#gunna be unbearable again

[sweattyspaghetti]

Hai team. Watched Wicked and came out seeing a cardboard ad for a movie with Timothy Chalamet and Edward Norton. In that same day I watched Wolfs w/ Brad Pitt and then it made me miss them. And then I revisited my fc playlist and it was still goated and made me miss them even more…

[dark-and-kawaii]

‎‧₊˚✧[ Fucked In The Tower ]✧˚₊‧

Summary: Rolan pins you to a desk in Ramazith tower to claim you as his while Lorroakan is away. The way his seed drips out of your cunt, the white, creamy fluid staining that bastard’s flooring… It was enough to get him hard again.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Pairing: Rolan x F!Tav/Reader

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Content: NSFW - Squirting - Fat Creampie - Meaty Tiefling Cock - Clit Rubbing - Hurt/Comfort

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ I know how much you love your Rolan @reverieblondie ♡

Your throat was so sore from screaming out as he continued to stuff- to bully your gummy depths, but the pain was not the worst part of the experience. It was the pleasure, the ecstasy that was making your thighs and knees shake, and your heart beat out of your chest. Your head was light and so very dizzy, a buzzing sound echoing in your ears like a hive of angry bees.

His fingers gripped, his nails digging into the meat of your hips, biting into the soft flesh as if his nails would rip right through the skin and sink into the bone… The feeling was electric and had you moaning despite how wrecked and sore your vocal chords were.

“R-Rolan! I- I- can’t!!” You wailed, feeling his thick cock batter and beat against your cervix, each thrust sending an agonizing shock of both pain and pleasure deep within your belly.

“Y-you can!” Rolan grunted, his own voice strained, though not as much as yours. His body was hot, his skin flushed and sweaty as his muscles strained with each movement, his arms, his back, his stomach and chest. You were so enraptured by the sight of him that you barely noticed his hand slipping between your legs until his finger pressed and rubbed the sensitive nub hidden just above where he was entering you.

“N’o!! Not again!! Noooo!! I-I can’t- I can- i- im- gunna cu-m a-ah-a-AAAAAAAAH!!!~ Rooolann~!!!!”

He did not relent, even as you squirted against him, your juices splattering onto his robe and dripping down the parts of his chest that were exposed, pooling on the table soaking your ass. His finger was merciless and your clit was aching from overstimulation. The sensation had you thrashing and bucking beneath him… You looked so good like this, so fucking perfect and greedy for his cock… Not for Lorroakan’s, not for Cal’s or anyone else’s, just his…

Your face was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, your hair stuck to your face, and your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. He had never seen anything- anyone, more beautiful.

The wizard above you let out a loud groan as he pushed deep and hard, his cock pulsing, and the next moment a scalding hot liquid was being shot into your womb. It felt as if he was filling you to the brim, the warmth was unbearable and the feeling made your body spasm as your own orgasm washed over you again, making your muscles twitch and jerk- clinging to his meat like a vice.

The way he was spilling his seed inside your quivering, aching cunt… The pressure was overwhelming and the heat, the heat was enough to burn you alive it felt…

Both of you were panting heavily, trying to catch your breaths. You were too tired, your body limp and too weak to move... Rolan had fucked you senseless and had taken every ounce of energy you had.

He could feel himself softening inside you, but he did not pull out, not just yet. He wanted to be close to you, to enjoy this moment before he had to get back to his duties in the tower…

So instead he laid himself over your small form and buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and licking the skin there, savoring the taste of your sweat and the scent of your body. Your hands came up to tangle in his loose hair, “Rolan…?”

He grunted softly, his mouth too busy suckling and nipping at your neck to answer you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder, the pain was sharp, and the bite was deep, but the feeling was not unpleasant.

“Ah~ R-Rolan…~ I-I- Ah, we have to- we have to stop. I-if we don't get back- Lorroakan will f-find us- I- I don’t want him to hurt-“

Ever so grumpy, he groaned loudly, pulling his softening cock out of you, the feeling making your walls twitch as the warmth of his cum gushes out of your gaping cunt. He watched in satisfaction as his seed dripped out of your cunt, the white, creamy fluid staining that bastard’s flooring, making sure he would know exactly who had claimed his little toy.

Rolan had been thinking about doing this for a while, ever since the first time that fucker had made a move on you and grabbed your backside… And now… Now his seed was dripping from your used hole, proof that you were his.

“He wouldn’t dare touch you, not while I’m here.” His hand caressed your cheek, and you couldn’t help but frown, leaning into the touch… Your eyes wondered over Rolan’s abused face… the bruises were still there, they were darker now, more noticeable, and you could tell they were causing him a bit of discomfort, despite his claims to the contrary.

You reached up, your hand shaking, and you brushed your thumb across his swollen cheek, and the tiefling winced slightly.

Your lips pressed into a thin line, and your brow furrowed, “You’ve already endured enough punishment…”

Rolan frowned and took hold of your wrist, bringing your hand away from his face. Leaning down he pressed his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes, “And I’d endure it all again, for you. You are worth every ounce of pain, and every moment spent in suffering.”

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

💻🍭🥰🤔- if you want to! hope your day is nice 😽

Donuts by the Bay - Sweet/Romantic Kurt Goreshter Headcanons

Warnings: Fluff Q//w//Q

Notes: You don't even know how happy I am that Kurt is next in my queue I love him so much 🥰 I tried to keep all my hc requests between 10-20 but then I keep just going to 20 so that's what I'm gunna keep doing lol I hope you enjoy and thank you for your patience~ I hope your day is nice too! 💗💗💗

the first time you see him, you think he might be the type to mug you in a dark alleyway, between his tattoos and his haircut and his outfit you end up sweating nervously as he gets closer to you, and you're so busy trying to avoid him that you don't even notice yourself get mugged by a completely different guy until he's grabbing the thief by the arm and getting your attention, giving you back your wallet with a thick accent

you run into him again as you're waiting in line for donuts to bring to work, and he has the same idea it turns out as you properly thank him, and when you end up asking for the same thing coincidentally he gives you such a big smile you don't know how you were ever afraid of him

you see him repeatedly as you both stop for morning treats, and you chat while you stand in line each time until he tells you about his job at a security business, a start-up he and his friend own, and when he gives you his card in case you ever need some home security his personal number is written on the back

the next time you see him (after chickening out of calling him repeatedly) you sum up all your courage and ask him out for coffee, and you learn that while the pastries aren't just for him he does have quite the sweet tooth, another thing to contrast your first impression of him, and you can't believe how incredibly wrong you were as you sit with him in the corner of the café without realizing you're actually swooning as he speaks

after you start dating he greets you with kisses to your temple when you meet up at the shop each morning, kisses to your cheek when he takes you out to lunch, and a kiss to your hand when you finally have dinner together

he's surprisingly affectionate despite his more or less stoic nature by default, not the type to climb onto the nearest table and sing your praises to the world, but more the type to casually have his hand on you in some way no matter if you're sitting or standing, needing to be close to you until it becomes so second nature you don't even realize you've started doing it back

he's smart, so much better at computers and tech than you, and he's always ready to help you with something no matter how small or silly, he never laughs when you think you're asking a dumb question, just listens to your problem and takes a look, and without fail he has yet to not fix whatever task you bring to him

his friends mean a lot to him, the only people who had his back when he was dealing with getting out of Folsom State Prison, and when he opens up enough to let you meet them not just in the 'come check out our business' way but the 'let's all get dinner together one night' way you see just how much they compliment him even though they're all so different

whenever they need to work on a new commercial for X-CON, since Luis loves to keep changing it up purely due to nerves, you're the one he offers up as their test audience, since he trusts your opinion so highly, and while he is unbearably cute as he reads off his cue cards and curses in Russian when he messes up, you're always ready to give them pointers and adjust their scripts so it flows more naturally, which they really appreciate

you end up deciding that you could use a bit of home security after you've been together a while, an unintentional paranoia arising in your stomach after spending so much time around them all and their stories of break ins, some caused by them back in the day ironically enough, but he just holds you close, presses kisses to your forehead and promises that he'll never let anything happen to you

when you do order some cameras to put outside he's the one to personally install them, and he sneaks in a few extra bonuses for you without the others knowing, just to make you feel safer

whenever he visits he always waves at the camera by your door, just because he knows you'll eventually see it, and you keep a small collection of each one because you can't imagine letting them be lost to time

he loves cooking old family recipes from back home, sharing things he was taught by his mother, grandmother, telling you all about what each one means to him as you sit on your counter and watch him, and when you eat together he always lets you try it first so he can see your reactions

as you lay together on the couch or in bed he loves to link his fingers with yours and tell you about his tattoos, where he got his ring and necklace from and how the latter's been passed down through the men of his family for generations, and he teaches you the words for them in Russian

when you're held close he'll whisper things to you that you don't understand, and when he translate them you get him to teach you how to say them too, and his eyes shine when you tell him you love him in his native tongue for the first time

on the nights where you're anxious and can't sleep he brings you hot cocoa in bed and holds you to his chest, softly singing lullabies from when he was a child until your heart calms and you relax into his arms

for your birthday you find out that he's been planning a surprise party for you for weeks, he needed to ask Scott and Cassie to help most of all since Luis and Dave have horrible ideas, and aside from a beautiful cake and dinner they all helped make he also gifts you a box of the pastries you always get with a little ribbon on top, and for some reason (you know why) they taste even sweeter than usual as you all share them together in your living room

for his birthday you also need to go to Scott and Cassie, but only because you have no idea what he wants, but they're also stumped and can't help, so when he shows up at your place you feel bad that you have nothing to give, but he's just happy to make his favourite foods together, just the two of you, and spend the night with you while he shows you a movie from his childhood, and he translates every single line as you watch without subtitles

you never talk about marriage, not even when you date long enough to move into a brand new place together that's big enough for the both of you, but you think he might want it as much as you do when you wake up one morning and find him already awake and looking at you in the dawn's light, his hand brushing gently against your cheek as he wishes you a good morning in Russian, and you don't even realize til later that you understood him and wished it right back, English not even crossing your mind as he then kissed you in response

when he proposes to you he uses his own ring, a stand in until he can afford the one you want, but you just say yes and kiss him and tell him that you want to keep his, he's never getting it back now

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Thoughts you say? Sharing is caring yaknow? 👉👈

It was so unbelievably hot on stage. It always is, but today it was unbearable. Rain was struggling. His head was spinning, the heat was suffocating making it difficult for him to breath. He was sweating more then usual, he could feel it dripping from his neck all the way down his back. And he was hard. So unbelievably hard, he had been since the opening song. He was glad for his bass, covering the way he was throbbing in his pants, but he can’t help grinding into the sleek wood, the vibrations going right though him. 

And that was all before year zero. He’d honestly been so concentrated on keep time and trying not to blow a load in his pants, he completely forgot about Dew. About their little antic. 

It made him jump when he felt Dew slide up behind him, pressing his chest against Rain's back, a hand running across his chest, leaning up to whisper in his ear. 

“Can smell you from all the way on the other side of the stage.” Dews hand falls from his chest to his belly. “You’ve got poor baby Phantom all riled up, he’s never smelt a heat topside before.” Dew laughs. “He’s all but creaming his pants over you.” 

Rains eyes widen at Dews words. Just as he about to tell Dew he can’t be in heat, he feels a think blob for precum leaking from his tip and soaking into the denim of his jeans. 

 Dew laughs again, squeezing at Rain’s chest. 

“Phantom doesn’t know you’re mine does he? Doesn’t know that it’s my cock you beg for, my knot you cry over.” 

Rain gasps, rocking his hips into his bass harder, the vibrations making him twitch as leaks more pre into his pants. 

“Maybe I’ll have to show him after the show, how well you take, how prettily you beg for me to fill you with my kits.” 

Dews hand moves dangerously close to his throat now, threatening him with what’s to come. 

“I think I need to remind you too, that you’re mine . I can smell how wet you are, how desperate you are to get fucked. Even if you beg for everyone to fuck you, you’ll always belong to me.” 

Dew wraps his hand around Rain’s throat, squeezing at the sides. Rain moans, his head tipping back to rest on Dew shoulder. He feels himself get light headed as Dew squeezes harder, hears Dews sinister laugh as he pants out with a pathetic whimper. 

