#and from what i’ve heard they fuck that up too

[chelseeebe]

guilty as sin

18+. mdni. smut, mentions of alcohol and drugs. harrington!reader x eddie;)

eddie shouldn’t even be entertaining his best friends sister, but when one thing leads to another.. he can’t help himself.

um hello! i hope you all had a good christmas and new year!!! i’m terribly sorry for not posting but christmas is always a crazy time and writing becomes the least of my worries.. but i’m back (hopefully)!!! got some steddie x reader brewing that i genuinely really like

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eddie fucking hates these parties. 

he hates the smug girls that only look at him when they want something. he hates the boys and their fake leather jackets. 

but he doesn’t hate coming out of said parties a couple hundred dollars richer. 

he skirted around the edges, taking their cash and leaving before things ever got too much. everyone had heard what happens at a billy hargrove party and eddie wasn’t keen on sticking around long enough to witness it. 

he lurks in the hall, a line of supercilious kids await his party favours, girls that would definitely fuck him for half a gram of his finest white powder. 

eddie wasn’t like that, he preferred a flush of president jackson’s in his pocket instead. 

he glances up at the empty hall and that’s when he spots a familiar skulking face. 

steve would kill you for ever stepping foot in this hellscape, eddie’s astounded you’d even try. 

billy didn’t like steve, or eddie really, for that matter. he just tolerated his presence for his assets. there’s no telling how he’d react to steve’s younger sister floating around his party. 

“what’re you doing here?” he steps over, deciding to take over the overprotective position for steve tonight. 

your eyes look guilty, and then narrow, as if to question his audacity to even ask. 

“i’m partying, what’re you doing here?”

“selling weed to schmucks like billy hargrove,” nodding towards the testosterone filled man, hovering around like he was something special, “you should go home.”

“you should fuck off,” scoffing at his efforts, as pitiful they were. “i’m not a kid anymore eddie,” taking an elongated sip from the red cup your grasped. 

“yeah i can see that,” glancing at your rather revealing outfit, letting his gaze slip to your cleavage just once. 

he wasn’t going to pretend you weren’t attractive, he’d made enough lewd, only half-joking comments about you to steve before. 

“you should get a life eddie,” snide and weirdly endearing, slipping past him to filter into the party, and away from his prying eyes.

-

he should go home. he’s made enough money for tonight, and this is all due to start getting weird any minute now. 

and yet, he just can’t, in good conscience leave you here. especially not after watching billy sneak his arm around your shoulder, his lips dangerously close to your soft cheek. 

eddie could’ve sworn he only looked away for a minute, dealing with some bonehead looking to short him, but it had all erupted in the millisecond he wasn’t watching you. 

“don’t fucking touch me!” a piercing shriek comes from behind him, alerting the entire party to the altercation. 

it’s you, billy trailing behind not long after. he’d say he’s never seen you so furious but that would be a lie, he had, many a times seen you like this. mostly when steve ate something you’d wanted or that time he’d told your dad about you sneaking out of your window. 

“oh c’mon,” billy squawks, tommy hagan peering out of the door like the loser he was, “i wasn’t even touching you, not yet anyway,” his smug grin taking over his face. 

“and you never will!” disgust rippling through your voice, arms crossed tight over your chest. 

“don’t be so frigid,” sneering his upper lip, “from what i’ve heard, it doesn’t seem to run in the family,” a wisecrack about steve’s community dick no doubt. 

“oh yeah, i’m sure you know all about my brother, freak.”

“yeah yeah, get the fuck out of here, dumb bitch,” storming back inside the house and past eddie who had carefully positioned himself just beside the doorway. 

eddie feels he has some moral duty to fulfil, traipsing outside after billy had pushed his way back past, “what’d i tell you?”

“oh great!” you exclaim, “not you too, didn’t i tell you to fuck off?”

he takes it on the chin, your words meant very little, after all he’d become accustomed to them having been caught in the crossfire of yours and steve’s arguments plenty of times. 

“c’mon,” practically ordering you around, “i’ll take you home,” walking backwards while beckoning for you to follow him to his van. 

you stare stern faced for a second, realising that eddie was your best bet to get back across town. 

“fine,” huffing as you oblige, glaring back at the roaring party one last time before slipping inside. 

it’s no doubt that someone will feed all of tonight’s happenings back to steve, especially where billy hargrove and his little sister were involved. 

“why’d you even go?” eddie starts when you’re on the road, deciding that you can’t jump out while he’s driving.  

“because i wanted to party, is that okay with you?” scooting as far away as possible, pressed against the door. 

“right.. sure,” deciding to no longer entertain the conversation. he wasn’t steve and he had no intention of ever becoming him either. 

the rest of the drive is mostly on silence, up until he reaches the end of your street; “do you wanna come in?”

he risks a glance over, your features settled and friendly once more. 

“what?”

steve was out, presumably all night, with christina, his new plaything. eddie had helped him pick out a shirt, only for his choice to go completely ignored. 

“do you want to come inside? it’s pretty simple,” staring back expectantly, like he was the one suddenly trying to form a friendship after you’d shunned him. 

“isn’t anyone home?”

“no, no one’s home, they’re never home,” pouting slightly. eddie knew all too well how often you and steve were left to fend for yourselves, they’d taken advantage of your empty house enough as teenagers. 

he hesitates for far too long, “-or don’t, i’m just being polite eddie,” getting out of his van in a huff. you were just like steve, a real child when things didn’t go your way. the signature harrington move, and it exhausted him no end. 

“jesus fucking christ,” he exclaims to the empty van, ambling up the long drive right beside you, “you can’t tell steve about any of this,” 

your eyes roll back, glaring into the cracked window, “as if.” 

ouch. 

he exhales, cruising into the empty parking space before hopping out. he has this rumbling gut feeling that something bad is about to happen and yet, he can’t help but follow you into the house. 

flicking the light on to illuminate the sad, lonely building, heading straight for upstairs. you had invited him to just leave him here, questioning his life choices. 

“help yourself, i know you know where everything is,” striding up the stairs to your bedroom, reminding him of many nights he and steve helped themselves to your dad’s whiskey, throwing the empty bottles over the fence in a bid to hide the evidence. 

what else do you know about? you and steve were close but surely not that close. but he knows his friend and he knows how much of a gossip he is. 

you probably knew everything, how he fumbled chrissy and have been sorely single ever since, how his band are taking time apart to figure things out, steve was just the type of guy to tell you it all. 

eddie does help himself, getting two glasses from the shelf and whatever bottle he reckons your dad won’t miss too much before walking over to the gigantic, and honestly, uncomfortable couch. 

this felt wrong, like he was doing something naughty and deceitful. maybe he was, come to think of it. steve wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to walk into whatever this is, he’s sure. 

you reemerge, changing from your revealing outfit into some equally as revealing pajamas. huh. 

he can’t figure you out. maybe you were just tricking him, a stupid joke steve had put you up to. 

“how much did you make?” coming to sit on the far side of the couch, grabbing the other glass he’d carefully poured. 

eddie buffers, debating whether telling you was the right or worst thing he could do. he supposes you’ve got enough money, so you wouldn’t want that. steve too. 

“couple hundred,” shrugging nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t some of the best he’s had in months, “trick is to always undersell them,” tapping his temple, “they’re too stupid to tell the difference.” 

“so, what you’re trying to say is that you’re a scam artist?” sipping haughtily on the bitter whiskey, crossing your leg in some sort of power play. 

“no- no, i mean, it’s billy-,” stopping only when you reach over and place your hand on his arm. 

“i’m joking eddie.” 

his eyes fall to your hand, he can’t recall if you’ve ever touched him before. why does it feel like that? like he wants your hand to shift further over and grab his thigh instead. 

“yeah, i know that,” opting to clear his throat instead of letting his thoughts tumble out of his mouth. 

“good,” smiling with the corner of your mouth, giving his arm a squeeze for good measure. 

“so.. what were you doing with billy anyway?” tipping his head back to allow the rest of the liquor to slip easily down his throat, “didn’t think you were into guys like that?” 

keep it fucking cool eddie. 

jesus christ. 

he’s trying, and subsequently failing, to keep his head straight. 

you’re unrelenting, keeping your eyes trained on his and the your fingers wrapped around the glass. 

cruel. 

inexplicably cruel. 

“billy’s not really my type,” sliding your finger around the rim of your glass, “i like them to be friends with my brother at least,” shrugging, completely smug behind your glass. 

eddie’s eyebrows knit together, he thinks he’s picking up what you’re putting down but he can’t be sure. 

you look up from your half-drunk whisky, eyes low and hooded, charged with a little something that definitely shouldn’t be there right now. 

“oh,” his lips curating the perfect ‘o’. 

this was a cruel prank, a master plan you’d thought up from the minute you’d seen him earlier. 

exhaling softly when he doesn’t immediately make a move, back to the petulant child act he despised so much.

the couch dips, eddie’s eyes watch your legs march past him, displeased that he hadn’t leapt at the chance to ruin his friendship.

“are you gonna come with me or are you just gonna sit there all night?” poised on the bottom step, knowing full well that you’d already won. 

eddie looks up, hoping for some guidance from whoever it was that resided up there, only to be met with the stark white ceiling. it’s grounding almost, only almost, because he swears he can make out the faintest yes in the cascading shadows. if there were ever a sign from above, this must be it. 

ah fuck. 

his feet make the decision for him, climbing up the staircase with far too much enthusiasm. this was a bad, horrendously stupid decision. 

he knows which room is yours, the door ajar, inviting him in, tempting him to waters he definitely shouldn’t even ponder treading in. 

eddie takes a moment to really consider whether this was the right choice, whether being balls deep in steve’s younger sister was truly worth the shit that would inevitably follow. 

yes, yes it was. 

he pushes the door open, you stand on the other side, no longer fully clothed, your silhouette projected onto the wall behind. there’s an attempt to move forward but his knees fail him, turning to jelly at the sight of you. 

“jesus christ,” exhaling deep into his palm, flashing images of steve’s fist pummelling into his face flash before his eyes, only for a brief second. not long enough to have any consequence on what he’s about to do. 

“stop staring and do something.”

he takes his time, stepping closer and closer until he’s about to touch you, a force or maybe his own self-doubt stopping him in his tracks. 

“am i gonna regret this?”

“probably,” nodding innocently. 

eddie nudges his forehead against yours, letting a sigh slip past his lips. this would go one of two ways; steve would never find out and you’d all live in blissful ignorance for the rest of your lives or, steve would find out and he’d bury eddie in the woods behind your house. 

fuck it. 

eddie’s prepared to take that risk, barrelling forward to connect your lips, almost knocking you off of your feet. 

your arms interlock around his neck almost immediately, closing the distance between your bodies as you press against his torso. stumbling over one another’s feet to get to the bed, a rushed, hungry ordeal. 

because now he’s done it, now he’s done the one thing he should’ve never have done, he’s raring to go. hard as fuck with a guilty conscience which feels anything but right. 

you’re sprawled back onto the mattress, pulling him down over your body before he can even think to pull away. 

you’re intoxicating, moving carefully against him, every next move more calculated than the last. like when your lips move from his to graze against his ear, sucking and nibbling your way down the length of his neck. it’s masterful, and slightly evil. 

god fucking damn it. 

he’s not supposed to like this. he’s not supposed to think about this for the rest of his pathetic little life but he knows he will be, certain he’ll be craving this forever. 

your fingers work at the button on his jeans, grazing purposefully over his erection, drawing obscenities from his gasping lips. 

his jeans are off and onto the floor alongside your panties in a hasty rush, the feel of your pillowy thighs slide over his ribcage, allowing him in closer, much closer. 

“steve’s definitely not coming back tonight, right?” just needing to make sure one last time. even if you said yes, he’s not sure he’s be able to pull himself away at this point. 

“can you stop talking about my brother while you’re about to fuck me?” 

immediately understood. pressing another fiery kiss to your wetted lips, to both shut you and himself up. 

you sigh into his mouth, intertwining your hands at the nape of his neck, thighs hugging his waist as your head lols back against the pillow. 

eddie slides his hand from your waist to your hip, he wants to say it feels unnatural and weird but it really doesn’t. it feels as if his calloused fingers were made to hold you against the mattress, like his lips slotted perfectly against yours. 

you shudder when he places his tip at your glistening entrance, keening your hips to ensure he really couldn’t go back. 

