#rocking at the mole house

[nelit]

Rocking At The Mole House by The Headhunters

[spilladabalia]

Pop Will Eat Itself - X, Y & Zee

[anthonyspage]

🌥🏞🪨🌿🌺🍄🏡🦋🐁🐰🐰

[aduh0308]

Hyuka eating reader out in a bathroom at a house party 😀😭

warnings: cunnilingus, dom!kai, long hair kai, he’s a stranger, fingering, I talk too much about his nose, alcohol consumption (reader’s 21), insinuates more sex later

getting dragged to a party in someone’s dorm by your friends, you were more than a little reluctant. you make bad choices when you’re drunk, everyone knows that, but they told you it’d be good for you to get out of your studying rut, and, you know, relax a little. have some fun. you’re 21, for crying out loud. you deserve to be able to unwind.

there are people everywhere, music is blasting, and after an awkward first fifteen minutes, you find that you’re actually enjoying your time. drink in hand, you take small sips every now and then. before long you’re just a little tipsy, enough so that when a stranger takes your hand to dance, you don’t resist, a grin on your face as you move to the music.

the boy’s cute— tall, with shaggy dark brown hair, a scattering of moles across his neck and cheeks, and he’s got a nose that has you thinking thoughts you didn’t realize you were capable of. it was cute, it had a little bump in the middle that made him unique. and made you think about how it’d feel to have it between your legs. good lord, the alcohol must be getting to you.

it definitely is when you press your lips to his at the end of a particularly good song, smiling when he kisses you back, hands moving to the small of your back. the both of you are up against a wall in the back of the room after a few moments, hands all over each other, and before long, he’s dragging you up to an empty bathroom and locking the door.

breathless, he takes a moment to look you up and down, then smiles. “hi. i’m kai.”

“nice to meet you,” you breathe. he’s even better looking in regular light, brown eyes and plump lips.

kai’s looking at you expectantly, and you introduce yourself in a rush. he laughs at your expression before pressing another kiss to your lips. his hand makes it’s way down to slot between your thighs and you hum in approval. in one swift movement, you’re up on the smooth countertop, skirt down at your ankles. his thumb hooks under your underwear and slips them down your thighs. 

“this alright?” he looks up at you expectantly, now on his knees on the tiled floor.

“definitely.”

kai traces a finger up your folds, eyes wide and lust filled when he notices how wet you are. “you’re so hot,” he mumbles, and before you can even comprehend, he’s gripping your thighs to keep them from pressing together and his face is buried in your cunt.

the mirror behind you is cool against your back and you rock your head back with a loud thunk. he’s ridiculously good at this, tongue flicking up and down your clit, sucking on it like a lollipop. your hand flies out to grab his hair when his tongue moves down to your leaking hole, tip of his nose resting against your sensitive bud, and as his tongue laps at your cunt, a small squeak leaves your lips. “fuck, god, kai, you’re really—ah!— good at this..”

you can feel his lips twitch into a smile, but he doesn’t reply, too focused on how to best make you feel. his nails leave semi-circles in your thigh with how hard he’s holding your thighs, but you can’t feel it at all. all you can feel, in fact, is his tongue absolutely laving you.

he goes back to focusing on your clit, tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, but one big hand leaves your thigh to press two fingers to your soaked entrance. they slip to nestle between your gummy walls with ease, and when he curls them in towards your stomach, he bumps up against the perfect spot inside you that has you squirming under his touch.

he shakes his head a little to bury himself more in your cunt, and with a whimper, you’re cumming around his fingers, knees trying to jolt together.

kai sits back on his heels with a smile, and his appearance could make you cum again. hair mussed from your hands, his chin and lips are shiny from your slick. 

his cheeks flush when you so openly gawk at him, but he only says, “you wanna come back to my place?”

hell yeah, you do.

[fuckmymunson]

Warm. — Eddie Munson.

☆ CW: 18+. Smut. Clothed sex. Grinding. Eddie is too sweet.

☆ a/n: Guess who's back in the house.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Sliding his hands up and down your hips, Eddie’s rings feel frigid against your warm skin. Your body is like a raging inferno he can’t ever get enough of; it doesn’t matter the season, his hands are always cold and he is more than happy to warm them up by caressing your curves. “Pretty girl,” He huffs against your neck, grinding against you, making you feel every twitch of his cock from underneath his checkered boxers. “My pretty girl.”

His gruff voice brings those butterflies back to your lower tummy and you feel your inside do that thing. He notices too, nothing goes unnoticed by him. His lips trace your jaw, mirroring the desire that has been building up through the week. You are aware of how miserable he is without your touch, how much he yearns to be buried deep in you, to feel every throb and wave of slick— you know how obsessed he is with you.

“There you go, make yourself feel good” Eddie continues guiding you, creating that delicious friction against your clothed cunt. A part of you hates how much his words affect you— but the other part is melted, turned into a mindless puddle that only seeks more pleasure.

It’s nasty, it’s primal and it’s also intimate; a combination of three passions that make you shudder every time your clit rubs against his boxers. The thin layer of your respective underwear does little to mask how eager you are, and even if you wish for nothing more than to feel his fingers crooking inside you— or even better, his cock— there is something so erotic in just getting off by a chaste grinding.

“Does it feel good?” He continues teasing you, sometimes you wish he could shut up for at least five minutes. 

“It does,” You breathe out, gasping when his cold hand brushes over your erect nipple. In classic Eddie fashion, he has to see your tits, admire every little jiggle, and kiss every mole. His thumb and index fingers pinch your bud gently, putting your resilience to the test, but being honest when it comes to him, it is close to none. “Please— can I go faster?” It’s a simple request laced with that whiny tone that makes his inside stir with adoration.

He nods, his bangs moving along. “Go ahead, let me see you come.”

Eddie is gentle when he wants to be and you are grateful he is feeling benevolent today, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to endure the edging— not after such an exhausting week. He speeds up as well, lifting his hips to meet your little rocks and groan under his breath, a low sound that reverberates from a deep part of his chest. His pulse quickens at the sight of your undoing, so close and so far. 

“My girl,” He pinches your nipple harder causing you to arch your back. “Mine.”

“Yours,” You agree, nodding fervently. 

It’s borderline embarrassing how quickly you reach that peak with simple “clothed sex”, but with someone like him it’s not a surprise… in the slightest. You hear him groan louder, his hips bucking as his orgasm follows yours, staining his boxers with his cum, the two wet spots increasing the friction. 

Finally, his hands are warm.

[hawkinsbnbg]

here comes the sun

prompt: soft and slow | @steddiesmuttyseptember

tags: established steddie, morning sex, transmasc Steve Harrington, pregnancy kink.

word count: 1k | rated: E | ao3

Steve didn't know what had woken him up in the first place. He remembered dreaming about something good, leaving him warm and tender.

Then, as Steve opened his eyes, he realized that the pleasant feeling from between his legs was real.

"Eddie," he moaned, hips canting up to chase after that playful tongue.

Ever since they became official, they had given up the charade and just slept naked together, which helped their late-night and morning activities become more convenient for them both.

Although Steve wouldn't say they were anywhere nearly as kinky as he expected, there were no dull moments when Eddie was involved.

That was why finding creative ways to greet each other in the morning had become one of their new favorite things to do.

Sometimes, it would be Steve riding the other man into the mattress; sometimes, it would be Eddie fingering him until he woke up squirting; and sometimes, Eddie would make out with his lower lips for as long as he was asleep.

"G'morning," Eddie kissed the crease of his thigh, eyes soft with fondness, lips red and shiny with the taste of him. "Did you have a sweet dream, sunshine?"

"Yeah," he smiled sleepily and stroked the side of Eddie's face. "I saw us."

"Mhm, what else?" Stubbled lips traced the moles and fading scars on his body, tickling him and making him laugh softly.

Tapping his chin, Steve glanced up in contemplation while lifting his hips to let Eddie slide a pillow beneath it.

"There was a house," he recalled. "Not big like my childhood one, but big enough for a family of five."

Kissing his forehead, Eddie lined up at his entrance and sank into him.

Given how loose Steve still was after what they had done the previous night, the glide was smooth and easy as his body opened up beautifully for the man above him.

"Five?" Eddie raised an eyebrow, long hair cascading down pale shoulders and forming a curtain that hid them both from the outside world.

