#this movie is so fucking stupid (affectionate. sort of)

[cillianhead]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write a little smutty/angsty something for Neil Lewis. Maybe bestfriend!reader, who recently got with some other man, and Neil is incredibly jealous and maybe... possessive. 👀 Some angst heated argument finished with a smut would be lovely. 🤭

Thank you!

Of course, of course!

Thank you for your request!

You're The Only One Who Makes Me Feel Alive || Neil Lewis x Reader

warnings: Smut, angst, best friends to lovers, swearing, slight (?) drug use (marijuana), jealousy, unprotected P in V, Neil is quite obsessed with reader's boobs (because c'mon, NEIL IS A BOOB MAN!!!) like sort of switch!neil but not quite, adult content!

18+ Minors DNI

It was a slow Friday night at Gumshoe Video. You had closed by now, though. You sat between Lucien and Jonathan, a bit stoned, and watched some horrible Horror-Parody film called 'Bad Taste'. You had zoned out, drowning out Jonathan and Lucien's incessant bickering about the film and whether it was good or bad.

"-It's Peter Jackson, for Christ's sake. It's a masterpiece of its time or whatever," Lucien argued. Jonathan just scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's supposed to be ridiculous!" Lucien protested.

"Are we watching the same movie?" Jonathan grunted with a hint of amusement. "How the hell did someone see this and think... 'yeah, that's the guy we're getting for Lord of the fucking Rings'!"

Lucien quipped back something particularly witty and sarcastic, but it all turned into one big blur of words to you. You were incredibly bored and stoned that none of what was happening on the TV screen made sense. You looked like a zombie, lips parted and an expression of awe on your face.

"Not this stupid movie," You heard the sound of Neil's voice from behind you. Quickly sitting up and turning to look at him, like an expectant dog when its owner comes home. "I've got the snacks if you guys even care." Lucien and Jonathan grumble their words of appreciation while you just sat and smiled at your best friend.

You all had smoked together, but you hadn't really prepared for the munchies that would come along with it. So you flipped a coin, and poor little Neil was the one who had to go to the nearest convenience store and buy as much junk food as he could carry. Two seafoam green plastic grocery bags were hanging off of Neil's sturdy forearms that said 'Recycle Me!' on them while he stood, smiling back at you.

"What'd you get Neily-poo?" You hummed, standing up and approaching him.

"I hate it when you call me that," Neil grumbled before handing you one of the bags. "I just got all the classic snacks... Cheetos, Twizzlers, Lucien's favorite white chocolate... and of course, I got your favorite..."

You squealed out of delight, lunging on Neil and wrapping your arms around him. "Did you really?" You said, pulling away with your arms still around his neck. Neil hummed while pulling the familiar mouth-watering box of Swedish Fish out of the grocery bag.

You properly pulled away now and snatched it out of his hand greedily. "Hey...! Wait... where's my thanks?" He tilted his head, tapping his pointer finger on the apple of his cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully before placing a grateful peck on his cheek.

You two sat on the spare couch together. You leaned against Neil, as you always do, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. It had always been that way with you two, both very physically affectionate with each other. Though not when Neil was in a relationship, you knew how threatened his girlfriends felt by you, though you never understood why... Neil was always insistent on how you were just a friend, even going as far as to say you were like a sister to him.

When the movie ended and Neil had a bit more to smoke, you all sat around munching on your snacks, thinking of what to do next.

"Do you guys wanna come over to my place, and we can do this again tomorrow night?" Neil asked, scratching at his chin.

"Sure, I'd love that, dude," Jonathan nodded before popping a handful of peanut M&M's into his mouth. "Sounds great." He said with his mouth full.

"Gross!" You scolded, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. "Don't eat with your mouth full..."

"What did you just say?" Lucien laughed.

"I mean... don't talk with your mouth full!" You corrected, and everyone sat around giggling at that. "You knew what I meant!" Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment at your mistake.

"...and yeah, I'll come over tomorrow night." Lucien said to Neil. Neil gave him a thumbs up before turning his head over to you.

"How about you, Y/N?" Neil hummed, sighing as he leaned his head against the couch, cheek smushing a bit as he smiled softly down at you. He's so pretty, I just wanna kiss him, You thought."You wanna come over?" Yikes, you thought. You bit your lip and sucked in a breath. "Well... I... well... actually, I've got plans tomorrow, guys... I'm sorry." You shrugged apologetically.

"What?" Jonathan murmured, mouth still full, chewing obnoxiously loud.

"Since when do you have plans?" Lucien remarked. You gave him a dry smile.

"I'm going on a date... believe it or not," You snorted, looking down at your lap, embarrassed to admit. You never really talked about your love life with the guys, especially not Neil. Things always got awkward. Neil never discussed his with you either; you'd only briefly meet his girlfriends, and then that was it. You didn't understand why it had to be so awkward between you when discussing dating.

The room went silent at that. You looked towards Neil, his arm retracted away from you and tucked back into his side as you noticed the frown on his face. You could see the look on Jonathan and Lucien's faces, eyes flickering between the two of you, trying to gauge some sort of reaction.

"Oh..." Neil mumbled, sounding disappointed, popping a popcorn kernel into his mouth and chewing dryly. "Good for you... congratulations..."

"We're not getting married," You laughed uncomfortably. "Plus, I doubt it's gonna be anything that special... we're going to some downtown dive bar to have drinks and then probably go back to his place or something..." Neil had a visible expression of distaste, fiddling with his thumbs. You didn't get why he was so upset. "What's his name?" He said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Russell."

"Russell." He repeated coldly. Jonathan and Lucien were utterly silent. The tension was thick, and trying to waft through it felt suffocating.

"Why are you upset?" You blurted out. "Can't you at least be happy for me for once that I'm finally fucking going out with somebody?"

""Course I'm happy for you, Y/N, I just don't want you... to get hurt..." Neil muttered. "That's all."

"Right." You scoffed, scooting to the other side of the couch.

The tension was unbearable, and Jonathan shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Things always got weird when you brought up a guy you like or a guy you were seeing. You never got why. Why would Neil be upset that you were seeing somebody? How many girlfriends did you have to sit and watch him be with? How many painful breakups have you comforted him through? How many times had you encouraged him to go over and talk to a girl he thought was pretty? A countless amount of times, that's what. So the fact that the mood visibly shifted as soon as you said you were going on a date... it pissed you off. Neil was never encouraging when it came to putting yourself out there romantically. It was almost like he was jealous, but you knew he had no reason to be.

"How'd you meet?" Lucien cleared his throat, trying to lighten the air.

"Well when I was here alone the other day... he was in the shop-"

"He was in the shop?" Neil interrupted with a whine, eyebrows knitted together.

"Yeah, he was, so what?" You turned and looked at Neil, glaring at him.

"Can't believe you're going out with a customer," Neil muttered. "Thought you were better than that." "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"It... no... nothing, just-" "God forbid I meet someone!" You were standing up now. Lucien and Jonathan had gotten up and wandered over to the other side of the shop, pretending they were browsing the shelves. "How many fucking bimbos have you asked out that had come in here, Neil?" "Y/N-" "I'm leaving." You barked, grabbing your things and rushing out, not before giving Lucien and Jonathan a gentle wave before slamming the door and walking home in the pouring rain.

The walk home was long and treacherous. Usually, Neil would drive you home. But you couldn't stand to be around him right now, not after his hypocritical words. When you got home, you collapsed in bed, still in your wet clothes, and cried your eyes out. Thunder cracked outside, and your windows rattled with the harsh wind. Your phone began to ring, the familiar ringtone you assigned to Neil's contact buzzing through your pocket. You just groaned.

"Go away, Neil." You grunted into your pillow, bickering to no one. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Curling up into a ball, the tears continued to fall. You hated the way you felt towards Neil; you hated that you wanted him to be more than just a friend. Your phone kept ringing, and it only made you cry harder.

You remembered freshman year of high school when you first met Neil; you instantly clicked and were in every class together. Everyone always thought you were dating, and you'd both share a round of 'Ew's and 'That's never gonna happen' and then silently look at each other thinking 'What if' (unbeknownst to each other). You always daydreamed about losing your virginity to Neil, the scrawny, awkward pimply boy who was the sweetest guy you'd ever met, though you ended up losing it to some guy called Lloyd over a dare. It wasn't very romantic, nor was it pleasurable. You just laid there and thought about Neil the whole time.

The sleep you got that night was terrible, but you tried to focus on the positives. You were going on a date! Yay! Not with Neil, though. You spent the day mostly picking out an outfit, mentally scolding yourself for not deciding on it sooner since most of your good clothes were dirty and you were feeling incredibly antsy. Your phone had been blowing up all day. Texts from Neil, Jonathan, and Lucien lit up your screen every other second. You didn't reply, you couldn't, you felt entirely too embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Lucien lounged on the couch at Neil's house, and Jonathan watched Neil pace back and forth in his kitchen while making handmade whipped cream. They were going to make a cake.

"I just don't know what to do, man," Neil huffed, stirring the bowl even more aggressively. Jonathan watched, unsure of how to comfort his friend. "What the fuck do I do? What if this guy is like... her soulmate or something cliche like that?"

"Okay," Jonathan laughed, putting his hand in the air. "Russell is not her soulmate." "How do you know? Have you met him?" Neil hissed back.

"No, but... how do we even know this 'Russell' guy even exists? What if she's just trying to make you jealous?"

"That's a good point!" Lucien quipped in from the other room.

"Thanks, Lucien," Jonathan rolls his eyes before looking back at Neil, who has set the bowl aside, melting to the floor with tears. "Look... dude, I think you should go over there and tell her how you feel... the worst she can say is no..."

"The worst she can say is no," Neil mocked, tears streaming down his face. "Yeah fuckin' right! She's gonna..." Neil sobbed, hiding his hands in his face. "I'll go over there, and she'll... never want to speak to me again... she wouldn't feel the same way... it's impossible!"

Jonathan looked exasperated. It was painfully apparent to everyone but you and Neil that you two were soft for each other. You usually spend every day together. The idea of losing you to some other guy was heartbreaking for Neil. Neil cried like a baby, and Jonathan watched, awkwardly leaning against the counter, unsure what to say.

"Just fucking do it, you fucking idiot!" Jonathan blurted out. "I know she likes you... do you really think Y/N would've stuck around this long with us losers if she didn't feel something for you?"

"I don't know, Jonathan..." Neil whimpers, looking up at Jonathan with the most pitiful eyes anyone has ever seen. He looked straight out of a painting.

"And even if she doesn't feel the same for you..." Jonathan continues, crouching down to be at his height on the floor. "You guys have known each other way too damn long to just throw away a good friendship over you liking her. Y/N's a smart girl. She'll learn to accept it if she doesn't feel the same way."

Neil just buried his face further into his knees, continuing to cry. "Gee, you'd think he just got his period or something." Lucien said unhelpfully.

"Shut up, Lucien!" Neil and Jonathan yelled in unison.

"Listen, I think you should just tell her... she ain't responding to any of my texts... and I don't know how it's gonna go with this Russell guy tonight, so I reckon you should head on over there..." Jonathan rambled. Neil still stayed in the same place, with his head in his hands. "Like right now!" Jonathan yelped, and Neil jumped at the sudden shift in volume and tone.

Neil approached your house as you sat in some dive bar, waiting for your date. His key twisted your locked door. Unbeknownst to him, the house was completely empty. And as he walked in, Russell was yet to arrive, over twenty minutes late to your date. At this point, you'd accepted that you had been stood up and patted yourself down, ensuring you had everything you brought.

"Y/N!" Russell's voice greets you, clearly out of breath. "I'm so sorry for being late... traffic was awful." Yeah, right, you thought. But you gave him a small smile and sat back in your booth. "That's alright," You pressed down your skirt that rested uncomfortably high on your thighs, trying to calm your nerves. The leather of the seats stuck to your thighs as Russell began making small talk. How boring. You found yourself zoning out as you downed the drink Russell had bought you just to try and cope with the terribly grim situation you were dealing with. Russell was some sort of accountant. Just the idea of finance lulled your brain into a state of boredom and borderline sleepiness. Russell's voice was monotone, and the way he licked his cracked lips every time he spoke made you feel queasy.

Meanwhile, Neil sat on your couch, spread out and feeling hopeless. No other person could ever compare to you, never ever, ever, ever. The thought of you meeting this guy he didn't know anything about except for his god-awful name and possibly hitting it off... maybe starting a life with him... the jealousy was sickening. Genuinely sickening.

It was festering within him, after all these years of watching men come into the store and flirt with you, the jealousy... the possessiveness... that another man talking to his Y/N... brought on was just too much for poor little Neil to handle. The jealousy was now fuelling the reason he still stayed. As soon as you walked through that door, with Russell or not, he'd get on his hands and knees... and beg you to love him... beg you to love him the way he loves you.

An hour went by... and then another, by now, it was nearing 10:30 PM, and Neil wasn't even sure if you were coming home. He then remembered your words of 'going back to his place afterwards' and felt like the biggest idiot in the whole world. He felt like he had lost you... like he was mourning you. His heart broke silently, and the heavyweight in his chest grew to be too intense, too blue to even cry. So he stood up and sighed, looking around your apartment before saying his goodbyes. I won't be over much now that she has a boyfriend, Neil thought. But as he turned around, about to walk out the door, there you stood with your key still in the lock looking at him like you'd look at an angel.

"Neil?" You asked softly as if it could possibly be anyone else.

"Y/N," He gasped, rushing to you, hands reaching out to you. "Please listen to what-" "Who's this?" Russell asks with a scoff, leaning on the doorway. Neil backed away like he had just entered a cock-fight he knew he couldn't win.

"Russell..." You shifted to look at him. "I think it's better if you just go... we can... we can see each other another time." "Yeah, alright," Russell shrugged, playing it cool but Neil saw the flicker of annoyance flash through the man's eyes. Russell turned back around and left, leaving the two of you alone.

"What are you doing here, Neil?" You chided, closing the door and deadbolting it behind you before walking over to the couch with Neil.

"I... I need to talk to you..." Neil whispered. You sat right beside each other, staring into each other's eyes. A feeling grew in your chest like you knew what he was about to say. "Y/N..."

"Neil..."

"I..." He faltered, his eyes looking down at his lap as he reached out, holding both your hands in his. Your heart did a spin at this, lips parted as you breathed heavily. What is happening? "I.... fuck... I don't know how to do this," Neil pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, clearly about to cry. "I've watched so many goddamn movies you'd think I... you'd think I'd have the right thing to say."

"Neil," You whispered, your voice coming out like a warning. "Just say it."

Neil looked up at you, speechless. The expression on his face was truly indescribable. Almost like a dramatic build-up, the room was silent, giving each other this look. This look you had never openly given to each other before.

"I don't want to kill my time with anybody else," Neil began, taking deep breaths. The sounds of cars passing by and trees swaying in the wind could be heard, along with the pounding of your heart. "You're the only one who makes me feel alive."

"Neil," You warned, looking away from him. "Why now?" You blurted out, quickly smacking your hand over your loose mouth.

"Wha...?" Neil asked, torn completely out of the moment by just those two words.

"Why are you telling me this now?" You questioned. Your hands ran down your face. "Why, Neil, Why?"

"What do you mean?" Neil shook his head, eyebrows knitted together. "What do you mean?!"

You were standing up now, you couldn't be close to him, you felt too dizzy. "After all these years... why are you only telling me this now?"

"I-I... I..." Neil stammered, utterly speechless this time. He wasn't expecting this reaction, he couldn't quite place what you were feeling. "I was afraid, Y/N."

"Of what?" You raised your voice and he flinched and suddenly the guilt hit you like a freight train. Tears fell down your face, ruining your makeup.

"Of losing you! Losing the only person in my life who actually matters!" Neil stood up as well, approaching you. Like a game of cat and mouse, you stepped away while he kept trying to round the coffee table to get to you. "I need you, Y/N. I need you to know how badly," He pleaded with you, but you couldn't find a way to let him further into your heart. He'd hit bone if he went any further into it.

"Neil, I don't know anymore! You're so confusing!" You screeched as he bumped into you, knocking you down onto the couch and he knelt in front of you, pleading eyes staring up at you. "I don't know what you want from me!" You cried.

