#he’s gunna be all bark no bite

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

New sidestep is gunna be the embodiment of I don’t have to fight my big sis will kick your ass 😡

But then he feels bad for the person

[daryltwdixon]

Kinktober #2 Oral Fixation

as per usual, MDNI

summary: you're on guard duty with Daryl, and he's chewing his fucking fingernails again. fluffy!!! no smut for my 11% who prefer it that way :) short n sweet

The amount of times you’d look over and see Daryl Dixon chewing the skin of his nails was going to drive you insane.

The one night while you both were on watch in the guard tower you’d had enough. Partially because it was a bad habit of his you always caught him doing, but also partially because you wished…. You wished you could replace it with something else. Your tongue, lips, hell, you’d let him chew your finger if he asked nice enough. But Daryl felt like an enigma, impossible to read but so damn mesmerizing. You were almost certain he never noticed you, as usually you were with Maggie and Glenn since you’d joined their group. Glenn had become sort of your big brother in all of this when he found you starving and hurt on a run, hiding in an old pharmacy from the walkers outside. Maggie of course was l naturally the big sister counterpart. The one time you confessed to Maggie your curiosity about Daryl she couldn’t help but laugh and say “good luck with that one,” 

He was always so hard to read, so aloof, but you noticed his small smiles more and more lately as life settled into the prison and when you’d sneak glances at him, his eyes would also be on you. 

So that night, on watch up on the tallest guard tower you caught him with his thumb up to his mouth again, chewing the side of it like it owed him money. He eyes were intensely on the tree line as he mindlessly had his skin between his teeth.

“You’re gunna chew your fingers clean off one of these days,” you teased, your head leaning back on the outside wall of the tower. The railing was at your eye-line as you slouched against the cement wall. You looked over to him with a playful smile and he barely looked at you, not bothering to drop his hand. He just grunted and continued to look out at the tree line below you. 

“You know,” you gathered your courage before going on, making sure to keep your eyes strictly out on the fences, “there are better things to put in your mouth than just your hand,” 

That sure got his attention. He looked over to you, pausing his incessant chewing, his eyebrow raised.

“You offerin’ any suggestions?” His blue eyes narrowed at you behind his dark curtains of bangs. 

You shrugged, still refusing to look over or else he might’ve seen the pink tinge to your cheeks even in the moonlight, “Maybe,” you said, “if you’re any good,” you bite your lip nervously, finally glanced over at him, doing a double take as you noticed his eyes looked at you with a different kind of intensity you’ve never seen on him. 

His eyes flickered down to your lips briefly, but just long enough that you caught it. You wondered how far you could push him until that rough exterior broke down. He lowered his hand from his face, his gaze turning predatory. 

“Good at what, exactly?” He seemed to want to push you back. Challenging you to break first. Or maybe he really was clueless. But you don’t let up, just shrugging and watching him with a smile, grateful he was playing along, “I have a couple ideas,” 

Your bravery only came from the fact he wasn’t brushing you off. He didn’t grunt at you in reply, he didn’t break eye contact. The air was starting to become charged, the watch tower feeling smaller and smaller around you. 

“You talk a lotta shit, you know that?” He grumbled, “all bark no bite,” 

He may have meant it as a dig but his words held no weight, like he was trying hard to not fall into the trap you were laying out for him. You chuckled and looked off then, breaking the eye contact that you held for so long. But as your eyes met the tree line, a hand blocked your vision, grabbing your face roughly. You gasped as it turned you toward him, his other hand resting on the other side of your face closest to the wall. Before you have a chance to gather your thoughts, his lips crashed against yours, sparks electrocuting where he melded into you. For all his rough exterior—the calloused hands, dirt smudged face— his lips were incredibly soft. 

They moved along yours with a hunger, his tongue darting out to part your lips, which you happily obliged. Your tongues glided along each other, moving between teasing and needy. When his thumb rubbed your temple you felt your head spin and you brought your hands to his front, fisting his shirt to bring him into you even more. You couldn’t get him close enough. You felt enveloped in his musk—the smell of cigarettes and sweat making you dizzy. Everything else in the world around you seemed to still, the crickets and buzzing of insects quieted and the world paused its turning as you embraced each other. 

He pulled back then, both of you breathless. He held your face inches from his, his eyelashes tickling your face as he spoke. 

“How’s that for any good?” he said, so softly that his lips brushed over yours and you could feel his breath against you.

You breathed a small laugh into him and he dove for your lips again. 

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Merry Christmas You Filthy Animals - Alfie Solomons

"Now now, none of this silly Christmas nonsense, yeah. You are staying in bed, yes?" Alfie murmurs warmly. He gathers you in his arms and gropes your arse. "But Alfred, I love Yule." You pout. You want to do your shopping and prepare the trifle and do a hundred other things. But all Alfie seems to care about is enacting a not so immaculate conception.

"You are staying right here with me." He gropes at your breast and thigh. "You are not fair." You pout. Alfie climbs on top of you, shoving his cock against your pubic bone. "How is this for fair, eh?" He bites at your neck. You moan softly, rocking up against him.

"That'll be your Christmas present, yeah." He murmurs. "Why is there no ribbon on it." You run your nails down his back. Alfie shudders a little. "Didn't want to waste your time with wrapping it all up." He replies. You roll your eyes, taking him in your hand. "You're silly." You hiss. His beard tickles your neck, as he nips at your ear. "Is that so bad?" He murmurs.

He grinds into you and anything you still have left to say dies on the back of your tongue. You can only moan as your clit catches on the length of his cock. "F-fuck me, Alfie." You mewl, hooking your leg on his hip. Alfie grinds against you again, firmly aiming for your clit. The fricction is heavenly and you tilt your pelvis, to try and gain more of it. But instead of grinding against your clit better, Alfie slips inside you. You gasp at the sudden way he thrusts into you. Alfie grunts in reply. "Fuck, too quickly." He grunts. "You can pull out." You purr. "Hell no." Alfie growls.

He begins to roll his hips. Most of his weight is still on top of you and he seems reluctant to move from all but squishing you. The way his cock moves inside you, the way he grinds his pubic bone into your clit, it's heavenly, though. You put your arms around him, holding him in place as firmly as you can. "Fucking hell, love." Alfie grunts. "So good." You moan for him. "So fucking good." Alfie agrees.

He props himself up onto his elbows and his pelvis begins to thrust in earnest. You gasp at the way he slams into you, over and over again. "Oh G-god, Alfie." You moan. "Fuck yeah, say my name." Alfie grunts.

