#fine! go ahead! but jesus christ stop laughing about it

[dont-open-dead-inside-25]

hate hate hate people who laugh at you for talking weird. like yeah i’ve been searching for a word for the last five minutes you can help me or you can shut the fuck up. yes i did just ask you to do me a flavor are you going to hand me the sharpie or not. literally shut the fuck about the stuttering i WILL cry 

[milkteabinniechan]

♡baby, shock me - Chan

MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: bf! Chan x gn! reader

warnings: slight alcohol mentions, electro-stimulation!! submissive channie (new kink unlocked🔓 poll winner)

summary: A drunken night and the dare of a dog shock collar has Chan discovering that he desperately needs to feel that electric shock below the waist.

“Come on, I’ll do it. I don't care.” Chan’s words were slurred and his face was turning a crimson shade of red. You gave him a sly smile, knowing exactly how he gets when he’s drunk. Reaching a certain point in the night, a peak if you will, Chan begins to feel a surge of what experts call false invincibility. In this state, nothing can hurt him, nothing can affect him, or so he thought.

Seungmin tossed the dog collar over to Chan, momentarily thankful that no one was questioning why he owned a dog shock collar and no dog, and waited for Chan to put it on. Your sly smile turned to a look of concern when you saw the black straps tighten around his thick neck.

“Are you sure this is safe?” You asked Seungmin, who was now turning blurry in your vision.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s at the lowest setting, He’ll be fine.” Seungmin assured you with an undeserved sense of confidence.

You watched as Seungmin held the remote control, Chan giving him a cheerful thumbs up and a “go ahead.” You quickly snatched the remote from Seungmin, not trusting his promise to keep the shock at the lowest setting possible. You locked eyes with Chan, your thumb hovering just over the ON button. You hesitated for a moment, hoping that he would come to his senses, but he just gave you that happy-go-lucky smile. You sighed and pressed the button.

“Jesus Christ!” Chan yelped out, his body reacting instantly to the jolts of electricity now coursing through him. He shot up out of his seat, a jerked motion pulling him upright and standing now. “That’s the lowest setting?” He breathed out, his voice in a shaky tone.

“No, it’s not.” Seungmin laughed, holding his stomach and thoroughly enjoying the chaos he had created.

“Seungmin!” You gave him a firm smack on the back of the head.

As you and Seungmin argued back and forth about how dangerous that situation could have been, Chan stood there, entranced. He could still feel the residual tingles of the electricity. Leaving little speckles of jabs and jolts in his fingers and toes. His heart was still racing, his blood pumping fiercely through his veins. He felt so alive. You pulled away from your argument with Seungmin to see Chan still standing, longingly rubbing the shock collar around his neck. Your eyes wandered down to see the unmistakable twitch of his cock in his basketball shorts. Your eyes widened like saucers at the erotic sight, Chan getting so excited from electro-stimulation? 

Later that week, Chan and you had the whole apartment to yourself. He held you close to him on the couch while the two of you caught up on your favorite television series. The events of the other night still playing in your head like a dirty movie you kept on repeat.

“That shock collar was pretty wild, huh?” you said softly, your head resting on Chan’s chest. You could feel his body tense at your question.

“Uh, yeah… Wild.” he responded almost too calmly.

“Ya know, they make sex toys like that. Ones that give you a controlled shock…down there.” You lifted your finger and pointed playfully at Chan’s cock, that was already starting to wiggle a bit at the thought. No matter how calm his voice sounded, his cock would always give him away. You loved that about him.

“Toys, huh?” Chan’s voice broke a little from nervousness. He couldn’t stop his mind from picturing the sensations that would come with being electrically shocked on his most sensitive area.

“Yeah. Maybe we should try it? Could be fun.” You tried your best to not let your voice sound too excited. You wanted to ease him into this, if this is what he wanted to try. 

After much incognito internet research, the two of you ordered the Deluxe Power E-Stim Box Kit. Chan had seen it as similar enough to the dog collar only that instead of going around his neck, it would wrap around the tip and shaft of his penis. When the package finally, and discreetly, arrived. The two of you just stared at the unmarked brown box together. Soon the waiting became too much and you found yourself ripping into the box and pulling out the contents within. Inside was a hand-held device with a bright display screen that let you choose between eight different stimulation settings. Attached to that were long wires with too different bands at the ends. One band for the tip and one band for the base. 

Chan’s eyes scanned the device as he held it in his hands. Testing the weight and strength of it. Thankfully the bands stretched enough so they seemed that would fit well. He gave you a telling look and you made your way to the bedroom. Chan walked in after you holding his new toy, his heartbeat already picking up speed. You sat on your knees on the floor below him and helped him pull off his pants. He felt a heat start to pool in the core of his abdomen at the sight of you so eagerly pulling at his clothes. His cock bounced and bobbed at your nose, thankful for the freedom. You looked up and gave him a teasing smile, taking the toy from him so you could secure it yourself. The first strap around the base was a familiar sensation to Chan, having used cock rings before. But the next strap laid flush underneath his tip. He felt a shiver shoot down his spine at the sensitive skin being touched and moved so vigorously. You made sure both straps were secure before turning your attention back to Chan. He had the remote in his hand, but he eagerly handed it to you. He knew he wanted you to be the one to push the button, just like you had done with the dog collar.

You held the remote in your hand, a similar rush overcoming you again. “You ready, Channie?” 

Chan gave you a firm nod, his abdomen already flexing and tightening at the anticipation. You turn on the remote and choose the first setting, hitting the START button. 

Charged. Intoxicating. Waves of pleasure moved through Chan’s body like lightning. The sensation was so instant, so tense that he could hardly stand. A loud, guttural noise escaped his mouth at the rousing moment of contact. His legs shook violently as he tried desperately to catch his breath. You pause for a moment, unsure if the power was too much, the voltage too high. 

“Channie…?”

“Again.” His voice dark and husky, his head lowered. He had grabbed the bed next to him for a bit of stability. The look on his face was one of blissed out determination. And you wanted nothing more than to please him. So you did, you pressed your thumb again against the START button as another wave shot through his body. Chan’s cock twitched and jerked in sync with the electric waves crashing into him His legs nearly buckled beneath him as a strangled, raspy moan left his throat. Semen poured from his cock and onto your lap as waves of stimulation continued to smother him in ecstasy. With every jolt, a new rope of semen shot aggressively from his tip and onto your waiting lap.

“...Fuck.” He gasped, hardly able to hold himself upright. “That was fucking incredible.” He exclaimed in a breathless, pathetic whimper. “We have got to do that again…”

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[oldguardleatherdog]

i was gonna just shoot an ask to say I hope that you're doing well but holy shit EDM flute is awesome

Hey callmealx, thanks for the shout, I'm doing fine!

Glad you dig my EDM flute gig - as a matter of fact, I'm back in the studio for the first time in years, working on new music for a wild collaborative performance art project that's been in development for over a year now with a queer performance collective in Berlin. The score has plenty of ambient/techno/trance elements, and my current EDM playlist is a deep well of inspiration.

For many years, I've played at clubs and warehouse parties, taking my unamplified flute and improvising along with whatever the DJ is putting through the speakers as I move through the space, aiming the notes where I sense the physics of the music will carry them, bouncing them off the walls and looking for the groove, the moments where I hook into the flow and without thinking about it anticipate the breaks and key changes and note patterns that are coming two, three, four measures ahead - and the thrill when I nail it just right and see the faces near me light up like Christmas trees and just that quick I'm gone to a fresh part of the space, sometimes with applause ringing at my back...

At a Tom of Finland warehouse party during NYC Pride in 2004, one of the go-go boys was in the green room dressing for his shift on the boxes, I had just finished my last set, my flute key pads sticky with the sweat of 2,000 shirtless guys that hung in the air, clouds of perspiration coating my head, my tongue cut and bleeding - the kid asks me what's that, I say it's my flute, well what do you do with it, I tell him I just play along with what the DJ plays -

and he starts laughing, a huge Cheshire Cat grin on his face, you mean you just put that thing together and play along? Yeah, I say. Jesus Christ! he laughs, incredulous. Holy shit, that's amazing, I've never heard of this, that's crazy shit man, and the kid is so taken with the thought he can't stop jumping around... he'd never heard of such a thing, and God I'll never forget that.

Since I was 15 years old, I've been blowing air through a metal stick with holes in it and waving my fingers up and down on it, and sometimes people are moved to tears or delighted or happy, and sometimes they just go apeshit.

This was recorded in 2001-2002. Ambient techno trance from Equa, John Neff, engineer; Rich Berman, bass; Animal J. Smith, flute.

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys

6. Sneaky Handsome Distractions

Summary: The final part of this series! Leaving it open as a bit of a sandbox so I can come back and do drabbles when I feel like it :)

Words: 1.8k

CW: General dubcon nonsense

She swore Graves and his Shadows knew exactly what she had done on her break. They watched her pass their stalls with amused and part way hungry eyes. A hand ran through her hair that caused a shiver right down her spine.

“Vargas darlin’? No accounting for taste. Next time you come to me or mine and we'll treat you right hm?” 

Jesus. Graves was something else with that molasses drawl of his and those baby blues seemingly always sparkling with some sort of mirth. She held her head high, flipping her hair over her shoulder and winking at him.

“You'd fleece me out of every cent I own.”

“Aww come on now, that's not a very nice thing to say.”

“And that's not a denial.”

“It's in my nature to want to make advantageous deals, not my fault when fine folk agree to them.”

“Good thing I'm not fine folk then so won't be tempted.”

He laughed in delight. Philip Graves loved someone with some wits about them. It was all too easy most of the time to kiss someone's soul away at the crossroads when they foolishly offered it up. Humans were so greedy for wealth, fame, power, love. This one was fun, messing with creatures that should terrify her. As far as he could see she was reaping the benefits while suffering none of the consequences. Oh she would make a wonderful demon, an even more wonderful victim. He could imagine how satisfying it would be to slide his tongue past her teeth to seal an oath where she gave her soul to him. Delicious, it had been too long since him and his Shadows had eaten something so decadent.

“You'll find I can be very temptin’ darlin’.”

“Well there appears to be a line, so better up your game.”

Preacher laughed as she walked past, absolutely aware that he would take that as a challenge. Let him honestly, the people on this boardwalk were ridiculous and she could play along. Especially if it got her head that good on breaks. 

-

The rest of the shift was fine, no more sneaky handsome distractions. Alex sent someone else to take over for the evening shift, not making an appearance himself. Maybe he was embarrassed after shoving his tongue down her throat. Or maybe he had went home with Alejandro. Again, none of her business.

By the time she was heading home the sun was dipping beneath the horizon, darkness coming quickly. She had never really minded the night time, it was more like an old friend than a threat. She preferred to work during the evening and she knew she'd have to get over her apprehension at seeing Simon or Johnny again, but one day of avoiding them wouldn't hurt.

“Hey wait up!”

Oh Christ, it was the 3rd one of that little trio jogging up to her as she walked home. She didn't slow, just raised an eyebrow and continued on her way. He jogged ahead and then turned, walking backwards so he could talk to her as she moved. Cute.

“We didn't officially meet did we Preacher? Kyle Garrick” he said, thrusting a hand out.

She didn't love that Alex had already told this man her nickname but she was nothing if not polite, so she took his hand to shake and only rolled her eyes and stopped walking when he instead took her knuckles up to press a kiss to them.

“Look buddy, I'm not going to fuck you.”

Kyle choked out a laugh. Johnny had not been kidding when he said she was a feisty little fucker. 

“Even after all the work I put in stocking your house?”

“So it was you that broke in. Not as romantic a gesture as you seem to think.”

“Hardly breaking in, you invited me. Already too fucked out by then for us to have some fun, but you're looking thoroughly unfucked right now. Heard Ale got his tongue in you well enough, but I think you need something more substantial.”

Preacher spent at least 2 whole seconds trying to maintain some sense of decorum before giving up.

“If I need something more substantial, I'll ask Konig.”

That definitely got him annoyed, stepping forward and jamming a hand between her legs to cup her cunt over her jeans.

“You won't, not when you know how well we fuck. You think Ghost and Soap gave it to you? Doll I'd destroy this little pussy, you'd never want anyone else again.”

Preacher partly believed him if she was honest, his two friends had been hands down the best fuck of her life so it would follow logic that he'd be incredible as well. Didn't mean her pride would allow it when there were frankly, a lot of other options. She leaned forward to purr into his ear.

“Would hate for you to do that to Alex, thought you were friends. Not very friendly to ruin his chances given that he kissed me today.”

With that she pushed away from him, his hand falling away as she started walking again. Her blood was certainly up, she'd be needing to take care of herself when she got in since her pussy throbbed from his aggressive proposition. 

Every fibre of Kyle's being wanted to eat her. The only thing keeping him glued to the spot was Price's oppressive aura nearby, warning him to leave it alone. Fuck. The delicate skin of her throat would shred like tissue paper under his teeth. He had licked her blood off of Johnny when he had it smeared across him so he knew she tasted fucking divine and that had only been cold blood, not warm and pumping the way it was inside of her.  

He watched her for far too long before finally being able to move, heading back to the den.

-

As Gaz paced their den Price only laughed at his frustration, commanding Johnny to calm him down. Not even MacTavish's sloppy mouth could make him stop thinking about her. They decided between the 4 of them that she was going to be theirs and she was going to do it willingly. Especially now that the others had an eye on her, it was a matter of pride to win her fair and square. Well, win her of her own volition at least even if their methods could technically be thought of as cheating.

After all, they were vampires. How hard could it be to seduce one little human?

–

“Y'all understand?”

There was a chorus of eager agreements. The Shadows would get this new girl off of amusements and into the games. She had been a temptation already, but seeing that everyone else wanted her? That really sealed her fate as soon to be theirs.

Demons were basically built to seduce humans after all. It'd be easy. 

-

Horangi couldn't move for the heavy weight crushing him, not that he'd be able to move if Konig got off. The fuck had been cathartic for both of them, thoroughly exhausting, leaving him boneless.

“I want her.”

“I know Ko, when have I ever not gotten you something you've wanted?”

Shifters were feral things, but it meant they courted far better than any other creature could hope to. It was in their instincts to seduce a mate. Shouldn't take much effort at all.

-

Rudy groaned and then immediately started huffing. The taste of her he could get from Ale's mouth just was not enough. The night only got worse when an unwelcome visitor swam in.

“What are you doing here?”

“Alejandro I'm wounded, you don't think I may just want to visit an old flame?”

“Try again.”

“Your little Preacher, I want her. We both know there is a lot of competition for such a sweet thing. So why not work together?”

It made sense. If Ale and Rudy had to share her, better it be with another siren. It was agreed they'd do it without their song to prove that they had won her with her enthusiastic and uncharmed consent. If they did it any other way no doubt it would make them look weak, like they couldn't claim a human without the use of their powers. 

Sirens weren't just charming because of their song, they could seduce humans just fine without it. And this human? They were confident about their chances.

-

“Farah please” Alex pleaded, a blade against his throat. 

His own fault really for just wandering in when he knew how she currently felt about him. He had saved her, but he had refused to go with her and Kate, had chosen to stay with the creatures that had wanted to eat her in the first place. 

“Where is this change of heart coming from?”