In moments like this, it always occurred to Steve that he really wanted to bear Eddie's children, to build a home where love and happiness weren't a foreign concept, where their children would never know about the fear of loneliness, where they could cry as much as they wanted and still know that they were always loved—unequivocally, unconditionally.

It wasn't something they were ready for yet, but one day, though...

"Mhm," Steve nodded and wrapped his legs around Eddie's midriff to make the other man go deeper. "Me, you, and our kids."

"Our kids, huh?" Eddie started moving a while later, rocking them both lazily but still hitting all the right spots, sending Steve to the ether and above.

Meeting Eddie's gaze—sweet like dark chocolate and intoxicating like fine wines—he moved his hand down between their flushed bodies and rested it on his still flat tummy.

His dream of having children was never a secret. And he knew Eddie understood it when those eyes darkened at his gesture and a calloused hand came to join with his own, caressing the place that would be their children's conceiving cradle in the future.

"I know it's still too early to talk about this but ah–" Steve mewled as Eddie ground into his sensitive spots incessantly, causing him to coil his muscles out of reflex and scratch his blunt nails on the broad tattooed back.

The languid pace didn't help even the slightest. If anything, it just made him lose his mind further.

"You know I've been wanting to knock you up for ages, right?" Eddie murmured in his ear, sounding dry and gravely with desire.

Steve, for one, didn't know. And he told his boyfriend as much.

"Oh sweetheart," Eddie chuckled lowly, hips swiveling in a maddening pattern that pushed Steve closer to the edge. "How could you be so cute, hm?"

Oblivious would be a more suitable description, but Eddie seemed biased enough to never find it a problem.

And Steve was too pleased with all the praises lavished on him to complain about it.

"I'm gonna give you everything as soon as we're ready," Eddie promised huskily as he buried so deep that Steve felt it touch his cervix. "Gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant always. You'd look so beautiful carrying our child, would be so gorgeous when you sit on my cock and sing my name, wouldn't you, my princess? And I'd eat you out every day, 'cause I just know your cunt would be so sweet and pretty with all that pregnancy glowing."

And that was it.

Steve gasped, arching his back off the mattress and convulsing as the accumulating pleasure finally reached its peak and rained the blinding orgasm on him.

Eyes teary, he clung to Eddie like a lifeline as the other man pumped him full, warming him up from the inside with hot and thick cum.

His hindbrain kept wishing it would catch this time even though Steve knew full well it was impossible until he got off his birth control.

He giggled when Eddie kissed him—fervent, and yet, so so tender—feeling drunk and high on love, still disbelieved even after all those years that he had managed to find his own happiness.

"I love you," he whispered between the kisses, feeling his heart too big for his chest to contain, burning like the sun.

"Love you more, darlin' boy," Eddie smiled dopily. "Can't wait to marry you and knock you up, baby."

It was the most romantic if not straightforward proposal Steve had ever heard in his life.

Later, they took a shower together, taking turns belting out off-tuned notes to ABBA songs and laughing until there were tears in their eyes.

Then they made breakfast, stealing kisses and getting distracted by slow dancing with each other.

Before they parted ways for work, they exchanged another soft and sweet kiss, tasting black coffee and buttered pancakes.

And when Eddie returned home that night, he would be greeted with the familiar sight of Steve preparing their dinner in his World's Best Dad apron.

Eddie would think about the ring he had asked Wayne about, and he would walk over to hug his soon-to-be-fiancé from behind, kissing the freckled skin and humming in acknowledgment when his boy started telling him about his day.

And life would be perfect.

[homelanderbutbig]

A Quaint House With a White-Picket Fence (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1139 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You teach Homelander about Animal Crossing.

With a rare day off, you decided to spend your afternoon doing something you haven't been able to for a while, play Animal Crossing. Homelander has never played a video game before, and he has made it perfectly clear to you that he has zero interest in doing so. He is also not shy at showing his jealousy at how engrossed you get playing your silly games instead of paying attention to him. As a result, you usually only play for short periods of time when you're alone.

Today was different. You have been doing nothing all day except play Animal Crossing, just like you used to do before moving into the Tower. You don't even hear him storming into the penthouse, in one of his signature grumpy moods. Grumbling irritatedly seeing you lounging on the couch, he can't believe you aren't acknowledging him and inviting him over for a cuddle like you always do. It's not like he's easy to miss.

Homelander walks over in front of the couch, attempting to make a point with his purposefully loud footsteps. And yet, you still don't even look up as he looms over you. Rolling his eyes, he places his hands on his hips as he taps his fingers on his belt. He can feel his anger bubbling to the surface, with the annoying little beeps and boops coming from the game only serving to aggravate him further.

Finally, he's had enough at watching you ignore him. With a motion so fast you barely even register what is happening, he picks you up so he can lie down on the couch, keeping you on top of him. His arms are wrapped immovably around your waist while his big head is snuggled firmly on your shoulder. He lets out a deep huff from his nose, making certain that you know how exasperated you've made him.

You stay there for a moment of tense silence, waiting for him to say something first. You feel bad for not even noticing him, but you want to see where he is mentally before you make a move.

"What is this?" he eventually asks you, contempt dripping from his voice. If you won't stop playing this dumb thing, he may as well learn what it is.

"Animal Crossing," you tell him, laughing as you practically feel him rolling his eyes. Ah, he's in one of these moods.

"It's a game where you get to play in this cute village and just do whatever," you try to clarify. "You can fish, catch bugs, decorate your house, and make friends with your neighbours. It's relaxing."

"…Why?" he retorts. He is baffled at how doing things in this game that you could do in real-life would have you so fixated.

"I dunno, it's hard to explain," you respond. "There's no stress in this world, no time-limits or deadlines. It's like… an escape."

Homelander is hushed as he contemplates your answer. The appeal still doesn't make a lot of sense to him.

"What… are you playing as?" he enquires, brow furrowing slightly. Your tiny avatar appears to be a boy with slicked-back blonde hair, wearing a blue shirt with an eagle design.

"I tried making you," you answer honestly, with a brief giggle. You click a mysterious button on your gaming device, and suddenly this character is smiling wide back at him.

"You… made me?" he ponders, rubbing his head into the crook of your neck.

"Yeah, I normally just make myself but… I wanted to see how you'd look too," you smile, returning his nuzzle. "You turned out cute, right?"

He sighs, not dignifying you with a response. This facsimile is nowhere near his level of perfection, but at least you tried.

"What's that noise?" he mumbles. "It sounds like a bug."

"What direction is it coming from?" you respond. "It might be a mole cricket, I haven't caught one of those yet."

"To the left," he guides you, using his super hearing to easily discern the origin of the bug's droning call. "Under that rock."

Homelander watches as you pull out your shovel and hit the rock, causing a cricket to pop out which you swiftly catch with your net.

"Look at that! We caught a mole cricket!" you exclaim.

"…Now what?" he queries. He doesn't understand why you seem to excited over this, it's just a disgusting, insignificant insect.

"Now we take it to the museum, so Blathers can put it on display," you reply.

"And what, we get a reward for it?" he asks.

"No, it's just for fun!" you attempt to explain. "We can get a golden net if we catch all the different kinds of bugs though!"

Once again, he feels flabbergasted by your reasonings. This is just one of those weird human things of yours that he figures he will never understand, no matter how many questions he asks.

Homelander decides to stay quiet for a while, simply observing as you go about your activities. Seeing you run around this confined space, pointlessly catching more bugs and fish. Listening to you tell him which animal villagers are your favourites, showing him your house and how you decorated every room.

Strangely, the longer he watches you play, the more relaxed he starts to feel. It's weird, seeing your miniature caricature of him running around this fake town. He's just spending his days trapped in this virtual world, living in a quaint house with a white-picket fence, surrounded by friendly neighbours… without anybody staring at him like he's a freak… without a care in the world.

He's living the life Homelander always wished he could.

"Do you think we could ever live in a place like this?" he contemplates in a somber voice. The genuineness of his thought takes you by surprise.

To be honest, you don't have an answer for him. Vought has such a tight grip on every aspect of his life, you aren't sure if he'll ever be able to be free of their influence. He's never known what it's like to be 'normal', his entire existence has been dictated for him, his every opinion pre-calculated for what's best for the company.