"I want everything," He whispered, hands placed on both of your thighs. "I want to be yours... I want you to be mine. How do I make this any clearer?"

"I don't... I don't have you," You felt like you were being torn apart. "You don't want me. You just... you're just confused! You don't want me! You want..." You closed your eyes, thinking about the women Neil had dated. You felt like he wouldn't be satisfied with you... you felt like you weren't pretty enough or you were too boring or too familiar. "I don't have you... Neil... and I never will."

"You've always had me. Every second of every day... you've had me. I'm yours." Neil whispered, hands squeezing your thighs. "Please. I need to know."

"Need to know what?" "That you'll take me," His fingers travelled further up your goosebump-covered skin. "That you'll let me in, Y/N."

"How?" Your hands shook as you looked him in the eye again. This time... it felt like you were looking at a completely different man. It was no longer just your best friend you were looking at... but the man pleading with you to love him as if you hadn't been silently loving him from afar... all these years.

"Please let me show you."

Neil used his hands to balanced himself as he slowly and intimately leaned in, lips brushing yours every-so slightly. "Neil..." You whispered.

"Shh...." He hushed.

And your lips joined together. It felt like your body had let him in, like he was rewriting your DNA and letting every part of him consume you. He sat beside you now, cradling you in his arms as you kissed slowly. This was all so new to you, unlike any other kiss you had ever experienced. Every other kiss before this just felt like you were trying to negotiate something... but this... this kiss felt like your body had found its missing limb like it had found what it had been lacking all these years.

A string of spit connects the two of you as Neil softly pulls away, panting for breath. "Am I in yet?" He chuckled.

You tilted your head, squinting and stroking your chin, pretending you were struggling to decide. "Maybe... I don't know yet... think you'll have to try harder..." Your voice was still a bit shaky from crying. "Alright," He snorts before diving back in and kissing you rougher this time but still in that romantic, slow way. One hand placed on your hip and the other guiding the back of your head as you made out. Tongues pawing at each other like they were getting acquainted.

"Please touch me," Neil whimpered into your lips, and oh fuck, that was the most divine noise you had ever heard. "Please." "Only 'cause you asked so nicely..." You hummed, pushing him down and straddling him. You watched as he threw his head back, biting his lip and holding back the noises he so desperately wanted to make at the feeling of you sitting on him. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, watching him writhe underneath you at only the slightest touch. You popped each button out individually and slowly until Neil was groaning with annoyance.

"Don't be such a tease, Y/N," Neil grunted from behind gritted teeth once you had his shirt off. "If you felt how hard my dick was right now-"

"Oh, I do!" You giggled cheekily, slowly rolling your pelvis in a slow circle right over the tent in his trousers that poked into your thigh.

"You fucker-" He groaned, reaching his arms up and grabbing your head roughly and pulling you into a soul-sucking kiss, tongue grappling at yours desperately.

You moaned through dancing lips as you had the most delicious friction going. Neil was being just as loud as you, whimpers vibrating through your sternum and into your soul. Neil bucks his hips up pathetically before he breaks the kiss abruptly.

"You've gotta stop or I'm... I'm gonna..." He buried his muzzle in your neck and moaned. "I'm gonna fuckin cum in my pants." "Oh yeah?" You grinned, grinding your hips even faster.

"That means stop!" He grabs ahold of your wrists and flips you around like you were in a wrestling competition. You gasped out as he had you down against your couch, panting heavily above you with that frustrated-and-horny look. "I knew you'd be a little brat." He spat menacingly before grinning like a puppy, leaning down and kissing you heavily.

You ran your hands up your shirt, trying to pull your shirt off which made Neil pull away slowly when he realized you were taking your top off. "Are you sure?" He said breathily, above you, mouth wide open and his eyes glued on every inch of skin that was slowly being revealed more and more. You just nodded your head and smiled. "Oh fuck, you're showing me your boobs." Neil's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop. "Neil," You giggled as you got the top off and out came your tits, and there was Neil sitting there in disbelief at the sight of your boobs. "Neil!" You laughed, hitting him with a cushion; he smacked it away before looking back down at them with this look that almost resembled a look of horror. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Fucking hell, this is the best thing to ever happen to me," Neil chirped. "Fuck... please, Y/N... please let me squeeze them."

"Go ahead, Neil, touch me," You hummed, raising your arms above your head and leaning back with a Cheshire cat grin as his hands slowly and cautiously cusp your boobs. He let out a soft moan and let his eyes flutter shut as he slid his hands over your breasts, you could hear his breath hitch as his thumb slid over your hard nipples. "You're acting like you haven't touched a boob before," You snickered.

"Oh, believe me, I have..." Neil nodded, eyes open now and staring at your tits like he was high. "Just none as good as these..." He leaned in, hot breath fanning your left breast, lips parted but he doesn't go any further than that.

"Put it in your mouth, pretty boy," You demanded, and like the sub you always thought he was, he obeyed with a smile. "Fuck... that's it." The tops of his cheeks were flushed a gentle pink as he sucked and swirled his tongue around your nipple. "Mmm...." He hummed, eyes closed. His full body weight was resting on you while he sucked on your tits, switching between them. You laid there for quite a while and wondered how long he could do this. You braided your fingers through his hair before tugging it back roughly, and he unwillingly popped off your tit with a loud and whoreish whine.

"Hey!" He complained with eyebrows knitted together as his eyes looked between your eyes and spit-covered tits. He's so spoiled.

"I always knew you'd be a little brat." You said, repeating what he said to you earlier.

Neil drools on you helplessly, groaning as you pull on his hair more until you two are sitting up facing each other. You grin once more and lean in, giving him a sweet little kiss. His hands cupping your tits desperately.

"Carry me to the bedroom." You hummed dramatically, raising your arms in the air, and Neil shook his head and chuckled as he leaned down and wrapped you up in his arms.

"I'm so glad you're my best friend," Neil murmured into your warm shoulder as he padded you guys down to the bedroom he had been in countless times.

"Not just best friends, though," You remarked as he laid you down on the bed with your legs over his shoulders. He reached towards your bedside table.

"Condoms?" He hummed, searching through your drawers, but found nothing.

"Birth control... you should know this you idiot!" You giggled at Neil realizing what you just said.

"Can I...?"

"Yes!"

"Like... inside?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes!" You nodded your head, laughing wildly.

"Fuck you're gonna be the best girlfriend ever!" Neil grunted happily before leaning in and kissing you like you were his last meal.

Meanwhile, he slid your skirt down and unzipped his trousers. You caught a glimpse of his thick cock straining against his briefs and found yourself growing wetter.

"Let me make you mine, Y/N..." He whispered. "Let me finally make you mine."

"I've been yours," You caressed his face. You were both out of your underwear now. The tip of his prick nudging your clit as you looked up at him with so much love. "Please... Neil... please... I need you so bad."

Neil nodded silently, closing his eyes as he lined up his aching cock with your dripping cunt. The initial push in made your mind go blank and your spine arch even further into his touch, Neil moaned as he pushed himself into you fully.

"I can't believe this is happening..." Neil whispered. "This is so much better than I ever imagined it to be."

"You thought about me?" You grinned idiotically, high on the way he was stretching you out.

"Fuck," He groaned, hair falling over his pretty face. "Every fuckin' night."

"Me too."

His hands were placed firmly on your hips, and as he receded back until it was just the head of his cock in you, his fingers slid up to grope at your tits that his eyes had been practically glued on all night. Neil fucked you nice and slow, relishing in the way your pussy felt around him. Your hands were gripping the sheets, legs still thrown over his shoulders and mouth spewing incoherent words of pleasure.

"Neil... baby... oh my god," Your eyes so desperately wanted to shut but you wanted to enjoy how pretty he looked above you. "I love you."

Those words hung heavy in the air for a moment, Neil's hips never faltering as he leaned down and kissed you. "I love you, Y/N." Neil whispered against your hot mouth.

That was all you needed to hear. His cock slid in and out of you, both groaning and moaning as your bodies finally became one. Neil's mouth hung agape against yours, breathing in each other's air. Neil's face was flushed a bright red, pupils blown wide, and his hair messy from how you ran your fingers through it. Your noses brushed together as his pelvis rutted against your clit, dick still so deep inside you.

"I love you so much," Neil panted, thrusting into you desperately. "I always have..."

"Love you..." You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut and your arms slithering around his neck as the pleasure consumed you from the inside out. "So much... Neil..."

Neil pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling your face as he ground into you. "Fuck, please let me cum inside you."

"I'm so close, Neil..." You whispered. "Just hold on a little longer."

Neil grunted. A pyramid of pleasure building within you, ready to crash down and crumble inside of you. Your orgasm grew like a million tiny vines curling around each individual nerve until you saw colors you had never seen before.

"Squeezing me so tight," Neil whined. "I need to cum... please..."

"Cum," You commanded and he did.

Coming undone together felt like it was truly sealing your fate. You had never felt so close to him; you knew you could and would spend the rest of your life with him. He mewled into the crook of your neck, cum spilling into you as you convulsed, orgasm swallowing you whole and ridding you of all your senses. All you felt was him and the impending pleasure devouring you. Neil's whimpers only further pushed you over the edge.

"Y/N," He moaned like a whore. "Fuck... Y/N..." He whined right into your ear as his cock continued to fill you with his warm cum.

Your brain couldn't conceive a proper thought. You couldn't will yourself to speak as he collapsed on top of you. You smile as you lay there together, skin on skin, hearts pounding in sync. Neil pulled out of you with a quiet hiss, picking you up and curling up with you under the sheets.

You looked at each other silently, both still calming down. Your thumb drew infinity signs onto his cheekbone, slowly blinking at the boy you had always wanted- no, needed.

"That was the best thing to ever happen to me," Neil whispered, sleepy eyes looking at you full of adoration. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me." Neil pecked you softly on the lips. "I can't believe it took me this long to tell you... I... I'm sorry." "Shh..." You hushed. "It's okay... we're together now... that's all that matters."

You lay in silence once more, hearts still pounding in your chests. You took in every detail of him, which you had memorized countless times before, but this time it was different. It felt much more intimate. Every crease, every freckle... every tiny minuscule detail of him was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

"Does this mean we're boyfriend-girlfriend now?" Neil chuckled, rolling over onto his back, pulling you into his side.

"Shut up, Neil," You giggled. "You're such a dork."

"You love it." He quipped.

"I do," You agreed. "I love you."

"I love you," Neil smiled sweetly, and as he leaned in to kiss you again, you were quickly interrupted by the sound of Neil's phone ringing. "Fuck me," He grunted, reaching down to grab at his jeans where his phone was. "Hello?" He said with a sour face. "Hi, Jonathan, everything is okay... yes, she's here with me..." Neil looked down at you with a smirk. "Yes, Lucien can borrow my goggles... I don't care... can we talk about this later?" Neil hung up and tossed his phone aside before looking back at you with a sheepish smile.

"What was that about?"

"Well... erm... Jonathan just asked if everything went well... between us..." Neil blushed.

"He knows you're here?"

"He's the reason I came over... he gave me the courage to... y'know... tell you how I feel."

You rolled your eyes and laughed before kissing him deeply. You felt like everything was okay. Now that you had Neil in your arms, you could handle anything that life threw at you. Neil was already planning your wedding in his head as you shared the love between you in a kiss. You wouldn't want it to be anyone else

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I NEED NEIL LEWIS.... LIKE RIGHT NOW!!! Ugh, I love him so much. Anyway, hope you enjoyed <3

[carriagelamp]

By and large I was very satisfied with my books from this month. Read some books that were Goofy As Fuck (affectionate) this month, as well as some excellent nonfiction

Beware of Chicken

I get to kick this month off by being a hater. I was really disappointed in this book. A friend completely loves the series and was convinced it was right up my alley, so I'd gotten it on really high recommendation. The concept is right up my alley (protagonist lives in a cultivation setting, decides he actually hates all the violence and fighting involved in cultivation and instead fucks off to become a farmer… however his rooster then becomes a cultivator in his stead, hilarity ensues!) but the execution… woof. This is the sort of parody that rubs me the wrong way, the sort that comes across as lazy and clumsy and too mean-spirited to be appealing. 

The main character is isekai’d (another trope I don’t love as a rule) and he is just… unpleasant. He is a very Standard OP Main Character where everything he does goes well and everyone loves and reveres him with no actual work put in. The way female characters are handled sucks. The only bits I really enjoyed was the rooster’s POV and even that began to feel repetitive pretty quickly. I did not finish this book, there are better options out there.

The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish v1

Now, speaking of better books that lightly parody cultivation and isekai stories: tada! This series is ridiculous. It is very very very stupid. The writing is nothing to (hurr hurr) write home about. And I have definitely fallen in love with it, it’s good-hearted and silly in a way that feels perfect right now.

The main character, Li Yu, wakes up in a webnovel setting but rather than in the body of a character he is… a fish. The mission he’s given is to become the “tyrannical” fifth prince’s beloved pet and help him become a better person than he was in the canonical story. This whole book is some Saturday morning TV slapstick nonsense and it rocks. Li Yu is trying to be Very Sneaky And Cunning and fails it at every possible step. He is very obviously Not A Fish... however it just so happens that his new master knows so little about fish or pets that he’s just shrugging and going along with things. I’m very much looking forward to continuing the series.

Escape from Incel Island

I was in a independent book store and this was sitting out on a shelf. I was physically incapable of walking by this and not buying it. So here we are. This is the most deranged little novella you could possibly ask for, and I read it out loud with my girlfriend (while waiting in traffic) and later with my brother. It’s impossible not to laugh.

This story follows Manslaughter Jones, ruthless mercenary, and Dr Morrison who have been sent to the notorious Incel Island to retrieve lost government data. Along the way they team up with a group of Nice Guys, need to fight their way through dangerous forests and hordes of enemies while surrounded by a continual and extravagant spray of blood. What sort of people who were lured to an island prison with the promise of their very own woman upon arrival? You'll soon find out! This is obviously a parody of online incel culture and guns-blazing action movies, with just enough societal commentary to make it feel worth reading.

Honestly, if you want a book that jumps the shark from page one and is unapologetic about it, it's a very fun read. Highly recommend finding someone with a sense of humour to read it aloud with.

The God & the Flightless Messenger

A cute little manga that I was gifted. It’s set on a mountain where gods come and go, inhabiting the various peaks. They’re cared for by winged messengers, who tend to their needs and ensure they aren’t contaminated with chaos. Shin is a messenger whose wings never grew in properly, who can’t fly and doesn’t have a god to serve — until now. He’s sent down to the lowest mountain peak where a strange, new furball-of-a-god has appeared, one that seems to not just attract chaos to it but which seeks it out…

An Illustrated History of Urban Legends

A very chill nonfiction book about different aspects of urban legends, from ghost stories to cryptids to aliens. Written for a younger audience in mind, this is mainly just an introduction to the concept, but it’s well-written with a reasonably skeptical bend that points out conspiracy theories plainly. As an adult I found it worth reading just to enjoy the art that fills every page!

Old Wounds

This novel was… fine. Erin and Max, two trans teens, are determined to drive west to California, where they can attend college and live a more open life than they do in their small hometown. Things begin to go wrong though when they find themselves stranded in rural America, surrounded by not just small town bigots but potentially something much more deadly in the woods.

This is billed as a fairly classic “townsfolk sacrifice outsiders to the local monster” type of story, which I enjoy, but it fell short on the actual horror elements. There was no point where I was actually scared or worried for their well-being — it was fairly obvious that these two were safely shrouded in plot armour. However the story itself wasn’t bad. If you’re interested more in an interpersonal drama with a dash of light peril and horror elements on the side, you might enjoy this. If you want something that’s actually scary, try something else.

The Poison Squad

Absolutely phenomenal nonfiction, contender for my favourite book this month. This book delves into the history of the American FDA, and looks at the absolutely nightmarish landscape that existed when companies were allowed to put whatever the fuck they wanted into food completely indiscriminately and without telling anyone about it. All those people who want unpasteurized milk? Wanna know how they used to preserve it long enough to ship to the cities? Fill it with formaldehyde and some chalk powder to make it look white. Enjoy!! There was something very satisfying about watching such a dedicated fight for stricter regulations and consumer protection, mixed with just enough horror at what was being shoved into foods.

