#and what does ‘drink a little with love’ even mean 😳

[littlemut]

why is there some gay fanfic on my vitamin water??

[pupyuj]

we need more gf yujin... Mean gf Yujin well kinda cause we all miss babyboy Yujin.

🐝 (new anon)

i see the word “babyboy” and that’s all i focus on 😭 just realized i haven’t posted a drabble in a while so i’ll take a look in my asks and see if anything else catches my eye 🤓 (my neglected asks in the drafts r crying rn) n e ways welcome 🐝 anon! 💕💓

p.s. sub top yujin save me—

babyboy yujinnie dating older!reader… a wild puppy has been tamed! 😭 her friends are the first to notice that yujin doesn’t behave the same around you as she did with her previous partners! perhaps even tho that two of you were dating, she was intimidated by your maturity and how wise you were but really she was just whipped as fuck! whipped to the point of literally worshipping you? well yes! 🤤 she’d try to be as serious as you are but ultimately end up failing bcs you told her that you like it better when she’s silly, aka herself 🥴🥴

don’t be fooled though! as willing as she is to drop on her knees and do anything and everything for you, babyboy still tops 🤭🤭 she has this obsession with being your most perfect pet! making sure to memorize every inch of your body and find out which parts make you moan her name the sweetest, or the loudest… 😳 fucking you gets her rlly turned and by the time you’re shaking bcs she’s given you your sixth orgasm of the night, yujinnie would be so, so drenched but she ignores her own needs bcs all she wants to do is hear her name fall from your lips, feel your nails ruin her scalp, scratch at her arms, and hold her hand 🥺

and don’t get me started on pussy drunk babyboy yujin that finds all the right opportunities to eat you out wherever the two of you are! in your office? check. at some parking lot in the back of her car? check. a random bathroom stall? check. a private booth in an unnecessarily lavish restaurant? hell yes, check 😵‍💫 yujinnie knows how to ask nicely and that’s what she does 98% of the time bcs not only is your pleasure important to her but also your comfort 🥺 however… when her feelings are too strong, she simply just puts her hand in between your legs and start kissing your neck.. she knows it was a weakness, and her lips spread into a shit-eating grin every time it works 🙄💕

and those big puppy eyes of hers that she stares at you with as silently asking for permission every time she’s ‘hungry’?? they look 1000% better when they’re looking at you from in between your legs! 😍 yujin’s heart skipping several beats as she looked at your expressions while she does her work with her tongue.. she’s making you feel so good and she’s so proud of herself! 🥺💓 every time you praise her, she just wants more.. and so she gets better and better the longer she eats you out… not stopping even when your voice was all hoarse from screaming her name..

yujin doesn’t actually care if you crush her head with your thighs or suffocate her by pushing her face so close to your pussy that she almost can’t breathe.. it was the perfect way to die! 🤭 she only stops when you’ve tapped out, or told her to stop, or when she knows you’ve had enough.. but even then she’d give your pussy little kitten licks just to tease you bcs she loves hearing your whines since you get so sensitive 🥺🥺 ah and she works so hard drinking up all your cum, finding your taste as delicious as her favorite sweets, perhaps even better 😵‍💫💓

[newkatzkafe2023]

B**ch I Just found out about the Jéssica Rabbit ask and now I'm wondering... How the f*ck no one yet asked for a Wukongs X (Y/N) Morticia Addams X Gomes Addams??? (Anjelica Huston & Raul Julia incarnation)

I mean It literally! Can you imagine? Wukong don't have only one hot goth-horror partner but **two** goth-horror hot partnets! They are teasing, they are flirting, they are romantic! I mean, HOW woul the Wukongs react with such intense affection from two people at the same time?

Oh boi NONE of Buddha's Forced Teachings will ever prepare him for the BI-PANIC he will receive From both😳🤯

(Lmk Wukong) Noooooooooo because you right he Fairly survives you, but now he has to deal with your boyfriend Gomez!!! the man would Romance Circles around him!!!! Gomez will have many pet names for him in many languages, and you would translate so he would understand. Then don't get me started on the cuddle parties as you would purr in a gentle tone, and Gomez would kiss him on his paw and up his arm. If it wasn't for his immortality, Wukong would be dead by now for all you guys teasing.

(HIB Wukong) WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM?!?!?😆 he would have met you after the fight with Hun Dun and his army, and what got his attention was that you caught Luier when he was knocked off the cliff. You ask him, "Is this little boy yours dear?? Which he was grateful for and said yes, but then he noticed that silly girl was missing, and that's when your boyfriend at the time, Gomez, stepped in, holding silly girl Securely in his arms. Wukong was grateful to both of you but wondered what both your attentions were, and he was quick to learn them. He didn't expect Gomez to flirt and attack him with nicknames while receiving cuddles and weird gifts from you. Oh man, This was a trap wasn't it😮

(NR Wukong) He still refuses to this day to admit that Gomez had him blushing a lot. He was flirting with you at a club first as you were a hot goth lady. He was trying to woo you over, but a few minutes later, a just as hot goth man came and out flirts him speechless. Then you introduce Gomez, your boyfriend, to him, and you both flirt and romance him with drinks and pet names, and you have then have the nerve to tease him. Man, he did not expect any of this tonight, and he's now wondering if this was a good idea in of itself.

(MKR Wukong) You and Gomez would be his to hot goth cheerleaders, always cheering him on in his battles. The two of you would even join him in the fight to aid him and offer assistance since he couldn't be having fun by himself😆. He normally expects affection from you, but then comes Gomez, your boyfriend, and he was head over heels in love with Wukong. Wukong was buffering terribly as Gomez didn't waste time romancing him, which he didn't expect. He would be in so much unknown territory that it wouldn't be funny anymore.

(Netflix Wukong) He doesn't know how any of this happened. I mean, he tends to get into all sorts of trouble, but none of it ever lends him to really hot goth. Slightly-older demons. Wukong would at first bask in your attention and care as he should. Then he goes and meets your just as hot boyfriend Gomez, and he's back to being confused and wondering if you were some kind of honey trap. In the end, he had 2 for the price of one as you and Gomez romance, teasing and smothering him in love.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🌹🗡

[justcallmesakira]

Bsd men with a childish s/o part 2!

Sypnosis: Bsd men with a very silly and goofy s/o with ranpo, akutagawa and nikolai! Genre: Lowkey fluff, crack

Warnings: poisoning with peanuts, sliding down a metal Rollercoaster railing, implied doxxing a Mexican kid, blasting, teeth 😇

A/N: Okay so my last post got loads of likes so I decided to do a part 2 because why not? I don't think I will do part 3 but you can request if you want..?

Ranpo-

Wow... look two autistic lovers challenging each other who can eat the most sweets without getting cavity!

You one time tried stealing his candies,, so he kept you in those childrens tents filled with colorful balls😧😧😧 yk those silly cages made for children so they think they are meant to have fun?

Nahh fukuzawa gunna call the CPS

If you think he will be all sweet with you.... No shit bro your in for a ride, AND I MEAN A LITTERAL RIDE-

"uhh ranpo I don't think we should use a Rollercoaster as a slide" "shut up you kid! Sliding not a crime xD"

Two grown up adults found sliding down a roller coasters rail

BRO let the news reporter have a break 😭

He's kinda like dazai but a bit more childish with you (awh how cute...)

One time he tried to play with a kid on the sandbox but he refused so you came and gaslighted the kid to eat a peanut butter lollipop 🍭🥜

Turns out the kid had allergy to nuts

Kid: AUGHHH AGUH AGHGh AEEEEUGHH you: :3 Ranpo: god must be happy

FAMILY GUY Reference??? YES

And so two totally romantic lovers go on a journey to poison little kids!

Hohoho if aomeone bullies you he's gonna go "Hello (first name) (middle name) (last name) who lives in (full address) and was born in (birth hospital)" on that Mexican kid who tried to bully you

That's hot😋😳🤭

One time you lost your left glove in the winter so he took your left hand and slid it in his gloved hand

YES THAT'S POSSIBLE I DID THAT TO MY hopeless romantic ass Self!!!!

Akutagawa-

....

How did you get him to date you bro 😀

He does not even understand what wrong with you so he always has be the one saving your ass during a mission just in cas3

OH it's not for your protection.... It's him protecting the building so you don't blow it up

😁😁😁

You know how he goes ◉ - ◉ sometimes? That's exactly how he questions your silly antics

"I can't wait for the tooth fairy to come for the teeth under my bed!" "◉-◉" higuchi: you are too old for fallen tooth what are you sa-- Y/N WHO'S TOOTH IS THA--"

He only glared at higuchi telling her to not question it with you behind him ":3"

Sometimes you play with his rashoumon by putting make up on it

Idkdontaskmehowyoudidthat-

"sir we bombed up the plac-" "good" 💁‍♀️💄👹---🧑

GUYS THE DEMON IS THE RASOUMON AND DON'T QUESTION IT

If anything akutagawa is questioning why he has to keep you in a children's daycare

BRO give him a break-

When dazai met you and you two had matching energy he was just staring at you two with respect... He felt a bit felt out though

HUG HIM RIGHT NOW👿

Other then that he tries to understand you and protect you from danger because of your goof :)

Nikolai-

This is gonna get messy.... 😨

Honestly you have matching energy butttttt- BONUS POINTS IF YOU ARE A TERRORIST WHO Goes >:3 WHILE BLOWING UP A BUILDING-

Fyodor is questioning his life choices because you two acCidENtaLly burned his kitchen

"Damn.... It's 7 am..." Fyodor said calmly as he saw his only house burn down

Your gonna become his pretty assistant in his circus or sth🤡

Anyways you know those bumper cars? You two ride those and bump each other with it causing a friction and blasting the whole place

He will let you lay on his thi- I mean lap if you are too tired but don't be surprised to wake up with pigtails and heavy makeup :>

NIKO I love you but if you do that... Things are gonna get way messier😊😊😊

If

If you want anything he Wil just open up his portal and bring

"oioioioi koala (the name you gave him because of kolya) I want to drink shrimp and lollipop soda" *opens up portal and takes out a golden can* "here you go! :3" "Oh tank yew :3"

Totally sane and normal!!

Yes you call him koala instead of kolya but he always goes 😳🤭

I would too bbg wann-

Overall I think it's sort of good to be cheerful I mean at least you get too get away with his pranks (slightly)

Just make sure he doesnt sigma 3 breakdown hair you

A/N: I know this wasn't good but I am not in the mood to write yk--so sorry it's not funny or anything anyways I am not sure whether I WI will write part 3 or not

Tag: @silverbladexyz

Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!

[the-kr8tor]

Hobie but he's actually working a bar with the most disgruntled look on his face before you come in and suddenly he's all smiles.

Now he doesn't know you, not fully. And he's never been into the classic ideas of romance. But maybe your eyes just shine a bit too bright when he speaks to you, maybe your smile just draws him a bit more in every time you give him the opportunity to see it, maybe just maybe your presence lights up his world soul and mind all the more. There's something to the way you laugh that he's become enamored in, and he makes sure to act as goofy as he can just to hear it more.

He, on your side, looks so handsome. A black button up that's never fully closed, his pants full of patches that are practically peeling off. In a way you wonder if you'd let him fix them back up, sew your own patches on and press kisses to his gorgeous face. The way he looks and seems so smart despite everything, his humour, the way he speaks and everything makes him so alluring. Because he's confident and yet you touch his hand when he hands you your drink and suddenly he can't breathe.

At first you'd come to this place specifically for the music and some of the bar food which was rightfully pretty good with whatever you'd be drinking. And yet he made it even better, there was something in him that made you want to stay seated on the stools as long as you could. You'd stay until it was time to close and even then, he wouldn't even dare to kick you out. Not when you dressed so pretty and looked at him so warmly while making small talk. Hell he despises small talk but when it falls from your lips it's the most interesting thing he's heard.

His voice is nice and smooth, there's almost no rough edges when you get to know Hobie a bit. The further you go along and the more you learn about his hobbies and likes and interests. He's invested in the future, his and everyone else's. He believes in justice through any means if it makes people feel safer at the end of the day. He's passionate, in what he believes in but especially in and with you. There's a sparkle in his eyes when you seem so interested in what he says and that spurs him on. Hobie feels stupid sometimes with how much you're letting him speak but he can't stop himself. Yet he's still somehow waiting for the other shoe to drop, hell maybe you don't even like him that way and you're just an overly nice regular. There's always this deep worry within him that everyone leaves, everyone will and everyone does. But he doesn't end up finding that in you, you stay and you smile. You continue the conversations and you keep coming back around and sticking your nose in his business whether you mean to or not. He can't mind it, in reality he just hopes that he's enough as to where you'll both find a mutual connection, that you'll stay and it wouldn't even have to be romantic because he just feels safe around you. And you feel safe around him.

-🪦

The button up shirt that's never fully buttoned on 🥴😳 I'm thinking abt it real hard

Qisnowjde they both have a crush on each other!!!!! This au reminds me sm of the series sweetbitter (i think that's the name)

Imagine watching him do all the bar tender tricks while you're slowly sipping your drink that you always make it last just so you can stay a little longer

Or or the one time you make it to closing time and he walks you to your car 😍😍

This reads like a love letter to Hobie and I love it ❤��❤️❤️

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Here ye, hear ye! I do declare I headcanon

Hobie ALWAYS smells good asf

Without exception.

It's something you can always notice, because every day he smells slightly different. But always good.

It's on purpose.

I mean, look at all his accessories and clothes - he probably has a nightstand piled high with spiked bracelets and studded chokers and silver rings. And right next to his accessories - is his cologne collection.

Some bottles are older, half filled bottles of vintage finds he loves. Others are newer, fancier - ones knicked from high end shops. If he smells it, and likes it, he takes it.

His favorite are the woody, smoky, spiced smells. Like sandalwood or cognac. Things that smell like shag carpets and roaring fireplaces.

Sometimes he may be in the mood for something a bit sweeter, so sometimes he'll of dark chocolate, or maple syrup, or chai.

The most common ones are surprisingly fruity.

Hobie often smells of cherries. Dark, deep maroon cherries, the kind with sweet dark juice. Others, on more playful days - green apple, a little bit tart but still fresh.

I Hc he likes candy too, and is constantly popping jolly ranchers. Sometimes you can hear it when he's eating one, the quiet clacking of it - and the faint scent of blue raspberry, or super sweet watermelon.

When it comes to Spider Senses, I like to think Hobie is a sensory seeker.

He likes loud music and big speakers and heavy, layered clothes. He's likes strong sounds and scents, bright colors, and interesting textures. And cologne is one of his favorite parts of an outfit -

Cause he does consider it just that - apart of the outfit. Don't let Mr.'Cool This Whole Time' fool you - he thinks about outfits. Hobie really enjoys putting them together.

He's actually into fashion - just not in the industrial consumerist way most assume. But he still loves matching pieces, making them, putting together fits. And he never leaves the house without some fragrance.

