#me if y o u even. car e

[crappymixtape]

because of you • part one

PART II • PART III • PART IV • PART V// REQUEST -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+  | ( 2.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T O N E 🎶 good girls ( john carpenter remix ), chvrches

“Why is she even here?”

“Steve!”

A loud smack cut the air in two as Robin slapped a hand against Steve’s shoulder, rendering the rest of group there in Max’s trailer silent.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, cheeks burning under his gaze, lips twisted into a scowl and trying hard to hold back the daggers you wanted so badly to throw at him.

“She doesn’t know what the hell we’re up against! How’s she supposed to–“

“Steve, none of us knew either, cut her a break.”

“Cut her a break and then what? We all get eaten by a fucking melted people monster?”

“That’s not fair–“

“It’s fine! It’s fine, Nancy,” you cut the girl off, standing quickly from your spot on the couch.

They’d been talking like this since you showed up. Like you weren’t right there in the room with them and honestly you kind of wished you weren’t anymore.

“I need some air,” you grumbled before giving Steve a pointed glare and shouldering open the front door.

The air outside was crisp as you sat down on the front stoop. Not a cloud in the sky and sunlight washing everything in soft golden light, but it all still felt so dark. Like it was harboring thick shadows. Long, spindly, and pitch black. Waiting to wrap their twisted fingers around you.

Waiting to dig into you and squeeze tight.

Waiting to lift you twenty feet into the air and snap your bones like twigs.

Waiting to leave you for dead.

And here was Steve fucking Harrington asking what right you had to be there. Asking what purpose were you gonna serve amongst this “holier than thou” joke of an army. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie had already gotten their asses handed to them by what they’d called demobats, Steve arguably needing serious medical attention, and they wanted to go back? It took everything you had to not leave right there on the spot.

Hell, maybe you should, you thought for a minute. You didn’t owe them anything, especially Steve, but you did owe it to your best friend. The one who basically had a hit out on him. The one who wouldn’t hurt a goddamn fly, but all of Hawkins had already decided he was guilty and you weren't about to leave him.

Eddie.

❝ SO SAVE YOUR BREATH, GIVE A LITTLE OF WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT – DO THEY KNOW SOMETHING I DON’T? ❞

You met him two years ago under the bleachers at the Homecoming football game. It seemed like the perfect place to smoke the joint you’d messily rolled in the car right before you’d come into the stadium and apparently you’d been right, but someone else had already laid claim to it...

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but this is kind of my spot.”

He’d been all black leather and denim. Dark curls and clove. Silver rings and chains and heavy boots and maybe you should’ve been more intimidated, but the smile lines at the corners of his mouth gave him away.

“Don’t see a sign anywhere,” you’d shot back, no hesitation. Looked over at him all skeptics and attitude and took a long drag from your joint. Blew the smoke off in his direction and it made him grin like an idiot.

“Been sellin’ weed down here for like…the last three years so–actually, yeah. What the fuck, man. Someone owes me a sign.”

...And that was it, you were a goner. Laughing mid-toke and coughing so hard you cried and it made him feel so bad he gave you a baggy for free. Eddie "the freak" Munson and you – best friends.

Skipped all the stupid dances and football games with you. Paraded around the lunch room like an idiot with you. Threw fries back at the jocks for you when they called you a loser and sat on the floor in the bathroom with you when you cried.

So fuck “King Steve” Harrington.

You had every right to be there, probably even more than he did and you were gonna tell him to his face, but—

“Can I sit?”

The sudden sound of someone else made you jump.

“Jesus, Eddie.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. Gave you a sidelong glance and a small lopsided smile. “He’s really not so bad–”

“You’re joking. Right? Tell me you’re joking.”

The boy hummed, dropped his gaze down to the rings wrapped around his fingers and twisted the one on his thumb.

“He doesn’t want me here. None of them do,” you grumbled, frustration fed further by his non-answer and it pulled his eyes back up to you.

“Hey now, that’s not true–”

“Yes it is! Even Nancy looks at me like a kicked puppy.”

That pulled a laugh from him. Made him scoot closer to you and bump his shoulder into yours. “Listen, sweetheart,” the nickname made you soften, but you tried to keep your scowl in place, “We’re all in over our fuckin’ heads, hm? And Stevie boy…he’s seen some shit. He’s just trying to–”

“Just trying to what? Be a complete dickhead about it? Mission accomplished.”

Eddie sighed and roughed a hand over his face. Rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together. He knew what you felt because he’d felt it too. Knew what it was like to get laughed at and mocked in the lunch room. Knew how it was supposed to be between him and the other boy. Hell, he nearly cut Harrington’s face off with a broken bottle a few days ago, but one thing was clear.

Change was possible and Steve Harrington was proof, he just wasn’t great at showing it.

“Alright. He could be less of a dick,” he conceded, propping his chin in his hand and looking at you with his big brown eyes. How could you be mad at that?

You mumbled under your breath about that not being the only thing, but fine, okay, only for you, Eds.

Reaching over he flicked at your fingers and looked at you from under his curls with a stern pinch between his brows. “He’s helping me, sweetheart. They all are. Shit, without them I’d probably be in jail already. Or in Carver’s trunk,” he tried a laugh, but it fell short at the end with the weight of his words and it made you grab at his hand and squeeze it.

“Shut up,” you chided softly, no heat behind it. The anger that had been swelling in your chest all but extinguished.

Silence settled between the two of you then, heavy and tinged at the edges with worry. With everything that was at risk and it started to gnaw at the pit of your stomach. What if you couldn’t fix it? And even if you could, this Vecna asshole was about to end the world anyway so what the hell did it matter?

How were a bunch of kids going to do anything about it?

“Ahem,” the door knocked into your back and jolted you back to earth. Pulled a gasp from you and when you looked up over your shoulder you felt your anger return ten fold. “We’re leaving, geniuses,” Steve announced, pushing at you with the door.

“Least you know you’re an idiot,” you mumbled under your breath, standing up from your spot to glare at him at eye level.

“Real cute,” Steve shouldered past you on the stoop, took the last two steps in one go and turned to face you both as he landed on the grass. “For you, Munson,” he said, throwing a mask at Eddie, “Courtesy of Mayfield.”

“What’s that for?” you couldn’t help asking as Max appeared at your side and pointed so casually – too casually – at the mask.

“Gonna steal a Winnebago. Get that on, dingus. Let’s go.”

“Nice,” Eddie grinned up at the red-headed girl and yanked the mask on over his head, “Thanks, Red.”

“Let’s go,” Steve urged, waving his hands at everyone to get out of the house and you felt your heart racing.

“Steal a Winnebago? Eddie. Fuck that–”

“Honey, I’m already a wanted man–” Eddie cut you off and readjusted the ridiculous looking mask a bit. “–c’mon,” he said, tugging at your belt loop to get with it.

“I–that doesn’t mean you can just steal–”

“We’re way past that,” Dustin chimed in, shoving past you just like everyone else, “Besides, if the world’s gonna end anyway, what’s it matter?”

Shit. The kid had a point. It was probably fine. It was just a trailer. Maybe you could give it back afterward? You needed it more than they did. Right?

“Dammit,” you grumbled under your breath, now the only one still standing around. “Wait for me!”

❝ THEY TELL ME I’M HELL-BENT ON REVENGE, I CUT MY TEETH ON WEAKER MEN, I WON’T APOLOGIZE AGAIN ❞

The first time you ran into Steve Harrington was sophomore year. In the hallway before Click’s class. You were cramming everything into your bag, but struggling with your history book when you heard it coming.

Tommy Hagan’s stupid laugh.

Your stomach sank, eyes glued on your things and trying to ignore it. He was in your science class the year before along with his ditzy girlfriend Carol and they always made sure to get a spot in the back just to make out.

“Need some help?”

When you finally looked up at him he’d stopped right in front of you, the grin on his lips sharklike as Carol smirked out from under his arm. Another boy you didn’t know was standing just behind them wearing a stupid member’s only jacket, half unzipped, and had hair that sat perfectly in place. Too perfect.

“That looks heavy, hm?” Tommy said grabbing your book, voice all saccharine sweet and sharp around the edges. Flipping through the pages he pulled a face, clicked his tongue and weighed it in his hand, then made a show of dumping it on the floor. “Whoops. Sorry!” he half-laughed and your cheeks burned.

“Bite me, Hagan,” you snapped back, bending down to grab your book, and it only made his grin grow wider.

“Ooo. She’s fiesty today, Stevie. I like it.”

And then he chimed in. Stevie. The had-to-be-douchebag that everyone called 'King Steve.'

“Probably on her period,” he said scoffing a laugh, all confidence and bravado and the look on his face was so smug. Thought he was so clever and funny and when you finally turned around it was to take the two steps up to him in one.

“Really? My period? So original.”

It made him swallow hard. Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he blinked back the flicker of surprise glinting in his eyes. He took a quick glance at Tommy like he didn’t want to disappoint him and then hardened his expression. Crowded down over you and nodded.

“Explains you being such a bitch.”

And it took the air from your lungs. Stuck in your sides sharp like a knife and you felt your throat tighten as Tommy and Carol snickered, but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. Not here.

“Yeah. Bet you wish you had an excuse for being such an asshole,” you cut at him and it pulled an Oh shit! out of Tommy as he doubled over laughing, Steve’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Your feet couldn’t carry you away fast enough as you shoved your book in your bag and turned to leave, but you refused to run. Refused to let them see weakness, and as Tommy yelled down the hallway after you about tampons you raised a middle finger high in the air to punctuate just how much you hated them all.

Eddie met you in the bathroom after that, the one nobody used on the other side of school, and you told him everything. He let you have the joint he had tucked behind his ear for emergencies, listened to you and told you they weren’t worth it. Especially not Steve. Because even though Tommy started it, Steve was the one who dug in. Could have left it alone but didn’t and that was what really got you.

How obvious it was he knew how shitty they were being, but went along with it anyway because he had to maintain his status. Had to uphold how ‘cool’ he was and keep the line in the sand drawn between him and ‘the freaks’ like you.

So he wouldn’t get a second chance.

And he wasn’t worth your time.

Not then and sure as hell not now.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART ONE OF A THREE PART SERIES, PART TWO AND THREE TO COME SOON ]

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist ♥️ reblogs and comments keep me going, friends! ily! ♥️

[joonberriess]

h o m i e h o p p e r

p a i r i n g : JK, HSK, NJ x reader

g e n r e : college au.

t a g s : homie hopping (the title duhhh), bang chan makes an appearance as your bf, he’s being cucked, vaginal sex, blow jobs, cunnilingus, sex tapes, sexual objectification (on reader), dirty talk, degradation, hook-ups, voyeurism, reader is really pretty (she’s a sweetie pls), poly!relationship undertones, chan refuses to even believe the rumors, sexual innuendos and jokes, the boys are assHOLES, low-key toxic, joon and them are fuckin mean, car sex, chan's POV, surprise for u at the end, chan goes thru it a lot, everyone is bad here LMAO

w o r d c o u n t : 6.3 k

s u m m a r y : the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

When Chan first heard the rumors he was absolutely furious, how could anyone ever talk about someone like that? Never mind that, WHY would anyone talk about his girlfriend point blank period. It pissed him off that anyone he talked to always had to bring you up with the same damn question over and over again.

“Oh you’re dating now? I thought she was fucking Jungkook?”

“I heard Namjoon and her hooked up at the party last night, is that true?”

“No way dude, you’re going out with Seok’s girl? He was telling me the other night how he and Joon took turns.”

Sure he knew you got around a lot but he didn’t care that was your business, the more important thing was you were with him now and he was sure you weren’t capable of cheating. How could you? Not when you were the sweetest thing on this earth, you wouldn’t even harm a fly let alone think about being unfaithful. Chan learned to ignore the comments thrown at him, he knew you better than anyone else.

You seemed to be very popular, often attracting attention left and right because of your nice personality and your pretty face. Chan honestly felt like he had lucked out with you, you liked some things he liked, you shared some hobbies, and you listened to a few genres Chan liked. He was stuck in the honeymoon phase and he never wanted to wake up from it.

Chan however did find it a bit weird how..touchy and friendly his housemates seemed to be you. Yes he did know about the rumors of you and his housemates but he kind of didn’t believe them to be true. Maybe they were exaggerating? His housemates didn’t seem to say anything about the situation so maybe people had it all mixed up.. Right?

He starts observing how you interact with them whenever you come over. His eyes are watchful as you greet Hoseok at the door with a sweet smile on your face and a handful of cookies you baked. Chan stares at the seemingly innocent interaction, only getting up to intervene when he sees something odd.

“Hi Seokie,” you softly smile, “I baked some cookies for everyone, Channie told me you guys have been really stressed out from exams ‘n stuff.”

Hoseok grins, “Well aren’t you a sweetheart? Isn’t Chan so lucky to have someone like you? I mean your cookies aren’t the only sweet thing I like to eat.” He shoots a wink and reaches down to grab one, biting into it with a pleased hum.

You reach up to gently wipe the corner of Hoseok’s lips with your thumb, “Thank you sweetheart.” Hoseok slowly licks his lips.

Chan watches in pure silence, a little put off about the strange show of affection he’s seeing. “Okay Seok, me ‘n y/n are gonna head off now, you remember it’s movie night don’t you baby?” He gently pulls you by your waist to his side, wanting you as far away from Hoseok as possible.

“Oh yes! We’re gonna have a Scream marathon!” You excitedly buzz, “Bye Seokie,” you wave and let Chan guide you up the stairs with a possessive hand laid over your back. Chan glances one last time at Hoseok, finding him staring very intently, specifically your ass which sits so perfectly in your leggings. Hoseok actually fucking winks at him as Chan disappears upstairs.

The second time he realizes things aren’t right is the morning after you stay the night, no one is home except for Namjoon. Chan wakes up to a note on his nightstand telling him you’re downstairs making breakfast. The little hearts you drew make his heart flutter as he sleepily smiles and rolls out of bed.

As he makes his way down and around the corner he can hear those cute little giggles of yours. Reality shatters the moment and snaps him out of his daze when he hears Namjoon’s deep baritone voice.

Namjoon…?