“jesusfuckingchrist,” heaving all of his words out in one as slides inside, fingernails using your skin as leverage, keeping him on this earth. 

“ohh.. wow,” you breathe, pulling on the roots of his wild hair, your thighs squeezing him in closer. 

if this was so wrong, why did it feel so good?

he’s not exactly the playboy your brother is but he’s got some idea about how otherworldly this felt. 

the gentle slap of his balls against your soaked cunt feel criminal to hear in this room, a whirlwind of gasps and mutterings of expletives fill his ears. 

your hair frames your face like some sort of halo, though you were the furthest thing from an angel. your gaze keeping him in this realm, heavy though your eyes flutter with every thrust, every nudge of his cock against your cervix. 

“fuck- sl-slower eddie,” panting softly into his ear, delicate fingers tracing his scalp. 

his strokes grow weary, slowing down as you ask, though much too close to climax to really notice. 

leaving behind fingerprint shaped bruises on your hip from his ironclad grip, cock stretching your pretty cunt. eddie can’t decide between looking at your face or the space between you, enamoured by the slight buck of your hips, the ways your lips mime unintelligible babble. 

“l-like this?” he asks, flickering back to your face. your nod of approval was all he needed to keep going, placing a hasty, messy kiss to the side of your mouth, making out with your puffy bottom lip as you whine against him. 

“feel so good.. shit- ’m gonna cum sweet girl,” stumbling through his words, a mess of bleary eyes and nonsensical thoughts. 

your mewls grow louder, echoing around the empty house, no long meeting his gaze, too overwhelmed with your own climax to care. 

“whe- where?” losing his train of thought as you come undone around him, husky growls that deaden his pathetic pleas. 

you don’t respond with words, only shaking your head to indicate anywhere but inside. having sex with you was one thing, getting you pregnant would be an entirely different feat. 

eddie pulls out, thankfully, painting your heaving stomach with his release, only to collapse in a heap beside you. the weight of what he had just done had not yet hit him but knows it’s about to. 

your breathing slows, turning your head in his direction, without a single word spoken you sit up, leaving him to recover. 

“sh-should i go?” eddie proceeds with caution, this was already too far, he didn’t want to overstep and assume you’d like to spend the night with him too. 

“no eddie, you should sleep here,” you sigh, swinging your legs from the bed, “steve won’t be back before i’m awake,” padding over to the door, flashing him a smile before disappearing. 

he lays there, staring at the shadows on the ceiling, making shapes out of the illumination of your fairy lights. he can’t get over the stark contrast between your room and steve’s, and how damn clean your bed smelt. 

you come back, smelling vaguely of mint as you slip back under the covers, twisting your body to face him. 

“i can trust you, can’t i?” lashes cascading over your cheeks with every blink. 

eddie can only nod, held captive by your glossy gaze and slight pout, a puppet really. he wouldn’t tell steve, not ever. 

he falls asleep with one hand on your hip, tracing vague patterns onto the skin, dreaming of a future where this wouldn’t ultimately get him killed, one where he could have this, have you whenever he wanted.

-

eddie wakes to an empty bed, surrounded by decorative cushions and stuffies. he’d only ever seen the inside of your room a handful of times and now he’d slept here.

he’s terrified to get up, too afraid he’ll bump into steve in the hallway and have to awkwardly explain why he’s coming out of your room. or why he’s even here at all, come to think of it. 

it’s a slow, groaning descent out of bed and down to the kitchen where he thinks he can hear you tinkering around, getting redressed in the process, petrified that it was steve or even your dad instead. 

he peaks around the corner, holding his breath just in case, only to find you at the island, coffee and toast laid out in front. 

“oh.. steve’s still not back?” proceeding with great caution. you’d cleared the glasses from the table and replaced the whiskey, making sure there were no signs of any foul play. 

“nope,” looking from your book, same glint in your eye, “you can relax.. you stayed in the guest room, you were too fucked up to drive and i said you could crash here… remember?” 

eddie nods instinctively, he’d do anything you asked, he fears. 

as if on cue, the front door swings open and you share one last glance before steve inevitably steam rolls into the kitchen and demands to know why eddie’s van is parked in his drive. 

your brother looks.. disheveled, peaking around into the kitchen with the same shirt he had worn last night and his jacket over his shoulder. 

“now what the fuck are you doing here?” immediately pointing fingers, walking into the kitchen with the air of a man who had just gotten laid. 

and well, he wasn’t the only one with a bounce in his step this morning. 

eddie seizes up, staring at steve with widened eyes. he’d fallen at the first, measly hurdle. 

“-i said he could stay,” you interject, saving the day, “he showed up thinking you’d be back, way way too fucked up to drive,” rolling your eyes, the final nail in the coffin to really sell this shit. 

a professional.

touché. 

“oh,” steve nods, still floating on his high to pay too much attention, “what’ve i told you about smoking on your own supply?” clapping his hand on eddie’s shoulder, jolting him out of his frozen state. 

eddie chuckles along, he could keep up with this lie easily, it wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence for him. 

“where were you last night anyway?” expertly changing the subject, using a snide sip of coffee to hide your smirk. 

“if you must know,” clicking his tongue against the backs of his teeth, “i was with christina,” a twinkle in his eye and a tone that only came after getting his dick wet. 

eddie’d sure he’d be the same if he could even muster the courage to speak, too terrified of the truth to even dare usher a word. 

“you stay in my room?” nudging eddie’s elbow, “don’t tell me i gotta change my sheets too,” much too jokey to have any inclination of the truth. 

“i set him up in the guest room, no fucking way would i step foot in your room,” snarling your upper lip, putting on a real performance. 

“wow,” steve remarks, taking the other slice of toast from your plate to immediately shove into his mouth, “you did all that for eddie?” spraying his crumbs over the counter. 

“yeah, i take care of him steve, don’t worry,” and you do, or did. because it can never happen again, there was no way he’d allow himself to commit such sins again. 

[janeyseymour]

Second Chances

Summary: Melissa isn't so sure about you- until you convince her to give you a second chance.

WC: ~2.35k

“Just try it!” Jacob Hill is currently pestering Melissa Schemmenti. “You never know what you might find on there.”

“If I say I’ll give it a shot, will you leave me the hell alone?” the redhead rolls her eyes from the other side of the couch.

“Yes!” the social studies teacher exclaims. “All of the men and women that you bring here for a one night stand always end up eating my cereal…” he mumbles.

“Fine. But if I have to do this, then you have to help me set it up.”

“Gladly.”

So that’s how the two unconventional roommates end up spending that Thursday night- setting up a dating profile for Melissa on Hinge.

“You can’t say that!” Jacob cuts in when the second grade teacher wants to write ‘Fuck the Cowboys’.

“I am not using that picture,” Melissa refuses when the man wants her to put a picture of herself in a rather provocative position. “I have standards, Hill.”

“Do you really think that’s the best thing to say?” Jacob can be heard asking at yet another questionable response to one of the prompts.

But finally, a relatively agreed on account is made. And then the daunting task of swiping left and right is upon the two of them. They seem to agree on what is suitable for the bachelorette and what isn’t- for the most part.

“You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Melissa mumbles at one point.

Jacob’s brows lift. “What? What’s wrong?”

“That’s my ex-husband,” the redhead mumbles. “Dumb ass.”

The social studies man thumbs through the profile. “Seriously, Mel Mel? You could’ve done so much better.”

“And that’s why we divorced.”

Eventually though, there are a few solid contenders. And you just so happen to be one of them.

On the other side of the screen, you come across Melissa’s profile. And wow- she’s- she’s gorgeous. You end up sending her a rose in hopes of your chances of her seeing you growing.

And she does see you. You can see that she ends up swiping right on you, and you take it upon yourself to attempt to start the conversation. You look through her account and see that one of her prompts leads her to admit that although she owns a guitar, she doesn’t really know how to play it. So, going off of that one little bit, you strike up conversation.

What if I told you that I’d teach you guitar? I’ve been playing for a while now.

“Jake,” Melissa sighs once he’s moved back to his spot.

“What? Did you get a match?”

“I got more than a match,” the redhead grins. “You know I still got it- Philly 11 and all. But… that one girl that we both agreed was beautiful swiped right and messaged.”

“What?!” the man gasps in his own trademarked way. “Well? What did she say?!”

The second grade teacher tosses her phone towards the social studies teacher. He just barely manages to catch it with a smile. And when he see the message, he begins to type.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Melissa’s eyes widen. “You gotta tell me what you’re typing before you se-” She hears the sent ringtone. “Jacob.”

“My finger slipped?” the man grins innocently as he tosses back the phone.

Green eyes look at the message, and Melissa has to admit that it isn’t nearly as bad as she was expecting. And with his witty remark, conversation between the two of you flows nicely.

It even carries into the next day, and then the day after that.

So, we’ve been talking for a few days now, you type out during your lunch break at work. And I usually suck at replying on this app.

Well, you’ve been doing a pretty good job with me, Melissa responds.

I’ve found that you’re the exception, you reply wittily. If you’d like, I can give you my number. But if you’re not ready for that, I respect it and can wait until I get to take you out to dinner to get your number.

Well, when and where are we going to dinner?

By the end of your lunch (and apparently her lunch period too, as you’ve learned she’s a teacher), you have a date planned for tomorrow for a happy hour.

I’m here, you text. Got us a table by the windows.

Just parked, Melissa tells you. Be there in a minute.

You clock her as soon as she comes into the restaurant. And she’s even more stunning in person than she was in the pictures. You didn’t think that was going to be possible.

“You made it,” you reply cheekily.

“You knew I was coming,” the redhead rolls those striking green eyes of her. It’s in this moment that you realize how sparkly her eyes are- how they’re filled with so many feelings, the golden speckles in her eyes appearing to shine brighter. Then she smiles brightly at you, and- wow. That smile could stop the world if it wanted to with the amount of charm it has to it.

The two of you end up talking for hours. She’s hilarious, and smart, and witty, and everything you could ever want in a partner. Not only is she absolutely beautiful, she has the brains to back it all up. And you let her know that.

“Well,” you chuckle as you’re getting ready to leave for the night. “I don’t know about you, but I had a really nice time tonight.”

“Same,” Melissa smiles at you.

“And if you would be up for it, I’d really like to see you again.”

When you think she’s about to agree with you, her lips quirk to the side a bit awkwardly. “I’m going to be upfront with you hun. I… I don’t know if I see this going anywhere romantically.”

“Oh.” You aren’t quite sure what to say.

“Don’t get me wrong hun. You’re great, and I really did have a nice time with you tonight. I just… I think I see you as more of a friend right now than a romantic partner.”

You take in a deep breath. You know you have to shoot your shot. “I respect that, but… hear me out?”

“Shoot.”

“I- I don’t make a lot of connections with people. And I think you’re… you’re really cool. You’re really pretty, and you have the brains to back it up. I haven’t met anyone like you in- in a really long time. So, give me one more chance- for you to realize that I’m the best date that you’re going to get off of Hinge,” you joke.

Green eyes look into your own. She holds her hands up. “Alright, you sold me on one more date.”

“Well, do you think I could get your number now? Or do I have to keep messaging you on Hinge?”

A perfectly manicured hand reaches for your phone and dials her number.

“Perfect,” you chuckle as you help her into her jacket and guide her out the door. “Where are you parked?”

“Down that way.” She points in the opposite direction of your car. “You?”

“Other side,” you laugh. “But I can walk you to your car if you want?”

Melissa shakes her head though. “I got it. Thanks though, hun.”

“Alright, Miss Independent,” you quip with a smirk. “Get home safe?”

“You do the same.”

And with that, the two of you part ways.

As you pull into your driveway, you text Melissa. Hey, I really did have a nice time tonight. That being said, if you really don’t want to go out a second time and were just saying okay to get me off your back, we don’t have to. I respect your decision.