It REALLY adds to the appeal.

Diane's trying to talk to him about work when they first meet and she's already nervous

and then she's can't help but notice and be like 'oh- WOW, you smell good. Heh. wOW. Sorry. Sorry. I just did not expect you to smell like cherry blossoms-'

'....thanks-'

'oh goodness, wait a minute, that's not it. I - I don't even think I could place that scent-'

She's standing there in the middle of the hall smelling Hobie - train of thought derailed the tracks and rolling down a mountainside, Miguel's work forgotten

Hobie goes 'its jasmine, really. Jasmine and saffron'

Diane's like 'JASMINE AND SAFFRON??? Boy. whatchu know about some Jasmine Saffron!'

Cause how dare he. How dare he be that fine. It's not okay. How can she live her life in these conditions?

She goes to tell Margo like 'Girl!! Did you know Hobie wears cologne?!' and Margo is like

'... Sis I'm not even physically here what makes you think I can smell'

Even Miguel notices after a while.

It's a group meeting, and he's lost in thought as he rambles off another plan, pacing back and forth.

He stops suddenly when something comes to mind.

'Who's that? Whereas that smell coming from? It smells like Horchata in here. Who was drinking Horchata??'

Cause if someone was drinking Horchata he wants some. Undebatable.

Half the room is like what the hell is Horchata???

Miguel's like 'it's cinnamon and rice and vanilla - it's a Mexican drink, alright. WHO WAS DRINKING IT.'

Hobie raises his hand and Miguel's like 'Not now, Brown. We're talking about something important.'

Hobies like 'Bruv it's me. I ain't drink it I just smell like it-'

Of course Miguel is calling bullshit cause he's sure Hobie is fucking with him until he goes over and Miguel's thinking 'oh fuck he does 😳🤨 que diablos???'

But he just looks down at Hobies smug ass face and he's like '.... As you were, 138.' before trying to act like nothing ever happened 😭😭

I think to think Hobie Brown is just That Smooth

The good looks ain't by accident he is BROKE, PUNK, and HIGH MAINTENANCE

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Hi!!

Can you please write a fic about the golden oldie of one bed in a hotel room with wanda maximoff and venom reader? I miss enemies to lovers 😭

Hell yeah I can!

Hotel Room hell

Summary: You and Wanda are sent on a mission together but you don't get along, and when a woman tries flirting with you she needs to confront her feelings, or does she? Maybe she'll just play with you instead

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, terribly written smut, oral (W receiving) swearing, etc

Words: 5,300 (Got way too carried away 😳😂)

A/n: this has been finished for 2 days but I kept reading and changing things so let’s hope for the best lol

"I'm sorry ma'am but there's only one room left” the poor hotel receptionist repeated for the 3rd time to an angry redhead "I can't stay with her in the same room, we don't get along"

"She doesn't like us does she?" Venom said in your head and you just shrugged

"We'll be in different beds Wanda whats the big deal? You tried calming the situation down, you didn't really like her either but you were tired and all you wanted to do was sleep

More bad news incoming "oh actually the room only has a king bed available" this poor front desk person

"One room and one bed?! This is ridiculous!" You didn't say this often but Wanda was acting like a Karen right now "Wanda it's fine I'll sleep on the couch"

That seemed to calm the stressed redhead and she grabbed the key from the desk storming up to the room leaving you to deal with the woman "I'm so sorry about her she's normally really nice"

She laughed "trust me we get many characters around here, she's not even the worst I've had today, thank you for trying to help though"

"She is flirting with us! We need to ask her out! You have been very lonely recently!"

You forced a smile ignoring that insult from your symbiote and looked back to the woman who asked you a question and waited for your response "sorry? Did you ask me something?"

"I asked you if you were dating your friend?"

You shook your head "no no we don't like each other"

"Then why stay at a hotel? Seems a little odd" she laughed and you laughed with her, she was right but when Tony Stark gives you an order you have to listen apparently "trust me I know" you laughed with her

"So if you're not dating her, does that mean you're free tonight then?" She was asking you out, oh wow okay

"Oh yeah, yeah sure I'm free, do you have anything in mind?" You stumbling over your words and blushing hard was the cutest thing she'd ever seen even if you yourself felt yourself getting stressed

"A drink at the bar maybe?" She said and you nodded "absolutely, when do you get off?" Feeling confident you lent close on the desk leaning your head on your arm and she did the same smirking "isn't it a little too soon to ask when I get off?"

"Is she talking about what I think she's talking about?! I may be an alien but I recognise flirtatious attitude!"

Scratching your head to calm the irritation known as Venom you coughed trying to wet your dry throat, you won't be embarrassed

"Well maybe I'm just trying to time our date, knowing when you get off helps me decide the correct time" that didn't sound as good as you thought it did and both of you knew it but she decided not to hold it against you "I finish at 7, I'll see you at the bar, order me a pornstar martini"

"Pornstar martini? Sounds interesting"

"It's delicious, who doesn't love a pornstar?"

You laughed, god she was funny and hot, what a great combination "you got me there, okay I'll see you at 7" you went to leave but her hand grabbed your arm pulling you close and she gave you a kiss on the cheek "see you then"

Walking to the room with a smile on your face you went to open the door but you were stopped by black tentacles claiming your hand "what are you doing?"

"I feel tension inside and I do not think we should be going inside until Wanda has calmed down"

You huffed "you're being dramatic, we know she hates us what's the point?"

Ignoring very real instinct of Venom you opened the door barley surviving a thrown lamp thanks to Venom catching it in one of their tentacles

"Wanda what the fuck?! This place is expensive you can't be throwing shit around!"

You looked at Wanda seeing red swirls all around her body, okay she was definitely angry "where were you" she said sternly making Venom growl in a defensive state, they didn't like being told off

"I was talking to the front desk woman-

"She asked you out" she interrupted you and you had to hold back from letting Venom out "okay and? She's hot"

Wanda scoffed "oh so you'll just fuck anything that shows you attention huh? You should've been a man because you just think with your dick"

You just stood there dumbfounded, even Venom was speechless "what the hell are you talking about? Why are you acting like a jealous ex girlfriend?"

The witch stood up and stormed into the bathroom slamming the door "we're on a mission! You need to be focused, not staring at a blonde bimbo's chest!"

"I was not staring at her chest! I'm a lady!"

The silence on the other side of the door was deafening and you weren't sure on what to do

"I believe she may still be mad at us, should we do anything?"

You lowered your voice "and risk being murdered in a nice hotel room? No let's just go to the pool" picking out a bikini from your suitcase you headed down to the pool.

When you got there, you realised something "Can you swim?" You whispered to yourself and waited for the alien's response

"Yes I can swim, I was the fastest swimmer on my planet I won plenty of awards!"

You rolled your eyes "you know you don't have to continue talking, you could've just stopped at yes I can swim-

"Who you talking to stranger?" It was the woman from the front desk "oh hi, no one I'm just thinking about how to say sorry to Wanda"

She sat down on a sun lounger bringing you with her and you flopped down with her "honey I don't think you need to apologise to her, she doesn’t like you”

You shrugged "she got stuck with me on this....business trip so I owe it to her to behave"

"She wants us! Quick kiss her!"

Your hand reached to rub at your head calming down the incoming headache “anyway enough about Wanda, I thought you didn’t finish work until later?”

She shrugged “well I saw you coming to the pool and got someone to cover for me, do you want to go swimming?"

You did but you weren't sure, after Wanda's outburst she was definitely watching you, you thought you could even feel her eyes on you "I don't know..."

"Come on, I bet you look so hot in your bikini" she purred at you making you fault a little "oh er yeah, sure okay let me go change" you got up a little to quick nearly stumbling but froze when you felt a pair of hands steady your legs "hold on darling, seems like you need some help"

Her laugh was fun, you even managed to not notice her hands sliding up and down your legs rubbing circles into them

"Ah Y/n I believe we should stop because I feel some eyes on us that are angry"

You ignored the voice and in about 10 seconds you'll really wish you would've listened "so, how about my offer of swimming?"

"Ye-

"Y/n what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Ah fuck me" you whispered pushing yourself away from the woman and turning around to Wanda storming towards you "Wanda I-

"Get back to the room now!" She was angry that much was easy to see but you didn't know why, why was she acting like this?

"Wanda I don't know what the problem is-

"Ahhh! Y/n she's in our mind!"

You felt yourself getting dizzy walking away and falling into the pool spluttering and failing to stay afloat "oh Y/n you're so clumsy now come on you need to stay in the room while we're here"

She pulled you out of the water and pushed past the woman trying to have her way with you dragging you to the room and throwing you inside "we're here for a mission! Not to be a whore!"

"Dude, are you on your period or something?? What have I done? I know we don't like each other but you need to chill out"

Wanda hasn't looked at you yet, all she did was pace around the room "I-i'm sorry I don't know what came over me, it just pissed me off seeing you flirt with that bimbo because she doesn't deserve you"

"She is being quite confusing Y/n I believe it may be a trick"

You couldn't even think of what to say, did she just say someone didn't deserve you? "Wanda" she ignored you "Wanda look at me"

She looked up at you "I'm right, she just wanted to sleep with you"

You shrugged "and? What is this, the 1800s? I'm allowed to sleep with someone"

"Well I don't like it!"

"I'm getting a headache Wanda just say what you truly feel and let me and venom go to sleep"

Wanda scoffed "that's another thing, venom, venom this venom that, it's a parasite! Bruce could've gotten rid of it for you, you'd be normal but no you want to keep it so you can feel special, news flash! You're a mess and when you come in at 4am covered in blood and collapsing on the floor I'm the one picking you up and putting you in bed!"

That's how you get to bed? You don't even remember going out and killing people in the first place, does Venom know?

You lowered your head "do you know about this?"

The symbiote remained quiet so you asked again

"Venom answer me do you go out and then come back covered in blood and making a mess everywhere?"

"Well when you are asleep I can go outside and be my true self"

Your face drained of colour, oh god is that why you couldn't sleep much? "Venom come on dude! Why do you have to keep going out and killing?! I get you live chickens to eat"

Venom remained quiet so you looked back to Wanda "Wanda I-

She held her hand up stopping you "doesn't matter Y/n, go back to your "date""

Before you could respond Wanda was already back into the bathroom, her favourite place to be it seems

"Are you mad at me?" they whispered and you held yourself back from smacking yourself in the head knowing while it would hurt them it would hurt you more

"Yes but it'll pass, I need a lie down"

"What about the attractive blonde woman downstairs?"

You rolled your eyes "I don't want to sleep with anyone right now"

you lay down on the couch closing your eyes just wanting to go back home, but no, Tony wants you both to kill some people and take some important files or something you weren't actually paying attention, he only wanted you to go because of the alien inside of you

"You are thinking very loudly Y/n"

''Well I have a lot on my mind don’t I Venom?”

Before you could finish the bathroom door opened and Wanda came out “do you have anything to say?”

You looked towards her with your eyebrows raised "what do you mean?"

"After all the shit I do for you you owe me a apology" she came towards you and you instantly jumped up backing away from her making her laugh "are you scared of me?"

"When you stalk towards me asking for an apology it's a little scary yeah"

Wanda glanced behind you "and does Venom think I'm scary too?"

You hadn't noticed the black tentacles sprouting from your back in a defensive stance and then you suddenly heard the low growling coming from inside you

"Venom relax, it's okay I promise we're fine" the growling stopped and the tentacles retracted back into your body

"You still owe me an apology" she repeated and you rolled your eyes "can't we just get along for 10 minutes?"

"No, but I'll leave it for now, we should go to sleep we have an early day tomorrow" she turned her back to you starting to remove her top and you gasped "what are you doing??"

She turned her head to you "getting dressed for bed?"

"B-but can't you do that in the bathroom?" You stumbled over your words blushing and Wanda rolled her eyes "we have the same body anatomy Y/n there's nothing wrong with seeing me naked"

"Is this flirting? If she's removing her clothes that means she wants us correct?"

You shook your head "I-okay" you mumbled casting your gaze to the floor where Wanda's shirt then her bra ended up, Wanda smirked knowing exactly how you were feeling and while she hated you she would like to have a little fun

"You know since we’re here can you look at something for me?” You thought nothing of it and looked up immediately regretting it when you were faced with her chest “Wanda!”

“What? You wanted to help me correct?” She smirked and you closed your eyes “Wanda this isn’t appropriate, we don’t like each other and I don’t feel comfortable”

She rolled her eyes lifting your chin up but you still refused to open your eyes “malen'kiy I’ve been inside your head, you may hate me and I hate you but the images you think of when you think you’re alone are just delightful”

“Really?” You replied and Wanda’s smile dropped pushing you to the ground

“You’re a creep Y/n I’ve never been in your head because that stupid parasite stops any interaction from me, but now I know, you keep those disgusting images to yourself” still not opening your eyes you heard her slam the bathroom door again, Jesus that doors seen more action than you in months

“Y/n I believe she has left and we can open our eyes now”

You slowly opened your eyes and were met with Venom’s face too and you flinched “god I’ll never get over actually seeing your face”

“Because it is so beautiful”

You grimaced “hmm sure let’s go with that” you stood up drying yourself down and sitting on the bed “well I’m getting changed before she comes back out and beats me for looking at her wrong”

You quickly changed and got under the covers awaiting the angry witches return

“Oh so the couch isn’t good enough anymore?” Those were her first words exiting the bathroom dressed in a shirt and her underwear getting under the covers and placing a pillow between you both as some kind of wall of protection

“Don’t you dare touch me or I’ll tear your body from the inside out with my magic”

Rolling your eyes “please Wanda stop trying to turn me on I won’t be able to control myself if you keep teasing me”

“Keep your parasite at bay too”

Low growls from said parasite left your body and you shushed them “I promise they won’t do anything, even they have standards” you snapped back, closing your eyes you hoped to fall asleep quickly and you did

Through the night you were in and out of sleep waking up at one point and the pillow was gone removed by Venom

“What are you doing???” You whispered

“She is thinking of us”

You peeked a look at Wanda “she isn’t, she’s not angry”

“She is muttering your name and whimpering”

You scoffed turning over facing away from her “you’re being ridiculous Venom, she wouldn’t be whimpering about us, she’d be laughing and happy because she’s probably stabbing us”

Your whispering woke Wanda up and before she could shout she noticed the pillow gone and you muttering to that alien when you turned around you stopped talking and sat up quickly

“Sorry Wanda I didn’t mean to wake you, I didn’t move the pillow venom did and I’ve shouted at them already-

“Oh shut up” she kissed you to shut you up and you blushed hard pulling away but Wanda’s hand gripped the back of your neck keeping you in place

“I still hate you” she breathed out kissing you again sitting you both up and eventually pulling away leaving you speechless “I’m so confused”

“I’ll keep it simple Y/n, I hate you, you hate me, we’re here in this bed and I’ve not had sex in 7 months, even then Vision wasn’t the best in bed so I need to get it out of my system”

While she was talking she’d taken her shirt off and straddled you and went to kiss your neck but you finally regained some form of control placing your hands on her shoulders stopping her “Wanda wait this isn’t right, can’t we go back to hating each other properly?”

