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Happy late New Year!
2022 is the year I actually got into digital art, its been a big year of change and progress for my art and life in general.
To 2023 being just as if not more productive!
#my art#happy new year everybody! hope you are all being treated well#also i hope the doodles in the margins are as funny to you as they are to me#also feel free to send me asks about anything i love to chat#2022 artist wrapped#last thing but go through that wrapped tag its heartwarming and inspiring#love seeing the collective work of artists
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I just can't get over how Tails spied on Sonic in the bath via satellite in the movies (and enjoyed the view. He knew what he was doing). They (probably unintentionally) giving us shippers fuel â€ïžđ
Listen listen, anon
Anon
I think about some of those tidbits from Sonic Movie 2 all the time
I mean it's not as if this is out of character for Tails (given that he more explicitly just kind of straight up stalked Sonic in the backstory in Japan's version of the Sonic 2 manual) but man
This really is not to mention the way Sonic feigns uncomfortability/disgust when he's like "You even watch me in the shower??", and then when Tails doesn't even skip a beat explaining that he knows Sonic takes bubble baths Sonic full 180s into "Wow!đ". Just full on impressed with how extensively Tails has been watching him
Like they just dropped on us "Tails watches Sonic constantly like it's the Sonic show, no matter how private or intimate the moment" and "by all rights Sonic is perfectly okay with the knowledge of this behavior" and expected us to be normal about it?đ
I could probably make an entire post logging Sonic movie 2's sontails shipping fuel honestly
Honarable mention of a scene is when Maddie starts looking through Tails' backpack of inventions and comments "This fox is into some freaky stuff!"
Interesting connotations there
Anywaysđ
#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#tails the fox#sonic movie 2#sonic movie#sontails#unbreakable bond#sonic wachowski#anon interview#i just be ramblin#Thank you for the askâ anon!đ„șđ„°#I love me an excuse to talk about canon tidbits and my favorite ships/otps#Seriously I watched this movie for the first time pre becoming a Sonic fan (or knowing anything at all) and seriously started questioning#whether someone on the creative team put sontails fuel into that movie on purpose#Also as someone in the sontails group chat once said when I talked about that exact scene 'they are freak4freak'#Anyways if you have any other questions or things you want me to talk aboutâ feel free to send me another ask!đ
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I'm not in a very good place (mentally/emotionally) right now so most likely, there won't be much activity on this blog in the next few days :/ i apologize to anyone & everyone who's waiting for a reply from me, hopefully by the end of this week, I'll be feeling better.
#going through a very shitty phase in my life#sighs#feel free to send me stuff though! as i do love getting asks/memes prompted or not#and gimme stuff to come back to âĄ#also feel free to reach out through ims or discord to just chat abt anything & everything#I'm definitely gonna need distractions as a hellish week is just about to start for me#c r y i n g#( ââșââ âŸâ ) out of karakura town. | ooc.
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i know that no one like,, actively gives a shit about this but it's important to me for people to know so im going to speak my truth
i have like 5?? wips at the moment. two of these i am actively working on while the other three are just sort of microwaving around in my google docs/mind. i will get to them later.
i also have a life outside of this blog, obviously. because of this, i write when i can, but i do also leave some free time for myself where i can just sit, stare at a screen, and not think while watching my show
i am still crazy obsessed with dps. it's like a hyperfixation that is poking the back of my mind constantly. there is not a single day that goes by where i don't think about it. i am excited for fall to start...starting so i can rewatch the movie and get another wave of excitability about dps.
the only way that i can engage with this hyperfixation are reading fics (which there aren't too many of), and writing my own. writing my own is slow going because of the events in my life.
i just needed to say that i know im not posting nearly as often as i used to. but that's because i am working on bigger projects in my free time, amidst balancing personal stuff, not because my interest in dps is gone.
#i know that literally no one asked for this#but i feel like people need to know that my mind is still dps brainrot central#i love these characters#and that the reason im not pumping out jokes and content the way i used to is because i feel that these characters deserve#the time i want to give them to properly explore their different aspects in my writing#also i feel like my funny is waning and idk how to get it back so i just won't#who cares if my little posts with little dumb captions aren't clogging up ppls dashes anymore đ#they were funny#but also really annoying#and i know that#anyway#yeah!!#feel free to dm me. send me an ask. ask for my discord. anything.#literally just hmu if you do wanna chat about dps. or what im working on. or anything#dead poets#dead poets society#dps#my posts
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for the bat boys (or bat boys x feyre), I really wanna see rhys just tied down, desperate, and overwhelmed with pleasure. like everybody just decides to show their high lord some love!! I wanna see rhys in tears (in a good way), and they just praise him and love on him so good!! I can def see rhys having a major praise kink. feel free to ignore tho, thank you!!đ
Our Girl (Bat Boys! x Female! Reader)Â
Based off this ask as well
AN: HAHAHA guys Iâve been reading The L.O.R.D.S series by Shantel Tessier and Iâve been fucking loving it. Also I wrote the second half of this in a fucking Barnes and Noble cafe, I was SWEATING, but I wanted to get it done for you because I have some cool Az stuff Iâm working on for you!
Summary: When Rhysand becomes High Lord the boys find themselves too busy and too well known to visit their local pleasure house. So they hire the reader to to satisfy their needs.
Warnings: Smut (shocker),sub/dom dynamic, dirty talk, bondage, threesome, objectification, size difference??
Word count: 6,058
Things in Velaris were changing. The second the new High Lord rose to power it was like things were lighter. Shops stayed open later, the people laughed and drank at dinner more often, everything was just better. Yet in the Riverhouse at the edge of the city it seemed there were clouds stirring, in a metaphorical way of course.Â
No one had seen Rhysand since the night his father died, which was months ago.Â
The most powerful High Lord.
The most dangerous High Lord.Â
The most handsome High Lord
And known by the girls at the pleasure houseâŠthe most well endowed High Lord.
At least what all my coworkers were whispering around me the day I was brought to the front by the mistress who ran the place. In all honesty I thought I was in trouble, not that I had done anything wrong in the past year I had been here. But no one ever got called to her office for nothing.Â
I closed the door behind me to where my mistress was reading a letter, a violet wax seal stamped to the front. Her red hair and red gown complimented the scarlett of her office, of the whole pleasure house really. She claimed it was the color of passion, and demanded that we all practically bathe in it.Â
âYou asked to see me?â I say timidly.Â
I couldnât afford to lose this job, I had no family, no support system. Nothing to rely on or depend on. Sure it wasnât the most prestigious career, but I did like it. I had always been interested in sex, fascinated with it really. The woman who lived next door to my family growing up was a sex worker. She always wore the most beautiful gowns and jewels, and lured the most handsome men to her home. My mother cursed me when I said I wanted to look like her one day but I didnât care.Â
âYes I have a letter here, from the High Lord,â she says, showing me the letter she had been reading when I walked in.Â
My eyes widen and the air is sucked from my lungs. What could the High Lord want with the house? Hell, what would the High Lord want with me?Â
âThe High Lord?â I gawk, taking a step forward attempting to catch a glance at the letter.Â
She puts her glasses back down on her nose and reads the paper again, âyes, he asks that I send my very best girl to his townhouse at my earliest convenience.âÂ
âAnd youâre picking me?â I ask, my eyes wide.Â
âYou rake in more money than all the rest of the girls, youâre beautiful, elegant and well versed. I can think of no one better.â she explains setting the letter down on the desk.
My mind swirls, what does the High Lord want? Well sex of course, but I wasnât one for house calls. Though I suppose he was the High Lord , he couldnât very well walk in here with the anonymity that others could.Â
âWell donât just stand there!â my mistress shouts. âGo to the townhouse before he thinks me to be a simple fool.âÂ
I jilt from my thoughts and nod, walking briskly out the door. I bypass the other girls who are chatting about the High Lord and I wonder if any of them are aware of the letter that was sent, what his intentions might be. I guess thereâs only one way to find out.Â
I had watched the townhouse on the hill my entire life, knew that the High Lord lived there, and constantly wondered what it might be like inside. It was like the scary house at the end of the street that children stayed away from; it had been built up to that mythical status. Except it wasnât scaryâunless you counted scarily prestigious.
As I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door a woman with dark skin and  darker hair opened it and signaled for me to come in. The lush, thick, carpets gave reprieve to my aching feet. Stilettos on cobblestone was never a good idea, but what else did one wear to meet their High Lord?Â
She gestured to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. I took in my surroundings, for what it was worth the place was beautiful. Ornate but tasteful. Expensive but lived in. I can see why the High Lord never left. I took a deep breath but before I could even knock on the doors a deep voice, one that could only be described as Night Triumphant, beckoned me to enter.Â
I creaked open the door to find the High Lord busily doing paperwork at his desk. He was nothing and everything that I had expected. When the girls at the home whispered of his looks, his charm, I thought of something mythical. But the male before me? He transcended even that.Â
His legendary violet eyes flitted up to mine and I swore my breath caught in my throat. He sat his papers down to the side as he stood, bracing his hands on his desk. If his height didnât make me feel small the sheer power radiating off of him did.Â
âMy, my,â he croons, rounding the desk to lean against the front. âYou are exquisite,â he says, crossing his strong arms in front of his chest.Â
I suddenly remember the reason I was summoned here in the first place and I put on the mask, the role I was supposed to play.Â
âWell my Lord, you asked for the very best.â I say smoothly taking two steps towards him. âSo here I am.âÂ
âWhile I love the way âmy Lordâ rolls off that pretty tongue, feel free to call me Rhysand, youâre going to be here for a while.â he smirked, and I swore there was a star that flashed in his eye.Â
I nearly gulped at his words.Â
Youâre going to be here for a whileâŠ
I had been with needy men before, made a career out of it. But this was no man, and I wondered if I could keep up with him.Â
âAs you wish,â I say nodding my head obediently. Males like him strived for dominance, it was my job to anticipate that.Â
I feel a hand tilt my chin up and once again Iâm met with his intense gaze. I was right about the stars, his eyes were littered with them.Â
âThe selfish part of me wants to play with you right now, but I have a feeling my brothers would be more than angry at me for having you first,â he smirked, his breath so hot on my face I almost jumped when I realized how close he was to me.Â
Wait, the High Lord didnât have brothers, he was an only child, an orphan really. âBrothers?â I ask, the question had slipped out before I could think of a better more professional way to ask.Â
âWell not my biological brothers, but my brothers in arms I suppose,â he smirks, releasing my chin taking a step back towards his desk again. âCassian, the general of my armies and Azriel my spymaster.âÂ
My breath gets caught in my throat. I had heard stories of the High Lordâs most trusted members of his court. They were large, Illyrian, and death on swift wings. My face mustâve given away my shock as Rhysand let out a low chuckle.Â
âDonât worry they wonât hurt you. They are to care for you as I do, itâs all written here in your contract,â he explained, sitting down and sliding a piece of paper over the desk.Â
I made myself comfortable in the seat opposite of him, plucking the paper from the desk and skimming it over.
âYou see,â he begins. âBecoming High Lord has been rewarding butâŠwellâŠtiring. Cassian and Azriel are just as tired. We arenât given the same anonymity we had in our youth which has made finding sexual release difficult.â he said, his cheeks blushing slightly.Â
âYouâll live here, I already have a room prepared for you. Iâll provide you with a salary and provide for you in any way you need. In return you provide us with yourâŠservices?â he says the last word like he canât think of a better way to say it. How is he sexy reading my contract to me?
I set the contract on the desk, âAnd what are the parameters of these services?â I ask leaning forward on the desk.Â
Rhysand smiles leaning forward with me, âMostly we will seek you out on our own but there will be certain times, like tonight, where we will want to share,â he grins like he can already see the scene.Â
I nod slowly waiting for him to add anything else and he does.Â
âOf course there will be safewords, though I doubt you will need them. Your mistress said you have a rather large palette,â he says and I get his meaning immediately.Â
I canât help but blush, the male already knows more about me than I do him. Something that rarely ever happens in my line of work.
âShe didnât mislead you,â I say, my lips tugging into a small smile.Â
âThen youâll take the job?â he asks plucking a fountain pen from its resting place.Â
I look at the large number with lots of zeros written under âSalaryâ, itâs more than I make in three months. I could pay off all my debts with the first two paychecks, and after that? Well the shops of Velaris wouldnât know what hit them. I could have the life I always dreamed of, expensive silks, fancy soaps, wine aged for thousands of years. And all I had to do was sleep with the three most powerful males in the Night Court. What female could possibly say no?
âI will,â I say, plucking the pen out of the High Lordâs hands singing the marked places next to his ornate signature.Â
I look up to see Rhysand already staring at me, with a lust I hadnât seen before, not in any male. How long had it been since he had sex?
He stands holding his hand out to me, âAllow me to show you to your room.â
âAre you ready to meet them?â Rhys asks with a glint in his violet eyes.Â
I nod.
âGood Iâll go preface in, come in when I call you,â he smiles, pressing a kiss to my brow.Â
Gods this man was incredible. Paycheck aside, I think I would bend over backwards just to hear him call me a good girl again. Something told me I would be doing just that for the foreseeable future.Â
Rhysand opened the double doors and slipped in, the moment he closed it I pressed my ear to the door so that I could hear him.Â
âRhys whatâs this about? I have business to attend to,â I hear a deep voice rumble.Â
Rhysâ signature chuckle echoes off the walls, âI assure you Cassian that this is well worth your time.â he says. âAz you look tense,â he jests.Â
âThatâs because I am.â groans another voice. âWeâve been running all around the court righting all wrongs while you sit holed up in here doing paperwork.âÂ
âAs I am well aware,â Rhys starts again. âAnd I donât want to be known as the High Lord that merely takes, especially from the two males I consider to be my brothers. So, I got you a little gift.âÂ
A pause of anticipatory silence fills the room.Â
âDarling wonât you come out now?â Rhys beckons me.Â
I open the door to find Rhys standing before two Illyrians sitting on the couch, both of them relaxed like this was their own home, and perhaps it was.Â
âHuh?â asked the slightly larger one, with longer black hair.Â
âSheâs your gift, well, our gift,â Rhys said, pulling a hand around my waist. âI just hired her from the pleasure house in town, she is the best of the best. I know we all havenât been able to visit the establishment since I came into power and Iâm sure youâre both just asâŠfrustrated as I am.âÂ
âHow long do we have her for?â the same Illyrian asked, the one beside him seemingly more quiet.Â
âShe will be living with us. Use her as youâd like. Dress her however you want, but keep it classy. Sheâs as much yours as she is mineâ Rhys smiles tilting my chin to meet his gaze and I swore my knees trembled a bit. âThough Iâm sure sheâll remember who pays her?â he teases.Â
âYes my Lord,â I say seductively, it used to be an act, but not anymore.Â
âMy Lord,â he repeats. âI quite like the sound of that,â he purrs, looking over to the males sitting on the couch.Â
The one with the red siphons smirks, throwing his arms over the back of the couch and spreading his legs. His thighs alone were the size of my head and I couldnât help but wonder what it would feel like to get myself off on them alone.Â
âCome here princess, sit on my lap,â he purrs, patting his thigh.Â
I slip out of Rhysandâs grasp and pad over to perch myself on the Illyrians leg. The rippling muscles under me tensing. His hand comes up to brush a stray hair from my face as he takes in every inch of me.Â
âYou are a pretty little thing arenât you?â he smirks as his other hand comes to support my back.Â
Oh I was in for it, I was so in for it.Â
âSheâs the best of the best, her name is y/n.â Rhysand drawls watching intently as his brother who I have deciphered is Cassian, inspects me. âWe decided earlier that her safeword will be starlight,â
âY/n, huh?â he smiles brushing a stray hair from my face as he drinks in my attire, something Rhysand had clearly purchased for me to wear tonight. A black sheer little nightgown. Revealing, yet classy like he has said. It was clear to me that the male had exquisite taste.Â
I feel a warm leather bump into my back as a scarred hand runs over my shoulder. I crane my neck up to find Azriel standing above me, from where he stands he can no doubt get a great view of my tits.Â
âHow should we thank dear old Rhysand for this marvelous present?â Cassian asks Azriel and the shadow singers eyes gleam.
âOh I can think of a few ways,â he smirks.Â
As if they all had one mind we were winnowed to the bedroom upstairs, my bedroom I realized. The bed had been made big enough for all of us, and I wonder how empty it would feel when the boys werenât around.Â
I look around me, the positions of us all havenât changed. I find myself gazing up at Azriel, the hungry look in his eye has me taking a step back only to bump right into Cassian earning a chuckle from the general. A glace to my bed has me seeing Rhysand sitting on itâs edge.Â
âAz,â Cassian mumbles, sharing a knowing look at the shadow singer.
Before I can put together the pieces of Cassian and Azrielâs interaction, bands of shadows shoot from all over the room wrapping themselves around the hands and wrists of the High Lord. Rhys struggles for a moment, like it's second nature before he gives in, his face stern.Â
âAz thatâs enough,â he scowls.Â
Azriel brushes off the command and turns my chin to meet his gaze. His finger brushes over my bottom lip and I close my top lip over his thumb, giving it a gentle experimental suck. His eyes darken and the next thing I know Iâm sucking on his thumb and looking at him like a doe eyed fool.Â
âWhat a good girl she is,â he croons before dragging my face to him, replacing his thumb with his lips.Â
His kiss and deep and searing, like nothing Iâve ever tasted before. His hands come to cup my face, keeping me there as he kisses me like a starved male. Gods, how long had it been since any of them had sex?
