#just gotta wallow in it and pull back

[cinnabuntastic]

Ever feel like you could just. Straight up stop saying anything in a community you're in and nobody would even blink. Because boy am I feeling it hard tonight.

[gossamyrrh]

part two to this ! fem!reader. intox. coercion.

the next time you meet plug!geto, it’s at his flat two weeks later with a dreadfully low stash and an achingly empty cunt. he, of course, is more than happy to fill both free of charge.

…of money, that is.

plug!geto opens the door with a mischievous grin, leans lazily against the doorframe and crosses his arms as his eyes rake over your body. shamelessly lingering on your more…intimate areas.

“nice seein’ you again.” he purrs, lips curling like the wisps of smoke that waft up into the air behind him. “you haven’t been answerin’ my texts.”

“been busy.” you mumble, which isn’t exactly a lie. you have been busy—trying not to wallow in the shame that comes from cumming around your dealer’s fingers…getting off to him calling you a slut and a whore. dreaming for it to happening again and again and again and—

“yeah? thought you were ignorin’ me.”

“n-no.” you stutter, meeting his eyes for the first time tonight. they glint with something predatory. like he’s playing with you. pawing at his meal before he pounces. “i’d never do that.”

another lie.

suguru leans up off the frame now. turns his body to the side and gestures with his chin for you to slip past. “good. c’mon in, doll. since you’re so… busy and all.”

his large hand snakes down and settles on the small of your back. and before you can even think to resist him—give this all a second thought—suguru is shoving you through the threshold and slamming the door closed. leads you to the sofa, with his warm hand still tight around you.

and you can’t help but feel like he’s closing in.

you can smell him in the air, that unique, signature scent of him: smoke, spice—something musky. his palms glide with an indescribable possessiveness along your waist and down your hips as he nudges you to sit. his breath hot along your cheek as he leaves little room between you both. makes himself comfortable in the dips and arches of you; meshes his skin to yours.

your head begins to spin.

and he notices this. of course, he does.

plug!geto’s grin is all teeth now. wolfish. amused as he leans closer, forces your thighs to squeeze together. your shoulders to curl.

“you nervous, doll?”

“no.” you lie. but it comes out too quickly. lands flat.

“mm.” suguru hums, unconvinced, and a heavy hand smooths over your shoulder. drags down your arm. “you sure? you’re practically shakin’.”

your breath catches. you hadn’t event realised…

he laughs at that. and it comes low. rumbles. his free arm reaches forward for something, and it’s then you notice the pre-rolled joint on the coffee table. just how deep in your head are you?

“let’s take the edge off yeah? help you forget that busy life of yours.”

suguru brings the joint to his lips, fishes a lighter from his trouser pocket, and you watch as the tiny flame licks at the tip. makes the paper crackle and shrivel as it burns, glowing a fiery red as he takes a slow, deliberate pull.

“b-but there’s only one.” you squeak.

a deep exhale, and suguru’s eyes are on you. his grin never faltering. “what? you gotta problem with sharin’?”

he offers it to you.

“c’mon, doll. you’ll be less uptight.”

you hesitate, and suguru’s grin stretches. miles long, you think, if even that.

“c’mon, doll,” he coaxes again, tapping the joint against your lips, the lingering heat of it a near ghostly kiss. “don’t tell me you came all this way just to get shy on me.”

the worst part? he’s right. you did come a long way. tried to steel your nerves for almost an hour, paced outside his building as you debated whether you should go home or not.

(you should’ve. you really should’ve.)

it shouldn’t all be for nothing. you shouldn’t waste both your time, right…?

before you can think, your mouth parts, eases open just for him. the filter presses against your lips, tasting of ash and something unmistakably suguru, and you inhale, slow and tentative, the burn blooming in your lungs before settling deep within your bones.

it feels good—too good. makes you feel nothing yet everything in some….indescribable sort of way.

“atta girl,” suguru murmurs, watching you through heavy lids. his voice drips with something rich, thick and syrupy. he plucks the joint from your fingers to take another long drag before he blows the smoke right into your face.

you barely register the sharp pull of his hand on your jaw until your head tilts back, your body pliant under his touch. his fingers press, firm and possessive, as he exhales into your mouth. the smoke curls past your lips, seeps into your lungs. hot. overwhelming.

your mind fogs.

he watches as you swallow it down, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “there you go,” he soothes, thumb stroking the hollow of your throat. “you always take what i give you so well, don’t you?”

the room tilts. or maybe it’s just you.

you blink, slow and heavy, warmth pooling in your limbs as a lazy kind of heat starts to spread through you. it’s the weed, but it’s also him—the way he looms, the way his touch lingers, the way his words slither beneath your skin like a secondhand high.

“feelin’ good, doll?”

you nod, dazed. “y-yeah.”

suguru chuckles. “that’s what i like to hear.”

his hand begins to drift lower. off your arm now, skimming your thigh, fingers teasing the hem of your skirt. testing.

and you—hazy, pliant, needy—don’t stop him.

he notices. of course, he does.

and he gets ready to take his payment.

“come up here, doll. it’ll make it easier to sure the weed.”

the weed….sure.

but when he tugs you forward, you go without question.

suguru guides you onto his lap with ease, like he’s done it before—like you slot against him like some missing puzzle piece, fitting perfectly wrapped around him.

his hands find your hips as if on instinct. thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles—but there’s nothing soothing about the way his grip tightens. keeps you right where he wants you.

“good girl,” he murmurs, low and approving. “knew you’d listen.”

your thighs spread to straddle him, knees pressing into the sofa, and the position is… compromising. intimate . his body heat sinks into yours, the thick scent of weed and something musky filling your lungs.

your head spins.

he holds the joint between his fingers, tapping the ashes into the tray beside him, before bringing it back to his lips for another deep inhale. his gaze stays on you the whole time—watching, assessing, waiting.

you swallow. thickly.

his free hand slides up your spine, slow and deliberate, stopping just beneath the nape of your neck. he tilts his head, eyes brimming with want, lips curved into something that’s not quite a smirk, not quite a smile.

“open.”

you hesitate for just a second too long.

his grip tightens.

“c’mon, doll,” he coos, a stone-like hardness to his tone that has you straightening atop him. “you were so eager before. don’t go gettin’ shy on me now.”

heat prickles across your skin, shame curling low in your stomach, because he’s right. you shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave it, but you do—you really fucking do.

so you part your lips, obedient—good—and his smirk widens.

“there’s a good girl.”

he exhales slow, measured, a thick cloud of smoke curling from his lips and past yours. it’s hot, intoxicating, thick enough to make your lashes flutter and a soft groan to escape you. his fingers flex against your nape as he watches you swallow it down, approval humming deep in his chest.

“see?” he murmurs, thumb stroking lazily along your throat. “ain’t so bad, huh?”

you nod, dazed, the warmth pooling low in your belly now sinking deeper.

his other hand—still heavy on your hip—skims beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers toying with the band of your panties. testing. asking (but not really).

and you don’t stop him.

“fuck,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “knew you’d be easy for me. feelin’ good, doll?”

his fingers dip lower, teasing against your damp heat, running along your folds—and you shudder. the weed has settled deep, makes every touch feel heightened—like sparks licking across your skin. needles pricking.

“i feel—” you let out a whimper. “fine.”

suguru grins. all slow satisfaction, like he’s won something. like he’s known all along how this would go.

“that’s what I like to hear.”

and then his fingers push past the fabric, finding you soaked.

a deep, pleased groan rumbles in his throat as he presses in, spreading you open, testing just how ready you are. how needy you are.

“shit, doll,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers through the slick. “you this fuckin’ wet just from smokin’ with me?”

your face burns, and he chuckles.

“hey, don’t get shy now,” he purrs. “not when you’re so fuckin’ eager to let me take what’s mine.”

suguru’s fingers tease at your entrance, just barely pressing in before retreating, dragging slick warmth over your folds. he’s toying with you. that much is clear. drawing out every little tremble, every tiny catch of breath, watching you unravel bit by bit.

“fuuuuck, doll,” he groans. “you’re practically drippin’. makin’ a mess all in my lap.”

shame pools low in your stomach. and you lift your hips to move, but suguru is gripping your hips and pulling you back down.

“don’t.” his grin widens as his fingers leave you, moving to grip your other hip instead.

“c’mere.”

you barely have time to register it before he’s shifting beneath you, pressing you down against the thick hardness straining against his sweatpants. a choked sound catches in your throat as the pressure sparks through you, heat curling sharp and insistent between your thighs.

suguru groans, low and drawn out, fingers tightening as he pulls you even closer. “fuck,” he mutters. “you feel that, doll?”

you do. god, you do.

your breath stutters as he rolls his hips up, slow, deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him through the thin fabric separating. it’s too much, yet somehow not enough.

and he knows it.

“that’s it,” he coaxes, his voice smooth and syrupy, thick with approval. “go on, baby. give me what i need.”

it’s humiliating how easily you give in. how naturally your body moves with his, grinding down, chasing the friction that makes your head spin. every slow drag of his cock against your clothed cunt sends another shiver rolling through you, pleasure licking up your spine, twisting tight in your gut.

suguru watches, heavy-lidded and satisfied, drinking in the way you melt against him. “fuckin’ knew it,” he mutters, mostly to himself, dragging his hands up your back. “knew you’d be like this for me.”

“w-what does that mean?”

“delicious.” he coos, thrusting his pelvis up to meet yours.

your hands find his shoulders, gripping tight, needing something to ground you as he keeps moving, keeps working you over the thick length of him, rolling his hips just right, just enough to make your thighs tremble. your cunt weep.

“you like that, doll?” his voice is teasing now, a purr in your ear. “ridin’ me like you’ve been thinkin’ about it since last time?”

a whimper slips past your lips before you can stop it.

suguru grins, pleased. “yeah? you gonna cum just like this? just from dry humpin’ me like a needy little thing?”

the worst part is that you might.

and he knows this. knows you.

he can feel it—the way your body tenses, the way your breath catches, the way your hips stutter like you’re on the edge of something devastating.

you lose your strength and fall into his chest, panting and moaning in his ear as your hips rock back and forth into him.

“c’mon, doll,” he murmurs, voice smooth, coaxing. “be good for me. let me feel you.”

and just like that, you break.

pleasure crashes over you in slow, shuddering waves, a choked moan spilling from your lips as your body clenches, thighs trembling around him. the friction, the heat, the intoxicating push and pull—it all swallows you whole.

suguru groans, grinding up against you one last time, dragging out your pleasure as his hands stroke slow, soothing patterns down your back.

“f-fuck,” he mutters, breathless, lips brushing your temple. “knew you’d be perfect for me.”

you can’t even respond. can’t do anything but collapse against him, skin fever-hot, body weak. the high lingers thick in your veins, pleasure still buzzing beneath your skin. high and blissed out.

suguru chuckles, lazy and satisfied, fingers trailing along your spine as he helps rock you against him slowly. “make sure you answer my texts next time, pretty girl.”

[lulualuana]

Balcony Debauchery

idk, needy Leon is a plague

wc: 1277

cw: begging, mild dirty talk, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), creampie, sneaky sex but not well executed, first time writing correct straight smut in ever pls don't bully me

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“C’mon...” Leon complained, egging you on like he had been the entire night. He had a mission to accomplish: get you to be a bit dirtier than you would ever be. “It won’t kill you baby.” 