No, I am a woman of my word, is the response you get back. I’ll give you one more chance- because I had a nice time tonight too.

Okay, you type. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling pressured.

Trust me. If I didn’t want to go out with you again, I would’ve shot you down.

“So?” Jacob is eagerly waiting at the door to hear all about how her date with you went. “You were out with her for a while! That’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah,” Melissa smiles. “She’s cool. I don’t know if I really seeing it going anywhere more than friends, but… she’s cool. And hot as hell.”

“Well, is there going to be a second date?” the social studies teacher prompts.

The woman laughs. “She practically begged for one.”

“And you said?” Jacob singsongs.

“I said I’d give it one more chance.”

You end up getting to see the redhead that you’ve been talking to about a week later. Meeting at the same restaurant makes you chuckle, but it’s nice. It’s a place that both of you are comfortable.

The date ends up being just as long as your first. And as things are winding down, you can’t stop yourself from asking the question that you’ve been wanting to ask since hour two. 

“So, do you still see me as ‘just a friend’, or have I convinced you?” you tease with a warm smile.

“Honestly?” Melissa sighs out, and you feel like you know where this is going. “I don’t know how you did it, but you convinced me.”

You have to stop your jaw from dropping. “Really?”

“Really,” the redhead chuckles. “Why? Does that surprise you?”

“It does,” you admit.

“I’ll be really honest, I wasn’t expecting to still be here. I expected to be here an hour at most before letting you down easily, but… I don’t know. There’s something about you, and I can’t quite place it, but: yes, you changed my mind.”

“I mean, hey… I’ll take what I can get,” you giggle.

The redhead rolls her eyes playfully as she smirks at you. “Yeah, you do that. Don’t let it get to your head.”

The two of you leave the restaurant, and this time she actually allows you to walk her back to her car.

When you go to walk away though, that low, gruff voice that you’ve become almost infatuated with calls back for you. You turn sharply.

“Did you seriously park on the other side of the strip?”

You shrug.

“Come here,” Melissa tells you. “Dumb ass.”

You jog your way back to her car.

“Get in.”

“What?”

“I’m not letting you walk three blocks in this freezing cold weather,” the redhead tells you. “So get in.”

You listen to her order- of course you do.You would be foolish not too. And besides, her ordering you around like this? It’s hot.

You direct her to your car, and before you can climb out you turn to face her. “Thank you.”

“Whatever,” the teacher chuckles. “Maybe next time just park where you know I always park.”

“Noted,” you smile. And then in a bold move, you ask, “Can I- Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

Instead of answering your question, the redhead pulls you in herself. And… wow. When the two of you pull away, you can’t help the smile that washes over your face. You pull her in for yet another kiss, and it quickly turns into something a little more. Her hands begin to wander your body, and when you feel her fingers begin to play with the hem of your jeans, you know you have to put a stop to this.

“Mel,” you husk out as you pull away. “Mel.”

“What?”

“Not that I’m not enjoying this, but… I don’t want to be someone that you just hook up with on the second date,” you whisper.

Her hands retract themselves from your body immediately.

“I- I actually like and respect you,” you tell her. “I don’t want to- I mean, I do want to… but… uh…”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Melissa chuckles. “I- I guess I just thought this was what you wanted, and I- I’m used to being used for my body.”

“No, no, no,” you rush out quickly. “I am not using you for your body. I meant what I said when I told you that yes, you’re beautiful, but you also have the brains to back it up, and I- I really like that.”

“I appreciate that,” the redhead tells you quietly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you give her a sad smile back. “I’m sorry that you feel that people only use you for your body, but I promise you- that’s not me.”

“I believe you.”

“Good,” you reply shortly. “On that note-” you lean in and give her another quick kiss as you reach for the door. “Let me know when you get home? And when we can maybe see each other again?”

“I think I’d like that,” Melissa smiles. 

“You’re home late,” Jacob quips as he sits in the living room. “I thought you said you weren’t planning on staying out late with Y/N.”

“Well, plans change, Jacob,” the redhead mutters.

“So… you changed your mind about her?”

The second grade teacher smiles at the thought of what had taken place in her car about ten minutes ago. “Yeah.”

Melissa pulls out her phone to text you. Home. Thank you again for dinner tonight.

My pleasure, you reply. Glad you got home safe. Let me know when you can squeeze me into your schedule so I can see you again.

Will do.

“What’s got you smiling?” the history teacher inquires.

Green eyes go to glare at her roommate. “Nothin’. Just letting Y/N know I got back safely.” And when the man starts to ask another question, Melissa cuts him off. “No more questions. Goodnight.”

As the redhead prepares herself for bed that night, she can’t help but giggle with glee at how well the second date had went. She went from not being so sure about you, to almost being enamored with you and your charm and wit.

She sends one final text of the night. Without seeming too eager, I’m free next Tuesday.

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[mviswidow]

in the cards

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: slight suggestiveness

Summary: After going on dates for a month and a half, Nat finds out that R has a daughter.

Prompt: r and natasha are starting to see each other r let’s natasha into her life and natasha finds out r has a young daughter. natasha pushes r away bc she’s afraid of how she may fuck up the kid if she gets too close or smth

A/N: this req is from a while ago. and i j found it in my drafts i didn’t include the nat pushing r away part sorry about that

“It’s still early,” You murmured against Natasha’s lips, a hint of something more in your voice. When you pulled away to look at her, a smirk grew on her face as she raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you want to come inside?” You asked, looking up at her through your lashes. Her smirk turned into a smile and she nodded before kissing you again.

Natasha promptly locked her car that the two of you were standing outside of and followed you into the lobby of your apartment building. Your hand reached for hers and you pulled her up the stairs to your apartment. 

As you found your key and started to unlock the door, Natasha began pressing gentle kisses to your neck, making you blush. Once the lock clicked to disengage, your hand dropped and you turned to face her. 

The crease in your brows made Natasha insecure when you looked at her intently, seeming to be making a decision. The two of you had been going on dates consistently for just about a month and a half and you’d already been inside her home. Anxiety grew in her chest when you seemed hesitant to let her inside of yours.

“There’s something I haven’t told you about me and I’m worried you won't like it,” You swallowed, nervously biting your bottom lip.

Hearing this alleviated some of Natasha’s concerns. Her hands found their way to your waist and a reassuring look spread across her features, “Well, I like everything I do know about you, so I wouldn’t worry too much. What is it?”

You pressed your lips together and took a breath, tilting your head up to avoid her gaze for a moment before you began speaking, “I have a daughter.”

Natasha’s mouth fell open and closed as she blinked several times, trying to process the new information. 

“I didn’t really know how to tell you when we first started going out and then I felt like I waited too long to tell you,” You ran your fingers through your hair as you spoke. “I don’t even know how you feel about kids so I had no idea if this would be a dealbreaker and I got more nervous for you to find out the longer I waited because I really like you.”

Natasha heard the uneasiness in your voice and shook her head, “It’s not a dealbreaker for me. I do wish you’d told me a little earlier, but I understand why you didn’t.”

You nodded and sighed in relief, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” She tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek. “I still like you.”

“Good,” You chuckled in response before concern flooded your features once more. “Do you still want to come inside? She’s probably still awake and I know I’ve just sprung this on you, so if you want to meet her another time I completely understand.”

Natasha seemed to contemplate her options for a couple of seconds before nodding, “I’ll come in.”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to her lips, “Perfect.”

Finally, you opened up the door to your apartment to see your daughter playing Barbies with her babysitter in the living room. 

“Mama!” Your toddler exclaimed, running as fast as her small legs could carry her before jumping into your arms. You held her on your hip and peppered her face with kisses. Bubbly laughter erupted from your daughter.

“Hi, baby,” You grinned. “You have fun with Bailey?”

“Yes!”

She went on to tell you about the events of her afternoon as her babysitter collected her things before saying goodbye to your daughter.

Natasha lingered near the door and watched you silently. The way your smile met your eyes every time your baby spoke told her all that she needed to know. You looked beautiful.

Once the babysitter had left, you turned and made your way toward Natasha, “This is Natasha, honey. Nat, this is Daisy.”

“Hi Daisy, it’s nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Natasha smiled at the young girl in your arms.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied quietly. She tended to get a little shy when meeting new people for the first time, but you knew she would warm up to Natasha in no time.

“Are you dating my Mommy?” 

Your face turned as red as it possibly could as Natasha chuckled, a light blush visible on her cheeks. 

“I am,” she responded. “And I promise I’m being good to her.”

Daisy smiled at that, seeming satisfied for the moment as she leaned her head on your chest.

“You sleepy, Dais’?” You questioned, kissing the top of her head.

She nodded, and you hummed, “Alright, baby, let’s get you to bed. Say goodnight to Natasha.”

“Night, ‘Tasha,” Daisy mumbled.

“Goodnight, Daisy.”

“I’ll be back in a couple of minutes,” You said, looking over your shoulder to Natasha.

Natasha took the liberty to look around at the photos in your living room and kitchen while you were gone. Most of the photos were of you and Daisy. There were a couple of a dog she assumed you’d owned at some point in time. You had a grin on your face in every photo. It warmed her heart to see.

She picked up a photo resting on the coffee table of you and Daisy as she sat back on the couch. Daisy was sitting in your lap, her hair in small pigtails as she attempted to blow out her 2nd birthday candle. The resemblance between the two of you was uncanny. 

Natasha set the photo back down as she heard you singing a lullaby and couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face.

A couple of minutes later, you closed the door to your daughter’s room as quietly as you could and reentered the living room to find Natasha seated on the couch. 

Upon seeing you, a smile reappeared on Natasha’s face. “Hey, you,” she murmured.

The corners of your lips curled upwards as you made your way over to her, “Hi.”

The redhead pulled your legs across her lap when you sat beside her and put her arm on top of the couch cushion, her fingers now dancing up and down your spine. 

“She seems like a sweet kid.”

“She is,” You replied, a fond look on your face as you put your arm around her neck. “Daisy is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t know what I would do without her.”

“I can imagine,” She nodded.

“Thanks for taking this so well. I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner.”

Natasha shook her head, “That’s alright, I get it. Not everyone likes kids.”

“But you do?”

She smiled softly, “Yes, I do…” 

It’s clear to you that she had something going on in her head by the crease between her eyebrows. You played with the ends of her hair, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was thinking about.

“I could never have kids,” she finally spoke.

You barely heard her say it. “I’m infertile”

Natasha’s eyes watered as her lips pursed together. “But I always wanted to be a mother.”

Your heart broke for her. “You would be a wonderful mother. I know it.”

She shrugged as a tear fell, “Not in the cards for me.”

Your hand was quick to brush it away and you offer a sad smile as you shake your head, “I don’t know about that. There are other ways to be a mother than giving birth, you know?”

Natasha’s heart raced at the subtle implication. It was early for the two of you, and she knew that’s why you were choosing your words carefully, but she was grateful for the sentiment nevertheless. She’d known that adoption was always an option and that she could always find someone with children but for some reason, she’d never imagined herself in those scenarios. The latter had always felt like an imposition of sorts and it didn’t feel fair to adopt a child who could have a greater family than she could ever give them.

Maybe you were right though. She nodded, “I guess so. I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to upset you. I really should have told you beforehand. I feel terrible for springing this on you.”

“I liked meeting her. She’s very sweet. I don’t regret a thing,” She reassured you. “But you must like me a lot to let me meet your daughter.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at her teasing, “I’m just lucky that you didn’t run screaming when I told you.”

“I’m not the one who’s going to be screaming,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“Nat-” You gasped, not expecting the turn in conversation.

She was quick to nip at your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “You better hope you can keep quiet.”

[nodoubtily]

Sunghoon fucking you in mating press after going to the gym.

Choke me.

TW:// smut so MDNI! Breeding kink, choking but not actually choking, y’know? Unprotected sex (DONT BE SILLY, WRAP YOUR WILLY), orgasming inside, lmk if I missed something!

SORRY THIS CAME OUT SO LATE IVE BEEN SO BUSY 🙏🙏

Fuck me, Muscle Man!!

