#circles with your arms out then falling to the floor and watching the room spin) and the mismatched rung on the banister from where

[faithshouseofchaos]

“Dancing in December” — Quinn Hughes— x reader

Word count 547

Fluff

Tagged — @purplephantomwolf and @toasttt11

The smell of pine and cinnamon filled the air, the soft glow of the Christmas tree casting a warm light across the living room. Snow was falling gently outside, blanketing the world in a serene hush, but inside, the crackle of the fireplace and the cheerful melody of Christmas music brought the space to life.

You were swaying in the middle of the room, your arms full of ornaments as you tried to figure out where to hang the last few. Quinn sat cross-legged on the couch, watching you with a fond smile, his hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate.

“You know,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re putting all the good ornaments on one side of the tree.”

You turned to him with an exaggerated gasp. “How dare you accuse me of such a crime! I’m distributing them perfectly evenly.”

He chuckled, setting his mug down on the coffee table. “Yeah, sure you are.”

“Fine, if you’re so confident, you can do it yourself.” You plopped the box of ornaments onto the floor and crossed your arms, smirking at him.

Quinn stood, brushing off his sweatpants as he walked over to you. “I’ve got a better idea.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he grabbed your hand and spun you in a slow circle.

“Quinn!” you said, laughing as you nearly dropped one of the ornaments.

“What?” he asked, his lips quirking into a boyish grin. “You can’t just listen to Christmas music and not dance. It’s a crime against the holidays.”

He reached over and gently took the ornament from your hand, setting it aside before tugging you closer. The upbeat rhythm of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree filled the room as Quinn started swaying back and forth, his movements a little awkward but undeniably charming.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, though your laughter betrayed you.

“And you’re not trying hard enough,” he teased, spinning you again.

You gave in, matching his steps as he pulled you around the living room. At first, you were both just goofing around, your laughter echoing off the walls as he twirled you under his arm and dipped you dramatically. But as the song changed to something slower—Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas—his grip on your hand softened, and he pulled you closer.

The laughter faded, replaced by a quiet, tender moment as you rested your head against his chest. Quinn’s arms wrapped around you, holding you gently but firmly, like he never wanted to let go.

“You’re not bad at this,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his hoodie.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your hair. “I’ve got a good partner.”

The two of you swayed in silence for a while, the music fading into the background as the world outside disappeared. It wasn’t until the song ended that you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him.

“Merry Christmas, Quinn,” you said softly.

His lips curved into a small, genuine smile, his eyes shining in the glow of the tree. “Merry Christmas.”

And with that, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the kind of kiss that made you feel like you were home—no matter where you were.

[emawinslow]

I miss my childhood house so much I would give anything to grab the knob at the end of the banister and jump from the third step and catch a million seconds of air while I whip myself around the banister and down the hall

[freshxsturniolo]

i want you there - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

REQUEST : Hey! Could you maybe do something about y!n and Chris going on vacation in like a lodge or something in the woods or mountains and just having the best time ever! (Also with nick, matt and Nate)

i hope this is okay!!! i had so many requests for more chris fluff too so i made this sweet and mushy 🥹

when chris had asked you to come on his boys trip, you had thought he was joking. you were flattered and happy enough to have been ask to go to boston with him in the fall, now becoming a loved member of his family due to being his girlfriend, but you were more than aware how important his trips away with his brothers and best friend, nate, truly was.

"you're joking" you said as you sat on the couch the night before, glass of wine in hand. he shrugged.

"no. why would i be joking?" he asked, his hand on your knee as you sat with your feet up, blanket over your knees as you were reading your book whilst he packed his bag for the following few days.

you sit your book down on the ledge of the couch at the same time mary-lou walks in, and she gives you a smile as she sees you both, which you return before looking back at chris.

"because your boys trips are like, your favourite weekends ever, are they not?" you say again, and chris gives you another shrug.

"okay?" he says, genuine confusion to his face at your question.

"well, i don't exactly want to intrude. have you spoke to the boys about it?" you ask now, and chris rolls his eyes.

"you're literally nicks favourite person, i wouldn't even need to ask. but yes, i did. and they're all okay with it. i want you there."

it was the 'i want you there' that had done it. you were planning to just spend a few days in boston by yourself, grab coffee in a morning and read your book in the park, come home and help mary-lou around the house. you genuinely had not considered going with them for their weekend away. but the look on chris' face made you want to melt, and so you smiled deeply and agreed.

so now you let out a deep sigh, stretching out your back as you place your bag down on the floor of the shared bedroom of yours and chris' for the next few days in the log cabin they had booked. it smelled like wood and pumpkins and it was absolutely perfect. four poster bed, bedside lamps illuminating a soft glow around the room. you could hear chris and the rest of the boys laughing away in the background before the door swung open, and chris' beautiful smiling face met yours. he shut the door, flung his bag down on the floor, and before you knew it he was running over to you, picking you up by the waist and spinning you in a circle.

"chris!" you half screamed, half laughed, before he eventually dropped you back down, his hands snaking to your hips as he pulled you into him, pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

"hi baby" he smiles. and you chuckle as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"hi" you smile.

it had been a long car journey and with only one stop, you were aching from head to toe. you were dying to get out in the late autumn afternoon sunset that was setting outside the windows and stretch your legs. you weren't sure if thats something the boys would want to do, but you were happy to go alone.

"i missed you" he whined, and you laughed.

"we just had a 4 hour car journey side by side." you said, and he leant forward and nuzzled his nose with yours.

"its not the same as being alone with you." he whined again, and you let out a chuckle as your hands came up to the back of his hair.

"you bought me on a boys trip, baby. what did you expect?"

he chuckles now, giving you another kiss before breaking contact, your hands sliding down his shoulders before dropping down to your sides.

"what you wanna do? we usually grab pizza and watch a movie on the first night."

you smile as you make your way to the bathroom, flicking on the light and looking over yourself in the mirror.

"that sounds good. i might go for a walk, stretch my leg. if thats okay?" you say as chris follows you in, wrapping his arms around your waist and looking at you through the reflection in the mirror.

"of course. let me tell the boys and we'll all go."

"i can go alone, it's okay!"

he spins you around now, pressing you against the sink.

"alone? when its almost dark? in a place you've never been. not a fucking chance, babe. let me tell the boys."

he doesn't let you say another word before he's gone, his voice echoing through the log cabin as you hear him call out the his brothers and nate. you don’t hear much else as you let out a soft chuckle, before slowing following him out the room.

your eyes meet nicks immediately.

“i was just coming to get you!” he says.

“you good?” you ask. nick smiles.

“yes. do you wanna go for a walk now?”

you sigh. “you boys really don’t have to come, i just feel stiff.”

nick rolls his eyes, walking behind you and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you forward slightly until you enter the kitchen, eyes meeting with nate and matt who give you a smile.

“we can scout out the lake, ready for fishing tomorrow” nate says to everyone in the group, and nick claps his hands on your shoulder.

“and me and you can sit far away in peace” nick says, and you turn to give him a laugh. that small peace of anxiety leaving you at their words. you hated to feel like you were intruding but it was so clear these boys appreciated and loved you as much as you did them.

an hour later, the sun is setting in the most beautiful space you’d ever seen. the lake was beautiful and the sun bounced off the water, all whilst you stood back and watched as the 4 boys in front of you laughed and joked away. you’d walked with them all equally on the way here, but standing back now you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them all. when nate and matt picked up rocks to skip across the water, you knew you’d be staying her for a while, so you found a piece of grass to perch yourself down on, pulling your phone out to take a photo of the scene in front of you. the soft orange glow, the water, the 4 best friends. it was so peaceful. but after a minute or so chris turned around, and the minute his eyes lay on yours he walked straight over.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, reaching you and holding out his hand. you took it, allowing him to help you stand up before he pulled you into his side. you smiled, wrapping your arm around his back and your other arm around his waist.

“i’m good. so good. this is beautiful.” you say, looking out at the sky once again.

chris doesn’t say anything, and you appreciate the comfortable silence between you both before matt turns around, ushering you over.

“come on, y/n.” he says, moving his hand in motion to get you to join him. you look up at chris, and he gives you a smile before pushing you forward slightly to go join his brother.

you spend the next half an hour skipping rocks, all four boys making light joke with you about being rubbish whilst also helping you out, before you take the walk back. you find yourself sandwich between nate and matt, as chris and nick walk behind, and by the time you reach your cabin, your cheeks hurt from laughing.

later that evening, after takeout pizza, you find yourself falling asleep in chris arms in the small armchair designed only for one. you’re squished in by his side, his arms around you as you lay your head on his shoulder. tiredness over comes you like a soft blanket, and before the 4 boys have even decided on a movie, you’re asleep.

you just catch the moment chris brings his lips to your ear though, and whispers a soft i love you.