Together at a friend’s place for dinner, Leon seemed to be in a mood entirely inappropriate for what the setting was. From his hand on your thigh under the table at dinner, to his hand drifting way too far down while standing and mingling. It was obvious what he was after, and you made it even more obvious that you weren’t going to entertain it. 

It had gotten to a point where you had to drag him outside, afraid that he would all but start fucking you right in front of all of your friends without a lick of shame. You brought him out to the balcony of your friend’s place, the area fairly secluded. That was your first mistake. 

“It won’t kill me, you’re right, but it also won’t kill you to wait until we get home,” You returned, which was simply just common sense. If Leon waited until you got back to your place, you’d let him do whatever he wanted. Even butt stuff. 

“Except it will kill me, baby,” He groans, getting close and hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. He wraps his arms tight around your waist, pressing himself completely flush against you. “I’ve never wanted you so badly. I can’t wait however long you plan to stay here.” 

He groans lowly against your ear, absolutely adoring the feel of your body against his. The plush of your ass up against his aching cock almost has his head spinning. He’s been hard for far longer than any man should be at this point. “You look so damn pretty tonight too. What’s wrong with wanting to appreciate my baby?” 

You’re about to reply when you feel one hand drifting down from your waist, trailing down your front until his hand is palming at your thigh, far too close to your pussy. That was his real goal. “C’mon…” 

You huff, wanting to say no. It was so damn risky. It’s not like the balcony was completely private. If anyone were to open the door, they’d see you in an instant. But damn did his hand feel good against your thigh, and you’d be lying if you said all his efforts from the night to try and get you in a similar mood did nothing to you. 

“Fine,” You conceded, rolling your eyes. You could sense him perking up behind you, happy to have won you over. You don’t have time to further wallow in your weakness when he’s abruptly slipping his hand under your dress, tugging the panties you were wearing to the side with one hand. You feel his lips against your neck as his other hand works deftly to undo his slacks. He wasted no time.

“Gotta make this quick...” he mumbles under his breath, huffing lightly as he frees his cock, the cool night air ghosting his leaking tip. He presses you up against the balcony railing, bending you over it ever so slightly so he can notch his head against your hole, pushing into you with a low groan. “Fuuuck, I love this pussy.” His words are almost a whine, needy in every sense of the word. 

His words pool heat deep in your stomach, making you clench around him involuntarily with a bitten down moan from you, only pulling more groans from his lips. “Don’t tighten up on me like that, baby. I’ll come in seconds.” His words are followed by an experimental thrust of his hips, one that he seems to find much joy in because he then sets a steady pace. 

He rocks forward smoothly in a short thrust, pushing your hips up against the railing as his pelvis presses against your ass, his cock nudging nice and deep inside of you before he’s pulling back and repeating the motion all over again. 

“Told me you didn’t want it,” he grunts, one hand gripping your waist while the other palms at your ass under your dress. “Told me you wanted to wait until we got home but look how fucking wet you were for me this whole time.” Corroborating his claim, a wet squelching sound followed every time he pulled back and pushed in, your arousal effortlessly coating his cock and making his thrusts even smoother. 

The more he thrusts into you, the less you seem to worry about whether or not someone’s going to catch you, instead you seem a lot more concerned about Leon’s cock and the way it's just barely nudging that sweet spot in your pussy, and how you need it to get there. You’re too deep into it and too impatient to use words, instead pushing your hips back against his when he thrusts in, your eyes rolling back when he hits exactly where you wanted him to. You clench around him again, tighter this time and his hips stutter. 

“Fuck, baby, what did I say? You keep clenching like that, and I won't last,” He groans softly, his grip on your waist tightening as he speeds up his thrusts, seemingly remembering that you were on a time crunch here. There’s no way your friends haven’t noticed you two missing. 

He works with a scary amount of precision, drilling into you with short, deep thrusts that have you clenching rapidly around his cock, sucking him back in every time he pulls back. “Leon-” You don’t have to say anything else for him to know what you mean, for him to know what’s coming. His hand on your ass comes forward, his middle and ring finger finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. 

“C’mon baby, gonna come on my cock for me, right? Gonna give me what I want?” He taunts, coaxing you into coming. He wants it, he wants to feel the way you tighten around him, the way your body stiffens before melting into the bliss of an orgasm. The mere thought of it almost has him coming before you do, but he’s too much of a gentleman to do that. “Come, baby. Need it. Need to feel you come.” 

His words spark your orgasm to life, your body stiffening as your eyes roll back, a high-pitched sound leaving your mouth despite your best efforts to stamp down all your noises. You clench unbelievably tight around him, and he can’t take it anymore, his hips stuttering as he pushes deep into you, his cock twitching and jumping as he spills ropes of hot cum straight into you, burying his face into your hair as he does. “F-fuck, you’re so good for me. Fucking love you. L-love you coming for me.” 

With a few slow rolls of his hips to completely ride out his orgasm and yours he pulls out of you, wincing sharply when he catches a glimpse of his cum dripping down your thigh. He can feel his cock kick again at the sight and he can already feel the scolding he’s going to get later about how his cum leaked all over your panties. “Maybe... We should just go home…” 

You throw him a slightly fucked out glare over your shoulder.

What only made it worse was the look your friends gave you when you and Leon rejoined the group and announced you were leaving early. It wasn't hard to tell from the flushed look on both of your faces what had happened on the balcony. 

