#she’s def using this to her advantage

[eliteseven]

I'm actively going through the game so I hope you don't mind me sending you unhinged asks but like. do you ever think that, when Shadowheart violently shakes the astral prism as one of her idles in camp, that the dream visitor gets shaken too? I think that would be very very funny

Tav meets with the guardian during a dream and the guardian is like "PLEASE tell her to stop, it's making me sick :("

Lmaoooo Shadowheart every time Tav or the Dream Guardian brings up using the Illithid powers after this realization:

[dulcewrites]

The way fmo reader is gonna drag tf out of Aegon for even putting that idea in Aemond’s head

[chloexquinn]

Following his lead Chloe sat down and scooted next to him hugging her legs to her chest. One trait that most people would be surprised to find out that Chloe had was loyalty. Though that was only because she was loyal to those she trusted and many people didn't give her a reason. Gaining Chloe's trust wasn't something that was easy or that most would see as attainable, however given the feelings she had for Jake he was able to get a little head start on that. "Oh, we're not going over there but I do know some people that would be able to help us out." She couldn't help but smile at the thought. Chloe was well aware that her and Jake on the Southside would stick out like sore thumbs, regardless of if they were looking for trouble or not they would find it. It wouldn't be difficult to find someone to be their eyes and ears, at least not for her.

"That's me." She agreed, the smile still lingering on her face. "I wouldn't say that. This badass has been badass." She turned her face towards the fire feeling the comfort of its warmth spread across her cheeks. If she was being honest she got most of her headstrong and stubborn nature from her mother, who she hadn't spoken to in years, but that was another story. Her dad was more logical and cautious which also did take up from him. She raised her eyebrows at Jake in surprise. "Someone's eager." She responded nudging him playfully. Pushing her lips to the corner of her mouth Chloe thought for a few seconds. If they carried out this plan tonight, what bases would they not have covered? "If we do, we need to change change first. We both scream East Mount right now and if anyone sees us we need to be as unidentifiable as possible. And if we're breaking into his place we need to make sure there aren't any security systems or cameras."

Jake wasn't the type of person to put his trust in people too quickly. He was very careful about who he let in his inner circle. With Chloe, however, he was buying everything she was selling. For whatever reason, she gained his complete trust and he couldn't see her betraying him for Tyler — or Damien, if they were to decide to use him as a scapegoat for their scheming. Chloe seemed to be on Jake's side wholeheartedly, he was willing to let his guard down and follow her into Hellmouth.

"You're right. Tyler has a habit of digging his own grave. But it won't hurt to speed up the process." Jake sat by the fire and gestures for her sit a little closer as the ocean carries a cool breeze across the shadowy beach. "I don't think we would blend in very well on the south side. I'd probably get robbed in ten seconds." The south side was the epicenter of gang-life and where most crimes were committed. "You're not afraid of anything huh? Guess daddy detective raised one hell of a bad ass." Jake wondered what her upbringing might've looked like from the outside. Was her house warm and loving or was it a never-ending cycle of bootcamp exercises and tyrannized commands.

"So then maybe we should sneak into his office and break into his files. He should be out of the house tonight. You heard the police call. All hands on deck. The whole station is on Seth Branson's back right now. Perfect time to strike, Bonnie."

[dollyfiles]

INTRODUCING.. RAVEN!READER ₊˚⊹♡

barry’s little sister. dealer the girlies trust. deftones. tattoos. addict. grillz. anger issues. silver jewelry. dating frat!rafe.

RAVEN!READER who is known around kildare for her temper and not being afraid to fight, especially when it comes to defending her brother or rafe. the kind of person who gets attention everywhere she goes, making not only rafe dizzy.

RAVEN!READER who isn’t made to stay in anyones shadow. starting off by running errands for barry, now turned into having her own loyal customers by using the advantage that girls in obx are easily overlooked as potential buyers. now being the go-to dealer for the kook girls.

RAVEN!READER and rafe who ground eachother, giving the other a sense of stability they don’t get elsewhere. in rafe’s eyes, she is untouchable, the only person who's ever truly matched his energy. and even if they fight like enemies, there's no denying they're made for each other.

RAVEN!READER who treasures her black gibson les paul guitar, even if she doesn’t play it often, also saving up for her dream motorbike. def sneaks into places she shouldn’t be at. 100% a girls-girl, the most loyal friend you could ever find.

fics

꩜ raven!reader jerking off frat!rafe at a party

꩜ frat!rafe calling up raven!reader for coke again

꩜ raven!reader and frat!rafe fucking in the back of his truck

.ᐟ credit/inspo for the layout goes out to my beautiful mutual @rafesangelita (check out her stuff, it’s amazing)

[luvst4rc0r3]

Lovesick!Jinx hcs

WARNINGS: Mention of murder, manipulative behavior?

NOTE: There is no set gender so GN!Reader

WORD COUNT:200

•When you first start dating Jinx she acts nonchalant.

•You’re the one following her.

•But when she actually gets comfortable in the relationship you start realizing she acts like she can’t breathe without you.

•She acts like your her air.

•Now she is the one following you.

(Def makes it looks like your the one following her)

•But you got her wrapped around your finger now.

•You could say that you were cold and she would give you her jacket even if that meant freezing

•You can say to her that you want her to kill someone and she’ll do it in the blink of an eye.

•But Jinx would also be oblivious if you were showing any red flags

•She could be so easily manipulated and you could use that to your advantage.

•But you wouldn’t do that right?

(Random note I might make a fanfic about the 2 head canons above)

•Whenever someone looks at you a little too long she gives them a glare and kisses your cheek to say that you are hers.

•She would be terrified if you got hurt because of an idiot in Zaun. So she crafts you a weapon for your defense

I have so much more I want to write but I’m too tired soooo GOODNIGHT

I want sleep

[stevie-petey]

episode two: trick or treat, freak

 “Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?” Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,” “It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.” “I…” You can’t.  Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”

Summary: you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.

Rating: general, slight cursing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight sexual harassment (billy corners reader and is gross), cursing, alcohol

Words: 7.9k

Before you swing in: hello ! new chapter, we've arrived at halloween !! i finally get to have a fun authors note comment: i crashed my car lol. i'm fine tho and i hope yall enjoy and like what ive done and changed a bit with this episode. i had fun coming up with costume ideas for the reader, i think the character fits her well :) and before i go: i start school next week, so updates will def be coming a bit slower after this. anyways, happy reading !

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The Henderson house is pure chaos morning of Halloween. 

Dustin is running around the house, screaming about how his costume has to be absolutely perfect and that if you don’t hurry up with the jack-o-lantern pancakes then he’s going to just leave without eating breakfast. Meanwhile your mother is running after him, straightening his suit and tidying his hair. 

“The pancakes are almost done, my god.” You flip the last pancake, but in your rush the jack-o-lantern’s smile turns into more of a grimace, but hey, food is food. You quickly set Dustin’s plate down on the table and practically shove him into the seat. 

“Eat.”

“But my proton blaster–”

“Is on the steps, I’ll grab it. Eat, I want pictures with you.” You kiss the top of your brother’s head and then run over to grab his costume’s prop. 

“I’m thirteen now, I don’t need my sister doting on me–” Dustin complains, but then his eyes land on the mini Reese’s Pieces you’ve decorated his pancakes with and quickly changes his tone. “Oh! Candies! Yummy!”

You laugh at him and bring his backpack over. The Ghostbusters matching costume idea that boys have planned for today makes you want to just sweep them all into your arms and kiss their tiny little faces. They may be getting older with crushes and angsty feelings, but they’re still the same nerdy little boys you met when you were twelve. 

Dustin wolfs down his pancakes and your mom prepares her camera. You woke up earlier than usual this morning specifically so that you could make Dustin’s annual Halloween pancakes and then take pictures of him with his costume on. As soon as he’s done eating, you and your mom whisk him towards the fireplace for pictures. 

“Oh, I want to see those pearls!” Your mother squeals as she takes a million pictures of Dustin. When he smiles, she loses her mind. “Yeah! Lovely, I love it!”

You’re just as ecstatic as your mom. “Who you gonna call Dustin?”

“Ghostbusters!” He sings along, holding up his proton blaster with an even wider smile on his face. 

It’s a happy morning. 

Dustin puts on a show as he poses for your mom, and you even join in for some. Sure, you aren’t in costume, but who knows how many more mornings like these you have left? Dustin is getting older, all the boys are, so you plan on cherishing these mornings for as long as possible. 

You and Dustin are giggling as you now stand back to back, him holding his blaster and you holding up finger guns, and your mom is taking multiple final pictures when Jonathan arrives. He knocks on the door before letting himself in. When he sees you and Dustin posing, he starts loudly belting the Ghostbusters song. 

“God, bee. At least let my coffee kick in before you subject me to your horrible singing.” You playfully groan, grabbing your own backpack and pancakes to eat on the road. 

Jonathan ignores your teasing and ruffles Dustin’s hair. “Nice costume, bud.”

Dustin, seemingly still holding a grudge against the guy after your conversation from last night, slaps his hand away and glares at him. “Don’t mess up the hair.”

Your brother proceeds to stare Jonathan down, gives him an “I’m watching you” gesture, and then walks out the front door without any further words. You, Jonathan, and your mom all stand in the living room in varying states of emotions. You’re trying not to laugh at your brother’s antics, your mom is happily looking at the photos she took, and Jonathan is standing there in complete confusion. 

