#drawing his hair flipped back off his face is so weird

[aldoodles]

A little gregor sketch from a bit ago

[punkitt-is-here]

Had to write a three-page screenplay script for a "Discovery" for class. Didn't have any further instructions. It's super off-the-cuff, but I wanted to share it. Happy pride <3

INT. COLLEGE DORM - NIGHT.

A college student sits at his desk, sketching. It's a one room apartment, and his roommate is sound asleep. He's sketching in the light of a single lamp, being quiet. The student, GABE (male, 19) is drawing a cartoon version of himself. He's studying outfits from a fashion catalogue, drawing himself in different ones. He bites the tip of his pencil, not feeling the piece he's working on. He rolls his chair back, reeling away from the desk. Gabe puts his hands in his hair, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. He lets out a long exhale. It's late.

After a moment, he rolls back to the desk. Tapping the pencil to his head, he flips through the pages. It's an unremarkable task, stopping on a random page. Oh, the women's fashion section. It has simple, practical outfits for girls, including a jean skirt. Gabe peers at it. Fuck it, it's late. He erases the pants of one of his drawings and pencils in a skirt instead.

He pauses.

He stares at it.

Something here is weird.

He goes to erase it, but once he does, he just draws it in again. This time with more care. More detail. He stares at it again.

Tears well up in his eyes.

GABE

(whispering)

…what the fuck?

Gabe, confused, touches his hand to his eye. He looks at the tear on his finger. Huh? He stares at the drawing again. He looks back at his roommate, sound asleep. He's having some sort of moment, but he has to be quiet. He frantically looks back at his sketchbook.

GABE

(whispering)

Uh…

A beat.

Gabe starts drawing himself again. In the women's fashion this time. It's like a whole different world. He's drawing like crazy. It's all flowing out of him. He draws another.

And another. Slowly, details start to adjust in his art.

Longer hair. Longer eyelashes. Daintier poses. More smiles.

He's got tears running down his face, but he's not wearing any emotion. He's not sure what to think.

CUT TO

An indeterminate amount of time later. Gabe stares at his notebook. It's full. It's lots of drawings of him.

As…well, he guesses as a girl. But he's not one. He flips through the book again, then turns towards the dark window his desk resides next to. He looks at himself. Patchy facial hair and a shaggy haircut.

CUT TO

INT. DORM HALLWAY - NIGHT

Gabe rushes down the hallway, looking frantic. He's carrying a bag.

INT. DORM BATHROOM - NIGHT

It's quiet inside the bathroom. No one else occupies the space. It's just him and his reflection. His reflection? Maybe their reflection. Her reflection? No, that's not right. Is it right? Gabe stares at himself intently. The whirring of a trimmer cuts through the silence. He brings it up to his facial hair, shearing away a week's worth of fuzz.

He looks at himself like it's not him in the mirror. He holds a hand up to his face, feeling it.

It's not enough. Not yet. He has to know.

He gets out his phone and starts typing.

HOW TO SHAVE FACIAL HAIR OFHG

He frantically types, misspelling. He backspaces like his life depends on it.

HOW TO SHAVE FACIAL HAIR OFF ALL

THE WAY

He quickly scans an article and then gets to work, pulling some miscellaneous bathroom supplies out of his bag. Shaving cream. A razor. Gifts for cleaning up at college. He wets his face. Applies the shaving cream. Does careful strokes down his cheeks and neck. Slowly, someone reveals themselves.

They lean down, splashing themselves with water. They look up, and it's a different person. She's completely shaved her facial hair off. Gabe hasn't seen herself like this since she was in freshman year of high school, before facial hair was even an option. She reaches up and touches her face, smooth to the touch. She stares, enamored. A moment. She grabs a towel and dries her face off, and then looks again. She's so…different. But that's her! That's Gabe! Is it Gabe? She doesn't know anymore. A close up to her eyes. Her nose. Her lips. Her neck. It's all so new. She starts laughing. She laughs, and tears well up in her eyes a little. She laughs some more. In moments, she's full on crying tears of joy. She doesn't know why. But she is! That's her!

CUT TO

INT. SECONDHAND - DAY

Gabe is at a clothing rack, searching for something. She looks around, a little embarrassed. She browses for a moment before finding what she wants. She passes by some more racks carefully, trying not to be too obvious. She slips into the changing room, then locks the door.

GABE

…okay.

Gabe unbuckles her belt. In a moment, she's wearing black leggings. She hikes them up, then unclips a gaudy skirt from the clothes-hanger. She stares at it, a little scared of it and what it represents. She bites her lip. She stretches it out and then steps in. She looks up at the mirror.

Oh shit, that's her! That's her!

Gabe is wearing a long, patterned skirt and a tee-shirt. The colors don't match at all, and the patterns don't either.

She looks a bit like a yard sale of a person. But it's her!

She spins around, watching the fabric flow out from her hips in a whirlwind of stripes and insignia. She laughs again.

This is her! This is her!

This is her!

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (30)- Rough Sex

Dark Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: During work, you notice something weird about the people and the town you live in. You confess this worry to Wanda who ensures you find a way to forget about the doubts surrounding Westview

Warnings/Tags: Dark Wanda, Dubious consent, Rough sex, Fingering, Oral, Strap on sex, Multiple orgasms, Squirting, Westview/Wandavision inspired

Kinktober Masterlist

“How was your day Detka?” Wanda asked, one of her hands drawing random patterns on your thigh as you both watched the sitcom playing on the tv. Your mind went back to the events that had happened throughout today, blurs and flashes of various events eventually coming to mind as you struggled to remember anything.

“It was alright love,” you murmur back, placing your hand above hers, brushing your thumb over the back of her hand. “Although something weird did happen,” your brows furrow at the sudden flash in your mind, the conversation you and Norm had during the day. Wanda’s interest was piqued at your confused tone, curiosity evident in her features as she looked at you. “Norm was acting odd, he looked scared for a moment.”

“What do you mean he seemed scared?” her hand moved to cup your jaw, guiding your face to hers.

“He….” you try to remember fully what happened, “He just kept saying it hurts, it hurts so much, please make her stop.” Too lost in your memory you fail to notice the slight paling of Wanda’s face, concern taking over her features. “Then he just stopped, went back to normal asking me about the emails,” your gaze met Wanda’s, a soft look in them until your next words. “Who was he on about?”

Green eyes darkened at your question, her quickly switching it to a gentle look as you furrowed your brows at her sudden change in mood.

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about Detka,” she rasps out, guiding your face closer for a kiss to which you pull away from quickly.

“He seemed terrified Wanda, we can’t just ignore that,” your tone one Wanda didn’t appreciate.

“I said it’s nothing to worry about Detka,” her voice was colder than before. “Don’t stress over it,” she whispers before claiming your lips once again, threading her fingers through your hair to keep you close so you can’t pull away, legs moving to straddle your waist on the sofa. Wanda let out a soft moan against your lips, smirking when she could hear your thoughts about Norm and his fear fading away, lust and desire for her clouding your mind, especially when she started to roll her hips against you. “Just focus on me Detka, I’ll take care of you,” she husks out, you groaning into her kiss as she deepens it, sliding her tongue into your mouth to dominate it, her hands tugging your head back to make it easier for her to crash her lips to yours.

“Wanda,” you sigh out, fluttering your eyes open to see red in hers when your thoughts drift back to earlier.

“Focus on me Detka,” she repeats, you unaware of the red tendrils escaping her fingers at the side of your head. You listen to her, moving back to crash your lips to hers, hands drifting down her body, sliding under her shirt and up to cup her breasts. She smirks into the kiss, tugging your head back to make you part from her swollen lips. “Bedroom,” she sighs out, you immediately lifting her off the sofa and towards your shared room, lips attaching to her neck while soft moans and whimpers escape her.

When you reach the room, you place her down on the bed, lips moving to crash against hers again as her legs wrap around your middle, flipping you both around. She straddles you with hunger and desire swirling around in her eyes, briefly flashing red before she moves to rip your shirt off your body. You groan as she removes her own shirt, breasts practically spilling out of her bra while she leans over you, biting down on your neck.

“Fuck Wanda,” you moan out, hands going to touch her but immediately being forced above your head but red tendrils of magic.

“You’re mine Detka,” she mutters against your skin, mouth trailing lower on your body, skipping past your breasts and going straight down to your core, too impatient to drive you mad with her touch tonight, she just needed you. “All mine,” she whispers, biting down on your hip bone before pulling your jeans and panties down your legs, whimpers escaping you as you let her do as she wishes. Her mouth peppers kisses along your inner thighs, her eyes peering up to yours squeezed shut, mouth parted into an ‘o’ shape as breathy sounds escape you. “I’m all you need, aren’t I Detka?” she murmurs, her finger moving to swipe through your folds, running through the abundance of arousal that's gathered there.

“Yes,” you moan out, her sliding a long slender digit into you while her mouth moves to suck on your clit, tongue occasionally swirling around it to have your hips bucking against her face. “I just need you,” she smirks against your core at your words, her adding another finger, then another as she starts to pump them into you at a brutal pace. Your back arches off the bed at the merciless pace of her fingering you, her mouth unrelenting on your clit as you try to grind against her face. “Wanda, right there,” your hands grip whatever part of the sheets you can reach with her magic wrapped around you, her curling her fingers inside you against your weak spots, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips.

“Tell me you only need me,” she rasps out, you whimper as she somehow manages to fuck you even harder.

“I only need you, Wanda,” the phrase falls from your lips like a prayer, chanting it to her to make sure she knows that you would only ever need her. “I’m coming,” you practically scream as she sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through your body, mind going blank just how she wants it. You don’t have time to recover as she continues to thrust her fingers into her, her other hand holding your hips down and stopping them from bucking. “Oh fuck,” you groan out when a second orgasm tears through you, her moving away to climb back up your body. Her lips meet yours, a whimper leaving you at the taste of yourself before a loud moan reverberates around the room at the feeling of a strap on pushing against your entrance.

“Are you going to take this like a good girl?” she muttered against your lips, red magic fading around the conjured-up toy. You nod against her head, foreheads touching but that’s not enough for her, “Words Detka.”

“Yes, I’ll take it like the good slut I am for you,” you whine, her then finally pushing into you. Wanda lets you adjust to the size before snapping her hips into you, her fingers interlocking with your restrained ones. Moans pour out of your mouth as she pounds you into the mattress, the bed shaking with each powerful thrust. She pants against your lips, an occasional grunt leaving her lips as she pumps the toy in and out at you with long, hard and deep strokes. Your back arches as she hits your g-spot repeatedly, a sinful noise erupting from the back of your throat making her stop kissing you as you can’t keep up. Her eyes flicker down to the sight of the red toy being swallowed up by your greedy cunt, your arousal glistening off it when she pulls out before slamming back in.

Tears form in your eyes at the pleasure, your body trembling beneath her as she thrusts into you, her mouth kissing along your neck when you throw your head back.

“Oh Detka,” she coos, almost condescendingly as one hand moves to wipe the tears that have just spilt down your cheeks, smearing your makeup, “You’re being so good for me, so good.” You whimper at the small praise, moving your head up to kiss her lips as another orgasm starts to crash through you. You still under her as your body is overwhelmed with pleasure, liquid gushing out of you as you squirt all over the toy, ragged breaths leaving you as you go limp under the witch.

