#i´m just really tired of always being the one driving to people and to be the one always asking to hang out

[verstappen-cult]

PRAISE, M. VERSTAPPEN.

✶ SUMMARY. Max knows he’s good at his job, he was raised to be the best driver, the perfect son, and knows he’s talented. The bad thing is that he has to listen to people complimenting him almost everyday. He really thinks he’s good at hiding how shy and uncomfortable it makes him, and it’s just that Max can’t seem to take compliments from anyone but you.

content warnings ✶ disclaimers. fem!reader. lots of fluff. my favorite kind of max: flustered max. P in V. sub/dom dynamics. praise kink. unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it kiddos. breeding kink. redbull racing slander because we are tired of them not doing their job. english is not my first language.

GWEN RAMBLES — i started writing this after the awful events of sunday, and finished it today! this was requested a while ago and to the person who asked for it – i’m sorry it took me so long! hope y’all like it. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Max gets uncomfortable when people compliment him. He knows he's good at what he does, knows he’s talented. And when people call him handsome? Compliment his hair? His arms? He has a hard time trying not to show how affected he actually is.

However, you know him in ways the rest of the world doesn't.

Max likes it when you compliment his cooking. It's not deserving of a five star Michelin rating, but good enough to eat and perfect the dish.

"How did you came up with this?" You ask, raising a spoonful of vegetables with a sweet and sour sauce.

Max can't keep his eyes off of you, waiting for your reaction patiently and anxiously. "I saw it in a video. But it was my idea to add the sauce to give it a little spin." He shrugs, his cheeks gaining a pretty pink color the second you make eye contact with him.

"It's delicious," You whisper, licking the rests of sauce from the spoon. Max's eyes glaze over and he forces himself to look away if he actually wants to make it through dinner. "You're such a good cook, Max. If you weren't a racing driver, I'm sure you would've had a restaurant."

Now, Max blushes furiously, the spoon falling from his fingers and on the plate. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes to mind, and you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing at his flustered state.

Max likes it when you jump into his open arms after a good qualifying session or podium celebrations, all happy and giddy as he still tries to shake off the adrenaline.

"You did such a good job!" He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground. He's still pretty much on cloud nine and with you in his arms it can't get any more perfect. "You were flying out there!"

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far.” You are not looking at his precious face, but you know he’s blushing for the way his voice falters. Once he puts you down, Max hides his face away by busying himself with getting rid of his champagne-soaked race suit.

His reluctance to accept your compliment doesn’t surprise you in the slightest, he always brushes them off. You thought he didn't like it at first, it was really awkward when you started dating and he would ignore you, but as time went on you learned that he just doesn't know how to react to them. His PR training has helped him a lot for when the press and the public in general praise him for his excellent driving and fast reflexes almost every day of his life, but Max still gets flustered when you are the one complimenting him. You love to tease him about it.

Max likes it when you praise him during sex.

Especially when he surrenders himself to you.

"Look at you," You coo at him, the back of your hand caressing his cheek ever so slightly. "being so good for me." Max draws in a sharp breath, your touch burning in the most delicious way even if you're barely doing it.

You press a kiss on his naked shoulder, his smooth and warm skin shining with sweat.

“I’m always good.” He rasps, leaning his head to the side and presenting his neck to you.

You laugh softly, moving away to look into the depths of his ocean blue eyes. “Of course you are.” The smile he gives you makes your heart hammer in your ears.

Max opens his mouth to speak but falls silent as you continue to kiss along his collarbones, running your tongue and creating a path down over his chest, your soft lips making contact with his nipples.

He arches his back when you capture a nub between your teeth, hands grabbing the sheets because he knows he can’t touch you unless you allow him to. And he’s good. He wants to be good.

Max bites his bottom lip as you pinch his other nipple with your fingers. He’s having a hard time trying to stay still, his whole body shivers at your ministration.

“Always so sensitive.” You say, swiping your thumb over the pebbled flesh. Max only nods, his blushed face twisted in pleasure. “Such a good boy, uh?”

You lift your skirt up to straddle his hips, sitting just above his hard cock, still tucked away in his trousers.

“You did such a good job today.” You say, rocking your hips and planting your hands on his stomach. Max groans, shaking his head. “What was that?”

“It was,” He sighs, closing his eyes to try and regain some control over his body, but he’s sensitive and can feel your slick dripping over his clothed cock. “It was awful today.”

You tsk, nodding your approval. “It was.” His face falls for a moment, expression somber. “They don’t deserve you, not at all.” His eyes shine again, just like that. “You’re practically doing everything by yourself, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes.” His knuckles are white from gripping the sheets trying to follow your earlier instructions, so you take pity on him. Your touch is soft as you take his hands and place them on your waist, and Max doesn’t waste a second on gripping you so hard you know you’ll have bruises the size of his hands tomorrow. The mere thought of walking around with his bruises makes you clench around nothing.

“No one is doing it like you, Max.” You purr his name, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Max lets out a low groan, hips thrusting up with force. He needs release. He needs you.

“Please.” He whispers, and you lower yourself to be at the same level, lips grazing his.

“What do you need?”

“Please,” He says again, almost whining. “Please.”

“You need to use your words. I don’t know what your please means, Max.” You pinch his nipple and he gasps, tilting his head.

His pupils are blown wide when he opens his eyes to look directly into yours. “I want – please I want you to ride me.” His voice breaks in a moan.

“See?” You cup his jaw, thumb caressing his bottom lip. “That wasn’t so hard.”

Max’s mind is blank except for thoughts of you. You on top of him. You taking care of him. You fucking him. You, you, you.

You use his chest for support as you help him get rid of his trousers and your skirt. Now, both of you are completely naked and Max can’t fight the moan that slips from his lips when he feels the heat of your cunt against his hard and leaking cock. It’s painful.

Max gazes down and his mouth waters. The thought of laying you down and claiming his favorite spot between your legs to taste you is almost enough to send him over the edge.

You trail your hand down his chest, not breaking eye contact, not wanting to miss any of his reactions. Like the way his entire face twist in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth hanging open, when you wrap your hand around his cock.

Max still has a little of self control but it’s exhausting, he doesn’t know how much he can actually take before reaching his limit and spilling his seed. And he doesn’t want to waste it. He wants to come inside of you, wants to fill you up and stay there. So he says it.

And you shudder in response. You’re soaking wet, so it’s enough to not need prep, even though Max is big and he loves to prep you for it; you want it to hurt today, you want to be sore and feel him all day.

You guide his cock with trembling hands, feeling the tip fighting its way into your cunt.

You place both hands on his chest as he grips your hips as his life depends on it. You sink down on him, adjusting and pressing down slowly. It is torture for Max, you see it in the way his jaw tenses and sweat coats in his forehead. But he doesn’t protest, he takes everything you give him in silence.

“You feel,” You gasp at the sensation of finally having him deep inside of you. Max tosses his head back when he feels you clench around him. “so,” He moans louder, bucking his hips into you as you start riding him, fingernails scrapping his skin. “good.”

You take him deeper every time you raise your hips, letting yourself fall down hard, your clit grinding against his skin and making you moan loudly.

Max is mesmerized by the view.

And Max really doesn’t know where to look. If your contorted face and mouth open, moans and praises falling from your lips mixing with the squelching sounds of your cunt. Or your breast bouncing with every move. Or the connection between your bodies, how his cock disappears inside of you over and over again, driving him closer to the edge.

“Fucking me so good,” You start babbling, and Max knows you’re close to your orgasm.

He pulls you down against him and starts thrusting into you with urgency. You tuck your head against his neck and sink your teeth into his skin, marking him. Claiming him.

His cock digs deep inside, the tip rubbing against that sensitive spot that makes you tremble and see stars behind your eyelids.

Max reaches his climax with loud moans and calls of your name. He fills you up and continues to fuck his seed into you until your whole body goes still and the whole world cease to exist except for you and him.

Max doesn’t pull out until he’s certain you’ve taken every last drop. It is only when it gets cold and you want to cuddle under the blankets that you move off him, his pout at not having your weight on top of him making you giggle.

“Did so good.” You whisper, not recognising your own broken voice. “My sweet boy.”

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[prettyboykatsuki]

brocon | a. oliver

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, unrequited love (from reader but not to oliver), presence of honorfics (nii-san mostly), incest (incestual roleplay and one sided incestual affection lol), oliver is not the older brother but he wishes he was, Too Casual About Incest in this one, oral (m!recieving), mentions of cervix fucking + deepthroating, cream pies, casual sex, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.5k

✮ a/n ; im reading too many doujinshis. everyday i become a little more insane. i miss you all. i also hate this guy.

c. consider this like a prelude by the way. im definitely going to expand on this universe rip.

also im dead fucking tired so tenses are all over the place. im gonna skip class tomorrow i think lol

✮ synopsis ; oliver is not put off by your brother complex. he probably should be.

Oliver isn’t very meddlesome.  

He’s a captain, but that’s as far as he’s ever willing to extend himself when it comes to getting deeply involved with other people. He loves soccer, loves strikers, etc. Annoying shit is tolerable if it’s for the love of the game.  

So in terms of his willingness to interfere, it starts and stops at soccer.  

The same is not true for relationships. Never has been really. He isn’t sure if he’s always been like that. He got his heart broken in high school, before his career took off and get much time to think about what he wanted after.  

He’ll never claim to be paragon of morality. Whether or not he’s pre-disposed for it, he’s been around the block and doesn’t take anything too seriously. A lot of what he’s down for just depends on where he’s at and he stands to gain. 

But, he’s always been straightforward about it so whatever.  

 From experience, he prefers dating women with a lot to lose - career driven types. Long term, they’re the easiest to break up with because they rarely chase after him and have little desire for the spotlight. He likes cute, innocent types too, for different reasons - but it can get messy easily so he has to be off season  to fuck them or date. His type in men depends on what he’s feeling. He likes getting topped by quiet, stoic men and likes topping slutty pretty boys. 

Case and point, Olivers type is whoever wants to fuck him and he wants to fuck too. It’s not complicated and isn’t defined by any particular thing. When it comes to appearance and personality - well he’s fine with whatever. He’s not really interested in being exclusive. He likes to have fun and like freely, or something like that.  

His only real criteria for sex and partnership are: discreet, sane, want to fuck him.  

You fit one of those parameters for sure.  You’re very discreet.  

But while you and Oliver are sleeping together, it’s not him you actually want.  

Oliver  met you a few months back. You were by yourself in the bar of a nice motel and dressed to the nines, crying alone over a drink. The game plan was simple. He would chat you up, console you, and bring you to bed. You both get to feel good, and you get to forget for a while.  

An attempted act of kindness and sincerity.  

He did just that too. Slid up next to you easy, bought you a drink. You were mostly sober - told him you had to drive early the next day. Alcohol was just to soothe your broken heart. You broke down after that. Red-rimmed watery eyes, barely keeping it together - it didn’t take much effort for Oliver to get you to open up. Apparently someone you loved had just got married. You even gave a speech for the wedding. Sobbed a little about how you’re happy he’s happy but you’re devastated.  

Oliver offered you a shoulder to cry on. Whispered in your ear real sweet about licking each others wounds for the night. How he’d be happy to help you forget. You went back to your hotel with little fuss. And he’s a half decent bastard after all, so he didn’t go too hard on you during the sex. Gave you boyfriend treatment as a consolation prize for your efforts. Foreheads pressed together, arms around his shoulders, lots of kissing and making eye contact.  

That kind of sex is fun sometimes, at least when it’s not very serious.  

You had great compatibility in bed. Some post coital pillow talk also revealed that your mutual interests meshed pretty well  - so you decided to see each other again for the purposes of fucking. Oliver needs a reliable partner who won’t try to ruin his career and you need a shoulder to lean on and forget about your true love.  

It was working out well for him really. And like he said, he’s not really the type to pry into other peoples affairs.  

For better or for worse though, having frequent sex with someone usually gets you acquainted with random aspects of their life. The friends parts of friends with benefits usually means you’re seeing some part of them you didn’t sign up for.  

It took three months of sleeping with you, around the 8th time you met up for sex, for him to realize who your unrequited love actually was.  

He thought it might’ve been someone off limits from the way you spoke about it. Though you tended to avoid the subject altogether.  

Had he known he was going to get involved with a girl that has the worst brother complex he’s ever seen, he would’ve reconsidered seeing you again.  

Maybe. Or maybe not.  

Truthfully, Oliver is less bothered by brocon thing than he thought he’d be. He hadn’t realized because of anything you told him. Just that once, you were laying on his chest when you got a call in the middle of the night from your older brother. 

You’re not the sweet type, to put it bluntly. Oliver would categorize you as the working professional sort with a lot to lose - high spec and calculating. Aside from the night he met you, he’d never seen you act in a way he would consider needy or childish - even after sex. Or ever, really - even when something happens that might garner that response.  

Seeing the way your eyes lit up, the way your whole demeanor changed as you spoke with him on the phone. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. He didn’t have plans to confront you about it at the time. It wasn’t really his business, or at least that’s what he told himself. 

At a certain point though, he felt like he couldn’t dance around it.  

He brought it up on a whim one night. Regretted it because he liked your current relationship and didn’t want it to end, but he felt it had to be done.  

He doesn’t know what exactly he was expecting, if anything at all. He thought you’d cuss him out or something. Tell him to fuck off and mind his business. Tell him to not be gross, maybe.  

But he didn’t expect tears, nor did he expect the childish sadness that came along with the mere mention of you beloved nii-san.  

That had made him wanna pry.  

It wasn’t hard to get you to open up about it. Frankly, he didn’t actually give a shit about the incest part, so you felt safe enough to tell him when he asked. Your older brother was basically your whole life. You’re half siblings, abandoned by the same parent. You had a rough upbringing but your older brother took care of you and sacrificed a lot. You realized you were in love with him in middle school and kept it in since. He’s about four years older than you and his wife is a very gentle person.  