My hair is pushed to the side as I feel the general begin to leave sloppy kisses on my neck. He pulls my hips toward him, and Iâm met with his hard on pressed to my back and his bare chest warming my skin. Azriel steps back with love drunk eyes and Cassian takes his opportunity to turn my hips so Iâm facing him.Â
Somehow heâs even more hulking and intimidating when bare. My eyes glance over the expanse of well built muscles to where his cock is already hard and leaking, and by the size of it I could tell I would be sore tomorrow.Â
From behind me I can hear the faint unclasping of buckles signaling that Azriel is mimicking Cassianâs movements.Â
âLetâs see you now, little one,â the general smirks before sliding both straps of the see through the gown off my shoulders. The black mesh falls to a pool of fabric on the floor and Iâm laid bare for him, for all of them.Â
A snap reverberates through the room pulling my attention to Rhysand, his sophisticated garb now long gone. The plains of his toned muscles and swirling tattoos that resemble his brothers on full display along with his aching cock. Heâs even more marvelous nude than he is clothed. His lips tug up at the corner as he sees me eye fucking him.Â
Cassianâs hand goes under my bare breast bringing my attention back to him, it seems that while I was ogling Rhys, he was studying me.Â
âRhys youâve outdone yourself,â Cassian smirks and Iâve never felt so exposed. âHer tits are perfect,â he smiles before bending down to suckle an aching nipple into his mouth.Â
I moan and lean back ever so slightly into a muscled chest, when I open my eyes Azriel stares down at me. A scarred hand drifts over my shoulder, down my side, and across my bum until it cups my sex and I gasp.Â
Cassianâs lips smile against my breast before he moves on to the next one, my breath catching in my throat once again.Â
âSo small,â Azriel teases, referring to my cunt. âIâm not sure she can take us.â The glint in his eye tells me that this is a challenge, a test.Â
âI can,â I say confidently and the shadowsinger laughs.Â
âI think Iâll test that out,â Cassian grumbles, taking me in his arms.Â
Iâm pulled from Azrielâs fiery touch as the warmth of Cassian seeps into me. For the first time in a while my eyes snap to Rhysand. His brow was laced with sweat, as well as the skin on his chest.Â
âOh poor Rhys, did you want to touch her?â Azriel taunted, I was honestly surprised that they would dare to put their High Lord in this position.Â
âPlease,â Rhysand whimpered, making my heart lurch.Â
Did the most powerful High Lord, the most dangerous High Lord. the most handsome High Lord, the most well endowed High Lord⊠just beg?Â
A sudden boost of confidence fills my chest.Â
âAz pull him back on the bed, Iâm going to be needing some room,â Cassian boasts massaging circles on my hips.Â
Rhysand is pulled to the headboard, the shadows on his wrists pulling his arms out to either side as well as the ones on his ankles, preventing him from getting any sort of friction. The High Lord cursed, as if the brief fiction on his balls from being dragged across the sheets mightâve been enough to get him off. The logical part of me knew that he could break free of these restraints at any given moment, hells the power practically radiated off of him. But he was here to play the game and I was too.Â
âWhy donât you go play with your High Lord a little bit sweetheart,â Cassian croons, clearly loving the power trip heâs on. I take two steps forward before the general grabs me by the throat hauling me to his chest again. I look up at him like a love sick fool. âBut stay clear of his cock. Heâll be the last to cum tonight. Doesnât that seem fair Az?âÂ
âSeems more than fair to me, seeing as weâve been doing all the flying around these past few weeks,â Azriel chuckles.Â
Cassian releases my throat and I make my way over to the breathless High Lord. It takes everything in me not to straddle him and take him right there. His cock was red, angry, practically begging for it.
I sit on the edge of the bed to his right giving him my best bedroom eyes. Gone was the cocky male from earlier who made all sorts of promises of bedding me the best. Instead a male stripped to his most vulnerable sat before me, chest heaving, eyes wild. The muscles of his arms and legs flexing and bulging from trying to break free of the shadows that bound him, the bindings that made him this way.Â
âThey arenât being very fair to you are they?â I say seductively trailing a hand down his shoulders, over the plains of his chest and to his abs.Â
He shudders under my touch, âno they arenât,â he breathes.Â
âMmm,â I hum, placing a kiss on his neck, even the thin sheen of sweat on him tasted divine. âAnd you were so nice, sharing your little fuck toy with them and now they wonât let me play with you,â I say donning a fake sadness.Â
My hand brushes over his hip bone and down his thigh, carefully avoiding the hard erection begging to be brushed.Â
âPlease,â he whimpers his lips hot on my cheek, and I swear I hear Cassian and Azriel chuckle behind me.Â
My hand swoops to his inner thigh, teasing the muscles there. His whimper has me caving, and I feel as though Iâm suddenly not acting of my own accord as my hand wanders towards his cock.Â
âAh, ah, ah!â I hear Cassian tut before scooping me into his arms and pulling me away from Rhys. Causing the latter to groan in frustration.Â
âUsing daemati to get a female to jerk you off? Thatâs a new low for you, Rhys.â Azriel chucklesÂ
Daemati. That would explain why I didnât feel like I was in control for that one moment. I had heard that the High Lord possessed such powers, but I thought they were simply myths.Â
I feel myself being bent over the storage bench at the end of the bed, the cloth covered fluff cushioning my knees and hands as I feel a harsh slap to my bum.Â
âFuck this is going to be so good,â Cassian murmurs from behind me.Â
Azriel stands at the other end of the bench fisting his cock but before he can speak Cassian enters me.Â
âOh Gods!â I scream as I feel myself being pushed forward on my hands.Â
The stretch of the general filling me so completely had me wondering if Azriel was right about my ability to take them all earlier. Cassianâs hands come to pull me down onto him, as if he needed the help to fully sheathe himself. One hand on my lower back, one on my hip.
âShit sheâs so fuckinâ tight,â Cassian groans as he begins to rock into me.
âPlease, please,â Rhysand begs from his spot on the bed.Â
I donât even bother to see the new beads of sweat dripping from his brow, the drops of precum leaking out of his painfully hard cock. Hell, I canât even think about anything other than the feeling of Cassian picking up the pace behind me.Â
âShh Rhys, Iâm enjoying this tight little pus,â Cassian groans, tightening his hold on my hips.Â
My arms are starting to go limp when Azrielâs hand tilts my chin up so he can see my fucked out face.Â
âOpen your mouth little one,â he says, fisting his cock and I obey like a puppet on a string. âWhat a good girl,â he smirks before tapping his cock on my outstretched tongue.Â
âFuck her mouth Az,â Cassian groans doubling down on his thrusts behind me.Â
âYouâre such an obedient little thing, I think Iâm going to have a lot of fun with you.â he croons before thrusting his cock inside my mouth.Â
The generalâs relentless hammering shoves Azrielâs cock down my throat in perfect tandem and I start to wonder if there are other females who have found themselves in my position. With the way they fuck both ends of me so efficiently I wouldnât doubt it.
It isnât until my drool is falling down my face mixing with my tears that Azriel grips my hair forcing me down on his cock more. The male became more needy than he had been all night as his soft grunts filled the room. My eyes flitted to his hazel ones and a self satisfied smirk crossed his face.Â
âYou like this donât you? You like being fucked in both your little holes?â He teases me, pulling my hair harder.Â
His words have me whimpering around him and curling my toes. The spymaster was right, I loved this. That I could make these males, the most powerful in the Night Court, so feral, so unhinged.Â
Cassain chuckles behind me slapping my ass again, âToo bad we donât have someone to fuck this third hole back here,â he says taunting Rhys as I feel him trace a finger over that said third hole.Â
âFuck,â Rhys hisses from where Azriel has him restrained, watching the show theyâre giving him.Â
I feel my legs starting to tremble beneath me and as they start to give out Cassian swipes both hands under my hips to keep me upright. So upright my knees don't even touch the bench anymore allowing him to fuck me harder, deeper, and faster.
âYou going to cum little one?â Cassian taunts me, picking up the pace a bit.Â
My whine is enough to have Azriel slamming his hips into my face, spilling himself down my throat as my nose brushes the hair at the base of his cock. For a moment I canât breathe at all, as I feel his seed spill over my tongue. When he pulls out I finally take in a deep breath, which is short lived as he grabs my chin forcing me to meet his gaze again.Â
âSwallow,â he orders.Â
I do as Iâm told, feeling the thick white ropes slide down my throat, warming my stomach.Â
His thumb tugs my jaw down forcing my mouth open as he makes sure every last drop is gone. When heâs satisfied he closes my mouth and gives my cheek a light slap, âgood girl.â he mutters.Â
âFinally,â Cassian breathes and I feel my front being shoved into the cushions on the bench before me, allowing Cassian to drive deeper. It seems his brother's use of my mouth was quite the inconvenience for him.
I make eye contact with Rhys who's painting and sweating. Moans and curses fall from his lips as he watches Cassian take me hard. Itâs not long until Iâm cumming around his cock.
âOh gods!â I scream feeling my legs shake and the knot in my stomach unwind as I cum all over the generalâs cock.Â
Cassian growls, deep and primal, before delivering one last thrust, spilling himself into me, âThatâs a good girl. Take it, take all of it.â he groans, forcing my body down.Â
As the Illyrian pulls out of me I can feel my heart beating in my throat and in my head. My chest rises and falls in time with my shaking legs. But I know Iâm not done, not while Rhysand looks at me like Iâm water and heâs been wandering the deserts of summer for too long.
âYou were so good, Rhys,â Cassian taunts, running his hand down the High Lordâs leg making his chest rise faster. âWe just wanted to thank you for your wonderful gift, didnât we Az?âÂ
Azriel nodded next to me, his scarred hands pulling me up by my shoulders and then hoisting me up by my thighs so my back was to his front. The position was more than awkward, but as he placed me on his High Lordâs shaking lap I understood why.Â
âMake him feel real good princess, we love our Rhysie,â Azriel laughs upon seeing Rhys breath picking up. Despite his words he kept his restraints on the Lord, one last test.Â
I place my hands on his chest, the skin there cold and clammy, and I canât help but want to feel more. His eyes are blown out, and I feel as though heâs looking right through me. Heâs a vision like this, maybe even more so than when he was sitting behind his desk looking like sheer power. He was vulnerable here.Â
I run a hand down his face like Iâm unable to help it and his eyes widen, âSo handsome my Lord,â I breathe. âWhat do you want from me?â I ask as I press my lips to his.
He can hardly kiss back, can hardly even think besides anything but the need. Beside him his brothers run a hand through his hair and whisper praises to him, trying to bring him back.Â
âAnything p-please, t-touch me,â he whimpers and I swear I see a tear roll down his face. From not being touched at all, to being touched everywhere but where he needs most, the High Lord was being pushed to his limits.Â
âYes my Lord,â I whisper before sinking myself on his cock.Â
Where Cassian was thicker, Rhysand was long, digging so deep into me that I felt a pinch as he brushed my cervix. The pain bringing me back from the fuck out haze the spymaster and the general left me in.Â
Rhysand hissed low, âOh fuck yes,â he groans pushing his head back on the headboard.Â
Cassianâs hand comes up to brush the fallen hair and sweat from his High Lordâs head, âSheâs a tight little thing isnât she?â he asks, pressing a kiss to his temple.Â
I splay my hands across Rhysâ chest, trying to give myself the leverage needed to bounce myself up and down on his cock. The slow drag of him inside of me has me scrunching my eyes shut trying to savor every sensation. My shaking legs make it hard to move myself up and down.Â
âMore, p-please,â Rhysand groans, his voice dropping deeper and starting to resemble the tone I heard this afternoon.Â
âAz give her a hand,â Cassian instructs from where he sits by Rhys.Â
I feel Azriel settle in behind me, his warm chest bumping against the clammy skin of my back. His hands lift my hips helping me to bounce up and down like Iâm nothing but a cocksleeve. The motion makes me gasp and writhe as Iâm able to settle to a faster and more stable pace.Â
âOh fuck Az,â Rhysand bites out. âI canât,â he groans and I watch the muscles of his chest and arms go taut as he pulls on the shadowy bindings that keep him from touching me.Â
The strain in his arms and chest is so great that I can see each individual muscle the Lord had built through the years. I couldnât help but run my hands over him feeling each one.Â
âLet him go Az,â Cassian instructs the shadowsinger and within seconds the bindings are gone, like even Az wanted to see what his High Lord would do next.Â
Rhysandâs hands fall from the headboard and find their way to my hips. Turns out him not being able to touch me was a punishment for both of us. He shifts his hips so I fall forward, and he connects his lips to mine as he thrusts up into me, putting me at his mercy.
He consumes my mouth fully, running his hands up and down my sides greedily before squeezing my breast making me moan into his mouth. The way he kisses me tells me that Iâm no longer in charge and neither is anyone else in this room for that matter.Â
His lips detach from mine and fall to my neck leaving opened mouthed kisses there. His hands leave bruises in the skin of my hips as he slams up into me, his cock hitting my cervix with each stroke, those initial stings of pain becoming pleasure.Â
âOh fuck Rhys,â I moan completely forgetting his title.Â
âSay it again,â he growls, his voice dangerously low. âLet them know who owns you!âÂ
I had completely forgotten about the other Illyrians in the room with us. I glance to the side to find Azriel fisting his cock beside me. When I donât moan the Lord name again a swift slap comes across my ass.Â
âRhysand!â I cry out, feeling the euphoria of him.Â
âFuck it,â he seethes and before I register what he means by it, my back hits the mattress.Â
The new position gives him a new range of motion to piston into me. Somehow heâs able to hit me even deeper this way. Causing me to let out wanton cries and moans as he fucks me, my polished nails scraping down his back trying to find purchase.Â
âYeah Rhys get it!â Cassian cheers from the edge of the bed.Â
The taunt makes the High Lord feral, slamming his hips into me. Heâs more animal than man at this point having been teased all night. The near primal growl he lets out has me cumming on his cock, my back arching off the back, my moan guttural.Â
My cunt squeezes his cock as pleasure lights up my body like lightning, and it isnât long until I feel his hips stutter as he cums inside of me with a groan.Â
âOh fuck yes,â his voice is like gravel as I feel him spilling inside of me endlessly, his seed joining Cassianâs.Â
Faintly, through the roaring in my ears I can hear Cassian and Azrielâs grunts as well as they finish. The idea of them getting off to their High Lord cumming inside of me is almost enough to make me beg him to do it again. But as he collapses beside me I feel how spent I truly am.Â
Rhys hand comes to brush back my hair from my face as he places a kiss to my temple, âSuch a good girl for us,â he says to me before turning to Cassian again, âGo get her a towel and a glass of water.â he orders, clearly re-assuming his role as the High Lord.Â
He spends the next minute or so running a hand over my hair as he cradles me to his chest soothing me. My breath starts to slow and I feel a warm towel beneath my legs as Cassian wipes away the mess they both made. Glass touches my lips as Rhys helps me to drink the water brought to me. Whatever I donât finish he downs in one go.Â
âLeave us,â he orders pulling the covers over our cold and clammy bodies.Â
âWhat no post sex cuddles for me?â Cassian laughs, throwing up his hands. I laugh before placing a kiss on Rhys chest, as much as I wouldnât mind all three of them holding me right now I know who pays my bills now.Â
âFine,â Rhys huffs, throwing back the covers behind me so Cass can slip in.Â
I wonder where Azriel will lie, but when my eyes search for him heâs already out the door walking to his own room undoubtedly. Something tells me heâs different from his two brothers, heâs quiet, but the words he told me earlier have me wondering whatâs up his sleeve.
Cassianâs arms curl around me, and eventually the three of us fall asleep. But the voice that swims through my head as sleep takes me is Azrielâs.
I think Iâm going to have a lot of fun with youâŠ
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pet names and looped pinkies pt.2 [s.h.] 18+
an: hiii me again :) literally one person asked for this so i ran to do it and ended up going a little crazy with it but oh well! hope you enjoy!! feel free to send suggestions or ideas or just chat :) also this is not edited i was too tired goodnight and god bless steve harrington
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summary: a part 2 to this in which you and steve are best friends but really you want more and are too scared to say it. (steve harrington x fem!reader)
warnings: okayyyy very anxious reader, bottling up our emotions, cursing, kissing, fluff, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, some spit, an almost blowjob, i think thats it??? 18+ MDNI!!!!!
wc: 9.6k
So what if you watched your best friend that youâre madly in love with get off in front of you! So what if you helped him! It was fine. Perfectly fine, right?Â
Wrong.Â
Your head was a mess, everything all jumbled up and you didnât know how to sort through any of this. It had been three days since it happened and youâd been as normal as possible with Steve, answering his phone calls and eating with him on his lunch break. Everything was fine as far as he was concerned. It wasnât until you climbed into your bed at night that your head started to spin, and not in a good way, your palms sweating and your chest feeling heavy.Â
Confused. You were so beyond confused and frustrated with yourself over this whole situation. Confused because it had been one of the best experiences of your life and now your brain was picking it apart piece by piece and making your stomach turn and your head pound. Steve had said all the right things, all the things youâd wanted to hear for years, but you also had your hand on his cock so how much of that did he actually mean! Did he even remember it, want to remember it? What if he never wanted to do it again or even worse wanted to pretend like it didnât happen?Â
And frustrated. So fucking frustrated with yourself because these cruel, mean thoughts were based off nothing besides your own worries! They had no merit, but that did little to soothe the ache in your chest when you thought about your friendship with Steve.Â
The rational part of your brain, what was left of it at least, knew that if you just talked to Steve that this could all be cleared up. He would listen to you ramble and maybe he had a good enough handle on his emotions that he could give you some clarity. You knew this. You knew Steve would never be cruel or malicious with you, especially about something like this. And a part of you even knew that despite how well you thought you had hid it, Steve probably knew just how much this, how much he really meant to you.Â
But the much bigger part of your brain, the irrational part, held so much worry and fear about this potential conversation with Steve that youâd kept your mouth shut for the last 3 days. What if he regretted it? What if he didnât mean anything he said and you were just there at the right time? What if this makes things weird and you lose your best friend? What if he just feels sorry for you? Does he know how you feel and decided to give you some attention out ofâŠpity?