You made damn sure that Leon paid for that when you got home.

~~~

can't tell if this feels rushed or not, the horny started taking over

[wosov]

A tough pill to swallow - part 1

Kiddo forgets to refill her prescription soon after moving in with Leah and goes off the rails without her ADHD medication

Five months. It took living with Leah for five months for you to fall out of the routine of taking your medication. I mean you had only been diagnosed with ADHD since primary school so it really shouldn’t have taken such a short amount of time for you to forget such a vital part of your day. But here we are. You were currently on an extreme high and it felt amazing. You had so much energy that keeping up with your world class teammates was a breeze. You woke up at the crack of dawn full of energy as though you had drunk about 7 energy drinks at once. 

The one problem was that this high lasted no longer than two days and what followed was something you never wanted to experience again. You woke up to your alarm blaring out at you, signalling you to another day of training. In the distance you could already hear Leah rummaging about in the kitchen, no doubt grabbing her protein powder to start off her smoothie for the day. You rolled over in bed and groaned, feeling like the weight of the world was on your chest. 

Leah came into your room after three brisk knocks and immediately started singing “Good morning sunshine!” as she pulled your curtains back which led to you fighting the urge to either scream in her face or pull the duvet back over your face. You picked the latter which led Leah to roll her eyes and walk over to your bed and yank the covers off you.

“Cmon kiddo! You need to get out of bed, we only have 30 minutes before we need to leave the house” she spoke with an easy and upbeat tone that you found impossible to replicate so you just huffed and rolled over. “Kiiddddooooo you gotta get up and dressed now cmon lets go” to which you didn’t respond choosing to willfully ignore her, which Leah did not take well to. “Kid, I know you can hear me” she said with mild annoyance as she started poking you which was like her poking at your poorly contained irritability. You finally thought you had won when Leah walked out of your room with a huff, mumbling under her breath but that hope was very short lived as she soon returned with a cup of cold water and promptly trickled a little onto your face. This was the last straw for you as it shocked you out of your unrestful slumber. You shot up out of bed and all but screamed at Leah.

“LEAH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

Leah (who really wasn’t expecting a reaction like that) was stunned into a temporary silence. She just stared at you dumbfounded that you had shouted at her like that whilst trying to regain her composure in order to not yell back at you.

“Kid I don’t appreciate you taking that tone with me” she spoke with a dangerously calm tone. “I was only trying to get you out of bed since you weren’t responding to me earlier, now if you will excuse me I am going to go and finish getting ready. I have set out your training kit on the side and we will be leaving in 25 minutes.” And with that Leah briskly walked out of the room leaving you to wallow in your guilt and annoyance. You hadn’t meant to scream at her like that, in truth you don’t really know what came over you. It was like you weren’t in control of yourself, you thought as you pulled on your kit. After you were all dressed and ready for the day, you sluggishly walked out of your room (choosing to ignore your bedside drawer where your empty prescription bottle lay). 

You hated feeling like you were not in control of yourself, of your thoughts, your feelings or your actions. It was as if you were one comment away from exploding in anger but other than that you just felt numb. You felt so empty, so devoid of any feelings that normal people seem to have, but in some twisted way it was comforting. You welcomed it, after all you believed this is only what you deserved. If you were the one who couldn’t act like a fucking normal person, then you obviously deserved to feel like this. 

As you moved downstairs you half expected to be met with a fist and screams in retaliation for the scene you had caused upstairs, so you kept your sight focused firmly on the floor - as if bracing for one impact or another. But when that didn’t happen you lifted your gaze from the floor with a little confusion. In doing that you saw Leah rummaging through her bag looking like she was trying to find something. You must’ve been standing there aimlessly for a few minutes until she noticed you and smiled. 

“Hey kid, all ready to go? I just need to find my left shin pad then we can get on the road” she stated whilst still looking through her bag - albeit with a little more urgency than before. “There’s some toast left on the side there if you wanna help yourself or we can just grab something before training, up to you.”

You nodded in confusion at the lack of response to your outburst which Leah seemed to sense as she stopped what she was doing and looked at you.

“Kiddo I’m not angry at you, it was probably a poor judgment call on my part to think waking up a teenager with cold water would work” she stated with an amused look on her face. 

You just nodded hesitantly, as if you were still waiting for some kind of punishment. 

“I uh, I am really sorry for shouting at you Le” you mumbled out. 

“What was that Kiddo, I couldn’t quite hear what you said there”

You took a deep breath before speaking more clearly, “I’m really sorry Le.”

Leah just smiled at you before saying “Water under the bridge kid, it’s all forgiven.”

That should’ve eased the guilt you were feeling but it just made you feel worse. All you could think about was that you screamed at such a sweet and caring person and all she did was forgive you like it was nothing then blame herself for the situation. 

The entire journey towards the training centre was filled with Leah humming along to her playlist of the day and you staring out of the window trying not to fuck anything else up, and as soon as you had arrived, you were quick to jump out of the car and grab your kit bag before all but running into the building to get ready for the first session of the day. Leaving Leah, who hadn’t even turned the ignition off, to sit there bewildered wondering what on earth had just happened. She was used to your cheeky personality chatting her ear off about one topic or another that had caught your interest before running off in search of your shared teammates who were more into pulling pranks on the rest of the team. Not whatever had happened just then. Leah caught the confused eye of Beth who was walking in with Katie McCabe as they were usually your prank pulling counterparts. But after watching you walk into the building without so much as saying hello to them, Leah knew there was something going on with you that was bigger than just the usual teenage hormones. And by the looks of it both Beth and Katie knew it too as they quickly waved over to Leah before silently asking what was wrong, to which Leah just responded with a sigh and a shrug of the shoulders as she watched you disappear into the building, quickly feeling despair wash over her because the truth was.

She truly had no idea how to fix this.

[steddieas-shegoes]

never gonna give you up

for @steddiemicrofic "fake" prompt that needed to include the words: and, around, desert, down, give, gonna, let, never, run, up, you

1987 words | rated e | no cw | tags: modern au, flirting, bisexual steve harrington, handjobs, some platonic stobin, ridiculous and unserious

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"This might be the first time someone's deserted me in the middle of a date," Steve said into the phone.

"You aren't counting that one time Sarah left during the movie?" Robin asked.

"She had a family emergency!" Steve exclaimed.

"Right, and I'm definitely going on a date with a dude later."

"You're saying she didn't have a family emergency?"

Steve remembered that date, remembered how she'd even had tears in her eyes when she said her mom called and she had to run home.

"You're gonna unpack that all night, aren't you?" Robin sighed on the other end. "Steve, just go home. Take a week off from trying to get into some poor woman's pants. Leave some of them for me to get into. I beg you."

"What makes you think they'd come running to you?" Steve looked over at a guy standing at the counter of the diner, clearly trying to pick up his order. From the back, he seemed tall, but that could be the black skinny jeans and boots combo.

"Let me talk to them for one minute and I'll have them convinced."

The guy turned as the woman behind the counter walked to the kitchen, his eyes settling on Steve talking on his cell phone at the table in the corner. It's not like there were many people here on a Monday night, nothing else to look at but Steve awkwardly sitting by himself with two glasses on the table.

The guy started to walk over, and Steve recognized him immediately.

"Gotta go, Robs."

"What? How are you done wallowing already?"

He hung up before she could continue, putting his phone face down on the table.

"Well, well, well. Never thought I'd see the day where Steve Harrington shows back up in Hawkins."

Eddie Munson didn't know shit about Steve, never really had. He thought he did, just like everyone else in high school, but the gossip that followed him around never had much truth to it. He really only had two girlfriends for most of high school, and only one of them was serious enough for him to sleep with.

The sleeping around came after his move to Chicago, when he was constantly surrounded by women who would give him all the attention he wanted.

"Never really thought I'd be back," he said with a genuine smile. Kill them with kindness or whatever his grandmother used to say.

It seemed to throw Eddie off at least, his mouth opening and closing around whatever rebuttal he planned.

"So why are you here? Visiting the parents?" Eddie crossed his arms, leaned his hip against the edge of the table.

"Nah, came to visit Dustin Henderson. Staying for a few more days and thought it would be nice to take someone out. I guess she didn't agree," Steve shrugged.

Eddie glanced down at the empty spot across from him, the glass on the table with half of the drink missing. He looked back at Steve's face.

He sat down across from him and smirked.

"So. Come here often, sunshine?"

Steve snorted, shaking his head as he looked up at Eddie.

"Not as often as I would if I was coming to see you," Steve replied, taking a sip of his drink.

Eddie clearly wasn't expecting him to flirt back. He recovered quickly, though.

"I suppose we could fix that, then, huh?"

Steve looked him up and down, taking in the messy bun his curly hair was pulled into, the pen mark on his cheek, tattoos up and down his arm.

"I suppose we could."

Waking up in Eddie Munson's bed was definitely not what he expected when he arrived in Hawkins two days ago, but stranger things had happened.

He opened his eyes to sunlight streaming in through the curtains and Eddie's warm body pressed against his back.

Neither of them had gotten dressed after their shower last night, too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and cum from hours of making each other come undone.

Steve let himself have this. Eddie would kick him out when he woke up, kindly of course, but he'd make it clear to Steve that this was a one night thing. No matter how good it was, Steve wasn't an idiot. He knew Eddie would never actually be interested in a guy like him.

"Mmm. Stop thinkin' s' loud," Eddie's lips brushed against the back of Steve's neck in a half-kiss, sending a shiver down his spine. "'s too early."

Steve smiled to himself, let Eddie's arms tighten around him and hold him close for a bit longer.

"I should probably head back to the Henderson's. Claudia will be worried if I'm not there for lunch," Steve said quietly.

"Just text Dustin, tell him your date went well."

Steve shouldn't get his hopes up. It's not like he was gonna do long distance, and even if he would be willing, there was no way Eddie would.

"I can't lie to him," Steve felt his heart flip flop in his chest at the admission.

Eddie's head lifted and his breath hit the side of Steve's face instead of his shoulder. "Did it not go well? I thought it- well, I thought it went great, actually."

Steve turned in Eddie's arms, facing him, placing his hands on his chest. "It did go well! It did."

"Okay, then…"

"It's just this wasn't exactly a date, was it? You just felt bad for me, probably wanted to see if the rumors were true."

"What rumors?"

"You know. The ones about me sleeping around, being good with my mouth." Steve's eyes searched Eddie's, looking for any hint of recognition. When none came, he continued. "How I let anyone fuck me on the first date?"

Eddie's brows furrowed. "Is that what people say about you?"

"You don't have to act dumb, Eddie. Some of it's true."

Eddie's hands were rubbing up and down his back, making goosebumps appear on his skin. "You are good with your mouth. That one’s true. The rest though? I never believed any of that shit.”

“Really? Why not?”

Eddie’s hand traced along Steve’s only tattoo, a robin placed just under his collarbone. “Because I never gave much thought to rumors. Lord knows most of the ones about me weren’t true.”

Steve thought about all the rumors he’d heard about Eddie in high school.

Back then, he may have believed some of them, but he had firsthand experience with things getting out of hand.

“You can think what you want, but I brought you back here because I genuinely enjoyed talking to you at the diner. I wouldn’t have slept with you if I wanted to get rid of you. Trust me. I’m not really a one and done guy,” Eddie’s hand cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing along his cheekbone. “If you’re in a rush to go, I can’t stop you. But I think staying in bed with you all morning sounds pretty fuckin’ good.”

Steve’s breath hitched, his heart kicked up in his chest. “You know, I’ve actually never bottomed before last night.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Never?”

Steve shook his head. “Never found anyone I could trust to be gentle.”

“Was I gentle enough? Shit, you should’ve told me. I used spit as lube, Steve! That couldn’t have been comfortable.” Eddie pulled away a few inches, mumbling to himself in a panic.

“Eddie.” Steve tried to get his attention back on him. “Eds.”

Steve shifted forward, his front pressing against Eddie’s, his half-hard cock finding friction against Eddie’s thigh.

They both groaned as Steve rocked against him again.

