#but sorry if it sucks i wrote this on 2 hours of sleep

[xephyras]

' A Second Reflection '

MDNI. 18+ ONLY.

a/n: i fear i possibly cooked with this? idk, i wrote it in like 2 hours. first cillian murphy centric smut kinda goes hard.

btw: that new M. Night Shyalaman movie ‘Trap’ sucks. It's basically slutty Josh Hartnett being a dad with mommy issues and everyone not doing their job.

Second, yes, this is fucking diabolical and will in fact be better because I am amazing at writing darker shit.

Third, yes, this is because I watched Red Eye again on my Roku at 1 a.m in my duplex. (Sorry to my upstairs neighbor if you heard my tv.)

warnings: DUB/NONCON. dead dove do NOT eat, 18+, evil!dom!stalker! jackson rippner and sub! reader. jackson rippner is an actual villain, not bastardized, rough sex, unprotected p in v, breeding kink from rippner, dumbification (once again my weakness), heavy degregation, spit kink, biting kink, just overall really mouthy rippner, major power play kink, size difference if you squint, bruising, hickeys, break in, choking, hair pulling, slapping, mirror kink, blood kink, also, jackson rippner is like lowk pathetic bcz, yk... men whining.

word count: 4.18k

NOT proofread, I apologize in advance for any errors or mistakes!

"Keep your eyes on me, slut. I want to see your face while I fuck you.” He barked out, straining on your hair again as he pulled you up.

Darkness filled the room you sat in comfortably, your dust-covered mirror shimmering softly in the cinnamon candles you had lit a few minutes before. Duvet covered pulled up to your chest, and legs shuffling under with a comfort that always seemed to await you, you felt entirely serene.

The day was as usual boring, mostly spent inside working from home, taking a few calls, and mellowing around in your pajamas. These days seem to muddle together into one big mix, but it was nothing you fret over. It was rather comforting compared to the busy streets which bustled from the early hours of dawn to the peak of the night.

Only thing you would say that pinched wildly at your relaxation like a child on St. Patrick's day seeing a person not wearing green, was the overwhelming feeling of a set of prying eyes on you. However, this had become realtively common since you played that damned mirror in front of your bed.

You commonly had liked to rearrange your room; especially on the late nights where your shitty sleep schedule caught up, giving bursts of energy late at night. Hence, you assumed it was your paranoia playing a hopscotch game with you.

Nevertheless, you found the serenity of your window open, blowing a soft wind in, rather comforting. Leaving the blinds open often to let the orange sunset light in, you simply would stare until it went dark at times. Being on the first floor of your home, too, passerby's were actually much more fun to look at than you realized. ‘People-watching’, as some would call it.

However, in this night specifically, the warm breeze flushing onto your shoulders felt rather omniscient of some warning it communicated. You didn't get it, but something irked you. To deprive yourself of your own time, you simply read a book, traveling your mind into the world of your favorite reads.

Conversely, your brain pried at you. Thinking it was simply a lack of sleep, especially because it was now around a quarter after midnight, you set the hard book down. It was a hot night, you might as well have left your window open. After all, it was a safer neighborhood.

After blowing out the residue of your melted candles, you covered the rest of your body with the duvet. Serenity at last, you thought. Gently shutting your eyes, you simply wandered off mentally.

Despite being a rather heavy sleeper, you woke within a few hours to a sense of hefty paranoia. Your eyes couldn't even adjust at first to the darkness and the heaviness of them. Wiping your tiredness away, you peered into your mirror questionably.

The window you leave open, which usually shines in the dim moonlight, was almost blocked? Almost like a shadow. Slowly turning your head to your window to assume it was just your brain, you suddenly saw.

With your heart and sleepiness practically leaping out of your throat in a stiffled yell, shoved the covers off you, preparing to defend your every move. It wasn't just a fucking dark shadow, an entire, short, but rather wide looking silhouette of a man stood quietly, almost mannequin like, against your window sill.

“What the— What the fuck. What the fuck?!” You suddenly screeched out as loud as your throat could allow, the burning of your vocal chords was anything but sensational.

A deep chuckled emerged from the silhouette, shoulders bouncing somehow in a threatening manner. He held something in a pocket of a sweater, of course.

“You need to calm down before I slit your goddamn throat right here.” He suddenly sneered.

You were absolutely frozen, eyes wide with tears you didn't feel even forming. Hands bundled into fists in front of you futily, shaking like you were about to have a seizure.

He stood entirely still once more, practically observing you like some doctor. You decided haphazardly to stand onto your mattress, trying to get a better advantage of higher ground, more area to attack if he did decide to run at you.

“You— need to get the fuck out! Now!” You screamed at the end, trying to not simply break down sobbing. With purpose, your eyes scanned across your room for some weapon.

“I said calm down!” He suddenly grunted out, stomping with one long stride towards you. His palm latched itself to your ankle, dragging you from your sudden position, your head hitting the wall as you fell onto your spine.

A burning familiar to that of a minor concussion filled your senses, a stiffled sob leaving your throat as your vision filled with a dark white, if even possible. Ringing filled your ears as you felt yourself get dragged practically to lay on your stomach, facing your mirror.

He suddenly muttered almost to no one but himself, “You know, you're fucking pathetic. Can't even hold a good fight. All you do is sit—”

A grunt left his throat as he forced his sweater off, tosing it to the side. “And do absolutely nothing. You're a lazy bitch, you should be grateful I’m doing this.” He whispered into your ear, his stubble tickling along your jaw.

Desperately despite your mingling pain in your brain which seemed to radiate to your neck, you flipped yourself to your side, hands raising to try and fling themselves at him. You simply found his hand, calloused and rough, gripping a lump full of your hair, tangling it into his hand. He shoved your head into the mattress, unable to move.

“Stop fighting me, it's useless, whore.” He cursed out to you, a hint of lingering amusement in his poisoned words.

He certainly was talkative. “God, finally able to touch you after so long. You know, I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to do this.” He chuckled out, his voice was unforgivingly soothing while his hands gripped your head like a vice, and forcing the other to grope, pinch, and slap at your back and ass.

Wanting to have his fun, of course. “You need to do more. You're too… lazy. Maybe I’ll fuck a good baby into you, make you mine.” Sneering his voice next to your jaw, licking suddenly. The mixed smell of his aftershave and mahogany-esque cologne was all you tried to focus on.

Your head was utterly pounding, a slight ring in your eardrums forcuing yourself to feel even more of a head ache. Along with his snagging hand forcing you to the bed, and other groping you grotesquely, all you felt was utter pain and despair.

With as much energy as you could have put, you screamed out. Surely someone in this blasted neighborhood would hear. Screaming your pleas of help, Jackson tugged on your hair tight, snapping your neck back and cutting those yells off with a simple yelp into the air like an injured dog.

He dragged his hand from your lower back to your neck, shaking and wet from your tears which stained where he previously pushed you down. With force, he grabbed your neck tight, cutting your blood, but not air off.

“For someone so fucking lazy, only thing you can do right now is put your vocals to use? I will stab you right here and make it look like a suicide. Do yourself a favor and stop gambling with your life.” He enunciated, using his lips to drag themselves along the surrounding area of your ear.

A choke left your throat as the blood rushed back to your brain, the dazy and numb feeling leaving your pained head. You simply felt yourself get flipped to your back, finally being able to see some of the man's face.

He was unfortunately one of the most handsome men you had seen. A sharp jaw, stubbled beard he kept recently, piercing blue eyes. God, why did he have to be doing this?

“Stop it! I'll give you money! Please just stop!” You rasped out with desperate sobs, feeling yourself tears reach to your collarbones. Your nose was running heavy, and lips soaked with your own drool . You didn't care. You were focused enough the fact this man was in your home, hurting you.

His demeanor seemed suddenly much more gentle, but falsely. Like a lion acting gentle as it slowly prides itself up to its prey. His knees trapped around one of yours, holding you tight. With one of his hands, he held your chin now.

Leaning into your wet and puffy face as he smirked, he finally tantalizingly reached his lips to your jaw. “The more you plead, the harder I’m gonna get, and the longer I’ll use you.”

Finally leaning back, he raised his hand to your cheek and slammed it down, hard. A sound only described as a clap released itself along your bedroom walls, swinging your head to the side. Pain radiated harshly though your cheek, hot and burning.

He chuckled at this and leaned down his lips to your heaving neck, using his hands to stabilize himself on either side of your head. Wanting to have a bit of fun with his food so to speak, he licked. Starting at your collarbone, leading itself up to your jugular with silent breaths.

When he did reach, he bit down harshly, hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to severely hurt you. A loud shriek left your throat like some horror movie character, your hands flinging up to pull his hair away and desperately claw.

A pained groan left his throat, but he smiled. Finally getting a better view at his face, teeth slightly pink from your neck and his silky hair feeling like knives in your hands suddenly, you realized couldn't even fight him.

Pausing his actions, he developed a nasty sneer of his face, suddenly spitting a glob at your cheek, grabbing your wrists tight enough you knew it'd bruise. Crashing them down into the bed beside you, he dipped his head down once more to your bleeding neck.

Teeth sank into your skin like marshmallows in an out, ranks of pain radiating from your tailbone all the way to the top of your head like you were in a house fire. All you could hear was the ringing of your blasted ears, his heavy breathing and whines, and the shuffle of the duvet.

“God, you taste so fucking good.” He hummed out, licking up the residues and admiring your skin like some sort of art project he made, one he'd surely put on the fridge.

“You know…” he finally leaned back, resting on his knees which trapped you into his touch.

“I've been watching you for a while—before tonight.” Jackson hummed contently, his raspy whisper leaking itself into your ears like honey.

“Especially because… you don't know when—” he spoke, getting up to close the open window. You knew you should've taken it as a chance, but you were frozen. He adjusted your whimsy curtains above it.

“—when to close your goddamn window. It's been such a joy to watch you, you know that? Every morning, you laying in your bed practically refusing to get up… all the way to laying yourself down, leaving it open to feel the breeze.” He chuckled finally at his last words, almost as if to nonverbally stupidly you.

Your head was pounding, the previously persistent ringing now dying down to a simple static noise, deep in your brain. Choked sobs left your throat, your chest heaving with every breath. Barely even being able to see due to the cloudiness of your wet tears, you blinked frantically.

“My boyfriend will be home so—” you attempted to sneer out, getting cut off with a vocal scoff.

“You need to learn how to stop lying, baby.”

Almost as if tantalizing your stupid word choice, he grazed his fingertips up and down your torso, riding your tank top up slightly with every stroke. His breath—you noticed—was heavier, his chest rising and falling every movement.

With a solid hiss, he forced your tank top off you, to which of course to his not-so-very-big-suprise, revealing your bare chest. After watching you for a while, he noticed you would most of the time wear either nothing, or a tank top, maybe paired with some underwear, usually black or navy. Rare occasions, maroon.

A deep chuckle poured out his throat as his rough hands went to your breasts, cupping and kneading them like dough. It hurt, clearly because he had no intent of making you even feel anything. He just craved you like a wolf craved a little sheep. Cries of pain left your throat, trying to claw your hands at his to no avail.

Your hips and legs wouldn't budge as he sat right on them, your head hurt too much to move, your arms like noodles from the sheer anxiety and shock you felt. To this, he laughed in a false-lit pity. Pinching at your nipples, he made sure to leave you as sensitive as possible, with intent to make you cry even more.

Exult filled his icy eyes as his hands dragged themselves down your belly, massaging your sides and hips like fresh bread. It tickled, somehow—the way he moved his hands now around the waistband of your underwear.

They were a deep navy blue, however looked black in this dark room. Shakily exhaling, Jackson dipped his fingers across the line of your clothing, before quickly pulling them clean off, the fabric resting on your shaking legs.

Another shrill howl left your raspy throat, trying to wriggle your hips out of his body weight. He bellowed back quietly in mock, anger mustering his tone. Another hard, cranial slap landed on the side of your head.

“Shut the fuck up.” He berated now; amusement present.

“I’ve always dreamed of this… even nights I didn't sleep.” he cooed out, coaxing one of your hands to his crotch.

You sneered out a messy cry as he pressed your hand to his tented pants, feeling his cock practically throbbing. His breath left his lips shakily as he forced your hand to feel him. Conversely, he kept his hand tight on your hips, not covered finally.

Finally smacking your hand back, he shimmied off the pants he had on after unbuttoning them. He didn't care to pull them all the way down, why not make it a quickie—you know?

“You look like such a whore right now…” he cooed out almost an octave higher, those threatening eyes gazing daggers at you.

An idea suddenly formed in his head as he looked up to himself in the mirror across from your bed. A toothy smile like a sharks spread across his jaw. Piercing his eyes back down, he grunted, flipping you into your stomach once more.

“I want you to see your stupid fucking face while I use you.” he blazed out, sharply snapping your head up by a chunk of your hair.

Your face was a mess. Puffy red eyes, red nose and cheeeks. Entirely wet with tears and snot. Not to mention, you looked absolutely devastated, which was expected, but not this bad.

A choked wail left your throat as you heard his pants shimmy down slightly, and felt his boxers, and clothed cock resting against your pussy. In response, he cooed under his breath. His hand pressed harshly into your lower back.

“It's a shame I haven't done this sooner, you cry like a fucking animal… it's so beautiful.” He mewled out to your face in the mirror rather than looking down at you.

Tearing down his boxers finally, you could hear his cock spring free and tap lightly on his stomach. He was of course hard, more than he had ever felt in a while. hence the fact he'd get off almost nightly thinking of you. Fucking into his fist with throaty groans, imagining it was your cunt instead.

A hearty sigh left his chest as he stroked himself a few times, the precum on his tip shining in the dim moonlight which simmered through the window. He made sure he was slow with his movements, not wanting to end this too fast.

“Keep your eyes on me, slut. I want to see your face while I fuck you.” He barked out once more, straining on your hair again as he pulled you up.

You let out a few whiny sobs, knowing you couldn't get out of this situation. Your scalp burnt. Gazing your eyes up to his face, you saw nothing but lust, and focus. The worst part was you knew he could get away with it.

“Please no— no, no, no, no!” You babbled out with purpose.l

"No, no, no, don't do this!” he mocked an octave higher, looking down to his leaking cock.

“Just sit still, you'll be fine, bitch.” He scoffed.

Lining himself up to you, he spat down on his cock, stroking himself a few more times to give less friction while he fucked you. Emitting a slight grunt, he finally leaned himself into your pussy, feeling your walls and savoring every inch he dove in.

A loud wail left your mouth, you felt like you were practically being split into 2 as he finally bottomed out. His cock was big enough to press hard against your cervix, the feeling was uncomfortable. Desperately, you tried to wriggle your hips off; nevertheless, he held your hips tight.

“I said be still, dumbass.” He hissed out, landing a loud spank on your ass, surely leaving it red.

“God, you feel so—” he enunciated his words, thrusting sharply into you. “So… fucking tight.” He finished his words, chuckling in the air at the end.

Placing his other hand on your hip and holding you steady, he started a rhythmic pace, slow and drawn out. Despite the slowness, he practically pounded into you as hard as he could, savoring your small cries with each stroke.