Oliver isn’t concerned about the details. He’s nosy - so he asks but he wouldn’t’ve forced you if you didn’t want to talk about it. But it seems like you really did, since you were happy to tell him anything on your mind.  

You were…different after that. After he knew, you relaxed considerably. He didn’t think of you as guarded until you stopped being that way and started acting more… docile.  

Oliver doesn’t mind that change either, which is shocking for him. Usually you’re far off but after you cum, you soften up and act kind of… cute.  

 You’re a little clingier, and generally speaking - sweeter to him when you’re guard is down. It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose. You never ask Oliver to treat you any softer or get demanding with him. And there’s never an instance where he has to worry about if that’ll change because as nice as you are to him, it’s clear as day that no one in the world will ever surpass your affection for your older brother.  

(Once, after sex,  Oliver asks you what you like about about your older brother. The question comes as a shock to you both, but mostly to him because he isn’t sure why he thinks to ask. You’re happy enough to answer it though. According to you, he’s perfect.  

He’s kind and thoughtful, gentle and doting, tall, strong and handsome. You’ve got little hearts in your eyes when you say all this. You add towards the end that part of the reason you sleep with Oliver is because they’re so different you can forget all about it.  

He laughs at that, but he isn’t sure how sincere it is.) 

As time goes by, Oliver never gets  totally used to the change. As soon as you get a call or text from your beloved nii-san, you perk up like all the life has been breathed back into you. He hears you talk sometimes and it’s clear that your brother also probably has a bit of a sister complex.  

 You’re more open around Oliver sure - but it pales in comparison to when you get a call from him. How could a person be so different? He assumes the answer is love, but he can’t wrap his head around it having that much impact on your character.  

Oliver tries not to think about it.  

You’ve continued sleeping together out of habit and as time went  by  - you started to hang out for no real reason. It’s remained casual. You never want anything from him except dick and sometimes attention, but its clear that it isn’t from the one sided hope of becoming his girlfriend. And he knows almost too well that you don’t care for him in a special way because he knows what that looks like on you - and every kindness you’ve shown him is just who you are.  

It’s not like Oliver isn’t keenly aware of all of that.  

But it doesn’t stick until he offers up roleplaying with you on a whim.  

He suggests it to fuck with you really. And maybe because he’s a little irritated by it. He wants to upset you a little, petty as it is. See how you react. He was expecting you to get pissed off, maybe even cuss him out a little over being a jerk.  

That is not the reaction he receives. Instead you flush all over. Your hands fist on your knees and you get shy over just the prospect. He’s had you bent in every position known to man but he’s never seen you more embarrassed then the very idea of uttering the name nii-san in relation to sex.  

You do have a moment of sobriety after the fact, hit him with your pillow and tell him not to be a dick.  

But then, he can’t let it go. So he grabs you by the wrist and says it’s fine. It’s what he’s here for isn’t he? Always has been.  

Only seeing it does it start to really click.  

It’s the most intense sex you’ve ever had , and it doesn’t feel  profoundly fucked up until you take his dick  into your mouth. Hearts in your eyes while he strokes your hair, swallowing his cock - nuzzling it, kissing, it and being so devoted he doesn’t know if he’s the most unlucky man alive or the least.  

You’re always a sight for sore eyes when you’re hoping to please him somehow. You’re a little haughty in bed in a way he’s into— 

But fuck, it’s different when you’re doing it for your big brother. He’s never seen you so horny in his life. Touching yourself so desperately while you’re deepthroating his length, eyes rolling back into your skull as you swallow him all the down to the base. Moaning into it even as you gag and hiccup and spit.. Drool clinging to your lips, stretched all the way to the corners  - wetness sliding down the curve of your neck and chest. Your face flush, damp tears clinging to your lashes while he strokes his thumb against your cheek and tells you the same few words over and over.  

Nii-san’s so proud of you. You’re being so good for your me. Over and over, reinforcing it again and again. Hearing the words and just thinking of it seem to be enough for you.  

It’s about the same when he does finally fucks you. Oliver gets into it at the end. Puts you in a full nelson and fucks you stupid, the head of his cock battering into you and demanding to be let in. You feel good split apart on his dick - pussy stretched so tight it barely fits him.  

You always do your best to take him, but he sees what the affection does to you. You get so horny that you spread your legs without being fucked open on his fingers first. Your body is responsive to it. He almost feels bad for your brother, not getting to know what it feels like. Oliver is only playing pretending but your cunt squeezes his dick so tight, holds onto him like  it doesn’t want to let go. It’s not even the real thing yet your body is keen on milking him. Built and bred like it was made for your older brother to fuck.  

He’ll never get the chance too. Oliver relishes in it more than he can be honest about.  

Once he’s inside, you tell Oliver in a lust drunk haze that nii-san can have whatever he wants. That’s when he knows you’re running on nothing but lust. And by then, he is too. You whimper when he moves - say yes when he hisses that he’s gonna fuck you deep enough to flood your cervix. Nod desperately when he offers to fuck your cervix open too.  

It’s nothing but filthy bullshit but the words come out easier as his cock keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are over the thought alone.  

It finally settles in when when you’ve nearly fucked yourself unconscious. Riding his cock with your tshirt pulled up over your tits, eyes closed and legs wobbling - saying it over and over. Begging for your brother who you love so dearly while you  fuck on him with all the strength in your hips.  

Seeing that makes him realize that he’s not a stand-in.  

Only because it’s an impossible outcome in the first place.  

It’s the first time he cums inside of you, and the first time you cry after sex. Oliver holds you afterwards. You whisper a thank you so sincere to him afterwards he loses his fucking mind, all soft and watery and needy. Don’t protest when he pulls you into a bath or holds you.  

You stay with him through the night and he realizes right about then that he’s completely and utterly fucked. 

It’s his karma, he assumes. Wanting a girl who has a severe brother complex is Oliver’s own special hell - hand crafted to make him feel as fucked up as possible.  

But damn does he want you bad anyway.  

[howlsofter]

Hellfire.

You’ve been working for John Constantine for a little. He’s been too protective to let you learn anything but he wants to keep you close. Just my usual one shot smut with a little plot.

Words: 2.8k

Tags/warnings: m/f penetration, cunnilingus, drinking, smoking, a little dirty talk, choking, idk sex mostly

John Constantine hates being bothered.

But he needs a new driver.

Just temporarily.

He’d found me on one of his previous endeavors, but many already know who I am. Taught of the occult and arcane by a small circle on the streets after my parents passed, my skills are above most.

Not that I ever get to use them with John. He’s worrisome, shaking as he presses his cigarette back up to his mouth, inhaling like it was his last breathe. He is peering outside.

“John, this time please,” I beg as I round up to the building, John doesn’t even look my way, tossing his cigarette to the ground the moment he opens the car door. He rushes inside and I sigh, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel and letting my head fall back.

30 minutes or so and he’s back, staggering with another goddamn cigarette between his lips. He climbs into the car and I drive forward,

“Where to?” I ask, glancing in the mirror. He’s been crashing at mine for this stent, but he’s been talking about something West. Something I could help him with.

My life is in Brooklyn. I pursed my lips together when he told me. I agreed. He knew I would. I’ve been following John blindly these past few months, yet I don’t know if he really gives a fuck about me.

“Fuck,” he spreads out in the backseat, closing his eyes and pressing his cigarette up to his lips, “anywhere. Do you have alcohol?”

That’s code for my place, because I almost always have alcohol. He’s not a terrible house guest. He doesn’t touch my food, he crashes on the couch fully clothed, no blankets no pillows. That’s only if he’s tired, otherwise he sits and, thinks. I guess.

I pour us a glass and leave the bottle in the middle of table. John sits back and retrieves his cigarettes from his pocket, knocking out another and putting it up to his lips.

He lights it before taking a long sip of his drink. He’s sat back in his seat but leaned forward in a long folded over shape. He takes another drag as soon as he’s swallowed the liquid, huffing out and looking around my apartment.

Nothing has changed since the last time he’s been here, he realizes quick and settles back to me. I reach out, “may I?” He seems annoyed but he snatches the pack from his side pocket where he’d returned them.

I scoot my chair over closer as he grabs the lighter. He holds the cigarette up and I lean forward, taking it from his fingers between my lips. I still, following his hands as he takes another long drag, looking at me waiting for him. I raise an eyebrow and begin reaching for the lighter myself. John’s eyes dart to it and he reaches out quick, flicking his wrist to open it and swiftly sparking it up. I inhale just enough to light it before taking a real drag and sitting back.

“Any plans here, John.”

He takes another sip, “always asking me shit. No, there’s no plans. I’m waiting for someone to slip up.”

“I haven’t found anything about the soul stones,” I’ve been researching, asking around, “most people say they haven’t heard of them.”

“Then you’re asking the wrong people.” He takes a hit after every sentence, this man breathes no oxygen.

“Maybe it’s not in Brooklyn anymore?”

“West…” he mentions again, “but it’s just another gamble.” He turns his head away, like he’s tired of the conversation and finally I take another drag of mine. I can feel the nicotine buzz in my body, I only ever palm one off of John occasionally. It mixes well with a little alcohol.

John leans back up, resting his elbows on the table and taking another large sip of his drink. “Are you really coming?” He asks, suddenly so serious. He takes his last sip of his drink, putting it to rest on my tabletop, he flicks his ash into the ashtray I have specifically for him.

“I said I was.” I respond, lifting my own cup, I swirl the liquid around and take a small sip.

“You don’t have to.”

“Do you want me to?”

John puts the cigarette out, leaving it in the ash. “Only if you want to.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You’re… useful to me. But I don’t want to uproot your life.”

“I have no other life. Do you want me to go?” I’m shifting closer as I speak, John watches me careful, like I’m about to lunge at him.

“None at all?” He almost teases me, I watch his lips form the words, he tilts his shoulders towards me, leaning in.

I’m not going to engage, he tilts his chin up, like he’s going to kiss me, but I know John’s games and I turn my head. Quickly cutting him off to take a long drag.

John wants to roll his eyes, snaking a hand past me to take the short stick from my hands. He takes an equally long drag, burning through the rest of the cigarette before casting it out with his first.

“I want you to come,” he tells me. He says it like I’m holding a gun to his head, but his body is open, pulling me in slightly. I have to tilt my head up to him.

“Then I’m there,” I almost whisper it. He bites his lip for a moment, pats his blazer for his smokes and fills the gap between us. It’s sweet, one careful kiss. I capture it, silently allowing him to continue. He has his stance open, on either side of my chair. He leans in closer, sliding his hands around my hips and pulling me to the edge. I moan against his lips, he we taste the same almost, the same brand of cigarette. He pulls away and leans back, licking my saliva off his lower lip.

“This is your obligatory one minute to reconsider.”

“Reconsider?”

“To reconsider being with me. You have 45 seconds.”

I reach out and wrap my fingers around his tie, pulling him back closer to kiss him again. He stops the count, swallowing me up hold. He pulls me over into his lap and stands, holding me up against his waist.

I’m straddled up against his cock, which poked at me through his loose slacks. He fumbled to my room, forgetting which door it is at first, setting me up on my dresser when we were there. He bites at my neck, sinking his teeth in hard enough for it to hurt. I hiss, going to shove him away. No matter there I pushed or pulled him, he didn’t budge. John secures his arm he already has around my waist, his other hand reaches into his pocket. He retrieves his smokes and sets them beside us on the dresser. He kisses where he was just attacking me, hand sinking into his pocket to retrieve his lighter. My break is short lived, he runs his nose down my neck and delves into a soft spot there. I choke and stretch away from him, knocking his lighter from his hand on accident.

I hear it bounce around on the ground with a few soft thuds then silence. John follows it with his eyes before they snap back to me. I dont know why it’s so embarrassing, I can feel my face burning and John simply moves on. He presses more pretty kisses to my neck, coaxing me again. I give in easy, wrapping my legs up around him. He moves to kissing me again, going to undo his belt. I groan, reaching out to knock his fingers away and do it myself. My shaky fingers fumble over the black leather, pulling it from the matching black belt loops. I wait to break the kiss once I’m done, blinking up at John through my lashes. He takes over, pulling it completely out and dropping his belt to the floor, he’s completely hard now. His slacks sink down his waist without his belt, his briefs waistline visible and the tip of his cock pressed against the edge, waiting.

He sits back up, running his hands along my thighs and yanking me closer to the edge of the dresser. He forces me to sit back when he undoes my jeans, looming over me and nudging my nose with his.

I push my hands flat against the wood, lifting my hips up and letting him slide them off of me. He sinks down, the flat of his hand running from my outter to my inner thigh slowly, making sure they’re well apart before he’s sliding over my panties. I grip the edge of the dresser, looking down at John for once. One hand curves around my thigh, fingers hooking my underwear and holding them to the side with his ring finger, the rest of his hand flat between my hip bones. He presses there with minimal pressure, wasting no time sliding his tongue right between my folds. He opens his mouth wide, running right from my entrance up to my vulva then a few open mouth kisses, his tongue seeking out my clit and pressing in rough circle. He has his eyes closed until he’s found a rythme, looking up at me and shifting his free hand down, palming himself through his slacks.

It feels way too good, really, I’m trying hard not to wriggle out of his hold in pleasure. I can only grind down and shake, unable to rip my eyes from him. I snake my hand into his short dark hair, pulling at it then fixing it to the side.

John’s tongue slips down, exploring my entrance as his hand finally manages to get his button off and he’s exposed himself. He stroked himself slowly, lustfully, trying to fuck me with his tongue.