“Everything was perfect, Eds. Only thing that would make it better is if I get to watch you come again right now," Steve said against his lips, pushing his hips forward so their cocks brushed against each other.

"Fuck, keep doing that and you'll get your wish, sweetheart."

He was sensitive, worked up from the hot breath against his mouth, the tongue brushing against his bottom lip. Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd been this wrapped up in someone, this attentive to the sounds they made, this focused on making sure they both felt good.

The friction was enough on its own to get Steve to the edge, and if Eddie's moans were anything to go off of, he was right there with him.

Steve never felt safe enough to be loud, not until he had Eddie begging him to make noise.

"C'mon, Stevie. Wanna hear how good you feel. Sounds so good when you can't hold it back," Eddie's hand gripped his hip, tugging him closer. They were both leaking precum, dripping down each other's lengths and losing track of where one of them ended and the other began.

Steve couldn't hold it back, didn't want to anyway. Letting Eddie hear how good he felt was a need.

"You gonna come with me, sweetheart?" Eddie gasped out as he wrapped his hand around both of them, slowing his hips to focus on moving his hand, finding the perfect angle and pace to get them both over the edge.

Steve bit his lip and nodded, barely holding back a whimper as Eddie's grip tightened around them.

"Come for me, Stevie."

Eddie's voice had a direct link to Steve's cock, maybe through the hand wrapped around him. Steve came with a shout, curling forward so his forehead fell against Eddie's shoulder.

He was overstimulated, fighting the urge to buck into his hand and pull away at the same time.

Steve pulled his head back to watch as Eddie groaned, cum hitting both of their stomachs as he worked himself through his orgasm.

They both lay there in silence, Eddie's grip loose around them as they both softened. They'd need to clean up before the cum dried in Steve's chest hairs and made them sticky, but moving seemed like an impossible task.

"You live in Chicago now?" Eddie asked suddenly, making Steve jump. He rubbed his cleaner hand on his back in silent apology.

"Yeah," Steve breathed out. "With Robin Buckley. From band?"

"I know Robin. She used to come to my shows before she moved."

"Small world."

Eddie snorted. "Just Hawkins." Eddie sat up, pulling Steve with him. "You know, the guys in my band have been considering moving to Chicago. Think it's a good place for a metal band?"

Steve searched his face for any clues as to what he was really asking. Certainly he didn't expect Steve to know if a metal band would feel at home somewhere.

"I…guess?" Steve answered.

"I'll just text Robin," Eddie wiped his hand on the sheets and reached over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

"Wait. You keep in touch with Robin?" Steve felt like he was being pranked.

"Not as much as I should, but yeah. We caught up last time she visited her parents." Eddie typed on his phone for a moment, then looked up at Steve with a smirk. "Problem with that?"

"No, I'm just kinda shocked she's never really mentioned it." Steve stood up with shaking legs. "I should probably grab a shower and go."

"You normally a runner?" Eddie asked, amused.

"No? Why do you ask?"

"It's just the second time you've been rushing to leave. Thought I told you I wanted you here."

Steve knew what he wanted, and he knew it was too much, too fast, too ridiculous for Eddie to even consider it.

But maybe, if he played his cards right, maybe he could have Eddie for more than today.

"Shower with me?" Steve settled on, pouting his bottom lip out.

"And then?" Eddie pushed.

Steve didn't know what to do, but he knew what he wanted.

"And then we'll go back to the diner and actually eat something together." Eddie nodded, encouraging him to continue. "And then you give me your number."

"For?"

"Planning our next date."

[eldizzle69]

“Sharing a Bed with their Lover”

masterlist

including :: vagastrom

—Alan Mido

•okay uh…. Bro is a little stiff but he’s trying okay

•someone who’s sleeps on his back like a board, unmoving.

•he tries is best to hold you but he’s really scared of hurting you. Like, his hands are filthy with the things they’ve done how can he hold you so gently?

•so basically he lays there while YOU snuggle up to him.

•I see him as a walking heater so just snuggle up and have a good time.

You were sure you've never felt more comfortable in your life. Laid out on your boyfriends chest was the best way to wake up, with one of his arms wrapped around your waist you felt secure. The best thing yet? You got to appreciate your boyfriends sleeping face. Although you always took Alan for an early riser, it seemed he slept in more than he intended. Or at least he was sleeping more than you. "mmm [name]?" called a voiced rasped with sleep. You felt the arm around you tighten and you smiled even more. "Mmm Morning," you hummed and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Morning," he hummed back and closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying the bliss of waking up to you. And the two of you would stay there, wallowing in each others attention and affection.

—Shohei Haizono

•probably one of the best ghoul guys to share a bed with and I take no criticism on that statement.

•Sho definitely sleeps on his back so just snuggle up however you want to.

•also doesn’t move a lot in his sleep so you don’t gotta be worried about that

• keeps on arm wrapped around you at all times. He’ll never admit it but he likes having you close

•might even play with your hair while dozes off

"Senpai," a soft voice called. Groggily you opened your eye only to see a muscular arm. Your back was to Sho, and you hugged his arm with your head on his shoulder. "Mmmm mornin'," you mumbled out and snuggled further into his arm, clearly not ready for the day, and preferring to stay in his arms. Sho hummed back and moved to where his chest pressed against your back. "We gotta get up soon." You groaned and shook your head, "no." "we have to- Did you just bite me?!"

—Leo Kusanagi

•imma suprise myself and say he’s actually the cuddler in this situation

•he’ll give you shit about you wanting to hold him but in reality HE wants to hold you

•if his words deter you from actually cuddling him he’s gonna be pissed

•your like? Super to take his readings as him wanting to cuddle you.

•once you fall asleep he’s wrapped around you for the rest of the night.

You woke up to a heavy pressure on your chest. Looking down you were met with grey locks of hair. Leo laid snuggly on your chest, snoozing away as if he had not a single care in the world. Reaching your hand up you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You had always enjoyed how soft his hair was, and for once you appreciated all the money he spent on different hair products. "I never gave you permission to touch me," Leo snapped, but you couldn't help but laugh at the way he leaned into your touch more as you pulled your hand away. "Yeah, yeah, i get it," you hummed and let him snuggle back into your chest tiredly, soothed by the feeling of your hand in his hair.

[k-ast]

when tartaglia confronts you about a drunken conversation

part 2 to this

tartaglia x gn!reader

mentions of alcohol, bad past relationships, angst, fluff, established relationship, swearing, not proofread

a/n: struggling sm on this

@redninjakitty14rp @indarius @numberonefanfury thought maybe ygs would wanna see this, hope it's up to standards ⁉️

the first thing you notice when you wake up is a warmth along your side, an arm draped over you. your forehead is tucked into the crook of his neck.

the second thing is surprisingly, no pounding headache. what the hell happened last night? you don't want to disturb the peace, but you have to.

the hot mess you were lying on stirs immediately when you shift off of him. the bed creaking when you stand up gives you away even more.

"hey," tartaglia's morning voice mumbles, "come back." half asleep, his arm pats the space beside him, looking for you. "love, where are you going?"

"just to get something to drink, baby," you reply with a twinge of guilt.

he mumbles something along the lines of "wake me up... when... done..." and falls asleep again.

tartaglia must be tired, you realize, he stayed up to pick you up from hu tao's at 2. so you ignore what he said and let him sleep.

the coffee you'd brewed did nothing to help you remember what happened last night. it probably ended with your sweet boyfriend carrying you home.

you sip from your mug slowly, lost in thought.

"morning, bird's nest," you greet him affectionately, standing at the kitchen island.

to get things off your mind, you almost entirely subconsciously made him breakfast, his favorite.

tartaglia runs a hand through his messy ginger hair, making his way to you. "morning, beautiful," he beams, an arm already around your waist.

peppering your cheek and neck with kisses, he says into your skin, "i could've sworn i told you to wake me up. smells amazing, by the way."

you give a laugh and say, "sorry, i thought you deserved to sleep in. you did take me home at an ungodly hour, after all." you take his face in your hands and press your lips to his.

tartaglia can taste the coffee on your tongue, the exact recipe he knows you love. you think he tastes like unbrushed teeth.

when you pull away gently, he chases your lips with his, soft smile guiding his cheeks.

there's something in his eyes, some unfamiliar uncertainty.

"what?" you ask, wallowing in the deep blue.

"i think we should talk. nothing bad!" he says hastily at your quick expression change. "just... some things i'm curious about from last night."

racing thoughts ensue. did you say something stupid? is he mad about you staying too late, who was there at the party, the fact that you went at all? is he finally sick of your shit?

you figured he would be at some point.

"i'm sorry," you blurt, "for whatever-"

"stop," he squeezes his eyes shut, "yn, it's okay. i'm just... curious. basically, i went to pick you up and you didn't recognize me because you were drunk. you accidentally called me gorgeous and wouldn't let me take you home.

"and then you felt bad for calling me gorgeous, because you were worried your boyfriend, me, wouldn't- wouldn't 'allow' that."

"oh."

"i just-" he sighs. "you know there's no such thing as being allowed in this relationship, right? we should've set this straight when we started dating."

"yeah, i- i know that. we did set it straight, i understand. and i-" you cup his cheeks again, "and i love you for that, tag. it's not your fault i get scared."

"yn, why do you keep saying you're scared? you're not supposed to be afraid of something in our relationship." his panicky voice makes you start to panic.

"keep-?"

"yes, last night. said you were scared to ask me if you do something that actually bothers me. and i tried telling you, you don't!"

"okay, tag, we both know that's bullshit," you start shaking your head, "there's gotta be something-"

"okay, yeah, there is." your heart stops as he gestures between the two of you, continuing, "this conversation makes me disgusted, at myself and all your shitty exes."

"they weren't bad people, we were just bad together-"

"and we're not like that," tartaglia cuts in, almost desperate. "you're perfect, and i swear on my life, yn, i'm not like that. please don't be scared of me."

he is so adorable when he is so in love, you think.

"'m not scared of you," you whisper, pressing your foreheads together. "sometimes i get all in my head, and worry you'll leave."

"i'm not gonna leave," your lover says firmly, and he pulls you in to prove it.

"i know," you say, rubbing circles on his neck when he slowly pulls away. "i love you."

he proceeds to absolutely chow down breakfast, giving you two thumbs-ups and a glowing smile. you have no idea why he scarfs it down with so much enthusiasm, but maybe you should make that meal more.

[mooki3-bear]

I Need You pt.2 (paige bueckers x black!reader

Part one <3

Summary: You and Paige finally unite

Warning: Just cursing

word count: 1757

Three months. It’s been three months since me and Paige went on our “break”. 

The first month was the hardest. Just a lot of crying, bargaining, rants, and Chipotle. I sat in my puddle of despair, wondering what Paige was doing.

What she was thinking, hoping the thoughts were about me.

My worst thought was thinking that she had moved on to someone new, or someone that has always been there.

The second month was the month that I told myself to stand the fuck up.

This month had its ups and downs. I moved in with my best friend who welcomed me with open arms. She’s been more than supportive since the very beginning. She comforted me, fed me when I didn’t feel like eating, and took the remote from my hands every time I felt like turning on a UConn game (I'm healing slowly but surely).

I even picked up a hobby! I started taking a ballet class to keep my mind off of things! My bleeding feet are a VERY good distraction.

The third month is when I felt like a new and healed me. My skin was clear, my curls were popping, my body was giving. I felt better.

However, no matter what I did or how much better I thought I was…I can’t get her out of my mind.

“Come on! You’ve been stuck in this house all day! It’s getting sad Mookie” my bestie, Quenlin, says while ripping the blanket from my body.

“My dance class got canceled today and new episodes of my show came out. I just thought I could lay here and wallow all day” I moan while pulling my hoodie over my face. I turn my head to see Quenlin shaking her head.

“Girl, you smell like ten cans of ass and your hair looks a mess. You cannot let this girl get to you like this” She turns to open the curtains.

The blinding light burns my eyes as I wince and pull a pillow over my face. She rolls her eyes as she lays next to me on the bed.

“Let’s go bar hopping tonight! You love that shit” she yells as she shakes my aching body! She wasn’t wrong, bar hopping was probably my favorite activity. I lay there and contemplate whether I should get cute and have fun or lay in the imprint I have made in the bed and cry.

“I’ll buy you Chipotle” and with those four words, I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and was ready to head out the door.

9:30 Pm

Me and quen were on our second bar of the night and I felt alive again. I had flashes of images of Paige in my mind throughout the night but I decided I would deal with that issue when I went home. 

“Girl, can you go order us some drinks? I gotta piss real bad” Quenlin said, doing the potty dance at her grown age. 