The witch shook her head giggling “oh princess you want me too, I know it now, tell me how does the parasite help you in sex?”

You couldn’t believe what was happening, this feels like something out of bad comedy love movie

“I don’t know, they only come out when scared or excited”

Wanda licked her lips smiling “excited? I can get them really excited”

“Y/n is this a trick? I feel like this is a trick”

You shrugged “I think she’s serious, just stay there until I figure it out”

Wanda watched the interaction rolling her eyes “I’m very serious Y/n” she pulled you back into another kiss starting to move her hips on your thigh but you put a stop to that grabbing her hips pausing her and pulling away “no, no Wanda I don’t feel right about it”

“Tell her you’ve never been intimate with another person”

Venom said and you shook your head refusing to tell Wanda about you never sleeping with anyone, unbeknownst to you Wanda knew, Venom couldn’t keep her out when you were sleeping

“It’s okay Y/n I know you’ve never had sex, and I can’t wait to ruin you for anyone else”

You gulped unable to say anything instead letting Wanda kiss down your neck and removing your shirt pulling away and admiring your chest noticing the metal bars “nipple piercings? What a naughty girl, do you have any other piercings?”

You shook your head not wanting to say something to ruin this beautiful yet really strange encounter

She didn’t say a word just leaning down kissing each nipple making you shudder “Wanda I-I don’t think-

She huffed pulling away and rubbing her face “Y/n I just want to fuck the anger out of my body, you’re being really selfish”

“Wanda I’m sorry, it’s just I’m scared that Venom might take over and hurt you”

“I’ll do more than that if she keeps calling me a parasite!” They growled taking over your body a little clawing at Wanda’s hips cutting into her

“Shit, they’ve got some sharp claws there” she laughed a little and you gasped “oh god Wanda I’m sorry!”

“Shush, listen Venom you horrible little clump of mold I need this, now either you let me fuck Y/n or you come out and give me a hand” roughly kissing you she was suddenly flipped onto her back and pushed down into the bed “woah, where did that strength come from?”

“Well Y/n is weak and if you want rough sex then I’m the only one here to give it to you”

Wanda’s eyes glowed red bringing you back to the front “I want to sleep with you, Venom can help but you’re the one who I want to look at.

You nodded “okay”

“You need all the help you can get, I will give you something that will drive Wanda wild”

You opened your mouth revealing Venom’s long tongue poking out licking up the side of the redhead’s face “oh god I didn’t know they had a tongue like that”

Not wasting anymore time you kissed your way down her body leaving marks and saliva in your wake until Wanda grabbed a handful of your hair pulling you to in between her legs

“Get on with it Y/n”

“But I’ve never done it” you said and you felt her pull your hair tighter “doesn’t matter, just fuck me with your tongue”

Venom growled from inside of you gripping her thighs spreading them apart and licking up the arousal that had dripped down and licking over her panties making her groan “fuck Y/n”

Moaning at her taste you ripped her underwear from her body circling her clit with the long tongue enjoying the moans coming from Wanda, god why have you never eaten anyone out before? This is fucking godly.

"So much better than Vision!" She shouted out and you (Venom) growled against her core sending vibrations throughout her whole body making her groan "how about you stop talking and let me do my job"

Thrusting your tongue into Wanda’s tight pussy had her crying out not caring about the other guests in the hotel instead feeling very full and unable to move, your tongue felt like heaven reaching places Wanda couldn't have imagined possible, what else could Venom give you? God Wanda couldn't even think, maybe another day.

Your hands gripped her thighs tighter cutting into the skin again but neither of you cared. You felt Wanda clench around the tongue and you groaned wanting to stay in between her thighs for the rest of your life

"F-fuck I'm gonna cum!" She screamed refusing to let you come for air trying to thrust her hips in time with your tongue but her sloppy movements couldn't keep up with you

"Grab her hips to keep her still! She isn't helping my rhythm!"

Your hands pushed Wanda's hips to the bed doubling down on your efforts with your tongue refusing to let her go, bringing orgasm after orgasm from her juices leaking down her thighs covering your face and the bed

You were so occupied that you didn't hear or feel Wanda try to weakly push you away until a small amount a power sparked your chest pushing you away, you were breathing heavy with Wanda's juices and saliva coating your face

"Wanda?" You climbed back up the bed trailing your fingers up her body liking the way her body twitched with every touch until you reached her face "Wanda are you okay?"

The witch shook her head "are-are you sure y-youre a virgin?"

You laughed "yeah, yeah it was Venom's tongue I was a puppet" Wanda didn't have the energy to respond instead working on her breathing, you turned to the nightstand picking up a small towel wiping your face clean and turning back to the woman surprisingly kissing her, Wanda groaned at the taste of herself enjoying the taste and the way your long tongue wrapped around her own claiming her.

Pulling away the tongue disappeared and you left you with your own small tongue again

"She does taste very good, a little sour but that might be her attitude"

"So what now?" You asked, choosing to laugh at VEnom’s joke later, watching the way Wanda's chest rose and fell in quick succession "seriously? You as a virgin fucking wrecks me with that parasite's long tongue and you have the audacity to ask me 'what now?' Fucking ridiculous Y/n"

She flopped back down onto the bed and you held in a laugh "sorry Wanda, are you okay?"

"Sure, I don't think I'll be walking for a while anyway"

"We treat Wanda like a lady but she will not admit that she loves us? And she still calls me a parasite!"

Wanda sat up in the bed looking towards you "what else can Venom give you?"

That surprised you but you also sat up "er I don't know, the long tongue not enough for you?"

Wanda let out a breathy laugh "it'd be much better than a plastic strap on"

You raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant until Venom spoke up "I cannot give Wanda what she wants, because I don't have any genitalia, I apologise"

You giggled "sorry Wanda Venom doesn't have that or any genitalia"

She sighed "I guess it's for the best, I don't want little alien babies"

You both burst out laughing forgetting how you both feel about each other for the time being "we should probably talk about the mission"

Oh yeah the mission, that was the last thing on your mind right now "I guess so"

Suddenly the door opened and you both nearly jumped until you recognised one of them.

"Well well well, guess I was right telling Tony it's better if we came with you, clearly you two have other things on your mind more important than the mission" she laughed and the other woman came into the room instantly laughing and falling to her knees dramatically

"Holy shit! I knew it! Clint owes $40"

"Natasha this isn't funny” Maria slapped her on the shoulder pushing her to the ground ignoring her giggles and looking back to you both "okay okay we've all had a good laugh now you two get dressed, we've got some intel on the target and need to get there quick"

When Wanda didn't move you held in a giggle and Nat pulled herself off of the floor eyeing Wanda up "don't tell me you can't move...that good?"

Wanda rolled her eyes "jealous Nat?"

The other redhead snorted "please, Maria does things you've never even heard of, I'm a trained assassin and talented ballerina and yet this woman takes me down every time"

She looked very proud of herself while Maria blushed hard "babe please calm down, Wanda why can't you move?"

"It is because of my long tongue isn't it Y/n?"

You gave a small nod in response to Venom and got out of bed to get dressed leaving the poor naked redhead on her own "go on Wanda tell us while she's in the bathroom getting changed"

"You know the parasite she has?" Wanda started

"Sure..." Nat said

"Well it has a long tongue and so Y/n has never had sex so I think they had a talk in her head and then this long tongue appeared from her mouth, way too much saliva though, I thought I was going to drown when she kissed me"

"That's the best of both worlds! A tongue and basically a strap on in 1, Shit Wanda I'm jealous"

Maria rolled her eyes "I thought I did things you've never imagined before?"

Nat kissed her pouting girlfriend "you do baby but that alien has like a 13 inch tongue that's thick too, I'd fucking die"

"I'm still alive over here guys"

"Yeah okay sure, why haven't you moved from the bed?" Nat walked over to the bed holding her hand out for Wanda to take which she didn’t

“Oh come on Wanda it’s not like I’ve never seen you naked, you get crazy at the Christmas party”

Wanda huffed taking Nat’s hand and hosting herself up from the bed leaning into Nat who casually looked over your body “you’ve got so many hickeys and scratches on your thighs and stomach, you look like you’ve been attacked”

“Yeah by an alien” Nat laughed

“Do you remember that you two hate each other?” Maria interjected and Wanda shrugged “I needed to fuck someone who didn’t have a robotic dick or a vanilla attitude”

You came out of the bathroom dressed and looking awkward “there she is, the virgin who managed to paralyse a witch from the waist down” Nat congratulated you while Wanda tried pulling away from her

“Nat please come on, let’s just go and sort this mission stuff out” you moved through the room towards the door but were stopped by Maria “hold on princess, we don’t really have to go that quickly, you two hate each other right? So what happened?"

You thought about it "maybe she was jealous about the woman who was flirting with me?"

"You mean the easy slut basically spreading her legs for you by the pool?"

The three of them stared at Wanda who doubled down on what she said "I'm right, if she didn't work here I bet she would've just stripped naked in front of you"

Nat picked up some sweatpants and a shirt from the floor giving them to Wanda "Wands I don't think you can talk about someone being easy when you're stood here naked"

The witch grumbled taking the clothes from Nat limping into the bathroom to get changed

"You two are a riot" Nat told you and you shook your head "Nat please don't make it worse, I'm really fucking confused" you flopped down onto the bed covering your face with your hands, when you felt a hand on your arm you looked up to see Maria

"Why label it? So you gave head to your enemy so what? I'm pretty sure you can still be enemies but still sleep with each other if you wanted"

You sat up sighing and giving Maria a hug "thanks Mia, I don't want to be sappy about the whole thing, you're right and its over now"

Nat clapped her hands "Alright! Now let's go and get dinner before we starve, I bet your little Venom is hungry too"

Did she mention food? I would very much like food! But my food!"

"Venom wants to eat what they normally eat" you said looking at Nat knowing full well what they want

"Well, can they wait until we get to the mission? They'll be loads of tasty horrible humans for them to devour"

Venom's head appeared from your back eyeing up Nat and spoke in a gravely voice "Natalia, do you promise me I can eat the humans? Last time I was refused that luxury"

"God you're really ugly aren't you?" Nat laughed and you shook your head "Nat! They get sensitive about how they look"

The alien retreated back into your body without another word cursing Nat in your head

Wanda came out of the bathroom fresh faced and dressed "shall we go?" She walked towards the door opening it and letting the two women out "meet you guys in the lobby okay?" Maria patted you on the shoulder giving you a kiss on the cheek

When they both left Wanda closed the door and sat down next to you "say what you want to say Y/n"

"I want to know what's going on Wanda, do we still hate each other? Because the way you were screaming my name and clenching your thighs around my head it sure doesn't seem like it"

Wanda rolled her eyes pulling you suddenly into her lap and kissing you hard, pulling away you were obviously even more confused that when you first started

"I still hate you and that stupid parasite but I don't want you sleeping with anyone else, you can't flirt with anyone else either" her hands wondered your body landing on your ass giving it a squeeze making you jump slightly

"Wanda just admit you don't hate me, what's the problem?"

"Because we can't have hate sex if we like each other can we?" sucking a mark into your neck she smirked when you groaned

"Y/n you need to focus!"

Venom dragged you off of the woman surprising both of you "the hell was that??"

"Venom doesn't want me near you" you said being dragged to the door but it was slammed shut by Wanda's powers "oh baby, your alien will learn to love me, now come on we need to finish that mission so I can take my post mission adrenaline out on you later"

She gave you a cheek kiss on the way out of the room leaving you dumbfounded "great, my first time was with a witch who is possessive over people she hates"

"On my planet she would be treated like a queen because of how mean she is"

You laughed "thanks Venom, that made me feel better"

"I aim to please Y/n"

[squiddy-god]

Task force T4T

Kyle "gaz" Garrick

As always remember that I myself am a trans man, this is meant for trans men specifically, I don't care who interacts but keep in mind this is for trans men. I will probably make an Xtransfem version! (Big maybe) Gaz is third up on this list because I love him. Ngl I don't know what possessed me to write the smut portion of this but 😳 sir. Lawrdy 

Tw : nsfw eventually, trans genitalia, pre op genitals, description of dysphoria, t4t relationship, transphobia and canon typical violence. Boy x boy. Men kissing…perhaps 😳holding hands. 

He's so handsome  😍

Anyway Gaz has known about being trans for almost as long as he can remember but it never quite clicked in his head that he was a man 

About a year after joining the military he came out and really dug his heels in after he realized how wrong Ms. Garrick sounded on every official report 

He's had top surgery for convince but kinda misses his tits. 

He's had the name Kyle in his head for years actually. Saw a guy who he thought was just ✨bloody stunning ✨ named Kyle and he's been set with that ever since 

He was (and is) an absolute smoke show with his skin care and fancy shampoos 

Has a beautiful satin dark blue bonnet from when his hair was very long that he sleeps in

If anyone asks about the pretty picture of the mysterious girl he tells them it's his ex 

He told soap this at first and was promptly told how hard he fumbled the bag 

Ok so I have actually a very funny idea for how you met Kyle 

So you where the very handsome boyfriend of another soldier, who was in all polite but honest words 

A complete knob head

So here it is, a dinner party, lots of people besides the 141 and this guy decides to bring his partner, no big deal. Except you look so uncomfortable, I mean like you just wanna go slink off to some corner. but your bf is bragging on and on (to the wrong people tbh) and Gaz can't help but stare a little, you are a handsome, awkward thing, twiddling with your thumbs absently and avoiding the gaze of anyone who might be looking

He thinks he's subtle but he's not. 

If you weren't taken already Gaz would be pouncing at the opportunity to get your number- he's clearly a hopeless romantic

He's built for longing- and he already has the first date planed out

Or he would, but alas 

Until he tunes back in to soaps passive aggressive Scottish grumbling and realisis how much of an insufferable ass your bf is. He's obnoxious and has an inflated ego, and whenever you try to say something or join the conversation he just dismisses you! Even has the audacity to order you off to get him a beer. 

Well now Kyle doesn't feel so bad about his fantasies

Then the nail in the coffin. 

The drunker he gets the more disrespectful he is, until the next time he tries to order you off to get him a beer he misgenders you. 

And Kyle Gaz Garrick simply will not tolerate this absolute lack of respect for you. So he scoffs barely audible and stands up, leans down all stunning 6’0 of him and asks just Loud enough for you and your drunk idiot to hear “don't worry ‘bout it lov’, anything you want to drink?” 

Such a gentleman! And when he comes back with your drink he conveniently “forgets” the one for your bf. 

He's such a good listener, doesn't talk to much but he listens and has pretty solid insights. 