You always felt a different feeling when Sunghoon, your fiancé, returned from the gym. Admiring his muscles, scoping out his abs when he’d raise his arms and his shirt would lift. He’s hot, and you always have the feeling he knows he is too.

“Baby?” He snaps you out of your trance, and you didn’t realise until now just how close he is to you, towering over you like it’s nothing, while you’re sat on your shared couch. You look up at him.

“Hey, how was your afternoon?” You ask, referring to the gym.

“It was great! I’ve finally moved to the next weight now!…” you don’t hear the rest of what he’s saying, eyes falling to his abdomen, his abs showing under his black top as he runs his hands through his soft hair. You zone out, staring at them, until Sunghoon’s soft hands grab your chin, lifting your head to face his again. “You didn’t get any of what I just said, did you?”

“Not really…” you admit, ashamed of your shameless eye fucking.

“You seem…distracted. What’s on your pretty mind, baby?” He asks you, eyes boring into yours expectantly. How are you going to get yourself out of this one.

“You just look..really good right now.” You answer truthfully, exasperated due to the shortness in breathing.

“I need specifics.”

“Your muscles have become really big and I just want you to-“ you stop yourself from the embarrassment, but Sunghoon isn’t having it. His hand lowers to your neck, wrapping his fingers around like your special choker.

“Don’t stop now. You want me to what?” He teases, fingers tapping your skin around your neck.

“Manhandle me and- fuck me, please.” You sigh, giving up completely. You grab his hand around your neck, squeezing it while staring up at him. He swears you couldn’t get more prettier.

Sunghoon takes that back. You could get prettier, like right now. His body finds balance, his hands placed on your under thighs, pressing them hard against your chest to support his body weight, folding you like a fucking lawn chair. You’re stuck in this position, having this tall, strong man depend his body weight on your thighs as he pistons inside you, pulling you to your orgasm in quick, sharp strokes. Tears boil at your eyes, stinging your eye beds as you fight to keep your eyes open. Loud moans leave from your chest, escaping through your throat as your cunt throbs, sucking his cock so deep inside.

“Fuck, baby. Squeezing around me so good- shit.” He pants like a dog, dick pulsating as his orgasm edges closer too. He can tell your seconds away from cumming, so he positions his whole arm under your knees as he hold you there, bringing his other hand between your bodies, toying with your clit with fast figure eights, bringing you to a hard orgasm, a moan only heard in the hottest porn videos piercing through the room.

“Fuck! God, cum inside me, hoonie, please.” You beg, your hands clawing at his biceps, needing to hold something to fight the sensitivity that overwhelmingly jolts through your whole frame.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you? Make you a mama, make you mine?” He asks you, so close himself.

“Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyes-“ you beg like a mantra, wanting nothing more then his hot cum soaking your insides, as you lay, fucking out and embarrassingly stupid, full to the brim.

“Oh, fuckkkkkk-“ Sunghoon’s pace comes to a halt, as he spills inside you, painting your walls white and warm.

“Fuck, yes..!” You say again.

[shigarakisstalker]

hardcore launches with the boys

in which neither of you take a… soft approach, to announcing your secret relationship

todoroki didn’t expect for it to go the way it did. it was a normal training day when suddenly he turned only to see you straight on your back, air knocked out of you from the move bakugo had just pulled on you. he lost his shit.

suddenly there he was, right next to you as bakugo found himself as a human ice cube. he gently pulled you up and dusted you off.

“you okay, love?” he gently placed his hand on your cheek.

“shoto, while i appreciate the gesture,” you slowly pushed his hand down, “we’re in training and it’s bound to happen. you can’t ice anyone just because they’re doing their assignment.”

“i know, but i dont care. you’re my girlfriend nobody has the right.” he simply shrugged.

a few gasps were heard, they turned their heads to find an unintended audience. the entire class.

“you’re together?!” everyone yelled.

“HALF AND HALF BASTARD!”

◡̈

bakugo wasn’t exactly discrete, especially when it was agreed you guys weren’t going to hide it anymore. it was a nice sunday morning when he came down,

only to see you wearing his favorite shirt and sweatpants that had been missing for days.

there you sat next to mina and tsu, they took took notice of the shirt but decided not to say anything.

that was until mina couldn’t hold it anymore, “aren’t those bakugos clothes?” you looked down, taking notice that you forgot to change before coming down, “uhhh-”

“yeah, aren’t those my fucking clothes?” you heard from behind you. you jumped up and darted for an escape, only to be grabbed by the hips and pinned to his front.

“you know i’ve been looking for my shit for days now, right?” he whispered in your ear.

you wordlessly shook your head, words gone and heart beating a million times a second. he knew exactly how to get a rise out of you.

your cheeks flushed as he turned you around to face him, before he could see your face you quickly shoved your face in his chest.

he chuckled, “you’re so fucking lucky you’re pretty.”

“EEEEKKKK!” they both looked over to see mina and both squads starring at them with wide eyes, “YOU GUYS ARE DATING?!”

◡̈

sero would do it in a funny way, you’d be arguing about some stupid shit in the common room. you, mina, and jirou would be ripping their asses for doing some dumb shit.

the girls were too heated to even realize you were yelling at sero, except for kaminari and kirishima.

they looked at you both strangely, which caught the attention of the girls. and shortly enough it was only you yelling at sero.

“you’re so fucking dumb! i swear you give me a headache every single goddamn day, yet i-” you were soon cut off by lips touching yours gently, all anger seemed to diminish and your brain went fuzzy.

when you both pulled away his hands still remained on your face, “y’know you’re so pretty when you’re angry?

“oh my god?!”

◡̈

denki would find it fun to mess with everyone, he’d go on and on about this mystery girlfriend.

“she’s soooo pretty”

“i want her so bad right now”

“she thinks i’m funny”

“guys where should i take her for dinner?” he whispered, hoping not to attract your attention from the girls.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP DUNCE FACE WE KNOW SHES NOT REAL!” bakugo screamed, getting everyone’s attention.

“YES SHE IS!” denki yelled back.

“THEN WHO WHOM?” he paused, “HM?”

“me.”

everyone snapped their head towards you, full of shock.

you lazily walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, laying a small kiss on his cheek.

“WHAT?!”

◡̈

kirishima would do it completely on accident while admirning you.

everyone was stuck on their own task of the day, beating their opponents ass.

you specifically were never one to back down, something kirishima absolutely adored about you. you were a hardass and stubborn as a mule, sometimes biting him in the ass.

you were now going up against mina, and odds weren’t in her favor, bless her soul. you were a tough girl. and as of right now you had her in a chokehold on the ground.

kirishima stood there in awe.

not because his friend was getting her ass beat, but because his girlfriend was so, manly.

“damn, that’s my girlfriend.”

everyone snapped their heads to him,

“what.”

◡̈

midoryia wasn’t very sneaky about it in the first place.

so when the class woke up one sunday and found you two cuddling on the couch after a failed movie night, it really was no surprise.

instead of being abrupt and waking you guys up (like bakugo offered) they layer a blanket on the top of you two. nicely and gently.

“they’re a cute couple.” tsu commented.

“oh for sure,” sato started, “they’re both hard working and very very sweet.”

“this is unacceptable on school property though-”

a joint “shut up iida” ensued.

[sugarwarachan]

i overheard you - ft. shoto todoroki

synopsis: your best friend hears you masturbating. what's a pro hero to do?

cws: timeskip!shoto, virgin!shoto, soft!sex, like the softest I’ve ever written, honestly sub!shoto, experienced!reader, fem!reader, pet names like sweetheart and angel

A knock sounds at the door. You nearly drop your vibrator in shock, fumbling with the button to shut it off, the noise deafening in the dark of your room.

“y/n?”

Shoto.

Fuck.

“Yeah?” your voice is hoarse. How on earth are you supposed to talk to him when a minute ago you’d been actively picturing his mouth on your pussy?

“Can I come in?”

Heart hammering, you stash the vibrator under the covers, shuck your pajama bottoms back up, and run a hand through your hair. “Sure!”

His two-toned head peeks into the room. “Lights on or off?”

Your whole face is on fire. “Off, if you don’t mind.

He dips his head. Fuck, is he blushing, too?

You wrap your arms around your legs while he pads across the room. He’s not wearing a shirt. The distracting amount of skin on display is messing with your ability to think. A simple pair of boxer briefs sits low on his hips; a trail of hair leads down to an impressive package that makes your mouth dry up at the sight.

You cannot fuck your best friend you cannot fuck your best friend –

The bed dips with his weight. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, staring down at the carpet like he can drill a hole into it.

“Sho?”

His head whips up.

“Sorry,” he says in a brief burst of laughter. “I thought I had an idea of what to say when I came in here and now that I am” - he gestures at the bed – “I have no idea how to say it.”

“It’s just me,” you say, brushing his shoulder with your hand.

“That’s exactly it. It’s you.” Frustration colors his tone and a light bulb goes off in your head. You don’t know what to say to that, but you have a sneaking suspicion where his head is.  

“Did you hear me?” 

Shoto blushes so furiously you can feel the heat pouring off the left side of his body. He nods.

“Did you come in here to do something about it?” 

His mouth falls open before he turns his expression into something closer to determination. It makes you want to kiss him so badly your teeth hurt.  

“That was my original plan, yes.”

Your skin tingles. You drop your arms from your knees and angle yourself closer to him.

“What did you want to say when you first came in here?” 

There’s the softest touch of his finger against your pinky before his hand covers your own. 

“I wanted to ask you if I could help. If you’d let me watch.”

Your heart roars in your chest. You’re surprised Shoto can’t hear it.

“You want to help make me come?”

Shoto swallows, and answers in that level deep voice of his, “Yes.”

“Okay then.”

You pull the vibrator out from beneath the covers, trying not to laugh at Shoto’s obvious expression of dismay.

“Come lay down next to me,” you say, patting the space next to you. He lays down next to you but he’s hovering, holding himself back, so you grab his hand and drape it on your hip. His breath hitches, calloused fingertips brushing against the band of your sleep shorts as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Will you help me take these off?” you whisper into his ear.

Hair brushes your cheek as he nods. His thumb hooks under your shorts and tugs them down your legs quickly. His breath is already shaky.

“What’s your comfort level here? Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing? What I like?

You figure that taking the lead is in the best of both of your interests, and honestly, the idea of telling a pro hero what to do is sending a bolt of arousal through your gut. How much would he like being ordered around?

“Please,” he says, and fuck, you’ve never heard this man so undone. Breathy and tense, Shoto’s eyes drink in your skin like he’s discovering the ocean.  

“I only have the rabbit with me, so I’m going to use the ears on my clit while you watch, okay?”

Another fervent nod, like he doesn’t dare look away. 

“What do you want me to do?” he asks.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” he says, a divot appearing in between his brows. “It already feels so good just lying next to you.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to crack in your chest. 

“Try not to think too much about it too much,” you say, placing a hand on his chest and scooting closer to him. “It feels good for me, too, just being here with you.”

You press a kiss into the hollow of his throat and turn the vibrator on, holding it to your clit. He can feel your breath catch on his skin. His hand grips down on your hip, hard, his own rutting against your side.

“Talk to me. Tell me what you like to see.”

“Fuck, okay.” He expels a breath, and it’s already hotter than anything that’s ever happened to you because it’s Shoto swearing in your ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m a little overwhelmed. You look… I can’t even describe how beautiful you look.”

“That’s all right.” His words wash over you, turning your insides to jelly. You turn the vibrator’s intensity up one. “You’re already on the right track.”

“I am?” 

“Mm-hmm. You’re already making me feel good, Sho. Believe in that. Talk to me.”

The combination of praise and command seems to jolt him into action. 

“I like seeing you like this,” he starts, voice a little shy. He kisses your forehead, moves his hands along the soft skin of your hips. “I like hearing the noises you make, the soft little gasps when you touch yourself.”

It was tame for dirty talk, but you feel each word like a thunderbolt. 

“What else, baby?”

His breath hitches again.

Oh, he likes that. 

“I want to be the reason you’re making those sounds. I want my fingers inside you when you come.”