Your palms had little crescent shapes in them from where you had dug your fingernails, trying to ground yourself and failing miserably. Maybe this wasnât a big deal. Maybe you were being dramatic and blowing this way out of proportion. Maybe Steve felt the same. But did you want to risk that? Could you? Because all you really knew at the end of the day was that you loved him. You loved him more than you ever thought possible, so much your heart felt like it could burst when he smiles at you or laughs a little too hard at something thatâs not even funny.Â
So you kept your mouth shut and tried to be as normal as possible. You kept that fake smile on your face and prayed that nobody noticed, or kept it to themselves if they did. You let Steve tug on your hair and loop his pinky with yours as if it didnât break your heart a little more each time he did it.Â
Any piece of him would be enough for you, it was better than not having any of him at all.Â
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Steve could tell that something was up. Heâd expected you to avoid him after that night and was pleasantly surprised when you answered his call on the second ring the next morning, smiling to himself and trying not to bounce on his heels like an overexcited puppy.Â
But then heâd seen you in person. Youâd come to Family Video on your day off to eat lunch with him on his break, giving him a quick once over when you first walked in but besides thatâŠnothing. Maybe you were feeling a little shy, he could understand that. He saw the small smile you gave him when he pulled out two pb&jâs, one for him and one for you and it made his heart soar. He liked doing things for you, loved making you happy.Â
He thinks heâd give you the moon if he could.Â
Everything seemed normal so far, you were a little more quiet than usual but considering the circumstances he wasnât too surprised by that. Itâs when youâre sitting down with him in the break room that he notices. Youâre talking now, laughing at his stupid jokes and teasing him like always, but itâs different.Â
Youâre here but youâre not. Youâre not looking at him, youâre looking around him. Youâre giving him smiles and giggles but theyâre not yours. This is even worse than what he imagined because youâre trying to act normal. He can practically see your head spinning, thoughts going crazy behind your eyes and it kills him. It hurts because youâre keeping this from him. Youâre hiding from him.Â
If heâs being honest with you and himself, heâs been freaking out about this so he knows youâve been too. But he thought you were good enough friends that it wouldn't have been weird to talk about it. He thought he made you feel safe and comfortable enough to confide in him.Â
But maybe he hadnât. Maybe he needed to try harder to make sure you knew that he was there for you. Always. That heâd do anything to make you feel safe. That you could come to him with anything and heâd listen without judgment. That he loved you.
âDo you wanna talk about it, honey?â He bit the bullet, hoping this didnât blow up his face and praying to god you didnât want to forget it had ever happened, he knew he sure as hell wouldnât.Â
âOh..no-we donât have to, I mean we can if you want but Iâm fine. I mean, itâs fine, right? Weâre good.â He knew heâd lost you, your eyes dropping to the floor to stare as your foot tapped nervously on the tile.Â
âLater, then. We can talk about it when youâre ready, yeah?â The fucking Family Video break room wasnât the place to have this conversation anyways but he couldnât stand to see you pretending around him, acting like you were okay when you werenât.Â
He hated to see you pretending but he hated even more that he couldn't lean across this tiny table and kiss you. God he wanted to taste you again, to watch how your pretty pink lips got all swollen and slick and to feel how your hands tugged mercilessly on his curls while you dragged him closer to you.Â
But he could be patient. Heâd wait for you forever if that's what it took.Â
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A party was the last place you wanted to be tonight, but when Steve had called you and practically begged for you to come, you found yourself agreeing before you knew what you were doing. As if youâd ever be able to say no to him. You did manage to tell him youâd meet him there, needing to give yourself some time to get your head on straight and pretend to be put together.Â
Youâre not even sure whose house this is, you didnât recognize the address when it was given to you over the phone and standing on the front porch now in front of an open door with people and music pouring out of it, you think youâve made a huge mistake.Â
Despite the nagging feeling in your gut telling you to turn around and run back home, you think of Steve and you just donât have the heart to not show up. Pushing through the crowd of people proves harder than expected, a grunt escaping when you catch an elbow or hip that almost knocks you over. You keep pushing and pushing until finally youâve made it through and youâre face to face with Robin, a smile breaking out over her face before sheâs rushing forward to pull you into a hug.Â
Sheâs drunk, you can tell and she confirms as much when she pulls back and looks around to make sure no one is listening like sheâs got some big secret. âThank god youâre here! I donât think I could take another second of Steveâs whining. Weâre both three sips away from blackout drunk because I made it a game between the two of us.â Sheâs talking so fast and bobbing her head along that you can barely make out what sheâs saying. But before you can ask her to clarify, she is.Â
âYep. Told him that everytime he mentioned you or asked about you weâd both have to take a drink. Bad game idea now that I think about it, tomorrow is gonna suck but it was worth it. Heâs awfully quiet when heâs not blabbing about you. Jesus Christ I donât even want to think about how many times Iâve heard the word bunny in the last hour and a half.âÂ
Your heart is thudding dangerously fast in your chest, a blush working its way up your cheeks and you think if youâd fall to the ground if it wasnât for Robin still clinging onto you.Â
Before you can even begin to dissect her words youâre pushed forward, a curse falling past your lips as you grip Robinâs arm hard enough to make her wince and curse at the person behind you. It doesnât take long before you figure out who it is though.Â
âThere she is, thereâs mâgirl.â Heâs right there behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and head tucked into the crook of your neck. You can feel his fingers digging into your tummy and his hair tickling your cheek as he nuzzles closer to you. His deep, gravelly voice sends a shiver down your spine and you canât help but to relax into him, eyes fluttering closed as his words wash over you.Â
Heâs drunk, beyond drunk, and you know that but it doesnât mean your thighs donât clench at the quick, wet open mouthed kisses heâs leaving on the side of your neck before you can manage to pull away and turn around to get a good look at him.Â
Turning around was a bad idea. Oh my god it was such a bad idea. Because when you do youâre faced with the sexiest, most devastatingly hot version of Steve youâve ever seen in your life.Â
Holy fuck. Youâre fucked. So fucked.Â
He has on a button up that hugs his arms so nicely you could cry, the first few buttons undone and showing off a patch of chest hair you didnât know he had but is now making your eyes widen and fuck there goes another pair of panties. Thereâs a sheen of sweat over his neck and chest where heâs been dancing and his eyes are dark, pupils blown and almost crazed looking as he takes you in. Those lips youâve dreamed about for weeks are parted just so, his tongue quickly swiping across his bottom lip and youâve never seen anyone so perfect. Your hands are clenched at your sides as you drink him in, his hair a mess like heâs run his hands through it a million times tonight and his forehead and neck are slick with sweat too. Goddamn it. Goddamn this party and goddamn Steve Harrington for looking like that.Â
Youâre so caught up in Steve that you forget Robin is there, hell youâve forgotten youâre at a party filled with people at all, but you canât bring yourself to care. Not when heâs looking like that or when heâs looking at you like that. Not when his hands are still on you and heâs giving you a smirk that would have any person dropping to their knees.Â
Before you do anything too embarrassing you turn back to Robin who is now looking at you both like youâve got 4 heads. âRob, how are you getting home? I can walk you but I think youâve both had enough fun tonight.â You ignore Steveâs whine from behind you, stomping his foot like a toddler at the prospect of having to leave.Â
âOh! Donât worry about me, Nance is coming to pick me up. I just knew Harrington wouldnât be concerned with anyone but you tonight so I called in for backup.âÂ
Looking back over your shoulder you see Steve with a shy smile as he gives you both a small shrug as to say âyeah and what about itâ. Robin flies off before you can say anything else, assuming sheâs seen Nancy or someone else she knows you turn back to Steve and take his hand in yours getting ready to tug him out the door when he stops you.Â
âBut you just got here, didnât even get to have any fun with you, bunny.â Heâs wearing an adorable little pout that makes you smile and youâre sure he wonât remember this tomorrow so you reach up to push his hair back, patting his cheek on your way.Â
âYouâre drunk, Steve. Like drunk drunk. I need to get you home and in bed, okay? We can do something tomorrow, promise, but I think youâve had enough fun for tonight.âÂ
âOh weâre going to bed? I can get behind that.âÂ
âYou are going to your bed and I am going to my own bed tonight, Harrington.â You pinch his side to scold him but he doesnât care, trying to come off as innocent as possible even though heâs got you reeling right now.Â
If thereâs one thing Steve knows how to be, itâs dramatic. âUgh fine! But I am not leaving until you dance with me. Just one, baby, please?âÂ
âOne, Harrington!â You huffed, pretending to be annoyed as he dragged you further into the crowd of people. You were too focused on him and the feel of his skin on yours to even pay attention to what song was booming around you.Â
His hands were on your hips, yours wrapped around his neck as you swayed back and forth. You were almost positive this was not a slow song but you didnât care. Everyone was practically dry humping around you, but when he flashed you that âKing Steveâ smirk you couldnât help but to smile back, shaking your head at him.Â
He pulled you closer to him, leaning down to talk to you over the loud music and chatter from the people pressed in on every side of you.Â
âSo pretty, you know that?âÂ
âYouâre drunk, Steve.âÂ
He scoffed, acting like that offended him. âAnd? That doesnât make it any less true.âÂ
Rolling your eyes you just shook your head, trying to look at anywhere else but him. It was hard acting like his words didnât make your heart skip a beat, but he was drunk and now was not the time to dive into this.Â
Gripping your chin between his fingers, your eyes were brought to his. âMâserious. Donât roll your eyes at me like itâs silly. Youâre the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen.âÂ
Words stuck in your throat you didnât know what to do besides look at him and why the fuck did it feel like you were about to cry. All you could do was nod, pulling back to create some sort of space between you two. You needed to breathe, to think and you couldnât do that pressed up against him.Â
âYour one dance is up! Letâs go, Harrington.âÂ
Dragging him behind you was like trying to drag a toddler out of a candy store. He was pouting, dragging his feet behind you and making this as difficult as possible. âDonât call me that.â
âCall you what? Your name?âÂ
âHarrington. Donât call me that, I donât like it, like it when you call me Stevie.â You didnât say anything, just kept walking. This was going to be the longest ten minute walk of your life. He took your silence as his cue to keep going, âI keep thinking about itâyour hand on my cock, I mean. Canât even tell you how many times Iâve got off to it in the last few days. And your lips, oh my god, your lips. Takinâ up all the space in my brain, pretty girl.âÂ
âSteve!â You turned around and smacked at his chest. âWe are not talking about this when youâre almost blackout drunk, alright? Weâre taking you home. Thatâs it, you hear me?âÂ
âYes maâam!â He saluted you, doing a poor job at keeping his amusement at bay. Itâs quiet between the both of you for the rest of the walk, up until youâre at his door and fumbling for his keys that heâs dangling above your head like itâs a game.Â
âIâll give you the keys if you promise to talk about this with me.âÂ
âSleep outside for all I care!âÂ
âOh cmon, please? Pretty please? Youâre acting weird with me and I may be drunk but Iâm aware enough to know I miss you, even if youâre right here.âÂ
Alright so maybe you hadnât done a good job of pretending to be normal. Or maybe Steve just knew you better than you thought, which was scary. You needed to rip the bandaid off. Push your fears aside and try and work this out so you don't feel so miserable and alone all the time.Â
âTomorrow, okay? Go inside and get some sleep and I promise Iâll come over tomorrow and weâll have a real conversation about this. I swear, Steve but we cannot do it while you're drunk off your ass.âÂ
Your ass that looks amazing in these jeans, might I add.
He huffed like a petulant child, rolling his eyes and dropping his keys into your open palm and moved aside so you could finally open the door. Pushing the door open you shoved him in, making sure he didnât fall and then stepping back onto the porch.Â
âIâm going, okay? Go drink a big glass of water and then go to bed. Iâll see tomorrow.âÂ
He flashed you one of those lazy smiles that made you melt, giving you a little wink as he leaned against his doorframe. âGânight, bunny. Can I get a goodnight kiss?âÂ
âGoodnight, Stevie.âÂ
All you heard as you walked down his steps was his laughter and the door closing, porch light turning on so you could see. You waited on the sidewalk until you were sure he locked his door.Â
You were fucked, as per usual.Â
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Itâs an hour before youâre supposed to be at Steveâs and you feel like youâre gonna throw up. Youâve spent the whole day pacing around your room and picking up the phone every fifteen minutes to cancel on him.Â
But you canât. You promised. And youâre cursing yourself for swearing anything to a drunk Steve, especially because he shouldnât even remember it but of course he did! He called you bright and early, far too early for how drunk he had been, and reminded you about your âdateâ as heâd called it.Â
Youâd thrown on one of his t-shirts because the smell of him surrounding you was the only thing keeping you sane right now. You didnât have the energy to get dolled up for him, too nervous about tonight to even think about it.Â
Youâve gone back and forth about a million times on what to say and youâve decided on the truth. Youâd tell him you liked him as more than a friend, that you didnât want to lose him but didnât want to keep it from him anymore.Â
And youâd hope for the best.Â
God you were definitely gonna throw up. Youâd cried probably five times today already, your hands had been shaky since you woke up, and you slept like shit. But you couldnât keep going like this. Having little pieces of him was enough, at least you thought it was. But it wasnât healthy and it wasnât fair to either of you.Â
The clock ticking away was taunting you. You needed to leave now and for the first time today your feet didnât want to move. Cmon, be a big girl.Â
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The walk to Steveâs was quiet but your mind was anything but. You were staring at his front door now like it would bite you if you got too close. He must have had a sixth sense, or he was watching from the window like a puppy because one second you're staring at his door and the next itâs thrown open and heâs there. Heâs there and heâs beautiful and heâs glowing even though he should be glued to the bathroom floor from how much he drank.Â
âHow ya feeling, Harrington?âÂ
He tugged you in and closed the door behind you, that pout youâve grown to love staring back at you. âTold you not to call me that, didnât I? Itâs Stevie to you.âÂ
He tried to pull you into him but you slipped past, running into the living room and plopping down on the couch, hearing his footsteps follow after you quickly. He sat down on the opposite end and you must have been frowning at that because he was quick to speak up.Â
âIâm only sitting so far away because I actually want to have this conversation and if youâre too close to me I wonât be able to focus, honey. Donât frown at me.âÂ
Eyebrows raised, you stared at him. Heâd always been blunt with you, openly flirty but sometime in the last few days a switch had flipped with him too. You always thought it was casual but now heâs saying things that make you feel like he might want this too, might want you.Â
âOh, um, alright. That makes sense, I guess.âÂ
It was quiet and you were quickly realizing you werenât the only one that was nervous. His fingers were running along the stitching of the couch and your hands were twisting in your lap.Â
Fuck it, it was now or never. âIâm gonna start, if thatâs okay?â He nodded at you and you cursed yourself for speaking up. But maybe if you just pushed it all out as quick as possible this would be quick and painless. Or maybe the ground beneath you would open up and swallow you whole.Â
âIâm gonna say this and then we can go from there. I like you. A lot. More than best friends like each other. I donât think best friends give their friends handjobs either but we did that and anyways I like you. If you donât feel the same way thatâs fine, Iâll get over it. I just donât want to lose you, ya know? I get it might be awkward at first and it might take time but youâre just so important to me. The most important person in my life. And youâre so good, so special I would just be really sad if I didnât have you. But it wasnât fair to me or to you to keep it from you so here I am. Saying lots of shit. But the point is I like you and I want you anyway youâll have me.âÂ
You were sucking in quick breaths by the time you finished, taking your quick and painless approach a little too far. You donât think you actually took a breath during that little speech and that wasnât doing anything to help with the lightheadedness you were already feeling.Â
He was dead still and quiet beside you and you couldnât bring yourself to look at him. OkayâŠmaybe you had completely misread this situation. The longer it took him to speak the worse you felt. Maybe you could make it to the door before he even noticed you were up? He seemed stunned. Maybe you could make it?Â
âDonât run.âÂ
Could he read your fucking mind? What the hell was that? But you obeyed, still looking straight ahead and didnât dare turn toward him. God this was horrible. There was a reason you kept your feelings all bottled up, because there was a chance it would go like this! You let them out and you feel even worse than you did before.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm not saying anything but Iâm a little pissed off and trying to find a way to say this that doesnât come out mean,âÂ
waitâwhat? Oh god. If you were lost before you were gone now. Pissed off? About what? âIâm pissed off because it sounds like you're writing this off as nothing before Iâve even been aware there was something there. And Iâm pissed at myself because Iâve done a pretty shit job at showing my feelings for you. I thought it was obvious I was obsessed with you, but it seems you didnât pick up on it and Iâm pissed we wasted so much time tip toeing around each other when you could have even officially been my girl for a long time now.âÂ
You didnât even know where to start with that. Where to even begin unpacking what he had just thrown at you. A little part of you wasnât totally shocked but youâd really just done such a good job at convincing yourself it was one-sided that you felt like youâd just gotten a bomb dropped on you.Â
âIâŠwell I just thought you were that way with everyone.âÂ
He looked at you like you were stupid, and maybe you were. Your brain was trying to catch up to what had just happened and was doing a shit job when he looked at you as if it was common sense that he felt that way.Â
âHave you ever heard me call anyone else baby, or sweetheart, or honey, or anything like that?âÂ
âWell no, butââ
âAm I ever hanging all over anyone else? Trying to get their attention and be as close to them as possible? Tugging on anyoneâs hair or holding their hands or making them cuddle me?â
âI mean not that Iâve been but Stevieââ
âYou havenât, because all that shit is reserved for you, baby. I only call you those names, mainly because I love to see your cheeks get all pink. I only touch you like that. Only want you on me. I get so fuckinâ jealous when youâre looking at anyone else. I tug on your hair like a toddler just so youâll look at me or tease me or scold me. You get that? Itâs only you. Iâm sorry I didnât make that clear enough but I fuckinâ swear. Youâre my best friend but youâre so much more. Youâre my girl, my bunny, arenât you?âïżœïżœ
One second you were feet away from him on the couch and the next youâre launching yourself across and into his lap so quickly he barely had time to wrap his arms around you before your lips were pressed against his. It was hot and messy and urgent as if one of you would disappear at any moment.Â
âMâsorry, Stevie. So sorry. Itâs not you, itâs my brain. I just get so scared and I just care about you so much I justâŠI convinced myself you didnât want me that way and I got so deep in those feelings I wouldnât let myself see any different. And I didnât bring it up, I hid it from you and Iâm sorry. Oh my god, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Youâre a mess in more ways than one, emotions all over the place and a million thoughts racing through your mind as you kiss him all over, desperate to be as close to him as humanly possible.Â
âShh, shh, donât be sorry, baby. Nothing to be sorry for. I get it, but now you know that you can talk to me about this stuff, right? Weâll work through it together and figure out the tough shit. Iâm not going anywhere. You got me, okay? Iâm all yours, always have been.âÂ
Nodding against him was all you could do, too overwhelmed and wrapped up in everything him to think about anything else. He was so sweet, too sweet. He understood you, cared enough to make you feel seen and heard and god it might not the right time but you didnât care, all you could think about was being with him, close to him, anything you could get.Â
He was yours now and you would not waste another second.Â
âTake me upstairs, please.â The words mumbled against his lips but he heard them loud and clear, his hand grabbing yours and dragging you behind him like a rag doll.