You open your eyes a few moments later, still in a daze of pure bliss after that orgasm, mind foggy with only the thought of Wanda. Her hands soothingly roam your body, magic releasing her hold on you as she pulls you into her lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m all you need,” she murmurs once again, “You don’t need to worry about the others, you don’t need them. Just me, only me.” 

[myosotisa]

Eddie Munson reacting to an unconventional introduction to your shy cat 😺

‖ pre-face: you have been dating for a couple of weeks and he has yet to meet your cat. he knows you have one but has accepted that they will hide whenever he comes over, and doesn't want to push it and force them out of hiding. tonight is the first time he is sleeping over at your place.

‖ Steve's Version

Eddie has made himself more than comfortable in your room -- dressed in a loose t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers, his hair tied back messily, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth as he peeks back into your room because even 3 minutes in the bathroom is too long without you. When you look up from pulling on a pair of socks, he gives you an exaggerated smile with a mouth full of toothpaste just to make you laugh before ducking back into the bathroom.

Once he's all ready for bed, he flops onto it with a dreamy sigh, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his elbow so he can look at you. That's when you get your idea. Purposely making your voice soft and small, you look at him with pleading eyes. "Hey Eddie?"

He reaches for you, wrapping a long fingered hand around your wrist so he can rub his thumb along your skin to comfort you. "What is it, sweet girl?" And he looks so concerned that you almost feel bad for what you're about to do.

Almost.

"I heard a weird noise under the bed..." You put on your best pout, blinking slow at him as you keep up your act. "Can you check it for me?"

His concerned expression melts into one of sickly sweet adoration. "Scared there's a monster under your bed, sweetheart?" And when you give a small nod, struggling to withhold your smile, he flashes you a bright grin. "Worry not! Your knight in shining armor is here to scare away any and all monsters or demons that might reside in those shadows."

"My hero," you gasp, folding your hands over your chest in a match of his drama.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" He raises a single eyebrow at you before flipping over and twisting his upper half off of the edge of the bed to hang down over it. You have to withhold every urge to smack at his presented ass as you await the coming interaction.

"I don't see anything..." He draws out the word, torso twisting as he makes a show of searching the entire space. Just when you think maybe your cat moved to a different hiding place and all this was for naught, Eddie jumps with a shout -- somehow throwing himself off of the bed and onto the floor on his back with an 'oof!'

Your cackle is immediate, not even checking to see if he's alright as you watch your cat scurry out of the room with Eddie's wild eyes tracking them in fear. Once he realizes what happened, he's scrambling up off the floor and throwing himself on top of you on your bed.

"You fiend! Scheming and conniving," he cries out as you continue laughing, trying to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail until you're completely pinned beneath him on your bed. "How could you do that not only to me, but to your poor, sweet kitty that is already scared enough by me as it is?"

You shift enough to just barely free your arm so you can use the tip of your finger to tap the end of his nose. "Because it was funny."

He huffs a breath of hot air on your face before his own lips part in a toothy grin. "You foul, wretched, beautiful thing. Whatever will I do with you?"

[m0chaminx]

Kung Lao | Shirt Thief

*•.¸♡Request: no, but inspired by @heavenlyvision fic Matters (go read all her work if you haven't already it's so good)

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: Smut MDNI, Raiden being a ladies man, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), a little bit a plot, no use of y/n, Kung Lao is taller than reader, the knee thing, praise, big dick Kung Lao, begging if you squint, marking, pet names (angel, baby), oral Fem!receiving, hair pulling, Kung Lao being desperate for praise, kinda rough smut, Raiden walking in (At the end), fluffy ending, this is my first smut in a while (go easy on me), I wrote this while high

*•.¸♡Paring: Kung Lao x F!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: You had never looked so good, why did you have to wear his clothes? Why did you have to be so annoying?

or

Your mission to annoy Kung Lao takes a different turn after you steal his clothes and his bed

*•.¸♡Words: 3.6k

You hadn’t exactly planned to spend your night like this. You sat on the couch in the living room, flipping mindlessly through the pages of a book. After a lovely dinner at Madame Bo’s, but honestly, they were all lovely, just before you could order dessert for the two boys a girl had swept Raiden off his feet, suggesting she’d pay for his dessert if she could spend the rest of the night with him, and, as Kung Lao put it left you both for dead. The walk back to your small home was gruelling, Kung Lao complaining the whole time about he was the one that was meant to be swept off his feet. 

You closed the book and tossed it on the small table, huffing as you threw your head back to stare at the ceiling. Once you got home Kung Lao had locked himself in his room, still sulking. You turned your head to stare at his door, spend the night bored on the couch or annoy Kung Lao for your own entertainment. The answer was clear, and you kicked yourself off the couch, walking to his door.

You knocked twice before opening it. Kung Lao sat on the bed, weaving the loose bit of straw back into his hat. “Are you done being a baby?” Your voice was teasing as you leant against the wall.

His hands stopped and he scoffed. “I’m not being a baby,” Kung Lao huffed, staring up at you.

“Sure you aren't,” You rolled your eyes and closed the door behind you as you walked to his set of draws.

“And what are you doing?”

You trifled through the draws for a few moments before pulling one of Kung Lao’s long grey shirts. You turned back to him and shrugged. “My bed’s crap and you know it.”

“So? Go sleep in Raiden’s.”

You laughed silently and turned away, pulling off the shirt you had worn to work earlier that day. Kung Lao’s eyes widened as you so shamelessly stripped in front of him, the bare skin of your back so clearly on display. You shook your head and laughed at Kung Lao’s suggestion, “So Raiden can come back with his lady friend and I give him a heart attack? No thank you.”

You pulled Kung Lao’s shirt over your head and turned back to face him, who still stared so shamelessly. “Move over.”

“You just stole my shirt!” Kung Lao complained, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow.

Kung Lao sighed. He hung his hat on the bed frame and shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, making room for you. You pulled the blanket back and slipped in beside him. You rested your head against his shoulder, your hands moving with the end of the blanket. You nudged Kung Lao’s side, waiting for him to wrap his arm around you, as he had done before when you would disturb his daytime naps.

You nudged him again, this time digging your elbow into his side. “Hey! What was that for?”

“What’s up with you?” Kung Lao hummed in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re never this upset, it’s not even upset, you're just acting weird.”

Kung Lao scoffed, trying to hide it with a chuckle. “I’m not being weird.”

“Yes you are.” You prodded his side again, getting an annoyed sound out of Kung Lao. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” Another poke.

“Hey-” Another poke.

“I mean it.” Another poke.

“Seriously, cut it out.”

You moved to poke him again, but he seized your wrists, his hands fitting around them perfectly as he pushed you back against the bed. He climbed on top of you, his thighs pinning your legs against the bed. “I said cut it out,” His voice dropped slightly and your heart hammered against your chest.

You tried to pull your hands from his grip, but his hands only tightened. “Get off me,” You huffed, your head dropping back against the pillows.

“Nope, this suits me quite nicely.” Kung Lao shook his head, a teasing smile taking over his face. You tried to wiggle out of his hold, your hips trying to shuffle back and your legs rubbed against him. One of Kung Lao’s hands shot down to grip your side, pushing you back against the bed and holding you still. “Don’t move like that.” His voice was breathy as his head dropped. You couldn't see his eyes, but by the way his eyebrows pinched you could tell they were screwed shut.

“What’s up with you?”

“Me?” Kung Lao laughed softly. “You just stripped in front of me, climbed into my bed and then grinded against me.” Your eyes winded and a soft breath passed your lips. “Not to mention you're wearing my shirt and it looks too goddamn good on you.”

Your cheeks burned in realisation. “Oh.”

You tried to slide back but his grip on your side tightened and you were thankful he wasn't looking anymore otherwise he would have seen your teeth sink into your lip to keep quiet. His hand loosened and he took a soft breath. “Just don’t move.”

“Why?”

Kung Lao dipped his head closer to yours, eyes dancing across your face but kept moving back to your lips. “Cause if you move I’m gonna kiss you and I’m not gonna stop.”

“Kiss me then.”

Kung Lao shook his head, his eyes moving from your face and this time you stared at him. The dip of his nose, his soft lips and his tongue that shot out to swipe across his pink lips. His eyes moved back to yours and your gaze fixed on his dark coffee eyes. “I’m not messing around,” He said, his voice dropping again.

You shook your head and your eyes drifted back to his lips. “Neither am I.” His grip loosened enough and you slipped one of your hands from his and traced the line of his cheekbone. You pulled him closer, and you raised your head off the bed, your nose crushing ever so slightly against his. “Kiss me Kung Lao.”

His eyes scanned over your face once more before dipped his head down to yours, connecting your lips and kissing you feverishly. His hand glided up your side, raising goosebumps across your skin as his fingers found your jaw, tipping your head up, his lips pressing harder against yours. Your teeth nipped his bottom lip, pulling a soft gasp from him. You slipped your tongue through his lips and he tried to pull you impossibly closer.

He shifted his hips, his thigh moving between yours to press his knee against you. A whine tore itself from your throat and your head fell back against the bed. You moved your hips against his knee and Kung Lao made a sound of approval as his lips trailed down your jaw and across your throat. His name fell from your lips in a soft moan and his knee worked harder against you.

“You sound so fucking pretty,” his words vibrated against your throat.

You hand tugged at the collar of his shirt and he lifted his head. “Take your clothes off, please.” Kung Lao complied, sitting back on his knees and pulling his shirt off. You pushed yourself up, your nails running across his abs as your lips attached to his throat, biting and sucking dark marks into his soft skin.

He pulled back for a moment to slip out of his pants and while you pulled your shirt over your head. He stood over you, his hands moving to hold your face as he kissed you softly. “You wanna stop, just tell me okay?”

“Don’t want you to stop,” You mumbled against his lips.

“Fucking hell angel.” He knelt by the bed, his large hand wrapping around your thighs and pulled you closer. He pressed small kisses to your thighs, nipping at your skin and leaving marks behind.

His hands trailed up your inner thighs, slipping under your shots and brushing against the soft fabric of your panties. “You don’t have to,” Your words trembled as his hands continued to tease too close to where you needed him.

“I want to, have to.” He pulled back to pull your shorts and underwear off at once. “I’m the best you’re gonna have, gotta prove it.” His hand trailed up your legs again, one hand moving to swipe through your folds. Your wetness clung to his fingers and he hummed, a cocky smile spreading across his cheeks. “Didn’t know I got you so worked up.”

“Don’t be a bitch, Kung Lao.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your navel, his lips dragging against your skin as his kisses grew lower. His name fell from your lips and his grip tightened, pulling you suddenly against his mouth. Your head fell back against the bed with a loud moan as his tongue began to lap at your pussy. He pulled your legs onto his shoulders, your hips angling so every time he moved his head his nose pressed against your clit.

Your hips moved to grind against his face but he held you tightly, stopping your squirming. Kung Lao chuckled against your clit, the vibrations running through you. Your hands shot down to his head, weaving your fingers through his hair to pull him closer against you. He finally released your hips to squeeze your thighs that had locked against his face. 

His strong tongue pressed against you, slipping over your entrance. The movements made you squirm and tremble as his name lipped from your lips, melding into your pleas and moans. You rolled your hips against his mouth, searching for more as your clit rolled against his tongue. 

Kung Lao’s hands dragged up your side, raising goosebumps at the slow touch. The soft whine that left your lips made his stomach tighten and made his cock twitch. He pressed his face further into your wet cunt, taking everything you gave him.