You shudder, the vibration against your clit drawing you closer to that dark, deep kind of orgasm you only have when you’re turned on beyond reason. You guide his hand to the inside of your thigh, the slight friction of his callused skin on yours making you whine.

He props himself up on one elbow and peers down at you. His brow is furrowed, concentration set clearly on his face. You cup his cheek and kiss him before you think to stop yourself. Here his confidence kicks up, even when the kiss gets messy, your tongue against his teeth.

His thumb sweeps over your clit. You jump at the sensation and also at the strength of your reaction. You were already keyed up from earlier and having Shoto next to you has only amplified how fucking horny you are. He’s watching you with such intensity, such obvious need. 

A finger nudges your entrance. 

“I can touch you here?”

You can barely nod.

“Thank fuck,” he says, and rearranges you both so he’s kneeling in front of you, spreading your knees open and sliding two fingers inside of you.

“Sorry. I wanted to look.”

It’s so Shoto, and it’s so hot that you whimper and buck your hips up to meet him.

“Looking is a critical part of learning.” Is that your voice? You sound like you just finished a marathon. 

Shoto huffs a soft laugh, eyes trained on your pussy. When your eyes meet, he leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“You’re so soft here, sweetheart,” he says, fingers moving in and out. The pet name feels so warm on your skin you almost want to cry. 

“More, Sho, please.” 

He adds a third finger, the stretch making you moan.

“Are you this wet for me?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, his thumb circling and pressing down on your clit over and over. “I can feel you around my fingers, angel. You’re squeezing me so tight.” His voice breaks. You’re spinning inside of yourself, everything narrowing to the thrum of your clit, that burst of sensation every time Shoto’s thumb rubs against you.

“Yes yes, exactly like that, please don’t stop touching me,” you chant, hardly recognizing your voice.

“Do you want the vibrator back? Is this—will this be enough?”

It normally wouldn’t be, but you’re literally fighting to keep yourself from coming as it is.

“Will you lay down, Sho?”

Uncertainty crosses his face briefly but he complies, lying down next to you like he had at the start. You hardly give him time to settle before you’re straddling him, pressing your soaking wet pussy against his cock. Shoto chokes on a whimper, hand pressed against his mouth.

“Don’t you dare not make noise for me,” you hear yourself say. All you can think about is the ridge of his dick in between the folds of your pussy, how much you can’t wait to have all of that inside of you. “I want us to come apart together, okay?” 

His hands are tight on your hips, grinding you down. 

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he pants. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m gonna fucking come, I don’t know much longer I can last.”

Your pussy makes obscene squelching noises as you slide, up and down, over and over, on his dick.  “Stay with me, just a few more seconds. Come on, fall apart with me. Fucking fall apart with me like a good boy, okay?”

You’re right—the pet name seems to detonate Shoto’s last shred of control. He growls against your throat, thrusting up into you, the ridge of his cock rocking perfectly against your clit until you’re falling, flying over the edge. Shoto’s name falls from your lips in a chant; your own name echoing in the space between you as he comes in his briefs.

In the afterglow of your orgasm, you lay on top of him listening to the thunderous beat of his heart. Touching him feels sacred, divine. Is this what people feel when they love someone? 

“y/n?” Shoto’s voice is breathless. He sounds awestruck. 

“Yeah?” You prop up on his chest to look at him. His eyes are closed, a smile creasing the corners. The need to kiss him is like a physical tug in your stomach. 

“That was amazing.” He opens his eyes and smiles widely. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re amazing.”

“You were pretty good yourself, you know.”

(watch me fuck around and write a part two)

[hawkinsbnbg]

spilled milk

prompt: new | word count: 517 | rated: M | tags: omegaverse, recreational drug use, mildly dubcon, male lactation, false pregnancy, mutual pining | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

steddie bingo prompt: high | @steddiebingo

Steve grimaced when two dark spots appeared on the front of his shirt and just grew bigger as seconds went by. Sighing, he got up to go change his shirt for the third time that day.

According to Robin's theory, aside from kick-starting his late presentation, his desire to get pregnant had tricked his body into a false one.

And for some stupid reason, he’d usually lactate a mortifying amount around Eddie, leading to many awkward moments when he had to flee from the Munson’s new apartment with some half-assed excuses. He’d tried to hide it at first, using bandaids, replacing his polos with sweaters, hunching and zipping up his jacket when his shirt got too soaked.

Then again, it never once occurred to him that Eddie's nose wasn't broken like his own, which meant the alpha could sniff out his secret easily no matter how thick his sweater was.

They were lounging on Eddie's bed just as usual, chatting and smoking together. At some point, Eddie’d mentioned how sweeter he smelled lately and wondered if he’d switched colognes.

Considering Steve was always loose tongue when high, he’d blurted out everything about his lactation, how tender his nipples had become, how they felt itchy right now with the bandaids on them.

Calmly, Eddie’d offered to help him ease the discomfort.

Without thinking twice, Steve’d agreed. He took off his shirt and showed his bandaged nipples to those hooded eyes, feeling thrilled when he heard Eddie curse quietly.

“Can I..?” Eddie’s hands hovered over his chest, trembling with great restraint.

And suddenly, Steve couldn't quite remember why it was a bad idea to let Eddie touch him anymore. So he nodded with a breathless Yes, moaning softly when Eddie peeled the bandaids off, exposing his puffy red nipples to the cool air.

“Oh, babydoll,” Eddie murmured reverently, watching the milky rivulets soak his chest hair and roll down his tummy before disappearing into his waistbands.

Steve bit his lip, feeling coy all of a sudden.

“You like it?”

“Fuck, I do,” Eddie groaned. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, too. You're so hot, Steve.”

The praise went straight to his cunt, making him pulse and leak profusely, drenching his panties and the sheets beneath him. Burned with embarrassment, he whimpered and tried to pull away.

“Hey, hey, ‘s okay, sweetheart,” Eddie caught his wrist and tugged him close again, thumb stroking his scent gland to soothe his nerves.

“But I’m ruining your sheets–”

“Then ruin ‘em,” Eddie looked at him meaningfully. “Why d’you think I always make us hang out in here?”

Oh.

Oh.

“You like me?”

“Too much.”

Steve knew what love looked like, had seen it in the mirror before, and now it was gazing back at him from those chocolate eyes.

“I like too much.”

Eddie smiled, fond, and kissed him silly. Soon, he was stripped naked and laid down on his back with Eddie curling over him.

“Gonna treat you right,” Eddie mouthed at his nipple, making him whine. “Gonna keep you, my sweet boy.”

And Steve knew his milk wouldn't go to waste anymore.

[starlightsreigns]

don’t hurt yourself | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie's past the point of understanding. she wants to burn the world down with him in it... and she just might word count ⇢ 2.1k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. explicit language. | three ; anger “Who the fuck do you think I is?”

Beautiful man, I know you’re lying

Malice fills me down to my core. 

The sun rose over the horizon as I watched it from the dining room table. For days now, I’ve kept the revelation to myself, letting it eat me alive. My legs bounced slowly but stopped when I heard Roman coming down the stairs. His face makes me look away. I can’t look at him anymore, this isn’t the man I fell in love with — he’s a stranger I sleep beside every night. 

“Hey Mel, what you doin’ down here?” His voice is hoarse from sleep. 

I can’t find a response and my eyes can’t meet his. So, I continue to stare out at the sunrise. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” Roman moves towards me. 

“Nothin’, I just can’t sleep.” My words cold. “Ain’t you going to the gym?” 

He’s in his workout clothes, as usual, ready for an early morning workout that I’m certain isn’t happening in the gym. Roman used to workout in our home gym, but for months now he’s been going to some random gym that he says is better —  as the fool, I once believed him, but now I know that’s not the truth. 

“I’ll pick us up some breakfast?” 

Finally, I turn to look at him, “Don’t bother,” 

I turn away from him. Roman doesn’t say anything else. He waits for a moment then leaves. Once he’s out of the garage, I fling my robe off and run out the front door towards Alyssa’s car that’s parked a few houses down. 

“Mellie, is this really what we’re doing? You saw the message.” Alyssa says but puts the car in drive anyway. “You think he’s going to that girl's house?”

“I don’t know, but we have a home gym, Aly, he has to.” 

The ride is quiet, and twenty minutes long. We pull into a neighborhood and my stomach turns. Alyssa glances at me, keeping her distance from Roman. When he pulls into a driveway, she parks down the road. The silence in the car makes the pit in my stomach grow larger. 

“Mellie,” Alyssa whispers but she stops. “I don’t know what to say.” 

I don’t blame her. We wait and watch as Roman sits in the car for a while. When he opens the door, Alyssa and I lean up with wide eyes. The front door of the house swings open and a pretty woman steps onto the porch with a grin. Her long black hair flows down her back, the sun gives her the prettiest glow. 

“She’s pretty,” I whisper. Roman walks up and hugs her tightly. “I’m gonna throw up.” 

My eyes shift down to my lap just as Alyssa gasps. I look up quickly as the front door closes then look over at my friend. She shakes her head sadly with her eyes closed. 

“I’m so sorry, Mel.” Alyssa sighs. 

A tear and then another hits my cheeks, “Me too.”

Yet, I’m not sure what this feeling in my body is. 

Before I can think about it, I’m out of the car and marching towards the house. Alyssa nearly draws blood when she sinks her fingernails into my arm. I barely feel the pain as I stare at the house in silence. My vision blurred from the tears that are falling harder now. 

Alyssa pulls me closer to her, “Don’t do this, Mellie. This isn’t who you are.”

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself, try not to hurt yourself

The dining room table is my new favorite spot in the house. Now, I sit at the head with a baseball bat between my legs. My legs bounce up and down slowly, flinching softly when the garage opens. There’s a knot in my throat that travels down to my stomach. I’m filled with intense nerves, but my rage overtakes that. I can feel the heat on my skin that burns to the touch. 

My eyes slowly drift to the chair to my left where my wedding dress sits. My breathing slows as I reach for it, but stop when the door opens. 

“Mel,” Roman calls out. He takes a few steps and then stops right behind me. “You been sittin’ here the whole time, baby? What’s your dress doin’ out here?” 

What words can I find? I wait for him to walk around so I can see him — and that’s when all the air in my lungs is expelled. My hand grips around the bat tightly as I take a deep breath. If I could knock his head off his shoulders and not go to jail I would. I’m willing to take the jail time.

“How was the gym?” My voice is so low I can barely hear myself. “It must’ve been a long, intense workout.” 

Roman nods slowly, “Yeah, I did cardio.”

That finally sets me off. Pushing my chair back with so much force that it tips over, I set the end of the baseball bat on the glass table. Roman’s eyes widen at the sight and he takes a subtle step back. My chest rises and falls to keep me from falling into a panic attack. 

“Do you take me for a fucking idiot, Joe?” I yell. “Who’s the bitch?” 

He gives me a stupid look, a look that confirms what we both know. In reality, the dumb look pisses me off even more. My hand shakes as I slowly lift the bat.

“Baby, please…” Roman begs. 

Without a second thought and filled with rage, I snatch the baseball bat and plunge the end of it into the dining table, watching it shatter, bits falling around my feet. But, it’s not enough. Roman tries to walk towards me, but I raise the bat again. The end of it is practically against his cheek. He’s frozen in his spot and my hands shake. 

“Get the fuck away from me, bitch.” My own scream almost scares me. “Answer me, am I fucking idiot?”

Roman shakes his head. I press the bat into his face as a tear falls down my cheek. He tries to reach for it again and I swing the bat against his arm. 

“Move.” I grit my teeth.

It’s a blur in my mind as I smash anything in my sight. His voice is in the background, pleading for me to listen, to stop, to understand, but my heart’s taken off and that bitch is broken. 

Every single broken object in the house doesn’t help. There are reminders of all the good times and I never want to see them again. 

The bat hits the ground with a loud clank. I take a step back with a deep breath. My eyes stare down at the glass-covered ground, not looking up when his feet move towards me, crunching everything finer. Regret now sits in my chest — this wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my heart overtook my head.