Chan curiously peeks into the kitchen only to find you standing there in his oversized shirt he gave you the night before. If memory served him correctly, you went to bed in his shirt and with ONLY panties underneath.. His eyes widened, shocked to see Namjoon standing directly behind you pressed so closely as he opened the cabinet to reach for something high up on the shelf.

“Careful now shortie, don’t want you falling and hurting yourself.” Namjoon lazily smirks, passing the bowls you had asked him for, “Especially with you bouncing all over the place.” He hums, reaching down to smack your ass as he walks over to the fridge.

You voice your complaints with an angry pout, turning to say something when you see Chan. “Channie! You’re up, I made some pancakes and a fruit bowl.” You cheerfully say, “Sit, sit I’m just about to finish,” you say.

“You good there Channie?” Namjoon draws out with a tiny smirk, leaning up against the fridge with his arms crossed. “You look like you just saw a ghost or something.” His eyes briefly break contact to trail after you when you pass by him.

Chan nods, “I’m good,” he shoots you a tiny smile before looking back at Namjoon blankly, “all good.”

Something is definitely wrong by the third time he realizes there’s more than what meets the eye. It’s what people have to say about Jungkook when the little bubble he’s been cooped up in finally bursts. Chan doesn’t wanna hear it but he knows his brain will be nagging about it later on if he doesn’t clear things up once and for all.

“Jungkook? You mean the footballer you live with?” Hyunjin raises a brow in confusion, “Why do you wanna know about him and your girlfriend? Unless you’re like into that sorta stuff man.”

Chan sighs in exasperation, “No I’m not trying to say anything right now, I’m curious that’s all. Jungkook’s never mentioned any girl before and I’m wondering if he and y/n had history together or some shit, that’s all.”

Hyunjin has this look on his face like he doesn’t truly believe it, but lucky for Chan he doesn’t comment about it. “I heard a couple of things. Two semesters ago someone caught Jeon in his car fucking someone, no one was sure who it was but we all had a feeling it had to be y/n because he posted a like selfie with some girl’s hand in the frame and then y/n posted a pic of her inside someone’s car, it looked like JK’s so we all knew it was them two.” He shrugs.

“Ohh really?” Chan nods slowly, now that he thinks about it Jungkook did mention once or twice of a girl he was fucking on the low, said something about her being “the best piece of ass” he’s ever gotten. Thinking about it now makes Chan’s stomach curl in disgust and other unpleasant feelings.

“Yeah, but that was ages ago man you don’t really have anything to worry about now.” With that Chan’s left alone to wallow in his own thoughts.

The girl he’s been with for the past two months really fucked his friends before she landed on him.. He can’t exactly say he’s happy with the idea but if nothing was going on right now, he was fine. The past was past, you were with him now and nothing was going to change that fact.

He hopes.

+

Chan doesn’t think about it as much as he did before, if anything it’s long forgotten because he rather focus on the present rather than the past. He got over it and made peace with the idea of nothing going on. He blamed it on his damn insecurities.

For about two weeks Chan is in pure bliss with you. Your little dates carry on and surprisingly the comments people made died down. Hell he didn’t notice any weird shit on behalf of his other housemates who seemed to barely be at home whenever Chan brought you over. Seeing this as an opportunity he brings you with him one night, knowing that the guys were out for the night.

Things lead to another and pretty soon you’re both getting down and dirty in his sheets, closed away in the privacy of his bedroom. The perks? You could be as loud as you wanted, and Chan didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you two go at it through the paper thin walls.

Chan had you laid back on the comforter, thighs wrapped around his midsection and hips a little elevated to strike that spongy spot that drove you crazy all the time. Your head was thrown back on the pillow with your eyes shut in bliss and lips formed in a tiny ‘o’ as moans and whimpers left you.

“C-Chan,” you mewled out, desperately clawing and twisting at the sheets, “so good.” Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him.

Chan groans under his breath and re-adjusts his grip on your hips, getting a good grip as he plows into your squelching pussy. The sounds of his balls smacking against your ass ring in his ears, the bed creaks audibly against the wooden floor of his bedroom. The sounds were so filthy they were porn worthy.

“Fuck, you gonna cum baby?” He murmurs darkly, face twisting in pleasure as he feels you cunt clench down tightly around his shaft, making his cock throb weakly in response. “Can feel your little pussy gettin’ tighter and tighter for me.”

You moaned lewdly at his words and nod frantically, “Gonna cum–oooh..! R-Right there..!” You writhe on the bed, hips pushing up and squirming around so much you almost slip off his cock.

“Go ahead baby,” Chan moans, “cum on my cock.” He pants heavily, leaning down to smother you in a passionate kiss as his pace speeds up.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a loud moan, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Chan can feel you getting close, and right before he can reach down to rub at your swollen nub he hears the door click open and Jungkook’s loud laughter.

“Chan, you gotta check this shit out–” Jungkook looks up and his eyes widen, “Holy fuck man, my bad.” He laughs harder.

Any pleasure Chan was feeling moments prior is now gone, he feels his cock even soften from the sound of Jungkook entering. He quickly throws a blanket over your naked form, glad he had been too impatient to take his boxers off. “Jungkook–” he sighs, “Can you step out? Not fucking cool,” he shoots a glare at Jungkook, making sure to cover your smaller frame with his own body.

“Sure, Channie,” Jungkook mocks, “whatever you say.” He turns to walk back out, turning his head over his shoulder to shoot you a smirk, “So you wear lace now?” Chan’s face burns with both anger and embarrassment after Jungkook pointed out the panties set lying on his floor nearby the door. “Don’t get ya panties in a twist, I’m goin’.” Jungkook shuts the door behind him.

A long sigh leaves Chan and he turns to look over at you apologetically, “I forgot to lock the door dammit.” He rubs his face in frustration, irritated that he was reminded of the shit he didn’t want to be thinking about.

“It’s okay Channie,” you sit up, sheets around your body as you gently smooch his cheek, “I still enjoyed tonight with you.” You smile softly.

“Yeah… I did too,” Chan smiles back, trying not to look too dejected.

He confronts Jungkook a few days later. He’s sitting in the living room waiting for Jungkook to come home. He had sent a message and Jungkook simply replied that he’d be home in a few.

“You wanted to talk?” Jungkook says, tossing the keys into a bowl by the door as he sets his drink down, “What’s up?” He grunts, kicking his shoes off and going to sit in the living room across from Chan.

Chan notes the faint sweat on Jungkook’s face, shirt rolled up at the sleeves to show off his defined muscles which made the older look more intimidating. “The other night, you need to knock and I mean it Kook because you don’t know if I’m changing or y/n is not decent or anything and I don’t want shit to happen between us because what happened was fucking inappropriate and I didn’t like that shit. At all.” He folds his arms across his chest with a glare.

Jungkook hums, “Okay.”

“Okay? Is that all?” Chan raises a brow.

Jungkook shrugs, “You wanna know something Chan?” He says calmly and sits with his arms spread over the back of the couch, manspreading with a nonchalant attitude. “With a beautiful ass like that I wouldn’t dream of gatekeeping it from the entire world, I mean, it’s always a good feeling to show the others what they wished they had. So congrats on your win, not everyday someone lands a girl like y/n.”

“Jungkook what the fuck are you on?” Chan frowns.

“Nothing, I’m just being honest with you. I could care less if you’re feeling threatened by me or the guys. I see the way it kills you on the inside hearing all the shit they say about your precious y/n. Does that piss you off Channie? Thinking about how she fucked the three of us before she got to you?” He tilts his head to the side with mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Chan doesn’t think he can reply without having an outburst of some sort, he’s getting more pissed by the second. Any more of Jungkook’s crude talking and Chan thinks he’s going to explode from the anger…and he does NOT want to be the one to fight Jungkook, has anyone seen him in the gym?

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” Jungkook smirks, taking a seat next to Chan, “there isn’t nothing about y/n that we haven’t seen already, so the next time you fuck her in the house, remember I once had my dick in there too.” He grins, “Tell her throat I said hi,” he chuckles quietly, getting off of the sofa and disappearing up the stairs.

Chan sits there with a blank stare, fists clenched tightly in his lap as he tries to control his breathing. In, out, in, out. He slumps in his seat, arm thrown over his face as he grumbles. That didn’t go as fucking planned, if anything Jungkook bitched him out without even having to try!

“Fuck,” he sighs longly, he decides he can’t wallow in self pity and rises off the couch.

Right as he steps outside of the house his phone buzzes. Curiously he unlocks his phone and opens the messages (which conveniently was from Jungkook). A thumbnail of a video sits innocently in the chat, Chan’s stomach drops because he knows what this is. His hands shake as he presses on the video.

.

Jungkook was a really nice guy, he teased you a lot and was a bit cocky but it added to his charms. You meet through a mutual friend, who you feel sorry for because her plans to hook up with Jungkook seemed to fly out the window the moment he lays eyes on you. Jungkook makes it painfully obvious that the only person he was taking home was going to be you.

He fucked you so good you couldn’t even feel your legs afterwards, it was ten out of ten and you could see yourself coming back again. It turned into a little dick appointment situation, meeting up whenever either one of you wanted to fuck. Whether it be in the morning of afternoon or dead in the night it didn’t matter, somehow you guys always ended up fucking.

You felt comfortable enough with him to post about it without exactly letting anyone know it was Jungkook you were fucking. Jungkook did the same, often asking to record and take pictures while he was hitting it from the back or balls deep inside of you.

One night you will never forget is when Jungkook decides to record you in his car, the video itself is about forty minutes long, and that’s what he decided to capture (your fucking went on much longer than that). The first scene is shot with his phone propped up on the dashboard, facing the driver's seat.

You’re sitting in his lap grinding and rocking your hips in tiny circles around his throbbing wet cock. Jungkook had his arms wrapped tightly around your back as he held you close to him while you fucked yourself silly on his cock. Loud whimpers and little “uh’s” escaped your lips. The sound of your wet pussy drooling over his cock and the back of your thighs smacking into him resonated throughout the whole car.

Jungkook had one hand buried in your hair, gripping it tightly as he yanked your head back while you rode him. His eyes flickered past your shoulder and into the camera as he smirked darkly, toying with his lip ring while you frantically moved your hips.

“Mmm..! Ooh, right there,” you pant out in pleasure, eyes stinging from the pleasure and pleasant ache you feel from him yanking on your hair. Your hips slow down and swivel in small circles so you can feel his thick cock rub up against your walls in a delicious angle that has you seeing stars.

Jungkook focuses his attention right back to you and grunts softly, “There you go, good girl.” He uses his other hand to grip your hip as he helps you grind in smooth circles on his cock. “Shit,” he sighs, relaxing into the seat and letting his head roll back on the headrest.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, you hide yourself away in the crook of his neck and desperately roll your hips. Soft little moans and needy whines leave you every so often, the windows of the car have fogged up by now and the music playing from the radio is merely background noise.

Everytime you push your hips back you feel the soaked material of Jungkook’s sweats given that he hadn’t bothered with slipping them past his thighs. You shiver pleasantly when his hot breath hovers over your hardened nipples. He encloses one of the sensitive buds in his mouth, suckling gently and rolling his tongue around.

“Mmm..!” You arch your back even more, desperately chasing after the pleasure erupting in your chest area. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind you pushing your soft tits in his face as he merely buries himself away in your chest while you ride him like your life depends on it.

After getting you to cum a couple of times he moves you two to the backseat. He’s holding his phone above you and recording the way your ass smacks against his hips. There’s a much louder slapping sound since he’s in control of the pace now, he wants you to feel this fucking for days to come.

“Greedy little thing you are, can’t seem to get enough of my cock can you?” Jungkook pants softly while slapping his hips against you, “Not gonna answer? Did I fuck you stupid already baby? Answer me,” he slaps your ass, “go on, tell me how good your ‘Jungkookie’ fucks you.” He grins, his laughter coming out breathless and dazed.

“ ‘s not enough, want it more–deeper, harder.” You gasp out, hands resting above you on the window to keep you grounded while he fucked your brains out, “Can feel it so deep inside,” you breathily moan, eyes slipping shut as his cock bumps into that spongy senstive spot inside of you, “mmmm–there–wanna cum again.” Your lips part, face scrunching cutely in pleasure as your body begins to go slack.

Jungkook softly moans and aims the camera down where you’re both connected. He increases the speed of his thrusts and angles his hips to keep hitting your sweet spot. He feels your pussy tighten and pulse around his cock, sending small shivers down his spine.

“Look up for me baby, say hi to the camera,” Jungkook licks his lips.

You tilt your head up with hooded and dazed eyes, moans tumbling from your lips and a little bit of drool slipping out the corner of your lips. Your breath hitches quietly, pouty lips parting once more as the noises you make increase in pitch. “There you go, show everyone what a slut you are for cock,” he smirks and reaches down with his tattooed hand to grab your chin and face you towards him.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes..!” Chan sits there in his car with his jaw dropped, watching the now shaky video as Jungkook presumably fucks you into next week with how hard he’s going. Bitter humiliation sits in the pits of his belly.

+

Over the next few weeks Chan distances himself from everything really. He doesn’t know how he’s going to look at you now knowing the shit that happened with Jungkook. It was one thing to sit and listen to all these people talk about you two but it was a whole different story seeing it on video. Truly crushed his dignity and maybe his ego.

You of course had asked him if anything was wrong but Chan said the same thing, “No babe, just tired and burnt out from school stuff I got going.” And you bought it everytime. He felt bad yes but at the same time he felt like he just needed a little bit of space, he didn’t want to take his anger out on you because you didn’t deserve any of that.

Things back at the house seemed tense, Jungkook looked smug whenever he saw Chan and well, Chan didn’t have the energy to fight over shit like this. One would see it as him accepting that he was a bitch but Chan thought about it differently. Sure he felt extremely disrespected but what else could he do? He can’t reverse time and change the past.

Namjoon hadn’t bothered to comment much (the most he offered was “shit’s childish”) and Hoseok well he kind of tried to play mediator of the situation. He would make some jokes here and there to ease the tension in the room but Jungkook didn’t care. Jungkook was the most relaxed, and it irked Chan to no end how nonchalant he was about this, like if he didn’t show someone a video of him pounding their girlfriend.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hoseok hums, shooting him that bright little smile he always gave everyone. “You’ve been oddly quiet for weeks now Chan.”

