

anyways!! seems to me like it was obv triggered by ur problem w whoever this person is… like the b1nge was your coping skill.

so to answer ur question on preventing it, make a list of other coping skills you know work.

-distraction coping skills (to name a few: shows, documentaries, youtube, music, games, call/text a friend, read, coloring/drawing, writing, cleaning, showering, exercise, nap) these don’t fix ur problem ofc but itll distract u from the big feelings and unhealthy coping skills, and eventually (hopefully) you will regulate & be safe! a lot of people on this side of tumblr dont realize the distractions we use to avoid e@ting are usually good for us. deciding to go on a walk or take a shower instead of r3lapse in soemthing?? hell ya

-problem focused coping skills! (ex: asking for help, text/call a hotline, deep breathing, establishing boundaries outloud “i will not ___” or “i am not ____” etc) these are harder to do when ur having big emotions because your brain doesnt think “yes lets do some hard self refelction!!

but i wanted to give some examples so you have some incase you can’t think of any rn.

like i said, write it down. that way when this happens, or even other negative things, you have all ur tools in one spot. notes app, a journal, whereva 🩷

besides that, sometimes its alr too late to choose another coping skill. i can only recommend if you give in and you know youre gonna, to try these things

-put the f00d on a plate (small ones r best for me in this situation) that way im not having a whole bag of cookies/chips its just a couple on a plate

-i also get rid of any f00ds that would be dangerous during a b1nge for me lol. ik some people live with others and they can’t do this, but when im rlly hungri my only options these days are strawberries or carrots with hot sauce 😭 so maybe thatll help? if theres no f00d, theres no b1nge?

-watching true crime or g0re helps me bc it makes me unable to e@t the f00d in front of me 😭 sorry if this is crazy but… like maybe when ur upset like that and you have tried to do the healthy coping skills and just still wanna b1nge… you could just watch some true crime? 😭😭

-managing ur daily 1ntake could also help. ik sometimes even if ur full you can get the b1nge urges, but yk it genuinely could be that ur not having enough per day to function and ur stomach is sending those urges to ur brain.

kinda all over the place ik. i havent been active for a bit im going through it 🤭 anyways i feel so bad for u why tf is ur person ignoring u 😭 idk what i would do 💔 i hope this was a little helpful atleast’

ily stay safe xoxo🩷