“Mellie, I’m so sorry.” He pleads, trying to catch my eyes. 

My eyes see red again. His apologies only fuel more anger in my body. The white wedding dress falls into my line of vision and I push past him and grab it. Right under it sits a box of matches. 

“Melody,” His voice shaking. 

I can’t hear anything past the buzzing in my ears. By the time I’m in the backyard and dosing the dress with propane from our grill, everything is numb. 

A match sits between my shaking fingers, “I don’t remember who I was before all of this pain.” I murmur under my breath then let the match fall onto the dress. 

Flames engulfed the dress immediately. I take a step back and watch my marriage go up in flames. I turn to look at Roman who stares at the dress in shock. 

“You can clean this up and leave me the fuck alone,” I mutter. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You don't love me deep enough, we not reaching peaks enough

My legs feel like jelly on the walk up to our bedroom. There’s a hollowness spreading inside of me, but my legs carry me all the way to the bed and I stay there, frozen — numb. 

Is this not what I wanted? I wished I stayed in the unknown; you know what they say, ignorance is bliss. Having it all out in the open only made this harder. 

When Roman comes into the room, I shut my eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed in silence for longer than I can remember. So much so, that I start to doze off, but I’m pulled back to reality when he starts talking.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mellie, I don’t know what words will undo all of this.” He starts. “Nothing I say can change this, but I love you, and I knew better and it was eating me up inside, I don’t wanna lose you, Mel. You might never forgive me, but baby believe me, I’ll do everything in my power to fix this. I can’t lose you.” 

Tears spill over the side of my face, but I remain stoic and away from him. 

“I want you to leave, I can’t look at you, I can’t believe, and I don’t want to believe you.” 

I finally sit up on the bed to look at him. His eyes are red and tears fall from his eyes, but nothing in me changes. I’ve met every single thing I’ve said to him. My love just isn’t enough to overpower the hate I have in my heart for him. 

“You need to leave.” My voice is stern, but it shakes. 

Something in me is fighting. My love for him won’t go away overnight, but the resentment will live forever if I stay.

Roman doesn’t move. Finally, I take a deep breath and stand. 

“If you won’t leave, I will.” 

You ain’t married to no average bitch, boy

Roman stands in my way, “Mellie, please.” He begs. 

“Why the fuck are you begging me right now, Roman, I didn’t hurt you. You hurt me and now I have to stay?” I step back. “I don’t what to know why you fucked that random bitch and I don’t want to understand anything you say.” 

“Mel, I promise I’m not sleepin’ with her no more.” 

My eyes fixated on his, “I saw you. Today, I saw you with her this morning.”

He hesitates for a moment then nods, “I ended things with her, Mellie, I swear I ended shit with her but she kept calling and texting and I went over there to tell her to stop.” 

“That’s why you was hugged up with her?” I laugh bitterly. “You really think I’m fucking stupid, shit.”

Roman takes a step forward, “No, I don’t know why I did that, but baby, I ended everything with her.” 

His eyes pleaded with me and I could see the truth deep down, but it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough.

“I don’t care. You thought that shit was okay to do in the first place.” I point my finger at him. “So, I’m not gonna tell you again, get the fuck out of my way and let me go or I swear to God I will hate you for the rest of my life.” 

After a moment of staring into my eyes, Roman steps back with a small nod. 

“I’ll go if that’s what you want.” 

“That’s what I want.”

this is your final warning, you know i give you life...

Downstairs, I sit on the edge of the couch. There’s an emptiness inside me I’ve never felt before. Roman cleaned up the glass, but there’s a part of me that can see the destruction everywhere. This doesn’t feel like my own home anymore. 

Roman comes down the stairs with a suitcase and a duffle bag. My heart falls at the sight, but all I can do is get up and meet him at the front door.

“Mel, I love you, I’m so sorry.” He pleaded while I opened the door. “Can we work on this, baby?” 

My eyes overlook the evening sky, “I can’t stop picturing you and her. I can’t do this.” I take off my wedding rings and hand them to him. “Goodbye, Roman.” 

There’s an air that sits between us as he stares at the rings in his palm. Roman lets out a breath and walks out the door. I slam it shut behind him before he can turn and say anything else. I can’t look at him again, it’s the most painful thing I’d ever have to do in my life. 

And yet, I still contemplate how I can leave him behind forever when my heart refuses to let him go for good.

“If it’s what you truly want … I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized … you and your perfect girl.”

i appreciate your patience as i dealt with life, but im back!!!! i hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter. hope you caught a little hit for the next chapter ;) this is my (third) FAVORITE song on the album.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Luke x hades!reader

Luke is good, no betrayal, everything fine, just happy happy happy.

‘Okay, since when were you going to tell me you and Nico are siblings?’ Luke asked one day and immediately your brows furrowed in question.

‘Siblings? Since when because as far as I’m concerned he’s not.’ You tell him as you continued to eat your breakfast, thinking that would be enough to stop Luke from spouting more nonsense into your ear.

Luke scoffs. ‘From what I’ve heard through the grapevine is that you both give off that mean side eye. One that screams get the fuck away from me or I’ll kill you, bring you back, only to then kill you again.’ He says as he steals a strawberry from your plate, popping it into his mouth, only to then trying not to choke on it when he saw that you were giving him the side eye that you were most well known throughout camp for.

Other people would’ve scurried off from being such a look by now but Luke was a little bit different, Luke only smiles and laughs behind his hand as his other hand sympathetically pats the back of yours. ‘There’s the award winning glare of yours or should I say yours and Nico’s now.’ He says after successfully not choking on a singular strawberry, but you weren’t as amused as he was, he had just insinuated that you and Nico were related before following up in stealing your food; what a prick.

‘That’s not funny Luke you owe me a strawberry now.’ You replied as your eyes found the Italian boy in question from across the dining pavilion, seeing absolutely nothing that could bring the theory that you were both somewhat related, because as far as you were aware the boy hadn’t yet been claimed and even still you’d like to think you’d see the signs beforehand that could indicate a connection between you and the young lad.

Luke threw an arm over your shoulder as he brought you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand rubbed at your arm. ‘You can have as many of my strawberries next time if that’s a good trade off for a single and lonely strawberry, yeah?’ You sighed as you rested your head against him, slightly tucked under his chin. ‘Sure.’ You grunted as Luke’s smile stretched further across his face as he was quick to notice where your eyes were.

‘The next time you see Nico, watch his face and then you’ll see why people are saying your siblings in giving people death glares and mean side glances.’ He whispered to you when he could tell that the curiosity was the primary emotions that you felt in this moment and time and he couldn’t blame you, if someone was telling him that he shared a death glare or side eye with someone else being playfully called his sibling, he’d be a little curious too to see if the proof was in the pudding.

The rest of breakfast played out like usual and went by without issue as you and Luke went your separate ways, though not without Luke insisting that he had to kiss you on the forehead, though you found yourself watching Nico like a hawk in hopes of seeing what everyone else was seeing but nothing of much really happed where you got to see this death glare of his.

You were just about to give up and call it a day, feeling a little stupid for believing in what others have to say other then listening to your own gut and to ignore what was being said, thinking that the person who started such a rumour was only doing it for the fun of it.

That was until you saw it.

The death flare Luke had talked about earlier that morning.

Whatever the camper said must’ve annoyed Nico or have been so stupid that his brows furrowed and the steely look within his onyx eyes that screamed ‘I have your murder planned out along with your funeral arrangements if you don’t fuck off.’ It was exactly how you imagined you looked when put in a similar position, and now everything made sense as you crossed your arms over your chest as the camper scampered away from Nico, who was still watching after them.

‘Well I’ll be damned.’ You muttered under your breath. ‘We do share something after all.’

‘I told you.’ Luke said as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing you to give him a glare that matched the one Nico had on his face towards that poor unfortunate camper seconds prior.

‘You done patting yourself on the back?’ You asked him rhetorically as he only smiled smugly at you.

‘Nope, you might as well go down there and welcome your sibling with open arms.’ He responded cheerily as he continued to look at you as though he was the cat that caught the canary, or a mischievous fox that had one last trick up its sleeve.

You playfully shoved Luke away from you with a scoff. ‘If only it were that simple Castellan but unless I see the sigil of my father above his head, cabin 13 still belongs to me and me alone.’ You told him.

Nico was claimed by hades not even a day after you said this.

Luke was in hysterics and on the verge of tears when he looked at your face, now realising that Nico was now indeed your little sibling in more than just teasing fashion.

[artbyblastweave]

I'll See You At The Pharmacy in A Couple of Weeks

“Oh. Real, uh. Real funny, man. Real funny. You know what man, I don’t need to hear it. I don’t need to hear it from you, or from anyone, I don’t need to hear whatever super fuckin’ funny things you’ve thought up about my big, weird arm, alright. I’ve heard it. I’ve heard it from guys funnier than you, way better at the, at the delivery, I heard every goddamn thing about the goddamn arm within a week of this shit happening to me, man, so I don’t need to hear it. I have to kill like 14 of those assholes every time I go to loot a pharmacy for my stabilizers, man. At least that many, every goddamn time. I swear to God they've figured out that they can hang out there and jump me, when I gotta get my stabilizers, man. Every goddamn day something like this is happening, I gotta kill like fifteen or sixteen homicidal cannibal assholes to get at my meds, or some other bullshit, I gotta bring like three of the same gun in a little backpack because I can't reload shit in a hurry with my arm like this. And then I come back and there's some new asshole at the safehouse thinking they're the first fucker in the world to come up with the one about me jerking off too much. Well. None of you smarmy fucks last more than a week, and I'm still here. And I hope it hurts when it happens, man. I mean I really hope it hurts. "

[sprunkisunshinesuburbia]

Resident List pt II

“OWAKXC” Ozwalt Linden-Daze

Age: 29

Gender: Male, He/him

Height: 5’9 ft

Color: Lime Green

How he got here was… Well less favorable than the rest- A long fall from a cliff that he … Thank sun and Miss Vineria he made it. This fall left him wheel-chair bound and a bit spastic— Sort of yells when he doesn’t mean to.(It’s mostly brain and spinal damage I think… I’m no doctor but thats what I’ve heard from Dr. Princey…)

Um- Accident aside he usually hangs around Vineria and seems pretty smart, He helps her with paperwork (Mostly taxes- Honestly really appreciate how neatly he sorts them and writes things down.) I think he’s also pretty funny- Does self-deprecate a worrying bit, He’s really sensitive about how the accident affected him so please don’t point things out- (Basic sprunki respect and all!) He also tells me how the city was like which… Uh makes me not want to visit it! It sounds hectic and noisy- But he also says

“I may just be being a fucking weenie about it— I don’t know…”

I don’t think he is- He's really hard on himself sometimes...

Vineria Edith Bosch

Age: 27

Gender: Female She/They

Height: 6’3 ft

Color: Grass Green

She’s a very chill person and I like listening to her talk about her plants (She names all of them- She’s why I named my succulent!— It’s name is Planty… Because its a… plant.) She’s very knowledgeable about them too- And honestly from when she first arrived here I wasn’t expecting it (She seemed so scary back then— But maybe it was the biker jacket- Maybe it was because she didn’t have her wigs yet…Kind of intimidating-) It was kind of like she did a full flip mostly fashion-wise but she seems much happier now with her greenhouse!

She’s usually around Oz , Clukr and Garnold- (She arrived alongside the latter two) She also occasionally volunteers at the town clinic to help out whenever someone does get injured. I do warn that she is— Sometimes very high on sprunknip- Which does smell pretty strongly and she does act a bit… Looser on it. (She once offered to beat up people who were mean to me- I politely declined. I don’t think that would do any good but its nice to know someone cares! in… uh their own way!) She also volunteers to help at the clinic when she isn't tending to the greenhouse or hanging out with her friends.