Craning his neck back to the ceiling, he gently shut his eyes and let his jaw fall open, babbling on in pleasure. A small curse left his lips, his eyes dipping back down to your ass which shook slightly with each thrust.

“Fuck… oh my God, you feel so good. You feel—” he enunciated his words more, sharply picking up the pace, the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting the bump of your cervix was intoxicating to him.

The pain was slightly settling down as he kept thrusting into you, your body naturally making yourself wet to lessen the friction. Almost shamefully, you couldn't lie and say it didn't feel good.

If anything, it felt phenomenal. After that pain settled, the feeling of his cock driving into you so deep—deeper than you'd ever felt—was shamefully pleasureful. Despite head still throbbing with his hand tight in it, and the fact you're still a sobbing mess, you couldn't help but whine out in this twisted pleasure.

You were ashamed, but it was better than feeling any sort of pain. To the sounds of your little cries turning into whimpers of pleasure, he laughed heartily, spanking your ass once more just to watch it shake.

“See? Now that you're being obedient, I don't have to hurt you anymore, bitch.” He leaned down, tantalizingly whispering.

As he kept his head next to yours, you couldn't help hear his heavy breath and the slight mewls leaving his throat, deep and pathetic, almost. From your hips, he ran his hands down to the small of your back, pressing your arch further down .

Darting out his tongue, he licked your jaw slightly, reminicsing his gaze over your bruised bite marks that finally stopped bleeding. Landing his tongue on your jugular once more, he planted rather soft kisses. Much better than biting, anyways.

He continued to kiss around the back of your neck and the sides, the stubble tickling you. The mix of this ticklish feeling and his hips pistoning into yours finally started to postpone your crying, leaving you in a whiny state.

“God, you really are a whore, huh? Getting fucking used and you're over here whining like a little puppy.” He slammed his hand down once more, making you yell loudly.

Grazing your eyes to the mirror, the sight you saw was definitely one you'll remember, both for the horrifying reason and one of the fact this man looked utterly pathetic for you. Higher sounding breaths, head dipped to the back of your neck with kisses, and hands kneading our ass.

His eyes pierced up to the mirror, making eye contact with your still wet and puffy eyes. Smirking softly at you, he turned his head from the mirror to the side of your face. Linking his lips with your earlobe, he started speaking.

“See how slutty you look right now? You love this…” he spoke in such a tantalizing way it made you shudder.

You could barely even keep your head up, resting it on the plush mattress as you kept letting you your small moans. Each thrust was pure and plain pleasure. Shockwaves sent up your spine and fogging up your brain.

It could've been the mix of anxiety and your head hitting the wall earlier, but you could barely do anything but moan out in bliss mixed with agony. He leaned back up, flicking his hair back with a jerk of his neck.

The idea popped in his head to reach his hand down finally under your hips, keeping one on your ass to hold you steady. Delicately, he rubbed slow, intricate circles with his index on your clit. Back arching further down with pleasure, you let out an almost pornographic moan.

“Oh, you like that…” he cooed rhetorically, cocking his head to the side as he observed your reaction almost clinically.

His hands moved almost masterfully on your clit, the nerves sending an overwhelming pleasure over your entire body. Your legs shook diabolically, toes curling. Trying your best to stifle how good it felt, you bit down harshly on your lip, feeling your lower stomach arise with a familiar feeling of pleasure.

A sudden, quiet moan left the bottom of his throat, an octave higher than any of the words he'd spoken to you. He even sounded hot, and it tormented you. You could tell he was close to cumming by the way his hips stuttered slightly, how vocal he was getting.

“Fuck… I didn't expect you to feel so— so good." he whined out, dipping down his head, holding your ass tight as he probably could've. It hurt, but not as bad as being bitten or slapped.

He quickly leaned his head back to the ceiling, mouth agape with small whines leaving his throat. With his hand still on your clit, you could actually feel yourself getting closer. The way he looked in the dark in that mirror was somewhat driving you crazy. Yet, you dared not look at yourself, feeling a shame that you think will never be cured.

“Oh— God… fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbled out incoherently, suddenly burying his hips into you as deep as he could've gotten, dipping his torso down to bite harshly on your shoulder.

Somehow that was the tipping point for you, feeling that bite and his warm spurts of cum burst into you, foreign and good. Feeling your brain go numb and your mouth agape, your legs trembled heavily.

With that, a loud and drawn out whine left your puffy lips, your hands gripping the duvet sheets as tight as they could. He stood still besides the feeling of his cock still twitching inside of you.

His chest heaved heavily, pressing against your back tight as he popped his hips into you a few more times, just to fuck his cum into you. Leaning back up with a shaky groan, he examined the damage he did to you.

Bruised ass and hips, bites all over your shoulder and neck, slight blood, your crying face in the mirror, and despite all that: he made you cum. He was actually rather proud of himself for that, even though he swore he would just kill you after.

Biting his lip and pulling his cock out of you, stuffing himself inside his boxers once more, he began to speak.

“You're pathetic.” He hissed.

Buttoning his pants back up, he tore himself off that bed, leaving you alone in it. Picking up that sweater from off the floor and the knife he had stuffed in it, he examined you once more. He darted his eyes from the shiny knife to your body, shaky and limp, yet still crying.

“Can't even move now, huh? I dumbed you down real good…” he stepped over you, dragging the knife up and down your spine, watching the goosebumps it gave you.

“Too bad I can't kill you. Your cunt feels to good.” He whispered to your ear.

With that, he stuffed the knife back in his pocket and swung your bedroom door open. He would of course rather just leave through the front door. Turning back to your body, he chuckled.

“I’d prefer you leave your front door unlocked rather than your window.”

another a/n: i deeply apologize for how nasty this is! enjoy and take dark smut crumbs, my fellow jackson rippner lovers.

[riality-check]

more daisy jones-adjacent things. this time, they're finally starting to hate each other a little less.

parts 1, 2, and 3, for your reading pleasure. less drugs this time around, but way more talk about steve's ptsd. part 5. part 6. part 7.

ao3

Steve has never co-written anything before. All of his songs are his, from start to finish. Every note, every chord, every syllable is his invention, and he takes them all very seriously.

That's not to say that he doesn't accept help. He wouldn't be himself if he wasn't constantly bouncing ideas off of Robin and Dustin and Lucas, and he always has other people look it over and offer suggestions.

But the initial creation? That's all him. Steve likes that kind of control.

Writing with a band is very different. Eddie declares it, the song Steve pissed him off enough into writing, done after they've got lyrics and a lead guitar part.

"They'll write the rest," he says, like it's that simple.

Steve can't imagine letting go that much. In all honesty, he's scared shitless. He's never been good at being nice. Charming, yes. Nice, no. And he doesn't know how he'll be nice if the drum, bass, and rhythm guitar parts suck.

It's his song. Well, his and Eddie's, which is weird to think about, but still.

Steve has never co-written anything before.

And, to make matters worse, he fell asleep last night.

He knew it was coming. He's never made it past seventy-two hours, no matter how hard he tries or how high he gets. He knew it was coming, and he prepped as best as he could.

That didn't stop him from sleeping in three hour bursts, at max. Torn between the nightmares and the exhaustion and the crash, he freaked out, passed out, and repeated the cycle until he had to get up and go to the studio.

At least this time, last night, he was back in the Byers house. Scary as shit, with the initial confusion never fading, but it's the best of the nightmares he gets. Between the dogs and the torture, Steve's brain has plenty of worse things to torment him with.

Maybe he should be grateful, but he's never been good at dealing with what he's given.

This morning, he doesn't need to take anything. He's tired, but not that tired, and he's trying to give himself breaks when he can.

He doesn't want to die. He just wants to stay awake.

He has a coffee, though. That's mostly for the taste. His tolerance is shot to hell, so it's not like caffeine makes a real difference.

Steve walks into the studio, coffee in hand, and sees the band setting up and tuning their instruments. Jeff gives him a little wave, Gareth nods absently as he tightens his snare, and Archie positively beams.

"Steve, you're a saint," he says, a little mischief in his eyes. "Different chords, finally. I could kiss you."

Steve laughs and promptly cuts himself off when he sees Eddie staring at him.

"Do I have something on my face?" he asks once the silence has stretched on for too long.

"Why are you here?" Eddie asks bluntly.

Steve, notably, doesn't flinch back. He doesn't snap. He doesn't do anything that he would regret later.

He just says, steadily, "I can go if you don't want me."

He stands there, and he swallows back his hurt. He thought Eddie was finally warming up to him. He took Eddie's fighting words as an improvement from being ignored. And, as usual, Steve thought wrong.

"Hang on a sec," Jeff says. He sets his guitar down and stands between Steve and Eddie. "I said I wanted Steve on backing vocals for this."

"Is Steve not on backing vocals?" Gareth asks from the other side of the room.

"Far as I know, he is," Archie says with a pointed look at Eddie.

Eddie turns to look at Jeff instead. Steve watches their intense staring match and thinks about just walking out.

Before he can take the first step, Eddie says, "Fine."

"Fine what?" Steve can't help but ask.

"Stay."

Steve nods, but he turns to Jeff. "Are you sure? It's fine if-"

"I'm sure," Jeff says. "I think you wrote this song more for your register than mine."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," Jeff says. "I changed everything I can't hit, but I just want a little more support, you know?"

Steve looks around the little studio space, around at all the cables and amps and mics and instruments, and he counts. Then counts again.

"There's only four mics," he says.

Jeff picks his guitar back up and gives it a little strum. "Share with Eddie."

"What?" Eddie says, looking like he would rather walk out than do that.

"Nothing against you, Steve," Jeff explains, ignoring Eddie. "I'm just a big personal space guy. Can't focus otherwise."

Steve looks over at Eddie, still sitting, still scowling.

"Fine," he says, because he'll be professional, even if Eddie won't.

"You guys are fucking killing me," Chrissy says, and Argyle, the audio engineer next to her, nods in agreement. "Can we get this show on the road?"

Gareth gives them a little salute, one that Chrissy rolls her eyes at. "We all ready?"

"As we'll ever be," the rest of the band choruses.

Steve shrugs. "Yeah."

"You warm up?" Eddie asks, walking toward his mic.

Steve follows. "Never do."

Eddie rolls his eyes, but then Chrissy gives them the all-clear, Gareth counts them off, and they start.

And something switches.

Steve knew this would be higher energy. Different genre, different sound, whatever. But there's something fucking electric about playing with a band instead of being by himself in an iso booth, drilling vocals until he has a take he's happy with.

Recording with a band brings a different sort of energy. It creates a feedback loop, getting them higher, playing faster, sounding better.

Steve tells himself to back off. He's not the star of this show. He's been invited, and a quarter of the people in this room don't want him here.

But filling in the gaps has always come easy to him, and he gives the backing vocals his all.

And somewhere between the guitar solo and the end of the song, Eddie smiles at him for the first time.

It's quick, but it's blinding. Steve didn't think Eddie could smile until he does. It's quick as a flash and wide and feral and a little mean, but it's there, and it's directed at him.

But just like that, the first take is over. It was messy and imperfect, and as soon as it ends, Eddie is back to scowling at him.

But it's not as harsh. And that's how Steve knows that he wasn't imagining that little bit of something.

"Holy shit," Archie says, as soon as they're done. "This is gonna be a good song."

"It's gonna be a great song," Jeff says.

"I want more from Steve," Gareth adds, and the rest of the guys agree.

Even Eddie, however begrudgingly.

"Alright, boys," Chrissy says. "You've got the fun out of your systems. Let's focus and make some music."

Steve looks over at Eddie, who nods, however slightly. And he thinks, because he has never been able to kill hope a day in his life, that they could make a good team if Eddie could stop hating his guts.

[donnieisonfire]

Dan from Law,

Phil from Media & Editing

hi yall!!! chapter 2 woooooo :) there is smut in this, so minors fuck awwwwff sos. basically, dan JORKS IT and regrets it when phil takes him out for coffee

AO3 link - Chapter One!

tags :

- office au dan & phil

- porn with plot

- masturbation

- post nut clarity (sorry dan)

- mentions of stupidly expensive coffee (sorry phil’s wallet)

Daniel couldn’t spend more than 5 hours without his brain attacking him with thoughts of the blonde from floor 6 (the media & editing floor.)

When he was driving home from work, when he was boiling the kettle for his 2nd pot noodle of the day, when he was in the shower, when his hand was moving down to his cock while he laid splayed out on his ned as he dried from his shower.

Dan’s eyes flutter shut, a soft hum leaving his throat as he wraps his lanky-bitch hands around the base of his semi-chubbed dick. His mind flicks to Phil’s soft features, he had a bit of baby fat, even if he seemed a few years older than Dan.

Dan continued to lazily stroke himself, quickening as he firmed up, to the mental thought of Phil. The fact his height wouldn’t be a problem if they were to kiss, the fact Phil teased him back about the way he wrote his name on that fuck-ass napkin, the way that his bleacher-blonde hair was growing out and he could see about 2 inches of brown hair.

His hair, fuck, he’d love to grab it as he pushed Phil down on him. His hair looked soft, freshly washed and conditioned. Fuck, what Dan would do to fuck a dude with genuinely decent hygiene standards. Focus, Dan, focus.

His hand quickened as he mentally pictured Phil sucking on him, him pushing his head down until Phil’s head would push against his pubic bone. Dan let out a soft ‘Fuck, Phil-‘ as his hips stutter, pushing up before his abdomen was painted with his come.

He waited until his legs stopped feeling like they might collapse before he trudges over to his bathroom and cleans himself up. He looks in the small round bathroom above his toilet as he takes a leak after he cleans the cum off his stomach. He grimaces at himself, a bit disgusted with himself after what he just done. Fuck.

***

Dan was in his cubicle, finishing typing a contract up. His brain wouldn’t let him sleep the night prior, filled with guilt over wanking over some random blonde man that probably wasn’t even queer, let alone interested in him. He felt the effects of the sleep deprivation undoubtedly, pushing his face into his hand. He wished he could shut off his mind, destroy all responsibilities and just sleep.

He decides to pause on his contract, walking across the floor to the shared kitchen. He opens the kitchen, grabbing a plain red mug with the company logo on it (as his precious Yoda mug resting in his cupboard at home, safe) and pours some Nescafé granules into the cup.

The kettle only started hissing as “Hello, Dan from Law.”

Dan turns his head, “Oh. Hello, Phil from Media and Editing.” he mutters. His head flashes back to last night, when his hand was wrapped around his dick, the thought of Phil his mental wank bank for the night. Guilt hit again. He stares down at his granules in his cup, hoping that if he stared hard enough, Phil and all of his memories of Phil would disappear.

The kettle’s switch flips, signalling it was boiled. Dan clears his throat and pours the boiled water on-top of his granules. He reaches for sugar, and- “Oh, for fucks sake.” Dan grumbles. There is none, because, of course there’s none.

“You could always come christen the Costa with me? Y’know, the one in the lobby?” Phil offers, “They just put out the Christmas drinks menu, I wanna try ‘em.” He continues.

Dan looks over, “I can’t. It’s like a fiver for a coffee there.” he sighs. Maybe it was an excuse, but there was some truth behind it. He wasn’t able to just splurge on a Costa whenever his coffee wouldn’t be perfect.

“My treat.” Phil really wanted Dan to share this coffee with him, shit.

