#realizing just now i fucked up the position of the door handle LOL

[estxkios]

HEYYY OMG I LOVE UR WRITING WHAT??

ANWAYS, could you do something with drunk bill? not smut, but like bassicly reader picks him up from a party or something and he’s like SUPPERRDUPPERR drunk LOL. and later in the story he’s keeping reader awake by talking so much, and reader just exhausted and so tired of his shit and accidentally tells him to shut the fuck up or something like that. then billy willy starts crying bcs he’s drunk and can’t process and reader just comforts him.

TYSM!! xx

FEELINGS ੈ✩‧₊˚

2008 bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary : the request :3

warnings: ANGST with comfort!!, reader is grumpy, drunk bill, a lot of swearing, bill gets comfort not the reader...

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;- 2:16 am

“what the fuck..?” you muttered under your breath.

your room was completely dark, your phone screen turning on as you received text after text was the only thing that illuminated it.

you tried to shift your position in bed, turning away from the phone. 

you tried to ignore the messages.

but they just kept coming to a point where you could no longer ignore the irritating rattle of your phone against your nightstand.

you let out a string of curse words as you shift in your bed once again.

you reach your arm out towards your nightstand and aimlessly grope for your phone until you find it.

you squint your eyes as they adjust to the brightness of your phone, finally seeing who has been disturbing your sleep.

it was your boyfriend.

;- 2:24 am

you and bill had eachothers location, so finding him wasn’t going to be the hard part. 

the hard part was going to be trying not to fall asleep at the wheel as your drove to whatever house party bill was attending tonight.

well, trying to get your drunk boyfriend in the car would be hard too, but based on his texts, he would probably be too intoxicated to break free from your arms as you shoved him in the back seat like you have done previously.

-; 2:35 am

you could hear the faint sound of trashy music playing as you pulled into the driveway and right as you exited your car you bee-lined for the front door.

you pounded on the door loudly enough so that people would be able to hear it over the music. 

no answer.

“oh-! hiii baby!” a voice said behind you, to which you immediately whipped your head around.

“whatthefuck-“ you stopped when you realized who it was, “bill? why the fuck are you outside?” 

“i was jus’ waiting for youu!” he stumbled towards you and smiled.

you shook your head and laughed to yourself in disbelief. how much had he had to drink?

“yeah, okay.” you paused, “we’re going to my house. c’mon” 

you grabbed bills arm and led him to the passenger seat, he was trying to open the door while you rummaged around in your purse trying to find your keys, the darkness which surrounded the two of you definitely didn’t help this.

bill kept pulling the door handle.

“bill fucking stop you’re gonna rip the door handle off-..“ you found your keys and unlocked the door.

“m’sorry! i jus wanna-“ he tried to continue talking but you pushed him into his seat as fast as you could and shut the door.

you were so ready to get back in your bed as sleep. 

-; 2:40 am

on the drive back to your house, bill stayed mostly quiet.

“are you okay?” you asked him in a concerned tone, “because you’re usually a fucking obnoxious drunk-“

“im not drunk.!.” he looked at you with a very stern expression and you couldn’t help giggle.

“okay.”

-; 2:50 am

when you finally got back to your house you did the same as when you arrived at the frat house. 

you immediately bee-lined for the door.

except the difference was you now had a drunk bill following you.

once again fumbling with your keys, you unlocked the door, bill attached to your arm.

“go to the spare room bill, or take the couch, i don’t care.” you said as you hung your jacket and purse back in their designated areas.

“okayyy..” bill obliged, walking down the hallway towards the bedrooms.

you followed after him moments later, walking into your bedroom.

as you went to settle into your bed you saw something that certainly wasn’t one of the many blankets that littered your room.

“bill.”

“hm? oh hi y/n!” you could see his toothy smile at you even in the darkness. 

“bill, i said go to the spare room. i actually need to sleep tonight. please, baby.”

“but- but i don’t wanna be alone!” he cried, “i promise i will never ever do this again, please can i just stay in here?”

you thought about shoving him off of your bed and letting him find his way to the spare room, but then you thought about how hard it would be to get him off of the floor once you pushed him off the bed.

so you scratched that idea.

“fine..” you muttered, “but be quiet, okay? can you do that for me?” you kissed him lightly on his sweet alcohol-ridden lips.

he looked at you with drunken eyes and smiled. “okay..”  

you smiled at him through the darkness and planted a kiss on his forehead, then continuing to position yourself in a comfortable sleeping position. 

after moments of silence, you thought bill had fallen asleep.

but no.

you flinched as he started fidgeting with your hair, although soon after you leaned into the touch as he usually did this to help soothe himself to sleep

then you heard suppressed giggles behind you which soon turned into full-on laughs.

you tried to ignore him, thinking it would end soon.

but once again, no.

“bill, stop.”  you would whisper, but he couldn’t. 

he brought his hand up to cover his mouth. 

big mistake.

the hand he intended to cover his mouth with was the one he had tangled up in your hair, which led to him accidentally tugging on your hair as he brought it up to his mouth. 

“bill what the fuck!? - ow!” you whipped back at him, “that was my fucking hair!”

you rubbed the back of your head where bill had tugged to soothe the pain, muttering to yourself as you did so.

bill didn’t utter a word. 

you stared into his pitiful eyes and spat many insults at him before grabbing a stray pillow and smacking it between the two of you.

that had to keep him from disrupting your sleep, right?

not right.

the giggles that you heard behind your back minutes ago had now turned into small whimpers.

the bed shook behind you as bill whined out an unsteady breath.

he had to be messing with you.

you turned around for the final time, about to completely snap, “bill can you just fucking-“

you fell silent and stared into bills eyes which were somehow even more pitiful than before.

his makeup was not yet running down his face but it was smudged under his eyes, a streak of the black shadow ran up into his hairline where he had presumably wiped it.

bill sat up, but that didn’t keep him from breaking down. “i didn’t mean to pull your hair..!!” he hid his head in his hands, sobbing into them.

“oh bill…” you almost started crying seeing the state that he was in. how could you have made your own boyfriend feel like this?

you removed the pillow that you had put between the two of you, discarding it onto the floor as you practically scooped bill up in your arms.

you hugged him tightly as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“i- im so sorry!!” he whined out almost incomprehensibly. he was a drunk, sobbing mess.

“bill.. please don’t apologize..” you stroked the back of his head, gently combing through his rough black hair.

“do you still love me?” his manicured nails dug into your shoulders nervously as he waited for a response.

your heart sunk as his words. had you made him feel like you didn’t love him?

you moved your arms to wrap firmly around bills torso, pulling him flush against you.

you held him tightly, holding back tears of your own as you rested your chin on his head.

“bill..” you trailed off, moving your head away from his as you gently tried to get him to meet your gaze. “i love you so much.. i’m sorry for snapping. really. i’m so fucking sorry. i’m just so tired and-“ 

bill cut you off by smashing his head into your chest, “i really didnt mean to hurt you.. i was just trying to go to sleep..”

“i know you didn’t mean to hurt me bill.. its really okay.”

you felt bill nod into your chest, the poor boy was so tired and he was just trying to soothe himself to sleep.

god, why did you yell at him?

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oh i really hate this but enjoy nonetheless

[nayomi247]

Save a horse, Ride a cowboy𐚁

(My version)

A/N: @heart-of-the-morningstar has inspired me to do my own version of the save a horse ride a cowboy smut that she posted, so this is a full one shot. Make sure you guys go visit @bat-boness and give them love and support. As this fic was based off of their drawings. This also is based off the game Red Dead Redemption 2 because that's the only way I'll be able to format this and make it look good. (TAKES PLACE AROUND THE SAME TIME RDR2 DOES)

Pairing: Cowboy! Outlaw! Lucifer/F!Reader

Contents: Smut, established relationship, p in v sex, bondage, biting, orgasm denial, dirty talk, sub Lucifer, light angst, cowgirl position, spanking, hand jobs, dom and sub undertones, blow jobs, praise kink, Lucifer for once isn't short (only because of his boots lol)

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️: THIS ALSO IS NOT PROOF READ, IT'S SOMETHING I THREW TOGETHER IN THE SPAN OF A FEW HOURS

As always, work under the cut🤞🏻

Your husband, Lucifer, wasn't always the kindest man. Of course he was to you, but others weren't quite as lucky. There'd been multiple times where he'd come home with blood covering his hands and shirt.

Though it wasn't something you liked particularly, you still loved your husband, despite all the wrong he'd done in the world.

So there you sat in your shared kitchen, waiting for him to get home. It was well after the time he normally got back. You assumed the job just took a bit longer to handle.

But as time went on, you started to get more worried. He'd never taken this long before. You stood up from your chair, completely forgetting about the plate infront of you and walked over to the door. There, you slipped on your boots and went to grab the door handle.

As soon as you turned the knob and went to walk out, you immediately stopped. There stood Lucifer, coughing and dusting off his muddy clothes, not even noticing that the door has opened and you were standing there. His eyes finally moved up to meet yours.

He smiled brightly. "Oh, my love-" He started, then confusion took over as you leaped at him, almost pushing him off the porch.

"Where the hell were you!?" You practically cried. He fumbled back, both confusion and worry washed over his face. "Honey, what are you-" He started once again, but you had cut him off. "You know exactly what I'm talking about Lucifer. I waited for hours! I thought you were dead, or stranded somewhere!" Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks.

Realization finally hit him and he knew he had fucked up. "L-Listen, the job took longer than I was expecting, but I got out fine, see?" He spinned around, showing that he didn't have a single scratch anywhere. "And," He said, reaching into his satchel. "I brought home a lot of money." He smiled, hoping that would be enough for an apology.

You sighed. You were still annoyed, but glad he was okay. "Go inside." You said, stepping to the side to let him in. "Of course my dear." He said with the stupid, but handsome smirk he'd always use when he got his way. As he moved past you, he placed a kiss to your head. You swatted at him and he laughed, walking over to the coat rack.

"Your food is probably cold." You said, picking up the plate and walking over to place it on the stove top. You were one of the few lucky places to get electricity at this point in time. You walk back over to where you had previously sat. He stood by the door, taking off his boots and jacket, now left in black jeans and a red collared over shirt.

He walked over to the table, sitting in his designated spot, across from you. There you sat, looking like your mind was running a mile a minute. Silence filled the room for a few minutes. Lucifer was becoming more nervous with every ticking of the clock. No one spoke, except for him.

"I'm sorry." He said. You looked up to him, for the first time since he sat down. He looked guilty, and you felt a bit bad. You flashed him a small smile, which calmed his nerves a bit. "Go upstairs." You commanded, and he immediately knew what you meant by that.

"S-sweetheart-" He fumbled over his speech, trying to convince you that he didn't deserve this. "Now." You said sternly. He got up from his seat with a nod, then made his way upstairs.

You sat there for a moment longer before you cleaned up and started up the stairs as well. You made your way down the hall to your shared room, the floor boards creaked loudly with every step.

You walked up to the door, stopping for a second before turning the handle and stepping in. You looked over to the bed, and there sat your beautiful husband. He looked like a mess.

You couldn't help but pity him. He smiled nervously at seeing you enter. His thumbs twiddled together to keep himself somewhat calm. "H-Hello, my love." He said. You made your way over to him, placing a hand on each side of him and leaning in for a kiss. He allowed you to do so, groaning a bit at the way your tongues danced together.

You found him following your face, more like chasing your lips once you pulled away. You smiled at him, and he made his best attempt to smile back.

"I assume you know what's going on Luci?" You asked him. He slowly nodded in response. "Good," you continued. "Take everything off, I'll get your rope." You pulled away, walking over to a dresser on the other side of the room. As you rummaged through the drawer, you heard the sound of clothes hit the floor. The thought of how he looked made you sweat.

You turned around, rope in hand. You slowly made your way back over to the bed where he sat again, this time clothesless. Except for the white hat that sat atop his head.

Your gaze made its way to in-between his thighs, there laid his half hard cock. You smiled to yourself and brung the ropes to his now together wrists, then tied them above his head.

"Too tight?" You asked, pulling at the restraints lightly. "No." He said. "It's okay." You pulled yourself back and threw the rope towards the dresser, leaving the mess for later. You leaned into him again, using one hand to cradle his cheek, the other to stroke his hard on.

He moaned into your mouth and bucked his hips up into your hand. You immediately pulled away. He whined at the loss. "You should know better sweetheart." You stated, and he mumbled an apology. You brought yourself down so you sat right infront of his cock. You looked up before taking your tongue and licking from the base to the tip.

He whimpered and tossed his head back. "F-fuck angel.." satisfied with this reaction, you brought yourself down completely onto him, his tip hit the back of your throat. He moaned loudly and squeezed his eyes shut. You set a steady pace as you bobbed your head up and down pulling a variety of sounds from his throat.

You felt his cock begin to twitch in your mouth. He was close. "Shit-! D-don't stop, please, please don't." Right as you felt he was about to release, you pulled off, leaving him a mess and unsatisfied.

He whined like a child and groaned. You grabbed where the rope was connected to the top of the bed and untied it. He thought you were letting him go but boy was he wrong, very wrong.

"Scoot back." You instructed. He reluctantly did what you said, still whining about being denied. Once he was by the headboard, you tied him up once again, but now he was more comfortable.

He sprawled himself out before you, showing every part of his beautiful pale body. You got off the bed and started to take your clothes off as well. Once you were naked, as he was, you got back up onto the bed.

Sat on your knees infront of him and leaned forward, grabbing his hat off his head and placing it on your own. "So pretty." He praised as you brought your hand down to your pussy and slid your fingers in between your wet folds. Lucifer couldn't help but be in a trance at the sight infront of him. You were so beautiful, you could make him cum just by the way you looked at him.

You pulled your fingers away. They were now covered in your slick. You took those fingers, and placed them in Lucifer's mouth to suck, which he gratefully did. He moaned at the taste of you, wanting nothing more than to eat you out till you couldn't think straight.

Keeping your fingers in his mouth, you crawled your way up so you hovered right above his hips. Without a second thought, you slammed down onto him. He cried out, biting down on your fingers and squeezing his eyes shut.

You moaned too, his tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. "Good boy.." you whispered, bringing your free hand to run your hand down his chest. "You look so pretty like this." His cheeks flushed and you smiled warmly at him.

He bucked his hips up, and in response, you brought your hand down to his thigh, hard. This resulted in him crying out. You pulled your fingers out of his mouth, refusing to move.

He began to plead with you. He already was denied before, he couldn't handle this too. "Please baby," he whined "Please please please, I promise I'll be good. I'm so so sorry angel. Please fuck me."

Seeing him such a pleading mess infront of you turned you on more than anything could. You did as he asked and slowly sat up, feeling him drag inside you before slamming down again. This continued, moans and other sounds coming from you both. You quickly began to speed up.

"Yes yes yes yes, don't stop." He cried, "W-wanna touch you." Sweat dripped down his features as he tried everything he could to get loose.

You yourself also felt that coil starting to tighten, your pace brutal and quick. You had to bring a hand to your head to make sure the hat stayed on. "S-shit Luci, gonna.. cum." You said, tossing your head back in pleasure. "So, close.." You both said, each orgasm hitting at the same time. Your body shook and he rutted into you, a deep groan coming from his chest as hot ropes of his cum painted your insides.

You collapsed onto him, still having tiny spurts from the after-effects. His gasps as well as your pants could be heard. After about a minute or so, you sat up and smiled weakly at him. He did the same. You leaned down and grabbed him by his face.

"Promise me that you'll never keep me waiting like that again, okay?" You said sternly. He loved when you were dominant. "Yes darling." He whispered and you placed a peck to his lips before grabbing his wrists and untying him.

His arms shot out towards you, and pulled you down onto his chest, the hat falling off in the process. He peppered your face with kisses, holding you so tight that you couldn't get up even if you wanted too.

You giggled and laid your head on his chest, his cock still embedded inside you. He flipped the pair of you over so he was now laying on you. He buried his face in your boobs with a giddy grin on his face.