“brud” Bradley Bucketsworth

Age: 21

Gender: Male He/They

Height: 4’11

Color: Brown

A really sweet fella! Genuinely just happy to be here!! (He drew a cute little portrait of me I keep at my desk- Makes me smile!) He's really into fantasy novels and he's shown me his collection of them in his room at the clinic. (He says he wanted to take all of them from his old home but he couldn't fit them all in his bags-) I've also read some drafts he'd written himself, It was mostly fanfiction, But most of it seems to steer away from romance to more about characters he thinks didn't get enough time in the spotlight.. He does have to have someone around to make sure he doesn't accidently hurt himself ( I've been told he can't feel pain and he doesn't really have the reflex to pull back or flinch because of that..) Usually the people supervising him are clinic staff- Most of the time its Simon, Sometimes Vineria and like on the rarest occasions its Dr. Princey herself when the other two are busy. He also chooses not to speak,- Usually just communicates through writing and sign language but he isn't incapable of it (To him its a last resort.)

Simon Citrine-Poncirus

Age: 26

Gender: Any He/She/They

Height: 4'10

Color: Yellow

Moved in around the same time as his brother Oren- He's colored like a ray of sunshine and sure acts like it! He's super cheerful and practically bouncing off the walls when I see him! ( How does he do it? I need at least a nap and a cup of coffee to even think of going out- Let alone pull the insane acrobatics he does sometimes.) He works at the clinic as a dentist. (Though that only really comes in when we get our teeth checked or something happens to someone's teeth-) But he also helps out there as well (I think he's probably the only other person in town who's gone to medical school.) I also didn't really have to approach him he sort of bounded up to me and went

 "Hey hi Thermie!! Pinki's making chili tonight! Dooo You want some?"

And well!! I did say yes and it was very nice- Him, Pinki and Oren do love inviting people over for dinner. ( I did eat an embarassing amount of chili that night.) There's usually two options (With meat and no meat) at these dinners as far as I know since Simon's a vegetarian. (Its pretty common where he was from- Usually the meat products were saved for the island's guardian beast. Its not a topic I'm very familar with...) And also he does maybe feel a little bad about eating critters ( He thinks they're all too cute for him to eat.)

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[kookinglikeachef]

Can you write a reaction for when x reader is horny either ateez or the boyz, it doesn’t matter

Hongjoong:

His patience would be very thin with you. He’s having an off day and demands his space. The problem with giving Hongjoong his space when he’s mad, it turned you on. Not just him still managing to look cute when he’d get angry. It was his tone. Very stern, very cold.

You would prance around him when you knew that you shouldn’t and beg him to touch you and love you.

“Y/N,” he’ll warn with glaring eyes.

He’ll never give you the satisfaction, but you keep trying in hopes that one day Hongjoong would wreak havoc on your body.

Seonghwa:

When I tell you Seonghwa would be a slut for you? FUCKING BELIEVE ME. He will do anything you ask him to do to you. Loves when you’re lounging around in literally no other clothing but one of his tanks, braless. He’s obsessed with your tits. You don’t really have to do much to get his attention but occasionally stretching so that your shirt rides up a bit, just barely covering your cunt between your thighs, he’s putty in your hands.

“Allow me to please you, baby.”

Yunho:

At first he’d pay no mind to you the second you start rubbing against him in a way you thought was subtle, while cuddling. His chin resting on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath is on your neck. You can feel all of him. Bulge pressed between your ass cheeks. And every breath he takes, it presses more into you, caged within his arms. He’ll hug you tighter if your movements persist, just lays there and allows you to grind harder like a bitch in heat.

“Yuyu, please. Why aren’t you doing anything?” You’d whine.

“Just wanted to see if you’d beg me.” He’d murmur and smirk against your ear.

Yeosang:

He’s shocked! This is shocking news!

Something as simple as watching him practice his dances makes your mind run wild and the sweat droplets that slid down his chest did nothing to calm your feral thoughts. Those body rolls? He doesn’t realize the damage he’s causing to you and your poor panties that are probably soaked in arousal. Your legs squeezing together around nothing.

He moves a little slow at taking hints that you’re horny so you have to suck it up and shamelessly tell him.

San:

Not much to be written here. You don’t have to tell him anything. Why? Because he’s always horny, too. 7 days in a week and y’all are fucking for 10. He’ll even pick his favorite Juno positions.

“Have we ever tried this one?”

Mingi:

Mingi always has his hand on your thigh, stroking his fingers against your skin and grabbing your flesh. It’s just something he does for comfort and to know that you’re still there. But you wanted nothing more than to take his hand and shove it in between your thighs where you yearned for him the most.

This leads him to ask you what’s wrong when he notices you just staring where his hand rests. When you tell him, he would reply with the sweetest/most lewd thing you’ve ever heard.

Wooyoung:

He finds it hot and teases you about being horny because he knows how needy you can get. And like I’ve said before, he’ll take his time. Takes his time to give in and give you what you want. Woo also loves to do shit to get you worked up even more.

Taunts you until you’re in a pitiful state. He’d take your hand and place it on his crotch, moving it in circular motion.

“I bet you can’t fit all of me in your mouth. How bad do you wanna find out?”

Jongho:

Jongho’s more surprised than anything. He wanted to kiss you out of the blue because he felt like it, but he didn’t expect you to prolong it the way that you did. Deepening the kiss, opting to straddle him, or the unsteady grinding of your hips. He finds you very cute and amusing.

“What��s gotten into you?” He’ll chuckle, encircling his arms around your waist.

“Just want you.” You’d whimper as his hands slide down from your waist to firmly gripping your butt.

[bitethedevil]

What annoys you about fandom culture

Oh that’s a spicy question.

Had you asked me a couple of years ago, my answer would be very different from today. I was a proud member of the SuperWhoLock fandom on here as a kid (I still shudder to think about it), and that was usually what I first thought of when the word “fandom” was uttered.

I think I’ve had a pretty negative view on it for a very long time. Mostly I saw fandom culture as cringe. I later got diagnosed with autism and found out that many of the things I found awful and cringe about fandoms, was me internalizing the insecurity I had about my own hyperfixations and I was projecting that onto other people who were obsessed or passionate about certain subjects.

Now “cringe” is a term I’ve tried to kill in my own life. It has been difficult for me to be really unashamedly into something, but you’re on this blog, so you know I’ve certainly gotten somewhere with it lol. I also first and foremost would never put someone else down about their interests, no matter how borderline obsessive they might seem and how they express that obsession. Because if it happened to myself, I know how things like that would crush my enjoyment when I was younger. It’s a very “let people enjoy what they enjoy”-sort of mind set I’ve tried to develop.

Now, if there is something that annoys me, a part of it is related to the statement above: don’t yuck other people’s yum. It’s not too bad on tumblr (in my limited experience). A few negative posts might make it into the tags every now and again, but I don’t mind that too much. You’re allowed to hate the characters I love.

Any kind of media should be open for whatever interpretation the viewer/reader gets out of it. I even like reading Raphael-hate sometimes if the person has some arguments that I haven’t heard before. As you might have noticed from my humongous list of analyses posts, I like picking things apart, and I like seeing other people doing the same, even if it might be in a negative light.

What I don’t like is when it’s: “fuck this character! how can anyone like this character”. Like sure, fair, but don’t tag that specific character (I know that my examples have been pointed towards Raphael, but I know that some Raphael fans have done the same the other way around). I don’t particularly like the Emper*r, but I’ve tried my best to make sure those posts don’t end up in their tags.

These are things across characters though, but it happens within a specific fandom too. I’m not a huge fan of the posts that are like “this character would never (insert statement)”. I don’t like when a version or an opinion of a character becomes canonized through the fandom and presented as fact. This ties back to the thing about me liking to hear about multiple interpretations and that I think all of people’s personal interpretations are valid. It makes it so that media becomes set in stone and then you are unable to gain anymore from it. It ruins it. You don’t agree with a specific version of a character? Then don’t read it. Or do, and maybe gain a new perspective.

My other points would be those that are obvious: don't harass voice actors or any other real life people because you like a specific media or character. Don't be silly.

I also want to be fair and say that this is the first fandom that I have been super active in in years, and I've said again and again that I love this fanbase for how open and kind it is. I think it's the perfect fit for me tbh. I have dipped my toe in other, more popular fandoms but I have quickly found them too overwhelming, because you have to cater to very specific interests in order to even be heard if you are making content, which quickly creates a very limited eco-system and thus some of the problems above might emerge. Here there is a little bit of everything and when you type in the "raphael bg3"-tag, it isn't loaded with thousands of pages of content anymore. That makes me more curious about things I wouldn't normally be into and that broadens my horizon a bit. I like that.

(Thank you for the ask <3)

[kathlare]

good graces

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: On a rare day off in Rio, Amelie and Rozzi unwind in a smoky hotel suite, playfully teasing each other about relationships while passing a joint.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: use of drugs, explicit comments

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November 15th, 2023 - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Amelie sat cross-legged on the plush sofa in the cozy hotel suite, a cloud of smoke swirling around her and Rozzi as they passed a joint back and forth. The sunlight was fading over the Rio de Janeiro skyline, casting a golden glow over the room. The tour had a rare day off, and after weeks of nonstop shows and rehearsals, Amelie was thankful for the break, even if she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

—So, Amelie,— Rozzi said, her voice slightly slurred as she took another hit from the joint. —What the hell is going on with you and that boy, Lando? You two are acting like a couple of horny teenagers again, huh?—

Amelie couldn’t help but laugh, rolling her eyes, though she knew Rozzi was right. —Ugh, don't even start, Rozzi,— she muttered, sinking deeper into the couch. Her head was already starting to spin a little from the weed, but she pushed through, still ready to vent. —I don’t even know what the hell is happening. It’s like we’re stuck in this loop of... of, god, I don't even know! It's like we keep circling each other, but neither of us knows how to break the damn cycle.—

Rozzi raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. —Cycle, huh? More like an endless fuckfest. Girl, last time I saw you two, it was in Argentina, and, damn, Alex and I could hear you two all the way from the next room. The moaning? The sounds? Please. You two were literally making animal noises.—

Amelie flushed, half-laughing, half-embarrassed, but she didn’t deny it. —Okay, fine, I won’t lie. That was... intense. But it’s not just that, Rozzi. It’s like we can’t stay away from each other, but we also can’t figure out how to make it work. It’s frustrating. We’ve been there before, and it went to shit. It feels like we’re just trying to patch it up with sex, you know? And honestly, I don’t know if that’s enough this time.—

Rozzi exhaled the smoke, watching Amelie closely. —Girl, you know I love you, but I’ve gotta say it... sounds like you two are, like, seriously addicted to each other. Maybe not the healthiest thing, but hell, it’s definitely some next-level chemistry. But... don’t you think you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak again?—

Amelie chuckled dryly, tipping her head back against the cushions. —Yeah, I keep thinking that too. Like, part of me wants to give in and just let it happen because it’s so easy with him. It’s like nothing’s changed, except that, uh... we’re both better in bed now.—

Rozzi let out a laugh, her voice mocking but affectionate. —Oh my god, better in bed? Babe, you’re gonna make me choke on this shit. Are you telling me this boy actually learned some new tricks? I thought you two were just fumbling around the first time, like, did he go to, like, fuckboy training camp or something?—

Amelie rolled her eyes dramatically. —No, seriously, though, he’s gotten better. Like, way better. I can’t even believe how much he’s improved. The boy’s definitely been practicing. I mean... that wasn't the case back in the day, but he's definitely learned a thing or two about hitting all the right spots.—

Rozzi laughed harder, slapping her knee. —Oh my god, Amelie, that’s wild. You two are fucking like you’re making up for lost time, huh?—

Amelie leaned forward, grabbing a cushion from the couch and chucking it at Rozzi, who was practically doubled over with laughter. —Shut up, Rozzi! It’s not like that... okay, maybe it is, but you don’t have to say it like that! And don’t you dare tell Alex any of this, I swear to god.—

Rozzi caught the cushion mid-air and tossed it back with ease. —Please, like Alex doesn’t already know. Babe, we heard everything. Like, everything. Walls aren’t that thick, Ames. You two sounded like you were auditioning for an R-rated nature documentary. Even Alex was like, ‘Are they okay?’—

Amelie groaned, burying her face in her hands, her cheeks burning despite the haze of the weed. —Oh my god, kill me now. I’m moving to another planet.— She peeked through her fingers, catching Rozzi’s gleeful expression. —You’re such a bitch, you know that?—