“...there's a girl. They've kept her alive for now, but they're not the only ones after her.”

“And she belongs with her own kind.”

Alex nodded and Farah took the blade away. Finally he got it. She'd like to meet this girl who had finally pushed him to come back to his senses, come back to her. 

They had hunted monsters of all types, hunting a human should be easy. It would be wildly satisfying to rob all of these creatures of someone they wanted to claim for themselves, shove it in their face that they could never compare to the affection humans held for one another. 

-

Preacher sighed in contentment, all cosy and ready for bed. She was just making a cup of tea when the door went. It was pretty late for visitors, but then it wasn't like anyone here was normal.

Really she shouldn't have been so happy to see him, idiot that he was. But it had been a while since Keegan’s smug little grin had been on her behalf. 

Keegan knew she'd survive, but he was feeling feral over the mixture of scents clinging to her. These fucking animals had all been pawing at her by the smell of it. 

No matter, he had been laying groundwork for years. And now here she was, in his home, ready to fall head over heels in love with him. He'd make sure of it. After all he knew the monsters that made their home in Santa Carla, and none of them had ever come up against someone quite like his Preacher before.

They stood no chance.

-

Little non-canon bonus round because I think it would be neat if Preacher was, in fact, secretly just a dragon hoarding fuckable monsters

It was nice having Keegan close. He was the first of her hoard after all. And now she had so many more to add! Preacher thought she was going to like Santa Carla just fine.

[oisins-stuff]

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five fingered freaks

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lo'ak x transm!avatar!reader

summary; little gay guys w five fingers and top surgery scars 😇

extra info; y/n became an avatar in the same way jake did, but his top surgery scars are still visible. don't ask about the science or how this makes sense it just does.

lo'ak sat in a tree with tuk, bored out of his mind like he usually was. he was grounded from flying, again, and neteyam was busy talking with someone. tuk could only entertain her older brother for so long- it was hard finding things a child and teenage boy had in common. "i don't know anyone besides my dad who did that-" neteyam could be heard below the two. lo'ak kicked a branch down, hoping it would hit his brother. "damnit lo'ak!" his brother yelled as the tree started shaking. "fuck- go!" he pushed his little sister forward, encouraging her to run. neteyam was strong enough to beat lo'ak pretty bad, and he wasn't in the mood for that. tuk got farther ahead of him, leaving him to be sacrificed. the boy heard giggling before he was swept out of the tree, holding onto something for dear life. "oh jesus fucking-" he panicked, grabbing whatever was carrying him tighter. "neteyam~! i got him!" he looked up to see a face he hadn't before, sporty a toothy smile like he'd just caught dinner for his family. lo'ak started hissing, completely forgetting about his angry brother who was charging at him like a rhino. in the blink of an eye he was on his back being tossed back and forth. "was it worth it? knocking me out with that stick?" his brother asked, holding him from falling out of the tree. "yes-" he was about to make a snarky comment but he was swept up again, this time being gently carried around as the unknown boy flew threw trees. he was dropped on the floor somewhere- he hadn't payed attention. he was more focused on the guy who brought him to his destination. five fingers. like him. and his chest looked all cut up, like he'd been in some battle.

lo'ak pretended none of that happened- mostly because admitting someone effortlessly picked him up and drug him to his home was embarrassing- but also because he didn't know much about said someone. would it be rude to ask you what happened to your chest? or who you were? or why in the fuck you had five fingers? he was silently praying that you weren't in anyway related to him because it would be humiliating having his sibling toss him around like that. "who was that." he almost growled when he and neteyam were sitting together that night. "you mean the guy who tossed you around like a fucking rag doll?" he started laughing, stopping when he got a punch in his arm. "it's a new dude. said he got here the same way dad did or something. talk to dad about it he'd know more." there was no way in hell he was gonna ask his dad about it.

"neteyam~!! good mooorninggg!" the 'new dude' came bursting in to find neteyam, but instead found a tired lo'ak shoving his knees into his face to drown out the noise. "oh. good morning! wheres neteyam?" he came to the side of lo'aks bed. "lo'ak!" he grabbed his arm, shaking him a little. lo'ak groaned, reaching his hand back to push the person off of him, "what..?" he mumbled into his pillow. his wandering hand reached the others hip, which was unexpected to both of them. lo'ak kept sleeping. "fine, you little dick. i'll go find him and tell him you went flying!" y/n shoved lo'aks arm into his bed before walking out, lo'ak springing up. neteyam would believe his friend, and tell their dad. he sprinted out the door, only to find y/n waiting, who broke into a sprint when he saw lo'ak. lo'ak ran after him. the boy was jumping from tree to tree, swinging through vines, way faster than lo'ak. he was just tired, he'd catch up soon. they both stopped when neteyam popped down in front of them, evidently waiting in a tree. "oh jesus fucking christ-" y/n started to fall off of the branch, catching himself on a plant and pulling himself back up. "what made you two think it was a good idea to be so loud this early in the morning? you're lucky nobody woke up!" he whispered, grabbing y/n by the ear.

y/n grabbed neteyam wrist, leaning in so his ear wasn't ripped off. lo'ak laughed at y/ns pained hiss, right before his legs were kicked almost making him fall. neteyam let go of y/n, releasing him to pounce on his brother. y/n pinned lo'aks hands down by his head, "is it really fucking funny?" he was smiling a little, distracted by the blushing boy under him. lo'ak took it as an opportunity to push him off, shoving him into the branches below. "you kiss yet?" neteyam asked, helping lo'ak stand again. "what..?" lo'ak was hoping he had heard wrong. "i said, have you kissed yet? it's obvious you like eachother, even if you won't admit it." neteyam got on his knees to see if the boy was in ear shot. "he can't hear us, so just tell me or i'll tell him." he stood again, pressing a finger to his younger brothers chest playfully. lo'ak slapped his hand away, "fine. i guess i do. he's funny and seems nice so far and he obviously makes you happy, since you're still talking." lo'ak was looking down, wondering if his next question was appropriate. "what's up with his chest?" he looked back to his brother, tilting his head a little. "a surgery. he was born a girl, said he's transgender or something. some crazy shit about getting his chest flattened, he said he used to get bullied for it. i guess i'm just glad he feels safer here." neteyam sat, legs swinging under the branch as lo'ak did the same. "oh, wow.." lo'ak didn't know how to feel about it. it wasn't bad, it was just different. if he actually got serious with him- the 5 fingered trans guy- how would that effect them? he was already considered a freak, would mating with another 5 fingered guy make it worse?

before lo'ak could say anything, his legs were tugged and he flew to the branch below him. he was being held up by his hips as y/n tried to make sure he didn't fall. no words were exchanged before y/n was pulling him down further by the wrist, out of neteyams earshot. y/n stopped, pushed him against the tree and sat in front of him, motioning for him to do the same. "did you mean it?" he wasn't looking at lo'ak, almost as if he was embarrassed. "well, yeah. you're cool. i mean- if you liked me, i'd be okay with it..." lo'ak kept his eyes on y/ns turned head. the shorter boys tail started swaying faster than before, and his ears perked up a little. lo'ak chuckled at his unintentional display of joy. "i guess i wouldn't mind if you liked me, either. as long as you're okay with kissing a trans guy." he looked back to lo'ak, waiting for the rejection he had expected. instead, lo'ak got closer. shifting his gaze from one eye to the next, he smirked, trying to ignore his practically wagging tail. y/n turned towards him on his knees and lo'ak put his hand on his hip, making him tense a little. "you mean we could kiss?" he asked, his face inching closer by the second. y/ns eyes widened as he sat up straighter, his ears against his head as his heart started racing. "if you wanna.." he barely finished his sentence before lo'aks lips were on his, hands on his neck and cheek. y/n slipped his hands to lo'aks neck as lo'ak slipped his hands to y/ns hips. lo'ak pulled him closer, it wasn't a heated makeout or anything like y/n had seen on tv before. it was gentle, smiling into each others lips and pulling the other as close as they could. lo'ak pulled away, watching y/n study his face, head tilted to the side. he looked worried, as if he had done something wrong. "i liked it, relax." the two smiled at each other as lo'ak laid back, y/n resting his head on his chest. they fell asleep, and when neteyam came to check on them he decided to let them be.

[illusioninfnty]

Outlast: Chapter Six (Sam Giddings x Reader)

Vengeance

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4K

2:32

When you came to, your ears were ringing, your vision was blurred, and your head was pounding. Among all of the sensory overload, you also could feel a strong tug on your bicep.

“Come on, we gotta go!” Mike’s voice invades your ears, bringing you back to where you were. That’s right—he had just set the sanatorium ablaze by shooting at one of the gates.

The heat of the flames surrounding you alerts you to the severity of your situation, and you take Mike’s hand as he hoists you up.

“This way!” he yells, dragging you behind him as you hack from the smoke.

You aren’t entirely sure where you are until you get hit with a blast of cool air, immediately knowing that Mike was able to guide you two to the entrance and back outside.

“How the fuck—” you wheeze, “are you not hurt by that?” You wince as you trudge through the snow, your whole body sore from the impact of the blast earlier.

You felt like utter shit, while Mike was standing there looking as though he didn’t break so much as a sweat.

“I was able to run back a bit,” he replies. “You got the brunt of it. Sorry.”

You shake your head, indicating to him that you didn’t care. “Better than both of us, I guess.”

Mike holds onto your arm in an attempt to steady you and he leads the two of you back the way you came. “Okay, so I’m thinking we can go through the mines. Hopefully we can get a straight path close to the lodge.”

You internally groan. He wanted to go through the mines? That was quite possibly the worst place for you to be going in given the current situation. You wanted to persuade Mike that a different route would be better, but you knew he would never believe you if you told him exactly what was out here.

“But what if it leads us somewhere else?” you try to argue, “We’d be completely screwed.”

“It can’t be any worse than where we already are.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that.

He sighs. “Look, it’s the best chance we got. Besides, I don't think either of us should be out in the cold any longer than we already have. The mines will offer some protection.” 

You scoff when he says protection. If only he knew. “Fine. Since you’re not going to budge on the issue.” You push past him and head towards the entrance of the mines.

Mike narrows his eyes at you, able to catch up quickly due to you still being a bit out of it from before. “The fuck is it you’re not telling me?” His words are stressed, irritation clear in his voice.

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to lash out. Now wasn’t the time to get into an argument, especially after the two of you had only just recently made up mere hours ago. “It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

He tugs you back, not letting you end the conversation. “No, I want you to tell me what the hell is going on.” You glare at him, refusing to answer. You pull your arm out of his grip and walk ahead. It wasn’t worth it to tell Mike the crazy truth. You didn’t believe it when you first heard it, so you knew he wouldn’t either. If anything, he’d probably just laugh in your face and tell you to be serious.

“Jesus fucking Christ, stop being so stubborn!” You give him the finger, not looking back. 

“I know you’re hiding something from me.” Mike calls out your name, but you continue to ignore him. “What’s so bad that you can’t tell me?” His voice keeps getting louder and louder, and it makes your head pound as it echoes off of the walls in the mines. “Do you know more about why Jessica is fucking dead?”

You finally still at the mention of your friend’s death, turning back at Mike with a glare. “I had nothing to do with that. I was just as fucking shocked as you were. I tried my best to help.” You try to ignore the way your voice quivers. You couldn’t be thinking about what could’ve been done—you needed to be on high alert for what may happen at any second now.

“Please, Tex. How am I supposed to help out if I don’t know what the fuck is going on here?”

You wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t have to help, that you could handle this all on your own. But you couldn’t utter out the words, you couldn’t lie to your friend. You desperately wanted the whole situation to be handled under your control. Speaking about it would only bring exactly what you feared an even closer reality than it already was. One of your friends was already dead, you weren’t going to let any more die if you could help it.

“I’m sorry, Mike. I really am. But this is stuff that is far beyond comprehension, alright?” You didn’t want him to think you were withholding information maliciously. “Just know that not everything is as it seems.” With that, you pivot on your heel and continue forward, hoping you’ll someone end up back at the lodge—and more importantly, back to Sam.

3:05

The first few things that Sam notices when she wakes up is that she is A.) absolutely freezing and B.) tied to a chair.

She was still in her towel, the cool air coming from the grates doing nothing to warm her barely covered body. She knew she was in the basement just by how dingy the air around her felt.

It takes her a couple of seconds to focus but when she does, the events from earlier come rushing back. She was in the bath, and then she was getting chased. That psycho had found her and forced a mask on her face—she was put to sleep. She realized. And worst of all, there was that video of Josh.

A strangled sob leaves Sam’s lips as she remembers the terrible sight of Josh, tied up and hanging, being cut in half by that saw, his insides spilling out—

Sam flinches and shakes her head to get rid of that image. Whoever killed Josh, whoever chased her and tied her up, was still out there and she needed to escape and warn the others.

She wondered where everyone was and silently hoped that they were all okay. It had been awhile since she had seen any of them, given how long she had taken in the bath. She remembered seeing a glimpse of Ashley in that video, which meant Chris was most likely there too. It was possible that the two of them were able to escape, relieving Sam of some of the stress in her system.

For the first time this night, she was finally grateful that Josh had made you leave the lodge. She imagined that you were huddled in the cabin, probably having the most awkward interaction with Mike and Jess. The image brings the smallest hint of a smile to her face.

“Okay, now it’s time to figure out how the hell I’m getting out of here.” Sam speaks out loud to herself, aware that she was completely alone. She tugs at her arms that were tied behind the back of the chair, but there was little give. She knew she couldn’t release herself, and hoped that someone, anyone, would pass by soon.

To her relief—and her surprise—not even a minute later she heard the sound of footsteps coming from a distance, the open grate that she had cursed earlier providing her with the noise she craved.

She was about to cry out for whoever it was, but she stopped herself. Should she really risk it? Sam quickly weighed her options. She was already tied up, she couldn’t do much to defend herself. It was more than likely that it was one of her friends (or you, in the best case scenario) who were looking for her after her earlier disappearance. Before she could even make the decision herself, two figures approach the grate cautiously. She instantly recognized Mike, standing in front of the other person.

And when Sam sees your worried face peer out from behind him, she could have cried right then and there.

Character Traits: 

Honest: 4/10 ↓

Charitable: 9/10 

Funny: 4/10  

Brave: 10/10 

Romantic: 5/10

Curious: 5/10 

Relationship Status:

Ashley: 6/10 

Chris: 8/10 

Emily: 5/10  

Jess: 3/10 

Josh: 9/10 

Matt: 7/10 

Mike: 5/10 ↓

Sam: 10/10

Chapter Five || Chapter Seven

[ckkookie]

HMM?