I switch between his hand and his face, I’m getting closer. His mouth feels better and better each second, I begin to freeze up, focusing on the sensation. I’m almost smirking, I’ve never thought I’d have John Constantine in this position. Jacking off while I grind against his face.

He sees my smirk and he just can’t help but be an asshole. Slowing his tongue, he licks one more slow strip up me before pulling off, he practically rips my underwear off as he stands back up.

I groan, edging myself back from the dresser and cursing quietly, “getting too cocky there, Hellfire,” he warns me, brandishing my nickname he’s almost called me one before. He goes back to holding my hips, lulling me forward as he drags his cock right up against me. His saliva mixed with my pleasure coats his cock and he groans into my ear, “protection?”

“Already casted,” he nods.

He runs his hands up my hips and finally slips my top off, letting it fall with his other clothes beside us in the pile. He undoes a few of his shirt buttons quickly, pulling it off over his head when he’s had enough.

John assumes position. “Hold my shoulders,” he commands, bringing his hips back, one hand adjusting himself and the other holding my side. He presses the tip in carefully, my body rejects him. It aches, I tighten my hold around his shoulders, encircling him closer to me. “Fuck, relax,” he tells me to like it’s easy. I inhale stiff and sharp and he runs his hand around me to my back, “breathe,” he tries again, speaks slower. I do, inhaling again slowly. He’s pushing into me on my exhale, carefully, steady. We both make a noise when he’s, passed the hardest part for me. John is hungry, running his hand up to cup my breast, he sinks his hips into me further.

I lean back on one hand, supporting most of our weight, my other arm is still encased around John. I can’t go anywhere as he fills me up, pushing him away only makes him smile. He gets halfway in before he snaps up into me. His name falls past my lips, not given a moment to regain my composure before he’s fucking me. Quick and rough, his body makes a slapping sound every time we meet.

He groans over me, following the curve of my open mouth with his brown eyes. His pupils blown, he grabs at my neck, encasing his large hand around it and holding me still.

He’s gripping me just rough enough to steady me but I can still breathe. My gasps are raspy against his palm, the pain is all pleasure. I gaze at him through my eyelids, going weak against his grasp on me. I paw at him with my free hand, running the line of his collarbone and trying not to let my eyes shut.

John yanks me forward, my useless hand coming up quickly to his wrist as the rest of my body sits up in order. He speeds up his thrusts, holding me by my neck right up his face. He’s so focused in, there’s not a thought behind those dark eyes besides need.

I let my sticky forehead press against this, eyes eyes dip down, not realizing how hard he’d started choking me. He loosens his grip but only moves his hand when his hips have slowed, scooping me back up while he’s still pressed inside of me. I wrap both arms around him around, barely assisting him in the transition from my dresser to my low bed.

He gets on his knees, falling out of me as he sets me back on the bed. I fall back doll, letting my arms rest above my head as I lift my hips and stretch out. He runs his hand over himself a few times, trying to really take in his view before crawling back up to hover above me. He pushes my legs apart with one hand, still touching himself as he leans over, pressing an open mouth kiss to the soft spot of my thigh. The niceties never last long. Next he’s biting me again, holding my leg down when I immediately begin my escape.

“So pretty,” he hums, running his nose up my leg, licking my hip bone and adjusting himself to press against my entrance. It’s easier for him to slide into me in this position, he grabs my arm when I go to block my blush.

He eases slowly, shuffling to find the best position where he has at least one free hand. He runs it down my side, squeezing my hip and bringing me closer. With his thumb he presses more slow circles against my clit, I lay still and lazy, following his slow motions with my hips as encouragement.

“Am I being good?” I prompt him, my voice scratchy from him grip before. I say it quiet, unsure if he even heard me. But John most certainly did, unconsciously picking up speed.

“That’s what you want?” He snaps up in me, moving his thumb over me with a matching thrust. My hips jut out, trying to push my legs apart further. The same tingling heat building up inside of my groin.

I only kinda nod, too close to be embarrassed. I ghost over the tattoos on his forearm and grip his upper, pleading with him with my eyes. “You’re being so fucking good,” he murmurs, coaxing my orgasm with every thrust, “letting me use you.”

“John,” I whimper his name, trying to get him to keep talking and attempting to drag him closer. He’s getting closer, not daring move from where he is now he’ll spill. His arm is shaky, flexing under my grip. He is losing his breath, mouth ajar.

He sucks in quickly, “fuck, you can cum, baby,” he says it in a growl, edging himself as I spill. My body grips around him and his head falls slack against my shoulder, he bites into the skin there but I don’t even register it past the pleasure that’s hits me.

It rings out through my whole body, John slows, sloppy thrusts as he continues to use me. When I’m settling he pulls out, letting out a delicious moan and cumming. Warm spurts all over my bare stomach, I hum in delight, running my fingers to scoop some up and lick them clean.

John sits up slowly, huffing as he pushes his sweaty hair back. “Fuck, Hellfire,” he mumbles, climbing off the bed to grab his smokes and lighter. I’d knocked it off halfway beneath the dresser. He lights one up swiftly, how he’s done it a thousand times before, and grabs a random shirt off my floor. I don’t protest, it’s dirty anyways. I steal the cigarette from his lips as he wipes me clean.

[luvanniiee]

Chill and Unwind .

non-idol!felix x gn/afab reader

synopsis : you come home from a hard day of work , feeling overwhelmed by everything , your bf felix helps you relax and forget about everything thats troubling you .

warnings : smut mdni , established relationship , sub!reader , softdom!felix , unprotected sex (wrap it or it falls off) , sensual massaging , reader has a vagina , oral (f & m receiving) , cunnilingus , oils , vanilla sex , everything is soft here , breeding , multiple orgasms , overstimulation , slight edging , pet names like baby , princess and things like that. lmk if i missed anything:)

a/n : hii its annie here and uh this is my first story on this app , so be nice ! also i got this inspo from a porn vid 💀 . dont ask , anyways enjoy !! lowercase intended

wrd cnt : 200 +

story under cut !! ;)

9:23 pm

youre driving home from work , tired as usual . the boss always gives you a hard time . what do you expect when theres a deadline coming up ? but today , he was a little rougher this time . he was so pushy . do this y/n , he would say , or get this done , he would add . it was too much. everyone moving around fast , it made you feel overwhelmed . you just couldnt wait until you were home with your loving boyfriend .

and now youre pulling in the driveway to the house you shared with him . lee felix , he sure was a catch . hes so beautiful in all aspects , sometimes you would dread bringing him along to the stores , people would stare a little too hard at him sometimes . it made you feel proud that you were the only one lucky enough to be with him . but it also made you feel jealous because of those men and women eye fucking whats yours .

hey baby , someone said snapping you out of your thoughts . you hadnt even realized you walked in the house . oh ! hey felix , you said . you set your keys down and gave him a hug and kiss . you must not have realized that you were almost clinging on to him . when he tried to back up , you would only hold him closer . hard day baby ? he said . yeah , my boss was being a cunt again, rushing everyone for a stupid deadline .

oh , my poor baby . im glad i ran your bath , go on and get in it baby , and when you get out , daddy will give you a nice massage to help you chill and relax , okay ? he said . you nodded and went upstairs to take that bath .

11:14 pm

you’ve finished your shower and felix was sitting on the bed waiting for you . you smiled at him softly and made your way over to the bed . since you were only in your towel , felix took it off of you and laid you face down on the bed . ready? he asked . you nodded , and felix got up , grabbed the vanilla scented oil and poured it into his hand .

he rubbed his hands together and laid them on your skin . you shivered at the contrast of his warm hands vs the cold air , forming goosebumps on your skin . feel alright princess ? he asked before he massaged you . you hummed in agreement . and he started his massage .

you felt his hands moving down your lower back , towards your ass . the way his hands gently gripped and soothed your muscles really turned you on . do you like it honey ? he asked . yes felix , your hands feel nice . you say lifting your head to speak . he chuckled lightly at your response . and you smiled to yourself .

11:35 pm

felix has you on your back now , so youre facing him . his lips are on yours , kissing you passionately , lovingly , making you forget about everything that worried you . you felt safe in this moment , you felt vulnerable being naked in front of him . his hands massage your boobs , while kissing you . you grind your hips upwards to ease the tension you felt down there . you needed friction , he was more than willing to give it to you . but he wanted to take his time .

as his hands traveled down your body , his mouth traveled down as well . kissing and sucking on each nipple . taking his time to appreciate you . his efforts to make you feel better made you really hot . as his hands travel from your stomach to your lower body , he stops just above your pussy . not touching it , but enough to make you need him more . i know you need me here , your love juice is coming out a lot . he said. i wont keep you waiting my love , i know you want me to make you feel good . he added.

so he took two fingers , and slowly played with your clit . it wasnt much , but it was enough to make you whine for more . please felix i need it so bad . you said . he gave you what you wanted by speeding up . he took his thumb and circled your clit with it while his middle and pointer fingers were deep inside you . aw fuck d..daddy it feels s’good . you moaned out . that only fueled his desire for you . so he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth .

the feeling of his mouth gently sucking on your clit , was too much for you . in a matter of seconds , felix had you moaning and panting as you released . your eyes rolling back , and back lifting up off the bed . the more you were coming down , the more you realized that felix was still sucking at your clit . the overstimulation quick to set in . s . stop i already came . you moaned as you tried to push him away . he got up and took his fingers out slowly . he brought them to his mouth and sucked on them . moaning at the flavor .

he looked at you , with his fingers still in his mouth , and fingers wet with your cum and his spit . he took his fingers from his mouth and kissed you on your lips . you moaned at both the flavor and the fact that his boner was pushing against your sensitive clit . he grinded himself into you , seeking a slight relief from how hard he was .

baby , can you help daddy out ? he asked . he sounded a bit needy , so you couldnt keep him waiting . he leaned back on his knees and you sat forward . you wasted no time taking his pants off , revealing his erection . it slapped against his lower abdomen , causing a slight noise . he moaned as you took him in your hand . his precum leaking out from his tip . you gave him kitten licks causing him to whine . stop teasing me baby , put it in your mouth now . he groaned . you obeyed him .

thinking about the times where you teased too much and he ended up punishing you , you took him in your mouth as soon as he finished his sentence . his hips stuttered due to his sensitivity , as you were sliding him down your throat , he grabbed some of your hair and pushed himself more in your mouth . you gagged because of his size and how far he was down your throat . it sent pleasure waves down to your pussy making you drip on the bed . although you were still a little sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you , you wouldnt mind going again .

fuck y/n … you..youre mouth is s’good . he moaned . his moans always turned you on . you subconsciously moaned , making him thrust his hips forward , pushing himself down your throat even more . fuck stop … stop i dont want to cum yet . he groaned forcing himself out of your mouth . with a pop , his dick was out of your mouth . you caught your breath and wiped your mouth clean from the spit .

he kissed you and laid you back down . he spread your legs and put them on both sides of him. he looked at you , desperation , lust , love , need in his eyes . you gave him a nod and with that , he slowly pushed himself into you . both of you moaned at the stretch . although you guys have had sex before , you werent quite used to him yet .

he pushed himself all the way until your pubic areas were meeting . he sat there for a few minutes , letting you adjust to him . and also keeping himself from ending it all by cumming . move now daddy , you moaned as you grind your hips into him . okay baby . was all he said before thrusting slowly into .

his size was so incredible , always making you feel full of him . you whined as he kept pushing himself deep and slowly into you . i..ah…i want more daddy please . you begged him , you wanted him to speed up , which is what he did . he fucked himself into . both of you moaning loud . it was almost like a competition of who can moan loudest . mmgh fuck…fuck me babe , so tight an..nngh..and good for me . he moaned out , the last part coming out as a whisper .

his praise compared to how deeply and fast he was fucking you , had your head spinning . you felt yourself getting closer and closer each snap of his hips . fel…fuck daddy im gonna cum ! you moaned loudly . he brought his hand down to rub your clit , pushing you over your limit . you came with a loud cry of his name . fuck felix ! you screamed. he slowed down enough to help you through your orgasm .

soon as your breathing slowed , he sped back up . chasing his own high . you could tell he was close . his breathing was uneven , his eyes closed tightly , biting his lip , his hips sloppily thrusting into you . fuck fuck fuck y/n i… aw fuck im cumming i..m cu… he came with a loud moan of your name . he stills his hips and releases his cum into .

as if his cock wasnt filling enough , his cum filled the tiny space his cock wasnt touching . he shakes with each sharp thrust , gasping as each rope of cum shoots out . his eyes roll back and his head falls back . then his head falls forward looking at the mess hes made . he slowly pulls himself out , and watches as some of his cum leaks out .

he pushes it back in you , not wanting to waste it . you twitch a little from the aftershocks , and he looks up and smiles at you . let me clean you up , and then we can talk more about that day you had . he spoke up . how could anyone have energy after that ?

he drew the bath , and yall cleaned up . as soon as you hit the bed , your eyes start to close . now about that day … he said but then realized that you had fallen asleep . he kissed your cheek and turned off the light .

i hope that you guys enjoyed this ! i hope it was good for the first time ! ill be making more soo put in some recs !!

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[kennysboxergf]

Niko nsfw alphabet pls

Alphabet ~ Niko Omilana

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Niko LOVES kisses. He would clean you up (doesn’t like the mess) and then kisses and kisses. He doesn’t seem like one to tire off and fall asleep so he would probably talk to you about anything in the dark, twirling your hair around his finger as he presses gentle kisses to your face.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Niko loves his hands. He loves how large they are because of his height. He grabs onto anything and everything he can on you with them. 

He loves your boobs. Obviously. He strikes me as a very tit person. He also probably loves your hair, loves twirling it, feeling it, pulling it, you name it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves to see his cum on (and in) you but hates the feeling of it after he’s come down from the post sex drive so he’ll stumble around trying to find anything to clean it up.