You could feel your end nearing, writhing against Kung Lao’s tongue as pressed harder against you. Then one his hands slid away and his fingers were at your entrance, gathering your slick on his fingers before gently prodding at your hole. A needy whine pours from your lips and Kung Lao chuckles, the vibrations running through you. His fingers slid inside you, your walls clenching around his as his fingers pressed against parts of yourself you could never reach. 

“Kung Lao,” Your voice was shallow and shaky as you called for him, trying to hold onto whatever control you had over yourselves. “Please, need more.”

“Not yet.” His reply was quick and muffled, still focused on the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers. “Need you to cum, need you to make a mess.”

His fingers curled inside you and your grip on his hair tightened, your breathing quicking as you tiptoed around the edge. His fingers sped up, becking you closer to the edge but it was the light graze of his teeth against your clit that had you cumming, your cunt clenching on his fingers like a vice. 

His hand still, gently grinding his fingers against your clit as he brought his head up, his own breath doubled as he panted softly. Your hands slid from his hair, falling to your sides as you tried to catch your breath, the shocks from your orgasm still burning with hot pleasure. Carefully Kung Lao removed his hand and stood, leaning over you, one hand pressed into the mattress. 

“You still with me?” Kung Lao teased, his forehead pressing against yours. You hummed lazily and grabbed his jaw, pulling him into a slow kiss. You only broke away when your hand grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand still coated in your juices towards your mouth. His eyes singled on your mouth as your lips wrapped around his fingers sucking him clean. He cursed, his dick jumping at the sight.

You gently pushed him back and stood on uneasy legs. He looked down at you, towering over you as your fingers traced his skin. You spun the both of you around and pushed him onto the bed. He landed on his back and quickly pushed himself onto his elbows. “What’re you doing baby?” You crawled back onto the bed, your leg swinging over his, your bare pussy landing on his still covered cock. His head dropped back slightly, the thin material doing little to hide how wet you were. “Fuck… you’re so warm.”

Your hips ground hard against his, his cock twitching and his elbows gave out. His head fell back groaning at the feeling but it turned into a soft whine as you slid back, pulling his underwear down. You tossed them aside and crawled back up his body, pulling him into a quick kiss before trailing kissed down his throat.

You reached for his heavy cock, pumping slowly. His breath hitched as your hand worked his long, thick cock, your hand so small against him. You sat straight, lining his cock at your entrance, your walls sucking in the tip so quickly it made Kung Lao let a breath moan. A soft whine of your name passed his lip as his hands came to your hips to pull you down but you slapped his hand softly. “Ah, what was that for?” He tried to sound menacing but his voice was so shaky.

You fared no better. The tip of his dick stretched you so well, pleasure and pain mixing in a seering burn that you couldn't help but love. Your hips lowered ever so slightly, your head rolling back as you gripped his wrist for support. “You’re so big, need to go slow,” Your voice was hushed, trying to hide the whines on the tip of your tongue.

Kung Lao chuckled softly, “You flatter me angel.” One of his hands left your hip to race light circles on your clit, trying to relax you to let him slip deeper. You leaned forward, taking a few more inches as you kissed him again. It barely counted as a kiss, messy and disorganised as you tried to distract yourself from the burn in your thighs. “You’re so fucking tight,” Kung Lao whispered, his lips moving to nip at your jaw. “Your tight, wet pussy stretching around me. Feels so good. I’m not even fully in you yet.”

Your eyes fluttered as his cock slipped deeper, your pelvis finally meeting his. He held your hips tight against his, pushing you back and forth slightly to grind you against his cock. The feeling of his cock pressing against your gummy walls had your eyes rolling back, needy whines escaping you as each roll of your hips. His cock knocked something so deep inside you, a long moan filling the room, “Fuck… can feel you- so good.” He didn’t know if it was the whines in your voice or the praise that spurred him on but his hips bucked up, trying to chase you. Another moaned sentence of how good you felt, how good he was fucking you fell from your lips, almost incoherent but the way your head dropped against his neck and hips stutted- Fuck!

Kung Lao grabbed your hips, rolling you underneath him. He pulled your highs up onto his hips, the angle of his cock shifting to press against your most sensitive spot. You clenched around him as he started to rock his hips deep inside you. “Fuck, so good.” His hand ran up your arm and to your hand to lace his fingers through yours, feeling you grip his hands so slightly. 

His grip on your hip tightened as his thrusts sped up, his pelvis hitting your clit as his cock reached so deep inside you. Your free hand held onto his back, your nails nipping his skin as his cock snapped harder against you, drilling into you like he was made for it. His cock dragged along your walls, cum creaming at the base of his dick as he fucked into you, lost in the promise of his own orgasm.

Your walls pulsed around him feeling so full as his cock rammed harder against you. Your nails ran down his back, leaving marks in his skin as you tried to ground yourself but your second orgasm was quickly approaching. “Lao-” Your voice cut short as Kung Lao pulled your hip higher onto his, your knee bending slightly.

“Gonna make me cum if you keep sayin’ my name like that baby,” Kung Lao whined against your neck. You turned your head to attach your lips to his, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the pleasure, your pussy fluttering around him. He chuckled softly against your lips, his grip on your hand tightening, “You gon’ cum for me angel? Can feel you squeezing me tight.”

“Please,” You squeaked, your voice cracking, “Please.” His hand slipped from your leg to rub harsh and fast circles into your clit, needing to pull another orgasm from you before he would let himself go. You tried to warn him that your high was here but you couldn't form a sentence, babbling nonsense as he drew you closer to the edge.

Kung Lao pressed a final, heavy, hot kiss to your lips, “Cum for me, make a mess baby.” The pressure inside you snapped, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your nails dug into his skin and your thighs squeezed his hips, trying to hold him close against you but his thrusts continued, fucking you through the plesure. 

He cursed, his grip hard enough that it would leave bruises. The squeeze of your tight walls against his sensitive cock made his head spin and his abs tighten, his own high clawing up his spine. He continued his thrusts but they grew sloppy, his hips instinctively bucking inside you. 

He tried to pull away but legs pulled him back in. You could barely form a sentence, your voice drowned in whines and moans, your mind lost to the blinding pleasure pulsing through you, “Pl- please! Need to feel you, need all- all of you!”

His head dropped to your shoulder, moaning softly as the tight feeling in his stomach let go, a pleasure that made his eyes screw shut taking over his body. He stilled against you, grinding his hips into yours to draw out both your orgasms. 

Kung Lao stopped his movements but was reluctant to move away from you, wanting to stay as close as possible. He pressed a few sweet kisses to your shoulder before he pushed his head from your shoulder, looking down at you. “You still mad I stole your shirt?” You teased, a soft chuckled playing at your lips. 

Kung Lao shook his head, “Keep stealing my shirts and you’ll end up like this every night.”

“That’s not as threatening as you think it is.” Kung Lao laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he pulled out, the both of you hissing at the feeling. Kung Lao helped you sit before cleaning you off, pressing soft kisses to the marks he left.

Kung Lao tossed you your clothes before pulling on his own pants. You reached for the grey shirt making Kung Lao laugh, “If you wanted round two you could have asked.” Kung Lao leaned over you, his hands pressing to either side of your body.

“Maybe I’m saving it for another time,” You teased, a smug smile pulling at your lips.

A knock at Kung Lao’s door made you both jump and you scrambled to pull on the shirt as Kung Lao called out a soft yes. Raiden opened the door, looking in but he kept a hand over his eyes as he stepped in. “Are you both done? I could hear you the second I walked in the front door.” Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and Kung Lao chuckled softly.

Raiden carefully took his hand away to look at you both, “Have some humility Lao,” Raiden chastised. “Put a shirt on, I brought dessert.” Raiden turned to close the door but stopped and turned back to Kung Lao, “And is this gonna be a proper thing? Because I think I’d much prefer to hear Kung Lao’s pinning then… that.”

Raiden closed the door without another word and you turned to Kung Lao, a small smile on your lips. “What’s he mean?”

Kung Lao sighed and dropped back against the bed, one hand moving to rest behind his head. “I don’t-” He cut himself off, closing his eyes. You laid next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“You know, I never expected to find someone like you,” you confessed, your fingers twirling his hair that had fallen from his bun.

Kung Lao's eyes crinkled with a hint of amusement, but his nervous tone was still present, "And what kind of someone did you expect?"

You chuckled, "Definitely not someone as incredible as you. I mean, you not only have these killer martial arts moves but also a heart that's surprisingly sweet."

Kung Lao's lips curved into a playful grin, "Well, don't let the hat fool you. It's not just for show."

You swung your leg over his hips, resting on his stomach. His hands immediately went to your hips, just resting there like they belonged. “We can go out tomorrow, talk about… this properly, but Raiden does have desert and that sounds pretty good right now.”

Kung Lao smiled and used one hand to push himself up, the other wrapping around you to keep you planted in his lap. His eyes wandered over your face, pausing on your bruised lips. “And if it wasn’t obvious,” You said softly, your lips drawing closer to his, “I really really like you Kung Lao. Ego and all.”

“Well, that's good, you can keep stealing my shirts then.”

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[lotusnleaves]

WHATS NOT TO LOVE?

— ᴾᵃᶦʳᶦⁿᵍ: ᴳⁿᵎᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᴱ¹⁶¹⁰ᵎᵀᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍˢᵗᵃᵍᵉᵎᴹᶦˡᵉˢ

— ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: "ᵂᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ" ᴾᵃʳᵗ ². ᴱ¹⁶¹⁰ᵎᴹᶦˡᵉˢ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵒᶠᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡ.

—ᴬ/ᴺ:ᴰᵉᶠ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʳᵉⁿᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱ⁴²ᵎ ᴴᶜ'ˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵇᶜ ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶦᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵇᵒᵘᵗᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᶦˢ "ᵂʰᵃᵗˢ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵀᵒ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ" ᶦᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵏᵏᵏ. ᴵᵗˢ ˢᵒ ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᵈᵉᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᴴᶜ'ˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴵ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ⁿᵃᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ♡

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who will always always, let you nap on him during your study halls or free periods and any other class you cant get through. Especially if he knows you had one of those real restless sleepless nights. He'll even write down the notes for you so your not behind when you wake up he's just sweet like that.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles Miles's who a couple months into your situationship realises your obsessed with his smell. The faint aroma of his coconut and mango scented hair products, all the way down to his subtle cologne. Sooo that in mind, he'll purposely leave a hoodie or T-shirt of his somewhere he knows you'll find it and your endlessly appreciative he doesn't think your a weirdo for liking that kinda thing.

And while we still on the topiccc.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who hears you complain to a friend that non of the clothes he let you borrow smell like him anymore. So when he's at your place and you're distracted he's taking items of clothing and returning em days later smelling fully of him again.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who would draw you ALL the time you were his muse. Whether you were doing homework, watching TV or literally just existing, Miles had a rough sketch of it all. Though the craziest part was you didn't take notice for months only when you asked to see his work, and he hesitantly pushed his black sketchbook to you clearly embarrassed did you think something was off. You flipped through and saw your face on every other page you were shocked and he did NOT have an explanation.