Heâs barely got the door to his room closed when youâre pushing his back against it, dropping to your knees in front of him and fumbling your way through trying to undo his pants. You know you seem desperate but you are desperate. Youâve never wanted someone like you want him and you think that if you don't get your mouth on him in the next five seconds that the world might actually end.Â
Heâs cursing above you, hands hovering like he doesnât know where to put them before the land in his hair, head falling back against the door as he squeezes his eyes shut.Â
Somehow between your quick moving hands and some help from Steve you manage to unbutton his pants, wiggling them over his hips and whimpering at the way they catch on his thighs. Neither of you bother with getting them off, far too occupied with how heâs straining against his boxers. His hands move for them but before he can youâre leaning forward, kissing the outline of his cock through the material and the noise that leaves his mouth is enough to have you moaning against him.Â
Your knees are already feeling sore against the hardwood floor but you think if he keeps making noises like that youâd stay here for hours.Â
Chancing a look up at him while you place kisses up and down the length of him youâre met with his eyes instantly, a pained look on his face as he stares down at you. You leave one last kitten lick through his boxers before you pull back enough to really see him. âAre yo- are you okay? Is this notâŠam I not..I havenât done this in awhile so Iâm not sure if itâs any good, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Heâs got you up to your feet so fast it makes you dizzy and heâs suddenly looking at you with a look so serious youâre scared youâve fucked this up. All because you wanted his cock in your mouth damnit!Â
Before you can apologize again heâs gripping your arms, forcing you to look at him. âYou are perfect, that was perfect and fuck I canât even believe Iâm actually turning down the chance to have your pretty mouth on me but I think if you did Iâd cum instantly and that would be really embarrassing. So as much as I want it, and believe me baby I want it, I need this to last more than two seconds, alright?âÂ
The initial sting of rejection is quickly replaced with a feeling of pure lust, a craving for him so strong that it makes you falter in front of him. You canât help the small pout on your lips, youâd really wanted to taste him, to watch him fall apart above you!Â
âDonât pout, honey. Yâcan have my cock whenever you want. But right now all Iâm worried about is making you feel good, okay?â He tugs your bottom lip with his thumb and you smile shyly, lips puckering against the tip of his finger and leaving a small kiss there that makes him smile fondly.Â
But then an idea sparks and you decide if you canât taste his cock you want to taste some of him at least. You watch with satisfaction as his jaw goes slack, eyes widening when you part your lips around his thumb, taking it deeper into your mouth and showing him what he's missing by denying you what you really want. Both of you stand there quiet for a moment, you just barely bobbing your head on his thumb and moaning around it when he presses down lightly on your tongue. Heâs cursing under his breath, pulling his thumb from your lips with a pop and dripping your chin thatâs now slick with your own spit.Â
âGreedy girl. So needy for cock youâll stand here and suck on my thumb. Sâkinda desperate donât ya think, baby?âÂ
Under any other circumstance you think youâd be crying from embarrassment but even though his words are teasing, the way heâs looking at you is anything but. Heâs got a mean mouth but his eyes are telling you how much he loves it, how lucky he is, how heâs just as desperate if not more.Â
âJust yours,â His brows are furrowed and a piece of hair falls over his forehead and you clarify quickly, feeling a little shy under his stare, âjust your cock, Stevie.âÂ
Realization dawns on him he feels a twitch in his boxers as he stares at you, lips messy with spit and eyes dark just like his. âJust for me, huh?â He canât even make the adoration for you, a warm sensation running through his body as you nod at him with pink cheeks.Â
He doesnât think thereâs anyone as perfect as you and the fact that youâre standing here, telling him you need himâfuck how did he get this lucky? There must have been a glitch in the system, some sort of blip but he wasnât complaining and wouldnât question it with you hanging on him like you were.Â
Determined to show you that he was just as needy for you, wanted you just as badly he took your shoulders, gently pushing you until the back of your knees hit his bed. You fell back with a plop, moving yourself back when he nodded his head at you in encouragement.Â
Hungry didnât even begin to describe how Steve was looking at you. He was staring you down as if he wanted to devour you, and youâd let him. No one had ever shown any interest in going down on you and it had become something youâd just kind of accepted you wouldnât experience.
Steve was going to change that.Â
âCan I, baby?â His hands hovered over your shorts. Youâd come over in these and one of his shirts, not caring enough to get dressed up when your goal was to get it all off as quickly as possible. âNeed to see your pretty little cunt, bet sheâs aching for me, yeah? But sheâs all wet and needy and begging for my attention, isnât she, bunny?âÂ
Jesus Christ, he had a mouth on him. His words alone had you clenching around nothing, hips lifting as you nodded quickly so he could pull your shorts down. He left your panties on and you cursed, a wave of embarrassment flooding through you, mostly because you knew heâd see how wet you were, how wet you had been for weeks because of him.Â
Shorts thrown somewhere on the floor behind him your thighs closed quickly, head resting on your shoulder as you leaned up on your arms for support. Youâd need all the support you could right now. But Steve wouldnât have any of that. His tongue clicked, a reprimand for depriving him a look between your thighs when itâs all heâd been thinking about for months. He knocked your knees apart and if you werenât so desperate to see his reaction your head would have fallen back on the bed.Â
Youâd have thought it was Christmas morning the way he was grinning. Or as if he had just won the lottery! And to him, he had.Â
âMessy messy girl. Poor thing, Iâll have to fix this, yeah?âÂ
It was all you could do to nod at him and it was only seconds later that he dove in, taking one long, slow lick up the front of your panties, pressing a gentle kiss where your clit was that had you falling back and throwing your arm over your eyes. He was gonna be the death of you.Â
Apparently that one little taste was enough to dissolve whatever will power he had left because in the next ten seconds your hips were lifted and panties were practically torn down your legs. He took no time at all getting himself back between your thighs, hands on either one holding them apart so he could bury his face there.Â
If it didnât feel so good youâd be pissed that this was what youâd been missing out on, but when Steve was sucking your clit into his mouth with the right amount of pressure to have you seeing stars, or using his fingers to stretch you for his cock, you couldnât have cared less about anything or anyone else.Â
Youâd also never seen Steve so quiet. Well, he wasnât exactly quiet, you could feel his muffled moans and pleas against you as you gripped his hair in your hands and pulled him closer, but he was more content than heâd ever been.Â
Youâre not sure how you manage any thoughts, let alone words right now when heâs making you feel so good and you can feel that burn in your tummy that tells you youâre close, but you still find it in you to tease him.Â
âCanât believe this was all it took to shut you up, shouldâve done this ages ago.â It doesnât come out as clean and quick as you wanted, it takes about 30 seconds to manage the words. But youâre proud of yourself for teasing him but immediately regret it when he pulls away, a whine leaving your throat as you try and tug him back.Â
âYâsure you wanna be mean to me when itâs my mouth youâre grinding against?âÂ
His words ooze with confidence and you know itâs well earned because heâs got you in the palm of his hand. You take the opportunity to get a good look at him, eyes almost black and hair all messy from where youâve pulled and tugged for the last 15 minutes. Heâs wearing his signature smirk and you gasp at his swollen lips and chin thatâs quite literally dripping wet with you.Â
âMâsorry, sorry. Please keep going, I was so close.â He doesnât make you beg, even though at this point youâd get on your hands and knees if he asked. He goes right back to work, picking up the same pace and you know it wonât take long before that burn in your belly engulfs you completely.Â
He takes instructions well, groaning his acceptance when you tug him back to your clit, nodding his head in understanding. âGonna cum, gonna cum, youâre gonna make me cum, Stevie,â Youâre babbling now, hoping he can make out some of your words as you move your hips faster and harsher against him, chasing your own release.Â
You canât hear what heâs saying but can feel his mouth moving against you. He never truly shuts up. And you donât know it but heâs begging for you to cum. It sends you over the edge anyways, thighs closing around his head tightly as you gasp and your body locks up. Itâs too much and not enough, youâre buzzing from head to toe and then you feel him helping you through it, small little licks to your clit, his hands rubbing at your trembling thighs as you try and catch your breath.Â
âFuckâ Steve might have said it, or it might have been you, youâre not sure. Chest heaving you canât do anything but stare at the ceiling above you, trying to get your heart to slow down so you can make sense again.Â
All of a sudden your line of sight is cut off by a mop of brown hair and two sparking eyes hovering over you, a smile so big youâre sure his cheeks must hurt. âBest meal of my life, baby.â His chin is still wet and you move your hand up to collect some on your thumb, sticking it in your mouth with a hum and he doesnât waste any time before heâs diving down to press his lips against yours. Tasting yourself on his lips makes you moan and itâs then you feel his cock against your stomach, hot and slick and begging for attention.Â
Pulling away you look down between you and see that sometime between getting you on the bed and making you cum heâs taken his boxers off. When you look back up to him he smiles sheepishly,Â
âSorry they were digginâ into me and I was about to go crazy. But I canâŠI can put em back on. Donât want you to feel like we have to do anything else, Iâll happily go back between your thighs and spend the rest of my life there, if youâll let me.âÂ
Grabbing the back of his neck you pull him down until your foreheads are pressed together, shaking your head at him like heâs crazy. âStevie, not to be too forward but I refuse to leave this room without you fucking me.âÂ
He laughs. Itâs loud and it makes you giggle and your noses are bumping against one another and heâs pressing kisses to your cheeks and the corner of your mouth and heâs backing up just enough to get a good look at you, âThank fucking god.âÂ
Steve was big. Not that you were complaining but damn you were a little worried about how that was going to fit inside of you. A little part of you was worried about him fitting but a bigger part of you just really wanted this to be good, for both of you. It was cliche but you wanted fireworks and passion and to feel him for days after.Â
You werenât a virgin, youâd been with a few guys over the years and sex for you had always just beenâŠokay. Yeah, sometimes it was good, but it was never how youâd read in books or heard on tv shows and movies. Steve didnât know it but he had just given you your first orgasm by sometime other than yourself! It had never been the mind blowing, toe curling experience you thought it would, but if anyone was going to break the standard, it was Steve Harrington.Â
He mustâve seen the worry on your face, moving to lay beside you with his hand rubbing comforting circles on your hip. âYou sure you wanna do this, sweetheart? Say the word and we can watch a movie or get late night pizza, whatever you want.âÂ
âCan this be one of those times where I say a bunch of shit and you donât judge me or laugh? Just listen to me.â He nodded at you, all hints of teasing and playfulness gone. Youâre sweet Stevie.Â
âOk, so, right okayâso Iâve had sex before and itâs been alright but I donât want alright with you. I want hot and sweaty amazing sex that Iâm gonna think about for the rest of my life, ya know? And I donât doubt that you can deliver, trust me Iâm sure you can,â you lean towards him as if youâre not the only ones in the roomâthe house, and whisper like itâs a secret, âyouâve seen your dick, right? That thing is massive and you seem like you know how to use it!â You sit back up then, only a little embarrassed at your rambling before you continue, âso I guess Iâm more worried than I wonât be able to deliver and I just really like you and want this to be good for you and I think Iâd never recover if you didnât have a good time andââ
He stops you with a hand over your mouth, eyes wide and a small smile playing on his lips as he stares at you. âTake a breath, baby. Now.âÂ
Your mouth drops open as soon as he removes his hands, your mind going black at the tone of his voice, so stern and deep. But you do as he says, taking a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly, looking to him for confirmation that youâve done something right.Â
âGood girl, there ya go. Now, I didnât want to cut you off but you were gonna run out of air if I didnât. Itâs my turn to talk now and youâre gonna listen, right?â You canât help but just nod at him, your mind trying to catch up to your body as his words sink in and wash over you.Â
He rubs his thumb against your cheek to soothe you and it does the trick, your pulse calming down enough that you can breathe again.Â
âYou do remember about half an hour ago when I stopped you from putting this pretty mouth on my cock because I wouldâve cum in seconds, right? Because Iâm sorry that I havenât made it clear to you that this is already the best experience Iâve ever had. Fuck, baby, having your hand on me a few days ago was the highlight of my year. Eating your sweet little pussy is gonna get me off for the rest of my life. This is only good for me because itâs you. You hear me? You donât need to be nervous or worried about me enjoying this, I swear to you Iâm havinâ the time of my life.âÂ
You donât realize youâre crying until heâs wiping away your tears with his thumb, cooing at you and making your heart thump so hard you can feel it in your toes.
âI love you, ya know.âÂ
This time itâs his turn to be stunned into silence but it only lasts a few seconds before heâs kissing you, or heâs trying his best, itâs hard to kiss when heâs smiling so big against your mouth. âOh I know, and I love you too, more than anything.âÂ
You feel like a teenager, giggling and peppering kisses all over his cheeks, so in love and just so breathtakingly happy itâs almost unbelievable. You feel silly now that you ever worried about anything, not even heâs so perfect and sweet and kind and yours. Heâs worth every minute of panic and stress though.Â
Then he opens his mouth and you remember that youâre still embarrassingly wet and that heâs still throbbing against your hip.Â
âAnd donât worry about my cock, bunny, weâll make it fit.âÂ
His thumbs slide under the band of his boxers and he looks to you, making sure itâs okay that he finally peels them off. When you nod he wastes no time in dragging them over his hips and down his legs until heâs kicking them off and onto the ground, both of you letting out a sigh of relief.Â
You thought Steveâs cock was pretty the first time you saw it but thatâs nothing compared to now. Heâs painfully hard, tip red and leaking, smearing precum where it lays twitching against his belly. You hold a little resentment toward him now for not letting you put your mouth on him. You think there might even be some drool on your lip as you look at him.Â
Heâs watching you stare at his cock and trying not to cum on the spot, hands clutching his comforter do tight he might rip it. He has to move his eyes away from you so he can attempt to focus, too worked up to really make any sense right now.Â
âHoney how do youâŠwhat do you think would be better for you?â He wants this to be as painless for you as possible, only wants for you to feel good. Heâd twist into a pretzel if he thought it would be better for you.Â
âIâll uh, Iâll be on top. I think thatâll be best so I can umâI think thatâll be good for me.â Heâs not totally sure that his eyes donât cross at the thought of you riding him, he has to pinch the bridge of his nose hard just to right himself.Â
You urge him to scoot back so heâs laying down, head resting against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. You move yourself to straddle his thighs, worried that you wonât be able to think straight. In a flash of bravery you whip off his t-shirt and watch as his cock twitches and his mouth drops open. His hands immediately find your painfully hard nipples, tweaking them softly and watching as your stomach clenches when he does.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ tits, swear to god. Jesus Christ youâre gorgeous, honey. All of ya, every inch.âÂ
âCanât wait anymore, Stevie, need you in me please.â The words are barely out of your mouth before heâs reaching towards his nightstand and you donât know what comes over you but before you can stop it you reach out and grab his arm. Neither of you say anything, staring each other down and waiting for someone to speak, to move.Â
Fuck. You donât know why you did that, obviously you should use protection. ButâŠyouâre on the pill and havenât been with anyone in what? A year and a half? And the thought of feeling himâŠall of himâfuck you know itâs stupid but you canât care about it right now when heâs so pretty and his cock is so pretty and you just want him.Â
He speaks before you muster the courage too, voice sounding strained, âBaby..are you sayingâŠare you sure? Itâs been awhile since Iâve been with anyone and mâclean I swear butâfuck are you sure?âÂ
âMâsure if you are. Just wanna feel you, Steve.âÂ
He could weep. He could fall to his knees and weep. Here you are, prettiest girl heâs ever seen and not only do you even want to have sex with him but you want to do it rawâfuck he wasnât gonna last.Â
âFuckinâ unreal, you are unreal.âÂ
Instead of answering you took the opportunity to move forward and hover over his cock. Some of your confidence drained, all of this feeling much more real now that he was inches away from you. But you knew there was nothing to be scared of, this was Steve. Your Stevie. There was no one else you trusted like him and you knew heâd take care of you above anything else.Â
He took hold of himself, moving down a little so he could run his tip up and down your slit, coating his cock and hissing at the contact. Your grip on his shoulders stuttered when his tip bumped against your clit and you swear your whole body shuddered.Â
âFeels good doesnât it, baby? Iâll just hold still and you go at your own pace, weâve got all the time you need.â You lifted up a little, his tip nudging at your entrance and as you sank down your lips fell open into a silent moan. Your eyes were shut but you could feel Steve watching you and you could feel his grip on your hips tightening as you moved painfully slow.