“Go ahead, and stop doing that shit” I laugh as she waddles off to the bathroom. I make my way up to the bar and order me and my friend vodka cranberries. 

I twiddled my thumbs waiting for the drinks, when I finally heard it.

“Hey beautiful” My body froze when I heard the voice I had longed for so much but also dreaded hearing. I slowly turned my head to see the beautiful blonde that had been occupying my mind for months.

She looked so good, but also drained.

Words tried so hard to leave my mouth but nothing came out.

“You look good. Like, good. Guess the break up was good to you” She lets out an awkward laugh as I am still in shock but gain the ability to speak.

“Eh. It was ok for me. A lot of crying hehe” I mentally slap myself, who the fuck says that. 

“Yeah, same” She looks down at her feet trying to figure out what to say next.

“Listen, can we talk, please? I wanna fix this. I-”

“Unh Unh! What are you doing here” Quenlin appears from thin air as she jumps in front of me to confront Paige. This breaks me out of my trance as I jump to defend Paige. 

“No, Quen! It’s ok! Me and her are just going to talk outside” I put my hands on my best friend's shoulders to calm her down. She turns to look at me and then back at Paige.

“Fine, but if you try some manipulative shit, it’s me and you” she pokes piage with her finger before walking away. Paige looks back at me “I never liked her. I just want you to know that.”

I laughed as I walked to the door, Paige following close behind. When we get a good distance away from the bar we stop and just look at each other.

I can tell she’s trying to find words to say, I couldn’t find any either.

We stood in silence for a few more minutes before one of us finally spoke.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I made you feel like shit for so many months. You should have been my priority and I didn’t do that” Paige let out a shaky breath before looking down at the ground. I waited for her to continue but….she just stopped.

“Paige…that's not the only reason why I wanted to take a break. Yes, you ignoring me was a big part of it but there was so much more” She finally raises her head to look me timidly in the eyes.

I take a shaky breath before continuing. “It was the petty comments, the constant arguing, and the insecure feeling I always felt” I started choking up on my words, and the memories of me and the girl I love screaming at each other came flooding back.

“I'm sorry! I was just so stressed with basketball, the interviews, and the constant attention that I guess I got stressed” She quickly tried to defend herself, flailing her arms in the air.

“I understand how stressful that could be but…I would've been there for you. I could've listened to your rants, helped you during solo practice, and helped you calm down when you were nervous about an interview…but you shut me out and started bullshit arguments for no reason. I love you so much. I just wanted to help you” I felt a tear roll down my face.

I saw Paige’s face change from defensive to vulnerable in the middle of the conversation.

I let out a sigh as Paige drops her head, tears falling down her pretty face. “Paige, I love you so much. You’re probably the best thing that has happened to me in a long time” I take her hands in mine “but when we have an issue, you can’t just shut me out or brush it off. We need to talk. We need to express ourselves or else it’s just gonna get worse.”

Paige raises her head once more, looking into my brown eyes with her bloodshot blue eyes. “I know…I wanna be better for you baby. I will do anything to make it up to you. I just want things to go back to the way they were” She brings my hand to her lips, placing a tender kiss upon them.

I felt my skin turn hot as her lips connected to my skin, it’s kind of funny how we were together for so long and she still managed to make me nervous.

“I know it seems like an empty promise but I swear I will do everything that I can to make it up to you. I’ll communicate better and I will make sure to do everything that I can to remind you that you're the love of my…I can’t fucking lose you again y/n” she wraps her arms around my body, leaving another kiss on the top of my head.

On instinct, I wrap my arms around her to as I close my eyes to breathe in her perfume.

I was still angry with her but somehow I knew deep down that she was serious about wanting to be better for me. 

She pulls back to look into my eyes before she places an unexpected but loving kiss on my lips. I felt like I was floating on air as my lips touched the ones that they have been craving for three months. With this simple act, she knew that I forgave her 

As we pull away she rests her forehead on mine. 

“Can we just start over please, I miss you so much” Paige giggles while also sniffling. 

I let out a snort as I placed my hand on her cheek “Well we got a long way to go until we are back to the same place but, I think we’ll be ok”.

2 days later

“Ok! I think that’s the last of my shit” I let out a sigh of relief placing the last bit of my clothes back into me and Paige’s shared closet. I fell back into our bed, missing the smell of our sheets. 

I let out a grunt as Paige ran into the room and jumped on top of me. “Jesus Paige! I think you broke one of my ribs” I try to push her off of me as I let out a laugh.

Paige keeps her position on top of me as she puts her face into the crook of my neck. “I'm sorry, baby. I'm just happy you're back” she sighs as she kisses my neck.

“Ew, can yall wait to fuck until after I leave,” Quenlin says as she brings me some more of my stuff in from the car. I laugh as Paige finally rolls off me with a dramatic groan.

I walk over to Quenlin take the box of stuff from her hands and place it on the floor. “Thank you for letting me stay with you,” I say as I hug her.

“Of course, anytime! However, if this shit happens another time me and Paige are gonna have to tussle. You hear me” she yells towards Paige.

“I love you too, Quen” Paige blew a kiss to her.

Quen rolls her eyes before giving me a kiss on the cheek and leaving. 

“Why must y’all fight over me”

“Because you’re the most important thing to us, baby” Paige leaves another kiss on my lips before hopping back onto the shared bed that I will never leave again.

Y'all I am so fuckin sorry this came out so late! But here yall go <3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Stolen Goods 3

Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

You hit the back of the trunk with your fist, the tires put to the limit as the man drives without caution. He's honked several times and screeched to many jarring halts. You're trapped in more than just that compartment, bouncing around with the groceries, you're enshrined in a fervour of fear and despair. 

Why is this happening to you? Who is this man? What is he going to do to you? 

Well, what has he already done? 

“Please, sir, I won't tell anyone,” you beg through the back seat, "please. Just take me back--" 

"Do you like classic rock? Jazz?" He asks as the car swerves and he switches lanes. Holy shoot, is he on the highway?  

"What? Please, I promise--" 

"You're distracting me, sweet stuff, you're gonna get us both pancaked by a sixteen-wheeler," he clucks, "just calm down and enjoy the music." 

He flips on the stereo and the local pop station plays. He hums along for a moment, "Ariana, nice." He turns up the familiar top ten and you whimper. 

This is surreal. You really can't believe it. It all happened so quickly. The way he touched you, the way you just stood there and let it happen, then how he just locked you in here! Who does that? Who lets someone do that? Who doesn't raise her voice and tell him to stop? Or ignore him and get in the car and drive away? 

You. You're stupid. You should have been patient and waited for Jake. You should have done so much differently.  

Your tears spring as easily as ever. Your hormones have you always ready to overflow and now seems as suiting as that cat food commercial. You crumble completely, giving up on begging, and bawl. You're going to die, your baby too. 

Maybe that's your fault too. You were so scared when you saw the positive. When you realised the condom broke. There was that split second you wished it wasn't true. When you hoped that it might undo itself. Then you wanted it. You still do. Your baby. Things aren't perfect but you can make them better. 

You jostle with the paper bags, wallowing in your resignation and dread. Time throttles you until it feels like the whole world is on your chest. You hug your belly and apologise to your child. You're supposed to take care of them. 

When the car stops, the sudden dearth of sound slaps you in the face. You sniffle and listen with breath bated. The driver's side opens and dips. He stands and his footfalls stride undaunted towards the trunk. 

You brace yourself. You can't give up yet. The lock clicks and the lid lifts. You push it up before he can open it all the way but he has his hand on your neck before you can leap out. 

"Oh, baby cakes," he squeezes and you cough, "you don't think I'm that stupid, do you?" 

The dimming sky shrouds his figure and he puts cold metal to your cheek, "you don't wanna get yourself hurt. Or the kid, huh?" He presses the metal barrel firmly to your temple, "I don't wanna hurt you either but you gotta give a little." 

"S-sorry," you choke out and latch onto his thick wrist, teetering on your knees as the rest against the edge of the trunk, "I---I--" 

"I know, baby. You're scared. Change is terrifying but I heard you talking to the deadbeat," he pulls the gun away and holsters it. He eases you forward and helps you put your feet to the ground. He keeps a strong hold on you, "you can do better." He smirks, "hi, I'm better, but you can call me Lloyd." 

You gape at him. Is that a joke? 

“And you are...” he enunciates your name. “Sorry about your purse, I tossed it some ditch, but I got the important shit out of it.” 

“Huh?” You blink at him dumbly. 

“Phone’s wiped too. So, I’ll probably just break that down for parts--” 

“Wait, what? Why—please, why are you doing this?” 

“I’m not too sure myself, shortcake, but we’ll figure it out.”  

He slips his hand down to your wrist and pulls you away from the car. He shuts the trunk and the noise echoes off the high ceiling. You look up at the interior of the garage. Several cars are parked in the space. What kind of place is this? 

“Come on, you don’t wanna hang out in here,” he snorts and tugs you to follow him. 

All you can do is let him guide you. You keep your free hand on your stomach as your eyes burn. You can’t give up. You have to keep going for your baby. 

He takes you up a short set of steps and into a house just as colossal as the garage. He looks down at your feet as you stand on the mat. He tuts. Your slides were lost somewhere in your struggle. Your feet are cold and dirty. 

“Hm, well... what now?” He asks. 

“What now?” You squeak. “What do you--” 

“Look, honey buns, I’m not asking you,” he turns and keeps his hand around your wrist, walking you forward as if you’re on a leash. 

You’re confused. What does he mean? He doesn’t even know what he’s doing. What kind of man just does this spontaneously? 

“Erm, Lloyd,” you say softly, “it’s... not too late to take me back.” 

“Ah, but you’re wrong, sweet stuff. It’s way too late,” he snickers. “I scrubbed the traffic cams and the surveillance at the grocery store. It’s all gone. You’re gone.” He stops you in a bright foyer and faces you, “I don’t give my toys back.” 

[cosmiclily]

.ᐟ chapter four: i don’t wanna talk to you anymore

wc: 1.1k

cw: drinking, self loathing, angst (!!!)

After my sixth drink of the night, I decided it was time to look for Vi. Maybe the alcohol surging through my veins would finally give me the courage to do something about these stupid feelings that had been plaguing me for nearly five years.

God, get a grip on yourself.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just tired of wallowing in self-pity, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to say something.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna go look for Vi,” I said, turning to Jinx and Ekko. My voice was steadier than I expected. “I’ll probably regret this tomorrow, but I really need to get some things off my chest.”

Ekko frowned, concern etched on his face. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said cautiously.

Jinx, already slurring her words, waved him off. “Babe, she’s gotta live a little,” she said, her head resting on Ekko’s shoulder. “If I hadn’t made a move, we wouldn’t even be together right now!”

Ekko sighed, clearly torn, but finally shrugged. “Fine, but don’t come yelling at me tomorrow because I let you do this.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned and started searching for Vi.

First, I checked the front yard. Then the bathrooms. With her nowhere to be found, my nerves ramped up. By the time I reached the stairs, my hands were sweating, the push and pull from the people making me even more nervous. The only thing upstairs were the bedrooms. I hesitated, knowing how bad this could go, but pushed forward.

What if she was up here? What if she wasn’t? What if I found her doing something that would certainly hurt me?

I reached the first door on the right and, with a shaky breath, pushed it open.

And there it was.

A dark blue haired girl sitting on Vi’s lap, their lips locked in a kiss that left no room for interpretation. Vi’s hands gripped the girl’s ass, holding her close, her movements confident and natural.

They didn’t even notice me at first, too engrossed in each other to care. But when the door creaked, Vi glanced up, her eyes meeting mine for half a second before the realization dawned on her.

“Y/—” she started, her voice tinged with surprise, but I didn’t wait to hear the rest.

“Oh, I’m sorry” I mumbled, quickly closing the door before either of them could say anything else.

The image burned in my mind, and I felt the tears welling up almost instantly. My chest tightened, my stomach twisted, and I swallowed hard, trying to keep it together as I stumbled back down the stairs, pushing through the intoxicated bodies.

“You were right. I’m going home,” I said in a rush to Ekko, grabbing the drink he was holding and downing it in one go. The alcohol barely registered anymore. “If Vi asks—and she probably won’t because she’s very busy right now—just tell her I wasn’t feeling well and left.”

Jinx and Ekko stared at me, clearly confused and concerned, but I didn’t have the energy to explain. Not now.

“I’ll text you when I get home” I said over my shoulder as I shoved my way out the door.