[mattscoquette]

𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 - 𝑻𝑾𝑶 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 .. two best friends are separated and reconnect after years spent apart

mentions of alcohol, cursing, takes place in a bar

1.7k

introduction 1 3 4 5 6

loud music and the swarm of bodies filled the crowded room as you tried maneuvering your way around the sea of people in the bar. with a drink in each hand, one for you and the other for your friend, you attempted to make your way back to the dance floor from the bar and not spill the two vodka cranberries you were holding. you were back at home in boston, visiting the family you had here. since moving to virginia all those years ago, you had only been back home a handful of times, but only ever around the holidays for a couple of days. a few short months after you moved, the stress of being all alone and starting high school really got to both you and matt, which caused you both to slowly drift apart. by the time sophomore year started, you had already gone three months with no contact, and never spoke again after that. whenever you were up visiting, you always hoped to bump into him somewhere, but it never happened. it was now spring break of your junior year in college, and you decided to spend the week in boston, seeing old friends and family.

the high heels you had decided on wearing tonight were not working in your favor, your ankles buckling nearly every five seconds as people continuously bumped into you. you were almost successful in making it back to your friend, when someone had accidentally nudged your arm walking past you, spilling one of the drinks. cursing under your breath, you made the mistake of turning your head back at the contact and stoping dead in your tracks. then, another person walked right into you, causing your other drink to pour all over the small black dress you were wearing.

“fuck,” the stranger mumbled, as you looked down at your now sopping wet dress, “i’m so sorry, let me buy you another one.”

you sighed, looking up, about to take the man up on his offer when your eyebrows furrowed. although the man had a frenzy expression on his face as he rambled about not watching where he was going, you knew that face anywhere. the blue eyes were a dead giveaway.

“matt?” you said, eyes darting all across his face in the dim lighting of the bar.

he froze, scanning you up and down. “y/n?”

you both broke out into ridiculously big grins, your arms flinging around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. arms wrapping around your waist, matt held onto you tightly as he picked you up, spinning you in a circle as he laughed.

you squealed, burying your face in his neck as he placed you back down onto the ground, his hands still holding your hips.

“how are you?” he asked, squeezing your sides lightly.

“i’m good,” you smiled up at him, “really good. what about you?”

“i’m doing great,” he told you, returning the smile, “you up visiting family?”

you nodded your head.

he grinned down at you, letting his hands fall from your waist. he offered a lingering smile before speaking up. “let me buy you a drink,” he said, “y’know, cause the other one kinda got all over you.”

you giggled, nodding your head in agreement as matt led you to the bar, finding you both an empty spot while he leaned against the counter ordering you more drinks.

while he spoke, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander all over his features, smiling to yourself at how much older he looked. the last time you saw matt, he was a good three inches shorter than you, his voice still squeaky. his hair was always combed back, showing off his bright blue eyes and baby face. now, you had to look up, even in your heels, to make eye contact with matt. his neon outfits were swapped out for baggy jeans and a hoodie, and a slight stubble adorning his jaw. his hair was longer than you’d ever seen it. messy and falling into his eyes every so often, he’d drag his ring clad hand through it.

matt smirked down at you, catching you staring when he finished ordering. “what’re you looking at, y/n?”

you smiled sheepishly, twirling the ends of your hair. “you. you just look so different.”

matt laughed. “good different or bad different?”

“good different. like, really, really good different.”

he chuckled, shaking his head and peering down at you. you, too, looked much older than he’d seen you last. although you hadn’t grown much, your legs seemed to be miles long. you grew into your body, having less of the lanky and awkward teenage look. you were wearing a slim black dress that fit you in all the right spots, your tits nearly spilling out of the top, the bottom no longer than mid thigh. “you don’t look to bad yourself, now.”

you playfully pushed his shoulder, earning a smile from matt. “what have you been up to? do you still live here?”

he shook his head, leaning one arm against the bar as he faced you. “nah, me, nick, and chris moved to LA a couple years back, we do youtube.”

your face dropped, lighting smacking his arm. “no fucking way.”

matt laughed, nodding his head.

“matt!” you exclaimed with a smile, pulling him down into a hug “that is so cool! i remember that’s all you and your brothers wanted to do when we were all younger.”

he smiles widely too, hugging you back and resting his chin atop your head. “i know, it’s fucking wild.” when he pulled away, he wasn’t subtle about eyeing you up and down for about the fifth time tonight. “what’ve you been doing since you moved?”

you sigh with a small smile, running a hand over your hair. “y’know, the usual, went to high school, graduated, now i’m in college.”

matt laughs, teasingly poking your side. “college, yeah? you still a little smarty pants?”

you grin, shoving his hand away and nodding. the two of you just stand there, smiling at one another, completely oblivious to your surroundings. you’re about to say something, when the bartender slides to glasses next to you, filled with the drinks you had spilled earlier. you look down at them, then back up at matt, deciding your friend can wait a bit longer.

“y’know, i really, really missed you.” you spoke softly, almost so quiet that the loud music nearly drowned out your voice.

matt sighed, taking a step a bit closer to you, debating if he should reach his hand out and trace shapes on your arm. you and matt were always a bit more touchy than most friends were, but it never bothered you both, so why should you stop? but he had to remember you both weren’t twelve anymore, and you haven’t been twelve in a long, long time. he instead nodded gently, ducking his head down to speak quietly like you. “i have too.”

you look up at him, taking in all of his features. although he was much more grown now, you could still see your old best friend in him. the young boy who you spent every second of your childhood was still there, and he was standing right in front of you. “why did we stop talking?”

“i don’t know,” matt mumbled, his expression almost longing and sad, “i think the distance just became too much.”

“i don’t get how it did,” you said so quiet, matt wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t see your lips move, “we were best friends.”

were. that four letter word hit him in the heart harder than it should have. but were you wrong? he hadn’t spoken to you in about five years, and hadn’t physically seen you in seven. if someone asked him earlier today who his best friend was, he’d probably say his brothers or nathan, not the girl who moved to virginia when they were fourteen. but right now in this moment, you were his best friend. despite all the time that had slipped past you both, matt was willing to make up for it. he couldn’t bare to the thought of watching you leave again.

“how long are you in boston for?” he blurted out, not even thinking.

“until next friday.” you said softly.

next friday. that gave him six days to rekindle seven years of lost friendship. he could do it. “and what’re you doing tomorrow?”

you grin. “i’m free all day.”

matt is smiling even wider now, reaching down into his pocket and handing you his phone. “here, put your number in, i’ll call tomorrow and we can do something, yeah?”

taking his phone from his hand, you can’t help the excited smile that broke across your face. a whole day with matt. just like it used to be. it sounded perfect. you happily typed your contact information in, giggling as you handed the phone back to matt. he looked down to see what had you so giggly, smiling when he saw it. his childhood nickname for you as the contact name.

he grinned back up at you, shaking his head. same old y/n. “see you tomorrow then?”

“see you tomorrow.” you said excitedly, pulling matt down into a hug. he hugged you back instantaneous, the feeling so natural to him even after all the time had gone by. the hug lingered, neither of you ready to let go. your face was buried in his shoulder, his in your hair. “i missed this a lot.”

“me too.” matt mumbled back, deeply inhaling the scent of your shampoo. he closed his eyes, and just for a second, he could feel the summer sun on his skin and hear the sound of the moving van leaving your curb. he pulled away, holding onto your hips and giving you one last once over before letting go. “bye y/n/n.”

you smiled brightly, standing on your tip toes to gently cup his jaw, planting a soft kiss to his cheek, your lipstick staining his pale skin. “bye matty.”

he stood there nearly in shock, smiling weakly as he watched you grab your drinks, disappearing into the sea of people. you turned back one last time to smile at him, before he lost you yet again. when he knew you were completely out of sight, he gently pressed a hand to where you had kissed him, his skin still tingling.

© mattscoquette

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: part twooooo !!!!!!! thank u all sm for all the love on the first chapter it makes me SO happy yall r just as excited :,( anyway i hope everyone enjoys the cuteness while it lasts 😁😁😁 LOVE U ALL <33🤍🤍🤍!!!!!!