He pistons into you and you can only gasp his name, over and over again, clinging to his shoulders, clinging to the sheets. It's so good you almost loose sense of yourself. "Gunna cum on my cock, huh?" Alfie groans into your neck. You can only meekly nod. "You gunna be a good girl for me." He growls, nipping at the shell of your ear.

He shoves into your g-spot, again and again. You squeal when this brings on a shattering climax. You quake on his cock, raking your nails over his back. Alfie groans widely. He tenses up a little, a tell tale sign that he is about to spend himself. "Do it." You moan sweetly for him. "I fucking will." Alfie barks.

He shoves into you, firmly, deeply, a good few times more, while he spends his seed deep inside you. "There, a white christmas." He growls against your throat.

[mandiemegatron]

𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕌𝕡 𝕄𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡

Nsfw/nsft ficlet for @swampstew 💖👀

Eustass Kid x Y/N

𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 💖

Rough sex, fingering, name calling, Eustass being a bastard as always ✨️✨️✨️

A/N: I hope you enjoy Raven!! It was honestly super fun writing Kid so who knows, maybe I'll write him again in the future 👀 I hope this puts a cute lil grin on ur cute lil face ! ✨️✨️✨️✨️💖💖💖 he gon smooch it 😎

Enjoy!! 💋💋💋💋

"So when are we gunna fuck?"

You coughed on your drink, wide eyes looking up at the red-headed menace you called your friend. You knew you liked each other; the way his eyes always undressed you when he thought you didn't notice, or the way his laugh echoed inside your body like an addictive drug...

But never had he been so bold as to ask you something like that directly to your face.

"I uh, that's incredibly ballsy of you, Eustass."

The man grinned and barked out a laugh as his fleshy hand landed over his heart.

"Ugh, I love it when you say my name - you should definitely scream it for me later."

Your cheeks burned bright red, your eyes still wide as the words ran laps in your head over over. He had flirted with you before, but nothing to this extent.

"...Are you drunk?"

Your words pierced him, but he hid the pang of bitterness with an almost sneer as he replied with a bite,

"I don't need to be drunk to tell you I want to fuck you."

You were silent for a moment, eyes finally wandering his body until they landed back on his face. His eyes always told the truth, and he was not lying about this. One of your eyebrows ticked up, a small smirk washing over your lips as you finally replied,

"Well then, why don't you show me just how sober you are?"

It was a blur, the next few moments. He had picked you up so easily, throwing you over a shoulder as your surprised and dark red face met the few crew still awake and watching with amused expressions.

"Get 'er, Captain, you fuckin' dog!" Someone cheered out, your face burning worse as Kid's metal hand came up to slap you on the ass, hard enough to pull a sound from you.

He gave a rumbling chuckle before quite literally barking out,

"Woof."

He literally kicked the door open down to the rooms, his long legs taking every two steps as you bounced on his shoulder. Your hands were firm against his back to try and minimize the shock but it wasn't doing much, a deep frown etched into your face as you bit back pained grunts.

When he finally hit the last step, he made quick work to get to his room, throwing the door open and tossing you roughly onto his bed. Your back hit the mattress and your breath left you, having to struggle to take a breath for a moment. You gave him a low glare when you finally caught it, slowly sitting up as your gaze changed as he ripped off his clothes, staring you down with hungry eyes.

"Good God," you murmured out, your eyes widening as you took him in in all his shamelessness. Your face burned terribly when your lower peripheral caught his lower region a little too well, trying very hard not to actually look further down.

"Careful princess, you keep looking at me like that and I'll ruin you."

Your eyes snapped up to his and your entire body ached, his gaze eating you from the inside out; that stupid, shit eating grin he always wore plastered across his face.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

The words left your mouth before your brain had even registered that you spoke, a sudden look of shock crossing your own face when he cackled loudly.

"Both, obviously."

The teasing tone sent a shiver up your spine, and before you could say anything in return, your back hit the mattress once more, your wrists locked in a metal and fleshy grasp pinned above your head. Sharp, red eyes met yours as his face came above yours, and you swore your heart stopped, the thrill of being under Kid and his gaze feeling almost overwhelming.

"So?"

Your eyes narrowed at his question.

"So... what?"

He rolled his eyes with a huff and snarked back with a twitch of his hips,

"SO, when are we gunna fuck? You never answered me."

Your annoyed look softed at his words, realizing the mighty Eustass Kid was asking for consent.

"And they say chivalry is dead," you joked with a laugh before moving your head up as much as you could, your nose just brushing against his as you grinned up at him.

"Just fuck me already, Eustass."

It was like a switch had turned on in him. His lips devoured yours, his metal hand overtaking both your hands in his one, his other hand making its way down to rip off your shirt and your skirt, a delighted sound leaving his throat as he realized you had a cute, thin red thong on.

You groaned in annoyance as he ripped those off too.

You pulled away from the kiss to bite out,

"That was my favorite combo, you asshat! Do you know how much I spent on that fucking shirt?!"

His flesh hand grasped the bottom of your face harshly, pulling you back into a rough kiss, his tongue overtaking your mouth until he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and moaning gently.

"Shut up, I'll buy you whatever the fuck you want later. I'll even help you out with your garbage style," he laughed out mockingly, his hand moving away from your face to travel back down to your now naked core. Your eyes rolled back as he shoved two digits in, giving you no time to get used to the intrusion as he immediately began thrusting into you. He had a snarking grin on his face as he watched yours, basking in how your body moved and begged for him.

"Yeah, just like that,"

His voice was suddenly so close, not realizing your eyes had shut as your hips ground against his hand. His breath tickled over your ear as he chuckled.

"I told you, I'm going to ruin you."

You whined as his fingers left you, his body slotting itself between your shaking legs. You gasped as he lined himself up, his tip already stretching you as he tested the waters. He groaned at how wet you were, feeling you pull him in as you rolled your hips onto him, his cock sliding in little by little until his hips finally met yours. You both stayed quiet for a moment, you both heavily breathing bring the only sound in the room. It was quiet enough that you could hear the party still continuing upstairs but neither of you paid it any mind.

The kiss he gave you was a little more gentle, still as demanding but more caring than hungry. He stared you down, almost as if waiting for you to say or do anything. When you tightened around him, his breath hitched and he chuckled lowly, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to make your groan.

"Good girl."

His pace was intense, rough and almost painful if not for the incredible amount of extacy running through your entire body. Your fingers and palms ached under the metal grasp, your back arching into Kids chest as he fulfilled his promise and threat, his eyes falling shut as he bent his head to bite down on a breast, groaning around the flesh now covered in lipstick.

