#i just hate this house it’s not a good place for me to be right now

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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You close the cupboard and nearly jump out of your skin as Adrienne stands on the other side of it. She stares at you soberly before she cracks a sheepish smile. You show your fright with a hand on your chest. 

“Ade,” you huff. 

She laughs, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to.” 

“No problem,” you assure her. “What’s up?” 

Her nostrils flare and her smile dulls, “it’s been a week.” 

One week. Your father’s been away for a whole week. He’s rarely been gone that long. His jobs are never more than a couple days. And you haven’t heard from him, but that’s not unusual or disappointing. 

“Hopefully it will be another,” Kitty says as she walks into the kitchen with a half-finished glass of water. “It’s calm around her. Isn’t it?” 

You nod. A silence rises around the three of you. You think back to the one memory you have of a peaceful house. When it was the three of you and your mother. 

“He got that kidney stone,” Kitty says. “Had him in the hospital for days. Ma said it was barely the size of a bead.” 

“Best days of my life,” you agree. 

“I don’t remember,” Adrienne says. 

As the youngest, she doesn’t remember everything and you sometimes think that’s better for her sanity. Even your memory is splotchy. There are fractures of noise and vision. Sometimes you only see, other times it replays like a record on a player and crawls through your ears. 

“So, Ade, why are you so concerned?” Kitty inquires. 

Adrienne hesitates. She shrugs and looks away guiltily. She’s a bad liar. You all are despite the typical consequences. 

“Mitzi wanted to see a movie. They’re screening Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the Golden Reel.” 

“Audrey?” Kitty preens. “My favourite.” 

“You can come. I was going to ask both of you but I thought if daddy came back--” 

“And we’re all gone...” you add. “You two go. I can deal with him.” 

“That’s not fair,” Kitty says. 

“Really, go. I can’t focus on a movie right now.” You insist. “Have some popcorn for me, alright?” 

“He probably won’t be back,” Kitty argues. 

You wave her off, “really, it’s fine. You know I hate crowds. That theatre is tiny and it’ll probably be packed on a Friday night.” 

“Okay, but I’m bringing you back raisinettes. I know you love them.” Kitty insists. 

“Have fun. Tell Mitzi I said hello,” you turn back to the cupboards and run your hands over the laminate.  

You’ve been restless. You clean just to keep yourself busy. To keep from thinking. And when you lay down at night, you’re not kept awake by your usual dread. It isn’t your father standing on your chest, it’s Barnes. In your dreams, he doesn’t strut into the bakery, but into your house. And he sits at the table where your father would usually be and sits silently, waiting. 

That’s why this calm unsettles you. There’s always a storm to come after the quiet. It will unfurl soon enough. 

“Hey, you okay?” Kitty’s gentle touch makes you wince. 

“I’m good,” you assure her and nearly gag on your tongue. For a moment, it wasn’t your voice, it was your mother’s. That same lie she told for so long. You both hesitate at the echo of your lifetimes. “Really,” you face her, “you know I’m dying to have this place to myself. When does that ever happen?” 

She stares at you then smiles. “Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts.” 

She falters again. It’s what you’re all thinking. You want to milk every bit of joy out of your father’s absence.

Kitty turns and grabs Adrienne’s hand, quickly redirecting from the threat of inevitability, “Ade, what are you gonna wear?” 

You take out the flour and all the other ingredients you need. For once, you can afford to spare a bit extra. When you were really young, your mother made her own bread. That stopped shortly after she had Adrienne. She changed after that. She was exhausted with all three of you. 

You measure out every part before you begin. Your precision has always tied you in knots. You find it hard to get anything done unless it’s entirely orderly. In a house full of chaos, that means often you don’t get much done at all. 

As you knead the dough, Kitty and Adrienne’s voices garble on the stairs. They stomp down to the first floor and call a goodbye to you through the doorway. You holler back but keep your hands working. 

You get the loaf in the oven and clean up the mess. The empty house is eerie. You can’t remember the last time you were all alone. Really alone. Ever, if at all. 

You wash the bowls and the whisk and the roller. You put it all away, step-by-step, running through every single detail. The timer counts down, the small windable egg-shaped device your mother always had going for one way or another. Tick, tick, tick. 

It goes off and you jump. For a moment, you’re back in your memories. You’re a little girl at the table, watching your mother rush around the kitchen. Kitty’s beside you with a colouring book and Adrienne’s in her high chair. 

Your mother limps from the fridge to stove. She doesn’t let it deter her. She bends to take out the pan of food as the timer buzzes. Adrienne wails at the noise as you cover your ears. The smell of cigarette smoke singes in your nostrils. 

You twist the timer so it goes silent as you return to the present. The scent of tobacco fades as the fresh baked bread wafts through the kitchen. You open the creaky oven door and use the stained oven mitts to take the pan out. Your mother always wanted a new stove. You assume she wanted a lot of things that she never got. 

You put the pan down and shut off the oven. The doorbell pierces the air and you spin, your back hitting the counter. It wouldn’t be your father; he wouldn’t ring the door. He always comes in screaming, even in the middle of the night. 

You put the oven mitts on the table as you pass and step out into the hall. You near the door, a shadow on the other side of the marbled glass. It’s a man. Your heartbeat spikes. Your father is a criminal and a strange man knocking at your door could be dangerous. 

Is death so bad when living is terrifying? 

You open the door. A wash of deja vu flows over you. It isn’t a strange man, it’s Steve Rogers. Again. That doesn’t ease your worries. 

“You. Come.” He orders you. 

You hold your breath. That is unusual. Your father’s associates come and go, most times they barely acknowledge you, they’re just there to talk shit with him or drag him off on some caper. This is different. Different is dangerous. 

“Yeah, you,” he snaps his fingers. “Look, I don’t got all day. Let’s go.” 

You look down. “My shoes...” 

“Get ‘em,” he sighs and crosses his arms. 

You step back and leave the door open. You step into a pair of scuffed flats and turn back to him. You don’t even grab your keys as you step outside. You’re shaking. 

“Is it my father?” You ask. 

“No questions.” He snarls as he turns and marches down the narrow walkway. 

You follow him at a bouncing pace, struggling to keep up with him. He leads you to the car and opens the back door. It’s then that you notice the woman in his front seat. Her eyes are skittish as she peers back out at you. 

“Get in,” he opens the door. “And be quiet.” 

You put your head down and obey. The look on that woman’s face is enough to keep you in line. Besides, your father prepared you well. There’s an order to things and you’re at the very bottom. So keep your mouth shut and do what you’re told. 

[777heavengirl]

the one with Pobol y cwm

sirius black x reader ! - 1,091 words masterlist bags masterlist A/N: HAPPY BDAY SIRIUS BLACK MY BELOVED- SURPRISE UPDATE IN HONOR OF HIM TODAY- oh dear pls dont look at this too in detail i am very sick and exhausted but i wanted to put something out for his bday...

Sirius had never been a crier. Yet as his nimble fingers dug into the soft material of your sweater, and his body shook with sobs— it became clear to you that he had just been holding it in. 

He hadn’t said much after he walked through his door, red-eyed and ready to crumble. 

But you knew. 

You had always been this way. Just knowing, him. Knowing somehow, what he was thinking, what he was feeling. You could tell, most of the time anyway.

You knew he felt sorry, and you knew he felt frustratingly heartbroken. Angry and furious, but deeply blue. The little boy inside of him had lost his mother, and there was nothing he could say to himself that would make it better. 

 Because through all her faults, her disgusting vile words, and even worse behavior. Through her hexes and unforgivable curses, through every bit of torture that Walburga had subjected Sirius through, it was still his mother.

She would always be his mother.

Disowned or not, abuser or not, the owner of his nightmares, the person he hated most. Nothing could ever erase the fact that for at least the first sixteen years of his life, she had been his mother, and in a way, in a deeply hurtful, and grief-ridden way, she would always be. 

So he cried. For the mother he had until age ten, for the mother he had been subjected to until sixteen, for the mother he never had in the first place. 

It didn’t matter how many times Sirius told himself to not cry over her, it didn’t matter that he truly hated her. It didn’t matter he once had half a mind to kill her himself. He realized that he’d never get the good relationship he had always secretly wanted. As long as she was alive, even though Sirius would rather die himself than admit it, the stupidest goddamn part of him was still holding on to that chance. 

He had never realized he was still clutching onto that.

Until the chance got ripped away.

So you sat, with his face buried in your stomach as he kneeled in front of his bed, in front of you. Sobbing. His arms around your torso and clutching at the material of your jumper with white-hot fists. 

You didn't know what else to do besides hug him back, trying not to cry. Your hands pet his hair, strong and steady, because you knew that was what he needed the most right now. 

Your reliability, your care, your unconditional love for him. 

And you did, love him that is. 

From the bottom of your heart, you loved Sirius Orion Black.

Even if you hadn’t talked in weeks, even if you felt like a ghost in the house, even if you had been planning your move out no less than thirty minutes ago in a fit of anxious desperation.