So now it's his life mission to get you to leave your “loser boyfriend”

Very upfront, says he's definitely in to you but he wouldn't try anything and wants to genuinely be friends

He also says he doesn't care if you don't want him just leave the pos bf 

He does care but- yk

Eventually it works, one to many arguments about respect and even one about Gaz where some not so good words where exchanged. 

Gaz was prepared to wait a good while before you where ready to consider him an option but was more than pleasantly surprised to here you say how you've been emotionally checked out since before even meeting Kyle!

Definitely makes a bit of a show of kissing you when he sees you ex

He's so pretty it's actually un-real 

His surgery scars are harder to notice in terms of color but are slightly raised and nice to trace! 

No one knows his dead name because any time he “gives it out” or is harassed about it he gives a different name. 

If you kept longer hair/want him to just braid your hair he is literally the best At it. 

He gives me “raised by single parent” vibes but like I think the absent parent would have been in the military. 

Like being raised by a single mom who wore her wedding band long after her husband's passing/raised by a single dad who never dated or remarried because his wife was his soul mate. 

Kinda vibe with single dad who jokes that “he didn't even have to try to raise a good son”/” failed at raising a daughter but at least he got a son who's decent” all in good fun of course

Still calls his pecks “a bangen rack” 

Sends you post workout photos that are ✨

You two take turns cooking dinner and gas always does smh corny like roses and candles

Smells like musky cologne and the candle isle at the grocery store. 

Act of intimacy like no other is letting you shave his face. He sits you on his lap and hands you the blue and orange razor along with shaving cream. “Not a word sweetheart” before even one dirty joke escapes you. 

And if you kiss him. After patting his face dry? He's dead and in heaven

Has always liked men's clothing and has a collection of silky Satin button down shirts he wears almost exclusively half unbuttoned

NSFW 

Kyle Gaz Garrick fucksssssssssssss

If anyone on 141 is good at sex it's Gaz. Gold Star. 

How are you gonna say no when he's giving you the most sultry honey brown bedroom eyes? And that's how your on your back- 

It's giving switch who never thought he could top because he never had a male partner who'd let him 

Gaz stays strapped lmao

Absolutely king of sex toys, if it buzzes hisses it vibrates he owns one 

The strap color matches the outfit-

Spends hours fucking you stupid and sloppy with his fingers before making you guess what color he's gonna stuff you full of. Get it right and he'll fuck you, sucking another dark hickey onto that sweet spot that has you moaning. Get it wrong and he'll spank your poor swollen clit/T-dick “come on now lov, what shirts did I have on tonight? Or was my handsome man so distracted to notice?” Like sir your boobs are starting at me don't ask me the color of nothing!! 

Eats you out with a fork and knife. Absolutely adores face sitting both ways! Or 69

Loves to ride you in any way shape or form 

Adrenaline and T make him horny so good luck when he comes back all pent up from the gym or deployment

[asterias-record-shop]

oohhh maybe spencer reid for bingo with a sugar mommy with number 9 i feel like that’s fitting for him👀😳

-🦇

—𓆩[six months]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Sugar Baby! Spencer Reid x Sugar Mommy! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Spencer truly didn’t know he was a sugar baby until Derek told him. At first, he just thought your love language was gift giving, but then Derek made an extremely good point, and that made him think. Was he just a sugar baby to you, or was it something more, like he wanted it to be?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Spencer is adorably oblivious || Morgan and Garcia are literally goals, i love them so much- || you have texture issues because I have texture issues || set during season 11 before Morgan leaves but I’m imagining Spence in his prison look because it’s fine as fuck || kind of dom spencer and sub reader || oral || cum eating || 69 || subspace || begging || slight degradation || lots of praise!! || creampie || 

“Ah, pretty boy’s got that smile on his face!” Derek grinned as he passed by Spencer’s desk, the younger male quickly turning off his phone and setting it face down on the desk. “Is it her?”

“It actually-”

“Her? Who’s her?!” Emily was running over, Garcia right on her heels.

“She’s-”

“Beautiful!” Garcia filled in, peaking over Spencer’s shoulder. “Oh my god, she is so pretty!”

“Who is?” JJ walked over, sliding her phone into her back pocket as Spencer blushed, looking away. “Oh my god, does Spencer Reid have a girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah he does,” Derek laughed, leaning back in his chair. “What did you say her name was again, pretty boy?”

“Her name is Y/N, we’re planning on having a movie marathon tonight. Her pick was the How to Train Your Dragon movies, so we’re going to go to her house and watch them. Did you Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois weren’t the original directors? The-”

Garcia giggled. “Does she sit through your little fact rants too?”

Spencer smiled, nodding. “I think she likes them, actually. A few nights ago, we went out to eat and Monte Cristos and-”

“Monte Cristos?” Rossi walked down the stairs, groaning. “Their pasta is to die for from there. I haven’t had the chance to meet the owner quite yet, but I’ve heard she’s a very kind and beautiful young lady.”

“Oh, yeah, Y/N is amazing!” Spencer smiled widely, Rossi smiling widely.

“Well I’ll be damned, our boy is dating a millionaire!” Rossi is laughing, walking over as Derek sits up.

“What do you mean, a millionaire?” 

“Guys, I have someone I want you to meet,” Hotch announces, clenching his hand out at them. “Now, please.”

“We’re getting back to your millionaire girlfriend in a minute, pretty boy.” JJ ruffled his hair making him basically pout, quickly sending you a text.

Spencer 11:43am

I need to go, the team and I have to meet someone. Can’t wait until tonight, I love you.

He slid his phone back into his pocket, humming as he stood and Garcia hooked arms with him. “Why did I not know you had a girlfriend, Spencer Reid?!”

“I mean, we’ve been together for a while, but we’ve just… kept it on the downlow.” He shrugged, fixing the sweater you had gotten him.

He knew how dangerous his job was, and with the amount you were in the media, it would be easy to make you a target. As much as he didn’t want to think about it, you were the perfect target, even though you were a high-level risk person to do anything to.

“Well, I want to meet her! Does she like coffee? We can go get coffee, or, or! We can go get drinks.” She’s grinning, wiggling her brows up at him making Emily laugh.

“Oh, come on, Spence! Why would you keep this from us?!” She’s smiling widely, clapping her hands. “How long have you guys been together?”

“One year, two months and twenty-seven days.”

“That long and you didn’t tell us?!” JJ basically yelled, covering her mouth. “Spencer!”

“You never asked!”

“Guys, this is Y/N L/N,” Hotch introduces you, gesturing toward where you stood in front of the main TV. “She has just made a… very generous donation to the BAU.”

There you stood, dressed fucking beautiful as always, wearing a black pencil skirt and a pretty mauve button down that you tucked into the pencil skirt. You were at the head of the table with no surprise, your heels giving you a few extra inches of height.

“I never knew that the BAU could receive donations…” Garcia spoke, letting go of Spencer as you smiled at her.

“You normally don’t,” you respond, giggling. “But I pulled some strings. I was able to give your jet some new upgrades, got all of your computers up to date with the best, all of your FBI equipment such as vests, guns that are suited to each of you, such as a new SIG-Sauer P226R - of course fitted with a Streamlight attachment - for SSA Morgan, two Glock 19s of course for SSAs Prentiss and Jareau, along with Glock 26s for backups, a Springfield Custom for SSA Rossi and of course, a Smith & Wesson revolver for Dr. Reid. I’m aware that Agent Garcia isn’t a gun girl, but,” you giggled as you bent down and grabbed a small box, walking over. “This job is dangerous and you should be protected.”

Garcia gasps, staring down at the box. “Oh I love gifts, and it’s a pink box, can I open the pink bedazzled box?”

“Yes, please open the pink bedazzled box.” You giggled, Spencer inhaling deeply as Garcia opened the box. “My friend owns a company that makes sure people stay safe while being pretty.”

“It’s a taser!” She gasped, grabbing the bejeweled protection device. “Oh my gosh, and it has diamonds- are they real diamonds?!”

“They’re actually pink amethyst, someone… persuaded me from getting real diamonds, as they said amethyst fit you more,” you answer, eyes flickering over to Spencer who blushed slightly. “And I have to agree.”

“Oh I like her.” She says making everyone laugh, Hotch’s eyes flickering between you and Spencer.

“I think we should leave Reid and Y/N alone for a few minutes,” Hotch spoke, his lips firmly pressed together to hide a smile as you grab the boxes and start handing them out. “Thank you, Y/N. I really do appreciate the gift.”

“It’s nothing, really,” you giggled, watching as they slowly started walking out and Spencer slowly stepped forward. “And this is for you, Dr. Reid.”

“I uhm… thank you, Y/N,” he whispers as Derek was the last to leave, closing the door with a quick wink at the younger man. “Thank you, really.”

“I thought you would need a new one,” you whisper, slowly opening the box and pulling his hand to the grip and smiling. “I got it engraved for you.”

He smiled when he saw the longitude and latitude lines of where you both first met, fingers slowly trailing over the wood. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, slowly setting it down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re beautiful. Did you… did you mean to not tell me you were coming?”

“It was a surprise,” you whisper back, smiling before your phone starts to ring. “Oh, I’m so sorry honey, I need to go. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Y-Yeah, that sounds good,” he whispered, slowly putting down the case and humming. “Can I uhm… hold your hands?”

You giggle. “There’s no reason to ask me that anymore, Spencer. We’ve been dating for over a year now, you don’t have to ask.”

“But I like to.” He responded, slipping his hands into yours and pressing a firm kiss to your lips. “Except when it’s like that… I love to kiss you, sweetheart, I love you.”

“I love it when you kiss me, my darling,” you whisper back, your hands pushing into his hair as you pull him down. “I love you.”

“I… I love you too.” He finally whispers back, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“You will,” you respond, giggling. “I have to go cut the ribbon at the new restaurant. We can go eat there tomorrow?”

“Sure, that sounds good.” He squeezed your hands again, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Spence. I love you.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand. “I’ll see you tonight! Text me when you’re done with work, I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good.” He smiled as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and walked out, waving at everyone and saying a quick goodbye to the profilers who pretended they were doing something outside of the conference room. “So… you’ve met Y/N… what do you think?”

“About the fact you’re a sugar baby?” Derek grinned, crossing his arm as Penelope pressed the button on the side of the taser to turn it on, the tall man jumping. “Fuck, baby girl, you scared the shit out of me.”

“I didn’t know my chocolate thunder could get scared.” She giggled, getting it closer to his chest and pressing the button making Derek back up.

“Hey, that’s a weapon! Don’t play with those-” he yelped when she got closer, giggling. “Y/N never should’ve given you that!”

“I like it,” she says, smiling. “And her. We should go out for drinks.”

“Yeah, we should but uhm… Morgan, what do you mean by a uhm… ‘sugar baby’?”

“Oh my goodness, Spence has a sugar mommy! I want a sugar mommy, damn.” Emily mumbled, crossing her arms.

“What is that?”

“It’s basically when woman who is very financially well off gets a person who is most often younger and gives them expensive gifts or cash in return for companionship,” JJ explains, shrugging before everyone actually looked at Spencer, his head tucked low and his hair falling into his face as he stared down at the engraved revolver. “B-But uhm… maybe her love language is just gift giving, right guys?”

“Right!” Emily agreed, nodding. “Sh-She probably just… y’know, uhm… likes to give you gifts.”

Spencer wasn’t really paying attention to their attempts to salvage their words, his lips pursed. Was that all he was to you? A sugar baby? Were you just giving him this stuff in return for his companionship? You both had sex often, not that it was something Reid particularly gloated about, but it was definitely more than a regular couple, especially after you gave him a gift. You wouldn’t do that though, right?

All of the ‘I love you’s you both shared that weren’t able to be left unsaid after he said it first, the longing touches, the embraces after making love? What you both did wasn’t even sex, it was the literal form of how in love you both were. It wasn’t fake, right?

“Hey, Reid.” Derek stepped forward, waving a hand in front of his face. “It was just a joke, man. Don’t think too much about it, she seems really sweet, and super in love with you. Remember it’s just a joke, okay?”

Spencer nodded slightly, sending him a tight lipped smile toward him before raising his hand. “I uhm… is there anything else for me to do here? If not, I think I’m going to go home for the rest of the day.”

“N-No, I think we’ve got it, Spence,” JJ cleared her throat, inhaling deeply as Spencer nodded. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, just want to go home. See you tomorrow.” He smiled, offering a wave as they watched him go down the stairs and walk out.

“I think we might’ve ruined something.”

That night, Spencer didn’t go to your house like you wanted him to for your How to Train your Dragon movie marathon. You both were going to watch it exactly in order, series included besides the ones that came to the future, but it was just not something he wanted to do right now.

He wrapped himself in the blanket you had gotten him, the fabric one that reminded him of your home, where you had texture issues and only had a few choice fabrics allowed in your home. Being buried under the mountains of blankets was nice and safe, the only thing on his mind was all of your gifts that he had on display that he loved, collectors editions of his favorite books and such.

Was that all he was to you? What Morgan called him - a sugar baby that returned gifts with pleasure?

His thoughts blurred, a soft groan leaving his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut – there were too many thoughts going through his head that he didn’t even hear the door open and close.

“Spence? Spencer, are you okay? Baby, what’s wrong?” Your hands pushed back his hair, a sharp inhale making your eyes meet his.

“Am I just a sugar baby to you?”

You paused, tilting your head. “You want to be my sugar baby?”

“What? No- what did you hear?” He asked, flinching as you pushed back the blanket and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his nose.

“That you want to be my sugar baby? Why would you want that, I give you gifts because I like to…” you pause, shaking your head. “Do you uhm… want more gifts? I can do that.”

“What? No, no! I just uhm… Morgan said that you were my ‘sugar mommy’.”

“Well, that’s how it started out, remember?” You say, smiling as you stroked back his hair. “That contract you signed at the beginning?”

He paused, tilting his head slightly, nodding. “Yes, but I thought that… it was because of how your lifestyle was-” he was mumbling, going through his mind whenever he read through it, gasping. “I signed a sugar mommy contract.”

“That had to be renewed every six months,” you whisper, hands rubbing his thighs. “How many times have you signed that same contract, darling?”

“Once.”

“So are you my sugar baby or my boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend.”

“Are you going to stay my boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, stroking his face. “Did that make you uncomfortable? Thinking of yourself as a sugar baby?”

“What made me uncomfortable was the fact that we have sex a lot,” he mumbles, looking up to see your fall. “N-No, not like that, I love having sex with you, a lot, but it’s always after gifts and JJ said sugar babies give companionship in response to gifts so I-”

“Thought that I wanted sex in return for gifts?” You filled in, your hands continuing to rub his thighs making his stomach twist, sparks running up his spine. “I’m sorry I made you think that. Do you not want gifts anymore, I just-”

“No,” Spencer whispered, his cock already twitching as you stared up at him, eyes wide and looking so innocent - he just had to do something. “I want to have sex without giving gifts. Sex is my gift to you, would you like that?”