It has since been making me side-eye both a) food, and b) absolutely anything that tries to weaken governmental food regulations. Considering the political landscape, it really just makes this book all the more worth reading. On top of the fascinating topic, Deborah Blum has a very enjoyable, narrative writing style that makes it a very easy and enjoyable read (coming from me, who isn’t overly fond of nonfiction in general).

The Poisoner’s Handbook

After finishing Poison Squad I wanted to read more by Deborah Blum and found this. You can definitely see how Poison Squad grew out of the initial research that must have gone into The Poisoner’s Handbook. This nonfiction book is set during the Jazz Age, all around the time of Prohibition, and follows Charles Norris who becomes New York’s first appointed Chief Medical Examiner who pioneers the field of forensic medicine. He plays a pivotal roll in showing how rigorous scientific testing can be used to discern toxicity in humans, solve crimes, protect innocent people from wrongful accusations, and campaign for better safety regulations of poisonous substances. Not quite as well-written as Poison Squad imo, but a very compelling topic.

Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes

Read in honour of Rememberance Day. This is a book I vaguely remembered reading in elementary school, and decided to revisit. It’s just a tiny little chapter book, about a twenty minute read if even, but it hits hard. I remember sobbing as I read it as a kid, and I didn’t fare much better as an adult. It’s a fictionalized account of a real Japanese girl, Sadako, who was born just after the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. It follows her eventual diagnosis with leukemia and the slow death that follows. A very powerful anti-war story, superb if you want to traumatize any young children in your life ♥

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System v4

The final book of the Scum Villain Self-Saving System series, though the main story concluded in book 3. This book was entirely filled with additional “bonus stories” and honestly it’s just convinced me that more series should do this. There was something really fantastic about getting to neatly wrap up the series in book 3, but then still having some extra adventures, both pre-, mid-, and post-canon. Some of my favourites included the story that focused on side characters Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun and how their relationship evolved over the course of the series, some additional lore for my boy Zhuzhi-Lang, as well as a very amusing “de-age” story in which Luo Binghe finds himself in a child’s body though with all his usual memories and feelings. Shen Qingqiu has to deal with a pseudo-toddler who is capable of wholesale destruction — one who Is Not Happy about being mistaken for Shen Qingqiu’s child, and who wants people to stop propositioning this “single father” already, he is right here!!! These stories were mostly fun and silly with a few heart-wrenching ones mixed in for good measure.

The Swiss Family Robinson

A children’s classic that I’ve always meant to get around to. It was published in 1812??? I had no idea it was actually that old! Though man, once you start reading it You Can Tell...

For those who somehow don’t know the premise, The Swiss Family Robinson is about a (Swiss) family (named Robinson) who are shipwrecked near a deserted island. They then have to make their way to shore and figure out a way to survive. You see them meet all sorts of animals, scavenge for supplies, and build up a home on their island paradise.

Now, as far as it coming out in 1812… I can see why this would appeal to people at the time. It was a power-fantasy set during a time when sea exploration was The Hot Thing. There were all sorts of exotic animals! It tried to offer up what was probably New And Exciting Science! Unfortunately, from a 2024 lens, it is all completely insane and wrong. Kangaroos, buffalos, ostriches, jackals, elephants, vultures, anacondas… the entire world is condensed onto this singular island! Don’t even get started on the plantlife! And every single animal here is destined to be hunted and shot. We are very gun-happy in this book. 

My other main condemnation of the book (because let’s be honest, the science can be forgiven when the time period is taken into account) is that it is profoundly boring. There are no big problems. There is no difficulty. If a problem arises, it’s easily and perfectly solved by the father within the same paragraph. It makes for a slightly surreal reading experience and not one I'm eager to repeat. I've heard the Disney version at least includes pirates so I might try watching that, just so this boring as fuck colonialist narrative can get spiced up a little...

When Women Were Dragons

Hands down the best written book I’ve read this month which I was not expecting. I’ve seen this book’s name get bandied about, but always with pretty mixed reviews. Well, after finishing the book and diving into the goodreads comments to see what the heck people are going on about, I’ve concluded that the reading comprehension on this site is worse than I imagined.

So, from the top, let me make it abundantly clear: this is not a fantasy adventure. It will not read like a fantasy adventure. It is, arguably, not even fantasy! Despite the dragons! This book is 100% an example of pure, uncut magical realism and it has to be read allegorically. If you are reading this literally, I’m sorry but you are reading it wrong and I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t enjoy it.

This story is set during the 1950s, in a time surrounding an event known as “The Mass Dragoning” when thousands of women suddenly, spontaneously, transformed into dragons and flew away. The story follows Alex Green who was a child during this event. Her aunt transformed. Her mother didn’t. Both of these things have profound impacts on Alex as she grows up, and a woman’s role in society, a woman’s anger, her joy, her desire are all questioned and explored. What does it mean for someone to stay, for someone to leave, and for someone to be left behind? What does the transition between first and second wave feminism look like? It is a heavy book but beautifully written and incredibly poignant. So many times I was left in speechless awe. This is really a masterpiece, and if you like dissecting literary works I can’t recommend it enough.

This Months Notable Absentee:

Whoops, I was doing Dracula Daily and completely forgot about it during the long slow section after the October whammy, so I did not end up finishing it on time.... 🫠 expect that on Decembers book round up!

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Playing Pretend (Part 8)

Roy is a bit distracted during the wedding ceremony.

Roy Kent x Reader

1.3k words

Warnings: Language, Roy pining, pining, pining

Series Masterlist

Roy had been hoping to see you just once more before the ceremony. Partly to give you reassurance that he’d be right there, eyes on you, but, more selfishly, he wanted a glimpse of you in your bridesmaid dress so he wouldn’t gawk at you as you walked down the aisle.

Unfortunately, your sister kept you busy, so there was no chance for that. Instead, he was only able to send you a quick text as he found his seat a couple rows behind your parents, reminding you that he’d be your anchor when you needed one and jokingly wishing you luck walking in a straight line after the night before.

His heart skipped a beat when you sent him a simple Thanks Roy. You’re the very best ❤️

He felt like a fucking teenager, the way he got so excited over a fucking heart emoji. But he couldn’t help it; it was you. Everything you did made him feel like a stupid, lovesick boy: the way you smiled at him, those moments when you were physically affectionate, your ability to make him laugh with stupid memes sent in the middle of the day just because it made you think of him, the fact that you always remembered little details like his metal allergy.

Roy wondered what it was like for you watching him date. He knew what it was like for him to watch you. He fucking hated it. For those three years you were with Jim, Roy felt so fucking tortured. Watching you smile at Jim, embrace Jim, kiss Jim, listening to you gush about Jim, confide in Roy and his sister that you were going to marry Jim. It had all been too much. For a brief while, Roy had considered taking a break from your friendship to force himself to get over you; he had lasted all of two days before sending you a text about the book he was reading because he knew you’d like it too.

As the garden filled with poshly dressed people, Roy thought back on those rare occasions he’d brought women around you. You were always quieter in those instances, not hugging Roy as tight, not engaging his date in any sort of conversation if you could help it. It wasn’t as if you were anti-social; whenever he brought around Jamie or another teammate, you were bubbly and friendly, leaving them with a lovely impression and questioning Roy about why he hadn’t asked you out. It was only his dates you were icy to. When one woman asked him about your coldness, Roy had shrugged it off, assuming you weren’t feeling well; that particular date had rolled her eyes and called Roy thick.

He knew. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew, because he’d seen it the night before when Jim’s cousin simply glanced at him. You were jealous. Jealous of the models and the influencers and the actresses. Even a little jealous of Keeley Jones, even though you’d met her on multiple occasions and liked her. Ever since you were thirteen and heard Roy talk about his first girlfriend, you were painfully, white-hot, devastatingly jealous of every single girl and woman who had Roy Kent’s attention.

No, Roy scolded himself, ignoring the sound of music starting. You couldn’t be jealous. Because being jealous meant…

Fuck.

The model whose name he’d forgotten now was right. He really was thick. When he was at the youth academy, you used to call and write him all the time, even more than his own family did. You always had a smile for him, always a hug that lasted just a moment too long, always found an excuse to pass him and press yourself close to him. At matches, it was your voice he could hear over the roar of the crowd, shrieking his name with excitement and pride. After he’d truly busted his knee, you were at his door with a bottle of whiskey and not a word of pity, knowing he’d be getting that from the rest of the world. Every glance across the room, every text sent for no reason other than to say hello, every movie night with your leg pressed against his, every moment of teasing from your family this weekend, all of it added up to one stupidly obvious truth:

You were probably just as in love with him as he was with you.

Roy didn’t get much time to sit with this newfound revelation before the procession began. He hadn’t even noticed Jim take his place beside the minister, nor did he care to look in that direction. Instead, his eyes anxiously awaited the sight of you.

He exchanged knowing glances with Paul as he and Jen marched down the aisle; it was as if your brother-in-law could see the clarity Roy finally felt. Then came that bridesmaid that couldn’t keep her eyes off Roy, but he didn’t pay her any mind. Not when he finally saw you coming down the aisle.

You were gorgeous. Of course you were. You were always gorgeous. Your gaze immediately found Roy and your smile widened. For someone about to watch her sister marry her ex, you looked relaxed, glowing even. And somehow, Roy knew it was because of him.

As everyone stood for Lauren’s entrance, Roy couldn’t resist glancing back at you. As he had hoped, you were already looking right at him.

~

The ceremony went off without a hitch, much to everyone’s relief. There was no telling what your sister would do if something had been amiss. Roy began to follow the crowd towards the reception, wondering if he could manage to find some secluded corner to have a drink while he waited for you to come back from taking bridal party photos; he was rarely interested in schmoozing and talking about his work with strangers, even more so now that he was reflecting on his painfully obvious realization.

“Roy.”

He didn’t even have to turn to know it was your hand on his arm.

You smiled up at him, radiant, almost goddess-like in your bridesmaid dress and flower crown. He had to admit, despite Lauren’s Lauren-ness, he definitely liked her choice in bridesmaid outfits.

“I was just heading to the reception,” he explained. “Figured you had pictures and shit.”

You nodded, wringing your hands. “Yeah. I just… wanted to say thank you.” You took a step closer to him. “For being there today. Lauren wasn’t too happy that she saw you making that face at me but…” You shrugged with a shy chuckle. “It helped.” Without another word, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re amazing,” you whispered before letting go. Your hands lingered on his arms as you looked up at him.

His hands froze on your waist as he looked down at you, every instinct in his head begging him to say something.

But not yet. Not now. Not right before you were supposed to be taking photos with your family. Because what if he was totally and completely wrong? The awkwardness on your face would be documented for all eternity.

Even worse, what if he was right? He’d finally admit his feelings, you’d admit yours, and then he’d have to let you go be all smiles next to fucking Jim. Fuck no. Once Roy told you how he felt, he didn’t want to spend even one second away from you.

“Roy?”

Your timid voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Go smile pretty for the camera,” he teased, kissing your forehead. “Just do your fucking best not to outshine the bride. Although-” His eyes trailed up and down your figure before returning to your face. “-that might be fucking impossible.”

The blush that appeared on your face made him feel almost proud. “I’ll do my best,” you laughed, giving his biceps a squeeze. “Photos shouldn’t take too long, so I should be back soon.”

“I’ll have a strong drink waiting for you,” Roy promised.

“And a dance?” You raised your eyebrows, knowing Roy was never much for dancing.

Roy shrugged and pressed another kiss to your forehead. “As many dances as you fucking want.”

[tayas-words]

Seduce Me The Otome Head Canons edition!

I have a Geology Mid term tmr morning…am I studying? No, I’m writing out my headcanons about a game that’s about sex demons.

James

- Despite how dominant he is, there are very rare times where he lets himself be vulnerable with Mika. While they’re watching a movie sometimes he’ll lay his head on her lap and let her rub his scalp to help him relax.

- He likes action movies

- He really likes Halloween, he sees it as a way to be whatever he wanted to be, because of how he was forced to be the perfect prince for his father.

- in the demon world, James would find Damien after he managed to escape his father and sit in silence with him, allowing Damien to speak with him in his mind.

- He’s really good at sewing

- His first child is a boy which scares him, scared he’ll fuck up

Erik

- Really likes to read fantasy books

-really likes horror movies, he likes to laugh at how stupid people are in them

- enjoys things like fall festivals, he likes being able to walk around the stalls and smell all the cinnamon and Caramel apples

- everytime Mika would turn his flirting down he does the damsel in distress move where he puts his hand on his forehead and one on his heart and goes “oh how you wound me.”

- he knows how to play the flute really well

- one time he walked in on Mika having a sad day and she was watching old Barbie movies (he walked in on fashion fairytale) and it has become his guilty pleasure.

Sam

- EXTREMELY affectionate towards Mika when it’s either just the two of them or just around the mansion

- guilty pleasure is he actually likes rom-coms but will never admit it, only one that knows it is Damien

- he loves burgers BUT he won’t eat any vegetables on his burgers, only bacon cheese and mustard.

- car man, he knows how to fix cars and do oil changes and all that stuff

- when he gets anxious, he’ll take his chain off and put it on his finger and spin it around

- even though he’s really bad at it, he loves to dance with Mika. They’ll be in the kitchen and Sam will turn on some random music and they’ll start dancing

Matthew

- he has a love hate relationship with horror games, especially when he knows his brothers are home, they’ve all scared him while he was sitting in his and Damien’s room so he now locks the door

- he loves creating decorations for the house during Halloween and Christmas

- while him and James are both amazing in the kitchen (and I mean everywhere else too), Matthew is better with dessert than actual food foods

- his favourite thing to make Mika whenever she’s upset or something, is either some sort of cheesecake or apple crisp

- even tho he hates Simon Tabby, there’s a drawer in his dresser that has a little bed in it for him

- he loves cats

Damien (my favourite)

- once he’s comfortable with Mika, he’s not as quiet as he was before (especially when it comes to flirting)

- he becomes good at sewing

- he’s actually really good at painting and photography

- he is the BEST hider in hide and seek

- Halloween is the only time he ever let his demon form out (he still wore clothes dw)

- he got Mika to teach him the stuff she was learning at school (well got her to teach him from like grade primary up to her level)

[rowebug]

What exactly do u like about walle (i’ll draw u eve if i ever find the time)

BOY.

the topic of "what would happen to earth if all humans disappeared" has always been interesting to me, and although its not technically the main focus, its one factor that intrigued me.

i love how its a great example of show, don't tell. wall e and eve don't have humanoid facial features, but they still convey so much emotions through their body language and eyes

i love how it takes a jab at capitalism and overconsumption

i love how this movie is animated. i love looking at the little details- especially in wall e's home (truck? YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHAT I MEAN). i love looking at all the little trinkets he's collected. i like looking at the layout of the axiom. ALSO the space scenes (wall e on his way to the axiom and the 'define dancing' scene.

i love the way they show how wall e influenced the people (and robots) he interacted with. he shared his own curiosity with them, and helped them realize that there is always room for exploration.

i LOVE the soundtrack. i listen to it on spotify when I'm studying, cleaning, or even just to sleep. i love listening for recurring themes, and listening to the instruments that play. define dancing is absolutely stellar, and bubble wrap is such a fun track to listen to.

and i absolutely adore both wall e and eve's development throughout the film. the way wall e looks at eve with puppy eyes. i love that it's wall e's silliness that intrigues eve. i love wall e's excitement in showing her the things that he loves, including his favorite movie. THE SCRIPT. OH HOW I LOVE THE SCRIPT.

this scene is so cute. wall e you stupid little lovesick fool ❤️❤️ (that's me. I'm the lovesick fool)

even though he annoys eve at first, she still cares about him. she still makes sure he's okay. its so funny to see eve try to tell wall e to stay put, but he's a stubborn little shit (affectionate) and tries to help anyway. when wall e gets freaking tased, and his memory chip (?) is messed up, she chooses helping him over her own directive. wall e becomes her priority, her directive. once he's okay then she can continue on.

holo detector scene :(( wall e gets crushed and eve wasn't right there to help. even when the plant successfully registers, it doesn't matter, because HEY is he wasn't fucked up before HE SURE IS NOW. there is such an urgency in the way she fixes wall e (fantastic scene by the way. it really is satisfying to watch and listen to).

unfortunately, in the process of fixing him, he lost what made him special; his humanity. all his trinkets are just more pieces of debris to throw out. they hold no importance to him anymore. hello dolly is just another sound in the environment for him to ignore. and eve is just another life form to not bother. even if it seems like she is trying to interact with him, the best thing is to move on and follow his directive. it's heartbreaking to watch honestly. eve desperately trying to get him to remember anything, the little moments they shared, anything from before. she even holds his hand (he doesn't technically have any but ykwim), but he still remains soulless. when it seems clear that wall e isn't coming back, she gives up. she got to fix him. at least she got to know him. now it's time to move on.

eve gives wall e a little kiss/spark as a goodbye and moves away. surprise surprise, because we can't just leave the kids watching devastated, wall e comes back 🎉🎉🎉

lets assume that the spark sort of rebooted wall e into remembering, it doesn't matter, because now he's back, and they both have feelings for each other. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!! *explodes into a bunch of glitter particles*

I love wall e's character, he is such a boyfail i lob him 😢😢 he's passionate about collecting little trinkets, he's a curious little guy, he's clumsy as hell and he's somehow the last one standing. autistic wall e is so important to me chat HELP MEE

eve is such a girlboss and we love her for it. polite little lady I LOVE HER DESIGN. she gets frustrated easily and honestly, I can relate. she's really determined in whatever it is she needs to do and she DOES IT. if you asked her to find someone she'll do it, no matter how much legal trouble she gets into. it's so silly how she carries wall e hebwjevwjev

i adore their love story so much eve and wall e are the literal embodiment of me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic. they are my favorite ship that falls under the girlboss x boyfail trope. THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME I LOVE THEM WITH ALL MY HEART ❤️❤️ they really are my comfort ship of all time nobody will ever make me hate walleve <3333

[lorifragolina]

A Hallmark Christmas Movie in Summer

And now, we're almost there! The poll spoke up and I'm posting the last corner of my first @harringrovesummerbingo card! I had so much fun writing this one, it's my favourite, because both of them are so silly and stupid and funny, and I adored Max, she is a little brat, affectionately!