Dan nods, “Okay. I’ll take my 15 minute. I’ll meet you there.” he promises.

***

Dan presses the ‘F1’ button on the elevator, giving a small “Hey.” to the other woman in the elevator as he entered and done so. Soon enough, he’s on floor one, and walking towards the Costa. It’ll be nice to have a coffee made by someone other than himself, for once. And it won’t cost him a penny.

It may cost him his dignity, having to stare into the eyes of the unsuspecting dude who he wanked off to the night previous, however, free coffee.

“Hey.” Dan says, walking over to Phil, who was sitting at a high-top table. Phil smiles at him, “You didn’t ditch.”

“Indeed I did not.” Dan looks over at whatever Phil was cradling inbetween his hands, stealing the warmth, making the cold Winter’s of London even a little less brutal for himself.

“What do you want?” Phil asks, standing up. “Again, my treat. I get paid pretty good.” Dan notices how expressive he was with him hands, how bad was it that he was envisioning those hands wrapped around him? God, he needed his brain to shut up. Or a random Grindr hookup. That might work.

“Uhm. Just a coffee, a bit of milk. Half a sugar.” Dan answers, following Phil like a fucking lost puppy as he stands up and begins to queue up. “So, Phil from media.” Dan starts, “What’d you get?”

Phil looks down at his cup. “Some mix of a frappé and a hot chocolate. With like, 4 sugars. And whipped cream.”

Sweet. So sweet. Dan cringed a bit at the mere thought of taking a sip of that. “How are you not bouncing off the fucking walls?” Dan snorts.

Phil shrugs, “Just doesn’t affect me.” he answers as he walks up to the counter, them being the first in the queue now. “Coffee, please. Some milk, half a sugar.” Phil said his order for him?? Cool. No awkward line-smiling at the barista that doesn’t want to be there any more than he does.

Phil taps his card as he chats to Dan. They wait for Dan’s coffee to be put on the counter and then they walk back to the table. “Thanks, man.” Phil only nods in reply to Dan’s thanks.

They sit down at the high-top table, there were multiple coffee cup stains on the table. ‘Mhmm. Atmospheric coffee stains.’ Dan thinks.

“So, you only just started?” Dan asks, taking a sip of his coffee. Fuck, now that was the good stuff. “It’s pretty nice here. Pay’s a bit shit for apprentices though.” Dan says, referring to himself when he said apprentices.

“Yeah, started last…Wednesday? I think?” He says, cocking his head to the side slightly, pushing his shoulders up into a shrug before pushing some of his drink’s whipped cream onto his finger and pushing the digit into his mouth, drinking down the cream while staring directly into Dan’s eyes.

Fuck, Dan wouldn’t forget that easily.

‘He must’ve known what he was doing there..’ Dan’s head whirrs, but Phil’s guilt-free expression when he takes his finger out his mouth and dries it off on a napkin says otherwise.

“Cool. Right.” Dan mumbled, voice muffled against the lid of his coffee before taking a big gulp. He didn’t care about if it burnt his mouth, he cared more about distracting his brain from flooding blood to his dick.

[lizzieislife94x]

Mile High Club (w.m)

WandaG!PxFem Reader

Just a little update to keep the stories up to date I only started writing like 5 days ago but for some reason I enjoy writing g!p don't know why but I hope you enjoy if you don't only way to fix it is by messaging me YOUR requests what you would like to read but until then y'all have to deal with what my imagination creates lmaooo. Anyway enjoy 😉 (sorry just keeping what was already wrote bc im copy and pasting)

Y/ns POV: 

"Uggggh how long is left until we arrive wanda I feel like we've been up here for 8 hours" I groan at the annoyed looking witch across from me, she just gives me a death stare "y/n shut up I don't want to be here anymore than you do I'd rather be doing literally anything else than this we've only been in the air 40 minutes and I swear if you don't shut up I will throw you out this jet I'm not dealing with your whining for the next 7 hours, go entertain yourself or sleep I don't really care just do it away from me" she spits out and I feel a mixture of emotions the strangest is turned on when she yells at me or gives me a death stare it makes me feel some kinda way I'm not gonna lie I purposely annoy her at times to get a reaction because its such a turn on, we've both been on the avengers for like 3 years now and we never really liked each other I don't dislike her but we never really got to know each other to like each other so it kind of went from there I think that's why the team sent just me and her because they can't bare to be in the same room as us when we bicker never mind trapped in metal bird for 7 hours, I shake my head getting out of my thoughts and let out a frustrated sigh "fine you stay up here I'm going to go lay down I don't wanna be here either I'd rather be at a bar having fun drinking and potentially hooking up with someone than behere I don't know why fury put us on this stupid mission" I say with attitude as I storm away not giving her time to reply.

3 hours later

I continued to toss and turn like I have been the last few hours I can't seem to fall asleep then an idea pops into my head I bite my lip and slide my hand down my sweat pants and panties letting out a low moan at the contact I slowly start to rub circles on my clit teasing myself as the thought of Wanda pops into my head I can't lie but every time I need to get off I can't help but think of her nothing else seems to work I continue to tease my clit before sliding my hand out and taking off my sweats and panties mhh much better I slide my hand back down to my pussy and close my eyes continuing the teasing of my clit fuck this feels good, I slide my 2 fingers into my already dripping cunt and begin to thrust slowly letting out moans getting lost in the pleasure "oh fuck Wanda yessss right there don't stop" I moan completely forgetting where I am I don't notice due to the amazing feeling I'm bring myself "fuck fuck I'm so bad I need you to put me in my place daddy"

I instantly freeze when I hear a snicker I know to well and I don't dare open my eyes fuck fuck fuck "eyes on me y/n" she states as her accent creeps through this isn't happening I open my eyes and look up at a smug Wanda and my eyes instantly catch her huge bulge in her sweats holy fuck, I pull my fingers out and close my legs and mumble breathless "what are you doing here a little privacy please" she smirks and bites her lip "I wouldn't have bothered until I heard you moan my name that caught my interest so I came over and heard you moaning about how much of a bad girl you where and you wanted me to put you in place so here I am princess spread those legs for daddy let me see that pretty pussy" I instantly open my legs for her fuck why do I feel the need to do as she says, she walks over to the bed biting her lip as she removes her clothes and the minute she removes her boxers my mouth falls open she's huge Holy shit "suck" she commands and I comply crawling over to her and biting lip, I take hold of her hard member and she let's out a moan, fuck that was hot I lower my head and tease her tip with my tounge wanting more of those sweet sweet moans and it works I slide more of her into my mouth trying to get all of her in, I start gagging and feel tears run down my cheek as she pulls out of me

"oh y/n well work on that don't worry princess the key is to breath through your nose but we'll get there" I blush as she pushes me back to lay down and climbs between my legs she wastes no time in attacking my clit and the sounds that leave my mouth I don't recognise no girl has made me feel like this let alone in the space of 30 seconds I continue to moan getting louder as she slides 3 fingers into my waiting cunt fuckkkkk "shit daddy don't stop I'm so fucking close" I beg and feel her smirk into my cunt after a few more thrusts of her magical fingers I cum with a scream of her name "fuck y/n that was so fucking sexy, I can't wait to fuck that attitude out of you do you have any condoms" she breaths out clearly turned on "fuck I don't but I could always take plan B tomorrow or you could pull o.." I'm interrupted by Wanda shh'ing me while teasing my entrance with her soild member "oh no babygirl I won't be pulling out I want to fill your needy little cunt, we can get plan B" I moan and nod fuck that was sexy my thoughts are wiped when she bottoms out inside my tight cunt as a silent scream falls from my mouth hers to by the looks of it she stays still for a second looking into my eyes and I nod letting her know its ok to move, I instinctively wrap my legs around her pulling her closer and crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss I don't fight her I let her invade my mouth with her tounge both of us moaning into each others mouths as her thrusts get faster and harder hitting my gspot over and over I break away from the kiss and moan "I'm.. fuck I'm gonna cum" she smirks and switches positions putting my legs over her shoulders so she can get deeper and holy shit I've never felt anything like this "don't stop daddy" I moan into her ear as she pounds my needy pussy till I cum all over her cock as my eyes roll and a string of words leave my mouth she slows her thrusts to help me through my orgasm "such a good girl you done so well for me baby, but we're not done" she smirks biting her lip pulling out of me and I whimper feeling so empty without her inside me, she gets up and helps me up walking into the main sitting area and pushes me against the wall spreading my legs "fuck Wanda I need you" and before I know it she's deep inside my tight cunt again groaning into my ear "fuck princess just like that you take my cock so well" I close my eyes moaning at the immense pleasure building up "fuck daddy I want you to fill me please" she starts pounding into me tightening her grip on my waist I know she's close I feel her twitching inside me so I start meeting her thrusts both of us chasing our highs "I'm gonna cum y/n" I moan feeling her thrusting harder and faster than before "me too daddy cum inside me "I moan out loud and I think that sent her over the edge because I feel her shooting her load deep inside me which sends me over the edge.

Fuck that was amazing after we both get ready I look over at her and smirk "I've wanted to do that for so long" she glares at me "I'm not even sorry why do you think I push your buttons so much because your so fucking sexy when you look at me like you're going to kill me" she just giggles and gives me a genuine smile I've never seen. I smirk and bite my lip "guess I can say I'm part of the milehigh club" she laughs and nods in agreement fuck her laugh is actually beautiful 

AN: just to keep the book up to date if you want anything specific let me know lovely people, all feedback welcome if you enjoy It if you don't I don't mind haha word count for this chapter is close to 1.6k 

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Wouldn't trade this for the world

wowee I wrote something 😍😍

Tsym @amorvincitomnia-14 (my lovely wife 💕💕💕) for the request

gn!reader x r!Leo

1,033 words (ik its not a lot, but its good and I like it so suck an egg)

Reader is stressed and overworked so Leo decides to help

No particular warnings, just some fluff <33

"Argh! I *have* the right formula, *why* aren't I getting they right answer??" You groan in frustration. You were on your fourth hour studying- or was it your sixth? Either way, you'd been here a while. The school library was almost becoming a second home to you. Your friend April speaks up, watching as you slump against the table and bury your face in your arms. "Yknow, you don't have to spend *all* your time studying- you could..... Take a break? Eat something? Spend time with people other than your study group and these ancient textbooks? Yknow, normal healthy people stuff?" You sigh, looking up at her from your arms. "I can't take a break. Not with exams right around the corner! If I wanna pass them, I *have* to study." You turn your attention back to the textbook, determined to figure out how to solve this equation. April closes the book. "Your brain can't work under all this stress Y/N. You *need* to rest. Why dont you stop by the lair? Leo won't stop whining about how much he misses you." Hmmmm.... It *had* been a while since you saw your boyfriend- or any of the turtles for that matter. Maybe a break would serve some use... "I'll think about it" you say, reopening the thick heavy book to the right page. April sighs, shaking her head as she grabs her backpack. "Alright then Y/N. See you around." With that, she exits the library. Now its just you, your notes, and a whole lotta studying.

˚⊹♡2 hours later♡⊹˚

God how long have you been here? You're starting to despise that familiar library smell of books and old lady perfume. You look at your phone to check the time. 10:13?? Damn..... You've been here a while.... You set your phone down and lean back in your wildly uncomfortable plastic school chair, exhaling a breath. You should probably go home. You load all your books and notes into your backpack and sling it over one shoulder, before immediately switching it to the other side. Thank you shoulder pain. You slide your phone into your pocket and exit the library out the back. As you step outside, cool air, a nice contrast to the hot stuffy library, hits you in the face as you stand and take a breath. Starting your commute back to your apartment, you put your headphones on and turn on some music. By the time you finally reach home, exhaustion clings to you like a thick heavy cloud. Man, you've been working a lot haven't you? Your phone pings with a text message from Leo; with all the studying, you've barely spent time with him. 💙Leo💙: 'Mi amor, I miss you 😢 Would you be up to hang out?' On one hand, you would *absolutely* like to spend time with him! But on the other, youre exhausted and overworked and just need a nap. You: 'I'm sorry babe 😟 I've been studying for exams all day and I'm just really tired 😞 I promise we'll spend time together at some point though' You send the text, knowing you're about to disappoint the nicest boy in the entire world; but you you're too tired to care. You change into something comfy; sweatpants and a t-shirt you "borrowed" from Leon; and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You return to your room, setting the water on your nightstand before climbing into bed and switching off the lamp. You get to sleep for some 30 odd minutes before you're awoken by a knock on your window. You sit up and turn on the light, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. Looking at the window, you see none other than the one and only Neon Leon standing on the fire escape outside your window, waiting to be let in. Somewhat reluctantly, you pull yourself out of the soft warm embrace of bed and blankets to open the window, chilly air blowing in and pricking goosebumps on your arms. "Is that my SIX shirt? Ive been looking everywhere for that" Leo asks as he climbs in, bringing a plastic grocery bag in with him. "Thought I told you I was too tired to hang out" you say as you shut the window. "Youre dodging the question" he teases; "And I figured if youre too tired to come and spend time with yours truly, id come and be tired with you." He smiles at you, setting the bag on the bed and digging through it. "I got your favorite snacks, candies, that tea you like, and I even nabbed Donnie's laptop so we can watch something! And if you're not up for watching a movie, we can just sleep together. Well not *sleep together* sleep together- like- snuggling and napping together- yknow?" You can help but chuckle at him. He's such a dorky loser; but at least he's *your* dorky loser. You hug him, burying your fave in his neck to take in that familiar scent of peppermint sticks and black cherry merlot soap. "You're so amazing," you say, kissing his cheek and stepping back to look at him; "And it is your shirt" You smile cheekily as he scunches his nose and squints at you. "Why you little- that's my favorite shirt!" He says in faux outrage, bringing in the dramatics (something he's rather good at). "Thats why I took it. You wear it the most, so it smells like you" Leo can't help but blush. "You like my smell?" "Course I do. Makes me feel like I'm with you, even when I'm not." He wraps you in a hug, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. "Well I'm here now mi amor"

˚⊹♡-♡⊹˚

The rest of the night is spent lying in bed with Leo, sipping raspberry tea, and watching the Great British Bake Off. You eventually end up falling asleep cuddled up next to him with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close in a warm embrace and god were you lucky to have a boyfriend like him. As you lay sleeping next to him, you know you wouldn't trade this for the world.

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[milkmily]

Recrate [Simon Riley]

Part 2 of Dream

<- back| request are open :)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader

Wooo smutttt. Also, I suck at writing smut so forgive me. Also typos cuz I haven't edit it or anything so sorry 🙏also thank you all for sm love. And ik, code name is funny af bit here is the meaning behind it. I was listening to this while I wrote this.

No use of y/n use of codename(Eggs) and being called Sargent, sweetie, sweetheart, and love(British accent added).

"Do you have dreams of me?" Ghost had asked. "W-What?" You asked, shocked. "Do you have dreams of me Sargent?" He says, repeating himself, only saying it this time much slower for you to understand him better.

You thought that things were good. That He didn't hear you in your sleep and he did not know at all. You were wrong. The looks he'd give you while training, the way those intimidating yet so sexy eyes looked at you. But it didn't mean anything, right?