Chan looks at the elder with a quiet hum, “Nothing much Seok, just have a lot on my mind right now. And if you’re wondering, no I'm not upset with Jungkook or anything so you can rest easy. There won’t be a fight or anything like that.” He throws his head back and lets it hang off the couch, a long sigh escaping.

“Your face says otherwise.” Hoseok smirks.

“Listen, I don’t mean this in a bad way or anything but I’d appreciate it if you a) stop bringing this up about Jungkook and b) knock whatever weird fucking obsession you have with my girlfriend off. It’s fucking weird that you guys talk about her, make these smart ass comments, and eye fuck her when I’m right there. I get it, you guys fucked in the past but we’re in a relationship and I’d very much like for you to respect it.” He glares back, not realizing his voice rose with every word he spoke.

Hoseok stares at him for a few minutes with no expression on his face, and Chan at first thinks he fucked up but then the unexpected happens. The fucker laughs. He watches Hoseok throw his head back, shoulders shaking as he slaps his knee a couple of times.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Chan grits his teeth.

��Damn ‘Channie’ I thought you were better than this, you should feel happy she chose to be with you. You’re the mannnn,” he playfully hits Chan on the side, “I mean, she tastes as good as she looks.” He licks his lips, staring into Chan’s eyes unapologetically. “Does she still wear those pink panties of hers? You know which ones, little white bow and lacey trim…”

Chan knows exactly which ones he’s referring to. His fists clench in his lap tightly, he silently rages in his spot but it doesn't deter Hoseok. “I bet she still holds your head down right when she’s about to cum,” his voice drops to a husky whisper, “does this little thing with her hips, practically smothering you with her pussy.” Chan snaps his head towards Hoseok, watching as the usually playful man taunts and teases him.

“Oh I bet she does.” He grins, “Funny…she used to do the same with me.” He gets up and walks away with no other words. Chan stares ahead at the wall with a blank look and a fiery anger running through his veins.

.

Hoseok was buried between your soft thighs, licking and sucking at your swollen clit with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of your sopping wet pussy. Moans and whimpers tumbled freely from your lips, your head was thrown back with your lips parted and expression twisted into one of pure pleasure and bliss.

His fingers felt so good, stretching and filling your pussy to the brim. He stroked over your g-spot repeatedly, pairing his strokes with powerful sucks on your clit. It only had you dripping even more, thighs shaky and pussy leaking even more for him. “Seok,” you whimper, squirming around and lifting your hips as if you were offering your pussy up on a silver platter.

Hoseok took the bait, happily slurping away with his eyes closed as if he were in pleasure just being there between your soft thighs. Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, the pleasure sat hot in the pits of your belly. Hoseok was hellbent on getting you to gush because he wouldn’t let up on your g-spot.

“Fuck,” he softly pants against your soft pussy, “listen to you, absolutely fuckin’ soaked around my fingers.” He grins licking his lips, “You gonna squirt around my fingers like a good girl?”

His fingers start moving rapidly, the squelching noises get louder and tiny bits of slick spurt out from the sides of his fingers as he fucks them in and out. Your mouth falls open, you’re breathless as you weakly grip the bed sheets tightly. “Seok..!”

“That’s it, cum on my fingers and make a mess for me baby, gonna have you suck ‘em clean for me. ‘s what good girls do, isn’t that right?” He grins.

“Y-Yes..!” You gasp out.

Hoseok goes back down to take your clit in his mouth again, sucking harder than before. It sends a tremor down your spine and you cry out weakly, pussy squirting around his fingers. He moans for extra measure, causing you to weakly moan out for him to stop because it was getting to be too much.

“Good girl,” he pulls back and lifts his wet fingers, “now clean ‘em.”

.

Chan feels like he could fucking explode any minute now, everyone is walking around on eggshells in the damn house and of course Hoseok and Jungkook will stick together. Chan isn’t so sure about where Namjoon stands in all of this but he’s pretty certain he’ll side with his two friends on this one. Chan doesn’t care anymore, in fact he was already planning on leaving.

Call him a coward but he wasn’t going to waste his breath fighting, hell he wasn’t even sure y/n gave a shit about what was going on. Sometimes it made him feel like there was something he wasn’t seeing. Like this was some sort of test or a sick joke on their end, and as much as he didn’t wanna think about the possibility of you also playing sick games with him it was hard.

He hadn’t had much time to sit and talk with Namjoon given that there was tension in the house but Chan was pretty surprised to see Namjoon at home for once. These days it seemed like he was out more often to avoid the conflicts at home. It was even more surprising when Namjoon spoke to him.

“What’s up with you?” Namjoon nods his head at him, “Feels like we haven’t talked in a hot minute.”

Chan shrugs, “Been busy with work, school, you know how it is.” He replies back, busying himself with going through the fridge for his gatorade.

“You know this shit’s childish,” there it was, leave it to Namjoon to be the one to address the elephant in the room, “whatever the hell you got goin with Kook and Seok is gonna blow over pretty soon. I’m only saying this in case you guys hash it out in the yard and beat eachother up over something stupid.” He shrugs.

“And what would you classify as stupid? How is me calling them out for their weird ass behavior childish. No, you see I’m not stupid enough to fight over it but don’t you fucking think maybe I should speak up about it? It’s my fucking girlfriend we’re talking about, of course you would see me in the wrong because they’re your fucking friends.” He slams the fridge door a little harder then he intended to.

Namjoon raises a brow, “And what you gonna do about it?” He stands, rounding the table like a predator with narrowed eyes and an intense gaze, “Listen, the reality here is your girl fucked everyone in this house, simple as that. She’s been on Jungkook’s dick, Hoseok’s and mine. And if I fucking wanted to I’d have her hanging off my dick right here and right now in front of your face. And you wouldn’t do anything about it because you’re a little bitch who gets cucked in front of your damn face.” He stands in front of Chan now, staring down at him with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

Chan glares back, but Namjoon sets a hand on his shoulder, “Do me a favor and get some air, I can’t guarantee you things will be pretty if you stay. Unless you want me to show you just how well she takes my cock.”

.

You pull back from his cock with a low pop, tongue swirling and collecting the beads of precum around his tip. Namjoon’s grip tightens in your hair, cock weakly throbbing because the head of his cock was a sensitive area for him. You cheekily dig your tongue into his slit to get a reaction out of him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps out, hips jumping once more in surprise, “just like that..” He moans.

You take his cock into your mouth once more and start bobbing your head. You use your hands to twist and stroke his shaft. His moans rise in volume as the hand in your hair starts guiding you up and down his cock. Your eyes water occasionally from the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Take it like a good girl baby, gonna cum down your throat.. You gonna swallow like a good girl?” He rasps out. You eagerly nod and reach down to cup his balls, massaging them gently while you try to suck the soul out of him.

Namjoon’s hips stutter in their movements when he gets closer to coming undone. He groans louder and holds your head still to fuck up into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck.” He moans out as he throws his head back. You feel his cock twitch and throb in your mouth and you cheekily moan to cause vibrations.

He comes undone, cum spilling down your throat, “Fuckkkkk,” he whispers out, “so good for me baby..” he strokes over your head and keeps your head down until he’s done coming. “Go on and clean the mess you made, I don’t want to see not one drop go to waste.”

.

Chan heads straight over to your place. On the way he tries to calm himself down but everytime he thinks about the conversation earlier he ends up heated all over again. “Fuck!” Chan yells in anger as he hits the steering wheel angrily.

“Chan?” Your sweet voice interrupts his thoughts, “I was asking if you wanted me to order some pizza and we can go pick it up?” You rub his back gently, comforting even, “Is everything okay?”

Chan shakes his head with a long sigh, burying his face in his hands as he looks over at you, “Some shit happened earlier but I’m fine now,” he waves you off, “call, call, I’m gonna use the restroom real quick.” He murmurs and gets up.

He felt even more pathetic that he couldn’t talk to you about what he was going through. Then again what could you do? You weren’t even their friends so it wasn’t like you could waltz in there and tell them off or something. You didn’t have a clue what was happening inside the house since Chan wasn’t bringing you around.

Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “You got this.” He whispered and freshened up a bit before heading back out to you.

“Channie, I ordered the pizza, it’s gonna be ready in about fifteen minutes or so I think.” You say from inside the kitchen where you’re pouring him a glass of water, “Here sit, sit, you look really tense and stuff.”

“Thanks baby,” He smiles softly, all tension leaving his body since he couldn’t really stay mad around you. “How was your day?”

You shrug cutely, “Nothing too special since I went to class and after I just worked on my paper with Jungkook.”

Chan pauses, “Jungkook?” when you nod he speaks again, “Why?”

“We have the same class.” You reply softly.

Chan grips the cup a bit tighter, “No.. I mean why are you hanging around him? I told you it made me uncomfortable that you hang out with him when I’m not around.” He’s about to pop a fucking vessel with how angry he is.

You look unfazed, “Jungkook and I are friends,” you simply say, “I didn’t realize you were on such bad terms with him or something? Did anything happen for you to not like him?”

“Did anything happen?! Oh I don’t know y/n I’ve been fucking getting ganged up on by him and the guys, they’re all telling me what a hot piece of ass I got as a girlfriend! You think that’s something to get angry over? Are you gonna fucking sit there and tell me not to worry because you’re just friends?” He blows up.

Your lips part in surprise, eyes widening in awe as you listen to him rant angrily. “I tolerated enough when it came to them and you, I get it you all fucked and you fucking liked so what?! What the hell do you want me to do about it? Give you a fucking cookie and say good job?!”

His chest rises up and down in anger as he comes down from the rush. He stares down at you with pleading eyes, he wants you to say something. Anything. He just wants to put everything past him now.. Your lips part and you go to say something when he suddenly hears clapping behind you. “What the.” Chan frowns.

He looks over your shoulder and his heart drops to his ass. Jungkook comes out with a smug little smile on his lips as he takes a seat on the coffee table next to where you’re standing. “What a show you put on,” Jungkook whistles in amusement as he slithers an arm around your legs and tugs you closer to him, “didn’t know it had you bothered like that.”

“y/n what the fuck is going on?” Chan seethes, “Why the fuck is he here? Are you cheating on me with him, is that it?”

You stare at him with those sweet little puppy eyes of yours, pout forming on your lips as you gently reach over to caress Jungkook’s hair, sending Chan into a state of disbelief. “No, I’m not cheating on you. I thought you would have noticed by now, seems like you don’t pay enough attention.”

“Notice what?” He grits his teeth.

Jungkook chuckles, “Why do you think people call her Hoseok’s girl? Or my girl? Or Joon’s?” He sits back with a smug smirk, “I know you noticed how friendly we all were with each other. Listen, Chan buddy, if you ever thought you had y/n you were dead wrong. You see we love our baby, and if she says she wants to fuck you then she’s gonna fuck you simple as that. We’ve always let our girl have her fun because at the end of the day she comes back to us.” He grins.

You hum softly, “It’s fair game Channie, I do what I want but I’m still theirs. Joonie and the boys like to mess around with the guys though.. Surprised you lasted this long.”

It dawns on him this was all a sick game between the four of you. Chan stares in horror and disbelief, “You guys are fucking psychos..” He whispers.

“We’ll see you around… Channie.” Jungkook smirks.

Chan turns to you but you’re more focused on brushing Jungkook’s hair, “Pity Kookie, I actually liked this one.” You murmur softly without offering a single glance at Chan.

Chan fucking hates his life.

TAGLIST: @fragmentof-indifference @jungkooksseuphoria @kooliv @angelarin @jjeonjjk7 @lilliankoo @pb-n-juju @ellesalazar @saweetspoiled @laylasbunbunny @prettyprincejk @cherrysainttt @hyunjinswifeee @joongraduatewithonor @hellbornsworld @leire-mia @m1sss1mp @lissful @winkii @lifeless-firefly @exactlygreatcoffee @taestoess @ayalies @floweryjeons @softtcurse @lilspinachwrld @tearyjjeon @littleobsessedkitty @sxtaep ( for u bby )

[mysticworks]

Your eyes ~ LN4 x Reader

P R O L O G U E:

Lando falls in love with your eyes and can't look away.

Next part -> Part i

Coworker Reader! x Lando

Preview:

This was a duel between the two of them, the rest of the table, all but spectators.

I felt a smirk creeping up on my own face - Well this meeting just got interesting.

Words: <1k

Genre: ? McLaren worker! x lando, she's feisty and he's whipped

--------------------------------------------

L A N D O'S P O V :

She sat across the meeting table with the rest of the engineers, her eyes staring straight ahead; focused. There was always this concentrated look about her, like the cogs in her brain were constantly whirring.

The team had been called together by the managing director, to reflect on the performance of our 2023 season so far. 

The air was tense - Zak was not happy, and every person in that room knew it.

“The car, after so many updates, is still lacking the pace that our competitors are able to reach. I take that as a massive disappointment from the engineering team.” 

He threw a pointed look towards the far end of the table, and Stella - the team principal - dropped his head mumbling an apology.

I watched as her eyes sharpened at Zak’s word, and she bit the inside of her cheek as if refraining from saying something. 

Zak paid no heed to the apology, continuing harshly in his well rehearsed business voice, “If this sort of performance continues we’ll have to be looking at a restructuring of the team; see if everyone truly has the skill they claim.”

That was a threat directly thrown at the engineering team - Zak was intending to dismiss employees.

Her eyes narrowed at this comment, hands coming to rest on the table as she cleared her throat. 

“With all due respect Mr Brown,”

No one but the CEO had said a word for the half hour we’d been sitting here, and the sudden voice speaking up made every head turn her way.

She looked unfazed by the attention, continuing her words anyway, her stare at Zak, piercing. I noticed just how sharp her eyes were, a gaze so intent it threatened to cut through ice.

“To place the blame on the engineering team is an extremely injudicious pretext.”

Zak looked taken aback, his eyes widening at the answer - he looked surprised almost, like he hadn’t expected anyone to challenge him. 