Topic - when your mafia husband gets jealous

Crack, jealousy, feat Park Jimin

PART 2

- AT THE PARTY -

" just stay by my side " He whispered to me as we walked inside the hall with hand in hand "Got it?" He looked at me as I was still gawking over the decorations like an amazed kid. He rolled his eyes while pinching my hand. I winced. "aah wha- " "what did I tell you just now Mrs. Jeon? " " To not irritate you or bother you and stay far away from you in a secluded are---" " This women jesus christ! " He groan in a low tone only audible to both of us while gritting his teeth tightly and looking away while cursing. I pout "he always tells me the same when we go to his friends party." I thought to myself "This is not my friends party y/n! " He spoke through gritted teeth while I widen my eyes smiling at our telepathy. "what! Stop smiling like an idiot now. Act like a woman for god's sake. " He said and looked straight. "What did he mean by act like a woman. Why should I act like a women when i already am ! He is really dumb and innocent sometimes " I thought to myself while looking at his side profile in pity. But still I looked around at other women and it clicked some sense. I understood and puffed my chest out like them . Jungkook's mother: ohh y/n! Jungkook! Come ! You came just on the right time. She said while coming towards us with wide open arms. She hugged us both at same time and we chatted for a while

- after an hour -

Jungkook told me to stay by his side but eomma dragged me towards her friends. It was so awkward They were all middle aged women bragging about their wealth and childrens while I was all tensed up. I could feel jungkook's stern gaze at me every second as if he was observing my every move. I was already stuck in awkwardness plus his gaze was making me shudder. "umm….eomma….i'll get a soft drink, Do you need anything " I said softly to her in a low tone. " no it's fine. I don't need anything. You Go ahead. " She spoke while i turned my feets away from the group marching outside towards the bar to get a soft drink for myself while sighing in great releif. I was sipping my drink when ???: HII..!! I flinched softly on the sudden high pitched familiar tone. I turned around and gasped. "JIMIN ! " I exclaimed loudly. He grinned and hugged me tightly.I was also going to hug him back impulsively but halted my hands midway as soon as my sparkling eyes met those familiar dark dangerous glares. " how are you y/n! It's been a long time." "Ye-yeah…. H-How are you here? " was that dumb? " what do you mean!! I'm jungkook's cousin !Of course I would be invited here, wont I? " "o-oh yeah! Sorry!" He chuckled. JK's POV - This girl ! she's really something. She knows clearly how much I dislike jimin. Even though he's my cousin that doesn't change the fact that he's a damn flirt. I've literally warned y/n tons of times to stay away from him or atleast maintain a safe distance but no. freaking everytime she runs into his arms staright away. What is even so special in his small arms. damn women runs away from me all the time but is now glued to this shorty.I grip the scotch in my and more tightly glaring at the two happy souls enjoying to the fullest. I was shooting daggers at them. The fvck. That extra short rat's tail just tugged her hairs behind her ear.Wait a damn minute. THE SHORTY TUGGED MY WOMAN'S HAIRS BEHIND HER EAR AND THE AUDACITY THIS WOMAN IS SMILING!!!Now this was more than enough. The damn vixen's tongue slips around me but cant stop blabbering around him . I grit my teeth more firmly while clenching my jaw more tightly at the view. Just great!! She acts all innocent, scared and shy infront of me but has the nerves to laugh and pat that shorty's shoulder. I bet my shoulders are much more masculine and enjoyable but my woman will never touch them even won't dare to look at them.The grip of my hand on the glass tighten as I witness MY wife swaying her hands through his hairs. "huh great ! " i scoffed and stomped towards them. Y/n's pov Me and jimin we both were chatting and gossiping after so long. At first I was really apprehensive of jungkook, knowing exactly how much he dislikes jimin. Only god knows why? Even though jimin is his own cousin, the two men never meddled with other. Eomma says it worsen after our marriage. God knows what's wrong with my man! I always enjoyed jimin's company. He was truly a brother figure for me in this massive mafia world around my husband. I was glad I had him. We both were enjoying. I knew jungkook's gaze was on me but as jimin started joking around and the laughters started arousing between us, I completely forgot my husband. I was so engrossed in jimin's jokes but not until...... Jungkook: Looks like Mrs. Jeon is ENJOYING tonight.

[blogofloathing]

Part 3 of 4, Part 4 Comes Out Later Next Week!!

Against all wishes, to be doing.. anything else.. he turned the handle, and pushed, it was heavier than it had looked.

Though this weight could be mainly attributed to the massive wave of sound pressing back against his attempt.

But nonetheless, open the rickety old door he did

And what he saw made absolutely no sense, it was so unexpected as to be nearly comedic.

There was his pal Ernst, sitting on the floor, playing his cello as hard and as loud as possible.

Gygan could see his muscles visibly straining with the great effort of his wild performance.

Gygan chuckled to himself, feeling a weight fall off of his shoulders, as if previously carrying the entire world on them.

He was almost surprised to not hear it make an audible *THUNK*.

It was fine, everything was fine. This welcome relief did little to dull the sound however, as Ernst didn't seem to notice him.

He opened his mouth, but was momentarily taken aback at nothing coming out

before realizing that, he was speaking. The tune was so loud he couldn't hear his own damn voice coming from his own mouth.

Fuckin hell what was Ernst even tryin to do? Well regardless Gygan needed to get him to stop with that godawful sound. He shouted, still no sound.

He screamed, he screamed so hard surely he would go deaf from his own voice alone, nothin.

Ugh Jesus fucking Christ okay clearly he won't be able to hear me, Gygan resolved.

Before walking right over and giving Ernst a good *THWAP* on the head. Hard enough to make him drop his cello with a dramatic clatter.

The sudden silence was almost as deafening as the sound, like a sonic boom the absence of that horrendous melody slammed into Gygan's ears.

He both felt and heard his ears pop sickeningly, Gygan was just about ready to pass out.

But this was about Ernst and he was gonna figure out just what the fuck is going on, now.

Waving his hand infront of his buddy's face back and forth, "yo! Ernst! Fuck's goin on with you??"

Gygan said exasperated, this whole situation was so bizarre he wouldn't be surprised to just wake up.

It took his friend a solid thirty seconds to stop miming the cello in his empty hands. Staring dead ahead as if to look anywhere else was impossible.

When Ernst finally snapped out of it, he looked at Gygan, then looked at the cello laying a few feet away from them on the floor. Eyes growing wide.

"Seriously man what's up with you? Those letters? That.." Gygan winced, almost whispering "sound.."

"You can't just be all cryptic and shi-" but finish his sentence he could not, overtaken by "Gygan you have to get out now, I'm serious Gygan, please!"

Gygan stood perplexed, so he sends him a bunch of concerning letters and now he's getting kicked out?? What kinda stunt was Ernst trying to pull??

Laughing a little as he replies "dude what? I don't get you man-" once again stamped out with a much more frantic "you have to go now!" And he wasn't laughing, something in his gut felt wrong.

"Once I stop playing, the rift-" he began, but a rumbling like the loudest drum roll sang within both of their skeletons, rattling them to the core.

"You, have, to, go!" Ernst repeated, punctuating each word with another push of Gygan towards the stairs, he resisted, "dude, buddy Ernst calm down for a sec" he didn't understand what was going on

But heed him he did not, "just go!" Ernst screamed in his face, practically throwing him down the stairs, and slamming the attic door shut after him.

Tough crowd huh? Though, as Gygan started back up the steps, to hopefully knock some sense into his friend, a nauseating feeling washes over him.

The air shifted in every part of the house, a subtle change that set Gygan's hairs on their ends.

And a stomach churning creaking, as if the whole house was flexing and bending. Bending inwards.

Fuck fuck what the fuck?? Gygan tried clumsily to dash up the stairs, stumbling as the entire house seemed to rock side to side. Shaking violently.

Eyes darting around desperately for salvation, he watched as Ernst's living room tore itself apart.

Books and papers flying around the room. As if a tornado squatted in his home while he was away.

His living room seemed to melt and solidify back and forth in a chaotic, jagged lava procession.

Bottles of apple juice and paintings of cellos falling and shattering on the floor, then reforming and shattering again, adding to the cacophony.

The wallpaper pattern seemed to be staring only at him, pointedly and expectantly, eyes that weren't there shot daggers into Gygan as he stared on.

And despite all wishes to be doing anything else, he trudged up the staircase, feet made of lead..

Part 3 END, Too Big For 3 So Now It's 4 Parts!!

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I had to write it okay?

I'm so sorry.

Warninsg: trauma mentions, abuse mentions, daddy issues, a mother and her daughter trapping the other family members outside on a hot day.

"Carol, I don't know what to do! I've been trying to hard to make a connection, but everytime we get close he pulls away!" Eathan ranted as he sat on the bed.

"Darling.... almost 29 years of abuse and neglect... he doesn't know what to do.... I can tell he likes you, but he's afraid you're gonna leave him," Carolyn explained.

"But if he would just let me be a father figure to him-"

"I must remind you, dear, that in this scenario he is still the child and you are the adult. Yes he needs to make an effort himself, but you can't give up on him. Thats not fair to our family," Carolyn spoke.

Eathan nodded. "I wish he didn't hate me so much," he stated.

"He doesn't. He's just scared," Carolyn replied.

. . .

The next day the entire family was taking a small walk throughout the castle.

Alison and Eathan walked ahead, talking and laughing while Alistar trailed behind.

Carolyn slowed her pace to walk alongside her son.

"He's trying, you know," Carolyn muttered.

"He shouldn't. I'm not his problem.... the only reason I'm in the same room as him is because Rosa, and the kids are with Ella and Eli," Alistar muttered.

"Alistar, I'm sorry about what John did to you. And I'm sorry I couldn't stop it.... but John was not your father. Not in the way that matters. And Eathan is trying so hard to be that for you, but you have to let him," Carolyn stated.

Alistar sighed and looked away stubbornly.

Carolyn sighed as well before wlaking up to her daughter and whispering so only she could hear.

"We need to stick them in a room together. Alone," Carolyn whispered.

Alison raised an eyebrow before glancing back at her melancholy brother.

"Agreed. I know just the place," Alison whispered in response.

The group made their way up to one of the towers until they were outside in the spotters section of the tower.

"Uhhhh Mom. What are we doing up he-"

The door below them closed and locked.

"Carolyn what in the world are you doing?" Eathan asked as he sped to the door, attempting to open it.

"You boys need to talk and this is the only way it's gonna happen!" Carolyn shouted.

"What- ALICE. open the door!" Alistar exclaimed.

"Sorry, big bro! You need to get past your differences!" Alison shouted.

"Oh my go- come on, really?!" Alistar exclaimed, annoyed.

No answer.

"Alison Brennan if you don't open the door right now I'm telling mom about the ferret!" Alistar yelled.

Still no answer.

Alistar sighed harshly and sat back against the bricks of the tower.

"Girls come on. It's supposed to be incredibly hot today!" Eathan yelled only to glance over and see lots of water. "Damn," he muttered.

The boys were quiet.

Eathan paced back and fourth nervously.

"Can you stop? I'm trying to focus on not looking down or realizing how high up I am," Alistar stated.

"I'm sorry, kid. I pace when I'm nervous," Eathan replied.

Alistar rolled his eyes.

Hours passed and the heat got bad.

Alistar sat there, sweating.

"Jesus christ. Hey it's on them. If Rosa finds out that I'm dead of heat stroke cause of this, she'll go after Mom and Alice. Either way I'm safe," Alistar muttered.

".... why don't you like me?" Eathan asked.

"What do you care, old man? It's not like I'm ending your relationship with my mom," Alistar stated.

"No.... but I want to marry your mother.. I want her son to at least like me... and from what I hear, your biological father wasnt..... a good person," Eathan explained.

Alistar stayed silent.

Another hour passed.

"Jesus. Fuck this," Alistar muttered before practically peeling his shirt off.

Eathan's eyes widened.

All of the scars on his body looked bad....

"Kid-"

"I'm not your kid," Alistar muttered.

"What did all that?" Eathan asked.

"..... My dad," Alistar answered.

All eathan could do was stare with worried eyes.

"Look its.. it was a long time ago okay? Its..... fine i guess," Alistar muttered.

"He did that? How?!" Eathan asked.

"What you've never been whipped before?" Alistar attempted to joke, earning a worried look. "Look it's not your business. Leave me alone," Alistar huffed.

"Why do you do that?" Eathan asked.

"What?"

"Why is it, everytime we get comfortable talking about anything at all, you immediately pull away. I'm trying so hard to be a father figure to you, but you just won't accept my sympathy!" Eathan explained.

"I don't want your stupid sympathy! I get enough of it from my family all because I was my dad's physical pushing bag target. You dont know me! you shouldn't have to know me! What do you even fucking care?! I'm only a few years away from 30 and you treat me like im 17!" Alistar yelled.

"Yeah because you never got to BE 17, Kid!"

"Call me 'kid' ONE more time I swear to god!" Alistar shouted.

"I do that because you never got to be a kid! You never got to play, or have a childhood!" Eathan yelled.

"Yeah well its not you problem, dad!" Alistar shouted.

It went silent, the only thing being heard would be the birds and the breeze.

Alistar's eyes were wide as his hands shook.

Eathan made his way toward Alistar and pulled him into a hug.

Alisyar broke down crying in his Dad's arms.

Moments passed before the door opened.

Alistar and Eathan jumped apart and immediately ran into the cold castle.

"Oh thank God for stone walls-" Alistar sighed as he leaned against the cold stone.

"How'd it go?" Carolyn asked.

".... from my perspective? It went well," Eathan stated with a smile smile.

"Duuuuude you're practically melting!!!!" Alison laughed as she patted her brother's back.

"You know what, Alice? At least I got a tan!" Alistar stated.

"And you're still too white," Alison smirked.

"We're literally the same skin color, you ass," Alistar glared.

"Oh stop insulting one another! For goodness sake!" Carolyn scolded before wlaking with her kids.

Eathan trailed behind, only to be met with Alistar right next to him.

"I'm sorry about how I've been acting.... I have a lot of suppressed trauma.. my friend has been trying to work on being more open to emotions with me," Alistar stated.

"Its okay kid. Are we good?" Eathan asked.

"We're good, dad," Alisyar smiled.