“Dew, Dew, I’m-oh god-I’m gunna-“ He gets choked off as Dew squeezes even harder. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Show the entire show who you below too. Show them who makes you cum so easily.” 

Rain tenses, then shudders with a moan so loud that Copia’s head whips around to look at them. His belly ripples with the intensity, he feels himself twitching and throbbing in his jeans as he cums. There’s so much, wet and sticky, coating the inside of his jeans and damping the fabric and making it stick to this thighs in an uncomfortable way. 

He sags against Dew as he comes down, but the fire ghoul just laughs at him again, stepping back, making Rain stumble back, his legs still weak. 

“Good luck hiding that during final bows.” Thags the last thing Dew says before he’s off and o the other side of the stage before Rain and even register what happened. 

He looks down, as subtly as he can, confused by Dew means. There’s a wet patch. A big one. And it’s only spreading more, the fabric soaking up his release. He moans, he can’t help it, feeling himself twitch once again, he never really went soft in the first place, and grinds his hips back into his bass, feeling the warm and sticky wetness slide against the sensitive head of his cock. He’s fucked for final bows, everyone will know what he did, so there’s no harm in making it worse now. 

[gamequoteshowdown]

Thank you everyone for making this happen! Now, without further ado, the match-ups for Round 1!!!

Round 1

"I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3 / "You're just a corpse who doesn't know he's dead" - Valter, Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones

"Are you going to be our goddess of victory… or our angel of death? Doesn't sound too bad to bet my life on that." - Keiji Shinogi, Your Turn To Die: Death Game by Majority / "Don't fuck with a witch!" - Bayonetta, Bayonetta

"Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5 / "I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child." - Starlo, Undertale Yellow

"I want you to live." - Charlotte Wiltshire, Hello Charlotte Series / "Your hair… sunset colored. I like it." - Queequeg, Limbus Company

"The hope to end pointless conflict… The hope to tell your daughter how much you care… It is our mission as apothecaries to ensure that everyone lives long enough for their hopes to become reality. Even if it costs us our own lives." - Castti Florenz, Octopath Traveler II / "Game is clear when 2 zombies hold hands!!" - "How to Play" Narrator, Loving Deads: The House of the Dead EX

"Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings" - Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "I am so fucking normal right now" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

“SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN” - Harry du Bois (in the form as a potential mural painting), Disco Elysium / "You pull out your cellphone and access your old Tumblr. You have ten, but you specifically access the Garfield one." - Narrator, Monster Prom

"… Nice meeting you again, you FUCKING WHALE!" - Ishmael, Limbus Company / "My guess is no one's ever loved you before" - Woody, Kingdom Hearts 3

"Take care, [player]. I was lucky to have known you. Though the parting hurts... the rest is in your hands!" - Grovyle, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky / "Far out, man." - Netzach, Limbus Company

"I'll be back once I eliminate that devil called poverty from the world!" - Partitio Yellowil, Octopath Traveler II / "Elder gods from the whole cosmos have awoken to taste your cookies." - Narrator, Cookie Clicker

"Hello! This is the part where I kill you!" - Wheatley, Portal 2 / "Now we come to the question : Do I kill you? Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight? The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose?" - Alice Angel, Bendy and the Ink Machine

"I am Ferdinand von Aegir" - Ferdinand von Aegir, Fire Emblem: Three Houses / "Her metabolic processes are of interest only to historians." - Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations

"It ain't a matter of guys or chicks... I'm just scared shitless of being rejected" - Kanji Tatsumi, Persona 4 / "...also Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers" - Narrator, The Stanley Parable

“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” - Happy Mask Salesman, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask / "I have no idea what to do with my life, but that's okay! Because I'm still working hard! Even if it's on nothing at all!" - Papyrus, Undertale

"Despite everything, its still you." - Narrator/Chara/Frisk???, Undertale / "In this world, it's kill or be killed." - Flowey, Undertale

“Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves…” - Voices of the Paranoid, Slay the Princess / "In the quiet glade, across old bark. In the ancient glade, it's always dark." - Gabbro, Outer Wilds

"You take away all their sins, and people aren't people anymore!" - Rokurou Rangetsu, Tales of Berseria / "Do you even get how it feels to have nightmares about doing tango with raw chickens? Eh?" - Heathcliff, Limbus Company

"Life is worth living, even if it hurts you, even if you hurt in it." - Solid Snake, Metal Gear Solid / "I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him." - 2B, Nier: Automata

“Oh? Is that how it is? Yeah, okay, I like you too. Neat! Still going to kill you, but now we can both enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder.” - The Razor, Slay the Princess / "Now it’s Reyn Time!" - Reyn, Xenoblade Chronicles

"You lost the coin toss. We both did." - Catherine Chun, SOMA / "I like to drink blood. . . and smoke the weed!" - Dracula, Space Funeral

"Pick a god and pray!" - Frederick, Fire Emblem: Awakening / "Can you believe it? Dragons! In your own homeland! What are you going to do?" - Florentia Candidius, Elder Scrolls Online

""Did you get the Broom Closet Ending?! The Broom Closet Ending was my favourite!" ...I hope your friends find this concerning." - Narrator, The Stanley Parable / "It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!" - Old Man, Legend of Zelda

“Close your eyes for a sec, will you Chigasaki?” “You mean physically? Or to the criminal acts I’m pretty sure you’re about to commit?” “Both.” - Chikage Utsuki & Itaru Chigasaki, A3! Act! Addict! Actors! / "You are all about to perish, do as you please. I'm sorry." - Meta Knight, Kirby Super Star

"Boy" - Kratos, God of War / "Take care of yourself, kid, cause someone really cares about you." - Sans, Undertale

"Almost Christmas means it wasn't Christmas!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "Dios mío!” (Draw a cross.) “A LIBERAL!" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!" - Ema Skye, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / ""Trust your partner"... And I do. I can't forgive you, but I trust you." - Neku Sakuraba, The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." - Ralof, Skyrim / *clap ... clap ... clap ... * "Oh good, my slow clap processor made it into this thing, so at least we have that" - GLaDOS, Portal 2

"hallOO. chikkEN. OKs?" - BOb, Slime Rancher / "Pretty good plan. You could say it was the greatest—" - Charles Calvin, The Henry Stickmin Collection

"Blood comes in four types: A, B, O, and AB. However! No blood test can determine whether a murder was committed… in cold blood!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "You ain't my partner anymore, man. You're my friend! So trus' that, yo!" - Beat (Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito), The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"I always come back." - William Afton, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator / "So -- as you can see, I'm a *pretty okay* detective -- and an absolutely GIANT COMMUNIST." - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"Ears have a nice mouth feel, very chewy!" - Briar, League of Legends / "This is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me." - Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)

"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in hell." - Sans, Undertale / "In the dark times, should the stars also go out?" - Steban, the Student Communist, Disco Elysium

“We are a path in the woods. We have no beginning, and we have no end, but something cold and unnatural sits watching us from just beyond our edge.” - The Wild, Slay the Princess / "Strong Pokémon. Weak Pokémon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled Trainers should try to win with the Pokémon they love best." - Karen (Elite Four), Pokemon HeartGold / SoulSilver

[fanderficreader]

A Night Out.

(TickleTober Day 10. “Spidering”)

A/N: I know I’m late to this one and it’s also not very long, but it’s fine…😅

Words: 630.

Ships: Royality. (Romantic or otherwise, idc.)

TW: Mention of spiders, alcohol and being drunk, but other than that all fluff.

It was a slow day, so the sides convinced Thomas to go out. Long story short, Thomas had a little too much to drink and had to Uber home.

If you’re not aware, alcohol affects the sides differently. For instance, Patton: He gets more slap happy, and in Logan’s opinion ‘a lot more unbearable than usual.’

For Roman however: He gets a lot sassier and his imagination works very quickly. Quicker than normal.

Jump to now, Roman was trying to keep Patton under control, while also trying not to topple over himself. -yes, the alcohol works different for them, but they’re still a bit tipsy-

“What do ya ge’ when ya mix a cow an a tornado…???” Patton said, rocking back and forth on his heels, trying to stay up.

“I don’t know, what?” Roman asked, trying to humor him. “A udder disaster!! Haha!” Patton bent over in hysterical laughter.

“Ok, I think it’s time for you to take a nap.” Roman suggested. “Na’ am not tired! I’m fine…” He said, before collapsing into Roman’s arms.

“Either you go to bed, or ima make you…” Roman stated, a slight smirk playing on his face. “Whadya mean??” Patton asked, barely still coherent.

“I mean…” Roman trailed off. “This.” He said as he started spidering his fingers in between Patton’s ribs. Resulting in Patton squealing and clamping his arms to his sides, hysterically giggling.

“Oh. What’s wrong Patton?~” Roman asked him in a teasing tone. “Did you see a spider?!” Roman asked jokingly. “NohohahahehehehHEHEH!!” “Oh, I think I see it! It’s crawling on you Patton!” Roman said in faux shock.

“Oh no!! Now it’s crawling into your belly button!” He said as he started spidering his fingers into Patton’s navel. “EEEHHEHEHehehhe!!! RohohHahHAHAHMahahahHaHAHNNN!!” Patton shouted.

“What? I’m trying to help!” He said, as he started swirling his finger in Patton’s belly button. “EEEHEHE!!” Patton squealed again. Roman then started to take his other hand and squeeze Patton’s knee. “AAHAHAHEHEHeheheh!!” Patton laughed hysterically at that.

“Wow, is there anywhere that you’re not ticklish??” Roman said, breaking his facade. “NOHOHO!! EHEHEHhehehehEEE!!” Roman had stopped squeezing Patton’s knee cap, and shoved his hand in Patton’s armpit. The finger that was in Patton’s belly button was now poking at his neck.

“Are you gunna go to bed now, or do I need to keep going ‘til you’re all tired out?” Roman asked, keeping up his attack in Patton’s pits. “EHEHEE!! YEEhheheHEHES!!” Patton responded. When he said that Roman stopped.

“Are you good, Padre?” Roman looked at Patton, who was currently a giggling panting mess. But, regardless he gave a thumbs up. When he did that Roman snuck one last poke to his armpit, which made Patton give one last giggle and flinch away.

“If you didn’t want Patton to be so chaotic, then why did you convince Thomas to drink tonight?” Logan asked, walking into the living room. “Because, it allowed Thomas to have some fun.” Roman shot back at Logan.

“Plus, it gives me an excuse to tickle Patton.” Roman said with a devious smirk on his face. As Roman was reaching to tweak Patton’s side, his hand got snatched. “I’m glad you had your fun.” Patton stated. “Now it’s my turn…” fear washed over Roman’s face.

Roman managed to quickly snatch his hand out of Patton’s grasp, and bolted. When Roman ran it was silent for a second, and then…”oh, this is gunna be fun~” Patton said under his breath.

Logan still stood there, not quite comprehending what just happened in front of him. He then turned to leave rolling his eyes. “I’ll never fully grasp the importance of these silly activities.” He said, walking out of the living room.

A Roman scream could be heard in the distance, followed by loud boisterous laughter.