The cold night air hit me like a slap, but it did nothing to ease the ache in my chest. My mind raced with the memory of Vi on that balcony earlier, the way she’d looked at me, the softness in her voice. How could I have been so stupid?

I thought it meant something. I thought she felt it too. But of course not. Why would she, when she could have anyone she wanted?

And yet, for some ridiculous, naive reason, I’d thought she might choose me.

The walk home felt like an eternity as i tried to keep the tears at bay. By the time I reached the elevator, my chest ached from holding everything in. When the doors opened to my floor, I trudged down the hallway, my feet dragging like weights, and unlocked the door to our apartment.

The moment I stepped inside, the familiar smell of her cologne hit me like a punch to the gut. My eyes landed on the crooked band poster she’d insisted on hanging in the living room. The lead singer, with his smug grin, seemed to mock me as I stood there, crumbling under the weight of feelings I couldn’t seem to escape.

Everything here screamed Vi. The way the cushions on the couch were slightly askew from her sprawling earlier. The hoodie she’d left draped over the armrest. Even the half-empty cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, forgotten in her rush to get ready for the party, felt like a cruel reminder of her.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, after sending a quick text to Ekko —assuming Jinx would be out cold by now, turned the shower to the coldest setting, and stepped in. The icy water shocked my skin, but it didn’t numb the pain I felt inside. I let the water fall over me, hoping it would wash away the hurt, the jealousy, the overwhelming sense of failure. It didn’t.

After what felt like hours, I climbed out of the shower, dried off, and collapsed onto my bed. The sheets felt suffocating.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, it hit me: I felt like I was in high school all over again. Back then, I’d watch Vi flirt with girls, her confidence magnetic, while I sat on the sidelines, pretending it didn’t bother me. I’d convinced myself then that it was just a phase, that I’d get over it.

But I never did.

Vi is single. She’s free to do whatever—or whoever—she wants. I know that. I know that. But even so, I can’t help but hate her a little right now. Hate the way she makes it impossible to move on. Hate the way she takes care of me, so effortlessly kind, as if it’s nothing. Hate the way she looks at me sometimes, like I’m the most important person in her world, only to turn around and kiss someone else like it’s nothing.

Would it cost her so much to stop being so… her?

Would it hurt her to stop looking at me with those soft eyes, or to stop teasing me in ways that leave my heart fluttering?

If she could just stop being Vi, maybe—just maybe—I’d finally be able to let her go.

As i fall asleep I keep thinking how this time I will get over her, whatever it takes, I can’t keep hurting myself or threatening our friendship this way.

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notes: reader is a whiny little baby yk guys 😭 but i kinda like her not gonna lie, i would cry too if i saw violet kissing other girls when she should be kissing me !! she’s so real for that

finished watching slocg today great show and renee rapp is in it (and ruby cruz as well but she only shows up for like 5 seconds)

[devils-dares]

Super self indulgent buttt could I get some Carmy Fluff ! Maybe reader calls Carmy over for help with cleaning their apartment/needing help cooking due to executive function issues !! Or vise verse :)

thanks for getting me out of my slump, wrote this in one night :)

wordcount: 721

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You looked at the pile of laundry in the corner of your bedroom. Blinds closed, dirty sheets, cups and plates stacked in haphazard piles.

You haven’t taken care of yourself in days, evidence of it lay in the pimples that mar your face, and the smell of the perfume you wore into the office going rotten on your skin.

It’s time to call in the big guns, you think.

A phone call and fifteen minutes later, you hear clattering around your apartment. You sink further into your bed, embarrassment heating your cheeks, turning you red. A few windows open, and the chime of the washer rings across the apartment. You hear grumbling and movement in your kitchen, he’s looking for the lighter, the starter went out in the stove and you didn’t call to get it fixed yet. The pot scrapes against the metal grates of your stove, and you hear ingredients plonk into the water, he must be making a stew. The floor creaks under the weight of his steps, and he knocks on the door before he enters.

“Hey, Birdie.” Carmy says softly, seeing your back to the door. He straightens out piles of laundry and opens the shades just a little so he can get some light in. “Gonna warm the shower, then I’ll come get ya.” He leaves, and the pipes creak loudly before the showerhead shoots hot water.

He walks over to the kitchen to check the stew before coming to get you. He comes around the other side of the bed and smiles at you, brushing your matted hair out of your face. Extending his hand, Carmy waits for you to take it. The smile grows into a soft grin as your fingers tangle with his, and he pulls you out of bed.

“Look at ya, Birdie. So pretty.” You know he’s a liar, and he’s probably fighting off the recoil from your stench, but he lets nothing slip. You don’t speak, even as he strips you and puts you in the shower himself, or when he sits on the closed toilet lid instead of leaving the bathroom. You don’t dare speak when he tells you about the restaurant, and how he and Syd finally perfected that damn recipe. He doesn’t say anything when you shampoo thrice, or scrub til your body turns red. He doesn’t flinch when you sit under the stream of hot water for a while. He simply grabs your towel from the dryer and wraps you in it before wrapping your wet hair for you. He rubs lotion on your flaky skin and dresses you in soft clothes.

Carmy takes you to the couch, and you notice the first load in the washer is done, the blankets and pillow covers on the couch smelling like clean laundry and scent beads. He stirs the stew and then starts on your bedroom, stripping the mattress of your sheets before throwing those in the washer.

“Stew smells delicious.” You say, breaking your bout of silence since he’s been here. It’s a soft smile you get in return.

“Yeah? Michael’s recipe, called it ‘everything and the kitchen sink’.”

“Thank you, Carm.”

“Always, Birdie.” He clicks on your favorite movie, letting it distract you as he empties the dirty dishes from your room. You’re completely encapsulated in the film when he sits down next to you again, right in time for the ending. You lean forward in your seat, moving your mouth to the words said on-screen.

Carmy smiles. Your sheets were clean, clothes were in the wash. You’d showered and now you’d be eating soon. He did his job, and now he was going to dote on you relentlessly.

“You gotta go back?” You ask quietly, and he shakes his head.

“Syd and Richie can handle it. Marcus made these beautiful cakes, said he wants you ‘round to taste ‘em soon.” He says, making sure you’re thinking about the future and not wallowing in your current thoughts.

“I’ll be by.” You smile, and he can finally have some relief, you’re back in some capacity.

“I’ll tell him. Stew?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Here, just a little longer.” You say, shifting to lay against him. The tips of his fingers get that excited tingle in them.

“Long as you need, Birdie. I’m here.”

[problem-prone]

Since both of his brothers were recovering from the flu, it was only a matter of time before Darry would fall victim to the virus. 

He was woken up the next morning by a fierce pounding in his head and a throat that felt as if he had been gargling glass in his sleep. “Shit,” he whispered into the quiet of his room. He wanted to stay in bed, just curl up under the covers and wallow in his misery. As much as he dreaded it, he had to get up and go to work, considering he had already taken a week off to care for Ponyboy and Soda. 

With a groan, Darry pushes himself out of bed. The ground seems to sway under him, and it takes all of his might to stay standing. He shakes off the dizziness and begins getting dressed for work. After what seems like an eternity, he sits to put on his work boots and then heaves himself up to go make breakfast. 

Darry opens his door and sees Ponyboy and Soda at the kitchen table, with Pony working on the assignments he had missed the week. Soda looks up and sees Darry standing in the hallway. “I made breakfast,” he says, holding out a plate towards Darry. Darry could feel his stomach lurch and he swallowed down a gag. 

Darry shook his head and grabbed his keys and wallet from beside the door. “I’m not hungry Pepsi,” he says, “plus I gotta get on to work.” His throat screams in pain with his words, and the roughness of his voice has him suppressing a flinch.  

Ponyboy looked up from his homework and furrowed his brows. Soda tilts his head, a confused look in his eyes. “Darry it's Sunday, your day off,” Ponyboy replies with a questioning tone. Sighing, Darry sets his stuff down and walks over to the couch where he promptly collapses. “You look like shit, just so you know.” Darry wasn’t sure when his little brother had made his way over to the couch, or how long he had been standing over him before he spoke. He also wasn’t sure when the room had started spinning. 

Soda comes over and perches on the end of the couch where Darry’s head is. He gently places his hand on Darry’s forehead, smoothing his hair back like their Mama used to do. Darry sighs at the coolness of Soda’s palm and whines a little when he pulls his hand back. “He’s right Dar and you’ve got a fever. Looks like the mighty have fallen.” Soda’s attempt at a joke falls flat as Darry squeezes his eyes tight in response to his heartbeat thumping in his ears. 

He lets out a small whine and rolls over onto his side. Usually, he wouldn’t let anyone in on how bad he felt, especially not his brothers. But between the deep-seated aching in his bones and the fever-driven malaise he couldn’t stop himself from acting a little pathetic. At some point in his feeling sorry for himself, a hand found its way into his hair and was scratching at his scalp. Ponyboy walked to the other end of the couch, lifting Darry’s legs before gently setting them in his lap. “Sleep, you need it,” Pony says as he begins to massage Darry’s calves. 

Darry shook his head and tried to sit up, but a hand pushing on his chest stops him. “Y’all are still gettin’ over this, need to take care of y’all.” 

“We’re both fine, let us take care of you for once Dar,” Soda says as he resumes running his fingers through Darry’s hair, which makes him sigh contently. He lets himself relax into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Now you’re gonna get some sleep then I’ll make you some soup, how about that?”

The corners of Darry’s mouth quirk up into a small smile, the fingers playing with the strands of his hair making it hard to focus on what is being said. “Yeah sounds good,” he replied before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

[qinche-cvmslvt]

Metafiction

Pt 5

Content Warning: NSFW, 21+, Smut, Angry Sylus, makeup sex, this chapter is just one giant sex scene.

A/N: Well that took a turn we weren’t expecting..or deep down did we know that that’s how things were going to go? And was that Xavier? Hmm, who knows..guess we just gotta keep reading then hey?

“They were after you…and your evol.”

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Sylus’ words stuck in your mind over the next several days.

What the hell does this all mean? Why do you have an Evol? None of this makes sense. None of this made sense in the first place but this? This was just getting too strange for you.

But you can’t deny what happened. What you saw. Everything just feels like its collapsing around you.

The worst part was you’re not even that sad that you almost died.

Right now you were curled up in bed crying again because you felt betrayed. You felt used and stupid for letting yourself enjoy your day with him.

You were just starting to accept that maybe you did have feelings other than hatred towards Sylus.

But now you’re back to square one.

The door to the bedroom opens and Sylus walks in, he approaches the bed and is standing next to you.

“Time to get up.”

You don’t move, don’t even look at him.

“No.” You say softly.

“Get up.” He pulls the blanket off you.

You still don’t react.

“No.”

Sylus’ jaw clenches.

“You’ve been wallowing in this bed for a week now. Get up.”

“How about you just fuck off and leave me alone?”

Sylus grabs your arm and pulls you up.

“Let go!” You start hitting at his arm.

“Look at me!” Sylus commands.

You shake your head and grab at his arm and start digging your nails in trying to break the skin.

“What are you a cat?”

“Let me go!”

Sylus starts pulling you to the bedroom door.

“Sylus let go!”

A teal light shines and Sylus is flung out of the room.

You stand there horrified looking at your trembling hands..

what..the..fuck?

Black red mist starts seeping in and before you can react your hands are bound together.

Sylus steps through the door rubbing his shoulder.

“Seems you need a lesson on how to control that thing.”

“Sylus! Release me!” You try wriggling your wrists free but you can’t.

Sylus just grabs your bound wrists and takes you through the compound.

You protested every step of the way. You even drop to the floor but Sylus just picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.

You try to punch at his back but with how your hands are bound you just can’t get the force you need.

He takes you to a room that has a massive table in the middle, food was placed all around the table. A couch was off to the side and more books were placed on shelves on all the walls.

He sits you down at the table. Keeping your hands bound.

“What are you doing Sylus?!”

Sylus pulls up a seat and sits next to you. He grabs a fork and puts a bit of pasta on it. He holds it up near your face.

“Open up.”

That’s when you do something you never thought you would. You spat. You spat at Sylus.

For a moment he’s stunned. But that faded quick as his eyes glowed a dangerous red. His brows furrowed.

His hand goes to the back of you head and pulls your hair.

“Are you really this stupid?!”

“For trusting you? Yes!”

Sylus swipes at the table sending all the plates of food flying off.

“Don’t you see we’re one step closer to having all the answers?!” He forces you bent over the table. Pressing his body against yours.