"Hey, why don't we spend the weekend at your cabin?" you suggest, trying to pivot the heavy conversation away to something more tangible. You put your game down to caress his cheek, feeling him angle his head into your touch. "Just the two of us, no schedules or worries."

You can feel a little smile spread across your shoulder at your proposal. Homelander tightens his hold on you ever so slightly, cherishing the feeling of your small stature in his arms. He's glad you aren't able to see his face right now, letting him hide the fact that he's blinking away forming tears.

"Yeah," he whispers. "I'd like that".

[writememysticfalls]

Dive In | Stefan Salvatore

Summary: You're about to have sex with your boyfriend Stefan for the first time, but he can't get his ex-girlfriend out of his mind.

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Shirtless!Stefan, angst

Word Count: 1k

Stefan followed you up the stairs to your bedroom.

You were going to have sex for the first time tonight. Stefan would be lying if he said he hadn't fantasised about it.

“So… your aunt’s at a conference. Your brother is at a friend's house,” Stefan said. “What's the catch?”

“No catch,” you said, shutting the door and grinning at him. “Just us.”

You sat on the bed facing your mirror, and kicked off your shoes. You pulled your vest top over your head.

Stefan lay back on the bed, resting on his elbows, admiring the way the light caught the little spots of brown in your hair.

“As soon as my clothes are off, I'm diving under the blanket, okay? God, this part’s always so awkward,” you said.

But Stefan wasn't listening. A shiver ran through him. Cold sweat pooled at the base of his spine. He had spotted a brown mole, right in the centre of your back. Katherine had a mole on her back, too.

Suddenly, it was 1864 again.

He heard the sputter of the gas lamp in the corner. Katherine swept her curls away from her back, revealing the mole he loved - and angry red bite marks on her neck.

Stefan leapt forward, touching the marks.

“I see you've noticed my battle scars. Your brother has quite a nasty mouth,” Katherine teased.

Stefan felt only horror as he remembered that vampires healed within minutes. Katherine must have come straight from his brother’s room.

“Stefan,” you said, straddling him, and playing with his hair. “You okay?”

He nodded quickly. “Fine. Sorry. You're beautiful.”

You smiled, but your eyes were serious. “You do… want to do this, right?”

Stefan nodded, plastering on a smile. How could he explain the truth - that he was disturbed by how much you reminded him of Katherine?

He had felt this way a few times before. He would notice something - the way your voice got higher when you were annoyed, or your smirk when you told an innuendo - and he would feel a slight shiver of deja vu. But it had never been this bad.

You bit your lip, looking down, your body leaning over his.

Stefan noticed that your dark eyes still had that shyness of adolescence, which Katherine’s had never had. You were nothing like Katherine. Slowly and gratefully, he kissed you.

You kissed him back, then kissed a trail down his jaw and to his neck. This time, when he shivered from your wet lips, it was a good feeling.

And then, like a red wave, the memories flooded back.

Katherine, her lips on his neck. Suddenly, sharp teeth as she bit down into his flesh, sucking his blood. At first, the sting was bearable, but then it became an ache, spreading through his neck and to his chest. He imagined bleeding to his death, right there in his bed. He felt his eyelids flutter, panic making him drowsy.

“No,” he mumbled. “It hurts…. It hurts…”

You frowned at him. “Stefan! Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, no…” he said.

Stefan was getting angry at himself. Why should his life be ruined by a crappy relationship 150 years ago? Immortals couldn't get PTSD, for god’s sake. Katherine was in his head, in his bed, just when he was trying to connect to you. It wasn't fair.

He would just have to push through the fear and get over it. The first step was to make the situation as different to 1864 as possible.

Stefan lifted you with one hand and manoeuvred you so his body was on top of yours, a position Katherine never allowed.

Already, the panic of a moment ago was fading like a distant nightmare. Screwing his eyes shut, he kissed you again, with a passion that would silence all of your worries.

In a few minutes, your naked bodies were rocking to an even rhythm. Stefan felt a sense of victory bubbling up in him like lava. This was almost over. He could master his trauma from Katherine. He could be your man, in every way you needed him to be.

Then, he heard himself moan, from deep in his throat. Strangely, that was what reminded him of 1864.

“I love it when you moan for me, Stefan” Katherine said. His back was pressed against his bedroom wall, and Katherine’s mouth was all over him. Katherine’s lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “I can tell that Damon is listening just through that wall.” Stefan tried to stifle the sounds coming from his mouth, panic filling him, but Katherine only laughed. “Don't be afraid, darling. He loves the shows we put on for him.”

Stefan opened his eyes, forcing himself to look at you and see your wide, youthful eyes, so different from Katherine’s. However, the flashback remained.

Gasping for breath, Stefan rolled away from you, curling up into a ball. He had failed. Katherine had got in his head, and he hadn't been able to stop her.

For a long time, you just lay there by him, slowly stroking his back.

Finally, you said, “It was Katherine, wasn't it?”

Stefan turned, stunned. “You knew?”

You shrugged. “I guessed.”

“Do you wish I was more like her?” you said quietly, and Stefan could hear that you had avoided asking this question for a long time.

Stefan turned to you and took in your beautiful eyes and thick, wet lashes. “No. I promise you, if there is one thing that can save me from the memory of Katherine, it's you, Y/n. You're kind, you're selfless, you would die for your family - you're everything she wasn’t.” Stefan smiled. “We just might have to take things slow for a while.”

You kissed Stefan’s hand. “You can tell me things, you know. I might be young, but I've lived through stuff too.”

Stefan smiled. “I know.”

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

I was watching the boy, the mole, the horse and the fox, and was one of the lines that made me think of a small scene for a drabble.

Where during a bad storm, as Mc is comforting Julian, holding him close and cuddling under the blanket or in a pillow fort to dampen the noise of the storm. To try and help him relax, Mc says something like, 'When the big things feel out of control, focus on what you love, right under your nose.' Followed by 'The storm will pass.' While gently messing with his hair.

Inspired by this scene from the movie;

https://youtube.com/shorts/Eyxkv8Cyo5w?si=lrsC82nmDliycwoJ

The Arcana Drabbles: Comforting Julian during a storm

You knew as soon as you saw the grey clouds brewing on the horizon that it wouldn't be an easy night for your beloved doctor. What you didn't expect was for it to escalate as quickly as it did. You'd planned to have several more hours before the storm hit, but by the time you made it to the front door of your shared home, the rain was already splattering down in fat drops of water and lightning was crackling across the sky above you.

"Julian? I'm home!"

No response. The house was dark when you walked in, making you wonder momentarily if he was still at his clinic. Another flash of lightning lit up the sitting area as you walked through it and you miraculously heard a faint whimper despite the thunder rolling through the house.

"Julian?"

"Here."

The embarrassed, shuddering whisper came from inside the shadow of the couch. When you rounded the corner, Julian was wound up tight in a ball on the floor, lanky limbs curled in on himself, one hand stuffing his glove into his mouth to muffle the sobs that sent tears streaming down his cheeks. Oh ... it really is bad, this time.

"I'm sorry -" Another rumble of thunder makes him jump, his mouth snapping shut as he tucks his face into his arms. He flinches when you lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and you can feel the ragged, rapid breathing wrack his bones. His voice cracks when he tries to speak again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this -"

"Don't be sorry," you tell him, "I should've come home sooner."

He doesn't have much to say in response to that, too busy rocking back and forth as he clenches one knee with his fist. You lean forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders and he buries his face into your neck with a sob.

"Can you stand up?"

No response, just a series of quick nods against your shoulder. You lean back and pull him with you towards the bedroom. He's freezing.

"Take off your boots and get under the covers. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay." He sniffles shakily and takes a seat on the mattress, fumbling with the ties on his boots in the twilight of your unlit house. You scurry out to the stove to heat up some water and grab a lantern or two.

When you get back, it's to a shivering lump under the thick quilts Mazlinka gave you and a rapidly darkening room courtesy of the rain beating against the window. You set the lantern down on the bedside table among the clutter of his spare eyepatches and patient notes and climb onto the mattress.

"Can I come in?"