“What was that about?” He asks you, slightly hurt by Dustin’s rebuff. 

“Shhh,” you hand him a plate of pancakes and then walk towards the front door. “Let’s get to school, bee.”

– 

At school, the mullet guy from yesterday finds you at your locker as soon as Jonathan has walked away. The two of you had been running behind schedule, so you’d told Jonathan to head to first period so at least he’d be on time while you tried to find your history textbook. 

As you’re digging through your locker, the mullet guy stalks up behind you. 

“I never got your name,” he says with a breathy voice, standing way too close behind you. 

You straighten your back, but don’t turn around. You know that if you do, the guy will only get a kick out of having your face close to his. “You never asked.”

“So there’s some sass to you underneath all that sweetness.” His breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver, but in a way that makes you feel dirty and unclean. 

“What do you want?” You ask the guy, your fingers wrapping around the textbook that you’ve finally found. If needed, you’re sure it’ll make a handy weapon. It’s only you and the guy in the hallway. Everyone else has holed up in class and you’re now regretting sending Jonathan away. You feel trapped, vulnerable, and you hate it. 

Mullet man chuckles deeply, his voice reverberating against your back. “Nothing yet. Just thought I’d introduce myself to such a pretty face.” 

You don’t say anything, your fingers only tighten around your textbook. If he gets any closer, you’ll swing. 

Though you can’t see him, you can feel his eyes flicker to your textbook and he lets out another cruel laugh. “Loosen up, sweetheart, I won’t hurt ya.” You don’t move, and he seems to get another kick out of this. “My name is Billy. Remember that for me, alright?”

Finally Billy steps away from you and you slowly release all the tension that’s built up within you. You still don’t turn around, he hasn’t left yet, but your hands are shaking a bit and you feel unsteady. 

“Would you do me a favor, Billy?” Your voice is steady, there’s no trace of the fear within you.

“I’m listening,” Billy is practically purring and you want to gag at how much his cockiness oozes around you. 

You turn, now finally facing him, and slam your textbook against Billy’s chest. “Learn some fucking personal space.” 

Billy’s only reaction is a smile, which only makes you more uncomfortable, but you refuse to show him this. Instead, you square your shoulders and walk towards your first class. You’ve dealt with assholes in the past; you’ve known Steve Harrington since you were twelve. But Billy is different. 

You’re not sure if you want to find out just how different he is from Steve. 

– 

Another small highlight of your school year so far has been your study sessions in the library with Nancy resuming. The two of you had drifted apart this summer, you just rarely ever saw the girl in between your hectic work schedule and her dates with Steve, but from the first day of junior she’s helped you with your math equations and you’ve helped her with her English essays. 

It’s a good trade off and you’ve enjoyed spending time with the girl. Unlike last year, Jonathan doesn’t join anymore. He can’t be too close with her now that she’s back with Steve. So, it’s just you and her for an hour every day during study hall. It’s nice, if you’re being honest.

Today though there’s something off with Nancy. 

She’s been tapping her pencil on the table for the last few minutes. Right before you can politely ask her to stop, the tip of the pencil snaps in half. She sighs. “Shit,” 

“There’s a sharpener over by the window,” you point towards the general direction. “Sharpen your pencil before these equations officially end my life.”

Nancy laughs, excusing herself and walks over to the sharpener. 

You focus back on your homework, the equations swimming around in your brain. It’s not that you’re necessarily bad at math, but you’re no whiz at it either. You get lost in the practice problems, erasing and re-erasing frequently, and you don’t realize just how long Nancy has been gone until she returns. She sits down, and you’re about to make a horrible joke about how stupid it is to find x, when you notice how shaken Nancy looks. 

“Woah, hey.” You set your pencil down and turn your attention to Nancy. “Are you okay? You look upset.” 

Nancy looks towards one of the library’s private study rooms and you see Steve’s retreating figure. You gather that something’s happened between them, but it confuses you because they’ve been nothing but lovey dovey ever since they got back together. What could possibly cause strife between them? 

“C’mon, you can talk to me. I’m known for my fantastic advice.” You probe again, and this time Nancy lets out a soft chuckle. 

“It’s… complicated.” 

“Take all the time you need. I’ve been stuck on question five for like, twenty minutes now. Any distractions are welcomed.” 

Now Nancy lets out a genuine laugh and you find yourself laughing as well. The storminess behind her eyes from earlier has lessened, she looks more relaxed now. Once she’s done laughing, she takes a deep breath and starts from the beginning. “Steve and I have been having dinner with Barb’s parents.”

When Barb’s name leaves Nancy’s lips, you feel your stomach twist with guilt. Had you known this would be about Barb, you wouldn’t have pestered Nancy so much into speaking. You know how much she misses her best friend still, no one blames her. 

“Well that sounds nice,” you try to comfort. “I’m sure they appreciate your company.”

Nancy bites her lip and looks away from you. “They wouldn’t if they knew Steve and I killed Barb.”

Shock washes over you. “Can I ask for some context?”

“Steve and I… When I forced Barb to come to his stupid party with me, we–we left her alone that night. By the pool…” Nancy’s voice cracks, and you grab her hand to encourage her to keep going. “We went upstairs to have sex, and Barb–she didn’t want me to leave her alone but I–I did and–”

You remember the photos Jonathan took last year, specifically the one where Barb had been sitting all by herself along the pool’s edge. Behind her had been a shadowy figure, a monster you soon would learn was from an alternate dimension with an intent to kill. 

“You think Barb died because you left her alone to go have sex with Steve.” You finish for Nancy, her tears rendering her unable to say more. 

She nods, looking away again as more tears stream down her face. You feel horrible for her, knowing first hand just how cruelly guilt can eat away at someone. Jonathan doesn’t know this, but you still think you’re the reason Will disappeared last year. You were the one who left him alone that night. If you had been there, if you had dropped him off at the Byers’ doorstep, you’re sure that he would’ve never ended up facing the horrors that he did. 

As for Nancy, you understand everything she’s feeling and more. It isn’t fair how one simple choice, one moment of selfishness, can lead to such tragedy and pain. 

Cautiously, you ask Nancy a question. “Does Steve know about the guilt you feel?” 

“He knows, but he doesn’t understand.” Nancy’s voice laces with grief and bitterness. “He found me by the pencil sharpener. There was this girl, she looked so much like Barb and I just… I zoned out. I was stuck there, thinking about her, when he found me.” 

“Did he notice you were upset?”

“Of course he noticed. He’s Steve, I could shed a single tear and he’d be all over me like I’m some baby.” Nancy scoffs, which makes you frown. You’re not sure what’s so wrong with that, having someone so attuned to your emotions because they love you that deeply. 

You push aside your thoughts, however. “What happened, then?”

“We went into a study room and I snapped.” Nancy’s close to tears again. “I just… I want to tell Barb’s parents what really happened. They’re selling their house, Y/N. They’re selling their own home to afford this private detective who promised them he’d find out what happened to her. What–what kind of person would I be if I let my best friend’s parents go bankrupt for being worried about their only child?”

“Nancy…”

“And Steve, he just… He told me it was a bad idea, that–that our families could get hurt and all that bullshit, but what am I supposed to do? I’m trying to figure something out, to fix this, and Steve just wants to go to some stupid party and pretend everything is okay?” Nancy is almost shouting now, and you nervously look around to make sure you're not disturbing anyone. It’s still a library, after all.

Nancy takes a few seconds to collect herself, to steady her breathing and control her anger. You let her take all the time she needs, and when she seems calm enough, you speak. “I understand where you’re coming from and why you’re upset. What happened to Barb is despicable, but… Well, I also agree with Steve.” 

“Y/N–”

“No, okay. Listen for a second,” you pause, trying to figure out exactly how to say what you’re thinking. “I think Steve means well, he doesn’t have a malicious bone in that silly body. The Halloween party can be a good thing for you if you let it, a way to destress. You have to move on, you have to allow yourself to move on.”

Nancy tries to argue some more but you continue. “I understand your guilt better than anyone else, I was the one who lost Will that night. But we all signed those contracts, Nancy. If we told anyone what really happened to Barb… It wouldn’t be fair to everyone who gets hurt, all our family members, because we broke a legal oath. You understand that, right?”

“I understand, but it’s not fucking fair.” Nancy’s eyes have a determination in them that startles you. You’ve always known that she was fierce, but seeing the edge in her eyes almost scares you. She’s angry, more than you’ve ever seen her before. 

You sigh. “I know, I wish I could do more, but…”

Nancy nods, understanding that there’s not much else you guys can do. You hate to let her down like this, you know she needs to hear something else, to feel supported, but you don’t know what else to tell her. 

Steve’s right in his own way, and so is Nancy. 

“Can you at least come to the party tonight?” Nancy softly pleads. “It’s just, I’ll feel more comfortable with you there, like I’m less crazy… I mean, that is if you even want to come and–”

“Of course I’ll come, Nance.” You don’t even hesitate to promise her this, nor do you realize that you’ve just called her “Nance”. It slipped from your tongue naturally, as if solidifying your friendship with the girl. You hate parties and loud crowds, but if Nancy needs you there by her side, to hold her hand and remind her of how brave she is, then you’ll happily do so. 

Nancy sinks into her seat, relieved. “Thank you, I owe you one.”