His grunts and groans made your stomach twist and heart flutter, a feeling of pride washing over you as you reveled in being the one to make him fall apart and lose control.

His lips suddenly met yours again for just a moment, his warm hand moving from gripping your hip to rub across your lips, barking out a laugh as he commented,

"You fucked up my makeup, slut. There's punishment for that."

Your eyes rolled back as his mouth met your throat, biting down every once in a while as he thrusted into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips over and over, feeling his lips grin into your throat as he shifted his hips slightly, his tip hitting a spot you didn't even know existed. You saw stars and came hard, clenching around him to the point his hips faltered, your name tumbling from him like a prayer as he followed you, filling you with a burning warmth that just added to the overwhelming sensations Kid just put you through.

He finally lifted his head after a few minutes, his forehead resting against yours as you stared at each other. Your breath mingled for a moment before his bent a bit to capture your lips, his metal hand finally releasing your hands from its cage. Your hands went to his body and his hair, pulling him as close as possible as your legs wrapped around his waist.

"What took you so long?"

He pulled back enough to look down at you with a overly shocked face, almost angry at your words.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

You laughed breathlessly, rolling your eyes mockingly as you replied,

"It means, what took you so long to ask to fuck me?"

He was quiet for a minute before replying honestly,

"I didn't think ya liked me like that. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Your heart melted at how uncomfortable he himself looked, his eyes looking everywhere but you. You clenched around his somehow still semi hard cock and he grunted, glared down at you.

"Do I look uncomfortable? Because I can promise you that I'm not. In fact, I feel the safest I've ever felt."

His eyes softed slightly before he kissed you again, a cheeky grin on his face as he chuckled out,

"Aw, don't make me blush, princess."

In a flash, he pressed you back down to the mattress, his hips slowly beginning their assault once more. Your one hand tightened in his hair as his mouth met your neck once more, teeth grazing and nipping your flesh as you slowly fall apart under him once again.

"Eustass..."

"I hope you have no plans tomorrow, because we're going all... night... long..."

A/N: WEEEEEE !! wow that was SO much fun to write, what a snarky lil bastard !! I love him !! I spent about 2 and a half hours on this so if you saw any mistakes, no you did not ! 🥰💖

I hope you all enjoyed but I hope you enjoyed this the most @swampstew !!! I know it's not much but it's from the heart (and Kids bed lmaaoo 👀) so I hope it cheered you up just an ittle bittle! You're awesome, keep your chin up 💖✨️

Be good ! Love you my lil tangerines!🍊🍊🍊💋💋💋💋💋

[random-vyxx]

Guys guys guys GUYS.... guys tw: opinions...

Norm isn't a bloodthirsty, periodic shooter!

Norm owns a gun. He does hunt. Vro isn't afraid to defend himself.. Okay!??!? Er gyatt that dow??n??? Well, people seem to MISCHARAVTERIZE taht!!! You see... Hes a veteran, and prolly has shot people.. Didn't mean he actively WANTS to shoot people. Okay? We getting somewhere? He WOULD pull his gun out, but just to intimidate. Example: pulling out a gun when not necessary (see dialtown tool friends). But would he shoot? No!!! Im not saying hed never shoot, his ass would be paranoid from living in the fucking WOODS (coyotes, wolves, boars), but if you said he wss a silly old man, hes NOT GUNNA SHOOT YOU, hes prolly just reiterate hes in his forties and look at you like youre crazy. He doesn't actively want to kill people hes not a monster IT LITERALLY SYAS THAT IN GAME, yet people seem to twist his stance on... Ehooting. The revenge thing was because mingus is actually an ASSHOLE (i love ber btw 🤕🤕). Hes not all bark no bite, by any means, its just pulling out a gun in a warning way to say he would if the situation called for it.. PleASE... PLEASE TELL ME YOU UNDERSTAND. PLEASE. PLEASE.

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Just some dirty thoughts I have whilst looking at this picture 😈

He watches you from above, you’re pinned up against the wall with his delicious hand around your neck.

He squeezes tight and your blood supply falters, sending electric shocks up into your brain.

He tilts your head back.

“Open” he barks, gazing hungrily at your mouth. You do so willingly without a second thought, he leans in and spits into your mouth, eyes filled with hatred and lust.

“Swallow”

You gulp and peer up to him with doe eyes.

“Don’t give me those eyes, princess. You’re gunna be begging me for mercy all night” he smirks. When you don’t respond, he hauls you by your throat to the bed and throws you down onto your front.

You hear the clink of his belt buckle and seconds later it’s cracking through the air and down onto you. You lunge forward, eyes watering, cunt dripping, with a high pitched scream on your lips.

“Who fucking owns you, baby girl?” He spits.

“Fuck! You do, baby!” You cry.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, biting the delicate skin on your neck so hard you know you’ll be peppered with bruises. You yelp, feeling your arousal trickle down your thigh.

He notices and trails his fingers along the path, collecting your wetness and circling it around your clit. You buck your hips, moaning feverishly. He loops his arm around your waist to hold you still, and with the other delivers an earth-shattering slap to your swollen pussy. You yelp like a helpless puppy, tears pricking at your eyes. You begin craning your neck around to show him how much you need him, to beg him for more.

He pulls back and you mourn the loss of contact, until you hear the clink of his belt again. You brace yourself, but find him looping it around your neck and pulling it tight, your back arched, his lips by your ear.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, princess. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight for weeks.”

Before you have a chance to react, he slams his painfully hard cock into you and fills you up. You know what he says is the truth, and you can’t fucking wait.

[harringrieve]

Max sayin some smart ass shit while Billy’s layed out on the couch face to face w Steve as they’re being schmoopy/flirting, set in some universe where Neil’s gone and Steve/Billy are known (to the party) Loosely edited/no beta

Billy’s eyes roll skyward, as if searching for strength. Steve can’t help but cover his mouth as a snort escapes at the effect max has on Billy. “Step” sister or not, he’s pretty sure he’s witnessed this exact exchange word-for-word between Nancy and Mike.

Billy pauses, eyes half lidded, his expression exceptionally bored as he hisses out, ”I’m gunna eat you whole, like a fuckin snake, c’mere” and expertly launches himself around Steve and off the couch in her direction.

Steve barks out a laugh and half-turns his torso back to watch as Max yelps and turns to makes a mad dash out of the room as Billy grabs at her and lunges mouth open, teeth first. She squeals and shoves at Billy’s face, barely escaping his grasp as they both stumble down the hall, hearing a slight grunt and a door slamming as she presumably makes it to her room.