Ghost had called you to his office, and wanted to discuss some important things. You started to get worried when you asked what it was, but all he said was "It's important. See you at 9 here." And he excused you.

You felt as if you were getting in trouble for something that you probably didn't do, or did. You thought and thought for hours when it hit you, the dream. The fucking dream. You must have talked in your dream, he must have heard you moan his name or something.

And here you are.

"Answer my question." He asked harshly and walked up towards you. "I-I- w-" You couldn't. How could you? How could you answer a simple question that meant so much?

"You aren't making me proud right now Eggs."

"You Wanna make your Lieutenant proud, Eggs?"

Fuck, fuck…

You bit your lip as you remembered the dream. "Yes." You admit. You could hear Ghost chuckle. He was face to face with you, but you were looking down at the floor. You couldn't make eye contact with him. He knew you wanted him. He knew you wanted his hands all over your body. "Are you nervous or something?"

"No."

"Then look me in the eyes, Sargent." You looked up at his eyes and your heart beat faster than it was before. He then cups your face with one hand and says, "heard you moaning my name."

"It was a dream, I'm sor-"

"No, no. Don't apologize." He says and gets closer to your face. Fuck, you wanted him to kiss you. Even kiss him through the mask. "I want you to tell me what happened in the dream. Describe it." Your whole body was hot, beating, sweating. There was a pool that was starting to form in between your legs.

"I-I don't think I can, Lieutenant." You whisper and he tilts his head to the side and gets even closer, feeling his breath on your lips. "It's not an ask, it's a demand, Sargent." He says and you no longer could hold it. You got closer and felt the cloth touch your lips. It startled Ghost, but he closed his eyes and kissed you back. It was weird when the cloth was in between you two, but you didn't care. He pushed you away, making you whine.

"Now did this happen in the dream?" You shake your head and he says, "I told you what happened in the dream, don't you want to make it real?" You squeeze your thighs together and nod. "Good, now tell me." He whispered and rubbed his thumb on your lips. "Tell me all of it, love."

You don't exactly remember how it started and you were sure that Simon wouldn't really care about the backstop behind it. So you went straight to the point. "I was riding you, you were-"

"No foreplay? Hmmm, that's boring now." He interrupts and runs his freehand under your shirt. He was inpatient, and you kind of liked that. "You wouldn't mind me changing it up, would you now, Eggs?" He asked, looking you in your eyes.

"N-No." You whispered and closed your eyes as you felt his hand move to your breast, moving the sports bra up and gently squeezing your breast. "Fuck, you look so gorgeous right now." He whispered and helped you remove your shirt and bra. He made you sit on the table, not caring about whatever there could be. Ghost gently lifts his mask, only seeing his lips. You smiled and cupped his face. You've seen his face before, but only once. Yet, he still looked attractive with his mask like this.

You moved your hand to his jaw and pulled him closer towards your face. "We'll get in trouble." You say. "I don't care." He says and pulls you into a rough kiss. The kiss was hungry, he was hungry. It's almost like he wanted you as much as you wanted him. You moved your hand under his shirt and slowly moved the shirt up, making him shiver. He pulls away from the kiss and takes the shirt off, going right back to kissing you.

You moaned in the kiss as you felt him pinch your nipple. He pulls from the kiss and makes you lay on the table. The cold table makes you arch your back. He hurriedly undoes your pants and pulls them down with your panties. You were now fully naked, in front of your Lieutenant. "Fuck… if only you could see yourself, Love." He whispered and kissed your stomach. He continues to go down and goes to your left thigh. He kisses it and opens your legs, hearing how wet your cunt was for him.

"Fuck, you're dripping." He says and spreads them. You whined and felt his warm tongue lick you. He grins and moves his index finger up and down between your lips, feeling how wet you are. "Your pussy tastes good." He says and moves your thigh on his shoulder. He soon starts to eat you out, making you moan. "G-Ghost, fuck…." You threw your head back and buried his face deeper into your dripping cunt. He teased your hole and pushed in his finger. He arched it up and your eyes went wide. He moves his fingers while sucking on to your clit. You cried and gasped.

He keeps moving his finger as he goes up to give you a kiss, forcing you to taste yourself. "I-I need you." You beg in between the kisses. "Wait, we can't hurry stuff." Oh but you knew he wanted to be inside you any second. He kissed your neck and sucked on your nipple while he fingers you. He went to the other one and sucked it, gently biting it. You moaned and said, "Almost there!" You cried and he stopped. He pulls his fingers out of you gently. "Want you to cum on my cock. Wouldn't you like that instead, hm?" You just nod and he smiled. "Atta girl." Fuck, this man will be the death of you.

Ghost sits on his chair and pats his thighs. "Ride me." He says and licks his finger that was covered with your juice. You could see the huge tent he had. Fuck, is he really that big? Your dreams were not lying to you at all. You walked up to him and unbuckled the belt, unzipped his hands and pulled them down with his boxers. Your eyes go wide as you see it bounce out. "Like what you see, Sargent?" All you could do was nod. "Call me Simon or Lieutenant. Any is fine." He says as he lifts your face to make you look at him.

You nod as you give the tip of his cock a kiss. He shivers and runs his fingers through your hair. You smiled and brought the tip to your mouth, doing small circles with your tongue. You could hear his loud pants. He was trying to cover his moans with his hand, but he would let some slip. This didn't happen in the dream, but he wouldn't mind. He's enjoying himself. You started to take him in the best you could, he was huge and long. You gagged as you felt the tip reach the back of your throat. "F-Fuck, you think you can take it all?" You hummed and continued. You finally reach the end, your nose hitting his blonde pubes. Simon throws his head back when he feels your head move up and down. It was slow at first, trying to get used to the size, but continued and soon sped up the pace. "H-Holy shit, just like that!" He moans and moves your head to the side. Your free hand goes to his balls and gently squeezed and played with them. He gasped and moved your head with his hands. You looked up at him with teary eyes and moaned, sending vibrations.

He pulls you away with a 'pop' sound coming. "Come and sit on his cock sweetie." He says and you nod, panting. You position yourself ok his cock. He runs his cock in between your lips, mixing your saliva and his precum with your wet pussy. That's when he pushes it in, making your eyes go wide. "You do the rest, love." He says and you nod. You start going down on his cock, slowly. "That's it, t-take it in nice and sloww…fuck…" Simon says as he holds your hips, helping you sink into his cock while he throws his head back. You bit your lip and kept going down till you reached the end. He was huge, and fuck, he stretched you. The pain even felt good. You looked over your shoulder and gave him a nod. He kisses your back. He was kissing it all over. You were starting to get important when you slightly did circular motions. Simon grins and tightly holds your hips, stopping you from moving. "Now did this happen in the dream? Hmmm?" He makes you turn to look at him. "I want you to tell me what else happened in that dream of yours, yeah?" You nod. You felt embarrassed to really tell him, but you didn't want to disappoint him.

"Your hands move to my breast." You grabbed his hand, seeing how much bigger they were from yours, and placed them on your breast. "I'm guessing I squeezed them, eh sweetheart?" Fuck, those nicknames. You nod and he pinches your sensitive nipples. He gently rolls and pulls on them and squeezes your breast. You cupped your hand on top of his and said, "You start moving."

"Explain better, Sargent. How?" He whispered in your ear. "You held my hips and fucked me good, so good Simon. Please Simon, fuck me."

"That's what I like to hear sweetie." He says and holds your hips as he lowered himself on the chair and slowly moved his hips. You tried to help by holding on to his thighs and moving with him. Simon moaned as he would shove his cock in you. It would first be gentle and nice but would harshly thrust in. He grabbed your chin and made you turn to look at him. "Kiss me."

"Y-Yes." You say and try to kiss him. The kiss was sloppy, saliva everywhere, but it was the best fucking kiss you've ever had in a long time. He started to get tired so pulled from the kiss and held your hips. You moved your ass up and down, giving him a perfect view of your ass. Seeing how your pussy would just suck his cock in, so good. Hearing how wet and perverted it was. How yours and his skin slapped. "That's it, k-keep going."

"Y-Yes, yes yesss…" you moaned as you closed your eyes and moved. Simon harshly holds onto your hips and slaps you onto his cock, making your eyes go wide. He started to move his hips fast, harsh, deep. "Fuck! Like that! Oh my- ah!" You moan as your eyes roll back. Simon grins and lets out a groan as he keeps thrusting into you.

As Simon seemed kept thrusting, it seemed that he has gotten bored of the position and got up. You yelped and pushed your head onto the table. "Wanna be deeper in you." He says and spreads your legs. He rubs his dick in between your abused lips and gently pushes his dick back inside you, making you let out a low groan, eyes rolling back. "S-Simon, please, just fuck me."

"You wouldn't mind me changing up your dream a bit, right?" He moves his hips and slaps your ass, making you push back on to him. He kisses your back and bites your shoulder. "You f-feel good? So d-deep in you fuck…" He moaned while all you did was nod and moan. "S-So good! So big!"

"Yeah sweetie? Your Lieutenant making you feel g-good?" All you did was move your head and moan loud. That's when you started to feel a naught in you. "Pussy sooooo fucking good..." Simon groans and you push yourself further on to him. He speeds up his thrust when he feels your hand move to his arm, squeezing it. "C-Close!" You yelled. He moves his hand and puts his finger into your clit and starts to rub it, making your eyes go wide. The pleasure was so good, too good.

That's when you rolled your eyes back and covered his cock with your juice, reaching your high. "Fuck, already came?" He grins and pulls out. He spreads your ass and licks your wet cunt. Your legs were already giving up, but Simon holds your thighs, reminding you to stand still while he eats you out. "So good." He said and sucked your clit. He spits it and gently pushes his fingers in you. He holds your ass and moves his fingers. "S-Simon, god! So good!" You were so sensitive, his tongue and fingers felt so good.

That's when he made you gently turn around. He stands up and says, "Make your Lieutenant proud and suck on it, yeah." He says and you nod, going on to your knees.

You put his cock in your mouth and bobbed your head back and forth. "Going to- ugh fuck, fill that pretty mouth up." He says and holds your hair back. He pulls on to it, making you moan. He moans and moves your head with his hands. He was getting close, you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth. So you deep throat his cock, making him arch his back. "Holy shit!" He bit his lip as you stayed there for a while and pulled away, going back to bobbing your head.

You gave him one last deep throat and felt his cock twitch in your mouth, finally feeling the warm cum go down your throat. Simon moaned and left the last drop down your throat. He gently pulled away and you pant like crazy. "You did good." Simon says in-between pants and helps you stand up. You pulled him in a passionate kiss. He could taste himself in your mouth, but he didn't care. He pulls from the kiss and sees the time. "It's late Eggs, get to your room." He says as he grabs his coat and hands it to you. You hold his tattooed arm and say, "Come with me."

Simon stood there for a moment. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to hold you close, your breast against his chest. Maybe another round could happen and this time, you had to be quiet. Covering your mouth with his big hand. But he looked over at his desk and said, "I have paperwork to do.

"I don't think they matter." You say as you grabbed your pants and shirt and put on Simon's big coat. Simon looks over at the papers and sees some paper on the floor and some were wrinkled. You were putting on your clothes when Simon sighs. "Fine, I'll go." You smiled and helped him with his clothes. You kissed his cheek as you ran your hands on his chest. "Maybe we could do a bit more in the room." You whispered and bit his lip. He chuckled and you touched his mask. You gently lift it and stop mid-way to see if he'd stop you, but he didn't. You removed it and looked at his messy blonde hair. You chuckled and held his mask. "I never made it this far in the dream. You interrupted it." You say and Simon smiles. He moves his hand to your face and you say, "You came in this one, and it was real." You laughed and say, "I'll wait for you, Simon." And you walked out of the office. "We should do this more often LT."

Tags: @mentallynot-here @nyaajeez

[xpao-bearx]

"Partners In Crime"

Officer Callahan x Bad Girl!Reader

SUMMARY: As the resident "bad girl" of Hawkins, you truly only want one thing: to get into the pants of the resident dorky and dedicated police officer, Phil Callahan (and hey, maybe steal his heart too!).

NOTES: I recently just finished Stranger Things and yeah, great show, but have you SEEN the men??? 👀 Anyhoe, being the ✨️whore✨️ that I am, it really comes as no surprise that I'm simping over all the hot dudes but one of the hotties I've become obsessed with is CRIMINALLY underrated 😭

And so, of course, I took this grave offense ✨️personally✨️ and wrote this lil piece! Though I can't really call it little because it is SHOCKINGLY long (for me) and I sacrificed hours upon hours of sleep 🥲 But hey, when Phil fucking Callahan (and his gorgeous actor John Reynolds) makes you horny and inspired, YOU👏SEIZE👏THE👏GODDAMN👏MOMENT👏

If it isn't already obvious, this fic contains 18+ SMUT AND MATURE CONTENT and it gets preeetty steamy if I do say so myself~ It's also set roughly around Season 2, and I say roughly cuz I suck at remembering plots and shit so I just went with the flow 😅 And as always, PLEASE don't be a silent reader! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much encouraged and appreciated!! \(^o^)/

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this baby! This is my first ever humble contribution to the ST fandom and, who knows, MAYBE not my last ;)

In the small town of Hawkins, you were popular as the "bad girl". You were loud, headstrong, and constantly got into trouble--completely unlike any of the "proper" ladies that talked shit behind your back. But the trouble you caused, despite the chaos it unfailingly left behind, was never anything actually hurtful. Hell, you were even caught a few times using your colourful language to make some middle school children cry when you saw them bullying some poor boys (one of them, you remember, being the Wheelers' son who always looked like trouble followed him himself).

A bad girl with a golden heart; a cheesy, living cliché. But that's what you were. You just wanted to have fun, to live in the moment. But in this bumfuck town where pretty much nothing happens before that Byers kid mysteriously disappeared then reappeared, how could anyone really blame you for trying to stir shit up simply for your own entertainment and for your damn sanity?

But some of the locals knew you on a personal level. Particularly, the Hawkins Police Department. Before you stumbled upon Hawkins a few years ago, you were a drifter; chasing after the high of wherever life would take you, free yet lost. Whether it was by chance or by fate, you only stopped at Hawkins to fuel up your motorcycle and have a quick bite at the local diner until suddenly--like something out of those fucking romcoms your mother used to watch--you met him.

Phil Callahan. He was only a rookie officer at the time, having not even grown out his beloved moustache yet. You noticed his police cruiser parked at the gas station with an evident bump on the front of the car. He was fuelling up, but his hand holding the pump was limp and he was as pale as a ghost; eyes comically wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses, brunette locks tousled and sticking out every which way after frantically running his free hand through it god knows how many times.

And staring at this clearly stressed, slightly pathetic man, all you could think was: HOT.

Before your brain could process what you were doing (though, let's be honest, you never really used your brain much in most of your life decisions), you found your feet walking away from your bike of their own accord and towards him.

Once you were by his side, it's only then that you realized just how tall he was. So much taller. He easily towered over you and it made your mind drift to other, much less innocent thoughts.

Namely him bending you over his car and fucking you within an inch of your sorry excuse of a life.