[061801]

I don’t think someone’s ever been able to ask me how I’ve been doing and I’ve said; I’m doing really well. Idk if it’s just my perspective on life but there’s always something I’m going through that is unbearable to get through. Right now I literally don’t even have a quarter of my rent because I booked a day off and tried to get my g2 that I failed so I have no license, my health card expired and of course I’m sick (I literally could go get it renewed I just have no energy to fucking bus or walk there and that’s another thing that I’m upset about cuz I’m 23 and still BUSSING AND WALKING PLACES.) I have no money to Uber there. My ex passing and then my family being really shitty about it so I feel like I don’t have any of my family to talk to about it. Idk if I would say my bf has high standards but I mess up a lot and when I look back they’re not even hard things to follow I’m just not used to caring about certain stuff and I feel like I’m always mentally unstable and he’s very stable and I just feel like a burden in his life. I also know he has eyes for a lot of pretty girls snd also we can’t be together for the long run because he wants to marry someone within his religion and have kids with her so honestly I feel like I’m kinda just being used as a toy until he finds what he really wants. I’m never any of my friends first choice except for friends that I literally don’t want to be around not gunna lie. It’s not that I don’t like them, but because of the amount of suffering I’ve done in my life I just have no more tolerance to do things I don’t wanna do like hangout with ppl on their couch with their kids. I’d rather just text u and sit on my own couch by myself without getting interrupted by your kid every 30 seconds and listening to it scream and bang shit around. I don’t want to have to do certain things to avoid hurting ur baby and I’m sry I know I’m being shitty but I just fucking don’t want to. Im having a really hard time figuring out what my hobbies are. I really enjoy gymnastics and cheerleading but unfortunately that’s an insanely expensive hobby and very risky. It’s one thing if I was doing it since I was a kid but I could literally paralyze my entire body doing it especially with the condition my body is in. I have thought maybe I could do open gym sessions again just at $15 per day which isn’t bad. My social anxiety gets me really good tho. I wish I had a friend that enjoyed gymnastics that would actually go with me :( I also do like photography and playing piano recently but I get really discouraged when my photos don’t turn out and when I play piano I’m having a hard time remembering the chords and I try to sing and I get too nervous. Overall writing this I’ve realized I’m just a nervous wreck. I’m afraid of everybody and everything which is ironic considering I act so unfazed by everything when in reality everything hits like an avalanche. I need to force myself to view the world a different way but my brain is so corroded idk how I’d ever do it. I physically can’t see the reality of it. Idk how to describe it but thinking of myself being genuinely happy makes me incredibly sad. Idrk how. I’m thinking it’s because I just don’t see the reality of it happening and I want it so bad. Clearly not bad enough because I continue my bad habits. Even if I had money I feel like I’d still be incredibly depressed because money is very cool but I want a genuine connection with someone. I see people happy with their family or friends or boyfriend/girlfriend and I have like erased all my emotions and ability to show vulnerability and affection. The second I get a slight feeling that I might look like a joke to someone; I run or I get really aggressive. The amount of times I’ve been cheated on and lied to by my own family even; is truly sad. Sad is an understatement. I wish I knew who I would have become had I not went through so much. I feel like I would have accomplished a lot of things such as a real hobby, probably a career by now. I definitely would have had a car and a group of friends. I’ll never know :(

[toxic-bile]

Im gunna die of pain, it’s unbearable. Im imagining the worst possibilities and Im hurting myself

I love you so much I don’t want to lose you. I don’t know how I will live without you. I won’t be capable to live normally for a fat while with this unbearable depressed pain

All I can do is waiting but Im so scared

Please call me Honey again

[motheyes]

i so fucking hot in my room rn. i’m dying man

[hellfiremunsonn]

Steve Freaking Harrington.

AN: ALRIGHT WELL I SAID I WAS WRITING A STEVE FIC AND I REALLY FUCKIN DID. It’s a slow burn so if you just want the smut part you’ll have to scroll for quite a while. I got a little carried away. I’m gunna call it “Part One” for now until I know what or where I'm going with it but I really hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know if there is anything I didn’t tag, or if you have any feedback. 

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Word count: 7705

Warnings: blood, talk of self harm, mentions of past self harm scars, fem reader, Dom Steve if you squint, unprotected sex (please always use protection), p in v, m oral receiving, fingering, m an f orgasm

StevexReader 

It was another long and boring day at Family Video. One of those days where I often just stood at the counter shifting my weight from foot to foot staring at the clock and trying to ignore whatever shitty move was playing on the tv behind me. Robin scribbled doodles on a scrap piece of paper and Steve hung around on the other side of the counter, leaning on his elbows with his head in his hands. "This is brutal" Steve said sighing.

"At least you don't have to go to school tomorrow" Robin muttered, still doodling.

I smiled a little. It became so familiar to listen to them bicker back and fourth. They were like an old married couple. "Ahh yes the young child complains about getting her education while not having to pay rent" I said side eyeing her.

"Okay I'm eighteen, which means legally I'm an adult so" she said raising her eyebrows. Steve and I shared a look before laughing.

"Just because you're eighteen doesn't mean you're not a kid, believe me" I thought back when I thought everything would change when I turned eighteen. It's a big deal for no real reason other than legally being an adult. You still can't drink, you're still in high school, and for most people, still living under their parents roof with everything paid for. But in the end you still were a kid who was clueless about the world. I wouldn't go as far to say that about Robin considering how mature she really was despite being as goofy as she is.

"Were you the one who got stuck in a Russian lab, or dungeon? Basement maybe? I'm not even sure what is was, but was that you? No it wasn't" she said crumpling up her doodle filled paper and throwing it at my head.

"Hey!" I sad rubbing my forehead where the crinkled ball had poked me before landing on the floor. "Listen I was probably laying in bed states away blissfully unaware, so no, I can't relate to that" I grabbed the paper ball and threw it into the trash, glancing at the clock again groaning I made my way over to the shelves and started spacing everything way too neatly just to pass time.

About an hour later I was now sitting on the floor still spacing each movie apart but now on the opposite side of the store when Robin came out of the back room loudly swinging her backpack over her shoulder. "Well see ya later losers, have fun closing up" And with a wink she was out the door. I gave her a quick wave and continued my spacing.

"(Y/N)?" Steve called.

"Over here!" I said peaking around one of the shelves.

"Why are you on the floor?" He said standing next to me.

"Because why would I stand up to do the bottom shelf?" I said back. Looking up at him. He was so beautiful. And he knew it, which made him more unbearable because he knew what to do, and when to do it, and who to do it too, so he could get the right reaction out of them. We became friends quite quickly when I started working at Family Video mainly from how much time we spent alone in the empty store, but also because Robin forced him to train me when I started so she wouldn't have to. I definitely don't blame her for that because training the newbie is always kind of boring. Although I had to thank her for that because if it wasn't for her distaste in training I don't know if I would have ever gotten as close to Steve as I have if he wasn't the one spending all that extra time training me.

After a few short months of getting to know Steve and opening up to him. I told him about how my home life wasn't exactly ideal and offered to let me stay in one of his spare bedrooms. His house was massive and his parent's rarely home, not that they minded me. They really liked me actually. I tried to deny Steves offer until one fairly rough night at home got just a little too much. So at two am he drove to my house, helped me pack up my belongings and took me 'home'. I refused to stay there without paying rent, and although Steve was very against it I kept sending the money to his parents so he couldn't stop me. All he had to do was give me that 'Steve Harrington' look and I would have caved and not payed him or his parents a single penny.

I always felt like he could see right through me. Like every time those brown eyes made their way to mine that he was reading every thought that entered my mind and could tell how I was feeling. Maybe it was just because he was supposedly good with women, or maybe he just started to figure out how to be good with me? It was a thought I had often of him and I together, not always rated G and I would never admit it to Robin let alone him. Robin picked up on my crush rather quickly and would teased me about it often but it was our little secret and Steve really hated that we had a secret. He hated not being apart of it especially with two of his closet friends but I just couldn't tell him.

I wasn't really part of his crowd, even with all the fourteen year olds, and I never wanted to push my luck and force myself onto them or into their group. I knew they were all super close and that Steve cared for each of them as if they were his own children. It was cute seeing him take on this paternal instinct around them, like it was so natural and he had been doing it his whole life. Maybe it was because his parents weren't really around and he kind of had to parent himself.

His parents being MIA would definitely explain his old reputation I heard so much about from Robin. "King Steve" they would call him, and apparently he was a bit of a dick, but that changed, and he never went back to being that person. I'm glad I got to know him as the Steve he is now otherwise I'm not so sure we would get along, but together were just a couple of goofs who "Share one brain cell" between the two of us as Robin often tells us.

"Hellooooo" Steve said waving a hand in front of my face snapping me from my thoughts.

"W-what? What's up?" I said trying to act casual.

"You were day dreaming about me again weren't you" He said teasing.

"Again? Bold of you to assume I've day dreamed about you at all, let alone multiple times Harrington" I teased back. Finally standing up from floor, pulling my shorts back down my thighs from bunching I wiggled slightly and sighed. Steve eyed me suspiciously.

"Can you come help me move that big table in the back? A new shipment of snacks and shit should be here in the morning so Keith want's space for it" He said shoving his hands deep into his jeans. Which I didn't even think was possible, considering how wonderfully tight they were.

"Yes sir!" I said giving him a salute and making my way to the back. "I hate this table" I said standing at one end of it, my hands cuffed around the metal edge ready to lift. "Why?" Steve questioned going to the other end. "It's just a table" he said and laughed as he lifted his end. Nodding his head to tell me I was good to lift my end. As I lifted it pain seared through my palm and I gritted my teeth as we slowly shimmied to get the table to the other side of the room. Dropping my end of the table abruptly I grabbed my hand quickly noticing blood dripping from it. I hopped up and down muttering profanities until Steve asked me what was wrong.

"Fucking stupid table, I told you I didn't like, and it fucking cut me!" I said holding up my hand while still holding it with my other hand attempting to keep the bleeding at bay not knowing how bad the cut actually was.

"Jesus Christ (Y/N) you're bleeding everywhere!" Steve said rushing to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kid. "No shit Sherlock" I said following him.

"Sit on the toilet" He ordered, closing the lit and gesturing to it with a nod of his head while he kneeled in front of me rummaging through the tiny red box.  I tapped my feet frantically up and down while I waited for Steve. "Okay so, we have to clean it, and that's going to hurt a lot even if it isn't as deep of a cut as it looks" he said glancing up at me. I guess he could see the concern on my face and rubbed my knee briefly. "It'll be over before you know it"

I groaned leaning back into the toilet, a few whimpers escaping my mouth as the pain continued. I watched Steve as he carefully set everything up, and even washed his hands before returning to the floor in front of me. Tipping the bottle of rubbing alcohol onto one of the pieces of gauze he steadied himself between my legs and held out his hand. I hesitated clutching my hand a little closer to my chest fearing how bad the alcohol was going to make it sting. Steves eyes softened and his mouth turned up into a small smile. "We gotta get it clean" He said softly. I slowly sat up straight and cautiously gave him my hand finally letting go of it with my other hand. He held it gently in his as he rested it on top of my thigh. "Do you want me to count to three or something?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"No- Wait! Yes, please. Please count" I said.

"Okay" Steve said taking a deep breath. "One-"

He never made it to three before patting the wet gauze onto my hand and I yelped out but he held my hand in place. "You fucker!" I spat. Tears threatening to spill over.

"Oh you're fine" He said giving my hand a final swipe. "Look it's not even that bad! Just a little cut" Cutting a smaller piece of fresh gauze he placed it onto my palm and used medical tape to keep it in place. I watched as his fingers worked delicately around my hands, cleaning off the excess blood. I could feel my heart beat in my ears, and my skin get hot.

"You're looking a little pale there. You alright?" Steve asked. Resting his hands on my knees.

"I think I might pass out" I said weakly, feeling the tips of my fingers go numb and the room spin slightly.

"Not on my watch, come here" He said as he lifted me off the toilet and onto the floor, positioning my arms and legs so I was sat with my head between my legs. "Alright I need you to take some slow deep breaths okay? In through your nose and out through your mouth"

I did as he said and only lifted my head when the heart beat in my ears faded and the room stopped spinning. Taking a final deep breath I leaned back resting my head against the bathroom wall.

"There's that colour coming back to that pretty face" Steve said rubbing my cheek lightly with his thumb. I hummed, closing my eyes and leaning into his warm palm. Realizing what I was doing I cleared my throat and moved away from his hand. "Thank you for uh" I said raising my hand. "Fixing me" I let out an awkward laugh.

"It was my pleasure" He said smiling and standing up. For a moment I thought his cheeks might have been a slight pink but maybe I was just seeing things. I did almost just pass out so I don't know if I fully trust my own brain right now. "Take a minute to take breather, I'll clean up the blood while you do that"

I got up slowly after a few minutes of extra sitting just to make sure I wasn't going to topple over and fall unconscious and hitting my head off of something and then bleeding out in the Family Video bathroom. definitely not how I want to die. Eventually I made my way back out into the store and to the counter where Steve was counting the till whispering the numbers slightly as he flipped through the money.

Scribbling, he ran a hand through his hair before noticing me. "Hey, I grabbed a few accident report papers for you to fill out" He said pointing to them on the counter next to him.