“We’ve seen the team performance rise massively in the last race when compared to the start of the season. We’ve now moved from the back of the grid to being in the top 4. That’s enough evidence of the car being up to par with our competitors.”  

She brought her arms onto the table now, leaning forward. 

“In my opinion, it’s the drivers, who need to do their part better.”

The room filled with an audible gasp.

No one had ever questioned me or Oscar for our season so far. Not even Zak himself.

Andreas sent a look towards y/n, a glare with murderous rage, as if telling her to take her words back or risk the consequences - yet she didn’t falter - not even for a second, ignoring his look completely. 

Her eyes remained trailed on Zak, who looked torn between intimidation and bemusement. 

He sat for a while in silence, as if pressured now to weigh his words wisely. It seemed an eternity before he spoke.

"And what exactly, are you suggesting we do," his gaze flickered to her name badge for a split second, "miss y/l/n?"

There was a smile on her face now, one eyebrow raised. There was a fire in her eyes, burning so vividly it was captivating. "I suggest we make the drivers extract the best from their cars, before you randomly fire us engineers."

Another gasp went around the table - murmurs and slow movement before a heavy silence fell upon the room again.

Both Zak and y/n had brought on some sort of staring competition, leaning into the table and watching either - Zak was in charge, by order of hierarchy, but the power dynamic had flipped, and it was y/n who exerted a powerful control.

This was a duel between the two of them, the rest of the table, all but spectators.

I felt a smirk creeping up on my own face - Well this meeting just got interesting.

------------------------------------------------------------

After the meeting - 10pm:

The revolving doors to the McLaren HQ finally slid open, and out she came. Her hair was tied back now, and she’d changed out of her uniform too, into a more comfortable outfit.

She still had that same look on her face; the look of surety, confidence.

I'd been waiting on the front lawn of the office space, hoping to catch her leaving and strike up a conversation. Her retorts in the meeting room had been so fierce as she held her ground, unwavering as she went head on with the CEO.

It was admirable really, and maybe that’s what piqued my curiosity so much. Maybe that’s what made me want to know more. 

Grabbing two cones from the nearby ice cream vendor, I jogged across the cobblestone pavement towards where she was headed.

This was my chance.

[simp4wom3n]

Requited Love

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request

Summary: Y/N is cast to play Mia Reed in ‘The Fallout’ and her feelings for her costar, Jenna Ortega, start to resemble those of her characters. Love. ~ Word Count: 1887 ~ Warnings: tiny bit of angst if u squintttttt

A/N: Hello everyone!! Firstly I want to say thank you for all the support shown on my first few posts, and I also wanted to give you guys an update. I’m currently travelling overseas with very busy days so my time for writing is limited but I am writing I PROMISE. This one took a little longer than expected but I hope you enjoy it <3

It's your first day working on the set of ‘The Fallout’, your newest film in which you play Mia Reed. You are a little nervous despite having an impressive collection of films under your belt. When it comes to new sets, new environments, and more importantly new people, you were always anxious about how you would fit in. Your nerves certainly weren’t helped when you learned that Jenna Ortega had joined the cast. You are a huge admirer of hers. Since you've seen pretty much everything she's been in and respect her as an actress, the idea of sharing the screen with her was undeniably daunting.

You pull up to the ‘base camp’ of the film, where all the trailers are located, in an attempt to find yours and get a head start settling in. As you get out of the car your Y/E/C eyes scan the area in search of your trailer, your eyes instead landing on a girl. She appears to be about a foot shorter than you and has long, dark hair. She is dressed in baggy pants and a black singlet with headphones around her neck. Your breath hitches in your throat as you realise, “Holy shit… it’s her oh my god ok” you breathe as you hesitantly start walking in her direction, attempting to calm yourself down. ‘Relax Y/N it’s fine you got this just don’t be weird’.

The sound of your approaching footsteps catch her attention as she turns her head in your direction. Her brown eyes meet yours causing your breath to catch in your throat once again. To your surprise, a genuine smile crosses her face as she too starts walking towards you. “Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m your costar it’s really nice to finally meet you.” you start, giving her a little wave, thrilled you somehow managed to not stumble over your words. “It’s amazing to finally meet you too! I’m Jenna, and I have to say I’m a really big fan of your work” she smiles at you as you feel your cheeks start to burn. Your brain can’t even fathom the idea of THE Jenna Ortega knowing who you are, let alone being a big fan.

“Really?!?” “Of course I am I’ve seen almost everything your in.” she giggles at the disbelief painted all over your face. “And here I thought I was going to be the one fangirling. I’ve also seen pretty much all your stuff and you are incredible. Im still in disbelief that I get to work with you.” you rant, the words flying out of your mouth faster than you ever thought possible. “You are so adorable” she giggles, your cheeks at this point on fire. “Trust me the honour is all mine” she concludes.

You spent the remainder of the day talking to Jenna whilst walking around set, meeting all the important people who you will be working with over the next few weeks. To your delight, whilst exploring the set, you discover that Jenna’s trailer is right next to yours. If there was one thing you were sure of in this moment it was that you couldn’t wait to get to know her better.

*time skip*

You jump as you are awoken suddenly by a loud banging on your trailer door. “Sh*t what the hell” you mumble, rubbing at your tired eyes as you sit up. Your eyes glance towards the clock hanging on your wall, the hands reading 9:17. That’s odd your supposed to be at hair and makeup by 9. “Oh sh*t. I’m coming!” you launch off your trailer couch realising you must have fallen asleep whilst memorising your lines, meaning you didn’t set an alarm. You quickly attempt to fix your disheveled hair as you swing your door open, met with the disappointed glance of your makeup artist. “Sorry! I’m so sorry give me five minutes I’ll be right there I swear” you apologise rapidly, chucking on a random hoodie and running into the bathroom to check you don’t look too much like a corpse.

*small time skip*

Jenna jumps slightly as the door to the makeup trailer swings open, revealing a very cute and disheveled Y/N wearing… wait is that her hoodie? “Morning sleepyhead. I like your hoodie I’m surprised it fits you” Jenna chuckles as you look down and realise that you are actually wearing one of her hoodies. “Huh. I didn’t even notice.” “It looks cute on you” she flirts, your cheeks gaining their familiar warmth, one you often feel when you are around her. You drop into your makeup chair letting out a sigh as you allow your slightly irritated artist to get you ready for your scenes.

“You ready for today?” Jenna asks, smirking as she makes eye contact with you in the mirror. “As always. Why wouldn’t I be?” “We are filming the kiss scene today remember”. As soon as the words left her mouth you felt your stomach drop. “Oh. Right. Yeah I totally forgot about that haha” you chuckle nervously. Being completely honest with yourself, you had been harbouring a crush on Jenna for quite a while now, and whilst the idea of kissing her should fill you with excitement, you can’t help but be terrified. “You okay?” she asks sincerely, noticing the slight change in your demeanour. “Yeah! yeah no I’m fine I just had a rough sleep last night. I feel asleep on my couch memorising my lines so it wasn’t the most pleasant.” you ramble, trying to cover up your nerves, your attempt appearing to work.

“I think the way Megan has set the scene up is really smart.” she says whilst glancing towards you. Noticing the slight confusion on your face she elaborates, “I mean the way she has us kiss whilst we are both lying down. It gets rid of the whole height difference issue. Not that I have anything against it, I love it.” “Good to know” you reply, attempting to diffuse the tension by jokingly winking at her causing her to laugh and quickly hide her face with her hands. ‘Is she flustered?’ ‘Is there a chance she likes me back?’ you thought. However, just as quick as the thoughts came to your mind, you shut them down, ‘No Y/N stop. Don’t get your hopes up’. 

*time skip*

“Action!”. You are lying on the floor of Mia’s bedroom as Jenna, or Vada, rolls towards you. You stare deep into her eyes as she can’t stop giggling. Once she finally settles down, her face is only a few inches away from yours. She starts, “What?… ok I know your a woman of very little words… but I know you got some deep shit happening in this nice little head of yours.” she recites her lines perfectly as you giggle on cue. “God… ugh” you sigh. “Anything? Ok. Lets say this. Lets say you die tomorrow, ok, and what if you die sad because you regret not saying what you wanted to say… then what?”.

Those words, although scripted, make your heart sink, because as true as it is, you can’t tell her. You can’t ruin what you have with Jenna over some stupid crush. They say you should always pick roles you relate to, and you hate to agree that you relate to the fear that Mia is feeling right now, absolutely terrified of losing her best friend. You lie there in silence for a few seconds whilst your mind races. “I can’t say it” you whisper, drawing your eyes off of her. “Why?” she immediately responds. You can feel her eyes burning into the side of your face which both comforts and unsettles you.

When you finally pluck up the courage to face her, she looks almost ethereal in the ambient lighting of the room and you regret ever taking your eyes off of her. You aren’t able to seperate your own feelings from your characters, all you feel is love. You notice Jenna glance at your lips, as she is directed to, and the next thing you know she is leaning in. Your heart is racing faster than it ever has before, so much so you are worried she can hear it. When her lips touch yours, you feel warmth blossom in your chest. She pulls away slightly asking “Is this okay?” to which you nod softly. As she connects her lips to mine once more, her lips part slightly allowing my tongue to slip inside. Before I know it she is climbing on top of me, our bodies pressed together as our lips moved passionately against one another’s. Her hands begin exploring your body as your fingers travel through her hair as you breathed her in. It was utter bliss. Until it wasn’t.

“Cut! That was perfect girls well done. The chemistry was amazing, very believable.” “Thanks” you murmur as you seperate yourself from Jenna and get to your feet, avoiding all eye contact with her. “I think we got it guys you can head back to your trailers”. With that you made your way swiftly out of the room, attempting to avoid Jenna’s concerned stare and get to your trailer as quickly as possible. “Y/N! Y/N wait!” Jenna calls from behind you as you hear her rapidly approaching footsteps. She eventually catches up to you, stopping you when she grabs hold of your hand, swinging you around.

“Hey what’s wrong?” she asks, her hand still holding yours with concern written all over her face. You couldn’t help but think about how pretty she looked which didn’t help with your current predicament. “Nothing. I just… I need to be alone right now” you say, turning on your heels attempting to avoid having the conversation you have been dreading. She grabs ahold of your other hand in order to pull you back, not allowing you to avoid her and suffer in silence. “Hey.” she comforts softly “You can talk to me you know. Just tell me what’s wrong we can figure it out together.” “I can’t say it” you quote Mia as a tear rolls down your cheek, the weight of the conversation finally taking its toll on you as the fear of losing your best friend overcomes you.

You witness the moment it clicks in Jenna’s eyes, her gaze immediately softening as she wipes away your stray tear with her thumb. You see her lips twitch into a smile as her hands land on your cheeks, the two of you having a silent conversation with your eyes. Her eyes flicker down to your lips which doesn’t go unnoticed, but before you can comment on it she is guiding your face down to meet hers as her lips brush against yours tentatively. You were taken over by pure desire as you close the remaining distance, leaning into the kiss as you place your hands around her neck. The familiar feeling of her warm lips against yours makes your heart flutter as you begin to comprehend what is happening, she likes you back. Your lips slowly parted as your foreheads remained against each others. “I love you too Y/N” Jenna intimately whispered, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling back completely. “So you really do love the height difference?” you joke, unable to take your eyes off of her. “Of course I do. I love everything about you”.

[cherrynwinesk]

my first request is me not being an anon 🤭 anyway i saw ur quackity post about treating his s/o like a princess and i was like “AAWWWW QUE LINDOOOO” SO maybe u can do some headcanons of that? or lo que tu quieras 🤷‍♀️

(also i love the fact u do spanish and english content 🫶🏻 spanish is my first language so seeing content in my mother tongue is very warming 🫶🏻)

🍒: Mucha graciaaaaas!!! Creeme que yo también buscaba contenido en español y es súper limitado, y dije "no me voy a quedar esperando a que alguien más lo haga y voy hacerlo yo". Te lo voy a poner en ambos idiomas porque Quackity internacional. Gracias por tu apoyo, espero que mi blog sea un lugar seguro<333

Princess Treat Headcanon's ~ Quackity

Story g: Sfw / Soft

Language: English / Español

⚠️: None/Ninguno

CC's: Quackity, ElQuackity (bc both languages lol)

Reader g: Female / Femenino

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

»Español;

•Tiene su grado de caballerosidad siempre independientemente de quién sea la otra mujer, amigas, hermana, mamá, alguna familiar tuya

•Mientras te pretende, él siempre va a ser caballeroso

•Siendo novios esa caballerosidad es exclusiva, este trato no lo va a tener nadie más que tu

•Comenzando por lo básico, él siempre abrirá la puerta para ti, restaurante, casa o cualquier lugar. Quackity siempre abrirá la puerta para que tú puedas pasar primero sin tener que hacer el esfuerzo de empujar la puerta por tu propia cuenta

•Quackity también abre la puerta de su carro para ti, pero en este caso, una vez abierta la puerta él extiende su mano para que puedas tomarla y apoyarte en él para salir del asiento del copiloto

•Él nunca, nunca, va a llamarte con un insulto, ni por más pequeño que sea el insulto como "tonta" o cualquier otro

•Nunca va a faltarte el respeto haciendo comentarios sugerentes en momentos no indicados

•E incluso en momentos indicados, él siempre va hablarte o dirigirse hacia ti sin obsenidades

•Carga en su carro algunas sandalias o crocs cómodos por si en alguna cita tus zapatos empiezan a lastimar tus pies

•Quackity es un hombre proveedor

•Tus comidas siempre las paga él sin ninguna condición o esperar algo a cambio

•Siempre hay un pequeño detalle en tu cuerpo, como alguna cadena, pulcera o anillo que lo representen a él como tú novio

•Sin la necesidad de marcarte posesivamente

•"Está joya es un regalo de mi novio" y con eso él está presente en tu vida

»English;

•He always has his degree of chivalry regardless of who the other woman is, friends, sister, mother, any relative of yours.

•While you are dating, he's always going to be chivalrous.

•Being a couple that chivalry is exclusive, this deal will not have anyone else but you

•Starting with the basics, he will always open the door for you, restaurant, home or anywhere. Quackity will always open the door so you can go through first without having to push the door yourself.