"...." "Miles what—" " A'ight pass that back"

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who knows your forgetful so he's always prepared to lend you whatever you couldn't remember this time. Forgot lunch? he's got snacks No note book? there's a spare in his bag forgot the homework? He's already handing you the extra one he does just in case this happens. If you wear glasses and you regularly forget or misplace them he's narrating the board to you and correcting the things you misread.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who has had secret beef with your stuff animals since the time he overheard you say you love them more than him so now every time he comes over he just has to harass 'em a lil. You'd tell him crap like "Miles don't be mean to them this is their room too" or "Quit abusing my babies before i lock you're ass out". He can be somewhat civil with them when your around but as soon as you leave he's intimidating your teddy bear snuggles, and you gotta scold him from downstairs"

"Ay man i'on know what kinda game you playin' but—" "MILES LEAVE THEM ALONE BEFORE I COME UP THERE"

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles is so good with kids its crazy but he gets so nervous around children and tries to avoid them. Which make's it even funnier that they naturally gravitate to him." They're attracted to his art that's always bright with colour and his goofy personality, plus he always has candy on him and you think it's so weird. One time he came with you to pick up your younger sibling from school and you step away for a minute when you come back it's to see a crowd of 4 year old's circling a distressed miles.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who is constantly showing you how much he cares. Regularly takes you out on platonic dates taking you to the Fun Fair, movie nights, or painting together in the park. Always remembers to plan something for your birthday like months in advance and this was all prior to a romantic relationship. He was always raising the bar for how you should be treated even before you started dating.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who's admiration for you only grows when you see his selection of limited edition collectable's and treat them with the respect they deserve (P.s you NEVER rip the packaging). Your especially careful around them and when Mile's lets you hold one of the figurines you treat it like a literal baby. You think that it's a cool hobby of his and know they'll be worth a lot in the future. You lost your shit when Miles told you what Gwen did to one of them.

"......" "Tell me you're joking Miles..."

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who gets involved and supports everything you do and if your into makeup he'll volunteer to be your model everytimee. Although the glitter and sticky shit you put on his face isn't all that comfortable nothing make's him happier than seeing you happy and if he has to get all glamified to do that he cool with it.

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[messusminnow]

Slutty Jegulus One-Shot

(Yes this is literally what it’s called in my notes app)

Please enjoy. I wrote this yesterday and it’s probably pretty rough.

CW: explicit sex

Regulus groaned, his hands tugging at his hair as he bowled over his art history essay. He’d been working on the essay for weeks, but he’d run into a massive problem: he fucking hated it. Why had he thought he could do this? He just wanted to draw, what did he need art history for?

“Need a break?” James asked from across the room. He’d been playing Skyrim for the past hour while Regulus labored over his essay to no avail.

Regulus groaned again. “I’m going to fail out of university and then Sirius will do that thing where he worries and gets that weird tone with me. I hate that fucking tone.”

“You need a break.” James smiled, pausing his game and standing, stretching to the ceiling, his eyes getting that familiar glint that made Regulus want to drop to his knees and unhinge his jaw.

“Fuck off, Potter.” Regulus demanded. “I’ve got to shit to do.”

James turned his chair around, flipping Regulus and shoving their lips together, his hand sliding up Regulus’s neck.

“No. You’re taking a break.” James tugged him up.

Regulus yelped as his boyfriend threw him over his shoulder, carrying him towards their bedroom.

“James!” Regulus made play of being annoyed.

He gasped as James threw him to their bed. Regulus bit his smile down as James dropped, his hands landing on either side of Regulus’s head.

He pressed their lips together as Regulus slid his legs open so James could further press him into the mattress.

The weight of his boyfriend against him forced a needy whimper out of Regulus.

“What do you want?” James murmured, pressing hard kisses down Regulus’s neck.

“F-fuck…” Regulus squirmed. “I want you.”

“How?” James asked, his hands sliding up the team polo sweatshirt that was once James’s but now Regulus claimed as his own.

Regulus moaned and pressed on James’s shoulders, knowing it was enough of a signal.

James licked his lips and shoved his jumper up until it billowed round his neck. He began pressed purposeful slow kisses down Regulus’s chest, his tongue slipping out every now and again. Sliding along Regulus’s scars and dipping into his belly button.

Regulus groaned, his hands getting lost in James’ hair as he traveled down.

James sat up, relishing in the marks now crawling up Regulus’s torso and how his chest rose and fell.

Regulus flushed. “I haven’t got all night, Potter. And neither have you. Sirius will be back soon.”

“Sirius is on a third date with that tall hipster guy from the bar. He’s not coming home tonight.” James remarked, his fingertips sliding underneath Regulus’s sweat and yanking down harshly causing Regulus to slide down as well.

He ran his fingernails up and down Regulus’s thighs, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Fuck…” James cursed, settling between Regulus’s thighs as he tugged his boyfriend’s round glasses off his face, setting them out of the way.

Regulus squirmed as James bit a trail down his right thigh, his breath hot and making Regulus shiver the closer he got to his center.

“James…” Regulus’s fingers twitched. He was getting needy and desperate and he knew James could tell. But he was going to make him wait. Regulus hated waiting.

The first touch of James’ tongue sent Regulus’s head spinning. James hummed against his clit, sliding his tongue up and down Regulus.

Regulus let out a slow breath, sliding his legs to James’s shoulders.

James always started with slow deliberate ministrations of his tongue, he liked to take his time getting Regulus worked up. He ran his tongue down Regulus’s clit, dipping down to press into his pussy.

Regulus gasped and James sped up. It was a very well choreographed dance they’d spent years rehearsing. James knew just how to undo Regulus’s very impressive composure. Rarely did they deviate, Regulus didn’t like change normally.

But as James continued with this new speed, dipping his tongue as deep as he could into Regulus, sliding his thumb up to rub circles in Regulus clit, Regulus thought he might die.

“James!” He gasped, his hands shooting up to hide his face in his elbows. “Oh fuck!”

His back arched as James rubbed his clit and fucked him with his tongue. He shook through his orgasm, as James carried him through.

He took one slow breath, but James didn’t move. He continued slowly once again, his tongue sliding back up and down Regulus’s slick clit.

Regulus whined, his legs tightening around James’s head.

“Babe…” regulus choked before James thrust his tongue into him again with more force this time. “Ah!”

Regulus shook and writhed underneath James who was expertly shoving Regulus towards his second orgasm in a matter of minutes.

Regulus frantically repeated his boyfriend’s name over and over again, until only something vaguely similar came out of him as he screamed beneath James’s tongue.

“Puh—“ Regulus gasped. His nerves were fried. “James… please…”

He tried pulling his legs off James, but he gripped them firmly and held him in place pressing a wet kiss against Regulus’s clit before sucking.

Regulus whimpered, the pain and pleasure threatening to suffocate him. He tried shoving James’ head away, tried squirming out of his reach.

But James would not let up.

“James…” Regulus gasped. “I can’t!” He almost felt panicked at how close he was to a third orgasm.

James paused only for a moment and Regulus immediately missed the heat of his mouth.

Regulus met the man’s golden eyes. He was panting, his face slick as he huffed out a laugh.

“C’mon baby. You can do one more.” James pressed.

Regulus’s chest was rising and falling hard as his lungs worked overtime to give him air.

“F-fuck…” Regulus dropped his head to the pillows, loosening the grip of his thighs as James fell back down.

He slid his tongue up and down Regulus’s cunt twice before sucking again on his clit, his finger sliding up and into him.

Regulus gasped and found himself grinding against James’ fingers, his hips raising as his cries grew louder and louder until he was sobbing out, his body strung taut and rigid. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, his eyes clouded over in soft white.

They fell back into their routine as James leapt up, sliding out of his pants and into Regulus in one slick movement.

His tongue tasted sharp and keen as his lips met Reggie’s while he fucked with abandon into Regulus’s dripping pussy.

“So fucking good, Reggie.” He groaned. “So fucking good.”

Regulus was slow to come down, wrapping shaky arms around James as he felt his boyfriend’s hips stutter and seize as he spilled into Regulus.

Regulus couldn’t speak yet. He couldn’t even think enough to form a single thought. His mind was waves slapping against rock.

He blinked tears away as his vision finally returned to normal.

He didn’t want to look over at James’ stupid smug face, but against his better judgment peaked towards the man still lying on top of him.

James looked completely chuffed with himself as he looked down at Regulus.

Regulus shoved his face away. “Don’t even.” He barely got out.

James snickered above him, dropping his head to Regulus’s neck.

They laid there for a while, half naked and covered in sex as Regulus twirled a strand of hair in his fingers.

He let out a contented sigh and pushed James off him, slipping off their bed and tugging a shirt out their laundry hamper to clean up with, sliding his sweats back around his hips.

“What are you doing?” James asked, rolled over as he watched Regulus.

“I’m going to go and finish my essay. Think my head is finally clear enough.”

He smiled at James who lifted his hand up for a high five.

“You’re an idiot.” Regulus slapped his boyfriend’s hand, lacing their fingers together and pressing his lips to the man in front of him.

[munson-blurbs]

i am alrREADY SENDING IN MY REQUEST SO I DONT FORGET AND I NEED THIS

Peanut Butter Cup - Nerds

IM SO EXCITED.

Fake dating/Bookworm!Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings: fake dating, Harrington familial dysfunction, drunk family members

WC: 1.1k

Divider credit to @saradika

Steve had heard it all from his parents:

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?”

“Just go out on a date, Steven.”

“You spend all damn day at that video store; you’re never gonna meet anyone that way.”

He normally shrugs it off, until his parents give him an ultimatum: get a girlfriend before the annual Harrington Family Reunion in two weeks, or don’t bother showing up at all. 

“Twenty years old, and you barely passed high school, work a dead-end job, and don’t even have a girlfriend,” his father mutters, disgust marring his features. “You’re a disappointment.”

The insult reverberates around his skull all day: disappointment, disappointment, disappointment. It’s not the first time his father has hurled the term his way, and it likely won’t be the last, but the impact continues to sting.

It’s still gnawing at him when you walk in the door, sliding a VHS copy of The Shining across the counter with a bashful smile.

“Sorry, I know it’s a day late,” you apologize, already digging into your bag for change. “How much is the fee?”

Steve dismisses the notion with a wave. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, already checking the movie back into the system. “You, uh, went to Hawkins High, right?”

“Mhm,” you confirm, zipping up your purse and hitching it back up your shoulder, “class of ‘86.”

“‘85,” he chirps, clearing his throat to temper his enthusiasm. “Anyway, hope the movie was good.”

You nod and smile again; the gentle upturn of your lips has Steve melting. “It was. The book was better, though.”

And that’s when Steve finally places you: back in high school, you volunteered at the school library and, on more than one occasion, had helped him find a book for research projects. You were pretty then, and you’re even prettier now.

“I haven’t read the book,” he admits, embarrassed that he hasn’t read much of anything besides a comic book or two since graduation. 

Your jaw drops. “Well, now you have to!” You grab your car keys from your back pocket. “I’ll swing by tomorrow with my copy, if that’s cool?”

“Y-Yeah, ‘s cool,” he stutters, giving his head a soft shake to shift the hair from his hazel eyes. He watches as you walk out of the store, the sway of your hips drawing him in. 

He probably would have stared forever if Robin hadn’t cut in. “Hey, Dingus, you’re drooling.”

You stop by Family Video the next day to drop off the book. And then a few days after that, you go there again to grab another movie. Soon enough, you’re a regular customer.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Steve blurts out from where he’s standing next to you as you peruse the horror section. “Feel free to say no, to tell me to fuck off, and I will. I will just…fuck right off.”