A small laugh bubbled in my chest as I reached for them, folding them into a square and shoving them into my bag knowing I would never actually fill them out.  As if reading my thoughts like I always thought he was, he said. "I already filled one out, so don't lie and tell me you're going to fill it out and then never do it"

A blush rose to my cheeks. I don't know how he knew me so well. Maybe I was just really predictable. "Alright, double check this for me and then we are good to go" He said holding his pen out towards me. I grabbed it and stood on my tippy toes, leaning against the counter as I tapped the numbers into the calculator. "Still can't do the math in your head?" Steve whispered, not wanting to disrupt my counting. "Shut it Harrington" I mumbled giving a final check and my signature to the paper. Throwing the pen down onto the counter I raised my good hand for a high five which Steve reciprocated with a dramatic wave of his hand before slapping it against mine and giving it a light squeeze.

After locking the door behind us I followed slowly behind Steve to his car, waiting at the passenger door for him to unlock it before sliding into the seat. I tucked my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them and wrapped my arms around them tightly. It was hard being around Steve all the time and I knew that living with him was going to be even harder, but I had only been there for a few weeks. Sitting in my room with my door always open out of habit, he would walk by fresh out of the shower, a towel hung low on his waist, his happy trail sparkling with drops of water still stuck to it. He never caught me staring in those moments thankfully, but it didn't stop me from wanting to kick down his door and kiss him.

"You okay?" Steve said breaking the silence.

"Yeah, just in my own head" Which wasn't a lie, I just couldn't tell him what exactly was going through my mind.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours" He asked turning down his street.

"It's nothing you need to worry about" I said forcing a smile. When he pulled up into the drive way I got out quickly, almost too quickly as I heard Steve hiss from behind me when I opened the car door before it was fully stopped.

I silently cursed at myself when I got to the front door realizing it was locked and that once again I had to wait for Steve. We still hadn't gone out to get a new copy of the house key for me, so I had to rely on him for another fucking thing.

"Please don't do that again, I could have ran over your foot or something, and I do not think I could deal with that complaining" He said walking in front of me, my shoulder slightly brushing his arm in the process, causing goosebumps to raise on my skin. He unlocked the door and opened it, gesturing with his arm for me to enter first which I did quickly. I sped up the stairs, the sound of my converse slapping against the hardwood as I went. Reaching my room I belly flopped collapsing onto my bed, breathing in the familiar scent of Steves laundry detergent on my blankets. I kicked off my shoes still laying on my stomach and heard them hit the floor with a thud. What the hell was I going to do? This crush is getting worse by the minute and I think I might actually explode. I felt like a bottle of unopened coke that had been shaken so severely that it might just burst without the seal of its plastic lid ever breaking.

I was growing annoyed with myself and obviously Steve. Because why did he have to be so fucking nice to me? No one was this nice to me, not even my parents. The people around town, knew me as that 'drunk dudes daughter' and even though I don't go to school with them, those preppy teenagers bullied me as if they had known me for years. As if I didn't have enough of my own thoughts to bully me. I pulled one of my sleeves up looking at the thin white raised scars along my wrist and forearm. Tracing them with my fingers I sighed and pulled my sleeve back down over them. It was a habit I finally recovered from, but still sometimes I found myself yearning for that familiar release.  No one in I knew Hawkins knew about it. The weather had still been cold enough when I first moved here that I could always wear sweaters and long sleeves without it being questioned. I dreaded the warm weather that had started to creep in weeks ago and I forced myself into a pair of shorts today before going to work. But it was always chilly inside the store so again the sleeves weren't questioned.

A soft knock from behind me is what broke me out of my thoughts. Rolling my head to the side and out of the corner of my eye Steve stood leaning against the doorframe of my room not daring to enter it without permission like a vampire. "Hi" I said quietly. "Come in" I rolled over and sat up crossing my legs.

Steve came in and sat in the chair at my desk. "What's going on with you?" He said looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I said pretending to be confused.

"I don't know you've been weird all day, and the getting out of the car before it was stopped?" He shrugged leaning back. "It's not like you, you usually talk to me" his eyes were soft and a worried expression slowly formed in his face.

Without telling him exact details, I took a deep breath and said. "I have a crush..." My cheeks felt hot and I avoided eye contact by picking at a loose thread in one of my socks.

"You have a crush" Steve repeated. I nodded. "It's been consuming every waking moment of my brain, and I don't know how much longer I can cope with it, I want to like" I stopped furrowing my brows thinking of the words. "-Like peel my skin off"

Steve stifled a laugh as I finally looked up at him. "Don't laugh it's not funny!"

He held his hands up in defence trying his best to suppress his laughing. "Okay I'm sorry, it's not funny. Does he have a girlfriend or something?" He questioned.

"Or she, don't be so quick to assume Harrington" I said smirking. "I mean have you seen women?"

"I have actually yeah" he laughed. "Okay so why can't you confront this 'crush'" he said using air quotes around the word crush.

"Because it's just one of those things, it would ruin everything, especially if he didn't like me back" I said the last part more quietly than intended. "I'm just waiting for it to fade, but its hard, and there's only so many cold showers I can take"

Steve choked, coughing into his fist. He shifted, seeming a little uneasy. "So why don't you... You know..." he trailed off.

"The word is masturbate Steve" I said laughing.

"Yeah I know" he said annoyed. "Its just hard to imagine you doing that"

"I don't think it's that hard" I stated leaning my back against my wooden headboard.

He stood up abruptly. "Alright I'm leaving, I'm tired" he said walking towards the door.

"Can't handle the thought Harrington?" I said teasing, getting up to rummage around for some comfy clothes.

"I really can't" He said giving me slow side smile as he walked down the hall to his bedroom and shut the door.

I stood up frozen, an old pink tank top held tightly in my hands wincing a little at my bandaged palm. What the hell was that? I glanced towards my door where he no longer stood with my mouth open in confusion. Shaking my head I walked into our shared bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I could feel the summer heat invading the house already and frowned. Lastly I cleaned my hand taking off the bandage giving it time to breathe and finally made my way into bed.

I woke up to heat. So much heat. Sitting up in my bed I felt the back of my tank top cling to me and the skin of my thighs that had been touching were slick with sweat. Why was it so fucking hot? Stumbling out of bed even my bare feat stuck to the floor as I made my way down stairs. Steve stood in the middle of the kitchen, tools splayed out all over the counters, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face and onto his shoulder, his naked chest slightly shiny as the sweat clung to his chair. A pair of old basketball shorts hanging just a little lower on his hips than they should be. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before noticing me standing in front of him.

"AC is broken" He said frowning.

"Fuck me" I said running my hands through my hair. Only now realizing I was stood in front of him in a very short and tight tank top and a pair of pink pajama shorts. His eyes glanced down and back up quickly before clearing his throat and continuing his search for whatever specific tool he was looking for. "What are you even doing? Do you know how to fix it?" I questioned.

"No I don't have a fucking clue how to fix it (Y/N)" He said clearly annoyed, while planting his palms flat onto the counter with a light smack to look up at me.

"Sorry" I said shrinking into my shoulders a little. I didn't mean to upset him.

"No, no" He wiped his forehead again. "I'm sorry, I'm just hot and frustrated, I didn't mean to snap"

"It's okay" I said giving him a sly smile. "it was kind of hot?" I admitted.

"Hot? What being rude?"

"Yeah a little" I said biting my lip to stifle a laugh. "I mean I'm sure you've been mean, like sexually to girls in bed right?"

He scratched the back of his head. "Well I mean yeah" His cheeks turning a little more pink than they already were.

"So then there you go" I said clapping my hands together. I walked towards to fridge opening the freezer grabbing a red popsicle from the box at the back.

"Breakfast?" He smirked. I saluted him with the popsicle in hand. "I'm getting in the pool" I stated, walking past him and out the back door sitting down on the ledge of the pool sticking my feet in. Ripping the plastic off of the popsicle I popped the end of it into my mouth swirling it around. The water was cold and I shivered as it touched my skin but it felt so good. I moaned a little, leaning back onto my hand letting my head fall back. The sun wasn't high enough in the sky yet to burn me just yet, and I watched as it sprinkled through the leaves of the trees. A slight breeze came and went every so often and it really helped along with my nearly melted popscile. It was better than the stale hot air from inside the house. Sliding the last bit of it off of the wooden stick I gave my hands a quick rinse with the pool water.

I heard some loud banging and then the back door open aggressively and Steve stomped out, clearly still frustrated. Sitting down next to me he sighed, the cold water very obviously instantly calming him.

"I called my parents, they said someone will come to fix the AC tomorrow" He said quietly.

"Okay" I said softly while swinging my feet back and fourth in the water, listening to the rippling noises. I leaned back so my back was now flat against the concrete and rolled my tank top until it sat right under my boobs. If I was going to be out here I might as well try to work on my tan. I traced patterns lazily along my stomach and felt myself relaxing into my own touch.  

The phone ran from inside of the house and I squinted, only opening one eye to look over at Steve who sighed before getting up to go answer it. Leaning back up onto my elbows I decided to finally just get into the water. Getting up and walking to the shallow end and walked down the few steps until I was waist deep, my hands swaying around me in the water. I would have put on a swim suit but I had no intention of going back into that hell hot house unless absolutely necessary. Taking a deep breath I dipped my head under the water standing back up gasping lightly at the cold temperature against my chest. It was almost euphoric how good the water felt.

Steve emerged again from the house and resumed his position at the edge of the pool. "The children want to come and use the pool, and because I can't say no to those little shit heads, they'll be here in fifteen"

I laughed lightly while continuing to swirl the water around me with my hands. "You and those tiny children"

"You can't call them tiny, most of them are taller than you" Steve said kicking water towards me. "You're literally in the shallow end of a pool and it's almost at your boobs"

I rolled my eyes and attempted to splash him back but the water didn't reach him as much as I wanted to. "Will you ever let me live it down that I'm short?"

"Never" he said smiling. I watched his eyes glance down clearly at my chest and then back up, craning his neck pretending to look at the sky.

Blushing I looked down, realizing the tank top I was wearing was almost see through. Panicking I covered my chest crossing my arms and hooking my hands into my armpits for maximum protection. Before I could speak, I heard the loud voices of the young gang approaching the backyard. "Shit" I mumbled and sunk down into the water so it would cover my exposed chest.

"Steve I need you to get me a different shirt" I said quietly.

"Oh why?" He said jokingly. "Don't want a bunch of teenagers seeing your nipples?" He glanced down again quickly.

"Stop flirting and go get me a different shirt please" I begged through gritted teeth.

The kids stumbled into the backyard yelling, laughing, and pushing each other. "(Y/N)!" Max yelled running over to the edge of the pool closet to me. "I was really hoping I wasn't going to be the only girl out here, because if I spend one more minute with them, my brain might actually start losing IQ points"

I let out a small laugh, still keeping my shoulders below the water. The boys instantly jumped into the pool, and began beating each other with pool noodles they brought along with them. Max sat at the edge of the pool, sunglasses on and a book in her hands with a small towel hung over her freckled shoulders, probably preventing herself from getting sun burnt.

Eventually Steve finally returned, one of his t-shirts in hand, and a bunch of towels tucked under his arm. I swam back over to the edge of the pool and held my hand out so he could pass it to me, and he almost did, but instead hesitated and stepped back with a smirk on his face. He walked back a bit and placed it on one of the lounge chairs. "Shirts here if you still need it" He said pointing down to it.

"Steve can you bring it to me please?"

"Nah I think you can come and get it"

I groaned. "Steve can you please just bring it to me, I don't have time for your stupid mind games right now"

That caused a few chuckles out of the boys and I smiled.

"What's the problem?" Max asked. "Why won't he give you the shirt?"

"Because he's annoying" I said matter of factly.

"Why don't you just go and get it?" Dustin asked.

"Because she doesn't want everyone to see her boobs" Steve said laughing slightly.

The boys all groaned and I even heard one of them mutter "Gross" turning their attention back to each other, and although I wanted to laugh at them for being so immature I held my glare at Steve.

What game is he trying to play right now? I stared at him mouth agape not knowing what to do, or what was going on in that big head of his. And then he slowly licked his lips, his tongue darting out briefly and then I knew. He was coming onto me. But why? And why now? Was this is normal friendly flirting that he does with me and Robin all the time, or was this actual flirting, because if he is actually flirting right now, the heat that is barreling down onto my back from the sun is not helping the rising temperature growing throughout my body.