"I love you so much my darling." He mumbled from your chest. You smiled and kissed his head, your hand rubbing his back.

"I love you too, cowboy."

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This definitely isn't my best work, but I used past tense, which I normally don't use. I hope it still sounded decent regardless of how unput together it was. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed! I have another fic in the works that'll hopefully be out within the next week. Love you guys🫶🏻

Here's the original drawings

[angels-fantasy]

Congratulations on your followers milestone! Can I ask for the prompt "first fight" with Dabi?

Scars and All

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Details/Warnings: lowkey toxic relationship, arguing, kinda angsty LMAO i'm sorry i cant help but make dabi angsty. hurt/comfort i think, angst to fluff? dabi is trying, okay? also dabi is called touya in this fic!

Word Count: 957

hello thank you sm for your ask and the congratulations :) i hope you like this, i really like dabi bc 1) hes hot lol and 2) hes such a well written character. also i'm going to start writing in all lowercase bc its what im used to and upper case drives me crazy!!

loneliness was something that consumed you constantly. it was a scary feeling sometimes, especially because of the things it could drive someone to do.

you wished you didn't feel like this, but you couldn't help it.

before getting into a relationship with touya, you knew of the lifestyle he lived and how much of his time it took up. at first you thought you could handle it, but over time you soon realized that wasn't true. hours of him being gone quickly turned into days, sometimes even weeks and it was driving you crazy. you really wanted to try and continue to sit compliantly and let him do what he wished to do, but you were at your wits end.

sometimes you wondered why you even continued to put up with him, especially when you knew deep down that he'd probably choose to continue committing villainous acts over your relationship.

but you knew the answer to that-it was because you loved him, and sometimes love can make you do crazy things.

so now here you were; sitting on the old couch in your living room. the edges of the fabric having frayed ends and burn marks here and there from the moments touya let his temper get the best of him.

you can't remember how long you've been sitting there anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home, but you felt your heart beat faster when you heard the front door being unlocked.

you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to confront touya, who sighed as he walked through the door and his heavy boots thudding along with each step.

he walked over to you and threw himself down on the couch, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. moments like this made it hard to stay mad.

he placed a kiss on your temple, "hey. you miss me?"

you fiddled with your fingers as you leaned further into his chest, "of course i did. i'm glad you're home."

he tilted his head down to look at you, "then how come you don't sound happy, huh?" he asked, squeezing your shoulder as he did so.

you frowned, knowing he'd caught onto your bad mood already. he was way too perceptive sometimes.

"i am happy touya, i promise." you insisted, "it's just..."

"it's just what?"

you sat up from your position and faced him, but it was hard to look him in the eyes. "i just wanted to talk to you about something that's been bothering me."

he looked at you for a moment, expressionless, making you even more nervous until he said, "alright, what is it?"

you took a deep breath.

"you're never home touya, and i miss you." you frowned, "i worry about you and when you're gone for so long i get lonely. i miss spending time with you."

he groaned, "babe, do you not understand why i'm gone? or do i need to tell you, is that it?" he asked.

you regretted this now.

"no, i know why but it's just-"

"if you know why, then why do you fucking ask me?!" he yelled, making you shrink into yourself. you two had bickered over things before and there were even times when you needed space from each other, but touya had never yelled at you like this.

you could feel your eyes prick with tears and the lump in your throat grow, "touya don't yell at me!" you cried.

"i'm yelling at you so you get this through your god damn head!" he snapped, "i can't be here, sitting on my ass like you every fucking day. i have shit i need to do to make my plans happen!"

you gasped at his words. did he really think that's all you did?

"you know damn well i don't just stay at home on my ass, touya! i work too!" you said, tapping his chest with your finger as you pointed it at him.

"i buy the groceries! i make the food! i wash your blood stained clothes! i do everything i can, but you don't know because you're never here!" you yelled, taking a deep breath after so you could continue speaking.

you sighed heavily and spoke softly, your energy gone from yelling. "you're never here touya..." you sniffed, letting the tears run down your cheeks. you brought your hands up to your eyes to wipe them away, "i love you, so i miss you. i just wish you were home more so i don't have to spend my nights all alone."

touya was breathing heavily, but sitting silently as he processed your words. he was perceptive, sure, but he wasn't really good with emotions and dealing with people when they were upset.

feeling guilty, he wrapped his arms around your crying figure and hugged you tightly to his chest. he brought a hand up to your head and stroked it gently, shushing your cries. you stayed like that until your crying had become sniffles with occasional hiccups.

"i'm sorry," he said softly, "i'm sorry i'm always gone. i fucking suck at this, i don't know how to be here for you... but i'm going to do better now, for you, okay? i love you too. i don't say that enough."

you brought your hands away from your face and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his beating heart and closing your eyes.

"as long as you try, touya. i know you're not perfect, and that's okay with me. i love you the way you are."

"scars and all?" he asked jokingly, making you giggle.

"scars and all."

authors note

love ya!

[pinkcandyhearts04]

in the backseat | johnny cage x reader

he's just fucking you in his cool sports car man idk

my true passion is writing men who whimper but when i think of johnny crying, i get too excited and have to put dwon my laptop

but i promise this is just as good!!

warnings: afab reader! porn without plot, some degradation, SLIGHT exhibitionism but there isnt actually anyone around lol, feminine pet names, you call him mr. cage dont ask me why but i think about it and melt

cool to the touch, navy blue metal with door handles that probably cost more than your car alone. black leather seats with the drivers seat headrest engraved with the initials JC: this car belonged to the one and only.

johnny smiles at the way your body shudders under his touch, two of his fingers pumping into you at an almost agonizingly slow pace. your nails dig into his forearm, shaky from trying to keep yourself up; johnny's command, of course. your skirt and underwear lay somewhere in the car, your shirt unbuttoned to reveal your breasts that bounce every time your body shudders. "fuck, you feel fucking fantastic." johnny groans when he finally pulls his fingers out of you, a soft whine of protest leaving you at the emptiness you feel. johnny glances over at you as he takes those same two fingers in between his lips, sucking them clean with a groan of satisfaction. you grab the already loose collar of his shirt to pull him impossibly closer, your lips finding his in a sloppy kiss as you try to pull him on top of you. "nuh-uh, sweetheart, let me take care of that."

in a few swift movements, johnny sits underneath you now, positioning you over his cock already leaking with precum. you wiggle your hips a bit in an attempt to create some friction, whining softly when johnny doesn't loosen his grip. instead, he watches the way you tip your head back with a shaky moan when he starts to rub his tip over your folds. from the way his hand on your hip tightens, you can only imagine how much he's holding himself back. "p-please, mr. cage.." you plead softly, relishing in the grumble of johnny's voice when he finally pushes his tip past your folds. he pushes you down the rest of the way as he throws his head back, one of his hands finding your breast and groping at it as he starts to buck his hips against yours. barely able to hold yourself up, you whine as you try to grip on to the leather seats behind johnny, your ass out for him and your breasts so close his breath fans over them.

"not too loud now, honey, wouldn't want anyone to stop by and take a peek." johnny coos at you almost mockingly, letting out a breathless laugh at the way your face flushes red in realization; sure, johnny had tinted windows, but this car certainly wasn't fancy enough to be soundproof. a high-pitched moan knocks you out of your thoughts as johnny starts to pick up the pace, his lips capturing your nipple with a soft grunt. you try your best to keep your voice down, the warm atmosphere of the car and the heat in the pit of your stomach making it difficult. "fuckk, that's it.." johnny says with a breathless laugh, his thumb moving to your clit and rubbing rough circles into it. he relishes in the way you cry out, gasps leaving you as you grab onto his shoulders. at this point, johnny didn't have to guide you with the way you were bouncing on his dick so well, tears of pleasure brimming at your eyes.

johnny can't deny the feeling of his own orgasm coming on, biting his lip as he watches your hips stutter every time you lower yourself. with every wave of pleasure, you're unsure what to do with your hands before the find purchase on the seats behind you, grabbing on to the shoulder ends of either them; little do you know how much that does for the superstar underneath you. without much warning, johnny grabs your hips and pushes your legs farther apart for a better view of his cock pushing in and out of you, high-pitched sounds leaving you as he suddenly picks up the pace of his hips. you only get out a few slurred tries of johnny's name, barely there "m-mr. cage.."s before your thighs start to shake in his hands. a low groan leaves him as he squeezes the flesh there, your head tipped back and letting out loud cries as you cum hard. johnny's hands grab your waist, pushing you down until your hips are flush against his just as he cums only moments after you, hissing softly when you continue to shake under his hands. he knows how sensitive you are from the way you babble nonsensically, hands struggling to hold on to something: even still, johnny engraves this picture into his mind, your numb legs and shaky arms and all bare skin against the black leather of his car.

this kind of sucks LMALFLOO I HOPE YOU GUYS STILL LIKE IT 💔

[dahliascophin]

⋆. 𐙚 cyber-princess ⋆. 𐙚

PART TWO. . .

You find yourself in a panic as you realize you sent Mike, one of your closest friends: a set of holiday themed spicy dropbox content meant for Jess to look over and get tips from her on positions- turns out you fat fingered and sent it to him.

info// cam work, marking/bruising, overstim, pet play, pet names (puppy, good girl, baby,), impact play, tying of hands, Dom!Mike-Sub!Reader, brat x brat tamer dynamic, implied chubby reader but can be read as any body type, sex toys (vibrator wand, dildo, cr-crop whip.), I'm probably forgetting something like usual lol!

and this is set where Jess and Emily have not dated Mike prior and there is not beef or weirdness between anyone

You see, Mike Munroe finding out you did online sex work was definitely not something you had anticipated first of all- second of all... you didn't expect it to end up in the situation you found yourself in

8:30pm:

Mike: Be there in 30. If you're still on for that?

Me: Course i am, gotta prove my skills to the self proclaimed man slut of the century right? ;)

Mike: Ouch. So deep. Which is what i'll be in you. Catch you in 30, Sweetcheeks.

Cringey ass petname to use...how has he had so many women before? ...well.. you were also adding to the notches in his belt so were you in the place to question that? No.

8:55:

Mike: Pulling in...which.. is... what...

Me: I fucking hate you- finish that sentence and i'm sending you home riled up you freak

Mike: ...Aw :[ C'mon it's hilarious, you love it!

Me: Mhm, i think i'll like it if you prove yourself- i'll let you finish that joke if you make me finish :).

Mike: ...i'm running to your door as we speak.

And he was.

You hear a loud frantic knock- you laugh loudly so he hears you making fun of his desperation before you open the door.

You're very quickly caught into a rough kiss and his hands grabbing your face as you stumble back- Mike kicks the fromt door shut, you almost shiver at that...it was a weirdly hot act.

Now you find yourself on your back on your bed- having yet to put any of your sex toys away.. props.. camera... that was still fucking rolling from the quick content shesh you had 20 mins before he got to your place

You hope Mike is too caught up to notice anything- also realizing you were in a t-shirt.. that's all.

His hand slides up your shirt and as he does that he sits back and realizes you're already almost fully nude while he is- fully dressed.. he's never tried a dynamic like this but is now growing obsessively hard at the sight.

He grins and glances to the side for a second before doing a double take and staring wide eyed at the vibrating wand and the girthy toy that seemed to be.. recently used? Oh? he glances up at tge flashing red light and the recording camcorder with you two in frame as he looks back at you with a whistle

"Oho?... what's this? still filming something? we're you touching yourself before i got here, expecting me to leave you unsatisfied by chance?"

"N-no no!... just.. was filming something last minute stuff..."

He doesn't believe it.

And now you're 3 orgasms deep into the session from just his fingers and the vibratior- you check the time on your phone next to you and.. t-ten minutes?... TEN MINUTES!? WHAT!?

He's made you cum THREE TIMES IN TEN MINUTES?

Oh no, What have you gotten yourself into.

Which is where he eyes the thick, fatty dildo you had used on yourself.. of course it would feel better with someone else using it.. you can only get it so far by yourself..

Now your filled to the brim with 7.5 inches of girthy silicone as you tremble and shake- your knuckles white from digging into his wrist as he roughly fucks the toy into you- forcing the vibrator onto your clit harshly as he talks you through another damn orgasm.

"Oh..oh i cant wait to put my dick inside you.. shit.. if this is how you react to a simple 7 and a half inches who knows how you'll handle me.."

Oh. Shit.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

i've been trying very hard to be brave

prompt: tortured for information, "hit them harder"

whumpee: peter sutherland

fandom: the night agent

here's something different for a change :) it's tentatively part 1 with a second bit later this month but i cannot make any promises lol. title from st. cecilia's by animal flag

Peter Sutherland is utterly alone. He is in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the night, and there is absolutely nothing around him. No movement, no light. Just him and the stars. 

He wishes he knew what he was doing here. He’d been told to come here, and that is all that he knows. 

He’s beginning to wonder why he’d listened. Why he’s here, in a more general sense. 

He isn’t sure that he wants this. 

He doesn’t want to be alone. 

A sound - far off, but like a gunshot in the silence. An engine. 

At least something’s going to happen, now. 

Headlights appear on the horizon, blinding and high up. A military vehicle, maybe. 

They hadn’t said anything about the military, but he figures he should’ve guessed. 

He approaches the vehicle, waves, then wonders whether it’s stupid to wave in a situation like this. 

The vehicle stops. Peter goes to open the door, but it swings open from the inside before he grabs the handle. A few men get out, and he tries to greet them, but they don’t say anything. 

His skin starts to crawl. Something is wrong. 

But it’s too late, and there’s nowhere to run. 

Someone throws a cloth bag over his head and ties a thick rope around his wrists, and then he’s being manhandled into the vehicle and can do little more than wriggle around in the grips of his captors. 

He tries to talk to them, at first. But no one says a word. He falls silent and tries to keep track of where they’re going, counting left and right turns, but the journey drags on forever and in total silence and he’s fucking afraid, and at some point he just stops paying attention. 

After an eternity, the vehicle stops. Dead silence. Hands pull him out of his seat and shove him down. He hits the ground hard, unable to break his fall. His body sinks slightly into soft sand that does very little to lessen the impact. 

He’s hauled to his feet and dragged along, stumbling and desperately trying to keep to his feet. They walk for a long time. It’s cold, and Peter feels numb. 

The squeak of a metal door opening. Clattering. Footsteps echoing in a hallway. There are a lot of them, Peter realizes. He’s horribly outnumbered. 

He’s forced to sit on what can only be a metal chair. He immediately tries to move it, but nothing happens. It must be bolted to the ground. 

A rope around his chest, securing him to the chair. More rope around his ankles. He is clearly not going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Who are you,” says a voice, somewhere to his right. There’s a slight accent to the words, but he can’t put his finger on it. 

He says nothing. Let me see how much they already know, he thinks. 

“I said, who are you.”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

A cold laugh. “You’re not in any position to be asking questions.”

Peter remains silent. 

A fist connects with the side of his head. It takes him by surprise, and his neck jerks so violently he swears something cracks. 

“My name is Chris.”

Another hit to the other side of his head. “No, it’s not.”

“Why are you asking my name if you already know it?”

He pictures a shrug to fill the silence. Receives a kick to the shin that really fucking hurts. 

“Fine. My name is Peter.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“What do you want?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give us.”

He really doesn’t like the sound of that. 

“Last name?”

“Seems like you already know who I am.”

Another kick, this time to the other shin. 

“Answer my questions. Don’t bother saying anything else.”

“Jenkins,” Peter says, like a challenge. He’ll make them fight for every word, if that’s how they want to play. 

A punch to the shoulder that feels almost gentle, compared to the other hits he’s received. 

“Hit him harder,” he hears a different voice say quietly. It sounds…almost familiar, in a strange way. Peter strains to hear whether it’ll say anything else, but the only thing that happens is that a fist drives into his stomach with such force that he cannot breathe for several seconds. 

By the time he can breathe again, his interrogator has already moved on. 