âDoinâ so good baby, so so good.â You preened under his praises, body relaxing as you opened up for him. You knew it would be a stretch, but it was good. The burn of him filling you up turning you on even more, if that was possible. Being this close, this full of him made you feel light headed in the best way possible.Â
It took a few minutes but now you were fully seated, your hips pressed together as you dug your fingers into his shoulders, trying to keep your composure. It was overwhelming in the best way, your body on overdrive as you tried to accommodate all of him.Â
He looked like he was overwhelmed too, little puffs of air coming out of his nose and his eyes screwed shut. He was still, not moving and for a minute you were worried but when you moved on him, his eyes flew open and his hands grasped your hips tight.Â
âWait, wait wait, babyâfuck. You gottaâŠI gottaâŠjust donât move. Please. Gimme a sec you feel too good, fuck.â You nodded, giggling a little and when you did you heard him gasp. Both of you could feel everything and it was so much.Â
You sat still for what felt like hours but could have only been a minute or two before he looked at you, nodding slightly and you took that as your sign to start moving. Lifting up about halfway you dropped your hips back down, gasping at the sensation of him filling you up so well and the little curses slipping out of him only spurred you on.Â
âOh my god, Stevie. Youâre soâIâm so full. So full of you I just..fuck.â You tilted your hips forward when you dropped down this time, his hip brushing against a spot inside of you that you didnât know existed but lit you on fire. It made you go faster, sliding down hard and a moan so loud you should be embarrassed came out when your clit caught on the little patch of hair he had near the base.Â
Steve seemed to be out of his mind, mumbling praises and curses under his breath. He couldnât decide where to look, all the options too good to miss. He could look at your pretty face, all flushed and glowing from the sweat youâd worked up. He could look at your tits, so perfect and pretty and bouncing right in front of his face. Or he could look at where you connected. He could watch his cock disappear into you over and over again but that combined with how good you felt meant this would be over very soon. And he wanted, no needed, for this to last forever.Â
As if his cock filling you up didnât feel good enough, add in his filthy fucking mouth and his thumb he had rubbing quick, tight circles on your swollen clit and you were a goner.Â
âSuch a pretty girl. You really are my little bunny, huh, bouncing on my cock like you were made to do it. You were, werenât you? Made for me, baby.âÂ
âFeels so good, honey. Snug little cunt feels like heaven.âÂ
âGonna make me cum, you know that? Gonna cum with my girl on my cock.âÂ
It hit you out of nowhere, maybe it was him comparing you to a fucking bunny or maybe it was him calling you his girl. Youâre not sure. All you know is one minute youâre there and the next your toes are curling and your face is buried in the crook of his neck, mouth open against his throat as you cum so hard your ears are ringing and you canât feel or think about anything but him him him.Â
Steve Steve Steve
âFuckinâ shit, baby. Mâgonna cum, gonna cum. Where do you want it, bunny? Huh? Please please pleaseâshit.â You canât even move your arms, let alone the rest of your body but you can feel how youâre still clenched around him and you can feel how both of your thighs are soaked.Â
All you can manage is to lean up just a tad, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, âIn me, want it in me, please Stevie.â And then he had one hand in your hair, holding you to him while his hips lifted and then stilled, groaning something obscene into your ear and if you werenât so exhausted and overwhelmed that alone would have made you cum again.Â
You laid there on top of Steve, his arms now around your waist as he pressed small kisses to your shoulder. Your legs felt like jelly and you really think you could pass out right here with him still inside of you.Â
âYâalright, baby? Still with me?â The words were tired and mumbled against your hair, both of you still kind of out of it but it was so good, you still felt so good.Â
âMâokay, Stevie. Not to make your big head any bigger but Jesus Christ I think you just fucked me within an inch of my life.â He chuckled against you, teeth scraping over where your neck met your shoulder and you shivered. âWell I think technically you fucked me within an inch of my life, sweetheart.â
Pulling back just enough to get a look at him, his eyes were closed with a calm, relaxed look on his face. He must have felt you looking because one eye cracked open, a smile on his lips as he looked at you.
âWhat is it? Something on my face?âÂ
You shook your head and pressed a quick peck to his lips, threading your fingers into his hair and burrowing back into the crook of his neck.Â
âNo, Iâm just happy, just love you.âÂ
âI love you most, pretty girl.âÂ
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Tim Drake: Ugly Duckling (dp x dc)
So this is the last day of pride month, and so also the last day of me trying to write as many LGBTQ+ canon dc characters. Itâs been fun (and I got to read a whole bunch of comics which was actually much more fun than the first time Iâd tried to read those!!)
Now even though this is the end of June, feel free to send an ask if you want me to write a blurb with any character. I make no promises, but I will very much try! (It might take a while especially if Iâm in a Tumblr hibernation phase.)
Anyways, for the last day of pride month I wanted to do Tim Drake coz heâs dcâs main âitâ gay girl. Iâve been working on this Dead Tired fic for ages, based on the post about Tim getting turned into a swan and meeting Danny, who as a prince has to give him a kiss to change him back (I canât find the prompt but it was hilarious so this was my take on it).
Hereâs the beginning of the fic:
Red Robin was on patrol duty, while Batman and Robin were following a lead on possible joker safehouses. All in all, It was a pretty quiet night with only two muggings, both low-energy as both perpetrator ran away as soon as a bat-shaped shadow moved.Â
So Red Robin had spent most of the night chatting with Babs. He was grappling around town, as they started on the new date app theyâd both found out Jason was using.
âI told him he canât put only photos of his motorcycle but- wait Iâm getting a call,â Oracle interrupted herself. Tim waited before the earpiece came to life again.
âSorry to cut this short Red Robin, got a full-attention request from Canary. If you need anything, beep me, and Keep your coms open.â
âBye, Oracle,â he said, and like that, Red Robin was alone once again.
 He stopped on Grand Avenue Station and just let himself take in Gotham. The city was beautiful at night, and Tim was itching for a camera. He seen hundreds of pictures of the cityâs skyline but they always managed to be unique. The night sky may always be covered by dark clouds above, but Gotham had its own stars in the lights shinning on top of the skyscrapers. So lost in his thoughts, Tim was, he almost missed the soft noise that sounded behind him. The voice that sounded behind him was harder to miss.
âWither away so late, Little Red Bird?â
Red Robin turned to see a tall woman standing half in the shadows
âSorry, can I help you?â Answered the vigilante despite the bad feeling creeping up to him.
âIâd like to know where I can find your guardian,â the woman said, still in the shadows.
âYou mean Batman?â He chanced.
The woman nodded and Tim resisted the urge to sigh.If this was another one of Bruceâs ill-advised fling, Tim was going to hack every electronic device the man had to play sex-eds on loops for at least a week.
âHeâs busy at the moment.â Then feeling like he shouldnât assume what the woman wanted Bruce for, he continued. âBut if you need any help, Iâll do my best.â
The woman stepped forward, and Tim could see her better. Her face was bare, but her distinctive outfit seemed to indicate she was some kind of vigilante-slash-criminal. The outfit did, in fact, ring a bell in the back of his mind, but it was dim. Tim didnât tense up, but he did angle his body in a way to accommodate for a better escape through grappling. She continued walking until she was within armâs reach of Tim, towering over him. She extended a hand to lightly caress his cheek, and Tim went still at the touch.
âSuch a kind Little Bird you are,â she said gently. âYou know, you remind me of my daughter.â She sighed. âOh, what pretty children you both are.â
âThank you,â said Tim as he sidestepped out of the way. âIâm sure sheâs a lovely person.â
âOh she was,â the woman said and through his growing wariness, Tim spared a thought for the girl. âShe had dark hair and the fairest skin, just like you. The most beautiful girl in the land some would even say.â
That niggling feeling came back as a feeling of familiarity poked at him once again. âYou mustâve been very proud.â
The woman let out an airy laugh before saying playfully/contemplating. âmustnât I?â
A shiver ran down his back. Alright, there was something wrong with this woman, and Tim wasnât waiting around to find out what. Not without any information or backup.
âWell, if thereâs nothing I can do for you, I really have to get going,â Tim said as he took out his grapple gun. In a second, the gun was ripped from his hand , and he was slammed to the side of the staircase leading up to the roof. He let out a gasp at the impact and his features tensed in pain. The woman hadnât even touched him.
âNot so fast, Little Bird. We donât want you going back to the Batman just yet.  Iâm not ready to make him my Knight yet.â
âYour knight?â Tim managed to get out. He tried to move his arms, but some unseen force was pinning him in place. Shit, that meant he couldnât reach the comm to send out a distress signal. Hopefully Babs would check in soon.
The woman smiled as she approached him once again. âWhat better for a Queen, than a Dark Knight?â
And just like that it clicked. âYouâre the Queen of Fables.âÂ
âWell look at this, youâve got the brains and the beauty,â she teased, her voice as smooth as honey.
âWhat do you want with Batman?â Tim asked though he could guess from previous encounters she had had with the Justice League that the villainess wanted to turn Bruce into a fairytale character of some sort. Sheâd done the trick on Clark, and twice on Diana, so it was probably Batmanâs turn now. So, yes, Tim could guess, But the longer he kept her talking the more time he had to figure out a way out of this.
âI told you, heâll be a Knight of the Queen,â She extended a hand and tilted Timâs face up. âDo you know what that would make you Little Bird?âÂ
Most villains assumed the batclan worked like a crime family. So the family of a knight? âNobility,â Tim guessed, unsure where this was going.
âExactly.â She smiled, and then she moved. Tim braced for the hit.
Instead of a punch though, he only felt a tingling sensation. Cautiously, he opened his eyes, only for them to grow bigger as he took in his uniform. Or the lack thereof.
He was in something-century clothing, in some sort of frilly shirt and pants, all in white. This was worse than a punch. Then, as the thought hit him, Timâs hands flew to his face only to come in contact with the silky fabric of a masquerade mask. He sighed in relief, and as he calmed down, he realized he was now free of the force pinning him down.
âThe color is for my daughter,â the Queen said. Then, she let her head fall to the side before tracing a line across his forehead and Tim could feel something like a circlet setting down on it. âThere you go. Now, itâs perfect. You could practically be siblings.âÂ
âNo thanks.,â Tim answered.
The Queen tsked him. âThatâs no way to behave Little Bird, has nobody taught you to say thank you when you receive a gift.â
âI donât want anything from you,â Tim disagreed mildly as he took stock of his weapons. Everything was gone, including the earpiece, which meant Babs had to have been alerted and someone was en route.
The Queen frowned. âI was going to be merciful, for you guardianâs sake, but I no longer feel generous.â She raised her hand and Tim tried to roll away, but the magic beam swerved and hit him in a blinding flash of light.
When he managed to open his eyes once again, the world seemed quite a bit bigger than it had been moments before.Â
âWhat did you do to me?â He said. Or tried to say.
Instead a strange squawk echoed and Tim took a step back in surprise. However, he lost his balance and started to fall and as he tried to catch himself with his hand, two large white wings unfolded. He dropped down, which wasnât as far as he wouldâve estimated and laid stiff. He moved his left arm, and a white wing followed suit.Â
Oh, no. Oh no no no.
A grating laugh interrupted his freak out. âThere you are my pretty Little Bird, all better. White really is your colour, donât you th-â
With a loud hiss, Tim propelled himself towards the woman. Making use of his newfound beak, he pecked and bit everything he could, as he flapped his wings.
âBlasted creature- Get off! Stop it, you despicable, puny-âÂ
Finally she managed to grab Tim and throw him away from her. He landed with a squawk, but managed to get himself back to his feet quickly. âYou little/awful brat,â she snarled. âYouâll pay for this!â
But as the Queen threw out her hand, something rippled in the air between them and the magic beam seem to explode midway into a green vortex. Timâs clumsy attempt at waddling away had him head straight towards it, and it was in vain that he tried to redirect the course. She and Tim made eye contact as the swan-boy tipped right into the swirling green vortex, both of their eyes wide-open in surprise.
Danny was exhausted. He was currently on week one of the full month of Royal Duties heâd promised Clockwork. Being Prince of the Infinite Realm was not all that it was cracked up to be, and that was saying a lot since he had already been expecting it to be awful.Â
When Clockwork had made the request, Danny had proceeded to freak out about his new status, and then tried to abdicate. It was only the master of time reminding him of all the terrible possible candidate for the throne per rites of combat (such as Vlad) that stopped him from washing his hands of this mess. And now Danny was forced to spend one whole month of his summer vacation in the Ghost Zone to fulfill his duty as a Prince.Â
He thought it would be some paperwork, maybe a battle or two, nothing too bad, but nooo. Because, of course nothing was easy, Danny had to show up at Events, and be Diplomatic. It was meeting, after meeting, after weird parties that were a mix between Medieval Banquets and Debutante balls.Â
And worse of all were the marriage proposals. Danny could sorta understand, marrying into royalty was a definite plus for a lot of more powerful ghosts but when they called him a half-breed behind his back, only to smile in his face with a marriage contract in one hand and flowers in the other, that was where he drew the line.Â
Plus there was also the fact that he was, like sixteen.
Suffice to say, Danny was exhausted and hiding out in Pariah Darkâs old castle as a last resort. It wasnât his favorite place all in all, but the gardens were absolutely beautiful, which was where he was walking. He was currently headed to the hedge maze, since it was the best way to get rid of any tails he may or may not have.Â
The maze was nasty if it didnât like you, and it didnât like anybody but Danny, and even then, it still tried to take a bite every once in a while. Despite the snaking vines and roots trying to capture anything that moved, the flowers that wailed softly when disturbed or the sharp thorns of the hedge plants themselves, it was still a beautiful place. Uniquely, the closer you got to the centre, the more colorful (and dangerous) everything got, which was why he liked it best.Â
He reached the centre much quicker than the first time he tried, thanks to the maze actually helping him, and something pale caught his eye right in the middle of the open area, right next to the bench Danny loved to use. As he got closer, he realized it was a swan laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.
âOh no,â Danny said as he approached. âWhat happened to you?â
As if awakened by the sound of his voice, the swan started to shift, its wings twitching and it rose its head groggily. As soon as it clocked in Danny, it let out a surprised squawk, followed by a long hiss as it struggled to move away.
âHey, hey, none of that, Duckie, youâre ok.â Danny raised his hands placatingly. âI donât want to harm you, ok? I just want to make sure youâre ok.â
The hiss subsided by a bit, but that may have only be due to the swan managing to get further away.
âSh, sh, itâs ok,â Danny repeated as he slowly inched forward. The swan stopped hissing but still observed him warily. âI donât want to hurt you Duckie, but I do think weâd better get you out of this maze.â
Danny took another step, and this time the swan stayed still. âHow about bringing you back to my rooms just for now.â The swan hissed louder at the statement. âDonât worry Duckie, Iâm not keeping you prisoner itâs just this maze has been known to eat people. And youâre too pretty to be eaten,â Danny flashed a smile at the swan which had it stare back with a gaze saying really?
âSo what do you say, wanna crash at my place?â Danny asked. The swan didnât move forward but he didnât move away either.
âYeah, I wouldnât trust a guy who talks to birds either,â Danny allowed. âAnd the place where Iâm staying is a little gloomy, so I donât blame you, but I canât leave you here. The maze is honestly really dangerous, especially for a nice bird is like you. â
The swan seemed to hesitate before it hesitantly made its way to Danny. Ghost animals were usually smart but the swan seemed to understand English, which made communicating that much easier. Danny smiled and opened his arms. âI can carry you.â The swan just looked at him, with what Danny wouldâve thought was a deadpan stare. âIt would go much faster.â
If the swan was human it probably wouldâve sighed, but instead, its wings just fell a little before it waddled towards Danny and looked up as if to say âget on with itâ.
Danny smiled and gathered the animal in his arms. âBuckle up,â he said before flying off towards the maze exit, which was accompanied by a low hiss. Making sure there was nobody there to ambush him, Danny made it back to the castle in record time.
âHere we are Duckie.â Danny set the swan back down and it plopped down on the ground and just steadied themselves for a while.
Tim was a swan. He had wings and no fingers, and his feet were webbed.