I love Hallmark Christmas movies and they are perfect for one of them, witha little summer twist!

Title: A Hallmark Christmas Movie in Summer

Square & Prompt: C1 "Caught in a thunderstorm"

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3679

Major Tags: Idiot to lovers, Hallmark cheesiness, plant shop.

Summary: One is a successful professional person in a big city, probably already an associate, with a healty, handsome neurosurgeon partner. The other is a ripped lumberjack or something similar, living in the same old little Midwest village, maybe not so educated but really good at feeling. One returns home for Christmas and the other turns their entire world "upside down". Now make it in Summer, the one is a bit of a loser and the other is a sort of ripped lumberjack in the same old little Midwest village... Could a thunderstorm draw Steve and Billy near each other?

Read it in AO3

Perfect. Just perfect.

The day couldn’t go worse. 

Not only that, he left his card at the reception of the hotel that morning, so he had to come back  after a three hour drive. Not only he forgot to stop at the last gas station when that red light of the battery turned on, so now the car was at side of the road, out of power, and he just noticed that he left the house’s key inside, but now, the sky was becoming black and silver, the cold air was blowing against him and he could see the lightnings and hear the thunders really near. He was in the fucking middle of nowhere, alone, frightened, and lost.

Well, lost… he probably would prefer being lost. He crossed the “Hawkins” city sign and sighed. 

His parents had sold his childhood home and he came back there to see it for the last time, to take the last things he wanted to keep; he got the chance to take a break from his shitty life in Denver, where his girlfriend had just dumped him for another, less loser, guy, he lost another dead-end job in a insolvent company and he had just to leave the tramp flat he couldn’t afford anymore.

Steve Harrington was coming back to Hawkins in the worst way: heart broken, broke, unemployed and futureless.

And soaking wet, because the dark sky melted down in a cold, heavy and pouring rain in a second, drenching him from head to toe and making him feel even more miserable. 

The city seemed empty and turned off; finally he saw the only open shop along the street that had a light inside and ran to it, opening the door wide at the ting of the little bells, and he took shelter inside.

“Fuck to this shitty city, fuck the rain!” he exclaimed while the door closed behind him, his hair still glued on his forehead and eyes, drippin miserably on the floor.

“And a good day to you too, Harrington”.

Steve’s heart skipped a beat, and he slowly raised his head, moving his wet hair with a hand.

He tried to say something, but words died in his throat and he stayed there, still like a statue, mouth opened, totally blanked.

His enemy, his nemesis, his senior year nightmare… his secret high school crush was there, at the other side of the bar, smirking at him with those perfect blank teeth, his pink lips, his soft flawless skin, his sparkling blue eyes and his blonde curls covered by a hanky, a short sleeves shirt that showed his tattooed toned arms, and a tattoo peeking out  from the collar too, and a black apron cover him and a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hands.

Steve looked around furtively, during an instant that seemed to last forever, to the shop he just entered; buckets of flowers in the floor, shelf with vases with various shades of green and in many shapes, a light floral scent of dried flowers and fresh water. 

He just invaded a plant shop, and Billy Hargove was in charge of it. 

Outside, the storm continued.

“Billy?” he finally murmured, and Billy smiled more, becoming more bright, if possible.

“Hi, Harringrove. Long time no see,” Billy finished the bouquet and smiled again, making Steve blush, and he noticed it, giggling. “Back home, finally,” he added.

Steve shivered, the water still dropping from him. “Just… just visiting my parent’s house… they… they…'' he looked around. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to take cover…”

Billy waved a hand. “Don’t worry. Typical summer thunderstorm”.

Steve could barely breathe, everything Billy said sounded terribly hot and flirty, but it was surely his fault because he didn’t expect to find him here, working between flowers and making a bouquet. He was golden tanned, and he wondered how he could get a color like this in a shithole like Hawkins.

“My car broke and I have…”

Billy smiled again and opened his mouth to answer, but in that moment the door opened again with the jingle of the bells. 

“Jesus Christ, everything happened to me! It always rains when I do some deliveries by foot, damn shit… oh”.

A short figure, covered by a yellow raincoat, dripping like Steve, had entered the shop cursing with a high pitch voice.

Max took off the hood, shaking off the water, and stared at Steve with the same surprise as him staring at her.

“Steve?” Max eyes darting to Billy.

“Hi… Hi, Max…”

“What’s going on?”sShe asked, while Steve was asking the same thing to himself.

“Steve’s car broke and he got caught by the rain like you,” Billy said in a warm, soft voice, and Steve shivered again. “He’s just visiting, right, Harrington?”

Steve nodded. “Yes, I…”

“Well, it’s late and I think nobody would come at this hour, so, what if we just close the shop for today?” Billy continued. 

Max hung the raincoat and took off the boots, smoothing her soaked hair. She shrugged and nodded, turning the sign on the door on “closed”.

“I better get going…” Steve took a step to the door, but Billy snickered a little.

“Oh, not at all, you can’t go around like a drowned rat. Max, can you tidy up while I help Harrington?”

Billy showed a door to Steve, and looked at Max with a crooked smile.

“Slut,” she mouthed.

Billy guided Steve upstairs stairs to the first floor.

“Do you live here?” Steve asked to break the ice.

“Yeah, it’s convenient with the shop. I thought you wanted to dry a little, you seem frozen”.

In fact, Steve felt the water dunking his hair and his clothes and he was beginning to teeth chattering. His hands were ice cold. 

“The bathroom is right there. I’ll get some more towels, if you want to take off those wet clothes”.

Steve kept telling himself that it was probably his fault because he was surprised and nervous, but Billy’s tone seemed really flirty.

He took off his shirt in the bathroom and opened the pants button, but he looked behind him and saw Billy standing there, looking at his narrow waist, some towels in his hands and a smirk in that pretty face.

“Please, don’t mind me, Harrington,” he purred. “We used to be teammates after all, don’t we?”

Steve blushed furiously. Yes, they used to be teammates and change in the same locker room, and he had a hard time in his senior year having Billy around. It took ages to understand that a part of this hate and intolerance against Billy was due to a little attraction too. It took ages for him to come out and accept his past crush on Hargrove.

And now he was half naked, embarrassed, in Billy’s bathroom, in Hawkins, the last place he expected to see Billy again, with his nasty look on his back.

“I’m afraid I don’t have many things that can fit you… but I can borrow you a tracksuit,” Billy entered the bathroom, closer to Steve, and left some clothes for him. “Do you need some underwear too?”

Steve felt his cheeks on fire. “No… I’m fine,” he tried to hide his face, dressing up quickly and drying a little more of his hair. 

“So you stay at the old Harrington manor?” asked Billy from the kitchen. 

“Yes… They are about to sell it and I’m checking…” he nervously went near the door. “I have to go now, I have to return to the car”.

“No way. I’m going with you and I’ll check on it.” Billy took his keys and made it clink, winking at Steve. 

“There’s no need…” Steve tried to brush aside Steve, but Billy nodded.

“Of course. I’m glad to help”.

Steve sighed and got in Billy’s car. He wasn’t surprised to see the infamous blue Camaro and to hear the roar of the gas that Billy liked so much in the old times. 

“It is the battery, nothing serious,” he said after checking the dashboard. “Luckily I have the jumper cables”.

Billy restarted Steve’s car and then cleaned his hand in his jeans, smiling at him. 

“Thank you so much, Billy”.

“No big deal,” Billy leant to his car but he didn’t feel like going away. He shared a little to Steve, who sat in his car, hands on the wheel, too embarrassed to stare back at him. 

“Well, Harrington, have a good time at Loch Nora,” Billy sighed finally, patting Steve’s car and opening the Camaro’s door. 

“Wait, Billy…” Steve gripped the wheel. “Can I… well, I’d like to… do you have plans for dinner?”

“I could cancel, why, Harrington?” he grinned, with sparkles in his eyes. 

“Well, I want… I want to thank you… maybe we can have dinner together?I… I have nothing at the house, anyway…”

Steve sweared internally and cursed himself. Why did he start stammering and begging so pathetically? He bit his lips. 

“Deal,” smirked Billy. “You buy,” he blinked again. Steve nodded. “Can you pick me up in an hour?” 

Steve nodded again and started the car, trying to go away before doing some other screw-up.

Billy had just the time to take a shower and fix his hair, then he dressed up a little bit and bathed in aftershave, as Max noticed in a loud voice when he stormed out the door at Steve’s arrival.

Hawkins didn’t have a lot of fancy restaurants, but fortunately one of the prettier has a table for them. 

Billy ordered a glass of red wine and Steve had the sensation that his way to drink it was too sensual for a simple thank you dinner, and he felt goosebumps all over his body. They chatted nicely about trivial things for half the time. 

“So, what is your life in Seattle, Harrington?” Billy asked abruptly in the middle of the second course.

“Denver,” corrected Steve.

“Denver,” nodded Billy. “Living the best life, right? How are you doing with your girlfriend?” he blinked. 

Steve gulped, swallowing a mouthful. There was no need to tell his whole pathetic story, but there was no need to lie either. They’re chatting about this and that.

“Well my girl dumped me recently, so not very good but one always survives, am I wrong?” he snickered, trying not to seem too miserable.

“Oh. I’m sorry, but I’m sure you’ll find someone better, plenty of fishes in the sea”, Billy smiled again to him. Obviously he hadn’t an idea about how King Steve had sunk so low lately. 

“And you?” Steve teased, raising his eyes at him behind his beer.

Billy scoffed. “Oh, no boyfriend at all,” he stopped a little, letting the word sink between them. “The dating pool is absolute shit, you know…” 

Steve pursed his lips. No, he couldn’t really understand how Billy was single, every man, woman, boy or girl, old or young, any gender and orientation should throw themselves at a stunning beauty like Billy, especially there, in Hawkins, where he should be surely one of a kind. He himself would jump on him either…

“I’m bi,” he shot suddenly, almost without filtering from his brain to his mouth.

Billy choked, blushing a little.

Steve praised the earth to open and swallow him. 

Billy finally smiled, slipping his hand near Steve’s on the table, without touching it, but making the move evidently. He grinned and changed the topic.

When they left the restaurant, the air was warmer than in the afternoon, the heat had already dried the fleeting rain of the thunderstorm, and Billy put his jacket on the backseat of Steve’s car. Steve left him in front of the plant shop and Billy waved him goodnight with a big smile, sighing while the car went away.

The next day started as a hot, shiny and clear summer day, and Max and Billy were working in the shop with the door open to let some fresh air enter. 

Steve appeared in the doorframe in the middle of the afternoon, waving Billy’s jacket as a shield.

“Hello… you left it in my car yesterday…” he lent the jacket to Billy. Max startled looking at Billy, surprised: it was his favorite jacket and he would never forget it. 

“Slut,” she mouthed behind Steve’s back, and Billy grinned at her. 

“Thank you, Steve. It had been a funny night and I wasn’t thinking about the jacket…” he purred, and Max rolled her eyes, while Steve blushed. 

“No problem… Well, I have to go, I… I have some paperwork to handle…,” he turned his back, but Billy stopped him.

“Hey, Harrington, your pantry’s still empty?”

Max sighed, and Steve turned to him, confused.

“Well, yeah… why?”

“What about a homemade dinner… to thank you for it?” Billy whispered softly to him, rubbing his jacket. 

Max wished to be abducted in that very moment: Steve babbled something unintelligible for a long, pathetic minute, before nodding and accepting, bright red like a pepper. 

“Great,” Billy stared at Steve’s eyes until Steve had to lower his gaze and stormed away.

Max stood with her hands on her hips. 

“Harrington, eh? You’re such a slut”.

Billy didn’t look at her face, but took his car keys. 

“I have to go for groceries. Ah, sleep out tonight, I need the house”.

Max shook her head. “What?”

“I need the house, so stay at El’s or Sinclair or whatever, understood?”

Max smirked. “You seem a little bold to me for someone who needs a favor”-

Billy rolled her eyes. “Jeez, ok, fine, please, could you please leave me the house for tonight? Please? ”

”You’ll have me for Thanksgiving and the spring break next year!”

“Are you nuts?”

“And Lucas. And El too,” insisted Max.

“You’re kidding,” Billy looked angrily at her.

“You’re the one who wants to get laid, not me”, Max returned to her work, waiting.

“Ok, ok, fine, you three at my house, whatever!” Billy snapped, and Max smirked. “So you’ll stay at El?”

Max nodded. “Ok, deal, I’ll sleep out tonight. I’ve already planned to stay at El’s, anyway,” she made him tongue, and Billy opened the door with rampage. 

“Bitch,” he snapped at her.

“Slut!” she yelled in return.

Billy opened the door and Steve entered the apartment, welcomed by soft light, a chill music and a delicious smell from the kitchen. The first time he didn’t notice many details, but now he could see a lot of house plants that seemed obvious, and some pictures of Max, Max’s graduation, a portrait and a photo with her and Billy eating an ice cream. 

Billy reached him with a glass of wine and Steve felt a little nervous.

“Is…. Max living here too?”

“Yeah, it’s me and her at the moment…” Billy read the worried look in Steve’s face. “She’s out for dinner,” he smirked, inviting him to sit on the sofa. Steve, instead, followed him in the kitchen where he was giving the last touches to the dinner. 

He had tied his hair up in a bun, with some blonde lock on his neck, a silk shirt, red, and Steve had to awkwardly admit that he had imagined it, the sleeves rolled up on his arms; he had already seen Billy’s tattoos last night at the restaurant, but now they were even hotter with the extra care he put in his outfit. 

Steve had tried to appear at the best too, and after all he hadn’t completely lost his touch, but he almost passed away when he saw the front, the shirt lazily unbuttoned and the tattoo that peeped out on Billy’s pecs, while his golden medal captured the warm light of the room. 

Billy led the conversation during the dinner, and Steve tried to relax, with difficulties, because it seemed that Billy could flirt so naturally that Steve couldn’t even try to resist. After all, an invitation like that had an obvious purpose. 