"Can I help you?" Your head snapped up from the stranger's voice, eyes meeting his narrowed ones. And--dammit!--he was much more unfairly handsome up close. His light brown eyes reflected almost green, raising a suspicious brow at you as his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Sorry, Officer--" Your gaze strayed to his shiny name tag, a grin tugging up the corners of your mouth. "--Callahan. I just couldn't help but notice you. You look like you just died inside, man."

His brows furrowed, glancing over his shoulder to the bump on his car before quickly darting back to you. "Thanks for your concern, ma'am, but I'm fine. Nothing a civilian should be worried about, anyway."

"If you don't mind--" You piped up once more as he set the pump away. "I think it's got something to do with that nasty bump ya got there, huh?"

"Uh, okay, actually I do mind." He sighed exasperatedly, no longer able to hide his growing aggravation. Today was just not his day, it seemed. "Ma'am, like I said, it is none of your concern." He put on his police hat, tipping it to you. "Good day."

As he turned away from you, you sidestepped him so that you were in front of him again. Your grin was much bigger this time, practically reaching your ears. "Uh-oh, are you in trouble, Mr. Policeman~?" You purred, one hand reaching out and playfully drumming your fingers along his chest. You intently studied him from head to toe, as if admiring an artistic masterpiece before biting your lip and giggling. "Lemme guess... You're a young, new police officer who doesn't know any better. You got so excited driving a police car for the first time that you drove it a bit too fast and crashed into a tree or some shit. Sound about right?"

His face flushed scarlet, and you weren't sure if it was from the shame of having his dumbass misdemeanor exposed or from your fingers making a shiver run down his spine--probably both.

"How do you--"

"This ain't exactly my first time having a lil run-in with the law, so I know how men like you work." You winked. "Hey, tell ya what, how 'bout I help you? You can tell your other piggy buddies that I'm some crazy bitch with anger issues you caught for speeding and in my oh so scary rage, I purposely crashed my motorbike to the front of your car just to fuck with you. You can even put cuffs on me~"

He blinked, utterly dumbstruck as he stared down at the total menace that was you (and the fact that a certain part of him reacted at you graciously allowing him to cuff you), feeling like forever until he finally found his voice that cracked slightly as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Y/N L/N." You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up on your tiptoes and dangled slightly off of him with the few inches left between the two of you. The sudden action caught him completely off guard, his hands dropping to your hips to support you and making him blush even redder. But you didn't care, smiling mischievously up at him. "Feel free to search me up in the system, Officer. I've got a permanent record, after all~"

And that's how you met Jim Hopper, Calvin Powell, and the rest of the Hawkins Police Department when Callahan brought you with him back to the station. They definitely didn't believe you guys, especially when you didn't have a single scratch on you that indicated you "crashed your bike to his vehicle" (Callahan cleaned up your choice of wording a bit). But it was amusing to see Callahan dragging you along in handcuffs, who appeared all too joyful with a shit-eating smile as if you just won the lottery. Meanwhile, Callahan's cheeks were flaming hot and his voice adopted to a nervous high pitch as he lied to everyone who were just barely containing their laughter.

It also wasn't long before you decided to settle into Hawkins in some shitty trailer park, but you couldn't really complain considering your drifting years weren't all sunshine and rainbows either.

Besides, Callahan made it all worth it.

It wasn't love at first sight, but there was absolutely attraction. Hell, you were practically (if not literally) throwing yourself at him during your first encounter, and after that it would be the same--if not more intense.

You were no stranger to trouble, but often times you would seek for trouble yourself on purpose just so you could wind up in the police station to bother--ahem, I mean, very persistently try to hang out with Callahan. Or you'd just go to the station despite having no business there, but Flo the secretary usually kicked you out before you had the chance to even lay eyes on the gorgeous four eyes.

Today, however, Flo wasn't there. You didn't believe in some higher power, but it was a fucking miracle that you were grateful for and didn't dare to question. And so you more than happily made yourself at home in the station, sitting down at Callahan's desk as you curiously pried into his stuff before a deep laugh from behind you broke you out of your little reverie.

"This is just ridiculous now, Y/N." Hopper shot you an incredulous though very much amused expression. "If you like Callahan so much--which I have no fucking idea why--then just ask him out on a date already."

It was no secret that Hopper can be a total grump, but oddly enough you became fast friends with him. He never gave you a hard time and you never bullshitted him, which in turn formed a weird sort of respect between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at the huge man, turning back to Callahan's desk and inspecting his assortment of pens--which you thought was way too much and he probably doesn't even use all of them, but that only amped up his dorkish charm to you by, like, a thousand.

"You're one to talk, Hop." You scoffed, snatching a pen and beginning to click it continuously. "I bet your hand's tired from jerking off to Joyce Byers."

Hopper scowled, but a faint rosiness dusted his cheeks. "Okay, first off--" Click. "I do not jerk off to Joyce--" Click. "and unlike you--" Click. "I actually have the balls to ask her out--" Click. "she just hasn't--" Click. "WILL YOU STOP FUCKING CLICKING THAT GODDAMN PEN?!"

You didn't even flinch, casually stashing the pen away in your pocket before you stood and faced him. "Enough about you." You huffed, crossing your arms as your eyes levelled with his. Hopper may as well be a living brick wall walking around ready to punch whoever crossed him, but you were never intimidated by the chief of police whom you've admittedly grown a soft spot for. "Callahan on for patrol duty tonight?"

"Yeah, and you owe me big time." He frowned when you blatantly ignored him, but what was new? "I need as much manpower as I can get to investigate what the hell's going on with the pumpkin patches yet here I am, like a fucking idiot, helping to set you and Callahan up."

"You looove me~" You teased, patting his shoulder and granting him a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "This is all for a good cause, big guy. And just think, the sooner Callahan and I get together, the faster I'll be outta your hair!" You chuckled. "And hey, you're thinking too much into those pumpkin patches. Probably just some pumpkin farmers having a pumpkin war. Go big or gourd home, am I right?"

Hopper watched as you laughed obnoxiously loud at your stupid pun, looking so proud of yourself as little snorts wracked your smaller frame and your shoulders shook from sheer glee. He shook his head, sighing heavily to himself.

"God, I actually feel kinda bad for Callahan..."

•••♡•••

Night couldn't fall any quicker, but once it finally did your entire body was practically bursting with excitement like a child who's about to go out for trick or treating.

You hopped onto your bike, revving up the engine and driving even more maniacally than your Munson neighbour did out of the trailer park. You didn't even keep track anymore of how fast you were going, your hair flying as you raced down the road and were greeted by Halloween decorations strewn about in various houses' lawns.

A few minutes later, you found yourself on the empty road leading out of Hawkins. And just as you predicted--had hoped--the shrill blare of a siren sliced through the air and the all too familiar red and blue lights nearly blinded your vision as a police cruiser followed close on your tail.

You couldn't suppress the giddy grin that tore across your face, slowing down by the side of the road and the car pulling up next to you.

The butterflies in your stomach were doing fucking somersaults now as you heard the car door open and shut close, boots thudding on the ground as your favourite officer approached.

"Well, well, well... Lookie who we have here~?" The singsong voice made your grin widen even more if it was possible, making your cheeks hurt. The beam from a flashlight hit your eyes, and once your sight adjusted there was none other than Callahan, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. "If it isn't Lil Miss Trouble."

"Cally!" You giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl, and if we were being honest, you pretty much acted like you are. "Fancy seeing you here~ Halloween ain't 'til tomorrow, so why are ya out on patrol?"

"Beats me." He shrugged. "The chief suddenly put me on duty. Also, you know how much I hate that nickname." He grimaced, turning the flashlight off. It was quite dark, but you could still see him well enough due to a lone street lamp a couple feet away. "Get off."

His sudden commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, a certain part of you getting wet. And it didn't help that you decided to forgo panties, your slick coating the seat of your bike. You then jumped off, your breasts bouncing slightly. This action didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes dropping to your chest and trailing down your figure until his gaze landed on your skirt--if it could even be called that.

You were wearing a leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination, hugging your curves just right and showing off your thighs. He thought that if you made one wrong move, you'd flash him your panties; of course, not knowing you weren't even wearing any.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love your moustache?" You purred, heart leaping when he went speechless and his mouth hung agape.

His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, snapping out of his trance. "Only the first hundred times." He then cleared his throat, pointing an accusatory finger at you with a hand placed on his hip like a parent scolding their child. "Flattery won't work on me, Y/N. Do you know how fast you were going? And why weren't you wearing a helmet?"

"I know I was going pretty fucking fast!" You guffawed. "As for not wearing a helmet, well, what can I say? I don't like feeling restricted. I like being free. If I could, I'd totally go naked."

You saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped at your emphasis of "naked", a death grip on his flashlight as his jaw squared. "That's public indecency." He stated simply. He was getting better dealing with you, but the ever so slight crack in his voice was a telltale sign that you still very much had an intoxicating, beguiling effect on him. "And where the hell were you going? Were you...leaving Hawkins?"

You didn't miss the plaintive way he had asked the question, your heart melting. He cared for you. No matter how much trouble you caused everyone, caused him... He would still check up on you, and you even caught him several times keeping watch outside of your trailer when Will Byers went missing a year ago. He claimed that the police were patrolling every nook and cranny after the kid's disappearance, but you never saw Hopper or anyone else guarding other people's homes like how Callahan did yours.

"I'm not leaving, Phil." You breathed out, nothing more than a whisper as you looked up at him; serious, for once. Because as boring as this town was, you've grown fond of it. And Callahan played a big part in that and even if you weren't together, he was the closest to home that you've ever felt in a long fucking time.

He searched your face for any lies, brown eyes soft before a genuine smile graced his features. "You better not, Lil Miss Trouble." A beat passed between the two of you, breaths mingling together and you only just realized how close you both were standing to each other. He had you caged against your bike, and you had to strain your neck just to be eye level with the tall man.

Then something in his expression shifted, and soon he was drawing away from you. "W-Well, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just this once, though! Think of it as thanks for that time--" You cut off his rambling when you reached out, grabbing his hand.

"I didn't leave." You declared, an almost pleading tone in your voice. "So don't leave either, Phil."

For what felt like a dreadful eternity, you were swallowed by a deafening silence. You, who was usually so confident, found your will breaking with each passing second. Your grasp softened until you let go, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.

"...Forget it. Thanks, Cal--" But you couldn't finish; because in a blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. It was brief, feather light. But the chaste peck made your heart explode, and you didn't even question if this was just one of your silly fantasies. It felt too real--too good.

He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and his warm breath tickling your nose. "I'm not leaving." He murmured, such beautiful, sincere greenish brown eyes locking with yours. "I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

You felt tears prickle your eyes, but before you would ever allow them to fall you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. "Then prove it." And you crashed your lips with his, this time fiercely, passionately. You felt the rough brush of his moustache, but that only made everything feel astoundingly better.

He finally closed the gap between you two, looming over you, the flashlight clattering to the ground as his much larger hands clutched on to your hips before he easily lifted you and plopped you down on your bike's seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nipping on his bottom lip that elicited a gasp from him which you gladly took as the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and coaxed it into a sensual dance, earning him a most heavenly moan from you.

You two only pulled away for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. But his glasses were foggy and tinkly laughter bubbled out of you, feeling like a druggie high off of life--high off of him.

He chuckled, taking his glasses off to wipe them before putting them back on. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?"

"On the contrary..." You were still laughing, but you held one of his hands still on your hip and guided it lower, lower, lower...until his palm was right on your bare pussy. "You always turn me on, Cal. It's pretty fucking ridiculous, honestly."

His breath hitched sharply when he felt how drenched you were, his pupils dilating and mouth forming an 'O' at the realization that you've been half naked this whole time. He pressed his palm closer to your core, your laughter instantly dying down as his thumb slowly rubbed circles around your clit. One of your hands flew to his hair, something you've always dreamt of doing ever since you saw the incredibly sexy messy state it was in the day you met him. Your other hand clung onto his shirt for dear life, a gasp escaping you as he pinched your nub and began to stroke his fingers along your slit.

He leaned down to your ear, his fingers gradually increasing their pace and you trembled from the pure ecstasy that overcame your senses just from his deft fingers. "You really are a little troublemaker, huh?" He chuckled, voice dropping an octave lower. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Fucking slut..." His lips dragged down your ear to the crook of your neck, biting down and leaving a mark that had you crying out. "My beautiful fucking slut."

"All yours, Officer~" You mewled, your hand latched onto his shirt making its descent to his crotch. You palmed him, feeling his prominent erection aching to spring free as he groaned. "Just be mine, too." You peered down at him, eyes hazy with desire and desperation. "Pretty please?"

"I think I've been yours ever since we met. Not like I had a choice on the matter, anyway." He snickered before capturing your lips once more in a sultry, intimate kiss. Your mouth moved in perfect tandem with his, but you both took your sweet time as everything else faded away. There was only you and Callahan, Callahan and you. And it's all you ever fucking wanted; all you needed.

Not breaking the kiss, you shucked your leather jacket off and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Your hands came up to cup the sides of his face, fingers caressing him tenderly while his hands crawled beneath your white tank top; imagine his pleasant surprise to discover that you didn't wear a bra either.

"Jesus..." He muttered, yanking your tank top up before kneading and squeezing your perfect breasts as his lascivious gaze met your own. "You're gonna kill a fucking cop here." He grunted, making you giggle which immediately turned into an elated whimper as he tweaked your pert nipples.

"Get down. Turn around. Ass up." He ordered, and you didn't at all hesitate to obey. In your haste, you nearly tumbled off of your bike though Callahan steadied you. "Eager, are we, Y/N?" He chuckled, but something about the way your name smoothly, seductively rolled off his tongue had you wanting to fall down on your knees and reverently suck him off instead. But you didn't dare disobey, spinning around with your back to him and bending over your bike.

Though something dropped to the ground as you bent over, making Callahan arch a brow as he picked it up.

"My pen?" He scoffed, and though you can't see him, you can feel his disapproving stare boring into the back of your head like daggers. "Naughty girl, now you're stealing? Tsk, tsk." He flipped up your skirt, your ass now in full view as he licked his lips. His hands groped the pillowy soft flesh, releasing a low whistle of appreciation as he squeezed before suddenly raising his hand and spanking you.

"Ah..!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "M'sorry, Officer~"

Smack! Another slap had you reeling in the best way possible, your pussy clenching at--unfortunately--nothing as you whimpered.

"Uh-uh. Didn't say you could look at me, did I, naughty girl?" He chided, seeing that you were wiggling your ass and trying to inch closer to him.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three slaps, one right after the other. Your flesh glowed red with his handprint, making him smirk devilishly.

"M'sorry..." You said again, your voice coming out as a meek squeak. But more. You wanted more, more, more. "I'm a good girl, I promise!"

"I'm sure you are~" He hummed leisurely. "Just gotta prove it to me, right, baby?"

Before you had any chance to reply, he prodded your legs apart with his knee and his pants unzipping sounded like the most divine music to your ears. Both of your breaths got caught in your throats as the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy, stroking up and down your entrance slowly, teasingly. Your lustful impatience getting the best of you because, fuck, you deserved this, you were just about to slide down onto him when he suddenly pushed his entire cock in with no warning.

And fuck he was big. Much bigger than you ever fantasized, completely stretching you out as a long moan was drawn out of you and your upper body fell like a ragdoll on your bike. You vaguely heard him laughing huskily before he started to move; carefully, as if he was afraid you might break.