“Shoot.”

“Could you pretend to be my girlfriend at my family reunion next weekend? Nothing weird,” he rushes to add, not wanting to imply any unwanted contact. “Just hand holding, arm around your shoulder…no feels will be copped, I swear.”

You pinch your eyebrows, perplexed. “Is this the trade-off for having my late fee waived?” you tease, thumbing The Exorcist and tugging it from its spot on the shelf. “Because I’ll pay it.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, just tired of hearing my folks complain about me not having my life together. Figured if I showed up with a smart, pretty girl on my arm, they’d shut up for a little while.”

Your face burns at the compliments, both at the words and that King Steve is the one saying them. “What’s the dress code?”

You and Steve arrive in his Beemer, his hand already pressed to the small of your back as you walk into the restaurant. A room filled with Harringtons greet you as you enter the room, and your stomach flips as you wonder if you can pull this off.

“Showtime,” Steve murmurs in your ear, taking you around the room to meet his family. You’re suddenly self-conscious of where your black dress lands on your thighs and the cut of the neckline. Sure, Steve had approved it, but what did he know?

You note that he’s been gazing at you since he’d picked you up earlier, eyes drawn to you like a magnetic force. It’s part of the whole bit, you try and convince yourself, but something nags at you that Steve isn’t that good of an actor.

The conversations go as easily as they can; you spend the evening peppering in “facts” about your relationship that you and Steve had rehearsed over and over. Some of the details were truthful, like meeting at Family Video and bonding over horror movies. Other parts were much more embellished: relationship duration, your first date, the way Steve bragged that you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on.

It’s smooth sailing until Steve’s inebriated father stands up, clumsily clinking his knife to his wine glass. “I’d like to make a toast,” he slurs, swaying as he speaks, “to my son, Steve, and his girl! Never thought I’d see the day he’d land someone like her.”

Your eyes remain glued to the floor, waiting for the moment to be over, but if the impromptu speech wasn’t awkward enough, one of Steve’s equally drunk uncles calls out, “Give her a kiss, Stevie!”

Steve shakes his head with an uncomfortable chuckle. “Nah, we’re not really into the public–”

“Aw, c’mon!” His boisterous voice echoes throughout the restaurant. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” he chants, and soon enough, most of the family joins in.

“Shall we shut them up?” Steve mumbles, turning to you. “Y’don’t have to…”

“N-No, we can.” It’s not the most conventional first kiss, but then again, nothing about this arrangement is normal. “We can just…”

Steve’s hand is on your cheek, nose nudging against yours as your lips press together. This isn’t a simple peck; no, it’s far more involved, more intimate, than you had anticipated.

You melt into him a bit more, resting your own hand on his bicep until the kiss comes to an end. The men hoot and holler; the women exchange awws.

“Now that,” Steve’s dad guffaws, clapping a hand on his son’s back, “is the kiss of true love!”

You manage a small smile, wondering exactly what just happened. The kiss was the best of your life, and it was supposedly just for show.

Steve’s breath tickles your earlobe as he whispers, “he may be drunk, but he’s not wrong.” His cheeks are pink at the admission.

It’s certainly a conversation you’ll need to have later, but you can’t say you disagree. For now, your fingers intertwine with his, and you give them a quick squeeze. 

Maybe it’s the wine, but you swear you love him back.

--

[tedwardremus]

Jilytober Day 23

Prompt: Indulging in hobbies

James sat on his favorite rock overlooking the vast expanse of the Black Lake, the sunset casting deep shades of pink, orange, and purple across the sky. His quill moved swiftly over the parchment in his lap, sketching the scene before him. It had been his mum’s idea when he was a kid. James could never sit still—always had to be fiddling with something. When he was younger, he’d told her that he couldn’t think unless his hands were busy. If his hands weren’t moving, it was like his mind went blank.

So one day, after he had ruined yet another pair of robes by ripping the seams and fidgeting with his glasses until they broke, his mum suggested he carry a notebook and a self-inking quill. That way, he could always sketch or doodle instead of tearing up his clothes. It started off with simple, childish drawings, but over the years, James’s hobby had grown. He found a particular love for sketching sunsets, the Hogwarts grounds, and other peaceful landscapes.

But, of course, his favorite subject wasn’t scenery.

"There you are!" came a familiar voice from behind him.

James smiled as he turned around, spotting Lily Evans walking toward him. “Alright, Evans?”

"You missed dinner," she said as she sat down next to him, her citrus scent drifting toward him in the cool evening air.

“It was the perfect light for a sketch,” James replied with a shrug, lifting a sandwich from beside him. “Besides, I stopped by the kitchens before coming out here.”

Lily glanced out over the lake, the sunset colors reflecting in her bright green eyes. “It is a lovely evening.”

“Yeah, lovely,” James echoed, his heart picking up speed. He picked up his quill again, trying to distract himself from the urge to touch her hair, which glowed golden in the fading light.

“What are you drawing?” she asked, leaning in slightly. “The sunset?”

James quickly closed his notebook, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.

“Come on, Potter! You’re always doodling. An artist has to show off their work sometimes.”

“I’m hardly an artist.”

“Well, let me be the judge of that.” Lily leaned over and grabbed the notebook before he could stop her.

“No, I’d rather you didn’t!” James protested, reaching for it. “I’m not that good.”

“Great! Then I’ll have something to tease you about for the rest of your life,” Lily said with a mischievous grin.

“It’ll be a short life because I’ll die of embarrassment.”

Ignoring him, Lily opened the book and started flipping through the pages. Her playful expression slowly faded as she did, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

James’s stomach twisted in knots. “Please don’t think I’m weird,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Lily’s eyes met his, wide and full of surprise. “Most of these are of me.”

“Yeah,” he said, awkwardly running a hand through his hair.

“Why?”

James rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “You know why. The whole school knows why. I haven’t exactly been subtle. Now please give it back before I die of mortification.”

But instead of teasing him, Lily’s green eyes softened. “They’re really quite good, you know.”

“Yeah, well... I’ve had a lot of practice,” James muttered, unable to look at her.

“You make me look pretty,” she said softly, her voice filled with something more than surprise.

James swallowed, his heart pounding. “You are beautiful.”

Lily’s fingers slipped from the notebook, letting it fall into her lap. She leaned in, her gaze still locked with his, and kissed him—softly, sweetly. Her lips tasted faintly of the citrus she always seemed to carry with her. The world around them seemed to disappear as James let out a quiet sigh, finally reaching out to touch her hair like he’d been resisting the whole evening.

The kiss was brief, but when Lily pulled back, their faces were still close, and they lingered in each other’s arms, their hearts beating in perfect time.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

I’m going to toss my hand in and try something new let me know if it makes sense. Also, I wasn’t sure what to tag so I tagged a little bit of everything lol.

Gareth was on book return duty. Taking a book from the over-growing pile of books, opening the back to check when it was taken out. Before going to the persons name and stamping that they returned the book.

Moving his ringed fingers up he swooped his hair off to the side a bit. Not sure if he enjoyed the middle part yet, deciding to give up on the product and just let it fall loosely down the sides of his face.

Moving he picks up the hobbit next. Tapping his fingers to the rhythm of a Black Sabbath song. While Eddie seemed to be going through a hard core Metallica phase Gareth was enjoying the stonerish vibes of early Black Sabbath. While he preferred Ozzy, Eddie enjoyed Dio more. If the Dio shirt sewn on the back his vest said anything.

Flipping the book over, a piece of paper falls out of the book. Groaning Gareth rolls his eyes as he moves bending down and picking up the face down page that had landed itself on the carpet. Kids really needed to fucking learn how to remember to pull shit out of their books before returning them because Gareth was not going to go on a witch hunt to return shit.

Glancing down he raises a eyebrow feeling rather impressed with the drawing in front of him. Looking around he was curious to see if who ever returned this book would still be here. He moves rolling back to the desk quickly as he checks who had the book last.

Will Byers.

The kid must have forgotten to pull it out, using it as a book mark. It was a pretty sick drawing of a boy. Who after a moment or staring Gareth recognizes as Mike. He snaps his fingers as he spins in a celebratory circle of knowing who it was. It was a very detailed piece of work, a little sad as he looks closer. Noticing scratch marks from where the pencil dug into the page a little to much, leaving not only scratches but little idents as well.

He carefully folds it back up, hoping that it wasn’t to weird to be carrying around a fellow hellfire club members portrait. Gareth had heard Will also played but it seemed like he was avoiding the club.

Who knows and who fucking cares.

Gareth decides to make an acception just this once. It would be a pity if this drawing was thrown away. So he uses his library access to look up the kids locker number. Abusing his powers if you will, as the stupid thing makes a soft beeping noise as it loads up. Rolling his eyes he slams the side of the computer a little before groaning loudly when he realizes he’s only made it go much slower.

Huffing to himself he begins to work on returning the other books. Forgetting about the whole thing until he went to shut the computer off. Quickly scribbling the number down and sliding that along with the drawing as he gets ready to leave. Picking up his flannel vest and sliding it over his shoulders as he picks his bag up and starts to leave. On a mission to get this drawing slid into the locker. But his plans are forgotten as Eddie stumbles in a run, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“What the fuck Eddie!” He sounds annoyed, glaring his best resting bitch face at the other who simply grins. Softening Gareth’s reaction just a smidge as he shakes his head trying to stay annoyed with the other as he begins to close the library doors. School had been let out almost a hour ago, so why was Eddie still in the school.

“I need your help, I have this friend right. And I’m trying to get him to read the hobbit. And well he has this problem. Where he can’t see the tiny words … and read at all because the words move. I heard there were talking books. Hypothetically where would I get one of those Gare bear.” His ringed hands are clamped shut, in a sign of pleading. He’s pretty sure the guy was going to drop to his knees and start begging for his help.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he pops the library key in his pocket. Forgetting about the two papers inside as he raises a eyebrow. “You mean audiobooks?” His tone is a smidge patronizing but that was just Gareths lack of self awareness when it comes to tone.

“Yes that!” Eddie snaps his finger as he moves to wrap his arm around Gareths shoulder, slowly beginning to move him around a bit. Ignoring the uncomfortable look the other has just for a second before quickly pulling back when he realizes his mistake. “Sorry Gary, wasn’t thinking.”

“Kind of hard to do that with no brain.” Gareth says in a slightly dull tone. He was exhausted and ready to go home. Curl up in a ball and watch Voltron or something that was really easy to digest because there was no working brain cell in his head right now. Something that was very typical of him after reading so many names in one sitting.

“Oh you pain me Care Bear. You pain me so.” Eddie dramatically tosses his head back before he straightens up a bit more serious. “Though where would I find these ‘audiobooks’?” He puts quotations around the name as he does a side shuffle down the hall so he could keep looking at Gareth.

“Hawkins free library, should be a small pile. If they don’t have the hobbit then you’re going to have to read it to this person.” Gareth says, grin pulling its way to his face as he watches Eddie grow flustered.

“No can’t do that, um- okay! Thank you Sir Gare’alot, you’re character shall have many rewards if this pans out.” Eddie salutes before he’s stumbling backwards and sprinting down the halls before a teacher caught him.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he leaves the school, forgetting all about the drawing until it fell out on his bedroom floor. Pinching his eyebrows together he groans as he realizes that he was going to have to return it first thing in the morning or else it was never going to be returned.