You don't get a verbal response, just a corner of the blanket lifting as he makes space for you to join him. He clings to you as soon as you lie next to him, curling his legs up around your hips, pressing his face into your chest, and twisting his fingers into the back of your shirt. You rest your chin on his curls and take slow, even breaths as your wrap your arms around him in turn.

"I'm here."

"Thank you."

The trembling begins to subside, letting you wriggle one arm free to place the hot water bottle you brought with you at his lower back. He shuffles to accommodate a more comfortable snuggling position.

"Ah - that's some lovely warmth, my dear."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm sorr - I mean," he catches himself mid-apology and tilts his head up to meet your eyes, "I'm ... feeling better, I thi-"

Another crash of thunder makes him jump, and you can feel the shivers running through his body as you hold him close. You can tell he's trying to hold himself together by the strain in his shoulders and neck but that doesn't stop the front of your shirt from slowly soaking with tears. You wrap yourself around him again, feeling him curl up smaller, and bury your nose in his hair.

"When the big things feel out of control, focus on what you love, right under your nose." He stills for a moment, taking a deep, shuddering breath before lifting his face again. You slowly slide his eyepatch off his head and run your fingers through his hair. "The storm will pass."

He loosens his grip, sliding up the sheets to lie face-to-face with you, and offers you a watery smile despite the sound of the wind howling around the corners of the building. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He tangles your fingers with his and pulls them to his chin. "Thank you for being here."

There's so much you want to say to that, but for now a kiss will have to suffice.

[oracle-of-dream]

DSL

Minors DNI

Summary: Jake comes home after a night out with his friends asking what DSL is and why Heeseung says he has them. As his partner, it's your responsibility to be able to teach him thoroughly...

Warnings: Drunk Jake, Male Reader, Blowjob (Reader rec.), Cum swallowing

Wordcount: 3K

It was a Friday night. You looked at your phone, the clock on your lock screen glowed half-past midnight with your boyfriend’s beautiful smile behind it. You unlock your phone and start swiping through Tiktok while finishing up the last of your face care routine.

You wanted to call him. He was always there to be ready to put you to bed, or he’d call to say he’d be late. But you hadn’t heard from him… You told him you wouldn’t bug him while he was out, but you didn’t know how long he’d be gone for either. You remember how happy he was when you agreed to let him have a guy’s night with the rest of his buddies. You couldn’t just ruin his night now… 

You finished in the bathroom and moved into your bedroom. The only sound you could hear was the floorboards creaking as you walked, and the sounds from the different videos on your phone. Jake usually would be playing music or telling you about his day right about now. It felt so strange without him being there. After work, Jake would always come home to you and give you a kiss when he walked through the door. But he didn’t even stop at home to change out of his work clothes tonight. 

After turning off the lights and climbing into bed, you didn’t realize how big the bed was without Jake next to you. He’d insist on cuddling you so close that you’d be at the edge of the bed most of the night. The smell of his shampoo in your nose, and the soft sound of his breathing would rock you to sleep in an instant. But, without him, you were wide awake. The sheets were cold. Your arms were empty. Every part of your home was silent.

It felt like hours laying in bed, tossing, and turning. You checked your phone. Only twenty minutes had passed. Then you heard a noise coming from downstairs. You almost leaped out of bed, using your phone as a flashlight to lead yourself down the stairs and investigate. The sound was coming from the front door. Approaching it, you could hear voices from the other side.

“Jesus, Jake. Who told you to drink so much?” One man complained.

 A different man chimed in. “Can you hold him still? I can’t find his keys!”

“I’m trying, he’s hard to carry.”

“Well, I’m the one with his hands in another guy’s pants. I’d rather hold him.”

“You lost rock, paper, scissors. Now hurry before the neighbors think we’re breaking in or something!”

You unlocked the door and opened it slightly. Two men were on your doorstep; The one with silver hair, dark eyebrows, and a mole on his nose was holding Jake on his feet. The other had dark brown hair, a strong nose, and an awkward smile with one hand in Jake’s front pocket.

“Hi there!” The second said. “You must be y/n, we’re Jake’s friends.”

You nodded, at a loss for words.

He ripped his hand out of Jake’s pocket and dusted it off before extending it out to you. “I’m Heeseung, that’s Sunghoon. We’re all coworkers!” He nodded to the other man when introducing him. 

Sunghoon did a soft bow toward you. “Sorry to bother you so late at night. We just wanted to make sure he made it back to you.” Sunghoon shook Jake’s shoulder, earning a groan from your boyfriend.

“Is he okay?” You asked while opening the door fully.

“Totally, I think he just drank more than he could handle. Good thing it’s the weekend, ya know.” Heeseung cheered. 

You stepped out of your house, your bare feet on the pavement. “Jake, baby?”

Jake’s eyes shot open at you calling his name. “Angel? What are you doin’ out here, it's so cold.” Jake noticed you were barefoot. “You jerks let him walk out of the house without shoes!?” Jake squirmed in Sunghoon’s grip but the taller man shook Jake a little to get him to calm down.

“Please come in, you can put him on the bed upstairs. I’ll take care of the rest.” You guided them to your room as they struggled to get Jake to walk up the stairs.

They let Jake faceplant onto the mattress with a heavy grunt. 

“He’s a real handful, isn’t he?” Heeseung giggled.

You shook your head. “He’s never given me any trouble. He’s really good to me.” You rubbed his head, brushing his hair the way he likes.

Sunghoon tapped Heeseung on the shoulder. “Well I think we should go–”

“Go!? You still haven’t told me what it means yet!” Jake got up dramatically, before falling back onto the bed.

“It?” You questioned, turning to the other men for a clue to what Jake was talking about.

The two of them seemed to get awkward at whatever it was.

“What is it?”

Neither looked like they wanted to be the one to answer, exchanging looks between each other. Eventually, Sunghoon opened his mouth, “I think it’s better if Jake explains it to you. Maybe you can give him a definition when he’s in a better state of mind. Plus…” Sunghoon looked around, avoiding your gaze. “It’s more appropriate for us not to talk about it in front of you. I hope you can understand.”

You decided not to fight it. It was too late at night and you still had to deal with Jake. You walked them to the door, “thank you guys for bringing Jake back home. Have a nice night.” The door echoed with a loud thud as you closed and locked it. You could hear Jake stirring upstairs, whining for your attention.

In your room, you were welcomed by a half-dressed Jake on your bed, his shirt tossed aside on the floor. 

He giggled when you walked in. “Hey, you!”

Your lips curled in as you held in a laugh. “Yes?”

Jake steadied himself on the bed before slowly stumbling his way to you. “You’re the smartest person I know, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you blushed as you caught him in your arms. The smell of alcohol clung to his clothes and you could tell he’d eaten a bunch of mints before coming home.

“Since you’re so smart, you can tell me what a word means, right?”

You shrugged. “I’m not a dictionary but I can try.”

“What are DSL, Angel? The guys said I have them and I still haven’t figured it out. I’ll go crazy trying to figure it out!”

You tried to think. “Do you mean, DSLR? Like a camera? We have one somewhere.”

He shook his head. “Not a camera, they said I have it naturally. And that you love me because I have it… Do you only love me because of my DSL?”

You kissed his forehead. “Of course not. I don’t think I know what that means…”

Jake whined in protest. Clearly, he wasn’t going to settle down until you told him whatever it meant.

“How about I look it up on my phone? If you go get your pajamas on, then I’ll look it up and tell you.” You guided Jake towards your bathroom, where the closet was, and let him get changed as you searched for a meaning. You scrolled for a while before you hit an Urban Dictionary post about DSL. Your eyes widened at reading the title.

There’s no way that’s what they were talking about, right!?

“Angel? Did you find it yet?” Jake poked his head out from the closet to see you sitting on the bed, with your phone in your hand. “What does it mean?”

“It’s not that important,” you said as put your phone away. Trying to think about what to do with the new information you’d obtained. “So, tell me about guy’s night. Did you have fun?”

Jake let out a dissatisfied grunt before coming out of the closet. He had cozy pajama pants with small dogs on them, but no shirt.

“Oh, Jakie, where’s your shirt?”

Jake sulked his way over to you. “It’s still dirty… I forgot to do the laundry.”

“You don’t wanna wear another shirt?”