“Who do you work for?”

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t really want to waste his newly-regained ability to breathe properly on responding to a question that the asker surely already knows the answer to. 

A punch to the chest, painful and solid but not horrible. 

“Who do you work for?”

The question is repeated by several other voices, echoing around him. 

“Who do you work for?”

“Who do you work for?”

“Who do you work for?”

“Who do you work for?”

The noise is nearly overwhelming. He doubts that they’d even be able to hear his answer over all of it. 

Eventually the echoes die away. His feet are starting to go numb from the rope binding his ankles. He’s long since stopped feeling his hands. 

“Once more. Who do you work for?” The singular voice is quiet, now. And very serious. 

Footsteps behind him, and then an arm wraps around his neck, not squeezing, not yet, but there. It’s a clear warning. 

Peter barely breathes as he forces the words from his mouth. “The United States government.”

The arm disappears. Peter takes a deep breath, the cloth bag sticking to his face so that the breath is not as deep as it otherwise might be. 

And then the arm is back, and it is squeezing this time. He chokes and tries in vain to get away, to gain any room at all to breathe. 

He’s on the verge of passing out when the pressure stops. He gasps and coughs in the confines of his cloth prison. 

There is not enough air. He keeps trying to breathe and it isn’t working properly. He’s on the verge of hyperventilation, panicking and thrashing uselessly against the ropes binding him. 

The bag is removed from his head almost gently. He catches a flash of light, mottled colors and shapes that are too bright and too much, and then a blindfold is tied around his head, plunging him into darkness again, but at least he can breathe. 

He gulps in air like he is never going to get the chance to breathe again, and eventually, his lungs stop burning and his head stops spinning. 

“You will tell us what we want to know now, I think.”

Peter barely even parses the statement, too caught up in the relief of breathing fresh, unobstructed air. 

The relief does not last long. They ask another question, and he doesn’t quite hear it, and then a fist drives into his stomach, even harder than before, nearly making him vomit. 

The question is repeated - “what part of the government do you work for?” - and Peter answers truthfully. The words taste like bile, like betrayal. 

This process continues for an eternity. A question. A brief period of time in which to answer. If he answers, usually nothing happens. Sometimes they smack him, but nothing more. If he doesn’t answer, if they think he’s lying, they hit him. The locations vary. The intensity does not. 

He lies, sometimes. When they ask for specifics, when he’s pretty sure they don’t know the answer already. Bases his answers in truth, but dresses them up or down. 

They swallow every lie he feeds them, not to mention the few truths they don’t believe. He’s not giving up too much. Nothing overly damaging. 

And then, the questions and the attack stop. Just like that. He’s untied from the chair, far too exhausted to even think about kicking out at his captors, and then he’s bundled back into (presumably) the same vehicle. 

He hadn’t really cared about how bumpy the ride had been before. But now, his entire body aches and every jolt of the vehicle sends a wave of pain from his head through his feet. He feels a million different things at once. Exhausted and nauseous and numb and resigned and afraid and angry and helpless. 

He wants to go home. Wants his mom, his dad. Wants Rose. 

They dump him in the sand again. He lies with his face pressed to it, slightly warm and unpleasantly itchy, and listens as the sound of an engine grows further and further away. 

He can feel the sun beating down on him, growing steadily more intense. He needs to move. He can barely feel his legs. 

After a long struggle, he makes it to his knees. He spends some time trying to untie his wrists, not stopping until he feels them start to bleed. 

Resigned to that particular fate, he very slowly gets to his feet. His head spins, and he nearly falls right back down to his knees. 

Instead, he makes it all of ten steps before he trips over something and falls, his knees and chin connecting with something hard. 

For a few seconds, he doesn’t move, immobilized by the shock and the pain of the fall. But when he starts shifting, he discovers something wonderful - he’s hit a rock, and its shape is such that he can rub the ropes against a fairly sharp edge until they break at last. 

The second the rope falls away, he reaches up and pulls off the blindfold. 

The sunlight is blinding and dizzying. He sinks down to sit on the rock that has freed him and looks down at his hands. His palms are streaked with blood and both wrists are encircled with red loops, deep indents in the skin showing how tightly he’d been bound. 

He looks down until his eyes adjust to the light. Then he takes a glance at his surroundings. 

He’s not sure what he’d expected. The middle of nowhere, probably. Nothing around him for miles, just sand and sun and the endless sky. 

He is not more than a quarter mile from an airport. He can see its buildings, watches a plane land, watches another one take off. 

He walks towards it, noticing all the time how much everything hurts. He cannot breathe without pain. Every step is a fresh agony, but at least he’s moving. 

He doesn’t stop moving until he’s through the doors. The air conditioning hits him like a blast, and he nearly sinks to the ground right then and there. 

As it is, he manages to stagger to a single-user bathroom and bolt the door behind him before his legs give out. 

He sits propped up against the door, breathing in the cool air, for several minutes. Eventually, he gets back to his feet and leans against the sink, examining his face in the mirror. 

They’d been relatively kind to him there, actually. There’s a scrape below his left eye and a bruise on his right cheek, but he’s looked worse. 

Less good is the blood on his chin - his own doing, from the rock that had turned out to be his salvation - and the bruise already forming across his neck. 

He does what he can. Washes away the blood and blots it out of his clothing as much as he can. Messes with his collar so the bruising on his neck is as obscured as it can be. 

His clothes are sandy and sweaty, but he leaves them as-is. He doesn’t want to look at the patchwork of bruises waiting for him underneath. 

He allows himself one final moment in the bathroom, sticking his mouth beneath the tap and drinking as much water as he feels able to. He’d scarcely noticed the thirst until now. The water tastes like blood and sand and it hurts to swallow. 

The airport is hectic, and hardly anyone even looks at him twice. By some miracle, his passport is still in his pocket, and so is a small amount of cash and his credit cards. His phone is gone, and so is his bag, but at least they’d left him with something. 

It’s a clear signal, to him. Get the hell out and do not come back. 

He doesn’t even think of trying to find the US embassy, of staying here any longer. He can’t. He’s exhausted and hurting and afraid and there is a flight to JFK in half an hour. 

He gets the last available seat, smashed in between a guy the size of a pro football player and a young child belonging to the family across the aisle who won’t stop talking. 

Despite this, he’s asleep before the plane even leaves the ground. 

thanks for reading!!! i had a really great time writing this and i really wanna do a follow-up...i have an Idea but we'll have to wait and see lmao

[ghostieevie]

Gain Courage

Link was gone, and Ravio couldn’t handle it.

Link came back, left again, and Ravio knew too late that he loved him.

Legend came back, and Ravio was gone. Legend couldn’t handle it.

Now Ravio has to fight in a war that’s not his own. Aiding a different Link through his adventures and fighting his own demons as well.

He has to gain courage. After all, he won’t survive as the coward he is. That isn’t an option, because he has to get back to his Link.

Or: Ravio gets pulled into Hyrule Warriors. He kicks ass, takes names and simps for his Mr. Hero.

Don’t expect a schedule lol

It had been thirteen months, two weeks, six days and ten hours since Link fell through a portal that appeared from under him, and closed before Ravio could even blink.

It had been ten months, three days, seven hours and six minutes since Link came back as Legend three months after Ravio saw him disappear.

It had been one week after that, that Link was torn from him again.

It had been nine months, one week, four days and nine hours since Ravio had gotten the first of many letters which prompted a constant back and forth of writing.

It had been then, as he clutched the precious letters to his chest that Ravio realized that he was hopelessly, undoubtedly and stupidly in love with Link. Head over heels? No no no more like tumbling down several hills and mountains before impaling his heart with a stick.

And it had been exactly one minute, that as Ravio was placing some of his most important items into his bag, that he himself was falling into a dark swirling purple abyss, positively reeking of dark magic.

And as he closed his eyes, he hopes he would end up with Link on the other side. But fate was always one to play tricks.

❦

Ravio hummed a cheery tune as he walked up the leaf covered pathway to Link’s house. He had just returned from the market because they ran out of ingredients durning breakfast. Ravio glanced up at the mid-day sun. Okay, so maybe lunch. He shook his head as he opened the door. Grinning he cupped a hand to his mouth.

“Oh honey!~ I’m home!~” He made sure to drag the ‘o’s out in a typical annoying fashion. Link groaned (good naturedly to the few who knew him) ahead of him, lounging at the table.

“Not married, fuck you. And even if we were, you would the house wife. You stole my line.” Ravio scoffed as he lifted up his hood. He cocked his hip and placed a hand on it in sass and faux confidence.

“Oh? Is that because you never do any housework, go to the market or cook?” Ravio pointed a finger at him. “Well then of course I’m the stay at home partner!” Ravio held back a smile under a playful scowl as Link began to hold in a laugh.

“Oh ho ho? Now your laughing at me? That’s it! We’re getting divorced and I’m taking…” Ravio trailed, looking around the room. He quickly grabbed a small plush rabbit.

“Mr.Hero jr. with me!” And with that it seemed that the man burst out laughing. Ravio began to laugh himself at the inane joke. Internally however his heart melted and he wanted to paint the scene in front of him, he hadn’t had a clue why.

The light from the window seemed perfect, hitting the hero from the side in all the right places. Link himself was still sitting in the rosewood chair, slightly curled in himself with one arm across his stomach and the other held up so his hand could futilely hide his laughter.

Ravio stood mesmerized by the light playing with the pink strands in front of Link’s face he could never manage to stay dyed, from his pink bunny adventures that Ravio would tease him of, hence the soft baby pink rabbit in his hands. He wanted to stop time, for just this moment.

Ravio shook himself out of his thoughts, bringing himself back to the moment as Link stopped laughing. (He couldn’t help but miss the sound) The merchant bent down and began to pick up the cloth bags he used for shopping, that he set down sometime durning the conversation, only to look up as gloved hands picked up half of the bags in one swoop.

“Well I wouldn’t much of a husband if I didn’t help out, no?” Link grabbed a few more and headed into the kitchen, Ravio following suit.

❦

“…nd then he told me that the bread was blessed! If that wasn’t just plain ridiculous, then further proof was that I didn’t sense jack crap from it! Honestly just tell me your up charging bread.” Ravio finished his rant as he bit down angrily on a bite of beef stroganoff… and promptly melted into the bite of his favorite food. (Unbeknownst to him, Link found him quite endearing, perhaps even cute… and mentally slapped himself.)

“I would have figured people would have tried to stop scamming you by now. After all, you are the biggest scam of them all.” Ravio gasped at his words, trying to act offended. Pfft, he knew that he was a scammer. How would he make a living otherwise? Honest profit? Perish the thought.

“I’ll have you know I am but a fair merchant, I’ll even let you take something for free!” He trilled, pointing his fork dramatically to punctuate his statement. Ravio was already planning on giving Link something free for his quest he would be going on after lunch.

“Yeah right.” Link flicked his nose, causing Ravio to drop his fork and hold it with his hands. He pouted at Link as he was getting up.

“Well then, I’ll just have to show you! Come on Mr.Hero!” Ravio went up to the bedroom with Link behind him. Ravio slid out two small boxes from under the bed. (“How?? How did I not notice that under my bed-“) He nervously chewed on his tongue as he rose to his feet.

“Kay! So this won’t look like much but this will offer you some basic protection from the elements.” Ravio began to ramble as he sat on the bed and gestured for Link to do the same. “Mostly everything, so long as you don’t jump into lava or get frozen in a block of ice for more than twenty four hours.” He lightly glared at Link at the last part. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay, that wasn’t my fault and it was only half an hour!” Link attempted to defend himself as he took a seat next to him. Honestly, Ravio was worried sick when he came back with blue lips and fingers!

“Yeah, well it happened so this should make sure you don’t die via ice block.” Ravio stuck his tongue out. Link huffed and rolled his eyes before Ravio handed him one of the boxes, the darker one of the two. He held his breath baitedly as the box was examined closely, before it was opened. Inside lay an intricately carved wooden ring. The dark cherry wood was carved to give the illusion that two wooden pieces were intertwined, like a braid but with only two pieces and not three. And most notably, the purple gem that lay in the middle.

Ravio squirmed as the silence dragged on, and began his horrid stuttering. “The taa- Ahem the taaffeite- gah! The taaffeite is said to bring good luck and fortune. I carved this ring myself y’kno- ack!” His sentence was cut short by the hero tackling him into a tight hug. He didn’t know what to do, if he was honest. The last time he was hugged… oh goddess when was the last time? Wait hold on… Link of all people was hugging him. The least tactile person in Hyrule.

“Thanks, Rav. This is- you MADE this for me?…” He nodded before Link backed away. Ravio could actually burst in excitement. He lit up as he remembered one last thing up his sleeve.

“Not only that buuut-“ Ravio opened the other box which held a similar design but with a bright pink thulite gem in place of the taaffetite. He put it on. “I have one to match! Put yours on and I’ll show you why!” Link took a second to look at Ravio’s own ring, probably realizing the matching colors to eachother. It wasn’t what Ravio had intended but it worked out alright. The other eventually slid on his own ring.

Ravio grinned as he pushed a bit of magic through the ring, and watched Links face as his own ring responded with a light glow, and what should be a slight tugging sensation.

“This is so that I can at least know your alive and well. Just push a small- ish amount of magic through, and it reacts.” Ravio explained. Link nodded, and he could feel a small yank, enough to pull his hand forward. The ring glowed bright. Ravio giggled, and waved Link off.

“It shouldn’t take much or any magic. That being said, if you’re completely drained you can also tap it on something containing similar magic to yours. It won’t feel the same, more impersonal than with your own but it should do.” Ravio watched Link concentrate once more, and this time as the ring reacted, it was subtle just like how he himself had done it.

Ravio cheered, he did it! Link rolled his eyes and playfully pushed his shoulder. “Shouldn’t I be the one celebrating? Why are you more excited than me about me being able to control my magic flow?” Link teased. And to anyone else it was in a harsh tone, but not to him. To Ravio it was playful and an obvious attempt to provoke another banter match.

Sadly, Link had to leave before to much longer lest he not reach a safe place before dark.

“Oh hush! Don’t you have stuff to pack?” And as Link walked out of the room, Ravio couldn’t help but want him to stay longer.

❦

Ravio sighed, glaring as he put more rations and snacks in. He had the space! Besides, who knew how long this would take? What if he ended up somewhere with no clean water? Or if there was contaminated food?

“Mr.Hero, it’s not wasting food if it’s a good precaution. I’d rather have a bit of food leftover than you starving.” The man in question rolled his eyes for the fifth time but finally stopped trying to get him to give up on packing more food. Ravio decided to be a little cheeky now. So as soon as Link looked away, he slipped in a bright pink handkerchief with a bunny, tying it to a water skin so it would most definitely be taken out.

What did he expect? After shoving more stuff than necessary into the bag he finally handed it to Link.

“Alright I’m done! You better not be coming back fried like a baked cuckoo, ya hear?” Ravio pushed the bag into Links chest as he turned around, having just strapped on his weapons. The bag collided into him, and he made an ‘oof’ noise.

“Me? You’re the mother cuckoo here.” Link flicked Ravio’s nose, causing him to startle back. “No wait, you’re a rabbit.” He’s taking offense to that!

“Hey! I’m just-“ Ravio broke off. Something felt… off. He focused in. The magic felt weird?

“Mr.Hero? The magic. Something’s wrong.” Almost swirly. It was almost like it was congregating around a point… the floor? Ravio’s eyes widened in realization, and he made to grab Link. His hand was almost there!

“Ravio! Don’t-“

It was too late. Ravio’s fingers only just brushed fabric as the hero fell, far from his grasp and far from him. He couldn’t breath. Link was gone. He was gone. Ravio was useless AGAIN. Ravio couldn’t shake the hero’s expression from his mind, the panic in his eyes. And he…

He tried to save Ravio. He tried to make sure Ravio didn’t fall in as well. It seemed the portal wouldn’t let him though, because he stomped on it. The concentrated magic swirled but it was only like glass for him. He fell to his knees and banged on the portal over and over again, until it disappeared. His knuckles began to split but he didn’t, couldn’t, care.