[the-firebird69]

The max are the ones who ran the Trinity test program they're the ones who are radiated people and they do try this during construction I am and they like the idea of having multiple crews and different races it's going forward now that they are accepting the plan we haven't even met yet what time the program sheet out I am a whole bunch of might have the same plan so they said that before and it turned out to be Tommy f but in this case it is Tommy Allen and it is the max and they want to move him so they get it they're on it and we are too we see that they're very abusive the time is very loose and they're very arrogant

#the meeting went well and the attendees were all there and the meetings are going in order right now in the second meeting. Everyone had great questions and we had answers and everybody has their own projects we had a list of projects somewhere added and actually a few deleted and a few new ones from businesses and government now I'm going to redo the the dossier there on project manual when you date it and the second meeting the second meeting is going okay we have several questions they're asked why they were in the first meeting then get right down to it didn't want to get picked on and pushed out and not everybody's there in the second meeting and it went well and it's going well but really it's only 10 minutes long

You're the third meeting with Dave he seems a bit hostile when I get pushed out they restated his idea and he said good

Who's getting pieces of meeting even on tape and say it's a real meeting women happy and you came out happy well we hope it's not over yet so they're handling the meeting and it's going on it says it's us just wondering if this company made it and yeah it's in the brochure in the back on manufacturers they like the time frames they don't believe ours so they probably do a mix and probably stick with them and a lot of cases. You like so exciting and he wants to be in the next meetings up front and grab the big iced tea is drinking a lot of it says good is eating something we asked a couple questions it says I'm eating right now no he's trying to answer I don't know the answer that but I'll find out who's number of houses this is like 20 to 30 they said everyone else is doing that and he asked about Tommy f's character I was handling it and he says pretty well it's like 40 houses total it's pretty calm and he needs to have some normalcy in his life sounds so good. So he's happy with that yes what your role is and we don't see him there you should have some kind of role. Like this I got kicked around for a long time we heard it and we heard it and you said yeah we're going to go ahead and do that.. and it's working it's a little tired since a few more swings let's go to the restroom nope is it he's getting a little hydrated yes a few more questions it's almost done. He gets up and thanks for going then he goes off and he's talking to Trump and he says the meeting went well all this stuff is fine and it's about Jasmine but we have to do something to survive and you actually do anything dinner for me tonight and BG I need you to hang on to it for him you can see the movies I have their own Starfleet it's also have infiltrator stuff you need like I was going to storm with people awake and I said what store you didn't test it no Arcadia he said Jesus Christ then what is a ghost. And Dan and Chris are laughing. Hello everyone my drinking it's awesome for a certain one then two and orange juice and some other stuff. Takes the orange juice and drinks at all I did have drinks huh just fear. They're not afraid of people there except for one of them one and a half so we're doing the meeting and he's okay and we're talking about it it says please stop for a minute and he's looking at the brochure and it's reading it and he can't see anything now now as well lit. Is going over stuff and reading it so is there a really really well organized and I told her who and she said she's done before after storms we have two but she has a local flavor area and she's a local person and cares about the area. And he was pleased with that and he's going through it all and reading it and he's looking at things and we're talking about it so it could be a while we have questions and answers and it started it's going to published we'll get back to

Hera

We had a great meeting this is a great idea and what you say is without Jenna it would not have worked as well and you're right she organized it and we weren't going to do that because we want to see if they come together but you know what sometimes people need to see someone cares about it and they women or tired and can't do it anymore. So you getting a little smile and things are getting a little better and we'll see what happens as a woman are coming up we have stuff for them and even a model and see if it works we can start dates as early as this Friday for carrots and tear out and really can do it before that it's process to do it and bugs him all that you have to submit all the stuff it's already Wednesday tomorrow but yeah you're right could be Friday and we can do 10 rounds all week because it's a threat to security and people like it this is garbage crap it's my little project he says they're laughing goods did Michael's responsible man he started laughing and he said not smiling he says this is what it was like he means he organized and actually had his books and I had a project book for my project and he goes you know how he learned it in school and told me to do a project book it's mumbling it was a nice time it was a good childhood but boy the mental hospital is terrible no one should ever be subjected to that and everything backfires and we know about it and smile says we certainly do this will help I don't need to do much but ride my bike around it's a little tiring. So is this me too and we're doing it and we're getting there it looks so older more austere and we're listening so we'll come back in a moment

You're saying it's going good and everybody's listening in attentive and they're getting things done it's a smart idea and we know you came up with it and so did Thor and Freya and several others are helping and he said finally and I've never had a redevelopment meeting and I do understand that you're just trying to get in to get in there and figure out what to do but this really organized it in your system works and thank God he says but that's pretty cool that's pretty cool and we can fill in with a white building and stuff and different contracts will be used but boy what an idea wow even she was amazed this is how is he doing this this better not be magic she came in and she goes out break it it'll never work and sees it and was amazed this is how and the bear wants it in the incentives and she said this guy is full of pork or something and they're talking about it says no it's a group and they're big and they look like Max but we don't think so and foreigners with us and they start laughing and saying we are being invaded yes. So the meeting is going good and we're going to publish

Olympus

[corrodedhawkins]

Birthday Sex: Part Two

Pairing: Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI), language, Perv!Eddie, threesome (fmf), oral (m! and f! receiving), praise, grinding, male masturbation, unprotected sex, cum play

“I think the birthday boy deserves a treat.”

You smile up at him, nodding your head towards her. “Go ahead then.”

Eddie’s hand hovers over Jess’ head, unsure if he has permission to touch.

She peers up at him shyly, “you can touch me.”

He threads his hand in her hair at the base of her skull, doing the same to you a moment later.

He pulls you both in and guides you forward, groaning as your tongues dart out lick over the head teasingly.

Your tongues lave over either side of his cock, meeting at the tip to tangle together in a messy, dirty kiss.

“Jesus Christ”, Eddie groans, lip bitten between his teeth. His hands tighten in your hair, nails scratching over your scalp in an attempt to ground himself.

He watches, transfixed as you practically make out on his cock, knowing he’ll have this memory stored in his spank bank for the rest of his life.

After awhile he gets bolder, no longer nervous about spooking you two by being too rough. Using his hold on your hair, he pulls Jess down to his balls and you onto his cock.

“Fuck”, he moans around a laugh, still having trouble believing this is actually happening. “You’re both so fucking good, gonna kill me.”

You pull one of his balls into your mouth, sucking and licking just the way you know he likes.

You and Jess switch so he’s in her mouth now, his hips twitching up to bury himself deeper. She gags, throat spasming around him as he pulls her off with a hand on the back of her head.

“Shit, ‘M’sorry”, Eddie pets at her hair in apology.

“It’s fine”, Jess pants, looking up at Eddie with a smirk. “I can take it.”

She sucks in one last deep breath and swallows his cock in one go, head held still once her nose rests against his pubic bone so he can feel himself bump the back of her throat.

You pick that very moment to lick from behind his balls up to the base of his cock, making him yelp and pull you both off of him.

“Ohmygod”, he pants. “Stop, I don’t wanna cum yet.”

You lay your head on his thigh, peering up at him with a smirk. “So, what do you want now, birthday boy?”

Eddie huffs around a laugh, “can I—can I watch you two together for a bit?”

Jess grabs your hand, leading you into bed with her, “any requests?”

He shakes his head, hair flying around his shoulders. “Surprise me.” Undressing quickly, he sits opposite you two, settling in to watch.

Settling on top of Jess, you claim her lips for a passionate kiss. You’re putting on a show just for Eddie, kisses deep and slow, full of moans and sighs.

Your hands roam, slowly undressing each other until you’re grinding together, no barriers between you.

Jess spreads her legs, making room for you to slot your leg between hers, giving you both somewhere to grind your cores. You can feel how hot and wet the other is, the slick sounds of your wetness filling the room.

She breaks away from your kiss, head tilting down to latch onto your throat, leaving a trail of bites and kisses down to your breasts.

You cry out as she takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking softly on the bud.

Eddie groans, moving from his spot on the end of the bed to sit right next to you, watching your every move intently.

“Turn over”, Jess whispers with one last kiss to your breast, waiting for you to settle back against the mattress.

You look over at Eddie, his hands balled into fists at his side.

“Doing okay?”, you ask.

“Y—yeah? I…can I touch myself? I want to fuck you and if I don’t cum now I’ll last two seconds.”

Jess laughs as she slides on top of you, tongue lapping at your other nipple.

Your head tips back, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. “Yeah—fuck, go ahead babe.”

Eddie spits in his palm, hand nearly slapping down onto his cock as he hurries to get a hand around himself.

He watches as Jess lets go of your nipple, kissing her way down your body until she stops at your mound.

She glances at him, laughing softly when he whines and bucks up into his hand.

Once you spread your legs for her, she dips down to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit, tongue swirling around the bud before she sucks it into her mouth.

A strangled moan escapes you, hands flying to Jess’ shoulders to hold onto. “Hah—have you done this before?”

You feel Jess nod against you, not stopping as her nose bumps against your clit deliciously.

You reach your hand out for Eddie, needing something more than Jess’ shoulder to ground yourself.

“S’good?”, Eddie practically slurs as he takes your hand, already so close to cumming.

“Yes”, you whimper, high and needy.

Jess lifts her head, wiping her mouth on her shoulder before she looks at Eddie. “You close?”

“Extremely”, he pants.

“C’mere.” She moves over to make room for Eddie to kneel between your spread legs. “I want you to cum right here”, she taps one finger against your clit.

Eddie groans, fist pumping quickly over his cock as he cums, his release hitting your clit to drip down your slit.

He collapses onto his side, chest heaving as he watches Jess settle back between your thighs, lapping his cum from your folds.

You’re whimpering, practically riding her face, Eddie’s cum slicking the way as she devours you.

It doesn’t take long until your legs start to shake, Jess holding you in place as you cum on her tongue.

By the time you’re catching your breath, Eddie has recovered from his orgasm, nearly pouncing on Jess, crowding into her space until she’s on her back underneath him.

“You’re a fucking menace”, he growls as he captures her lips in a rough, dirty kiss.

You roll over to look at them, body still trembling with aftershocks.

“Yeah, what the fuck was that?”, you laugh. “Where did you learn to suck pussy like that?”

Jess turns bright red, hiding in the crook of Eddie’s neck. “Summer camp going into Junior year”, you hear her mumble.

“Oh, look who’s shy now”, he teases, smoothing a comforting hand over her arm.

She slaps at his chest, laying back down against the mattress, “oh fuck off.”

You slide in next to her, pecking a kiss to the side of her mouth. “That was really fucking good, thank you. Should I return the favor?”

“Actually”, she says, looking from your to Eddie, “I was thinking he could fuck me, if you’re okay with it?”

He groans, fingers gripping the base of his cock. “Aaand I’m hard again.”

You laugh, nodding your chin towards him “yeah, go for it.”

“You’re sure?”, he asks, eyes searching yours.

“Yes, it’s fine, I promise”, you insist.

Eddie smiles wide, leaning over to kiss your lips. “I fuckin’ love you.”

“I love you too”, you say fondly. “Go have fun.”

With one last peck to your lips, he turns back to Jess, kissing her again, softer this time.

You watch as he licks into her mouth, grinding his cock against her hip. His fingers trail down to toy with her nipples, stroking and pinching until she squirms under him.

Replacing his fingers, he bites and sucks her breasts as she bucks up, shoving her chest into his face.

His fingers travel down to slide through her folds, collecting her wetness.

“Shit, you’re so wet”, he moans, moving his fingers up to toy with her clit. “Did you like sucking her pussy?”

Jess sighs, a breathy “yeah” escaping as she bucks up into his touch.

Two fingers move down to slip into her, crooking them up until she whimpers, grabbing onto Eddie’s arm as she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Please”, she begs.

“Please what?”, he asks, pressing a kiss to her jaw.

“Fuck me. I need it”, Jess whines.

Eddie chuckles, “yeah? You need me to split you open on this cock?”

You’re starting to get wet again, listening to Eddie talk like this. His particularly filthy ramblings have always done it for you, but you’d never realized just how much you would enjoy hearing him say it to someone else.

“Please”, she begs, wrapping her legs around him, crossing them behind his back to pull him closer.

He slides into her slowly, groaning when she clenches down around him. Her nails rake down his back as he ruts into her slow and deep, feeling every inch of him.

They rock together, moaning into each other’s mouths as you watch, eyes transfixed on where his cock is sinking into her.

Eddie’s hips pull back slowly, snapping into her hard and rough. She wails, back arching as she buries her hands in his hair.

“Turn over”, he pulls out and flips her over before she can move, grabbing her hips to hike her ass up. He slams back into her, setting a punishing pace.

Jess claws at the sheets, high needy moans escaping her.

You move to sit in front of her, smoothing her hair away from her face. “Feeling good?”

She nods, whimpering she grinds back onto him.

Eddie grabs her hips harder, forcing her back onto his cock, making her take him as deep as she can.

“You doing okay?”, you ask. “He’s not being too rough?”

“Mmm, no, he’s so fucking good”, she moans.

She pulls you in, kissing you as well as she can being jostled by Eddie’s thrusts.

“You hear that?”, Eddie asks smugly, "I'm so fucking good.” He punctuates the words with each thrust, tongue poking out as he concentrates on hitting her gspot dead on.

“Ohmygod”, Jess gasps against your mouth, “M’gonna cum.”

“C’mon, honey. Cum for us.” You kiss her sloppily, swallowing her whimpers as she cums around him.

“There you go”, Eddie coos, sliding out of her, “you took me so well.” He presses a kiss to her shoulder before rolling off of her, motioning for you to come closer.

“C’mon”, Eddie guides your head down, holding the base of his cock steady. “Lick her cum off of me.”

Your tongue laps at him, gathering Jess’ cum, swallowing when he directs you to.

He looks down at you, eyes dark with want as your mouth closes around him, cheeks hollowing as you suck.

It doesn’t take more than a few bobs of your head before he’s cumming on your tongue, a long, drawn out moan echoing through the room.

You keep his cum on your tongue, shuffling back over to Jess to kiss her messily, Eddie’s cum passed between you.

He lets out a surprised groan at the sight, a breathy laugh following. “Happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”

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[lay-z]

Head empty. No thoughts. Just bratty Jacob.

This man is the KING of “Make me” and “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna go about it?”

Ahhhhhh fuck yesssss gimme bratty!Jacob and dom!reader 😧😩🥵

Warnings/Info: gn!reader; cussing, sexual themes; 18+ only!; handjob (m receiving); dirty talk (eh 🤷🏻‍♀️); praise kink

Your eyes keep shifting between the road ahead and the map on the screen in hopes that the latter will refresh as soon as your phone gets any service.

You've been driving for hours while your boyfriend sits in the passenger seat next to you, enjoying the ride and having the nerves to complain about boredom while you struggle to find any signs or directions to Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp. Luckily, it's only midday, so you might not be the last counselors to arrive after all.

"Have you got any bars?"

No answer.

"Babe?...Jacob?"

You look to your right and catch him snoozing with his head leaning against the window.

"Jacob Giovanni Custos!", you hiss through clenched teeth; knuckles turning white as you grip the steering wheel tightly.

"Huh?"

Jacob is the epitome of discombobulated as he wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Are you seriously taking another fucking nap?"

"Hm, wha- no! I- I was just trying to suffocate a bug that flew into my eye!"

You snort and shake your head at his silly excuse. Somehow, you cannot stay mad or be angry with Jacob for long. He reminds you of a puppy, and who can be mad at a puppy?

"Okay, you got me", he confesses, sighing dramatically. "I did fall asleep, but only because I'm so fucking bored, baby."

"Bored? How can you be bored when you get to look at a scenery like this? Look how pretty everything looks in the sunlight!"

"It's not like I don't agree with you, but I've been looking at trees for the past four hours, I'm ready to see something else, preferably you...uh, naked."

You roll your eyes but smile involuntarily.

"Well, sorry Jakey, but that's not gonna happen for the next two months."

"What? Why?", he shrieks, shifting in his seat to face you, his expression nothing but offended. "I- you- you can't do that to me, baby. I'll die when you close the sex tap!"

You shrug, enjoying the way his voice cracks as he tries to reason with you. You're just messing with him, of course, but he doesn't need to know just yet.

"Well, consider the sex tap closed, Jacob. We'll be around kids all summer, and sneaking off to fuck would be so inappropriate."

"Oh...my god"

He leans forward and buries his face in his hands as if the world is about to end.

"If I'd only known that earlier, I would've...I don't know...lasted longer, err, I mean, enjoyed it more?"

"Wow...thanks man.", you huff as you continue to keep your eyes on the road.

"Aw come on, baby, don't be like that now, please."

It's quiet for a moment, and you try your hardest not to laugh as you hear him talking and cussing under his breath.