“No, I wanna match with yours.” Your pajamas were a different breed of dog than Jake’s. Your pants were shorts, made of soft cotton and a short-sleeved shirt. Jake slid his hands up your thighs, feeling the fabric, and moved up your torso. His hands were warm as they roamed across your skin, sliding under your shirt. He looked at you with puppy eyes, “Maybe, you can take your shirt off too and we can be matching?”

You squirmed under his touch, he tried snaking the shirt over your head. 

“Hey! You know I get cold at night,” you pulled your shirt down but didn’t push Jake’s hands out.

Jake squished and pinched at your skin. “I can keep you warm. All night…” His voice was getting deeper, more inviting.

“Jake, no naughty stuff tonight. You’re still drunk.” 

Jake puffed his cheeks out. “Please…” The more you looked at him, the harder it was to deny him. Jake could see you hesitating. He knew just how to play you right. He kissed you softly, taking one of your hands and interlocking your fingers with his. While his other hand guided yours downward until you felt his dick in your fingers.

You pulled away from his lips. “Jake!”

Your boyfriend fell to his knees. “I promise, I’ll be good! I’ll make you feel amazing, we can do whatever you want! I need to cum tonight, and I want to do it with you.”

Looking down at him, on the floor, and looking up at you with sweet eyes. You thought back to the word, DSL. You know Jake would never deny you if you asked, and you were never compelled to ask for something like that before. But his stance in between your legs had you throbbing. 

You looked down at him, caressing his face. “Anything?”

Jake shook with excitement, leaning into your touch. “Anything!”

“Then could you…” you bit down the lump in your throat. It felt embarrassing to say out loud, but the way Jake’s lips glistened from your chapstick was doing something to you. “Could you, use your mouth on me?”

Jake was still shaking in excitement, but his facial expression was clear. He didn’t get what you were asking.

“Jake, please don’t make me ask twice.” You begged as you moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him gently toward your pelvis.

Jake’s face suddenly brightened with understanding. “OH! Yeah, of course! I can do that for you!” He put his hands on your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, laying your legs on his shoulders. “I’m not really used to this, so I might not be very good at it, okay?”

You nodded, one hand covering your mouth with the other one holding you steady so you didn’t fall.

Jake took it slow. Rubbing his face on your crotch softly, feeling your bulge through your clothes. He readjusted himself so he was kneeling fully on the ground in front of you, just like how you would for him usually. 

Jake looked up at you, still rubbing against you. “Can I ask why you want to try something new tonight?”

You felt warm in the face from embarrassment but it got even hotter watching him casually touch you. Is this how he sees you when you do it!? “I-I want to tell you something first,” you say as you stop him from moving.

Jake leaned his head onto your thigh, listening intently.

“The word that your friends said… DSL, right?”

He nodded excitedly. 

“It means. Dick Sucking Lips.” You muttered, almost embarrassed to even say it out loud.

You watched Jake process the new information. He touched his lips, squeezing them slightly. “Do you agree with them? You think I have those kinds of lips, and that’s why we’re doing this?”

You nodded softly. 

Jake’s lips have always been very plump since you’d first met him, and soft every time you kissed him. Never once chapped. You could tell he always took care of his lips, and they had the cutest shade of pinkish-red to them. You’d never thought about how they’d look wrapped around you until tonight, but once it was there it was all you could see.

He giggled. “That’s fine then, I’m happy to make you happy, Angel. So don’t be shy to ask for my mouth every once in a while. You always work so hard with yours for me, it’s only right I return the favor.”

Jake tapped your butt and you instinctively lifted your hips for him to slip your shorts off. You hissed at the cold air that was now surrounding your shaft. It twitched, excited for what was next.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” You whispered to Jake as he eyed your dick.

He scoffed. “You do it all the time for me! I think I can handle it.”

Jake’s dick was longer and thicker than yours, but yours wasn’t little either. So you did worry about him at first. But Jake took his time with you…

He started with his hand, slowly pumping and speaking precum. Your head fell back at the sensation, but immediately snapped back when you felt wetness. Jake had spit on your tip, which made his hands slide easier.

“Oh, Jake, you’re not bad at this,” you groaned as your hand met his shoulder.

He lowered his head, and you twitched when you felt his breath against your cock. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until he gently led your dick into his mouth. You let go of your breath in a loud moan as Jake bobbed his head, his hand pumping the part that his mouth couldn’t reach. Jake was much better at this than he’d let on in the beginning, he handled you like a pro. 

You felt yourself wanting more as you pulled a little closer, trying to get him to suck on more of you. Jake took a deep breath before going further, not gagging once. Your legs shook at his skills. 

“Holy fuck, Jake, you’re doing so good. So, so, good.” 

Jake sucked his cheeks in and closed his eyes as he took the rest of you. You reacted stronger than you’d thought and your hips moved on their own, bucking once into Jake’s mouth. You felt your tip hit the back of his throat. Jake gagged around you, and you knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of a surprise thrust. But when you let out a moan, your hand left Jake’s shoulder and tangled itself in his hair, not wanting to let him go.

“Sorry–I’m sorry!” You whined, but you didn’t release him. The way his mouth squeezed was something you’d never felt before, and you understood more why Jake was always so insistent with you about how your mouth was amazing. He tried breathing through his nose, but another brush to the back of the throat earned another gag from Jake. Which makes you finally let him go. 

Jake slowly dragged his lips off of you and ended it with a loud and wet pop. Then he took a moment to catch his breath and wipe his eyes.

“You can stop Jake, I’m sorry,” you said as you tried helping wipe his face.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to worry about me! This is about you right now, and me showing off my talents.” Jake’s voice was hoarse and you could see him shudder, reeling from the sensations you’d just put him through. “It felt kinda nice. So, you can go a little harder. Just like I do it, I can handle it!” Jake put your hand on the back of his head and moved closer to you. “Just go crazy, whatever feels right, and I’ll stop you if I can’t do it.” Without another word, Jake took your cock back into his mouth and looked up at you expectantly.

You felt close already and didn’t want to finish too quickly. “What if I’m ready to cum…” You muttered.

Jake didn’t even bother verbally responding, only pushing your hand on his head to start moving him at the pace you wanted. Even tapping on your thigh, like you did to him. He was signaling to you that you could fuck his mouth, the same way you would, and the look in his eyes told you that he wanted you to.

You started slowly, thrusting shallowly and softly into his mouth. Jake must’ve gotten bored because he started moving and meeting your thrusts to push your dick down his throat. Gagging sounds left Jake’s mouth as your thrusts started picking up speed. Anytime you slowed down in concern, he’d pinch you to tell you not to slow down. You saw Jake’s hand was working his cock in his hand, the other ranched for your balls. Your thrusts started losing control until Jake was mostly moving. You were just trying to not cum, but failing miserably. 

“Wait! I’m gonna cum, Jake!” You pushed on his head, but he fought against you and pushed himself till his nose poked your stomach, swallowing your entire length. “I’m cumming!” You started chanting over and over as Jake held himself there. Your mouth hung open and your feet slid on the floor as your legs stretched out. Your whole body felt the waves of your orgasm ripping through you as Jake sucked you for all that you were worth. Every single drop down his throat.

Jake swallowed the load with every spurt, with your cock still in his mouth, it shot straight down his throat. When you were finished, Jake slowly pulled your sensitive dick out of his mouth but made sure to suck you a few more times for good measure, earning almost screams of pleasure from you.

“Have fun?” Jake smiled.

You nodded as you fell back onto the bed, out of breath.

“It seems you liked my lips, and you tasted so amazing. Maybe I’ll use my mouth more often.”

You chuckled. “I think I can get used to that.”