He kept hitting the ground, as if it would spit him back out. And when that didn’t work he screamed at the ground but nothing made a difference. Eventually, Ravio couldn’t even scream anymore.

❦

It was an hour later that Zelda arrived, feeling the magic imbalance. All that she found was Ravio, his hands bloody and bruised. He was only staring blankly at the floor.

“Ravio?” At the mention of his name he slowly dragged his gaze upwards to meet hers.

“He’s gone.” Ravio whispered. He clutched his hair with bloody hands and tugged his hood back on. “He’s… he’s really…”

Zelda fell before him, tugging him into an embrace as the first tear fell.

[snowandwolves]

hihihihihhi it's lengthy ask anon i am running off of too little sleep (nightmares still ugh) but also good news which is a danger combination lol

so part of how i've been dealing with my sleeplessness is rereading some of the lighthouse au until i finally feel fine enough to go back to sleep. so! questions. that you don't have to answer. really!

why did Bea never know she talks in her sleep? also, does Ava ever try to have a full on conversation with her?

Cam and Ava talk about the benefits of hugging a tree and with all the pine reference i have to know: has Ava ever hugged a pine tree??

when Mary almost asks Ava about moving in with Bea, do you think Bea had talked about it with her friends beforehand? like a am-i-being-too-lesbian worry?

what's something Bea and Ava eventually fight about? (and do they follow that "order" for making up)

do you think Chanel ever designs something for Jillian? how about Ava?

from last time - how you handled the main plot and subplots was amazing - did you have one of those (*virtual?) murder board-esque things to help visualize things? (*i'd never thought of using notion for fiction work!!)

i think i've reached my caffeine limit for the day i hope you are getting better sleep than i am! here's to having the crispiest vegetable of your preference! (i.e. not celery lol)

I’M ALIVE AND STILL EMPLOYED IDK HOW BUT OK 💀 hi hello, lengthy ask anon. how’s the nightmares? i hope they’ve left you alone? am i gonna have to have a Serious Talk with whichever god’s in charge of that? 😤 pls lemme know. but! i sincerely hope you’ve been sleeping since you sent this 🥺

and now (finally, idk how long it’s been), answers!

1. this… is a good question LMAO maybe no one brought it up to her cos she might get embarrassed? OR bea wakes up too early for anyone to catch her in the act 😂 and yes, i’d think ava would definitely try to have a full conversation with her like “bea, bea, what’s the weather like” and bea just randomly spouts temperature numbers and sea condition. or like “bea what’s your favorite sex position?”, which ends up with bea having a rather scandalous dream, much to ava’s amusement 😂

2. i’d say yes!!! except she hugs the smaller ones and ends up with pine needles everywhere. bea’s exasperated but ava just shrugs and says, “worth it.” on that note, hug a tree people. it’s fucking soul-healing.

3. oh, definitely. camila gives her twinkle eyes, mary’s like “what the fuck does that even mean, too lesbian”, and lilith doesn’t even dignify it all with a response 😂 which is to say… her friends weren’t any help at all.

4. i think it’d be something simple cos they’re good at talking to each other about their feelings. so stuff like ava leaving her shoes a mess by the front door, which means beatrice keeps tripping on them, or bea’s tendency to overpack, which almost makes them late for their trips. they’d snipe at each other because they’re human (bea: “what’s so difficult about putting your shoes away, ava?” and ava: “what the hell would you need a sewing kit for, bea?”) and probably get too irritated until one of them realizes it’s a ridiculous thing to fight about. probably won’t always make up through sex because bea got a concussion the last time she tripped on ava’s shoes and there was no time for even a quickie when they almost missed their flight, but someone will make a joke and they’ll laugh about it at least. (this… got unintentionally soft 😂)

5. omg, yes!!! what if they attend a gala and ava’s whole fam is wearing chanel’s clothes? literally A+++ publicity and just about launches chanel in the spotlight 😌 jillian in a suit and ava in a dangerous dress, what more can you ask for 🔥

6. lengthy ask anon, i had notion and phone notes and paper charts and i even tried using this free mind mapping thing just to keep track of everything 😂 i went full-on type A on this thing. i even had a mood board. and a playlist. and 2847293 drafts. i have so much content idk what to do with these now 💀

lettuce! i’ve been having so much lettuce! but omg pls, i really hope you’re sleeping well now 🥺 as always, thank you so, so much for this! literally the best thing to do after somehow crawling out of hell LMAO

[sugarrspice]

Watching phasmophobia videos now automatically puts me in a headspace to reread A Phantom's Soap Opera lol, I hope you're happy with yourself /lh

😆 I'm glad! It's one of my favorite fics to work on-- I know I've been positively silent on account of my senior thesis (and I never published your prompt, which I really ought to finish, but I wish you luck on yours!) but it's being worked on, slowly but surely. I usually have to pull up Wade's playthroughs, or play with friends, to get into the mindset.

Although, speaking of Phantom..

A treat, to promise I'm not dead. [/aff]

--

He sees four new messages when he wakes up. Two from Jackie, and one apiece from numbers he doesn’t have saved- which leaves it as either one of the other three in his… from IRIS, or maybe he’d fucked up so bad that he’d forgotten he’d given out his number at the bar.

Either way: he doesn’t open them. He can imagine well enough what’s going to be said, and he’d like to delay it for just… a little longer. Long enough for him to take a bracingly hot shower, and make some disgustingly strong coffee, and spin yesterday around his head like if he just thinks about it a bit harder, it wouldn’t have happened.

Because here’s the thing: he knows Marvin isn’t wrong. A bleeding-heart is a liability, and you’d think he’d know better when there are still faint shadows around his neck. But he’d looked at Cody, and seen little Yenna, and–

He chucks the mug into the sink with perhaps strictly more force than he needs to. It’s already half-full of bowls and mugs, remnants of nights and mornings exactly like this, where even getting out of bed is a slog followed by a heartstopping jolt of adrenaline as he realizes he has places to be, but it’s– he’ll handle it later. Just like he’s handling this later. Just like–

Swearing under his breath, Chase slings his guitar over his back, juggling his phone to also scoop up his messenger bag, and hip checks the apartment door open. Another minute to make sure he has his keys on him, before he can begin the descent down to the lot.

He’d forgotten his jacket, he notes tiredly- the hair along the back of his neck rises from the chill in the stairwell, but he’d also figured that five flights of stairs would be enough to warm him up, and either way, it shouldn’t be that cold in the morning.

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[mewsrys]

I dont havw anything productive to say about the new malevolent episode. I might relisten again lol it may be one of my favorites. Already.

spoilers under here for 33 But i dont think i’ll be tagging this anyways because im scared of pwople reading it

I felt such a sense of dread all throughout the episode. jesus christ. somehow the scene where john n arthur were trying to find oscar, and opening all the doors in the hallway was . Almosr more suspenseful than later parts. Im kind of a pussy (Deathly afraid of jumpscares especially)!anyways idk how i can handle this podcast man. If oscar makes it out of this alive im gonna be surprised, like almost everyone that’s helped arthur and john so far has not ended up very . Well.

And the last few minutes… i could talk about that for so long. Incredible!!! The way that all these different things started piling up, with daniel saying he left a message at the hotel, the phone call, and all at the same time as arthurs trying to speak to oscar over the phone, the KNOCKING ON THE DOOR!! How arthur tried telling daniel not to open the door as he realized who it was. and he died anyways . Man. I was having trouble keeping up with everything going on but in the best fucking way possible! It fit the moment so well. and arthur callinf daniel dad… minutes before he died…… Im Not Okay. Like the shouting winded down, and they started having more conversation, and then shit just hit the fucking fan from then on. AGGHDDHDEHEXHDJJXJE

Ok and the last part, i loved the way that the audio was done there. This podcast is literally the best ive listened to in manh ways especially how i feel like i may as well be watching a show with Visuals. i know this entire post is just me acknowledging things that were literally Intentional for this epiaode, but INCANNOT GET OVER IT! i could Really See especially in the last part as if the “camera” had been in a fixed position as arthur ran away, and the butcher became closer to the “camera” before going after him. Idk i know thar was the intention but i fucking love when shit loke thar happens in podcasts cause i feel like its not that common n if it is it usually isnt that easy to See

Thar may be the wnd of my thoughts for now… Hi future self rereading my posts

Nobody call me stupid i already know and im acknowledging it so that i dont make a fool of myself!! if you read this pretend you didn’t

[disgustiphage]

31 day horror house

Day 05: the handymonster they might assign to “fix” your car

“yeah i know they don’t have any arms or legs but trust me, they’re good. just relax. they'll have your car fixed. don't worry about it”

"is that a hammer? why does it have a hammer?"

“don't worry about it”

[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[check here for this series's general warnings and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex, reader loses her virginity, oral, fingering, mentions of blood because of it being the reader's first time, swearing, alcohol, rich people slander LOL, mentions of pervy rich people, jake being a fucking tease] 

*feel free to lmk if i missed anything 

*note: reader wears glasses

*also sorry if there are any errors regarding grammar oops

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chapter 1: business proposal 

chapter 2 here

school, bar, home; that's what your life has been for the past however many months it's been since you first acquired your position as a bartender. the bar has basically been your life since you started working there, and you didn't hate it, but that doesn't necessarily mean you loved it either. shifts were often long and strenuous, especially on friday nights in which every rich person in the city wants to drink until they get alcohol poisoning. 

working at a "rich peoples' bar" had its benefits though; huge parties meant large amounts of tips even though most of your tip money went into paying rent and school tuition. but hey, it's better than being stuck in the family house you worked so desperately to get out of. 

juggling university and your job oftentimes stressed you out and made you wonder if you should choose one over the other, but you never forget to remind yourself that you can't work at the bar forever even if it felt like an easy way out. 

"y/n!" yeji, your friend from university and coworker, called out, prompting you to snap out of your thoughts and look in her direction, "i'm heading out now, so do you think you can handle the rest of the night without your favorite coworker?" she joked as you nudged her arm. "oh no, whatever will i do without you?" you said sarcastically, yeji pulling you into a hug afterward. you both laughed as you waved at each other, her waking out the door, holding it open for someone who was coming in as she was leaving. 

he approached your section of the bar as you were wiping down its surface, wanting to make sure the expensive marble countertops were kept presentable all throughout the night. a sleazy part of you liked wiping down the counters because it gave you a chance to get more tips by showing your cleavage, and yes, it always worked with the pervy and horny rich men as funny and pathetic as it may sound. the tight, black long sleeve button up paired with a short skirt and a (fake) diamond necklace really makes for a good night money wise. the 'uniform' is arguably what gets you tips in the first place considering that more than 90% of the consumers are greedy rich people. for a seemingly classy bar, the management loves to dress their female employees like hookers. 

it took a second for you to realize that you were lost in your thoughts again, aimlessly wiping nothing off the marble countertop. you were so distracted that you looked up to see an extremely handsome young man seated on one of the barstools and had no idea how long he'd been waiting there just staring at the drink menu. "o-oh, i'm so sorry, what can i get for you?" you asked shyly as you folded the rag you were using and pushed it to the side. he chuckled lightly at your embarrassed expression and body language before responding. "just a glass of armand de brignac ace of spades brut rosé," he said nonchalantly as he pointed at the pretty pink bottle with a smirk as if ordering a $500 champagne was normal. 

you turned around to fetch a crystal wine glass and couldn't help but turn red because of how fucking sexy this guy was. you almost didn't trust yourself to pour this expensive alcohol because of how sweaty your hands were, but you shook it off and quickly placed the wine glass on the table, pushing it toward him. "let me know if you want to order anything else," you smiled, trying to keep your eyes off of him, knowing that you wouldn't be able to look away if you were to spare even the tiniest glance at him. 

"thank you, beautiful," he said, taking a sip of his expensive champagne. his comment caused you to promptly snap your head up at him, wondering if he was actually serious or if he was just another flirty (and possibly horny) rich guy. "why, thank you," you flirted back subtly, slightly leaning against the counter on your elbows, hoping to get a few tips. he let out a gentle chuckle as he reached one of his veiny hands out toward your neck to take a hold of your necklace. you blushed in surprise at this touch but didn't pull away.

"such a shame," he sighed as he admired your chest area in a somehow amorous and non perverted manner, "a beautiful woman like you should have real diamonds resting against her pretty skin..." his voice trailed off as he let go of your necklace.

man, he really indirectly pointed out how broke you are, and also how the fuck could he tell these diamonds were fake with his naked eye? rich people surprise you every time. 

you couldn't tell if the reason you were blushing was because of the fact that his hands were dangerously close to your neck and chest or if you were embarrassed at the fact that you couldn't afford a real diamond necklace. you were at a loss for words for a hot minute as you looked down at your necklace that seemed to sparkle less now that he pointed out how it isn't genuine. 

"i'm sorry... just thinking out loud," he sighed as he looked you in your eyes, making your breathing hitch for a second. "oh, n-no you're fine," you responded, trying to laugh it off, "would you like anything else? a refill maybe?" you said as you looked down at his almost-empty wine glass. 

"well," he started as he shifted in the barstool, now resting one of his elbows upon the counter, "i would like to buy you a real diamond necklace, but if we're talking in terms of me wanting anything else from the bar, i think i'm fine for now." he smirked and took another sip of his drink. god, he was such a tease, but you didn't mind because he was so unbelievably attractive. 

"you're so sweet," you laughed shyly as you tried to hide your face, "but you seem a bit tipsy, so make sure to be safe out there when you head out." a fake pout formed on his face as he looked at you again. "trying to get rid of me already? i promise i'm not drunk, beautiful," he chuckled as his eyes traveled down to the sparkling crystal wine glass that was now empty. you'd be lying if you said that you weren't on the brink of kissing him because of his smooth comments, but you had to remind yourself that these situations are normal at the rich people bars; they flirt, you fall for them, they take you home, you fall harder, they leave because you meant nothing to them in the first place. 

'never get attached to rich people' was always your golden rule, but you weren't thinking rationally in this particular moment. you were only thinking about him; a rich man whose name you didn't even know yet, and you couldn't help but mentally sigh at the fact that he could never be yours.

"what's on your mind, hm? you look lost in thought," he said, his thick accent music to your ears. you immediately snap out of your thoughts for the nth time tonight, turning red at the fact that you were so obviously disconnected from the situation. "o-oh, it's nothing," you stuttered embarrassingly, "just a little tired; long night, you know?" you lied even though you knew that he could see right through you like you were a piece of glass. 

"is that so?" he smirked then let out a sigh, "i would love to keep talking." you pushed your glasses up and glanced at the clock. it's only half past ten, what's the harm staying for a little longer. 

"i'll stay if you stay with me," you said in a mildly seductive tone as you leaned forward onto the counter, again, hoping to make a few tips. "what made you think that i planned to leave?" he asked, leaning in closer and making you visibly flustered. he smirked, fully aware of the effect he has on you. 

"get yourself something to drink. it's on me," he said as he pulled out a black card, your eyes widening at the sight of it. god, he made you feel like a peasant. "b-but everything here is so expensive, a-and i'd hate for you to spend that kind of money on me-"

"don't worry about it, princess. i only spend by the thousand, so get anything that your heart desires."

his confidence made a knot form in your stomach. oh, how the tables have turned; now you're the horny one. 

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you didn't get blackout drunk so-to-say, but you drank enough alcohol to have a headache when you woke up the next morning, and it took you more than just a few minutes to remember what the hell happened last night. you then realized that you never even asked that guy what his name was and immediately felt like a fucking idiot.

thank god it was your day off because you may have had to call in sick because of the pounding headache that you were suffering-

bzzz...bzzz...bzzz

you groaned as you turned to check who was calling you, and to your surprise, it was yeji. as you hit 'answer,' you hoped she wasn't calling because of short staff at work. 