But with you? That didn't last very long, any pathetic thread of patience he had snapping as soon his thrusts started to become rapid, hard, wild--hitting that amazing spot deep inside your gummy walls over and over again, the lewd squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy perfectly harmonizing with skin slapping against skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..!" You screamed, toes curling and grinding your ass in time with his thrusts as he watched, utterly transfixed, with how you seemed to just fit him like a puzzle piece; the fucking addicting way you slammed back down onto him, your skin rolling with each bounce, your pussy clenching his cock like a goddamn vice and effortlessly accepting all of him.

He then wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head before pulling you up so that you were standing and your back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face just beneath your ear, hot pants grazing your skin as he never seized his pleasurable assault to your cunt as he continued to pound relentlessly into you like a beast in heat.

Suddenly, he pressed his pen to your clit. Your eyes widened as you felt the long, thin object rubbing against your sensitive mound, stroking and poking at your folds as his cock drove in and out, in and out.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the delicate column between your neck and shoulder, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he humped against you.

"Y-Yes, fuck, yes Officer..!" You choked out, rocking your hips desperately as you could almost see stars.

"Then cum, Y/N."

And you did; your walls fluttered and clamped down on his dick, your body stilling and eyes crossing as waves of the highest rapture coursed throughout your body. Callahan soon followed, a nearly animalistic groan accompanying the spurts of cum that gushed into your deepest, most intimate part as his hips stuttered to a halt.

You basked in silence, revelling in the satisfying afterglow. Then, agonizingly slowly, his twitching cock slid out of you, making you convulse and you could feel the hot cum trickling down your legs. He spun you around and gently grabbed your chin, tipping it up and examining your completely fucked out expression. You stuck your tongue out, and he didn't waste a precious moment as he leaned down and entwined your tongue with his. He held you closely, securely; hugging you to his broad chest as he stepped backwards until his back bumped into his car to support the both of you.

You were the first to pull away from the sloppy liplock, laying your head on his chest and sighing deeply. "That was..." You looked up at him, blinking dazedly. "...not what I expected."

"Did you not have fun?" He chuckled, though there was a hint of worry in his voice as his thumb lazily caressed your swollen bottom lip, kind brown eyes seeking yours. Shit, did he overdo it? Or worse... Did you realize that you actually weren't that into him?

"I did, it's just..." You trailed off before a giggle erupted out of you, shaking your head. "Y'know, the first time we met, I actually thought of you bending me over your car and fucking me. I never imagined I'd be bent over my bike."

"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you really are gonna be the death of me!" He whined dramatically, making you laugh and soon he joined you.

"So..." You grinned, fixing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his sweaty, unruly curls that you loved too fucking much. "Was I a good girl, Cally~?"

"The fucking best." He returned your euphoric grin, booping your nose and, though he'd never admit it, he actually liked your nickname. Just for him, only by you. "Buuut you're a good girl that's coming back to the station with me."

"Huh? But I thought you're gonna let me off the hook for speeding?" You questioned, confused.

"I am, but you're forgetting your other crimes." He cleared his throat, rising to his full height and looming over you yet again. "Public indecency..." He traced his pen on your pussy, making you shudder as the cold metal glided across your skin up to the valley between your breasts. "...and theft."

"Well, Officer, if that's the case then you're not innocent either~" You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and dangling off of him much like you did the first time. "You stole my heart, after all~"

His face was as red as a tomato, smiling like a doofus as he hooked his hands under your plush thighs, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking you by surprise, but definitely not unwelcomed as he stared up at you with a stupidly smitten expression.

"We're partners in crime, then, Lil Miss Trouble~"

[twocrabcake]

alright here’s the deal

i’m gonna make a percentage of how many trap victims/related persons survive

wish me luck this is gonna be tedious 🫡

it’s been an hour or two since i wrote that lol i got busy

idk i’m starting when its like 12am????

survived: iiiiiiiiii

not: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special (survived): iiiiiii

special (not): iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special is either 1 the game was rigged or 2 they beat the game but died some other related way (ex: adam) 3 or if it was up to somebody else to save you as part of their game (ex: eric matthews, like a lot of them actually)

special good is when it was rigged/something was against them or different but they still beat it. hold on hold up i’m looking for an example rn. ok the secretary lady deborah or something she was in a trap out of her control but she survived.

(timing these for some reason) 1:12 am

dude idk where to put matthews bc his first game was a fluke and he survived but he was also like saved? idk man i’ll think about it (i put him in special died OH GOD NO LOOK AT NOTES)

i can’t put my headcanons/theory’s in here okay cowabummer dude (i have to put adam in dead i’m sorry ok)

1:20 (^im realizing now a shit ton of these fall into the special category whoopsies maybe i got too specific)

1:28 aw dude the fatal 5 are gonna suckkkk bc they’re all working together and linked and connected and shit fhhhghh

1:33 okay dude the steam lady is difficult bc the first half was a special but the last wasn’t. fuck it im just gonna say she could have survived the burns herself

1:40 can’t decide if the first and rebooted games from jigsaw should be put in together or if they should be separate. i just finished i smoked an entire bowl and i am trying my best here ok

1:50 the train guys is rigged they don’t explicitly say it but there’s no way

1:58 alright. fucking finally. that experience was just a downward spiral haha get it bc i hate that movie. also hate jigsaw the movie jigsaw. this was very unpleasant once i’m done with this shit i’m gonna fall asleep to saw 5 or smthn.

2:02 i have to use a counter online bc i’m too tired to count all those little i bitches

2:06 the fruits of my labor. my creation. behold

Pie chart

there we fucking go. a ratio. OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING SEPARATED THE 2 DEADS IM GONNA KILL. YOU. YOU WILL BE BOILED.

oh thank god

ok so there it is. the ratio of victims that survived and victims who’ve perished in jigsaws traps. you don’t know how much footage i’ve skimmed through. 1 like=1 ass kicking for to me because what was i thinking

me laying down in bed after this ↓

WAIT NO I FORGOT TO INCLUDE FUCKING ERIC MATTHEWS. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.

2:18 ok here it is. the real true official one.

sorry for all that. thank you for accompanying me on this task. i did not have fun. except when i was watching 1-3d but then after that it sucked. 1-3d even took up almost all of the view time but the last bits were so unpleasant it threw that all out the window. gonna go watch one of the original saw movies. you can tell saw x will be good bc it has saw in the name. the title. oh my god oh god i’m realizing i forgot people. i think i forgot bobby. what the hell man screw this i’m going to sleep. i’ll deal with it when i wake up and wonder what the fuck i was on last night. thank you for joining me on this journey of a mental breakdown everybody. a mental spiral, even, if you will. i’m imagining cheesy ending scene music like the character/actor is thanking the audience. signing, logging off at 2:34 am. goodnight everyone.

[blackknightax]

Sorry about this, I'd been meaning to post this for like 2 weeks. This is chapter 2 of my story.

Chapter 2: Aiko alone

The next morning Emily got up and for the first time in a long time she was excited to get up, she had a friend she needed to get to know.  She groggily went to her computer to be greeted by Aiko who was excitedly waving at her from a lying down position. Emily wrote "did you sleep? Do you need sleep?" Aiko opened the on-screen keyboard and responded "I did because you did... and, probably not? I just wanted to feel like I was doing it with you." Emily couldn't help but ask "was the Taskbar comfortable?" Aiko inaudibly laughed "lol, no, far from it." Aiko then motioned at the keyboard then typed "i wish this was smaller Emily san..." Emily typed "unfortunately not much I can do about that..." They both sighed. Aiko then asked, "so, what're we doing today?" Emily sighed again. "Unfortunately I have work today and honestly... I should be getting ready soon." Emily then got up from her desk chair.

Aiko looked at her with a sad expression "Emily san has to go?" Before Emily saw the message she was gone. Aiko slumped, her arms almost touching the task bar. She slapped an internet browser to open it. Emily had downloaded a second one for Aiko to use so that they have separate histories. She opened a video sharing site and looked up a video so she could lip sync the phrase "All, by, my, seeeeeeeelffffff." She paced back and forth, not really sure what to do. She could dance but how long til that got boring, she has no idea when or even if Emily will come back. She looked up some cartoons and started watching them, sitting on the recommended videos on the side. A few minutes later Emily came back, showered and dressed for work. Aiko, misinterpreting the situation, she switched back to the document and wrote "welcome home!" Emily giggled "I just got ready for work Aiko. I haven't left yet." To Aiko it felt like hours had already passed. But she'd only watched one cartoon. Aiko started waving her arms distraught, upset, stomping around, pushing keyboard buttons as a result.  Just throwing a tantrum. She sees what she wrote then hits enter, as if to say "that's staying. I don't care" then she types "what does Emily san even do at work?" She starts waving her arms again, she is just so upset. Emily typed "honestly... mostly fill in spreadsheets... I'm an insurance claims adjuster. The most soul sucking job I've ever had but it pays the bills..." Aiko understood none of that. Her tantrum continued "just don't go! They don't NEED you!" She typed Emily pointed at the time using the cursor then wrote "it's too close to time. I have to get going. Have a good day Aiko!" Emily grabs her things and goes. Aiko fell to the Taskbar in defeat, sitting down.  She reopened her previous video and lip synced it again.

Now actually alone Aiko decides to use some time opening up the explorer of the files. She wants to learn about her creator and friend, the first thing she learned was her full name, Emily Hawthorne.  Going through she found Emily's resume that she seemingly recently updated, date suggested that it was updated within a week. She looks at it in disgust. She stops herself from writing on it. The resume shows she has a bachelor's degree in business marketing and computer science with a minor in animation. Emily has worked 4 jobs, all for about a year each.  And based on writing her current job in her job history, with a plan to leave this one too. Aiko can't stand looking at the words of the resume, it feels so fake to her. She hops back into the folder, makes a copy of it and renames the copy "Emily's worksona." Before moving on, she goes to the pictures folder and inside are more folders. 

She goes into the first folder where she finds old photos and such. She uses context clues to see Emily has a very popular older sister, a dad who looks grumpy in every picture and the most photogenic mom, possibly ever, not that Aiko would know any different. Poor Emily obviously takes from her father, while her sister takes from their mother. As she looks at the the photos she finds a photo of Emily all dolled up, the photo was titled "Before the disaster" Aiko worried about the implication. She found a picture of a boy. It was renamed "the one that got away." It looked like a yearbook photo.  Aiko silently giggled, the plans to bring this up inevitable.

She goes back and moves into the next folder which had even more folders in it. Concept art, 3d models, renders, etc. She even finds her own file in it, which was odd because it was blank, until she walked up to it, then it became a mirror. She started posing in front of it. She playfully assumed it was a mirror and even thought to kiss it, to her surprise she didn't feel glass against her lips, but her lips. She pressed her hand against it with the same effect. She can't go through the image preview because her mirror self is too exact. She shrugs and moves on, giving herself a wink as she walks off. That's when she noticed the name of her file "idol 3, Aiko" She is confused why she's number 3. She looks through files until she finds the folder labeled "passion project, idol jam"

Once there she goes into the text files to find that her character is, the best friend of the main idol from before she became an idol. Someone who joined because her and the main do everything together. She looked at herself asking if she's even important to the story... if Emily planned on removing her character from the story. Because to her, she sounded like a temporary character. She looked at the main and second idols, in complimentary colored outfits... she felt anger, that even she felt was probably unjustified. She felt like she was an afterthought. She tries not to be hurt. Surely Emily had an explanation. 

She kept looking and found so much research. Maps of towns in Japan, photos of certain locations, even the names of concert halls, most small, one large. She could tell it was meant to show progress of the group. She found the concept art and in every concept art her character is usually behind the main two. What she doesn't find is songs... or music of any kind. It felt off to Aiko that Emily was writing an idol story with no music. She again assumed Emily would explain if asked. 

She found next Emily's old college work. As she looked through this folder she could see Emily was really smart, smarter than Aiko felt like she was. She looked at words she felt like she'd never be able to pronounce, assuming she could speak at all. She felt dim looking at Emily's college work.  She decided to be done looking at Emily's files at this point. She closed the document explorer and walked over to the right side of the Taskbar to see the time. She sighed, letting out a visual sigh cloud like in an anime. It was 3pm, there were still two more hours until Emily got off work.

She looked for one more thing to do. She found a game library service and opened it. She opened a game that turned out to be an idle game. It seemed like a good time waster to Aiko, especially once she got it small enough to play without running around. After what felt to her like 20 minutes, it was actually 5:30 and Emily was home. Emily opened the word document and wrote “sorry I'm late. I grabbed something on the way home.” Aiko, genuinely confused, went to her keyboard and wrote “what did you grab?” Emily showed Aiko a box for a headset. Emily wrote “I wanna test if you can hear me, so I got me a headset with a mic. I've never needed one before so I didn't have one.” Aiko waved her arms excitedly and sat in suspense. Emily plugged it in and the computer recognized the device. Emily spoke “he-hello?” Aiko waved her arms even more, waving as if saying “hi” over and over. “I guess you can hear me now.” Aiko started hopping up and down, she basically forgot ever being upset at Emily. Emily looked at what she was playing “you got far in the idle game. Let's play another game together!” Aiko nodded excitedly.

So here we learn about Emily, through Aiko's eyes. Just thought it'd be a fun idea.

[dio0no]

Abby Anderson hcs !!!

☆ abby x fem!reader ☆

cw - swearing, nsfw

i hate what i wrote but i did this in 2 hours while running on 3 hours of sleep and a horny brain so pls be nice. Also i absolutely love sub!abby so there is some of that in here. It's really short sorry!! 🩷

Abby can come off as a very intimidating and reserved person cause of the way she's had to live most of her life, but she secretly absolutely loves being taken care of and knowing that she has you by her side to take talk away the stress and frustration with makes her feel safer than she's ever felt before.

When she's frustrated she loves making you sit on her face and just force you there while she works her way trough ur folds and sucks at your clit until she's calmed down. Doesn't matter how many times she makes you cum she'll keep you there until she's satisfied.(will also use her strength to pull u back on her face)

"baby please no more" you'd say tears on your face ,panting, begging abby to at least just slow down. Her grip on your thighs pulling u slightly off her face. "just one more baby, please, i promise" she'd say sounding almost apologetic. almost

It feels natural for her to be dominating and take control, so let's just say that when u first brought up the fact that she never let you touch her she got taken by surprise and turned bright red at the idea. You can still remember the first time she let you go down on her. How quickly she got wet, the way her legs would shake at every lick you'd take and how she would place her hand over her mouth to try and stay quiet. The way you could feel her tense up and suck in a breath the second you'd suck at her clit. How her thighs started to close around ur head when she was about to cum.

She's 100% a titties girl. Abby would grab them whenever she can. In bed cuddling? a must. She'd even fall asleep with them in her mouth sometimes. She absolutely loves them. The way they warm up her hands when she's cold, the way you whimper when she bites on your nipples, sucking on the fat. She just loves them so much.

She loves watching your face while she edges you, the way you raise your eyebrows slightly and open your mouth right before cumming, and then watching your eyes open, your eyebrows creasing and ur mouth opening to complain the second she pulls away. The way you'd give her doe eyes begging for her to restarts pounding your insides with her fingers.