“I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

Nancy throws a piece of paper at you and you dodge it, throwing your pencil at her in retaliation. The two of you break out into a fit of giggles until the librarian eventually snaps at you guys and reminds you to be quiet. 

You reluctantly get back to work, and as you’re writing down more complex equations, you notice that there’s still a far off look in Nancy’s eyes. You know that she’s still thinking about Barb, the guilt eating away at her, and you know that the topic is far from settled.

–  

Halloween has arrived when Jonathan drops you off at home from school. There’s already kids milling around up and down your block in an assortment of costumes, all squealing with joy as they collect their candy. 

“Meet you in two hours?” You ask Jonathan as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

“Yeah, but remember that I’m not wearing a costume.”

“C’mon, bee! It’s Halloween, where’s your holiday spirit?”

Jonathan groans. “Nag at me all you want, I’m not dressing up. I will, however, offer to be your arm candy.” 

“That’s the spirit!” You kiss Jonathan’s cheek and run out of the car and straight into your house. You have two hours to wrap up goodie bags for the neighborhood kids and then get dressed in your costume. It’ll be a tight schedule, but luckily you’re off of work tonight. 

It takes you about an hour to assort all your gift bags, separating the boys’ bags from the local kids’ bags, and before you know it you’ve successfully hand packaged goodie bags for an entire army. Once you’re done, you run to your room and throw on your costume. The dress slips over your head and settles gently over you.

You stand in front of your mirror and smile. 

It’s perfect. 

You’re going as Princess Buttercup tonight for Halloween. You read the Princess Bride around the end of summer and quickly fell in love with Buttercup. You’re not sure if you fell in love with the character because you read the book right after pushing Steve away, or because you saw yourself in Buttercup, but you came to adore her. 

Buttercup may have been a bit ditzy, but she loved with everything within her, and with such a passion, that you couldn’t help but admire her. It was her love for others that ultimately drove the story further, and you think there’s something beautiful about that. 

The red dress fits perfectly around you and you grab the gold chain that will serve as your belt. Once you’ve secured it around yourself, you place Buttercup’s golden circlet around your head. The costume had been pricier than you would’ve preferred, but as you stand in front of the mirror, you truly do feel like a princess. 

Your bee necklace, a wonderful gift from Jonathan, catches light from your window and you smile, bringing your fingers up to the pendant. It’s the only jewelry you need.

“Y/N! Are you almost done? Will radioed that they’d be here soon.” Dustin pounds on your door. 

You fling the door open. “I’m done, I just need to put on some makeup.”

Your brother makes a face as he walks into your room and plops himself down onto the beanbag. “You own makeup?”

“Yes, dear brother. I’d wear it more often if I had the time, but between herding you around and my school assignments, I can’t.” You dig through your makeup bag, opting for just mascara and a shimmery pearl eyeshadow. You’ll put on your lipstick in the car to save some time. 

“This doesn’t have anything to do with Jonathan, does it?”

You roll your eyes at Dustin. “No, believe it or not I can choose to do things without the influence of others.”

“Hmm, alright. Hurry up though, Mike had this awesome plan to hit up every house with the big candy bars and–”

“Dustin!” You throw a pillow at the boy, shutting him up. “Shush so I can focus.”

He grumbles but remains silent, now watching as you put your makeup on. It’s been a while since you’ve last worn any, so you’re slower than usual. Just as you’re finishing up your mascara, a car honks outside. 

Dustin runs out the room and you quickly grab your lipstick and follow after him. You’re wearing your mother’s mary janes again and they pinch your feet as you run, but whatever. You feel pretty tonight, you’re somebody else for now, a princess free from any burdens and stress. 

Jonathan is standing outside his car, waiting for you, and when you see him you practically fling yourself in his arms. “You dressed as Westley!”

He spins you around a bit, his plastic sword hitting against his leg. “You wanted me to wear a costume, right?”

You nod, inspecting his costume with glee. He looks amazing, dressed in Westley’s iconic all black attire, his sword by his side, and a mask tied loosely around his neck. To anyone else, Jonathan would look like a regular guy with an affinity for black, but to you, he was dressed as your knight in shining armor. 

He’s the Westley to your Princess Buttercup. 

Jonathan kisses your knuckles. “Well then, as you wish.”

His words are smooth velvet against your skin, they warm you as the late October air encases you. As you wish, words that became their own I love you within the book. A promise, similar to the one Jonathan made you last year in the passenger seat of his car, pinkies intertwined. 

Something stirs within you, seeing Jonathan’s proud smirk on his face because he’s once again managed to surprise you, and the feeling is sickly sweet like syrup. It runs through you slowly, covering every inch of you, and you bask in it.

For now, he’s still yours. 

“Can we go now? You guys are gross.” Dustin calls from the car, annoyed. 

You and Jonathan spring apart in embarrassment. He laughs, rubs the back of his neck, and tells you, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“Why thank you,” you curtsy. “You look rather dashing yourself, good sir.”

“I wasn’t kidding. You look… you’re beautiful.” The sincerity in Jonathan’s voice cuts through you, it cuts through everything between you, and you can only smile. 

“Thanks, bee.” You try to keep your voice playful, light and airy as always. “Now, open my door like the brave hero you’re dressed as.” 

Jonathan opens your door with a bow, causing you to laugh. You’re sitting in the backseat with Dustin, Will is in the passenger seat, and once you’ve buckled up, Will spins around in his seat to talk to you as Jonathan starts the car.

“Do you think it’s lame that you and Jonathan trick-or-treat with us?

You blink. “What did I miss?”

“I think it’s kinda lame,” Dustin voices next to you, but he lets out a pained squeak after you’ve elbowed his ribs. 

Jonathan turns onto the main road and scoffs at the boys. “You think we’re lame?”

“No, but…” Will sinks into his seat, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with the strap of his bag. He’s nervous. “It’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

Jonathan’s silent, and you catch his eye in the rear view mirror. You know what he’s thinking: Will has been having even more problems in school, he’s sick of being babied, and yet here you guys are, babying him. 

You sigh. “Look, Will. We like trick-or-treating with you guys, we don’t go are your babysitters. We go because it’s fun and I get to enjoy free candy as a sixteen year old.” 

Will looks out the window and doesn’t acknowledge what you’ve said. You sigh again, knowing that nothing will appease him. He’s only allowed you to see a small portion of how much he’s struggled this year, but you can see his foundations crumbling. 

How is he expected to adapt if you and everyone around him refuse to let him do so?

You catch Jonathan’s eye again in the rear view mirror and he seems to be thinking the same thing. 

Mike and Lucas run out the Wheeler’s house as soon as you guys park in the driveway. Dustin immediately bolts out the door to greet them, obviously uncomfortable with all the tension, leaving you and Jonathan with Will.

Jonathan looks at you one last time and you nod your head in encouragement. He has to do this, he has to let Will grow on his own. 

“Hey, listen.” Jonathan says, stopping Will from leaving. “If I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?”

Will’s face lights up. “Yeah! Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”

“9:30?”

You reach over and pat Will’s back. “Now you’re pushin’ it, buddy.”

“What Y/N said. Be back by 9:00.” Jonathan instructs, but there’s a fond smile on his face. “Deal?”

“Deal!”

The brothers shake on it and you watch them with a smile. Jonathan hands Will one of Bob’s cameras and makes a poor Dracula joke and you love these boys so much. You wave goodbye to Will as he quickly gets out of the car and runs over to his friends. There’s a new skip in his step, he’s happier than you’ve seen him in a while.

“Alright,” you crawl over the passenger seat and plop yourself in rather ungracefully. “I’d say that went well.”

“We made the right choice, right?”

“I hope so.”

Jonathan sighs and watches the kids, who have now started hitting each other with their candy bags. You flip down the windscreen and use the small mirror in it to apply your lipstick. When Jonathan sees what you’re doing, he does a double take.

“Wait, are you putting on lipstick?”

“Mhm,” you knit your brows together, focused. “We’re going to a party.”

“We are?”

“Nancy begged me to come, and we just left the boys to go trick-or-treating on their own, so what else are we supposed to do tonight?”

“Nancy begged you to come–”

You finish your lipstick and flick Jonathan’s nose to shut him up. “Stop asking so many questions and just start the car, doofus.”

– 

The Halloween party is in full swing by the time you and Jonathan arrive. There’s a bunch of drunk teens in an array of costumes, ranging from classic heroes to dumb movie references, and the music is so loud you could hear it while you were still five blocks away. 

Jonathan parks the car and looks around wearily. “Are we really doing this?”

“Unfortunately I hate disappointing people, so yeah. We are.”

“One day your people pleasing needs will get you in trouble.”

“I will stab you with your plastic sword.”

“So sweet to me,” Jonathan quips, which you roll your eyes at. 

As you’re walking to the front door, you hear a crowd chanting Billy’s name. You freeze, knowing it could only be that awful mullet guy from earlier, and quickly shove Jonathan inside the house. 

“Who’s Billy?” He asks, confused.

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, let’s try to find Nancy–”

“Nice costume.” A girl dressed in goth attire interrupts you, her eyes only on Jonathan. 

Oh great. Another girl interested in Jonathan. 

Jonathan looks between you and the girl. “Huh?” 

“Nice costume. Going as a goth with a sword?”