“N-Not if it makes you uncomfortable-”

“You think sex with you makes me uncomfortable?” He was already unzipping his pants, lifting himself up as he pushed off the blankets, his body way too hot now. “Sweetheart, I could never stop thinking about having sex with you.”

“Wh-What do you want me to do?” It was stupid, asking that whenever he was already pumping his cock in front of you, cum already dribbling from his tip down his shaft.

“You’ve always known how to use that pretty mouth, sweetheart, can you do it for me-?” He couldn’t even finish before you pulled his cock into your mouth, a loud groan falling from his mouth as your mouth enveloped his cock. One of your hands pumped his cock as the other cupped and squeezed his balls, your mouth bobbing on his shaft as you hollowed out your cheeks.

You could feel your eyes roll back as his cock pushed down the back of your throat, soft gags falling from your mouth as his hand held the back of your head, threading through your hair to guide you up and down his cock. Your mouth was hot and wet, covering his cock in your saliva as you continued to gag on his length, attempting to relax your throat as he pushed you down so your nose was against his pelvis.

His cock was always kept neat and groomed, a small bush of hair pressed against the tip of your nose, your tongue attempting to swirl around his length as you choked slightly, inhaling through your nose. He smelt like peppermint and sage, a special body wash that was expensive that was suited for his sensitive skin, the smell something you often connected to him.

You gasped as he pulled you off his cock, watching his length bob before he pushed back your hair, his hand settling on your cheek as his thumb pulled down your swollen, shiny lips. “Keep going.”

It wasn’t something up for discussion, nodding as you grabbed the rubber band around your wrist, pulling your hair back into a ponytail until he held your chin. “Come up here.”

You looked at him confused, starting to stand before he lifted you up, gasping as he walked with you toward his room, easily opening the door and setting you on the bed. He watched you bounce on his mattress as he stripped himself, your hands immediately moving to take off your own clothes before he pushed you onto your back, holding your hips as his mouth pressed firm kisses to your lips, his mouth hot as his tongue pushed into your mouth.

Your hands push back his hair, the slight stubble on his face rubbing against your own as he moves to pull you closer. It made your mind blur in confusion when he pulled away, eyes dark as he scanned your face, a grin finding its way to his lips. “Get on top of me.”

It made you confused before he laid onto his back, softly patting his mouth. “Right on here, sweetheart.”

You gulp, slowly crawling over his face before he hummed.

“Other way.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, slowly turning around on top of him as he bucked his hips up so his cock tapped against your mouth. “Fuck, Spence.”

“Language,” he gives your cunt a soft slap, a squelch making your eyes roll back as you slowly pull his cock into your mouth, the slight arch making it slide perfectly down your throat. His cock was longer than it was thick, but it still made you choke as you bobbed up and down on his cock, pushing out your tongue as you swirl it around his tip. “Fuck yes, baby, fuck.”

You groan around his length as his lips start to press firmly against your cunt, his nimble fingers pushing into your soaked cunt easily. It makes you groan loudly, eyes rolling back as you purposely pull off of his cock enough to spit on his tip, his hips bucking as you relax your jaw and bob your head, watching the globs of spit run down his shaft.

His fingers were already knuckle deep into you, pushing and pulling as he scissored his fingers inside of you, your hips rolling into his mouth as his cock twitched in your mouth. His fingers were getting rougher, open mouth sucking and licking with a bit more force as his loud groans were muffled by your cunt against his mouth.

He was always talented with his mouth, his tongue trailing over your folds as he pushed another finger into you, rolling his fingers knuckle by knuckle as you suckle on his tip, pulling away to hear that loud pop as you pump his cock, watching as more cum dribbles from his tip. It makes you smile, your tongue flattening against his tip as you continue to pump his cock, watching it twitch in your hand as you licked up his cum.

He smiled against your cunt, his hips bucking as you held back loud moans, broken whines leaving your lips as you flatten your tongue along his shaft from the base to the tip before opening your mouth wide when his tip flushed red and he let out a loud groan against your cunt. The vibrations make your hips rut against his face, his fingers pushing into a new place inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and your stomach tighten, mind blurring as you pull his cock into your mouth.

It didn’t take him very long to follow in cumming after you, hips bucking into your mouth and filling your mouth with cum as you sucked his tip as though to get every last drop out. Your mind was still slightly hazy as you languidly hump against his face, continuing to lick his cock as though it was a melting popsicle before he blew softly into your stretched cunt, a whine leaving your mouth as he lifted you up and laid you back.

“Sp-Spence, please, please I need you.”

“Need me? Does your slutty little hole need my cock?” He raised a brow as you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

“N-No, don’t be mean please, I need you.” You whisper, your hands holding his shoulders as he smiles, immediately registering the input of your subspace. “Please? Please, Spence?”

“You need me, baby? Is your mind all floaty and hazy, darling?” He teased you, his hand holding the shaft of his cock as he slid his head up and down your slit.

A loud whine fell from your lips, hips bucking. "No, no, don't do that! I'll be good, I promise!"

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’ll be good, baby? You’re always good, always good for me. You want me to fuck this slutty little hole and fill you with cum, don’t you?”

“N-No, not slutty, j-just please…” you mumbled, eyes rolling back as he pushed into you, watching his cock slowly disappearing inside of your cunt and feeling it inside of you, your walls clamping down on his shaft as he slowly pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back, stomach twisting and turning as he held your thighs, pulling your knees over his shoulder and leaning forward. “F-Fuck!”

It was a new angle, his balls slapping against your ass as he pulled your lips to his, one hand still on your knee while the other cupped your face. “Y-Yes darling, you’re doing so good, so so good.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, you feel so good inside of me.” You whined, choking as he slammed into you, your mind blurring as your stomach tightens again, mouth opening wide as his fingers delicately trail your sensitive tummy that clenched as soon as they graze your skin. “C-Cumming, cumming!”

“Cum baby, cum.”

Your eyes roll back, a rough thrust making your eyes squeeze shut just as they rolled back, a broken moan leaving your mouth as he panted above you. “W-We’re not done, darling, not done yet.”

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This is a most definitely NOT complete List of silly little head cannons for Curley because he's been rotting my brain 🧠 for two years 😳. 😌

My personal head cannons after having done an in-depth character study of Curley:

• He's very book smart, even though he doesn't look like it.

• He tries really hard to be a tough guy, is actually a little pitiful

• Loves chocolate cake

• coffee makes his tummy hurt, but he drinks it anyway and it makes him grumpy

• WILL cry if a woman is a little mean to him (he's pathetic, will not cry in public tho)

• can't stand alcohol, drinks it anyway because *tough*

• has never known a woman carnally, is very sad about it.

• cries in the bathroom because it's sound proof

• loves big dogs, says it's for farm work, is lying

• loves collecting big, novelty belt buckles

• is scared of horses

• easily confused, overcompensates about it

• cracks his knuckles all the time, people think he's being intimidating but he just does it randomly

• favorite color is a deep sage green, gets really particular about it

• big cuddle bug, does NOT want to let go in the morning

• thinks potato salad is yucky

• has probably never had fruit, ends up loving it

• listens to the radio in the dark and scares his dad sometimes

• flosses obsessively

•HYGIENE , clean, all the time no questions

•scratches neck when embarrassed

If you have any more please tell me!!

I want to know what other people think /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

[bandsandwristbands]

P H O T O S Y N T H E S I S + Agoraphilia 🖤🖤🖤

shgdbcfsjkl you picked two of the horny ones lol

one gaalee and one lulaw comin up

P H O T O S Y N T H E S I S

I wanted like a summer vibe and I wanted to write Gaara's versionn of seducing Lee which I think would be very tongue in cheek and coy. I especially wanted it to take place in Gaara's personal greenhouse and have lots of plant motifs lol

Here's the first couple blurbs that started the idea

Gaara in all white soaked through from greenhouse sprinklers. Gaara is made of a beautiful juxtaposition of hard angles and poking bones into soft sloping lines of muscle and flesh. The wet cloth reflects brightly in the sun, casting a dream like haze as it clings to Gaara's sparkling skin. The soft plains of Gaara's relaxed lower half is contoured so beautifully by the more visible white wrinkles of fabric. Lee pinches himself as Gaara coily glances at him from folded arms. Water droplets run winding paths down his skin, plops from slightly overgrown strands of fiery red. He must know how he looks. Like an otherworldly being, kept in a beautiful garden, glowing seductively like a lure, nymphlike. His eyes are even a bit devious, an innocent turn to his mouth that feels a little too exaggerated. Lee thinks someone else might be intimidated, with such a lurid trap laid out before them. Lee, however, had never been one to heed such threats. Nor has he ever been able to resist the pull gaara has on him. Oh how Lee is a goner.

Gaara does not ever ask but Lee knows that he gives something to Gaara that he cannot trust anyone else to give him. He drinks in Lee’s love, overdoses on affection and intimacy and allows Lee to overwhelm him with sensation and touch. He allows his empty hollows to be filled with life. Green plooms take root in the mud of his heart and sprout up to push his thoughts out of his ears. Sunny warmth burns on his skin and his eyes sting with it. He thinks himself a starved, neglected orchid now being overhydrated and burned up in the sunlight. He overindulges on everything he’s ever needed and wanted until it hurts; heedless. Lee strips his armor away until he is undeniably human. He is methodical, determined and reliable and safe. Lee reads Gaara without needing to ask, knows exactly what he wants and when and is diligent in meeting those needs. Gaara thinks Lee and his big, calloused hands could wrap all the way around him sometimes, repotting him from the ultimate defense into the absolute comfort of warm skin and round, sparkling eyes.

This one is almost doneeee so I'll probably post it soon lol

Song inspo Sunny Delights by iMonster

Agoraphilia

I have very little actually written out for this one lol It's a lulaw/lawlu smut fic about banging in semi public/ public spaces.

My little inspo bullet points are as follows

You already know Luffy is like yum at a party where Law looks extra pretty and Laws like stoppppp we can'tttttt maybe he fingers law under a table! 😱

Orrrr maybe the running from the marines idea? (What I mean by this is they're escaping from some low teir marines and the adreneline gets them all horned up so whilst hiding somewhere cramped close in an alley, Luffy gets handsy and Law is like Okayyy)

Law's like "😳😳this is illegal"and luffy is like "we're literally pirates"

Something about Luffy makes Law's own eyes bigger than his stomach. Always biting off more than he can chew when Luffy's involved. Law always ends up a bit overwhelmed (in the best way??) 

Song inspo Agora Hills by Doja Cat

[blorbocedes]

wow, the alex video you posted IS so deranged and yet valid. i for one would love to hear any further thoughts about galex cannibalism you may have??

this is so deranged...... anyways what if galex were stuck on an island 🤪😳🏝 (based off this video)

Turns out being stranded on a deserted island is really anticlimactic. Incredibly boring, and more of a waiting game, once the adrenaline, relief, and panic at being alive wears off.

"We're the most tracked people on Earth. Once the teams figure out what happened, they'll send those large helis. We'll be out of here in no time. Probably in time to catch the next race too." George paces around, as if delegating his own rescue operation. Saying it out loud affirms it, it's going to happen, and therefore all George needs is to be cool and collected. His phone hadn't survived the waves, but he's sure it had sent his last known location somewhere near the waters. That's why they allow themselves to be tracked by technoautocrats all time, right? George isn't even worrying.

Alex is sitting down on the sand, with his small collection of rocks he's gathered and halfheartedly rubbing them together. You need a fireplace for that, George think irritated. Or like, a collection of sticks in a circle. He doesn't know, he's an F1 driver for fuck's sake.

Alex snorts, "Reckon they'll save the biggest helis for Lewis? Realise he's safe and sound in LA and bring out the backup single seater ones for George Russell?"

"Piss off. I suppose they'd find us faster if I was stuck with Max but you don't see me saying that." George snipes back. Admittedly, they're not on their best behaviour. Something about waking up concussed and realizing you're on a deserted island with the sun blazing down on you, and no fresh water or belongings nearby has a way of doing that to people.

"Ouch." Alex sounded mock-offended. He made a smiley face with his rocks.

"Shouldn't be long now." George bluffs with absolutely no way of knowing, only he needs to believe it. The waves dip into the beach, treacherously soothing. All that water, and nothing to drink. George imagines heroically catching a fish. He's not quite sure how to go about that, but Alex would for sure be impressed.

"We've got to think more long term, George."

"What do you mean?"

Alex levels him with a look. "Look around us. We're the only living things around for god knows how long. You've got to start thinking survival of the fittest."

George heroically catching fish. Alex in those lionskin dress the wives wore in the flinstones, cooking it over a fire. They Blue Lagoon it for years. Having to hold each other for warmth by the fire as they sleep to crackling hum.

"Yeah?" George asks, mouth going dry and not from the lack of water.

"There's only so much of each other we can take. You've gotta do what it takes to survive. That's what they don't tell you about deserted islands, the rules don't apply here. We can do anything here, and get away with it. And from what I can see, we're the only food source around. Anyone ever tell you you've got the neck of a gazelle?"

"You wanna eat me, Albon?" Dies down in George's throat, can't make it sound casual enough, like a joke. Not with the way Alex is staring at him, dark eyes, like he's something particularly delicious. We can do anything here, and get away with. The rules don't apply here. The giant helicopters with their flashlights could find them fucking them on the beach, and it wouldn't matter. Except they'd probably have cameras, to film the whole rescue operation and then yes, it does matter. Everything they do here matters.

"I'm not eating you. You're all bones and stuff, no thanks." George huffs, the dehydration truly settling in as his face gets redder.

"You don't want a little Thai food out here?" Alex laughs, reaching from where he's sitting and pulling at George's ankle who trips and falls on his ass on the hard sand.

Alex is flirting with me. Or he wants to eat me. George is not sure which is worse.

"Say a hyena gets me, you've gonna let a stupid bird have at me? Not even honour my body?" Alex still has his hand on George's ankle, the grip of it unrelenting. George's heart thuds in his chest.

"There's no hyenas around." He argues with reasonable confidence, despite not knowing.

"I wouldn't let a bird do that to you. I'd think, my friend George would've wanted me to survive." Alex moves closer, until he's halfway on top of George. His hand moves to the soft flesh of George's thigh sticking out from his shorts, and circles it. It's a little on the nose to feel like a prey trapped under a predator, imagining Alex kissing the soft of thigh before biting down on it, blood around the jut of that handsome mouth. One way or another, they'd both leave this island together. Within one another. It would be so, so easy to press Alex's head down here. Between his legs. Crush him with his thighs. "Whatever it takes."

"Fuck, fine. If a fucking hyena gets you, l'll shoo it away and eat you. Happy?" George pushes Alex off him, getting up, who grins up lazily from where he's fallen on the sand.

Heart still beating in his chest like a wild rabbit, George runs into the clearing of a few trees -- not wanting to venture further from where Alex won't be able to hear him if he calls for help. Their first mode of action had been making a SOS that could be seen from above, from the search helicopters, with the biggest rocks they could find. Turns out their strength at driving race cars had absolutely no use in lugging large rocks and they'd given up after the first C of the S. Finding large rocks makes George feel like he's doing something productive, actually aiding their rescue.