"hey, y/n! sorry if i'm waking you up, even though it's 3PM," she joked as you groaned and sat up, "there's someone here who just asked for you. uhhh, he has dyed blond hair, average height, and he's veryyyy handsome. he's seated at your section of the bar waiting for you if you want to head over and see what he wants, but i can tell him that it's your day off if you want me to-"

"i'll be right over!"

you quickly hung up the phone and jumped out of bed to get ready. you sobered up so quickly that it could've been a world record. after taking shower so quick that it could've also been a world record, you got dressed in a cute but classy outfit that showed just enough skin to tease him then dashed out the door. 

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you took a deep breath before opening the fancy double doors to get inside the bar, immediately looking over to your side of the bar to see him sitting there patiently waiting for you to show up. you tried your best to casually walk over to your section of the bar but before you could get any closer, yeji spotted you and excitedly ran in your direction, engulfing you in a hug. she let go of you to turn your head to the side with both of her hands, "you see him?!" she exclaimed, quickly prompting you to slap your hand over her mouth. "shush, yej! he has ears, you know!" you whisper-yelled as you both slowly walked over to that side of the bar. as soon as you were close enough to him, yeji gave you a stern pat on the shoulder and rushed back over to the other side of the bar. 

"so," you said flirtatiously as you put your hand on one of his broad shoulders, "i heard you were looking for me." your touch startled him, causing his shoulder to tense up, but he quickly calmed down after he realized it was you. "well, you heard right," he said, his signature smirk forming on his face. you smirked back, looking into his pretty brown eyes and trying to exude the same confidence that he was even though you were nervous out of your pants. 

"you didn't even know who to request seeing as you don't even know my name," you teased as you sat on the stool next to him. "and yet, here you are, miss?" he asked, somehow coming off more confident than you even though he was literally asking a question. "y/l/n y/n" you chuckled, "and you?" 

"jake, jake sim, sim jaeyun. depends who you ask," he said with a hint of sarcasm as held his hand out for you to shake it as if you two were meeting for the first time. you rolled your eyes playfully as you leaned in closer to him. "so, what business do you have with me, jake?" you asked teasingly as you placed your hand on his warm forearm, flustering him. "hmm, i don't know," he said as he put his free hand on top of yours, "maybe we could go out? after all, it is your day off." you looked at him with slight disbelief, not expecting him to ask you to go out with him. "so, like a date?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "it's whatever you want it to be, princess," he smirked as he stood up, holding his hand out to help you off the high barstool. 

"have fun, guys!" yeji yelled from across the bar as if she'd been watching us the whole time (which she probably was). jake smiled sheepishly as waved back at her, his other hand holding yours as you left the bar together.

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you sat nervously in the passenger's seat of his fancy car, not knowing what to expect out of this little "date" that you two were about to go on. "so, where are we going, jake?" you ask casually, glancing at his perfect side profile. "we're gonna head further into gangnam's shopping centers. i did say i wanted to get you some real diamonds, right?" your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and surprise. 

"y-you're kidding, right?" you laughed sheepishly, but he shook his head, shocking you even further. "nope. we're getting you a pretty little necklace," he said nonchalantly as he parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt, quickly getting out of the car to open the door for you. handsome and a gentleman? score.

you took jake's hand as he led you into a jewelry store that you never even imagined walking into, let alone buying anything from. your eyes lit up at the immense sparking of diamonds in every corner of the establishment. jake seemed to notice your astonishment and giggled at your cute mannerisms. "go ahead and look around, beautiful," jake politely urged, "your only parameter is that it has to be one thousand or over; i only spend by the thousand, remember?" he smirked as he lifted your chin up with his index finger. you nodded and your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as jake moved his finger away from your face.

you were completely clueless on how to even begin navigating this jewelry store, so you looked up at jake for a bit of guidance. "you're so cute," he cooed as he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you close as he walked you toward one of the huge glass cases of diamond jewelry, "no need to be nervous, y/n." you smiled shyly as you felt the warmth of his arm against your waist. the glass cases were lined with dark red velvet that complimented the shine of the gold and diamonds that rested upon its surface.

after awhile of looking closely at a few necklaces, you finally found a piece that caught your eye. jake noticed the way you gazed at it through the jewelry case and immediately asked an employee to take it out for you. "here," jake said as he gently moved your hair onto your shoulder, clasping the necklace before moving your hair back to its original position, "it looks beautiful on you, princess." you blushed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the diamond necklace resting against your skin. "do you like this one?" the employee asked the two of you, looking from you to jake, looking visibly flustered at how attractive jake was. you looked at jake and nodded. he smiled as he unclasped the necklace and handed it back over to the employee. "we'll take it," jake said as he held you close. 

"your total comes out to ₩1,897,267.50," the employee said casually as she took jake's black card and swiped it on the pin pad, handing it back to him once the transaction was completed. the price was enough to make you nauseous.

"i told you that real diamonds would look beautiful around your neck," jake said as he gently caressed the necklace that laid against your soft skin, causing goosebumps to run down your body, "but you wanna know what would look even better around your neck?" he asked as you looked deeply into his eyes, nodding for him to continue. "my hand," he said as he leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his as your heartbeat rises to a level you didn't know existed. 

"what are you implying, hm?" you teased, "show me, jake." 

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a simple car make out session turned into you two stumbling into his house, no, sorry, his mansion, bursting into his huge bedroom, and throwing yourselves down on his king size bed. 

"god, you're fucking hot," you breathed out as you toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt. he chuckled and smirked and began to kiss down your neck and shoulders, making your whole body flutter with anticipation. 

anticipation because you'd never done anything like this before; you were a virgin. 

"jake wait," you said softly as you played with his smooth hair, making him stop immediately to make sure he wasn't breaking any of your boundaries, "i, um, i've never done this before." your face turning red in embarrassment from having admitted that you were a virgin. 

"we can stop if you want to-" jake started before you smashed your lips against his, another make out session beginning soon after. "who told you that i wanted to stop?" you asked as you teasingly brushed your fingertips against his cheek. "we'll take it slow, okay? i promise i'll make you feel good, princess."

slowly, you let him take your shirt and bottoms off, leaving you only in your matching black bra and panties. "such a pretty little body," jake breathed out as he ran his hands down your exposed skin, "you're all mine." you bit your lip and nodded as you toyed with his belt, eventually taking it off along with his pants, moaning at the sight of how hard he was. 

he took the diamond necklace off your neck and placed it on his bedside table. "the only thing around your neck is gonna be my hand, isn't that right?" he asked as he positioned himself against the headboard of his bed, motioning for you to sit between his legs. "mhm, jakey," you responded as you cozied your back against his chest. "already such a good girl," he smirked against the back of your head as he planted a kiss on your neck, "let me show you what good girls deserve." slowly, he slid your panties down your legs, teasing your inner thighs in the process, causing you to shiver. 

"let me know if it's too much, okay?" jake said as he began to inch his hand closer and closer to your wet entrance until he eventually brought his fingers to your clit. you gasped at the contact as he began to rub circles around it, putting one of his fingers inside you slowly and beginning to pump it in and out of you. "f-feels good," you moaned out softly as you gripped onto one of his muscular thighs. "yeah? feels good? you're so tight, princess. you might have a little trouble taking my cock," he teased as he began to finger you at a faster pace. you whined out for him, begging him to put another finger in. "please, jakey?" you asked softly, your legs trembling desperately. "how could i say no to such a good girl?" jake cooed as he inserted another finger, moaning at the way your walls squeezed both his ring and middle finger. 

lewd moans and noises escaped your lips as jake continued to finger you, moving his free hand up to your boobs, grabbing and caressing them as he pleased you. 

"w-wanna cum so bad," you whimpered as jake slowed his fingers down, pulling them out of you. "not yet, princess," jake said sternly as he moved you aside to pull his retraining boxers down, revealing his hard length. your eyes lit up innocently at the sight of his member as jake chuckled, pumping himself a few times to tease you. 

"c-can i touch?" you asked softly as you leaned even closer to him. "i would love you to, beautiful, but tonight is about you. you can touch daddy next time, i promise." he said, proceeding to plant a kiss on your soft lips. "now spread your legs for me, sweetheart," jake said softly yet sternly. you followed his orders, leaning against a pillow and spreading your legs for him. he brought his head down between your legs and dragged his tongue up and down your helplessly dripping warmth without warning, causing you to whine and gasp and the new feeling as jake continued to work his tongue around your pussy. 

"jakey," you whined out, biting your lip, "so good. please don't stop." you felt him smirk against your warmth, proceeding to suck on your clit as he held onto your thighs for stability even though they weren't much help considering how much they were trembling. he took mental notes of the way your body reacted to the different things that he did to you, making sure that he pleased you as much as possible.

jake looked up, wiping your excess arousal off of his lips then lining himself up with your mildly overstimulated entrance. "tell me if it hurts, okay, baby? it'll feel good after a little while." jake reassured as he teased your entrance with his tip that leaked precum. you nodded as you let jake push your thighs down onto the bed, eventually pushing a few inches of himself inside your tight entrance. you flinched at the feeling, but jake was quick to offer you his hand to hold, which you gladly accepted. "god, you're so fucking tight," jake groaned out, "i'm so lucky to be the first person who gets to feel you." you whined and nodded. "a-all for you. i'm all daddy's." he smirked against your neck before sucking on a soft section of skin. "yeah, that's right."

soon, he began to slowly move himself in and out of you gently, letting you adjust to his size. "jake, m-more please," you begged quietly as you looked into his eyes. he bit his lip as he began to pick up the pace, causing his head to fall into the crook of your neck as he groaned at the way your walls violently clenched around his cock. 

"fuck, can we switch positions, baby?" jake whispered into your ear, "i want to see that pretty ass bounce against my cock." you nodded as jake got off of you. "ass up, face down, princess," he commanded to which you naturally obeyed, nestling your cheek into the sheets as you arched your back, inviting him to destroy you. "please hurry," you begged, "w-wanna feel you." jake scoffed as he landed a harsh spank on your ass, riling you up even more. "it's your first time and you're already so needy," jake tsked as he shoved himself back inside you, making you moan at the sudden wave of pleasure. 

jake spanked your ass harshly as he pounded into you, your helpless moans and mewls fueling his desire to please you. "jake! so good," you moaned out as you gripped onto the bedsheets. "mhm? daddy making you feel good?" jake asked amorously as he pulled you up so that your back rested against his sweaty chest. "s-so good, jakey," you moaned softly, his thrusts becoming slower as he rubbed your clit, aiding you in reaching your high. 

you practically melted into his hands as you felt your cum run down his veiny member, moaning out his name as he left hickeys on your neck. he slowly lowered your body back down onto the bed to begin ramming himself into you again, making you cry out as he praised you for being such a good toy. "already such a slut and it's only your first time," jake breathed out as his strokes became less uniform and more sloppy. "where do you want daddy's cum, princess?" he asked as he tugged your hair. "i-inside me, please," you moaned softly as jake pulled out of you and laid you down on your back, wanting to look into your eyes while he released his seed inside you. 

you let him continue littering your neck with bites and hickeys as you clawed into his back, moaning uncontrollably at the amount of pleasure being delivered to your body from his. "jakey," you moaned out as his thrusts became stronger, chasing his high as your walls squeezed his hard cock. the sight of his sweaty, toned abs were enough for you to cum all over him again.

"god, you feel so fucking good," jake growled into your ear as his seed coated your tight walls, "next time, we'll go harder, how does that sound, princess?" he asked, you nodding as he kissed your jaw in a caring manner. 

next time, you thought. those two words circulated through your mind.

you both collapsed onto his now unmade bed, panting and sweating but also sharing a few laughs and soft kisses. jake slid his hand between your thighs, bringing his big hand toward your now sore entrance as he planted a kiss on your cheek. "aw, i'm sorry, princess," jake said sweetly, "sorry i made you bleed; it happens when it's your first time, but i promise you'll feel better soon." you smiled shyly into his collarbone. his words struck a soft spot in your heart. it felt almost... intimate. 

"so," jake started, breaking the awkward silence before it could fully set in, "dinner?"

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as if you hadn't gotten enough of the 'rich life' experience today, jake surprised you once again by taking you to a nauseatingly expensive restaurant that you never thought you'd set foot into. a typical white tablecloth was draped around a single round table that was decorated with pretty rose petals and a tea light; super cliché and predictable of a fancy restaurant, but still romantic nonetheless. 

"jake?" you asked, prompting him to look up from the menu that you were sure he's seen more than a million times, "has anyone ever told you how sweet you are?" he bit his lip shyly and looked down at the table again. "shhh, you're making me blush, y/n," jake whined as his puppy dog eyes glimmered in the dim lights. "what? i'm serious," you giggled as he put his hand on the nape of his neck, getting shy again. wanting to keep up the whole confident act, you pulled out your phone and took a candid photo of him looking all shy, giggling at the photo you got as a result.

"hey!" he whined again, "two can play that game." jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of you in return, making you cover your face shyly as he teased you for being cute. "see," jake said as he showed the picture to you, "now i have a cute little contact photo for you." you swatted at him playfully as he let out soft laughs, trying not to make the two of you look like idiots inside this fancy restaurant. 

you were on your phone deciding what his name should be on your phone, and you hoped you weren't the only one overthinking it. you went from

jake sim

no

jake

no

jake :)

no

jake... your fingers lingered over your keyboard before ultimately deciding on

jake🤍

was the heart emoji too intense? maybe. but did you care? no. 

little did you know, jake was on the other side of the table having the same dilemma.

y/n y/l/n

no, that's too formal 

y/n

no, that's too generic

y/n :)

no, that seems a little creepy

y/n 💕

he was unsure at first, but ultimately decided that he was going to keep it like that.

"y/n?" jake asked, probably noticing how unnecessarily focused you were on your phone. "oh, yeah," you smiled sheepishly as you looked up from your phone, "sorry about that." he smiled shyly at you as you took a sip of water from a fancy wine glass. 

"hey," jake started, "do you mind if i ask you a question? well, it's more of a proposal; a "business proposal" if you will." he said with air quotes. you cocked your head to the side in confusion but nodded for him to continue. 

"have you every had a sugar daddy before?"

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a/n: HI GANG SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LOL MY BRAIN IS ALL KINDS OF FRIED but no fr i want to make these chapters long and plentiful for you guys so no one has to foam at the mouth waiting too long for what's gonna happen next

but anyway, thank you guys for supporting this series and my page in general, you jake whores <3

-jake whore jardi

taglist @axartia @jjhmk @valiantwastelanddelusion @jayroseyy @ayohahaha @asaheyow

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[sagewritings]

Late Night Talking - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson reader

synopsis: being dustin henderson’s older sister made you involved in their fights with the upside down, which also led you to become closer with steve harrington. after spending months with each other, and a particular encounter with billy hargrove, steve realizes that he found who he was looking for.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, curse words, insults/bullying

request: [anon] Can you do a Steve Harrington imagine set after season 2 before season 3 for Steve and the Henderson!reader  where Billy just keeps trying to push them to fight him but she and Steve make a deal to make sure the other doesn't so one day she needs Steve calms her down after Billy (verbally) goes after Dustin so Steve talks about their future and accidentally confesses because they're in love with each other?

a/n: hello everyone! here’s a steve harrington fic based on a request. thank you so much to the person who sent this, it’s really fun to work with! also, as you may have noticed with the title, this story is briefly based on harry styles’ late night talking too :3 i honestly didn’t expect this one to be this long (i was planning to keep it between 2-3k words lol) but i just had to establish the story first.

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i hope you’ll like this fic! happy reading!

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If you're feelin' down

I just wanna make you happier, baby

Wish I was around

I just wanna make you happier, baby

We've been doin' all this late night talkin'

'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin'

Now you're in my life

I can't get you off my mind

It all began on that one eventful afternoon.

You thought your brother had gone crazy when he barged in your room, panicked while he explained something about a demogorgon. You weren’t foreign to the word, having heard it multiple times whenever his group of friends would come over to play their fantasy game. But when he confessed how he kept one as a pet and became more than ten times its size after eating your mom’s cat, you almost laughed at him.