“Actually,” you step in front of Jonathan now, forcing the girl to acknowledge your presence. “We’re matching. He’s Westley, I’m Princess Buttercup. Do you like it?”

The goth girl rolls her eyes. “Yeah, totally.” She steps past you and faces Jonathan again. “I’m Samantha.”

Jonathan is again looking between you and the girl, this time with even more fear and confusion on his face, and you almost want to laugh at him in pity. He’s never had a girl so blatantly hit on him, it’s almost hilarious if you ignore the fact that you’re in love with him. 

You leave Jonathan to handle the situation himself, scanning the room for Nancy. When you finally spot her, your heart sinks. She’s dancing with Steve, who looks fucking criminally good in his costume. You’re not sure who he’s dressed as, but he puts his Raybans in his mouth and smirks at Nancy and suddenly you understand why so many girls whisper in the halls about his lips. 

Nancy looks even better, her white blouse accentuating her beauty even more. She’s dancing with her arms around Steve and now you suddenly really want a drink. Seems like they’ve made up, then. 

Right as you’re about to pull Jonathan away from that Samantha girl and call it quits for the night, defeated and pride wounded, you see Steve and Nancy begin to argue over by the punchbowl.

Shit. 

You head towards them, shoving past hoards of people who seem to refuse to move. Nancy sees you approaching and only seems to become more upset. Her movement is unsteady, her eyes droopy and glossed over, and even before you walk up to her you know she’s heavily drunk. She’s in a tug of war with Steve and a cup. It’s clear he’s trying to cut off her alcohol intake.

“Hey, Nancy is everything okay–” Your words are cut off as punch splashes all over her white blouse.

Everyone around the couple gasps, and you wince at all the attention. Everyone stares between you, Steve, and Nancy. You quickly find some napkins and begin blotting at her blouse, trying to get as much of the punch out of it, but she drunkenly bats you away. 

“Don’t need help,” she slurs, but you shush her. 

“I got it, why don’t we go get some water?”

Steve steps in front of you now, aware of the fact that everyone is still staring, and says his first words to you in months. “She’s my girlfriend, I’ll take care of her. Just… just go, Y/N.” 

He dismisses you with a wave and you feel hurt wash over you. He hadn’t even spared you a single glance, he just treated you like some annoying fly in his way. You watch, defeated, as Steve guides Nancy to a room and you’re left alone at a party you hadn’t even wanted to go to in the first place. 

How fun. 

You crumble up one of the napkins in your hand and will away your anger. You don’t deserve to feel angry at Steve’s actions, you’re the one who was so dismissive of him in the first place. He’s just following along, doing what you’ve forced him to do. 

As you’re lost in thought, Billy corners you in the kitchen.

“We meet again, sweetheart.” His breath reeks of alcohol and you cringe, the smell burning your nose. 

“Didn’t I tell you to learn some goddamn personal space?” 

Billy laughs dryly, stepping forward every time you take a step back. Too late, you realize what he’s doing. Before you can stop it, he has your back pressed against a nearby wall. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You look around, but everyone who had been in the kitchen earlier seems to have left or are far too drunk to realize what’s happening. Billy is peering over you and every part of you wants to run away, to cower. You’ve never been able to handle aggressive men well, no matter how much of a front you put on around Lonnie, you always trembled when he was near. 

Billy is no different, and he sees your unease. “Aw, is the princess nervous?”

“I’m surprised Max taught you what a princess looks like.”

At the mention of Max’s name, Billy’s cocky grin slips. Confusion masks his face now, making him appear more human than obnoxiously handsome. “So you know my little sister?”

You try to shove past him, but Billy plants his feet down and places both arms against the wall, trapping you. He’s surrounded you, he wants a reaction out of you. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to steady your heartbeat and appear indifferent. 

“I have my ways,” you shrug, but your heartbeat still pounds rapidly. 

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Pretty and intelligent. Why, look at you. I’m impressed, and yet I still don’t know your name.”

You try again to move, but Billy leans his head down and brings his lips to your ear to whisper, “I’ll beg for it, if you want me to.”

“Get off–” He’s too close. He’s too fucking close and his lips against your ear makes you want to throw up, you don’t like this and you feel so fucking pathetic being cornered by such an egotistical asshole. 

“Tell me your name, and I’ll go.” There’s a smile in Billy’s voice, you can hear it without even having to look, and it enrages you. You fucking hate men like him. 

“Just get the fuck off of me–” You’ve closed your eyes now as you shove harshly against his chest.

Suddenly there’s a thud, a loud “oomph”, and a collective gasp from onlookers at the party. Your hands meet the air, there’s now no one there to push against. Slowly, open your eyes. There, standing in front of you, is Steve holding a very angry Jonathan back while Billy is on the ground.

Jonathan yanks his arm free from Steve and stands over Billy, who is laying on the ground with yet another unnerving smile on his face. Your friend shakes his fist out, which you now see is red, Billy’s face showcases a matching mark. “She told you to get off of her.” 

A silence falls over the crowd.

Billy slowly stands up, wipes himself off, and then takes a bow. “Not bad, loner boy.”

Jonathan tries to step closer to him, but Steve grabs his shirt and shakes his head. “He’s not worth it, man.” 

“And what do you know about worth, Harrington?” Billy chuckles, now practically in Steve’s face. “Where’s that little girlfriend of yours? You should go ask her what she thinks you’re worth.” 

Steve’s face hardens, but you can see dried tears in his eyes. Seeing him about to crumble, you step between the boys. “Enough.”

They look at you, but you ignore them and then wave to the crowd of people still watching. “Show’s over! Go back to drinking away your sorry fucking lives.”

Jonathan pulls you close to him. “Bug, are you okay? Did he hurt you? We need to go home, I’ll bake you brownies and we can just–”

Jonathan’s concerned rambling is enough to make you smile, albeit faintly. “I’m fine, bee.”

Billy observes the interaction, he notices how Steve’s eyes flicker between your interlocked hands with Jonathan and the way your hair frames your pretty face. He sees it all, and he understands exactly what’s happening here. 

“Oh, Harrington.” Billy can’t wait to see what happens next. “You’re fucked.”

Steve watches as Billy leaves, confused by his words but too tired to think much of them. He’s had the worst fucking night of his life. His girlfriend just told him she doesn’t love him, then he came outside to see Billy pressing himself against you like some fucking creep. He hadn’t even gotten to help you, Jonathan had beaten him to it. All Steve could do was hold the guy back afterwards. 

Now Jonathan is holding your hands and whispering comforting words to you and you’re dressed in Steve’s favorite color, your lips an even prettier red, you’re wearing a goddamn tiara on your head like the princess you truly are, and Steve’s had just about enough of tonight. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N.” Steve tells you tiredly. He then turns to Jonathan. “Uh, Nance and I sorta… Can you just, give her a ride home? She doesn’t…”

Steve’s words catch in his throat and you grab his hand before you can stop yourself. “He’ll take her, won’t you, Jonathan?”

Jonathan stumbles over his words. “Sure, uh. Yeah, I can do that… What about you, though?”

You think about your conversation with Nancy earlier, how she seemed so upset with Steve, and how not even ten minutes ago they’d been fighting over by the punchbowl. There’s a hurt between them, one you think may be too big to patch up with just one conversation, but Jonathan doesn’t know all of this. 

“I’ll drive Steve home.”

Both boys stare at you like you’re insane, and honestly? You can’t blame them. 

You haven’t spoken to Steve in months, and Jonathan knows this better than anyone. 

“Y/N,” Steve lowers his voice. “I haven’t had anything to drink, there’s no need–”

“Too bad. I’m taking you home. Jonathan, go find Nancy and make sure she gets back okay.”

Jonathan and Steve try to argue, but you yank Steve’s hand and make him come with you. It’s long past time the two of you had a talk, anyways.

– 

When you exit the house, the weight of everything that’s just happened catches up to you. Your skin still feels raw, Billy’s presence lingering on you. Steve’s hand is warm in yours, but he isn’t holding on the way you secretly hoped he would. Jonathan’s confused and concerned eyes remain in the back of your mind, the image of him standing alone in the party makes you feel guilty. 

But you have to do this. You’re tired of being a coward.

Steve is silent as he guides you to his car. He’s parked pretty far, which you hadn’t been expecting. “What, do you not get a special parking spot as King Steve?”

He ignores your attempt at a joke and instead drops your hand. 

Okay. You deserved that. 

When you get to his car, Steve throws you the keys and silently gets into the passenger seat. You inhale, willing this to end well, and get in the driver’s seat. You start the car and the engine warms your fingertips. 

You start to drive. 

Steve is looking out the window, and you’ve never seen him appear so small. He’s closed into himself, his shoulders are hunched and his carefree smile from earlier is gone. 

“Not to make this awkward, but I kinda don’t know where you live.” You break the silence.

“Make a left up here.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened tonight–”

“Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?”

Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,”

“It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.”

“I…” You can’t. 

Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”

You take a shaky breath. You knew this would be hard, but it still hurts more than you thought it would’ve. While you can’t tell Steve everything, you can offer him a half truth. It’s all you can afford, and it isn’t nearly half of what he deserves, but it’s all you can do. “I got scared.”

Your confession causes Steve to turn to you. “Scared?”

“Yeah, scared.”

“Gee, Y/N. That really explains a ton.”