But Alex's words swim into his head. Survival of the fittest. Almost paranoid that Alex is watching, even though he's still lying on the beach, George stares into the clearing of trees ahead. There could be signs of life inside and he really doesn't want to find out, or be unarmed if there is. He just has to wait it to out. The rescue planes are coming. Entire jets. The whole country is on red alert. They're going to shake hands with the King.

Delirious in the heat, and the amount of blood that's rushed south, the shine of his wrist catches the sun. His sponsor gold Tag Heuer watch. A few hundred thousand quid. He takes it off, checking it's weight, and then places it on the ground. Takes the rock he'd found, and smashes it, collecting the now broken watch, and shards of glass in his pocket.

He makes his way back to Alex.

"What happened to your nice watch, Georgie?" Alex asks casually, frizzy air dried blond hair sticking up. Still looks great, like this. Tanned skin, blonde hair, pants rolled up as shorts. They could be on a beach vacation. George thumbs the watch in his closed fist, along the sharp ridges of where it broke.

"You got something in your pants or are you just happy to see me, Alexander?" George asks, staring at the rock sized bulge in Alex's left pocket.

"Always happy to see you." Alex smiles, and George mentally maps where his jugular should be as he takes a step towards him.

[gladdygirl18]

Okay okay so uhmmmm..... I feel like I'm gonna cry from how happy and loved I feel rn...... 🥹🥹🥹💖💖 (blue me, pink GF)

So yesterday night, my GF, our 2 friends, and I were watching Fairy Tail (the GMGs specifically), and I started teasing my GF about something that's gonna happen later on in the show (lovingly, ofc). When I got back from getting something to drink, I walked up to my GF and smiled, being a brat. She scoffed and held out her hand (does this whenever she wants me to sit next to her or on her lap). I took her hand and she yanked me onto her lap. A few seconds passed and she started poking my sides before she really started tickling, scribbling across my sides and kissing my neck (I was so happy 🥰😊💖)

When all was said and done, the match between Mirajane and Jenny started and ngl..... I got a bit jealous cuz IK how much my GF loves Mirajane as well as a lot of other women in Fairy Tail..... and it kinda got under my skin. When I told her this before we went to bed, she started teasing me about it, saying "Karma" before tickling me AGAIN 😳💖 (it made me feel better)

Later on that night, I randomly asked my GF, "How do you do it?" She replied with "WDYM?" "I know we're together and normally asking for things or expressing our concerns helps better our communication skills, but..... it's hard for me, y'know?" "Asking for what... in what regard? You mean when I~....?" (Rated R stuff I won't get into) "Not just that, it's...."

Bro when I tell you this conversation was so flustering omgggg 😳🤭🫣 but it has a good ending

"Often times when I'm sad or upset, I.... sometimes want to ask you to.... tickle me cuz it'll cheer me up but.... it's really hard to do that...." My GF turned over and said, AND I QUOTE, "Well, why don't we come up with a word or phrase to tell me you want that, even if there are... prying eyes...."

BROOOOO WTFFF 😳😳😳 I SWEAR TO FUCK I THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING WHEN SHE SAID THAT!!!! 🫣🥰🥹💖I AM LITERALLY LIVING OUT MULTIPLE TICKLE FANFICS RN WTFFFF💖💖💖💖

After some thinking, we settled on the phrase "necesito sonreir" which means "I need to smile." Simple yet effective

I swear to fuck I have never been more happy in my life rn, omggggg.💖🫶🏾🥰 Now whenever I want tickles (whether I'm in a good mood or bad mood) I just say that phrase and I get tickles. Omgggg I'm legit tearing up rn, broooo🥹🥹🥹

Yeah so that's my little TT (tickle tea) for the week. I'll probably post more if anything happens after this. Might make a series off this who knows, I'll start tagging these as #tickle tea stories

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @cutesmokes @burningablaze @lovelymessybubbly @otomiyaa @sunstone-smiles

[incesthemes]

Happy Wincest Wednesday Ciel!!!!!

Sorry this one is so late, my Wednesday in general is starting pretty late today 😅

Ok so my question for you this week, is what are your thoughts on the "boyking" storyline and possible directions it could've gone or you wish it could've gone. Did you like that storyline? Dislike it? Do you have any headcannons for how the boys relationship would shift or develop if Sam was to become the boyking? What kinds of things do you think would lead to Sam finally taking that leap into that role? Etc.

Feel free to answer his whenever since it's so late!

happy wincest wednesday!!!! an entire week late 😳 i got so absorbed in the book i was reading i neglected basically everything else around me, oops

i LOVE the boyking plotline. it represents everything i love about supernatural, to the extent that rewatching anything beyond season 2 is almost difficult because of everything that is lost beyond 2x22. lilith's cool and all but she's no azazel, you feel me

if sam had become the boyking i have pretty much no doubt in my mind that dean would have followed him anyway. by the time they get to their honeymoon phase in season 2, there's so little that can affect dean's unwavering faith in sam it's actually pathetic of him, and he's willing to make any excuse necessary to stand behind sam and remain loyal

of course i don't exactly think sam embracing his fate would have made him, like, evil. in the typical sense of the word. i think he would still be sam, and as long as sam is sam, dean can't fulfill his own destiny. he might accept his powers, he might lead an army of demons, but he would still be sam, and that means, to dean, he would be doing everything for the right reasons. (and crucially, sam would also definitely believe he's doing it all for the right reasons, which only strengthens dean's conviction).

(because dean's faith in sam only begins to waver in season 3 once azazel plants the "came back wrong" idea in dean's head, and even then dean fails to act on his faulty suspicions in any way that would matter. he pussyfoots around the topic and keeps his fears to himself—and when sam brings a demon into things, what does dean do? nothing, that's what. puppy dog behavior i swear. dude needs a full season and 40 years in hell to even start thinking that maybe sam is doing something wrong here and he needs to intervene by force. wtf)

(point is, without azazel sowing doubt within dean, i don't think dean ever would have wavered in his conviction. he replaced his blind loyalty in john with blind loyalty in sam, because that's all he knows, and he needs external motivation to begin to grow out of that mindset)

(he might have continued down the path of belief that he can still save sam, but the point where he's at toward the end of season 2 is like... he's so unwilling to do anything that might hurt his brother. he takes everything in stride no matter how scared or concerned he gets, and as long as sam remains wholly himself, i don't think dean could be moved to action without some external force acting on him. if sam fulfills his destiny by becoming boy king, azazel would have no reason to suggest sam came back wrong, and sam wouldn't have died and dean wouldn't have sold his soul. they would remain suspended in honeymoon phase indefinitely unless something else came along to shake dean's resolve.)

anyway, i think what would push sam to become boyking is dean. i mean dean is the only reason sam's powers ever develop in the first place (the telekinesis in 1x14, because he wants to save dean), and when meg and azazel are trying to goad sam into using his powers, they threaten dean's safety. use your powers to protect dean, they say, and sam is torn between wanting it and hating himself. if anything was going to convince sam to become boyking, it would be dean. (and didn't he do this anyway? his whole idea to save dean from hell was to drink demon blood, effectively embracing his fate and becoming a simile of the original boyking path laid out for him. it's always about dean and it's always about sam needing dean to stay in his life forever and ever.)

so it would probably go like this: dean is in danger, sam can't get to him, he embraces his powers, and he never goes back. he saves dean and he understands for the first time, too intimately perhaps, that these powers make him stronger. he can protect dean and he can get what he wants (also dean) and he can be happy. that's the ending that was promised to him anyway.

narratively speaking, if sam turns to his fate, then he's necessarily turning away from dean, and that causes a ripple effect which makes dean choose his fate over sam, which logically would result in them killing each other cain and abel style. but ultimately i think that would be a long while off for them because of how utterly twisted into each other they are in the second half of season 2. they'd need an external force to shake dean's blind loyalty to sam, and if no compelling arguments are made, dean would likely single-mindedly keep trying to "save" sam no matter the cost to himself or anyone else.

the honeymoon phase is such a weird period in the show because dean is just so completely insane about sam, which throws a curve ball into all of the fate vs family conflict. congrats john, this is your true legacy ✨

[johnnyutah]

i finally finished this old wip for @stonathanweek (and coincidentally also @stoncyweek2023!)

prompts: canon-verse (day 5), long distance relationship (day 7) summary: Steve comes up with an awesome plan to make Nancy jealous. It backfires in the best way. rating: explicit ships: stonathan, stoncy, established jonathan/nancy, past steve/nancy (and future? 😳) steve and robin being best bros word count: 5660 content info: drinking, phone sex, miscommunication, smut & feelings, pre-polyamory, set before season 4

Also on AO3!

The front door of Family Video slams shut on yet another failed attempt at flirting, and Steve’s head falls into his hands yet a-fuckin-gain. “This is it, Robin,” he declares, elbows digging into the cheap melamine counter and fingertips digging into his temples just above his furrowed brows. “This is it. We’ve got no prospects.”

“That isn’t true,” Robin, the light of his life, tells him, soft and kind-hearted as ever. She pats his shoulder and goes on to correct him, “You’ve got no prospects. I’m just in the wrong city for love; you’re on the wrong planet.”

“The wrong p— you’re a real asshole, you know that?” Steve glances up from between his fingers just to check that she knows that. Robin’s sweet smile doesn’t falter for a moment, confirming her own theory. He’s sure that if they did live in another place, or perhaps another time, Robin could have a girlfriend in no time at all. Steve, however, is doomed. “What am I supposed to do with that, huh? I can’t exactly set off to Mars.”

“You could try changing it up,” Robin suggests. It’s the third time this week she’s suggested that he change. He’s starting to feel like she might mean it. “Instead of ‘ahoy, ladies’…”

She scrunches up her nose, thinking. Steve rests his chin on his knuckles and watches her. “Ahoy… fellas?”

“Ha-ha.” Robin pushes his shoulder again, this time not to comfort but to chastise. “I meant maybe coming up with a different approach.”

“I don’t do the Scoops routine anymore.”

“Right, you’ve switched to local video store geek recommending all your favorite flicks.”

“Geek! I’m not a geek! What about this,” Steve gestures up and down his body with broad, sweeping motions that draw out a flurry of giggles from Robin, “says geek?!”

“Like, all of it,” she laughs. “Every part of it. The hair? Dork. The smile? Total nerd smile— see, look, you’re offended but you’re smiling!”

Through his not-smile, Steve hisses, “What am I supposed to do about my smile? I’m freaking screwed!”

“Calm down, you’ll be fine!” It’s hard to take Robin’s consolation seriously as she struggles not to laugh. Some consternation must show on his face as she finally relents, wiping an eye dry before leaning away, and repeating, “You’ll be fine. You’ve got plenty of time to work out the new Harrington act anyway, and in the meantime, you’ve got good friends who look out for you.”

“I thought you said Dustin and the gang were annoying little kids.”

“God, I meant me, you dick!” This time he’s ready for the blow to his shoulder and he dodges it effortlessly, ducking under the slap and then swatting it away. It’s a good thing Keith left right away after his morning shift, as he hates when they squabble like this in the front end of the store. Not that there are any customers. Steve has apparently frightened them all away with his utter and total lack of charisma. Fantastic.

After he loses— quite badly, really, Robin, where was this killer physique and athleticism when they were being held hostage by enemies of the state— and they resume their work, Steve doesn’t put up much of a pretense of actually working, far too distracted by his foreboding future. The loneliness gnaws at him deeply, scraping down to his marrow until he starts fidgeting, uncomfortable with his own turbulent emotion.

Robin hadn’t meant it, and god knows she’s got it worse than he does, but… it does suck, not having someone and not seeming able to find anyone. Even when things were bad with Nancy there had still been things. And before her, when Tommy and Carol had dragged him to each and every party like a prized stud ready for the auction, he had felt wanted. He can’t remember when he last felt wanted.

Before he can voice this pathetic thought to Robin, she sighs, taking obvious pity on him. “You have any plans tonight?”

“Take a wild guess,” Steve grumbles.

Unaffected, she continues, “Sooo… my parents went to this big Christmas party last weekend, and they brought home these two huge gift baskets they apparently won in some raffle. And one of the baskets had some bourbon, and, um, I don’t really know anything about drinking, so, I… uh, I brought it, and I thought maybe it’d be fun if we. Drank it.”

Steve twists to stare at her incredulously. No part of the story makes even a lick of sense— what kind of parents let their eighteen-year-old daughter drink liquor freely? What kind of parents bring gifts home without occasion or cause? Who throws a Christmas party in January? Baffled, he echoes, “You brought it?”

“I brought it,” Robin confirms.

“In… what, in your backpack?”

“Yeah, in my backpack.” Both of them glance at the staff area, and she says, “What, you don’t want to? If you don’t want to, it’s—”

“Hold on, they just let you have it?”

“They don’t drink.”

“Well… what kind of bourbon is it?”

“I have no clue, doofus. I don’t drink.”

“Never?”

“I’ve never had anyone to drink with.” This confession lingers in the air for a heavy moment— not necessarily a bad one, but it weighs them both down, together. Then Robin coughs, and changes tack, “What types of bourbon are there?”

Steve doesn’t actually know. He’s not sure that he’s actually ever tried bourbon. It sounds both quaintly Southern and exorbitant, but the likely high price tag only adds to the allure. “Alright, we’ll just have to make sure we don’t leave anything for Keith to catch onto us. Guy would flip his freaking lid. But… we could try a glass, or two.”

“Neat,” Robin grins, eyes practically sparkling. “Yeah, I probably won’t have more than a sip.”

--

Steve sits— well, crashes— down onto the counter beside Robin. His legs dangle over the edge, while she keeps hers crossed. “I think I lost my voice,” he tells her, and in response she passes— well, slams— the bottle into his hand. “No, Robin, I’m serious, I think I sang too hard.”

“They’re making another one of these.” She points, and Steve follows her gaze to the TV set up in the corner over Comedies and International, which is currently playing The Evil Dead, but set to the soundtrack of the album Steve has been blasting over the Family Video intercom. “With the same director and everything. I bet it’ll be terrible; sequels always are.”

“Not true,” croaks Steve. He drinks the bourbon. It tastes a little better with every sip, although it still mostly tastes like he’s hiding in a cleaning closet and drinking heavy acid instead of hanging out with his friend and drinking actual good liquor. If this is good liquor, he thinks he’ll stick to cheap beer. “Dawn of the Dead.”

“Remake, not a sequel.”

“No way, it’s a sequel.” Steve passes the bottle back, massaging his throat. “Zombies and shit.” AC/DC comes to the end of howling ‘Back in Black’, thank God, no more falsetto— and the tape switches to ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’. He starts tapping his heels against the counter to the rhythm. 