He was handling it though. By which Tim meant he was shelving the impending panic attack for later when he wasnât stuck in a swan body.Â
Ok, so heâd been turned by the Queen of Fables, so there had to be an answer in a fairytale,a way to make him normal again. He knew the ugly duckling story. That had a swan in it, right? He didnt know any other swan stories, except maybe as a dish during the wedding banquet of whichever princess. He vaguely remembered a Barbie movie that had passed on the TV when he was younger but the only thing that came to mind were a scary-looking Troll thing, and ballet.  So with lack of better alternatives he was going to go with the ugly duckling. The ugly ducklingâs happy ending was reuniting with family, so maybe all he needed was to make his way back to Gotham.
âAre you ok?âÂ
And that was another thing. The guy. The one Tim had at first wanted to get away from. He seemed nice and all, but he also had neon green eyes, and fangs. Unfortunately, while they suited the boy very well, they also marked him as an unknown.Â
On the other hand, if the glowing portal wasnât enough of an indication, the green tinge of everything around was clear indicator that Tim wasnât in Kansas anymore. The guy seemed to want to help him, and having an ally wherever he was could only help.
Tim nodded as best as he could with his long weird neck, and he had to take a few steps to regain balance.
âThatâs good,â the boy smiled with his white pointy canine. âHow did you end up in the middle of that maze?â
Tim just looks back tiredly. He didnât know how to even try and explain when he couldnât say a word and had no opposable thumbs.
âYeah, sorry.â The boy winced. âMaybe stick to yes or no questions.â
There was a sharp knock at the door that had the boy turning away.
âPrince Phantom!â A voice rung through the door.
Prince?Â
The newly-dubbed Prince Phantom got up to open the door, âyes, what can I do for you?â
âYour meeting with Queen Dora is approaching. Do you still prefer to forgo an escort guards?â a purple lady was saying.
âIâll be fine without, Maj but thank you very much,â Phantom answered with a polite smile.
âIâll pass it along, my Prince.â She bowed and closed the doors behind her.
Phantom walked back to lay on the bed with a sigh. âI really hate that they call me that.â He turned towards Tim to continue. âI bet swans donât have royalty. You guys had the right idea.â
#Yep so this is the beginning beginning#Tim drake#danny fenton#dead tired#dc x dp#dp x dc#roxpox#roxpoxwrote#bisexual character
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Fanfiction Comments: Why Bother?
Genuine question: If yaâll like a story, why not comment?
This question, born out of previous discussions and Discord chats, is one writers have been dealing with for a long time. Feedback/reblogs on art tends to be more common than on fics. Yet writers continue to beg for comments on stories. So what's stopping people?
Don't know what to say/an emoji/script feels too impersonal
Forgot to comment
Read everything and how do you pick out one part?
Rather give feedback personally
Feels like an expectation/I owe them
Send me a string of emojis? I love it. Send a single heart? I love it. Keyboard smash? I love it. Copy/paste a "thank you for writing"? I still love it. "I don't know what to comment or how to put my feelings into words." Then put that! That's a compliment! Can't think of anything to say, then "I don't know what to write but asgfdhgf I liked it." is fine!
Seriously, I don't care WHAT you put, because it shows me you cared enough to take a few second to show that love. I recognize and look for my regular commenters, even the ones who leave just a heart or "extra kudos".
Forgot to comment? Leave the fic open on your phone or get in the habit of dropping SOMETHING right as you finish. If you had time to make it through the last 100 words, you can probably tap an emoji. It's likely more of a habit to build up than anything.
Read it in one go and it's all a blur? "I read this all in one go and it's a blur, but I loved it!" We don't need specifics; just tell us you loved it on the chapter you stopped on. That in itself is a compliment because Hey! You loved it so much you had to keep reading!
Personal feedback? Well, I'll never say no to friends gushing about stories to me! And it might not be the same for everyone, but if you stop commenting on AO3 and only tell me personally...my assumption is you don't like it enough to say it publicly. I've spent many a time wondering why people stopped giving that support and what I should do better. If it's a friend, try asking them which they prefer! We can go back and reread (and do!) AO3 comments. Much harder on discord/dms/etc.
Owing authors? Look, we put a lot of time and work into writing and providing content for free. Hours of idea planning, actual writing, editing, catering to requests, etc. My partner once said I have a second job, writing, but I don't get paid. If you read and enjoyed something that someone put a lot of work into, it's nice to take a few seconds and tell them that.
You don't owe authors comments. They also don't owe you free writing. Sometimes, you forget there is an author at all when you're reading. But there is. A real person put out a story hoping you'd love it, or connect to it. You'd see yourself in the writing and feel less alone, or cheered up when you have a bad day.
Writing is art, and all we want to do is connect with you. Comments help bridge that gap.
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Ive been noticing an increase amount of Dreamtwt refugees, and let me preface with saying: Welcome!!! Genuinely, we lovingly welcome you to this happy lil community.
That being said, Tumblr is confusing, between the big etiquette book and the interface that hasnât changed since 2008 there is a lot to learn. So this is my little attempt to a welcome guide tailored to our lil dream community! Feel free to add your own recommendations and stuff.
Tumblr is a Blogging site, a goog ol relic from ye olden days, your âprofileâ is your blog, and you can put anything you like on there! However, please do change your avatar and background, we have a massive bot issue here and we tend to auto block someone with a standard avatar.
The main tags for the dream team are as follows: - just their entire usernames, but, those do get hooped up in controversy from time to time. -Dreamblr for the content creator dream
-Dreblr, for C!Dream
-404blr for CC George
-pandasblr for CC Sapnap
-Dtblr for the Dream team
PLEASE REFRAIN FROM USING: #Dream, thatâs for people actually posting about their dreams, and #myct as it is mostly used for general MYCT stuff, we prefer to stick to our own spaces.
âhow do I find people?â you go to any of these tags, find someone you vibe with and click âfollowâ. The algorithm here sucks, and we donât advice the âfor youâ page.
On that note, the âlikeâ button is useless, use reblog instead! If you like someoneâs hot take, art or stupid shit post, REBLOG. Its how we keep our fandom alive and active here :D
When you reblog you usually keep your comments in the tags, one only really uses the comment section when they DONâT want to reblog. (usually because of le discourse).
Send people asks! People love to chit chat, you can do it anonymously! Tell that one artist youd love to have their brain for lunch! Engage with everyone! We love discussion and open communication here. (prob since there is no real word limit to posts)
Tumblr has developed a nice âblock liberally, no need to make a fusâ culture. You can block someone for any reason, and it really isnât a big deal.
On the Tumblr is more relaxed note, we tend to be more relaxed on CC boundaries, since most CCâs do not use twitter. If you donât like people breaking CC boundaries, even in places where they cant see it, follow the advice above and blockkkkk!!!
Please spell out words! Donât censor triggering words at it can fuck with peopleâs filter settings, by censoring these words you put people in more risk. Â
Now for some technical advice: Most tumblrinaâs turn on âhide likes and follower countâ . Any blog can have 4 people following it or 4000, we like to keep it mysterious.
Also turn of âbest content firstâ- once again, the algorithm is not to be trusted.
Furthermore, you can really personalize your Tumblr experience and please do! Under âaccountâ you can find many options to filter the content you see, make use of it, for your mental health sake.
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gently, by your side | jaehyun
members: myung jaehyun x gender neutral reader
genre: college au, angst, comfort, best friends! to ???, more platonic stuff in this one
tags/warnings: extensive discussions of mental health and chronic/mental illness, y/n is not okay. :(
summary: jaehyun finds you after a bad week.
wc: 2.7k
a/n: this ficâs title comes from this lovely song. as someone whoâs struggled with both chronic and mental illness, it really takes someone strong and amazing to keep on going, despite everything. most of the dialogue in this comes from my own musings and experiences with mental health. i wrote this for a dear mutual of mine! i hope better days will come for you soon, whenever that may be. meanwhile, i hope this gives you comfort when things are tough! sending lots of love <3Â
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5 days ago 1:28 PM đ¶ cutie puppy
(y/n) we havenât seen each other in such a loooong time imy :(( i mean i KNOW itâs just been a couple of days since we last hung out but still!!!!!!! when are we seeing each other again !!!! tell me ur schedule QUICK !!!!
4 days ago 6:33 PM đ¶ cutie puppy
heeeeyyyyyyyyy (with the intention to hang out) heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy reply to meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! tell me when ur free pls i miss u :((
3 days ago 11:58 PM đ¶ cutie puppy
hey i didnât see u at the party today i thought u said u were going last week!!! also i asked around and people said they havenât seen u around recently??? and they donât know what ur up to
2 days ago 2:05 PM đ¶ cutie puppy
heeeyyyy ?????????? did i do smth????? or are u just really busy w school and work idk either way pls just let me know :(( i wonât bother u if ur rlllyyy busy
10:35 PM sorry if iâm being annoying btw
Yesterday 11:32 PM đ¶ cutie puppy
ok i thought about it reaaaaaallly hard and i donât think iâve done anything to make u mad or upset w me??? well aside from that time last last week that u got mad at me for accidentally messing w ur computer and deleting ur work files WHICH IM LIKE REALLY SORRY FOR but i fixed it!!!!! i thought we were good alrd!!! are u still mad at me 4 that ?
1:00 AM (y/n)?
1:28 AM idk i thought i was ur best friend :(( did smth change???
2:47 AM pls pls reply :(( i know we can talk this out i donât want us to not be ok
Today 3:00 PM đ¶ cutie puppy iâm coming over.
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Sitting up from your bed, your heart thuds in anxiety as you quickly scroll through your chat history with Jaehyun. Your eyes hurt and your brain feels especially foggy, like youâre looking at the world through a particularly cloudy lens. How long did you sleep? The last thing you recall was working on your assignments last night, then choosing to sleep instead when you got overwhelmed. Even then, you slept fitfully. You remember setting an alarm at 9 AM today to continue working, but even as you sat at your desk, you couldnât type a single sentence on your laptop. Everything felt muddled and it was as if you couldnât understand anything at all. Even the cups of coffee you drank in desperation was of no use keeping you alert; all it did was make you palpitate.
Then you gave up, went back to bed, and youâre here now. Checking the chat timestamps, you realize you havenât replied to Jaehyunâs messages in almost a week, which has never happened beforeâyou talk almost everyday, even multiple times a day. Jaehyunâs last message was at 3 PM, when he said heâd come over. One look at your screen shows you itâs already 3:20. If youâve memorized his schedule right, it takes your best friend thirty minutes to get to your dorm from his Fundamental Maths class. That means you have ten more minutes to get your shit together and clean your mess of a room.Â
But right when youâve mustered the energy to stand up, you hear a series of knocks on your door. That canât beâ â(Y/n), open up, I know youâre in there!â Jaehyunâs voice echoes from outside the door. âI asked your dormmate and she said you havenât left your room since yesterday, so thereâs no use pretending!â Shit, shit, shit! You immediately spring up and hastily fold your blankets and organize your desk, throwing away stray food wrappers and plastic cups. You open your blinds to let some air in, and the bright sunlight makes your head throb even more.Â
On your way to the door, you spot yourself in the mirror. Thereâs no other word for itâyou look like utter shit. Your eyebags are dark and prominent, your hair disheveled from tossing and turning in your sleep. You look horrendous, but Jaehyun is persistently knocking on your door, so you have no choice but to fix yourself up as fast as you can. You splash water on your face and smoothen down your hair and open the doorâthen thereâs Jaehyun in all his glory. Your heart clenches seeing him; he looks as handsome as always, his bangs fluffy and soft and his letterman jacket fashionably oversized. He looks nothing like you in your ratty T-shirt with coffee stains and pajama shorts. His hand is halfway raised, positioned to knock at your door (he could and would probably do it all day if he had to). Upon seeing you, he blurts out: âDid I do something?â
Instead of answering him, you open your door wider as an invitation, and Jaehyun takes the hint, stepping into your dorm. Once the door is shut, Jaehyun peers at your messy room and remarks, âWow. When was the last time you cleaned up? Youâre usually not like this.â
You know he didnât mean it like that, but his comment stings at you all the same. âSorry, Jaehyun,â you snap, ânot everyone can be at 200% energy all the time like you.â At his hurt expression, you backtrack. âSorry, that was really rude of me.â
âIt-Itâs fine,â Jaehyun replies confusedly. Then he looks straight at you, eyes pleading. Heâs picking at the stray thread hanging from his jacket, a habit youâve come to known is something he does when heâs nervous. âYou know what, I thought about it. For days, really, if I did anything that would make you mad and ignore me. But I couldnât come up with anything at all. I was really worried when you didnât reply to me for days on end, especially when we talk everyday. So if I did something, canâcan you just tell me? I just want us to be okay.â
Your throat closes up and your heart pounds even faster, making you feel dizzy. You have no idea how to answer him, when all heâs ever seen of you is the perfect student who does everything right, whoâs smart and good at what they do without any flaws or exceptions. How would he react if he saw you for who you really were?
The words canât form in your mouth, and out of frustration at yourself, you tear up. Jaehyun notices this, eyes widening in worry, â(y/n), baby, no, no,â and pulls you into his arms. Almost instantly, the tears cascade down your face and sobs wrack your body. You feel pathetic crying in your best friendâs arms, but Jaehyun just soothes a hand up and down your back as you break down. His other arm is wrapped around your shoulders, and it feels like your anchor when youâre drowning in all your troubles. âItâs okay, itâs okay,â he says in a hushed tone, âlet it all out.â You grip his jacket even tighter as you bury your face in his chest.Â
When was the last time youâve ever been hugged like this? The last time youâve ever been truly vulnerable to anyone without that mask of perfection you often don? The last time you felt safe just being yourself? You have no idea. All you know that is in the circle of Jaehyunâs arms, you want to be small and imperfect and yourself just this once.
After your cries die down, Jaehyun clears his throat. âIâm sorry,â he whispers. âI donât know what it is I did, but Iâm so sorry for hurting you.â
âItâs not you, Jaehyun,â your voice is muffled by both your sniffles and Jaehyunâs chest. You donât want Jaehyun to get the wrong idea that heâs hurt you in some way because of how broken he sounds thinking heâs done something to make you sad. âItâs just. Me.â
âYou? What do you mean?â Jaehyun leads you into your room from the doorway. Heâs holding your hand and doesnât let go even when you both settle at the edge of your bed. His palm is warm and his grip loose enough in case you want to let go; you donât. While you muster up the courage to speak, your best friend just sits there, waiting patiently. âItâs okay, whatever you say, Iâm not going anywhere.â You donât know that for sure, but him saying that makes you want to be truthful just this once, damn the consequences.
You take a deep breath, focusing on your intertwined fingers. Youâre too scared to look at his face because you donât want to see his reaction. âJaehyun, what kind of person do you think people see me as?â
âWellâŠâ He takes a moment to think about it. âSomeone smart, talented, and who gets stuff done?â
In turn, you let out an resigned exhale. âWell, thatâs the image I project. Of someone whoâs perfect⊠someone who does things effortlessly. People think it comes easy to me. But it doesnât. When people tell me that I didnât need much effort to get to where I am now, I feel undermined. When I express Iâm having a hard time, people brush it off and think Iâm just overreacting. Because they think Iâm perfect all the time. But honestlyâŠ? Thatâs the farthest thing from the truth."
Glancing up from your hands, you scan your roomâyour desk is a mess of papers and assignments that you have yet to get to. You canât tell when the last time you spent time being actually productive when what youâve been is fatigued out of your mind. When you try to sit at your desk and work, all you feel is difficulty concentrating and processing work and readings. Sleep has also proven to be elusiveâno matter how long you lie in bed, you never feel well-rested. Simple actions and decisions require so much energy from you that you undeniably lack. You also constantly compare yourself to others, whom things like these come natural to them. But youâve kept these feelings of yours secret for a long timeâyouâre utterly terrified that youâd be undermined for being useless and overly sensitive.  Â
â(Y/n)?â Jaehyun squeezes your hand, and you turn to meet his eyes. His eyes are sincere and kind. âI-I know I may not be the most empathic person, but I promise Iâll hear you out without judging you. I want to be here for you⊠and I hope youâll let me. Please?âÂ
At this, you spill everything youâve been feeling the past weeksâmonths, evenâto Jaehyun. You stumble over your words and your breath gets caught in your throat, but heâs there to pat your back and to encourage you to keep going. Without you knowing, tears make their way down your face once again, and Jaehyun uses his other hand to gently brush them away. âIt just gets so hard that I want to just. Give everything up. I donât know what the use of trying so hard is when I see how other people donât need this much effort to do even the most basic of tasks. Itâs just so⊠unfair.â
When youâre finished with your rant, you donât know what to expect from Jaehyunâbut youâre stunned to see him crying. Heâs sniffling and wiping at his eyes furiously. âWhyâŠâ You have no idea what heâs about to say, but you brace yourself for the worst. âWhy didnât you tell me any of this?â he whispers brokenly. âI didnât know you were having such a difficult time. I feel like such a shitty friend for not even noticing. Iâm sorry, (y/n).â Jaehyunâs eyes fill with tears and he starts âI⊠I thought we were best friends.â The best friends tell each other everything goes unsaid, but you know exactly what he meant.
âIâŠâ You feel awful now for making Jaehyun cry. âYouâre just. You just naturally have all this limitless energy. YouâreâŠâ Normal. Not like me. âI donât know how if you were going to take me seriously if I told you what I was going through⊠There were times Iâd see you, and Iâd be so disappointed in myself for not being like you. And I was so scared that if I did tell you, Iâd be letting you down.â
Jaehyunâs expression grows more miserable at this. âI-Iâm sorry, (y/n), I never meant to make you feel unheard. And I never meant for it to feel like you couldnât tell me about these things.âÂ
âIt-Itâs not your fault, Jaehyun,â you protest, but he shakes his head, obviously disappointed in himself.