Jake climbed onto the bed, kissing you. “Then, expect a wakeup call tomorrow…”

[okaerina]

𖥻 THINGS — enhypen ◌ ִ ۫ ּ

syn ; things enha reminds me of !

heeseung !

dangly earrings, pendent chains, skinny ripped jeans, rock guitar, clubbing, late studio night, concerts, rainy empty street, love songs, specs, ice cream, deers, rainforest, going over the speed limit, long drive, polaroids, balcony, tattoos, collage campus, basketball, getting into fist fights, breaking rules, warm breeze, kisses, sharing earphones, untied shoelaces, sleeveless tops, cross jewelries, chase atlantic songs

jay !

red wine, ball dance, guitar, empty kitchen, champagne bubbles, tuxedo suits, runaway, black cat, fashion magazines, gold jewelries, camping, eucalyptus, biking, biker jackets, street racing, late night walks, city lights, porsche, cologne, the weeknd songs, loose tie, fancy restaurant, chanel bags, iced americano, home, long hugs, words of affirmation, eye contact, autumn, posh music, v necks, opera, musical recital, marriage, ancient churches

jake !

pancakes, golden retrievers, empty parks, cardigans, picnic, wolf pups, landscapes, abstract art, lip piercings, makeout sessions, mornings, cream, sheets, swimming, sand castles, tree houses, venus, varsity player, rings, clashing waves, sun shinning through curtains, backyard, champagne, sparkly eyes, netflix and chill, forehead kisses, caramel fudge, winter, jb songs, garden, lilies, lipstick stains

sunghoon !

sculptures, greek mythology, snow, ice skating, pointe shoes, swan lake, ice rinks, rhinestones, vampires, sharp canines, royalty, huskies, novels, cruise, 90s songs, ear muffs, moon phase, poetry, dandelions, maple leaves, vanilla shake, pearls, penguins, blush, lucid dreams, confessions, lullaby, archangels, romance movies, boyfriend coats, monsoon, hair blowing because of the wind, moles, tears, old love, unrequited love, ribbons, weddings

sunoo !

sun, tulip field, solar system, marshmallows, tteobokki, street food, shopping, karaoke, smiles, cute stationeries, stickers, secret diary, cheek kisses, mufflers, red foxes, bratz doll, playdate, selfies, carnations, easter, boba tea, bestfriends to lovers, cherry blossoms, lip gloss, skincare, disney shows, late night face timing, gossiping, watching kdramas, sanrio stuffs, blowing bubbles, photo booths, texts, horizon

jungwon !

kittens, valleys, teenage dream, gold fish, aquariums, subways, cds, headphones, empty bus rides, babybreaths, holding hands, first love, taylor swift songs, messy hair, vacation, countryside, group study, constellations, piggyback ride, dimples, converse, empty classroom, sheep cubs, indoor plants, mini cactus, namsan tower, han river, late fall, vintage hand written letters , young love, romcom, kitties

ni-ki !

graffiti, sunsets, baggy pants, late night dance jam, empty beach, bicycling, sea shore, ear piercings, watermelon, summer, slow dancing, grass field, bungeoppangs, duck chicks, disneyland, ps5, arcade, puma cubs, eskimo kisses, bracelets, youth, climbing fences, skipping school, skateboarding, mangas, school festivals, footsies, cute band aids, oversized attires, j-rock, night sky, laughters, slice of life, teenage, playfulness, photo booths, anime, shoujo manga

© aenfilmz / 02072023

taglist ; @solarwoniii @shiningstar-byulxx @wtfhyuck @ichiibunztwt @enhawhoreist

[momotonescreaming]

Stardew Valley inspired AU where Steve works some boring corporate job for his father and he's absolutely miserable. His father has high expectations for him that he can't ever seem to meet, his mother just fawns under her husband's harsh gaze, and no one at work likes him because he's the bosses son. Doesn't seem to matter that his father doesn't like him much either.

So when he gets a call from their family lawyer, saying his granddads old farm has left legal hell and is officially his, he's very tempted to drop everything and leave. Get out of the city, escape his family, get a fresh start. The only thing holding him back, is his best friend Robin who also lives in the city. She tells him off for letting her hold him back. She'll miss him horribly, but she knows that he wasn't happy working for his father. He just has to promise to send her postcards and letters and to call her as often as he can. As soon as he’s settled she is going to visit and that is a fact Steve, you better get used to it.

Steve puts in his notice at work, cancels the lease on his apartment, and starts packing his things. He buys a trailer to hitch to the back of his Beamer to pack up all his stuff, has a very tearful goodbye with Robin, and drives to the small town of Hawkins.

He spends most of his time that first month getting everything sorted. Gives the house a deep clean, moves in what he bought of his stuff, and figures out what he still needs to buy. Does a check of everything he needs to repair or replace on the farm. Spends a lot of time clearing rocks and overgrown bushes and weeds and trees off of his land. Reads some books and takes some online classes on farming. Is determined to actually make this work.

Eddie has lived in Hawkins since he moved in with his uncle. Always had dreams of moving to the big city and making it big with his band. But for now he's still in Hawkins, working at Thatcher Tire, living with his uncle, trying not to get sucked into small town gossip. It's hard not to though, not when one of the local high school kids starts a rumour you're a cult leader because you run a DnD club and he thinks his girlfriend is cheating on him. It fucking sucked, but Eddie managed to graduate from high school the third time round, and the rumour mill slowly moved on.

Now, all everyone can talk about is the city boy who moved into the old abandoned farm just down the way. Apparently he's very handsome, very single, and looks like he hasn't worked a day in his life. And sue Eddie, he's fucking curious.

The first time Eddie meets the elusive city boy is at the post office, some months after he moved to town. The guy asks for the time, and politely introduces himself as Steve, the guy who's doing up the old farm. And the Hawkins gossips are right - the guy is handsome as hell. Carefully styled swooping brown hair that looks impossibly soft. Tanned skin dotted with moles. A tidy polo shirt that should look dorky but instead just really suits the guy. Fitting tight across his chest and straining against his biceps. For a supposed city boy, the man is unreasonably ripped. Maybe he is meant to be a farmer.

And then once they meet, it’s like the universe is playing a trick on Eddie because he can’t stop bumping into the guy. He sees him jogging through the city and Steve waves at him with a wiggle of his fingers. He sees him hiking through the woods with his new farm dog in training trotting after him happily. They’re in the supermarket at the same time, and they make small talk about food and Steve jokes that his stove is so old it’s like he has to teach himself how to cook all over again. Eddie goes to Merrill’s farm to drop something off for Wayne, and Steve is there, sleeves rolled up, glistening and sweaty, doing odd jobs on for a little extra cash.

A navy blue truck rolls into Thatcher’s one day, sturdy, big, with a small dent in the side. Good kit. And lo and behold Steve steps out. Clad in his usual blue jeans and a tight polo, twirling his keys around his fingers. He asks if there’s room for them to take a look at it, give it a service, or does he need to book in later? And Eddie says he’s free. There’s a lot of other things he needs to do, cars out the back to check over, but Steve is here. And so Eddie take a look at the truck so he has an excuse to talk to Steve. Asks him questions if there’s anything wrong with it, does he need to check anything in particular? And they chat, and Eddie brings up the beemer. Mentions it off handedly — did Steve swap it out for a truck? Something more farm appropriate?

And Steve just tilts his head like a confused puppy. Eddie know’s he has a beemer? And before he can think about it too much, Eddie says of course he does — it’s not every day that a handsome city boy rolls into a town like this in a fancy car like that. And Steve raises an eyebrow. Handsome? he asks. Eddie curses at himself under his breath. He could have pulled the mechanic card, said he keeps an eye out at all the cars in Hawkins. But of course he lost his tongue in front of the pretty stranger. But Steve just says he’ll take the compliment and smiles at Eddie in a way he hadn’t before.

Before it was small town polite — making conversation at the gas station or a smile of acknowledgement. But this is different. This smile is more. And so Eddie blushes, and rolls himself under the truck to hide his blushing cheeks. He thinks he hears Steve chuckle, bit graciously follows when Eddie steers the conversation away from the face he finds him pretty and onto a safer topic — farm.

And Steve sounds so genuinely excited when he talks about it. He finds the physical work really satisfying, he’s looking forward to getting to the point where he can actually plant crops. Wants to get a chicken coop, see how that goes, before he moves onto livestock. He likes the early mornings on the farm where he can watch the sun rise over the fields. He feels himself there on the farm.

Eddie jokes that the early mornings sound awful, he’s a night owl through and through — but the sunrise sounds nice. Steve laughs and says that's fair, he had to start waking up early in high school for swim team practice and now it’s ingrained into him. Handy for the farm now, which is a plus. Eddie admits that he’s been to the farm before — feels weird not too now — that he hopped the fence when he was teen and wandered the fields and the woods, having a smoke and a poke around. Steve is cool about it. The place was abandoned, and he would have done the same when he was young. He’s not as uptight as he looks — he had some semi-wild teen years of his own.