On screen, Ash’s buddy Scotty shoves one of the zombified girls away with an ax. Robin watches. Steve grimaces. Scotty swears his head off on mute. Brian Johnson wails, “She was the best damn woman that I ever seen!”

“I love women,” Robin sighs, deep and emotional.

“Me too,” agrees Steve fervently.

“And I don’t hate bourbon.”

“Me either.” He reaches for the bottle and she takes a sip before sharing; it burns when it hits his already scratchy throat. Scotty locks the zombie in the basement. Robin reaches back for the bottle. The confession squeezes out before Steve can think any better of it: “I miss Nancy.”

“Oh my god.”

“I mean it—”

“I know you do—”

“I love her, Robin.”

“Oh My God.”

“Listen,” Steve says, hopping off the counter with grace and precision. He completely misjudges the distance between them and the floor, and ends up crash-landing hard; but at least he doesn’t fall over. Robin laughs harder than she needs to as he steadies himself. “Listen. She was my best damn… the best girlfriend that I’ve ever had. And I was so stupid to her. And she left me.”

“I thought she left because she didn’t have feelings for you anymore.”

“Could you just—” Steve flails for a moment, trying not to throttle his best friend and also trying to sort through his drunk thoughts to find the words he needs. “Yes. Okay. That may be true. But feelings come and go!”

“Fine,” says Robin reluctantly. “But, and I hate to put a damper on your drunken dreams of winning her back, but! In this case, Nancy has already moved on to someone else… right?”

Steve snaps his fingers. Jonathan— of course! That’s why that stupid horror movie seemed so familiar; he remembers seeing the freaky poster hung up in Jonathan’s room from when he and Nancy and Jonathan had fought off the Demogorgon the first time around. Steve hasn’t thought about Jonathan in a while, which seems odd given that he used to waste so much time thinking about the guy. Even before their team-up— actually, especially before they had teamed up, he had a penchant for watching the weird Byers kid. “Right,” he exclaims. “Yeah, yes! She’s moved on!”

“So,” says Robin, with the patience of a schoolteacher. “Don’t you think it’s time that you move on too?”

“Totally,” he agrees, catching her off-guard. “Yes. I’m gonna make her so jealous.”

When he looks over, Robin is fully chugging the bourbon. Steve snatches the bottle away, laughing somewhat maniacally— except not at all, this is awesome, he has a totally awesome plan.

Step one is get on the work computer and misuse his employee privilege as a Family Video store clerk. When he fails to type in his password correctly a third time, Robin sighs, finally hopping down from the counter. “I want it on record that this is a bad idea,” she declares, typing in her password anyway before heading to the back room. Steve takes advantage of her absence to quickly scan through their alphabetized account list. Thankfully Byers, J. is close to the top. 

He scrawls the phone number down on the back of an empty receipt as Robin closes down the store— beginning with the music, then the lights. They are left alone with only the computer, which Steve quickly shuts off, and the television, which Robin misplaced the remote for. Neither of them can find it in the dark and so they leave Ash and friends to face their inevitable demise at the hands of the zombie demons. It won’t be the worst close they’ve ever done, and Steve refuses to believe that Keith’s opinion of him could sink any lower.

Robin grabs the nearly empty bottle, shoving it into her backpack. Steve grabs his jacket, pulling it on with a wince as they step out of the store into the January night air. “It’s too cold to drive, and I’m too drunk to walk,” says Robin, arms already tightly folded over her chest but teeth not quite chattering yet. “I mean… no, wait, maybe that is what I mean.”

“I got this,” Steve assures her. It’s then that Robin notices the receipt, and lunges for it. Maybe if Steve had full control of his faculties he would be able to hold it out of her reach. She snatches the paper and Steve moans, “Aw, c’mon, give it back! You’re messing up my whole plan!”

“Your plan to get back with your ex by making her jealous? Oh my god, you’re serious.” Robin laughs, shoving the receipt back at him. Her grin is too wide and goofy to cause any real hurt, especially when her eyes crinkle up in the corners and she teases, “Look at that, Harrington! You finally got a girl’s number.”

Steve, smiling back, doesn’t correct her.

--

The only cab in Hawkins surely isn’t the only cab in Hawkins, but it feels that way as they drive down the otherwise dormant city streets. Most people, Steve reckons, don’t stay up late drinking with their coworkers on a cold weeknight in January. Or if they do, they probably go to a bar close to their office downtown, or even a nightclub.

In the backseat of the only cab in Hawkins, Steve and Robin lean against each other like siblings on a road trip, slouched together thanks to the late hour and all the drinking. He’s sure they smell like shit but they feel amazing, smacking each other’s arms to point out passing landmarks or giggling about the music on the radio. The driver hasn’t commented, leaving them to their own devices as they joke about how they feel like New Yorkers, or like superstars. 

The taxi drops Robin off outside her home first, and she leans over to give Steve a bourbon-soaked hug. He relishes in it, trying to remember the last time he got a hug from anyone. Hell, it was probably Robin, and before that, he has no clue. Dustin has been busy with his new Dungeons and Dragons group, and Lucas and Mike were never big on hugs anyway. So he hugs back, still laughing at Robin’s terrible Bronx accent, and as he does she whispers, “You got this, dingus.”

“Thanks,” Steve whispers back, feeling tipsy and joyful and supported— until he realizes that she meant he’s the one on the hook for paying the taxi driver. He settles back into his own seat to sulk.

On the radio, REO Speedwagon choruses, “I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for; it’s time to bring this ship into the shore, and throw away the oars, forever…” and the driver hums along.

Steve’s hand finds its way into his jacket pocket, where his fist closes around Jonathan’s number.

--

“Hey,” Steve nearly sings, as soon as the call goes through. “Hi. Sorry, I— I know it’s late,” which is technically true, even if he has no idea what time it actually is. But based on the moonlight streaming through the window in the kitchen, he’s breaking several social rules. “I just… It’s, um, it’s Steve. Harrington, in case, uh, you know any other Steves…?”

A woman answers. The receiver slips right out of Steve’s hands and he curses modern, cordless technology, fumbling to grab it before he drops the phone, or worse, the call. “… afraid I don’t know any Steves at all. Can I help you, young man?”

“Oh, shit.” The woman inhales sharply, and Steve’s mind supplements an image of Byers, Joyce. Shit. Of course. “I’m sorry, uh, I’m calling for Jonathan? If he’s even home?”

Sounding much less friendly, the woman pauses. “I don’t know who you mean, but this is a new number. If you’re trying to reach the Byers family—”

“Yes, exactly, yeah, Jonathan Byers—”

“They don’t live here anymore.” Steve crumples up the paper and tosses it, furiously, into the sink. “I have their forwarding number, if it’s very important…?”

“It’s urgent,” Steve assures her, scrambling to find something to write on. He ends up grabbing his father’s fountain pen and writing Jonathan’s new number painfully across the back of his hand.

After apologizing and wishing the wrong number a good night, Steve stares at those messy, ink-blotted digits. Before he can give himself cold feet, he dials the number; he doesn’t breathe once the whole time it rings.

The line picks up again. This time Steve is more cognizant that it might be Joyce, or even worse, Will— the kid would definitely recognize his voice, and while Steve is sure that Jonathan’s impossibly kind younger brother would support him in this late-night endeavor, he’s also sure that Mike Wheeler would definitely hear about it. Which would ruin the entire scheme, of course.

The scheme, which seemed so infallible back at Family Video, swims and wavers in his head now. Steve tries to go through the plan point by point, but it all falls to pieces when a groggy, familiar voice says through the receiver, “Hello?”

“Hey,” Steve says. He leans against the kitchen island, exhaling all the air in his lungs. “Hi. It’s Steve. … Harrington.”

“I only know one Steve,” Jonathan says, dry as a desert. Steve smiles nervously. “Why are you calling? Is something wrong?”

“No, no, all quiet on the Western front.” This nets him a chuckle from Jonathan, so he soldiers on: “I was just wondering, you know, uh… if you wanted to come over?”

Puzzled, Jonathan asks bluntly, “What? Why?”

“I was thinking about you,” says Steve, leaning into it hard. He has charisma, or at least, he once did— he knows how to do this part. “Thinking maybe you could come over and we could fool around.”

Nobody has ever hung up so fast.

Steve stares at the dead phone in his hand. He wonders about the vicious gossip that he’d heard back in high school about Jonathan Byers, that he was more than just weird and a loner. Maybe those rumors really were nothing but rumors spread by small-minded townies. Steve’s parents aren’t home. It would be so easy for him to break into his father’s liquor cabinet. He could probably knock himself out within the hour, and sleep off this whole bad idea. He could laugh about it with Robin tomorrow night at work— I wanted to do what last night? I got some girl’s phone number out of the system? Man, no, I went straight home and went to bed. On an unrelated topic, I need to update the contact information on the Byers file.

Steve presses the redial button.

It rings for a little longer this time, and he can just picture Jonathan deciding whether or not to pick up, leaning over his own kitchen counter with a vein jumping out of his forehead behind his messy, home-cut bangs. Sure enough, when the call does get picked up, Jonathan sounds even more stressed than usual. He demands, “Is this a joke?”

If he’s wrong, and Jonathan’s not that type of person, and he tells Nancy… Steve shakes off the doomed train of thought. “No,” he says, firmly. “Not a joke.” 

Jonathan swears softly, so soft that Steve was sure he wasn’t meant to hear it, then: “Are you drunk?”

“Well, yeah,” he admits. Jonathan sighs loud enough to nearly blow the speaker. “What about you?”

“No.” A pause. “I think I should probably be a lot less sober for this.”

“That’s the spirit,” Steve cheers. “Where are you? Can you come over?”

Just as he’s starting to get butterflies, Jonathan cuts through the excitement with a deadpan, “California.”

“California?” He squints at the number on his hand. Is eight-one-eight the area code for California? “What the fuck? Is Nancy there with you?”

“Um.” A very pregnant pause. “No?”

“What… are you… Are you on vacation?”

Once more, Jonathan sighs. “What do you want, Steve?”

“I told you,” he replies, and even to his own ears he sounds bitchy. He adjusts, softening his tone a bit. “Just wanna make you feel good, Jonathan. I’ve been thinking about it.”

“You haven’t exactly kept in touch,” Jonathan retorts, although his voice sounds different now. Steve listens keenly but he can’t hear anything else on the line except the complaining. “I mean, you thought I still lived in Hawkins, and I’ve been gone this whole school year.”

“Well, we’re not exactly friends,” Steve parrots back. That shuts the other boy up alright. “Doesn’t mean I don’t think about you.”

“Steve—”

“Even tonight, hanging out with a friend, I was thinking about you. Should’ve been thinking about girls. I was thinking about you.” Steve frowns. “You and stupid Ashley Williams.”

“Listen,” tries Jonathan. “You’re just drunk—”

“Even back when we were in school together I would think about you,” he admits, low. “Why do you think I gave you such a hard time? I heard what everyone said about you. Couldn’t get it out of my head. It wasn’t the first time I heard that someone could be… like that, but it was the first time I saw a boy and thought that I might be like that.”

What had the scheme been again? Call Nancy Wheeler’s queer boyfriend, rile him up a little? Get him to tell Nancy about it and make her all jealous? What is his endgame here, because only boys who like boys talk to boys about the things he’s talking to Jonathan about right now— and Jonathan isn’t even really reciprocating.

The soft breath is the only sign of life from California. Steve closes his eyes, swaying against the kitchen counter. “And I was so, so fucking stupid back then. That’s how I lost Nance, and that’s how come I treated you like… just like garbage. I broke your stupid camera, and I pushed you around, and when people gave you a hard time I didn’t say shit. I basically made your life hell.”

“You bought me a new camera,” says Jonathan quietly.

“Aw, c’mon, Nance.” Steve grimaces. “That was supposed to be a secret.”

“And I wasn’t the best person back then either. I mean, I can’t think about how I acted in junior high without dying a little bit on the inside. But… um… doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it,” Jonathan tells him, in that same quiet voice. Steve wonders if he’s trying to stay quiet so he doesn’t wake up his family. Even when Jonathan had repulsed Steve, he’d always been secretly jealous of the closeness of the Byers clan. “And… uh, all that stuff you said, um… I used to think about it too. About… you and Nancy, mostly. It was wrong, I know, and—”

Steve interrupts, “Was it?” He sounds as wild as he feels. “Was it wrong?”

“Um…”

“You home alone, Jonathan?”

“I, uh.” Now there is a rustling on the other side of the line. “Will and El are at a sleepover camp thing for school, and my mom’s working nights this week at this temporary… um… Are we really— I mean, are you really…”

Steve hums. “I’m home alone. Didn’t even ask where my parents are, and they didn’t volunteer the information. But it means I’ve got this big place all to myself.”

Shallowly, Jonathan sucks in air. “Where are you?”

“The kitchen.”

That shocks a surprised laugh out of the other boy, which in turn makes Steve smile bashfully. “You can’t— you can’t have phone sex in the kitchen,” he scolds Steve. “People make food in there! Go to your bedroom, you fucking freak.”

“Look who’s suddenly an expert on phone sex,” Steve teases.

He goes anyway, heading slowly and normally towards the second floor until Jonathan casually drops, “Well, I have been in a long-distance relationship since September.”

Steve trips up the stairs, dropping the phone for the second time tonight. When he picks it up Jonathan is still there, breathing just as softly. Steve takes the rest of the stairs four at a time. He lunges for his bed and collapses there like a dead weight, still wearing his work clothes. Shit, he’s still wearing his shoes. He hears soft laughter coming down the line and, embarrassed about his heavy breathing, demands hotly, “You and Nancy have phone sex?”

“It would be pretty hard to have any other kind of sex two thousand miles apart.” That dry humor is doing terrible, insane things to his body right now. Steve chews his lip, closes his eyes, and fumbles with the button on his jeans. “So you get pretty good at discussing, and imagining. And waiting.”

“The first two sound alright.”

“Waiting can be fun too,” Jonathan tells him gently; his voice is so soft and low that Steve doesn’t realize he’s being seduced until his pulse has already risen. “But, yeah, talking is Nancy’s big thing. … I’m sure you remember that.”

Steve makes a face, giving up on his zipper. What he remembers about his sex life with Nancy is mostly too sad to dwell on, except during his most pathetic, embarrassing shower sessions and wet dreams. Things were good between them, of course— she’s the most beautiful woman on the planet— but after that pivotal time at the party, in this very bedroom, things were never the same. Sex with Steve had begun to remind Nancy of her dead friend, which would have been a mood-killer for Clark and Lois. Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when she dumped his ass for Jonathan.

“What about this?” Steve imagines that Jonathan is right next to him on the bed instead of two thousand miles away. He turns his head to face the other pillow, but his eyes stay firmly closed. “Shouldn’t you… talk to Nancy about this?”

Once again, Jonathan effortlessly flips his world upside down with a sentence: “We did.” He sounds almost amused. “That’s why I hung up on you. I freaked out, and called her.”

Steve sits up so fast his head spins. “You called her? You— what did you tell her?”