"I seriously don't know how I'll survive these two months, especially when you're around. That's just cruel and...and abusive."

Out of your peripheral vision you can see how he crosses his arms in front of his broad chest, pouting as he stares ahead.

"Jesus Christ, Jacob, will you stop. That's not - how can you even say that with a straight face?", you cackle, both amused and in disbelief at his choice of words.

"No, I won't stop.", he grumbles. "You obviously don't love me anymore, and by the way, if you want me to stop you have to make me."

The tone of his voice is contentious yet hurt, and it makes your skin prickle and your heart flutter. You didn't mean to agitate him like that, but sometimes you can't help yourself. It's so easy to rile him up, and you enjoy it when Jacob acts all bratty and desperate for your love and attention.

"Fine then -", you retort with a click of your tongue as you place your hand on his muscular, upper thigh; your fingers sprawled out as you squeeze firmly.

Jacob squirms in his seat, baffled by your sudden action.

You hit the brakes gently and set the turn signal as you pull up on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

"I'll make you stop, Jakey."

Jacob gulps as you look at him challengingly. You put on the handbrake and switch of the engine before turning towards him, pointing at his crotch.

"Get your cock out for me before I change my mind."

He looks baffled at first, but you can see his cheeks flushing and his pupils widen with arousal as he fumbles with the strings of his grey sweatpants.

"Shit, baby, I -", he stammers all flustered and tries to mask it by chuckling. "I might bust already when you keep talking to me like that."

"I know, but you won't this time", you say as you swat his hands away to take over. "because you're my good, obedient, lovely boyfriend, right?"

"Ah, fuck...yes"

He swallows thickly and nods frantically enough to shake off the black cap he's wearing. You palm him through the fabric of his pants and feel him get hard beneath your touch.

"Aw, are you that horny, babe? Would you like to fuck me in this car?", you purr as you lean in close enough to kiss his cheek.

Jacob chokes back his answer when you pull his cock from his sweats and boxers. You rub your thumb over the tip and tease the slit as you use his pre-cum as lube.

"Look at your pretty cock, Jacob. It's so swollen and dripping cum already"

His chest is heaving at this point as you continue to jerk him off slowly and firmly, just the way you know he likes it. He grips the grab handle with one hand eventually and you can watch his knuckles turn white.

"- and you're so quiet now, Jakey. Are you done running your big mouth, hm?"

"I...ah, fuck, I'm gonna come", he pants while his nails dig into the leather of the seat.

"Oh, already?", you coo, playing dumb as you go even slower. "Nah, you can hold it a little longer."

But Jacob shakes his head, his hips bucking up into your hand impatiently to get more stimulation.

"No, baby, please...don't play with me like that", he whines, his eyes squeezed shut now.

A grin spreads on your lips as you watch his handsome face. You just want to kiss him and give him as many orgasms as he likes, not now though. You're not done with him yet.

You let go of his cock, and it throbs and twitches when you go lower to grope his sac. Jacob groans as his head lolls back to rest against the seat.

Suddenly, you catch a glimpse of red and blue lights flashing in the rear view mirror. You immediately snap out of it when you realize it's a cop car, approaching you from behind.

"Oh, shit! Jacob, put your dick away!", you hiss, panicking slightly as you retrieve your hand from his pants to wipe it clean on a tissue while your boyfriend struggles to get his blood flowing back into his brain.

"Huh?"

[alovesongshewrote]

D.A.R.E | Reader x Being an Agent of Chaos

Plot:  Y'know that little box of drugs that Eddie carries around with him? Yeah, after the whole "accused of murder" debacle, you take issue with him keeping that on his person at all times. Naturally, you steal the box with a little bit of help. [Gender Neutral!Reader x Eddie, Steve, and Robin, kind of. Also, hints of Ronance and Steddie.]

Word count:  4,016

Warnings:  drug mention

Disclaimer: Fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: here's somethin fluffy to fix that damage that volume two will inevitably do to my brain. takes place post volume two, and in a matter of hours, it'll act as a fix it fic. fun fact, this whole thing could be read as platonic, so yeet!

Eddie’s van was a teensy bit warm for your taste. What was hotter, though, was the conflict between you and Hawkins High’s resident dealer.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie, you can’t carry a box of drugs around a high school! That’s- that’s insane, you’re gonna get arrested!” You throw your hands in the air, glaring at your long-haired companion. Your long-haired, beautiful, insufferable companion, who refused to listen to your advice on how not to get caught dealing drugs. 

“Yeahhh, they tried to arrest me once, sweetheart. It didn’t stick.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t actually a murderer,” you lowered your voice and continued, “You are a dealer, though. And like, we just got your name cleared! I don’t want you to go to prison now.”

He puts a hand on your head and pushes you away, affectionately, “Y’know, you’re cute when you worry, (L/N).”

“I am not cute!! I’m concerned that you’re gonna get arrested!”

“You can be both.”

“Fine,” you glared, “I’m both, now can you please leave your toolbox of broken laws in your van?”

His eyes scanned your face, pausing for a moment just to stare at your lips. You thought, for a moment, that maybe, possibly, he’d actually take you seriously and leave the box in the van. Your certainty wavered, however, as he leaned in until his nose was only an inch from yours. A smile crossed his face, reaching his eyes. You were so distracted that you almost didn’t notice when he said, with a voice as sweet as honey, “No.”

He laughed, pulling away from you while you huffed, frustrated with his antics. Fortunately, you managed to keep yourself a step ahead of him. While Eddie was distracted by his apparent victory, you grabbed the little black box from his side and threw open the passenger’s side door and began a mad dash down the street, just as you had planned.

“Hey, wait-!” he called after you, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, son of a BITCH-!”

You cackled at the sound of his complaints, taking a hard left into someone’s yard. You threw yourself over a few fences, jumped over a few flower beds, and nearly tripped on a lawn chair before you ran out onto the road again. You almost took a break to catch your breath when you saw the familiar shape of Eddie’s van turning the corner.

With a curse, you took off again, sprinting down roads and around corners. It was kind of a miracle that the box never fell from your grasp in all that time- you weren’t about to complain about that, though. Instead, you just kept on going until the video store came into your sights.

Behind you, the van rolled to a stop and the driver’s side door flew open. Eddie leapt out of the van, leaving the keys in the ignition and almost eating shit in his haste to catch up to you.  

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, probably irritating some of the neighbours. You didn’t stop, though- you didn’t even bother to look back. You could practically feel Eddie’s breath on the back of your neck. It was a little intimidating, but it sparked the adrenaline rush necessary to propel you forward and through the door of Family Video.

“ROBIN! ROBINROBINROBINROBINROBIN-” you yelled, giving your dear friend a heads up as you threw yourself over the counter, knocking a stack of videos over before you rolled to a stop behind her.

“My pile-!  Not this shit again,” Robin mourned. You were midway through an apology when the doors flew open, efficiently cutting you off.

“I FUCKING GOT YOU, YOU DICK!” 

You scrambled back, screaming as Eddie advanced on the counter, slamming his hands down on it.

“Eddie? What are you-”

“(Y/N) STOLE MY FUCKING DRUGS, ROBIN!”

Robin looked between you and the dealer a few times before her gaze settled on you, “Wait, you actually did it? I thought you were bluffing, dude, that’s so metal-”

“It’s NOT metal, it’s a DICK MOVE!”

“IT’S NOT A DICK MOVE, IT’S MAKING SURE YOU DON’T GET ARRESTED FOR HAVING DRUGS AT A HIGH SCHOOL!”

You and Eddie turned to Robin, silently asking for her opinion as an unbiased third party. Once again, she looked between the two of you, though this time, her gaze focused on Eddie.

“They’ve got a point,” she said, with an apologetic shrug.  

Eddie dramatically collapsed against the counter with a loud groan. As he did, Steve burst in from the back, wielding a video tape just as dramatically, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE!?”

“(Y/N) stole my drugs.” “(Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs.” “I stole Eddie’s drugs.”

Steve stared blankly at the three of you, trying to process the information that had been unloaded on him all at once. Slowly, he lowered the videotape he’d been using as a weapon, “(Y/N), you did what?”

Your voice lowered to a murmur as you hid your face behind the box that had started all of this, “I, um… I stole Eddie’s box of drugs.”

Steve sighed like a disappointed mother and leaned on the counter, covering his eyes with one of his hands, “Whyyyy. Why would you do that? And why would you come in here with the drugs?”

“I- Look, I just didn’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

The former jock paused, pondering what you’d said for a few minutes. Eventually, though, he shook his head and turned back to you, “(Y/N), give Eddie his drugs back.”

“Thank you, Harrington,” Eddie bowed, hitting the counter again as he did. He turned to you, then, with an arm outstretched expectantly, “(Y/N), sweetheart, I think you have something that belongs to me.”

From your spot on the floor, you looked up at the faces of your friends. Steve’s arms were crossed, and Eddie’s hand was open. Robin, however, had a certain funny look on her face- and if you were correct, you were pretty sure she sent you a wink.

You took a deep breath and leaned forward as if you were about to pass the box to Eddie. At the last minute, you turned and threw it to Robin, the ultimate partner in crime. The second the box was safe in her hands, she ran, sprinting past Eddie and out the door.

The boys were shocked, but only for a moment. Steve groaned, and Eddie yelled out a string of expletives before he, too, ran out the door, calling for Robin to stop. Robin did not stop. Robin, beloved.

You remained on the floor, laughing as you watched your friends run down the street. You pulled yourself up and made your way towards the door, but an arm around your waist stopped you.

“Hang on! You aren’t leaving,” Steve said, pulling you closer to him, “I’ve got a store to take care of and I’m not doing it alone.”

He let go of you and made his way behind the counter, where he began picking up the tapes you’d knocked over on your way in. You sighed and took a few steps back before leaning on the counter and watching as Steve worked.

“So, why do you care so much about the drugs? I didn’t take you as an anti-drug type,” Steve said, examining the back of a tape.

“I don’t care about the drugs themselves. I meant what I said, I don’t want him to get arrested.”

He sighed, “I get it, it’s, it’s freaky, but y’know, I don’t think you have to worry about him so much.”

He looked up at you with a reassuring smile, which you returned. It was sweet of him to try and comfort you- really, it was. Alas, you wouldn’t give up so easily. 

You threw yourself over the counter again and knelt beside Steve, helping him to pick up the videotapes. After a few moments, you tapped Steve on the shoulder. When he looked at you, you leaned in close, until you could feel his breath on your lips. Then, you made your move.

“He stores his weed where Dustin could get it.”

“What!?” A million expressions passed through Steve’s eyes. He pulled away from you for a second, shaking his head, “That- that’s fine. If Dustin wants to- I mean, Dustin wouldn’t, he’s too smart, he-”

You watched as Steve debated with himself, cracking like a damn egg, just as you’d planned. It didn’t take long for him to spring up and leap over the counter himself before running for the door.

“Come on, let’s go get those drugs.”

A smile broke across your face as you followed him. He flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” and locked the door behind you before grabbing your hand, and running to his car.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, “I left my keys inside.”

You paused for a second, looking between the video store and Eddie’s van, which was parked seconds away.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

-

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Robin was still running, Eddie’s black box of drugs still clutched to her chest. He was closing in behind her, screaming obscenities that she honestly couldn’t really make out over all the running she was doing.

Just as Robin was starting to wonder how much farther she could go, she saw a familiar house on the horizon. She managed to pick up the pace, screaming as she sprinted down the street. Eddie didn’t really know what to make of that, but he didn’t stop running either. He also didn’t stop screaming, so to any outsiders, the whole thing looked really weird.  

Luckily, neither of them cared, and soon, Robin Buckley was at the doorstep of the Wheeler household. 

“NANCY!” she yelled, pounding on the door with fevor, “NANCY!? MIKE? ANYONE? LET ME IN, PLEASE!”

Of course, it was Ted Wheeler who opened the door. Robin began to introduce herself, and ask permission to come in, as any proper young lady would. Then she saw Eddie out of the corner of her eye, sprinting at her like a wild animal. A metal one. A metal wild animal. 

After she saw that, she ducked under Ted’s arm and ran into the house and up the stairs without asking. Ted had no real response to this. He just left the door standing open, and wandered back to his seat in front of the TV, muttering something about “kids these days” under his breath.

In Ted’s absence, Eddie was able to slip into the house and begin his search for his black box of sin. He searched the kitchen and found nothing, and when he peered into the basement, a horde of teenage boys (and also, Max and El) yelled at him. That left one place to look- upstairs.

Up said stairs, Robin was frantically trying to explain the whole stolen drug situation to Nancy, who kind of got it, but kind of didn’t.

“Wait, so (Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs, ran to the video store, and threw the drugs at you?”

“Yes!”

“And then you ran here, with the drugs?”

“Yes! Yes, I ran here with the drugs, and now you have to help me hide them!”

“Okay,” Nancy nodded, “But why?”

“Because we don’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

And as if Robin had spoken of the devil, the devil appeared. Kind of. Eddie sort of overshot Nancy’s room and stumbled past the doorway, screaming still about the drugs. It scared the shit out of Robin and Nancy, but it also gave them a chance to spring up, slam the door shut, and lock it behind them.  

For a second, Robin and Nancy leaned against the door, their fingers touching where they lay on the wood behind them. The box of drugs sat in front of them, on the bed. Just as Eddie began to pound on the door, a plan formed in Nancy’s brilliant mind.

“This way,” she grabbed Robin’s hand in one of hers and took the box in the other, “Out the window!”

-

While Robin and Nancy were getting ready for a window jumping adventure, you and Steve were pulling up in front of the Wheeler house in Eddie’s van. After the drug box, you kind of just got used to stealing Eddie’s shit.

Just as you and Steve were preparing to hop out, the back door opened and Dustin Henderson entered the fic.

“Henderson!? What are you doing-”

“Steve? Why are you in Eddie’s van? And why is (Y/N) here?”

“For reasons,” Steve said, turning to watch as Dustin began to move shit around in the back, “What- what are you doing?”

“The last time Eddie gave me a ride I left a book back here. Now, what exactly are your reasons for having Eddie’s van?”

You took over the explanations, “Basically, I stole that little box that Eddie carries around with him because I-” you cut yourself off, “I… needed it.”

“Why did you need a box full of drugs?” Dustin asked, checking under something that you couldn’t see.

You were a little stunned by that, but of course, that was nothing compared to Steve.

“HAS HE TRIED TO SELL YOU DRUGS?”

“No,” Dustin shook out a shirt, still searching for his book, “But I’m not an idiot. Hey, speaking of idiots, is Robin coming out of Nancy’s window?”

Robin was, in fact, coming out of Nancy’s window, and she was quickly followed by Nancy herself. Seeing this, you leaned out the window and waved your arms.

“Guys!! Guys, c’mere, let’s go!”

Hand in hand, Robin and Nancy sprinted for the van. Robin leapt into the back, almost crashing into Dustin, and Nancy got in rather calmly for someone being chased. As she shut the door behind her, Nancy could see Eddie, standing at the door, watching them.

“Drive!” she screamed, and Steve did exactly as she asked. Nancy, Robin, and Dustin were thrown around the back as the van accelerated forward and down the street, away from poor sweet Eddie.