They talk, Eddie looks at the car, and then before he knows it — he’s done. The truck is all good. Runs like a dream. It’s time for Steve to pay and leave. And they’re both loitering in the doorway to the office, and Eddie knows it’s because he’s actually starting to really like the guy. He’s passionate, and kind, and also kind of a bitch which was delightful to find out. He’s handsome as all hell and is a genuine fucking guy. And he doesn’t want him to leave.

He looks over at Steve. Steve, who bites his lip, pink and plump, before looking up at Eddie through his lashes. And sorry if this sounds dumb, but does Eddie want to come visit the farm? Have a look around when it’s not abandoned and overgrown?

Eddie feels his cheeks flush, sees the identical blush now gracing Steve’s cheeks, and says yes. It’s a date.

[catharusustulatus]

Unbelievably uncoordinated (besides playing soccer and running for her life) Robin was actually great at skipping rocks. Even better at finding the best ones to skip. She knew just how to spot and hold the good stones, where to place them in her palm. How to flick her wrist, how to be fast.

She started inviting Steve to her favorite side of the lake after they’d settled they were more than workplace/survived-torture-and-monsters-together friends, late August heat plastering her bangs and painting Steve pink. He always seemed to glow in the sun, the same sparkle she knew drew everyone to him in school.

Steve was still recovering from Starcourt - they both were - and his chest would tighten up after bending down, still bruised and sore, so he would mostly drive them there and soak it all in; her chatter as she searched for the right rock, jokes about Mrs. Click and Tammy, her nightmares about the guards and the laser beam and the dripping flesh beast they’d barely escaped. He chimed in from time to time, adding how Tammy’s cousin Maryanne was a bad kisser, told her about the time Mrs. Davis wouldn’t let him into class when he was late, late because Tommy and Carol had had a fight and almost burned his house down the night before. But he mostly listened, striped shirt riding up his mole-covered belly, and smiled at her as she skipped stones hour after hour.

Arm tired, they’d get milkshakes and he’d drop her off. Waving goodbye to Steve, she always thought the same things: that she was lucky to be alive. That it felt good to ripple some surface of this godforsaken place, especially with a friend. That she really did know how to pick ‘em.

[imdoingsortagay]

Challenge, write agatha trying to convince rio to adopt another pet (Rio is already convinced she just wants to see how low Agatha is willing to go to convince her)

Lilia Votes No to More Witch Stereotypes

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Summary: Agatha wants to adopt

Warnings: Wanda is here for a bit along with the boys, shelters, talk of mole, begging ( not like that ).

a/n: thanks @our-blood-is-our-ink for the title name !

Agatha was never one to want much in live. 

She had the cutest rabbit son she could ask for, a beautiful house that she scored for a good price and not to mention a rocking hot wife but now she wanted was another pet that she had seen at the shelter when Wanda had asked her to accompany her with the boys so they can find a new pet for them. 

She didn’t really want another pet as scratchy was a rabbit who was no fuss but when Agatha had gone with Wanda and the boys to go find a pet to adopt, she knew she had to as Rio if she wanted a pet.

“ Do you really need me to come with you guys to the shelter?” She whines to her friend as she drives them to the Westview shelter. 

“ Gosh Agatha,” she starts off dramatically,” Can’t we just hangout together and in turn also maybe look at cute animals for the boys to take care of?”

“ Your’re lucky that I’m in a good mood Maximoff,” she points to the redhead while the boys laugh at their antics.

 They all arrive to the shelter, Agatha quickly following the boys inside so that Wanda can find a place to park correctly, according to her friend. 

“ Welcome to the Westview Shelter, How can I help you?” The young woman asks while Wanda trails before them. 

“ My boys were looking for a new friend to adopt, Where are the way to the kennels?” And the lady leads them to where they have all of the animals. Wanda takes the kids to where the dogs are kept while Agatha takes to seeing what cats sh can see. 

“ You’ll be fine on your own Maximoff?” 

Thumbs up and Agatha makes her way to where they have the cats, opening the door slowly and closing it gently as to not awake any of the sleepy little kitties in the room. First kitty she sees in the Kennel is an orange cat, flopped over on its back as it sleeps. Agatha coos at the kitty but it doesn’t move but opens its eyes. Guess it doesn’t like her then. A couple kennels away she finds a beautiful white kitten and a smaller brown kitty as they run around with not a care of the surrounding near them, just enjoying the company of one another. A couple more Kennels later and Agatha finds the most beautiful cat she’s ever laid her eyes on.

“ You are such a cute little baby,” she says aloud, afraid someone might hear her. She has an image to maintain and she cannot be seen as soft by anyone besides Rio. On the Kennel, it shows that she’s only 6 months old and a girl. 

Now here Agatha was setting up the dinner table after coming back from the shelter with the Maximoff family, who happen to get the cutest little beagle puppy who the boys cleverly named sparky. 

While they get used to their new family member, Agatha made a run for it to her home, preparing dinner for her wife and stopping to feed the rabbit as she prepares one of her wife’s favorite foods to ensure she can convince her of adopting the sweet little kitten she saw earlier today. A simple recipe that Rio had raved about having when she saw younger with her mother. 

“ Honey I’m home,” Agatha hears as the door opens, Rio beaming when the other woman makes her way to the living room to greet her with a big kiss and a hug. Most days Rio would not question is at this is their usual routine but something about the kiss and how long it had lasted made her wonder what Agatha was up to.

“ Is that what I think it is?” 

“ Mole,” Agatha grabs her hand and leads her to the kitchen,” after I couldn’t master it last time, I looked up some recipes like Wanda had said and it turned out really good, thank you to the ladies on Facebook who film their recipes”. Rio just smiled and nodded as her wife kept talking about how the process went, letting her drag on before she decided to ask the question of the night. 

“ Here baby,” she leads her to sit at the table,” you have been working super hard at work dealing with all those yucky men while I hold down the fort taking care of our son and you deserve to have a good meal”.  Before Rio can even take a bite of her food, the older witch grabs a spoonful of it to feed it to her with a smile on her face. 

“ Aggie sweetheart,” Rio says with some mole in her mouth,” while I love that you made me my favorite food, Did you want to ask me for something ?” 

Fucking aye, Agatha thinks to herself, Rio knows her like the back of her hand. 

I need words honey, she can hear the other woman in her mind. 

“ fine,” she whines,” remember that I told you Maximoff invited me with her to the local shelter cause the boys wanted to adopt a dog ?” 

Rio nods.

“ Well I might have strayed off from the group and possibly found the cutest kitten that I might wanna adopt ,” she says a bit excited.

“ I would never do anything behind your back and I was wondering if you wanted to adopt another pet for the house ?” Agatha cautiously asks her wife who only thinks about it. 

“ I don’t know baby , don’t get me wrong I love Scratchy with all my being but cats are a big responsibility,” Rio explains.

“ We’re both adults babe, a cat isn’t even that much responsibility,” and all Rio does is nod. 

“ Let me eat some of this delicious molè you made bonita and I’ll think about it,” Rio tells Agatha as she starts to feast on the plate presented in front of her. 

—————

A couple of days pass and all Agatha can think about is the poor kitty cat all alone in the shelter, she could just go to the shelter and bring it home but she didn’t want to do something without Rio’s approval. She’s not going to beg her wife to let her adopt the cat. 

Agatha can use her charm and convincing skills, maybe a PowerPoint presentation would help in convincing her wife. 

Maybe she should text Wanda about this first though. 

To Maximoff : Witchy ! I need your help 

Maximoff: No I won’t fight Mrs.Davis for you , again 

To Maximoff : okay if anything, she needs to stop talking shit about my wife’s garden okay?!?!?!? She doesn’t even look good with blonde hair 🙄

Maximoff: what’s do you need help with if it isn’t about stirring drama ? 

To Maximoff: I want another pet 

Maximoff: Didn’t know your sex life with Rio is getting boring 💀 

To Maximoff : I’m gonna ruin your car if you don’t take this conversation seriously Wanda 

Maximoff : fine fine , I’m going to be serious. 

To Maximoff : I want to convince Rio of something but you think it’s silly to make a whole PowerPoint presentation? 