So mustering all the courage I had, I walked slowly over to the steps dunking my head under the water again one last time before beginning to walk up and out of the pool while smoothing my hair back out of my face. I walked towards Steve, and squeezed the water out of the side of my tank top knowing he was watching my every move. I stood in front of him, looking up at him through my wet lashes and reached for the bottom of my top before lifting it over my head leaving me completely bare chested in front of him. His breath hitched and I watched him swallow hard, his Adams apple bobbing as he did so. Reaching down for the shirt, still not breaking eye contact I pulled it over my head.  

"Don't forget to blink there big boy" I said patting his chest and walking past him back into the house.

Once I was about halfway up the stairs I let out a breath I was apparently holding. "Holy shit" I whispered. I shook my head and headed to the bathroom to wash the chlorine off of my skin, and to maybe cool down a little extra, away from everyone. Stripping myself of my wet clothes I turned the shower on, making the water just barely warm enough to not overheat me while in there.

I stood there for a moment, just letting the water fall over me trying to compose my thoughts but the sound of the bathroom door opening distracted me. Leaning around the shower curtain I saw Steve who was shutting the door behind him and locking it before turning to face me. "Uh I'm in the shower?" I stated but it came out more like a question. "Yeah I can see that" He laughed and began to start taking off his shorts.

I quickly avoided any sort of eye contact with him and leaned back into the shower, my hands covering my face. "Steve what the hell, what are you doing?" Eyes still covered I heard the shower curtain move again and felt Steve brush against me.

"I'm showering" He said as if he's done this a million times before, and maybe he had, but not with me.

I stood there, awkwardly silent, unsure of what to say, or what to do next. Steves hands came up, and he placed them gently over mine encouraging me to take them off of my face and I let him but still kept my eyes closed. His thumb rubbed gently over one of my scars and I flinched slightly at the thought of him knowing. He brought my wrist up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to it. "I'm not going to bite (Y/L/N)" he said softly still holding my hands.

Slowly I opened one eye, peaking out of it slightly to look up at him. "I mean I only bite if you're into that" A small smirk forming at the sides of his mouth.

Instinctively I rolled my eyes and laughed finally looking up at him. He kept his eyes on my face, never once looking down at my naked frame, as if he didn't just see my boobs ten minutes prior to disrupting my shower. "Shouldn't you be watching the kids?"

"They basically left as soon as you did, talking about that board game they play with Eddie Munson"

I nodded slowly and bit my bottom lip.

"That was a bold move back there" he said moving a piece of wet hair that clung to my face, his hand lingering ever so slightly on my cheek.

"I agree" I said turning my head. I didn't know where to look, and looking at him this close to me, would only make things worse, so instead I settled on a tiny crack in the tile just to the left behind him. "Um Steve?" I said quietly, hesitantly glancing at him.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you in the shower with me?" I watched him this time as he was the one to avoid my gaze. His cheeks turning pink, he scratched the back of his head.

"I honestly wasn't thinking straight, I just- I just started walking, and then I couldn't stop seeing you standing in front of me topless in the back of my mind, and so here I am..." He said trailing off. "I think because you finally noticed"

"Noticed what?"

"That I was hitting on you"

"Well yeah it was kind of hard to miss, you've never done that before"

He chuckled, his head leaning back slightly. "I've been hitting on you since the day I met you (Y/N)"

My mouth opened slightly in shock and I stared at him for a moment. "Wait a minute" I said taking a small step back to get a better look at him. "You waited until you were inches away from me, NAKED" I said emphasizing the word naked. "To tell me you've been hitting on me"

"I'll admit it wasn't the best decision I've made, but I had to act quick, I didn't want to go a second more without you knowing, especially with this crush you keep talking about" He sounded almost jealous and now it was my turn to laugh.

"S-Steve" I said in-between laughs. "It's you. You're the one I have a crush on"

We both stared at each other for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. I clutched my sides in pain from laughing and Steve held onto one of my shoulders.

"How long has Robin been coaching you?" I asked, still giggling.

"Oh everyday, every fucking day"

"She's been helping me!" I said laughing a little harder again. "Well we can never say she's a bad friend because she didn't tell either of us that we were crushing on each other this whole time"

"I think she might actually be the best after this" He said looking back at me. Finally looking into his eyes I still felt like he could see right through me.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly.

I nodded my head a little too eagerly but he smiled, holding both sides of my face in his hands and kissed me gently on the lips. They were slow, sweet kisses, like we wanted to savour every moment, every feeling, every taste. He lowered his hands to my waist pulling me closer to him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck sinking into the kiss. Breaking the kiss slowly he smiled, "You taste like cherry"

He began to place light kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilted my head back slightly to give him more room. Kissing both of my collar bones he stopped looking at me. "You can touch me Steve" I said blushing. He continued kissing my chest, going lower and lower until his tongue quickly grazed my nipple. One hand holding the other boob squeezing lightly, his thumb brushing over my nipple, while he kissed, licked, and sucked onto the other one before returning his mouth to mine.

I felt his hard erection brush against my leg, and I looked down reaching for it and wrapped my hand around it. He groaned into my mouth as I began to jerk him slowly. "We don't have to keep going" He said breathlessly. "I don't want to rush you- Fuuuck you're good at this" his head tilted back and the water ran down his muscular chest. Please with myself I smiled and pepper kisses all over his torso. "I don't want to stop" I said mumbling between kisses against his chest. "I've been thinking about this for far too long to stop now Harrington" I said shifting so I was now knelt in front of him. He didn't notice until I wrapped my mouth around him. A hearty gasp leaving his lips as his head fell forward, his hands instantly going into my hair. I bobbed my head back and fourth swirling my tongue around the tip every so often causing the grip he had in my hair to tighten. "You thought about this?"

"Mhmm" I said still wrapped around him.

"Get up" He ordered tapping me on the shoulder. I pulled back from him, drool rolling down my chin. He pulled me back up kissing me until my back hit the wall of the other side of the shower. "Leg up" He said grabbing my thigh, instructing me to put my foot on the edge of the tub. He turned around, reaching up and pulled down the detachable shower head, changing the setting to something a little stronger. A setting I had used many times before. He stood close to me, as close as he could without ripping the shower head off of the wall, and slowly raised the water up and against my leg until the water rippled against my clit. I jerked back, my ass hitting off the wall and I leaned forward holding onto his bicep. "Holy fuck St-Steve" I said leaning my head against his chest. "If I cum like this, it'll be too much to have sex" I said quickly, finally feeling my orgasm slowly grow.

"No sex, I just want to make you cum" he said shifting beginning to shake the shower head side to side so the water rolled back and forth lightly against my clit.

"No, I want you to fuuuuu-uck. Fuck! Please fuck me Steve" I whimpered my legs beginning to shake. Putting the shower head back in it's place he turned back to me "Don't have to tell me twice"

I clenched my thighs together tightly catching my breath in the brief moment of relief until he slid his hand in between my legs rubbing my clit a few times more. I whined, my mouth falling slack when he added a finger into me curling it upwards. "Please" I begged. "Please, I need you to fuck me, please" He continued to curl his finger into me harshly before abruptly removing it, sticking the finger into his mouth, cleaning myself off of him with his tongue. I reached a hand towards him and whispered "Please" one more time while batting my eyelashes. "I could get used to you begging" He hummed, while bringing me into him, turning me around and trailing kisses down the back of my neck and to my shoulder.

"Steveeee" I breathed and pushed my ass into his dick. He smacked it lightly and I squealed, laughing a little.

"You poor sweet thing" he said opening my legs and positioning himself behind me. I bent over as best as I could and held onto the wall. Swiping the tip of his dick against me, my eyes rolled back and I moaned loudly. "So desperate" his chuckled halted as he slowly inched his tip into me. A small cry left my mouth.

"You okay?" He breathed.

"Never been better" I huffed. "Keep going" I instructed. "I'm okay, it feels good" I reassured him, reaching behind me to pat his hand that held onto my hip.

He nodded furrowing his brows as he slipped the rest of him into me. My knees locking together, pleasure filling my stomach.

"Fucking hell (Y/N)"

My name sounded like honey coming out of his mouth like that. Slowly he began thrusting into me, picking up speed only after reaching down between my legs rubbing light circles. "You feel so good pretty girl" He cooed into my neck, just below my ear. I continued to whine and moan, writhing against him, pushing my ass back into each thrust. He smacked my ass again, my orgasm building more. "Keep fucking yourself on me like that"

And I did. I rocked back and forth attempting to keep my balance as sturdy as I could with the floor being slick with water and the edge of my orgasm trying to burst. I slowed down, unable to keep fucking myself on him with the fast heavy circles he made on my clit. My stomach began to tighten and my breath quickened. "I'm going to cum, don't stop, please don't stop, oh my god, just like that, yes, fuck" I leaned up slightly and he pulled me into him, my arched back against his chest as he continued rubbing. "Cum for me, cum on my cock"

My legs began to tremble and head rolled back as I loudly rode out my orgasm with the most ungodly moans and whimpers. He started to fuck me again holding almost all of my weight. "Cum in my mouth" I slurred, still in the euphoria of my orgasm. Pulling away from him I got back onto my knees in front of him opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. "Fuck you're so goddamn pretty" He said leaning down to kiss me briefly, jerking himself. The tip of his cock rested on the flat of my tongue as his cum shot out into my mouth. A loud groan leaving his lips in the process. Giving the tip a gently lick up the back I brought his cum to the back of my mouth and swallowed and smiled back up at him.

"Come here beautiful" he said reaching his hands out to me so he could help me stand. I wobbled slightly. Wiping whatever cum was left off of my face with his thumb he kissed me. Slow and gently, just like the first one. "Lets get washed up, and then go watch a movie or something yeah?"

I smiled lazily blinking slowly. "God you're already so fucked out of your mind for me" he laughed.

"What can I say, you did a good job"

He kissed me on the nose before reaching over to grab a loofa and lather it with soap.

We gave ourselves a proper shower, stealing kisses from one another often. When we got out, Steve instructed I stayed in my room until he told me I could come out. I got dressed in a baggy shirt, and some boy short underwear keeping minimal clothing on as the house was still very hot. I heard lots of groaning and shuffling outside of my door. "Are you okay?" I yelled.

"I'm fine!" He huffed.

Another ten minutes later, I was almost falling asleep at my desk when Steve knocked and opened the door. "You can come downstairs now" A large smile spread across his face.

Following him down the stair and into the living room, he stopped motioning his hands towards the floor while saying "Ta-da!"

he had set it all up for a movie night. His mattress laying in the middle, with every pillow in the house, and a couple of thin blankets. Two fans blew cool air towards the bed, and my small stuffed fox and childhood blanket were tucked into one side of the 'bed'.  Different snacks were placed onto the coffee table and a few different movies were stacked on top of each other on the floor in front of the TV.  Smiling I hopped down onto the bed, cuddling my fox and blanket to my chest, sighing softly into the pillows. Steve came and joined me under the blankets pulling me into him. "I couldn't leave your little buddies all alone in your bed" He said poking the small fox on the head and I stifled a giggle. He kissed the top of my forehead and attempted to pull me closer to him.

It didn't take long for both of us to fall asleep. The sounds of the oscillating fans humming lulled us to sleep quickly before we could even discuss which movie we wanted to watch.

[yanderedanganronpa]

Hi! First I just wanna say I love your writing and also fuck those anons for being assholes. And I was wondering if could I request the second yandere alphabet for Gundham? Kthxbye

Gundham Tanaka Yandere Alphabet

Of course! Thanks a lot and thanks for requesting, Im not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you enjoy :D

A- Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Its not too smothering, it depends on how you see it. Constant words of utter devotion and adoration, all the worshipping and constantly being spoiled, being treating like the royalty you are. Nothing is too good or expensive for his darling. With physical affection, he can be pretty soft at times, just being close is enough to form a blush on his cheeks.

B- Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’s not one for over the top violence but he has no regard for other people’s life if they are in the way. If they prove to be bothersome they are scum under yours and his shoe anyways. Who says the deserve to live on this earth with you.

C- Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Not mocking per say but he’s the type to infantilize, it might seem a little patronizing but that part was unintentional. He doesn’t wish to make you feel too bad. Other than that he treats you phenomenally as long as you accept it.

D-Death, Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?

Sorrow? For those worthless vermin? Definitely not an ounce of regret.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

Gundham already is pretty intense, yandere Gundham just adds to the intensity.

F- Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He thinks it’s stupid, a waste of time. Also makes him a little sad that your trying so hard to get away from him. Can’t you see? He only wants to share his eternal love with his one and only.

G- Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He absolutely hates it. He’s worried and he’s pissed but mostly worried. He just wants you home safe and as soon as he possibly can.

H- Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Multiple escape attempts, time after time and he gets fed up. He might lose himself a little too much and make sure you never leave him again.

I- Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to make you his queen/king. Someone to spend his life with him and rule to overworld together for all eternity.

J- Jet- How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

Basically the first time he talked to you. When he first heard your voice he new he had to have you.

L-Lonely, How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

The loneliness would be unbearable, is that even a question? Without you what’s the point? Who even is he?

M- Might: How aggressive would they be towards you?

He wouldn’t enjoy getting aggressive but he is capable. He hates when he has to get like that to you, it’s like how a concerned parent would. not that parents should get aggressive

N- Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Locking you up, increased restraints and less free time. But if your really bad? Shock collar..

P- Prize: Would they consider this a game?

It’s definitely no game to him, he doesn’t even care about “winning”. All he knows is that he wants you and you will be by his side.

Q- Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You were his one and only. If you think he’ll stop chasing after you just because your dead in this mortal realm, you’ve got another thing coming!

R- Rain: Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

He wants you to be able to go out and do things with him. He doesn’t want to keep you trapped forever. Gundham needs up to come to your senses before he can be sure it’s okay. So as long as you accept your fate sooner or later, you won’t be trapped forever :)

S- Stalker: Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

He’s definitely gunna stalk you a while after he first meets you. How else would he learn every minuscule he can about his beloved? Also just adores watching your day to day routine <3

T- Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He simply will not allow it. All this fighting back is so silly. Just realize it already and stop hiding!

W-Wild Card, a random yandere headcannon.

He has hamsters named after your first, second and third name, along with things that remind him of you.

X- Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jealousy?

He covers his anger with laughter and egotism, how could they ever love someone like that, don’t make him laugh.

Y- Yander: How many crimes would they commit?

He doesn’t really see the point of other crimes unless it was a necessary crime,,, like murder.

Z- Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

How could he? That would absolutely break his heart. He’d hate that and would avoid that like a plague. One of the characters least likely to do such a thing.

[quirklessidiot]

I don't think that we care if it's weird and unedited, it's still interesting tho. 😭

YEAH THE GODS ONE ITS SO INTERESTING

i’ll put a small thingy down below here hehehe. (Nsfw down the cut!) this is unedited bye and idk when im planning to pick this up (warning threesome-ish, fingering, edging, spitting, finger-sucking, hair-pulling, biting, small choking, f!recieving, praising (?), yandere themes, very unedited bye) 

basically y/n was a priestess for a fellow god and she caught the interest and boom, they addicted to her no matter what lifetime it is but in each lifetime, she ends up dying (i may or may not have subtly took sum inspo from greek mythology and how the gods, whenever they fall for a human ends up ded bye) but here’s the catch, each lifetime they grow obsessed with y/n weewoOO

Satoru’s azure blue eyes are staring right down at your fear-stricken ones, your breath heavy as you try to remove yourself within Suguru Geto’s grasp yet your efforts are futile , “I...no, this isn’t...” You stuttered, voice laced with trepidation since you knew how this was going to end. Although the myths sung hymns that they liked to simply use and disregard women for their entertainment, it wasn’t the same for you. The god of the underworld’s arms slowly tightens on your waist as he presses you against his chest, his hard on painstakingly obvious and felt on your ass, “Our little priestess…” he buries his head on the nape of your neck, inhaling your addictive scent, just like the last time, you still smelled divine and impeccable.

“Ah, aren’t you taking her in too much?” Satoru dips down on the comforts of his silk sheets while you remain there, unaware of what to do, knees quivering as the god of the sky settles at the middle of your legs, slowly hoisting one of it up to give your ankle a brief peck, the white dress barely covering anything and revealing your panties, “Skin still as smooth.” he continues to place open mouth kisses on it, giving kitten licks on the expanse of your skin while the raven-haired man behind you starts working his way down the crooks of your neck.

“She still tastes divine.” Suguru compliments, his hand gently wrapping around your throat, the sudden feeling of his large warm hands enveloping it has your breathing turned ragged, “Look at her, she still loves it when we do that.” he adds, sucking on your bare skin, leaving a glaring red mark.

Your head is in a frenzy, clearly unaware of what to do. You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t feel this way, knowing that this was going to end horribly. You should be running further away from these men  these gods. Satoru’s gaze bores upon you as if he was reading your muddled thoughts, clicking his tongue as if he knew you too well, “You’re thinking too loud, little priestess.” he scolds you, raising his fingers to put it on top of your wet lips, grazing it, “You can’t run.”

With the same digit he used to touch your lips he raises it to his friend and Suguru doesn’t even hesitate to lick your saliva on it, the lewd action makes your eyes turn wide as you hear a small pop, his wet finger slowly trails down to your clothed core, the foreign action making you jittery but Suguru’s hold on you tightens as the straps of your dress slowly fall off, your breasts splayed for their viewing pleasure. Your pupils flare as his hands on your waist slowly trails up, cupping the right one at first and starts massaging it while Satoru continues to tease you through your now wet cunt, “Ha.” you lips part, shakily letting out an embarrassing sound as your hands start to find something to grip on, Suguru bends his head down and starts sucking on the crook of your neck while continuing to massage your left tit, using his other hand to guide one of your hand to grip on his black locks.

Satoru’s lips twist to a grin at how easy it is, how in each lifetime you were still easy to be fucked dumb. This is why the both of them will never get over you, why you’re their favorite human. Why you’ll forever be their favorite priestess no matter what lifetime or future it is.

No one can stop them.

Your disheveled state, bunched up fabric, erect nipples, and half-lidded gaze has him leaking already but he remains patient as takes off the flimsy fabric covering you up, teasing your wet folds with his digits. Pretty girl. It was too easy to have you become a crumbling mess between the both of them, how they’ve memorized all your reactions and weak spots, how in each lifetime, it’s just the same old Y/N, he spits on your warm hole before inserting one digit, “I-” you tried to speak out but Suguru grabs you roughly by the chin and kisses you, his tongue licking the bottom of your lip. Satoru, continues to make a mess out of your cunny, inserting another one as he watches you crumble in front of him and try to find more friction with his fingers.

Without even saying anything, he inserts another finger, making you gasp at the sudden new sensation and giving Suguru access to your tongue. The feeling of having your two holes suddenly filled makes the sensation unbearable. You break away from Suguru, wanting to catch your breath, there's a trail of saliva when you separate and lipstick smeared on him from that sloppy kiss, “‘m gunna cu-” you tried to exclaim as you ride his fingers but Satoru has other plans, though. He takes it out, another grin on his lips as he hoists one of your feet up, the feeling of your empty hole makes your body throb and hot all over as you feel your eyes start to water. Suguru, mildly amused by your reaction and knowing what his partner is about to do, grips onto your waist tightly, “Since you’ve been good so far,” he whispers in your ear, “We’ll be giving you a gift.”

“A gi...gift?” You panted, you could feel Suguru’s hand on your waist trail back to your breasts as he slowly started to play with them again. His warm hand, squeezing the left part as he starts nibbling on your ear, humming in approval. Taking ahold of your chin and tilting your head down to watch Gojo Satoru bend in between your legs, your body turns hot at the lewd action, “I-I…” Suguru ignores your stutter and grabs ahold of your hands and guides it to the god’s white hair.

Satoru’s oceanic blue eyes don't leave yours as he feels your soft hands gently grip his hair, “Come on, young priestess.” Suguru mumbles hotly in your ear, “Go on, it’s not everyday you get your pretty cunt eaten by a god.”

[seanfalco]

Somethin’ Else in Mind

Luke x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k Prompt: I wish you’d write a fic where... Luke gets pegged!  Since you said this yesterday for thirsty thursday, I haven’t stopped thinking about it 🥵🤤 all the praise that would go into it too, wow Warning(s): Explicit Language, Smut (ass play, fingering, pegging, derogatory language/dirty talk) a/n: gif credit @/santacarlahorrorshow

“Oh-oh fuck, [y/n].  God, you’re a fuckin’ angel,” Luke groaned, his hand slipping to the back of your head.

Mouth preoccupied, you hummed in response, Luke’s praises filling you with pride and arousal, and you sped up, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat while you fondled his balls, drawing louder, needier sounds from him.

“H-holy shit, [y/n]--” he panted.  “F-fuck, you’re such a little slut, arent’cha?  My little slut.  Y’just love t’suck my cock, don’tcha?  Y’love it when I talk dirty to yeh, hmm?  Makes you so wet.”

Unable to do much else but hum again, you responded as best you could, the ache between your legs nearly unbearable and you reached down to touch yourself discreetly, hoping for just a little relief, until Luke noticed, pulling your hand away from your throbbing sex.

“Oh no y’don’t, sweetheart,” he exclaimed cheekily, his lilting voice tense.  “That’s my job.  You focus on me and when you’re done, I’ll focus on you.  So, no touchin’.  I want yeh nice and needy for me.”

Huffing a petulant whine, you tried to shift your focus from how turned on you were to how you could get him back, an idea coming to you.

Going back to fondling Luke’s balls, you let your hand dip lower, your fingers teasing his taint before you pressed the ones still coated rather generously with your slick to his hole, sliding slowly inside.

For a moment he tensed, his body twitching and you thought he was gunna ask you what the fuck you were doing, but to your surprise he let out a choked moan, his head falling back against the pillows as he came abruptly in your mouth.

Swallowing, you sat up, fixing Luke with a knowing smirk.  You had no idea he’d be so into ass play.

“Y’like that, do you?” you asked coyly.

“Yeah… what of it?” he countered defensively, his brows drawing down.

“Nothing.  I’m just surprised,” you answered with a shrug, though a half grin still lingered at your lips.

Huffing in annoyance, Luke pushed you to your back before pulling your legs apart and wetting his lips.  “Enough about me, it’s your turn,” he growled, his tongue darting out to taste you and you relaxed, letting your pleasure take over.

However, a thought had taken root in your mind and even under Luke’s aggressive touch, you weren’t about to forget it any time soon.

——

It was the first time you’d invited Luke to your flat, and you were doubly nervous, what with what else you had planned for him, hoping he’d be up for it.

“Nice place y’got,” Luke commented as you stepped aside to let him in.  “Beats th’hell outta my shitty little flat,” he muttered, letting his eyes roam.

“Nah, we just gotta spruce it up a bit,” you argued with a grin.  “Get some decorations on your walls, put some personality in it, make it look like someone other than a teenage boy lives there,” you laughed.  “Right now it looks like you’ve got one foot out the door,” you murmured, some of your unspoken worry slipping out.

You’d never voiced it, but part of you was afraid Luke might not stick around and that you’d be the last to know, til one day he was just gone.

Luke glanced at you, clearing his throat sheepishly.  “Maybe… you could help me with that?” 

“Sure,” you replied, a smile breaking back through.

“Soooo, where’s your bedroom?” he asked abruptly, turning to give you a cheeky grin to distract from his momentary vulnerability.

“Is that all you think about?” you asked, rolling your eyes in amusement, leading him down the hall.

“No!” he answered, gasping playfully, feigning offense.

However, as soon as he stepped into the room, he threw himself atop your bed, giving it an experimental bounce.  “Remind me why we’ve been shaggin’ on my shitty mattress when we could’ve been here?” he exclaimed, flopping back.

“Oh, I dunno, maybe because until recently I was just a booty call, and now we’re actually dating,” you reminded him, wearing a smirk as you crawled toward him.

“Right,” he mused, grinning up at you before you kissed him, settling in for a lazy snogging session, enjoying the way Luke moaned as your tongue found his.  Before long, your clothes were mostly gone and Luke was atop you, kissing your neck as his hands hungrily roamed your body.

“So, y’wanna be top or bottom?” he asked, groaning as you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, your hands slipping into his mop of curls.

“Actually I had somethin’ else in mind for tonight,” you murmured cryptically.

“Oh?” he asked, lifting his head, a frown tugging at his lips.

“Mhmm.  That is, if you’re up for it.”

“And what would it be?” Luke asked, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

“Well, after last time I had an idea of something we could try…”

Luke finally seemed to realize where you were going with this and he slowly wet his lips.  “Ohhhh…” he breathed, “that, right.”