And then you saw it crawling above the kitchen island. You didn’t know whether you wanted to protect Dustin or feed him to the creature for letting it inside your house.

“Out of all the animals in this world, you chose a fucking demogorgon as a pet.” You hissed at your brother, and both of you crouched down to peek through the wooden door of your mom’s tool shed.

“I didn’t know it was a demogorgon.” He argued back, glaring at you. “Oh, shit. There he is.”

You looked forward, watching the creature eat the ham slices Dustin laid out.

“Yes, yes, yes.” He mumbled to himself when it reached the basement. Dart, who seemed to know that he was being watched, stopped and turned around, looking directly at the shed. “Shit.”

You gasped, pulling Dustin away slightly. Your brother heaved and pulled his hockey stick tighter. Your eyes widened when you realized what was going on in his head. “Dustin, you are not going out there– fucking hell!”

You barely had time to hold him steady when he slammed the door open and ran outside. The demogorgon screeched, lunging at your brother with its wide mouth and sharp teeth.

Dustin struck at the monster using his stick, successfully sending it downwards to the basement. Both of you ran quickly and held each side of the door closed before it could regain its balance and climb up.

“Get a lock and a chain!” You ordered Dustin, leaning to his side to position yourself in between the two doors.

He ran back to the shed to get what you needed, hastily wrapping the handles together when he reached you.

When you were sure that the demogorgon wouldn’t be able to escape, you looked at your brother sternly. “What the hell was that?!”

“I just saved our lives, in case you missed it!” He screamed.

“Yeah? What if that thing was stronger than you and ate us both?”

“Well, it didn’t!”

You groaned. “Where did that come from anyway?”

“Nothing.” He gulped, remembering that you had no knowledge of the upside down. “I’m gonna go to the Wheelers.”

“Absolutely not.” You stopped him, glaring threateningly. “I knew there was something going on with you since Will went missing. And now I just witnessed a fucking alien in our house. So either you explain to me what’s going on, or I’ll call mom this instant so you’ll be grounded for life.”

Dustin sighed. “Fine. But I need you to drive me to Mike’s first. I’ll tell you everything on the way.”

And so he did. Your brother filled you in with everything; the gate in the Hawkins lab, the upside down, Eleven, demogorgons. You didn’t even think about doubting him anymore, not after what you’ve just seen.

When you reached the Wheeler residence, the two of you stepped out of the car, both sweaty and stressed. It didn’t help that Mike and Nancy were not in their house either, and Dustin couldn’t help but mumble curses under his breath while walking back towards your car.

Another car pulled up at the back of yours, revealing a distressed Steve Harrington holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. You were familiar with the boy, having seen him numerous times because you two were both seniors in high school, but that was it.

You ignored him, not surprised why he stopped over because you knew he and Nancy are dating. But your brother had other plans.

“Steve.” He called out, stopping Steve in his tracks as he looked at you and Dustin. “Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?”

Steve questioningly looked at the flowers. “No.”

“Good.” He pulled the bouquet out of Steve’s hand and started walking in the direction of his car.

“Dustin! Where are you going?” You called out after him.

“Hey! What the hell? Hey!” Steve ran too.

“Nancy isn’t home.” Dustin turned around to face Steve before looking at you. “Steve can help us.”

“Help you with what?” Steve asked.

“We have bigger problems than your love life.” Your brother opened one door in the backseat of Steve’s car. “You still have that bat? The one with the nails?”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain later. I just need you to drive.” He sat inside. “Now!”

Steve scrambled after Dustin, a confused expression on his face but he didn’t protest. You were left standing, not knowing if you should follow them while hesitating to leave your car in the Wheeler’s driveway.

“Y/n! Get your ass in here!” Dustin yelled.

You inhaled sharply, feeling nervous, confused, and annoyed all at the same time but you obliged.

On the way back to your house, you and Steve took turns to question Dustin. It surprised you how much you agree with the boy, nodding whenever he would make a scolding statement at your brother.

The events only worsened when you reached the basement and found that the demogorgon escaped, digging through the wall and dirt.

Following Dustin’s plan, you three walked to the junkyard, joining groups with Max and Lucas. The boys were stunned when they realized how quickly the new girl warmed up to you, immediately attaching herself by your side after ten minutes of knowing her. It was probably because you were the only other female there beside her, you thought.

The rest of the night was chaotic. You and Steve took turns in protecting the three children, grabbing them out of the way whenever one of the adolescent demogorgons would attack. Your group had to gather with the rest at the Hawkins laboratory when the creatures ran away.

And now you found yourself at the Byers’ home, following Mike around as he points at Will’s drawings.

“Here, right here. This is like a hub.” He said, kneeling on top of the paper sheets. “So you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire–”

“Oh, yeah? That’s a no!” Steve said.

“The mind flayer would call away his army.” Dustin continued for Mike.

“They’d all come to stop us!” Lucas added.

“We circle back to the exit. By the time they realize we’re gone–”

“El would be at the gate.” Max finished.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening.” Steve clapped his hands to gain their attention. He saw Mike open his mouth and quickly spoke before him. “No buts! I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, on the bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?”

“You’re not the only one in charge of us.” Max pointed out, looking at you.

“Don’t ask me anymore. I’m with Steve.” You shrugged. You saw Steve smile smugly while Dustin threw a glare at you.

The sound of a car engine interrupted your conversation. Max was the first to run towards the window, a look of shock and fear on her face when she recognized the mobile.

“It’s my brother.” She whispered. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

“Cover the windows. Now!” You instructed, and the kids pulled down all the blinds. Steve walked to the front door before you stopped him. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll make him turn around.” He said simply.

“I don’t know how you’re planning to do that, but I don’t think your charm will work on him.” You said. You didn’t know a lot about Billy Hargrove, but you’ve heard enough to know that he’s more on the violent side.

“Okay, ouch. But I have to try. Just keep them hidden.” He instructed, pointing at Dustin and his friends who were watching anxiously from the window.

You groaned, standing by the door so you could faintly hear their voices from outside. You were confused about what was taking them so long until you heard the children gasp, throwing themselves aggressively back on the couch while mumbling curses.

“What happened?” You asked them, shocked when you were thrown aside from the impact of the door opening.

You winced when your back hit the wooden drawer behind you. You didn’t have time to register until you were face to face with Billy, blocking his path while your younger friends hurried behind you.

“Stay the fuck away.” You gritted, still feeling the pain in your lower back.

Billy met your eyes, angered but smirking when he saw you. “Ah, Y/n Henderson, right? I didn’t expect such a bad mouth from a girl like you.”

“You’ll get more than a curse word if you don’t leave.” You threatened him.

“What are you gonna do? Punch me?” He taunted, stepping forward.

You laughed, which seemed to catch him off guard, before raising your right fist and aiming at his nose. You were surprised by your own actions. If your mother knew you punched someone, she would be in hysterics. But you didn’t care, you were too tired and angry by everything that has happened, and seeing Billy Hargrove’s face just marked your boiling point.

He stumbled back, stunned but furious when he felt blood dripping from his nose. He lunged at you, reaching for your waist so he could throw you down. “You little bitc–”

You stepped away swiftly, leaving him to grab air while you reached for the iron stick beside the couch. You slammed it against his back, hurting him slightly but he was able to grasp your ankle, making you lose balance as you fell directly on your back.

You groaned at the impact, your back, and head both in pain. Billy stepped over you, breathing heavily. “Never come in my way again, Henderson. Or I won’t hesitate to kill you in front of your brother.”

He turned his attention to Lucas, the poor boy was frightened but he couldn’t do anything when Billy picked him up.

Dustin ran to you. There was a mixture of amazement and concern on his face. “Can you get up?”

“Yeah, just give me a moment.” You croaked.

Steve entered the house, a few scratches on his face but still rushing over you when he saw you laying on the floor. “What happened?”

He guided you to sit up slowly, but you pushed him away. “Don’t worry about me. Billy has Lucas.”

Your words alerted him as he walked to the kitchen, prying Billy off of Lucas. Unfortunately, Billy was stronger. In a matter of seconds, Steve replaced your body on the ground of the living room, the other boy hovering above him as he threw continuous punches.

You didn’t know what to do as you watched with the kids, your arms spread horizontally to shield them away from the fight. You looked around for any weapons that could knock out Billy until your eyes landed on a syringe on top of the drawers.

Max followed your eyesight, grasping your thoughts. She reached out before you could move, plunging the needle at her brother’s neck without hesitation.

Billy fell back, rapidly losing his consciousness but Max threatened him first before he could close his eyes. She grabbed his car keys, throwing them towards you.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Woah, hold on.” You said, making them all look at you. “Where are you planning to go?”

“The hive,” Mike answered.

“Didn’t we have this conversation earlier? You are not going. And we can’t leave Steve here!” You panicked.

“Then we’ll take him with us,” Max said.

You were about to disagree when Dustin stepped in front of you, looking as serious as ever. “Look, Y/n, either we stay here and do nothing, or we could go out there and help our friends.”

“No–”

“Please. Distracting them is the least we could do.” Dustin insisted.

You groaned, looking at Steve’s knocked-out body. “Fine. But no one goes anywhere without me. Got it?”

You waited for all of them to nod before starting Billy’s car, coming back inside the house to help Mike and Dustin lift Steve’s body to the backseat. Lucas and Max picked up everything they needed in the process, including some lighters and gasoline.

Mike and Dustin were huddled in the middle, keeping Steve’s body steady while Lucas took charge of the equipment at the back. Max was seated beside you as you drove, her eyes focused on the road signs and map.

It wasn’t long before Steve woke up, panicking when he found himself in a moving car. The rest of you tried to comfort him in an attempt to maintain the silence before he opened his eyes.

A few minutes passed and you reached the field, dressing with masks and glasses to avoid inhaling the air from the upside down. You and Steve went down to the tunnels first, making sure that there is no creature waiting to devour any of you.

You stayed in front of your group while Steve positioned at the back, shielding the kids effectively until they lit the hive on fire, all of you running back to where you came from after hearing the demogorgons.

You were all panting from fear and exhaustion when you returned to Billy’s car. Steve let you drive again back to the Byers’ house, admitting that he couldn’t see properly from all his injuries.

By the time you reached the house, Billy was sitting silently in the living room after he regained consciousness, but still groggy enough to feel any anger. It was an advantage on your side when Hopper and Eleven arrived almost at the same time as you, and the chief was successful in scaring Billy away.

The boy glared at you and Steve before going back to his car, Max following him. You were hesitant to let her go with him, but she assured you that Billy will never lay a hand on her as long as they live in the same house with her mother.

Joyce offered to make a quick dinner for everyone before parting ways, briefly panicking when she saw the dead demogorgon in her fridge that Steve and Dustin placed earlier. You settled for a sandwich, thanking her quietly before stepping out to the porch to sit on the bench.

Your mind was still processing everything that had happened in a span of four hours, feeling every sort of emotion while simultaneously thinking of an excuse for you and your brother when you returned home.

You could hear their voices inside the house, your brother’s laugh standing out from the others. The sound of the creaking door made you look up and you made eye contact with Steve, the boy sitting beside you with a can of soda in his hand.

“You look like shit.” You tried to hide your concern as you took in his face.

“I feel like shit.” He shrugged.

“Hargrove did a number on you, didn’t he?” You asked. “How will you explain that to your parents?”

It was a simple question for you but Steve stiffened, covering the tension in his voice with a chuckle. “It’s a good thing my parents aren’t home all the time, then.”

You didn’t reply, taking a bite of your sandwich instead. You weren’t oblivious to reading people’s emotions, and you knew that there is much more to Steve’s statement.

“Is your hand okay?” He pointed at your right knuckles. “Your brother wouldn’t stop talking about how you punched Hargrove.”

You smiled to yourself at the mention of your brother before tilting your hand to inspect it. There was nothing major aside from the reddening area of your joints. “It’s all good. My back hurts like hell, though.”

“Can you imagine his face when we see him back in school next week?” He spoke, eyes widened slightly at the thought of seeing Billy eye to eye again.

“He can’t really hurt us in school, can he? Unless he wants to be kicked out.” You shrugged.

“You know, aside from the part where I got beaten up, I had fun.”

You snorted at his words. “Fighting monsters was fun?”

“Yeah. And, I got to talk to you. You’re pretty cool.” Steve looked at you playfully.

“Pretty cool? Come on, Harrington. I’m more than that.” You said with confidence.

“Okay, you were amazing.” Steve rolled his eyes at your pleased smile. “I wish I could’ve seen you punch Billy.”

“Hey, as satisfying as that feels, I don’t fancy doing it again.”

“Alright, let’s make a deal.” He turned his body to fully face you, reaching his hand out. “No more fighting Billy Hargrove.”

You looked at his hand with a smirk before shaking it. “No more fighting Billy Hargrove.”

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You and Steve stuck together since that night, and you even applied to the same colleges. Sometimes you still wonder how that single experience from six months ago suddenly shifted the way you looked at him. From the asshole popular student who always finds himself in trouble, to this softhearted older brother material to children.

You were also introduced to Eleven, who warmed up to you as quickly as Max did, and would always invite you over to their cabin. It was fascinating to witness her powers, and you were always left in awe whenever she would use them.

Billy Hargrove didn’t leave you either. He couldn’t do something physically harmful, but that didn’t stop him from throwing unpleasant statements at you and Steve. Although, it seems like he chose a different victim for today.

After your classes, you made your way to the parking lot where Steve promised to pick you up. It was another advantage of your friendship with him, free rides for you and Dustin whenever you wanted.

From the distance, you stopped walking when you spotted him leaning against his car, talking with Nancy Wheeler. You felt something tug in your chest but you quickly pushed it away, pretending to be unbothered at the sight.

But you weren’t unbothered. You remember the day you fought those creatures, how you and Dustin found him walking towards the Wheelers’ house with flowers in his hand. You are not an idiot to not realize who it was for. And from what you and Steve have talked about, they didn’t have any closure.

It would be untrue if you say that you didn’t have feelings for Steve. Even El told you that she noticed how your smile is always brighter whenever you’re with him. It was hard not to admire the boy, especially whenever you would see him bond with your brother.

Though, naturally, your mouth remained shut. You convinced yourself that this crush will pass, but it’s been months and you find it harder to hide.

You waited for Nancy to leave, waving her hand at Steve before joining Jonathan in his car. Your friend watched her with a smile when she walked away, only turning around when he heard your voice.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” He smiled at you.

“I’ll just pick up Dustin.” You said, starting to walk to the next building where Hawkins Middle School is located.

Steve jogged up next to you. “I’ll go with you.”

You chuckled, nodding as the two of you made your way to your brother. But the sight that you caught made your blood boil.

Dustin would always wait for you and Steve at the drop-off area, but he wasn’t alone at the moment. Towering over him was Billy Hargrove, smirking as he looked down at your angry brother.

As you come nearer to the two of them, the more you can hear Billy’s insults.

“You little shit. You think I’ll let you talk back to me?” He hissed at Dustin. “You’re nothing but a piece of dirt, you hear me?”

When Dustin didn’t reply, he became angrier.

“I said, do you fucking hear m–!”

“We heard you, asshole.” You cut him off as you and Steve stood in front to protect Dustin.

“Ah, look who it is.” Billy grinned wider. “Harrington and Henderson. Nice to see you again.”

“You know what’s nicer?” You smirked. “Seeing blood running down your nose after a girl punched you.”

Your words made him drop his smile, breathing heavily as he tried to contain his anger. Steve senses the change in his emotions and pulls you backward.

“Fucking bitch. You’re just like your brother. Useless and patheti–”

You lunged at him, morals are damned. But Steve held your waist before you could throw a punch at Billy. He whispered your name repeatedly, attempting to calm you down and remind you of the deal you made months earlier.