Steve is grinning lazily at Billy over his shoulder when he saunters back into the room, totally unbothered. He hops back onto the couch, this time cuddled up behind Steve, arms pulling in tight around Steve’s waist so theyre perfectly curled up together.

“She’s gunna spit in your oj or somethin tomorriw, you know that right?”

Billy wags his eyebrows up and down once at that, “She can sure fuckin’ try.”

More laughter escapes Steve as he settles back comfortably against Billy and swipes the remote from its place earlier laid between them, “Let’s watch your lame monster flick.”

Billy scoffs, “You’re lame.”

Steve doesn’t even bother turning his head to look at him as he gets the tv set up, “thought I was ‘stunning and leggy‘ “

“Shut up.” Billy replies easily, and he rests his chin on Steve’s shoulder, “Turn it up.”

“‘Please?’”

It’s Steve’s turn to squeal as billy playfully digs his fingers into his hips and bites at his neck.

All in all, it’s a good night.

[thetentaclecommander]

Fires and Ashes (18+)

Happy NYE all! Gunna ring out this year with this recent fun lil thing I wrote up for a fic exchange. Here's to more inappropriate use of tentacles in 2024! ________________________________________________ Fires and Ashes (18+) Rated E; Snapshots of the small personal fires both felt towards the other, spanning the AU (RE3, 5, and after 5). Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Nemesis/Jill Valentine Chapters: 1/1 CW: canon typical violence, implied medical torture, some wormy dick biting, power dynamics, unhealthy coping mechanisms (full tag list on AO3) ________________________________________________ Excerpt: It was as if fire was under her feet as Jill nearly instinctively shoved herself to the far corner of the narrow hall. Her heart raced the heels of her boots crunching along the glass that filled the RPD’s floor. The frame of the window, along with most of the glass, was in tiny twinkling and mangled pieces, the space now filled by the looming black of that aggressive beast. Still hunting her, still with that mockingly grotesque grin. Jill didn’t even wait but ran; the halls that once were filled with people she trusted, perps being booked, water cooler talk, and sharing coffees over late-night reports now turned into this. + The fire in his belly as Nemesis ate, viciously tearing apart with bloodied fangs a straggler from the strange office with the animals that snarled and barked at him. He was exhausted, tired. More than expected. This one, this female, made him spend energy. Energy that was not as he previously thought, infinite. Bullets, while not a threat, did cause repair. So did grenades, falls, knives, and other incidental damage. Just constant movement, too, so much as his host body filled and filled himself, trying to compensate for the damage, constantly countering the gaps with regeneration, padding out the worn muscles and bones in this body. It was not infinite when this target, this woman, this bitch – that is the word Father would use, and it fit do not think of him do not think of him donotthinkofhim focus! – his prey would put up a fight the monster did not expect nor understand. + When that aircraft fell from the sky, that chopper Jill assumed was filled with more UBCS, maybe civvies, maybe even some boring suit given unearned space because money talks – she felt her hope for a long, cutting moment die with them. She felt hours of desperate searching and hunting burn up and die. And what stood in its ashes was that awful demon staring down pointedly at her. Gloating: an ability she wasn’t aware monstrosities could even have. But it was there, a horrible, grotesque glee in knowing, in the monster understanding fully what it did and did it anyway. The cruel realization that It thinks, that It was intentionally toying with her…a normal person would falter – no. I will NOT let you win. I did NOT come this far to fall to the likes of you. Fire filled Jill’s eyes as she gritted her teeth and prepared for the horror she knew was to come, gun at the ready. (Continue reading Fires and Ashes on A03)

[dittolicous]

man i just remembered a stunt i pulled as a kid that could have ended verrrrry badly for me.

when i was a kid, the school bus stop was in front of this house with a big yard and a dog. the dog was kinda hostile, barking and growling, but the kids would be mean to them sometimes. i think i brought dog treats from home once or twice to give them? its hard to remember. i swear i would toss it a stick or ball to play fetch, but im not sure like. how. the dog did like chasing it though.

well sometimes the dog got loose. they werent like super big or thick, the were kinda wiry? idk. but of course this would be a problem for us getting off the bus. thankfully it was more 'stay away grrrrr!!!' hostile than attack hostile.

one day in middleschool me n a friend got off the bus to walk home while the dog was loose. well it was feeling testy and got real close in front of us. friend was scared by the aggression (they had no pets). me, in all my wisdom and dog ownership, held firm and tried to calm it down. did the thing where you like. kinda slowly hold a hand out for them to sniff (i think i made a loose fist? so like it didn't look like i was gunna grab it?)

well, doggo decides to act tough and take my wrist into his mouth. but. he didnt bite???? just pretended to???? my wrist was absolutely in his mouth but i was ok. and i didnt jerk away since i didnt feel pain nor did he like hold me. at which point i guess i passed its doggy test, because it then let me carefully take its collar and put it back in its yard.

freaked my friend out but hey. no one got hurt and dog was home.

i was a lucky child in that sense. but i had also already been chased around a tree by a neighbors rottie and bitten in the face by our own family dog at one point so *shrug* (it was my brothers fault i think, but it was a good dog)

[random-vyxx]

Im breaking my silence this was me 🤕

Elaborating further, ive seen the stabby thing because of chapter 3 and hin being incompetent. He IS incompetent and hes like jesse and james in a way... BUT THEY CAN BE WACKY VILLAINS WITHOUT BEING "smol beans". Like GOD did you SEE how vro was? All bark, no bite. He barks. Hes mean. Just cuz he cant fully do much doesn't mean hes not gunna pretend he COULD. Im usually 🍋 but i was scared aine people wouldn't understand..... 👽👽

And to elaborate on gingi: YES they did some silly ass character development,, BUT THEURE STILL FERAL. GINGIS FUCKUNG INSANW. If you gave it a broomstick theyd devour it then drink ass loads of cough syrup. Just because they're nicer doesn't mean theyre not... A bir 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

And for the Randy one? ???? Yeah everyone gets that.

Also::: some moren 2 add: norms not a periodic shooter, karen can be crazym.... Shes not sad and beige, abels sad and dumb but not helpless and is really mean, we dont know much about bunny, Oliver's comfortable with himself and probably would feel little 2 no dysphoria (((i get self projecting---))), aaannd mingus is a complex well thought out character ((shes not only mean,,, and not only nice))

Sometimes people have headcanons so devastatingly out of character or are straight up contradictory that it makes me physically sick. Im tired of pretending this doesn't happen, because Randy doesn't need Oliver to protect him (Olandy shipper here!), Gingi is still feral, Stabby (knife headed one) isn't a soft bean. Ive seen other things that are ooc but i feel mean for not liking them, or at least feeling sick because of it.