•Quackity also opens his car door for you, but in this case, once the door is open he extends his hand so you can take it and lean on him to get out of the passenger seat

•He will never, never, call you an insult, no matter how small the insult is like "stupid" or any other

•He will never disrespect you by making suggestive comments at inappropriate times.

•And even at the right times, he will always talk to you or address you without obscenity

•Carry some comfortable sandals or crocs in his car in case your shoes start to hurt your feet on a date

•Quackity is a provider man

•Your meals are always paid for by him without any conditions or expecting something in return

•There is always a small detail on your body, like a chain, bracelet or ring that represents him as your boyfriend.

•Without the need to mark you possessively

•"This jewel is a gift from my boyfriend" and with that he is present in your life

[enha-sua]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [ENGENE-MADE] A-Z WITH SUA !

( a is for... ) at this point *tsk* i don't even know man , it's just at this point really

( b is for... ) boynextdoor *winks* listen to their song , it's a good song to skip down the street and disassociate from life.

( c is for... ) crab? jay i am allergic to crab , are you trying to take me out of this earth , what's your beef with me.

( d is for... ) don't you value the air , you like life right , then unhand my phone jake.

( e is for... ) *falls out of chair , gets up like nothing happened* "eh , i've had worse happened to me before."

( f is for... ) forget it , im getting the shoes , will deal with the consequences later.

( g is for... ) goddammit *looks at the staff* who said that *she's alone*

( h is for... ) have you seen my fake nail , im gonna try and glue it back on , i gotta get my moneys worth.

( i is for... ) i could've been a neurosurgeon had i not taken the idol role... think about that , i could've been holding a knife as a job *everyone is silently praying*

( j is for... ) *jungwon asking her to translate* jungwon my love , i am not the right person for this job , i can barely speak korean.

( k is for... ) karma is the best song on the album *check the comments* why are you guys booing me in the comments.

( l is for... ) love triangles bring me so much stress *literally sitting in between heeseung and sunghoon the biggest love triangle in kpop*

( m is for... ) maybe i am the problem... yeah it's definitely me.

( n is for... ) no , i simply don't want to do it , and you can't make.

( o is for... ) *randomly when it's quite* ooooh eeee like karma-a-a

( p is for... ) *screams at the top of her lungs* PARK SUNGHOON *sunghoon is scared* "can you get that"

( q is for... ) quite , im looking for my airpod and i can't think.

( r is for... ) *ni-ki talking while she's driving* ri-ki i will crash this car if i don't focus , calm down.

( s is for... ) so what you're saying is that you hate me , wow after all we've been through *all heeseung said was no*

( t is for... ) take my photo sunghoon *gets photo back* did you take it with a refrigerator, this is terrible.

( u is for... ) uhhh im not sure if i can answer that without legal liability.

( v is for... ) vote for me best enhypen member.

( w is for... ) what the hell *everyone is shock* what , i didn't say nothing

( x is for... ) xoxo <3 *thinks for a second* somi baby please come back i miss you

( y is for... ) *reads a mean comment* you hate my voice?? i mean you can turn off the live , im the one who has to live with it so.

( z is for... ) zero intellectual thoughts in there , just marbles and vibes.

©️ENHA-SUA

[hangmansgbaby]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

MAATHP Masterlist

2 : Y O U N E E D T O C A L M D O W N

Getting called into the president’s office is never a good thing. Getting called into your father’s office is never a good thing. But when the president is your father and the PR manager AND Secret Service escort you to his office, you know that you royally fucked up this time, but Meri would never let her father know that she knew that.

“Hi daddy!” Meredith smiles innocently when she enters the Oval Office.

“Sit.” Meri drops into the couch immediately, waiting for her father to look up from his desk. He’s reading on Bernie’s iPad and Meri just has a feeling that he’s looking at the article published this morning about her. “Sweetheart, you know that I love you.”

“Well, I love you too.” Meri replies, smiling, hoping he’ll ignore the news of her outburst. 

“But what in God’s name were you thinking!” His volume makes her smile falter. “I have been on the phone all day with the King of England because you decided to scream at the heir to the throne! Have you lost your mind?”

“Well I can explain–”

“Oh you are going to explain. And you’ll explain until your face turns blue about how they took this… this…” Pete groans before he continues, “this disagreement, out of context and you two are actually great friends.”

“But…”

“No buts.” He glares, and Meri immediately stops talking. “You are going to be on the next flight to London. Today! And you better fix this.”

“Yes sir.” Meri sighs as he dismisses her. 

“Miss Mitchell, welcome back to Kensington Palace.” Bob Floyd greets Meri as she exits the car. 

“It's great to see you, Bob.” Meri smiles politely. “Where is the prince?” She questions, moving to help the driver unload her bags.

“Jake’s running a little behind today.”

“As usual.” She groaned, turning back to the prince’s best friend and courtier. “Then I will be going to my room and if the prince decides he wants to show up for his affairs then I will gladly make an appearance.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Meri.” Bob laughs, leading her to the guest wing. 

“Oh, Nat is going to be joining me next week.”

“Did I hear something about Natasha?”

“Meri, you remember Javy Machado?” Bob reintroduces him. 

“Yes, the self proclaimed best friend to the heir who has an unhealthy obsession with my best friend.” Meri replies sarcastically as she shake Javy’s hand. 

“Oh look is the little Miss Americana who can have any man and still acts like a hoe.” Javy laughs, unable to keep up in their usual game. 

“It's great to see you, Jav. And yes, Nat’s going to be here next week, maybe ask her out this time?” The American asks, dropping her bags to the couch in the room. 

Javy groans and drops to the bed. 

Natasha Trace and Javy Machado have bounced around the idea of being a couple for all of 3 years now. Meredith and Bradley have been telling Nat to just ask him out while Bob and even Jake have been trying to convince Javy to ask her. 

“How about you, Meri?” Bob perks up. “Any men catching your eye?”

“No,” She answers simply. “Now shoo. I need a relaxing bath before I deal with your best friend.” Meredith pushes both men out the door, shutting it behind them before making her way to the connected bathroom. 

“They’re so going to get married.” Javy laughs, he and Bob walking towards the study where Jake currently resides.

“I don’t know man, she seems pretty set in her feelings about him.”

“About who?” Jake perks up as his friends enter.

“Nothing.” Bob says. “Do you plan on making an appearance with your guest or should I send the reporters home?”

“Interviews are at 3, I have a few hours to enjoy myself.” Jake shrugs, closing the folders he was previously flipping through. 

“No, they’re at 1 and you have 45 minutes to change and meet Meri out front for pictures.” Bob corrects. “So please, do not piss her off anymore and just play nice, okay?”

Jake flashes a smirk at Bob’s request as he chuckles. “I’m always nice.”

Every interview that evening started with the same question, “So you two have been friends since her father’s Inauguration Ball?” 

Jake laughs at the notion. The two had both met at a charity gala a few weeks after the election and hadn’t even spoken to each other. Then when the inauguration ball came around, Meredith Mitchell told him he could ‘suck his own royal dick’ and to leave her alone.The President did not like hearing her say that.

“We got off to a rocky start, that's for sure. Meri was still new to being center stage in everything and she only knew me as the playboy I’m depicted as online, but by the end of the night we quickly realized we weren’t much different. Plus our dad’s are actually old friends.” Jake answers.

Meri went to answer as well but the reporter quickly asked another question. 

“What was your first opinion of the President’s daughter?”

“I thought she was,” Jake paused, glancing over at her as she began to intently listen to what he was saying, “is.. I think she is absolutely beautiful.” He says, eyes never leaving hers. “She has the most amazing laugh, and her smile, well it’s infectious really.”

“Have you ever thought of being anything more with her, your highness?”

“Do you plan on asking me any questions while you're here?” Meri interrupts, turning away from Jake’s stare. 

“Excuse me, I was speaking to the prince.”

“No, you were just ignoring me. Do you have any questions for me in your little journal?” The reporter stutters as he flips through the pages. “We’re done here.” Meredith stands and walks to the door.

“But I still have questions!”

“Ask me one question about anything but my outfit, diet, or workout plan and I will actually take you seriously.” Meri glares at the reporter who sits stunned.  “Exactly, I’m leaving.”

“Hey Meri, wait up!” Jake follows after her. 

Meredith storms through Kensington Palace mumbling to herself. Jake silently follows behind her, patiently waiting for her to stop. 

Meri couldn’t believe the audacity the reporter had to ignore her and surely every other reporter took her comments and scrapped them as soon as they left. 

“No good, son of a bitch.”

“Hey Meri?”

“Shut up.” She growls, throwing open the door to her room.

“Meri…”

“I said shut up!” She screams, facing the prince. “You don’t get it do you?”

“He was just asking some questions. I don’t see the big deal.” He shrugs, leaning against the doorway.

“Big… I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Well Meri? What do you want me to think? You yelled at the poor guy for asking a question.”

“To the world I’m nothing more than a girl on a pedestal. Who designed my dress, what makeup brands am I wearing, what kind of diet of rabbit food am I on! It's the same thing every time!” Meri explains to Jake. She’d gotten used to the misogyny over the years but it still irks her to the bone. “And then, that reporter asks if we’d be more than friends, I’m just some piece of arm candy aren't I?”

“No! Meri you are so much more than the bullshit questions people ask you.” Jake defends. “If anyone doesn’t see that then they’re an idiot.”

“Like you know shit about me.” She brushes off his comments. After all, in Meredith’s mind, Prince Jake doesn’t care about her, or any girl. Never has, never will. 

“People can change, Meri. Especially when people believe they can’t.”

Taglist : @mayhemmanaged @sarahsmi13s @kmc1989 @dempy @atarmychick007 @sarahjoestewy-blog @fangirlvibez @princess76179 @averyhotchner @multifandomgirl-us @lynnevanss @beautifulandvoid @djs8891 @imaginecrushes @els-marvelvsp @daisydaisygoose @missymisha @ems-alexandra @rogersbarnesxx @good-night-starlight

[strangerthingsn]

Bruised

Part 10

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warning:18+ (all parts), hurt, angst, trauma

”hey y/n” Jade smiles when you walk in.

“hey, how are you doing” you look at her.

“pretty good, how about you? You look… tired”

“I am… Elias kept me awake tonight” you sigh. “Don’t get me wrong I love him but..kids…” you roll your eyes.

“I understand, go put your clothes on and we’ll see how it goes, maybe you can leave earlier” she smiles. “Hey you have a tattoo?”

“yess” you nod looking at the tattoo Eddie gave you a couple days ago.

“Awh its adorable” she smiles looking at it.

“Thanks, I’m gonna put my uniform on be right back” you smile walking to the dressing room.

—3 hours later—

You’re not even working that long yet but you’re exhausted but you try to be nice to every customer.

“are you okay?” Jade asks a little worried.

“I’m fine, thanks” you smile a bit.

“Good morning ladies” a similar voice says. You look up to meet the eyes of fucking: Alan Munson. You swallow and try not to freak out.

“h-hey” you clear your throat talking a little different then you do normally, hoping he will not notice you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, it doesn’t surprise you if the whole shop could hear your heartbeat.

“Hello darling” darling? Gross. he leans on the counter in a flirty way.

“What…uhh what can I get for u?” You say silently.

“Cant hear you doll”

“What can I get for you.?” You say a little louder meeting his eyes once again. You notice your breath had sped up.

“hey-.. I think..” he furrows his eyebrows.

“hm?” Please don’t recognize me. Please don’t recognize me. Please don’t- you thoughts got cut of by his voice.

“I think I know you.?” He looks at you.

“I-… excuse me” you can’t handle this anymore, you started crying and hyperventilating when you walk to the back of the coffee shop. You needed to get away hire. You grab the phone typing the right number as fast as possible. When he picks up you try to talk.

“It’s Eddie Mu- babe?”

“Eddie I-“ you’re totally out of breath and the tears running down your cheeks didn’t help much either.

“it’s okay breath… you want me to come and get you?” He asks you hear him already grabbing his keys.

“please” you sob.

“I’ll be right there baby” before you could say anything he hangs up. You hear Jade helping Alan because of his voice. The voice he just called you darling with and once called you, slut, whore and bitch with, and with the hand he was leaning on the counter, he once shot you and almost killed you and your son.

The thoughts were running through your head and you could stop them. You needed a safe place, that’s why you locked yourself in the toilet. You sit on the ground still crying and hyperventilating.

“y/n?” Jade asks worried.

“Im hire” you say softly but it was loud enough for her to hear.

“honey can you open the door? The man wants to talk with you”

“p-please…” you sob shaking your head no even thought she can’t see you.

“What please.? Y/n what’s up.?” She’s really worried.

“E-Eddies dad” you say quietly.

“o- oh.” She says also a lot more silent. “I’ll give him his damn coffee gonna fucking spit in. it be right back”

-

“she just had a long day, she struggles with stuff at home” Jade explains to Alan.

“she don’t wanna talk?” He looks at jade.

“no. So what can I get you?”

“Just coffee don’t want anything in it”

“ok.” She walks to the machine making his order ready while he continues.

“I thought I knew her, she got a similar face”

“oh she was a model also was in much magazines” Jade lies.

“ohh” Alan nods. When a customer walks in he seems to be distracted, so Jade actually spit in his drink.

“Eddie?” Jade hears Alan saying.

“fuck” Eddie curses under his breath, he had Elias in his arms. You and Jade are so damn lucky there is no one else in the shop.

“Hey son, you got a fucking kid?”

“Don’t call me your son.”Eddie looks mad.

“Having a kid was the biggest mistake you could make.” Alan looks disgusted at the baby.

“No it isn’t.” Eddie turns to Jade when she understand him she points at the back where you are, and he nods walking through the doors.

“uh-… sorry” Alan clears his throat.

“hire your coffee” Jade looks annoyed by him and hands him his coffee. Alan gave a quick smile and sits down by a table.

-

“babe?” Eddie looks around. “I have a young man who wants to give mummy cuddles” He swallows not knowing what to do in this situation.

“M Here” you sob opening the door of the toilet.

“oh god baby i feel so bad for you” Eddie wraps one of his arms around you. You hold him tight and you take your sons hand. “I didn’t know he’s out of jail yet” he presses his lips against your head.