The food was delicious, another skill that Steve didn’t expect from Billy, but he was distracted by the charming conversation and Billy’s lips, along with more than a couple of the fresh white wine that matched perfectly to the shrimp pasta and the delicate sauce of the meat. 

When they finished, Billy tempted him with a stronger wine and they moved to the sofa. Again, Steve felt nervous for Billy’s proximity, their knees were lightly touching each other, and trying to guess how to carry on with the date.

He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, will Max…”

Billy shook his head. “Oh, she’s busy, she’s out for the night. A pool party or whatever”.

“Oh.” Steve nodded. 

“A pity you couldn't throw a pool party here again, right?”

Steve shrugged. “It’s life, I guess”.

Billy chuckled softly. “Although I can only imagine how big is the pool in your mansion in Denver,” he said, in a tone that Steve couldn’t read. He blushed, thinking at the dump he had called home for the last two years. 

“Well…” he considered putting all his cards on the table or maintaining a little dignity, at least for the moment. “Actually I don't exactly have a pool… actually I’m leaving my… my apartment, I need a fresh start, I guess”.

“Well, it’s good too. It’s a classic, right? The little city golden boy who leaves the Midwest and lives the best life in a big city…”

Steve bit his lips. 

“I guess you can make it successfully whenever you want…” again, Steve couldn't really read Billy’s tone, and it seemed a little mocking to him, but how could Billy know he was all but successfully and rich and that he had had a miserable life since when he left Hawkins without any idea? “Do you already have a plan?”

Steve shrugged again. “I’d always wanted to see California, but lately I was thinking of staying here for a while… like, downshifting a little”.

“Yeah, it’s like a movie, right? The successful man who returned to the shitty little place and made it a big win”. “Well if you’d say living in this shithole is a win...”

Billy blinked, and Steve cursed himself, wondering if he hurted his feelings in any way.

“I mean… there’s nothing wrong with staying here, of course… it’s not a matter of running away or failing, I mean… I’m happy to be there and…”

Steve forced himself to breathe slowly and stop the tornado of thought inside his head. He was better than that, and he could do better. 

He raised his eyes and looked Billy straight in his’. 

“It’s a matter of luck, too,” he said softly, smirking a little.

Billy smiled lightly and put down his glass, hanging out towards Steve; his hand slipped sweetly on Steve’s thigh.

“It’s a matter of opportunity too,” he whispered, closing the distance between them and kissing him. 

Steve released a whine of relief and answered gladly and fiercely to the kiss; he grabbed Billy’s forehead and felt Billy’s hot hands tucking directly under his polo. 

Billy’s chest was moving fastly, and his curls were loose and ruffled on the pillow. His lips were wet and parted, and he was looking at Steve topping him with a feral shine in his blue eyes; Steve shivered, although the contact between their naked bodies was almost scalding. He was about to zone out, he would never, ever imagined in his wildest fantasies he could find himself there, between Billy’s Hargove’s legs, his prohibited high school crush, balls deep inside him and making him squirm and whimper. 

Billy arched his back even more and clinged his legs on Steve’s back.

“I have been waiting for it since I was seventeen..“, moaned Billy. 

Steve blanked out. 

He woke up with the soft touch of Billy’s arms around his waist. It took a moment for him to remember where he was and what happened before falling asleep after the most perfect sex of his life.

Billy suggled on his neck, purring and kissing it softly, and Steve felt his considerable manhood, half hard, against his legs. He moaned of pleasure; his girl didn’t like morning cuddles, but he was a fan. 

Billy kept brushing his naked skin, burning him where he touched, and Steve reached out for a kiss, then two, and laid down on his back, taking Billy between his own legs, this time. 

Billy whispered, satisfied, trying to catch his breath, smiling in the curve of Steve’s neck. It was something he could get used to, Steve thought, if he had to stay in Hawkins, an advantage he had never considered.

After a while, Billy got up and put his briefs on, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“So, you’re thinking of staying in Hawkins for the moment?” he asked, and Steve blinked a little, surprised by the odd and abrupt question. 

“Uhm, yes, I think so…”

Billy stared at his eyes, grinning. “Well, if you come to California one day, you can stop and say hello,” he smiles, satisfied with the clueless expression on Steve’s face.

“What do you mean? I thought… you lived here. The shop…”

Billy chucked sweetly. “Oh, no. I’m just helping Susan for the summer, the shop is hers. She’s on honeymoon right now… this is her apartment. I live in California,” he enjoyed Steve’s astonishment. “I work there… modeling. I actually have a pool. Maybe you could enjoy a little party, if you’d come visit”.

Billy smiled slyly, while Steve was speechless. It took a couple minutes for him to regain his senses.

“But… I thought you lived here…” he repeated dumbly. 

“Well, I hope it’s not a problem,” Billy whispered, bending a little towards him. “Does it change things?”

Steve shook his head. He wasn’t surprised that Billy was successful and that he was a model, he was even prettier than when he was eighteen. Steve lost the opportunity once, and he was tired of feeling like a loser. 

He smirked, smiling at Billy and pulling him closer, grabbing his underwear.

“It’s not a problem. Not at all”.

[deityoftherain]

(not) just a costume - Sapphic/Yuri Jizzie

Rating: Teen

Relationship: F/F

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 3,549

Summary: Joel planned to dress up as Heather Duke for Halloween with his fellow Bad Boys, so he committed and bought everything he needed for it, including the wig. He had expected it to just be a silly costume, but, when he tried the wig on, things sort of just start to... click. She started off confused and in denial, but, slowly but surely, she started to realize that it maybe it was never "just a costume".

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It was just something stupid for Halloween. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything! Not anything like this. It was just a stupid wig and a stupid plaid skirt. It was just a costume! That was it!

But it wasn’t “just a costume”...

Not to him.

Joel stared at himself in the mirror, having just put on the long, brown wig he had bought to complete the outfit for his Heather Duke costume. It had come in the mail today, and he expected to put it on and laugh at how rubbish he looked like with it on, but that didn’t happen.

He… enjoyed it?

Now Joel would be the first to claim that he was sexy, hot, and extremely handsome, but his ego wasn’t that big. He certainly had one, and he was rather competitive, hot-headed, and aggressive at times, but that was partly a front. Joel was generally confident in himself, sure, but he wasn’t that vain. It wasn’t like him to stare at himself in the mirror, seemingly entranced with himself, but here he was, doing just that.

Staring.

Staring at himself in a beautiful, long wig and a short, black plaid skirt he had borrowed off of Lizzie.

What the hell am I doing?

Joel was unsure of how long he stared at himself and he didn’t really want to find out, because that would mean he had to confront himself on the reason he was staring. Luckily, the trance was broken as his phone dinged, alerting him of notifications. He had assumed it was something sort of unnecessary like a mobile game notification begging for him to come back to their app (he should turn those off), and he was only half wrong.

His phone lit up as it detected his face, displaying the mobile game wanting his attention, but also the icon used for his phone’s messaging app. He swiped away the mobile game notification  before tapping the screen to open his messages. In hindsight, Joel wasn’t that surprised that it was his fellow Bad Boys who were blowing up his phone. He tended to just hang out in person with most people over texting them, so he only received consistent messages from Jimmy, Grian, and Lizzie. Every few months, he and Scar would text for hours before promptly forgetting about each other's existence for a while, and then repeating the process.

Jimmy: wait which heather am i again

Grian: tim

Grian: really?

Jimmy: theyre all named “heatehr!!”

Jimmy: how am i supposed to keep them all straight

Grian: youre mcnamara

Grian: im chandler

Grian: joels duke

Joel rolled his eyes at the messages. They’ve only told Jimmy the characters’ last names a million times. He scoffed, muttering under his breath affectionately, “Dumbass.”

The Bad Boys, as they called themselves, had gone with this theme for Halloween mostly for the bit. Scott, Martyn, and Ren had talked about going as Mean Girls, which was some musical or movie or whatever that they all liked, for some weird throuple costume. From what he knew, Regina George, Gretchen Wieners, and Karen Smith (don’t ask why he knew their first and last names) didn’t typically scream “We’re all dating, by the way!”, but what did he care? To be honest here, it’ll be fucking hilarious to see people’s reactions when Reginia George starts flirting with Karen and making out with Gretchen. 

Either way, what those three did for their costumes didn't matter. What actually mattered was that someone (he couldn’t recall who) pointed out that The Bad Boys’ signature colors lined up with the main three from Heathers, and they, for some reason, committed to it.

Joel had to admit, he liked the idea. It seemed fun and he’s always adored matching costumes more than he would usually admit. Plus, Joel was confident enough in himself to put on a girl’s costume for a few hours. It wasn’t like he was some insecure child who couldn’t fathom breaking gender roles.

He just hadn’t expected it to feel this… good?

Joel shook the thought away, the false hair of the wig getting in his face. He tucked some of it behind his ear, but didn’t otherwise bother with it. The thought of just, ya know, taking the wig off never crossed his mind.

Joel: jim you’re the yellow one

Jimmy: ok thx babe

Grian: ???

Joel: np babe :)

Joel clicked off his phone and slid it into the pocket of the skirt because, yes, the skirt had pockets! He was actually extremely pleased that it did, having known that womens’ clothing was usually lacking in that department. He had heard Lizzie complain about it enough to have gone on several rants himself about how blummin’ idiotic it all was. Honestly, he probably cared about it more than he should.

“Joel!” Lizzie called loudly from another room, voice echoing through the halls. “Get over here! I slaved over this bloody difficult meal of boxed mac and cheese for ten thousand minutes, and you’re making me eat it all by myself!” He couldn’t help but chuckle at his wife’s dramatics, but he wasn’t foolish enough to keep her waiting. He changed out of the skirt– he forgot to take his phone out and would have left it there if he didn’t hear its weight hit against the floor when he tossed the garment– and threw on the pants he had on previously before exiting out of their shared room. He headed down the hallway towards the kitchen, not that it took long. They lived in a one bedroom apartment in a city and Joel could make long strides because he was quite tall, despite what his friends joked about.

…Fine, he was more average height, but he was still taller than Lizzie! And Grian! Not Jimmy, but two out of three wasn’t bad! That had to count for something!

Lizzie eyed him curiously as he entered, head tilted to the side as it rested on her hands. She idly kicked her feet under the dining table, already set for two to eat. Each spot had a bowl of mac and cheese, a fork, and a glass of water. Within the mac and cheese were little slices of microwavable sausage links that Lizzie frequently opted to stir in, claiming it upgraded mac and cheese to a high-class meal. Joel wasn’t about to disagree, quite enjoying the meal even though it was considered undesirable by some.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Joel asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled the chair out and sat down.

“No reason,” Lizzie claimed, picking up her fork and stabbing some noodles onto it. She gathered more noddles than she should onto the prongs and shoved it in her mouth. Joel raised an eyebrow, non verbally communicating “Really?” and Lizzie just pointed to her stuffed mouth like it was an acceptable excuse.

Joel decided to drop the topic and focus on his dinner. He and Lizzie shifted the topic of conversation into chatter about what they had accomplished that day. At least, they did once Lizzie managed to get down the insane amount of noodles she had insisted on shoving (for some reason) into her mouth. They were almost finished when Lizzie inquired, “Have you ever thought about growing out your hair?”

“I mean, sometimes?” Joel blinked at her, face contorting with confusion. What brought that question on? “I’ve never thought too much of it, to be honest. Mum always kept my hair short, so that’s just what I’ve kept up. I added the green dye for fun, but that’s the most extreme change I’ve done with it. I suppose I’ve never been too into what my hair is up to. Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Lizzie clicked her tongue as her eyes wandered his body from the top of his head down to about his chest area, “you’ve been wearing a wig this whole time and you haven’t said a word about it.” “I am?” Now that she mentioned it, it was astonishing how he hadn’t picked it up before. Afterall, the wig reached halfway down his back while his natural hair was much, much shorter. Joel placed a hand against his head before combing his fingers through the false locks. “I must not have noticed. It’s for my Heather Duke costume I’m doing with Jim and Grian.”

“Huh.” Lizzie smiled at him knowingly, which was strange because Joel couldn’t comprehend why or how his actions sparked recognition in her. “Well, I think you look nice in it. If you want to wear it more often, you should.” A sense of pride overcame him at Lizzie’s compliment, though he wasn’t completely sure why. It wasn’t like the wig was actually his hair, nor was it like Lizzie didn’t compliment him sufficiently enough on a regular basis. “To get used to it for the costume?”

“Sure, it can be for that.” Lizzie shrugged as if the reason (excuse?) he gave didn’t really matter. She twiddled with the fork between her fingers. “Say, Joel, I had planned to go out and have a girls’ day out with Cleo tomorrow, but they had to cancel because their autoimmune issues are acting up really bad. We changed plans to go out after she was discharged from the hospital, and that’s still the plan, but I hadn’t canceled our appointments to get our nails done yet. Do you want to go with me if I decide to keep our time slot? Since we’re out there, we can make a whole day of it! I know that I’m running low on eyeshadow and my favorite makeup shop is in that plaza, and there is that game store you get all big eyed at.”

Joel glanced down at his hands, large and scarred on the knuckles from when he had gotten into far too many fights as a kid. That was from before he learned to control his temper and frustrations, letting it get the best of him. He liked to think he had more emotional control and intelligence nowadays.

His hands weren’t dainty little things, but that didn’t matter. Some gloss on the nails paired with the shimmering of his wedding band would look rather lovely, even on hands like his. Perhaps he and Lizzie could match, or maybe he’ll just go with green. He has always liked that color.

“Alright,” Joel agreed, raising his gaze up to meet Lizzie’s. “What time are we leaving?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷’

Joel didn’t dress all too differently as he usually did. He put on some black jeans with rips at the knees, a dark green muscle shirt, and his wallet attached to a chain hooked on his pants. It added to the look and prevented pick-pockets from stealing from him easily. What was abnormal was that Joel had taken Lizzie up on wearing the wig out.

Taking it off before bed last night had been… he didn’t want to say wrong, but he wasn’t sure what other word to use. Strange might've been the best adjective, but he didn’t understand why it was strange. He had only had short hair his whole life, after all! And it wasn’t like the short hair bothered him! He just found himself preferring it longer? Ugh, it made no sense.

Nerves started to worm their way into his mind about wearing a wig out of the apartment. He wasn’t worried about it not looking good because he looked insanely sexy, wig or not, thank you, but because… well, he wasn’t actually sure. Why was he afraid? It was just some fake hair!

Joel fixed his posture, puffing out his chest and narrowing his eyes into slits. There was no reason to be nervous! That sort of emotion was below him. He was Joel, for fuck’s sake! If he wanted to wear a wig to go out with his wife and do stereotypical girly stuff, he would! Who cared?

“Who knew my husband could have better hair than me?” Lizzie teased, poking his shoulder blade. “If you look this great with a wig, imagine growing out your natural hair.”

“You overestimated my haircare skills,” Joel chose not to acknowledge the compliment as he turned around to face her, “and how absolutely stunning you are.”

And stunning she was! Joel may be biased, but Lizzie was always stunning, even if she had bedhead or was snot-nosed sick. No one was quite like his wife, and he had her all to himself.

Lizzie had her dyed bubblegum pink hair half twisted into space buns and half down. She wore a halter top that covered her front, but left her back exposed. She had bought several different designs after her back tattoo finished healing so she could show it off. To be fair, the tattoo was gorgeous and well-done, designed to look like she had fairy wings.

Joel whistled lowly, pulling her toward him until they made contact. She rocked forward onto her tiptoes, laying her arms over his shoulders, eyes sparkling mischievously as she playfully accused, “Flatterer.” “Am I a flatterer if it’s true?” Joel inquired rhetorically, allowing her to pull him down by his neck. Their lips met, exchanging a few easy kisses. Her lipstick mildly dyed his lips, but he hadn’t noticed until after they broke and Lizzie giggled. “What is it?” “Some of my lipstick didn’t transfer where it was supposed to.” Lizzie licked her finger and used it to wipe away the lipstick from the area around his lips. She rubbed her lips together and then popped them before instructing him to do the same.