-✂️

Finally something understandable!

[seanfalco]

“That was disgusting, but it’s kind of romantic, really.” For request or just to get the creativity juices flowing ✌️

Disgustingly Romantic

word count: 1k warnings/tags: reader wears a necklace, talk of cleaning toilets, nothing too gross I promise lol a/n: I’m not sure if I like how this came out, but flor said it was good, so I trust her

When you trudged into the Community Centre that morning hoping for a change of pace, scrubbing down the locker room was not what you’d had in mind.

“Are you serious?” Alisha whined as soon as Sean, your new probation worker, informed you all what you’d be working on.

“Don’t I look serious?” he drawled, clearly bored as he glanced around at all of you.  “Now get t’work.”  Without another word, he strode out of the room to return to his office, leaving you all to figure out exactly who was to clean what.

“Man, this sucks,” Curtis grumbled, frowning down at the tub of cleaning supplies at their feet.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s cleaned this in over a month,” Kelly scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Pushing open one of the toilet stalls with your foot, you frowned.  “Oh, that is disgusting,” you exclaimed, quickly stepping back and letting the door close.  “I’m not cleanin’ that,” you insisted.

“Me either,” Alisha cried.  “Make one of the guys do it!”

“No way!” Curtis replied, holding his hands up while Simon blanched, and Nathan quickly yelled “not it!”.

“We’ll draw straws, that way it’s fair,” Kelly decided with a sigh.

Which was how you and Nathan ended up with the task, much to your chagrin and everyone else’s relief.

“This is stupid,” you huffed, staring down at the toilet in front of you.  “If it were my own bathroom it wouldn’t be so gross, but who knows what people do in here,” you groaned, voice dripping with disgust.

“I’m definitely gunna need a shower and a drink after this,” Nathan complained from the stall next to yours.

“No kidding,” you agreed, tugging your yellow rubber gloves up.

“Fancy joinin’ me?” he asked, his face appearing above you, eyes and nose barely peeking above the side of the stall, though you could tell a cheeky grin was stretching his lips.  “Pretty sure th’shower stall’s big enough for two.”

“Nice try,” you replied, arching an amused brow at him while teasingly pointing your toilet scrubber in his face, resulting in a surprised yelp and a splash as he fell backward, his foot slipping into the toilet.

“Really?  Y’gotta be kidding me!” he cried, the words echoing off the tiled walls.  “Now I’m gunna have t’spend th’rest of the day with one wet foot,” he exclaimed.

“Oh, quit your belly achin’, I’ll make it up t’you,” you promised, though the sincerity of your words was spoiled somewhat by your stifled laughter.

“You better!” Nathan pouted with a huff.

Finishing up with the first stall, you moved down to the one on Nathan’s other side and let out an annoyed groan.  This one seemed to be plugged.  “Wanna trade me?” you called hopefully, but Nathan merely barked a laugh before his face appeared at the door.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m a little busy here,” he taunted, sarcasm thickening his accent.  “Though I might be inclined t’change my mind if y’give me a little blow and tug,” he offered, biting his lip in an attempt at seduction.

“Not in a dirty toilet stall I’m not,” you laughed, giving him a shove and shutting the stall door.

“Have it your way!” 

With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly returned to the job at hand, grabbing a plunger and going to town.

“Sounds like you’re havin’ fun over there,” Nathan joked through the metal partition.

“A blast,” you replied dryly, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple from the effort you were expending, while water from the toilet bowl sloshed over the edge and onto the floor.  “C’mon you stupid–fuckin’–toilet.  Unclog!” you growled through gritted teeth as you worked.

With one final plunger thrust, the toilet suddenly flushed rather violently and you jerked back in surprise, your necklace catching on the flush lever as you slipped on the water that now slicked the floor.  Toppling backward, you landed unceremoniously on your ass while your head hit the door behind you and you let out a shrill shriek.

“What th’hell’s goin’ on over there?” Nathan asked, amusement and the barest hint of concern filling his voice.

“I slipped,” you grumbled, rubbing the bump on the back of your head before you realized your necklace was gone.  Clutching at your chest where it usually rested, you scrambled to your feet with a rush of dread, afraid for a moment that it had been flushed.

“Nonononono!” you groaned, peering into the empty toilet bowl, finding the silver chain sitting at the bottom, just below your reflection, the clear water rippling slightly, as if mocking you.

With a rush of air, you sighed in relief, until you realized you’d still have to retrieve it somehow.

“Y’fall in or something?” Nathan called, opening your stall door to find you still peering into the toilet, his gaze sliding over your ass for a moment before stepping closer to see what you were looking at so intently.

“My necklace fell in,” you bemoaned, shuffling aside to let him see.  By then, however, your screams had attracted the others and they gathered around the stall to see what the ruckus was about as well.

“That’s proper gross.  You’re not gunna stick your hand in there, are you?” Alisha exclaimed.

“I don’t want to, but unless I can find something to fish it out wi—“

Before you could finish, Nathan had already pushed back his sleeve and stuck his hand in, feeling around the bottom for the slim chain to a collective cry of disgust.

“What?  It’s just water.  It’s not like there’s shit in there or anythin’,” he replied, holding your necklace up triumphantly.

“But there was…” Curtis scoffed while the others dispersed back to work once the excitement was over.

“You might want to disinfect that before wearing it again,” Simon pointed out as Nathan straightened, the silver chain still dangling from his wet fingers.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you said, still slightly in disbelief as you accepted the necklace in the palm of your gloved hand, dropping it into one of your zippered pockets.

“I remembered yeh sayin’ it was special.  Didn’t want yeh t’lose it.”  Nathan shrugged, wiping his hand on his jumpsuit as he offered you a soft lopsided grin.

His words took you aback, warmth filling you at the thought that he’d remembered.

“Yeah well, that was pretty disgusting, but it was kinda romantic, really,” you murmured, smiling back.

“You better wash your hands!”

Curtis’s shout from across the locker room cut the moment short and you pushed Nathan toward the row of sinks with a laugh.

[introloves]

no thoughts head empty just mean dom sakusa being a little less mean when the reader has fallen into a sub space 🥺💕

🥺 i have a soft spot for mean doms who crumble when they see their baby all fucked out nd struggling to even form any type of words.