“I told her you were drunk and trying to hook up with me,” says Jonathan, like it’s not a big deal at all. “And then her mother kicked her off the phone and chewed me out for calling the house so late.”

“But,” splutters Steve, “what did Nancy say?”

“She was really excited,” Jonathan admits. Steve, himself, is really excited— in fact, he thinks he might throw up for reasons entirely unrelated to the consumption of alcohol. “She asked for details, and I said I’d let her know if you called back. Then Mrs. Wheeler got on the line.”

He stares at the empty walls of his room, desperately trying to make sense of what Jonathan is telling him. “She wasn’t mad?”

“She was furious. Kept going on about time zones and all that shit.”

“Jonathan, I mean Nancy.”

“Steve, I know. I’m just teasing. You sound so tense.” Steve wonders how any man could feel relaxed while hearing this information. “Yeah, she was excited, and… a little nervous; she warned me it might have been a prank or something, but then I said ‘what if it’s not’, and she said ‘well, if it’s not, then obviously’… yeah.”

Steve gapes. “Obviously?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan echoes. “And asked for details.”

“Makes sense,” he says, weakly. “She’s a great reporter.”

“So, details.” Jonathan’s voice sinks down again, and Steve mirrors the change in tone, lying back down. He’s still reeling from the news that his plot to make Nancy jealous has been found dead in the water, and instead it seems that Jonathan and Nancy have machinations of their own. “Did you listen to what I said?”

“About Nancy?”

“About leaving the kitchen. Where are you now, Steve?”

“Oh. The— my bed.”

Jonathan exhales, “Good,” and Steve starts to melt. “And what are you doing right now in your bed?”

“Taking my shoes off,” he answers honestly, which startles another laugh out of Jonathan.

“That’s… a good place to start, I guess. How drunk are you, man?”

“I just feel… I don’t know. I feel good.” Keeping up the honesty is probably a good bet. “I like that you told Nancy. I like that she… likes the idea. She’s thinking about it, maybe.”

The line is silent, but live with Jonathan’s breathing. Steve’s chest rises and falls in sync. “Thinking about what, exactly?”

Right. Details. “This isn’t what I’d pictured,” Steve tells him. “I never imagined you out in California. In my head, you’re still the same scrawny, skinny kid forever stuck in Hawkins. Doesn’t make sense, you living so far away. Do you have a tan now?”

“Not really,” he admits, sounding sheepish. “I look pretty much the same. Taller, maybe.”

“I doubt it. Bet you’re still small enough for me to pick you up, toss you around.”

“You could try it,” Jonathan huffs.

“Bet you’re used to taking the lead with Nancy,” Steve continues, closing his eyes again. He kicks off his other shoe. “You ever been with someone bigger than you? I mean, someone who could really put you where they wanted?”

“You’re not so big,” says Jonathan. He sounds uncertain— it sends goosebumps down Steve’s arms. “Where would you want to put me?”

“I’d like to pin you down and watch your face as I get you off.” The reaction is immediate— the bitten-off gasp is a sound Steve will treasure forever. “I would want you in my bed, in my car… I don’t know. Everywhere. I’d want you to ride me.”

“Jesus.”

“I’d ride you too,” Steve hastens to add. “I’m not totally unfair.”

Jonathan makes a noise somewhere between a cough and a whimper.

“I used to think about making you suck me off, back when I was still kind of learning what blowjobs were and so they were pretty much all I could ever think about. You have a really pretty mouth,” he goes on even as Jonathan’s breath hitches, “and I think you would look good on your knees.”

“I do,” Jonathan says. “I mean, I would, I— Nancy tells me all the time.”

“What, you suck her off?” Steve laughs, except the noise kind of dies in his throat because Jonathan doesn’t laugh too. He puts the phone down, suddenly desperate to be free of his clothing. Throwing his work vest and shirt towards the dresser, followed by his jeans and briefs, he lies back down and repeats his question. “You go down on her?”

“Of course,” says Jonathan, kind and sweet and kind of dirty. Steve shuffles around until he’s comfortable under the blankets, and he can hold the phone in one hand and his dick in the other. He would usually grab lotion from his bedside table, maybe stop at a non-family video store on the way home from work to pick up a tape. Right now he doesn’t need any of that; he’s too close just from the sound of Jonathan’s voice. “I could do that for you too. I never thought it was something you’d want.”

“Well, you know what they say, Byers.” Steve palms himself, fucking in and out of his fist slowly. It’s too hot, too sensitive, too intimate. He clenches, his muscles tightening as he thinks about Jonathan doing the same. “If you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

Sure enough, there’s a quiet noise other than Jonathan’s voice. The connection isn’t clear enough for him to hear everything, but he can connect the dots. Jonathan says, still sounding strangled, “Did you manage to get your shoes off?”

“Yeah, now I’m working on getting my rocks off.”

A groan, low and a second too long. “Ugh. Nancy could’ve warned me you liked to tell jokes in bed.”

“What, am I not cool enough for you, California? Should I, like, tone it down, brochacho?”

“You’re kidding, but I do actually have a friend out here who sounds exactly like that.” Steve speeds up, his hips thrusting forward in small, jerky movements as Jonathan talks. God, he’s in so much trouble if he’s just getting off to the sound of the guy’s voice. He twists his wrist for a better angle as Jonathan continues, “You’re plenty cool enough for me, Indiana.”

“Hey, you’re Indiana too,” Steve reminds him. “God, I’m so— can you do more of the phone sex stuff?”

“Who says this isn’t the phone sex stuff? Maybe two guys jerking off together, talking about the state they grew up in is high-quality phone sex,” Jonathan teases. Now who’s telling jokes in bed? “You want me to give you the serious script, Harrington?”

“I want you to stop fucking around and put me on loudspeaker,” Steve gasps.

For a beat, Jonathan is silent. Then he does; the audio quality is slightly different, and Steve can more clearly hear skin-on-skin. Jonathan picks up the pace and Steve matches his rhythm, groaning through grinding teeth. When Jonathan speaks, he sounds nervous now. “Better?”

“Almost,” Steve says. “I want you to touch yourself. Keep touching yourself, the way you do when you do this with your girlfriend.” Jonathan’s breath hitches, and the sounds pick up— they are filthy in the best way. Steve is beyond glad they’re both home alone. His legs shake as he keeps going. “Except it’s different, right? When Nancy gets off she seizes up, right, like her whole body goes tight. With us, it’s different, and I want to hear you, wanna hear every part of it. I want you to ruin those fucking sheets.”

“Fuck,” gasps Jonathan. Steve tightens his grip too. “I wish—” and then before he can deliver that wish, he’s grunting, loud and primal and unmistakably masculine, as he comes all over himself. Steve can just picture it, those nimble, pale fingers wrapped around his dick— except he doesn’t exactly know what Jonathan’s dick looks like, so he has to make do with thinking about his own. And right as he’s about to sail over the edge, Jonathan breathes, “I bet Nancy’s getting off right now too.”

Well. It’s embarrassing how instantaneous Steve’s orgasm is after he hears that.

After all the discussing and imagining, as Jonathan had called it, they both come down slowly and in shared, comfortable silence. Steve sinks back down to sober, cold Earth like a fluttering leaf, and even after the reality of what just happened hits him he still doesn’t feel ready to accept it. The hard, unflinching truth is that Steve feels better right now than he ever has after sex, and Jonathan isn’t even here. He thinks he almost feels better right now than he ever has in his entire life. Uh oh.

“So,” Steve finally breaks the quiet post-orgasm haze lingering between them. “Are you coming home for spring break?”

[carnivorousyandeere]

SFW Alphabet: Mason

CW: alcohol, a little suggestiveness, kidnapping, violence and murder, manipulation

Sorry for taking so long~ Had to spend time studying, blehhh. Also kept getting distracted when writing this and thinking of things that would probably fit better on his other alphabet 🫣

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Mason shows some affection physically, generally keeping a hand against your back or around your waist. He also unintentionally falls into a sort of Sugar Daddy role, buying you pretty much whatever you like (within reason, he’s not super rich lol). In addition, and this might come as a surprise, he’s one of the werewolves most adept with verbal comfort and praise, lowering his head to your ear so nobody else overhears what he has to say 💕

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Just ask Hunter; they watch sports together, drink together, go on walks together, makeout once in a while 🫣

Being the Sheriff, you may have met him while he was on duty. Maybe he got called because somebody was getting rowdy at the diner, and afterwards while checking to make sure everyone was okay, he paid just a little extra attention to you… Gave you his personal number, y’know, in case you ran into more trouble… 😏

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Mason enjoys holding you and just breathing in your scent after a long day at work. His favorite ways to cuddle are having you in his lap, or having you lay with your head on his chest <3

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Like Hunter, I think Mason is already domestic. Of course, he feels a lot of pressure from keeping the group under the radar, and if you want to help relieve that stress he would greatly appreciate it 💖

Mason can clean and cook (especially on the grill– who do you think showed Hana all the tips and tricks for perfect kebabs and meats?), but oftentimes he’s too tired after work. Once he has a day off to sleep in, though, he’ll tidy up around the place that afternoon.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Uhhhh….. I don’t want to be That Person, but as a cop he has a disproportionate amount of power to keep you where he wants you. If you escape, he’s got strings to pull at the D.A. to put out an APB and warrants out for you, so even if you escape the jurisdiction, cops from a neighboring county could catch and bring you back… it draws a lot more attention than he wants, and he feels extremely dirty for it, but he rationalizes it as somehow being “for your safety” 😒

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Mason loves the idea of a beautiful, quiet, rustic wedding with you. He’ll start to think about getting married within a month of knowing you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Mason is very gentle with you physically (unless you… want him to be tougher on you 😳). Emotionally, however, he can be a bit more manipulative and coaxing than his “open-and-honest, upright lawman” persona is designed to suggest.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Mason likes hugging you; he just melts into you at the end of the day, and it means the world to him if and when you run up to him for hugs <3

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Mason says he loves you for the first time when you spend the night alone together, whispering it against the top of your head as you fall asleep.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Mason really only gets jealous if you form relationships outside the pack. Then he gets his hackles all raised and does his best to intimidate and scare them away from you. It makes him feel really content to see you enjoying yourself and having fun with the pack, even if he doesn’t get the majority of your attention 🥹💕

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Mason likes it when you kiss him on the forehead, and he loves to give you kisses across your back and shoulders. His kisses are soft and slow most of the time. He also tastes like coffee in the morning, and sometimes whiskey or bourbon at night 👉👈

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Mason is incredibly good with kids, especially babies! He would make a good Dad.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mason will snooze his alarm and snuggle back up to you.. Just five more minutes?

But eventually, he’s gotta go to work. I mean, unless you wanna go with him…? No? Alright, he’ll let you sleep in 💕

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Mason falls asleep pretty early and easily, and he loves to cuddle with you~ He’s not too much for the nightlife or staying up super late anymore, although he’ll make an exception to go out for a few drinks with you and Hunter, or to stay up for a good backyard bonfire date with the whole pack.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Mason’s middle-of-the-road on this. He’s certainly got skeletons in his closet (NOT literal… that would be the worst place to hide human remains… if he had any to hide 🫢), that he doesn’t want to share with you. Other than those bigger secrets, and the lengths he has and will go to to protect you, he’s open about everything else. He’s too old, and concerned with bigger problems, to be too shy about who he is and what he wants.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Mason does his best to be level-headed and patient, but that patience has his limits. Limits that Ace likes to push and prod at for fun. Luckily, he’s so enamored with you that he’ll never get truly mad at you (well, except for if you do something dangerous and he’s worried, and it comes out as frustration). Most of the time he just sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, making an effort to keep his temper in check, but every once in a while he does yell. Again, mostly just at Ace though. And when he found you in the lodge all scraped up after the kidnapping he yelled at Hunter for the first and only time. And Mateo did push just a few too many buttons that other time… Maybe his temper isn’t that well controlled after all 😓

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Mason remembers almost everything~ Sometimes smaller details slip his mind when he’s busy, but he always feels bad when he misses something, and he kisses you on the forehead and promises to make it up to you 💝

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Any little moment that displays your trust in him. When you look up at him with trust and love in your eyes, it really takes his breath away. He also likes it if you cling to him or hide behind him when you get nervous, and when you show him things you’re really excited about. He might not always understand what you’re telling him about, especially if the subjects you’re interested in are more obscure, academic, or artistic, but he loves listening to you talk about them regardless.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Mason is incredibly protective, and he’s very strategic about how he protects you. If he can manipulate or leverage his position as a cop to resolve a situation, he will. The less you know about his efforts behind the scenes, the better. He never wants you to look at him with fear or disgust. If you’re in immediate danger and he has no choice, Mason can kill with no remorse. He will act like he feels worse about it than he does, so you hopefully won’t think of him as a monster…

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Mason puts a lot of effort into dates and anniversaries, but might not always have a great idea of what you’d like. He starts out with stereotypical romantic dinner dates, and if you’re not particularly interested in those, he’ll have a difficult time trying to figure out what it is you’d actually like lol. He could just ask you, but he doesn’t want to admit that he’s lost on what to try. Ace overhears him asking Hunter for advice and roasts him about it endlessly 😭

Okay sorry, got carried away there lol. Everyday tasks get as much effort as he has energy for, being tired much of the time. He likes casually going shopping with you and buying you gifts here and there 💕💕

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

…….his whole career. No offense meant.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s old and his back hurts, he doesn’t have the time or energy to care too much about his looks. That said, he does try to keep his beard and hair trimmed, and as long as his clothes are clean and not-too-wrinkled, he’s good to go 🫡

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Mason would be able to go about everyday life and continue to do his job, compartmentalizing to hell and back, but any light he had left inside him is dead. Nothing gets a genuine reaction from him anymore; it’s as close to an automaton as a human– or werewolf– can get.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Mason’s pretty casual about physical affection. In another post I’ve talked about how he’ll keep his hand on your thigh when you’re in the passenger seat and he’s driving. Similarly, when you’re walking, he often holds your hand and absentmindedly strokes his thumb over your hand. Also, every once in a while, when he’s sure nobody else is around to see, he will playfully slap your ass (if you’re okay with it). He’s not easy to embarrass but asking him to do that more often, or in front of other people, is a good way to do it lol.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Mason loves you and can excuse almost anything you do. Even if you’re committing crimes left-and-right, and helping Ace make his life harder, he’ll go easy on you. Ace would be constantly pouting about the blatant favoritism lmao.

The only thing that would really make him sad would be if you rejected his love, and his gifts. It’s not a deal breaker, he’s sure he’ll win you over eventually, it just really hurts to hear you say horrible things to him, or destroy whatever he brings you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Mason likes to drink a little nightcap before bed, usually a small shot of liquor. It helps him relax and unwind after a long day. One of the werewolves bought him a maternity pillow as a joke about him being a “mom friend” and he still sleeps with it anyway. It helps with his back and knees ☺️💕