“Let’s go. He isn’t worth our time.” Steve said aloud, holding your hand and wrapping an arm around Dustin’s shoulder.

You jeered at Billy’s face, not letting go of Steve or you might end up bruising his face again.

“If there’s anyone that’s pathetic here, it’s you. No wonder why even your own sister can’t stand you.”

Your words tore through him, replacing his anger with despair. If you didn’t know who he was, you would feel sorry for how he looked like he was about to cry. But your words were nowhere near all the insults he gave you and your brother since that night.

You walked away without regret, feeling nothing but resentment when you saw Dustin with his head down. Steve glanced warningly at Billy too, trying to remain calm for your sake.

The drive back to your house was silent. You and Dustin were leaning against the car doors, distracting yourselves with the sensation of the wind flowing through your hair. Steve would occasionally glance between you two, waiting for you to speak first.

Your mother welcomed you by the door, oblivious to your gloomy mood.

“Hi, sweetie.” She greeted Steve who walked you and Dustin. “You want to stay for dinner?”

“Oh, uh, sure Mrs. Henderson.” Steve smiled.

It wasn’t the first time your mom invited him over, knowing that Steve usually spends his time alone without his parents. She appreciates him, seeing the positive impact of his presence in your and Dustin’s lives.

Dustin made his way to his room, mumbling something about homework before slamming his door shut. You sighed at your brother, planning to talk to him alone later.

You and Steve went to your room and did schoolwork for an hour, only leaving the room when your mom called for your assistance in preparing the plates. Dustin was silent the entire time, looking down at his food as he avoided any conversation.

You volunteered to wash the dishes with Steve’s help. Your mother excused herself early, entering her bedroom with Mews. You noticed that Dustin was about to do the same and you called for him, stopping at his door before he could close it.

“Hey, Dusty.” You smiled softly. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired.” He lied.

It was unusual for your brother to go beyond hours without making any playful remarks or swearing. “I don’t know what Hargrove told you, and I won’t push you to tell me if you’re not comfortable. But I want you to know that none of them are true, alright?”

He looked down, not saying anything. You crouched a little and placed your hands on his shoulder.

“I mean that. You’re the smartest and bravest person I know. You even battled with demogorgons! Hargrove got nothing on you.”

You were surprised when Dustin reached forward and hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You two barely hug, but you knew he needed one at the moment.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He whispered, letting you pull away first before softly closing his door.

You exhaled, dragging your feet as you walked back to the kitchen.

“How is he?” Steve whispered to you, wiping the plates that you had washed earlier.

You leaned your back against the counter. “I don’t know. I still don’t know what that scumbag told him.”

“You almost lost control back there.” He stated, standing beside you.

“I just… I didn’t mind it whenever he would push my limits. But I just got so mad when I heard what he said to Dustin.”

Steve let you speak, doing nothing but listening and nodding.

“You’re a good sister.” He whispered after a while.

“He’s a good brother, honestly.” You shrugged. “He treats you like his brother too, you know.”

Steve’s head snapped to look at you, a hopeful look on his face. “Yeah?”

You nodded, chuckling. “Yeah. You have no idea how much he talks about you.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile. If he was being honest, he also treats Dustin Henderson as a brother. He was somehow grateful that he got involved with all these upside down phenomena because he got to meet the kid.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“For what?”

“For being in Dustin’s life.” You met his eyes. “We didn’t really grow up with a father. He would only rely on my mom and me, sometimes on his friends too when he has a problem. And then you came, and he became twice as happy.”

Your words warmed Steve’s heart, trying his best not to show his reddening cheeks. He averted his eyes around the kitchen until it fell on an envelope near the fridge. Even from afar, he recognized the university seal.

“Is that…?”

Confused, you looked at where he was looking, realization filling your mind. “Oh, that? Yep. I got in.”

Your flat tone made Steve turn to you with furrowed brows. “You don’t sound excited.”

You sighed heavily before confessing. “I’m thinking of taking a year off.”

“Seriously?” His eyes were wide.

You nodded. “Yeah. I talked with my mom already, and I told her that I want to save up first. Get a job or something so I can help her. She was fine, thankfully.”

“What job will you take then?” Steve sounds genuinely interested.

“I don’t know. But I saw an opening at the library. They needed two assistants.” You grinned. “What about you? Heard from any university yet?”

Steve’s smile fell. “I got two results yesterday, and I didn’t get in. I’m still waiting for one more. I’m screwed if that fails too.”

“Oh, Steve.” You lean closer to him until your arms are touching.

Steve looked down at you, taking the chance to admire you without you knowing. He would be lying as well if he denies that most of his thoughts weren’t preoccupied with you.

He tried to persuade himself that what he feels for you is platonic, strictly brought by the fact that he experienced his first real friendship with you. But as he looks at you, knowing that despite your sarcastic and carefree attitude, you were a kind, generous, and loving person.

He looked away when you raised your eyes.

“I saw you with Nancy earlier.” Your tone was playful, trying to make it sound like you were teasing him and not as if you were trying to snoop on what they talked about.

Steve scrunched his nose, chuckling slightly. “It was nothing.”

“Nothing? Nothing how?”

“She just asked for permission if they could use the swim team for this year’s school paper.” He explained.

You let out a small sound of understanding. “Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Do you… still love Nancy?” You decided to ask him before you could take it back.

Steve raised his brows when he looked at you.

“I’m sorry if that’s weird.” You said quietly.

“No, it’s not.” He chuckled. “I’ll always love her, but I’m not in love with her.”

You shot him a confused look, signaling him to elaborate.

“I guess I always knew that we weren’t as perfect as we seem and that she always loved Jonathan instead of me. Which is why I didn’t really ask for a closure anymore, ‘cause we both knew it was failing but we were too scared to be alone.”

“Damn, that’s deep.” You whispered which made him laugh.

Steve stared at your eyes. “But I did find a girl.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I’m torn, though. I convinced myself that I like her, but I think I already fell in love.” He said softly, not disconnecting his eyes from yours.

You ignored the feeling of envy that was currently brewing in your chest as you took in his words, faking an interesting look to let him continue.

“I feel like an idiot for not talking to her sooner because she’s the smartest and most loving person that I know. I’ve never experienced so much laughter and sarcasm until I met her. And I knew that I fell when I realized how she made me the happiest person this past few months.”

“This past few months?” You repeated his words, mind failing to grasp what he was trying to say. You tried to think about all the girls he became friends with recently, but there was none other than you.

Steve grinned at your confused face, finding it adorable. He didn’t know if the words he was about to say would ruin your friendship, but he didn’t care. He needed you to know. “She has a brother too, which is great because he’s funny and smart like she is. And surprisingly, we make a good team as babysitters.”

Your mouth opened slightly when the puzzles connected. You blinked slowly, not knowing how to react.

Steve, who was anxiously waiting for your response, asked. “What do you think?”

“A-about what?” You stuttered, a smile forming on your face.

“About the girl.”

“She sounds nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“What about the guy?” He asked nervously.

“I think he has nothing to worry about.” You shrugged, grinning. “Because she fell for him too.”

You saw his eyes brighten, a huge smile covering his face at your reply. “She did?”

You nodded, laughing softly when he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“You’re not playing with me, aren’t you?”

You faked a gasp of hurt. “I would never do such a thing.”

He lowered his head to yours, one hand raising to move your stray hair away from your face. “Do you think he can kiss her?”

You chuckled again, gazing at his lips. “Absolutely. He’d be an idiot not to.”

And he did. He closed the gap between your faces as gently as possible. Neither of the two of you moved, allowing you to memorize the sensation first. You can feel him smiling against the kiss. He held you tighter as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You remained like that for a few moments before you heard Dustin shout.

“What the fuck? My eyes, my eyes!”

You gasped as you pushed yourself away from Steve, turning around to see Dustin covering his eyes aggressively.

You rolled your eyes at your dramatic brother while Steve held his laugh behind you. “You can open them now.”

Dustin hesitantly lowered his hand, breathing heavily as if he had just run for miles. “What did I just see?”

“What are you doing here?” You ignored his question.

“I came here for a glass of milk!” He exclaimed before you shushed him, saying that your mother has gone to bed. “Are you two dating?”

You raised your brows at his stern voice. “No.”

“Not yet.” Steve corrected you, sending you a flirty smile.

Dustin groaned, glaring at Steve for almost a whole minute before he sighed. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like I didn’t know you like my sister, and I’d rather have you date her than anyone else. But please, never ever kiss in front of me, got it?”

Steve nodded obediently, but Dustin had another threat.

“And don’t you ever hurt her, Harrington. Or I would have El open another portal and bring you to the upside down.”

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wet - j. jaehyun

-> jeong jaehyun x gf! reader

-> filth. absolute fucking filth.

-> era! sticker

-> w: unprotected sex (please make sure you practice safe sex to protect yourself and others!), cursing, blood, shower sex, overstim, squirting lol (some is consumed hahahaha), creampie (i don't even think that's surprising anymore i have a breeding kink so i'm FINE with it), slight exposure of jae's masochistic tendencies (not major AT ALL), oral (fem), fingering, masturbation (not sure if it counts cause he's doing it as he eat you out lol but i'm putting it anyways)

-> a/n: i would like to thank nct life in gapyeong episode 6 for the inspiration- this was originally supposed to be for haechan but i saw this picture (the centre one) and i wanted to cry so here you are.

jaehyun goes a bit mad in this one... i don't quite know what set him off and neither do you but he's fucking like a horny teenage boy.

also send me feedback! im always willing to make my smut (or just my works in general) more enjoyable for the readers :)

You stared at his slim figure as he fell back into his position as the outside hitter, glaring at the black swim shirt that clung to his body like latex. It was only until he called your name that you realized he had moved to the edge of the pool in front of you.

“You sure you don’t want to come in?” He said with a smug smirk.

You shook your head with an innocent look on your face, “My body hurts too much from standing all day.”

“What if I carried you?” The offer was too tempting to turn down, and at the sight of your nod, Jaehyun pushed out of the pool and made his way towards you. “Arms up babe.” He stared down at you, helping you to pull off the sun dress you had over your swimsuit.

“You’re gonna make me wet.” a small frown etched into your face, the droplets of water dropping on your arms. You were nose to nose with your boyfriend when he turned his head to look at you; you thought he was leaning in for a kiss when he whispered in your ear.

“I already did, didn’t I?” Your cheeks heated up and by the way his eyes narrowed deviously, you knew exactly what he had planned.

Pulling away with the same smirk from earlier, Jaehyun turned to his friends with you very much still in his arms.

“We’re going inside so she can lay down, the sun’s making her a bit tired.” The eight others groaned, wanting you to join in on the fun, but sent their best wishes as you neared the back door of the house.

It didn’t take long for you to reach the top floor, and it took even less time for Jaehyun to crash his lips against yours once he’d set you down.

His now dry hands were warm against you as they roamed your body, running down your sides, massaging your back, groping your ass. Your moans were swallowed by your boyfriend as he sucked on your tongue.

“Jump.” he ordered before catching you in his arms again. As soon as your legs wrapped around his hips, Jaehyun pushed open the glass door of the shower with a hand, slamming your back against the wall.

The impact made you bite down on Jaehyun’s lip, a metallic taste filling both your mouths. Your boyfriend let out a loud groan, pulling back with his bottom lip still in between your teeth.

“I’m so sorry.” you wiped the small drip of blood with your thumb.

“It’s okay baby, I like a little bit of pain.” he winked, pecking you on the lips as his right hand reached for the handle, hot water beginning to rain down on top of you. Jaehyun ground into your covered core, the friction putting him in a trance- only making him move faster. “Gotta put you down.” he muttered, placing you on the bench that was conveniently to your right.

The boy almost ripped your bikini bottom off, tossing it behind him before lowering himself on to his knees. Without warning, he brought his tongue to your folds, finally getting a taste of you. The muscle worked magic on you, plunging as far as it could get into your hole.

Your hands found his soaking locks, gripping them tightly when Jaehyun removed his tongue and substituted it for his fingers.

Each time you moaned his name, the strain in Jaehyun’s trunks grew more and more uncomfortable, so with a free hand, he grabbed out his cock and began to jerk it. With a groan against your cunt, Jaehyun curled his fingers inside of you when his hand began feeling a little too good and began sucking your clit even harder than before.

“Cumming- fuck, Jaehyun I’m cumming.” you repeated his name right until you reached your high, thighs almost closing around his head- keeping him from moving away. You let out one of the most neediest whines Jaehyun had ever heard when he pulled out of you, but that was quickly replaced with a scream when Jaehyun brought the shower head to your hole.

“Shit, wrong setting.” he mumbled to himself and took it away from you, letting you catch your breath in big gasps. “There we go.” he said with a small smile, his eyes glowing when they met yours before he placed the water jet centimeters away from your clit.

“Holy fuck, Jae-” your words cut off into a moan when two fingers entered inside you once again. Your hips wiggled in a way to escape the overbearing pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you- but it only made it worse when your movements caused him to hit your sweet spot.

“Just like that, Jae- shit, just like that.” you hummed as the water beat against your sensitive bud, bringing you closer to your second orgasm- but this time, something felt different. Like there was more pressure that was building up.

Sloppy wet noises filled the tiled shower and even after your warning, Jaehyun continued ramming his inside of you until he felt you clench around him. Your boyfriend laughed as he stuck his tongue out, savouring the juices that came squirting out of you.

The sight was so hot that Jaehyun didn’t even need to continue to touch himself after he had stopped a few minutes ago. With a moan as he sucked on your nub a bit more, he came as he drank up your juices.

Picking up your body as if you were as light as a feather, your back was once again plastered against the wall with Jaehyun’s tip prodding at your entrance. “P-please, last time, okay?” you begged, shaking your head.

“That’s all I need, baby.” and just like that he entered you. “I just fingered the shit out of you, how are you still so fucking tight?” your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to adjust to you.

“I don’t fucking know, but you feel so good. So, fucking, good.” you drawled, making Jaehyun smile. “God, Yuno just fuck me. Hard.” You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to speed up as per your request.

“Like it when I use you like a fucking doll?” he growled in your ear. “When I fuck you numb? You like that baby?” Just like his fingers, his length was hitting the perfect, most sensitive spot- forming that familiar coil that could snap at any minute.

“Yes, Jaehyun, fuck yes I do. I love it.” you mewled. “So close Jae.”

At this point, your whimpers were like a drug to him- and an addict only ever wants more, so that’s what he got. “Come for me baby, cum all over my fucking cock like a good girl- show me how much you love it when I use you.”

With the effect of his words and the fact that he fucked you stupid, the coil that had been winding up finally broke, shattering into a million little pieces as you came on him.

For Jaehyun, you were tight enough as is- so when you clenched around his cock as you came, his own orgasm came barreling down at him, emptying himself inside you.

Once you two caught your breath, Jaehyun knew better than to just set you down and clean yourself up.

“Went a little overboard there, didn’t I?” he blushed as he stared down at your current state.

“Ya think?”

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Work It Out

Summary: Spencer realizes that he might just have feelings for his neighbor after seeing her in her workout gear.

A/N: I boofed it. Trying to write a blurb and I ended up writing a whole fic. I will never learn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Implied that reader is athletic but no mention of her body type)

Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: bad communication, cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light spanking, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.7k

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“blurb idea that’s been living in my head, rent-free: reader is spencer’s neighbor and a dancer, who he has a huge crush on. spencer goes over to her apartment to borrow something and interrupts her daily stretches and spencer gets all flustered because she’s wearing leggings and a sports bra, and she’s so flexible”

“okay so this next thought came to my mind while i was doing some exercise lol: imagine that u started a new routine and you feel super tired at the ten minutes of the video haha, then spencer came back to work and when he see u doing some squats he's so turn on and then he just get close to you from behind and whispers "c'mon bunny, u can't with this, the only thing that u can handle is my cock" and then he just fuck y/n so hard aaaaaaaaa btw i'm the anon who sent that visual the past week of Twitter about the flowery lingerie 😌🙏🏻 —🥀”

“okay so like reader working out in Spencer’s apartment and he’s just watching her and getting all worked up. reader noticed and starts teasing him until he can’t handle it - 🐍”

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They’d struck up a friendship almost instantly, from that first day that she moved in. He tried to help her with her boxes but he almost felt like he was holding her back, he got winded just going up and down the stairs on his own, let alone while he carried an entire box he later found out had been full of books. She laughed at him when he placed it down on her kitchen table and read the permanent marker label on the side. He still remembers how light her laugh had made him feel, how perfect it was.