“I’m sorry Sirius” you didn’t think he heard you over his earth-shattering sobs, but he shook his head slightly, almost as if wanting to say no, don’t be. “I am sorry, I know she was horrid-”

“I hate her-” his words were hoarse and raw, he didn’t look up. “I still hate her, I need her to wake up so I can tell her- god I can’t tell her-” You could feel his words reverberating through his throat, 

“I hate her so much, I hoped she’d die in some- in some disgusting gruesome death, I just-” he took a deep breath, his breath ragged and shaky “I hoped it would be something ironic and karmic like getting hit by a muggle bus but that goddamn bitch had the audacity to go in peace- in her sleep no less merlin- I- I- just keep hoping that I’m dreaming and that she’s… there and rotting alive in that awful house” 

“I’m sorry-”

His voice was calmer now, still buried in your sweater, still embracing you. “I hate her and I am glad she’s dead, she doesn’t deserve to be alive and well after everything she put me and my brother through- but the stupidest part of me- is still mourning”

He loosened his hold on you, and he slumped between your legs, his face now only half-buried in your torso. You could see the red splotches that had bloomed on his porcelain skin.

“I don't know what I feel any more love, I feel out of control”

“I know”

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you”

“I’m sorry too-”

“Please don’t leave me… don’t leave me alone”

“I don’t think I could leave even if I wanted to Sirius- not that I do… don’t worry-” Your fingers carded through his hair “I will always be here”

“I’m sorry-”

“You don’t have to apologize- we can talk about that later… do you want to go for a walk?”

He lifted his head up slightly, enough to steal glances of your face as he wiped his face with his fingers. 

“Can we just watch Pobol y cwm-” his voice was low and gloomy, it broke your heart.

“Yeah, we can watch Pobol…” You tried smiling at him, it was a sad one, but he mirrored it nonetheless. It was hard not to get emotional while seeing him this way. 

Shattered and somber. 

Irrevocably burdened with the knowledge that while yes he mourned his mother, just some idolized version of her he buried deep within the confines of his mind— he would never get justice either. 

Sirius Black was relieved, he realized, as he laid his head on your shoulder and watched the advertisements on TV. His abuser was dead, it was more than he could ask for. Yes, he’d have to talk to you eventually, tell you how he feels, even simply explain why he got so upset. He’d have to write to his brother and not repeat the cycle of anger that was embedded deep within their veins. He’d eventually have to face his father. He’d have to face the fact that he, did indeed, have grief over the death of Walburga. 

But all of that could wait for tonight, he had you right now. 

With your arm around him, tucking his much larger form into your side, with his legs over your thighs and Pobol y cwm playing in the back. The soft of your sweater, and the sweet soft scent of your hair, the warmth from your hand drawing circles on his back. It was all that mattered right now.

It was just you and Pobol y cwm.

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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒆 💫 Nick sturniolo (m! reader)

"i-i made a mistake, please, please just..."

✘ angst, i can't lie i had trouble writing this so I'm sorry that it isn't that good😭 i promise i will do nick justice next time, angst isn't my strongest genre.

It's dark in the bedroom, the only light being the moonbeams cascading down and illuminating a figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

He couldn't sleep, his mind toying with him and replaying his happiest moments that he took for granted and ruined - He felt guilty.

A soft shuffling is heard, his whole body tensing and his throat constricting. He slowly turns his head, his eyes landing on his sleeping wife.

She was a beautiful girl, she had a good heart and tended to forgive people too easily....and yet he found himself hating her

He knew it was wrong, the girl never did anything to harm him or make his life a living hell - He did that all on his own.

He was the reason he hates his life, not the woman he calls his wife.

He clenches his fists and faces forward, his eyes beginning to burn from the salty tears forming. He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath, his hands coming to his face as he rests his elbows on his knees.

"God, what is wrong with me..." He questions himself softly, the tears now running down his face.

He knew if anyone saw him they would think he was pathetic.

What kind of man sits on the edge of his bed in the middle of the night, head in hands as he cries next to his wife, all because he wishes he was with a boy?

A silent sob escapes his mouth as he recalls all the memories with him.

The day they met, the first time they hung out, the first time they got drunk, their first kiss, the endless nights of fooling around - He missed it, he craved it.

He couldn't believe he gave that all up to be nothing more than a husband in a picture-perfect American family.

He could hear Nick's voice as he replayed that day in his head.

"You can go and kiss 100 fucking girls Y/n, you can drink all you want and try to forget the feelings you have for me, but that doesn't erase the fact that you're gay!"

"I'm not gay Nick! I don't have feelings for you! This was a mistake o-A mistake? A mistake is spilling your coffee on your shirt when you're in a rush, not telling me you only want me to call you baby as your dick is shoved down my throat!"

The two males stare at each other, their breathing harsh as they try to come to terms with the end of their beginning.

Y/n sighs and allows his body to relax, "Nick...I'm sorry, ok? I-I...I'm sorry."

"Yeah well when you wake up regretting this choice, just know I told you so."

I told you so...

He was right.

He regrets everything.

His gold band glimmers softly in the moonlight, a reminder that he’s bound to a marriage that he doesn't even want.

He couldn't take it anymore

Without a second thought, he rips the band off, setting it on the nightstand and jumping up. He’s quick to change out of his pajamas, stumbling out of the house as he makes his way to the car.

His heart thumps loudly in his ears, his breathing erratic as he swings out of the driveway, heading towards his destination.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the infamous bar "Pink Cadillac." It was mainly known for being an LGBT+ bar, a place where people of different genders and sexualities could be with their own, and feel safe.

He hadn't stepped foot in this bar since that night, attempting to erase all the memories and a part of himself.

he sits in the car with sweaty palms, staring up at the neon sign as he debates going in.

he knew it was too late to back out, he already left her and his ring at home - He didn't have a choice anymore.

He climbs out of the car and slowly makes his way inside, the interior of the bar starting to look and feel familiar. He finds himself smiling as he sees pictures plastered on the wall from 7 years ago, recognizing the faces of his old acquaintances. He stops when he comes across a picture of him and Nick, the two of them smiling as they were crowned the kings of the "Pink Cadillac Prom".

He remembers that night as if it was yesterday, but he doesn't have enough time to dive into his memories due to someone approaching him.

"Look at what the cat dragged in! Long time no see Y/n"

He turns around and smiles softly seeing the familiar face of Damon. he was dressed up, makeup covering his face and his neon green wig laid to perfection.

"Damon...hey," Damon gives him a quick up and down before crossing his arms. "Didn't think I would see your face here ever again after that night..."

The smile on Y/n's face falters, his eyes now cast downward as he feels an ache in his chest. Damon sighs and drops his arms, pulling Y/n towards the bar.

"Whiskey coke?"

Y/n chuckles dryly, nodding his head as he sits at the bar. Damon whips up the drink before sliding it over to the male, Y/n taking a long sip before sighing. The two sit and talk, catching up on the years of missed events and laughing with each other over old memories.

It wasn't long before Damon finally questioned him, "What are you doing here Y/n?"

"I...I need to see Nick..."

Damon sighs and places his hands on the bar, "Y/n I don't think that's a good idea.... It was 7 years ago, you need to forget it, you're married!" Y/n shakes his head, refusing to give up.

"I-I'm not married anymore."

A lie.

A big fat lie.

He was still married to her, but he planned to get a divorce after tonight.

"I-Is Nick here?"

Damon stares at him for a moment before nodding, "he is, but Y/n I don't think you sh-Where is he?" Y/n cuts him off, eager to see his long-lost lover. He notices the tense look on Damon's face and finds himself begging.

"Damon, please... I messed up, I-I need to apologize and tell him I'm sorry.”

“He’s on the patio…”

Y/n has never moved so fast in his life, maneuvering through the bodies of dancing couples and heading straight towards the patio exit.

He makes it outside, his eyes darting around before they land on him,

Nick.

It was like a scene out of a movie, the fluorescent lights shining on Nick's face as he laughed loudly with his friends, unaware of the person walking up to him and prepared to spill their heart out.

"so I told hi-Nick?"

The shorter boy whips around at the familiar voice, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

he goes to answer but stops seeing Nick's friends looking at him, "Can we talk...In privet?"

Nick scoffs and sets his drink down, "No, I don't want to talk to yo-Nick please...?" Nick stares at him for a moment before sighing and standing up from the table. He walks off, motioning for Y/n to follow.

The two boys stand off to the side of the patio, hidden from the curious eyes and in their own world.

"Speak, what did you want to talk about?"

Nick's dismissive tone was expected, Y/n had hurt him. However, Y/n couldn't help but be hurt himself.

"I... I miss you."

Nick chuckles and shakes his head, " Nick please! Just hear me out! I'm sorry ok? I fucked up, I fucked up big time, I know that. I-I hurt you and I'm so so sorry."

Nick can see how distraught the man is, the bags under his eyes evident and the tone of his voice proving such, but Nick doesn't feel bad at all.

He felt smug.

He knew Y/n would come crawling back, claiming he was sorry and crying because he knew he was lying to everyone and himself when he claimed he was straight and getting married to a girl.

"I hate to say it, but I told you so," Nick states, his arms crossed right across his chest. Y/n couldn't even be mad at the words thrown in his face, he knew Nick was right.

"I-I know. You were right, you are right. I-I was struggling Nick, I-I'm-" He struggles to find the right words to express his feelings and thoughts.

"I'm sorry...What we had wasn't a mistake. I did - No I do, have feelings for you. I was just scared Nick, it was one thing to be gay in private with our friends here, but it was another for me to be gay in public, and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for being a coward and lying to you and myself-" Y/n moves closer toward Nick, slowly trapping him between his chest and the pink-painted bricks of the club.

"-B-but I can handle it now, I-I want to try again...I want to try us again." Nick begins to look uncomfortable, the words and closeness of Y/n being too much. Nick gently pushes him away, his mouth dry as he tries to speak.

"Y/n...."