You’re losing him again, so you offer him more. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am. It’s just… I got scared, I’ve never been good at letting people in. I know it doesn’t excuse my actions, and you didn’t deserve any of it, but you just… You scared me.”

Steve is silent again, only mumbling a quiet, “Turn right after this light.”

“Look,” you push down your fear, you need him to hear you. “You came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me. There you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. You asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and I just… I couldn’t do it.”

You look over at Steve and soften your voice, putting every ounce of your guilt and sincerity into your words. “I missed you.”

“Missed?” There’s something in Steve’s voice that you can’t quite decipher, it’s almost too delicate to examine. 

“Miss. I miss you,” you correct, and it takes everything within you not to confess more. To tell him you miss how his eyes turn a warm toffee in the late afternoon light, that you miss his obsession with his mom’s banana bread and that you have a recipe at home that you never got to make for him. You almost tell him that even though you pulled yourself away, you can’t seem to separate him from you. He’s everywhere. 

But what you can’t tell Steve, what would break you if he ever found out, is that you’ve come to love how he’s everywhere.

Steve is silent, and you swallow down your tears. It wasn’t enough, but at least you tried. 

As you turn into his driveway, Steve finally speaks. “All my life, all I’ve ever wanted was for people to like me.”

“Steve…”

“And every time I think someone finally likes me, I’m wrong. They leave me. I mean, you left me without a fucking word, Nancy lied about loving me, and my bullshit friends at school have replaced me with Billy.” 

Nancy lied about loving him?

Steve looks down at his hands, his eyelashes are wet with fresh tears. “I don’t know what I keep doing wrong.” 

You throw yourself across the car’s console and wrap yourself around the boy. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Steve places one arm around you, then slowly he places his other, and for the first time in months you’re finally back in his arms. He’s surrounded in you again, and he never, ever wants to let you go. 

“You won’t leave me again?”

Steve asks this so softly, as if too scared to bring the words into the light and risk them scaring you away. You tighten your arms around him and bury your nose into his neck, his cologne making your brain dizzy. “Never. 

And it’s enough for now. 

The pieces settle between you and Steve. Something clicks into place and you know that he feels it, too. He tightens his own arms around you, draws small circles against your back, and you stay like that for what feels like hours. 

Eventually the two of you break apart and head into his house. He offers you something warm to drink, but you decline. It’s late, you should be heading home soon. You ask Steve where his phone is and then call Jonathan, telling him to come get you from Steve’s.

Jonathan doesn’t ask any questions, his own voice sounding off on the phone. You know that tomorrow you’ll have to explain to him what happened with Steve, and he’ll have to explain what’s happened with Nancy. But tonight, you both settle on ignoring the topic for now. 

Steve waits with you downstairs for Jonathan. 

“If we’re going to be friends again, then I demand my nickname.” 

You look up at the boy and laugh. “What if I told you I still haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Can you at least give me a hint?” Steve bats his eyelashes at you and you shove him away with another laugh.

“Hm,” you think for a moment, reveling in the simplicity between you two again. “It’s lovely. That’s all I can say.”

Steve makes a face. “Lovely? That’s all I get?”

“Mhm.” You poke his face. “For now, please just trust that I’ll stay.”

Steve looks away for a moment, and you admire his lovely side profile, before he finally seems to settle on his thoughts. “Fine, but I expect some type of baked good every day from here on out.”

“Deal.” You raise your pinky and offer it to Steve, who smiles and shakes his head, but wraps his own pinky around yours.

Steve’s eyes are still red, from exhaustion and heartbreak, and yours are probably no better. You know there’s so much the two of you have to face tomorrow morning, to talk about and deal with. Nancy, Jonathan, Billy. But for now, Steve’s pinky is around yours and you couldn’t ask for a better end to your night. 

It’s a start.

It’s all you could’ve asked for. 

Jonathan arrives later and waits in the car, seeming to sense that you want some privacy as you say goodbye to Steve. 

“That’s my ride.” You nudge him. “Oh, don’t think I forgot about the Nancy thing. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.”

“What–”

“We’re friends again and I nag all my friends about their emotions. You were spared last year, but this year? Buckle up, buddy.”

Steve lets out a tired laugh. “Do I have to sign another contract?”

“Nah, you just have to trust me.”

“I do.” He says, no ounce of hesitation. 

You squeeze his hand. “Then that’s all I need. Goodnight, Steve. Get some rest.”

Steve nods and watches as you walk towards Jonathan’s car. He stays outside for a while, long after the car has faded in the distance. The cold air makes him shiver, but after everything that’s happened tonight, he welcomes it. His mind is spinning, he’s not sure if he feels more heartbreak or relief, but he decides he doesn’t care. 

For now, he’s content. 

Now that he has you in his life again, no matter what happens between him and Nancy, he knows he’ll get through it with you holding his hand. 

– 

The drive home is quiet. Both you and Jonathan seem to be lost in your own thoughts. When you get to your house, you simply tell your friend, “Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it all tomorrow,”

Jonathan nods, his eyes as tired as yours. “Tomorrow.”

You walk inside your house and notice all the lights off. You’re home later than you originally planned, your mom must be asleep already. You kick off your shoes and sigh tiredly. Tonight has exhausted you. 

However, you feel bad about skipping out on the boys, so you walk towards Dustin’s room and quietly knock on the door to apologize. After a few knocks, Dustin cracks his door open. “Yes?”

“Hey, just wanted to ask how tonight…” You notice Dustin’s stance, how he seems to almost be trying to block your view of something. “Is everything alright?”

Your brother quickly repositions himself. “Fine! Nothin’ to see here!”

He’s definitely acting suspicious. 

“Open the door, show me what’s inside.”

You go to shove your way in, but Dustin scrambles and ends up shouting, “Will had another episode tonight!

“What?” You freeze. 

Dustin lets out a breath of relief. He knew using Will’s episode would be a good distraction from what he has in his room. “Will, he had another episode. He’s fine, though… Just thought you should know.”

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Actually,” Dustin lets out a yawn. “I’m kinda tired. Ya know, trick-or-treating is hard work. Can we just call it a night and talk about it tomorrow?”

“I mean, I guess?” Your list of things you need to talk about tomorrow keeps growing. 

“Sweet! Goodnight, Y/N!” And with that, Dustin slams his door in your face. He presses his back pressed against his door as he steadies his heartbeat. That was close, too close. After a couple seconds, he walks over to his turtle’s tank and greets Dart again. “Sorry buddy, had to get Y/N away. She’d freak if she found out about you.”

Dart lets out a small screech in response. 

“Wonder how long I can keep this from her.”

Meanwhile, you stand in the hall for a moment, completely bewildered as to what’s just happened. It feels like you missed a few important details. There’s something happening, but you have no idea what.

You go to your room and make a plan. Tomorrow, you’ll order a code blue with Dustin and demand information. For now, all you can do is get ready for bed and hope that whatever he’s hiding, it isn’t as monumental as El had been. 

Tonight, you go to bed thinking of Nancy and Steve, worried about them both.

-

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[wcbblife]

Post win Paige HC

(she did so good today like I cannot rn)

PW!Paige who would rush to find you in the stands to give you a searing kiss not caring about the public around her. If it's a really important win she would spin you around while kissing you def.

PW!Paige who would drag you with her towards the locker room you to celebrate with the team because she's too high in adrenaline and would be screaming and cheering while jumping together with you.

PW!Paige who can't keep her arms off of you and is super touchy until you tell her to take a quick shower in the locker room.

PW!Paige who would waste no time getting out of the stadium with you glued to her side and wouldn't be able to contain her giggles because she's too giddy with the idea of sneaking away to your dorm.

PW!Paige who would boast about her plays nonstop in the car and would make you tell her she did good. She would look so cute rambling about how she's so proud and so smart and so cool.

PW!Paige who would burry you in kisses and praise.

PW!Paige who just wants you to tell her she did good because it makes her feel damn good.

PW!Paige who would have an INSANE adrenaline crash and turn into a big baby who needs to be taken care of (like your girl plays for whole games. You better believe she's gonna be exhausted after putting up double digits).

PW!Paige who would fall asleep instantly with you in a cold room while you run your finger through her hair.

NSFW

PW!Paige who would flip a switch and do a complete 180 once you're alone in your dorm. She would be cocky around the others but now she's downright boastful. Like her ego is through the roof.

PW!Paige who would corner you against the door and smirk before kissing you.

PW!Paige who would rather have you all to herself in private than to have you anywhere like she does after a loss to blow out some steam.

PW!Paige who would manhandle you and use her height as an advantage. She would def just hoist you up easily to kiss you better.

PW!Paige who would feel like she's on the top of the world and make you ride her without her moving a single inch.

PW!Paige who would tease you to no end just to watch you struggle under her.

PW!Paige who has a thing for watching a difference in power between you two. Loves to be in total control because it just stacks up deliciously with the feeling of a win.

PW!Paige who would eat you out sloppily to end it out and would force you to look at her because she gets off from watching you react to her. She would stop if you broke the eye contact.

PW!Paige who likes to give you small marks all around that only she can see because when she sees photos of you together in public only she know where they are at.

PW!Paige who would sometimes be too tired to be in full control and would make you eat her out while she watches. Would fail at keeping quiet because she's too tired to care, she just wants to feel good.

PW!Paige who would love to have a long make out sesh and feel it get more and more sloppy. She loves the feeling of her energy being completely depleted.