Which he does as he fiddles with his drumsticks in one hand and carry’s the folded paper with the other. Grumbling under his breath as he realizes the boy was currently at his locker. Silently pulling books from the top shelf as he gets ready for first class. Gareth should be to but this was something he had to do, his brain was refusing to let him back out.

Sliding up against the lockers he tries to muster his best Eddie impression but instead he ends up seemingly more bitchy then before. “Think you forgot this in your library return.” He says tilting his head a little as he holds the paper out between his two fingers. Watching the shy boys eyes grow wide, face blooming red as he snatches it quickly and hides it in his locker. Hands shaking and he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

Gareth realizes now that this situation could be misread, he really should start to look out for every outcome possible as he groans. Pulling his flannel out like a drug dealer with a trench-coat. Revealing the little rainbow pin that hides itself on his belt loop. Wills shoulders relax a bit as Gareth moves awkwardly patting his back.

“It’s cool man, but Mike fucking Wheeler?” He teases with a amused smile. “Way more sheep in the sea or whatever,” he grumbles a little with a soft flush to his cheeks as he stumbles over his words with the way the other looks at him.

“Freak!” A fit of laughter is heard right before Gareth is slammed into the locker. Groaning as he glared at the guy who did it. Moving to throw his drum stick at the back of the assholes head before Will stops him. Hand barley wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

“Not worth it man, only going to get your stick broken.” Will says gently as he lets go of his hand before stepping back a little closing his locker door. Gareth felt so embarrassed, heart racing as he wished he could meet someone new without some asshole ruining it for him.

“So, freak huh?” Will asks gently with a soft smile. “I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m Zombie boy.” He awkwardly holds his hand out for the other to shake.

Gareth furrows his eyebrows before he decides the other wasn’t picking on him. Wrapping his hand around the other in a shake as he grins gently. “Sounds like we are from some marvel comic, freak and zombie boy.” He jokes. Watching the way the others eyes bright up with excitement.

The damn breaking as they both start to talk about everything and anything they can within ten minutes. Info dumping as much as possible.

So I set this up to where that it could be purely platonic greatwise with byler in the background or romantic greatwise with one sided byler. It’s up to interpretation (: for that, I just wanted Will to make a friend.

[dreamscapesofimagination]

A/n: there is no love here yet for Jiro and i need to fix that bc mans is my top fav. We love a tall, sciencey man w hot girl tummy problems over here.

Formatted weird bc I am on mobile!

TW: Fluff! Jiro is a bit insecure. He is also head over heels. Ending kinda sucks bc i couldn't think of how to end it lol

Synopsis: Jiro thought he knew a lot about you- average blood pressure, enzyme values, how your lungs sounded beneath the stethoscope- turns out you are also a talented artist.

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The floorboards creaked as Jiro stepped inside, thankful Yuri had been awake this morning to give him his medication before he had to come do this health check.

Without his meds, he knew he would have to scurry away quickly, and his condition would prevent him from sharing a small breakfast with you.

He didn't quite understand his feelings for you- sure, he knew how endorphins rushed through his system around you and triggered the increase of his heart rate.

He knew the scientific reasons behind his attraction- he just didn't know how to react to it. The two of you had been in limbo- not quite together but closer than just friends.

He knew you reacted the same to him- could see it in the way your heart rate would be erratic on the EKG when he would do it (Yuri had banned him from being around when your heart rate or blood pressure were monitered, and today Jiro was just to draw blood and ensure you appeared well) , or the way your cheeks would warm up when his fingers brushed your skin.

His eyes scanned the church, taking in the homey feeling you had created since moving in.

Plants littered some of the pews, and you had cushions placed around for the cats.

He could hear the shower running, and assumed you were in there. While he waited, he wandered across the old room to set his bag on the desk.

He began pulling out his supplies, before sighing when he realized he had forgotten his pen.

Surely you had one in one of the drawers?

He slid the top one open, eyes widening at what he saw.

A drawing.

Of him.

He carefully pulled out the sketchbook, unable to take his eyes from the drawing as his heart hammered in his chest.

He looked focused in the drawing, and he imagined you had drawn him from one of the times he had helped you study.

Flipping to another page, he felt as if he couldn't breath.

Him again, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

You had talent, and you used it to draw him, a chronically ill ghoul who struggled to hold conversations even with people he liked.

"Jiro?" the sound of your voice caused him to whirl around, guilty he had been snooping.

His breath caught at the sight of you standing there, in a tanktop and pair of shorts, toweling off your hair.

"I-uh- I was just waiting for you to finish, Yuri sent me to take some blood samples and make sure you are well,"

He winced internally at his stumbling words, feeling his stomach turn at his increased anxiety.

"I don't mind you looking at them, you're just so pretty and I wanted to draw you," a blush coated your cheeks at your admission.

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, feeling his own cheeks burn.

You thought he was pretty? Half the time his already pale complexion was sickly due to his condition (and lack of sleep), circles that nearly matched his hair rimmed his eyes- not to mention his frequent bouts of nausea.

He jumped when your hand waved infront of his face, so lost in his own thoughts that your closeness had gone unnoticed.

"Ji, you okay? I'm sorry if I weirded you out." your voice was sheepish and oh so sweet, round cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He quickly shook his head, "no, you just surprised me. I've never really had someone be interested in me."

Jiro's voice was matter-of-fact, and clearly he was not searching for sympathy.

He had accepted his differences, and his schedule didn't exactly leave room for romance- nor did Yuri think such frivoloties were necessary. It wasn't until he met you that the consideration that he may be missing out had even entered his thoughts.

Yuri had even noticed, urging Jiro to just ask you out if only to stop distracting him with his 'mournful, pathetic expression and moony-eyed stares.'

Jiro had never really noticed nor cared about the captains absence of bed-side manner, though that comment had made him very aware of it.

"Well, now you do. I know you're very busy, but maybe one of the times you're free you'd like to do something?" you chewed your lip as you asked, n action he had long since learned you did when you were unsure of yourself.

An action that caused all his attention to fall to your lips, wondering what they would feel like.

"I think that would be enjoyable," his words came out softer than he intended, and your bright smile after his words caused his already hammering heart to nearly stop.

He wasn't sure he'd survive a date with you, but he would need to be incapacitated to not accept the offer.

[sugawhaaa]

Beomgyu x reader

E M O B O Y

Pairings: switch!beomgyu x switch!fem!reader

Warnings:smut...like hard core

Genre:friends to lovers, childhood friends, smut

Themes: blow job, public sex, oral sex, based off the song by Ayesha Erotica

Word count: 2,150

A/N: this actually sucks...I really don't like it. I feel like the descriptions for the spicy time sounded weird no matter how I tried to describe it? Idk let me know if you genuinely like this lol

You leaned against the wall of the bathroom in the mall as your friends gossiped. There wasn't anything too interesting going around lately but according to your friends there was a lot. You kept an ear out as your friends dolled themselves up in the mirrors. Of course when gossip is being talked about boys come up.

One of your friends, kizzy, brought up her boyfriend and added on some info you really didn't need to know about him. But your other friends seemed to enjoy this topic. It was strange to say the least, you're all from the ages 19-21 so all this sex talk is completely normal yet you always felt out of place. I mean it's not like you haven't thought of anything like that but it's still odd to talk about.

Your thoughts got interrupted as the girls started discussing their next shopping destination.

"Hey, Y/N you haven't picked a place yet! You should choose the next one," Sissy said with a smile, her shining pink lip gloss drawing attention to her lips.

"Um, I'm good. I don't really care where we go haha, we all like the same stores anyway," You said with a shrug and a complimentary smile.

"That's true…" Kizzy said as she thought to herself. "Alright so how about Spencer's? What do ya think!?" She said with a clap of her hands, it echoed throughout the (hopefully) empty bathroom.

"Oh you whore you just want to go to the back section," You commented making everyone laugh as they packed up their makeup including Kizzy.

After getting to Spencer's the girls all roamed around the store in groups of two, you were with Sissy in the LGBTQ+ section. It didn't take long for the girls to get bored and head to the store across from Spencer's, hot topic.

"So what's the deal with you and that boy," kizzy nudged you with her elbow. Of course you didn't forget that Beomgyu works there but you pretended to act dumb.

"Who?" You said widening your eyes.

"The cute boy with the long hair. He works here?" She said as we walked in.

"Oh him yeah. What about him?" You said as you automatically followed Kizzy to the anime area.

"You get closer to him?" She said with excitement on her face.

"I mean I can't really get much closer, we've been friends since first grade," you said with a shrug. Kizzy just nodded her head and sighed. That's when Sissy, Abigail and Minnie came over. They had a ton of things with them already and we'd only been there for five minutes. They were showing Kizzy everything they found when Abigail showed her a pair of strawberry earrings and a cute strawberry dress. Kizzy flipped out and asked her to show where they were. All the girls giggled off to another area, you kept browsing around when you heard an ever so familiar voice.

"Need any help Y/N?" He said with a smirk. You looked up to the source of the sound and viola Beomgyu standing over you. Today he was wearing about a thousand layers of black clothes. A my chemical romance tee, with a baggy fishnet over top of it, he also wore baggy and slightly ripped jeans. As for accessories he wore a black choked with some small spikes, a cross necklace, a skull necklace, a metal star belt, tons of rings, snake bite lip piercings, and a nose piercing. His make up was Suttle today, just some cloudy black/blue eyeshadow.

"Oh Beomgyu you scared me!" You said with a slight jump.

"I'm not that scary looking!" He said, crossing his arms and tipping his chin up. You laughed as you set your hand on his shoulder. You sighed and started stretching. All this walking around was making you tired.

"Getting too old for this already?" Beomgyu chuckled lowly.

"Hey! No. Just these girls move faster than sonic when it comes to clothes and cute boys,"

"So that's why you're all here," he said looking down at you while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yeah they somehow always find the cutest things here,"

"What can I say, it's in my genes," beomgyu said, flipping his hair. You laughed at him and he grinned as well. His dark bangs hung in his face as he laughed. "Anyways, do you want to sit for a minute," he said gesturing to the back of the shop.

"Yes please," you laughed. He led you to the back of the store and you sat behind the counter with this other girl who was wearing a very scene fashioned outfit. She was very kind and bubbly but you seemed to forget her. You sat awkwardly as Beomgyu and the scene girl chatted. It was quite the awkward angle, but Beomgyus Jean's did fit on him nicely. Your cheeks were red at your dirty thoughts. You patted your face trying to snap yourself out of it. You looked down at the floor and saw Beomgyu wearing some new boots.

"Gyu, are those new?" You said pointing to his shoes. He looked down and nodded.

"Yup I actually got them from here," he laughed. He then bent down to your level, looking you in the eyes. You blushed and tried to keep eye contact, he rested his arms on your bare thighs. You jumped slightly at the cold feeling of his bracelets. The look in his eyes suddenly turned you on so much causing you to reflexively rub your thighs together. Doing so secretly so Beomgyu wouldn't notice anything. "Are you alright? You seem off," he said looking up at you with lustful eyes.

"J-just hungry," you avoided his eyes. He grabbed you by the wrist and said

"Alright, I have some snacks in the back," he said looking up at the scene girl.