[whateveriwant]

Reverse harem TF141 getting you all to themselves

18+ content, GN!Reader, Reader is the ruler of an ancient kingdom, Part 1

Soap

You're just finishing up with your last hearing when a figure shuffling at the edge of your vision catches your attention

There, peeking behind one of the columns, looking not unlike a stray kitten begging for someone to take him in, is Soap

He's been in and out of the hall all day, inching closer and closer as he's seen the line of townsfolk dwindle by the hour

Now that all your advisors and subjects have finally gone, leaving the room empty save for you and him, Soap's made his presence more obvious

He shifts back and forth on his feet, waiting for you to take notice of him, and when you silently beckon him forward with two fingers, he swiftly glides across the floor and up the dais to your throne

Carefully, he perches on one of your armrests, keeping his head tilted down. Despite his eagerness, it's like he's too embarrassed to hold eye contact with you, so he looks elsewhere, focusing on a loose thread on his tunic which he begins to pick

Yes? Did he have something he needed to speak to you about? Your prompting has him timidly raising his gaze to yours, chin still tucked in deference

He takes a moment to think and then, without a word, he carefully mounts your lap, bringing his knees on either side of your thighs

Your hands come to rest on his hips as his attention then drifts back down again, thick fingers fiddling with the intricate beads of your necklace

No, he doesn't need anything (though the prodding you feel against your lower stomach would say otherwise). He just missed you is all; wanted to spend time with you

That little pout on his face makes you sigh quietly, thumbs circling the bones of his hips in a soothing manner. You've been so busy all day – all week, really. You know you've been neglecting him (as well as the other men), and thereby neglecting your own needs

Nodding in understanding, you raise a finger to Soap's chin, tipping his head upwards until he's meeting your eye. You smile warmly as your gazes lock, eyes briefly falling to his reddened lips

Well, now it's just you and him, you promise. And he has your undivided attention

Gaz

You're just about to disrobe for your evening bath when the door to your chamber flies open

You spin on your heel to find Gaz striding in, platter of fruits and cakes held high in presentation

He hopes he's not intruding, darling, but he noticed how little you'd eaten during dinner. He wants to ensure you're being looked after, so he's brought an array of your favorite treats for you to indulge in

Though it's obvious what you were in the midst of doing, Gaz is unbothered by the fact that he's definitely intruding

He's bold in the way he stares (not to mention how he'd initially entered without asking your permission), and yet, you must admit it, you find it titillating how he doesn't look away even as your robe drops to the floor

With a flick of your chin, you encourage him forward, having him sit on the ground as you descend into the warm water

You rest your arms on the side as you let him carefully hand-feed you sweets, smiling as you watch him pop a few into his own mouth

For a while, you chat together, inquiring about each other's day. When his trousers accidentally get splashed at some point (but was it really an accident?), he figures it only makes sense for him to join you in the bath since he's wet anyway

He can't hide his grin as he stands and strips for you, positively preening as your eyes instinctively hone in on a certain part of his body. Lowering himself into the water, he comes up behind you, shameless as he presses flat against your back

Gaz begins to gently wash your hair, and your eyes flutter shut, a pleasurable groan escaping you at the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp

As his touch gradually trails lower – down your neck, your shoulders, your spine – any vexation you might have felt towards him completely melts away

So what if he broke the rules by entering your chambers without permission? He's still new, still young, still has a lot to learn

And as his hands dip below the waterline, circling around to your front, you know you made the right decision letting him stay. After all, it'd be a shame to let such a nice bath go to waste

Price

You're scaling the last steps up to the observatory tower when you’re suddenly stopped dead in your tracks at seeing the figure that awaits you

It's Price (or, at least, you think it is) standing at the far end of the room. He's got his back turned towards you, his face angled up to the sky, letting the cool breeze flow past him as it drifts in through the wide archways

As you come closer to him, he doesn't move an inch, doesn't utter so much as a peep as your feet quietly pad against the floor

It's not until you join him by his spot on the balcony that he finally turns to acknowledge you, an affectionate smile rounding his cheeks, his eyes shining like jewels beneath the full moon’s glow

He doesn't appear to be even a little surprised to see you here. But then again, he shouldn't. He knows how much you love to watch the stars on clear nights like this

You're up late, you muse aloud. Normally, he's long been settled in bed by now in the men's quarters. That is, when he's not joining you in yours, of course

Price lets out a light chuckle at the observation. Yes, he knows you should both be asleep at this hour, but he couldn't help it. It's just such a beautiful night tonight. Wouldn't you agree?

Care to join him? He gestures to the pillows and throws lining the long bench before you

Does he even need to ask? The remark goes unsaid as you offer him a nod, lowering onto the plush seating alongside him

You sit together for a while, a comfortable silence passing between you as you both watch the sky. It could be hours, though it's more likely minutes, before you sense him turning to face you, eyes scanning your figure

Has he ever told you how enchanting you look under the moon, starlight? No? Well, he's a fool for not having mentioned it sooner

Steadily, he scoots closer until his knee is touching yours, hand reaching over to softly play with your fingers

Pray tell, have you ever made love under a full moon before? He traces your palm as waits for your response. No? Well… would you like to?

Ghost

You're in the stables brushing through the mane of your prized mare when a noise from behind startles you

You turn to look for the source and who should emerge from the shadows than none other than the palace ghost himself

His face is as emotionless as ever, his totally blank expression not betraying the thoughts in his head. And yet, as he draws near to you, shoulders held high and wide, there's a certain air about him that speaks to anything but apathy

Fancy seeing you here, Ghost's voice is taunting, almost sarcastic, as he saunters closer. He had no idea you were here as well. What a coincidence

The mirth tingeing his tone has you peeking over at him, arching a brow in question. But he doesn't notice (or if he does, he gives no indication) as he comes to a stop right beside you

He gives the mare you're tending to a few clunky pats on the rump, like it's not a common action for him to perform

What's he doing here, you ask. Well, he's just come to say hello to his favorite horse, Jupiter, of course. Why else?

Juniper, right. Yes, that's what he meant to say, obviously

Though he tries to play it off, you can almost feel the chagrin emanating from him, a tick forming in his jaw. But he doesn't let it deter him as he then asks whether you were you meaning to go for a ride, his eyes still focused on the animal which he continues to caress

You are? Where to? The cove at the edge of town? Oh, it's quite nice there. Peaceful. Solitary.

Ghost still doesn't meet your eye as he shifts his weight side to side, almost as if nervous. Would you mind if he tagged along with you? He could use some fresh air after being cooped up inside all day

The tentativeness with which he asks it has you smiling to yourself, biting the inside of your cheeks. And as you turn to face him fully, seeing him quick to mirror your movements, it only makes your smile grow that much wider

Of course he can join you, you concede jovially. Just give you a moment to fetch a second saddle

Oh, but there's no need, he assures you, stopping you with a hand on the wrist. He's smirking as you swivel back to face him. He prefers going bareback anyway

[moosegirl96]

my spot (matt sturniolo)

sweet little blurb idk, first fic constructive criticism is appreciated okay thanks bye <3

summary: throughout the day, you join Matt wherever he sits and he always has his spot ready for you in his lap.

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you emerge from your room in the early afternoon, your eyes still blurry with sleep. you scan the room briefly before you spot your boyfriend, Matt, on the couch watching Gravity Falls with his brothers. You move towards him sluggishly and he greets you with a warm smile and open arms.

"g'morning, baby, how'd you sleep?" he asks, pulling you closer to him.

"mmhhh," you hum into his shoulder, your legs now wrapped around him like a koala bear, your face buried in the crook of his neck. he chuckled and smiled at how sweet and sleepy you were before gently leaning back into the couch holding you tight, then running his fingers through your hair, separating the knots that formed in your sleep. you snuggled closer to him, if that was even possible, and shut your eyes to drift back off.

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you turn off the tv, bored out of your mind from just sitting at home all day. you decide to walk into yours and Matt's shared bedroom to find him streaming on Twitch with Nick and Chris, just talking. not wanting to interrupt, you tried to come in quietly, but he turned his head in your direction at the creak and click of the closing door. his face lit up and he turned his spinning chair to you, motioning you to come join them. "it's my pretty girl!" he smiled and shifted forward slightly in his chair, making room for you.

you slid across the hardwood floors with your socks and climbed into his lap, hugging his waist with your legs. "hi, baby," you gave him a quick peck on the lips. "hi chat, how's everyone's day?" you ask the viewers. Matt's hands naturally found your mid-lower back and started subconsciously rubbing gentle circles while continuing his conversation with his brothers and the chat, and incorporating you into it, too.

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you huffed a little bit as you walked up the stairs after taking a brisk walk around the block on a nice cool, cloudy day in boston. Matt was sat at the kitchen table, eyes fixed on his computer, focusing on whatever work needed to be done today. he was wearing his white long sleeve shirt and his glasses, a very simple and normal look that just made you feel some type of way. you wipe your shoes on the mat and take them off before making your way over to his chair. he smiled as he watched you come closer to him. you pushed his chair back just enough to shimmy your way into his lap, putting one leg on either side of him and resting your head on his shoulder. you settled in and started playing with the little curls on the back of his head and neck to soothe him, in your own little world, not paying attention to anything else. he kept on working with a smile and planted a small kiss on your head before continuing his typing.

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a/n: okay that's it for today, I hope that was okay. let me know how I can improve future pieces, or if you liked this one, or if you have a suggestion on what to write next. thanks so much if you read all the way through this, and I hope you enjoyed it. love you, okay thanks bye <3

[lit3rallyll0yd]

when you randomly jump on their backs: various ninjago x gn!reader

I GOT MY HAIR DYED YAYYAYA ; i decided to put some of my old ninjago writing here tehe enjoy<3

art credit: min-play

warnings: uhm cringy? not new writing!!

↳ LLOYD

· freezes. he's not used to any physical touch, so when he felt your body jump onto his he froze. he literally had no idea what to do- 

· does he hold you back? he leans forward a little bit so it's easier for you to keep sturdy, but he still has no idea what to do. his cheeks went red slightly when your legs wrapped around his torso but brushed it off. 