“maybe im over acting” you wipe away your tears.

“No you aren’t. That motherfucker shot you” Eddie rubs your back gently. “Come sit down” he grabs a chair away from the table with one hand and he helps you sit down.

“thanks” you take a seat and you try not to cry even more.

“Don’t thank me, wanna hold Elias.?”

“yes please” you looks at your son in his arms looking around not knowing what’s happening. Eddie smiles and gives him gently. “Hey lovely” you try to smile a bit.

“nana” he reaches at a banana laying on the table.

“You want the nana?” You ask him.

“thats mamas lunch” Eddie grabs it.

“he can have it” you go with your hand through his curls.

“do you have a knife?” He looks around.

“I think Jade has one there”

“ummh, okay.. might take a little longer cause that son of a bitch wants to talk”

“its okay, i can break it?”

“no no, I’ll do everything for my favorite kiddo” he smiles walking out of the doors.

“Elias?” You look down at him and he brights up as he hears you calling his name. “I love you” you kiss his head gently. He looks up at you giving you a little kiss back. “Awhh” you smile.

-

“You have a knife?”Eddie asks Jade.

“Why you need a knife?” She looks confused.

“Gonna cut a banana for Elias” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Well I have” she says opening a cupboard and taking a knife out.

“Thanks” Eddie takes it and walks to the back until..

“Hey Eds, can we talk… just for a second” he hears his dads voice ask.

“What Alan? What do you wanna talk about? How it was not your fault to shoot a little girl?!”

“she wasn’t even little.”

“she was eighteen dad.” Eddie looks so mad at this moment.

“how was it my fault?! She failed her work, besides its very normal to be on birth control while being a sex worker. How was I supposed to know she wasn’t?!”

“So you just shoot her?!! You’re crazy man” He makes wrists of his hands.

“It was better for her anyways, hope she had a dying death.”

“fuck you.” Eddie looses it and he gives his dad a hard punch in his face.

“EDDIE NO!” Jade yells grabbing his wrist pulling back behind the counter.

“What happened?!” You run through the doors with Elias in your arms. You look around but seeing Eddie mad like this and his dad with a bleeding nose says enough.

“You gonna regret this, I didn’t raise you like this.” Alan is on his way to grab Eddie.

“You didn’t raise me at all.” He looks at his dad with tears in his eyes.

“That’s cause you where a fucking accident and your mom decided to keep you, not me.”

“You shot her. Maybe if you didn’t I had atleast her and a brother.” Alan didn’t miss one thing and that was the way Eddie looked at you with hurt in his eyes.

“ohh, I get it” Alan walks over to you and looks at the baby. “Is this your girlfriend? Since when you fuck whores?”

He knew it. He knew it all along.

“Dont fucking touch her.” Eddie frees himself from Jade her grip.

“or what?” Alan smirks. “Little nervous aren’t you doll?” He looks at you holding your breath. “This is my son isn’t it” he takes Elias his hand.

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH HIM” you kick him in his balls.

“fuck.” Alan backs off.

“mom insist” Jade whispers and Eddie just looks surprised at you.

“Well I don’t think you can make kids anymore. Problem solved. Get out or I call the police.” Eddie pushes his dad towards the door.

“I’m not done with you young man.” Alan looks extremely mad at Eddie and slams the door shut behind him.

“Sorry. I’m really sorry” Eddie looks at you and Jade.

“its okay, we didn’t have a busy day and at this time anyways” Jade shrugs his shoulders.

“Nana.?” Elias looks at Eddie.

“Yeah sure, I’ll cut you banana now” Eddie takes him from you and kisses your forehead. “Are you okay”

“m fine.” You where still mad and Eddie saw it.

“Well I think your pretty bad ass and I’ll think twice before getting into discussion with you now” Eddie jokes.

“I think he’s still gonna feel that for a while” Jade nods. “I’m closing by the way we can leave form the back” she walks to the door with the keys.

“Okay” you nod while grabbing a wipe to clean everything.

—1 hour later—

“home sweet home” Eddie walks into the trailer with you and Elias.

“I should cook”

“no im gonna cook. You’re feeding Elias and you’re gonna bring him to me after then you take a nap.”

“okay boss” you kiss his cheek with a gentle smile walking to the bedroom. You lay Elias on the bed so you can take off your shirt and bra. Picking him up again you sit down against the headboard. Elias starts drinking and you look at him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have showed you this side of me..” you start talking. “I’m gonna explain this all to you when you’re older. Promise”

“honey?” Eddie calls form the kitchen.

“yeah?”

“pancakes okay?” He asks, mostly when Eddie cooks its pancakes.

“Sure, make one for Eli too”

“I will”

“you hear that, we are gonna eat your favorite food” you boop is nose and as response he chuckles, your in love with his little chuckles.

“don’t drink too much then” you mutter, he has just a little belly so he definitely needs some space for the pancake. Elias is already growing so fast and his hair is adorable.

“da” he says when he pulls away from you.

“You wanna help daddy with baking?” You put on your bra, he’s so busy and wants so much he forgets to drink sometimes. But that didn’t matter for now. “Come here” you pick him up and you walk over to Eddie.

“there are my favorites” Eddie kisses the top of your head and then Elias. he always lays a blanket and pillows in the sink so he can sit there. You set Elias in the sink and you stand next to Eddie. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t hear him at first, you where over thinking.

“y/n?”

“oh yes?” You look at him.

“are you okay?” He rubs your back.

“I’m fine” you nod.

“Okay, tell me when you don’t feel fine, yeah?” He pulls you into a hug.

“I will” you nod hugging him back tightly.

“go take a little nap” he kisses your head again.

“okay” you let go of Eddie and walk back into the bedroom.

-8 hours later-

It’s around 2 am and you just couldn’t fall asleep, you kept thinking about Alan and his terrible smirk. The way he knew who you were but lied about it. The way he wanted to hurt his own sons and you.

“baby” Eddie mumbles apparently awake.

“Jesus Eds you scared me” you turn to him.

“Why are you awake? Had a bad dream?” He keeps whispering.

“no I didn’t sleep at all” you shrug your shoulders.

“are you scared?”

“i don’t know…” you look down. Eddie wraps his arms around you and cuddles you.

“Ill keep you and Elias safe”

“I know you will” you nod laying your head on his chest.

“next time i see him i shoot him down”

“You wanna be in jail the rest of your life?” You snap.

“Well ill do everything to keep you safe..”

“no Eddie I still want babies with you” you chuckle a bit.

“multiple?” Eddie looks at you with big eyes.

“Maybe”

“God no one sibling for Elias is enough” Eddie chuckles too.

“Sure” you smile.

“now sleep cuddlebug” he plays with your hair.

“okay sir” you smile closing your eyes.

sorry that this took so super long but I was so busy lately.. I hope you enjoy

tagglist:

@bethexo07 @kellyxo1 @daisyridleyss @lovetaquitosmmmm

[l1tw1ck]

4k Follower Celebration!

Send in numbers + letters + a character or two and you'll receive a short fic in return!

Requests Open

Rules:

☆ Read My Writelist if you're new

☆ You can send 4 numbers and 2 letters

☆ You're allowed to add any other kinks that aren't listed here

☆ You can expand on the prompt and add a plot if you want to

Phone Sex

Shower Sex

Stockholm Syndrome

Yandere

Restraints

Drunk Sex

Corruption

Somnophilia

Stepcest

Public Sex

Voyeurism

Kidnapping

Camboy

Marking

Heat

Cameras

Perversion

Stalking

Car Sex

Hybrids (Cat Boys, Puppy Boys, Bunny Boys, Etc.)

Power Imbalance (Teacher/Student, Boss/Subordinate, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby, etc.)

Thighs

Window Sex

Over Sensitivity

Virginity Loss

Sex Pollen

Aphrodisiacs

Free Use

Innocence

Dacryphilia

Crying

Asphyxiation

Hate/Angry Sex

Stripper

Alternate Universe (Royalty, Role Reversal, Villain, etc.)

Cockwarming

Hate Sex

Roleplay

Dom/Sub

Dressing Up (Cosplay, Lingerie, Skirts, etc.)

Cum as Lube

Blood as Lube

Orgasm Denial/Delay

Size Difference

Predator/Prey

Creampie

Praise

Degradation

Humiliation

Choking

Succubus/Incubus

Daddy Kink

Coming Untouched

Hypnotism

Glory Hole

DILF

Cheating

Blackmail

Non-Con

Objectification

Coming in Pants

Age Gap

Just The Tip

Double Penetration

Broken Condom

Womb Fucking

Mind Break

Video Sex

Dry Humping

Monsterfucking

A. "Keep your voice down."

B. "I've barely even touched you."

C. "You're nothing but a whore."

D. "Where do you want it?"

E. "Please don't-"

F. "I'm sorry."

G. "I'll do anything!"

H. "Not inside!"

I. "Stop struggling."

J. "You're mine."

K. "Stay away from them."

L. "Don't make me say it again."

M. "You look better like this."

N. "You didn't wear any underwear?"

O. "It hurts!"

P. "You thought I wouldn't find out?"

Q. "Kneel."

R. "Don't touch me."

S. "Show me."

T. "...whether you like it or not."

U. "I'll be gentle."

V. "It won't fit."

W. "What if I don't?"

X. "You need to learn some manners."

Y. "More~"

Z. "I need you."

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 726: Sakamichi until the Central Sports Park

Pag 1

1: Two hours earlier, Sohoku High School racing team is on the mountain road towards the training camp

2: Are you alright, Onoda-san!?

Ugh....

Y- your condition... ahh, ahhhh

Captain!!

3: We were descending at a high speed, and then the moment we entered the mountain road his face turned... white

What do we do about this training camp

Is- is.... is he going to be alright?

4: Yeah, don't worry

It's Onoda-kun's specialty that we've gotten used to – car sickenss!!

I didn't think it would happen three years in a row

Pag 2

1: At the same place!!

2: I'm- alright, Naru.... ko... kun

Yeah you don't look alright at all

Your face is as white as paper

3: During these three years.... I've learned... and

I've come..... prepared....

4: Go ahead before me

5: There's no need to contact Toji-san either

6: From here....

Pag 3

1: To the Cycling Sports Park it's 18km....

I realized that on this mountain road

Pag 4

1: If I go with my bike, I'm sure I won't feel sick!!

Pag 5

1: I don't feel faint and I don't feel sick either

And I won't bother everyone

Ahhh... bikes really are the best...!!

2: But I'll be a little later for the start

I'll hurry as much as possible

(Time display)

4: But

5: The air is sweet, and I'm able to slowly enjoy the scenery

Ah, I can see the sea

6: I even started humming without noticing

Hm hm hm

Ahhh the “Love Hime”'s third season announcement PV only has the chorsu part of the song.... I want to listen to the opening!!

Even though I'm pedaling like this

Pag 6

1: There's many things to discover

2: 3km to go!!

3: This climb, and then the descent after it!!

4: Alright, I'm at the top

5: Hm hm hm

6: Hime hime

Pag 7

1: Hime.....

2: Waaaaaaaa, he's deaaad!!

3: Someone- someone's collapsed

Waaaaa my first dscorvery

Wh- wh- what should I do

4: My phone, my phone

Pag 8

1: I'm alive

A- i- u- e- o

Pag 9

1: See, I can even speak Japanese

2: I'm just resting

On the ground

3: You can go

Goodbye

4: O-okay

Sorry, you surprised me

5: What a strange person....

Well, then....

He was wearing a unifer, is he a student.....?

Pag 10

1: Hakone Academy is around here, maybe he's an Hakone Academy's student?

2: Uh-oh, I'm on my way to training camp! I have to hurry

I left the start to Naruko-kun, but....

4: Huh?!

This smell....

5: Just now the smell of plants was mixed a little with the smell of blood!!

Pag 11

1: He's injured!!

2: Maybe I'm wrong? Maybe I'm making a mistake?

Maybe he'll brush me off again!?

3: But

4: Let's turn back!!

Aaaaaaaa

Pag 12

2: Oh?

3: The four-eyes from before

Pag 13

1: I'm just resting, you can go

Yo-yo-you're injured!!

2: I have water and bandages!!

Oh

3: Are you kidding me

4: No way something so convenient

5: is... happe.... ning

Waa-

6: Are you alright!? Were you hit by car!?

Are you alright!?

7: Huh? No... on my own.....

On your own!?

Pag 14

1: Just for a moment, I looked away just a little

And then there was a hole and I fell

2: This is so hard, this is so hard

3: He's not listening

5: He's so bad at this....

6: But

Pag 15

1: You saved me

Thanks a lot

5: I'm glad!

7: By the way, that

Is the same as the one that a famous guy from Chiba rides

The bicycle

Pag 16

1: Huh

2: You know bicycles very well?

Yeah

3: I was riding one earlier

4: Earlier?

5: Now it's a little....

Waaa- It's fallen to the bottom of the valley...!!

6: I was riding, then I got caught in a hole

Kinda like that

Pag 17

1: Leave it to me, I'll bring it to you

2: I'll....

Ohhh, what a kind guy!!

3: I-!!

Waa--!!

5: …. well then, I'll go

Somehow now it feels reversed and I feel sorry

6: By the way....

Ahead of here

7: There's only the Cycling Sports Park

And from today for the next four days it's reserved so you can't use it

So where are you going, Four-eyes-san?

Pag 18

1: To the Cycling Sports Park

2: I'm Chiba's.... Sohoku High School's cap.... captain

Do you know of it?

My name is Onoda Sakamichi

We're having a training camp there from today

Pag 19

2: Who?

Huh- ah, no- haha it's it's just a name

He doesn't know me....!! This is so embarassing!!

3: You're kidding me.....

4: The super famous person of Chiba!!

5: This is baad... I was s surprised I bluffed and pretended not to know

Ah... uhm, and you?

6: Huh, me?

I'm- I'm!!

Pag 20

1: I'm Hakone Academy first year, the super rookie!! I'm Tobirama!!