“Did you just trick me into applying lipstick?” Joel asked, more amused than annoying. This wasn’t the first time she had done such a thing, but Joel found it endearing. It was like her way of telling others that he was taken, same when Lizzie gave him her jewelry or slipped her arm around his. Lizzie didn’t always show it in the most conventional ways, but she could be just as aggressively protective and possessive as he could be.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” Lizzie flashed him a smile, feigning innocence. “Why? Do you not like it? You know, this way we match. And it’s more like gloss, than lipstick. It’s more shiny!”

Joel pulled out his phone for the camera function, using it as an artificial reflective surface. The shade of gloss complimented both him and Lizzie fairly well, he had to commend her for her expert choice. He smiled, pleased at what he saw, enough to snap a picture of himself. It was the same Joel he’s always known himself to be, but the gloss and wig were welcomed additions.

Lizzie stayed quiet, watching him observe himself. She would often tease him for being narcissistic and obsessed with himself, all lightheaded and jokingly, but she didn’t now. Instead, she just waited, allowing him time to process. Joel wasn’t sure how long she had planned to stand in silence, but Joel had certainly pushed the boundaries. Eventually, Lizzie took her hand in his and gently tugged. “Come on, we’re going to miss our appointment.” Appointment? What appointment? Joel was temporarily confused before connecting the dots. Right, he was going to get his nails done with his wife. That was the whole reason they were going out instead of staying at home, lazing around in their pajamas and watching random films. Joel allowed Lizzie to lead him out of their apartment, already daydreaming about glamming up his nails.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷’

Joel wasn’t sure what he had expected, but it wasn’t this.

Lizzie had guided Joel through the nail process, helping him pick out the nail polish and simple little designs they could do for a slight upcharge. Joel ultimately went with plain green nails and Lizzie decided to match, but she requested little white hearts overtop hers.

The nail techs had been nothing but accommodating, though something bizarre kept happening. Not bad bizarre, just… bizarre.

They kept referring to him as a girl.

It was understandable, he supposed. Maybe they weren’t used to men with long hair? And it’s not like it bothered him! Besides, he was wearing lipstick and a wig, and was getting his nails done. Again, their assumptions didn’t offend him– he was aware he was presenting femininely– but what was strange was that he never actually corrected them. He just… allowed it. More than that, he liked it?

Joel wasn’t sure if he was ready to confront that idea yet.

It would have been one thing if it happened only at the nail salon, but it continued throughout the day. Each store they went in, he was addressed as “ma’am” and referred to with she/her pronouns. Lizzie noticed, he knew, because she kept glancing at his direction after each time it occurred. Still, she didn’t say anything to correct the employees, and neither did he, and that was that.

Joel was just going to leave it alone and not acknowledge it, letting the memory rotate in his brain and probably visit him in his dreams, but Lizzie had different plans.

“Do you want to be a girl?” Lizzie blurted out once they arrived home, speaking as if it had physically pained her to keep the words contained. Joel had barely taken off his shoes and hung up the car keys when he was met with that question.

The answer should immediately be “No, of course not!” because that’s all he’s ever known. He should deny it, saying it was just for practice for Halloween! Because that is all it was, right? Joel knew that was wrong in her heart, when she actually accepted that there was something right about what had happened today. Part of her had had a hunch– of course, this feeling wasn’t exactly new– but, for some reason, she hadn’t allowed herself to think about it properly until now. Maybe it just took someone genuinely asking for her walls to break down.

“Oh, honey.” Lizzie’s features softened as she reached out to wipe away tears Joel hadn’t realized started to travel down her cheeks. “You know it’s okay if you are, right? I still love you either way. Boy or girl, I am still madly in love with you, as you are with me. We’re still Lizzie and Joel, ultimate power couple! You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Joel cracked a weak smile at the humor she paired with her comforts. She rubbed her palm against her eyes to try and clear her vision while Lizzie took her other hand to lead her to the couch. They sat down and Lizzie pulled Joel into a hug, rubbing circles against her back and murmuring soothing words of encouragement and affection into her ear.

“Do you mean it?” Joel whispered, voice cracking in a way she hated. She despised being seen as weak, but if anyone was going to see her this vulnerable, she was glad it was Lizzie. Maybe… maybe this wasn’t just a costume. Maybe it was something real.

“Mean what? That I love you no matter what?” Lizzie frowned, tucking Joel’s hair behind her ear to get it out of her face. “Of course I do. I love you, hun, not your gender. If being a girl makes you happy, then I will proudly introduce you as my wife. Wouldn’t you do the same if I felt more myself as a boy?” Joel considered Lizzie’s words for a moment before nodding. Girl or boy, she loved Lizzie, her wife, her reason for getting out of bed each morning. If her wife were her husband, she would be okay with that, and Lizzie was expressing that she felt the same. “Well, aren’t I a blummin’ idiot?”

“Maybe just a little bit,” Lizzie teased with her typical mischievous gleam returning, just the way Joel liked it. Unable to think of the proper words, Joel closed the gap between them once more, initiating lazy kisses. 

They two managed to position themselves as they kissed so that Joel was leaning against Lizzie, practically against her chest. Wig discarded, Lizzie scratched her fingers in Joel’s natural hair as Joel listened to the sound of Lizzie’s heartbeat.

“Do you want to try out a different name or do you want to keep Joel?” Lizzie murmured barely above a whisper as if she was afraid of bursting the peaceful bubble around them.

Joel didn’t answer it at first, considering the idea of choosing another name. Unlike other things she’s wondered about, the answer came easily. “No. I like Joel. I would like to keep it.”

“Then you can.” Lizzie peppered a few kisses against her hairline. “I can’t wait to brag about being able to spend all day with my cute, little wife.”

“I’m not little!” Joel protested, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Still, she didn’t remove herself from Lizzie’s hold.

“I know some people who say otherwise.” Lizzie giggled at Joel’s grumbles, but they both dropped it in favor of simply existing in each other’s presence. It had been a long day out, after all, and they were sort of sleepy… mm, it wouldn’t hurt to take a little cat nap on the couch for the rest of the afternoon, cuddled together as wife and wife.

[just-jordie-things]

hiii, i love your writing style so much! i was wondering if you could write something fluffy for toge? maybe a friends to lovers thing? whatever you'd like c: thank you!

<toge3

he’s also a hella simp it’s just a lil harder to tell bc of the whole cursed speech thing.

everyone knows he’s obsessed with you before you do, naturally. he follows behind you everywhere you go, takes up all of your free time before your other friends can, always chooses you as his partner for everything, and oh yeah he won’t stop staring at you.

you think he’s just physically affectionate to make up for his inability to speak freely. you think it’s his way of being a good friend. it takes maki snacking you upside the head and going “are you fucking stupid?” for you to open your eyes to his evident feelings.

you already know that you love him so you don’t waste any time, and the next time you see him you ask him if he has feelings for you and he nods happily, with no shame at all. it’s almost funny how he has zero anxiety admitting his heart’s most deepest feelings.

he kisses you a lot. a lot. on your lips on your nose on your neck on your cheeks, he’ll take your hands and kiss them too, your palms, your fingers, he’ll kiss any inch of skin he can reach.

if you go to bed and aren’t cuddling him he will throw a temper tantrum <3 loves all sorts of cuddles. clingy koala boy.

sticky notes on everything you own with varying messages. some romantic, some random, some are just doodles, and some of them are quite steamy. panda saw one of those once and almost fainted.

y’all can’t sit thru a whole movie. someone’s hands are bound to wander. it becomes so much of a problem that your classmates ban you from using the common room for watching a movie. additionally, you’re not often invited to group movie nights either. what can you say, y’all are horndogs 🤷‍♀️

ok back to fluff.

he loves to piggyback you for no reason. one time you try to piggyback him but when he jumps up and clings to you you both fall to the ground.

probably likes cute dates like picnics, and finding shapes in clouds. you probably get so lost in conversation (“salmon salmon salmon”) and each other that it turns into stargazing. he also loves to spoil you so he’ll take you to tokyo and spend all day carrying your bags and buying you pretty things.

he’s so soft for you he’ll do your hair, paint your nails, tie your shoes, zip up the back of your dresses, he’s always there to help before you even ask.

soft soft soft <3

[hockstetters-overbite]

omg i actually loved your headcanon post would you be able to make one about specifically henry dealing with having feelings for another guy?? love ur stuff!!!

I'm gonna try my hardest here! This'll definitely be fun since I really do like yapping about Henry so lets hop right into this!

Tw for: Mentions of homophobia, bullying and just Butch bowers in general ig

Henry Bowers dealing with a crush on another guy!

Henry definitely struggles with internalized homophobia due to just the time period that the book/movies are set in and the fact that Butch is definitely not an ally in any sort of way

Henry is definitely one to try to bottle his feelings up and push them away because we all know Butch would beat him silly if he even thought Henry looked at another guy in a romantic way

He would definitely cope with his feelings by trying to bully or beat up the person he likes and just trying to be homophobic which we all know is true just because that's how he seems to be in the source

If Henry were to express his feelings in any way, which would be extremely unlikely and rare, it would definitely be subtle-ish

It would be very mundane things like saying that you don't look as stupid today as you usually do, or that your handwriting on the homework he took from you was nice and neat, easy for him to read

It'd definitely be strange to receive such outlandish compliments from Henry of all people and he knows that so if he's still on the fence about letting his feelings be known he'd probably follow it up with calling you a slur or just hitting you, he can't let people "get the wrong idea" about him

If Henry did actually pursue a male lover he would keep it on the downlow because he doesn't want Butch knowing because Butch would either kick him out of the house or kill him, hell, maybe both

now if it was modern day, Henry would probably leave his dad to rot, say fuck it, and pursue a male partner since of course being gay in today's day in age is seen as normal (because it is)

He still wouldn't be too outwardly affectionate but it'd be easier to get over the internalized homophobia

Another one done! Keep em comin' guys! These are real fun to write lol!

[illusionlock]

Actually. Let me spell out the relationships between Bulwark and the other contenders rn Holy fuck this is long though

Glass Joe - Bulwark ADORES him, thinks he's adorable, which is generally seen as pretty weird considering Joe is like middle aged LMFAO but it's not a negative attention and Bulwark is very kind to him in general which is not all thaaaaaat usual for him so Joe is appreciative although he does find it strange. Bulwark would kind of be hesitantly touchy-feely with Joe and Joe's not someone who particularly minds but he gets very bashful so it's kind of difficult to not make a scene about it so Bulwark refrains in general but just really likes him a lot.

Von Kaiser - Bulwark doesn't have so much of a bias towards him but he twinges a soft spot in his brutish heart and Kaiser doesn't really seem to care or notice how Bulwark feels and acts towards him? It's like, Bulwark kind of sort of wants hugs that last too long with him but that feels like a distant wish. Kaiser would probably need to be told upfront and like hell is Bulwark doing that for him. Probably leaves him odd little gifts like a cat bringing in dead things for its owner.

Disco Kid - These two get up to TROUBLE like BADLY. They gossip. They're always in on each other's jokes. They have movie nights. They are always texting. It's honestly kind of funny to most of the group that they get along because Bulwark's unkempt and rough outward presentation clashes hard with the slightly feminine, graceful and cool persona of Disco Kid but they're just silly guys and they like gay stuff. Disco Kid probably has to do Bulwark's nails because by god Bulwark is terrible at that.

King Hippo - The two don't really mind each other. Bulwark mimics Hippo's dislike of speaking so they don't really talk, but they do appreciate their mutual lack of boundaries so you could probably catch them laying like they've been murdered on top of each other fast asleep. If Bulwark doesn't like a snack his first instinct is to give it to Hippo.

Piston Hondo - These two kind of actually actively dislike each other. They both think the other is ANNOYING and should SHUT UP but Piston is too polite to ever voice that outside of passive-aggressive proverb-speaking and Bulwark doesn't like to pick fights with people who won't fight back. They do KIND OF benefit from this mutual dislike though?? In the sense that they like to spar and are pretty fair about the whole thing and will compliment each other's fighting prowess but they're not people who could be comfortable roommates. God forbid.

Bear Hugger - Pretty similar to King Hippo in the sense that they're nap buddies but these two are always affectionately tussling and Bulwark likes to use Bear Hugger as a tree to climb on if he's bored. They like to cook together too. They grill stuff up you know how it is. They bite each other and pretend to eat each other for fun. Because they're silly, and friends.

Great Tiger - Bulwark holds a lot of respect for Great Tiger mainly because of Tiger's attitude and how collected he seems a lot of the time. They play chess together. The matches draw on for AGES and usually end up with Bulwark quitting but it's still a fun pastime for the both of them. I doubt they'd like spending idle time around each other though. I feel Great Tiger would think of Bulwark as just generally Loud which isn't something he likes.

Don Flamenco - CONSTANTLY obnoxiously play-flirting. It's kind of disgusting. It's like some kind of stupid competition between them to be the flirter and not the flirtee, to the point of annoyance. No one can tell if it's a joke and if there's one thing these two like doing more than messing with each other, it's messing with other people. It's kind of miserable.

Aran Ryan - Good god, it's horrid in here. Aran was kind of completely resentful of Bulwark at first because of the whole usurping him thing and that tends to linger even today but they have this stupid pointless rivalry that means nothing to them but they keep it up for public appearances anyway?? They do NOT want to admit their feelings unless it's a "joke" and no way in hell they are lovey-dovey. Absolutely not. But if either of them cry it's going to be exclusively around each other and they both know each other's worst secrets and wouldn't dare tell anyone else out of sheer care for the other. Aran is always suspiciously concerned about Bulwark but acts as if it's a business thing and that facade is surprisingly hard to break through. The other contenders are SURE they're lovers but literally can never prove it to themselves and all feel insane for thinking it.

Soda Popinski - These two act like they've been in jail together. They're generally not buddy-buddy but they do like to share a drink and Soda is also prime climbing material for Bulwark. If they're having a good jolly alcoholic time you'll probably see Bulwark perched atop Soda's shoulder. Often they don't have the patience for one another but they'll share tastes in literature occasionally.

Bald Bull - These two are chiiiiiiiiiiiiiill. Like, sit in a sauna together for hours kind of chill. Fall asleep drooling on top of each other chill. Mutual massages and that kind of stuff. Not particularly loverly, it's a very platonic bond, but definitely evidently a deep one. Very few boundaries. They'd share showers and baths without worrying about it. No need for the towel. Cuddle naked for no good reason other than they felt like it. And it's not even sexual in any way. It's kind of awesome.

Super Macho Man - Originally mutual annoyance turning into friendliness little by little. Bulwark actually really loves when Macho treats him like a scruffy underling and while he might complain about it aloud he's always coming back to see if Macho needs anything or whatever. Macho is pretty appreciative of the fact that a fellow contender voluntarily wants to be around him so he's got a bit of a bias towards Bulwark but he's still just kind of his usual annoying self. And Bulwark is entertained by it.

Mr. Sandman - Sandy and Bulwark are kind of mutually respectful but Sandy has a little bit of distaste for Bulwark. It's not big enough to be a point of contention but Sandy will often take the side that opposes Bulwark in petty arguments or anything. He does genuinely care for Bulwark though because well Sandy is a nice guy. And Bulwark is appreciative. Would feel comfortable enough to voice that appreciation, even.

Little Mac - Little Mac being Little Mac he's immediately attached to Bulwark and Bulwark can't say he's not attached to Mac in turn. Mac is just too nice to be anything but friendly towards so Bulwark doesn't even try to be rude. Being world champ while Bulwark is a contender means they don't often see each other and they rarely see each other one on one but they're chill. No problem. Bulwark respects Mac.

Doc Louis - Doc is incredibly worried about Bulwark at every turn and Bulwark is a little annoyed by this but secretly loves the attention and kind of needs that stabilising help. Talking to Doc often makes Bulwark feel better about anything that's been messing up his day and Doc's never not noticed if Bulwark is having a bad day. Bulwark would defend him with his life and they're barely even proper friends.

[onyxheartbeat]

Can’t wrap my brain around people who are cruel to people who love them and do things their loved one has never done to them. Like yell or cuss. This is still something that’s keeping me awake at night a year later. I never yelled at him and never got visibly upset at him even when he’d have his outbursts. I was always calm and tried to talk things out and always ended up apologizing even though I didn’t need to and trying to soothe him back. I always recognized something was severely wrong whether he was just depressed or sad or stressed and I’d try to be calm and understanding.