· he chuckles nervously as he grabs your hands, gently rubbing them due to nervousness. he bit his bottom lip before he heard you giggle, motioning him to spin you!

· he got the message and started to spin like nobody's business. he eventually got comfortable because one he knew it was just you, and two your laughter and actions caused him to let his childish side out. 

· that's what he loves in you. you can help him take his mind off all of his 'green-ninja' duties and just be his childish self. he circles once more before your body dropped to the couch. 

· " what was that? " he laughs, looking down at you while you're in a giggle fit. hands on his hips like a mom, 

· " hmmmmhmh, " you giggle, " ihi was bored? " 

· Lloyd playfully rolls his eyes and leans down, giving your cheek a quick peck.

 ↳ JAY

· screams. you scare the living bolts out of him causing him to screech like a 11' year old school-girl and fall down. 

· your in a fit of laughter as you both reach the wooden flooring. 

· " Y/N!! " he called out, his breathing was heavy but started to slow down. you apologized to him, trying to slow down your laughter as he stayed on top of you.

· you honestly didn't mean to scare him, but seeing his reaction was worth it. suddenly he rolled off of you, taking your hand into his and bringing you up with him, twirling around as you did causing you giggle.

·  " ohokay! ohaahky! how about- we try thahat again? " he laughs, motioning you to jump on his back. with a smile you took a few steps back before running towards him and landed on his back, wrapping your arms around your neck and your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together. 

· he grabbed the thighs to make sure you won't fall and literally started to sprint around the Monastery like children on a sugar rush.

 

↳COLE

 · panics. he quickly grabs onto your thighs as he struggles to not topple over. it was like a jumpscare. one second he was talking to Lloyd, the next second he's having you on his back struggling to not face plant.

· " crap!- " he mummers to himself when he barely caught you and gripped his hands to your thigh. meanwhile, you're giggling like a hyena over here. you can't stop while Cole finally managed to sturdy himself.

·  Cole smirks when he hears your giggles and quickly started to spin around, careful to not smash into a wall. now you are in full-on laughter as you grip tighter onto the Earth Elemental. 

· Lloyd rolled his eyes playfully at the couple as he watches Cole spin out of the room with you on his back. " is there an actual reason you jumped on me? " Cole asked, looking over his shoulder. 

· " thihink of this as ... extra training? " you respond. He just rolled his eyes as he playfully throws you to the couch and gently tackled you and place a kiss on your nose. 

· this is now a normal thing with you two. whenever Cole has his guard down boom you're on his back wanting a piggyback ride.

↳ KAI

· like Jay he yelps. you jump scared him and he literally almost lit his entire body on fire. you included. thankfully he realized it was you due to your clothing and chuckles.

·  he was literally about to yeet you out the window, you are so lucky. 

· he eventually grabs onto your thighs and hoists you up to get both you and him comfortable. when his fingers purposely dug into your thigh you let out a laugh as you squirmed, causing the Fire Elemental to grin. 

· then...he started to spin. not like, his Spinjitzu spin, but just a normal spin. this caused you to giggle as you threw your head back as a reflex. 

· " ohohaky! okok! " " okay whaht? " he laughed still spinning.

· " puhut me dohown i'm gonna puhuke! " you suddenly felt your body fall and touch the fabric of the couch.

↳ ZANE

· visible confusion. he literally just stands there with you on his back, smiling like a dork.

· is something wrong? why did you jump on his back?

· you had to wrap your legs around his waist to hold yourself up as your arms locked around his neck gently. 

· " Y/N? is everything okay? " he would ask and all you would say is, " yeeup! just bored. "

· " so you proceeded to jump on my back because you were bored? " the Nindroid asks and you nod against his neck. this caused him to lower his guard and began to literally lecture you about the dangers of scaring somebody like that. 

· a little later he eventually got playful and started to sprint around the room, causing you to shriek with laughter until they were puddles of giggles. 

· you asked if he could Spinjitzu with you on his back and at first he was cautious, but he did one spin and that was enough to drop you to the couch.

· he apologized again and again, making sure you were okay. and of course, you were, you wanted to do it again.

· Zane refused because it can lead to something seriously dangerous.' pft, party pooper. '

↳ NYA

· literally throws you back on the bed, couch, carpet etc. she felt her soul leave her body when you jumped onto her and she threw you causing you to let out a small 'ommfpt' but that was soon replaced with laughter.

· " Y/N M/N L/N, why the heck did you do that! " she cries, holding her heart as you stood up.

· " ihih wanted to sehe your reaction. ahand it was wororth it ! " the Water Ninja gave you a 'mom' look before grinning, 

· " you think scaring the living hell outta' your girlfriend is funny? lemme give you something to really laugh about! "

·  " wahait- wait Ny-AHA! "

· after that day when you jump on her back, she literally keeps you there and goes on with her day. 

· making a bowl of cereal, Kai will walk in and see you on her back. watering the garden? Zane comes to help but see's you on Nya's back.

· when she puts you down she literally finds a comfy space and lets go of you, literally dies when she hears your shriek as your body falls from his back.

[didyoulookforme]

pov: you play spin the bottle

nothing crazy. just friends kissing each other.

warning: 18+, weed, boys kissing, mentions of sex. follows no timeline.

masterlist here

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that evening, you found yourself at matty's flat with the boys and some other people you didn't quite know but had definitely seen before. perhaps at previous gatherings held by george or matty. who knows. they all just wanted to get high, so that's exactly what you did.

the thing is, you hadn't smoked much prior to that night. yes, you enjoyed cigarettes (after all, you spent many hours with the lot of them) but didn't have much experience with weed. yet, you didn't want to be left alone so you agreed to go along for the ride and suffer its consequences, good or bad.

ross offered you a drag and you took it. you inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs and cloud your mind. apparently you held it in for too long that you started having a coughing fit, a very stoned ross staring while trying not to chuckle. "are you alright?" he said. "yes" cough "yes" cough. eventually you went back to normal, catching your breath, slowly feeling the effects of the drug in your body. you almost forgot how nice it felt and wondered why you didn't do it more often.

the last time was with george, back when you were a "thing", if you could even call it that. it was a rainy night and you both sat by the open window of his bedroom, sharing a joint. you were apprehensive at first but it had been a stressful day of work, so you needed to take the edge off. the weed definitely helped, but it might've also been the sex that followed. george had been especially eager to make you moan as loud as you possibly could. you could almost feel his hands tightly grip your hips at the memory of it when suddenly someone called your name and broke your trance.

speak of the devil.

george's face came into focus and started dragging you by the arm, "c'mon, we're going to play spin the bottle." he turned around to look at you, a smirk forming on his lips as he pulled you to the circle the others had formed. you thought this game was only played by horny 14 year olds, but what the hell. what's the worst that could happen, right?

you dropped down to the floor, crossing your legs and sitting between adam and george. looking around, you noticed that everyone was on some level of a high. ross was chattier and more confident than usual, which you enjoyed as you've grown to like him quite a bit. he was always a sweet one. adam looked like he was about to fall asleep, but kept reassuring everyone that he was wide awake. sure. being high looked good on george and he knew it. the fucker was just so effortlessly cool, running his hand through his hair, joint between his fingers. you had to look away, it was just too much for you to handle at the moment. then there was matty, who couldn't stop giggling at something the girl besides him was saying. you noticed the same girl put her hand on his arm and it make you feel a strange sensation. you weren't sure why, though.

a loud clap echoed in the room. "alright, everyone, here we go. i'll be the brave one and start." george announced while he spun the empty bottle of wine on the floor. you watched as the bottle slowed down, lifting your head to take notice of the lucky chosen person, none other than ross macdonald. he shot george a look, let out a big sigh, then laughed when it finally hit him what he had to do. "fine!" he conceded, getting up and stumbling over to plant a kiss right on george's lips. he immediately cupped ross's face, returning the kiss with a satisfying smack, leaving you pretty certain they'd done this before. there were cheers and some claps, making george feel smug and ross blushing as he settled back down.

next up was matty. he spun the bottle in one swift movement, landing on... ross. "looks like luck's on your side today, macdonald." the taller boy rolled his eyes, took a quick drag of his joint, and rose up to walk towards matty. he knelt before his friend, and this time it was ross who gently cupped the curly boy's face, pulling him close until their lips met. you could tell that gesture made matty excited as his hands tangled in soft brown hair. there was no question that tongues were involved, and only breaking apart once ross pushed matty away, cheeks flushed as he headed back to his seat.

the game continued and to your dismay, george ended up kissing and feeling up the very pretty girl who sat next to matty. adam had to kiss ross (surprise), but this one was just a quick peck on the lips. then it was your turn.