Maximoff : if you really want it you should just ask her but if it’s that important, fuck it why not Agatha 

To Maximoff : Thanks dear , I can always count on you 😗💅

The next couple of hours are spent at home using Rio’s computer as Agatha puts in the time to make the PowerPoint presentation for her wife, hoping it’ll be just enough. 

“ You will be getting a feline sibling Scratchy,” Agatha tells the sleepy little rabbit,” mama will promise you that”. 

A couple hours later, a set up projector that she had to ask Alice to set up for her ( not without a bribe) she's ready to start is presentation for her wife. Of course , Agatha is gonna be dressed up to the nine's if Rio doesn't get convinced into the idea.

" Oh honeybee i am home!" Rio cheerfully yells into the house but is confused to be welcome into what her wife was working on most of the day.

" May i ask why there's a projector in the -"

" Just sit on the couch over there and i'll explain everything," Agatha ordered and Rio does without another word being said. She wanted to know what this was about.

" My name is Agatha Harkness - Vidal," and Rio giggles at how adorable her wife is being as she gets into the role of presenter, considering that she wore her nice dress for this

" Really babe?"

" Babe just be good and listen," Agatha whines and Rio just nods.

" The floor is yours hermosa," and the other woman next to the projector blushes. Rio listens on at her wife convince her to get another pet, even providing articles on the benefits for cats with credible sources.

Oh she really want this, rio thinks

" Hopefully you like this presentation," Agatha pauses," i hope i've persuaded you enough to adopt a cat my love".

Rio and Agatha stay in silence before Rio makes any desicion on whether to consider it.

" No "

" Wait what ?"

" You heard me babe, i'm sorry but no".

" But," she can feel herself crying over this," I even got good sources,Jen said it would work".

" which i appreciate carino but i don't think we should have a cat in the same house as Scratchy i'm sorry".

" No but ," agatha sniffles," I read that if you introduce them slowly it could work".

" Please baby," agatha says as she cries," the little kitty i saw was so cute and i don't want her to be all alone in there". Now Rio felt bad for making her wife cry, she's not much of a begger outside of their bedroom.

" Oh baby you are too cute," Rio coos as she goes to where agatha is to clean up the tears to the face," We can go to the shelter tomorrow to pick up the cat"

" You looked so cute talking to the cat babe, do you really think i'm cold hearted enough to not let you get the cat?" Rio chucles as she holds Agatha in her arms.

Wanda took pics of her.

" i'm getting that redhead's car," Agatha mumbles into Rio's chest.

All that matters is that she got the cat she wanted.

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

4 Minutes Analysis

There are either two or three possible timelines so far:

The "Present" Aka the scenes in the begging of each episode is One Distinct linear timeline:

EP 1 = We See Tyme getting shot - someone getting an heart attack in the hospital (proabably Great)

EP 2 = Tonkla attacks someone in the same field his brother was found in. With a big rock, same way his brother died.

EP 3 = Inspector Win finds another body (probably the body Tonkla killed the night before)

The Second Possible Timeline is Past 1 (the past where Great saves Dome and has the visions):

Great starts to have visions. The four minutes into the future things and the vision of him Tyme.

Dr Den starts to interrogate people about the 4 minutes into the future thing.

He saves a woman that he would have hit with his car

This causes him to meet Dr Tyme at the hospital and have that vision

Title Kidnaps his ex girlfriend and hits Dome. Great saves hims and the girl thanks to a vision. He goes to the hopital with Dome and meets Tyme again.

Korn is having trouble with the casinos. Ignores Tonkla multiple phonecalls and text. Sleeps with a woman in a somewhat coearced situation. [If Tonkla's brother is not dead in this timeline what are the incessent phone calls about??]

Tyme gets info on the casinos by a mole he knows.

Great and Tyme meet again at Uni (Great sees a different message on a thai latte asking for forgiveness instead of treatment of his wound).

Tyme asks Den about the 4 minutes into the future thing. While Great treats his wound.

Great has more weird visions of what looks to be a University Girl while on the "date" with Tyme after the hospital visit.

Tyme goes home with the White cat plushie from their date after Great gets more sexy time visions.

The mole in the casinos gets discovered and captured.

Great is at home sees the 11.01 clock again. And has both the plushies at his house [I thought Tyme went home with the white plushie, is this the future? Am I wrong with something or fixating on the plushie for no reason?] and highlights all the vision moments he has had.

Great meets his brother and tells him about the visions. Korn still not calling Tonkla back.

Tyme attacks Korn to get info on the mole and takes his mask off for Great to see his face.

The Third Possible Timeline is Past 2 (aka The Timeline where Great never gets the visions/Dome is Tonkla's brother idea):

Great hits the woman that jumped in front of him. [Does that mean he never goes to the hospital and never meets Tyme??]

Title kidnapps the girl and Dome

Great doesn't have the vision and doesn't save Dome who dies. [Does that mean he never goes to the hospital a second time and he Tyme never bond?]

Win investigates the Tonkla's brother case. And gets immidiately smitten by Tonkla.

Tonkla spirals down, can't contact Korn.

Win gets taken off the case by his boss who is known for accepting bribes.

Win goes to Tonkla to inform him because he wants to prove him that there are still good cops (or maybe to himself too let's be real - here's hoping we will see the first Dr Sammon cop to say ACAB and leave the force at the end)

Tonkla spiraling, high and guilty sleps with Win (SIDE NOTE: This is the second time my boy asked to be fucked raw I swear to god if by the end of the series nobody grants his request once - me la lego al dito - not sure how to translate that in english but the phrase is an idiom that is used to say "I'll remember that")

Win goes to Uni to see a girl to get info on the murder and gets a weird threatening message instead left by a different student that we don't see the face off.

I have highlighted in red my comments over problems and issues I have with this theory. But there is more problems:

Why are we seeing just Tonkla and Win in the second timeline?

Why didn't the timeline split before when Great saw the woman?

Did the timeline split before?

Are we going to see Tonkla non grieving at some point in the timeline where Dome is alive if that is indeed his brother?

Did we just not see Dome ask for his family because the scene was fast and he was tired/confused?

If all the visions are moments where Great made a bad decision the first time around (aka Past two) then doesn't it mean that Great was in each and everyone of those moments the first time around as well? and made a slightly different decision?

What does that mean in terms of Tyme and Great meeting, if he never stopped with the woman he never went to the hospital and if he never saved Dome then he never went to the hospital the second time. Tyme and him wouldn't have meet? But we know they meet because Great is seeing images of them having sex from the future/present timeline.

If Dome is Tonkla's brother does that mean that in Past 1 Win is not involved in the case/never meet Tonkla? Are we going to see them meet again a second time?

[starrystevie]

something about eddie being obsessed with the stars. growing up in a place with no light pollution, just miles and miles of endless stars in the night sky. learning constellations and their stories, learning about planets and black holes, learning about the moon and her mysteries, learning whatever he can about the endless options of better worlds and galaxies that the infinite of space has to offer.

something about eddie moving to hawkins which is kind of in the middle of nowhere but there's still plenty of lights at night that make it hard to see all of his stars. he climbs on top of big rocks and trailer roofs and as high as he can go in that one oak tree behind mr. johnson's house because he wants to feel closer to the stars he can just barely see. he yearns for the moon, charts her phases and where she would be in the skies back home if he was still there and he can almost remember what it smelt like in the fields he laid in as he watched her travel amongst the stars.

something about eddie growing up, forgetting about his love for the stars, forgetting his love for the opportunities of space. he lives in new fantastical worlds of monsters and dragons that seem more tangible than his stars will ever be to him again. he grows up and feels like a falling star of his own, searching for a place to land while he burns up, burns out, fades to nothing. thinks he's a black hole, taking in more and more space junk until he feels so full of bad that he implodes on himself.

something about eddie finding the constellations he loves on a boy that he finds he loves even more. in his moles and freckles and dusting of spots, he finds orion on his shoulder and pegusus on the side of his neck. he finds corona borealis in his big brown eyes as they sparkle in the sunshine and cassiopeia as they shine in the moonlight. he sees the endless possibilities that space holds in the way that this boy makes him feel. he makes eddie unstoppable, a shooting star that's burning bright with no desire to fade away.

it's steve, he realizes one night as he hunts for hercules on the top of wayne's trailer. he's my stars.