— hard dom -> soft dom! sakusa + subspace + hurt/comfort + reassurance + squirting + overstimulation

kiyoomi looks down at your shaky body— still twitching, still reeling from the last spray of cum you gave him. he grips the base of his drenched cock, sucking his teeth when he sees it covered in your creamy cum.

“dirty, you got me all dirty.” he says, voice monotonous and almost uninterested.

heat prickles at the back of your neck- goosebumps prickle along your skin at his words. it rips a sob from you, makes you hide your hands in shame— unable to say anything, not until he lets you.

with a swift slap to your swollen clit- watching your legs try and close, before stopping midway (knowing that you know what would happen if you dared hide your dirty little pussy from him), he barks out a,

“what- not gunna say anything?” it’s all too mean, you and him both know you’re not allowed to unless he lets you.

you let your thighs fall back onto the bed with a heavy plop, shiny with sweat and arousal and at least three gushing orgasm he fucked out of you.

your voice is frantic, lips trembling, too caught up in the way you so desperatly look for his approval;

“i’m so so sorry, i’m sorry. i-i’ll clean it up—“ you whine.

it takes him back a little, eyebrows furrowing, seeing for the first time that night the true reasoning behind your shaking body.

he stops you from grabbing for him, stops you from using your mouth to clean off every bit of yourself off him.

it all makes you flinch again, thinking you really fucked up, but he lets you know with a gentle hand to your face- forgetting, or not bothering to wipe your wetness before letting his palm rest against you.

“hey, it’s okay.” he starts, throat clenching at the way you nuzzle into his hand- kissing his wrist.

“it’s okay, you don’t have do all that. you did real good. you’re such a good girl, you listen so well. you’re so good to me.” he mumbles, blushing at the tenderness.

“you just have to hold on till i cum, then i’ll run us a bath. okay?”

you nod, biting your lip at being split open when you’re still so sensitive- but the promise and need to make him proud makes it sound so good.

[mandiemegatron]

A lil sneaky peeky of a WIP for @swampstew bc theyre going through a rough time 😭😞 I hope this helps, even just a little! 💖💖 we love you!!!

This idea came to me in a 💫dream💫

Will hopefully be beta'd and posted later today 😎

"So when are we gunna fuck?"

You coughed on your drink, wide eyes looking up at the red-headed menace you called your friend. You knew you liked each other; the way his eyes always undressed you when he thought you didn't notice, or the way his laugh echoed inside your body like an addictive drug...

But never had he been so bold as to ask you something like that directly to your face.

"I uh, that's incredibly ballsy of you, Eustass."

The man grinned and barked out a laugh as his fleshy hand landed over his heart.

"Ugh, I love it when you say my name - you should definitely scream it for me later."

Your cheeks burned bright red, your eyes still wide as the words ran laps in your head over over. He had flirted with you before, but nothing to this extent.

"...Are you drunk?" Your words pierced him, but he hid the pang of bitterness with an almost sneer as he replied with a bite,

"I don't need to be drunk to tell you I want to fuck you."

You were silent for a moment, eyes finally wandering his body until they landed back on his face. His eyes always told the truth, and he was not lying about this. One of your eyebrows ticked up, a small smirk washing over your lips as you finally replied,

"Well then, why don't you show me just how sober you are?"

It was a blur, the next few moments. He had picked you up so easily, throwing you over a shoulder as your surprised and dark red face met the few crew still awake and watching with amused expressions.

"Get 'er, Captain, you fuckin' dog!" Someone cheered out, your face burning worse as Kid's metal hand came up to slap you on the ass, hard enough to pull a sound from you.

He gave a rumbling chuckle before quite literally barking out,

"Woof."

// ; // ; // ; // ; //

I love you all, I can't wait to finish this 😎 it's my first time writing for Kid so I hope I do him justice.

The man makes me feel things, it's all your fault @swampstew 😭😂

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Sooo how do you think the companions would react to sole acting like a hard top in public but is actually very submissive when alone/in bed?

Cait:

“Was starting to think I was gonna have t’ fight for the top *chuckle*”

Curie:

“….”

•one of you is going to have to top- jkjk

Danse:

“..I’ve got you.”

•Is shocked but will be damned is he shows it.

Deacon:

“Well that’s a surprise..”

Gage:

“Looks like IM gunna be the boss tonight.”

•yes he realizes how cheesy it is too whenever he hears himself say it but he doesn’t care- he isn’t going to let you live this down either.

Hancock:

“I was starting to think you were going to use the handcuffs on ME, sunshine. No worries, they’ll still be put to use *wink*.”

Macready:

“All bark and no bite *smirks*.”

Maxson:

“..”

•Doesn’t really comment on it.

Nick:

“Could’ve fooled me..”*muttered*

Piper:

“Dang blue..”

•Doesn’t really know what to say/do but she’s amused.

Preston:

“Want me to take ‘charge’, General?”

•oh god…

X6-88:

“Intriguing.”

•You we’re going to bottom anyways, let’s just face it.

[andnofcksweregiven]

Universal Rule

jeff wittek x reader

warnings: fluff , smut (i’m sorry if it isn’t super great first time writing it 😅)

synopsis: this anons request basically

There’s a universal rule that females and males can’t simply be friends. Where it came from- no one seems to know however, as much as we try and deny it, the realization that there’s harbored feelings hidden deep within you reels its ugly head around.

Jeff Wittek, a man who some may describe to be as gorgeous as a God but as charming as a devil. His natural allure but timidness factor to the ever growing attention of many women, ones he tries to politely reject with a signature giggle- a sign that, once again, he’ll be going home alone.

Except, he wasn’t truly alone as everyone believed. Jeff had a blossoming friendship with a neighbor, from the second he helped her with the last box on moving in day, to the next second everything fell through the bottom and all over his feet- a plethora of clothing ranging from heavy jeans to delicate red panties. For Jeff, it was like a nightmare, slight pink hue dusting his cheeks, that was until a fit of giggles erupted from his new neighbor's lips.

From that day on, Jeff and Y/N were inseparable. In their world, they were friends, ones without any ulterior motives in their hearts or heads, although- to someone looking in, Jeff and Y/N were a ticking time bomb. Either the final chapter to the romance part of their individual books, or the greatest heartbreak and tragedy since Romeo and Juliet. 

Y/N was the first to realize and accept the fact that to her, Jeff was it. It tiptoed into her heart like a burglar, one who was preparing to wreak havoc on the one thing that no one had been able to possess in almost forever. It hit one evening, after Jeff was going on a rant about how there’s so much he has to do, and that even though he knows he’s working himself to the bone, he needs to make sure he’s growing. The vulnerability in his voice, the softness in his eyes melted Y/N- just like it had done to thousands of women before her. 