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

He’s quite submissive when it comes to it. He loves when you’re on top telling him what to do. He’s also probably quite an exhibitionist. Doing it in risky places where people could find you and kick you out probably turns him on more. (I get this from all the prank videos. How does he have the courage to do all that?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

He probably has had a few partners before so he’s not inexperienced but he still likes discovering new things that are specific only to you.

F = Favorite position 

Cowgirl. Omggg he loves to see the way he’s pleasing you. You face twisted in pleasure and your tits bouncing in front of him? GET HIM IN THERE.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

Goofy as fuck, r u kidding me? He’s cracking jokes as he’s entering you and at some points you want to just kick him out and sort yourself out but then he laughs, apologises and then fucks you good so it’s all good right.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

It’s clean but it’s not silky smooth down there. Pretty well manscaped but there is still hair. He takes care of himself, girl it’s alright.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Niko is very intimate, always trying to be right next to you, whispering affirmations into your ears (or you whispering them into his). His full attention is on you making air eyes touching all the right places and that you’re having fun. 

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He would text you telling you how much he needs you. It would be up to you if you wanted to send him any material for his activities but whenever he would jerk off he would be thinking of you. Imagining it was your hand on his cock, imagining that you were there whispering sweet nothings to you. 

He would probably also be moaning really loud especially if he knows he’s alone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE. My man loves being affirmed and loves affirming you too. Always a little “you’re doing so good” or a “oh my god that feels heavenly” or just an especially loud moan from you when he does something different is enough to get him going even harder.

He would probably also be into a little orgasm denial (to you or to himself) he loves waiting when he knows it’s going to be even better when he finally gets to cum. He also loves seeing how desperate you get when you don’t get to cum, he loves that he drives you to that point.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

This man would start going at it anywhere, bathrooms, cars but he does like the comfort of his own room (or yours) where he knows where everything is. He would probably also do it in the other boy’s rooms (with your consent) to fuck witth them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Give him a wink and trail your finger up his arm, he would be very easily turned on. Bend over in front of him once and suddenly you’re fucking in the kitchen. He truly is attracted to you.

Especially when you lay a hand on his thigh (maybe trail up higher a little), he is SENSITIVE so he would abandon everything if you did that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

I think he’s pretty game for anything but he doesn’t strike me as a big degrading guy. He would get to call you, someone he adores in every space, anything bad so I think he would stay away from that.

Unless it’s something you really want, then he might experiment with it after (thoroughly) understanding what you gain from it. Like I said he’s pretty game.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Man loves both, he loves to eat you out knowing how much he’s pleasing you, not caring how much he can breathe. He keeps going after you’ve cum because he loves the taste of you so much.

He lives it when you’re down there too, your lips on his cock, licking at his tip and veins? He would be in shambles.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He would start off slow and then build up to a ravenous pace as the tension in the room builds. Fast and rough for most of the night but he makes sure not to hurt you.

Sometimes though he’s down and he just wants to love you so he’s slow and sensual, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you as he slowly thrusts into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Quickies are an option and you two do have quickies very often in bar bathrooms and cars but he likes taking care of you after so it’s not preferred. It does happen a lot but doesn’t mean it’s preferred. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

As long as it isn’t affecting no one physically (like no condoms), he loves risks. He wants to know all the ways to please you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He is definitely never fucking satisfied. The two of you have just finished and he’s lying there on the bed panting and he turns his head to look at you and has the audacity to say “round two” to your face. You do end up having another round but this man does not rest.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

It’s a meh on the toys. You have some but they rarely come out and they’re mostly for him because he doesn’t think he needs any to please you. (And the toys are probably only like rings so he can contain himself)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you but you’re nothing less than him. The two of you make it a game to rile each other up and he's very easily worked up. But he does love to tease, making you whine and moan in need before he indulges you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Just like he is around friends he’s very loud in bed. Moaning like you don’t even have neighbours. He doesn’t contain any sounds, he would whimper and whine into your ears. You have definitely gotten a few complaints over the course of your relationship but he responds with just getting louder the next night.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves the foreplay of when you two are just grinding on each other. He loves how it kind of stretches it out so he can enjoy every second of it with you.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

My man is packing with a capital P. I’d say 7-9 inches? Nothing fucking crazy (I once did see someone say 12 inches in this spot and I genuinely 😨) but he is long. Not very thick but he can work with the length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Niko’s sex drive is really high. He wants you all the time. It is crazy. And as soon as you give him the slightest of signals that you’re up for it too he jumps on the opportunity.

Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very. He loves to go for multiple rounds. But after he’s mostly satisfied he still lays awake for a while talking to you so he does take some time to doze off.

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There it is! Not sure if I’m confident on all of these but it’s here. I loved doing this so please request more with other members and maybe the sfw one? (Please this is turning into the horniest place ever with all these smut requests 😭)

anyways as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

[crow-writer]

Riz Ariza - Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) Apart from your body (which he is absolutely crazy for, especially your butt) Riz would love when you'd get sassy with him. You wouldn't actually be mean or disrespectful, but you have this wit about you, when you two are bantering that makes his knees weak. He loves it.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Riz would probably not be that much of a family man. He does like children, but he sees himself more fitting for the 'coole uncle' role than actually being a dad.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) He loves to cuddle and is really into physical touch in general, though it usually doesn't stop at innocent cuddling. His hands got a mind of their own.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?) At club parties he likes to show you off and rarely leaves you side, but those evening aren't really what he considers dates. His favourite type of date is spending the evening at home with you, ordering some food together. It's a well-needed distraction from everything going on with the club.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) Riz has a lot of different pet names for you and probably uses them depending on his mood. When he's feeling cheeky he'd mostly call you something like azúcar (sugar). Other times it would be sweet names like mi amor or mi dulce (my sweet).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) So this could go two ways, depending on your character: Either the two of you would be this couple that practically got married after like two dates OR the two of you would tiptoe around each other for ages and drive everyone insane because the only two people not noticing how into each other you are, would be the two of you. It would be one of those two, there's not really an inbetween.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) Riz is gentle with you in the way, that he'd always put your feelings first. He would never want to make you feel jealous or insecure and to reassure you and give you the feeling of security would always be a priority for him.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) He isn't that much into holding hands. usually his arm would be around your shoulders or on your back.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) His first impression of you would be that you seem to radiate sunshine. He'd hear you laugh as you'd joke around with Letty or Chucky and it would practically light up the whole room. That night he would try to remember the sound of your laugh when he'd try to fall asleep.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) SO JEALOUS. He hates this about himself but when it comes to you he seems to lose his mind just at the thought of another guy hitting on you.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) Riz is so passionate and this was already noticeable in your first kiss. He came back from a long run, shit went south with another MC and everything he could possibly think about was how he was so fucking tired of not being able to show you how he felt. So when they came back he walked straight up to you, his breaths heavy from beim nervous but he would look into your eyes and cup your face with both hands and just kiss you in front of everyone. He just couldn't take it one second longer.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?) You probably did. He wouldn't want to say it too early, because he was scared of pressuring you with the words. However once you said it, he would not shut up about it and tell you day and night.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) One of his happiest memories was when the two of you weren't even together yet. It was a super warm day, even for Santo Padre and you were unloading the car at the yard when he arrived. He offered to help you and the way you smiled at him and thanked him made him feel some kind of pride that he still remembers very well.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) Sometimes money can get a bit tight, but he still finds ways to spoil you with little gifts like your favourite snacks. For birthdays or christmas he likes to go all out and make you feel like a queen. He will get a bunch of different gifts for those occasions.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) When you two first met, you wore a light blue sundress and whenever he sees a colour close to that, he can't help but think of that day.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) As said in letter E it would vary depending on his mood.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) He hates texting. Yes it's practical now and then but he would much rather give you a quick call, hear your voice and talk to you than sending you messages throughout the day.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) If he had the day off on a rainy day he would try to get you to stay in bed as long as possible. Sometimes it would be around noon before the two of you made it out of bed. Those days would be all cuddles, maybe a bath together and another nap in the afternoon.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves up?) When Riz is sad he would probably turn into this brooding mess, sort of trying to think things through but actually ending up feeling worse in the process. You would usually notice it pretty quickly when he was in this kind of mood and talking things out together would usually do the trick.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Riz usually doesn't like talking too much about his past or his childhood or stuff like that. He does really enjoy talking about every day life with you and tells you as much of his day and whats going on with the club as he can, without putting you or the MC at risk. It makes him feel connected to you and it shows you that he trusts you. He loves hearing about your day, he enjoys when you update him on the news about workplace drama and stuff like that. Other than that you two talk about your favourite shows or movies and sometimes when he's in the mood, he really likes to talk about what plans the two of you might have for the future.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) Even though he loves cozy days at home with you, he is most relaxed when you're at the clubhouse or everyone's at your house. He feels relaxed when he doesn't feel pulled between life with you and his club. So having you by his side while he is also around his brothers makes him feel at peace.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) He knows you love his hair and you know damn well that he also loves his hair. He takes quite a bit of pride in it and loves it when you stroke through it with you fingers while sitting in his lap.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) Once the two of you were offically together it wouldn't take Riz long to propose. He didn't want to rush things and make you feel pressured, but for him the decision was pretty easy. He would propose at the clubhouse in front of everyone with a sapphire ring that he got pretty soon after you two became official.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) "Hotel California" by The Eagles. It's the song that played on the radio when he first met you and even though he always liked that song, now it was kind of linked to you.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) before you two met Riz didn't really care about marriages and stuff like that. It felt as if those things were for 'normal' people with 'normal' lifes and it didn't really fit with the kind of life he was living with the club. Once he met you though, the thought crossed his mind more often than he liked to admit, even before the two of you were together.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) Riz would like a cat (yes, they both have pretty hair) because they really have their own minds and live on their own terms. Your cat would sometimes disappear for a day to do god knows what and then come back home and demand scratches and snacks. He'd admire that kind of attitude.

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — — 

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

[cosmiles]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

➢ mha characters as american high school stereotypes

note: this literally makes me laugh every time i read it and i lowkey want to do a part 2

characters: midoriya, mina, denki, yaoyorozu, monoma

content: crack, no ships,

words: 0.6k

I. MIDORIYA — The Summer Glow Up

- ik he spent his freshman and sophomore yr being labeled as a simp even though he was just tryna be nice

- some girls in his class were screaming and hollering about how they had a boyfriend when all he asked was if they needed a pencil

- but whew that sophomore to junior yr summer did him right, giving him a few more inches and a nice deep voice

- when he came in everyone thought he was a new student until he said, “Here”, when his name was called

- now everybody and they momma be lowkey flirting with him

- got people asking him for rides home left n right and has about a million candy grams on valentines day

- poor man doesn’t know how to handle all this new attention since he still feels like the same ‘ole deku from last year :(

M. ASHIDO — The Camerawoman

- yk that person who lowkey gets the perfect shots during a fight?

- yea that’s her

- she’s always looking for fights to record and keeps a schedule of when they’re supposed to happen

- like you’ll see in her school planner “FIGHT @ 1 NEAR FIRST FLOOR BATHROOM” right next to her history hw

- lowkey almost gets suspended one day for "instigating" but gets out of it

- eventually gets tired of having to send everyone the fight and makes an insta page with denki

D. KAMINARI — Runner of the School’s Instagram(s)

- never sleep, fight, or tell him drama

- cause it’s gon on one of them insta pages

- it started with just making a sleep page and then spread like a wildfire

- got so popular he moved on to the drama and eventual fight page that he co-runs with mina

- it got so bad that people were scared to sleep in class and fights were more frequent

- the school can't do too much about it since no one’s snitched on him yet ;)

M. YAOYOROZU — The Nice "It Girl"

- basically the smarter version of cher from clueless

- minus the terrible driving and falling in love with her stepbrother

- always smells so good and will lend you anything you ever need

- just give it back to her or she will hunt you down

- takes the prettiest notes and is the first one to have her hand raised in every class

- the president of student council for all four years

- everyone knows her but she has a small circle of friends

- don’t take her kindness for granted though or you’ll get a lot of nasty stares in the hallway

N. MONOMA — The Devil’s Advocate

- def that guy that you see across the hallway that you think is pretty

- until he opens his mouth and you realize that he has a pretty punchable face

- always starts his sentences off with, “I don't mean to be that person but…” and then goes on to say some mess

- don’t expect him to help you with anything during a group project

- but if he does, you both are gonna end up fighting more than completing the project

- always has a smirk on his face and will start arguments just because he thinks its funny

- the teachers love him yet hate him

- on one hand, he gets the class to engage in discussions, but on the other do they really want to spend their prep period dragging another student off of him?

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

➢ taglist: 🫧

@megurulvr

[harrisonfordshairfollicle]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

hes pretty tender, he really enjoys cuddling afterwards but he falls asleep very quickly

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part is definitely his dick. hes so egotistical about it its insane

his favorite body part on you is every single one, he just can never get enough of you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he is absolutely insane when it comes to cum. he doesnt care if it gets anywhere just as long as he gets to claim youwith it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he secretly enjoys being dominated and hes a power bottom on the rare occasion he bottoms

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hes insanely experienced. he knows just the right positions, angles, and positions to make you cum. its his specialty

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy, cowgirl, and missionary

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

most of the time hes pretty down to business, but theres always those moments where he giggles

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

hes not shaved, he trims occasionally but never shaves or waxes. its too much work. and plus he likes his bush

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can be very sweet and intimate. rose petals, candles, the whole shabang. hes not that much of a scoundrel

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

lowkey though hes wanking constantly when he doesnt have a girl

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

daddy kink fs

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

everywhere that man is an ANIMAL

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

lovebites and neck kisses, he loves being marked up by you. he also likes his hair played with

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

pee, or anything that you wouldnt want to do

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

han likes receiving but he ENJOYS giving. hes so disgustingly good at it. his face will be COVERED in your slick. hes like a kitten drinking milk

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

hes usually pretty fast. he likes being rough and fast. but if hes sleepy and tired but wants to get it on hes slow and sweet

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he LOVES quickies, especially in public places. he loves the risk of possibly getting caught

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

as mentioned above, possibly getting caught

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for a couple of rounds, he has insane stamina and could honestly probably go for a couple of hours

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he actually doesnt mind toys every once in a while, if hes bottoming youre gonna get the strap-on out. he enjoys anal beads and buttplugs too. he doesnt mind a little vibrator action

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he LOVES to tease. he loves pushing you to the edge and then stop. he loves your little whines and squirms

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

hes really loud. he doesnt care if other people hear him, sex is natural so why should he be ashamed?