The taller male could already feel the tears forming in his eyes, he knew by the way Nick pushed him back and said his name that he was being turned down. He shakes his head, pleading softly with Nick as he holds his arms tightly.

"Nick please"

"Y/n let go..."

"Please just give me a chance!"

"Let go!"

"I-I made a mistake, I just-"

"I'M ENGAGED !"

Silence stands between the two, Nick looking away awkwardly as Y/n feels the bile rise in his throat. He's lying, he has to be lying. There's no way he was engaged...Right?

"W-what?"

Nick holds up his hand, "I'm engaged Y/n.... "

he looks at the shiny diamond ring, the ring reminding him of the one currently on his nightstand.

"D-don't say that...D-don't marry him, please!"

Now Nick was angry.

How dare Y/n show up and expect him to forgive him right away and live happily ever after. How dare he demand that he not go through with the marriage.

"That's rich coming from you! You're a fucking hypocrite Y/n, you left me to get married to a girl! A girl! Now you're telling me not to get married to the person who helped put me back together after you broke me?! Fuck you!"

"I'm not married to he- I don't fucking care Y/n!" Nick shouts. He sighs and removes his glasses, rubbing over his face in annoyance.

"Look... I'm happy now Y/n, I actually love myself now to not keep up with your bullshit. You coming here was a mistake....Go home."

Y/n swallows harshly as Nick's words hit him harshly.

He was right once again, this was a mistake.

"I-I...should go...Sorry for bothering you...'' He whispers softly, slowly backing up before turning around and starting to walk away. Nick's voice calling out for him makes him stop, hope filling in his chest.

"I'm glad you finally stopped lying to yourself...I hope you find the love you deserve...Good luck, babe."

Y/n smiles faintly despite feeling like shit. With a heavy heart, he leaves the bar, his whole body feeling numb as he drives back home.

He silently walks through the door and throws his keys back in the bowl, dragging his feet against the carpet as he enters the bedroom.

She's still sleeping.

He strips himself of his clothes and slides the gold band back on his finger. As he climbs into the bed, she awakens, her eyes fluttering open softly.

"Babe? Where did you go?" She questions.

"Needed some water...Sorry for waking you." He lies effortlessly. She hums and curls into his body, missing the grimace on his face due to the darkness of the bedroom.

"I love you," she mutters as she begins to go back to sleep.

"Yeah...Love you too...."

Another lie.

[notthewriteryourelookingfor]

1 - I am not American, I am watching this from Australia so my words are being said as someone who can & will see & experience the global effects of Trumps presidency.

2 - yes, protesting right now is hard everywhere, in Australia we had threats of snipers on October 7 this year if we marched for Palestine.

Project 2025 will make it so much worse and plans to target pro-Palestine people specifically,

3 - you have 2 choices for president right now.

Kamala: who will continue to support the genocide I Gaza while she promises to try to fix things in the USA

Or

Trump: who will ALSO continue to support the genocide, maybe even ramp it up, while also dismantling workers rights, environmental regulations, destroy the economy further, and so on. He's literally bffs with Netanyahu.

This is not a decision about "who lines up with my ideals?" It's "who will be easier to fight against?"

Almost all the problems you are facing right now are cuz of Trump's first presidency: Roe v Wade being overturned (+ everything else the Supreme Court has done), food recalls due to eroding of food & health regulations, & everything the Republicans are blocking in the senate. Do you really want more?

Don't get me wrong, I hate the Democrats, they don't do anything. They're fuckin useless.

I'm not pretending to care, I care about everyone.

The problem is this:

You have to make a choice, if you do not make the choice, the worst outcome will be chosen for you.

Unfortunately you do need to prevent the Orange Cheeto from burning your house to the ground so you can continue to help others.

Here's an article of what will happen if Trump wins

Yes, it feels like blackmail, it probably is.

If you care about the people you talk about, vote for the person who isn't frothing at the mouth to hurt them even more.

I wish Kamala didn't support Israel.

I wish the majority of politicians didn't support Israel.

But saying "you don't care about these people if you care about those" is fuckin stupid.

Saying "you don't care about Palestine/Congo/Sudan if you care about immigrants/women/minorities/global health/workers rights" is unhelpful.

I know people want to vote for 3rd parties & in a lot of other countries that could work.

But there are several hundred 3rd party parties in the USA & they would need like 90% of the adult population of the USA to vote for them to win.

So let's look at it from the POV of the global south:

Who would you rather have in control of the USA, the main supporter of your colonisers & oppressors:

A woman who at most won't really make any changes but also won't make things like climate change worse so things like rising sea levels & famine worse, & won't start a nuclear war over a fuckin twitter dispute.

Or

A man who is frothing at the mouth to start a nuclear war, is BFFs with the leader of your colonisers/oppressors, has explicitly stated that he wants to wipe you off the face off the world, make everything related to climate change worse, cause another global depression, & has said that he wants to be US Hitler.

Neither is a good option

Both are bad options

But saying "protecting yourself so you can continue to help others is bad" is not only harmful to everyone (including the people you're claiming to support) but it also comes off really disingenuous & makes it seem like you're just lifting up the global south to drown out the voices you don't want to hear.

Not saying that's what you're doing but that's what it seems.

Sorry to post politics on main, but some of you pro-palestine people are missing the point when it comes to the US election.

At this point, there is really no alternative to voting for Kamala. RFK is not getting elected. Trump would be infinitely worse for the Israel-Palestine conflict (as well as other conflicts! and our well-being in general).

Stop virtue signaling and actually do something (vote) so that America can have a better leader than Trump. That’s all. We’re not voting for our next Messiah, we’re not voting between two perfect angels, it’s a US presidential election.

And those of you saying that Kamala is “committing genocide” really need to get things into perspective. The Vice President does not have the power to furnish weapons to Israel. Israel’s prime minister is acting in direct defiance of the Biden/Harris administration’s wishes and Harris has been the most vocal in asking for a ceasefire.

The Palestine conflict is not an excuse to not vote. Not voting makes it likely that Trump will win, history will go on whether you play a part or not. I want my reproductive rights back. Please.

[7s3ven]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem! Hybrid! Reader where…

Notes: Y/N is a Dobermann hybrid, abuse mentioned, hybrid au where reader is a human with animal-like features, cussing, just a short little thing I wanted to write (might extend it later), reader is described as tall

Ghost wanted to forget most things from his childhood. They were traumatic and induced a sense of fear in him that he absolutely loathed.

The one thing he never wanted to forget, however, was you.

You were a hybrid, basically a pet to the Riley family. Ghost’s parents never saw you as fully human but they bought you simply to shut him up. Ghost remembered blabbering on and on about wanting a pet and then you showed up one day, tail wagging at the thought of being adopted into a happy family. That dream was soon crushed.

You were just as abused as Ghost. You were hardly fed and when you were, it was off Ghost’s plate. You were his duty and despite being yelled at day and night about how you were always in the way, he continued to love you.

You and his brother were the only good things in Ghost’s life at the time.

Ghost recalled allowing you to sleep in his bed when it got too cold, how he would snuggle up to you to regain some warmth through his thin blanket.

You were particularly protective over Ghost, always sending his father pointed glares when the older man snapped at him.

You hated his father just as much as Ghost.

Life with you around was bearable. You never complained when Ghost returned home and immediately tackled you into a much needed hug, tears threatening to pour out of his eyes.

“The kids at school teased me about my bruises.” He whispered and in response, you kissed the dark marks marring his skin.

You made life better.

Ghost was in his older teenage years, ready to finally pack up and leave with you when you suddenly disappeared. His lifeline had been torn out of his grasp by his father, who remarked how he sold you to earn some more cash.

All Ghost remembered was seeing red that day and storming out of the house with his things, never to return to that dreaded house.

He joined the military and his one most important mission in life was to find you. It didn’t matter how many years passed and how many ranks he had climbed, you were still all he thought about.

The world was different now. Hybrids were seen as actual people instead of glorified pets. There was still no trace of you; his last lead was a dead end.

Ghost was ready to give up before Soap and Gaz dragged a tall figure into the room. “Found ‘er at the enemy base.” Soap uttered, “Was snipin’ our men left an’ right.”

The figure had a bag over her head but Ghost’s gaze immediately landed on the prominent outline of two long ears.

“Hybrid.” Gaz notices his staring, “Some kind of dog hybrid.”

The hybrid is anything but calm. It takes both Soap and Gaz to hold her back.

Ghost is quick to rip the sandbag off her head, coming face to face with a pair of familiar E/C eyes. You look the same, only a little older. Your left ear was damaged, there was some sort of tagged embedded in your right ear, and the sight of a shock collar around your neck made Ghost sick to the stomach.

Seeing your face was a reminder of the pain Ghost had faced during his early years. He almost had the urge to back away into the corner as memories flashed through is head. But he remained strong.

“Take that damn fuckin’ collar off ‘er.” Ghost spat, staring at the shock collar in disgust. You didn’t recognise his face because of his iconic skull mask but his voice had your ears flicking.

You stared at him with your head tilted at a low angle, almost seeming like you were glaring but Ghost knew better. You were simply observing him.

The moment Soap’s fingers brushed against the nape of your neck, you wildly flinched. Despite being retrained to a chair, you thrashed around, slamming the back of your head into Soap’s face.

“Ow, lassie! Calm down!” The Scot yelled.