"It's fine your shift is almost over," she said with a wave of her hand. He took you to the very back of the shop to a door. He opened it and dragged you into the pitch black room. It was a little closet filled with some random trinkets they might need. He shut the door tightly and turned to you.

"So what do you feel like eating," he said with a smile as he turned the lights on. You looked at him suspiciously.

"Um, maybe a bite of you," you said jokingly. You laughed while Beomgyu gave you a bit of a peculiar stare. He inched closer to you as he rested his hands up aimlessly aiming for you.

"Gyu?" You said as his lustful gaze burned through you. You put your hands on his boney shoulders, the feeling of his warm body on yours. You then found your back against the wall as Beomgyu's hands were placed on the wall. Pinning you to him.

"You aren't actually hungry are you?" He said with a smirk.

"W-what?" You stuttered as your cheeks heated up. There's no way he actually figured you all out! Right?

"A minute ago you said you were hungry, but I think you actually meant to say horny," he said with a small smile. Your eyes widened before looking away from him. He just got closer to you, close enough to kiss you. His addictive scent filled your nose as his hand gently swiped some loose strands of hair behind your ear. "God you're so pretty," he said as his lips came closer to yours. Your eyes started fluttering shut while Beomgyu looked down at you. He stood there waiting for some kind of permission to kiss you.

You grabbed him by the shirt harshly and pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated. Hands and tongues roaming heated skin. Moans and hums filled the small closet. It wasn't long before your curious hands found their way down to the zipper of Beomgyu's black jeans. You used your middle finger to rub up and down the zipper line. Beomgyus hands went up to your hair and played with it. You broke the ongoing kiss to breathe. Without any thoughts inside your head besides wanting to hear Beomgyu moan your name you went down on your knees. His hands still held onto your hair as you started undoing his jeans. Beomgyu panted above you as his hair hung in his face.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He said with a quivering voice. You pulled down his pants to see his hardened member before you.

"Getting a snack," you replied before wrapping your lips around him. He gasped before throwing his head back and covering his mouth. You slowly moved your mouth up and down his length before letting go for a quick breath. As you moved back, strings of his arousal connected with your saliva. Beomgyu looked down at the beautiful sight below him and he basically started petting you while praising you. You slipped your lips back around him and started going at a quicker pace using your spit as lube. Beomgyu bit his lip as he muffled his whines and moans.

"So good, so good," he kept whispering as you started using your hands for extra support. His moans started getting louder and more frequent as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Gyu then started speaking nonsense. A mix of "I'm so close" and "I'm gonna cum," and not surprisingly he was right. Your mouth filled with salty yet sweet and warm liquid. You choked slightly, making you cough, letting some of his cum drip from your lips. Beomgyu then fell to the floor in front of you. Shock was very present on his face along with the black strands of hair. He panted as some drool fell from the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile you swallowed everything and started crawling over to him. You kissed him passionately as you fell to the floor. As he entertained your mouth his hands went to your ass abruptly moving his hands around. His hands traveled up to your waist before tugging and the hem of your skirt. He swiftly pulled them off as you took a breather.

"Now that I'm thinking about it," he started as he sat up straight, allowing your bare legs to rest on the floor. "I'm getting hungry myself," he said, pouncing on you, landing on the floor. He placed some hickies all down your jawline and neck. He pulled off your shirt before tracing more kisses, bites and hickies all along your body down to your tummy. He locked in between your thighs and over your still clothed pussy. You moaned and whined throughout the whole process.

"Beomgyu please, stop teasing," you whined as your hands found their way to his hair.

"Alright, you've been a very good girl," Beomgyu said, pulling down your undies. He quickly used his whole tongue across your whole entrance making you moan and squirm. He wasn't messing around when it came to giving oral, apparently. He ate you out like you were his last dessert to ever enjoy. He collected every last bit of your arousal. Beomgyu's long fingers then found their way inside you making you moan before covering your mouth. Gyu quietly hushed you before continuing to venture inside you. His fingers quickly moving around inside you to find that specific spot that'd make you scream his name. He decided to go as deep as possible into you and he found one spot that made you jolt up to him. You mumbled out "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God," a bunch as he kept hitting that same spot over and over.

You then felt your walls tighten around his slim fingers and your legs quivered. You warned Beomgyu about your high before his fingers were coated in your juices and his ears filled with loud moans. After you released everything his fingers went to his mouth, cleaning up all the mess you made on them.

"You taste so good," he moaned as he bent back down to your clit and started licking it. That's when the door burst opened.

"Alright Beomgyu get out your shifts over," the scene girl stood there not even phased by the situation at all.

"Close the door! My girlfriend doesn't want the whole world seeing her naked!" Beomgyu yelled and the girl closed the door.

"Fair. But Beomgyu if you don't get out I'll pull you out by your choker," she said outside the door before walking away to help some customers.

"Girlfriend?" You asked as you put on your clothes with Beomgyu.

"Oh um yeah," he said awkwardly as he slipped his jeans back on. "I thought since you just gave me a blowjob you'd want to be my boyfriend…" he said awkwardly as his cheeks filled with blush.

"Haha of course, babe," you said with a smile.

[spaceistheplaceart]

body swap - heading to SNS (Mob's POV)

Reigens POV

First Comic (this one you're reading now is the 3rd)

okaaaaaaay i had a lot of trouble w this one. so below is a bonus page that i had to scrap because mob actually has a flip phone in canon :/ ough. hope u enjoy it. also the transcript is below the cut.

Transcript of the entire comic + bonus page starting now... I really hope all of you who use screen readers can actually access these.

BEGIN ID:

(Mob is in Reigen's body because this is a body swap. But I'll be referring to him as Mob. Just keep in mind he looks like Reigen.)

Mob stands awkwardly on the sidewalk and thinks to himself "I'm lost. I thought if I could find school from master's place I could find my way to the office, but. I've never been where master lives before."

He looks down and puts his hands in his pockets. He thinks "Maybe I'll wander until I find something familiar..."

He is surprised to find Reigen's flip phone in his pocket. He lifts it out and thinks "Oh, master left his phone in his pockets."

He opens it gingerly and smiles. He thinks "I'll call a taxi! (And pay Master back later)."

The flip phone is opened and we see the contact list. from top to bottom it says: "911. Mob. Bank. Serizawa. Dad."

Mob looks at the phone with shiny eyes, the word 'flattered' above his head. He thinks "I'm master's first contact...?" Then his face falls back into a neutral expression and he thinks "Ah. it's probably to call me for jobs."

He calls his (mob's) phone from Reigen's phone, scratching his cheek and still thinking "But still... that means master thinks I'm reliable, right? I'm glad."

We see Mob's phone ringing on his bed back at home, forgotten.

Closeup of Mob's face. He's sweating with the phone to his ear. "Voicemail. What do I say...? give me back my body? who are you? Please call me back i'm the person who's body you're in? Those all sound weird. I'll just be direct."

He says: "Hello. You have my body. Please give it back. Um... this is shigeo kageyama, by the way. I sound different, though. Uh... call me back please. thank you, bye."

He closes the phone. His arm goes limp and he looks off awkwardly into the middle distance. He mutters "Well." to himself.

Cut to later. Mob is in a big crowd of people, nervously trying to get their attention. He's saying things like: "Uh-" "excuse me!" and "do you know where salt- ah-". A text box at the top reads: "~conveniently, reigen's phone died after that call so mob had to try and ask for directions... it wasn't very successful." There is a small drawing of the artist in the text box, smiling cheekily and giving a thumbs up.

Mob's shoulders slump and he sighs. Someone off screen asks "Excuse me, sir, are you lost?"

Mob turns around, hopeful. "Yes!! could you-"

The person who was speaking to him finishes by saying: "- In the endless seas of the dating world?"

"huh?" Mob says, smile gone, background dark.

He is dragged off by a woman in a dress. She smiles and says "C'mon!". He sweats and says "ah-wait."

Cut to later. Mob is sat at a table. On his left and right are men. The woman from earlier has a hand on his shoulder and is gesturing to in front of him. She has long hair, full lips, an earring, and a low cut dress. The woman says: "Hey everyone!!! We have a new guy to add to the mixer!~" With a heart emoji at the end of the text.

Two women sit across from mob. In the background there's a sign that says "We accept cash, credit, checks, debit, foreign currency." The woman in the middle has heavy makeup on, long hair, and a low cut dress. (woman2) The woman on the left has curly hair, long eyelashes, and a lot of jewelry. (woman3) The woman who found mob earlier (woman1) says: "I found him wandering the streets still in his pajamas, lost and alone..."

Woman2 says: "Oh. you poor thing."

Woman1 leans closer to mob. "what's your name?"

Mob looks up to the ceiling blankly. There's a lone light bulb hanging and a cobweb. He thinks: "Do i really say my name? or master's? This place is shady, too, so maybe I should use a fake one?"

Woman2 and Woman3 look annoyed. Woman3 asks "Are you, like, okay? it's a simple question." Woman2 asks: "Are you an idiot or something?"

Woman1 waves her hand. "Oh, girls, be nice! He's probably just not used to being around so many beautiful women! Why don't you just tell us your age?"

Mob looks up at the woman, and his face (reigen's face in this case) is drawn in a way to purposefully highlight his older features such as eye bags and wrinkles. He says. "I'm 14."

He freezes up.

Woman2, Woman3, and a new woman are all looking at him, disturbed. He thinks: "I answered without thinking! How embarrassing... I think I creeped them out."

He gets up and bows. "I'm sorry but I really do have to go. I hope you all enjoy your evening."

He walks off hurriedly, woman 1 and a man watching him leave.

Cut to later, Mob is receiving help from a man with a map. A text box above reads: "Eventually, someone gave mob directions and he went on his way."

END ID for main comic.

BEGIN ID for bonus comic

Mob opens Reigen's flip phone, smiling. "I can just use mobgle maps!"

He taps on the phone. Text points to him saying "Has never used a flip phone.". His thoughts are scattered around and read: "menu..." "are there apps? no, no, there wouldn't be. Um..." "I could still try, maybe. Or look up a map..." "ah, internet!" "app store... mobgle..." "???"

He is pressing the number pad on the phone and looks very frustrated. His thoughts are again scattered and read: "2. ok. that's 'a'". "77. q? no, ah... where's backspace?" "...ok. 7.7." "NO I don't want Q I want two P's!" His percent raises to 34%.

An Author's Note reads: "it was here the artist remembered that mob owns a flip phone and their own percent went up by 30. girl help why do they all have flip phones. fuck you one. /jk"

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[quillthrillswriting]

"why are you so quiet, what's on your mind?"

"oh, nothing, just aang admiring katara without realizing he's in love with her"

guys, i am SO excited for tomorrow's new chapter of "the teenager in the iceberg" there's gonna be some great moment & generally im excited to start progressing past the first few episodes

here's a teaser excerpt!

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Sokka immediately jumped off, almost kissing the sand in relief, and Aang followed close behind. Katara moved to stand up and join them, but a combination of that nerve-sick feeling and a bit of light-headedness had her slipping a little, stumbling off the saddle. She would’ve landed face-first in the sand, but Aang smoothly caught her with a current of air, then offered a hand. 

Once she was safe on the ground, Katara blushed, embarrassed that she’d lost her balance that easily. She moved to tell Aang, only to have Sokka take one look at her and burst out laughing. 

“What?!” She snapped, suddenly overly self-conscious.