Same with when he’d call me a cunt. He found this insult to be funny, and he’d use it for inanimate objects that wouldn’t work and he’d say it to his stupid Google/Alexa thing etc., and he’d excuse it in his mind because he felt he wasn’t sexist and me being stupid, I’d do a nervous laugh. But after he crossed the line and really just said it to me without a care in the world, I STILL never yelled at him or abandoned the relationship. I was stern and expressed it’s a boundary for me. But he was so fucked up on some stupid pills that he wouldn’t even hear me. And then he crossed the boundary again and again.

And it’s just like…HOW?! How is it in your heart to scream at me, slap me one day for simply trying to tell him he shouldn’t drink (which he literally asked me to hold him to), telling me things like “get the fuck out” and threaten we should end the relationship at the drop of a hat (which when I tried to address, he’d apologize and say it was a defense mechanism which makes no sense since there was nothing to defend!) How can he have done that stuff when I never did things like that to him?!

The whole relationship was literally just him asking me to come over and me coming, and it would be so loving and he’d want to talk and cuddle and make me tea and watch movies, and talk pleasantly for hours, and he’d open up to me and tell me things he’d never told anyone before because he felt safe to cry and be vulnerable…unless he turned into a complete monster for no reason other than his own anger and stress and drug binges. We’d be so, so loving and soft with each other, and he’d be so in love with me until he just wouldn’t.

And now, I’m sort of starting to understand symptoms of BPD. Looking back I don’t know what was BPD symptoms, heart failure symptoms, or just plain stress/depression from his mom’s death and him needing to sell the house. He’d push me away then pull me back in out of utter fear of abandonment, calling me and texting me constantly when I was at work and he wouldn’t even know what time of day it was or that he had just spoken to me and I never knew if it was symptoms of his heart disease worsening (heart failure can make someone very dizzy and short of breath and disoriented).

But I never fought him or lost patience or showed signs of being annoyed or fed up (except the night I found him subscribing to OnlyFans models) and even then I didn’t yell. I just left the house. But he would yell or say incredibly insensitive things and have no care in the world about how that made me feel. I literally never yelled back until the final phone call we had. I never once threw an insult or cussed at him. And I’m just unable to process it! How can someone do that stuff to someone who’s not a threat to them or being rude or mean to them in any way?! Someone who was being so loving and affectionate to them??!

It just takes me back to being a little girl bullied on the school ground, being physically hit by other kids, and just having a complete freeze response and having to go cry and rage in private later.

I was never able to stand up for myself when I valued the approval of (classmates). And then into adulthood, that clearly followed me with the only romantic relationship I’ve ever known.

When it comes to strangers, or just randos, I’m perfectly able to fight back and not care how I’m perceived, but I guess I never learned it when it came to close relationships.

Whatever.

[glassautomaton]

A less serious ask this time, more goofy.

Me and a couple of friends we're discussing what Iris would be like when she's high, and we kinda agreed she gets super giggly and then super stone faced, random spurts of crying and she refuses to explain why. (Maybe because she doesn't want to, maybe because she can't really explain why she's crying either.)

We've also agreed that Jackie is her handler and probably has to carry her between her arm and armpit to keep her from doing anything stupid. That or over her shoulder, or bridal style if she's feeling brave, point is, she's being carried around. LOL

Anyway, what do you think Iris is like when she's high?

We've also agreed that she would try and drink the bong water. 👍

Iris would indeed drink the bong water while Anne watched in disbelief, unable to bring herself to move looking at the funniest person she's ever met in her entire life.

She'd take the fattest fucking rip you've ever seen just because she isn't sure how anything works and end up wrecking her lungs. This would, of course, only come after Anne assures her that you can't overdose on the devil's lettuce and Jackie, with her actual biology degree, backs this up.

Iris is sort of a lightweight as well, so she'd probably just end up laying around in a place she decides is "well-defended" (whatever that means) and eat a slow, steady stream of pita chips or something along those lines. She'd get in her feelings a bunch but refuse to tell anyone what she's actually sad about until someone decides to put on a movie or something to placate her. She would then feel very vaguely lonely and longing but she wouldn't actually understand that because she hates people getting close to her so obviously she wouldn't be wanting that.

In short, moody yet subdued, and slightly hungry and nauseous. Drunk Iris is a different beast, however, and one I've actually considered writing in some capacity down the line. She'd complain about a headache, enter a goldilocks zone where she's really giggly and affectionate, then quickly exit that stage and begin vomiting violently. Once she wakes up the following morning she demands that all physical evidence of the night before be destroyed and all parties involved sign binding NDAs.

I've acutally got a bit of a scene from this on my phone somewhere, as when I'm in bed and need to type something down before I forget I just do it on my phone rather than my sandbox, the latter of which is technically public. I've got dialogue between Iris and Anne that could kill a fully-grown elephant on there.

[emptypassicn-moved]

@nebula-drcams        sent ;;

        “   comes in here and is a menace in ur askbox by throwing my url at you ”

From ;; Send me your URL and I’ll tell you // Accepting Only Tonight

My Opinion on; Star (@/nebula-drcams)

Character in general: Star writes many canon characters but I will choose a few to comment on.

In canon I never cared much for Damien. The fact he's a little gremlin was amusing, sure, but he was never exactly all that interesting to me. I didn't get the fixation on him outside of just "Oh, other people ship him with Pip and that's why he's popular". Mole, on the other hand, I enjoy greatly. Obviously with how he's one of my two top primary muses. He barely existed for most of the movie but he certainly memorable to me for many reasons. He's also a favorite for many reasons.

Then, of course, Star has her OCs. Most notably, Nimue. While I can't really comment on my "opinions on the character in general" as if she was a canon character I can comment on my typical feelings towards OCs. I'm not usually the type to take to OCs. I never liked writng my own OCs, despite having them slowly being added to my blog now, and also never liked writing with other people's OCs. Far too many bad experiences.

How they play them: To put it simply, Star writes both canons and her own OC well.

I disliked most Damiens I've written with for various reasons. I'm always initially hesitant to write with them due to those reasons but Star's has been the exception. Her Damien is great, I like how he's written, even if he's honestly pretty opposite to how I write my own (SP) Damien. I don't really gush about my muse relations openly but I enjoy how my Mole and her Damien are friends. Her Damien is, quite literally, my Mole's closest and most trusted friend even if they are menaces to one another. I also like how she's written Damien when it comes to interacting with my Pip who, notably, does not like Damien very much usually. Her Damien was the only one I've ever written with so far that acknowledged he fucked up, he hurt Pip, and was willing to just avoid Pip to avoid him being uncomfortable. I can't really openly state certain things I've discussed with her about Damien and my own muses but some stuff we've talked about with them is great to me and he is the only Damien I "GRIPS (affectionate)".

I also tend to dislike most Moles I've written with. They're too soft or too much of an asshole, they can't comprehend a decent in between. Also, Mole is just a muse I squint more frequently at due to his status as one of my top two primary muses. But her Mole has been pretty good. I have had some minor squints at the portrayal but those weren't necessarily her fault. I also do adore the verse I have specific to my Gregory for her Mole too. It's a stupid trope more than likely, so that's how you know it was my suggestion, but I do enjoy it.

Nimue I do enjoy immensely as a character, I do enjoy hearing about her from Star and reading posts about her when they come onto my dash. She gets both the prize of the first OC I'd agreed to write against, outside of a public chat rp setting, in years and the first OC for me to willingly ship with in years. She's a well thought out OC with effort put into her even if her basic backstory / background can be a bit cliche or squinty. But, even with that, Star works that specific trope in OCs well. She doesn't make Nimue pull any "woe is me" shit over her struggles in life which many OCs with similar sounding backstories have. Nimue is special sort of OC in my opinion, to say the least.

The Mun: Star is neat.

She's quite nice, to be honest. She's also basically the reason I remained on Tumblr after initially feeling terrible about some shit on one of my "old" blogs I'd say. She's also basically been the one to help me in comprehending certain things about Tumblr based roleplay since previously I solely roleplayed in places that functioned completely differently. She's very understanding about the fact that I'm an awfully slow writer at times, communicates with me, and in general puts up with me. Hell, she's even let me force into watching various things about my interests. From GHS to various versions of GE to different versions of Les Mis to DT17 + DWD and also other shit. The only real "issues" I can ever recall having with Star are through a poor statement on my part and me occasionally not really "getting" certain things when we talk. Also her sending me that fucking dancing toothless gif-- /j

Do I:

RP with them: Yes.

Want to RP with them: Of course.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Very cool. Very epic.

Shout out to the poly. /j

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[giannabaker]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 . 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 . 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 . 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 .

✦ LIZETH SELENE, DEMI WOMAN, SHE/THEY ✦ GIANNA BAKER the TWENTY FIVE year old has been in Hidehill for TWENTY FOUR YEARS. Whispers on the streets are that the TATTOO ARTIST who lives in HIDE SQUARE are said to be EQUABLE and GUARDED but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { CAMI, 30, AST, SHE/HER. }

———— ◽️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

government name.    gianna isabel baker

nicknames.    gigi, angel, give her some

current age.    twenty five

birthdate.    october 8th

height.    5'7"

identity.    demi woman, she/they

sexuality.    bisexual ( female lean )

moral alignment.    chaotic good

language(s) spoken.    english, spanish

occupation.    tattoo artist

residence.    studio apartment in hide square

———— ◽️ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐏

adopted by the bakers as the youngest and final addition to their family when she was just one year old, a wee babe. while always curious of who her biological parents were, she never sought out their identities. the bakers are the only family she's ever known and ever needed.

their parents were incredibly supportive of whatever interests the kids picked up, gianna's being music and art. naturally, they were thrilled and might have influenced her to focus on the former of the two.

they pushed it too far when trying to encourage her to join band and/or choir in middle school, which she deemed to be social suicide. instead, she focused on her art, a multitude of filled sketchbooks collected in her room, along with new paint stains on her clothes every other day.

while she displayed a charismatic persona to her peers, gianna struggled a lot with her identity in high school. she acted out quite a bit. never maliciously, more so like an adrenaline junkie. did a lot of stupid shit for funsies, broke a bone or two, learning all of life's mistakes on her own rather than heeding any warning from her parents through their own experiences.

a car crash scare with a few friends shook her out of that rebellious streak pretty quick though. nobody was seriously injured, thankfully, but it was enough to slap some sense into them.

after debating on whether or not college would do anything for her, gianna with taking up an apprenticeship at the local tattoo shop, after graduating, which eventually landed her a full fledged career in the business.

———— ◽️ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

friendly as hell, maybe a lil too friendly, but it's all harmless fun as she rarely gets tied down in anything serious ( she's had a total of two official relationships in her lifetime ).

first & last major relationship started in high school and ended a couple years after grad. this one really fucked her up; did not end on good terms.

her last "relationship" was more of a fling than anything, most likely for appearances sake and to have a plus one to every party/event.

owns a lil dachshund named lord weiner, affectionately referred to as ween & weenie boy ( & dick, when she's mad at him ).

has too many tattoos to count, also has several piercings.

refuses to get her license so she gets around town via pedal bicycle, which has a basket attached at the front for ween to hitch a ride.

always has some sort of media playing in their apartment because silence is not an option. it's either r&b music or scary movies, there's no in between.

[womensblood]

Slasher(s) With A Stoner!S/O

(GN!Reader)

[] (brackets) means you can chooses whatever clothing items you’d like.

Some of these relationships are kinda unhealthy so be warned.

One more thing, reader does have depression/anxiety, brief description of panic/anxiety attack is described in Brahms’s part.

Brahms Heelshire

In the beginning of your relationship, like, before you knew he was a grown man living in his parents walls, he didn’t understand it.

Because when Brahms would get a nap time, or when you would put him to bed, immediately it’s fucking time for a smoke break, cause fuck taking care of a probably demonically possessed doll. That’s what you believed at the time.

You never smoked in the house, it made you feel too uncomfortable. You always felt like you were being watched, and you thought it was the spirit of the doll, and hey, you didn’t want to piss off an angry ghost child because… come on. That never ends well ever in any horror movie.

You would smoke outside or in the garden. But even then, Brahms could still watch you. And he didn’t know that you were smoking weed, obviously because he’s been hiding in then walls and doesn’t know what anything is bruh.

When you’d come in, he’d notice a difference.

You’d either eat and then go to bed, eat and write/read stories online or just flat out go to bed.

But, you personally liked to stay up and slowly drift to sleep while enjoying something you love.

He was confused by your behavior, he didn’t get why you acted so different. His dumb ass thought that cigarettes could get you drunk.

But after he revealed himself, one of the first things he asked was why you were smoking cigarettes, that it was ‘impolite’ and ‘rude’, that it was gross, me you were both annoyed and amused.

You tell him the truth. You tell him that they aren’t cigarettes, and that it’s weed, and it helps with your anxiety/depression. And that it also feels good. And it’s fun.

He didn’t understand, but he didn’t stop you, even though he would be very vocal about his opinion on smoking.

He wouldn’t smoke with you. And to be honest, you were kinda glad, because oh my god he would be the worst person in the world to smoke with. Like, honest to gods I would rather die than smoke with him and hang out while he’s high.

But he gets used to it. Plus, he likes it when you’re high sometimes, cause you laugh at literally almost everything he says and does and he feels so fucking funny. He’s like, “yeah, I’m basically Jesus now I’m the funnies guy on earth.”

He likes seeing you smile a lot too. And you’re limos start constantly smiling when you’re high, you’re always in a good mood.

He loves to cuddle with you while you’re high, cause you get extra affectionate while you’re high.

Ash Williams

Fucking dies and goes to heaven.

Your relationship started over a one-night stand. And when you got to his house and you saw his bong, you reached into your pocket an pulled out your weed and he felt like a princess who just saw her prince.

He. Literally fell in love.

You 2 smoke together all the time. All. The. Time.

At first, you guys became friends with benefits, and would smoke weed and play video games.

But soon enough, you guys actually started to develop feelings for one another.

Ash didn’t want to have feelings for you, but he stayed anyway. Plus, he loves smoking with you.

You 2 have so much chemistry when you’re high, your conversations are never dull and you always genuinely enjoy his company.

Your minds are both so equally stupid when you’re high that it’s insane. It’s dangerous. You need to be stopped for real.

You two can be sober around each other, and you are, but your favorite thing to do together is smoke.

In fact, that’s how you confessed your feelings for one another. You were the one to initiate it romantically, and he was sort of thankful for that.

He was hesitant at first, and you reassured him that if he wasn’t ready, you’d understand.

You guys made out after that and after a good a hour and a half, you guys were officially together. You spent the night in his house cuddled up next to him as his partner for the first time in your life.

Billy Lenz

He doesn’t really know much bout weed, until he meets you. And he doesn’t really care.

But, he does like that when you get high, you’re usually hornier, and that means weed is pretty cool in his book.

High sex™︎

But he also sees that when you’re upset or something like that, and you smoke, something changes in you.

And because of that, he does want to try smoking just because he sees the effect it has on you.

Don’t let that psychopath do anything bro

He will literally end. The earth.

His horniness level is through the roof. And weed can enhance horniness levels, imagine how fucking catastrophic it would be. You alone would cause the demise of earth.

But, Billy also has PTSD. You didn’t really know at first. You knew he would have freak outs, but you just chalked it up to him getting angry out of nowhere. But sometimes, he’s just have panic attacks, reliving something traumatic, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

He’d steal your weed without telling you and try to smoke it by himself.

You get home like, 30 minutes later to hearing Billy’s muffled screams in the attic and the sound of something to the ground and you just sigh.

You storm up to the attic just in time to watch Billy throw the sororities old coffee table into the wall, crushing it.

“Billy, what the fff-”

“… is that my weed?”

He doesn’t know how to pack a bowl. It was just a nug stuffed in the hole of your pipe, it wasn’t even grinded or picked apart at all and you laughed on accident and that made him angrier lolz

You showed him how to grind weed with your hands, and you picked it apart, explaining the best way to do so, and for once, he was quiet. He didn’t interrupt or try to annoy you, he just watched.

You even taught him the best way to smoke, but he got all bitchy and insisted he knew what to do and that he’d figure it out.