"let's see who gets the pleasure of kissing her. i can assure you won't be disappointed," george joked and you stuck up two fingers right in front of his face. "it won't be you, if that's what you're hoping." you smirked and grabbed the bottle.

it wasn't until you had it in your hand that you realized how high you were, immediately making you nervous of fucking up the kiss. such a childish concern, but you couldn't help it in you state. you put the bottle on the floor, giving it a hasty spin and silently praying it wouldn't point to george. it wouldn't be the worst as you'd know what to expect but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction, especially not in front of others.

it felt like the bottle took ages to slow down and once it stopped, your ears started ringing, drowning everyone's cheers as you realized matty had to kiss you.

you slowly sat back down on your heels, tugging at the hem of your skirt and feeling your cheeks turn bright red. it wasn't until you lifted your gaze that you noticed matty had stood up and was walking in your direction, stopping to kneel right in front of you.

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you as if asking for permission to continue. you mindlessly bit your bottom lip and he took this as a his cue, leaning forward, pressing his mouth to yours.

maybe it was the weed or the adrenaline or both, but you were certain time stopped at that moment, which allowed you to melt on his lips. he tasted like honey and it was intoxicating. to your surprise, you kissed back eagerly, grabbing at the collar of his white shirt, bringing him closer to you.

again, it was probably the drugs, but you thought you heard him quietly moan when your thumb lightly touched the side of his neck.

you didn't want it to end, but you had to pull away as you had no idea how much time had passed. opening your eyes, you found matty's soft gaze fixed on yours. you smiled at each other and laughed nervously, yet no awkwardness was felt between the both of you.

suddenly you realized you still had a tight grip on his collar. "oh, um, sorry." you let go, trying to tidy down his now wrinkled shirt. "no worries," he murmured quietly, planting a quick peck on your cheek followed by another on your lips.

matty got up to go back to his spot, but not before he told george that he was right, you were indeed an excellent kisser. the tall boy just glared at matty and decided that the game was over because it was getting boring. you couldn't help but burst out laughing, prompting george to storm out of the room. oops.

"what's gotten into him now?" the blissfully oblivious, high adam asked. "i reckon matthew might have just kissed the girl he fancies," ross mentioned while getting up to fetch another joint. adam looked at you. oooh.

you chuckled and stood up, glancing over your shoulder to find deep caramel eyes gazing longingly in your direction once more.

[just-jordie-things]

hello!! since you're accepting blurb requests, i was thinking about jjk men doing that one tiktok trend where the couple have to spins 15 times and then tries to kiss 😵

feel free to ignore this if anything. tysm!!

GOJO SATORU

... is a cheater. most times when you come up to him with a cute tiktok trend that you want to try, he finds a way to wiggle out of actually doing it and instead finds great amusement in watching you follow thru completely.

so when you spin around fifteen whole times in rapid succession and he's dawdling in slow circles because you're going too fast to really notice that he's hardly even spinning, he's grinning when your blurry vision lands on him.

he laughs boisterously as you topple forward into his awaiting arms, your lips barely hitting his chin as you try to complete the silly challenge.

"satoru did you even try!?" you accuse when you realize he's standing firmly on both feet and keeping you up.

"of course sweetheart, not my fault you're always falling into my arms"

and yes, yes it is his fault. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

... will tell you it's dumb. like he always does when you bring him your phone with a tiktok challenge. he'll remind you like always that you spend too much time on that app. and like always he lets you pull him to his feet to do it anyways. even when you nudge his shoulders to get him to start spinning it doesn't take much force to make him do it.

and surprisingly- but not to you of course- he does do it. he even does it properly, twirling around at a speed fast enough to make him dizzy after just a few turns, but you begin to giggle as your footing gets messier and you bump into each other a few times near the end of the spins. he can't help but laugh too.

even stumbling, his hands find your shoulders, holding you firmly, although you're both rocking in every direction as your center of gravity fluctuates. you're both giggling as you try to lean in to one another, bodies colliding unceremoniously, but you do manage to get one decent peck in. a dozen others scattered amongst each other's cheeks and noses. ___

INUMAKI TOGE

... is all too excited. way too excited.

he spins rapidly, dangerously slow. you try to warn him that he doesn't have to go so fast, as long as he does it fifteen times, but he doesn't listen. he's in a silly goofy mood, and clearly wants to make a competition out of it.

so when he's finished with his fifteen twirls and you've still got a few to go, he is stumbling. he looks wasted with the way he tries to catch his footing and it sends him throwing himself around the room, his movements getting faster the longer he trips himself up. when you finally do finish, his body finally gives out, and he's crumpling to the floor like a doll with little sandbags for legs.

you can't help but cackle. especially as you try to make your way over to him, but your own body betrays you and you can't move all that well either. toge takes mock offense to your laughter and kicks his foot out to catch against yours, sending you down next to him right away.

when his pouting lips brush yours, you don't think it counts for the challenge, seeing as you're on the floor and the difficulty lies in standing upright and smooching, but you enjoyed yourself nonetheless.

toge will try the challenge again later, anyways. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

... thinks it's so cute that you find little games like this to play. he's not keen on the whole spinning thing, but any excuse to kiss you is a good one, he supposes. besides, he's a special grade sorcerer, a few spins couldn't possibly hurt him.

fifteen spins later and yuuta's face is flushed and his feet are tripping over the carpet. he's a bit embarassed, actually, even though this is all in good fun.

but then you collide into him, hands on his chest to brace yourself from your fall before he's gripping you by the hips and holding you as tight as he can so you don't both go crashing to the floor. he's surprised neither one of you fell, seeing as you're wobbling around like toddlers with sea legs.

and you're so cute when you give him a dopey little smile with heavy lidded eyes, the spinning image of him before you making you dizzier. you ty your best to kiss him, grazing his lower lip in a sloppy kiss that he can't help but chuckle at. his own head is still spinning too, but closing his eyes and grounding himself by kissing you helps.

maybe he'll try a few more times just to make sure his center of gravity is restored <3

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a/n: this was so cute!! i hadn't seen this challenge, my tiktok fyp is... uh... mostly edits teehee. thx for the idea!

xoxo ~ jordie

[crappymixtape]

soft, sweet, sounds • part II

part II to this absolutely unhinged-fever-dream-blurb's worth of smut i wrote way too early in the morning – steve’s still your roommate and you’re still friends, right? or is there something more and you two just too chicken shit to put a label on it •��18+ | ( 1.5K – roommates -> something?, tiny fluff, medium smut, lots of idiocy, steve x you )

S O F T S W E E T S O U N D S •  P A R T T W O 🎶 swimming pools, dani stocksdale

It was sticky sweet like popsicles by the pool. Soft like cotton candy clouds pulled across the sky. Glittering like sun on the water and easy. Too easy. Like you’d done it countless times before. Like it was nothing. Like it was supposed to be like this and maybe it was your newly single mindset, or maybe it was Steve, but right now? It didn’t matter.

“Y’okay?” Steve asked, breaths falling quick between you. Sweat beading across his forehead, his hair stuck and messy as the fan above did absolutely nothing to cool down the room from the July heat outside.

“Yes–shit–yeah,” you hissed through gritted teeth, Steve’s fingers digging into the plush of your hip, his other hand bracing him above you on the bed.

It was a slow drag. A lazy push and pull that drove you both crazy. Hands needy and searching. Lips desperate, pressed skin to skin, sucking soft lilac bruises to leave behind tiny traces of you long after you’d parted.

“Oh god, o-okay, s’good,” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged at it, nails scratching at his scalp and making him see stars.

Less than a week ago you’d broken up with your boyfriend and your room mate Steve had come home to find you coping with a hand pressed between your thighs and instead of moving on – instead of maintaining the line between roommates – you’d broken the rules and now here you were.

Laid out on his bed with your panties on the floor and your shirt rucked up under your arms so he could push the palm of his hand up your stomach. Could see your embarrassing, nothing special, I-need-to-do-laundry bra. All white and dotted with baby blue spots, but Steve couldn't have cared less. You made his shitty, faded, ripped up Hawkins Athletic Dept. shirt look good.

“Wait–” the pinch between your brows deepened as he hit the soft, squishy spot at the back of you, your knees pressing into his ribs.

“M’sorry, want me to stop–”

“No, god–don’t stop,” your voice edged on desperation as you squirmed and slipped a hand between your thighs so you could rub little circles over your clit. “Okay, keep going.”

And when Steve picked up the pace again, dragged himself in and out, in and out, the combination of your fingers and him filling you up so good pulled a moan from you that was utterly obscene. The coil at the pit of your stomach squeezing tight as the movement of your fingers grew frantic.

“Y’close? You’re close, huh?” Steve let his head drop down, rested his forehead on yours and pressed a kiss to your temple, the tops of his thighs smacking into the backs of yours. “Let go, babe–you go first.”

“Faster,” you pleaded and his jaw ticked as he bit down on the groan you pulled from his chest. A low, warm, rumble that pushed you over the edge as you sucked in a gasp. Arched your back up off the bed for more, more, more as your hand fisted into the sheets to hold on for dear life. Pressed your body into Steve’s and pulled him with you, his hips stuttering as he came.

And as your limbs grew heavy Steve gently pushed himself away, a small gasp escaping you as he eased out, breaths slowing as each second passed. The warm air wrapping itself around you, lulling you into a haze. The kind that made you feel like you were floating. Like being between sleep and dreams, fuzzy and blurring around the edges.