From that first day things were just easy, effortless. He liked that he didn’t have to think around her, about work, about anything, he always felt so comfortable around her. Until that day.

The day that he couldn’t find his dustpan and brush after breaking a glass, so he went next door to see if she had one he could borrow. When he knocked on the door and heard a small ‘it’s open’, he walked in as normal, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight.

The furniture in her living room was pushed to the walls as she stretched in the centre of the room. He was sure there must’ve been a name for the pose she was in, but all he could concentrate on in that moment was how her body looked in the spandex of her leggings and sports bra. The smooth way her body contorted into strange shapes, the way her back arched so perfectly, and the way he could make out every curve of her body in a way he’d never really noticed before.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his staring as she concentrated on her movements before finishing up her pose.

“What’s up Spence?” she breathed once she relaxed, turning her eyes to him.

And for a moment he wanted to turn around and run away. He was almost positive that his face was a glowing shade of pink, he could feel the heat as it radiated off of his cheeks while she looked at him expectantly.

“Uh, I um- A glass!” he stuttered out, “I broke a glass” he finally managed but she still just looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“Okay, we’re really low on news today I see” she laughed, and he sort of wished she hadn’t, because it’s his absolute favorite sound.

“Sorry, I wanted to- I uh- I came over to see if you had a sweeping brush?” the words almost get caught in his throat but he fights to get them out, and he’s more proud than he really should be.

“Oh, under the sink!” she tells him, and he makes quick work of finding it before mumbling his ‘thanks’ and rushing back to the safety of his own apartment.

It’s a day he could never forget, even if his memory was normal. And part of him wished he could forget, because he knows that that’s the day he started treating her differently. It wasn’t easy or simple anymore. It was awkward and strange and he had a huge, stupid crush on her.

-- --

It doesn’t take long for her to notice the little changes in his behavior, the way he avoids her in the halls, or always seems to be inexplicably busy whenever she tries to make plans. And on the odd occasion that they do speak he never seems to be able to hold eye contact. It continues like that for a while until she just can’t take it for another second.

She waits until she knows he’s home, staring out the peephole at the door opposite hers until she sees him open it up and walk inside. She gives him about 5 minutes before she marches over and slams her fist against the door, a lot more urgent than necessary.

When he opens the door he looks tired and deflated, and his tie is undone, hanging around his neck. She can see the fatigue leave his features a second later, only to be replaced by a look of pure shock.

“Y/N?” he asks, like he’s not sure she’s really even there.

“Yeah, can I come in?” she asks, but she’s already maneuvering past him and into his living room like she’d done so many times before he’d gotten strange.

“What are you doing here?” he manages to get out once his shock subsides.

“What’s going on with you Spence? We’re best friends until one day you decide you don’t like me? What’s that about, I just have to pretend like I live next door to a stranger now?”

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. She’s not even sure she can see him breathing as his face begins to flush.

“I’m sorry” he breathes out first, “I wasn’t trying to- okay I was avoiding you, but it’s not because I don’t like you”

“Sure seems like it” she sighs, and for a second he looks heartbroken.

“No!” he blurts out, “It’s not that, I swear” he shakes his head, reaching out to touch her before retracting his grip, thinking the better of it.

“Then what is it Spence?” she looks at him with a softness now, with a pleading behind her eyes, and he can’t hold back anymore.

“It’s because I do like you” he says it like he’s relieved, like it had been gnawing at him, “Because I really like you”

“Like me?” she asks, the realization finally dawning. “As in...”

“As in... romantically?” he can’t look at her when he says it, closing his eyes as if he’s bracing for impact. But the next thing he hears is his favorite sound once again. She laughs at him. It’s not cynical, or rude, it’s the kind that’s filled with joy, and maybe just a little exasperation.

“Well I wish you’d’ve told me that sooner” she says once she’s calmed down, and when he opens his eyes she’s smiling at him, taking a step closer.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm” she nods, “That way, I could’ve let you know all about this crush I’ve been harboring on you for a while now.”

He doesn’t have time to think before she’s got her lips on his, soft and delicate against him. For a minute he can’t really understand what’s happening as her hands reach up to cup his face softly, and they stay there after she pulls back. Her thumbs gently grazing his cheekbones as she admires his shocked expression.

“You’ve had a crush on me?” is the first thing he thinks to say, and she nods, smiling up at him.

“Since that first day when you helped me move in” she admits, and the timeline clicks in his head. She’s wanted this longer than he even had. Something about it puts his mind at ease, the though of being desirable to someone like her just makes him swell with pride in a way he’s not even sure he understands.

“Oh” is all he manages to get out though.

“I know, we gotta work on your self confidence because you, Spencer Reid, are a catch” she smiles at him before diving in for their second kiss.

-- --

It’s probably too crass to say out loud, but his favorite part about moving in together is undoubtedly, her daily exercise routine. Sometimes it’s in the morning, sometimes the afternoon, sometimes the evening. He’s actually starting to suspect that she times it for when she knows he’ll be around to see it.

He waited a little while to confess just know much he thought about her in those leggings. The lilac ones that were still in her rotation. Not that he didn’t find her sexy all of the time, he really did. But there was just something, maybe pavlovian, about seeing her in those lilac leggings. The way they hugged her body, he always found himself staring more than he was proud of.

Whatever routine she’s following this morning has her just a little out of breath. And he pretends to be reading the paper at his desk while she pants less than 10 feet away from him. The sound alone is distracting, but when he glances up and he can see her doing squats, all he can focus on is her ass in those fucking leggings.

“8, 9.... 10″ she breathes out, finishing off with a small groan.

“Too hard?” he chuckles, giving in and laying his paper down.

“No way, I can handle it” she turns around to grin at him before turning back around, starting into another set, counting them out slowly.

He seizes the opportunity and gets up out of his chair, making his way quietly over to her while she concentrates on her form. When he’s finally behind her she’s nearly out of breath again, pushing through the last rep when his hand snakes around her waist and pulls her back against him. He leans in to her ear as he whispers.

“C’mon Bunny, I guess you can handle your squats, but can you handle this” he almost moans it as he presses his already hard cock right up against her ass.

“Fuck” she breathes out in a little gasp, her hands moving up into his hair to pull him closer.

“Do you think you can handle it Bunny?” he groans again, grinding himself against her this time.

“Yes! Yes Spencer please, I can take it” she moans out as his hands begin to roam over her body, gently tracing along the exposed skin between her bra and her leggings, feeling the warmth of it.

“Then be a good Bunny and bend over for me, okay?” he growls against her ear and she moves fast, bending over the back of the sofa, and presenting herself to him. He takes a step back to admire the view for a moment before he’s got his hands on her body again. His fingers go straight to the waistband of the leggings, tugging the smooth fabric down, pulling it until it's gathered around her feet, quickly doing the same with her panties until there was nothing in his way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this” he groans, a soft hand caressing the smooth skin of her ass before rising up and coming back down with a loud slap, followed by a high pitched whine from her.

“Did you like that Bunny?” he asks, gripping a rough handful of her ass as she moans out a meek ‘yes’

So he repeats the action, pulling his hand up only to slam it back down again rough and excited against the now sensitive skin.

“Fuck” she purrs, her legs closing, thighs moving together in an attempt to get some friction. But he puts a stop to that right away, placing one of his feet between hers and kicking them apart so her legs were spread for him.

“If you wanted something Bunny, all you had to do was ask” he teases, moving his hand along the curve of her ass until it was hovering between her legs, where she was desperate and wanting. He purposefully lingers just a moment too long before pushing two fingers inside of her. He’s rewarded with a low moan that pours out of her.

“So wet from just a little spanking, you’re so good for me” he groans, “Do you think you can handle my cock yet sweetheart?”

She can’t help the way she clenches and tightens around his fingers at the very thought. It’s not like they didn’t fill her up, they were so much longer and more agile than her own fingers, but nothing could really compare to his cock.

“Fuck, please” she whimpers, wiggling her hips just a little as though that might help convince him that she deserved it.

“Such a good girl, I think you’ve earned it” as he speaks he pulls his fingers gently out of her, and she forces herself not to while at the loss of contact. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, pumping it himself a few times before he lines up behind her. Though they both love this position, she can’t help but miss watching him. The way his eyes close and and he bites his perfect plump bottom lip. But then he’s easing in and the feeling of him is enough to eclipse every other thought in her head.

“Oh god! Spencer!” she stutters out a moan, her hands flying forward to grab at the cushions on the sofa, digging her fingers into the soft down.

“You feel so good Bunny, always so wet for me” he groans as he pushes the whole way in, burying himself right up to the hilt.

His hands make their home on either side of her hips, his grip is tight as he pulls her back against him at the same time that he pushes his hips forward, slamming in on each thrust with everything he’s got.

Hips hit against her ass each time, rocking right up against the quickly forming handprint there whenever their skin collides. The slight burn only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

“So- ah- I’m so close” she manages to moan out in between all the gasps and pants, and without speaking Spencer reaches down to grab the straps at the back of her sports bra, using the leverage to pull her back up. Meeting her halfway he presses his chest right up against her back, one hand snaking around to loosely grip her throat. The other making its way down between her legs.

“Fuck- Spencer- I-” she gasps at his fingers start to run in small circles around her swollen clit, his hips continuing their motions at the same time. All of it building dangerously fast.

“What’s the matter? Too much for you Bunny?” he teases with a groan, right against her ear.

“No!” she rushes out, one of her hands bracing herself against the back of the sofa, the other draping itself loosely over his hand between her legs, encouraging but not interfering with its movements.

“That’s a good girl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock Bunny?”

She doesn’t have time to answer his question before she’s putty in his hands. Melting into his grip as he continues to move inside of her and against her. The only thing keeping her from falling to the ground is her loose grip on the edge of the sofa and Spencers hand around her neck as she moans out his name.

It’s only a few seconds later that his hips begin to stutter and both of his hands are on her hips again, pulling them tight against his own as he grows closer and closer. And then he’s cumming with a rough groan and a bunch of shallow breaths, filling her up entirely as she begins to slump against the sofa once again.

“Spence, fuck” she says with a deep breath, “That was unbelievable”

They’re both covered in a layer of sweat now, and Spencer can feel the hair that’s probably stuck to his forehead. In his exhausted state all he really wants to do is lay down against her back, gathering their breathing again. But he knows that’s just his cloudy mind talking. So he manages to loosen his grip on her hips and pull out slowly before rushing to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

He takes it and gently cleans the mess that he made between her legs before it gets the chance to drip down. Once she’s clean he helps her stand upright once again.

Although he’d come a long way with his self confidence there were still times like this where he let himself feel awkward, or unsure. Especially right after he’d just been so bold. But in times like this she knows exactly what to do. Rising up, she places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him, soft and gentle, just for a moment, before pulling back again to look at him.

“Shower?”

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[mello-jello]

What about levihan actor au where there is kiss scene between them but we don't know what's going on, but the director seems not satisfy and they have to do that scene multiple times lol

*sorry for my extreme fluffy mode*

Thank you for opening prompt request 😊

Hi Anon! First of all, never ever EVER come to MY blog and apologize for fluff. It is very illegal. Second, here it is!!! Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for the prompt.

“CUT!” Erwin’s booming voice cut through the silence of the moment.

Hange and Levi were wrapped up in each other’s embraces, passionately kissing.

For the 7th take.

They were exhausted and despite the makeup department’s best efforts, it was starting to show. Both of their lips were red and puffy from all the making out. Their costumes were disheveled, and their hair was coated with so much hairspray, it might not ever move again.

“RESET! WE’LL DO IT AGAIN!” The command came from the director’s chair. The set was filled with the sounds of groaning and grumbling from all departments, as they scrambled to reset the scene. Hair and makeup were frantically touching up the actors, the special effects were resetting the lighting, and the crew were putting the cameras back into position.

Hange quietly whispered “oh my gosh, I’m so tired”. She rubbed her own shoulder and rotated her arm. Levi returned a silent shrug as if to say, “what can you do?”

The script called for “a reassuring hand squeeze between two friends”. Then Erwin fought for “a chaste kiss with trepidation”, but the director kept adding and changing things so now the scene was turning into one that would surely get them an M rating. The first few takes were nice. Very nice. But the two of them were growing tired, as was the rest of the crew.

Levi turned and walked off the set, towards Erwin’s chair, where Mike, the assistant director was already saying what was on Levi’s mind.

“... aren’t going to be happy with you going this far off-script, Erwin,” Levi heard as he came within range of their conversation.

“I agree,” Levi called out, startling the two. He continued once he reached them. “I’m not here to argue your “creative liberties” or whatever, I’m just tired, Erwin. We all are. Let us go home and we’ll restart tomorrow.”

“As soon as we get this take, we will stop for today. It’s yours and Hange’s lack of chemistry that’s keeping us all here so late.”

Mike’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

Levi grit his teeth. “No one would have any chemistry after doing that 7 times in a row, while sleep deprived,” he spat. Besides, this scene is too off-script and will likely get cut. Levi and Hange are just friends, and people like it that way.”

Erwin put his hands together in front of his face, as if in prayer. After a deep breath of aggravation, he explained, “I did not kill off my character in season 3 to become a director only for me to constrained by script”

Ervin leaned forward in his chair, his voice low and dangerous, “Get it right this time,” he ordered.

Levi whirled around with a “tch” and stomped back to Hange’s side.

Mike leaned over and whispered, “what exactly do you want from them? I thought they did well.”

“Oh, they nailed it on the first take,” Erwin admitted.

Mike giggled. “Then why are you torturing them?”

“Listen, I’ve been watching these two awkwardly flirt for the past 4 years. I’m the one being tortured. They need to realize their feelings for one another because they are just so dense, I can’t handle it anymore.” Erwin explained in a hushed whisper.

“You know this scene will inevitably get cut, right? The audience sees them as friends and the studio isn’t brave enough to confirm anything.”

Erwin sighs, “I know, I just need these two to get married in real life so I can sleep at night again,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Mike rolled his eyes and said, “your meddling will get you in trouble one of these days.”

Erwin just grunted and returned his attention to the set. “ACTION!”

“Be careful out there, four-eyes. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you” Levi started his line, over-acting and full of sarcasm.

Hange met his tone with equal facetiousness. “Oh Levi, of course! But I shall miss you dearly. Here, let me tenderly bandage you with my trembling feminine fingers.”

“Here, babe, this will make it easier,” Levi dramatically ripped his shirt off, exposing his toned muscles which he promptly flexed directly into the camera.

Hange tried to mimic a breathy sigh, but that’s when she lost it. She started out giggling but it then turned into maniacal laughter. Others on set were also trying to stifle their laughs.

Erwin stood up, yelling, “cut, cut, CUT! Go home, the whole lot of you!”

The lights went out and the room was filled with relieved sighs and mutterings of “thank fuck” and “finally”. The shuffles of feet and equipment grew louder as the crew hurried to leave.

Levi grabbed Hange’s hand and led her to the back door where their limo was waiting for them. They didn’t bother to change out of their costumes. Exhaustion creeped over them again as the rain softly spattered on the windows, reflecting the lights of the city in a mesmerizing way.

Hange yawned and put her head on Levi’s shoulder. “Should we tell him we’re already together?”

“Eventually,” Levi murmured into her hair. “But getting paid to make out with you is kind of a dream come true,” he kissed the top of her hair.

Hange snickered and curled up closer to him, the gentle hum of the engine lulling them both to sleep.