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hes bisexual

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8.5", girthy, cut, veiny, hes got a bush going on

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

stupid high. youd think that hes going through puberty or something but no. hes a sex god

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can last 15-20 minutes before falling asleep after a few rounds

[gojocumdumpster]

You got any nsfw Erwin Smith headcanons? THAT MAN DRIVES ME CRAZY

Yes ma’am I do.

Type of story:🌹🔥

Afab reader

Warnings: Nsfw, cum, mentions of toys, dicks,ect

If you don’t know what they mean please search it up i’m so tired rn😭

I don’t know how to do headcannons like that so ima do a alphabet if that’s fine!

A-aftercare: 100/10 He will probably need to rest a little bit before he gets what you need because your gonna need something with how hard he pounded you

B- bodypart: His favorite body part might be his legs or arms one of those 2 and for you would be your thighs, the way they expand whenever you sit and when you suffocate him while he’s going to town between your legs

C- Cum: I feel like his cum is thicker a lot of people say it’s on the thinner side but he really gives off the thicker side. He like to see you swallowing it especially when you stick your tongue out and.

D- Dirty secret: He always wanted to fuck you on his desk or in levi’s room…😭

E- Experience: 8.9/10, in his teen years i’ll tell you this…he was a whore. But not as much now because he has to much on his plate and plus he was reckless as a teen.

F- Favorite position: Probably missionary to grip your thighs or riding.

G- Goofy: Not really, he really takes it seriously yours and his pleasure.

H- Hairy: I would say he’s shaven but not fully bald, like he leaves a little hair behind but it’s every blue moon he’ll go bald.

I- Intimacy: Same thing for Goofy, but if your bratty or just being disrespectful it’s the opposite.

J- Jerk off: Befote he got with you it would be like every 2 weeks.

K- Kinks: I can only think of Bdsm,daddy kink, school girl..😭

L- Location: His desk, or levi’s room.

M- Motivation: Something that has to do with your thighs like them expanding when you sit, you being bratty and others like that.

N- No: Pegging,piss,shat..

O- Oral: Giver, the debate is over. (and recevier to..)

P- Pace: And again like intimacy depends on your mood and his but its a steady medium pace just enough to get to cum.

Q- Quickie: Sometimes, if he's on his break and he needs to let go some stress.

R- Risk: He'll do it in Levi's office, that's enough to explain it all.

S- Stamina: You see what this man does on a daily bases? Not even getting paid. At least 2-5 hours..

T- Toys: He has a vibrator for you, belts, gags, cuffs lots of things.

U- Unfair: Only if your acting bratty, or not. AllI gotta say is you'll either be begging to cum or begging for him to stop.

V- Volume: Lots of groans, and fast breathing and moans when he's close.

W- Wild card: Want's to do it in a empty alley way..

X- X-ray: 7inches, thicker side with veins and tanish-pinkish tip.

Y- Yearning: Like 8.9\10 he can wait but not for to long before he pounces on you.

Z- Zzz: Waits a couple minutes then falls asleep yk yk yk.?!??!

[jaegersmae]

Stargazing - Eren Jaeger

Chapter One: Here Comes the Sun

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Series Summary: After you get dragged to a concert following a crazy night of events you somehow end up becoming the new photographer for an upcoming band, where you end up reconnecting with an old friend Eren Jaeger, and are welcomed into the band's inner circle.

Chapter Summary: After a strange encounter with two strangers you're dragged to a concert and are strangely reconnected with old friends.

After snoozing your alarm for the past hour you finally wake up to the loud sound of your door being slammed open and the voice of someone you know all too well.

"Wake up already! I'm so tired of hearing your alarms go off." Historia screams to you as she paces down to the side of your bed to your blackout curtains. "No wonder you're still sleeping, these curtains never let in any light." Just as you were about to scream at her to not open the blinds she swiftly opened both curtains in one action allowing the light to seep in throughout the room.

"Was that really necessary, Hisu?" you say as you reach over to one of your pillows to cover your face from the blinding morning light.

"It was the only way that would have woken you up in time for your photoshoot."

Just as those words left Historia's mouth you rapidly reached for your phone checking the time in a panic. "Fuck, fuck I'm gonna be so late," you shouted rushing out of bed and scattering across your room to try and get ready in less than 10 minutes. "Thanks, Hisu I completely forgot I had that shoot scheduled today."

"Yeah no problem, I kinda figured that's why I came in to make sure you were up. If you want I can drive you. I don’t have to go into work till later today and then I have to get ready for tonight. Will you be ready on time?"

"Tonight? What's going on tonight?" You're rummaging through your closet looking for the jean skirt you planned on wearing the night before. "There's no way you forgot." She laughed walking to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee ready for you when you walk out.

"Shit. I forgot the concert was tonight. I still haven’t fully agreed to go along with you!" You shouted while doing the finishing touches of your appearance. You decided to wear a denim mini skirt, a white lace tank top, Doc Marten leather platforms, rings scattered across your fingers, and the dragonfly necklaces you've had longer than you can remember.

While walking down the hall to leave the apartment you were struggling to put your earring in without the help of a mirror. The apartment Historia and you share is a penthouse in West Village that Historia's dad pays for, for the both of you. It was always spotless and well-decorated due to Historia's love for interior design.

"Here's your coffee with milk just like how you like it!" she said with the sweetest smile. "Thank you so much babe, what would I do without you!" Historia put her finger to her cheek as if she was thinking very hard about what you had just asked her. "Hmm probably living on the street begging for money on the side of some random gas station."

You spit out what was in your mouth laughing from the lack of sarcasm in her voice. "You are so lucky you didn't get any coffee on our clothes!" She exclaimed while reaching for paper towels to clean up the mess you made.

"You're not wrong though, I probably would've resorted to living in my car after we graduated!" And she really wasn't wrong. Historia has been your best friend since the first day of college. You both got assigned to be roommates during your freshman year at NYU and you both have been inseparable ever since. You wish you couldn't remember your life before meeting Historia. She's the most amazing person you know which is surprising for most people to hear considering how rich and spoiled she is. Her dad is the CEO of a law firm in the city and has a hard time saying no to any of his daughters' requests. Despite being more than well off she's one of the most humble and down-to-earth people you've ever met.

"Anyways, you said you were gonna drive me?" You say to her blinking your lashes and with the sweetest smile she can't refuse. "Yes, yes let's get going." She said reaching for her purse and coat. "Yay! I love you so much!"

You ran toward the front door where you always kept your camera bag and equipment. You have always loved photography and cameras, even when you were a little girl you would always be running around with a mini camera in hand. You loved the idea of being able to make a moment last forever through pictures so much so that you decided to try and make a career out of it.

As you're gathering your stuff you throw on a cardigan from the coat hanger and walk out the door. Historia shouts from halfway down the hall, "Race you down!" 

"Hey, that's not fair!" You sprint down the hall hoping to catch the elevator in time before it closes with Hisu on the other side of the door. Thankfully you were able to slip your foot in the elevator while it was closing forcing the door to open for you. 

Out of breath and already sweating due to that being the most physically active thing you’ve done all month. "I can't with you sometimes." She had the most guilty face and burst out laughing from seeing how out of breath you were. "Let's get you to your shoot already!" 

After making it to the car it took about a minute of driving around before Historia realized she had no idea where she was going. "Wait a second, where am I even supposed to go?"

"Oh yeah! My bad. To Central Park please."

"What was your shoot for anyways?" she said questioning why you would need to be at Central Park so early in the morning. 

"Some lady from the Upper East Side hired me to take pictures of her dog for its first birthday." You said while going through your gear on your lap to double-check that you had everything you needed for today.

She glanced over to you "Wait you're taking pictures of a dog?" She let out a laugh not believing what you were saying.

"Yeah..."

"Y/n! You literally have a college degree, you can do so much better."

"Okay well, I didn't expect the need for photographers to be so low. At least it's something!" defending yourself because in reality after you graduated in May this is the second time you've been hired for something in five months. The first was taking pictures of different types of fertilizer for a flower shop. "Plus you know how these Upper East Side people are, they would waste no expense for these kinds of things!"

"That is true. They love their pets more than their children sometimes. How much are you getting paid for it?" 

"About $200 an hour." Historia nearly drove into another car once those words left your mouth. "All of that for their dog?!" She sounded so shocked at how well you were being paid. You had braced your hand onto the door from the sudden motion of the car swerving to the left, "Hands on the wheel! I would like to not die today!"

"Sorry! That is so much considering this is all for a dog's birthday! Maybe I should've become a photographer instead." Her mouth was still slightly open from the shock of how much you're getting paid and from nearly driving into oncoming traffic. "Trust me you don't. You get paid so much for being a realtor! Plus you already have a handful of clients hiring you and this is only my second job." you said with a little frustration in your voice. You thought by now you would have had dozens of job offers and achieved your dream of working for National Geographic, but life had very different plans for you.

Thankfully from that point on to when you made it to Central Park, there were no more close calls with Historia’s driving. You finally arrived and double-checked the time to ensure you weren't running late. "It's 8:50, 10 minutes early to the shoot. Thank you so much for the ride" you said, getting out of Historia's luxurious vehicle. 

"Are you gonna need a ride back home once you're done?" she questioned while helping you get your bag from the floor where you were previously sitting. "No I'm good, I was just gonna walk back or take the subway. So you have all day to get ready for tonight!"

"You already know I'm going to look my best! I might meet my soulmate tonight so I'm gonna need a good meet cute story to tell our kids." Her pinks flushed pink from the thought.

🎵: [start playing Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles]

You couldn't help but laugh at how adorable she was being, "Have fun with that I'm gonna start going now." You shut her door close as she was getting ready to drive off "I love you let me know if you need anything!" You smiled at her "Love you too!" and off she drove after dropping you off on the south side of the park where the shoot was. Since you still had time to spare you decided to walk a bit slowly to the meeting point by the Gapstow Bridge. 

You begin to admire how beautiful Central Park looks during the changing season. Fall has always been one of your favorite seasons because of the falling leaves and colder weather. As you were walking you pulled out your camera and began to take some pictures of the flora and wildlife surrounding you. As you were walking a few dragonflies began surrounding you as if they were joining you along your walk. You couldn't help but smile and take a few pictures of how beautiful they were.

As you made your way closer to the bridge you saw a woman holding balloons who looked to be in her 30s standing under a tree, next to her was the cutest dog sitting looking up at the trees. You assumed this was the person you would be shooting for and approached her with a warm smile.

"Hi, I'm Y/n! Are you Mrs. Waldorf?"

"Yes, I am. And you're late." She said coldly. You reached for your phone to realize the time was now 9:01. You cursed yourself out in your head for deciding to take your sweet ass time in walking over here. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize how much time had passed when I was walking over here," you said in defense.

"Yeah, whatever, let's just get started. I had the idea of just having him be in nature, maybe surrounded by leaves or running around." She continued saying ideas but you couldn't help but get distracted because her dog began biting his own foot. "So did you get all that?" she said while crossing her arms, which sent chills down your spine. "Yes I did!" you lied. You kneeled down to get level with the dog, which was a very fluffy long-haired golden retriever. You reached for his collar to see the name tag with the name Prince engraved into it. "Nice to meet you!" you said, causing Prince to immediately perk up and start wagging his tail like crazy.

"Okay let's get started" You began setting everything up by placing a picnic blanket over some fallen leaves with the balloons that spelled Prince in the back. Can't forget the most important part which is a cute little birthday hat to place on Prince's head. The rest of the shoot went smoothly, besides the occasional scoffs of Mrs. Waldorf whenever Prince would get distracted by a falling leaf or dragonfly flying by.  You were able to get lots of great shots that satisfied Mrs. Waldorf and by the end of it, three hours had gone by. 

"These pictures came out way better than I would have imagined!" she exclaimed as you were flipping through the pictures on your camera. "Thank you so much! I will edit them and email them to you sometime in the next week." Prince was still running around, even after three hours of being posed he did not have any less bit energy. "Sounds perfect. I'm gonna have to come back to you next year when he turns two!" You both laughed, said your goodbyes, and went your separate ways. 

You decided to take the long way back and hop on a subway to get back home, but first, you wanted to walk around the park for a bit more. Living in a big city felt suffocating sometimes but walking around Central Park was always an escape for you and reminded you back of home. More people started crowding into the park compared to when you first got here. After walking around a bit you started walking out of the park with the goal of finding a coffee shop for your second cup of coffee for the day. After getting your cup of coffee you decided to sit outside and wait around for a while since the sun was now coming out. The warmth of the sun on you during a cold day always makes you feel better. 