Ghost was quick to weigh you down, placing his heavy hands on your shoulders. “Ay, bloody hell, lovie, ‘tis alright. He’s only tryna help.” Without a second thought, Ghost lifted his mask to give you a peek of his face before he lowered it again.

You finally stilled, ears twitching as you stared at Ghost.

“You know her?” Gaz questioned as he picked at the locked collar with a screwdriver.

“Yeah.” Ghost’s reply was short. The moment the collar’s lock came undone, he grabbed it and threw it against the wall.

“Based on her injuries and the collar, I’d say she wasn’t working with the terrorist group willingly.” Price uttered, “Someone’s gonna have to patch her up.”

“The lass has already screwed me over, I ain’ doing it.” Soap grunted, holding his swelling nose.

“I’ll do it.” Ghost butted in.

Without Ghost’s teammates, you felt more at ease. You sat on the bed in Ghost’s room, allowing him to clean your wounds.

No words needed to be exchanged for Ghost to understand your pain. You leaned into his embrace as he carefully wrapped his strong arms around you, not wanting to alert you.

“Ain’ never letting ya go again, lovie. That’s a promise. Ya never gotta see my father or those terrorists again. I’ve got ya. You’re safe.”

[tanjamikaelson]

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - CHAPTER 1

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1: | THUNDERSTORM |

You had been best friends with Sarah Cameron for as long as you could remember. Her house was a second home to you, a place where you were just as comfortable as in your own house. Over the years, you had become close with her entire family, but none more than her older brother, Rafe. While most of the island saw him as a troubled guy with a reputation for anger, you knew a different side of him—one that was softer, more vulnerable. You had known about the strained relationship between Rafe and his father, Ward, and how it weighed heavily on him. Sarah had warned you to steer clear of her brother, advising you never to be alone with him. Yet, despite her warnings, you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

As you grew older, the dynamic between you and Rafe shifted. You found yourself gravitating toward him whenever Sarah wasn’t around, lingering in conversations that grew longer each time. It wasn’t just that he respected you; it was the way he looked at you—the way his gaze would follow you as you walked past, how his eyes darkened when you rose from the pool, water dripping from your skin. He never made a move, but you couldn’t ignore the way he would bite his lip, the tension lingering between you both like a live wire.

•°•°•°•°•°•

On the night of Hurricane Agatha, you and Sarah had planned a sleepover at her house. The storm outside was violent, with thunder shaking the walls and rain pounding against the windows. While Sarah slept soundly beside you, you lay awake, your heart racing with each crack of thunder. Storms always unsettled you, and made you feel small and exposed.

Unable to sleep, you slipped out of Sarah’s bed as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake her. Without thinking, your feet carried you through the house until you found yourself at Rafe’s door. You paused for a moment, a wave of hesitation washing over you. But before you could turn back, your hand was already on the knob, easing the door open.

Inside, the room was dark, save for the faint glow of the storm outside. Rafe lay asleep, his face soft and untroubled in the dim light. You stood there for a moment, just watching him, your heart fluttering in your chest. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the Rafe the rest of the world knew.

Carefully, you lifted the edge of the bedsheets and slid into the empty space beside him. The movement stirred him awake, and for a moment, his body tensed before he saw you.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" His voice was hushed, still thick with sleep.

"I’m scared of the storm," you whispered, pulling the sheets up to your chin. You felt a little silly admitting it, but you also knew that, for some reason, being next to Rafe made you feel safer. "I was hoping I could sleep here with you.”

Rafe blinked at you, his brain still catching up to what was happening. He had imagined you in his bed a hundred times—dreams where you were wearing much less, doing much more—but this was real. You were really here, asking to sleep next to him.

"What will Sarah say?" he asked, though the grin on his face showed he didn’t really care.

"You don’t care about that," you teased softly.

"You’re right. I don’t," he admitted with a chuckle. "You can stay, as long as you don’t care either."

"Thank you, Rafey." The nickname rolled off your tongue effortlessly, and Rafe felt his heart skip. He hated when anyone else called him that, but coming from you, it felt different. It felt good.

There was a pause, and then you spoke again, your voice small and uncertain. "Can you... hug me or something?"

Rafe didn’t hesitate. "Yeah, come here," he said, his voice softer now. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close, your head resting on his chest. The storm outside raged on, but with Rafe’s heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you finally found peace and drifted off to sleep.

•°•°•°•°•°•

In the soft glow of the early morning light, you stirred awake. The first thing you noticed was how warm and comfortable you felt, cocooned in a haze of safety and sleep. You blinked slowly, your body registering the fact that you weren’t in the same position you had fallen asleep in. Now, you were on your side, your back pressed firmly against something solid and warm. It didn’t take long to realize it was Rafe.

His chest rose and fell with the rhythm of deep sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you into him as though you were something he couldn’t bear to let go of. The memory of sneaking into his bed last night came rushing back, and a small smile tugged at your lips. It wasn’t just a dream—you were really here, in Rafe’s bed, tangled up with him.

You shifted slightly, moving closer into the comfort of his embrace, and that’s when you felt it. Something firm pressing against your backside. The realization of what it was made your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. You had never slept with a guy before, but the idea of giving yourself to Rafe—someone who had always been more than just Sarah’s older brother—had danced in your mind more than once.

Curiosity flickered through you, and without thinking, you gently ground your hips back against him. The contact sent a thrill through your body, and just as you did it again, Rafe stirred behind you, his grip on your hips tightening instinctively.

“Good morning, Y/N,” his voice was rough and husky, still thick with sleep as he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You mumbled a soft “Good morning” in return, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. The closeness between you was intoxicating, making you acutely aware of the heat radiating from his body.

But before you could move again, Rafe’s hand gripped your hips firmly, stopping your movements. His breath was uneven, and when he spoke, there was something almost desperate in his voice. “Stop moving,” he said, his tone low and commanding, and though it made you feel shy, it also sent a thrill through you.

You stilled, biting your lip, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through your body. “Is there something wrong?” you asked, your voice innocent, though you knew very well what was happening.

Rafe wanted to laugh, wanted to say yes, but instead, he simply muttered, “No, everything is fine.” He shifted behind you, flipping onto his back as he discreetly moved his hand under the covers to adjust himself, trying to hide his obvious reaction to you.

You saw his movements, the way he was trying to compose himself, and a small smile played at the corners of your lips, but you quickly suppressed it. “Okay… maybe I should go,” you offered, feeling the tension between you both, knowing if you stayed, things could get complicated very quickly.

Rafe nodded, his voice strained as he found an excuse. “Yeah, I have some business to take care of... uh... for my dad,” he stammered, trying to make it sound believable even as his body screamed at him to keep you there.

You climbed out of bed, and as you straightened your clothes, you caught the way Rafe was staring at you. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your barely-there shorts and the crop top that had ridden up in the night. His breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought he might pull you back into bed, but then you left the room, your heart pounding in your chest.

When you returned to Sarah’s room, she was just waking up, stretching lazily in bed. She didn’t seem to notice that you had been gone all night, and you breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t ask.

RAFE’S P.O.V:

When the door clicked shut behind you, Rafe lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his pulse still racing. He cursed under his breath, his hand moving to the waistband of his boxers, unable to control the need pulsing through him.

Rafe threw the sheets off of him, scrambling out of bed and heading straight for the bathroom. He ripped his clothes off with a sense of urgency, turning the shower on before stepping under the spray of cold water. But the cold did nothing to cool the fire raging inside him.

His erection throbbed painfully, the tip red and swollen, leaking with desire. He wrapped his fingers around it, his jaw clenched as he leaned against the cold tiles. But as soon as his hand began to pump, all he could think of was you—your lips, your soft skin pressed against him in bed.

He imagined you on your knees, looking up at him with wide eyes as he guided your mouth to his cock, teaching you what he liked. "Yes, just like that, Y/N," he groaned, his hand moving faster, the image of you sending him over the edge. It didn’t take long for him to spill over his hand, his body trembling as he came hard. His forehead pressed against the cool tiles, and he struggled to catch his breath, still picturing you in his mind.

•°•°•°•°•°•

Later you sat across from Sarah, sharing a quiet breakfast as if everything were normal. But your mind was a whirlwind, you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened in Rafe’s room—the way his body felt against yours, the tension that had buzzed in the air between you both. It was intense, undeniable, and now, sitting in this kitchen, you felt like you were on the edge of a cliff, suspended between wanting more and fearing what more might mean.

The silence between you and Sarah felt charged, though she had no idea why. Every bite you took felt forced, every word she spoke faded against the rush of thoughts swirling in your mind. You couldn’t help but keep glancing at the door, half hoping, half dreading that he’d walk in. And then he did.

When Rafe stepped into the kitchen, the air shifted immediately, the unspoken tension between you and him palpable. He moved with a casual confidence, but you saw the slight stiffness in his shoulders, the subtle way his eyes sought you out even when he tried to look away. As his gaze met yours, a hundred unsaid things flickered between you, words you weren’t ready to say and feelings neither of you seemed ready to admit. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but you knew your eyes betrayed you.

“Good morning, Rafe,” you greeted, forcing a smile, pretending that you hadn’t just been in his bed only an hour ago.

You knew Sarah was watching, and you didn’t want her to sense that anything was out of the ordinary. But that familiar spark in his eyes was undeniable. It was like you shared a secret, one that neither of you could ignore, no matter how hard you tried.

Rafe mumbled a quick “Good morning,” his tone clipped as he grabbed something from the fridge. He was doing his best to act indifferent, but you saw right through him. He kept his eyes averted, but you felt the way his presence lingered near you, just as your mind kept returning to those stolen moments, wondering if they meant as much to him as they had to you.