“Why are you being so hostile towards me?!” He yelled.

“You used me! You tricked me!”

He scowls. Pulling you back to sit you down on your chair.

“How? Hmm? I never said why we were going out! You assumed it was something more!”

You can’t help it but a mixture of frustrated, angry and broken tears start falling down your face.

“Fuck you!” You sob.

“Fuck me huh?!”

Sylus pulls you so that you’re sitting on the chair with him straddling him.

He forces your head down and captures you in a kiss, you try to pull away but his grip on your hair is keeping you in place.

He keeps kissing you, his free hand holding onto your hip tightly. You start hitting his chest but he wasn’t relenting.

You start sobbing again in between kisses. The hand pulling on your hair comes down to your cheek and starts wiping away the tears.

“Why don’t you show a little gratitude hm?”

Sylus keeps his hand on your face, keeping you close to his.

“For what?!”

“I have been trying to help you this entire time. Trying to find a way to get you back home.”

You feel a pang in your chest and try to pull away but Sylus keeps you steady and flush ontop of him.

“You’ve done nothing but keep me captive, manipulate me and assault me since I’ve been here!”

Sylus frowns, a dangerous look on his face…mixed with a bit of..guilt? Pain? You weren’t quite sure..

His grip on your hip tightens and a heavy silence falls between you.

His glistening red orbs glare into yours and you feel a shiver creep down your spine. What was he going to do to you?

He lets out a heavy sigh and rests his forehead on your shoulder. Both hands on your hips and you just listen to him breathing against you.

After a moment his arms wrap around you and presses your bodies together in a hug.

Your body stiffens and you hold your breath. This was not what you expected.

“You make me so fucking angry.” He finally murmurs. His voice low and you can feel his chest rumble.

You can feel his erection starting to grow between your legs. His hands go back to your hips as he sits back and pulls your pelvis tight against his, grinding you against his hardening length.

You look away trying so hard not to give away how fucking good that felt. How it was making your cunt ache with need. But Sylus can feel it. He can feel the heat radiating there.

The red and black tendrils that were binding your wrists together vanish. Sylus’ hands grab your bottom as he stands up. The sudden movement forces you to hold onto his shoulders for support. You still refuse to look at him though.

He starts walking over to the couch.

“You literally come crashing into my world, my life..”

He sits down on the couch. Keeping you on top of him. His hands pulling at the hem of your nightgown and sliding it up your body.

“Challenging me, defying me..” he secures a hand on your hip again while the other travels up your back and grabs the back of your neck.

Forcing you to turn your gaze back to him. Your faces so close you can feel his breath on your lips.

“Making me burn for you…”

Your breath quickens, your hands still holding onto his shoulders. He captures your lips with his again but you don’t fight it this time, you lean into it. Accepting his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the way he gently bites at your bottom lip. A sweet melody of breathy moans escape you and you start rolling your hips slowly. Feeling Sylus’ restrained erection slowly rubbing against your aching, needy pussy.

Sylus lets out a deep groan and holds you tighter. His mouth starts trailing down your jaw line and neck, kissing nibbling, licking, tasting your sweet salty skin.

You should stop this. Stop this cycle of arguing which leads to fucking. You know deep down none of this is going to be a happy ending for either of you y/n.

You tilt your head to the side, giving him more of your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth forming a small ‘o’ as more sweet moans leave your lips.

But you don’t stop it. You can’t. You need this. You need him. In every possible way.

“I’ve ached for you.. ever since I first touched you..” you feel him murmur against your neck. He drags his tongue up your neck till he gets to a spot just under your ear lobe and gently bites you.

“Ngh..” that made your whole body quiver. Especially your cunt and you can’t help yourself grinding against him again.

“Stand up.”

He releases his hold on you and you pull yourself off him. Standing between his legs.

“Take off your clothes..” he whispers.

His own hands starting to unbutton his shirt. You pull your night gown off over your body and let it fall to the floor next to you.

Sylus’ eyes look you up and down as he discards his shirt. Now unbuckling his belt so that he can get rid of his restricting pants.

“Panties too..” he commands and you oblige. Pulling them slowly down your thighs while he pulls his own pants and boxers down and kicks them off from around his ankles.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You’re seeing Sylus completely naked for the first time. You take in the glorious sight. His hard muscles and tan skin, broad shoulders and chest. You can feel your arousal starting to leak out of you as you finally take in the sight of his large throbbing cock. Erect for you.

“Come here..”

You mount Sylus, thighs spread either side of him. His hands on your waist holding you up. Your hands gripping his shoulders.

He’s looking up at you, his breath heavy but you’re the same. Searching his eyes, for something.

“It’s an ache I can’t seem to resist…” he kisses you once more and at the same time he’s rubbing your slick folds on the head of his cock. Teasing your entrance.

“Sylus..” you moan against his lips.

Why was he saying all this? Why doesn’t he just throw you down and take you like he usually does?

“Fuck.. the way you moan my name..” he slowly starts to press himself into you. Your hole still tight from the lack of foreplay.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you whimper at the feeling of him stretching you.

“I think about that sweet sound every second… every day.” He groans out.

Sliding deeper into you, feeling your hot, wet walls relaxing the deeper he goes.

Once he’s all the way in he pauses, just letting his cock throb inside you, feeling your muscles quiver momentarily around him.

He pulls his face back, looking into your eyes.

“I want to watch you fuck me.”

Your face goes red. “What?” You whisper.

He slides his hands down from waist to your hips. Gripping you tightly. He slowly rolls his hips and the pressure it puts deep inside you makes you moan out.

“I want to look at your face while you fuck me.” He repeats. His voice low and dripping with lust.

You bite your lip and look into his red lust filled eyes. You move your hands to the side of his neck and start with rolling your hips up and down, side to side.. trying to loosen yourself up around him.

Sylus’ face twists in pleasure and he lets out a breathy moan. You felt exquisite doing that.

You start lifting yourself up and down nice and slowly until you find a steady rhythm.

“F-fuck..” you whisper. His cock just feels so perfect in you. The way your pussy drags up and down his girthy length just makes you want to scream in pleasure. Sylus feels the same way. He grips your hips even tighter now. Definitely going to leave bruises.

The wet noises and squelching of your pussy fill the room. Combined with the sounds of yours and his moans and grunts. It creates a filthy symphony of pleasure and desire.

Sylus starts to match your rhythm, bucking his hips up.

“Hah.. tell me..” his eyes still very much on yours.

“Do you still..hate me..?” His voice breathless.

You feel yourself moving faster, desperate..

“Mn..y-yes..” you moan.

A small smirk appears on Sylus’ face. He starts thrusting up into you, harder, faster.

“F-fuck..yes!yes! I still hate you!”

You’re trying desperately to match his impressive speed. Slamming yourself down on him. Sylus growls and moans.

“You look so beautiful like this..!”

Your hands grip the back of his head pulling his hair. You come crashing down on his lips. Swallowing each others moans.

“Are you gonna fucking cum for me?” He growls against your lips.

Just when you thought he couldn’t get any faster, he does, slamming himself into you. Reaching that precious spot that will be your undoing.

“F..yes! I’m…gonna cum!” You cry out struggling to speak.

That familiar fluttering feeling builds in your core.

He bites your bottom lip. “Fuck you’re getting so tight..”

“Oh god..S.Sylus!” You scream out. Your whole body tightens. Your grip on his hair so tightly, threatening to rip chunks out.

“I’m cumming !” He holds you tighter against him but he doesn’t stop thrusting into you. Your hot wet walls gushing around him, vibrating and squeezing him.

“Fuck!”

Before you can comprehend anything Sylus has flipped your positions. He’s laid you down on the couch and threw your legs over his shoulders. You didn’t even feel his cock leave you.

He fucks into you deeper than before sending you into over stimulation.

“S-sylus..stop..” you whimper. Your legs shaking.

But he doesn’t, he can’t. Wet slapping noises driving him into an erotic frenzy.

Tears spilling down your cheeks as you’re filled with a pleasurable pain from his raw, animalistic fucking.

Sylus slows down for a moment and wipes the tears off your cheek?

“Are you okay?” He breathes heavily.

The show of concern melts your heart and you nod.

He picks up his speed and roughness again, enjoying the way you’re absolutely wrecked under him.

You feel it again, you’re approaching the edge of having another fucking orgasm.

Sylus feels it. Your hot, wet walls constricting him, sucking him in. He moans so loud for you.

You throw your head back, your eyes rolling back into your head. Mouth open. Your whole body trembles as wave after wave hits you. You’re screaming out Sylus’ name repeatedly.

“Fuccckkk!” Sylus stills as he cums hard and deep in you.

His thick seed coating your insides. He shudders with every spurt of cum that gets released.

You think you hear him whimper for a second but honestly you can’t tell. Your mind is in a fucking state of total euphoria that you can’t even remember your own name.

Sylus pulls his spent cock out of your wrecked, tender pussy. He eases your legs down and collapses beside you on the couch.

Both of you breathing so heavy as if you’ve run a marathon.

He gathers you up in his arms, holding you as close as possible to him, despite being drenched in sweat. Your legs tangled together in a sticky mess. You can feel the mixture of his cum and your pussy juices seeping out of you, dripping onto the couch.

But you two don’t move, you stay in this embrace.

Sylus is absentmindedly drawing shapes on your arm. His eyes closed and he’s humming a soft tune.

“Sylus..?” You call to him softly.

“Hmm?” His hum was so low and filled with bass.

He doesn’t stop his little humming tune as he waits for you to keep speaking.

You nestle in closer to him and decide you just want to stay in this moment a little longer. He gives you a little comforting squeeze. And not before long you hear his breathing steady.

He’s fallen asleep. You can’t help but smile a little.

And as if his sleeping form was contagious, you feel your own eyes growing heavy. You fall asleep listening to the sounds of his breathing.

I think we need a cold shower after this one y/n…

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[thezombieprostitute]

Lloyd Hanson - Soulmate AU

A/N: I swear, I tried to ignore him but that only made things worse. @alicedopey didn't help!

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: Reader is kidnapped. Smut. Sub/Dom dynamics vs Dub Con?

The bag is removed from your head and you're finally able to get a look at your surroundings. It's a dark room with one light above the table. It looks like one of those police interrogation rooms in TV shows. The duct tape is ripped from your mouth and you hiss from the pain. You test the bonds around your wrists, tied behind your back, but they're too secure to wiggle out of.

The chair across from you is abruptly pulled back and you're face to face with a tall, broad, blue eyed man with a porn mustache. He's smiling at you. You say nothing, letting your confusion show on your face. He rolls up his shirt sleeve and you see his soulmate tattoo. It's an exact match for yours.

"You couldn't have just bought me a coffee," you ask, trying to keep from snapping.

"Sweetheart," he coos, "you're my soulmate. I have to get you used to what the rest of your life is going to be."

You raise an eyebrow at that, "I'm going to constantly be kidnapped and talk with over-the-top idiots?"

He laughs at your comeback, "not quite. But I do have a lot of enemies and I gotta make sure my soulmate doesn't panic, cry and rat me out if they get picked up." He leans forward and rests his arms on the table. "And I gotta say, you are a champ!"

"I'm good at getting kidnapped," you deadpan. "What a wonderful compliment."

"Not easily scared, sassy and sarcastic," he croons. "You really are my soulmate." He winks and you roll your eyes.

"How did you find me," you ask. "I rarely, if ever, let my soulmate tattoo show."

"Someone used a rare photo of your mark to draw me in," he admits. "Imagine my surprise when it was someone trying to kill me."

"And from there you were able to find me," you nod. "Any chance of untying me, now that you know I'm not trying to kill you?"

"I dunno," he leers, "I'm kinda getting hard at the thought of you being so helpless to stop me."

"I swear to whatever deity will listen, I can and will bite you. Literally and metaphorically."

"Metaphorically?"

"The reason you like me being tied up is because your limp dick needs to feel like it's actually capable of leaving some kind of imprint."

"Ouch!" He moves his hand over his heart, "you weren't kidding, Sunshine. That really hurt!" He leaned forward even more, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "do it again."

"The only reason you don't shave your mustache is because you enjoy getting looks from people because you're a needy man-baby who needs the attention."

"Ooooh, that feels so good," he leans back, chuckling. He makes a motion and someone comes up behind you and undoes your bindings.

"Thank you," you nod, rubbing your wrists.

"Ah, I was wondering where the niceness was." You raise your eyebrow again, silently asking him what he meant. "You work with people a lot and always get such glowing customer service reviews. That means you can at least pretend to be nice. But when I dig further, I find that you're a good neighbor who helps the old lady carry in her groceries. Helps the kiddies with their homework. All that wholesome stuff."