You watched the fan spin lazy overhead, uselessly pushing warm air around Steve’s room and tried to stay present. Tried not to let your mind wander. Tried not to think about what ‘this’ was, what you were doing with your room mate and tried to just be.

Steve shifted against the covers next to you, his arm pressing into yours as he rolled onto his side. Looked at you with those big brown eyes, brows lifted ever so slightly in question.

“You wanna shower first or…?” his voice drifted off at the end of his sentence, hand running through his hair in an attempt to keep it out of his eyes.

“Oh, you can? I don’t have to work today,” you tried to sound casual, like you hadn’t just fucked your best friend, but even you didn’t believe you.

“Could be responsible and go together, conserve water.”

His half-assed joke made you snort, but even Steve couldn’t deny the tension that had been building between you two.

The first time, the time he’d walked in on you, had been unreal. He’d made you come once on his fingers, again with his mouth, and a third time over the kitchen counter after you’d tried to stop and make food. Had done things your boyfriend wouldn’t have dreamed of doing, things he’d refused to do, and made you question your standards for men because what? Were men actually like this?

Like Steve?

Because he hadn’t blinked an eye when you’d started to be more vocal the second time around. When you’d told him where to put his fingers, when you asked him to apply more pressure, when you said you wanted it harder and he obliged, but never failed to ask you if it was good. If you were okay. If that was how you liked it.

He put you first and god, it was so hot and you were down so bad.

“You still with me?”

You heard Steve’s voice, felt it pull you out of your head and when you turned to look at him across the pillow he was looking at you like he’d just said something bad. Like he regretted it and your brain scrambled to catch up.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I just–there’s a lot on my mind and–”

“No, no! You don’t have to explain yourself,” Steve reassured you, lifting a hand to push your curls out of your face. “It’s okay. I’ll just get outta your hair,” and he pushed up on an elbow to leave, but you cracked.

“Don’t!” fell out too quick, too fast. Had you sounded desperate? “Please. Stay?” you asked and he eased back down next to you, a little smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“What’s going on up there?” he wondered quietly, gently tapping a finger on your forehead.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to decide how honest you wanted to be with him. Debating whether or not you wanted to risk ruining this – whatever this was – and pushed a sigh from your lungs.

“Steve Harrington,” you started, his cheeks growing pink at the way you said his name, “You’re an anomaly.”

Brows knitting together, his mouth dropped open into a little ‘o’, not wanting to admit he didn’t know what that meant and it made you laugh. A small, warm thing that made his expression soften and he laughed too.

“Listen, Princess. Not everyone took AP english.”

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously! I’m a what now?”

“An anomaly. Unexpected. Out of the ordinary.”

“Oh, great,” he teased, dragging out the vowels and you shoved at him as he chuckled, “I’m a weirdo.”

“It’s not a bad thing!” you insisted, feeling like you were losing the point, but then he smiled at you. Brushed the rough pad of his thumb over your cheek and shook his head.

“I know.”

“Good.”

Silence settled between the two of you then, the only sound coming from the fan whirring above. A quiet reminder that there were still words left unsaid and leveled the challenge of who would break it and of course Steve caved first.

“I just want you know that I’m not like, expecting anything from you. Or–or trying to put any pressure on this,” he gestured a hand in the space between you on the bed and gave you a small half-hearted smile.

“Oh, I don’t either! I mean, you’re part of this too,” you insisted, feeling guilty for the slightly crestfallen look on his face, and covered your face with your hands.

“Don’t run away,” he murmured, enveloping both your hands with one of his and tugging at it softly. Wanting, no, needing to be able to see you. “Let’s just be…whatever this is for now, hm? And–and we can decide if we want to make it something else later.”

You tentatively met his gaze through your fingers, let yourself get lost for just a minute in his warm, brown eyes, and realized how safe he made you feel. Realized how thankful you were for him.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you into him and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your cheek. Your nose.

“Now about that shower–”

“Steve!”

“What? C’mon, race you?”

“You’re a menace.”

“I’m fun. I keep things interesting.”

And he did and for just a split second you were okay with just being where you were. No labels. No pressure.

Just Steve.

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist ♥️ reblogs and comments keep me going, friends! ily! ♥️

[melobin]

37, 38 with sohee plsplspls

³⁷⁾ “oh, fuck- do that thing with your tongue again.” | ³⁸⁾ “wait- what if someone sees?”

“did the lift just stop?” sohee hummed as he watched the floor count too moving, feeling the lift jump before stopping its movements. you sighed before leaning against the side of you, watching sohee as he pressed the button to call for help. an automated voice of a woman rang out through the speaker.

‘due to our service being out of hours, an alert has been sent to your local fire station. you will be out within the next half an hour, thank you’.

“30 minutes is insane” you shrugged and looked at him, your mind spinning with things you could do to pass the time.

“sohee?” he looked away from the buttons to watch you as you walked over to him, you placed your hands on his upper arms before dragging them down “you know we have thirty minutes alone in here” you let your fingers fall from his arms to his belt, you played with the buckle as he sucked in a breath.

“wait- what if someone sees?” you laughed before sinking to your knees, looking up at him as you unclasped his belt.

“sohee, no one’s in the office so no one’s looking at the cameras, it’s just you and me” you heard him sigh as he watched you push his jeans and briefs down enough to slip his cock out, he groaned lightly when you wrapped your hand around him.

you felt him harden in your hand, his breathing increasing in speed when you leaned forward to press your tongue against his tip. he hissed at the feeling, already beginning to throb in your grip. you slowly took him into your mouth, sinking half way down onto him before slowly dragging your lips back up his length. once they were off you opened your mouth, your tongue poking out as you circled his tip and let his precum seep into your taste buds.

“oh, fuck- do that thing with your tongue again.” you smiled before cricking the head of his cock again, basking in the way his hand dropped to your hair and he moaned out into the small room. it became incredibly obvious that sohee was going to cum a lot quicker than he had meant to, but the bright side was that you didn’t need the full thirty minutes to get him off.

[sunlitsunflowers]

A Little Bit Easier

Jake Seresin x reader

Word Count: 893

Warnings: descriptions of feeling overwhelmed

Summary: you get overwhelmed at the hard deck and Jake comforts you

The Hard Deck was busy, a sea of bodies all packed into the space. People jostling each other trying to move around, practically shouting to hear each other over the music and other patrons.

You were trying to focus on your friend group, on the game of pool Fanboy was spectacularly loosing, you really were. But you could hear it all. Each conversation, the loud obnoxious laughter, the clinking of glass. Hell you could even hear the buzzing of electricity coming from the overhead lights and the odd clicking of the ceiling fan that was spinning lazily. It was a lot.

It was too much.

You turn to Bob who was perched next to you watching the pool game unfold.

"Hey, I'm just going to head outside for a minute. I need a bit of air" you say trying to keep your voice light and an easy smile on your face. Bob looked at you concerned, you definitely didn't succeed on pretending you were all right but you were hoping Bob would let it go.

He was about to open his mouth when Coyote's voice jumps out of the crowd, "I need some actual competition here and seeing as Hangman isn't playing. Bob you're up!"

A pool cue is thrust into Bobs hands and you take that as the perfect opportunity to make an exit. What you didn't realise was a certain blonde pilot had been watching the entire interaction. To be completely honest Jake had been watching you the entire night. He couldn't help it, his eyes look for you in every room he walks into. But he'd seen the shift in you when the bar started to get more crowded, the voices a little louder. He saw the way you drew back from the group, the way you were gripping onto your drink like it was the only thing keeping you tied to the floor, the way you would flinch when a particularly loud laugh would cut through the crowd, the panic in your eyes as people pushed passed. He saw it all.

Jake waited a minute as he watched you weave your way out of the bar before placing his drink down and following your path. When he got outside what he saw broke his heart.

You leant against the wall of the Hard Dark; your hands clenched, body shaking, breaths coming out in rapid puffs. Your eyes screwed shut as you desperately willed for your breathing to slow, you didn't notice the concerned Jake who stood before you.

"Sweetheart" Jake said, his voice low and smooth as he tried not to scare you. Your eyes snap to his, wide and brimming with tears, the panic evident.

It hurt Jake to see you like this. Slowly he took a step towards you, "oh, sweetheart."

He itched to reach out and pull you into him but he didn't know whether that was what you needed. But your body seemed to have made the decision for the both of you because as Jake stepped towards you, your body jerked off the wall and stumbled into him. Jake was quick to steady you as he wrapped his strong arms around you.

"There we go, I've got you. You're okay," he spoke into your hair.

Jake continued to speak reassurances, while tracing slow circles on your back. You don't know how long you stood there, but wrapped in Jake's arms the noise from the bar slowly fades as the rest of the world disappears.

"Jake" you breathe out, your voice barely a whisper. Your face pressed against his chest and all you can hear is the steady beating of his heart which is helping to calm the racing of yours. The soft rise and fall of his chest helping you to even out your rapid breaths. You're about to say his name again, thinking he didn't hear you when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Yeah, darlin'," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your forehead.