âNo, (y/n), Iâm supposed to be your best friend. How stupid can I be if I canât notice when youâre having a hard time? I didnât even stop to ask how youâve been doing because you seemed to be doing fine. But I shouldâve known better. I shouldnât have taken things at face value. Iâm such an idiot,â Jaehyun berates himself. âIâm so, so sorry.âÂ
At his sincere apology, you canât help but admit it to yourselfâyou desperately needed Jaehyunâs support as your best friend, but you were too scared to ask for it. And honestly? You felt immensely lonely without his words and presence to comfort you.Â
â(Y/n), I hope you know that I see how hard you work. I know your sleepless nights and how much effort you put into every single thing you do. Despite everything youâre going through, youâre always trying to be better than the person you were yesterday, and itâs something I truly admire about you. But I hope you know itâs okay to be imperfect and flawed and to not be okay. I want to be here on your good and bad days. I just wish I couldâve been more vocal about this earlier⊠Iâve really taken you for granted, huh?â Jaehyun sighs wetly, taking your hand in both of his. Heâs still crying; you both are, actually. What a silly pair the two of you make.Â
âThank you for trusting me and sharing all of this. It literally means the world to me,â Jaehyun rambles. âI promise Iâll be a better friend to you, someone you feel safe opening up to about anything, whether that be your achievements or your struggles. And (y/n), if itâs not too much to ask⊠Could I ask you to be more honest with me in the future?â He stares at you imploringly. âI donât want you to think you have to go through all of this alone. I want to be here for you the same way youâve always been there for me⊠Okay?â
â....Okay. Okay, Iâll try,â you respond softly. âThank you, Jaehyun. I⊠Iâve never told anyone about this before. But thank you so much for just listening, and not judging, and accepting me for meâŠâ While you appreciate Jaehyunâs presence at this moment, a new wave of fatigue washes over you with all this emotional vulnerability and talking. âJaehyun⊠Iâm still feeling really tired, so I might go back to sleep. Sorry, I know you came all the way here to see me, but here I am being shit company,â you apologize regretfully.
âOh! Thatâs okay. Iâll see you tomorrow?â Jaehyun stands up from your bed to leave. When your fingers slip from each other, you feel an acute loss of warmthâboth in your hands and in your heart. He makes his way to the door, slipping on his shoes, and your heart sinks. Thereâs something you badly want to ask of Jaehyun, but youâre too much of a coward to tell him what you truly want. You donât want to be on your own right now, but youâd probably be asking too much of him. Accepting your fate, you settle in bed, attempting to take a nap so restless youâre sure will be of no help to your exhaustion.
However, Jaehyun himself stops in the doorway. He turns back around, a distraught look on his face. â(Y/n)... I donât want to assume, but are you sure you want to be alone right now?â he begins. âI mean, we just had this really heavy talk. Can⊠Can I keep you company? I promise Iâm great at cuddlesâthatâs what all my other friends say anyway when I annoy them with my hugs.â
When you nod, thatâs all it takes for Jaehyun to shuck off his shoes, strip his jacket, and climb into bed with you. With your ear against his steady heartbeat and his comforting arm around you, youâre asleep in no time. Itâs the best youâve ever slept in months.
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haiiiii
i was wonder if you could do a skz reaction when they tell their other members that you and him have sex?
like Han being so confused on how you and Changbin have seen each other naked.
(sorry if this is weird or not explained enough haha)
Heyyyyyy thank you for your request! Also, no need to apologized! I understood what you meant :) I also don't think it's weird. I wasn't sure if they had an established relationship or were just FWB type situation, so I made it FWB. I hope that's okay? I didn't necessarily mention this though, so you could also imagine you and skz are already dating? Up to you! Anyways, ily and thank you again! đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ Also !!! feel free to lmk if you meant something else!
GN! Reader X SKZ.
(Didn't specify a gender or body parts. I mentioned reader having a chest they didn't want to expose- honeys, everyone has a chest.)
MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!
Warnings: Smut(?), Suggestive if not smutty, swearing, nude mention, implied sexting, alcohol/ drinking mentions, hickey (giving/ receiving.), maybe implied aftercare???, some of the members are unrealistically bold. lmao.
Note: probably the longest reactions I've written so far lolololol. I hope y'all enjoy! Ofc another one for the road, MDNI!!!!! And also I would love feedback đ«¶đ„č No pressure, and if no one told y'all today, ilyyyyyyy :) Take care. I also used your example for Changbin's hehe.
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Chan
The sounds of your loud moans spilled out into the rest of the dorm. You were only being loud because you and Chan both thought the dorms were empty.
That was until Felix came back early to retrieve something he had forgotten. When you screamedâ from the pleasure, he stood there, wondering which of the other members were with you. That was when he heard Chanâs voice.
Later, Felix saw you and Chan talking casually and acting as if you two didnât just have sex in the dorm.
âSo, I came back earlier.â Felix spoke up, catching both of your attentions. Chan glanced from you to Felix. âYeah?â
âI heard you two.â Felix continued. You felt your cheeks heat up, knowing what he was talking about. Chan tried to think of something to say, but couldnât.
âWeâve been⊠you know⊠having sex. No big deal.â Chan explained, his cheeks red from confessing that. Felix scrunched his face, cringing.
âI know that now! Iâm just bringing it up because why did you choose the dorm? Did you think weâd be gone for that long?â Felix started to ask questions but then walked away, deciding he didnât want to know this much information regarding you and Chan.
Lee Know
Minho was in the bathroomâ somewhere he could really find privacy. He had his phone angled and snapped a photo of his erection, having gotten hard from sexting with you.
He sent the picture and waited for a response when suddenly, his heart dropped, reading the contact name.
âShit!â Minho cursed, immediately texting Jeongin to not open the chat. It was too late, and Jeongin found him in the bathroom, knocking on the locked door.
âWho was this meant for?!â Jeongin asked. Shock was evident in his tone and Minho felt his heart racing from the panic this caused.
âUhââ Minho was cut off by another knock.
âGet out so I can bleach my eyes!â Jeongin groaned. Minho rolled his eyes, pulling up his pants. When he opened the door, he was met with Jeongin, who held his phone opened on the chat.
âDonât ever send me anything like this again! Double check the contact names next timeââ
âItâs for y/n anyway.â Minho mumbled, walking quickly to his room. Jeongin watched, âwhat? Donât send y/n that eitherââ
âWeâve already slept together.â Minho scoffed, still embarrassed. âAnd you need to forget what you saw.â
Jeongin started to turn red in embarrassment now, hesitantly entering the bathroom.
Changbin
You, Changbin, and Jisung were playing a game together to pass time until the others got back.
âWhy is it so hot in here?â You briefly paused the game, taking off your hoodie as a piece of your shirt rode up with it. You felt your shirt leave your skin and quickly pulled down your shirt before it exposed your chest.
âSorry, didnât mean to almost flash you both!â You apologized, setting your hoodie down. Changbin chuckled, smirking.
âNothing I havenât already seen.â Changbin commented, not thinking first. You pinched the bridge of your nose and avoided Jisungâs confused expression.
âExcuse me?â Jisung asked, though he wasnât sure he wanted to know this bit of information.
After a moment of silence of exchanged glances between you and Changbin, Jisung spoke up again. âBecause thatâs not typical flirting.â
âWeâve been⊠you know.â You confessed. Jisung was still in a state of confusion but slowly came to the realization.
âI know youâve heard us before because someone, gets pretty loud.â Changbin teased you through the awkwardness of such a confession.
You reached over the small table and nudged his shoulder, almost knocking the pieces of the game over. âSeriously?!â
Jisung didnât say anything and stood up, leaving the room.
Hyunjin
You put on one of Hyunjinâs robes to cover your naked body as you were preparing to go to the dorms kitchen to get water for you and Hyunjin.
Hyunjin put on a robe as well but only to walk to the bathroom. âRemember, the others are asleep so please tip toe if you have to. I really donât want to hear anything from them right now.â
You grinned at Hyunjin, giving him a thumbs up, still glowing from the orgasm youâd just experienced.
You left his room and shut the door as quietly as you could before turning and immediately jumping out of your skin. When you saw Seungmin giving you an amused but confused look, your first instinct was to attempt to cover yourself, forgetting you were wearing Hyunjinâs robe.
âI knew it.â Seungmin smugly chuckled, shaking his head. You just stood there, debating on getting Hyunjin or explaining to Seungmin to not say a word.
âThe others owe me money now.â Seungmin turned, seemingly headed for the kitchen also. You were about to head back into Hyunjinâs room but found yourself confused at his statement.
âWait you made on a bet on whether or not we were havingââ
Hyunjin heard your voice and entered the hallway with you. âWoah! Whatâs going on?â Hyunjin cut you off, not understanding the situation.
He saw Seungmin, who shrugged.
âYour group made a bet on whether or not we were having sex.â You whispered. Hyunjin widened his eyes, his face turning a deep shade of red as Seungmin held back a laugh, entering the kitchen.
Han
âAlright! Water only for the rest of the night.â Changbin handed a clearly drunk Jisung a cup of water. Jisung accepted it, taking a sip as he tried to wash the taste of the alcohol down.
âFuck, Iâm going to regret this in the morningâŠâ Jisung groaned, already feeling the migraine coming on. The room spun and his words were slurred.
They were at an after party and the other members had gone off to enjoy what else the party had to offer. Changbin stayed near Jisung,
âHell yeah, youâre gonna regret this.â Changbin laughed. âBetter enjoy it while you can.â
Jisung rubbed his eyes, drinking more of the water. âWhereâs y/n?â
Changbin tilted his head, shrugging. âProbably home or with friends. Why?â
Jisung felt his pockets for his phone, forgetting he left it in the car to charge. âDo you think y/n will still want to have sex tonight?â
Jisung wasnât sober enough to realize what he just asked Changbin, who was taken aback. He looked around the room and then moved closer to Jisung.
âNot if youâre drunk.â Changbin spoke slowly. Jisung frowned, âtomorrow then.â
âUmâŠâ
Changbin had gotten a bit more information than he needed to know. Jisungâs eyes bulged, immediately shaking his head.
âAh! I shouldnât have said that! Please forget this in the morning!â Jisung immediately tried to make up for telling him your private business together.
But Changbin was sober enough to forget.
Felix
Felix smiled as he thought back to your encounter last night. The sounds you made, how you felt, tasted, everything.
He was too satisfied the next day to realize the others were giving him strange looks. That was until Chan pulled him aside with a concerned look.
âDid you burn yourself?â Chan asked, glancing down at his neck. Felix was confused now, wondering what he meant.
âNo? Do I have a burn?â Felix asked, gently feeling around his neck. His fingers touched one of the hickeys you left on his neck, the lingering soreness reminding him of how good you kissed, sucked, and nibbled on his neck.
He fought back a smirk, reminding himself of Chanâs concern.
âOhâ yeah. I was trying to straighten my hair.â Felix lied, obviously. He wasnât going to tell him the truth. Chan seemed to buy it, sighing.
âPlease ask me for help. I donât think the makeup artists will like having to use the makeup to cover up the burn.â Chan chuckled, patting Felixâ shoulder.
âYeah. Sorry.â Felix smiled, nodding. They glanced towards the front door, hearing a knock. Chan went to answer it as Felix watched to see if it were you or someone else.
You entered the dorms and almost immediately, Felixâ and Chan noticed the hickeys that littered your neck.
Felix felt his stomach drop as Chan had a look of realization, glancing at Felix with a knowing glare.
âSo you both burned yourselves on the same iron?â Chan crossed his arms. Felix sighed and you noticed the hickey on Felixâ neck before moving your hand to try and hide yours with the collar of your hoodie.
âFine⊠We, uh, did it last night.â Felix spoke quietly and tried to be discreet, not wanting to say âsexâ.
âJust say sex.â You sighed, moving to stand beside Felix. Chan raised his eyebrows at your boldness.
âWaitââ
You then dragged Felix into the bathroom and worked on covering the hickeys with makeup before the others saw.
Seungmin
Every time you were hanging around the guys or even mentioned, Seungmin would get shy and nervous, displaying signs that one would when having a crush on someone.
Other times when you were around, heâd be more open and mainly focused on you and anything you said or did, regardless of who was speaking.
Because of this, the other members caught on and began to tease him of his âlittleâ crush.
Seungmin knew this wasnât the case. You knew that wasnât the case.
Yeah, he was attracted to you. But it was more than just a crush and it began to annoy Seungmin with their relentless teasing.
âI just wish theyâd, I donât know, stop.â Seungmin vented to you. You took his hand in yours, hatching a plan.
âI have an idea, but only if youâre up for it.â
âAt this point? Anything.â Seungminâs eyes lit up. You nervously chuckled, âwe tell them.â
Seungminâs hopeful smile dropped, âand get teased more?â
âThey tease you because they think you have a crush on me. Would they still tease you for having sex with me?â You asked, thinking the plan through with him. Seungmin groaned.
Hyunjin walked in, instantly smiling. âAw, found the lovebirds.â
You looked at Seungmin, not wanting to go through with the plan without his consent. Seungmin stood up and pulled you up with him.
âDonât come in my room for the next hour.â
âHour?â You whispered, widening your eyes. Hyunjin was taken aback, realizing what Seungmin meant by this.
âIf you hear anything, donât interrupt.â Seungmin looked back at Hyunjin, matching his smile from before this info bomb was dropped on him.
Hyunjin didnât know what to do or say, surprised to say the least.
I.N
âAre you sure it didnât hurt?â Jeongin asked, knowing it was your first time having sex. You smiled at how attentive and caring he was being even after youâve reassured him multiple times.
âJeongin,â you kept your tone soft. âIâm sure it didnât hurt.â
Jeongin smiled in relief, âdo you want to do it again?â He asked, meeting your eyes. You chuckled, ânow?â
âNo, later or some other time.â Jeongin clarified. Despite how worried he was about hurting you accidentally, he enjoyed it and being with you and he knows you did too.
âSure. Yes.â You smiled. Jeongin felt more relief hearing that you wanted to have sex again.
You both turned to see Minho in the doorway after he had knocked on the door.
âYou both are gross.â Minho joked, although he wished he hadnât heard your conversation. Jeongin blinked, pointing towards the door.
âOut!â You couldnât help but giggle at the situation. Minho even let out a small laugh.
âYouâre⊠youâre just jealous because we were doing it.â Jeongin emphasized the word âitâ, feeling too awkward in that moment to say âsexâ.
âI donât care that youâre having sex with each other, just make sure to use protection,â Minho took a step out of the room and put his hand on the door knob.
âAnd lock the door, lower the noise, and wait until no one is in the dorms.â Minho grinned. You could tell it was forced because Minhoâs grin dropped a second later as he shut the door.
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Note 2: Seungmin in his villain era in Hyunjin's lololol & also, hickeys don't look like burns, I know this but a hot iron burn is a common excuse people use when someone else sees them. Also, I know I wrote these but some of the members need to mind their own *inhale* MOTHER FUCKING *exhale* business.
Note 3: I'm joking lmaoooooo. I need to sleep. Goodnight lovelies.
#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#skz imagines#stray kids reactions#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#skz scenarios#skz reactions#stray kids au#stray kids imagine
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I need all of the adults to actually take action of Steve's living conditions from the moment they realize that he has the shittiest parents ever.
After the first round with the upside down Joyce cannot comprehend when Steve tells her not to call his home since there will be no one there. His mom will certainly not take care of him, she barely even calls for important dates. He is always alone, so he will just drive home with all his injuries and make do. Steve quickly understands why neither of the Byers ever goes against her will. She checks all his injuries and makes him a makeshift bedroom in their living room until he is better. She will not take no for an answer. Steve stays for almost a month there and practically has to get a doctor's note saying he is fine now before she lets him go.
Hopper sits him down eventually and makes him explain his living situation. Steve goes in as little details as possible about it, trying to brush it off but Jim is not happy and surely not believing it. He starts building a case at the station if Steve ever needs their help and you know, prepare in case they somehow get worse. Steve will have all the evidence needed to ruin them with proof of child neglect and other much much worse.
Claudia Henderson immediately starts asking for his help as home as an excuse to have him at their place and feed him. "Steve sweetie? Can you come over and help me get the door unstuck? Can you help with the faucet? Do you think we need to repaint?" And then Steve is at their place more and more and coming back home with too much homemade food. He eventually shared it with the Munsons as he cannot eat all of that by himself before it goes bad. She also insists on teaching him how to cook and they eventually fall into a routine.
Wayne Munson immediately brings him under his wing after being Eddie's personal nurse. He asks him to come over to watch games, he calls him son knowing perfectly well the impact it has on Steve if the tears in his eyes are anything to go by. He teaches him how to maintain his car that he loves so much so he doesnt get taken advantage of for being a Harrington. He gets him his own mug to add to the collection and drinks his coffee in silence pretty much every morning with Wayne while Eddie is still snoozing in his room.
Karen Wheeler starts making 3 sets of lunches. She sends him his lunch with Mike, which kills Mike's soul every day. "First Nancy, then my mom and now Eddie? What is it with you Steve?"