As the van disappeared into the distance, Eddie let out a string of curses as he flopped against the door. He had lost the battle, at least for now, but he was determined to win the war. After a moment of rest, he got up and walked back into the house, heading down the stairs and into the basement.

“Alright, nerds. Who wants secret knowledge about the next campaign?”

The horde of basement teens slowly raised their hands.

-

The van finally slowed to a stop in front of your house. Once it was parked, Steve collapsed against the steering wheel with a heavy sigh.

“So, care to explain?” Dustin asked from the backseat. The book he had been looking for was held safely against his chest, and he had you all fixed with a judgemental glare.

“Look,” you said, turning around to face him, “Eddie brings that box wherever he goes, right? Right. So I’m trying to keep it away from him until he at least agrees not to bring it into the school.”

“Ok, but why?”

“Because I don’t want him to get arrested! I like him exactly the way he is, y’know, out of prison, and I’d like to keep him that way.”

“Heh, it almost sounds like you’re into him,” Dustin laughs before he slides open the door and hops out of the van.

“I do not!” you yell after him, “If I’m into him, so is everyone else in this van!” 

You turn to the van’s other passengers, “None of us want Eddie to get arrested, right?”

“Nope!” “No.” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Exactly! And none of us are into him, right?”

The van fell silent. Robin stared right into your soul while Nancy stared into Steve’s. Steve himself was looking at the roof and biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.

“Ok, we’ll- we’ll come back to that later. Right now, we have to hide the drugs!”

“Yep!” Steve yelled, jumping out of the van as if it was on fire. Nancy and Robin yepped their agreements and jumped out of the van as well. You were the last to leave, and as you did, Mike Wheeler nearly rammed his bike into your leg.

“JESUS CHRIST!” you screamed, falling back into the van in surprise.

“Mike! What the hell!” Nancy grabbed her brother, keeping him from falling into you.

“You guys have to come quick!” he yelled, not providing a further explanation, “Just come on, come quick! It’s an emergency!”

Your small gang shared a look before they slowly got back into the car and followed behind Mike and his small gang as they biked ahead of you. It must’ve looked like one of Hawkins’s weirdest convoys, but to be fair, the town had seen stranger things in the past few years.

“Y’know, we should be careful,” Robin said, the box of drugs now in her lap, “This could be a trap.”

“I wouldn’t put it past my brother.”

“I hate that you’re right,” you hummed, looking out the window, “But I mean, if it is a real emergency, we should probably check out whatever it is, right?”

“Right,” Steve answered, “Right, I mean, we’re the babysitters, it’s our job to look out for those little shits.”

“I resent that,” Dustin pointedly flipped a page in his book.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.  

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As the sun began to set, the kids pulled up outside of Hawkins High. Steve put the van in park, and the four of you cautiously piled out and into the parking lot. Dustin was an exception to this as he jumped out like absolutely nothing was wrong.

You, Steve, Nancy, and Robin remained vigilant as you spread out. Your eyes were wide, searching everywhere for the so-called emergency. As the sky turned red, you found it.  

Eddie emerged from behind another car, an evil smile on his face as he turned to Robin, “I’ll take my box back, please.”

Robin took a step back, and in return, the mob of teenagers took a step towards her. Eddie had clearly found himself an army.  

Just as they began to surround Robin, she panicked and threw the box to Steve. For a moment, you thought he’d give up the box, but he pulled through, tossing it to Nancy and gently grabbing onto Mike and Lucas so that they couldn’t even try to mob Nancy.  

Alas, it was Max he should’ve been looking out for. With a battle cry, the tiny angry red-head advanced, spooking Nancy into throwing the box back to you.

For a moment, the world was silent. Your eyes met Eddie’s, and there was nothing but pure delight on his face. The cycle was back at its true beginning, and now you had a choice. Surrender, or keep running.

Surrender, and betray your cause, or make every sacrifice worth it, and run.

It was an easy choice to make.

You turned around, and you ran. 

You sprinted up the street, moving faster than you had all day. The world seemed to move in slow motion as you sped past houses and cars, street lamps and stop signs. The sun met the horizon. Red painted your body as you advanced, sprinting to a final destination.

You heard your name behind you, called out by a familiar voice- by several familiar voices. One stood out against the rest, though, and shortly, Robin came to run at your side.

“I hate you for making me run today!” she yelled, taking your hand and pulling you into an even faster speed.

You ran together, speeding through an oncoming night. You could hear bikes behind you- bikes and a van, but you paid it no mind.  

Your lungs ached, the air burning them from the inside out. Your limbs cried out in exhaustion, screaming for some respite from today’s exertion. Sweat gathered, streaming down your forehead. Your breath came hard and fast, and you felt like you would drop dead to the earth at any second.

But then, your goal came into view.

You were now pulling Robin along as you ran up to Steve’s house. You threw the gate open and darted into the backyard, Robin’s hand still held tightly in yours. You moved to stand in front of the pool, with the black box held out over the water.

Shortly afterwards, you heard the van pull up, tires grinding against hot pavement. For a moment, you hoped it was Steve and Nancy, and maybe Dustin. Alas, you were not so lucky.

“So, here we are!” Eddie said, throwing his arms open, “There’s nowhere for you to run, baby! So! Can I have my drugs back, please?”

He took a step towards you, but you moved towards the pool, pulling Robin’s hand to your chest absentmindedly as you did.

“Don’t come any closer, Munson,” you panted. You were entirely out of breath, but the smile on your face did all the talking for you.

It was then that Eddie noticed the black box in your hand, suspended over the calm waters of Steve’s pool.

“You wouldn’t-”

“I would! I’m crazy! I’ll do anything, ask Robin!”

“They’ll do it!” Robin nodded, “They’re crazy! Mental, even!”

Eddie looked between the two of you for a moment before making the executive decision to take another step. You let the box slip slightly from your hold, not quite dropping it, but getting scarily close. Eddie put his hands up and immediately took that step back.

“Alright!” he exclaimed, “Alright, alright. Tell me what you want.”

“What I want?”

“What are your demands? How am I gonna get those back?”

You took a deep breath and let go of Robin’s hand, “I’ll tell you how you’re gonna get those back, you’re gonna stop carrying it with you everywhere.  Eddie, you’re gonna get arrestED-!”

You were cut off as an invisible force ripped the box from your hand and shoved you off the deck and into the water. While you’d been focusing on Eddie, the kids had arrived on their bikes, and behind them, Steve and Nancy. 

Eleven’s hand was outstretched, keeping the box suspended over the pool. 

A wave of reactions spilled out over the group. The kids cheered, Nancy and Robin gasped, and Steve called out your name. Eddie remained quiet as he ran to the side of the pool, standing next to Robin as they watched you pull your head above the surface.

A laugh slipped from Eddie’s mouth as he knelt by the edge, “See, that’s why you shouldn’t steal from me.”

“Why?” you asked, as you began to tread water, “Because of your child army?”

“Because of my child army!” he nodded and extended a hand to you.  

That was his final mistake.

You reached for his hand and, as everyone predicted, you pulled him into the pool with you.  

“You little shit!” he laughed, as he splashed water in your general direction.

The reactions of the group were now reversed. Nancy, Steve, and Robin cackled while the kids yelled out battle cries, jumping into the water after their leader. The second they were in, you got hella splashed.

Steve and Nancy followed them soon after, with Steve straight up throwing Nancy into the water. Robin was the last to join as there was a little something she had to take care of first.

The child army and your small gang basically spent the night underwater. Most of Steve’s towels were sacrificed to your now very wet group. It was a very enjoyable night, overall, though, at the end of it, there was one thing that was just a teensy tiny little bit off.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Did you see where my box ended up?”

You didn’t have an answer to that. After all, you weren’t the one that hid it. While you, Eddie, and everyone else partook in a small search, Robin smiled, content with the knowledge that the drugs were safely hidden exactly where you would find them.

[shorkbrian]

Cottgecore

Prelude - This is all @dearestdynamight ‘s fault okay I take no responsibility for the horny..... or do I? aha Sorry I said I’d write a drabble but it turned into a one shot whoops

Pairing - Yandere Bakugou Katsuki X Fem Reader

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, predator/prey dynamics, unsafe sex, 

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/3R8PKPTPgHApBhCt3NUJ0q?si=uLON1Rw_RHaEpH2WaCfYBA (This music has a great runnin tempo/ it made me think of heartbeats skippin like outta fear so)

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“Alright-” Bakugou has you by the arm, dragging you past the threshold of the cabin he keeps you in.

You’re scared. Sometimes he lets you outside, to feel the sunshine and the nice breeze, to go for a walk down to the creek, hiding his smile as you gawk at all the pretty flowers.

But he seems... agitated today. Restless.

“-Here’s how this is gonna go.” He shoves you down the front steps, and you barely catch yourself from falling, turning to look at the blonde while he sits himself down on the top step, legs stretching out. “I’ll give you hm, five minutes -  got that? You got five minutes to fuckin’ run, and then I let myself loose.”

“Wh-what?” You’re not understanding, hands anxiously twisting at each other. There’s a predatory look in Bakugou’s eyes.

“We’re gonna play tag. I’m fuckin’ bored and I wanna get a nice little workout in. Chasing your pretty little ass through the forest should be enough to get my blood pumping.” Is his simple explanation.

He’s letting you run?

You don’t dare to hope for a second that you’ll actually be able to get away, escape from the monster of a man that’s lounging on the steps in front of you. 

He’s hurt you, abused you, kept you locked away from society, far enough that no one’s able to hear when you scream every time Bakugou fucks you.  

“I..... I don’t want to play.” Your bottom lip quivers, but you can’t tell if you’re going to cry out of frustration or nervousness. You can’t believe that you’re nothing more than a toy to Bakugou, something he can play with when he’s bored, keep tucked away in the dark when he has better things to do.

Bakugou leans back, rests on an elbow, lets his crimson eyes rake up your form before they reach your gaze. “Yeah? You don’t wanna play? Is that cause you know you’ll fuckin’ lose? I bet you’ll cry like a little bitch when I catch you.”

There’s nothing that you want to say to him. He’s trying to egg you on, but you won’t fall for his mean tricks.

“Fucking fine.” He shifts, smug smile appearing. “Time starts now. I don’t care if you don’t run, but know that I don’t have any qualms about fuckin’ you right here after your five minutes are up.” His gaze his burning into you.

At least if you run, you won’t just be sitting here, waiting as Katsuki counts down the minutes.

You take off, down towards the creek behind the cabin, grateful that Bakugou let you keep your sneakers when he had first dragged you here, all those months ago.

They’re practically falling apart, squishing through the mud by the creek, and you almost lose your footing, scrambling to right yourself, splash across to the other side.

It doesn’t matter that your shoes are all wet now, that the bottom of your dress is dripping. Truthfully, you hate the dresses Katsuki brings home for you to wear. Hate that they’re clothes you’d love under normal circumstances, flowy dresses and cute patterns, fitting in so nicely to a cottage core aesthetic.

Branches snap underfoot as you crash through the brush, panting, focused on one thing and one thing only; getting as far away as you could, as fast as you can.

You don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when if Katsuki catches you, this twisted little game of tag he wants to play. You want to scream, this isn’t even how you play tag, he’s just using it as an excuse to hunt you down, to take pleasure out of your fear.

Moving too close to a tree had you yelping as your shoulder collided, the rough bark scratching up your skin, tearing your dress. No matter, you just needed to keep going, keep running, keep moving.

It was starting to hurt to breathe, lifting your legs was tiring, burning. You’d never been much of a runner, and being kept under lock and key at Bakugou’s cabin hadn’t exactly done wonders for your endurance.

You found yourself cursing that fact as a loud shout rang through the forest, words indiscernible. But you knew it was the blonde, could recognize raspy, manic voice that comprised the shout.

Five minutes was up.

Wheezing now, you pushed on. You briefly considered hiding, but quickly discarded that idea. Bakugou could track you, and you didn’t have enough time. You would have to worry that he’d be even rougher when if he caught you, hiding instead of running like he had wanted.

No time to rest, but you wanted to, lungs burning. You had a stitch in your side, your shoulder hurt from scraping against the tree, and your mouth was dry, throat parched.

It wasn’t long before you began to hear noises behind you, brush crashing, branches snapping, pleased laughter. You knew Bakugou was toying with you, knew that he could track you silently if he so chose. But no, he wanted you to know that he was coming, chasing you down, relentless.

It hurt to push your legs faster, muscles fatigued, cramping. Your left calf seized up, and you held in a shriek, pleading, begging your body to keep moving as you limped on, hurriedly dragging your cramping leg, refusing to stop.

“Keep on runnin’, I’ve almost fucking got you!” Bakugou crowed, and you spared a glance behind you, thankfully seeing nothing but an empty forest behind you. It meant you still had time.

But not enough time.

With a start, you realized the noises behind you had stopped, which meant that Katsuki was beginning to actually hunt, silent and ruthless.

You don’t know where he is now, nothing left to do but urge your body forward still, exhausted and terrified.

Then a weight’s pushing against your back, and you’re hitting the dirt, tackled by Bakugou, pinned down.

“I knew I’d fuckin’ get you.” He whispers to you, breath coming out in proud, ragged pants.

You whimper into the dirt, body already aching, your own breath knocked completely out of your chest because of the way the male had tackled you. You hurt all over, and now you were dirty, and Bakugou wouldn’t get off.

“Goddamn, you gave me a run for my money there. Didn’t think you’d be that fuckin’ fast, Jesus Christ.” You can tell he’s almost proud of you, proud of his ability to choose a partner.

He pushes his weight off of you, rising to his knees, and you quickly try to follow him, not fond of being splayed out on the ground underneath him.

But Bakugou doesn’t let you get far.

You’ve gathered your legs underneath you, pushing up off the ground, but the man curls a hand around your hip, the other gripping at your uninjured shoulder. You don’t even have time to draw in a breath to ask him what he was doing before he’s shoving your face back in the dirt, lifting your hips.

“Bakugou, wait!” You screeched, hands fumbling backwards as you try to grab at him, push him off you.

The man just laughs, loud and rough, shuffles closer so he can push his crotch against your ass, let you feel the sizable bulge he’s sporting. “What’s wrong princess? I won fair n’d square, now let me take my fuckin’ prize.”

A part of you knew, knew that this is how things would end. But you had wanted to believe, had hoped that it’d be different. 

“Please, wait, not here-not out here.” You choked, feeling him shift the fabric of your dress up over your ass, just enough so that he could tug at the fabric of your panties, snap the edges against your skin.

“N’d why the fuck not? ‘S not like anybody’ll hear you when you start screamin’.” The reality behind his words made your stomach curl, legs trembling as Katsuki snickered.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a scared little deer.”

Your panties get tugged down to your knees, and you hear the slight squish of Bakugou gathering his saliva in his mouth seconds before you hear him spit, seconds before you feel the glob of wet land on one of your cheeks.

Fingers swipe through the mess, before trailing down to your pussy, spreading Bakugou’s spit against your folds.

He apparently isn’t satisfied with that though, because you can feel him shifting, right before he grips a cheek in each hand and spreads you wide, pulls your hips backwards at the same time so you’re angled just right.

Just right for his spit to land directly on your cunt this time.