For Jeff, it happened when Y/N had dragged him on a 2 am walk with Nerf after finding him slumped over his computer recording the same voice over for nearly 20 minutes- the food she had bought going cold besides him. Nerf was hopping up her ankles as they walked, an almost puppy like behavior, barking happily up at her. Jeff had stepped back to capture the moment as Y/N carried on going further- he had slowly lowered his phone as he gazed longingly at a girl who you could compare to Aphrodite.

The universe runs on minutes, hours, days, months and so on. A singular second could be a turbulent moment in ones life. Jeff and Y/N had so many stored seconds from meeting, to the realization that your friend holds more power over your existence then another soul. Those seconds, as heavy as they felt, had fleeted away like distance memories to reminisce on later. Nonetheless, the universe runs on seconds.

Jeff had been running late for a usual movie/ catch up night with Y/N, which led to her deciding to take a brisk shower to calm her ongoing nerves. To her dismay, her mind must have slipped up the tiny detail of letting Jeff know she was in the shower, let alone the fact that he had a spare key to her apartment.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I know I’m late but there was about 20 ninjas I had to fight off in the hallway an’ then a meteor was gunna come an’ hit-” Jeff voice slowly went quieter as he spun away from the front door, only to be met with an empty living room. “Huh, she must be running late as well” he thought.”fuuuuuck I need a piss, she wouldn’t care if I used her toilet”

He walked idly towards the bathroom, unaware to his surroundings as the only thought he was having was how much he was bursting. It wasn’t until a ear piercing shriek echoed off the walls as a naked Y/N stood stunned in the middle of the bathroom.

“Y/N!? HOLY FUCK I- I’M SO SORRY I-” spinning on his heel and running out the room as Y/N finally wrapped her towel securely round her.

“JEFF WHAT THE HELL?” she screamed at him once entering the living room, a pink faced Jeff sitting on the arm rest of her couch head in hands, from the sheer mortifying fact he had managed to see her whole bare silhouette.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I- I- I really needed the toilet...” a whisper that would’ve been hard to catch if the environment hadn’t been so silent. 

“Oh, well go on then I’m done anyways” retreating back into her room to put some article of clothing and a shred of dignity that might have been left in her. Whilst Jeff hurried back into the steamed up room, the blush growing more prominent by every thought of that singular second.

It carried on through out the night, the tension thick in the air, as Jeff kept replaying the moment- he felt like he was being engulfed by the steam from how hot he was starting to feel. The beads of water cascading down your heaving chest, your pillowy lips slightly parted from shock as your sparkling eyes stared directly at him. The more he fantasized, the tighter his shorts got- he was trying his best not to let his mind wonder but having you pressed against his right side, your delicate hands grazing his upper left arm- sending electricity through out his veins- it was leaving him dissatisfied. 

“Y/N?” his voiced wavered as he gazed downwards at the h/c haired girl,

“Yeah Jeff?”

“Can you look at me for a sec”

A slight giggle escaped your mouth, as you raised your head to stare longingly into his eyes. “Ok what do you want because this is a really good sce-”

A second.  

A second was all it took before your lips collided into a passionate yet sensual kiss. A kiss that had left you breathless and almost bare once he pulled away. The empty space between your lips seeming never ending, suddenly you grasped at the collar of his shirt as you fell back on the couch, Jeff following as he slotted himself between your parting legs. His lips trailed towards your jaw and down your neck- sucking and biting, leaving something more then just a memory behind.

Hot breathes followed by sharp movements of clothes being ripped off, after months of hesitation and refusal of the cardinal need to be with one another. 

Jeff's lips wrapped around the stiff peak of your right tit as his slightly rough textured hand, massaged the other one. To him, it felt like silk, soft and welcoming. He didn’t think he could feel better until he finally got a taste of you, a broad stripe up your slit, making you gasp and slightly arch your back off the couch as his forearm held your hips down. As he pulled his head back, the loss of contact had you whining until suddenly Jeff delved his head back in, sucking on your clit that a guttural moan escaped your bruised lips. Your eyes rolled back as you felt a tight coil in your lower abdomen as Jeff continued his attack in between your legs.

“Jeff I’m gunna, JEFF!” 

You came all over his tongue as he carried on lapping away, the taste of you making his mind hazy. Finally, he pulled himself up towards your face, your eyes hooded as you tried to catch your breath.

He placed a light kiss to the top of your head has he stroked your hair backwards, whispering and “are you ok?” to your hairline.

He was going to ask if you wanted to go on before he felt your hand wrap itself around his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down as you placed the tip against your entrance. Looking into your eyes for any shred of hesitance, but being instead met with lust. He kept the eye contact as he pushed himself further inside, a sharp intake of breathe being held inside your lungs as your walls enveloped around him. He didn’t start moving until you let the breathe out, followed by a slight nod.

He built up his speed start slow and hard before hammering into you, the tip of his dick hitting the spot you needed him too. Both of your moans harmonizing as the air carried them in the room, along with skin slapping. Jeff was insatiable. To him, you were like a new vice, one that he intends on never dropping. The constrictions of your walls felt like heaven as you gripped onto his dick, your groans and breaths becoming shallow and shaky as you neared your peak. A final hip shattering thrust, made you coat Jeff’s dick as he slowed down, nearing his own finish as his breathing became ragged until, at last, he pulled out and released on your stomach.

He collapsed beside you as your labored breathing filled the silence- the movie long finished. 

“Wow, I really wasn’t expecting that” you half heartedly chuckled, as you cuddled back into Jeff’s side, head resting on his chest.

Your head bounced as Jeff’s laugh echoed in his chest. “If I’m being honest y/n/n, neither did I”

“So what now Jeff? Can’t exactly pretend this didn’t happen” resting your chin on his chest, waiting to see his deep brown eyes that turned golden in the Sun light.

“Lets not then” he responded nonchalantly as your eyebrows crumpled together, his gaze averting away from the barren ceiling to yours, a smile gracing his lips as a deep emotion of love clouded his eyes “This is a second I never want to forget”

[thatharringrovehoe]

Some more Mob AU stuff cuZ I love it.

- Nancy and Steve never dated, but they have had sex. Once. Nancy wanted her first time to be with someone she trusted and Steve is her BEST FRIEND. She trusts Steve more than anyone. And it's. Not great. Because look. Steve and Nancy have alot in common. To much. They each like to be in control. They're both 100% Tops with a capital T. So when they have sex, even though Nancy is nervous, it ends up being almost a fight. Constantly trying to flip the other over, lots of biting and teeth and frustration because neither of them will submit. Afterwards they put on mud masks and get high and agree that while they love each other there is no way they're ever going to be like that.