2: It hurts

This person's head looks like a scrubbing brush

[crappymixtape]

i hate you ( not )

REQUEST → anonymous, 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ love a good enemies to lovers smutty fic – anything works, just lots of sarcasm and name calling to build up the tension • 18+ | ( 3.6k – a nice lil mountain of angst that rolls down into a big ol’ valley of smut, steve x reader )

I H A T E Y O U ( N O T ) 🎶 dopamine, julius black

“Are you seriously following me right now?” you didn’t even bother looking over your shoulder as you shouted over the crunch of Steve’s shoes in the gravel behind you trying to catch up.

He was fucking impossible. Always finding a way to get under your skin. Telling you the way you stocked the shelves at Family Video was wrong. Making fun of your beater of a car. Chewing his chips so loudly in the break room you thought it’d make you go certifiably insane. Always obnoxious, but easily dealt with til now. When he’d gone too far.

A party down at the quarry. Too much beer and smoke and haze and the crack of the bonfire against the inky black sky. You were trying to talk to a boy you’d run into at the store, a cute boy. One that didn’t smack his lips or slurp his soda. One that didn’t look at you like you were the bane of his existence and it had been going so well for once.

Had been.

Until Steve.

“Yeah, they’re so fucking good live. Maybe I can take you next time they’re in town?”

“I’d love that,” your stomach flipped over, grin pulling at the corners of your lips as Liam looked down at you through his dark curls. Smiled at you warm and soft. Eyes deep and green, like the trees along the fence line at night and god, it was just nice to be treated like this for once.

“You don’t even like them,” Steve’s voice cut in as he stepped up next to you beer in hand, and your cheeks burned. Bright red, embarrassed and angry.

Liam looked over at Steve, confusion pinching between his brows and then glanced down at you.

“Oh, I thought you said–”

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” you insisted, turning your back to Steve and trying your best to smile up at Liam, but the warmth on his face had faded.

“Okay,” Liam said, drawing out the vowel. Drinking the rest of his beer he tossed the can into the fire and jammed his hands into his pockets, “Well. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Wait! A-are you leaving? You just got here,” you protested, trying not to sound desperate. Liam was so sweet and all you wanted for once was just to have a nice time, but he was already turning to walk back up the hill.

“Yeah, sorry. I gotta be up early for work. I’ll call you,” he said, but you knew he wouldn’t as he forced a smile. Gave you a small half wave before heading across the gravel of the quarry and up to his truck.

“But–don’t you want to–” you stopped yourself short knowing it was useless. Steve chuckled behind you and you felt heat rise in your chest again.

Eyes squeezing shut and hands balled into fists, your nails pressed half moons into your palms as you spun back around to Steve. The glare you gave him wiped the grin right off his face and his lips twisted into a scowl.

“What?” he asked stupidly and you huffed a sound of disbelief.

“What d’you mean, what?” you shot back, taking a few steps toward him, “You just fucked that up for me. On purpose!”

“I did you a favor, that guy’s an idiot,” Steve grumbled and you laughed then. A hollow, humorless one that pushed itself from your lungs.

“You’re a real dick, Harrington,” you said, stepping up to him in defiance and he crowded down over you. Looked at you like a challenge. Eyes lit up bright in the firelight. Melted caramel. Amber. Whiskey and honey and you didn’t shy away from it.

“Oh, yeah? Well you’re no ray of sunshine, princess,” he was close enough now you could feel his breath warm over your cheek and the air grew thick, too hot, and it had nothing to do with the summer heat or the fire.

“Asshole,” you half whispered, using what little resolve you had left to tear away from him and stalk up the same hill Liam had toward your car, leaving Steve behind in a lurch.

You could hear gravel crunching behind you, the slip and slide of rock on rock punctuated by Steve’s sharp breaths.

“Are you seriously following me right now?”

“Yeah, if you just–Jesus Christ–slow down!” Steve’s feet skidded as he nearly tripped, but you kept going, digging in your purse for your keys.

You didn’t want to stay, didn’t want to hear whatever bullshit excuse he had loaded. You couldn’t. Not without ripping into him. Fumbling your key in your hand you jammed it into the lock just as Steve caught up, hands on his hips as he sucked in gasps of air.

“C’mon. Can you just–can you just gimme a minute?” he asked, out of breath and tone edging on pleading, but you resisted turning around.

“Why the hell would I do that?” you asked against your car door.

“Shit, princess. D’you really hate me that much?” his tone was even softer this time and you shook your head.

“Only as much as you hate me,” you snapped.

Finally getting the lock undone, you tried to wrench the door open, but Steve’s hand stopped you. Pressed into yours and kept it shut.

“God, what’s your problem?” you turned to hurl daggers at him, but the words died in your throat when you realized just how close he was.

Toes bumping into yours, hair falling all messy across his forehead, chest still heaving with the effort of jogging up the hill and everything blurred. Dizzy and spinning and even though you hadn’t been the one running, you couldn’t catch your breath.

“I don’t have one,” he said voice low and you felt your lips fall open at the way it made your stomach twist.

The anger that had settled in your chest shifting into something else. Something that felt dangerous. Swallowing thick you tried to shake your head, shake him, and you pulled your hand away from his.

“Sure seems like it,” you mumbled, mouth firmed in a line, trying so hard to stand your ground.

His brows pinched together. A mixture of frustration, uncertainty. Struggling to put words to the feelings that were squeezing in his chest, just as conflicted as you were. He looked at you through the long sweep of his lashes, eyes searching yours and bit at the inside of his cheek.

He thought he’d been in love with you the minute you walked into Family Video. Wearing your cut off jeans and an old baggy Hawkins High basketball jersey. Hair pulled up away from your face so that he could see the soft curve of your shoulders, the baby hairs that curled at the nape of your neck. You looked grumpy, frustrated, and the frown twisting across your lips drove him crazy. So did the heat in your tone as you talked to Keith, telling him you wanted was ‘a stupid job’ to pay for your ‘stupid bills’ and god if he didn’t feel stupid for staring.

There was no way you didn’t have a boyfriend. You were too hot. Too funny and sharp and cool. Hell, even if you didn’t have a boyfriend he figured there was no way he’d have a chance, so he did what he always did. Acted like he didn’t care. Needled you, pestered you, got under your skin. Got a little mean with it, but he hadn’t expected it to backfire. Hadn’t expected you play back and fuck if it didn’t make it worse.

Took to calling you Princess because he loved the way you glared at him.

Ate half your lunch just so he had an excuse to walk you across the street for a bag of chips.

Said you did things wrong just so you’d shove at him, tell him ‘if he was so good at it why didn’t he show you?’

And when he finally figured out you were single he felt like he’d fucked up. Like he’d taken it too far and there was no way he could be what he really wanted to be for you. No way to tell you how badly he wanted to take you out. How badly he wanted to treat you right. Hold your hand and call you baby.

Hey, baby.

How much he wished he could press his lips into yours and see if you tasted all sweet and tart at the same time. Sour on the outside, sugar on the inside. How he wanted to run his hands up your legs, feel you under him, tell you things that’d pull sweet sounds from your lips, but now you were here at this stupid party. Now there was Liam and he couldn’t help it.

Anything to keep him away from you and now he felt like he was answering for everything.

“See?” you insisted at his hesitation, huffing a sigh and turning back into your car, but Steve grabbed at your hand and spun you around again.

“S’not you!” he said a little too loud, cheeks burning with his admission and he bit his lips between his teeth, “It’s everybody else.”

Your face shifted skeptical, a little cynical, but he was so damn close. Too close and you tried to pull in a breath. Tried to hold onto your anger, but it slipped through your fingers like water. Scattered like wishes on a breeze as the scent of his cologne made you go all hazy. The look in his eyes pouring into you like kerosene on a fire. Made you want to grab fistfuls of his shirt in your hands and feel the full weight of him on you and–

“I don’t see what that’s gotta do with me,” you sniped, trying to keep your tone short, but it came out softer and he took the opportunity and ran with it.

“Everything, actually,” his lips tugged up into a small sheepish smile, but dropped again as he realized there was more to say. “I know I’m a dick–”

“You think?” you cut in and he leveled you with a look.

“Thanks,” he muttered and it pulled a little grin from you, but the next thing he said wiped it off your face, “M’sorry,” and your stomach flipped over at the way he was looking at you. “I just…I wish it were me,” he said, lifting a hand to your cheek and tucking a few stray locks of hair behind your ear.

Wish it were me. Your heart was racing.

“Wish what was you?” you whispered. Afraid to hear the answer. Holding your breath as he leaned in. Nose nearly brushing over your cheek. Close enough to kiss you if he wanted and god did you want him to.

“The one askin’ you out,” he whispered back and it struck you silent.

How was that possible? He was awful. Annoying and irritating and obnoxious and now he was telling you he wanted to ask you out?

“So ask me, Harrington,” you murmured and watched as his brows lifted in surprise, lips parted into a little ‘o’ as his brain raced to catch up.

“Wai–what?” he stumbled over his words and you pressed a hand to his chest.

“Ask me,” you said again and he huffed a laugh, tongue jammed into his cheek as he looked back down at you.

“Okay,” he managed, licking over his lips as he gathered himself back up, “C-Can I take you out?”

“Mmhm,” you murmured, nerves giving way to confidence and you pulled him down into you a little closer. Pressed your lips against his ear and whispered, “Kiss me.” And it nearly knocked him over.

Pulling away you looked up at him, whispered his name like a question and it blew his pupils wide. Dark at the center and fringed in gold and it was enough to make him lean back down. Soft and tentative at first, but bolder and braver when you sighed into him.

An exhale. A release. A realization of what you’d wanted this whole time and it made you grab his shirt in your hands, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and the sounds you pulled from each other were greedy.

More more more.

Hands splaying out over his chest you slid them up his shoulders and into his hair, pulling it lightly as his tongue licked into you and the moan he loosed made you press your thighs together.

“Shit,” he hissed, fingers pressing into the plush of your hips, mouth dragging hot down your neck and across your collarbone. Kisses messy and slipping on your skin and god you needed him. “Christ, princess, you drive me crazy,” he admitted and you grinned, all smug and holding the upper hand, but then he slotted a leg between your thighs and you lost it.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Felt like he was the only thing keeping you from falling away and it made you hold onto him tighter. You could still hear the laughter and the music down at the bonfire, but it sounded so far away. Both of you hidden in the thick, indigo shadows that fell out under the stand of trees, dark enough to not care what you were about to ask.

“Steve,” you pulled away just enough to speak and he stopped, both of you panting short breaths into the space between you.

“Sorry, can slow down if you want–”

“No–shit–” you squeezed your eyes shut to focus, “Don’t stop.” Swallowing thick you opened your eyes again and looked right up at him, “Just get in.”

Hands slipping against your car you fumbled to open the door to the backseat and half shoved him in before piling in after. When you closed it behind you the small space was suddenly filled with the sounds of your breaths. Quick and nervous and anticipating.

Steve sat on the bench, just as anxious as you were, and watched with heavy lidded eyes as you climbed over him. Straddled him with a leg on either side. Your dress hitching up and bunching at your hips and all he could do was grab onto your thighs for dear life. Pressing a hand into the seat behind his head you bit your lip between your teeth and pulled in a steadying breath.

“Here,” you whispered, taking one of his hands and sliding it between your legs. Making him feel the heat that had pooled there, showing him what he was doing to you and he groaned. A filthy sound that fell from his lips as he pressed his fingers against your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” he rasped, already wrecked from feeling how wet you were. “Okayokayokay. So fuckin’ hot, babe. Shit,” nonsense fell from his lips and you had half a mind to laugh at him, but his fingers were pulling your panties aside and touching you not your panties and it pulled a gasp from you.

At the sound his eyes darted up to look at you, make sure you were okay and you put your hand back over his. Moving his fingers in slow circles as they slipped against your slick.

“Like that?” he asked eyes still on you, keeping up the motion as your hand fell away.

You tried to say yes, but it melted into another moan and he leaned in to press a kiss to your neck. Mouth open and messy. Licking against the softness of your skin and sucking a bruise on it.

“Tell me,” he said into the hollow behind your ear, trailing kisses as he went, your hips rocking against his fingers as his circles grew tighter and faster.

“Like that–ye–yeah–yes. God, don’t stop,” you stuttered over your words hands moving to grip onto his shoulders as he slipped first one then two fingers inside of you.

He filled you up better than you could at home, your cheek pressed into your pillow, tears welling up in your eyes in frustration as you struggled to reach the spot you wanted. The hot drag of him sliding in and out in and out made you see white, made your tighten your hold on him and as you loosed another moan he bucked up into you.

You could feel how hard he was through his jeans against the bare skin of your thigh and it only made you want him more. “Steve,” you leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his, “Please tell me you have a condom.”

His fingers stopped moving and he loosed a heavy sigh, swallowing down the nerves that had pushed themselves into his throat. “Yeah, course, lemme just–” lifting his hips, and you, from the seat he yanked his wallet out of his back pocket.

He had stopped carrying them around after high school. Felt like it was fucking juvenile, but one time after Steve had watched you leave work, put his returns in the wrong spot and upside down, Robin had thrown one across the store at him. “Here, dingus,” she’d grumbled, “Don’t be an idiot.” And he’d been so embarrassed, afraid to tell her he didn’t think he’d ever need it, but he silently thanked her now. Always saving his ass.

Gently nudging you back into the headrests on the front seats he put his wallet down and fumbled his fingers against the button on his jeans. He was hard as a rock and when he undid his zipper it sprang out without any encouragement.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him as he ripped the foil of the condom wrapper between his teeth and thumb. Of course he drove you crazy at work, but you couldn’t deny you’d thought about him when you were alone in your room. Touching yourself beneath the sheets. Fantasizing about what it would be like and now that you were seeing it for real your heart hammered in your chest, legs slipping together as you grew wetter by the second.

He wrapped a hand around his length pumping once, twice, three times before rolling the condom down from tip to root and looking back up at you.

“Y’okay?” he asked, hands moving to hold onto your hips and you realized how ridiculous you must’ve looked.

“Mmhm,” you murmured and let him pull you slowly back into his lap.