"I just wanted to say thank you." You take a deep breath, allowing the smell of Jake's cologne and the sea air to fill your lungs.

"You make breathing a little bit easier" you whisper so quietly you doubt Jake could even hear them. You weren't sure if you wanted Jake to have heard you. To hear you breathing out a secret whilst wrapped in his arms.

You go to pull away, to head back into the busyness of the bar, but as you do Jake draws you tightly into his chest, trying to squeeze out any amount of space between the two of you. He presses his lips to your forehead, as his arms pull you impossibly close, like he's scared that if he lets go you'll disappear. You burrow into him further, even though there isn't any further for you to go, hoping that he understands that you aren't going anywhere.

"I love you" the words so quiet you barely hear them. Words that fill you with warmth. Words that make you want to dance around because Jake Seresin loves you. You don't, instead you turn and place a kiss over his heart.

"I love you too" then turning your gaze back towards the ocean you smile; happy to stay here forever. The steady beating of your hearts sharing the same rhythm.

[rezwrites]

Drunk Night

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Summary: Wanda takes care of you after you drink too much.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, pills(painkillers) vomiting, fluff, lots of kisses

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Your coworker invited you to the local bar for their birthday party. What was only supposed to be two hours, one drink max turned into four hours and you babbling incoherently the whole ride home.

Getting a call late past midnight about how her wife is drunk, all Wanda could do was sigh. She wasn’t really worried since she knew you had friends with you, but she was concerned about how she could hear you on the other end of the line, singing loudly in the background.

Wanda shook her head when she saw you stumble out of the car. Rushing over to you before you could face-plant onto the front lawn. Absolute awe crossed your face when you laid eyes on Wanda. Her viridescent eyes full of care as she fussed over you. You hadn’t even realized you were babbling until Wanda was chuckling, the only things she could make out was “beautiful goddess” and “partner must be lucky”

“Honey, I’m your wife,” she laughed at the shock on your face. Wanda thanked your friends for taking care of you, while you just kept mumbling “you’re my wife” all the way to the door step.

The bed springs creaked as you crashed on your side. “Spinning. Room spinning,” groaning as you hung your arms over your eyes, head pounding. Keeling over the edge of the bed you grabbed the trash can on the floor, heaving up everything you’ve had. Eyes watering as you tried to sit up.

“Come here, baby. You need to eat,” Guiding you lean on her shoulder as she fed you a banana piece by piece. Accompanying you to the bathroom she help you brush your teeth and get ready for bed, having you down half a glass of water before laying you back down. After dimming the lights she laid next you rubbing circles on your stomach, keeping an eye on you until you fell asleep.

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The morning sunlight in your eyes felt like it was splitting your head open. Quickly closing them you turned over, feeling Wanda’s side had gone cold. Frowning, you slowly sat up, gently crawling out of bed, before slowly opening your eyes again. You took your time brushing your teeth since you left the lights off. Head pounding every step down the stairs, no matter how gently you walked, the sizzling sound of bacon getting louder, reverberating around your skull. The delicious smell of breakfast made your stomach rumble, alerting Wanda to your presence.

“Your medicine is right there,” she nodded over her shoulder towards the two small pills on the table next to a glass of water. Sauntering over to her you wrapped your arms around her pressing your face into her hair, “-m sorry. I know my limit now.”

“All that matters is that you’re home safe,” moving the skillet on the back burner before turning around, softly kissing you. Smiling into the kiss you pulled her closer by her waist. She kissed you once more before pulling away, “Now go take your medicine.”

Taking your medicine you sat down, watching wanda finish up breakfast. Eyes falling to the plate when she placed it in front of you, your heart melted as you tried holding back your tears. Wanda had made heart-shaped pancakes with bacon. Hugging her waist, “How did I get so lucky with you?”

“Not luck,” She bent down to kiss your forehead, lifting your head up gazing deeply into your eyes, “Love.”

“Wow. Cheesy,” you teased as you pecked her lips, “I love you, Wanda.”

A huge smile lit up her face as she laughed, “I love you too, baby.”

[follows-the-bees]

Ed and Stede finish cleaning and putting away the dishes with Pokey LaFarge playing in the background. The entire time Ed's been moving his hips to the beat, acting out the instruments with the towel as Stede steals glances — and kisses.

As the last dish is placed in its home, Ed holds out his hand and pulls Stede into his arms. Into his home, absolutely tragic he was away from that space for so long. As they move across the floor, feet tapping, and hair twirling, the dancing gets progressively ridiculous as they try to outdo each other's moves (and really how can you beat the tap routine Stede pulls off with the living room lamp?)

The dark clouds that threatened rain finally delivers on its promise and Stede squeaks from his squatted position from attempting an elaborate realistic chicken dance and Ed's holding a candle solemnly in front of his chest as "Sister Andre" plays.

Stede bolts up yelling "the laundry" as he sprints out the door to grab the already soaking clothes from the line. Ed follows already knowing it's hopeless. As Stede stands there looking in defeat at the wet fabrics, the golden curls are already weighted down and matted to his forehead, and his shirted shoulders soaked through. Ed stands behind him and puts one hand on Stede's waist, tucking his face into the space between his neck and shoulder. "Guess they needed another spin cycle," he jests. That at least gets a chuckle out of Stede, but the frown on his face betrays his other feeling. That won't do.

Ed circles Stede, staying close to his boyfriend, he knows his breath is ghosting on Stede's skin, the combined cold of the rain and warmth of puffed air causing Stede to follow and lean toward him, seeking Ed out like a flower in the sun. When he reaches Stede's front, he lifts his hand in offering again.

Stede stares at it a few beats before meeting Ed in the middle, slowly tracing his fingers from his forearm, to circling his wrist till he finally clasps his hand, firm but gently. Ed pulls him close, aligning their fronts against the wind picking up as the storm rolls further in. Stede reaches out to tuck some wet hair back from rolling drops into his eyes.

Thunder rumbles in the distance —no flash of lightning yet though, but best to get to safety.

Stede rounds his attention back to the clothesline, but his body is still turned toward Ed. He can feel a shiver as the cold starts to settle, Stede's cheeks turning pink, a warmth in the cool autumn evening. Ed watching the drips of rain fall from Stede's hair. How the dimple of discontent appears on Stede's face. Ed gets an overwhelming urge to chase the raindrops rolling down with his tongue but before he can do anything but move one hand there, Stede immediately whips around and automatically catches Ed's hands, holding them in his and trying to transfer heat to them.

"Your hands are cold," Stede whispers, doubling down on trying to warm up Ed even as the wind and rain pick up. A louder roll of thunder sounds.

The first few times Stede reacted this way, Ed didn't understand; there didn't seem to be a connection between them: one time it was just after grabbing logs for the fire, the melting snow speckling his skin. Stede toweled them off and gave him a cup of tea to hold. The second time after a cold came in over night, the open windows offered little protectio, and Stede woke to Ed's hands outside the covers.

But he soon realized from the equally far away and frantic look in Stede's eyes that it was a response to the boat crash months ago. When Ed's body was pulled from the sea, and they had to warm him up from the hypothermia. Stede never wanted Ed's hands to be that cold every again (and he never did.)

He smiled and pulled one of his hands away enough to place it over Stede's heart. "Hey," he states as softly as can be heard over the rain. Stede's eyes soften when they connect with his.

"Why don't we take them down and start a fire? Dry off a bit?"

"Yeah, okay."

Stede went to turn back to the clothes, all his autumn vibes really living up to their name, but Ed grabs his waist and spins them instead. He keeps spinning them till that reach the line, and when both of them are giggling. Stede grabs his face for a quick kiss before they hurriedly gather the clothes to move over before the wind takes them.

Ed opens the door and the cheery sounds of music still playing drifts out. "This could be the day, you never know when you'll fall in love."

As far as Ed's concerned, every day is the day.

(I've been having bad writer's block so I challenged myself to write and publish this during my half-hour lunch break. )

[alcinaslittlemaid]

🎈𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕?🎈

Pennywise 17x Papawise 90! XFem!?Reader

HUGE TW⚠️

I’m depressed again so y’all know what that means?

Comfort and kisses!+Fluff! from the 7ft clown 🥲🎀🎈

Tw: Self harm mention, thoughts of Sewerslide, shitty mental health, medication mention, mental breakdowns, attempts of overdose! Emetephobia!!

The fluff begins in the second ———

Grab a cuppa tea or coffee and Enjoy! 🍷

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You curled up against the large plushies propped up against the wall of your bed, your whole body shaking, your eyes stung from constant tears that streamed down your soft cheeks. Your medication had not worked, causing you to stay up later than usual after pennywise tucked you into bed, before going on a hunt.