As you were sitting all of a sudden two guys wearing sunglasses and hoods over their heads ran quickly from around the corner down the street and into the coffee shop you were sitting outside of. They looked very frantic and in a panic as if they were looking for a place to hide. Seconds later a third man came from around the corner, who was holding a camera and was looking around the street and into windows. He approached you and asked, "Did you see two tall guys walking around here?" You have no idea what is going on or if something illegal had just taken place but you instinctively pointed in the opposite direction of the coffee shop towards a hotel and said you saw two guys running away into there. The guy with the camera held it higher to his face and walked into the hotel with a smile across his face. 

You didn't understand why you felt the need to lie in order to protect the whereabouts of two strangers. But anyway, you continued scrolling through Pinterest on your phone while enjoying your coffee. The hooded strangers cautiously made their way out of the coffee shop and walked very slowly toward your direction. You were close enough to overhear their conversation with one another. 

"You think he's gone?" said the one wearing a gray hoodie. The other wearing a black hoodie responded "I think so... should we still run away?" You couldn't help but giggle at how ridiculous this whole situation was.

"If you both are talking about the guy with a camera he ran into that hotel," you said while pointing in the same direction. Immediately as you spoke both of the boys jumped and awkwardly stood there looking at each other. "Oh, now I feel like an idiot." chuckled the one wearing a black hoodie. They both started taking off their sunglasses and hoods once they realized the coast was clear. The one wearing black appeared to be around 6'3, had light brown hair cut into a mullet, and a strong build. The other wearing gray looked slightly shorter than the other and had gray short hair. Both of them were very attractive, to say the least. 

The one wearing gray made his way closer to you, picked up your hand, and bowed in front of you while kissing the back of your palm. "Thank you gorgeous, it would not have been fun if that guy had taken a picture of us." 

"Are you guys some kind of criminals?" you responded.

"No we're something better," he smirked while still holding your hand. "Okay that's enough Connie, let's get going before Armin murders us." said the guy with the mullet pulling the other away from you. "Hopefully we meet again gorgeous." They both made their way back down to where they came from leaving you alone sitting outside the coffee shop. You were left partially confused but not against whatever the fuck just happened. 

You eventually made your way back to your apartment and decided to watch La La Land and take a nap for the rest of the day once the movie finished. In the time you were sleeping, Historia came back home from work and was excited for tonight. "How is it possible for you to sleep this much?"  Deja vu. Historia once again woke you up for the second time today. You were still bundled up on the couch and started stretching as you were gaining consciousness. "Why don't you ever let me sleep woman?" 

"Because you're coming to that concert to me..." she said in her sweetest voice to make you feel more inclined to go out with her. "You're coming with me, so get your butt up and start getting ready." 

"Do I have to go with you? I can just sleep in for the rest of the night," you said sitting up on the couch with the blanket wrapped over your head. Historia paused from taking her jewelry off and walked from the hallway she was standing in to in front of you. "Yes!! You have to come with me, c'mon it'll be fun. You can even bring your camera, maybe they'll let you backstage to take pictures and I get to meet the band." 

"Hmm, I can use those pictures in my portfolio," you said, finally contemplating getting up and starting to get ready. "Exactly, so you'll come with me?" she responded smiling hoping for the response she wanted. "Fine, I will. But you're taking me out to breakfast tomorrow," you said exaggerating your second sentence. "It's a deal then!" she said and walked with a bounce in her step back towards her room to get ready. You finally got up with the blanket still wrapped around you, made your way down the hallway and stood in the doorway of Historia's room as she was rummaging through her closet for an outfit for tonight. 

"Who is this band anyways, are they famous?" you question. "They're called The Titans and are kind of new so not a lot of people know about them, but they're music is really good. This is actually their first ever real concert so the venue’s not gonna be the biggest so wear something short so you don't get all sweaty." Hisu said while holding different tops up in the air deciding whether or not she was gonna wear them. "So how did you find out about them?" you said while leaning more into the door frame. "I saw a video of their lead guitarist on Instagram and thought she was hot, so I followed them. But turns out their music is actually good and now we're here. Now enough of the questions and go get ready, we're leaving in an hour to make it there by 8." she said finally finding the perfect outfit. "Okay okay I'm going," you said, finally making your way to your room to get ready as quickly as possible. 

You decided to wear a black mini dress, sheer black tights, your Doc Martens again, a leather jacket for when you're outside, as well as your hair down with your favorite rings and necklaces. You decided to grab your black shoulder bag which was big enough to hide your camera inside of it. You walked out of your room to the sight of Historia ready for tonight. "You look so beautiful!" You said making her smile up from her phone doing a twirl while you hyped her up. "How many letters in Historia? ATE." She was wearing a light pink mini skirt and matching top with a long-sleeved lace top with strings that tied in the front. "Look at you! You are literally gorgeous!" she said hyping you up too. But her saying gorgeous immediately reminded you of the two hot strangers you met earlier that day. 

"Okay let's take pictures and shots before we leave because I have no idea if there are drinks where we're going," Historia said while grabbing your hand and walking out of the hallway into the kitchen. You both drank a little and started gathering your things to head out the door. You guys finally made it to the venue after taking the subway.

You both were walking down the street to where the venue was and were in shock from how long the line was outside. There were probably around 400 people waiting to get inside. "I thought you said the band wasn't that well known?" you said to Historia while you both were walking to the very end of the line. "They aren't! But I know they're becoming more popular. I just didn't think that many people would be here."

Eventually, 30 minutes had passed and you hadn't even made it halfway through the line. You both started getting cold from waiting outside for so long. "You think there's another entrance we could maybe sneak into?" you wondered out loud. "Maybe. But there's no way of knowing. You can go check while I wait in line so we don't lose our spot. Just come back if there is another entrance." Hisu said, looking around to see how much further the front entrance was. "Yes, of course, I'll be right back."

You walked around the side of the building and stumbled upon an alleyway that looked very sketchy but promising. Fuck it. You cautiously made your way down the alley. You abruptly heard the sound of dogs barking which made you flinch and question if getting kidnapped was worth all this. You decided it wasn't and planned on turning around to go back to Historia to deliver the bad news. As you were turning the corner out of the alley you bumped into somebody causing you both to jump backwards and scream. Your scream causes the person you bumped into to fall to the ground.

"Get away from me!" you screamed while reaching into your bag looking for pepper spray. "Stop, stop! I'm just trying to get inside. I'm not a serial killer! he shouted, holding his hands up and surrendering. You looked up at him and noticed the shirt he was wearing said "The Titans" which caused you to relax a little bit knowing he was just a fanboy. You still had your guard up but just put your pepper spray away. "Oh my god you scared the shit out of me" you sighed. 

He picked himself off the floor and started readjusting his clothes. "Imagine how I felt you almost pepper sprayed me." The man who stood in front of you had red hair that was cut into the weirdest hairstyle. It looked like he had a donut on his head. "Sorry about that, at least I didn't" you laughed. "I'm here for the concert too. I was just looking for a different way to get in." 

"How did you know I was here for the concert?" he responded with his eyes widening in fear. "Your shirt...?" you said with a questioning tone in your voice. "Oh," he said laughing, holding his hand to his heart. "Yeah I am here for that I was just going in through the back entrance." 

That piqued your interest. "So there is another way to get in?" you smiled hopefully to charm him into showing you the other entrance. "Yeah, there is. Want to just walk in with me?" That was way easier than you thought. "Yeah, sure! Wait, can you wait here while I go grab my friend?" you exclaimed before walking further down the alley. "Go ahead, but come back fast I wanna make it inside already," he said leaning against the wall. "Okay, I will! Don't go anywhere!" you started running back to where Historia is.

"Historia! you stood on your toes looking for blonde hair hoping to find her. After walking down the line twice you felt an arm grab you. "There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere!" you finally found her, well more like she found you. "Were you able to find another way in?" she wondered looking up to you. "Yeah I did come on there's some guy who said he knows another way in," you said grabbing her hand and walking down to where the alleyway is. "Huh?! You're trusting the words of some random guy?" she said in disbelief. "Well, when you say it like that it sounds so bad! He seems trustworthy! Plus he's our only way of getting in faster." you said in defense. "I'm trusting you on this."

As you approached the alley you saw the guy you left behind still leaning up against the wall. "Thanks for waiting up for us," you said, making your way closer with Historia right behind you. "I was worried you guys had split on me." he laughed. "I'm Floch by the way." 

"Nice to meet you." you jokingly curtseyed. "I'm Y/n and this is Historia," you said pointing at her.  "Okay awesome the door is right at the end of the alley and it's normally unlocked," he said while making his way deeper into the alley. You both followed and Historia squeezed your hand a little tighter. "What if he ends up murdering both of us?" she whispered into your ear. "There's no way, he told me he's not a serial killer." you teased her.  

"So..." Historia started to question Floch. "How do you know about this entrance anyway?" He slightly turned his head in your guy's direction but still walked forward. "I go to concerts at this venue a lot so I've learned how to skip the line. I also have been stalking the band for weeks and sent the leader an email about this venue hoping they would eventually book it." he rambled. You and Historia exchanged a knowing look wondering if you should burst out laughing or run like hell in the opposite direction. Luckily Historia was able to hold it together "That sounds nice." she awkwardly laughed. 

"Here we are!" Floch said happily. He reached for the door and was able to open it with ease. "Thank god. I always get so nervous one of these times the door won't open" he sighed in relief. As you all walked in it looked like the door led straight into backstage. There were people wearing all black and mics strapped to them running around everywhere and a group of girls standing in a circle which you assumed were groupies. Floch turned to you and Historia "Okay have fun ladies! Don't snitch about this entrance, please." he begged. "Thanks for letting us in!" you said. "Yeah, thanks! Have fun tonight!" Historia said waving bye to him. He waved bye and made his way to the group of girls and said something that made them all shriek and laugh in excitement. "Looks like he's a groupie too." Historia laughed at the sight in front of you both.

"I'm so happy we made it in! I couldn't have stood out there any longer." Historia said in relief, throwing her head to the side. "This is so much cooler than I thought." You said while looking around at the busy atmosphere that was surrounding you. "The concert starts in 20 minutes, let's go and see if we can get the front row!" Historia said excitedly while grabbing your arm. "I'll meet you there. I wanna see if I can take some pictures backstage," you said, pulling out the camera from your bag. "Oh that's true, I forgot that's why you came. I'll go find us a spot, call me if you need help finding me," she said slowly walking towards where the crowd was. "Okay, I will! See you in a bit." you smiled as she walked off.

You turned on your camera and started taking a few pictures of anything you found interesting. You got pictures of the instruments, people running around, and you even peeked your head where the audience was and got a few pictures of the crowd. You were happy with what you got and started making your way towards where Historia was while looking down at your camera. Since you weren't paying attention to where you were going you ended up bumping into someone. For the second time tonight. It felt like you walked into a wall and fell backwards dropping your camera in the process. 

"Oh my god," you said at the sight of your camera broken on the floor. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea I was gonna walk into you, I wasn't paying attention," said the guy who knocked you down. His voice sounded very familiar. He reached for your arms and pulled you up to your feet in one swift motion. You heard him speaking but his words weren't registering since you couldn't take your eyes off your broken camera. The camera your mom bought you many years ago was one of your most prized possessions, and there it was in multiple pieces lying on the floor. "Wait, aren't you the girl from the coffee shop?" That snapped you back into reality. You looked at the man who you got knocked into and it was the guy with the mullet from earlier that day. "You were the one running away with a hood on," you finally spoke. 

"What are the chances of that happening? Connie is going to be so excited to see you," he said, releasing your arms and standing up straighter. His height was very intimidating. "Connie?" you questioned. "The other guy I was with. Wait, what are you doing here? Did you know who we were when we met at the coffee shop?" he said, questioning you. "What does that even mean?" you laughed. "I'm here with my friend, we're here for the concert. What are you doing here?" you questioned him back. All he did was laugh. "I'm here for the concert too," he said amusingly. You didn't understand what was so funny but you had bigger things to worry about. You looked back at your broken camera and said "You're definitely gonna pay for my new camera." You were being dead serious. "Yes of course! I'm so sorry. I will make it up to you. I'll give you my number and we'll work something out," he said in the most heartfelt voice. Wasting no time you pulled out your phone and unlocked it so the mullet man could put his number in. "My name's Jean if you didn't know," he said in the same tone as before. "How would I have known that?" you said a little harshly. "Oh right." he laughed while giving your phone back. You felt like you were missing the point of something.

"Gorgeous?! I knew we would meet again!" you heard someone yell from behind Jean. It was Connie and he was running in your direction. You saw the silhouette of someone else behind him but were too focused on Connie to see the face of the person behind him. "Here we go again," Jean said while rolling his eyes. Connie shoved Jean out of the way so he could be face-to-face with you and placed your hands in his. "I have missed you so much, never leave again," Connie said while sounding genuinely sad. You couldn't believe how attached he had become after only one encounter with him. "I've missed you too," you couldn't help but laugh and play along with him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the person behind Connie make their way closer to you. You broke eye contact with Connie and looked at them. Your heart dropped.

"Y/n?"

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Hey! I sent an ask a while all the way back in February under anon praising your work, and I had been trying to follow along ever since but kept falling behind so I've just been reading a bunch of your pieces in a row in few-day bursts until I'm caught up to present lol. Anyway just now was the most recent burst I had finished, and I just gotta say. Yeah wow. Capital W Wow and the W stands for Winning. The way you're so committed to portraying real, almost tangible nuance in all your characters. How they all have deep reasons why they act the way they do but they start to be confronted and conflicted about the flaws in their views, the journeys they have to take to either change that or figure out if they even want to.