—And you love me for it,— Rozzi said with a wink, taking another hit and passing the joint back to Amelie. —But seriously, what’s the deal now? Like, are you two just... hooking up? Or is there some actual feelings shit happening here? Because, girl, from the way you’re talking, it sounds like you’re in deep again.—

Amelie took a long drag from the joint, exhaling slowly as she tried to put her thoughts into words. —I don’t know, Rozz. I mean, yeah, there are feelings. There’s always been feelings. But it’s so fucking complicated. Like, I’m terrified of letting him in again, you know? Last time, it all fell apart, and I was the one picking up the pieces while he was off living his life like nothing happened.—

Rozzi frowned, her teasing demeanor softening. —That’s valid, Ames. I get it. But... it kinda sounds like you’re still holding onto that hurt. And maybe you have every right to, but if you’re gonna let him back in, you need to figure out if you can actually forgive him. Otherwise, you’re just setting yourself up for more pain.—

Amelie nodded slowly, her gaze distant. —Yeah, I know. That’s why I told him straight up... I’m not playing games this time. He knows I’m capable of loving him, like really loving him, but I won’t tolerate any disrespect. If he screws up, it’s over. No second chances. I’ve been through too much to put up with bullshit.—

Rozzi raised her joint in a mock toast. —Amen, sister. Teach that boy some respect. But... I gotta ask, does he even realize how much of a chance he’s getting right now? Because it sounds like you’re bending over backwards to make this work.—

Amelie shrugged, a small, bittersweet smile playing on her lips. —I don’t know if he fully gets it yet, but I think he’s trying. Like, really trying. He’s different now, or at least he’s trying to be. But it’s still scary, you know? Like, what if we’re just doomed to repeat the same mistakes?—

Rozzi leaned back, puffing out a cloud of smoke. —Then write about it. You’re always better at sorting through your shit when you put it into music. Come on, let’s write a song about this mess.—

Amelie laughed, her mood lightening. —Oh my god, that’s actually perfect. Alright, Rozzi, grab your guitar. Let’s do this.—

Rozzi jumped up, grabbing Alex’s acoustic guitar from the corner of the room. She handed it to Amelie, who strummed a few chords absentmindedly, her mind already buzzing with ideas. They started tossing lyrics back and forth, giggling and brainstorming as the song began to take shape.

—Okay, okay, how about this,— Amelie said, her voice slurring slightly from the weed as she sang: —"When I love you, I’m sweet like an angel, drawin’ hearts ‘round our names and dreamin’ of... writing vows, rockin’ cradles."—

Rozzi gasped dramatically, clapping her hands. —Yes! That’s it. And then hit him with some real talk, like... "Don’t mistake my nice for naive." Oh, that’s fire.—

Amelie grinned, nodding enthusiastically as she scribbled the lyrics down in her notebook. —Yes! And then something about how if he fucks up, he’s out. "Like, You do something suspect, as cute as ‘bye-bye.’"—

Rozzi cackled, slapping her thigh. —Oh my god, savage. I love it. You’re basically warning him in the cutest way possible. And then throw in a little ‘boy, it’s not that complicated.’ You know, keep it real.—

They kept going, bouncing ideas off each other and laughing hysterically whenever one of them came up with a particularly brutal line. By the time they had most of the song written, they were both red-faced and crying from laughter.

Suddenly, the door to the suite swung open, and Alex walked in, holding a bag of food. He froze in the doorway, taking in the sight of Amelie and Rozzi sprawled out on the couch, giggling uncontrollably and surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

—What the hell is going on in here?— he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Amelie and Rozzi both turned to him, their eyes wide and glassy. —Alex! You’re back!— Amelie said, jumping up and running toward him. —Did you bring food? Oh my god, you’re the best.—

Alex held the bag out of reach, smirking. —You two are high as hell, aren’t you? Jesus, Rozzi, you’re supposed to be the responsible one.—

Rozzi shrugged, grinning unapologetically. —What can I say? It was a creative session. And don’t act like you’re not used to this by now.—

Alex sighed, shaking his head as he handed over the bag. —You’re lucky I love you both. But next time, try not to write an entire album while you’re stoned, okay?—

Amelie laughed, grabbing the bag and pulling out a sandwich. —No promises. Now shut up and let us eat. We’re starving.—

As they all sat down to eat, the notebook with the half-finished lyrics sat on the coffee table, a testament to the chaotic, hilarious, and unexpectedly productive day they’d had.

[vanpalmerenthusiast]

thank you for the tag this is super fun!! we all need a group yellowjackets geek out session baddddd

honestly this is really hard to pick between, because there are so many things that have happened pointing both ways, but i’m gonna go with rational. i think with yellowjackets it gets to a point where our girls become unreliable narrators, especially from lottie or shauna’s povs. and i think many of them want to have some supernatural explanation for why they’re all acting the way they are out there, but really it’s all in their heads. i just feel like it would be so ironic to find out that the symbols really didn’t mean anything, or there were never any spirits listening to them, and they truly just all went fucking crazy!!

2. omg this is also so hard because i love them all 😞😞 for teen timeline im gonna have to go with van (we all saw that coming) because i just adore the way liv hewson plays her, and since my first watch i felt so connected to her character, i just love her with my whole heart. and favorite adult timeline character, i gotta say my girl misty, i love her crazy ass she’s just like snorting peoples cocaine and committing manslaughter

3. super hard to choose between jackie’s cannibalism scene with “climbing up the walls” by radiohead or when they’re bringing back dead javi and “zombie” by the cranberries plays. i’ll say “zombie” just because of like the pure joy i felt when i heard the first chords of the song play, it went perfectly with that scene and i love the cranberries like crazy, i had the same reaction when they played “dreams” in the first season

4. taivan next question

5. probably doomcoming (ep 9 szn 1), blood hive (ep 5 szn 1), or storytelling (ep 9 szn 2). i have so many more i want to pick this is SO DIFFICULT

6. i want it to be someone that nobody expected, like taissa, van, akilah, even melissa or gen (if they make it that far). all the lottie, nat and shauna theories are great, but it this is really set in the last winter (and not a hallucination of it being winter) then they’ll have moved on from nat being the leader, and probably shauna too. i also like the theory that the antler queen is the biggest mourner of whoever died, and it changes with every kill.

7. i also have so many options for this one, but my top three are the bacchanal feast during the cannibalism of jackie- hunger, pretty dresses, RADIOHEAD, it has everything. next is definitely natalie’s death scene, even though it makes me cry every time. i love love love when she’s on the plane with her younger self, javi, and especially when lottie puts her hand on natalie’s heart like THE WRITERS WERE COOKING HERE!! and then the first taivan sex scene, because when tai takes off vans mask and calls her beautiful and van does that little giggle like guys you’re so fucking cute do you want me to die 😭 also i love the fact that all the other girls are sacrificing travis to the wilderness and they’re just in the woods somewhere eating each other out. peak lesbianism if i’ve ever seen it.

8. that the pit girl scene is really set during the spring/summer (season 3), and that they’re no longer killing people because they have to, but because they want to. pit girl’s death being in the winter is just what they’re convincing themselves is happening, that they’re killing her out of necessity when really, they have enough game and enough food- they’ve all just become attuned something primal and horrifying out there that none of them really want to accept.

9. shauna. by a mile. i have no coping mechanisms (or the ones i have are just bad), im a d1 yearner, and the homoerotic friendships have definitely gotten the best of me x. i think the only reason that shauna isn’t my favorite yj character is because she reminds me of myself so much. i’m also super jackie core because i’m a femme lesbian who would 1000% be the first to get cannibalized given my plane crashed in the canadian rockies.

10. i feel like i haven’t done anything CRAZY, per se, i just like hyperfixate over it a crazy amount. i’m always trying to convince everyone to watch it, i do not stop talking about it, i’ve been watching it on repeat FOREVER- i think the craziest thing i’ve done is just be insufferably fucking annoying over it.

11. i don’t hate jeff. he’s like not a terrible guy 😭 and although i don’t ship him and shauna at all, you can’t deny how much that man loved her. he was willing to go to jail for the murder of the guy she cheated on him with, for christs sake!! everything he did on that show was for shauna, and for callie. he’s a family man and a girl dad at heart and we can’t hate him for that!!

no pressure tags: @cassioo @dearanhedonia @fearsomeandwrong @jackiespurnell @stqrca @rileyhartsbf @redcherrypies @natsboygirlfriend @starsandgoodness and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate!!

Starting a Yellowjackets tag!

I want to get my mind off of things so: If you want, answer any or all of the questions below and tag 10 people (or however many you want) who also might want to share! I would love to see what you guys have to say!

1. Are you team Rational or Supernatural?

2. Who is your favorite teen timeline character? Favorite adult timeline character?

3. What is your favorite needledrop?

4. What is your favorite ship?

5. What is your favorite episode?

6. Who do you want the Antler Queen to be?

7. What is your favorite scene in the entire series?

8. A theory or prediction you have about Season 3?

9. Which character do you relate to the most, and why?

10. What is the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of Yellowjackets?

Bonus:

11. What’s your most controversial Yellowjackets take?

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Here’s mine!

1. I am mostly Team Rational because I love the way this show depicts trauma but I also love seeing the supernatural side of things through the survivors’ eyes if that makes sense.

2. Natalie in the teen timeline because I love her compassion and softness underneath the front she puts on. Lottie in the adult timeline because I love her internal battle with herself and how afraid she is of her own mind. Misty is a close second in the adult timeline!

3. “Cornflake Girl” playing while Nat sees the mossy tree for the first time, Callie seeing the Adam Martin driver’s license in the barbecue, and Shauna eating Jackie’s ear. It just goes so perfectly with everything that’s going on (especially the elevated piano while Nat and Travis are scaling the mountain and the lyrics while Shauna takes the bite!)

4. LottieNat is my favorite ship I can’t help it Nat and Lottie are my favorite characters so having them together is a dream (TaiVan, JackieShauna, and TravNat are up there, too).

5. 1x09 “Doomcoming” is just amazing and captures everything I love about Yellowjackets. I love when they let the girls go batshit crazy, hoping we get more Doomcoming vibes in S3.

6. I want the Antler Queen to be Natalie because that would show a true descent for her in the Wilderness from being the most morally grounded one to the leader of the group at their most unhinged and primal. But honestly I think that Shauna might be the AQ after all…

7. I think the Jackie-eating scene is the best in the entire show. The “Climbing Up the Walls” song choice, the bacchanal feast flashes as a way of coping with the horror of what they’re doing, seeing them go fully feral for the first time, it’s such a well crafted scene.

8. I know this probably won’t happen but I’m just going to throw it out there that Cabin Daughter is alive and she will be revealed to have been Javi’s “friend”!

9. I relate to Shauna the most because I also admittedly have a bit of an obsessive/intense personality and I, too, internalize my emotions to a very unhealthy degree sometimes. I also grew up being in love with my childhood best friend who is very, very much like Jackie (and now we have been dating for 7 years!)

10. Mine is a mix of going to a Yellowjackets panel and sitting like 5 feet from the showrunners, doing everything in my power to score early screening tickets to Heretic and Companion, and pretending I was sick so I could go home early from work the day that the S3 trailer came out.

11. The male characters on this show get too much hate🫢 I like Travis, Jeff, Kevyn, and Walter (even though his introduction and storyline are rushed and forced). I don’t like them more than the female characters, but I like them nevertheless and appreciate their contributions to the plot.

No pressure tags! (I’m tagging 15 bc I feel like it) @before-it-felt-like-a-sin @baked-potatoes-rule @jackiesnats @deerest-deer @whodoesnataliehave @stilllsage @fairytwles @glitterfairy-21225 @lesbianforlottie @tr4vnat @lauraleetaylor @cassioo @natsboygirlfriend @soapyjackets @pinkkkkat @natgf123 +literally anyone else who wants to!

[ivystitches]

why do writers think it’s a good idea for the superpowered characters to lose their powers in the superpower show what part of that is fun