PW!Paige who would wake up next morning and trace all the marks she left.

(my goodness forgive me)

[gunnerfc]

steph catley smut, maybe something like steph’s first time with reader? i’m in my steph catley era

First Time HCs | Steph Catley x Reader || minors dni!

AN: did this in HC form bc I think a longer fic would work well and I can def do that after I get through my reqs because I too am in my steph era! 

She’s nervous because she wants the night to go well for both of you because the relationship means so much to her. Steph’s the one who brings it up after you two have been dating for a while and wants to make sure you’re both on the same page about things you like or don't like (because having boundaries and talking about it is important!) 

She plans a whole day for the two of you to have a nice date that ends at your place and both of you spend the whole date thinking about what’s going to happen once you get home. Both of you are also extremely focused on everything the other person does, for example, Steph can hardly focus on anything but your hands while you’re eating, her mind thinking about all the ways you could use them later.

Your first time with Steph starts very sensual and your focus is on each other but as time passes, your touches become needier and both of you let go of all the nervousness you have. Steph thought she was going to be the one in control given she initiated things but that quickly went out the window because she quickly discovered how much she loves having you in control. 

You quickly learn how much of a whiner Steph is and that she loves being praised. You use both to your advantage all night, and Steph is so grateful she brought things up when she did (she lowkey wishes she mentioned things a little earlier; that way, you could have been having sex this whole time)

After sex, you’re both feeling on cloud 9. It makes your relationship stronger but also leaves you both wanting more. It’s definitely unlocked something in both of you and neither of you can keep your hands to yourself after.

[multifariousqueer]

starving for jealous Earth 42 Miles

OFC!!!!! Imma do this head cannon style bc why not 🤷🏽‍♀️

A/n: Continue to request stuff for both of our boys! Also I love writing for y’all ❤️

Warnings: jealousy, miles being possessive, fluff, suggestive situations

Jealous Earth42!Miles headcannons

I feel like he would try to be subtle about it but it shows

Definitely makes you wear his clothes 24/7 or makes sure ya’ll match

Makes sure you wear the jewelry he bought you and had it engraved so you’ll know who you belong to. Because, he sees you as his prize, his doll, his special beacon of light and he wants everyone to know that you’re taken

Hates some of your friends because he’s so possessive of you

“Y/n I just think you should drop her” “Why?” “Cuz she hates me and she’s tryna break us up. Also, I hate how she’s so nosy I don’t like that” “Miiiileesss come on, she’s been my friend for two years, she wouldn’t do that"

He had a point tho

He's def suspicious when you hang out with your guy friends(don’t even get me started if you hang out with them alone)

“What do you mean you’re hanging out with him tonight? Nah nah nah I better be there. No quiero que te aleje de mi” “Miles baby, Tengo los ojos llenos de ganas de verte"

“Miles are you jealous?” “no. I just don’t want people to take you from me” “Miles thats called jealousy.” “no its not; jealousy is feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages or being suspicious of a partner in a relationship. I’m not suspicious of you, Mami because I know you’re not that stupid and you’re all mine so I have nothing to be envious of” “Damn, you’re right” “what’s new?"

Best believe when you are around people, he will slip an arm around you and kiss you on the temple

Death glares the guy you’re talking to and definitely stands up straighter

makes it KNOWN you’re taken

“Hey man, she’s taken, Aléjate de Ella!”

The guy doesn’t know what that means but judging by the way Miles said it, he knew to back off

I feel like Miles gets hit on by a very select group of people who think they could change him or he could be their “bad boy” but Miles only really has eyes for you

Makes sure he wears his matching bracelet you got him all the time

Knows you won’t drop any of your friends unless something important went down so he just makes sure everyone knows your his

Holds your hand a lot

Will speak for you

“Hey, Y/n wanna go to the carnival on Saturday?” “yeah sur-“ “We have plans for Saturday right, Y/n?” “not for all day tho-“ “I have something planned for Saturday and I’m not telling you the time.” “oh okay! sorry guys"

You hate it when he does that

Thats one of the many reasons why your friends hate Miles

At the end of the day, you still have to reassure him that you’re all his and he’s all yours

[heartbuffys]

I think the reason why Melvika could 100% work is because despite the fact that they have different goals and values, they are kind of the same person. They both have these clear goals/values (Sevika wants a liberated Zaun through revolutionary means, Mel wants a strong Piltover through peaceful means) and they both have no issue crossing moral lines to do so. Mel is complicit in the corruption of the council, using it to her advantage in order to keep Jayce's house from being voted out, and Sevika is literally a mob boss who sells drugs to her own people. They both do this because they think that it will help further their goals, and they both fail miserably anyway (Zaun ends up worse as a result, and Piltover gets thrown into a violent war anyway). They are also both kingmakers; they recognize what they could achieve through other people and help bring them to power in order to achieve their own personal goals. Mel makes Jayce into a councilor and the de facto ruler of the city, and Sevika makes Silco the leader of the chembarons. They both do this through slightly nefarious means. Sevika betrays Vander and tries to literally kill his children, and Mel manipulates and uses Jayce.

They both have foils to their characters that they are seperated from and disagree with. Sevika has Vander, who she criticizes for choosing peace over liberation, and Mel has Ambessa, who she criticizes for believing violence is the only answer. Interestingly enough, Vander is extremely similar to Mel, and Sevika is extremely similar to Ambessa.

I think fundamentally if they were ever to meet, they would immediately be reminded of their foils in each other. They would call each other out for their failures and moral blindspots, but would ultimately make each other better people. Not only that, but their flaws are the other's strengths. Sevika is terrible at playing the politics game and isn't the smartest person (sorry but it's true) and Mel doesn't have the stomach for violence. By the end of season two, Mel ends up in Noxus, a place where you literally need to be ruthless to survive, and Sevika ends up in the council, where she needs to have the kind of political skill that Mel does. They need each other now. Idk all I'm saying is Sevika should def come back if they ever do the Noxus show lol.

[cuteandhughesy]

3. “we really shouldn’t” “so?” with anthony stolarz

he def seems like the type of guy who’d be ur brothers teammate and you’d sleep with him behind ur brothers back 😶

prompt no.3: “we really shouldn’t.” “so?”

your brother mitch has always been protective. you’re his younger sister, two years younger than him, and have always been super kind and naive. from a young age, he saw the way people took advantage of you and felt that it was his responsibility to keep you safe.

when you got a bit older and started dating, mitch’s protectiveness got worse. no boy was good enough, even when they were. he would drive boys away with menacing looks and what he called ‘stern talkings’…which are also known as threats.

eventually when you convinced your brother to chill the fuck out a little bit and let you work things out on your own, he was surprisingly compliant.

under one circumstance.

you can’t date his friends, and you certainly can’t date his teammates.

and you could live with that. most of mitch’s friends where your friends, and you didn’t see them in that way. and when mitch started getting more serious about hockey, he barley went out or had his teammates come over, so you never even met most of them. steph would ask all the time if you wanted to come to games, but you weren’t really interested at that point in your life.

“maybe you’ll find a guy,” she used to tease, winking at you discreetly in the dim light of the living room.

you always responded the same way, “im not into hockey players.”

when mitch made it to the nhl, you started going to games more often. you got to drink beers that mitch was paying for, and chat with steph about school and boys without the prying ears of your brother and your family. it was epic.

as the years passed, mitch never strayed from his dating rule or protectiveness over you.

you never planned on rebuking mitch’s dating rule until anthony stolarz waltzed into toronto with a summer tan and a perfect smile. he’s older than you—mature but doesn’t take himself too seriously. anthony introduced himself to you with a playful and intriguing gleam, and it instantly had you feeling things.

and your sister-in-law knows it too, because anytime mitch brings up anthony or if the net minder is in the same room as you, she’s wiggling her brows at you and grinning like the devil. you hate her.

and it’s fine, you think. it’s just a stupid crush on a new, older man. you’ll get over it. it’s not reciprocated.

expect it’s totally reciprocated, and after too many glasses of wine and access to a private bathroom at some bar after an important win, you and anthony hook up. and it doesn’t just end there. you have sex often…and kiss and go on dates even more frequently.

you find yourself in a secret relationship, and at the same time, betraying your older brother. slowly it becomes harder to keep a secret, and the people in your life start noticing something between you and the newest leaf goal tender.

it starts with steph who simply just knows you too well. she straight up just asks you, and you blurted it out like you physically couldn’t hold it in any longer. steph smirked and said, ‘I fucking knew it.’

next came auston matthews, one of mitch’s closest friends and teammates, walks in on you and anthony making out like teenagers in a guest bathroom. to be fair, you didn’t look the door. and it was also in auston’s house. you rushed out after the goal scorer once he slammed the door shut, lips glistening and eyes frantic, begging him not to say anything.

auston just laughed and said, ‘don’t worry kid, your secret is safe with me.’

your parents knew, and your closest friends knew (mostly leaf wags who you sworn to secrecy). your blossoming relationship with anything started to feel more real, and you certainly got more comfortable.

so yeah, you may of had four too many beers at the game. and yeah, when you see your boyfriend walking out of the leafs dressing room, looking divine after a win in his suit and damp hair, you just want to act normal and be able to go up to your boyfriend.

it wasn’t uncommon for you to wait in the tunnels with steph for mitch after games, especially when you’ve all driven to the rink together. anthony would always smile at you when he catches your eyes—a little too sexy for trying to be discrete—but you never pushed those boundaries besides some eye playful eye tag. not when mitch could walk out.

but once again, you’re well passed tipsy and you just want to love up on your man like all the other wags get to. before you can even think about it, you’re moving, searching out anthony—heels clicking on the floor as you make your way through the crowd.

anthony’s talking to morgan, completely unaware of the way your striding towards him—not until you’re right in front of him and morgan. you wrap your hand around anthony’s bicep, blinking up at him with glassy eyes.