- Steve notices the way Jonathan goes all glassy eyed when Nancy walks into the room. How his breath hitches whenever she gets mean. Cuz she is. She's not a bad person, but she's definitely a spoiled brat in a different way than Steve. Because while Steve is starved of love and affection, Nancy has been drowning in it since birth. She's haughty and petulant and will not stop for anything to get what she wants. And Steve is worried at first. Jonathan is a good spymaster and an even better friend so he's reluctant to feed him to the lioness that is Nancy Wheeler.

- He doesn't worry later when he watches Nancy go absolutely gooey with affection the first time Jonathan kisses her in the hallway. How she leads him around like a lost puppy by his camera strap to do what Steve suspects is fucking filthy things to him in the photo development room. Because he knows what Nancy likes. Knows that while Steve kills with kindness Nancy Wheeler is all bite and no bark. Likes to make the pleasure sting. And judging by the way Jonathan practically drools when she rakes her manicured nails down his chest over his shirt while they make out leaning against Jonathan's car after school, he 100% is down to be destroyed by Nancy *the princess* Wheeler.

- Jonathan is still a creep. The only difference here is that he's NEVER crossed Steve. Because when the Harrington kid came up to him in 8th grade and asked if he'd heard any interesting rumors Jonathan thought it was a joke. Just another shot at that weird Byers kid. Had half a mind to tell him to go fuck himself. But right as Tommy curled the beginnings of a mean smirk, Steve shut him down without even looking at him. Just held up his hand. Down boy. And Jonathan thought "You know what? Fuck it." Because if he was lying then he was just like everyone else anyway. But if he was telling the truth. Well. He wasn't above bribery. Told Steve everything he knew. Earned himself a seat in King Steve's court. Used the shadows that always used to swallow him up as a cloak. Held himself with a little more confidence because the monarch of Hawkins may have everyone's secrets. But Jonathan spun the web.

- Billy and Jonathan actually get along really well. They get high and talk about music whenever they're not otherwise occupied getting fucking wrecked by their spoiled rich kid Tops. Billy is low key concerned for Jonathan because damn. Wheeler is fucking savage. Like they'll be passing the joint back and forth and Jonathan will start getting almost to detailed the longer they smoke. Billy did not need to know Nancy Wheeler pegs her boyfriend with a dildo that big okay?

- Carole and Tommy are actually married. Like legally. As soon as Carole turned sixteen Tommy BEGGED Steve to pull some strings. To forge some documents. Cuz Tommy LOVED Carole. She was it. And Tommy could be one nasty piece of work but he would die for this girl no hesitation. And Steve is a sucker for that romantic shit. Set them up with a trip to Italy where a lot of Steve's mother's family lives. Because his grandfather respects a man who's ready to commit to his woman like that. And Steve is his grandmother's favorite. They have a ceremony in a little Church at the heart of the village. Tommy did not fucking cry when he saw Carole in her dress okay? It was just dusty in that old church, shut up.

- Nancy and Carole HATE each other. But in a very wasp-ish kinda way. Will hang out and have 'spa days, just us girls' but would choke each other out given the slightest opportunity. Tommy thinks it's hot. He will never tell Carole this.

- Dustin is obsessed with the fact that Nancy and Steve are kind of mirrored? Just two dominant rich kids that fell in love with emotionally stunted boys that were abused by their fathers? They both have dark brunet hair and big brown eyes? Their boyfriends are blonde? Steve are you listening? Steve!

- Steve gets really bad nightmares. Like wake up mid panic attack bad. And he's usually really good at hiding it from Billy. Is careful not to sleep to deeply around him. But one night after some fucking incredible sex Steve just passes the fuck out cuddling. The next thing he knows he's being shaken awake by a terrified Billy Hargrove. Because Steve had been screamin and shakin and cryin out and Billy was ready to burn down this hick town looking for whoever hurt Steve like this. Was gunna bury them in the Hawkins woods and piss on their grave. And that's when Steve tells him everything about the upside down. Introduces him to El to prove it.

- Speaking of, El doesn't spend a year all alone in a fucking cabin. Because Steve knows everyone's secrets and he likes having people in his pocket. And as much as Hopper dislikes Steve Harrington he can't say no when the king of Hawkins offers Jim perfectly forged paperwork for his 'daughter' El. So El goes to school and spends time learning how to be an actual child while Steve Harrington yanks on the leash of the chief of police whenever he wants.

- Billy is SOFT okay? He's just never been allowed to show it. Had been painted with bruises for just existing so God forbid his father let him show a human emotion. But after a year in Hawkins with Steve he lets his shoulders drop just a little. Will twine his fingers with his boyfriend's during movie night at the Byers. Brings Steve breakfast in bed. The first time he weaves a daisy crown for him Steve almost fucking weeps he's so touched.

- Steve is fucking possessive. Like. Intensely jealous. And at first this was a problem because Billy could not understand why all the girls in Hawkins treated him with kid gloves? They didn't just disregard any playful flirting, they full on didn't acknowledge it. He didn't really get longing stares as he walked through the halls anymore. No more tittering teenage girls blushing over him when he had gym outside. And he's not interested in women but it's nice to be noticed okay? Especially when he puts in so much effort. It starts to make him self conscious. Like, is he just unattractive? Second guesses himself to the point that he stops wearing his shirts unbuttoned and starts to get a little obsessive over working out. It's when Billy starts skipping meals that Steve notices. Sees Billy's lip wobble a little when he asks Steve if he's actually attracted to him or if he's just being nice. And Steve has to explain that he just... Doesn't share well. At all. That when Andrew Brady showed up to school last month with a fat lip and a limp it was because Steve had heard him talking with his buddies behind the general store about how he wanted to bend Billy over his Camaro and make him scream.

- And Billy is just. Shook. Gets all warm and fuzzy because no one hase ever loved him this much. Never wanted Billy this much. Wanted Billy to stay. Can feel tears willing up behind his lashes because the most amazing boy he's ever met is so over the moon for Billy that he's willing to draw blood on his behalf. Kisses Steve so hard they both forget to breath. Feels safe and loved, because he belongs to Steve Harrington. However he still flirts with people on the daily though cuz he's a little shit. And hey if it means his jealous boyfriend rails him so good he forgets his own goddamn name then that's just a bonus.