You cautiously got up, your mind blank, almost as if you were in a thoughtless trance, you began to make your way to the bathroom. Dried tear tracks coating your face, your pressed a sharp, metal blade into your arm deep, fresh tears dripped down your face, blood gushing out of your arm as you picked up a bottle of pills from the cabinet and began taking them all at once. Stood there staring into the mirror, the room began to spin violently, your throat filling with vomit and your motions becoming mindless and slurred, you became dizzy and suddenly everything went black as you numbly felt your body smack into the floor. ————————

You felt your body be lifted from the cold, hard bathroom floor, spit trailing from your lips causing a long line of drool behind your body.

“Is she alright?” A gruff voice echoed out in your unconscious state “she will be…” a raspy voice answered back as the sound of water sloshing filled your ears in an echoey way “what in the georgies dismembered arm happens to her arms?” The gruff voice sounded concerned “Long story, I’ll tell you don’t worry” the raspy voice replied. Suddenly, your lips were pressed against another pair, air filling your lungs “Come on Y/n” one of the voices puffed “

You sat bolt right up coughing and spluttering “fuck-“, you choked, vomit filling your throat as you puked into the murky water “Aughhhhh- Ayghhhh” you panted “Cough it up doll, it might be a gold watch” papa chuckled, happy that your alive “Now come here” you were suddenly dragged into a bear hug by pennywise, his soft, silk suit rubbing against you “Oh little lamb~ you scared me half to death, I thought you were a goner” You swear you could hear his voice breaking, his heart was racing in his chest

“Come here darlin” papa said pulling you into his arms, holding a fresh cup of water “here clear out your immune system a little” you nodded and almost downed the water immediately “Woah, Woah Woah doll face, slow down you’ll give yourself hiccups” he chuckled again before laying you down in penny’s nest pulling the blankets over you, penny dragging an anti bacterial wipe over your gushing arms “ARGH SHITT!” You snarled in agonising pain, papa smacked your head with a newspaper he was reading “language babydoll” he growled as he kneeled down by your arm, wrapping it in bandages and pinning them up “Shhhh it’s okay pet, shhh”

Finally, either clowns crawled in on either side of you snuggling into you with they’re arms snaking around as you all fall asleep, protected, snug and safe.

Penny’s hand snakes into your hair, drawing little circles on your scalp “Mine precious dolly” he purred drooling slightly on your chest❤️

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I’m sorry for this sob story but again my mental health has declined rapidly so it’s a bit personal 😅

I’ll try not to post as much upsetting stuff

Love you all ❤️❤️

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 30

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

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Lloyd sits back and takes the bottle off the glass table. He places it on the floor as he sidles down the couch, laying on his stomach as he pulls your thighs apart. He hovers his head above your pelvis and you gasp. He nuzzles your skirt, pushing it up with his nose as his breath plumes between your legs.

You spread your fingers across his forehead and try to hold him back as he growls. His irises flare as he peers up at you, licking his lips. He hooks his hands around your thighs as he tugs you closer.

“New game,” he snarls, “you cum, you drink.”

“Ll–” you gulp into a squeal as he forces his head between your thighs, fingertips curling into your tender flesh as you squirm.

His cool tongue mingles nicely with your hot cunt, swiping between your folds as he suckles at your clit. You groan as your fingers slip up to twine in his hair. Your foot falls off the side of the couch, leaving you open to him as he consumes you eagerly.

“Lloyd,” you gasp.

He purrs and parts from your cunt, dragging his wet lips down and nipping your thigh in warning. You wince as your head lolls.

“Daddy,” you eke out, “I– I’m diz–”

Your protests lodge in your throat as he delves into you again. You moan and slap the back of the couch as your feet arch. He hums as he drinks you in, his tongue stirring your nerves to tantamount. You hate him but god he can fuck.

You huff and sink your nails into the leather, trying to hold back the tide as it rises, higher and higher, threatening to crest with each twirl of his tongue. You push your chest out and cover your face with your arm as an orgasm rips through you, irresistible in your drunken haze. He wiggles his head as he sloppily laps up your cum, teasing you to the point of intolerance.

He lifts his head with a deep breath and licks his lips emphatically. He tuts as he looks down at your quivering cunt and slides his hand down your pelvis. He slaps your pussy and you twitch, yelping in surprise.

He draws his fingers along your sensitive clit and over the cushion, reaching down to the floor and bringing up the bottle as he raises himself above you. He angles the neck over your head, grabbing your chin as he tips it. You close your eyes as he forces your mouth open and fills it with fiery tequila.

You choke and lift yourself, choking down the alcohol painfully. The heat sears through your chest and radiates in your tummy. He stretches his hand across your chest and shoves you back down. He keeps you pinned, clunking the bottle on the floor as he resumes his place between your legs.

Again, he buries his face in you, lapping you up thirstily, this time trailing two fingers up along your ass to your entrance. He circles around teasingly before dipping inside, pulling his knuckles apart as he tests your limits. He sinks in until his hand is flush to you, rocking in time with his tongue.

You drone and grasp your head desperately, trying to stop the room from spinning as you’re trapped in the whirlwind of his insatiable need. You fling your hand down to push against him but only urge him deeper. His breath clouds around his mouth as he trusts his fingers furiously. 

You feel the steady build of pressure and the speckling fire down your thighs. You clutch his head between both hands as your hips spasm and you cum again, slickening his fingers as your walls clench him. You groan and prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him dopily.

“Ll–Daddy,” you mutter.

He hushes you as he sits up, keeping his fingers in you as he grabs the bottle with his other hand. He again reaches over you and tilts it against your chin. You try to shake your hand and he jerks his hand.

“Drink,” he orders.

You open your mouth and let him pour the liquor down your throat. You gulp and cough and he finally relents. You close your eyes as you try to steady yourself. Your insides are on fire. You snarl as a sudden surge of anger sparks from the futility.

You sit up, swaying and swing at him. He pulls his hand out of you and bats away your hand.

“Hey–”

“You creep,” you slur, “you fucker!”

“What–”

“I’m gonna bop you,” you cock your fist again and throw it forward, nearly falling off the couch with the effort. He barely keeps from dropping the bottle as he catches you, “you–” You slump against him and curl your lip. You open your jaw wide and sink your teeth into his shoulder.

“Argh! What the fuck!” He stands and shoves you back. You land hard against the cushions as you cackle.

You roll over and place your feet on the floor clumsily. You stand with some effort and he grabs your elbow.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself–”

“I’m gonna hurt you!” You babble, “and what the fuck d’you care, huh? Get your gun, bitch.”

He laughs as you wobble, “you’re kinda cute like this.”

“I’m not fucking cute,” you stumble towards him and grab the front of his stupid shirt, “I’m gonna fuck you up.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” he puts his hands on yours, “I’m sure, but I think you should just lay back and let daddy–”

“Daddy,” you squeal in a high pitch, “daddy? What the fuck is with that? Fucking weird if you ask me. I don’t wanna call you daddy. My daddy was a deadbeat, but still a fuck of a lot— better.”

“Sweetheart.”

“You think I haven’t fought a bitch before. I dragged a slut down Brennan Avenue.”

“Alright, honey,” he chuckles again.

“You think this is fucking funny?” You snarl at him, blinking long and hard. Everything is moving too fast and it’s making you even angrier. “It’s not.”

You bring your knee up and hit him in the crotch, shaking his hand off of yours as you let him go. He recoils and cups his dick as you search the room. You bend and take the bottle from the table where he left it. You pour the last of the tequila out as you grab it by the neck. The splash at your feet is unnoticed as you advance on him.

“You’re such a dick. You know that? You think you’re hot shit. You think– You’re—” you can barely sort out your thoughts, “I am going to murder you. They’re gonna find me here. Beating your skull in, motherfucker.”

“Jesus,” he keeps one hand on his pants as he reaches his other out to shield himself.

You swing and he bends his arm to deflect the square bottle with his forearm. He grunts and tries to snatch it but you reel back again.

“You think that mustache was good? It was bad!” You holler, “it was stupid. And you know what? I don’t want say it but I’m gonna say it,” you pause as you adjust your grip on the bottle, holding it like a baseball bat, ready to hit a pitch, “you kinda look…” you swallow a belch, “okay… without it. Like your face isn’t that ugly.”

You bring forward the bottle, the force of it spinning you around as it flies from your hands and shatters against something unseen. You’re taken off your feet and fall backwards, closing your eyes, ready to crash into the floor. You don’t as Lloyd catches you in his arms.

You see him above you, looking down and you reach to claw him. He pulls his face up to keep you from getting him. He grunts and scoops you up, bridal style.

“Don’t fucking try that again.”

“Fucking will,” you frame his neck with your hands and squeeze, “I told you– I’m gonna murder you–”

“Shi–” he wheezes as you push against the front of his throat.

He drops you and you cry out, barely getting your feet under you. He quickly hauls you over his shoulder instead, standing as you beat at his back with your fists.

“You’re fucking insane, you know that?”

“Yeah, and so you are, fuck face, so the fuck are you–”

“Shut up!” He snaps.

“You.”

He sighs as he carries you across the room as you continue pounding on him, kicking your legs too. He lays a spank across your ass and you do the same back. He flinches but carries on, passing through a doorway.

“Well, this isn’t what I had in mind,” he grumbles.