Namely with Ghost in the recent piece. Ever since I was introduced to him I knew there was more to him than just his blind following of his flawed society, that there has always been room for him to question his actions from the very start of the story and it may have always been there in him as a little inkling of an idea. But Fogpaw's confrontation was the moment that had really solidified it for him, driving it home even further since Smokyrose's death which also had to have taken a toll on his ability to trust his own thoughts (Been a while since I've read those pieces though so memory is fuzzy and I'm guessing there). He's someone who strikes me as someone who's always subconsciously suspected he's flawed, but never let it be an actual consideration until those actions he let himself carry out started having terrible consequences. And now he has to look back and face everything he's ever done, knowing full well he may never be forgiven by anybody he's wronged, but he still has the want to change for himself and I find that so inspiring. Having to face all those mistakes, learning just how much of your life you spent treating people unfairly... being confronted with all of that at once AND trying his best to make up for it all WHILE dealing with a new disability and terrible ear pain... it's no wonder he's deathly tired lol.

But the other character I want to highlight is the one who's been here and significant from the beginning - Scorch! A lot of people have talked a lot about her already but I'm in my own analysis flow state and I wanna ramble about how good of a character she is too. The walls and defenses she had to put up to protect herself, the lies she had to stick to to make other people believe things she didn't just to make sure she wouldn't die in the city... Razor's power over her and how nothing she did could convince him to truly loosen his grip on her during her time in the city, or even after she escaped and found RisingClan... The masks she has to plaster on herself and cycle through, and how the people who know her can just see right through them anyway... She's a person with immense trauma and like a solid two-thirds of her entire personality is a complex trauma response, but it served her well and protected her and so she keeps it up, and she even teaches a little of it and the affected worldview it gave her to her apprentice Fogpaw who is more confused than anything else haha. That's a very interesting dynamic too, someone who is thoroughly convinced every interaction is some kind of transaction where the other person always wants something in particular from you, and the other person who can't even fathom why or how interaction would work like that at all. Fogpaw is her perfect foil, someone who challenges her views and all the walls she's had to keep up more bluntly, and it's a very beneficial mentor-apprentice pairing that pushes them both to be better and that's a very amazing and interesting thing to see. How the student has things to teach their teacher in return.

It's just. The way I can read these character's thoughts and FULLY understand why they think in the ways they do and how those ways of thinking make sense to them... It's like I am quite literally transported into their mind in full and that is NOT an easy thing to do in writing at all. Most of the time you're just kind of a spectator, looking into a character's thoughts just to know why they do certain actions. But to understand the thoughts themselves, to see the full picture and possibly even a bit beyond it, to know the characters inside and out and see their worldviews and be like "Oh yeah, I see exactly how they came to those conclusions!" AND have those views be riddled with flaws in a way that makes everything feel SO realistic and tangible... That's like. Not just anyone can do that. Your hard work in developing these silly complex kitties has paid off in full, Rowan. Be proud of yourself, I simply demand it. lmao

AAA Thank you! this ask makes me so happy, I really appreciate you taking the time to say this all, it means a lot to me. 50 RisingBucks to you haha

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I am always always thinking about different scenarios where Eddie could have gotten mixed up in The Mess (tm), and I just think that season 2 would have been great for that tw: reference to kidnapping and child murder

Hawkins has always been a weird fuckin’ place, even before the Byers kid went missing last year. Eddie’s never really been able to put his finger on what it is, but he sees it on the periphery of everything Hawkins touches. It’s not something you can see if you look at it head on, like a migraine aura or one of those floaty things you get in your eyes sometimes.

A couple of days after Halloween, though, Eddie plummets headfirst into the weird that makes the town of Hawkins churn.

He’s skipping school, because O’Donnell has it out for him, swear to god, and he’s flying up a back road on the outskirts of town when the weird comes striding out of the woods to his right. 

It’s a fucking kid, and he’s driving too fucking fast to be able to stop in time but he slams hard on the brakes of his van anyway. The back fishtails and the brakes screech and the air smells like burning rubber, but he comes to a halt, and he didn’t feel the sickening thump-thump that he’s been bracing for. His heart is in his fucking throat, his head pounding, hands sweating, and he is trembling from head to toe.

Eddie launches himself out of the driver’s seat. The kid - the girl, middle school aged, curly hair that falls just to her ears, flannel and jeans - is standing there with her hand out toward the van. She’s posed like a comic book superhero, feet planted, shoulders back, and… her nose is bleeding. The van’s grille is dented like… Eddie can’t even bring himself to think about it. It’s like she stopped the fuckin’ thing with her mind ro some shit.

He definitely needs to cool it on the weed.

Eddie scrambles for something to say, but all he can come up with is a choked out, “Holy shit, kid.”

And that’s how he ends up with ‘Jane’ in the passenger seat of his van. That’s not her real name. Eddie’s not sure how he knows it but he knows it. She says she’s going to see her mother, and Eddie’s not good with silence so he tries to ask her questions, make conversation. She does what she can, but her grasp of language isn’t… great, and Eddie finds himself trying to fill in the blanks and coming up short.

He thinks she must be a runaway who's finally grown tired of not being home. She’s clean, though, and she looks fed, but she looks like she doesn’t sleep all that much, and Eddie wonders what it was about her home life that made her run in the first place. And the further and further they get outside of Hawkins, the more he wonders how she ended up in his little town anyway.

“Hey, kid, uh,” Eddie begins, unsure how to even say what he’s thinking. “You’re not, like, a kidnapping victim or anything, are you? You didn’t escape from, like…” At the word escape, Jane draws in an anxious breath. 

Eddie hears about it in the news sometimes, about kids that are snatched and murdered and the awful, awful things people do to them. He remembers Adam Walsh in eighty one.

“Kid, are you safe?”

“I am safe,” says the girl, but she doesn’t seem so sure.

When they pull up in front of the little house, the last name Ives painted in swooping curls on the mailbox, Eddie puts the van in park and shuts it off.

“I should probably, uh, talk to an adult,” he says. “This is very weird, Jane, and I just want to make sure, uh…”

He doesn’t know what he wants to make sure. Make sure he’s not dropping this kid off into a death trap? Make sure there’s an actual human person behind the door of this house, and that that person isn’t some weirdo who wants to hurt the kid he almost ran over with his van? If she’s just a runaway, though, pulling up at home alongside an eighteen year old boy with long hair that smells like weed will just get the cops called on him.

“No,” Jane says when Eddie unbuckles his seatbelt. “It is okay. You do not have to come with me. Thank you for the ride.”

It might be the most she’s said at one time, the whole way over here. The urgency in her voice just makes Eddie even more anxious to leave her. 

“I really, really should. There’s some sketchy people out there, okay? I just need to make sure this is someplace safe for you.”

Why the fuck does he even care? She’s just some weird kid that he almost hit with his van on the outskirts of his very weird town. He might as well just drop her here and go, get the hell out of dodge and away from whatever brand of weird he’s just stumbled his way into.

But if he sees this kid’s face on the news in two days, Eddie will never fucking forgive himself.

“Wait here, then,” Jane says. “And once I go inside, you can go. This is a safe place. My mother is inside. Please.”

“Fine. Fine. Go ahead, then.”

She goes. She’s walking slow up to the house, like she’s nervous too, and it makes Eddie all the more uneasy about letting her walk away.

She knocks (at her own house?) and then there’s a woman behind the door. There’s no recognition in the woman’s expression, and she closes the door in Jane’s face again. And just as Eddie is about to get out of the van and go up there, Jane puts her arm out toward the door, just like she’d done with his van, and the door swings inward.

What. The fuck. 

He must be hallucinating. Right? The woman who answered the door before must have just opened it back up again. Right? Because that’s not possible. Magic isn’t real. This is real life. …Right?

Eddie sits there, trying to make sense of what he’s just seen, but he convinces himself he must have just been seeing things wrong. It must have been someone inside the house opening the door for Jane.

And if that's not the case? If this kid has magic fucking powers, if she can stop Eddie's van and open up the front door of a house she is clearly not welcome in, why shouldn't he want to fucking hightail it in the other direction? He's no hero. This isn't a Hellfire campaign. Maybe Jane isn't the one that's in danger, here. Maybe Jane is the dangerous one.

Eddie goes, but after about five minutes his paranoia and worry for this little kid gets the better of him, and he turns around.

He’s just gonna drive past, just circle the block to see if everything looks okay. One more time won’t hurt. Maybe he got a fucked up bag of weed, making him more paranoid than usual, but Hawkins is a weird goddamn place, and this doesn’t seem like your usual run of the mill kind of weird. It feels a little dark, a little sinister. 

That girl had a bloody nose when Eddie got out of his van. The grille did not look like that this morning when he left the trailer. (Did it?) The way she talks, the body language, the way she really stood there and faced down Eddie’s van with her hand out like she knew she would be able to stop it. It’s weird. And if nothing else, now Eddie’s a little bit fucking curious, okay? 

So he circles the block where the Ives house sits, and as he drives past, the fucking lights in the front room are flickering.

So he sits. And he waits. And it’s dark outside by the time the front door swings open again and fucking Jane comes striding out clutching a wad of cash in her fist. What the fuck. She spots Eddie and glares at him, but then she wrenches open the passenger side door and gets in.

“Drive,” she says, and Eddie does. “We’re going to Chicago.”

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To Be the Friction in Your Jeans by orphan_account (E) word count: 19,541 Harry is an exhibitionist. He gets up to shenanigans. This is a fill for this prompt at the kink meme: Harry really, really likes to be watched. When they're all lounging around watching TV he'll start kissing Louis and he'll take it as far as he can until Louis makes him stop because the other boys are in the room or drags him away to finish in private. He'll do it wherever - at home, on the bus, in the car, backstage in the dressing room. The boys maybe kind of secretly wish Louis would stop stopping Harry, and maybe one night when they're drunk he does. Except. It got really, really out of control.

Checking Them Out?: How To Use Your Library Science Degree To Get An Alpha by InsightfulInsomniac (E) word count: 19,965 When a flirty, attractive alpha patron checks out an entire shelf of literature on omega behavior and omega rights, Harry can’t help but wonder why the man is so interested — is he a really attentive partner, or is he just a creep? It doesn’t help that this alpha visits weekly to exchange his books… and that he smells absolutely divine. Whether he likes it or not, Harry has a crush.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (E) word count: 25,896 In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known. When a kindhearted farmer offers him a ride in his truck and a place to sleep the two find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Isolated on Louis' farm with nobody but a field of dairy cows to intrude, the men are finally able to explore the parts of themselves they've spent their lives hiding away.

heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall (NR) word count: 30,656 Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.

Listen To Your Heart by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 35,019 Louis has always been comfortable being Harry’s one and only. When Harry starts to branch out, Louis has a hard time letting him go. Harry is very lucky to have someone who listens to what he has to say, despite the fact that he’s deaf. He’s finally feeling like he’s coming into himself, but Louis seems bothered by his newfound confidence.

Bug Boy by FitzAndLarry (M) word count: 36,630 Or the one where Harry is obsessed with bugs and Louis can't wait for them to be Alphas together.

Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by 2tiedships2 (M) word count: 38,065 The one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee (M) word count: 38,825 His mum is going to kill him! Well, not kill him. Just give him a right telling off, make him admit she'd been right, then try to confine him to his room until they found a hefty Alpha to look after him and rein him in or something. She wouldn't manage, of course. Harry is only twenty-four and has no inclination to settle down at all, especially not at the behest of an Alpha. But, as his mum would point out, that was the same stubborn attitude that got him here: in his car, in a thunderstorm, on the side of a forsaken lane of some little countryside town in Yorkshire. His mobile's got no signal, his GPS isn't working, and he's running low on petrol, so he can't even use the heater. Oh, and most importantly, his car is stuck in the mud, so even if the GPS was working and he knew where to go, he wouldn’t be able to. He's been in stickier spots; he reminds himself. Way stickier. This is just a bit of rain; it'll blow over. Then Harry will just... well, alright, he isn't entirely sure what to do when the rain stops because he'll still be stuck and lost. But, hey, there won't be any rain, which is something to cheer about.

bruise you like a peach by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 40,695 There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ. The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.  His name is Louis Tomlinson. 

Home calls the heart by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 44,091 A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn't be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad. He figured the worst he'd have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known. or a romcom au.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (M) word count: 46,173 Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

Core 'ngrato by Velvetoscar (NR) word count: 49,626 It's been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too.

every universe but ours by 28finelines (E) word count: 49,843 louis and harry have been friends with benefits for going on nine years, until a woman claiming to be louis’ fairy godmother decides to send him into a variety of alternate universes to help him find his soulmate.

Homegrown by casuallyhl (E) word count: 51,406 A gardening AU where Harry is new to town and the newest volunteer at the local gardening club, Louis is the attractive grandson of one of the members, and the nosy volunteers hatch a plan to get them together.

with blood and soft stitches by bravestyles (NR) word count: 57,714 After a failed suicide attempt and a three month long coma, Harry wakes up.

Little by Little by nonsensedarling (E) word count: 65,589 Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes. Or Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

sleeping on our problems by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 67,429 Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis(domesticharry) (E) word count: 79,028 The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Atlas At Last by louisandthealien (M) word count: 83,037 Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall. It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

we are ghosts amongst these hills by orphan_account (M) word count: 84,172 Harry spontaneously buys a house in Yorkshire because the universe, or fate, keeps leading him to it. What he didn’t know, is that his new house comes with a past that seems to be mysteriously tied to his own life. Before he knows it he finds himself travelling back in time, stuck in the middle of a century old love story. Featuring Louis as a farmer with a passion for gardening, Zayn as the heir to the local manor, Niall as a pub owner with a secret, and a truly underappreciated Liam. Based on Mariana by Susanna Kearsley

knock knock, i love you by beautlouis (E) word count: 86,066 Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.

Home For The Holiday by Larrysmomfics (M) word count: 86,791 A "The Holiday" inspired AU where Harry meets Louis after agreeing to swap houses with a stranger on the internet for three weeks over the holidays.