“Have you ever…?” you asked, sitting up, watching his face carefully.

“I mean, there was this other girl that fingered me once before, but it never really went any farther than that,” he admitted.

“Would you like it to?” you asked, biting your lip and Luke’s adam apple slowly bobbed.

“Are you offerin’?”

“Obviously,” you laughed, leaning forward to kiss his neck, slowly working your way across his chest.  “Let me take care of you, Luke,” you purred, and he visibly shivered.

“...Alright,” he breathed, melting under your lips and the word sent nervous excitement rushing through you.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you exclaimed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before jumping out of bed to fetch your new toy.  When you reappeared, already wearing the strap-on, Luke’s mouth fell open before he quickly recovered.

“That’s-- you look… surprisingly hot,” he gaped, clearing his throat, unable to tear his eyes away.  “D’you… you do know what you’re doing though, right?” he asked.

“I’ve done my homework, Luke, don’t worry,” you soothed, pressing him forward til he was down on all fours before you.  “If you need me to stop, just say so, I’ll stop,” you assured him, kissing the base of his spine as you lubricated  your fingers, swirling them teasingly around his hole as you kissed your way up his back, enjoying the way he shuddered for you.

When you finally pressed into him, slowly filling him, pumping your finger in and out several times Luke let out a strangled moan.  “More,” he begged after a moment and you added a second finger, stretching him as you worked him, readying him for the dildo.

“Does that feel good?” you purred in his ear, drawing his earlobe between your teeth to nibble on and Luke gasped, nodding his head shakily.

“I think-I think I’m ready for more,” he exclaimed, bringing a grin to your face.

“I’ll give you more,” you whispered, straightening to give his ass a teasing smack, lubing up the dildo and kneeling behind him to position the tip at his waiting hole.  Spreading his cheeks you pressed into him slowly, starting out with small shallow thrusts.

“Relax Luke,” you murmured as he gave a grunt, stiffening, his face falling forward to the bedding.

When you’d finally sheathed him fully, your pelvis flush with his ass, you stilled, letting him breathe as you massaged his lower back one handedly.  “Are you ready for me to move, babe?” you asked, checking in and he nodded.

“Please,” he exclaimed hoarsely.

Pleased with his reaction, you pulled out to slide into him against, slightly faster, Luke letting out another grunt as he rocked forward.

“Yeah, d’you like that?” you drawled, starting to fuck him, your movements coming faster and you braced yourself, holding onto his hips.  “D’you like gettin’ fucked up the arse?  Y’take my cock so well, babe.  You’re doin’ so well.”

Soon your boyfriend was moaning loudly, gripping the bed sheets as a stream of broken obscenities peppered his needy sounds.  “Oh fuck, [y/n]!” he groaned, pressing his forehead to the bed as you rocked him with each thrust, the lewd slap of your skin against his filling the room.

It wasn’t long before he began to whimper, pressing back to meet your thrusts, his body shuddering as his hips subconsciously bucked against the air, seeking his release.

“Come for me, Luke,” you urged, panting, sweat rolling down your temples, yet you didn’t slow.  “Come on baby, you’re doing so well, I wanna watch you come undone for me,” you praised, sensing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and you were right.

As if your words awakened something in him, Luke let out a broken cry, coming all over the sheets, his cock giving several violent jerks at the intensity of his orgasm.  Giving one last slow thrust, you pulled out, letting Luke collapse to the bed.

“How was that?” you asked, smirking slightly as you loosened the belt around your waist, watching him as he rolled to his back to gaze up at you, panting.

After a moment, Luke shrugged.  “It was alright,” he exclaimed, though a grin tugged at his lips.

“Oh, just alright, huh?” you countered, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him as you stood to shed the strap-on and grab fresh bedding.  “I think you liked it,” you quipped, standing over him, clean sheets in hand.  “Judging from the way you were moaning--”

“Yeah, I did, alright!  What of it?” he cried, a touch defensively, his cheeks reddening slightly.

“It was just gunna say it was really hot,” you replied with a shrug of your own, your words taking him aback and you yelped as he suddenly pulled you back down to the bed, his mouth seeking yours as his hand slipped between your legs and he pulled back in surprise.  

“Fuckin’ me in th’arse made yeh that wet?” he exclaimed and it was your turn to flush, squirming in his arms.

“I told you it was hot!” you cried.

A coy grin split Luke’s face and he rolled atop you again, pinning you under him.  “In that case, I think we should do that again sometime,” he purred, kissing your neck.

“Yeah?” you asked, trying not to sound too eager.  “I like th’sound of that.”

Luke grinned down at you, his eyes roaming your face.  It was as if as soon as he realized you weren’t going to tease him for it, a weight had slipped from his shoulders. 

“Until then, however, I think it’s only fair I run this little fanny in return,” he drawled, his cock already beginning to stiffen again.

“God, please,” you groaned, pulling him back in to kiss him eagerly.

[animesmutfest]

Benimaru x reader

Wait for me princess

How you’ve been able to compose yourself over the past five years is nothing short of a miracle. When you and Beni got together he was clear that he didn’t want to have sex until marriage, okay easy right? Hell no... it was torture watching him prance around looking like the best damn meal you never got to eat. He proposed last year and your wedding is set for next month. You were ready, more than you ever have been. Now don’t let this sour your thoughts you truly did love him, every inch of him you adored. But the sexual tension around the house was just starting to become unbearable. You knew he could feel it too. Even something as simple as seeing you in shorts made him hard as hell. And seeing what he was packing made your mind melt at the thought of doing it with him. But every time you two were having those thoughts you’d both have to suck it up and pretend it was nothing. The closest you’ve been with him was when he almost lost his mind running his tongue all over your stomach before pulling away and literally running from you. But let’s get to the fun part yeah?

Smal time skip to honeymoon

You arrive to your bungalow suite with your now husband right behind you. “Wow this place is beautiful Beni” you exclaim running around checking out the place. “I thought you’d love it here since your from the Caribbean and all” he says smiling at you. “Yeah it reminds me of home with how clear the water is” you reply. He comes up behind you as you stare out the window of your bedroom into the water. Feeling him wrap his arms around you slowly and kissing your head then placing one on your neck. “B-Beni..” you say in a shaky voice. “Mmhmm” he says as he continues to kiss your neck and exposed shoulder. Without thinking your hand reaches behind you running your fingers through his soft hair. Your breathing hitched and a small moan escapes as you feel him bite down on your skin a bit. “Prepare yourself my love, as soon as the sun sets I’m laying claim to your beautiful body” he says smirking against your neck. You could only nod at his words before feeling him remove himself from you and leave the room. “Haha I’m in danger~” you think to yourself before going to get your bag and taking out some clothes. After a nice shower Beni walks in as you were leaving and still had a smirk plastered on his face. He was the type to walk the walk and talk the talk so if he was being this cocky then you knew it was trouble for your body. You sit on the bed with nothing on but one of the shirts you took from his side of the closet and a thong, on your phone responding to message from family and friends. You see him enter the room in nothing but a towel and your eyes quickly meet his. He slowly walked towards you with this particular look in his eye that said nothing more than he was hungry. Hungry for you and your body. He wiggles his finger at you telling you to come here as he gets to the side of the bed. You comply never breaking eye contact with him as you sit in front of him. He runs his warm hand on your cheek and brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. “I ever tell you how much I love you princess?” He says. “Everyday” you reply before kissing his thumb. He chuckles lightly before pressing harder on your lips, you open a bit and wrap your tongue around his thumb sucking on it gently and slowly. “Good girl” he says in a low voice. Before pulling out his thumb and sliding in his index and middle fingers rubbing on your tongue. You moan a bit moving your hands to your lap for a bit of control. Your eyes trail down his body to the towel before slowly pulling it off hearing it hit the ground, removing his fingers. You stare in awe of it licking your lips a bit before picking it up in your hand (yes Beni definitely gives off that BDE) and stroking it. His body responds immediately seeing his legs tense up. Up to this point not a single word has been said making the air thick. You look up at him gripping his dick harder before rubbing the tip on your tongue. A groan leaves his mouth watching you. He grabs your scarf and takes it from your hair tossing it on the floor making your curls fall all over the place, a bit wild. You lick up his dick making sure to get it as wet as you could, then slowly taking him inside your mouth. “Haa~ fuck yes” he moans watching you bob up and down steadily going faster. After all this time you never knew what he tasted like and it was damn good. You take him as far as you could leaving little left to swallow. His grunts and moans edging you on to become more gone than you were. His hands now on either side of your head as his hips thrust against your mouth. Over and over again thrust after pleasure filled thrust he slammed into your mouth. Your hands running up his torso and legs making him feel as good as you possibly could. He abruptly stops you by pulling your hair backwards hearing a wet pop. “I didn’t take you for the type babe~ I almost came” he says panting. You in a daze lick your lips while wiping the spit running down your chin with your hand. He takes off the shirt and pushes you on your back smirk as he reaches and pull off your panties. You spread your legs for him rubbing your pussy.

He looks at the mess you’ve made between your legs rubbing his finger tips on your pussy replacing your own hand. “Such a messy girl from being face fucked” he says smirking. “Beni please~” you whimper, your mind couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him and didn’t care how desperate you looked. He nods licking his lip, taking his dick and rubbing it on your pussy coating it with your juices. Your eyes shut as you hold in the little moans trying to come out from the friction. He leans down over your small body before lining himself up with you and slowly sinking inside you. Your body shakes violently as you cry out from the stretch. Once he’s fully in with a loud moan and grunts of his own he kisses you tenderly while rubbing your waist for comfort. Once he sees you relax a bit he pulls out and slides back in wrapping his arms around your body. “You feel so good inside princess~” he moans in your ear making your blush. He takes his time being sure to give you slow but deep thrusts, not a single inch was excluded. Your body had not felt this kind of touch in ages and it felt like you were literally doing it for the first time, but this time it was different since it was him. The man you loved to pieces and the one you knew you wanted to spend your life with was claiming you in the most intimate way possible, just the thought edging you closer to cumming. “B-baby I’m g-gunna cum~” you moan loudly scratching up his back with your nails. He doesn’t speed up instead using his hips more he grinds harder into your body. “God damn it it feels too good~” he moans before attacking your exposed neck leaving marks all over it. Before you could think your body tenses up and your first orgasm in years tears your mind apart. It was the most intense feeling you had ever experienced in your life leaving your a twitching mess under him. Your eyes with tears spilling from them and your mouth agape as you gush all over his dick. Your whimpers only pushing him closer to his release as well. “Fuck I’m gunna cum princess. God~” he moans as he speeds up fucking you even more senseless. Your hand digging into you hip while his slams against you. And with the little strenth you had, wrapping your legs around his waist silently begging him to cum inside. You could feel him smile against your neck. Letting out the sexiest sound you have ever heard you feel him cumming deep inside you. As he rode out his release you grab him weakly kissing his lips before he stops completely. You feel yourself getting tired and close your eyes before begin flipped over and having your face pushed into the bed. “I waited five fucking years to touch you princess~ I’m not done with you. I’m sorry In advance but I have some lost time to make up for” he says smirking. And trust... he made the wait worth it all night long.

[sexyundeadtrash]

Caught  p.2

Caught     part 1 | part 2

warnings: biting, smut, some powerplay i guess, oral sex (f recieving)

How do  I get out of this?

Electricity buzzed along your skin, his cold grip like fire on your wrist, as you struggled to grab your phone.

Asshole.

“Just give me the phone, or I’ll knee you in the dick.”

He grinned.

“Is that the sort of thing you were reading about, babes?”

You rolled your eyes, a flush creeping up your neck at an alarming rate.

Shut up.

“I’m not kidding.”

You fix him your best glare. It doesn’t work, though, because his fangs poke out from his grin, and your eyes flutter down, the flush finally landing on your cheeks. Looking back up to his eyes, you know it didn’t go unnoticed.

You take a deep breath.

“You give in?” He cocked an eyebrow, as you slackened in his grip. He leaned into your ear, and your knees turned to jelly. Thank god he was holding you up. “Or do you want me to keep holding you?”

Your brain shut down. His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, his fangs almost brushing against your earlobe. Your skin danced under the possibility.

His grip had loosened though.