Sarah’s voice broke the silence, her gaze narrowing as she studied Rafe. “What’s up with you?” Her question was casual, laced with the usual sibling curiosity, but Rafe’s hasty exit betrayed him. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath, already making his way out of the room as if being near you was more than he could handle.

You shrugged, doing your best to look innocent, as though you were as clueless as she was. But the lingering heat in your cheeks, the way you held your breath, praying Sarah wouldn’t read between the lines, made you feel like a bundle of exposed nerves.

Sarah rolled her eyes, turning back to you. “God, he’s acting so strange sometimes,” she muttered, shaking her head. Her exasperation was apparent, but you could feel the tension thrumming beneath your skin, your heart racing. You tried to focus on her, tried to play along, but every fiber of your being was acutely aware of Rafe’s presence in the house, the memory of his touch still fresh on your skin.

You managed a laugh, hoping it sounded natural. But deep down, you knew this was far from over. The invisible line you’d both crossed wasn’t something either of you could simply walk back from.

Sarah's gaze lingered on the doorway Rafe had disappeared through, her brows knitting together in visible frustration. She swirled her spoon through her cereal absentmindedly, chewing on her bottom lip as her mind turned over all the possibilities. You could feel her curiosity growing, her need to understand her brother’s erratic behavior, and you braced yourself, hoping she wouldn’t press you for answers.

“Do you think... maybe it’s about Ward?” Sarah finally murmured, her voice just above a whisper. “I mean, I know Rafe’s had his issues, but he’s never been this... jumpy.” She looked at you as if searching for confirmation, but you only offered her a neutral shrug, doing your best to look unbothered.

“I don’t know,” you replied softly, taking another bite of your breakfast to hide the nerves tightening in your chest.

Sarah sighed, frustration evident. “Or maybe it’s the drugs. He’s been messing around with god knows what.”

You nodded along, hoping to divert her attention. “Could be. Rafe’s... well, he’s complicated,” you offered vaguely, looking down at your plate.

“Yeah,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Complicated is an understatement.”

She was quiet for a moment, picking at her food, clearly running through every possibility. You could feel the weight of her gaze occasionally flicking toward you, as though she were gauging your reaction, searching for some hint of an answer. Each time, you kept your face carefully blank, pretending to be just as clueless as she was.

But deep down, you knew the truth: this wasn’t something Rafe would ever admit to his sister.

•°•°•°•°•°•

That evening, the boneyard party was packed with people, laughter and music flowing around you in a blur of voices and faces. You were laughing along with your friends, pretending to let loose, but every now and then your gaze would drift, scanning the crowd until it inevitably landed on him—Rafe. He stood near the fire, surrounded by a group of girls, his arm casually draped over one of them. A strange, unfamiliar pang twisted in your chest, jealousy creeping in like a slow burn you couldn’t shake.

You tried to look away, tried to remind yourself that none of it should matter, but it was impossible. The sting settled uncomfortably, pressing against your thoughts and tightening your chest as you tried to brush it off.

“What are you looking at?” Sarah asked, her voice light as she nudged your arm and followed your gaze. She spotted Rafe and the crowd surrounding him, her brow furrowing in slight confusion.

“Nothing,” you replied quickly, managing a shaky smile. “Just… people.”

But as Sarah turned back to Topper, your eyes returned to Rafe. You watched as he exchanged laughter with the girl beside him, his arm slipping around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. That one simple act sent your mind spiraling back to that morning in his bed, to the way his touch lingered. Now he was slipping away into the darkness, the girl by his side, and all you could think about was how you wished it was you he was walking away with instead.

Trying to bury the ache that was rising in you, you glanced down at your phone, contemplating leaving. You could feel yourself slipping, and you didn’t want to fall apart here.

“Hey, Sarah,” you started softly, catching her attention. “I think I’m going to go.”

Sarah’s face fell a little. “What? Why?”

“I… I don’t really feel great,” you lied, though it wasn’t entirely untrue.

“Are you getting sick?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“Maybe. I don’t know,” you mumbled, offering her a small shrug. “Just feels like I might be.”

She wrapped you in a hug, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “All right, but text me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded, grateful for the concern but desperate to escape, and made your way to your car. The entire drive home, your mind was a whirl of Rafe’s face, his touch, his voice. By the time you got back, it felt as if the walls of your room were pressing in, amplifying every unresolved emotion.

Slipping under the covers, you tried to shake the thoughts from your mind. You told yourself it was better this way, that he was just passing time, that whatever happened in that room had been nothing more than a moment. But still, a part of you wished he’d come to you instead, wanting to believe that the tension between you hadn’t been one-sided. You couldn’t help wondering if he was thinking of you, too, as his body intertwined with someone else’s.

•°•°•°•°•°•

RAFE’S P.O.V:

The night buzzed with energy around him, but Rafe felt detached, and numb. The firelight flickered across his face as he laughed and joked with the group around him, but his thoughts kept circling back to you. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly why he’d pulled this girl close, let his arm rest on her shoulders, and felt her gaze lingering on him like he was the only one in the world. It wasn’t her he wanted, but he needed the distraction, anything to numb the ache in his chest that had surfaced the moment you left him that morning.

But even now, as he led her toward his car, flashes of you kept slipping into his mind—your laughter, the warmth of your skin, the way you could make his defenses fall without even trying. He’d spent years keeping people at a distance, protecting himself with walls he’d carefully built, but with you, those walls barely held. And it terrified him.

When he finally pulled her into his arms, he could only think of how much he wanted it to be you. He went through the motions, doing to her what he’d dreamed of doing with you, but with every move, every touch, your face lingered in his mind, an echo he couldn’t escape. By the time dawn broke, his thoughts were a tangled mess, and it was your name, not hers, that haunted him long after she was gone.

•°•°•°•°•°•

You and Sarah were sprawled out in the cabin of her boat, the only place that offered the relief of air conditioning after the brutal storm that had hit. The hum of the AC was a soft, constant background noise as Sarah recounted the events that unfolded at the boneyard party after you left. Her voice was animated, eyes wide with disbelief as she spoke.

“Topper fought with John B, and then JJ pulled a gun on him!” she exclaimed, her words tumbling out quickly, the shock still evident in her tone.

“Seriously? A gun?” you repeated, your eyes widening in disbelief. The idea of someone pulling a weapon at one of your usual hangouts was surreal, almost too extreme to fathom.

“Yeah, can you believe it?” Sarah shook her head, still processing the madness of the situation. “John B was losing it, and then JJ just—he just pulled a gun. It was insane.”

You leaned back against the cool cushions, trying to wrap your head around the idea. “And these are the same pogues Kiara’s been hanging around with?” you asked, incredulous. The thought of her being mixed up with people who carried guns made your stomach churn.

Sarah’s expression darkened at the mention of Kiara, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Yeah, she was there too.”

You both used to be close friends with Kiara back when she attended Kook Academy. The three of you had been inseparable, sharing secrets, laughs, and teenage mischief. But that all changed after she called the cops on Sarah’s birthday, shattering the trust and camaraderie you’d once shared. What was supposed to be a fun night turned into a nightmare, with sirens blaring and party-goers scattering. Kiara had betrayed you both, and it still stung, the wound fresh even after all this time.

“I can’t believe she’s with them now,” you muttered, the bitterness creeping into your voice. The betrayal felt sharp, like an old scar that ached whenever you thought of her. “What happened to her?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. “She changed. She thinks she’s better than us now, just because she’s hanging out with pogues.” There was a bite to her words, an edge of anger mixed with hurt. Kiara had turned her back on you both, aligning herself with people who didn’t understand your world, your history.

“We were supposed to be friends,” you said softly, the words tasting bitter in your mouth. The memories of late-night sleepovers, shared secrets, and plans for the future seemed so distant now, almost like they belonged to a different lifetime.

“She’s not worth it,” Sarah replied firmly as if trying to convince both you and herself. “We don’t need her. Especially not after what she did.”

You nodded, trying to push the memories away, but it was hard. You could still remember the way the three of you used to laugh until your stomachs hurt, the way Kiara would always have your backs. But now, it was like she was a completely different person, siding with people who pulled guns at parties and caused chaos wherever they went.

“I guess she really hates us now,” you murmured, feeling the weight of the lost friendship settle in your chest. It hurt more than you wanted to admit, the way things had fallen apart between you all.

Sarah scoffed, her eyes flashing with resentment. “The feeling’s mutual.”

You shared a look, a silent understanding passing between you. No matter what, you still had each other. Even if Kiara was gone, even if things were changing faster than you could keep up with, your bond with Sarah was unshakeable. She was your best friend, your confidante, and no storm—literal or metaphorical—could change that.

[megs-1800]

The Fear of Loosing You -Part 2

Notes: This is Part 2 of Fear of Loosing You after requests for Part 2 were made, you can read part 1 here. Still written from Mason's POV.

Summary: After your accident, Mason almost lost you. Now you have agreed to go home with him whilst you heal. Will he be able to win you back? Will you give him another chance?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of injury and smut!

I quickly turned the corner of the hospital room “you ready to go beautiful?” which I see you sitting on the edge of the bed still in your pyjamas. You have only been kept in for 2 nights further since you woke up and the doctor said you are recovering well which I am relieved about. They have confirmed that you are 8 weeks along, so must of conceived 2 weeks before we broke up too, but baby is doing well. I couldn’t be happier right now. “Whats wrong baby? Why you not dressed?” You don’t argue when I have been calling you baby recently so I am just going with it.I crouch in front of you in the bed. “Are you in pain? Can you not move?”. I asked with worry in my voice.