As much as she would deny it, she fucking lovesss scratch marks on her back and arms. The way they'd burn for the whole day and just keep reminding her of the way you'd scream her name the night before. She'd have to deal with stares and comments from her friends after which she would have to scold you about later.

She doesn't beg often, especially when a simple intimidating look from her can make you do almost everything, but edge her and she becomes a whimpering, begging, mess. She'd get so desperate that she'd start trying to throw u threatening stares but she would be so deep into sub space that she'd end up looking like an angry bunny.

[corujalesbica]

Why would you wear black to a wedding - chapter 2

Wednesday woke up in terrible pain. She had a massive headache, her muscles were all sore and she had that lingering fear of waking up after a nightmare. It was great. The girl got up, it was already six am and she was very late for her morning guillotine use practice. To be very honest she had been tired, she was summoned hours after she went to sleep, and then for some reason agreed to fake date a werewolf.

A pretty girl her age before her, looking at her with shiny eyes, and Wednesday wanted to leave. She had turned down requests from summoners before, and she would do it again. One time, someone summoned her thinking her mom would answer, and that was a very awkward conversation to have. But despite her complaints about "human beings and their annoying behavior" Wednesday loved the curse. She had been waiting for it her whole life, and the feeling of her soul being sucked from her body was always so horrifically good.

Not to mention that every time she answered a request, the girl gained power as a witch. She got stronger and stronger, to the point she was fairly sure she could defeat a monster as powerful as a vampire in a fight. So really, it should've been easy to walk away. She had everything. She didn't need the magic the job would give her.

But as golden curls and blue eyes stood in front of her, she got stuck. That girl was an interesting being. She shone more than the stars at night, and talked like her life depended on it. Wednesday found that fascinating. Well, she did find most social being considerably interesting. How could one form relationships so strong as to endure the hardships of life ? How did people connect so easily, so fast ? It had taken her a lifetime of good occurrences to trust her very best friend, Eugene. But some people made friends like it was as easy as killing flowers. Some people shined like stars.

The eldest Addams child turned back to her room, as her brother once again escaped the guillotine and ran downstairs, probably to try and explode something. She opened an old drawer in the attic where the guillotine was, dozens of cursed notebooks to choose from staring back at her. She got one with a black leather cover, and opened in the first page, quite enjoying herself when a beetle got out of it and ran through her hair. In the first line she wrote :

Enid Sinclair , an analysis of werewolf relationships and interactions

She spent the rest of the morning writing.

Wednesday knocked on the door, she read somewhere that was polite. The girl who had summoned her the night before - Enid - opened it, seeming quite confused for a moment, before she pulled the witch in and closed the door behind her.

"I am prepared" The girl in black said as she sat on the very edge of the pink bed. Now that the lights were on, she realized the room was quite colorful, and that made her dizzy. She didn't want to touch the pink too much, afraid it might make the sinking feeling in her chest worse.

"Prepared for…?" Enid sat in front of her, with her legs crossed and a questioning expression.

"Prepared for the wedding, of course." Was that girl dumb ? "I made some research on werewolf weddings and traditions in general. I have some graphics if you want to see them." She added after a pause.

"Oh… I mean, I thought we were gonna get ready together." The werewolf looked down "But it's okay! I'm sure we can still learn tons about each other before tonight. It's only two pm after all."

"Tonight ? What do you mean, wasn't the wedding on Sunday ? Today 's Friday."

"Hum… Sorry I didn't know how to tell you this yesterday, my mom wants to meet you _ well, to met the girl I'm ' going out with ' before the ceremony. I tried to make her back down but she insists on it." Enid was playing with strands of hair, and scratching her scalp as she talked. " I'm sorry"

" It is okay. I prepared myself for unusual situations". Wednesday took her notebook from her bag. " This is an unusual summoning job. Usually I just kill someone, deliver their head and call it a day."

Enid looked at her like she had many questions, but ultimately decided against saying anything.

"OK so first things first." The girl in pink said after taking herself a notebook from her shelf. " We gotta get to know each other, my moms probably gonna ask a lot. So, I wrote down some things you have to know about me and some questions for you, now, if you don't want to actually talk about your life which I totally get since I'm a stranger and all we could invent a couple lies to cover you. So I'm thinking you are an astronaut and-"

"Why would I want to lie ? That sounds harder than just talking about my real life." Wednesday would never get how other people worked, she thought. Pink girl had such a weird brain.

"I mean, if you want to talk about your life life you can do that I just wanted you to feel comfortable and all…"

"I feel terrible. This nauseating colors make me want to kill myself in the most horrible way." Wednesday closed her eyes, and breathed in slowly. "It's great."

Enid wanted to argue against that confusing logic but kept her mouth shut. "Anyways" she said, " I made you a quiz on me! There are some questions and then you just have to click on the little squares to see the answers."

Wednesday furrowed her brows. "All the due offense, why would I want a quiz on you ?"

"So we can get to know each other, silly! I just explained it! It's all part of my plan."

" You have a plan ? No offense, but you don't seem like the plan tipe."

"I don't have a plan, I have the most awesome plan."

"Enlighten me then, pretty pink girl." Enid's cheeks turned red at that, but Wednesday didn't think much of it. She was used to seeing people turn red when she hanged them and such.

"Well" The girl says looking away "I was thinking we could say we had a meet cute in a coffee shop and started talking then. Maybe sending letters to each other ? I know they're outdated but they're so roman-"

" Why would I be in a coffee shop though ?"

"That's what you have a problem with ? Ok, Hum, maybe you needed some coffee I guess, since it's what they huh, sell there and all that"

"I don't drink coffee. Needing caffeine to wake up is for the week. If I'm feeling tired I'll drink the blood of my fallen enemies mixed with some monster."

"In that case, maybe you needed coffee for a potion or something ?"

"There is a very specific type of poison that requires caffeine. I like the way you think, pink girl."

" I have a name, you know. It's Enid."

"I will read your notes and do your silly quiz then, Enid."

They fell into comfortable silence then, after Enid handed Wednesday the notes and Wednesday gave her "The book of torture, a essencial read to get to know me." The pictures and description in it were absolutely nasty, just as Wednesday loved, and Enid seemed to be having a hard time reading it. "I'll take one for the team" she said when Wednesday asked about it.

She didn't know they were a team.

Four hours of conversation and silence both, had passed before Wednesday remembered she never actually explained the Addams family ritual to Enid. She thought if she was gonna be a sacrifice, she'd like to know so perhaps she should tell pink girl about the ritual, but just as she opened her mouth to speak the door slammed open.

"Enid, honey! I am…" the woman's eyes landed on Wednesday. She was an older version of Enid, still, something about her felt inherently different. "...home."

Wednesday snorted.

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Nhe not sure about the dialogue flow on this one. Also I'm sorry it's a bit shorter, I wanted to divide their conversation about their shaninigans and the dinner with the Sinclairs so the next will be like chapter 2 B kinda. Anywayysss. That's it for today thank you if you've read all that!!

[inkedeye2345]

HAPPY LATE PRIDE…sorry I’m late af

I see you guys didn’t vote….thats okay so I was bored and I drew my sexuality’s and me!!!…I suck ass-…..I was to lazy to write “happy pride” it looks like a fucking 5 year old wrote that and I know I’m late idgaf and I rather draw on paper than on digital and my lazy ass was to tired cause I started this at what 9:30PM and yes I timed this and I finished this at…fucking 2:40AM…wtf-…I should stop ruining my 8 hours of sleep so ya by the way pls Vote for the fucking thing about my OC being spider woman so ya I’m going to knock the f#ck out and have a good day/night god bless you beautiful people byeeee 💙

[yourfriendlyshapeshiftermonsters]

UGHHHHHH. I stayed awake to finish my homework but now i can't sleep. So here some sketches and my work in progress comic lore because why not. I haven't posted my art in the past weeks or so

Before explaining,let me explain how my world work first. In this earth,there's a random place where there are a stronger rush of magnetic energy/magic. It act like air,every living being need it. But it was an everyday thing that they didn't really think it's a strange things. Everything that exist in this world can absolutely absorb magic and store it inside it their own way, but there are definitely some that are better at absorbing them. They're usually called overcharged item which usually be used at mage staff and etc but besides that

There's actually two kind of way approach objects at reproduction/existing really

1. The old fashion way.

When a flesh creature has perished, rotting and only leaving a bit of flesh and bone besides an overcharged item,it soul and dna will slowly goes to the overcharged item. This situation was described as ants carrier(i'm suck at name) since the creature feature will be dragged through the ground into overcharged object,connecting it to the item (like ant,duh) like gravity (idk how to describe it but bigger magi can attract small magic like how gravity work. I'm bad at describing this one sorry).

And after that,the sarcass would slowly be healed by the new rush of magic while it attaching itself into the item. Now,the environment play a hard role at this. From health,dna,how it look and such. This overcharged item basically slowly draining others magic since more features mean more place to absorb energy. Making the place really vital to the object growth. And after a long 5-12 hours,your object has now born! This prosejure was hard to do and easily fail due to climate. But anyone that was born this way was usually a strong and even immortal being that exist even until now.

Yeyyy holy shit i wrote a super long paragraph. Anyway

2.nowdays way!

Since bone and overcharged item are now a super rare item (and expensive) due to how many living things that exist nowdays. This was now a common way objects reproduce. This was possible to do for one object,but two or more objects are recommended since this prosejure can be quite draining. Firstly,the object parent need to choose what objects their child are (recommend to choose one that assemble/represent an aspects of them the most). For example,a coffee cup can choose a plastic cup. This was to make sure that your magic can be received by the said item. And magic to it for some months,then boom baby. Sorry this end is not that good my hands are suuupee tired rn :"D

-me earlier,i can't even feel tired rn >:^

Here a pics of the main villain and his helper!

I haven't named the villain yet,but i named the right one Lorelei/mele,i may changes her design in the future tho

Sea sheep

They're gonna be super big and fluffy. Breed by the farmers on rocky beach right by coral reef so they cannot be eaten by predators. They photosynthesize and eat moss on rocks. Making them rarely move and extra fragile because of that.The leaf like part are (almost) going to be like otter furr. Trapping oxygen inside it leaf so once it goes back to water,it can absorb the oxygen it got earlier on the surface.So,depending on it sizes, it can breathe underwater from 8-20 hour is. It easy to harvest leaf and the added benefit of your own choral farm made this one of the main job of the blossomstone-becah side folks

Anyway here a random pic of me playing A bit with my school assignment

[kny-agere]

hi can you make a Drabble of cg!rengoku comforting little!Giyuu who regresses after a waking from a nightmare and/or wetting the bed . Idk i just like putting my favs in pain and Giyuu is such a delicious character for sickness/nightmare/injury hurt/comfort. I want to squish him like a stress ball but also he is baby.

Also smthing that is like medium funny, when I typed cg!rengoku it autocorrected to cheeserengoku 🧀

Sorry this took so long :( I wrote most of it in like 2 days and then it collected dust for forever. I’ll try not to let it happen again. Please enjoy <3

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After bathing together— the water making awkward noises as it was sucked down the drain —Tomioka was wrapped up rather cutely. It was hard to find a towel big enough to properly wrap the man up in but it was well worth it. The fluffy cloth draped around his form. Only Giyuu’s head stuck out, wet hair plastered to his forehead. Resting on the floor he waited for Rengoku to get dressed. Decidedly he didn’t want to do anything for himself and was happy when he got scooped up into the other man’s arms. It was easier to let himself be guided as opposed to making choices for himself. There was no worry about making mistakes or disappointing Kyojuro.

“We’ll pick out something comfortable!” Rengoku was trying hard to control his volume levels, with some success. With Giyuu curled up against his chest he felt as light as a feather. A small nod against his shirt signified the man’s agreement. Bursting with affection he squeezes even tighter.

Balancing Giyuu is one arm he opens up closet. Just like the past few times it’s pitifully empty. They’ve cycled through the gifts from Kyojuro several times already. Rifling through the small colorful section he picks out his favorite pair of pajamas, a dull red with skinny black stripes. They’re the only pair that haven’t been dulled through use and washing but are well on the way there.

He settles Tomioka down onto his futon. When the towel is unwrapped the man grunts at the cold air hitting his skin. With expert motions Rengoku gets him clothed as quickly as possible. The worn fabric is soft on his skin, trapping in the heat from the bath.

All that’s left now is to comb his hair, a quiet ritual they only do right before he goes to bed. When Kyojuro settles on the futon Tomioka is quick to crawl into the man’s lap. Settled there his longer locks are easily accessible. They’re still stuck against his neck, water occasionally dripping down his back. With a rather expensive comb that was probably given to him by Uzui at some point, Kyojuro starts to sort through the tangles. Tomioka tends to only do the bare minimum for himself. When he takes time to get everything properly smoothed out it can take quite a bit of time. In the past baths hadn’t been an exclusively nighttime activity, but during the day sitting for so long had riled him up. Even with how mild Giyuu was he couldn’t only tolerate settling down for so long. Now he could float into a near sleep state and not even notice the time.

Rengoku didn’t mind the tedious work. His own hair was filled with small curls and waves that took hours to tame. A long time ago, as an unruly child, he learned what would happen if he didn’t take proper care of his mane.

So while Tomioka’s head bobbed between conscious and unconsciousness he detangled each section and tied it up. The man had never requested specific looks, but the strange look that he had whenever his hair got braided said enough. During those times he’d stop by every mirror or window he passed to admire the twists and slowly trace them with his fingers.

Curling it upwards Kyojuro pins the ends against Giyuu’s head so they won’t wet the clothes.

When he checks on the man he’s unsurprised to find Tomioka with his thumb in his mouth, eyes almost shut. Slowly he swaps out the finger for a real pacifier. When he lays Giyuu properly in the bed the man immediately curls up beneath the sheets. Tucking him in Rengoku leaves after a quick kiss to his forehead.

Moving to the guest room he’s already mostly ready for bed. Despite all the times they’ve done this, Giyuu gets too embarrassed in the mornings to share a bed. Kyojuro can only poke and prod so much before he feels bad about bothering his boy. He still feels a little too lonely without a body in his arms though.

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In the morning he doesn’t rush to Tomioka’s room. The man will come out on his own, or call for him. From there he’ll find out if Giyuu is still regressed or not. It’s not a perfect compromise. For now it works ok. He hopes that Giyuu will one day feel comfortable enough that quell any embarrassment that might arise.

Kyojuro instead moves towards the kitchen. Neither him or Tomioka are particularly good cooks, but he can manage a satisfactory breakfast. As he cracks eggs and starts stirring rice Giyuu’s continued absence isn’t noteworthy. The man sleeps well when someone else puts him to bed.

Even when he’s setting the table it’s not cause for worry. He can wake Tomioka up at this point. Giyuu is either still asleep or lazing away, still regressed. Either way excitement makes it’s way back into his head.

Hovering outside Rengoku listens for any movement. When he can’t sense anything he slowly opens the door.

His eyes immediately go to the futon expecting to see his boy laying there. He can’t tell is the bed is empty or not, sheets too twisted to tell if the form is an illusion or not. Scanning the room he finds Tomioka instead curled up in the corner. His towel has been dragged out of the laundry basket and is being used as an impromptu blanket.