“S-stop it, please-” You shudder, giving up on trying to push him off. It’s never worked for you in the past, and you’re tired from running, sweaty body yearning to go limp.

A finger enters you, too soon, with not enough spit to ease its way. You yelp at the burning stretch, but Bakugou snarls at you too shut up, take what he’s given’ you as he slaps your ass.

You can feel the burn of his gaze as he watches your flesh jiggle from the force of his slap. 

He works fast, doesn’t have enough patience to go slow, to open you up properly for him. The mans riled up from the chase, full of adrenaline that has no where to go, and he wants to hammer away at your little body until you break. Bakugou knows he can build you back up again when you do.

It’s alarming when you feel fingers pull free, feel the hot, spongy head of a dick pressing up against your entrance. You aren’t ready, nowhere near wet enough. “Bakugou-Bakugou wait, wait! Bakug-oh!!” The scream that leaves your mouth is loud enough to startle birds, cause them to rise from their resting places in the trees.

Bakugou laughs a little at that, the sound quickly tapering off into a groan as he works his cock deeper into you, wiggling his hips from side to side so he can fully seat himself into your cunt, balls snug up against your clit.

“Yeah, go ahead and scream princess, lemme hear you.” He encourages, pulling out just an inch or two so he can slam back in, hear you sob, watch your shoulder shake. with each heaving breath.

He’s fucking you into the dirt like an animal, feral and uncontrolled, wild. You barely have the coordination to try and protect your face with your forearms, keep your sensitive skin from being scraped raw on the ground.

You can’t protect your knees though, or the places that Katsuki holds you from, his grip too tight, blunt nails pressing so deep into your flesh that they draw blood, the pressure biting.

It’s impossible to hold back your noises, tearful, fearful screams reverberating into the forest, choked off as you’re rocked back and forth by vicious thrusts.

The man moves easily, fucks you with the strength of a stallion, growling out your name, letting out throaty groans as he chases his release.

And it hurts, so much, your body battered and becoming scratched and bruised; it hurts so much. Until heat pools in your gut, Katsuki hitting a special spot inside you. It makes your toes curl in your sneakers, has the slide of his cock going just a bit easier as you get that much wetter.

“Unh, n-no-ooh, please, ah! Please, ohh, Bak-Bakug-” You can’t even finish your sentence, not with the blonde reaching around, hand creeping across your stomach, down to where his balls keep smacking against your skin so he can rub tight little circles around your clit.

“Fuck-fuck yeah princess, there we go. Feelin’ good now? Shit, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

You hated his voice, hated how deep and raspy it was, how his gruff moans of pleasure made your stomach jolt with arousal.

“You tryin’ t’ milk my cock or somethin’? You want my cum that fucking bad?” The man pounding you into the dirt laughed, changing his posture so that he was curled over you, chest pressed to your back.

His hips rabbited into you, and you sobbed freely at the sensation, at his horrible fingers that wouldn’t stop drawing shapes on your little clit, making you feel hot and too close to cumming.

“No, no, no-” You whimpered, trying to hold back your orgasm, but it was too little, too late.

Bakugou’s hips stuttered as you gushed around his cock, barely managing three more full thrusts before burying himself deep, cock twitching inside of you, spurting out his warm cum.

Disgusting.

You were too tired, too spent to care how long the two of you spent on the ground, regaining your breath.

When Bakugou peeled himself away from your body, soft cock slipping easily from your warmth, you couldn’t help but cringe at the wetness that spilled against your thigh, no longer plugged in your cunt.

“That was real fucking good.”

Yeah, maybe for him.

Your panties were pulled back up, Bakugou smoothing them down before flipping your dress back into place as he rose to his feet.

He urged you up, supporting most of your weight as he easily tugged you upright. “Knew you’d be too much of a baby to walk back.” He grouched as your knees trembled, almost sending you crashing back to the ground if not for his firm arm around your waist, holding you up.

The next second, you were being lifted into the air, easily swung up into Katsuki’s arms, carried bridal style.

You felt his eyes on you, scanning over your face, your arms, your legs. Cataloging the various scratches and bruises marring your form. “You look like shit.”

You didn’t have a smart retort, just rested your head against his chest, grateful that he wasn’t making you walk, legs weak and jelly-like.

Your throat hurt from screaming.

Bakugou took you home, back to his cabin, to the cottage core life that you’d think was perfect... if only he wasn’t in it.

[dollslayer]

Charity Case

Bucky Barnes x Reader, College AU, enemies to lovers

Summary: You loathe Bucky Barnes and his cocky attitude but you find yourself doing him a favor. Is he really as insufferable as he seems?

W/C: 3,830

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, uhhh kissing, that's it!

A/N: Here it is! My entry for @sweeterthanthis Quote Me On It 6k challenge!! My quote was "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?" (in bold). I love the Heathers so I'm excited!! Hopefully I did this prompt justice. As always, if you liked it please reblog/comment! Cheers! I do not consent to my work being reposted/translated on any platform.

Main Masterlist

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Steve was running late again. You try not to chew your nails off in frustration but he’s definitely testing you. This is the third time in the last two weeks that he’s late to meet you. When he hasn’t been late he’s cancelled all together. Always with a half-ass apology of ‘Bucky needs me’. As if.

You’ve been friends with Steve since your freshman year creative writing class when the only open seat was next to him. Ever since that first day you two had been close. But not as close as him and Bucky. Childhood friends attending university together, thicker than thieves.

You always felt like Bucky was maybe a little jealous of the friendship you and Steve have. Maybe you’re a little jealous too but you’re almost positive Bucky is more jealous of you than you are of him but that’s beside the point. On top of his jealousy Bucky was just annoying. He had a girlfriend but he was always flirting with every girl he met, yourself included. Not to mention he was cocky as all hell.

Steve vouches for his character, swears that it’s all an act and he’s actually very sensitive underneath but you don’t buy it for a second. If you were his girlfriend you’d have dumped him a long time ago.

You don’t have time to dwell on your annoyance too much because Steve is rushing through the doors of the coffee shop. He looks around for you and when he finally finds you the look on his face is relieved. As he gets closer it’s clear that he’d been running to get to you in time. He’s sweaty and a little out of breath and if you weren’t so annoyed with him you’d have found it endearing that he ran here.

“There you are,” he huffs out, “I’m so sorry, I was with Bucky and I lost track of time.”

You purse your lips and hand him a napkin which he takes with a gracious nod before wiping the sweat from his brow. You hand him the iced coffee you’d ordered for him too. The ice is slightly melted from sitting there but he looks so refreshed to be drinking it.

“Figures” is all you say with a huff. If he hadn’t been doing it so often you would’ve been a little kinder about it but you were just irked.

“Seriously, I’m sorry. Nat just dumped him, he's been having a hard time” Steve explained.

“Is it because he flirts with anything that moves?” You scoff.

Steve scoffs in return “He does not! He’s just… outgoing. But no, they had their own problems.” You raise one eyebrow at him. “Okay the flirting had something to do with it but there’s a lot going on there.”

“Whatever, let’s just study for this exam while we can”.

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You and Steve spent the next two hours cramming for your midterm together. Things were going well and you’d nearly forgotten that you were mad at Steve in the first place. Nearly.

You were so deep into your notecards that you didn’t hear the door open behind you. A voice that could grate on only your nerves. A voice that if it didn’t belong to such a bastard, might even be kinda sexy. The voice breaks your focus completely when it calls out.

“Hey, Steve, are you done already or what? Oh hey, what’s up, beautiful?”

You set your notecards down on the table maybe a little harder than you should. You shoot Steve a glare because you thought it would just be the two of you. Really? You cut in before Steve can answer his friend.

“No, Bucky, he’s not. Can we help you?”

He smirks, giving you his full attention. He knows he has you now, knows you took the bait and he’s goaded you to the point of backtalk. He pulls up a chair to the table and wedges himself tightly between you and Steve. The sound of the chair legs scraping the floor as he scoots closer to you rings in your ears and makes you cringe. You look at Steve again only to find him avoiding your gaze.

“Well, sweetheart, me and Stevie boy here have plans later. Gonna do some gaming and order a pizza, really embracing the bachelor lifestyle.” He raised his eyebrows at this and you just rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I heard Nat dumped your ass, actually, is that true?” You asked with a fake sweetness.

“Why, you interested?” He rebuffed.

You bristled at his quick response and muttered your annoyance under your breath. You chose not to respond. Instead you decided to address Steve.

“Steve, I didn’t realize that you had plans”

“Oh… yeah, loose plans…” He answered distractedly while pretending to be reading a text on his phone.

You decide to call it a day. You were getting seriously fed up with Steve’s passive behavior in all of this. Thankfully you didn’t have much to pack up, so once you slung your backpack over your shoulder you looked up at the pair to bid them goodnight.

“Well, Steve, this was… enlightening. Bucky, eat it. Goodnight fellas, have fun with your ‘bachelor lifestyle’” You said with air quotes. Turning on your heel you left before either could respond.

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You had left the coffee shop that evening pretty upset with Steve. Of course it’s fine for him to have other friends but lately it was like he only cared about Bucky and all of your plans took a backseat to theirs. You decided you weren’t going to be the one to text Steve first, since he was being a bad friend. He could be the one to initiate plans.

He did just that when he caught you in the hallway after your midterm a week later. He jogged up to you once again and tugged on your sleeve to get you to stop.

“Hey, how do you think you did? Bet those notecards paid off, right?” He half-joked. He looked sheepish. Nervous almost. You figured it was because of what happened last time you met.

“Yeah, Jesus Christ! I’ve never been so grateful for little pieces of paper.” You scoffed. You decided to keep it light between you. You were still upset with him but his tone leads you to believe he was gonna apologize.

“Right?” He laughs nervously, “So listen, I know I’ve been kind of a jerk lately… Maybe we could get something to eat at Nick’s?”

Nick’s was the local greasy spoon on campus and they had the best breakfast food you’d ever had. You eyed him suspiciously but accepted.

“Alright, but you’re buying. And there better not be any visitors!” You add as you bound down the hall ahead of him. He knows you mean Bucky and he’s not worried because Bucky won’t be showing up today. He’s more nervous about what he has to ask you.

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You’re sipping on pop as you play with your straw wrapper. You look up at Steve and notice he’s fidgeting a lot more than usual.

“What’s up? Why are you so twitchy?” You question him.

“Me? I’m not twitchy! I was just thinking that’s all” He quickly defends himself.

“Well that was the last midterm of the semester for both of us, I think it’s safe to say you can relax.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Steve concedes quietly.

You and Steve eat in near silence, neither of you mind though because it’s comfortable. You worked on your hashbrowns when you looked up and noticed that Steve had barely touched his food. He was still fidgety, he looked nervous.

“Hey, you’ve hardly eaten anything, what’s the matter?”

He looks a little embarrassed, like he’s been caught. Or like he’s about to come clean about something.

“Look, I wanted to say sorry I know I haven’t been the best friend lately with everything going on with Bucky. He really is having a hard time since the breakup y’know… he’s lonely”

“Right” You laughed, “I’m sure he’s soo lonely.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your fork.

“No really, he just needed a friend to be there. I think he does need to get back out there though.”

“With how smooth he thinks he is, I'm sure he’ll have a date by the end of the night. I wouldn’t worry about it, Stevie.” You responded.

“I’m serious! As much of a player as he comes off he needs to be with someone he already knows. He’s actually really sensitive.” You interrupted with another laugh. There were many choice words you’d use to describe Bucky Barnes but ‘sensitive’ is not one of them.

“But anyway, I was...kinda hoping you’d do me a favor…” Steve trails off.

Based on the conversation you just had you’re cautious. You eye him warily but motion for him to continue.

“Well, like I said Buck’s having a hard time and he needs to get back out there but he doesn’t feel comfortable hooking up with a stranger. I was thinking maybe.. You guys should hang out?”

Steve refused to look at you as he finished the question. The look on your face was a look of confusion and shock.

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?” you asked in disbelief. “I mean seriously, I’m nice but not that nice.”

“Look-”

“No!” You cut him off, “You know I can’t stand that prick. Also why would I want to put myself on the long list of women he’s probably tried to fuck? I don’t buy this whole ‘sensitive’ thing for a minute.”

“I’m serious, Nat kinda crushed his heart when she left. He acts cocky but it’s a front. I just think he needs to see someone to get it out of his system. You’ve got more in common than you think. Just hang out with him once. Don’t think of it like a date, just a really really big favor. Please?” Steve begged.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “You. Owe. Me. So. Much”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Really. But I’m not gonna bang him. Hard no on that” you said.

“Yeah, yeah of course! No problem! I’ll give Bucky your number!” He reached across the table and grabbed your hand. His hands were kidna clammy but you let him.

“Seriously, thank you. I know you think he’s some jerk but I promise he’s a good guy.” Steve adds, “A-and don’t think of it as like a date, even, y'know? I think honestly he could just use another friend. Think of how good it could be if we could all hang together some time?”

You shook your head and chuckled at his optimism while you stabbed another bite of your meal.

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‘What’s up, sweetface?’ Gross.

‘Okay, sorry. Hi, how are you?’ Better.

‘I’m alright, you?’

‘Good. Steve tells me you’re a huge trivia nerd. Wanna go to Sally’s tn?’

‘It’s a date’ Shit. Didn’t mean to say that. Fuck. Quick- say something that will deflect before he responds!

‘And since it’s a date you’re paying’ That’ll have to do.

‘Ugh fine. Here’s hoping you’re a cheap date at least. I’ll meet you there at 9’

____

What do you wear for a date with someone that you despise? It’s just bar trivia so it’s nothing special but somehow the jeans and flannel you’ve been wearing all day don’t feel like they make the cut. You rip your closet apart trying to find something before you settle on black skinny jeans and your favorite sweater with some boots. Casual but not too casual.

You spend the whole walk there dreading the night ahead of you. Knowing that you wouldn’t even have Steve as a buffer between you made the whole evening seem daunting. At least you had trivia to distract you. You decide to give Bucky the benefit of the doubt tonight for Steve’s sake. You try to remember Steve’s insistence that Bucky’s a good guy and you have a lot in common. We’ll see about that.

When you arrive at the bar you find Bucky already waiting for you at a high-top table with two PBRs and a shot of brown liquid. Please don’t let that be whiskey. He sees you coming and smiles that damn-his-good-looks smile at you while patting the open chair next to him. The closer you get you even see that he got the whiteboard already for trivia.

“Please tell me that’s not Jameson or Fireball” you greet him.

He laughs a little and shakes his head. “Better - it’s Jack. Sorry, doll, but I already opened the tab. This is what we’re drinking” He nudges one of the shots closer to you and motions for you to pick it up. “Come on, we gotta start the night off right, bottoms up!”

Before you can gag at the thought of drinking whiskey you grab the glass and face him. You both knock your shots on the table before clinking them together and swallowing them in one go. You grimace at the taste and feel the warmth flow all the way down your throat. You quickly take a sip of your beer to rid yourself of the taste.

“Aww, you’re cute when you’re grossed out.” Bucky coos at you.

You’re embarrassed and annoyed but it goes away quickly.

“Shut up, Barnes”

You give him a light shove and he pretends like he’s about to fall off his stool, making you laugh. For someone that’s only ever annoyed you he’s doing a pretty bang-up job of being likeable when it’s just the two of you.