“hi,” you beam, glossy lips tempting him in ways you’ll never understand.

anthony swallows, eyes squinting in amusement. he shoots a glance at morgan, who is just stifling laughter like he knows—god damn it tessa. “hi,” he parrots.

“missed you,” you whine, pushing up onto the toes of your heeled boots and pucker your lips, “can I have a kiss?”

anthony laughs, rubbing the back of his neck while his eyes subtly scanning the room—checking if anyone is watching. morgan has slipped away from you now, and there’s only a few lingering bodies left in the tunnel. he sees steph, eyeing you both sneakily. which means mitch is still here.

“we really shouldn’t.” he mumbles. despite his words, anthony lets his hand wrap around your waist, keeping you against his chest to steady the drunk sway you have going on. slowly, he licks along his bottom lip, “your brother could catch us.”

“so?” you huff, pushing even further up his body. “just a quick kiss.” you say. you’re too happy on wine and in love to think about your brothers stupid rule right now. you couldn’t care less about anything besides your gigantic sexy boyfriend—who is grinning down at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

and you are. more than the nhl. more than the stanley cup. more than breathing.

quickly, anthony leans down, free hand enclosing on the side of your face as he tilts your head up, connecting your lips together.

the kiss doesn’t last nearly as long as you need it to, and you whine pathetically when anthony pulls away from your lips. you’re not caught, thankfully, and that only makes you want to kiss him over and over again.

“i’ll see you later, kay?” anthony whispers softly, talking his hand off your hips.

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and dropping back down to your heels. “love you.”

“love you too.”

[kaisfruit]

Hiiii loved your first first about kai!

Could I request a one shot or headcanon about each of the ninja and how they would pleasure a fem!reader pls?

How they pleasure you | All ninja x fem!reader headcanons

a/n: omg tysm for my first ask <3 this is like,,one of the few times ive ever written nsfw so!! i hope its okay :3 also im gonna leave out lloyd cuz ik technically he's an adult but idk it's still a bit weird imo warnings: nsfw under the cut (duh),cunnilingus (cole, zane, nya) , slight size kink mention in cole's part, degradation in kai's part, inappropriate usage of elemental ability (jay), umm thats all i can think of im srry if i missed anything ^^

Cole

Ugh idec he's a big guy. is that a collective hc that the whole fandom can agree on? i think so

def uses that size to his advantage when y'all are alone together

I'm talking like MANHANDLING

only if u ask tho cuz cmon we all know he is such a caring guy he would always take your wants and boundaries into account

okay, my horrible down bad size kink out of the way-

mans has a big appetite (wink wink)

goes down on you like no other. like, he treats your pussy like it's breakfast, lunch, dinner, AND DESSERT babes

there would be no breaks with him. i cant say this enough, but he is eating you out like a man starved

overstimulation bound to happen srry i dont make the rules

he would NOT ask for anything in return

this man is the biggest giver when it comes to sex oh my lorddd

you're in charge but like he is if you know what i mean?

like he does what he knows you love, but on his own terms

ur in the bed and he's just instantly pinning you down yk using that strength of his, spreading your legs as far as the can go, and boom diving in head first

srry i could fill up like 3 posts of just cole eating you out im that passionate abt this topic

Kai

Plays with your pleasure like it's a damn toy

This man is the biggest tease ever

Though, his teasing does lean a bit towards minor body worshipping bc he's just everywhere

Marking you up with hickeys wherever he can get his damn mouth

Hands? can barely keep track of their movements. One second they're playing with your tits the next he's two fingers deep in your pussy

Let's just say he's taking his time here just to make the actual sex feel absolutely amazing on your end

But rlly it gets him going seeing you all whiny beneath him at his never ending touches

it's a win-win if you think about it

THAT DAMN MOUTH.

kai is not the guy for u if ur not down for a bit of degradation because DAMN

he has to come second place to jay in the yapping awards bc he's always saying smthn during the act

he pays attention though. listens or feels your reactions to every filthy thing he whispers to you.

absolutely ruins u for anyone else. gl w this man yall <3

Zane

He is so damn PRECISE??

Like, how does he know exactly how to touch you in that spot in order to get that reaction?

LOVES i mean like absolutely LOVES fingering you

being able to watch you come undone on just his fingers? god it is everything to him

will also add his tongue into the mix bc even tho hes a robot he cannot get enough of ur taste

just so calculated w every movement

bro made sex into a science 😭😭

tells you how good you're doing for him, how perfect you look, etc.

loves praising you bc it's the honest truth of how he feels about you

tbh 50% of the pleasure he gives u is from the pure love u can feel with every slight touch, every kiss, everything

soft dom vibes iykwim

REFUSES to even try to get himself off if he hasnt attended to you first

also an extreme giver like

he would get rid of entire body parts if it meant making u feel even better during sex

okay thats hyperbole but like

this nindroid has so much love in his robot heart for u and he needs u to KNOWWWW

Nya

A GIRL'S GIRL U ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS

she has all of these boys BEAT when it comes to pleasuring u bc of her same gender advantage

her head will stay in between your legs until you are absolutely SCREAMING her name

that fact fills her with immense amounts of pride btw

i see her as giving u a good mix of gentle and rough touches that like come together to make the most intense feeling ever??? if that makes sense

she's so good w her mouth like,,,everywhere

her favorite place to have her mouth is on ur pussy ofc, but she could also give a vampire a run for their money with how attached to ur neck she is

marks litter your neck

she's so good at finding that one little sweet spot that makes your body squirm

tends to multitask as well

like if she's currently a knuckle deep in your hole then you can also probably find her mouth licking and sucking at one of your nipples

everything she does to you is just so confusing in the best way possible

Jay

everything with him is just so fast-paced

he barely gives you any time to catch your breath in between anything

just one thing after another with jay

it mostly comes from his overzealous nature

your body makes him feel like a kid in a candy store im not even gonna lie. there's so much he could be doing he doesn't even know where to start

constantly talking. what did you expect from the motormouth himself?

half of it's mumbles of how gorgeous or how breathtaking you are and the other half is just downright filthy

honestly that second part would be such a turn on cuz u wouldn't have expected it from jay

the first time he used his element on you it was an accident

he didn't even realized it happened at first. he felt you jolt at the sensation and his first instinct was to apologize instantly, but he never even had a chance as he felt how you clenched down on his fingers and the moan u let out would forever be ingrained in his brain

from that point on, he's constantly looking for the best opportunity to let the smallest current just give a little tingle to your skin

jay really knows how to keep things interesting <3

[trendywaifus]

Ever since you dropped boxer!Stelle, I've had a certain scenario stuck in the back of my mind of recreating a certain scene from one punch man (you'll find out which one pretty quick)

Stelle has just finished the 2nd round of one of the toughest fights of her career, and it isn't going well for her. And so during one of the breaks between rounds (I don't what they're officially called) you, hoping to give her that extra oomph she desperately needs, whisper discretely into her ear: "If you win this, I'll sit on your face."

ouuu! i haven’t seen opm in a while but i def know which scene you talking about!! good shit anon. also the breaks between rounds are called one minute resting periods!

stelle practically falls on the chair utterly exhausted and beaten up. she’s huffing and puffing, sweat rolling down her brow as she struggles to stay conscious. you crouch in front of her, biting your lip anxiously at the distant look in her eyes. “ stelle? stelle, hey—look at me. “ you pat her bruised cheek, her tired gaze connects with yours.

“ it’s tough, i know. that wildfire girl is no joke and it’s only been the second round. but, “ stelle tiredly opens her mouth so you can give her water. “ you have the range advantage, remember the techniques we went over. the only reason why she’s able to this to you is because you’re allowing her to get close, she’s an inboxer. box her out, use those long arms, remember our practice sessions. “

you quickly pat her face with a towel and gently cradled her face in your hands. “ are you understanding? “ stelle slowly nods and you’re not buying her energy at all. you sighed, leaning towards the side of her face to whisper in her ear.

“ if you follow what i said and win this, i’ll sit on your face tonight— “ to your surprise, she stands right up as the bell rings; her face hardened and filled with determination. she flexes her shoulders and silently walks back into the ring.

“ so. .what did you say to stelle for her to get fired up like that? “ himeko asks playfully from the edge of the ring as you joined her. you grunted, draping the towel around your shoulders. “ a promise that i have to be well prepared for. ”

it was a close fight but she ends up winning through sheer will. during the celebration dinner, she refuses to eat anything because her meal is going to be seated right on her face in a shared hotel room later on in the night. :)

[atsro-slut]

I'm in a comfort fic mood, and I was thinking about reader x James, with reader being anxious/feeling guilty about all the financial stuff that comes with Christmas? Like her feeling guilty about all the money James spends on her - and their money that they spend on presents? I'd love that, thank you lovely! 🥰

The Cost of Christmas

So I def should've done this before the holidays but yk...