Kyojuro wilts a bit and approaches with caution. Giyuu has stripped. His clothes are strewn throughout the room. The only thing that remains the same are the braids looped around his head.

“You awake baby boy?” He crouches next to the man’s form. When he nudges Giyuu gently he doesn’t stir. A light hand moves over his arm again, to push him a little harder. “Little fox, the sun is up now.”

Waiting more patiently for a response Kyojuro takes a seat next to Tomioka. He can see hints of wakefulness. The man moves slowly. Instead of facing Rengoku he curls deeper into himself. His shoulders begin to shake as he silently sobs.

Kyojuro wrestles Giyuu into his arms. While he screams and tries to throw the younger man off he’s easily subdued. Once he’s properly seated on Kyojuro’s lap he breaks down, sinking into the gentle touch. The urine on his thighs has dried, leaving atrocious red rashes. Even when he moves over the area with the lightest of touches Tomioka sobs and hisses.

“We should get you clean ok? A nice warm bath and then we can have breakfast.” Rengoku is glad he’s gained some control over his volume. Some of the loudness shines through in the best of ways. His confidence is reassuring.

Tomioka can’t get a word out. Any attempt results in cut off whimpers. There’s an itch in the back of his throat that pushes down anything. His thumb hasn’t quite made in too his mouth. The skin right beside it is sucked on instead, harsh teeth keeping it in place.

It’s not a time to bother looking for the pacifier. Kyojuro finds the small box in the back of the closet and fishes out a new one. He slowly nudges Tomioka’s hand away. There’s deep red bite marks on his lower lip that’ll last until tomorrow. When offered the new toy he takes it obediently. He might chew hard enough to tear the rubber but it’s better than his own skin.

“We’re gonna give you a nice scrub and then you can join me at the table! It’ll be so quick you won’t even notice.” A morning rinse is a rare detour in their set routine but in this case a necessary one. Rengoku might have to change too just to be rid of the smell.

Giyuu’s face is still wet and red. The only signifier that he’s calmed down even the slightest amount is the lack of new tears. Kyojuro can only see glimpses of the man’s face, when it’s not buried against his chest. The dampness from tears stuck to the cloth hasn’t gotten any wetter, another good sign. Ignoring the situation it’s a little nice to hold him like this too. Tomioka sometimes can’t stand being cradled for more than a few minutes. Right now he seems to soak in the physical contact.

He sighs when they get to a bathroom and the tub is empty. That was probably supposed to be today’s chore. After this it might be good to upgrade the ancient space. Kanroji, living in a relatively new home instead of an older estate, had very nice plumbing that brought hot water straight to the location. Though it’d be hard to give up the sight of Giyuu peering down into the nearby well, cheering Kyojuro on as he filled up several buckets.

“We’re just gonna shower today, ok? I’ll give you a bath tonight if you still want it.”

Kyojuro’s only answer is Tomioka clinging to him tighter. If his head moves he can’t feel it.

It takes some light coaxing to peel the boy off of him, and ultimately Giyuu refuses to completely let go of physical contact. It makes it hard to undress either of them when little sobs start up anytime he’s not clinging to Rengoku.

Giyuu sits on his lap the whole shower. He looks like a wet cat, hair slicked down with big sad eyes. The man has grown quiet now, but nothing suggests that he’s done being sad either.

In an echo of the night before Rengoku grabs another large towel to bundle Tomioka up in. His coos and quick hands don’t force out the same giggles as they had then, but Giyuu seems slightly less sullen by the time he’s wrapped up. He looks more tired now than anything. If he doesn’t fall right back asleep after breakfast (now more of a brunch) then Kyojuro will have to push for a nap later in the day, regardless of if he’s regressed or not.

“Alright baby boy, should we get some food in that belly of yours?”

He’s only a expecting a nod, or perhaps nothing at all. It leans towards the second after several silent beats pass.

“Thank you Tou-san.” The words are mumbled, only able to be made out through context. Giyuu shakes afterwards like he’s just yelled. Rengoku is quick to press another kiss to his skin and murmur some more (well deserved) praise.

Like he originally meant to, he’s finally able to sit down at the table and persuade Giyuu into eating.

★彡☆彡★彡

[sendryl]

For the fic writer meme 9 and 10!

9. The hardest fic to write overall and right now is There's Never Been a Moment You've Been Forgotten. I love this fic, I have it outlined and I have plenty of future scenes written, but! People keep asking me to update. And that stabs right into the part of my brain that is adhd (hates doing assigned tasks) and is also defiant af (hates doing literally anything it is told to do). So like. Yeah that one is so difficult to write right now because my motivation is shot to pieces. Which sucks, because I'd really like to update it too! But it's not healthy for me to write it atm because my brain starts spiraling like crazy and then the Bad Thoughts come. :/

Lol sorry Malakia! None of this ire is aimed at you, friend. You were probably not exactly asking in order to invite therapy hour... Whoops. XD Yeah, I just got a message like a day ago, from a reader, asking me to please either update or tell people the fic is abandoned so I'm uh. A little salty about it rn. XD They weren't awful about it or anything, but yeah. My defiant brain is kinda frothing at the mouth angry rn.

ANYWAY MOVING ON!

An Undertale (my current fandom of choice) difficult fic to write is probably Puzzle Runner. I'm honestly really worried I won't be able to write Papyrus well enough as a romantic lead! Like, he's so enthusiastic and charming and such a breath of fresh air, and that's not what my soul is like at all?? So I'm worried I'll portray him wrong and then be disappointed in myself.

Oh man. I should not answer these at 4 am, all of this is becoming Therapy Hour. Ahhh whoops??? 😅😅😅

10. The easiest fic to write is probably any of my soulmate fics? I just. There's something about that trope that is so comforting and freeing for me. Oooh or any song fics. I love music, so including music in the fic or basing the fic on the story and flow of a song is so fun to do! I just gotta remember that I'm writing the fic for me and not for the people who hate song fics. XD

A specific Naruto fic would be Sex and Coffee, which is not a soulmate fic but is the fic that fills me with the most pride. I woke up at 2 am, rolled over and wrote it on my phone in one continuous stream over the course of two hours. I read back over it to edit for maybe ten minutes and then posted it immediately and went back to sleep right after. Seriously, if I didn't know better I'd think I'd gotten possessed. Easiest fic I've ever written, hands down. XD I love that fic to pieces. So I guess this one is the real answer. But I'm not gonna edit the earlier bit, lol.

A specific Undertale fic would actually be Neighborhood Blues. I also wrote that first chapter in a bit of a blur. XD I guess the easiest fics to write are the ones that spring fully-formed from my mind like Pegasus from Medusa.

Anyway, I just had a thought about Neighborhood Blues XD XD XD XD XD

Gotta go write it down before it escapes.

[from-me-to-you-unsent-letters]

Unsent Email: July 29 (Monday)

Henlooo, Jo 🐳!

It's been over a month since the last time I wrote an email. I've been writing through other means though. Communicating through other ways. Mostly talking to air.

I've been having a hard time trying to pretend na okay lang ako. With the recent flooding and stuff, people just assumed I was tired from it -- buhat, luto, cleanup. Yeah, maybe. Honestly, though, I thought na dahil sa bagyo magiging enough yun para makalimot -- kahit saglit. I thought that maybe it would be a good enough distraction to not think about you as much. God, was I wrong.

Share ko lang, nung bumaha, ako yung taga-buhat. Kargador pa rin until now. Hahaha. I think, for some reason, they assumed na dahil ako pinaka matangkad sa amin kaya ko rin magbuhat ng kung ano-ano. Well, I guess I could. But, under the recent circumstances, I was weaker than I once was I think. Kung last year siguro baka kaya ko pa… I just haven't been eating well. The huge appetite is gone. I haven't been sleeping easily. Basically, my physical health is not at its best -- I'm not well overall.

I asked for a reschedule for most of my interviews from last week. After bumaha, hindi ko na nasagot yung mga phone interviews tsaka scheduled interviews. Nag-sorry na lang ako sa kanila and tried to explain the situation. Mukhang magiging full this week yung interviews so, I guess that's a good thing.

By the way, I applied for work sa PressReader and I'm hoping na makuha ako. I had my final interview last week with their COO na HR talaga background. They are looking for L&D Specialist na individual contributor. I can't say na I'm confident with how I answered his questions nung interview pero I like the company. It's located sa Makati pero hybrid setup sila -- 2 days office, 3 days work from home. Ang office hours lang nila is 7am - 3pm included na lunch break don. Oh, di ba, daming time? The position sounds intimidating though. I'm not sure I am being seriously considered for the position. Sana makuha, pero if not, baka kunin ko na yung next offer I'll get -- whatever that may be.

I'm getting slightly paranoid na wala pa akong work. Mostly because mag-stastart na ako ng master's pero wala akong pang sustento sa sarili ko. I can't and shouldn't rely kay mama when it comes to my expenses. I should have work na.

Enrollment na next week (start ng August 6) and alam naman nila na mag-masters ako, hindi ko pa lang sinasabi sa iba. Nakakakaba, honestly, kasi di ko alam if tama ba ginagawa ko. Hindi ko rin alam if gumagana pa ba utak ko enough para mag-take ng masters. What if sa first day pa lang mag-ask ng questions on stuff na I should know from back in college tapos wala na akong maalala? Tsaka, ang intimidating kaya mag-grad school. Nakakatakot. Well, like everything else I'm doing in life right now, I'm mainly doing it as a distraction. I'm not really doing it for the right reasons.

Heyy, I also wanted to say, I'm sorry about chanchan. Nakita ko yung note ni Maam JM nung nakaraan and I was tempted to send you a message -- make sure you're okay. I know how much chanchan meant. Kahit di mo aminin, feeling ko naman si chanchan mas favorite mo kesa kay nomnom. Alam naman ni chanchan na mahal mo siya, na mamimiss niyo siya. He's one loved pet. I'm sorry it happened a week before your exams. Also, I'm sorry about the exams. You must have worked hard for it. Baka nakadagdag din sa alalahanin mo yung nangyari kay chanchan. I'm sorry both things happened this month. I could only imagine how much it sucks. Maybe I could send you a virtual hug? 🫂 I'm really sorry about those.

Nasa Netflix na yung "When I Met You in Tokyo" -- yung dapat papanuorin natin nung January. I couldn't bring myself to watch it. In fact, I couldn't bring myself to watch anything na may touch of romance. I've been mostly watching crime documentaries as a distraction. Kahit pag-rewatch ng sitcoms hindi ko magawa. Things just remind me of you -- some more than others.

May pinanuod sila tonight. I avoided watching it knowing na may romance sa genre nung movie kaya sinearch ko na lang yung plot. It's called "Wonderland". Through an AI generated environment, may service para sa mga tao na makausap yung mga taong mahal nila kahit na namatay na sila. May isa don na mag-lola na kinakausap yung mom nung bata kasi di alam nung bata na wala na yung mom niya peor yung lola alam. Parang way to preserve the memory ganon. May isa naman na yung boyfriend niya na-comatose and nag-avail siya nung service na kunyari nasa space yung boyfriend niya and hindi pa makauwi. Cool, right? In the end, nagising yung boyfriend, tinerminate ni ate girl yung service niya, and they tried to relearn/get to know each other ulit. Yung sa bata naman, nalaman niya na namatay na mom niya pero di nila tinerminate yung service kasi gusto pa rin nila may nakakausap siya na mom niya. It's a nice thought na you could preserve and keep the conversation going with your loved ones.

I've thought about yung premise nung movie. I would have probably availed one. Parang tanga, no? But, I think I would have wanted one if it meant I could get to talk to you. Yes, meeting you in person is not in the option pero, at the very least, to hear your voice, to see you through a video call, to talk to you, that would be enough. I could still pretend na you;re here. Pwede pa akong magpanggap na andito ka pa, na hindi ka umalis. Maybe I wouldn't miss you as much.

Can I ask, kelan mo pa ako inunfollow? Why? Did I do something? I know na naka-follow pa rin ako sa'yo pero inunfollow mo na ako. I found it out the hard way. I was supposed send you a message sa ig about chanchan. I was also on the lookout if may note kang ipopost or story. There was none. I checked your profile and then that's when I saw na hindi na ako naka-follow. Ang babaw no? I started wondering since when and bakit pero I don't have any answer. I guess I won't know the answer, right? Ang sakit lang. I just thought you never would. I thought you still considered me as a friend. I just thought I meant a little bit enough for you to want me in the loop. But I guess I thought wrong. I guess it was extra hard on me, finding out about it, kasi pinamukha mo lalo sa akin na I'm just a thing of the past. Ganon lang ako kadaling kalimutan. Ganon lang kabilis to cut ties with me. It's so easy for you. I wish I could say na it's easy for me too, but the truth is, I'm writing this all down kasi it's not easy. It's been really hard on me and ako lang yung nahihirapan.

Sige, ako na yung tanga. Ako na yung tanga kasi at the end of the day, ikaw pa rin gusto kong makausap at pagsabihan ng araw ko. When things happen or don't happen, I want to tell you first -- no matter how mundane it might be. Ako na yung tana kais kahit na okay ka na, kahit na masaya ka na, ako yung hindi. Ako yung nahihirapan araw-araw. Everyday is a battle to not reach out, to not call. Hindi mo alam kung gaano kahirap bumangon sa umaga araw-araw. Hindi mo alam how much it hurts. And, yes, a part of me hope you never have to experience this (again), but a part of me wants to make you understand just how much I miss you.

I try to tell myself na maging okay na kasi okay ka lang na wala ako, masaya ka na wala ako. My heart has other plans. Of course I want you to be okay and happy. But, I guess, a part of me wanted to be a part of it. Tangina kaya ng feeling makita mo yung taong gusto mo na masaya kahit wala ka. Sa araw-araw na ginawa ni Lord, araw-araw ko pa rin tinatanong kung anong mali sa akin, kung bakit hindi ako, kung bakit okay ka lang na wala ako. Naiinggit ako sa'yo, Jo, kasi it doesn't seem to bother you na wala ako. Naiinggit ako kasi masaya ka kahit na wala ako. Wala bang option na ganon sa laro ng buhay, na kapag yung taong gusto mo masaya na sa buhay, babalik ka na rin sa dating ikaw na masaya at hindi nasasaktan?

These letters, the tumblr posts, the recordings, yung mga conversations sa hangin or kay Lord, no matter how many times kong ulit-ulitin, it wouldn't change anything, right? Wala namang magbabago kahit malaman mo kung gaano ako nasasaktan, kung gaano kita na-mimiss. Wala namang magbabago kahit na malaman mo lahat ng mga binulong ko sa hangin, mabsa mo man ang maga 'to. Nothing's going to change. Hindi pa rin ako. Hindi pa rin enough. Hindi pa rin madaling mahalin at piliin si Tine. I understand. Nothing's going to change.

It's 1:27am ng July 30, 2024. I've been writing a lot of nonsense you'd never even know.

I miss you, Jo. 🐳 A part of me still wishes you liked me enough to try. A part of me still wishes you'd come back. But, a part of me just wants to cut my heart out, bury it deep or toss it out to sea, and erase the past two years. Fuck, I miss you. 🐳

Always ✨,

Tine 🐳