Switch Out The Batteries by istajmaal, LoadedGunn (E) word count: 88,302 Two years after meeting in a sex shop, Harry's just returning to Louis from a month-long tour in the States, and they come up with a wholesome bonding exercise.

Stranger Than Larry Fiction by Larrysmomfics (M) word count: 90,736 A canon-divergent AU where Louis and Harry read Larry Stylinson fanfiction.

You've Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey (E) word count: 95,417 Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir (E) word count: 98,194 Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

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c. | theodore lucas "theo" sinclair.

Fate. A word meaning destiny. Fate. A word meaning doom. - Benton James Kessler 

Is that WOLFGANG NOVOGRATZ? No, that’s just THEODORE SINCLAIR. They were born on 05/09/1997 and are a HYBRID: PSYCHIC/VAMPIRE living in Northknot Town. They work as a MECHANIC / TATTOO ARTIST AT INK AGAIN. Some say they're LAID-BACK and RESILIENT, but I’ve heard others say they're DISOBEDIENT and ALOOF. When you think of HIM, don’t you think of THE PURRING SOUND OF A MOTORCYCLE SPEEDING DOWN AN EMPTY ROAD, THE FEELING OF CALM IN A QUIET ROOM, AND THE SCENT OF BURNING PAGES TELLING TALES OF UNTOLD PROPHECIES?

A E S T H E T I C

rain hitting a leather jacket as the rider of a motorcycle drives down a winding path. pages turning from a book no one has read. the purring sound of a motorcycle speeding down an empty road. music blasting from headphones. the feeling of calm in a quiet room. and the scent of burning pages telling tales of untold prophecies.

M U S I C    P L A Y E R

“ I don't need that late night high... I'm floating on my low-key vibe. ” sex, drugs, etc. by beach weather “ Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone. Engage with the pain as a motive. ” achilles come down by gang of youths “  And if the world don't break, I'll be shaking it. 'Cause I'm a young man after all. And when the seasons change, will you stand by me? 'Cause I'm a young man built to fall . ” mind over matter by young the giant

P E R S O N A L I T Y  

theodore is a friendly guy, he talks to everyone... even if he does keep it mostly surface level. he's always been best described as "low-key". both of his jobs require him to know how to talk to people. so he uses that even outside of work. after being changed into a hybrid vampire, he changed. with fewer predictions of the future, he's relaxed a little more. doesn't feel on edge all the time. but he does hate being a vampire. he's not someone who wanted to live forever.

H E A D C A N O N S

theo was born into a family that didn't know they had supernatural blood. when he had his first premonition, no body believed him. but then again, who would believe a four year old who spoke of planes crashing into new york. when what he saw came to be, his parents had almost forgot. it wasn't until he tried to worn his parents a year later that something bad was going to happen. he was too young to understand what he saw, but when a week later his father died in a crash that almost took theo and his mother as well... his mother started to realise what was happening. she didn't really understand it, in fact it scared her. she had thought he was CAUSING everything. however, people assumed she was crazy and theo was taken from. while is mother was institutionalised, theodore was taken and put into foster care. being moved from house to house, theo found is hard to make connections. adults never believed him and other children called him crazy. by ten, he stopped trying to share everything he saw. no one wanted him and he was tired of being the "crazy one". it was when he turned twelve that he was adopted by an elder french couple. they knew EXACTLY what he was and tried to help him. moving him to northknot and explaining everything the best they could. being the new kid had its perks. but also had it's disadvantages. people took one look at him and decided then and there what type of person he was. due to his standoffish attitude, most people didn't try to look a little closer. due to this, theo mainly kept to himself. about two years ago, theo decided to travel and explore the world. he was tired of northknot. tired of being what people thought of him. just wanted to see what else was out there. but a few months into his travels. he was attacked and turned again his will. when he woke up alone, he instantly knew what happened to him. despite figure a lot of the supernatural world out by himself, he was smart enough to know what this meant for him. he ran before his sire could return. spending some time getting used to the change. theo wait a bit before just coming back to northknot. he wanted to get settle into his new life before returning home where he knew he wouldn't have to worry anymore.

C O N N E C T I O N S

past friend. theo was never an overly popular kid. he was only ever close with a few people. but this person was someone he had (at the time) considered a best friend. as they grew older, they grew apart. more rumours spread about theo and this person, while they didn't add to the rumours, didn't help put a stop to them either. theo doesn't really blame them either, they wanted to be more social and the only way (it seemed) was to get their distance from him. they haven't spoke since theo left. vampire sire. can be plotted, but i'm looking for someone who had wanted to use his psychic abilities to their favour. they could be a member of the faction, whether they did it on their own or because they were told to... theo doesn't know them. when he woke up, he had been alone and left before they could get back. ex girlfriend. sylvia burke. theo, despite what people think, is a very kind guy when he cares. and man did he care about sylvie. he fell for her fast. which is probably why it didn't last. within a year, they just seemed to have grown apart. theodore still has a soft spot for the blonde, but it's more like a found memory at this point. someone he feeds off. (upcoming muse). again, despite the "bad boy" vibe people get from theo. he's a very kind and caring person. this person is someone he met before he was turned into a vampire. their someone he considers a friend and that he looks out for. when they offered him to feed from them, he took them up on it since they both trust each other enough for it to work. best friend/roommate. this person was someone who he met maybe a year after moving to northknot and actually stayed his friend. theo considers this person his best friend. when theo returned to northknot after a year away, the two decided to move in together

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Dragon's Treasure Ch3 Guilt Weighs Heavy

Guilt. Remorse. Regret. Sorrow. Fear. Panic.

All of that weighed on a person's shoulders can be hard. He should know. After all that's what he felt for the longest time. Between being treated as a suspect by the police and other people to seeing your limp for being rushed back to the Wyndon hospital via emergency ambulance. And he didn't even get to know how you were even feeling until much later. Didn't feel relief until much later. Between being proven innocent he was taking care of Leon's little brother and those surrogate siblings of his until their families could arrive or Leon got out of the hospital with his own trainers, preparing himself for the final battle of the Champion Cup which would still take place within a month's time, and worrying himself nearly to death with the public rightfully being on edge about the whole situation. Thankfully the Vice Chairman seemed to doing a great job calming down most of the public and setting focus on rolling things back to normal already and he'd help in anyway he could which was posting as normal and remaining calm and helping as much as he could with the investigation of the Hammerlocke lab to speed up the process to get his town back to normal. It was the least he could do for the people of Hammerlocke. Sometimes he'd even take the small trio of Leon's to go visit him at the Wyndon hospital. They always seemed so happy to see him and Leon in turn was ecstatic to be able to see them as well. It made him feel a bit better knowing he wasn't being useless at least..not like he was back at his gym when you were emergency flown back to the hospital...

...

He had heard you were going to be fine. You had been knocked out cold for nearly a week and you woke up with a goose egg on your noggin and a massive headache, but x rays and doctors confirmed there was absolutely nothing to worry about. By some Arceus given miracle you had even avoided a concussion. But just in case they planned on keeping you in the hospital at least until the Champion Cup was over. 

....

Well that was a huge relief off his shoulders at least. But it still didn't stop him from feeling downright awful about the whole situation. He should've known- HE SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE!! Those kids were in danger because of him! He didn't arrive in time to help Leon! He didn't suspect anything! He LET you go by yourself and you ended up getting hurt! Leon ended up getting hurt as well! He didn't get that black eye and multiple bruises by himself! What was the point of being top gym leader if he couldn't even do that-

"Rai-Rai?"

He never expected to have Piers find him sitting in one of the halls rubbing his face. When his deep ocean blue eyes looked up to meet electric blue ones he found someone with pale skin and monochrome hair staring back at him calmly. Piers was standing there long hair cascading down his back and his arm still in the sling from accidentally fracturing it during the battle. Just another thing he was responsible for. After a silent moment of the two staring at each other, Raihan put on a smile and removed his hands from his face sitting up to look at his friend.

"Hey, Piers! Wasn't uh..Wasn't expecting to see you here. Shouldn't you be resting up?"

"Tch." The lanky man scoffed before looking at him. "M' tired o' laying down all the time. Layin' down would drive me madder than a starvin' munchlax." His brow rose. "But m' assuming you're 'ere ta let those blokes visit Leo right?"

Raihan again smiled, nodded, before pointing up the hall at a specific room which just so happened to be Leon's room. "They're in there talking more than a flock of chatots. No doubt they're excited for our rematch in a week."

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot 'bout that. Guess you're really pumped up for it. Who knows? Ya might even become Champion this time."

"Haha...Uuuh. Yeah."

Silence. 

Piers waited for the dragon leader to respond..but beyond that he didn't. He just looked down to the floor away from the other man's gaze and went silent again. This wasn't like him. Right now Raihan would've been going on a boastful rant about how THIS time would be the one where he took the Champion title and become the first ever Champion to use all dragon types and so on and so forth, but he didn't. He didn't even look at Piers anymore.

"Oi. Ya alright there, Mate?"

"Yeah...*sigh* Yeah. Just a bit tired from babysitting six kids on top of training for the battle I guess."

".....Feelin' guilty huh?" Raihan's head snapped up wide eyed- "It's obvious. I can read ya like a bloody book." His brow rose again as Raihan opened and closed his mouth like a flabbergasted magikarp. "That's why ya ain't lookin' at me."

"H-How did you-"

"Let's call it personal experience." He took the moment to slowly sit down next to Raihan who blinked at his serious face. "And it's kind o' a good guess. You 'ave been dealin' with a lot lately haven't ya?"

After a long moment of a surprised pikachu face, Raihan sighed through his nose and his hand reached up to rub his tired face. "Yeah. Well you're not wrong about that bud. With Leon out of commission most of his responsibilities fall onto me..or at least the jobs that the Chairman didn't take up. Good thing I didn't get the whole shebang right?"

"There's bags under your eyes," Piers bluntly stated which caught Raihan off guard for a moment.

"Well ouch. That's harsh."

"Usually IM the one who's tired and has the bags." One finger from his good arm gently lifted itself up to point at his own eyes that were totally normal for once. Being in the hospital with nothing else to do, he spent most of it sleeping so for once everyone was able to see Piers without his signature tired look with his hair down in wavy locks. Compared to Raihan who looked like he hadn't slept for a month, it was certainly strange. "So that means something's keepin' ya from sleep." 

Another groan from Raihan. "Well the duties and playing babysitter would do that for you." He chuckled which ended in yet another groan. "My mind feels like it's out of my body and all over the place running around screaming a hundreds different thoughts and feelings at me. It's exhausting."

"Yeah. That's exactly how I feel a lot o' the time too. M' sure Leo appreciates everythin' you're doin' for 'em. Especially when those lil blokes are concerned." 

"Yeah. I'm sure he'd do the same for me if I was in his position." And just like that any form of a smile left from him. "I mean...I guess I didn't help his situation to begin with or anything else really. It's the least I could do as top gym leader."

"...Hey. Y'know it's not your fault for what the bloody rose did-"

"I know, I know. Everyone keeps saying that but-...Rrrrrrah!" Piers blinked as Raihan leaned back in his chair, head up, and grabbing his head with a growl that resembled an angry deino. "It's so frustrating!! I don't see how you can do this every day!"

"Eh. It's a livin'. But I'm serious though. It's not your fault at all-"

"I KNOW!!....I know but-..Ggrraaahh." His arms flopped back to his sides as he sighed, still facing upwards. "I-...I didn't know this would happen."

"Neither did I. Or Leo. Or the Vice Chairman. Or anyone else who wasn't involved in it, Mate. There wouldn't 'ave been any way you coulda known. So don't be hard on yourself for not being a mind reader. What's important now 's repairin' everything and getting things back on track. No one's hurt and all the bad guys are behind bars, so the worst that can happen is ya mopin' 'round right?"

Raihan still stayed silent for a long moment before huffing which ended in a smile and semi-relieved smile on his face. "*sigh* Yeah...You're right. What's done and done and I can't change that but I can install better security and make sure nothing like this happens again!"

"There ya go. Everythin's fine and everyone's alright. We can all use this ta improve n' move on." Electric blue eyes narrowed just a little bit at the dragon lord before humming. "...N' Y/n's doing pretty ok too." In an instant, Raihan's face snapped up wide eyed and back towards his friend who gave him a knowing look. "Just ta let ya know."

"I didn't bring her up."

"I know."

"You did that."

"I know."

"Haha." Piers's brow rose as the man nervously laughed and looked away. "I didn't even speak her name once. Why would you feel the need to bring her up?"

"Oh. No reason. I just thought since she was here too you'd like ta know no one that was there was hurt...Why? Are ya upset about 'er-"

"NO!!" His loud voice vibrated down the hallway startling a nurse a little ways from them and silence followed suit. .....Piers's brows rose further. "I-I me-mean-...Ahe. Hahaha!" He gave a wide smiled and looked away waving a hand quickly. "W-Why would I be upset!? She-She-She's ok right?!"

"As fit as a fiddle, Mate."

"Then why would I worry about her? That's ridiculous! Everything's alright so there's no need for me t-t-to worry. Sure m-maybe I haven't been able to see her and a-apologize in person with all the stuff piled on me but that's not the point! T-T-The point is that she's ok and I don't have to worry about her! Nope not at all!"

......

"What if I sit 'ere and keep an eye on those kids while ya see her?"

He snapped to him again instantly. "You'd do that!?"

Piers nodded. "It's not your fault but if ya really feel like ya need ta talk to 'er then I could-"

Piers jumped as am orange bandanna blurred past him and up the hallway away from them excitedly making the goth blink. "THANKS PIERS! I OWE YA ONE, BUDDY!"

"....." He blinked again ....before sighing. "Oh boy. Does he have it bad."