You give me a small reassurance smile “I am fine Mason honestly, I just um cannot get dressed. My chest hurts so much so might just have to leave in this”. You say with a small giggle. I put a stand of hair behind your ears that has fallen out of your messy bun. “Did you want me to help you?”  in which at this I can see you blush a little. “I don’t know Mase, that’s crossing some boundaries isn’t it”.

I can see you are hesitate but I just want to get out of this hospital, I just want to bring you back home. “Please y/n, I have see you naked a thousand times, come on you are pregnant with my  baby. We had to be a lot more intimate then just dressing you to make that”. Which you nodded and I know I won this argument. I supported you to stand up and we removed your top first. I done it slowly but I can see you wincing, which I say a small sorry. I hate seeing you in pain. I take a quick peek at your exposed chest, half chest is covered in cuts and your whole right side of ribs is covered with a black and purple bruise. “I am fine Mason honestly”. You say tying to giving me a reassuring smile when you see me looking you over. We place my hoodie over the top of you, it is oversized for me, so it drowns you but I know its your favourite I can see your eyes light up when I showed you what I brought you. I brought you a pair of joggers which I supported you to put on as well. “I cannot wait to be in a proper bed tonight”. You say “You know that, now lets get you home baby”. I can tell you weren’t sure about me referring to my house your home but I know you are too tired and wounded to argue.

The next couple of days went well, you have been staying in the spare room but kept having nightmares about the crash so we both agreed that you should share the bed with me so we both can sleep. You made me agree that this doesn’t mean anything but in my mind all I can think is small steps. I already got you in my bed. Your parents called and explained that they were going to stay on holiday for another 2 weeks, you haven’t told them about the crash because you knew they would come home. I was more then happy about this means I got you for another 2 weeks on top, this is my time to win you back.

I was at training all day preparing for the first game of the season, I didn’t want to leave you but you insisted that you would be okay. As I walk into the house after training I can hear you on the phone I stood in the hallway so I could listen and didn’t want to intrude “Honestly Daniel I am fine” “Yes I promise” “No I am coming home yet, Mason said he will drop me home once they are back” “No I do not need you to come and get me” “Yes Daniel, Mason is taking good care of me” “Honestly I appreciate that but I do not need to stay with you, Mason has been an excellent host” “Okay I promise I will think about it Daniel thank you, I gotta go Mason will be home soon”. I can feel my blood boil who the hell is Daniel? You said you were not seeing anymore.

As I turned the corner I see you look straight at me as to say did I just hear that call? “Who is Daniel? I thought you were not seeing anyone? Why did you lie?” That came out a lot more jealous that I initially wanted. You look at me with a half shocked/half pissed off face, god you look so sexy when you are pissed. “Really Mase? Even if I was dating Daniel you have no right to be angry after what you did. But no I am not seeing him. I work with him he is just concerned that’s all”.

“Concerned? He looks like someone who cares a lot more then concern. I think someone has a crush on you y/n”. You shake your head at this comment. “Come on Mase, we are not 6. I work with him he is just checking in on me that’s all it is.” Which at that I come and take the seat next to you. “I don’t think so babes, he definitely has a crush on you” I wink at you. You still shake your head trying to deny it. Its nice to know you not sleeping with the guy though, that puts my mind at rest.

As I stand up going to get changed out of training gear you speak “What you cooking me for dinner then Mase? I am starving and all I am craving is your famous chicken pasta I have not been able to keep anything down today just been throwing up all morning”. I feel so bad that you are feeing like this. “Sorry the baby being a pain in the ass” I try and lighten the mood, I know you are in pain from the accident and the last thing you need is to be sick from the baby too. “Its alright you’re their dad so I am assuming they just taking after you”. You wink at me. We both giggle at that, which I can tell the laugh hurts your ribs which you try and hide well. I explain I am just going to get changed and then I will cook dinner. You only deserve the best.

The next couple of days are bliss, you are healing well and its like old times for us. We are laughing together, dancing, watching TV, playing PlayStation, cooking together. Its like nothing has changed. We are like how we used to be just without the sex and intimacy. We had a moment last night when we are cooking, your ankle gave way from the fracture and I caught you and held you in my arms. We stood like that which felt like forever just staring into eachothers eyes, what I wouldn’t give to kiss you. But its working step by step I am slowly winning you back.

A couple of weeks later you have started to heal well, you are still a little sore but can now move about a lot more which is amazing, the problem is the thought that I will need to drop you home very soon is lingering over me. It was first game of the season tomorrow, and you agreed to come down and watch it, it will be the first game you watch where we are not actually together which is going to be so weird. If I score who do I dedicate it to? I always dedicate it to you.. maybe I will dedicate it to the baby? But then that means everyone finds out and I am not sure we are ready for that yet. So much is running through my head. Things have been going so well, its so complicated, we are sharing a bed every night and acting like a couple in every aspect just without intimacy, what I wouldn’t give to be that close to you again but then again if we do sleep together will that make everything more complicated?

I am at training today preparing for the game tomorrow, as I was finishing my cool down workout just doing the last bit of preparation for tomorrow my phone bings, but then it binged a couple more times, then a couple more. I was so confused but when I saw your name panic set in Are you okay? Is the baby okay? But when I open it I saw there are an array of pictures but I quickly read the top part of the text “Blue for Chelsea.. Red for United.. or White for England ;)?” I was so confused at this message but when I opened the picture I quickly looked to make sure no one was around but my jaw suddenly dropped at the sight. The pictures each showed you wearing the same pair of sexy lingerie but in 3 different colours, blue, red and white and each photo showed you posing in very explicit poses. The way the lingerie hugs your body, its an all in one piece with the sides cut out and with lace running around which is covering certain parts of the body, but everything else is completely see through and not leaving much to the imagination. I can feel my length growing in my shorts at the sight of it. I need to get out of here now before anyone realises. I quickly grab my things and make it to the car.

Once I get to the car, all I can do is stare at those photos. You look absolutely incredible and knowing that you are sitting in my bedroom wearing one of those in poses like that, I can feel my dick start to throb. I have to calm myself down though as I really cannot be sleeping with you before a game you know I am not allowed to be doing that. I quickly send you a reply text “You know I always loved red on you.. however you do know I have a game tomorrow so no matter how incredibly fit you look right now we cannot do anything” I can see you read the message and you are typing straight away I am sitting there whilst you are typing just continuing to look at the photos. Believe me the things I would do to you right now, its going to be so hard to resist you. All I have wanted since we broke up is to have you back and be back inside you. That’s when I saw the new message come through. Sending me another photo of you in the red outfit now bent over the side of the bed so your ass is on show. Damn you are so fucking hot. “Well lets see if you can resist my charm Mount. Safe journey I will see you soon baby”. Now all my mind can think about is that last word.. you haven’t called me baby since the breakup.. are you just saying it to get me into bed or do you generally mean that? Have I got you back?

As I walk into the house, its completely quiet which I knew it would be I knew where you were. As I had a small jog up the stairs towards the bedroom I can see you sitting at the desk curling your hair. You are covered up by a silk robe but really doesn’t cover anything up and I know you have done that to tease me more. “How was training baby?” You asked as you spot me and now you are stood up and walked over to me slowly giving me a chance to look you over.  I really do not know how I am going to turn you down right now. You come over to me and push your hips into mine and wrap your hands around my neck. “It was good.. I feel shattered though and big game tomorrow. So I am just going to jump in the shower for a cool down”. I can see the disappointment on your face, believe me there is nothing more that I want to do right now then be inside you. “So is that your way of turning me down right now Mount. Seriously I am stood here looking like this.. and you want to turn me down.” I am now fighting so much in my head, how bad can a quick fuck be? “The problem is that I do not want just a quick fuck I want to absolutely destroy you and believe me that’s going to take a lot more energy then I have right now.” I can see you looking into my eyes to see if I am telling the truth or just parring you off, I am trying so hard not to cave because you looking like that believe me any other day I would already be fucking you. I have waited so long for this moment again why am I turning you down?

That’s when you suddenly attack my lips, I can feel you grinding into me obviously you can feel how rock hard I am for you right now. I am kissing you back I cannot deny you back. My hands go to your ass as I am pushing my body back into yours as we deepen the kiss. I quickly lift you up to wrap your legs around me and I place you on the desk and stand inbetween your legs to continue the kiss. Then I realise I have caved. I quickly pull away from the kiss, I quickly give you another once over and obtain a mental picture of you looking like that. “Y/n we can’t, I really can’t. Believe me there is nothing more that I would want then to continue this but tomorrow is first game of the season I need to look good. Please understand”. You give me a cheeky smile and nod back. “Of course I understand I just wanted to tease you, you know it gets boring sitting around here all day I need some kind of entertainment. Maybe if you score tomorrow we can continue this”. You quickly hop of the table and give me another peck on the lips. “Believe me if that is not motivation to score tomorrow I don’t know what is”. I watch as you walk towards the wardrobe to get changed and I quickly hop in the shower. I cannot get that vision of you standing there like that out of my head.

Its game day, as I walk out onto the pitch at old Trafford this time feel different, you have always been to my games before but this time I don’t know, I feel like I need to show off I need to impress you, I need to make you proud.