“You ready for me to carry you through some trivia?” You joked.

“Hey, now! I know...stuff” he concluded.

“Mmhmmm, I’m sure you do. Don’t worry, I’ll answer the questions and you just sit there and look pretty” you reach over to pat his face lightly with a wink.

Bucky grumbles before taking another sip of his beer.

You settle in for a long night when the host announces the first round is starting.

____

You managed to steal the first round without breaking a sweat, second round was a little rocky until it came down to you and one other couple. You knew the third round would be tricky but the way Bucky was cheering you on you were determined. To no one’s surprise Bucky had been completely useless so far but to his credit he was trying. At least he was a supportive teammate.

Things were going well until the third round was announced: Old School Videogames. You didn’t know shit about old school videogames. Or regular videogames. The extent of your video game knowledge started and ended with Mario Kart.

When the third round was announced though Bucky hit the table in excitement and cheered.

“Woo! Fuck yeah!” He pats you on the shoulder, “I got this, don’t worry. I so fuckin’ got this!”

He was a few drinks deep but he was so confident and he was your only hope so you went with it. He looked like a little kid the way he was practically giddy.

“You had better! There’s some serious prize money riding on this round.” You said in warning.

“No, no. You don’t understand that I’ve GOT this. Your turn to look pretty, not that it’s gonna be all that hard for you, sweetface” Bucky grinned at you over his beer as he took another sip.

Your cheeks felt heated and you tried your best to hide it by taking another drink yourself. Bucky’s flirting has never worked until now. Must be the alcohol.

“Shut up, Barnes” you mumble.

“Y’keep saying that but what I really think you mean is ‘I love you, Bucky you’re so strong and handsome~’” He imitated in a high pitched feminine voice.

You shoved him for real and before you could say anything else the third round was starting.

____

Bucky wasn’t kidding when he said he had this. He had won the round in a clean sweep and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Who knew this man harbored so much videogame trivia? When the host handed you the prize money he just waggled his eyebrows as if to say See?

“I gotta hand it to you, Barnes, I had no idea you had that much videgame wisdom rolling around up there. The only videogame I ever play is Mariokart so I’d be toast without you.”

“Mariokart? That’s it?? No problem, doll. It was nice to contribute.” He chuckles at that.

You divvied the money up and handed him his half.

“Guess I’m not such a cheap date afterall, huh?”

He chuckled as he took his half from you.

“I’m gonna go pay the tab with our winnings, I’ll be back”

You picked up your phone while you waited for him to find some missed texts from Steve.

‘How’s it going?’ ‘Are you guys doing okay?’ ‘I haven’t heard anything so I’m assuming you haven’t killed each other. Have fun, text if you need a ride home.’

You almost rolled your eyes at Steve’s insistence but found yourself smiling instead. You’d text him back when you got home.

Bucky was walking up to you once more and you smiled at him slightly.

“You said you’re good at Mariokart?”

“I didn’t say I was good at Mariokart, I said that I played it. Why?”

“Well I was thinkin’ maybe we could go back to mine and I could whoop your butt”

You weren’t going to say yes but now he was goading you and you took the bait without hesitation.

“Oh, you’re on, Barnes. You’re so, so on.”

His smile grew wider when he heard your response. With that he placed his hand on your lower back and ushered you out of the bar.

____

You played two tournament cups worth of Mariokart and Bucky had indeed whooped your butt. You don’t know why you were surprised, with how much gaming he and Steve do it’s no surprise he’s a natural. You still had fun though. Just when you were about to propose a third round Bucky got up and headed to the kitchen without a word.

He came back with two glasses of water and handed you one. He sat down on the floor next to you and you set down your controller.

“Here, drink up.”

You were taken aback a bit by the kind gesture but accepted the glass just the same.

“Thank you, I might regret saying this but, you’re not so bad when you’re not being insufferable, Barnes”. You told him

He smiled and shook his head as he drank his water.

“Thanks, I guess”

“How come you can’t be like this all the time? When it’s just the two of us you’re so kind and you’re even… I don’t know, funny maybe. Why do you get all cocky whenever else I see you?”

He looked down into his glass at your comment and you watched his brows crease in thought.

“I don’t know, it just sort of… happens, whenever I’m around other people I don’t know that well. I don’t mean to be a dick or anything but it’s like I can’t help myself. People expect me to be a certain way and I can’t help but fall into it sometimes. Nat hated that about me, it’s part of the reason why she dumped me, actually”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. And I’m sorry about the breakup, too. I know you guys were together for a while.” Bucky only shrugged at this and downed the rest of his water.

“It is what it is. I’m ready to be over it, I’m getting there slowly but surely. I gotta say, you’re not so bad either when you’re not getting all defensive and in my face. You’re actually pretty funny”

Your turn to become flustered at a personal analysis.

“Thanks, I guess I don’t mean to be so defensive either, it's just my response to most other people. I feel myself slip into it and it can’t be helped.” You explained.

Bucky nods at you, not knowing entirely what to say in response.

“I like spending time with you” He says leaning closer to you.

You swallow thickly, not sure what to make of what you feel knowing his face is so close to yours.

“I… like spending time with you too. You’re not what I thought.”

“Me neither,” he shakes his head, “You’re something else.”

With that he leans his head closer to yours and you feel yourself close your eyes and move your lips to slant perfectly into his. You’re kissing Bucky Barnes. The Bucky Barnes you can’t stand. That Bucky Barnes. You’ve decided that his tongue feels too good in your mouth to care now.

His hands come to frame your face and bring you in closer. His hands are warm and calloused but they feel like comfort. You can’t help but to melt. You moan into his mouth and it seems to spur him on. He pulls you into his lap and you let out a noise of surprise that’s muffled by his mouth on yours.

Your hands come to caress his sides and you take your time feeling every muscle and ridge. Your hands idly make their way under the hem of his shirt and his skin is just as smooth as you’d expect. He sighs into your mouth and it takes all of your strength not to fall apart right there. You feel yourself getting lightheaded and have to pull away for air. When you do you rest your forehead against his and the only sound is both of your breathing.

You finally brave a look at him and he has the softest smile on his lips.

“Sorry, doll, didn’t mean to get so carried away but I’ve been waiting for a long time to do that.”

This catches you off guard.

“You have? Wait, did you like me? But you flirt with everyone!” You explain.

“With you, I flirt with you. You just can’t stand me” he laughs out, “Nat dumped me for a couple reasons but that’s one of them she told me I needed to get my priorities straight and I gotta say, I’m thankin’ her for sayin’ it ‘cause she was right.”

You don’t know what to say or what to make of any of this. All you know is that you want to kiss him again, so you do. You grab him by the collar and pull him into you again. He lets out a startled noise but kisses you back all the same.

You don’t care what you used to think of Bucky Barnes and you don’t care about what’ll happen after today. Right now all you care about is feeling him in sync with you for the first time. You could live in this moment forever but right now will have to do.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Groupchat: WAP

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size reader

Warning(s): language, sex talk Pictures found on Google/Pinterest

Bucky is typing

Bucky: [Y/N], doll. I can't wait 😩

[Y/N]: ....Wait for what babe? Are we expecting something?

[Y/N]: OOP- ARE MY AMAZON PACKAGES ARRIVING TODAY?😁

Bucky: No. You know what I'm waiting on...👀

Bucky: Sam says you'll get it too

Sam: Bucky...What are you talking about?

[Y/N]: ...

[Y/N]: Sam. What did you tell my boyfriend now?

Sam: Don't ask me, Mr. Oldpants here is talking in riddles.

Bucky: Oh come on Samuel! You were bragging about Tina's just yesterday!

Sam: .....Call me Samuel one more time and I'll happily brag my shield into your skull.

Steve:

Steve: The shield that I gracefully passed onto you to continue my legacy...?

Sam: ....No

[Y/N]: Sam watch your mouth before Steve will come out of retirement just to humble your ass

Sam: Anyhoo. Bucky continue

Bucky: Okay let me refresh your memories. We were having lunch and-

Vision: Hello!

Wanda: Hi!

[Y/N]: Hello my favourite couple

Bucky: That didn't hurt 🥲

Sam: Were getting off topic here😤

Bucky: OH yes! So, we were having lunch when you randomly-

Thor: HELLO MY BELOVED AVENGERS. HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING? I REALLY HOPE THAT EVERYONE IS DOING FINE

Loki: Brother please speak in lowercaps, my phone's ears are bleeding

Sam: Ayeee Thor! My man, how are you?

Thor: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵖˡᵉⁿᵈᶦᵈ. ᴬᵐ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳᵘᵃʳᵈᶦᵃⁿˢ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖᶦˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ʰᵉˡˡᵒˢ [Y/N]: Oh lord, ANYHOO Bucky, babe, continue

Bucky: Right! So Sam, you randomly started laughing to which I asked-

Bruce: Hey!

Natasha: Good day, Avengers

Sam: IS YOU KIDDING ME

Bruce: ...What did I do wrong?

[Y/N]: Nothing, Bucky is just telling a story-

Thor: I love stories!

Loki: I don't have any important occupation so I'll stay and listen.

Bucky: Jesus Christ, stay and listen or go to sleep for all I care JUST STOP INTERRUPTING ME

Sam:

Sam: Okay, anyone who wants to enter the chat do it now please. We don't want the Winter Solider to let loose now, don't we?

Okoye: Of course we don't, and Hello everyone 👋🏿

Clint: Hi

Mbaku: YIBAMBE

Scott: Hello!

Bucky: Everyone there?

Rhodey: Now they are

Bucky: Good

Bucky: SO- Sam you started to laugh and I questioned you what was so funny. You grinned and said that you were just reminiscing

Bucky: So I asked what you were reminiscing about and you said and I quote

Bucky: "Tina's W.A.P"

Sam: Oh no...

Thor:

Thor: This...is getting very interesting...

Loki: Period, Brother.

Bucky: And I then asked you, Sam, what a W.A.P was and you said quote

Bucky: "A certified tool that woman posses, only activated at the right time" and then continued to brag about it being the best thing ever created etc etc.

Sam: Bucky, please don't continue-

Vision: No no....Let the man continue please

Bruce: What the Android said, let James continue...We all want to hear what's next, don't we?

Scott: Yes we do. So bad

Bucky: Ehm...okay? So back to you [Y/N], love of my life

[Y/N]: Oh boy do I feel a storm coming...

Bucky: No! I was just wanting to ask you when you'd get your W.A.P ?😃

Bucky: Sam seemed to be so happy when talking about it, so I was wondering if you'd already made the purchase and if yes, when we could expect it?! 😌

Okoye: ....Did this Caucasian man just....

Wanda: ....Just ask you...

Natasha: If you'll purchase a WAP....?

Thor:

Rhodey: ...The disrespect.

Rhodey: [Y/N] I love you like my daughter so I'll leave and let you come to me once you're done killing your little boyfriend

Bucky: ...What?!

[Y/N]: Thanks Rhodes, go ahead and dig up the grave already, I'll deliver the corpse in no time.

Bucky: Baby? 😱 What are you talking about?!

Rhodey left the chat

Sam: Bucky, you shouldn't have done your girlfriend so dirty, in front of us

Wanda: [Y/N]?

[Y/N]: I'm here, just had to take some deep breaths

Scott: Oh boy, that doesn't sound good. Rest in peace Bucky

Thor: We'll always remember you

Clint: We'll tell the police we didn't see anything though

Sam: Wow, [Y/N] please let his corpse be recognizable when you unalive him

Loki: I'll steal your hair products, Seasonal Soldier

Bucky:... What are you guys talking about, what did I-

[Y/N]: JAMES MOTHERFUCKING BUCHANAN BARNES

Thor: There it is...

[Y/N]: HOW DARE YOU ASK ME IF I'M GONNA PURCHASE A WAP?!

[Y/N]: IS MY WAP NOT GOOD ENOUGH?

Bucky: Wait...You already have one?!

Steve: This is getting better and better

[Y/N]: SHUT UP STEVE

Steve: imsorry

[Y/N]: Bucky how DARE you ask me this question?! Is my WAP not good enough? You want a pocket coochie now?!

Bucky: Babe what?! No!

[Y/N]: Then why do you want another vagina?! Is mine not good enough?

Bucky: OF COURSE IT IS , ARE YOU CRAZY? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK THIS QUESTION?! IT'S THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD

[Y/N]: Because you expected me to order you a new vagina!!

Bucky: .....

Bucky: I-I did...?

Sam: Bucky...

Clint: Buddy...

Vision: Pal...

Bruce: Bucko...

Scott: Senior citizen...

Thor: Attractive man...

Loki: Human...

Sam: A W.A.P is an abbreviation. You obviously haven't listened to Cardi B's song featuring Megan Thee Stallion

Bucky: ...No I haven't...Why?

Okoye: A WAP stands for...I'm sorry I cannot do this 😭

[Y/N]: Wet Ass Pussy.

Bucky: ....

[Y/N]: Sam used the new and popular abbreviation to describe his sex life to you. And you only had one job, Bucky. Ask what WAP meant so that you could avoid the situation you're currently in

Bucky: I AM SO SORRY [Y/N] PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😭😭

Bucky: Your WAP is AMAZING. It has me daydreaming all day and weak-kneed!

Vision: Goodness gracious, I did not need to know that

Bruce: No one did.

Bucky: I WILL MAKE THIS UP TO YOU I PROMISE

Loki: Should he fail, come my way [Y/N] 👀

Thor: Shut your mouth brother, you wouldn't be able to handle [Y/N]'s WAP. But I on the other hand...👀

Bucky: EX-CUH-USE ME I AM TRYING TO EARN MY GIRLFRIEND'S FORGIVENESS, NOT PUTTING HER VAGINA UP FOR AUCTION

Sam: And here I thought that I had caused some serious drama🙄

Bucky: You didn't do anything wrong Sam

[Y/N]: This is awkward...

Wanda: Don't be embarrassed [Y/N]. I'm proud of my WAP

Vision: Wanda has an amazing WAP, and I also feel no shame confessing this

Sam: ...But how do you-

Vision: WANDA HAS AN AMAZING WAP AND I DON'T FEEL NO SHAME CONFESSING THIS

Sam: ...🥴 You know what, I'll mind my business.

Wanda: Thank you Sam 🙃

Mbaku: Okoye's WAP has me questioning life sometimes 😈

Okoye: I know 😉

Sam: And Tina's has me craving for more

Scott: Hope's has me close to tears often

Bruce: Natasha's almost makes me turn into a beast 👀

Bucky: And [Y/N]'s won't ever have to do the work again. Because her WAP is worth everything

[Y/N]: You're forgiven 🥰

Steve: Peggy's W-

Sam: Steve no!

Wanda: No disrespect but you and Peggy are old. Very old

Bucky: We don't want to know anything about your sex life

Steve: But-

Thor: STEVEN AMERICA ROGERS OBEY TO YOUR EX TEAMMATES

Clint: Come on, let this old man say his peace

Natasha: Fine.

Steve: Peggy's WAP feels amazing, like warm oatmeal on a-

[Y/N] blocked Steve from the chat

[Y/N]: I just saved everyone's lives, appetite and sight. Say thank you

Everyone: Thank you [Y/N].

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