In one swoop, you flew under his arm and grabbed the phone back, running to the other side of the room. He was quite the picture. Dumbfounded and bewildered didn’t begin to describe it. He stumbled around, then turned to you, frowning, before that grin crept back onto his face.

Oh no.

“Stay back, I swear,” you almost laugh, he’s already on to you.

“Or what? Kick me again?”

“I didn’t kick you the first time.”

“Such a tease.”

He was a few feet away now. You took a step back. He took a step forward.

“So whats on your phone?”

You blush. You’d already forgotten that’s what started this.

“Nothing,” you frown, voice getting higher by the second. “Just browsing.”

“Sure a lot of fuss over just browsing, babes,” he clicked his tongue. Another step.

You hit the wall.

“I’m a private person,” you shrug. Your eyes stayed trained on his, as he leaned towards you. Almost nose to nose. You felt his breath on your lips. His eyes looked into yours with a look you couldn’t quite distinguish.

“How private?”

He leaned his arms either side of your head, you were suddenly aware how dry your mouth was. How you’d been holding your breath. How your knees had buckled.

Fuck it.

You leaned forward.

Beetlejuice, taken by surprise, didn’t respond for a second. His arms stiffened. As soon as your hand reached up to caress his cheek, he leaned forward, your head against the wall, as his lips moved hungrily against yours. Teeth grazing your bottom lip. His tongue dipping inside.

You leaned forward, fingers pulling on his suspenders. He took the signal and moved forward, deepening the kiss, hands running down to your waist, then your hips, finally grabbing your ass. You were surprised he helf out this long.

You reluctantly parted. Catching your breath you caught the spark in his eyes. He looked in awe.

“You can grab me, you know, I’m not gunna break.”

He raised his eyebrows, then nodded eagerly, straightening himself up before his hands slipped over your waist.

As soon as you’d caught your breath, he was kissing you again, hands on your thighs, lifting you onto his waist. You hooked your legs across his back, pushing you against him. His stomach pressed against yours, the soft skin under his shirt pressed against your thighs. You could feel the heat pooling in between your legs, pressed up against him.

You moaned as he leaned down and pressed hot kisses against the nape of your neck. His lips grazing your collar bone agonizingly slowly. You groaned, as he looked back up at you, his eyes completely feral.

Then he bit you. His sharp teeth dug into your neck, the pain shooting through your body like lightning, the light flashed in your eyes, and then it softened against your skin. He licked and kissed the same spot, as you gasped at the contrast in touches.

Your hands gripped his hair, practically dragging him back up to your lips, he was hungry for you, eager. He walked you back to the sofa, laying you down more gently than you’d expect, his weight holding you in place against the cushions.

His hands traveled all over your body, practically ripping your clothes off you. You threw your top off, and he grinned, but you didn’t care anymore if he knew how badly you wanted this. The pit in your stomach pulled desperately toward him.

You both dragged your jeans off you and soon you were underneath him in your underwear, while he still wore his suit. HE looked you over like you were his prey. You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes, nervous of his reaction.

Then, before you could say anything, he leaned over you, hand gently cradling your breasts, as he trailed soft kisses down your chest.

“Beautiful,” he whispered so quietly, if the blood was rushing past your ears any louder you’d have missed it. Your breathing hitched when his mouth enveloped your nipple, softly sucking it into his mouth, tongue swirling over it as he closed his eyes in bliss at the whimper that escaped your throat. His other hand gripped the delicate skin on your hips painfully. You loved it.

He looked back up at you, as he kissed further and further down your body. Your chest rising and falling, with each quick breath that burst through your body. Your underwear was drenched, the heat in between your legs begging for friction. Your hips raised slightly in desperation. He smirked, a finger hooking your underwear, pulling it to the side as blew a gentle puff of air over your folds. Your body jerked in reaction. Your eyes looking back at him pleadingly.

He only watched you as he did it again.

You should have kicked him.

“Beetlejuice,” you warned him, narrowing your eyes, as he looked up at you innocently.

He shuffled, his head lowering between your legs, getting comfortable. You waited. Still nothing.

You looked down again, that cheeky shit-eating grin again.

“I swear to-“

He moved forward. His tongue licked a stripe up the center of your folds, and you bit back a gasp. The hands on your hips gently pressed bruises to your skin, holding you down as you tried your best to not thrust upwards for more.

His tongue gently dove between your folds, his eyes catching yours. He winked.

You would have rolled your eyes had he not flicked his tongue upwards inside you and a moan escaped instead.

“Just relax, I got you,” his voice vibrated against you, and your eyes closed. Electricity pulsed in your abdomen, your skin on fire, your slick coating his face and you thrust upwards his nose catching your clit, causing another moan. You didn’t even care anymore. Shame and embarrassment can come later. Beetlejuice knew what he was doing. His tongue worked you and you let your body relax, looking down to catch his eyes and flush, the electricity pulsing harder inside you. Your fingers laced in his hair and his eyes rolled back as he moaned against your clit. You whimpered as the build up became unbearable.

He nipped at your folds causing your body to jerk. You wanted to give a witty comeback or something but you melted against the sofa cushions, his arm now pressed against your stomach to hold you down. Your breathing quickened, his fingers shoved inside you, curling upwards, pushing you over the edge.

“Beee… I’m gunna…”

“Go on, baby girl, come for me.”

You keened at his voice, gravely and low and just for you.

“Keep… fuck… keep talking.”

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused, as you looked down at him with hooded eyes. You felt almost dizzy and if he stopped right now you really would kick him. Then that grin plastered across his face and the look in his eyes shined, as you closed them again, white lights shooting behind your eyelids.

“Uh uh, sweetheart, keep ‘em open for me,” you pushed against how heavy you felt, opening your eyes in time to see him press his mouth to your clit. You sucked in a breath and the weight tugging in your abdomen begged to topple over.

Your eyes pled with him.

“Gotta do better than that, babes,” his voice echoed in your head, his mouth still working away at your clit.

“Please,” you threw in the towel, “Beej, please, fuck me, I want to-“

His fingers mouth and the wave of heat crashed over you. And over you. And over you. The pull died away, his fingers still pumping away at you. Your face was on fire. You did not realize your nails had dug into his scalp, your chest pushed into the air until you flopped back down, limp and giddy.

Looking down, you pressed your hand against your forehead, wiping your sweaty hair away. Trying to get your breath back, you smiled as Beetlejuice kissed your inner thigh, looking up at you. His eyes were soft and his hair was a wild mix of pastel and hot pink.

“Were you reading something like that?”

[its-reddie123]

A head cannon of Richie Tozier being a hoe:

Okay first of all we don’t slut shame in this house so even though Richie is a massive hoe we respect him for it: (also note obviously they are all of age in this) (and it’s over several years/months not weeks)

-has Richie slept with all the losers? Yes yes he fucking has, do any of them know? No they definitely don’t

-the first one surprisingly wasn’t Eddie it was Stan, things had got heated one night when they were joking around in the club house when everyone had gone and Stan kissed him (partly just to shut him up), now by this point Richie had basically kissed all the losers because he’s that type of friend to suggest spin the bottle and shit like that but this time with Stan it was different and they both got very into it 👀

-Stan was the first to start taking off clothes and Richie gay panicking stumbled getting up to join him that he fell over😂 they both continued kissing and though they don’t go all the way by the end they were both spent, they almost got caught the next morning by Mike coming into the clubhouse but luckily they heard him coming before it was too late

-the next person of course was Bill, Richie had the strongest crush on him out all of the losers and for the longest, he admired him so much so it was only a matter of time before he put his foot in his mouth and let it slip, he always hinted he had crushes and all the losers but hid it behind his jokes but what happened with Bill was not that sort of situation

-At a party both Richie and Bill had found there way to the roof, both considerably drunk (but not enough that they weren’t both fully aware of what they were gunna do) Richie, actually fucking quiet for once in his life sat there trying not to stare at Bill but Bill noticed laughing “what?”

“You’re fucking gorgeous!” Richie said giving him a small shove

“What??!” Bill laughed

“You are so beautiful!”

“Shut up stop joking around” Bill laughed

“I’m not I will keep telling you till you believe me! You’re a literal god Bill and I’ve had the biggest crush on you forever...”

Then Richie realised he had got carried away and what he had said so stopped in silence he blushed

“I didn’t know you llll..liked me like that”

“Don’t go telling anyone” Richie continued to look at his feet

“Of course I won’t, ...you know I really like you like that too” Richie looked up smiling and both of them leaned to kiss

-did they do stuff on that roof? Yes yes they did, and after decided to keep things staying casual as friends cause Richie confessed he really loved Eddie and Bill understood

-who was next you may ask? well Beverly of course they fully fucked several times to tell the truth, mostly when the hung out to get high together but also just if they happened to both be horny, as they talked the most of the losers there little to absolutely no secrets between them and they both loved to be with each other as they confessed several times, they kept it very secret though and always as a friends with benefits relationship until one day they decided just be pure friends instead

-then came Ben, aaaaaaaa I can’t think of a situation Ben and Richie would ever hook up cause I see Ben as straight, you know what I got this far I’m following through

“What’s up Haystack?” Richie sat next to him on the floor of the high schools hallway leaning against lockers,

“Oh you know...stuff” tears rolling down his face as he tried to crack a smile

“What sorta stuff?” Richie said looking concerned

“I don’t feel so great about myself, and I feel very lonely sometimes”

“Marsh still hasn’t sorted her shit out?”

“No”

“Look Ben you’re an amazing guy, I think you are literally perfect, don’t worry if it’s just taking some time for others to see this”

“I’m not perfect!” he chuckled

“Did I ever tell you that I’m bi Ben?”

“ no... i didn’t know that... how’s that related though?”

“Well if you hadn’t guessed already I am totally head over heels in love with Eddie, has his noticed yet? No, am I hopeful yes cause it’s just bound to happen”

Ben leaned on Richies shoulder as the last tears fell from his face

“I’ve never kissed anyone before, no ones gunna want me” whispered Ben

“Ah see ah see well Benny boy how about we change that? I have plenty of experience” Ben lifted his head looking at Richie

“No strings attached” so Richie holding up his hands

“Okay but outside under the bleachers” even though everyone was in class it was still to risky to do in the hallway

-they kissed, Richie guiding him through making out and showing tips of where to put his hands he even through in some things he knew Beverly liked (without saying her name of course)

-Mike the man, the farmer, the rock of the group, the king, he loves Richie gets very protective over him (over all the losers tbh but Richie the most) it’s something about knowing he will keep putting his foot in his mouth and Mike knows he means no one any harm, there have been several fights Mike has broken up and saved Richies ass many times, one day they were running from Henry Bowers and his gang, after losing them a couple of blocks back they found themselves in the woods

“You okay?” Mike looked at richies black eye and broken glasses

“Well I can’t see a fucking thing but yeah I’m good” touching his under his eye gingerly “thank you for saving me! My knight in shining armour!” He said going to hug Mike but then he tripped and Mike caught him there faces very close Richie leaned in (not really sure where exactly to aim for) and kissed Mike, he pulled back realising maybe Mike wasn’t into guys out of all the losers he wasn’t really one to talk about that stuff

-but as soon as he pulled away and inch Miked lips instantly came back Richie shocked managed to trip again! And this time took Mike down with him they both laughed and continued to make out on the forest floor, did things happen?yes, yes they did, did it go all the way? yes, yes it did (I will leave it up to you to decided who was bottoming)

-so yeah Mike was richies first time fully being with a guy but of course Eddie was his second! Finally to the relief of all the losers cause the sexual tension was becoming fucking unbearable, they hooked up but not before both confessed their love each other one time when left alone at a party, Richie did also tell Eddie this wasn’t his first time but Eddie didn’t mind it was his first time and he knew Richie could/would take care of him👀

-then we come to the point of a very interesting game of two truths one lie several years later, everyone was out of their heads drunk, Richie and Bev were also stoned as hell and Richie decided this was the perfect time to say a truth of he had basically hooked up with all of the losers without any of the others knowing, his other truth was he was bi (which everyone of course already knew) and the lie that he was once abducted by aliens, so it was pretty clear straight aware it was the truth, Eddie actually found this hilarious completely understanding cause he found most of the losers very attractive as well, everyone else was in complete shock Richie immediately being bombarded with questions, but in the end everyone just ended up laughing about it and Richie was named the hoe of the group