I had the best game, I got one assist and one goal which as soon as I scored I ran over to where I knew you were standing and pointed straight for you. That goal was for you baby girl. We ended up drawing the game but I didn’t care I scored which I got to dedicate to you in my mind that’s all that matters. I got ready so quickly at the end of the game, I looked down at my phone and there was a message on there from you “I guess you scored so I need to keep my end of the deal when we get home ;)”  when I saw that text it suddenly send a massive rush of blood down I cannot wait to get home.

When I get home I see you standing in the kitchen with your back to me, you are wearing my man united top, its slightly too big for you and just covers your bum. It has my name on the back and you know how much that turns me on. I can see you are wearing nothing else apart from that shirt which really isn’t leaving much to the imagination.

I quickly walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist which makes you jump but then relax into my arms as soon as you realise who it is. You turn around so you face me and wrap your arms around my neck. “what a game you played so well Mase I am so proud.”. I haven’t seen her give me recognition like that in so long, “Thank you baby, it was all for you”. You smiled at me, which makes me blush. “It was only for me as you wanted your reward for scoring mount” which you said with a wink. “I cannot say it didn’t impact my performance”. I say with a little giggle.

Next thing I know my hands have moved down to your bum and my lips are crashing onto yours. I trail my tongue along your lips to allow me entrance which you quickly oblige, your grip around my neck tightens which deepens the kiss. I grab your bum and wrap your legs around my waist and place you on the kitchen side to continue this kiss. Its so passionate and we both fighting for air as the kiss continues. “Mase, we cannot do it on the side. We prepare food here”. We break the kiss and I nod agreeing its probably not the most hygienic. I quickly wrap your legs around me and begin to walk up the staircase. You start laughing which I quickly bring my face to look at you to see whats wrong “Babe put me down with the pregnancy you cannot carry me up the stairs you do not need to give yourself another injury”. Which you laugh at this but I am quick to reply as I continue wo walk up the stairs “Please y/n even with the pregnancy you are still as light as ever”. You are slightly heavier then when I have carried you up the stairs before but I am not here to break your confidence, in my eyes you will always be perfect anyway.

As I reach our bedroom I slowly lay you on the bed as much as I want to throw you and be rough I am very conscious that you are growing my baby in you and you still recovering from the car accident so I need to remind myself to be careful. As you hit the bed the shirt slowly rides up and reveals the little string thong you have underneath. I quickly strip my top and bottoms off just leaving myself in my underwear and prop myself on top of you. You must be able to feel my hard length between us because right now I am rock solid. You go to take your shirt off bit I quickly stop you. “Nooo baby leave my shirt on, I love fucking you knowing you wearing my shirt”. You nod and quickly attached your lips back to mine. Our hands exploring eachother bodies like we are trying to remember eachother.

I can feel you rubbing my dick over the top of my underwear, I cannot stop the moans coming out of my mouth. It feels so good to feel your hand touching me again. Its defiantly so much better then me using my hand with the images of you. You quickly go to take my boxers off and let my dick spring free. You quickly push me off you and climb on top of me.  You are straddling my waist and I can feel you pushing your hips down onto my dick, I can feel the precum leaking out. You begin to kiss my lips, my neck, along my chest then start working your way down. I put my head back to enjoy my goal reward. I shut my eyes, but I can feel you playing with my dick, I do not know what you are doing but it feels amazing I am trying to focus on not cumming. Then I can feel you put it in your mouth and I can feel your head popping back and forth and oh my god it feels incredible. You always knew how to make me feel good. As I open my eyes I can see you looking at me through your lashes as you continue your rhythm. I just want to submit to you and cum all in your pretty mouth but I have been waiting for this moment for so long I need to be inside you.

I quickly pull you up and continue to kiss you, my hands exploring your entire body. You have the most sexiest body I have ever seen. I flip us over so I am not hovering over you, your legs spread either side of my body, wrapped around my back. I have my arms placed either side of your head trying not to put too much on my weight onto your body as I know you are still sore from the accident.

I reach down and quickly remove your thing and start rubbing circles along your clit which is making you start to make small moans onto my neck, I could listen to that sound forever. When I put a finger inside you to make sure you are ready I can feel how soaked you are. “Damn babe someone is a little wet” I give you a smug smile I love knowing I do this to you. “Shut up Mase and put it inside me, I need you now”. I watch your eyes darken and I can see the lust in your eyes.

I line myself up with you, I am worried though with your injuries you have sustained it may hurt, “I will go slow I promise. Let me know if it hurts please be honest y/n. I don’t want to hurt you”. You nod “I will Mase, just please I need you.” I give in and slowly push myself inside you. I feel you wince so I quickly go to stop but you tell me to continue. As I am slowly pushing myself in, I am giving you kisses along your lips, jaw and collarbone, once I am fully inside you I can see the tears filling your eyes. “Are you sure  baby?”  I ask which you agree and I start to move slowly. I can then start to hear the moans of pain turn into moans of pleasure which is giving me fuel to start going a little harder.

“Uh right there Mason.. uuu please do not stop” seeing you unravel underneath me is incredible, I forgotten how sexy your face is when we have sex. “Faster please Mase” this is when I grip your hips and I start to ruin you. I am moaning mentions of how sexy you are, how good you are making me feel. “Uh shit Mase I am gonna cum” with that I can feel your walls clench around my dick which is making me need to cum. I feel you cum all over my dick, I look down and watch your eyes roll back and your arms have now let go of me and one of them is gripping the top of the bed with the other gripping the duvet. You are holding on for dear life and moaning my name. The sight of you I cannot hold it anymore. “yeah that’s it y/n, fuck” as I continue to moan your name as I fill you up.

I collapse next to you as we are both a breathless mess, “shit sorry I cum in you, I totally forgot to pull out. I just forgotten how good it feels to cum inside you”. You turn to me trying to catch your breathe. “Please Mase, its not like I can get anymore pregnant. Plus that was incredible”. We both quickly run to the bathroom to clean up and we curl up together. It’s the first time since the breakup we actually kiss eachother good night and we fall asleep we my arms wrapped around you.

The next morning I wake up early as I have a photo shoot, you are dead to the world so I am quiet getting ready to leave. As I get out the shower I see the hickey you left on my neck. They are going to enjoy covering that up.  I think whilst the flashback of last night come into my mind making me blush. I quickly give you one last look before I leave, seeing you sleeping so peacefully in my united shirt still slightly snoring away. I have never seen someone so beautiful. Damn I love you.

The shoot went well, as I pull into the drive way I suddenly get a sudden rush of anxiety. I don’t know why but I feel something is wrong. As I walk into the house, its quiet that’s when I see you come round the corner with a large bag. You look sad, I can instantly feel my heart pound. “Whats wrong where are you going?” I quickly ask, you look down and do not look me in eyes. “Please Mase, you promised me you would take me home once I am healed. Well I am healed now, and my work need me to come back”. I cannot believe it, I thought I changed your mind. “Wait, I thought we were okay. We are having a baby y/n/n, we slept together. We have been good the past couple of weeks. I thought I lost you baby, and the thought of that broke my heart especially on how we ended it all. Please give me another chance”.

I am having flashbacks to the night you left last time, I can feel my eyes welling up. My head is now suddenly pounding. I am so scared of you leaving again. “I know Mase, and believe me I really do appreciate you looking after me. The last few weeks have been amazing and last night was incredible. But Mase you still cheated on me, it doesn’t change anything. I thought I could forget about how you broke my heart, but when I woke up this morning I felt this sudden urge of dread. I do not want to sit here thinking if you are with someone else or where you are all the time. Its going to be toxic for the baby and I do not want my baby having that environment.”. I walk over to you and hold your hands in mine. I can feel the tears rolling down my face and I know cannot hide my emotions I am a wreck. I cannot let you leave again.

“Please y/n, just give me a chance. Please I will spend every single day proving to you that all I want is you. What I did was disgusting and I promise you it would never happen again. Just give me a change to prove it. Please y/n, I want you and this baby”. I place a hand on your stomach which makes you look down at where my hand is placed. “I know I broke your heart baby, just give me the chance for us to be a family please do not leave me”.

You are now starting to cry now, I can tell you are trying hard to regulate your breathing, “Mase, I don’t know so much happened between us I cannot just forget it happened”. I quickly place a small kiss to your lips, you do not stop me so I hold the kiss for a little and pull away. “I am not asking for you to forget whats happened, but please just forgive me and give us a chance to be a family that our baby deserves.”

I can tell you are fighting with your head, “Look mase, how about I make you a deal. You drop me home as I do have a job and I cannot have anymore time off. We take things slow, we will talk and I can still come down to see you. We will see how the long distance goes and whats meant to be will be. I cannot just throw myself into this after getting my heart broken but I think that’s a pretty good comprise.”

Its not exactly the answer I wanted but at this point I am really not in the situation to be demanding orders so I agree. Right now that gives me a chance, a chance to win you back. That’s all I need is a chance.

[hippiegoth97]

Random Steve Thought #2

A/N: This one really got away from me, sorry lol. But I hope you all enjoy! And Spencer Reid is up next :)

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, sub!steve harrington, dom!reader, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, grinding, jealousy, alcohol use, light violence, praise, dirty talk, groping, cock stroking (not quite handjob), restraints, teasing, edging, kissing

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You've been driving him crazy all night. It's his own fault, really. He's the one who insisted on dragging you to this lame party in the first place. Of course, it's a bit hard to skip out on a rager that's being held at his own fraternity. His 'brothers' wouldn't hear of it when Steve tried to give all the excuses under the sun, exams coming up, a headache, a 'hot date' with a girl that most certainly isn't you. He can't have everyone knowing he's been getting dominated by the campus' resident man-eater every other night, especially not the macho men he happens to board with.