James Potter x Female!reader

Y/N's anxiety about the cost of Christmas gifts gets the best of her, but when James reminds her that love is the greatest gift of all, the holiday season suddenly feels a whole lot lighter.

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The air at Hogwarts was growing colder by the day, and the snow that fell in delicate flakes outside the windows of the Gryffindor common room painted the world in a blanket of white. Christmas was just around the corner, and though the festive atmosphere was ever-present, Y/N couldn’t shake the knot of unease growing in her stomach.

Everywhere she looked, students were preparing for the holiday season. Some were busy decorating the common room with glittering lights, while others talked excitedly about the presents they’d already bought or were planning to give. Y/N watched it all from her seat near the fireplace, feeling like an outsider to the merriment. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Christmas—she did. It was just that, this year, everything felt... different.

James Potter, her boyfriend of nearly a year, sat beside her, his usual energy contagious. He was grinning ear to ear, bouncing with excitement for the upcoming holiday. The bright lights from the tree reflected off his glasses, making his eyes sparkle with uncontainable joy. He was making a list of ideas for presents, talking animatedly about his plans for the holidays.

Y/N smiled faintly, but the anxiety gnawing at her chest only seemed to grow as he continued. She’d been hearing the same kind of talk for weeks—about the grand gifts he was getting for everyone, including her. But as much as she loved him, every time he mentioned spending money on her, her stomach twisted.

She tried to focus on his words, but all she could think about was the way his pockets were always so full—of galleons, sickles, and knuts. James came from a wealthy family, and money seemed to flow effortlessly through his hands. It made Y/N feel uncomfortable. She wasn’t rich like he was. Her parents worked hard, but they weren’t well-off. She wasn’t used to lavish gifts, and she certainly wasn’t used to someone like James spending so much on her.

She shifted in her seat, trying to hide the worry that had been steadily growing inside her. She didn’t want to burden him with her concerns, but it felt wrong to accept his generosity so easily. It felt like she was taking advantage of him, and that thought alone made her stomach churn.

“You okay, Y/N?” James’s voice cut through her thoughts, and she looked up to find him watching her, his brow furrowed in concern. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

She blinked, startled. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just... thinking about everything.” She gave him a weak smile, hoping it would reassure him.

James didn’t seem convinced. “You sure? You’ve been looking a little off since I started talking about presents.” He leaned closer, his expression softening. “You know you don’t have to worry about anything, right?”

Y/N forced herself to nod, though the words she wanted to say caught in her throat. She didn’t want to ruin the holiday spirit, especially not with James, who was so full of joy. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful or spoil his excitement.

“I know,” she said quietly, though it didn’t feel like the truth. “I just... I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend so much on me. You already do enough, James.”

James raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering for a second. “What are you talking about?” He shook his head, a little confused. “It’s Christmas, Y/N. It’s supposed to be about giving, not about worrying.”

She swallowed, guilt making her voice tremble. “I know, but... it’s just a lot. You’ve already spent so much on me before, and now with Christmas... I don’t know, I just feel bad.” Her words were tumbling out before she could stop them. “My family doesn’t have as much money as yours. I’m not used to... to all of this. I don’t want you to think I’m just accepting everything because I don’t care about how much it costs.”

James’s face softened, and he reached out to gently take her hand. “Y/N, look at me.” His tone was serious now, and there was no teasing, no playful gleam in his eyes. “I want to give you things. I want to spoil you. I love you, and that’s what you do for the people you love.” He squeezed her hand gently. “Don’t you ever think that I’m doing this because I feel like I have to. I’m doing it because I want to.”

Y/N bit her lip, feeling the heat of tears pricking at the back of her eyes. She couldn’t meet his gaze. She didn’t know why this was making her feel so guilty. It wasn’t like James had ever pressured her into anything, and he’d never made her feel bad about not having as much money as he did. Still, the disparity between their financial situations hung over her, unspoken but ever-present.

James noticed her discomfort, and his thumb traced small circles over the back of her hand in a soothing gesture. “Hey, no need to feel guilty. I promise you, you’re not a burden. I love giving you presents—it makes me happy to see you smile. I don’t care about the cost. It’s about the thought behind it.”

Y/N shook her head, still feeling conflicted. “But I do care. I don’t want you to spend all that money on me when you don’t have to.”

“Y/N...” James’s voice was gentle but firm. “You’re worth it. Don’t let your own insecurities get in the way of this. I love you. That’s all that matters to me.”

She blinked back the tears threatening to spill. “But it’s not just about presents, James,” she whispered, feeling the weight of everything she hadn’t said until now. “I feel like I’m always taking from you. I don’t have the money to spend on you like you do on me. It makes me feel... less. Like I’m not doing enough for you.”

James’s face softened even more, and for a moment, Y/N could see the seriousness of his affection for her in the way his eyes softened. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. “Y/N, that’s not how this works. I don’t want you to spend a single galleon on me if it makes you feel bad. It’s not about that. What I want from you is... you. Your time. Your love. Your presence. That’s all I need.”

Y/N leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his arms wrap around her, the tension in her chest slowly melting away. She inhaled the scent of him, a comforting mixture of the outdoors and something uniquely James. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you,” she mumbled against his chest.

James chuckled softly, a gentle sound that rumbled through his chest. “I promise you, you’re not. You don’t have to buy me anything. All I need is you by my side. That’s the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her heart swelling with affection. “I know I can’t give you everything you give me, but I want you to know I care just as much.”

James grinned, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to give me anything, Y/N. You already do. You’re my everything, and that’s enough for me.”

She smiled, feeling lighter than she had in days. The weight of guilt that had been pressing on her chest was finally starting to lift. Christmas wasn’t about money, she realized. It was about love, about spending time with the people who mattered most. And James, despite his wealth and his desire to spoil her, understood that better than anyone.

“Okay,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll try not to worry so much.”

James kissed her forehead, pulling her closer once more. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

As the fire crackled softly in the background and the snow continued to fall outside, Y/N knew that no amount of money could ever replace what they had together. Christmas wasn’t about expensive gifts or lavish gestures—it was about love, and she had more than enough of that with James.

And that, she realized, was all she needed.

[burrotello]

So, is it just the average 3 rounds in the boxer au?

What would you say is each character's main weakness?

How does Jax cheat in his fights?

(I'm sorry for all the questions, this is just so interesting!)

In this au there’s up to 12 three minute rounds, but it ends early if there’s a knockout!

Weaknesses are a primary part of the game’s mechanic, where even when you don’t think you have one, one is already assigned to you. Some of those for the main crew are as follows:

Pomni: While her stamina is exceptional, it only functions in bursts; Kinger is especially one that strategically tires her out using defense before going in for the final blow.

Ragatha: She’s strong, but underestimates her own power; simple excelled strategy can throw her off.

Gangle: Due to her extreme speed and agility in the ring, she doesn’t pay attention to accuracy. It’s very easy to read and utilize her blind spots and timing accuracy.

Kinger: With Kinger’s extreme strategic advantage, he pays attention to patterns and rhythm. Do anything unpredictable and he completely loses focus!

Zooble: They’re terribly strong, but also a bit physically slow. Agility is not their strong suit in the ring unless they use their ATK or DEF moves.

Jax: Despite his skill, Jax is far too cocky (see to the Tortoise and the Hare). Once that’s broken down? He can barely keep himself off the ropes.

Jax cheats through violations; such like headbutting, low blows, scratching, and even rabbit punching (yes, it’s called rabbit punching). Because of the faulty system along with his criminally manipulative management team, he gets away with these violations and maintains his place as champion.

I don’t mind the questions!! Ask away!!

[gigi-loveless]

hey idk if you’re doing smut reqs but i would love some nsfw headcanons/blurbs for hazel!

YESS I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS

♡ idc what y’all say this girl is a mf SWITCH

♡ and on top of that she’s too damn indecisive to save her life

♡ which means constant power shifts, which of course you don’t mind

♡ but either way, god does she love eating you out

♡ the way you taste, how your back arches, your thighs shaking.

♡ she def is obsessed with the way you suffocate her with your thighs as she’s toying with your clit on her tongue

♡ is also obsessed with her cherry red strap on and the way it disappears into your swollen cunt while you ride her

♡ A HAIR PULLER 100%

♡ uses her fight club skills on you to pin you down

♡ this girls closet is bondage central

♡ loves finding new ways to tie you up (takes pictures of her hard work too)

♡ “too tight love?”

♡ chains stay ON during sex

♡ she found out you have an obsession with her beat up face one day after you were begging to ride her face one day after she got a cut on her cheek at fight club

♡ and trust she uses that to her advantage

♡ “babe, i got hurt today…take care of me”

♡ smug ass motherfucker

♡ sucking the strap as if it’s her actual dick, her legs spread over the couch as she chuckles with that dark gooey voice of hers

♡ despite all this kinky shit, she wasn’t like this at all before she met you; the first time was so awkward, but you couldn’t get enough of her adorkable personality.

♡ “honey i don’t think scissoring is real”

♡ “but they did it in the pornos i studied before our first sleepover!!”

♡ she has the most sensitive nipples ever that you love to suck and nibble on, watching her squirm

♡ broken record “i love you”s when she’s about to cum, fistfuls of your hair in her slender fingers, sweat dripping down her forehead