“Your hair!” He cackled, a shaking finger pointing at her. Confused, Katara reached out her hand to draw a tendril of water from the cold morning sea. She concentrated, forming it first into a sphere and then a flat oval, then stilled the water so that she could see her reflection…

Only to drop the water in surprise when she finally saw what Sokka was talking about. Her carefully done hair was snarled around in its braids,  bits of it loose and bits of it still intact. She huffed in annoyance, then fished out a small glass mirror and her hairbrush. 

“Aang,” she said distractedly, “could you hold this for me?” She handed him the mirror. 

“Y-yeah, no problem.”

She tugged out her hair ties, flipping her head upside down for a moment to make sure that it had all gotten loose, then she gingerly tugged a few tendrils of water from the nearby ocean and wrapped tiny streams around her hair, tugging out the crimped braid pattern and reviving her curls. Then, she carefully bent the remaining liquid back out. 

She couldn’t see his face through her thick hair as she stood back up, but from his voice, Aang seemed impressed. “I get that you haven’t been able to learn any big combat moves, but for someone whose bending is self- taught, you sure have a pretty good handle on these smaller things.”

She properly flipped her head up now, curls and waves bouncing around her face. Her dark brown locks shone with honey-toned highlights, all different shades of caramel and chocolate sparkling as they framed her face. She reached up, gently twisting and clipping a few strands out of the way, but a few wayward pieces still fell forward, gently brushing against soft, full lips and smooth skin. Aang awkwardly froze for a moment, caught off guard by how different she looked when her hair was loose and free. He had a weird urge to tell her so, but bit his tongue, instead focusing on her answer. 

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♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

[strandnreyes]

starting it off this week with some more of the cabin fic!

“That was weird, right?” Carlos asks TK later that night after everyone has retired to their rooms. He’s been sitting on the edge of the bed ever since TK went to take a shower, thinking over what happened before dinner.

TK furrows his brow in question, toweling off his wet hair before hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. “What was?”

“Paul at dinner. Him not wanting to go get parmesan. When has he ever been nonchalant about his recipes?”

TK contemplates it for a second as he flips the overhead light off and comes to the side of the bed, stepping in front of Carlos. “Yeah, it was a little weird,” he agrees. His hand comes to the back of Carlos' head, soothing him with fingers scratching at his hairline. “Maybe he’s trying to be in the spirit of the vacation and relax.”

“Maybe,” Carlos mutters, but the word sits heavy in his mouth.

TK kisses his cheek and then crawls over to the side of the mattress that’s against the wall. When Carlos feels TK tugging at the blankets to get under them, he’s finally spurred to move too.

He turns the lamp off and listens to TK get comfortable as he stares up at the ceiling, hands folded over his torso. He doesn’t know why it unsettled him so much, but there’s something about the whole situation that Carlos can’t let rest. It doesn’t add up; it wouldn’t be the first instance like that lately.

TK’s hand sliding over his bicep pulls him back to the present and Carlos rolls his head on the pillow to face him.

“C’mon,” TK murmurs. “I’m not tired yet.”

Carlos’ gaze shoots to the door that he knows is already shut. “TK, there are so many people in this house.”

TK rolls his eyes, smiling a little. “I just wanna kiss you for a little bit,” he corrects.

“Take my mind off of it?” Carlos elaborates and TK shrugs.

“Maybe,” he confesses. “Is it really bothering you that much?”

With TK here next to him—warm and affectionate, his hand sliding to Carlos’ abdomen before working its way between Carlos’ folded hands—it’s easy to put it aside for now.

“No,” he says, turning onto his side to face TK before drawing him into a long kiss.

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[kodared]

Hello, u do requests for WH? If so!

Can I request a angst Howdy x gn!reader? U can add sum fluff at the end if u like!

I would be more than happy to !! I run this Blog to take Requests and Oneshot suggestions on the side while I work on my Ao3 Chapters! 

(to keep yall tame….) /j 

So heres a good and Angsty 

Howdy x gn!Reader 

- Angst/Comfort

Word Count: 1682 !!CONTENT WARNING FOR BRIEF MENTIONS OF BLOOD!!

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The day started as all days did with you and Howdy, he would open and run the front of his store while you went out in search of various flowers to decorate and sell. You found yourself adjusting to the abnormal life quicker than you would have imagined, If you went back and told your past self,

“Hey! Prepare to live with puppets the rest of your life!”

…You probably would have admitted yourself to a mental ward, the thought making you giggle as you carefully picked at a patch of babies breath you had found. The human mind worked in marvellous, but interesting ways you supposed, the thought leaving as soon as it entered though and before long you found yourself gathering your collection for the day and beginning the trek “home”. 

Howdy was kind enough to offer you a home in his shop when you first arrived, and you quickly grew to like the bug even if he had his weird habits and hobbies, they charmed you. 

He had expressed how he enjoyed cooking but had no one to share the food with, it being hard to eat at all as a puppet, so you took on the role of taste tester and since then had been helping Howdy at any chance you could. 

With the town drawing closer as you walked, you thought about what you would both cook tonight, the thought of being able to guide Howdy as he cooked making you feel a sense of comfort you often felt when thinking of him. 

The shop sign was still flipped to its usual “Open”, so as you entered you flipped it to finally say you were closed for the day, If it wasn't for you flipping that sign Howdy would never get any rest you supposed. 

…

      … And this only cemented itself when you saw him asleep on the counter, passed out cold. 

He unlike you had no need to eat or even drink, so without thinking you went into the downstairs home you and Howdy shared to grab a blanket, ideally letting him get his much-needed rest. 

After covering him with his favourite blanket, you went back downstairs to organize the Flowers you found into a neat bouquet, Howdy always loved when you made him one custom. 

With a day's work completed you turned in for the night, not without of course going back upstairs to check on Howdy, giving him a light shake to tell him it was time for bed. 

“Mmhg. How..?”

You knew what he was going to ask, the poor man never wanted to give himself a break,

“You’ve been asleep for a few hours now Howd’s, Dont worry I already flipped the sign,”

You expected his face to go back on the counter as it usually did, often times you had to beg him to come to the actual bed.  …But this time his eyebrows creased with worry and his mouth dropped its usual grin, 

“What time is it?!”  

He used both sets of hands to push himself up and off his counter, stumbling upright, barely missing the shelf behind him with his head,

“It's about 10 o'clock at night now Howd’s, what's got you so twisted up?!” 

Your voice was laced with genuine concern as Howdy just shook his head and tried to smooth down his hair, seemingly preparing himself to be seen by others,

“No! Im gonna be late for Poppys Party! I promised her I would bring a cake!”

You had moved your hand to rest on his shoulder reassuringly.. 

  “Howdy, you are tired, im sure Poppy would understand if-” 

…before he hit it off and walked swiftly to the cooler connected to the wall, 

“I need to be there Y/N! Im gonna be late as it is, you might not be neighbourly enough to understand why I need to be there but Poppy is!” 

The look he gave you struck a cold metal spike through your heart as he continued,

“Maybe you would understand better if you actually socialized with them.” 

At that final remark, he left, the chimes on the door dinging loudly as his second hand pulled it shut behind him. 

…You felt like you just messed up big time, even though you were just looking out for his health. 

You knew Howdy wanted you to talk and meet the other neighbours, it was just hard. Being a human in a puppet world doesn't exactly lead to the most pleasant small talk, Howdy was the only one who understood this and made sure you didn't feel pressured to talk to them, 

Until now you guessed. 

Without much else to do you resigned yourself to an unrestful sleep full of tossing and turning, the space Howdy usually occupied feeling cold and empty in the dark room. Your heart ached for him to return, but as the grandfather clock strikes signifying it was now 2 am, you didn't think he was coming home anytime soon. 

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…Howdy had not returned the next morning either, leaving you to make breakfast alone in your pyjamas. He normally would be the one opening the shop bright and early, but seeing as he wasn't here you wondered if it was your place to do so anymore,

…Or if he even wanted you around. 

The knife you were once using to chop onions sliced into your finger after you had that thought, drawing you back to reality. 

You felt endlessly stupid as you ran it under the sink water, you couldn't even cook breakfast right without Howdy here. That chilling feeling of panic burrowed and stayed deep under your skin, in your free hand you picked at your nails. A habit you once kicked coming back in full swing. 

You had finally made the decision to leave Howdy alone after sitting on the couch for a few minutes as the cut stopped bleeding, you didn't want to burden him after all. 

With not many items to your name, it didn't take long to gather them all together in a small tote bag you found lying around, However, as you began walking up the stairs to leave, one thing caught your eye. 

The bouquet you made Howdy still sat on the coffee table, untouched from the day prior. Tears gathered in your eyes as you remembered Howdy receiving the flowers you would bundle for him, he would dry them and hang them in the shared bedroom. 

It was only fitting to leave them you supposed as you left, the sun rising in the sky painting it a lovely orange as you left for the forest, chills wracking through your frame as you felt tears chilling your cheeks. 

Little did you know however Howdy had confided in Poppy what had happened the previous night before, with Poppy offering him a solution. 

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As Howdy returned home after a long night of baking with Poppy, he was shocked to see his sign wasn't flipped to its usual Opening position, he had assumed Y/N would have been up by now, 

He supposed it only made the surprise all the better as he walked through and made his way down the steps.

Only to find you were nowhere to be found. 

He had searched high and low for you, you weren't in the bathroom or the bedroom, or even in the kitchen, though one thing did catch his eyes. 

The red stain on the cutting board with an abandoned plate of onions sitting beside it. 

The red flags immediately went off in his brain, his upper set of hands clutching firmly on his antennae as he anxiously set down the cookies he baked and ran upstairs. What if you were injured and he didn't know? What if someone had come in and harmed you?? 

He knew he should have stayed home. You were right, and you always were when it came to his well-being. 

The eye bags that were under your eyes the night he yelled at you were permanently etched into his vision. He couldn't sleep knowing he hurt you, yet he still stayed away. 

He was a dumb bug and knew he didn't deserve you. As he collapsed outside of his shop it was only cemented how useless he was to you. He couldn't even protect you from himself, he had to go and mess up the one good thing he had. 

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Additional comfort for people who enjoy comfort after angst! 

You hadn't made it far into the woods before you slipped on a particularly slippery rock in the river and scraped your knee all up to hell. The sight of the blood made you dizzy as you stood and walked out, you knew you had to head home, you had tried to escape the neighbourhood many times. 

All of which led you to walk in circles, so you knew it was pointless. 

The previous adrenaline and self-doubts seemed to have been washed away after you scraped your knee, your mind felt clearer than ever and ready to confront what happened with Howdy the night before, 

You just hoped he was home already, you missed the big dork in the Shop. 

As you approached Howdys store you couldn't help but shake the sounds of… Sobbing? Coming from the side where your flowers were located, 

And it sounded awfully familiar to your favourite dork. 

“Howdy?” 

The crying stopped for a moment before you heard frantic shuffling and the sound of someone falling and rising again, as if they tripped on their own feet. 

“Y/N! Your okay!” 

You were met with Howdy gathering you up in his arms and pulling you in for the tightest hug imaginable, All four of his arms moving to support your arms and legs as he held you. 

“I.. I was so worried, i didn't know where you went and i saw the blood, i don't know-” 

Words tumbled out of his mouth rapidly as he held you, you found yourself saying nothing as you just held him back and consoled him, 

You both were going to be alright after all. 

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