He ended up just copying you though.

You actually kind of like getting high with him, because it actually calms him down. But he’s also more horny than ever. Like, it’s… a problem.

And for some reason, he has even more stamina when he’s high, so s3x is even longer than usual.

But hey man, you’re not complaining.

[ohsolonelyghosts]

I'll do it for you then.

Characters: Modern AU Businessman!Kylo Ren x reader

Word Count: 3,665

Note: Welcome to my first Tumblr fic! I felt it was finally time to pursue writing on this website, and who better to start it off with than Mr. Kylo Ren? This is a bit longer than I actually intended, and I just got carried away! I actually really love how this turned out.

Contents/Warnings: NSFW, degradation, some choking, some orgasm denial, ever-so-slight daddy kink, unprotected sex

Kylo worked late into the evening. Usually, it didn’t bother you much, you quite enjoyed having your shared apartment to yourself in the evenings. You didn’t have to hear about what show your boyfriend wanted to watch, always managing to steal the remote from you when you were super into a show or movie. So, what was the issue with you tonight? The two of you had a pretty basic agreement, you weren’t always affectionate to each other all the time. A bit of cuddling at night in bed, a kiss in the morning before the two of you went on your ways, and that was enough to satisfy the both of you. If you were sick, he would manage to let down a little more of the manly wall he portrayed, always climbing into bed with you and staying with you the entire day if he could.

The one time you both were helplessly attached at the hip was in the bedroom, unable to ever get enough of each other. Breathless and coated in layers of sweat, Kylo’s shoulders glistening in the dim room. You could feel your lower half starting to work itself just as hard as your head was. Leaning your head back against the couch cushions, you could no longer focus on the show you were oh-so-excited to watch when you arrived home. You slipped a hand between your thighs, resting on your clothed crotch. Thoughts overtook you, rubbing small circles to tease yourself, holding back whimpers. That must have been why you were pondering when the hell he would be arriving home. You were hungry for him.

“Doll?” A voice called out from the other room. It snapped you out of your thoughts of being pounded into from behind from an animalistic Kylo Ren.

Clearing your throat, you called out, “I’m in here!”

You looked past the couch, seeing your lover waltz into the kitchen, setting his bag on the counter. You pulled your hand from yourself, as if nothing was happening before you heard his voice. Rising from your seat, you mosied your way into the kitchen to join him.

“Hi, my love,” you greeted, a soft tone in your words. He gave you a half-nod, it was his way of a silent greeting. A lot of the communication between you two had happened to be silent. He was oddly quiet, usually he would be going off about his day by now, interrupting you. You looked at him as his bag was unzipped, fiddling with his things. He must have had a long day. Your eyes moved to his hands, admiring them quietly. You loved the way they curled around your jaw, your throat as you begged him to fuck you senseless.

Feeling a glare piercing through your body, your eyes wandered up to his face. Kylo had some sort of puzzled look playing upon his face as tilted his head to look at you.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked quietly, zipping his bag back up and pushing it away from the two of you. Kylo let out a breath, you were still halfway in your thoughts, trying to think of a way to muster up some sort of statement as to why you were just watching him.

“You’re handsome,” you mused back at him, innocently batting your eyelashes. You were going to try to play your cards right so that he would catch on to what you were trying to get him to do. Kylo huffed out a laugh, bringing a hand to your cheek. His thumb roamed over your cheekbone, a small smirk on his lips.

“Real cute, doll,” Kylo nodded back at you, removing his hand from your cheek. The fire in your veins was threatening to make you combust. You nearly whined at the loss of contact from him, coughing it out. This earned yet another puzzled look from him. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or not. Could he not see how desperate you were needing his touch? For him to strip every item of clothing off of you right there and fuck you into oblivion?

“I had an incredibly long day at work today,” he mentions. There he was, back to fiddling with that stupid work bag. “Trying to close this deal with another company, I’ve been bargaining as much as I could, but they don’t like Pryde.”

Pryde was his business partner and he had become pretty close with the guy. They were a dangerous pair, Kylo did most of the talking to clients, trying to set up endless deals with them. Pryde did most of the emails and got the meetings set up in the first place.

Kylo continued to go on about his day, but something about him was making it so you could not focus one bit. He enjoyed that you were a good listener, always wanting to hear what he had to say. You instead were focusing on the way his torso looked in that shirt he was wearing. It was one of your favorites, you even picked it out for him. You nodded along when you could pull yourself out of your thoughts long enough to pretend you were paying attention.

“Why don’t they want to work with Pryde, dear?” You asked him softly, raising your eyebrows. Even if you didn’t necessarily hear what he was saying all the way through, it was important you asked him questions when he fell silent. You heard a chuckle, followed by the word “pathetic” and your heart dropped out of your chest.

Once again, Kylo’s hand was on your face, angling your jaw to look up at him. His eyes scanned your face, the forced eye contact always put you under pressure. Ren’s mouth opened as if he was going to say something to you, and shook his head as he let you go.

“If you paid attention to anything I had just said, you would know why. I explained the whole thing to you. What else could you possibly have been thinking about?”

That was the next thing about Kylo, he had such a temper, it was hard for you sometimes. If you misheard one thing on a bad day, it could send him over the edge. In a way, it did get you all flustered, he was hot, and when he was grumpy or upset it made him ten times as hot.

“I’m sorry, Kylo, I don’t know how I didn’t manage to hear it,” you breathed out, looking at a mildly grumpy version of your boyfriend. He once again asked you to spit out what you were drifting off to think about. Shaking your head, you refused to let out those thoughts that got you so worked up.

“Doll, I’m going to ask you one more time,” Ren practically growled out. His voice was an octave lower than it usually was. He was so stern, and you loved every bit of his current attitude. “What is it that’s distracting you so fucking bad?”

This was it, you couldn’t get away with it past this. Your next words could either end the night in a ruthless fight, or some incredibly rough sex. You cleared your throat, and thoughts. Eyes meeting a very unenthused Kylo.

“Well,” you trailed off, looking away from him. You could never stand it when he would make you speak your mind, especially when it was about something dirty. The way you were acting should have been enough to make him know what you were on about. “Thinking about the way you fucked me last night. The way you made me see stars and the way I couldn’t walk afterwards.”

That had to be enough pleasing words for him to fuck you now, shouldn’t they have been? Kylo should have now known what you wanted tonight.

You’re met with a stifled laugh, and then his warm lips crashing on yours. He mumbles something into your mouth that sounds like the word “cute” as he bites gently at your lower lip. You move both of your hands up to either side of his face, deepening your kiss. Moaning softly at his tongue entering your mouth, his hands find their way to your hips. Kylo lifts you from underneath your thighs, moving you up on top of the island.

“Why not be open about it, doll? Do you get off on making daddy mad? Get off on any sort of punishment, because it’s attention?” His words became mumbles as he trailed kisses all around your jaw and neck. You became practically helpless under his touch as shuddering from his fingers moving under your shirt.

“No sir, I just was thinking about it and wanted to listen to you speak,” you mumbled out pathetically, watching him pull away from your neck. You whined a bit at him for loss of contact once again. His hands are placed on either side of you on the island. Even if you wanted to escape, there was not an exit you could take. The way Kylo looked at you, you knew he wanted to laugh in your face.

“You’re so fucking stupid when you look at me like that, all pathetic. Wipe that face off of your head,” he growled at you. You sucked in a breath, looking down at the ground. He loved talking down at you, especially when you wouldn’t listen to him. Admittedly, you loved it more than you could ever say to him.

You didn’t say anything in retort to him, you were terrified of what he could do to punish you. He looked extremely sexy, all worked up, lips slightly swollen in an ever-so-slight smirk. Kylo’s lips returned to your neck, biting and sucking at the skin, making their way up to your earlobe. He nipped gently at your ear, causing you to moan softly out to him. He tugged slightly, kissing below your ear and moving his way back down to your jaw, then back to your neck.

“Let’s get this off, should we?” He asked, it was a rhetorical question, but you desperately wondered what would happen if you had said no. You swallowed hard, playing on the consequences for a moment.

“What if I don’t?”

Your words rang out, your boyfriend’s face contorting once again to that confusion he first met you with earlier. He wasn’t used to being told no, you always did everything you could for him. He drank in your words, you could practically see the gears turning so he could process it.

Kylo nodded once, and stayed silent. He swooped you up almost effortlessly, taking long strides to the shared bedroom between you two. Your boyfriend dropped you on your bed, a hand to your neck as he pushed you backwards. He squeezed just enough for your hand to move up and grip his wrist, digging your nails into him. It was his turn to suck in a breath at the slight pain. You were sure you could draw blood if it got really catty between you two tonight.

“If you don’t want to do it,” Kylo’s voice finally rang out to you after all this time. He leaned down to your ear, his breath warm. “I’ll just have to do it for you.”

Without a second thought, he moved your arms above your head, making sure to rip off your shirt. He threw it onto the ground, letting it pool at his feet.

“I have a hard day at work, I look forward to coming home to be with my little girl, and she leads on that she wants me back, just to be a little bitch when I want to fuck her the way she wants.”

He sounds irritated with you, but you know he’s just playing it off. You know Kylo cannot resist the way you look when he tugs your shorts down your legs, letting them end up like your shirt. He looked over to your bedside table, back to you, and then opened it. You watched him rummage around before pulling out your vibrator. Your eyes widened a bit at him, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Dear, what’re you doing with that?” You questioned, squeezing your thighs together. You knew, or at least had a very good idea of what his plan for you was tonight, and you started to regret telling him you wouldn’t take your shirt off. Knowing what he was capable of, your mind fought with you over what would be happening if you had obliged.

Once again, snapped out of your thoughts as you hear a familiar buzzing noise. You gasped out, body jolting upwards as it hit your clothed clit. Kylo pressed your hips back down harshly, turning up the vibrator one more level. You cried out for him, unable to help squirming, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“This is what bad whores get. Take it,” he growled, eyes glaring at you. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, hips bucking up to him. Ren didn’t seem to enjoy your movements, and he wasn’t going to let up on you.

“Stop moving, or I’m going to make this a lot worse.”

His words rang out again, and this time you tried to calm your body down. The sensations on your clit were nearly too powerful, and as if he read your mind, he turned it up to the highest setting. You knew that he wanted you to squirm so that he could make it even harder on you.

You felt two of his long fingers slip into you, curling them upwards as your moans got louder for him. You wanted to arch up your back for him, show him you could take him like a good girl. You could feel his eyes peering into you, waiting for you to make one wrong move.

“Kylo, I’m really-” you stammered out, breath becoming rapid. Your chest heaved as your eyes met his. A smirk played upon his lips as he started to pump his fingers into you at a rough speed. Kylo pressed the vibrator against you even harder. He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to let loose of everything and go back to thrashing around for him.

“You want to cum? You wanna cum all over my fingers like a pathetic little slut? You’re so wet for me doll, go on, cum.”

That was all you needed, you became utterly undone as he egged you on. You practically sobbed as you came, your body almost becoming uncontrollable. He milked your orgasm, watching you as you blissfully came down. He let go of you, vibrator still buzzing in his hand.

“That was beautiful, sweet girl, but there’s something that didn’t happen,” he said, tongue peeking out and licking his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed together once again, moving yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“You didn’t get to cum?” You asked in response, biting your lip at him. Kylo shrugged a bit, huffing a laugh out. He finally shook his head, leaving you wondering what on earth you could be missing.

He pushed you back once more, chuckling. “You didn’t stay still the whole time, doll.”

Your eyes widened once more as you shook your head in apology. “Kylo, I’m sorry, what can I do to make it better? I’ll do anything.”

“I know, my love, of course you’ll do anything,” he mentioned, dropping the vibrator on the bed next to your body. He seemed oddly innocent for the act he was just playing up not even five minutes ago. You heard his belt unbuckle and hit the floor, followed by his shirt and pants hitting the floor. This left him in his boxers only as you trembled in anticipation for what he was going to do to you.

“You’re going to take all of me like a good little whore.”

He hovered above you, his shadow nearly covering all of you. He ran the tip of his cock against your folds, pushing into you agonizingly slow. You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut as he got fully inside of you. You moved your hands to his shoulders, one hand to his neck to bring him down to press his lips to yours.

Kylo bit harder at your lower lip than he had before, pulling it out a bit as he began a tantalizingly slow pace inside of you. You dug your nails into his back, almost to tell him to speed the hell up. He let out a barely audible groan as he took both of your wrists off of him in one hand. Pushing them above your head harshly, restraining you to the bed. He continued with his slow, rough thrusts. He was driving you mad, helpless whines leaving your lips as his hips bucked into you.

“Kylo, faster,” you breathed out quietly, and thank god he obeyed your request. It must have been getting old quickly for him as well. Without much other warning, he began to fuck into you at an expeditious pace now. The sounds of you two moaning and groaning quickly filled the room. His free hand moved to wrap your legs around his waist, giving him a better angle to fuck you at.

You dug your nails into your palms, sobbing out for him. Tears welled in your eyes every time he met your weeping cunt. You were basking in him causing you nothing but precious unrelenting pleasure, until you felt the familiar sensation on your clit.

The vibrator.

As soon as it had touched you, you arched your back up quickly. “Fuck!” You wept out, eyes rolling back into your head. Already dangerously close to your second orgasm, you whined out for him to let him know. You heard a chuckle, just as you were on edge and about to go over it.

He stops.

He stills inside of you, he removes the vibrator from your clit. You rip your wrists away from his grasp, shooting up to his level. Your chest heaving as you unfortunately come down from whatever high you were chasing after.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Kylo?” You spat at him, just irritated that he would do that to you. It felt like he was leading you on. He looks devious, a snide smile staring back at you.

“Yeah, you didn’t think I’d actually let you cum now, did you? You didn’t obey the one very simple order I gave you earlier. So now you’ll wait until I’m ready for you to cum.”

You practically wanted to cry at that statement. He was right, you moved a ton during your first orgasm. However, in your defense he should have reminded you to keep still. Once you were sure your high was gone, that’s when he began once again, an unrelenting pace back inside of you. The buzzing sensation returned to your clit, making you tense up and arch again.

You were close again all ready, but you wondered how long your body would let you ride out pure pleasure. You didn’t want him to stop you again, so you didn’t bother mentioning just how close you were. Your strings of swears and moans once again returned to the room, hands moving to Kylo’s shoulders.

He knows just how to make you crazy, and he’s incredible at doing it. He leans down to your ear, whispering what a good whore you are for him, taking the entirety of his cock like it’s nothing. You clenched around him, which elicited a groan from his throat.

“What a good little bitch, look at you, you want me to cum inside of you? Let you take all of my cum inside that worthless cunt?” He bit at your neck, leaving marks in his trail. He groaned against your neck, pace picking up more, when you weren’t even sure you could take more.

You tightened your legs around his hips, trapping him. You could tell he was getting dangerously close, he moved back up, his hand returning to where it once was on your throat. Your nails dug at his shoulders, and you could not wait to see the scratches on his back when you two were finished.

You finally knew he was close, and you were as well. This time, you let him know, in hopes that he would finally let you come undone once again. He kept his steady pace, nodding down at you. You were both coated in sweat, bodies both glistening. Something about it made you both edge even closer.

“Go on, doll. Cum for me.”

Those were the only words you needed before your soul practically leaving your body. You screamed out for him, the waves crashing onto you so powerfully you saw stars. You could have sworn you early blacked out, your cunt clenching around your boyfriend’s cock as your road at your orgasm. Before you knew it, he was cumming too. You could feel his thick ropes coating the inside of you, Kylo letting out delicious moans as he rocked his hips into you. He almost collapsed on top of you, both of your chests heaving as you both came down from pure bliss. He pulled out of you, grabbing the shirt he dropped on the ground earlier. Kylo cleaned you both up, hearing you scoff about using a shirt instead of a towel.

“Are you seriously going to complain some more?” Kylo asked as he raised his eyebrows at you. “You should be thanking me for what I just did for you.”

You rolled your eyes as you moved up in your bed, pulling the covers on top of yourself. Kylo climbed in beside you, pulling you into his chest. You took a deep breath, kissing at his neck gently. He pressed his lips to your forehead, holding you and making sure you fell asleep before he dozed off himself.