"I have social skills," you retort. "Kinda required for the job."

"You don't have a job anymore." You don't try to hide your surprise at that statement. His tone goes stern for the first time, "I can't have my soulmate wasting her time on other people. All of that goodness you do for others? You're gonna do it for me and only me from now on. I get to be the only outlet for your kindness and you're gonna pamper me every time I'm home."

“No I'm not.”

“Excuse you? I don’t see that you have much of a choice here Sweetie.”

“Not my fault you lack the imagination to see my options.” 

“Your options are to either tend to my every want and need or wallow in a basement on starvation rations.” You smile at him and enjoy the momentary drop in his confidence. “You will give me everything I want. In return, I’ll give you everything money can buy.” You throw your head back and laugh at that. He’s squirming a little, wondering what the hell is going on.

“You can have my submission when you earn it,” you coo. “And you don’t earn it by buying it.” You lean forward, putting yourself in his personal space. 

“What the hell is going on?”

You roll up your sleeve to show Lloyd the matching soulmate tattoo and put your arm next to his. At the first touch of your hand, you both feel the electricity that confirms the two halves have met. You reach out and gently rub his cheek with your hand and he leans into it, gently moaning before he catches himself. 

“You see, even though I don’t know your name, I can see right through you. Your reactions to my snipes and my politeness were quite telling. You do crave attention but you’ve only ever been good at getting negative attention. A soulmate could give you that positive attention you long for. Why else would you actually come looking for me? You could keep up that attention seeking behaviour without involving me but you put yourself at risk for the chance at meeting someone who might be kind to you. Who might like you, if only because they have to.”

“My name is Lloyd,” he grumbles.

“Thank you, Lloyd. I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but you definitely started on the wrong foot.” 

He goes silent but he doesn’t stop your hand rubbing his cheek. He wants to be angry at you. He wants to follow through on his display of force. But he can’t do that. He makes another hand motion and a door opens. He stands up, comes around the table and lifts you up out of your chair. 

“I don’t appreciate not being in control, Sweetheart,” he growls at you. “I may want all of your affection but I will not hesitate to use force if you try to take control from me ever again.”

“As I said, you can have my submission when you’ve earned it.”

“And how do I do that? You turned down my offer of everything money can buy.”

“Treat me like a queen or goddess, not a pet.”

Lloyd takes a deep breath and starts walking towards the door, taking you with him. You manage to keep pace as he leads you through several hallways, up some stairs and finally emerging into, what you can easily assume to be, a mansion. He doesn’t stop to let you take too close of a look. He leads up the wide staircase, to a set of double doors. He pushes them open and you see a giant, canopy bed. You also see things that, while you can’t name them, you're pretty sure they’re meant for BDSM activities. 

He pulls you towards him, wrapping you in his arms, and forces your face up to look at him. “You’re not the only one who can read people, Sweetheart,” he purrs. “You enjoy being a bratty, submissive slut. You want someone who can properly dominate you, satisfy that craving your cunt aches for.”

He walks you to the bed as he keeps talking, “you always tried to hide your tattoo because it was your one rebellion against a world that makes you feel helpless. You are kind to your neighbors because you’re too stubborn to let your customer service job kill your soul.”

He pushes you onto all fours on the bed and smacks your ass. “And your unusual calm at being kidnapped? You expect the world to fuck you over.” He smacks your ass again and you bite back a moan. “You expect things to be out of your control so you don’t sweat it when you’re proven right.” He smacks your ass a few more times and you can’t stop the moan that escapes you. As soon as he hears it he chuckles. “You don’t want to be treated like a pet? Fine.” He spanks you again. “But I won’t treat you like a goddess or a queen.” Another slap. “I’m gonna treat you like the dirty slut you’ve always wanted to be.” Another slap. “And I’ll make sure you never feel you have to be more than just the cock hungry whore you really are.” 

The spanking continues, hard, fast and painful, until your arms give out. Lloyd reaches his arms around you and pulls you up so that your back is flush against his muscular chest. One hand holds you up by your neck. His other hand reaches under your clothes and smirks at how wet you are. He gathers up some of the slick and starts rubbing circles over your clit. You start whining and gasping at the sensations but you don’t dare move your hips. You’re certain he’ll stop if you do anything he doesn’t tell you to and you don’t want this to stop. 

He whispers in your ear, “so long as you never try to wrestle control from me again, I’ll treat how you really want to be treated.” His fingers move faster and you whimper from how close you are. “Not like a queen or a goddess, no. Not a pet, either.” You’re focused on not moving, trying to make sure that his fingers continue to work their magic. “I’ll treat you like my dirty little slut who will do anything so long as I let her cum.” 

His grip on your neck tightens and he whispers, “cum for me.” Your orgasm hits you harder than you ever thought possible. He keeps his fingers moving as he whispers “such a good slut.” As the ecstasy ebbs your legs start shaking and he lays you down on your back. 

Lloyd licks his fingers and moans appreciatively. He pulls off your pants and underwear, whistling appreciatively at the mess you’ve made of your panties. You try to lift yourself on your elbows but he pushes you back down. “You move when I tell you to, Sweetheart,” he orders, his tone making you whimper. He winks at you, “now let me show you the real reason I keep this mustache.”

[ornii]

Yoo can i request a wenclair x male reader who is a streamer but no one knows about it in the school until Enid saw a fan of reader ask him for a picture

Tier 3 Sub!

Enid Stares hard and intently at the Computer screen as she watches a streamer who rarely shows his face, Wednesday peers into the room.

“You’ve been staring at that computer screen for four hours, as little as I care about your wellbeing it is.. odd for you.” Wednesday started. Enid turned to her, smiling.

“This guys voice is, so beautiful! I can’t see his face though..” Wednesday shook her head.

“I never understood the obsession of others though a screen, and his voice most likely isn’t even—“ Wednesday droned on, until the Streamer saw a request.

“What songs can you mimic?” Good question, I’ve been working on the pitch for d4vd, like this” he clears his throat and effortlessly hits the right notes.

“Watch the sunrise along the coast / As we're both getting old / I can't describe what I'm feeling / And all I know is we're going home / So, please don't let me go / Don't let me go~

And if it's right, I don't care how long it takes / As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face / Save your tears, it'll be okay / All I know is you're here with me~ “

“I still gotta work on the pitch.” He awkwardly laughs, Wednesday and Enid are both now staring at the screen. He gets another request from Enid this time.

“Oh, WolfiutUwU2012. Asks if I play and instruments, I do! Let me show if I can.” He adjusts his camera to focus on the wall, as a black guitar was on the shelf, Wednesday noticed the wall and door nearby. It was a boys dorm, and the window showed the Quad at a downward angle.

“I know that room..”

“You know his room?!”

(Y/n) was enjoying his stream as per usual, until there was a scary and frantic knock at his door, “sorry guys gimmie a sec.” He stood up and walked to the door, but not before muting the stream. He opened the door and Wednesday stood there, he tilted his head a bit. “Uh.. Hello?” He said.

“Sing for me again.” She spoke so calmly, which just made (Y/n) uncomfortable. “I-I’m sorry?..”

“Save your tears, I don’t know how but your infectious voice wracked my brain..” Wednesday stepped closer, making (Y/n) retreat back. Enid finally catches up to Wednesday and grabbed her friend by the shoulder

“I am so sorry about—“ Enid looks (Y/n) in the eyes and immediately stopped talking, he looked was carved out of marble by a sculptor, a god.

“My.. friend..” Enid blinked a few times and (Y/n) gave an awkward smile.

“So.. you guys like the stream.”

“Very much.” Wednesday said, “your voice is like a soothing poison in my ears, wallowing me into a enteral slumber.”

“…” (y/n) looked at Enid for help.

“She means she likes it.. sorry for bursting in your room! We’ll leave you alone now! Btw gonna be a tier three sub!” Enid pulls Wednesday out and slams the door shut. (Y/n) shook off his creepy and unironically hilarious that interaction was, he went back to his chair and sat down, the camera aimed slightly down to his chest.

“Sorry about that…” he said, many question marks and “what happened” floods his stream and he laughs. “I met.. two really cool people. Both of them were really cute too..”

He didn’t have to hide his smile, and was having the time of his life, maybe this new streaming thing does have more benefits than he expected.

[criminallyvenomous]

Anytime, Always - Spencer Reid X Reader (part five)

part four story masterlist

•Plot - When Dr. Reid came to speak at your University, you were thrilled. A big-time F.B.I. agent at your own school, how could you resist? Soon, that wasn’t the only thing you couldn’t resist. Random meet ups and nights together were fun at first, but when he started guest lecturing on a regular? That was a whole new experience.

•Ship - Spencer Reid X Reader

•Fandom - Criminal Minds

•Warnings - Age gap (legal consenting adults), Alcohol, Fluff, Eventual smut, Pining, and of course a warning you might fall for Spence even harder post reading)

•Word Count - 807

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You hopped onto the bed and pulled out your food, handing Spencer his as he sat next to you.

“Wait, what are your socks?” You asked, sitting up.

“Penguins. I like to add a little light to my days.” He placed his food onto the nightstand and turned to put his foot near you.

“Cute, but get those dogs out of my face.” You laughed.

“Dogs?” He asked, putting his leg back down and sitting up to grab his dinner.

“Yeah, feet? Dogs? Don’t tell me you’ve never heard that.”

“Gotta say I haven’t.” He admitted and you laughed.

Man, he had to take a few more weekends off, this was great. He tried to remove some of the pressure, like Derek suggested, and it felt nice not trying so hard with you. He felt like he could be himself. He liked that you were yourself with him too. You were a little shy at times, but still more confident than he was on any day of the week. Other than at his job, which he had completely forgotten about with all of the spare room in his brain going towards being with you.

“Do you think we could try watching that Parks and Recreation show again?” He asked as you looked through the apps on the hotel’s smart T.V., ruling against cable.

“Spencer Reid, are you actually asking to watch a T.V. show?” You teased,

searching for it on the screen.

“What can I say? You’re rubbing off on me.”

The two of you were watching an episode about the miniature horse, Li’l Sebastian while you ate your dinner and drank some wine. It was a great date, Spencer went over some brief history on the usage of tofu and you in turn put a bite of it into his mouth to stop the tofu talk.

“Jokes on you, It’s delicious.”

The food was good, so was the wine, but the atmosphere and ambiance were fantastic. Spencer was fantastic. It was cute to watch the strong and intelligent man snort at a dumb joke in a show. It was hot when he drank wine, just the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. It was sweet when he looked right at you and told you something you wanted to hear.

“Theophrastus said ‘time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.’ I’m glad I spent it with you.” He spilled quotes out of his brain as if it were water falling out of a faucet. His easiness in complimenting you brought a smile to your face you felt like you’d have for years.

“Me too. You’re amazing, Spencer.” You blushed as he smiled at you.

“I truly try.” He laughed. “Come ‘ere.” He said, placing a hand on your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

You leaned in to kiss him and he met your lips with the same excitement. It was more aggressive than expected, the time apart having pulled you two closer in desperation of one another.

“I could get used to this.” You let out as you separated to catch your breath.

“Me too.” He smiled, leaning back in. He went for your neck this time, stumbling trying to move your shirt with his right hand as he moved his lips lower.

The two of you were in a daze of desire. Hands roaming with need and clothes falling and thrown anywhere and everywhere.

“Perfect.” He shaped his hands into a little camera, pretending to take a picture.

“You’re cute.” You chuckled, just the simple sound of your laugh making his stomach flutter. He could really get used to this.

You reached towards your wine glass that you were beginning to forget about and taking a rather large in comparison sip. He decided to join you.

“Liquid courage, or so I’m told.” He took a swig and extended the drink towards yours.

“To liquid courage.” You clinked your glasses, cheers-ing.

You set the glass down as the sound of the next episode’s cold open filled the gap of silence between the two of you. It wasn’t an awkward silence, which was the plague to Spencer’s existence. He enjoyed a good gap of conversation, allowing his thoughts to have a moment to shine, but when it became tense or awkward between two or more people, he hated it. There were already so many moments shared between the two of you that he would hold onto. He just wanted to hold onto you, to be as close as possible.

With confirmations of consent and the heat inside of you growing every second he wasn’t inside you, Spencer smirked. He had kissed his way down your thighs and was teasing you with every waking minute.

“Spencer.” You stated with a fake anger tone of voice.

“Hmm?” He muffled against your skin.

“Please.”

part six