Steve by S4 has a whole routine for his week. - Sundays cooking with the Hendersons. They cook together and Steve and Claudia exchange new recipes and try new ones every week. - Mondays are spent at his own place and Hopper comes by after the end of his shift and they just watch TV and chat about their day with a beer in their hands. - Tuesdays is family dinner at the Byers. Steve always brings desert (that he learned from Claudia) even tho Joyce tells him that only his presence is needed. They usually catch up while doing the dishes. - Wednesdays he has a late shift at Family Video with Robin but he always takes time to chat with her parents before they get on their way. - Thursdays is DnD night, so he brings the little gremlins home. Not without a quick chat with their mothers tho. - Fridays and Saturdays are usually nights spent with Eddie, and by proxy with Wayne as well. They have dinner and if Wayne is still up for it they watch a movie. Most of the time he is asleep halfway, but they dont mind. Wayne brings a homey feeling to the place, his soft snores a background noise to their night.
So then the Harrington's come back after everything and they throw Steve out of the house for being a disappointment and achieving nothing in life. They will not just let him live rent free while he wastes away being nobody in this dead town. He is nothing but a shame to their name.
Imagine their absolute surprise when see 4 adults basically fighting in their frontyard over who will adopt Steve. Claudia is begging Steve to choose her and that way him and Dustin can finally be actual brothers. He would have his own room and they could decorate it together and they would always be just a few meters away. Then Joyce is saying that she basically adopted him since 83 and he IS family already. Putting on paper would just be the last step to it. Hopper is saying that he has been taking care of him since the first "disaster" unlike his own parents. He doesnt insist much since they all live together with Joyce now, so she can do the fighting for him.
And then Steve turns to Wayne, waiting for his arguments to be his official son now, but Wayne just casually shrugs and looks at the others. Steve lets go of a small "oh", his heart breaking a little even tho there are literal adults fighting for him right now, he foolishly expected the same from him. and when Wayne notices this, he is very quick to correct him. "Steve, don't get this wrong son. I am not fighting with them because it would be unfair. They are trying their best to make you one of them, but I have an advantage. You will be a Munson sooner or later, no matter who adopts you. My boy will make an honest man out of you, I raised him right after all" and he squeezes his shoulder. Steve just stares at him, face bright red while his eyes begin to water.
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How would your ocs react to a partner whos very vocal and loud in bed, like every moment they can't go without spouting some type of praise. . . ask, totally not based on a chat im having - đ đ©
mmmhehehhe... < Đ I LIKE THIS QUESTION DEAR FISH ANON. okaaaayyy lessgooo.... also feel free to send me more questions like this one, it was fun to write for everyone <3 deity, naga, monster under the bed, kikimora, fallen god, mothman x reader. derzena x fem!reader, the rest is gender-neutral. there could be mistakes and im npt s orrty
gavriil. â the louder you are the better, honestly. gavriil here is a provider, he cares about your pleasure more than his own, so there's nothing more rewarding than to hear your voice break so deliciously. sex with him is a praising galore... loves receiving it too! he's very talkative and mostly breathes heavily or hums in amusement/delight. if you don't want to make noise on principle, that's a whole different story. will take it as a challenge. will fuck the noises out of you. breaking your indifferent facade until you're nothing but a drooling, whining mess always makes him so smug and proud.
xiaolong. â prefers it if you're at least somewhat vocal because he want to hear how good he makes you feel, so you being so unashamed is perfect for him. loves cutting off your never-ending stream of sweet words and whimpers by kissing you. will remind you to keep it down sometimes though, because "you don't want the whole inn to hear your pretty moans now, do you? they're reserved for my ears only, isn't that right, dear? mmhm, that's it". can't get enough of how lovely your voice sounds when you call out his name. will probably tease you about that later...
taisya\tasechka. â when he's balls deep inside of you, he would absolutely not care. he won't even hear you probably, driven blindly by his instincts and desires. that's why when you want him to stop or give you a second for whatever reason, you need to show it with your body language. give him a pat, a punch (he won't mind), a squeeze. he pays much more attention to how your body moves and shudders underneath him, how your breathing patterns change. values your physical participation more than anything else. this guy is also pretty loud himself, though his noises are not very... pleasant on the ears and sometimes his voice morphs in funny ways, giving that uncanny edge to his low whines and growls.
derzena. â she will be... a bit surprised. she didn't have many lovers, and most of them were pretty quiet and/or shy in her presence (no wonder, bc she has a very... intimidating stare). at first she will think she did something wrong, or, heavens forbid, hurt you. derzena is a very careful woman, mainly because she's very aware of her sizes and strength. but once you reassure her and tell her that you're just very vocal in bed, she'll except it and will move on. she'll learn to love it very quickly, silently relishing in your gasps and loud pleas. she might lose herself for a good while between your legs, eating you out for hours and pushing her thick, smooth tongue deeper into your pussy to see if she can make you even louder.
veniamin. â oh he is so mean. likes it when you're loud just because he gets to shut you up. a hand clasped tightly over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow, he doesn't care as long as you're keeping up the volume and writhing under him. when he's feeling gracious enough he'll let you ride him and babble all you want. until then, he'll keep calling you a desperate little thing, mocking the noises you make <Đ despite that, he also loves it when you talk back or insult him in return. it's the "missionary, so we can keep arguing" for him. smug fucker wants nothing more than to rile you up and then make you whine in disappointment by ruining your orgasm... for the fourth time in a row.
livy. â he hasn't had much experience with humans before, so he thinks it's perfectly normal for you to express yourself the way that you do. livy thinks it's very pretty actually, and won't stop you, because no one will hear you in the middle of the forest, where his cave resides. except for him, of course <Đ· lets out happy chirps and clicks in return, or hisses sweetly when your little hole squeezes him so tightly. will ask how you feel very frequently, seeking your approval. might get too excited and get a bit rough, fucking you into the ground, trying to stuff you full of his cock despite you being so much smaller in comparison to him.
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Hi! i wanted to request lando x fem!reader where dhe studies in the US and is dating lando and talks about him all the time but all of her friends thinks she is joking because she has no proof (she cant post anything yet because lando hasnt said anything abt a gf to the public). and y/n crys to lando because no matter how much convincing she does they think shes just messing with them. (she literally drives his spare mclaren and they still dont beleive her.) so lando decides to suprise her in class and then posts her on insta and all of her friends feel really bad
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lando norris x reader
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Y/N picks up her laptop and some pens with her notebook. Sheâs got another study date with her friends. She likes them, sure she does, but sometimes they get a little irritating.Â
For one, they donât believe that her boyfriend is THE Lando Norris. They think sheâs either got some unemployed schmuck who she is afraid to tell them about due to his poorness (the stuck up snobs) or they think sheâs got some old sugar daddy that she doesnât want them to meet because heâs so old.
So Y/N is taking less than ideal measures. Like today. Lando recently acquired a new McLaren from his work, some customised Spider that came out a couple of years ago. So now that he has his new car, he shipped his old one out to America, so Y/N would have something nice to drive around. His old McLaren GT, not necessarily old, it still cost about $210k, but not Landoâs current favourite, so Y/N could drive it around a bit.
And drive it, she would. Maybe this would finally convince her friends. Once and for all, that Lando Norris was interested in her and was dating her. She grabbed the keys off the table, double checked she had everything and then got into the car, driving the 10 minutes to the coffee shop.
Okay, maybe pulling up outside a coffee shop entirely inhabited by uni students in a custom McLaren wasnât the best idea, but it was the best one she had. She got out of the car, locking it and headed in, almost immediately spotting her friends.
âHello! Iâll just grab a coffee and then we can get to it!â She smiled at them, but she could see their faces
âHow about you get us all a coffee with your sugar daddy money, Y/N.â
Y/N put her head down and ordered a hot chocolate and a cookie before returning to the table.
âSo, howâs Lucas, Gabrielle?â
âOh come on, no one wants to hear about my boyfriend, Y/N, we all just want to hear about your sugar daddy.â
âAs Iâve told you before, I do not have a sugar daddy. I have Lando, who is my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy. And he is good, excited for the Las Vegas Grand Prix, and then excited to be coming home at the end of the season.â
âYeah right, just cause youâre sending nudes to some old guy, doesnât mean you canât tell your best friends⊠come on, cut the charade Y/N.â
âI-â YN could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she grabbed her stuff, and her hot chocolate before getting into the McLaren and driving off.Â
Thank god it was only a 5 minute drive, else Y/N may not have made it back due to the tears welling up in her eyes. Maybe if she had, she wouldâve seen the other McLaren in the driveway, but instead she walked into the house and locked herself in the bathroom, sitting down and beginning to cry.
Lando outside quickly froze. He honestly had no idea what to do. He was planning on surprising his girlfriend when she got home from her study date with her friends, but she arrived 2 minutes after he got home and had immediately walked into the bathroom without even saying hello. Leaning against the door, Lando could hear shaky breaths and sobs through the door, as he leaned his whole weight onto it, he quickly realised that she had not in fact locked the door, as he fell through it, landing on the cold tile floor.
The sobs stopped, as the hiccups continued. âL-lando, are you, okay? Wait, hang on, what are you doing here? Arenât you supposed to be in the factory in England?â The confusion in her voice was evident.
âYeah, well I had some spare time, and I decided to come over, and the door wasnât locked properly, but what happened? Why are you in here crying pretty girl?â
âItâs nothing, I promise, just me getting upset over nothing.â
âItâs clearly not nothing darling when youâre sitting here on the bathroom crying, huh?â
âJust⊠well, people donât think weâre dating. They think Iâm lying about it to try and cover for some 80 year old sugar daddy, and they think iâm being delusional.â
âWhy, why didnât you tell me?â
âDidnât want to worry youâŠâ
âYouâre my girlfriend, Y/N of course I worry about you. Letâs forget about your shitty friends, and letâs go get a takeout dinner and a movie.â
âLove Actually?â
âYes, if you want.â
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Y/N dashed into the classroom, running slightly late as she sat down, and pulled open her laptop. Cursing herself for oversleeping, and not having the time to grab a coffee on the way, she sat down and began to take notes.
Halfway through the lecture, Y/N heard the door at the back of the room open again. âWell at least Iâm not the last one.â She heard whispers and gasps and tried to focus on the lecture until she felt a presence standing next to her and looked up into her boyfriendâs brown eyes.
In his hands was a starbucks cup, a classic ice chocolate based on the label on the cup. Lando placed the cup on the table, before pressing a kiss to Y/Nâs head and half jogging out of the room to avoid the fangirls.
Y/N could feel the judgemental looks at the back of her head, but all she could do was smile.
Lando NorrisÂ
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Accidental Confessions
REQUEST: I FINALLY THOUGHT OF MY REQUEST May I request Azul, Jade and Riddle getting high because of mushrooms for some unknown reason and confessing to a gn reader bc their ability to stay composed just went completely out the window? It's more of a fluff/crack idea I came up with, sorry if it's not too clear @thehollowwriter
SUMMARY: When the usually cool and composed guys accidentally confess due to... Some interesting foods. WORD COUNT: 1.3k
WARNINGS: Mushrooms (need I say anything else), maybe OOC, Jade and Floyd and Azul shenanigans, they may act like they're under the influence of drugs (no actual drugs in the story though!!), these poor guys (please give them hugs), Ace is chaos A/N: Me, trying to make sure I get everything right: *types in Google* "what happens when you get high" on my school computer Don't do drugs guys :D (I would've said kids but I'm like 96% sure that most of the people reading my fics are in fact older than me) I love how I finished this a while ago and then was like "I'm gonna add a bit more to the end" and it was only like a paragraph- Azul is my favorite, you can see from how much I write for him </3 Also I love fluff and crack, I enjoy writing it the most! Feel free to send more requests like these <3
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Azul Ashengrotto
You know, Azul should have known better.
Jade always went out and got some mushrooms on his hikes, and he seemed pretty confident that he knew the different types of mushrooms.
But one single mistake - a mushroom similar enough to a perfectly fine edible one - and now he felt woozy.
Great.
It wasn't an unpleasant experience - he felt happy in that dreamy way, where you weren't able to comprehend much. But he knew this was bad.
What if he got addicted? That would ruin all his plans for his future. He needed to have a clear head.
He really should've been resting, but unfortunately, Floyd had ran off (most likely so he didn't have to be near the mushrooms). Due to that, Mostro Lounge needed an extra pair of hands.
So when he saw you, he immediately was on guard as much as he could be. Who knows what he could let slip when you were so close, and his thinking wasn't at its bestâŠ
He tried to avoid you, but unfortunately (again? Why were so many bad things happening to him today?) you sat at the table closest to him.
He had to go up to you and take your order. Your sweet smile almost made him melt, a soft flush on his cheeks as he just nodded quietly, jotting your order down.
You thought it was odd - Azul was usually the type to chat people up, try to get as much of a profit in as possible - but today was different. It made you a bit worried, honestly.
As you asked if he was all right, Azul's eyes widened.
His mind went blank, and the only words that left his lips were, "Sorry, you were just really cute, and I-" He froze as he realized the words he said, trying to backtrack, but he couldn't think right. "I mean, I just thought your smile was- you- I-" He shook his head slightly. "Forget it," he said, hands shaking slightly out of embarrassment as he turned and walked away.
As Jade had been watching and listening to the interaction, he quickly made your order before handing it to Azul (who had been hoping for some rest behind the counter before seeing you). Jade was saying something about how Azul really needed to be quicker with processing orders - Azul was pretty sure that Jade knew about his feelings toward the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm.
Azul sighed softly before trudging back to you, the food and drink you ordered held in a tray. "There you go."
As you inquired about what his previous words had been about, he saw the teasing glint in your eyes.
Did you know?
"It was nothing- I just like you a-" A slip of the tongue. Damn it. He hadn't meant to say that. He quickly backed away before almost sprinting to the VIP Room, his cheeks flushed a bright red. He almost ran into the doorframe though (which Jade may or may not have taken a picture of).
Bonus:
"I told you that Azul likes you a lot." Jade smiled, a small glint of his teeth showing. "Did you plan this?" "Jade might've given Azul an unusual mushroom~" That sing-songy voice had to be Floyd's. "I knew it." You rolled your eyes a little. "That was cute, though. Although your method might have been a little mean. Poor Azul." "You can go talk to him after you enjoy your meal." Jade smiled at you. "And Floyd, you haven't had anything to eat. Perhaps you would like one of the mushroom soups I've made?" "No- I've had enough of your mushrooms." A soft whine came out of the other tweel's lips. "But maybe Koebi-chan wants some?" "Thanks for the offer, but I probably should go to Azul as soon as possible." You laughed softly. "There's no telling what's happening to him right now, after all."
Jade Leech
Jade had a heavy mishap on his hands. He had gone a bit overboard with picking his mushrooms, and then Floyd had gone and messed with his careful labeling.
And then he didn't check the contents and labels thoroughly before he put them into a little snack for himself.
So now here he was, stumbling to Ramshackle Dorm for no reason in particular.
It was a wonder how he hadn't stumbled off the path, what with the hallucinations he was seeing.
He stumbled inside (luckily the door wasn't locked), quickly moving to your room.
At first you thought he was Floyd due to how off he was acting. But nope, that was definitely Jade.
"Jade?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at the male. "What are you doing here?"
"I love youuuuu." Well, that was a surprise.
Now you were really wondering if this wasn't Floyd. It sounded like something he would say.
As the tall male draped himself over you, you awkwardly tried to get both of you comfortable on the small chair. It was no use, however, as you toppled off of your chair and onto the ground.
You let out a soft huff, staring up at Jade who had fallen on top of you. How funâŠ
He seemed to have fallen asleep, relaxed on top of you. Well, at least he didn't seem to have gotten hurt.
You awkwardly patted his hair as you gave up trying to move. The floor was uncomfortable⊠But you could bear it, you didn't want to stop looking at Jade's sleeping face.
Riddle Rosehearts
Ace, the prankster he was, had put in an insane amount of sugar in some cookies he was making. He had then given the cookies to Riddle.
The unsuspecting Riddle had accepted the cookies, feeling a bit confused. Why was Ace making cookies� No matter.
He was starting to eat some of the cookies when you had been brought to the Heartslabyul dorm (totally not by force).
You were also confused, and for good reason. Ace was saying something about pranking his housewarden, but to be honest? What reason did he have for calling you here?
You were pretty sure it was just so Ace didn't get punished. He didn't want to keep getting in trouble, after all. Though, the rational thought would be to not prank Riddle at all⊠But oh well.
"Hey, Riddle," you said, feeling a bit uncertain. You smiled a little at the male.
"Oh- hi, kantokusei." The red-haired male blinked at you, looking confused.
"Yeah, so- Ace dragged me here? I don't really know why, but-"
He paused for a heartbeat before replying. "I don't know why he brought you here either." He sighed softly, shaking his head.
"WellâŠ" You shrugged awkwardly. "Are those cookies any good?" You gestured vaguely towards the plate in front of him.
"They're too sweet." Riddle frowned a little. "Ace has no delicacy in doing these things, he thinks more is always better."
You let out a soft laugh. "Sounds like him." Just as you reached for a cookie, his hand brushed past yours.
He froze, cheeks flushing adorably. All the sugar in his system was making his heart race and not be focused on what he was thinking.
Before he could even question it, he grabbed your hands. "âŠI like you a lot." he got out before freezing yet again, hands still holding yours. Why had he said that?
Little did either of you know, Ace was wheezing behind the closed door. He had put in a small little potion, nothing major, that caused a person to say what they felt to the person they liked. He had gotten it from Azul, and it clearly had worked.
The deal had been worth it to get blackmail on his housewarden. Now, if only he could somehow use this to get rid of Riddle as housewarden and all of his strict rules⊠That would be great. Maybe he could even actually win?
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