So, here you both are, having a totally miserable time. Well, Steve is, anyway. You, on the other hand, have managed to keep yourself entertained until the appropriate time comes for you to slip away to your dorm. You've got a red plastic cup full of fruit-flavored swill in your hand, the other running lazily along the chest of some random guy you have absolutely no intention of sleeping with. But you giggle at his bad jokes, flutter your eyelashes at him, pretend you give a shit about his trust fund. All while Steve watches you from the other side of the room.

Steve knows you don't have any interest in that douchebag, some jagoff from a different frat house, though he forgets which one. But jealousy burns in his chest all the same, his neck heating up as he can't pry his eyes away from the torturous display. It's not fair, he should be handcuffed to your bed right now, begging for mercy as you toy with his leaking cock at a snail's pace for hours, until you finally grant him release down that seemingly endless throat of yours. Steve clears his own throat at the thought, turning his attention to one of his brothers yapping away about some 'big titty bimbo' he banged last night.

The party goes on for a while, music bumping and beers being chugged away as a sea of bodies fills the middle of the floor. You've brought your conversation partner into the tangle to dance, your eyes finding Steve on the outside of the crowd to make sure he's paying attention. Sure enough, you find his gaze stuck to you, his beer can held firmly in his hand as he observes. His lips are tight and flat, it appears you're getting under his skin. Good. You give him a small smirk, before turning away to focus on your prop of the evening.

The man puts his hands on your hips as you begin to move to the music, firm and possessive right off the bat. You despise men acting like they own you, almost as much as you hate frat parties. But you play along, pretending to be the demure little flower you most definitely aren't. This is all for Steve, to show him what he's missing. For now. You turn yourself around in the man's grip, pressing your back into his chest. Your arms reach behind to wrap casually around his neck to keep him close, leading him to grind with you to the beat of the awful music that's blasting through the speakers.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the moment as you imagine Steve dancing with you instead of this asshole. It's absurdly easy to picture him behind you, holding you tightly as you roll your hips in perfect sync. His strong hands wander over your body, grazing over your tits through your dress, all the way down to your thighs. There's no feeling of ownership in his touch, just admiration. You grind against your stand-in a little harder, quickly noticing his cock poking into your ass. It's not nearly as big as Steve's, which is sadly breaking the illusion for you. You suddenly realize just how stupid this all is, breaking out of the man's grasp. Steve is who you truly want, punishment or not, and you've been here long enough to make a clean exit with him now.

"Hey, where you goin'?" The man asks, stepping forward to reach for your arm.

"Home." You say curtly, snatching yourself away from his grasp.

"What? We were just getting started!" He says angrily, continuing to approach you. "You can't get me all riled up like this, and just walk away!"

"Actually, I can." You say with a laugh, turning to push your way through the crowd and find Steve.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" The man yells, drawing the attention of a few drunk partygoers. He grabs hold of your arm, pulling you towards him roughly.

"Let me go, you creep!" You shout, smacking him across the cheek. Your nail scratches his flesh, making him bleed a little.

Steve's been watching this entire time, which hurt like a bitch, at first. To see you grinding against some other guy, when it should be him. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when you quickly became bored, obviously more interested in finding him and getting the fuck out of here. Of course, your choice in dance partner isn't the type to take 'no' for an answer. Steve's been waiting, thinking you can hold your own. You've told him many times that he doesn't need to 'swoop in and save you', and he never disagreed. But in this moment, it seems you could use some assistance. And he's more than happy to oblige. He cuts through the crowd, heading straight for you.

"Hey, asshole!" Steve says to the jerk who's holding you captive, finding your gaze for a moment. He gives you a subtle nod, and you return it. The other man turns, still gripping your arm so hard it hurts. Without another word, Steve socks him right in the face, sending him to the floor. A few people take notice, though they quickly return to partying after a glazed-over glance at the man on the ground. He'll be fine, they collectively tell themselves. "C'mon." Steve says, taking your hand to lead you out of here.

"Thanks for that." You say once the two of you are outside, ready to make the journey to the dorms.

"Of course." He nods as you start to walk down the sidewalk. "Look, I know you hate all that chivalry stuff-" He starts, but you cut him off.

"No, it's fine, really. You only stepped in because you had to. I'll let it slide...just this once." You say with a giggle, earning a chuckle from his as well.

"Noted." Steve says agreeably.

The trip to the dorms is relatively short, the campus isn't exactly huge. Your feet are very thankful once you reach the brick building, however. The heels you've been wearing haven't exactly been broken in to your liking just yet. You lead Steve to your room, turning the key in the lock and kicking your shoes off once you're inside. Your roommate is out for the night, staying over with her boyfriend in the boys' dorm across the street. Steve sheds his own shoes, and you're on him in a second afterwards.

Your lips press into his hungrily, your hands resting on his chest as you lead him backwards toward the bed. Steve hums against you, already melting into that delightful, fuzzy headspace you've built just for him. A damn kiss really shouldn't affect him so much, but yours are like nothing else he's ever experienced. He falls onto his back as he knees his the edge of the bed, with you climbing on top of his lap while refusing to let him catch his breath.

"Have you learned your lesson about dragging me to bullshit parties, Stevie?" You ask as you pull away, gazing down at him with piercing eyes.

"Yes. I promise, I'll never take you to one again." Steve responds instantly, unable to hide his need for your approval.

"Good boy." You purr, giving him another brief kiss while you grab hold of the hem of his shirt. He sits up for you, and you lift it over his head. The shirt finds its way to the floor, leaving his heaving chest in full view. You admire his gorgeous muscles for a moment, running your hands along his torso. "I will say...it was a little fun to make you jealous. Even if it blew up in my face." You speak softly.

"It worked. I can't stand to see you with anyone else." He replies, his cock already straining beneath you in his jeans. Less than a minute and he's rock hard, that's got to be a record.

"I know, baby. That's why I did it. The look on your face was priceless." You roll your hips over him once, drawing a low groan from his lips. You can practically feel his dick throbbing under you, aware of how desperate he must be to be touched by you. But the fun is just beginning. "Tell me what was going through this pretty little head of yours when you saw me with him." You command as you cup his cheek, your words whispered into the dim light of the room.

"I felt sad...and angry." He starts, earning another roll of your hips against his crotch. His breath catches, his eyes not daring to leave yours. "I know we're not, like, officially together. But I like you so much, and I like what we have." He pauses, realizing how cheesy this sounds.

"So do I, my sweet boy." You coo to him, grinding on him once again. You let out a small moan, the friction making a rather sticky mess of your panties. "Go on, tell me more. Were you thinking about me?" You ask, guiding him further into submission. You want to hear all the dirty things inside his head, what's got him so riled up so easily. It can't all be from your charms, though you'll admit you're quite talented at turning people on.

"Yes. I wanted to blow off that stupid party, and be here with you instead." Steve replies, watching as your hands reach for his belt now. You slowly undo the buckle, expecting him to keep talking. "I thought about you handcuffing me, like you always do." He says through a groan as you give him another small reward of your soaked pussy rubbing along his stiff cock through annoying layers of clothes. You slide his zipper down its track, and he tries to keep his mouth and his brain on the same page. "I thought about how good your mouth feels on me, how wet and warm it is. And -fuck, the way you tease me for what feels like hours." He explains as you finally take his leaking dick out of his jeans and briefs, fisting it roughly in your hand.

"Yeah? You like the way I get you all worked up, 'til you're nearly screaming for me to let you cum?" You question with a wolfish smile, watching the way Steve's brows scrunch into each other and his mouth falls open. You pump his length in your hand, his precum already drooling down to your wrist in a sticky trail.

"Yeah, I love it...so much." He whimpers as you squeeze him hard, making more pearlescent fluid spill out in a helpless dribble.

"Is that what you want me to do to you tonight, baby?" You offer, hoping he says 'yes'. The way he's trying so hard not to squirm, and the pathetic noises he's making are getting you wetter by the second.

"Uh-huh." He nods frantically, his breath coming out ragged as you stroke him rougher and faster. He knows you're only bringing him right to the edge, without letting him fall over it. That won't happen for a good long while. And that's exactly the way he wants it.

"Anything for my good boy. Get the cuffs for me, and we'll get you nice and tied up." You order, releasing his dick from your grip. He whines at the loss, but obeys your instructions. He locates the handcuffs, giving them to you and laying down to get in position. You straddle his thighs as you click the cuffs in place, the links stuck between the slats on your bedframe. You gaze down at him one final time, his cock still out, stiff and dripping all over his mound of hair and stomach. "Look at you, already such a mess." You tut, cocking your head to the side teasingly. "Let's see how much messier we can get."

[butteredfrogs]

trying so hard not to get upset and say fuck it and delete my tumblr

[dreamteamemojis]

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[missrosegold]

Looks like I just lost another close friend to guy who isn't worth a pile of dog shit. 😊

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

people begging me to do something to make a certain someone happy aren’t taking into account that i hate this person and i will revel in the knowledge that i kept them from getting the most perfect version of what they wanted. in fact i hope they mourn the loss of this for the rest of their life and die unhappy about it

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[aberooski]

It's astounding how one thing can ruin your entire day and destroy your entire emotional state.