“Gotta tell me if you aren’t,” he whispered and you nodded as he gave you a little smile, brushed your hair out of your face and looked just a little longer. “So pretty,” he said softly, words lighting a fire in your chest, and you pressed a kiss to him again. Sucking on his bottom lip and letting it go with a dirty pop and he thought he was going to come right there on the spot. “Sh–shit, okayokay,” he breathed, pressing his tip against your entrance, hesitating just a little and you helped him the rest of the way, pushing down slowly.

You watched as he filled you up, stretched you out until he was buried deep inside you, the tight fit making you squirm over him.

“Ohhh god, so tight, feel so good babe, Christ,” he rambled and you chuckled a little until he hit the soft, squishy spot at the back of you and you moaned loudly. Fell forward onto his chest and rolled your hips forward, silently begging him to move as if he could do anything else. “I got you,” he promised.

Hands gripping your hips again he slowly turned and lowered you down, your back against the seat bench, his arms on either side of you to hold himself up. Murmured soft, dirty things under his breath as he crowded over you, started rocking his hips into you, the wet sounds of you filling up the car.

“Wish you’d asked me sooner,” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist and he gave you a smug little smile.

“Yeah? Worth the wait?” he asked, breath hitching in his throat as he picked up the pace, fronts of his thighs slapping against the backs of yours.

“Shut up,” you gasped as he bottomed out inside of you. Tangling your fingers into his hair you pulled and it dragged a groan from him as he started to fuck you faster. Slipping a hand between your legs you drew tight, messy circles over your clit, pushing yourself closer and closer to the edge. “Ste–shit. Steve, harder,” you practically begged and the pleading tone in your voice sent him.

“Harder,” he said back, it was all he could muster, wrecked and chest heaving with each breath he sucked in, fucking into you with heavy thrusts, “M’so close.”

Opening your mouth a so close almost fell from your lips too, but the coil in your stomach had been so tightly wound that the combination of your fingers over your clit and Steve finally made it snap.

You clenched tight around him as you both rode out your climax. Head pressed against the seat and eyes rolling back to look out the window at the stars. The moon as it hung lazy in the sky. Steve spilling sweet words of praise into your ears and bringing you back down to earth. Wrapping you up soft and warm in his voice.

He rested his forehead against yours, both of your brows dewy with sweat, and let out a contented sigh as he softened inside you.

“Wish I’d asked you sooner too,” he murmured, poking fun at himself with your words from earlier and you leaned up to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Worth the wait,” you finally agreed and he grinned.

God damn, was it worth the wait.

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[yourimagines]

I don't suppose you'd do a nsfw alphabet for george clarkeey please?!

I don't really know him so I hope it's good enough, if not tell me please. (it's even feels weird to write this kind of stuff for someone who's younger than I am....)

What he likes NSFW

* English is not my first language I apologize

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, NSFW

A - Aftercare,What he likes after sex: Watch a movie with you and eat some snacks and junk food.

B - Body part, his favorite body part of himself and yours: He likes his arms, you always grab them while you ride them or when he's fucking you. He absolutely loves your breasts, the way they wiggle in front of his face...makes him weak

C - Cum, Anything to do with cum: It depends if your on your period or not but he's not afraid to do it without an condom, sometimes he pulls out and leaks his cum over your thighs.

D - Dirty Secret, A dirty secret of himself: He really wants to film you both when doing it to see how he looks but he's scared he will get hacked and doesn't want that on the internet.

E - Experience, How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing: He's an beginner but not bad at it, he just goes with the flow and learns over the time.

F - Favorite Position: He likes it when you ride him, especially when he's playing video games.

G - Goofy, Is he more serious in the moment, or is he more joking around: He's a big goof, playing around and laughing. He can be serious but he's way more better when he's having fun.

H - Hair, How well groomed is he: He's well groomed, not completely shaven but also not too much down there.

I - Intimacy, How is he during the moment, on a romantic aspect: He kisses you a lot, praises you and smiles a lot at you. He feels comfortable with you and loves to try out new things.

J - Jack Off, Masturbation: He does it, no need to say more haha.

K - Kink, One or more of his kinks: He likes to try new things out and loves the daddy kink type.

L - Location, his Favorite places: bedroom, behind his computer, in the shower, in his car, everywhere.

M - Motivation, What turns him on: when you bite your lip when he makes you all shy, it turns him on.

N - NO, Something he wouldn’t do: Probably doing one of these nasty things what includes poo or pee, that's an turn off for him and a big no.

O - Oral, Preference in giving or receiving: He likes to receive, When you touch him, give him head, jack him off. He loves it when your on top and ride him, doing all the work.

P - Pace, what is his pace: Slow but deep and at the end a bit rougher.

Q - Quickie, His opinions on quickies rather than proper sex: He loves them, during a break or when he's really horny, a quick release is good to him. He also likes proper sex but he's busy a lot of his nights with making videos and stuff and he still loves to touch you so quickies it is.

R - Risk, Does he likes take risks and game to experiment: Yes, he likes to try new things out with you, he's down for almost everything.

S - Stamina, How many rounds can he go for, how long can he last: One good round then It's your turn.

T - Toy, Does he own toys, Does he use them on you or himself?: He has some toys and he likes to try them out together with you.

U - Unfair, how much he likes to tease: He's an big teaser, loves to tease you and secretly loves it when you tease him.

V - Volume, How loud is he and what sounds does he makes: He makes noise when he's 'aloud'. during those quickies he's quict as possible, we wouldn't want his friends hear you guys...

W - Wild Card: He's down for almost everything, he's an freak

X - X-Ray, what’s going on in his pants: Thick and bends to the left, one vein on his shaft and a few hair.

Y - Yearning, How high is his sex drive: Well he's 23 and that means his sex drive is high, loves it and can't helps it.

Z - ZZZ, how quick he falls asleep afterwards: He falls asleep most of the time 30 mins later if you guys had proper sex, if its a quickie than he isn't falling asleep.

[starry-blue-echoes]

I just had an epiphany

While I was in the car going back home, I started thinking about your "this stand is the ghost of someone" AUs

And out of nowhere this idea hit me

AU were Nicholas is Johnny's Tusk

The angst potential, Esbee

E Y Y O

I

Yes

yes on every possible level of the word holy shit this is fucking PERFECT

O U G H just. Nicholas being so confused as to who this person is at first but then realizing it's Johhny, his precious beloved little brother. It crushes him seeing how bitter and angry he's become, and (correctly) assumes their father must have played some part in it

Nicholas hating his new body because of how small and weak he is and how he can functionally only act as a guide, unable to even use his apart powers himself. Only Johnny can use the abilities, so he's stuck watching his little brother get caught up in danger again and again

his size is good for one thing at least, and that's being able to stick close to Johnny without others seeing. He's out almost constantly, usually hovering over Johnny's shoulder and just. Being there in a way he grieves he couldn't have before

And of course Johnny's just confused as hell about his Stand's behavior and low key annoyed at how clinging it's being

[marci11e]

i was tagged by my fav bes fic writer/mutual @kaladinkholins thank you <3

the rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your url, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

(doing this i realize now the songs i like sorted by letter in spotify are not all equal in number lol) (i tried to do all different artists, except for maggie she gets two songs because i love her) these are all songs i adore btw + carry with me

b - be cool by maggie rogers (like. be cool.)

l - let’s get married by bleachers (mr. antonoff. this is a masterpiece)

u - uptown girl by billy joel (such a fun time)

e - epic iii (“they danced”) - instrumental by hadestown original broadway cast (uhhhhh this is literally the most beautiful thing that makes me want to cry every time i listen to it :) )

t - take me home, country roads by john denver (a classic)

h - hypotheticals by lake street dive (this song singlehandedly made me make a pt. 2 to one of my fav playlists) (so groovy)

i - iris by the goo goo dolls (everyone give it up for the song that makes me sing at the top of my lungs in the car every time i hear it)

s - south london forever by florence + the machine (the green is so green. if you even care)

i - i’m yours by jason mraz (s/o to my fic writing roots)

s - so sick of dreaming by maggie rogers (this is a recent release but it’s sooooo fleetwood mac coded and sounds like summer)

f - femininomenon by chappell roan (chappell roan writes songs i want to hear more of. aka songs that are fun and i love her)

o - orange by clay (one of my college roommates showed this to me several years ago and i still love hearing it)

r - rainbow connection by kermit the frog (i mean. come on)

y - you might think by the cars (this one is just a movie coded song and that’s why it’s good)

o - one summer’s day - instrumental by vitamin string quartet (as beautiful as the original piano track is. this rendition is genuinely phenomenal. i love love love this version. it’s like you’re being bathed in summer.)

u - upside down by jack johnson (mr. johnson you are a legend to me . soundtrack of my childhood)

16 letters urls are no joke omg. thankfully i love songs so here we are <3

tagging: @pikasso @wenightmareyou @darkacademily @vampirehowl @hale-of-stiles-heart @wikare @dolittlephd @elbombo @teabookgremlin @shoobiie @my-destiny-awaits @perrieedwards @nymphofnovels @bisexualmonsters @erikaii @fairlystitious

[fanficgirly18]

Jeff the Killer x Female Chubby Reader| Part 2

___________

P l e a s e  s t a t e  y o u r  d e s t i n a t i o n.

"Quit being a pain in MY motherfucking ass, Ben."

You woke up and found yourself in a moving car.

Maybe you felt startled with how fast it was going, your hand grabbing at the handle on your side. It was cramped, with very little space, the dashboard pressing against your big belly and your thick thighs were being crushed beneath it.

You turned your head, and Jeff was beside you, his hands gripping a steering wheel so tight, veins were bulging out of his pale wrists. His jet black hair stuck out of a hood.

H e y ,  Y / N  L/N. 

Ben poked his head from the back seat of the car.

Y o u ' r e  f i n a l l y  u p.

"Oh, is she now?" A gust of smoke went in your face, causing tears to fill your eyes and you to cough. You hadn't noticed Jeff was holding a cigar.

"Hey, beautiful." He tapped ash from his cigar onto your lap. Little did you know he wanted it to burn through your clothes and reveal your thick thighs.

You flinched to his amusement.

Ben floated, putting his head inbetween you both.

I  a m  b e i n g  a  G P S  o f  s o m e  s o r t. 

J e f f ,  m a k e  a  U- T u r n .

"W-where are we going?" you cried.

T o  f i n d-

"Troy," jeff finished the sentence, and his aura darkened, "An old enemy of mine. I killed his two buddies, Randy and Keith but he got fucking away. I want to finish the job." When he cussed there was so much emotion in his voice, it scared you.

"Why are you taking me? Y-you two seem to-"

Jeff turned his head once, to glance at you. And his smile grew wider. "With your curves..." he rasped, and breathed in- taking in your smell, and all, "You can seduce him." "WHAT-"

"Don't act so surprised. You're damn hot. And you're going to get down when you meet him, understand? And then I'll fucking KILL him."

You went into a state of shock.

He wanted you to help with murder.

Even when you pulled up at the shitty apartment complex, you were just frozen.

Jeff burnt you with his cigar to get your attention, making you scream, and Ben laugh,

G o o d  l u c k .  

Ben told you as Jeff opened his car door, then yours and dragged you out.

[devilsrecreation]

I may or may not have a problem with TLG incorrect quotes

Piga: We grow stronger, the world grows more dangerous, life has a funny way of keeping things balanced

Ucheshi: Dad, do you ever say anything encouraging?

Piga: ….I encourage you not to die

Little Kiburi: I’m older!

Little Ucheshi: I’m younger!

Kiburi: I’m longer!

Ucheshi: I’m shorter!

Kiburi: I’m smarter!

Ucheshi: I’m…..not falling for that!

Kiburi: Try this first page. Sound it out.

Tamka: Duh….o-one fiss-huh…twoah…fiss-huh…

Kiburi: Are you serious?

Tamka: You picked a hard one on purpose!

Kiburi: It’s a Dr. Seuss book, you fuckin’ dipshit!

Janja: I don’t hate skinks. I just think they’re lower beings, I don’t think they’re important at all

Shupavu: That means you hate us all! You look down on us!

Janja: OF COURSE I HAVE TO LOOK DOWN ON YOU, YOU’RE SMALL AS SHIT!

Teaching Wema and Tunu how to drive in a human/Zootopia AU

Janja: Look kids, you have to treat a car like you treat a woman

Jasiri: *glaring* Go on

Janja: …..No. I’m sensing I’ve made a mistake of some kind…

Kifamilia means Family:

Chungu, seeing his dead bio parents: What is this?…Who are you?!

Kicheko: I am-

Chungu: WHO ARE YOU?!

Karimu: I am-

Chungu: W H O A R E Y O U?!?!?!

Chungu: You’re ugly when you lie, Tano!

Tano: I’m not lying!

Chungu: Then why are you ugly???

Cheezi: *seeing Dogo in the Outlands* He’s cute, and sticky looking!

Janja: Cute? This is a serious threat to our clan!

Cheezi: It’s just a baby. *frantically waving to Dogo* HI, BABY!!!!!

Tamka: *gets a thorn stuck in his leg* OWWWW! Thornbushes got me! *falls dramatically* Croc down! Croc down! The darkness….it’s closin’ in! I’m so cold…

Kiburi: Will you hold still, you big baby?

Tamka: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Kiburi: ….I didn’t touch it yet….

Kiburi: *telling the traumatic story of his father’s death*

Wema and Tunu: *thinking* Today, we saw a balloon :)

Pua: You mustn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends and family

Njano: Sir, I won’t tell a soul

Njano, 5 minutes later: SHUPAVU! SHUPAVUSHUPAVUSHUPAVU, I GOTTA TELL YOU A SECRET!

Janja: Can I rizz you up?

Jasiri: Sure

Janja: Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-

Ucheshi: What could be better than serving up smiles? :D

Kiburi: Bein’ dead

Reformed Kenge be like:

Kenge: FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, BITCH.

Kenge: I love aggressive positivity

Kenge: *at Sumu* Hey, you! You’re fucking wonderful, okay? You’re beautiful and you’re doing great and I’m very proud of you. FUCK everyone else! You’re a beautiful arachnid and you deserve love, BITCH!

Some random female about Neema: He’s got such kind eyes, the jaws of a prince, and scales that just glisten! I just can’t take my eyes off of him~

Neema: *thinking* Get them checked